[oneshot] are you gonna be my girl
Title: are you gonna be my girl
Pairing: chanyeol/kai
Rating: nc17
Genre: crack, pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: advent calendar day 8, for anonymous. chanyeol wakes up with a vag, that's it, that's the fic. 2,379 words.
Chanyeol makes it through breakfast and a shower without realizing anything's different. In his defense, they'd been filming for Showtime until late last night and he'd been awake even later looking up reviews on his laptop with Baekhyun, laughing over the upvotes on oppas are so handsome and please cross-dress for us! not just junmyeon-oppa!!! you promised! He cycles through his usual morning routine without much thought, and it isn't until he drops the towel in the dorm that he finally figures out something's off.
"You know," Baekhyun says conversationally, perched on Kyungsoo's bed, "I've spent all year telling you to go fuck yourself, but I didn't think it was physically possible."
Chanyeol looks up from where he's dripping into the sock drawer and frowns. "What?"
Baekhyun's eyes drift toward his crotch. "Where's your dick, man?"
Chanyeol looks down at himself. It takes another minute to register. He reaches down and tentatively gropes himself, slides his index finger down the buzzed pubic hair and hits something smooth and definitely not a penis between his legs. "Huh."
Jongin rolls over beneath his covers and gazes blearily at Chanyeol's face. "Yura-noona? What are you doing here?"
Chanyeol's been called Yura a couple of times before. Usually facetiously, when he was in drag for the odd school function and Yura wasn't around to smack people around for saying it out loud. One time, though, in high school, he'd grown his hair out as a joke and actually confused his aunt and uncle when they'd come over to visit during Chuseok. Yura forced him to cut it all off the night they left.
It figures that as a girl, nothing much has changed aside from the vagina thing and a seriously disappointing rack. Still tall as ever. Still husky-voiced and still ungainly, if the roll of toilet paper in the bathroom, soggy from when he'd knocked it into the toilet, is anything to go by. Chanyeol, clothed now, folds himself into the couch in the living room and stares at his chest through the muscle shirt. "I'm a girl and I still don't have boobs."
Joonmyun coughs politely into his hand and averts his eyes.
"What?" Chanyeol asks.
"Trust me," Jongin says. "You have boobs." He's definitely awake now, having woken up to a naked girl in his dorm room, and keeps staring at Chanyeol's torso. Belatedly, it occurs to him that the sleeveless nature of the shirt he's wearing means they can see everything from the side. "They're nice?"
"Thanks," Chanyeol says, gratified. He turns back to Joonmyun. "Anyway, what do we do?"
"Well," Joonmyun says. "I've spoken to Seunghwan-hyung. We were supposed to record more for Showtime, but-"
"We can still do that," Chanyeol says.
Baekhyun gives him a wry once-over. "You sure?"
Chanyeol shrugs. "I can just pretend I took it upon myself to cross-dress instead of making the leader do it. We hit 3.2% in the ratings two weeks ago."
"Hm," says Joonmyun.
"Hm," Sehun parrots, slouching out of the depths of his dorm room. He scrubs a hand over his eyes and blinks at Chanyeol. "Yura-?"
"Save it," Kyungsoo says, sighing.
Joonmyun pinches the bridge of his nose as Kyungsoo catches Sehun up and sits him down next to Chanyeol, who generously allows Sehun a long eyeful before flicking him in the temple.
"Do we have any idea how this happened?" Baekhyun asks. "What if it's contagious?"
"I don't think x-chromosomes are contagious," Kyungsoo says flatly.
"And yet," Baekhyun says. "Here Chanyeol sits."
"Either way, it's already happened," Chanyeol reasons. "We should make the most of it."
"Stay here for now," Joonmyun says at last. "We'll get things sorted out." He pins Chanyeol with his best Serious look, chin trembling a little. "Don't you dare step foot out of the dorm until I get back."
"Oh, lovely," Chanyeol says. "Am I under house arrest now?"
"Nothing you haven't dealt with before in the past," Baekhyun puts in helpfully.
"Fuck," Chanyeol says. He tugs at his hair-longer now, down to his shoulders, how had he not noticed-and folds his legs beneath him. This only serves to expose most of his thighs. Baekhyun crosses his legs. Jongin makes a choking noise. Chanyeol tosses his head back and laughs, voice breaking.
Website hopping and leafing through Jongin's million volumes of One Piece are only interesting for so long. Chanyeol takes a nap at noon, after which Yura comes by and drops off some clothing. "They'll probably be too short for you," she says, depositing the bag in his arms. She reaches up to pinch Chanyeol's cheek. "Cute. I always wanted a little sister."
"Too bad you got stuck with me," Chanyeol says. "Thanks for the clothes."
There's make-up at the bottom of the bag, too, much more than Chanyeol could ever use, even if he stayed a girl for the next half year. Jongin's sleeping like a rock next to him, still, and Kyungsoo's watching TV in the living room. Chanyeol slides onto the edge of Jongin's bed and uncaps the maroon eyeliner.
Jongin sniffles a little while Chanyeol idly colors shapes in on his face. Kid could probably nap his way through an earthquake. Chanyeol snaps a selca with his sleeping face when he's finished.
Joonmyun returns just as Chanyeol's slipping into panties and one of Yura's skirts. He announces that they managed to push filming back a day. "Hopefully you'll be back to normal after a good night's sleep," he finishes, gazing studiously at Chanyeol's face.
"Thanks, oppa?" he tries.
Joonmyun beams. "About rooming," he says, glancing through the doorway to where Jongin's still snoring away. "I was thinking you could stay in the room and some of us could double up-"
Chanyeol wrinkles his nose. "That won't be necessary. I'm just fine with the old sleeping arrangements."
"Fine with me," Kyungsoo says. Jongin lets out another loud snore. "He'll be fine with it too."
"I still don't-" Joonmyun starts dubiously.
Chanyeol cuts him off with a groan. "I'll take the couch, if it's really an issue."
The couch is lumpy and kind of gross after fourteen butts have been cycling on and off it for two months, but at least Joonmyun looks a little less afraid for Chanyeol's chastity. Misplaced concern, really. Even as a girl he's bigger than they are, and all the guys with real muscle mass are in M, who're in China doing a magazine shoot over the weekend.
Now that he's offered, though, it's difficult to actually fall asleep. He dozes off for fifteen-minute increments and comes back up gasping for air, sweaty thighs rubbing against each other. Being aroused as a dude and aroused as a chick are so different that it takes him until three in the morning to consider it. He slides an experimental finger against the crotch of his panties. His legs give a funny jolt as he pushes further into the warm spot.
The door to one of the dorm rooms squeaks open and he pulls his hand up again. It smells musky and damp. He yelps when Jongin sits on his feet, retracts his legs and sits up.
"Couldn't sleep," Jongin mumbles. His gray hood's pulled over his head. He crosses his legs and peers around the quiet living room, like he's looking for something to stare at other than him.
"It's because you napped like, all afternoon," Chanyeol says, yawning.
He stretches his neck back and groans as it cracks. When he looks over again, Jongin's sneaking glances at his chest. Chanyeol rocks forward. There's still a bit of maroon eyeliner smudged in next to Jongin's eyebrow.
"Hey, have you ever even fucked a girl before?" Chanyeol inquires. He taps a finger to his mouth. "I'm genuinely curious."
It's dark in the living room but he can still see Jongin blush. "Of course," he says, coughing a little.
"Okay," Chanyeol says. "I need your help."
"With what?"
"Sometimes," Chanyeol says, pressing a solemn hand to his heart, "a person has desires, and to fulfill those desires, he needs to-"
"Ugh," he interrupts, and slaps at Chanyeol's knee. "Shut up, hyung. I know about all that stuff."
Chanyeol grins. "Oh, good. That means I don't have to teach you anything."
Jongin's breath comes out all in a rush as Chanyeol climbs in his lap. His hands fall to Chanyeol's waist as he bends to kiss Jongin, skating beneath Chanyeol's big sleep shirt, one of them rising to cup one of his breasts and squeeze gently.
Chanyeol gasps. Jongin gives his boob another squeeze and Chanyeol arches his chest, hips pushing down into the erection he can feel stirring in Jongin's sweats. A little weird, to be on the other side of this. Jongin pulls his head back and groans quietly. Chanyeol smiles. "No condoms," he says, "so." He rolls his hips and tugs Jongin's hood back so he can mouth at the sharp line of his jaw, the soft skin in front of his ear where his sideburns are growing out again. "Unless you have a secret stash none of us know about?"
Jongin mumbles his dissent. Chanyeol's sleep shirt's slid off a shoulder in all the rutting. Jongin kisses the round arch of it, nibbles a little, chases the sting with his tongue and pushes his crotch up harder. A rush of wetness drenches Chanyeol's panties, makes everything slick as he moves, cunt aching as he grinds down against the outline of his cock. His knees lock in around his waist. Jongin reaches up blindly to sink a hand in his hair, the other thumb grazing one of Chanyeol's nipples and twisting.
"Hey," Chanyeol says, trying for cheeky even though his voice comes out even huskier than usual. "You're better at this than I thought you'd be."
Jongin makes a laughing noise against Chanyeol's shoulder and grabs his hips, forces him down against the hard tent in his pants so that his dick is thrusting right against his clit. Every muscle in Chanyeol's body seems to tense as he comes, his head snapping back, toes curling, pleasure rippling up from his pussy and out into his limbs. He drops his head onto Jongin's shoulder a minute later and rubs the wet spot on Jongin's pants until he's bucking into Chanyeol's hand, breath fluttering shallowly along Chanyeol's collarbone.
He feels kind of bad about making Jongin come in his pants, but he figures it'll make the guy more likely to do laundry this time. He pushes Jongin's sweaty fringe out of his wide eyes and grins at the mildly awestruck look on his face. "Don't fall in love with me," he murmurs, "even if I did just give you the best orgasm of your life."
"Please," Jongin scoffs, but his eyes are curving into thin slits. He nearly trips over a couch cushion looking back at Chanyeol when he staggers back into the room.
He's still a girl when he wakes up the next morning. M comes back and boggles at his lack of dude parts for a bit before half of them are distracted by Baekhyun walking out of the bathroom without pants on.
"Just let me cross-dress on the show," Chanyeol says, combing his hair out and shimmying into one of Yura's halter-top dresses. It's teal and hugs his hips and makes his chicken legs even more apparent, but-"It's for the sake of the fans, you know?"
"That's a really convincing wig, Chanyeol-sshi," the make-up girls on the show say. Chanyeol just bobs his head at them, lets someone gel his hair and rouge his face. One of the sound-check noonas comes by to adjust Chanyeol's microphone and accidentally peeks down his collar. Her eyes go wide at the unexpected presence of an actual chest. Chanyeol raises an index finger to his mouth and winks.
They film a segment at BWCW where he pretends to model a series of dresses and heels. The outfits are a lot more interesting than the stuff the stylists usually have him wear, so he doesn't mind. Seunghwan nearly chews a hole through his bottom lip behind the camera, but he really didn't have to worry-the last time Chanyeol strips, out of lace fishnets and a really skimpy leotard thing in the bathroom, he's a dude again. He clutches at his dick just to make sure it isn't a mirage or something and, satisfied, pulls a baggy Wolf shirt over his head.
"Wait," Joonmyun says after Chanyeol walks out. He jumps up and taps the flat expanse of Chanyeol's chest. "You mean you're-"
"A dude again. Yes." Chanyeol shrugs.
"Why, though?" he asks, forehead wrinkling.
"Did you like me better as a girl?" Chanyeol asks, mock accusatory, and Jongin devolves into a coughing fit on the other side of the room.
Joonmyun's still patting Chanyeol's shoulders down. "I mean-how?"
"Maybe the momentary switch happened because we hadn't followed through on our Showtime promise," he suggests, waggling his eyebrows.
Baekhyun nods his head sagely. "Hell hath no fury like a fangirl scorned."
There's a loud wail from the men's restroom a minute later. Everyone in the general vicinity crowds in just in time to see the far stall door fly open. Lu Han teeters out, eyes wide. His shirt's ballooning at the chest. "Huh," says Chanyeol. "Maybe not."
Jongin meets his gaze as noise erupts around them. He hooks an arm around Chanyeol's elbow and leads him past the others fluttering around Lu Han, back out into the main store.
Chanyeol raises his eyebrows when they've made it clear of the noise. "What's up?"
"I really like you," Jongin says without preamble, eyes narrowing with focus.
Chanyeol beams. "That's good. I like me, too."
Jongin makes a frustrated noise. "You-that's not what I meant."
Chanyeol dips his head in for a second and kisses the corner of his mouth.
Jongin jerks back, jaw dropping. His eyes dart around the store. "Hyung, there are people here-"
"I know what you meant," Chanyeol cuts in bracingly.
"Okay," Jongin says. He blinks, tongue coming out to trace his bottom lip. "Does this mean we-you-?"
"It means whatever you want it to mean," Chanyeol says.
"Okay," Jongin repeats. He smiles and grabs Chanyeol's wrist, holds it like it's something delicate. Chanyeol grins back.
fin
Pairing: chanyeol/kai
Rating: nc17
Genre: crack, pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: advent calendar day 8, for anonymous. chanyeol wakes up with a vag, that's it, that's the fic. 2,379 words.
Chanyeol makes it through breakfast and a shower without realizing anything's different. In his defense, they'd been filming for Showtime until late last night and he'd been awake even later looking up reviews on his laptop with Baekhyun, laughing over the upvotes on oppas are so handsome and please cross-dress for us! not just junmyeon-oppa!!! you promised! He cycles through his usual morning routine without much thought, and it isn't until he drops the towel in the dorm that he finally figures out something's off.
"You know," Baekhyun says conversationally, perched on Kyungsoo's bed, "I've spent all year telling you to go fuck yourself, but I didn't think it was physically possible."
Chanyeol looks up from where he's dripping into the sock drawer and frowns. "What?"
Baekhyun's eyes drift toward his crotch. "Where's your dick, man?"
Chanyeol looks down at himself. It takes another minute to register. He reaches down and tentatively gropes himself, slides his index finger down the buzzed pubic hair and hits something smooth and definitely not a penis between his legs. "Huh."
Jongin rolls over beneath his covers and gazes blearily at Chanyeol's face. "Yura-noona? What are you doing here?"
Chanyeol's been called Yura a couple of times before. Usually facetiously, when he was in drag for the odd school function and Yura wasn't around to smack people around for saying it out loud. One time, though, in high school, he'd grown his hair out as a joke and actually confused his aunt and uncle when they'd come over to visit during Chuseok. Yura forced him to cut it all off the night they left.
It figures that as a girl, nothing much has changed aside from the vagina thing and a seriously disappointing rack. Still tall as ever. Still husky-voiced and still ungainly, if the roll of toilet paper in the bathroom, soggy from when he'd knocked it into the toilet, is anything to go by. Chanyeol, clothed now, folds himself into the couch in the living room and stares at his chest through the muscle shirt. "I'm a girl and I still don't have boobs."
Joonmyun coughs politely into his hand and averts his eyes.
"What?" Chanyeol asks.
"Trust me," Jongin says. "You have boobs." He's definitely awake now, having woken up to a naked girl in his dorm room, and keeps staring at Chanyeol's torso. Belatedly, it occurs to him that the sleeveless nature of the shirt he's wearing means they can see everything from the side. "They're nice?"
"Thanks," Chanyeol says, gratified. He turns back to Joonmyun. "Anyway, what do we do?"
"Well," Joonmyun says. "I've spoken to Seunghwan-hyung. We were supposed to record more for Showtime, but-"
"We can still do that," Chanyeol says.
Baekhyun gives him a wry once-over. "You sure?"
Chanyeol shrugs. "I can just pretend I took it upon myself to cross-dress instead of making the leader do it. We hit 3.2% in the ratings two weeks ago."
"Hm," says Joonmyun.
"Hm," Sehun parrots, slouching out of the depths of his dorm room. He scrubs a hand over his eyes and blinks at Chanyeol. "Yura-?"
"Save it," Kyungsoo says, sighing.
Joonmyun pinches the bridge of his nose as Kyungsoo catches Sehun up and sits him down next to Chanyeol, who generously allows Sehun a long eyeful before flicking him in the temple.
"Do we have any idea how this happened?" Baekhyun asks. "What if it's contagious?"
"I don't think x-chromosomes are contagious," Kyungsoo says flatly.
"And yet," Baekhyun says. "Here Chanyeol sits."
"Either way, it's already happened," Chanyeol reasons. "We should make the most of it."
"Stay here for now," Joonmyun says at last. "We'll get things sorted out." He pins Chanyeol with his best Serious look, chin trembling a little. "Don't you dare step foot out of the dorm until I get back."
"Oh, lovely," Chanyeol says. "Am I under house arrest now?"
"Nothing you haven't dealt with before in the past," Baekhyun puts in helpfully.
"Fuck," Chanyeol says. He tugs at his hair-longer now, down to his shoulders, how had he not noticed-and folds his legs beneath him. This only serves to expose most of his thighs. Baekhyun crosses his legs. Jongin makes a choking noise. Chanyeol tosses his head back and laughs, voice breaking.
Website hopping and leafing through Jongin's million volumes of One Piece are only interesting for so long. Chanyeol takes a nap at noon, after which Yura comes by and drops off some clothing. "They'll probably be too short for you," she says, depositing the bag in his arms. She reaches up to pinch Chanyeol's cheek. "Cute. I always wanted a little sister."
"Too bad you got stuck with me," Chanyeol says. "Thanks for the clothes."
There's make-up at the bottom of the bag, too, much more than Chanyeol could ever use, even if he stayed a girl for the next half year. Jongin's sleeping like a rock next to him, still, and Kyungsoo's watching TV in the living room. Chanyeol slides onto the edge of Jongin's bed and uncaps the maroon eyeliner.
Jongin sniffles a little while Chanyeol idly colors shapes in on his face. Kid could probably nap his way through an earthquake. Chanyeol snaps a selca with his sleeping face when he's finished.
Joonmyun returns just as Chanyeol's slipping into panties and one of Yura's skirts. He announces that they managed to push filming back a day. "Hopefully you'll be back to normal after a good night's sleep," he finishes, gazing studiously at Chanyeol's face.
"Thanks, oppa?" he tries.
Joonmyun beams. "About rooming," he says, glancing through the doorway to where Jongin's still snoring away. "I was thinking you could stay in the room and some of us could double up-"
Chanyeol wrinkles his nose. "That won't be necessary. I'm just fine with the old sleeping arrangements."
"Fine with me," Kyungsoo says. Jongin lets out another loud snore. "He'll be fine with it too."
"I still don't-" Joonmyun starts dubiously.
Chanyeol cuts him off with a groan. "I'll take the couch, if it's really an issue."
The couch is lumpy and kind of gross after fourteen butts have been cycling on and off it for two months, but at least Joonmyun looks a little less afraid for Chanyeol's chastity. Misplaced concern, really. Even as a girl he's bigger than they are, and all the guys with real muscle mass are in M, who're in China doing a magazine shoot over the weekend.
Now that he's offered, though, it's difficult to actually fall asleep. He dozes off for fifteen-minute increments and comes back up gasping for air, sweaty thighs rubbing against each other. Being aroused as a dude and aroused as a chick are so different that it takes him until three in the morning to consider it. He slides an experimental finger against the crotch of his panties. His legs give a funny jolt as he pushes further into the warm spot.
The door to one of the dorm rooms squeaks open and he pulls his hand up again. It smells musky and damp. He yelps when Jongin sits on his feet, retracts his legs and sits up.
"Couldn't sleep," Jongin mumbles. His gray hood's pulled over his head. He crosses his legs and peers around the quiet living room, like he's looking for something to stare at other than him.
"It's because you napped like, all afternoon," Chanyeol says, yawning.
He stretches his neck back and groans as it cracks. When he looks over again, Jongin's sneaking glances at his chest. Chanyeol rocks forward. There's still a bit of maroon eyeliner smudged in next to Jongin's eyebrow.
"Hey, have you ever even fucked a girl before?" Chanyeol inquires. He taps a finger to his mouth. "I'm genuinely curious."
It's dark in the living room but he can still see Jongin blush. "Of course," he says, coughing a little.
"Okay," Chanyeol says. "I need your help."
"With what?"
"Sometimes," Chanyeol says, pressing a solemn hand to his heart, "a person has desires, and to fulfill those desires, he needs to-"
"Ugh," he interrupts, and slaps at Chanyeol's knee. "Shut up, hyung. I know about all that stuff."
Chanyeol grins. "Oh, good. That means I don't have to teach you anything."
Jongin's breath comes out all in a rush as Chanyeol climbs in his lap. His hands fall to Chanyeol's waist as he bends to kiss Jongin, skating beneath Chanyeol's big sleep shirt, one of them rising to cup one of his breasts and squeeze gently.
Chanyeol gasps. Jongin gives his boob another squeeze and Chanyeol arches his chest, hips pushing down into the erection he can feel stirring in Jongin's sweats. A little weird, to be on the other side of this. Jongin pulls his head back and groans quietly. Chanyeol smiles. "No condoms," he says, "so." He rolls his hips and tugs Jongin's hood back so he can mouth at the sharp line of his jaw, the soft skin in front of his ear where his sideburns are growing out again. "Unless you have a secret stash none of us know about?"
Jongin mumbles his dissent. Chanyeol's sleep shirt's slid off a shoulder in all the rutting. Jongin kisses the round arch of it, nibbles a little, chases the sting with his tongue and pushes his crotch up harder. A rush of wetness drenches Chanyeol's panties, makes everything slick as he moves, cunt aching as he grinds down against the outline of his cock. His knees lock in around his waist. Jongin reaches up blindly to sink a hand in his hair, the other thumb grazing one of Chanyeol's nipples and twisting.
"Hey," Chanyeol says, trying for cheeky even though his voice comes out even huskier than usual. "You're better at this than I thought you'd be."
Jongin makes a laughing noise against Chanyeol's shoulder and grabs his hips, forces him down against the hard tent in his pants so that his dick is thrusting right against his clit. Every muscle in Chanyeol's body seems to tense as he comes, his head snapping back, toes curling, pleasure rippling up from his pussy and out into his limbs. He drops his head onto Jongin's shoulder a minute later and rubs the wet spot on Jongin's pants until he's bucking into Chanyeol's hand, breath fluttering shallowly along Chanyeol's collarbone.
He feels kind of bad about making Jongin come in his pants, but he figures it'll make the guy more likely to do laundry this time. He pushes Jongin's sweaty fringe out of his wide eyes and grins at the mildly awestruck look on his face. "Don't fall in love with me," he murmurs, "even if I did just give you the best orgasm of your life."
"Please," Jongin scoffs, but his eyes are curving into thin slits. He nearly trips over a couch cushion looking back at Chanyeol when he staggers back into the room.
He's still a girl when he wakes up the next morning. M comes back and boggles at his lack of dude parts for a bit before half of them are distracted by Baekhyun walking out of the bathroom without pants on.
"Just let me cross-dress on the show," Chanyeol says, combing his hair out and shimmying into one of Yura's halter-top dresses. It's teal and hugs his hips and makes his chicken legs even more apparent, but-"It's for the sake of the fans, you know?"
"That's a really convincing wig, Chanyeol-sshi," the make-up girls on the show say. Chanyeol just bobs his head at them, lets someone gel his hair and rouge his face. One of the sound-check noonas comes by to adjust Chanyeol's microphone and accidentally peeks down his collar. Her eyes go wide at the unexpected presence of an actual chest. Chanyeol raises an index finger to his mouth and winks.
They film a segment at BWCW where he pretends to model a series of dresses and heels. The outfits are a lot more interesting than the stuff the stylists usually have him wear, so he doesn't mind. Seunghwan nearly chews a hole through his bottom lip behind the camera, but he really didn't have to worry-the last time Chanyeol strips, out of lace fishnets and a really skimpy leotard thing in the bathroom, he's a dude again. He clutches at his dick just to make sure it isn't a mirage or something and, satisfied, pulls a baggy Wolf shirt over his head.
"Wait," Joonmyun says after Chanyeol walks out. He jumps up and taps the flat expanse of Chanyeol's chest. "You mean you're-"
"A dude again. Yes." Chanyeol shrugs.
"Why, though?" he asks, forehead wrinkling.
"Did you like me better as a girl?" Chanyeol asks, mock accusatory, and Jongin devolves into a coughing fit on the other side of the room.
Joonmyun's still patting Chanyeol's shoulders down. "I mean-how?"
"Maybe the momentary switch happened because we hadn't followed through on our Showtime promise," he suggests, waggling his eyebrows.
Baekhyun nods his head sagely. "Hell hath no fury like a fangirl scorned."
There's a loud wail from the men's restroom a minute later. Everyone in the general vicinity crowds in just in time to see the far stall door fly open. Lu Han teeters out, eyes wide. His shirt's ballooning at the chest. "Huh," says Chanyeol. "Maybe not."
Jongin meets his gaze as noise erupts around them. He hooks an arm around Chanyeol's elbow and leads him past the others fluttering around Lu Han, back out into the main store.
Chanyeol raises his eyebrows when they've made it clear of the noise. "What's up?"
"I really like you," Jongin says without preamble, eyes narrowing with focus.
Chanyeol beams. "That's good. I like me, too."
Jongin makes a frustrated noise. "You-that's not what I meant."
Chanyeol dips his head in for a second and kisses the corner of his mouth.
Jongin jerks back, jaw dropping. His eyes dart around the store. "Hyung, there are people here-"
"I know what you meant," Chanyeol cuts in bracingly.
"Okay," Jongin says. He blinks, tongue coming out to trace his bottom lip. "Does this mean we-you-?"
"It means whatever you want it to mean," Chanyeol says.
"Okay," Jongin repeats. He smiles and grabs Chanyeol's wrist, holds it like it's something delicate. Chanyeol grins back.
fin