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kkaeppsong2015-02-05 09:05 pm
baekri) wrote in kkaeppsong2015-02-05 09:05 pm
o2.
hatorade
chanbaek
405 words
baekhyun is sitting on the counter, pouting while chanyeol tries to macgyver some kind of ice pack out of what he can find in the kitchen. he's never been here before, some random house party and that's probably for the best considering everything that's gone down in the last ten minutes.
he manages, wrapping some ice in a paper towel and pressing it against baekhyun's jaw. the smaller boy jerks back a little and chanyeol just clicks his tongue, pressing in harder. "can't you be a little gentler?" he hisses, but chanyeol is tipsy and he honestly can't be too bothered. baekhyun isn't made of porcelain, and really the fact that he's even holding a jank ice pack to his boyfriend's soon-to-be-bruised face should be enough to get him some brownie points. this isn't the first time that they've dealt with this. baekhyun is a firecracker and trouble seems to follow him around. chanyeol's job is to mediate and deal with the aftermath, and he'd like to think that he does a damn good job.
"shut up." the words may be a little blunt but his tone is somewhere between fond and exasperated. it's enough to pacify the boy and earn chanyeol a small smile, one that widens when he decides to abandon the ice pack in favor of passing him another shot instead.
"what even happened? you were fine and then you were giving someone a bloody nose."
it would be nice if the words were an exaggeration, but they aren't. baekhyun's temper is no joke and his hapkido skills are something worth bragging about. sometimes chanyeol wonders what it would be like if baekhyun had a more destructive gift than light, but it's for the best that this is the most damage he can do. for everyone's sake.
"i don't fucking know," baekhyun grumbles, grimacing against the burn of cheap vodka and passing the shot glass back to chanyeol. "he was talking shit and then he told me to stop sipping hatorade."
there's a pause.
"i don't even know what that means," chanyeol finally comes out with.
"me either. that's why i kicked him in the face."
chanyeol lets out a loud snort of laughter and kisses baekhyun square on the mouth. it doesn't matter if he tastes like cheap alcohol and acts on too many impulses. baekhyun's the thing that lights up the fire, and he can't imagine anything better than this.
chanbaek
405 words
baekhyun is sitting on the counter, pouting while chanyeol tries to macgyver some kind of ice pack out of what he can find in the kitchen. he's never been here before, some random house party and that's probably for the best considering everything that's gone down in the last ten minutes.
he manages, wrapping some ice in a paper towel and pressing it against baekhyun's jaw. the smaller boy jerks back a little and chanyeol just clicks his tongue, pressing in harder. "can't you be a little gentler?" he hisses, but chanyeol is tipsy and he honestly can't be too bothered. baekhyun isn't made of porcelain, and really the fact that he's even holding a jank ice pack to his boyfriend's soon-to-be-bruised face should be enough to get him some brownie points. this isn't the first time that they've dealt with this. baekhyun is a firecracker and trouble seems to follow him around. chanyeol's job is to mediate and deal with the aftermath, and he'd like to think that he does a damn good job.
"shut up." the words may be a little blunt but his tone is somewhere between fond and exasperated. it's enough to pacify the boy and earn chanyeol a small smile, one that widens when he decides to abandon the ice pack in favor of passing him another shot instead.
"what even happened? you were fine and then you were giving someone a bloody nose."
it would be nice if the words were an exaggeration, but they aren't. baekhyun's temper is no joke and his hapkido skills are something worth bragging about. sometimes chanyeol wonders what it would be like if baekhyun had a more destructive gift than light, but it's for the best that this is the most damage he can do. for everyone's sake.
"i don't fucking know," baekhyun grumbles, grimacing against the burn of cheap vodka and passing the shot glass back to chanyeol. "he was talking shit and then he told me to stop sipping hatorade."
there's a pause.
"i don't even know what that means," chanyeol finally comes out with.
"me either. that's why i kicked him in the face."
chanyeol lets out a loud snort of laughter and kisses baekhyun square on the mouth. it doesn't matter if he tastes like cheap alcohol and acts on too many impulses. baekhyun's the thing that lights up the fire, and he can't imagine anything better than this.