first of all, how are u today? I hope u had a good day <3
I wanted to see if it was posible for u to write more poly chenji texts but with a twist... I recently read an au where it was a poly relationship between them and winter from aespa (it was a secondary story, the main one was renmin)
So i wanted to request that with the reader!! Idk, if u dont want to write for other groups, or simply dont like the idea/dont want to do it, then only chenji is alright !! (Ofc you are not forced to do either, just an idea <3)
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chenji x reader (platonic), wc: 982, mostly humor, came from this request, I’m not sure where in the depths of my goblin brain this came from but here we are
You should have known baking with your two best friends was a bad idea.
You, Chenle, and Jisung couldn't even be in the same room together for more than five minutes before someone was screaming and there was something all over the floor.
But they had been so excited when you said you were baking Christmas cookies, and with both of them giving you those big puppy eyes, how could you ever say no?
“Oh shoot the butter was supposed to be softened already but I forgot to get it out!”
You pouted down at the sheet in front of you but Chenle just smiled.
You pouted down at the sheet in front of you but Chenle just smiled.
“Don’t worry bestie I got you,” he spoke as he grabbed the stick of butter and shoved it down his apron.
“What are you doing?” You laughed at the rectangle sticking out of his chest, “you look like an idiot.”
“I’m just being a good sous chef and you’re insulting me, this is the last time I help you,” he fires back.
Jisung rejoins the two of you at the table after setting down the ingredients he had grabbed from the pantry.
He took in the sight of Chenle and tried to keep in a laugh, failing miserably much to his best friends dismay.
“I’m BEING HELPFUL, jeez why is everyone so ungrateful today?!”
“I’m sorry Lele, your service is appreciated, you just look silly doing it.” You apologize and it seems to satisfy him.
“We could measure the other stuff while we wait, so you want to pack the brown sugar?”
“Pack it? It’s brown sugar, what does it need packed? Where is it going?”
You can’t tell if Jisung is joking or not, and you give him an unsure smile as you explain just in case.
“No like push it down into the measuring cup to make sure it’s full, it’s what makes it hold the shape of the measuring cup when you dump it.”
“What if the cup was dog shaped? Would I have dog shaped brown sugar?”
“Well yeah, but I don’t think they make dog shaped measuring cups.”
“They actually probably do!” Chenle interjects from his spot next to you.
“Okay well I don’t have any so it’ll just be normal cup shaped.”
“We should make it Chenle shaped!”
Jisung agrees with his friends statement before bringing the bag to his friends face.
“Wait how do you pack brown sugar?”
You should have seen it coming. You should have known what was going to happen if you told them, but you were blind and told them anyway.
“You just press the sugar into the thing.”
And with that, Jisung shoved the bag of brown sugar into Chenle’s face.
“I- what are you doing,” you whine out, knowing fully well that you were not going to get anything done with these two around.
“Making Chenle shaped brown sugar.”
You watch ad Jisung holds the bag up for a little longer before going, “wait my arms are gonna get tired, here.”
He guided Chenle to the counter, setting the bag down with his friends face still in it.
“This is gonna be so cool!” Jisung cheers, and Chenle pumps his fist in the air to show agreement.
“I kinda want to make one too!!”
Jisung scans the counter for something to make a him mold with, and his eyes land on the regular sugar.
It’s in a paper bag so he can’t go through the layer like Chenle can, and you can see the gears turning in his head.
You don’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t for Jisung to open the bag of sugar and shove his face directly into the granules.
“JISUNG NO THATS NOT-”
The young boy lifts his head from the bag, sputtering and shedding sugar from his face.
Chenle had removed his face from the brown sugar just in time to witness the whole scene, and his loud laughter echoed throughout the kitchen.
“WHY DIDNT YOU WARN ME YN” Jisung yells out, blowing sugar out of his nostrils, and you and Chenle are both laughing so hard you’re about to fall over.
“I tried,” you managed to get the words out between your giggles, “I thought you had at least one brain cell, but apparently I was wrong.”
Jisung whined again and Chenle joined in.
“Dude what did you expect to happen?”
By now there’s sugar all over the floor, the bag of brown sugar is holding the shape of Chenle’s face, and the room is so loud with laughing and screaming that you can’t even understand the words anymore.
Jisung looks down and noticed the sugar all over his clothes, launching into another string of complaints against his two best friends, and you remind him that it wouldn’t have happened if he wore the apron you offered him (or just didn’t shove his face in sugar).
“I’m not wearing that apron it’s ugly!!”
“What do you mean Sung, it’s so cute!!”
He holds up the article of clothing, the front reading “Mr Good Lookin is Cookin”, as stares at it in disgust.
Chenle looks down at the pink “kiss the cook” apron he had on over his Gucci jacket.
“I mean we can trade if you want.”
“Absolutely not!”
The three of you spend the rest of the night yelling and joking with each other, and the cookies never do get made.
But on Christmas morning you wake up to a set of dog shaped measuring spoons and your very own ugly apron, complete with a shirtless and tatted up Santa and the words “there’s some ho’s in this house” scrawled across the front.
Your best friends were a disaster, that’s for sure, but they were your disasters.
[1:07] "Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me — wHAT THE HELL, ZHONG?!", you glare at Chenle who jumped on your back, currently laughing.
"What are we watching?", he moved next to you, arms slinged on your shoulders. You look at him, annoyed.
"You're officially uninvited. I'm calling the others back and tell them movies is cancelled because the great Zhong Chenle is annoying."
"What? You'd rather hang out with Jeno hyung than me and Jisung?", he sends you a disgusted look and you make a face at him before turning to the other boy.
Jisung sits on your other side, laughing too with popcorn in hands, "You're not that bad of a singer", he says with a blush.
"Of course, Moon Taeil raised me", you say playfully and Jisung stares at you. Not satisfied with the reaction you got out of him, you pout, "Fine, I was lying. It was actually Doyoung."
This time, Chenle stared at you and suddenly shoves popcorn up your mouth, "Eat. Just eat and shut up. Anyway why are we watching this boring movie when we could've been watching Kingsman?"
"WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TODAY?", you ask and he just laughs at you, hugging you close while giggling, "Y/N I was just joking~~ you're just so cute when you're angry~~", he says.
You roll your eyes, "Well you better not stop cuddling me or I'm gonna be real freaking adorable."
Jisung clears his throat, "Uhm, I'm starting to feel a little left out."
You laugh at him and both you and Chenle tackles him down, the three of you laughing hysterically. Soon enough, you three end up cuddling as you guys sit on the floor because you realize it's much better there, and only then you feel contented.
Maybe this is where you belong to. Under warm blankets, in between your best friends, the cheesiest rom-coms playing on the TV, the room smelling of popcorn. All of that makes the perfect hang out day for the three of you but deep inside you, you know that what makes it so perfect is not how you're spending the day, but rather who you are spending it with.
A pleasant feeling bubbles in your chest and you close your eyes, hoping that tomorrow, the next day, the day after that and the next many years, you three can still spend days like this — peaceful, wordless, but not any less comforting ; something aching like home.
