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the case of the giraffe socks
chanyeol x kyungsoo , err , pg-13 , 1700w
in which kyungsoo likes order, and chanyeol breezes by and destroys it all.
a/n: because kyungsoo really is so adorable and i love him dearly. and i don't know where chanyeol came from but...we'll make do with it. this will be the last for a while i'm really sorry lol.
when kyungsoo wakes up one morning (and brushes his teeth, and combs his hair, and kicks jongin for being stupid) he finds chanyeol crowding around his drawer, rather animatedly making comments about "pink stripes" and "aww, his underwear is so small!"
"um," kyungsoo stutters, trying to clear his voice in the manliest way possible. "sorry, but what are you-"
chanyeol looks up and smiles. kyungsoo is still admittedly disturbed by his large eyes. "hey. i was looking for a shirt to wear because baekhyun got orange juice over mine." at this, kyungsoo looks down and realizes, oh, chanyeol isn't wearing much clothing. in fact, he's half naked. in his room.
"err," he starts (all right, so he's not the most coherent in the morning), "you could have asked me." oh god, chanyeol is leaning casually against his wardrobe and is flexing. flexing? flexing. "i would have picked one out for you."
chanyeol gives him a look, like, well i guess that could work, which quickly gives way to a smile. kyungsoo feels his cheeks flare. dear lord. chanyeol picks out his favorite purple tee. "i'll return it, just as soon as i get baekhyun back."
"but," kyungsoo starts to say before chanyeol is out the room and shouting, "hey, sehun-ah, where's baekhyun?"
dejected and suddenly two point seven degrees hotter than when he walked in, kyungsoo peers into the shelf. all the shirts have been thrown about, red mixing with green, stripes and solids heaped together in a scandalous pile. kyungsoo swallows down the knot in his throat.
this cannot keep happening.
kyungsoo will be the first to admit (though he never will, never, over his dead body) that he has had a crush on chanyeol since the afternoon they met. which was sort of an unfortunate fiasco involving ketchup and white shoes. and it was mostly sehun's fault, but kyungsoo had stood there so utterly devastated and oh god, it's the end of my life right now that chanyeol had started laughing at him, quite honestly laughing. and his laugh was exactly how kyungsoo had not imagined it, mellow and deep instead of high and breathy. at that moment kyungsoo realized that was chanyeol-contradiction after wonderful contradiction.
ah, kyungsoo sighs. "like this pea. small, but scrumptious with every bite."
"did you just compare something to a pea?"
"shut up, jongin."
apparently, baekhyun finds it really hilarious to announce to the entire group that yes, indeed, kyungsoo is wearing dinosaur-print underwear today, ladies and gents! kyungsoo can't help the sudden whiplash as he looks up from his textbook. chanyeol looks as smug as always, and sehun has one of those so this is how it's going to be looks on his face.
kyungsoo checks his belt. there's no way his pants could have slipped, and he made sure to change without anyone else around, so how is it that baekhyun knows-
"thursday is your green underwear day, isn't it? i could tell from the way you organized your drawer." chanyeol draws together his eyebrows in feigned confusion. "i thought since we were friends," his eyes seem to say, and the twist of his lips reads laughter.
kyungsoo is horrified. how? and when? but why?
"hey, don't make fun of him, guys," joonmyun tries to interject in a leader-like tone he's been working on for the past few weeks. it doesn't work, because baekhyun laughs about how "it suits our little kyungsoo!" and sehun wonders aloud if he can get a pair. it's really not fair, kyungsoo suddenly realizes, that it's the three of them against two (jongin doesn't count because, well, he's jongin), and he feels so horribly upset.
he looks back down at his textbook and mutters, "they're comfortable," so quietly, the black ink swallows it up immediately. joonmyun ruffles his hair a bit and says, "they're just joking around."
kyungsoo makes a pointed effort to completely ignore the three for the rest of the day, which ends up with sehun attacking him with pillows and begging him to make dinner already, i'm starving. the things he does for them.
kyungsoo finds chanyeol in his room again, sitting on his bed and glancing through his music notebook. the alarms go off just a second later and kyungsoo, without knowing he even had the power, lunges at chanyeol. the boy instinctively holds the notebook high above with his arms stretched as kyungsoo cries, "come on, chanyeol, just give it back already!"
"i really like this song. are you planning on putting a rap in it?"
dear god, kyungsoo thinks and he drops his arms, exasperated, "you're a bully."
chanyeol, for the first time kyungsoo has known him, actually looks offended. it doesn't suit him. "what?" he drops the notebook onto kyungsoo's bed, which the boy snatches back onto his lap. "seriously?"
"i hope invading people's rooms isn't a habit of yours." kyungsoo flinches at his own anger, unable to stop the words from flying out. "i really don't appreciate you barging into my room and taking everything as if it's your own." chanyeol opens his mouth as if to say, well, we are one, so kyungsoo cuts him off with a halfhearted wave of his hand. "anyway, sehun was looking for you before."
chanyeol grabs kyungsoo's wrist before the boy can move and this, he thinks, is not how things are supposed to go. chanyeol is not supposed to be staring so intensely at him, and he was never supposed to let this (whatever this could mean) get to him, and man, maybe he shouldn't have made the whole color thing obvious.
"i'm sorry," chanyeol says. the deep timbre of his voice, the blackness of his eyes, stark opposites of his soft skin and lips. kyungsoo barely even registers the fact that chanyeol still has his fingers tightly wrapped around kyungsoo's wrist. "i'm really sorry, i didn't mean to offend you."
"it's fine," kyungsoo stutters hurriedly. "dinner's ready, so just go-"
"i'll make it up to you." and then chanyeol flashes him one of his smiles and kyungsoo is rendered speechless. he can only muster a shrug, and chanyeol stands up, still grinning.
"and i just thought it was cute, is all," he says, before walking out the room like he hadn't just fished out kyungsoo's heart with a few words like that's that.
right. and this is why chanyeol sucks.
or, maybe not.
kyungsoo has to look twice to make sure he isn't seeing things. because it's not every day that he's randomly given a pair of adorable giraffe socks tucked carefully between monday and tuesday as an apology. it's friday, the left side of kyungsoo's brain warns, but his hands betray him anyway, and then he walks into the living room wearing his bright yellow socks and red polo. on a friday, he tells himself. because fridays are nice like chanyeol's smile as he glances down at kyungsoo's feet.
"i'm glad you like them," chanyeol says and it's nice, but the way his eyes linger on kyungsoo's kneecaps gives him that odd fluttering feeling in his stomach.
"yeah, i'm thinking about starting a new pile for animal socks." kyungsoo sits down next to the boy, folds his legs pretzel-style on the couch and leans back, eyes never leaving the small slope of chanyeol's nose. "how'd you know i like giraffes?"
"it was a guess."
"no, it was in my music notebook."
well, chanyeol's eye roll seems to say. "if you say so."
"i know so." kyungsoo grins. with a sigh, chanyeol leans back against the couch and rests his head against kyungsoo's shoulder. kyungsoo feels his face burn, a sensation he's sick of already. "thanks. i didn't mean to yell at you."
"it's fine," the boy murmurs as he inspects a few strands of horribly fried hair. "i needed to be yelled at. i forgot how much it would have bothered you because i was having too much fun." laughing, chanyeol peers through his bangs up at kyungsoo who, shit, is he still blushing? judging by chanyeol's smirk, he probably is. "i really thought the underwear was cute."
"please, please don't bring that up."
"was it a gift or something? like, i can't imagine you buying that at the store or something."
"my mom got it for me, all right?" kyungsoo hides his face behind his hands. how he hates his life. "all right, new topic."
chanyeol ponders for a bit. "you mean like, talk about how much you like me?"
groaning, kyungsoo throws his arms over his head. "you really like getting to the point, don't you."
"it's one of the things you love about me."
"and how'd you figure that one out?"
"i could tell."
kyungsoo wearily blinks at chanyeol. there's something really wrong about this sequence of events, but chanyeol seems unaffected, like this is how it should be. kyungsoo highly doubts it, but as long as chanyeol is all right with it, kyungsoo might as well act his part.
"elephants next time." he tries to sound as cool as possible, but the lump won't go down no matter how hard he tries. he probably looks stupid too, but chanyeol doesn't seem to mind. smiling, chanyeol slips his fingers between kyungsoo's and squeezes gently.
"next time, you'll come with me."
kyungsoo's probably imagining it, but he thinks chanyeol is blushing. he smiles stupidly before saying, "then you'll buy lunch, for leaving my drawer a complete mess."
there's a brief pause before chanyeol laughs (ever so charmingly) and says, "yeah. sounds good."
when kyungsoo wakes up the next morning (and brushes his teeth, and combs his hair, and for once gives jongin the last piece of ham) he finds chanyeol standing around in the foyer wearing blue and smiling.
"buy more orange juice," baekhyun calls out. kyungsoo only shakes his head and laughs, before slinging an arm around the blue sky two shades brighter than his own.
he can live with this.
okay just to clarify i really do like jongin, but for some reason i think kyungsoo and jongin would be like that one pair who just act in spite of one another in that really cute brotherly way so yeah
i also really have no idea what this is. no clue.
seriously though, i'm going to write less because i need to study for ap's. lol. exo is ruining my good study habits.
chanyeol x kyungsoo , err , pg-13 , 1700w
in which kyungsoo likes order, and chanyeol breezes by and destroys it all.
a/n: because kyungsoo really is so adorable and i love him dearly. and i don't know where chanyeol came from but...we'll make do with it. this will be the last for a while i'm really sorry lol.
when kyungsoo wakes up one morning (and brushes his teeth, and combs his hair, and kicks jongin for being stupid) he finds chanyeol crowding around his drawer, rather animatedly making comments about "pink stripes" and "aww, his underwear is so small!"
"um," kyungsoo stutters, trying to clear his voice in the manliest way possible. "sorry, but what are you-"
chanyeol looks up and smiles. kyungsoo is still admittedly disturbed by his large eyes. "hey. i was looking for a shirt to wear because baekhyun got orange juice over mine." at this, kyungsoo looks down and realizes, oh, chanyeol isn't wearing much clothing. in fact, he's half naked. in his room.
"err," he starts (all right, so he's not the most coherent in the morning), "you could have asked me." oh god, chanyeol is leaning casually against his wardrobe and is flexing. flexing? flexing. "i would have picked one out for you."
chanyeol gives him a look, like, well i guess that could work, which quickly gives way to a smile. kyungsoo feels his cheeks flare. dear lord. chanyeol picks out his favorite purple tee. "i'll return it, just as soon as i get baekhyun back."
"but," kyungsoo starts to say before chanyeol is out the room and shouting, "hey, sehun-ah, where's baekhyun?"
dejected and suddenly two point seven degrees hotter than when he walked in, kyungsoo peers into the shelf. all the shirts have been thrown about, red mixing with green, stripes and solids heaped together in a scandalous pile. kyungsoo swallows down the knot in his throat.
this cannot keep happening.
kyungsoo will be the first to admit (though he never will, never, over his dead body) that he has had a crush on chanyeol since the afternoon they met. which was sort of an unfortunate fiasco involving ketchup and white shoes. and it was mostly sehun's fault, but kyungsoo had stood there so utterly devastated and oh god, it's the end of my life right now that chanyeol had started laughing at him, quite honestly laughing. and his laugh was exactly how kyungsoo had not imagined it, mellow and deep instead of high and breathy. at that moment kyungsoo realized that was chanyeol-contradiction after wonderful contradiction.
ah, kyungsoo sighs. "like this pea. small, but scrumptious with every bite."
"did you just compare something to a pea?"
"shut up, jongin."
apparently, baekhyun finds it really hilarious to announce to the entire group that yes, indeed, kyungsoo is wearing dinosaur-print underwear today, ladies and gents! kyungsoo can't help the sudden whiplash as he looks up from his textbook. chanyeol looks as smug as always, and sehun has one of those so this is how it's going to be looks on his face.
kyungsoo checks his belt. there's no way his pants could have slipped, and he made sure to change without anyone else around, so how is it that baekhyun knows-
"thursday is your green underwear day, isn't it? i could tell from the way you organized your drawer." chanyeol draws together his eyebrows in feigned confusion. "i thought since we were friends," his eyes seem to say, and the twist of his lips reads laughter.
kyungsoo is horrified. how? and when? but why?
"hey, don't make fun of him, guys," joonmyun tries to interject in a leader-like tone he's been working on for the past few weeks. it doesn't work, because baekhyun laughs about how "it suits our little kyungsoo!" and sehun wonders aloud if he can get a pair. it's really not fair, kyungsoo suddenly realizes, that it's the three of them against two (jongin doesn't count because, well, he's jongin), and he feels so horribly upset.
he looks back down at his textbook and mutters, "they're comfortable," so quietly, the black ink swallows it up immediately. joonmyun ruffles his hair a bit and says, "they're just joking around."
kyungsoo makes a pointed effort to completely ignore the three for the rest of the day, which ends up with sehun attacking him with pillows and begging him to make dinner already, i'm starving. the things he does for them.
kyungsoo finds chanyeol in his room again, sitting on his bed and glancing through his music notebook. the alarms go off just a second later and kyungsoo, without knowing he even had the power, lunges at chanyeol. the boy instinctively holds the notebook high above with his arms stretched as kyungsoo cries, "come on, chanyeol, just give it back already!"
"i really like this song. are you planning on putting a rap in it?"
dear god, kyungsoo thinks and he drops his arms, exasperated, "you're a bully."
chanyeol, for the first time kyungsoo has known him, actually looks offended. it doesn't suit him. "what?" he drops the notebook onto kyungsoo's bed, which the boy snatches back onto his lap. "seriously?"
"i hope invading people's rooms isn't a habit of yours." kyungsoo flinches at his own anger, unable to stop the words from flying out. "i really don't appreciate you barging into my room and taking everything as if it's your own." chanyeol opens his mouth as if to say, well, we are one, so kyungsoo cuts him off with a halfhearted wave of his hand. "anyway, sehun was looking for you before."
chanyeol grabs kyungsoo's wrist before the boy can move and this, he thinks, is not how things are supposed to go. chanyeol is not supposed to be staring so intensely at him, and he was never supposed to let this (whatever this could mean) get to him, and man, maybe he shouldn't have made the whole color thing obvious.
"i'm sorry," chanyeol says. the deep timbre of his voice, the blackness of his eyes, stark opposites of his soft skin and lips. kyungsoo barely even registers the fact that chanyeol still has his fingers tightly wrapped around kyungsoo's wrist. "i'm really sorry, i didn't mean to offend you."
"it's fine," kyungsoo stutters hurriedly. "dinner's ready, so just go-"
"i'll make it up to you." and then chanyeol flashes him one of his smiles and kyungsoo is rendered speechless. he can only muster a shrug, and chanyeol stands up, still grinning.
"and i just thought it was cute, is all," he says, before walking out the room like he hadn't just fished out kyungsoo's heart with a few words like that's that.
right. and this is why chanyeol sucks.
or, maybe not.
kyungsoo has to look twice to make sure he isn't seeing things. because it's not every day that he's randomly given a pair of adorable giraffe socks tucked carefully between monday and tuesday as an apology. it's friday, the left side of kyungsoo's brain warns, but his hands betray him anyway, and then he walks into the living room wearing his bright yellow socks and red polo. on a friday, he tells himself. because fridays are nice like chanyeol's smile as he glances down at kyungsoo's feet.
"i'm glad you like them," chanyeol says and it's nice, but the way his eyes linger on kyungsoo's kneecaps gives him that odd fluttering feeling in his stomach.
"yeah, i'm thinking about starting a new pile for animal socks." kyungsoo sits down next to the boy, folds his legs pretzel-style on the couch and leans back, eyes never leaving the small slope of chanyeol's nose. "how'd you know i like giraffes?"
"it was a guess."
"no, it was in my music notebook."
well, chanyeol's eye roll seems to say. "if you say so."
"i know so." kyungsoo grins. with a sigh, chanyeol leans back against the couch and rests his head against kyungsoo's shoulder. kyungsoo feels his face burn, a sensation he's sick of already. "thanks. i didn't mean to yell at you."
"it's fine," the boy murmurs as he inspects a few strands of horribly fried hair. "i needed to be yelled at. i forgot how much it would have bothered you because i was having too much fun." laughing, chanyeol peers through his bangs up at kyungsoo who, shit, is he still blushing? judging by chanyeol's smirk, he probably is. "i really thought the underwear was cute."
"please, please don't bring that up."
"was it a gift or something? like, i can't imagine you buying that at the store or something."
"my mom got it for me, all right?" kyungsoo hides his face behind his hands. how he hates his life. "all right, new topic."
chanyeol ponders for a bit. "you mean like, talk about how much you like me?"
groaning, kyungsoo throws his arms over his head. "you really like getting to the point, don't you."
"it's one of the things you love about me."
"and how'd you figure that one out?"
"i could tell."
kyungsoo wearily blinks at chanyeol. there's something really wrong about this sequence of events, but chanyeol seems unaffected, like this is how it should be. kyungsoo highly doubts it, but as long as chanyeol is all right with it, kyungsoo might as well act his part.
"elephants next time." he tries to sound as cool as possible, but the lump won't go down no matter how hard he tries. he probably looks stupid too, but chanyeol doesn't seem to mind. smiling, chanyeol slips his fingers between kyungsoo's and squeezes gently.
"next time, you'll come with me."
kyungsoo's probably imagining it, but he thinks chanyeol is blushing. he smiles stupidly before saying, "then you'll buy lunch, for leaving my drawer a complete mess."
there's a brief pause before chanyeol laughs (ever so charmingly) and says, "yeah. sounds good."
when kyungsoo wakes up the next morning (and brushes his teeth, and combs his hair, and for once gives jongin the last piece of ham) he finds chanyeol standing around in the foyer wearing blue and smiling.
"buy more orange juice," baekhyun calls out. kyungsoo only shakes his head and laughs, before slinging an arm around the blue sky two shades brighter than his own.
he can live with this.
okay just to clarify i really do like jongin, but for some reason i think kyungsoo and jongin would be like that one pair who just act in spite of one another in that really cute brotherly way so yeah
i also really have no idea what this is. no clue.
seriously though, i'm going to write less because i need to study for ap's. lol. exo is ruining my good study habits.