Every year, every Christmas
Title: Every year, every Christmas
Pairing: chanyeol/d.o.
Genre: angst, romance? ~~christmas!au~~
Rating: PG
Length: 2,3k words
Summary: He wonders if Christmas would look so white if Chanyeol brightened the air with his colors. Shamelessly inspired by the juliet/mark scene from 'Love Actually'.
A/N: Now this is a christmas gift to my friend eunteuks. She loves chansoo, so I tried my best, but I'm not sure about this it's just KLJHFGJKLDHSKJFLSDLFA i watched love actually again (just bc i love the juliet/mark couple and its so angsty and //cries//) and thought wouldnt it be great if someone... ruined the movie by writing a gay fanfic inspired by it? So here it is. Also, friendly reminder that I'm a brazilian girl and you'll find some honest mistakes here. Forgive me.
every year, every christmas
The city is half-covered in snow and lights, the cozy yet cold-as-death air draws the once in a year seen atmosphere.
Kyungsoo likes Christmas. Not for all the wrong reasons the whole world loves the holidays; he likes Christmas for the nostalgic aura around. He’s not sure if anyone but him has felt it, but every year, at this same period, life becomes a bit grimy and everything seems far. Kids playing catch at the playground in the apartment complex where he lives. The street vendors trying to get rid of all the small dancing Santa Claus toys and plush Rudolphs, carol singers, red and green outfits coloring places. And white, Christmas is all about white.
Maybe that’s why the gloomy air; Kyungsoo thinks white is empty. If each color represents a feeling, then white is just lacking emotions.
He feels white around Christmas season, like he’s always at loss and completely oblivious to what’s missing. But he’s not missing. He has Jongin, his husband and great companion. Christmas shouldn’t be all white; there should be color, Jongin’s colors.
“Hyung, did you get our wedding tape with Chanyeol?” Jongin’s deep voice resonates from their newly-decorated room. Their whole house is brand new, sparkling with new items, mostly wedding gifts.
“Nope” it’s a lie. He actually went to Chanyeol’s studio in order to rescue their long-awaited wedding tape, since his husband’s best friend has recorded the whole event but won’t hand them the tape. He wasn’t well welcomed tho, the tall brunette guy shoving him away under the excuse of losing the tape. Kyungsoo didn’t buy it, especially knowing Chanyeol wasn’t exactly his biggest fan.
He thinks its jealousy.
Chanyeol and Jongin are childhood friends and they were together against the world before Kyungsoo came along, two years ago, only a few months before their college graduation and everything changed. Instead of getting a place in the city with Chanyeol, Jongin got one with Kyungsoo. There was a time he even thought Chanyeol was deeply in love with Jongin, for the scowl on his face everytime Kyungsoo was around was undeniable.
“I think you should work this with him” he finishes, bringing two mugs filled with coffee to settle down next to Jongin beneath many layers of blankets on their bed and watch Home Alone again, because the Cable TV thinks it’s a tradition to air said movie on Christmas’ Eve.
He’s almost lying down when the doorbell rings.
“I’ll get it” Kyungsoo hands Jongin the mugs and rushes downstairs to check who’s at their door on Christmas Eve.
He shouldn’t be surprised in seeing Chanyeol there, considering the guy is friends with Kyungsoo’s husband. The surprise comes from the fact Chanyeol never comes to their place because he can’t stand a second near his friend’s partner. But besides this, he’s also surprised because as soon as his eyes catch Kyungsoo’s unaware expression and lazy dressing, the smile that spreads across Chanyeol’s face is nothing but sincere.
Honestly, there are way more strange things besides the unusual grin on the man’s face - that man that’s supposed to hate Kyungsoo to the guts -; like the small cellphone speakers he carries or the stack of big banners on his hands.
“Chanyeol, hi” Kyungsoo smiles, running his eyes quickly towards all the things the other’s brought.
Jongin’s voice echoes till the front door “WHO IS IT?”
Kyungsoo is almost shouting back, but Chanyeol holds an index finger close to his mouth, suggesting Kyungsoo to stay quiet. The smaller man narrows his eyes, the taller turns music on. The sound coming out of the speakers is a common Christmas carol. Then, Chanyeol carefully places the apparatus on the ground and holds one of his banners up so Kyungsoo can read its content.
Say it’s carol singers
He thinks it’s strange. Of course he thinks it’s strange, but he’s also curious to where this is leading, so he follows the advice on Chanyeol’s banner and shouts back “It’s just some carol singers”
The man ahead of him beams, holding another banner up
Thank you
Jongin’s voice echoes again “GIVE THEM SOME MONEY AND COME BACK HERE”, but Kyungsoo doesn’t answer. Instead, he studies the other by his door, waiting for his next move because obviously there’s a next move.
Chanyeol proves him right by settling the thank you banner behind the stack on his hands and a new one with different words is on display.
Please don’t be scared,
I’m not planning anything
The melody coming out of the speakers is seemingly the perfect background to ease Kyungsoo’s feelings, for he has no idea why his husband’s best friend is by his door, requesting his presence alone, holding banners instead of speaking. Still, the peaceful music somehow creates a relaxing atmosphere.
I just need to say a few things
And then I’ll leave
Chanyeol shrugs and puts said banner behind the stack.
Hopefully, next year by this
Same season I’ll be saving people
At the North Pole
He smiles. Jongin’s mentioned once that Chanyeol wanted to be with the Doctors Without Borders, but Kyungsoo thinks the North Pole is too far from home.
But for now, I just want you to know
That you’re perfect
Wait. Kyungsoo’s heart skips a beat and his mouth opens slowly. What does Chanyeol mean by you’re perfect?
And beautiful
Now he is officially agape.
Those sentences make no sense to Kyungsoo; not when they’re shown in a banner held by someone who hates him dearly.
And please know that I could
Never hate you
And I’m sorry if I made you
Think like I could
His eyes dart from the banners to Chanyeol’s face - Chanyeol’s furiously pink face, and he’s so embarrassed that when Kyungsoo’s gaze falls over him, he sighs, lowering his head and holding another banner up.
I’m sorry, it was a
Self-preservation thing
Don’t worry about me,
I’m not in pain
His husband’s best friend smiles, but Kyungsoo can’t actually see Park Chanyeol in that smile. He isn’t friends with Park Chanyeol, but he’s been next to him enough to know that’s not how he smiles.
Knowing you’re happy
Is enough for me
Kyungsoo isn’t a slow guy, he catches things in the air and it’s mildly frustrating that he’s never realized his husband’s best friend is in love with him.
“But… How…” he starts, confused by his own stupidity, but Chanyeol refrains him, holding another finger to his mouth.
Please take care of Jongin
And take care of yourself
I’m leaving, but you’re
coming with me
Because I’ll love you,
Do Kyungsoo
Until you’re old and grumpy
Kyungsoo searches his heart, his mind, his soul and all other corners of himself for another memory, any memory to be considered the saddest moment of his life. He can’t find it, and he hates that this moment makes him feel so bad when someone is showing so much love.
“KYUNGSOO!” Jongin’s voice startles him. “COME BACK!”
“Coming!” he answers, never looking away from Park Chanyeol’s smiley eyes as the man crouches to grab his phone and speakers from the ground and adjusts the banners behind his arms. Seems like an arrow is settled deep into his heart when Chanyeol grins, nodding and biting on his lower lip.
He whispers, and Kyungsoo can barely hear his deep voice “Merry Christmas, Kyungsoo”
Chanyeol turns around, slow strands stepping away from Kyungsoo’s door step and his chest tightens.
The minions working inside of him for the saddest moment of his life detect something - a memory, which Kyungsoo had never remembered, but having it popping up now seems like it happened yesterday.
Two years ago, one night before the one he met Jongin, a Friday.
That’s a very bitchy Friday, with Mr. Yoon’s assignments being handed back to them and Kyungsoo scored a shameful 56.
56.
56 is unacceptable and he’s glad his dad can’t see it.
So, diving head first in alcohol to forget the dreams of becoming a successful doctor being slaughtered by his own brain, Kyungsoo sits by the counter of one of the many college pubs; his best friend Baekhyun next to him dives deeper (Baekhyun got a 37).
“Baek, Baek…” Kyungsoo pokes his whining friend. “I think we should go home”
“I can’t feel my legs, Kyungsoo. And I don’t know what to do…” Baekhyun hiccups “I’ll be a terrible doctor; I don’t even know how to make my own legs work!”
“No, we’ll be great doctors!” Kyungsoo hiccups, hanging an arm around his friend’s neck. Baekhyun is so weak that Kyungsoo’s weight sends his head straight to the counter.
“OUCH, KYUNG-HIC-SOO!”
“SORRY BAEK hic” and suddenly, Kyungsoo’s lack of balance drags Baekhyun’s dead weight with him flat to the floor.
Now they’re both drunk, failing their course and on the ground.
“Fuck Kyungshoosh” Baekhyun loses coherence (and consciousness) and Kyungsoo blinks, a sharp pain spreading across his back, but that’s not his biggest concern.
That would be standing up.
And helping Baekhyun.
Kyungsoo tries to get up, but his own legs aren’t responding completely, knees giving up and landing loudly back onto the floor.
“Whoa, easy there” an unknown male voice giggles next to him and an incredibly warm hand helps Kyungsoo up, sitting him back on the counter. He only has the chance to glance at the unknown voice owner when the man (a very tall man) steps towards Baekhyun, helping Kyungsoo’s friend on his feet. Baekhyun is too unstable to stand (or keep his own weight still), so the man supports him with an arm around his waist and stares at Kyungsoo.
“Do you have a car?” he simply asks, and boy his ears are huge.
Kyungsoo shakes his head no and hiccups again.
“Ok, I’ll put you two on a cab” the tall man brings Baekhyun outside the pub and Kyungsoo struggles with his own legs in order to follow the dude, surprisingly succeeding.
He doesn’t even know who that man is, but his brain isn’t functioning properly and there’s nothing he wants more than to fall onto his bed and sleep peacefully, waking up only at his graduation day.
If the tall guy is a serial killer, or a rapist, is the kindest one, because he gets a cab and puts Baekhyun and Kyungsoo on the back seats, getting on the passenger seat next to the driver.
“Are you on the dorms? What’s your address?” he asks, head turning back to face Kyungsoo.
“You have a deep voice hic sounds like a murderer” Kyungsoo gets a library card from his pocket and hands it to the tall rapist guy. He’s sure his address is there somewhere and judging by how the man doesn’t ask for it again, he’s right. “Mr. Cab, don’t let him kill-hic us”
Deep voiced laughter fills the car “You’re funny”
“No, I’m drunk”
“You’re a funny drunk”
That’s when Kyungsoo’s memory starts to blur, and he’s not sure if the alcohol messed with his mind or if what he remembers that happened next actually happened next.
“You have pretty eyes, killer guy” he says when the tall guy grabs his fainted friend and helps him out of the cab, murmuring a rough thank you and leading them towards the dorms building.
As soon as Kyungsoo identifies his door in the long corridor “That’s us… Thank you Mr. Murderer”
The man laughs, and strangely, Kyungsoo thinks his laugh is comforting. Nothing like a rapist laugh would sound “It’s Chanyeol” he says “My name is Chanyeol”
“Ah, ok” Kyungsoo opens the door and shoves Baekhyun inside, not even caring to put him on the couch “Go home, don’t kill anyone today, bye”
Kyungsoo isn’t sure if it’s supposed to hit him like a truck, but it does. The only memory he has of Chanyeol is when he meets Jongin and said man introduces Kyungsoo to his friend - Park Chanyeol -; no memory of the Mr. Murderer came to mind. He wonders why his brain has chosen this particular moment to remember such memory. The questioning stops when his feet advance towards the guy walking away from his house, stretching an arm to reach for the other’s shoulder.
“Chanyeol, wait”
The man turns his body, eyebrows lifted and lips parted in amazement. He studies Kyungsoo in confusion and blushes when the smaller says:
“Thanks for helping me and my friend that day”
Kyungsoo doesn’t know how Chanyeol looks like when he tip-toes to kiss him, hands cupping the other’s face. It’s fast, but sincere. He wanted to thank Chanyeol for being so faithful to his friendship with Jongin; so selfless, not claiming Kyungsoo at all - not even when they have met first. He wanted to thank the man for loving him so purely.
When he parts the kiss, his eyes take in the stunned expression on Chanyeol’s face and thinks it’s enough. Waving at his husband’s best friend, Kyungsoo rushes back home and shut the door behind him, leaving Chanyeol planted in the middle of the street, thoughts and feelings probably turned upside down.
The last thing he thinks about before returning to his spot next to Jongin is how Chanyeol’s lips felt colorful against his white dried ones.
“Chanyeol is going to Alaska” Jongin says one night during dinner.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, he’s finally going with the Doctors Without Borders”
“That’s great” Kyungsoo says. That’s really great. Chanyeol wants it, so he’s happy.
“I’m gonna miss him so much…”
The thought of missing the guy doesn’t even cross his mind, and Kyungsoo is staggered by a sudden and misplaced nostalgia. Maybe it’s the gloomy Christmas atmosphere, but he thinks if it could have been any different if he had remembered Chanyeol that night when Jongin introduced them. Would he miss Chanyeol if he had answered Jongin’s “This is my friend, Park Chanyeol” with an excited “Hey! It’s Mr. Murderer!” or even a simple “Haven’t we met before?”?
He wonders if Chanyeol would be the one having dinner with him right now if he had said “I know you”.
He wonders if Christmas would look so white if Chanyeol brightened the air with his colors. He just wonders.
“That’s really great” somehow he feels like it’s a lie.
A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS GEE!!!!! I hope you liked it, I know it's angsty, but idk why Kyungsoo gives me such an angsty feeling
sorry about all the mistakes and everything, but it's from the bottom of my heart ♥
Pairing: chanyeol/d.o.
Genre: angst, romance? ~~christmas!au~~
Rating: PG
Length: 2,3k words
Summary: He wonders if Christmas would look so white if Chanyeol brightened the air with his colors. Shamelessly inspired by the juliet/mark scene from 'Love Actually'.
A/N: Now this is a christmas gift to my friend eunteuks. She loves chansoo, so I tried my best, but I'm not sure about this it's just KLJHFGJKLDHSKJFLSDLFA i watched love actually again (just bc i love the juliet/mark couple and its so angsty and //cries//) and thought wouldnt it be great if someone... ruined the movie by writing a gay fanfic inspired by it? So here it is. Also, friendly reminder that I'm a brazilian girl and you'll find some honest mistakes here. Forgive me.
every year, every christmas
The city is half-covered in snow and lights, the cozy yet cold-as-death air draws the once in a year seen atmosphere.
Kyungsoo likes Christmas. Not for all the wrong reasons the whole world loves the holidays; he likes Christmas for the nostalgic aura around. He’s not sure if anyone but him has felt it, but every year, at this same period, life becomes a bit grimy and everything seems far. Kids playing catch at the playground in the apartment complex where he lives. The street vendors trying to get rid of all the small dancing Santa Claus toys and plush Rudolphs, carol singers, red and green outfits coloring places. And white, Christmas is all about white.
Maybe that’s why the gloomy air; Kyungsoo thinks white is empty. If each color represents a feeling, then white is just lacking emotions.
He feels white around Christmas season, like he’s always at loss and completely oblivious to what’s missing. But he’s not missing. He has Jongin, his husband and great companion. Christmas shouldn’t be all white; there should be color, Jongin’s colors.
“Hyung, did you get our wedding tape with Chanyeol?” Jongin’s deep voice resonates from their newly-decorated room. Their whole house is brand new, sparkling with new items, mostly wedding gifts.
“Nope” it’s a lie. He actually went to Chanyeol’s studio in order to rescue their long-awaited wedding tape, since his husband’s best friend has recorded the whole event but won’t hand them the tape. He wasn’t well welcomed tho, the tall brunette guy shoving him away under the excuse of losing the tape. Kyungsoo didn’t buy it, especially knowing Chanyeol wasn’t exactly his biggest fan.
He thinks its jealousy.
Chanyeol and Jongin are childhood friends and they were together against the world before Kyungsoo came along, two years ago, only a few months before their college graduation and everything changed. Instead of getting a place in the city with Chanyeol, Jongin got one with Kyungsoo. There was a time he even thought Chanyeol was deeply in love with Jongin, for the scowl on his face everytime Kyungsoo was around was undeniable.
“I think you should work this with him” he finishes, bringing two mugs filled with coffee to settle down next to Jongin beneath many layers of blankets on their bed and watch Home Alone again, because the Cable TV thinks it’s a tradition to air said movie on Christmas’ Eve.
He’s almost lying down when the doorbell rings.
“I’ll get it” Kyungsoo hands Jongin the mugs and rushes downstairs to check who’s at their door on Christmas Eve.
He shouldn’t be surprised in seeing Chanyeol there, considering the guy is friends with Kyungsoo’s husband. The surprise comes from the fact Chanyeol never comes to their place because he can’t stand a second near his friend’s partner. But besides this, he’s also surprised because as soon as his eyes catch Kyungsoo’s unaware expression and lazy dressing, the smile that spreads across Chanyeol’s face is nothing but sincere.
Honestly, there are way more strange things besides the unusual grin on the man’s face - that man that’s supposed to hate Kyungsoo to the guts -; like the small cellphone speakers he carries or the stack of big banners on his hands.
“Chanyeol, hi” Kyungsoo smiles, running his eyes quickly towards all the things the other’s brought.
Jongin’s voice echoes till the front door “WHO IS IT?”
Kyungsoo is almost shouting back, but Chanyeol holds an index finger close to his mouth, suggesting Kyungsoo to stay quiet. The smaller man narrows his eyes, the taller turns music on. The sound coming out of the speakers is a common Christmas carol. Then, Chanyeol carefully places the apparatus on the ground and holds one of his banners up so Kyungsoo can read its content.
Say it’s carol singers
He thinks it’s strange. Of course he thinks it’s strange, but he’s also curious to where this is leading, so he follows the advice on Chanyeol’s banner and shouts back “It’s just some carol singers”
The man ahead of him beams, holding another banner up
Thank you
Jongin’s voice echoes again “GIVE THEM SOME MONEY AND COME BACK HERE”, but Kyungsoo doesn’t answer. Instead, he studies the other by his door, waiting for his next move because obviously there’s a next move.
Chanyeol proves him right by settling the thank you banner behind the stack on his hands and a new one with different words is on display.
Please don’t be scared,
I’m not planning anything
The melody coming out of the speakers is seemingly the perfect background to ease Kyungsoo’s feelings, for he has no idea why his husband’s best friend is by his door, requesting his presence alone, holding banners instead of speaking. Still, the peaceful music somehow creates a relaxing atmosphere.
I just need to say a few things
And then I’ll leave
Chanyeol shrugs and puts said banner behind the stack.
Hopefully, next year by this
Same season I’ll be saving people
At the North Pole
He smiles. Jongin’s mentioned once that Chanyeol wanted to be with the Doctors Without Borders, but Kyungsoo thinks the North Pole is too far from home.
But for now, I just want you to know
That you’re perfect
Wait. Kyungsoo’s heart skips a beat and his mouth opens slowly. What does Chanyeol mean by you’re perfect?
And beautiful
Now he is officially agape.
Those sentences make no sense to Kyungsoo; not when they’re shown in a banner held by someone who hates him dearly.
And please know that I could
Never hate you
And I’m sorry if I made you
Think like I could
His eyes dart from the banners to Chanyeol’s face - Chanyeol’s furiously pink face, and he’s so embarrassed that when Kyungsoo’s gaze falls over him, he sighs, lowering his head and holding another banner up.
I’m sorry, it was a
Self-preservation thing
Don’t worry about me,
I’m not in pain
His husband’s best friend smiles, but Kyungsoo can’t actually see Park Chanyeol in that smile. He isn’t friends with Park Chanyeol, but he’s been next to him enough to know that’s not how he smiles.
Knowing you’re happy
Is enough for me
Kyungsoo isn’t a slow guy, he catches things in the air and it’s mildly frustrating that he’s never realized his husband’s best friend is in love with him.
“But… How…” he starts, confused by his own stupidity, but Chanyeol refrains him, holding another finger to his mouth.
Please take care of Jongin
And take care of yourself
I’m leaving, but you’re
coming with me
Because I’ll love you,
Do Kyungsoo
Until you’re old and grumpy
Kyungsoo searches his heart, his mind, his soul and all other corners of himself for another memory, any memory to be considered the saddest moment of his life. He can’t find it, and he hates that this moment makes him feel so bad when someone is showing so much love.
“KYUNGSOO!” Jongin’s voice startles him. “COME BACK!”
“Coming!” he answers, never looking away from Park Chanyeol’s smiley eyes as the man crouches to grab his phone and speakers from the ground and adjusts the banners behind his arms. Seems like an arrow is settled deep into his heart when Chanyeol grins, nodding and biting on his lower lip.
He whispers, and Kyungsoo can barely hear his deep voice “Merry Christmas, Kyungsoo”
Chanyeol turns around, slow strands stepping away from Kyungsoo’s door step and his chest tightens.
The minions working inside of him for the saddest moment of his life detect something - a memory, which Kyungsoo had never remembered, but having it popping up now seems like it happened yesterday.
Two years ago, one night before the one he met Jongin, a Friday.
That’s a very bitchy Friday, with Mr. Yoon’s assignments being handed back to them and Kyungsoo scored a shameful 56.
56.
56 is unacceptable and he’s glad his dad can’t see it.
So, diving head first in alcohol to forget the dreams of becoming a successful doctor being slaughtered by his own brain, Kyungsoo sits by the counter of one of the many college pubs; his best friend Baekhyun next to him dives deeper (Baekhyun got a 37).
“Baek, Baek…” Kyungsoo pokes his whining friend. “I think we should go home”
“I can’t feel my legs, Kyungsoo. And I don’t know what to do…” Baekhyun hiccups “I’ll be a terrible doctor; I don’t even know how to make my own legs work!”
“No, we’ll be great doctors!” Kyungsoo hiccups, hanging an arm around his friend’s neck. Baekhyun is so weak that Kyungsoo’s weight sends his head straight to the counter.
“OUCH, KYUNG-HIC-SOO!”
“SORRY BAEK hic” and suddenly, Kyungsoo’s lack of balance drags Baekhyun’s dead weight with him flat to the floor.
Now they’re both drunk, failing their course and on the ground.
“Fuck Kyungshoosh” Baekhyun loses coherence (and consciousness) and Kyungsoo blinks, a sharp pain spreading across his back, but that’s not his biggest concern.
That would be standing up.
And helping Baekhyun.
Kyungsoo tries to get up, but his own legs aren’t responding completely, knees giving up and landing loudly back onto the floor.
“Whoa, easy there” an unknown male voice giggles next to him and an incredibly warm hand helps Kyungsoo up, sitting him back on the counter. He only has the chance to glance at the unknown voice owner when the man (a very tall man) steps towards Baekhyun, helping Kyungsoo’s friend on his feet. Baekhyun is too unstable to stand (or keep his own weight still), so the man supports him with an arm around his waist and stares at Kyungsoo.
“Do you have a car?” he simply asks, and boy his ears are huge.
Kyungsoo shakes his head no and hiccups again.
“Ok, I’ll put you two on a cab” the tall man brings Baekhyun outside the pub and Kyungsoo struggles with his own legs in order to follow the dude, surprisingly succeeding.
He doesn’t even know who that man is, but his brain isn’t functioning properly and there’s nothing he wants more than to fall onto his bed and sleep peacefully, waking up only at his graduation day.
If the tall guy is a serial killer, or a rapist, is the kindest one, because he gets a cab and puts Baekhyun and Kyungsoo on the back seats, getting on the passenger seat next to the driver.
“Are you on the dorms? What’s your address?” he asks, head turning back to face Kyungsoo.
“You have a deep voice hic sounds like a murderer” Kyungsoo gets a library card from his pocket and hands it to the tall rapist guy. He’s sure his address is there somewhere and judging by how the man doesn’t ask for it again, he’s right. “Mr. Cab, don’t let him kill-hic us”
Deep voiced laughter fills the car “You’re funny”
“No, I’m drunk”
“You’re a funny drunk”
That’s when Kyungsoo’s memory starts to blur, and he’s not sure if the alcohol messed with his mind or if what he remembers that happened next actually happened next.
“You have pretty eyes, killer guy” he says when the tall guy grabs his fainted friend and helps him out of the cab, murmuring a rough thank you and leading them towards the dorms building.
As soon as Kyungsoo identifies his door in the long corridor “That’s us… Thank you Mr. Murderer”
The man laughs, and strangely, Kyungsoo thinks his laugh is comforting. Nothing like a rapist laugh would sound “It’s Chanyeol” he says “My name is Chanyeol”
“Ah, ok” Kyungsoo opens the door and shoves Baekhyun inside, not even caring to put him on the couch “Go home, don’t kill anyone today, bye”
Kyungsoo isn’t sure if it’s supposed to hit him like a truck, but it does. The only memory he has of Chanyeol is when he meets Jongin and said man introduces Kyungsoo to his friend - Park Chanyeol -; no memory of the Mr. Murderer came to mind. He wonders why his brain has chosen this particular moment to remember such memory. The questioning stops when his feet advance towards the guy walking away from his house, stretching an arm to reach for the other’s shoulder.
“Chanyeol, wait”
The man turns his body, eyebrows lifted and lips parted in amazement. He studies Kyungsoo in confusion and blushes when the smaller says:
“Thanks for helping me and my friend that day”
Kyungsoo doesn’t know how Chanyeol looks like when he tip-toes to kiss him, hands cupping the other’s face. It’s fast, but sincere. He wanted to thank Chanyeol for being so faithful to his friendship with Jongin; so selfless, not claiming Kyungsoo at all - not even when they have met first. He wanted to thank the man for loving him so purely.
When he parts the kiss, his eyes take in the stunned expression on Chanyeol’s face and thinks it’s enough. Waving at his husband’s best friend, Kyungsoo rushes back home and shut the door behind him, leaving Chanyeol planted in the middle of the street, thoughts and feelings probably turned upside down.
The last thing he thinks about before returning to his spot next to Jongin is how Chanyeol’s lips felt colorful against his white dried ones.
“Chanyeol is going to Alaska” Jongin says one night during dinner.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, he’s finally going with the Doctors Without Borders”
“That’s great” Kyungsoo says. That’s really great. Chanyeol wants it, so he’s happy.
“I’m gonna miss him so much…”
The thought of missing the guy doesn’t even cross his mind, and Kyungsoo is staggered by a sudden and misplaced nostalgia. Maybe it’s the gloomy Christmas atmosphere, but he thinks if it could have been any different if he had remembered Chanyeol that night when Jongin introduced them. Would he miss Chanyeol if he had answered Jongin’s “This is my friend, Park Chanyeol” with an excited “Hey! It’s Mr. Murderer!” or even a simple “Haven’t we met before?”?
He wonders if Chanyeol would be the one having dinner with him right now if he had said “I know you”.
He wonders if Christmas would look so white if Chanyeol brightened the air with his colors. He just wonders.
“That’s really great” somehow he feels like it’s a lie.
A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS GEE!!!!! I hope you liked it, I know it's angsty, but idk why Kyungsoo gives me such an angsty feeling
sorry about all the mistakes and everything, but it's from the bottom of my heart ♥