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“I knew it.”
Chanyeol screams and whirls his chair around so fast it hits his digital piano with a thud; his big monitor and other equipment shudder at the impact.
He covers his heart with his hand and makes a pained face when he sees who it is. “Ahhh,” he closes his eyes with a relieved smile, “you really scared me.”
Kyungsoo grins. “I brought snacks.” Shuffling closer, he puts a plate of jeon on the small surface extended from the digital piano where Chanyeol puts his keyboard and mouse.
“Oh god, I love you. I have been starving but too lazy to find any food that’s actually filling.” Chanyeol picks up a piece and starts stuffing his face with it.
Kyungsoo peers at the candy and biscuit wrappers in the bin next to the piano and sighs.
Chanyeol’s eyes sparkle when he’s three pieces into his late night snack. “These are all still crispy!” He makes happy noises and claps his hands in delight.
“I can’t possibly let you eat microwave reheated jeon, can I? What kind of abuse. Plus, it was easy. I had bread crumbs lying around.”
“You love me too much.”
“Too much.”
Chanyeol’s hair feels smooth under his fingers when Kyungsoo cards through it. He massages his scalp until Chanyeol melts into his chest, humming contently around the piece of jeon in his mouth. He pushes Chanyeol away after a while, the position of hugging Chanyeol’s sitting form while he stands too awkward to maintain for long.
“Why are you awake?” Chanyeol asks as Kyungsoo sits on the chair next to him, picking a piece of jeon for himself.
“I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep,” he chews quickly and swallows before he continues, “I went to your bedroom and you weren’t there, which is increasingly unsurprising.” He leans back with his arms crossed and narrows his eyes. “You shouldn’t stay up till this time of the night to work on your music all the time, you know? It’s unhealthy.”
“Eh,” Chanyeol shrugs nonchalantly, “I’m most inspired during these times. If I did go to bed, I’d probably just be lying there while my brain makes up all kinds of melodies and lyrics, and then I’d be really frustrated that I’m not noting any of it down and won’t be able to sleep anyway.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “When I agreed to date you five years ago, I thought I was signing up for a loud, happy, energetic and healthy boy, not some hipster producer-wannabe who shuts himself inside his studio at ungodly hours of the night and refuses to take good care of himself.”
Chanyeol snorts at that description and turns back to his music programme. “Yeah right, and I asked out a shy boy who was cute and small, with a beautiful voice and a passion for singing, not some macho hunk who can probably bench press me to the sun and has an unhealthy obsession with movies and dramas.”
He gasps in shock when Kyungsoo grabs the back of his chair suddenly and leans down into Chanyeol’s space. “I don’t hear you complaining in bed when you’re begging me to pin you down harder, fuck you harder?”
Chanyeol’s Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows, his eyes trailing down Kyungsoo’s face and settles on his full lips. He licks his own lips almost reflexively and feels his heartbeat thud heavily in his chest. He maintains eye contact with Kyungsoo, both breathing deeply, breath mingling, anticipating the other’s next move. Then,
“Want to fuck on the sofa?” Kyungsoo asks and the mood breaks.
“No, I literally just wiped it down a couple of hours ago when I was cleaning the room.”
Kyungsoo lets go of him and looks at the sofa longingly. “What’s the point of having a leather sofa if you can’t fuck on it whenever you want?”
“Well, I can fuck on it whenever I want. But I don’t want.”
Kyungsoo groans.
“Let me feel a sense of accomplishment for cleaning my studio for once. We can fuck on it in a day or two.” Chanyeol sneaks a look at Kyungsoo while he’s distracted by the sofa, torn between finishing his composition and pulling Kyungsoo down and making out with him. The comforting sensation of Kyungsoo’s breath still lingers on his lips.
“Ok ok.” Kyungsoo concedes and turns back towards Chanyeol.
When he does, he smirks and Chanyeol holds his breath in anticipation. Kyungsoo rests his right knee on the space between Chanyeol’s thighs and leans down for a deep kiss. Chanyeol closes his eyes and opens his mouth easily when he feels Kyungsoo’s tongue slide against his lips. Circling his arms around Kyungsoo’s shoulder, he presses him flush against his chest, moaning when he feels Kyungsoo’s hand travel towards his inner thigh, groping slightly.
“I think that means you want to fuck on your bed instead, right?” Kyungsoo asks when he pulls back.
Chanyeol laughs breathlessly and was about to agree when he remembers something important. Pushing Kyungsoo away, he smiles at Kyungsoo’s confused frown and points at his computer. “Yes, yes it does. But I want you to listen to something first.”
Interest piqued, Kyungsoo sits back down on his chair as Chanyeol clicks his mouse, trying to look for something in his folders.
“You remember when I told you last time that I got a really good demo from The Stereotypes and I was going to write lyrics for it?”
Kyungsoo hums, watching Chanyeol open up the files for the song and his lyrics.
“I think I’ve finished it!” Chanyeol turns to him with an excited smile and Kyungsoo can’t help but smile back. “Want to hear it?”
Kyungsoo rolls his chair closer so he can read the lyrics clearly. “Of course.”
The light, cheerful melody permeates the room and Chanyeol takes a breath.
As the piano notes fade, Chanyeol turns to Kyungsoo expectantly, nervous lip-chewing and hands wringing.
Kyungsoo continues to stare at the screen for a little while even after the song ends, mouth hanging slightly open.
“You hate it.” Chanyeol makes his decision for him and closes the demo and the doc file.
“No,” Kyungsoo begins slowly, “I love it.”
Chanyeol turns to him with a sceptical pout. “You’re only saying that because you don’t want me to be too upset to suck your dick.”
Kyungsoo laughs at his absurdity. “I can survive without a blowjob for a day or two.”
“Then, you’re only saying that because you like me.”
“The foundation of that assumption is debatable.”
Chanyeol falls silent, looking down at his own fidgeting hands and Kyungsoo has rarely felt so endeared and proud of his boyfriend.
“It’s really great, Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo smiles softly. “You make me listen to so many of your compositions all the time, and how often do I say ‘I love it’?”
Chanyeol looks up at him and blinks, hope slowly blooming in his eyes.
“You have your thousands of adoring fans that will tell you what a jam everything is even if you uploaded a 50 minute clip of you smashing your face onto the keyboard onto SoundCloud.”
Chanyeol grins and laughs at the idea of it. Kyungsoo thinks, Chanyeol really is the most beautiful when he’s happy.
Kyungsoo leans forward in his chair and takes his hands. “I already liked the demo from the beginning, but I really think your lyrics made it sound so much better. I’m not a big lyrics person, but I do think yours enhances the song. It sounds really smooth to the ears.”
Chanyeol tries to suppress a huge grin so hard his lips are trembling. “Well,” he says finally, “what can I say, I am kind of a genius after all.”
Kyungsoo chuckles and stands up, leaning down to press a kiss to Chanyeol’s waiting lips. “Alright, come to bed,” a quick glance at the screen has him making a face, “it’s almost 5.” He says half-admonishingly, pushing his round glasses up his nose.
“Okay~” Chanyeol saves his work and puts the computer on sleep mode.
A hand stops Kyungsoo in his tracks when he goes to pick up the empty plate.
“Leave it,” Chanyeol laces his fingers between Kyungsoo’s and pulls him towards the door, flicking the light off on his way. “I believe we have some serious business to attend to right now.”
Kyungsoo grins and lets himself be pushed into Chanyeol’s bedroom.