baekyeol - baek is all grudgingly endeared/aroused by chanyeol's dork-ass guitar playing, cue WHAT'S A LITTLE STRUMMING BETWEEN FRIENDS etc n__n
"i'm trying to sleep," baekhyun snaps, lifting his head from his pillow and glaring across the room.
chanyeol twangs his high e string with feeling. "i'm not shutting up until you turn the thermostat down," he sing-songs along to the echoing note, and baekhyun groans. chanyeol plucks out a diminished triad and transitions into a somber funeral march. "dude, i'm literally swimming in my own sweat," he intones. out of the corner of his eye, baekhyun sees him lean forward, brows arching.
"shit," he mutters, "fine," and he pulls himself out of the cocoon of blankets to turn the heat off. chanyeol fist-pumps his victory and props his guitar against the cabinet.
baekhyun dives back into bed. five minutes later, his teeth start chattering. "you're kidding," chanyeol says, rolling over to stare at him.
"it's fucking cold," he bites out, rubbing his hands together beneath the thick wool. "you did this."
chanyeol has the presence of mind to look a little guilty. he sits up and cocks his head to the side, feet shuffling against the carpet as he swings his legs over the edge.
"what?" baekhyun asks, eyes going narrow.
before he can really react, chanyeol's bridging the distance between their beds and sliding under the sheets with him. he settles half on top of baekhyun, limbs tangling together. chanyeol feels like a fucking heat furnace or something, skin radiating heat through his shirt.
"what the hell?" baekhyun squawks, twisting his neck and trying to squirm away.
"better?" chanyeol asks. his lips brush against the shell of baekhyun's ear. the next moment, he lets out a jaw-cracking yawn. "can we sleep now?"
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lol given the roller coaster ride that today has been this is the best i could do, my immense apologies anon
chanyeol twangs his high e string with feeling. "i'm not shutting up until you turn the thermostat down," he sing-songs along to the echoing note, and baekhyun groans. chanyeol plucks out a diminished triad and transitions into a somber funeral march. "dude, i'm literally swimming in my own sweat," he intones. out of the corner of his eye, baekhyun sees him lean forward, brows arching.
"shit," he mutters, "fine," and he pulls himself out of the cocoon of blankets to turn the heat off. chanyeol fist-pumps his victory and props his guitar against the cabinet.
baekhyun dives back into bed. five minutes later, his teeth start chattering. "you're kidding," chanyeol says, rolling over to stare at him.
"it's fucking cold," he bites out, rubbing his hands together beneath the thick wool. "you did this."
chanyeol has the presence of mind to look a little guilty. he sits up and cocks his head to the side, feet shuffling against the carpet as he swings his legs over the edge.
"what?" baekhyun asks, eyes going narrow.
before he can really react, chanyeol's bridging the distance between their beds and sliding under the sheets with him. he settles half on top of baekhyun, limbs tangling together. chanyeol feels like a fucking heat furnace or something, skin radiating heat through his shirt.
"what the hell?" baekhyun squawks, twisting his neck and trying to squirm away.
"better?" chanyeol asks. his lips brush against the shell of baekhyun's ear. the next moment, he lets out a jaw-cracking yawn. "can we sleep now?"
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lol given the roller coaster ride that today has been this is the best i could do, my immense apologies anon