Fic: All I Want (Chanyeol/Kai)
Title: All I Want aka the 9 times Chanyeol asks Jongin to marry him and the one time he says yes
Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Kai (Kaiyeol/Chankai)
Genre: Fluff, romance
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 (slight smut)
Wordcount: 7.6k
♡ for sabrie and lulu bb hehe ♡
1
The rays of light filter through the blinds, cascading on to Jongin's tanned skin, adorning his dimpled back. His eyelashes flutter as he stirs in bed.
Chanyeol steps out of the shower with towel-fluffed hair, grinning fondly at the younger male.
He takes in the sight of Jongin, admiring his bare torso, the soft curls of his hair; all tousled from sleep.
The bed dips when Chanyeol sits himself next to him.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." Chanyeol rests his palm on Jongin's lower back, smoothing up to his neck before cupping the side of his face.
"Ugh. It's too early for your shit." The younger grumbles, tugging the sheets over him.
Chanyeol leans down for a kiss but Jongin swats his arm, albeit sleepily.
"But I want to kiss you." Chanyeol pouts, fingers curling around Jongin's chin.
"I have morning breath." Jongin plants his face into the mattress and the older boy sighs.
"Doesn't matter." He mutters, pressing his lips on to the curve of his eyebrow.
"You're horribly clingy. Go away." Jongin struggles to sit up, head slamming against the headboard. He groans in pain.
"You're an idiot." Chanyeol chuckles ruffling Jongin's hair a little before lying in bed himself.
"Maybe i'd be more of a morning person if I got to wake up next to you everyday." Jongin mumbles in his sleep-induced state, stumbling towards the bathroom.
"You could if you'd marry me." Chanyeol quips with a grin so wide, his face might split. Jongin chuckles lowly.
"Maybe after I brush my teeth."
"Really?" Chanyeol practically springs up.
"You wish." Jongin snorts before closing the toilet door behind him.
2
The light from the table lamp is glaring and the table is a mess; notes and heavy textbooks all over the place, balled up pieces of unsure answers, neon highlighters and yellow post-its.
Yes, the finals are here and Jongin is suffering.
He lives off ramen and bottled energy drinks. Not showering until Chanyeol comes home and drags him to the bathroom. And when he steps out of the shower, chanyeol already laid out his clothes for him. Sometimes Jongin falls asleep on the desk but finds himself in bed the morning after. Maybe this is the reason why he needs Chanyeol in his life. He would be such a mess without him.
But the finals are important so he can't afford to slack off anymore.
"Hey, you're not going to bed?" Chanyeol pads softly into the living room, a mug of coffee in hand. He carefully places the mug on the cluttered table, before plopping himself beside his lover. The younger immediately turns to his side, nuzzling his head into the older's neck.
"I'm tired. I have to finish this but I'm tired." Jongin groans, arms wrapping around Chanyeol’s waist. Chanyeol smiles, patting the younger’s head affectionately.
"There, there. Just a little bit more okay.” He kisses the top of Jongin’s head, a small gesture to keep him going. “Anyway I brought you my super special coffee which will help you get through the finals." Chanyeol nudges towards the mug on the table.
"Hate to break it to you but it's instant 3-in-1 coffee." Jongin laughs before taking a sip.
"Made with love, for love, by love."
"You're so gross.” Jongin grimaces at the cheesy line but regrets it when he sees Chanyeol’s smile falter a little. He tips his head upwards, capturing the older’s lips, kissing him earnestly. They pull away and Chanyeol’s back to his usual dazed self, a lopsided grin on his face.
“Really though, thank you for this." Jongin whispers almost inaudibly, resting his head on the older’s shoulder.
"You should marry me so I can be the sugar daddy who takes care of you." Chanyeol quips, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
And this is the part where Jongin shoves him in the chest, telling him to get out.
3
University days are over. Jongin finally lands a job in the city as an editor for a renowned publishing house and Chanyeol insists that they celebrate.
"Shall we call Jongdae and Baekhyun? Or do you want to celebrate it alone? Like us as a couple?" Jongin can imagine Chanyeol's cheeky grin on the other side of the phone, the question obviously rhetorical.
"Just the two of us. Will that be okay? It has been a while since we spent some alone time."
"We sleep in the same bed Jongin." Chanyeol deadpans, chuckling into the receiver.
"Hyung, you know what I mean!"
"Okay, okay. I'll see you then? Anyway I'm at home already so what do you want for dinner?" Jongin loves how domestic Chanyeol is but of course he won’t admit it ever.
"Uh... Hyung. Can I have pancakes?" Chanyeol does make the best pancakes even if they’re from an instant batter mix. They used to always have breakfast together on weekends but due to Jongin’s morning shift at the café they don’t usually do that anymore.
"For dinner?"
"Uh. Yeah."
"Okay, see you baby. Love you." With that Chanyeol hangs up.
Jongin blushes and hopes no one notices. It would be a pretty weird sight, a 22 year old blushing like a giggly teenager.
"Me too." He mutters mostly to himself, smiling on the way home.
It takes three knocks before Chanyeol opens the door in a corny "kiss the chef" apron. He pecks Jongin on the cheek and the younger boy naturally wraps his arms around the older male. Chanyeol kisses the top of his head and rubs his back. It has been a while. Even if they stay in the same house, they have been busy these past few weeks. Chanyeol waking up at the crack of dawn for work and Jongin always running from interview to interview. Every time Chanyeol's home, Jongin will be part-timing at the café, earning money to cover the rent. But now, with Jongin's secure job, they can finally see each other often again. Jongin hugs him tighter and Chanyeol pulls back slightly.
"Hey you okay?" He asks softly, fingers tilting Jongin's chin up a little, so that he can look him in the eyes.
Jongin nods, a smile quirking his lips.
"Just miss you, that's all."
Chanyeol chuckles and leans in to kiss him slowly. He missed Jongin's plush lips against his.
Reluctantly, they pull away and Chanyeol takes Jongin's hand, closing the door behind him.
The familiar smell of blueberry pancakes waft through the apartment and Jongin sighs, mouth salivating already.
"Blueberry pancakes for editor Kim Jongin?" Chanyeol jokes and the younger guffaws. Chanyeol places the plate in front of him and Jongin watches as his boyfriend pours maple syrup all over the stack of pancakes.
“Sigh, I love you. Marry me already."
"Really? You'd marry me?" Chanyeol asks, eyes bright and hopeful. Jongin breaks into a grin himself, just observing Chanyeol’s eagerness.
"Well, only for your pancakes though. Besides, every time you snore, I thought an airplane flew past our house or something.” The older frowns and Jongin shrugs, shoving a mouthful of pancakes in his mouth.
4
Jongin slouches in his chair, tuning out the writer in front of him. Being an editor in a well known publishing house is tough. Having to meet the needs of the writer and the demands of the printer at the same time is seriously formidable. The writer finally stops talking and excuses herself to the ladies. Jongin whips out his phone to check his text messages.
From: Yeol
Hey, I’m done with work already. Dinner’s still on right? I’m starving ;A;
To: Yeol
Hi, I’m not done yet… think you can push that dinner date an hour later?
From: Yeol
Okay ^^ see you.
To: Yeol
See you :-*
The meeting ended up being longer than expected and Jongin was on his toes, trying to wrap everything up as quickly as possible.
“I am so sorry Mr. Kim, I certainly hope I didn’t keep you back for long? I seriously didn’t expect such major errors with the story board.”
“It’s okay Mrs. Lee, have a nice day.” Jongin bows formally before dashing out of the room. He scurries down the stairs, towards the exit and pushes the main door.
He’s surprised to see Chanyeol waiting outside, with a plastic bag containing two cartons of chinese take-out.
“I’m so sorry.” Jongin says breathlessly, trudging towards his boyfriend.
“It’s alright, let’s go home? I bought take-out.”
“No, it’s not alright. I made you wait for two hours and it’s freaking cold out here. Chanyeol you could’ve gotten sick.” Chanyeol wasn’t someone who can handle the cold very well. He’s obviously freezing his balls off, free hand tucked in the pocket of his coat.
“Well some people are worth getting sick for.” Chanyeol wiggles his eyebrows playfully and Jongin slaps his arm.
“Don’t you dare quote olaf at a time like this.” Jongin grumbles, his face serious; eyebrows scrunched and forehead crinkled.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re here now aren’t you?” Chanyeol slips his hand out of his pocket to cup his boyfriend’s face lovingly, tracing his jaw with the pad of his thumb. “ Let’s just go home and re-heat this, I’m starving.” Chanyeol rubs his tummy and pouts. Jongin rolls his eyes because well, does Chanyeol actually think he looks cute? Well, maybe. Just a little.
“Why do we always have take-out though? This is like the third time this week.”
“Maybe if you get married to me then I’ll cook for you everyday.”
“Oh please, we’ll probably have scrambled eggs for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
“So does this mean you’ll marry me though?”
“Meh, we’ll see.”
5
Jongin knew this was a bad idea. Celebrating their 4 years together by having bbq meat and karaoke after was a totally bad idea. Knowing Chanyeol’s alcohol tolerance and also bad song choice, Jongin wondered why the hell he even agreed in the first place.
“BUT WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”
“Enough yeol. Our session ended 15 minutes ago.” Jongin grabs the microphone from Chanyeol, who continues to belt out the song loudly. One of the staff knocked on the door and Jongin rushes to open it.
“Hi, your session ended a while ago. Just wondering what’s taking you so long?” The lady asks politely, a little startled when Chanyeol continues to sing in the background.
“Yeah, I’m aware of that just um, cleaning up. My friend here is pretty drunk so yeah. We’ll be out shortly.” She nods, casting wary glances at the other boy who’s still singing the particular track over and over again.
“LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR.”
Jongin staggers out of the room, lugging a heavily inebriated Chanyeol with him. The older has had too much to drink and he can be quite an embarassing drunk. Jongin recalls the time during one of Kyungsoo’s parties where Chanyeol strips to his underwear and started to hump the dining table. He chuckles at that thought before trudging towards the taxi stand. Luckily the taxi stand was empty and a cab just happened to be there already. Jongin mumbles the address quickly and shoves Chanyeol in the cab, closing the door behind him.
“LOVE IS SO MUCH MORE WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUU” Chanyeol starts again, in his drunken stupor. It startles a laugh out of the taxi driver and he shakes his head. Jongin apologizes and tries to shut his lover up.
“Shut up, hyung.” The younger pinches Chanyeol’s thigh, making the older boy hiss in pain but his eyes are still glazed. After a while, Jongin realizes that Chanyeol’s staring at him and tries to lean back a little but the latter suddenly grabs his face.
“Hey Jongin, I’m seeing two of you. You’re still pretty even if you have two heads Jongin.” Chanyeol whispers and chortles, alcohol breath hitting Jongin’s face. Jongin blushes hotly and hopes that the taxi driver didn’t hear anything. Chanyeol is practically squishing Jongin’s face and the younger struggles to make him loosen his grip.
When they reach to the front of their house, Jongin forks out the cab fare from his pocket and quickly opens the cab door.
“Have a good night, kids.” The man chuckles and Jongin nods in assent, muttering his thanks. He drags Chanyeol’s arm, yanking him up. He sloppily unlocks the door trying to ignore Chanyeol. (“THAT’S WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY.”)
He manages to bring the both of them to their room, even if Chanyeol slammed half his body into the door frame. Chanyeol tries to undress himself but apparently he can’t function for shit and Jongin ends up doing that.
Jongin plonks in bed, Chanyeol by his side still drunk as shit, albeit a little more sleepier now. He was about to fall into deep slumber until he feels a tap on his shoulder.
“Can I say something crazy?” The man next to him asks, eyes closed.
“Chanyeol stop, the song is annoying.” Jongin groans, hugging his bolster tighter, chin digging into it.
“Will you marry me?” With that, Chanyeol passes out. Soon after, light snores fill the air.
“You’re so drunk, hyung.” Jongin smiles affectionately before turning to press his lips on the sleeping boy’s cheek.
6
The pub was bustling with people. It was a Friday night and Kyungsoo insisted that they have a night out together. It has been a while since they went out to club as a group anyway.
“The last time we gathered like this was like last Christmas. What the fuck are you dickrags up to? It has been so damn long.” Baekhyun drawls, already tipsy from the shots earlier on.
“We miss you and your potty mouth too Baekhyun.” Jongdae sneers in reply, downing his own drink.
The five of them chatter excitedly about their lives, cracking up once in a while when Kyungsoo passes a snarky remark in retaliation to Chanyeol’s tasteless jokes. They simmer down an hour later, Jongin excusing himself to the gents with Kyungsoo and Baekhyun.
“I can’t believe you guys are still together. It has been like 4…5? Years since?” Jongdae comments, bumping Chanyeol’s shoulder.
“Time flies I guess?” Chanyeol replies good-naturedly, taking a swig from his can of beer.
“It’s kinda mesmerizing.” Jongdae responds, voice scratchy, but still pleasant nevertheless.
“What is?” Chanyeol cocks his eyebrow in curiosity.
“How you are still very into him.”
“Falling more with every passing day.” He laughs when Jongdae starts to make gagging sounds.
The other three return and Chanyeol scoots over, making room for Jongin. He takes a good look at his lover’s face and he doesn’t know why he feels at peace. When Jongin smiles, he can’t help but smile as well. When Jongin laughs, he feels his whole stomach flutter. Maybe this is what it feels like to love someone whole-heartedly. He’s as high as a kite and Jongin’s the one holding him down, making sure he doesn’t fall to the ground or drift too far away.
“Yeol?” Jongin’s soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“We’re asking if you want to dance? Getting all sleepy on a night out what a lazy shit.” Baekhyun scoffs, the rest laughing.
“Are you dancing?” He asks, poking Jongin’s cheek and the younger pouts, shaking his head.
“So? You coming or not? It’ll be fun!” Kyungsoo is holding Baekhyun’s hand, swaying their hands playfully while bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Uh, you guys go ahead. I’ll stay with Jongin.” Chanyeol grabs hold of the latter’s hand, intertwining their fingers together.
Jongdae whistles before muttering something along the lines of “So whipped”.
“Oh come on, you guys are basically joint at the hip.” Baekhyun scoffs before pulling Kyungsoo with him towards the dance floor.
“Get married already!” Kyungsoo yells before signaling Jongdae to join them as well. Jongdae settles his beer on the table, muttering under his breath. It’s probably because he can’t dance to save his life and he’ll just probably hold on to Kyungsoo’s arm while he loses himself to thudding bass and strobe lights. Chanyeol hollers a “have fun” but Jongdae simply flips him the bird.
“See, even our friends want us to get married. So? Will you?” Chanyeol brushes Jongin’s knuckles, a simple gesture with so much meaning. The younger laughs, eyes crinkling with mirth.
“Just let me kiss you.”
7
It is an important day today.
It’s a freaking Sunday and no one ever wakes up early on Sunday, especially not in Jongin and Chanyeol’s humble abode. But Chanyeol does anyway. Because it’s not just a Sunday.
He cautiously untangle his limbs from Jongin. He wouldn’t want to wake him up in anyway. Unwilling to leave his lover’s side, Chanyeol presses his lips to Jongin’s shoulder before going to shower.
Chanyeol is in the kitchen, preparing food when he feels familiar arms around his waist. His eyes instantly widens and he turns around.
“Woah, Jongin. You’re up.”.
“Yeah, it gets cold without you.” Jongin has this lazy smile on his face which makes him irresistible and Chanyeol leans in to press their lips together. But then he remembers the task at hand and pulls away abruptly, eliciting a whine of annoyance from the boy infront of him.
“Uh, okay. You should shower. Like right now. Immediately.” Chanyeol laughs nervously, with hopes Jongin didn’t suspect anything.
“Alright, alright. Sheesh.”
Chanyeol drives them to the beach. Jongin frowns when Chanyeol plays Beenzino’s 24:26 album yet again. Every single time they drive, the older male would play this album. Well, it is his favorite after all. Noticing the frown on Jongin’s face, he ejects the disc, skillfully placing another disc in. It was Jongin’s favorite (aka Michael Jackson’s Bad album) and the younger sighs in content.
“Thank you, sweet heart.” Jongin ribs, pecking his boyfriend’s cheek. He then searches for his shades from the glove compartment.
“Park Chanyeol, why do you have a red thong in here?”
“It was the gag gift from Sehun remember? The New Year party recently?”
“I thought you wanted to spice up our sex life or something.”
Chanyeol bursts out laughing at Jongin’s straight-forwardness.
“What makes you think so? Anyway I won’t make you wear a thong. Er well unless you want to or something, not saying that I don’t want to see you in a thong…I mean I have visualized-“
“You visualized me in a thong?!”
“Hey, at least I don’t get off by calling someone daddy, I mean that’s sick-“
“Fuck off, you totally digged it the last time. Ugh, you suck.”
The older snorts (because hey that can mean more things than one if you know what I mean) cranking up the volume and Jongin huffs, turning to his side to probably take a nap.
They reach the beach and Chanyeol rolls down the windows, letting the breeze in. He hears the crashing waves and smells the sand and salt before they enter his line of sight. He sighs in relief when he sees a vacant parking spot and drives forward. He lightly taps Jongin’s shoulder and the boy stirs a little. The corner of Chanyeol’s lips quirk up when he sees marks on Jongin’s face probably because he pressed his face into the safety belt when he slept. Jongin yawns, before unbuckling his seat belt, grabbing his sun glasses off the dashboard. They get out of the car and Chanyeol opens the boot to grab an obtrusively yellow tote bag and a picnic basket, while Jongin gapes at him.
“What?” He slams the boot and struggles to adjust the cap on his head which is going to topple off but Jongin quickly readjusts it for him.
“Yellow huh.” The younger smiles wickedly, pushing his sunglasses, which were sliding down his nose, up a little. Chanyeol frowns, lines marring his forehead.
“Shut up, I couldn’t find another bag it’s Yura’s.”
Jongin loves making fun of Chanyeol. It is simply adorable when the older boy gets mad and it takes Jongin all the self-control in the world to not kiss him right there in public.
But it is pretty secluded here so Jongin just kisses his nose and Chanyeol gawks, nearly dropping all of his stuff.
They change into their swimming trunks and Jongin goes in the water while Chanyeol lathers himself up in suntan lotion. The younger didn’t like to put on lotion which pretty much explained his golden, sun-kissed skin. Chanyeol refuses to say anything because Jongin’s tan did make his boyfriend look sexier and even more irresistible. He scans the scene infront of him, basking in the moment. It really has been a while since he relaxed like this.
“Hyung, join me!” Jongin hollers from the water and Chanyeol shakes his head. The younger pouts, hands on his hips. He strides over to Chanyeol, stopping infront of him, his junk the only thing in Chanyeol’s line of sight.
“Move aside Jongin, you’re blocking my view.”
“What better view can you have than this one?” Jongin smirks, cocking his hips to the side like a model. Chanyeol chuckles, before slapping the younger’s thigh lightly.
“Instead of the junk in your red trunks, for once, I’d like to see the landscape view of the beach.”
“Well then you ain’t tapping this anytime soon then.” Jongin turns, tapping his own butt to emphasize his point, before sauntering to the water. Chanyeol groans and gets up, following his sulky boyfriend.
“Aww come on now baby.”
“Don’t you ‘baby’ me.”
“Jonginnie.”
“No.”
“Hey.”
“Hah, you’ve made it into the water.” Jongin pokes Chanyeol in the chest and the latter looks around. He was too busy coaxing Jongin to even notice that they were knee deep in water.
“I should’ve known , you and your ploys.” Chanyeol shakes his head in mock disappointment and Jongin giggles before tackling him into the water, taking Chanyeol by surprise.
Chanyeol splutters, arms flailing wildly, grimacing when he accidentally gulps down a mouthful of sea water. He gasps for air and places his hands by his side, palms flat on the sea bed to keep him from floating away. Jongin is straddling Chanyeol’s stomach; water sluicing down his chest, hair dripping wet due to the fall, and a beautiful, beautiful smile gracing his lips. Jongin’s warm eyes feel like home and when their eyes locked, Chanyeol’s breath hitches. It’s always so amazing how he falls for Jongin more and more with every passing day. Jongin runs his fingertips up his forearm, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. Chanyeol then brings his hand up to cup Jongin’s cheek and the younger leans down, palms framing his lover’s face. Jongin leans in, lips parted slightly and Chanyeol kisses him softly. Chanyeol nips at the younger’s lower lip and the both of them unwillingly part. Jongin stands up and Chanyeol tries not to be distracted by the way the water cascades almost beautifully down his god-like body. Jongin offers him a hand and Chanyeol takes it gladly.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.” The older presses a fleeting kiss on top of Jongin’s head.
“I was starting to panic because I received tons of texts from the crew but none from you so- yeah, but of course I know you won’t forget.” The younger replies, feeling their fingers brush slightly against each other as they make their way to the shore.
“Name one time I’ve ever forgotten something.” Chanyeol has a smug smile on his face and Jongin scoffs.
“That one time you forgot to close the door while you were using the toilet and my sister made a surprise visit and well she was literally surprised.” Jongin smirks in triumph when Chanyeol elbows him in the stomach weakly.
“Hey that was one time!”
“Really? How about the time when you left your briefcase at home and you had me deliver it all the way to your work place? You forgot you had an important meeting that day too!”
“Okay, that’s because we had super great sex the night before, you can’t blame me. You distract me a lot okay.”
“Excuses!”
“You are such a shit.” Chanyeol smiles wickedly, before jabbing Jongin in the ribs.
They ended up in a huge tickle fight, Jongin nearly falling into the water again.
The rest of the day was spent just like that as well, fun and ridiculous. For lunch, they had the bentos that Chanyeol prepared in the morning and sipped the beer that they bought from a convienience store nearby.
Jongin decides to nap for a while after that, head in Chanyeol’s lap while the older strokes his soft brown hair lovingly. He reads a book, while waiting for time to pass, a hard-back novel he bought from the book store a few weeks ago. The gentle wind and the sound of the waves provide a great atmosphere and a smile graces his lips as he realizes how romantic it is to spend a day at the beach with the one you love. After thirty minutes or so, Jongin stirs in his lap and Chanyeol puts his book down. Jongin yawns, rubbing the fatigue out of his eyes.
“Slept well?” Chanyeol asks, swiping the little bit of drool near Jongin’s lip with the pad of his thumb. Jongin giggles and nods, before sitting up to stretch out the kinks from his body.
“Shall we get ice cream?”
“You stay here, while I get ice cream okay? Chocolate chips as always?” Jongin nods and Chanyeol shows him a thumbs up.
Chanyeol is loud, obnoxious and cracks the weirdest jokes but Jongin never forgets this side of him. The side of Chanyeol where he is kind, gentle and loving. And that he will always put Jongin first no matter what. Jongin feels burdened at times when they speak of the future as a couple because he’s partially afraid that he can never give Chanyeol the pretty-looking prospect that he wants. Of course, presently, they are living together and it may seem to everyone else that they are already married. But Jongin has seen the look on Chanyeol’s face whenever he sees a toddler or a child. And Jongin can’t give him that. Jongin can’t give him a baby boy with Chanyeol’s ears and Jongin’s mouth, neither can he give Chanyeol a beautiful girl with Jongin’s eyelashes and Chanyeol’s nose. It just doesn’t work that way and Jongin is so afraid of losing Chanyeol, it is almost scary but he is trying his best to make Chanyeol happy. Past relationships always trigger his insecurities as well and everyday he just prays that Chanyeol won’t leave his side.
“Birthday boy’s deep in thought.” The older’s deep voice startles Jongin and the younger punches his arm jokingly.
“That was fast.”
“Well yeah, there was an ice cream truck just a few minutes from here.”
They slurp and lick at their ice cream cones and Chanyeol struggles to not pop a boner with Jongin eating ice cream like that. They chat lazily, basking in each other’s company. Chanyeol gets his guitar from the car and plays a few tunes, while Jongin hums along, head bobbing to each strum.
“Oh right, you used to dance right? Like way back in high school. What happened to that?” Chanyeol asks, settling the guitar in his lap. Jongin sighs, shrugging in response, his gaze fixed to a bird flying across the sky.
“I grew out of it, I guess. I’ve lost my touch too.”
“Nah, I don’t believe you. I remember watching you dance you know? I was always reprimanded by Taemin for loitering around the dance studio.” Chanyeol chuckles, reminiscing those days when Jongin didn’t even like him as a person.
“Anyway, you were a great dancer. I’m sure you can dance Jongin. Wait, let me just play something. Maybe you could dance to it.” Jongin is reluctant but the way Chanyeol enthuses over the idea of him dancing again is just gold. Plus, he hates letting Chanyeol down.
Chanyeol plays Moon light and Jongin tries to calm himself down, its just Chanyeol after all. The song is quite sensual and Jongin tries his best to get in the mood. The first verse starts and he finds himself moving to the music almost automatically; steps fluid and natural. It’s like high school all over again. Dance was his first love and it is certainly pleasant to reunite with it. He glides with the rhythm, movements matching each strum and Chanyeol simply gapes in awe, a certain triumph in his chest because he managed to get Jongin to dance again. When the song ends, Chanyeol claps loudly, even whooping like a child. A tinge of pink crept on the younger’s cheeks and he plops himself down next to Chanyeol.
“You still have it in you, I’m glad that you do.” The older comments slipping an arm around his waist. Jongin leans into his touch, resting his head in the crook of Chanyeol’s neck. He smiles lazily, pressing a chaste peck to Chanyeol’s jaw. He mouths a “thank you” and the smile Chanyeol gives him is priceless.
They make their way to the breakwaters to get a nice view of the sunset. Chanyeol gazes at the rocks beneath them, watching as the sea teems and spits, colliding with the pebbly breakwaters.
“Jongin, I hope you won’t ever grow out of me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like how you thought you grew out of dance. Well, at least I was there to get you back into it. But what if one day you get sick of me… there wouldn’t be anyone or anything to make you come back to me, will there?” Chanyeol has this sad look in his eyes and Jongin thinks he might cry.
Jongin is surprised. He never thought Chanyeol would be this insecure as well. He grabs Chanyeol’s hands in his, thumb smoothing over his knuckles soothingly.
“I’m not going anywhere. I may have given up on dance but I will never give up on you.” Jongin presses his lips to Chanyeol’s forehead and cups his face with his palms. “Besides, if I can tolerate you not lifting the toilet seat up everytime you use the bathroom, I don’t see why I can’t tolerate you in general.”
It startles a genuine laugh out of Chanyeol and Jongin gazes lovingly at him. Chanyeol notices and smiles, Jongin’s intense gaze taking his breath away. They lean in, noses brushing against each other’s and Jongin’s breath quickens in anticipation, eyes fluttering shut. Chanyeol cups his face, breath ghosting over Jongin’s lips. Chanyeol brushes his hand to push Jongin’s bangs out of his face and he finally kisses him. Jongin’s lips are soft and his mouth tastes faintly of beer and chocolate chip ice cream. The older slips in his tongue, licking his way into Jongin’s mouth and Jongin moans hand coming up to fist the front of Chanyeol’s tank top. Chanyeol grunts, hands sliding up and down the back of Jongin’s shirt, before his fingers slip past the bottom hem of his shirt, warm palms pressing against taut and pliant skin. They made out for a few minutes, Jongin’s palms against Chanyeol’s nape, fingers tugging onto tufts of soft brown hair until a sudden realization hits Chanyeol and he pulls back. Jongin whines, palms cupping Chanyeol’s face wanting to kiss him even longer but Chanyeol bumps their noses together instead.
“We’re in public, Jongin.” Chanyeol pulls back, wiping the corner of Jongin’s mouth with the pad of his thumb and chuckles when Jongin scowls, muttering that Chanyeol didn’t mind it earlier.
“Hey, the sun is setting.” Chanyeol distracts Jongin and the crinkles marring the younger’s forehead slowly disappears. The view is fantastic; the sea slowly swallowing the sun, leaving behind faint lavender streaks in the sky. The last traces of light casting shadows on the both of them and Jongin snuggles up to Chanyeol almost naturally by now, head resting on his shoulder. Chanyeol puts an arm around him, painting lazy circles on the boy’s skin.
“It’s beautiful.” Jongin whispers in awe, eyes glued to the marvel that is they sunset before them. Chanyeol admires the way the sunset turns into specks of gold in the pupil of Jongin’s eyes, admires how the wind tousles his hair; barely disheveling it, he admires the curve of Jongin’s lips and the defined line of his jaw, wanting to pepper butterfly kisses all over them.
“Yeah, it is.” Chanyeol replies, inwardly knowing that he’s not talking about the sunset.
“They say the sunsets in Bora Bora island are nicer.” Chanyeol raises an eyebrow at Jongin’s comment.
“It’s the same damn sun.” Jongin gives him an impassive look and Chanyeol shrugs because hey, it is true though.
“But Bora Bora is so nice, the waters are so blue and everything there is just amazing.”
“Maybe we can go to Bora Bora for our honeymoon.” Chanyeol teases, bumping Jongin’s shoulder.
“You talk about marriage a lot these days, must be those god damn dramas you watch.”
“No, I just really want to marry you. I want to make you Park Jongin.”
“Hey now, why can’t you become Kim Chanyeol instead?” Jongin barks, shoving him in the chest.
“You know what, I don’t care. As long as you say yes.” Chanyeol presses a sloppy kiss on Jongin’s cheek and Jongin grimaces but struggles to hide the blush on his cheeks anyway.
“You’re disgusting.”
“I take that as a yes? Won’t that be a nice birthday present thought? My heart.”
“Leave me alone, Park Chanyeol.” Jongin laughs, making his way down the breakwaters.
8
It was just another movie night in when Chanyeol decides to go topless, sweatpants clinging low to his waist, blabbering his head off about the weather and Jongin turns into a cat in heat, unable to resist what is all laid out for him.
From the couch in the living room, they leave articles of clothing everywhere leading to their bedroom. They stumble into the bedroom, Chanyeol kicking the door shut before going back to ravishing Jongin’s mouth. Needy moans. Wet kisses. Hair tugging. Chanyeol holds on to what is left of his sanity and plops the both of them onto the bed. Mouthing up the column of Jongin’s neck, he leaves a few marks, admiring the way they bloom into a pretty shade of purple-red. Jongin’s thrashing in the sheets, his cock already leaking pre-cum from the intense make-out session in the living room earlier. He needs more. He needs Chanyeol.
Chanyeol likes it slow, elongating the moments, murmuring praises against the soft skin of Jongin’s thigh, nipping it softly. Chanyeol likes to look into Jongin’s eyes before he fucks him. Even though dazed and glazed over, his eyes speak volumes and write vivid poems; stanza after stanza, expressing how he truly feels. It gives Chanyeol that tiny bit of reassurance that Jongin will be there.
Jongin thinks that Chanyeol’s breathing life into his soul and into his veins with every single touch. His rough hands holding onto his waist all gentle and hesistant because he doesn’t want to hurt Jongin in any way. Even the prepping is slow, Chanyeol being a complete tease.
But the slide in is perfect as always. Chanyeol bottoms out inside of Jongin and lets out a deep groan which goes straight to Jongin’s dick. Soon, moans and pants filled the room, headboard slamming almost violently against the wall, the mattress creaking noisily as Chanyeol fucks Jongin almost relentlessly.
“I love how you take my dick.” Chanyeol moans, fingers digging into the pliant flesh of Jongin’s ass, relishing the way Jongin takes all of him in.
Jongin grunts, the thickness of Chanyeol’s cock nudging on his prostate is just too much for him to handle.
“Damn, Jongin. It’s like your ass was made for me.” Chanyeol is blabbering a whole lot today, which is quite unusual. Dirty-talking was never one of their favorable kinks. Well, not until today. Jongin’s hard cock curved against his stomach, drips even more pre-cum after listening to the baritones of Chanyeol’s resonant voice.
“Imagine having mini versions of us Jongin.” A guttural moan escapes Jongin’s throat, Chanyeol’s words making his toes curl and the coils in his stomach taut.
“Fuck, I want to have a family with you.” That’s when Jongin lost it, spraying spurts of cum on to his chest, coming with a cry of Chanyeol’s name. He shakes, fingers trembling and body tingling from the overwhelming orgasm.
A few more thrusts and Chanyeol empties himself inside Jongin, the younger whining from over-sensitivity. Chanyeol pats his ass in thanks and steadily slides out of Jongin, flopping onto the bed, body spineless. They stay still for a while, chests heaving, breathing sharply through their noses. Jongin shifts to lay his head on Chanyeol’s chest, the older easing his hand into his hair, stroking at it softly, nails grazing on his scalp.
“Did you really just get off to the thought of us having a family?” Chanyeol breaks the silence first and Jongin doesn’t even have to see his face to picture his smug grin.
“Just go to sleep, Chanyeol.” Jongin flushes, tucking his head under Chanyeol’s chin.
“But-“
“I’m tuning you out now.” Jongin grumbles, eyelids fluttering shut.
Chanyeol chuckles, lazily stroking Jongin’s hair, lulling the boy to sleep.
“I still want to marry you and have a family with you, Jongin-ah.” Chanyeol whispers, arms snaking around Jongin’s waist flushing their bodies together, before getting a wink of sleep himself.
Jongin heard him.
9
“I can’t believe you got the tickets! They were sold out within minutes.” Jongin squeals, hugging his boyfriend tightly. Chanyeol laughs at his enthusiasm, ruffling his hair affectionately.
“I guess I’m lucky? Now go get dressed, I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
Jongin nods, making his way to the bedroom to pick out something nice to wear.
Jongin’s favorite dance troupe was in town and he really wanted to go but the tickets were sold out almost instantly. However, Chanyeol somehow manages to get his hands on the tickets, astounding a very unexpecting Jongin.
“So, where did you get the tickets?” Jongin asks, one knee on the ground, struggling to tie his laces which keep on falling apart. Chanyeol notices and chuckles before kneeling down to help Jongin. He manages to tie a simple butterfly knot without any physical exertion and tucks the knot in Jongin’s sneakers.
“Uh, well some people re-sell the tickets online.” Chanyeol clears his throat as though nervous, before standing up to straighten his flannel shirt.
Resale tickets are so fucking expensive though and Jongin knows that, feeling guilt tugging at his heart strings. He knows Chanyeol didn’t have to do it but he wanted to do it out of his own will. And that touches Jongin a lot because he’s never been good with his feelings. Yet, Chanyeol knows when he isn’t feeling okay, Chanyeol knows when to tone his jokes down a little because Jongin’s getting annoyed and Chanyeol knows when Jongin is feeling a little home sick. This has got to be the best thing about their relationship; the fact that Chanyeol can decode Jongin and read him like an open book. Unlike Jongin, Chanyeol is expressive through actions coupled with words. A post-it note on the mirror saying “good morning” from Chanyeol is equivalent to a “I really love you and I hope you have a good day.” Chanyeol is always so touchy and clingy and Jongin might secretly like that about him. But Jongin loves the fact that Chanyeol always goes the extra mile to make him happy the most.
The dance troupe was amazing, Jongin may or may not have screamed his head off when his favorite member appeared and Chanyeol was extremely embarassed to be honest but he simply sank in his seat. It was modern jazz and Chanyeol tried his best to enjoy it even if it really wasn’t his cup of tea. But the look on Jongin’s face was somehow worth it. They make their way home, maneuvering through the busy streets. Chanyeol’s palms are sweaty even though the night is cold.
It’s time.
“It was nice wasn’t it?” Jongin’s eyes turning into half moons and Chanyeol finds himself nodding along, smiling at how happy Jongin is. His feels his heart rate increase by tenfold, excitement rushing through his blood stream. His mouth suddenly feels dry and he feels his flannel shirt cling onto his back like second skin. He was sweating profusely.
“Hey, are you okay? You don’t look too good.”Jongin stops in his tracks, passer-bys jostling at him, some even giving him a cold glare. Chanyeol nods, hand on his chest and Jongin’s really starting to panic, not giving a fuck what the people walking on the street think.
“No, you’re not okay. Wait, let me just-“ Jongin turns to get help or find anyone but Chanyeol catches his wrist and Jongin stops. The older boy takes a deep breath before falling to one knee. What is going on?
No, this isn’t happening. Jongin thinks, heart hammering against his chest.
“Jongin, I love you. So much. I just want to -“ Chanyeol rambles and a crowd starts to form around them. Overwhelmed by his sudden gesture, Jongin just yanks at Chanyeol’s arm to get him to stand up. Chanyeol gets up eventually and Jongin tugs him somewhere more private, shoving him into a dimly-lit alley with a flickering lamp post. Wow, way to set the mood.
“Chanyeol, what is going on?” Chanyeol inhales a shaky breath and Jongin holds his hand, with hopes that it will calm him down. Jongin is quite shaken as well.
“When we first met, I didn’t realize how much you would mean to me. I honestly thought we were never going to make it. And here we are, 6 years down the road; living under one roof, paying the rent together, sleeping in the same bed.” Chanyeol pauses to look into his eyes and Jongin cannot take this. His lips are trembling and his heart is bursting. It’s too much.
“And I know, you deserve the best. Someone who will stand up for you,someone who can take care of you and someone who can love you unconditionally.” Jongin exhales a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, tears brimming his eyes.
“I was thinking,” Chanyeol pauses, getting down on one knee, fumbling a little to retrieve a silver ring from his pocket. Jongin can’t even look him in the eye, with fear that he might burst out in tears.
“If you would let me be that someone?” Chanyeol’s voice shakes a little and Jongin suddenly realizes how much this is affecting the older one as well.
“Will you please marry me?” Jongin brings himself down to face Chanyeol. He chooses to ignore the slightly damp asphalt beneath him, instead focusing on his lover.
“All those times you asked me, the answer would have always been yes, Chanyeol.” Jongin holds Chanyeol’s face with his palms, tears trickling down his face. Chanyeol thumbs his tears away and presses a kiss on to his forehead, before resting his forehead against Jongin’s.
“Yes.” Jongin whispers, voice coarse and raspy, but heart filled with contentment. Chanyeol sighs in relief, instantly wrapping his arms around Jongin. His eyes are watery and he is grinning so hard that it hurts but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters now that Jongin was his to keep for the rest of his life.
Epilogue
“How the fuck can you afford this?” Baekhyun mutters, shoving Jongin in the chest. Jongin stifles a laugh and Jongdae thwacks Baekhyun’s arm saying something about ruining Jongin’s tuxedo. Kyungsoo comes in the room, glares at Baekhyun and Jongdae who are busily bickering and smooths down the younger’s tuxedo. Jongin mutters a thanks in return. Kyungsoo steps back to inspect Jongin’s attire and he sighs, suddenly wrapping his arms around Jongin. This shocked the younger because Kyungsoo was usually impassive and didn’t like to express his feelings through actions.
“Son, you have grown up to be a fine man.” Kyungsoo hugs his best friend, squeezing the life out of him and Jongin squirms.
“Um, Kyungsoo. I can’t breathe.”
Kyungsoo lets go and pats Jongin on the back.
“Tell Chanyeol that if he ever fucks your marriage up, I will shove a cactus up his ass.”
“Why can’t you say that in my face, Soo.” Chanyeol enters the room, laughing boisterously. Jongin eyes him from head to toe and god, does he look stunning. Chanyeol is wearing a matching Emporio Armani tuxedo, the suit fitting his lanky yet well-formed body nicely. The black bow tie he sports, made him look dashing, his hair pushed back and gelled in place.
Kyungsoo hugs Chanyeol as well, mumbling something about taking care of Jongin because he’s my precious son. Chanyeol reassures Kyungsoo and ruffles his hair, making him scowl.
“I can’t believe you guys are going to be married! I am so excited.” Baekhyun squeals, an arm slung around Jongdae. The other nods in agreement.
“I can’t believe this either.” Jongin mutters under his breath, anxiety pricking at his bones.
“This could be the start of something new.” Chanyeol comments, coming up to Jongin, pressing his lips on Jongin’s temple.
“You did not just quote High School Musical on our wedding day, Park Chanyeol.”
“That’s Kim Chanyeol to you.” Chanyeol quips, poking Jongin’s cheek with his finger.
“Just kiss me you fool.” Jongin replies, lips finding their way to Chanyeol’s. His mouth is warm and offers some sort of comfort and Jongin thinks, he can never get sick of this, grabbing Chanyeol’s hand to intertwine their fingers together.
Kyungsoo coos in the background while Jongdae and Baekhyun try to keep a straight face.
“Just for today.” Baekhyun murmurs, chin resting on Jongdae’s shoulder.
“I have a feeling it’s not just for today, Baek.” Jongdae sighs and Baekhyun clings on to his arm, hiding his face in the crook of Jongdae’s neck.
Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Kai (Kaiyeol/Chankai)
Genre: Fluff, romance
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 (slight smut)
Wordcount: 7.6k
♡ for sabrie and lulu bb hehe ♡
1
The rays of light filter through the blinds, cascading on to Jongin's tanned skin, adorning his dimpled back. His eyelashes flutter as he stirs in bed.
Chanyeol steps out of the shower with towel-fluffed hair, grinning fondly at the younger male.
He takes in the sight of Jongin, admiring his bare torso, the soft curls of his hair; all tousled from sleep.
The bed dips when Chanyeol sits himself next to him.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." Chanyeol rests his palm on Jongin's lower back, smoothing up to his neck before cupping the side of his face.
"Ugh. It's too early for your shit." The younger grumbles, tugging the sheets over him.
Chanyeol leans down for a kiss but Jongin swats his arm, albeit sleepily.
"But I want to kiss you." Chanyeol pouts, fingers curling around Jongin's chin.
"I have morning breath." Jongin plants his face into the mattress and the older boy sighs.
"Doesn't matter." He mutters, pressing his lips on to the curve of his eyebrow.
"You're horribly clingy. Go away." Jongin struggles to sit up, head slamming against the headboard. He groans in pain.
"You're an idiot." Chanyeol chuckles ruffling Jongin's hair a little before lying in bed himself.
"Maybe i'd be more of a morning person if I got to wake up next to you everyday." Jongin mumbles in his sleep-induced state, stumbling towards the bathroom.
"You could if you'd marry me." Chanyeol quips with a grin so wide, his face might split. Jongin chuckles lowly.
"Maybe after I brush my teeth."
"Really?" Chanyeol practically springs up.
"You wish." Jongin snorts before closing the toilet door behind him.
2
The light from the table lamp is glaring and the table is a mess; notes and heavy textbooks all over the place, balled up pieces of unsure answers, neon highlighters and yellow post-its.
Yes, the finals are here and Jongin is suffering.
He lives off ramen and bottled energy drinks. Not showering until Chanyeol comes home and drags him to the bathroom. And when he steps out of the shower, chanyeol already laid out his clothes for him. Sometimes Jongin falls asleep on the desk but finds himself in bed the morning after. Maybe this is the reason why he needs Chanyeol in his life. He would be such a mess without him.
But the finals are important so he can't afford to slack off anymore.
"Hey, you're not going to bed?" Chanyeol pads softly into the living room, a mug of coffee in hand. He carefully places the mug on the cluttered table, before plopping himself beside his lover. The younger immediately turns to his side, nuzzling his head into the older's neck.
"I'm tired. I have to finish this but I'm tired." Jongin groans, arms wrapping around Chanyeol’s waist. Chanyeol smiles, patting the younger’s head affectionately.
"There, there. Just a little bit more okay.” He kisses the top of Jongin’s head, a small gesture to keep him going. “Anyway I brought you my super special coffee which will help you get through the finals." Chanyeol nudges towards the mug on the table.
"Hate to break it to you but it's instant 3-in-1 coffee." Jongin laughs before taking a sip.
"Made with love, for love, by love."
"You're so gross.” Jongin grimaces at the cheesy line but regrets it when he sees Chanyeol’s smile falter a little. He tips his head upwards, capturing the older’s lips, kissing him earnestly. They pull away and Chanyeol’s back to his usual dazed self, a lopsided grin on his face.
“Really though, thank you for this." Jongin whispers almost inaudibly, resting his head on the older’s shoulder.
"You should marry me so I can be the sugar daddy who takes care of you." Chanyeol quips, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
And this is the part where Jongin shoves him in the chest, telling him to get out.
3
University days are over. Jongin finally lands a job in the city as an editor for a renowned publishing house and Chanyeol insists that they celebrate.
"Shall we call Jongdae and Baekhyun? Or do you want to celebrate it alone? Like us as a couple?" Jongin can imagine Chanyeol's cheeky grin on the other side of the phone, the question obviously rhetorical.
"Just the two of us. Will that be okay? It has been a while since we spent some alone time."
"We sleep in the same bed Jongin." Chanyeol deadpans, chuckling into the receiver.
"Hyung, you know what I mean!"
"Okay, okay. I'll see you then? Anyway I'm at home already so what do you want for dinner?" Jongin loves how domestic Chanyeol is but of course he won’t admit it ever.
"Uh... Hyung. Can I have pancakes?" Chanyeol does make the best pancakes even if they’re from an instant batter mix. They used to always have breakfast together on weekends but due to Jongin’s morning shift at the café they don’t usually do that anymore.
"For dinner?"
"Uh. Yeah."
"Okay, see you baby. Love you." With that Chanyeol hangs up.
Jongin blushes and hopes no one notices. It would be a pretty weird sight, a 22 year old blushing like a giggly teenager.
"Me too." He mutters mostly to himself, smiling on the way home.
It takes three knocks before Chanyeol opens the door in a corny "kiss the chef" apron. He pecks Jongin on the cheek and the younger boy naturally wraps his arms around the older male. Chanyeol kisses the top of his head and rubs his back. It has been a while. Even if they stay in the same house, they have been busy these past few weeks. Chanyeol waking up at the crack of dawn for work and Jongin always running from interview to interview. Every time Chanyeol's home, Jongin will be part-timing at the café, earning money to cover the rent. But now, with Jongin's secure job, they can finally see each other often again. Jongin hugs him tighter and Chanyeol pulls back slightly.
"Hey you okay?" He asks softly, fingers tilting Jongin's chin up a little, so that he can look him in the eyes.
Jongin nods, a smile quirking his lips.
"Just miss you, that's all."
Chanyeol chuckles and leans in to kiss him slowly. He missed Jongin's plush lips against his.
Reluctantly, they pull away and Chanyeol takes Jongin's hand, closing the door behind him.
The familiar smell of blueberry pancakes waft through the apartment and Jongin sighs, mouth salivating already.
"Blueberry pancakes for editor Kim Jongin?" Chanyeol jokes and the younger guffaws. Chanyeol places the plate in front of him and Jongin watches as his boyfriend pours maple syrup all over the stack of pancakes.
“Sigh, I love you. Marry me already."
"Really? You'd marry me?" Chanyeol asks, eyes bright and hopeful. Jongin breaks into a grin himself, just observing Chanyeol’s eagerness.
"Well, only for your pancakes though. Besides, every time you snore, I thought an airplane flew past our house or something.” The older frowns and Jongin shrugs, shoving a mouthful of pancakes in his mouth.
4
Jongin slouches in his chair, tuning out the writer in front of him. Being an editor in a well known publishing house is tough. Having to meet the needs of the writer and the demands of the printer at the same time is seriously formidable. The writer finally stops talking and excuses herself to the ladies. Jongin whips out his phone to check his text messages.
From: Yeol
Hey, I’m done with work already. Dinner’s still on right? I’m starving ;A;
To: Yeol
Hi, I’m not done yet… think you can push that dinner date an hour later?
From: Yeol
Okay ^^ see you.
To: Yeol
See you :-*
The meeting ended up being longer than expected and Jongin was on his toes, trying to wrap everything up as quickly as possible.
“I am so sorry Mr. Kim, I certainly hope I didn’t keep you back for long? I seriously didn’t expect such major errors with the story board.”
“It’s okay Mrs. Lee, have a nice day.” Jongin bows formally before dashing out of the room. He scurries down the stairs, towards the exit and pushes the main door.
He’s surprised to see Chanyeol waiting outside, with a plastic bag containing two cartons of chinese take-out.
“I’m so sorry.” Jongin says breathlessly, trudging towards his boyfriend.
“It’s alright, let’s go home? I bought take-out.”
“No, it’s not alright. I made you wait for two hours and it’s freaking cold out here. Chanyeol you could’ve gotten sick.” Chanyeol wasn’t someone who can handle the cold very well. He’s obviously freezing his balls off, free hand tucked in the pocket of his coat.
“Well some people are worth getting sick for.” Chanyeol wiggles his eyebrows playfully and Jongin slaps his arm.
“Don’t you dare quote olaf at a time like this.” Jongin grumbles, his face serious; eyebrows scrunched and forehead crinkled.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re here now aren’t you?” Chanyeol slips his hand out of his pocket to cup his boyfriend’s face lovingly, tracing his jaw with the pad of his thumb. “ Let’s just go home and re-heat this, I’m starving.” Chanyeol rubs his tummy and pouts. Jongin rolls his eyes because well, does Chanyeol actually think he looks cute? Well, maybe. Just a little.
“Why do we always have take-out though? This is like the third time this week.”
“Maybe if you get married to me then I’ll cook for you everyday.”
“Oh please, we’ll probably have scrambled eggs for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
“So does this mean you’ll marry me though?”
“Meh, we’ll see.”
5
Jongin knew this was a bad idea. Celebrating their 4 years together by having bbq meat and karaoke after was a totally bad idea. Knowing Chanyeol’s alcohol tolerance and also bad song choice, Jongin wondered why the hell he even agreed in the first place.
“BUT WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”
“Enough yeol. Our session ended 15 minutes ago.” Jongin grabs the microphone from Chanyeol, who continues to belt out the song loudly. One of the staff knocked on the door and Jongin rushes to open it.
“Hi, your session ended a while ago. Just wondering what’s taking you so long?” The lady asks politely, a little startled when Chanyeol continues to sing in the background.
“Yeah, I’m aware of that just um, cleaning up. My friend here is pretty drunk so yeah. We’ll be out shortly.” She nods, casting wary glances at the other boy who’s still singing the particular track over and over again.
“LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR.”
Jongin staggers out of the room, lugging a heavily inebriated Chanyeol with him. The older has had too much to drink and he can be quite an embarassing drunk. Jongin recalls the time during one of Kyungsoo’s parties where Chanyeol strips to his underwear and started to hump the dining table. He chuckles at that thought before trudging towards the taxi stand. Luckily the taxi stand was empty and a cab just happened to be there already. Jongin mumbles the address quickly and shoves Chanyeol in the cab, closing the door behind him.
“LOVE IS SO MUCH MORE WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUU” Chanyeol starts again, in his drunken stupor. It startles a laugh out of the taxi driver and he shakes his head. Jongin apologizes and tries to shut his lover up.
“Shut up, hyung.” The younger pinches Chanyeol’s thigh, making the older boy hiss in pain but his eyes are still glazed. After a while, Jongin realizes that Chanyeol’s staring at him and tries to lean back a little but the latter suddenly grabs his face.
“Hey Jongin, I’m seeing two of you. You’re still pretty even if you have two heads Jongin.” Chanyeol whispers and chortles, alcohol breath hitting Jongin’s face. Jongin blushes hotly and hopes that the taxi driver didn’t hear anything. Chanyeol is practically squishing Jongin’s face and the younger struggles to make him loosen his grip.
When they reach to the front of their house, Jongin forks out the cab fare from his pocket and quickly opens the cab door.
“Have a good night, kids.” The man chuckles and Jongin nods in assent, muttering his thanks. He drags Chanyeol’s arm, yanking him up. He sloppily unlocks the door trying to ignore Chanyeol. (“THAT’S WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY.”)
He manages to bring the both of them to their room, even if Chanyeol slammed half his body into the door frame. Chanyeol tries to undress himself but apparently he can’t function for shit and Jongin ends up doing that.
Jongin plonks in bed, Chanyeol by his side still drunk as shit, albeit a little more sleepier now. He was about to fall into deep slumber until he feels a tap on his shoulder.
“Can I say something crazy?” The man next to him asks, eyes closed.
“Chanyeol stop, the song is annoying.” Jongin groans, hugging his bolster tighter, chin digging into it.
“Will you marry me?” With that, Chanyeol passes out. Soon after, light snores fill the air.
“You’re so drunk, hyung.” Jongin smiles affectionately before turning to press his lips on the sleeping boy’s cheek.
6
The pub was bustling with people. It was a Friday night and Kyungsoo insisted that they have a night out together. It has been a while since they went out to club as a group anyway.
“The last time we gathered like this was like last Christmas. What the fuck are you dickrags up to? It has been so damn long.” Baekhyun drawls, already tipsy from the shots earlier on.
“We miss you and your potty mouth too Baekhyun.” Jongdae sneers in reply, downing his own drink.
The five of them chatter excitedly about their lives, cracking up once in a while when Kyungsoo passes a snarky remark in retaliation to Chanyeol’s tasteless jokes. They simmer down an hour later, Jongin excusing himself to the gents with Kyungsoo and Baekhyun.
“I can’t believe you guys are still together. It has been like 4…5? Years since?” Jongdae comments, bumping Chanyeol’s shoulder.
“Time flies I guess?” Chanyeol replies good-naturedly, taking a swig from his can of beer.
“It’s kinda mesmerizing.” Jongdae responds, voice scratchy, but still pleasant nevertheless.
“What is?” Chanyeol cocks his eyebrow in curiosity.
“How you are still very into him.”
“Falling more with every passing day.” He laughs when Jongdae starts to make gagging sounds.
The other three return and Chanyeol scoots over, making room for Jongin. He takes a good look at his lover’s face and he doesn’t know why he feels at peace. When Jongin smiles, he can’t help but smile as well. When Jongin laughs, he feels his whole stomach flutter. Maybe this is what it feels like to love someone whole-heartedly. He’s as high as a kite and Jongin’s the one holding him down, making sure he doesn’t fall to the ground or drift too far away.
“Yeol?” Jongin’s soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“We’re asking if you want to dance? Getting all sleepy on a night out what a lazy shit.” Baekhyun scoffs, the rest laughing.
“Are you dancing?” He asks, poking Jongin’s cheek and the younger pouts, shaking his head.
“So? You coming or not? It’ll be fun!” Kyungsoo is holding Baekhyun’s hand, swaying their hands playfully while bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Uh, you guys go ahead. I’ll stay with Jongin.” Chanyeol grabs hold of the latter’s hand, intertwining their fingers together.
Jongdae whistles before muttering something along the lines of “So whipped”.
“Oh come on, you guys are basically joint at the hip.” Baekhyun scoffs before pulling Kyungsoo with him towards the dance floor.
“Get married already!” Kyungsoo yells before signaling Jongdae to join them as well. Jongdae settles his beer on the table, muttering under his breath. It’s probably because he can’t dance to save his life and he’ll just probably hold on to Kyungsoo’s arm while he loses himself to thudding bass and strobe lights. Chanyeol hollers a “have fun” but Jongdae simply flips him the bird.
“See, even our friends want us to get married. So? Will you?” Chanyeol brushes Jongin’s knuckles, a simple gesture with so much meaning. The younger laughs, eyes crinkling with mirth.
“Just let me kiss you.”
7
It is an important day today.
It’s a freaking Sunday and no one ever wakes up early on Sunday, especially not in Jongin and Chanyeol’s humble abode. But Chanyeol does anyway. Because it’s not just a Sunday.
He cautiously untangle his limbs from Jongin. He wouldn’t want to wake him up in anyway. Unwilling to leave his lover’s side, Chanyeol presses his lips to Jongin’s shoulder before going to shower.
Chanyeol is in the kitchen, preparing food when he feels familiar arms around his waist. His eyes instantly widens and he turns around.
“Woah, Jongin. You’re up.”.
“Yeah, it gets cold without you.” Jongin has this lazy smile on his face which makes him irresistible and Chanyeol leans in to press their lips together. But then he remembers the task at hand and pulls away abruptly, eliciting a whine of annoyance from the boy infront of him.
“Uh, okay. You should shower. Like right now. Immediately.” Chanyeol laughs nervously, with hopes Jongin didn’t suspect anything.
“Alright, alright. Sheesh.”
Chanyeol drives them to the beach. Jongin frowns when Chanyeol plays Beenzino’s 24:26 album yet again. Every single time they drive, the older male would play this album. Well, it is his favorite after all. Noticing the frown on Jongin’s face, he ejects the disc, skillfully placing another disc in. It was Jongin’s favorite (aka Michael Jackson’s Bad album) and the younger sighs in content.
“Thank you, sweet heart.” Jongin ribs, pecking his boyfriend’s cheek. He then searches for his shades from the glove compartment.
“Park Chanyeol, why do you have a red thong in here?”
“It was the gag gift from Sehun remember? The New Year party recently?”
“I thought you wanted to spice up our sex life or something.”
Chanyeol bursts out laughing at Jongin’s straight-forwardness.
“What makes you think so? Anyway I won’t make you wear a thong. Er well unless you want to or something, not saying that I don’t want to see you in a thong…I mean I have visualized-“
“You visualized me in a thong?!”
“Hey, at least I don’t get off by calling someone daddy, I mean that’s sick-“
“Fuck off, you totally digged it the last time. Ugh, you suck.”
The older snorts (because hey that can mean more things than one if you know what I mean) cranking up the volume and Jongin huffs, turning to his side to probably take a nap.
They reach the beach and Chanyeol rolls down the windows, letting the breeze in. He hears the crashing waves and smells the sand and salt before they enter his line of sight. He sighs in relief when he sees a vacant parking spot and drives forward. He lightly taps Jongin’s shoulder and the boy stirs a little. The corner of Chanyeol’s lips quirk up when he sees marks on Jongin’s face probably because he pressed his face into the safety belt when he slept. Jongin yawns, before unbuckling his seat belt, grabbing his sun glasses off the dashboard. They get out of the car and Chanyeol opens the boot to grab an obtrusively yellow tote bag and a picnic basket, while Jongin gapes at him.
“What?” He slams the boot and struggles to adjust the cap on his head which is going to topple off but Jongin quickly readjusts it for him.
“Yellow huh.” The younger smiles wickedly, pushing his sunglasses, which were sliding down his nose, up a little. Chanyeol frowns, lines marring his forehead.
“Shut up, I couldn’t find another bag it’s Yura’s.”
Jongin loves making fun of Chanyeol. It is simply adorable when the older boy gets mad and it takes Jongin all the self-control in the world to not kiss him right there in public.
But it is pretty secluded here so Jongin just kisses his nose and Chanyeol gawks, nearly dropping all of his stuff.
They change into their swimming trunks and Jongin goes in the water while Chanyeol lathers himself up in suntan lotion. The younger didn’t like to put on lotion which pretty much explained his golden, sun-kissed skin. Chanyeol refuses to say anything because Jongin’s tan did make his boyfriend look sexier and even more irresistible. He scans the scene infront of him, basking in the moment. It really has been a while since he relaxed like this.
“Hyung, join me!” Jongin hollers from the water and Chanyeol shakes his head. The younger pouts, hands on his hips. He strides over to Chanyeol, stopping infront of him, his junk the only thing in Chanyeol’s line of sight.
“Move aside Jongin, you’re blocking my view.”
“What better view can you have than this one?” Jongin smirks, cocking his hips to the side like a model. Chanyeol chuckles, before slapping the younger’s thigh lightly.
“Instead of the junk in your red trunks, for once, I’d like to see the landscape view of the beach.”
“Well then you ain’t tapping this anytime soon then.” Jongin turns, tapping his own butt to emphasize his point, before sauntering to the water. Chanyeol groans and gets up, following his sulky boyfriend.
“Aww come on now baby.”
“Don’t you ‘baby’ me.”
“Jonginnie.”
“No.”
“Hey.”
“Hah, you’ve made it into the water.” Jongin pokes Chanyeol in the chest and the latter looks around. He was too busy coaxing Jongin to even notice that they were knee deep in water.
“I should’ve known , you and your ploys.” Chanyeol shakes his head in mock disappointment and Jongin giggles before tackling him into the water, taking Chanyeol by surprise.
Chanyeol splutters, arms flailing wildly, grimacing when he accidentally gulps down a mouthful of sea water. He gasps for air and places his hands by his side, palms flat on the sea bed to keep him from floating away. Jongin is straddling Chanyeol’s stomach; water sluicing down his chest, hair dripping wet due to the fall, and a beautiful, beautiful smile gracing his lips. Jongin’s warm eyes feel like home and when their eyes locked, Chanyeol’s breath hitches. It’s always so amazing how he falls for Jongin more and more with every passing day. Jongin runs his fingertips up his forearm, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. Chanyeol then brings his hand up to cup Jongin’s cheek and the younger leans down, palms framing his lover’s face. Jongin leans in, lips parted slightly and Chanyeol kisses him softly. Chanyeol nips at the younger’s lower lip and the both of them unwillingly part. Jongin stands up and Chanyeol tries not to be distracted by the way the water cascades almost beautifully down his god-like body. Jongin offers him a hand and Chanyeol takes it gladly.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.” The older presses a fleeting kiss on top of Jongin’s head.
“I was starting to panic because I received tons of texts from the crew but none from you so- yeah, but of course I know you won’t forget.” The younger replies, feeling their fingers brush slightly against each other as they make their way to the shore.
“Name one time I’ve ever forgotten something.” Chanyeol has a smug smile on his face and Jongin scoffs.
“That one time you forgot to close the door while you were using the toilet and my sister made a surprise visit and well she was literally surprised.” Jongin smirks in triumph when Chanyeol elbows him in the stomach weakly.
“Hey that was one time!”
“Really? How about the time when you left your briefcase at home and you had me deliver it all the way to your work place? You forgot you had an important meeting that day too!”
“Okay, that’s because we had super great sex the night before, you can’t blame me. You distract me a lot okay.”
“Excuses!”
“You are such a shit.” Chanyeol smiles wickedly, before jabbing Jongin in the ribs.
They ended up in a huge tickle fight, Jongin nearly falling into the water again.
The rest of the day was spent just like that as well, fun and ridiculous. For lunch, they had the bentos that Chanyeol prepared in the morning and sipped the beer that they bought from a convienience store nearby.
Jongin decides to nap for a while after that, head in Chanyeol’s lap while the older strokes his soft brown hair lovingly. He reads a book, while waiting for time to pass, a hard-back novel he bought from the book store a few weeks ago. The gentle wind and the sound of the waves provide a great atmosphere and a smile graces his lips as he realizes how romantic it is to spend a day at the beach with the one you love. After thirty minutes or so, Jongin stirs in his lap and Chanyeol puts his book down. Jongin yawns, rubbing the fatigue out of his eyes.
“Slept well?” Chanyeol asks, swiping the little bit of drool near Jongin’s lip with the pad of his thumb. Jongin giggles and nods, before sitting up to stretch out the kinks from his body.
“Shall we get ice cream?”
“You stay here, while I get ice cream okay? Chocolate chips as always?” Jongin nods and Chanyeol shows him a thumbs up.
Chanyeol is loud, obnoxious and cracks the weirdest jokes but Jongin never forgets this side of him. The side of Chanyeol where he is kind, gentle and loving. And that he will always put Jongin first no matter what. Jongin feels burdened at times when they speak of the future as a couple because he’s partially afraid that he can never give Chanyeol the pretty-looking prospect that he wants. Of course, presently, they are living together and it may seem to everyone else that they are already married. But Jongin has seen the look on Chanyeol’s face whenever he sees a toddler or a child. And Jongin can’t give him that. Jongin can’t give him a baby boy with Chanyeol’s ears and Jongin’s mouth, neither can he give Chanyeol a beautiful girl with Jongin’s eyelashes and Chanyeol’s nose. It just doesn’t work that way and Jongin is so afraid of losing Chanyeol, it is almost scary but he is trying his best to make Chanyeol happy. Past relationships always trigger his insecurities as well and everyday he just prays that Chanyeol won’t leave his side.
“Birthday boy’s deep in thought.” The older’s deep voice startles Jongin and the younger punches his arm jokingly.
“That was fast.”
“Well yeah, there was an ice cream truck just a few minutes from here.”
They slurp and lick at their ice cream cones and Chanyeol struggles to not pop a boner with Jongin eating ice cream like that. They chat lazily, basking in each other’s company. Chanyeol gets his guitar from the car and plays a few tunes, while Jongin hums along, head bobbing to each strum.
“Oh right, you used to dance right? Like way back in high school. What happened to that?” Chanyeol asks, settling the guitar in his lap. Jongin sighs, shrugging in response, his gaze fixed to a bird flying across the sky.
“I grew out of it, I guess. I’ve lost my touch too.”
“Nah, I don’t believe you. I remember watching you dance you know? I was always reprimanded by Taemin for loitering around the dance studio.” Chanyeol chuckles, reminiscing those days when Jongin didn’t even like him as a person.
“Anyway, you were a great dancer. I’m sure you can dance Jongin. Wait, let me just play something. Maybe you could dance to it.” Jongin is reluctant but the way Chanyeol enthuses over the idea of him dancing again is just gold. Plus, he hates letting Chanyeol down.
Chanyeol plays Moon light and Jongin tries to calm himself down, its just Chanyeol after all. The song is quite sensual and Jongin tries his best to get in the mood. The first verse starts and he finds himself moving to the music almost automatically; steps fluid and natural. It’s like high school all over again. Dance was his first love and it is certainly pleasant to reunite with it. He glides with the rhythm, movements matching each strum and Chanyeol simply gapes in awe, a certain triumph in his chest because he managed to get Jongin to dance again. When the song ends, Chanyeol claps loudly, even whooping like a child. A tinge of pink crept on the younger’s cheeks and he plops himself down next to Chanyeol.
“You still have it in you, I’m glad that you do.” The older comments slipping an arm around his waist. Jongin leans into his touch, resting his head in the crook of Chanyeol’s neck. He smiles lazily, pressing a chaste peck to Chanyeol’s jaw. He mouths a “thank you” and the smile Chanyeol gives him is priceless.
They make their way to the breakwaters to get a nice view of the sunset. Chanyeol gazes at the rocks beneath them, watching as the sea teems and spits, colliding with the pebbly breakwaters.
“Jongin, I hope you won’t ever grow out of me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like how you thought you grew out of dance. Well, at least I was there to get you back into it. But what if one day you get sick of me… there wouldn’t be anyone or anything to make you come back to me, will there?” Chanyeol has this sad look in his eyes and Jongin thinks he might cry.
Jongin is surprised. He never thought Chanyeol would be this insecure as well. He grabs Chanyeol’s hands in his, thumb smoothing over his knuckles soothingly.
“I’m not going anywhere. I may have given up on dance but I will never give up on you.” Jongin presses his lips to Chanyeol’s forehead and cups his face with his palms. “Besides, if I can tolerate you not lifting the toilet seat up everytime you use the bathroom, I don’t see why I can’t tolerate you in general.”
It startles a genuine laugh out of Chanyeol and Jongin gazes lovingly at him. Chanyeol notices and smiles, Jongin’s intense gaze taking his breath away. They lean in, noses brushing against each other’s and Jongin’s breath quickens in anticipation, eyes fluttering shut. Chanyeol cups his face, breath ghosting over Jongin’s lips. Chanyeol brushes his hand to push Jongin’s bangs out of his face and he finally kisses him. Jongin’s lips are soft and his mouth tastes faintly of beer and chocolate chip ice cream. The older slips in his tongue, licking his way into Jongin’s mouth and Jongin moans hand coming up to fist the front of Chanyeol’s tank top. Chanyeol grunts, hands sliding up and down the back of Jongin’s shirt, before his fingers slip past the bottom hem of his shirt, warm palms pressing against taut and pliant skin. They made out for a few minutes, Jongin’s palms against Chanyeol’s nape, fingers tugging onto tufts of soft brown hair until a sudden realization hits Chanyeol and he pulls back. Jongin whines, palms cupping Chanyeol’s face wanting to kiss him even longer but Chanyeol bumps their noses together instead.
“We’re in public, Jongin.” Chanyeol pulls back, wiping the corner of Jongin’s mouth with the pad of his thumb and chuckles when Jongin scowls, muttering that Chanyeol didn’t mind it earlier.
“Hey, the sun is setting.” Chanyeol distracts Jongin and the crinkles marring the younger’s forehead slowly disappears. The view is fantastic; the sea slowly swallowing the sun, leaving behind faint lavender streaks in the sky. The last traces of light casting shadows on the both of them and Jongin snuggles up to Chanyeol almost naturally by now, head resting on his shoulder. Chanyeol puts an arm around him, painting lazy circles on the boy’s skin.
“It’s beautiful.” Jongin whispers in awe, eyes glued to the marvel that is they sunset before them. Chanyeol admires the way the sunset turns into specks of gold in the pupil of Jongin’s eyes, admires how the wind tousles his hair; barely disheveling it, he admires the curve of Jongin’s lips and the defined line of his jaw, wanting to pepper butterfly kisses all over them.
“Yeah, it is.” Chanyeol replies, inwardly knowing that he’s not talking about the sunset.
“They say the sunsets in Bora Bora island are nicer.” Chanyeol raises an eyebrow at Jongin’s comment.
“It’s the same damn sun.” Jongin gives him an impassive look and Chanyeol shrugs because hey, it is true though.
“But Bora Bora is so nice, the waters are so blue and everything there is just amazing.”
“Maybe we can go to Bora Bora for our honeymoon.” Chanyeol teases, bumping Jongin’s shoulder.
“You talk about marriage a lot these days, must be those god damn dramas you watch.”
“No, I just really want to marry you. I want to make you Park Jongin.”
“Hey now, why can’t you become Kim Chanyeol instead?” Jongin barks, shoving him in the chest.
“You know what, I don’t care. As long as you say yes.” Chanyeol presses a sloppy kiss on Jongin’s cheek and Jongin grimaces but struggles to hide the blush on his cheeks anyway.
“You’re disgusting.”
“I take that as a yes? Won’t that be a nice birthday present thought? My heart.”
“Leave me alone, Park Chanyeol.” Jongin laughs, making his way down the breakwaters.
8
It was just another movie night in when Chanyeol decides to go topless, sweatpants clinging low to his waist, blabbering his head off about the weather and Jongin turns into a cat in heat, unable to resist what is all laid out for him.
From the couch in the living room, they leave articles of clothing everywhere leading to their bedroom. They stumble into the bedroom, Chanyeol kicking the door shut before going back to ravishing Jongin’s mouth. Needy moans. Wet kisses. Hair tugging. Chanyeol holds on to what is left of his sanity and plops the both of them onto the bed. Mouthing up the column of Jongin’s neck, he leaves a few marks, admiring the way they bloom into a pretty shade of purple-red. Jongin’s thrashing in the sheets, his cock already leaking pre-cum from the intense make-out session in the living room earlier. He needs more. He needs Chanyeol.
Chanyeol likes it slow, elongating the moments, murmuring praises against the soft skin of Jongin’s thigh, nipping it softly. Chanyeol likes to look into Jongin’s eyes before he fucks him. Even though dazed and glazed over, his eyes speak volumes and write vivid poems; stanza after stanza, expressing how he truly feels. It gives Chanyeol that tiny bit of reassurance that Jongin will be there.
Jongin thinks that Chanyeol’s breathing life into his soul and into his veins with every single touch. His rough hands holding onto his waist all gentle and hesistant because he doesn’t want to hurt Jongin in any way. Even the prepping is slow, Chanyeol being a complete tease.
But the slide in is perfect as always. Chanyeol bottoms out inside of Jongin and lets out a deep groan which goes straight to Jongin’s dick. Soon, moans and pants filled the room, headboard slamming almost violently against the wall, the mattress creaking noisily as Chanyeol fucks Jongin almost relentlessly.
“I love how you take my dick.” Chanyeol moans, fingers digging into the pliant flesh of Jongin’s ass, relishing the way Jongin takes all of him in.
Jongin grunts, the thickness of Chanyeol’s cock nudging on his prostate is just too much for him to handle.
“Damn, Jongin. It’s like your ass was made for me.” Chanyeol is blabbering a whole lot today, which is quite unusual. Dirty-talking was never one of their favorable kinks. Well, not until today. Jongin’s hard cock curved against his stomach, drips even more pre-cum after listening to the baritones of Chanyeol’s resonant voice.
“Imagine having mini versions of us Jongin.” A guttural moan escapes Jongin’s throat, Chanyeol’s words making his toes curl and the coils in his stomach taut.
“Fuck, I want to have a family with you.” That’s when Jongin lost it, spraying spurts of cum on to his chest, coming with a cry of Chanyeol’s name. He shakes, fingers trembling and body tingling from the overwhelming orgasm.
A few more thrusts and Chanyeol empties himself inside Jongin, the younger whining from over-sensitivity. Chanyeol pats his ass in thanks and steadily slides out of Jongin, flopping onto the bed, body spineless. They stay still for a while, chests heaving, breathing sharply through their noses. Jongin shifts to lay his head on Chanyeol’s chest, the older easing his hand into his hair, stroking at it softly, nails grazing on his scalp.
“Did you really just get off to the thought of us having a family?” Chanyeol breaks the silence first and Jongin doesn’t even have to see his face to picture his smug grin.
“Just go to sleep, Chanyeol.” Jongin flushes, tucking his head under Chanyeol’s chin.
“But-“
“I’m tuning you out now.” Jongin grumbles, eyelids fluttering shut.
Chanyeol chuckles, lazily stroking Jongin’s hair, lulling the boy to sleep.
“I still want to marry you and have a family with you, Jongin-ah.” Chanyeol whispers, arms snaking around Jongin’s waist flushing their bodies together, before getting a wink of sleep himself.
Jongin heard him.
9
“I can’t believe you got the tickets! They were sold out within minutes.” Jongin squeals, hugging his boyfriend tightly. Chanyeol laughs at his enthusiasm, ruffling his hair affectionately.
“I guess I’m lucky? Now go get dressed, I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
Jongin nods, making his way to the bedroom to pick out something nice to wear.
Jongin’s favorite dance troupe was in town and he really wanted to go but the tickets were sold out almost instantly. However, Chanyeol somehow manages to get his hands on the tickets, astounding a very unexpecting Jongin.
“So, where did you get the tickets?” Jongin asks, one knee on the ground, struggling to tie his laces which keep on falling apart. Chanyeol notices and chuckles before kneeling down to help Jongin. He manages to tie a simple butterfly knot without any physical exertion and tucks the knot in Jongin’s sneakers.
“Uh, well some people re-sell the tickets online.” Chanyeol clears his throat as though nervous, before standing up to straighten his flannel shirt.
Resale tickets are so fucking expensive though and Jongin knows that, feeling guilt tugging at his heart strings. He knows Chanyeol didn’t have to do it but he wanted to do it out of his own will. And that touches Jongin a lot because he’s never been good with his feelings. Yet, Chanyeol knows when he isn’t feeling okay, Chanyeol knows when to tone his jokes down a little because Jongin’s getting annoyed and Chanyeol knows when Jongin is feeling a little home sick. This has got to be the best thing about their relationship; the fact that Chanyeol can decode Jongin and read him like an open book. Unlike Jongin, Chanyeol is expressive through actions coupled with words. A post-it note on the mirror saying “good morning” from Chanyeol is equivalent to a “I really love you and I hope you have a good day.” Chanyeol is always so touchy and clingy and Jongin might secretly like that about him. But Jongin loves the fact that Chanyeol always goes the extra mile to make him happy the most.
The dance troupe was amazing, Jongin may or may not have screamed his head off when his favorite member appeared and Chanyeol was extremely embarassed to be honest but he simply sank in his seat. It was modern jazz and Chanyeol tried his best to enjoy it even if it really wasn’t his cup of tea. But the look on Jongin’s face was somehow worth it. They make their way home, maneuvering through the busy streets. Chanyeol’s palms are sweaty even though the night is cold.
It’s time.
“It was nice wasn’t it?” Jongin’s eyes turning into half moons and Chanyeol finds himself nodding along, smiling at how happy Jongin is. His feels his heart rate increase by tenfold, excitement rushing through his blood stream. His mouth suddenly feels dry and he feels his flannel shirt cling onto his back like second skin. He was sweating profusely.
“Hey, are you okay? You don’t look too good.”Jongin stops in his tracks, passer-bys jostling at him, some even giving him a cold glare. Chanyeol nods, hand on his chest and Jongin’s really starting to panic, not giving a fuck what the people walking on the street think.
“No, you’re not okay. Wait, let me just-“ Jongin turns to get help or find anyone but Chanyeol catches his wrist and Jongin stops. The older boy takes a deep breath before falling to one knee. What is going on?
No, this isn’t happening. Jongin thinks, heart hammering against his chest.
“Jongin, I love you. So much. I just want to -“ Chanyeol rambles and a crowd starts to form around them. Overwhelmed by his sudden gesture, Jongin just yanks at Chanyeol’s arm to get him to stand up. Chanyeol gets up eventually and Jongin tugs him somewhere more private, shoving him into a dimly-lit alley with a flickering lamp post. Wow, way to set the mood.
“Chanyeol, what is going on?” Chanyeol inhales a shaky breath and Jongin holds his hand, with hopes that it will calm him down. Jongin is quite shaken as well.
“When we first met, I didn’t realize how much you would mean to me. I honestly thought we were never going to make it. And here we are, 6 years down the road; living under one roof, paying the rent together, sleeping in the same bed.” Chanyeol pauses to look into his eyes and Jongin cannot take this. His lips are trembling and his heart is bursting. It’s too much.
“And I know, you deserve the best. Someone who will stand up for you,someone who can take care of you and someone who can love you unconditionally.” Jongin exhales a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, tears brimming his eyes.
“I was thinking,” Chanyeol pauses, getting down on one knee, fumbling a little to retrieve a silver ring from his pocket. Jongin can’t even look him in the eye, with fear that he might burst out in tears.
“If you would let me be that someone?” Chanyeol’s voice shakes a little and Jongin suddenly realizes how much this is affecting the older one as well.
“Will you please marry me?” Jongin brings himself down to face Chanyeol. He chooses to ignore the slightly damp asphalt beneath him, instead focusing on his lover.
“All those times you asked me, the answer would have always been yes, Chanyeol.” Jongin holds Chanyeol’s face with his palms, tears trickling down his face. Chanyeol thumbs his tears away and presses a kiss on to his forehead, before resting his forehead against Jongin’s.
“Yes.” Jongin whispers, voice coarse and raspy, but heart filled with contentment. Chanyeol sighs in relief, instantly wrapping his arms around Jongin. His eyes are watery and he is grinning so hard that it hurts but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters now that Jongin was his to keep for the rest of his life.
Epilogue
“How the fuck can you afford this?” Baekhyun mutters, shoving Jongin in the chest. Jongin stifles a laugh and Jongdae thwacks Baekhyun’s arm saying something about ruining Jongin’s tuxedo. Kyungsoo comes in the room, glares at Baekhyun and Jongdae who are busily bickering and smooths down the younger’s tuxedo. Jongin mutters a thanks in return. Kyungsoo steps back to inspect Jongin’s attire and he sighs, suddenly wrapping his arms around Jongin. This shocked the younger because Kyungsoo was usually impassive and didn’t like to express his feelings through actions.
“Son, you have grown up to be a fine man.” Kyungsoo hugs his best friend, squeezing the life out of him and Jongin squirms.
“Um, Kyungsoo. I can’t breathe.”
Kyungsoo lets go and pats Jongin on the back.
“Tell Chanyeol that if he ever fucks your marriage up, I will shove a cactus up his ass.”
“Why can’t you say that in my face, Soo.” Chanyeol enters the room, laughing boisterously. Jongin eyes him from head to toe and god, does he look stunning. Chanyeol is wearing a matching Emporio Armani tuxedo, the suit fitting his lanky yet well-formed body nicely. The black bow tie he sports, made him look dashing, his hair pushed back and gelled in place.
Kyungsoo hugs Chanyeol as well, mumbling something about taking care of Jongin because he’s my precious son. Chanyeol reassures Kyungsoo and ruffles his hair, making him scowl.
“I can’t believe you guys are going to be married! I am so excited.” Baekhyun squeals, an arm slung around Jongdae. The other nods in agreement.
“I can’t believe this either.” Jongin mutters under his breath, anxiety pricking at his bones.
“This could be the start of something new.” Chanyeol comments, coming up to Jongin, pressing his lips on Jongin’s temple.
“You did not just quote High School Musical on our wedding day, Park Chanyeol.”
“That’s Kim Chanyeol to you.” Chanyeol quips, poking Jongin’s cheek with his finger.
“Just kiss me you fool.” Jongin replies, lips finding their way to Chanyeol’s. His mouth is warm and offers some sort of comfort and Jongin thinks, he can never get sick of this, grabbing Chanyeol’s hand to intertwine their fingers together.
Kyungsoo coos in the background while Jongdae and Baekhyun try to keep a straight face.
“Just for today.” Baekhyun murmurs, chin resting on Jongdae’s shoulder.
“I have a feeling it’s not just for today, Baek.” Jongdae sighs and Baekhyun clings on to his arm, hiding his face in the crook of Jongdae’s neck.