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fairgrounds | pg | 628 | chanyeol/jongin
for brittany, and to prove that i can still do what i want to do
"I wanna ride the tilt-a-whirl again~" Chanyeol is whining, slipping his arm around Jongin's and leading the both of them in that direction insistently.
"No, Chanyeol," and Jongin is pulling the other way, the overly-appetizing scents of funnel cakes and hot dogs attempting to lure him in with coaxing fingers and a voice that seems to sing out his name, "I'm starving, I'm getting a headache from being so hungry, can we please go get something to eat."
Chanyeol, a grown-ass man with a full two inches on his boyfriend, is pouting, and Jongin swears he sees overlarge ears wiggling with sadness. "I guess we can go get something to eat," he sighs out exasperatedly, shaking his head. Jongin knows it's a ploy, that if he acts like the puppy that had gotten kicked then he'll probably get what he wants in the end. So he frowns and shakes his head and drags the two of them off towards a food cart, all lit up with strings of overlarge bulbs hanging overhead and sounding off with vendors attempting to peddle their distinctly delicious trademark wares.
Jongin is craving a corndog. Several corndogs, in fact, and a slice of apple pie, hot and served with a slice of cheese on top. He doesn't usually like this about the country fairs he and Chanyeol get themselves to during the season, the fact that they serve their food in ways that people in the city wouldn't be caught dead eating, but for some reason it just sounds... homey. Nice. Comforting. After the awful experience he'd had in the moonbounce -- Chanyeol's idea, obviously, not his own; he knows they're far too old to be hopping around in an inflatable castle, but Chanyeol, ever childish, had demanded that they do at least one fun, not-scary thing together before sending Jongin off to what was certain to end in nausea and extreme disorientation -- he needs something that will make him feel at least a little grounded.
Chanyeol, though, as soon as they step up to the window and the teen girl at the window is ready for them, bursts out with, "Do you guys have cotton candy here?" The girl, biting her lip and looking definitively uncertain, nods. "Good! I want cotton candy. Two, if you've got them. And then... whatever he wants. I've got this." Silently Jongin exhales, thanking the powers that be that Chanyeol hadn't ordered for him this time.
When they're making towards the picnic tables, set with lanterns that keep away pesky mosquitos and draw beautiful moths towards them, Chanyeol leans over and kisses Jongin on the cheek, thanking him. "For what?" Jongin asks, slurred a little bit by the remainder of cornbread and hot dog resting on his tongue. He swallows and repeats himself, and Chanyeol grins, tearing a thick thread of spun sugar off his stick. He thinks he's being sneaky; he most certainly is not. There is absolutely nothing subtle about trying to jam a strand of candy between Jongin's lips and accidentally sticking it right between his eyes.
Jongin stares.
Chanyeol stares back.
They're in a deadlock for a long moment before Jongin puts his arm around Chanyeol, guides them both to the picnic table and sets his stuff down so that he can extract the sugar from the bridge of his nose and instead stick it to Chanyeol's forehead.
"Dork," he mumbles affectionately, pressing a kiss to Chanyeol's lips, tasting the cotton candy he'd been munching on just a moment beforehand as the tip of his tongue traces an affectionate line against the curve of Chanyeol's upper lip. "Aim better next time, yeah?"
And Chanyeol just nods, accepting. They slump against one another, shoulder-to-bicep, and stare up together at the darknening sky, Jongin intermittently feeding his boyfriend bites of pie and cheese.
for brittany, and to prove that i can still do what i want to do
"I wanna ride the tilt-a-whirl again~" Chanyeol is whining, slipping his arm around Jongin's and leading the both of them in that direction insistently.
"No, Chanyeol," and Jongin is pulling the other way, the overly-appetizing scents of funnel cakes and hot dogs attempting to lure him in with coaxing fingers and a voice that seems to sing out his name, "I'm starving, I'm getting a headache from being so hungry, can we please go get something to eat."
Chanyeol, a grown-ass man with a full two inches on his boyfriend, is pouting, and Jongin swears he sees overlarge ears wiggling with sadness. "I guess we can go get something to eat," he sighs out exasperatedly, shaking his head. Jongin knows it's a ploy, that if he acts like the puppy that had gotten kicked then he'll probably get what he wants in the end. So he frowns and shakes his head and drags the two of them off towards a food cart, all lit up with strings of overlarge bulbs hanging overhead and sounding off with vendors attempting to peddle their distinctly delicious trademark wares.
Jongin is craving a corndog. Several corndogs, in fact, and a slice of apple pie, hot and served with a slice of cheese on top. He doesn't usually like this about the country fairs he and Chanyeol get themselves to during the season, the fact that they serve their food in ways that people in the city wouldn't be caught dead eating, but for some reason it just sounds... homey. Nice. Comforting. After the awful experience he'd had in the moonbounce -- Chanyeol's idea, obviously, not his own; he knows they're far too old to be hopping around in an inflatable castle, but Chanyeol, ever childish, had demanded that they do at least one fun, not-scary thing together before sending Jongin off to what was certain to end in nausea and extreme disorientation -- he needs something that will make him feel at least a little grounded.
Chanyeol, though, as soon as they step up to the window and the teen girl at the window is ready for them, bursts out with, "Do you guys have cotton candy here?" The girl, biting her lip and looking definitively uncertain, nods. "Good! I want cotton candy. Two, if you've got them. And then... whatever he wants. I've got this." Silently Jongin exhales, thanking the powers that be that Chanyeol hadn't ordered for him this time.
When they're making towards the picnic tables, set with lanterns that keep away pesky mosquitos and draw beautiful moths towards them, Chanyeol leans over and kisses Jongin on the cheek, thanking him. "For what?" Jongin asks, slurred a little bit by the remainder of cornbread and hot dog resting on his tongue. He swallows and repeats himself, and Chanyeol grins, tearing a thick thread of spun sugar off his stick. He thinks he's being sneaky; he most certainly is not. There is absolutely nothing subtle about trying to jam a strand of candy between Jongin's lips and accidentally sticking it right between his eyes.
Jongin stares.
Chanyeol stares back.
They're in a deadlock for a long moment before Jongin puts his arm around Chanyeol, guides them both to the picnic table and sets his stuff down so that he can extract the sugar from the bridge of his nose and instead stick it to Chanyeol's forehead.
"Dork," he mumbles affectionately, pressing a kiss to Chanyeol's lips, tasting the cotton candy he'd been munching on just a moment beforehand as the tip of his tongue traces an affectionate line against the curve of Chanyeol's upper lip. "Aim better next time, yeah?"
And Chanyeol just nods, accepting. They slump against one another, shoulder-to-bicep, and stare up together at the darknening sky, Jongin intermittently feeding his boyfriend bites of pie and cheese.