“Don’t—” he wheezes, out of breath. His face is flushed; probably ran all the way up to Chanyeol’s apartment. He comes to an abrupt halt in the door way when he realizes Chanyeol’s on the phone. His face grows horrified. It’s almost funny.
Chanyeol blinks, at a loss for words. He’s still holding the telephone against his ear, even though he can’t hear anything on the other end anymore. Ten second earlier, his ears had been filled with Jongin’s drunken shouts, and it’s left him confused. Maybe sort of amused, too.
“You’re… over me?” he asks, mostly in disbelief because what. “When were you under me?”
If possible, Jongin turns even redder. “I— I was drunk, I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean to tell me you’re giving up on my ‘dumb blind ass’?” Chanyeol’s now resisting the urge to laugh; Jongin’s so embarrassed he looks like he’s about to cry. But hey, it’s not every day your best friend slash crush slash pain in the ass confesses to you over the phone, Chanyeol wants to have his fun with it. “I don’t know what to say, Jongin.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Jongin says. His head is bowed and his lower lip juts out. “Just delete it—”
Chanyeol grins. “Delete it? Why would I delete it, I’ll let Baekhyun listen to it—”
“No!” Jongin’s head shoots up, eyes wide. “What the fuck, you asshole—”
“—after I kiss you,” Chanyeol finishes, still with that same grin. Jongin’s voice abruptly dies out in his throat.
“What?”
Chanyeol’s definitely enjoying this. “You heard me. Who are you calling dumb and blind when you’re the one who hasn’t noticed I’ve been trying to ask you out for weeks?”
Jongin’s face blanks as he repeats, “What?” Okay, now he’s just being stupid.
“Jongin. I like you too—”
Chanyeol has the fortune of seeing Jongin’s bright smile for one full second before it’s pressed against his own mouth, warm and soft.
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“Don’t—” he wheezes, out of breath. His face is flushed; probably ran all the way up to Chanyeol’s apartment. He comes to an abrupt halt in the door way when he realizes Chanyeol’s on the phone. His face grows horrified. It’s almost funny.
Chanyeol blinks, at a loss for words. He’s still holding the telephone against his ear, even though he can’t hear anything on the other end anymore. Ten second earlier, his ears had been filled with Jongin’s drunken shouts, and it’s left him confused. Maybe sort of amused, too.
“You’re… over me?” he asks, mostly in disbelief because what. “When were you under me?”
If possible, Jongin turns even redder. “I— I was drunk, I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean to tell me you’re giving up on my ‘dumb blind ass’?” Chanyeol’s now resisting the urge to laugh; Jongin’s so embarrassed he looks like he’s about to cry. But hey, it’s not every day your best friend slash crush slash pain in the ass confesses to you over the phone, Chanyeol wants to have his fun with it. “I don’t know what to say, Jongin.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Jongin says. His head is bowed and his lower lip juts out. “Just delete it—”
Chanyeol grins. “Delete it? Why would I delete it, I’ll let Baekhyun listen to it—”
“No!” Jongin’s head shoots up, eyes wide. “What the fuck, you asshole—”
“—after I kiss you,” Chanyeol finishes, still with that same grin. Jongin’s voice abruptly dies out in his throat.
“What?”
Chanyeol’s definitely enjoying this. “You heard me. Who are you calling dumb and blind when you’re the one who hasn’t noticed I’ve been trying to ask you out for weeks?”
Jongin’s face blanks as he repeats, “What?” Okay, now he’s just being stupid.
“Jongin. I like you too—”
Chanyeol has the fortune of seeing Jongin’s bright smile for one full second before it’s pressed against his own mouth, warm and soft.
“I’m still letting Baekhyun listen to it.”
“I fucking hate you.”
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