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[NC-17] Baking a Cake [EXO] (1/1)
Title: Baking a Cake
Author:
airplanewishes
Fandom: EXO
Characters: Chanyeol/Kyungsoo
Genre: A bit of fluff, but smut mostly
Rating: NC-17
WC: 2,396
Summary: Chanyeol asks Kyungsoo to teach him how to bake a cake.
Written for: baekstrips
Notes: This was supposed to be a PG drabble, but some minds (*cough*![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
solitair khrysallis1106 *cough) pushed me to write more. So here you are. ;_;
Prompt: chansoo and cooking/baking lessons
Chanyeol, after being told by their manager that he can't, absolutely can't, go on the cooking show with the rest of the members, frowns and makes a show of it.
"I'm not that bad at cooking!" he complains to Kris over the phone. He thinks that Kris has been sleeping when he called, but he doesn't care because his dilemma is important.
"Except for that time when you almost burned the whole dorm building down," Kris promptly reminds him. "But yeah, not that bad."
"Thank you," Chanyeol snappily responds, completely missing the point. He blows out a breath. "I hate being left out of anything."
He hears the door open and close and immediately ends the call with Kris, not even bothering to say goodbye. He throws the phone on the couch and pads to the hallway.
Kyungsoo is standing there, taking off his shoes and coat, and hanging it on the rack. When he looks up, he practically jumps out of his skin in fright.
"Why would you scare me like that?" Kyungsoo yelps, a hand on his chest. He pushes Chanyeol so he could go to the kitchen.
"I was just standing there," Chanyeol tells him in confusion.
Chanyeol follows after him and watches as Kyungsoo opens and closes cupboards, taking out certain ingredients of what looked like was going to be for a cake.
"What are you doing home?" Chanyeol asks, taking a seat.
"Manager hyung thought it was too predictable for me to be on a cooking show so he let me skip it," Kyungsoo explains.
Kyungsoo takes out the pan and starts greasing it when Chanyeol stands up and watches him intently.
Kyungsoo stops and looks at him. "Can I help you with something?"
"Can you teach me how to do that?" Chanyeol points at the step by step instructions on how to bake a cake.
-
Chanyeol ends up being banished to the role of taste tester when he almost sets the kitchen on fire due to playing with the stove switches.
"We don't even need the stove to bake a cake!" Kyungsoo is hysterical and Chanyeol panics.
"I'm sorryyyyy," Chanyeol whines, wrapping his whole body around Kyungsoo, who ends up dropping the mixer due to choking. "I'm sorry. I'msorryi'msorryi'msorry."
"If I say okay, I forgive you, will you stop choking me to death?" Kyungsoo manages to get out.
"Maybe," Chanyeol says after a thought.
"Okay, I forgive you," Kyungsoo blurts out and Chanyeol steps back, a beam on his face.
Kyungsoo looks like he's about to cry when he sees that the cake he was mixing has spilled on the counter because Chanyeol is a big lump of clumsiness. So much for baking a cake. He sighs as he starts cleaning up.
"We can still make use of this!" Chanyeol insists. He dips his finger into the bowl and brings it to his mouth. He smiles. "It's really delicious! You try it!"
"There's no way I'm eating something contaminated by--" Kyungsoo starts to say, but Chanyeol dips his finger in once more and all but shoves it in Kyungsoo's mouth.
"Suck," Chanyeol demands.
Kyungsoo sucks, disgruntled at being directed like a little boy, and he finds that it does taste good. Why shouldn't it, anyway? He is the one who made it after all.
He continues sucking, his tongue lapping at Chanyeol's finger before Chanyeol lets out a gurgled groan and takes his finger back. Kyungsoo looks curiously at Chanyeol's pink cheeks and his eyes, who are looking everywhere but at him.
"Is something wrong?" Kyungsoo asks innocently.
"No," Chanyeol blurts out, voice abnormally high-pitched. "Just, uh, I think we should--."
"I think..." Kyungsoo smirks as Chanyeol stiffens when he takes Chanyeol's hand, dipping his two fingers into the mix again. "We should finish what we started."
"What are you--oh," Chanyeol's voice drops to a husky whisper when Kyungsoo brings such two fingers into his mouth.
Chanyeol's adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. Kyungsoo sucking on his two fingers is probably the hottest thing he's ever experienced in his life. He and Kyungsoo have always been close, but nothing like...nothing like this.
It takes Kyungsoo practically making out with his fingers, his eyes challenging him to do something about it, before Chanyeol replaces his fingers in Kyungsoo's lips with his own.
Chanyeol's breath hitches as Kyungsoo stands on tiptoe when he presses them closer to each other, chest against chest. He can hear Kyungsoo's heartbeat drumming fast and loud, a mirror of the beating of his own heart.
He isn't really sure what they're doing. All he knows is that Kyungsoo feels really nice inside his arms, like he's always meant to fit in there and why haven't they ever thought of doing this before--he groans just as Kyungsoo's lips make its way from his lips to his jaw and to his neck.
Kyungsoo makes sure to suck hard and deep and Chanyeol just knows that he's going to be paying for it when everyone asks him questions about it.
Chanyeol lifts Kyungsoo up in one swift movement and places him on the counter, the ingredients and pans clanging to the floor as they fall. He spreads the smaller male's legs wide so he can fit in between. He wants to feel Kyungsoo, all of him, and knows that Kyungsoo wants the same thing just judging by the tent that was forming in his pants.
He tilts Kyungsoo's face to the side for easier access to his jaw, his ear and his milky neck. Chanyeol lets his tongue glide across the pale expanse of skin and he smirks as he feels Kyungsoo shiver. It just makes him want to eat him up even more.
Kyungsoo retaliates by pushing his hands up under Chanyeol's shirt, his short nails, raking the taller male's torso up and down. He accidentally flicks over a nipple and Chanyeol lets out a groan.
"What do you say we...take this off?" Kyungsoo asks huskily as he tugs on his shirt. "We don't need this for baking a cake, anyway."
Chanyeol takes his shirt off and throws it behind him, making the pans hanging behind them clang. Kyungsoo wraps his arms around his neck and wraps his legs around his waist as well.
"How come I never knew you were so sexy like this?" Kyungsoo's words ghost over his collarbones and Chanyeol thinks he can't, can't, wait anymore.
"Take this off," Chanyeol demands, clearing his throat. Kyungsoo takes off his shirt and Chanyeol shakes his head. "Take all of it off."
Chanyeol helps Kyungsoo and pulls his pants down for him. He kicks it to the side of the kitchen. He sees Kyungsoo frowning at him at this so he pulls him to a kiss, his hand traveling downward to the body part that he wants so much.
He gently palms Kyungsoo through his boxers and Kyungsoo's hips cant up of their own accord, arms clinging onto Chanyeol as he gasps.
"How do you want to proceed, Kyungsoo?" Chanyeol asks, a smirk on his mouth as he lines his lower lip with his tongue. "Do you want this?" He sneaks his hand into his boxers and holds his length and Kyungsoo lets out a guttural moan. "Or..." He then moves his lips from Kyungsoo's lips to his chest to his stomach and licks a trail down to edge of his boxers.
"Just...I don't--whatever," Kyungsoo is a mess, unable to form a coherent thought.
Chanyeol decides for him. He pulls Kyungsoo's boxers down, Kyungsoo lifting himself up to help him, and then he's completely naked. He then pushes Kyungsoo further onto the counter and Kyungsoo leans back, hissing slightly as his hot skin meets the cold counter.
"How's this?" Chanyeol takes the tip of Kyungsoo's leaking cock into his mouth and starts sucking.
"Ohh, that's..." Words fail Kyungsoo and he merely leans his head back, throat exposed.
Chanyeol's not really good at this, but he hopes he's doing fine judging by how Kyungsoo keeps on bucking his hips up. He sucks and licks, his hand on the base of his cock, pumping up and down as well.
He takes the whole of Kyungsoo's length into his mouth and Kyungsoo practically screams when the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat.
"I'm going to--," Kyungsoo tries to warn him before he comes, his whole body shuddering.
Chanyeol continues to suck, drinking him up. When he's sure that Kyungsoo's done, he lifts himself off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Kyungsoo sits up, eyes lidded, throat parched. "Manager hyung is going to get mad at me for not taking care of my voice," he gets out, breathing heavily.
Chanyeol coughs, face screwing up into a grimace. "You're thinking about manager hyung at a time like this?!"
"Come up here," Kyungsoo laughs incredulously. He tugs onto Chanyeol until the taller male is hovering over him. "How is it that you're still dressed up?"
Chanyeol watches as Kyungsoo unbuttons his pants, pulls the zipper down and, eventually, pulls his pants down, kicking it off the counter. He gulps as Kyungsoo bites his lip at the sight of Chanyeol's large cock dripping with pre-come.
"How do you want to proceed, Chanyeol?" Kyungsoo throws the question back at him as he clasps his hard length.
"Ahhfuck," Chanyeol blurts out, burying his face in Kyungsoo's neck as Kyungsoo starts pumping him.
"How's this?" Kyungsoo innocently asks as he traces a nail through the slit and Chanyeol bucks his hips and they both stiffen.
Chanyeol slowly lifts his head to look at Kyungsoo then moves his eyes downwards. "Are you hard? Again?"
"Well I can't help it that you're so hot okay so just--."
Chanyeol eats Kyungsoo's words and kisses him fiercely. Kyungsoo lets go of his cock and wraps his arms around Chanyeol's neck, his legs around his waist.
Chanyeol starts rocking, rubbing his cock against Kyungsoo's hard one, as they make out on the counter. Kyungsoo rocks against him, canting his hips up, meeting everyone of Chanyeol's movements.
They come almost at the same time and when they do, Kyungsoo bites down on Chanyeol's shoulder so hard that a yell mixes in with Chanyeol's moan.
Chanyeol rolls off Kyungsoo and they lie there on the counter for a while, side by side, well-spent. Chanyeol thinks he's never, never, had such a powerful orgasm ever since he started training to be a singer.
Kyungsoo turns to his side and moves closer to Chanyeol, snuggling to him. Chanyeol wraps his arm around his smaller frame and presses as kiss to his head.
"That was..." Chanyeol speaks.
"Yeah," Kyungsoo agrees. "Yeah."
Chanyeol moves to his side as well and faces him. Leaning forward, he captures Kyungsoo's lips in a kiss. Kyungsoo sighs into it, enjoying the gentle and comforting slide of their lips against each other. Chanyeol moves his hand leisurely up and down Kyungsoo's back, lightly caressing his backside sometimes.
When Chanyeol shifts his position, his leg grazes over Kyungsoo's cock and Kyungsoo groans. Chanyeol pushes him away and stares at Kyungsoo's cock, standing proud.
"Oh my go--ARE YOU HARD AGAIN?!" Chanyeol asks in disbelief.
Kyungsoo smiles coyly and runs his tongue on Chanyeol's neck. "Want to take this to the shower? We'll be saving water."
-
"We're home!"
Jongin makes a beeline to the kitchen, dying to drink some really cold water. He immediately stops in his tracks when he reaches the doorway.
"Holy shit!"
"What? What!?" Junmyeon rushes over to his side.
"What happened?" Baekhyun asks, squishing himself in between them, followed by Sehun.
Chanyeol is in the middle of the kitchen, knife in hand. In the middle of the counter is a freshly baked cake.
"Chanyeol, put the knife down," Baekhyun gently instructs. "C'mon, there's no need for anyone to get hurt."
Chanyeol shoots him a look. "What are you talking about?"
"The last time you were in the kitchen, you almost stabbed Sehunnie with a fork!" Jongin blurts out.
"That's true," Sehun agrees solemnly.
"Chanyeol is fine with a knife this time, I promise," Kyungsoo interrupts them, making his way through the crowded kitchen doorway. His hair is wet from coming out from a shower.
Junmyeon, being the leader, is trained to read between the lines and body movements of his members. He looks from Kyungsoo to Chanyeol, whose hair is also wet, and to the secret smiles and dark red marks on Chanyeol's neck. He opens his mouth then decides not to say anything.
"Well, serve us some of that cake, will you?" Junmyeon says instead, leaving the kitchen and turning to his room.
"What happened to your neck, hyung?" Sehun asks, staring at the bruises on his neck.
"Is that a hickey?!" Jongin practically screams and Chanyeol slaps a hand to his neck. Sehun sniggers behind his mouth.
Kyungsoo smiles as he innocently slices up the cake to six even pieces.
"And why is the kitchen so clean?" Sehun blinks as he looks around. Jongin and Baekhyun's eyes widen as well at this observation.
"I am not having any of that cake!" Baekhyun announces as a realization creeps to him, running to his room and slamming the door behind him.
-
"So what is this I hear that you and Kyungsoo did at the dorm?" Kris asks Chanyeol.
"What do you mean?" Chanyeol asks.
"Sehun called Lu Han and said something about you and Kyungsoo and something about a cake," Kris says, "I don't know. Lu Han gets confusing when he's excited about something. I can tell it's serious, though. So what happened?"
"Come back to bed, Chanyeol."
Kyungsoo says it so loudly and with his distinct voice that Chanyeol freezes and it seems Kris freezes, too, because there's a moment of silence between them.
"Uh, I should--," Chanyeol starts to say.
"Yeah bye." Kris ends the call unceremoniously.
Chanyeol throws the phone on Baekhyun's empty bed and snuggles up to Kyungsoo in his own.
"Apparently the news about us and the cake spread all the way to China courtesy of the magnae's big mouth," Chanyeol murmurs through Kyungsoo's hair.
"I don't know what the big deal is about us making cake," Kyungsoo responds sleepily, his lips touching Chanyeol's neck.
"Right," Chanyeol smiles as he closes his eyes and falls into slumber.
Author:
airplanewishesFandom: EXO
Characters: Chanyeol/Kyungsoo
Genre: A bit of fluff, but smut mostly
Rating: NC-17
WC: 2,396
Summary: Chanyeol asks Kyungsoo to teach him how to bake a cake.
Written for: baekstrips
Notes: This was supposed to be a PG drabble, but some minds (*cough*
solitair khrysallis1106 *cough) pushed me to write more. So here you are. ;_;Prompt: chansoo and cooking/baking lessons
Baking a Cake
Chanyeol, after being told by their manager that he can't, absolutely can't, go on the cooking show with the rest of the members, frowns and makes a show of it.
"I'm not that bad at cooking!" he complains to Kris over the phone. He thinks that Kris has been sleeping when he called, but he doesn't care because his dilemma is important.
"Except for that time when you almost burned the whole dorm building down," Kris promptly reminds him. "But yeah, not that bad."
"Thank you," Chanyeol snappily responds, completely missing the point. He blows out a breath. "I hate being left out of anything."
He hears the door open and close and immediately ends the call with Kris, not even bothering to say goodbye. He throws the phone on the couch and pads to the hallway.
Kyungsoo is standing there, taking off his shoes and coat, and hanging it on the rack. When he looks up, he practically jumps out of his skin in fright.
"Why would you scare me like that?" Kyungsoo yelps, a hand on his chest. He pushes Chanyeol so he could go to the kitchen.
"I was just standing there," Chanyeol tells him in confusion.
Chanyeol follows after him and watches as Kyungsoo opens and closes cupboards, taking out certain ingredients of what looked like was going to be for a cake.
"What are you doing home?" Chanyeol asks, taking a seat.
"Manager hyung thought it was too predictable for me to be on a cooking show so he let me skip it," Kyungsoo explains.
Kyungsoo takes out the pan and starts greasing it when Chanyeol stands up and watches him intently.
Kyungsoo stops and looks at him. "Can I help you with something?"
"Can you teach me how to do that?" Chanyeol points at the step by step instructions on how to bake a cake.
-
Chanyeol ends up being banished to the role of taste tester when he almost sets the kitchen on fire due to playing with the stove switches.
"We don't even need the stove to bake a cake!" Kyungsoo is hysterical and Chanyeol panics.
"I'm sorryyyyy," Chanyeol whines, wrapping his whole body around Kyungsoo, who ends up dropping the mixer due to choking. "I'm sorry. I'msorryi'msorryi'msorry."
"If I say okay, I forgive you, will you stop choking me to death?" Kyungsoo manages to get out.
"Maybe," Chanyeol says after a thought.
"Okay, I forgive you," Kyungsoo blurts out and Chanyeol steps back, a beam on his face.
Kyungsoo looks like he's about to cry when he sees that the cake he was mixing has spilled on the counter because Chanyeol is a big lump of clumsiness. So much for baking a cake. He sighs as he starts cleaning up.
"We can still make use of this!" Chanyeol insists. He dips his finger into the bowl and brings it to his mouth. He smiles. "It's really delicious! You try it!"
"There's no way I'm eating something contaminated by--" Kyungsoo starts to say, but Chanyeol dips his finger in once more and all but shoves it in Kyungsoo's mouth.
"Suck," Chanyeol demands.
Kyungsoo sucks, disgruntled at being directed like a little boy, and he finds that it does taste good. Why shouldn't it, anyway? He is the one who made it after all.
He continues sucking, his tongue lapping at Chanyeol's finger before Chanyeol lets out a gurgled groan and takes his finger back. Kyungsoo looks curiously at Chanyeol's pink cheeks and his eyes, who are looking everywhere but at him.
"Is something wrong?" Kyungsoo asks innocently.
"No," Chanyeol blurts out, voice abnormally high-pitched. "Just, uh, I think we should--."
"I think..." Kyungsoo smirks as Chanyeol stiffens when he takes Chanyeol's hand, dipping his two fingers into the mix again. "We should finish what we started."
"What are you--oh," Chanyeol's voice drops to a husky whisper when Kyungsoo brings such two fingers into his mouth.
Chanyeol's adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. Kyungsoo sucking on his two fingers is probably the hottest thing he's ever experienced in his life. He and Kyungsoo have always been close, but nothing like...nothing like this.
It takes Kyungsoo practically making out with his fingers, his eyes challenging him to do something about it, before Chanyeol replaces his fingers in Kyungsoo's lips with his own.
Chanyeol's breath hitches as Kyungsoo stands on tiptoe when he presses them closer to each other, chest against chest. He can hear Kyungsoo's heartbeat drumming fast and loud, a mirror of the beating of his own heart.
He isn't really sure what they're doing. All he knows is that Kyungsoo feels really nice inside his arms, like he's always meant to fit in there and why haven't they ever thought of doing this before--he groans just as Kyungsoo's lips make its way from his lips to his jaw and to his neck.
Kyungsoo makes sure to suck hard and deep and Chanyeol just knows that he's going to be paying for it when everyone asks him questions about it.
Chanyeol lifts Kyungsoo up in one swift movement and places him on the counter, the ingredients and pans clanging to the floor as they fall. He spreads the smaller male's legs wide so he can fit in between. He wants to feel Kyungsoo, all of him, and knows that Kyungsoo wants the same thing just judging by the tent that was forming in his pants.
He tilts Kyungsoo's face to the side for easier access to his jaw, his ear and his milky neck. Chanyeol lets his tongue glide across the pale expanse of skin and he smirks as he feels Kyungsoo shiver. It just makes him want to eat him up even more.
Kyungsoo retaliates by pushing his hands up under Chanyeol's shirt, his short nails, raking the taller male's torso up and down. He accidentally flicks over a nipple and Chanyeol lets out a groan.
"What do you say we...take this off?" Kyungsoo asks huskily as he tugs on his shirt. "We don't need this for baking a cake, anyway."
Chanyeol takes his shirt off and throws it behind him, making the pans hanging behind them clang. Kyungsoo wraps his arms around his neck and wraps his legs around his waist as well.
"How come I never knew you were so sexy like this?" Kyungsoo's words ghost over his collarbones and Chanyeol thinks he can't, can't, wait anymore.
"Take this off," Chanyeol demands, clearing his throat. Kyungsoo takes off his shirt and Chanyeol shakes his head. "Take all of it off."
Chanyeol helps Kyungsoo and pulls his pants down for him. He kicks it to the side of the kitchen. He sees Kyungsoo frowning at him at this so he pulls him to a kiss, his hand traveling downward to the body part that he wants so much.
He gently palms Kyungsoo through his boxers and Kyungsoo's hips cant up of their own accord, arms clinging onto Chanyeol as he gasps.
"How do you want to proceed, Kyungsoo?" Chanyeol asks, a smirk on his mouth as he lines his lower lip with his tongue. "Do you want this?" He sneaks his hand into his boxers and holds his length and Kyungsoo lets out a guttural moan. "Or..." He then moves his lips from Kyungsoo's lips to his chest to his stomach and licks a trail down to edge of his boxers.
"Just...I don't--whatever," Kyungsoo is a mess, unable to form a coherent thought.
Chanyeol decides for him. He pulls Kyungsoo's boxers down, Kyungsoo lifting himself up to help him, and then he's completely naked. He then pushes Kyungsoo further onto the counter and Kyungsoo leans back, hissing slightly as his hot skin meets the cold counter.
"How's this?" Chanyeol takes the tip of Kyungsoo's leaking cock into his mouth and starts sucking.
"Ohh, that's..." Words fail Kyungsoo and he merely leans his head back, throat exposed.
Chanyeol's not really good at this, but he hopes he's doing fine judging by how Kyungsoo keeps on bucking his hips up. He sucks and licks, his hand on the base of his cock, pumping up and down as well.
He takes the whole of Kyungsoo's length into his mouth and Kyungsoo practically screams when the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat.
"I'm going to--," Kyungsoo tries to warn him before he comes, his whole body shuddering.
Chanyeol continues to suck, drinking him up. When he's sure that Kyungsoo's done, he lifts himself off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Kyungsoo sits up, eyes lidded, throat parched. "Manager hyung is going to get mad at me for not taking care of my voice," he gets out, breathing heavily.
Chanyeol coughs, face screwing up into a grimace. "You're thinking about manager hyung at a time like this?!"
"Come up here," Kyungsoo laughs incredulously. He tugs onto Chanyeol until the taller male is hovering over him. "How is it that you're still dressed up?"
Chanyeol watches as Kyungsoo unbuttons his pants, pulls the zipper down and, eventually, pulls his pants down, kicking it off the counter. He gulps as Kyungsoo bites his lip at the sight of Chanyeol's large cock dripping with pre-come.
"How do you want to proceed, Chanyeol?" Kyungsoo throws the question back at him as he clasps his hard length.
"Ahhfuck," Chanyeol blurts out, burying his face in Kyungsoo's neck as Kyungsoo starts pumping him.
"How's this?" Kyungsoo innocently asks as he traces a nail through the slit and Chanyeol bucks his hips and they both stiffen.
Chanyeol slowly lifts his head to look at Kyungsoo then moves his eyes downwards. "Are you hard? Again?"
"Well I can't help it that you're so hot okay so just--."
Chanyeol eats Kyungsoo's words and kisses him fiercely. Kyungsoo lets go of his cock and wraps his arms around Chanyeol's neck, his legs around his waist.
Chanyeol starts rocking, rubbing his cock against Kyungsoo's hard one, as they make out on the counter. Kyungsoo rocks against him, canting his hips up, meeting everyone of Chanyeol's movements.
They come almost at the same time and when they do, Kyungsoo bites down on Chanyeol's shoulder so hard that a yell mixes in with Chanyeol's moan.
Chanyeol rolls off Kyungsoo and they lie there on the counter for a while, side by side, well-spent. Chanyeol thinks he's never, never, had such a powerful orgasm ever since he started training to be a singer.
Kyungsoo turns to his side and moves closer to Chanyeol, snuggling to him. Chanyeol wraps his arm around his smaller frame and presses as kiss to his head.
"That was..." Chanyeol speaks.
"Yeah," Kyungsoo agrees. "Yeah."
Chanyeol moves to his side as well and faces him. Leaning forward, he captures Kyungsoo's lips in a kiss. Kyungsoo sighs into it, enjoying the gentle and comforting slide of their lips against each other. Chanyeol moves his hand leisurely up and down Kyungsoo's back, lightly caressing his backside sometimes.
When Chanyeol shifts his position, his leg grazes over Kyungsoo's cock and Kyungsoo groans. Chanyeol pushes him away and stares at Kyungsoo's cock, standing proud.
"Oh my go--ARE YOU HARD AGAIN?!" Chanyeol asks in disbelief.
Kyungsoo smiles coyly and runs his tongue on Chanyeol's neck. "Want to take this to the shower? We'll be saving water."
-
"We're home!"
Jongin makes a beeline to the kitchen, dying to drink some really cold water. He immediately stops in his tracks when he reaches the doorway.
"Holy shit!"
"What? What!?" Junmyeon rushes over to his side.
"What happened?" Baekhyun asks, squishing himself in between them, followed by Sehun.
Chanyeol is in the middle of the kitchen, knife in hand. In the middle of the counter is a freshly baked cake.
"Chanyeol, put the knife down," Baekhyun gently instructs. "C'mon, there's no need for anyone to get hurt."
Chanyeol shoots him a look. "What are you talking about?"
"The last time you were in the kitchen, you almost stabbed Sehunnie with a fork!" Jongin blurts out.
"That's true," Sehun agrees solemnly.
"Chanyeol is fine with a knife this time, I promise," Kyungsoo interrupts them, making his way through the crowded kitchen doorway. His hair is wet from coming out from a shower.
Junmyeon, being the leader, is trained to read between the lines and body movements of his members. He looks from Kyungsoo to Chanyeol, whose hair is also wet, and to the secret smiles and dark red marks on Chanyeol's neck. He opens his mouth then decides not to say anything.
"Well, serve us some of that cake, will you?" Junmyeon says instead, leaving the kitchen and turning to his room.
"What happened to your neck, hyung?" Sehun asks, staring at the bruises on his neck.
"Is that a hickey?!" Jongin practically screams and Chanyeol slaps a hand to his neck. Sehun sniggers behind his mouth.
Kyungsoo smiles as he innocently slices up the cake to six even pieces.
"And why is the kitchen so clean?" Sehun blinks as he looks around. Jongin and Baekhyun's eyes widen as well at this observation.
"I am not having any of that cake!" Baekhyun announces as a realization creeps to him, running to his room and slamming the door behind him.
-
"So what is this I hear that you and Kyungsoo did at the dorm?" Kris asks Chanyeol.
"What do you mean?" Chanyeol asks.
"Sehun called Lu Han and said something about you and Kyungsoo and something about a cake," Kris says, "I don't know. Lu Han gets confusing when he's excited about something. I can tell it's serious, though. So what happened?"
"Come back to bed, Chanyeol."
Kyungsoo says it so loudly and with his distinct voice that Chanyeol freezes and it seems Kris freezes, too, because there's a moment of silence between them.
"Uh, I should--," Chanyeol starts to say.
"Yeah bye." Kris ends the call unceremoniously.
Chanyeol throws the phone on Baekhyun's empty bed and snuggles up to Kyungsoo in his own.
"Apparently the news about us and the cake spread all the way to China courtesy of the magnae's big mouth," Chanyeol murmurs through Kyungsoo's hair.
"I don't know what the big deal is about us making cake," Kyungsoo responds sleepily, his lips touching Chanyeol's neck.
"Right," Chanyeol smiles as he closes his eyes and falls into slumber.