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February 2, 2020

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May 19, 2007

Bunk beds are cool.

In theory.

He and his brother had begged for one, for years, but maybe Mom and Dad were just too smart and saw the inevitable: kids fighting over who gets top bunk. But Aunt Bridget's apartment has smaller rooms than their house did, so it was the only real option here.

Clearly the little brother should get the top, because he's lighter, and because he doesn't have to wake up as early for school and the creaky ladder ALWAYS wakes him up. But his big brother is stronger and better at wrestling and has never rolled off the bed in his sleep (even though that was only ONCE and he was like EIGHT it still came into play here apparently).

His brother made it up to him by sticking a bunch of glow-in-the-dark stars on the wall next to him... which, okay, yeah, was pretty good. And it's a helpful reminder right now because his brother is at a friend's house tonight and he always gets a little nervous when he's out.

But, that also means he gets to play with the DS without sharing tonight. Even if the only game he feels like playing right now is technically a GBA game. He could do Mario Kart but that one sucks solo, so Crash Bandicoot it is. This stupid underwater level is driving him insane, but that's okay too because every time he dies he focuses on the rise and fall of the glowing stickers as he sends waves out to excite the atoms (or whatever is happening there) instead of getting too pissed off. It kind of looks like they're breathing, which is neat, and probably counts enough toward that stupid 'take deep breaths' thing he's supposed to do.

[whatifexo]

you still accepting the date thingies? if so, 41 and Chanyeol please? thank you ♡

41. Paint class (The game is now closed.)

For a musicmajor, you’d expected Chanyeol to be quite decent with a paintbrush. Sometimes,artistic people are naturally blessed in several areas, like that one cousin ofyours who can not only produce a perfect still life but also play fivedifferent instruments and score a one hundred on the karaoke on any given latenight.

You shouldhave made note of the qualifier, ‘sometimes’in that statement.

Judging fromthe deformed looking stick figure Chanyeol had doodled before the start ofclass, your expectations have fallen a substantial amount.

You can onlyimagine what his portrait of you would like look by the end of class.

“Trying tocheat off me?”

Chanyeol hasnoticed your prolonged staring and you realize you haven’t moved your brush fora solid five minutes.

Technically,you should be the one worrying about him cheating off you. Even though it’skind of hard to cheat when you’re painting each other. You have no idea whatyour teacher had in mind when she assigned each other’s seatmates as muses.

Chanyeol’sthe one staring now.

“I was justtrying to determine the angle of your chin,” you point at his palette nonchalantly.“Your colors are mixing.”

He curseswhen he sees the paint dripping off on his jeans, having turned an ugly brownfrom the many times he’d swirled his brush around out of boredom.

“Pay moreattention, Picasso.” you tsk, dabbing at the miniature Chanyeol on your easelto smudge some color on his skin.

“It doesn’tmatter, I’m finished anyway.” the real Chanyeol is wiping some dried paint offof his cheek, which only leaves a new red mark from his stained sleeve.

You revel inthe fact that you don’t have to tell him about it.

“Already?That better look exactly like methen.”

“See foryourself.”

And you do.

The shape ofyour face seems accurate, but that’s as far as it gets. The rest of where yourface is supposed to be is covered with flowers. Well, they look more liketurtles with Chanyeol’s limited artistic ability and his odd choice of color,but nevertheless, you get the hint.

It’s hard tomiss when the words below it are so glaringly obvious.

“So?”Chanyeol is impatiently fidgeting in his seat and you have to will your heartto slow down so it can let you breathe properly.

Swiping afinger over your palette, you reach out to draw a green checkmark over the red onhis cheek, feeling like your own face is being set on fire.

“YesChanyeol, I will go out with you.”

[whatifexo]

hi could you do a 51 with sehun? thank you! i've been following your writings for a while and you're really the best!!!!

51. Farmer’s Market (The game is now closed.)

“Back again?”

It’s reallyan overstatement.

By again, the handsome son of the fruitbasket vendor means you’d passed by five times. The first was by chance, thesecond to buy pineapples, the third to retrieve your forgotten wallet, thefourth to catch one quick glance before leaving, and the fifth and hopefully lasttimeis because of your mom.

She’d gonethe lengths of excusing herself from an important business meeting to call youabout getting some fresh mangoes.

If this isn’tfate, you don’t know what is.

“I just needone final thing, promise.” you tell him, Sehun,a name you aren’t likely to forget.

Sehun’smother, a five foot friendly middle aged lady with a classic straw hat perchedon her permed hair introduced him earlier before you even had the chance to askfor the pineapples. You were more than happy to chit chat about the differencebetween a Smooth Cayenne and a Red Spanish if it meant getting to ogle her ridiculouslyattractive son in the process.

She’snowhere in sight now.

Which meansyou get to have Sehun alone for a few more minutes as you struggle to rememberwhat you came back here for due to the large distraction that is the sweatbuilding on his exposed collarbones from the heat of noontime.

And hiswhite shirt which is nearly plastered onto his chest.

“Mangoes,”you blurt out as soon as you see a bunch in a crate below the strawberries. “Howmuch for a dozen?”

“The lastthing you want to buy, huh?” Sehun’s lips purse in thought, and you nod dumbly.“Are you heading home afterwards?”

Again, younod.

You almostwant to shake him by the shoulders and demand for the price instead of circlingaround and giving you hope that he’s on to something here.

“If that’sthe case, you may pay me with a date.”

It lookslike mom’s mangoes won’t be delivered to her for a while.

[whatifexo]

8 with baekhyun if ur still doing the drabble game pls!!

8. Road trip

There are three thingsyou’ve learned to love while on the road.

The first is the smell of donuts with frequent coffee stops youmake in desperate attempts to stay awake behind the wheel. The second isfreedom of rolling the window down when the weather is just right, songs on theradio drifting out to other opened windows and disturbing the tranquilstillness of the occasionally empty highways.

The third is the way Baekhyun looks when he’s sleeping.

He’s already fallen asleepthree times in the last two hours that you’d been driving, despite having morecoffee than you and talking the whole while. During all three times that he’dknocked out, you found your gaze averting from the road to the passenger’s seatto watch the way his mouth is slightly agape when he sleeps and how his nosescrunches when the sun hits his face.

Itall may sound disgusting from an outsider’s point of view, but to you, it’severy bit endearing.

You’retreading dangerous waters here already.

Butyou aren’t compelled to pull up at a rest stop until some of the wind from theopened window catches tufts of Baekhyun’s hair and you just barely hold back onreaching over and patting it back into place.

“Ohcrud, how long was I out?” is the first thing he says when you shake him awake.

“Areyou referring to your first, second, or third time sleeping?”

“Mybad,” he smiles sheepishly, ruffling his hair when he sees the catastrophic stateof it in the rearview mirror. So you’re not the only one who noticed. “I’lltake over the wheel now if you want.”

You’renot sure what exactly convinces you to come out honestly. Maybe it’s thegenuine concern in his eyes from making you drive for so long or how he’sleaning over the console a little too far forward.

Heshould really learn how to give other people their space. That way he doesn’tdo things like rattle up one’s feelings.

Onyour way out of the car, before running off to the bathroom, you drop the bomb.

“HeyBaek,” he lifts a brow and you will yourself not to puke. Breathe.Relax. Easiersaid than done. “I really like the way you sleep. And you. I……like you.”

Youthink you’re going to puke after all.

Baekhyundoesn’t let you run very far.

You’rebeing pressed against the hood of the car before you know it and all the queasinessmelts away as soon as his lips press against yours.

Andyou do get to touch his hair after all.

“Wereally need to work on your confessing skills.” his teeth catch his bottom lipas he pulls back and your fingers curl around his strands possessively. “Andyour weird addiction to my hair.”

“ButI love your hair.”

“Notas much as me though, right?”

“……”

“______?”

Youmight’ve found a new thing to love about roadtrips.

TeasingByun Baekhyun.

[whatifexo]

Building a pillow fort with Sehun please.

The game

The ‘roof’of your sorry excuse of a fort collapses ten minutes after it’s assembled.Blankets are very delicate to begin with, and as soon as your little pillowfight began escalating with the growth of your competitive streak, you’daccidentally kicked a chair, knocked over some other things, and the bluefabric fell over yours and Sehun’s heads.

Amidst yourattempt to wrestle yourself out, you’d banged your knee against the table andcollapsed to the floor where you’re now curled up in a fetus position.

“Sehun!”

You’re beingrolled over to your side, and you try your best to wriggle your way out butSehun has already rolled you in a blanket burrito and is restricting you withhis own hands.

“Shhhh, we’rehaving a truce.” he pulls your back flush against his chest, arm locking youinto place.

“Says who?!”

“Says me.The king of pillow fighting.”

“King ofpillow fighting my- what are you doing? WHERE ARE YOU TOUCHING ME?”

Long fingersare splayed over your stomach, and while it technically doesn’t count as harassmentyet, the warmth of Sehun’s skin is too intimate for you to handle.

It’s gettingway too hot over here.

“I’m feelingyou up….” his breath his hot on the back of your neck. You resume yourdesperate wiggling to escape. “….not. I’m preparing for a nice little afternoonnap, so can you lie still and let me hug you properly?”

“I’m notletting you spoon me while you nap.”

Sehun’s holdloosens in surprise because you love your cuddling and you’re usually not oneto reject him like this. Especially since he doesn’t offer his arms too often.

But you’vecaught him off guard and that was what you were aiming for. It allows you toturn around so you can hug him back and press your nose against his collarbonesand breathe him in.

“Muchbetter.” you exhale.

When Sehunthrows his leg over you, you don’t resist.

Peace atlast.

Except it’sbroken again when you’re about to drift off to sleep and a hand slidesdangerously close to your butt, and your foot automatically makes contact whereit hurts.

It’s Sehun’sturn to curl into the fetus position.

[whatifexo]

Can you do 67 with baekhyun please!!!

67. Extreme sports

“Miss, Ihighly suggest that you relax.”

With thethought of chucking yourself out of a plane tens of thousands of feet up in theair, relaxing is the last thing on your mind. Currently, you’re cursing yourroommate for bringing you into this—supposedly for a graduationcelebration—and praying for your survival.

“I’m goingto puke.” you groan, turning your head away from the window.

While it hadbeen a dream of yours as a child to touch the clouds one day, you didn’t meanliterally doing so in this manner.

You’d ratherswim across the Atlantic than do this.

“If you’regoing to, do it now.” the sky diving instructor you’re strapped onto, Baekhyun,generously passes you a brown paper bag, and you shove it back into his hands.

“I’ll throwup after we land. Alive.”

After givinga rather lengthy introduction of himself before takeoff, you’d learned thatBaekhyun isn’t much older than you yet he’s already thrown himself out of anairplane enough times to grow a confidence level so high, he’s not even fazedwhen the plane rocks a little.

You, on the otherhand, have grabbed onto his hands like a petrified little child.

“You’reawfully cute.”

Yourroommate snorts amusedly from across you, perfectly composed with her owninstructor. You send her a murderous glare as Baekhyun adjusts you in his lapbecause you’ve started to slide down from fidgeting so much.

The urge toun-strap yourself from him grows, but the fact that he’s the only one who can saveyou here stops you from doing so.

“Just trustme, miss.”

His handslightly tap your waist in reassurance.

Which isalso means it’s time.

If youmiraculously make it out of this in one piece, you might consider acknowledgingthat somewhere along the line, he’s actually had you blush.