congrats on 400! ccan u do a fluff w chenle when u accidentally hurt urself while cooking pls?
YOUR IDIOT.
bf!chenle, gn!reader | fluff | domestic au
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Chenle couldn’t believe his eyes.
From one end to another, the table was filled with food.
Stacks of blueberry pancakes were drowning in maple syrup, freshly cut cubes of Chenle’s favorite fruit shone in the morning sunlight, and steam dances from the hot coffee in his mug into the air.
“Good morning!” you call out cheerily, busy flipping an omelette over in your frying pan.
Chenle’s jaw drops.
“You... cooked all this?” your boyfriend asks in shock, shuffling his way over to you. You hum in response, smiling as you picked up a plate.
“Thought I couldn’t do this, huh? Well, you were wrong.” you boast, plating up the omelette, which was still sizzling with hot melted butter.
Chenle couldn’t help but smile at how proud you were, standing back to give you space to move around.
“Okay, I admit it then.” Chenle laughs, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Maybe you can cook after all.”
You grin proudly, waving your frying pan around in victory. You’re just about to shout a ‘Told you so!’ , but the pan goes flying out of your grasp and into the air.
And of course, with your brain being… your brain, you reach out to grab the pan with your bare hands.
The moment the hot metal comes in contact with your hands, you shriek, dropping it noisily to the floor. You wince as tears spring to your eyes, the pain spiking at your skin.
Chenle rushes to your side, quickly pulling you over to the sink. Cold water rushes from the tap as he keeps your hands under it, moving back and forth so it could cool down.
“Are you okay? Why would you do that?” he asks in disbelief, concern heavy in his tone. “I don’t know!” you blubbered, tears now streaming down your cheeks.
Chenle’s heart ached to see you crying, and he reaches up with his free hand to rub your shoulder. “It’s alright, the cold water should help. And I’ll get you some medicine after this, okay?” he says.
You nod, sniffling.
Eventually the pain stops, flowing away like the water swirling down the drain. Chenle turns the tap off and moves to sit you down by the table.
“Why were you so careless?” he sighs, squatting down to observe your red hands. Thankfully, the burn was nothing serious, but it was definitely going to be tender for at least a day or two.
“Sorry.” you mumble, embarrassed.
Chenle makes a clicking sound with his tongue, taking burn cream out of the first-aid kit you had.
“What are you sorry for? Accidents happen. Don’t worry about it, okay? It’ll recover by tomorrow, I’m sure.” he assures you.
He’s gentle with you as he squeezes the cream onto your palms, carefully applying it over the burnt areas.
“There.” he says, dabbing the rest of the cream away with a tissue. “All done.”
Chenle finishes his sentence with a soft kiss to your hand, warmth spreading into your chest.
“Feeling better?” he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod, smiling softly.
Thank God you had your angel of a boyfriend.
“Alright then," he begins, a mischievous smile dawning on his face. "Time to devour my feast!” he announces dramatically, standing up straight.
“Hey, but I won’t be able to pick up my spoon!” you complained. “You have to feed me.”
Chenle bursts out laughing, planting his hands on his hips. “What, are you my baby now?”
You gasp dramatically, pretending to clutch at your 'broken' heart. “Have I not always been your baby?” you question.
The brown haired boy continues laughing as he slides into the seat beside you. “Alright, alright.” he giggles, picking up your spoon. “I got you.”
It’s now your turn to laugh as you watch him struggle to cut a bite-sized piece of a pancake for you, determination pulling his brows together.
“Oh, you’re an idiot.” you smile, leaning on his shoulder and looking at him.
Chenle looks back at you and he smiles too, bright and full of love.
“lean back, I’ll wash your hair.” you whispered soothingly at the black haired boy, his body submerged in the warm water as you sat at the edge of the tub, fingers softly massaging his scalp.
“thank you.” boyfriend!chenle smiled, peaceful puffs of breaths leaving him as he closed his eyes.
upon watching your boyfriend arrive with an exhausted look and sleepy eyes earlier, you decided to treat him tonight so he’d relax after a tiring day at the practice room.
your hands worked through his locks gently, occasionally creating huge bubbles of shampoo as chenle sighed with an adoring smile lingering on his lips. “I could get used to this.”
“don’t. it’s just for today.”
“you don’t make the rules here,” chenle giggled loudly, grasping your arm tightly and before you knew it, you had fallen ungraciously into the tub.
the water splashed everywhere, and you cursed under your breath at the wet bathroom floor and your soaked clothes. “what the fuck!”
the boy only ignored you, pulling you into his embrace and nuzzling his face into your neck, pecking your cheek. “I love you too.” he managed to bring you impossibly closer, a blush immediately making its way up to your face.
You peeked out from behind your room, glancing at Chenle watching you with crossed arms in the living room. “You promise we aren’t gonna play it again?” You asked with a small voice, the fear evident in it as you watched your friend’s face soften. You felt kinda stupid for getting scared over a dumb video game that Chenle spent a lot of his money on, but you really though you were gonna have a panic attack if you played it again. He came forward, moving inside to grab at your hand.
“C’mon, we’re just gonna watch a movie. It’s not horror.” He added, raising his eyebrows as he saw your face scrunch again, and then relax. Tugging at your arm, you reluctantly moved out, following beside him to in front of the couch, where there were a variety of snacks waiting for you. “At least, it says in the description that it’s a comedy. So—sit down.”
You kept your hand in his as you sat down cautiously, looking around the two of you as if you were in dangerous territory before letting your eye fall on your best friend, who was too preoccupied with turning on the movie. He leaned to the side, pulling you against him as you both got as comfortable as you could. You felt yourself relaxing at his touch, the lingering touch of his skin still there when you let your let your head rest against his shoulder.
Chenle felt his heart leap in his chest when you buried your face into the crook of his neck as a jump scare came across the screen, startling you way more than it should have. His eyes were straying from the screen, his mind now only focusing on the feel of your hot breath against his throat. You pulled yourself up a little bit, mumbling an apology before you started watching the movie again, and your brain only registered the quick jump of one of the characters attempting to cause a scare, and you yelped slightly.
Your hand was now tightly squeezing his, maybe a little too tight because he could feel that it was hurting him, but he didn’t say anything. He felt you shaking, even though he was sure that there was almost virtually nothing in the movie that should’ve made you this terrified, he opted out of making fun of you like he usually did and drew his arms around your body instead. His own grip was shaky, nearly startling you out of your wits until you realized it was just him.
“You good?”
You nodded hastily, forcing yourself to look back at the TV instead of focusing on the fact that your face was awfully close to his, and it was making your heart speed up by the second. You could tell that Chenle’s heart was racing at almost the same rate, at least from what you were hearing in your ear, but he let out a snarky remark towards the plot of the movie, making you chuckle.
But you couldn’t seem to be able to refocus on the movie, so you leaned forward, grabbing the plate of brownies in your hand. They looked a little—concerning from the way they looked more soggy than crispy, and you could tell that he had attempted to bake something rather than order food as he always did. You took a bite from one of them, being pleasantly surprised with the taste. “These aren’t made from weed, are they?”
There was a slap at your hip, and you glared up at your friend. He reached out for the plate, trying to grab one but failing as you held them away, trying to keep it out of his reach. “Give me one!” You tried standing up, but his grip around your waist prevented you, and you held them over your head instead.
Just as he reached upwards to take one, your arm lost its strength in keeping the plate upright, sending all of the brownies tumbling down over Chenle’s head and the couch. You pursed your lips at the mess, seeing how it was already starting to stick to his skin; he looked unamused, a small pout playing at his lips that made you burst into laughter. “Don’t laugh at me! You ruined my brownies!”
You leaned over to pluck one from atop his hair, stifling another laugh that didn’t go unnoticed by him, and he attacked your stomach, moving his fingers in your ticklish spots. Lucky for you, you dropped the brownie in your hand right back on his face, and he gasped, letting it fall to his lap instead. To your surprise, he didn’t put up a fight, only crossing his arms and shutting his eyes in retaliation.
You weren’t sure what he wanted, but your brain had a slight idea on what you wanted as you let a devilish smile spread across your face. Looking around carefully again, you quickly placed your around his face, leaning down to his lips and giving him a feathered peck, one you could barely even feel. Chenle’s eyes flew open on the touch, his mouth dropping into a wide ‘o’ as he realized what you did.
You thought he was going to reject you right then and there from the way he was looking at you, but he closed his eyes once again, tapping at his lips and then protruding his head out. With a slight giggle, you pressed your mouth back down on his only to be kept in the position with his hands on your arms, making you gasp at his boldness. He leaned in, deepening the kiss until you were nearly falling off the couch, and you pulled away, grabbing onto his wrist to keep yourself steady.
“Again,” he pulled you back into the couch, wasting no time in savoring the sweet taste of dessert on your tongue. The movie laid forgotten as the two of you grasp for every last taste, never pausing once the entire time. Boy, did you want to do that for so long.
[10:07 pm] you almost laugh when chenle basically screams, grabbing onto your arm with one hand and hiding his face with his other hand. "you're the one who insisted on watching a scary movie"
