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fic advent 2013: day four
for becca ♥
suho/chanyeol
pg-13, 1.3k words
"chanyeol gets suho high and they go to taco bell and do other things that high people do."
suho/chanyeol
pg-13, 1.3k words
"chanyeol gets suho high and they go to taco bell and do other things that high people do."
This was the best idea that Chanyeol has ever had. Joonmyun fists his hands in the hem of his ugly sweater and blinks up at him. “I think,” Joonmyun says, and then he pauses so long Chanyeol wonders for a second if he’s forgotten he was saying something. “I think it’s working.” Joonmyun can’t even hold his eyes open all the way. Chanyeol thinks he looks adorable
“Maybe a little,” Chanyeol says, but he’s grinning wide enough to break his face. It’s not that Joonmyun’s a prude or anything, but he just doesn’t tend to do this kind of thing, and especially not around his dongsaengs. Chanyeol thinks he must’ve been pretty stressed out to finally agree this time. Chanyeol is delighted. “How are you feeling?”
Joonmyun looks down at his hands for a very long moment. “Huh,” he says, and a smile dawns on his face. “Pretty good,” he admits. “Wow.”
Ever since Chanyeol met him, Joonmyun has been wound a little tight. He covers it well, his smile is very practiced and he never complains, but Chanyeol’s an old hand at faking it too. He knows how to recognize the signs. Even when he’s with his friends, he’s always restrained, he’s always in control. This is the first time that Chanyeol has ever seen that restraint slip. One of Joonmyun’s socks has slipped down his heel and he hasn’t fixed it, and if that isn’t a sign that he’s high as a kite, Chanyeol doesn’t know what is.
His posture is all different, too. For once, he doesn’t look like the perfect, model boyfriend, shoulders square and stiff in his stuffy sweaters. He’s relaxed. Chanyeol likes it. “I never knew you could unwind like this, hyung,” he says, and Joonmyun snorts and rolls his eyes.
“There’s a great deal you don’t know about me, Park Chanyeol,” he intones. He rolls his shoulders and then lets his head fall against the back of the couch. “I should not be doing this.”
He’s probably right, Chanyeol has to admit. It’s probably bad form for his TA to be getting stoned with one of his students, especially when the semester still hasn’t ended. Chanyeol has decided to take it as a sign of his persuasive abilities and how awesome he is. “But you are,” Chanyeol says, smug. “And you’re gonna have a great time.”
Joonmyun straightens, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, am I?” he asks. He’s rubbing his hands along the hem of his sweater unconsciously.
“Yes,” Chanyeol says firmly. Honestly, even with the pot, he’s a little bit nervous. He’s known Joonmyun for a while, met him through Kris in his third year of university, but they’ve never really spent a lot of time one-on-one. He’s glad to have this chance, to see Joonmyun in a way that he’s pretty sure not a lot of people get to see. He’d like to think that’s a little bit special. “Definitely.”
All he gets in response is a faint hum before Joonmyun straightens abruptly. He pats his belly, and then he gets up. “Hungry,” he says, and he tugs at Chanyeol’s cuff. “C’mon. Let’s get something to eat.”
Chanyeol does his best not to thrill at the contact. Joonmyun’s never been particularly touchy with him, so he likes this development. He lets Joonmyun slide his small hand into his and tug him up. His grip is warm and firm. “I know just the thing,” Chanyeol says.
Chanyeol’s apartment isn’t that nice. It’s small, sometimes the water doesn’t run hot in the mornings, and he can hear his neighbours talking, if it’s quiet enough. The best part, though, the best part is that he has all the best food joints within walking distance. Including Taco Bell. Now, Chanyeol isn’t an expert on Mexican food, but he’s pretty sure it’s not supposed to taste like Taco Bell tastes. On the other hand, literally nothing tastes as good as a burrito when you’re stoned. It’s perfect.
“I have never been in here,” Joonmyun says with interest, peering at the menu. “I don’t - what’s good?” He gravitates to Chanyeol’s side, toying with his fingers, his cheek pressed to Chanyeol’s shoulder. “I don’t recognize anything.” He digs his wallet out of his pocket. “I’m starved though.”
The heat of Joonmyun’s body sends a thrill down Chanyeol’s spine, and he grins, foggy. “Oh, trust me,” he says. “I’ve got this.” Especially if Joonmyun’s paying, too.
They end up with a tray piled high with a mountain of food, and they hole up at a table in the corner. “What is this?” Joonmyun asks curiously, prodding one of the wrapped. “I can’t tell if I think it smells good or not.”
“Burrito supreme,” Chanyeol says through a mouthful of his own. “Just try it, hyung.”
The noises Joonmyun makes when he eats are kind of obscene. “Oh my god,” he says. “This is amazing. I can’t believe I’ve never eaten here before, I’m never eating anywhere again.” Chanyeol has to cover his mouth when he laughs. It’s quite a sight, his handsome, strait-laced TA getting sauce on the front of his ugly sweater as he chows down on his food. He thinks he likes it. Especially when Joonmyun keeps making those borderline pornographic noises of enjoyment, his eyes sliding shut in pleasure and his shoulders shaking a little. These tacos? Definitely not that good. Joonmyun’s face, though, that’s something else.
Joonmyun makes it through two burritos, three tacos, and one crunchwrap supreme before he slows. “Man, hyung,” Chanyeol says. He’s impressed. “Did you not eat today, or something?” How does someone so small put away so much food.
Joonmyun sighs happily, laying his head down on the dirty plastic table. “That was perfect,” he says. He bumps one of his ankles up against Chanyeol’s and grins sleepily. “You’re a genius.”
Chanyeol snorts. “If this is genius,” he says, gesturing around at the fast food restaurant, brightly lit and nearly empty, “then you need to get out a bit and live more.” Joonmyun just laughs.
They take their time walking back to Chanyeol’s apartment. Joonmyun hooks his arm in Chanyeol’s and slows them down to a mosey, dragging his heels and looking around at everything like he’s never seen it before in his life. They stop for a while, because Joonmyun just had to say hello to a woman’s dog. Chanyeol was just glad that the woman was indulgent and let them pet it.
Joonmyun lets out a little groan when he flops onto Chanyeol’s couch. He squirms around, trying to make himself comfortable. “I think I have a food baby,” he says, looking at Chanyeol. His eyes are half-lidded and red. “I need to digest it like a snake.”
Chanyeol could point out that digesting a baby is weird, hyung, but he doesn’t bother. From his vantage point on the floor, he’s got a really good view of Joonmyun’s ass, and he’d prefer to think about that. “It’s getting late,” he points out.
“Mmm.” Joonmyun has already buried his face into the cushion, and he just reaches out a hand for Chanyeol. “Too tired to go anywhere.”
Hesitantly, Chanyeol takes it, lets Joonmyun pull him in until they’re both smushed onto the same couch. It’s not as awkward as it could be, because Joonmyun is tiny and Chanyeol is tall but thin, and Joonmyun fits pretty nicely underneath his chin. “I guess you can stay the night,” he says.
“Thought so.” Joonmyun’s nose is pressed to Chanyeol’s chest, and he worms his arms around Chanyeol’s waist. It’s so nice and comfortable that Chanyeol doesn’t even have the capacity to get flustered by Joonmyun’s proximity. Instead, he gives into the pull of sleep and lets his eyes slide shut. He can worry about how awkward his history classes are about to become in the morning.
“Maybe a little,” Chanyeol says, but he’s grinning wide enough to break his face. It’s not that Joonmyun’s a prude or anything, but he just doesn’t tend to do this kind of thing, and especially not around his dongsaengs. Chanyeol thinks he must’ve been pretty stressed out to finally agree this time. Chanyeol is delighted. “How are you feeling?”
Joonmyun looks down at his hands for a very long moment. “Huh,” he says, and a smile dawns on his face. “Pretty good,” he admits. “Wow.”
Ever since Chanyeol met him, Joonmyun has been wound a little tight. He covers it well, his smile is very practiced and he never complains, but Chanyeol’s an old hand at faking it too. He knows how to recognize the signs. Even when he’s with his friends, he’s always restrained, he’s always in control. This is the first time that Chanyeol has ever seen that restraint slip. One of Joonmyun’s socks has slipped down his heel and he hasn’t fixed it, and if that isn’t a sign that he’s high as a kite, Chanyeol doesn’t know what is.
His posture is all different, too. For once, he doesn’t look like the perfect, model boyfriend, shoulders square and stiff in his stuffy sweaters. He’s relaxed. Chanyeol likes it. “I never knew you could unwind like this, hyung,” he says, and Joonmyun snorts and rolls his eyes.
“There’s a great deal you don’t know about me, Park Chanyeol,” he intones. He rolls his shoulders and then lets his head fall against the back of the couch. “I should not be doing this.”
He’s probably right, Chanyeol has to admit. It’s probably bad form for his TA to be getting stoned with one of his students, especially when the semester still hasn’t ended. Chanyeol has decided to take it as a sign of his persuasive abilities and how awesome he is. “But you are,” Chanyeol says, smug. “And you’re gonna have a great time.”
Joonmyun straightens, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, am I?” he asks. He’s rubbing his hands along the hem of his sweater unconsciously.
“Yes,” Chanyeol says firmly. Honestly, even with the pot, he’s a little bit nervous. He’s known Joonmyun for a while, met him through Kris in his third year of university, but they’ve never really spent a lot of time one-on-one. He’s glad to have this chance, to see Joonmyun in a way that he’s pretty sure not a lot of people get to see. He’d like to think that’s a little bit special. “Definitely.”
All he gets in response is a faint hum before Joonmyun straightens abruptly. He pats his belly, and then he gets up. “Hungry,” he says, and he tugs at Chanyeol’s cuff. “C’mon. Let’s get something to eat.”
Chanyeol does his best not to thrill at the contact. Joonmyun’s never been particularly touchy with him, so he likes this development. He lets Joonmyun slide his small hand into his and tug him up. His grip is warm and firm. “I know just the thing,” Chanyeol says.
Chanyeol’s apartment isn’t that nice. It’s small, sometimes the water doesn’t run hot in the mornings, and he can hear his neighbours talking, if it’s quiet enough. The best part, though, the best part is that he has all the best food joints within walking distance. Including Taco Bell. Now, Chanyeol isn’t an expert on Mexican food, but he’s pretty sure it’s not supposed to taste like Taco Bell tastes. On the other hand, literally nothing tastes as good as a burrito when you’re stoned. It’s perfect.
“I have never been in here,” Joonmyun says with interest, peering at the menu. “I don’t - what’s good?” He gravitates to Chanyeol’s side, toying with his fingers, his cheek pressed to Chanyeol’s shoulder. “I don’t recognize anything.” He digs his wallet out of his pocket. “I’m starved though.”
The heat of Joonmyun’s body sends a thrill down Chanyeol’s spine, and he grins, foggy. “Oh, trust me,” he says. “I’ve got this.” Especially if Joonmyun’s paying, too.
They end up with a tray piled high with a mountain of food, and they hole up at a table in the corner. “What is this?” Joonmyun asks curiously, prodding one of the wrapped. “I can’t tell if I think it smells good or not.”
“Burrito supreme,” Chanyeol says through a mouthful of his own. “Just try it, hyung.”
The noises Joonmyun makes when he eats are kind of obscene. “Oh my god,” he says. “This is amazing. I can’t believe I’ve never eaten here before, I’m never eating anywhere again.” Chanyeol has to cover his mouth when he laughs. It’s quite a sight, his handsome, strait-laced TA getting sauce on the front of his ugly sweater as he chows down on his food. He thinks he likes it. Especially when Joonmyun keeps making those borderline pornographic noises of enjoyment, his eyes sliding shut in pleasure and his shoulders shaking a little. These tacos? Definitely not that good. Joonmyun’s face, though, that’s something else.
Joonmyun makes it through two burritos, three tacos, and one crunchwrap supreme before he slows. “Man, hyung,” Chanyeol says. He’s impressed. “Did you not eat today, or something?” How does someone so small put away so much food.
Joonmyun sighs happily, laying his head down on the dirty plastic table. “That was perfect,” he says. He bumps one of his ankles up against Chanyeol’s and grins sleepily. “You’re a genius.”
Chanyeol snorts. “If this is genius,” he says, gesturing around at the fast food restaurant, brightly lit and nearly empty, “then you need to get out a bit and live more.” Joonmyun just laughs.
They take their time walking back to Chanyeol’s apartment. Joonmyun hooks his arm in Chanyeol’s and slows them down to a mosey, dragging his heels and looking around at everything like he’s never seen it before in his life. They stop for a while, because Joonmyun just had to say hello to a woman’s dog. Chanyeol was just glad that the woman was indulgent and let them pet it.
Joonmyun lets out a little groan when he flops onto Chanyeol’s couch. He squirms around, trying to make himself comfortable. “I think I have a food baby,” he says, looking at Chanyeol. His eyes are half-lidded and red. “I need to digest it like a snake.”
Chanyeol could point out that digesting a baby is weird, hyung, but he doesn’t bother. From his vantage point on the floor, he’s got a really good view of Joonmyun’s ass, and he’d prefer to think about that. “It’s getting late,” he points out.
“Mmm.” Joonmyun has already buried his face into the cushion, and he just reaches out a hand for Chanyeol. “Too tired to go anywhere.”
Hesitantly, Chanyeol takes it, lets Joonmyun pull him in until they’re both smushed onto the same couch. It’s not as awkward as it could be, because Joonmyun is tiny and Chanyeol is tall but thin, and Joonmyun fits pretty nicely underneath his chin. “I guess you can stay the night,” he says.
“Thought so.” Joonmyun’s nose is pressed to Chanyeol’s chest, and he worms his arms around Chanyeol’s waist. It’s so nice and comfortable that Chanyeol doesn’t even have the capacity to get flustered by Joonmyun’s proximity. Instead, he gives into the pull of sleep and lets his eyes slide shut. He can worry about how awkward his history classes are about to become in the morning.
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chanho ;;;;;
i feel alive
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junmyeon
getting high
eating taco bell
i'm so
i hope he ate some doritos locos tacos
okay now i'm really craving taco bell god dammit
but yes this was cute, chanho ;;
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Perfect cute chanho ♥
PS: you made me hungry
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ugh I wanna see suho get high
or maybe drunk lol
they're so cute
and
mad craving for taco bell rn because of this hnG OTL
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