#fcxchanyeol

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we're out of milk!

"well, we aren’t anymore!" kyungsoo chirps happily, carelessly flinging his freshly bought groceries onto the countertop. without pausing, he proceeds to latch himself to chanyeol’s backside, face burying into the gentle, curving dip that lies between his roommate’s prominent shoulder blades. the fabric of channie’s shirt is soft against his cheek. bathed in a familiar scent that he knows — very well now — as distinctively park chanyeol. “i saw that we were running low on some stuff, so i went shopping before coming home! we’re all good now, at least for a little while.”

he doesn’t let go of chanyeol, arms still wound around the taller boy’s waist. they haven’t had nearly enough time together lately. kyungsoo… well, he was really beginning to miss his dear friend.

"movie night?" the petite mutant asks, unable to hide his bubbly eagerness (and a slight pleading undertone) from coloring the sound of his voice. "puhleaaaase, chanyeol? we we haven’t hung out in ages! okay — maybe it’s just been little over a week, but. still." his full lips purse together into a pout. "i miss you, hyung.”

chanyeol gives kyungsoo a piggy back ride to the sofa, something that’s a bit of a silly little tradition for the two of them. there’s definitely some perks to being absolutely tiny when you have a drastically taller friend around.

kyungsoo watches a bad comedy with his roommate until he can no longer fight the drowsiness that leadens his eyelids, arms still curled around the popcorn bowl when his head droops onto chanyeol’s shoulder.

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date with the dead

[kahixedu-blog]

✦ of awkward kisses ⟶ woori & chanyeol

{` woori was so tired. she was tired of going to classes that just seemed to be repetitions of the same-old same-old. she was tired of never falling asleep. she was tired of strangers poking their noses into her business. she was just tired. her feet were on auto pilot as they carried her from the cafeteria, a lunch of cream spaghetti only half-finished, towards the library. her earbuds were secure in her ears and her eyes were on her phone as she scrolled through her selection of songs. she was completely oblivious to her surroundings, trusting her feet to take her to where she needed to go. they did not, however have the ability to sense when she was one a head-on collision course. by the time she looked up, it was too late. her shoulder rammed into a much taller boy, her phone flying from her hands and skittering across the sidewalk, earbuds yanked out of her ears and trailing after her phone like two black snakes} oh my god {` she gasped, rubbing her arm, which rather hurt; the guy was obviously very solid} i am so sorry {` she scampered over the concrete to her phone, retrieving it from the ground and looking it over to make sure there was no serious damage. there were a few scratches here and there, but it didn't look worse for wear}

[fcxsanha]

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almost paradise

[/ it's an off day, and sanha -- tired, bored, and feeling relatively anti-social (the usual, really) -- has very particular, vital plans to enact; all of them including a very clueless, lanky best friend ]

yah, park chanyeol! [/ he whispers loudly with heavy urgency when he spots the tall, same-aged boy from across the hallway. he's sprinting then, and pounces ungracefully onto chanyeol's back, latching himself tightly around his body in a poor effort to suffocate him ]

park chanyeol, chanyeol, chanyeol-ah [/ his fingers pull lightly against the boy's right cheek ] we have paramount things to do today [/ sanha mutters conspiratorially in his ear, emphasizing the furtiveness of their schedule for the day ] if you don't want to be violently attacked with slobbery kisses then i suggest you accept my proposition with wise self-restraint --

[fcxsanha]

concilliabule ehehe~

they meet on systematically planned days in which sanha is, under every possible stance alone in his room and unavailable by all means to anyone else. it’s a bit of a seedy arrangement sanha thinks —

but how many people were best friends with souls, really?

there’s a whisper of wind that creaks the door of his room open an inch or two, and sanha (lying silently and enfolded in empty thoughts) steadily cocks an eyebrow, vision in line with the wall just to his right.

he’s plastered a white board carelessly against the wall with oddly placed velcro for easier means of communication. a squeak then, of marker sliding sluggishly across the white board, and sanha’s lips curve upward almost instantaneously.

"hey beautiful," sanha mutters quietly, shifting himself to a cross-legged, sitting position on his bed. he grins in the general direction of the board and loosely shakes a tiny notebook held in his hands.

“new ideas —" he whispers with an audacious glint in his eye, flipping it open to his desired page of numbered notes.

it reads (scribbled in neat, cursive writing):

how to cockblock chanyeol and charmander:

1. convince chanyeol to get gu jun pyo hairstyle 2. steal chanyeol’s phone3. send odd pick up lines to ‘mander via phone4. ????// make love potion5. ?? make chan fall in love w/ school janitor instead (he’s cute)6. be v discreet7. reign supreme over all8. yeah that’s it

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( / yura sees the most familiar figure before her. the warmth blooms from within and she grins widely ( making chanyeol look almost demonic ) before she calls out ) SANHA! ( /the words are slurred but she hurries down to pull the younger man into a tight hug before pressing chanyeol's lips against his for a few seconds longer ) mistletoe...yura. ( / she explains pointing at chanyeol (herself) and then holding up the said item and laughs )

[/ fear has never been an avid part of sanha's relatively tedious life, but it'd be a lie to say he wasn't figuratively close to shitting his pants when chanyeol approaches him -- with that psychotic fucking grin on his face -- ] what -- [/ and then he's suddenly being kissed and the only thing that runs through his mind is oh my god chanyeol you fucking fabio, since have you been a good kisser -- ] [/ when he's released he lets out an exaggerated 'omo', hands dramatically plastered over his cheeks in feigned embarrassment at the sight of mistletoe as chanyeol slurrs his words and -- wait what? ]

................ noona?

you.... [/ he starts, voice just a decibel above a whisper, and takes a small step forward when everything abruptly clicks into place ] 

you've been dying to do that to me since day one, right?

gurl............

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( / the familiar face comes into yura's view and she grins widely, well as wide as chanyeol's lips can go before skipping slightly down the hall before stopping a few steps away ) ..ahem ( / an exaggerate cough escapes from her lips to catch the attention of the other before quickly leaning in for a quick kiss on the lip. pulling away she points up at the mistletoe dangling above them from chanyeol's hand and waves before skipping onward )

(/ is walking through the halls of the institute, probably on his way to get some snack or something (pumpkin bread. or trail mix. either way, a snack was absolutely needed) before spotting park chanyeol and waddling his way over to the other before --

-- getting a kiss planted on his rosy lips. he blushes, obviously, a little more than speechless by the other's straightforwardness ) ah - (/ that's all he's able to let out before chanyeol skips away )