Fanfic: Perfect
Title: Perfect
Fandom: EXO
Author: WakingHyde
Rating: PG-13
Characters/pairings: KrisYeol
Wordcount: 1808
A/N: BWAHAH, I hate myself for posting this now as my first EXO fic when I'm in the process of writing like, three others that are so infinitely much better. Also, still can't get under 1000 words. Whatever, the world needs more KrisYeol, anyways.
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“Hyung?”
No, Kris thought to himself as he squeezed his eyes tighter together, even if it did not matter in the pitch dark, ignoring the instinct to pull the covers closer around his already too-warm body, if it would only muffle the sound from his ears. Ignore it. Ignore him. He will be quiet, go away. Kris was tired, Kris wanted to sleep, and he had been so close before that deep rumble shook him right awake again. A part of him was tempted to simply turn around in the narrow bed and violently choke the unfitting owner of the voice to death, but the consequences would have been worse to handle. More effort than it was worth.
Instead, Kris opted to lie perfectly still, feigning sleep. He was being a bastard, and he knew it, but was too tired to particularly care. Maybe, during daytime, he would have felt guilt, and been obliged by his conscience to turn concerned eyes to a certain baby-faced rapper and ease his troubles. But Kris felt no remorse in ignoring the younger right now; he just desperately wanted to sleep.
“Hyung…”
Kris found it so much easier to ignore him when the huge, doe-like eyes were invisible in the dark, but somehow, even the mature voice that was deeper than his own managed to sound ridiculously cute. And begging, pleading, poor…
“Hyung, please…”
Who was Kris kidding. It was not like he needed sleep to begin with. He was Kris, for crying out loud. Not that he would not like to be able to sleep, far from it; people like Kris were usually indulged when they wanted to sleep, because he could be very scary when he wanted to, but there were some people who were not affected by murderous glares and animalistic growling.
“What, Chanyeol?”
People like Chanyeol.
“You’re awake?”
If Kris had the energy or space to do so, he would have facepalmed. Instead, he settled for rolling his eyes and sighing deeply (and dramatically) as he carefully twisted around to become face to face with the intruder in his bed. Not that he could see Chanyeol any better by doing so; the room was still as dark as ever, only a tiny stream of light from the street lamps dancing in from a narrow opening in the curtains broke the dark infinity.
But Kris’s senses were immediately overflowed with Chanyeol - the soft, brown hair tickling his nose pleasantly and filling his air with the refreshing smell of a shampoo Kris could not name, but loved, the soothing waves of warm breath ghosting over his throat, a soft brush of a hesitant hand, and the heat rolling of Chanyeol’s lithe body to Kris’s own already boiling blood. And Kris loved this feeling, he always did - would always do. The all-too familiar invasion of his personal bubble did not matter anymore, and he could not understand that it ever had, once upon a time. Not when it was Chanyeol. Nothing should ever matter if it was Chanyeol.
Instead of replying, Kris gently wrapped toned arms around the smaller boy, pulling him closer, if that had even been possible to begin with, and smiled in satisfaction as Chanyeol’s own arms lovingly circled his own waist. Kris breathed in Chanyeol’s scent again, the sensation of Chanyeol being here and with him - it was always enough. These moments were always enough. Kris found it perfectly fine to be able to fall asleep like this.
“But, hyung?”
Except Chanyeol did not want Kris to sleep. He had almost forgotten that in his brief moment of bliss.
“What, Chanyeol, can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Kris mumbled tiredly to the top of Chanyeol’s head, the sound more muffled than what should be legal, but Chanyeol never minded.
“It can’t…”
Kris almost frowned. Chanyeol’s voice, when he paid attention to it, sounded so sad, scared… Worried? What an unusual change. Chanyeol was somehow always so cheery, happy, always positive. Most of the time, anyways, though he was prone to peculiar mood changes, like the unusual person he was. But rarely ever, did he sound worried… And quiet.
“What’s up, then?” Kris asked gently, gently stroking his thumb along Chanyeol’s exposed backbone (the boy really was too skinny for his height) in encouragement, and earning a slight, pleasured shiver for his effort. Kris had learned, a pretty long time ago, that while he was the kind of person who preferred to keep his problems to himself, Chanyeol was very different. He wanted consolation, he needed someone to talk to whenever something bothered him, but it could not be just anyone. Kris had had to earn Chanyeol’s trust before the brunette would approach him, but now, they were both satisfied with the situation. Although, Kris reflected to himself, it was never something to be pleasured about when Chanyeol had problems. Rather, on the contrary. “Tell me.”
“Tomorrow…” Chanyeol trailed off uncertainly.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to postpone this until tomorrow?” Kris switched from rubbing carefully with his thumb to his index finger.
“No, I…” Chanyeol paused again, and Kris waited patiently for the young rapper to find the right words. “It’s about tomorrow.”
“What about tomorrow? Our showcase?”
“I’m… Nervous.”
Although Kris immediately realized that he probably should have expected that, he was still a bit surprised. While Sehun had been a mess earlier that day, Kai had paced more than what should be legal and Luhan had at least a couple of breakdowns only before lunch, Chanyeol had never seemed particularly upset to him. And Kris thought he had become able to read Chanyeol pretty well.
“I mean, I know we’re great, and I know it’ll be awesome, and we’ve worked with this for ages, and Suho nearly cried of happiness yesterday, and Kai said my dancing was better, but there’s so many people, what if something happens, what if I slip, or I forget my lines, and you’re not there, maybe the stylist noonas do this poodle thing with my hair again, and what if the fans hate me, I mean - “
“Shh, Chanyeollie, please,” Kris whispered soothingly, steadily, nuzzling gently into Chanyeol’s hair. The effect was immediate, and even the slight trembling that had taken over the warm body next to his withered away when Kris’s calm voice interrupted Chanyeol’s increasingly panicky one. “It will be fine, everything will be perfect. Aren’t you looking forward to our duet? It’ll be fine.”
“You don’t know that,” Chanyeol sniffed quietly, the sound strangely foreign from the rapper’s mouth. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m saying that because I believe that,” Kris calmly retorted and resumed the soft stroking motion on Chanyeol’s back.
“But what if you’re wrong?” Chanyeol persisted. “So much can go wrong, and the fans… We need to be great for the fans.”
“We won’t be great, we will be perfect.”
“But what if we’re not?” Kris sometimes wished Chanyeol would stop thinking too much. It never lead to anything good anyways, because in Kris’s opinion, Chanyeol was not very good at it to begin with. Not that he minded.
“Since when do you worry?” He asked, and could feel Chanyeol shrugging slightly in his hold.
“Since when do you not?” He retorted. “I’m just… It’s our first time on stage, hyung, and if we mess this up, we’ll be screwed - I don’t want to be the one doing that, but I don’t think anyone else would do stupid things, it’s just because I’m stupid, but then you wouldn’t be there, and what if the fans hate me, I’m nothing like the image, what if I smile - ”
“Chanyeollie,” Kris interrupted the ranting again, Chaneyeol’s insecurities hitting him hard, harder than he would have expected. “Be rational, of course you won’t be able to not smile. And the fans will love your awkward little grin, trust me, it’s adorable.” Kris was not sure if he imagined the slight wave of heat hitting his throat right then. “They will love you, and you will do great - you’re the best rapper I know, and I like to consider myself and I close acquaintances.” Much to Kris’s dismay, Chanyeol did not laugh at his joke, though Kris liked to chalk that up to Chanyeol not being on level with his humor, as opposed to it just simply being bad.
“I can still make mistakes…” Chanyeol mumbled uncertainly and moved his head slightly, tickling Kris’s face again and unconsciously tightening his grip around Kris’s middle.
“I’m confident that you won’t,” Kris insisted fondly. “And even if you do, no one will care. Everyone expects us to be nervous, and it’s only human to make mistakes. No one looks at us like we really are those perfect aliens from EXO planet, you know. I don’t particularly care about what happens tomorrow, who stumbles where, or who rips his pants first, because there will be a lot of that later. I just want us all to do our best - and then we’ll be perfect.”
“Hmmm…” Chanyeol hummed quietly as Kris finished talking. “Did you write down that speech?”
“No, I just said what I meant.”
“Then you should speak more often.”
“I will consider it.”
“You should say that to the others tomorrow.”
“No, that’s Suho’s job - I’m all yours,” Kris chuckled and bent his neck to place a gentle kiss to Chanyeol’s forehead.
“Thanks, hyung.” The smile in Chanyeol’s voice was obvious to Kris, as was the relief, and that was what Kris had been waiting for ever since the younger spoke up earlier. “Will you be mine tomorrow, too?”
Kris blinked even though it was useless in the dark. “I… Yes? Why wouldn’t I?”
“I mean, like…” Chanyeol seemed to struggle to find the right words. “Will you be next to me tomorrow? Not only during our solo, but… Whenever you can?”
“Chanyeol…”
Kris released his hold on the smaller ever so slightly, but still keeping a firm arm around the narrow waist as he brought the other hand slowly up to caress a soft, warm cheek, cupping it like it was the world’s most precious treasure. And in a way, it was. Chanyeol was Kris’s most precious treasure.
Rarely ever were they this quiet, careful and gentle, but both parts found that they quite liked it when Kris with practiced ease tipped Chanyeol’s head upwards to guide soft, plump lips to his own. It was not like their hungry, demanding kisses, not at all like when they fought for dominance, but it was a very comforting, soothing gesture, and when Chanyeol’s nerves stilled, Kris also found a part of him he never even realized was restless grow quiet.
Just as slowly, they broke the kiss, and Kris could have sworn his intense gaze found Chanyeol’s sparkling eyes through the darkness. Perfect.
“I’m always next to you.”
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I don't even know how this became so suckish, it just is.
Also, I'm not one of those who hate Chanyeol's poodle hair (it's too darn cute). I just felt the need to poke fun at it because... I don't know, I just felt the need.
Anyways, is there KrisYeol life out there? No? Just BaekYeol? :(