to say that kris is stunned would be a highly gross understatement, to say the least.

and it takes a lot for a man like kris to be taken by surprise.

but the current situation can be considered an exception, because at this moment in time, there is a very stunning young man standing at kris’ front door, small black luggage hanging by his side, proclaiming to be his new husband-to-be. and kris is totally flummoxed as to how to even respond to that.

“what?” kris tries to clutch onto some semblance of rationality, subtly pinching the soft underside of his forearm to check that he isn’t dreaming right now. but he doesn’t wake up. and all he’s left with is a sharp sting burning on his skin.

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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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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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— present day, 9:45 pm

in a moment of drunken enthusiasm, chanyeol declares that it would be super fun to borrow kyungsoo’s ouija board from next door and dabble in the supernatural world to call up the spirit that sehun complains is haunting his closet.

“move, move, move,” chanyeol stumbles back into the apartment in a flurry of white snow and biting gusts of wind, a weathered brown case tucked under his arm. zitao rolls his eyes, stepping back to allow chanyeol inside, and closes the door before resuming his spot on the couch beside sehun.

chanyeol flops down beside jongin on the floor, excitedly setting the case on top of zitao’s glass coffee table.

“this is stupid,” zitao says in a bored tone, pulling sehun’s hand onto his lap and playing with his boyfriend’s fingers. “there’s no such things as ghosts.”

“mmhm, yeah. you keep saying that,” chanyeol hums, pulling out the battered ouija board from it’s case and setting it up on the table between them. “your boyfriend swears there’s something in his closet.”

“whatever it is, it keeps waking me up at night,” sehun frowns, staring across the living room and down the hall in the direction of his and zitao’s shared room. “i can’t sleep.”

“are you sure it’s not zitao?” jongin jokes, wiggling his eyebrows across the table. “you two are nasty. we do not need to hear about your nightly activities.”

sehun shoots jongin a withering glance, choosing not to even dignify that with a response. instead, he turns his attention to chanyeol, watching the taller boy haul himself onto his feet and lumber towards the far wall to dim the lights.

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