#seoktio

[songxjaexrim]

( - He sticks his tongue out at you, shaking his head as he insists on following you around the kitchen.) Need to make sure hyung doesn't blow anything up. Or set anything on fire. How have you been, Hyung?

(/once he realizes you’re not going to lie down, he slings his arm over your shoulder as he uses the other arm to gather the can and the pot to warm it in) I’m... okay. It’s been a rough couple of weeks because of HyunJae related shit. But what’s up with you, what’re you sick with?

[songxjaexrim]

( - pokes softly) I'm sick.

I can’t exactly make you soup from scratch like you did for me, but I do have canned soup I’d be happy to warm up while you go lie do. (/he smiles and squishes your cheeks gently) Gotta take care of my baby boy. It’s been a while. I hope, besides this, you’re well.

[wrcyter]

Minseok would show him. He grumbled dejectedly, fingers curling around the straps of his backpack as he stomped off. He’d show Daddy not to underestimate him. Not to brush him off all the time like anything and everything he said lacked real importance.

He never got angry angry. Minseok knew that try as he might, he was seldom deemed threatening enough for anyone to take him seriously. A simple test, to see if Daddy would even bother. And sure enough, Chanyeol hadn’t. Only a “Sure, baby.” and that had set Minseok off, face set and marching right out the door. His tone hadn’t been playful when he spoke, he’d use his normal voice, his adult voice, per se. The one he used when he was being serious. But Chanyeol had brushed him off as always.

He stifled a broken sob as he wiped furiously at his eyes, finger jamming the lift button until he decided to make a dash for the stairs – only making it as far as one floor down before he breaks down completely and huddles into a corner on the steps, knees hugged to his chest as he cries freely. Chanyeol didn’tseem to care, but Minseok knew he did. He did in all the little kisses and hugs and presents and all their time spent together. But he just wanted– to be taken more seriously. To know that Daddy wanted him around and not that he was just a plaything that could be thrown away at anytime. Would it have killed him to just show a little concern earlier, at least ask where– or why he was leaving? Stupid Daddy.

Chanyeol pushes off from his spot, confused and frowning. He had been serious? Minseok is nowhere and when Chanyeol makes it out the door, he only catches the edge of the backpack the other had been carrying around before it disappears. 

“Minseok!”

Chanyeol only goes back inside to put on a pair of shoes, before he’s jogging down towards the stair case door. The first thing he hears is sniffled, broken sobs. He looks over the railing, and the moment he sees the graphic of the colorful backpack of the backpack looking right back at him, he’s practically hurling himself down the stairs, taking two steps at a time as he tries to reach his baby boy. There’s panic and concern as he finally makes it down the stairs, immediately diving down to place his hands over his little boy.

“Baby? What happened? Why did you leave like that? Are you okay?” There’s several other questions, but the one that most concerns him now is why the other’s crying. “Minseok?”

[wrcyter]

“I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.”

basic angst starters

Chanyeol turned to look at the other, unable to stop the small laughter that bubbles at his throat. The sight before him is of his small boy, dressed in a simple white shirt, jeans and colorful sneakers, along with his favorite printed kiddy back pack slung over his shoulder. He looked every bit like he acted around Chanyeol - adorable and sweet. 

“Sure, baby,” he said dismissively, not thinking much into the words spoken to him. How could Chanyeol believe those words, when he thinks the other is being playful? 

“Baby?” He calls, frowning when he hears nothing more, his eyes returning to the spot he had first seen his little boy. Wait. “Minseok?” 

[wrcyter]

( - He nods his head eagerly, literally bouncing up and down on his heels) it was amazing -- I'm in love.

( * he smiles, kissing your forehead and cupping your cheek, the brightness of your eyes always making his fondness for you grow. ) i hope not too in love. i’ll have competition. 

[wrcyter]

( - Tugs on your sleeve lightly.) I finished the sequel! It was so good, Shosan!

hm? already? i just gave you that book. ( * he smiles, head tilting. ) you really did? i’m glad. i didn’t want you end up disappointed. 

[wrcyter]

"I want the K."

send me ‘i want the k’ and i’ll randomly generate a number. ( nsfw ) -  #16: spooning

minseok is so small, chanyeol sometimes gets scared when it comes to sex. he’s tiny, pocket sized, a little muffing among bigger muffins. strawberry flavored, and appearing delicate in all his five foot glory. 

except he’s not, and sometimes, chanyeol thinks he’s the one in danger. minseok likes to please his daddy, and that’s completely fine to chanyeol, but sometimes, minseok is a little devil, hiding his desire and intents behind adorable gummy smiles and crescent eyes. 

chanyeol is exhausted. tired. half-dead. he’s spent, his dick flopped pathetically over his thigh as he pants, chest raising and falling with every breathe he takes. minseok, on the other hand, is smiling at him, sweaty hair sticking to his skin adorably, and not at all giving away how sore he must be after riding chanyeol so fucking hard. “daddy, did you like the surprise?”

“loved it,” chanyeol gruffs out, blinking up as the small body is already wiggling against his side, pulling chanyeol’s arms over his frame. “baby, you gotta warn me next time,” he says lamely, hearing minseok giggle as their bodies begin to adjust, chanyeol’s larger one easily spooning his baby boy in his arms. “you were so good,” he praises, making a small sound as minseok presses his ass back, and chanyeol wonders if he can squeeze in another round. “daddy loves your tight little body.” 

[wrcyter]

( - Minseok freezes. And then he's scrambling, socked feet padding over carpeted floor as he ducks and hides behind the couch, curling up into a small ball to hide. He hasn't even prepared himself to face Daddy's wrath - he's going to get scolded for being so ungrateful, for saying such things to Daddy and that itself brings tears to his eyes as he hugs his knees, voice soft before he's smacking himself again.) M-Minseok isn't here--! No one is!

I can see you. ( * he says, not meaning for his tone to sound so flat. he goes all the way down and sighs, but doesn’t quite approach you, as he stands behind the couch, allowing you the small comfort of hiding. he still feels fucking terrible for accusing of such acts, and really needs to make it up for you. but first, he has to say sorry. ) I want to apologize and talk. Come out there, baby boy.