Sleepover
drabble prompt: cross-dressing chanyeol gets invited over to his new friend’s house for a sleepover.
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Here it is, the fateful sleepover day. It’s the weekend and Chanyeol had packed up his fruit stand and made sure everything was covered and secure, before he followed the directions to Kris’ apartment, staring at the address in his hand and then double checking the numbers on the building - it really is only a few blocks from his own, and he smiles at the guard, telling him who he’s here to see. The guard buzzes up and then opens the gate and Chanyeol bows, hitching his backpack more securely over his shoulder as he makes his way up towards Kris’ apartment.
Really, there’s no need to be nervous. But he is, because, well - sleepover. And it’s not just that, because it’s not like he’s never had one before, but Kris is - well, Kris. Handsome and cool yet surprisingly goofy and Chanyeol chews his lip as he rides in the elevator, rocking slightly on his feet. Probably straight. This is going to be interesting.
Chanyeol knocks on the door of Kris’ apartment before he loses the nerve, and when Kris opens the door with a soft smile, Chanyeol offers a slightly manic one in reply.
"Come in," Kris says, and Chanyeol obliges, heading in and immediately taking off his shoes. "I have slippers if you need them."
"I um-" Chanyeol clears his throat a little and offers a brighter smile. "I brought my own!" He unzips his backpack and pulls out his slippers, Totoro shaped ones complete with little whiskers, and he puts them on his feet. Kris just chuckles a little, and Chanyeol’s glad he doesn’t make fun of him, as he’s lead further into the apartment.
It’s late afternoon and they spend most of it watching movies and eating take out. Chanyeol learns that Kris cries easily during movies and Chanyeol would make fun of him, if he weren’t tearing up a little himself. Kris teases Chanyeol about his bunny-printed pajama pants and Chanyeol teases him right back about how he has his hair pushed back with a headband to keep it out of his face. It’s surprisingly comfortable, this evening with Kris, despite Chanyeol’s initial nerves. He’s relaxing a little, showing a bit more of himself and he’s very glad that Kris is open, warm, and welcoming.
And it’s when Chanyeol is most comfortable, that it happens.
He’d asked Kris to hand him his backpack so he could grab his phone charger, but the zipper wasn’t closed all the way and it splits open, some of Chanyeol’s things tumbling out. Now, normally, this wouldn’t be much of a problem - except for the fact that Chanyeol had forgotten to empty it of the contents from the last time he’d left his place, and instead had packed his things atop it, and well…
Kris stares down at the facial cleanser, moisturizer, cute hair clips and definitely girls-only make-up. He blinks a few times and Chanyeol immediately goes red in embarrassment - toiletries. Of course, Park Chanyeol, you left your cosmetic bag in your backpack and didn’t close it and then didn’t close your backpack properly and now half your secret is spilling out and Chanyeol is horrified because in the pause that Kris took to look down at the things, one more terrible, terrible thing comes fluttering out, draping over the cosmetics in Kris’ lap.
"I-" Chanyeol covers his face in embarrassment and shrinks back, trying to fuse into the couch.
But Kris handles the situation fairly well, folding up the baby blue nightgown and taking care to not crease the bows and ribbons as he places it back in Chanyeol’s bag, along with the toiletries, fingers hunting a bit more before finding Chanyeol’s charger. He sets the backpack aside and plugs it in, finding Chanyeol’s phone and plugging it in as well and Chanyeol’s face is still in his hands, body wedged between the cushions as he refuses to look to see Kris’ expressions.
"Hey," Kris’ voice is soft, and only slightly prodding, and Chanyeol peeks through his fingers to see Kris holding up the BB cream. "You don’t need this, you know," he puts the BB cream back in the bag and then sets it aside, reaching up from his position on the floor to tug at Chanyeol’s ankle.
Chanyeol lets out a totally embarrassing noise and flails a little and Kris tugs a bit more insistently, ignoring the fact that Chanyeol pretty much wants to die, even if Kris isn’t reacting negatively. But eventually Chanyeol gets manhandled down to the floor, and Kris is handing Chanyeol the remote with a small smile, a teasing glint in his eyes as he clearly holds back what he really wants to say, for the sake of Chanyeol.
"Pick the next movie?" he suggests, and Chanyeol takes the remote with shaky fingers, one of his hands still over his face, both their backs pressed against the base of the couch.
He picks some random American Christmas movie with Korean subtitles, and silently thanks everything he can think of that Kris pays attention to it instead of him. Chanyeol moves a foot to subtly nudge his backpack far, far away, and when Kris catches him, Chanyeol squeaks and draws his knees up like he’s not doing anything.
"You’re really cute when you’re embarrassed, you know?" Kris says, the corners of his mouth lifting a bit.
Chanyeol grumbles, “You’re a sadist.”
Kris chuckles and pats Chanyeol’s knee.
Chanyeol should feel patronized, but he still feels like merging with the floor and never coming up ever again.
Thankfully, though, Kris takes everything in stride and Chanyeol forgets entirely about the incident three hours later when he burns his tongue on freshly baked cookies and Kris outright laughs as he hands him a glass of ice cold milk.
It’s not a total disaster, this sleepover thing.
(That is, until Chanyeol declares they need to make s’mores, and Kris draws the line when Chanyeol gets melted marshmallow on the sofa. “I’ll clean it up!!” Chanyeol wails, as Kris hauls him as far away from anything edible and melt-able as possible, strong arms around Chanyeol’s thin waist, laughter filling the apartment along with the scent of freshly baked goods.)
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