Landslide // EXO
A random thing for Tiff ♥
Landslide
Kris/Chanyeol
G, 1648 words
Kris is in China and Chanyeol is like "I wanna write "I miss you" on a rock and throw it at your face so you know how much it hurts to miss you."
Sometimes (namely times that are a week or more into separate unit activities, after EXO-M have been in China for long enough that the novelty of long distance wears off and Skype chats back to Korea are given up in favor of more sleep) Chanyeol wishes he'd put more emphasis on foreign language classes during training instead of silly things like broadcast speech. He hadn't been that interested in foreign languages at the time because he'd always had Kris, anyway, to do the translating for him. He'd never thought about what he'd do without Kris around.
As it is, he's not even good enough friends with any of the Chinese people in the company to ask them for help - at least not for something as embarrassing as finding and following a bunch of his own bandmate's Chinese fansites. He tries to muddle through with three Chinese dictionaries that he'd bought online, except who knew the language was actually totally weird picture-scribbles, without any sort of alphabetical organization at all?
After three days, long for Chanyeol's attention span, he throws in the towel and just decides to blow up Kris' voicemail in Korea instead. It's impossible to get Kris on the phone thanks to weird Chinese people schedules or something, and anyway he'll get in trouble if he spends so much money on long distance calls like he did during their last round of separate promotions.
It's easy to leave Kris short messages on his phone during his breaks in the day, and easy to say long ramble-y things to Kris' voicemail buried under his covers at night. It's a lot like writing a letter, only when he's done the words aren't still there in front of him, making him second guess himself. It also helps that Kris isn't there to stare at him with sharply questioning brows, or to make Chanyeol's heart race with a crinkle-eyed grin when Chanyeol says something dumb.
"I miss you, Kris hyung," he coos while he waits for the stylists to finish fussing over Sehun's hair, cupping a hand around his mouth and the mouthpiece of his phone so that no one else can hear. "Kris gege," he attempts, giggling a little at his own accented Chinese. "I wanna throw a rock at your face so it hurts and you miss me," he adds mischievously before hanging up. He'd read something like that on the Internet yesterday, and thought it was funny. He's not quite sure if he quoted it exactly right, but Kris will understand, he's sure.
"Let's get jjajangmyun when you come back," he chirps later in the evening. "I have a coupon for the place we used to go all the time when we were training!" He waves the coupon around in the air excitedly for a moment, before realizing that Kris can't actually see.
"Jongin made fun of me again!" Chanyeol reports, a day later, "and Joonma-hyung took his side! He's a bad leader! You're a better leader, du-i-jjang!"
"Let's write a rap together and see if we can get it on the next album, yeah?"
"I can't wait until you come back. I'm sick of my half of the group's ugly faces!"
After a few days, he gets so used to sharing his thoughts with Kris' voicemail that his brain-to-mouth filter stops functioning as soon as he hears the familiar "a-yo wassup it's Mr. Fan" pre-recorded message and he just lets all his thoughts flow. He tells Kris what he ate that day, the mistakes he made, the hard time Baekhyun gave him for making mistakes, his frustration with a fan who kept screaming in his ear and flashing her camera in his face, the melody in his head, the sniffles that won't go away because Kris isn't around to make him put on a jacket in the morning and Joonmyun isn't the boss of Chanyeol!
Unfortunately, the situation spirals out of hand quickly. He goes from jokingly-disgusting mushy to questionably-serious mushy in less than a week. And while Chanyeol is aware of it, he's somehow incapable of stopping himself, like the brakes on his tongue have gotten worn out from being used too much. And maybe he doesn't want to stop himself a whole lot anyway.
They've hit a period where there aren't many group activities for EXO-K, and while Joonmyun and Baekhyun are busy every day trying to be personalities on TV and radio, the rest of them are dispersed throughout the SM buildings, each working hard at their own thing. Chanyeol has work too, but easy stuff like photoshoots for clothing ads, which leaves him with a light enough schedule that he can still spend most evenings cuddling up with his guitar in the dorm. He stays up until 4 a.m. three nights in a row, building up the raw emotions, best for song writing, that only show up in late night solitude.
Chanyeol has gotten so into the habit of calling Kris before he sleeps at night that he makes the call even on nights like these, when he knows it's a bad idea. It's just so late and he's been writing sappy love songs alone in a corner of their dorm room for the past five hours. He's overtired and over-saturated in song writing, and for some reason unknown to him, Kris' dumb voice on the message on his voicemail recording makes Chanyeol's throat feel scratchy and his sinuses burn. He flops down on the narrow sofa and stares as hard as he can at the ceiling, willing the tears not to form. He's still got his guitar in one hand, and he hugs it to his chest, trying to derive comfort from its hard lines and infinite possibilities.
The thing is, Chanyeol really seriously misses Kris.
He misses the low rumble of Kris' voice as he hums along to a song they listen to on shared headphones, and the uncool way words stumble over each other on Kris' tongue when they practice rapping together. He misses Kris padding around in bare feet and his old basketball jersey in the mornings, gulping down milk from the carton with his hair sticking up every which way. He misses Kris' jokes that everyone else says are dumb but never fail to make Chanyeol laugh. He misses the indulgent look in Kris' eyes when he's picking Chanyeol up off the ground after Chanyeol trips over his own feet. He misses being able to talk and talk and talk and Kris never telling him to shut up. He misses being able to be quiet with Kris, without feeling the urge to fill up the silence like he does with everyone else.
Really, that thing he'd read on the internet about throwing rocks because missing people hurts (or whatever) was pretty accurate.
When the little beep indicates that he can start talking, words slip and slide off Chanyeol's tongue heedlessly.
EXO-M arrive back in Korea three weeks after they leave, but their other half are out at a fansigning in a different city, so it's actually Kris who's waiting at the dorms to greet Chanyeol when he comes in.
Chanyeol freezes for a moment in the middle of taking off his jacket, gawping at the lanky figure smiling at him from his bed, before launching himself bodily at Kris. The force of his momentum makes his mattress shift a good five inches off the box spring and knocks a pile of stuffed animals over onto the floor. Chanyeol, exuberant with joy, tries to save at least his favorite ferret plushie from dusty ignominy but just ends up whacking Kris in the mouth his jacket zipper. Oops. He still has one arm in one of the sleeves.
"Ow! I thought you were gonna throw a rock at my face, not a zipper?" Kris laughs. He sets Chanyeol back a little ways from himself and pats Chanyeol on the head indulgently.
Oh.
Chanyeol can feel his face flush in embarrassment, and there's a rushing in his ears that drowns out everything in his head so he can't think how to reply properly. For the first time since he started talking to Kris' voicemail, he comes to the full realization that he wasn't actually having one-way conversations. At some point, Kris would hear those messages.
The thing is, it's not like Chanyeol didn't know, he just didn't really think about it somehow. He isn't dumb nor a thoughtless person, he's just grown so comfortable in Kris' total acceptance of him that he hadn't stopped to calculate his actions like he would have done with anyone else. But maybe he should have thought it out a little more, just this once.
He sits back on his heels and looks at Kris, a little apprehensive. His mind is racing a mile a minute now, wondering if he should laugh it all off and pass it as a big joke. He'd said some pretty loaded things in the maudlin hours of the night, and maybe that wasn't the best idea.
But Kris is grinning so hard it's practically eating up his face. "So you couldn't stop thinking about me, huh? You really missed me, huh? You're in love with me, huh?"
Chanyeol opens his mouth, and then closes it again, like a goldfish. For all his usual chatter, it's difficult to find the right words with Kris right there in front of him.
Then Kris leans in and covers Chanyeol's lips with his own and Chanyeol promptly gives up trying. Actions are better than words, anyway.
(And nevermind that they quickly get tangled in his jacket which is still only half off and in their struggle to extricate themselves Chanyeol's mattress slides fully off the boxspring onto the floor in a landslide of stuffed animals and bedding.)
Landslide
Kris/Chanyeol
G, 1648 words
Kris is in China and Chanyeol is like "I wanna write "I miss you" on a rock and throw it at your face so you know how much it hurts to miss you."
Sometimes (namely times that are a week or more into separate unit activities, after EXO-M have been in China for long enough that the novelty of long distance wears off and Skype chats back to Korea are given up in favor of more sleep) Chanyeol wishes he'd put more emphasis on foreign language classes during training instead of silly things like broadcast speech. He hadn't been that interested in foreign languages at the time because he'd always had Kris, anyway, to do the translating for him. He'd never thought about what he'd do without Kris around.
As it is, he's not even good enough friends with any of the Chinese people in the company to ask them for help - at least not for something as embarrassing as finding and following a bunch of his own bandmate's Chinese fansites. He tries to muddle through with three Chinese dictionaries that he'd bought online, except who knew the language was actually totally weird picture-scribbles, without any sort of alphabetical organization at all?
After three days, long for Chanyeol's attention span, he throws in the towel and just decides to blow up Kris' voicemail in Korea instead. It's impossible to get Kris on the phone thanks to weird Chinese people schedules or something, and anyway he'll get in trouble if he spends so much money on long distance calls like he did during their last round of separate promotions.
It's easy to leave Kris short messages on his phone during his breaks in the day, and easy to say long ramble-y things to Kris' voicemail buried under his covers at night. It's a lot like writing a letter, only when he's done the words aren't still there in front of him, making him second guess himself. It also helps that Kris isn't there to stare at him with sharply questioning brows, or to make Chanyeol's heart race with a crinkle-eyed grin when Chanyeol says something dumb.
"I miss you, Kris hyung," he coos while he waits for the stylists to finish fussing over Sehun's hair, cupping a hand around his mouth and the mouthpiece of his phone so that no one else can hear. "Kris gege," he attempts, giggling a little at his own accented Chinese. "I wanna throw a rock at your face so it hurts and you miss me," he adds mischievously before hanging up. He'd read something like that on the Internet yesterday, and thought it was funny. He's not quite sure if he quoted it exactly right, but Kris will understand, he's sure.
"Let's get jjajangmyun when you come back," he chirps later in the evening. "I have a coupon for the place we used to go all the time when we were training!" He waves the coupon around in the air excitedly for a moment, before realizing that Kris can't actually see.
"Jongin made fun of me again!" Chanyeol reports, a day later, "and Joonma-hyung took his side! He's a bad leader! You're a better leader, du-i-jjang!"
"Let's write a rap together and see if we can get it on the next album, yeah?"
"I can't wait until you come back. I'm sick of my half of the group's ugly faces!"
After a few days, he gets so used to sharing his thoughts with Kris' voicemail that his brain-to-mouth filter stops functioning as soon as he hears the familiar "a-yo wassup it's Mr. Fan" pre-recorded message and he just lets all his thoughts flow. He tells Kris what he ate that day, the mistakes he made, the hard time Baekhyun gave him for making mistakes, his frustration with a fan who kept screaming in his ear and flashing her camera in his face, the melody in his head, the sniffles that won't go away because Kris isn't around to make him put on a jacket in the morning and Joonmyun isn't the boss of Chanyeol!
Unfortunately, the situation spirals out of hand quickly. He goes from jokingly-disgusting mushy to questionably-serious mushy in less than a week. And while Chanyeol is aware of it, he's somehow incapable of stopping himself, like the brakes on his tongue have gotten worn out from being used too much. And maybe he doesn't want to stop himself a whole lot anyway.
They've hit a period where there aren't many group activities for EXO-K, and while Joonmyun and Baekhyun are busy every day trying to be personalities on TV and radio, the rest of them are dispersed throughout the SM buildings, each working hard at their own thing. Chanyeol has work too, but easy stuff like photoshoots for clothing ads, which leaves him with a light enough schedule that he can still spend most evenings cuddling up with his guitar in the dorm. He stays up until 4 a.m. three nights in a row, building up the raw emotions, best for song writing, that only show up in late night solitude.
Chanyeol has gotten so into the habit of calling Kris before he sleeps at night that he makes the call even on nights like these, when he knows it's a bad idea. It's just so late and he's been writing sappy love songs alone in a corner of their dorm room for the past five hours. He's overtired and over-saturated in song writing, and for some reason unknown to him, Kris' dumb voice on the message on his voicemail recording makes Chanyeol's throat feel scratchy and his sinuses burn. He flops down on the narrow sofa and stares as hard as he can at the ceiling, willing the tears not to form. He's still got his guitar in one hand, and he hugs it to his chest, trying to derive comfort from its hard lines and infinite possibilities.
The thing is, Chanyeol really seriously misses Kris.
He misses the low rumble of Kris' voice as he hums along to a song they listen to on shared headphones, and the uncool way words stumble over each other on Kris' tongue when they practice rapping together. He misses Kris padding around in bare feet and his old basketball jersey in the mornings, gulping down milk from the carton with his hair sticking up every which way. He misses Kris' jokes that everyone else says are dumb but never fail to make Chanyeol laugh. He misses the indulgent look in Kris' eyes when he's picking Chanyeol up off the ground after Chanyeol trips over his own feet. He misses being able to talk and talk and talk and Kris never telling him to shut up. He misses being able to be quiet with Kris, without feeling the urge to fill up the silence like he does with everyone else.
Really, that thing he'd read on the internet about throwing rocks because missing people hurts (or whatever) was pretty accurate.
When the little beep indicates that he can start talking, words slip and slide off Chanyeol's tongue heedlessly.
EXO-M arrive back in Korea three weeks after they leave, but their other half are out at a fansigning in a different city, so it's actually Kris who's waiting at the dorms to greet Chanyeol when he comes in.
Chanyeol freezes for a moment in the middle of taking off his jacket, gawping at the lanky figure smiling at him from his bed, before launching himself bodily at Kris. The force of his momentum makes his mattress shift a good five inches off the box spring and knocks a pile of stuffed animals over onto the floor. Chanyeol, exuberant with joy, tries to save at least his favorite ferret plushie from dusty ignominy but just ends up whacking Kris in the mouth his jacket zipper. Oops. He still has one arm in one of the sleeves.
"Ow! I thought you were gonna throw a rock at my face, not a zipper?" Kris laughs. He sets Chanyeol back a little ways from himself and pats Chanyeol on the head indulgently.
Oh.
Chanyeol can feel his face flush in embarrassment, and there's a rushing in his ears that drowns out everything in his head so he can't think how to reply properly. For the first time since he started talking to Kris' voicemail, he comes to the full realization that he wasn't actually having one-way conversations. At some point, Kris would hear those messages.
The thing is, it's not like Chanyeol didn't know, he just didn't really think about it somehow. He isn't dumb nor a thoughtless person, he's just grown so comfortable in Kris' total acceptance of him that he hadn't stopped to calculate his actions like he would have done with anyone else. But maybe he should have thought it out a little more, just this once.
He sits back on his heels and looks at Kris, a little apprehensive. His mind is racing a mile a minute now, wondering if he should laugh it all off and pass it as a big joke. He'd said some pretty loaded things in the maudlin hours of the night, and maybe that wasn't the best idea.
But Kris is grinning so hard it's practically eating up his face. "So you couldn't stop thinking about me, huh? You really missed me, huh? You're in love with me, huh?"
Chanyeol opens his mouth, and then closes it again, like a goldfish. For all his usual chatter, it's difficult to find the right words with Kris right there in front of him.
Then Kris leans in and covers Chanyeol's lips with his own and Chanyeol promptly gives up trying. Actions are better than words, anyway.
(And nevermind that they quickly get tangled in his jacket which is still only half off and in their struggle to extricate themselves Chanyeol's mattress slides fully off the boxspring onto the floor in a landslide of stuffed animals and bedding.)