"I just want to try something..."
Pulling them into a slow dance
Junmyeon isn't someone new in Chanyeol's life, no wonder the small male knows how to navigate himself around his house, even in his shop and even in his mother's coffee shop at times where they both find themselves reminiscing the days where they're both too keen on stupidity. He was his college buddy and without him, Chanyeol may have been stuck in college for a year or more just because he hates his English subject. It's not the subject that he hates, it's actually the professor and this is why after the talk that they had the other night, about what happened and why their friendship suddenly lost its spark, he vows to himself that he will never let it happen again.
To think that he was supposed to protect the latter and vise versa made him guilty because he knows that he's only thinking of himself and he can't seem to protect him after the long feud that they had as friends but he's glad to be back in his life as the other is back on his. He sees Junmyeon walking around his living room, reciting the things that he will do in class the day prior to that moment; he already skipped a class today and Chanyeol will make sure that he will never skip one again because what does a professor mean if he won't teach the class he's designated to teach? It's absurd, in his opinion, really, because he never thought that Junmyeon is a man of his words--he always had been, back in college but as they drift further and further away from each other, he can't seem to know the point of the man's living, until he told him about his dream of becoming a professor, even after all that happened to him.
Slightly confused and baffled at the actions that the other pull--Junmyeon looked at him for a moment or two before he tucks that smug grin on his lips as he walks to where Chanyeol is, forcing him to place his coffee down on the table with his brows furrowing because what in the world is he up to now? "I just want to try something..." he says while he keeps both of his arms around Chanyeol's neck and he thinks that he's getting a grip and an idea of what he wants to happen.
The taller male slowly wraps an arm around his petite waist, for a man, he has a tiny body and he likes it nonetheless, he could lift him up and throw him around in different places and yet of course, Junmyeon knows that he will never do anything forceful--both of them know how delicate Chanyeol handles everyone, with a simple touch, gentle caress and now they're slowly swaying to the beat inside the blonde's head. Whatever Junmyeon is thinking right now, it's none of Chanyeol's business but he should just enjoy the moment. He leans his head closer, resting it upon the smaller man's head to rest his cheek on top of his head, eyes falling shut as he imagines what it would be like if they really would go out on a dance party, a slow one like this; it's endearing and sweet, in his opinion.
❝Don't you have papers to do, Professor?❞ ❝Slacking off again, aren't we?❞