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So Egg-citing.
Chanyeol was sat at the worn down, wooden table which sat in the centre of the second year kitchen. It wasn’t until more recently that he had been visiting the plain room, with chipped tiles and rickety chairs yet, he knew Kyungsoo would be here and for some reason that calmed him.
He leant on his hand which rested on the table, his eyes felt droopy from tiredness but they stayed open to gaze at the boy working in the kitchen. It had always made the taller laugh when he saw Kyungsoo dressed in his apron with his glasses perched on the end of his nose, and usually if he laughed aloud Kyungsoo would hit him with the back of a wooden spoon.
He always used to laugh, but now, things have changed. Ever since summer, when he had spent countless nights on the phone with Kyungsoo on the other side whispering sweet nothings to help him get over his panic attack, Or beside Kyungsoo smiling more genuinely than he ever has before, things have changed.
Kyungsoo’s dorky apron and glasses, and the flour on the side of his face, only brings a warmness to his heart. He wondered if this is what it was like to truly have a friendship, not just someone you like for the sake of liking, or someone you like to eventually use for a means to an end. Was Kyungsoo the reason that caused his heart to freak out? Was-
“Yah! Chanyeol, You’re the one who said you wanted to tell me something”, Kyungsoo brought the boy lost in own thoughts back into reality. “And now you’re sitting there with that look on your face.”
“You say that like it’s a bad look”, Chanyeol scowled and stood up from the chair which squeaked with his actions. He moved to lean on the kitchen counter so he could get closer to Kyungsoo. “I think i look great.”
“One, You can’t see yourself”, Kyungsoo continue to tease Chanyeol, “Two, You always think you look great”, because that’s always how their relationship has been. “And Three, you’ve just woken up.”
Chanyeol would’ve bitten back like usual, but what can you say, he’s smitten. He laughed to himself quietly, moving so he was now sitting on the surface of the counter.
“No bite back?”, Kyungsoo turned to the other, his words firstly bitter, but soon turned into worry. “Did i take it too far? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t upset me”, Chanyeol laughed harder, holding his hand to his stomach because he had a tendency to hit things when he laughed, so he rather it be himself.
“Then why didn’t you bite back?”, Kyungsoo asked as he pushed his glasses up with the back of his hand to avoid the messy ingredients getting on his face. “You always do.”
“I didn’t want to”, Chanyeol spoke honestly, but not fully honestly, because if he did that he would have to admit that he didn’t want to because he didn’t want the feeling in his chest to leave, or that he didn’t want to get by Kyungsoo hardly with the back of the wooden spoon.
Kyungsoo moved to the sink and washed his hands thoroughly, turning to dry them on his apron as he looked towards the taller boy.
“Why are we here Chanyeol?”, He asked as he undid his apron, only as he had finally finished cooking.
“Because i was hungry”, Chanyeol teasingly spoke, known that this would press Kyungoo’s buttons.
“You’re direct with your texting, you would’ve told me you were hungry”, Kyungsoo spoke as he took the two plates to the old table. “You just asked me to meet you in the kitchen today.”
“I guess i did”, Chanyeol followed behind, staying close to Kyungsoo’s footsteps. The other sat the food down on either side of the table, turning to Chanyeol after and looking up to him.
The height difference was noticeable, yet Kyungsoo held all the authority and power in their friendship. He was the scary one, and in fact more recently, Chanyeol had been acting clingy and cute.
“Is there something on my face?”, Kyungsoo asked, which once again woke the other boy from his thoughts.
Without thinking, Chanyeol leant forward to kiss the others forehead, earning a shocked expression and a gasp from Kyungsoo. If Chanyeol had been using his brain, he knew this could only end in two ways: Him getting hit, or him getting killed. If Chanyeol had been using his brain, he knew this was a death wish, but he wasn’t, he was acting on that funny feeling which was rooted in his heart.
“Yeollie”, Kyungsoo’s voice felt small, yet still too big for the kitchen taken up by two. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you do that?”
“You used to kiss my forehead when i couldn’t breathe because i was crying so hard in summer, so, i wanted to do it back”, Chanyeol said, which was true since he always had been tempting since then, but the story worked for an excused instead of him acting on impulse. “I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, i won’t do it again-“
“No, It was okay”, Kyungsoo moved away slowly, sitting down on the chair and gesturing for Chanyeol to do the same. “It was nice.”
It was silent for a short moment, and Chanyeol didn’t want to leave silence for Kyungsoo to realise he didn’t like being kissed on the forehead.
“Can you teach me how to cook?”, Chanyeol asked, “When i watch you cook, I feel so at peace and calm. I want to learn how to make others happy, and everyone seems happy when they eat your food.”
“I’ll teach you”, Kyungsoo hummed as he began to ate. “As long as you’re a good student.”