Chanhun kids drabble
For barkingyeol
IN MY HEAD THIS IS A DRABBLE WHERE CHANYEOL AND SEHUN ARE LIKE 7 AND 5 YEARS OLD AND LIVE IN THE SAME APARTMENT BUILDING AND CHANYEOLS MOM BABYSITS SEHUN DURING THEIR SUMMER BREAK AND HE CRIES ALL THE TIME AND CHANYEOL IS KIND OF BOTHERED BY HIM BUT THINKS HES OKAY, okaY?
“Chanyeol-ah,” Sehun asks as Chanyeol faces the other direction, pointedly ignoring the smaller boy in favor of his Power Rangers (they were on a special mission at the moment, thank you very much). He’s sitting on their couch while Chanyeol is on the floor near their coffee table.
“Chanyeol, cha-nyeeeol, yeol, yeollie~,” Sehun whines, until finally Chanyeol turns to look at him. “What?” he asks, glancing at Sehun who just stares dumbly at him. Chanyeol rolls his eyes, turning back to the pink power ranger in his hand, who was getting kidnapped by the dinosaur (he only had a few toys, okay?).
“Will hyung kiss me?” Sehun finally breaks the silence, eyes trained on his bent knees as he speaks. Chanyeol turns to give him a scandalized look, but Sehun won’t (doesn’t) meet his eye.
“You’re only supposed to kiss girls, Hun-ah, pretty girls, not boys” Chanyeol explains, putting the green ranger into his Jeep but then he notices Sehun wrap his arms around his knees which he’s brought up to his chest.
“My mom tells me I’m very handsome,” Sehun stammers out, eyes filling with tears again. Chanyeol rolls his eyes, throwing the red power ranger in his hand (clearly the coolest) to the side.
He sits on his butt in front of Sehun on the couch, who’s resting his chin on his knees, hands rubbing at his eyes.
“Will you stop crying if I say yes?”
Sehun suddenly perks up, nodding excessively (in Chanyeol’s opinion), moving his legs around so their knees are touching.
“Fine,” Chanyeol breathes out, leaning in towards Sehun who’s already got his eyes closed and his glistening lips puckered (he must’ve watched a lot of movies or something).
Chanyeol leans in for a quick peck, their lips barely brushing, before he’s pulling back with a disgusted look on his face. (Meanwhile, Sehun has a look of pure bliss.)
“Huuuuun-aaah,” he whines, wiping furiously at his mouth with the back of his hand, “your lips were all wet and drooly!”
Sehun’s eyes tear up again, and Chanyeol scrambles to the kitchen adjacent to the living room they were in. When he comes back, Sehun’s still sniffling.
Chanyeol grabs a marker, carefully writing “property of Oh Sehun” on the corner of the paper napkin he had grabbed. Just so he doesn't lose it, because Chanyeol's almost sure Sehun will want to kiss him in the future, and he doesn't want to deal with all that spit again.
“Here,” he thrusts the napkin into Sehun’s hands, the younger’s eyes blinking rapidly in confusion. Chanyeol just rolls his eyes again.
“If you wipe your mouth with this, I’ll kiss you, okay?” he asks, patting Sehun’s bent knee.
Sehun visibly brightens, mouth curling up into a small smile before wiping the napkin over his lips again.
“Okay, Yeollie!” he singsongs, leaning in again for another kiss. Chanyeol groans, eyes rolling back into his head again, but leans in for another peck.
It’s not so bad that time.
IN MY HEAD THIS IS A DRABBLE WHERE CHANYEOL AND SEHUN ARE LIKE 7 AND 5 YEARS OLD AND LIVE IN THE SAME APARTMENT BUILDING AND CHANYEOLS MOM BABYSITS SEHUN DURING THEIR SUMMER BREAK AND HE CRIES ALL THE TIME AND CHANYEOL IS KIND OF BOTHERED BY HIM BUT THINKS HES OKAY, okaY?
“Chanyeol-ah,” Sehun asks as Chanyeol faces the other direction, pointedly ignoring the smaller boy in favor of his Power Rangers (they were on a special mission at the moment, thank you very much). He’s sitting on their couch while Chanyeol is on the floor near their coffee table.
“Chanyeol, cha-nyeeeol, yeol, yeollie~,” Sehun whines, until finally Chanyeol turns to look at him. “What?” he asks, glancing at Sehun who just stares dumbly at him. Chanyeol rolls his eyes, turning back to the pink power ranger in his hand, who was getting kidnapped by the dinosaur (he only had a few toys, okay?).
“Will hyung kiss me?” Sehun finally breaks the silence, eyes trained on his bent knees as he speaks. Chanyeol turns to give him a scandalized look, but Sehun won’t (doesn’t) meet his eye.
“You’re only supposed to kiss girls, Hun-ah, pretty girls, not boys” Chanyeol explains, putting the green ranger into his Jeep but then he notices Sehun wrap his arms around his knees which he’s brought up to his chest.
“My mom tells me I’m very handsome,” Sehun stammers out, eyes filling with tears again. Chanyeol rolls his eyes, throwing the red power ranger in his hand (clearly the coolest) to the side.
He sits on his butt in front of Sehun on the couch, who’s resting his chin on his knees, hands rubbing at his eyes.
“Will you stop crying if I say yes?”
Sehun suddenly perks up, nodding excessively (in Chanyeol’s opinion), moving his legs around so their knees are touching.
“Fine,” Chanyeol breathes out, leaning in towards Sehun who’s already got his eyes closed and his glistening lips puckered (he must’ve watched a lot of movies or something).
Chanyeol leans in for a quick peck, their lips barely brushing, before he’s pulling back with a disgusted look on his face. (Meanwhile, Sehun has a look of pure bliss.)
“Huuuuun-aaah,” he whines, wiping furiously at his mouth with the back of his hand, “your lips were all wet and drooly!”
Sehun’s eyes tear up again, and Chanyeol scrambles to the kitchen adjacent to the living room they were in. When he comes back, Sehun’s still sniffling.
Chanyeol grabs a marker, carefully writing “property of Oh Sehun” on the corner of the paper napkin he had grabbed. Just so he doesn't lose it, because Chanyeol's almost sure Sehun will want to kiss him in the future, and he doesn't want to deal with all that spit again.
“Here,” he thrusts the napkin into Sehun’s hands, the younger’s eyes blinking rapidly in confusion. Chanyeol just rolls his eyes again.
“If you wipe your mouth with this, I’ll kiss you, okay?” he asks, patting Sehun’s bent knee.
Sehun visibly brightens, mouth curling up into a small smile before wiping the napkin over his lips again.
“Okay, Yeollie!” he singsongs, leaning in again for another kiss. Chanyeol groans, eyes rolling back into his head again, but leans in for another peck.
It’s not so bad that time.