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spring break | pg-13 | 842 | kaiyeol
for brittany as part of the many kisses meme.
"So what are you gonna do when you come back for the summer?"
Chanyeol's got a camera trained on Jongin, his next door neighbor, the boy he's loved all his life, who is sitting at the edge of his bed, dressed in black and shy as the day they met damn near twenty years ago. Jongin fidgets under the gaze of the lens, eyebrows bunched up like he's about to cry, then takes a long look at Chanyeol's shoes, worn-out Vans slip-ons that have seen better lifetimes, never mind today. "I don't know," he says after a long pause, tone serious. "I guess it'll go a lot like this last break just did. Spending time with you."
"Is that all?" Chanyeol teases, inching the camera closer to Jongin's lips, intending upon taking a photo of just them to get off to when they part ways tomorrow. But then Jongin's got this serious face on and instead of pouting he's frowning and it's no fun to jerk one's dick to a sad kinda frowny face, nope, not at all. So Chanyeol puts the camera aside, climbs into bed with Jongin, pulling him back with arms fit round that tiny waist of his. "C'mere, you."
Jongin moves in for kisses, and it's like, coordinated, like they've been doing it this entire break. They have, but they've never been good at grace when it comes to working in tandem, Chanyeol too eager and Jongin too shy. He presses his lips to the corner of Chanyeol's mouth, skillfully avoiding the frames of Chanyeol's fake-ass black-rimmed hipster glasses and preening when he doesn't get poked in the eye. "Is that all," he mutters, grinning so that his eyes wrinkle at the corners.
Chanyeol's heart almost explodes. Almost. But then he gets to thinking, which is probably a horrible thing to be when you're caught up in a lip lock with Kim Jongin, Most Adorable Most Sexiest Most Perfectest Boy Next Door Of All Time. "What do you mean, mister," he asks gently, trying to keep the accusation out of his voice. "I was only thinking that there's probably stuff you wanna do besides hang out with me."
"No," Jongin insists, pouting for real now, hand planted on Chanyeol's hip to show his attitude towards the whole situation. "It really is all I wanna do."
"Oh." Chanyeol flushes a faint rosy shade, and goes in for another kiss, letting his eyes fall closed and his body take over. He skirts fingertips along the line of Jongin's hip as it pokes out from under the hem of his black muscle shirt, the one he only really wears for dancing but he'd chosen today because Chanyeol was gonna teach him how to skate. "I'm flattered that you'd devote your time to me, sir."
"Hyung," and Jongin's whiny now, uncharacteristically so, supposedly a habit of his best-friend-back-at-school, his roommate Sehun. "Quit acting like you're surprised that I want to be with you. We both know you're the one settling here."
"That is a blatant lie. You are perfect in every way that it is possible for a human being to be perfect."
They lay like this, side by side, arms tangled, Chanyeol reaching out every so often to boop the tip of Jongin's nose. The gesture makes Jongin laugh, and Chanyeol loves Jongin's laugh most of all.
Then the reality of the situation settles over them. Jongin is going back to school tomorrow, a million and a half miles away, and Chanyeol is still going to be here, living with his parents, trying and failing at finding a job or at least a way of making money until he figures out what it is that he likes to do most. He feels a distinct sense of failure, and it must show on his face, because Jongin arches forward, kisses the bow of Chanyeol's lips tenderly.
"You're fine, this is fine. I'm gonna graduate next year, and then we can get a place, we'll both have some money by then. Don't worry so much."
It's strange, being the one that needs reassuring, but Chanyeol appreciates it. "I love you," he mumbles, closing his eyes and moving in closer so that he can rest his face in Jongin's dark hair. "I love you so much."
Jongin has only said it a handful of times, it's always just been an implied thing -- to him words are important, whereas Chanyeol is pretty sure he told the mailwoman he loved her when she brought him his mail-order sex toys with the utmost discretion -- but here he pauses. Anticipation strikes Chanyeol; his heart stutters in his chest.
"I love you, too," Jongin says, calm and steady, then kisses Chanyeol's lips with equal parts tenderness and fervor. "I love you so much. You have no idea."
And for a moment, Chanyeol is in deep wonderment that this boy, this incredible human being, could ever want anything to do with him, let alone love him. He blinks back an onslaught of tears, cups Jongin's cheek in his palm, thumb tracing the hollow just beneath his eye. "I think I have some idea."
for brittany as part of the many kisses meme.
"So what are you gonna do when you come back for the summer?"
Chanyeol's got a camera trained on Jongin, his next door neighbor, the boy he's loved all his life, who is sitting at the edge of his bed, dressed in black and shy as the day they met damn near twenty years ago. Jongin fidgets under the gaze of the lens, eyebrows bunched up like he's about to cry, then takes a long look at Chanyeol's shoes, worn-out Vans slip-ons that have seen better lifetimes, never mind today. "I don't know," he says after a long pause, tone serious. "I guess it'll go a lot like this last break just did. Spending time with you."
"Is that all?" Chanyeol teases, inching the camera closer to Jongin's lips, intending upon taking a photo of just them to get off to when they part ways tomorrow. But then Jongin's got this serious face on and instead of pouting he's frowning and it's no fun to jerk one's dick to a sad kinda frowny face, nope, not at all. So Chanyeol puts the camera aside, climbs into bed with Jongin, pulling him back with arms fit round that tiny waist of his. "C'mere, you."
Jongin moves in for kisses, and it's like, coordinated, like they've been doing it this entire break. They have, but they've never been good at grace when it comes to working in tandem, Chanyeol too eager and Jongin too shy. He presses his lips to the corner of Chanyeol's mouth, skillfully avoiding the frames of Chanyeol's fake-ass black-rimmed hipster glasses and preening when he doesn't get poked in the eye. "Is that all," he mutters, grinning so that his eyes wrinkle at the corners.
Chanyeol's heart almost explodes. Almost. But then he gets to thinking, which is probably a horrible thing to be when you're caught up in a lip lock with Kim Jongin, Most Adorable Most Sexiest Most Perfectest Boy Next Door Of All Time. "What do you mean, mister," he asks gently, trying to keep the accusation out of his voice. "I was only thinking that there's probably stuff you wanna do besides hang out with me."
"No," Jongin insists, pouting for real now, hand planted on Chanyeol's hip to show his attitude towards the whole situation. "It really is all I wanna do."
"Oh." Chanyeol flushes a faint rosy shade, and goes in for another kiss, letting his eyes fall closed and his body take over. He skirts fingertips along the line of Jongin's hip as it pokes out from under the hem of his black muscle shirt, the one he only really wears for dancing but he'd chosen today because Chanyeol was gonna teach him how to skate. "I'm flattered that you'd devote your time to me, sir."
"Hyung," and Jongin's whiny now, uncharacteristically so, supposedly a habit of his best-friend-back-at-school, his roommate Sehun. "Quit acting like you're surprised that I want to be with you. We both know you're the one settling here."
"That is a blatant lie. You are perfect in every way that it is possible for a human being to be perfect."
They lay like this, side by side, arms tangled, Chanyeol reaching out every so often to boop the tip of Jongin's nose. The gesture makes Jongin laugh, and Chanyeol loves Jongin's laugh most of all.
Then the reality of the situation settles over them. Jongin is going back to school tomorrow, a million and a half miles away, and Chanyeol is still going to be here, living with his parents, trying and failing at finding a job or at least a way of making money until he figures out what it is that he likes to do most. He feels a distinct sense of failure, and it must show on his face, because Jongin arches forward, kisses the bow of Chanyeol's lips tenderly.
"You're fine, this is fine. I'm gonna graduate next year, and then we can get a place, we'll both have some money by then. Don't worry so much."
It's strange, being the one that needs reassuring, but Chanyeol appreciates it. "I love you," he mumbles, closing his eyes and moving in closer so that he can rest his face in Jongin's dark hair. "I love you so much."
Jongin has only said it a handful of times, it's always just been an implied thing -- to him words are important, whereas Chanyeol is pretty sure he told the mailwoman he loved her when she brought him his mail-order sex toys with the utmost discretion -- but here he pauses. Anticipation strikes Chanyeol; his heart stutters in his chest.
"I love you, too," Jongin says, calm and steady, then kisses Chanyeol's lips with equal parts tenderness and fervor. "I love you so much. You have no idea."
And for a moment, Chanyeol is in deep wonderment that this boy, this incredible human being, could ever want anything to do with him, let alone love him. He blinks back an onslaught of tears, cups Jongin's cheek in his palm, thumb tracing the hollow just beneath his eye. "I think I have some idea."