the problem with fiction - interlude the second
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six (part one) / six (part two)
it’s joonmyun.
“don’t start to get any ideas, joonmyun-ah,” he had thought that he’d be less conspicuous with his change of attitude. “it’s hard not to treat him like a puppy,” at that, his bandmate just smiles like a very patient fallen angel and kris fights the urge to roll his eyes and/or sigh.
“you of all people should know,” he throws his head to the wall, “kyungsoo’s been looking gloom lately.”
“it’s so typical of you, ge, pointing out other’s weakness when you’re not admitting anything.” joonmyun is. still. smiling. “i understand, ge. chanyeol is too lovable, right?”
“right,” kris lifts the corner of his lips, narrowing his eyes as if giving joonmyun an eyesmile. kris doesn’t have an eyesmile, goddammit, it’s his way to tell joonmyun that, there, yeah, i couldn’t agree more. happy?
“seriously, ge,” joonmyun shakes his head, and actually kris is grateful that joonmyun, thanks to years of training together and being in the same team, understands how to handle his proud self; he doesn’t appear to be pitying kris at all.
no classic i-told-you-so look, either, because both of them are aware whose fault everything is.
joonmyun is just simply the most understanding guy ever.
“it’s okay,” he pats kris’ left shoulder.
but still.
kris’ last option is snorting, so he does, and then he ruffles joonmyun’s now burgundy red hair, leaves the practice room to join the rest of exo members to have a break.
▲▼
chanyeol is surprisingly blushing when they finally have the chance to enjoy the company's grand dinner, because this week exo barely goes home to prepare their comeback tomorrow on saturday.
“hyung you look so...” chanyeol’s, whoa, big round eyes are fixed on his new jet black hair and he smirks.
“i know, i know, close your mouth,” chanyeol does, cutely, and everybody laughs.
across the table, joonmyun is smiling at him, almost playfully, as he’s halfway through pulling at chanyeol’s nose.
shit.
“chan-hyung i miss you so bad!” tao is already attacking chanyeol with his suffocating hug, and chanyeol giggles at his shorter black streaked with faint blue hair.
“taonda has grown up!” he beams, and suddenly everyone else is waiting for his compliment on their freshly cut, comeback concept hairs. chanyeol says joonmyun is sexy, somehow. kyungsoo looks like a toddler, yixing really nails the straight hair, and minseok is way prettier than wonder girls’ sohee-whom the fans establish as minseok’s twin sister.
minseok is being the center of attention now, his precious horrified expression at chanyeol’s ‘pretty’ must be related to lu han’s probably similar reaction when the PD will see his new look.
kris gulps down his beer, enjoying how tao and yixing tease minseok to oblivion.
“hi,” barely ten centimeters from him, chanyeol’s eyes sparkle. “hi, hyung.”
he looks like spongebob.
“what,” kris really really really needs to poke chanyeol’s dimple just to make sure he’s real and not yellow, but joonmyun.
chanyeol bites his bottom lip instead of elaborating what and kris gives in, yes, that fast-by pinching the younger boy’s dimpled cheek.
“aw!” chanyeol pouts. “still so abusive!”
kris pinches chanyeol's other cheek.
“nevermind can i touch your head?” chanyeol scoots even closer and from the corner of his eyes, joonmyun is quietly watching while sipping on his ocha.
“sure.” but what the hell. it’s not like every little body contact he makes with chanyeol should be interpreted as oh my kris-ge you’re so whipped! right?
...
right?
“this feels weird,” chanyeol comments as he strokes kris’ crew cut nape. “so sharp.”
“this feels weird,” kris immediately does the same to chanyeol’s covered by soft hair nape, “so girly.”
“ugh,” chanyeol slaps his hand to kris’ chest and kris messes with the brunette locks, since chanyeol is so sensitive about it. “hyuuuuuuung!”
“geez,” yixing interrupts, “get a room, ge, a week without your daily happy vitamin surely make you desperate.”
if only joonmyun is high five-ing the vain evil then kris will have another reason(s) to, what, accidentally kick joonmyun when he’s calmly drinking like that or to tell the whole world about his very own pathetic side regarding kyungsoo.
but kyungsoo is innocent in this,
chanyeol is ecstatic at the nickname, clapping like a giant seal,
and yixing is sitting too faraway to receive his wrath.
“babies, calm down calm down,” wookie-hyung takes charge, but even he’s grinning a little bit too fondly. “let’s make a toast first, then you all can continue torture leader-sshi later. or better yet, save it for tomorrow’s comeback interview, xing-ah.”
yixing’s smirk is, by far, the most mischievous ever. and he puts his palms together to indicate that he’s in a very zen state.
my as-
“hyung?” chanyeol grabs his arm. “o~ne...”
kris bites chanyeol’s light green jumper clad forearm, or else he’s going to scream in frustration.
there’s a flash, and kyungsoo is giggling with yixing from behind his fanmade EXO’S UMMA ♥ phone hard case.
why.
saturday, less than twenty minutes to exo’s comeback
kris enjoys self-improvement books because they are his reminders that he’s not special.
because if he is, no one is supposed to write a book about his fears, doubts, and how to overcome them all-being special means that he shouldn’t be able to easily relate to those fictional example characters provided as self-reflections subject.
the fact that people do-writing books about somehow-him, is practically screaming that he’s nowhere near perfect like his fans and almost everyone deem him to be.
according to one of his favorite self-improvement books, plural, see?-he’s not the type to be peppered with endless consoling words and actions. when he’s nervous, or in doubt, scared, and whenever other negative objectives are overcrowding his brain, it’s better to let him be.
right this moment, kris wufan is having a mini mental breakdown. his head goes blank, he can’t even remember his parents’ face, two plus two is___, and what is south korea’s capital city again? it’s so dark up there, and the ground where his sponsored shoes step on is spinning.
he tries to recall any information that should have been up there for-how old is he?
“gotcha, hyung!”
that particular voice, though. it’s coming from someone who doesn’t really belong to him, but has taken him to feel such roller coaster emotions that he never cared, let alone wanted to have before.
“what are you doing here? everyone is looking for you!” what was the term yixing use yesterday? happy what?
“hyung?” he looks exceptionally pretty today, wearing a black bowler hat. by instinct, or naturally, kris flicks the button nose to indicate that he’s listening, always has.
but instead of pouting like he usually does after kris ‘abuse’ him, he looks dead serious this time, almost forming a frown. kris secretly hopes he does it, just so he can flick the space between his eyebrows, because two plus two is four; the darkness is falling, slowly, when his nails hit the soft skin.
vitamin something what?
“hyung,” an equally soft palm reaches to feel his forehead. “ummm do you need anything?”
“come here,” kris pulls at thin wrist, arranging him to sit in the middle of his spread legs. there’s a brief spluttering, but nothing else comes out from those plump, pink lips, and so kris continues to hook two bony knees on either side of his waist, and then everything becomes crystal clear.
kris wufan is the name. canadian-chinese-korean born. today is not only his birthday, but also exo’s comeback with the first full length album. their title song is trouble and this is park chanyeol, a seventeen years old boy from gangwon who can make the world peace happen with his beautiful smile.
“hyu-”
kris takes chanyeol’s right hand-oh that’s their fake engagement ring-and presses it against his thundering chest. chanyeol inhales sharply, because maybe, he’s just one of them.
kris doesn’t want chanyeol to think highly of him, and at the end of his helpless state he asks,
“i’m human, right?”
“of course you are,” chanyeol whispers without missing a beat; his eyes are shining, no, they're blinded and filled with what he usually finds on his nameless fans’ watering ones while they easily profess the l word at him on airports, stages, and other public places.
“chanyeol-ah,” he swallows a bitter lump, kicking aside his pride because swallowing is one of many gestures someone does when facing a deep, conflicted situation. or a mentally challenging question. or both.
“hyung,” chanyeol’s eyelashes are fluttering, and kris has been working hard not to taint chanyeol with his idiotic lust ever again-yet he’s leaning, chanyeol is leaning, and their lips meet.
no sparks, it’s just them and the solitary of a deserted hallway of MBC building, kissing awkwardly but reaching the completion anyway.
chanyeol’s lips are moist, and he tastes like the creamy lip-balm exo’s coordi-noona always recommends. he follows kris’ lead obediently, tilting his head at the right angle, and sighing dreamily when their lips part; his eyes are closed and his cheeks are blossoming. he moves their entwined hands to his chest, letting kris to also feel his frantic heartbeats.
“okay?” he whispers, gradually slowing down, maintaining their eye contact, and something inside of kris breaks.
there’s just no such thing as perfection, unless it’s park chanyeol.
end of i n t e r l u d e
deleted scenes / f i v e /
six (part one) / six (part two)
it’s joonmyun.
“don’t start to get any ideas, joonmyun-ah,” he had thought that he’d be less conspicuous with his change of attitude. “it’s hard not to treat him like a puppy,” at that, his bandmate just smiles like a very patient fallen angel and kris fights the urge to roll his eyes and/or sigh.
“you of all people should know,” he throws his head to the wall, “kyungsoo’s been looking gloom lately.”
“it’s so typical of you, ge, pointing out other’s weakness when you’re not admitting anything.” joonmyun is. still. smiling. “i understand, ge. chanyeol is too lovable, right?”
“right,” kris lifts the corner of his lips, narrowing his eyes as if giving joonmyun an eyesmile. kris doesn’t have an eyesmile, goddammit, it’s his way to tell joonmyun that, there, yeah, i couldn’t agree more. happy?
“seriously, ge,” joonmyun shakes his head, and actually kris is grateful that joonmyun, thanks to years of training together and being in the same team, understands how to handle his proud self; he doesn’t appear to be pitying kris at all.
no classic i-told-you-so look, either, because both of them are aware whose fault everything is.
joonmyun is just simply the most understanding guy ever.
“it’s okay,” he pats kris’ left shoulder.
but still.
kris’ last option is snorting, so he does, and then he ruffles joonmyun’s now burgundy red hair, leaves the practice room to join the rest of exo members to have a break.
▲▼
chanyeol is surprisingly blushing when they finally have the chance to enjoy the company's grand dinner, because this week exo barely goes home to prepare their comeback tomorrow on saturday.
“hyung you look so...” chanyeol’s, whoa, big round eyes are fixed on his new jet black hair and he smirks.
“i know, i know, close your mouth,” chanyeol does, cutely, and everybody laughs.
across the table, joonmyun is smiling at him, almost playfully, as he’s halfway through pulling at chanyeol’s nose.
shit.
“chan-hyung i miss you so bad!” tao is already attacking chanyeol with his suffocating hug, and chanyeol giggles at his shorter black streaked with faint blue hair.
“taonda has grown up!” he beams, and suddenly everyone else is waiting for his compliment on their freshly cut, comeback concept hairs. chanyeol says joonmyun is sexy, somehow. kyungsoo looks like a toddler, yixing really nails the straight hair, and minseok is way prettier than wonder girls’ sohee-whom the fans establish as minseok’s twin sister.
minseok is being the center of attention now, his precious horrified expression at chanyeol’s ‘pretty’ must be related to lu han’s probably similar reaction when the PD will see his new look.
kris gulps down his beer, enjoying how tao and yixing tease minseok to oblivion.
“hi,” barely ten centimeters from him, chanyeol’s eyes sparkle. “hi, hyung.”
he looks like spongebob.
“what,” kris really really really needs to poke chanyeol’s dimple just to make sure he’s real and not yellow, but joonmyun.
chanyeol bites his bottom lip instead of elaborating what and kris gives in, yes, that fast-by pinching the younger boy’s dimpled cheek.
“aw!” chanyeol pouts. “still so abusive!”
kris pinches chanyeol's other cheek.
“nevermind can i touch your head?” chanyeol scoots even closer and from the corner of his eyes, joonmyun is quietly watching while sipping on his ocha.
“sure.” but what the hell. it’s not like every little body contact he makes with chanyeol should be interpreted as oh my kris-ge you’re so whipped! right?
...
right?
“this feels weird,” chanyeol comments as he strokes kris’ crew cut nape. “so sharp.”
“this feels weird,” kris immediately does the same to chanyeol’s covered by soft hair nape, “so girly.”
“ugh,” chanyeol slaps his hand to kris’ chest and kris messes with the brunette locks, since chanyeol is so sensitive about it. “hyuuuuuuung!”
“geez,” yixing interrupts, “get a room, ge, a week without your daily happy vitamin surely make you desperate.”
if only joonmyun is high five-ing the vain evil then kris will have another reason(s) to, what, accidentally kick joonmyun when he’s calmly drinking like that or to tell the whole world about his very own pathetic side regarding kyungsoo.
but kyungsoo is innocent in this,
chanyeol is ecstatic at the nickname, clapping like a giant seal,
and yixing is sitting too faraway to receive his wrath.
“babies, calm down calm down,” wookie-hyung takes charge, but even he’s grinning a little bit too fondly. “let’s make a toast first, then you all can continue torture leader-sshi later. or better yet, save it for tomorrow’s comeback interview, xing-ah.”
yixing’s smirk is, by far, the most mischievous ever. and he puts his palms together to indicate that he’s in a very zen state.
my as-
“hyung?” chanyeol grabs his arm. “o~ne...”
kris bites chanyeol’s light green jumper clad forearm, or else he’s going to scream in frustration.
there’s a flash, and kyungsoo is giggling with yixing from behind his fanmade EXO’S UMMA ♥ phone hard case.
why.
saturday, less than twenty minutes to exo’s comeback
kris enjoys self-improvement books because they are his reminders that he’s not special.
because if he is, no one is supposed to write a book about his fears, doubts, and how to overcome them all-being special means that he shouldn’t be able to easily relate to those fictional example characters provided as self-reflections subject.
the fact that people do-writing books about somehow-him, is practically screaming that he’s nowhere near perfect like his fans and almost everyone deem him to be.
according to one of his favorite self-improvement books, plural, see?-he’s not the type to be peppered with endless consoling words and actions. when he’s nervous, or in doubt, scared, and whenever other negative objectives are overcrowding his brain, it’s better to let him be.
right this moment, kris wufan is having a mini mental breakdown. his head goes blank, he can’t even remember his parents’ face, two plus two is___, and what is south korea’s capital city again? it’s so dark up there, and the ground where his sponsored shoes step on is spinning.
he tries to recall any information that should have been up there for-how old is he?
“gotcha, hyung!”
that particular voice, though. it’s coming from someone who doesn’t really belong to him, but has taken him to feel such roller coaster emotions that he never cared, let alone wanted to have before.
“what are you doing here? everyone is looking for you!” what was the term yixing use yesterday? happy what?
“hyung?” he looks exceptionally pretty today, wearing a black bowler hat. by instinct, or naturally, kris flicks the button nose to indicate that he’s listening, always has.
but instead of pouting like he usually does after kris ‘abuse’ him, he looks dead serious this time, almost forming a frown. kris secretly hopes he does it, just so he can flick the space between his eyebrows, because two plus two is four; the darkness is falling, slowly, when his nails hit the soft skin.
vitamin something what?
“hyung,” an equally soft palm reaches to feel his forehead. “ummm do you need anything?”
“come here,” kris pulls at thin wrist, arranging him to sit in the middle of his spread legs. there’s a brief spluttering, but nothing else comes out from those plump, pink lips, and so kris continues to hook two bony knees on either side of his waist, and then everything becomes crystal clear.
kris wufan is the name. canadian-chinese-korean born. today is not only his birthday, but also exo’s comeback with the first full length album. their title song is trouble and this is park chanyeol, a seventeen years old boy from gangwon who can make the world peace happen with his beautiful smile.
“hyu-”
kris takes chanyeol’s right hand-oh that’s their fake engagement ring-and presses it against his thundering chest. chanyeol inhales sharply, because maybe, he’s just one of them.
kris doesn’t want chanyeol to think highly of him, and at the end of his helpless state he asks,
“i’m human, right?”
“of course you are,” chanyeol whispers without missing a beat; his eyes are shining, no, they're blinded and filled with what he usually finds on his nameless fans’ watering ones while they easily profess the l word at him on airports, stages, and other public places.
“chanyeol-ah,” he swallows a bitter lump, kicking aside his pride because swallowing is one of many gestures someone does when facing a deep, conflicted situation. or a mentally challenging question. or both.
“hyung,” chanyeol’s eyelashes are fluttering, and kris has been working hard not to taint chanyeol with his idiotic lust ever again-yet he’s leaning, chanyeol is leaning, and their lips meet.
no sparks, it’s just them and the solitary of a deserted hallway of MBC building, kissing awkwardly but reaching the completion anyway.
chanyeol’s lips are moist, and he tastes like the creamy lip-balm exo’s coordi-noona always recommends. he follows kris’ lead obediently, tilting his head at the right angle, and sighing dreamily when their lips part; his eyes are closed and his cheeks are blossoming. he moves their entwined hands to his chest, letting kris to also feel his frantic heartbeats.
“okay?” he whispers, gradually slowing down, maintaining their eye contact, and something inside of kris breaks.
there’s just no such thing as perfection, unless it’s park chanyeol.
end of i n t e r l u d e