READY, START! for KOJAFRAS
For: kojafras
Title: Ready, Start!
Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Luhan
Rating: PG
Length: 2.5K
Summary: When the doorbell rings, Chanyeol expects a package. Instead, he gets a husband.
Author's note: Thank you to the lovely yeolliepopday mod for being amazingly kind and patient and for hosting this wonderful exchange.
To my recipient, I hope you enjoy this ^^
Chanyeol has always liked videogames, especially the ones that have storylines unfolding as the games progresses with twists and turns around every corner. It makes him feel like he’s part of the game because he’s the one controlling the character on screen and making the decisions that impact the plot. So, when he sees an ad online about a new release, he doesn’t think twice about ordering it.
The sound of the doorbell ringing has Chanyeol shooting up from his couch.
“It’s finally here!” He shouts excitedly, rushing to the door and throwing it open. To his surprise, it’s not a delivery man carrying a parcel on his doorstep; instead, an extremely attractive male with honey-blond dyed hair is smiling up at him. Chanyeol opens his mouth to say something, but is unable to because the man surprises him by suddenly pulling him down and gently placing his lips on Chanyeol’s in a kiss.
What.
What?
Chanyeol remains still, eyes wide when the man pulls away with a shy smile, a light pink dusting along the high of his cheeks as he looks up at Chanyeol through long, thick lashes.
“What?” Chanyeol breaths after a silent moment passes between them, clearly confused, and he takes a step back into his house to put distance between them. “Who are you?”
The male tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing in worry, and he’s beginning to look nervous. That’s when Chanyeol notices a small luggage bag next to the man, and he almost laughs in relief, “you probably have me confused with someone else,” he says, but the man only looks at him curiously, double-lidded, brown eyes boring into his. Hesitantly, Chanyeol moves to the side, allowing entry into his house, and a delighted expression crosses the man’s face, a pretty smile blooming on his lips. The man grabs his bag and walks inside, toeing off his shoes in the entry as Chanyeol closes the door behind him.
“Who are you?” Chanyeol repeats when the man turns to look at him. The male says something, his voice soft and pleasant, but Chanyeol doesn’t understand what he’s saying, the syllables escaping the stranger’s mouth foreign and unusual to his ears, but the way his lips move is almost mesmerizing, pink lips puckering slightly when he finishes speaking.
“Do you want to call someone?” Chanyeol speaks slowly, gesturing to the man and then making a phone shape with his hand and holding it to his ear. He brushes away the initial feeling of panic that has been bubbling in his chest ever since the kiss with the realization that this man is obviously not from here, so maybe that’s just the way they greet people where he’s from.
(He ignores the small voice at the back of his head calling him an idiot for even thinking of that possibility because even he’s not dumb enough to think that a kiss on the lips is a greeting custom.)
The male remains standing in the entry way, smiling kindly at Chanyeol. Unsure of what to do, Chanyeol walks into the kitchen, motioning with his hand for his guest (?) to follow him as he takes a glass out of the cabinet, and grabs the water container from the refrigerator and pours some into the cup before offering it to male.
“Here,” Chanyeol says simply, and the male takes it from his hands with a bow of his head. Chanyeol leans against the counter and slips his phone out of his pocket. He scrolls through his contacts before landing on “Jongbutt” and hitting the call button.
“This better be important because I’m eating,” a voice answers after four rings.
“There’s some guy at my house and I have no idea why,” Chanyeol says, eyes traveling to the blond who’s standing at the other side of the kitchen, cradling the glass of water in his hands as he looks around curiously. He catches Chanyeol’s gaze and he gives a smile again, and Chanyeol briefly wonders if that’s all he can do. Then again, he does have a really nice smile, the delicateness of his features rounding out and becoming softer, his eyes curving up into endearing crescents, his lips a pretty shade of pink pulling up at the corners.
“Did you try talking to him?”
“Yeah, but he speaks… a different language.”
“Well, which language?”
“I don’t know? Sounds like Mandarin Chinese,” Chanyeol adverts his gaze from the male and looks to the colored magnets on his fridge. He’s missing one, the blue one, and he wonders if it fell off.
“Give the phone to him, I’ll see what I can do,” Jongdae sighs into the phone. Chanyeol obliges and walks over to the male and holds the phone out to him. He looks at the phone with a surprised expression before he sets his glass down and takes the phone into his hands and presses it to his ear. Chanyeol notices the way the light in his eyes grows brighter, and he can only guess that Jongdae’s Mandarin is comprehensible. The male speaks a steady flow of words in that soft voice of his, and Chanyeol observes him. He becomes perplexed when the male suddenly becomes embarrassed, a healthy flush covering his cheeks, his voice taking on a gentle tone, his eyes lowering to the floor as he continues to talk.
He nods once before handing the phone back to Chanyeol, a hurt look in his eyes, and Chanyeol immediately feels a sense of remorse.
“What did you say to him?” Chanyeol snaps into the phone, or at least he tries to, but Jongdae is laughing uncontrollably on the other end.
“Congrats, man,” he laughs, the clink of dishes clattering sounds in the background. “I didn’t even know you were dating someone.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re married.”
“What?!” Chanyeol shouts into the phone, stumbling backwards in shock. It surprises the blond and he reaches out to steady Chanyeol, firm hands gripping on to his waist to keep him upright.
“Yeah, hold on I’m coming over. I have to see this.”
“Wait, Jongdae-” Chanyeol tries, but Jongdae has already ended the call. The blond’s hands are still on him, fingers gently pressing into his side, the heat of his body traveling through the layers of clothing and making Chanyeol feel warm. He’s look up at him, eyes big and filled with worry, and Chanyeol feels his face heat up because of the proximity and takes the blond’s hands in his and removes them from his body.
“Uh,” Chanyeol offers an awkward smile. He’s a bit surprised by how soft the blond’s hands are, but he brushes the observation aside as quickly as it came and releases his grip. Jongdae must be joking or misunderstood, there’s no way he’s married.
“Dude, you scored a major cutie,” is the first thing Jongdae says when he catches sight of the blond sitting on the couch. “What’s his name?”
“I’m not sure,” Chanyeol admits, sheepishly running his hand through his hair. “It never crossed my mind to ask, you know? Different languages and all.”
“Please,” Jongdae says with a roll of his eyes. He crosses his arms across his chest and shifts his weight so he’s leaning against the doorway. “It’s impolite not to introduce yourself to a guest.”
The blond looks between the two of them curiously, his head tilted slightly to the side. “Go introduce yourself,” Jongdae says, pushing his weight off the wall and nudging Chanyeol forward before going to sit in the armchair angled towards the couch and looking over at Chanyeol expectantly.
“Why can’t you just do it?” Chanyeol whines, fighting the urge to stomp his feet like a child. “You speak the language.”
“He’s your husband,” Jongdae counters, the upwards curl of his lips deepening as he raises an eyebrow challengingly.
“I’m not married,” Chanyeol grumbles under his breath, but he sits down next to the blond on the couch and stares at him. The blond smiles at him and goes to move closer, but Chanyeol hold a hand up, effectively stopping him. He glances to Jongdae who is watching them like they’re zoo animals trapped in a cage, and he clears his throat before using his hand and gesturing to himself, “Chanyeol.”
He ignores the snort from Jongdae in favoring of keeping eye contact with the blond, “Chanyeol,” he repeats, pointing at himself in the chest and nodding for effect.
“Chan…yeol,” the blond speaks hesitantly, his tongue curling awkwardly over the syllables. He repeats it to himself, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, before saying it once more and looking at Chanyeol for approval. Chanyeol nods and gives and encouraging smile, “right.”
“Luhan,” the blond - Luhan - points to himself, eyes curving up with amusement when Chanyeol’s mouth opens in shock.
“Were you not expecting him to understand?” Jongdae laughs loudly. “He’s no an idiot, Chanyeol.”
“Shut it,” Chanyeol hisses at him and then turns back to Luhan, “nice to meet you, Luhan.”
Luhan’s eyes brighten, a sparkle seeming to shine in their depths and a wide grin spreads on his pink lips at the sound of his name.
“Now what?” Chanyeol asks, shifting his gaze to Jongdae who is lazing in the armchair, feet hanging over the armrest.
“Well, maybe you should take him on a honeymoon,” Jongdae shrugs, smirking. The punk.
“Seriously, Jongdae, why do you keep saying things like this?” Chanyeol groans, “I ordered a videogame, why is there a guy on my doorstep?”
Jongdae sighs, but he sits up, “we’re going to find out.” He offers his friendliest smile to Luhan, the feline-like curl of his lips is endearing when he isn’t causing mayhem in Chanyeol’s life. He begins speaking in Mandarin, and Luhan gasps quietly, his eyes wide, and he responds, and Jongdae laughs and nods.
“What’s he saying?” Chanyeol asks, but Jongdae shushes him with a wave of his hand. He’s about to protest when he feels something grip his knee, and Chanyeol shuts his mouth, all thoughts forgotten because of the comforting weight of Luhan’s hand.
“Oh, this is interesting,” Jongdae says, snapping Chanyeol out of his thoughts and looking at him with wonder.
“What?”
“Chanyeol get your computer,” Jongdae answers instead, eyes turning back to Luhan and resuming their conversation. Instead, Chanyeol pulls out his phone and holds it to Jongdae, “it’s a smartphone.”
Jongdae tosses him a look of judgment before reaching into his own pocket and pulling out his own phone, silently saying mine is too, and simply says “computers are easier when you need multiple tabs open.”
Inwardly Chanyeol is cursing Jongdae and calling him dumb for bossing him around in his own house and who does he think he is, the jerk, but outwardly he simply sighs and rises from the couch to head to his room where his laptop is. He doesn’t think about how he might have, sort of, kind of liked the warmth of Luhan’s hand on him because that would be weird because they’re strangers.
When he’s back in the living room, Luhan is looking down at the ground with a frown, his hands clutched tightly in his lap, and his shoulders tense while Jongdae looks kind of guilty.
“What… happened? I was only gone like two minutes,” Chanyeol sets the laptop infront of Jongdae, and looks at Luhan worriedly.
“I told him you don’t believe you’re married,” Jongdae glances at Chanyeol, “it made him upset.” He starts up the laptop and waits until everything loaded before opening up a browser and typing in an address into the URL bar. “Is this where you ordered your game?” He asks once the webpage loaded and shows it to Chanyeol.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Chanyeol replies, with a nod of his head. He takes a seat on the arm rest, his long legs stretched out infront of him and bumping into Jongdae’s knee. “There was a different ad, though. The one I saw said there was a Limited Time to Rescue China’s Prince or something. I was thinking the game is targeted towards females and that there would be dragons and castles and dungeons with a hardcore female lead, but I wanted to give it a shot.”
“…Chanyeol.”
“Hm?” Chanyeol peers over at Jongdae.
“This is a mail order bride website.”
Chanyeol feels his breath catch in his throat, his eyes growing impossibly wide as he looks from Jongdae to the laptop to Luhan, his mouth opening and closing with words he’s unable to speak.
“What?” Chanyeol squeaks, which sounds strange considering how deep Chanyeol’s voice is, so hearing it high pitched and nearly hysterical would be amusing if not for the situation at hand. “What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said!” Jongdae huffs, shaking the laptop for emphasis. “That ‘China Prince’ game you thought you ordered is actually a person. It’s Luhan.”
“I - what - male!” Chanyeol stands and points to Luhan, “he’s a male! He can’t be a bride!”
“Calm down,” Jongdae hisses and sets the laptop on the floor. “You’re making him nervous too.”
Chanyeol adverts his gaze to Luhan who is gnawing on his lower lip, shoulders hunched as he tries to shrink into the couch from the volume of Chanyeol’s voice.
“He is a person, Chanyeol,” Jongdae chastises with a glare, and he moves from the armchair to sit next to Luhan and speaks in a soft tone, running his hand up and down his back. Luhan mumbles something, and he shakes his head, a sad smile on his face when he finally looks up, and Chanyeol feels his heart constricting in his chest when he sees the pain and dejection swimming in those brown eyes.
“He says he’s sorry,” Jongdae looks to Chanyeol, sympathy written all over his face. “He wants to know where the nearest hotel is.”
“No, no, I-” Chanyeol looks at Luhan. “Please stay.”
“Chanyeol, are you sure-” Jongdae starts.
“Tell him he can stay,” Chanyeol interrupts. Jongdae presses his lips together, but relays the message to Luhan who shakes his head in the negative. With a sigh, Chanyeol kneels down so he’s infront of Luhan, much to his shock, and he grips his hands in his. “Please translate what I’m going to say,” he says to Jongdae, his eyes never leaving Luhan’s.
“I’m sorry I freaked out,” he starts, eyes flickering to Jongdae who moves so he can whisper the translation to Luhan. “I was just caught by surprise. It would make me really happy if you stayed here. I’m new to this whole mail order bride-husband thing, so maybe we can figure this out together.”
When Jongdae finishes translating, Luhan looks at Chanyeol, his eyes filling with hope, and he squeezes lightly at Chanyeol’s hands as if saying he accepts, which causes a grin to spread across his face. Chanyeol might not actually have a new videogame but the way his life took an interesting twist makes him feel like he is in one.
He just needs to figure out the correct moves that will keep them both happy and Luhan staying will be a start.
Final Author’s note: hello! Thanks for reading~
Title: Ready, Start!
Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Luhan
Rating: PG
Length: 2.5K
Summary: When the doorbell rings, Chanyeol expects a package. Instead, he gets a husband.
Author's note: Thank you to the lovely yeolliepopday mod for being amazingly kind and patient and for hosting this wonderful exchange.
To my recipient, I hope you enjoy this ^^
Chanyeol has always liked videogames, especially the ones that have storylines unfolding as the games progresses with twists and turns around every corner. It makes him feel like he’s part of the game because he’s the one controlling the character on screen and making the decisions that impact the plot. So, when he sees an ad online about a new release, he doesn’t think twice about ordering it.
The sound of the doorbell ringing has Chanyeol shooting up from his couch.
“It’s finally here!” He shouts excitedly, rushing to the door and throwing it open. To his surprise, it’s not a delivery man carrying a parcel on his doorstep; instead, an extremely attractive male with honey-blond dyed hair is smiling up at him. Chanyeol opens his mouth to say something, but is unable to because the man surprises him by suddenly pulling him down and gently placing his lips on Chanyeol’s in a kiss.
What.
What?
Chanyeol remains still, eyes wide when the man pulls away with a shy smile, a light pink dusting along the high of his cheeks as he looks up at Chanyeol through long, thick lashes.
“What?” Chanyeol breaths after a silent moment passes between them, clearly confused, and he takes a step back into his house to put distance between them. “Who are you?”
The male tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing in worry, and he’s beginning to look nervous. That’s when Chanyeol notices a small luggage bag next to the man, and he almost laughs in relief, “you probably have me confused with someone else,” he says, but the man only looks at him curiously, double-lidded, brown eyes boring into his. Hesitantly, Chanyeol moves to the side, allowing entry into his house, and a delighted expression crosses the man’s face, a pretty smile blooming on his lips. The man grabs his bag and walks inside, toeing off his shoes in the entry as Chanyeol closes the door behind him.
“Who are you?” Chanyeol repeats when the man turns to look at him. The male says something, his voice soft and pleasant, but Chanyeol doesn’t understand what he’s saying, the syllables escaping the stranger’s mouth foreign and unusual to his ears, but the way his lips move is almost mesmerizing, pink lips puckering slightly when he finishes speaking.
“Do you want to call someone?” Chanyeol speaks slowly, gesturing to the man and then making a phone shape with his hand and holding it to his ear. He brushes away the initial feeling of panic that has been bubbling in his chest ever since the kiss with the realization that this man is obviously not from here, so maybe that’s just the way they greet people where he’s from.
(He ignores the small voice at the back of his head calling him an idiot for even thinking of that possibility because even he’s not dumb enough to think that a kiss on the lips is a greeting custom.)
The male remains standing in the entry way, smiling kindly at Chanyeol. Unsure of what to do, Chanyeol walks into the kitchen, motioning with his hand for his guest (?) to follow him as he takes a glass out of the cabinet, and grabs the water container from the refrigerator and pours some into the cup before offering it to male.
“Here,” Chanyeol says simply, and the male takes it from his hands with a bow of his head. Chanyeol leans against the counter and slips his phone out of his pocket. He scrolls through his contacts before landing on “Jongbutt” and hitting the call button.
“This better be important because I’m eating,” a voice answers after four rings.
“There’s some guy at my house and I have no idea why,” Chanyeol says, eyes traveling to the blond who’s standing at the other side of the kitchen, cradling the glass of water in his hands as he looks around curiously. He catches Chanyeol’s gaze and he gives a smile again, and Chanyeol briefly wonders if that’s all he can do. Then again, he does have a really nice smile, the delicateness of his features rounding out and becoming softer, his eyes curving up into endearing crescents, his lips a pretty shade of pink pulling up at the corners.
“Did you try talking to him?”
“Yeah, but he speaks… a different language.”
“Well, which language?”
“I don’t know? Sounds like Mandarin Chinese,” Chanyeol adverts his gaze from the male and looks to the colored magnets on his fridge. He’s missing one, the blue one, and he wonders if it fell off.
“Give the phone to him, I’ll see what I can do,” Jongdae sighs into the phone. Chanyeol obliges and walks over to the male and holds the phone out to him. He looks at the phone with a surprised expression before he sets his glass down and takes the phone into his hands and presses it to his ear. Chanyeol notices the way the light in his eyes grows brighter, and he can only guess that Jongdae’s Mandarin is comprehensible. The male speaks a steady flow of words in that soft voice of his, and Chanyeol observes him. He becomes perplexed when the male suddenly becomes embarrassed, a healthy flush covering his cheeks, his voice taking on a gentle tone, his eyes lowering to the floor as he continues to talk.
He nods once before handing the phone back to Chanyeol, a hurt look in his eyes, and Chanyeol immediately feels a sense of remorse.
“What did you say to him?” Chanyeol snaps into the phone, or at least he tries to, but Jongdae is laughing uncontrollably on the other end.
“Congrats, man,” he laughs, the clink of dishes clattering sounds in the background. “I didn’t even know you were dating someone.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re married.”
“What?!” Chanyeol shouts into the phone, stumbling backwards in shock. It surprises the blond and he reaches out to steady Chanyeol, firm hands gripping on to his waist to keep him upright.
“Yeah, hold on I’m coming over. I have to see this.”
“Wait, Jongdae-” Chanyeol tries, but Jongdae has already ended the call. The blond’s hands are still on him, fingers gently pressing into his side, the heat of his body traveling through the layers of clothing and making Chanyeol feel warm. He’s look up at him, eyes big and filled with worry, and Chanyeol feels his face heat up because of the proximity and takes the blond’s hands in his and removes them from his body.
“Uh,” Chanyeol offers an awkward smile. He’s a bit surprised by how soft the blond’s hands are, but he brushes the observation aside as quickly as it came and releases his grip. Jongdae must be joking or misunderstood, there’s no way he’s married.
“Dude, you scored a major cutie,” is the first thing Jongdae says when he catches sight of the blond sitting on the couch. “What’s his name?”
“I’m not sure,” Chanyeol admits, sheepishly running his hand through his hair. “It never crossed my mind to ask, you know? Different languages and all.”
“Please,” Jongdae says with a roll of his eyes. He crosses his arms across his chest and shifts his weight so he’s leaning against the doorway. “It’s impolite not to introduce yourself to a guest.”
The blond looks between the two of them curiously, his head tilted slightly to the side. “Go introduce yourself,” Jongdae says, pushing his weight off the wall and nudging Chanyeol forward before going to sit in the armchair angled towards the couch and looking over at Chanyeol expectantly.
“Why can’t you just do it?” Chanyeol whines, fighting the urge to stomp his feet like a child. “You speak the language.”
“He’s your husband,” Jongdae counters, the upwards curl of his lips deepening as he raises an eyebrow challengingly.
“I’m not married,” Chanyeol grumbles under his breath, but he sits down next to the blond on the couch and stares at him. The blond smiles at him and goes to move closer, but Chanyeol hold a hand up, effectively stopping him. He glances to Jongdae who is watching them like they’re zoo animals trapped in a cage, and he clears his throat before using his hand and gesturing to himself, “Chanyeol.”
He ignores the snort from Jongdae in favoring of keeping eye contact with the blond, “Chanyeol,” he repeats, pointing at himself in the chest and nodding for effect.
“Chan…yeol,” the blond speaks hesitantly, his tongue curling awkwardly over the syllables. He repeats it to himself, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, before saying it once more and looking at Chanyeol for approval. Chanyeol nods and gives and encouraging smile, “right.”
“Luhan,” the blond - Luhan - points to himself, eyes curving up with amusement when Chanyeol’s mouth opens in shock.
“Were you not expecting him to understand?” Jongdae laughs loudly. “He’s no an idiot, Chanyeol.”
“Shut it,” Chanyeol hisses at him and then turns back to Luhan, “nice to meet you, Luhan.”
Luhan’s eyes brighten, a sparkle seeming to shine in their depths and a wide grin spreads on his pink lips at the sound of his name.
“Now what?” Chanyeol asks, shifting his gaze to Jongdae who is lazing in the armchair, feet hanging over the armrest.
“Well, maybe you should take him on a honeymoon,” Jongdae shrugs, smirking. The punk.
“Seriously, Jongdae, why do you keep saying things like this?” Chanyeol groans, “I ordered a videogame, why is there a guy on my doorstep?”
Jongdae sighs, but he sits up, “we’re going to find out.” He offers his friendliest smile to Luhan, the feline-like curl of his lips is endearing when he isn’t causing mayhem in Chanyeol’s life. He begins speaking in Mandarin, and Luhan gasps quietly, his eyes wide, and he responds, and Jongdae laughs and nods.
“What’s he saying?” Chanyeol asks, but Jongdae shushes him with a wave of his hand. He’s about to protest when he feels something grip his knee, and Chanyeol shuts his mouth, all thoughts forgotten because of the comforting weight of Luhan’s hand.
“Oh, this is interesting,” Jongdae says, snapping Chanyeol out of his thoughts and looking at him with wonder.
“What?”
“Chanyeol get your computer,” Jongdae answers instead, eyes turning back to Luhan and resuming their conversation. Instead, Chanyeol pulls out his phone and holds it to Jongdae, “it’s a smartphone.”
Jongdae tosses him a look of judgment before reaching into his own pocket and pulling out his own phone, silently saying mine is too, and simply says “computers are easier when you need multiple tabs open.”
Inwardly Chanyeol is cursing Jongdae and calling him dumb for bossing him around in his own house and who does he think he is, the jerk, but outwardly he simply sighs and rises from the couch to head to his room where his laptop is. He doesn’t think about how he might have, sort of, kind of liked the warmth of Luhan’s hand on him because that would be weird because they’re strangers.
When he’s back in the living room, Luhan is looking down at the ground with a frown, his hands clutched tightly in his lap, and his shoulders tense while Jongdae looks kind of guilty.
“What… happened? I was only gone like two minutes,” Chanyeol sets the laptop infront of Jongdae, and looks at Luhan worriedly.
“I told him you don’t believe you’re married,” Jongdae glances at Chanyeol, “it made him upset.” He starts up the laptop and waits until everything loaded before opening up a browser and typing in an address into the URL bar. “Is this where you ordered your game?” He asks once the webpage loaded and shows it to Chanyeol.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Chanyeol replies, with a nod of his head. He takes a seat on the arm rest, his long legs stretched out infront of him and bumping into Jongdae’s knee. “There was a different ad, though. The one I saw said there was a Limited Time to Rescue China’s Prince or something. I was thinking the game is targeted towards females and that there would be dragons and castles and dungeons with a hardcore female lead, but I wanted to give it a shot.”
“…Chanyeol.”
“Hm?” Chanyeol peers over at Jongdae.
“This is a mail order bride website.”
Chanyeol feels his breath catch in his throat, his eyes growing impossibly wide as he looks from Jongdae to the laptop to Luhan, his mouth opening and closing with words he’s unable to speak.
“What?” Chanyeol squeaks, which sounds strange considering how deep Chanyeol’s voice is, so hearing it high pitched and nearly hysterical would be amusing if not for the situation at hand. “What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said!” Jongdae huffs, shaking the laptop for emphasis. “That ‘China Prince’ game you thought you ordered is actually a person. It’s Luhan.”
“I - what - male!” Chanyeol stands and points to Luhan, “he’s a male! He can’t be a bride!”
“Calm down,” Jongdae hisses and sets the laptop on the floor. “You’re making him nervous too.”
Chanyeol adverts his gaze to Luhan who is gnawing on his lower lip, shoulders hunched as he tries to shrink into the couch from the volume of Chanyeol’s voice.
“He is a person, Chanyeol,” Jongdae chastises with a glare, and he moves from the armchair to sit next to Luhan and speaks in a soft tone, running his hand up and down his back. Luhan mumbles something, and he shakes his head, a sad smile on his face when he finally looks up, and Chanyeol feels his heart constricting in his chest when he sees the pain and dejection swimming in those brown eyes.
“He says he’s sorry,” Jongdae looks to Chanyeol, sympathy written all over his face. “He wants to know where the nearest hotel is.”
“No, no, I-” Chanyeol looks at Luhan. “Please stay.”
“Chanyeol, are you sure-” Jongdae starts.
“Tell him he can stay,” Chanyeol interrupts. Jongdae presses his lips together, but relays the message to Luhan who shakes his head in the negative. With a sigh, Chanyeol kneels down so he’s infront of Luhan, much to his shock, and he grips his hands in his. “Please translate what I’m going to say,” he says to Jongdae, his eyes never leaving Luhan’s.
“I’m sorry I freaked out,” he starts, eyes flickering to Jongdae who moves so he can whisper the translation to Luhan. “I was just caught by surprise. It would make me really happy if you stayed here. I’m new to this whole mail order bride-husband thing, so maybe we can figure this out together.”
When Jongdae finishes translating, Luhan looks at Chanyeol, his eyes filling with hope, and he squeezes lightly at Chanyeol’s hands as if saying he accepts, which causes a grin to spread across his face. Chanyeol might not actually have a new videogame but the way his life took an interesting twist makes him feel like he is in one.
He just needs to figure out the correct moves that will keep them both happy and Luhan staying will be a start.
Final Author’s note: hello! Thanks for reading~