Kiss & Hug - Chanyeol/Chen
a/n: inspired by this. i finished this at 5am the same night all these teasers were released. this is an unbeta-ed work
Chanyeol finds himself stepping over cardboard boxes and sheets of bubble wrap the first time he heads over to Jongdae’s new single. It’s pretty cluttered. He obviously hasn’t unpacked yet.
Then again the dorm hasn’t even been properly furnished - when the shorter boy finally comes into view, Chanyeol finds him on a makeshift bed that consists of a mattress with a white comforter thrown on top. He’s lying on his stomach reading a comic, surrounded by more comics and various game manuals, a bag of Doritos within arm's length. A small portable heater balances precariously on the sheets.
Jongdae looks up when he hears his footsteps on the bare wooden floor. “Hey! So you found the place without getting lost.” His grin is crooked, teasing as it usually is.
Chanyeol laughs and shakes his head. “I had to ask Baekhyun.”
The shorter boy snorts. “Hopeless.” He eyes the camera hanging from Chanyeol’s neck. “Just came from somewhere?”
“Taking pictures for the newspaper.” Chanyeol answers cheerily. He looks down at Jongdae’s cluttered “bed” and frowns. “You know, you haven’t even been here for two days and already there’s no room for me to sit.”
Jongdae laughs, “Sorry. My furniture doesn’t get here until tomorrow. Just push some of my stuff over.”
Chanyeol does just that and then plops down, the mattress bouncing a bit from the extra weight. They start talking about their summers and what they did, the best food places near the school. An hour passes this way and Jongdae rolls over onto his back, sighing as he looks up at Chanyeol. “I can’t believe we’re back already. I wonder if everybody else moved back in yet.”
The taller boy chuckles. “We’re going to see them later this week, aren’t we? First meeting of the year for Team XOXO!”
“Yeah. Can’t wait.” Jongdae grins. Team XOXO. It was a silly name, something one of them had coined their group one day. No one remembered exactly who or when - they’d argue about who deserved the credit sometimes, for fun.
Chanyeol coos at him. “Awww ChenChen, did you miss us?” The nickname makes the shorter boy pick up Holes and slap him with it, causing a fresh round of chortles as Chanyeol laughs in that stupid falling backwards clapping way of his.
“Dumbass.” Jongdae says, but doesn't smack him again. Another sigh escapes, “I really can’t wait though. Summer was boring. And it’s our last year here too.”
He closes his eyes, one hand resting on top of the Batman comic lying on his chest. “I want to make it count.”
Chanyeol hums in reply and when the shorter boy goes quiet is really when he feels it.
There’s something about that scene then - maybe it’s the light filtering into the room or the sentimental moment still lingering, but it’s kind of picture perfect, as some might say. Before he knows it, he raises his camera to his eye and snaps a quick picture.
He’s lowering his camera as Jongdae cracks an eye open. “Creeper much?” he jokes, “How did it turn out?”
Chanyeol flashes him a crooked smile without even looking down at the LED screen of his DSLR. “Ugly. As usual.”
“You’re really the worst friend.” Jongdae whines.
Chanyeol doesn’t tell him that he looks kinda perfect. He almost forgets about the picture even, until he comes across it on his computer some days later while checking his memory card - the first thing he notices is his closed eyes and the way his lips naturally smile. He never mentions how, later on, his eyes will sometimes drift to Jongdae’s fingers and it’s those brief moments that make him want for there to be some meaning if he takes his hand in his.
No, instead he flashes him his pearly whites, one corner of his mouth higher than the other. He teases Jongdae about his height, he cracks stupid jokes with him still - nothing changes. He doesn’t think about these feelings a lot honestly - it’s not the kind of love (?) that nags at him constantly and doesn’t let him sleep.
And every so often, he'll go back and look at the picture - it's then he feels again and again, that urge to kiss & hug.
Chanyeol finds himself stepping over cardboard boxes and sheets of bubble wrap the first time he heads over to Jongdae’s new single. It’s pretty cluttered. He obviously hasn’t unpacked yet.
Then again the dorm hasn’t even been properly furnished - when the shorter boy finally comes into view, Chanyeol finds him on a makeshift bed that consists of a mattress with a white comforter thrown on top. He’s lying on his stomach reading a comic, surrounded by more comics and various game manuals, a bag of Doritos within arm's length. A small portable heater balances precariously on the sheets.
Jongdae looks up when he hears his footsteps on the bare wooden floor. “Hey! So you found the place without getting lost.” His grin is crooked, teasing as it usually is.
Chanyeol laughs and shakes his head. “I had to ask Baekhyun.”
The shorter boy snorts. “Hopeless.” He eyes the camera hanging from Chanyeol’s neck. “Just came from somewhere?”
“Taking pictures for the newspaper.” Chanyeol answers cheerily. He looks down at Jongdae’s cluttered “bed” and frowns. “You know, you haven’t even been here for two days and already there’s no room for me to sit.”
Jongdae laughs, “Sorry. My furniture doesn’t get here until tomorrow. Just push some of my stuff over.”
Chanyeol does just that and then plops down, the mattress bouncing a bit from the extra weight. They start talking about their summers and what they did, the best food places near the school. An hour passes this way and Jongdae rolls over onto his back, sighing as he looks up at Chanyeol. “I can’t believe we’re back already. I wonder if everybody else moved back in yet.”
The taller boy chuckles. “We’re going to see them later this week, aren’t we? First meeting of the year for Team XOXO!”
“Yeah. Can’t wait.” Jongdae grins. Team XOXO. It was a silly name, something one of them had coined their group one day. No one remembered exactly who or when - they’d argue about who deserved the credit sometimes, for fun.
Chanyeol coos at him. “Awww ChenChen, did you miss us?” The nickname makes the shorter boy pick up Holes and slap him with it, causing a fresh round of chortles as Chanyeol laughs in that stupid falling backwards clapping way of his.
“Dumbass.” Jongdae says, but doesn't smack him again. Another sigh escapes, “I really can’t wait though. Summer was boring. And it’s our last year here too.”
He closes his eyes, one hand resting on top of the Batman comic lying on his chest. “I want to make it count.”
Chanyeol hums in reply and when the shorter boy goes quiet is really when he feels it.
There’s something about that scene then - maybe it’s the light filtering into the room or the sentimental moment still lingering, but it’s kind of picture perfect, as some might say. Before he knows it, he raises his camera to his eye and snaps a quick picture.
He’s lowering his camera as Jongdae cracks an eye open. “Creeper much?” he jokes, “How did it turn out?”
Chanyeol flashes him a crooked smile without even looking down at the LED screen of his DSLR. “Ugly. As usual.”
“You’re really the worst friend.” Jongdae whines.
Chanyeol doesn’t tell him that he looks kinda perfect. He almost forgets about the picture even, until he comes across it on his computer some days later while checking his memory card - the first thing he notices is his closed eyes and the way his lips naturally smile. He never mentions how, later on, his eyes will sometimes drift to Jongdae’s fingers and it’s those brief moments that make him want for there to be some meaning if he takes his hand in his.
No, instead he flashes him his pearly whites, one corner of his mouth higher than the other. He teases Jongdae about his height, he cracks stupid jokes with him still - nothing changes. He doesn’t think about these feelings a lot honestly - it’s not the kind of love (?) that nags at him constantly and doesn’t let him sleep.
And every so often, he'll go back and look at the picture - it's then he feels again and again, that urge to kiss & hug.