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fic advent 2013: day six
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kris/chanyeol
pg-13, 1.7k words
"KrisYeol~ Chanyeol wants to learn to swim and his teacher wants to teach him how
^^;;"
kris/chanyeol
pg-13, 1.7k words
"KrisYeol~ Chanyeol wants to learn to swim and his teacher wants to teach him how
^^;;"
This is so embarrassing. “Uh, no,” Chanyeol says, scrunching his bare toes in the sand. “I think I’ll sit this one out.”
Jongdae shrugs. “Suit yourself,” he says, and then he’s gone, racing down the beach with a whoop. Chanyeol watches as he collides with Joonmyun, hooks an arm around his neck, and then drags him into the water. He gives them a second, to make sure that Jongdae doesn’t actively drown Joonmyun (he’s never been very coordinated), and then he goes back to his towel in the sand.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to swim or join the fun or whatever, but the thing is, Chanyeol can’t swim. He didn’t live near the beach as a kid, and when it came to keeping busy in the summer when he was a kid, hitting the pool was not on the top of his parents’ list. It’s not really a big deal most of the time, it’s not like he’s an avid boater and like, risks near-certain death every time he goes out. It’s just times like these, when all of his friends are out laughing and splashing in the water and he’s stuck on a damp, sandy towel, it kinda blows.
“Hey.” Kris drops heavily onto the sand next to Chanyeol. His bleached hair is a mess, wet and pushed back off his forehead, water dripping down his chest. Not that Chanyeol is paying attention. “You’re not gonna swim?”
“Nah,” Chanyeol shrugs. He pulls his shirt over his head and flops dramatically backwards. “I’m working on my tan, see? I’m trying to top Jongin.” Speaking of...Chanyeol cracks an eyelid to look over at Jongin, showing off in the sand in front of a now very bedraggled Joonmyun. He can’t help but bray with laughter when Jongin trips and takes a header, getting a mouthful of sand. Of course, it probably evens out when Joonmyun drops to his knees in front of him, brushing the sand off his cheeks and fixing his hair.
Kris eyes him sideways. “I think you’re a bit pasty for that, buddy,” he says, nudging Chanyeol with one knee. Kris is one to talk - the instant he’d gotten to the beach he’d slathered every inch of his exposed skin in SPF 60 to protect his complexion. “Might have to abandon that dream.”
“Don’t hold me down,” Chanyeol warns, waving a finger at him. He reaches around blindly in the sand until his fingers hit his sunglasses and he slides them on. Not only are they stylish, but they hide his eyes. Bonus.
“Okay, okay,” Kris holds up his hands in defeat. After a few seconds, he knocks his hand against Chanyeol’s chest. “But seriously. Since when do you sit out of all the action? You’re being weird. What’s up?”
Chanyeol scrunches up his nose and rolls his eyes, though it takes a second to remember that Kris won’t be able to see it. “I’m not being weird! I’m just working on my quest to become a living Ken Doll.” He flashes Kris his best smile in the hopes of dazzling him out of digging further. “If you were a good hyung, you would support my goals.”
“I’m an excellent hyung,” Kris frowns at him.
Chanyeol shrugs, turning away and laying his arms down flat like he really is trying to tan. No one can fault his commitment to his story. Out in the water, Jongdae is very casually forcing Baekhyun’s head under the water while Kyungsoo watches idly. There’s something fundamentally wrong with his friends, Chanyeol thinks.
“You’re not answering my question,” Kris says again, and Chanyeol pulls a face. Maybe he’s been using that smile on Kris too often. That’s why it doesn’t work anymore. “You should be out there with the rest of them, trying to drown someone. Why aren’t you?”
Sighing, Chanyeol straightens. “I’m just not into it?” he tries, brushing the sand off his shoulders. “Like, I’m not into the whole getting wet thing. What if the salt is like, bad for my skin?” That one’s paper thin, and Kris just throws him a long look. “Fine,” he grumbles. He folds his legs up in front of him and drops his chin onto his knees. “I can’t swim,” he mumbles.
“I literally didn’t hear a word you just said,” Kris says.
When Chanyeol glances over at him, his gaze is steady and Chanyeol groans. He’s really not going to let this go, is he? “I can’t swim,” he says, a bit louder. Not too loud, though, because Jongin and Joonmyun are still close by, heads bent together underneath Joonmyun’s umbrella. “Okay? Happy now?”
Kris blinks. “Huh,” he says. “Is that it?”
Chanyeol colours. “Whatever, okay? It’s embarrassing.”
“Hey.” Kris leans forward to get into Chanyeol’s line of vision again. “You spent hours crammed in a van next to Oh Sehun, and you’re just gonna sit in the sand while everyone else has fun?”
“I might do a bit of knitting,” Chanyeol huffs, and Kris grins at him.
He holds out one big hand. “C’mon,” he says. “At least go in the water with me. I promise not to let you drown.”
Chanyeol stares at it for a second, considering it. If there’s anyone on this beach he trusts right now, it’s Kris. Joonmyun probably fell under that category too, but he was also tiny and so Chanyeol couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t be swept out to sea if he ever attempted a rescue. “Okay,” Chanyeol says slowly, taking Kris’ hand. “Fine. But if I die, I am definitely haunting you. I’m talking cold puddles everywhere.”
Kris rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay, deal,” he says.
He leads them down to the water, away from everyone else. He’s deliberately avoiding the rest of them, and Chanyeol can’t help but be thankful. He lets Kris pull him into the water, yelping at the cold of it against his feet and then flushing when Kris turns back to grin at him. “Shut up,” he says.
“Didn’t say anything,” Kris says cheerfully.
The water reaches just above his knees when Chanyeol balks. “I think this is good,” he says. It’s cold and the waves are strong enough that he can feel the push of them against his legs, and he’s not sure he wants to go any further. “That’s enough for today. I’m done.”
Kris just turns around and grabs Chanyeol’s other hand. He starts walking them backwards, pulling Chanyeol inexorably further. “I’ve got you,” he says, and Chanyeol grips Kris’ hands hard and follows him out.
He stares resolutely ahead when he sees that their friends have caught notice. Jongdae shouts his name, heading towards them, and Chanyeol feels a sick rush of embarrassment, but Kyungsoo puts a stop to it by neatly tripping Jongdae and sending him headfirst into a wave. He nods at Chanyeol, a little smile on his face, and then Jongdae is leaping at him, getting his watery revenge.
Chanyeol loves Kyungsoo. He loves him the most.
When the cold water hits an uncomfortable height, Chanyeol gives a decidedly unmanly shriek and stops dead. “No, no, no,” he says, trying to squirm out of Kris’ grip. “I think my dick just climbed into my body. Hyung, we’ve got to go back to shore before it’s permanent. Hyung.”
“Chanyeol,” Kris says. “I promise I’ll still be your friend if your outtie becomes an innie.” He grins again, that stupid wide grin with his big white teeth and too much gum, and somehow Chanyeol’s traitorous feet kick into motion again.
“You think you’re so funny,” Chanyeol mutters. Kris seems unphased.
They stop when the water is lapping at Chanyeol’s belly button. This is the most water Chanyeol has ever been in in his entire life, and he’s more than a little nervous about that, squeezing Kris’ hands tight. “Alright,” Kris says. “See? Not so bad.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Chanyeol says. And it’s not, really. Slowly, he bends his knees until he’s almost neck deep, and he looks up at Kris. “Whoa,” he says. This is kind of neat.
“Next step,” Kris says. “You’re gonna learn how to float.” He tightens his hands around Chanyeol’s for a second, letting him know that he’s right there. “Just lift your feet. It’s fine.”
Chanyeol isn’t sure about this prospect. He eyes Kris with suspicion even as Kris is lowering himself into the water too. “What if I float away?” he asks suspiciously.
“You’re not a pool noodle, Chanyeol,” Kris tells him, and Chanyeol slaps their joined hands against the water, sending little waves splashing towards him. “Come on. Trust me.”
Trust him. Kris’ hands in his are steady and firm and Chanyeol takes a deep breath. Trust him. Okay. Sure. Why not? “Pushy,” Chanyeol says. “Okay. But if I drift out to sea…”
Kris nods seriously. “Extreme haunting, the Park Chanyeol version. Got it.” Gently, he pulls one of his hands out of Chanyeol’s and stands still, waiting.
Okay. Chanyeol’s got this, right? Anything Baekhyun can do, Chanyeol can do. And better. He grips Kris’ hand, swallows hard, and lifts his feet.
Under the water, Kris brings his free hand up to press against the small of Chanyeol’s back, pushing him up towards the surface. “Stretch out your legs,” Kris says. “Let the water do the work. It’s all about the buoyancy. Small, solid object sinks. Big, flat object floats.”
“Nerd,” Chanyeol tells him. He tips his head back finally, and everything goes quiet as his ears go underwater. He’s never felt anything like this, like almost being weightless. The water is still cold, but Chanyeol doesn’t mind that much now, with Kris’ hands warm against his skin. If he focuses, he can still hear their friends, shouting and laughing, but it all seems so quiet and still. “Wow,” he says, and even his own voice sounds unreal.
“See?” Kris says, leaning over him. His voice sounds like it’s coming from miles away. “Look at you.”
“Yeah, look at me.” Chanyeol grins up him, wide and uninhibited and Kris grins back. They’re so close that their noses are almost brushing and this is kind of amazing. Sure, it’s not really swimming, but it’s the closest he’s ever gotten, and he doesn’t even mind that his hair will probably look stupid when it dries. Chanyeol has never been to the sea before, but he’s not sure he’ll be able to top a day like today.
Jongdae shrugs. “Suit yourself,” he says, and then he’s gone, racing down the beach with a whoop. Chanyeol watches as he collides with Joonmyun, hooks an arm around his neck, and then drags him into the water. He gives them a second, to make sure that Jongdae doesn’t actively drown Joonmyun (he’s never been very coordinated), and then he goes back to his towel in the sand.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to swim or join the fun or whatever, but the thing is, Chanyeol can’t swim. He didn’t live near the beach as a kid, and when it came to keeping busy in the summer when he was a kid, hitting the pool was not on the top of his parents’ list. It’s not really a big deal most of the time, it’s not like he’s an avid boater and like, risks near-certain death every time he goes out. It’s just times like these, when all of his friends are out laughing and splashing in the water and he’s stuck on a damp, sandy towel, it kinda blows.
“Hey.” Kris drops heavily onto the sand next to Chanyeol. His bleached hair is a mess, wet and pushed back off his forehead, water dripping down his chest. Not that Chanyeol is paying attention. “You’re not gonna swim?”
“Nah,” Chanyeol shrugs. He pulls his shirt over his head and flops dramatically backwards. “I’m working on my tan, see? I’m trying to top Jongin.” Speaking of...Chanyeol cracks an eyelid to look over at Jongin, showing off in the sand in front of a now very bedraggled Joonmyun. He can’t help but bray with laughter when Jongin trips and takes a header, getting a mouthful of sand. Of course, it probably evens out when Joonmyun drops to his knees in front of him, brushing the sand off his cheeks and fixing his hair.
Kris eyes him sideways. “I think you’re a bit pasty for that, buddy,” he says, nudging Chanyeol with one knee. Kris is one to talk - the instant he’d gotten to the beach he’d slathered every inch of his exposed skin in SPF 60 to protect his complexion. “Might have to abandon that dream.”
“Don’t hold me down,” Chanyeol warns, waving a finger at him. He reaches around blindly in the sand until his fingers hit his sunglasses and he slides them on. Not only are they stylish, but they hide his eyes. Bonus.
“Okay, okay,” Kris holds up his hands in defeat. After a few seconds, he knocks his hand against Chanyeol’s chest. “But seriously. Since when do you sit out of all the action? You’re being weird. What’s up?”
Chanyeol scrunches up his nose and rolls his eyes, though it takes a second to remember that Kris won’t be able to see it. “I’m not being weird! I’m just working on my quest to become a living Ken Doll.” He flashes Kris his best smile in the hopes of dazzling him out of digging further. “If you were a good hyung, you would support my goals.”
“I’m an excellent hyung,” Kris frowns at him.
Chanyeol shrugs, turning away and laying his arms down flat like he really is trying to tan. No one can fault his commitment to his story. Out in the water, Jongdae is very casually forcing Baekhyun’s head under the water while Kyungsoo watches idly. There’s something fundamentally wrong with his friends, Chanyeol thinks.
“You’re not answering my question,” Kris says again, and Chanyeol pulls a face. Maybe he’s been using that smile on Kris too often. That’s why it doesn’t work anymore. “You should be out there with the rest of them, trying to drown someone. Why aren’t you?”
Sighing, Chanyeol straightens. “I’m just not into it?” he tries, brushing the sand off his shoulders. “Like, I’m not into the whole getting wet thing. What if the salt is like, bad for my skin?” That one’s paper thin, and Kris just throws him a long look. “Fine,” he grumbles. He folds his legs up in front of him and drops his chin onto his knees. “I can’t swim,” he mumbles.
“I literally didn’t hear a word you just said,” Kris says.
When Chanyeol glances over at him, his gaze is steady and Chanyeol groans. He’s really not going to let this go, is he? “I can’t swim,” he says, a bit louder. Not too loud, though, because Jongin and Joonmyun are still close by, heads bent together underneath Joonmyun’s umbrella. “Okay? Happy now?”
Kris blinks. “Huh,” he says. “Is that it?”
Chanyeol colours. “Whatever, okay? It’s embarrassing.”
“Hey.” Kris leans forward to get into Chanyeol’s line of vision again. “You spent hours crammed in a van next to Oh Sehun, and you’re just gonna sit in the sand while everyone else has fun?”
“I might do a bit of knitting,” Chanyeol huffs, and Kris grins at him.
He holds out one big hand. “C’mon,” he says. “At least go in the water with me. I promise not to let you drown.”
Chanyeol stares at it for a second, considering it. If there’s anyone on this beach he trusts right now, it’s Kris. Joonmyun probably fell under that category too, but he was also tiny and so Chanyeol couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t be swept out to sea if he ever attempted a rescue. “Okay,” Chanyeol says slowly, taking Kris’ hand. “Fine. But if I die, I am definitely haunting you. I’m talking cold puddles everywhere.”
Kris rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay, deal,” he says.
He leads them down to the water, away from everyone else. He’s deliberately avoiding the rest of them, and Chanyeol can’t help but be thankful. He lets Kris pull him into the water, yelping at the cold of it against his feet and then flushing when Kris turns back to grin at him. “Shut up,” he says.
“Didn’t say anything,” Kris says cheerfully.
The water reaches just above his knees when Chanyeol balks. “I think this is good,” he says. It’s cold and the waves are strong enough that he can feel the push of them against his legs, and he’s not sure he wants to go any further. “That’s enough for today. I’m done.”
Kris just turns around and grabs Chanyeol’s other hand. He starts walking them backwards, pulling Chanyeol inexorably further. “I’ve got you,” he says, and Chanyeol grips Kris’ hands hard and follows him out.
He stares resolutely ahead when he sees that their friends have caught notice. Jongdae shouts his name, heading towards them, and Chanyeol feels a sick rush of embarrassment, but Kyungsoo puts a stop to it by neatly tripping Jongdae and sending him headfirst into a wave. He nods at Chanyeol, a little smile on his face, and then Jongdae is leaping at him, getting his watery revenge.
Chanyeol loves Kyungsoo. He loves him the most.
When the cold water hits an uncomfortable height, Chanyeol gives a decidedly unmanly shriek and stops dead. “No, no, no,” he says, trying to squirm out of Kris’ grip. “I think my dick just climbed into my body. Hyung, we’ve got to go back to shore before it’s permanent. Hyung.”
“Chanyeol,” Kris says. “I promise I’ll still be your friend if your outtie becomes an innie.” He grins again, that stupid wide grin with his big white teeth and too much gum, and somehow Chanyeol’s traitorous feet kick into motion again.
“You think you’re so funny,” Chanyeol mutters. Kris seems unphased.
They stop when the water is lapping at Chanyeol’s belly button. This is the most water Chanyeol has ever been in in his entire life, and he’s more than a little nervous about that, squeezing Kris’ hands tight. “Alright,” Kris says. “See? Not so bad.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Chanyeol says. And it’s not, really. Slowly, he bends his knees until he’s almost neck deep, and he looks up at Kris. “Whoa,” he says. This is kind of neat.
“Next step,” Kris says. “You’re gonna learn how to float.” He tightens his hands around Chanyeol’s for a second, letting him know that he’s right there. “Just lift your feet. It’s fine.”
Chanyeol isn’t sure about this prospect. He eyes Kris with suspicion even as Kris is lowering himself into the water too. “What if I float away?” he asks suspiciously.
“You’re not a pool noodle, Chanyeol,” Kris tells him, and Chanyeol slaps their joined hands against the water, sending little waves splashing towards him. “Come on. Trust me.”
Trust him. Kris’ hands in his are steady and firm and Chanyeol takes a deep breath. Trust him. Okay. Sure. Why not? “Pushy,” Chanyeol says. “Okay. But if I drift out to sea…”
Kris nods seriously. “Extreme haunting, the Park Chanyeol version. Got it.” Gently, he pulls one of his hands out of Chanyeol’s and stands still, waiting.
Okay. Chanyeol’s got this, right? Anything Baekhyun can do, Chanyeol can do. And better. He grips Kris’ hand, swallows hard, and lifts his feet.
Under the water, Kris brings his free hand up to press against the small of Chanyeol’s back, pushing him up towards the surface. “Stretch out your legs,” Kris says. “Let the water do the work. It’s all about the buoyancy. Small, solid object sinks. Big, flat object floats.”
“Nerd,” Chanyeol tells him. He tips his head back finally, and everything goes quiet as his ears go underwater. He’s never felt anything like this, like almost being weightless. The water is still cold, but Chanyeol doesn’t mind that much now, with Kris’ hands warm against his skin. If he focuses, he can still hear their friends, shouting and laughing, but it all seems so quiet and still. “Wow,” he says, and even his own voice sounds unreal.
“See?” Kris says, leaning over him. His voice sounds like it’s coming from miles away. “Look at you.”
“Yeah, look at me.” Chanyeol grins up him, wide and uninhibited and Kris grins back. They’re so close that their noses are almost brushing and this is kind of amazing. Sure, it’s not really swimming, but it’s the closest he’s ever gotten, and he doesn’t even mind that his hair will probably look stupid when it dries. Chanyeol has never been to the sea before, but he’s not sure he’ll be able to top a day like today.