sense of a spark
title: sense of a spark
pairing: chanyeol/sulli
genre: fluff/romance, au
rating: pg
words: ~1k
summary: chanyeol and jinri are just too tall kids with a habit of laughing too much.
notes: i got bored and wanted to write drabbles so...yeah. for den & kendall!
“You should get a bigger bed,” Jinri says offhandedly as she flips through one of Chanyeol’s magazines, her feet dangling carelessly off the edge of his twin sized mattress. “We barely fit on this one anymore.”
Chanyeol lets out a laugh and nudges her feet with one of his own. “We haven’t fit on it in years,” he says, shrugging. He’s had the same bed since he was five years old. “You never complained about it before.”
Jinri shrugs and blows a strand of stray hair away from her face. “Well, that was before you had a growth spurt and grew to be five million feet tall.” She gives him a look and laughs at the pout that is given to her in return. “Now whenever we hang out in your room like this, your stupid gangly legs take up all the room.”
“Excuse you,” Chanyeol retorts, shifting so that he can see his best friend’s face properly. “Your legs are stupid and gangly, too.”
She knows it’s true but she shoves him anyway, because hey, that’s no way to speak to a girl. “At least scoot over!” she complains, shoving him again. Chanyeol whines and shoves lightly back.
“It’s my bed,” he says. “If you’re uncomfortable, then get off. Lay on the floor for all I care.”
Jinri scoffs. “I’m the guest! If anyone should lie on the floor, it’s you.”
“You’re not a guest,” Chanyeol says, rolling his eyes. “My mom loves you more than she loves me. Now beat it, shorty.”
Chanyeol then proceeds to push Jinri off of the bed (subsequently falling off of it, himself), all the while fighting her claw like fingernails and protests of “I’m not short! I’m 170 centimeters!” Eventually, the two end up in a fit of laughter on the bedroom floor, one that only escalates when Chanyeol’s “stupid gangly legs” manage to knock over a glass of soda that had been sitting on his nightstand.
“Idiot!” Jinri shouts, jumping slightly in surprise as the cold liquid sloshes out of the glass and onto her bare legs. Chanyeol’s face pales for a moment before he breaks out into more loud guffaws, his eyes and nose crinkling up in laughter.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says, moving to pick up the (luckily not broken) glass cup.
“Now my legs are all sticky,” Jinri pouts as she adjusts the hem of her shorts to check for stains. Luckily, the soda seems to have only gotten on her legs and not her clothing. Chanyeol is still laughing when he crawls over to wipe her legs off with a stray t-shirt he found on the ground, not at all thinking about how Jinri may not want his dirty clothes rubbed up against her skin.
Of course, she is quick to bring this to his attention. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” she shouts, scooting away from him in disgust. “Stop rubbing my legs with your sweaty clothes, you perv.”
Chanyeol frowns and only crawls towards her once more. “I’m not a perv! I’m just trying to help.”
“Well stop!” He reaches for her leg again and Jinri squeals, kicking his hands away with her feet. “Chanyeol! Stop!”
“Jinri! Stay still!” he says, mocking her urgent tone with a smirk. Jinri pouts and kicks at him some more, but Chanyeol, ever so stubborn, just continues to try to dry off her legs with his shirt. After a good thirty seconds of struggle, the younger gets in a good kick to the chest and Chanyeol coughs, falling over in shock. “Ow. Shit, Jinri. What was that for?” he mumbles into the damp carpet.
“Stop trying to molest me,” she says, standing up and wiping off her legs with her hands.
Chanyeol sighs and pushes himself up off the ground. When he is fully standing he finds that Jinri’s face is awfully close to his, and he begins to feel some heat rising up his neck. “I wasn’t trying to molest you,” he mumbles, still pouting. Jinri rolls her eyes and steps closer, unexpectedly wrapping her arms around his built frame for a hug.
“Okay,” she sighs into his shoulder, and Chanyeol feels his breath hitch because this came out of nowhere - and Jinri is rarely this affectionate. She may be playful and violent, sure, but never affectionate. His blush deepens.
“Uh…” he trails off, awkwardly patting her back. He’s been best friends with Jinri for years, but he can only recall one other time when they had hugged. And that was when they were nine, so he isn’t quite sure how to react.
Jinri laughs and steps away from him, giving him a look. “No need to be so awkward, you big dumb,” she says, reaching out to knock him on the head with one of her fists. “You make it seem like you’ve never hugged a girl before.”
Chanyeol lets out a nervous chuckle and smiles, but says nothing. He’s hugged plenty of girls, after all. But he’s never hugged one like Jinri. Jinri, who is actually tall enough to rest her head on his shoulder, who never smells like perfume but instead smells like the strawberry flavored gum she’s always chewing, and who is not afraid of calling him an idiot or punching him in the gut. Jinri, his best friend, who is looking at him right now with the most disdainful yet teasing look, and whom Chanyeol loves with all his heart.
“Whatever,” he finally says, scratching the back of his head and laughing some more.
“Yeah, whatever,” Jinri responds, rolling her eyes one last time for good measure. “Now come on, gangly legs. Come to the bathroom with me so I can wash off my calves.”
Chanyeol stares for a moment before asking, “You’re not going accuse me of molesting you again, are you?”
Jinri laughs and takes his hand, pulling him behind her as she makes her way towards the tiny bathroom attached to Chanyeol’s room.
“Maybe, or maybe not,” she says, and Chanyeol gulps, because when his best friend is vague it always it means trouble. But he follows her anyway, heart beating unnecessarily fast and teeth clenched, because this is Jinri, and he would follow her anywhere…even into potentially dangerous situations.
After all, he’s an idiot - but he’s Jinri’s idiot, and he thinks that might be okay.
pairing: chanyeol/sulli
genre: fluff/romance, au
rating: pg
words: ~1k
summary: chanyeol and jinri are just too tall kids with a habit of laughing too much.
notes: i got bored and wanted to write drabbles so...yeah. for den & kendall!
“You should get a bigger bed,” Jinri says offhandedly as she flips through one of Chanyeol’s magazines, her feet dangling carelessly off the edge of his twin sized mattress. “We barely fit on this one anymore.”
Chanyeol lets out a laugh and nudges her feet with one of his own. “We haven’t fit on it in years,” he says, shrugging. He’s had the same bed since he was five years old. “You never complained about it before.”
Jinri shrugs and blows a strand of stray hair away from her face. “Well, that was before you had a growth spurt and grew to be five million feet tall.” She gives him a look and laughs at the pout that is given to her in return. “Now whenever we hang out in your room like this, your stupid gangly legs take up all the room.”
“Excuse you,” Chanyeol retorts, shifting so that he can see his best friend’s face properly. “Your legs are stupid and gangly, too.”
She knows it’s true but she shoves him anyway, because hey, that’s no way to speak to a girl. “At least scoot over!” she complains, shoving him again. Chanyeol whines and shoves lightly back.
“It’s my bed,” he says. “If you’re uncomfortable, then get off. Lay on the floor for all I care.”
Jinri scoffs. “I’m the guest! If anyone should lie on the floor, it’s you.”
“You’re not a guest,” Chanyeol says, rolling his eyes. “My mom loves you more than she loves me. Now beat it, shorty.”
Chanyeol then proceeds to push Jinri off of the bed (subsequently falling off of it, himself), all the while fighting her claw like fingernails and protests of “I’m not short! I’m 170 centimeters!” Eventually, the two end up in a fit of laughter on the bedroom floor, one that only escalates when Chanyeol’s “stupid gangly legs” manage to knock over a glass of soda that had been sitting on his nightstand.
“Idiot!” Jinri shouts, jumping slightly in surprise as the cold liquid sloshes out of the glass and onto her bare legs. Chanyeol’s face pales for a moment before he breaks out into more loud guffaws, his eyes and nose crinkling up in laughter.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says, moving to pick up the (luckily not broken) glass cup.
“Now my legs are all sticky,” Jinri pouts as she adjusts the hem of her shorts to check for stains. Luckily, the soda seems to have only gotten on her legs and not her clothing. Chanyeol is still laughing when he crawls over to wipe her legs off with a stray t-shirt he found on the ground, not at all thinking about how Jinri may not want his dirty clothes rubbed up against her skin.
Of course, she is quick to bring this to his attention. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” she shouts, scooting away from him in disgust. “Stop rubbing my legs with your sweaty clothes, you perv.”
Chanyeol frowns and only crawls towards her once more. “I’m not a perv! I’m just trying to help.”
“Well stop!” He reaches for her leg again and Jinri squeals, kicking his hands away with her feet. “Chanyeol! Stop!”
“Jinri! Stay still!” he says, mocking her urgent tone with a smirk. Jinri pouts and kicks at him some more, but Chanyeol, ever so stubborn, just continues to try to dry off her legs with his shirt. After a good thirty seconds of struggle, the younger gets in a good kick to the chest and Chanyeol coughs, falling over in shock. “Ow. Shit, Jinri. What was that for?” he mumbles into the damp carpet.
“Stop trying to molest me,” she says, standing up and wiping off her legs with her hands.
Chanyeol sighs and pushes himself up off the ground. When he is fully standing he finds that Jinri’s face is awfully close to his, and he begins to feel some heat rising up his neck. “I wasn’t trying to molest you,” he mumbles, still pouting. Jinri rolls her eyes and steps closer, unexpectedly wrapping her arms around his built frame for a hug.
“Okay,” she sighs into his shoulder, and Chanyeol feels his breath hitch because this came out of nowhere - and Jinri is rarely this affectionate. She may be playful and violent, sure, but never affectionate. His blush deepens.
“Uh…” he trails off, awkwardly patting her back. He’s been best friends with Jinri for years, but he can only recall one other time when they had hugged. And that was when they were nine, so he isn’t quite sure how to react.
Jinri laughs and steps away from him, giving him a look. “No need to be so awkward, you big dumb,” she says, reaching out to knock him on the head with one of her fists. “You make it seem like you’ve never hugged a girl before.”
Chanyeol lets out a nervous chuckle and smiles, but says nothing. He’s hugged plenty of girls, after all. But he’s never hugged one like Jinri. Jinri, who is actually tall enough to rest her head on his shoulder, who never smells like perfume but instead smells like the strawberry flavored gum she’s always chewing, and who is not afraid of calling him an idiot or punching him in the gut. Jinri, his best friend, who is looking at him right now with the most disdainful yet teasing look, and whom Chanyeol loves with all his heart.
“Whatever,” he finally says, scratching the back of his head and laughing some more.
“Yeah, whatever,” Jinri responds, rolling her eyes one last time for good measure. “Now come on, gangly legs. Come to the bathroom with me so I can wash off my calves.”
Chanyeol stares for a moment before asking, “You’re not going accuse me of molesting you again, are you?”
Jinri laughs and takes his hand, pulling him behind her as she makes her way towards the tiny bathroom attached to Chanyeol’s room.
“Maybe, or maybe not,” she says, and Chanyeol gulps, because when his best friend is vague it always it means trouble. But he follows her anyway, heart beating unnecessarily fast and teeth clenched, because this is Jinri, and he would follow her anywhere…even into potentially dangerous situations.
After all, he’s an idiot - but he’s Jinri’s idiot, and he thinks that might be okay.