໑ IT’S YOU.
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ໑ chenle wakes up and realizes he’s more into you than he thought. 2697words
16+. slow burn. kissing. slight frottage.
it’s is a part of a soulmate au, but there’s an edge of forced cohabitation that doesn’t really get hashed out in favor of flirting (⌒・⌒)ゞ
“Everything ok?”
From the corner of your eye, you can see Chenle glance at you, his curiosity practically palpable. It’s the first you’ve spoken to him since he annoyed you the evening before, and you suppose he hadn’t expected you to be the one to bridge the gap. You certainly hadn’t planned to, but it isn’t as though your quasi-fiancé gets calls at 6 in the morning often. Still, you busy yourself, attempting to look noncommittal by tugging a scrunchie from the end of your hair, fingers combing through your braid before you shake it out of its overnight hold.
“You smell good.” You turn to look at him as he gets comfortable in bed, shifting closer and closer to you until you can feel the heat of his legs near yours under the covers. “Really good…”
You haven’t done anything differently, and wonder briefly if he’s always thought that you smell good or if it's new…if it’s because of the stupid, childish argument the pair of you had.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Hmm?” He leans closer, sniffing at you. “Oh, yeah. I— really good, jie.”
“Yeah, ok,” you laugh, hand coming up to gently push at his chest.
He groans in response, the sound seeming to startle even him if his eyes meeting yours in surprise is anything to go by. A whimper slips from him, and you want to laugh, but the following groan is so painful that your own amusement gets stuck in your throat.
“Chenle—”
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” he murmurs. He isn’t touching you, but he’s as close as he can be now, his breath hot along the soft skin of your throat. And then, as though attempting to return to the calm, unphased persona he’s maintained in front of you, he takes a shuddering breath and distractedly says, “I have to go soon.”
“Good.”
“Yeah.”
You turn, pulling away in an attempt to meet his gaze again, but it’s a mistake. His breath is warm and sweet, like espresso on your lips. It should be disgusting, mixing with the minty flavor left over from your mouthwash, but instead, it’s properly distracting.
He moves quickly, eyes meeting yours for just a moment before he cradles your jaw in his hand. It’s the first time he’s touched you in private, and the warmth of his skin on yours is more comforting than it should be. Then you’ve ever considered it before. And it only gets worse when you feel his lips brush yours in the most tentative of kisses.
You gasp, and he groans, kissing you again and again. It’s just the press of his lips over yours, but it awakens some part of you that you swear never existed, and it’s as much of a surprise to you as it is to him when you part your lips for more. He doesn’t miss a beat, though, his tongue stroking your bottom lip before slipping past it.
His kiss is eager and curious, different from any you’ve ever had before, and it leaves you breathless when he finally pulls away. He murmurs your name, eyes meeting yours (they’re dark and lidded, and you can hardly believe you’re dealing with the same little shit of a boy you met a few months ago).
It only takes a second or two for you to realize he’s taking your advice from the night before and acting on what he wants, not on what he thinks he should want. In a way, knowing he’s listening to you is headier than his kiss. But, the thought goes just as quickly as you feel his breath on your lips again.
He strokes his thumb over your cheek, the slow drag of it drawing heat to your face. You have to blink to come to your senses, but by the time you do he’s already smirking as though he’s won and leaning in to kiss you. He says your name again before his lips meet yours, swallowing the little sound of interest you make as he pushes you to lay back on the bed.
Chenle is heavier than you expect him to be, his body a little too warm as he kisses you senseless. He moans as your fingers draw through his hair, smirking against your lips when you whimper in response to his sound. Your legs circle his waist when he fits himself between your thighs, his mouth only leaving yours when he absolutely needs to breathe.
He doesn’t stop, though. His lips are soft yet hungry along your jaw, fingers insistent as he turns your chin for more room at your throat, and he sighs so contentedly as his tongue strokes across your pulse point.
“Ch-Chenle…”
“Hmmm?” His hand slips from your jaw, thumb dragging along the curve of your throat in an unexpected show of possession. He groans at the way you gasp at the feeling, your chest dipping under his. “Yn…”
He continues down your body, palm settling over one of your breasts and fingers pressing into your chest. You swear your heart beats faster in response, blood rising as though summoned by his touch, but it’s him who asks, “What are you doing to me?”
You let one of your hands slip from his hair, fingers ghosting his face before cupping his jaw and encouraging him to look at you. “What are you doing to yourself?”
He blinks, brow furrowing for a moment before he grips your wrist and tugs your hand away. His forehead is hot against your skin when he buries his face in your throat, and it would be more distracting if he wasn’t weighing heavier into you, every inch of him pressing you into the mattress.
“I have to go,” he tells you. “Fuck.” His nose drags along your skin before he pulls away, sitting up and staring at you with flushed skin and dazed eyes. “It’s you,” he reaffirms, letting your eyes meet again. “Not me.”
“Ok.”
He pouts, but it isn’t as annoying as you’ve found it in the past. “No, d-don’t—” He breaks off with a groan, looking away from you as he brushes a hand through his hair. “I have to go.”
“You said that already.”
“I want to talk about it. Last night.” He looks back at you, perfectly focused on your stomach. “And I want to touch you.”
“Ok.”
He sighs in annoyance. “Ok to what?”
“Both.” You sit up on your elbows, hoping to catch his gaze. “Whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want,” he repeats, lips curling at one side. His hands are hot even through your shirt as he settles on your waist, squeezing slightly before sliding down to your hips. “You mean it?”
“Yes.”
He licks his lips, nodding slowly before shifting, pulling you into his hips as he rolls them into your center, and the feeling leaves you panting in surprise, one of your hands reaching to grasp his shirt in response.
His lips are soft, innocent even, as he leans over you and kisses the corner of your mouth, the hard length of him nestled between your thighs as though he belongs there.
“Say my name again—” he demands at nearly the moment you breathe, “—Ch-Chenle.”
He smirks, rolling his hips into yours again, pressing a little harder this time and moaning as he presses his lips over yours. “This is better than I imagined,” he admits, nuzzling your cheek before pulling away enough to meet your gaze. “You’ve been driving me crazy for weeks.”
You swallow, searching his face for any sign of deception, but he’s always been hard for you to read.
He lets go of one of your hips in favor of cradling your face again, thumb stroking across your bottom lip before he leans back in to kiss you. Your head feels light and chest tight from his attention and affection, and it would be a relief when his phone rings if only it meant that he would pull away from you. Instead, he pulls his lips just far enough from yours.
“Yeah,” he answers, his breath on your lips.
His thumb strokes your lower stomach as the person on the other end asks, “Ready?”
“You couldn’t have worse timing.” Chenle presses a quiet kiss to your cheek, and you have to bite back a sigh at the feel of him once again rolling his hips into yours.
“You can jack off later, bro,” another voice comments, causing him to huff out a laugh.
You recognize Jaemin’s voice this time as he says, “He could be getting lucky, Jisung.”
“Yeah fucking right,” Haechan laughs. “Yn-noona looked like she wanted to kill him last night.”
“It was pretty hot of her,” Jeno comments, and you realize he was the original voice. “You’re right, he probably got off to that shit.”
Chenle bites back a groan, letting his face tuck into your throat again, but it doesn’t stop him from throbbing against your core, and you can't help but gasp at the feeling. The other end of the line goes silent as he begins to laugh.
“Now, hold on,” Jisung says, sounding closer to the mic. “Are you watching porn? With your girl in your room?”
“I think that was her,” Jeno whispers, adding to your mortification. “Holy shit.”
“G-give me five minutes.” He says before hanging up and pulling away to once again pout at you. “How could you let them hear you?”
“Why is your— are you— uh,” you huff out a laugh. “It’s your fault. For reacting that way.”
He pinches your stomach this time, mumbling, “Whatever,” as he gets out of bed.
You watch him hurry up through getting dressed before sitting on the edge of your side of the bed. His gaze is clear now but intensely focused as he sorts through whatever he wants to say. At length, he again takes your face in hand as though making up for all the times he hasn’t before he meets your eyes.
“I want you to hold me accountable.”
It’s the most mature thing he’s ever said to you, and it leaves you trembling as he strokes a thumb over your jaw. His touch is tender and careful, as though he expects you to tell him to fuck off. When you don’t, he smiles softly and leans in to press an equally soft kiss to your forehead.
Your eyes widen, and he smiles at you before getting up. “Chenle…It’s cold out, so dress warmly.”
It’s a silly statement because he’s already well-layered, but it doesn’t stop him from offering you a smug look. “Can I wear your scarf?”
“That’s too much.”
“Oh, I get it,” he speculates as he walks back towards the closet. “You want me to die from the cold. Ok.”
“Fine, wear it!” He disappears into the inner room with a laugh. “I don’t care!”
He continues to laugh, the sound disturbingly warm and amused as he rejoins you, buckling his watch into place.
“Why would I want you to die?” You question as you lay back down, pulling the blanket over your shoulders once you turn away from him. “Our lives are tied together.”
“So you can have all of our scarves for yourself.”
“How annoying—oomf.” You groan as he jumps back into bed, hovering over you with an equally annoying smile on his lips. “What the heck?”
“You never say anything nice to me.” You think it’s a lie, but you can’t really be sure. “I feel shy about you telling me to stay warm.”
“So you have to inconvenience me?”
“Yeah. Exactly.” His lips are warm on your ear, and his nose is firm as he drags it across your cheek. And then, so low you think he may not realize he’s said it aloud, he breathes, “…smell so good…wanna keep it…”
It’s oddly endearing, causing you to say, “It’s hanging with my coat in the entryway closet,” as you attempt to push him away. “If you really want to take my scarf.”
He grins at you, barely budging even as his phone rings again.
“Or don’t,” you mutter. “I don’t care.”
He pulls away but lingers next to you for a few moments longer. “Thank you for last night,” he tells you. “Knowing you see me…”
You look over your shoulder to see that he’s staring at the floor, rubbing his chest fondly. It leaves you feeling as though you’re witnessing something you shouldn’t (just as much as it feels like something you’ve always been privy to), and as you snuggle back into bed, you can’t help but wonder at how strange your shared experience has been.
“It’s changed everything. Or, maybe it’d already been changed.”
He isn’t wrong.
Being introduced toChenle had been like discovering a secret you’ve spent XX years on the fringe of, equal parts awful and inspiring. You’ve had to make incredible allowances for each other, most of which neither of you have ever shared, which you can only assume has left you both slightly resentful. Fated or not, uprooting everything you’ve ever known isn't easy. Most people don’t. Not when they’re as settled into life as you were, even at your young ages.
But, last night, you’d been so angry about the distance between the pair of you that you’d been unable to stop yourself from making your displeasure unknown. Clearly, it’s worked in your favor.
He laughs to himself, pulling you from your thoughts. “Is it change if it’s an ideal state?”
“It’s too early to theorize.”
His finger is too warm and too comforting as he strokes the shell of your ear. It even feels too thoughtful, as though weighed down by what he’s said. “True,” he admits. “But it doesn’t change the fact that knowing you see me has changed me, made me more myself.
“Maybe. I guess.” His uncertainty in such a small part of his realization causes you to smile as he says, “If it’s always been you for me and me for you.” He sighs contentedly before obnoxiously asking, “What took you so long?”
“I’m going to change the locks while you’re out. Then it won’t matter if I see you or said something. How long I took, or anything.”
He laughs, the sound soft and handsome this time. “Please don’t. I’ll go and come back quickly, I promise…” His phone rings again, and he answers it with a hasty, “Two more minutes,” before hanging up and sighing wistfully. “You want me to, right? To go and come back quickly?”
“Yes, Chenle.”
“And we’ll talk about last night? When I get back.”
“What you want.”
“I want to kiss you again.”
You turn to look at him, resisting the urge to return the smile he offers you.
“But I’ll just wear your scarf and think about you until I can see you again.”
“I take back what I said last night. I don’t want you to talk to me,” you deadpan as he laughs. “I don’t care if the Pope and the Dalai Lama call to congratulate us for meeting. Don’t even think in my direction. I’m serious.”
“Sure.” He kisses your shoulder before getting up. “Whatever you say.”
Despite yourself, you sit up enough to watch him leave, feeling your face go hot when he flashes a smile over his shoulder on his way out of your bedroom. “See you soon…mate.”
And, for as disturbing as an endearment as it is, it leaves butterflies in your stomach that don’t settle until he texts you, hours later:
did you miss me?
no
damn
if i bring you your favorite drink, will you admit it?
do you even know what my favorite drink is
i guess we’ll both have to wait and see
fair warning tho
?????
[Chenle shares his location, showing you he’s at your favorite cafe]
i want 7 kisses when i get home
maybe
it’s been nice smelling like you
omg chenle
you did it to yourself
congratulations
you’re delusional
i’m a total catch
what happened to this chenle: 🫥
gone. you got rid of him
sorry yn. i dont make the rules
home in 15 x