chankai summer au *^*
every year, the university throws
huge summer festivals, nights of music, cheap food and stalls taking over the campus.
it’s jongin’s favourite time of the year and he yells this into the air, feeling carefree and tipsy from the chicken and beer they had earlier. sehun mumbles that he’s embarrassing but jongin doesn’t care, happily sucking on the popsicles they bought to alleviate the summer heat.
they walk past some festival games and jongin stops sehun, pointing at a balloon dart game stall. “that doll looks like monggu! i miss my child,” jongin says, pouting at sehun as sehun pretends to hate it.
“hold my popsicle sehun i’m bringing monggu home.” he ignores sehun’s protests and pushes his popsicle into sehun’s grasp, shoving him aside to buy five darts from the stall attendant.
with the alcohol in his system, his first shot sways over the stall, drawing giggles from the crowd. his second and third shot hits the mark, bursting two balloons.
“jongin, your popsicle is melting,” sehun whines, bumping him with his hip and making jongin miss his fourth throw. “whatever, i’m leaving.”
“don’t be difficult,” jongin squints at his target and blindly shoots his arm out to grab sehun, pulling his hand in and taking a suck out of his popsicle.
except he tastes melon, not the strawberry he bought.
jongin finally takes a look at whoever is beside him and realises he has his lips wrapped around another man’s popsicle. a complete stranger who is unfortunately very handsome and totally jongin’s type.
jongin lets his mouth go slack and very slowly pulls off the popsicle, suddenly aware of how there’s a string of saliva still connected.
the man looks a little awed, gaze fixed on jongin’s lips. “wow.”
jongin burns with mortification and takes two steps back. “i uh, i thought you were my friend.”
“well i’m not. i’m chanyeol,” the man looks amused, so at least he’s not angry. he holds out the popsicle and offers, “do you want my popsicle?”
“i’m... jongin,” jongin says on autopilot. he accepts the popsicle too because his mind has stopped completely and all he wants to do is disappear. “thank... you?”
”you have one dart left. mind if i take over?”
still stunned, jongin nods and lets chanyeol take over. he looks even hotter as he aims and shoots the dart precisely, bursting the last balloon.
“the poodle, please,” he tells the stall attendant before jongin can say anything and hands the toy to jongin, who accepts it mutely.
maybe it’s the festival mood in the air, or the beer he’s had, but jongin steels himself and blurts out, “are you going somewhere? i- i saw another toy i wanted at the stall near the library. can you help me win it?”
chanyeol’s grin widens and his hand falls to loosely rest on jongin’s arm. “just lead the way, jongin. i’ll win you anything you want.”
summer truly is jongin’s favourite season.
huge summer festivals, nights of music, cheap food and stalls taking over the campus.
it’s jongin’s favourite time of the year and he yells this into the air, feeling carefree and tipsy from the chicken and beer they had earlier. sehun mumbles that he’s embarrassing but jongin doesn’t care, happily sucking on the popsicles they bought to alleviate the summer heat.
they walk past some festival games and jongin stops sehun, pointing at a balloon dart game stall. “that doll looks like monggu! i miss my child,” jongin says, pouting at sehun as sehun pretends to hate it.
“hold my popsicle sehun i’m bringing monggu home.” he ignores sehun’s protests and pushes his popsicle into sehun’s grasp, shoving him aside to buy five darts from the stall attendant.
with the alcohol in his system, his first shot sways over the stall, drawing giggles from the crowd. his second and third shot hits the mark, bursting two balloons.
“jongin, your popsicle is melting,” sehun whines, bumping him with his hip and making jongin miss his fourth throw. “whatever, i’m leaving.”
“don’t be difficult,” jongin squints at his target and blindly shoots his arm out to grab sehun, pulling his hand in and taking a suck out of his popsicle.
except he tastes melon, not the strawberry he bought.
jongin finally takes a look at whoever is beside him and realises he has his lips wrapped around another man’s popsicle. a complete stranger who is unfortunately very handsome and totally jongin’s type.
jongin lets his mouth go slack and very slowly pulls off the popsicle, suddenly aware of how there’s a string of saliva still connected.
the man looks a little awed, gaze fixed on jongin’s lips. “wow.”
jongin burns with mortification and takes two steps back. “i uh, i thought you were my friend.”
“well i’m not. i’m chanyeol,” the man looks amused, so at least he’s not angry. he holds out the popsicle and offers, “do you want my popsicle?”
“i’m... jongin,” jongin says on autopilot. he accepts the popsicle too because his mind has stopped completely and all he wants to do is disappear. “thank... you?”
”you have one dart left. mind if i take over?”
still stunned, jongin nods and lets chanyeol take over. he looks even hotter as he aims and shoots the dart precisely, bursting the last balloon.
“the poodle, please,” he tells the stall attendant before jongin can say anything and hands the toy to jongin, who accepts it mutely.
maybe it’s the festival mood in the air, or the beer he’s had, but jongin steels himself and blurts out, “are you going somewhere? i- i saw another toy i wanted at the stall near the library. can you help me win it?”
chanyeol’s grin widens and his hand falls to loosely rest on jongin’s arm. “just lead the way, jongin. i’ll win you anything you want.”
summer truly is jongin’s favourite season.