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“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Chan’s voice echoed throughout the cabin, rattling off of the walls, startling Jisung, who stood at the living room window, completely shocked, “Just work, god dammit!” Chan poked his phone repeatedly.
“Uh...Chan?” Jisung nervously called out, voice soft.
“What!?” Chan spat, giving up on his mobile and tossing it on the bed with a frown on his face.
He was already a bit irritated because his friend was supposed to come to pick Jisung and him up yesterday from their vacation (their friend group decided to come to Hyunjin’s cabin for winter break), but ended up not being able to because of some emergency matter with his family. Which was no problem, really. Chan and Jisung could deal with another night in the peaceful cabin in the woods. He hoped all their friends were alright despite what it cost Jisung and him, but the internet just had to be sucky now, which honestly made him more stressed than he was already. He couldn’t find a bit of signal for anything for matter how hard he tried. So now it was dinner time. And their stock of actually substantial food had officially run out the night before, so Chan and Jisung had just snacked all day. And more snacking they’d do. Which made Chan worried for both Jisung and himself.
Chan huffed as he swung open the door to the bedroom he was currently in and froze at the sight in front of him. Across the room stood Jisung, in front of the living room window, gawking at the view through the glass of the white glow outside.
“Holy shit!” Chan walked over, pressing his hand to the glass in disbelief and horror, flinching at the freezing temperature and frowning at the condensation the warmth of his hand had created.
“Holy shit is right,” Jisung muttered, sighing and walking to the kitchen, where he popped a potato chip into his mouth.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
“God dammit,” Chan held his head in his hands, “We’re gonna be here longer than we thought, aren’t we?”
He sighed, walking into the kitchen and leaning over the counter, taking a chip for himself. Jisung frowned, slowly nodding in agreement.
Chan huffed out a frustrated breath between his lips, dragging his hands through his hair. Jisung puffed out a short laugh and smiled, silently hoping that Chan was just stressed and not…upset that he was stuck here with Jisung. He hoped it didn’t show on his face. He shut that thought out to the back of his mind though, for now at least.
“You look stressed man. Have a marshmallow,” Jisung dug in the bag of marshmallows sitting out on the counter next to the bowl of chips, grabbing one and tossing it in Chan’s direction. Not expecting it, Chan didn’t move quickly enough to catch it, resulting in the marshmallow hitting Chan square in the middle of his left cheek and then plopping onto the counter in front of him as Jisung cackled.
Chan rolled his eyes, but ate the marshmallow nonetheless, trying not to hum at the sweetness dancing on his tongue and almost failing. Almost. He failed at his attempt to not let his mouth curl up in amusement at Jisung’s antics, however.
Jisung’s eyes lit up and he turned around, kneeling down to dig around in one of the cabinets. Chan wondered distantly what he was doing as he chewed absentmindedly on a chip.
“You okay dude?” Jisung’s little giggle brought Chan out of his daze, “You were kinda staring off there for a second,”
Chan blinked at the box of graham crackers and chocolate chips that Jisung set down on the counter.
“Yeah, I’m fine. But what the fuck are you doing, mate?”
“You’re gonna get a fire going on that old fireplace over there because WE are making s’mores, bitch!” Jisung grinned.
Chan rolled his eyes halfheartedly again but walked back into the living room to do what Jisung so kindly asked of him. Only after taking another chip of course. Chan heard a repetitive clinking followed by the microwave.
Of course the microwave of all things still works. The electricity is being a little too selective and Chan really isn’t having it. Not even the tv is working. Or the little clock on the nightstand in the bedroom. Chan sighed, focusing on the firewood in front of him.
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The next thing he knew, Jisung was stumbling over into the living room with all kinds of supplies. Jisung felt Chan’s eyes on him as he carefully lowered himself to the fuzzy white rug Chan was sitting on in front of the fireplace. Jisung set down a bowl of graham crackers, the bowl of chips, a bowl of melted chocolate (so that’s what the microwave was used for), a few napkins, two metal skewers (where the fuck did he find those?), and the bag of marshmallows.
Chan turned back to the fireplace and sighed in satisfaction and relief as he got a flame going.
“Well look at you,” Jisung nudged his shoulder playfully.
“Oh shut up,” Chan stuck his tongue out at Jisung, who smiled innocently.
“You ready for this?”
“I’ve never made s’mores inside before, but yeah sure,”
“Me neither. Hopefully we don’t burn the place down,” the two shared a laugh.
Chan was already seeming a bit more relaxed, which was exactly what Jisung was going for with this whole s’mores thing. He was glad it was working, or at least seemed to be.
“Yeah, Hyunjin would absolutely murder us,” Chan chuckled.
Jisung hummed in agreement, taking a skewer and poking a marshmallow with it, sticking it out over the fire, leaning forward so he could set his elbow on his knee to rest his head on his hand. He nodded to Chan, smiling slightly. Chan grabbed the other skewer and his own marshmallow, mirroring Jisung’s actions.
They sat in silence for a moment, intensely staring at the fire licking at their respective marshmallows. Chan pulled his away from the fire first, blowing out the fire that it had caught.
Jisung watched as Chan grabbed a graham cracker and broke it in half, setting it on his knee as he used the spoon Jisung had brought in the chocolate to drizzle some onto the graham cracker. He watched Chan sandwich his s’more together and smiled as Chan ate it, his eyes closing as he hummed at the deliciousness. He was satisfied he had seemed to get Chan to relax.
Momentarily lost in thought, Jisung turned his attention back to his forgotten marshmallow, which was quite a dark brown by now, nice and toasty. He pulled it away from the fire and giggled at the flame dancing on top of it (which inevitably turned it black and crispy on the outside instead of the nice brown it was before), unaware of Chan’s gaze on him as he breathed out a small “oops”. He blew the fire out and constructed his own s’more, biting into it happily. He hummed, licking the warm chocolate he felt on his lips. Jisung looked up to see Chan watching him with a small, fond smile. He smiled back shyly and grabbed another marshmallow from the bag. As he held it over the fire, he grabbed a chip and popped it into his mouth to balance the sweetness with a little bit of saltiness.
Jisung hummed the melody of some random song that had come out recently as he watched his marshmallow carefully, this time making sure it didn’t catch fire so he could properly toast it rather than burn it. He continued humming the tune as he constructed a second s’more, feeling Chan’s eyes still on him and willing his cheeks not to burn like he’s been teased about by their friends before.
“Are you just gonna watch me or are you gonna make some of your own?” Jisung laughed, smiling cheerfully, hoping it hid his slight embarrassment from Chan’s warm gaze well enough.
Chan only hummed in response, and Jisung could only guess what that meant. Jisung stuffed the s’more into his mouth, feeling chocolate drip down his lip as he chewed and swallowed.
“My god what is it with me and the chocolate,” Jisung giggled again, looking up at Chan who still had that fond smile on his face, eyes sparkly from the reflection of the fire.
Jisung literally felt his cheeks heat up, so if they weren’t red already they definitely were now. He averted his eyes from Chan’s as his heart rate picked up slightly.
He reached up to wipe at the chocolate he felt warm on his chin and lip with the back of his hand, trying to ignore the way Chan was still watching him instead of focusing on a marshmallow as he should be. He wiped his hand on a napkin afterward with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face, even though he knew Chan didn’t care if he was a little messy with the chocolate.
“You’ve still got a little…here,“ Chan murmured, reaching up to gently swipe his thumb at the chocolate he was referring to.
Jisung froze, his breath catching in his throat for a moment even though this kind of thing was typical for them with how long they’ve known each other. Though for some reason he felt his heartbeat quicken and began to hear the echoing of the beats in his mind. The crackles of the fire and his own heartbeat were all Jisung could hear for a moment as Chan’s thumb grazed the underside of his bottom lip. Jisung’s eyes frantically glanced all over Chan’s face, but Chan’s own eyes were laser-focused on the chocolate on his chin.
And if Chan let his hand linger there for a second too long after clearing all the chocolate off of his friend’s skin, said friend would not need to know.
“Thanks,” Jisung muttered, immediately looking away from Chan and beginning to toast another marshmallow as he inwardly screamed at his heart to calm down.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jisung swears he saw Chan’s throat bobble with a gulp as he finally reached out to place a marshmallow on his skewer. He can’t help but wonder what Chan was thinking at this moment. Did Chan get all weird about it as Jisung had? Or was he just helping him with the friendly Chan intentions he helps everyone with? Why is Jisung suddenly overthinking about chocolate of all things?
He shook his head slightly and made another s’more, chewing it slowly and only half aware he was staring off into space.
“You-“ Chan‘s voice came out choked, so he cleared his throat and tried again, “You okay?”
Chan finished his marshmallow and ate his second s’more as he waited for Jisung to answer.
Jisung nodded, not sure if he could trust his voice to speak what he wanted to at the moment, especially with his heart still beating like it was the end of the world. He risked a glance at Chan, seeing that his ears were tinted red and his cheeks a similar shade, at least from what he could tell from the light of the fire. It did make Jisung feel better that Chan did seem to be somewhat embarrassed or affected as well, whatever that means for both of them.
His little chocolate incident put into perspective just how close they were sitting on this little rug, and suddenly any progress he’d made on calming his heartbeat immediately reversed. His mouth hung open slightly as he tried to figure out something to say to fill the silence as he always does, but this time nothing came to mind and so he just sat there looking like a fool.
“Jisung,” Chan spoke softly, hesitant, almost a whisper.
Jisung could see the hesitancy and hope in Chan’s warm eyes. The fire danced, creating moving shadows on Chan’s face, Jisung watched them as the silence dragged on when Chan didn’t finish the sentence he seemed to start.
“Hmm?” Jisung hummed, trying to encourage him to say whatever he was going to, but found himself distracted watching the fire dance in Chan’s eyes again.
He wanted to kiss Chan.
The wind howled, the fire crackled, and both their breaths were caught in their throats.
“Chan-hyung,” Jisung’s eyes flicked to the older’s lips and back up so quick that Chan would’ve missed it had he not been staring back into Jisung’s eyes just as deeply, “What were you going to say?”
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, and suddenly their lips were connected.
Jisung didn’t know who moved in to close the gap, maybe it was both of them. But that didn’t matter. He was kissing Chan. It was quick and sweet, the both of them pulling away slowly and blinking their eyes open.
“You’re so pretty,” Chan repeated, sounding more sure this time.
A shy smile found its way to Jisung’s lips and he couldn’t figure out how to get it to go away, so he reached up and gently grabbed Chan’s face, pulling him back in. Chan smiled too against Jisung’s lips and they giggled as they moved together, one of Chan’s hands finding its way to grasp onto the back of Jisung’s head, keeping him close.
As they pulled away, Jisung sighed happily as they breathed against each other’s lips.
“S’mores kisses,” Jisung grinned, cheeks flushed.
“You absolute dork,” Chan laughed, ruffling Jisung’s hair, “um, hey…y’know,” he cleared his throat.
Jisung stilled, pulling away slightly. Chan read the question in his eyes;
What’s wrong?
“I’m sorry for being an asshole earlier, I was stressed but that’s not an excuse for the way I acted,” Chan withdrew from Jisung, putting his hands into his lap.
Jisung laughed softly through his nose and leaned back, settling on his arms with Chan watching intently.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just cute. Thank you for apologizing, but it’s okay. I didn’t mind too much, that is. I’m fine. It’s fine, Hyung,” he smiled gently.
“I just-“
“Let me take care of you sometimes too, okay? Just relax. Enjoy your s’mores,”
Jisung leaned all the way back onto the carpet and stretched his arms upward towards the ceiling, humming as he closed his eyes. Chan wondered in the back of his mind what this meant for them. Whatever it is, whatever it brings, he’s ready for it.
“You should lay back too! The carpet is so warm and cozy,”
Chan smiled and laid back to lean on his side. He held his head up with one arm and placed the other in Jisung’s hair, combing gently.
His worries seemed to melt away into the warm fire, his thoughts lost to Jisung’s hums.
He sure could get used to this.