117. FANFIC: "Of Pink Things and Six Feet Tall Five-Year-Olds"
Title: Of Pink Things and Six Feet Tall Five-Year-Olds
Fandom: EXO
Pairing/Characters: krisyeol; Kris & Chanyeol
Genre: Fluff, romance, humor (maybe?)
Rating: PG
Words: ~1100
Summary: Kris is given a camera and an almost impossible task; Chanyeol's laugh continues to be unflattering; and maybe ruining his reputation isn't as catastrophic as Kris thinks, after all.
Dedicated to my friend Chin (whom I really really really really super super super love because she understands all my fangirling, be it Bleach or EXO or whatever) who requested a fanfic based on this photo of Kris and Chanyeol at the SMArt Exhibition. Sorry that this is finished, like, weeks after you asked for it and sorry it’s so short ;~;
Kris casts his eyes down at the absurdly pink camera (baby pink, for the love of god) he's holding in his hand and sighs. So much for his cool, manly image that he had worked so hard to build over the past few months.
We want you to take pictures of yourself and the other members at the exhibition, his manager said earlier, pressing the pink camera into Kris’ reluctant hands. Have fun, okay? And try not to look angry?
Yeah, okay, he internally grumbles. (Really, does his manager even realize that this pink camera is undoing all that they’ve done for his reputation as EXO-M’s feared duizhang? He could feel his street cred dwindling the longer he held onto it.)
He starts milling around in the crowd, hyper conscious of the fact that it isn’t so much a sea of fangirls surrounding him as a sea of cameras (cameras that were decidedly not baby pink, he notes) that are capturing his every move with that damned camera, to be sure. He can already imagine the posts he’s going to find online on the fanclub forums tonight in his usual nightly internet investigation. Did you see Duizhang with the pink camera? So cute!
Kris shudders. He’s going to have to seriously upgrade his airport fashion at the next opportunity in order to salvage his manhood and dignity.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a curly mass of light brown hair bob up and down among the many other heads in the crowd (which really isn't hard, considering everybody else are of significantly shorter height). Chanyeol. Kris automatically slows down his walking speed so that their paths converge at the same time.
“Hyung! You look miserable.” Chanyeol chirps as he (almost literally) wades through the crowd of fangirls, his large brown eyes immediately lighting up when he catches sight of the camera in Kris’ hand. “Oh, take a picture of me!”
“How is taking a picture of you going to make me not miserable?” Kris rhetorically asks, even as he’s raising the camera to eye level. “And you sound way too happy that I’m miserable, Chanyeol-ah.”
Chanyeol ignores him. “What pose should I do, hyung?” His bottom lip juts out in concentration and Kris can’t help but stare at… the pinkness of it. Chanyeol suddenly claps loudly, once (and Kris starts. It must be because the fact that his camera is so pink that he’s hypersensitive to pink things, he reasons with himself). He tilts his head slightly to the side and raises his hands near either side of his face so that palms are showing and fingers are spread. “Ready, hyung?” he excitedly asks.
Kris gives Chanyeol the once over and raises an eyebrow incredulously. “What kind of pose is that? Is this some kind of weird-ass aegyo?”
“Just take the picture, hyung, the fans love it when I do this!”
Kris isn’t sure he agrees but he snaps the photo anyway (with only a little bit of grumbling, because he’s still in one of those moods). He glances at the photo preview in the camera’s screen and says, “I’d like you to know that you look absolutely ridiculous.”
Chanyeol laughs one of his not-so-flattering laughs where his entire face scrunches up and his mouth hangs open like a dog. “I think you mean I look dashingly handsome, like I always do. Hyung, why are you like this? Are you still upset because we didn’t get to ride the same van here?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Kris scowls, but Chanyeol’s laugh is too loud and he doesn’t hear him. “And you better stop laughing or else I’m going to take another picture and it isn’t gonna be pretty, I can tell you that much.”
“Go ahead!” Chanyeol snorts, except it doesn’t sound as much as a snort as a freaking train blowing its horn.
“I’m really going to do it! And I’m going to post it on your fansites to scare all your fans away,” Kris threatens, raising the camera to eye level again. And he does do it, without warning - but, honestly, Chanyeol isn’t worried in the slightest because he knows (and Kris knows that he knows) that Kris is really a softie and won’t post it on the fansites like he said he would.
But, still, it’s a nice picture, Kris thinks to himself as he looks at the picture he just took. Chanyeol’s laugh is caught on camera, and he looks a tad bit maniacal because his facial muscles look like they’re spazzing out as if all of the nerves are misfiring and one eye is wide while the other one is squinting but… it’s endearing, Kris thinks. He’s so busy inspecting the photo that he almost doesn't register Chanyeol lightly pinching his cheek.
“You’re cute when you concentrate, hyung,” Chanyeol says, chuckling and walking away.
Kris frowns. Cute is not Kris. Cute is Chanyeol. The real Chanyeol, not the fan-servicing one.
Following Chanyeol in his wake, Kris walks up from behind the brown-haired boy where he’s stopped to admire a display, smoothly slipping his hand into Chanyeol’s in the process so that their fingers interlock. Chanyeol’s hand automatically tightens around his, without needing to see whose hand it is.
“You should stop with the aegyo,” Kris says. “I think your crazy laugh beats aegyo, any day.”
Chanyeol cocks his head to the side and looks at Kris. “You think so?”
Kris surreptitiously rubs his thumb over Chanyeol’s knuckles, their bodies hiding their hands from the prying eyes of the fangirls’ cameras. “Yeah, I really think so.” And Chanyeol beams at him.
“But, yah,” Kris scolds, using his free hand to pinch Chanyeol’s cheek, “Who told you you could pinch my cheek, huh?!” Chanyeol ducks and tries to escape but Kris’ grip on his hand is too tight and they end up looking like they’re arm wrestling, reducing Chanyeol to a fit of giggles as he tries to pinch Kris back.
(In the background, Kris hears Suho beginning to say something about calm down, Chanyeol, I swear you’re a six feet tall five-year-old - but the other leader breaks off when he sees Kris. Kris just laughs because, yes, EXO-M’s feared duizhang is a six feet tall five-year-old, too.)
So maybe the pink camera wasn’t so bad, after all. He’s going to have to keep the camera, Kris thinks - at least, as long as it will take to get that picture off the camera and onto his phone.
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Author's Note: Uh. Yeah. This is just mindless fluff. I needed a break from all the srs bsns fics I was writing lol. Hope you guys liked it!
Fandom: EXO
Pairing/Characters: krisyeol; Kris & Chanyeol
Genre: Fluff, romance, humor (maybe?)
Rating: PG
Words: ~1100
Summary: Kris is given a camera and an almost impossible task; Chanyeol's laugh continues to be unflattering; and maybe ruining his reputation isn't as catastrophic as Kris thinks, after all.
Dedicated to my friend Chin (whom I really really really really super super super love because she understands all my fangirling, be it Bleach or EXO or whatever) who requested a fanfic based on this photo of Kris and Chanyeol at the SMArt Exhibition. Sorry that this is finished, like, weeks after you asked for it and sorry it’s so short ;~;
Kris casts his eyes down at the absurdly pink camera (baby pink, for the love of god) he's holding in his hand and sighs. So much for his cool, manly image that he had worked so hard to build over the past few months.
We want you to take pictures of yourself and the other members at the exhibition, his manager said earlier, pressing the pink camera into Kris’ reluctant hands. Have fun, okay? And try not to look angry?
Yeah, okay, he internally grumbles. (Really, does his manager even realize that this pink camera is undoing all that they’ve done for his reputation as EXO-M’s feared duizhang? He could feel his street cred dwindling the longer he held onto it.)
He starts milling around in the crowd, hyper conscious of the fact that it isn’t so much a sea of fangirls surrounding him as a sea of cameras (cameras that were decidedly not baby pink, he notes) that are capturing his every move with that damned camera, to be sure. He can already imagine the posts he’s going to find online on the fanclub forums tonight in his usual nightly internet investigation. Did you see Duizhang with the pink camera? So cute!
Kris shudders. He’s going to have to seriously upgrade his airport fashion at the next opportunity in order to salvage his manhood and dignity.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a curly mass of light brown hair bob up and down among the many other heads in the crowd (which really isn't hard, considering everybody else are of significantly shorter height). Chanyeol. Kris automatically slows down his walking speed so that their paths converge at the same time.
“Hyung! You look miserable.” Chanyeol chirps as he (almost literally) wades through the crowd of fangirls, his large brown eyes immediately lighting up when he catches sight of the camera in Kris’ hand. “Oh, take a picture of me!”
“How is taking a picture of you going to make me not miserable?” Kris rhetorically asks, even as he’s raising the camera to eye level. “And you sound way too happy that I’m miserable, Chanyeol-ah.”
Chanyeol ignores him. “What pose should I do, hyung?” His bottom lip juts out in concentration and Kris can’t help but stare at… the pinkness of it. Chanyeol suddenly claps loudly, once (and Kris starts. It must be because the fact that his camera is so pink that he’s hypersensitive to pink things, he reasons with himself). He tilts his head slightly to the side and raises his hands near either side of his face so that palms are showing and fingers are spread. “Ready, hyung?” he excitedly asks.
Kris gives Chanyeol the once over and raises an eyebrow incredulously. “What kind of pose is that? Is this some kind of weird-ass aegyo?”
“Just take the picture, hyung, the fans love it when I do this!”
Kris isn’t sure he agrees but he snaps the photo anyway (with only a little bit of grumbling, because he’s still in one of those moods). He glances at the photo preview in the camera’s screen and says, “I’d like you to know that you look absolutely ridiculous.”
Chanyeol laughs one of his not-so-flattering laughs where his entire face scrunches up and his mouth hangs open like a dog. “I think you mean I look dashingly handsome, like I always do. Hyung, why are you like this? Are you still upset because we didn’t get to ride the same van here?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Kris scowls, but Chanyeol’s laugh is too loud and he doesn’t hear him. “And you better stop laughing or else I’m going to take another picture and it isn’t gonna be pretty, I can tell you that much.”
“Go ahead!” Chanyeol snorts, except it doesn’t sound as much as a snort as a freaking train blowing its horn.
“I’m really going to do it! And I’m going to post it on your fansites to scare all your fans away,” Kris threatens, raising the camera to eye level again. And he does do it, without warning - but, honestly, Chanyeol isn’t worried in the slightest because he knows (and Kris knows that he knows) that Kris is really a softie and won’t post it on the fansites like he said he would.
But, still, it’s a nice picture, Kris thinks to himself as he looks at the picture he just took. Chanyeol’s laugh is caught on camera, and he looks a tad bit maniacal because his facial muscles look like they’re spazzing out as if all of the nerves are misfiring and one eye is wide while the other one is squinting but… it’s endearing, Kris thinks. He’s so busy inspecting the photo that he almost doesn't register Chanyeol lightly pinching his cheek.
“You’re cute when you concentrate, hyung,” Chanyeol says, chuckling and walking away.
Kris frowns. Cute is not Kris. Cute is Chanyeol. The real Chanyeol, not the fan-servicing one.
Following Chanyeol in his wake, Kris walks up from behind the brown-haired boy where he’s stopped to admire a display, smoothly slipping his hand into Chanyeol’s in the process so that their fingers interlock. Chanyeol’s hand automatically tightens around his, without needing to see whose hand it is.
“You should stop with the aegyo,” Kris says. “I think your crazy laugh beats aegyo, any day.”
Chanyeol cocks his head to the side and looks at Kris. “You think so?”
Kris surreptitiously rubs his thumb over Chanyeol’s knuckles, their bodies hiding their hands from the prying eyes of the fangirls’ cameras. “Yeah, I really think so.” And Chanyeol beams at him.
“But, yah,” Kris scolds, using his free hand to pinch Chanyeol’s cheek, “Who told you you could pinch my cheek, huh?!” Chanyeol ducks and tries to escape but Kris’ grip on his hand is too tight and they end up looking like they’re arm wrestling, reducing Chanyeol to a fit of giggles as he tries to pinch Kris back.
(In the background, Kris hears Suho beginning to say something about calm down, Chanyeol, I swear you’re a six feet tall five-year-old - but the other leader breaks off when he sees Kris. Kris just laughs because, yes, EXO-M’s feared duizhang is a six feet tall five-year-old, too.)
So maybe the pink camera wasn’t so bad, after all. He’s going to have to keep the camera, Kris thinks - at least, as long as it will take to get that picture off the camera and onto his phone.
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Author's Note: Uh. Yeah. This is just mindless fluff. I needed a break from all the srs bsns fics I was writing lol. Hope you guys liked it!