fight or flight (1/2)
† Fight or Flight (1/2)
EXO; kris/lay | pg | AU; humour? idek;; | 2,134w
kris is losing his sanity.
a/n: fanxinggggggggg o/ to feed ate krissy's needs!
"hey jongin, do you think kris-"
"i'm right here you know."
"woah!" chanyeol flails, "and jonginnie thought your brows couldn't furrow any deeper!" he grins with wide eyes. kris finds that unnerving. aren't your eyes suppose to turn into some kind of crescent moon shape when you smile that wide? kris is sure the latter shoves a hanger in his mouth; he's also positive it's still in there and probably in his eyes too making everything look so... wide. strangely, everything is oh so common to him. every goddamn day.
chanyeol jabs his hand forward, his palm facing up towards kris. he smiles, eye twitching. "i won the bet. now give me 100."
"that's not how it works, you dumbass." kris feels like throwing himself towards rampaging buffalos.
"i know but jongin and i are broke and there's a café nearb-"
that was the seventh time that day kris lost his calm and it wasn't even noon yet. why does he even hang around dumb and dumber. he seriously need to rethink his life choices.
chanyeol ends up having a large bruise bang in the middle of this eyebrows. kris doesn't regret anything.
doesn't?
wrong.
it's friday and to kris' dismay, he was unwillingly dragged against his will to a newly opened café near the university and is now currently stuck in between two dumb beings that goes by the human names jongin and chanyeol; one busy fawning over a waiter and one busy complementing a cup of mocha, muttering pick up lines to it. rolling his eyes, he crosses his arms against his chest and drowns out everything.
kris is in the middle of his daily ritual of rethinking his life decisions involving dumb and dumber every 6 p.m. when he is interrupted by the café manager clearing his throat in front of an obnoxiously loud microphone, introducing two men. automatically, his eyes lands on the guy sitting on a stool, cradling an acoustic guitar and kris catches himself staring a little too long. he notices the way the boy caresses the guitar's neck and kris is pretty sure his eyes are playing unfunny tricks on him because all kris is aware of is the other boy.
he finds himself leaning in as the boy started to pluck at the strings, fingers delicately dancing over the cords as his body curves over the guitar. he watches as the boy sway lightly in his seat, eyes closed. he notices the curve that graced the latter's slightly wet lips. he notices how it starts to move, forming words and if only he could just reach ou-
"fuck!" chanyeol hisses and kris' concentration jerks away from the boy's lips. his gaze flickers upwards to the boy's eyes and woah. and as cliché as it may sound, their eyes connected and kris swears he could see glitters and halos and bright lights surrounding the boy. what the hell.
he rips his attention away from the boy and looks at chanyeol. dude spilled his mocha on his crotch. did he mention the beverage was hot and the latter is wearing skinny jeans? no? oh well.
*
kris finds himself seated at a corner of the café with jongdae and jongin. it's saturday morning and everyone wanted to try out the newly opened cafe. kris found out that the people working at the cafe goes to same university after chanyeol spilled his mocha on himself. luckily, they were kind enough to let him borrow an apron to cover the stain on his crotch.
"finally they're here.” jongdae sighs as he closes his book and adjusts his glasses.
chanyeol waddles towards the table with sehun and minseok on each side, supporting him. kris snorts. chanyeol kicks kris’ shin under the table as he sits, “stop being mean!”. with kris’ reputation of having a stoic bitch face all the time and as much as he would like to beg to differ, he doesn’t want to lose it especially to chanyeol. despite the latter’s looks, he is obnoxiously strong and he’s got a massive foot. you know how that formula works, the kick hurts like a bitch. biting the insides of his cheek, he glowers down at chanyeol who is oblivious, happily stabbing at his cake.
"oh yeah!" jongin's outburst break kris' mission to light chanyeol's cake on fire with his eyes, "you were looking like that while baekhyun and his friend were performing last night!" kris realizes that you is him and what. he definitely wasn't trying to shoot fires at... guitar boy.
the whole table truns to face him, "i was just thinking." yeah just thinking... about how the halo around the boy looked so, oh so pretty. kris mentally squeezes a cotton candy.
"thinking about killing someone brutally with your eyes?"
"do you want me to do that to you?"
jongin looks away as he sips on his drink and they're all shifting in their seats, kris smirks to himself. minseok clears his throat in attempt to lighten the mood and soon everyone is back to their conversations earlier. normally kris would contribute to the conversations with small comments here and there or make fun of jongin and chanyeol but he finds his mind travelling back to the boy last night. he analyzes his thoughts that night and jesus. since when did he pay so much attention to detail that probably wasn't even there like the rainbows and halos that surrounded the prett-
"you're doing it again." jongdae whispers as he nudges kris with his book.
"doing what?"
"scary thinking face." oh.
kris is about to reply when chanyeol chokes on his cake. minseok being the group’s mom rushes to the café’s counter to get some water.
“what’s up with you?” sehun leans sideways to chanyeol who is coughing up bits of chewed up cake over his cake.
“he’s in love.” jongin giggles, “that’s why he spilled his mocha on his crotch last night. to calm his undying love and all for baek-.”
“that’s not-“
chanyeol’s outburst startled minseok who’s carrying water ended up dropping the glass on chanyeol’s head and the latter’s poodle hair is now drenched, sticking to his forehead. sehun and jongin are pissing themselves while kris inwardly laughs, the gods chose the right victim to screw with, he smiles and thanks them.
just as they calmed down, one of the boys that performed last night - baekhyun, kris thinks - comes to their table and sees the mess. minseok bows apologetically while jongin tries to suppress his giggles by burying his face on jongdae’s shoulder.
“yixing! can you come clean this up please? i got an errand to do for junmyeon.” baekhyun calls out. kris perks up as he sees familiar brown head pop out from behind cake counter and makes his way towards them with a mop. suddenly he feels light and dun dun dun, as cliché as it may sound, he thinks there are butterflies fluttering like trolls in his stomach, beating the walls of his gut. it can’t be because of guitar b- yixing - because he’s definitely not interested in guys and what was it? love at first sight? kris thinks it’s all bullshit. maybe he’s just digesting. yeah.
kris notes the way yixing walks. he blinks and jesus, what the fuck. kris sees yixing running towards them in slow motion with his hair flying behind him like that woman with big bosoms in bay watch. kris flees.
*
“what’s up with you?” jongdae slides his tray in front of kris’ own as he sits down opposite the latter in the university cafeteria.
“nothing.” lies. it’s been two weeks and kris is losing sleep because he’s being plagued by yixing and that thing he saw back at the café. definitely not because he’s been dreaming of that every night or every time he closes his eyes all he sees is yixing face waltzing left and right. nope.
“you’ve been acting strange lately and you keep on making up excuses whenever we invite you to go to the café.” jongdae pouts as he nibbles on his cookie. kris grunts, he’s too sleep deprived to make up an excuse so he picks on his lunch and nods at everything jongdae says.
“what’s love?” kris’ eyes widens as he realizes what he just said, he flails his long giant arms before giving up when he hears jongdae’s laugh.
“well scientifically, love is an emotion and emotions are brought about by chemical reactions in the body. and personal opinion, not really sure but it’s somewhat similar to zitao’s relationship with minseok’s cakes.” jongdae pauses, “it’s yixing isn’t it?”
kris freezes halfway his nod, his eyes shooting up to see the latter smirking at him. jongdae doesn’t smirk! “no.” he replies, ignoring the foreign, somewhat scary expression on the younger boy’s face.
“save it. everyone's noticed you know. the way you look at him and all. even though sometimes it looks like you want to murder him instead of making love with him.”
kris’ jaw goes slack and stares at the boy, mentally screaming what over and over and over again. jongdae shrugs as he nibbles on his cookie.
*
kris turns his laptop on, he opens the internet and clicks on google. his fingers hovering over the keyboard, contemplating if he should do it or not because it sounds really stupid. he sighs and begins to type on the text box, he hits enter. scroll, scroll, pause, scroll, click. kris sighs for the nth time. he really is insane.
*
to jongdae and the other’s amusement and surprise, they find kris silently brooding outside of the café, menacing aura oozing out of every pore of his body; from his scalp to soles of his feet with people walking by cross the road and back just to avoid him.
“isn’t that your friend?” baekhyun asks.
“n- yes.” jongin hisses, rubbing his shin where minseok had kicked.
“well tell him to stop it because he’s scaring the customers away and we’re going to lose profit.” baekhyun says, motioning to the empty tables before carrying a box to the back room.
jongin looks at jongdae, quirking his brow. “didn’t you talk to him yesterday?”
“yeah and he’s being stupid about it.” jongdae sighs and shakes his head.
*
it’s friday night and when kris finally steps foot in the café, baekhyun and yixing were setting up on the tiny stage. he sighs and sits next to jongdae who smiles and offers some of his cookies in which he gladly takes one just to distract himself from looking at yixing, who by the way is surrounded by rainbows and glitters and bright lights and all that jazz. kris swears he saw a very tiny flying little chubby kid shooting stuff at him.
insanity, kris whispers to himself.
okay, so if he does the stuff from his research he’d be good to go. he can do this and prove jongdae wrong, kris isn’t dumb and hopeless.
emotion-focused coping: a coping style that targets the emotional impact of stressors. includes denial and social support. that’s what kris will do - well not really because social support will do him no good when he’s friends with idiots - because he thinks yixing is some kind of magical creature that could affect the chemicals in his body and it’s really stressing him out with the loss of his precious sleep and all, therefore he will treat yixing as a stressor or the stimuli to the shit he’s been feeling like the increase of his heart rate, the butterflies that troll in his stomach, the sweaty palms and the blood rush to the you know where at what direction, similarly but not entirely to that body response to stressors that he had read about - fight or flight reaction. he’s either going to face his feelings or run away from it.
denial is what kris will do and he will succeed and rub it all over jongdae’s face while laughing manically at him with fires erupting in the background and all, yeah. he’ll deny everything. that’s what denial means, right?
yixing starts to play the guitar with baekhyun singing and kris thinks god is making everything a lot harder. how can he do his denial shit when everything blurs out of his awareness and only yixing is there being all pretty and stuff with his dimple popping out here and there whenever he flashes - yeah, he’ll be shameless and thinks it’s for him - the audience his heart fluttering smile and-
eye fucking contact.
what was that? oh it’s denial flying out of the window, down a cliff and into the depths of hell.
and he doesn’t even know if he wants it back because he’d just like to stare at those pretty brown orbs and kiss those sweet lips five-ever.
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a/n: still getting used to writing exo and i fail at kris sob sob sob. this fic... ide tbh.
writing this made me realize that i am definitely a drabble person. this is over 1k and god, i really feel sorry for the pairing bc this is so boring. ;~~~;
ANYWAYS IT'S 4 SOMETHING IN THE MORNING AND EXCUSE THIS THING CALLED FANFICTION AND THE FIGHT OR FLIGHT THING BC IT PROBABLY DIDNT MAKE SENSE AND I LEARNED IT LAST YEAR IN PSYCHOLOGY AND I CANNOT REMEMBER HOW IT GOES.
SECOND PART IS PROBABLY ALMOST CERTAINLY UNDER 1K BC I CANT BRING MYSELF TO TORTURE PEOPLE ANYMORE 8( SOMEONE SEND ME A TUTORIAL ON HOW TO TURN OFF CAPS BUTTON. I AM SO SLEEP DEPRIVED. SOBS.
/whispers i'll update later (which is probs next week bc i shall follow someone's footsteps and be a pro procrastinator like yeaaa)
EDIT: fixed the spelling mistakes i found, not sure about the others because its late and im going back to school next week monday and im just doing this and procrastinate on everything T_____T
EXO; kris/lay | pg | AU; humour? idek;; | 2,134w
kris is losing his sanity.
a/n: fanxinggggggggg o/ to feed ate krissy's needs!
"hey jongin, do you think kris-"
"i'm right here you know."
"woah!" chanyeol flails, "and jonginnie thought your brows couldn't furrow any deeper!" he grins with wide eyes. kris finds that unnerving. aren't your eyes suppose to turn into some kind of crescent moon shape when you smile that wide? kris is sure the latter shoves a hanger in his mouth; he's also positive it's still in there and probably in his eyes too making everything look so... wide. strangely, everything is oh so common to him. every goddamn day.
chanyeol jabs his hand forward, his palm facing up towards kris. he smiles, eye twitching. "i won the bet. now give me 100."
"that's not how it works, you dumbass." kris feels like throwing himself towards rampaging buffalos.
"i know but jongin and i are broke and there's a café nearb-"
that was the seventh time that day kris lost his calm and it wasn't even noon yet. why does he even hang around dumb and dumber. he seriously need to rethink his life choices.
chanyeol ends up having a large bruise bang in the middle of this eyebrows. kris doesn't regret anything.
doesn't?
wrong.
it's friday and to kris' dismay, he was unwillingly dragged against his will to a newly opened café near the university and is now currently stuck in between two dumb beings that goes by the human names jongin and chanyeol; one busy fawning over a waiter and one busy complementing a cup of mocha, muttering pick up lines to it. rolling his eyes, he crosses his arms against his chest and drowns out everything.
kris is in the middle of his daily ritual of rethinking his life decisions involving dumb and dumber every 6 p.m. when he is interrupted by the café manager clearing his throat in front of an obnoxiously loud microphone, introducing two men. automatically, his eyes lands on the guy sitting on a stool, cradling an acoustic guitar and kris catches himself staring a little too long. he notices the way the boy caresses the guitar's neck and kris is pretty sure his eyes are playing unfunny tricks on him because all kris is aware of is the other boy.
he finds himself leaning in as the boy started to pluck at the strings, fingers delicately dancing over the cords as his body curves over the guitar. he watches as the boy sway lightly in his seat, eyes closed. he notices the curve that graced the latter's slightly wet lips. he notices how it starts to move, forming words and if only he could just reach ou-
"fuck!" chanyeol hisses and kris' concentration jerks away from the boy's lips. his gaze flickers upwards to the boy's eyes and woah. and as cliché as it may sound, their eyes connected and kris swears he could see glitters and halos and bright lights surrounding the boy. what the hell.
he rips his attention away from the boy and looks at chanyeol. dude spilled his mocha on his crotch. did he mention the beverage was hot and the latter is wearing skinny jeans? no? oh well.
*
kris finds himself seated at a corner of the café with jongdae and jongin. it's saturday morning and everyone wanted to try out the newly opened cafe. kris found out that the people working at the cafe goes to same university after chanyeol spilled his mocha on himself. luckily, they were kind enough to let him borrow an apron to cover the stain on his crotch.
"finally they're here.” jongdae sighs as he closes his book and adjusts his glasses.
chanyeol waddles towards the table with sehun and minseok on each side, supporting him. kris snorts. chanyeol kicks kris’ shin under the table as he sits, “stop being mean!”. with kris’ reputation of having a stoic bitch face all the time and as much as he would like to beg to differ, he doesn’t want to lose it especially to chanyeol. despite the latter’s looks, he is obnoxiously strong and he’s got a massive foot. you know how that formula works, the kick hurts like a bitch. biting the insides of his cheek, he glowers down at chanyeol who is oblivious, happily stabbing at his cake.
"oh yeah!" jongin's outburst break kris' mission to light chanyeol's cake on fire with his eyes, "you were looking like that while baekhyun and his friend were performing last night!" kris realizes that you is him and what. he definitely wasn't trying to shoot fires at... guitar boy.
the whole table truns to face him, "i was just thinking." yeah just thinking... about how the halo around the boy looked so, oh so pretty. kris mentally squeezes a cotton candy.
"thinking about killing someone brutally with your eyes?"
"do you want me to do that to you?"
jongin looks away as he sips on his drink and they're all shifting in their seats, kris smirks to himself. minseok clears his throat in attempt to lighten the mood and soon everyone is back to their conversations earlier. normally kris would contribute to the conversations with small comments here and there or make fun of jongin and chanyeol but he finds his mind travelling back to the boy last night. he analyzes his thoughts that night and jesus. since when did he pay so much attention to detail that probably wasn't even there like the rainbows and halos that surrounded the prett-
"you're doing it again." jongdae whispers as he nudges kris with his book.
"doing what?"
"scary thinking face." oh.
kris is about to reply when chanyeol chokes on his cake. minseok being the group’s mom rushes to the café’s counter to get some water.
“what’s up with you?” sehun leans sideways to chanyeol who is coughing up bits of chewed up cake over his cake.
“he’s in love.” jongin giggles, “that’s why he spilled his mocha on his crotch last night. to calm his undying love and all for baek-.”
“that’s not-“
chanyeol’s outburst startled minseok who’s carrying water ended up dropping the glass on chanyeol’s head and the latter’s poodle hair is now drenched, sticking to his forehead. sehun and jongin are pissing themselves while kris inwardly laughs, the gods chose the right victim to screw with, he smiles and thanks them.
just as they calmed down, one of the boys that performed last night - baekhyun, kris thinks - comes to their table and sees the mess. minseok bows apologetically while jongin tries to suppress his giggles by burying his face on jongdae’s shoulder.
“yixing! can you come clean this up please? i got an errand to do for junmyeon.” baekhyun calls out. kris perks up as he sees familiar brown head pop out from behind cake counter and makes his way towards them with a mop. suddenly he feels light and dun dun dun, as cliché as it may sound, he thinks there are butterflies fluttering like trolls in his stomach, beating the walls of his gut. it can’t be because of guitar b- yixing - because he’s definitely not interested in guys and what was it? love at first sight? kris thinks it’s all bullshit. maybe he’s just digesting. yeah.
kris notes the way yixing walks. he blinks and jesus, what the fuck. kris sees yixing running towards them in slow motion with his hair flying behind him like that woman with big bosoms in bay watch. kris flees.
*
“what’s up with you?” jongdae slides his tray in front of kris’ own as he sits down opposite the latter in the university cafeteria.
“nothing.” lies. it’s been two weeks and kris is losing sleep because he’s being plagued by yixing and that thing he saw back at the café. definitely not because he’s been dreaming of that every night or every time he closes his eyes all he sees is yixing face waltzing left and right. nope.
“you’ve been acting strange lately and you keep on making up excuses whenever we invite you to go to the café.” jongdae pouts as he nibbles on his cookie. kris grunts, he’s too sleep deprived to make up an excuse so he picks on his lunch and nods at everything jongdae says.
“what’s love?” kris’ eyes widens as he realizes what he just said, he flails his long giant arms before giving up when he hears jongdae’s laugh.
“well scientifically, love is an emotion and emotions are brought about by chemical reactions in the body. and personal opinion, not really sure but it’s somewhat similar to zitao’s relationship with minseok’s cakes.” jongdae pauses, “it’s yixing isn’t it?”
kris freezes halfway his nod, his eyes shooting up to see the latter smirking at him. jongdae doesn’t smirk! “no.” he replies, ignoring the foreign, somewhat scary expression on the younger boy’s face.
“save it. everyone's noticed you know. the way you look at him and all. even though sometimes it looks like you want to murder him instead of making love with him.”
kris’ jaw goes slack and stares at the boy, mentally screaming what over and over and over again. jongdae shrugs as he nibbles on his cookie.
*
kris turns his laptop on, he opens the internet and clicks on google. his fingers hovering over the keyboard, contemplating if he should do it or not because it sounds really stupid. he sighs and begins to type on the text box, he hits enter. scroll, scroll, pause, scroll, click. kris sighs for the nth time. he really is insane.
*
to jongdae and the other’s amusement and surprise, they find kris silently brooding outside of the café, menacing aura oozing out of every pore of his body; from his scalp to soles of his feet with people walking by cross the road and back just to avoid him.
“isn’t that your friend?” baekhyun asks.
“n- yes.” jongin hisses, rubbing his shin where minseok had kicked.
“well tell him to stop it because he’s scaring the customers away and we’re going to lose profit.” baekhyun says, motioning to the empty tables before carrying a box to the back room.
jongin looks at jongdae, quirking his brow. “didn’t you talk to him yesterday?”
“yeah and he’s being stupid about it.” jongdae sighs and shakes his head.
*
it’s friday night and when kris finally steps foot in the café, baekhyun and yixing were setting up on the tiny stage. he sighs and sits next to jongdae who smiles and offers some of his cookies in which he gladly takes one just to distract himself from looking at yixing, who by the way is surrounded by rainbows and glitters and bright lights and all that jazz. kris swears he saw a very tiny flying little chubby kid shooting stuff at him.
insanity, kris whispers to himself.
okay, so if he does the stuff from his research he’d be good to go. he can do this and prove jongdae wrong, kris isn’t dumb and hopeless.
emotion-focused coping: a coping style that targets the emotional impact of stressors. includes denial and social support. that’s what kris will do - well not really because social support will do him no good when he’s friends with idiots - because he thinks yixing is some kind of magical creature that could affect the chemicals in his body and it’s really stressing him out with the loss of his precious sleep and all, therefore he will treat yixing as a stressor or the stimuli to the shit he’s been feeling like the increase of his heart rate, the butterflies that troll in his stomach, the sweaty palms and the blood rush to the you know where at what direction, similarly but not entirely to that body response to stressors that he had read about - fight or flight reaction. he’s either going to face his feelings or run away from it.
denial is what kris will do and he will succeed and rub it all over jongdae’s face while laughing manically at him with fires erupting in the background and all, yeah. he’ll deny everything. that’s what denial means, right?
yixing starts to play the guitar with baekhyun singing and kris thinks god is making everything a lot harder. how can he do his denial shit when everything blurs out of his awareness and only yixing is there being all pretty and stuff with his dimple popping out here and there whenever he flashes - yeah, he’ll be shameless and thinks it’s for him - the audience his heart fluttering smile and-
eye fucking contact.
what was that? oh it’s denial flying out of the window, down a cliff and into the depths of hell.
and he doesn’t even know if he wants it back because he’d just like to stare at those pretty brown orbs and kiss those sweet lips five-ever.
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a/n: still getting used to writing exo and i fail at kris sob sob sob. this fic... ide tbh.
writing this made me realize that i am definitely a drabble person. this is over 1k and god, i really feel sorry for the pairing bc this is so boring. ;~~~;
ANYWAYS IT'S 4 SOMETHING IN THE MORNING AND EXCUSE THIS THING CALLED FANFICTION AND THE FIGHT OR FLIGHT THING BC IT PROBABLY DIDNT MAKE SENSE AND I LEARNED IT LAST YEAR IN PSYCHOLOGY AND I CANNOT REMEMBER HOW IT GOES.
SECOND PART IS PROBABLY ALMOST CERTAINLY UNDER 1K BC I CANT BRING MYSELF TO TORTURE PEOPLE ANYMORE 8( SOMEONE SEND ME A TUTORIAL ON HOW TO TURN OFF CAPS BUTTON. I AM SO SLEEP DEPRIVED. SOBS.
/whispers i'll update later (which is probs next week bc i shall follow someone's footsteps and be a pro procrastinator like yeaaa)
EDIT: fixed the spelling mistakes i found, not sure about the others because its late and im going back to school next week monday and im just doing this and procrastinate on everything T_____T