two drabbles/ficlets
suho/chanyeol | 405 words | pg
knocking on the wrong door au
Knock knock. “Kyungsoo,” a voice calls out.
Chanyeol opens one eye. Maybe the person who is obviously knocking on the wrong door will realize his mistake and leave.
Knock knock. “Kyungsoo. Let me in.”
Chanyeol huffs and gets out of bed. Whoever is out there is probably drunk and has failed to notice that the apartment number is wrong.
Knock knock. “Kyungsoo, stop ignoring me.”
Chanyeol walks to his door, running a hand through his hair, and opens the door just as there is one more knock.
Outside his door stands a short man - well, most people are shorter than Chanyeol - with pale skin and soft-looking brown hair, his hand raised as if he’s about to knock more.
“Kyung- You’re not Kyungsoo,” the guy says with a small pout, and Chanyeol can’t help but find it cute (and notice his very pink lips). He looks tipsy at best.
“No, I’m not,” Chanyeol says, rubbing his neck. What does one do when a cute drunk guy knocks on one’s door hoping for someone else? Not to mention that Kyungsoo lives next door, so the sensible thing to do would point the guy that way.
So he does. “Kyungsoo lives next door,” he says out loud.
“Oh. I’m a little drunk,” the guy says as a way of explaining himself. At least that's what Chanyeol assumes is his intention. Maybe the guy is the type of guy who needs to announce that he's drunk, Chanyeol wouldn't know. "I guess I should go next door, then." The man's gaze slides over Chanyeol as he speaks.
"I'm Chanyeol," Chanyeol tells him quickly. "If you happen to remember it in the morning you can come to my door on purpose."
The guy grins warmly. "I'm Junmyeon and I'm not that drunk. You're cute. I'm sure I'll see you around, Chanyeol." Then Junmyeon turns and leaves for the apartment next door. Chanyeol looks after the shorter man; partly to be sure that he gets to the right door this time, partly because that guy is hot.
He likes how his name sounds on Junmyeon's lips. Something stirs in his gut; a new feeling, like a premonition of something good.
(A few weeks later when Junmyeon, sitting on Chanyeol’s couch, leans forward to meld their lips together, wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s large figure, it turns out Chanyeol was definitely right.)
sehun/baekhyun | 612 words | pg
sehun fixing baekhyun's fridge prompted by su
“Shit,” Baekhyun exclaims when he opens his freezer to see that everything inside it has apparently melted overnight and water has pooled at the bottom. The light is also turned off, which is never a good sign. Baekhyun flings open the door to the fridge underneath the freezer and finds a similar sight: the light is off and when he touches his milk carton it is too warm, not to mention the awful smell coming from it.
Baekhyun closes the fridge door and kicks at it in frustration and shouts angrily.
After feeling sorry for himself for some time he groans, deciding to face reality and get some help to fix his fridge.
It’s the warmest part of summer and by now the smell is starting to get to him so he exits his apartment while calling customer service for the place he bought the fridge at.
There are not good news. "What do you mean, you can't do anything about it? That's ridiculous!" Baekhyun complains into his phone.
"I'm sorry, sir, but your guarantee has run out. If you don't want to pay more we can't help you," says the woman at the other end.
"Useless," Baekhyun mumbles grumpily and ends the call.
A door opens. It’s the apartment a couple of doors to his right. A head pops out curiously, then a tall and skinny boy in a tank top and shorts walks out. Oh Sehun, Baekhyun remembers. He’s not someone Baekhyun sees regularly, but he’s seen him around a few times. The guy’s pretty hot. Baekhyun is feeling pretty hot.
“Is there a problem?” Oh Sehun asks. He has this stoic face that doesn't give away his feelings but Baekhyun thinks his neighbor is probably annoyed with having to listen to Baekhyun's shouting.
He decides it's best to ask. "Do you know anything about how to fix a fridge?" asks Baekhyun with a sheepish look on his face. Oh Sehun simply nods in reply. "Would you mind giving me a hand with mine? It stopped working for some reason and now a lot of my food is spoiled because of the heat and I have no idea how to fix it."
To Baekhyun's relief, Oh Sehun agrees to help. It also helps that the guy is pretty nice to look at while he works. He is overall very skinny but his arms seem strong, and Baekhyun easily finds himself checking the other boy out.
"You're pretty young, right? How do you know this stuff?"
"I'm 20 years old," Sehun replies. "Not a kid anymore. Anyway, it probably depends if you have someone to teach you, doesn't it?"
Baekhyun hums in reply.
Thanks to Sehun it doesn't take long before Baekhyun's fridge is back up and running. "You're amazing, thank you so much," Baekhyun praises. Sehun stands up with a small smile and is getting ready to leave when Baekhyun realizes that he is really interested in this guy.
“Hey, if you don’t mind, do you want to maybe stay and watch a movie? I don’t have any popcorn to offer but I do have ice tea and an air conditioner.” Baekhyun musters up a smile.
Sehun stands and stares at Baekhyun for a few moments, probably contemplating whether to spend time with the shorter man, and then goes for the door. “Give me a minute,” he calls, leaving Baekhyun confused. He soon comes back with a bag of popcorn, though, and Baekhyun beams.
After cleaning out all of the spoiled food, the rest of the morning is spent watching stupid movies in Baekhyun’s couch and munching on Sehun’s popcorn.
At least something good came out of Baekhyun’s crappy morning.
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knocking on the wrong door au
Knock knock. “Kyungsoo,” a voice calls out.
Chanyeol opens one eye. Maybe the person who is obviously knocking on the wrong door will realize his mistake and leave.
Knock knock. “Kyungsoo. Let me in.”
Chanyeol huffs and gets out of bed. Whoever is out there is probably drunk and has failed to notice that the apartment number is wrong.
Knock knock. “Kyungsoo, stop ignoring me.”
Chanyeol walks to his door, running a hand through his hair, and opens the door just as there is one more knock.
Outside his door stands a short man - well, most people are shorter than Chanyeol - with pale skin and soft-looking brown hair, his hand raised as if he’s about to knock more.
“Kyung- You’re not Kyungsoo,” the guy says with a small pout, and Chanyeol can’t help but find it cute (and notice his very pink lips). He looks tipsy at best.
“No, I’m not,” Chanyeol says, rubbing his neck. What does one do when a cute drunk guy knocks on one’s door hoping for someone else? Not to mention that Kyungsoo lives next door, so the sensible thing to do would point the guy that way.
So he does. “Kyungsoo lives next door,” he says out loud.
“Oh. I’m a little drunk,” the guy says as a way of explaining himself. At least that's what Chanyeol assumes is his intention. Maybe the guy is the type of guy who needs to announce that he's drunk, Chanyeol wouldn't know. "I guess I should go next door, then." The man's gaze slides over Chanyeol as he speaks.
"I'm Chanyeol," Chanyeol tells him quickly. "If you happen to remember it in the morning you can come to my door on purpose."
The guy grins warmly. "I'm Junmyeon and I'm not that drunk. You're cute. I'm sure I'll see you around, Chanyeol." Then Junmyeon turns and leaves for the apartment next door. Chanyeol looks after the shorter man; partly to be sure that he gets to the right door this time, partly because that guy is hot.
He likes how his name sounds on Junmyeon's lips. Something stirs in his gut; a new feeling, like a premonition of something good.
(A few weeks later when Junmyeon, sitting on Chanyeol’s couch, leans forward to meld their lips together, wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s large figure, it turns out Chanyeol was definitely right.)
sehun/baekhyun | 612 words | pg
sehun fixing baekhyun's fridge prompted by su
“Shit,” Baekhyun exclaims when he opens his freezer to see that everything inside it has apparently melted overnight and water has pooled at the bottom. The light is also turned off, which is never a good sign. Baekhyun flings open the door to the fridge underneath the freezer and finds a similar sight: the light is off and when he touches his milk carton it is too warm, not to mention the awful smell coming from it.
Baekhyun closes the fridge door and kicks at it in frustration and shouts angrily.
After feeling sorry for himself for some time he groans, deciding to face reality and get some help to fix his fridge.
It’s the warmest part of summer and by now the smell is starting to get to him so he exits his apartment while calling customer service for the place he bought the fridge at.
There are not good news. "What do you mean, you can't do anything about it? That's ridiculous!" Baekhyun complains into his phone.
"I'm sorry, sir, but your guarantee has run out. If you don't want to pay more we can't help you," says the woman at the other end.
"Useless," Baekhyun mumbles grumpily and ends the call.
A door opens. It’s the apartment a couple of doors to his right. A head pops out curiously, then a tall and skinny boy in a tank top and shorts walks out. Oh Sehun, Baekhyun remembers. He’s not someone Baekhyun sees regularly, but he’s seen him around a few times. The guy’s pretty hot. Baekhyun is feeling pretty hot.
“Is there a problem?” Oh Sehun asks. He has this stoic face that doesn't give away his feelings but Baekhyun thinks his neighbor is probably annoyed with having to listen to Baekhyun's shouting.
He decides it's best to ask. "Do you know anything about how to fix a fridge?" asks Baekhyun with a sheepish look on his face. Oh Sehun simply nods in reply. "Would you mind giving me a hand with mine? It stopped working for some reason and now a lot of my food is spoiled because of the heat and I have no idea how to fix it."
To Baekhyun's relief, Oh Sehun agrees to help. It also helps that the guy is pretty nice to look at while he works. He is overall very skinny but his arms seem strong, and Baekhyun easily finds himself checking the other boy out.
"You're pretty young, right? How do you know this stuff?"
"I'm 20 years old," Sehun replies. "Not a kid anymore. Anyway, it probably depends if you have someone to teach you, doesn't it?"
Baekhyun hums in reply.
Thanks to Sehun it doesn't take long before Baekhyun's fridge is back up and running. "You're amazing, thank you so much," Baekhyun praises. Sehun stands up with a small smile and is getting ready to leave when Baekhyun realizes that he is really interested in this guy.
“Hey, if you don’t mind, do you want to maybe stay and watch a movie? I don’t have any popcorn to offer but I do have ice tea and an air conditioner.” Baekhyun musters up a smile.
Sehun stands and stares at Baekhyun for a few moments, probably contemplating whether to spend time with the shorter man, and then goes for the door. “Give me a minute,” he calls, leaving Baekhyun confused. He soon comes back with a bag of popcorn, though, and Baekhyun beams.
After cleaning out all of the spoiled food, the rest of the morning is spent watching stupid movies in Baekhyun’s couch and munching on Sehun’s popcorn.
At least something good came out of Baekhyun’s crappy morning.
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