Park Chanyeol of EXO
Kim Jongin of EXO
length: drabble
warnings : boyxboy rls, GROSS FLUFF DON'T BLAME ME I'M a shit
Dude. Here's a chankai drabble because we all need more of them. Storyline rightfully mine.
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Oh. There he was. Those long legs made their way to where Jongin currently stood, Chanyeol insisted on picking him up from where he regularly train his team. Jongin never stop dancing even after he decided to quit from the professional stage because his worsened injury but he could never forget the place he rooted. Muscle memories and blaring beats is where he belongs. It's been years since he graduated his major and sacrificed blood and sweat for people to see him talking by the sharp moves of his body. Many things has changed, but something about the man who still dressed like shit during his casual days remained still. Maybe it was Chanyeol's loud voice, his gentle smile which grew wider, wider, even wider until it reached his eyes matching with the bone crushing hug around him. Or simply his existence.
"We can grab something to eat on our way to my studio, yeah? I bet you haven't eaten." Chanyeol put his hand around the wheel, pulling his car out of the area after successfully harrasing Jongin all the way until he's seated on the front seat. God, his hand won't stop touching him everywhere. And he wasn't complaining because Chanyeol's being an overgrown puppy after a long hour apart.
They ate on their favorite ramyun place, Chanyeol animatedly talked about his day while Jongin listened. He took turns when Chanyeol asked him about his day, they live together, not that they missed out on each other alot. But these little talks was a routine. By the time the sun sneaked down, Chanyeol drove him to where he promised from earlier that day. His studio. His boyfriend was well-known, getting all the credit of all music related stuffs he'd contributed on. The flame on his wide eyes never fade, Jongin was glad that he still a part of Chanyeol's muse in whatever he created. Jongin was the first person Chanyeol always had to show his work to and Jongin didn't even know much about the perfect ingredients of a song but he's quite good at catching the sincerity through Chanyeol's composed songs. He was there all along when he frustrated enough to rot in his studio, face planted on messily spread papers where he jotted down lyrics. Chanyeol was a good care taker, but never of himself.
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It was the steady breathing of him that lulled him to sleep. Each intakes of breath he took was drawing him closer and fall to a dreamy state where his sky no longer pitch black, dusted in pale yellow across the soft bedded cloud. Right. Both him and Chanyeol fell asleep on the god damn squared studio. Jongin sighed, running his fingers through the messy locks of his hair. Poorly attempting to smooth down the stubborn strands that stuck out in odd direction. He eyed the man next to him. He was dressed in his usual black hoodie along with the comfortable-looking shorts, revealing his long limbs. They were clumsy despite the slight appearance of muscled thighs.
Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol. The syllables of his name rolled familiar on his tongue, he got so used of having the man around him ever since they knocked each other on the street by accident. Chanyeol had apologized in his deep ramble while Jongin just trying to hide the twitch of his face because the man's elbowed him on the ribs. He look guilty and literally tried to nurse Jongin, he shook his head and managed to brush off the man's offer to help him up.
"I'm fine." Jongin stood up, processing to leave him with all the weird tug of his heart. Jongin drove himself insane, blaming the way Chanyeol's long lashes fluttered across his cheeks and the twitch of his brows when he looked down to him who sprawled on the ground almost dramaticaly by the accidental collide he had with Chanyeol.
