HAI HAI...sorry I accidently pressed enter without saying anything properly in the beginning, ahahahahaha~
Anyway, Kris/Kyungsoo is something I like to read now and then, because WHO WOULDN'T WANT A DOMESTIC KYUNGSOO. ;w; but this was something new off fmor the domestic kyungsoo and something of a typical lovely fluffy cute interactions between two mature adults. *ahem*
So yeah, here are the gif comments b/c they're so much more than a thousand words. :P
“I hardly think that a caffeine addiction counts qualifies as a crush on me,” Yifan says dryly. He picks up Kyungsoo's cup and starts making his coffee. I'm preeettty sure it does. Kyungsoo might say that he was never there for the coffee really… Unless he does have coffee… >_>;
“Hi!” It's hard to be too resentful of anything when Kyungsoo beams at him. Over halfway through his work day, and he's still cheerful, smiling up at Yifan with those big eyes. “Slow today, huh?” LEMME HUG YOU KYUNGSOO.
Behind him, as he makes his way into the back room, Jongdae is singing under his breath. It's a love song. Yifan makes sure to carefully set down Kyungsoo's coffee before he stomps on Jongdae's foot, hard. He's not even flirting. What is Jongdae's problem, anyway? Jongdae's problem is not able to have Joonmyeon with him. IDK. OR THAT YIXING IS ALREADY TAKEN. (idk im just being deliriously random here don't mind this)
Kyungsoo taps his fingers against his cup, ducking his head. Yifan has to bite back his smile. “Forgot my book,” Kyungsoo offers, his eyes flicking back up to meet Yifan's. It has the sound of an excuse, and Yifan is inexplicably charmed. He rests his chin in his hand.
“Oh,” Jongdae emerges again from the back room and leans over Yifan's shoulder. “You forgot your book? That's too bad.” Yifan wonders idly if strangling your coworker with his apron is frowned upon. There's a good chance he's going to do it anyway. Jongdae.
“So, nothing to read, and I'm your next choice for entertainment?”
Kyungsoo coughs and blinks furiously, clearly fumbling for words. “Well, I mean...” Yifan can be my choice of entertainment with that multilingual mouth and brain of his. Tutoring me with Mandarin and Cantonese. ;3
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Anyway, Kris/Kyungsoo is something I like to read now and then, because WHO WOULDN'T WANT A DOMESTIC KYUNGSOO. ;w; but this was something new off fmor the domestic kyungsoo and something of a typical lovely fluffy cute interactions between two mature adults. *ahem*
So yeah, here are the gif comments b/c they're so much more than a thousand words. :P
“I hardly think that a caffeine addiction counts qualifies as a crush on me,” Yifan says dryly. He picks up Kyungsoo's cup and starts making his coffee.
I'm preeettty sure it does. Kyungsoo might say that he was never there for the coffee really… Unless he does have coffee… >_>;
“Hi!” It's hard to be too resentful of anything when Kyungsoo beams at him. Over halfway through his work day, and he's still cheerful, smiling up at Yifan with those big eyes. “Slow today, huh?”
LEMME HUG YOU KYUNGSOO.
Behind him, as he makes his way into the back room, Jongdae is singing under his breath. It's a love song. Yifan makes sure to carefully set down Kyungsoo's coffee before he stomps on Jongdae's foot, hard. He's not even flirting. What is Jongdae's problem, anyway?
Jongdae's problem is not able to have Joonmyeon with him. IDK. OR THAT YIXING IS ALREADY TAKEN. (idk im just being deliriously random here don't mind this)
Kyungsoo taps his fingers against his cup, ducking his head. Yifan has to bite back his smile. “Forgot my book,” Kyungsoo offers, his eyes flicking back up to meet Yifan's. It has the sound of an excuse, and Yifan is inexplicably charmed. He rests his chin in his hand.
“Oh,” Jongdae emerges again from the back room and leans over Yifan's shoulder. “You forgot your book? That's too bad.” Yifan wonders idly if strangling your coworker with his apron is frowned upon. There's a good chance he's going to do it anyway.
Jongdae.
“So, nothing to read, and I'm your next choice for entertainment?”
Kyungsoo coughs and blinks furiously, clearly fumbling for words. “Well, I mean...”
Yifan can be my choice of entertainment with that multilingual mouth and brain of his. Tutoring me with Mandarin and Cantonese. ;3