HOT FOR TEACHER for TAOPINGS [2/2]
To: Jongdae! :)
12:02 A.M.
i'm back from my date! (^～^)
12:03 A.M.
i know you're not going to ask how it was so i'm just going to go ahead and tell you abt it anyway.
12:05 A.M.
it was nice! there was a hiccup at the beginning but it was ok! it was a lot of fun even if it was kind of an impromptu date.
12:05 A.M.
he got a little drunk but he's an adorable drunk (^_^;)
12:06 A.M.
i didn't even ask to touch his dick or anything (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ aren't u proud of me???
12:07 A.M.
he was the one who mentioned it though L(・o・)」
12:07 A.M.
his dick, i mean
12:08 A.M.
it's so unfair. TEASING ISN'T NICE ╥﹏╥ ಥ_ಥ
12:10 A.M.
i just wanna ride his dick while he talks to me about english and literature ╥﹏╥ ╥﹏╥ ╥﹏╥
Chanyeol glares at his phone and tries to telepathically get Kyungsoo to message him back. It's no fun if he can't get to actively swoon about Jongdae. He knows Kyungsoo stays up late reading. Or doing other creature-of-the-night things. After twenty minutes, he grabs his phone to message Kyungsoo again. Or call him maybe.
Only when he checks open his messages, it says the last person he contacted was-oh no. Nonononononono. He hits Jongdae's name and yes, he has sent all the messages to Jongdae instead of Kyungsoo.
He drops his phone on his bed. He knows Jongdae is probably asleep because Chanyeol had to help Baekhyun practically pour him into bed.
So now his stupid messages were just sitting there on Jongdae’s phone, waiting to be read. Chanyeol scrolls through the messages and most of them aren’t bad. Jongdae already knows he’s all kinds of enamored.
Except.
Those dick texts.
Chanyeol groans and throws himself on to his bed, burying his face into a pillow. Jongdae is going to wake up in the morning and read about how Chanyeol wants to ride his dick.
Chanyeol doesn’t remember falling asleep. He remembers being distressed and calling Kyungsoo for sympathy only to be laughed at, which he had expected. So when he wakes up to his phone ringing, he’s puzzled.
“No,” he mumbles into his phone. He’s still half asleep because even he’s not sure what he’s saying no to.
“Chanyeol?”
Chanyeol shoots up in his bed, his mind clearing. “Oh no.”
Jongdae laughs on the other end of the line. “How drunk did you think I was last night? Did you think I needed a recap?” He sounds amused and Chanyeol’s face is burning with shame.
“That wasn’t meant for you,” he says weakly.
“I figured,” Jongdae says. “It’s nice you think I’m an adorable drunk. But about the last message.”
Chanyeol whimpers. “This is so mortifying.”
“I can definitely do that,” Jongdae says easily. “You know, talking to you about English and literature.”
“Please stop,” Chanyeol pleads. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“But I’d rather ride your dick if that’s okay.”
Chanyeol freezes and he glances at the clock hanging on his wall.
“Chanyeol?”
“Are you seriously talking about riding my dick at 9 in the morning?”
“You talked about riding mine at midnight.”
Chanyeol frowns. “Midnight is an appropriate time to discuss the conduct of dick-riding. 9 A.M. isn’t.” He flops back down when he hears Jongdae laugh again. It’s a nice sound, even if 9 A.M. is too early to be awake for on a Saturday.
“Sorry,” Jongdae says. “I’m not up-to-date on the proper timings, you’ll have to fill me in.”
“I have so much to teach you,” Chanyeol sighs.
Dating is fun.
Chanyeol had always assumed it’s a lot of hard work, and maybe it is, but Jongdae makes it seem easy. After a few tries with Chanyeol’s romantic date ideas (candle-lit dinner-disastrous because Chanyeol can’t really cook, art museums-which Jongdae enjoyed but Chanyeol did not, wine-tasting-horrifyingly disastrous because Jongdae is allergic to wine) Jongdae tells him he doesn’t have to try so hard.
So he doesn’t. And it does become easier. They’re both more relaxed because Chanyeol doesn’t have to worry about impressing Jongdae, and Jongdae doesn’t have to worry about pretending to like Chanyeol’s ideas.
Chanyeol doesn’t think that lingering around in a bookstore counts as a date. That wasn’t the plan anyway. The plan was to go to a movie, but they stop at a bookstore to look for a book that Kyungsoo doesn’t have in his library (Kyungsoo is so annoyed that they have the audacity to ask him for a book he doesn’t have that he stops talking to them) and Jongdae looks so happy to wander around, and Chanyeol figures that as long as they’re happy and having a good time, that’s enough.
“We should get this.”
Chanyeol looks at the book that Jongdae is holding out. “Sonnets by William Shakespeare? Are you teaching the kids sonnets? I thought you were doing The Canterbury Tales this month.”
Jongdae grins. “You’re cute.”
Chanyeol rolls his eyes in exasperation because that’s what Jongdae says whenever Chanyeol says something that amuses him-something wrong. “I swear I heard Sehun complaining about how hard the English is in that.”
“It is,” Jongdae says, moving closer to Chanyeol. “He’s really good at interpreting it though.”
“So you’re teaching sonnets next? I’m pretty sure Kyungsoo has this in the library.”
Jongdae laughs, taking another step towards him. “No, the sonnets are for us.” His lips quirk up and even though it’s been two months, Chanyeol still isn’t immune to that smile.
“Us?” Chanyeol manages to get out.
“You said you wanted me to talk to you about English and literature, right?” Jongdae’s smirk disappears and he gives Chanyeol an innocent look. “Is 9 at night an appropriate time to talk about dick-riding?” He leans up on his toes and that’s when Chanyeol realizes Jongdae has backed him up against one of the shelves.
“Kim Jongdae,” Chanyeol says, resting his hands on Jongdae’s shoulders. “Respected English teacher, most favourite teacher-” He smiles when Jongdae grins at that. “Are you trying to mack on me? In the children’s section of a bookstore?”
Jongdae laughs as he brings his arms around Chanyeol’s neck. “Strange.” He leans in close and he’s only a breath away now.
“What’s strange?” Chanyeol asks, even though he’s mostly focussed on Jongdae’s mouth.
Jongdae glances back up to meet his eyes, smiling a little. “That you used the words ‘mack on me’ and I still want to kiss you.”
Chanyeol smirks. “I’ve got mad seduction skills,” he says before he closes the distance between them.
Jongdae still manages to get out a giggle before he’s pressing his lips against Chanyeol’s, who curls his fingers into Jongdae’s shirt and drags him forward. Jongdae winds his fingers in Chanyeol’s hair and tugs it tight, and Chanyeol is so busy thinking about how he’s pretty sure his lips are tingling that he doesn’t notice he’s moved his hands to Jongdae’s waist and his fingers are pressing in tight against the bare skin they’ve managed to find. It’s only when Jongdae’s body arches into his that Chanyeol pulls away, and Jongdae stumbles back slightly.
“In the bookstore,” Chanyeol says incredulously.
Jongdae loses the confused look he had when Chanyeol had pushed him away and he shrugs. “You know, Baekhyun’s not going to be home tonight,” he says, picking up the book he had dropped. “And I already know which sonnet I want to talk to you about.”
Chanyeol knows he has the stupidest smile plastered on his face when he knocks on Jongdae’s door. It falters a little when Baekhyun is the one to open the door.
“Oh, it’s you.” Baekhyun holds the door open and steps aside to let him in.
“Your hair’s purple,” Chanyeol says, because it’s probably a nicer thing to say than, "Why are you here?" since Baekhyun had already inadvertently ruined their plans last week by being home.
“Yeah, it was time for a change.” Baekhyun glances at Chanyeol’s hair. “You know, you would look great with red hair.”
“Don’t even look at his hair,” Jongdae yells from the kitchen. He pops his head out and beams when he sees Chanyeol. “Want to help me with the popcorn?”
“Sure.” Chanyeol presses a kiss to the corner of Jongdae’s mouth when he joins him in the kitchen.
Jongdae holds up two bags of microwaveable popcorn. “Butter? Or extra butter.”
“What kind of question is that? Extra butter. Always extra butter.”
“Right,” Jongdae says, grinning as pops the bag inside the microwave. “Baekhyun’s leaving soon. He’s staying over at Yixing’s place so he won’t be butting in again.”
“Yixing,” Chanyeol says, tugging on a belt loop to pull Jongdae forward. “Is that the boyfriend?”
“Yes, probably the only person in the world patient enough to deal with Baekhyun,” Jongdae says, even as he leans in for a proper kiss.
“Hey.” Chanyeol holds him back by the shoulders. “Are you okay?”
Jongdae gives him a puzzled look. “Yeah. Why?”
Chanyeol tilts his head. “You seem a little off,” he says.
He can tell something’s wrong. He’s caught it a few times before and although Jongdae doesn’t seem to get mad or upset, Chanyeol can tell when something’s bothering him-whether it’s the way he reacts a second too late to something, or the way his smile doesn’t curve up the way it usually does, or lately, Chanyeol can feel it when they’re kissing.
It would please him that he can actually figure these small things out, that he’s already managed to get a read on Jongdae, except Jongdae always brushes it off. It’s frustrating because Chanyeol doesn’t know what the point is of being able to read Jongdae when he can’t do anything to help.
“Cute.” Jongdae reaches out towards him but Chanyeol stops him by grabbing his wrist.
“Jongdae.” Chanyeol hangs on to his wrist even when Jongdae drops his arm. “I’m not going to push it but you know you can talk to me, right?”
Jongdae still seems confused. “I know. I’m just-”
“Hey.” Baekhyun sticks his head out from around the corner. “I’m heading out.”
Jongdae smiles and Chanyeol thinks he may have screwed up because even his smile wavers a bit. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Baekhyun moves so he’s standing at the entrance of the kitchen and he studies both of them for a few seconds. “Is everything okay?”
Jongdae nods. “Everything’s fine,” he says, and gives him a more sincere smile. “Have fun.”
Baekhyun gives Chanyeol a doubtful look, but when Jongdae scoffs, he rolls his eyes and leaves them alone with one more goodbye.
Chanyeol and Jongdae are both quiet as they head into the living room to start their movie date night. Chanyeol’s holding the bowl of popcorn awkwardly as Jongdae sets up Beowulf, and he regrets his choice now. He had picked it to listen to Jongdae complain about how inaccurate the movie is, but they could both use a comedy right now.
“I’m not being difficult on purpose,” Jongdae says suddenly.
Chanyeol looks up to see Jongdae standing in front of the T.V. holding on tight to the DVD case. “I don’t think you’re being difficult,” he says slowly.
“You just…” Jongdae frowns like he can’t figure out what he wants to say. “I’m happy when you’re around, so I don’t want to think about the things that make me sad.”
Chanyeol studies him carefully. “And when I’m not around?”
Jongdae blinks. “What?”
“Are you sad about stuff when I’m not around?”
“Sometimes.”
“I don’t want you to be sad when I’m not around,” Chanyeol says, frowning. “I don’t want you to be sad at all, but at least I can help if I’m around.”
Jongdae smiles as he finally joins Chanyeol on the couch. “That’s cute.”
Chanyeol sighs. “Jongdae.”
“I mean it,” Jongdae says, squeezing Chanyeol’s hand. “Really. It’s nice that you’re worried but I don’t want you to. I already know I’ve got you if I need to talk.” He looks at Chanyeol hopefully. “Now smile please.”
Chanyeol sets the popcorn on the coffee table and pushes Jongdae down on his back. “I’ve got you, babe,” he says solemnly before he finally breaks into a grin.
Jongdae smiles at him widely and Chanyeol can tell it’s sincere. “You’ve got mad seduction skills, Park Chanyeol,” he says, leaning up on his elbows to kiss him.
“Hrothgar was so not Grendel’s father,” Jongdae complains, frowning at the T.V. screen.
Which would be fine because Chanyeol expected this when he brought the movie over. Except that Chanyeol has his mouth on Jongdae’s collarbone and he doesn’t seem to be paying attention.
“You’re going to give me an inferiority complex,” Chanyeol complains, biting down on the collarbone.
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow when he hears Jongdae’s breath catch. “Biting, huh?”
“You can’t leave a mark,” Jongdae says, even as he tilts his head to one side.
“Why?” Chanyeol’s teeth scrape against his clavicle. “Your ugly sweater vests will cover them up.”
“Ugly?” Jongdae laughs. “My sweater vests are not ugly. They’re interesting and good conversation starters.”
“Ugly,” Chanyeol says firmly, leaning down to nip at his lower lip.
“And yet I still managed to usurp your title of favourite teacher wearing them.”
Chanyeol rests his hands on either side of Jongdae’s head and pushes himself up a bit. “I knew it! I knew you did that on purpose!”
Jongdae manages to sit up and he shoves Chanyeol down on his back.
“This is an interesting turn of events,” Chanyeol says as Jongdae straddles him, his knees framing Chanyeol’s waist.
“You on top of me isn’t exactly ideal dick-riding position,” Jongdae says, sliding his fingers to the first button on Chanyeol’s shirt. “Not for me anyway.”
“I guess not.” Chanyeol wonders if offering to unbutton his own shirt will be a turn off because the sooner he gets out of his shirt, the sooner he can get Jongdae’s shirt off. Jongdae seems content to be taking his own sweet time though.
“So tell me,” Jongdae says, finally pushing Chanyeol’s shirt open. “Do I have to actually recite a sonnet while I ride your dick or are you looking for some in-depth analysis?”
Chanyeol stares at him. “Are you serious?”
“I’m always serious about Shakespeare,” Jongdae says. He manages to sound somber even though he’s unbuckling Chanyeol’s belt. “Shakespeare and riding someone’s dick.”
Chanyeol sits up and roughly yanks Jongdae’s shirt over his head. “Okay,” he says, unbuttoning Jongdae’s jeans. “So get your pants off and talk Shakespeare to me.”
“You know what’s a good sonnet?” Chanyeol lifts the lid from his coffee cup and breathes in the smell appreciatively. “Sonnet 105.”
Jongdae snorts from where he’s grading assignments at the table he and Chanyeol usually occupy at the library.
Kyungsoo is watching Chanyeol warily. “Shakespeare?”
Chanyeol nods. “You know he’s not all gloom and doom like everyone thinks he is. He wrote some nice stuff.”
Jongdae looks up at that. “Not everyone thinks Shakespeare is gloom and doom,” he says, sounding cross. “You’re just thinking of his tragedies. Like Romeo and Juliet.”
“Antony and Cleopatra wasn’t fun either,” Chanyeol says, imitating his cross tone. “Has he written anything funny?”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Please educate your boy toy,” he tells Jongdae.
“Boyfriend,” Jongdae corrects, reaching over to pat Chanyeol’s arm. “Maybe next time we have sex I’ll read you Twelfth Night instead of sonnets.”
“Okay,” Chanyeol says cheerfully.
There’s a loud thud and Kyungsoo stares at them, ignoring the books he’s dropped on the floor. “What?”
“Jongdae reads me sonnets when we have sex,” Chanyeol explains.
“Sonnet 105 is the most effective,” Jongdae adds.
Kyungsoo’s eyes widen. “Effective?”
“You know. For making him co-”
“Get out.” Kyungsoo grabs Jongdae’s papers and shoves them at him and he shuts the textbook Chanyeol had opened in front of him. “Get out of my library.”
“But-”
“I’m not listening to you two talk about how you defile each other using Shakespeare.”
To: Kyungsoo
11:53 A.M.
we also made out against the harry potter books once. ;-) ;-) ;-)
To: Chanyeol
11:59 A.M.
Die.
Chanyeol isn’t sure what wakes him up, but when he opens his eyes he’s alone. It takes him a few moments to remember that Jongdae had been fast asleep next to him earlier. He feels around for his phone and frowns when he sees that it’s after 1 in the morning.
He climbs out of bed to go figure out where he’s gone but as soon as he steps out of his room, he sees the light is on in the living room. When he wanders in, Jongdae’s talking on the phone, looking upset and distressed.
He mouths Chanyeol a ‘sorry’ when he sees that he’s awake, but Chanyeol just shrugs and drops down on the couch next to him. He tries not to eavesdrop since Jongdae still won’t tell him anything, even though they’ve been dating for close to five months now.
Chanyeol startles when he feels Jongdae’s hand on top of his. When he looks over, Jongdae has his eyes squeezed shut and he’s just whispering out, “Yes,” and “Okay,” in intervals. Chanyeol shifts over and intertwines his fingers with Jongdae’s before he moves in to press a kiss to Jongdae’s shoulder.
He doesn’t say anything when Jongdae hangs up, just gives his hand a light squeeze.
“I have to go home,” Jongdae finally says.
Chanyeol furrows his brow. “It’s 1 A.M.”
Jongdae shakes his head. “Not now. And not my place. My parents’ house.”
“Oh.” Chanyeol hesitates because Jongdae is so unwilling to offer up any information about his family.
He’s studying Jongdae, trying to figure out the appropriate thing to say, when he absent-mindedly notes that Jongdae is wearing his dalmatian shirt. It’s too big on him and it’s hanging off his left shoulder, but most of Chanyeol’s clothes do on Jongdae. Chanyeol likes that when Jongdae spends the night, he just picks up whatever is lying around to wear when he wakes up.
That’s when it hits him. If they’ve reached this point where Jongdae can wear his clothes without either of them thinking twice about it, then Chanyeol gets to ask about what’s upsetting him.
Before Chanyeol gets a chance to, Jongdae throws his question out first. “Do you want to come with me?”
Chanyeol freezes. He feels Jongdae go still beside him. “You want me to go home with you?”
“If you want to,” Jongdae says, sounding reluctant.
“Okay,” Chanyeol says slowly.
Jongdae still looks unsettled. “Okay,” he echoes, relaxing against Chanyeol. “Okay. Good. Thanks.”
“Is everything okay?”
“My mom’s selling the house,” Jongdae says. “She wants me to come take the stuff that I want to keep because she’s getting rid of everything else.”
He doesn’t offer up anything else, but he’s asking Chanyeol to be there so that’s enough, because that’s really all Chanyeol wants to do for him-to be there.
Jongdae tells Chanyeol that his parents are splitting up so he’s not surprised that only Jongdae’s mother is there when they arrive at his house. Chanyeol figures Jongdae gets his general pleasantness from his mother, who is nice and welcoming even though she’s going through a tough time.
Over dinner, she keeps piling food on their plates because she insists they both look skinny and overworked. Chanyeol knows Jongdae is too stressed to eat well, so he feels guilty for enjoying it so much, but it’s been so long since he’s had a meal that reminds him of home.
Chanyeol ends up poking around Jongdae’s room while Jongdae talks to his mother and he’s kind of awed to be standing there. It’s nothing special. In fact, it’s a lot like his bedroom in his house. It’s just that this is where Jongdae grew up. Jongdae, who he grades papers with, who he laughs with when they talk about their students, who he gets to come home to sometimes or who comes home to him other times-this is where he lived and stayed and became the Jongdae he likes so much.
“I think this is actually the first time I’ve had a boy in my room.”
Jongdae is giving him a weary smile when Chanyeol turns around, but it’s genuine. “Really? I would have thought you had all the boys here.”
“No,” Jongdae laughs. “I was super serious when I was in high school. I was all about the grades. I was pretty boring.”
Chanyeol can’t imagine Jongdae ever being boring, but it’s not hard to imagine him being a serious student either. “So when did you start hypothetically bringing all the boys to the yard?” he asks, plopping himself down on Jongdae’s bed.
“College,” Jongdae says, joining Chanyeol on the bed.
Chanyeol reaches out to put his arms around Jongdae’s waist and drags him in so he’s pressed up against Chanyeol’s chest. “So all the boys in college?” he asks, resting his chin on Jongdae’s shoulder.
Jongdae snickers. “Most of them,” he says, letting out a sigh as he lets himself relax against Chanyeol.
“You okay?” Chanyeol asks quietly.
“Yeah,” Jongdae says, smiling when Chanyeol tightens his hold on him. “Just a little sad.”
“Because your mom’s selling the house you grew up in?” Chanyeol says it lightly because he knows he has the tendency to sound ruder than he means to sometimes. “It’s not so bad. The people you grew up with are still around.”
“But that’s just it,” Jongdae says, frowning. “They’re not. My parents have been living apart for a while but now it’s official. And it’s just…sad. I mean, I knew they weren’t ever getting back together but now my mom is selling the house like she can’t bear to be around anything that reminds her of my dad.”
“You can’t blame her.”
“I don’t. I understand. Especially since my brother and I are all grown up. We have our own places, my brother and his wife are expecting a baby. Of course she doesn’t want to be around this empty house. It’s just sad that I won’t be able to come home here anymore. This was a good home. My parents were great-are great. They made sure we had a good childhood, and they let us study whatever we wanted. It was so important to them that we were both happy. My dad though-he’s the one who really supported me when I said I wanted to teach. You know I was studying law too?”
Chanyeol smiles because Jongdae’s so tiny but he has no problem picturing him intimidating someone in a court. “Really?”
“Yeah, more of a back up plan in case the teaching thing didn’t work out. It got too hard my third year, trying to pull off two majors. My dad was the one who told me to just pick one and go all in, not to worry about a back up plan.”
Chanyeol attempts to pull him in closer. They’re already pressed in close to each other but Chanyeol just wants to be closer because it’s the only thing he can think of to do. “Your dad sounds nice.”
“He is,” Jongdae says softly. “Jongdeok was mad at him when he left our mother, but I couldn’t be too angry. They fought a lot, and my mom would call me crying because of their fighting. It’s better this way for both of them. I couldn’t be mad at my dad.”
“When did your dad move out?”
“My first year of college. They’d been fighting since Jongdeok left for college, so I wasn’t really surprised when my dad called to say he was leaving. He wanted me to go home for a while to make sure my mother would be okay.”
“So when do I get to meet him?”
Jongdae tilts his head up slightly. “You want to meet my dad?” he asks, lips quirking up into a tiny smile.
“Sure,” Chanyeol says, returning the smile.
Jongdae tilts his even more to land a kiss on Chanyeol’s jaw. “He’ll like you,” he says, resting his head back against Chanyeol’s shoulder. “He likes strange people.” He laughs when Chanyeol pinches the inside of his elbow. “He’ll also like you because you make me happy.”
Chanyeol hums in contentment at that. He likes hearing that-how he makes Jongdae happy.
“Proud of yourself, are you?” Jongdae smirks when Chanyeol voices this out loud.
“Yes,” Chanyeol says smugly. “I make you happy. I’m the first boy you’ve had up in your room. I’m feeling pretty good about myself.”
Jongdae disentangles himself to lay down on the bed, smiling when Chanyeol follows him down. “Pretty tame night considering you're the first guy to get in here.”
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow. “Do you have ideas on how you'd like to mark this most auspicious occasion?”
Jongdae's eyes brighten. “Auspicious.”
Chanyeol grins. “You like that, right? You like when I use big words when we're in bed?”
Jongdae laughs as he pulls his arms around Chanyeol's neck to bring him in. “I like that you use big words in general,” he says, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I have a very smart boyfriend.”
“You do,” Chanyeol agrees cheerfully.
Jongdae gestures at his pants as he shifts underneath Chanyeol to spread his legs. “Want to help me get my pants off so I can finally say I got laid in this room?”
“Yes! Caesar!” Soojung happily waves the tiny piece of paper she had picked from the jar.
“You can't be Caesar,” Jongin complains. “You're a-”
“I'm a what?” Soojung glowers at him. “Go on, Jongin. Why can’t I play Julius Caesar?”
Jongin mimes zipping up his mouth, but Sehun pipes up next to him. “Can she do that?”
Chanyeol shrugs from where's perched on his desk, holding the jar. “She picked it out of the jar so she plays Caesar.”
Sehun ignores him. “Sir?” He looks pleadingly at Jongdae, who's sitting on the chair behind the desk, watching everything unfold with great amusement.
“I can't go against Mr. Park’s decision,” he says grinning. “Soojung picked Caesar so that's who she'll play. I know you wanted to play him but maybe you'll get to play Brutus.”
Sehun perks up at that. “Can I pick now?” He's already out of his seat.
Chanyeol shakes the jar at him, laughing at the way Soojung bodychecks Sehun on the way back to her desk.
Sehun sticks his hand into the jar, but he frowns when he sees what's written on the paper. He makes an attempt to return it to the jar but Chanyeol holds the jar close to him and away from Sehun.
“What are you doing?”
“I can't play this part,” Sehun whines, holding it out at Jongdae.
Chanyeol is amused that the kids seem to think Jongdae will let them get away with things because he's pretty sure Jongdae is actually the stricter one between the two of them. He just hides it better.
Jongdae leans forward in his chair to glance at Sehun's role. “I don't see the problem,” he says innocently.
Sehun stares at him before he turns to Chanyeol. “Sir,” he tries one last time.
Chanyeol laughs when he sees what Sehun has picked out. “Soojung,” he says, grinning wide but offering Sehun a consolatory pat on the back. “Meet your lovely wife, Calpurnia.”
Kyungsoo is amused when Jongdae tells him about it later, he even lets out a sound that sounds vaguely like a laugh.
“I might not dislike you,” he tells Jongdae. “I like that you torture the children.”
Jongdae snickers. “I wouldn't call it torture, but yes, it's fun to annoy them,” he says, grinning. “Seems fair considering they spend most of their time trying to annoy us.”
Kyungsoo flashes his teeth at him and Chanyeol knows that's meant to be a smile, even though it looks more threatening than friendly. “I like this vindictive side,” he says, before he turns to Chanyeol, who's watching this interaction from his regular table. “He's not too bad. Let's keep him.”
Jongdae smugly walks over after Kyungsoo leaves with his trusty cart to move around the library. “You hear that?” he says, sitting down next to Chanyeol. “Eight months and I've finally been bumped up on the Kyungsoo scale of approval. I've moved from disdain to indifference.” He frowns when Chanyeol doesn't say anything, just smiles at him. “What?”
Chanyeol shrugs because he can't explain this contentment that he's feeling right now.
“You're strange.” Jongdae's smiling when he reaches out to poke Chanyeol in the cheek.
That gesture just makes Chanyeol feel even more pleased now, so he grabs Jongdae's face-his pretty face with the high cheekbones and those long lashes and those lips that curl up in a way that he's never seen anyone else's do-and kisses him. He swallows the yelp that Jongdae lets out and pulls him in closer, relishing the way Jongdae instinctively rests his hand on Chanyeol's collarbone.
Jongdae's hand is still on his collarbone when he pulls away. “What was that about?” He touches his lips like he's puzzled but he's smiling.
“I just really-” Chanyeol chickens out halfway through and lamely ends with, “heart you.” He's a little amazed when Jongdae gives him one of the brightest smiles he's gotten so far.
“You're so lame,” Jongdae says laughing. “What are we, in high school?”
“Yes,” Chanyeol says smirking.
Jongdae moves his hand to the back of Chanyeol's neck and tugs lightly at the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck. “Okay then. I heart you too.”
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