chanyeol.
chanyeol leads the way to his apartment not too far from where he had drug elias out to eat breakfast with him, a small & if carefully inspected, shy smile slips to him. he had never brought someone back to the space he called home, that literally had ‘chanyeol’ written all over it ― from the scent that one would meet upon opening his front door to the soft color on his walls ― it was all him. it had to be, though! if the camboy was the one living there, he would never deny himself the comfort of painting his own walls pastel pink or making sure the atmosphere was filled with the delicious smell of birthday cake! how could he? he couldn’t, that’s why! so he didn’t, but he rarely had visitors, let alone one he..really, really liked.
he never thought that, if he was to ever get far enough with his feelings if & when he had finally addressed them, that he would be bringing elias back to his place..
chanyeol doesn’t miss the way the man pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket during their rather quiet walk. it wasn’t a bad quiet, more of a..tired one given that their mission was so seriously sleep..together. he doesn’t think too much on the habit elias expresses around him, kindly so with a tilt of his own head from the camboy when he blows smoke from his lungs. the pink-haired male personally didn’t harbor any desires or addictions, unless of course one would count his career as a camboy, as he eventually started to consider how he was continuing such for the benefits he reaped from it more than he used to as just a way to express his sexuality when he felt secluded from the world ―
chanyeol wouldn’t admit to having a very keen nose, as his senses were already so blind, but he figured elias smoked when they first met; he distinctly remembered picking up on the sweet smell of strawberries when he met the other man, mixed with another taste he wasn’t quite familiar with. it was odd to chanyeol, when he first found out that elias didn’t like sweets more than he did smoke ―
they eventually arrive at chanyeol’s complex, & he cracks a low laugh when they arrive at the barrier to his home marked ‘11′, just one the first floor, they were, out of five.
❝ maybe i should say somethin’ really cool before i let you in ? ❞
a tilt of his head is accompanied by a deep hum, & then he’s shaking it in dissatisfaction with every string of words he is able to think of. key card already out & ready to show to the smart lock on his door, but there he is, wasting the both of their time trying to think of something ―
❝ ahh, who cares ! just make yourself at home ~ ❞
he finally purrs as the lock on his door beeps in approval & welcomes the both of them inside. his thumb meets the pad of a button on the wall & the room is illuminated with a soft light. he waste no more time in pulling himself out of his shoes, dropping them at the entrance, & he steps further into the living area as elias follows him.
❝ this is the livin’ area; i don’t spend a lot of time here, though .. ❞
he almost sadly admits, as he seriously spent the most of it in his bedroom. why wouldn’t he, though? everything he needed was there; it was bigger, & he had a television in there if he ever thought to use it, & a space for sitting in, even a mini fridge, so of course the living room would be the place he spent the least amount of his time in.
❝ but this isn’t where we’re gonna sleep ! lemme go get .. my bed and stuff ready, so just wait here a sec ? ❞
he smokes his cig down to the filter, the flecks of amber crawling towards his fingers until it has nothing left to hold on to and the ashes dot his palms. eli almost tells yeol to give him a minute so he can have another go but it would just be an excuse to delay getting inside and succumbing to sleep, and chanyeol for that matter, so he drops what’s left of it on the concrete and crushes it under his heel before following yeol inside.
the first thing he notices is the smell. it smells like the color pink ― sugary sweet but soft, like if pastels were a scent. it smells like chanyeol but more concentrated, or what he remembers him smelling like in the small moments that he let himself get close enough to him to take it in; when chanyeol tackled him with hugs or he leaned over him to reach something and eli got a face full of hair. elias knows it’ll only be stronger once he gets into his bed and the thought makes his blood rush because it’ll smell like more than just sugar, it’ll smell like his skin.
he can tell yeol doesn’t spend a lot of time in the living room though because it, ironically, looks less lived in. it’s still his, he can tell that much by looking at it, but it’s missing his personality, and not the fluffy, cutesy, chanyeol paradise that he imagined he would indulge in but he has a feeling the bedroom will fit that description perfectly.
❝ yeah, okay. ❞
he tries not to sound too impatient as he nods and watches the sun begin to burn through the blinds of the window, finding it funny that they’ll be going to sleep when the sun is finally starting to reach out and shake everyone awake if they haven’t already beaten him to it. it’s not funny though, not really. it’s funny in the way that you find things funny when your skin is crawling and your veins feel like live wire and the only thing that could possibly make things better is laughing. what the fuck is he so damn anxious about? he knew he shouldn’t have let chanyeol manipulate him into taking a bite of his cake. now he won’t be able to stop tossing and turning.
eli’s going mad when chanyeol steps into his bedroom to tidy up. he doesn’t want to think about what he’s cleaning up and putting away, but his mind wanders off anyway and he has to hold his breath, squeeze his eyes shut, and do his times tables in his head so his blood won’t go funneling between his legs. he doesn’t need to be popping a boner while yeol is trying to cuddle him in bed, but then again, eli shouldn’t be watching chanyeol’s live streams but he does that anyway so it’s really his own fault.
