[Chanlu] You're Home Now (So I Am Too)
Title: You're Home Now (So I Am Too)
Pairing: Chanyeol/Luhan
Genre: I don't know...fluff? comedy?
Rating: G probably (Idk how to rate)
Length: Drabble; 887 words
A/N: Wow my first completed fic...?? Ever...?? Wow I still can't believe it. Haha it's a drabble but seeing as I never finished any of my other fics I thought I should go for writing a short one. And I keep lurking on exopromptmeme these days...there are so many amazing prompts that I can't help myself >__< Also who knew Chanlu would have my first post...lol for this prompt!
It's today. The day that Luhan's been waiting for is finally here.
He smiles to himself, humming along to some obnoxiously sweet Christmas carol on the radio as he tries his best to focus his mind on the road. It really shouldn't be so difficult, but it is; although maybe he should concentrate because it is snowing and he is on the highway and dying is not something he plans on doing today of all days. After all, he's finally about to see his favourite person in the world again after what had felt like eternity.
Chanyeol had gone abroad to study music at Berklee College last fall, and finally has a chance to return to Seoul for winter break after over a year of learning, practicing, internships, and rushed Skype calls in between. Meanwhile, Luhan has had his own hands full with his business, trying to expand the cafe in hopes of renovating it to include a cozy lounge and stage.
At the airport, Luhan parks the car and takes a good ten minutes trying to get the neon pink, glittery, and not to mention gigantic “WELCOME HOME PARK CHANYEOL” sign out of the rear door. Jongdae and Baekhyun had both laughed and told him it was way too tacky, that he would look like one of Chanyeol's fangirls from his uljjang days, but Luhan didn't care. All he wants is for Chanyeol to be able to spot him immediately, because he's not willing to waste a single second being apart when they can be together.
Several yanks and curious glances from strangers later finds Luhan in the waiting area with his sign tucked under one arm. He feels completely jittery, which would be normal on most days, except today he hasn't yet had a single coffee-he didn't even drop by the cafe. He is literally bouncing on his feet, craning his head on tiptoe even though he is far from short. He silently curses the abundance of red and green; as much as he usually enjoyed the Christmas spirit, it had better not get in the way of his reunion with Chanyeol.
Then, finally, he spots the steady stream of travellers making their way out. Luhan shoves his sign in the air-hitting several backs and heads in the process-and frantically waves it around.
When Chanyeol eventually pushes his way through the crowd, he looks every bit as excited as Luhan. His eyes are bright, his hair mussed from the plane seats, and he nearly runs over three people with his fat red suitcase rolling behind him. Of course he doesn't notice, though, because his eyes are only looking for one thing.
Not that it takes him long to find it.
When it happens, it really does happen like in the movies. Luhan almost wishes he could record the scene and show it to those cynical realists who claim that the sparkles and flowers and slow motions are lies, because he swears he experiences all of the above when Chanyeol flings his suitcase away and tackles him to the floor.
Well, maybe not exactly all of the above. But only because his head might have hit the ground. Slightly. (He swears he heard a sound.)
Not to mention that Chanyeol, being Chanyeol, must have not secured his bags properly because his belongings are now strewn across the marble floor and people are staring at them as they step around the two men hugging in the middle of the airport.
“Luhan-hyung!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Chanyeol-ah!!!!!!!!”
The two both scream at the top of their lungs, half-crying and half-laughing into each other's shirts.
“Hyung, I missed you so much!!!” Chanyeol yells, even though Luhan is less than three centimetres away from him.
“No I missed you more, you brat!!!” Luhan responds, mirroring his volume shamelessly.
“Excuse me, sirs,” a security guard suddenly coughs, trying to get the couple's attention. They both look up at him from the ground, then look back at each other, then back at him.
“Oh hello, Mr. Security-“ Chanyeol begins, but then stops. “Wait, Luhan, I think something's wrong here?”
“I must request that the two of you be escorted to the nearest exit as you are causing a disruption,” the guard continues, choosing to ignore them altogether. “Come this way, please.”
Chanyeol turns back to Luhan to find him with an amused look in his eyes. “What?”
“Nothing,” Luhan replies. “Just happy to see you again.”
“Me too,” Chanyeol laughs, and Luhan thinks it's an expression that no amount of technology could never hope to capture. Luhan smiles and slips a hand into Chanyeol's, marvelling at how smoothly the other tightens the grip, as if they were never apart.
They quickly gather up Chanyeol's belongings, as well as Luhan's sign-which Chanyeol thought was very artistic, thank you very much-and before being ushered by the security guard to the parking lot shuttle bus.
They board the bus-at which point Chanyeol finally has to free his hand to get his luggage up the steps-and soon settle in their seats for the five-minute ride. Luhan leans on Chanyeol's shoulder, arm around his waist, Chanyeol's arm around his shoulder, and closes his eyes.
“Welcome home, baby.”
Now I'm home, too.
Pairing: Chanyeol/Luhan
Genre: I don't know...fluff? comedy?
Rating: G probably (Idk how to rate)
Length: Drabble; 887 words
A/N: Wow my first completed fic...?? Ever...?? Wow I still can't believe it. Haha it's a drabble but seeing as I never finished any of my other fics I thought I should go for writing a short one. And I keep lurking on exopromptmeme these days...there are so many amazing prompts that I can't help myself >__< Also who knew Chanlu would have my first post...lol for this prompt!
It's today. The day that Luhan's been waiting for is finally here.
He smiles to himself, humming along to some obnoxiously sweet Christmas carol on the radio as he tries his best to focus his mind on the road. It really shouldn't be so difficult, but it is; although maybe he should concentrate because it is snowing and he is on the highway and dying is not something he plans on doing today of all days. After all, he's finally about to see his favourite person in the world again after what had felt like eternity.
Chanyeol had gone abroad to study music at Berklee College last fall, and finally has a chance to return to Seoul for winter break after over a year of learning, practicing, internships, and rushed Skype calls in between. Meanwhile, Luhan has had his own hands full with his business, trying to expand the cafe in hopes of renovating it to include a cozy lounge and stage.
At the airport, Luhan parks the car and takes a good ten minutes trying to get the neon pink, glittery, and not to mention gigantic “WELCOME HOME PARK CHANYEOL” sign out of the rear door. Jongdae and Baekhyun had both laughed and told him it was way too tacky, that he would look like one of Chanyeol's fangirls from his uljjang days, but Luhan didn't care. All he wants is for Chanyeol to be able to spot him immediately, because he's not willing to waste a single second being apart when they can be together.
Several yanks and curious glances from strangers later finds Luhan in the waiting area with his sign tucked under one arm. He feels completely jittery, which would be normal on most days, except today he hasn't yet had a single coffee-he didn't even drop by the cafe. He is literally bouncing on his feet, craning his head on tiptoe even though he is far from short. He silently curses the abundance of red and green; as much as he usually enjoyed the Christmas spirit, it had better not get in the way of his reunion with Chanyeol.
Then, finally, he spots the steady stream of travellers making their way out. Luhan shoves his sign in the air-hitting several backs and heads in the process-and frantically waves it around.
When Chanyeol eventually pushes his way through the crowd, he looks every bit as excited as Luhan. His eyes are bright, his hair mussed from the plane seats, and he nearly runs over three people with his fat red suitcase rolling behind him. Of course he doesn't notice, though, because his eyes are only looking for one thing.
Not that it takes him long to find it.
When it happens, it really does happen like in the movies. Luhan almost wishes he could record the scene and show it to those cynical realists who claim that the sparkles and flowers and slow motions are lies, because he swears he experiences all of the above when Chanyeol flings his suitcase away and tackles him to the floor.
Well, maybe not exactly all of the above. But only because his head might have hit the ground. Slightly. (He swears he heard a sound.)
Not to mention that Chanyeol, being Chanyeol, must have not secured his bags properly because his belongings are now strewn across the marble floor and people are staring at them as they step around the two men hugging in the middle of the airport.
“Luhan-hyung!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Chanyeol-ah!!!!!!!!”
The two both scream at the top of their lungs, half-crying and half-laughing into each other's shirts.
“Hyung, I missed you so much!!!” Chanyeol yells, even though Luhan is less than three centimetres away from him.
“No I missed you more, you brat!!!” Luhan responds, mirroring his volume shamelessly.
“Excuse me, sirs,” a security guard suddenly coughs, trying to get the couple's attention. They both look up at him from the ground, then look back at each other, then back at him.
“Oh hello, Mr. Security-“ Chanyeol begins, but then stops. “Wait, Luhan, I think something's wrong here?”
“I must request that the two of you be escorted to the nearest exit as you are causing a disruption,” the guard continues, choosing to ignore them altogether. “Come this way, please.”
Chanyeol turns back to Luhan to find him with an amused look in his eyes. “What?”
“Nothing,” Luhan replies. “Just happy to see you again.”
“Me too,” Chanyeol laughs, and Luhan thinks it's an expression that no amount of technology could never hope to capture. Luhan smiles and slips a hand into Chanyeol's, marvelling at how smoothly the other tightens the grip, as if they were never apart.
They quickly gather up Chanyeol's belongings, as well as Luhan's sign-which Chanyeol thought was very artistic, thank you very much-and before being ushered by the security guard to the parking lot shuttle bus.
They board the bus-at which point Chanyeol finally has to free his hand to get his luggage up the steps-and soon settle in their seats for the five-minute ride. Luhan leans on Chanyeol's shoulder, arm around his waist, Chanyeol's arm around his shoulder, and closes his eyes.
“Welcome home, baby.”
Now I'm home, too.