kai is absolutely convinced that yifan holds some kind of unresolved, internal grudge against him, because there’s just no other sane explanation he can think of as to why the alpha had decided to put it upon kai to take on the task of babysitting the newcomer.

chanyeol.

the newly turned wolf who had accidentally come stumbling upon their camp, quite literally, crashing into kai’s back as he was hauling the carcass of his freshly hunted buck over to kyungsoo to handle the dinner preparations.

and that’s really saying something, because it takes a lot to take a wolf like kai by surprise, whose innate wolf is so strong that even his human is particularly very in tune with all the extra senses. kai’s wolf is only under that of yifan’s.

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“my back hurts,” chanyeol whines, jabbing jongin in the side as they lounge on their plush living room couch, the super bowl semi-finals flashing on their flat screen lcd tv mounted on the wall, surrounded by the most advanced, high-tech surround sound system money can possibly buy.

not that it’s something they can afford, but jongin really, really wanted it (needed it). and what jongin wants, jongin gets.

ugh.

“seriously,” chanyeol continues, head rolling onto his shoulder with a grimace and shoving jongin’s shoulder for no other reason than that his lower back is fucking killing him right now. “i’m in pain. do something.”

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“can you please just try it on?” jongin shakes the thin, shimmery red fabric enticingly, chanyeol glaring daggers at the sequined dress as if it had personally offended his family name and each and every mother, daughter, son, and father who had ever in the past, present, and future carried the last name of park.

“if you’re so curious, you try it on,” chanyeol grimaces, snatching the article of clothing and shoving it under the couch cushion, promptly flopping down to keep jongin away from the offensive dress. out of sight, out of mind.

“but you’re hyuna,” jongin tries not to laugh, keeping as straight a face possible as he steps in front of chanyeol, leaning over to bring their noses mere centimeters apart, placing both hands on either side of chanyeol’s head. “hyunseung would look really awkward wearing a red dress, no?”

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jongin slips his fingers through chanyeol’s hair, gently massaging the shampoo into his scalp with feather-light touches, so soft as if the smallest pressure will have the other boy cracking and falling apart right at the seams into millions of irreparable pieces.

the silence in the brilliantly lit bathroom is deafening, hanging thick and heavy in the air, so tangible that jongin can feel the weight of it squeezing in on his lungs to the point of suffocation. every breath he tries to take is smothered back down, leaving him lacking and gasping for the long awaited air that refuses to come.

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between the hectic, busy schedules and constantly being shuffled along from one performance stage to the next, chanyeol still manages to catch jongin off guard and surprise him with a small valentine’s event that chanyeol had spent every spare moment planning in the past few weeks.

jongin can’t help the wide smile spreading across his face as he follows the little path of white candles and bright red rose petals sprinkled along the wooden floors of their empty dorm, the trail ending in the dining room where chanyeol is standing by the dinner table with a huge teddy bear half his size, a giant pink velvet bow tied around the stuffed animal’s neck.

“what is this?” jongin grins as he glances down at the fancy steak dinner for two, eyes traveling over the delicate silverware and the bottle of wine settled off to the side. a warm, bubbly feeling tingles throughout his chest, radiating out all the way down his arms and legs to the tips of his fingers and toes.

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chanyeol buries his face into the neatly stacked piles of frozen corn, clamping his teeth down on one of the plastic bags to bite back the loud moan that threatens to escape his throat. his fingers dig into the cold, metal shelves, knuckles turning white from the pressure of his grip, as jongin’s open hand comes down hard on the curve of his ass with a resounding slap.

“fuck,” chanyeol whimpers as he feels the sharp, ringing sting where jongin’s hand had just made contact, leaving behind a bright red imprint that glows so very nicely against his pale, creamy skin. “shit, faster,” chanyeol moans, pressing up eagerly to meet with jongin’s thrusts. “i can’t… i hear… see,” he mumbles incoherently, unable to string two words together.

there’s definitely people on the other side of that door.

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