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kkaeppsong2015-02-11 06:25 pm
baekri) wrote in kkaeppsong2015-02-11 06:25 pm
o8.
walking each other home after a crazy party and all your friends are drunk
kaiyeol
455 words
minseok is the best and the worst friend that chanyeol could ever have. that's what he finds himself thinking when said friend decides on an impromptu get together at the bar they frequent at least once a week. he masks it, presents things under the guise of celebrating some kind of milestone for his coffee shop but chanyeol isn't stupid.
it's a thursday night. chanyeol has run into jongin more than a handful of times here on thursday nights, and minseok knows it. it's written all over his face when he insists that jongin join them, ambushing him as soon as he comes through the door.
by the end of the night, chanyeol is practically sober and jongin's nursed a couple of beers. when everyone is filtering out and minseok has to practically carry luhan to a taxi, chanyeol decides that he should walk jongin home.
it's an innocent gesture. friendly, because he wants to make sure he gets home alright even if neither of them are drunk. the walk isn't awkward, even when conversation lulls into an easy kind of silence and chanyeol hopes it isn't obvious when he keeps stealing glances here and there.
when they get to jongin's door, he stops before the two steps up.
"jongin?" he asks softly, almost hesitantly, but it's enough to catch his attention. jongin turns, curious and amused to find that when he's standing on the steps like this, he's a little taller than chanyeol.
"can i stop being sejin's teacher for a minute?"
jongin blinks, not entirely sure he's following along but there's something in his stomach that tells him he is.
"sure? go for it."
"i'm going to try something ... if you don't like it, i'll stop being just chanyeol. i'll just be the preschool teacher."
jongin knows exactly what's going to happen but he doesn't expect how warm and soft chanyeol's lips are. he's the first to pull back, leaving chanyeol leaning up and chasing for more but jongin's kind of an expert at playing hard to get.
maybe it's the couple of beers but it's definitely a part of his personality that hasn't shown itself in a long time when he reaches back to wrap his fingers around the doorknob. he doesn't say anything else, simply pushing against it with a grin, stepping backwards until he's inside and the door is closed again.
chanyeol walks home on cloud nine, even if it's a confusing kind of cloud nine. by the time he gets to his own place he has a text message that he reads at the door, smiling while he takes off his shoes.
from: jongin ♡
good night, chanyeol
from: park chanyeol
just chanyeol? ;)
from: jongin ♡
just chanyeol.
from: park chanyeol
♡
kaiyeol
455 words
minseok is the best and the worst friend that chanyeol could ever have. that's what he finds himself thinking when said friend decides on an impromptu get together at the bar they frequent at least once a week. he masks it, presents things under the guise of celebrating some kind of milestone for his coffee shop but chanyeol isn't stupid.
it's a thursday night. chanyeol has run into jongin more than a handful of times here on thursday nights, and minseok knows it. it's written all over his face when he insists that jongin join them, ambushing him as soon as he comes through the door.
by the end of the night, chanyeol is practically sober and jongin's nursed a couple of beers. when everyone is filtering out and minseok has to practically carry luhan to a taxi, chanyeol decides that he should walk jongin home.
it's an innocent gesture. friendly, because he wants to make sure he gets home alright even if neither of them are drunk. the walk isn't awkward, even when conversation lulls into an easy kind of silence and chanyeol hopes it isn't obvious when he keeps stealing glances here and there.
when they get to jongin's door, he stops before the two steps up.
"jongin?" he asks softly, almost hesitantly, but it's enough to catch his attention. jongin turns, curious and amused to find that when he's standing on the steps like this, he's a little taller than chanyeol.
"can i stop being sejin's teacher for a minute?"
jongin blinks, not entirely sure he's following along but there's something in his stomach that tells him he is.
"sure? go for it."
"i'm going to try something ... if you don't like it, i'll stop being just chanyeol. i'll just be the preschool teacher."
jongin knows exactly what's going to happen but he doesn't expect how warm and soft chanyeol's lips are. he's the first to pull back, leaving chanyeol leaning up and chasing for more but jongin's kind of an expert at playing hard to get.
maybe it's the couple of beers but it's definitely a part of his personality that hasn't shown itself in a long time when he reaches back to wrap his fingers around the doorknob. he doesn't say anything else, simply pushing against it with a grin, stepping backwards until he's inside and the door is closed again.
chanyeol walks home on cloud nine, even if it's a confusing kind of cloud nine. by the time he gets to his own place he has a text message that he reads at the door, smiling while he takes off his shoes.
from: jongin ♡
good night, chanyeol
from: park chanyeol
just chanyeol? ;)
from: jongin ♡
just chanyeol.
from: park chanyeol
♡