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[daddyxpark]

HELLO

ok here’s the deal 

the fires are all gone and have been for a while. HOWEVER school is picking up in intensity and i’m really really close to graduation and it’s starting to... @______@;; i’m GOING TO DO MY BEST to log on when i can and get to replies but i won’t be able to hang around and be consistent :’( and that sucks because i’ve been re-filled with this muse and am bursting at!! the!!!! seams!!!! to have interactions and reply to threads and stuff but honestly i’m.. so lost haha

i’ll be going around to make sure people still even want to rp with me ; ; i have a hard time with this muse bc normally i rp suuuuper submissive characters but i made this guy as a challenge for myself so please have patience :’( 

UM YEAH so i’m really sorry for my absence i  just had to drag myself out of the depths of hell at 730am and do one reply (((cue riot noises in the bg))) and answer some ooc messages but i!!! am!!!!! trying!!!!!!!!

i miss everyone UGHGGHGHG ok bye i’m gonna be late

[daddyxpark]

Coming Home.

((for whenever you’re back~ Hoon’s patiently waiting ♥))

He misses Chanyeol. Plain and simple. He wants his soon-to-be Daddy. It’s been three weeks since he’s last heard from his favorite groomer, and stealing into the other’s apartment and whining constantly at Dolly is getting boring. She can’t talk back, just with barks and whines that Hoon can’t understand. It’s getting frustrating. 

In Chanyeol’s closet, Hoon’s taken the liberty to make a small space for himself. Just a little corner of the elder’s drawers, nothing too noticeable. It’s filled with those white lace thongs and cheeky panties Chanyeol had picked out not long ago…plus a few other thigh highs and soft sweaters. 

But what’s the point if someone isn’t here to appreciate those panties? 

He dresses up every day, anyways, upon the hopes of Chanyeol coming home. Dolly makes good company, anyways. They seem to have a mutual understanding of each other and it’s…comforting, in the least. 

Today’s like any other–he makes his way into the apartment, unlocking it with the key Chanyeol’s given him, and he greets Dolly with soft mews as he opens the door. She’s sitting in her doggy bed, like usual. In just about an hour, he’s got a simple dinner prepared for two (Caesar salad and just some chicken noodle soup). He eats slowly, scrolling through his Twitter feed, then his Instagram. Nothing interesting. 

When he finishes, he washes the dishes and packs up the left overs–either they’re for Chanyeol, or for tomorrow’s dinner. Making his way to the bathroom, he showers, and when he comes out hair and fur fluffing out, he’s dressed how Chanyeol would like him to–white lace thong the only piece of clothing covering his skin. He grabs a soft blanket and snuggles down in front of his computer, deciding to pass the time with a movie. He picks a random one on Netflix, laying down in Chanyeol’s bed, not really watching it. 

Suddenly, the sound of the doorknob turning has Hoon bolting upright, blanket falling from his shoulders. His ears prick, tail beginning to wag excitedly–Chanyeol!

He races alongside Dolly to the door, her yips and barks mixing with his happy, sweet purrs, “Mister Park…I–we missed you!" 

It’s been too long. ‘Too long’ is actually probably the biggest understatement of the year but for Chanyeol... being away from home is becoming more and more of a burden. Things pop up in his family -- they always have. Mother this, father that. Although, with this return trip, it’s now only Mother this. The passing of his father hasn’t really affected him emotionally; he wasn’t close to the man. Hell, he’s not close to his mother, either, since she’s so sure that now she won’t get grandkids from her handsome son. In all fairness, Yura looks just like him, but... female. Surely she’ll pop out a few babies now that she’s married, and then Chanyeol can go back to falling off the radar without any difficulty. He’s made it this long without his parents. He’s pretty sure the only reason his mother called him while his father was on his death bed, was out of courtesy.

But that doesn’t matter. He’s been gone for too long and the random texts he’s gotten (but, hasn’t been able to return) lets him know that Hoon has been caring for Dolly and his apartment in his stead. It’s a bit... weird, the sensation that flutters through his chest every time he thinks about Hoon. Comforting, but weird all the same. He couldn’t mourn his father’s death (not that he would) with thoughts of Hoon prancing (literally) through his mind. What is he doing? Is he busy? Chanyeol hadn’t even the energy to check the internet to see if the other’s group had done anything big and important. He would have loved to reply to the texts, to send maybe a picture back, but service was shoddy enough, most of Hoon’s messages from different dates and times got clustered into one giant fuckload in his inbox. Which was ok. Being flooded with messages like that made Chanyeol feel... warm.

He’s got his duffelbag slung over his shoulder, frame slouched from exhaustion, shoulders hunched, gait slow. His clothes are rumpled, hair unwashed and he figures welp, at least he looks how he feels, right? When he reaches the apartment he unlocks it with tired fingers -- he hears Dolly barking happily and he smiles, ready for a welcome homecoming.

When he opens the door and sees Hoon, his eyes widen (surprise? shock? Hoon is wearing nothing but a lacy white thong but he’s here). Hand frozen on the doorknob, he’s halfway in the entrance and stopped in time, his eyes looking over Hoon. He can hear Dolly whining for his attention, and he’ll give it to her; but as it is, he drops his bag on the floor with a heavy thud, swings the door shut behind him, and moves forward towards Hoon, enveloping the hybrid in a bone-crushing hug, Chanyeol’s face burying into Hoon’s neck and inhaling, feeling, drowning. He could care less about his father passing, his mother’s cold looks, and how his sister barely said a word to him. 

This is home.

“Fuck, Kitten, I missed you so much.” he murmurs, voice muffled against Hoon’s skin. He needs a shower, he needs food, but on the top of his list is giving his well-behaved, well-deserved, oh so sweet Kitten the attention that he needs. “I’m so sorry.”

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13 drafts open to reply yet somehow

... I feel as though I’m missing some... aha... frick.

I won’t get to them all today- that’s really overwhelming. ;; but I will be around!!!!! ish... yes. slowly but surely.

sighs, I miss roleplaying.

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Good afternoon.

[daddyxpark]

ooc; fires are raging all across my state. where i live has a terrible air quality index and it's only suspected to get worse. i have a lot of downtime because i can't leave the house, but all the smoke inhalation/exposure has made me incredibly lethargic. i will return as soon as i feel better. thanks.

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cheuzs:

it’s so stupid how jongdae immediately feels guilty for saying he doesn’t like watermelon when he catches the sight of it in chanyeol’s bowl, tongue almost tangling in its rush to take his words back– yet nothing more comes out, and he’s left like a goldfish, lips parted with intent but the lack of confidence to follow through. he calms down only with the thought that, from all the caring he’s been given so far, chanyeol probably – most likely – won’t mind.

“all for you, if the rest isn’t as good as you said,” he points out, though he’s not sure why. probably just to keep chanyeol talking; to keep him distracting jongdae from all the negatives accosting him. he doesn’t put a thought into his choice before leaning closer to bite off the tiniest bit of the cantaloupe offered to him, then, after a few long moments of contemplation, taking a couple more, growing in size. he can’t say he’s disappointed, feeling himself quickly grow fond to the unusual, sweet taste running over his tongue, and it’s not long before the small piece is gone and jongdae’s humming happily.

“thanks, big daddy,” he teases with a little sniff, wiping around his mouth before offering a laugh to signal the name as nothing more than a joke. “i think i might have a new favourite– cant… aloupe, right?” really not wanting to seem like an idiot, even if he favours being silly, jongdae crosses his fingers by his sides, hidden by the fabric of chanyeol’s oversized sweater. jongdae thinks he might be becoming attached to it.

Jongdae is kind of like a timid deer, when he leans forward to nibble the cantaloupe off of the fork. Chanyeol watches with mild amusement (and maybe a bit of fascination, because Jongdae’s lips and mouth are... well... you know...), and by the time the cantaloupe is cleared from the fork, he grins and pushes the bowl towards the other, offering it up. At being called ‘big daddy’ Chanyeol chokes on a piece of watermelon, hitting his chest lightly. Joking or not, that word will always have an effect on Chanyeol, with or without his permission. Offering up a sheepish smile, he clears his throat, leaning his hip against the counter.

“Cantaloupe,” he confirms, coughing a few more times, just to be sure that he won’t choke and die on a piece of watermelon that will probably dissolve, anyway. Once he feels like he’s in the clear, he picks up another piece of the fruit, this time taking a smaller bite of the chunk. “I’m a fan of all fruits. Although I like the ones that take less preparation-- slicing melons of any sort is always a trifling task. I like grapes, peaches, apples, plums... things that don’t require knives to eat.” he says, with a soft chuckle, eyes warm. He’s glad Jongdae is now relaxed enough to joke around, looking so cute and cozy in Chanyeol’s sweater.

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claimed-souls:

The flirtatious, sultry Hoon from before seems to be a figment of Chanyeol’s imagination, at this point. It’s throwing him for a bit of a loop, but this Hoon-- this Hoon makes Chanyeol feel in control, again. It’s a bit scary, to think that he’s being aroused without his consent, especially when he’s spent so much time controlling it. It’s both scary, and thrilling at the same time. 

The sudden thanks has Chanyeol slurping up his noodles, eyes blinking over at Hoon somewhat dumbly. The kitten has thanked Chanyeol many times, just in the past twenty-four hours; reaching over, Chanyeol’s hand holds Hoon’s, squeezing it gently, offering him a reassuring smile. “You don’t need to thank me anymore, kitten. Just... enjoy your time off, with me.” 

He doesn’t want to think about Hoon doing anything other than smiling and prancing around; he might not know the details, but he knows that Hoon is thankful for Chanyeol’s acceptance and care, and he wants to let Hoon know that he is more than welcome. He gives Hoon’s hand a squeeze, before returning to his food, his heart and his tummy starting to feel very, very warm.

The reaction Chanyeol gives is incredibly pleasing–it has Hoon blushing right to the tips of his ears. He fidgets happily, beaming as his cooking is complimented. 

“You’re welcome~” he says, and smiles. Though he’s cooking, and though they haven’t done anything too flirtatious until a few moments ago, this trip, this week-long break that he doesn’t get very often…it’s so worth it. His groomer accepts his cooking graciously, and moreover, appreciates his feminine wear. It’s very different from dorm life, working with the little food that the company provides for their diets, along with the rare occasion that he gets to nap almost every day, and wear his favorite feminine wear. But mostly…to have that feminine wear appreciated. 

“Pathetic, eh? Anio..I’d say that it was just…in need of a little help.” he smiles, “And here I am, the help. I’m here, 24/7, all week long~” he takes a big bite of pho, legs kicking slightly out of sheer delight for his favorite food, one that he’s only allowed to enjoy on special occasions. It’s packed with carbs and sodium…two things that are an idol’s worst nightmares. 

But he’s sure in the morning he’ll turn his puffy eyes into cute, aegyo ones with the help of makeup, and you can’t really bloat off of one meal’s share of pho. 

“Mister Park..thank you for having me.” he suddenly says, polite and shy, “If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be sulking around the dorms, alone.” 

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sisenboi:

“Welcomed.” He laughs and nods. “No one would think it was real and they’d laugh and welcome you in like family.” He smiles and hums softly, laying his head back to look up at the sky.

Watching you tip your head back, he remembers something. “About what time will your show end? There’s supposed to be a meteor shower that night. We should catch it.”

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a-dtoy:

Caden sighed, looking down to his sneakers as Chanyeol spoke. “I don’t want to use your money, Chanyeol. It’s not fair to you. I told you that.” He didn’t like to take money from others. Considering how badly Caden needed his own money, he didn’t like to take it from others. It just wasn’t fair or good. “Besides, it’s not that stressful. I only do it a few days a week. And not at every store. Usually just one or two.” He was trying to justify it, trying to make Chanyeol see that it was okay. Once out of the elevator, he kept close to Chanyeol but he couldn’t help but feel their little moment had been disrupted. “You did? You’re not getting lazy, are you?” He teased before heading into the apartment once the door was open. Caden took his shoes off and set his bag down before walking in. “Dolly!” He called, only to laugh when the sweet dog came running to him. He knelt down to hug and pet her, a wide smile on his face as he baby talked her. 

He doesn’t buy Caden’s argument for one second-- but he’s not going to lecture the kid, either. That’s not Chanyeol’s job, and he never wants it to be; he just needs to remind Caden, firmly, that if he ever needs any extra help, Chanyeol is more than happy to provide. As they enter his apartment, he starts taking off his shoes, snorting. “Me? Lazy? Pft.” Dolly is a sight for sore eyes, but of course, she’s more interested in Caden, happily snuffling into him, whole body wiggling, trying to fuse into him as she yips and licks and is all sorts of excited. He shuts and locks the door, and then makes his way into the apartment, taking off his hoodie so he’s just in his t-shirt and jeans, tossing the hoodie onto the couch. He’ll probably toss it on tomorrow morning, or maybe you’ll want to put it on later. “C’mon, I’m huuungry~” he says playfully, opening up the fridge and starting to pull out the ingredients necessary, even though you’d already said you’d cook.

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sisenboi:

He laughs as he winks right back. “I’ve got one Wednesday, believe it or not. Some club wanted to book me.” He finishes his drink and sets the cup down. “I think you’ll need a VIP badge. One labeled ‘DJ Fucker’.” He grins and giggles as he nudges your leg with his foot.

“Is that kinda label gonna get me welcomed in or kicked out?” he asks, grinning and nudging your foot back with his, lips rounding the straw in his lemonade to take another deep sip.

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acebaek:

Halfway. Baekhyun laughed behind his hand again, because oh, yes definitely. Chanyeol definitely took a huge step within the first day– and it wasn’t even over yet. “I do the judgement here, not you,” the younger man chided, sticking his tongue out playfully. Surprise flickered across his eyes and he smiled lightly, leaning forward and opening his mouth to take the mushroom into his mouth and closed his eyes, letting the flavor spread across his tongue. It’s so good that it’s almost addicting– something a little bit comparable to looking at Chanyeol; he couldn’t seem to stop doing that either.

Oh, his breath and his heart needed to calm a little bit.

At the remark, Baekhyun shook his head and bit back the smile, “Not at all, you’ve got your looks and your cuteness going for you, so it wouldn’t be too bad.“ It’s again that he realizes that he knows almost nothing about Chanyeol, but the affection which Baekhyun was building in his heart was running high and thin on danger–too fast? At least Chanyeol was stuck with him until they grew old.

He wants to make some witty ‘controlling wife’ comment, but he bites his tongue, unsure how Baekhyun would react to a joke like that. Still testing the waters. He certainly doesn’t want to offend the other. But then, Baekhyun is taking the stuffed mushroom and letting that blissed out expression cross over his features once more, and Chanyeol takes the time to commit it to memory, now that Baekhyun isn’t too embarrassed to cover it up.

Chuckling, he rolls his eyes a little. “I’m not cute-- I’m handsome. Dashing. Charming. ‘Cute’ does me no justice.” But he grins anyway, picking up his martini glass for another drink. Oh, it’s empty. Should he have another? Prooooobably not. He might really embarrass himself, then. Instead, he picks up the ice water that he’d been ignoring, taking a long drink of it, grinning a little.

“You, on the other hand... definitely: cute.”

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a-dtoy:

The squeeze brought a smile to Caden’s face and he returned it. “Your height is enough, though. That and you can be pretty intimidating when you want to be.” There wasn’t much first hand experience to that, but Caden could guess. He didn’t pout much when Chanyeol pulled his hand away and got out of the car when prompted, but he took the bag. “I told you that isn’t necessary. It’s not that heavy.” He shrugged and turned, starting to walk. “I’m cooking dinner, remember, dummy? But… I did skip lunch. I needed some extra money, so I just ate something small in between customers.” He shrugged, not seeing much harm in it now that he was going to have a nice dinner. “What about you?  You ate today, right? And you got enough sleep?” He looked up Chanyeol with a worried expression, looking him over.

Holding his hands up in surrender, he playfully rolls his eyes. “I’m just looking out for you-- I know how you can be.” Both on eating as well as packing a heavy bag. He sighs when you admit you skipped lunch, and as they get into the elevator and he presses the 8 button, he folds his arms loosely across his chest, sending Caden a slightly exasperated glance. “Caden, you don’t need to stress yourself out about that stuff. What do you need the extra money for? You know I’ll help you,” he says. They’ve had this conversation a few times before, but Chanyeol has no real obligation to Caden right now, and vice-versa, so there’s not much he can do when Caden refuses his help. When the doors open, Chanyeol pulls out his keys again as they head to his apartment, “I’ve been eating, and sleeping plenty. I hired on a few more workers at the shop so I can relax more.”

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claimed-souls:

“Ah,” he nods in understanding, sending Hoon a little smile. Interesting, that a member takes care of the group like that. Not surprising that it’s Hoon, though; Chanyeol can only hope that the members are thankful and grateful of all Hoon seems to do for them. Chanyeol knows he is appreciative. Once they’re settled and he picks up his spoon and chopsticks, he blows on a spoonful of broth before sampling it first.

“Mmm...” he swallows, and it’s perfect -- earthy and meaty and full of flavor. He sends Hoon a smile, “This is very good. I’ve never been able to master pho, so I usually just go to a restaurant and have it.” he admits. Then again, he doesn’t spend too much time perfecting recipes; if he can’t master it on the first go, he doesn’t have much patience to practice. He cooks to cater, not for pleasure.

He picks up a spring roll, dipping it into the peanut sauce gratuitously before taking a bite. It’s good, too; he hums in delight and chews, before swallowing and taking a drink of water. “Thank you for cooking. You’re turning my pathetic bachelor life upside down,” he says with a playful wink.

He settles down, right beside Chanyeol at the table with a soft hum–teasing and flirting temporarily forgotten, “This is my favorite food. Pho…and spring rolls.” The neko smiles, and looks over at the taller, blush deepening, looking abashed, “Oh…i-it’s a hobby I picked up a while back. I cook for the group, too…so I get lots of practice in.” 

He offers a shy little laugh, “I bake a lot, too. My members are hungry often, so..” he dips his head modestly, picking up his chopsticks after he squeezed a bit of lime juice into the pho. He takes a bite of his spring roll first, dipping one end into the peanut sauce. 

“Mm~” he smiles at the familiar deliciousness, chewing and swallowing before he turns to you, gaze curious and probing, “How is it? Do you like it?” 

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a-dtoy:

Caden slips his fingers in between the spaces of Chanyeol’s own, simply holding his hand now in his lap. If asked to let go, he would, but he could only hope Chanyeol wouldn’t ask him to. However, out of everything Chanyeol said, Caden latched onto the fact that he called him cute. It usually didn’t sit well with him but if Chanyeol found him cute, then Caden would be fucking adorable for him. “Maybe they haven’t tried because they see a giant hanging around the store most Fridays.” He tried to play it off, dipping his head to hide the too wide smile on his face. An odd compliment to be happy about, but Caden didn’t care. His thumb rubbed back and forth on Chanyeol’s hand and he looked out the window, watching as the houses went from worn out and tired to lively and bright. They’d be there soon. 

In response, Chanyeol gives Caden’s hand a squeeze, allowing the other to hold onto him as he so pleases. Snorting a bit, he shrugs, “You just said I look too nice-- I really think all I’ve got going for me is my stature, when it comes to warding off criminals.” he chuckles softly. As they get closer to his neighborhood he slows down, before pulling into the underground garage of his apartment complex. Once parked, he shuts off his car and sends Caden a smile, squeezing his hand before letting go so he can get out. Per usual routine, he rounds the car and opens the door for Caden, nothing new here, reaching in to grab the other’s bag so he doesn’t have to carry it. “Aside from wanting ice cream-- did you have dinner tonight?” he asks, locking his car up once Caden is out and they’re heading to the elevator.

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a-dtoy:

“If you keep messing up my beanie, I swear to god-” Caden growled as he fixed it once more. But it was, once again, an empty threat. “I’m worried because this area isn’t good in the first place. I’m fine. I’ve been around long enough. But you just look nice enough to get hurt.” He sighed, looking down. At Chanyeol’s car, he smiled and thanked him before getting in, trying not to overthink the little gesture. He opens the damn door all the time, idiot. He shook his head and buckled up, bag safely tucked between his legs. “You worry about me? Well, shouldn’t I be so lucky.” He chuckled and reached over, taking one of Chanyeol’s hands and holding onto it, comparing hand sizes and just trying to find a reason to hold on. 

As Caden bumbles on and grabs his hand, Chanyeol expertly drives one-handed as he merges into traffic, a small, amused smile on his face. Of course, his hand dwarfs Caden’s, fingers long and palm broad, and he allows Caden to do as he pleases with it. Heck, if Caden just wants to hold hands, Chanyeol would be ok with that. Caden is so sweet; Chanyeol loves catering to him. “Of course I worry about you. I might look like enough to get mugged, but you look cute enough to be kidnapped,” he says, honestly. He’s surprised no one has tried. Caden’s small frame and his sweet face are an amber alert waiting to happen.

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acebaek:

A honeymoon to plan. It had slipped his mind completely after the mention of it prior in the afternoon. They’d still been married for less than a day, and it was still fresh in Baekhyun’s mind– snapping at Chanyeol at the altar; throwing bills to the ground (he wondered idly how much he’d actually spent in the process– he should check his wallet, later). He didn’t even think about it: honeymoons. It’d be he and Chanyeol alone in God-knows-where together and oh. Oh. Okay– (that was kind of a nice thought). 

“I’ll never know, hmm?” he questioned, eyes twinkling with amusement, “What you plan on doing with the information you get from me,” he laughed behind his hand. Either way… I’m trying to sweep you off your feet. Oh, Chanyeol was so cute. “Sweeping me off my feet? Physically picking me up may give you a better shot at that,” Baekhyun teased, winking playfully at the taller man. But, he’s obviously joking. Chanyeol was charming enough to do it without the effort, but he the effort itself meant so much to Baekhyun– and effort despite it being an arranged marriage? Oh, dear.

“But, you’re charming. I’ll give you that.” A small smile danced across his lips at the admission of the statement and he hid behind his hands after the remark.

“Well, you see-- I’ve already done that,” he says with a grin. Picked you up off of your feet, he means. “So I would say I’m about halfway there, right?” he says with a little laugh, before stabbing another mushroom. He holds it across the table towards your lips, his eyes warm, playful and affectionate -- dangerous, probably. This is all dangerous, he thinks; alcohol and good food and beautiful company-- not only just that, but company he’ll keep for the rest of forever. And it’s so easy to get caught up in the now, to forget that one day they’ll grow old and unattractive, but Chanyeol thinks that he loves Baekhyun’s eyes already, and eyes are the one thing that stay youthful and beautiful forever, until the last time they close.

Definitely dangerous.

“I’m glad you think I’m charming,” he says with a little chuckle. “I’d be a sinking ship, otherwise.” Honestly, if Baekhyun had said ‘eat shit and die’ Chanyeol would probably take it to heart. But he’s happy that he’s hearing compliments from his husband -- it’s important, to him, as silly as it seems... to want to get along with his arranged husband. It’s a perk, honestly, that Baekhyun is good looking -- but the greatest benefit of this all is that, despite their huge blowup this morning after exchanging vows, the pair of them are getting along, and Baekhyun actually has... a really cute personality.

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claimed-souls:

A pleased, coy smile comes to his lips when he hears Chanyeol’s surprised grunt. Excellent. He knows, he just knows Chanyeol will be sitting there, air heady with the scent of his arousal, attempting to stave off problem. Good, it only leads into what he’s going to say next. 

“Don’t worry, Mister Park…you can have me for dessert~” he promises, voice sultry. He hears footsteps approaching, and he knows the elder must be watching. Glancing over his shoulder, Hoon flashes Chanyeol a shy little smile, as if what he said before hadn’t happened at all, “I’m okay~ You just stand there and ogle.” 

His tone is teasing, and he’s washing up lettuce, carrots, basil, cilantro. He moves easily throughout the kitchen, chopping up the veggies, setting them aside. He cooks the shrimp after halving them, quickly boiling the pho noodles and arranging all of his materials upon the cutting board. 

Taking a round of rice paper, he dips it in warm water, assembling the pho, veggies, and shrimp and rolling everything up like a sushi. Taking some of the leftover herbs, he whips up a quick pho noodle soup, complete with cuts of beef and a sprinkling of sautteed onions. Soon enough, he’s got enough food for the both of them, dishes full of fish sauce and peanut sauce sitting on the side. 

He turns around, wipes his hands on a towel, and smiles, “Dinner’s ready!” 

In agreeing to have Hoon for the whole week, and possibly for longer in the future, Chanyeol knew (vaguely) what he was getting into. However, it seems that in waking up from their nap, Hoon has a renewed sense of vigor, and purpose. The soft innuendos, the flirty looks -- the flicks of his tail, the flutter of his lashes. Chanyeol’s fingers flex under his biceps, a physical effort to keep himself in check, even with his dark gaze trailing over Hoon’s frame as he flits around the kitchen and prepares tonight’s meal like some sort of celebrity chef.

When everything is said and done and the food is on the table, Chanyeol walks forward. He’s got his arousal under control (his cock is now mostly soft, even if arousal still zings through his veins in short increments), and as he sits down at the head of the table, he looks over the food. Having Hoon for dessert is definitely an option he’ll consider, but right now all of this looks... amazing.

“I still can’t believe you’re such a good cook,” he says, honestly. “Where do you find the time to learn? I can’t imagine that with your busy schedule you can practice too often.”