k-pop; exo fics and drabbles
just a bunch of tumblr fics and drabbles i've written this past week or so :)
package deal / sukai / au / pg / 1142 words / prompt / ...finally gives into the sukai ship :(
“Do we seriously need to go to another store? This is the fourth one we've been to,” Jongin says, but obediently follows Junmyeon down the street to the pet shop.
“I just want to check one more.”
“But I thought you liked that tabby cat back at the last place?” Jongin says. “Not that I don't enjoy spending the day looking at cute animals, if you liked that one why didn't you get it?”
Junmyeon stops in the middle of the sidewalk, laughs when Jongin walks right into him. Turning around to look his boyfriend in the face he says, “This is supposed to be our pet, not just mine. I want you to like it too.”
“I did like that cat.”
Junmyeon raises a brow. “You looked like it was going to attack you.”
Guilt fills Jongin’s eyes and he scratches the side of his face. “Okay fine, I liked it because you liked it.”
“How sweet,” Junmyeon says in a soft voice that makes Jongin flush. “Look, I just want us to find something that we both love. Having a pet is a huge responsibility and if we don't like the pet we’re getting then--”
“Okay, okay,” Jongin says, cutting him off. “You've said this at least five times at every shop we've been to. I get it.” He smiles at Junmyeon and adds, “Stop overthinking it so much. Getting a pet is also fun, you know? If you keep saying it’s a responsibility, you’re gonna make me not want one anymore.”
“Sorry,” Junmyeon says, and he grabs Jongin’s wrist to steer him down the sidewalk again. They’re just a block from the pet shop now. “I just feel like I’ll know when we find the right one. And if it’s not here, we’ll go back and get that cat from the last place, okay?”
Jongin nods and they make the rest of the way to the shop in silence. The moment they arrive, Jongin’s face lights up and he tugs away from Junmyeon’s side to go explore, stopping at the cage of a small kitten and cooing at it from behind the bars. Junmyeon grins widely and starts at the opposite side of the shop, looking into through the glass at the guinea pigs and rabbits. Even though they’re cute, he’d much rather have a cat or a dog. He doesn’t have a preference for which one and either does Jongin, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. So far it’s definitely made it more difficult to choose a pet when they can’t even decide what kind of pet they want.
But Junmyeon’s pretty sure he’ll know the second he sees it. He did like the cat from the last shop, a small black thing with big eyes that felt comfortable in his arms. Jongin, however, didn’t quite feel the same, and Junmyeon thinks that Jongin would much rather have a dog than a cat, even if he won’t say as much. So he bypasses the cats in their cages and stops in front of a beautiful chocolate brown cocker spaniel. It yips at him as he crouches down to get a better look, presses it’s nose up against the bars and Junmyeon smiles at it before glancing around to see if the owner of the shop can let him take it out.
Before he gets the chance though, Jongin is rushing up toward him, eyes bright as he says, “Look, look at this!”
Junmyeon drops his gaze to the fluffy toy poodle in his arms, its head buried against Jongin’s chest. It’s a soft brown color, and as Junmyeon reaches out to pet it’s head, the puppy lets out a small bark and paws at Junmyeon’s hand.
“Isn’t it adorable?” Jongin asks, looking completely infatuated as he stares down at the dog, smile impossibly wide as he scratches it behind the ear. The dog tries to climb up against him and Jongin laughs as he struggles to keep a hold of it, and as Junmyeon watches them both, the delighted look on Jongin’s face and the clear excitement in the puppy, he feels his heart swell in his chest and he knows this is exactly what he was looking for.
“I like him,” Junmyeon says, and Jongin looks over at him quickly, eyes wide.
“Do you mean--”
“Yes,” Junmyeon chuckles. “I think we should get him.”
Jongin smiles so brightly that Junmyeon feels a little blinded. He looks at Junmyeon so happily, eyes full of life, the way he gets whenever he corners Junmyeon up against the fridge in the kitchen and presses their mouths together. Jongin knows better than to kiss him in public, no matter how much he seems to clearly want to, so instead Junmyeon reaches over to clasp his fingers around Jongin’s wrist for a brief moment, rubs his thumb against his pulse point, before drawing away. He gets to his feet and grins down at Jongin, says decisively, “Come on, lets go talk to someone about the puppy.”
-
Junmyeon groans as something wet trails across the side of his face. “Ew, Jongin, what’re you doing?” he grumbles, clenching his eyes tight and rolling over.
“Should I be offended that you thought I’d ever lick your face like that?” Jongin replies, sounding very much awake, which is surprising considering Junmyeon’s sure it’s still before noon.
Junmyeon doesn’t bother replying, trying to get himself back to sleep, but what is undoubtedly their new puppy has different ideas, climbing up over his back and pawing at the covers to get to Junmyeon’s face. Blearily, Junmyeon peeks his eyes open and looks at Jjangu, the name that Jongin had picked out after spending the evening agonizing over it. Junmyeon thinks it suits the cute puppy, and he can’t help but smile at it, reaching out to pet him on the head.
“If he’s gonna wake me up early every morning, we might have to reconsider this whole pet thing,” Junmyeon says, turning over to Jongin. He’s got a piece of toast hanging from his mouth and terrible bed hair, but he grins at Junmyeon around a mouthful of his breakfast.
“If Jjangu goes, I go,” he says, and Junmyeon hopes he’s kidding. “We’re a package deal now.”
Junmyeon laughs, catching the mischievous look in Jongin’s eyes, and pulls him down to kiss him, tasting the sweetness of strawberry jam more than anything else. Jongin grins against his mouth and pulls back, stuffs himself with more toast, and Jjangu clambers over Junmyeon again to whine up at Jongin for some, too.
“I just fed you!” Jongin says, holding his breakfast away from the puppy, and Junmyeon smiles as he relaxes against the bed and thinks that this is a package deal he could definitely live with.
hold me close / taohun / pg / 569 words / prompt generator: taohun backhugs
Sehun can hear everyone in the sitting room, laughing loudly at the movie they’re watching, and he would much rather be over there than stuck in the kitchen watching the dishes. It’s his turn to clean up after meals and Kyungsoo and Junmyeon both refused to let him even leave the kitchen until he does it immediately after they eat because they claim he’d forget if he left it until later and then they’d never get done. Sehun doesn’t want to admit that they’re probably right, so instead he grits his teeth and washes the dishes, mostly annoyed now that they started the movie before he finished, nevermind the fact that he’s already seen it three times.
He’s halfway through when Zitao walks into the kitchen with an empty glass, stopping at the fridge to refill it with juice. He returns the jug to the fridge and instead of just picking his glass up and leaving, he surprises Sehun by walking over and peering over his shoulder.
“Done?” he asks.
“Does it look like I am?” Sehun replies, coming out snappier than he means. Zitao doesn’t seem to mind though, just chuckling softly, his breath tickling against the back of Sehun’s neck. He jumps a bit when Zitao winds his arms around Sehun’s waist. His fingers clasp together low on Sehun’s stomach and he squeezes around him gently, and it’s just enough to let all of the annoyance, all of the frustration ease out of his body like a deep exhale.
He leans back against Zitao’s embrace, lets his head drop against his shoulder, and darts his eyes to Zitao’s. He’s looking at him with amusement, lips curving into a smirk, and Sehun twists around just a bit so he can kiss him. Zitao returns it slowly, taking his time even though Sehun would much rather just push him up against the counter and make out. His hands are all soapy though, and the rest of the group is just a few feet away, so he reluctantly lets Zitao pull away a few moments later.
“Help me?” he asks Zitao, blinks his eyes innocently, and Zitao laughs, pats Sehun’s cheek twice with his hand.
“All right,” he replies and Sehun cheers mentally.
Together, with Zitao washing the dishes after Sehun cleans them, they get through the rest much faster than if Sehun had done it alone. Even when they get distracted by exchanging occasional kisses or swiping soap along each other’s faces, it only takes them about twenty minutes to finish, and Sehun grabs himself a bag of chips from the cabinet in celebration.
Zitao takes his hand and leads him back to the others and Junmyeon chides Sehun for his snack, exclaiming, “You just had dinner!” but Sehun ignores him. Instead, he lets Zitao pull him to the floor in between his legs so that Sehun can lean back against the warmth of his chest, lets Zitao hug him from behind again, slipping his hands into the pockets of Sehun’s hoodie. He’s pretty sure Jongin is making gagging noises somewhere behind him but Sehun doesn’t care, settling against Zitao’s comforting body and simply relaxing.
Ten minutes later, when Zitao starts nosing against the back of his neck, slipping a hand out of Sehun’s hoodie to slide his fingers down his thigh, Sehun figures he’s relaxed enough for one day and pulls Zitao to his room instead.
on time / xiuyeol / pg / 850 words / for annie ♥ / inspired by this fanaccount
It’s 11:52 PM. Chanyeol's keeping an eye on the time on his phone, checking it every few seconds just to make sure he doesn’t miss it. He’s pretending to watch a movie on his computer, headphones in and everything, but he’s barely listening to the words in his ears, focused instead on the time and on Minseok cleaning up his side of the room before bed.
He’s not sure where Zitao is, but he figures he’s somewhere with Sehun and Jongin as those three have been even more inseparable ever since the dorm shift, and he vaguely remembers Baekhyun mentioning something about needing to talk to Kyungsoo but Chanyeol had been too focused on keeping time to really hear him. He’s glad they’re not in the room though because it makes his plans much easier.
The new room arrangements came rather suddenly but everyone had been pretty happy to be able to live together as one group instead of two. Chanyeol was excited when Zitao and Minseok joined him and Baekhyun, their room suddenly much more crowded and much more noisy. Zitao's been clinging to Baekhyun much like he did before they debuted, looking happy about getting to room with him, and Chanyeol could tell Baekhyun's thrilled to have someone else to boss around.
But Chanyeol was most glad about getting to room with Minseok, eager to spend more time with the hyung he had been close to predebut but hadn't really had the chance to keep it up afterward. Chanyeol remembered taking Mandarin classes with him and asking Minseok for help constantly, how Minseok would stay after with him until Chanyeol could pronounce something properly, even though he acted like it was all a big inconvenience.
Chanyeol is so busy thinking about these things that he doesn’t hear Minseok is talking to him until he’s standing in front of his bed, waving a hand before his face. He looks at him sheepishly and reaches up to pull his headphones from his ears. “Yeah?” he asks.
“Do you care if I turn out the lights?” Minseok asks and Chanyeol shakes his head. But then he checks the time on his phone and it’s just a minute to midnight and he quickly exclaims, “Wait!”
Minseok jumps, whirling around to give Chanyeol an impatient look. “Why?”
“I just need to do something. One second,” Chanyeol says, hurriedly setting his laptop aside and getting his headphones tangled into his hoodie in the process. Minseok chuckles, shaking his head at him, but thankfully doesn’t switch off the lights and Chanyeol climbs off the bed, goes to his closet to pretend he’s looking for something just long enough to make sure Minseok’s not watching him.
The time on his phone now reads midnight exactly. Perfect, Chanyeol thinks, grinning excitedly, and he walks over to where Minseok’s pulling the covers of his bed aside, about ready to get in and sleep.
“Hyung,” Chanyeol says to get his attention and Minseok turns around quickly and almost jumps back.
“You should know better than to creep up on people shorter than you,” Minseok says with a slight glare, but Chanyeol can tell he’s mostly teasing.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol says and a slow smile tugs at the corners of Minseok’s lips.
Minseok reaches up to pat at Chanyeol’s head, gently pushing him down until Chanyeol bends his knees and shrinks. “Get down...down...” he says as he does it and they’re both grinning now, amused, until Chanyeol can look Minseok straight in the eye. “That’s better.” Minseok laughs. “You should just stay like that.”
“Don’t be mean,” Chanyeol pouts. His knees are already starting to hurt from crouching like this.
“Did you need something?” Minseok asks him and Chanyeol suddenly remembers the whole point of staying up and waiting for this moment.
“Oh, right!” he exclaims and Minseok raises a brow at him curiously. “Happy birthday!”
Minseok blinks at him and then surprise fills his face. He lets out a soft laugh as Chanyeol’s words seem to really sink in and Chanyeol straightens back up as he watches, enjoying the pleased expression on his face.
“I wanted to be the first one to say it,” Chanyeol explains proudly, like there’s some kind of competition.
That seems to make Minseok laugh harder. “Is that why you’ve been sitting in here alternating between staring at your phone and staring at me for the past hour?” Minseok asks when he finally calms down, though his eyes are still bright with mirth.
Chanyeol gapes at him. “You weren’t supposed to notice that!”
“Chanyeol, you’re about as discreet as an elephant,” Minseok says, smirking, and Chanyeol dejectedly rubs the back of his neck. “But, thank you.” He offers Chanyeol a grateful smile that makes Chanyeol grin back.
“Of course!” he says, beaming.
That is, until Minseok narrows his eyes at him and pushes down on his head again. “I didn’t say you could stop that,” he says and this time Chanyeol can’t actually tell if he’s kidding or not, but he figures for the birthday boy he can try a little longer.
pay attention / kaiyeol / pg / 1663 words / for nav ♥ who gave the prompt: pls write them going on a bubble tea date together but jongin's annoyed w chanyeol bc he got jealous over all the time chanyeol spent w kyungsoo in their room earlier even though jongin was r i g h t there
“Why’re you in such a grumpy mood?” Chanyeol asks Jongin as they walk down the street. “I thought you said you wanted to go get some bubble tea.”
“I do,” Jongin replies instinctively, but he knows it doesn’t sound very convincing. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Chanyeol purses his lips and looks uncertainly at Jongin like he wants to press the matter, step closer so he can catch his hand in his. He doesn’t dare do those things though, not when they’re out in public and there’s probably a few fans following them with their cameras attached to their faces. Instead he just nudges Jongin’s hand with his, just quick enough to be accidental, and Jongin glances over, guilt climbing up his throat at the frown on Chanyeol’s face.
“It’s nothing,” he says again, softer this time, even though it’s a lie. He is in a grumpy mood but it’s stupid. He’s stupid. He doesn’t need Chanyeol to know what’s bothering him when it’s so dumb, anyway. He smiles at Chanyeol instead, hoping it doesn’t look fake, and adds, “I’m feeling better now, okay? It’s nice to get out of the dorm.”
That makes Chanyeol laugh, nodding along in agreement, and Jongin, just to make sure Chanyeol doesn’t press him about his attitude anymore looks down at the ground and mumbles, just loud enough for Chanyeol to hear, “It’s nice to just spend time with you, too.”
The words make him flush immediately because Jongin is forever incapable of saying things like this without feeling embarrassed, but when Chanyeol grins at him widely and bumps their shoulders together playfully, he figures it’s worth it.
The bubble tea shop is fairly busy when they walk in, and they stand behind a few people in line. Jongin fishes his phone from his pocket to busy himself with. Chanyeol peers over his shoulder and watches, standing much too close for Jongin’s liking, considerably aware of the presence of so many other people in the shop, even if most of them aren’t paying him and Chanyeol any attention.
“Are you just gonna ignore me the whole time?” Chanyeol says, once they’ve ordered and found a table for two to sit at by one of the large windows. “I thought this was supposed to be a date?” He pouts at Jongin exaggeratedly, the way he does when Jongin doesn’t share his snacks with him in the dorm or refuses to let Chanyeol climb into bed with him in the middle of the night. But in his eyes Jongin sees hurt and he worries his lower lip into his mouth, not sure how to explain himself.
It’s not even that big of a deal and he’s sure that if he told Chanyeol, he’d just laugh and call him cute and not even be bothered, but Jongin doesn’t want to admit how stupid he’s being about it. Chanyeol didn’t even do anything wrong. Unless spending all afternoon in his and Kyungsoo’s room and completely and totally ignoring Jongin while he was right there counted as “wrong.”
It doesn’t. Jongin knows that much. But he couldn’t stop himself from feeling annoyed earlier, watching from his bed as Chanyeol practically draped himself over Kyungsoo from where they were spread out on Chanyeol’s pile of blankets on the floor because he’d ended up sleeping there the night before like he does sometimes, watching stupid videos on YouTube on Chanyeol’s laptop.
He didn’t even drag Jongin down to join them, didn’t leave Kyungsoo alone to climb up into Jongin’s bed and wrap his arms around his shoulders, press his face into the crook of his neck. He didn’t reach up and obnoxiously tickle the underside of Jongin’s feet like he does just to be annoying, or yank him in for a kiss because he always finds Kyungsoo’s disgusted groan hilarious.
He’d practically ignored Jongin’s complete existence and that’s fine, it really is. Jongin is not some needy boyfriend and he doesn’t want Chanyeol to pay attention to him all the time (god knows he’d go absolutely fucking crazy), but it was just unnerving to have Chanyeol ignore him like that. And Jongin’s not good at taking the initiative when it comes to things like that. He can push Chanyeol up against the kitchen counter and kiss him when no one’s looking and he can drag him into the shower in the morning, but most of the time he’s not bold enough to just reach for him to cuddle or to enjoy the sound of his laughter in his ear, his fingertips hot against his skin. That’s all usually Chanyeol, and it’s thrown Jongin off-balance today.
“Hey,” Chanyeol says, cutting across his thoughts and startling Jongin so much that he almost drops his bubble tea. “Seriously, are you okay?”
Jongin opens his mouth to say no but nothing comes out. He closes it after a moment and looks down at his lap, and feels Chanyeol’s considering gaze on him until he hears the scrape of the chair against the floor. He looks up and Chanyeol is nodding his head toward the door so Jongin sighs and follows.
“Did I do something wrong?” Chanyeol asks in hushed tones as they walk back to the dorm. “Are you angry at me?”
“No,” Jongin says because that much is true. He’s annoyed at himself for feeling like this, but he’s not angry with Chanyeol.
“Then what the hell?”
Jongin rubs over his eyes with his free hand and mumbles, “I don’t know how to say it.” He groans. “It’s really stupid, okay? I already know what you’re gonna say.”
Chanyeol grins at him. “Then you might as well just tell me.”
Well, he does have a point there, Jongin admits, but instead he just pouts, ignoring Chanyeol’s statement entirely by sucking his straw into his mouth and focusing on his mango bubble tea. Chanyeol smiles but doesn’t question him about it anymore, and the remainder of the walk back to the dorm is in silence.
Jongin expects it though when Chanyeol grabs his wrist and drags him down to his room, bypassing Sehun who complains about why they didn’t buy him anything, and only when they’re finally alone does Chanyeol demand, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s dumb,” Jongin defends himself.
“You’re dumb,” Chanyeol shoots back which only makes Jongin scowl. “What do you think I’m going to do? Hate you for something stupid? Think again.”
“Well, I know you’re not going to hate me,” Jongin admits with a heavy sigh, he collapses onto Chanyeol’s bed, curling up against the wall and drinks a bit more of his bubble tea. “I just feel like an idiot for acting this way.”
“What way?” Chanyeol says as joins Jongin on the bed, sitting beside him so their shoulders press together.
Jongin resolutely stares at the plastic cup in his hands and not at the long lines of Chanyeol’s legs and his ugly brown socks or the hand that he places comfortingly (and distractingly) on Jongin’s thigh. “Just. Earlier,” Jongin starts, picking his words carefully so he doesn’t sound as completely ridiculous as he feels. There’s already heat prickling up the back of his neck in humiliation and he tries to fight it away. “When you were hanging out in our room.”
“Yeah?” He can just hear the wheels turning in Chanyeol’s brain as he tries to figure everything out.
“Talking with Kyungsoo the whole time even while I was there and you didn’t even--”
“Wait,” Chanyeol says loudly, “this is because I wasn’t paying attention to you?” He sounds like he’s just heard Jongin say he’s secretly a vampire or something, and he shifts around in bed to look at him incredulously.
“I told you it was stupid--” Jongin says but the rest of his words gets stuck in his throat because Chanyeol is leaning over and kissing him. That’s definitely not the reaction he was expecting. He was expecting laughter, Chanyeol telling him he really is an idiot, but not this. His own eyes widen for a split second before they fall shut and he relaxes into the suddenness of the kiss, of Chanyeol’s soft lips and hot tongue slipping into his mouth.
When Chanyeol pulls back, he’s grinning. “You’re right, that is stupid,” he says and Jongin groans, dropping his face into his hands. “But,” Chanyeol continues, sliding his lips along Jongin’s jawline to speak clearly into his ear, “it’s also really, really cute.”
“I knew you were going to fucking say that,” Jongin grumbles, face burning the way it usually does whenever Chanyeol calls him cute.
“Why didn’t you just say anything?” Chanyeol says as he draws back, returning to his position from earlier so his back is against the wall. He takes a drink from his nearly empty plastic cup and slides his hand down Jongin’s thigh toward his knee.
Jongin just shrugs, uninterested in talking about this anymore. He just sips idly at his drink through the straw and tries not to focus on the way Chanyeol’s hand wanders down along the inside of his thighs, fingers brushing along the inseam of his jeans.
“If you want me to pay attention to you, Jongin, you just have to ask,” Chanyeol says and his voice seems suddenly lower than usual, the kind of tone it takes on when Chanyeol is pushing him into bed and sliding a hand down his pants.
“I get it,” Jongin grits out. His heart is hammering. “Will you cut that out?”
Chanyeol smirks at him and trails his hand up higher and Jongin has to bite back a groan. “Nah,” he says easily. “Since we’re alone now, I think I’ll finally give you all the attention you want.”
Jongin considers throwing the rest of his bubble tea in his face but Chanyeol kisses him again before he gets the chance and he gives in because really Chanyeol’s idea is much better.
in your eyes / kaiyeol / hard r / for jj ♥ who gave the prompt: jongin wants to blow chanyeol but doesn’t know how to ask / 3072 words / this is all kaiyeol’s fault :(
Sehun is the one who links Jongin to the video. It’s from ages ago when they did the shoot for Ivy Club and Jongin is confused as to why Sehun thinks he needs to watch this. He was there. As far as he remembers, there was nothing particularly memorable about the day.
“Skip to 3:30,” Sehun says, flopping down onto the side of Jongin’s bed and peering around his Macbook to watch, too. Jongin casts Sehun a confused look but does as he’s told and watches in abject horror at himself staring at Chanyeol.
“You look like you’re in love,” Sehun comments, seconds from bursting into laughter. Jongin’s surprised he’s still holding himself together. “Seriously, that is some gross shit right there. What sort of expression is that?”
“Shut up, shut up,” Jongin exclaims, feeling his cheeks burn, and he slams his laptop shut before he sees anymore.
“Do you have something to tell me?” Sehun asks. He smirks as he lies back against Jongin’s bed, looking completely amused by this whole thing, and if Jongin wasn’t already busy trying to suffocate himself with a pillow, he’d probably punch his friend in the face.
“No,” he hisses. “I hate you, did you have to show me that?”
“Obviously. It’s my duty as your friend.”
Jongin groans, clenching his eyes shut against his pillow and trying not to think of the way that he kept staring at Chanyeol and definitely not the way that Chanyeol looked back at him.
-
Jongin would be lying if he said he didn’t watch that video about ten times later in the day once Sehun stopped making fun of him for it. He replays it over and over and stares at the look on his face because he doesn’t remember making that kind of expression and he hopes (oh god does he hope) that he doesn’t make that sort of face around Chanyeol normally. Someone would’ve told him, right? Chanyeol would’ve asked him. Fuck, Sehun would definitely have made fun of him for it, so Jongin can’t possibly do such a thing on a daily basis.
(The more he tries to convince himself of this, though, the more futile it seems to become.)
Jongin would also be lying if he said he didn’t find the way that Chanyeol looked back at him incredibly flustering. Maybe a little arousing. Maybe. He tries not to think about that part of it too much though and focuses instead on trying to remember that moment in his head. He doesn’t recall Chanyeol giving him such a look at all, but then again Jongin doesn’t remember much from the shoot itself, either.
So he just pushes that to the back of his head and watches the video again. and again. Until he's probably seen if more times than he can count. And he's sure that none of this would even matter so much if it wasn't, well, kind of true, because Jongin would definitely be lying if he said he didn't already find Chanyeol inexplicably attractive.
-
"If I ask you something do you promise not to laugh at me," Jongin asks Sehun after he's been agonizing over his hard life for two days.
"Depends," Sehun says, raising a brow in intrigue.
Jongin would much rather talk to just about anyone else in the group other than Sehun, but no one else knows about his...thing...for Chanyeol (at least he hopes not) and no one else felt the need to point out his lovestruck look in the stupid video.
He's a hundred percent certain that Sehun will laugh at him but Jongin’s dealt with enough mortification the past two days on his own already so he figures what's the harm. He looks up from his laptop where he’s most definitely rewatching that video again, to stare thoughtfully at Sehun across the room on Kyungsoo’s bed. He swallows thickly and asks, "Do I...uh...normally look at Chanyeol like that?" When Sehun looks up at him from his phone, Jongin quickly averts his gaze to the wall above his head.
"Like what?"
"Like in that dumb video you ruined my life with, you know what!" Jongin exclaims.
Sehun smirks at him widely. "Oh, you mean that look like you want to suck his dick?"
"Oh my god," Jongin breathes, drops his face into his hands. He was wrong; Sehun is harmful.
"Yes, you do," Sehun continues, completely unconcerned for Jongin’s well-being the fucking asshole. "Not always, but sometimes, yeah. It's really obvious."
"You're supposed to be my friend!" Jongin whines through his fingers. "Why don't you tell me these things?"
Sehun shrugs, goes back to his phone. "I thought you did it on purpose," he says, "like you wanted him to know."
Jongin freezes, his hands falling to his sides as he stares at Sehun with wide eyes. "What! No, I, we haven't even--"
Sehun blinks. "You haven't?"
Jongin shakes his head.
Silence. Then, impatiently, "Well, do you want to?"
Jongin looks at Sehun helplessly and clearly his face gives away the answer because Sehun’s expression turns wicked. "Don't say it!" Jongin snaps quickly before Sehun can make him even more miserable.
Sehun just bites his lip and tries hard not to laugh. Jongin appreciates his effort. He sighs, closing his laptop and rolling onto his stomach on his bed. "What do I do though?" he asks after a few moments.
Sehun shrugs. "Go ask him if you can suck his dick?"
"I can't just--He would never let me--"
Sehun finally laughs at that, cutting Jongin off and Jongin looks at him curiously, wondering what’s so funny about that. But Sehun just slides off Kyungsoo’s bed and heads for the door. Before Jongin can ask him what he means, Sehun says, "Before jumping to conclusions you should know that while you’re too busy looking at him all disgustingly, you don't notice the way he stares back at you."
-
Jongin can’t sleep. He tosses and turns in bed for around an hour before he gives up trying to fall back asleep. A quick look at the glowing numbers on the alarm clock on Kyungsoo’s desk tells him it’s just after six. They don’t have anything scheduled for at least another three hours and Jongin groans, rubbing at his face with the heels of his palms.
It takes him awhile before he drags himself out of bed, figuring that since he’s awake he might as well go make some breakfast or something. Maybe someone else in the group has gotten up early, too.
When he finds Chanyeol in the kitchen though, Jongin considers going right back to bed. He’s managed to keep his distance with Chanyeol ever since Sehun showed him that video and Jongin’s whole life seemed to fall apart around him. His attraction to Chanyeol has been going on for awhile, but Jongin never realized he was being at all obvious about it until now, and the last thing he needed was for Chanyeol to notice, too. It wasn’t that difficult to avoid him either, especially since K and M are sharing the same dorm now. With all the other members around to entertain Chanyeol, Jongin didn’t have to spend any more time with him than necessary.
Now, though, he doesn’t know what to do, frozen between running back to his room and sucking it up and getting something to eat. His stomach is growling at him but he thinks he could hold off for another hour or so--
“Hey,” Chanyeol says, suddenly, cutting across Jongin’s internal debate. “What’re you doing awake?”
Fuck, Jongin thinks, but walks over to join Chanyeol in the kitchen, keeps his eyes on the floor. “Couldn’t sleep,” he mutters, hoping Chanyeol will just leave him alone. “Why are you up?”
Chanyeol shrugs. “Same, I guess,” he says and Jongin is curious about that answer, but doesn’t want to ask.
Instead he just shuffles around Chanyeol to look in the fridge. Nothing really stands out for him to eat and he feels too lazy to make anything, so he grabs the milk and figures cereal is good enough to sate his hunger for now. He sets the jug of milk onto the counter, reaches up to a cabinet for a bowl just as Chanyeol does the same, their arms bumping into each other. Jongin draws away instantly, finally looking over at him in his surprise, and Chanyeol has a sort of confused look on his face, perhaps from Jongin’s reaction, he’s not sure.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol says and Jongin shakes his head, tries to step away, but Chanyeol’s practically got him against the counter, reaching over his head to grab a bowl from the back of the shelf. Jongin swallows down the lump in his throat as he tries desperately not to stare at the way Chanyeol’s shirt stretches across his chest in front of him, the jump of his adam’s apple in his throat, or the peek of collarbone from his collar.
“Did you want a bowl, too?” Chanyeol asks him and Jongin can’t even speak, leaning back against the counter, hands at his sides gripping onto the ledge so tight the sharp edge digs into his palms. “Jongin?” he says when Jongin doesn’t answer, and finally Chanyeol looks down at him and his eyes widen when he realizes just how close they’re standing.
“Oh,” he says, and Jongin hates that he doesn’t even seem fazed. Instead he looks at Jongin with a strange look in his eyes, one that makes Jongin’s stomach flop and his skin burn under the intensity. And suddenly Sehun’s words from the day before fill his mind, how Jongin never notices the way Chanyeol actually looks at him, and he wonders if this is what he meant because this, Jongin realizes, is the same sort of look Chanyeol gave him in that video Jongin’s watched about a hundred times.
Jongin wets his lips, heart thumping in his chest, and when Chanyeol drops his gaze to stare at his mouth, Jongin is pretty sure he gets it. Chanyeol sets the bowl in his hand onto the counter by the milk and he looks back up into Jongin’s eyes and this time Jongin thinks he sees it, that look like he wants something more, wants to maybe step even closer until there’s no space between them, until their lips meet and they can press their bodies together.
Shit, Jongin thinks. This is even worse than Sehun showing him that stupid video, worse than having to admit that he even wants this in the first place, worse than anything else because Chanyeol is right there, eyes so bright as he stares down at Jongin and Jongin just wants to grab a fistful of his shirt and drag him in for a kiss and--
"Fuck it," he says aloud, and Chanyeol's eyes widen for a second before Jongin does exactly what he wants, yanking Chanyeol into a kiss by the collar of his shirt. Jongin ends up pressing his lips against the corner of Chanyeol's mouth instead, making his face heat up instinctively from his failure, but Chanyeol's tiny gasp is enough to keep him going, trying again and getting it right this time, feeling the smooth press of Chanyeol's full lips against his own. Despite what he thinks he might have seen in Chanyeol's eyes, he really expects Chanyeol to push him away. He doesn't though. He kisses back. And Jongin feels like his brain is melting through his ears.
Chanyeol murmurs softly against his mouth, steps up closer until the counter digs painfully into Jongin's back. That would normally annoy him but right now it's the least of his concern, focusing on slipping his tongue into Chanyeol's mouth and tasting the mintiness of toothpaste. Jongin gasps when Chanyeol pushes a knee between his legs, thigh rubbing against the front of his sweats, and his hands find Jongin's hips, fingertips dipping under the hem of his tank top. Jongin's body feels overheated, like he's burning from the inside out, and yet he aches to be closer, as close he possibly can. He winds his arms around Chanyeol's waist, fisting into the back of his shirt and Chanyeol lets out a breathy laugh.
He looks at Jongin in amusement, and Jongin feels the flush of embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck. But Chanyeol doesn't say anything, just presses his lips to Jongin's jaw and slowly works his way across, lets a hand slide straight up Jongin's shirt, palm flat against his abs. Jongin sucks in a shaky breath, rocks down against Chanyeol's thigh, all the blood in his body pooling in his groin and he's sure Chanyeol can feel it, just the way Jongin feels Chanyeol's arousal against his hip when he pushes back against him.
It's almost too much and Jongin isn't sure if he can take much more of this, especially after driving himself insane over the past few days. He doesn't even want to think about all the months before that, where he just shoved this stupid thing into the back of his mind and didn't think about it except in the shower on the occasional day, his hand wrapped around his dick and his mind on Chanyeol. The real thing is infinitely better than anything he came up with on his own, and it takes Jongin a few tries before he reaches a hand between them and rub his palm against the front of Chanyeol's sweatpants.
"Jongin--" Chanyeol gasps, pushing into his hand instinctively, and Jongin heart thumps in his ears at the sound of his name in Chanyeol's low voice. He looks at Jongin with something like wonder, like no one's ever given him a fucking handjob before, and Jongin would laugh except the intensity in Chanyeol's gaze makes it impossible to do anything back stare right back. He jerks him off with steady strokes, drinking in the sounds of Chanyeol's moans and kissing him when he gets too loud. The last thing Jongin wants is someone walking in on them like this.
When he's sure that Chanyeol is close to coming, Jongin breaks their kiss and makes a split second decision. It takes possibly all of the courage he has but he pushes Chanyeol back just a few steps so he can drop to his knees in front of him.
"Holy shit," Chanyeol breathes as Jongin tugs his clothes down his thighs and takes his erection in his hand, stroking him a few times before leaning forward to lick at the tip. "Jongin."
Jongin thinks he could really get used to hearing Chanyeol say his name like that and he slowly works his mouth around his dick, taking him in as carefully as he can. He slides his tongue along the underside, drawing back to press the tip into the slit. He feels Chanyeol shudder under his hands at his thighs and it spurs him on, enjoying the way he's able to make Chanyeol fall apart. Chanyeol's hands work their way into his hair, hand his hips jerk up into Jongin's mouth unexpectedly that Jongin has to pull away so he doesn't choke. He shoots Chanyeol a short glare and Chanyeol smiles apologetically at him, and it's only the completely wrecked look on his face that makes Jongin take him back into his mouth. This time he holds tight at Chanyeol's hips as he sucks him down until he hears Chanyeol's strangled groan, feels the head of his cock against the back of his throat.
"I'm--" Chanyeol says, all the warning he gives before he's coming. Jongin pulls back at the last second, and the sticky white streaks paint his swollen lips and down his chin. "Jesus," Chanyeol hisses, his chest visibly rising and falling with his staggered breaths. He slowly pulls his hands free of Jongin's hair and drops down to his knees, too, looking at Jongin with incredulity.
It only makes Jongin flustered, licking his lips to clean up as best as he can, but then Chanyeol sweeps into kiss him again, startling a groan out of Jongin. He grabs Chanyeol's shoulders for purchase, suddenly remembering that he's still fucking hard, too, but before he can pluck up the courage to ask Chanyeol to return the favor, Chanyeol's pulling away to ask, "What brought that on?"
“I-um, well,” Jongin stammers, not sure where he should even start with that. I’ve wanted to do this for months but I didn’t know how to ask??? didn’t seem like such a good idea. Chanyeol never needed to know about that. Instead he just insists, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
It’s a bold-faced lie and clearly Chanyeol thinks so, too, because he raises a brow at Jongin bemusedly. But then he stands, tugging his sweats back up properly and stretches his arms over his head. “You know,” he says conversationally like Jongin didn’t just suck his dick and isn’t still kneeling in the kitchen with a fucking erection, “Sehun showed me that video, too.”
That is something Jongin never wanted to know. “Oh god,” he says and wonders if it’s too late for him to run back into his room and pretend he’s still asleep.
Chanyeol just smirks down at him, giving him that look again, and Jongin’s just so horribly turned on he just lets Chanyeol grab his arm and drag him to his feet. “Come on, I need a shower,” he says, steering Jongin to the bathroom, “and I think you might need help with that.”
-
Later, when Chanyeol kisses Jongin on the mouth in front of everyone after lunch, Jongin tries to push him away, aware of about ten pairs of eyes on them, but fails, gives into Chanyeol’s amused laughter and Lu Han and Baekhyun’s gleeful cooing.
Jongin is red in the face when Chanyeol lets him go, but stays close to his side, snaking a hand around his waist and grinning ear to ear. He casts a worried look around the rest of the group but everyone just seems mostly amused, except Sehun who looks smug.
“Now aren’t you glad I showed you that video?” he says innocently, and while Jongin is glad, he’ll never tell Sehun that, and instead figures he can show his gratitude by short sheeting his bed.
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package deal / sukai / au / pg / 1142 words / prompt / ...finally gives into the sukai ship :(
“Do we seriously need to go to another store? This is the fourth one we've been to,” Jongin says, but obediently follows Junmyeon down the street to the pet shop.
“I just want to check one more.”
“But I thought you liked that tabby cat back at the last place?” Jongin says. “Not that I don't enjoy spending the day looking at cute animals, if you liked that one why didn't you get it?”
Junmyeon stops in the middle of the sidewalk, laughs when Jongin walks right into him. Turning around to look his boyfriend in the face he says, “This is supposed to be our pet, not just mine. I want you to like it too.”
“I did like that cat.”
Junmyeon raises a brow. “You looked like it was going to attack you.”
Guilt fills Jongin’s eyes and he scratches the side of his face. “Okay fine, I liked it because you liked it.”
“How sweet,” Junmyeon says in a soft voice that makes Jongin flush. “Look, I just want us to find something that we both love. Having a pet is a huge responsibility and if we don't like the pet we’re getting then--”
“Okay, okay,” Jongin says, cutting him off. “You've said this at least five times at every shop we've been to. I get it.” He smiles at Junmyeon and adds, “Stop overthinking it so much. Getting a pet is also fun, you know? If you keep saying it’s a responsibility, you’re gonna make me not want one anymore.”
“Sorry,” Junmyeon says, and he grabs Jongin’s wrist to steer him down the sidewalk again. They’re just a block from the pet shop now. “I just feel like I’ll know when we find the right one. And if it’s not here, we’ll go back and get that cat from the last place, okay?”
Jongin nods and they make the rest of the way to the shop in silence. The moment they arrive, Jongin’s face lights up and he tugs away from Junmyeon’s side to go explore, stopping at the cage of a small kitten and cooing at it from behind the bars. Junmyeon grins widely and starts at the opposite side of the shop, looking into through the glass at the guinea pigs and rabbits. Even though they’re cute, he’d much rather have a cat or a dog. He doesn’t have a preference for which one and either does Jongin, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. So far it’s definitely made it more difficult to choose a pet when they can’t even decide what kind of pet they want.
But Junmyeon’s pretty sure he’ll know the second he sees it. He did like the cat from the last shop, a small black thing with big eyes that felt comfortable in his arms. Jongin, however, didn’t quite feel the same, and Junmyeon thinks that Jongin would much rather have a dog than a cat, even if he won’t say as much. So he bypasses the cats in their cages and stops in front of a beautiful chocolate brown cocker spaniel. It yips at him as he crouches down to get a better look, presses it’s nose up against the bars and Junmyeon smiles at it before glancing around to see if the owner of the shop can let him take it out.
Before he gets the chance though, Jongin is rushing up toward him, eyes bright as he says, “Look, look at this!”
Junmyeon drops his gaze to the fluffy toy poodle in his arms, its head buried against Jongin’s chest. It’s a soft brown color, and as Junmyeon reaches out to pet it’s head, the puppy lets out a small bark and paws at Junmyeon’s hand.
“Isn’t it adorable?” Jongin asks, looking completely infatuated as he stares down at the dog, smile impossibly wide as he scratches it behind the ear. The dog tries to climb up against him and Jongin laughs as he struggles to keep a hold of it, and as Junmyeon watches them both, the delighted look on Jongin’s face and the clear excitement in the puppy, he feels his heart swell in his chest and he knows this is exactly what he was looking for.
“I like him,” Junmyeon says, and Jongin looks over at him quickly, eyes wide.
“Do you mean--”
“Yes,” Junmyeon chuckles. “I think we should get him.”
Jongin smiles so brightly that Junmyeon feels a little blinded. He looks at Junmyeon so happily, eyes full of life, the way he gets whenever he corners Junmyeon up against the fridge in the kitchen and presses their mouths together. Jongin knows better than to kiss him in public, no matter how much he seems to clearly want to, so instead Junmyeon reaches over to clasp his fingers around Jongin’s wrist for a brief moment, rubs his thumb against his pulse point, before drawing away. He gets to his feet and grins down at Jongin, says decisively, “Come on, lets go talk to someone about the puppy.”
-
Junmyeon groans as something wet trails across the side of his face. “Ew, Jongin, what’re you doing?” he grumbles, clenching his eyes tight and rolling over.
“Should I be offended that you thought I’d ever lick your face like that?” Jongin replies, sounding very much awake, which is surprising considering Junmyeon’s sure it’s still before noon.
Junmyeon doesn’t bother replying, trying to get himself back to sleep, but what is undoubtedly their new puppy has different ideas, climbing up over his back and pawing at the covers to get to Junmyeon’s face. Blearily, Junmyeon peeks his eyes open and looks at Jjangu, the name that Jongin had picked out after spending the evening agonizing over it. Junmyeon thinks it suits the cute puppy, and he can’t help but smile at it, reaching out to pet him on the head.
“If he’s gonna wake me up early every morning, we might have to reconsider this whole pet thing,” Junmyeon says, turning over to Jongin. He’s got a piece of toast hanging from his mouth and terrible bed hair, but he grins at Junmyeon around a mouthful of his breakfast.
“If Jjangu goes, I go,” he says, and Junmyeon hopes he’s kidding. “We’re a package deal now.”
Junmyeon laughs, catching the mischievous look in Jongin’s eyes, and pulls him down to kiss him, tasting the sweetness of strawberry jam more than anything else. Jongin grins against his mouth and pulls back, stuffs himself with more toast, and Jjangu clambers over Junmyeon again to whine up at Jongin for some, too.
“I just fed you!” Jongin says, holding his breakfast away from the puppy, and Junmyeon smiles as he relaxes against the bed and thinks that this is a package deal he could definitely live with.
hold me close / taohun / pg / 569 words / prompt generator: taohun backhugs
Sehun can hear everyone in the sitting room, laughing loudly at the movie they’re watching, and he would much rather be over there than stuck in the kitchen watching the dishes. It’s his turn to clean up after meals and Kyungsoo and Junmyeon both refused to let him even leave the kitchen until he does it immediately after they eat because they claim he’d forget if he left it until later and then they’d never get done. Sehun doesn’t want to admit that they’re probably right, so instead he grits his teeth and washes the dishes, mostly annoyed now that they started the movie before he finished, nevermind the fact that he’s already seen it three times.
He’s halfway through when Zitao walks into the kitchen with an empty glass, stopping at the fridge to refill it with juice. He returns the jug to the fridge and instead of just picking his glass up and leaving, he surprises Sehun by walking over and peering over his shoulder.
“Done?” he asks.
“Does it look like I am?” Sehun replies, coming out snappier than he means. Zitao doesn’t seem to mind though, just chuckling softly, his breath tickling against the back of Sehun’s neck. He jumps a bit when Zitao winds his arms around Sehun’s waist. His fingers clasp together low on Sehun’s stomach and he squeezes around him gently, and it’s just enough to let all of the annoyance, all of the frustration ease out of his body like a deep exhale.
He leans back against Zitao’s embrace, lets his head drop against his shoulder, and darts his eyes to Zitao’s. He’s looking at him with amusement, lips curving into a smirk, and Sehun twists around just a bit so he can kiss him. Zitao returns it slowly, taking his time even though Sehun would much rather just push him up against the counter and make out. His hands are all soapy though, and the rest of the group is just a few feet away, so he reluctantly lets Zitao pull away a few moments later.
“Help me?” he asks Zitao, blinks his eyes innocently, and Zitao laughs, pats Sehun’s cheek twice with his hand.
“All right,” he replies and Sehun cheers mentally.
Together, with Zitao washing the dishes after Sehun cleans them, they get through the rest much faster than if Sehun had done it alone. Even when they get distracted by exchanging occasional kisses or swiping soap along each other’s faces, it only takes them about twenty minutes to finish, and Sehun grabs himself a bag of chips from the cabinet in celebration.
Zitao takes his hand and leads him back to the others and Junmyeon chides Sehun for his snack, exclaiming, “You just had dinner!” but Sehun ignores him. Instead, he lets Zitao pull him to the floor in between his legs so that Sehun can lean back against the warmth of his chest, lets Zitao hug him from behind again, slipping his hands into the pockets of Sehun’s hoodie. He’s pretty sure Jongin is making gagging noises somewhere behind him but Sehun doesn’t care, settling against Zitao’s comforting body and simply relaxing.
Ten minutes later, when Zitao starts nosing against the back of his neck, slipping a hand out of Sehun’s hoodie to slide his fingers down his thigh, Sehun figures he’s relaxed enough for one day and pulls Zitao to his room instead.
on time / xiuyeol / pg / 850 words / for annie ♥ / inspired by this fanaccount
It’s 11:52 PM. Chanyeol's keeping an eye on the time on his phone, checking it every few seconds just to make sure he doesn’t miss it. He’s pretending to watch a movie on his computer, headphones in and everything, but he’s barely listening to the words in his ears, focused instead on the time and on Minseok cleaning up his side of the room before bed.
He’s not sure where Zitao is, but he figures he’s somewhere with Sehun and Jongin as those three have been even more inseparable ever since the dorm shift, and he vaguely remembers Baekhyun mentioning something about needing to talk to Kyungsoo but Chanyeol had been too focused on keeping time to really hear him. He’s glad they’re not in the room though because it makes his plans much easier.
The new room arrangements came rather suddenly but everyone had been pretty happy to be able to live together as one group instead of two. Chanyeol was excited when Zitao and Minseok joined him and Baekhyun, their room suddenly much more crowded and much more noisy. Zitao's been clinging to Baekhyun much like he did before they debuted, looking happy about getting to room with him, and Chanyeol could tell Baekhyun's thrilled to have someone else to boss around.
But Chanyeol was most glad about getting to room with Minseok, eager to spend more time with the hyung he had been close to predebut but hadn't really had the chance to keep it up afterward. Chanyeol remembered taking Mandarin classes with him and asking Minseok for help constantly, how Minseok would stay after with him until Chanyeol could pronounce something properly, even though he acted like it was all a big inconvenience.
Chanyeol is so busy thinking about these things that he doesn’t hear Minseok is talking to him until he’s standing in front of his bed, waving a hand before his face. He looks at him sheepishly and reaches up to pull his headphones from his ears. “Yeah?” he asks.
“Do you care if I turn out the lights?” Minseok asks and Chanyeol shakes his head. But then he checks the time on his phone and it’s just a minute to midnight and he quickly exclaims, “Wait!”
Minseok jumps, whirling around to give Chanyeol an impatient look. “Why?”
“I just need to do something. One second,” Chanyeol says, hurriedly setting his laptop aside and getting his headphones tangled into his hoodie in the process. Minseok chuckles, shaking his head at him, but thankfully doesn’t switch off the lights and Chanyeol climbs off the bed, goes to his closet to pretend he’s looking for something just long enough to make sure Minseok’s not watching him.
The time on his phone now reads midnight exactly. Perfect, Chanyeol thinks, grinning excitedly, and he walks over to where Minseok’s pulling the covers of his bed aside, about ready to get in and sleep.
“Hyung,” Chanyeol says to get his attention and Minseok turns around quickly and almost jumps back.
“You should know better than to creep up on people shorter than you,” Minseok says with a slight glare, but Chanyeol can tell he’s mostly teasing.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol says and a slow smile tugs at the corners of Minseok’s lips.
Minseok reaches up to pat at Chanyeol’s head, gently pushing him down until Chanyeol bends his knees and shrinks. “Get down...down...” he says as he does it and they’re both grinning now, amused, until Chanyeol can look Minseok straight in the eye. “That’s better.” Minseok laughs. “You should just stay like that.”
“Don’t be mean,” Chanyeol pouts. His knees are already starting to hurt from crouching like this.
“Did you need something?” Minseok asks him and Chanyeol suddenly remembers the whole point of staying up and waiting for this moment.
“Oh, right!” he exclaims and Minseok raises a brow at him curiously. “Happy birthday!”
Minseok blinks at him and then surprise fills his face. He lets out a soft laugh as Chanyeol’s words seem to really sink in and Chanyeol straightens back up as he watches, enjoying the pleased expression on his face.
“I wanted to be the first one to say it,” Chanyeol explains proudly, like there’s some kind of competition.
That seems to make Minseok laugh harder. “Is that why you’ve been sitting in here alternating between staring at your phone and staring at me for the past hour?” Minseok asks when he finally calms down, though his eyes are still bright with mirth.
Chanyeol gapes at him. “You weren’t supposed to notice that!”
“Chanyeol, you’re about as discreet as an elephant,” Minseok says, smirking, and Chanyeol dejectedly rubs the back of his neck. “But, thank you.” He offers Chanyeol a grateful smile that makes Chanyeol grin back.
“Of course!” he says, beaming.
That is, until Minseok narrows his eyes at him and pushes down on his head again. “I didn’t say you could stop that,” he says and this time Chanyeol can’t actually tell if he’s kidding or not, but he figures for the birthday boy he can try a little longer.
pay attention / kaiyeol / pg / 1663 words / for nav ♥ who gave the prompt: pls write them going on a bubble tea date together but jongin's annoyed w chanyeol bc he got jealous over all the time chanyeol spent w kyungsoo in their room earlier even though jongin was r i g h t there
“Why’re you in such a grumpy mood?” Chanyeol asks Jongin as they walk down the street. “I thought you said you wanted to go get some bubble tea.”
“I do,” Jongin replies instinctively, but he knows it doesn’t sound very convincing. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Chanyeol purses his lips and looks uncertainly at Jongin like he wants to press the matter, step closer so he can catch his hand in his. He doesn’t dare do those things though, not when they’re out in public and there’s probably a few fans following them with their cameras attached to their faces. Instead he just nudges Jongin’s hand with his, just quick enough to be accidental, and Jongin glances over, guilt climbing up his throat at the frown on Chanyeol’s face.
“It’s nothing,” he says again, softer this time, even though it’s a lie. He is in a grumpy mood but it’s stupid. He’s stupid. He doesn’t need Chanyeol to know what’s bothering him when it’s so dumb, anyway. He smiles at Chanyeol instead, hoping it doesn’t look fake, and adds, “I’m feeling better now, okay? It’s nice to get out of the dorm.”
That makes Chanyeol laugh, nodding along in agreement, and Jongin, just to make sure Chanyeol doesn’t press him about his attitude anymore looks down at the ground and mumbles, just loud enough for Chanyeol to hear, “It’s nice to just spend time with you, too.”
The words make him flush immediately because Jongin is forever incapable of saying things like this without feeling embarrassed, but when Chanyeol grins at him widely and bumps their shoulders together playfully, he figures it’s worth it.
The bubble tea shop is fairly busy when they walk in, and they stand behind a few people in line. Jongin fishes his phone from his pocket to busy himself with. Chanyeol peers over his shoulder and watches, standing much too close for Jongin’s liking, considerably aware of the presence of so many other people in the shop, even if most of them aren’t paying him and Chanyeol any attention.
“Are you just gonna ignore me the whole time?” Chanyeol says, once they’ve ordered and found a table for two to sit at by one of the large windows. “I thought this was supposed to be a date?” He pouts at Jongin exaggeratedly, the way he does when Jongin doesn’t share his snacks with him in the dorm or refuses to let Chanyeol climb into bed with him in the middle of the night. But in his eyes Jongin sees hurt and he worries his lower lip into his mouth, not sure how to explain himself.
It’s not even that big of a deal and he’s sure that if he told Chanyeol, he’d just laugh and call him cute and not even be bothered, but Jongin doesn’t want to admit how stupid he’s being about it. Chanyeol didn’t even do anything wrong. Unless spending all afternoon in his and Kyungsoo’s room and completely and totally ignoring Jongin while he was right there counted as “wrong.”
It doesn’t. Jongin knows that much. But he couldn’t stop himself from feeling annoyed earlier, watching from his bed as Chanyeol practically draped himself over Kyungsoo from where they were spread out on Chanyeol’s pile of blankets on the floor because he’d ended up sleeping there the night before like he does sometimes, watching stupid videos on YouTube on Chanyeol’s laptop.
He didn’t even drag Jongin down to join them, didn’t leave Kyungsoo alone to climb up into Jongin’s bed and wrap his arms around his shoulders, press his face into the crook of his neck. He didn’t reach up and obnoxiously tickle the underside of Jongin’s feet like he does just to be annoying, or yank him in for a kiss because he always finds Kyungsoo’s disgusted groan hilarious.
He’d practically ignored Jongin’s complete existence and that’s fine, it really is. Jongin is not some needy boyfriend and he doesn’t want Chanyeol to pay attention to him all the time (god knows he’d go absolutely fucking crazy), but it was just unnerving to have Chanyeol ignore him like that. And Jongin’s not good at taking the initiative when it comes to things like that. He can push Chanyeol up against the kitchen counter and kiss him when no one’s looking and he can drag him into the shower in the morning, but most of the time he’s not bold enough to just reach for him to cuddle or to enjoy the sound of his laughter in his ear, his fingertips hot against his skin. That’s all usually Chanyeol, and it’s thrown Jongin off-balance today.
“Hey,” Chanyeol says, cutting across his thoughts and startling Jongin so much that he almost drops his bubble tea. “Seriously, are you okay?”
Jongin opens his mouth to say no but nothing comes out. He closes it after a moment and looks down at his lap, and feels Chanyeol’s considering gaze on him until he hears the scrape of the chair against the floor. He looks up and Chanyeol is nodding his head toward the door so Jongin sighs and follows.
“Did I do something wrong?” Chanyeol asks in hushed tones as they walk back to the dorm. “Are you angry at me?”
“No,” Jongin says because that much is true. He’s annoyed at himself for feeling like this, but he’s not angry with Chanyeol.
“Then what the hell?”
Jongin rubs over his eyes with his free hand and mumbles, “I don’t know how to say it.” He groans. “It’s really stupid, okay? I already know what you’re gonna say.”
Chanyeol grins at him. “Then you might as well just tell me.”
Well, he does have a point there, Jongin admits, but instead he just pouts, ignoring Chanyeol’s statement entirely by sucking his straw into his mouth and focusing on his mango bubble tea. Chanyeol smiles but doesn’t question him about it anymore, and the remainder of the walk back to the dorm is in silence.
Jongin expects it though when Chanyeol grabs his wrist and drags him down to his room, bypassing Sehun who complains about why they didn’t buy him anything, and only when they’re finally alone does Chanyeol demand, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s dumb,” Jongin defends himself.
“You’re dumb,” Chanyeol shoots back which only makes Jongin scowl. “What do you think I’m going to do? Hate you for something stupid? Think again.”
“Well, I know you’re not going to hate me,” Jongin admits with a heavy sigh, he collapses onto Chanyeol’s bed, curling up against the wall and drinks a bit more of his bubble tea. “I just feel like an idiot for acting this way.”
“What way?” Chanyeol says as joins Jongin on the bed, sitting beside him so their shoulders press together.
Jongin resolutely stares at the plastic cup in his hands and not at the long lines of Chanyeol’s legs and his ugly brown socks or the hand that he places comfortingly (and distractingly) on Jongin’s thigh. “Just. Earlier,” Jongin starts, picking his words carefully so he doesn’t sound as completely ridiculous as he feels. There’s already heat prickling up the back of his neck in humiliation and he tries to fight it away. “When you were hanging out in our room.”
“Yeah?” He can just hear the wheels turning in Chanyeol’s brain as he tries to figure everything out.
“Talking with Kyungsoo the whole time even while I was there and you didn’t even--”
“Wait,” Chanyeol says loudly, “this is because I wasn’t paying attention to you?” He sounds like he’s just heard Jongin say he’s secretly a vampire or something, and he shifts around in bed to look at him incredulously.
“I told you it was stupid--” Jongin says but the rest of his words gets stuck in his throat because Chanyeol is leaning over and kissing him. That’s definitely not the reaction he was expecting. He was expecting laughter, Chanyeol telling him he really is an idiot, but not this. His own eyes widen for a split second before they fall shut and he relaxes into the suddenness of the kiss, of Chanyeol’s soft lips and hot tongue slipping into his mouth.
When Chanyeol pulls back, he’s grinning. “You’re right, that is stupid,” he says and Jongin groans, dropping his face into his hands. “But,” Chanyeol continues, sliding his lips along Jongin’s jawline to speak clearly into his ear, “it’s also really, really cute.”
“I knew you were going to fucking say that,” Jongin grumbles, face burning the way it usually does whenever Chanyeol calls him cute.
“Why didn’t you just say anything?” Chanyeol says as he draws back, returning to his position from earlier so his back is against the wall. He takes a drink from his nearly empty plastic cup and slides his hand down Jongin’s thigh toward his knee.
Jongin just shrugs, uninterested in talking about this anymore. He just sips idly at his drink through the straw and tries not to focus on the way Chanyeol’s hand wanders down along the inside of his thighs, fingers brushing along the inseam of his jeans.
“If you want me to pay attention to you, Jongin, you just have to ask,” Chanyeol says and his voice seems suddenly lower than usual, the kind of tone it takes on when Chanyeol is pushing him into bed and sliding a hand down his pants.
“I get it,” Jongin grits out. His heart is hammering. “Will you cut that out?”
Chanyeol smirks at him and trails his hand up higher and Jongin has to bite back a groan. “Nah,” he says easily. “Since we’re alone now, I think I’ll finally give you all the attention you want.”
Jongin considers throwing the rest of his bubble tea in his face but Chanyeol kisses him again before he gets the chance and he gives in because really Chanyeol’s idea is much better.
in your eyes / kaiyeol / hard r / for jj ♥ who gave the prompt: jongin wants to blow chanyeol but doesn’t know how to ask / 3072 words / this is all kaiyeol’s fault :(
Sehun is the one who links Jongin to the video. It’s from ages ago when they did the shoot for Ivy Club and Jongin is confused as to why Sehun thinks he needs to watch this. He was there. As far as he remembers, there was nothing particularly memorable about the day.
“Skip to 3:30,” Sehun says, flopping down onto the side of Jongin’s bed and peering around his Macbook to watch, too. Jongin casts Sehun a confused look but does as he’s told and watches in abject horror at himself staring at Chanyeol.
“You look like you’re in love,” Sehun comments, seconds from bursting into laughter. Jongin’s surprised he’s still holding himself together. “Seriously, that is some gross shit right there. What sort of expression is that?”
“Shut up, shut up,” Jongin exclaims, feeling his cheeks burn, and he slams his laptop shut before he sees anymore.
“Do you have something to tell me?” Sehun asks. He smirks as he lies back against Jongin’s bed, looking completely amused by this whole thing, and if Jongin wasn’t already busy trying to suffocate himself with a pillow, he’d probably punch his friend in the face.
“No,” he hisses. “I hate you, did you have to show me that?”
“Obviously. It’s my duty as your friend.”
Jongin groans, clenching his eyes shut against his pillow and trying not to think of the way that he kept staring at Chanyeol and definitely not the way that Chanyeol looked back at him.
-
Jongin would be lying if he said he didn’t watch that video about ten times later in the day once Sehun stopped making fun of him for it. He replays it over and over and stares at the look on his face because he doesn’t remember making that kind of expression and he hopes (oh god does he hope) that he doesn’t make that sort of face around Chanyeol normally. Someone would’ve told him, right? Chanyeol would’ve asked him. Fuck, Sehun would definitely have made fun of him for it, so Jongin can’t possibly do such a thing on a daily basis.
(The more he tries to convince himself of this, though, the more futile it seems to become.)
Jongin would also be lying if he said he didn’t find the way that Chanyeol looked back at him incredibly flustering. Maybe a little arousing. Maybe. He tries not to think about that part of it too much though and focuses instead on trying to remember that moment in his head. He doesn’t recall Chanyeol giving him such a look at all, but then again Jongin doesn’t remember much from the shoot itself, either.
So he just pushes that to the back of his head and watches the video again. and again. Until he's probably seen if more times than he can count. And he's sure that none of this would even matter so much if it wasn't, well, kind of true, because Jongin would definitely be lying if he said he didn't already find Chanyeol inexplicably attractive.
-
"If I ask you something do you promise not to laugh at me," Jongin asks Sehun after he's been agonizing over his hard life for two days.
"Depends," Sehun says, raising a brow in intrigue.
Jongin would much rather talk to just about anyone else in the group other than Sehun, but no one else knows about his...thing...for Chanyeol (at least he hopes not) and no one else felt the need to point out his lovestruck look in the stupid video.
He's a hundred percent certain that Sehun will laugh at him but Jongin’s dealt with enough mortification the past two days on his own already so he figures what's the harm. He looks up from his laptop where he’s most definitely rewatching that video again, to stare thoughtfully at Sehun across the room on Kyungsoo’s bed. He swallows thickly and asks, "Do I...uh...normally look at Chanyeol like that?" When Sehun looks up at him from his phone, Jongin quickly averts his gaze to the wall above his head.
"Like what?"
"Like in that dumb video you ruined my life with, you know what!" Jongin exclaims.
Sehun smirks at him widely. "Oh, you mean that look like you want to suck his dick?"
"Oh my god," Jongin breathes, drops his face into his hands. He was wrong; Sehun is harmful.
"Yes, you do," Sehun continues, completely unconcerned for Jongin’s well-being the fucking asshole. "Not always, but sometimes, yeah. It's really obvious."
"You're supposed to be my friend!" Jongin whines through his fingers. "Why don't you tell me these things?"
Sehun shrugs, goes back to his phone. "I thought you did it on purpose," he says, "like you wanted him to know."
Jongin freezes, his hands falling to his sides as he stares at Sehun with wide eyes. "What! No, I, we haven't even--"
Sehun blinks. "You haven't?"
Jongin shakes his head.
Silence. Then, impatiently, "Well, do you want to?"
Jongin looks at Sehun helplessly and clearly his face gives away the answer because Sehun’s expression turns wicked. "Don't say it!" Jongin snaps quickly before Sehun can make him even more miserable.
Sehun just bites his lip and tries hard not to laugh. Jongin appreciates his effort. He sighs, closing his laptop and rolling onto his stomach on his bed. "What do I do though?" he asks after a few moments.
Sehun shrugs. "Go ask him if you can suck his dick?"
"I can't just--He would never let me--"
Sehun finally laughs at that, cutting Jongin off and Jongin looks at him curiously, wondering what’s so funny about that. But Sehun just slides off Kyungsoo’s bed and heads for the door. Before Jongin can ask him what he means, Sehun says, "Before jumping to conclusions you should know that while you’re too busy looking at him all disgustingly, you don't notice the way he stares back at you."
-
Jongin can’t sleep. He tosses and turns in bed for around an hour before he gives up trying to fall back asleep. A quick look at the glowing numbers on the alarm clock on Kyungsoo’s desk tells him it’s just after six. They don’t have anything scheduled for at least another three hours and Jongin groans, rubbing at his face with the heels of his palms.
It takes him awhile before he drags himself out of bed, figuring that since he’s awake he might as well go make some breakfast or something. Maybe someone else in the group has gotten up early, too.
When he finds Chanyeol in the kitchen though, Jongin considers going right back to bed. He’s managed to keep his distance with Chanyeol ever since Sehun showed him that video and Jongin’s whole life seemed to fall apart around him. His attraction to Chanyeol has been going on for awhile, but Jongin never realized he was being at all obvious about it until now, and the last thing he needed was for Chanyeol to notice, too. It wasn’t that difficult to avoid him either, especially since K and M are sharing the same dorm now. With all the other members around to entertain Chanyeol, Jongin didn’t have to spend any more time with him than necessary.
Now, though, he doesn’t know what to do, frozen between running back to his room and sucking it up and getting something to eat. His stomach is growling at him but he thinks he could hold off for another hour or so--
“Hey,” Chanyeol says, suddenly, cutting across Jongin’s internal debate. “What’re you doing awake?”
Fuck, Jongin thinks, but walks over to join Chanyeol in the kitchen, keeps his eyes on the floor. “Couldn’t sleep,” he mutters, hoping Chanyeol will just leave him alone. “Why are you up?”
Chanyeol shrugs. “Same, I guess,” he says and Jongin is curious about that answer, but doesn’t want to ask.
Instead he just shuffles around Chanyeol to look in the fridge. Nothing really stands out for him to eat and he feels too lazy to make anything, so he grabs the milk and figures cereal is good enough to sate his hunger for now. He sets the jug of milk onto the counter, reaches up to a cabinet for a bowl just as Chanyeol does the same, their arms bumping into each other. Jongin draws away instantly, finally looking over at him in his surprise, and Chanyeol has a sort of confused look on his face, perhaps from Jongin’s reaction, he’s not sure.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol says and Jongin shakes his head, tries to step away, but Chanyeol’s practically got him against the counter, reaching over his head to grab a bowl from the back of the shelf. Jongin swallows down the lump in his throat as he tries desperately not to stare at the way Chanyeol’s shirt stretches across his chest in front of him, the jump of his adam’s apple in his throat, or the peek of collarbone from his collar.
“Did you want a bowl, too?” Chanyeol asks him and Jongin can’t even speak, leaning back against the counter, hands at his sides gripping onto the ledge so tight the sharp edge digs into his palms. “Jongin?” he says when Jongin doesn’t answer, and finally Chanyeol looks down at him and his eyes widen when he realizes just how close they’re standing.
“Oh,” he says, and Jongin hates that he doesn’t even seem fazed. Instead he looks at Jongin with a strange look in his eyes, one that makes Jongin’s stomach flop and his skin burn under the intensity. And suddenly Sehun’s words from the day before fill his mind, how Jongin never notices the way Chanyeol actually looks at him, and he wonders if this is what he meant because this, Jongin realizes, is the same sort of look Chanyeol gave him in that video Jongin’s watched about a hundred times.
Jongin wets his lips, heart thumping in his chest, and when Chanyeol drops his gaze to stare at his mouth, Jongin is pretty sure he gets it. Chanyeol sets the bowl in his hand onto the counter by the milk and he looks back up into Jongin’s eyes and this time Jongin thinks he sees it, that look like he wants something more, wants to maybe step even closer until there’s no space between them, until their lips meet and they can press their bodies together.
Shit, Jongin thinks. This is even worse than Sehun showing him that stupid video, worse than having to admit that he even wants this in the first place, worse than anything else because Chanyeol is right there, eyes so bright as he stares down at Jongin and Jongin just wants to grab a fistful of his shirt and drag him in for a kiss and--
"Fuck it," he says aloud, and Chanyeol's eyes widen for a second before Jongin does exactly what he wants, yanking Chanyeol into a kiss by the collar of his shirt. Jongin ends up pressing his lips against the corner of Chanyeol's mouth instead, making his face heat up instinctively from his failure, but Chanyeol's tiny gasp is enough to keep him going, trying again and getting it right this time, feeling the smooth press of Chanyeol's full lips against his own. Despite what he thinks he might have seen in Chanyeol's eyes, he really expects Chanyeol to push him away. He doesn't though. He kisses back. And Jongin feels like his brain is melting through his ears.
Chanyeol murmurs softly against his mouth, steps up closer until the counter digs painfully into Jongin's back. That would normally annoy him but right now it's the least of his concern, focusing on slipping his tongue into Chanyeol's mouth and tasting the mintiness of toothpaste. Jongin gasps when Chanyeol pushes a knee between his legs, thigh rubbing against the front of his sweats, and his hands find Jongin's hips, fingertips dipping under the hem of his tank top. Jongin's body feels overheated, like he's burning from the inside out, and yet he aches to be closer, as close he possibly can. He winds his arms around Chanyeol's waist, fisting into the back of his shirt and Chanyeol lets out a breathy laugh.
He looks at Jongin in amusement, and Jongin feels the flush of embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck. But Chanyeol doesn't say anything, just presses his lips to Jongin's jaw and slowly works his way across, lets a hand slide straight up Jongin's shirt, palm flat against his abs. Jongin sucks in a shaky breath, rocks down against Chanyeol's thigh, all the blood in his body pooling in his groin and he's sure Chanyeol can feel it, just the way Jongin feels Chanyeol's arousal against his hip when he pushes back against him.
It's almost too much and Jongin isn't sure if he can take much more of this, especially after driving himself insane over the past few days. He doesn't even want to think about all the months before that, where he just shoved this stupid thing into the back of his mind and didn't think about it except in the shower on the occasional day, his hand wrapped around his dick and his mind on Chanyeol. The real thing is infinitely better than anything he came up with on his own, and it takes Jongin a few tries before he reaches a hand between them and rub his palm against the front of Chanyeol's sweatpants.
"Jongin--" Chanyeol gasps, pushing into his hand instinctively, and Jongin heart thumps in his ears at the sound of his name in Chanyeol's low voice. He looks at Jongin with something like wonder, like no one's ever given him a fucking handjob before, and Jongin would laugh except the intensity in Chanyeol's gaze makes it impossible to do anything back stare right back. He jerks him off with steady strokes, drinking in the sounds of Chanyeol's moans and kissing him when he gets too loud. The last thing Jongin wants is someone walking in on them like this.
When he's sure that Chanyeol is close to coming, Jongin breaks their kiss and makes a split second decision. It takes possibly all of the courage he has but he pushes Chanyeol back just a few steps so he can drop to his knees in front of him.
"Holy shit," Chanyeol breathes as Jongin tugs his clothes down his thighs and takes his erection in his hand, stroking him a few times before leaning forward to lick at the tip. "Jongin."
Jongin thinks he could really get used to hearing Chanyeol say his name like that and he slowly works his mouth around his dick, taking him in as carefully as he can. He slides his tongue along the underside, drawing back to press the tip into the slit. He feels Chanyeol shudder under his hands at his thighs and it spurs him on, enjoying the way he's able to make Chanyeol fall apart. Chanyeol's hands work their way into his hair, hand his hips jerk up into Jongin's mouth unexpectedly that Jongin has to pull away so he doesn't choke. He shoots Chanyeol a short glare and Chanyeol smiles apologetically at him, and it's only the completely wrecked look on his face that makes Jongin take him back into his mouth. This time he holds tight at Chanyeol's hips as he sucks him down until he hears Chanyeol's strangled groan, feels the head of his cock against the back of his throat.
"I'm--" Chanyeol says, all the warning he gives before he's coming. Jongin pulls back at the last second, and the sticky white streaks paint his swollen lips and down his chin. "Jesus," Chanyeol hisses, his chest visibly rising and falling with his staggered breaths. He slowly pulls his hands free of Jongin's hair and drops down to his knees, too, looking at Jongin with incredulity.
It only makes Jongin flustered, licking his lips to clean up as best as he can, but then Chanyeol sweeps into kiss him again, startling a groan out of Jongin. He grabs Chanyeol's shoulders for purchase, suddenly remembering that he's still fucking hard, too, but before he can pluck up the courage to ask Chanyeol to return the favor, Chanyeol's pulling away to ask, "What brought that on?"
“I-um, well,” Jongin stammers, not sure where he should even start with that. I’ve wanted to do this for months but I didn’t know how to ask??? didn’t seem like such a good idea. Chanyeol never needed to know about that. Instead he just insists, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
It’s a bold-faced lie and clearly Chanyeol thinks so, too, because he raises a brow at Jongin bemusedly. But then he stands, tugging his sweats back up properly and stretches his arms over his head. “You know,” he says conversationally like Jongin didn’t just suck his dick and isn’t still kneeling in the kitchen with a fucking erection, “Sehun showed me that video, too.”
That is something Jongin never wanted to know. “Oh god,” he says and wonders if it’s too late for him to run back into his room and pretend he’s still asleep.
Chanyeol just smirks down at him, giving him that look again, and Jongin’s just so horribly turned on he just lets Chanyeol grab his arm and drag him to his feet. “Come on, I need a shower,” he says, steering Jongin to the bathroom, “and I think you might need help with that.”
-
Later, when Chanyeol kisses Jongin on the mouth in front of everyone after lunch, Jongin tries to push him away, aware of about ten pairs of eyes on them, but fails, gives into Chanyeol’s amused laughter and Lu Han and Baekhyun’s gleeful cooing.
Jongin is red in the face when Chanyeol lets him go, but stays close to his side, snaking a hand around his waist and grinning ear to ear. He casts a worried look around the rest of the group but everyone just seems mostly amused, except Sehun who looks smug.
“Now aren’t you glad I showed you that video?” he says innocently, and while Jongin is glad, he’ll never tell Sehun that, and instead figures he can show his gratitude by short sheeting his bed.
note: if you read any of them i hope you enjoyed!! thank you for reading~~ ♥ \:D/