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airplanewishes) wrote2013-03-09 01:45 am
airplanewishes) wrote2013-03-09 01:45 am
Live Long and Prosper [Chanyeol/Kyungsoo]
Live Long and Prosper
EXO | Chanyeol/Kyungsoo | R | 5,878w
Crack, Fluff
Kyungsoo hates Chanyeol's new hair. Chanyeol turns to the Naver Line app stickers for answers.
Alternate summary: Where everyone in EXO thinks they're Vulcans.
Part 3 of the Line Saga (lol). Can be read as a stand-alone.
Author's Notes:
Lol what the heck is this. Chanyeol's hair was such a shock and such a laugh earlier this morning that when an idea to write fic for it popped up, I just couldn't resist. As of this moment, I already think it's hot because EARS! ><
Anyway, I know there's less actual Line things here than in the past two fics and way too much Star Trek, but oh well. LOL.
This was what Kyungsoo meant in the stickers he sent, just in case:
I am in heat.
I want to manhandle you.
I want rough sex.
Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wordyefficacy and atmest for reading through this. Thank you to khrysallis1106 for actually beta-ing this and for making the slightly porny part so much better. Also, thank you to my lovely wife, drainbamage954, for the eternal support. I really don't deserve you. <3
Thank you to you who read this! Comments/suggestions/violent reactions are welcome. :)
* This is apparently a famous Spock line.
** This is I love in in Vulcan according to kgbanswers.
All "Vulcan" names come from The Vulcan Starfleet name generator. Mine is T'Saralonde. Lol.
EXO | Chanyeol/Kyungsoo | R | 5,878w
Crack, Fluff
Kyungsoo hates Chanyeol's new hair. Chanyeol turns to the Naver Line app stickers for answers.
Alternate summary: Where everyone in EXO thinks they're Vulcans.
Part 3 of the Line Saga (lol). Can be read as a stand-alone.
Live Long and Prosper
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! HOUSTON, I HAVE A PROBLEM!!! CALL BACK IMMEDIATELY! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
Chanyeol waits for a beat, tapping his fingers on his lap and looking out of the window of the van, before his mobile phone is ringing. He promptly answers, expecting a rather frantic best friend on the other line.
“What do you want, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun hisses.
“You weren’t picking up so I sent a text,” Chanyeol frowns because, really, he expected more from Baekhyun.
“I’m recording!” Baekhyun snaps. “Of course I couldn’t pick up. But my phone kept on vibrating and at the end of my session Jongdae just threw my phone at my face! I have a big red bruise on my forehead!!”
“Oh, uh, sorry,” Chanyeol mumbles. But before Baekhyun can retort, he continues, remembering why he was calling. “This is really important, though. I wasn’t joking when I said I have a problem. This really isn’t a drill.”
Baekhyun sighs, longsuffering. “Nothing is ever a drill with you. You’re all or nothing,” he mutters. “So what is it? What is the big problem?”
“Uh, I can’t tell you,” Chanyeol says quietly. Baekhyun goes silent and Chanyeol frowns because this really isn’t the time for his phone to conk out on him. He needs his best friend for this. “Baekhyun, are you there—“
“THEN WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU BOTHERING ME FOR?!”
Chanyeol has to pull the phone away from his ear as Baekhyun continues to rant about stupid best friends and their dumb brains. It takes Baekhyun a couple of minutes to calm down and only then does Chanyeol press the phone back to his ear.
“Are you done?” Chanyeol calmly asks.
Baekhyun takes another long deep breath. “Can I go back to work now? Can I go back to doing something that makes sense?”
“But, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol whines. “This really is important. I would never call you if it wasn’t important.”
“Then just tell me what the stupid problem is,” Baekhyun growls. “I don’t have time for this. I have like five minutes until I have to go back to recording. Kyungsoo is having his turn now and then we’ll have to record stuff together.”
“K-Kyungsoo is there?” Chanyeol stiffens in his seat. “Uh, what time will you guys get back?”
“I don’t know, in an hour or so,” Baekhyun replies. He pauses. “Did you do something again?” he suspiciously asks.
“What makes you think I did something?” Chanyeol hurriedly defends himself. “I’ve done nothing of the sort. I was so good today. I woke up early, ate my breakfast, washed myself thoroughly and went to my schedule, like I should.”
“What did you do?” Baekhyun demands.
Chanyeol pouts and stares at his reflection of the rearview mirror of their van. Their manager meets his eyes and gives him a teasing wink. He groans internally because, somehow, he feels like there’s a certain higher power against him right now.
“Okay, the first thing you must know is that I really had nothing to do with this,” Chanyeol begins. “I really was good today and didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to do. But the thing is, I don’t have control of other people’s actions, so whatever they may have done isn’t really my fault.” He lightens up at a sudden realization. “I am actually the victim in this.”
“Just tell me what happened,” Baekhyun maintains.
“Um, you know how I went to the salon today?” Chanyeol casually reminds him.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun responds.
“Er, well, they, uh, cut my hair,” Chanyeol mumbles.
Baekhyun sighs. “I swear, Chanyeol, you worry about the stupidest of things. It’s just a haircut! You’ve had a haircut before.”
“But you haven’t seen this! You don’t know how I look like! Or who!” Chanyeol stresses in a panicked voice. His manager snickers and Chanyeol shoots him a glare.
“Fine, who do you look like?” Baekhyun patiently asks.
“You’ll see when I get home,” Chanyeol says desperately and immediately ends the call before Baekhyun can ask anymore questions. He pockets his phone and slams his hooded head against the window.
Chanyeol crosses his arms and glares at Baekhyun as angrily as he can. He gathers all the frustration and the anger that he can muster and does his best to channel the feeling towards his best friend, who is currently rolling on the floor of their shared room in laughter.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol sternly calls.
Baekhyun looks up at him and immediately bursts into renewed peals of laughter. Chanyeol stomps his foot in an effort to be more stern because this really is a problem. If his best friend can’t even look at him without laughing, what would the rest of EXO do? What will Kyungsoo think?!
“Baekhyun!” Chanyeol begs him to shut up, sinking into his bed and burying his face into his hands.
Baekhyun, the amazing best friend that he is, manages to swallow the rest of his laughter and sits down next to Chanyeol on the bed. “It’s really not that bad,” he calmly tells him, squeezing his shoulders comfortingly. “It’s just…different. It may even look kind of cool.”
Chanyeol lifts his face up from his hands and looks at him hopefully. “Really?” he asks. Baekhyun’s whole face twitches because he has never been good at keeping his laughter at bay. “You liar,” he grumbles when Baekhyun hiccups one laugh out.
“I’m not lying,” Baekhyun forces out as his tries to shove his laughter into the deepest pits of his soul. “I’m being honest. It’s not that…” Horrendous. Horrifying. Awful. Appalling. Mortifying. “…bad. Best friend’s honor.” He holds a hand up in oath.
Chanyeol stares at his Baekhyun’s hand and then glares at him. Baekhyun looks at his hand and sheepishly presses all his fingers back together so he wasn’t doing the Vulcan salute anymore.
“I’m not lying,” Baekhyun insists. “My hands just do these things sometimes where they move of their own accord, which ends up being pretty useful because duizhang likes them and—“
“Even if I look like Spock?” Chanyeol asks, shutting him up because he doesn’t need to know about what Baekhyun’s fingers do to Kris. Baekhyun’s face twitches three times and Chanyeol just sighs. “You have my permission to laugh.”
Baekhyun’s laughter gurgles out of him in heaps. He watches as Baekhyun buries his face into his pillow, trying to control himself, which seems pretty impossible because whenever Baekhyun looks at him, the laughter just increases tenfold and he just knows that Baekhyun isn’t going to stop any time soon. When Baekhyun is back to rolling around on the floor, Chanyeol buries himself in his bed.
He hates this. He hates Baekhyun. He hates this stupid comeback. He hates his stupid hair. He hates the stylist. He hates management. He even hates EXO at the moment. He just hates everything and is actually contemplating about throwing himself out of the window to his death.
“Why does it have to be me?” Chanyeol complains loudly. “Whyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
“Maybe…” Baekhyun laughs. “…they want to…” More laughter. “…emphasize…” Still laughing. “…your ears HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Chanyeol sits up in horror at the reminder, grabbing onto his ears. “Ohmygod!” He tries pulling on his hair only to have nothing to pull. “I practically have no hair!” He turns to Baekhyun, who is slowly coming out of his haze of amusement.
“It will grow back,” Baekhyun hiccups.
“But what will Kyungsoo pull at when we have sex!” Chanyeol panics. Kyungsoo loves his . He knows how much his boyfriend loves to grab onto it and pull when they’re in the throes of passion. And now, it’s all gone. “Will Kyungsoo still want to have sex with me when he sees me?”
“Sure,” Baekhyun’s laughter is bubbling up again. “He’ll just have to grab onto your ears HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Chanyeol’s eyesight turns red. He grabs a pillow and slams it really hard on Baekhyun’s face. It knocks Baekhyun out and effectively shuts him up.
Now why didn’t he think of that earlier?
Chanyeol feels eternally chastised. Kris is looking at him like he’d deformed his lover, which he may just have done, seeing as Baekhyun has a big red mark on his whole face. Along with the red bruise on his forehead, care of Jongdae, he literally looks like a redhead.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes for what he feels like is the hundredth time. Kris just continues to glare at him, while Junmyeon sighs tiredly.
“Maybe if we understood what happened, we can—“ Junmyeon tries again.
Chanyeol shakes his head. “No,” he resolutely declares. He pulls his cap and hood lower towards his face. He hasn’t really gone out of his room without a cap and a hoodie on. He thinks it’s for the best. That way, he won’t have to knock other members out to stop them from laughing.
Junmyeon exchanges a look with Kyungsoo, who grabs Chanyeol’s hand and leads him out of his shared room with Baekhyun and into Kyungsoo’s and Jongin’s room. Kyungsoo closes the door behind him as Chanyeol takes a seat on the edge of Kyungsoo’s bed.
He knows where this is going. Kyungsoo is going to coax the explanation out of him and Chanyeol will have to tell him because Kyungsoo can be very persuasive when he wants to be.
And that would be the end of their relationship.
Because his hair his ugly. He may have a pretty face, but no face could ever pull off the horrendous hair that he has.
Kyungsoo kneels in front of him, hands on his knees, and peers up at Chanyeol. “Hey,” he gently says. “Everyone knows you didn’t mean to possibly kill Baekhyun so don’t worry about it.”
“I really didn’t,” Chanyeol shakes his head earnestly.
Kyungsoo smiles. “That’s settled then,” he promises, rubbing his thumbs gently on the inside of Chanyeol’s knees. “You’re so tense,” he murmurs, pushing Chanyeol’s legs wider and moving closer. Leaning up, he presses a kiss on Chanyeol’s lips. “Let me make you feel better.”
Chanyeol groans as Kyungsoo trails kisses down his throat to his chest and to his stomach. This is what he meant about Kyungsoo being persuasive. Those lips can do no wrong and when it’s on his cock, it’s even more swaying.
He leans his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as his boyfriend works his magic. The flick of his tongue, the heat of his plump lips around him is enough to make him unravel. There really isn’t much for Kyungsoo to do until he is coming rather harshly and Kyungsoo just drinks him all in.
“Soo, that was…” Chanyeol pants, finally meeting his eyes. “What?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes are wide, wider than they normally are. “I can see your ears.”
Chanyeol reaches up to his head. His hood and cap had fallen in the middle of their sexy time and he panics. Before Chanyeol can even open his mouth to explain, Kyungsoo is out of the door.
The next few days are the most horrifying Chanyeol’s ever had to go through in his whole life in SM. He believes he’s always been one of those more popular trainees because he has a pretty face and is tall and is very friendly. But none of those matters because every time anyone sees him now, all they can think of is oh the planet Vulcan actually exists.
Chanyeol enters the practice room. He dumps his bag in one corner and takes off his sweatshirt so he can stretch properly. In the past couple of days, he’s been in more fights than he’s ever had his whole trainee life. Not counting him knocking Baekhyun out, he’s managed to give Sehun a bruised lip and Jongdae a bruised arm.
But that’s not even the worst of it. He can take all the ribbing and the mock Vulcan salutes that he receives wherever he goes. What he can’t take is Kyungsoo ignoring him. Ever since that fantastic blowjob, Kyungsoo hasn’t approached him. He doesn’t even want to meet his eye. When Chanyeol looks at him, Kyungsoo always looks away. And it really makes him sad because, of all people, he’d have thought Kyungsoo would stand by his side.
“Hyung.”
Chanyeol looks up from his stretching on the floor and sees Jongin and Sehun and Tao smiling down at him. He lets out a sigh because he just knows what’s coming. “What?”
The three maknaes raise their right hands to form a V sign. “Live long and prosper!” they chorus.
Chanyeol tries to trip them when they scramble away, only managing to get Jongin, who lands face flat on the floor. Sehun and Tao laugh and leave their comrade behind because they’re dumb maknaes. Junmyeon, ever the patient leader, helps Jongin up, while frowning at Chanyeol.
“You can be nicer,” Junmyeon tells him later.
“I am being nice,” Chanyeol grumbles. He doesn’t understand why you or Kris hyung aren’t telling the others off.”
“Will it be ironic if I tell you that your logic is a wreath of pretty flowers which smell bad*?” Junmyeon’s smile turns into a small smirk when Chanyeol glares at him.
“You are the worst!” Chanyeol shoves Junmyeon to a wall.
“I kind of get how you and Baekhyun are best friends,” Lu Han muses as Chanyeol looks at him expectantly.
“What?” Chanyeol’s eyes narrow.
“You’re both really dumb,” Lu Han nods with a smile. “Like, I don’t know how you two manage to stand each other, but I suppose birds of the same feather really do flock together.”
“Are you just going to keep judging or are you actually going to help me?” Chanyeol snaps at him.
With Kris mad at him, he’s been trying to stay away from Baekhyun as much as he can until Kris feels it’s safe to let his Baekbee come near him again. Which is absolutely ridiculous because he and Baek are still roommates. But, with their impending comeback, they don’t really have time to talk before they go to bed because they’re always just so tired at the end of the day.
So he decides to ask Lu Han for help regarding his problem with Kyungsoo, his boyfriend who doesn’t meet his eyes and jumps whenever he walks into the same room as him. He’s not sure why he’s asking Lu Han of all people, but he did help with Kris and Baekhyun getting together.
“I don’t actually know what you want me to do,” Lu Han says pleasantly.
“Help me woo Kyungsoo back!” Chanyeol spells out for him. “I miss him!”
“You can grow your hair back,” Lu Han suggests. Chanyeol stares at him because that’s just the dumbest suggestion. “Right,” he hastily adds. “Well, sex always works. I know it does. Because the other day Sehun was upset with me and all I did was crawl into his bed while he was asleep and stroked him hard and then sucked—“
“I never asked about your sex life!” Chanyeol yells, pulling at his nonexistent hair. He pulls at his ears instead. He wants to shoot himself because he knowing way too much about Sehun and Lu Han’s sex life is just a death sentence.
“I am telling you how to woo Kyungsoo!” Lu Han glares at him. “That is how I do it! I don’t know what gets Kyungsoo off because I’ve never had sex with him.” He shrugs. “I can find out for you if you want.”
Chanyeol narrows his eyes at him. “What do you mean?”
“I can find out what gets him off,” Lu Han offers with a warm smile. “Sehun doesn’t mind sharing.”
Chanyeol noisily stands up and shoves a finger in Lu Han’s chest. “You so much touch a hair on Kyungsoo’s head and I will end you.” He leaves the dorm and slams the door behind him.
Lu Han pouts, rubbing his chest. “It’s just a suggestion.”
Chanyeol is staring at his phone, has been staring at it for close to 15 minutes now. He’s been logging in and out of the Line app, wondering whether he should take Baekhyun’s advice on wooing Kyungsoo through it. He’s not really sure how he got talked into downloading the Naver app, seeing as he’s never really had the need for it since he has KakaoTalk anyway. But then Baekhyun kept on telling him how it brought him and Kris together and that one of the stickers had a 90% success rate at doing so.
He goes through the stickers for the 5th time, wondering which sticker he would send if he decides that this is the route he should actually go. He looks up from his phone and watches as Kyungsoo fumbles around the kitchen with Yixing so they can make the 12 boys a proper dinner.
“You look constipated.”
Chanyeol chokes on air as he jumps on his seat. Jongdae claps him on the back. Chanyeol shoves an elbow to his stomach, making Jongdae cough. Jongin looks up from where he was playing Xbox with Sehun to glare at him, making Chanyeol immediately smile innocently.
“So how’s it going?” Jongdae asks conversationally. “Is staring at Kyungsoo to get him back working?”
Chanyeol sighs dejectedly. “I don’t know what else to do.”
“I thought you and Baekhyun already talked?” Jongdae says confusedly.
“He gave me some advice about Line and—“ Chanyeol starts.
Jongdae shakes his head and grabs Chanyeol’s phone. “Sometimes you have to actually listen to your best friend, even if they seem all innocent,” he tells him, pressing some buttons on his phone. Chanyeol suddenly grows worried, because Jongdae isn’t exactly the most angelic person on planet Earth, EXO, or even Vulcan.
“What did you just do!” Chanyeol practically growls at him when he gets his phone back. “Did you just—“
“You weren’t going to if I didn’t,” Jongdae says knowingly.
Chanyeol’s ears perk up when he hears Kyungsoo’s phone alert tone. He surreptitiously observes as Kyungsoo checks his messages. He also sees how Kyungsoo stiffens and looks up to meet Chanyeol’s eyes.
Chanyeol opens his mouth to say something, but he never gets the chance to because Kyungsoo leaves the kitchen and locks himself in the bathroom.
“Well that certainly worked perfectly,” Chanyeol stares Jongdae down.
Jongdae chuckles and subtly slides out of the couch. “I guess this instance is part of that 10% failure of that sticker.” He pats Chanyeol on the shoulder and scrambles towards Jongin and Chanyeol makes a grab at him.
He sulks on the couch, burning holes through his phone with his eyes because he hates it, too. It’s an instrument on making the issue between him and Kyungsoo worse—he jumps when his phone lights up.
Do Kyungsoo
Chanyeol’s eyes widen. He jumps off the couch and hurries to the M dorm because he’s pretty sure Baekhyun is there with Kris. He sees Baekhyun on Kris’s lap and excuses his best friend from his boyfriend as nicely as he can.
“What is it?” Baekhyun asks when they’re outside in the hallway.
Chanyeol shoves his phone in Baekhyun’s face. “Kyungsoo wants to burn me!” he wails. “I sent him that blowjob sticker that you said has 90% success rate! I’m in the 10%! He wants to burn me!”
“Oh no,” Baekhyun exclaims worriedly. “But Kyungsoo loves you! Did you send something else?”
Chanyeol shakes his head. “I don’t exactly know how to reply to a message that tells me to burn in hell.”
“Uh,” Baekhyun goes through the sticker list. “Send him the butt-touching sticker!”
Chanyeol swallows nervously as he sends the mentioned sticker. “What if he doesn’t reply? What will I do?”
Chanyeol’s phone beeps before Baekhyun can even open his mouth.
Do Kyungsoo
“Now he wants to strangle me?” Chanyeol yelps.
“I’m so sorry, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun shakes his hands in panic. He was supposed to be helping Chanyeol fix things up with Kyungsoo, not make things worse.
Chanyeol slides down to the floor and buries his face in his hands. He doesn’t understand why Kyungsoo would want to break up with him just because of his hair. He understands that it’s embarrassing to be seen with him because he looks like a new generation Vulcan, but shouldn’t their love be stronger than that? His feelings for Kyungsoo have always been genuine. Ever since he’s met the smaller male, he’s always known that he wanted to have him in his life, no matter what. It was just luck that Kyungsoo had feelings for him, too.
Baekhyun wraps an arm around him. “Hey, maybe he just needs to cool off for a bit,” he tells him soothingly.
“We didn’t even fight,” Chanyeol pouts. “He just hates my hair. He can’t look at me, so now he just wants to break up.”
Baekhyun gets Chanyeol’s phone and sends one last sticker.
“It’s a make-out sticker,” he quietly explains. “At least this way, he knows that you’re not just asking for sex, that you just miss him.”
Kyungsoo replies after a minute.
Do Kyungsoo
Chanyeol cries.
Chanyeol has just entered the dorm after extending practice for himself, which he’s been doing the past few days because he’d rather stay in the practice rooms that stay in the dorm where he sees Kyungsoo not talking to him, when he’s assaulted by a Jongin and pushed in the nearest bedroom.
“What the fuck, Jongin,” Chanyeol demands.
“Ankesdorel,” Jongin greets him with the Vulcan salute.
“What,” Chanyeol stares.
“That’s your actual Vulcan name. I’m Connikatrenti,” Jongin tells him.
“Are you serious,” Chanyeol asks judgingly.
Jongin nods eagerly. “You’re not actually Spock because, well, Spock is dead and you’re not Spock—“
“I get it,” Chanyeol stops him. “Did you assault me so you can tell me this?”
“No,” Jongin remembers why he wanted to talk to Chanyeol. “What did you do to Kyungsoo hyung!”
“What did I do?” Chanyeol’s eyes widen in shock and hurt at the accusation. “He’s the one who won’t talk to me! I sent him all these Line stickers and he just continued to ignore me!”
“What Line stickers?” Jongin wants to know.
Chanyeol hands the younger male his phone, showing him all the stickers that he had sent to Kyungsoo the other day. Jongin takes one look at them before giving Chanyeol the most judging look he’s ever received from one of the maknaes of the group.
“What,” Chanyeol blurts out, cowering from Jongin’s unending staring. Jongin may be cute like a puppy, but when he gets upset, he does manage to scare even Kris.
“How you’re an honor student when you’re this dumb, I will never understand,” Jongin shakes his head. “He told you three times how he felt! Three times!”
“I know! Three different times he’s told me that he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me!” Chanyeol retorts. He grabs his phone back from Jongin and moves to go out of the room. He already knows that Kyungsoo hates him, but for the members to keep on reiterating it over and over again is just too much.
The door opens before he can get out and Sehun walks in.
“S'Blen,” Jongin greets him. Chanyeol blinks.
“Connikatrenti,” Sehun greets back. He then turns to Chanyeol. “Ankesdorel.”
Chanyeol’s expression turns to the incredulous when the two maknaes face him and raise their hands in Vulcan salute. “Live long and prosper,” they chorus.
“Fuck you both,” Chanyeol grounds out and then he’s pushing past the two stupid kids to go to his room, where he buries himself under his blankets and hopes to never have to wake up ever again.
He just wants Kyungsoo. He misses Kyungsoo. He’s never thought that anything like this could happen to them and over something stupid like his dumb hair, too. His ears have never been one of his favorite parts of himself, but Kyungsoo’s never complained about them before. Maybe because he rarely saw them.
Sighing, he flips up and checks his phone for any messages. He sees the Line app, contemplates for a second before he sends Kyungsoo a sticker.
He really misses Kyungsoo.
Chanyeol takes a deep breath as Kyungsoo leaves the practice room first as soon as their rehearsal was over. When he gets to the dorm, he is going to get Kyungsoo to talk to him no matter what. He’s not yet sure exactly how he’s going to do it, but he will and then they will be okay. Two weeks of not talking is eating him alive and if they are going to break up after they talk, then that will be that. At the very least, they should end things civilly.
“Everything okay?” Junmyeon asks.
When Chanyeol comes to himself, he realizes that the rest of the members have left as well. He smiles at their leader. “Yes, hyung,” he assures him.
“You look like you have something on your mind,” Junmyeon continues as they walk out of the practice room. “Is it Kyungsoo?”
“I’m going to talk to him today, hyung,” Chanyeol decisively declares. “I don’t care if he hates me or he wants to break up with me, we’re going to talk. And if we do break up, well then.” He shrugs helplessly.
Junmyeon blinks at him then sighs in a longsuffering manner. “Do I have to give you that ‘go get that dick’ speech, too?” He shudders because giving Baekhyun that speech once is enough to last him a lifetime.
Chanyeol coughs violently. “What speech?” he weakly asks, although he really doesn’t want to know.
Junmyeon merely shakes his head. “All I’m saying is that I think you’re misreading things,” he elaborates. “Kyungsoo doesn’t hate your hair.”
Chanyeol frowns and pulls his cap tighter over his head. “He hasn’t spoken to me since he’s seen it and all he’s done is send me hateful Line stickers,” he tells Junmyeon. “I don’t know how that translates to ‘I don’t hate you or your hair’.”
When they reach the van, they find out that Kyungsoo, Jongin, Sehun and Baekhyun had gone ahead back to the dorm in a different van. He takes a deep breath and tries not to let the fact that Kyungsoo always leaves without him now bother him too much. Junmyeon reaches out and squeezes his shoulder in comfort.
He checks his phone for messages because normally Baekhyun would text him to say they’ve gone ahead and he does. But, aside from that, he finds that he has three new Line messages. All from Kyungsoo.
Do Kyungsoo
See you at the dorm
Chanyeol swallows nervously as he locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket without replying. It looks like he and Kyungsoo really are going to have that talk. And it seems like it’s not going to be a happy one.
Chanyeol quietly pads into the dorm alone. Junmyeon decided to hit the gym, which is ridiculous because they just spent the whole day practicing, and told him he’d be back later in the evening. It seems the rest of the members aren’t back either. All the rooms he’s checked so far are empty.
“Kyungsoo?” he quietly calls, walking towards the kitchen. He’s not really expecting an answer because if the others aren’t back then Kyungsoo probably isn’t—
He gets slammed to the side of the fridge. He almost hits whoever attacked him, fist raised when he sees Kyungsoo’s big eyes blinking up at him. It’s then that he realizes that Kyungsoo has his forearm lodged in Chanyeol’s neck, his other hand splayed across Chanyeol’s stomach.
“What are you doing?” Chanyeol manages to get out when Kyungsoo loosens his hold on him.
“I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting,” Kyungsoo speaks, his voice lower and deeper than Chanyeol’s ever heard it, “and for what? For nothing it seems. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.”
“What are you talking about—“
“Shut up,” Kyungsoo barks and Chanyeol closes his mouth, feeling a slight shiver run through his body at the authoritative tone. “No more talking. Unless I say so.” He lets Chanyeol go and grabs something from one of his pockets. “Turn around,” he orders.
Chanyeol shivers with that certain pleasure again and immediately turns around at the command. He jumps when Kyungsoo roughly grabs his wrist and joins them across his stomach. He opens his mouth to ask what he doing but he catches himself just in time when he remembers that he’s not supposed to talk without permission. His unasked question is answered anyway when he feels and sees cold metal binding his wrists together. Handcuffs. His heart beats extra fast at the thought of where this was leading and he braces himself when Kyungsoo presses up against his back.
Kyungsoo slowly runs his hands up Chanyeol’s side, slowly making their way to his neck, where his fingers then slowly crawl to wrap themselves around it. But he doesn’t tighten his hold on his neck, he merely uses it as leverage to pull himself up so he can bite Chanyeol’s right ear.
“You have the biggest ears, Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo practically growls, “and they’re so fucking hot.” He gives it a nip, his tongue lining the lobes, and Chanyeol groans. “You’re so stupid for thinking that I hate your hair.”
Chanyeol’s lidded eyes widen at this realization. “You—“
Kyungsoo roughly shoves him to the fridge. “What did I say about talking!”
Chanyeol clamps his mouth shut, a smirk playing on his lips. So Kyungsoo does like his hair after all. The thought that his boyfriend actually finds his hair hot because his ears stick out makes blood rush to his groin, almost making him moan.
“Lift your arms up,” Kyungsoo commands and Chanyeol obeys. “Because you spoke out of turn, you cannot do anything unless I tell you to do so,” Kyungsoo harshly states as his hands skate the front of Chanyeol’s pants. “You cannot move, thrust, or even come unless I give you permission to.”
Chanyeol lets out a strangled groan as Kyungsoo unbuttons his pants, unzips them and pushes it down to the floor, pooling them at his ankles. His boxers then follow suit and soon enough he naked from the waist down. In EXO-K’s kitchen. He really hopes that none of the members decide to suddenly come home from wherever they are at the moment.
Kyungsoo’s warm body leaves his back and Chanyeol tries to even his breathing out. Nothing’s happened and yet he’s already so hard, tip already leaking with precum. He and Kyungsoo haven’t been talking and haven’t been together in so long that this is probably why he can’t wait for what’s going to happen next. That, and the fact that Kyungsoo being in charge and being rough is so hot.
His breath almost leaves him when he feels Kyungsoo press back against him. He groans when he feels Kyungsoo’s dick grazing the crack of his ass. He fights the urge to push back because he knows that Kyungsoo is going to punish him if he does. The thought of the punishment makes him shudder, both frightening and exhilarating at the same time.
Kyungsoo runs his hand under Chanyeol’s shirt, fingertips dancing across the skin, making Chanyeol feel more aroused than ever, and Chanyeol barely suppresses a whimper when Kyungsoo pinches his nipple.
“Are you ready?” Kyungsoo whispers as he bites Chanyeol’s left ear this time, then laves at the shell of his ear with his tongue, leaving a wet trail that has Chanyeol shuddering. He lets his hand graze Chanyeol’s cock, fingers leaving feathery touches on the sensitive skin, making Chanyeol tip his head back and moan. “I am going to fuck you so hard in this kitchen that you won’t be able to walk, much less dance, properly for a few days.” Chanyeol gasps in anticipation at the thought of Kyungsoo’s cock buried within him, stretching him wide. “What do you say to that?” He pulls Chanyeol’s head back so he can nip on his ear, breath hot against his neck. “Answer me.”
“Fuck me,” Chanyeol grunts. This is what he wants. He wants Kyungsoo, has always wanted him, and the thought that he still wants him back just makes Chanyeol want to be taken by Kyungsoo.
“As you wish.”
It’s movie night in EXO-K’s dorm and all members of EXO are gathered in the living room. There is so little room that everyone has to share a seat or squeeze beside each other on the floor. Chanyeol doesn’t mind this setup because he has himself a bundle of Kyungsoo curled up in his lap.
“What movie are we going to watch?” Junmyeon asks, going through the DVDs.
“STAR TREK!” everyone choruses. Chanyeol doesn’t even roll his eyes anymore because the Star Trek jokes have become so second nature that they even call each other by their Vulcan names now.
“What say you, Ankesdorel?” Junmyeon asks Chanyeol.
“Aye, S'Jenes,” Chanyeol gives him the go signal to proceed.
Kyungsoo giggles in his lap, his lips brushing his ear. “You are the hottest Vulcan I’ve ever known,” he tells him quietly.
“I am the only Vulcan that you know,” Chanyeol responds, surreptitiously tracing his tongue down Kyungsoo’s jaw, making the smaller male shudder.
“Will you two shut up!” Kris yells, horrified at the PDA. Even he and Baekhyun aren’t that blatant. “None of you are Vulcans.”
Jongin and Sehun gasp simultaneously. “Kre'Treslee is blaspheming!” Jongin cries.
Baekhyun giggles at this and gives Kris a kiss on the cheek to calm him down.
As the movie starts, Chanyeol tightens his arms around Kyungsoo and presses a kiss to the side of his head. He sighs in contentment because finally all is well. He and Kyungsoo have never been better. If anything, that misunderstanding has strengthened their relationship. Chanyeol has learned not to assume anything and to make sure that he and Kyungsoo talk about everything. He wonders why he even thought that Kyungsoo hated his hair in the first place.
“Hey,” Chanyeol whispers.
“Hmm,” Kyungsoo murmurs, eyes on the TV.
“Why did you run away when you first saw my new haircut?” Chanyeol asks. Kyungsoo coughs and bows his head and Chanyeol just knows that his boyfriend is embarrassed about something. “What is it?”
Kyungsoo says his answer so softly that Chanyeol has to practically press his ears to his lips. Chanyeol lifts his head back to look at Kyungsoo with wide eyes.
“Stop,” Kyungsoo hisses and slightly slaps his face so he would stop staring at him.
“I’ve never heard of anyone coming just by looking at ears,” Chanyeol teases him, giving him a kiss on the lips. “You are so cute.”
“Well have you seen your ears,” Kyungsoo snaps, blushing almost immediately when he realizes what he’s said.
“So cute,” Chanyeol murmurs as he kisses him.
“Are you two done?” Jongdae asks exasperatedly from beside them. “Because we’d really rather watch the actual Star Trek than the Korean porn version of it.”
Chanyeol chooses to ignore Jongdae. Instead, he presses his lips to Kyungsoo’s ears and whispers, “K'Leiahstrvoc, wani ra yana ro aisha**.”
Kyungsoo blinks at him and smiles.
I love you.
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! HOUSTON, I HAVE A PROBLEM!!! CALL BACK IMMEDIATELY! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
Chanyeol waits for a beat, tapping his fingers on his lap and looking out of the window of the van, before his mobile phone is ringing. He promptly answers, expecting a rather frantic best friend on the other line.
“What do you want, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun hisses.
“You weren’t picking up so I sent a text,” Chanyeol frowns because, really, he expected more from Baekhyun.
“I’m recording!” Baekhyun snaps. “Of course I couldn’t pick up. But my phone kept on vibrating and at the end of my session Jongdae just threw my phone at my face! I have a big red bruise on my forehead!!”
“Oh, uh, sorry,” Chanyeol mumbles. But before Baekhyun can retort, he continues, remembering why he was calling. “This is really important, though. I wasn’t joking when I said I have a problem. This really isn’t a drill.”
Baekhyun sighs, longsuffering. “Nothing is ever a drill with you. You’re all or nothing,” he mutters. “So what is it? What is the big problem?”
“Uh, I can’t tell you,” Chanyeol says quietly. Baekhyun goes silent and Chanyeol frowns because this really isn’t the time for his phone to conk out on him. He needs his best friend for this. “Baekhyun, are you there—“
“THEN WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU BOTHERING ME FOR?!”
Chanyeol has to pull the phone away from his ear as Baekhyun continues to rant about stupid best friends and their dumb brains. It takes Baekhyun a couple of minutes to calm down and only then does Chanyeol press the phone back to his ear.
“Are you done?” Chanyeol calmly asks.
Baekhyun takes another long deep breath. “Can I go back to work now? Can I go back to doing something that makes sense?”
“But, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol whines. “This really is important. I would never call you if it wasn’t important.”
“Then just tell me what the stupid problem is,” Baekhyun growls. “I don’t have time for this. I have like five minutes until I have to go back to recording. Kyungsoo is having his turn now and then we’ll have to record stuff together.”
“K-Kyungsoo is there?” Chanyeol stiffens in his seat. “Uh, what time will you guys get back?”
“I don’t know, in an hour or so,” Baekhyun replies. He pauses. “Did you do something again?” he suspiciously asks.
“What makes you think I did something?” Chanyeol hurriedly defends himself. “I’ve done nothing of the sort. I was so good today. I woke up early, ate my breakfast, washed myself thoroughly and went to my schedule, like I should.”
“What did you do?” Baekhyun demands.
Chanyeol pouts and stares at his reflection of the rearview mirror of their van. Their manager meets his eyes and gives him a teasing wink. He groans internally because, somehow, he feels like there’s a certain higher power against him right now.
“Okay, the first thing you must know is that I really had nothing to do with this,” Chanyeol begins. “I really was good today and didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to do. But the thing is, I don’t have control of other people’s actions, so whatever they may have done isn’t really my fault.” He lightens up at a sudden realization. “I am actually the victim in this.”
“Just tell me what happened,” Baekhyun maintains.
“Um, you know how I went to the salon today?” Chanyeol casually reminds him.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun responds.
“Er, well, they, uh, cut my hair,” Chanyeol mumbles.
Baekhyun sighs. “I swear, Chanyeol, you worry about the stupidest of things. It’s just a haircut! You’ve had a haircut before.”
“But you haven’t seen this! You don’t know how I look like! Or who!” Chanyeol stresses in a panicked voice. His manager snickers and Chanyeol shoots him a glare.
“Fine, who do you look like?” Baekhyun patiently asks.
“You’ll see when I get home,” Chanyeol says desperately and immediately ends the call before Baekhyun can ask anymore questions. He pockets his phone and slams his hooded head against the window.
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Chanyeol crosses his arms and glares at Baekhyun as angrily as he can. He gathers all the frustration and the anger that he can muster and does his best to channel the feeling towards his best friend, who is currently rolling on the floor of their shared room in laughter.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol sternly calls.
Baekhyun looks up at him and immediately bursts into renewed peals of laughter. Chanyeol stomps his foot in an effort to be more stern because this really is a problem. If his best friend can’t even look at him without laughing, what would the rest of EXO do? What will Kyungsoo think?!
“Baekhyun!” Chanyeol begs him to shut up, sinking into his bed and burying his face into his hands.
Baekhyun, the amazing best friend that he is, manages to swallow the rest of his laughter and sits down next to Chanyeol on the bed. “It’s really not that bad,” he calmly tells him, squeezing his shoulders comfortingly. “It’s just…different. It may even look kind of cool.”
Chanyeol lifts his face up from his hands and looks at him hopefully. “Really?” he asks. Baekhyun’s whole face twitches because he has never been good at keeping his laughter at bay. “You liar,” he grumbles when Baekhyun hiccups one laugh out.
“I’m not lying,” Baekhyun forces out as his tries to shove his laughter into the deepest pits of his soul. “I’m being honest. It’s not that…” Horrendous. Horrifying. Awful. Appalling. Mortifying. “…bad. Best friend’s honor.” He holds a hand up in oath.
Chanyeol stares at his Baekhyun’s hand and then glares at him. Baekhyun looks at his hand and sheepishly presses all his fingers back together so he wasn’t doing the Vulcan salute anymore.
“I’m not lying,” Baekhyun insists. “My hands just do these things sometimes where they move of their own accord, which ends up being pretty useful because duizhang likes them and—“
“Even if I look like Spock?” Chanyeol asks, shutting him up because he doesn’t need to know about what Baekhyun’s fingers do to Kris. Baekhyun’s face twitches three times and Chanyeol just sighs. “You have my permission to laugh.”
Baekhyun’s laughter gurgles out of him in heaps. He watches as Baekhyun buries his face into his pillow, trying to control himself, which seems pretty impossible because whenever Baekhyun looks at him, the laughter just increases tenfold and he just knows that Baekhyun isn’t going to stop any time soon. When Baekhyun is back to rolling around on the floor, Chanyeol buries himself in his bed.
He hates this. He hates Baekhyun. He hates this stupid comeback. He hates his stupid hair. He hates the stylist. He hates management. He even hates EXO at the moment. He just hates everything and is actually contemplating about throwing himself out of the window to his death.
“Why does it have to be me?” Chanyeol complains loudly. “Whyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
“Maybe…” Baekhyun laughs. “…they want to…” More laughter. “…emphasize…” Still laughing. “…your ears HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Chanyeol sits up in horror at the reminder, grabbing onto his ears. “Ohmygod!” He tries pulling on his hair only to have nothing to pull. “I practically have no hair!” He turns to Baekhyun, who is slowly coming out of his haze of amusement.
“It will grow back,” Baekhyun hiccups.
“But what will Kyungsoo pull at when we have sex!” Chanyeol panics. Kyungsoo loves his . He knows how much his boyfriend loves to grab onto it and pull when they’re in the throes of passion. And now, it’s all gone. “Will Kyungsoo still want to have sex with me when he sees me?”
“Sure,” Baekhyun’s laughter is bubbling up again. “He’ll just have to grab onto your ears HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Chanyeol’s eyesight turns red. He grabs a pillow and slams it really hard on Baekhyun’s face. It knocks Baekhyun out and effectively shuts him up.
Now why didn’t he think of that earlier?
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Chanyeol feels eternally chastised. Kris is looking at him like he’d deformed his lover, which he may just have done, seeing as Baekhyun has a big red mark on his whole face. Along with the red bruise on his forehead, care of Jongdae, he literally looks like a redhead.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes for what he feels like is the hundredth time. Kris just continues to glare at him, while Junmyeon sighs tiredly.
“Maybe if we understood what happened, we can—“ Junmyeon tries again.
Chanyeol shakes his head. “No,” he resolutely declares. He pulls his cap and hood lower towards his face. He hasn’t really gone out of his room without a cap and a hoodie on. He thinks it’s for the best. That way, he won’t have to knock other members out to stop them from laughing.
Junmyeon exchanges a look with Kyungsoo, who grabs Chanyeol’s hand and leads him out of his shared room with Baekhyun and into Kyungsoo’s and Jongin’s room. Kyungsoo closes the door behind him as Chanyeol takes a seat on the edge of Kyungsoo’s bed.
He knows where this is going. Kyungsoo is going to coax the explanation out of him and Chanyeol will have to tell him because Kyungsoo can be very persuasive when he wants to be.
And that would be the end of their relationship.
Because his hair his ugly. He may have a pretty face, but no face could ever pull off the horrendous hair that he has.
Kyungsoo kneels in front of him, hands on his knees, and peers up at Chanyeol. “Hey,” he gently says. “Everyone knows you didn’t mean to possibly kill Baekhyun so don’t worry about it.”
“I really didn’t,” Chanyeol shakes his head earnestly.
Kyungsoo smiles. “That’s settled then,” he promises, rubbing his thumbs gently on the inside of Chanyeol’s knees. “You’re so tense,” he murmurs, pushing Chanyeol’s legs wider and moving closer. Leaning up, he presses a kiss on Chanyeol’s lips. “Let me make you feel better.”
Chanyeol groans as Kyungsoo trails kisses down his throat to his chest and to his stomach. This is what he meant about Kyungsoo being persuasive. Those lips can do no wrong and when it’s on his cock, it’s even more swaying.
He leans his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as his boyfriend works his magic. The flick of his tongue, the heat of his plump lips around him is enough to make him unravel. There really isn’t much for Kyungsoo to do until he is coming rather harshly and Kyungsoo just drinks him all in.
“Soo, that was…” Chanyeol pants, finally meeting his eyes. “What?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes are wide, wider than they normally are. “I can see your ears.”
Chanyeol reaches up to his head. His hood and cap had fallen in the middle of their sexy time and he panics. Before Chanyeol can even open his mouth to explain, Kyungsoo is out of the door.
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The next few days are the most horrifying Chanyeol’s ever had to go through in his whole life in SM. He believes he’s always been one of those more popular trainees because he has a pretty face and is tall and is very friendly. But none of those matters because every time anyone sees him now, all they can think of is oh the planet Vulcan actually exists.
Chanyeol enters the practice room. He dumps his bag in one corner and takes off his sweatshirt so he can stretch properly. In the past couple of days, he’s been in more fights than he’s ever had his whole trainee life. Not counting him knocking Baekhyun out, he’s managed to give Sehun a bruised lip and Jongdae a bruised arm.
But that’s not even the worst of it. He can take all the ribbing and the mock Vulcan salutes that he receives wherever he goes. What he can’t take is Kyungsoo ignoring him. Ever since that fantastic blowjob, Kyungsoo hasn’t approached him. He doesn’t even want to meet his eye. When Chanyeol looks at him, Kyungsoo always looks away. And it really makes him sad because, of all people, he’d have thought Kyungsoo would stand by his side.
“Hyung.”
Chanyeol looks up from his stretching on the floor and sees Jongin and Sehun and Tao smiling down at him. He lets out a sigh because he just knows what’s coming. “What?”
The three maknaes raise their right hands to form a V sign. “Live long and prosper!” they chorus.
Chanyeol tries to trip them when they scramble away, only managing to get Jongin, who lands face flat on the floor. Sehun and Tao laugh and leave their comrade behind because they’re dumb maknaes. Junmyeon, ever the patient leader, helps Jongin up, while frowning at Chanyeol.
“You can be nicer,” Junmyeon tells him later.
“I am being nice,” Chanyeol grumbles. He doesn’t understand why you or Kris hyung aren’t telling the others off.”
“Will it be ironic if I tell you that your logic is a wreath of pretty flowers which smell bad*?” Junmyeon’s smile turns into a small smirk when Chanyeol glares at him.
“You are the worst!” Chanyeol shoves Junmyeon to a wall.
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“I kind of get how you and Baekhyun are best friends,” Lu Han muses as Chanyeol looks at him expectantly.
“What?” Chanyeol’s eyes narrow.
“You’re both really dumb,” Lu Han nods with a smile. “Like, I don’t know how you two manage to stand each other, but I suppose birds of the same feather really do flock together.”
“Are you just going to keep judging or are you actually going to help me?” Chanyeol snaps at him.
With Kris mad at him, he’s been trying to stay away from Baekhyun as much as he can until Kris feels it’s safe to let his Baekbee come near him again. Which is absolutely ridiculous because he and Baek are still roommates. But, with their impending comeback, they don’t really have time to talk before they go to bed because they’re always just so tired at the end of the day.
So he decides to ask Lu Han for help regarding his problem with Kyungsoo, his boyfriend who doesn’t meet his eyes and jumps whenever he walks into the same room as him. He’s not sure why he’s asking Lu Han of all people, but he did help with Kris and Baekhyun getting together.
“I don’t actually know what you want me to do,” Lu Han says pleasantly.
“Help me woo Kyungsoo back!” Chanyeol spells out for him. “I miss him!”
“You can grow your hair back,” Lu Han suggests. Chanyeol stares at him because that’s just the dumbest suggestion. “Right,” he hastily adds. “Well, sex always works. I know it does. Because the other day Sehun was upset with me and all I did was crawl into his bed while he was asleep and stroked him hard and then sucked—“
“I never asked about your sex life!” Chanyeol yells, pulling at his nonexistent hair. He pulls at his ears instead. He wants to shoot himself because he knowing way too much about Sehun and Lu Han’s sex life is just a death sentence.
“I am telling you how to woo Kyungsoo!” Lu Han glares at him. “That is how I do it! I don’t know what gets Kyungsoo off because I’ve never had sex with him.” He shrugs. “I can find out for you if you want.”
Chanyeol narrows his eyes at him. “What do you mean?”
“I can find out what gets him off,” Lu Han offers with a warm smile. “Sehun doesn’t mind sharing.”
Chanyeol noisily stands up and shoves a finger in Lu Han’s chest. “You so much touch a hair on Kyungsoo’s head and I will end you.” He leaves the dorm and slams the door behind him.
Lu Han pouts, rubbing his chest. “It’s just a suggestion.”
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Chanyeol is staring at his phone, has been staring at it for close to 15 minutes now. He’s been logging in and out of the Line app, wondering whether he should take Baekhyun’s advice on wooing Kyungsoo through it. He’s not really sure how he got talked into downloading the Naver app, seeing as he’s never really had the need for it since he has KakaoTalk anyway. But then Baekhyun kept on telling him how it brought him and Kris together and that one of the stickers had a 90% success rate at doing so.
He goes through the stickers for the 5th time, wondering which sticker he would send if he decides that this is the route he should actually go. He looks up from his phone and watches as Kyungsoo fumbles around the kitchen with Yixing so they can make the 12 boys a proper dinner.
“You look constipated.”
Chanyeol chokes on air as he jumps on his seat. Jongdae claps him on the back. Chanyeol shoves an elbow to his stomach, making Jongdae cough. Jongin looks up from where he was playing Xbox with Sehun to glare at him, making Chanyeol immediately smile innocently.
“So how’s it going?” Jongdae asks conversationally. “Is staring at Kyungsoo to get him back working?”
Chanyeol sighs dejectedly. “I don’t know what else to do.”
“I thought you and Baekhyun already talked?” Jongdae says confusedly.
“He gave me some advice about Line and—“ Chanyeol starts.
Jongdae shakes his head and grabs Chanyeol’s phone. “Sometimes you have to actually listen to your best friend, even if they seem all innocent,” he tells him, pressing some buttons on his phone. Chanyeol suddenly grows worried, because Jongdae isn’t exactly the most angelic person on planet Earth, EXO, or even Vulcan.
“What did you just do!” Chanyeol practically growls at him when he gets his phone back. “Did you just—“
“You weren’t going to if I didn’t,” Jongdae says knowingly.
Chanyeol’s ears perk up when he hears Kyungsoo’s phone alert tone. He surreptitiously observes as Kyungsoo checks his messages. He also sees how Kyungsoo stiffens and looks up to meet Chanyeol’s eyes.
Chanyeol opens his mouth to say something, but he never gets the chance to because Kyungsoo leaves the kitchen and locks himself in the bathroom.
“Well that certainly worked perfectly,” Chanyeol stares Jongdae down.
Jongdae chuckles and subtly slides out of the couch. “I guess this instance is part of that 10% failure of that sticker.” He pats Chanyeol on the shoulder and scrambles towards Jongin and Chanyeol makes a grab at him.
He sulks on the couch, burning holes through his phone with his eyes because he hates it, too. It’s an instrument on making the issue between him and Kyungsoo worse—he jumps when his phone lights up.
Do Kyungsoo
Chanyeol’s eyes widen. He jumps off the couch and hurries to the M dorm because he’s pretty sure Baekhyun is there with Kris. He sees Baekhyun on Kris’s lap and excuses his best friend from his boyfriend as nicely as he can.
“What is it?” Baekhyun asks when they’re outside in the hallway.
Chanyeol shoves his phone in Baekhyun’s face. “Kyungsoo wants to burn me!” he wails. “I sent him that blowjob sticker that you said has 90% success rate! I’m in the 10%! He wants to burn me!”
“Oh no,” Baekhyun exclaims worriedly. “But Kyungsoo loves you! Did you send something else?”
Chanyeol shakes his head. “I don’t exactly know how to reply to a message that tells me to burn in hell.”
“Uh,” Baekhyun goes through the sticker list. “Send him the butt-touching sticker!”
Chanyeol swallows nervously as he sends the mentioned sticker. “What if he doesn’t reply? What will I do?”
Chanyeol’s phone beeps before Baekhyun can even open his mouth.
Do Kyungsoo
“Now he wants to strangle me?” Chanyeol yelps.
“I’m so sorry, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun shakes his hands in panic. He was supposed to be helping Chanyeol fix things up with Kyungsoo, not make things worse.
Chanyeol slides down to the floor and buries his face in his hands. He doesn’t understand why Kyungsoo would want to break up with him just because of his hair. He understands that it’s embarrassing to be seen with him because he looks like a new generation Vulcan, but shouldn’t their love be stronger than that? His feelings for Kyungsoo have always been genuine. Ever since he’s met the smaller male, he’s always known that he wanted to have him in his life, no matter what. It was just luck that Kyungsoo had feelings for him, too.
Baekhyun wraps an arm around him. “Hey, maybe he just needs to cool off for a bit,” he tells him soothingly.
“We didn’t even fight,” Chanyeol pouts. “He just hates my hair. He can’t look at me, so now he just wants to break up.”
Baekhyun gets Chanyeol’s phone and sends one last sticker.
“It’s a make-out sticker,” he quietly explains. “At least this way, he knows that you’re not just asking for sex, that you just miss him.”Kyungsoo replies after a minute.
Do Kyungsoo
Chanyeol cries.
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Chanyeol has just entered the dorm after extending practice for himself, which he’s been doing the past few days because he’d rather stay in the practice rooms that stay in the dorm where he sees Kyungsoo not talking to him, when he’s assaulted by a Jongin and pushed in the nearest bedroom.
“What the fuck, Jongin,” Chanyeol demands.
“Ankesdorel,” Jongin greets him with the Vulcan salute.
“What,” Chanyeol stares.
“That’s your actual Vulcan name. I’m Connikatrenti,” Jongin tells him.
“Are you serious,” Chanyeol asks judgingly.
Jongin nods eagerly. “You’re not actually Spock because, well, Spock is dead and you’re not Spock—“
“I get it,” Chanyeol stops him. “Did you assault me so you can tell me this?”
“No,” Jongin remembers why he wanted to talk to Chanyeol. “What did you do to Kyungsoo hyung!”
“What did I do?” Chanyeol’s eyes widen in shock and hurt at the accusation. “He’s the one who won’t talk to me! I sent him all these Line stickers and he just continued to ignore me!”
“What Line stickers?” Jongin wants to know.
Chanyeol hands the younger male his phone, showing him all the stickers that he had sent to Kyungsoo the other day. Jongin takes one look at them before giving Chanyeol the most judging look he’s ever received from one of the maknaes of the group.
“What,” Chanyeol blurts out, cowering from Jongin’s unending staring. Jongin may be cute like a puppy, but when he gets upset, he does manage to scare even Kris.
“How you’re an honor student when you’re this dumb, I will never understand,” Jongin shakes his head. “He told you three times how he felt! Three times!”
“I know! Three different times he’s told me that he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me!” Chanyeol retorts. He grabs his phone back from Jongin and moves to go out of the room. He already knows that Kyungsoo hates him, but for the members to keep on reiterating it over and over again is just too much.
The door opens before he can get out and Sehun walks in.
“S'Blen,” Jongin greets him. Chanyeol blinks.
“Connikatrenti,” Sehun greets back. He then turns to Chanyeol. “Ankesdorel.”
Chanyeol’s expression turns to the incredulous when the two maknaes face him and raise their hands in Vulcan salute. “Live long and prosper,” they chorus.
“Fuck you both,” Chanyeol grounds out and then he’s pushing past the two stupid kids to go to his room, where he buries himself under his blankets and hopes to never have to wake up ever again.
He just wants Kyungsoo. He misses Kyungsoo. He’s never thought that anything like this could happen to them and over something stupid like his dumb hair, too. His ears have never been one of his favorite parts of himself, but Kyungsoo’s never complained about them before. Maybe because he rarely saw them.
Sighing, he flips up and checks his phone for any messages. He sees the Line app, contemplates for a second before he sends Kyungsoo a sticker.
He really misses Kyungsoo.
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Chanyeol takes a deep breath as Kyungsoo leaves the practice room first as soon as their rehearsal was over. When he gets to the dorm, he is going to get Kyungsoo to talk to him no matter what. He’s not yet sure exactly how he’s going to do it, but he will and then they will be okay. Two weeks of not talking is eating him alive and if they are going to break up after they talk, then that will be that. At the very least, they should end things civilly.
“Everything okay?” Junmyeon asks.
When Chanyeol comes to himself, he realizes that the rest of the members have left as well. He smiles at their leader. “Yes, hyung,” he assures him.
“You look like you have something on your mind,” Junmyeon continues as they walk out of the practice room. “Is it Kyungsoo?”
“I’m going to talk to him today, hyung,” Chanyeol decisively declares. “I don’t care if he hates me or he wants to break up with me, we’re going to talk. And if we do break up, well then.” He shrugs helplessly.
Junmyeon blinks at him then sighs in a longsuffering manner. “Do I have to give you that ‘go get that dick’ speech, too?” He shudders because giving Baekhyun that speech once is enough to last him a lifetime.
Chanyeol coughs violently. “What speech?” he weakly asks, although he really doesn’t want to know.
Junmyeon merely shakes his head. “All I’m saying is that I think you’re misreading things,” he elaborates. “Kyungsoo doesn’t hate your hair.”
Chanyeol frowns and pulls his cap tighter over his head. “He hasn’t spoken to me since he’s seen it and all he’s done is send me hateful Line stickers,” he tells Junmyeon. “I don’t know how that translates to ‘I don’t hate you or your hair’.”
When they reach the van, they find out that Kyungsoo, Jongin, Sehun and Baekhyun had gone ahead back to the dorm in a different van. He takes a deep breath and tries not to let the fact that Kyungsoo always leaves without him now bother him too much. Junmyeon reaches out and squeezes his shoulder in comfort.
He checks his phone for messages because normally Baekhyun would text him to say they’ve gone ahead and he does. But, aside from that, he finds that he has three new Line messages. All from Kyungsoo.
Do Kyungsoo
See you at the dorm
Chanyeol swallows nervously as he locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket without replying. It looks like he and Kyungsoo really are going to have that talk. And it seems like it’s not going to be a happy one.
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Chanyeol quietly pads into the dorm alone. Junmyeon decided to hit the gym, which is ridiculous because they just spent the whole day practicing, and told him he’d be back later in the evening. It seems the rest of the members aren’t back either. All the rooms he’s checked so far are empty.
“Kyungsoo?” he quietly calls, walking towards the kitchen. He’s not really expecting an answer because if the others aren’t back then Kyungsoo probably isn’t—
He gets slammed to the side of the fridge. He almost hits whoever attacked him, fist raised when he sees Kyungsoo’s big eyes blinking up at him. It’s then that he realizes that Kyungsoo has his forearm lodged in Chanyeol’s neck, his other hand splayed across Chanyeol’s stomach.
“What are you doing?” Chanyeol manages to get out when Kyungsoo loosens his hold on him.
“I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting,” Kyungsoo speaks, his voice lower and deeper than Chanyeol’s ever heard it, “and for what? For nothing it seems. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.”
“What are you talking about—“
“Shut up,” Kyungsoo barks and Chanyeol closes his mouth, feeling a slight shiver run through his body at the authoritative tone. “No more talking. Unless I say so.” He lets Chanyeol go and grabs something from one of his pockets. “Turn around,” he orders.
Chanyeol shivers with that certain pleasure again and immediately turns around at the command. He jumps when Kyungsoo roughly grabs his wrist and joins them across his stomach. He opens his mouth to ask what he doing but he catches himself just in time when he remembers that he’s not supposed to talk without permission. His unasked question is answered anyway when he feels and sees cold metal binding his wrists together. Handcuffs. His heart beats extra fast at the thought of where this was leading and he braces himself when Kyungsoo presses up against his back.
Kyungsoo slowly runs his hands up Chanyeol’s side, slowly making their way to his neck, where his fingers then slowly crawl to wrap themselves around it. But he doesn’t tighten his hold on his neck, he merely uses it as leverage to pull himself up so he can bite Chanyeol’s right ear.
“You have the biggest ears, Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo practically growls, “and they’re so fucking hot.” He gives it a nip, his tongue lining the lobes, and Chanyeol groans. “You’re so stupid for thinking that I hate your hair.”
Chanyeol’s lidded eyes widen at this realization. “You—“
Kyungsoo roughly shoves him to the fridge. “What did I say about talking!”
Chanyeol clamps his mouth shut, a smirk playing on his lips. So Kyungsoo does like his hair after all. The thought that his boyfriend actually finds his hair hot because his ears stick out makes blood rush to his groin, almost making him moan.
“Lift your arms up,” Kyungsoo commands and Chanyeol obeys. “Because you spoke out of turn, you cannot do anything unless I tell you to do so,” Kyungsoo harshly states as his hands skate the front of Chanyeol’s pants. “You cannot move, thrust, or even come unless I give you permission to.”
Chanyeol lets out a strangled groan as Kyungsoo unbuttons his pants, unzips them and pushes it down to the floor, pooling them at his ankles. His boxers then follow suit and soon enough he naked from the waist down. In EXO-K’s kitchen. He really hopes that none of the members decide to suddenly come home from wherever they are at the moment.
Kyungsoo’s warm body leaves his back and Chanyeol tries to even his breathing out. Nothing’s happened and yet he’s already so hard, tip already leaking with precum. He and Kyungsoo haven’t been talking and haven’t been together in so long that this is probably why he can’t wait for what’s going to happen next. That, and the fact that Kyungsoo being in charge and being rough is so hot.
His breath almost leaves him when he feels Kyungsoo press back against him. He groans when he feels Kyungsoo’s dick grazing the crack of his ass. He fights the urge to push back because he knows that Kyungsoo is going to punish him if he does. The thought of the punishment makes him shudder, both frightening and exhilarating at the same time.
Kyungsoo runs his hand under Chanyeol’s shirt, fingertips dancing across the skin, making Chanyeol feel more aroused than ever, and Chanyeol barely suppresses a whimper when Kyungsoo pinches his nipple.
“Are you ready?” Kyungsoo whispers as he bites Chanyeol’s left ear this time, then laves at the shell of his ear with his tongue, leaving a wet trail that has Chanyeol shuddering. He lets his hand graze Chanyeol’s cock, fingers leaving feathery touches on the sensitive skin, making Chanyeol tip his head back and moan. “I am going to fuck you so hard in this kitchen that you won’t be able to walk, much less dance, properly for a few days.” Chanyeol gasps in anticipation at the thought of Kyungsoo’s cock buried within him, stretching him wide. “What do you say to that?” He pulls Chanyeol’s head back so he can nip on his ear, breath hot against his neck. “Answer me.”
“Fuck me,” Chanyeol grunts. This is what he wants. He wants Kyungsoo, has always wanted him, and the thought that he still wants him back just makes Chanyeol want to be taken by Kyungsoo.
“As you wish.”
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It’s movie night in EXO-K’s dorm and all members of EXO are gathered in the living room. There is so little room that everyone has to share a seat or squeeze beside each other on the floor. Chanyeol doesn’t mind this setup because he has himself a bundle of Kyungsoo curled up in his lap.
“What movie are we going to watch?” Junmyeon asks, going through the DVDs.
“STAR TREK!” everyone choruses. Chanyeol doesn’t even roll his eyes anymore because the Star Trek jokes have become so second nature that they even call each other by their Vulcan names now.
“What say you, Ankesdorel?” Junmyeon asks Chanyeol.
“Aye, S'Jenes,” Chanyeol gives him the go signal to proceed.
Kyungsoo giggles in his lap, his lips brushing his ear. “You are the hottest Vulcan I’ve ever known,” he tells him quietly.
“I am the only Vulcan that you know,” Chanyeol responds, surreptitiously tracing his tongue down Kyungsoo’s jaw, making the smaller male shudder.
“Will you two shut up!” Kris yells, horrified at the PDA. Even he and Baekhyun aren’t that blatant. “None of you are Vulcans.”
Jongin and Sehun gasp simultaneously. “Kre'Treslee is blaspheming!” Jongin cries.
Baekhyun giggles at this and gives Kris a kiss on the cheek to calm him down.
As the movie starts, Chanyeol tightens his arms around Kyungsoo and presses a kiss to the side of his head. He sighs in contentment because finally all is well. He and Kyungsoo have never been better. If anything, that misunderstanding has strengthened their relationship. Chanyeol has learned not to assume anything and to make sure that he and Kyungsoo talk about everything. He wonders why he even thought that Kyungsoo hated his hair in the first place.
“Hey,” Chanyeol whispers.
“Hmm,” Kyungsoo murmurs, eyes on the TV.
“Why did you run away when you first saw my new haircut?” Chanyeol asks. Kyungsoo coughs and bows his head and Chanyeol just knows that his boyfriend is embarrassed about something. “What is it?”
Kyungsoo says his answer so softly that Chanyeol has to practically press his ears to his lips. Chanyeol lifts his head back to look at Kyungsoo with wide eyes.
“Stop,” Kyungsoo hisses and slightly slaps his face so he would stop staring at him.
“I’ve never heard of anyone coming just by looking at ears,” Chanyeol teases him, giving him a kiss on the lips. “You are so cute.”
“Well have you seen your ears,” Kyungsoo snaps, blushing almost immediately when he realizes what he’s said.
“So cute,” Chanyeol murmurs as he kisses him.
“Are you two done?” Jongdae asks exasperatedly from beside them. “Because we’d really rather watch the actual Star Trek than the Korean porn version of it.”
Chanyeol chooses to ignore Jongdae. Instead, he presses his lips to Kyungsoo’s ears and whispers, “K'Leiahstrvoc, wani ra yana ro aisha**.”
Kyungsoo blinks at him and smiles.
I love you.
Author's Notes:
Lol what the heck is this. Chanyeol's hair was such a shock and such a laugh earlier this morning that when an idea to write fic for it popped up, I just couldn't resist. As of this moment, I already think it's hot because EARS! ><
Anyway, I know there's less actual Line things here than in the past two fics and way too much Star Trek, but oh well. LOL.
This was what Kyungsoo meant in the stickers he sent, just in case:
I am in heat.I want to manhandle you.I want rough sex.Thank you to
wordyefficacy and atmest for reading through this. Thank you to khrysallis1106 for actually beta-ing this and for making the slightly porny part so much better. Also, thank you to my lovely wife, drainbamage954, for the eternal support. I really don't deserve you. <3Thank you to you who read this! Comments/suggestions/violent reactions are welcome. :)
* This is apparently a famous Spock line.
** This is I love in in Vulcan according to kgbanswers.
All "Vulcan" names come from The Vulcan Starfleet name generator. Mine is T'Saralonde. Lol.
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