tenor

3:01pm

and help jongin did.

it was a somewhat stupid idea, skipping class to set camp on their hall, talking while drinking vodka out of water bottles so they don't get a reputation their mothers wouldn't approve of–especially when being known as the introverted nerds who managed to blow up a contraband hotpot in freshman year is already quite enough notoriety already. 

it was stupid, no doubts whatsoever, but it was still better than not doing anything.

chanyeol's ass already feels flatter than it usually is as he sits on the floor outside his dorm, laptop a makeshift heater for his thighs as the cold wind fans over both him and the friend that snuggles up against his side–also known as jongin, also known as the clingiest person on campus. or the world.

"yeol, i'm cold."

"i told you to bring a coat, dumbass," and he unceremoniously flicks jongin's forehead, who flinches away from where he rests his head on the elder's shoulder but only momentarily, since chanyeol's a living furnace he isn't giving up on taking advantage of his warmth that easily. "i think classes are over in like, five or ten or fifteen. chill."

"you should know since, well, you take them."

chanyeol raises an eyebrow knowingly. "like i know shit about school after they gave me the notice it's almost ending."

"still! you need to pass your knowledge on to more recent generations."

"you're only one year younger," chanyeol closes his laptop and sets it aside, half underneath his thigh so it's at least kind of secure from the feet of other commoners as soon as it's lunch time, which is–he checks his wrist watch for good measure–very soon.

"shut–fuck off and act natural, i think he's about to come," chanyeol whisper-shouts, nudging jongin's ribs with his elbow as he forces a smile so wide it positively threatens to rip his face in half. "so, how have you been my dear pal? my dude? brother from another mother?"

"is that fucking natural to you?" he snorts as an incredulous-slash-amused expression washes over his features.

"and what do you want me to do?"

instead of replying jongin casually–naturally–snuggles closer to the elder and proceeds to scroll through his twitter timeline like he does whenever he feels like ignoring chanyeol's presence. the hallway is filled with chatter as students pour from their respective classrooms and chanyeol can barely hear his own thoughts, let alone express how distressed he is with jongin's ignorance via many, many insults. he settles for glaring intently at his neighbor's door, the original plan of acting natural only being followed by the least likely to follow a plan after all.

not three minutes later of chanyeol staring at whoever walks past the door close enough for him to deem they're about to unlock it someone finally stops in front of it–a short, chestnut haired boy who has a nice ass and "is that him?"

"how am i supposed to know," jongin states more than inquires, looking at the same kid who struggles to fit the key into its proper hole. "definitely not a top."

"bummer," chanyeol shrugs his unoccupied shoulder because it's true, he's as much of a switch as they can come–jongin always mocks him for bottoming every now and then, mostly because you're like a fucking brick wall, made to obliterate assholes, and also because his roommate himself is too lazy to either find someone to have sex with or get his dick in them instead of the other way around.

"like you'd want that twink to get his dick in your ass."

"i mean, it's no fun to top like, twenty-four seven, you should know–"