{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis","title":"ei ninja, pra qu\u00ea isso?","subtitle":"line \u03df","author":{"name":"line \u03df"},"link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"service.feed","type":"application\/x.atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom","title":"ei ninja, pra qu\u00ea isso?"}}],"updated":"2016-11-28T18:31:51Z","entry":[{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:20759","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/20759.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=20759"}}],"title":"Unexpected Situations and How to Face Them","published":"2016-11-28T18:31:51Z","updated":"2016-11-28T18:31:51Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"ao3"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"krisbaek"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"exordium 2016"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> Unexpected Situations and How to Face Them
Pairing:<\/b> Kris\/Baekhyun, side Chanyeol\/Kyungsoo, Chen\/Sehun
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Warnings:<\/b> ABO dynamics, Underage Sex, Age Difference (the difference is of 5 years), Heat, Mpreg, Self-Lubrication, Knotting, Orphans, Slight social issues
Word count:<\/b> 60,826 words
Summary:<\/b> Baekhyun has a plan for his life. One that doesn't include street alpha Yifan.
Notes:<\/b> Finally crossposting my exordium fic. FINALLY. It only took me 3 months. See ao3 entry for all notes regarding the story.

Read on ao3<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:20610","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/20610.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=20610"}}],"title":"Baekxing Week (2\/2)","published":"2016-06-18T02:28:59Z","updated":"2016-06-18T02:28:59Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"baekxing week"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"baekxing"}}],"content":"{part 1}<\/a>

tuesday - strategy<\/b> \/ 631 \/ domestic, baby jongin


\u201cCome on, Jongin,\u201d Yixing pleads, watching his son shake his head vigorously. He\u2019s been trying to feed Jongin for the past hour, and the toddler has decided that he won\u2019t eat a bite before playing with Chanyeol. \u201cYou can play with Chanyeol after you eat, how about that?\u201d

Jongin\u2019s lower lip trembles and Yixing\u2019s eyebrows shoot up in alarm. No, not another crying fit. Quick, what can distract a three-year-old? Looking around, Yixing finds his husband sitting at the kitchen counter, laptop open as he furiously types.

\u201cBaek, baby, can you please get Jongin\u2019s penguin toy upstairs?\u201d Yixing whines. Uselessly, he might say.

Baekhyun snorts. \u201cI had him yesterday, and did I ask anything from you?\u201d

Of course. As if he knows exactly when to act Jongin starts crying, and Yixing sighs, resting the plate on the table and patting his son\u2019s head. \u201cI\u2019ll be right back, ok? I\u2019ll get your friend, Jonginnie, just stop crying please god help me.\u201d

He rushes upstairs (tripping over his own feet, it\u2019s important to add), bursting into Jongin\u2019s room, searching for the stupid toy. He finds it on a shelf and wastes no time, grabbing the damn thing before tripping all the way downstairs.

\u201cHere, here! Mr. Penguin!\u201d Yixing shakes the toy in front of Jongin, watching his son\u2019s crying halt immediately. Jongin reaches for the toy, distracted from the lack of his best friend around. Perhaps\u2026 Perhaps with Mr. Penguin Yixing would be able to feed him? \u201cWhat do you say, Mr. Penguin, should Jonginnie eat something?\u201d Using a thin voice, Yixing impersonates the toy, \u201cYes, he totally should.\u201d

Jongin will have none of it. Sighing, Yixing approaches Baekhyun, dropping his chin on his husband\u2019s shoulder in the most defeated way possible. \u201cHe won\u2019t eat.\u201d

Baekhyun hums above the sound of his fingers hitting the keyboard. \u201cThen you better figure something out pretty quick.\u201d

\u201cYou could at least teach me how you\u2019ve been making him eat, the trick with the penguin doesn\u2019t work.\u201d when Baekhyun simply snorts, Yixing frowns in annoyance. \u201cDon\u2019t keep it to yourself just so Jongin will have you as a favorite!\u201d

His husband gasps, turning around to face him. He can\u2019t even pretend that wasn\u2019t his intention. \u201cWhat! I don\u2019t! That\u2019s not what I\u2019m doing!\u201d

Yixing holds his gaze for a while, and it\u2019s enough to break him. Baekhyun bursts in laughter, drawing him in for a few nursing pecks. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, I\u2019ll stop being selfish.\u201d Yixing\u2019s husband hops off the counter seat and leads him back to where their son is still distracted by the penguin toy. Baekhyun takes Yixing\u2019s previous seat in front of Jongin. \u201cMmmmmm is Jonginnie hungry? I think he\u2019s hungry.\u201d

The toddler frowns, at least making the courtesy of giving Baekhyun some attention. \u201cLet\u2019s eat, Jonginnie?\u201d it happens quite fast. While collecting Jongin\u2019s discarded little food bowl, Baekhyun starts singing. He does it quietly, humming the melody of the song before actually saying the words. Yixing knows that song, it was very popular during the 90\u2019s and early 00\u2019s, he remembers listening to it.

Jongin is completely entranced. He watches Baekhyun sing as if he\u2019s watching superman flying above the clouds. He\u2019s so impressed that his mouth hangs open, and that\u2019s when Baekhyun strikes. He feeds Jongin the soup that\u2019s probably gone cold by now, and the toddler doesn\u2019t even realize he\u2019s eating.

Baekhyun\u2019s beautiful voice sings the whole song, and well look at that, Jongin finishes the carrot soup.

\u201cCan you do that<\/i>?\u201d Yixing\u2019s husband asks challengingly, pushing the empty bowl into his hands.

As Baekhyun catwalks his way back to the counter, Yixing narrows his eyes and thinks that yes, that was a good move. Maybe he can enchant Jongin by playing his guitar? Yes. Yes, he\u2019s definitely going to try that.
<\/a>

wednesday - impatient<\/b> \/ 782 \/ high school secret boyfriends


It takes Baekhyun a few minutes to get rid of Seulgi. The girl just won't stop talking about the totally offensive prank Taemin pulled on Soojung omg you should have seen her face, makeup was running from all her pores and I know for a fact she uses Dior base, that should have cost her some money--<\/i>

It\u2019s not that Baekhyun doesn\u2019t care about her rambling, it\u2019s just that he\u2019s very late today. He was supposed to be on the school\u2019s rooftop by 2PM, and it's 2:23 when she gets finally distracted by a very unhappy Soojung requesting her comfort. Baekhyun nearly pushes her towards the other and rushes to the rooftop.

The sound of a basketball thudding against the hard ground is the first thing he hears upon arriving at his destination. Yixing\u2019s form soon comes into view, still wearing his practice attire -- black shorts and a sleeveless white shirt -- along with the snapback hiding his messy hair. Something tugs at Baekhyun\u2019s heart (hopelessness, perhaps), and he watches Yixing for a few seconds, a smile threatening to take over his face.

When the other notices him, his eyebrows arch high. \u201cOh, I didn\u2019t see you there.\u201d

Baekhyun snorts, approaching him. \u201cOf course, you couldn\u2019t take your eyes off that ball. Say, Yixing, do you like it better?\u201d

Yixing rolls his eyes, letting the ball bounce freely away from them as he yanks Baekhyun closer by the waist. Baekhyun yelps in surprise, his stomach fluttering at how close their faces are. Yixing is wet and sweaty and kinda stinky but Baekhyun doesn\u2019t really mind. Beads of sweat roll down Yixing\u2019s face, and he wipes them with his thumbs.

\u201cIrene asked me out today,\u201d Yixing relates, eyes glued to Baekhyun\u2019s. It feels like a challenge.

\u201cOh, did she?\u201d Baekhyun lowers his eyes, busying himself with picking at the collar of Yixing\u2019s shirt.

The other hums, the arms around Baekhyun tightening and bringing them even closer. \u201cI told her I couldn\u2019t date her. Not when this other person took over my mind and my heart.\u201d

Baekhyun scoffs, unable to refrain from mocking him. That\u2019s so characteristically Yixing it\u2019s even funny. \u201cYou\u2019re so embarrassing.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m being honest.\u201d Yixing leans over and nips at Baekhyun\u2019s earlobe, nosing his way down to his neck and inhaling<\/i>. Baekhyun probably smells like tiredness and a whole day of boring classes. \u201cIf we could just tell them\u2026\u201d

Ah, yes. That. Baekhyun removes Yixing\u2019s snapback, letting it fall to the ground before running a hand through the other\u2019s wild hair. He pets him for a while, lifting Yixing\u2019s face from his neck eventually. \u201cGraduation is in a few months.\u201d

Heaving a long sigh, Yixing stands straighter, his hands gently rubbing on Baekhyun\u2019s back over his shirt. \u201cI know. I\u2019m impatient.\u201d

Affection floods his senses. Baekhyun smiles, planting a kiss on Yixing\u2019s lips. He\u2019s so sweet, so considerate, so honest. Many reasons made Baekhyun fall maddeningly in love with him, and every day Yixing gives him new reasons to stay<\/i> very much in love. It\u2019s like he\u2019s tied a rope around Baekhyun and just refuses to let go. Baekhyun also doesn\u2019t mind being tied like this.

\u201cDid you look at those links I sent to your email?\u201d Baekhyun asks in between smooth kisses. Yixing has his eyes closed, clearly basking in Baekhyun\u2019s company. Makes him want to chuckle. \u201cI found some really good apartments.\u201d

\u201cSorry,\u201d Yixing mumbles, not really paying attention to anything but Baekhyun\u2019s lips. \u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d

\u201cI sent those over a week ago! Do you not want to move in together, is that the problem?\u201d Baekhyun inquires jokingly. He knows Yixing wants to move in together after graduation, he\u2019s just a little forgetful.

\u201cOf course I want!\u201d the other boy opens his eyes widely, leaning back to face Baekhyun. Yixing\u2019s arms slack against his waist, and Baekhyun wraps his own arms around Yixing\u2019s neck, refusing to disentangle. \u201cI just forgot.\u201d

\u201cI know silly, I\u2019m just teasing you.\u201d he laughs, pulling gently at the small hairs on the back of Yixing\u2019s neck.

Yixing snorts, \u201cDon\u2019t tease. Kiss.\u201d And closes the distance between them.

Kiss is all they do at the rooftop. Kissing and talking about the things they can\u2019t say in front of their friends. He knows they have to wait until they\u2019ve graduated, but Baekhyun sometimes catches himself feeling angry about not being able to kiss and talk to Yixing in public they way he wants. It\u2019s\u2026 Pretty annoying. But then he remembers they only have a few months left to endure. And besides, no one can see them in the confines of Yixing\u2019s bedroom.

Just a few months more, Baekhyun repeats to himself. Just a few months more.
<\/a>

thursday - unspoken<\/b> \/ 1,917 \/ hate-love, yixing being dumb, rich boy baekhyun, salary man yixing


He<\/i> is dressed in tight black pants today. An untucked white dress shirt with golden buttons, shiny shoes. Yixing has no doubt the whole outfit costs more than what he makes in a year. Not counting his hair styling, of course. That man probably uses the products Yixing scoffs at for being unnecessarily expensive. All the ostentation. And for what? It doesn't matter how well dressed he is, or how pretty his face is. Byun Baekhyun isn't worth the sole of Yixing's worn out shoes.

To be honest, the whole Byun family is garbage. Corporate wolves and unburdened socialites strolling around Yixing's city as if they own it. As if every other citizen is below them. So full of themselves, acting recklessly for their own benefits. Yixing can't stand them. Even less after their patriarch announced Byun Global's plans of tearing down the old library building to erect a shopping mall in its place. That library holds a special place in Yixing's heart and the hearts of many others in town. It's a historical construction, having existed for more than 200 years. Demolishing it to build another pathetic shopping mall makes no sense at all.

Even though he knew it wouldn't make a difference, Yixing and his friends protested in front of the library, raising banners and shouting against Byun Global. Their turmoil attracted attention from media outlets that labeled Byun Global as \"cunning, and disrespectful to the city's history\". It was still all for nothing. The demolition is happening.

And here he is. Posh and clean, the keys to his brilliant Porsche hanging from his fingers. The devil himself, walking in the direction of Yixing's cubicle and succeeding in making his heart skip a beat. Seriously, they need<\/i> to stop allowing anyone up here. It's an open office space, but it doesn't need to be open to just everyone. In a weak attempt to ignore the rapidly approaching man, Yixing pretends to be scribbling something down, eyebrows knitted to fake concentration.

\"Morning, Yixing.\" chirps Byun Baekhyun. He sounds unbelievably positive for someone who's been shot down at least fourteen times now. Yixing refuses to reply, continuing to write down the lyrics to Sixpence None the Richer's Kiss Me as butterflies flutter unceasingly in his stomach. \"Are you busy?\"

I'm in my workspace, what do you think I'm doing?<\/i> He doesn't say it. Yixing simply ignores him, not even giving Baekhyun the satisfaction of a second glance. It takes a lot of willpower.

\"Do you have plans for lunch?\" Insists the other. \"I've been wanting to try that new Japanese place--\"

Sighing loudly, Yixing slams his pen on his desk, the noise startling the one standing next to him. \"What makes you think,\" he says, finally facing Baekhyun. \"That I still want to go out with you?\" He gives the man a few seconds to process, or maybe retort, but Baekhyun blinks at him as if caught unguarded. Yixing continues, his heart beating wildly fast, \"I've been refusing your invites for what? Two weeks now? I can't be any clearer than that. We're done.\"

Baekhyun looks around, probably taking in all the looks that Yixing's voice attracted, and blushes. He lowers his eyes for a brief moment, meeting Yixing's right after. \"All you had to do was ask me to stop coming.\"

\"I never even asked you to come in the first place!\"

That seems to do it for him. Baekhyun squints at him, anger taking over his face. He shoots Yixing a nasty glare before turning on his heels and marching out of the office. People stare at him, and Yixing tries hard to convince himself that the image of Baekhyun walking away doesn't bother him the least.

--

The first time Yixing saw Baekhyun was on a Saturday night, at the club Minseok bartends at. He's not an avid visitor, Yixing just pops in whenever he's feeling bored (or horny). That night he was definitely horny.

Baekhyun looked like the perfect specimen. Tight white pants and a loose long sleeved shirt with such a wide collar that his collarbones were exposed. Yixing's mouth watered. He approached Baekhyun with confidence, taking a seat next to him by the counter.

\"Hi.\" Yixing offered, paired with a tiny smile he liked to think of as seductive.

It probably made his point across. Baekhyun returned the smile, greeting him back, \"Hi yourself.\"

\"Are you drinking anything?\" Yixing asked, gesturing for one of the bartenders.

\"Just sparkling water,\" he shook the tall glass halfway filled with water. \"But I'm ready for something else if you have a suggestion.\"

An hour (or two) of talk plus a couple doses of whiskey resulted in Yixing and Baekhyun riding a cab to Baekhyun's place, mouths attached and hands all over each other. Baekhyun's lips were so soft and juicy that Yixing could not stop kissing him, completely ignoring the driver's requests for directions. Baekhyun would do his best, parting the kiss to wheeze some explanations as Yixing kissed his throat and licked his neck. They were so hot for each other that Yixing barely realized the fancy apartment building the driver dropped them at. He had a quick elevator ride to wonder about Baekhyun's financial status before he was being pushed onto a bed and climbed with purpose.

Before their first encounter, Yixing would meet Baekhyun almost every day for a month. The other man seemed to be always free, showing up at Yixing's office unannounced to give him a ride home, bringing him take out, being available whenever Yixing summoned him. The fact that Baekhyun drives a Porsche and lives in a penthouse used to irk his curiosity. The man never told him the source of his wealth, and Yixing never asked him - even though he was dying to know.

It was Luhan who finally told him when Baekhyun came upstairs to the open office space at the greeting cards company Yixing works for. He came to drop the iPod Yixing had forgotten at his place, and right after he left, his cubicle neighbor pushed his chair into Yixing's space and whispered:

\"You're dating Byun Baekhyun?!\"

Yixing frowned, \"Byun?\" His stomach dropped. \"As in Byun Global?\"

Luhan rolled his eyes. \"Are you dumb? His face is all over the \"Events\" section of the local newspaper every Sunday\"

Come to think of it Yixing was kind of dumb not to realize who Baekhyun really was. All the high-end clothes, and high-end furniture, and high-end life in general. Baekhyun drives a freaking Porsche, for crying out loud. To his credit, Baekhyun did a good job hiding it. There isn't a single family picture anywhere in his apartment or evidence of his ties to the Byun name. Yixing's efforts in trying to keep their relationship a casual and 'no-strings-attached' one also play its role, since he always avoided discussing intimate details of his life with Baekhyun.

Yixing's first thought was to not judge him by his family. So far Baekhyun had been a perfectly ok human being, not acting like the king of the world or tearing down old buildings. Being a Byun didn't mean that he had to be shitty like the rest of his family.

Then it happened. The announcement of the freaking shopping mall. Byun Global held a press conference to relay the project and how many jobs it would generate and all that crap. And Baekhyun was there next to his father. Yixing saw him on TV, standing there as a representative of Byun Global, supporting everything his father was saying.

Yixing felt betrayed. They never discussed their families or anything, but part of Yixing (the part that hated Byun Global), felt as if Baekhyun hadn't been totally honest.

Then he assembled all his friends, protested against Byun Global, and deleted Baekhyun's number from his contacts. That was two weeks ago.

--

If Yixing says he doesn't miss the softness of Baekhyun's mouth on his or the warmness of his hands, he's being a bitch ass liar. He spent a whole month in Baekhyun's constant company after all. To be completely honest, as time passes he realizes he's not even that pissed. It bothers him that Baekhyun's father is the anti-christ and that Baekhyun himself was there<\/i> with him at that press conference. It bothers him a lot more that just two weeks ago he would have been cuddling in bed with a cute guy who probably liked him. His stupid, silly pride. With the way he acted back at the office Yixing won't be surprised if Baekhyun never looks for him again.

He soon learns he's actually wrong. It's a Saturday and Yixing is getting ready for a whole day of Netflix and junk food when he<\/i> shows up. Wearing sweatpants and an old Pokemon t-shirt, Baekhyun is the least posh Yixing has even seen him.

Out of pride, he almost shuts the door in Baekhyun's face. Instead, he asks, \"What are you doing here?\"

Baekhyun wears a determined look on his face, \"Do you hate me because of my last name?\"

So he knows. He knows the reason why Yixing decided to step away. Crossing his arms on his chest, he remains silent, challenging Baekhyun.

\"Is that it?\" when Baekhyun pushes him inside, closing the door behind them, Yixing makes no effort to stop him. \"You hate me because of my father?\"

\"I don't hate you.\"

Baekhyun snorts, \"Please. Everyone in your office saw the way you talked to me yesterday. If that wasn't hate, then I don't know what it is.\"

\"It wasn't hate, it was betrayal!\" Yixing shouts. \"You didn't tell me who you were when we met!\"

\"Because it didn't matter! You never cared about who I was. If it really did matter you would have asked. \" Baekhyun sighs, rubbing his palms on his face. He seems tired. \"You can't hold me accountable for my father's actions. I know you protested against the mall, and that the library means a lot to you, but I'm not the one tearing it down.\"

Regret tugs at Yixing's heart. \"I saw you at that press conference. Two weeks ago. You were standing next to your father, supporting him. You say I can't hold you accountable, that you're not him, but you'll spend the money profited from destroying historical patrimony!\"

Baekhyun seems lost. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Then, he flops onto Yixing's couch looking so young and confused. \"Yes, I spend his money. But I'm not evil,\" big, brown eyes look up searching for Yixing's, and he almost melts into a puddle right there in his living room. \"You might disagree with the way my family's company does things, but I don't work for them. And I'm not there demolishing your library. I was there because I was asked to be there. You said it yourself, I spend his money.\"

Yixing keeps silent, and Baekhyun sighs, standing from the couch. \"It\u2019s not like I cheated on you, if you had asked I would have told you. Don\u2019t pretend you suddenly dislike me, Yixing. The way you look at me proves otherwise.\u201d

Then, he walks past Yixing, towards the door. Yixing is static, unable to move or turn or glance at Baekhyun. His head is total chaos, Yixing feels like he\u2019s about to explode.

\u201cIf you change your mind about me, you know where I live.\u201d Are Baekhyun\u2019s last words before he leaves through the door, the sound of it shutting behind him echoing in Yixing\u2019s mind.
<\/a>

don't kill me pls. and thanks for reading lol<\/span>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:20230","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/20230.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=20230"}}],"title":"Baekxing Week (1\/2)","published":"2016-06-18T02:27:51Z","updated":"2016-06-18T02:29:35Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"baekxing week"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"baekxing"}}],"content":"Yes, I wrote seven baekxing fics. For no reason. Because baekxing assaulted me with feelings and mADE ME DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks to everyone who gave me ideas and supported this madness lol. You can read these at AO3<\/a>.

friday - energy<\/b> \/ 2,339 \/ dystopia, mama!au (big thanks to amy bro for helping me)



There\u2019s light. The faintest of lights, almost a blurred figure on the back of his lids. Feels like artificial light, but warms his face as if there were natural rays shining on him.

\u201cYixing.\u201d

The warm hand on his naked shoulder makes it evident that something is happening outside of the dream he was having. It was a good dream. He was by the ocean, and the water was a bright blue reflecting the daytime sky. The last time Yixing saw water like that he was five years old, sitting on his father\u2019s shoulders as they watched the drones projecting on the clear sky that week\u2019s list of deceased. It had been the week his sister\u2019s name came up.

\u201cYixing, look.\u201d

He groans, one hand flying to shield his eyes from the light. And then it intensifies, becoming impossible to ignore. Yixing slowly opens his eyes, rubbing sleep away from them. He props himself on his elbows, one of the faces he\u2019s seen every day for the past five months coming into focus. A face that definitely wasn\u2019t sitting on his bed when Yixing went to sleep last night.

\u201cBaekhyun,\u201d his voice comes out rough. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d

The other scoots closer to him, both palms up and turned towards Yixing. \u201cIt\u2019s stronger, look.\u201d says Baekhyun. He looks excited, teeth pulling on his bottom lip as he stares holes into his hands.

Yixing knows what this is about. He sits up, and that is when it happens. It spreads from the tips of his fingers, taking over the whole expanse of his hands. Soon enough, Baekhyun\u2019s hands are as bright as a led panel. And suddenly brighter. So much brighter that Yixing hoods his eyes, face leaning back. It elicits a chuckle from the other.

\u201cSee? It got like this overnight. I woke up and went to check on it, you know, just to see if I still had it, and then it just blew out of me like I was fucking Havok.\u201d he excites, his soft hair flopping. As if realization dawned on him, Baekhyun\u2019s face falls. \u201cDo you think they know?\u201d

The light dims until it\u2019s completely out, and Yixing frowns. He shakes his head, collecting both of Baekhyun\u2019s hands in his by instinct. \u201cThere\u2019s no way they know about it. They don\u2019t even have our current location.\u201d

Naturally, Baekhyun\u2019s hands are warm. Blinking at Yixing, he quietly nods, lowering his eyes to the space between them on the mattress. \u201cI\u2019m just\u2026 After what happened to Jinri, I\u2019m just--\u201d

\u201cWhat happened to Jinri could have happened to any of us at the time, but not now. We\u2019re safe now, Baek, I promise.\u201d When the boy gives no sign of believing his words, Yixing pulls his hands a little closer to himself. Baekhyun looks up. \u201cI promise.\u201d



--



It happened before Yixing was even born. His father used to talk about it every day. Yixing and his sister would hear about how it was before the drones breached the atmosphere, before the Outsiders decided to suck every ounce of living energy existing on the planet. There used to be a lot of energy.

Just like every other being on the planet, Yixing was born with a purpose.

\u201cYour hands are very special,\u201d his father told him once. \u201cThey can mend what was broken. Give back what was lost.\u201d

He couldn\u2019t understand what it meant at first, but his sister took care of explaining. He saw her pick the neighbor\u2019s dog from the ground and, with a gentle touch of her hand, heal the animal\u2019s injured leg. \u201cThis is what we can do,\u201d she said. \u201cWe have it so we can help others.\u201d

They never really had a home. The Outsiders made sure of that. Along with small groups of people they were always moving, always traveling across old, deteriorated cities seeking a safe place the Outsiders wouldn\u2019t reach.

To this day, Yixing fails to remember how his sister disappeared. There had been a commotion at the camp they were staying at, and drones appeared out of nowhere. In the blink of an eye she was gone. His father and a couple other adults went looking for missing people, but they were never found. A couple days later when drones flew high to project the list of the deceased on the sky, her name came up.



Yixing was fifteen when someone finally figured out why the people were being taken. All those years the survivors had been moving from one spot to another, escaping the Outsiders, which intentions no one had a clue of. Many speculated they wanted land. Others figured they were after riches or natural products of the planet. It was only when the first person taken managed to return that their goal became clear.

It was a man. Shino, his name was. A member of the water clans. Even though his name was never announced on the lists, his family had believed him dead.

\u201cThey took it out,\u201d Yixing still remembers his bloodshot eyes and cracked lips. His pierced arms and bald head. \u201cMy energy. They took it all out.\u201d



After a while, Yixing stopped seeing the drones in the sky. It didn\u2019t mean people had stopped being captured. It just meant that they were doing a better job hiding.



--



\u201cJongin said they were keeping the dead inside this really big container,\u201d Sehun says later at breakfast.

\u201cIf I were Jongin I would be careful where I end up,\u201d Minseok advises. \u201cThere are stories of people like him who thought they were smarter than the \u2018Siders and never returned.\u201d

Sehun seems to take offense, \u201cNo \u2018Sider ever touched Jongin.\u201d

Sighing, the elder shakes his head in blatant disapproval. Sehun huffs petulantly. \u201cJust tell him to be careful.\u201d

Everything looks just the way it was the previous day. The facility is intact, people are alive, the systems are working. No signs of attacks during the night. Still, Baekhyun fidgets in his seat, legs bouncing and eyes constantly lowering to stare at his hands. Yixing touches his wrist, and the younger startles.

\u201cEasy,\u201d he chuckles. Baekhyun smiles, shaking his head.

\u201cSorry.\u201d

\u201cWhat\u2019s on your mind?\u201d

If he were anyone else Baekhyun would instantly shrug him off and stand up, escaping the question. He\u2019s not anyone else.

\u201cI know the place Sehun is talking about,\u201d he whispers. \u201cIt\u2019s there in their station. We passed the place when they took us to\u2026 That other room.\u201d Baekhyun faces Yixing, his eyes wide and lower lip trembling slightly. \u201cThere are a lot of dead people, Yixing.\u201d

Yixing squeezes his hand, thumb caressing his knuckles. Baekhyun sighs. \u201cYou got out. You survived, they can\u2019t hurt you anymore.\u201d

The younger frowns, \u201cThey took my powers out, Yixing. I still remember how painful it was. I wasn\u2019t supposed to have any.\u201d

\u201cMaybe they didn\u2019t take everything.\u201d

Baekhyun snorts. \u201cThat never happens.\u201d

He sits closer to the other, hand moving to touch Baekhyun\u2019s neck. \u201cIt happened to you,\u201d Yixing says. \u201cAnd you\u2019re ok.\u201d

\u201cPromise me,\u201d Baekhyun mutters, eyes downcast. \u201cThat you won\u2019t tell anyone about it coming back.\u201d

Yixing is about to chide him, but the scared and unsure look on Baekhyun\u2019s eyes stops him from doing anything other than press a long, reassuring kiss on the boy\u2019s cheek, brushing his hair away from his pretty face. \u201cDon\u2019t worry. You\u2019re safe.\u201d



--



The first time Yixing saw Byun Baekhyun, he was seventeen. He was fleeing from a horde of bots with Jongdae when something collided with him. Yixing lost focus amid all the chaos for a second, falling to the ground. He could hear Jongdae\u2019s desperate voice calling out to him, yelling that they had to leave the camp, the bots are coming<\/i>. Someone suddenly yanked him to his feet, and when his eyes regained focus, it was the face of Byun Baekhyun he saw, wide eyes and dirty cheeks.

\u201cCome on!\u201d the person he had never seen before yelled, and pulled him in such a haste Yixing almost lost balance. They followed Jongdae into the woods and ran.

Once they were safe, having found shelter inside what seemed to be an old convenience store, Yixing inquired Jongdae about supplies. They did<\/i> leave the camp without a single bag of fruits, or loaf of bread.

\u201cI have bread,\u201d Baekhyun said, opening his backpack and splitting one single loaf into two pieces. \u201cI was planning to leave first thing tomorrow.\u201d

Frowning, Yixing studied him. \u201cI don\u2019t remember seeing you around the camp.\u201d

Baekhyun glanced at him briefly before looking down at the loaves, wrapping his piece and putting it back in his bag. Chuckling, he said, \u201cI arrived a few hours ago. Needed some food. The people in your camp were really kind. I don\u2019t have much luck sometimes.\u201d

\u201cDo you have anyone?\u201d Jongdae asked, bowing in thanks for the bread as he received the other half handed by the other boy.

\u201cEveryone I ever knew was taken,\u201d Baekhyun shrugged, as if losing a loved one was a daily occurrence. \u201cWhen I find a nice place, I stay for a while. But I tend to walk around.\u201d

\u201cWhere are you headed now?\u201d Yixing inquired.

\u201cSouth.\u201d

Jongdae shook his head, \u201cWe\u2019re going north,\u201d he told Yixing. \u201cI heard about this underground facility\u2026 They say the bots can\u2019t go in because of a technology to block their signal. It\u2019s a fortress.\u201d

The tales of that so-called fortress were going around the campus for days, Yixing saw a few families gather their things and head north.

Baekhyun frowned. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing there. I came from the north, and all the camps were raided. It\u2019s a \u2018Sider territory now.\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s underground. The \u2018Siders can\u2019t find it.\u201d

It took him a while, but eventually, Baekhyun sighed. \u201cI came from the north. There\u2019s nothing there.\u201d He faced both Yixing and Jongdae with resolution. \u201cI\u2019m going south.\u201d

So they split. Baekhyun handed them a spare water bottle and shook their hands. Before he could turn around and walk his own path, Yixing held his arm.

\u201cThank you,\u201d he said, voice low. \u201cFor helping me back there at the camp.\u201d

Baekhyun smiled, his lips stretching in a way Yixing couldn\u2019t help but find pretty. It\u2019d been a long time since he last thought something was pretty. \u201cStay safe,\u201d Baekhyun said, and walked away.



They met again five months ago. Baekhyun was found by hunters from the facility on their way back. According to the people who brought him in, he was lying unconscious in the woods, stark naked. Yixing recognized him the moment he laid eyes on his face. He was bald, but that was definitely the boy who had helped him four years ago.

\u201cIsn\u2019t that\u2026\u201d Jongdae muttered. Yixing simply nodded. \u201cHe was taken.\u201d

\u201cHe\u2019s alive,\u201d Yixing said.

\u201cOne lucky bastard.\u201d



--



The nights used to be warmer before they gave Baekhyun his own room. Yixing would make space for the younger under his covers, and they would stare at the ceiling for a few hours, discussing how much time they had left to live. Sometimes Yixing would wake up with Baekhyun completely attached to him, sometimes he would seek the others\u2019 warmth in the middle of the night.

He misses it. It\u2019s been cold. Sometimes he wonders if asking them to give Baekhyun his own room was really a good idea. He thought he could use the privacy, but in the end, it\u2019s Yixing who wanders into Baekhyun\u2019s room searching for company.

He walks into Baekhyun\u2019s room, finding the other burrowed underneath his comforter. He isn\u2019t asleep, though. Baekhyun moves when he feels Yixing\u2019s weight sink the mattress a bit.

\u201cAre you lonely?\u201d Baekhyun asks, but doesn\u2019t wait for Yixing\u2019s response before lifting the covers in invitation.

\u201cI was cold,\u201d he says. It\u2019s half true.

Baekhyun chuckles, one hand immediately meeting with Yixing\u2019s waist, pulling him closer. He remains silent, only stares into Yixing\u2019s eyes. His irises shimmer, brightness radiating from him. When Yixing frowns, bothered by the light in his own eyes, Baekhyun smiles, and suddenly he\u2019s a lot closer.

\u201cYou didn\u2019t tell anyone, did you?\u201d he whispers. With their proximity, he doesn\u2019t need to speak louder. Baekhyun brushes Yixing\u2019s nose with his own, fingers tightening on the latter\u2019s waist.

\u201cI promised you,\u201d Yixing answers, but he can feel his brain slipping into autopilot. The warmth emanating from the one touching him, speaking so close to him, seems to have stolen his attention.

Baekhyun licks his lips (Yixing swears he does that on purpose), hand sliding upwards, settling on Yixing\u2019s chest.

\u201cThank you.\u201d

The way his lips circle the syllables in those words make Yixing\u2019s eyes drop to his mouth, and Baekhyun closes the distance between them with a gentle press of lips. Baekhyun\u2019s kiss feels like oxygen, like Yixing\u2019s been breathing carbon dioxide all this time. He inhales, wrapping his arms around the younger, bringing him that much closer.

\u201cI missed you,\u201d he whispers against Baekhyun\u2019s mouth, hands caressing his back, threading on his hair, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. Yixing just wants to touch him all over.

\u201cI thought you didn\u2019t want this anymore.\u201d He sounds almost unsure, and it forces Yixing to break the kiss, lean back a little to study the expression on Baekhyun\u2019s face.

\u201cI want you,\u201d he assures.

\u201cShow me you want me.\u201d

A heartbeat later their pants are lying on the ground. Baekhyun\u2019s beautiful, silky hair is a mess on the pillow, his pretty hand shoved into his mouth to muffle his moans. He looks so good like this, reacting to Yixing\u2019s every touch, to every jerk he gives his hard cock. When Baekhyun comes, Yixing leans over, watches his sweaty face up close. He doesn\u2019t think a most beautiful person exists in this wrecked world. Yixing brushes Baekhyun\u2019s wet bangs away from his face, and kisses him softly, intimately.

\u201cIf I had known this is what I\u2019d get, I would have come north with you four years ago,\u201d Baekhyun says, and Yixing chuckles, thinking that yes, there must be no one else like Baekhyun in the entire universe.
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saturday - tripping<\/b> \/ 1,992 \/ alcohol, and the dimension of the drunk people LOL



It\u2019s definitely Yixing\u2019s fault. If he hadn\u2019t convinced Baekhyun to get drunk they would never have started discussing occultism, thus, those dubious websites wouldn\u2019t have been found.

\u201cIt\u2019s actually Luhan\u2019s fault,\u201d Yixing says. He\u2019s a little wobbly, his hooded eyes indicating that his brain is still intoxicated. Perfect. \u201cHe was the one who wanted to look at that illuminati stuff\u2026\u201d A loud gasp, both of Yixing\u2019s hands clasping on his cheeks. \u201cDo you think Luhan realized we\u2019re gone?\u201d

Seriously.

Baekhyun inhales, \u201cOf course he realized we\u2019re gone. We were swallowed by tHE FUCKING COMPUTER!!!!!!!!!!\u201d

The other shrinks slightly and has the decency of looking a little guilty. \u201cI probably shouldn\u2019t have clicked that link...\u201d

Yes, a normal person would never google \u2018baphomet + illuminati\u2019 and click the link entitled \u201cLearn how to activate the secret dimension only known by the highest-ranked illuminati priests!\u201d. Baekhyun has married an idiot.

Finally having a chance to look around, Baekhyun inspects their surroundings. There\u2019s snow everywhere, and woods, and seriously this looks like a recording location for Game of Thrones. Besides snow and trees, there\u2019s nothing else in sight. Baekhyun inhales once more, closes his eyes, and counts to ten.

\u201cUh\u2026\u201d Yixing\u2019s voice interrupts his relaxation moment. \u201cBaby, shouldn\u2019t we be looking for help? Or, I don\u2019t know, another computer so we can get the fuck out of here?\u201d

Out of nowhere there\u2019s a loud bang, and smoke starts to emerge from thin air. Blue smoke. From the blue smoke walks out a man. Baekhyun takes a double look. \u201cDid you say get the fuck out of here?\u201d asks the man. He\u2019s short, and his mouth is somewhat kittenish, curling at the ends. Something tells Baekhyun not to trust him. \u201cThat\u2019s the password!!!\u201d

Yixing hums in confusion. Just for good measure, Baekhyun sneaks behind him. He has no clue who the hell is the Smoke Man, better not be too close. \u201cWhat password?\u201d Baekhyun\u2019s husband asks.

\u201cThe password to get the fuck out of here, of course.\u201d Smoke Man says as if they\u2019re both stupid. \u201cI am Jongdae and I will be your Dungeon Master.\u201d

\u201cWhat.\u201d

Jongdae -- the Dungeon Master -- rolls his eyes and crosses his arms on his chest. \u201cYou said you wanted to get the fuck out of here, and I will help you get the fuck out of here.\u201d

Baekhyun touches Yixing\u2019s shoulders, half of his face hidden behind his husband\u2019s head. \u201cWhat is this place?\u201d

Jongdae snorts, muttering unintelligible things before saying, \u201cThe Dimension Only Known By People Under The Effect of Illicit Substances, of course.\u201d

\u201cWait a second,\u201d Yixing, in all his drunken glory, walks right up Smoke Man\u2019s face. \u201cThe website said this was an illuminati dimension!\u201d

\u201cIlluminati? What?\u201d Jongdae puts a good distance between them and chuckles humorlessly. \u201cNot really. You just need to be hammered to end up here.\u201d

Yixing actually looks disappointed. \u201cSee, baby?\u201d he turns around to face Baekhyun. \u201cWe shouldn\u2019t trust what we read online.\u201d

\u201cSo, you wanna get the fuck out of here or not?\u201d the Dungeon Master seems to be losing his patience.

\u201cWhat should we do?\u201d Baekhyun asks.

\u201cWell, first you need to find the unicorn,\u201d Jongdae says matter-of-factly. \u201cIt\u2019s there in the woods, and it startles easily, so make sure you don\u2019t scare it away. You only have one chance of capturing it. If you fail, you\u2019re doomed to stay here forever.\u201d

\u201cIs that what happened to you?\u201d

\u201cThose little shits are really fast.\u201d Jongdae pouts.

Choosing not to question the validity of a unicorn (they were ~swallowed~ by a computer, after all), Baekhyun asks, \u201cAfter we capture the unicorn\u2026?\u201d

\u201cYou need to ride it. It will show you the way to the Dragon\u2019s lair. There, you will steal one egg.\u201d Jongdae yawns. \u201cSeriously folks, you need to start bringing pen and paper. Halfway through this quest, you forget all the steps and I need to keep popping everywhere to remind you the stuff.\u201d

\u201cIsn\u2019t that your job? You\u2019re the Dungeon Master.\u201d Yixing reminds him.

\u201cWell, the Dungeon Master disappears mid-instruction, have you forgotten?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019ve never seen that cartoon.\u201d

Baekhyun gasps. \u201cHas our marriage been a lie?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m sorry!\u201d his husband cries. \u201cI promise I will watch everything!\u201d

Yeah, he\u2019s not gonna believe that. Baekhyun approaches Jongdae and points back at Yixing. \u201cHe promised me he would create a League of Legends account and I\u2019m still waiting.\u201d

Jongdae snorts, \u201cThey never create the damn game account.\u201d clearing his throat, the Dungeon Master continues, \u201cSo, when you capture the egg, you\u2019re supposed to crack it. Once you crack it, you\u2019re out of here.\u201d

\u201cOk, so unicorn, ride the unicorn, steal the egg. Got it.\u201d

Jongdae waves them good luck and Yixing takes the lead, screaming to the wind about a pink unicorn he once dreamed of. Baekhyun considers never drinking again.




They find the unicorn. It\u2019s, surprisingly, pink. Its horn is rainbow colored, but pastel rainbow and its tail follows the same pattern. The unicorn\u2019s eyes are grey, and if Baekhyun\u2019s eyes are not deceiving him, that marvellous mythical animal is glittering.

\u201cIt\u2019s so beautiful,\u201d Yixing amazes, and he seems entranced by the unicorn. His feet start to move. Baekhyun realizes Yixing is walking towards the unicorn.

\u201cWait, don\u2019t do that,\u201d he whispers. \u201cDon\u2019t you remember what the guy said? They startle easily!\u201d

\u201cUnicorns like me, don\u2019t worry,\u201d Yixing says as if it\u2019s a well-accepted truth.

Baekhyun holds his breath as he watches his husband approach the horse-like animal. The unicorn doesn\u2019t seem to have realized someone is that close, and Baekhyun feels his throat pulsing in anxiety. Then, Yixing lifts a hand to touch it. Baekhyun bites his knuckles.

The unicorn doesn\u2019t even move when Yixing touches it. \u201cGood girl,\u201d he says. Baekhyun didn\u2019t even know it was female. \u201cGood girl. Yes, you\u2019re a good girl. A pretty girl.\u201d

His husband pets the unicorn\u2019s hair, giving it\u2019s neck a few gentle taps. The animal neighs. Yixing laughs, finally turning to look at Baekhyun. \u201cCome, she\u2019s nice.\u201d

Baekhyun swallows, taking a few tentative steps towards the unicorn. She neighs again.

Yixing shushes her, \u201cIt\u2019s ok, it\u2019s Baekhyun. He\u2019s a wonderful person. I love him very much.\u201d

A surge of affection for his husband invades Baekhyun, and he smiles at the silly man petting a mythical animal that\u2019s probably a figment of their imagination.

\u201cCome now, baby,\u201d Yixing tells him, and Baekhyun takes a few more steps. The unicorn remains silent, so he approaches her, sticking close to Yixing. \u201cNow, we need to ride you. Will you let us ride you, pretty girl?\u201d

Baekhyun blushes, his memory flashing images of one of their most recent nights together. \u201cI feel really uncomfortable hearing you say that to a unicorn.\u201d

Yixing laughs, facing Baekhyun. \u201cCome on, she\u2019ll let us ride.\u201d

\u201cStop saying it.\u201d




The Dragon\u2019s lair is really a massive cave. Big enough to fit a dragon.

\u201cDo you also have a mysterious ability to enchant dragons?\u201d Baekhyun asks his husband just for good measure. Who knows.

\u201cI\u2019m not a Dragon Whisperer, sadly.\u201d Yixing pouts, patting the unicorn\u2019s neck. \u201cThank you for bringing us here, girl. You may go now.\u201d

Neighing, the unicorn trots back into the woods, disappearing from their sight. Baekhyun watches the trail of glitter she left behind, and thinks he might actually keep that image in his mind.

\u201cSo, we need to steal a dragon\u2019s egg,\u201d Yixing says.

\u201cYou dickheads actually made it here.\u201d Baekhyun screams. Jongdae, a sudden appearance by his side, snorts. \u201cI\u2019m surprised.\u201d

\u201cDungeon Master!\u201d Yixing exclaims. \u201cCan we really go home after cracking the egg?\u201d

\u201cOh yeah,\u201d Jongdae shrugs. \u201cYou\u2019ll be home very soon. Unless the dragon eats both of \u2018ya.\u201d

Shit. Baekhyun hugs Yixing\u2019s arm. His husband caresses his hand. \u201cLet\u2019s just get the damn eggs.\u201d




When Jongdae talked about a dragon, Baekhyun honestly imagined Smaug flying overhead, among the clouds, spitting fire and destroying villages. Or at least something Drogon-sized. He stares at the ~dragon~, tilting his head to check if he\u2019s seeing clearly.

\u201cThis is a lizard.\u201d Baekhyun states.

\u201cIt\u2019s a dragon, but it\u2019s a small dragon,\u201d Yixing crouches in front of the dragon, who menacingly coughs a pathetic poof of fire at him. Yixing smiles. \u201cIt\u2019s cute! Look at it all dangerous trying to protect its lair.\u201d

There\u2019s something wrong with this whole situation. Baekhyun sees a dragon, a tiny dragon, and his husband bonding with it, but where are the eggs?

\u201cUh\u2026\u201d he looks around. \u201cYixing, I don\u2019t think this is the real dragon.\u201d

\u201cWhat are you talking about? It\u2019s in front of us.\u201d

\u201cWhere are the eggs, then?\u201d the more he thinks about it, the more he believes it. A shiver runs down his spine, and Baekhyun pulls Yixing to his feet. \u201cThis is not the real drag--\u201d

He never finishes the sentence. A deafening growl resonates from the far end of the cave, and the walls tremble. It\u2019s suddenly warm, and it keeps getting hotter, as if\u2026 It is approaching them.

Then he sees an explosion<\/i> tumbling towards them, yellow, red, and orange fire approaching at lightspeed. He doesn\u2019t even need to see it to know that\u2019s the real dragon<\/i>. Baekhyun yells. \u201cFUCK, RUN!\u201d

The fire is too close, he can feel the flames licking at his calves, and he\u2019s pretty sure he\u2019s going to die. Baekhyun holds Yixing\u2019s hand, knowing that at least he won\u2019t die by himself. He runs, and even if he can see the light at the end of the cave, the fire gets to them first.




AND THEN THERE\u2019S WATER ON HIS FACE. COLD. VERY MUCH WET WATER. Baekhyun wakes up with a jolt, gasping for air as he takes in his surroundings. It\u2019s his house. Next to him in a similar situation is his husband.

\u201cSee, I told you the water would wake them up.\u201d someone says; an oddly familiar voice. Baekhyun squints, looking at a face he shouldn\u2019t know.

\u201cDUNGEON MASTER!\u201d Yixing yells, wiping water from his face and standing up -- wobbling, to be accurate. \u201cYOU\u2019RE REAL!\u201d

\u201cWhat is he talking about?\u201d the man asks Luhan, who\u2019s standing next to him.

\u201cXing, this is Jongdae. I told you he was coming. He\u2019s a friend of mine.\u201d Luhan tells Yixing as if Baekhyun\u2019s husband was five years old. Then, the Chinese blonde looks at Jongdae, \u201cHe\u2019s just drunk.\u201d

\u201cBAEKHYUN!\u201d Yixing turns to him desperately, and Baekhyun doesn\u2019t know what to say. That man standing next to Luhan is indeed the man who walked out of blue smoke in The Dimension Only Known By People Under The Effect of Illicit Substances. \u201cTELL ME YOU REMEMBER!\u201d

They were clearly suffering from hallucinations, but the weird part is\u2026 How did they trip together? Was it love?

Baekhyun frowns, trying to stand up. He feels unusually fine after drinking so much. He helps Yixing up. \u201cLet\u2019s go get you some coffee.\u201d

\u201cNice to meet you!\u201d he hears Jongdae say as they walk to the kitchen.

Baekhyun sits Yixing by the counter, moving around to prepare the coffee.

\u201cWas it real?\u201d his husband asks after a few minutes in silence. \u201cThe unicorn and the dragon fire? I mean\u2026 Luhan\u2019s friend, Jongdae? He was there.\u201d

Placing a coffee mug in front of Yixing, Baekhyun leans with his forearms on the counter. \u201cBaby, I think we tripped real high.\u201d

Yixing\u2019s face falls, \u201cBut the unicorn! I really liked her.\u201d

\u201cAw, I know.\u201d Baekhyun ruffles his hair, watching as Yixing sips his coffee. \u201cI\u2019ll get you a unicorn plushie first thing tomorrow. I\u2019ll even make sure it\u2019s pink.\u201d

His husband grins, \u201cThanks.\u201d

\u201cLet\u2019s try not to drink that much next time, ok?\u201d

\u201cWe can find other ways to occupy our time,\u201d Yixing shrugs. \u201cI know that riding that unicorn brought back some memories--\u201d

\u201cOh my god, Yixing!\u201d

\u201cWas it how I called her pretty girl<\/i>?\u201d

\u201cShut up!\u201d

And that\u2019s how Byun Baekhyun stopped drinking. He bought Yixing a pink unicorn plushie but made sure to hide the thing whenever they were having sex.
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sunday - favorite<\/b> \/ 1,758 \/ jealous bbh


Baekhyun glances at Yixing\u2019s untouched iced tea glass sitting forgotten. His glass sweats all over the table, the ice slowly melting. It\u2019s still his first drink of the night. Baekhyun is already on his third cocktail. Everyone has ordered at least a second round, even Minseok who\u2019s not a fan of getting hammered is drinking his second light beer. Yixing, though\u2026 Yixing remains so focused on whatever he\u2019s telling Jongdae that his glass is left to warm up on the table.

Honestly. Baekhyun huffs, looking away from the two of them. He knows Jongdae\u2019s recently returned from a two-year period working in Paris, but honestly<\/i>. Didn\u2019t they Skype? They\u2019re acting like lovers who spent too long apart and now can\u2019t get enough of each other. A surprising bubble of anger forms inside Baekhyun, and he crosses his arms on his chest.

\u201cWhy are you sulking?\u201d Joonmyun asks, scooting closer to Baekhyun.

\u201cI\u2019m not sulking,\u201d it\u2019s true, he\u2019s not sulking. Just\u2026 Mildly annoyed. \u201cJust thinking of a perfectly good iced tea going to waste.\u201d

Joonmyun hums and narrows his eyes in that way he does whenever he\u2019s trying to solve a really difficult charade. Then, the elder turns around and loudly inquires, \u201cYixing, are you planning on drinking this iced tea?\u201d

Baekhyun shifts in his seat, wary of Joonmyun\u2019s intentions. Yixing simply frowns, answering, \u201cYes\u2026\u201d

\u201cSee, Baekhyun?\u201d Joonmyun elbows him exaggeratedly. \u201cHe\u2019s going to drink it. Baekhyun was just worried your drink was going to waste.\u201d

Cheeks burning red, Baekhyun blinks at his friend, unsure of his next move. \u201cWhat--\u201d

Now everyone\u2019s attention is on him. Jongdae seems to be hiding a tiny little smile behind his beer bottle, the dickhead.

\u201cDo you want it?\u201d Yixing asks, offering his untouched glass to Baekhyun. \u201cI thought you were drinking alcohol tonight.\u201d

\u201cI-I am,\u201d Baekhyun replies, shooting Joonmyun a nasty look. \u201cJoonmyun is just a little confused.\u201d

\u201cTo be honest you do look a little thirsty, Baekhyun,\u201d Minseok says, mischief glinting in his eyes.

\u201cSeriously, you can have it if you want.\u201d Yixing offers his drink once more, and Baekhyun sighs dejectedly.

\u201cI don\u2019t want it. I have my own drink, thanks.\u201d

\u201c... Okay then.\u201d

Slowly, conversation restarts and Baekhyun steps out of the spotlight. He sips on his drink, being careful not to look so blatantly disapproving. Occasionally someone will watch him with interest, searching for something, but Baekhyun will give them nothing. Yixing and Jongdae still look engaged in their conversation.

Baekhyun is not in the mood for small talk, or to listen to his friends\u2019 whining about their lives, so he decides to leave earlier. As soon as his glass is empty, Baekhyun grabs his coat from the back of his chair and stands up.

\u201cI\u2019ll be going,\u201d he announces.

Jongin frowns, \u201cWhy? Sehun is not even here yet!\u201d

\u201cYeah Baekhyun, why are you leaving?\u201d

Ignoring Joonmyun\u2019s tone, Baekhyun shrugs, \u201cI\u2019m tired.\u201d

\u201cDidn\u2019t you want a ride home?\u201d Yixing asks, eyebrows knitted together. \u201cI thought we would go together.\u201d

Taking a deep breath, Baekhyun gets some money out of his wallet and places it on the table. \u201cNah, you can give Jongdae a ride. Looks like you have a lot of catching up to do.\u201d He says spitefully, tasting the bitterness at the tip of his tongue. A few mouths drop around the table, and Baekhyun flashes a confused Yixing a very fake smile. That\u2019s his cue. Baekhyun walks away from their table, trying to get away from the scene as soon as possible.

He hears someone yell his name but to his luck, there is a cab parked outside of the bar, so Baekhyun hops on and drives away. On the way home his mind is filled with thoughts and deep analysis of what just happened, and Baekhyun wonders if he had a reason to react like that. Yixing and Jongdae have been friends just as long as Baekhyun has been friends with any of them, and they\u2019re prone to long talks and discussions. It\u2019s not like\u2026 They were flirting. The thought makes him blush. It\u2019s so ridiculously obvious how jealous he is. Everyone could tell, and now Baekhyun will once again become the group\u2019s joke. Seriously, he\u2019s been acting like a fool around Yixing for too damn long. Is Yixing really that dense for not noticing or he\u2019s just pretending not to see to avoid an uncomfortable situation?

Oh God.

Already home, Baekhyun takes a quick shower and puts his pajamas, ready to bury himself beneath layers of sheets and comforters and suffocate himself with memories of his stupidity. He\u2019s such a failure. Byun Baekhyun is a failure to humanity. He should issue a formal apology to the world for being unable of simply expressing his feelings to the guy he\u2019s been in love with for the past three years. It\u2019s pathetic.

From his comfortable place beneath his covers, Baekhyun can see his phone screen lighting up with every new message received. He chooses to ignore them all. He really doesn\u2019t want to read whatever mean comments his friends are throwing his way now. He can deal with them in the morning. In the morning if<\/i> he survives a whole night of self-loathing and sheer embarrassment.



The sound of the doorbell wakes him from a dreamless sleep, and Baekhyun whines about having his extended Sunday sleep hours disturbed. He gets up, dragging his body to the door and mindlessly opening it without checking who it is.

Of course it would be Yixing. Dressed in a casual black t-shirt and black jeans, hair perfectly combed while Baekhyun looks like the closet monster. He\u2019s suddenly awake.

\u201cHey,\u201d Yixing greets. \u201cCan I come in?\u201d

Blinking his surprise away, Baekhyun clears his throat, \u201cYeah, yeah,\u201d and makes way for his friend to come in. \u201cTake a seat, I\u2019ll be right back.\u201d Then he runs back to his room, locking the door behind himself before marching towards the bathroom and initiating the process of brushing his teeth. What the fuck is Yixing doing in Baekhyun\u2019s apartment? Why did he have to show up so early?

Baekhyun gently pats his hair down before returning to the living room. He finds Yixing comfortably sitting on the couch. \u201cWhat\u2019s up.\u201d

\u201cAre you ok?\u201d Yixing asks. \u201cI sent you dozens of messages after you stormed out like that.\u201d

\u201cI haven\u2019t checked my phone since last night.\u201d That is true.

Yixing nods, licking his lips. He seems to be considering what to say. \u201cAre you ok? You seemed upset.\u201d

Baekhyun frowns, faking a confused expression as he sits as far from Yixing as possible on the couch. Which is not much, since he doesn\u2019t own a very large couch. \u201cWhy would I be upset?\u201d

Snorting, Yixing rolls his eyes. \u201cQuit it, everyone saw what happened. You were pissed about something.\u201d

He doesn\u2019t know what to say. It\u2019s either do or die. Whether Baekhyun tells the truth on why he was so upset last night, or he conceals again, risking Yixing knowing he\u2019s lying and becoming upset himself. Baekhyun just stares at the other, without a clue of how to proceed.

\u201cWere you jealous?\u201d Yixing asks. His voice sounds softer this time, his eyes a bit careful when they search Baekhyun\u2019s.

He can\u2019t mask the furious way redness takes over his face. Baekhyun simply lowers his eyes. Yes, there\u2019s no way out of this one.

\u201cI was,\u201d he admits. \u201cIt\u2019s silly, but\u2026 I don\u2019t know, the way you two were talking\u2026 It reminded me of the way we<\/i> talk.\u201d

The curious look on Yixing\u2019s eyes is replaced by a fond one, and he approaches Baekhyun on the couch. \u201cBaek\u2026 Seriously,\u201d he chuckles, placing a hand on Baekhyun\u2019s shoulder. \u201cThere\u2019s no reason to be jealous. Everyone knows you\u2019re my favorite.\u201d

Baekhyun\u2019s stomach flutters, and he\u2019s pretty sure his heart skips a beat. Yixing\u2019s hand slides up to Baekhyun\u2019s neck, a thumb caressing the skin of his cheek. It\u2019s intimate and awfully loving. Baekhyun doesn\u2019t know what to think.

\u201cI\u2019m\u2026 Your favorite?\u201d He asks just for good measure. Yixing smiles.

\u201cYes, you are. How could you not?\u201d Yixing touches the tip of Baekhyun\u2019s nose with his index finger. \u201cBeing so cute.\u201d

He\u2019s pretty sure it\u2019s the fact that he can\u2019t stop blushing that makes Yixing chuckle and push a few strands of Baekhyun\u2019s hair away from his face.

\u201cWhat about me?\u201d Asks Yixing. \u201cAm I your favorite?\u201d

Although Baekhyun\u2019s mind tries to deny, it\u2019s pretty clear what he\u2019s asking.

\u201cOf course you\u2019re my favorite.\u201d Baekhyun answers and his heart\u2019s never beaten this fast. Yixing is closer than he was a second before, his fingers keeping Baekhyun\u2019s hair away from his eyes.

\u201cSo you believe me when I say you don\u2019t have a single reason to be jealous?\u201d Baekhyun doesn\u2019t even find words to speak. He simply nods, eyes dropping to Yixing\u2019s mouth. He sees those lips form the word, \u201cGood\u201d, and then they\u2019re pressing against Baekhyun\u2019s own.

Yixing\u2019s mouth is as soft and gentle as Baekhyun\u2019s always imagined. With both arms around Baekhyun\u2019s torso, Yixing brings him to his lap, one hand rubbing Baekhyun\u2019s spine and the other cupping his face. It\u2019s not frantic and desperate. It\u2019s slow, and tender, and feels so good that Baekhyun wishes they could keep kissing like this for hours.

\u201cYou have awesome lips,\u201d Yixing whispers as he peppers kisses all over Baekhyun\u2019s face, going down to his neck. \u201cYou have an awesome neck, I love your face, God<\/i>, you\u2019re so good.\u201d

Baekhyun chuckles, allowing himself to be kissed and touched wherever Yixing wants to kiss and touch him. \u201cI\u2019m good?\u201d

\u201cOh yes, you\u2019re the best.\u201d The other meets his eyes before pecking at Baekhyun\u2019s chin. \u201cCan I keep kissing you?\u201d

\u201cPlease, kiss me.\u201d

So Yixing does. He kisses Baekhyun until he\u2019s lost his senses and there\u2019s no air left in his lungs. Then they take a break, only to kiss again a few minutes later.

\u201cCan I kiss you tomorrow?\u201d Yixing asks halfway through the day. They\u2019re lying on Baekhyun\u2019s messy sheets, tangled legs and wandering hands. It\u2019s strange but it doesn\u2019t feel like it\u2019s the first time they touch like this. Perhaps that\u2019s why Baekhyun was so jealous last night. He\u2019s always known Yixing is his, and not having his full attention made no sense.

\u201cYou can kiss me tomorrow, and after, and after, and after, until you don\u2019t want to kiss me anymore. Which I think will never happen, because honestly why wouldn\u2019t you kiss me?\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s a good question,\u201d Yixing hums, and resumes the kissing, because honestly<\/i>. How could he not?
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monday - kindred<\/b> \/ 2,901 \/ vampires, werewolves, unprepared butt sex


Walking into the old warehouse gives Baekhyun an odd sense of comfort. Like those frail, moldy walls are safe enough that under the broken glass roof he can shed the cloak of concealing he\u2019s been wearing for too long now. Little shards of glass and other crumbled things crack beneath his boots as he walks, moonlight shining white and ghostly over him. He\u2019s alone. It\u2019s not often that Baekhyun is the first to arrive, and he wonders if something happened. It couldn\u2019t have, it\u2019s too early. They still have time.

A few minutes later he can hear noises coming from the outside, and soon he\u2019s<\/i> coming in, his usual muddied, ripped pants and bare feet, wild hair matching the scratches and scars all over his naked chest. Baekhyun\u2019s throat constricts, and it\u2019s such a human response he almost chides himself for reacting like that. He\u2019s learned that he can\u2019t help it, though. It\u2019s just the effect Yixing has on him.

There are glass shards on the ground but Baekhyun knows he shouldn\u2019t worry. Yixing\u2019s got a thicker skin. As they get closer, he can see the other\u2019s bright red irises -- an indication that he\u2019s just shifted. Baekhyun should have guessed he ran all the way here. His pants always get the worst of the journey.

They\u2019re at arms reach now, Yixing\u2019s eyes fading back to brown, the mild sharpness in his teeth disappearing. He remains silent, studying Baekhyun\u2019s face as if that\u2019s his only purpose in life. It does something to him, the way Yixing\u2019s eyes rake through his body, taking in all the curves and contours. Baekhyun could shiver from that alone.

\u201cDid you avoid a shirt tonight to make it easier for me?\u201d he asks, a lopsided smile playing at his lips. Knowing that one of his fangs are exposed, Baekhyun licks that corner of his mouth, watching the way Yixing\u2019s eyes drop to his lips.

The wolf shrugs, walking right into Baekhyun\u2019s personal space. He seems so much taller when they\u2019re standing like this, Baekhyun needs to look up to meet his eyes. \u201cThought we wouldn\u2019t have much time.\u201d Yixing\u2019s hands come to rest at Baekhyun\u2019s hips, pushing at his shirt to touch his skin, and he definitely<\/i> shivers. \u201cI\u2019m pretty sure the Alpha knows what\u2019s going on. Why I\u2019ve been sneaking every night.\u201d

He noses at Baekhyun\u2019s cheek, nipping his jaw, hands sliding up to his waist. Baekhyun closes his eyes, tilting his head to give Yixing a better access to his neck. He presses his palms flush against Yixing\u2019s chest, and the hardness of his pecs sends another shiver right down Baekhyun's spine.

\u201cYou have been sloppy, haven\u2019t you?\u201d Baekhyun breathes as Yixing\u2019s hands grab his hair, angling him just right so his mouth could catch Baekhyun\u2019s, his tongue lapping against Baekhyun\u2019s, his lips caressing and sliding hot against Baekhyun\u2019s. It\u2019s impossible to refrain the whimper that comes out of him, his hands seeking support on Yixing\u2019s shoulders. Baekhyun moans, the words he hadn\u2019t been able to say muffled at the back of his throat.

Yixing pushes him back, leading Baekhyun onto the adjacent wall. His back meets the concrete with a faint thud, Yixing\u2019s hands working fast on unbuttoning Baekhyun\u2019s shirt. Baekhyun takes the opportunity to explore the other\u2019s body with his hands, tracing the lines of his abs, thumbing his nipples. Yixing growls fiercely at him, red eyes glaring at Baekhyun. Tearing the rest of the buttons apart, Yixing yanks Baekhyun\u2019s shirt impatiently, quick in kissing and biting at his shoulders. His bare skin in contact with Yixing makes his nipples feel too sensitive, and his pants too tight. Baekhyun gasps when Yixing licks his neck, snaking up to reclaim Baekhyun\u2019s mouth quite aggressively.

He wants to tell Yixing to slow down, to take his time. It might be the last of their nights, after all. Softly pushing at the wolf\u2019s shoulders, Baekhyun meets his eyes and runs both his hands through Yixing\u2019s untamed hair. The gentleness of his touch seems to ease him.

\u201cHey,\u201d Baekhyun whispers, planting a kiss on the corner of Yixing\u2019s mouth. \u201cCan we go slow tonight?\u201d

Yixing blinks at him, completely still if not for the way his thumbs rub at Baekhyun\u2019s hipbones. Judging by the way his eyes search Baekhyun\u2019s, seems like Yixing hears all the unsaid words. Our rival clans will be facing each other in a mindless bloodbath in a few hours. This could be our last night. Let\u2019s make the best out of it.<\/i>.

\u201cI can take you as slow as you want me to.\u201d The wolf says, his hand on Baekhyun\u2019s lower back pressing their bodies impossibly closer, his undeniable hardness pushing against Baekhyun\u2019s. Baekhyun\u2019s jaw hangs slack as Yixing rocks against him, burying his face in the crook of Baekhyun\u2019s neck, inhaling, memorizing Baekhyun\u2019s scent.

Yixing\u2019s lips roam freely, spreading open-mouthed kisses on the expanse of Baekhyun\u2019s shoulders, on his neck, on his throat, his chin, jaw, his lips. He\u2019s so sensitive to Yixing\u2019s touch that Baekhyun feels his breath being taken away, moaning loudly when his cock is cupped through his pants.

Baekhyun reaches to unbutton his own pants, desperate for Yixing to just touch him, and the latter laughs. \u201cAre you in a hurry?\u201d he teases. Baekhyun whines.

\u201cDon\u2019t torture me, please.\u201d

\u201cI thought you wanted to go slow.\u201d

Yixing nips at his bottom lip and Baekhyun gasps, \u201cI meant that I wanted this to last longer.\u201d

I wanted us to have more time.<\/i> Yixing stops, facing Baekhyun in that tranquil, serene way he looks when he\u2019s in thought. Then he nods, one hand coming to Baekhyun\u2019s neck, the other flying to his pants. Yixing works fast. In a split second, he has Baekhyun\u2019s furiously hard cock in hand, thumb already working to spread precome on the underside. Baekhyun\u2019s low moan seems to please him, and Yixing licks his lips. \u201cYou are a fascinating being, do you know that?\u201d Baekhyun can\u2019t find words to answer. Not with Yixing touching him like that. \u201cThey say you\u2019re dead, but you look beautifully alive right now.\u201d

That\u2019s how you make me feel<\/i>, Baekhyun would say. Instead, he just thrusts into Yixing\u2019s hand, seeking that much-needed friction. Yixing pins his hips to the wall, and Baekhyun whines because his hand is going insufferably slow and he needs so much more\u2026

It\u2019s a good thing he fed before coming here. He can see the veins in Yixing\u2019s throat pulsing fiercely, and he wouldn\u2019t mind sinking his fangs there, tasting him whole. Baekhyun grabs the wolf\u2019s wrist, incited by thoughts of drinking from him, urging him to go faster. Yixing chuckles, complying and going as fast as Baekhyun wants him to and fuck<\/i>--

\u201cShit, I bet you would be soaking wet if you were one of us.\u201d Yixing hisses, turning Baekhyun around and pushing him on his chest against the wall. He yelps, turning his head around to watch as Yixing pulls his pants all the way down, kicking his legs apart. The pace suddenly feels rushed again, and Baekhyun seriously can\u2019t give a shit about how fast they\u2019re going. Yixing spits on his middle finger and teases Baekhyun\u2019s entrance, circling the rim. \u201cYou\u2019d be all loose and ready for my cock if you were an omega wolf.\u201d

He\u2019s heard that wolves fuck like savages, like a bunch of thoughtless animals following their most primal urges. The idea of being essentially manhandled by Yixing has his insides in flames, his undead beating heart screaming at him. Cock pulsing painfully at every poke and prod at his hole, Baekhyun tries to get a hold of Yixing. He grips the wolf\u2019s hair, pulling him up. Yixing leans onto him, forearms on the wall, caging Baekhyun. Yixing gazes at him as if he threatens Baekhyun to have had a good reason for interrupting him. The way he\u2019s studied sends jolts of fear throughout his body, and it\u2019s the type of sensation Baekhyun is not used to.

\u201cFuck me\u2026\u201d He breathes, \u201cDo it like I\u2019m an omega.\u201d

The request rips a growl out of Yixing, his eyes flaring red, the sharpness returning to his teeth. He\u2019s as ferocious as Baekhyun\u2019s ever seen him, and that jolt of fear explodes inside him. In a minute, Yixing manages to get rid of Baekhyun\u2019s boots and his pants, leaving him completely naked. Suddenly he feels himself being lifted off the ground, and Yixing settles both of Baekhyun\u2019s legs around him. Baekhyun hurries in locking his feet together, wrapping his arms around Yixing\u2019s neck for support.

\u201cYou want to be fucked like an omega?\u201d Yixing prompts, baring his teeth at Baekhyun, asserting complete dominance over him. He can hear the sounds of Yixing\u2019s pants being opened, anticipation building inside him. Without tearing his eyes from Baekhyun, Yixing spits on a hand, reaching down to probably smear it all over his cock. \u201cTell me,\u201d the wolf growls, and Baekhyun startles. \u201cDo you want to be fucked like an omega?\u201d

Seems like his ability to speak got lost somewhere between Yixing\u2019s fingers teasing his ass and his hands lifting Baekhyun off the ground. All he can do is nod, gasping and letting his mouth drop open when the very tip of Yixing\u2019s impossibly hard cock touches his entrance.

\u201cI\u2019m gonna push it in,\u201d the wolf says, lapping his tongue at his sharp teeth. Baekhyun bares his own fangs because two can play this game. Yixing reacts by growling louder, one hand pressing Baekhyun\u2019s face against the wall. \u201cI\u2019m gonna push it in<\/i>, and if you scream, I\u2019ll do it harder.\u201d

The words alone would spring Baekhyun back to life. He whimpers, biting on his lower lip as Yixing\u2019s hand retreats from his face, focusing on guiding his cock inside Baekhyun instead.

It\u2019s tight<\/i>. The head of Yixing\u2019s cock is sticky with spit and precome, but Baekhyun hasn\u2019t been properly prepped. It pushes and forces its way inside, and it\u2019s so fucking much. Baekhyun\u2019s head just drops back, a moan being dragged from the back of his throat. It\u2019s never felt like this, the ring of muscles stretching and opening for Yixing with 0 preparation. Baekhyun feels like screaming. He shoves a hand into his mouth, biting at the knuckles. Yixing watches him with hooded eyes, hips moving slowly to coax Baekhyun open.

The head slides in and it\u2019s like Baekhyun\u2019s entrance closes immediately around Yixing\u2019s cock, drawing another growl from the wolf. He starts moving with care, thrusting, stretching Baekhyun\u2019s hole. The slow thrusts work to massage his rim, coating his insides with Yixing\u2019s precome. His own cock rubs at Yixing\u2019s abs with his every tentative thrust and whimpering is all Baekhyun can do.

He can feel his hole loosening, the muscles relaxing, and Yixing\u2019s cock thrusts further, already halfway in. It\u2019s enough for him to pull it nearly out, only the tip holding Baekhyun open. He pulls out only to push it in, repeating it over and over until Baekhyun is writhing and his cock is coating Yixing\u2019s abs in precome.

Soon, the pace fastens, and in place of the pain he felt when Yixing\u2019s fat cock was stretching him open, there\u2019s only pleasure. The slap of his ass meeting Yixing\u2019s hips fills the air, and Baekhyun can\u2019t help the moans escaping from his throat. He feels so pliant, so vulnerable like this with Yixing\u2019s hard, muscled body pressed against his, his strong arms around him. Baekhyun yanks at Yixing\u2019s hair, pulling his head back and giving him easier access to the wolf\u2019s throat. He\u2019s so hungry, so fucking crazy--

He kisses and licks at Yixing\u2019s neck, ignoring the other\u2019s warning growls and harder thrusts. He\u2019s telling Baekhyun not<\/i> to bite him. Good thing Baekhyun was always a reckless one.

Yixing tastes strong, spicy, nothing like anyone Baekhyun\u2019s ever drank from before, and he suddenly thinks he could be addicted to this. The madness of having Yixing\u2019s blood on his tongue while being pounded in the ass give Baekhyun a new level of high. He\u2019s so, so close... It doesn\u2019t last long enough to allow him to come, though. Yixing is stronger than him, pushing Baekhyun against the wall with all his strength. The thrusts halt. With Yixing standing still Baekhyun can realize how full he is, how Yixing\u2019s cock stuffs his every little corner.

\u201cYou bit me,\u201d Yixing accuses. Baekhyun smirks, licking the blood smeared at the corner of his lips. He sees the wounds inflicted by his fangs instantly close, attributing it to Yixing\u2019s rapid healing abilities. \u201cYou fucking bit me, you fucker.

\u201cNow you owe me.\u201d

Catching him completely out of guard, Yixing resumes thrusting, pushing it harder, faster. Baekhyun can\u2019t stop the scream, scratching at the wolf\u2019s shoulder in surprise. Yixing doesn\u2019t look the least bothered by the thin cuts provoked by Baekhyun\u2019s nails on his skin. He simply surges forward and bites at Baekhyun\u2019s neck. It hurts like a bitch, but more than that, it sends a rush of pleasure right down, and Baekhyun comes.

When Yixing retreats from his neck, he has blood all over his lips, rolling down his chin. Baekhyun\u2019s wide, incredulous eyes meet his, and the wolf gives one final thrust before spurting inside Baekhyun.

\u201cYou bit me,\u201d Baekhyun whispers, mimicking Yixing\u2019s earlier phrase. He cups the bitten spot on his neck, blood flowing unceasingly from his neck. \u201cThis won\u2019t heal, you psycho!\u201d

Yixing swats his hand away, licking the bitten spot with a gentleness that almost doesn\u2019t match what just happened. The blood stops flowing, but Baekhyun can still feel the indentations caused by Yixing\u2019s teeth on his skin. Permanently etched.

\u201cI only bit you because I knew it wouldn\u2019t leave a mark!\u201d Baekhyun shouts, yelping when Yixing\u2019s arms release him. Without the support of his arms around the wolf, Baekhyun collides back with the wall, his legs the only part of him attaching the two of them. Yixing then rubs his palms on Baekhyun\u2019s thighs, grabbing his knees and disentangling his legs to help Baekhyun stand on his two feet.

\u201cI bit you because I knew you\u2019d have my mark,\u201d Yixing says, crossing his arms over his chest. \u201cYou took something from me, and I returned the favor.\u201d

Furious, Baekhyun pushes the wolf, collecting his discarded clothes and starting to dress. Honestly. What the fuck is he going to tell his master? How the hell is he going to explain the fucking werewolf bite on his shoulder to his coven leader<\/i>?

\u201cListen, Baekhyun,\u201d Yixing calls, trying to grab a hold of Baekhyun while he\u2019s buttoning his shirt. Baekhyun yanks his arm back, refusing to face the other. \u201cIt works with your kind as well. The wolf\u2019s claim.\u201d

The wolf\u2019s claim. When a werewolf chooses a mate and a mark is made on their body as a display of ownership. Baekhyun frowns, once again tracing the bite stamped on his neck with his finger.

\u201cI wasn\u2019t sure if I should do it but you bit me, and I made up my mind,\u201d Yixing explains, approaching Baekhyun. \u201cAs long as you bear my mark, none of my pack mates can harm you. It doesn\u2019t matter what you are. You\u2019re mine<\/i>, and they will respect that.\u201d

The significance of those words takes a while to sink in. Yixing\u2019s move breaks all the silent agreements they\u2019ve ever made. Baekhyun locks his eyes with Yixing\u2019s now brown ones. He sees well-concealed despair in there, as well as fear and regret. It tugs at Baekhyun\u2019s undead heart, and he closes the distance between them.

Baekhyun runs a hand through the wolf\u2019s wild strands, and Yixing\u2019s lids flutter for a second.

\u201cI know what we do here doesn\u2019t involve much talking, but I can\u2019t pretend I don\u2019t care about you, Baekhyun.\u201d

Baekhyun kisses him, the taste of his own blood transferring from Yixing\u2019s tongue to his. When they part, Baekhyun whispers, \u201cI\u2019m sorry I can\u2019t do the same for you. I would if there was a way.\u201d

Yixing pulls Baekhyun\u2019s hand from his hair, kissing his palm. \u201cI know how to take care of myself. Just promise me you\u2019ll stay safe.\u201d

The nod comes after a few beats, and Yixing pecks his lips. They step away from each other. The moment of the confrontation is nearing, Baekhyun should be back with his clan. He gives Yixing one last glance before turning on his heels, ready to march out of the warehouse.

\u201cJust--\u201d Yixing\u2019s voice makes him turn around. The wolf blinks uncertain, lowering his eyes. \u201cIf we get out of this alive\u2026 Will you run with me? We could travel, meet others of our kind, I\u2019ll buy you a parasol and we can go to the beach.\u201d

Baekhyun smiles, want bubbling up inside him. He wants so much, it\u2019s impossible to ignore how much he wants this wolf, to go running with him, to be gifted with a freaking parasol. His master would be shocked.

\u201cRun away with me,\u201d Yixing repeats. \u201cWe\u2019ll be wary of hunters, we\u2019ll take care of each other.\u201d

The bite on his neck pulses and Baekhyun can\u2019t tell if it\u2019s his own rapidly beating heart or the wolf\u2019s claim. All he knows is that he\u2019s ready for that.

\u201cYes,\u201d he answers. \u201cWe\u2019ll run. If we survive.\u201d Yixing beams and Baekhyun is sure that if he had a tail it would be wagging animately. The thought makes him chuckle. \u201cPlease don\u2019t get yourself killed. I wanna go to Fiji.\u201d
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Pairing:<\/b> Baekhyun\/Lay, Baekhyun\/Luhan
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Word count:<\/b> 3,946 words
Summary:<\/b> It's important to Baekhyun to make out with the largest number of people he can during these parties, but he always ends up in Yixing's bed somehow. Tonight won't be any different, it seems.
Notes:<\/b> You can read this on ao3<\/a>~


The moment that pink, soft lips advance on his, Baekhyun hums. His hands settle on the back of Luhan's neck, fingers lightly touching the hairs there. Luhan has a strong grip, arms tightly wrapped around Baekhyun's waist, dragging him closer, deepening the kiss with a wet, hot tongue licking on Baekhyun's mouth. Baekhyun loves being kissed like that; loves being held by assertive hands, and the way Luhan manhandles him onto the nearest wall is enough to get him into it. Hands lowering to Luhan's chest, Baekhyun closes his fists around the loose fabric of his shirt, pressing their bodies even closer. Luhan sucks and nips on his lips, gently pulling Baekhyun's hair back and tilting his chin upward, granting him easier access to Baekhyun's throat. Luhan's feverish mouth explores his jaw, his cheekbones, before coming for another kiss. Not enough<\/i>, the tent in Baekhyun's pants seems to say. This is not enough, they're not touching enough. As if hearing his thoughts, Luhan pushes a knee between Baekhyun's legs, his hungry kiss swallowing Baekhyun's moans.

He's about to drag Luhan out of there, anywhere he can safely get that mouth on his cock when a familiar voice calls for Luhan. The same voice who walked up to Baekhyun earlier tonight saying: \"You should hook up with Luhan.\" It was Minseok himself who practically threw Luhan on Baekhyun's lap, why on earth is he interrupting at such a crucial moment?

Grunting in annoyance, Luhan parts the kiss, hand still tight on Baekhyun's hair as if an assurance that they're not done yet. \"What?\"

\"There's something you absolutely gotta see,\" Minseok sounds excited, pulling at Luhan's shirt, ushering him out of Baekhyun.

Sighing, Luhan faces Baekhyun, eyes dropping to his mouth before he leans for one more kiss. Baekhyun almost wants to follow when he breaks their contact, Luhan's fingers disentangling from Baekhyun's strands. Disappointing.

\"Sorry,\" he says, stepping away. \"We should do that again sometime, yeah?\"

Snorting, Baekhyun crosses his hands on his chest, not even trying to hide the bulge in his pants. He hopes Luhan sees what he's leaving behind. \"We should finish that sometime.\"

Minseok flashes him an apologetic smile and pulls Luhan away. Well. That certainly didn't end up the way he'd like. Giving the hall a quick inspection, Baekhyun tries to find another distraction. He could go over to the bar -- Chanyeol never fails to provide the best alcoholic options at his parties, Baekhyun is sure to find something to keep him occupied. Or he could walk around, mingle, try to find his friends or bask in the attention of Chanyeol's hired waiters, ask them to fetch him some snacks. Life with Chanyeol would be a good life, Baekhyun thinks. If that fling they had in college had evolved into something more, perhaps Baekhyun would be co-hosting these monthly indulgences. Instead of getting serious with the future CEO, he decided to sleep around and enjoy his youthful body. Not much different from his life now, except now he has a bunch of bills to take care of every month. It's not like he'd truly want to have settled down, anyway. Baekhyun is a free spirit. He prefers ties when they're related to bondage.

Choosing one of the white, stupidly comfortable armchairs on the corners of the hall, Baekhyun sits, hoping to give this party another chance before calling it a night. There's a lot of people he never saw before, perhaps Chanyeol's coworkers or people he deals with. Baekhyun has no idea where Jongdae is, and he was supposed to be Baekhyun's ride. He wasn't planning on riding a cab home but it might come to that. And even earlier than planned. He could get some more booze in his system before that.

Crossing the hall to reach the bar, Baekhyun places both hands on the counter, waiting for the bartender.

Someone approaches him, standing too close and settling a glass half-full on the counter, right next to Baekhyun's pinky. He looks down at the drink. It's not for him but this person might want Baekhyun's attention. Inhaling, he looks up, meeting a pair of eyes he knows pretty well.

Well, isn't that suitable?

\"I was just<\/i> about to leave.\" Baekhyun tells him. Smiling conspiratorily, Yixing blinks, casting his eyes down before blinking once more, and bringing them back to Baekhyun's face. He's looking good, per usual. Tight black pants, black button down, hair perfectly styled.

\"Oh, you've been waiting for me?\" the man arches his eyebrows, feigning surprise. \"My apologies, I thought you'd found someone for the night.\"

\"Did you?\"

Yixing hums, lifting the glass to his lips and sipping, eyes never moving from Baekhyun. \"I saw you making out with some guy,\" he says. \"Figured you were branching out. Assessing your options.\"

It's instinctive to step closer, to want to be surrounded by Yixing's scent, be within his personal space. They're acquainted, moving like they have it all down to a choreography. They've been here so many times, it feels like entering your favorite restaurant after not visiting for a month. Like strolling on the streets of your favorite city.

Baekhyun met Yixing at one of Chanyeol's parties a while ago. They flirted for two hours or so, inevitably leaving together to find some comfort at Yixing's fancy penthouse. He's Chanyeol's coworker, Baekhyun learned, and spends his day being important inside a big office in a high rise. The night Yixing took him to his office after the party, Baekhyun found convenient to role-play as his secretary,

The thing is that they fell into a pattern. It's important to Baekhyun to make out with the largest number of people he can during these parties, but he always ends up in Yixing's bed. Somehow. Tonight won't be any different, it seems.

\"Are you jealous?\" he teases only because he knows Yixing will bite back at the same intensity, and that's half their fun.

Shrugging, Yixing lowers his glass, absently running his index finger over the edge. \"Not really. I can have you whenever I want,\" he gazes at Baekhyun, fierce eyes staring at Baekhyun's mouth.

Baekhyun snorts, pushing at his chest with one finger, \"You wish.\"

Yixing is quick in catching his wrist before he can retrieve his hand, pinning Baekhyun's hand to his chest, gaze even stronger. \"You're telling me that if I try to kiss you know you'll stop me?\"

Tonight he might. \"Try me.\" flashing Yixing a seductive little smile, Baekhyun slides even closer, brushing his nose on Yixing's, watching Yixing's face flood with desire.

The man swallows, licking his lips. He sets Baekhyun's hand free, backing away. \"I will,\" Lifts his drink \"Right after I finish this.\"

Amusement and anticipation invade Baekhyun. \"Should I wait here?\"

Yixing shakes his head, \"I'll find you. But don't go too far, 'cause when I finish this, I'm coming for you.\"

Oh, that sounds just perfect. \"Alright, but don't be disappointed when you go home alone, or with someone much less interesting.\"

Nodding, smiling lazily, Yixing turns around, walking with one hand in a pocket and another holding his drink. Baekhyun bites his bottom lip and checks out his ass while he walks. He is so<\/i> glad for not leaving early. He's not even upset about Luhan ditching anymore.

When the bartender asks if he'll want anything, Baekhyun answers no, and saunters around the hall, keeping a watchful eye for Yixing. He manages to find Jongdae (whispering intimately to Chanyeol of all people) but decides not to bother him. The people attending Chanyeol's meetings are always frilly and gaudy, dressed in what best fashion has to offer, parading themselves in gowns and perfectly-tailored suits. Baekhyun is not a hobo, he has a nice income and is able to support himself with a lot of room for minor luxuries. However, he's not<\/i> at their level. If he hadn't met Chanyeol back in college, he wouldn't even be a part of this kind of event.

By any means, it all comes down to getting laid, and for that<\/i> he never needed much work. Hot people just gravitate towards him, and Baekhyun accepts them all gratefully. Like Yixing, who's now drink-free and suddenly close, preying on him, approaching like Baekhyun is so doomed and there's no escape.

A mix of tension, lust and expectation wash over him at the sight of Yixing behind a group of people not far from Baekhyun. Smirking invitingly, Baekhyun's tongue peeks out to tease, running along his bottom lip. He wants Yixing to hurry, to come for it like he said he would. He can't wait for him to come. Yixing advances carefully, eyes locked on Baekhyun. Baekhyun starts moving as well, putting more distance between them. This is supposed to be a game of catch, he's not going to make it easy.

He's getting hard only from this, the idea of what Yixing might do when he finally gets his hands on Baekhyun is too exciting. Maybe Baekhyun should let him come, stop distancing himself.

Something in his peripheral vision catches his attention, and Baekhyun turns his head to check it out. Said action was either the smartest or the dumbest move of the night: In a millisecond Yixing manages to rush from wherever he was meters away from Baekhyun to his side, and Baekhyun has no chance before Yixing is planting both hands on his hips. He knows Yixing's touch, the way his fingers scrape on the fabric of Baekhyun's pants, the way he inhales from Baekhyun's neck as his hands slide to Baekhyun's waist, yet it doesn't fail to make him gasp, a shiver running down his body.

Yixing's thumbs draw circles on Baekhyun's stomach, his mouth already lavishing Baekhyun's neck with the hottest kisses. Baekhyun wants to simultaneously whimper and shame himself for being such an easy catch. He knew he wouldn't last, though. Yixing was right all along.

Finally allowing his hands to touch Yixing back, rubbing his shoulders, feeling the hardness of his arms, gripping at his neck. Yixing nips at his chin and Baekhyun whines, unhappy about not having Yixing's mouth on his. Yixing is giving him time to try and escape, and Baekhyun couldn't care less about proving him wrong. \"Just--\"

\"What was that?\" Yixing asks, voice a little husky. He wraps an arm around Baekhyun's waist, his free hand pinching the chin he just nipped, angling Baekhyun's face. Wanting to undulate, to seek some friction, anything, Baekhyun whines again, fisting Yixing's oh-so-perfect hair, wishing to mess it up. \"Tell me.\"

\"You're taking too long to kiss me,\" he breathes, surging forward, pressing his lips on Yixing's cheek, his jaw. Oh god... He tastes so good.

With a throaty laugh, Yixing leans away from Baekhyun's desperate mouth, pouting in mockery as Baekhyun frowns. \"I thought you wanted to avoid me,\" he brushes a thumb over Baekhyun's lips and Baekhyun moans, kissing it, grabbing Yixing's hand as if it would abandon him at any minute. \"I should leave you here,\" he says in a vicious tone. No<\/i>, Baekhyun mutters, mouth falling ajar when Yixing holds him closer, a knee between his legs, pushing against him, giving him the contact he needed. They're in the middle of Chanyeol's fancy-ass party, and Baekhyun doesn't even care if Yixing decides to yank his pants open and fuck him on the floor. Shit, he wants Yixing to fuck him on the floor.

\"Should I go look for that dude you were kissing earlier?\" Yixing asks and Baekhyun clings to him because fuck no<\/i> he's not going anywhere. \"Should I hand you over to him?\" Baekhyun keeps telling him 'no', trying to make it clear that he has no intention of having anyone other than Yixing. Fuck, his dick is so hard. It aches in the confines of his pants, angry. This is taking too long. Baekhyun fumbles with his hands, trying to reach for Yixing's zipper, ragged breath and sweat all over his face. He needs it so much god this was such a stupid game if he could just--

Yixing chuckles, and suddenly he's hugging Baekhyun, fingers threading through his hair, caressing Baekhyun, running softly up and down his back. There's change in the atmosphere, and Baekhyun understands that Yixing will not hand him over to anyone. Ease spreads throughout him like a breeze lovingly blowing on his face, and Baekhyun closes his eyes, relishing in Yixing's embrace. Yes. Yes, that's good.

Every time Yixing's lips touch his, Baekhyun feels like it's the first time, Not because it feels different every time, but because it never ceases to impress him, the way Yixing licks his mouth, coaxes it open, sucks on his tongue and moves against him like he wishes to drink from Baekhyun. He cups Baekhyun's cheeks, slanting his face to deepen the kiss, and it's so different from the way they were touching before but so, so good.

\"Where do you want to go today, kitten?\" Yixing touches Baekhyun's mouth and gazes at him. Baekhyun shies away from the intensity of Yixing's eyes. They're always intense, but it's different today. Sharper.

\"Wherever you'll take me,\" he answers. It really doesn't matter where they end up, he'll just follow as Yixing tugs on his hand and leads him somewhere nice.



It starts slowly this time. Baekhyun is used to Yixing's frantic rhythm, undressing quickly, falling on the bed, sucking each other off. All in such a haste that lust is all there is. Tonight, Yixing doesn't undress him in the living room. He takes his time kissing Baekhyun, caressing every corner of Baekhyun's body, untucking Baekhyun's shirt from his pants, letting Baekhyun enjoy how good his hands feel on his naked stomach. He whispers how pretty Baekhyun is, how much he wants to fuck him, how good his kiss is. Baekhyun feels the heat rise at every compliment, every new place of his body that Yixing explores. He wants the sex, but he's not going to rush it. This feels wonderful.

When they get to the bedroom, Baekhyun notices that something is different. There's a new sofa there. White like the walls. He tells Yixing that he likes the new piece as Yixing drags him to bed, sitting on the edge and inviting Baekhyun to his lap, hands promptly running down his sides, on his thighs. Baekhyun shudders at Yixing's touch, wanting more but not rushing. They kiss, getting once again familiar with each other's tastes, getting their fill of it, before Yixing starts undressing Baekhyun. He does it so slowly, making a point of not stopping the kissing that when Baekhyun undresses him, he follows that rule.

Baekhyun sucks him off, but it's not messy, or desperate, or hungry. It's hot, and sexy, and enticing, and it drives Yixing completely crazy. Baekhyun licks at the head of his cock, sucking every drop of precome, licking every bead that rolls down. He mouths at the underside, fondling with Yixing's balls, licking some more. Baekhyun sucks at the head, his saliva mixing to Yixing's precome, coating his length. Yixing comes on Baekhyun's mouth. Some of it threaten to roll down his chin, and Baekhyun wipes it up, returning it to his mouth, licking his fingers as Yixing pulls him up, running hands through his hair, wiping sweat off his forehead, pressing wet, breathless kisses on the corner of his mouth.

One lubed finger pokes at Baekhyun's asshole when he's lying on his stomach. The same finger runs up and down the cleft of his ass, brushing past the ring of muscles before poking again, testing the waters. Baekhyun clenches, wanting that finger to enter him already, and Yixing concedes it, kissing his lower back as he pushes in, the finger twisting and thrusting in. Baekhyun sucks in a breath, grabbing at the pillows, whimpering helplessly. Yixing's single digit doesn't go very far on its own. When a second finger enters Baekhyun, it goes deep. It reaches all the places it should reach and it's maddening. Baekhyun moans, trying to watch Yixing over his shoulder, but the man seems focused on repeatedly touching Baekhyun's prostate. Over and over and over. Baekhyun comes with a cry of Yixing's name, white spurting all over Yixing's sheets. They've damaged so many sheets that he stopped apologizing.

Baekhyun expects Yixing to just push his cock in. Baekhyun is already pliant and open on his bed. Instead of fucking him from behind, Yixing rolls Baekhyun on his back, standing on his knees between Baekhyun's open legs. He teases Baekhyun's nipples, pinching and twisting, licking at them for a while before he pumps Baekhyun's dick. Loving the attention, Baekhyun hums in contentment, obediently opening his mouth for Yixing's kiss. He feels the head of Yixing's cock against his pucker, pushing, attempting. Yixing spreads his cheeks to get an easier access, and his length slips easily inside Baekhyun.

It's so much, too full. Baekhyun wants to touch himself, but Yixing pins both his hands on the mattress, above his head. Whining, Baekhyun wraps his legs around Yixing's waist, pressing on his back with his feet. Like his only mission is to indulge Baekhyun, Yixing thrusts deeper, harder. Baekhyun fucks back against him, trying to get as much as he needs to come. He's closer, the tightness in his chest indicates that he's closer. He just needs a little more, just a little harder...

\"Please, Yixing,\" he pleads, Yixing's hands releasing his wrists and settling on his thighs, sliding to the back and lifting Yixing's ass, positioning him at the perfect angle, his cock slipping in and out so easily, the head pushing at Baekhyun's prostate. Yes, that's it, that's how he wants it.

\"Is it good?\" Yixing asks him, pinching Baekhyun's nipple and making him shudder, his legs trembling around Yixing's waist.

\"Yeah,\" Baekhyun pants, pleasure building, growing, and reaching that spot, and he wants it so much, \"I'm going to come, ah, Yixing--\" Yixing fucks him faster, harder, grunting and repeating Baekhyun's name in reverence. He grabs Baekhyun's hips, giving everything to him, and that's what it takes. Ecstasy explodes inside Baekhyun, and he arches from the bed, the sensation taking him so high, and Yixing is still rocking against him. It takes Yixing a second to release into the condom. Baekhyun wishes it had been inside him.

They don't even bother cleaning up. Yixing embraces him, and Baekhyun relaxes in his arms, falling asleep to the touch of Yixing's mouth on the back of his neck, and rhythm of Yixing's breath.

--

In the morning, Yixing wakes him up with the excuse of feeding him, but Baekhyun knows what he really wants. They always do it again in the morning. Whether it's in the shower or the kitchen floor, Baekhyun's always thought about the morning round as his favorite. This time, they resume their activities in bed, Baekhyun on his stomach as Yixing leans onto him, licking and biting at his shoulders.

They eat in the living room, Yixing sitting on the couch and Baekhyun leaning against the large glass window, observing the movement down in the street. Although the movement of vehicles entertains him, Baekhyun is not used to eating with Yixing this silently. Since they moved from the bedroom to the kitchen to fetch food, then relocated to the living room, Yixing's been very quiet. As Baekhyun feels the weight of his eyes, he thinks that he knows what this is about.

Last night, the tone Yixing used to mention Luhan was teasing and playful, and Baekhyun took it as meaningless banter. Now, clear-headed, he understands that there was a shift in their dynamics. Yixing's seen Baekhyun hooking up with other people before but there was never a comment about it. Something changed, but what?

\"His name is Luhan,\" Baekhyun starts, feeling a little nervous. He doesn't know why, though, but figures that one of them needs to address the issue. \"A friend in common introduced us.\"

\"You don't owe me any explanations.\" Yixing sounds as serene as ever, yet when Baekhyun turns to face him, there's slight frown. He still offers Baekhyun a hand.

\"You're looking at me like I do.\" Baekhyun takes his hand, allowing Yixing to pull him into his lap.

Inhaling, he shakes his head, looking up at Baekhyun. \"Fuck it, it doesn't matter, you don't owe me any explanations.\"

Except he does. They only see each other once every month, but this<\/i>, whatever it is, it's not just sex. Despite not yet having exchanged contact information, they do know a lot about each other. Baekhyun knows that Yixing's father worked for the military and that Yixing liked to dance during high school years. Baekhyun confessed about having slept with his cousin once and mentioned the period he spent in Japan. Officially, they have monthly one-night stands. Yet, Baekhyun feels like they're past the one-night stands. Silly.

\"I wanna tell you.\" Baekhyun says. Yixing rubs his palm on Baekhyun's stomach, nodding almost imperceptively. \"His name is Luhan, a friend in common introduced us,\" Baekhyun repeats himself. \"I don't know why I made out with him. He's hot, he wanted me and I felt like it. I didn't know if you were coming.\"

\"Did I ever miss it?\"

\"No, but we never arranged anything.\" perhaps falling into the routine of finding each other at Chanyeol's party meant something to Yixing. Perhaps he went there expecting to have Baekhyun. And no one else.

Chuckling half-heartedly, Yixing says, \"Baekhyun, I don't even have your phone number. But somehow... I find myself yearning, eager to be with you again, and we only have that once every month, and I don't know when that stopped being enough.\" he sighs, blinking as if to assert his thoughts. \"I might be falling for you.\"

Baekhyun's heart might have skipped a beat, he's not sure. He got terribly lost in the intensity of Yixing's eyes. It takes him a minute to digest, but the information sits comfortably inside him, his fingers coming to play with the strands of Yixing's short hair. Yixing might be falling for him. Baekhyun stands up and walks to the bedside table where Yixing's phone sits. He returns to Yixing's lap, circling an arm around Yixing's neck as he offers the phone. \"Unlock it.\"

As if entranced, Yixing does it, handing it back to Baekhyun. Baekhyun adds himself as a contact. \"There. You can talk to me whenever you want, now.\"

Yixing watches him and smiles, hands rubbing Baekhyun's hips. \"What are you doing today?\"

He thinks, \"Probably watching TV.\"

\"You can do that here.\" he's looking up at Baekhyun from behind his lashes, arms tightening around Baekhyun as if to prevent him from declining. \"We could stay here, go out for lunch, come back here, go out for dinner, come back here,\" they both laugh and Baekhyun is surprised at how comfortable it feels.

Touching Yixing's face, Baekhyun asks, \"You're really falling for me, aren't you?\"

Humming, Yixing closes his eyes, leaning into his touch. He's so handsome. The smoothness of his skin never ceases to amaze Baekhyun. He could just go on touching Yixing.

\"Ok. Let's stay here, but you'll need to lend me a t-shirt because mine stinks with sweat. It's all your fault, you were really mean last night.\"

Laughing, Yixing tickles him and Baekhyun twists on his lap, shrieking. \"You wanted to play!\"

\"Yeah, but you should know that I can't resist your touch.\"

Yixing smiles at him, his dimple making him look so adorable that Baekhyun could scream in protest. Instead, he grabs Yixing's face and spreads kisses all over it. The other chuckles, hand soothing on Baekhyun's back. \"I'll keep that in mind.\"



N\/A: y'all come talk to me on twitterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr<\/a><\/span>
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Pairing:<\/b> Kris\/Lay
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Word count:<\/b> 2,699 words
Summary:<\/b> The owner of the phone Yifan found in the library just happens to be someone he’s been waiting for.
Notes:<\/b> this was a last minute thing. i hope y’all like it anyway :) written for the <\/a>yifantasy<\/b><\/a><\/span> fic fest.



There’s a phone vibrating somewhere. Yifan lifts his eyes from his book and scans the surroundings. There’s no one around him and his phone doesn’t vibrate like that. Besides, he would feel it in his coat pocket if it did vibrate. It’s so weird. There’s no one around and<\/i> no phone in sight. But he can hear the thing buzzing. It’s a library for christ’s sake, there is a rule about sounds coming out of phones -- any kind of sounds. The buzzing stops after a while, so Yifan returns to his book, crossing his legs and leaning more comfortably on the armchair. That’s why he likes this place. They have all sorts of genres and their chairs are awesome. He’s almost done reading the page when he’s interrupted.

By the buzzing.

Closing his book in annoyance, Yifan stands up and walks around trying to find the responsible for such a bother. When he finds this person, he’ll give them an earful. How dare they disturb his reading! Yifan searches and searches, but there’s only people where the sound can’t be heard anymore, which means the damn phone is near him<\/i>. Maybe this is a lost phone. Someone could have forgotten or dropped it in the section he’s sitting at. He runs his eyes across the shelves, following the buzzing until he finds it. It’s still vibrating when he grabs it, turning it slightly around to have a better look. The phone doesn’t look new, the purple case scratched around the edges. The screen itself has a few marks, a sign that whoever owns this is not careful. The number flashing on the screen isn’t saved as a contact; maybe it’s the owner seeking for his lost object. Yifan slides the answer option and presses it to his ear.

“Hello?” he tries.

“Oh thank god hello! This is my phone, I think I lost it somewhere?” the man on the other side of the line sounds desperate, a little out of breath even, but what calls Yifan’s attention is the fact that he has no clue where he lost his phone.

“You don’t know where you lost your phone?”

“Of course I don’t know where I lost my phone, it’s lost<\/i>, mister!” the owner says, followed by a snort. Yifan frowns. “Can you please be helpful and tell me where you are?”

The audacity! “Is that how you speak to the person who found your stuff?”

“Look, mister, I’m sorry, but I have a job interview in a few minutes and I can’t go back to retrieve the phone.” the man says. He sounds like he’s running. “Could you just… Tell me where you are so I can go pick it up later? Or… Just drop by.”

“I’m not staying here much longer, dude, I have my own errands to run.” Yifan looks around to check if anyone can hear him. This is a library after all, no phone interactions allowed.

The phone owner sighs, “Fine, just hide it somewhere.”

“Thousands of people browse through these shelves daily. Do you really want one of them finding your phone?” Yifan reasons.

“So you’re in the library!” the man exclaims, laughing right after. “Of course, I put it on the shelf while I was looking for this book! Rather disappointing, though. The title is interesting but I didn’t like the premise.”

“What book are you talking about?” slowly, Yifan returns to his previous spot on the armchair.

“It’s called ‘The smile of the chicken and the sound of the wings’,” he explains sounding dutiful. “You have to admit that it irks your curiosity.”

Sounds like a pretty dumb book, but Yifan makes a mental note to search for it later. Because the title… “It certainly does,” he says half-heartedly. “If you lost your phone, where are you calling from? You sound like you’re out of breath, so I assume you’re on the move.”

“Oh yeah! This is my work phone, the one you have is my personal phone.”

“So you’re one of those<\/i> people?” Yifan smirks, nodding.

“What? What people?” the phone owner says ’thank you’<\/i> to someone and Yifan can hear the other person answering ’you’re welcome’<\/i>. The background sounds have diminished like he walked into a building.

“The kind of people that own two phones?”

“Ah…” the man sounds distracted. It takes him a while to utter his next sentence. “Hey listen, I just got to my work interview place. I’ll have to hang up soon, can we figure out how I’m getting my phone back? I really need it.”

“Oh, yes.” Yifan hums, thinking about his schedule. He has to be at the clinic around 5 PM today, so he has two hours to spare. “I’ll head to work in 2 hours, so we can meet somewhere in between.”

“This interview will probably take twenty minutes. Where is convenient for you to meet?”

“There’s a cafe downstairs from my workplace, we can meet there. It’s not far from the library.”

“That’s good, I’m ten minutes away from the library. Text the address to this number and I’ll meet you there.”

“Alright. Good luck on your interview.”

“Thanks. Don’t forget to text me the address!”

And he hangs up. Yifan gazes down at the phone, twirling it in his hands for a while. He’s left with a weird feeling in his gut after the call. Like he’s been through this situation before. Or as if he knew that would happen. Strange. He wonders if the owner has set a passcode for access (maybe he should have asked for his name). Surprisingly, there’s not a passcode, so Yifan just unlocks the screen and is met with a blue screen wallpaper. There are a lot of bank apps and math apps -- really. Mechanical, geometric, diagrams and all sorts of calculations. Maybe this man is a mathematician. He has Kakaotalk and Line installed. Yifan ponders. No. That’s too much. He moves on to the camera roll, hoping to find any indication of what this man looks like.

He does find what the man looks like, but along with it, Yifan gets a shock. He knows this guy. He knows<\/i> him. It’s Zhang Yixing. Yifan would recognize that dimple anywhere; how didn’t he recognize Yixing’s voice? Has it really been that long? That explains all the math apps.

They met on a house party about one year ago (one year and two months, Yifan remembers that day as clear as day). Chanyeol dragged Yifan under the excuse of getting the tension out after working the whole day, but Yifan knew the real reason his coworker wanted to go to that party. Jongin would be there, and at that time Chanyeol was obsessively trying to get in his pants. He succeeded eventually but had to work for it. It was a good thing that Yifan was dragged there anyway. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have met Yixing.

“Do you believe in destiny?” was the first thing that Yixing said to him. Yifan was in the kitchen trying to find a clean cup to get some beer when this guy talked to him. Yixing was sitting on the counter, a pensive expression on. At the time, Yifan didn’t know if he was drunk or just weird.

“Me?” he questioned.

“Yeah, you.” Yixing chuckled and took a sip of his drink. It was water, but Yifan didn’t know that. “Do you believe in destiny? That there’s a reason why we’re all here today?”

Frowning, Yifan tilted his head to the side. “Why do you ask?”

Yixing blinked, then shrugged, his eyes never leaving Yifan’s. “I was just wondering about the things that lead to life events, you know? How they happen. Like… If you decided to go anywhere other than here tonight would you have been hit by a car? Or would you have stopped by a convenience store, and there you would have met the love of your life. You know? That sort of stuff.”

Yifan could have turned around and left at that moment. Instead, he approached Yixing. “I’m a doctor,” he announced. “and I see people making these kinds of questions all the time. Could I have avoided this if I hadn’t consumed that much sugar? Would he have been hit by that car if he’d left home 10 minutes earlier?”

Yixing nodded frantically, pointing his index finger at Yifan. “Exactly!”

“Are you a doctor too?”

“Not really, I’m an engineer.” Yixing wiggled his eyebrows and smiled. Yifan smiled back because he thought such a pretty smile needed a reaction. “But I’ve been thinking<\/i>.”

“It’s a good thing to do. To think.” Yifan stretched his hand. “I’m Wu Yifan.”

Yixing held his hand and shook it lightly. “Nice to meet you, doctor Wu. I’m Zhang Yixing. My profession doesn’t come with a fancy title.” Yifan laughed and Yixing made space for him on the counter.

They talked about all sorts of things that night. Destiny, the small things that only act as an introduction to major events, and astrology. Yifan talked about his profession and Yixing talked about when his father tried to stop him from being an engineer, which led to him talking about his environmental lawyer parents and their pet tiger that tried to kill them. They talked about their favorite movies and books and the kind of music they liked to hear and surprisingly found out that they were absolutely compatible. That<\/i> led to both of them reading their zodiac sign compatibility and finding out they’re a match in love, a perfect match in sex, and have poor communication skills.

“This website says that for anything to work between us, we have to be ready for commitment,” Yixing said, reading from his phone screen.

“I don’t have a problem with commitment,” Yifan replied from their spot on the kitchen. “Although it might be tricky since I’m always working.”

“I’m emotional, you’re analytical. We’re opposites.” Yixing looked up from his screen and faced Yifan. “You know what they say about opposites, don’t you?”

That happened a while ago, but there’s nothing in the world that will erase from Yifan’s memory how beautiful that man looked. They decided to put the theory to practice and managed to find an empty bedroom. Yifan and Yixing spent the rest of the night locked in, trying anything and everything until they were out of stamina, then recovering and getting tangled up in each other all over again. At last, someone knocked on the door and announced the end of the party. Yifan wasn’t ready to go out, but his dick was starting to get sore and he was sure Yixing felt the same. They got dressed and Yifan handed Yixing his phone.

“Give me your number.” he said.

Buttoning his pants, Yixing hummed, thoughtful. “Should I?”

Yifan huffed, “Are you kidding me?” he pointed to the bed. “That<\/i> just happened and you’re questioning if you should give me your number?”

“That’s not what I meant.” Yixing laughed, retrieving his t-shirt from the floor. “Remember everything we talked about today? Destiny and all?” Yifan kept silent. Yixing put on his t-shirt and walked towards him. “I wanna know if we’re meant to be.”

“We proved the theory right. Sex is great! What other proof do you need?” Yifan remembers panicking. He didn’t like where that was going. All he wanted was the safety of having Yixing’s number in his contacts.

Yixing chuckled, both hands coming to rest on Yifan’s hips. Even their heights were compatible, Yifan was just taller enough to allow Yixing to tiptoe lightly to reach his lips.

“I won’t give you my number.” the smaller said, lips barely touching Yifan’s. “If we’re meant to be, we’ll find each other somehow. It’s a small world, Dr. Wu.”

With one last kiss, Yixing left him feeling whole and empty all at once. For months, Yifan walked around waiting to find him at unusual places, but he never really looked<\/i> for Yixing. He couldn’t, that would be cheating. Because as annoyed as he was with the whole “I’m not giving you my number” thing, he too wanted them to find each other naturally.

It took too long, but it finally happened. Yifan runs both hands through his hair trying to contain his excitement (and the shriek he wants to let out) not to disturb the other readers in the library. He hurries out of the building and into his car. He should be there already when Yixing arrives at the café.

The barista at Chocolate Beans knows him, greeting Yifan with a warm smile and an offer of his favorite drink, which Yifan politely refuses, reasoning that he’s waiting for someone. The mere thought of this someone being Yixing sends a wave of anxiety down his body and Yifan’s legs at unease. He can’t seem to quiet down, so he unlocks the purple cased phone once again and goes through the photos one more time. Yixing looks a little different from when they met. Darker hair, shorter too. Just as handsome.

When the doorbell rings, Yifan’s head shoots up. It’s not Yixing. And that repeats a few times until he looks up and feels all air stolen from his lungs. It’s him. Yixing. He’s right there, walking in a red beanie and a black coat. Little strands of his dark hair appearing under the beanie and dear god, can he get any more handsome? Yixing scans the store in search for the person who has his phone, eyes superficially going over Yifan twice. The third time he does it, Yifan makes sure to wave with his phone very lightly, watching Yixing’s eyes narrow in inspection, then widen in surprise.

“Yifan?” he asks, stepping closer.

Yifan cracks a laugh, placing Yixing’s phone on the table and crossing his arms on his chest. He might be shaking. Just a little. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognize my voice.”

“I really didn’t.” Yixing is visibly baffled when he takes the seat in front of Yifan. His hand automatically reaches for his phone, but his eyes never leave the other’s.

“It’s ok, I didn’t recognize yours either.” Yifan says and Yixing just nods, his mouth ajar and giving hints of a smile.

“Wow, this is… Wow.”

“Right?” Yifan chuckles.

“I haven’t seen you in like, a year?”

Humming, Yifan tilts his head. “A year and two months precisely.” He hopes it’s not too weird he knows exactly how long it’s been, but judging by the way Yixing just looks perplexed by their encounter, he assumes this is totally irrelevant now.

“Wow, this is… Really something.” Yixing scratches the back of his neck. “I broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago.”

Yifan’s stomach clenches at the word boyfriend<\/i>. The fact that Yixing had a boyfriend, even if for a short period, is a clear indication that he hasn’t been sitting and waiting for Yifan to pop back into his life. Waiting was not a part of their “thing”, there’s no reason for Yifan to feel betrayed. Besides, the way Yixing mentions it makes it seem like the breakup happened for a reason, meaning he still believes in--

“Destiny.”

The dimpled grin takes Yifan’s breath away. “Exactly.”

They just stare at each other for a while, and Yifan is pretty sure Yixing too is basking in how amazing the course of things is. They were supposed to meet again to make sure they’re meant to be, and here they are.

“And there I was,” Yixing breaks the silence. “hating myself for losing my phone. Little did I know…”

“That are the little things that lead to big life events.” Yifan completes. It’s impossible to shake off the grin now. He just can’t when Yixing is right there, smiling back at him. “I have a practice upstairs and a few minutes to kill. Do you want to grab a coffee and check out some x-rays? Maybe talk astrology and read our horoscope?”

Yixing chuckles, bright, sparkly eyes and adorable dimple screaming “yes” before the words can even leave his mouth. “Well…” he pockets his little thing of a phone. “Lead the way, Dr. Wu.”<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:19474","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/19474.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=19474"}}],"title":"I'm so Glad You're mine","published":"2015-12-02T23:52:14Z","updated":"2015-12-02T23:52:14Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"krisxingbaek"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fanxing"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fic fest"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"baekxing"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"ot3"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"krisbaek"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> I\u2019m so glad you\u2019re mine
PAirings:<\/b> Kris\/Lay\/Baekhyun
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Length:<\/b> 3,449 words
Warnings:<\/b> bottom!yifan, mpreg, double penetration, some mild rimming and stan the t-rex
Summary:<\/b> It wasn\u2019t in Yifan\u2019s plans to get pregnant.
Notes:<\/b> a world of thanks to <\/a>bookishvice<\/b><\/a><\/span> for being such a big (beta) help <3 written for the <\/a>yifantasy<\/b><\/a><\/span> fic fest



Yifan has a big grin plastered on his face when he pushes the door to his apartment open. It\u2019s Friday. Fridays are good days because there\u2019s always a surprise waiting for him. Sometimes it\u2019s oatmeal cookies, sometimes it\u2019s a new cushion or a piece of furniture moved to integrate harmony to their space. Today he walks in to find Baekhyun sucking Yixing off in the middle of the living room. As surprises go, this is Yifan\u2019s favorite kind.

It spirals to the three of them in bed, Yifan on his stomach as firm hands pin him to the mattress by the back of his thighs. Baekhyun is sitting in front of him, backed on the headboard, hooded eyes watching as Yixing\u2019s massages Yifan\u2019s ass, thumbs slightly poking his entrance.

Yifan notices Baekhyun pressing the heels of his hands down on his crotch, cock hardening under his briefs. The plug in his ass distresses him. Stretching his hands, Yifan drags Baekhyun\u2019s briefs low, mouth watering as his boyfriend\u2019s red, stiff cock springs free. He has such a beautiful cock, average sized and smooth. The veins are not too thick, not too bulging. It\u2019s the kind of cock that lets Yifan\u2019s tongue slide easily, warms his lips. Baekhyun knows the meaning of Yifan reaching for him like this, so he scoots forward and sits close enough to Yifan\u2019s mouth.

Yixing is different. He likes to be in control, hold them down, run his hands all over their bodies and kiss every inch of skin he can reach. Yifan knows what his lips feel like everywhere. He kisses Yifan\u2019s lower back, going down the curve of his ass before he returns all the way up to Yifan\u2019s neck. Yixing leans on Yifan, his chest flush with Yifan\u2019s back and his cock snugly between the crack of his ass. It stirs Yifan\u2019s insides, his stomach clenching with the kind of burn that only heats when they\u2019re like this -- the three of them.

Baekhyun\u2019s panting evolves to tiny whimpers when Yifan resorts to long, slow licks all the way from the base to the top. He leans back on his hands, head dropping as a moan escapes his throat. Yixing probably realizes Baekhyun won\u2019t last long; he turns the plug off and Baekhyun lets out all the air he was holding.

Yifan moves back to contemplate how glorious Baekhyun\u2019s cock looks standing on its own, drips of precome rolling down the lenght. Yixing chooses that moment to capture Yifan\u2019s earlobe in his mouth, pressing wet kisses on the side of his neck. He rolls his hips, cock sliding up and down between Yifan\u2019s ass cheeks, and every time the glans bumps with his entrance, Yifan ruts against the mattress. He gets the sheets all twisted in his pursuit for friction, but it\u2019s not like any of them would care.

Yixing likes to start with his thumb circling Yifan\u2019s precome-coated rim, letting it slide in just a bit before resuming the whirls. Yifan begins to grow desperate, his licks on Baekhyun a bit sluggish and lazy as he gives half of his focus to tending his neglected cock, frotting and trying to angle his legs in order to move better, but that<\/i> Yixing won\u2019t have. He pulls Yifan\u2019s legs back to their original position, stretched and close to each other. Yifan feels his hole closed so tight and unsatisfied that it nears pain. He whines, lifting his hips to stress how much he needs<\/i> to get something in there. A finger, a dick, two dicks. Anything.

Two fingers are inserted in him at once. Yifan inhales, eyes fluttering closed as Yixing curls his fingers to hit his prostate.

Baekhyun threads a hand in his hair, forcing Yifan\u2019s face up so their mouths can join in a kiss. They kiss all thought Yixing\u2019s ministrations -- he scissors, inserts another finger, pulls out, pulls in, gets four fingers into Yifan before he decides he\u2019s ready. By then, Yifan is already tearing up in anxiety.

Baekhyun parts the kiss, but the hand remains in his hair. \u201cLook at you,\u201d he whispers as Yifan tries to rise on his elbows. \u201cYou can\u2019t wait for it.\u201d

A sudden emptiness in his ass makes him clench and whine in protest. Yifan pushes his ass up a little more; enough to get Yixing\u2019s hands on him.

\u201cHow do you want it?\u201d Yixing asks, finally spreading Yifan\u2019s legs apart and exposing his puffy, clenching hole.

\u201cBoth,\u201d he answers. \u201cI want both of you.\u201d

They\u2019ve done it enough times that by now there\u2019s a kind of protocol to follow. First, Yifan needs to be well stretched, and that\u2019s where Stan, the dildo, comes in. They purchased Stan when the need to double penetrate surfaced, and he\u2019s been a loyal comrade since then. Stan knows how to start a party, getting Yifan nice and lax, ready for his boyfriends.

Baekhyun positions himself under Yifan, with the taller man straddling him. Yixing takes his time coating them all in lube before he lines Baekhyun\u2019s cock with Yifan\u2019s hole. He rubs the tip on Yifan\u2019s rim a couple of times before carefully pushing it in. Baekhyun groans, holding Yifan by the hips as he thrusts, burying himself inside Yifan.

It\u2019s maddening. After being worked open to take two cocks, one feels like too little. He gets impatient, arms reaching back for Yixing. A moment later, he feels the head of Yixing\u2019s cock breach his entrance without any resistance, the friction of it sliding against Baekhyun\u2019s cock making his other boyfriend moan woefully.

Yifan is stuffed full. They take a while to move, and never do it simultaneously, but it feels incredible. Yixing has a slightly faster pace, circling his arms around Yifan to support him. Baekhyun is slower, a little more tentative. Yixing turns the plug in his ass back on, making Baekhyun jerk and his cock press against Yifan\u2019s prostate. He comes with a loud moan, hands squeezing Yifan\u2019s hips.

Baekhyun\u2019s cum has no room to seep out of Yifan, not with the way Yixing is fucking him hard and fast, like he doesn\u2019t want to last much longer than Baekhyun. Yifan\u2019s both hands squeeze his cock, thumbs caressing his tip and spreading precome all over.

When Yixing comes, he rests his open, wet mouth against Yifan\u2019s nape, breathing out hot air in a way that drives Yifan crazy for release. They pull out, the drag making Yifan clench. He\u2019s not done yet and they know it.

Yixing sits back on the bed and brings Yifan to sit between his legs to give Baekhyun room to work. The sound of the plug can\u2019t be heard anymore, but when Baekhyun lies on his stomach to suck Yifan off, he can see the device still buried in him. Yifan likes to joke that one of the reasons why they had<\/i> to have Baekhyun is his tongue work. Baekhyun gives head like no one else Yifan\u2019s ever experienced, and it\u2019s hard to hold back. When Yifan comes, sucking in his breath in an attempt to make his orgasm last longer, Baekhyun swallows the whole thing, licking his lips afterwards and crawling on top of them to press a light kiss on Yifan\u2019s mouth before leaning around him to offer Yixing the same thing.

--

It wasn\u2019t always like this. For a long time it was just Yifan and Yixing, and they genuinely thought it would remain that way. There was no reason to believe they\u2019d break up in the future. They\u2019d been together all through high school and planned on moving to the city after college graduation. Next step would\u2019ve probably been marriage and a kid or two. Their plans were clear and straightforward, and that was ok because neither thought there was anything else in store for them. That\u2019s when Baekhyun happened.

Maybe in their minds, it was supposed to be a one night stand. But Yifan and Yixing kept returning to the club where they met Baekhyun, hoping they would meet again. And when they finally found him, they made sure he didn\u2019t leave.

Explaining everything to their families was kinda tricky. Yifan feared they would oppose the idea of someone else, and Baekhyun would feel so estranged he\u2019d second guess his decision. It took him so long to feel comfortable in their house, to feel like he belonged there. Everything went well, and even if it took Yixing\u2019s grandparents a while longer to understand their dynamics, no one was immune to Baekhyun\u2019s charm.

Yifan often thinks about how clueless he was when he felt complete back then, just Yixing and him. Turns out there was some sort of gap that they didn\u2019t know about -- a vacancy, completely Baekhyun-shaped, and it was only when the younger waltzed in that he learned what it really meant to feel complete.

They\u2019ve talked about family. About moving to a nice house (not too big, not too small) and maybe adopting. Pregnancy is always an option, but deciding who\u2019s surrogating and who\u2019s siring is the rocky part. One of them would need to stay out of the process and that is out of the question. No man should be left behind, thus, adoption being the best alternative.

That\u2019s why the doctor\u2019s words hit him hard.

\u201cYes, you\u2019re pregnant,\u201d she announces, Yifan\u2019s blood test results in her hands. Dr. Song is young, probably as young as Yifan himself. She seems comfortable in her compassionate stand, studying Yifan the same way she does many others.

It\u2019s not like he wasn\u2019t expecting those words, he went there to take a blood test for a reason. They just\u2026 Worry him. The three of them talked about many scenarios involving children: adoption, fostering, finding a baby in the streets. For each of them there\u2019s a protocol - Yixing actually wrote guidelines for each case. How did they not consider accidental pregnancy?

\u201cAre you alright, Mr. Wu? Am I the messenger of bad news?\u201d Dr. Song chuckles, her thin, straight hair moving with the shaking of her shoulders.

Yifan rubs his face with both hands, \u201cI\u2019m not sure, doctor. Is this test one hundred percent safe? Am I really\u2026 There\u2019s really\u2026\u201d

The woman inhales, straightening in her chair. \u201cThe test you took is called hcg quantitative blood test. It measures the level of hcg hormone in your blood, which happens to be the hormone produced during pregnancy. This test shows hcg levels as early as 5 days after the sexual relation. So yes, Mr. Wu, considering you\u2019re a month in, it\u2019s accurate.\u201d

Do not freak out<\/i>, he reasons. This isn\u2019t the end of the world, you can deal with this. Do not freak out.<\/i>

Dr. Song sighs, the gesture maybe a little fonder than intended, and hands over a box of tissues.

--

Even before meeting Yixing, Yifan never thought about having a baby. It looked bothersome. When he was 10, his neighbor\u2019s son got pregnant at 16 and his parents were always carrying him to the hospital in the middle of the night or very early in the morning. Sometimes Yifan\u2019s mom would mention how risky the boy\u2019s pregnancy was and how worried his parents were. He gave birth at a premature state. Since then, the idea of growing another human being inside of him appeared very dangerous and something to avoid at all costs. Then he met Yixing and suddenly it didn\u2019t seem such a bad idea. But then<\/i> there was Baekhyun.

In the end it doesn\u2019t even matter. Yifan has ended up pregnant with a child that could be Yixing\u2019s, as well as Baekhyun\u2019s. If the two of them could sire the baby, then that\u2019s ok. But only one? It sounds so wrong\u2026 Now he\u2019s supposed to break the news. What if they go nuts? What if they walk out the door and Yifan is left by himself to raise the kid? The thought runs a shiver down his spine, even if it\u2019s an absurd one.

\u201cNow that\u2019s an interesting turn of events,\u201d Yifan\u2019s little sister says when he calls her, desperate for some advice, words of wisdom, mockery. Anything to keep him out of his own mind.

\u201cYou think?\u201d he bangs his head on the kitchen counter as Amber\u2019s laughter comes out of his earphones. \u201cThis is not funny.\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019re right. This is nice. It\u2019s a nice surprise!\u201d she exclaims. Yifan can almost picture her going around her bedroom, doing four things at once. \u201cYou\u2019re not sick or anything, you\u2019re\u2026 Pregnant.\u201d

He groans.

\u201cFine, it\u2019s kinda weird because you\u2019ve been saying you\u2019d never get pregnant since you were a fetus yourself.\u201d She remembers. \u201cBut this is not bad at all. Think about it. You\u2019ll have a kid with\u2026 One of your boyfriends and t--\u201d

\u201cThat!\u201d he yells, face instantly lifting from the counter. \u201cThat\u2019s what bothers me! Only one of them sired this child and I have no idea who\u2019s responsible!\u201d

Amber hums, \u201cSo basically you\u2019re worried about what name is going on the birth certificate?\u201d

\u201cNot that.\u201d After sighing, Yifan sits straight. \u201cI\u2019m worried about family concepts. I thought we\u2019d aced that a long time ago, but there\u2019s someone else coming now. A child. This child will know I birthed them, but they won\u2019t know who sired them.\u201d

\u201cYifan. You have two<\/i> counterparts.\u201d By the way she sounds, Amber has probably sat down and is now granting Yifan her full attention. \u201cI don\u2019t think it\u2019s fair to Yixing or Baekhyun that you\u2019re trying to reach conclusions and make decisions without their knowledge of the situation.\u201d

Yifan\u2019s mouth drops open, the protest ready to roll out of his tongue, \u201cI\u2019m not--!!!\u201d but his sister will have none of it.

\u201cTalk to them. This concerns both of them as much as it concerns you. It doesn\u2019t matter who sired the kid, they won\u2019t care. This will be a new member of your family.They\u2019ll love whatever comes out of you unconditionally and will hopefully be loved back.\u201d

\u201cCan we talk about how you just called a baby someth--\u201d

She hangs up on him. Of course she does, it\u2019s Amber. When she\u2019s done, she\u2019s done. Calling her was the best decision. She has this way of getting through him with stuff he already knew but refused to acknowledge. Yes, he should talk to Yixing and Baekhyun. He doesn\u2019t even know what they think of this whole pregnancy thing. Is it too soon to give their family a boost? Can they wait a while longer? Should they go with adoption? Is Yifan really the best surrogate between the three of them? So many questions.

He left work early to go take the test, so when they get home around 6 Yifan is already there. Yixing first, and then Baekhyun about 10 minutes later. Yifan tries not to seem so suspicious, answering their questions and attempting smiles when needed. It\u2019s after Baekhyun finishes a sandwich that he asks them to sit down. His hands are sweaty and his head pounds -- he\u2019s starting to feel a little feverish -- but his boyfriends are watching him curiously and he can\u2019t back down now.

So Yifan inhales. And says, \u201cI\u2019m pregnant.\u201d

It\u2019s like the words don't really reach the other two. They stare at Yifan as if he said absolutely nothing. Heart pounding in his mouth, Yifan tries to say something, but nothing comes out. His throat has closed.

The first reaction comes from Yixing. He turns around to look at Baekhyun very briefly before focusing on Yifan, eyebrows knitting. His face screams a big, loud, very silent \u201cWHAT?\u201d. He\u2019s not one to distress easily.Yifan has known him for a long time, and not once in all those years he\u2019s seen that expression on Yixing\u2019s face.

\u201cFuck.\u201d Baekhyun finally breaks the silence, mouth ajar.

\u201cWait, are you sure?\u201d As put-together as he always is, Yixing leans forward, forearms on his thighs. He\u2019s studying Yifan carefully, like there\u2019s a chance he might find something (a reason, the truth, that this is all a prank) if he looks well enough.

Yifan sighs, both hands making their way down his face. \u201cYeah, I\u2019m sure. I went to the hospital, they took a blood sample. I\u2019m pregnant.\u201d

\u201cShit.\u201d Baekhyun falls back on the couch, arms limp by his sides. \u201cI thought we were covered. Hell, I thought I<\/i> was the surrogate.\u201d

\u201cWhat?\u201d Yixing questions and Baekhyun repeats himself,\u201cI thought I was the one getting pregnant.\u201d

\u201cAnd why is that?\u201d

\u201cI don\u2019t know, man, how do silent agreements go? I thought we had one,\u201d Baekhyun explains, snorting a laugh and arching one eyebrow. \u201dWe have a lot of those.\u201d

That\u2019s true. They\u2019ve been silently agreeing to things since the very beginning. No foursomes, no dirty dishes in the sink, no fast food on weekends.

\u201cThings don\u2019t happen exactly the way we want, do they?\u201d Yifan says. \u201cLook, we have an important decision to make. It\u2019s not my own, it\u2019s ours<\/i>.\u201d He remembers Amber\u2019s words. \u201cYour lives are going to change as much as mine. All of our lives are going to change.\u201d His words are met with silence. Yifan swallows, blinking a few times before he stands up. \u201cI made my decision, but I don\u2019t want it to influence yours. Have some time to think, we\u2019ll discuss it later.\u201d

Heart back in his mouth, he walks out of their presence hoping that they realize how terrified he is.

--

It\u2019s two days after the announcement of his pregnancy that Yifan gets out of the shower to Yixing and Baekhyun hunched over a chart of colors.

\u201cThis is too light\u2026\u201d

\u201cIs it? I think it\u2019s bright enough\u2026\u201d

\u201c... Navy? Have you seen it?\u201d

\u201cTake that lime.\u201d

\u201cLime? Dude, not cool.\u201d

He clears his throat, arching his eyebrows when the duo turns around to face him.

Baekhyun waves him over. \u201cYifan, come here.\u201d

Yifan approaches them warily, arms behind his back. Yixing gives his chin a few taps while inspecting a color sample. It\u2019s a lime green color, not too bright, not too soft.

\u201cWhat color do you prefer?\u201d Yixing asks, lifting the lime green color sample and a pastel pink one to Yifan\u2019s eye level.

\u201cWhat is that for?\u201d he inquires, taking one of the samples scattered all over the table. These are not just any color samples, he realizes. They\u2019re paint samples. Are they having renovations? Did the two of them decide it without asking for Yifan\u2019s opinion? More important, do they have money to run renovations?

Yixing and Baekhyun share a look, the latter trying to hold back a smile. Yixing inhales, and meets Yifan\u2019s eyes. \u201cFor the nursery, of course. We\u2019re thinking something light, pastel. Because that\u2019s just how nurseries are, I mean.\u201d

Baekhyun is grinning when he says, \u201cWe\u2019re just choosing the colors now because my dad said he\u2019ll give us the crib. As a gift for his first grandchild\u2019s birth. So if we have an idea of what colors we\u2019ll want in the nursery\u2026\u201d

\u201cHe can get the crib in the same color. Get it?\u201d Yixing completes.

Nursery. Crib. Yifan\u2019s brain gives a gentle loop before he grasps what\u2019s going on. He reaches for the two samples Yixing is still holding up for him, lowering his eyes to lime green and pastel pink. His stomach flutters pleasantly and he lets out a soft chuckle.

\u201cYou made up your mind.\u201d He says, thumb brushing the pastel pink color sample. He looks up to find both Yixing and Baekhyun smiling so warm and fondly that his insides could melt just from the sight. \u201cHow did you know that I wanted to keep the baby?\u201d The truth is that Yifan never once thought about not<\/i> keeping the baby. It was the two of them he was worried about. Apparently, there\u2019s no need for worrying anymore.

Yixing snorts and rolls his eyes, \u201cPlease, you\u2019ve been purchasing pregnancy e-books under my account.\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s pretty incriminating.\u201d Baekhyun points out, leaving Yixing\u2019s side to worm his way into Yifan\u2019s arms.

Yixing joins them, his hand coming to rest on Yifan\u2019s neck. \u201cWe\u2019ll figure this out. It\u2019s going to be a great thing.\u201d

It\u2019s like their words act as an antidote to every single concern Yifan\u2019s been having the past week. Who\u2019s the sire, how will they explain their situation to a child, Yifan\u2019s anxiety with being pregnant. Suddenly everything seems small -- they\u2019re bigger than all these things.

Yifan wraps his arms around Baekhyun and presses a kiss on Yixing\u2019s lips. \u201cThank you,\u201d he says.

Yixing shrugs, \u201cIt\u2019s our life, isn\u2019t it? So let\u2019s plan the next 30 years.\u201d

And plan they did. But before, they cuddled on the couch because Yifan was sleepy and his boyfriends are just the right kind of warm."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:19260","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/19260.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=19260"}}],"title":"Summer Kind of Wonderful","published":"2015-12-02T23:49:22Z","updated":"2015-12-02T23:49:22Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"fic fest"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"xiuhun"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> Summer kind of wonderful
Pairing(s):<\/b> Sehun\/Xiumin, ninja!Chanyeol\/Jongin
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Length:<\/b> 6,632 words
Summary:<\/b> In the summer he goes to his mother\u2019s beach house, Minseok tries to win the affections of the boy-next-door who comes over to use the pool and is seemingly resolute in refusing Minseok\u2019s friendship. He also meets someone who touches him inappropriately, plays paintball with a crowd and considers opening a bookstore.
Warnings:<\/b> Sehun, the Prince of Bad Humor. Oh, and Luhan.
Author's note:<\/b> well, this was reeeally fun to write. thank you for the awesome prompt! also, thanks to the ~fairies~: s, a, and h for their support and hand-holding. this is self-betaed btw. the title was taken from gossip girl\u2019s second season, episode 1. written for the <\/a>xiuhunation<\/b><\/a><\/span> fic fest



Minseok meets Sehun in a weird way. Not because of Sehun per se, it\u2019s just that he doesn't actually think he'll have any sort of fun during the summer break he goes to his mother's beach house -- mostly because of his stepfather. The guy is a douche and Minseok hates that facing him is a requirement to spend time with his mom. He boards the plane anyway, hoping that he'll find a way to avoid being in the man's presence.

He can't. Because what Park Yoochun wants is the exact opposite of what Minseok wants. The first thing Minseok sees when he arrives at the airport is this huge, unnecessarily sparkly sign saying \"Welcome Minseokkie.\" He cringes but forces a smile because his mom is standing right next to Yoochun looking disgustingly supportive with a hand on her husband\u2019s shoulder. Minseok cringes one more time.

\u201cHi mom,\u201d he says, adjusting the strap of his backpack and letting his wheeled travel bag rest by his side. His mom yanks him by the t-shirt (Minseok is sure he hears fabric ripping somewhere) and wraps him in a hug so tight that he can almost feel his eyes popping out. \u201cM-mom.\u201d

\u201cI missed you so much, Minseokkie,\u201d she releases him only to hold him by the shoulders as she makes mother eyes<\/i> at him. \u201cWelcome home.\u201d

Not really, but he\u2019d never tell that to his mother, so Minseok just nods gratefully. He is<\/i> grateful that his mother spared him of another pitiful summer in Yifan\u2019s apartment, and her new house is just a few minutes away from the beach which makes it all more interesting and an offer that Minseok could never refuse.

\u201cThanks, mom,\u201d he smiles at her. \u201cI\u2019ll have a good time.\u201d

\u201cYou sure will!\u201d Yoochun butts in. Minseok has to refrain from rolling his eyes. \u201cThe closest beach is amazing; the boardwalk has a few charming establishments and the pier is so inspiring!\u201d he excites while guiding them out of the airport, toward his car -- a blue Subaru BRZ. He\u2019d read somewhere that the BRZ is a car for the ones who aren\u2019t seeking insanely high speeds. Park Yoochun doesn\u2019t drink or smoke. Park Yoochun is the proud founder and CEO of a hair product company and his locks are always scenting like berries. Minseok lifts his eyes to gaze at Yoochun, who\u2019s just blabbering whatever to no one in particular and figures that a Subaru BRZ is the right car for someone like him.

\u201cOur neighbors are also very nice people,\u201d his stepfather continues. \u201cI really think you\u2019ll like it in here, Minseokkie.\u201d

Above anything else, he\u2019s here to have fun, and that\u2019s what he should focus on. So Minseok sighs, nods and plugs his earphones once Yoochun starts talking.

--

The weird part -- where he meets Sehun -- happens a few hours after he arrives at their house. A mansion, to be completely fair. Marble pillars and huge, giant double doors that Yoochun can\u2019t shut up about how difficult it was to have it brought from Sri Lanka, floral motif rugs from Afghanistan and the most exquisite paintings bought all over the world. Impressive, to say the least. Yoochun may be a douche, but he\u2019s a douche with a steady income who provides his mother with a beautiful home. A tolerable douche (doesn\u2019t mean Minseok will be willing to welcome him into his heart).

His mother asks him about school and his plans of signing for grad school after graduation while she gives him a tour of the place. Minseok\u2019s mother was never one to take interest in the most detailed aspects of other people\u2019s lives, so he gives her the short and very precise answers that always seem satisfactory and allows her to engage him in detailed aspects of her<\/i> life. She leads him into the library -- about 500 titles that Minseok is sure were never touched by his mom --, which is quite charming and cozy. There is a reading corner on the floor with thick, fluffy carpets and several pillows and puffs besides three arm chairs nearby and one table with six seats. He wonders if that many people would ever use that place. The playroom, how his mother calls, is where Yoochun keeps at least 7 different consoles, billiard and air hockey tables, a tall bookcase filled with board games, tables and chairs all around, paintball guns (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and a big plasma tv. That\u2019s Minseok\u2019s favorite part of the house until she shows him the projection room: a small movie theater. By then, Minseok is already wondering if he\u2019s the only human being alive who doesn\u2019t use Yoochun\u2019s hair products.

The pool is the last part of the tour. Just like the rest of the house, it\u2019s not a humble pool. It has a waterfall, two waterslides (one in a spiral and a straight one), a poolside bar, chairs, lounges, plants, flowers, a grill, and floats. His skin itches for a swim. So the first thing he does when his mom shows him to his room -- he won\u2019t even get started on the king size canopy bed, tv and computer that look like have been set up just for him and the huge bathroom -- is to change into his swim trunks.

Humming to a hit song and mentally cackling at Yifan, who\u2019s probably playing The Left of Us for the fifth time and wishing Minseok was there sharing his misery, he heads to the pool with a towel on his shoulder. The great part is that Minseok doesn\u2019t get lost. The odd part is that there\u2019s someone lying on his belly on one of the pool chairs. That person wasn\u2019t there 5 minutes ago, and judging by the smooth skin and light hair, it\u2019s a young someone. A male, young someone. His mom didn\u2019t mention a third person living there, could that be Yoochun\u2019s relative? Or a servant of the house?

Minseok drops his towel on a chair and walks over, getting closer enough to see the boy\u2019s face. His eyes are closed, but that\u2019s not what calls Minseok\u2019s attention. That male, young someone has an interesting, royal face. All his features are slim and well carved.

He clears his throat hoping that the boy will open his eyes, but the only sign that there\u2019s still life in him comes from the sigh he heaves.

\u201cHello?\u201d Minseok tries. The boy sighs again. \u201cAre you alive?\u201d

No response. Minseok squints. He knows that the boy is listening. \u201cI know you\u2019re listening to me,\u201d he insists.

\u201cSo you also know I\u2019m refusing to answer.\u201d the voice startles him, but the eyes remain closed. \u201cCan you please move aside? You are blocking the sun.\u201d

What a rude fuck. Who\u2019s that little shit? Who does he think he is? For all purposes that is his mother\u2019s house, and even if this prick is related to Park Yoochun in any way, he has no right to act like he\u2019s the king in town. Minseok is about to retort something vicious, but Yoochun\u2019s annoyingly chirpy voice beats him.

\u201cOh! So you met Sehunnie!\u201d he says.

Minseok huffs and folds his arms on his chest, refusing to look at the insulting person.

Yoochun bluntly ignores his body language in favor of exciting a little more, \u201cSehun lives next door, he comes here to use the pool because the pool in his own house is too boring, right Sehunnie?\u201d

It almost comes as a shock when the boy, Sehun, opens his eyes and sits up, facing Yoochun with the brightest smile Minseok\u2019s seen in days. Of course he would be nice to Yoochun. He\u2019s interested in using the pool.

\u201cRight hyung.\u201d Sehun answers.

Minseok is stupid enough to think this is a good time to introduce himself, and says, \u201cI\u2019m Minseok.\u201d

It shouldn\u2019t surprise him that Sehun\u2019s expression changes drastically as he shifts his gaze to Minseok. He stares stoically, severe eyebrows judging Minseok\u2019s every angle. \u201cOk.\u201d Sehun says, standing up and smiling at Yoochun one last time before heading to the waterslides. Minseok is left gaping and confused. What\u2026 The hell is wrong with that guy?

A hand touches his shoulder and he turns to face Yoochun, \u201cDon\u2019t worry. Sehunnie can be difficult at first. It takes time to win him over,\u201d then the man grins. \u201cbut you are so great, Minseokkie, you can win him over in no time.\u201d

As he watches his stepfather disappear into the house, Minseok ponders if he\u2019d like to win such a grumpy kid over. A splash sound calls his attention to the pool and he spots Sehun emerging, wet hair thrown back. The boy frowns at him and dives. It pains him to admit it but maybe Yoochun is right; Minseok is<\/i> lovable and pleasant. No one turns down the opportunity to befriend him and it won\u2019t be this surly boy who will put a blot on his reputation.

--

Minseok wakes up on the next day feeling awesome. One more time Minseok wears his swim trunks and heads to the pool. He\u2019s not surprised to find The Prince of Bad Humor there sitting on his chair, wearing expensive-looking sunglasses and two sunscreen stripes on his cheeks. Minseok snorts a laugh, dropping his towel on the same chair he sat before and walking over to Sehun.

\u201cShould you even get this much sun? You\u2019re too pale. Could get a heat stroke.\u201d he says, attentive to any signs that Sehun is listening to him. The previous day the two of them shared the pool for a good two hours and Sehun showed no intentions of speaking to Minseok.

To his surprise, it doesn\u2019t take the boy long to reply him. \u201cSun is good for you. Vitamin D,\u201d only his mouth moves. \u201cI\u2019ve read somewhere it\u2019s essential for decreasing symptoms of asthma.\u201d

Minseok hums, \u201cThat\u2019s why you\u2019ve decided to spend the whole summer here. Frying under all this UV light.\u201d

Slowly, Sehun removes his shades and frowns at Minseok. That\u2019s<\/i> a frown. \u201cExcuse you,\u201d he stresses the words, getting up from the chair and tossing back his sunglasses before diving and sending splashes of water all over Minseok. Ok. Fine. He\u2019ll just sit right here, with Sehun\u2019s sunglasses on his lap.

It doesn\u2019t take the boy too long. A few swims around the pool and he\u2019s coming out, eyeing Minseok like he knows exactly why he\u2019s sitting there. Reaching for the towel on the side table, Sehun sighs.

\u201cI think we should establish a schedule.\u201d he says.

\u201cWhat?\u201d

\u201cFor the pool,\u201d Sehun drops the towel and shows Minseok his palm, a silent request for his sunglasses. Minseok ignores him. \u201cI don\u2019t like having to share.\u201d

\u201cYou don\u2019t--\u201d Minseok huffs, shaking his head in disbelief. \u201cThis is my mother\u2019s house. You don\u2019t get to dictate rules around here\u201d

Sehun makes a grab for his sunglasses, but Minseok is faster, hiding it behind his back before carefully slipping out of the chair.

\u201cGive it back,\u201d he almost sounds annoyed when he demands. It\u2019s cute. Minseok wears it, shrugging as he points two fingers at his own face.

\u201cI\u2019d tell you to come get it, but we both know you\u2019re not that kind of person.\u201d

\u201cYou don\u2019t know what kind of person I am.\u201d Sehun shoots back. Now he\u2019s really irked and Minseok smiles, licking the sides of his lips as he walks back into the house.

\u201cFor now.\u201d

--

Yoochun just can\u2019t shut up about the skate park. Somehow, he planted in his own head the idea that Minseok would like to hang out there, so he makes it his mission to mention the damn place at any given opportunity.

\u201cMinseokkie, have you been to the skate park already?\u201d At the breakfast table.

\u201cThe skate park is a great place to make friends!\u201d at the lunch table.

\u201cI can take you to the skate park!\u201d when Minseok is heading to the pool.

But of all the occasions he deemed important to remark the skate park, only one really stirs interest in Minseok. He\u2019s in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water, thinking of strolling around the city for a while because he hasn\u2019t gone sightseeing yet when Yoochun appears out of nowhere, like always, face stretched in that wide smile that always spooks the shit out of Minseok.

\u201cAre you going to the skate park? Sehunnie just headed there with his friends, I saw them leaving.\u201d he says.

That\u2019s how Minseok finds himself at the skate park surrounded by different sounds and people. There are several groups scattered around the place, each group carrying their own speakers, blaring their own music. Minseok just inspects for a moment, taking in everyone skateboarding and rollerskating and just sitting soaking up each other\u2019s awesomeness.

It\u2019s not hard to spot Sehun among all those unrecognizable faces. He\u2019s sitting by the grass with a couple other people, listening intently to something a blonde guy is saying. Minseok smirks, wearing Sehun\u2019s sunglasses<\/i> that he managed to snatch the other day and decidedly approaching the group. Usually he wouldn\u2019t do something like this -- barging into people\u2019s spaces and making himself at home, but this is a special occasion. He\u2019s on a mission.

As soon as he gets to them, one by one the people sitting with Sehun look up at him, and at last, Sehun himself. \u201cHey,\u201d Minseok says, body completely facing Sehun. He can tell his friends are curious, all glancing at each other in question, and Sehun\u2019s face turns mysteriously red. \u201cyou forgot this.\u201d with natural ease, Minseok removes the sunglasses and tosses it on Sehun\u2019s lap.

No one speaks for a while. Minseok\u2019s eyes never leave Sehun\u2019s. The boy is static, completely baffled as he stares at Minseok with a wide mouth and furiously pink cheeks. That\u2019s definitely new. He\u2019s been \u2018sharing\u2019 the pool with Sehun for a few days and he\u2019s never seen the other blush, let alone this harsh.

\u201cWho are you?\u201d someone who\u2019s not Sehun asks and Minseok turns to face the blonde guy, mouth quirking in a smile.

\u201cSehun and I share a pool,\u201d grinning, Minseok gazes at a disconcerted Sehun. \u201cright Sehunnie?\u201d

The only girl in the group, a small type with short blue hair mutters \u2018Sehunnie?\u2019.

Minseok didn\u2019t think Sehun would recover so soon, blinking out of his stupor and clearing his throat before explaining, \u201cMinseok. He\u2019s been staying at Yoochun\u2019s.\u201d

So he does<\/i> remember Minseok\u2019s name.

\u201cAh, we know Yoochun,\u201d blonde guy says turning to look at the rest of the group. All four people (who are not Sehun) nod.

\u201cHe owns nearly every console known to man.\u201d A tall guy with weird ears says. \u201cAre you his brother or something?\u201d

\u201cMy mother is married to him.\u201d

Minseok tries to hide his amusement at the clear change in the way Sehun\u2019s group of friends look at him. Apparently, being somehow related to Yoochun just earned him a great amount of respect. Probably all the things he owns. Definitely all the things he owns. Blonde guy waves him to take a seat and Minseok shoots Sehun a glance before complying. He looks thoughtful; trying really hard to keep his eyes on the grass.

\u201cI\u2019m Luhan,\u201d blonde guy says, then points over the rest of the group. \u201cThat\u2019s Chanyeol, Jongin, Luna, and Jongdae,\u201d they all take turns waving at Minseok. \u201cSehun didn\u2019t tell us he\u2019d met Yoochun\u2019s son-in-law.\u201d

Sehun opens his mouth to justify, probably use the opportunity to insult Minseok once more, but Minseok is quicker. \u201cHe refused my offer of friendship the first day we met.\u201d

Sehun huffs, meeting Minseok\u2019s eyes with those severe eyebrows of his. \u201cYou didn\u2019t offer friendship, you were just blocking the sun.\u201d

The guy called Chanyeol snorts a laugh and Luna attempts petting Sehun\u2019s hair, but he just ducks her hand. \u201cDon\u2019t mind Sehun,\u201d she says, smiling sweetly at Minseok. \u201cHe tries really hard to be unpleasant.\u201d

A dude riding a skateboard falls really close to them, not taking a second to stand up and scurry away with a half-hearted apology. He doesn\u2019t disrupt the peace of the group.

\u201cSo, Minseok, are you here on vacation?\u201d Luhan asks. He leans into Minseok, ignoring any social conventions that prevent him from invading the personal space of someone he just met.

\u201cUm,\u201d he tries to lean away without being rude, but Luhan\u2019s leg is pressing on his thigh. \u201cYeah, vacation. My mom wanted me to visit.\u201d

\u201cDid you have time to go around the house?\u201d Jongin asks. His voice is draggy, like he\u2019s on autopilot. He also looks about to fall asleep.

\u201cYeah,\u201d Minseok replies. \u201cIt\u2019s a nice house.\u201d

Everyone agrees enthusiastically; except Sehun. Sehun\u2019s been quiet the whole exchange, picking on grass and taking into the people riding their skateboards and inline skaters and looking extremely detached from the conversation. He looked pretty into whatever the subject was before Minseok appeared.

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to look so annoyed by my presence,\u201d Minseok tells him, taking the opportunity while the others engage in the topic of Yoochun\u2019s fantastic house. Sehun eyes him briefly, turning back to watching the skateboarders.

\u201cNot annoyed.\u201d he replies curtly. \u201cJust not interested.\u201d

\u201cNot interested in the conversation or me?\u201d

Sehun sighs, tearing and shredding on grass. \u201cBoth,\u201d he blinks at Minseok. \u201cWhy are you here, really? It\u2019s not because of my sunglasses.\u201d

Shrugging, Minseok leans back on his hands. It helps him get a little away from Luhan. \u201cYoochun kept talking about the skate park so I wanted to check it out.\u201d

\u201cAnd you brought my sunglasses hoping you\u2019d meet me here?\u201d his tone is patronizing, and Minseok snorts.

\u201cHe told me you\u2019d be here.\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019re stalking me.\u201d it\u2019s not a question.

\u201cNot stalking, I\u2019m just\u2026 Persisting.\u201d Minseok smiles at the other. \u201cYou didn\u2019t seem to have realized what a great opportunity you passed on when you refused my friendship offer.\u201d

Sehun rolls his eyes, body shifting. \u201cYou didn\u2019t offer friendship, you just--\u201d

\u201cActually, Sehunnie, it was a friendship offer. Now I\u2019m afraid you were too blunt to have realized, and that\u2019s another reason why I\u2019m here.\u201d he holds his gaze, Sehun\u2019s eyebrows knitting together in confusion as his lips part. Minseok\u2019s eyes move unintentionally, but it\u2019s a good thing they do; he has the chance to admire Sehun\u2019s pink mouth. The bow of his lips is a little rounded, and he doesn\u2019t have plushy and full lips like his friend Jongin, but they look soft and tasty<\/i> and Minseok is suddenly thirsty.

He only realizes Luhan\u2019s been calling him when a hand touches his knee. \u201cWe\u2019re going to a party later today. Do you wanna come?\u201d

Minseok doesn\u2019t dwell on all the fifty shades of wrong that are in Luhan touching his knee, he just tries to lean a little bit farther away. The word \u2018party\u2019 projects images of Sehun\u2019s cute lips in Minseok\u2019s mind, and although it\u2019s been less than one minute since he\u2019s realized Sehun has pretty, kissable lips, Minseok is answering \u201cSure.\u201d before he can object.

--

The party happens in a beach house not far from the skate park. Minseok drives there with Sehun\u2019s friends, Luhan insistently trying to make conversation while Sehun scowls petulantly. As soon as they get there, the group splits. It\u2019s a party like any other, so Minseok behaves like usual, walking around squeezing between dancing bikini girls and muscular guys. He grabs a juice can (getting drunk somewhere you don\u2019t know is not very wise) and goes checking the place. It\u2019s a nice house, sparkling new furniture and large family pictures hanging on nearly every wall. Whoever owns it is definitely unaware of the mess going on.

Minseok finds Sehun in the patio looking comfortable but somehow annoyed in a chair. He doesn\u2019t even deny to himself that he was, indeed, looking for Sehun. He\u2019s the reason Minseok is here to begin with, so he might as well act like it. Taking his time, Minseok approaches him, sitting in the chair next to him.

\u201cIs everyone around here loaded or you and your friends only hang out with the rich people?\u201d Minseok\u2019s question startles Sehun, the boy frowning at him as he acknowledges his presence. Smiling, Minseok crosses his legs. \u201cHey, Sehunnie.\u201d

\u201cStop calling me that,\u201d Sehun bites, moving his eyes away from Minseok, showing him complete disregard.

\u201cYoochun calls you Sehunnie.\u201d Minseok reasons.

Shooting him a judgemental look, Sehun says, \u201cYoochun is my friend. You\u2019re not.\u201d

Minseok hums, \u201cWe can change that.\u201d

\u201cI thought I\u2019d made clear that--\u201d

\u201cFrankly Sehunnie,\u201d Minseok leans back on his chair as Sehun turns to face him. \u201cyou put up quite a hostile front.\u201d

\u201cIf you\u2019re going to keep calling me Sehunnie, then I\u2019m out of here,\u201d placing his hands on the arms of the chair, Sehun prepares to stand up.

\u201cWill you talk to me if I stop calling you Sehunnie?\u201d

\u201cDo you ever<\/i> give up?\u201d

\u201cNope,\u201d he pops the p, eyebrows arching. \u201cWill you?\u201d

It takes him some time, but eventually Sehun rolls his eyes. \u201cOk.\u201d

\u201cOk?\u201d

\u201cOk, you can talk. But don\u2019t expect me to enjoy.\u201d As totally expected of the Prince of Bad Humor.

Canned juice tastes like victory. \u201cFine by me.\u201d

Minseok isn\u2019t sure if it\u2019s Jay-Z or 50 Cent blasting on the stereo (he\u2019s never been able to set their music apart), but for the time being he lets the horrendous beat fill the silence between them. Is there anything immediate he\u2019d like to ask Sehun? Maybe request to inspect his mouth closely. With his own mouth.

He\u2019s seen many mouths in his life -- many wonderful mouths and luscious, glistening, puffy, juicy lips. Back in his dorm building there are at least four people waiting to make out with him. Seriously, there\u2019s a waiting list (Yifan made sure to organize one). Meaning he\u2019s seen cute lips before<\/i>, but there\u2019s something about this boy\u2019s lips that just makes his stomach twist in anxiety. Might be due to the fact that Sehun\u2019s refused him sympathy since the first moment they saw each other and Minseok doesn\u2019t respond too well to apathy.

Taking a deep breath, he drinks what\u2019s left of his juice and turns to the very quiet, very stoic boy by his side. \u201cWell. We should start talking.\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019re the one who\u2019s eager to speak,\u201d Sehun says, eyes trained on a plant that\u2019s not interesting at all.

\u201cI just want to get to know the guy who comes by my mother\u2019s pool.\u201d Minseok shrugs. When Sehun sighs, he continues. \u201cHow old are you?\u201d

Sehun\u2019s mouth quirks just a tiny bit upwards. \u201cYou don\u2019t expect me to answer that, do you?\u201d

\u201cFine, don\u2019t tell me your age. Tell me what you do.\u201d

Crossing his arms, he blinks at Minseok for a fraction of a second before looking back at the plant. He\u2019s not planning on answering.

\u201cCome on, Sehun, it\u2019s just talking.\u201d Minseok indulges.

\u201cI go to college,\u201d his mouth barely moves when he answers, a frown on his lips that\u2019s more cute than annoyed. Minseok smiles.

\u201cMe too,\u201d he says. \u201cAlthough I don\u2019t think I\u2019d have applied if I lived in a place like this.\u201d

\u201cIn a beach?\u201d Sehun asks, a bit curled into himself, voice a little tight.

\u201cYeah. There\u2019s so much to do here besides going to college. I could work two jobs, keep some money and open a store. Or I could go live off sport, maybe skateboard my way through life.\u201d

Sehun snorts, \u201cYou\u2019re describing the early life plans of someone who now sells drugs for a living.\u201d

\u201cThere\u2019s so much negativity in your speech,\u201d Minseok says. \u201cI saw nice spots near the pier when I was going to the skate park. There\u2019s a lot of potential for a book store.\u201d

\u201cNo one reads around here,\u201d Sehun informs. \u201cPeople like to go to the beach, get a nice tan, then go to hip bars and drink daiquiris.\u201d

\u201cAre you trying to tell me I don\u2019t have a future in this city?\u201d Minseok chuckles and Sehun remains quiet. \u201cIt\u2019s cute how you\u2019re always trying to be annoying.\u201d

\u201cYou wanted to talk.\u201d he answers, both hands running through smooth hair. It falls softly across his forehead, right above his perfectly-shaped eyebrows. Sehun is really handsome, Minseok notices. Not that he hadn\u2019t noticed before, but right now, he\u2019s off the charts in handsomeness. Perhaps the sour attitude. For sure the sour attitude.

\u201cSay, Sehun, do you have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?\u201d Minseok asks casually because everyone always asks about girlfriends and boyfriends at some point.

Sehun glances at him, mouth ajar as his tongue comes to poke at his lower lip. Minseok\u2019s stomach twists and flips inside out. He tries to stay focused, but his eyes drift to Sehun\u2019s mouth.

\u201cNone of your business.\u201d the boy says.

\u201cDon\u2019t you think it\u2019s time to try a different approach, Sehun? Bitch face is getting boring.\u201d

With a long sigh, Sehun crosses his legs, elegantly placing both arms on his thigh. \u201cBehold all the fucks I give.\u201d

He looks so disinterested and posh it makes Minseok want to laugh. He\u2019s adorable. His unpleasantness is adorable and Minseok would keep him in a small glass globe if he could. Suddenly, an idea strikes him.

\u201cAlright, I\u2019m going to offer you a deal. We spend the day together tomorrow. If I can\u2019t manage to make it nice, I won\u2019t bother you anymore.\u201d

Loud laughter is a lot gentler than what Minseok was initially expecting when he thought of this crazy plan two seconds ago. Sehun clutches his stomach as he laughs at Minseok\u2019s face.

\u201cI\u2019m serious, man,\u201d he insists.

\u201cIf I accept this,\u201d Sehun starts after he takes his time recovering all air lost with the cackling, a wide smile still stretched across his face. \u201cwill you really quit bothering me?\u201d

Minseok raises his hand. \u201cI give you my word.\u201d

He seems to consider the offer for a second, a long finger scratching his chin. \u201cOk then. We have a deal.\u201d

--

When Minseok told Yoochun that he\u2019d have people over for the day, the man nearly brought him to the ground in a hug.

\u201cThat\u2019s great, Minseokkie! You already made friends!\u201d he spoke, cheek pressed to the side of Minseok\u2019s head. \u201cYou\u2019re so likable, of course you\u2019d make friends in a rush!\u201d

Minseok only didn\u2019t push him because his mother passed by them hugging and almost shed a tear. He patted Yoochun\u2019s back and rolled his eyes. In short, Minseok informed his stepfather that he\u2019d be using his playroom and the pool area.

\u201cWhy don\u2019t you use the paintball field, Minseokkie?\u201d Yoochun suggested.

\u201cYou have a paintball field?\u201d He\u2019d be damned if anything in Yoochun\u2019s house could still surprise him. Seriously. He could tell Minseok that there is a sex club underground and he\u2019d shrug.

\u201cOf course! In the third garden. It\u2019s a little dusty because my bros and I hardly have time to use it, but Sehunnie used it with his friends once. Oh, you could invite Sehunnie!\u201d

Instead of giving him information, Minseok chose to nod once and retreat to his bedroom. He called the number Luhan forcefully shoved into his contact list to tell him about the gathering. Luhan sounded a little frantic when Minseok mentioned paintball.

And now, walking around the playroom and looking at all the food and drinks Yoochun had his maids put there for them, Minseok is just a bit excited.

Sehun arrives first, naturally. Minseok is playing Tony Hawk\u2019s Pro Skater 5 when he gets in; sunglasses on and a loose, pale blue tank, he walks in like he\u2019s used to being there.

\u201c\u2018Sup,\u201d he offers, not even bothering to take off his sunglasses. He stops next to Minseok, arms crossed on his chest and eyes on the TV. \u201cI thought I\u2019d warned you about the risks of skateboarding yesterday?\u201d

\u201cTruth is I\u2019m only playing this for the soundtrack,\u201d Minseok answers. \u201cDo you wanna give it a try?\u201d

\u201cNo.\u201d Sehun sits in an armchair not far from Minseok. \u201cSo, do you have anything awesome planned? Luhan can\u2019t shut up about paintball.\u201d

A comment about how talkative Sehun is today is at the tip of Minseok\u2019s tongue, but he knows better than to voice it. \u201cYeah, we\u2019re using the paintball field. Yoochun said it\u2019s ok.\u201d

\u201cYoochun is really nice,\u201d Sehun says. As much as it pains him to say it, Yoochun hasn\u2019t been as awful as Minseok originally expected him to be. He\u2019s clingy and tries really hard to get to Minseok\u2019s good side, but other than that, his stepfather is just a silly dude.

Sehun\u2019s friends arrive a few minutes later bringing a couple other people Minseok\u2019s never seen before. Luhan introduces Minseok like they\u2019re longtime friends. The new people -- Soojung, Joonmyun, and Jinri -- look thrilled to be there, and Minseok wonders if Yoochun\u2019s house in some kind of sanctuary for these guys.

The girl named Soojung takes her time at the food table eating everything she can before they head to the 3rd garden where the paintball field is located. They carry the guns there and Luhan takes charge of splitting the teams. Minseok ends up in his team (which is not surprising, really) along with Chanyeol, Luna, and Jongdae. Sehun is on the opposing team with Jongin, Soojung, Jinri, and Joonmyun. After changing into the pristine white jumpsuits one of the maids brought for them, the rules are laid out.

\u201cOk, no cheating your own team!\u201d Luhan announces.

\u201cIf you cheat your own team you\u2019re going to bring these jumpsuits home and wash them yourself.\u201d Chanyeol says.

\u201cEternal glory! That's what awaits the victorious team!\u201d Luhan\u2019s voice sounds dreamy and Minseok muffles his laughter.

\u201cAre you quoting Harry Potter?\u201d

Luhan ignores him, \u201cLet the games begin!\u201d



The paintball field isn\u2019t huge, but large. There are several hiding spots and kegs, barrels, old tires piled up on each other and it looks so perfect<\/i> Minseok is surprised someone boring like Yoochun built something so awesome. According to Luhan, Jongin is the enemy team\u2019s weakest player, so they\u2019re targeting him first (much to Chanyeol\u2019s displeasure). Minseok, however, has another agenda. He leaves base -- which is behind a couple piled up tires -- and follows his team in search for Jongin, but he spots Sehun first. He\u2019s lying on his stomach behind a keg, safety goggles on top of his head holding his hair back. For a moment, Minseok just watches him inspect the perimeter, shooting a few times in Luna\u2019s direction. He\u2019s completely unaware of Minseok and if Minseok wanted, he could have taken Sehun down already. Instead, he observes. He observes so much that he misses the moment before a splotch of pink paint taints his shoulder.

The first round ends quickly. Sehun\u2019s team beats Minseok\u2019s in less than five minutes. After severe scolding by Luhan, round two starts and Minseok decides to follow the strategy. He helps his teammates kill Jongin (Chanyeol darts in his rescue and ends up killed. Luhan shoots at his retreating back in a moment of rage and nearly gets shot himself).

\u201cThey have someone acting as a sniper!\u201d Luna says.

\u201cThere!\u201d

Minseok locates the \u201csniper\u201d. Of course, it would be Sehun, lying on his stomach behind a few tires near to the left corner. It\u2019s a good position, lots of open fields ahead. It means he\u2019s vulnerable to whoever spots him.

\u201cI got him,\u201d Minseok sneaks in his direction, crouching behind wood planks. Sehun seems to have his eyes on Jongdae, so when a shot aimed for his head hits his ear, he jerks scared and rolls to his back, hands coming to clutch the ~wounded~ ear. He yells \u201cdead!\u201d and gazes in the direction where the shot came from. His eyebrows arch as he recognizes Minseok hidden behind the wood planks. Minseok waves at him before running back to the field, aiming a few shots at Jinri, but failing. He gets hit in the leg eventually, but his team wins the second round.

A Luhan covered in blue and yellow paint gathers their team before the third round commences. \u201cIf anyone\u2019s got a strategy this is the time to speak up.\u201d

\u201cWe need to get the sniper down first thing,\u201d Jongdae says.

\u201cIt\u2019s Sehun,\u201d Luna tells them as she cleans the barrel of her gun. \u201cbitch\u2019s got a great aim.\u201d

\u201cChanyeol will you please<\/i> stop trying to save Jongin? He\u2019s enemy.\u201d

The tall one shrugs, leaning his gun on his shoulder. \u201cCan\u2019t help it, it\u2019s second nature.\u201d

\u201cI can take down Sehun,\u201d Minseok offers.

Silence surrounds them and he sees one by one his teammates\u2019 faces change into mischief.

\u201cOf course you can,\u201d Luna mutters and Jongdae snorts a laugh.

Luhan taps Minseok\u2019s shoulder, \u201cTry not to get yourself killed in the process.\u201d

When the third round starts, Minseok takes cover and looks for Sehun. He\u2019s well hidden this time, Minseok needs to shoot a few times for his own protection while he searches, finding Sehun crouching behind a pile of sandbags. The corners of Minseok\u2019s lips tug when he notices Sehun\u2019s eyes are focused on him, the scope of his gun following Minseok\u2019s every careful movement. They\u2019re hunting each other.

\u201cAre you going to shoot me, Sehunnie,\u201d Minseok mutters to himself, hiding half of his body behind a barrel. Sehun has him on his aim, he could have risked a shot by now.

\u201cMinseok!\u201d Luhan calls and Minseok\u2019s head snaps to him. \u201cWhat are you doing? Shoot him!\u201d

Before he has time to turn his attention back to Sehun, Minseok\u2019s chest is coloring orange. He looks down to watch paint roll down his jumpsuit before lowering his gun uselessly. Sehun smiles sardonically and waves at him, moving to change positions since his current one\u2019s been compromised.

\u201cFucking loverboys.\u201d Luhan cusses, running to save Chanyeol who\u2019s trapped behind wood planks.

This round lasts longer. Minseok watches from the sidelines as Jongin kills Chanyeol and the taller cries \u2018WHY JONGIN, WHY!\u2019 as he\u2019s carried out of the field. He watches Luna (who\u2019s a great player by the way) kill Soojung and Joonmyun within a second and witnesses Sehun being killed by Luhan. The game is nearing the end when The Prince of Bad Humor joins him.

\u201cNice shot,\u201d Minseok says, eyes glued to Jongdae who\u2019s about to be shot in the back by Jongin, who\u2019s doing an impressive job at not being killed.

\u201cNice game,\u201d he replies, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. The side of his face is still stained blue. \u201cYou might have gotten my hearing impaired, but nice game.\u201d

Chuckling, Minseok folds his arms on his chest. It\u2019s only Luhan and Jongin playing now, and the cheering is mixed. Chanyeol is still sulking on the floor, glaring at Jongin\u2019s form in the distance.

\u201cSo what do you say? Good day?\u201d he attempts.

Sehun tilts his head, \u201cIt\u2019s not over yet, is it?\u201d

He wouldn\u2019t say it, but Minseok can see Sehun\u2019s already softened. Maybe winning the approval of his group of friends contributed to Minseok winning Sehun\u2019s approval. Or maybe Yoochun was right, and all it took was a little time to get Sehun warmed up to Minseok. No one can not<\/i> warm up to Minseok after all.

\u201cNope,\u201d he answers anyway. \u201cit\u2019s not over yet.\u201d

The game of paintball ends with Jongin head shotting Luhan in an impressive move. Everyone -- enemies and allies -- is excited by his achievement and runs to celebrate with him except for Chanyeol, who pretends to ignore Jongin for the rest of the afternoon.



It\u2019s loud in the playroom. What seems to be a Mortal Kombat championship grows wild and Minseok can\u2019t even hear his own thoughts. It\u2019s good, though. Among papers, tests and assignments he hasn\u2019t had time for some fun, and for a moment he wishes his friend Yifan was there. Poor thing must be locked in his apartment playing the same old games and occasionally heading out to restock himself of gummy bears and twinkies. Minseok is almost pulling out his phone to text Yifan when Sehun walks out of the messy bundle around the players and goes for the food. Minseok can text Yifan later.

\u201cWho\u2019s winning?\u201d he asks, grabbing a cake slice and leaning back on the table next to Sehun.

\u201cJongdae is, although Soojung is great at this game.\u201d he informs, taking an apple from the fruit bowl and settling next to Minseok.

The side of his face is blue and there\u2019s pink paint on his hair and neck, but he looks great. Minseok figures Sehun is one of those people who are gorgeous without even trying. He\u2019s covered in paint and his hair is sort of greasy, but he looks good. It\u2019s on his genes. And his mouth. His mouth<\/i>.

\u201cWhat are you doing tomorrow?\u201d Minseok blurts. It just rolls off his tongue before he has time to catch himself.

Sehun squints at him; doesn\u2019t seem outraged. \u201cI\u2019ll probably hang at home since the pool I used to visit is taken.\u201d

\u201cCan we spend some time alone tomorrow?\u201d

Sehun blinks at him as if he\u2019s waiting for Minseok to cackle and call it a joke.

\u201cUm\u2026 Alone?\u201d

His hands are a little sweaty, but Minseok maintains his cool. He shrugs, biting on his cake. \u201cYeah.\u201d

Sehun still looks taken aback. \u201cLike a date?\u201d

\u201cYeah.\u201d

\u201cYou wanna go on a date with me?\u201d

Smiling, Minseok turns to him. \u201cWhy the surprise?\u201d

Then something he didn\u2019t account for happens. Sehun blushes<\/i>. He lowers his eyes, folding his free arm over his chest while the other holds the apple near his face. \u201cNo surprise. It\u2019s just\u2026 A lot of audacity.\u201d

Elbowing his side, Minseok coaxes a small smile out of Sehun. \u201cCome on Sehunnie, don\u2019t tell me you weren\u2019t expecting this.\u201d

\u201cI just thought you wouldn\u2019t jump to it so quickly.\u201d

\u201cWhy, because you\u2019re intimidating?\u201d he mocks.

Sehun rolls his eyes, but doesn\u2019t retort. He bites on his apple, chewing for a while before he turns to Minseok, easy eyebrows and a contemplative look.

\u201cThat\u2019s why you went down to the skate park, isn\u2019t it? You were pursuing me.\u201d

Yes, it was. He was also expecting to woo Sehun with perseverance. Minseok doesn\u2019t say it; he just buries his hands on his pockets. \u201cSeven o\u2019clock? Tomorrow?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019ll think about it.\u201d the other says, eyes returning to the group of people who are now cooing at Jongdae for whatever reason.

\u201cYou know you\u2019re going to say yes.\u201d

Sehun snorts a laugh, face flushed. \u201cThat\u2019s a lot of nerve\u2026\u201d

\u201cMeet me at the pool area.\u201d

\u201cWhere are you taking me?\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s a surprise.\u201d

\u201cYou don\u2019t know where you\u2019re taking me, do you?\u201d he asks after a few beats.

True, but that\u2019s a work in progress. Minseok wasn\u2019t expecting to get this far today, but it turned out his game is stronger than he thought. \u201cJust\u2026 Meet me at the pool at seven.\u201d

After a few apple bites and hidden smiles, Sehun side-eyes Minseok looking menacing, but his words don\u2019t really sound threatening. \u201cIf you take me some place awful I\u2019ll end you.\u201d

\u201cCan\u2019t wait, Sehunnie.\u201d Minseok pinches his ear before he walks away, Sehun\u2019s quiet voice saying \u2018stop calling me that\u2019 as Minseok throws him a smile over his shoulder.

It might take him a while to admit it, and he\u2019s still probably going to give Minseok a hard time over other things<\/i>, but it\u2019s clear by the way he can feel Sehun\u2019s eyes on his back and how he keeps blushing whenever he faces Minseok, that he\u2019s finally won over.
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Pairing:<\/b> chen\/lay
Rating:<\/b> PG
Warnings:<\/b> kid!fic. daddies!krisho. ninja!chansoo.
Word count:<\/b> 5,019 words
Summary:<\/b> The story of how 1st grader Kim Jongdae, resident troublemaker in his classroom, learns that being bad is not so good with the arrival of utterly cute Chinese transfer student Yixing.
Author's note:<\/b> special thanks to everyone who helped me with this fic <333 written for the <\/a>chenpionships<\/b><\/a><\/span> fic fest.



Kang Seulgi is crying when the teacher approaches Jongdae with a scowl. He hates when she does that, her big nose opens up and he can see everything. It\u2019s disgusting.

\u201cKim Jongdae! Where is Seulgi\u2019s pencil case?\u201d she demands. Jongdae knows where the pencil case is - he hid it - but that\u2019s not something he should tell the old hag.

He shrugs, putting his best innocent face on. On the other side of the room Kang Seulgi\u2019s crying intensifies. Jongdae wants to chuckle, but then he would appear totally guilty.

\u201cI\u2019m calling your parents!\u201d the teacher announces before marching out of the classroom. Jongdae panics. Baba told him if they were called because of him one more time Jongdae would lose his video game privileges. He likes his video game very much and Daddy said he would take him kart riding this weekend! That old hag will ruin everything!

Jongdae shoots Seulgi an accusatory look before pulling her pencil case from behind the larger bookcase (the one with the toy dinosaurs). The girl runs to him, yanking the item from his hands before sniffing and frowning at him. Jongdae shows her his tongue and Seulgi runs back to her seat, her friend Wendy hugging and comforting her. Tch. What a crybaby.

\u201cYour dads will be mad,\u201d Chanyeol, his seatmate, says when Jongdae returns to their shared table. \u201cMy mom says they\u2019ll take you to a brain doctor if you don\u2019t behave.\u201d

It\u2019s very unfortunate for Jongdae that Chanyeol\u2019s and his parents are good friends. He\u2019s been trapped with Dobby as his best friend since he was a baby, and even though Chanyeol is annoying and can\u2019t shut up, it\u2019s a good thing because sometimes he comes with precious information. Like that one.

\u201cBrain doctor? Like a hospital?\u201d Jongdae asks. Someone in his neighborhood was sent to a brain doctor. They never returned. \u201cLike Mr. Ryeowook\u2019s uncle?\u201d

Chanyeol nods. \u201cBecause you\u2019re always in trouble.\u201d

\u201cBut I\u2019m not crazy!\u201d he protests. Only crazy people are sent to the brain doctor! Like Mr. Ryeowook\u2019s uncle! He talked to Jongdae\u2019s cat and barked at Chanyeol\u2019s dog.

Chanyeol shrugs and says. \u201cMy mom said your dad said so,\u201d and returns to his drawing. Jongdae whines, lowering his head to the table. He doesn\u2019t want to go to a brain doctor. And it would all be because of Kang Seulgi and that old hag. He shouldn\u2019t have given the pencil case back.

When the class is finally over Jongdae fearfully walks out of the building, eyes scanning the crowd of parents in search for his own. He spots Chanyeol\u2019s mom, his friend waving goodbye before running to meet her. His daddy is a few steps behind her, hand tight around Jongdae\u2019s little brother\u2019s much smaller one. He doesn\u2019t look happy. Jongdae swallows and walks toward him.

\u201cGet in.\u201d Daddy takes his backpack and ushers him into the car. Jongdae pouts but hops in, not even having the energy to respond when his brother pulls on his shirt. It\u2019s Jongdae\u2019s responsibility to lock Jongin in his seat, so he does it without complaints when the toddler pulls on his hair, clearly annoyed by Jongdae\u2019s lack of response to his calls for attention. Seating and buckling his own seat belt, Jongdae watches his dad drive away from school.

\u201cAre you angry, Daddy?\u201d he asks warily. He knows Daddy doesn\u2019t usually scold him. Baba does, so for now, Jongdae might be safe.

\u201cWe\u2019ll talk about what you\u2019ve done later,\u201d Daddy says, not even glancing at him. \u201cJust know that we\u2019re not going kart riding.\u201d

There. That\u2019s what Jongdae feared. He knew he would be punished for hiding Seulgi\u2019s pencil case. It was just a joke, but he knew his dads wouldn\u2019t understand that. They\u2019d see it as him being bad.

He remains quiet the whole ride home and is sent to his bedroom when they arrive. There, Jongdae draws Kang Seulgi with a pig nose and plans to shove the drawing in her backpack. It\u2019s all her fault. That crybaby. She shouldn\u2019t have cried when it was all just a joke.



It\u2019s dinnertime when Daddy knocks at his door telling him to come downstairs. He knows they\u2019re scolding him now because Baba is home and they always do it together. Jongdae peeks at them from behind the staircase wall, catching sight of Daddy loosening Baba\u2019s tie with a worried face.

\u201cWe can\u2019t encourage his behavior, Kris,\u201d Daddy is saying. \u201cI\u2019m afraid he\u2019ll grow up to be one of those bullies we see in movies. Shoving other kids\u2019 heads in the toilet.\u201d

\u201cHe\u2019s not a bully, he\u2019s just a kid,\u201d Baba says, running his fingers through his blond hair. \u201cThis is kid behaviour. We need to teach him that what he\u2019s doing is wrong, not punish him. If you\u2019d read that book Song Qian lent us you\u2019d know.\u201d

Daddy rolls his eyes, \u201cHe\u2019s seven. He\u2019ll do whatever he wants out of our sight, we need to reinforce with negative--\u201d

\u201cAre you going Watson and Skinner on our son, Joonmyun?\u201d

Skin<\/i> him? Jongdae\u2019s eyes widen and he steps out of his hiding before Daddy can answer. Both their heads turn to him.

\u201cDae, come here,\u201d Daddy waves him over and Jongdae sits between them.

\u201cI\u2019m not a bully Daddy,\u201d he looks up at his dad and shifts his eyes to Baba. \u201cI swear, it was just a joke! I didn\u2019t want to make Seulgi cry! Don\u2019t skin me!\u201d

Jongin, who\u2019s playing on the living room floor in front of them, chooses that moment to yell, \u201cSkin Dae!\u201d Jongdae frowns at his little brother. What is he doing awake anyway?

To his surprise, Baba snorts a laugh, shaking his head in amusement. Jongdae frowns.

\u201cWe\u2019re not going to skin you, dude.\u201d He says. \u201cWe\u2019re just worried. You can\u2019t keep bothering your classmates, Jongdae.\u201d

\u201cI wasn\u2019t--!\u201d

\u201cHiding someone\u2019s belongings is not a joke,\u201d Daddy completes. \u201cNor is convincing your friends to put their socks inside the teacher\u2019s purse.\u201d

Jongdae has to control his laughter. That was a good one. Old hag\u2019s bag smelt like their feet for weeks.

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he lowers his head.

\u201cPromise us you won\u2019t bother Seulgi anymore.\u201d Daddy caresses his head. Jongdae used to sleep with Daddy caressing him like that. It means they\u2019re not angry anymore.

\u201cOr any of your classmates,\u201d Baba reminds.

He sighs. \u201cOk. Can we still go kart riding?\u201d he stares at them hopefully.

Daddy squints and looks at Baba. \u201cBehave. Then we\u2019ll go kart riding.\u201d

--

He doesn\u2019t have much time; Old Hag said she would return to the classroom in five minutes. Jongdae runs his eyes around the room and tries to come up with a fast way to act. Should he hide Seulgi\u2019s pencil case again? No, not Seulgi. She would cry and Jongdae would lose his video game privileges for the second week in a row. Maybe he could mock-draw someone on the board.

\u201cAre you thinking of doing something bad?\u201d Chanyeol\u2019s voice comes in that frightened tone Jongdae knows all too well. He rolls his eyes at his lame friend. \u201cI don\u2019t want you to go to a brain doctor, Jongdae, stop doing bad things.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m not going to--\u201d Old hag returns to the classroom and Jongdae deflates. There goes a perfect chance to do something cool for the day.

\u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d Chanyeol asks. Jongdae glances at him before following his gaze to find a boy trailing behind the teacher. A new boy.

\u201cOk everyone, listen up!\u201d Old hag starts, clapping her hands excitedly. \u201cWe have a new student,\u201d she taps the boy\u2019s shoulder and he walks forward. \u201cThis is Zhang Yixing. I want you all to welcome him and treat him well, ok?\u201d

A wave of quiet chattering emerges in the classroom, all about Zhang Yixing. The girls want to know where he\u2019s from and if he likes cats; the boys want to know if he likes to play soccer. Chanyeol remains silent and Jongdae feels strange. This new boy is cute. He wears purple pants and a Totoro t-shirt, white Converse, and his backpack is yellow like mustard. His whole face is red and he doesn\u2019t meet anyone\u2019s eyes while the teacher is saying he came from China because one of his daddies is Chinese. His flimsy black hair is cut short, but there\u2019s a wild strand in the back staying up. Jongdae wants to pat it down. He doesn\u2019t know why, though.

Zhang Yixing walks towards an empty spot - the only empty spot - beside Do Kyungsoo. Jongdae feels the strange need to run over and pull the new boy away from Kyungsoo because no one sits with Kyungsoo. If there\u2019s someone Jongdae thinks should go to the brain doctor it\u2019s Do Kyungsoo. There\u2019s clearly something wrong with his head, he doesn\u2019t like people and playing games and being a kid altogether. All he does is sit there and watch the class in silence. During the break he reads these huge books and keeps to himself. Chanyeol tried to befriend Kyungsoo once because \u201che sits next to us and we should make friends with him\u201d, but was scared away. Meaning no one sits with Do Kyungsoo<\/i>.

Yet there is the new boy, Zhang Yixing, in all his cute Chineseness sitting right next to Kyungsoo. Everyone turns to look at him, some whispering how crazy he is for taking a seat with Kyungsoo, some laughing at how ill-fated he is. The whole classroom is waiting for Do Kyungsoo to act up and shoo the new boy away. Except it doesn\u2019t happen. Both of them remain silent - not even a hi - for the rest of the class. Jongdae knows they didn\u2019t talk to each other because he kept an eye on them. For the new boy\u2019s protection.

During the break, Kyungsoo goes to the patio with one of his large books and Zhang Yixing sits on a bench, small legs dangling and hands fumbling with each other. He looks so unsure all by himself, watching the other kids run around and play together. So Jongdae walks over. He stops awkwardly in front of Zhang Yixing, not knowing how to act or talk to him, which is very weird since Jongdae always knows how to speak. The boy looks up at him, small, sleepy eyes staring at Jongdae like he\u2019s waiting.

Jongdae coughs, \u201cYour shoelaces are untied.\u201d

Zhang Yixing stares at him.

\u201cUm,\u201d Jongdae feels his whole face redden. How stupid. \u201cDo you know how to speak Korean? If you came from China\u2026\u201d

The boy presses his lips together and a dimple appears in his cheek. It\u2019s like when Jongdae puts on a Disney movie and before the movie starts they show the castle with a lot of fireworks and a nice song. That\u2019s how Jongdae feels. He also feels himself blush. Again.

\u201cI know how to speak Korean,\u201d says Zhang Yixing in a soft, too cute voice.

\u201cI don\u2019t know how to speak Chinese,\u201d Jongdae adds uselessly.

\u201cIt\u2019s very easy, Appa learned in a month.\u201d

There\u2019s a small chance that Zhang Yixing won\u2019t turn him down if Jongdae asks to sit next to him. \u201cI\u2019m Jongdae,\u201d he says.

\u201cBaba calls me Xing, but my name is Yixing.\u201d

Jongdae lightens at a familiar word. \u201cI have a Baba, he\u2019s from China too!\u201d

Yixing frowns. \u201cWhy you can\u2019t speak Chinese then? Your Baba didn\u2019t teach you?\u201d

It\u2019s not that he hadn\u2019t tried. Jongdae wasn\u2019t interested in learning so he pretended he was sick every time Baba tried to teach him.

\u201cNo\u2026\u201d he says weakly.

\u201cIt\u2019s ok, I\u2019m not very good with Korean.\u201d Zhang Yixing smiles at him. It\u2019s like the sun is shining right in Jongdae\u2019s face, and something flips in his belly.

The bell announces the end of break and Yixing stands up.

\u201cWait,\u201d Jongdae says and crouches in front of the new boy, tying his shoelaces. He is an ace in tying shoelaces, so he does it quickly. \u201cThere you go. You could fall and get hurt.\u201d

If there was an award for the prettiest smile, Jongdae is certain that Zhang Yixing would win every year. He feels his face warm when Yixing thanks him. They return to the classroom together and Jongdae is oddly happy about sitting next to Do Kyungsoo.

--

There is broccoli on his plate, but Jongdae is so excited that he doesn\u2019t even mind the green stuff. Usually he slips half of his broccoli to Jongin\u2019s plate because his brother will eat anything Jongdae gives him, but tonight he eats the broccoli himself. Baba watches him with an amused face and Daddy is clearly afraid that something clicks in him and Jongdae suddenly stops eating the broccoli. It\u2019s true he doesn\u2019t mind. He\u2019s happy today.

\u201cHe\u2019s Chinese, like you Baba! And he let me tie his shoelaces!\u201d he stuffs himself with more broccoli and tries to chew too fast. \u201cHe\u2019s so cool! Even Do Kyungsoo let him sit at his desk!\u201d Jongdae swallows, but some broccoli goes down the wrong pipe and he\u2019s thrown into a coughing fit.

\u201cSlow down, dude!\u201d Baba says, gently tapping Jongdae\u2019s back as Daddy pours him some water.

\u201cDae tie my shoelaces,\u201d Jongin mumbles, letting go of his little spoon and stretching his hands to Jongdae. Daddy smiles fondly while passing Jongdae a glass of water.

\u201cJonginnie, you\u2019re not wearing shoes right now.\u201d he says as Jongdae gulps the water quickly. \u201cDae, eat slowly,\u201d Daddy instructs before turning to Baba. \u201cIsn\u2019t there a new guy in your firm whose kid\u2019s name is Yixing?\u201d

Baba halts the chopsticks right in front of his open mouth, \u201cYeah, there is.\u201d

\u201cYou could check if it\u2019s the same boy. Maybe you could arrange a playdate since Jongdae seems to like Yixing so much.\u201d

Oh, that would be marvelous! Just Yixing and Jongdae doing all kinds of fun stuff for a whole day! Jongdae could show Yixing his sketchbook with drawings of his classmates in pig noses! They could play with Cat, Jongdae\u2019s cat, together! There\u2019s so much they could do!

Gasping in excitement, Jongdae looks at his dad, \u201cCan Yixing come for a playdate? Please Baba, please?\u201d

Baba lowers his chopsticks and sighs, \u201cI don\u2019t even know if it\u2019s the same kid. I\u2019ll check with Zhou Mi tomorrow, ok buddy?\u201d

Before he goes to sleep, Jongdae wishes upon every star that he can see from his bedroom window, that Mr. Zhou Mi from Baba\u2019s work is Yixing\u2019s dad.

--

Because of Baba\u2019s friendship with Yixing\u2019s father, they get to spend afternoons together from time to time. Sometimes, Yixing comes over after school and Jongdae teaches him everything he knows about the stars and shows him his sketchbook filled with funny drawings. They play with Jongin and Yixing doesn\u2019t even mind when Jongdae\u2019s little brother falls asleep in the middle of their game. Sometimes, Jongdae goes to his place. Yixing lives in an apartment, the place well decorated and very clean. His room isn\u2019t big, but there\u2019s enough space for them to build a Lego city and play with Yixing\u2019s toy train.

In these afternoons, Jongdae learns a lot about Yixing. He learns that the Chinese boy dislikes the mocking drawings of his classmates (Jongdae learned that the hard way when he showed his sketchbook and Yixing scolded him). He learns that Yixing likes to listen to the old music his dad puts on sometimes and that he loves cupcakes.

Jongdae bothers Daddy to buy cupcakes every time Yixing comes over. He thinks of it as a strategy. Maybe if Yixing likes his house he won\u2019t want to leave.

In school, Yixing still sits with Kyungsoo, but that\u2019s only because Jongdae is stuck with Chanyeol. They still spend break together. Sometimes they play with Chanyeol\u2019s cards, sometimes they play with the rest of their classmates, but Yixing is always with him. He often forgets his pencil case at home (something else that Jongdae learns about Yixing: he\u2019s very forgetful) and Jongdae lends him pencils.

One day he gets home and asks Baba to teach him Chinese.

\u201cW-what?\u201d Baba was drinking coffee and some liquid dripped down his chin and onto his pristine white shirt. He tried wiping it with his fingers, but only stained it worse. \u201cYou want to learn Mandarin?\u201d

Jongdae nods.

\u201cBut you\u2026\u201d Baba shakes his head. \u201cNever mind, this is great, son! We will start tomorrow evening, what do you think?\u201d

Daddy comes from the living room still in his pajamas carrying a sleepy Jongin on his arms. \u201cWhat are you starting tomorrow?\u201d

\u201cJongdae,\u201d Baba looks at him proudly and Jongdae smiles, \u201cfinally decided that he wants to learn Chinese!\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s great!\u201d Daddy ruffles Jongdae\u2019s hair. \u201cYou can practice with Yixing.\u201d

Yes! Yes, yes, yes that\u2019s exactly what\u2019s on Jongdae\u2019s mind, but of course he\u2019s not going to tell that to Baba; Jongdae is not stupid.

One evening he overhears his parents talking about Yixing. They think Jongdae is upstairs playing with the new puzzle game he earned because of his good behavior.

\u201cI don\u2019t know if you\u2019ve noticed,\u201d Daddy is saying. He\u2019s leaning back on the counter while Baba washes the dishes. \u201cIt\u2019s been almost two months since the last time the school called us with complaints of Jongdae\u2019s behavior.\u201d

\u201cI thought that was the reason why we bought him a new toy?\u201d Baba rinses a bowl. \u201cPositive reinforcement?\u201d

\u201cYes, it was but the reason why he\u2019s acting so different. You haven\u2019t noticed?\u201d

Realization flashes across Baba\u2019s features. \u201cAaaaaaaah. Zhou Mi\u2019s kid. Yixing.\u201d

\u201cYes!\u201d Daddy slaps his shoulder gently. \u201cEver since he became friends with this boy, Jongdae\u2019s been acting differently. Instead of stealing his classmates\u2019 belongings, he helps them with assignments. Instead of hiding homework from us, he works with Yixing. And Mandarin<\/i>?\u201d

\u201cOh my god that was wicked.\u201d Baba lets out one of his silly laughs and Daddy smiles. Jongdae is confused. He thought wicked things were bad things. Is it bad that he wants to learn Chinese? \u201cHe\u2019s been so great.\u201d

\u201cHe\u2019s always been great, but he\u2019s better now. And I can\u2019t help but notice it started when this Yixing kid appeared.\u201d

\u201cHe\u2019s a good friend for Jongdae,\u201d Baba says as he rinses the last bowl and Jongdae thinks he\u2019s heard enough, turning on his heels and running up to his bedroom.

It\u2019s true. Yixing is good for him. Yixing is good in general and Jongdae is so happy his parents know. He just has to keep the good behavior and Yixing can be his friend for a very long time.

--

Jongdae can\u2019t concentrate on his drawing. He keeps looking at Yixing and how tightly he holds the crayons Jongdae lent him. It\u2019s strange: he feels so happy knowing that Yixing is using his crayons.

\u201cYou drew a yellow circle.\u201d Chanyeol says, interrupting Jongdae\u2019s watch<\/i>.

He turns to his Dobby friend, hoping that Chanyeol can tell by the way Jongdae glares at him how stupid he is for interrupting. \u201cIt\u2019s the sun.\u201d

\u201cYeah, but where are the rays? You can\u2019t have a ball for a sun.\u201d Chanyeol fills pink into one of the blocks he drew before he changes to his broken orange crayon.

\u201cI\u2019m not done yet,\u201d Jongdae assures him, stealing another quick glance at Yixing. He\u2019s talking to Do Kyungsoo. They\u2019ve been talking a lot lately; Do Kyungsoo doesn\u2019t seem to mind Yixing and it bothers Jongdae. That\u2019s not how Kyungsoo is supposed to work; he\u2019s supposed to ignore people and not want to make friends with anyone. No exceptions. Why is Yixing an exception?

\u201cCan I have your red crayon?\u201d Chanyeol asks. \u201cWhy are you looking at them?\u201d

\u201cKyungsoo is talking to Yixing,\u201d Jongdae answers, his fingers holding the yellow crayon with so much strength that it breaks in two. He doesn\u2019t even care.

\u201cWhat?\u201d Chanyeol jerks in his seat. \u201cAgain? Why is Kyungsoo being friends with him if he said he didn\u2019t want to be friends with me?\u201d

That\u2019s an easy one. \u201cBecause he\u2019s smart,\u201d Jongdae elbows Chanyeol, urging him to sit straight and not lean into Jongdae.

Something has to be done so Kyungsoo doesn\u2019t steal Jongdae\u2019s precious break time with Yixing. When the bell rings, Jongdae doesn\u2019t waste a second cleaning his desk; he jumps out of his seat and wraps a hand around Yixing\u2019s wrist. The Chinese student looks a little spooked, but once he recognizes Jongdae, he smiles.

\u201cHi Jongdae,\u201d he says. Jongdae wants to cry. He\u2019s so cute<\/i>.

\u201cCome! Chanyeol brought his UNO cards!\u201d he knows Chanyeol is probably waiting for him outside, so Jongdae tries to pull Yixing with him, but the boy resists.

\u201cKyungsoo wanted to show me his book,\u201d Yixing says. \u201cIt\u2019s about a boy who\u2019s a wizard and lives many adventures. Do you want to read with us?\u201d

Yixing has plans. With Kyungsoo. He made plans to spend all break with Kyungsoo. Stupid Kyungsoo and his book who are now looking at Jongdae in that creepy way he looks at people from behind his eyelashes. It\u2019s almost like he\u2019s saying Jongdae is not welcome to his little book reading.

\u201cNo, you can\u2019t go with Kyungsoo,\u201d Jongdae says. \u201cHe\u2019s going to pass his creep to you!\u201d

All Jongdae wanted was for Yixing to come play with him like they\u2019ve been doing all along! He didn\u2019t wish for Kyungsoo to cry and run away. He certainly didn\u2019t wish for Yixing to look at him like his Daddy looks when Jongdae does something bad. Like he\u2019s disappointed. Most of all, Jongdae didn\u2019t mean for the teacher to come asking why Kyungsoo was crying, and he didn\u2019t want Yixing to tell on him with a sad face. He certainly didn\u2019t mean for his parents to know that Jongdae didn\u2019t change after all. He is still a mean kid, one of those bullies who will grow up to dunk people\u2019s heads in toilets.

Jongdae loses his video game privileges, of course. But that\u2019s not even the worst part. The worst part is to see the look on his parents\u2019 faces and know that they\u2019re probably thinking they were wrong.

He cries himself to sleep.

--

As some sort of punishment, Baba decides to go hard on Jongdae\u2019s Chinese lessons. Instead of one hour every day, Jongdae gets two hours and twenty minutes. Thursday is usually a day for pizza dinner, but this Thursday they have spinach soup. It might even not be on purpose, but it looks like they\u2019re working hard on teaching him many lessons in every way possible. He\u2019s a mean kid and not worthy of Yixing\u2019s friendship; he gets it. They didn\u2019t have to stoop so low.

Friday is a sad day at school. Yixing doesn\u2019t speak to Jongdae. And worse: to move Jongdae away from Kyungsoo, Old Hag makes him trade seats with some other kid and he sits on the opposite side of the classroom. He doesn\u2019t even get to be near Chanyeol. During the break, Old Hag asks for Jongdae\u2019s help in cutting some papers for whatever -- clearly another punishment. It\u2019s the worst day ever. He is forced to see Do Kyungsoo smile happily next to Yixing while Jongdae is stuck with boring Lee Kyumi. Usually, this kind of thing would fuel him to misbehavior. He would have drawn Kyungsoo with a pig face or stolen his crayons or something. Jongdae would even have planned something bigger, like a mass escape from the classroom. It\u2019s odd that instead of the will to mischief he simply feels sad. Awfully sad.

When the school day is over, Jongdae leaves the classroom without waiting for Chanyeol (like usual) or Yixing (like he\u2019s been doing), because he doesn\u2019t want them to see him cry. Daddy is there waiting for him, his face shifting to worry once he sees Jongdae\u2019s wet face. He tries asking what\u2019s wrong, but it only makes Jongdae cry harder.

\u201cDae, don\u2019t cry.\u201d Jongin is already locked in his seat, looking at him with pitiful eyes when he hands his pororo doll to Jongdae in a nice offer of comfort. Jongdae smiles at him, scooting closer and leaning his head on the edge of Jongin\u2019s elevated seat.

\u201cThanks, Jonginnie.\u201d



The weekend drags on like the summer camp Jongdae attended once that was so boring he asked to come home earlier. He has Chinese classes with Baba, finishes homework with Daddy and reads a lot of books his grandma sent him. Jongin lets Jongdae help him building his own lego city and he gets one hour of TV in the afternoon, but Dads take pity on him and invite Jongdae to watch a movie with them in their comfy bedroom Saturday night.

On Sunday, Chanyeol comes over, but only because his mom has to do something with Jongdae\u2019s dads.

\u201cI asked her to bring me because you left on Friday without saying goodbye,\u201d Chanyeol says when they\u2019re sitting on the couch, the TV on but none of them paying attention. \u201cWe all saw you cry.\u201d

Damn it. There goes Jongdae\u2019s reputation. He frowns before spitting, \u201cDid you get a good laugh?\u201d

Chanyeol shakes his head, \u201cYixing was very worried.\u201d

\u201cHe\u2019s not speaking with me,\u201d Jongdae says as if it\u2019ll mean that Yixing wasn\u2019t really worried about him. How could he, when he avoided Jongdae the whole Friday?

\u201cHe says you should apologize to Kyungsoo,\u201d Dobby says and Jongdae snorts. Of course he\u2019s not apologizing to Do Kyungsoo -- this is all happening because of him. \u201cKyungsoo is nice, Dae. We spent break together on Friday.\u201d Chanyeol looks so excited it\u2019s even stupid.

\u201cYou can go be friends with him, I don\u2019t care.\u201d

\u201cWe missed you,\u201d his friend says in a soft voice. \u201cIt\u2019s not the same without you.\u201d

Ok, that\u2019s cool. And Jongdae is totally not blushing. He\u2019s happy Chanyeol is here. Jongdae missed his friends so much.

\u201cBesides,\u201d Chanyeol continues with a serious look on his face, \u201cremember the brain doctor? What if your parents still want to ship you off?\u201d

Yes. Perhaps the best option is to apologize to Do Kyungsoo anyway.

--

Jongdae is back in his own seat with Chanyeol on Monday. He makes an effort not to meet Kyungsoo\u2019s eyes (or Yixing\u2019s for that matter), concentrating on the lesson and making conversation with Chanyeol. Like it\u2019s always been. Jongdae has a plan to corner Do Kyungsoo during the break and apologize, but it has to happen when he\u2019s alone.

Jongdae volunteers to help the teacher tidy the bookcase on break just because he doesn\u2019t want to go to the patio. And because it would give him time to capture Kyungsoo when the latter goes to the bathroom -- Kyungsoo always goes to the bathroom before break ends. Old Hag compliments him on his initiative and says that if Jongdae maintains his good behavior he\u2019s going to turn into a great kid in the future. He doesn\u2019t want to look like it, but it makes him feel warm.

He\u2019s done with the bookcase when he spots Kyungsoo walking to the bathroom. That\u2019s his cue. Jongdae speeds towards him, startling Kyungsoo when the boy turns around and spots Jongdae running in his direction.

Kyungsoo looks like he\u2019s about to scream. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, I didn\u2019t want to scare you!\u201d Jongdae rushes, following Kyungsoo into the bathroom. The other looks at him with big eyes, startled. \u201cI want to say I\u2019m sorry. For\u2026 That day.\u201d

It\u2019s like Jongdae\u2019s really said the magic words. Kyungsoo\u2019s shoulders ease up, and his eyes return to normal (as normal as they can get). He lets out a long breath. \u201cI\u2019m sorry the teacher called your parents,\u201d Kyungsoo says.

\u201cI\u2019m sorry I made you cry.\u201d Jongdae continues. He feels his whole face burning and his toes keep curling in anxiety.

\u201cIt\u2019s ok.\u201d After a few seconds, a tiny smile stretches Kyungsoo\u2019s lips. \u201cDo you want to see my book? It\u2019s about a boy who\u2019s a wizard. There are a lot of books, but the first one is my favorite.\u201d

It feels like a statement of friendship. Seeing Do Kyungsoo\u2019s book. It means he\u2019s ok with Jongdae now. So Jongdae nods, opening a big smile because Chanyeol was right. Kyungsoo is not so bad.



He\u2019s going back to the classroom when someone intercepts him. It all happens so fast. Yixing comes out of nowhere and barely faces Jongdae, stretching his arms to pass a folded paper to Jongdae. His heart speeds up, his palms start sweating and Jongdae is pretty sure his eyes are bigger than Kyungsoo\u2019s.

\u201cTake it, please,\u201d Yixing says; his voice is so thin and low. Jongdae grabs the paper, and as soon as he does it, Yixing rushes to his seat, cheeks and ears pink.

His hands are shaking when he flops on his chair next to Chanyeol, his Dobby friend so interested in the book (one of Kyungsoo\u2019s, apparently) he doesn\u2019t even notice Jongdae\u2019s distressed state. It\u2019s better this way: Jongdae doesn\u2019t feel like sharing whatever is on the paper Yixing just passed him with anyone else. He carefully unfolds it, making sure that Chanyeol is not looking.

It\u2019s a note. A long one. Written in Yixing\u2019s cute handwriting and cute Korean.

Jongdae,

I\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t speak to you on Friday. Kyungsoo was upset and you were mean to him. But I don\u2019t hate you. Chanyeol says you think I hate you, I promise I don\u2019t. I missed you on break, and I missed you on break today too. I want to be friends with both you and Kyungsoo, but I understand if you don\u2019t want to speak with me.

Do you still want to be friends?

YES ( ) NO ( )

Yixing<\/i>

That feeling, that thing Jongdae felt when he first saw Yixing -- the thing that felt like a Disney movie starting -- he feels it all again now. If kids could explode from happiness, Jongdae would have blown up already. He grabs the first pencil he sees and marks an X on the \u201cyes\u201d option, because duh<\/i>, of course, he wants to be friends with Yixing. He\u2019ll always want to be friends with Yixing.

He takes the chance to slip the note back to Yixing when Old Hag is still organizing her things to restart the class. The beautiful spark in Yixing\u2019s eyes when Jongdae gives him back the paper is not a product of his imagination. He watches Yixing open the note and run his eyes across the note. His face blooms with a smile, then he looks up at Jongdae.

\u201cDo you want to go for an ice cream after class? Daddy can take us.\u201d Jongdae asks. He\u2019s sure Daddy won\u2019t mind. Not if it\u2019s Yixing. When the Chinese boy nods, Jongdae continues, \u201cKyungsoo and Chanyeol can come too, right?\u201d

Yixing looks surprised for a second, but then he smiles, and Jongdae figures he\u2019s said the right thing. He must start learning so he always knows what to say to have Yixing smiling at him like that.



And that\u2019s how Kim Jongdae learns that bothering people and being a troublemaker isn\u2019t a good idea. Things have been going well for Jongdae since Yixing showed up in his life. He earns a little group of friends and proud parents. Old Hag gifts him with a colored pencil box as a reward for his great behavior and Kang Seulgi invites him to her birthday party. Above everything, what Jongdae values the most is the glint on Yixing\u2019s eyes whenever they play catch, the sound of his laughter, and the way he smiles whenever they meet someone new and Yixing introduces Jongdae as his favorite friend."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:18825","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/18825.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=18825"}}],"title":"True fever","published":"2015-09-09T22:39:14Z","updated":"2015-09-09T22:39:41Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"exchange fic"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"krislay"}}],"content":"title:<\/b> True fever
pairing:<\/b> kris\/lay
rating:<\/b> pg-13
word count:<\/b> 10k words
summary:<\/b> Someone spikes the drinks at the Yule Ball with veritaserum. Naturally, chaos ensues.
notes:<\/b> written for <\/a>exolliarmus<\/b><\/a><\/span>



It\u2019s not that Yixing doesn\u2019t want to go to the Yule Ball. He does. His robes are fine (his mom got them earlier that year, as soon as she got notice of the Triwizard Tournament), all his friends are going, and he\u2019s got a hot Quidditch Champion date. He\u2019s supposed to be thrilled about being Kim Minseok\u2019s date -- everyone wants to be Kim Minseok\u2019s date, and out of everyone else, Minseok asked Yixing to go with him. That\u2019s definitely something to be thrilled about. Definitely.

He pops another glacial snowflake into his mouth and cushions his head onto his arms, staring at the robes levitating in front of him. Nice robes indeed. Yixing would be dying to wear them at any given opportunity -- so why didn\u2019t he take Kim Jongin\u2019s dance lessons like everyone else? The 5th year Gryffindor set up a secret dance studio in the Room of Requirement (since the dance lesson given by the professors was good for nothing) and accepted all students willing to learn a step of two. All his friends are there right now, attentive to Jongin\u2019s last minute instructions in order not to look like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons on the dance floor.

Yixing, however, is hiding in the common room, munching on sweets and levitating his robes while he decides how much Kim Minseok\u2019s fans will hate him if he cancels on the school\u2019s brightest star. Honestly, Yixing can\u2019t figure out what is it that Minseok sees in him anyway: he\u2019s mostly ordinary, and his eyes are droopy. Someone like Minseok should be dating someone as famous and treasured as he is. Someone like Kang Seulgi, his Quidditch teammate. Or Oh Sehun. Although Oh Sehun is not the nicest person in the castle (he was one of the students who discouraged Yixing\u2019s initiative on the care and preservation of unicorns), Yixing is pretty sure he wants into Minseok\u2019s pants more than the rest of the magic and Muggle populations combined.

Heaving a long sigh, Yixing levitates his robes all the way up to his trunk by the bunk and pops another glacial snowflake into his mouth. Soon he\u2019ll need to get ready for the damn ball, but he figures he can wait for the rest of the students to return to the common room before he acts on it. Or maybe he could take a bath while everyone else is preoccupied with Kim Jongin\u2019s lesson. Yes, a warm bath seems nice.

He uses the bathroom in the Hufflepuff tower, carrying all his hair-care potions and a small can of Sleekeasy scalp treatment (he can style his hair if he\u2019s in the mood). His baths don\u2019t usually take long, but Yixing feels particularly up for cleansing and takes twice as long to come out of the washbasin. He ends up using the hair balm on his locks, but the results are not satisfactory so he washes it to try one more time. All in a slow, leisurely pace. When the voices of students start to fill the whole floor, Yixing knows it\u2019s time to return to the common room and change into his robes. He doesn\u2019t, though. He washes his hair one more time and tries another style. Slowly. Very slowly.

Someone with caramel hair attacks him as soon as he returns to the Hufflepuff common room.

\u201cYixing,\u201d Luhan says with his eyebrows knit together and a pained look. Yixing notices his friend is already in his robes. \u201cWhy aren\u2019t you dressed?\u201d

\u201cI was taking a bath,\u201d he explains.

Luhan rolls his eyes as if taking a bath was something silly. \u201cYou should get ready! Minseok will come for you at any moment!\u201d

Of course he wouldn\u2019t be worried about his friend going missing for a few hours. Yixing has been reduced to \u2018Minseok\u2019s date\u2019 ever since the other student asked him, and he\u2019s not sure if he likes it as much as his friends do.

Yixing drags himself to the dorm room and changes into his robes, allowing a hurried Luhan to barge in and prod at his hair with remarks of \u2018we need to fix this\u2019. He just sits and sighs.

When Minseok arrives, the whole Hufflepuff common room holds their breath. (Why though, why you people are like this, why?)<\/i>

\u201cYou look nice,\u201d Minseok says, the smell of the Ravenclaw\u2019s confidence permeating the Hufflepuff common room. Yixing can feel a dozen pairs of eyes focused on them. \u201cReady to go?\u201d

Fixing on a smile, Yixing nods and takes the arm Minseok offers. \u201cYes.\u201d

Luhan flashes him a grin and two thumbs up when they\u2019re leaving. Yixing just hopes the night flows as perfectly as his housemates expect it to.

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There\u2019s not much he\u2019d like to be doing at the Yule Ball. If he was in any other mood, Yixing would have gaped at how different the Great Hall looks decorated for the dance. The usual floating candles were replaced by tiny fairy lights, and snow is falling from the ceiling, originating from nothing and disintegrating before even reaching the students. There\u2019s food everywhere -- literally everywhere -- and the Durmstrang students are already filling their bellies; Yixing sees their headmaster, Shim Changmin, devouring three chicken legs at once. Instead of relishing it like all the other students, Yixing just watches the Triwizard Champions waltzing gracefully around and allows Minseok to chatter about the suspension of the Quidditch House Cup.

Yixing\u2019s mind easily wanders away from Minseok\u2019s voice, taking in all the happiness surrounding them. He sees Luhan try to coax his date, Choi Jinri, a Ravenclaw girl who\u2019s always yanking him around by the hair, into dancing. (Yixing is oddly fond of her.) Kim Jongin shows his unusual dance skills while a crowd cheers for him. Yixing thinks someone should check his shoes, maybe he\u2019s been making use of one of those enchanted pairs. With one more glance around, he can see a few Beauxbatons girls tiptoeing and butterflying<\/i>, spreading their veela charms around. Sometimes he wonders how crazy it would be to have veela powers, to be able to win the affection of anyone he wanted. He knows half of his friends would use said powers on Kim Minseok. Yixing wouldn't, which is really funny because he didn't need veela powers to win Kim Minseok's affections. He\u2019s chuckling absent-mindedly when something catches his attention.

Glancing at Minseok to check if he noticed Yixing's diverted focus<\/i>, the Hufflepuff turns to the drinks table. There's something suspicious there. Kim Jongdae is there, to be more exact.

Kim Jongdae could be considered the school's resident troublemaker. In his first year, the Gryffindor stole a broomstick and decided to fly inside the castle. Everyone laughed and it was kinda fun to see professors screaming in panic, but Jongdae fell and broke his leg in three places. In his second year, he freed a bunch of Cornish Pixies and all classes had to be canceled for two days because no one could catch them all. In his third and fourth years he must have done something equally dangerous, even though Yixing can't quite remember what, because that's the pattern. Kim Jongdae stirs trouble wherever he goes.

And now there he is, looking shady as he walks away from the drinks table. Yixing squints, but brushes his concerns aside because Kim Jongdae couldn't have possibly planned something for the Yule Ball, could he?

\u201cShould we get drinks?\u201d Minseok questions, his voice breaking Yixing from his ruminations. He glances at the Ravenclaw and nods, following Minseok to the drinks table. The contents fill his eyes. There is butterbeer, pumpkin juice, gillywater, exploding lemonade and the purplish party punch they usually see at celebrations in the Great Hall. \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d

\u201cPunch, please,\u201d he answers. Yixing doesn\u2019t know why, but something about those drinks seem fishy. A few of them are frothing oddly, like someone shook them. The pumpkin juice is actually greenish. It\u2019s probably from too many people pouring drinks.

\u201cThe Headmaster did not look sad to inform us about the cancellation,\u201d Minseok says, still talking about the Quidditch House Cup as he pours punch in cups for both of them. \u201cEveryone knows he\u2019s trying to deal with the fact that the matron is too old to heal the most simple injuries. The other day she was trying to perform a Ferula and ended up erasing Song Wendy\u2019s memory. Can you believe that? Almost 60% of all injuries in a school year are--\u201d

A little ways from where he\u2019s standing with Minseok, Oh Sehun glares at him. Frowning, Yixing wonders if it\u2019s ok to just flip Oh Sehun off, since he\u2019s not in the mood. Instead of being rude to the younger Slytherin, Yixing just asks himself why the hell he decided to accept Minseok\u2019s invitation. It doesn\u2019t matter if the whole Muggle and magical population combined would kill for a date with Kim Minseok, Yixing wouldn\u2019t. He let himself be influenced by popular opinion.

Sehun scowls at Yixing. Yixing thought that Slytherins didn\u2019t get along very well with Ravenclaws. Why is Sehun so obsessed with Kim Minseok anyway?

\u201c... yesterday? I mean, someone could have lost a wand.\u201d Minseok gently elbows him. \u201cYour drink.\u201d

Yixing blinks at him, taking the cup.

\u201cYou don\u2019t look so well,\u201d his date says.

\u201cI\u2019m just tired. I was up all night studying.\u201d

Minseok looks truly concerned, and Yixing feels bad for not even trying to have fun. He could have put a little more effort. The band playing, The Rogue Bludgers, is a great one and everyone is excited to watch them. Minseok must want to dance.

He sighs, running a hand down his face. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, I\u2019m being a terrible date.\u201d

Elbowing him again, Minseok smiles at him. \u201cNo, you\u2019re not.\u201d

Yixing smiles. He can think whatever he wants about Kim Minseok, but the dude is nice. That\u2019s probably why everyone likes him so much (besides his raging good looks and mad Quidditch skills). The least Yixing can do is try to enjoy Minseok\u2019s company.

\u201cLet\u2019s dance,\u201d he suggests, gulping all the contents of his cup before dragging Minseok to the dancefloor.




The Rogue Bludgers already finished their act, but there is still loud music filling the hall and couples are still dancing. Minseok and Yixing decided to sit and eat a little before Durmstrang students could finish all the food (they\u2019re impressive eaters). The night goes surprisingly well for Yixing after he decides to quit sulking and have some fun. However, after a few minutes of sitting and munching on pumpkin pasties and dragon milk cheeses, Yixing starts to notice that something really weird is going on.

In fact, something really weird has been going on for a while, except he didn\u2019t think it was something weird at the time. When he and Minseok were dancing, he saw one girl stomp on her date\u2019s feet and storm out of the dance floor. He thought it could be a regular lover\u2019s quarrel, but as he sits and watches similar quarrels happen to different couples all around the hall, Yixing figures that something really weird is going on<\/i>. With time, he realizes it\u2019s not only couples who are quarreling.

On a corner, a girl cries inconsolably while her friends surround her. More to her left, two boys scream at each other\u2019s faces. Yixing's eyes catch sight of something and widen. Is that Choi Jinri slapping Luhan across the face?

Minseok chooses that particular moment to touch his arm and require his attention. \"Yixing, I feel like I should be true to you.\" He's frowning, eyes lost between Yixing's face and his shoes. \"I've had a crush on you since the sorting hat first screamed 'Hufflepuff!' and I was so sad because he didn't scream 'Ravenclaw!' that I tried to use a time turner--\"

Loud yelling sounds from nearby, and Yixing wants to turn and watch what's happening. He\u2019s pretty sure he hears spells being tossed left and right. Behind Minseok, Park Chanyeol runs from an infuriated Kim Jongin. What the hell is going on?<\/i>

\"Something really weird is going on,\" Yixing mumbles, frowning when he catches sight of some guy on a broomstick, flying shirtless. A few people have their wands in hands and there is someone tossing spells people left and right.<\/i> A girl yells \u201cStupefy\u201d and blueish light comes flying from her wand straight to her date\u2019s chest. The boy gets violently yanked back and falls onto a group of Beauxbatons students. Music is still resonating through the hall, but no one is dancing anymore.

\"... And I've always had the feeling that you were bothered by--\" Minseok is still talking and there's too much information swirling in Yixing's brain.

A spell flashes too close to his ear.

\"Merlin's beard!\" he curses, focusing on Minseok. \"Ok, listen up,\" the Ravenclaw looks up at him in surprise. \"I understand that you have the hots for me, but right now? Chaos is descending upon this place!\"

A girl runs past them sneezing<\/i>, evidently under the Steleus hex, and Yixing follows her (and the four people bearing their wands that accompany her) with wide eyes, in complete shock. More to her right, a Durmstrang boy points his wand at a group of his schoolmates and says \u201cEntomorphis!\u201d Insects cloud the group and the boy cackles.

\"You knew I was into you?\" Minseok asks. How can he seem so oblivious at the whole mess around them?

\u201cOf course I knew, everyone knows, man. You\u2019re not exactly subtle in your staring and fawning,\u201d Yixing blurts. Immediately after he says it there\u2019s a weird feeling taking over him. He feels like he should apologize to Minseok because that\u2019s something he wasn\u2019t supposed to say, however, also feels like he couldn\u2019t take his words back. Because that would be a lie.

Minseok gasps. \u201cI just wanted a chance to tell you that--\u201d

Yixing interrupts him hurriedly, \u201cDude, don\u2019t do that. I\u2019m flattered, but I can\u2019t reciprocate your feelings.\u201d Minseok frowns at him, like he can\u2019t understand what Yixing is saying. \u201cAll you seem to care about is Quidditch!\u201d

\u201cWhat--\u201d

A few professors are now trying to put some order in the hall, disenchanting a few petrified students and separating wrestling duos, but it\u2019s clear that the Yule Ball has been effectively ruined. Yixing sighs, finding that he cannot stand in the middle of the hex crossfire anymore.

\u201cWe need to find cover,\u201d he announces, looking around for a safe place to run. That\u2019s when Oh Sehun comes out of nowhere to Minseok\u2019s side, desperation written all across his face as he spills all kinds of confessions of love and admiration. The Quidditch player shifts his eyes to the younger, trying to pay attention to what Sehun is saying. Yixing would love to stay and watch the rest of the exchange, but the spells are getting out of control. Giving Minseok one last apologetic look, Yixing leaves.

As he runs out of what once was the Yule Ball, Yixing sees Luhan casting a Patronus spell onto Jinri (was that supposed to be a joke?), he sees Park Chanyeol and Kim Jongin making out on a corner (what?), he also sees Kim Jongdae laughing maniacally amidst it all. The way out of the Great Hall is clear, save for a couple of students still arguing. With his wand drawn for his own protection, Yixing tries to make it back to his common room, carefully walking into a seemingly danger-free corridor that\u2019s not really empty, he realizes, taking in a lean, tall form sitting on the floor, legs brought to his chest like he\u2019s shielding himself.

Upon closer inspection he realizes It\u2019s Wu Yifan, 7th year Slytherin. Yixing knows Wu Yifan from the classes their houses have together but before that, Yixing knows Wu Yifan from The Diagon Alley.



His mom had left him at Amanuensis Quills and went to Gringotts, trusting that Yixing wouldn\u2019t get lost because they\u2019d been to the Diagon Alley several times and he should be accustomed to the streets. Yixing knew he would get lost if he decided to wander, so he just stayed right where his mom left him, between shelves of peacock feather quills and auto-answer quills. That\u2019s where Wu Yifan found him.

10 year old Yifan was too skinny in his purple and green robes, black hair cut short and strong eyebrows frowning down at Yixing.

\u201cWhy do you wear Muggle clothes?\u201d he asked.

Yixing looked down at his own attire -- a grey sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers -- and back up at Yifan. \u201cMy mum picked them for me.\u201d

\u201cAre you a Muggle?\u201d Yifan insisted, stepping closer.

His mom had explained that to him, Yixing knew the answer. They weren\u2019t Muggles, his mom and him. His dad was, though, but he loved them with all his heart.

\u201cMy dad is. I\u2019m not,\u201d he said simply.

Understanding flashed across Yifan\u2019s face. \u201cDid you get your letter yet? Your Hogwarts letter.\u201d

Yixing sighed, lowering his eyes and shaking his head. A girl that lived a few houses from them received hers early and Yixing had been getting impatient to get his. \u201cNot yet. Did you get yours?\u201d

Yifan shook his head, but didn\u2019t seem fazed. \u201cDad says I\u2019ll get mine when I\u2019m eleven.\u201d He watched Yixing for a few beats, and seeming determined not to let the conversation die, poked a few more questions. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name? I\u2019m Yifan.\u201d

\u201cYixing.\u201d

Opening a bright, gummy smile, Yifan patted Yixing\u2019s shoulder. \u201cAlright, don\u2019t worry Yixing. I\u2019ll be your guide when we\u2019re in Hogwarts. My mom gave me a book called Hogwarts: A History<\/i>, and I read it in a week. I really like books. Do you like books?\u201d

\u201cI don\u2019t know\u2026 I haven\u2019t read many books.\u201d He remembered reading something called The Cat in the Hat<\/i> and The Toadstool Tales<\/i>, but his memory wasn\u2019t very good.

Yifan nodded promptly. \u201cNo worries, you can read mine when we\u2019re in school. I hope you\u2019re in Slytherin. Which house was your mom in?\u201d

Yixing forced his memory to fly back to his parent\u2019s bedroom to find a silver and blue blazon portraying an eagle. \u201cRavenclaw,\u201d he said. \u201cBut she says I could go somewhere else.\u201d

\u201cI hope you go to Slytherin,\u201d Yifan reinforced before a tall woman with sleek black hair came for him, tugging at his hand. <\/i>

The next time he saw Wu Yifan was at the Great Hall when they were all huddled together to be sorted into the houses. Right before his name was called, Yixing spotted Yifan among the other first years and his eyebrows shot up in recognition. The other waved at him, and the most vivid memory Yixing has of that night is Yifan\u2019s disappointed look when the sorting hat yelled \u201cHufflepuff!\u201d

They had spoken during classes, a few timid words, because even though they had met, there hadn\u2019t been time to grow past the awkward phase of acquaintanceship. Despite the awkwardness of slightly bowing to each other in the hallways, Yixing still went to Yifan\u2019s first game as a Slytherin beater. And all the others after that. While all his friends were cheering for Ravenclaw and Kim Minseok, Yixing was secretly smirking every time Yifan\u2019s bat smashed back a bludger.

It takes the Slytherin a few beats to notice Yixing standing there, wand drawn and cheeks a little colored by the haste of escaping. Yifan doesn\u2019t look surprised.

\u201cIt\u2019s ok. This area is clear,\u201d he says.

Yixing blinks, sighing and putting his wand away. \u201cIt\u2019s madness in there. I don\u2019t know what happened.\u201d

\u201cI do,\u201d Yifan mentions, legs falling to the floor. \u201cKim Jongdae. I heard him talking to Byun Baekhyun. He poured... A potion<\/i> into the drinks. By the time I knew, it was too late and I had taken a few sips.\u201d

Gasping, Yixing frowns, flashes of Jongdae\u2019s suspicious behavior near the drinks table coming back. \u201cI knew it! He looked too damn fishy.\u201d

Yifan chuckles. \u201cDo you wanna sit down?\u201d

He was about to refuse, but thinking twice Yixing considered the possibility of people under the influence of whatever Kim Jongdae spiked the drinks with crowding the common room. Perhaps Yifan\u2019s danger-free area is the safest place to be right now. So he sits, adjusting his robes under his legs.

\u201cI didn\u2019t see you in there,\u201d he says. Giving Yifan a quick look, he notices that the Slytherin has already undone half of his garments. His tie hangs around his neck and the cloak of his robes lies on his lap.

\u201cI\u2019m not into dancing,\u201d Yifan offers, shrugging slightly before facing Yixing. \u201cBut you are.\u201d

\u201cMm?\u201d

\u201cI saw you. With Kim Minseok.\u201d Yifan\u2019s eyes shift to his lap. \u201cYou looked like you were having a good time.\u201d

There\u2019s no reason for Yixing to act so surprised. Like he\u2019s just been caught using one of the secret passages to Hogsmeade. All he did was dance a little with Kim Minseok, so why is he so embarrassed?

Clearing his throat, Yixing blurts, \u201cI felt bad for him.\u201d

Yifan studies him for all 30 seconds in which Yixing has his eyes wider than saucers, trying to figure out why he would say something like that. He felt bad for Minseok?<\/i> It\u2019s true, he felt bad for not trying<\/i>, because Minseok is a cool dude after all, but why is that something Wu Yifan needs to know? Deep down there\u2019s something, the hint of a feeling Yixing\u2019s been noticing since earlier. It\u2019s not a default feeling.

Squinting, he asks, \u201cWhat did Kim Jongdae spike the drinks with?\u201d

\u201cVeritaserum.\u201d Yifan answers immediately. \u201cThe truth is out there.\u201d The Slytherin smiles at his own joke and Yixing would have thought it\u2019s endearing if his brain wasn\u2019t preoccupied trying to process the information that the chaos back at the Great Hall was caused by Veritaserum. \u201cI don\u2019t know how he got his hands on it, but that\u2019s what he told Byun Baekhyun.\u201d

\u201cWhy would he do that?\u201d Yixing is perplexed. He knew about Kim Jongdae\u2019s reputation, but ruining an event everyone was so excited about?

\u201cThat\u2019s not even the worrying part,\u201d Yifan mentions. \u201cThe use of Veritaserum is controlled by the Ministry. He could be in serious trouble.\u201d

Would serve him well. Jongdae\u2019s rebelliousness should have a limit.

\u201cIf anyone asks us about it we won\u2019t be able to lie.\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s why I\u2019m hiding here.\u201d

Yixing turns to face him, \u201cI thought you were escaping the chaos.\u201d

\u201cThat too, but mostly because if a teacher decides to ask me what is going on, I\u2019d probably say \u2018Kim Jongdae fed us truth serum\u2019, although I find it very hard that no one\u2019s identified the source of the problem by now.... Anyway, he would be in trouble with the Ministry. Probably be expelled and face an official hearing by the actual Wizengamot.\u201d

Loyalty is one of Slytherin\u2019s many features, but loyalty to their own. Jongdae is a Gryffindor and there shouldn\u2019t be a single reason for Yifan to feel the need to protect him. That\u2019s not a Slytherin feature. That\u2019s a Yifan feature.<\/i> Yixing thinks, cheeks warming up (to his horror). He quickly brings his palms up to his face in attempt to cover the blush. It doesn\u2019t work, though. Yifan blinks at him, mouth suggesting a small smile.

\u201cAre you blushing?\u201d

\u201cIt seems,\u201d the warmness stretches to the tip of his ears and Yixing wants to die.

\u201cYou\u2019re so cute,\u201d comes the statement, and Yixing\u2019s heart skips a beat before he separates two fingers to peek at Yifan from between them. The Slytherin looks livid, his wide eyes and face almost as white as the ghosts roaming the school grounds. \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d

Yixing drags his hands to his lap. \u201cAre you apologizing for complimenting me?\u201d He\u2019s probably apologizing for blurting that out of nowhere, but it\u2019s not his fault, really. It\u2019s the truth serum.

\u201cThis thing is going to make a fool out of us, isn\u2019t it?\u201d Yifan asks him, but it looks a lot more like he\u2019s asking himself.

\u201cThen we should probably try to make the best of it,\u201d he suggests.

\u201cHow?\u201d

It\u2019s a silly idea, but sounds interesting and they\u2019re doing nothing anyway. Yixing clears his throat before announcing: \u201cTrue or false: You used a confundus spell on Park Chanyeol the last time Slytherin played against Gryffindor.\u201d

Yifan snorts, running a hand through his styled hair. It breaks the form, a gelled strand falling across his forehead. \u201cFalse. So is this what we\u2019re doing? We\u2019re asking each other questions?\u201d

\u201cWhat else do you propose?\u201d When Yifan doesn\u2019t answer, Yixing tilts his head towards him. \u201cYour turn.\u201d

\u201cOk.\u201d The Slytherin says after a few beats. \u201cTrue or false. You\u2026 Actually had fun with Kim Minseok tonight.\u201d

Complicated question, Yixing figures. Rubbing his palms together to stop them from sweating, Yixing looks away from Yifan\u2019s searching eyes. \u201cTrue\u2026 And false.\u201d

\u201cHow can that be?\u201d

\u201cAt first I didn\u2019t want to come to the ball, but once I got there I changed my mind.\u201d

\u201cSo you had fun.\u201d

\u201cI did for a moment. And then chaos broke loose.\u201d He chuckles at the memory of Jinri slapping Luhan.

Yifan hums, picking on his nails as he blinks to the ground and speaks before Yixing has the chance. \u201cTrue or false; you were disappointed for being sorted into Hufflepuff.\u201d

\u201cHey, it\u2019s not your turn!\u201d the Hufflepuff protests.

\u201cTrue or false,\u201d the other insists, serious eyes boring into Yixing\u2019s like they\u2019re about to go looking for the truth themselves. He wasn\u2019t disappointed for not being sorted into Slytherin, if that\u2019s what Yifan is asking. He was just\u2026 sad that he would not be in the same house as the only person he knew.

\u201cDo I have to answer with true or false?\u201d Warmness spreads across his cheeks, the urge to cover his face striking Yixing. He doesn\u2019t, though.

\u201cYou\u2019ll speak the truth any way,\u201d shrugs the Slytherin.

Yixing sighs, blinking at his legs before inhaling all the courage he can muster and looking up at Yifan, who watches him with rapt interest. \u201cI\u2026 I was sad, but not because I was in Hufflepuff\u2026 But because you<\/i> weren\u2019t in Hufflepuff.\u201d

At this point Yixing figures he shouldn't even be fazed by the burning on his face, there\u2019s nothing he can do to avoid puking out truth at any given opportunity. Yifan, on the other hand, looks positively charmed, lips threatening to quirk up as he blinks at Yixing with too much fondness in his gaze. He\u2019s thought about it before -- about the possibility of Wu Yifan being interested in more than his friendship. Yixing was meant to reach that conclusion at some point, with the way Yifan\u2019s words were always softer when he was speaking to him, how he bullied all his friends to sign Yixing\u2019s petition to fund his care and preservation of unicorns initiative. How he never forgot Yixing\u2019s birthday and there was always a card or a howler that didn\u2019t exactly howl at Yixing, but sang him a song instead. Even that year Yixing was in the hospital wing with the black cat flu he received a small piece of parchment with a few doodles that were supposedly animals (Yifan was never a good artist) and a birthday message.

The indications were always there, however, Yixing couldn\u2019t bring himself to approach the subject with Yifan himself. Not when they weren\u2019t particularly friends<\/i>. And come to think about it, he wonders why they never went past acquaintanceship if it always felt like a little more. Being in different houses now seems like a silly motive.

\u201cCome.\u201d Yifan speaks. Yixing barely has time to frown in confusion before he\u2019s being hauled up.

\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d the Hufflepuff questions, patting dust off his robes.

\u201cWe\u2019re going to check the Great Hall,\u201d Yifan says, eyebrows wiggling in suggestion as he tugs Yixing by the sleeve of his cloak, pulling him along. Yixing almost trips trying to catch up with Yifan\u2019s strides.

\u201cI thought we were avoiding that part of the castle, you know, because of the whole Fiendfyre<\/i> Kim Jongdae created?\u201d

Yifan snorts but never slows down. \u201cI\u2019m pretty sure he wouldn\u2019t know how to conjure a Fiendfyre. Besides, we\u2019re just peeking.\u201d

With that Yixing just allows himself to be pulled, slowly the sounds of their mismatched steps mixing with the noise coming from the remnants of the Yule Ball. It doesn\u2019t sound like chaos, though, and Yixing hopes the anarchy has ceased.

When they reach the destination, Yixing refraining himself from colliding with Yifan\u2019s back when he stops abruptly, they find a post-battle scenario. There are people lying on the ground, a few crying in the corners and others being looked over by the too-old-to-function matron. Yixing spots Luhan and Choi Jinri sitting in a corner; Luhan has a few bandages around his arm and Jinri looks affronted, but both seem ok. Professors are still running around while prefects and the Head Boy and Head Girl return to the Hall with students in the most various states (he thinks he sees one of Ravenclaw\u2019s monitors carrying a girl that appears to be dizzy). It looks like even the first, second and third years that were not allowed to attend the ball have been attracted by the whole mess, a few of them lurking in the corners still in pajamas. The situation has been controlled from what it seems, but it\u2019s evident that not everything is normal yet.

\u201cDo you see him?\u201d Yifan asks. \u201cKim Jongdae. Do you think they know he\u2019s the one behind it all?\u201d

Something occurs to Yixing as he\u2019s taking a look around trying to find Jongdae\u2019s mischievous feline features among the sea of students. \u201cThey must at least suspect he\u2019s involved. Do you know about The Twins? The red headed ones?\u201d

Yifan looks at him, \u201cTwins? Weasley? The ones who escaped in their seventh year?\u201d Yixing nods. \u201cI\u2019ve heard about them.\u201d

\u201cYeah, there\u2019s a book about them in the library by someone named L. Jordan. They had something. A map,\u201d Yixing says, trying to remember the contents of the book he read when he was still a 1st year. It was a collection of stories; he remembers doubting most of them. \u201cThis map indicated the position of everyone in the castle. L. Jordan says that\u2019s how they managed to stir trouble without being seen.\u201d

\u201cDo you think Jongdae has this map?\u201d

\u201cNo one has records of this map ever since the Weasley twins. Who knows what happened with it, but Jongdae could have gotten his hands on something similar.\u201d

Yifan blinks, his eyes losing focus as he considers Yixing\u2019s words. \u201cShould we try finding Jongdae?\u201d

\u201cWhy?\u201d

\u201cWell\u2026\u201d Sighing, the Slytherin lowers his eyes before lifting them again, like he\u2019s unsure about what he\u2019s about to say. Yixing turns to him, and when his sleeve gets a little stretched at the movement, he realizes that all the time they\u2019ve been parked at the entrance of the Great Hall, Yifan\u2019s hand never let go of his cloak. \u201cIf teachers find out that he\u2019s the one behind it all, he\u2019ll be expelled. Maybe if we get to him first we can find a way to save his skin.\u201d

\u201cAnd why would we want to save his skin?\u201d Yixing frowns.

By the way Yifan fidgets at the question, fingers finally slipping away from Yixing\u2019s sleeve, he must have a particular reason for wanting to help Kim Jongdae and since Yifan can\u2019t lie, Yixing will hear about it.

\u201cDid I ever tell you I suck at Potions?\u201d Yifan asks, scratching at the side of his face.

Yixing blinks. What does that have to do with Kim Jongdae? \u201cYou must have mentioned\u2026\u201d

The truth is Yixing knows<\/i> that Yifan sucks at Potions. They\u2019ve brewed together once in 3rd year and Yixing had a hard time salvaging a potion Yifan nearly blew in their faces. Professor Lim rewarded Hufflepuff with 15 points for his astounding recovery. He knows<\/i> Yifan lacks Potion skills, but that\u2019s not something he should say to the Slytherin\u2019s face.

Yifan sighs, looking a little dismal. \u201cYeah, so\u2026 I bought an auto-answer quill once in 5th year, and I was planning on using it on a Potions quiz,\u201d he says nervously. \u201cI never got to use it because I lost the bloody thing and Professor Lim found it after the quiz ended. I don\u2019t know where it was, but she found it and asked the whole class who owned that quill. Jongdae knew it was mine because we had sat together the class before that one and he saw it in my bag. I was sweating like a damn pig when he stood up and said it was his quill.\u201d

5th year was the year Hufflepuff took Potions class with Ravenclaw; the year Yixing met Kim Minseok.

Sighing once more, Yifan rubs a hand on his face. \u201cHe took the blame, even though we weren\u2019t friends and he had no obligations whatsoever to help me. He got detention, and when I asked him why he\u2019d done it, he said he already had a history of misbehaviour and my record was pristine.\u201d He lets out a shallow laugh. \u201cHe said \u2018better me than you\u2019. It was an impulse action, something he did on spot because I\u2019d get in trouble if he didn\u2019t.

\u201cSo. I owe him for that. I still don\u2019t know why he did what he did, but I can\u2019t let him be expelled without trying to help.\u201d

\u201cDo you even know how to help?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019ll figure something out.\u201d

Slytherins never forget<\/i>, Yixing was once told. He can\u2019t remember if it was his mother or his aunt, but they told him that once Slytherins would redirect this feeling towards vengeance, and it would often result in disasters and tragedies, like the war in 1995. Of course the episode in the Potions class could never develop into a brawl, but even if it had Yixing could never see Yifan in the middle of it. He just\u2026 couldn\u2019t. People say Hufflepuffs are prone to establish friendship ties with Slytherins because they don\u2019t judge based on negative rumors, but Jongdae is a Gryffindor and he deliberately helped Yifan without asking for anything in return. It\u2019s not a matter of house characteristics. It\u2019s just Yifan. Who\u2019s a good person. And everyone can see it.

\u201cYixing?\u201d He\u2019s probably been staring and looking like a fool, because Yifan is frowning at him looking the most reddish Yixing\u2019s ever seen him.

Yixing shakes his head ready to apologize when a familiar voice calls his name.

\u201cYixing!\u201d

He turns around to find Kim Minseok running towards them, probably having spotted the duo by the entrance. Minseok strides to them looking concerned, his well-shaped eyebrows knitting together as he takes in Yixing\u2019s form, inspecting him head to toe in search for injuries.

\u201cAre you ok? You disappeared on me!\u201d the Ravenclaw hurries, bashfully ignoring Yifan by his side. Oh Sehun trails after him, hawk eyes squinting at Yixing as if he could swing his wand at Minseok at any moment.

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Yixing says truthfully. Minseok watches him. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to escape you\u2026 I mean\u2026 I meant<\/i> to escape the chaos, but I never meant to disappear on you.\u201d

\u201cYou should have waited for me,\u201d the other says.

\u201cYou were with Sehun,\u201d he tries to justify, Sehun nodding eagerly behind Minseok. The elder turns to face him, patting Sehun\u2019s shoulder before turning back to Yixing. He completely misses the sparkling smile Sehun flashes. \u201cDo you know what happened?\u201d he fishes, trying to know if the word about Jongdae already got around.

\u201cIt seems like someone thought it would be funny to give us Veritaserum. The teachers are still investigating if only the drinks were spiked or if the culprit enchanted the food too.\u201d

Yixing looks up at Yifan, trying to catch his eyes but instead, finds the Slytherin glaring<\/i> at Minseok. He\u2019s even wheezing, nostrils flaring and lips pressed thin against each other. He looks angry.

\u201cYixing,\u201d Minseok says quietly, seeming to have noticed Yifan and the way he looks. \u201cI should take you down there so they can check up on you.\u201d

Before Yixing can explain that there\u2019s nothing wrong with him, Yifan\u2019s says in a final tone, \u201cHe\u2019s not hurt.\u201d

Yixing would have flinched at that tone, but Minseok only narrows his eyes at the other. \u201cWhy don\u2019t we let Yixing decide if he\u2019s hurt or not.\u201d

\u201cHyung, he doesn\u2019t want your help.\u201d Oh Sehun says in an almost whisper.

The atmosphere gets tense pretty quick. From his peripheral vision, Yixing sees Yifan\u2019s fingers touch the spot where his wand is supposed to be. Clearing his throat, he turns to Minseok.

\u201cI\u2019m ok,\u201d he assures the Ravenclaw. Minseok opens his mouth to speak, so Yixing continues. \u201cThank you for inviting me to the dance, and thank you for worrying about me and for being so nice to me. I\u2019m sorry about what I said\u2026 The thing about you only caring about Quidditch. I promise I\u2019m ok, Minseok.\u201d

There\u2019s a moment in which Yixing sees realization pass through Minseok\u2019s eyes, and he casts them down, nodding in recognition before he looks up, offering Yixing a weak smile. \u201cIt\u2019s ok. And it was my pleasure.\u201d

\u201cWe\u2019ll talk later, ok?\u201d he promises, already feeling Yifan\u2019s fingers pulling him by the sleeve. They should go find Kim Jongdae. Yixing waves at Minseok, his figure shrinking as Yifan pulls him away from the Great Hall. Something tightens inside him when Minseok waves back, walking back into the Hall with Oh Sehun.

Yifan snorts. \u201cHe likes you.\u201d

\u201cI know that,\u201d Yixing tugs his arm free, returning to his normal pace now that he\u2019s not being forced to accompany Yifan\u2019s wide steps. The Slytherin slows down to match him, curiously peering at Yixing. \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t have spoken to him like that.\u201d

That takes Yifan aback, his mouth dropping open and eyebrows flying up in amazement. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, I just\u2026\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s ok.\u201d Yixing knows what Yifan is about to say. The effects of the serum will soon start to wear off, but he can still spare Yifan the need to explain himself. \u201cMinseok is cool, I feel bad for the way I treated him. I should never have said yes to his invitation in the first place.\u201d

Yifan sighs, shifting on his feet and changing the cloak he\u2019s been carrying on his left arm to his right arm. \u201cOk.\u201d

\u201cLet\u2019s just find Jongdae.\u201d




Finding Kim Jongdae turns out to be a real difficult task. They go up to the Astronomy tower, down to the greenhouses, then let the staircases take them to all the places they can move to. Yet, Kim Jongdae is nowhere to be seen. There's not even a trace of his existence (besides the destroyed reputation of one of the oldest traditions in the Wizarding world) in the entire castle. They'll never find him if he has a device like the Weasley Twins' map. Jongdae is too crafty.

They're reaching the dungeons when Yifan suddenly stops and Yixing panics at the prospect of being found by patrolling prefects or professors. A few paintings have tried to make them speak about the situation in the Great Hall, which means they could have passed the word that there are students taking a stroll. That is if anyone noticed they're missing.

\"What is it?\" he asks.

Yifan sighs, seemingly tired. \"It's been an hour and we still don't know where he is. I don't think we'll find him.\"

\"Perhaps we should take a break.\" Yixing suggests. \"Are you hungry?\"

\"Starving.\" Yifan replies immediately.

\"We could go grab something from the kitchen.\" The house-elves are probably awake, not having slept in order to keep cooking for the Yule Ball. Poor creatures. Yixing had plans for an initiative in their favor after his unicorn project was accepted. Neither got through.

Yifan frowns, \"The kitchen? Can you go in there? Do you even know<\/i> where it is?\"

Yixing hums cheerfully at the idea. Fresh bread and warm milk, maybe even a slice of pie. His stomach growls at the mere thought.

\"How do you know where it is?\" Yifan still sounds impressed and confused at the same time but follows Yixing nonetheless.

\"It's near our common room,\" he answers as they walk, his humor having lifted surprisingly. \"The house-elves are always kind to me. They give me food anytime I ask.\"

\"And where is your common room?\"

\"In the basement!\" Yixing informs. \"They let us in because we keep them company sometimes, since we're neighbors!\"

Yifan's chuckle surprises him, making Yixing slow down his pace to stare at Yifan in question. \"You sound so Hufflepuff right now.\"

\"I am<\/i> a Hufflepuff.\"

\u201cWell, yeah, but you\u2019re only mildly<\/i> Hufflepuff.\u201d

\u201cLike you\u2019re,\u201d Yixing makes quotation marks in the air, \u201c\u2018mildly\u2019 Slytherin?\u201d He resumes walking. They\u2019re almost there and his stomach keeps growling.

Yifan gasps, \u201cHow dare you, I\u2019m 100% Slytherin!\u201d

\u201cUh-huh, whatever you say Nice Guy.\u201d

Once they reach the basement, Yixing slows down, allowing Yifan to look around because clearly this is the first time he\u2019s been there. Usually no student is allowed into the kitchen (according to L.Jordan, The Weasley Twins made it once, bringing snacks to their common room after winning a Quidditch game), but the house-elves are always kind to Hufflepuff students, so they let them slide.

\u201cHere,\u201d Yixing grabs the back of Yifan\u2019s robes\u2019 shirt, bringing him right in front of the fruit bowl painting. \u201cThat\u2019s the door.\u201d

Yifan blinks. \u201cThe painting?\u201d Yixing nods. \u201cHow do we get in?\u201d

Deciding to show him instead of talking, Yixing smiles, reaching for the painting and touching the pear in the fruit bowl. He tickles the pear, continuing with the tickles until the fruit squirms and starts giggling. Yifan laughs too, and Yixing briefly glances at him before the pear transforms into a green door knob.

\u201cThat\u2019s cute,\u201d the Slytherin says.

Yixing snorts, arching an eyebrow at him as he opens the door. \u201c100% Slytherin\u2026\u201d

Inside it\u2019s warm. It always is, probably because of the huge<\/i> fireplace in there. The kitchen is as wide as the Great Hall, placed right underneath it. There are four large tables, just like the Great Hall, but there is no enchanted ceiling, and no Hourglasses or decorations. Only pans, crates with vegetables and fruits and old cupboards. The first to notice their presence is Brutus, one of the house-elves Yixing knows.

\u201cMaster Yixing!\u201d he chirps, running towards them in little steps.

\u201cHi Brutus, how are you this evening?\u201d

\u201cVery well, very well. We heard about the dance. Terrible thing! Are you ok, Master?\u201d he asks, twisting the toga made of tea-towels he wears as clothes.

\u201cWe\u2019re fine,\u201d Yixing pulls Yifan to the front. \u201cThis is Yifan.\u201d

\u201cHi.\u201d Yifan says, waving an awkward hand at Brutus, who waves a hand back.

\u201cWelcome, Master. Any friend of Master Yixing is a friend of ours. Are you hungry, Masters?\u201d Brutus drags Yixing by the cloak of his robes. \u201cYou can join your friends. They came in here earlier and Rocky gave them pumpkin pie!\u201d

Friends? Yixing frowns at Brutus before following the elf\u2019s gaze. At the end of the fourth table, the one closer to the wall, sit two figures. One of them is wearing white robes, the other was supposed to be wearing black robes but, as well as Yifan, took off their cloak.

\u201cYixing,\u201d Yifan whispers, also having noticed them.

\u201cGo Masters, go! Brutus will bring you nicely baked goods in a jiffy!\u201d Brutus pushes forward.

They walk very carefully, not trying to sneak up on them, but also not wanting to scare the two boys. They spent the past hour trying to find them, after all. The first one to notice them is Baekhyun, who\u2019s sitting facing the direction that they came from, eyebrows shooting up when he sees them. His face probably startles Jongdae, who turns around and gapes at them.

\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d the smaller Gryffindor asks. He doesn\u2019t sound as rude as he\u2019d like.

Yifan steps closer, sitting next to Jongdae unceremoniously. \u201cWe\u2019ve been looking for you,\u201d he informs. Jongdae exchanges a glance with Baekhyun before focusing on Yifan. He remains quiet, giving the Slytherin the word. \u201cWe know what you did.\u201d

Jongdae doesn\u2019t gawk, or get to his feet trying to escape. He simply stares at Yifan, doesn\u2019t even deny it.

\u201cWhat do you know that I\u2019ve done?\u201d he questions, face unreadable. Baekhyun, though, looks positively freaked<\/i>. Yixing watches him for a few seconds, the way his eyes shift from Jongdae to Yifan then widen<\/i> at Jongdae like he\u2019s trying to get his friend\u2019s attention. He catches Yixing\u2019s gaze and tries to relax but still looks nervous.

\u201cThe Veritaserum.\u201d Yifan says.

Jongdae snorts, tossing a piece of bread into his mouth. \u201cWhat are you going to do? Turn me in?\u201d

Shaking his head, Yifan leans his forearms onto the table. \u201cNo,\u201d he says seriously. \u201cI\u2019m not going to turn you in.\u201d

That<\/i> gets a reaction out of Jongdae. The Gryffindor frowns at Yifan for a good thirty seconds before asking, \u201cWhy not?\u201d

\u201cI owe you one.\u201d Yifan answers.

Jongdae smiles like the Cheshire Cat, his usual demeanor slipping in. \u201cAre you taking the blame?\u201d

Yifan snorts, rolling his eyes, \u201cOf course not. You know my records are pristine. But I have a few ideas on how you can get out of this one.\u201d

\u201cWe already know what he\u2019s going to say if questioned.\u201d Baekhyun speaks for the first time.

His friend nods, \u201cThese house-elves love me. They agreed to say that I was here all night.\u201d

Yixing doesn\u2019t even have to hear the rest of it to know it\u2019s a stupid plan. A lot of people, including himself, saw Jongdae in the Great Hall. \u201cI saw you at the Ball. There\u2019s no way I was the only one.\u201d

\u201cI can\u2019t Obliviate<\/i> everyone there, can I?\u201d Jongdae asks. \u201cI\u2019ll just have to trust they\u2019ll think the House-elves have no reason to lie.\u201d

\u201cThat won\u2019t work and you know it,\u201d Yifan chuckles half-heartedly. \u201cIt\u2019s almost like you\u2019re trying<\/i> to be expelled.\u201d

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be expelled, they\u2019d give me a month\u2019s detention tops,\u201d he shrugs.

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d the Hufflepuff says, only because he\u2019s been quietly listening for too long. Yixing circles the table, taking a seat next to Baekhyun. \u201cI\u2019m afraid you have no idea what you\u2019re facing here. We\u2019re talking Wizengamot besides expulsion.\u201d

Whatever Jongdae mutters gets muffled by Brutus who walks on top of the table with a steaming hot pie, a small basket of bread and two cups and a jar of what\u2019s possibly pumpkin juice floating behind him.

\u201cBrutus brought food, Masters!\u201d He sets everything in front of them, the cups and the jar graciously landing on the wood. \u201cEnjoy!\u201d

\u201cThank you!\u201d Yixing says as he retreats, the elf showing him a yellowed-teeth smile before running back to his chores.

The pie smells wonderful and Yifan wastes no time, grabbing himself a slice. Jongdae and Baekhyun still have a few pieces of bread, but they\u2019re ignored at the arrival of a fresh food

\u201cSo you\u2019re saying I can go to Azkaban,\u201d Jongdae says, mouth completely full. Yixing gets himself a slice and has a bite as Yifan takes the turn to speak.

\u201cI don\u2019t know if you can go to Azkaban, but you\u2019ll get in serious trouble, that\u2019s for sure. All use of Veritaserum is controlled by the Ministry.\u201d

Jongdae shakes his head, the sides of his mouth dirty with pie crumbs. \u201cThey can\u2019t Trace it. It\u2019s not a spell, it\u2019s not under the Trace\u2019s radar. Besides, I\u2019m in the school.\u201d

\u201cBut they can find out. This is the Triwizard Tournament we\u2019re talking about. The Department of International Magical Cooperation is all over its ass, especially after so many deaths happened in the tournament,\u201d Yifan mentions. \u201cAnd my dad has a friend working for the Department of Magical Games and Sports and he says this Tournament was prepared with a lot more secrecy than the previous ones, you know, to prevent anyone else from dying or dark wizards rising from their tombs.\u201d

Baekhyun shivers at mention of \u2018dark wizards\u2019. Yixing offers him a slice of pie because there\u2019s nothing pie can\u2019t cure. Baekhyun accepts, naturally, because no one ever refuses pie.

\u201cSo you\u2019re saying they might have\u2026 means to know I\u2019m responsible for this?\u201d Jongdae swallows dryly, and now<\/i> he looks terrified.

\u201cYes. Frankly Jongdae, you seem like an amateur.\u201d

Yixing bites back a laugh and Baekhyun looks concerned.

\u201cI clearly didn\u2019t plan this enough,\u201d the Gryffindor ponders. \u201cAlrighty Mr. Wu. What\u2019s your plan?\u201d

The response is immediate. \u201cYou\u2019re gonna say you have Somnambulism.\u201d

Baekhyun goes into a coughing fit. Yixing frowns.

\u201cExcuse me?\u201d the Hufflepuff asks, slipping back into the conversation. \u201cIs that your great way out?\u201d

Yifan shifts on his seat, gesticulating around his words. \u201cNo, no, hear me out! My neighbor is a somnambul. Once his siblings locked him in the closet as a joke and he stayed there for two whole days. He developed the habit to return there in his sleep. He told me the Ministry takes somnambulism very seriously because wizards can develop strange habits in their sleep to cope with trauma and other things.\u201d

Realization falls upon Jongdae, and his whole aura changes drastically. It\u2019s like all worry lifts from his body and just evaporates. \u201cI see where you\u2019re going with this, Wu. It\u2019s brilliant!\u201d

Not wanting to sound dumb, Yixing doesn\u2019t voice all the questions he has about the plan, instead just watching Yifan and Jongdae go over details. Baekhyun, however, leans into his space and whispers close to Yixing\u2019s ear:

\u201cWhat is the plan?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m not sure.\u201d Yixing replies, focusing on the duo in their front.

\u201c... subdivision of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. So she faced Improper Use of Magic charges just because she was somnambul and petrified her father! She was only 14, so the Trace got her, obviously,\u201d Yifan is explaining.

\u201cHow am I going to explain having Veritaserum with me?\u201d Jongdae asks.

\u201cHow did you get it?\u201d

\u201cI stole it from Professor Lim\u2019s office.\u201d

Yifan hums, \u201cYou\u2019re traumatized because your brother once fed you Veritaserum. You were so tired earlier that you dressed for the ball and fell asleep. Then you sleepwalked to Professor Lim\u2019s office, by chance it was empty because she had to attend the ball, fetched the potion and done the do.\u201d

\u201cIt sounds pretty believable to me,\u201d Jongdae scratches his chin and turns to Baekhyun. \u201cWhat do you think?\u201d

Having been caught by surprise, Baekhyun rushes to swallow down the bread he\u2019d just pushed into his mouth. \u201cI finally understand the plan,\u201d he clears his throat. \u201cIt\u2019s a good plan.\u201d

Yixing sips at his pumpkin juice before saying, \u201cI think it would help if you explained where this idea came from\u2026 I mean, did you thought of the whole plan while asleep? Perhaps this was something you\u2019d already thought about-- Like\u2026 You were thinking about stealing the serum to use on Baekhyun as a joke.\u201d

\u201cWhy me?\u201d

\u201cI could say I wanted to know if he was the one who\u2019d stolen my auto-answer quill.\u201d The Gryffindor shares a look with Yifan and both of them bite back their laughs.

\u201cThat\u2019s a good one. Makes it seem like the situation is forcing you to be honest and disclose your upcoming plans and secrets like the ownership of an auto-answer quill.\u201d Yixing encourages just as Jongdae turns to Yifan to say: \u201cYou know, I stole that quill from Professor Lim\u2019s office after I was done with your<\/i> detention,\u201d and the other laughs.

After the humorousness of the moment passes, silence installs between the four of them, and they all eye the remnants of the pie, the surface of the table covered in crumbles and beads of pumpkin juice.

\u201cIt\u2019s settled, then.\u201d Baekhyun says after a beat.

Jongdae nods, smiling at Yifan in a way that Yixing\u2019s never seen him smile at anyone before. It\u2019s filled with trust, as if Yifan is worthy of something that not many in Jongdae\u2019s world are worthy of. \u201cThank you,\u201d the Gryffindor says.

\u201cI owed you one. Now we\u2019re even.\u201d Yifan shrugs.

\u201cIf this really saves my ass I\u2019ll never forget it, Wu.\u201d Jongdae tells him in all seriousness before breaking into of his cheshire grins.

\u201cHey,\u201d they all look at Baekhyun. \u201cI had an idea.\u201d When no one speaks, he continues. \u201cDo you think we can sneak to the Quidditch pitch?\u201d



They make it to the pitch, but it\u2019s not all that easy. The mess at the Great Hall seems to have been controlled now that all effects caused by the truth serum have worn off. They all hear the Headmaster\u2019s voice echoing through the walls, informing them that professors and prefects will be patrolling the hallways in search of any stray student. Before going down to the pitch, Yixing enters his common room and grabs a few blankets. Jongdae convinces his many House-elf friends to pack them a few muffins and they go. A few mean paintings threaten to tell on them and they try to be really<\/i> quiet not to attract any ghost or living being, but they make it.

Yixing learns that Jongdae doesn\u2019t have a device like the Weasley\u2019s mysterious map. All of his mischief was managed by sheer luck and extreme competence in the art of misbehaving. He confesses to have read the book by L.Jordan and claims to be a great supporter of the legendary twins. While Yifan tries to fight the last muffin out of Baekhyun\u2019s hands, Yixing takes the opportunity to ask Jongdae a question that\u2019s been bugging him the whole night.

\u201cWhy did you cover for him?\u201d he asks.

Jongdae frowns slightly. \u201cWhat?\u201d

\u201cPotions class, 5th year. Why did you cover for him?\u201d

Making a gentle sound of understanding, Jongdae laughs timidly, and that\u2019s something Yixing never thought he\u2019d see the Gryffindor do. In fact, he\u2019s seeing a lot of sides of Jongdae he\u2019s never seen before. The boy looks over to where Baekhyun and Yifan still argue about the muffin and smiles that same way he\u2019d done in the kitchen. Warm and genuine.

\u201cYifan is a good friend,\u201d he starts. \u201cNot that we\u2019ve been friends, but\u2026 He\u2019s the only Slytherin that I\u2019ve never seen use the word \u2018Mudblood\u2019. I hear a lot of them whisper insults when they think I\u2019m not looking. They never do it to my face because they know the school frowns upon using such derogatory terms and they\u2019d probably face detention, but I can hear them. They always make sure I do. Yifan, though\u2026 He\u2019s different. Hard headed sometimes - still a Slytherin after all, but nice.\u201d

Yes, of course. Jongdae is a Muggle-born. Yixing is friends with a great amount of Muggle-borns; he thinks they\u2019re smarter. They go to Muggle school since their early years and learn a lot of important things. Yixing is a half-blood, but his mother convinced his Muggle father that the best option for him was to wait for his Hogwarts letter. He wishes they hadn\u2019t agreed on that. Yixing would have gone to Muggle school and would have learned a lot of important, math things and wouldn\u2019t suffer through Arithmancy like he\u2019s suffering. It was always a known fact that Jongdae is smart. He just likes to pretend like he\u2019s not, even though he fools no one.

\u201cHe likes you, you know.\u201d The Gryffindor mentions after a moment of silence. \u201cHe watches you. In class, in the Great Hall, even today at the Ball.\u201d

Yixing wants to know how Jongdae knows all those things, but figures it\u2019s best if he doesn\u2019t ask. Instead he just nods, watching Yifan and Baekhyun reach an agreement on the last muffin, then Baekhyun breaks the cake in half and offers the smaller part to Yifan who, of course, looks outraged. The argument restarts.

\u201cHey, Baek!\u201d Jongdae calls his friend. \u201cGive me a piece of this muffin!\u201d

He\u2019s trying to pull Baekhyun away from Yifan to give Yixing space to approach. It works; Baekhyun stuffs his mouth with the cake and Jongdae runs after him promising revenge. Yifan notices Yixing stepping closer and makes a little more room for him on the blanket he\u2019s sitting on. Yixing sits down, having gotten rid of his cloak when he went to the common room. Sitting is a lot easier without it, he thinks.

\u201cCrazy night, huh.\u201d the Slytherin says.

Yixing narrows his eyes, \u201cGood night.\u201d

Leaning back on his hands, Yixing looks up. The stands are high risen, each two decorated with the colors of the four houses. Soon the sun will come out, and then they\u2019ll be able to see the colors more clearly. It feels too unreal to be sitting at the empty Quidditch pitch. Even more unreal that he\u2019s not freaking out about breaking a lot of school rules.

\u201cWhat are you thinking about?\u201d comes Yifan\u2019s voice.

\u201cThat the sun will be up soon.\u201d Not entirely a lie. Yixing looks at the other and offers him a smile. Yifan returns with a smile of his own. \u201cAnd that we have Transfiguration on Wednesday.\u201d

Laughing in confusion, Yifan frowns, \u201cYeah, we do.\u201d

\u201cSo. Can we sit together?\u201d

The smile freezes on the Slytherin\u2019s face.

It\u2019s something Yixing\u2019s been thinking about. Being in a different house seems like an idiotic reason not to be closer with Yifan. He wants to be closer. Those 7 years tiptoeing around each other and sneaking glances when one thinks the other won\u2019t be looking. It\u2019s ridiculous. They only have a few more months before school is over, and it would be ultimately pathetic if they allowed themselves to graduate and never do a thing about\u2026 Them<\/i>. Hopefully, there\u2019s still time.

Blinking out of the apparent daze he fell into, Yifan says, \u201cYeah. We can sit together.\u201d He nods. \u201cIn fact\u2026 Are you free this weekend?\u201d

Yixing can\u2019t even contain the smile spreading across his face. \u201cYes. Do you want to hang out?\u201d

\u201cWe could go to Hogsmeade, or go to the library and check that book about the twins you can\u2019t seem to shut up about.\u201d Yifan says and Yixing laughs. Sounds like a plan. A wonderful plan.

\u201cGreat night, huh.\u201d

\u201cCrazy night.\u201d



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Dear Mr. Kim,

We have received intelligence that you made use of a controlled substance obtained through illegal means. As you know, the distribution of Veritaserum (also known as Truth Serum) must be kept on records, and the illegal possession of controlled substances is a serious offence under Section 8 of the International Code of Use of Controlled Substances.

Substances like the one you made use of are still under study by the Department of Mysteries, and for that reason, the legality of the aforementioned is still questionable.

As you have already received an official warning for a previous breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 10:17AM on the 18th of November.

Yours sincerely,

Park Jungsoo

Improper Use of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic.<\/i>



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Dear Mr. Kim,

We hope this letter finds you in good health. It was brought to our attention that you suffer from a rare Somnambulism condition originated from traumatic ingestion of Truth Serum. Knowing that your actions on the night of the offence under Section 8 of the International Code of Use of Controlled Substances were guided by an unfortunate chronical illness, no further investigations will be held, and your hearing at the Ministry of Magic has been suspended.

We advise you to visit the Potions and Plant Poisoning floor of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, where your condition can be treated with the utmost care.

Yours sincerely,

Park Jungsoo

Improper Use of Magic Office
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pairing:<\/b> chanyeol\/lay
rating:<\/b> pg-13
word count:<\/b> 6,957 words
warnings:<\/b> shamelessly flirtatious yixing. mama!au
summary:<\/b> chanyeol thinks that yixing has been requesting to be the one to treat his injuries whenever he goes to the healing practice.
notes:<\/b> written for <\/a>exoments<\/b><\/a><\/span>



Hoverboards were one of the last great things that the men created and one of the few to survive the war. Chanyeol thinks they were invented some place between 2050 and 2070, he\u2019s not sure, but his grandfather keeps retelling the story of how he woke up very early to get in line and be one of the first kids to ever put his hands on a hoverboard. It was the heat of the moment for a long time. Hoverboards. Every human being wanted one and people known by the society even bought a few for their pets. Now they\u2019re still rare, but not as much as the hype that was back in the day.

Chanyeol always wanted to ride a hoverboard when he was a kid. Sometimes scavengers, the people who rummage through what\u2019s left of the old cities in search for useful things, would find a hoverboard gathering dust, buried under several layers of fallen concrete and ancient furniture. These pieces were fixed and put to auction among other things found by scavengers. It was one of the laws of the new world, that every item -- useful or not -- found by scavengers was put to auction instead of sold in the regular market. Chanyeol knew his family could never make a bid for a hoverboard. They had need of more important things, like a coffee maker or plastic. People bidding for hoverboards were the kind of people who had much more than the regular currency to exchange -- anything as valuable as what\u2019s being auctioned. His family could only bid with clothes -- his mom was always a great seamstress -- and leather, which was never enough to get him such an expensive toy.

After daydreaming and wanting so much, he never thought he would regret the first time he put his feet on a hoverboard. Maybe he overestimated the thing, but maybe<\/i> this one is on Jongdae. He wasn\u2019t even supposed to be Jongdae\u2019s friend to begin with, but somehow the Lightning Carrier slipped through the cracks and Chanyeol just settled. He shouldn\u2019t have settled. If he hadn\u2019t, maybe he wouldn\u2019t be fidgeting in pain, waiting in a healing practice with his arm broken in two different places. It was (of course it was) Jongdae\u2019s idea that Chanyeol tried riding his newly acquired hoverboard. Jongdae\u2019s been working at the energy facility and the bonus he gets for working the nights was enough to allow him to place a fat bid on the toy.

He knows Jongdae was trying to be a good friend, knowing that Chanyeol\u2019s childhood dream was to ride a hoverboard, and he also knows he didn\u2019t intend for Chanyeol to break his arm. Still, if not for him Chanyeol\u2019s arm would be good. At least the bastard is waiting with him, and every now and again he sends pitiful looks Chanyeol\u2019s way and knits his ridiculously cute eyebrows together, mouthing endless apologies.

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Jongdae says two minutes later from his previous apology. Chanyeol sighs.

\u201cIt\u2019s okay, Jongdae. You didn\u2019t push me off the hoverboard.\u201d Actually it\u2019s not ok. Chanyeol is missing work and today is the day the whole company is supposed to scavenge Rear Forest. The last company who scavenged there said to have found important medicinal herbs. He should be there helping his fellows.

\u201cBut I convinced you to give it a try. Of course you would fall and nearly get yourself killed, you have the balance of a newborn goat.\u201d The other scratches his head and slaps his own leg.

\u201cGive me some credit, I only managed to hurt my arm, didn\u2019t I?\u201d he figures there\u2019s no need to beat a dead horse. Chanyeol places his hand on Jongdae\u2019s shoulder and offers him a weak smile. That seems to soothe his friend\u2019s feelings, and Jongdae smiles back. So much for getting rid of him.

An assistant calls Chanyeol\u2019s name and he follows her to the patching room where a healer is most probably waiting. Chanyeol enters the room and there is, indeed, a healer waiting for him. He winces. In his Jongdae-induced pain, Chanyeol didn\u2019t even think about what healing practice it was safe to run to, he just allowed his friend to carry him. He should have voiced his worries -- he should have at least remembered there were things<\/i> to be concerned about. He should have warned Jongdae not to take him to the practice where Zhang Yixing works. Now there he is, standing by the door as Healer Zhang arches both eyebrows at him from his spot on the bed, looking very professional in his green healer attire. Yixing is clearly trying to refrain from laughing, biting on his lower lip, but Chanyeol feels like he\u2019s being laughed at anyway. Of course, that sort of thing would happen.

\u201cHey Chanyeol,\u201d Yixing says and there\u2019s no surprise in his tone. It\u2019s almost like he knew Chanyeol would show up. Maybe he did. It wouldn\u2019t be the first time Yixing had requested to be the one treating Chanyeol, which is creepy and worrisome because Chanyeol tries really hard to dislike Zhang Yixing.

They\u2019ve met at the celebration party for Yixing's seminar class graduation. Baekhyun dragged him there under the expectation of finding someone interesting, easily succeeding moments after their arrival. Chanyeol, on the other hand, was discovered by Yixing. A very drunk Yixing with green, healing light oozing from his left hand while the right carried a beer cup. Yixing staggered toward him, hooded eyes and parted mouth.

\"Look, I'm allowed to do this now,\" he said, smiling dazedly at Chanyeol as the green light intensified in his hand. \"I'm a certified healer. Are you hurt anywhere? I could heal you right now.\"

He tried to step closer to Chanyeol with that glowing hand held high; Chanyeol retreated. \"I'm not hurt,\" he startled, shaking his head.

He did not expect Yixing to give him a once over and make what he probably thought was a sexy face. \"And would you like to be?\"

What was that supposed to mean? Was that drunk healer guy trying to hit on him? Chanyeol frowned because he really did not want to get hurt.

\"No?\" he tried.

\"If you get hurt I'll heal you, don't worry,\" the healer lifts his green hand. \"I'm a certified healer now.\"

\"Yeah, you mentioned.\" Chanyeol positioned strategically to grab the wobbly guy if he lost balance.

\"What's your name? I'm Yixing. Zhang Yixing.\" he said, tripping on his own feet and falling right into Chanyeol's arms, beer cup splashed on the floor. \"Nice catch,\" Yixing smiled groggily, his hands sliding across Chanyeol's arms. \"Nice arms. Good thing I fell on you.\"

Chanyeol snorted a laugh and was getting ready to drag Yixing somewhere he could sit when someone approached them.

\"Yixing!\" a blonde Water Carrier he's seen around exclaims worriedly, quickly fetching the stunned healer. He knew that dude had graduated the year before, but couldn't remember his name. \"Are you ok?\"

\"Yes, I'm chatting with this guy.\" Yixing pointed a thumb at Chanyeol. \"I don't know his name just yet, but I think he's an Earth Carrier. He's strong and warm, would make a good scavenger,\" a hiccup. Yixing's hand fled to his mouth and he giggled.

Chanyeol stood quiet and watched Yixing's friend (that later he found out to be Kim Joonmyun) manhandle him out of there as Yixing squirmed and waved at Chanyeol with promises of meeting him again. And meet again they did, although Chanyeol is pretty sure it wasn't by chance.

Zhang Yixing was everywhere<\/i>. In Baekhyun's birthday party, in Kyungsoo's initiation as a guardian, at the bookstore -- literally everywhere. And contrary to what Chanyeol first thought, Zhang Yixing is highly menacing. He kept on eyefucking Chanyeol at any given opportunity, and smirking, and winking and making lewd comments about such things as Chanyeol's feet<\/i>. Zhang Yixing is persisting to say the least, but the bad part is that he's actually good looking, and Chanyeol wouldn't hesitate in going out with him if not for his behavior.

He won't, though, and Yixing is probably aware of that. Maybe that's why he keeps insisting on grabbing Chanyeol's forms and appointment applications in the healing practice. Chanyeol went as far as attending another practice to escape him, and his tactics have been working so well until\u2026 Until Jongdae\u2026 Jongdae must be unfriended.

\"Yixing,\" Chanyeol greets back after inhaling deeply and gathering enough courage to step into the room. The healer scoots to the side to give Chanyeol space to sit on the bed. That is not proper conduct, the healer is supposed to stand, yet Yixing is always sitting. Chanyeol's been suspecting he does it to get the chance to come closer.

It's been a few weeks since he last saw Yixing (they met in Baekhyun's apartment for a PES tournament), and since then, Chanyeol hasn't received a single text or facebook message. Yixing must have been busy.

\"What brings you here?\" he asks, rubbing his hands together.

For a moment, Chanyeol forgot he was in pain.

\"I, um, I injured my arm,\" he says, handling his arm with care as Yixing waves him over. Chanyeol sits next to him and allows the healer to inspect his arm.

\"How did you manage to crack it in two different places? Was it a scavenge job?\"

\"Jongdae wanted me to give the hoverboard a try.\"

Yixing snorts, both hands already glowing green. It tickles when he touches Chanyeol's arm, but it's bearable (and so soothing), so Chanyeol just closes his eyes.

\"Never trust a Lightning Carrier. How is he doing, by the way? I heard he got a job at the energy site?\"

\"Yes, he's in charge of nightly patrol or something... He needs to care so no one trespasses.\"

\"So he's a guardian?\"

\"Kinda,\" Chanyeol shrugs. \"He's fine with it though. Jongdae belongs to the most socially useless Carrier class - The Lightning. He's grateful for any job that takes him.\"

Yixing chuckles. It's a nice sound - his laughter is always calming. Oddly enough.

His eyes are still closed, but Chanyeol can tell that the green glow from Yixing's hands intensified by the way his arm feels. In five minutes, the pain is gone. The weird thing is that whenever the pain disappears, the session is over. But Yixing is still touching him, worse<\/i>, his hands are traveling up. Chanyeol's eyes pop open and he catches sight of a mildly amused Yixing brushing his palms on Chanyeol's shoulder, hands going down to his chest. He widens his eyes and jumps out of the bed.

\"Were you trying to feel me up?\" he questions.

Yixing snorts but doesn't deny. \"You like when I touch you.\"

Chanyeol chokes in his own saliva. This sort of comment shouldn't even surprise him anymore, but his cheeks still redden and he can't manage to stand up for himself. He could be a man and punch the living daylights out of Yixing for his insolence, or he could threaten to use his Fire Carrier abilities and deep fry the healer to his last hair strand. But no. Not Park Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol settles for lamely disliking the guy. And he can\u2019t even succeed at that.

\"Excuse you,\" he coughs, \"It has nothing to do with you if the glowy green that comes out of your hands feels good.\"

Why the fuck would you say that?<\/i>, Chanyeol asks himself.

Yixing just stares at him, a knowing look and the hint of a smile. Chanyeol's seen that look before, that's dangerous. It's a look that doesn't mean 'I'd eat you up in one giant bite', as the looks Yixing sends Chanyeol's way usually do, and that's intriguing. But he just shrugs it aside.

\"Come see me if it hurts,\" Yixing says as his eyes follow Chanyeol out of the room. \"Come if it doesn't as well!\"

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Chanyeol doesn't know why he thought he would be safe from Zhang Yixing at Sehun's birthday party. It was mentioned before (although he\u2019s not sure when and why) that Yixing healed Sehun when he fell from a tree trying to impress a girl and they\u2019ve been close friends ever since. This was probably one of those things the brain thinks it\u2019s convenient to just wipe. It wasn\u2019t.

Sehun set up a huge bonfire close to the left end of Rear Forest and had several gallons and barrels of booze brought along with the most various meats. It was supposed to be a hell of a party and Chanyeol intended to get his ass drunk very early in it. He wasn't counting on Zhang Yixing.

Sitting on a bench near one of the wine barrels, Chanyeol watches Sehun drunkenly dancing while swirling a finger up above his head. A small twister of leaves and rocks circles his feet before darting to pursue a girl wearing purple pants. Everyone laughs. Chanyeol snorts. Sehun has been using the twister trick to get girls for almost a decade now, Chanyeol just thinks that maybe an Air Carrier would use his abilities for something more straightforward. Like floating girls' skirts and blouses.

\"He would be a lot more successful if he just worked his way under some girl's skirt.\"

The voice startles him -- not because he wasn't expecting anyone, but because he knows that voice. Sighing deeply, Chanyeol looks up to face a serious-looking Yixing. The healer has his gaze fixed on Sehun, a cup in hand as if he's not there to ruin Chanyeol's evening.

\"What are you doing here?\" the Fire Carrier snaps.

\"Chatting,\" Yixing looks down at him and smiles around his cup. \"how is your arm doing?\"

\"It was fine before you showed up.\"

\"So this means you need care now?\" the other asks, arched eyebrows and hands already glowing green.

Chanyeol gulps all the content of his cup and tosses it on the ground, crossing his arms on his chest. \"You're not touching me, pervert.\"

The healer chuckles, light and easy. \"Sure.\"

They remain silent for a while, the wild noise of people hollering and chanting and getting drunk surrounding them.

\"Do you mind if I sit with you?\" Yixing suddenly asks. \"I promise I won't try anything. None of my friends came, you're the only one I know here.\"

Chanyeol knows that saying no is useless, Yixing is already sitting next to him. The healer sighs contently and sips his drink.

\"Nice party, huh?\" he points his head to a group of people carrying a skinny man into the woods. \"Crazy party.\"

Chanyeol frowns, \"Where are they taking him?\"

\"Deep into the forest probably,\" the healer shrugs, leaning into Chanyeol's space, \"to an orgy.\" He smirks after Chanyeol elbows him away with a scowl. \"Should we join them?\"

It's a rhetorical question, Chanyeol notices. Yixing's eyes twinkle with mischief, rapt by the scene unfolding in front of them. He wears a black beanie, his wavy fringe framing one side of his face, and a gray coat over his work attire.

\"You came straight from work?\" Chanyeol questions.

\"Yeah, I've been working double shifts to get rid of a training thingy some of us need to do in the city,\" he glances at Chanyeol. \"I hate to go to the city.\"

\"Why?\"

\"Because it's loud and messy. All those half-buildings and dust. Everything there is more complicated.\" Yixing slowly shakes his head and drinks from his cup.

\"What do you mean more complicated?\"

\"Well, you know how things work. Scavengers look and hunt and find things that might be useful for the whole community. Guardians protect the community. Scientists do their research...y science shit. Healers, well, heal. Officers do what no one else wants to do. Aside from farmers and some merchants, in the city everything is corrupt.\"

Chanyeol frowns, eyeing him judgmentally. \"Hey, scavengers are never corrupt.\"

Yixing snorts, looking away, \"I've done a lot of training in the city and it's very common to find scavengers selling their finds on the market instead of handing them to the department of Auctions. I've seen scavengers auction items by themselves,\" emptying his cup in one gulp, Yixing leans forward, forearms on his legs as he looks at Chanyeol from behind his fringe. \"Just because the company in our village isn't corrupt it doesn't mean there aren't corrupt scavengers.\"

It's weird to sit next to Yixing and hear him talk politics and form phrases that are not going to make Chanyeol feel uncomfortable. The truth is they've never talked -- really talked<\/i>, and this conversation is the closest to something personal he's ever heard from the healer. Curiously, it stirs some kind of interest in him. Chanyeol wants to know more.<\/i>

\"Have you ever thought about being a scavenger?\" he asks. \"Instead of taking your seminar in the academy for practical healing you could have gone for field healing.\"

The question doesn't surprise Yixing, but it forces him to work on an answer. Brows furrowed, the healer squints at the dirt beneath their feet, twisting his fingers. \"I thought about field healing, but I never wanted to be a guardian, I felt that my level of power could grant me more,\" he shrugs, \"we're at peace, so the empire isn't in need of any soldiers. So going for field healing meant only one thing.\"

\"Be a scavenger.\" when Chanyeol completes, Yixing nods, the hint of a smile stretching his lips.

\"It's not that I didn't want to be a scavenger. It's just... Too much legwork and I'm a couch potato.\" chuckling, Yixing adjusts his beanie and sighs, eyes never leaving Chanyeol's.

Weird. Something really weird is going on. It's been nearly ten minutes and the healer didn't pop an inappropriate question. Chanyeol frowns.

\"Practical healing suits me a lot more. We have some hardcore cases sometimes, but it's nothing crazy like a giant bug bite inside an unknown forest three villages from here.\"

\"Hey, our healer handles those like a champ!\" Chanyeol protests and Yixing smiles.

After a few minutes in silence, Yixing turns to him, eyes full of promise. \"Ok, I have something to ask you.\"

\"What is it?\"

\"I've never seen you use your Carrier powers,\" the other announces. \"I'd like to see it.\"

Chanyeol snorts, \"What, do you want me to set something on fire?\"

\"I mean, you don't have to. Only if you want,\" mischief sparkles in the healer's eyes and Chanyeol feels hot - like he's melting.

Without really thinking about what he's doing, Chanyeol lifts his palm up, allowing flames to surge out, the usual soothing prickle blazing across his hand. It never ceases to amaze him. Fire.

\"Does it burn?\" Yixing's question startles him out of his trance. \"You? Does it burn you?\"

Chanyeol shakes his head, connecting his fingers to watch the flames get thinner and thinner until it's only a single flare coming from his index finger.

\"Will it burn me?\" the healer asks again. This time, Chanyeol scowls at him.

\"What kind of question is that? Of course it will burn you, it's freaking fire.\"

Yixing laughs, loud and carefree as he always does. \"Don't underestimate me. I can take heat very well.\"

That was the first time Chanyeol\u2019s ever seen Yixing shoot him a line without smirking. Makes him feel strangely good.

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Half of the officers Chanyeol knows hate their jobs. The other half claims that they\u2019ll soon get a hold of their lives, find something else to do even if it means work in the market. The thing is no one is an officer by choice. Sitting behind a desk all day or running errands and dealing with legislations from Ages ago; Chanyeol always thought about officers as uninteresting people. The kind of people that settle for the minimum. Or the ones that have no choice because were born out of a Carrier class.

He knows that Kim Joonmyun graduated from his seminar top of his class. Kim Joonmyun could have pursued scavenging and done awesome at it, he could have applied to be a guardian, maybe even joined the army or gone for science. Joonmyun\u2019s level of ability could have taken him anywhere. Yet the man chose to be an officer.

Such a waste.

The Auctions department takes care of all items the scavenging company retrieves, putting it on the market for any interested buyer. Cataloging items and initiating daily auctions is the most boring job in the world. It shouldn\u2019t be a surprise that\u2019s Kim Joonmyun\u2019s job.

It\u2019s not always that Chanyeol is the one in charge of taking their load to Auctions at the end of the day, so he\u2019s not used to the blank walls and blank people<\/i> in general working in an office. Dozens of tables all huddled together and phones ringing simultaneously. Makes his mind goes numb. At least they get to use computers<\/i>, he thinks. Joonmyun is hooked on a phone when Chanyeol gets to his table.

The man gives him a glance and sighs into the phone, \u201cLet me get back to you later.\u201d and hangs up, looking up. \u201cYou\u2019re late.\u201d

Chanyeol points his head at the phone, \u201cCan\u2019t tell you when was the last time I spoke into one of those things.\u201d

Joonmyun smiles, \u201cWell, this is not 2015, phones are not made for public usage.\u201d He sits down. \u201cPlease tell me you have copper. The electric facility is in need of copper, has been<\/i> in need of copper for weeks now. They keep sending us pictures to remind us what copper looks like so we don\u2019t miss it.\u201d

\u201cNo copper,\u201d Chanyeol lifts the sack he brought, \u201cbut we have carbon fiber. Boss told us science people use this shit for your computer stuff.\u201d

The officer hums, calling someone over to take the sack from Chanyeol\u2019s hands. \u201cHow was Sehun\u2019s party?\u201d

\u201cHuh?\u201d

\u201cThe party. I didn\u2019t get to attend because of work obviously,\u201d Joonmyun chuckles. \u201cbut I heard it was pretty wild. An Ice Carrier built an igloo in the woods and held an orgy.\u201d

\u201cOh, yeah. Pretty wild. It\u2019s Sehun, I mean, what to expect.\u201d

\u201cI also heard Yixing was there. With you.\u201d

There\u2019s something in Joonmyun\u2019s eyes that resemble amusement, but Joonmyun rarely amuses so Chanyeol is confused. He squints at the elder and scratches his neck.

\u201cUm. Yeah, we were there. Talking. Very far from the woods.\u201d he assures. \u201cListen, I gotta roll.\u201d

\u201cWell, isn\u2019t that delightful?\u201d

Like a deja-vu, the voice comes from nowhere and floods Chanyeol\u2019s mind. He watches Joonmyun\u2019s eyes shift to a point behind him and slowly turns around to face Zhang Yixing himself, dressed in a purple button-down shirt and cotton pants. What the hell is he doing in the department of Auctions?

\u201cDidn\u2019t think I\u2019d be seeing you so soon,\u201d Yixing says, a palm coming to comfortably press against Chanyeol\u2019s chest. \u201care you following me, Mr. Park?\u201d

Gently removing Yixing\u2019s hand, Chanyeol clears his throat. \u201cIt\u2019s you who has no business being here.\u201d

\u201cAw,\u201d Yixing pouts, eyeing Chanyeol from head to toe before biting on his lower lip. \u201cYou know that being rude to me doesn\u2019t shake me off. Especially when you look like this.\u201d

Chanyeol looks down to his own muddied clothes and dirty shoes from a whole day of scavenging. He coughs and eyes the healer, \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m here for Joonmyun, you know, my friend,\u201d he leisurely points a finger towards the officer, who simply waves a hand. \u201cbut that can easily change.\u201d

Yixing smiles at Chanyeol like he expects something. Clearly back in his game. The weird part is that Yixing\u2019s flirting doesn\u2019t bother him how it usually does, and weirder than that is that Chanyeol doesn\u2019t think of it as something strange to happen. Snorting, he folds his arms on his chest and stares down at the healer. He knows he doesn't look intimidating, but maybe it will send a message.

\u201cAs much as I'd love to watch you glare at me the whole night, Joonmyun and I have plans.\" Yixing announces after checking him out one last time. \"But I could stop by your place when we're done.\"

Joonmyun snorts and Yixing just chuckles. Chanyeol, on the other hand, sighs, \"I need to go,\" and walks away from the duo before any of them could say another word.



He's not really expecting Yixing to stop by his place. Chanyeol is ready to climb into his sleeping clothes and read something when someone knocks at his door. He could have expected a priest to have knocked, but not Yixing in the same clothes he was earlier today.

\"Hey there, sexy.\" Yixing leans against Chanyeol's door frame, fingers loosely picking on the buttons of his purple shirt.

Chanyeol blinks. \"Are you lost?\"

Naturally Yixing welcomes himself, pushing past Chanyeol and into his small house. Yixing's been there before, but they weren't alone and Chanyeol knows by experience that being alone with Yixing can lead to... Situations.

\"Is that new?\" The healer points at the armchair and flops on the couch. \"Wow, I've missed this place.\"

\"What are you doing here?\" Chanyeol surprises.

\"Relax, I'm not here to molest you.\" toeing his shoes off, Yixing crosses his legs under his body.

\"Why are you here, then?\"

\"Didn\u2019t I say I would come? You didn\u2019t tell me not to, so I just assumed it would be ok.\u201d he shrugs, facing Chanyeol innocently. \u201cBesides, we had a nice time at Sehun's party and I liked talking to you.\"

For the a moment, there\u2019s a flash of sincerity in Yixing\u2019s face. That<\/i> can\u2019t be denied. Sehun\u2019s party was the first time Chanyeol actually talked to Yixing without constantly watching out for inappropriate touches or examinations<\/i>. He was light and carefree. It was nice. Maybe it\u2019s ok to allow himself to sit with Yixing like that again.

\u201cHow was your day?\u201d Yixing offers.

Sighing, he meets the healer\u2019s eyes. \u201cTough. We found a boar in the woods. It tried to kill Kris.\u201d

The healer snorts a laugh, grinning widely. \u201cI thought boars were extinct.\u201d

Chanyeol hums, taking a seat at the armchair. \u201cI thought Kris wouldn\u2019t scream like a little girl, but what do we know?\u201d

\u201cWe used to hook up,\u201d Yixing reveals after a while, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed in thought. Chanyeol\u2019s eyes widen slightly. \u201cKris and I.\u201d

\u201cOh?\u201d

\u201cWhen we were taking the seminar. He wanted to move into something serious and I just wasn\u2019t ready for it.\u201d

Chanyeol swallows, blinking down at his hands while his brain processes the information. Yixing and Kris. Not something that he would have considered on his own, but again, he doesn\u2019t know much about Yixing and Kris tries very hard to be mysterious. However, as memories return to him, Chanyeol makes sense of all the comments and questions Kris would throw his way whenever he caught sight of Chanyeol and Yixing hanging with the same group. He should have known.

\u201cAre you surprised?\u201d the healer calls his attention and he looks up, shaking off with a smile.

\u201cNo, I just hadn\u2019t considered this before,\u201d he shrugs, trying his best to sound nonchalant. It\u2019s unpredictably hard. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t think of the two of you as a match.\u201d

Yixing arches his eyebrows, face slowly falling into mischief. \u201cWould the two of us make a better match, then?\u201d

Snorting, Chanyeol thinks of brushing the question aside, but his mind is already working on the idea. Of course, they would make a better match. It\u2019s strange since he spent the whole time they\u2019ve known each other running away from Yixing, but he\u2019s been thinking\u2026 Differently. Yixing is not a bad person. Flirtatious, perhaps nosy and snarky. But not bad. He\u2019s pleasant when he wants to be.

\u201cMaybe.\u201d he answers.

Yixing clearly wasn\u2019t expecting that answer. His eyebrows shoot up and his lips part, a look of incredulity lighting his features. \u201cUm,\u201d he hums. \u201cAre you sure? I mean\u2026 I was doing\u2026 That thing that I do and you hate.\u201d

\u201cWhat, hitting on me?\u201d Chanyeol crosses his arms on his chest. \u201cI don\u2019t know, Yixing. Maybe it\u2019s time for two to play this game.\u201d

Yixing eyes him as if he\u2019s crazy, \u201cAre you serious?\u201d

\u201cDead serious.\u201d

\u201cSo you\u2019re saying you\u2019re gonna flirt with me?\u201d

\u201cNo, I\u2019m saying I\u2019m gonna deal<\/i> with you.\u201d Chanyeol shrugs, standing up and moving towards the kitchen. He thinks there\u2019s coffee here somewhere\u2026

Yixing follows him, \u201cBy dealing with me you mean putting use to a fierce personality no one knew about?\u201d

Narrowing his eyes at the other, Chanyeol says, \u201cI\u2019m a Fire Carrier. I\u2019ve always been fierce.\u201d

\u201cNot when I touch you, you haven\u2019t.\u201d Yixing smirks, leaning onto Chanyeol\u2019s fridge and watching him heat water for the coffee.

\u201cThat\u2019s because you touch me with bad intentions.\u201d

\u201cAnd you\u2019re saying you\u2019re going to deal with that,\u201d he takes a few steps on Chanyeol\u2019s direction, stopping when he\u2019s only a few inches from reach. \u201cI\u2019m looking forward to how you\u2019re doing it.\u201d

It\u2019s natural that whenever Yixing gets too close, Chanyeol puts some space between them. Yixing is now running his index finger up and down on his chest and that would be Chanyeol\u2019s cue to move away. He remains rooted to the ground.

The healer huffs in annoyance, arms dropping to his sides, \u201cIt\u2019s not fun if you\u2019re not gonna fight me.\u201d

Chanyeol chuckles, pouring coffee in a cup and handing it to Yixing, who grabs it, pouts, and walks back to the couch. That\u2019s not the usual exchange between them. What usually happens is: Yixing flirts, Chanyeol scoffs at him and both of them move on with their lives, but this. This whole thing is different. Yixing showed up at his door unexpectedly and Chanyeol could have sent him away. Chanyeol could have made up some weird excuse about having to do chores and not being able to hang out (which is even weirder, because they definitely don\u2019t hang out by themselves) -- most importantly, he could have fought off the finger running up his chest but he didn\u2019t, and what bugs him the most is that he really didn\u2019t want to.

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The elders often tell stories about light in the cities. Before all the war and conflict, there was so much light that the world would sparkle at night. You could actually see it from space. Some cities would come to life at night - bars and parties and concerts and people coming together and celebrating. It hasn\u2019t been like that for years and years, but people can\u2019t be denied their right to party. Friday nights are \u2018booze nights\u2019 in the village Chanyeol lives. It isn\u2019t as bright as the pictures they see from before, but they can dance, drink and have as much fun as it\u2019s possible.

Tonight, Jongdae is embarrassing himself again. The Lightning Carrier is putting up a show in the dance floor of Taeyeon\u2019s Hut after drinking several rounds of beer. Chanyeol almost feels bad for him, but then remembers the episode with the hoverboard.

\u201cPeople are making room for him,\u201d Baekhyun mentions, disgust all over his face. \u201chis pants are dragging down, I can see his butt--\u201d

\u201cShould we stop him?\u201d Sehun asks.

\u201cAre you kidding me? This is payback. Let him be.\u201d Chanyeol gulps his beer down and gestures for the waiter to bring another. \u201cMovement is weak today.\u201d

\u201cMovement of interesting people is weak,\u201d Baekhyun points out while looking around. \u201cIs that Yixing?\u201d

Chanyeol\u2019s head jerks up and he inspects the perimeter, eyes attentive to the familiar mop of brown hair or any other indication that Zhang Yixing could really be around. \u201cWhere?\u201d

\u201cThere. Chatting with that guy.\u201d

Oh. Yeah. That is definitely Zhang Yixing, but he\u2019s not just chatting with that guy.

\u201cBy chatting you mean swallowing his whole face?\u201d Sehun squints. \u201cWow, that\u2019s a lot of tongue.\u201d

\u201cThey escalated really quickly,\u201d Baekhyun hums, tapping his chin. \u201cI knew Yixing was a hunter, but that one is not impressive.\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s a 5.\u201d

\u201cTops. You remember that Ice Carrier he dated for a while?\u201d

\u201cOoooohhhh that man was a 10+\u201d

Chanyeol tunes his friends out to focus on Yixing and his companion. It\u2019s none of his business to be honest and he shouldn\u2019t be watching<\/i>, but the truth is he doesn\u2019t like what he\u2019s seeing.

\u201cChanyeol?\u201d Baekhyun\u2019s voice brings him back to his friends. \u201cWhat\u2019s with your face?\u201d

Before he even registers what he\u2019s doing, Chanyeol is walking up to the two of them, folding his arms on his chest and waiting to be noticed. The man sees him first, frowning at him and parting from Yixing.

\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d he asks.

Ignoring him, Chanyeol turns to Yixing, who\u2019s looking at him in sheer surprise, eyebrows arched and mouth slowly curling in a knowing smile.

\u201cHey there,\u201d he says.

\u201cNeed to talk to you,\u201d Chanyeol says, hoping that it will be enough.The man is almost saying something - probably refusing Chanyeol\u2019s request -, but Yixing is quicker, showing the man his palm. Quite rude if Chanyeol were to be considerate about it but he\u2019s not really, and he couldn\u2019t care less about this fucker.

Yixing\u2019s eyes never leave him as he tells the man, \u201cExcuse me, I have to attend this,\u201d and without looking back, he allows to be dragged away. The man looks positively baffled as Chanyeol pulls Yixing across the dancefloor, past his friends\u2019 table, and out of the hut.

They\u2019re the only ones there, the outside of Taeyeon's Hut is dimly lit, a single light bulb brightening the place, but it\u2019s enough. Yixing eyes him with the usual amusement.

\u201cSo. Can you tell me what was that about?\u201d he asks.

Chanyeol doesn\u2019t have an answer. He just frowns, blinking down at the healer. Strange. Everything has been strange regarding Yixing for a while. Ever since Sehun\u2019s party to be exact. What would trigger this kind of reaction? Chanyeol knows he\u2019s been dealing with the healer differently, but this? Dragging him out of someone else\u2019s arms? This seems like jealousy.

Just like he\u2019s following Chanyeol\u2019s thoughts, Yixing pinches the sleeve of his shirt. \u201cDo you wanna go for a walk?\u201d And before he even gets an answer, he\u2019s pulling Chanyeol with him. Taeyeon\u2019s Hut is at the outskirts of the village, so they follow the path back, a few people going the same direction and a few coming the opposite.

\u201cWho was that guy?\u201d Chanyeol can\u2019t help asking.

Yixing shrugs, burying his hands into his pockets. \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d

\u201cYou just kiss people you don\u2019t know?\u201d

\u201cWhen the ones that I want keep rejecting me, yes, I do.\u201d he gives Chanyeol a small smile, quickly looking ahead. \u201cI\u2019m the kind of person who likes human contact. The kind of contact you can\u2019t get from your family or friends.\u201d

Kicking a small rock on his way, Chanyeol huffs. \u201cAnd you can get it from that guy?\u201d

Yixing suddenly stops, turning to face the other with an inquisitive glint in his eyes. \u201cAre you jealous?\u201d

Yes<\/i>, is at the tip of Chanyeol\u2019s tongue, but he\u2019s fearful of this answer. It\u2019s like giving it to Yixing would solidify the cloud of smoky thoughts he\u2019s been having regarding the healer lately. He can\u2019t pretend he hasn\u2019t been thinking about Yixing. About how good it felt to pull his guard down and finally letting him come closer.

The other speaks, interrupting Chanyeol\u2019s musing. \u201cYou know, I\u2019ve been going after you since we\u2019ve met and you always turn me down. Sometimes I think I get some signals that you might want, but they\u2019re gone the moment after. Make up your mind, Chanyeol.\u201d

Yixing looks up at him, his expectant eyes searching Chanyeol\u2019s for something more. It\u2019s like a snap. There\u2019s no reason left to deny himself what he\u2019s been wanting for a while a now. He wants Yixing.

Chanyeol nods just the slightest, more to himself, and smiles. \u201cDo you wanna come to my place?\u201d



In his most secret deviations, Chanyeol\u2019s always thought that making out with Yixing would be frantic, quick and desperate. He would never have imagined the soft pink coloring the healer\u2019s cheeks, the timid tug of his lips whenever the tips of Chanyeol\u2019s fingers slide from his shoulder to his wrist. He wouldn\u2019t have accounted for how soft his skin feels, how warm.

Gently holding the healer\u2019s wrist, Chanyeol soothes his thumb over it, lifting his eyes to meet with Yixing\u2019s curious ones. They\u2019re too close now, Chanyeol can see all the shadows in and around Yixing\u2019s dimple. Out of instinct, he lifts his hand to the other\u2019s face, brushing a finger on his cheek.

\u201cI feel like I need to warn you...\u201d Yixing whispers, eyes shifting between Chanyeol\u2019s mouth and eyes. It\u2019s pleasant. Somehow, he feels like he\u2019s gotten past all the playful part, and the prospect he gets isn\u2019t bad at all. Chanyeol wants<\/i> this. \u201cOnce you start this there\u2019s no turning back.\u201d

\u201cOh yeah?\u201d His hand brushes past Yixing\u2019s throat and onto his nape. The healer shudders; Chanyeol can\u2019t contain the smile. He likes this. It\u2019s like he managed to strip Yixing down to a vulnerable point and he likes it.

\u201cDon\u2019t tease me.\u201d Yixing licks his lips, letting them fall slightly open.

\u201cOr what?\u201d

It happens faster than Chanyeol could predict. Suddenly, he gets a lap full of Yixing, the healer\u2019s hands cradling his face as his mouth finds Chanyeol\u2019s jaw. It sends a shudder down his spine. Circling Yixing\u2019s waist with one arm to hold him in place, Chanyeol buries a hand into his hair, pulling him back so their eyes can meet.

\u201cYou\u2019re so freaking warm,\u201d Yixing says, bringing his lips down to Chanyeol\u2019s -- just a quick press, but enough to let him taste sweet. Humming, Chanyeol ceases the distance between them and Yixing greets him with an open mouth. The kiss starts fast, almost desperate, but eventually it falls into a comfortable rhythm. Chanyeol runs his hands over Yixing\u2019s thighs before settling on his hips, and as the healer presses wet, tingling kisses down his neck, he wonders why the fuck he didn\u2019t give in sooner.

Chanyeol\u2019s hands slide back to Yixing\u2019s ass, lifting him just the bit that would bring them impossibly closer. Yixing stands on his knees, hands threading into Chanyeol\u2019s hair and tilting his head up. It\u2019s a regular thing for a Fire Carrier to be warm, but as Yixing licks at Chanyeol\u2019s lips, his thumb coming to brush the sides of his mouth, he thinks he\u2019s never been hotter. And it\u2019s all because of Yixing.

He tightens his arms around the healer\u2019s waist, earning a yelp when Yixing surges forward, giggling against Chanyeol\u2019s mouth. With hands on the Fire Carrier\u2019s shoulders, Yixing seats himself back on Chanyeol\u2019s lap, parting from him and studying him with glowing eyes as his two hands caress Chanyeol\u2019s neck. There\u2019s affection in the way Yixing looks at him, and it makes him wonder if this is what was buried beneath all those layers of flirtation and friskiness.

\u201cDo you really want this, Chanyeol?\u201d the healer asks him, fingers drawing soothing patterns on Chanyeol\u2019s skin.

Taking a deep breath, Chanyeol runs his hands over Yixing\u2019s thighs before wrapping them around his wrists, bringing one of the other\u2019s palms to his lips, then the other. Yixing tries to bite back a smile, but it escapes anyway. It\u2019s the most beautiful he\u2019s ever seen the healer, bare and blunt, unable to cover his primal instincts.

\u201cI really want this.\u201d he answers.



An hour (or two, he\u2019s not sure) later Chanyeol\u2019s coffee pot is empty and Yixing has work in the morning, but it feels good to lie next to him, their noses brushing and lips meeting like two ends of a magnet. They moved to the bed because making out in the couch was certainly leading them to an all-nighter and the bed could compel them into falling asleep. It\u2019s not working so far. Chanyeol has an arm loosely draped over Yixing\u2019s waist and the healer\u2019s hand caresses his neck and it\u2019s so comfy<\/i>.

\u201cWeren\u2019t we supposed to be sleeping?\u201d Yixing asks between soft kisses.

\u201cWe drank a whole coffee pot, I don\u2019t think we\u2019re sleeping anytime soon.\u201d Chanyeol chuckles.

Yixing hums, hands easily finding their way under Chanyeol\u2019s shirt. \u201cCan I ask you a question?\u201d

\u201cYeah,\u201d he answers on automatic, but Chanyeol doesn\u2019t really want them to start talking. Kissing is way better.

\u201cWhy now?\u201d Yixing moves slightly away, just so he\u2019s out of the reach of Chanyeol\u2019s eager mouth. \u201cI\u2019ve been trying to get into your pants since we met. Sometimes you would even leave if I was near.\u201d

This time, the answer doesn\u2019t stop at the tip of his tongue. \u201cI guess I saw more than a hookup.\u201d

Mouth jerking open in mock surprise, Yixing stares at him. \u201cWas I just a hookup?\u201d he playfully shoves Chanyeol away. \u201cI\u2019m hurt.\u201d

\u201cShut up, you know what I mean.\u201d he pulls Yixing into him, mouth finding its way to the other\u2019s neck and jaw. \u201cIt took me a while, but I saw something I liked.\u201d

\u201cAnd what was that?\u201d

\u201cYou.\u201d

Silence. Yixing moves away to meet his eyes with a frown. Suddenly, the both of them burst in laughter.

\u201cThat was awful.\u201d

\u201cSo cheesy.\u201d

They spent an hour lying together without feeling the need to pull each other\u2019s clothes off. Yixing revealed himself to be a great cuddler. Surprising for someone who would constantly drop comments about one<\/i>\u2019s crotch or his arms, or even how sexy one<\/i> looks in his scavenger clothes. It\u2019s not like Chanyeol minds, though. Right here, with Yixing in his arms, he feels peculiarly and remarkably at home."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:18189","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/18189.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=18189"}}],"title":"No place to be afraid of","published":"2015-08-27T18:41:23Z","updated":"2015-08-27T18:43:27Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"chankai"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"r: pg-13"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> No place to be afraid of
Pairing:<\/b> chanyeol\/kai
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Length:<\/b> 2,195 words
Summary:<\/b> It\u2019s almost like Jongin could tell that Chanyeol was falling out of his grasp, so he made his move to ensure that nothing would change and Chanyeol would remain stupidly and ridiculously in love with him.
Warnings:<\/b> too much lip biting.
A\/N:<\/b> idk exactly how this started, but maybe it has something to do with chanyeol's full lips navigating through tlist and i couldn't stop myself. jongin just had<\/i> to bite 'em. btw i betaed this myself using my endless list of grammar apps lol


They\u2019re at Sehun\u2019s apartment when Jongin bites him. It\u2019s not a regular bite, the kind with too many teeth and a lot of pain, no, Jongin bites him in another way.

Everyone is way too focused on the UFC match being broadcasted while Chanyeol checks his e-mails on his phone. He\u2019s so immersed reading this useless message with cat videos from his sister that he doesn\u2019t even feel the couch dip with Jongin\u2019s weight when he settles near, kneeling. It\u2019s only when Jongin asks what he\u2019s doing that Chanyeol looks up. He startles when his eyes meet Jongin\u2019s; his stomach tightening at how close they are. There\u2019s plenty of space on the couch; if Jongin planted himself this close it\u2019s because of intentions<\/i>, and Chanyeol knows he has intentions.

It was a few weeks ago that he first noticed the way Jongin\u2019s been looking at him. He\u2019s mistaken it for sheer appreciation for the preference Chanyeol\u2019s always shown for him among their friends, but slowly, he could distinguish the glint in Jongin\u2019s eyes and the way his gaze would always shift to Chanyeol\u2019s mouth. It\u2019s not a bad thing, to be honest. There was a time Chanyeol would give up anything to be with him, and more than once he\u2019d voiced his feelings. Jongin would always reject him, shrug him off. With time, Chanyeol took an interest in other people, and it\u2019s been a couple of months since he last thought about Jongin romantically. And now here he is, peeking down at Chanyeol\u2019s phone, his fluffy brown hair brushing on Chanyeol\u2019s forehead and breath from the orange soda he had earlier fanning his face.

\u201cCat video e-mail? I thought people had stopped sending those,\u201d he says, finger dragging on the screen of Chanyeol\u2019s phone to scroll down the message.

\u201cMy sister\u2019s old habits die hard,\u201d Chanyeol answers, backing the slightest away from Jongin, who hums at his reply and looks up at him.

\u201cAre you ok, Hyung?\u201d

\u201cOh, yeah. I\u2019m fine,\u201d clearing his throat, Chanyeol looks back at his phone, trying to control his breathing and hoping that Jongin will move away from him. He doesn\u2019t. In fact, Jongin remains right where he is, kneeling on the couch, his leg touching Chanyeol\u2019s thigh and worse: silent.

Chanyeol feels like he\u2019s biding his time, surrounding him before dropping something, and it\u2019s nerve-wracking. The screen of his phone went back to black and he didn\u2019t even notice.

\u201cHyung,\u201d Jongin whispers, his voice sounding hesitant and strained. Chanyeol dares to look up at him and regrets it deeply. His insides drop with the fire in Jongin\u2019s eyes, the way his lips glisten and sparkle and how plush and soft they look. \u201cYou said I am your favorite\u2026\u201d

\u201cMm?\u201d Chanyeol struggles to focus on his words. The sounds of the rest of their friends screaming at the fighters wrestling on TV make him wonder why the fuck they\u2019re so into this goddamn fight and ignoring what\u2019s happening a few feet behind them? Chanyeol needs the help for fuck\u2019s sake. \u201cYes, you\u2019re my favorite.\u201d

\u201cThere\u2019s something I wanna do, hyung\u2026\u201d

That sounds dangerous, Chanyeol\u2019s brain advises. Get the fuck out of this place, his brain screams. \u201cJ-Jongin, wait\u2026\u201d

But it\u2019s too late. Jongin\u2019s knee is already between his legs and his fingers are timidly pinching at Chanyeol\u2019s t-shirt like he wants to pull Chanyeol into him. It takes more than he\u2019s ready to give not to hold Jongin\u2019s waist -- and he knows that if he does, he\u2019ll be in too deep and there won\u2019t be a way back. It was already too damn hard to get over him, the least Chanyeol deserves is some fucking peace. Jongin doesn\u2019t wanna give him peace, apparently. Next thing, he\u2019s discreetly worming his fingers up to Chanyeol\u2019s neck, poking his chin up. He\u2019s too hot like this, looking down at Chanyeol like he\u2019s so hungry he can\u2019t wait another minute.

\u201cPlease don\u2019t be mad at me,\u201d it\u2019s what he says before surging forward and capturing Chanyeol\u2019s lower lip between his teeth. It\u2019s gentle, but it lights something inside him. Something he worked hard to lock down. A shiver runs throughout his body and Chanyeol can\u2019t refrain his hands from grasping at Jongin\u2019s waist. At this point he\u2019s almost on Chanyeol\u2019s lap, his knee dangerously close to his crotch as his teeth continuously tug and pull at Chanyeol\u2019s lower one. Hands sliding up to Jongin\u2019s back, Chanyeol brings him closer, letting his hands drop to the back of Jongin\u2019s thighs the moment later, easily lifting his leg and adjusting it to the other side of his body. It\u2019s sudden and it causes Jongin to fall back on his lap, but there\u2019s no downside, Chanyeol keeps his hold on him and Jongin keeps nipping at his lips, sucking and licking every now and then. Chanyeol just lets him play, trusting that his hands will show enough response to encourage Jongin, because he can\u2019t stop now<\/i>.

He\u2019s glad for his ogre friends making loud noises at the TV and essentially muffling Jongin\u2019s soft whimpers. It messes with him in such a way that Chanyeol can\u2019t stop his hands from dragging Jongin even closer on his lap before traveling all the way up to his nape. He just sits there and lets Jongin bite and suck his mouth at his own accord, but there\u2019s so much Chanyeol can take and he needs to take control<\/i>.

Jongin makes this adorable sound when Chanyeol\u2019s tongue invades his mouth unceremoniously, searching and lapping at his with the same hunger shown to him previously. It\u2019s maddening. Chanyeol can feel<\/i> Jongin shiver as if he\u2019s shivering himself; he can taste the orange soda as if he\u2019d stolen a sip. The kiss is so messy that saliva quickly pools on the sides of his mouth. Chanyeol parts briefly just to settle at a lower pace, brushing and catching Jongin\u2019s lips with his own, wiping the spit off the sides of his mouth. That\u2019s when the kiss turns into something languid, sluggish. Chanyeol wants to put his hands up Jongin\u2019s shirt, but as much as it feels like it, they\u2019re not alone, so he relishes in the way Jongin\u2019s mouth feels against his, how wet and tasty his kiss is, and how much he wants this.

It\u2019s almost like Jongin could tell that Chanyeol was falling out of his grasp, so he made his move to ensure that nothing would change and Chanyeol would remain stupidly and ridiculously in love with him. It\u2019s like\u2026 He\u2019s showing<\/i> him that he holds the power. And Chanyeol won\u2019t disagree. He will question, though, but not now.

Now he\u2019ll let Jongin give his mouth a few licks before claiming it again, soft, wet, slow, desperate. The way he kisses gives Chanyeol room to wonder if he\u2019s ever wanted this before; if he\u2019s been rejecting him all along with a tight heart. But why?

It\u2019s Jongin who stops the kiss, pressing one last peck on Chanyeol\u2019s lips before separating them. His eyes are dopey and sleepy when he faces Chanyeol, both hands cupping each side of his face. It\u2019s so affectionate, his eyes pour so much emotion into Chanyeol\u2019s that it really seems like he\u2019s been wanting this all along.

\u201cWell,\u201d he pants, expectant. Chanyeol\u2019s fingers tighten around his waist.

\u201cWell.\u201d

Doubt flashes across his eyes for a second, then he\u2019s deflating, sitting back on Chanyeol\u2019s legs, hands falling from his face to rest on his lap. \u201cI\u2019m sorry hyung.\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s ok, Jongin,\u201d Chanyeol forces himself to say. This is not everything. He wants to ask a few things and point out others, but Jongin is looking at him as if he\u2019s been caught red-handed.

He mutters apologies while climbing off Chanyeol and sitting awkwardly next to him. It\u2019s ironic that Baekhyun chooses that particular moment to turn around and inspect the both of them suspiciously

\u201cYou\u2019ve been too quiet.\u201d he states, squinting.

Chanyeol snorts a laugh, running both hands through his hair and back down his face. How is he supposed to deal with this, now? The love interest he\u2019s pursued for a long time just kissed the breath out of his lungs -- the same person who repeatedly rejected him (for no apparent reason, it\u2019s worth mentioning). Perhaps the fact that Jongin never told Chanyeol why he was rejecting him indicates that deep down he didn\u2019t want to do it. It doesn\u2019t make sense, though. Why say no, then?

The moment Baekhyun turns back to the TV, Chanyeol looks down at Jongin\u2019s form sinking on the couch.

\u201cCan we talk in the kitchen?\u201d he asks.

Jongin looks kinda frightened when he nods, but follows Chanyeol without uttering a single word. In the kitchen Chanyeol pokes around for a while, grabs a few cups that were left to dry in the sink and smells some tea bags that lie on the counter. He can feel Jongin\u2019s eyes boring holes into him, his heavy breathing an indication of how nervous he is about what Chanyeol wants to say. That\u2019s how Jongin\u2019s been acting around him for a while and it makes no sense at all.

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d he finally asks, folded arms on his chest and knitted eyebrows.

Jongin blinks, parting his lips as if he doesn\u2019t know how to answer. His whole face is flushed and it\u2019s so lovely<\/i> Chanyeol wants to hug him, soothe him. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d

\u201cYou know what I mean. You just,\u201d peeking at the living room to check if his friends are still watching TV, Chanyeol lowers his voice, \u201cyou just kissed me. In Sehun\u2019s living room while everyone else was there.\u201d

\u201cNo one saw it.\u201d he\u2019s eager to answer.

\u201cThat doesn\u2019t change anything.\u201d Chanyeol can hear Jongin\u2019s sharp intake of breath when he takes one step closer. \u201cWhy did you kiss me?\u201d

Jongin seems to think about his answer, eyes getting lost for a moment before he refocuses on Chanyeol with a new glint in them. \u201cBecause I wanted to.\u201d

The words send a shiver down Chanyeol\u2019s spine; he tries to blink it away. He\u2019s about to open his mouth and ask what the fuck Jongin is trying to do, but the younger beats him to it.

\u201cAnd I would do it again,\u201d his voice is trembly. Jongin inhales and takes a step, pinching Chanyeol\u2019s shirt in that timid way he did earlier and it\u2019s like he\u2019s trying to keep a hold, staking his claim. \u201cHyung, I know you have a date tomorrow with that friend of Baekhyun. Heechul or something,\u201d he bites his lower lip, \u201cdon\u2019t go.\u201d

So many times Chanyeol dreamed of this moment. So many times he wished Jongin would come say those words. Don\u2019t go.<\/i> It all feels like one of those dreams. \u201cWhat changed?\u201d he asks the one in front of him.

Jongin shakes his head gently, his soft hair barely moving. \u201cI thought I wasn\u2019t ready. It\u2019s not that I didn\u2019t want\u2026 I just thought\u2026 I wasn\u2019t ready.\u201d

\u201cAnd you\u2019re ready now?\u201d

\u201cI have to be,\u201d he presses his palms on Chanyeol\u2019s chest, fingers threatening to grasp the fabric of his shirt. It\u2019s all so meaningful. Jongin touches him as it he\u2019s afraid that Chanyeol slips away. \u201cI don\u2019t want you dating other people, hyung. I want you to date me.\u201d

The weight that Chanyeol had no idea had been sitting on his shoulders suddenly lift, and he lets out a chuckle, his heart impossibly warm. Hands moving on their own, his fingers brush Jongin\u2019s hair back, relishing the way the younger\u2019s eyes flutter at the touch, his lips tugging in the sweetest of the smiles.

\u201cYou silly boy,\u201d Chanyeol says moments before leaning forward to press a kiss on the side of Jongin\u2019s mouth. Just because he wants to (and because now<\/i> he knows he can). Jongin\u2019s arms circle his waist and Chanyeol lets him burrow in. He\u2019s always found fascinating how perfectly Jongin fits in his arms. It\u2019s like he was made to be there. He probably was.

It\u2019s Jongin who brings their lips together (again) with his hands around Chanyeol\u2019s nape, thumbs caressing the sides as they take their time kissing.

The don\u2019t bother moving when the sound of steps approaches the kitchen.

\u201cI KNEW IT!\u201d Baekhyun screeches. It manages to separate them, but Chanyeol keeps an arm around Jongin\u2019s waist.

Sehun frowns at their friend, \u201cThey were kissing on the couch just now. You didn\u2019t see it?\u201d

Chanyeol hears Jongin mutter \u2018oh my god\u2019 and smiles, bringing him closer.

\u201cKissing?\u201d Yixing enters, adjusting his pants. \u201cOn the couch?\u201d

Luhan and Minseok come after, Luhan grabbing his phone. \u201cI have to text Jongdae, he owes me fifty bucks.\u201d

Sehun sighs at them, \u201cIf you think you were being discreet, you weren\u2019t. Jongin was moaning, so\u2026\u201d

\u201cUgh\u2026\u201d Jongin buries his face on Chanyeol\u2019s chest and it\u2019s so warm, so good.

\u201cJonginnie I\u2019m shocked,\u201d Baekhyun says. \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t swing so low.\u201d

Chanyeol decides to tune them off when Luhan answers with a vicious \u2018at least he\u2019s getting some\u2019 and Baekhyun makes a grab for him. He looks down at Jongin and suggests \u201cLet\u2019s get out of here.\u201d



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The sound of the front door slamming closed is the first sign that Baekhyun is there. The second is the dip in the mattress when he climbs and crawls closer to where Yixing is sitting by the bedside table removing his watch and tie. The third -- and the irrevocable one -- is the weight of Baekhyun’s hands on Yixing, his pretty, skinny fingers kneading Yixing’s shoulders and rubbing his neck. It’s so relaxing that once Yixing closes his eyes, he finds it very hard to force them open. It’s Baekhyun’s voice that wakes him.

“Though day?” he asks, mouth close to Yixing’s ear. He gets a whiff of Baekhyun -- vanilla and almonds. He came to learn that it’s Baekhyun’s body lotion (or is it his hand cream? Yixing can’t remember), but to him it’s just his scent.

“Though life,” Yixing answers, inhaling as Baekhyun’s hands rub on his back. “How do you get to smell so good after a whole day in the hospital?”

The other snorts, fingers pressing on the sides of Yixing’s neck. “It’s my natural perfume.”

Yixing hums in agreement before lifting his hand to lightly hold Baekhyun’s, halting the latter’s ministrations. “Thanks for coming.”

“That’s what friends are for,” Baekhyun answers weakly after a few seconds of silence.

Looking over his shoulder Yixing manages to catch a glimpse of the other man still in his light blue scrubs, greasy, shiny hair falling over his eyes. There’s something wicked about Baekhyun never looking as tired as he really is or smelling as dirty as he really is after<\/i> on-call duties.

“I’d like to think of us as associates.”

“Associates?” Baekhyun ponders, resting his chin on Yixing’s shoulder. “Not friends, then?”

“With association comes friendship.”

Sighing, he moves away and resumes kneading on Yixing's shoulders.

“Can I take a quick shower? I probably look like a zombie,” he requests. He doesn’t, but Yixing decides not to voice his thoughts.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Yixing stands up when he listens to the bathroom door closing, tossing his tie into the closet. He unbuttons his shirt, discarding the piece of clothing somewhere on the floor before kicking his shoes off at one corner of the bedroom; the pants go right after (underwear altogether). Yixing returns to the bed, back leaning on the headboard and phone in hands to check his messages while he waits for Baekhyun. Luhan sent him some selfies (?) and Kyungsoo updated him on their last deal. Yixing will have to remember checking that out properly when he arrives at the office tomorrow. He’s finishing a reply to Kyungsoo when Baekhyun walks in; the phone is immediately forgotten on the bedside table. Running a hand through his wet hair, Baekhyun approaches the bed, eyes fixed on Yixing’s. And it’s with his eyes fixed on Yixing’s that he moves his shoulders, letting the robe he’s wearing (Yixing’s robe) fall to the ground. Slowly crawling towards Yixing, Baekhyun licks the sides of his mouth (it’s a sort of habit, Yixing’s coming to learn) and wastes no time, hooking a hand around Yixing’s neck to pull him as he falls back on the mattress.

They dance around each other with eyes, touches, mouths. Baekhyun likes to touch, hands roaming Yixing’s neck and face, fingers threading in his hair, lining his eyebrows; lips stretching in a smile when Yixing frowns. His heart has a tendency to pound in his chest whenever Baekhyun smiles like that, wide open and bare for him to see.

Carefully leaning over Baekhyun, Yixing props himself on his elbows, one at each side of Baekhyun’s head. They come face to face, Baekhyun’s breath fanning over Yixing’s mouth as his hand brushes a few hair strands away from his forehead.

Kissing Baekhyun is like closing his eyes at a hilltop and feeling the breeze, calming and blithe. His mouth molds against Yixing’s, lips parting and tongue licking. It’s weird how soothing it can be -- kissing Baekhyun --, sometimes it feels like fuel; like his warm, slick lips give Yixing all the energy he needs. He wonders if Baekhyun feels the same.

When Yixing moves away to grab lube and condoms in the bedside table drawer, Baekhyun whines and pouts trying to pull him back. He smiles at the man lying on his bed, breath hitching when Baekhyun returns the smile with bright eyes and teeth catching his bottom lip mirthfully. Yixing could write an essay on Baekhyun’s smile and everything that revolves around it.

Minding to be quick about it, he coats two fingers with lube, shooting Baekhyun with a significant gaze. The other swallows, licking the sides of his lips as he watches Yixing’s fingers getting closer to his entrance. He teases at first, kissing Baekhyun’s V line and fondling with his balls before depositing the lube on his ass. Yixing pushes his fingers inside of Baekhyun’s warmth, swirling them and nudging further. Baekhyun squirms, hands gripping the sheets as he gapes down at Yixing.

Whereas Yixing’s name starts rolling off Baekhyun’s tongue along with moans and pants, he knows he’s supposed to go faster. There aren’t many things in this world that Baekhyun can’t get him to do, so Yixing obeys.

His fingers stretch, reaching a specific spot that makes Baekhyun whine very long and loud. He keeps hitting the prostate, licking his lips as Baekhyun’s cock twitches, one humble bead of precome decorating the tip. He’d like to suck it, maybe kiss it, but Yixing’s own dick is painfully hard and in need of care, so he wraps his fingers around the shaft, groaning in satisfaction when that familiar feeling explodes inside him, making him restless and anxious. Yixing strokes faster, closing his eyes as an additional pair of hands join his. Baekhyun’s pretty fingers make circle motions on the tip of his cock and Yixing has to grit his teeth to avoid biting his bottom lip with too much force. Gently, Baekhyun’s hands settle on top of Yixing’s, guiding the treatment, moving them up and down and making his stomach tingle. It leaves him anxious, but it’s so good<\/i>.

Suddenly, Baekhyun’s hands yank Yixing’s from his own cock and when Yixing peeks through his lashes, he catches sight of the other man ripping the condom package with his teeth. Leaning back to give him easier access, Yixing observes Baekhyun cover his dick and give him a few extra pumps (for good luck, he always says).

They stay too close to each other -- chest on chest, mouth on mouth -- as Yixing enters him. That aroma, the body lotion fragrance that seems to have embedded itself to Baekhyun’s skin is there, sweet and urgent, fogging Yixing’s mind with thoughts of Baekhyun.

It’s been awhile since the last time he had sex with Baekhyun without thinking too much about it, without having each and every aspect of him flooding Yixing’s mind, numbing his senses. He should be worried. He should be really worried, but for now he’ll keep thrusting, muffling Baekhyun’s whimpers with his lips.

Yixing’s name is said with reverence, Baekhyun’s eager, unstoppable hands coming to hold Yixing’s hair back from his face, caressing him, worshiping him. He can’t stop himself from stealing Baekhyun’s breath with a searing kiss, pace quickening and the slushy sounds of Yixing’s dick sliding inside Baekhyun getting louder.

It’s close now, that restlessness inside him tightening impossibly and reaching new levels. So close.

Yixing grunts and pulls out, jerking himself off and releasing on Baekhyun’s thigh, white gracing him. His hand moves hastily around his dick as he comes, eyes burning from closing them too strong.

When he returns from bliss is to see Baekhyun’s hooded eyes hungrily watching him, one of the latter’s hands collecting Yixing’s release from his thigh to spread over his own dick. Baekhyun strokes himself leisurely, wetting his lips as he nearly devours Yixing with his eyes, and Yixing decides he shouldn’t just watch. He inserts two fingers inside the other man, lying with his face close to Baekhyun’s well stretched, wet hole. He pokes the rim with his tongue, holding Baekhyun down by the thighs when he jerks his hips. Lapping at the pink puckered ring, Yixing sinks his fingers and he reaches the prostate, repeatedly assaulting the spot until Baekhyun starts rocking against his hand, desperate for release. He cries when he comes, arms stretching above his head and toes curling.

Yixing feels suddenly very tired, all the long hours of the day finally getting to him. He yawns, eyelids heavy and threatening to close when he makes a grab for Baekhyun’s arm, spinning him on the mattress (and messing his sheets in the process but whatever) and dragging him closer. Baekhyun yelps as he’s manhandled, but Yixing is pretty sure the sigh he heaves when arms envelop him is from contentment. It’s ok, Yixing is content too. He brushes his fingers over Baekhyun’s neck, lightly pressing their mouths together.

They’ve never done it like this before -- holding each other afterwards. It’s been awhile since Yixing’s held someone and he had forgotten how fulfilling it can be. Or maybe it’s just the Baekhyun factor, maybe it’s fulfilling to hold him<\/i>.

“Does this mean I’ll spend the night?” he asks, voice small and hoarse and Yixing laughs half-heartedly.

“You can leave if you want, but you’ll need to disentangle from me first,” he slurs, sleepiness making his tongue heavy. “I don’t make it easy.”

Baekhyun hums, “I wouldn’t even if I wanted to.” and snuggles closer, the cold tip of his nose touching Yixing’s cheek.

I wouldn’t let you if you tried.<\/i> Yixing thinks but doesn’t say it. There’s no need to anyway since the next thing is Baekhyun’s even breath lulling them both to sleep. Sighing, Yixing closes his eyes, he clings to Baekhyun and the feeling that stuffs his chest. Accomplishment.

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The coach is still screaming at him when Yixing tunes everything out-- the crowd cheering, his teammates celebrating another victory, the music. All sounds just go down and he blinks at his surroundings searching for something to focus on, otherwise he’ll just pass out. He tries to turn around, but the coach yanks him back, frowning and smiling and it’s very confusing to decipher what he’s saying, so Yixing just stares until he taps his shoulder very forcefully and walks away. The locker room is in a frenzy -- so is Yixing, but it hits him in a rather peculiar way. He walks amongst his teammates, receiving claps on the back and sweaty towels on the legs, shouts of ‘motherfucker!’ and ‘you kicked ass!’, but Yixing can’t really connect with any of it. He walks until he reaches the showers. He knows his team doesn’t shower after winning, they just grab their stuff and run to celebrate, which means it’s safe. So Yixing undresses and turns the water on, letting the warmness wash him off the dirt and perspiration.

It doesn’t take long for large hands to settle on his hips, fingers digging in his wet skin before sliding to his stomach. His body tenses, breath locked as the hands gently pull him back into the bare chest. He can smell Yifan; he’s always been able to even when he has no idea he’s in the room. Yixing doesn’t know if that’s because Yifan’s scent is very specific and everyone can just sniff him miles away or if Yixing is too accustomed. He shouldn’t, though. He shouldn’t have gotten used to the way his teammate smells, it also shouldn’t matter if the showers are empty or not or if the ginger cheerleader wants into Yifan’s pants or not. They should have stopped it when it first threatened to happen. In the thrill of a victory Yixing’s senses heighten and he just wants a way out. Release. Yifan offered release in many ways -- first as kisses, make out sessions. Blowjobs came after, when kissing stopped being enough. For a while now, sucking each other off has not been enough, either, so they do something else..

It starts with Yifan’s fingers prodding at his ass, poking and testing while Yixing supports himself with hands on the wall. The fingers are slippery, sending jolts throughout Yixing’s body every time they circle his rim. He gasps a little loud when they poke harder.

“Shh,” Yifan presses against his back, mouth hot, kissing and licking at Yixing’s neck. It’s harder to keep cool when there’s a mouth at his most sensitive spot (a detail which Yifan has clearly learned by now), so he moans, biting on his lip in his effort to not to be loud. Yifan kisses his cheek, brushing his nose on Yixing’s jaw before inserting a finger into his entrance. Yixing hits his palms on the wall in surprise, mouth gaping as Yifan pushes his finger in and out. Soon he adds another finger, working them in twists and scissors. Yixing can only edge himself, allowing his teammate to treat him.

He doesn’t tell Yifan when he thinks he should get it, so it’s always a shock when the fingers give way to Yifan’s cock invading Yixing’s ass. The water makes the slide easier -- it always makes it easier and Yixing wonders how it would be if they were having sex anywhere else --, and it only takes Yifan a few thrusts to stuff Yixing completely full. Yelping when he’s pulled, Yixing feels his cock pulsing, reaching to gently caress it. Yifan has the same idea though, and he brushes Yixing’s fingers aside so his can work the ministrations, thumbing at the slit of Yixing’s dick and wrapping strong fingers around his base for a second. Then he starts thrusting. It’s hard, but not fast. Yifan pulls back to a point where only the tip of his cock is inside, then slams back in. It’s maddening, the pulse at Yixing’s cock spreads to his whole body, his legs and feet twitching every time Yifan pulls and pushes. He hits Yixing’s prostate dead on, and when his pace increases, Yifan wraps an arm around Yixing’s shoulders, his free hand holding one ass cheek apart to help with the thrusts.

Seems like Yifan’s learned when Yixing’s about to come; he grips the base of Yixing’s cock really<\/i> hard and fucks him so much faster and tougher that Yixing is tossed forward, having to use his forearms to stop his face from smashing against the wall. It’s too much, the tension and heat crawling to his chest is too much, the pain in his cock is too much, but Yifan keeps going, thrusting slowly and painstakingly, making sure to hit Yixing’s spot with enough force to have him climaxing, sucking in a breath as his cock paints the walls white. Yifan comes right after, releasing a groan.

They take their time after coming down from their high, and usually, they wash themselves before each going their own ways. Today rolls differently. After catching his breath, Yifan pulls out and spins Yixing around, pressing him back on the wall and kissing him, both hands cradling his face. Yixing is caught unguarded. He kisses back, hooking an arm around Yifan’s shoulder.

Yifan turns the shower off and wipes Yixing’s face carefully with his hands. Yixing wants to laugh because his hands are wet, so much for wiping but they help taking water out of his eyes.

“I wanna take you on a date,” Yifan says. Obviously by the way he coughs, Yixing wasn’t expecting that.

“You what?”

“Wanna take you on a date,” the other repeats. “Properly.”

Yixing is still confused<\/i>, “Properly.<\/i>”

Yifan doesn’t seem to have time to spare. He huffs, running both hands across his face and through his hair before meeting Yixing’s eyes again. “Do I really need to spell it out? I wanna take you on a date. And before you ask, yes, I like you. It surprises me that you were dumb enough not to notice since I’ve been very obvious this whole time.”

Silence fills the locker room, only the droplets of water dripping into the puddle on the floor resonating. It’s not like Yixing doesn’t like Yifan; he’s figured he must like him if he lets Yifan put his dick into his ass. Not only that. They haven’t been the best of friends, but Yifan is nice -- a little too heated when it comes to basketball, but they win more than they lose so they only punch each other once every two months. Yixing likes him most of the time, which is more than enough.

“Ok, fine. But you have to buy me a milkshake,” he answers.

He isn’t prepared for the blinding smile that Yifan offers. “I’ll buy you anything you want.” Brushing a thumb on Yixing’s cheek, Yifan smiles and pecks his lips before stepping away. “We should go. They’re closing the gymnasium and we still have to walk back the dorm buildings. You don’t mind if I follow you to your dorm, do you? I thought so.”

Letting out an incredulous chuckle, Yixing watches Yifan walk towards the lockers, water running down his naked body. He knows he’s been thinking it would be better if this thing with Yifan hadn’t even started, but as cocks his head to check his teammate’s ass, Yixing figures he could change his mind.

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This is so like Sehun, to get curious about stuff that should not interest him -- for his own sake. He knows that fans are scared shitless of them seeing fanwork, so most of the boys stay the hell away from fanfic and fanart. Sehun, however, uses search engines pretty well.

exo fanart<\/span>

The search returned the most varied pieces. Whole group drawings and comics and even a few couple pieces. That’s not what Sehun is looking for.

exo sehun fanart<\/span>

Fans are really talented<\/i>, he thinks while browsing through some drawings of himself – mostly cute manga style drawings that he’s pretty sure there’s a specific name for but he just can’t bring himself to remember. He files that to ask Kyungsoo later. He’s entertained by Sehun fanart for a while, even saving his favorites to send to the group chat later in order to tease the boys about how their fans can’t draw and Sehun’s are the shit.

There’s something else he’d like to see, though. Sehun inspects his surroundings worriedly. He knows Minseok is the only one home today besides him, so he takes a deep breath and types.

exo sehun fanart porn<\/span>

What. That’s not what he wanted to see. The search returns regular drawings, a few swaggy-yehet-Sehuns that please him slightly, but no butts or dicks or anything remotely porny. He squints at the screen.

“Are fans really this blunt?”

how to find exo porn fanart<\/span>

He clicks the link entitled ~~*EXO NC-17 Fanart Masterpost*~~<\/i>

Now that’s more like it. Sehun tries not to cringe as he scrolls past paintings of Jongin in the most compromising positions, and grunts very much displeased at one very offending drawing of Chanyeol and Baekhyun doing it. He just can’t understand the obsession some fans have with Chanyeol and Baekhyun. They’re so not a thing. Sehun is a thing, yet the only porn he finds of himself is one of him groping Luhan’s butt. He snorts, typing one more time.

sehun nc-17 fanart<\/span>

Nothing interesting. He gets a few disinterested doodles of his dick (not accurate at all), more fanart of Luhan sucking him off, which is just like the Chanyeol\/Baekhyun issue. He had no idea their fans suck this much at getting the couples right. Maybe Sehun’s fans are the weird ones.

baekhyun nc-17 fanart<\/span>

Nope, not Sehun’s fans at all. Baekhyun’s are worse. All the drawings show Baekhyun in some sort of sexual engagement with Chanyeol. Sehun does not like it. Why Chanyeol? What the fuck is Chanyeol doing to Baekhyun in front of their fans that these poor girls are so resolute about them? Sehun huffs indignantly, scrolling down the page to find more annoying Chanyeol and Baekhyun.

“This is so unfair,” he complains. “They’re hopeless.”

But Sehun is good, Sehun is just. Sehun will help them rectify this rude mistake. He stretches his fingers, searching for an international, unofficial forum. He clicks the first result and goes straight to the signup form. Good thing Sehun has a bunch of fake e-mail accounts from the time he used to sign into Chanyeol’s fansites to throw shade at him. After his account is created, he opens a new discussion.

Subject:<\/span> sehun\/baekhyun porn pls<\/span><\/p>

Posted by:<\/span> <\/span>sebaek_is_the_truth_94<\/span><\/p>

<\/p>

Can someone rec me some good sehun\/baekhyun fanart? It’s outrageous that there isn’t enough porn for this very true and realistic pairing. You crackheads only draw Chanyeol\/Baekhyun, they’re not canon ok.<\/span><\/p>

<\/p>sebaek_is_the_truth_94 out<\/span>

He giggles at his message before hitting post! <\/span>and leans back on his chair. It doesn’t take long for his post to get a response.

Lovelichanyeoli <\/span>SAYS:<\/span><\/p>

<\/p>Ofc theyre canon youre delu<\/span>

??????????? Sehun frowns at the screen and is about to retort some serious cussing at this clueless bastard when a notification of a new reply pops on the corner of his screen. He clicks it.

silveroceanforever <\/span>SAYS:<\/span><\/p>

<\/p>thelightair.fu.ck > This artist draws a lot of sebaek. I hope you like it!<\/span>

He clicks the link and his eyes nearly shoot out of his face. The first drawing, huge and shamelessly screaming at him, is one of Sehun bending Baekhyun over and…

He blushes. What. This is exactly what he was looking for. He clicks the ENTER!<\/span> button and nearly collapses at all the thumbnails. Baekhyun kissing Sehun while straddling him, Sehun biting Baekhyun’s neck, Sehun sucking Baekhyun off, Sehun undressing Baekhyun, Sehun licking. Baekhyun’s<\/span><\/i>—

He’s unaware of his raging boner until a loud noise startles him out of his trance. Sehun nearly jumps in his seat, glancing at the door. He goes rigid for a few minutes, a hand covering the tent in his shorts until he feels it’s safe to keep browsing. He doesn’t remove the hand between his legs though, presses his wrist down instead, wincing at the sharp wave of pleasure that runs through his body. Sehun bites his lower lip, taking to massaging his dick through the shorts while he glares at fanart-Baekhyun’s pained face as Sehun thrusts into him from behind. He imagines the kind of sound Baekhyun would make and groans, grabbing his clothed length and brushing a—

“What are you doing?”

Sehun yelps, pushing the computer back and kicking the table, almost sending himself crashing down the floor. His laptop skates on the table and hits the wall, but Sehun is saved from collapsing by hands on the back of his chair.

“Were you looking at… Porn?” asks Baekhyun. What the fuck, he wasn’t supposed to be home till later, what…? Sehun tries to find air, slapping himself on the chest a few times as he faces the newcomer. Baekhyun eyes him with interest, the hint of a smirk dancing on his mouth and Sehun wants to retch in shame.

“W-what are you talking about,” he awkwardly laughs. “t-there is no s-such thing, I was j-just—”

Baekhyun leans over him, pulling the laptop closer. Sehun struggles to close it, but it’s useless. Baekhyun already saw the porn. All the porn.

“That’s interesting, Sehun-ah…” his hyung singsongs – a shiver runs down Sehun’s spine, because Baekhyun singsonging is always an omen. He caresses Sehun’s neck. “Are you embarrassed because I caught you?”

He’s not sure if he’s supposed to be sorry, so Sehun sighs, lowering his eyes. Baekhyun hums, his hands on Sehun’s neck giving him dangerous sensations.

“It’s fine Sehunnie…” Baekhyun circles his chair, leaning back on the table to look down at Sehun, hands on the edges. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s not like we haven’t done anything before.”

They’ve kissed before when no one was around, but that’s different. Those fanarts are different – they’ve never done anything like that.

Sehun clears his throat, managing to look up at Baekhyun. “All we ever do is kiss, hyung.”

“Would you like to work on that?” Baekhyun quirks an eyebrow, tongue peeking to lick at his upper lip. Sehun inhales, closing his hands on his fists. Without waiting for an answer, Baekhyun tugs on Sehun’s t-shirt, pulling him. “Come on.”

Sehun obeys, standing up and following Baekhyun to the middle of the room. The other’s hands slide up Sehun’s arm, settling at his shoulder. He knows where this is going; they’ve done this countless times exactly in this order. Sehun places his palm on Baekhyun’s waist as he leans for a kiss. It’s slow at first, as usual, but then Baekhyun takes an unexpected turn, guiding Sehun towards his bed without breaking the kiss. Sehun gasps when the back of his legs touch the edge of the bed. Baekhyun breaks the kiss, gently pushing Sehun down.

“What are you doing, hyung?” Sehun questions, sitting on the bed and supporting himself with his palms back on the mattress. His stomach flips when Baekhyun straddles him, knees at each side of Sehun. They’re closer than they’ve ever been like this, and Baekhyun scoots closer in Sehun’s lap, hand soft on his neck as he sits back on Sehun’s thighs.

“Making your fanart fantasies come true,” The other snorts a laugh before bringing his face into Sehun’s, noses bumping. “And mine as well.”

Sehun’s brain loops. “W-what.”

“You think you’re the only one who knows about thelightair.fu.ck?” Baekhyun closes his mouth around Sehun’s, lips wet and tentative on Sehun’s cheek and jaw, going down to his neck. “I’ve been wanting to sit on you for a long time, Sehunnie.”

Fuck, Sehun inhales and gives in, palms on Baekhyun’s thighs. He gives in because why they fuck wouldn’t he? He wants this, and Baekhyun clearly has been wanting it as well. He grips at Baekhyun’s waist, attempting to bring him even closer and the other whimpers softly against his mouth.

The hands on his neck eagerly down to his pants and less than a minute later, Baekhyun’s fingers are brushing over Sehun’s dick. He tries not to squirm, putting his hands up Baekhyun’s shirt, running them up and down his back. Baekhyun kisses him like he’s in a hurry, lowering Sehun’s underwear enough to free his dick. Heart mercilessly pounding in his chest, Sehun tries to calm the fuck down as his hyung strokes him ever so slowly, wet lips brushing against Sehun’s. It all works so perfectly, Baekhyun fingers playing with his shaft, pads on Sehun’s tip, spreading precome all over him, dirtying his clothes.

“What do you want me to do, Sehunnie?”

Sehun swallows, pressure locking inside him as Baekhyun grabs his dick a little more forcefully and tugs. “I don’t… I—”

Baekhyun giggles, licking Sehun’s lips open. One of his hands fly to his pants, unbuttoning as the other keeps stroking Sehun. There’s so much going on. He wants more, wants to touch more of Baekhyun, so Sehun pulls his shirt up, exploring Baekhyun’s milky, naked chest with his eyes. He’s so gorgeous. Sehun salivates before leaning to kiss one of Baekhyun’s nipples, earning a low moan. He discards the shirt before stroking Baekhyun’s sides, taking in all the work he’s doing with two dicks in his hands.

Baekhyun caresses himself, his other hand leisurely pumping Sehun’s cock as his hooded eyes lock with Sehun’s. He wants to touch him more, to kiss every corner of Baekhyun’s body, but he likes how good Baekhyun looks like this.

Sehun’s stomach curls, pleasure twisting inside him as it builds with each pump of Baekhyun’s hand on his dick. He’s going faster, giving Sehun no chance to brace himself as it builds, builds and bursts, his breath catching as his dick twitches, spurting all over Baekhyun’s cock. His vision blurs, white everywhere while Baekhyun pulls him dry, freeing Sehun’s cock to give himself the attention of both hands. It doesn’t take him long to come, only a few tugs and rocks of his hips. Sehun has to wrap both arms around Baekhyun’s hips to support him as he climaxes, burying his face on the crook of Baekhyun’s neck. He’s pretty sure there’s come everywhere, they’ll have to be really careful not to let anyone see these clothes.

“Next time you wanna check out porn,” Baekhyun start breathlessly. “Wait for me, ok?”

Sehun chuckles. Who’s delu now, lovelichanyeoli you piece of crap?<\/i>



a\/n: i can't believe you read this lol. i'm sorry, bro. BUT THANK YOUUUUUU <3<\/span>
<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:17794","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/17794.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=17794"}}],"title":"smut week fics [1\/2]","published":"2015-06-06T08:44:08Z","updated":"2015-06-08T14:08:09Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"smut week"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"chankai"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"suchen"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"2015"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"xiutao"}}],"content":"A few days ago I decided that I'd only write smut for a whole week. So yeah, I did that. I had 10 pairings planned but turns out I can't actually write a lot of porn in a week without tiring. Besides that, a few of the fics got out of control lol. There's this sexing that reached a really high word count without even getting to the smut part. Truth is that I only meant to write drabbles like the xiutao but... lol. I feel like I have to warn you that some of these pieces were written in the dead of night when everything is really dead -- especially my creativity --, and some weren't even beta'ed, so watch out for crude mistakes. I'd like to thank my brother <\/a>helaas<\/b><\/a><\/span> for saving my ass and operating as the porn gnome, correcting said crude mistakes in a few fics. Without further ado, I present you the deep end of my existence.

break time<\/span> || xiumin\/tao
630 words<\/b>



It’s not always that their study session leads to this. Unbuttoning pants at a tight bathroom stall, trying to make little to zero noise. Zitao is not very good at keeping quiet -- whimpers and whines and cries. Minseok had a hard time re-educating him, but it was worth it. It’s worth watching him writhe, biting his knuckles and shutting his eyes with so much force he goes dizzy. To Minseok, it’s the best part. He licks at the tip of Zitao’s hardening cock and the younger shivers, one of his hands jerking up to cover his mouth (such a good boy) as Minseok pulls his pants down to his feet.

“H-hyun-” he whispers when Minseok’s hands start stroking his thighs, and Minseok looks up at him. He knows anticipation works Tao up like nothing else, so he assumes a painstaking pace, gripping at the younger’s thighs and prepping kisses all over his length. Minseok makes sure to never break their eye contact, and his reward is to witness Tao’s beautiful eyes start watering. “Hyung, h-hurry.”

Minseok stills. Now that’s not how things work. He shoots an icy glare, his hands sliding to Tao’s ankles before he stands up. He wasn’t expecting for Minseok to stand up so abruptly; Tao’s eyes widen slightly, and it’s so clear he’s regretting what he said. Stepping as close as he can, Minseok brings his two hands to Tao’s neck, using his thumbs to lift his chin. He can feel Tao’s erection brushing over his waistband, and his own cock twitches.

“Tao,” Minseok says, voice low against Tao’s throat. “did hyung ever let you down?”

Tao shudders a little, trying to shake his head with Minseok’s hands constricting him.

“Then don’t you think you should trust me?” A weak nod. Minseok feels the bob of his throat when he swallows, and he’s pleased. His fingers release Tao’s neck and snake down to his chest, flicking the younger’s nipples on their way down. “Be patient.”

He kneels, hands back on Tao’s thighs, and licks at his cock tentatively. It’s so pretty. So rich and well-sculpted. Minseok is so lucky he gets to taste it. He runs his tongue all the way to the base and wraps his mouth around it, one of his hands going to Tao’s hips. The boy lets a whine escape, but Minseok cuts him some slack and moves on with his ministrations, finally taking Zitao’s cock. He goes slow at first, tasting, the hand on Tao’s hips sneaking to his ass. He yelps when Minseok’s finger pokes at his entrance, and Minseok looks up to see his mouth open in a silent moan. When Minseok starts sucking a little fast, Tao rocks his hips helplessly, a few fingers loosely touching his lips while the other hand flicks his nipples. Minseok smirks around his cock -- he loves seeing Tao like this. Desperate for more, on the verge of breaking down.

Knowing he won’t last longer, Minseok speeds up, enduring the feeling of Tao’s dick hitting his throat. He can hear the sounds of Tao moaning around the fingers in his mouth. It only takes him a minute before he’s coming down Minseok’s throat. Minseok swallows what he can, leaning back to release Tao’s cock from his mouth and a trail of come if left across his tongue. He swallows once more, licking the remaining spurts of white from his lips. There’s come dripping on the floor, but Minseok stands up, running a hand through Tao’s hair and smiling when the boy leans into his touch.

“Should we go back to your problem set?” he suggests, waiting for Tao to catch his breath before opening his eyes.

The younger nods and looks down at Minseok, a hand coming to his shoulder. “Yes, we should.”
<\/a>

step by step<\/span> || suho\/chen ||<\/b> this is furiously unbeta'ed rofl
1463 words<\/b>



There are three things about Jongdae that Joonmyun cannot forget: 1. He hates coffee. 2. He only likes cookies when there’s milk. 3. He gets lonely when Joonmyun goes on a trip for work. At least ten different people already offered their places for Jongdae to spend time when Joonmyun’s away so his loneliness level doesn’t increase to a point where he calls him at the wee hours of morning wailing for his boyfriend to abandon work and fly back home because “there should be nothing in your life more important than me and I’m suffering right now, just get your ass back home and snuggle me until I’m sated!”.

Except that when Joonmyun does<\/i> return home, snuggling is the last in the list of many things Jongdae asks for.

First, he pouts. Then he pulls his boyfriend in for a hug and whines that: “That was your longest trip so far.”

Joonmyun smiles and tightens his hold around him because Jongdae likes to be touched. All the time. “I’ve been away for three days, Jongdae.”

Fingers gently scratch Joonmyun’s back through his shirt before grasping the fabric. “It felt like weeks.”

He chuckles and kisses Jongdae’s neck -- Joonmyun knows that’s a trigger for something more. He’s been away for three days, Jongdae isn’t the only one who needs care. After the kiss, it’s almost immediate. Jongdae shivers, his hairs bristle and Joonmyun runs his hands up and down his arms before leaning back just enough to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.

“I’m here now,” he says, pressing a light kiss on Jongdae’s lips. “I’ll touch you as much as you want.”

Jongdae nods and raises his arms, a silent request for Joonmyun to pull up his shirt. Besides being touched, Jongdae also likes to be undressed, so Joonmyun takes his time removing his clothes, allowing his hand to travel up Jongdae’s torso before settling on his hips to bring him closer. Whining when Joonmyun nips at the side of his neck, Jongdae hooks his fingers on the belt loops of Joonmyun’s pants, pressing them impossibly closer. Joonmyun rocks against the tent in Jongdae’s pants, holding him in place by his neck.

That’s when Jongdae touches Joonmyun’s wrists, guiding his hands to his pants. Another silent request that Joonmyun readily obliges. He maintains his fingers on the loops while Joonmyun unbuttons his pants and sneaks his hand under his boxers. Jongdae gasps, fingers loosening from the loops so his hand could tug at Joonmyun’s t-shirt. One more silent request. Joonmyun takes off his shirt as quick as he can and pulls Jongdae’s pants down, wetting his lips when his boyfriend’s cock springs free. The fact that they haven’t even started and Jongdae is already leaking makes Joonmyun snort, shooting him with the kind of dark look that makes Jongdae tremble.

Joonmyun pushes him towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving Jongdae’s until his back is on the mattress. Joonmyun crawls after him when Jongdae drags himself to the middle of the bed, spreading his legs apart.

Jongdae has this habit of biting on his knuckles while Joonmyun sucks him off; it drives him crazy. Joonmyun licks and sucks at the tip, precome tasting sharp on his tongue before he envelops the whole length with his mouth. Jongdae muffles his moans with the knuckles on his mouth, but that’s not what Joonmyun wants. Joonmyun wants to hear him moan and whine and cry because it gets him hard like nothing else. He only refrains from yanking the god damned hand from his boyfriend's mouth because Jongdae looks really adorable biting on his knuckles, almost like he has no idea of what Joonmyun is going to do to him, like he’s so perplexed that someone is sucking his cock and he looks so fucking innocent. Joonmyun’s dick twitches with the thought and he speeds up, earning a few more moans and some hip thrusts. He makes sure to pin Jongdae in place by throwing a forearm over his stomach and pressing a hand on his thigh, but Jongdae is persistent. He props himself up on his elbows, mouth gaping (so perplexed) as he sees Joonmyun release his dick with a pop, taking Jongdae with his hand and pumping him fast enough to make him yelp.

“Do you want my cock in you?” he asks and Jongdae’s elbows give up, letting him fall back on the mattress with a loud whine. Joonmyun slows to a stop, unbuttoning his own pants and kicking them off the bed. He strokes himself rock hard, spreading precome all over his length before hopping off the bed to look for a condom and lube in their dresser.

Jongdae is already on his stomach when Joonmyun returns, cheek leaning on the mattress and hands balled at the sides of his head. He groans at how pure and precious he looks. Jongdae spreads his legs when the bed dips with Joonmyun’s weight, allowing his boyfriend to expose his entrance. With lube-coated fingers, Joonmyun works his boyfriend until he’s lifting his ass trying to fuck himself, and then he’ll hold his ass cheeks apart to line his cock with Jongdae’s puffy, pink hole. He holds Jongdae open and slowly thrusts, his insides twisting and heating as he watches the tip of his cock accommodate inside Jongdae’s ass. His boyfriend moans around his knuckles, and Joonmyun soothes his rim, circling his cock with his thumbs and caressing Jongdae’s entrance hoping that it’ll help the stretch. It helps -- Jongdae whimpers and pushes his ass back, attempting to raise on all fours, but Joonmyun presses him back. It doesn’t stop him though, Jongdae keeps pushing until Joonmyun is fully seated inside him. Joonmyun’s breath catches when Jongdae wiggles his ass and, without overthinking it, Joonmyun simply wraps an arm around Jongdae and lifts him off the mattress. Jongdae cries in surprise when Joonmyun sits, bringing him to his lap and spreading his ass again to help Jongdae seat. He rocks a few times just to get going, but it’s clear that Joonmyun wants Jongdae to move, so it’s his turn to prop himself on his elbows and watch as the other folds his legs under Joonmyun’s and leans forward to put his palms on the mattress.

Then he rides him. Slow at first, tentative moves to check where he stands. Joonmyun strokes his back, prepping kisses all over Jongdae’s spine. It gets him moving faster, the moans spilling from his mouth getting needier, more desperate. It makes Joonmyun dizzy with want, his legs fitting and his heart beating so fast that Jongdae can probably feel<\/i> it. He lifts Jongdae’s ass just a little to see his cock disappear inside, and he can’t help but buck his hips up. Soon enough Jongdae is speeding up, smacking his ass down on Joonmyun’s cock repeatedly until he’s bouncing, hands all over his own body unable to get enough. Joonmyun wants to help him, he wants to touch Jongdae, lick him and put his mouth wherever he can reach, but he’s far too gone to even move, so he falls back as Jongdae takes pleasure in his cock, pleading for Joonmyun to touch him, fuck him. Putting all his energy and effort into sitting up, Joonmyun complies, hands soothing Jongdae’s waist and kissing his neck, flicking and pinching his nipples. Yet, Joonmyun won’t touch him, wants him to come only from his cock. He knows Jongdae will try to get himself off, so Joonmyun just pins his arms on his back, giving Jongdae no aid at all besides his hips, still riding and rocking on Joonmyun’s cock. He feels so, so<\/i> good that something weights inside him and pressure starts building.

Jongdae comes hard with a cry of Joonmyun’s name, white spurting all over himself and the sheets. He clenches so sorely that the weight heaves and the pressure rises so high that it’s impossible for him to hold it anymore, so Joonmyun releases inside the condom, circling his hips to get the most of it.

Having his arms freed moments prior to Joonmyun orgasming, Jongdae falls back onto his boyfriend’s chest with a satisfied sigh. Joonmyun holds him close, brushing his nape hairs with his fingers before lifting Jongdae off him so he could remove the condom. As he carefully extracts it and dutifully ties a knot at the opening, Jongdae knits his eyebrows and pouts.

“I wanted you to do it inside.”

Of course Jongdae would whine about something after such great sex. Joonmyun snorts a laugh and tosses the condom in the wastebasket before turning to his whiny boyfriend and tackling him. Jongdae yells, but laughs afterward because he’s awfully ticklish and Joonmyun likes to take advantage of that.

And then -- only then -- they snuggle.
<\/a>

is it ok to touch?<\/span> || chanyeol\/kai || <\/b>a\/b\/o, knotting
2284 words<\/b>



It’s thanks to Baekhyun that Chanyeol has a lap full of omega right now.

Apparently, Jongin has a trick; a cheat to stop his heat from hitting full-force. If he has sex a specific number of days prior to his heat, it's not as effective as it usually is. He used to do this with his last boyfriend, but it’s been two months that he’s single and Jongin said to hate the experience of having sex with a complete stranger just to help him with his cycle. So Baekhyun set him up with Chanyeol.

“Are you hooking up with someone?” his roommate flopped next to him on his bed one day. When Chanyeol shook his head in response, Baekhyun added: “I’d like you to fuck a friend of mine.”

At first, Chanyeol choked on his own saliva, but after listening to Baekhyun's reasons for demanding that Chanyeol fucked someone he didn't know ("He has some sort of heat ritual or something, he needs to get a dick before his pre-heat reaches and he becomes alpha bait. You don’t need to knot him, though, he just needs dick. I’d do it, but he says it only works with alphas."), he sorta had compassion for the whole story. Especially after Baekhyun gave him Jongin's social network link and Chanyeol spent a night in doors going through his pictures.

Now they're locked in Chanyeol's dorm room, Baekhyun is probably at Jongdae's (Chanyeol doesn't really care, he only cares that his roommate is gone) and Jongin is sitting back on Chanyeol's thighs. They didn't have a chance to chat, maybe get to know each other before engaging in activities that Jongin himself refused to repeat with someone he wasn't well acquainted with. The funny part is that Chanyeol and Jongin aren’t well acquainted. Since he arrived, they've shared a total of five sentences.

"Hi, I'm Jongin."

"Yeah, I know."

"You must be Chanyeol. Baekhyun said it's ok if we..."

"Oh yeah, no. It's ok."

"Ok cool. Should I...?"

And then Jongin walk into Chanyeol's room and planted himself on his lap, hands hesitant to touch. He was all<\/i> hesitant to be honest, and all Chanyeol did was stare. Jongin was really something else -- sharp jawline, plump lips and tanned skin. Chanyeol has never hooked up with someone like him. Jongin lifts a shy hand, gently placing it on Chanyeol's shoulder. Chanyeol's too nervous to move, afraid that a misplaced touch or gesture will offend Jongin. Seems like Baekhyun's friend can read minds, because he utters their sixth sentence as Chanyeol ponders if it's ok to touch.

"You can touch me. If you want." Jongin lets out a shuddered breath when Chanyeol remains still. "I don't mind doing all the work if you're uncomfortable..."

Chanyeol's eyebrows arch at his words, "I'm not uncomfortable," he shakes his head. "I was afraid to be invasive."

Jongin laughs -- such an adorable sound -- like he's truly amused, and Chanyeol's insides warm up.

"You were afraid to be invasive with the guy who's using you for his own purposes?" he questions, cocking his head mirthfully.

Chanyeol chuckles, "I worry too much." Nodding, Jongin's second hand rests on the back of Chanyeol's neck and Chanyeol copies him, setting a hand on Jongin's neck. "How do you want this to go, then?"

"Last time I did this I had no intentions of stretching the whole act, so I jumped straight onto his dick," he shrugs. Chanyeol feels his cheeks tingle, but blinks it away. "but I'd let you kiss me if you promise you'll be real nice."

The warmness twists in Chanyeol's stomach and he tries to hold it down by clenching as Jongin's hands slowly slide up to his face. With hooded eyes and the tiniest hint of a smile, he's the most gorgeous last-minute-hookup Chanyeol's ever had. He leans, pressing his lips against Jongin's without any rush before bringing the omega closer by his waist. Jongin locks his hands with Chanyeol's hair when the kiss deepens, one of Chanyeol's hands settling down Jongin's back. With every jab of his mouth against Jongin's lips, Chanyeol is rewarded with a whimper, and each one of them work a powerful number on him. Jongin keeps making humming sounds, like Chanyeol's lips are very delicious and he can't get enough of it.

“You’re really good at this,” he says, lips brushing against Chanyeol’s jaw. “but I need you to fuck me.”

With that, Jongin removes himself from Chanyeol’s lap and strips<\/i>, not very sexy, not tentative or provocative. He just strips, but the power of it is too strong for Chanyeol to handle, his mind going dizzy and mouth hanging in awe. Jongin is the owner of a perfect body -- there’s absolutely nothing out of place. Chanyeol wants to run his tongue all over him. He won’t though, that’s not what Jongin needs now and Chanyeol is more than happy to give him what he needs.

Instead of hopping on Chanyeol’s lap like he’s been expected to do, Jongin tugs at the collar of his shirt, attempting to pull it up. When Chanyeol realizes what he’s trying to do, he jumps, taking off his shirt and starting to unbutton his pants. Jongin laughs.

“Sorry.” he mutters embarrassedly, kicking his pants off. “I was th--”

Chanyeol is suddenly muted by Jongin kneeling in front of his very naked self, hands gripping lightly at Chanyeol’s thighs. It looks so much like he’s about to--

He wraps both hands around Chanyeol’s length, aligning it with his mouth before pressing gentle, soft kisses on the tip. The sharpness of the jolt that travels through Chanyeol’s body contrasts drastically with the tenderness of the gesture, Jongin’s thumb caressing the underside of Chanyeol’s cock as if it’s something precious. He swallows down a grunt, closing his hands as Jongin keeps kissing his cock.

“Y-you don’t need to--” he tries to advise.

“I know I don’t,” the omega looks up at him, tongue lapping at dick. Chanyeol’s cock twitches in his hold because fuck<\/i>. “but you’re cute. I’m weak to cute people.”

Chanyeol’s not vulnerable to blowjobs. He can take them pretty well, but there’s something about Jongin sucking him off that brings him close to the edge. Maybe the way he licks like he’s savoring, tongue licking any remnants of precome off his lips. It drives Chanyeol crazy, and before he knows he’s pulling Jongin up. Maybe he’s not supposed to be doing it like this, but Jongin started to scent and it jerks Chanyeol awake. He knows that if the omega was in heat he’d have started to scent a lot earlier, but Chanyeol doesn’t mind about it now.

What roams his mind as he faces Jongin defiantly is only one thing.

“If you feel like screaming, don’t hold it back.”

Jongin lets out a shuddered breath and lets himself be manhandled and thrown on the bed. He doesn’t have enough time to drag further on the mattress before Chanyeol is crawling on top of him, mouth hungry and eager to suck and bruise, leaving pink marks on Jongin’s neck, his collarbones, nearby his nipples. Jongin keeps making these faint, breathless sounds, but that’s not what Chanyeol wants to hear. Chanyeol wants to hear more. So he pushes an unexpected finger into the slickness of Jongin’s self-lubricated ass. The perks of fucking an omega. Jongin whimpers as Chanyeol inserts a second finger, spreading them apart inside Jongin. He’s doing it only for the tease, because Jongin stretches around him like his entrance is elastic.

Chanyeol strokes himself to stiffness because someone like Jongin deserves to take a rock hard dick. He’s lining with Jongin’s glistening hole when the omega’s hands find his crotch. He skates his finger on Chanyeol’s skin until he finds what he’s looking for. Jongin gently grabs Chanyeol’s cock and pulls<\/i> like he wants to impale himself. Something twists at Chanyeol’s gut and he swallows, moistening his dry lips. That’s too hot. Too hot.

“Chanyeol,” they haven’t even started and he’s already out of breath. “I wanna--” Jongin blushes furiously<\/i>, his strong scent slapping Chanyeol in the face, but he doesn’t stop. Pushing his hips, Jongin manages to get locked on Chanyeol’s dick, the head sliding in rather easily. Chanyeol stands still and attentive to Jongin’s every move, how he forces himself onto Chanyeol, swallowing good chunks of dick at once. He’s so warm, smells so fucking good. Everything that Chanyeol wants is to grab his thighs and pull him in with all his strength, pound Jongin until he’s sore. But he won’t. Chanyeol will stand still and let Jongin take care of his own needs. That’s why he’s here after all.

Chanyeol sits back to make it easier for Jongin and the omega half climbs onto his lap, back lying on the mattress and ass slowly sinking onto Chanyeol. He can’t fuck Jongin like he wants to, but Chanyeol can certainly touch. So he lets his hands wander, stroking his chest, pinching his nipples and thumbing his lips. Jongin whines, pushing himself further until he’s seated. Then he meets Chanyeol’s hands at his waist, guiding them down to his dick. Chanyeol smirks. He knows what Jongin wants. His first instinct is to refuse it; bark no and watch Jongin’s tears wet his face in frustration as he rides Chanyeol’s cock.

However, he complies, handling Jongin’s hardness until it’s dripping precome on his fingers. That’s when he starts to move, slowly and experimentally, small rocks and circles of his hips on Chanyeol’s lap, but it’s enough to send a wave of pleasure and electricity up Chanyeol’s spine. Jongin’s so warm. So slick and hungry.

“You can really take cock, can’t you?” Chanyeol groans, resisting the urge of thrusting. Jongin does it for him, though, slamming his ass on Chanyeol’s dick.

“Just yours, it seems. Fuck--<\/i>” Jongin knits his eyebrows, jaw hanging open when Chanyeol decides he’s had enough and hoists him up by the waist, placing Jongin on his lap. “Chanyeol--”

“It’s ok,” Chanyeol assures him with a wet kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I just wanna look at you up close.”

Jongin flushes, so Chanyeol hugs him, brushing his nose on Jongin’s as the other rocks his hips sensually. Chanyeol kisses him softly, the noises of their slick lips brushing against each other going straight to his dick. Jongin quietly whines against his mouth and all at once Chanyeol is washed by his scent -- sweet and eager to latch to something, to belong. A maddening sense of ownership envelops Chanyeol, his mind screaming Jongin’s name and flashing the very limited images of the omega that are saved deep into his core conscious.

He has no idea what is happening. It’s something he’s never felt before, this raging will to hold Jongin impossibly closer, to feel him, to claim<\/i> him. Chanyeol can’t claim him, they’ve just met. This is not how it works. Instead, he tries to satisfy by meeting Jongin’s hips by thrusting his. That’s when his knot starts growing. Upon feeling it, Jongin clings to him and releases, mouth gaping silently, eyes shut. They still, locked together by Chanyeol’s inflating knot. Jongin is already sensitive from his own release, so he clenches around Chanyeol, gasping as the alpha’s seeds are poured into him.

It’s unusual for alphas to knot omegas to whom they’re not mated. It just… Doesn’t happen. The chances of conception while knotted are off the charts; Chanyeol might just have impregnated Jongin, but it was out of his control. That’s the weirdest part. He can usually pull out before his knot grows, he can release without knotting so easily<\/i>. So why is he knotted to Jongin, his semen trapped inside the omega while his whole body demands for Chanyeol to own him? Is it his hormones? He’ll go into pre-heat in a few days, so maybe this is normal. Chanyeol remembers Baekhyun’s words loud and clear ‘you don’t have to knot him’. So knotting, in this procedure, was optional and he chose to knot with an omega he just met.

“Fuck,” he breathes, Jongin’s faint whimpers backgrounding. “What the fuck-- I couldn’t pull out, I didn’t--”

Jongin leans his forehead on Chanyeol’s, hands stroking Chanyeol’s sweaty hair. “You knotted me,” and he laughs, clear and comfortable. Chanyeol frowns.

“Why are you laughing, you could get pregnant.”

“I don’t give a fuck if I get pregnant, this was the best fuck of my whole life.” then he’s kissing Chanyeol. “You couldn’t pull out because I wanted you. And you accepted me,” he kisses Chanyeol one more time. “you couldn’t tell?” Of course he could, Jongin’s scent clung to him for dear life.

He meets Jongin’s eyes, his stomach unexpectedly somersaulting, and Chanyeol is at loss of thoughts. He just feels his knot receding, and with it a desperate itch to keep attached to Jongin, to never let him go. Fascination dances inside his mind, and all of a sudden Chanyeol can’t take his eyes of the omega on his lap.

“You’re going to take me to dinner, Chanyeol,” Jongin says, Chanyeol’s hands starting to stroke his back, “and by the end of the week you’ll have claimed me. If you haven’t, I’ll scent mark you so fucking strong that no other omega will get within a six-mile radius of you.”

And there s that feeling again. Ownership. Possessiveness. Chanyeol bares his teeth, pulling Jongin’s hair back and watching with satisfaction as the omega’s mouth falls open. He looks so fucking good like this, submissive, at the mercy of Chanyeol’s good will.

Inhaling, the alpha whispers into his ear, “It’s on.”





{GO TO PART 2}<\/a><\/center>
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Pairing:<\/b> kris\/lay
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Length:<\/b> 8,714 words
Summary:<\/b> Yixing escorts the souls of people that make deals with demons out of this life. Yifan happens to be one of them.
Warnings:<\/b> soul reaping!au. triggering subjects<\/span><\/b>.character death (does it count if his conscience keeps alive? lol), mentions of suicidal thoughts, death, pacts with the devil, horribly written sex and my writing in general
A\/N:<\/b> i guess this is the first thing i write that contains dark themes. it was supposed to be a stress reliever but it just ran out of control. i even wrote sex, which wasn't originally planned lol. thanks to g and b for helping me revising and plotting it out.


It’s a really nice living room this time. Bright, flowered vases on nearly every surface. Big TV screen (good to have friends over), cushions on the floor, comfortable couch. It’s a good apartment -- but again, they all have great homes. It’s usually the first thing they arrange after sealing a deal: a comfortable house equipped with everything they want and need, and in Yixing’s opinion this one has outdone himself. He wanders peacefully in the darkness of the empty apartment, finger dragging on the furniture. Not a speck of dust. Yixing feels like he could study the life this fellow has built for himself before he literally reaps the living daylights out of him -- get acquainted.

Ten years has done Mr. Wu Yifan real good. Having graduated top of his class, Wu Yifan is now the proud owner of a law firm and a yellow Lamborghini. Clearly swimming in a sea of beautiful ladies judging by the several pictures of women with the biggest breasts Yixing’s ever seen (and Yixing’s seen a lot), Mr. Wu Yifan has had pretty decent ten years. That’s exactly why Yixing doubts he’s ready to let go of all the success. They never are.

The noise of the door unlocking startles him out of his musing, and Yixing leans on the cabinet -- again adorned with flowers -- to wait. Mr. Wu Yifan walks in, alone, and dumps his keys on the side table before making his way into the living room. That’s when he stops.

He lifts his eyes and shudders, breath faltering. Yixing simply stares at him, waits for him to make the first move. Some of them threaten to call the police if he doesn’t kindly removes himself from their home. Some of them faint. But not Wu Yifan.

Wu Yifan inhales and, as if he’s been waiting for this moment all along, asks: “Are you here to kill me?”

Yixing could say yes, I am here to end your life<\/i>. He could just nod and introduce Wu Yifan to the last days of his existence. He doesn’t, though. He takes an experimental step forward -- Wu Yifan takes a step back. Doubtful. Yixing smiles knowingly. Of course, he’s doubtful.

“I’m here to escort<\/i> you.” he says, hands locked behind his back and chin held high.

By the way he gently nods, seemingly away from this living room and into his own mind, Mr. Wu Yifan looks like he knows what this is about, why Yixing is in his home.

“What a convenient term.” Yifan chuckles half-heartedly, the sound overflowing with sorrow. “Feels like it went by so fast.”

“It usually does when you’re happy,” Yixing explains. He’s been in this world and has observed the human life long enough to know that happiness doesn’t last. Ten years might pass in the blink of an eye when all is fine.

“I thought the same fellow who sealed my deal was going to escort<\/i> me,” Yifan says still from the same spot in the middle of the living room, seemingly unable to move in Yixing’s presence.

“You get whoever is available.” he explains.

Yifan opens his mouth in a long, silent ‘ah’, and Yixing just watches him patiently. The man is composed (or he just looks like it), which is interesting. When humans find out they’re about to die they usually freak out despite knowing it’s coming. Yixing’s dealt with screamers and even an occasional shooter, but the way Mr. Wu Yifan is reacting to the bitter end of his bargain finally arriving is intriguing. If only Yixing could read minds.

“So… How is this going down?” Yifan asks and walks closer. Looks like he’s out of the initial shock.

“You’re having one month’s time,” Yixing says. “The given time is so you can sort out everything that needs sorting.”

Upon notice, Yifan looks taken aback. “One month?”

Yixing lightly shrugs, not moving from his spot. “You had ten years.”

It’s then that Mr. Wu Yifan, much to Yixing’s surprise, shows the first sign of his impending breakdown. A nervous laugh. “If you think I’ve lived a full life, I’ll have you know that I’m only thirty-two. People who live full lives don’t die at thirty-two.”

“You lived a happy life, though, didn’t you?” Yixing takes another step. Yifan stands still. “You had everything you could ever wish for. Do you regret?”

Shoulders dropping and eyes drifting to the ground, Mr. Wu Yifan blinks at his well-polished floor. He smells like defeat. “Is regret it going to change anything?”

“No,” Yixing answers promptly.

“Then no. I don’t regret it.”

During all the time he’s been collecting<\/i>, Yixing’s learned that people who go with sadness -- the ones who regret ever sealing a deal -- are the ones who are being forced to leave something behind. Someone<\/i>. He took a quick stroll around Mr. Wu Yifan’s apartment and he wonders if he’s leaving something behind. Except for a successful company, but those types of things never matter at their time of death.

“During this time I’ll be watching you closely,” Yixing says. “I’ll provide you with anything you might need to complete your journey through this life.”

Wu Yifan gets pensive and frowns at the ground. Then he lifts his eyes with interest. “Can you get me a house in Beverly Hills?”

Yixing blinks. “Will this help your completion?”

He thinks some more. “Not really,” he says, and shrugs.

“Then no.”

From the look in his eyes, he can tell Yifan is trying really hard to figure out what could possibly help in his passage. It’s unusual for them to not have something they want. They’ve had everything for ten straight years.

Instead of talking about his rite of passage as Yixing was expecting, Yifan starts, “When you say you’ll be watching me closely…”

“I mean I’ll be with you every day.” he answers.

The man scratches his neck and pauses before inquiring, “You’re going to live with me?”

“Not exactly. But I’ll be there in every moment. Even if you don’t see me. You can go about your business.”

Mr. Wu Yifan doesn’t say anything for three, four, five minutes. He just stands there in the middle of his living room and lets his eyes trail off. Yixing figures he should give the man a moment to sort out his thoughts and leaves Wu Yifan’s living room behind.



{x}<\/center>



The tagging along part is Yixing’s favorite part. Getting to know every intimate aspect of a human life, all the daily actions, the tiny details that make that person unique, he likes those moments the best. At first glance, Yifan’s life is just like any other life. He wakes up at 7 and makes his own breakfast. Eats in silence, although Yixing suspects that is because he’s aware that he’s being watched. After breakfast, Yifan spends twenty minutes choosing a tie -- he goes with a purple one and marks something in some kind of table he has taped to his closet. Yixing comes closer to inspect and finds out it’s a tie calendar sort of thing, of all the colors available in Mr. Wu Yifan’s wardrobe and all the days of the month he wore that tie. That is…interesting.

“Is that so you don’t wear the same tie twice in a month?” Yixing asks.

Yifan startles, turning around to face the newcomer, pale-faced and wide eyed. It takes a while for them to get used to the sudden appearances. Yixing could set up a time for daily unveilings. Some of the others do it, but he likes the element of surprise.

“Fucking hell, can’t you announce yourself or something?” Yifan takes a deep breath and places a hand on his chest. Yixing smiles in amusement.

“I just did it. Is that so you don’t wear the same tie twice in a month?” he arches his eyebrows. The man squints at him.

“Yes,” he says through gritted teeth. Yixing smiles.

“So you’re one of those careful dressers.” He walks around Yifan’s closet. It’s a big one, bigger than the ones of some women Yixing’s collected. A vast, full closet is usually part of the life of women who seal deals, but it’s rare for men.

“If you mean I take care of my appearance,” the man adjusts the collar of his shirt while facing himself in the mirror, “then yes. I am one of those people.”

“Why does it matter?” Yixing asks while Yifan combs his golden hair. “You’re dying pretty soon.”

“It doesn’t mean I should die like a hobo.” He gives himself a last look -- a good one with chin high and everything. Wu Yifan likes to face the mirror, Yixing notices. It’s most probably because he loves his face. He has a nice face. A memorable one.

Yifan’s workplace is the kind of place Yixing would avoid if he was a human. Lots of paper, phones ringing, people tucked in too much dark-colored fabric. Suits, blazers, skirts. Perfect buns, gelled-up tips, straight strands. Yifan walks as if he’s proud of it. He surely is. A few people stop to talk to him, deliver him messages. They all look up to him, there’s a glint in each and every pair of eyes Yixing looked into that radiates admiration. That’s not very common -- not all of them have the respect of others. Wu Yifan must be very special. He does treat his employees fairly well, Yixing sees, and even though he’s the boss, his office isn’t a big one. It’s the same size as the rest, allowing people to knock and peek inside, greet him with a warm good morning or a cup of coffee. His secretary, a middle-aged woman, doesn’t even knock to come in, just pushing the door open like she’s done it a hundred times before.

It all makes Yixing wonder why a guy like Wu Yifan would do this to himself. Why would he make a deal? To have that<\/i>? People’s adoration? Or was it for the company? Was he poor?

He works late. There’s still a pile of paperwork on his desk when the last employee goes home. He must be hungry<\/i>, Yixing thinks.

“Aren’t you hungry?” he decides to ask.

Just like the first time, Yifan startles and glares at Yixing, rearranging a few of the paper stacks in front of him. “Yes,” he says. “But these need to be done by today.”

“Do you want me to help?” Yixing offers, taking a seat in a chair in front of Yifan, across from his desk.

The man snorts. “Do you know anything about petition work?”

“No. But I could make it easier for you.”

Yifan’s eyes lift from his paperwork and he gazes at Yixing for a while, probably trying to guess what he meant by that.

“You mean as one of those things… To help me with my completion?”

“Yes.”

The idea is seemingly appealing, Yifan’s eyes moving over the table and across his paper stacks. “Would you make it all go away?”

“No, it would just be done.” Yixing sighs, lifting his legs and crossing them onto the table. Yifan doesn’t seem to mind the gesture.

“Like… Without me even touching it?” He bites his lower lip and Yixing follows his movement, staring intently.

“Yes.” he answers, licking his lips and moving his eyes away from Yifan’s mouth.

“Is it possible?”

“If it helps yes, it is.”

Wu Yifan pauses like he means to stand, then he relaxes back on his chair. “Will this cost me anything? Like a day, or a few hours of my last month alive?”

“No,” Yixing says.

“Do I have a limit? Do I get only three wishes and then I’m on my own?”

“No, you’ll have all the assistance you need,” Yixing explains. “As long as you really<\/i> need it. A house in Beverly Hills doesn’t qualify as need.”

“Maybe not for you.”

Yixing chuckles gently and the man follows suit, his smile tight. Yifan lets his eyes wander while smiling as if he’s suddenly remembered something.

“I could save up some time. It’s not like I have too much left,” he says, lifting his eyes to Yixing.

“Do you want me to help?”

Sighing, the man runs both hands through his hair and down to his face. “Yes, please.”

It’s done. Yixing doesn’t move from his spot, doesn’t even blink, legs crossed on top of Yifan’s table and hands entwined in his lap. There’s no apparent change in the paperwork, but when Yifan checks it’s all finished. He widens his eyes and smiles at Yixing.

“Can we go to Rio?”



{x}<\/center>



Most of the single, successful people Yixing’s collected don’t do the home dinner thing. They usually stop somewhere on their way home from their busy lives and grab something. A salad, a healthy option to the greasy burgers and french fries. Wu Yifan stops at McDonald’s and orders 5 giant burgers.

Between huge bites of his meal, Yifan takes a look around the place as if he’s inspecting their surroundings. “Can people see you?”

Yixing shakes his head. Yifan swallows and stares. “So I’m just talking to no one? I’m one of those people?”

“All humans start talking to themselves eventually. Your time has come.” He wants to grin, but figures it would be disrespectful. Yifan snorts.

“My time has come,” the man mutters while chewing. “I’m only thirty-two, not even married and my time has come.”

“Your time came the very day you sealed that deal, my friend.” Yixing can’t contain the grin this time. Yifan doesn’t look fazed. “Why did you do it anyway? The deal? You don’t seem like the type.”

Yifan takes his time, chewing, then finally shrugs. “I guess I was just tired of my life. And suddenly there’s this new, exciting thing--”

“A deal with the devil? That’s your new exciting thing? Most people just go shopping.”

He snorts, placing his burger back on the tray so he can properly focus on Yixing. “I didn’t have means<\/i> to go shopping. Don’t you understand?”

There are people looking. Yixing can tell they all think Yifan is having some kind of mental breakdown; it makes him want to cackle. Instead, he just scratches his nose and stares at Yifan from behind his lashes.

“So you broke out a deal to become rich?” he asks.

“Maybe,” the man offers. “I wanted my life to be different and it seemed like a one-way street; like I didn’t have any other choice. I had a shitty job and shared a shitty apartment with a drug dealer--”

“Wait. Recreational<\/i> drugs or the heavy type?” Yixing asks. He’s collected some drug dealers. They always try to shoot him and it’s awfully unpleasant.

Yifan just looks at him like he’s grown another head, which isn’t entirely impossible since Yixing has two-headed siblings. “You know what. For a demon, you’re fucking weird.”

“I’ve been around humans for a long while, that’s just why.” Sighing, he turns the core of attention back to Yifan. “So, the drug dealer. Your shitty life.”

He takes his burger back in his hands and bites, chewing slowly as if he intends to escape Yixing’s question. That won’t be the case, though, Yixing leans back on his chair and crosses his arms on his chest, watching the man eat. Yifan has an impressively sharp jawline.

Eventually, he speaks. “I don’t know man, I just… I was trapped. I don’t have anyone else, student loans had the best of me and I was left hanging. I couldn’t even afford a dorm. The drug dealer apartment had a low rent, that was all I could afford. I didn’t have any fancy clothes to make a good impression on internship interviews because,” he takes a bite and chews, mouth wide open while he talks. “do you know lawyers are all about appearances, right? So they wouldn’t hire a hobo, which was me at the time. A hobo. Sometimes we use the expression as teasing but I wasthe<\/i> definition. All the money I’d saved working a small cafe on campus was gone and I was broke, homeless, jobless, friendless and suitless, dude.”

“It just looked like the world was against me, you know? I got a job at a gas station, believe it or not, that was the only place that would take me, and it was rock bottom. One day the police dropped at the apartment and they were all over me asking for my roommate and wanting to know about all the drugs stashed behind the couch. They told me I could get arrested for omission or as an accomplice and as I spent the night at the police station I just,” he takes another bite, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand. “I just thought of tuning out. You know? Giving up life altogether, because what was the point? I was going nowhere. But then I thought, I’d been through so much shit, I deserved a nice break. That’s when I got a deal.”

For a while, all Yixing does is blink. He eyes Yifan warily as the other avoids eye contact, purposefully studying his food. It’s almost surreal that so much crap could have happened to a single human being. 10 years of peace and sheer luck were well-deserved after the actual Hell he went through. Yixing feels sorry he has to collect the dude.

“And how did you hear about it?” he pushes.

Yifan has mayo on the corner of his mouth. “Huh?”

“The deal. How did you know you could make a deal?”

“Oh.” He swallows and wipes his mouth with a napkin. “That’s how my parents died. I was nine. They made me promise I’d never do something like that, but after they died I went through their stuff and found this… Journal thing. It had several… tutorials<\/i>. At the time, I was really creeped out. I never read it thoroughly, you know? When I decided to make the deal I went right to the section about it and that’s it.”

“Where did you live after your folks died?”

“With my grandpa. But he passed when I was eighteen. It was tough, but I was off to college and at last I was no one else’s business but my own.”

“Dude…” Yixing chuckles bitterly. “It sounds like the deal was the highlight of your life.”

Yifan looks distant as he answers, “It really was. That’s why I say I don’t regret it. I had these… Awesome, wonderful ten years and I met nice people, had a nice job, was able to actually build something. People finally liked me. I was good.”

“How long did it take for things to get better?”

“A week, tops. I got the first job I applied to, and since I knew I was under some mojo that was bigger than my existence itself I went pretty high and interviewed for this hot shot lawyer company. They took me even suitless.”

Yixing laughs. Yifan smiles and chews.

Silence leads the conversation for a moment, and when Yifan finally brings himself to speak again, he sounds mirthful. “Are you always this curious about your victims?”

Yixing is still smiling when he answers, hand coming to scratch at his ear. “No. I’m only curious about you.”

“Oh, really?” the man inquires, placing his sandwich back on the tray and wiping his hands clean.

“Yep,” Yixing leans forward, arms on the table. “Tell me, Mr. Wu, is there a potential Mrs. Wu?”

“There are several Mrs. Wu wannabes, but I wouldn’t have any of them,” he shrugs. Yifan finally looks comfortable with being insane to the outsiders. People keep buying their meals and avoiding the table with the weird man talking to himself.

“Why not?”

“They’re not what I’m looking for. Honestly, I don’t know if I am<\/i> looking for something.”

What is the point of looking for something?<\/i> goes unsaid, but it’s almost as if Yixing can read his mind.



{x}<\/center>



A week in Wu Yifan’s life goes as rushed and lacking fun as any businessman’s week would go. He conducts his company rather good-tempered, addressing everyone by their first names and asking about dogs and daughters and cousins. Yixing’s seen it before, something called strategy. To win, one’s employees’ trust. Yifan doesn’t make it seem like a strategy, though.

There’s something about Wu Yifan, the way he uses the back tip of his pen to scratch his neck as if there’s an invisible feather constantly tickling him there -- or a blade. Maybe he can feel it, his imminent finale threateningly close to his neck.

Wu Yifan is oddly dazzling. Yixing catches himself watching him from his safe spot in the darkness, peering from behind the curtains that divide this and the other world. He sees Yifan spend nights awake going through his ever growing stack of papers, marking dates, phone numbers, scribbling notes. He sees Yifan take his time choosing a tie, sees him go for the bacon instead of the greek yogurt for breakfast, watches him play the video game in place of reading a Kafka novel. Yifan doesn’t need him for much, but Yixing is always watching.

He’s watching when Jongdae shows up one day, a chocolate bar in hands, mouth stained brown. “Don’t you ever tire?”

Yixing just sighs, not bothering to take his eyes away from the lump on the couch dimly lit by the television glow. “Shouldn’t you be collecting your own?”

Jongdae merely eats his chocolate. “It’s taken care of. Now, you<\/i> shouldn’t pry on your assignment like this.”

“Of course I should pry,” he snorts, finally facing the one by his side. “Prying is what we do.”

“Yeah, but you’re not just prying. You’re paying attention,” taking another bite, Jongdae tilts his head as if to study Yixing. It makes him uncomfortable, so he looks away, back to the lump on the couch.

“We must be attentive,” he says, his throat feeling unusually tight. “they might face some difficulty and we should be able to help.”

“Your job isn’t to guard him, Yixing. Your job is to kill<\/i> him.”

He knows it. He knows everything well enough. It’s just… That… That something about Wu Yifan, about the way he scratches his neck with the pen and chooses a hamburger over salad for dinner and the way he doesn’t pity himself and seems to have come to terms with dying at thirty-two. That something draws Yixing like a magnet.

“He’s… Different,” he says, eyes vigilant as Yifan moves on the couch, buries himself deeper under the blankets. “I guess that’s why I’m interested. He doesn’t do salads or horse rides. He has no famous girlfriends. Don’t you think it’s strange?” Frowning, he turns to Jongdae. “This person doesn’t match the profile we’re used to.”

Jongdae pushes the last of his chocolate bar into his mouth and walks closer to Yifan, crouching in front of the man to have a good look. Yixing rolls his eyes.

“He’s handsome but looks pretty normal to me,” he says. “I think it’s you. You’re the one seeing him differently.”

It’s true. He does see Wu Yifan differently. He might have noticed him differently since he first stepped into his apartment to find Yixing waiting there. But why is that? His habits, his way of dealing with things? Is that all?

Jongdae might have known Yixing’s mind is far from that living room because he touches his shoulder and says, “You know how it ends, pal,” before poofing away.



{x}<\/center>



Yixing should have known something was wrong from the minute Yifan went for the pattern shirt instead of a plain white one. He came to learn that the (horrendous) pattern shirts are reserved for when Yifan goes out with his friends, which happened once or twice during the weekend, but despite him going for that shirt, Yixing just knew he wasn’t getting ready for his friends.

Leaning across the fancy restaurant table to reach for Yifan’s arm is one of the girls from the pictures Yixing sees hanging from the man’s walls. The restaurant is dimly lit, the perfect ambient for lovers. Yixing scowls from his invisible spot on an empty table. The white linen tablecloth with golden details matches the woman’s rings. Yixing scowls again. She’s been talking about her work as a wedding photographer for about an hour while subtly touching Yifan in all the places she judges strategical - or so it seems -, and her smile is one not to be trusted.

Didn’t Yifan say he wasn’t looking for a potential Ms. Wu?

Yixing snorts when the woman runs delicate fingers through her smooth blonde hair, letting the strands cascade around her pretty face. It’s obviously part of her seduction techniques and by the way Mr. Wu Yifan hoods his eyes just to watch her<\/i>, it works. Yixing just can’t understand what exactly he’s watching.

Dinner is cut short when the woman suggests that they move to Yifan’s apartment. Yixing follows them silently (squeezed next to the woman in the cab), but when they glue to each other, mouths eager and wet and loud and seriously<\/i> bothering Yixing’s peace of mind, he decides that he can no longer watch it unveil.

“Does she know you’re set to die?” he says, earning a high pitched screech from Yifan who simply pushes the woman away and tumbles back onto the couch, eyes wide as saucers. Yixing bites his knuckles to prevent any spontaneous cackling.

“What the fuck?” the woman is horrified, looking around the living room, probably trying to catch a glimpse of whatever scared the shit out of Yifan. She can’t.

“Tell her,” Yixing suggests, circling the girl and stopping right behind her. Yifan’s eyes are glued to him. “Tell her she’ll have to find another man.”

The woman sits by Yifan’s side, running hands through his face and shoulders as if coaxing him to come back to this world. Something stirs inside of Yixing, and he frowns. It’s not necessary for her eager fingers to touch him all over<\/i> just so he can snap out of the spook. Her irritant voice is shushing him, forcing him to look at her. ‘What’s wrong?’ she’s asking, and now that Yifan’s breathing is normal, he blinks at her.

“I thought I saw…” he mutters, quickly shooting Yixing another glance before settling on her. “Nevermind.”

“You scared me.” her thumbs rub his cheeks and Yixing is still bothered<\/i> by it. There’s no need for her to create a bond with that particular man. He’s going to die, Yixing is making sure of it. She can’t have him.

“Sorry,” the man says after a long while, his thin fingers coming to wrap around her wrists to pull her hands off his face. “Listen, I think you should go.”

She nods, understanding, “Of course. Will I see you next weekend?”

Next weekend is Yifan’s last weekend. He outlines a weak smile and gently shakes his head. “I’ll be away on a business trip.”

The woman sighs, getting up from the couch and adjusting her clothes and hair. She grabs her purse, ready to go for the door. “We’ll see each other, then,” and right before she leaves, she turns around and says, “Eat better, Yifan. You’re too skinny.”

Yifan chuckles after her, the ghost of his laughter lingering after she’s gone. It doesn’t take long for him to look up at Yixing, face unreadable.

“What was that for?” he asks.

In a split second Yixing is by his side, occupying the woman’s vacant spot. Yifan doesn’t move. “It’s my job to help you detach from your life.”

Yifan snorts, “So I can’t get laid anymore?”

“You should know better, that’s all.” shrugging, Yixing leans back on the couch, shoulders touching Yifan’s arm. He could lean his head on the man’s shoulder if he wanted, they would fit like a puzzle.

Seemingly thoughtful, Yifan mentions, “My last fuck was a disgrace.”

“Tell me about it.”

And Yifan does. He tells Yixing all about the small boy who’s tempted him since the very first day they met and how Yifan’s friends teased him about being hit on by a guy. Kyungsoo was soft, he says. Soft hands, soft eyes, soft smile. He had a way of luring people into his space and Yifan was merely pulled in. Attracted. He’d never slept with a man before.

“And it was awful,” he muffles a laugh, shaking his head with the memory. Yixing just listens. “He was nervous, I was nervous. We had a good time afterward laughing about it.”

“Do you think he’ll miss you?”

“I think I will miss him…”

Yixing looks down at his hands. “If you’re lucky you’ll forget about your life.”

“If I’m lucky…” he sounds away from the conversation, far into himself. Suddenly, he turns to Yixing. “What about you? Will I remember you?”

“It depends on where you’re going.” he answers, scratching the back of his neck.

Yifan frowns, “Can I go anywhere else? I thought I was going to Hell.”

“There are several places you can end up in Hell.”

After humming, the man says, “I wanna end up in the same place as you.”

Yixing stills. He doesn’t know why he stills, his limbs just stop responding and he holds his breath because he fears it’ll come out shuddered.

Before Yixing can come to terms with what Yifan just said, he is speaking again. “Can demons… Have relationships?”

“Of course we can. We were humans once.”

Yifan seems interested, leaning on his side, head pillowed by the headboard of the couch. He looks tired and Yixing feels an odd urge to caress him. He keeps his hands to himself instead. “I wanna know about your human life.”

Snorting, Yixing looks down. “There’s not much to tell. I can’t remember most of it, to be completely honest.”

“How did you end up as a collector demon?”

Now that<\/i> he remembers. It’s the most vivid memory he has of his human life. Yixing swallows and peeks up at Yifan before averting his eyes. “I…” he shuts his eyes and winces. “Will you hate me when I tell you?”

When he finally faces the man, he has a curious expression on. His eyes sparkle with something akin to wonder, studying Yixing as if trying to figure him all out.

“Why do you care?” Yifan asks.

Dodging the question, Yixing clears his throat.

“I killed a man,” he starts. “Cowardly. He stole from me and I made him believe I’d forgiven him so I could stab him from the back.

“He was my best friend, we both grew up in a pirate ship. My father was captain, his father was quartermaster. We were raised to believe treachery is ok.”

“Why you killed him?” Yifan inquires.

“He stole something from me. A token from the one I loved. Turns out he loved the same person and I couldn’t… Forgive him when he confessed. I fled from the ship after killing him. Was dead 2 years later. Shot in a tavern fight.

“I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but my first memory in the afterlife is one of my best friend. He came to… Welcome me,” Yixing snorts a laugh. Yifan’s lip corners tug slightly up. “ironic huh? He asked if I’d finally forgiven him. I apologized instead of forgiving. We’re still good friends, although we’re in different places.”

“Where is your friend?”

“He’s a punishment demon. He gets the ones who can’t forgive or forget. Like me.”

A light breeze blows on their faces and both Yixing and Yifan turn to the balcony doors - they hadn’t realized they're open. Yifan’s white curtains float graciously as the wind waltzes in. Yixing doesn’t startle when Yifan’s hands find his own, curious fingers exploring the slots in between, his wrist, his forearm.

“Funny,” says the man. “I can touch you and you’re warm.”

“Of course you can touch me. The fact that other people can’t see me doesn’t mean I’m not real.”

When Yifan falls asleep on the couch, Yixing brings one of his heavy blankets from the bedroom and watches him sleep, even breathing and brows at ease. He looks peaceful for someone with less than 10 days to live.



{x}<\/center>



The movie theater is showing something that Yixing’s never seen before. Something old and boring in which two men (he thinks they’re two) analyze a picture of a woman in Vietnam during the war. Yixing thinks of asking why Yifan decided to waste his precious time alive with such an awful movie. There are only five days left.

“They’re screening The Hobbit down the street,” he whispers. Yifan startles at Yixing’s sudden appearance, shooting him a judgemental stare. He just shrugs.

“These give me some time to think,” he explains, adjusting himself in his seat. Yixing notices the light frown in his forehead. “I made my will today.”

Yixing hums.

“I thought it would be easier,” the man says a little louder this time. He’s the only one in the screening room anyway, “since I came to terms with my death a while ago. But today I realized that I don’t wanna die.”

Took him long enough. Yixing gazes at him, taking in all the smooth lines of Yifan’s face -- his serene, restrained face. For an outsider, he would simply look like someone who’s watching a movie. “No one wants to die,” Yixing whispers because even when Yifan is the only one who can see him, the atmosphere is such to make him go gently. “Humans are equipped with something called survival instinct. You might have heard about it, Mr. Lawyer.”

Yifan snorts, “Don’t patronize the dying man.”

The sounds from the movie quickly install as no one speaks, and Yixing actually looks at the big screen. The picture is still there, boring as ever, and he blinks. He’s not expecting Yifan to talk so soon.

“You said you were human before,” the man starts, and Yixing turns his head, cheek pressed against the seat. He tries to nod, but Yifan’s eyes are glued to the screen, “and that your friend was also human… Which means you weren’t just reduced to suffering souls burning for all eternity.”

“Are you afraid of the ultimate punishment?” Yixing teases, but Yifan doesn’t laugh.

“Do you think I could be like you?” he turns to face Yixing. “Or your friend?”

Yixing can’t think of anyone willingly walking into a servitude deal. Demons become demons by means of punishment. Whether they’re angels gone bad or humans gone naughty (the real, real bad humans are thrown in the fire pits to burn for eternity). Yifan fits a third category -- the ones with deals, and he’ll most likely end up chained somewhere to starve till his soul is exhausted. But he can still sign a servitude deal.

“You can sign a pact,” Yixing informs, and Yifan’s eyes widen. “You’ll never be able to reborn as a human though.”

“I could reborn?”

“Of course. You’ll be in Hell, not in Limbo.” Yixing chuckles, scratching his neck. “Ok, in Hell you perish until you give up saving yourself. When you give up on your existence, you untie the laces your soul has with your conscience, setting it free to reborn.”

Yifan gapes at him, slightly frowning. “I thought Heaven was in charge of… Creating people?”

“This is about souls. Souls have free will, they can easily bleed through dimensions once they’re set free. So if you decide there’s no way out of hell and you’ll just spend eternity suffering anyway, your soul will leave your conscience. And you’ll cease existing, but your soul will reborn. As someone else.” he sighs. “Now if<\/i> you sign a servitude deal, your soul will be forever bonded to your conscience. And you will always be Wu Yifan. Except you’ll be a demon.”

This is not the first time Yixing explains the ways of becoming a demon to his assignment. Some of them are curious, eager to find a way to keep their minds working, to escape the unknown. Not a single one of them appears to be tempted by the journey, settling for leaving this life and letting their souls choose their own path as it would be.

Wu Yifan, however, smiles.

Later, when they’re in Yifan’s car going back to his house, the man fishes for Yixing’s hand. The touch is almost electric when Yixing is not expecting it to happen, and he holds his breath, mouth parting and eyebrows arching in surprise. Yifan touches his hand as if it’s an item to be studied, attentive to every corner as his curious fingers make sure that everything is touched.

“Do you think you can… Not disappear tonight?” Yifan asks. Yixing blinks when the man looks at him. “I don't want to be alone these last days.”

His old heart staggers, but Yixing nods anyway.



{x}<\/center>



There is a rumor in the underworld brought in by the fallen angels that, during sunsets and sunrises, all angels can hear music. They say it feels like the sun, this universal, mysterious entity, is gifting them with something precious and unique. Something for them to be grateful for doing what they do. Yixing always wondered what would be like to be an angel. Protecting people and being so filled with grace that there is no space for the darkness that often inhabits the ones born in this world. After a while wondering, Yixing learned that angels are void creatures. They lack something -- maybe what brings balance to grace --, and finally, he decided that besides hearing solar music, there was nothing appealing about the angelic lifestyle.

It's because of Wu Yifan that Yixing gets to listen to music while the sun sets.

The man decides he’d like to watch his last sunset alive. Bringing a blanket, some food and a pair of portable speakers, Yifan drives to the beach. Sunsets are always wider when seen from the beach, he’d learned.

Yixing asks if he wants help to set everything up, but Yifan just shakes his head, insisting in tidying everything himself. Yixing just waits. He waits until Yifan is done with the blanket and the speakers, and waits for him sit down with his container filled with sliced fruit. Just then, Yixing sits next to him.

“That’s all I never wanted to be,” the man starts, eyes glued on the horizon. “The man who values stuff when he’s about to die. Yet here I am, hours away from dying and all I want is to watch a damn sunset.”

Yixing chuckles, “You’re not the first and won’t be the last.”

Yifan turns to face him, “I think I’m starting to get depressed from knowing I’m not going to be alive anymore.”

He pats Yifan’s hand in sympathy. “Play the music, you’ll feel better.”

When the first chords of a song he’s heard before starts playing, Yixing inhales. It’s a song about God. Ironic, but it fits perfect. It happens too fast for his liking -- the beautiful tones of orange and pink start gaining shade and depth, and the sun is halfway gone by the first chorus. Yixing only realizes his hand never left Yifan’s when the man turns his palm up to lace their fingers.

“There’s something else I want,” he says, voice shaky, and Yixing’s heart skips a beat. Yifan’s eyes on him weigh more than the hundred thousand lives he’s collected. He’s meant to ask What is that that you want?<\/i>, or maybe Can I help?<\/i>, but his throat appears to be constricted, and his insides are so tight that he feels like he’s being harmed by a mean angel. Except there is no angel near him.

Yifan probably judges he’s not going to answer, so he simply scoots closer, his fingers releasing Yixing’s from the grip and softly skating all the way up to Yixing’s neck. He leans, nose rubbing on Yixing’s shoulder as his lips press wet, gentle kisses to his arm. Yixing’s heart beats so fast and so loud that he won’t be surprised if Yifan can listen. Turning his head ever so slowly, Yixing looks down to meet Yifan’s eyes, and the hand caressing his neck slides up to his chin.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, and Yixing can’t help but smiling. Yifan smiles with him. “Can I kiss you?”

Yixing is still nodding when Yifan’s mouth closes on his, thumb soothing on Yixing’s cheek as his lips peck and explore Yixing’s own. Yifan tastes sweet, maybe it’s the fruit he ate earlier, maybe he’s just that good. When they part, Yifan’s hands touch Yixing’s waist, guide him closer, then move down to his thighs, and he leans his forehead on Yixing’s and Yixing is so far gone that he almost forgets to make sure no one sees them -- it would be awkward for anyone to see a dude Yifan’s size making out with an invisible person at the beach. He snorts and chuckles at the thought.

“What is it?” Yifan asks the hands that were on Yixing’s thighs now traveling all the way back to his face. It’s interesting how touchy he is, how he’s so worried about touching any bit of skin and every corner of Yixing’s body that he can reach.

“I was just… Working a way for people to… Ignore us.” he answers, finally bringing himself to touch Yifan back, timid fingers pressing on cheeks. He’s never done this before -- not with someone from a different plan.

“So they wouldn’t pass by a dude kissing thin air?”

He hums, half of it quickly swallowed by Yifan’s eager lips claiming his, tongue lapping and coaxing Yixing’s lips open once again.




That night, Yifan’s last night, he has Yixing pinned to the bed, holding Yixing’s both arms above his head with one hand while the other grips at Yixing’s hip. It’s exhilarating, the way he feels<\/i> the open mouthed kisses Yifan spreads all over his naked torso, the sensation it radiates. It’s all so different from what he knows, it’s like tasting a new chocolate brand. Yifan hooks a finger on a belt loop on Yixing’s pants and slowly pulls it down. Yixing just watches the front of his pants being dragged down his pelvis to reveal his groin with mild shame. He wants to free his hands and cover his face, he wants to cover his lower parts. He could if he wanted -- if he really<\/i> wanted. What Yixing really wants is for Yifan to keep looking at him that way that makes his whole body shudder, he wants Yifan to keep kissing him as if there’s nothing more beautiful or magnificent in the world.

Yifan’s hands cradle Yixing’s dick, thumb caressing his growing erection through the thick material of his pants. Yixing presses his lips, avoiding an anxious moan. But soon the hand is gone, back on his hip as Yifan comes back up, fierce eyes staring at Yixing. He leans too close, brushing their noses together before kissing Yixing with such a hunger that it feels like there’s nothing he needs more than this.

His hand is subtle when it unbuttons Yixing’s pants, fingers quickly reaching for Yixing’s cock, stroking him like he cherishes him. Hips bucking up on instinct, Yixing lets a moan escape, biting on his lower lip to prevent others from betraying him. His cock is coated in precome when Yifan removes his hand, a few beads rolling down his length to pool at his groin, some rolling down his ass, and the wetness makes him twitch.

Yifan releases Yixing’s hands to drag his pants down, revealing a rock hard erection that has saliva pooling in Yixing’s mouth. He wants to touch it so bad<\/i>, to taste it and to run his tongue all over it, but Yifan is quickly pushing him back on the mattress, a strong look that demands Yixing to stay put, so he does. He runs both hands on his chest because he needs to be touched, and Yifan is taking too long to take his pants off and it’s agonizing.

“Yifan,” Yixing says faintly as he tries to sit up one more time, and one more time, is pushed back on the mattress. He whines as his back hits the sheets, biting on his lower lip. “Yifan.”

“What is it, love?” Yifan knees between Yixing’s legs, using his hands to spread them apart. Then he lies flush on top of Yixing, hands caressing Yixing’s face, easing him into a nearly dazed state. “What is it?” his knuckles rub on Yixing’s mouth, but they’re gone before Yixing can bite or lick, or take anything<\/i>.

“Please,” he breathes. His dick is painfully hard, and Yixing is almost coming just from anticipation. “I need you to--” a kiss shuts him up, but this kiss is not like the others. This kiss gives him a message.

Yifan grabs his hands, bringing them back up above his head, and now Yixing is not even trying to muffle his whines because there’s so much he can take. Yifan, however, wants to take it all. The other hand goes down between them so Yifan can line himself with Yixing’s entrance, and before he pokes at the little, puckered hole with his dick, he circles the rim with his thumb just for good measure, and then he’s pushing. He thrusts the head in and out a few times, just until he can see<\/i> the edge of desperation running through Yixing’s body, and then he thrusts in all the way.

Yifan settles into a slow rhythm, grinding and rocking as lazily as he can to have Yixing hastily trying to push his ass back and ride him faster. It’s mean. So mean, and so damn good. It doesn’t take long for him to release all over himself, white beads of cum dragging down his cock. Suddenly, Yifan frees his arms and sits back on his legs, careful not to pull out. Yixing’s vision is still blurry from his orgasm, and there’s not enough air in his lungs to help him focus, but he can still see lust in Yifan’s eyes as he takes in Yixing’s cock, come all over it. The shame is back, and Yixing reaches to try to cover his face, but he just ends up biting on his knuckles as Yifan thrusts. He thrusts for a while, his dick dragging inside Yixing in a maddening slow pace before hoisting him up and sitting him on his lap. It’s so fast that Yixing yelps, leaning his chest on Yifan’s as his arms hurriedly wrap around Yifan’s neck for safety. He’s tired, he’s never been this tired before, and he’s sleepy which is so weird<\/i>, but he wants to stay lucid, so he blinks. Yifan spreads his ass apart and thrusts up. Yixing can feel his eyes studying him, waiting for him to crumble, expecting him to break. He can’t bear the strength of Yifan’s gaze, so he closes his eyes and goes lax, head falling heavily on Yifan’s shoulder. Yixing allows Yifan to move him, to spread his ass even farther apart, to lift him and them drop him back on his cock and it feels so mean, but so awfully good. And he moans and whines and pleads for more until Yifan himself is on the edge, palms rubbing his thighs then sliding up to his waist and chest, thumbs flicking at Yixing’s nipples. It’s so close. So, so close.

Yifan comes deep inside him, and the rush that the warmness brings urges his second release.

They remain in the same position for a few seconds, Yifan’s arms embracing him, circling Yixing’s body and caressing his back, mouth kissing Yixing’s shoulder and neck. It’s safe. Reassuring. None of them say a word when Yifan moves, lying Yixing back on the bed and settling next to him on his side, head propped up on his hand, elbow on a pillow. It’s awesome how many emotions he saw in Yifan’s eyes since the afternoon -- now he’s being looked at with something that feels like care, love. Love is so fragile, so human. This -- this moment is the most alive and human Yixing’s ever felt.

“I want the servitude thing. The pact.” Yifan says. It’s just a whisper, but it’s heard down and above them, and before Yixing can question him, Yifan is repeating himself. “I want the servitude pact.”

Just like that, he gives himself no way out. Strangely or not, Yixing feels peaceful, so he closes his eyes and allows his subconscious to take him far.



{x}<\/center>



Death can be many, subtle and quick, or slow and painful. She likes to have fun, puts her brother Dream to trick the victims, let them fall into Neverland just to pull them viciously out. Yixing spends the whole night watching Yifan sleep, afraid that Death decides to go hard on him while he’s asleep, afraid that she doesn’t. On him, she works silently. Yixing only knows it has happened when the walls of Yifan’s bedroom are replaced by the familiar white walls of purgatory.

Yifan wakes up moments before, looking too attentive for someone who just came back from sleep.

“Am I dead?” he asks as calm and put together as always.

“Yep,” Yixing answers, eyebrows knit together. “You dead.”

Yifan nods, blinking, inspecting their white surroundings. “This is all too white for Hell.”

Ah, the misconceptions. Of course. Rolling his eyes, Yixing stands up, letting out a long sigh. “You’re not in Hell, you’re in purgatory. This is where all dying souls must undergo trial.”

“Am I going through,trial?” he frowns.

“Not you. You signed for servitude.” Yixing helps him up and guides him to grand, double white doors. “Home is behind these doors.”

“Hell?”

“What we know of it.” he knocks. “But for us, it’ll mostly appear as the dispatch office. If we were mortal souls heading for eternal suffering, it would be a fire pit.”

It’s Minseok who opens the door -- with a scowl. Minseok is always scowling, no surprise there.

“Is this the new guy?” he barks. Yixing wants to chuckle because Minseok is tiny and cute and his eyes are so endearing, yet he’s like a porcupine.

“Yes, this is the new guy.” he says, Yifan meekly waves. Minseok glares.

“Come in. The boss is waiting for him.”

When they get past the gatekeeper, Yifan leans closer to Yixing. He’s probably taking in all the scenery, the Victorian style and all the dark curtains in a room that’s not suppose to have windows. The dispatch office is a nice replica of mundane things -- Yixing once figured that the Boss wanted them to feel some sort of familiarity giving the majority of them is mortal born, thus the reproduction of a fancy, enormous house.

He’s dragged down from his thoughts when Yifan’s hand reaches for his. “Boy,” he says. “I really want to kiss you, but I’m not doing it here.”

Yixing flushes, looking up at him with the dumbest, starstruck human smile he’s ever smiled at anyone. “It’s ok, we can do it later.”

“Ok.” the other says, sighing deeply. “I’m really glad I’m not dead.”

Frowning, Yixing squeezes his hand. “You are<\/i> dead. You are so very much dead. Your death status is so real that you are now a demon.”

Yifan muffles a laugh, “Yeah, but I mean I’m still conscious.” he stops walking when they reach a brown, lustrous door (Boss’ door), and turns to face Yixing. “What I mean is that I’m glad I didn’t forget you.”

Just when Yixing is considering tiptoeing to kiss him, the door to Boss’ office opens, and the secretary clears her throat to call their attention. “The Boss is waiting for you.”

It’s odd how it feels like he’s walking into that office for the first time to receive his orientation. Maybe it’s Yifan. Maybe it’s him who’s got the power to make Yixing feel like he’s brand new.

Yifan smiles at him and inhales, pulling Yixing in with him.

Yes. Definitely brand new.






- the movie they're watching is 'letter to jane'.
- the song they listen during sunset is 'one of us', sarah simmon's version.<\/span>
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Rating:<\/b> G
Summary:<\/b> puppy!baekyeol. There is a thunderstorm coming and Baekhyun is all alone.
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ps 1: can you guess WHY this is a puppy fic? hahahaha

ps 2: this fic has a companion. it's not perfect, but i tried my best <3:

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ps 3: i hope you like it <3333



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There’s a thunderstorm coming, the TV lady said earlier today. Baekhyun had shuddered when she announced, his ears coming to cover eyes because even the images they were showing on TV were unsettling. He hates thunderstorms.

Jongdae’s voice had forced him to peek between his ears, and the sight of his owner’s gentle smile was enough to soothe Baekhyun’s feelings.

“It’s ok,” Jongdae had said as he ruffled the puppy’s hair. “I’ll be right next to you, so don’t worry.”

For a moment, Baekhyun could rest assured. That was until Jongdae’s sister went into labor in the middle or the night and he had to drive her to the hospital. Baekhyun, of course, wasn’t allowed to go. That’s how he ends up alone in Jongdae’s old bedroom that smells faint like Cheetos and fart while there is a ~*storm coming*~.

Normally Baekhyun wouldn’t have to worry about a thunderstorm, not when they’re home and Kyungsoo lives next door just a loud bark away. But here he’s on his own. Not that Jongdae’s family isn’t nice to him -- they are. They all treat Baekhyun like a true family member (they even let him win when they play cards sometimes), but he’d rather stayed the weekend home where he can claw at Kyungsoo’s door and ask for Chanyeol to come sleep with him.

Baekhyun and Chanyeol grew up together. The very same day Jongdae adopted Baekhyun, Kyungsoo showed up with Chanyeol, the puppy too large to be the same age as Baekhyun (it was the fact that he often stumbled that gave his age away). Given the fact that their owners were best friends and<\/i> neighbors, Baekhyun couldn’t have escaped Chanyeol even if he’d wanted. Especially since Chanyeol started to come to his rescue every time there was a thunderstorm. At first, his excuse for knocking on Jongdae’s door unexpectedly was that Baekhyun’s whines were pitiful, but as time went by and he kept coming even when there wasn’t a thunderstorm at all, Baekhyun understood that Chanyeol just liked to cuddle. It was ok for him, he liked the cuddling -- plus, Chanyeol is really warm.

But the minute the TV lady announced the upcoming thunderstorm, Baekhyun’s stomach clenched in anxiety because Chanyeol is not here to hug his shivers away and shoosh him when he starts crying. He should have insisted on spending the weekend at Kyungsoo’s instead of accompanying Jongdae to his family’s house.

And now he’s here. Face buried in Jongdae’s old Cheetos-smelling pillows as he listens to the heavy rain outside. It’s coming. His body is telling him it’s coming.

When the first thunder drops, the rain is so loud Baekhyun’s own whines get swallowed. He can’t even hear himself. So he cries louder, hoping that someone, anyone would barge in and caress his back. Chanyeol is not here, though. No one is.

Baekhyun is considering turning the loud music on when Jongdae’s ringtone screeches from the bedside table. Careful not to get too unprotected, Baekhyun spares one eye and looks at the cell phone vibrating on the table. Jongdae left in such a hurry that he forgot his phone. Well, that could be him with news from his sister, Baekhyun has to pick up. Except the caller is not from Jongdae’s family. It’s Kyungsoo. He nearly knocks the phone down in his haste to grab the device and slide the answer option.

“Hello?” Baekhyun cries.

The voice he hears works like magic to his ears. “Baek? It’s me,” says Chanyeol. He’s whispering, and Baekhyun’s tail wiggles in happiness. It’s so good to hear his voice. “I stole Kyungsoo’s phone when he wasn’t looking. There is a thunderstorm.”

“I know,” Baekhyun says. A particularly mean thunder drops and he whines, ears pressing to the side of his head in a pathetic attempt to turn deaf. “I’m alone. Jongdae had to leave…”

“You’re alone?” Chanyeol’s loud voice booms with thunders as background. Baekhyun shuts his eyes closed. “I’m sorry Baek, I’m sorry.”

“I’m scared.”

“Get under the blankets, I’ll talk to you until you fall asleep.”

Baekhyun’s heart is beating fast, but the funny thing is that while he focuses on Chanyeol’s voice, he can’t really hear the mean, awful, really bad thunders dropping everywhere and threatening his life. He sniffs, nodding -- foolishly because Chanyeol can’t see him nod, but he obeys anyway. Once he’s safely under two layers of Jongdae’s smelly blankets, he sighs.

“Are you ready?” Chanyeol asks. Baekhyun doesn’t answer, but Chanyeol knows he’s listening. He keeps talking. “Today was a good day. I had cookies for breakfast and Kyungsoo brought fried chicken home. Jongin was really happy and he kept purring and licking his fingers. I think I like him better now.”

As Chanyeol’s laughs loudly, Baekhyun’s mind travels to a world where Kyungsoo’s new pet is Chanyeol’s best friend and Baekhyun is forgotten, dirty and alone inside a cardboard box in a shady street corner. Chanyeol used to hate Jongin because the cat kept sleeping in his bed and making his sneeze with all the fur. Now he likes him. They’re there. Together. Meanwhile, Baekhyun is alone several miles away in the middle of a thunderstorm. (Again) Alone.

He whines, tears flooding his eyes and the prospect of Chanyeol liking Jongin more than he likes Baekhyun haunting his thoughts.

“What is it, Baek?” the other sounds worried.

How to express himself without sounding stupid? Baekhyun wraps his tail around himself and says, “Were you having fun with Jongin?”

Chanyeol goes silent for a minute, but soon enough his voice is soothing Baekhyun’s senses again. “It’s only fun if you’re around, Baekhyun-ah.”

Baekhyun is glad Chanyeol can’t watch his entire face turning red. He has to bite on his lower lip to prevent giggling. That’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Are you feeling better, Baekhyunnie?” he asks. Amazingly, Baekhyun is feeling better, so he closes his eyes and inhales, getting a little more comfortable on Jongdae’s bed.

“Will you sing for me?”

Once, when they were still too young to be cool, Chanyeol wrote a song about two puppy boys. In the song, one of them is afraid of thunders and lightnings, but when they’re together it’s like nothing can hit him.

Chanyeol sings him to sleep, and when Baekhyun wakes up the next morning with Jongdae’s phone resting on his belly, he feels safe and sound. The thunderstorm is gone.



~*~<\/center>



They must have known Jongdae and Baekhyun were coming home, because as soon as they step out of the elevator, Kyungsoo is waiting by his door with an excited Chanyeol by his side, bouncing on his feet and tail moving desperately. His eyes sparkle when he shouts Baekhyun’s name. He doesn’t have time to stretch his arms for a hug before Baekhyun is jumping him. By the way Chanyeol’s eyes widen and his ears amusingly up, he wasn’t expecting to be kissed full on the mouth.

“We’re can’t separate,” Baekhyun states after he sits back on Chanyeol’s legs, allowing the taller one to sit up (albeit a little lost). “Ever.”

Jongdae and Kyungsoo share glances and Jongdae says, “Seems like we’ll have to move in together.”<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:16974","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/16974.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=16974"}}],"title":"Until it breaks","published":"2015-04-16T15:07:48Z","updated":"2015-04-16T15:11:42Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"fanxing"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"kissfx entry"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"nc-17"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> Until it breaks
Pairing:<\/b> kris\/lay
Length:<\/b> 7,869 words
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Warnings:<\/b> a\/b\/o dynamics, top!yixing, knotting, lots of dialogue, thoughts in disarray and meaningless plot.
Summary:<\/b> The thing about Zhang Yixing is that he can be the librarian and the hooker. Either way he\u2019s empowered to kill, and Kris is most regularly his victim.
Notes:<\/b> written for the <\/a>kissfanxing<\/b><\/a><\/span> event. a big thx to g for reading it through, to j for cheering me on and cuddling when needed. this is for s, the elf <3



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Someone smart once said that humanity learns little from peace. Pain is hard to forget, but sweetness is even harder to remember. Kris thinks that maybe that\u2019s the reason he can recall most events that took place in his life. Growing up without a mother, discovering that said mother died giving birth to him, finding out that he\u2019s an omega and disgracing his father and all the plans that were made for his unexisting alpha self. He\u2019s had his fair share of pain and although another someone smart said that pain demands to be felt, he\u2019s kind of tired of it.

From where he\u2019s sitting at the library\u2019s second floor he can see the sports centre, the green soccer field and the running tracks. It\u2019s his favorite place to be alone. The soccer field is always empty when he sits there, only three or four human souls running around and exercising (probably the soccer freaks). Kris can also see the gymnasium where he\u2019d be right now playing his basketball game if he hadn\u2019t sprained his ankle two weeks ago. Truth is he\u2019s quite relieved not to be on the court. He\u2019d started playing basketball to assure his father that he was still a guy, that even though he was an omega he could still be a son. It quickly became a part of him, almost like basic instinct. Kris could throw a ball around like he could take a dump. However, going to college and not having his father around made him notice that he doesn\u2019t have to prove himself anymore. And basketball fell into his basket of burden alongside the Physics 4 course he was being forced to take.

A very recognizable noise knocks him out of his thoughts and Kris looks up to face Chanyeol, one of his teammates. It\u2019s almost game time and the team is probably warming up. Chanyeol should be there.

Instead, he clears his throat and nods at Kris. \u201cHey, what are you doing?\u201d

Kris blinks. \u201cChillin\u2019?\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019re not coming? It\u2019s about to start.\u201d Kris knows Chanyeol is talking about the game, he couldn\u2019t be talking about anything else. Basketball is pretty much everything they have in common, and if Kris drops that, they\u2019ll have literally nothing to talk about. He worries about that. Even though he doesn\u2019t have a best friend<\/i>, Chanyeol is the closest thing he\u2019s got.

Huffing, Kris rubs his wrists over his eyes, wincing a little. \u201cI don\u2019t know, Chanyeol. I\u2019m not feeling like it.\u201d

\u201cYou have to be there.\u201d Chanyeol states. \u201cYour teammates want you there. Minho wants you there.\u201d

\u201cFuck Minho.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m serious, Kris.\u201d

Kris is serious too. He couldn\u2019t care less about what his arrogant, self-centered captain thinks. Minho is a great douchebag who thinks that just because he\u2019s the center in court he\u2019s gotta be the center everywhere else. He only cares about his personal goals: being the MVP and fucking all the girls. While Kris is sitting in the library saying \u2018Fuck Minho\u2019, Minho is probably somewhere thinking \u2018Fuck y\u2019all\u2019.

In lieu of voicing his thoughts on their valuable captain, Kris nods at Chanyeol. \u201cWhat about you, what you doing here?\u201d

Chanyeol rolls his eyes, \u201cI\u2019m not playing.\u201d

He doesn\u2019t even have to ask to know that Chanyeol had another setback with their coach. Mr. Choi was never a fan of Chanyeol\u2019s attitude -- Chanyeol calls him The Grim Reaper, which is kinda accurate because Mr. Choi is always sucking their energy and whenever he\u2019s in the man\u2019s presence, Kris feels a little sadder --, and Chanyeol, being the embodiment of a huge and annoying bubble of happiness, is never pleased by the man\u2019s posture. Both have to suck up to each other at the end, but not without some minor events (like Chanyeol getting cut of several games).

\u201cPlease Kris? I want you there.\u201d he says, eyebrows knitting together. Kris hates when he does that. Makes him look like an overgrown puppy, which is kinda odd considering Chanyeol is a beta and betas are supposed to be strong and reassuring.

Kris sighs, \u201cFine.\u201d His peace has been corrupted, there\u2019s no thinking left for him now.



The minute he walks into the gymnasium, Kris spots him<\/i>. In all his bare-arm, firm-thigh glory. Zhang Yixing; the star alpha, people\u2019s favorite (Kris\u2019 favorite, to be honest). Yixing bounces a ball, looking around and probably trying to find someone to toss to, completely aware of how gorgeous he looks. There is a flock of omega girls holding signs and screaming his name near the cheerleading squad. He sees them, smiles and waves at them (Kris thinks he sees Yixing wink at them too) before jumping and dunking perfectly.

The girls scream.

Kris rolls his eyes. It\u2019s not like he can\u2019t relate, sometimes he feels like screaming too. It\u2019s just that\u2026 They\u2019re so\u2026 Stupid. Yixing walks away from the bouncing ball while licking his lips. That. Right there. That\u2019s how Kris knows he\u2019s aware of how gorgeous he is. He knows the effect he has on people and he relishes in that.

The thing about Zhang Yixing is that he can be the librarian and the hooker. He has that cute dimple that makes Kris feel like he can die on spot whenever he smiles. He also has a lean neck and sharp collarbones and fierce eyes, and he can smolder a human being with sexiness. Either way he\u2019s empowered to kill, and Kris is most regularly his victim.

\u201cAre you listening to me?\u201d Chanyeol\u2019s voice speaks, and of course he would have been talking. When isn\u2019t Chanyeol talking? Kris listens to the echoes of his voice even when he\u2019s getting ready to sleep.

\u201cHe looks tired.\u201d Kris answers, blinking at Chanyeol and focusing on Yixing.

Chanyeol sighs heavily. \u201cHe\u2019s probably high. He\u2019s always high.\u201d

Not a lie, but not entirely true.

\u201cHe had a Psych test today, I guess he spent the night studying.\u201d Kris knows that because they\u2019ve talked about Psych the other day when Kris was complaining about Physics 4 and Yixing shared a little on his personal drama.

\u201cHow the hell do you know that? Why are you such a stalker?\u201d Chanyeol inquires.

\u201cI\u2019m not a stalker, we just happen to discuss matters.\u201d he replies. Kris and Yixing are not exactly friends. They just talk a lot. Sometimes Yixing keeps Kris company during his free periods on Mondays.

\u201cAnd why do you have to have a crush on the one guy in the whole wide campus who won\u2019t fuck you on command?\u201d

\u201cThat is not true, he\u2019s not the only one who wouldn\u2019t fuck me on command. You, for instance. You wouldn\u2019t fuck me if I asked.\u201d Kris shrugs.

Chanyeol stops, thinks and considers. Tilts his head. \u201cPoint. You wouldn\u2019t ask me though.\u201d

Kris snorts, side-eyeing Chanyeol. Chanyeol\u2019s eyes go wide and Kris laughs, elbowing him playfully.

Someone approaches them from the side -- Do Kyungsoo from the Literature department. He arches his eyebrows at Kris when their eyes meet, and right after acknowledging him, Kris returns to stare at Yixing warming up on court.

\u201cGood afternoon, gentlemen.\u201d says Kyungsoo.

\u201cHey.\u201d Chanyeol answers.

\u201cThere\u2019s going to be a party at my place after the game. You\u2019re both invited.\u201d Kris hears Kyungsoo say. Yixing is drinking water and the whole thing is enticing.

\u201cThanks, we\u2019ll be there.\u201d Chanyeol says.

Kyungsoo touches Kris\u2019 shoulder, breaking his contact with Yixing\u2019s crotch. \u201cHey,\u201d Kris looks up at him. \u201cAre you ok?\u201d

\u201cYeah. Fine.\u201d he tries to smile, because even if he\u2019s not interested in the beta\u2019s face as an observation point, Kyungsoo\u2019s a nice guy. And Kris is pretty sure he wants into his pants.

\u201cHow\u2019s your ankle?\u201d he asks.

\u201cHolding up.\u201d Kris nods.

\u201cNice. You\u2019ll come to my party, right?\u201d

Kris thinks. He\u2019s not exactly feeling like a party. He feels like lying on his back on his dorm room floor and listening to Soundgarden until sleep takes him away. Or until his playlist shuffles to Slayer and he startles awake. He seriously considers refusing, but inhales and answers, \u201cSure.\u201d

\u201cOk,\u201d Kyungsoo smiles. He has a nice smile, Kris likes his smile. \u201cI\u2019ll look for you there.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019ll be there.\u201d

When Kyungsoo leaves Kris is glad to be able to look at Yixing again, but Chanyeol\u2019s aura stretches all over him.

\u201cWhat?\u201d Kris asks.

\u201cHe likes you.\u201d his teammate smirks.

\u201cSo?\u201d Kris shrugs.

\u201cYou could think about giving him a shot, you know. Instead of pathetically hovering Zhang Yixing.\u201d

\u201cWhy don\u2019t you stay out of it? What\u2019s between Yixing and I is none of your business.\u201d

Chanyeol cackles, which is pretty embarrassing, and Kris looks around to see if people are glaring already. People tend to glare at Chanyeol. \u201cOh buddy, this thing is totally one-sided.\u201d

\u201cFuck you, Chanyeol.\u201d

\u201cWhile you think about him he\u2019s probably thinking of some chick he shagged at the library earlier.\u201d

Kris just sighs because Chanyeol is legitimately tiring, and he could\u2019ve ignored him by now.

\u201cKyungsoo is free and super interested.\u201d Chanyeol insists. \u201cIs this because he\u2019s a beta? Is that why you won\u2019t hook up with him?\u201d

\u201cThat is not the case.\u201d the case is that Kris is ridiculously in love with his teammate. The case is, actually, that Kris Wu wouldn\u2019t let anyone other than Zhang Yixing knot him, and he\u2019d rather not be claimed at all than be claimed by someone other than Zhang Yixing. That\u2019s the case. As pathetic as it sounds.

\u201cYour call, mate.\u201d

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Being the only omega in a basketball team has its disadvantages. Like the locker room. Kris can\u2019t undress in front of his teammates without stirring a fight. Naked people turns him on, apparently, and when he\u2019s turned on people tend to lose their minds. It\u2019s not their fault; Kris knows.

Another thing that stirs trouble is not taking suppressants. Kris had stopped with the pills the moment he set his foot out of his father\u2019s house. The old man was the one who insisted that Kris should take them, that he should avoid going on heat for as long as he could -- Imagine how embarrassing it would be for him to have his son going on heat, staking his omega status and having all the alphas in the neighborhood smell him. Imagine that.

The omega that seats next to Kris in Physics 4 says that suppressants help with the symptoms, and that every omega should take them until it\u2019s time to mate.

\u201cThey help with dehydration, which is very common during the heat period, and also with mood swings.\u201d said Jinri when Kris first told her about not taking the pills. \u201cYou should take ibuprofen when the cycle ends to help with the headaches.\u201d

\u201cI know about dehydration, but I just drink isotonics.\u201d Kris explained.

Jinri snorted, tossing her long brown hair back. \u201cSuppressant pills are cheaper than sports drinks.\u201d

Kris didn\u2019t feel in the mood to explain it to her, how he gave up on the pills all on his own because that was a kind of experience he would like to go through. He would like to go where his instincts would take him.

It always starts as discomfort, the urge to move and get rid of all pieces of clothing touching his skin. Clothes bother him the most during the pre-cycle, but he keeps his cool. Tries to drink as much water as he can, be in a ventilated room and without much noise. When he can\u2019t take these precautions it always hits him faster.

Kyungsoo\u2019s house is packed with people -- there\u2019s barely room to walk. Kris feels constricted, irritable. He frowns while squeezing between at least three groups of dancing people to try following Chanyeol wherever he\u2019s going. He already regrets the decision of attending this party.

Since he left his father\u2019s house it\u2019s the fourth time it happens. He feels hot all over, prickling on his neck, tugging at his stomach. Kris doesn\u2019t keep a cycle calendar, thinks its too much of a waste of time because you can\u2019t try to predict when your heat is going to hit<\/i>. However, as he puts all his effort into not breaking down in the middle of Do Kyungsoo\u2019s kitchen, Kris regrets not having a damn cycle calendar.

Chanyeol quickly finds some better place to be, resuming Kris to himself pathetically fidgeting on his feet, trying not to look uncomfortable in his own skin (which is nearly impossible during pre-cycle). He\u2019s supposed to be in a calm place, not witnessing Pompeii\u2019s last fucking day.

\u201cYou look judgey.\u201d

Kris turns around to face an amused Kyungsoo, beer can in hand and an easy smile on. Kris must have been really wrapped up in his own thoughts not to see him coming.

\u201cCome again?\u201d

Kyungsoo chuckles, scooting a little bit closer. \u201cI mean that you look judgey. Like you\u2019re taking in all the drunk people and mentally cursing them all.\u201d

\u201cI do?\u201d asks Kris. \u201cI was just thinking.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m really glad you came.\u201d Kyungsoo says.

Kris would be flattered by how honest he sounds if he wasn\u2019t about to completely flip out. He literally feels like pulling all his hair out.

\u201cHey, Kyungsoo\u2026\u201d he clears his throat, looking around for possible eavesdroppers. \u201cCan you help me out?\u201d

Kyungsoo probably takes in Kris\u2019 sweat and the desperate look in his face. The beta squints, easy smile falling off his face as he inhales. Then his eyes widen.

\u201cPre-cycle?\u201d

Kris clenches his jaw, nodding.

\u201cThis is\u2026 Not the best place for you to be right now.\u201d Kyungsoo points out.

\u201cI need to go home.\u201d

\u201cRelax, go into my room. I\u2019ll get you a pill, ok? It won\u2019t stop it from hitting, but they\u2019ll ease the discomfort you\u2019re feeling and get a hold of your scent.\u201d Kyungsoo ushers him out of the kitchen, pushing Kris through a small corridor that\u2019s surprisingly not filled with people. He takes a small key from his pocket and unlocks the door before pushing the item into Kris\u2019 hand. \u201cLock yourself before they can sniff you.\u201d

The room is clean, and with the door closed not much of the music can get inside. After locking himself in and switching the lights on, he leans back, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He tries not to think about the fact that his heat is coming and he\u2019s in a house filled with drunk, lustful alphas. By breathing in and out and keeping his eyes closed he manages to calm down.

A knock startles him out of his safety bubble and Kris jerks away from the door, spinning the key to give Kyungsoo passage, but the person who comes in is not Kyungsoo. Kris\u2019 stomach somersaults when Zhang Yixing hurries inside, spinning the key once more before pushing Kris further into Kyungsoo\u2019s bedroom.

Yixing looks up at him, fierce eyes and shiny lips, and holds his hand open for Kris to see a single white pill. \u201cI got this from Jinri. She was getting her face eaten by Kim Jongin so she just told me to bring it over.\u201d

\u201cWhere is Kyungsoo?\u201d Kris dumbly asks.

\u201cHe said he couldn\u2019t trust himself with handling this situation.\u201d Yixing mimics Kyungsoo\u2019s voice and shrugs. \u201cWhat are you waiting for, dude? You need to take the pill.\u201d

Kris grabs the suppressant and swallows it dry, feeling it scratch his throat on its way down. He sits on the edge of Kyungsoo\u2019s bed, rubbing the palms of his hands over his face. Blinking into his palm, Kris takes another deep breath. He knows it doesn\u2019t work this fast, but he\u2019s sure he already feels better.

Weight settles on the mattress next to him, which forces him to remember that Zhang Yixing -- the one person Kris has been fantasizing about -- is locked in the room with him.

\u201cI can keep you company if you want.\u201d Yixing says. Kris lowers his hands from his face, glancing at Yixing next to him. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, I won\u2019t get drunk on your scent if it hits tonight,\u201d the alpha chuckles. \u201cthe pill works for that.\u201d

Kris nods, pushing himself further on the bed after kicking his shoes off. He leans against the headboard, arms around his knees. Yixing follows him.

\u201cHow\u2019s your ankle?\u201d he asks.

\u201cThe same. It hurts less, I guess.\u201d Kris answers.

\u201cDon\u2019t you miss the court?\u201d

\u201cI thought I\u2019d miss it more.\u201d

Silence fills in, the muffled music playing outside being the only sound in the room. Kris inhales, hugging his legs tighter. He leans his chin on his knees, slowly turning around and glancing at Yixing. His eyes are fixed on the lacy curtains in Kyungsoo\u2019s window.

\u201cDo you think it\u2019s going to take long for the pill to kick in?\u201d he asks Yixing, watching his eyebrows arch as he turns to face Kris.

\u201cOh, it has kicked in.\u201d Yixing assures him. \u201cI can barely sniff you. How do you feel?\u201d

He doesn\u2019t feel comfortable, but the sensation of being on edge is gone. He knows it\u2019s there and it won\u2019t take longer than a day to hit, but for now he\u2019s safe.

\u201cI\u2019m good.\u201d he smiles. \u201cThanks.\u201d

Yixing hums. \u201cYou know, I was the first person at reach when Kyungsoo grabbed blindly for someone to save him,\u201d he chuckles, a finger coming to scratch at his neck. Kris always thought he\u2019s one of those people who looks genuinely light, maybe that\u2019s why he likes to watch him sometimes. Yixing feels light. \u201cI don\u2019t think you have a single clue of how much you mess with his mind. He went, like, literally crazy only from your pre-cycle!\u201d Yixing continues. \u201cI think he went to jack off.\u201d

Kris frowns, \u201cThat\u2019s\u2026 I don\u2019t know how to feel about that, to be honest.\u201d

\u201cDon\u2019t you wanna hook up with him?\u201d Yixing\u2019s shoulder bumps with his, and something in his stomach twirls. \u201cHe\u2019d die to get into your pants.\u201d

\u201cNah. Kyungsoo is cool, but not my type.\u201d

\u201cWhat\u2019s your type, then?\u201d

By the way Yixing not even blinks as he stares at Kris, he looks like he anticipates the answer. Which would make great conversation if Kris\u2019 immediate answer wasn\u2019t \u2018you\u2019.

\u201cI don\u2019t\u2026\u201d he shakes his head. \u201cI mean, I know I have<\/i> a type because that\u2019s just something you do have, right? But I\u2019ve never thought about it.\u201d Lies. He thinks about it. A lot.

\u201cI don\u2019t have a type.\u201d Yixing shrugs. \u201cI think it\u2019s not a good thing that you go around expecting a specific kind of person to waltz into your life without considering anything else, you know.\u201d he bounces on the mattress until he\u2019s jumping off the bed. Kris follows him with his eyes to the window, where he takes a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. \u201cThe world is so full of people and possibilities, I don\u2019t like the idea of -- do you want a smoke?\u201d

Kris shakes his head, but knits his eyebrows. \u201cShould you be smoking? You\u2019re an athlete.\u201d

Yixing ignores him, lighting his cigarette and dragging deeply. Before letting go of the smoke, he opens the window and blows lightly. For a minute, Kris loses his senses.

There\u2019s something in that scene, Yixing leaning against the wall, one arm folded across his chest while the other keeps bringing the cigarette to his lips. The wind from outside waves his hair, and Kris\u2019 had little chances of feeling like this. So undeniably certain of what he wants. This is what he wants, he wants Yixing.

\u201cHey,\u201d Yixing\u2019s voice wakes him up, and Kris looks at him. \u201care you feeling ok?\u201d

\u201cYeah, I\u2019m ok.\u201d

\u201cNo, like,\u201d Yixing drags a little more and blows out before walking up to Kris. \u201cto go out. There\u2019s this place I wanna be right now, but I don\u2019t wanna leave you alone. Since Kyungsoo\u2019s ditched on the task of babysitting the omega, I\u2019ll take that as my own.\u201d he smiles, the dimple in his cheek appearing.

Kris snorts, rubbing his palms on his arms. \u201cI don\u2019t need babysitting, you can just go. Thank you for staying with me.\u201d

\u201cAre you kidding me?\u201d walking back to the wall only to throw the cigarette out the window, Yixing laughs. \u201cMy ex-girlfriend felt awful when she was pre-cycling. You need company right now.\u201d

\u201cBut I don\u2019t feel like going out.\u201d it\u2019s true, he doesn\u2019t. His brain might be combusting as he passes on an opportunity to go somewhere with Yixing, but Kris\u2019s muscles feel lazy and all he wants is to lie down. Maybe cuddle. He pats one of Kyungsoo\u2019s pillows and lies down, staring at Yixing standing by the window.

The alpha nods and walks back to the bed, smoothing the pillow next to Kris\u2019 before lying. He lies next to Kris for a while, both of them staring at the ceiling (and the oddly shaped star that Kyungsoo painted there) and listening to faint party noises.

There is a situation he hadn\u2019t quite considered before. Yixing, his teammate whom (he\u2019s awfully infatuated with) he\u2019s used to chatting with before and after practices, has chosen to keep him company over going wherever he needed to be.

\u201cI feel like we should be taking this time to get to know each other.\u201d Yixing says after a long breath.

\u201cWe know each other. We talk during practice.\u201d Kris says.

\u201cNah, I mean get to know each other in a deeper level. Like\u2026 What\u2019s your history? There\u2019s always this question, right?\u201d That\u2019s how movies roll, at least. \u201cSo tell me your history.\u201d

What is Kris supposed to say? \u201cThere\u2019s not much to tell, actually.\u201d he laughs awkwardly, scratching his nose.

\u201cHow did you end up in Seoul?\u201d Yixing asks.

Before he realizes, the answer rolls out of his tongue. \u201cI needed to get away from my family.\u201d

\u201cAh! The ordinary family dilemma,\u201d Yixing singsongs as if it\u2019s a margarine commercial. \u201cI honestly didn\u2019t take you for the runaway kind of guy. You just shout out that freethinker vibe.\u201d

Kris laughs, \u201cI could free think, but I\u2019m just an average college student trying to get by.\u201d

Humming, Yixing scoots just a tiny bit closer. Kris wouldn\u2019t have noticed if he wasn\u2019t ever so concentrated on Yixing\u2019s every movement. He tries not to wrap his mind around that.

\u201cMy mom died when I was a baby,\u201d he continues, because Yixing\u2019s silence indicates he\u2019s waiting for the rest of the history -- Kris is telling his history, after all.

\u201cHow old were you?\u201d

\u201cUm, I was\u2026 A newborn. She died giving birth to me, actually.\u201d

\u201cShit, this is tough stuff Kris. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d

\u201cYeah, me too.\u201d he clears his throat. Kris can tell Yixing\u2019s eyes are fixed on him and it\u2019s somewhat nerve wracking -- he rests his hands on his chest and laces his fingers. \u201cSo my dad raised me.\u201d

\u201cDid he blame you?\u201d Yixing asks, his voice soft and low, and Kris decides that voice could be his lullaby. \u201cFor your mother\u2019s death? Is that the reason why you ran away?\u201d

\u201cPart of it,\u201d he continues. \u201cMy whole family, all the guys and some of the women as well, they\u2019re all alphas.\u201d Yixing gasps and Kris chuckles. \u201cRight? When I came of age they ran the status tests on me, guess who was the only man in the family\u2019s history to come out as an omega?

\u201cAnd you know, being an omega guy it only leads you one way. Marrying another dude. And sometimes men have issues understanding that part. My father, he\u2026 Has a lot of issues. Concerning me.\u201d

The music outside changes to some American pop that Kris is not used to, but the noise intensifies so he figures people like it.

\u201cWas that<\/i> the reason you ran away?\u201d Yixing insists.

Kris snorts, \u201cIt\u2019s not only one reason, haven\u2019t you been listening? It\u2019s a succession of factors and it all contributed to me being here today.\u201d

\u201cIn this very room?\u201d his tone is mirthful and it\u2019s weird, because this is usually a sob story, but the way Yixing is reacting makes it all seem extraordinarily ordinary and all the tension that often comes along with this story disappears.

\u201cIn this very room, with you babysitting me.\u201d Kris elbows him and Yixing squeaks, making them both laugh comfortably.

\u201cIt\u2019s your turn now. What\u2019s your history?\u201d

Yixing turns on his side, \u201cWait, was that all?\u201d

\u201cWhat, don\u2019t you think it\u2019s enough?\u201d

\u201cI think there\u2019s more to it than what you\u2019re telling.\u201d

There\u2019s more to it indeed, but most it\u2019s stuff Kris doesn\u2019t feel like it would make a difference in the end (like the basketball stuff). It all comes down to his relationship with his father, and that part Yixing already knows.

\u201cOk, I\u2019ll tell you my story.\u201d he agrees, resting his elbow on the pillow and his head on his palm. \u201cI\u2019m from Hunan, and I lived with my mom in my grandparents place. I always liked sports, so when scouts for this university came over I thought that I could try it,\u201d he shrugs. \u201cI did, and now I\u2019m here.\u201d

Kris squints. Feels empty. \u201cThat it?\u201d

Yixing shrugs again, but the smile he\u2019s trying to hide tells otherwise. \u201cThat it.\u201d

\u201cI told you a sob story.\u201d

\u201cWhat do you want me to do? Make up a sad past just so we could be even?\u201d Yixing sits up, running both hands through his hair. \u201cI had a pretty good life ok? My dad wasn\u2019t around, but I was happy!\u201d

Accepting it, Kris sighs theatrically, hands flailing and everything. \u201cFine. I\u2019ll see your history.\u201d

\u201cGood.\u201d

They go quiet, and Kris thinks it\u2019s the best moment to question Yixing about the girlfriend he mentioned earlier. Kris knows he\u2019s dated a lot of girls, but none of them was actually his girlfriend.

\u201cSo,\u201d he starts. \u201cThat girlfriend you mentioned earlier. Is she from Hunan?\u201d

\u201cYep. We broke up when I came here because, you know, we both agreed that we weren\u2019t for each other.\u201d

\u201cAre you looking for someone now?\u201d he fishes.

Back to lying on his back, Yixing folds his arms under his head. \u201cAre you<\/i> looking for someone?\u201d

\u201cMaybe.\u201d

Yixing turns back on his side, facing Kris with eyes shimmering in amusement. \u201cOh yeah? Are you waiting for your ~type~ to pop in?\u201d

Kris feels his cheeks flush, heat spreading down his neck. \u201cI don\u2019t know if I should be talking with you about this.\u201d

\u201cWhy not?\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s weird.\u201d

Suddenly the music from the party sounds louder than before. Or they\u2019ve gone completely silent.

\u201cWhy would it be weird? We\u2019re talking about ourselves, aren\u2019t we? Our histories. I told you about my girlfriend. You owe me a love story.\u201d

It\u2019s at the tip of his tongue the embarrassing, completely one-sided love story Kris\u2019 been living lately. He considers telling Yixing and getting it over with. Instead, he laughs it off.

\u201cI don\u2019t have a love story to tell.\u201d

Yixing snorts, back on his back. \u201cI think you\u2019re lying,\u201d he says to the ceiling. \u201cSee, Kyungsoo, even as he\u2019s shielding himself from toppling over you behind a sea of drunk people, is looking out for you. He\u2019s letting you cool down in his room while people rage outside.\u201d

\u201cSo Kyungsoo is my love story?\u201d

\u201cHe could be. I know he likes you. He could\u2019ve stayed and had you for your heat, but instead he got you a pill and gave you a safe place.\u201d

\u201cKyungsoo couldn\u2019t be my love story.\u201d

Yixing sits up again. \u201cAnd why is that?\u201d

It happens like Kris has no control over it, \u201cBecause you are my love story.\u201d he says.

The alpha just stares at him, mouth slowly tugging upwards in an awkward smile like he can\u2019t quite process the words Kris just uttered. \u201cWhat?\u201d

\u201cA pretty unrequited love story,\u201d he lets out a shaky breath followed by weak laughter. It\u2019s not funny this time.

Yixing just looks at him, eyes burning something Kris can\u2019t put his finger on, and it panics him. What if Yixing decides to stop talking to him? What if Kris doesn\u2019t even manage to be friends with him?

\u201cI just,\u201d he hurries, also sitting up, being careful with his knees for them not to touch Yixing\u2019s. \u201cI\u2019ve had this idea about you, and that is why I can\u2019t be with Kyungsoo.\u201d

\u201cSo,\u201d Yixing says after some time. \u201cYou like me?\u201d

If only he could\u2026 Explain. Even to himself. He just likes Yixing. Likes everything he looks like he is and what he seems to be. Kris likes it all. From the top to the bottom, from head to toe, and he feels marvelously stupid for thinking this at this very moment because in a way it feels like he\u2019s saying it out loud.

\u201cYeah.\u201d he says. \u201cPretty weird, right?\u201d

\u201cNo. It\u2019s not weird it\u2019s just\u2026 Life, I guess.\u201d it\u2019s a surprise when Yixing reaches for his hand, thumb soothing over Kris\u2019 knuckles as Kris\u2019 heart thumbs frantically in his chest. He wonders if Yixing can feel his pulse through his hands. He probably can. \u201cI\u2026 Can\u2019t tell you I like you that way because\u2026 I never thought about you in a romantic manner, but--\u201d

\u201cHey, no, it\u2019s fine.\u201d Kris interrupts, swallowing dry and trying his best to make it seem like he genuinely doesn\u2019t care. It takes a lot of effort, and by the way Yixing\u2019s eyes droop, Kris fails miserably.

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They go see the sunrise at the rooftop of some building in Apgujeong. It would be pretty romantic if Kris didn\u2019t feel numb -- maybe it\u2019s the suppressant he took the day before, but here he is, watching the sun rise over one of the most beautiful cities in the world with the man he\u2019s crazy about. Yet, he feels nothing.

Yixing walks him back to his dorm room (they take a cab, actually), and the ride is spent in comfortable silence -- Kris thinks he naps on Yixing\u2019s shoulder, but he can\u2019t really tell.

\u201cI need cuddling,\u201d he says once they reach his dorm building. Yixing arches his eyebrows at him. \u201cWill you come up?\u201d

\u201cFor cuddling?\u201d the alpha inquires.

Somehow, Kris feels like something is different in his relationship with Yixing -- like he\u2019s now allowed to ask for cuddling without minding if there are going to be consequences such as Yixing not wanting to look at him again, or mistaking it as romantic advances. It isn\u2019t. Kris just wants to cuddle and Yixing looks like he\u2019s really warm.

\u201cYeah, I\u2019m sad. I\u2019ve just been rejected and I\u2019m having mood swings. I need cuddling.\u201d Kris pouts. He\u2019s aware that his pouting face is bizarre, but he does it anyway because it makes Yixing laugh.

Laughing, Yixing nods and says, \u201cFine. You deserve some cuddling.\u201d

Kris\u2019 bed isn\u2019t a king size, so they have to squeeze really tight to fit, which is actually awesome. Yixing waits for him to take a shower in the bed, already curled up and wrapped in blankets. Kris watches him for a while, thinking if there\u2019s any way that they could be friends -- if there\u2019s a way Kris would want nothing else.

He clears his mind before getting in bed and allowing Yixing to pull him into his chest, a hand resting on his stomach. Kris sighs, letting his eyelids drop. It\u2019s been a while since he felt this peaceful, and for a few moments, peace is everything around them.

Yixing\u2019s voice breaks the silence, almost like a whisper. \u201cDo you have someone? For your heat, I mean,\u201d he sounds uncertain, somewhat nervous, and Kris is confused.

\u201cNo, I don\u2019t.\u201d he answers.

\u201cOh.\u201d

Not that no one ever offered, they have and keep offering whenever Kris\u2019 scent catches their senses. Truth is he always felt like he was better off alone.

The arms around him tighten, and Yixing\u2019s toes brush over his calves as he brings Kris closer. He feels safe like he\u2019s never been.



His room is dark when he wakes up, sunlight coming through the cracks between his curtains. There is still an arm around him, Kris notices, and a thumb soothes over his belly button. In a flash of memory, he remembers the previous night, and that the breathing fanning his nape belongs to the guy he\u2019s been hopelessly in love for some time now. Kris also remembers his heat will reach him anytime.

Being careful not to remove Yixing\u2019s arm from him, Kris turns around, finding an alpha with dark, disheveled hair and baggy eyes. Yixing smiles at him, dimple gracing his cheek, and Kris thinks that not even the sun could beam so much light.

\u201cHi,\u201d he says, voice hoarse with sleep, then yawns.

\u201cHi.\u201d Kris answers. \u201cI\u2019m sorry about my morning breath.\u201d

Yixing chuckles, \u201cIt\u2019s ok. I\u2019m sorry about mine, though.\u201d

\u201cWhy don\u2019t we go brush our teeth?\u201d Kris frowns.

Yixing scratches the corner of his eye before yawning once more. \u201cBecause it\u2019s good in bed.\u201d He adjusts his arm around Kris\u2019 waist, making a point of not getting up.

\u201cI agree. Should we sleep some more?\u201d

Something flickers on Yixing\u2019s eyes and he bites on his lower lip, eyes dancing across Kris\u2019 face as his hand slides up to Kris\u2019 jaw. Kris\u2019 breath catches, mouth unconsciously parting. Something is going on, he can feel that something is changing right there before his eyes. Yixing\u2019s fingers run into his hair, and Kris closes his eyes. He could be lulled back to sleep, but forces himself awake because something is going on<\/i>.

His eyelids flutter open to be met with Yixing\u2019s eyes strong on him, lips pressed in a thin line as if he\u2019s restraining. Kris would give up anything to know what\u2019s on his mind right now.

When Yixing inhales, Kris\u2019 heart misses a beat. \u201cI should go home.\u201d he says. Seems like Kris has lost his voice, for he can\u2019t bring himself to speak until Yixing is closing his dorm door behind him.

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It\u2019s suspicious that he\u2019s still pre-cycling. Kris goes to class after taking a pill and wearing his scent masker -- he still doesn\u2019t know when it\u2019s going to hit him, but if it hits in the middle of class, he can assure that no desperate alpha is going to tackle him.

He meets Chanyeol in the cafeteria after two classes. His teammate is devouring a whole banana bunch. \u201cYou spent the night with Yixing in Kyungsoo\u2019s bedroom, didn\u2019t you? Did you hook up?\u201d

Kris shakes his head. \u201cNo, nothing happened.\u201d

Chanyeol peels another banana while still chewing the previous. \u201cIt can\u2019t be.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m telling you, dude. We just slept in the same bed, nothing happened.\u201d

\u201cAnd I am telling you that you\u2019re lying.\u201d

Kris frowns, irritated. \u201cWhy the fuck would I lie about this?\u201d

\u201cBecause it\u2019s impossible!\u201d Chanyeol drops the banana and runs both hands (banana-dirty hands) through his hair. Banana residues stick to his strands -- Kris tries not to focus on that. \u201cLook, man. An alpha only releases scent when he\u2019s interested in someone.\u201d

\u201cI know that, I went to science class, you shithead!\u201d Kris yells, throwing a banana peel at Chanyeol, who skillfully dodges it. The peel falls on the ground behind him.

\u201cOh yeah? Can you find another explanation to why you smell like Yixing?\u201d

Kris stills. \u201cWhat?\u201d

\u201cYou reek<\/i> of him, dude. If I didn\u2019t know better I\u2019d say you\u2019re mated. I\u2019m serious.

\u201cBesides,\u201d Chanyeol continues. \u201cI had a weird conversation with him this morning about,\u201d he draws quotation marks in the air. \u201c\u2018dating boys\u2019. I told him it\u2019s fine, but not my thing. He kept asking me if I\u2019d ever wanted to date a boy and stuff like this. I told him no, but I wouldn\u2019t mind if I had.\u201d

Kris\u2019 stomach flutters agonizingly and he balls his hands, blinking as fast as he can in order to get his thoughts adjusted, because he can\u2019t go around thinking stupid stuff like this -- he can\u2019t start considering stuff like this. Yixing told him himself: He never thought about Kris romantically.

\u201cHe told me he\u2019s not interested yesterday,\u201d he says, voice weak and eyes unfocused.

\u201cYou confessed?!\u201d Chanyeol questions.

\u201cI just- I mentioned-\u201d

\u201cThen he lied,\u201d his friend says. \u201cbecause I\u2019m pretty sure your thing is not unrequited anymore.\u201d

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It hits him two days later, when he\u2019s getting ready for class. Kris is just about to grab his backpack when a shiver runs down his spine -- except it\u2019s a lot more than a shiver. It sends his head spinning, his vision darker and his knees to the ground. Kris clutches his stomach, biting on his lower lip in order to try to calm himself down, but it seems like there\u2019s no more delaying.

The discomfort is back full force, body sensitive and arousal building as he puts all his effort into standing up. Kris wants to shred all his clothes, claw it all off because it feels like a thousand ice needles poking him unceasingly. Rubbing hands on his face, he tries to inhale and exhale, control his breathing. It\u2019s the worst idea ever.

Kris picks a distinct scent, a scent he\u2019s pretty sure he\u2019s smelled before because it makes his head fuzzy and triggers his memory. And it\u2019s coming from him<\/i>. Chanyeol\u2019s voice invades Kris\u2019 mind - You reek of him<\/i> - and he realizes the scent that\u2019s coming from him is Yixing\u2019s.

Just from the thought, Kris\u2019 cock twitches and he reaches down to squeeze it, moaning in agony. He pulls at his t-shirt, cursing under his breath as his heartbeat speeds. It\u2019s only going to get worse if he doesn\u2019t take care of it. Usually he would have jerked off by now, but something is holding him back.

Without a second thought Kris forces himself up and sprays half a flask of scent masker over his body, throwing all the content of his backpack on his dorm room floor to fill the bag with a few bottles of isotonic and his pill supply. He knows he\u2019ll have to go fast if he doesn\u2019t want betas and alphas to sniff him after his masker wears off, so Kris leaves his room and hurries to the alpha dorm building.

No one seems to notice his situation, and soon enough he\u2019s knocking on Yixing\u2019s door, both mentally asking what the hell he\u2019s doing there and praying that Yixing is there and will let him in.

He is. Fresh out of the shower, a towel hanging around his neck and beads of water rolling down his chest under his t-shirt. Kris inhales.

\u201cKris\u2026?\u201d Yixing frowns.

\u201cThey say I smell like you.\u201d Kris blurts, breath shaky. His underwear is soaked and he wants so bad to get rid of it.

Yixing picks on his scent, eyes going wide and mouth parting as his cheeks color deeply. He sighs, pulling the towel from his neck. He looks so gorgeous, so beautiful. \u201cYou do smell like me.\u201d

\u201cIt means something, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d Kris wants to push him inside and pull his pants down. Yixing is starting to get aroused and Kris can feel; it\u2019s calling him, begging him to come closer, to let his alpha touch him.

Yixing pauses before speaking, his eyes running down Kris\u2019 body and stopping at his crotch, marked with a wet spot. His hands are shaking when they reach to lightly pinch at Kris\u2019 t-shirt, seemingly uncertain, pondering over dragging him in or letting him out.

\u201cI\u2019ve never had a man before.\u201d he says.

Kris grabs his hands, locking his fingers around Yixing\u2019s. \u201cThen I\u2019ll be your first. Just please, let me in.\u201d

A few moments might pass, but to Kris it\u2019s almost like an eternity stretches until the moment Yixing\u2019s fingers tighten around the fabric of his shirt and he\u2019s yanked into the room, the door closing behind him with a thud. They remain silent for a while, gazing at each other, their heavy breathings mixing while both minds work on something to say. Kris thinks there isn\u2019t much to be said, so he surges forward and locks his mouth on Yixing\u2019s.

The alpha gasps against his lips, but allows Kris\u2019 eager tongue to sneak in between, his hands timidly sliding up to the collar of Kris\u2019 shirt.

He knows this isn\u2019t the moment to blabber, but Kris feels like if he doesn\u2019t say it he\u2019ll explode. \u201cI want you -- so fucking much.\u201d

His words seemingly trigger something in Yixing, for the next thing the alpha is winding a hand through Kris\u2019 hair and pulling his head back. From behind his lashes Kris can see his eyes darken, and it\u2019s like all air has been punched out of him.

\u201cYou\u2019re so much trouble<\/i>,\u201d Yixing whispers, his free hand coming to wrap around Kris\u2019 neck, thumb slightly pressing. Kris swallows. His whole body trembles with anticipation, he fears he\u2019s about to spontaneously combust. \u201cmessing with my mind.\u201d

Yixing\u2019s hands slide down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it all the way up until Kris is shirtless. His eyes travel down Kris\u2019 exposed chest, leaving a trail of fire. A low, dangerous chuckle comes out of his throat as he unzips Kris\u2019 pants. Yixing takes Kris\u2019 cock out with so much care, his fingers gently rubbing the tip and spreading precome all over the head. Kris shudders, not helping falling on Yixing\u2019s bed on his elbows. The alpha smiles at him, inspecting his wet fingers right before removing his shirt himself. Kris crawls back on the mattress, spreading his legs and Yixing follows him, kneeling until he\u2019s in front of Kris, towering over his laid body. Kris\u2019 dick aches with want.

\u201cHow do you want this?\u201d Yixing asks.

Kris clears his throat, \u201cAny way you want.\u201d

\u201cOk.\u201d the alpha palms his length, stroking it carefully and painfully slowly. Kris closes his eyes, letting his head hit the mattress. It\u2019s like all the blood in his body is going insane, pumping so fast that his heart will stop. He bites on his lower lip when Yixing\u2019s pace fastens, and suddenly there\u2019s a tongue licking at his head. He moans, propping himself on his elbows as he watches Yixing suck him, ever carefully, as if Kris would break if he\u2019s handled negligently.

Yixing licks at the underside, dragging his tongue all the way from the base of Kris\u2019 cock to the tip. He gives the head a few licks and Kris whines, closing his hands around the bed sheets. His toes curl as the edge reaches him, and Kris tries to hold himself back, because he can\u2019t come. They\u2019ve barely started, he can\u2019t fall apart just yet.

\u201cYou can come.\u201d Yixing says, and Kris\u2019 head snaps up to face him. \u201cThis isn\u2019t all you\u2019re getting. Just come already.\u201d

So he does, body falling limp and lax on the bed as streaks of white paint his own stomach and thighs. Kris sighs contently, blinking white spots away from his vision. He focuses on Yixing kneeling in front of him, the alpha stroking his own cock. Sweat rolls down Yixing\u2019s forehead, and Kris thinks he\u2019s never looked so beautiful.

\u201cDo you wanna get on your stomach for me?\u201d he asks. Kris licks his lips, turning around silently. He rests his cheek on the sheets as Yixing\u2019s hands part his ass, a finger circling Kris\u2019 soaked entrance. He moans, clenches as Yixing\u2019s finger protrudes just a bit. \u201cYou\u2019re so tight. Have you ever<\/i> had an alpha?\u201d

Kris swallows dry, sweat stinging his eyes, but he doesn\u2019t care. Nothing matters right now. \u201cNo.\u201d

Yixing hums, his finger sliding into Kris\u2019 hole and what it makes him feel<\/i>, \u201cAm I your first?\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019re the only one I\u2019ve ever wanted.\u201d he says, voice weak as he feels Yixing lean over him, his chest flush against Kris\u2019 back. He kisses Kris\u2019 neck, his shoulder, his cheek, bites at his ear and leans even closer. That\u2019s when Kris feels something poking at his entrance, and his back involuntarily arches.

Yixing shushes him, kissing his neck. \u201cThis usually hurts, but you\u2019re so wet that I think it\u2019s going to feel good from the start.\u201d

Kris' hole swallows Yixing's cock with a wet sound. It's a tight fit, but it feels so damn good. While sliding in, Yixing keeps planting gentle kisses on Kris' back, whispering words of assurrance. Once he's seated, he moves away from Kris' back and Kris whines at the loss of warmth, but Yixing's hands rest around his waist, lifting his ass and positioning him better.

At first the pace is slow, tentative, Yixing pulling away until just the head is inside. He spreads Kris' cheeks to make the glide in easier. This time when he buries himself, he pokes just a bit further, hitting such a spot that sets Kris' insides on fire. He whines loudly, trying to rise on all fours, but Yixing pushes him back and thrusts harder.

\"Hit that,\" Kris pants, \"harder,\"

\"I don't wanna hurt you.\" The alpha says, hands still holding Kris ass apart.

\"I can take it. Please, Yixing, I can take it,\" he turns his head around and shoots a pleading look. Yixing sighs and pulls out, eyes never leaving Kris' as he pushes in. Slowly, the rhythm gains speed, and it's like Kris will split in half. He pleads and moans, cock throbbing to be touched, yet he doesn't. He doesn't want to touch himself, wants to come from Yixing's cock.

Hips halting with a last slam, Yixing grows inside him. Kris tears up, mouth ajar and nipples hard. He wants to rub and pinch them so much, but won't. He bites on his lip as hard as he can, whining at the mix of pain and pleasure he's never felt before. So this is what it feels to have an alpha, to feel complete to a new level he didn't even know was possible. Yixing tells him not to move, hands soothing over Kris\u2019 back and neck. He rocks his hips slowly, carefully hitting his knot on Kris\u2019 prostate, and Kris comes sucking all air into his lungs, panting in shudders as his leg twitches. Yixing thrusts a few more times before releasing inside Kris and letting himself lean back over the omega. He's tired and spent and there's come seeping out of his hole, but Kris smiles anyway. It takes half a minute or so for Yixing\u2019s cock to retract, and Kris winces when he pulls out, rolling on his back.

The alpha returns his smile with a chuckle. His eyes sparkle radiantly, Kris would like to think that he's the reason.

\"Do you want some water?\" he asks, dragging a thumb on the side of Kris's mouth.

Kris touches his wrist, sliding his hands up the other's arm. \"I brought my stuff. Grab my backpack for me?\"

Yixing looks at his backpack on the ground and hops off the bed to get it. Hurling it at Kris, he says, \"Listen, I have a test today. And I'm already late.\"

\"Oh...\"

His eyes widen and he hurries back to bed. \"No, no! I wanna ask you to stay. Lock everything and wait for me to return.\" Yixing fishes Kris hand. \"I promise it won't be long.\"

Kris doesn't mind how long he'll take to return when Yixing is asking him to stay with those eyes. He just sighs, nodding.

Yixing kisses him one last time before leaving, and when he goes through the door with the promise of coming back, Kris' chest aches, but in a good way. This is the kind of pain he wouldn't mind bearing with.
<\/a><\/table>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:16641","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/16641.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=16641"}}],"title":"All flowers need shadows","published":"2015-04-16T15:03:11Z","updated":"2015-04-16T15:09:18Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"fanxing"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"kissfx entry"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> All flowers need shadows
Pairing:<\/b> kris\/lay
Length:<\/b> 3,105 words
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Warnings:<\/b> hades & persephone au
Summary:<\/b> Yifan doesn\u2019t care that Yixing\u2019s mother is protective, he doesn\u2019t care that the land of the living will perish without him. He couldn\u2019t care less about all this. Yixing is all he wants.
Notes:<\/b> written for the <\/a>kissfanxing<\/b><\/a><\/span> fic event. this is a tragic mess. i\u2019m so deeply sorry.



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The agreement was that Yifan wouldn\u2019t return to the upper world. He was to stick to his own domain, his valley of shadows and lost souls - the last destination of humankind. For a while it was enough, it\u2019s been enough for ages. Yet recently he\u2019s been feeling kind of void. Like something is missing. Maybe he is missing the light after so many years of heart wrenching cold and solitude. It\u2019s not like he\u2019s the only one in the whole wide underworld. He\u2019s just feeling like it.

That\u2019s why he boards the boat.

\u201cMaster,\u201d says Minseok, his ferryman. Minseok isn\u2019t used to carrying people to the world of living. It\u2019s always the other way around. \u201cMay I ask?\u201d

Yifan sighs, entwining his hands behind his back. \u201cI\u2019m paying my brother a little visit.\u201d

\u201cWhich one, sir?\u201d

\u201cThe youngest.\u201d

There\u2019s silence for a while, then Minseok is clearing his throat before shifting the paddle to the other side. \u201cWhy not take the other way? I\u2019m afraid I won\u2019t be able to take you straight to the Olympus.\u201d

\u201cI know that. Going past Cerberus would be a lot more troublesome.\u201d

Minseok snorts. \u201cI\u2019m sure he wouldn\u2019t mind your presence.\u201d

Yifan snickers, \u201cAre you kidding me? He would\u2019ve created a ruckus, that dog.\u201d

\u201cHe just misses you, Master.\u201d



The land of the living has changed since the last time Yifan was allowed to roam (he\u2019s still not allowed, but). There are large, wooden constructions now in place of the wide fields he\u2019d grown accustomed to. The people are busier, running from place to place like ants. It\u2019s still beautiful, though, never fails to amaze him.

He finds a flower field near the Olympus, a wide one. So wide he can\u2019t see the end of it, well-cared for and colorful, blooming with life. Yifan didn\u2019t even notice how much he\u2019d missed a view like that. He walks around, taking in every bit of color spreading in stripes across the meadow. If he tugs his memory a bit the names will come back to him -- daisies, tulips, the little white ones he knows, but can\u2019t recall the given name.

Amid forcing his dusty brain engines to work on that white flower name, petals of another kind shower him. He startles, blue petals falling from his shoulders and hair when he turns around to face a young man -- a boy, actually -- wavy, naturally messy hair looking so bright Yifan might have been blinded by the light emanating from him. Should a human shine that bright? Is he a god? Demi? Who is he?

\u201cOh. Sorry, I didn\u2019t see you there.\u201d says the boy smiling apologetically. He carries a basket filled with flowers of all kinds.

Yifan blinks. \u201cNo, it\u2019s fine. It was my fault, actually, I should have announced myself.\u201d

The boy hums and says, \u201cI\u2019ve never seen you around.\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s because I don\u2019t come here often.\u201d Yifan explains, tilting his head a little. This person is here, in this wide field nearly out of the land of the living and all by himself. Yifan\u2019s presence should scare him, give him some chills and his survival instinct should have kicked in by now.

Instead, the boy grins, hugging his flower basket. \u201cNice to meet you then. I\u2019m Yixing.\u201d

Yixing. \u201cBeautiful name. I\u2019m Yifan.\u201d

\u201cYifan.\u201d Yixing tests out, eyes narrowing slightly. \u201cI think I\u2019ve heard about you. You\u2019re not supposed to be here, are you?\u201d

He chuckles, downing his eyes because Yixing is giving him a look that\u2019s far too cute from what Yifan can handle. \u201cNot really.\u201d

Yixing nods, the corners of his mouth stretching further as he turns to glance at the flowers surrounding them. \u201cSay, Yifan, what do you think of my babies?\u201d

\u201cUh?\u201d

\u201cMy flowers. They\u2019re all mine. I take care of them since I was little. My mama says I\u2019ll be taking care of trees and whole forests soon, when she retires.\u201d

Yifan squints. The petals suddenly falling all over him. A wide, endless field seeming too large for a human to take care all by himself. That\u2019s when it hits him. \u201cOh\u2026 You\u2019re Spring\u2019s son.\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s my mama.\u201d Yixing laughs, and it sounds like pure joy, so honest and genuine. Something grips at his chest, burns. Something he\u2019s never felt before. He tries to reach for it, but all he can touch is the fabric of his chiton.

\u201cYou\u2019re doing a nice job.\u201d his voice comes out quite weak, and he hopes he doesn\u2019t look as pathetic as he feels.

\u201cYou\u2019re too kind.\u201d Yixing smiles, holding the basket out for Yifan. \u201cDo you want them? I was collecting some for my siblings, but then I get them flowers everyday.\u201d

\u201cOh no, don\u2019t bother. Give them to someone who will add to their beauty.\u201d he lightly touches one of the flowers that\u2019s almost falling out of the basket with the pads of his fingers circling the petals.

\u201cThat\u2019s why I thought you could take a few.\u201d Yixing giggles before pulling the flower out and handing it to Yifan. \u201cI need to go, Yifan. I hope we can meet again.\u201d

Yifan stares at the flower -- it\u2019s one of the whites he can\u2019t remember the name --, then lifts his head and watches the boy walk away until he\u2019s out of sight.

\u201cI hope so too\u2026\u201d he whispers, the name echoing in his mind just like the burn in his chest that won\u2019t cease. Yixing. Yixing.

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It\u2019s embarrassing enough to barge into your younger brother\u2019s house uninvited, even more is to beg for something. On your knees.

\u201cKyungsoo, I\u2019m begging you.\u201d Yifan pleads. \u201cI need to have him.\u201d

Kyungsoo has always been wise, a bit selfish, but reasonable. Yifan figures he won\u2019t have to beg too much, considering Kyungsoo still respects him as an elder brother.

\u201cYou see, brother, that\u2019s my offspring you\u2019re asking for.\u201d Kyungsoo says. \u201cHis mother is quite protective, she won\u2019t let him go.\u201d he stands up from his throne, walking right past Yifan's humiliating position on the ground toward a fruit bowl on the table. Guessing there\u2019s no reason left for him to keep kneeling, Yifan stands up as well, following his younger brother. \u201cSpring doesn\u2019t have much time left, she\u2019s passing it all to her son.\u201d

Maybe the fact that he doesn\u2019t care about all the crap surrounding Yixing and his duty as the new Spring God is the actual reason why he was the one bound to the underworld. He couldn\u2019t have gotten the seas or the skies because he doesn\u2019t care enough to be their overlord. Yifan doesn\u2019t care that Yixing\u2019s mother is protective, he doesn\u2019t care that the land of the living will perish without him. He couldn\u2019t care less about all this. Yixing is all he wants.

\u201cI have been locked up for ages,\u201d he starts. \u201cI kept my part of the bargain, didn\u2019t I? I sacrifice myself everyday for all of your sakes.\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019re the oldest, brother. That\u2019s exactly what you\u2019re supposed to do.\u201d his brother frowns, popping a grape into his mouth.

\u201cYeah? Then pay me some respect. I want Spring\u2019s son, and I shall have him.\u201d

Kyungsoo stares at him as he chews, probably wondering what damages Yifan could cause if denied.

\u201cAlright.\u201d the younger sighs. \u201cAlright. We must plan this carefully, Spring can\u2019t suspect anything.\u201d

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Yifan returns the next day, having planned all things with Kyungsoo previously. He visits the garden, sitting on the grass and among the flowers, waiting -- hoping that Yixing will show up. He does indeed, and Yifan sits quietly, waits for his moment. The last thing he wants is to scare him.

Yixing looks even more beautiful than what Yifan remembers, his beige vests seem to work in favor of all the light that radiates from him. Yifan is nearly blinded. It takes a few moments until the boy notices him, eyebrows arching and mouth stretching in a smile. Yifan stands up, patting dirt off his clothes before walking toward the boy.

\"You're back,\" Yixing mentions, arms securing the same basket he carried the other day. \"It must be getting easy to escape the underworld these days.\"

Yifan chuckles, \"It's my domain, I leave whenever I want.\"

The boy frowns, \"You said yourself that you're not supposed to be here.\"

\"Yeah, but,\" My brother and I came to an agreement concerning you, in which I can snatch you from the arms of your loving mother and make you my companion in the Valley of the Afterlife<\/i>. Instead, Yifan shrugs and completes: \"I'm not used to playing by the rules.\"

Much to Yifan's surprise, Yixing breaks in laughter. He does that cute thing where he covers his mouth with his hand, and if Yifan wasn\u2019t already smitten, he\u2019d be instantaneously hooked.

\u201cDid you come for the flowers?\u201d he asks once the laughter ceases.

Yifan crosses his arms, \u201cYeah. I\u2019m here for the flowers.\u201d

Yixing hums, slowly walking away, basket hanging from a hand while the other inspects the flowers. Yifan follows him, careful to keep his distance.

\u201cThey look lively,\u201d he says. \u201cThere aren\u2019t many flowers in my domain.\u201d

The boy gasps, turning around to face Yifan with wide eyes. \u201cThere aren\u2019t flowers?\u201d

\u201cThe ones who walk into the underworld don\u2019t exactly worry about such matters.\u201d Yifan explains and shrugs.

\u201cMaybe your ferryman should take flowers instead of coins.\u201d Yixing jokes, mouth stretching in a little smile. Yifan squints, licking his lips and figuring this is the perfect time to put his plan in action.

\u201cOr<\/i>,\u201d he starts, reaching for the basket and picking a yellow flower. Yixing watches him attentively, eyes dancing across Yifan\u2019s face. \u201cYou could bring some flowers over. That place could use some decoration.\u201d

The other falters, mouth opening in uncertainty. He inspects his surroundings seemingly afraid that someone might have overheard. \u201cI could give you some.\u201d he hands Yifan the basket. \u201cYou can take these and carry them to your domain.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m afraid they won\u2019t last long with me,\u201d he frowns. \u201cit would be good if you came yourself.\u201d

\u201cUh,\u201d Yixing quickly looks down, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his chiton. \u201cthat wouldn\u2019t be possible.\u201d

\u201cAnd why not?\u201d he\u2019s not sure if he should be daring to, but Yifan takes a step further. Yixing doesn\u2019t move.

\u201cMy- My mother. She doesn\u2019t like to lose sight of me.\u201d the boy chuckles half-heartedly.

It\u2019s curious how unhappy he sounds, how dissatisfied in being chained in place by his psychotic mother (Yifan had heard rumors about Spring) he looks. It stirs something in Yifan, an urge to wipe that expression of Yixing\u2019s face.

\u201cShe won\u2019t even notice you\u2019re gone.\u201d Yifan insists, but Yixing snorts.

\u201cBelieve me, she will.\u201d he looks at Yifan with apologetic eyes. \u201cI would really love to come. It\u2019s been ages since I left Olympus and Mother was always with me. There is so much I\u2019d like to see, to explore.\u201d sighing, Yixing looks down once more. Yifan inhales.

Kyungsoo was wrong. According to his brother, Yixing would jump into the opportunity of leaving the Olympus, because the boy is so exhausted of his mother that any chance to leave old Spring would have been appreciated. Here\u2019s Yifan offering said opportunity, yet, Yixing doesn\u2019t seem that eager to jump into. Doesn\u2019t mean he\u2019ll give up, though, so he sighs and takes one last step closer, daring to reach for Yixing\u2019s arm. The boy snaps his head up at the touch, and for a second Yifan thinks he\u2019s going to yank his arm. He doesn\u2019t.

\u201cYou\u2019ll be back before she notices you\u2019re gone.\u201d

There\u2019s a glint in Yixing\u2019s eyes, and momentarily Yifan thinks he considers. \u201cShe\u2019d die if something happens to me.\u201d

Yifan rubs a thumb over Yixing\u2019s soft skin, and the boy\u2019s eyes follow his movement for a brief moment before settling back on his face. \u201cI won\u2019t let anything happen to you. Come with me.\u201d

Yixing\u2019s eyes lose focus, and when he looks up, the glint is back.

--

\u201c... and this one is a Lily.\u201d Yixing passes the flower to Minseok, who delicately takes it and brings it closer to his face, wide eyes studying the bloom. Yifan holds a snort back.

\u201cIt\u2019s beautiful.\u201d the ferryman faces Yixing in astonishment, mouth ajar.

Yixing smiles knowingly. \u201cI know. I\u2019ve been growing them since I was really tiny. Don\u2019t you think they\u2019d make better fare than coins<\/i>? Coins are so boring.\u201d his face suddenly lights up. \u201cFlowers are pretty.\u201d

A minute passes before Minseok chuckles, putting the flower back in Yixing\u2019s basket and turning to Yifan. He says, \u201cHe really is Spring\u2019s son.\u201d

As they walk to Yifan\u2019s palace, Yixing marvels. He takes in every detail of the architecture and what makes the underworld what it is. Yifan surprises in noticing he doesn\u2019t look as frightened as he feared (even with all the imprisoned ones wandering with chains on their calves). In fact, Yixing looks interested.

\u201cAre they all being punished?\u201d he asks when they pass Phlegethon, the river\u2019s strong flames engulfing souls inside.

\u201cSome of them, yes.\u201d Yifan answers. The souls burn in waves of fire and Yixing watches it all, ecstatic.

\u201cThey seem in a lot of pain.\u201d he says in a near whisper. Before they leave Yixing walks closer to the river without saying anything and crouches, depositing three flowers on the ground.

He leaves a trail of flowers in his wake. Yifan thinks soon there is going to be a path of colorful bushes in the underworld.

When his palace comes in sight, Yixing gasps. \u201cYou live there<\/i>?\u201d

You\u2019ll live there too<\/i> he wants to say. Instead, Yifan hums, placing a hand on Yixing\u2019s back. \u201cI have a useless garden over there. Maybe you can help me?\u201d

\u2018Garden\u2019 works like a magical word. Yixing whoops, running ahead and entering Yifan\u2019s mansion not even caring about the guards (usually scary guys, but Yifan is finding that a lot of things about Yixing just don\u2019t fit his profile). The boy keeps turning around, calling out for Yifan to catch up and lead the way to his garden, but it\u2019s not actually necessary. Yixing finds it on his own -- almost as he just knows<\/i> where it is.

\u201cTell me where you want me to grow them.\u201d he says excitedly, running his eyes across the lawn and crouching to touch the grass. Every single one of his actions is pure instinct, and Yifan can\u2019t deny that he\u2019s in his element.

\u201cWherever you want.\u201d They\u2019ll be yours to take care of.<\/i>

He nods, walking around and looking for the perfect spot. Yifan\u2019s garden is some kind of courtyard -- there is a huge fountain in the middle with a statue of himself riding a hellhound. Pretty obnoxious. It was his stupid Sea God brother\u2019s idea. Chanyeol was always the ~creative~ one. Right there, around Chanyeol\u2019s horrideous fountain, is where Yixing decides to grow his flowers, carefully handling each one of them, muttering gentle words as if they can hear him. Yifan won\u2019t be surprised if they can.

\u201cYou guys should grow beautifully here, ok? Always healthy and happy.\u201d he giggles at his own words (or maybe not his own) before burying them. Yifan frowns.

\u201cYou don\u2019t need flower seeds?\u201d

Yixing doesn\u2019t turn to face him when he answers, \u201cI don\u2019t need flower seeds.\u201d and proceeds to grow the flowers. They don\u2019t exactly grow<\/i>, but Yifan can tell they will soon because of the change in the atmosphere of his Garden. The air tastes like something new has entered his domain, and like something new is about to take over.

\u201cI know what you did.\u201d Yixing suddenly says.

\u201cHuh?\u201d

\u201cYour intentions.\u201d he smiles brightly. \u201cYou want to keep me here with you.\u201d

Yifan bewilders, his face falling and mouth hanging open in complete awe. Did he just\u2026 Did he seriously...<\/i>

\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d he asks just for good measure because Yixing cannot have just said that.

Spring\u2019s son giggles, \u201cI said,\u201d he steps closer. \u201cYou want to keep me here in the underworld. You want me to be your companion.\u201d

How the hell<\/i> did he figure that out? Was Yifan too blunt? Was he too conceited to think that his plan had gone well? Or was he too naive for thinking that Yixing was the naive one?

He can\u2019t find the words to reply, so Yixing just sighs, \u201cRelax, Yifan. I knew you were kidnapping me and I came anyway.\u201d

\u201cY-you did?\u201d he feels obnoxiously incompetent. How can someone as unskillful as him to be responsible for the underworld? Maybe his family knew, that\u2019s why he was assigned the land of the dead where he can\u2019t screw up stuff.

\u201cYes,\u201d Yixing smiles and links his hands on his back, circling a very dumbfounded Yifan with mirthful eyes. \u201cDid you think about life? I mean, the flora and how it\u2019s going to survive after my mother is gone?\u201d

It\u2019s pretty evident by the way he can\u2019t move that Yifan didn\u2019t consider that point. He didn\u2019t consider anything<\/i> before plucking Yixing from the Olympus to be completely honest.

Upon no response, Yixing hums. \u201cWell, I can\u2019t be here forever. Or the world falls apart.\u201d

Of course. What was Yifan thinking? That he could manage stealing Spring\u2019s son when the boy is about to inherit her responsibility over flora? He\u2019s so stupid. Yifan inhales, bringing his palms to his face in order to try to rub all his shame off.

When he\u2019s about to apologize and suggest that he takes Yixing back to his mother, the boy says, \u201cWhich is why we should come up with some sort of arrangement.\u201d

He must have heard it wrong.

\u201cWhat?\u201d

Yixing dares to come closer -- so closer that Yifan is forced to look down to face him, and damn<\/i> he is beautiful. Devastatingly beautiful.

\u201cI can living here with you,\u201d he starts slowly, painstakingly. \u201cbut we need to come up with a plan so I don\u2019t have to -- one, deal with my mother, two, deal with my flora dying.\u201d he places a hand on Yifan\u2019s chest. Yifan swoons. \u201cDo you think we can do it?\u201d

It\u2019s fascinating how fast he can react to a question. \u201cYES!\u201d Yifan nearly shouts. When Yixing widens his eyes at him, snorting a laugh, he clears his throat and tries again. \u201cYes.\u201d

The boy opens the biggest, warmest smile Yifan\u2019s ever seen. \u201cOk, good. Now come. Show me to my room.\u201d he notices that Yifan is not following him and stops, turning around. \u201cCome on! We have the underworld to rule.\u201d

It\u2019s safe to say that Yifan is totally, completely whipped when he follows Yixing inside without uttering a single word.<\/table>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:16398","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/16398.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=16398"}}],"title":"Five thousand words about you","published":"2015-04-16T15:01:08Z","updated":"2015-04-16T15:09:53Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"fanxing"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"kissfx entry"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> Five thousand words about you
Pairing:<\/b> kris\/lay
Length:<\/b> 5,655 words
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Warnings:<\/b> written in epistolary structure (meaning that it’s written in a series of documents or other communication methods such as e-mails and letters). also, mentions of drugs, but no use.
Summary:<\/b> The story of how Wu Yifan slowly, painstakingly decided that it was a good idea to stop hating Zhang Yixing (it wasn’t really his decision).
Notes:<\/b> written for the <\/a>kissfanxing<\/b><\/a><\/span> fic event. i read this book recently and it just spoke to me. i had to write something like that. SO! i used a model for suspension letter that i found online. i don't really remember where i found it, but it's from the network lol.  i loved writing this, and i hope you'll like it ♥



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From:<\/b> WU_YI_FAN (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> Yeol (chan.yeol.park.2991@rocketmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> WHY I CANT COME TO YOUR HOUSE

HI YEOL,

I CANT COME OVER TONITE TO PLAY COUNTER STRIKE BECAUSE MRS SHIM CALLED MY MUM ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN CLASS TODAY WITH YIXING SO I’M GROUNDED

I HATE YIXING HE IS SO SMELLY AND BAEKHYUN SAY HI SBROTHER SELL POT I HOPE WE CAN PLAY TOMORRO SEE YOU IN CLASS

YIFAN


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From:<\/b> Yeol (chan.yeol.park.2991@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> WU_YI_FAN (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> RE: WHY I CANT COME TO YOUR HOUSE

i have to study anyway. we can play tomorrow. why you didnt text me??? look i need to go my dad is screaming coz he wants to use the computer.


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You have a new message from: Chanyeol<\/i>

Chanyeol:<\/b> r u comin over 2nite?
Yifan:<\/b> i DONT KNOW ILL ASK MY DAD
Chanyeol:<\/b> y u keep using capital letters? ure not 10 anymore, ure 11 dude it looks like u dont know how to use the phone
Yifan:<\/b> I DON LIKE ThE TINY LETTERS
Chanyeol:<\/b> r u comin?
Yifan:<\/b> YESSSSSS















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You have a new message from: Chanyeol<\/i>

Chanyeol:<\/b> Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Yifan:<\/b> SHUT UP. I HATE MR. LEE.
Chanyeol:<\/b> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA You’re being partners with your archenemy. This is too funny to be true.
Yifan:<\/b> IM GONNA KILL U AND ALL MISERABLE 17 YEARS OR UR LIFE WILL PASS ACROSS UR EYES IN A FLASH
Chanyeol:<\/b> Will I be able to see the face you did just now again? That was hilarious.
Yifan:<\/b> I HATE YOU
Chanyeol:<\/b> No, you hate yourself. And Yixing, perhaps, which is kinda weird bc everyone else likes him.
Yifan:<\/b> MY MUM SAYS IM NOT EVERYONE ELSE


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From:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
To:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> Project Work

Yifan,

I got your e-mail with Chanyeol. We need to discuss the project. I know you don’t like me (I’m not fond of you myself), but we need to work together if we want the grade. I was thinking we could meet in the library after school hours. We can set up another place if you’d like.

I found a few articles online that I think could be of help to our development. I’m sending the abstracts to you in a ZIP file as attachment. Tell me what you think of following the line of thoughts suggested in the theoretical framework.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Yixing.

ATTACHED:<\/b> theoryabstracts.ZIP


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You started a new conversation with: Chanyeol, at 05:45pm<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> WHY YIXING SPEAKS SO BORING? HE SOUNDS LIKE A 80 YO. HE SENT ME THE WORST EMAIL I SWEAR TO GOD I FELL ASLEEP
Yifan:<\/b> BTW THANKS FOR TELLING HIM MY E-MAIL
Chanyeol:<\/b> lol sorry dude. he said it was important.
Yifan:<\/b> FUKK THAT SHEET. LETS GO SKATING?
Chanyeol:<\/b> i cant rn, kyungsoo is here we’re studying
Yifan:<\/b> MY ASS YOU ARE. I HOPE HE PINCHES YOUR NIPLES SO HARD THEYLL GO PURPLE
Chanyeol:<\/b> gtfo


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From:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> RE: Project Work

YIXING

I WONT READ THIS CRAP. YOU READ THE CRAP YOU CAN TELL ME LATER.

YIFAN


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From:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
To:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> RE: RE: Project Work

The capital letters are giving me a migraine. Can you please stop orangotanging<\/u> through the computer? I can’t even see you, yet I hear your inhuman sounds.

Also, Mr. Lee said we should use support material. I did half the work just by finding those so suck it up and read the fucking abstracts.

Yixing.









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( Can you meet me outside in 5 minutes?
   Yixing )

( WTF dude why are you passing me notes in the middle of class?
   YFAN )

( This is about our project. I really need to talk to you about it. The bit you wrote about the crisis in the UK was very inconclusive.
   Yixing )

( ur ass is inconclusive
   YIFAN )

( Fuck you, Yifan )


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From:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> 1k on fucking UK

I wrote everything like you said without the uppercase so get out of my hair ok. I’m not reading that damn article again that is bullshit.

ATTACHED:<\/b> miner_crisis_uk.doc


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From:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
To:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> RE: 1k on fucking UK

Dear Yifan,

You will read whatever I tell you to. You will do whatever I demand you to do because you’re fucking lucky I had the displeasure of getting paired up with you. This is probably going to be the best grade you’ll ever get.

Kindly,
Yixing.


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Group chat: Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Luhan, Sehun<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> fuck zhang yixing man
Luhan:<\/b> what did he do?
Yifan:<\/b> was born
Sehun:<\/b> Is this that guy from your year who spilled milk on your backpack when you were on 5th grade?
Yifan:<\/b> how do you know that?
Sehun:<\/b> Chanyeol hyung said you punched him
Yifan:<\/b> that was a new backpack ok. and i was grounded for the whole week.
Baekhyun:<\/b> his brother was arrested for selling marijuana. they say he went to guantanamo bay
Chanyeol:<\/b> That is a U.S. prison, Baekhyun. He can’t possibly have gone to G-Bay.
Luhan:<\/b> that sucks, he had good weed
Baekhyun:<\/b> luhan!!!!
Yifan:<\/b> im geting new friends
Chanyeol:<\/b> You can’t get new friends, no one wants to be friends with you
Sehun:<\/b> ~geting~ lol
Baekhyun:<\/b> GETTING.


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( Can you ask your friends to stop saying those things about my brother?
   Yixing )

( i’m not their mother
   YIFAN )

( I know, but they don’t have to scream in the middle of the hallway about his situation.
   Yixing )

( baekhyun does what ever he wantz
   YIFAN )


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Group chat: Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Luhan, Sehun<\/i>

Baekhyun:<\/b> yifan
Yifan:<\/b> hi
Baekhyun:<\/b> is it true that yixing was crying today in class because his brother got death penalty in guanatnmo bay?
Chanyeol:<\/b> He was crying because you were an asshole
Yifan:<\/b> he was crying? when? what happened?
Sehun:<\/b> You didn’t see? Baek hyung said his brother got death penalty in the cafeteria and everyone started laughing and commenting I guess he was sad about it
Yifan:<\/b> his brother got death penalty?
Chanyeol:<\/b> Of course not
Baekhyun:<\/b> yes
Chanyeol:<\/b> His brother is answering about weed possession, he’s home. And for the last time, he is NOT IN GUANTANAMO BAY.
Baekhyun:<\/b> thats not what my brother says
Chanyeol:<\/b> as if your brother is the most reliable person
Yifan:<\/b> yixing asked me to tell you giys to stp saying those things about his brother
Baekhyun:<\/b> we were just saying the truth
Chanyeol:<\/b> ‘You guys’? ‘We’? Why is it always we’re with Baekhyun, we get roped into his crap? I have nothing to do with this, I think Yixing is a nice guy.
Sehun:<\/b> Are you friends with yixing now yifan hyung?
Yifan:<\/b> no we’re doing a project together
Luhan:<\/b> what did i miss?


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From:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
To:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> Final details on Margaret Thatcher project

Yifan,

I read the stuff you gave to me this morning, it’s good. I like what you wrote about the Opposition Leadership from 1975 to 1979. I think your writing is improving. Let me know if you need help with it, I’d be glad to assist.

Now the only thing we need to cover is industrial relations. Talk to you tomorrow in class.

See you,
Yixing.


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You started a new conversation with: Chanyeol, at 03:20pm<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> hey dude thanks for helping me with that essay. yixing thinks i’m improving hahahaahaajajaa
Chanyeol:<\/b> I won’t correct it for you next time.
Yifan:<\/b> y not :((
Chanyeol:<\/b> Because you should be doing progress on your writing by now. I’m younger than you and I write better, aren’t you ashamed?
Yifan:<\/b> not rly you are gifted
Chanyeol:<\/b> I’m getting you a book for your next birthday


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From:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> DONE!!!

YIXING,

THANKS FOR HELPING WITH THE PROJECT. I THINK IT looks really niec and mr. lee will be proud (of you of course).

Yifan.


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You started a new conversation with: Baekhyun, at 04:13pm<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> you didnt have to do what you did today that was not cool baek
Baekhyun:<\/b> i didn’t know he was gonna cry
Yifan:<\/b> u said his brother was a drug addict and a pot dealer
Yifan:<\/b> he is not baek he was just arrested with weed
Baekhyun:<\/b> it’s not my fault if he’s a pussy and can’t stand up for himself
Yifan:<\/b> u need to apologize

Baekhyun has logged off<\/i>


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Group chat: Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Luhan, Sehun<\/i>

Chanyeol added Kyungsoo, at 09:15am<\/i>

Chanyeol:<\/b> Guys you remember Kyungsoo? We’re in debate club together.
Luhan:<\/b> yo yo yo
Sehun:<\/b> Hi Kyungsoo hyung. he was my calculus tutor.
Yifan:<\/b> hi kyngsoo
Yifan:<\/b> kyungsoo*
Kyungsoo:<\/b> Hi
Sehun:<\/b> Did someone see Baekhyun hyung today after lunch?
Luhan:<\/b> i heard he was sleeping in class
Yifan:<\/b> was he punished? i hope so
Chanyeol:<\/b> That’s love right there
Yifan:<\/b> no its not. he was a dick about yixings brother the other day
Luhan:<\/b> when he isn't a dick?
Sehun:<\/b> I thought you didn’t like Yixing
Yifan:<\/b> i don’t it’s just baek can be an asshole sometimes
Luhan:<\/b> if you don’t like yixing why are you so upset about what baekhyun did?
Yifan:<\/b> because i dont think its rite
Baekhyun:<\/b> i didn’t do anything, i just said what everyone is thinking. no one wants to sit with him anymore because they’re afraid he’s gonna try to sell them pot and get everyone expelled and arrested
Luhan:<\/b> i would like for him to sell me some pot
Sehun:<\/b> LOL hyung
Yifan:<\/b> yixing doesnt sell pot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Baekhyun:<\/b> ok, chill out.
Kyungsoo:<\/b> You should focus in class.












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You have 3 new messages from: Chanyeol<\/i>

Chanyeol:<\/b> Dude? Are you ok? What happened between you and Baek in the hallway?
Chanyeol:<\/b> Yifan? Are you there?
Chanyeol:<\/b> Helloooooooo???


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Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wu,

We would like to schedule a meeting to discuss the recent actions of your son, Wu Yifan. We sincerely hope you can be at the attendance office next Friday, 8 a.m. It is of extreme importance that both of you attend the meeting, as Byun Baekhyun’s parents will also be attending.

Cordially,
Mrs. Bae
TLP Institute - secretary


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You have a new message from: Chanyeol<\/i>

Chanyeol:<\/b> Baek is pissed at you
Yifan:<\/b> i want him to go fukk himself
Chanyeol:<\/b> Hey, Yifan. Can I ask you something?
Yifan:<\/b> yes
Chanyeol:<\/b> Why are you so worried about Yixing? I know you ran after him after the commotion. How is he, by the way?
Yifan:<\/b> i am not worried i just dont think bekhyun is being reasonable
Yifan:<\/b> baekhyun*
Chanyeol:<\/b> I didn’t know you knew that word. Reasonable. HAHAHAHA.
Yifan:<\/b> fukk u
Chanyeol:<\/b> Are you going to answer my question?
Yifan:<\/b> i dont know chanyeol, i dont like when baekhyun is an asshole
Chanyeol:<\/b> Or you don’t like when ~Yixing~ is sad?

Are you sure you want to close this conversation?<\/i>
Yes<\/i>


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( yifan, yixing wants you to stop following him. he doesn’t want to talk to you. i asked chanyeol to give this to you because i can’t walk into your class. stay away from him.
   Zitao )


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You started a new conversation with: Sehun, at 10:33am<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> sehun?
Sehun:<\/b> Hi hyung
Yifan:<\/b> is tao with u?
Sehun:<\/b> Yeah, why?
Yifan:<\/b> ask if he can meet me in the gym
Yifan:<\/b> now
Yifan:<\/b> in 5 min actually
Sehun:<\/b> He says he can
Yifan:<\/b> ok im trying to leave class now tell him to meet me there
Sehun:<\/b> Ok


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From:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> Hello

Yixing,

hi.

I wanted to talk to you today in school but you wouldn’t stop. Can you meet me tomorrow before class by the water fountain?

Yifan


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( Yixing, did you see my email? i waited for you by the water fountain today
   yifan )


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From:<\/b> Principal Kim (soohyunkim@tlpinstitute.co.kr)
To:<\/b> K. Wu (kwu778@gmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> Regarding your son’s behavior

Dear Mrs. Wu,

I know it’s not been long since our last meeting, and that’s why I’m sending you this e-mail instead of scheduling an official meeting. I don’t know if you are familiar with Zhang Yixing. Yifan worked with Yixing for a Global History project about three months ago. Yixing’s mother contacted me about Yifan’s behavior around her son. I suggest that you talk to him about it as soon as possible and make sure that we don’t get any other complaints from her. Otherwise I’ll have to intervene.

Sincerely,
Soohyun Kim
TLP Institute Principal


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From:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> Suspension

Yixing,

The principal e-mailed my mom and she says he’ll suspend me if I don’t leave you alone. I can explain it to you if only you’d meet me. I swear I’ll leave you alone. Can you please meet me? You can pick the time and place.

Yifan


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You have a new message from: [unknown]<\/i>

[unknown]:<\/b> Yifan, this is zitao. Add me as your contact.
Yifan:<\/b> hey tao did you talk to yixing?
Tao:<\/b> That’s what i need to talk to you about
Yifan:<\/b> is he ok?
Tao:<\/b> Yes, but he cannot know i'm talking to you about him.
Yifan:<\/b> why?
Tao:<\/b> He would be mad
Tao:<\/b> I need to ask you a question but you have to be honest
Yifan:<\/b> what is it?
Tao:<\/b> Do you like him?
Tao:<\/b> Yifan?
Tao:<\/b> Do you like him?
Tao:<\/b> i think my connection is poor.
Tao:<\/b> Did you get my message?
Tao:<\/b> Yifan????
Yifan:<\/b> No
Tao:<\/b> You didn’t get my message?
Yifan:<\/b> i don’t like him
Tao:<\/b> Oh. Are you sure?
Yifan:<\/b> yes
Yifan:<\/b> look i need to go, i have class now

Are you sure you want to close this conversation?<\/i>
Yes<\/i>


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You have a new message from: Chanyeol<\/i>

Chanyeol:<\/b> I heard Kim Jongdae (he’s from Kyungsoo’s year) mentioning that Kim Joonmyun from our year is trying to take Yixing to the charity dance next month.
Yifan:<\/b> why would i care? i dont even know kim joonmyun
Chanyeol:<\/b> But you know Yixing.
Yifan:<\/b> yixing doesn’t talk to me
Chanyeol:<\/b> Fine, I just thought you should know.


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( I thought you didn’t want to go to the charity dance? But I heard Kim Joonmyun is taking you. Is that true?
   Yifan )

( I thought you didn’t want to go to the charity dance? But I heard Kim Joonmyun is taking you. Is that true?
   Yifan<\/strike> Stop bothering me. That’s none of your concern. )

( Yixing, I’m sorry. We had a rough start in 5th grade, but I have nothing against you. We were together for that project and I thought we were ok. I want us to be friends, can you consider it? I’m sorry about Baekhyun, I swear I have nothing to do with what he did to your locker.
   Yifan )

( I don’t think you’re responsible for my locker. I just don’t think we should be close.
    Yixing )

( But why? I’m a good friend, I promise. Sometimes I’m airheaded, but I’m cool.
   Yifan )

( Will you stop staring at me in the cafeteria if I talk to you?
    Yixing )

( YES!!!!!
   YIFAN )

( Ok
    Yixing )



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Mr. Wu Yifan,

You are hereby suspended of your school activities for THREE days from the date of this document. Know that your parents\/guardians will be notified about your punishment.

Soohyun Kim
TLP Institute PRINCIPAL


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Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wu,

WU YIFAN chose actions and behaviors that require OUT OF SCHOOL SUSPENSION from TLP INSTITUTE for THREE days from OCT 4TH through OCT 7TH. WU YIFAN will not be allowed to attend any school functions or be present on our campus during this period of time.

More than once this week, the student passed notes during class and kept losing focus, forcing the teacher to call him out and interrupt lecture. This disciplinary measure is not being taken solely on this purpose. Mr. WU YIFAN has been severely misbehaving throughout his school year. We sincerely hope you understand the necessity of this punishment.

While suspended from school, you have the option of having WU YIFAN report to LEE JINKI at SHINEE MUSIC CONSERVATORY from 8:00 a.m. – 3:00 p.m. every day during the suspension. WU YIFAN will participate in work projects under constant supervision of the employees of SHINEE MUSIC CONSERVATORY.

We hope that during this suspension time, the student isn’t allowed to have vacation days off from school. If the suspension is more than two days, homework will be provided by teachers. You may pick the homework up at the TLP INSTITUTION attendance office at 8:00 a.m. the day after the first day of suspension. Even if homework is not requested, your student will be required to make-up any missed work. Students will receive credit for schoolwork during out of school suspension; however, zero credit is given when a student is truant.

Your son may return to his regular classrooms on OCT 8TH. We are requiring a meeting with you, your student and an administrator on TODAY, at 6 P.M.

We are hopeful that WU YIFAN will choose to follow the conditions agreed upon and use this opportunity to become successful.

Cordially,
TLP INSTITUTE
Soohyun Kim - Principal


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You have a new message from: Chanyeol<\/i>

Chanyeol:<\/b> Is it true you were suspended?
Yifan:<\/b> cant talk rn my mum is so pissed dude i think this is the end of me
Chanyeol:<\/b> LOL ok.


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You have 6 new messages from: Baekhyun<\/i>

Baekhyun:<\/b> hey yifan, i heard about your suspension. i’m sorry our fight contributed to that.
Baekhyun:<\/b> you are one of my best friends, i hope we can work this out.
Baekhyun:<\/b> hey listen i’m sorry about yixing ok? i’m not saying anything about his brother anymore
Baekhyun:<\/b> i promise, you can ask luhan
Baekhyun:<\/b> btw i heard he’s going out with kim joonmyun
Baekhyun:<\/b> are you upset? i’m sorry
Yifan:<\/b> i’m not upset
Baekhyun:<\/b> but you like him, right? you even started taking tutor sessions w kyungsoo who’s younger than you just so you could improve your writing bc yixing is too smart. thats it isnt it? i’m right
Yifan:<\/b> i need to go, my mom is making me clean the bathrooms for getting suspended


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From:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
To:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> Real Detention

Yifan,

I got detention for the note-passing. Can you tell how bad this is for my curriculum? I’m trying out for a scholarship, how am I supposed to explain that I got detention for note-passing in class? Honestly. Don’t pass me any more notes in the future.

You can message me tho. Here’s my contact [ZHANG YIXING]. Please don’t message me in class.

P.S.: Your friend Baekhyun apologized to me today.

Yixing.















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You started a new conversation with: Yixing, at 11:19am<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> Everyone is going to prom. Are you?
Yixing:<\/b> I’m staying home watching Joan of Arcadia. And you?
Yifan:<\/b> I’m going. You could come with us.
Yixing:<\/b> I’m not interested.
Yifan:<\/b> I’d be nice if you came. This is one of our last moments together. Our year. We’re graduating.
Yixing:<\/b> I’m not going to miss anyone.
Yifan:<\/b> And me? Are you going to miss me?
Yixing:<\/b> How can I miss you if you never leave me alone? So clingy.
Yifan:<\/b> That’s because I like you ♥
Yifan:<\/b> Yixing? Are you there?
Yifan:<\/b> Yixinggggggggg???? Are you coming to prom?

Yixing has logged off<\/i>


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Wu Yifan posted a photo, at 01:04 a.m., with Park Chanyeol<\/b>






<\/center>





Awesome night with awesome people!
#prom<\/a> #bestbuds<\/a>


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You have 2 new messages from: Yixing<\/i>

Yixing:<\/b> How was prom?
Yixing:<\/b> I saw your pics with Chanyeol. You guys look like you had fun :)
Yifan:<\/b> im durnk
Yixing:<\/b> Ha, seriously?
Yifan:<\/b> yixmg yixnd ineed toto teel tou something
Yixing:<\/b> Go home, Yifan.
Yifan:<\/b> i lfimfe oyu
Yifan:<\/b> no thats notit
Yifan:<\/b> inddlike you
Yifan:<\/b> like you
Yifan:<\/b> i like you
Yifan:<\/b> i wna you to be my boryfk
Yifan:<\/b> brofiuend
Yifan:<\/b> go tiut eiht my
Yifan:<\/b> go out wiht em
Yixing:<\/b> You lost all coherence. The little bit you had.
Yifan:<\/b> tats becaeun you make me
Yifan:<\/b> you sin my head you spin my head
Yifan:<\/b> right roudn right round liek a record baby hihhihihiihihihihkhi


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You started a new conversation with: Chanyeol, at 2:10pm<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> I
Yifan:<\/b> AM
Yifan:<\/b> ROYALLY
Yifan:<\/b> FUCKED
Chanyeol:<\/b> Is this about last night? Because I have a major headache, so that makes two of us.
Yifan:<\/b> SHIT MAN SHIT SHIT SHIT SHITSTHSI I CONFESSED TO YIXING.
Yifan:<\/b> I SENT HIM A LOAD OF MESSAGES SAYING ALL KINDS OF CRAP
Yifan:<\/b> I LIKE YOU
Yifan:<\/b> AND THE SORTS
Yifan:<\/b> FUCK CHANYEOL.
Chanyeol:<\/b> Hahahaha what did he say?
Yifan:<\/b> he kept saying i was drunk and stuff, but THAT’S NOT THE POINT. THE POINT IS THAT. I. SANG. HIM. DEAD. OR. ALIVE.
Chanyeol:<\/b> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU’RE SUCH A FUCK UP.
Chanyeol:<\/b> But srsly about time, dude. We graduate in like a month.
Yifan:<\/b> I want to die. in the most painful way possible. like eaten by piranhas.


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You have a new message from: Yixing<\/i>

Yixing:<\/b> How are you feeling?
Yifan:<\/b> Like shit.
Yifan:<\/b> Hey, sorry about bothering you last night. I was so drunk, man.
Yixing:<\/b> Yeah, I know hahaha.
Yixing:<\/b> You said you like me.
Yixing:<\/b> Yifan?
Yifan:<\/b> Yeah, I’m here.
Yixing:<\/b> Why did you say that?
Yifan:<\/b> Can I stop by your place?
Yixing:<\/b> Now? I’m cooking with my dad.
Yifan:<\/b> Later then.
Yixing:<\/b> I’m going to the movies with Joonmyun.
Yifan:<\/b> Why?
Yixing:<\/b> Why what?
Yifan:<\/b> Why are you going to the movies with Joonmyun?
Yixing:<\/b> Because he asked me and I said yes???
Yifan:<\/b>Why you said yes?
Yixing:<\/b> Why are you so interested?
Yifan:<\/b> Don’t you know?
Yixing:<\/b> Why are we talking in questions?
Yifan:<\/b> I’ll stop by your place now.
Yixing:<\/b> I’m cooking with my dad, Yifan.
Yifan:<\/b> I don’t care.
Yifan:<\/b> Be there in 20


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Group chat: Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Luhan, Sehun, Kyungsoo<\/i>

Luhan:<\/b> yo yifan bitch
Luhan:<\/b> we’re all going to sehun’s house
Luhan:<\/b> to get hammered
Luhan:<\/b> and i’m going to get high
Luhan:<\/b> meet us there. you’ll come, right?
Luhan:<\/b> pick up your phone
Baekhyun:<\/b> maybe he died from alcohol poisoning
Kyungsoo:<\/b> Someone should forbid Baekhyun from uttering sentences.
Baekhyun:<\/b> someone should forbid you from breathing
Luhan:<\/b> now children relax
Chanyeol:<\/b> We should stop by his house
Baekhyun:<\/b> gr8 idea


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Group chat: Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Luhan, Sehun, Kyungsoo<\/i>

Chanyeol:<\/b> Yifan, fuck. Pick up your damn phone, you asshole. We’re in front of your house. Honking like crazy
Chanyeol:<\/b> Luhan is knocking on your door


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You have a new message from: Chanyeol<\/i>

Chanyeol:<\/b> Are you with Yixing?


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Zhang Yixing is feeling relaxed :)<\/b>

2 comments<\/i>

Kim Jongdae:<\/b> :)))
Huang Zitao:<\/b> is yifan with you? the boys are looking for him


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Group chat: Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Luhan, Sehun, Kyungsoo<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> you fuckers can’t leave me alone, can you?
Luhan:<\/b> you missed out on a lot of beer
Luhan:<\/b> and weed ofc













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From:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> [no subject]

please talk to me. i swear i didn’t mean to. or i did mean to it’s just
i didn’t think i’d make you so angry
i thought you wanted that too
did you block my contact? i need to speak with you, yixing
like it or not i’m stopping by your house to apologize. if you dont open your door i’ll scream and knock until you come out. please just hear me out. i’m not joking about this. you know i’m not.


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You started a new conversation with: Chanyeol, at 5:00pm<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> i am so pathetically in love with yixing. i don’t know what else to do. i think about him all the time, i can’t get my head around anything else. i’m trying to study for physics final but I CAN’T. this is the last fukking test we’ll ever have to take in high school yet I’M GONNA FAIL IT BECAUSE I LOVE ZHANG YIXING. and he won’t talk to me.
Chanyeol:<\/b> He has a habit of not talking to you. I wonder why…
Chanyeol:<\/b> I’m a nice friend and hate to see you this brokenhearted. So I’m gonna help.
Yifan:<\/b> what are you going to do?
Chanyeol:<\/b> You’ll see.


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You have 4 new messages from: Yixing<\/i>

Yixing:<\/b> Today is the last day of class.
Yixing:<\/b> Do you wanna meet in the library? I have some things to say.
Yixing:<\/b> Come alone?
Yixing:<\/b> And bring mocha bread, Minseok is hungry.


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From:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> Congratulations

Yixing,

Congratulations on being accepted by the university you wanted. Full scholarship. Impressive. I’m happy for you, this is what you’ve always wanted, right? I hope you can achieve all your dreams, you deserve all the world can give to you. I’m on wait list, but I guess you know that already.

I keep thinking about what you said yesterday in the library, but I can’t come to terms with it. You’re wrong if you think this will pass once we stop seeing each other everyday. These are my feelings, I’ve been coping with them for a long time now and I know this is not as simple as you think. You have to believe me when I say I love you. I’m actually surprised you didn’t notice earlier since I’m very obvious about it (according to my friends, at least).

I won’t put any pressure on you. I’m sorry if I made it awkward by saying it.

Yifan.


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From:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
To:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> RE: Congratulations

I believe you.
I’m just not sure if I believe me.












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You started a new conversation with: Yixing, at 7:00pm<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> Just left work. Are you game?
Yixing:<\/b> Yeah!


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From:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
To:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> High Fidelity

You have two days to finish this :)

ATTACHED:<\/b> nick_hornby-high_fidelity.pdf


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You have a new message from: Chanyeol<\/i>

Chanyeol:<\/b> Hey, how you’ve been? I feel like we don’t talk in ages. You’ve been spending all your time with Yixing now hahahaha
Yifan:<\/b> Let’s meet somewhere dude
Chanyeol:<\/b> That cafe near Baek’s house? 7?
Yifan:<\/b> Sounds good. See you there (:


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From:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> The Fault In Our Stars

You won’t mock me for liking this after you read it.
Enjoy!

ATTACHED:<\/b> tfios-jg.epub


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You started a new conversation with: Yixing, at 3:06pm<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> I’m outside
Yixing:<\/b> Stop honking, I’m leaving
Yifan:<\/b> Well, hurry. I’m hungry


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You have a new message from: Yixing<\/i>

Yixing:<\/b> You were right, I like the book
Yifan:<\/b> I knew it :)
Yixing:<\/b> You know me too well
Yifan:<\/b> I know you all too well
Yixing:<\/b> :)


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Group chat: Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Luhan, Sehun, Kyungsoo<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> anyone there?
Sehun:<\/b> HYUNG! YOU’RE ALIVE!
Baekhyun:<\/b> we should be asking you this question
Luhan:<\/b> i’m high
Kyungsoo:<\/b> I think it’s time for us to promote an intervention on Luhan. This is going too far.
Luhan:<\/b> you’re right i’m far too high
Yifan:<\/b> i asked yixing out on a date
Kyungsoo:<\/b> Are you sure it wasn’t a dream?
Luhan:<\/b> FINALLY WHAT DID HE SAY?
Yifan:<\/b> he said yes
Baekhyun:<\/b> i can’t believe he said yes
Sehun:<\/b> great, hyung!!! where are you taking him?
Yifan:<\/b> idk yet, have to figure that out. i’m so fucking nervous


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You started a new conversation with: Yixing, at 5:40pm<\/i>

Yifan:<\/b> I’m leaving home. Be there in twenty.
Yixing:<\/b> :)


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You have a new message from: Yixing<\/i>

Yixing:<\/b> Today was fun.
Yixing:<\/b> We should do it again.
Yifan:<\/b> Any time you want.
Yixing:<\/b> We could hang out tomorrow.
Yixing:<\/b> Come to my place?
Yifan:<\/b> Sure. 3pm?
Yixing:<\/b> Great. Bring me some mocha bread.


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Wu Yifan posted a photo, at 5:34 p.m., with Zhang Yixing<\/b>





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“whatever this world can give to me it’s you”

7 comments<\/u>

Oh Sehun:<\/b> TOO CUTE TO FUNCTION
Park Chanyeol:<\/b> I like Yixing’s hat
[blocked] Byun Baek:<\/b> was this at yixing’s house? be careful, they grow marijuana
Wendy:<\/b> Oppa I miss you!!!!
Luhan:<\/b> did you guys make out?
Kyungsoo:<\/b> Why leave out the best part of the song?
Kim Jongdae:<\/b> Are you a couple now? Kim Joonmyun
Wu Yifan:<\/b> Yes, we are a couple now












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From:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
To:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> Happy 1 month anniversary!

I’ve always thought it’s pretty lame to say 1 month ‘anniversary’, since an anniversary is something that happens once a year. The correct term would be monthversary? Is there a correct term? Well, you wouldn’t know anyway.

I got you a present. I hope you have something for me too.

Who would have guessed, Wu Yifan? We used to hate each other. When did this happen? You took my heart as your own and I didn’t even notice. You’re a smooth fucker.

Anyway, happy 1 month ~anniversary~. I love you very much.

P.S.: Our reservation is at 8, not 7!!!!

Love, love, love
Yixing.


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From:<\/b> Wu Yifan (badass_18@rocketmail.com)
To:<\/b> Zhang Yixing (zhangmillenium@gmail.com)
Subject:<\/b> RE: Happy 1 month anniversary!

It is pretty lame HAHA.

Well, thanks to my perseveration we’re here today. You were so intent on escaping me that I honestly have no idea how I managed to snag you. You ignored me for almost three weeks once. I got suspended for trying to talk to you. Honestly I don’t regret any bit of it. All that happened has contributed to us being here today (me in the office, you in your room probably because you are a lazy bum). I can’t begin telling you how happy you make me. And how much I love you, but THAT you probably know because I tell you everyday. I hope you won’t get sick of me.

Yixing, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

PS: ofc i got you a present, what kind of boyfriend do u take me for?

LOVE + LOVE + LOVE
Yifan.


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Zhang Yixing posted a photo, at 2:00 p.m.<\/b>




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1 month anniversary present! ILU Wu Yifan.

3 comments<\/u>

Park Chanyeol:<\/b> Nice sheep.
Luhan:<\/b> you look like you’re high i’m jealous
Kim Joonmyun:<\/b> :(


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Wu Yifan posted a photo, at 3:14 p.m., with Zhang Yixing<\/b>




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I LOVE MY PRESENTS <3 I ALSO LOVE YOU
#1monthanniversary<\/a>

10 comments<\/u>

Oh Sehun:<\/b> You look ridiculous with that crown
Luhan:<\/b> you look handsome, but also gay which you are so it’s a nice photo. full of identity.
Huang Zitao:<\/b> the alpaca looks like yifan ge
Kim Joonmyun:<\/b> :(
Park Chanyeol:<\/b> Nice alpaca. The sheep and the alpaca #philosophy<\/a>
   Kim Jongdae:<\/b> what’s philosophical in that?
K.Wu:<\/b> BEAUTIFUL COUPLE!!!!!!!
Park Chanyeol:<\/b> ↑ The capslock thing is a family thing.
Wu Yifan:<\/b> Don’t insult my mother park chanyeol
Byun Baek:<\/b> you should check to see if there’s marijuana inside this toy. you could end up in guantanamo bay
Zhang Yixing:<\/b> Baekhyun, could you please go fuck yourself?
Kyungsoo:<\/b> WELL SAID


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Pairing:<\/b> chen\/suho
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Length:<\/b> 4.8k words
Summary:<\/b> Everyone knows about the veela boy who has sharp claws and wide wings. Rumor has it he\u2019s a harpy-like creature in the nights, and that his looks deceive; that his naturally light-brown hair burns white-hot when he sings, and that his voice can knock down a grown wizard. Joonmyun knows the veela boy and he\u2019s nothing like that.
A\/N:<\/b> here's jongdae's family tree and its veela connections<\/a>. i thought it would be good for general understanding. i apologize for not having it beta-ed :( written for <\/a>exolliarmus<\/b><\/a><\/span>




Kim Kibum taps his fingers impatiently on his desk, cheek leaning on his palm as he stares holes on the door. All club members have already found their way into the room, except for one. He\u2019s not always late; in fact, he\u2019s even early, and Joonmyun wonders what might have happened. Maybe he got moved away from the path by the staircase.

\u201cSorry!\u201d someone comes in, arms hugging books tightly. He takes the seat next to Joonmyun -- the only available one -- and places his books on the desk. \u201cI got moved away by the grand staircase.\u201d

Joonmyun sighs.

\u201cYou\u2019re late,\u201d Kibum knits his eyebrows. \u201cDon\u2019t come in late, I hate waiting.\u201d

\u201cSorry.\u201d the new arrival ducks his head apologetically and presses his lips against each other. Joonmyun swoons. There\u2019s an urge bubbling up his chest to reach and pinch his lips, maybe thumb the corners of his mouth, because it\u2019s just not fair how beautiful he is.

\u201cThere he is.\u201d Joonmyun hears a sixth-year Slytherin to his left say. He\u2019s seen this person around the common room before, but doesn\u2019t know much beyond the known fact that he sucks at Charms. The reason as to why he attends Charms Club meetings remains unknown since he rarely gets something right. \u201cWord around is that he\u2019ll give you head if you hear him sing.\u201d

His partner snickers, stretching his neck. \u201cHey Kim Jongdae,\u201d he calls. \u201cWill you sing for me?\u201d

Jongdae, the one sitting next to Joonmyun, arches his eyebrows in curiosity for a second, and smiles. He genuinely<\/i>, oh-so-heartedly smiles, mouth curled upwards and eyes twinkling. It\u2019s evident that the two Slytherins are being rude, and still, Jongdae smiles.

\u201cSorry,\u201d he says (for the third time since he\u2019s gotten to the club meeting) \u201cI\u2019m not allowed to sing on school grounds.\u201d

The two boys giggle, and before they can muster up another offensive remark, Joonmyun narrows his eyes.

\u201cYou\u2019ll shut up now if you don\u2019t want me to take 5 points from Slytherin.\u201d he says. One of the boys, the dumb one, opens his mouth in disbelief. Joonmyun puffs out his chest in authority.

\u201cAre you serious?\u201d the boy questions. \u201cYou\u2019re a Slytherin! Would you really take points from your own house?\u201d

\u201cJust try me.\u201d

\u201cCan you all be silent now?\u201d Kibum stands up. \u201cWe\u2019re twenty minutes late and the bunch we have to do isn\u2019t going to get done itself. Today we\u2019re reviewing summoning charms since a few of our members will be taking the OWLs shortly after\u2026\u201d

It\u2019s easy for Joonmyun to divert from whatever is being rambled by Kibum when Kim Jongdae sits so close to him. Discreetly turning his head right, Joonmyun runs his eyes across his face, inspecting the colors on his cheeks and lingering on his mouth. Kim Jongdae exales allurement, and he probably isn\u2019t aware of the effect he has on people. In five years of being in Hogwarts, the little Gryffindor hasn\u2019t failed in collecting admirers.

\u201cHello Joonmyun.\u201d Jongdae\u2019s cheerful voice breaks his deviations, and Joonmyun straightens himself on his chair.

\u201cHey,\u201d he says. \u201cHow are you, Jongdae?\u201d

\u201cFine.\u201d when he grins at Joonmyun, it\u2019s almost like he\u2019s shining.

\u201cHey, don\u2019t worry about those wankers, they\u2019re just trying to be funny.\u201d Joonmyun says, fingers playing with his quill in order to control his hands away from Jongdae. Because half the time he\u2019s got these urges of just reaching out and touching\u2026

Jongdae frowns, the smile never leaving his face. \u201cWhy would I worry?\u201d

\u201c... of your wands and specially you Kim Jongdae, since you\u2019ll be taking the OWLs, right? Don\u2019t go crying over spilt potion if you fail.\u201d

\u201cSorry.\u201d

Joonmyun glares at Kibum. How dare him? Joonmyun could take 50 points from Ravenclaw right now for his audacity. Instead, he inhales and opens his copy of The Standard Book of Spells.

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Everyone knows about the veela boy who has sharp claws and wide wings. Rumor has it he\u2019s a harpy-like creature in the nights, and that his looks deceive; that his naturally light-brown hair burns white-hot when he sings, and that his voice can knock down a grown wizard. Joonmyun knows the veela boy and he\u2019s nothing like that.

Kim Jongdae is only an eighth-veela, and according to Hagrid (who\u2019s engaged in severely studying Jongdae\u2019s family and their veela connections) the first in his family to carry out his great-grandmothe's veela blood after his grandmother. Jongdae is small, has thin wrists and lean neck. His eyes are sharp, the sides of his mouth curl upward and he\u2019s got the cutest eyebrows Joonmyun\u2019s ever seen.

He\u2019s not the only one to find attractiveness in Jongdae\u2019s traits, though. There is a long line of students dying to have a taste of the Gryffindor. However, Joonmyun knows they\u2019re all curious about the veela thing, none of them have cared enough to know<\/i> Kim Jongdae. Not that Joonmyun knows<\/i> him, he would if he had the chance (he would like that very much).

\u201cThis is getting ridiculous.\u201d Yifan says from his spot on the courtyard lawn. Joonmyun can\u2019t understand why he likes sitting on the grass so much. \u201cYou\u2019re in Charms Club with him, why do you keep stalking and lurking around the boy?\u201d

Yifan is Joonmyun\u2019s greatest ~disapprover~, especially when it comes to Jongdae and how Joonmyun prefers to stare long-distance than to manage actual contact.

\u201cI don\u2019t want to scare him.\u201d he explains, watching Jongdae laugh about something he read in a book with his friend Baekhyun as Baekhyun waves his wand to have about ten bees flying around them. Jongdae giggles. Joonmyun\u2019s stomach clenches.

\u201cMaybe you should get a little closer,\u201d Yixing says adjusting his Hufflepuff black and yellow scarf. He gives Yifan\u2019s a dirty look and reaches to adjust it. \u201cBefore someone else does. You know people are curious about him.\u201d

\u201cI hope someone else asks him out before you do.\u201d Yifan spits bitterly.

Joonmyun narrows his eyes. \u201cI know you don\u2019t mean that. You have a pure heart.\u201d

Yifan snickers, quirking an eyebrow in a manner he probably thinks is menacing, but of course he\u2019s mistaken. \u201cMy heart is cold as ice. The sorting hat was drunk that night.\u201d

Yixing gives Yifan a sweet, sweet look, as if his words were sugar. Joonmyun will never understand.

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Sometimes Joonmyun questions his decision of befriending Zitao and Sehun. The fourth year Slytherins have a distinguished liking for emptying his pockets during Hogsmeade visits. This time, they fill their arms with Skeletal Sweets and chocolate skeletons, as well as Jelly Slugs and he overheard Zitao mentioning buying ice cream as well. Joonmyun just crosses his arms and leans on a wall that\u2019s not covered in sweets.

\u201cAre you sulking in a sweetshop, Head Boy?\u201d a soft voice speaks next to him, and Joonmyun turns his head to look at Kim Jongdae. His stomach clenches, and he tries not to choke on his own saliva.

\u201cNo,\u201d giggles. \u201cI\u2019m just waiting for my friends.\u201d

Jongdae bites off the head of a chocolate frog and nods. Joonmyun watches the movements of his jaws while he chews. \u201cChocolate frog?\u201d he offers after a few moments.

\u201cThanks.\u201d Joonmyun shakes his head.

Jongdae hums, taking another bite before reaching for his pocket. \u201cI also have some Fizzing Whizzbees.\u201d

Joonmyun waves both hands in the air to prevent the other from giving him the sweets. Thing is, he\u2019s not too keen on candy. The only reason he comes to Honeydukes is Zitao and Sehun (which, in his opinion, is not enough reason, but what can Joonmyun say. He\u2019s a light heart).

\u201cDon\u2019t mind,\u201d he says, trying to give Jongdae his most natural smile, although all his smiles will come out a little dazzled whenever they\u2019re directed at Kim Jongdae. \u201cI don\u2019t like sweets.\u201d

Jongdae gasps half-heartedly, too engrossed in his chocolate frog. He quickly chews, blinking at Joonmyun as if taking his time. Once he\u2019s done chewing, says, \u201cI\u2019m heading to the Weasley\u2019s Wizard Wheezes shop. I need to get out of a few classes on Tuesday. Do you wanna come?\u201d

Ignoring the blunt announcement that Jongdae intends to make use of treats to escape class (because Joonmyun is the Head Boy and he could as well punish Jongdae for his intentions) to relish the fact that Jongdae just invited him to come along, Joonmyun nods, running his eyes across the store in search for Zitao and Sehun.

\u201cHere,\u201d he taps at Sehun\u2019s shoulder once he finds them, dumping a handful of knuts and sickles when the younger turns around. \u201cI\u2019m heading out. Buy what this can pay.\u201d

Zitao inspects the budget and smiles gratefully. \u201cThank you, hyung!\u201d

Joonmyun waves them off, coming back for Jongdae and following him out of the store. The fact that people stare while they walk make him slightly bothered. He knows they\u2019re not watching out for him, they\u2019re watching Jongdae, and Joonmyun would kill to know what\u2019s on their minds. Also, he\u2019s not supportive of people staring at Jongdae.

The younger balls the wrap of the chocolate frog in his hands and stuff the pockets of his bright purple pants with it.

\u201cDo you mind me asking why you need to skip Tuesday classes?\u201d Joonmyun questions while they walk to the next store. Jongdae seems surprised by the question, arching his eyebrows.

\u201cDo you wanna know?\u201d he asks.

Joonmyun chuckles, scratching his cheeks. \u201cIf I\u2019m asking.\u201d

\u201cWell,\u201d Jongdae sighs, smiling softly. \u201cI don\u2019t think I can tell you. You\u2019re a Head Boy, it\u2019ll get me in trouble.\u201d

I wouldn\u2019t get you in trouble<\/i>, Joonmyun wants to say, but that wouldn\u2019t be wise, considering he should<\/i> get Jongdae in trouble if he deserves. \u201cAre you acting criminally?\u201d

\u201cWhat?\u201d Jongdae laughs, and that sheer sound could put Joonmyun to sleep. He finds himself wanting to act witty only so he could listen to Jongdae\u2019s laughter again. \u201cNo, it\u2019s just\u2026 Against the school rules.\u201d

\u201cSo you are<\/i> acting criminally.\u201d

They get to the front of the shop, Jongdae turns on his heels and eyes Joonmyun with a \u2018are-you-serious\u2019 look, and Joonmyun smiles, because he\u2019s far too damned and Jongdae is the cutest thing he\u2019s ever seen. How did he end up here, anyway?

Jongdae seems to ponder over telling Joonmyun a big secret or not, licking at his lips and biting on his lower lips while squinting, and this means a thirty seconds of pure torture, because each time his teeth tugs at his lip, Joonmyun dies a little inside.

\u201cDo you promise to keep it a secret if I tell you?\u201d

Well, that would be breaking his duty as a Head Boy, if what Jongdae is about to tell him is really illegal. \u201cYes.\u201d he agrees anyway.

\u201cOk,\u201d Jongdae steps closer. Joonmyun is inclined to take a step back, but holds himself together. \u201cI\u2019ll tell you this because I trust you.\u201d he sighs, smiling a little at Joonmyun. \u201cSo, I\u2019m part of an underground drama club.\u201d

Joonmyun narrows his eyes. Is that it? An underground drama club is the big secret? Ok, drama clubs are forbidden on school grounds after a massive spell during a play went wrong almost 70 years ago when the drama club decided to play The Fountain of Fair Fortune. It\u2019s a known event in the castle, how an Ashwinder that was engorged to go as the \u201cWorm\u201d exploded and terrorized the students. Sounds a bit rebel to take part in forbidden activities, but that\u2019s not exactly what Joonmyun was expecting. He isn\u2019t sure what he was expecting, though.

\u201cIsn\u2019t it forbidden\u2026?\u201d

Jongdae shushes him, glaring as he checks their surroundings for eavesdroppers. \u201cThat\u2019s why you should kept it a secret. Look, we\u2019re trying to find someone else. We\u2019re one member short. I know you\u2019re Head Boy and that would be totally inappropriate, but could consider joining. You have that actor aura around you, Joonmyun. Think about it.\u201d

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Joonmyun\u2019s blatant crush on Jongdae is not the reason why he finds himself at the Room of Requirement, now conveniently changed into a large amphitheatre. At least that\u2019s what he keeps mentally repeating, hoping that at some point he\u2019ll start believing it. He\u2019s supposed to be having Herbology now. Instead he\u2019s sitting with other students (all members of drama club gasped as he entered the room, but when Jongdae explained that Joonmyun would join, some relaxed. Some are still glaring at him, probably thinking he\u2019ll jump and wave his wand declaring that everyone lost their houses a good sum of points and scored nice detentions) pretending to read for a worn out script and worse, pretending that he\u2019s interested in whatever is being read.

Truth is, Jongdae is the reason he\u2019s here. However, the reason he can\u2019t take his eyes off the boy, is this thing he\u2019s doing with his tongue, this\u2026 Annoying thing. Jongdae keeps licking his lips and there\u2019s just so much Joonmyun can take. The veela boy is such a good student, keeps nodding at the leader (a 6th year Gryffindor Joonmyun has seen around) and flashing dashing smiles and cute lip-corner lifts.

Suddenly, Jongdae faces him and Joonmyun tenses, eyes wide and cheeks burning. He\u2019s been caught. Jongdae is narrowing his eyes and will probably scowl at him. Except he doesn\u2019t. He just leans into Joonmyun\u2019s space, much to his hysteria, and whispers in such a velvet voice Joonmyun could die on it:

\u201cAre you paying attention, Mr. Head Boy?\u201d

He inhales, blinking rapidly in order to straighten his thoughts.

\u201cO-of course I am.\u201d lies. The last time he\u2019d registered, the subject was the entrance exams to W.A.D.A, the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts. Now they\u2019re reading this script and he doesn\u2019t even know who wrote it.

Jongdae chuckles, endearing eyes glancing at Joonmyun with something shining in them that Joonmyun can\u2019t quite pinpoint. \u201cWould you rather be in Herbology? I know this can be boring sometimes, but when we practice I promise--\u201d

Somewhere along those lines he gets lost (probably in Jongdae\u2019s eyes, or his cheekbones, maybe his lips and how he keeps licking at them between phrases.)

\u201cMy lips are chapped.\u201d Jongdae announces.

\u201cI can kiss them wet.\u201d Joonmyun blurts, because he\u2019s entranced and there\u2019s nothing else he\u2019d rather say. He would really kiss Jongdae\u2019s lips wet, in fact, he would kiss Jongdae completely wet.

It\u2019s only when the Gryffindor widens his eyes and lets his mouth go ajar that Joonmyun realizes what he said. \u201cWhat.\u201d Jongdae mutters.

Joonmyun panics. Looking around for the easiest escape route, Joonmyun collects his things, flying toward the door with the speed of a firebolt. The last thing he hears is a desperate cry of \u201cGRAB THE HEAD BOY!\u201d. Great. Now the drama club thinks he\u2019ll tell on them and he\u2019s being chased. It\u2019s a good thing that he\u2019s soon into the safety of his dorm room, albeit still shaky and spooked.

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Avoiding Jongdae would be way easier if he was ugly and rude. Joonmyun\u2019s heart shatters in thousands of pieces whenever the veela boy spots him far away and arches his eyebrows, pouting as he watches Joonmyun flee cowardly. After Alchemy on friday, Joonmyun had an extremely unpleasant chat with the drama club leader (that introduced herself as Jinri), Joonmyun managed to assure her of his innocent intentions by Unbreakably Vowing that he would never speak about the drama club to anyone (he thinks that vowing on that is quite unnecessary giving that Jinri seems menacing enough to convince him alone).

His regular place at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall is rather unfortunate, now that he\u2019s trying to get away from Jongdae. There\u2019s no way of dodging Jongdae\u2019s eyesight when they sit face-to-face, only a few students between them, what it seems to be irrelevant. All Joonmyun wants is to eat, but how can he do that when Jongdae keeps staring at him with this sad look that twists at his gut.

Two figures plop on the empty spots on either side of Joonmyun.

\u201cSo,\u201d Yixing says, eyes soft as if he\u2019s trying to soothe Joonmyun. It works. It always does. \u201cWhat\u2019s got your wand in a knot?\u201d

He sighs, letting go of the barely used fork in his hand. \u201cI messed up.\u201d

Yifan snorts, \u201cAgain-- ouch\u201d he glares at Yixing, who obviously elbowed him.

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d Yixing asks sweetly.

\u201cI told Jongdae I wanted to\u2026 kiss his lips wet.\u201d he flushes furiously.

\u201cYou\u2019re sad for finally growing a pair?\u201d Yifan frowns, wrinkling his nose.

Joonmyun scratches the back of his head. \u201cWell, I think I might have scared him.\u201d

\u201cIf he\u2019s so scared, why does he keep looking over, silently begging for you to notice him?\u201d Yixing points his head toward the Gryffindor table.

He doesn\u2019t lift his head, focusing on his plate. \u201cI\u2019m avoiding him.\u201d

Yifan snorts again. Yixing touches Joonmyun\u2019s shoulder. \u201cI\u2019m going to tell you something. Jongdae doesn\u2019t really talk to Slytherins. He\u2019s nice to everyone, you see, because that\u2019s just\u2026 Jongdae, but I think you\u2019ve noticed Slytherins are mean to him because of his blood status.\u201d like the two boys in Charms Club. \u201cDo you think you\u2019re the only one to ever tell him you want to kiss his lips wet? Boy\u2019s got veela blood. He wouldn\u2019t look so anxious if he didn\u2019t want to talk to you, which means you\u2019re special because he usually ignores anyone who\u2019s open about wanting to kiss him.\u201d

\u201cHow do you know all this?\u201d Joonmyun asks, confused.

Yixing shrugs. \u201cWe used to go to Frog Choir together. Quite a fuss he used to cause whenever he sang; they forbade him since them. What really matters here is that you\u2019re twice an exception for Jongdae.\u201d

\u201cThe fact that you\u2019re a jerk also matters.\u201d Yifan snickers.

Joonmyun rolls his eyes, \u201cYou don\u2019t mean that, you\u2019re pure hearted.\u201d

The Hufflepuff\u2019s whole face goes red. \u201cI\u2019m a steelheart!\u201d

With a pat to his shoulder, Joonmyun nods comfortingly, excusing himself and retreating to the Slytherin common room.



He\u2019s surprised to find an envelope on his bed, \u201cKim Joonmyun\u201d written in neat handwriting. Who could have left that there? Probably someone from Slytherin, since there\u2019s no way someone from another House could have got inside. He takes his robe off, loosening the knot on his tie before making a grab for the envelope and--!!

He\u2019s suddenly spinning, hand firmly grasping the envelope as he\u2019s transported somewhere not quite distant from his dorm room. His body reaches the ground with a thud, groaning in pain while getting up and realizing he\u2019s in a dorm room -- not his, though, the green and silver replaced by red and golden. There\u2019s someone sitting crosslegged in a bed and Joonmyun pats his knees before turning to have his jaw dropped.

\u201cHi, Head Boy.\u201d says Kim Jongdae, looking as angelic as ever, the corners of his mouth curled as he smiles.

\u201cOh my god,\u201d Joonmyun gasps. \u201cWas that\u2026 Did you just\u2026\u201d

\u201cIt is a Portkey, yes. I couldn\u2019t get you to talk to me!\u201d Jongdae whines. \u201cI followed you from your Potions class, but you just couldn\u2019t hold your hippogriffs!! I know you saw me at the Grand Staircase, but before I could call out your name you ran again.\u201d

\u201cIngenious\u2026\u201d Joonmyun amazes, mouth still ajar as he inspects the envelope. \u201cI assume there\u2019s nothing in it?\u201d

Jongdae hums, getting up from the bed and walking up to Joonmyun, who drops the envelope and tenses at the proximity the other installs himself. Jongdae\u2019s eyes glisten with mirth.

Joonmyun\u2019s tongue is anxious to ask why Jongdae brought him here, what is so important that he had to use a Portus spell to snatch Joonmyun, and is it safe for him to be in the Gryffindor dorms? Maybe he wants an apology. He would want one for sure, considering all the stuff Yixing had said earlier about Jongdae clearly trusting Joonmyun. Then he goes and acts like one of his disgusting Housemates.

Sighing, Joonmyun says, \u201cI\u2019m sorry about what I said. I didn\u2019t mean to come out as one of those people who keep saying mean things to you. I swear I\u2019m not like them.\u201d

When he looks up at Jongdae, Joonmyun can swear there is disappointment plastered all over his face. The veela boy smiles weakly, biting his lower lip as he looks at Joonmyun.

\u201cI know you\u2019re not like them. Just\u2026 Don\u2019t be like this. Running and stuff. I like you, Head Boy. I want us to be friends, at least.\u201d

He knows Jongdae is being truthful, and what reason Joonmyun has not to believe him? So he nods and smiles, asking if he can take the Portkey back to his own dorm room.

-

Joonmyun agreed to wait for Jongdae at the Bell Tower; they would meet once he left the Greenhouses from Herbology and march together to the 3rd floor, where the Charms Club takes place. Joonmyun thought it would be wise for them to go together, since Jongdae often gets lost on the Grand Staircase.

They\u2019re almost in the Charms corridor when someone yanks Jongdae by the arm. He nearly stumbles, but the one who pulled him steadies him with a hand on his waist. Joonmyun closes his hand on his fist.

\u201cHey Kim,\u201d says a fifth year Slytherin. \u201cHow are you doing?\u201d

Jongdae appears to be slightly bothered by the hands on him, but only answers. \u201cUm. Fine, thanks for asking, but could you--\u201d

\u201cDo you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?\u201d insists the Slytherin. Joonmyun\u2019s seen the boy around the common room, his name is Daehyun, or something like it.

\u201cLet go of his arm.\u201d he commands, reaching for his wand. Daehyun doesn\u2019t pay him any attention.

Jongdae shifts, trying to disentangle from Daehyun\u2019s hold. \u201cIt\u2019s very kind of you, but I\u2019m afraid I\u2019m already busy next weekend.\u201d

\u201cOh, come on. We both know that is not true. Come with me, eh?\u201d

\u201cHey,\u201d Joonmyun walks up to the perpetrator, pushing him on the shoulders and effectively moving him away from Jongdae. \u201cI said. Let go of his arm.\u201d Jongdae hides behind Joonmyun, his hands balling at the back of Joonmyun\u2019s robe.

Looks like Daehyun\u2019s finally noticed his presence, eyebrows going up. \u201cWhat is this?\u201d he looks from Jongdae to Joonmyun. \u201cAre you dating the Head Boy?\u201d

\u201cIf you don\u2019t let go of his arm right now, I\u2019ll take fifty points from your house.\u201d Joonmyun threatens, puffing out his chest so his badge is a little more visible.

Daehyun frowns, \u201cYou\u2019re a Slytherin, you can\u2019t take points from your own house.\u201d

\u201cYeah? Just try me and you can also score a detention.\u201d

The boy lifts his hands, backing away. \u201cWow, easy mate. I didn\u2019t know he was taken.\u201d

Joonmyun sighs. \u201cThat\u2019s not what this is about. Just\u2026 Run along.\u201d

Daehyun shoots Jongdae one last glance and Joonmyun feels the Gryffindor press further into his back. Once Daehyun is gone, Joonmyun turns around, facing the younger.

\u201cThanks, Joonmyun.\u201d he says. \u201cI don\u2019t like when they touch me.\u201d

\u201cYou need to start standing up for yourself, Jongdae.\u201d Joonmyun advises, but Jongdae merely chuckles.

\u201cDo I? When I have you to protect me.\u201d he links his arm with Joonmyun\u2019s, leading them through the corridor. Joonmyun blushes furiously, but enters the Charms Club room with Jongdae\u2019s arm on his.

-

\u201cHow can you drink Mead, it\u2019s disgusting?\u201d Minseok, one of the Ravenclaws from Joonmyun\u2019s year pulls a face at his same-age Housemate.

\u201cWell, I like Mead.\u201d Luhan reasons. \u201cThis cherry and soda horrideous thing you\u2019re drinking looks a lot more menacing.\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s delicious.\u201d

\u201cAre they always like this?\u201d Baekhyun asks clutching his Butterbeer with both hands as if the cup is a safe harbor. When Joonmyun first told Jongdae that they\u2019d be meeting with friends at the Three Broomsticks, the younger had insisted in carrying Baekhyun along.

\u201cThere\u2019s nothing wrong with us.\u201d Luhan retorts, gulping his Mead.

\u201cAre you supposed to be drinking an alcoholic beverage?\u201d Yixing inquires from where he\u2019s attached to Yifan\u2019s arm, his cheek pressed on the taller Hufflepuff\u2019s shoulder.

Luhan shrugs and Joonmyun sighs, drinking his Butterbeer. He decides to tune their irrelevant conversation off and turns to face Jongdae who\u2019s been oddly quiet by his side since their arrival at the pub.

\u201cAren\u2019t you going to drink anything?\u201d he asks.

Jongdae shakes his head. \u201cI was just thinking\u2026\u201d

\u201cWhat?\u201d

\u201cThere\u2019s something I meant to ask you,\u201d says Jongdae. \u201cbut I\u2019m not sure if I\u2019m supposed to do it in front of them.\u201d

Yifan, who\u2019d probably been listening, turns his head to them. \u201cWould you like for us to leave?\u201d it\u2019s pretty obvious he\u2019s being sardonic in yet another attempt to sound mean. Makes Joonmyun want to petrify him.

Jongdae, however, doesn\u2019t seem to mind his words. \u201cThat is not necessary.\u201d

\u201cWe have a few things about Joonmyun we\u2019d like to share with you, Jongdae,\u201d Yifan continues louder this time, calling the other\u2019s attention. Joonmyun widens his eyes, baring his teeth at the Hufflepuff in order to make him stop. Which is as effective as trying to convince Yifan that he\u2019s not an evil being.

\u201cOh yeah?\u201d Jongdae looks curious. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d

\u201cYifan\u2026\u201d Yixing warns.

\u201cHe has a crush on you. It\u2019s kinda stupid, actually, because he keeps staring at you, lurking and leering and never says anything--\u201d

\u201cYifan\u2026\u201d

\u201cWhat? Isn\u2019t it time for him to know? We\u2019ll soon be graduating, then what?\u201d

\u201cI think you should stop with the Firewhiskey.\u201d Minseok retrieves the cup lying in front of Yifan carefully.

Joonmyun sits frozen, unable to face Jongdae or any of his other friends. He feels his whole head burn and is absolute that his cheeks flare red. If there was something he could do to Yifan, something murder-like without the risk of going straight to Azkaban, he would certainly do. Silence washes the group.

\u201cWe\u2019ll\u2026 Leave you two\u2026\u201d Yixing says, getting up from the table and pulling Yifan rather harshly. All the others follow him with exception of Baekhyun, who stares from Joonmyun to Jongdae in hesitation until Luhan comes and grabs him as well.

Then it\u2019s just the two of them. Joonmyun and Jongdae. It\u2019s tenser than before.

Several minutes after nothing but the Three Broomsticks customers noises surrounding them, Jongdae speaks.

\u201cAll I wanted was to know why you said that during Drama Club\u2019s meeting.\u201d the Gryffindor sounds small and a little halting. He scoots closer to Joonmyun, so close that their thighs touch on the seating, and it\u2019s really hard not to lift his head and face Jongdae once and for all. \u201cDo you regret what you said?\u201d

They\u2019re so close it would be easy to just\u2026 Lean a bit or touch Jongdae\u2019s pretty lips, run his fingers over it. He could kiss his chin, his cheekbones, his neck. There\u2019s so many places Joonmyun wants to kiss Jongdae, but now, all he wants is to be able to understand the glisten in Jongdae\u2019s eyes that\u2019s shifted from mirth to something different, something that seems too much like the way Yixing looks at Yifan. Or the way Joonmyun looks at Jongdae.

\u201cI wanted to kill them,\u201d he says, eyes focused on Jongdae\u2019s mouth. \u201ceverytime they said those things to you. Calling you by your blood status and saying stupid things. I knew you were not like they said you were.\u201d

\u201cWhat did you hear about me?\u201d Jongdae whispers, the sound going straight to Joonmyun\u2019s heart.

\u201cThey said you were a harpy. That you could spit fire and that\u2026 You could\u2026 Seduce men. Take them to your bed.\u201d Jongdae hums. Joonmyun wonders if he can hear his heartbeat. \u201cCan you?\u201d

Except the Gryffindor doesn\u2019t answer him, choosing to lightly touch his lips to Joonmyun\u2019s. The mere touch sends shivers throughout his body, and on pure instinct, he fists his hand on Jongdae\u2019s hair and seals their mouths together. Jongdae tastes sweet, like nothing Joonmyun\u2019s ever tasted before, and his lips are so soft, so so<\/i> good.

\u201cI can\u2019t spit fire, that I assure you.\u201d the Gryffindor says when their mouths part, glistening lips and saliva pooling at the corners. Joonmyun wipes it.

\u201cAren\u2019t you nervous about being seen snogging a Slytherin?\u201d he questions and Jongdae chuckles.

\u201cSnogging is such a weird word.\u201d he mentions.

\u201cWe shouldn\u2019t dwell on the name. Let\u2019s focus on the action instead.\u201d Joonmyun suggests.

Jongdae squints at him, \u201cGreat idea.\u201d

While they kiss, Joonmyun thinks that he would love to hear Jongdae sing. But not now. Not until they\u2019re alone. Perhaps they could use that Portkey, or maybe create a new one to a nice, quiet place, where no one could find them. But not now, he thinks as he kisses the corner of Jongdae\u2019s mouth. Snogging sounds fine for now.

-

\u201cHey, Kim Jongdae, is it true that you give head when we hear you sin--\u201d

\u201cFifty points from Gryffindor.\u201d

\u201cJoonmyun! Don\u2019t take points from my house!\u201d

\u201cThey were harassing you!\u201d

\u201cAre you fucking the Head Boy? But he\u2019s from Slytherin! They\u2019re Death Eater descendants!\u201d

\u201cAnother fifty points from Gryffindor.\u201d

\u201cHey!\u201d

\u201cJoonmyun!\u201d



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Pairing:<\/b> xiumin\/sehun
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Length:<\/b> 2,030 words
Summary:<\/b> Sehun has a theory about having a good time at Valentine's Day. For them it's not possible.
Warnings:<\/b> kid!jongin
A\/N:<\/b> this was written for the sexiu valentine's day project<\/a>, but i feel like it's slightly sehun-centered lol. omf my whole heart to <\/a>kojafras<\/b><\/a><\/span> and <\/a>seafoamblues<\/b><\/a><\/span> for helping me out and working their magic on my dumb mistakes. i owe each of you one <3



Sehun has a theory about parenting.

He thinks that once one becomes a parent, one stops being anything else. Like himself. He was always known as a legendary MMORPG player, a badass dancer and a tea enthusiast. Now he's barely himself, the state of parenting having sucked his body dry of anything remotely cool he had going on. Sehun wonders if Minseok feels the same. When Jongin first arrived they were thrilled about finally being a family (they'd been trying for two years) and for a long while, Jongin was pretty much everything in their minds. Minseok started refusing work and Sehun missed more practice than he can account for -- all in favor of watching their baby grow healthy and in a strong household.

They succeeded. Jongin is now a kind, obedient, smart and very lovely six year old and there is still nothing more important than him in his parents\u2019 lives.

However.

It will be Valentine's Day soon and Sehun would love for this to be their first Valentine\u2019s Day without<\/i> Jongin's presence jumping and screaming for them to watch Pororo instead of opening a bottle of wine. Don't get him wrong, he loves his son. Too much. He just misses being romantic with his husband.

That's why he calls Luhan.

\"Forget it,\" his friend says. \"Chanyeol and I had a hard time booking a nanny for Valentine's. She's pretty expensive and<\/i> the only one whose life the twins haven't threatened so far.\"

Sehun traps the phone between his ear and his shoulder while logging in another LoL session. It's the fourteenth game he's played today. He's tired and wants to go home, but his team seems engaged in making World's.

\"You should get those pests checked,\" Sehun says half-hardheartedly.

Luhan gasps. \"Don't insult my children!\"

\"You could at least ask your nanny to look after Jongin as well. He's quiet, he won't make any mess.\"

\"Get your own nanny.\" Luhan scoffs. Sehun exhales. \"Where are you?\"

\"Working.\"

\"You mean playing that stupid game with your teenager friends?\"

\"That's my job, asshole.\" Sehun spits and Luhan laughs.

\"Yeah, sure. Playing a game. Your job.\"

Sehun decides he's had enough of Luhan. \"Fuck off.\" He hangs up.



Minseok places a cup of tea in front of Sehun, Jongin's apple juice in one hand and a newspaper under his arm.

\"Luhan won't do it,\" he says.

Minseok squints, sitting across from him at the table. \"Does he have a babysitter?\"

\"He does and says he won't share.\" Sehun sips at his tea.

The other grunts, standing up and calling for Jongin, who runs from his bedroom already perfectly dressed (hair a mess, though). The six year old tiptoes to reach the juice box, jumping on the couch once the box is secure between his hands. Sehun gulps his tea before walking toward Jongin and throwing himself next to his son on the couch.

\"Hey,\" he says.

Jongin blinks at him dazedly, clearly bored out of his mind and undoubtedly thinking about the comfort of his bed. It's still morning and the kid is already tired.

\"So... today is a special day,\" he continues. Jongin stares. \"A special day for daddies and mommies.\"

\"Valentine's Day?\" Jongin asks. Sehun frowns.

\"Yes, how do you know about Valentine's Day?\"

\"Everyone knows about Valentine's Day, Daddy.\"

\"But you're too young to...\" he shakes his head. \"Never mind. Are you ready for school?\"

Jongin stands as if doing so is such a burden, and Sehun thinks about talking to Minseok about this permanent sleep state that creeps over his son.



There is no nanny available. All nannies were already booked by smarter couples that probably have been planning their Valentine's night for days. Sehun and Minseok are easily 'the rest,' and as tradition, Joonmyun collects the rest.

\"Hyung, please? Can you watch Jongin just for one night?\"

\"It's Valentine's Day, Sehun.\"

\"It's not like you have a date anyway, you could use some company. Jongin is nice company, he's good with games and he's an amazing listener. You can dump all your dissatisfaction with life and the world on him, he won't even mind.\"

Joonmyun is outraged. Sehun has to drag the phone away from his ear. \"Sehun! That is absurd! Jongin is just a child. And I am not dissatisfied.\"

\"Please hyung? Minseok and I need a moment. It's been ages since we went on a romantic dinner.\"

\"And you blame that on your son.\" Joonmyun's tone is accusing and reprimanding.

\"No. Yes, somehow, but. Not in a bad way. It's just... Being a parent is hard. We focus all our time and energy on Jongin and end up with nothing left for ourselves. I miss having a day for us, you know?\"

There's silence. Sehun hopes Joonmyun is trying to picture how hard it is to have a child and eventually consents, because he's Sehun's last option.

\"Ok, fine. I'll babysit for you.\" Joonmyun answers and Sehun punches the air in celebration. \"But I expect free LoL skins and food.\"

\"You got it, hyung!\"



Jongin doesn't seem affected by Joonmyun's presence, but then again, everything the kid needs is his pillow and a television. Minseok looks good. So good. And Sehun's hands are sweating with anticipation. It's been so long since the last time they've gone out, just the two of them where clowns and toy poodles aren't involved.

He approaches Minseok, his husband leaning against the wall with arms folded on his chest and a fond expression on his face. He's watching Jongin disinterestedly staring at the TV while clutching his pillow, the boy's eyes already drooping with sleep. Joonmyun sits next to him and occasionally attempts to chat, but Jongin isn't exactly a conversationalist. He's one of the quiet ones.

\"He's so big,\" Minseok mentions in that tone he only uses when talking about Jongin. \"Did six years really go by that fast?\"

Sehun sighs as Jongin snorts at some (potentially stupid) comment made by Joonmyun. \"Why? Do you still think about him as a baby?\"

\"He's still a child. He still needs care.\" Minseok scratches his cheek, worry washing over his features. \"Maybe we should cancel Valentine's Day.\"

Before Sehun can muster up an angry answer about several months without a couple's moment and the survival of their relationship while being parents, Joonmyun walks towards them.

\"You guys should go or you'll miss the reservation,\" he says, that annoying complacent smile on.

\"Do you have the list of things he's allowed to eat and do you have the list of numbers to call if something happens?\" Minseok fidgets with his fingers. Sehun promptly holds his hands.

Joonmyun smiles. \"Yes, I've got it covered. Just go and have a good time.\"

\"Thank you, Joonmyun.\" Sehun says wholeheartedly. \"You should consider getting a girlfriend.\"



-



Sehun has a theory about having a good time at Valentine's Day.

For them it's not possible.

They make it to the reservation and the lobster Minseok ordered is on its way when Sehun's phone rings. It's their home number, so it has to be Joonmyun. He inhales and mentally prepares for a disaster, but instead of destruction he gets his son's voice.

\"Daddy?\" Jongin says.

\"Jongin? Hey buddy, is everything ok?\" he asks, Minseok frowning.

\"It's Suho hyung, daddy. He's dying.\"

Once Sehun's brain processes the fact that Suho is what Jongin calls Joonmyun (because Jongin kept calling him Junong, so they just came up with that nickname), he chokes in his own saliva. Minseok leans over, tapping his cheeks as if he's being helpful. 'What's wrong?'<\/i> his husband mouths. Sehun can't even bring himself to say it.

\"What--\" he coughs into the phone. \"What do you mean, buddy? Jongin? You didn't stick a fork up the socket again, did you? Jongin, Daddy told you that is dangerous.\"

Minseok gasps, both his hands flying to his mouth as he stands up, dropping to the floor next to Sehun's chair. Horror freezes his face, the prospect of Jongin electrocuting himself worrying him sick. Sehun runs a hand through his hair and slowly shakes his head, reassuring his husband that their son isn't the one dying. Although there is someone dying and they should be on their way home already.

\"He ate something from the freezer, Daddy. Now he's all funny and he's making weird noises.\"

If he tunes everything out, he can indeed listen to faint noises in the background. That's probably Joonmyun having a hard time.

\"What is it?\" Minseok asks, squeezing Sehun's thigh.

\"Joonmyun ate something and is now dying.\"

\"DYING?\" Sehun's husband pulls himself up and pats his knees. \"He didn't eat the chicken did he? Because Kyungsoo sent us that and he put peanuts in the sauce.\"

Which Joonmyunis tragically allergic to.

\"We need to go,\" he states, drawing his wallet and throwing some money on the table. He wishes no one steals it because they're in a hurry and he always sees people throwing money on tables at movies so he figures it works. Out of luck, the restaurant Sehun picked is a five minute walk from their apartment. There's a nice chance they'll get to save Joonmyun.



So far, Sehun's theories have been proven correct:

1. He's no longer Oh Sehun, husband to Kim Minseok and professional League of Legends player. He's now Oh Sehun, Jongin's dad.
2. Therefore, it's impossible to enjoy Valentine's Day with the man he loves.
3. Couldn't Joonmyun have picked another moment to try and die?

Sehun's Valentine's Day is now being spent at the ER, with his six year old son fast asleep in his husband's arms while said husband stares glassy-eyed at the century old television in the waiting room. There are bags under Minseok's eyes and his hair is disheveled (probably Jongin's fault), the red bow tie he'd carefully picked for their date now uselessly hanging from his neck. Sehun snorts, feeling mocked. All he wanted was a romantic night with his husband. That's all.

He sticks his hand into his pocket, thumb flicking over the pendant of the necklace he was supposed to gift to Minseok. It's a simple necklace, not worth more than 10 bucks. Not that he doesn't have the money -- he's a successful League of Legends player -- it's just that Minseok doesn't care about expensive stuff. He used to have a stone necklace like that (Sehun used to, actually, and when they started dating Minseok found it convenient to take hold of it), but Chanyeol's dog ate it. To Minseok, the necklace meant the start of their relationship.

\"Hey.\" A whisper pulls him from his reveries and Sehun glances at his husband. Minseok looks tired, but so damn beautiful. How could someone as handsome as Minseok have ended up with a piece of lanky gamer boy like Sehun? \"Don't beat yourself up.\"

He sighs, blinking as he drags the necklace out of his pocket. \"We've changed, haven't we?\" he brings his eyes up to Minseok's.

Minseok smiles knowingly, hand caringly brushing over Jongin's head. \"We have. There are three of us now. It doesn't mean we can't have a good time. Is that my present?\"

Sehun startles, lifting his hands. \"That is... Yeah, it's supposed to be your present.\"

\"It's just like that one Chanyeol's dog ate,\" Minseok notices.

\"That's why I got it.\" Sehun shrugs. He'd help Minseok put the necklace on, but Jongin is an effective clinger, both arms locked around his dad's neck.

\"I love it. Thank you. I didn't have time to get you a present, sorry.\"

\"It's ok. You can figure something out,\" he says, pushing the necklace in Minseok's pocket before leaning over to peck at his husband's lips.



Sehun has a theory about this night.

It didn't turn out to be what he was expecting it to be: one of his best friends almost accidentally killed himself; his six year old son almost witnessed someone die; they nearly ran over an old lady in their haste to save Joonmyun's life and are now ending their very special night at the hospital as Joonmyun recovers from his near-death experience. Everything went wrong except for one thing. They went through it all together.




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Pairing:<\/b> kris\/lay
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Length:<\/b> 43,278 words
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8.        <\/span> Move to a place closer to the river<\/span><\/b>


Yixing thinks red velvet batter with striped swirls of cream cheese icing go well with Zitao’s creations instead of the fondant clock. Zitao tattooed three of his clock arts today, which makes Yixing wonder if he’s ever sick of it. It’s like drawing the same picture over and over again. Not that it’s a bad thing, shows that people like those clock thingies (as Yixing calls them).

The woman on the chair is on the verge of tears. She’s biting her knuckles to avoid screaming, Yixing knows it. He also knows Zitao is smiling behind the mask, he gives Yixing these really pointed looks from time to time, mostly when the lady whimpers and presses her eyes shut. Yixing doesn’t remember Yifan being this heartless when inking people.

“Young man,” she waves her hand at Yixing to catch his attention. He looks at her, arched eyebrows. “Can you get me a glass of water, please?”

Yixing bows, standing up and leaving the small cabin to grab a cup of water from the cooler in the waiting room.

“How is it going?” Ginny (the blonde receptionist that wears too much lipstick) asks. Yixing shrugs.

“She’s nearly passing out.”

Ginny winces, “Is Zitao cackling just yet?”

So it is<\/i> characteristic. “He’s smiling behind the mask.”

“He needs to learn to control himself.” she sighs. “People’s pain is not funny.” Yixing fills a cup with water and returns to the cabin, where the woman is now clearly crying, fresh tears rolling down her face.

“Miss,” Yixing offers her the cup. She grabs it, drinking it all in one gulp. Ah, the thirst of having 7 high-speed needles piercing through your skin.

Yixing sighs, sending Zitao an ‘i’m leaving, she’s not that nice’ look and leaving the room. He takes his notepad out and scribbles a few details noticed in the last tattoos Zitao worked -- tones of blue and green, not as evident as the red tones he usually works with, but it’s there. Maybe Yixing will use blue and green piping on a coconut cupcake.

Ever since he started coming over to the studio for his observations, Yixing managed to get three cupcakes ready: The Watercolor Haze (raspberry cake with blue buttercream filling and messy icing. He made sure not to use a piping tip when applying the icing because watercolors are usually a little messy, he wanted to reproduce the feeling. It kinda worked, Yifan and Zitao loved it), The Nice Time (a white cake with chocolate filling and a fondant clock as decoration) and The Ink Lover (a chocolate cake, with pure chocolate filling and chocolate buttercream frosting). The fourth and last of his creations for the studio is going to be called ‘Everyone’s Favorite’, which is a white cake with dulce de leche filling and flat buttercream frosting with a fondant infinite symbol on top. The number of people that come to the studio wanting small, simple infinite symbols is off the charts. Yixing doesn’t even think it’s that pretty.

The door bell jingles and Yixing looks up from his notes to see Yifan getting in, fumbling with some bags while attempting to tie his hair. Yixing jogs over and helps him with the bags so he can properly tie his hair in the all-known ponytail.

“Thanks,” he says.

Yixing smiles, “Hello you.”

Yifan’s lips tug upwards and he reaches out to brush a thumb over Yixing’s cheek briefly. “Hi. Why didn’t you tell me you’d be here earlier?”

“Because I wanted to watch Zitao,” he shrugs, peeking into the bags and finding boxes and more boxes of tattoo ink. “That’s a lot of ink.”

“After the convention people have been coming to us a lot more.” the other answers enthusiastically. “I’m almost getting tired of tattooing watercolor dragons.”

Yixing gasps, “I knew you’d get tired of it!”

“But it’s good, I guess. Because I’m so used to it that the chances of messing up are lower.” Yifan sighs, tugging off his black cardigan to reveal bare arms. He’s wearing a loose sleeveless shirt. Those are Yixing’s favorite -- he eyes Yifan’s arms greedily.

“I love this shirt,” he blurts out.

Yifan chuckles, stepping closer. “You do?”

He nods, “I like seeing your arms.”

Before either of them can say something else, the door to the small cabin opens and the woman comes out, followed by a very amused Zitao. She doesn’t look too happy when walking up to Ginny and paying for a whole hour of pain.

Zitao approaches them once she’s gone. “I don’t know why some people get tattoos if they’re not prepared for the pain.”

“I wasn’t prepared for the pain.” Yixing adds.

“But you held yourself together pretty well.” Yifan says, grabbing Yixing’s hand and pulling him to his side so he could slide an arm around his middle. It’s been a habit of him lately, to touch Yixing like this when people are around. Sometimes it feels like protection. Other times, possessiveness.

“Well,” Zitao huffs. “I’m done here.”

“What are you doing later today?” Yifan asks.

“I think I’m stopping by Sehun’s, why?” It is so evident in Zitao’s eyes that he’s fearing Yifan would say something like ‘oh, nice, i’m coming!’ or ‘can i come too?’. Yixing still can’t understand the thing between Zitao and Sehun. They’re friends, but Sehun sometimes goes out with women and Zitao freaks out<\/i> about it, calls Yifan to whine and cry about how ‘unfriendly’ it is of Sehun to go out with women.

“No reason,” Yifan shrugs, looking down at Yixing. “Do you wanna go out?”

Yixing considers, “It’s Thursday. I’m going out with my friends. Wanna come?”

“Yeah, sounds cool.” Yifan answers.

Zitao leaves and they move to the cabin, where Yixing helps Yifan arrange the new ink boxes. Afterwards they just sit around and check funny Buzzfeed posts, Yixing’s legs comfortably lying on Yifan’s lap. From time to time, Yifan’s palm drags up and down on Yixing’s leg, and it happens so absent-mindedly that most times Yifan is laughing at his phone at yet another funny publication. It’s comfortable like this and Yixing feels completely satisfied.



They meet at Club Evans at the usual time. Yixing and Yifan go straight from the studio after he had texted his friends about Yifan coming along. But turns out it wasn’t going to be a problem since Song Qian’s professed true love, Kim Joonmyun, was also coming. Something about Kim Joonmyun’s easy going face and nice forehead that doesn’t sit well with Yixing. Maybe he is unconsciously taking Baekhyun’s side, because there’s no denying that there are<\/i> sides to be taken. Yixing is Baekhyun’s friend. Baekhyun is clearly not acceptive of Kim Joonmyun, too expressive about it with his narrowed eyes and menacing frowning lips. He just looks cute, but the message gets across.

Yixing sighs, watching Baekhyun snort at something Joonmyun says, and smiles. It’s so obvious Song Qian knows<\/i> Baekhyun is nearly combusting with jealousy, and that may be the reason why she leans just a bit closer to Joonmyun. That’s when Baekhyun pushes his chair back and stands up, walking away from the table.

A soft touch on his shoulder drifts him away from all the drama involving his best friends. Yixing turns to his side and looks up at Yifan, leaning back on the chair and into Yifan’s arm that’s around the back of his chair, fingers caressing Yixing’s arm.

“Is your friend ok?” Yifan asks.

Yixing shrugs, chuckling. “No, he’s not. But he will be.”

The other frowns, moving his arm from the back of the chair to Yixing’s shoulders, bringing him closer. Yixing’s stomach flutters, but he maintains his cool. “Are they a thing? Baekhyun and Song Qian?”

“That’s a complicated question that needs an elaborated answer,” he sighs.

“Sounds troublesome.” Yifan decides, pulling his arm away. Yixing wants to cry because it’s too cold and he likes having Yifan’s arm around him. “I’m getting something to drink. Want something?”

“Whatever you’re having,” he answers. Yifan nods and walks away.

Jongdae sits on Yifan’s vacant spot and nudges Yixing’s side. “Hey,” he says with a dumb smile that passes off as a pretty one because all of Jongdae’s smiles are pretty. “Are you dating just yet?”

Yixing huffs, crossing his arms on his chest. “Why are you obsessed over this?”

“Because you look like it! And because he’s head over heels for you, are you blind?”

No, he’s not. “I’m not,” Yixing protests. “But we didn’t have this conversation. I don’t know if--”

Jongdae exhales, long and tired. “You’re wearing me out. Don’t think too much about it, just go after him and tell him that you wanna be his boyfriend.”

Actually, Yixing thinks that maybe his desire of being Yifan’s boyfriend may be seen through all the actions of the past weeks -- spending the day together, having dinner together…

He sighs and stands up, pushing the chair back and walking away from the table. Yifan went to grab them some drinks and should be back soon, but Yixing would rather not do this at the table with all his friends watching. He spots Yifan as soon as he approaches the counter, holding two bottles of a beer Yixing’s never seen before (he likes imports, he once said). All seems fine except for the girl in front of Yifan, eyes hungry and fingers curiously skating up and down the length of his arm. What’s it with girls eyefucking Yifan, is the world short on attractive males? Something bubbles up Yixing’s chest, warm and bothering. He doesn’t like the way that girl stares at Yifan andit reminds him of Ginger, the skank model at the tattoo convention.

Walking towards them, Yixing swiftly grabs one of the bottles from Yifan’s hand (the one in the arm the skank is caressing just so he can not-so-gently knock her hand with a flick of his wrist). Yifan raises his eyebrows and tugs the corner of his lips up in a half smile.

“What is taking you so long?” Yixing asks, not turning to look at the girl. Figures he should spare his precious, immaculate eyes.

“Um,” Yifan clears his throat. “This young lady wanted to talk about my tattoos?”

Finally, he turns to give the girl a glance, uninterested and superficial. She eyes him with distaste as if Yixing has just stolen her candy. He smiles in satisfaction.

“Did she?” he offers with a tight smile and grabs Yifan’s free hand. “You could watch Miami Ink if you’re interested in tattoos? They air it on three different channels at the cable network.” then he looks up at Yifan, pulling him lightly. “Let’s go back.”

Yixing is fast in pulling him back to the tables before Yifan can nod at the girl or maybe show her a little smile. Someone trying to escape a hurricane wouldn’t walk that fast.

“Don’t smile at her.” he says in a strained voice as Yifan struggles in his hold, probably trying to twist his body back to check on the girl that was just left behind.

Yifan laughs, straightening up and following passively. “Are you jealous?”

“She was touching<\/i> you.”

“That was not my question,” he stops, preventing Yixing from leading them all the way back to his friends. Instead, he diverts, leading them outside, far from the smoking people and the ones emitting loud noises while making out.

Yixing lets go of Yifan and leans back against a wall, arms crossed on his chest as the taller stops in front of him. Something in Yixing’s face amuses him, and Yifan reaches for Yixing’s eyebrows, soothing them as he smiles fondly. “Why are you frowning so hard?”

Yixing snorts, looking away, because it’s not possible that Yifan doesn’t know. He must be messing around. “That girl.”

“Yes, what about her?”

The fingers on his eyebrows are bothering him, so Yixing knocks the hand away. “She was flirting with you.” He looks up at Yifan. “You let her touch you!”

Yifan chuckles, rubbing his face with both his palms before hooking a hand around Yixing’s nape and pulling him in for a hug. Yixing’s arms get trapped between their bodies and he petulantly refuses to hug back.

“I don’t understand what’s so funny.” He retorts grumpily. “You kidnapped me when someone else<\/i> tried to touch me.”

A hand is brought to his hair, caressing his scalp and sliding to his neck. Maybe he had succeded in making a point with his remark about Chanyeol and Zitao’s party, that one time Yifan looked so out-of-his-mind infatuated with him that Yixing’s chest hurt. “If I wanted any girls I’d have married Wendy.” Yifan’s arms circle his middle, hands entwining behind Yixing’s back and bringing him even closer. “Besides, I’m dating you, aren’t I?”

That. That’s what he was looking for. That’s what he wanted to hear. Suddenly, all the reasons that made Yixing refuse to hug Yifan back, disappear, and he snakes his arms around the other’s waist, snuggling his face in the crook of his neck. It’s crazy how well and protected he feels when Yifan holds him. Crazy to be able to just close his eyes and take a deep breath, having his mind hazed and fogged by Yifan’s scent and everything that comes along with it. Him, too, is out-of-his-mind infatuated.

He nods, “You are,” saying yes to all the implied questions Yifan lays out.

Yifan hums, lips touching the shell of Yixing’s ear. “I don’t want anyone else, Yixing.”

The feeling of comfort washing over him boosts, drawing a shiver -- the good kind, and all Yixing wants is to feel closer to Yifan, closer than this, then even closer if it’s possible.



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There is work waiting for him at his apartment, one cake and two batches of cupcakes. But he isn’t getting anything done here, lost in Yifan’s apartment with limbs all over him, mouth demanding as he kisses his boyfriend<\/i>. They were supposed to be watching a movie, a good one according to Sehun, but not very effective in keeping them apart from each other. Someone is floating in outer space on the TV screen, but Yixing can’t bring himself to care, not when Yifan’s hands are hoisting him up by the thighs, placing him on his lap.

Yixing lets out a gasp, supporting himself on Yifan’s shoulder. This is new, they’ve never been like this. This, this<\/i> is too close. Closer than before when they fell asleep next to each other, when they held each other. The intensity of Yifan’s eyes burn his cheeks, and he’s clearly looking for something in Yixing’s face. When he downs his eyes, not being able to handle the stare, Yifan’s hand comes to cradle his cheek, lifting his face.

“Is this ok?” Yifan asks, voice almost a whisper. Yixing thinks he wouldn’t like anything louder than that.

There is no reason to hide from Yifan now, he’s the one that’s supposed to know him the best, to be allowed intimacy, to be this<\/i> close with Yixing. So he takes a deep breath, locking eyes with Yifan once more, nodding and wrapping his arms around Yifan’s neck. This seemingly pleases the other; he beams, bright and beautiful, and slides his hands from where they stood at Yixing’s thighs to his hips. Tilting his face up just a bit, Yifan captures Yixing’s lips with his once more, happy to provide the kiss with small jabs of his chin, reassuring, coaxing Yixing until he opens up, lets himself be guided. Yifan sucks on his bottom lip the moment his mouth is parted, and Yixing can’t help inhaling, tightening himself around him as he feels Yifan’s hands press on his side. He likes this, he likes kissing Yifan. Maybe more than he should and that’s somewhat frightening, because kissing is never enough for too long. Soon they’ll be needing to go further. He’s ok with that, he thinks, if it’s Yifan.

Yifan moans when Yixing winds his hands into his hair and pulls the strands lightly. Their mouths part with a wet noise, Yixing’s half-hooded eyes taking in Yifan’s dark, dusky ones and how much they’re saying right now (like how much he wants to kiss Yixing harder).

“Be careful,” he warns, and Yixing is sure he’s not telling Yixing to be careful with his hair strands. The deep tone of Yifan’s voice stirs something in his stomach, twists his gut with a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long while.

“I’m not afraid.” Yixing assures. Yifan’s eyes widen a bit, jaw slacking and eyebrows arching. The fact is, he’d never been this brave. Maybe it’s Yifan and all the safety Yixing feels whenever they’re close.

Both Yifan’s hands come to caress his face, fondle his cheeks, run through his hair. It is so soothing that it nearly causes him to fall asleep, but the way Yifan looks at him, like he’s something new, and amazing and completely steelborn keeps him awake.

“I want another tattoo.” Yixing says, completely uncalled for. The thought just popped into his mind and his mouth acted before his brains, but honestly, he’s not opposed to the idea. He wants it. He wouldn’t have uttered it if he didn’t. It’s almost midnight of a Friday and Yixing decides he wants a tattoo.

Yifan is taken aback, frowns hard and wrinkles his nose. “What?” then he chuckles. “Are you drunk?”

“On soda?” Yixing points to all the soda cans they drank earlier. “I mean it. Will you ink me?”

When Yifan groans, pressing his eyes shut and biting on his lip, Yixing decides to file that one for later.

“What do you want?” he asks.

Yixing narrows his eyes, deciding that he doesn’t know. “Surprise me.”



It hurts, naturally. Specially since this one goes exactly onto<\/i> a bone. Hurts. Too much, but Yifan keeps talking to him throughout the session, and soon enough, two hours fly by. He’d left it completely up to Yifan, from the spot to the picture, and after seeing the black, watercolor (and completely random in all sizes and shapes) stars across his left collarbone, he decides it was the best choice. Yixing couldn’t have thought about giving himself such a beautiful piece. Yifan stares at him apprehensively, waiting for his final verdict as Yixing inspects himself in front of the huge mirror at the empty reception.

“I…” he utters, swallowing, letting his eyes run over it again. “I didn’t know how much I needed this.”

He turns to look at his boyfriend, a loud exhale and a smile gracing his features. Yixing drapes an arm around his middle, gently kissing his neck as fingers come to caress his nape.

“Thank you,” he says. Yifan’s hand lifts his face for a peck to the lips. His way of telling Yixing that that<\/i> is something he shouldn’t be thankful for.

The next day is a Saturday. Yifan is extra chirpy because Zitao is on the morning shift and he has zero appointments scheduled for this afternoon -- except for a retouching that will probably take fifteen minutes. Yixing brings him back to his apartment, indulging Yifan to help him with his baking by peppering kisses all over his neck expanse. The other complies, only because he knows he’ll get to lick the whipped cream bowl afterwards. Yifan is a good helper, gets almost no flour on the counter when putting the ingredients into containers to make it easier for Yixing. He had learned how to use a measuring spoon the last time they had done it like this and Yixing had to admit that he’s being pretty helpful. It’s a nice way to spend time together, plus, Yifan likes to eat the remaining batter and frosting. Ten minutes after starting with the batter, there’s already a batch of cupcakes going into the oven. He makes the filling and frosting quickly and throws himself on the bed next to Yifan and Peter Parker. He gets twenty minutes of cuddling before getting up and sending another batch to the oven.

“You should get a new oven,” Yifan says, yawning.

“I’ve been thinking about it.” Yixing answers, closing the oven before going back to his batter (that now has only the cake bunch left) and mixes the tiny pieces of strawberry Yifan had worked hard to chop small.

“Do you still have the money you got from the company?”

“Yep. But I was thinking of saving that, you know. Maybe I’ll get my own store in a couple of years.” he shrugs, leaning against the wall separating the kitchen and the living-room-bedroom.

Yifan hums, “That’s a great idea. Speaking of big changes, what about the last item on your list? There’s only one left, right?”

“Oh, yeah.” he sits on the bed, getting instantly pulled closer. “That’s a bit complicated, so I think I’ll take longer.”

“What is it? Is it the house thing?”

He nods, facing his boyfriend. “I wanna move closer to the river and to a bigger apartment.” the sighs. “I think it was silly to write that down in the first place. I’m in no position to buy myself out of this lease and get a new, more expensive one.”

Yifan doesn’t provide him with an instant answer, silence replying him instead. Yixing blinks, taking one last, deep breath before disentangling himself from the other. His first batch must be cool enough for frosting now.



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“I’m not saying he should have warned<\/i> me before getting a girlfriend, I mean, he always<\/i> has girlfriends and I couldn’t care less<\/i>, really…”

Song Qian’s voice floods Jongdae’s apartment. They were supposed to be helping them decorate the baby’s bedroom with all the nice, overly expensive stuff Soojung’s parents bought them. Seems like they’re already on good terms and fully supportive of a grandchild. Instead of decorating, they’re all sitting on the floor of the empty bedroom on a circle listening to Song Qian’s despairs<\/i>, the cookies Yixing brought on a plate in the centre.

Jongdae sighs sounding positively tired, “Why do you sound bothered?” Yixing wants to thank him for voicing that out.

“I don’t!” she retorts, stuffing her mouth with another cookie. “He can date the queen for all I care!”

“Yeah, well.” Soojung says, pulling the cookie plate closer to her. “Aren’t you dating that dude from the company?”

She rolls her eyes, tossing her hair. “That didn’t work out. Joonmyun is not what I’m looking for.”

Yixing snorts, “You were crying<\/i> for him the other day…”

“I said,” she glares, “it didn’t work out.”

He chuckles, shaking his head because this is stupid. They’re stupid. Both of them. Especially Song Qian, whom the minute Baekhyun barges into the apartment full of apologies for being late, stands up and recoils to the kitchen. He just stares behind her, frowning and turning to the rest of them for answers. Yixing would love to stay and watch the next chapter, but he’s late for a date with Yifan. A real date, according to his boyfriend.



Yifan takes him to a place called Dalgona, in Seogang-dong. The food is good and not that expensive, although Yixing remains hungry when they leave. In light of his growling stomach, they decide to return to Yifan’s place for noodles.

“Hey…” Yifan says while they walk to grab a cab, Yixing’s arm comfortably linked with his. Yixing lifts his face to look at him, waiting. “I’ve been looking… Since you said you wanted to move out of your place.” Yifan clears his throat and blushes. He actually blushes, his free hand coming to cover his face. Yixing frowns.

“I know you can’t afford a bigger place on your own, so I was thinking… Maybe if you get a roommate?”

Frowns deeper. “A roommate?”

Yifan shrugs, eyes ahead on the street alert for any cab signs. “Yeah. A roommate.” When he looks down at Yixing, there’s a different touch to his eyes -- a glint. Yixing’s seen that before. Excitement.

“All my friends already have a place,” he says. “I doubt any of them would want to live with me.”

“Then,” Yifan chuckles. “What about me?”

Yixing blinks, replaying Yifan’s words in his head over and over. That sounds like a proposition. A big one.

“We’d get a new place,” Yifan explains and that eye shimmer lingers. “bigger of course, a nicer place, and we’d both pay half the rent.”

“You’ve been looking?” Yixing asks after a while, after the idea of Yifan thinking about getting a new place for the both of them sinks in.

His boyfriend sighs, curtly waving his hand for a cab that almost gets away. Yixing waits for them to settle into the vehicle to turn to Yifan with impatient eyes.

“Yes, I’ve been looking.” the other answers.

“And what have you found?”

Yifan has selected a total of five apartments close to the river, three of them are nearing Hongdae, in Mapo, one is in Seocho and the last one locates in Gangnam. The cheapest one, a slightly roomier in comparison to Yifan’s apartment studio, with a living room that connects to the kitchen and the bedroom being upstairs.

“We’d have space for a couch, some armchairs, a bookcase, a tv set, maybe a coffee table.” Yifan explains, his laptop on the counter that splits his living room and his kitchen. Yixing inspects the pictures on the advertisement and agrees that the living room has more space than his own and Yifan’s. But.

“Show me the next.” he says, wrinkling his nose.

The next option is the same apartment. The very same model, on a different building and a higher price. He squints at the pictures.

“Looks like a hospital.” Yixing concludes, skipping the photos. “Everything is white.”

“Yeah, but everything is replaceable.” Yifan says, stepping closer to Yixing and gently squeezing his shoulder from behind.

Yixing shakes his head. “We would have to spend money for that. Next.”

Next is promising. Also in the Mapo area, has lively colors on the walls and nice colored furniture. It’s also bigger than the last ones, with a living room and a kitchen in completely different spaces (they could throw a party in the kitchen with that much space). The bedroom is a little tight, but the rest of the apartment compensates with room.

“I like this one.” he announces.

“One of my favorites. I like the red couch and bookcase.”

Yixing hums, “Let’s file this one.”

The Seocho apartment is similar to Jongdae’s in size. Spacious living room, huge kitchen, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, laundry room. A full-set. The problem is that there’s not enough furniture for that much room available and the rent is really<\/i> expensive.

“This is a lot more than what we currently pay combined.” Yixing points out. “It’s a good location, though.”

Yifan types in the last address. “Now here comes my favorite.”

The Gangnam (Apgujeong-dong) apartment is a real wonder. The living room has the same size as the Seocho one, except it’s prettier. There is a huge glass wall facing the street, the adjacent walls a beige, bisque inclined tone and a beautiful tray ceiling with a gorgeous chandelier. Two bedrooms, one of them being a suite (the picture shows a bathtub!), and a social bathroom. The kitchen is ridiculously big, attached to the dining room (“a dining room!” Yixing chirps). All furniture are dark colored, mostly brown, and completely classic. There’s an old apothecary cabinet at the entrance, and Yixing gets an awesome Victorian vibe.

“I can see myself living there.” he breathes. “But I’m pretty sure we don’t have a quarter of the money they’re asking.”

“I love everything about this place. Even the flowery curtains on that big window,” Yifan laughs. “And you’ll be surprised to know that this,” he taps on the screen. “Is cheaper than the Seocho apartment.”

Yixing chokes on his own saliva, punching his chest. He widens his eyes in surprise looking from a smiling Yifan to the computer screen. “Is there a catch?”

“No,” Yifan leans a bit into his space. Yixing settles against him comfortably. “The family that lived there had to escape the neighborhood’s judgement.”

“What?” Yixing questions in confusion.

“Well, when I saw the ad I was also suspicious, because it’s Apgujeong and the apartment is just huge<\/i>, so I called the announcer and it’s actually his mother’s house. He explained that they’re asking for a lower price because his grandmother eloped with the family’s driver. Or something.” Yifan shakes his head. “Anyway, they had to move out really fast.”

Yixing scrolls down on the page to check the asked price and chokes on his saliva again. Yifan helps him this time with little taps on his back.

“Is that what they’re asking? That’s totally affordable.”

“They’re really disgraced.”

“Holy cheese balls, Yifan,” Yixing covers his mouth with his hands and blinks at his smiling boyfriend. “That is perfect. That is so close<\/i> to the river.”

“The river actually runs behind the apartment.” he says, and Yixing grins in satisfaction. That’s everything he wants. The apartment, the location, the decoration and number of rooms. If he’s not mistaken, he had a dream about that apartment.

“But,” when he gets down from his house-induced orgasm, Yixing remembers an important matter. “This is Apgujeong. It’s really far from your studio.”

Yifan hums. “I wouldn’t mind the distance, to be honest. I mean, look at the price, Yixing. It’s almost for free. We have leverage against the other potential tenants because I offered him a free tattoo, so.”

“You made him an offer?” Yixing exclaims, mouth ajar.

“Of course! I’m an entrepreneur, it’s not like I don’t have money to live there if you don’t want to be my roommate. Because you never said yes to being my roommate.”

Yixing rolls his eyes. “Do I really have to? Ugh. Ok, Mr. Entrepreneur. Let’s be roommates.”

He puts a lot of effort in seeming blasé, pretending that Yifan’s gummy, permanently silly smile isn’t infectious. He fails, though, and decides that all that effort can be a lot more useful when invested in kissing.




Baekhyun is pretending that Song Qian isn’t in the same room, Yixing notices, which makes him believe that whatever happened after he left that day back at Jongdae’s place wasn’t pretty. He’ll have to remember to ask Jongdae later, because he’s sure neither Baekhyun nor Song Qian would want to tell him.

Anyway, Yixing’s news are big news, and two of his best friends are acting like children instead of caring for his feelings. He huffs indignantly, crossing his arms and turning his face away from the glaring duo.

“Did you visit the apartment?” Jongdae asks carefully. Him too, seems off, but not for the same reason as Baekhyun and Song Qian. He’s probably worried about Yixing, about the possibility of him sharing an apartment with someone he knows for 4 months. Except Yifan isn’t just anyone<\/i>, and as much as he loves Jongdae for caring, he should know that by now.

“Yes, there are two of them. One is in Apgujeong-dong, the other is in Hongdae.” Yixing says.

Jongdae arches his eyebrows. “Apgujeong. You’d live even closer to me.”

“The apartment is amazing, Jongdae.” he sighs. “It’s huge, and the price is surprisingly low. Something about the grandmother eloping and bringing dishonor into the house. The only problem is that it’s too far from the studio.”

“The tattoo studio?”

“Yep,” he takes a sip of his soda. “We’d be on a great location, but Yifan would have to face a 45 minute trip to work on a daily basis.”

Jongdae is clearly preparing to talk when a gasp is heard. They turn to Song Qian, who’s now staring at Baekhyun in horror. Yixing didn’t even realize they were talking. “You take that back!” she says.

The other, huffs petulantly. “I will not.”

“Baekhyun, I’m warning you…!” she balls her hands, jaw tight.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Tell your boyfriend to spank me with his money?” Baekhyun stands up. That’s when Jongdae stands up, Yixing following, to put themselves between the arguing duo.

“Wow,” Jongdae says. “Easy, both of you. What’s going on?”

Song Qian frowns, and when Yixing looks at her, he’s surprised in finding an expression he’s not familiar with. Probably because he’s not used to seeing Song Qian so disappointed.

“I don’t…” she says, letting out a shuddered breath. “I really don’t know.”

“I do.” Baekhyun’s words almost get muffled by Jongdae’s strained ’Baekhyun’<\/i>. “She’s selfish. Her selfishness is finally swallowing her alive.”

Suddenly there’s too many people talking at once, and Yixing cannot think straight -- he figures no one can, so he drags Song Qian out of the apartment and into the hallway of Jongdae’s apartment building. She leans her back against the wall, trembling hands running through her long, shiny hair. Yixing slowly settles next to her, watching her intently.

It takes her five minutes to speak. “I don’t know how we’ve gotten here.”

Yixing sighs, “You’re stubborn. Both of you. I won’t even ask how you feel, it’s so clear. It’s written all over your… Stupid, dumb face.” she snorts, but doesn’t retort. “You know there’s only one way of setting this straight.

“You should talk to him. But really talk, Song Qian, you can’t just expect him to be dictated around. That’s not how Baekhyun works.”

She lowers her head. Song Qian actually lowers her head. Yixing holds the gasp.

“Ok.” she says.

“Ok?”

“Ok, I’ll talk to him,” she breathes, blinking at him.

“You will.” Yixing nods in reassurance. “And you’ll be fine.” he walks towards the door, stopping in his tracks when he hears her voice.

“Yixing,” she says. “I think it’s a great idea. Sharing an apartment. This completes your list, doesn’t it?” When he nods, she smiles. “Do you remember when we talked, a few months ago, and you said you didn’t know where your life was headed?”

He hums, returning to the spot next to her, leaning back against the wall. Song Qian hums in agreement. “Can you see it now? The road ahead. Do you still feel lost?”

He can see all the paths where he can go from here, and there are so many of them. It’s clear as day. Yixing looks at her and stretches his lips softly. “I can see it.”

Song Qian chuckles lightly. “I can see it too. You’ve found your way. Maybe it’s me now who's a bit lost.”

Touching her wrist, Yixing tilts his head in the direction of the door. “Your way back is right behind that door.”



Jongdae manages to convince Baekhyun to talk to Song Qian, and they both leave the apartment for a quick stroll around the neighborhood in order to give them some privacy. Jongdae talks to Yixing about his new instagram page, and the possibility of a website for his baking business. They talk about Soojung (who’s visiting her parents on a mission to get their unborn baby a bigger crib), her unceasing mood swings and the tantrums about the extra weight the baby has given her. Jongdae looks tired, but happy. He asks Yixing about the apartment again, and Yixing repeats himself. He explains all about the Hongdae apartment and the Apgujeong apartment, how the Apgujeong is far from Yifan’s studio, but has a better location, while the Hongdae one is more convenient to work and considerably cheaper, but smaller. Jongdae smiles encouragingly this time.

“You wanted to live closer to the river,” he says. “You used to take longer than 45 minutes to get to work from Gwanak. If Yifan is ok with it, you should get the apartment. The price is good, isn’t it?”

“Yes. The grandmother eloped with the driver, they’re trying to escape the neighbors. We got lucky.”

Jongdae chuckles, “We should head back before they destroy my house,” and throws an arm around Yixing’s shoulders, guiding him back to the building.



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Getting the Apgujeong house is actually really simple. Yifan and Yixing went to meet with someone named Jung Minhyuk at a cafe down the corner of the apartment building’s street. Jung Minhyuk explained the whole situation about the runaway grandmother and how such a respected family had to hide in shame for the elder’s actions. Yixing would have felt bad for Minhyuk if he hadn’t looked so happy about getting a free tattoo. Afterwards he took them on a tour through the well-preserved apartment (Yixing fell in love all over again) and announced that the lease contract was of three years. They signed right away. Yixing used a good part of the money he’d gotten from the paper company to pay his way out of the contract with the Gwanak apartment and packed his things in three days. A week later, they are finally moving in.

“This shit is heavy, you fucker.” Luhan barges into the spare room, where they’re keeping all the boxes, with heavy-looking boxes that are, apparently, all of Yixing’s books. At first, Yixing considers him as the object of Luhan’s disses, but Sehun follows him with a considerably smaller box and Yixing breathes in relief.

“You’re older, you should be carrying the heavy ones anyway.” Sehun says in his awful Chinese. They start to banter, which is something Yixing isn’t be patient enough to watch, so he leaves the room.

In the living room, the situation seems worse. Four-months pregnant Soojung dictates people who are carrying boxes around, pointing her manicured finger here and there. Yixing just chuckles, but then he grimaces when catches sight of Baekhyun and Song Qian swallowing each other’s faces. He’s happy for his friends though, that was long overdue, but it’s not fair that they’re the first ones to kiss in his new apartment.

That's why he goes looking for his boyfriend, finding him in the kitchen, placing down the last of the boxes with Yixing's baking supplies. He looks so nice with long, black cargo shorts that allow his leg tattoos to be shown to the world and a sleeved t-shirt that shows off his arm<\/i> tattoos. He also wears that cute red beanie hiding the new hairstyle that Yixing and the rest of the world population are still trying to get along with.

'I did it on a whim!'<\/i> Yifan said when Yixing walked into the tattoo studio and found his boyfriend silver blonde and short haired. He suppressed the scream (he mourned Yifan's beautiful long hair later). 'I looked at my reflection and thought I could use a change.'<\/i> Well, now that Yixing is starting to come to terms with it, he can even see some charm in it. 'Remember that I fell in love with you when your hair was fully orange. And I'm still in love with you, although you look like that character from that volleyball anime with your ends like that.'<\/i>

'I do not look like Kenma!'<\/i> Yixing retorted.


Truth is, it doesn't really matter. He got a haircut earlier this morning and his hair is ~back to black~ and way shorter than it was before, and suddenly he's looking like a whole new person. Patting his orange-free hair, all of this seems too much like something new - newer than it actually is, and he likes it<\/i>. He likes to be entering a new phase, to walk down a path and know the way ahead. He's loving it.

"Hey, Mafia Boss." he calls, leaning against the wall. Yifan turns to him almost immediately, face brightening in a way that will never fail to amaze Yixing. He walks towards him, opening his arms when he gets close enough. Yixing takes him up on the offer, wrapping his arms around Yifan's waist and snuggling his face on his boyfriend's neck. He's a little sweaty from carrying boxes all afternoon, but it's fine.

"Is that my new nickname?" Yifan questions and Yixing snorts.

"May be. You look like Yakuza with your silver hair, you do<\/i> know that, don't you?"

Yifan huffs. "I'll have you know that this hairstyle compliments my complexion. And also my occupation."

Yixing laughs, "Ok, tattoo artists need to be blonde."

"Not all tattoo artists. Me." He tightens his hold around Yixing just to hear him squeak in protest. "You're supposed to be supportive, you're my boyfriend."

"I am<\/i> supportive! I didn't leave you, did I?"

Silence engulfs the kitchen for a few seconds before the burst in laughter, Yifan's hand coming to lift Yixing's face for a quick kiss.

"Hey," he says. "Thanks for doing this with me."

"Are you kidding me? You got us this place, I should be thanking you."

Yifan almost replies when Soojung's voice erupts from the living room, catching everyone's attention.

"So, I went to the doctor yesterday and I know the baby's gender." she announces. Jongdae nods on his way to his wife's side, circling an arm around her.

"And?" Baekhyun asks.

She sighs. "We didn't wanna say this before we knew the gender and all, but I didn't go to my parents to ask for a bigger crib. I went to ask for another crib."

"What do you mean?" Yixing squints. Something seems off.

"We..." Soojung looks at Jongdae, and in one of the few loving gestures Yixing's ever seen her give, she brushes her finger over Jongdae's cheek. "We are having twins. A boy and a girl."

Choking on his own saliva is becoming a habit to Yixing, apparently, and there's nothing he can do about it when such a piece of information is thrown on his face. Jongdae is having twins. Two babies are coming out of Soojung, poor Soojung. He actually feels for her now. "Damn, great news guys!"

The couple is surrounded by felicitations and hugs and chirpy people (Yixing can swear Zitao is crying), and even though Soojung feels for her future, she looks genuinely happy.

A hand laces with his, and Yixing looks up at Yifan, feeling him tug at his hand and pull him toward the big window. Up there he can see the street, other buildings. People coming and going. The sky. He feels oddly relaxed, as if a heavy load has just been lifted from his back. Yifan pulls him close, Yixing's back against his chest.

"So," Yifan starts. "Your last item."

Yixing hums, nodding. "My last item." Strangely, it feels like ages ago since he started all this, since he walked by Minseok's newsstand and got the news that the other was trying a life change. Somehow he wishes he could see Minseok now, he wishes he could know if he accomplished everything he wanted to accomplish. If he got to see Beijing.

"Are you happy?" Yifan asks.

The answer just slips from Yixing's tongue, because it's so undeniably true and he's been needing to say it so much.

"I am." he answers, taking a deep breath and looking outside the window -- into the new life that awaits him. The life that he's ready for.


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The sun feels merciless on his skin today, warmth enveloping his clothed body and almost suffocating him in agony. One of his last student runs by him in a haste to get to his mother on the other side of the street. Yixing widens his eyes ready to scold when the little boy screams “Bye Mr. Zhang! See you next week!”. He gives up on scolding, snorting a laugh instead. Two more students walk by, greeting him on their way out. It’s the brothers, the twin couple that resemble Jongdae’s kids. Their mother looks like a short-haired Soojung; she gives Yixing a little nod before walking away. He needs to remember to secretly snap a picture to send Soojung next time, because he’s pretty sure her children will be just like that when they reach 7 years old.

Checking his watch again, Yixing sighs in impatience. He’s ten minutes late. They still have to go home and grab the cake.

Yifan’s hyundai comes into sight and Yixing sprints in his direction. His boyfriend is wearing the snapback again, which means he didn’t comb his hair on top of not fixing his roots. Again.

“Howdy,” Yifan greets leaning for a kiss. “Sorry I’m late. Zitao couldn’t cover me, I had to close earlier.”

“Zitao is coming to the party,” Yixing says. “He’s probably home fixing hair and make-up.”

Yifan frowns, “It’s just a kid’s party.”

“You talk as if you don’t know him.” He says, shaking his head in disapproval at Zitao’s appearance obsession. “Anyway, we need to go home and get the cake.”

“No, we don't.” Yifan retorts, smiling at him. “Baekhyun and Song Qian stopped by on their way there. The cake is already at the party, they even sent a picture of the whole set. It looks awesome. You didn’t check the group chat?”

“Of course I didn’t check the group chat, I had twenty kids trying to make The Lion King inspired cupcakes.” Sometimes he wonders if Yifan thinks less of his teaching job. It’s really hard (but really satisfying and Yixing wouldn’t trade it for the world). “I spent the whole morning finishing up a few orders and came straight here. You know how busy my Fridays are.”

“I know baby, I’m really proud of you.” Yifan fishes for his hand and brings it over to his mouth, gently kissing Yixing’s knuckles.

“Aside from calling me baby, you’re really sweet.” he pulls Yifan’s hand, kissing his palm in return. “I think they’re giving me another group on Mondays. It’ll be a teenagers class on piping decorations, mostly.”

“Do you think you can manage your demand plus another class?”

“Dunno,” he shrugs. “Maybe I should get a helper.”

Yifan answers, eyes on the road. “I think that’s a good idea. Sehun is jobless, as usual.”

Yixing would rather implant two additional arms than hire Sehun. He pats Yifan’s shoulder.

“Hell no.”

“It was worth a try.” he laughs, suddenly stopping. “Hey! Just remembered, my mom is coming to town in two months. Seems like her husband has business stuff.”

“That’s awesome, we can take her to dinner? Thank her for the car because she literally saved our asses.”

“Or we can cook. She loves your food.”

He glares. Of course Yixing<\/i> is going to cook, because ever since Yifan ended up setting a paper box on fire by trying to turn the oven on he’s not allowed anywhere near the stove. That could have been a disaster.

They get to the party in time. Yifan places the two perfectly wrapped boxes (It looks that Ginny’s doing. Yifan would never know how to wrap a gift that prettily) on the pile of presents and pulls Yixing into the world of extravagance Soojung has created for her 1 year old babies. There’s a major chance Chen and Krystal will never remember this party, Yixing just can’t understand. Why can’t it be a little more modest?

“Because Soojung is their mother,” Baekhyun explains once Yixing voices his thoughts outloud. Song Qian sighs next to him.

“When we have kids I’m not throwing them parties.” she says wistfully. “It’s too expensive to just keep them alive.”

Baekhyun nods, raising his hand to be high-fived. Yifan snorts, removing his snapback to run a hand through his hair. “They’re two of a kind,” he says, and Yixing couldn’t agree more.



They only get a glimpse of the birthday kids when it’s happy birthday time. Jongdae is tucked in a ridiculous white suit while Soojung looks like a greek goddess in a white dress. The babies look like mini versions of them, Chen in a cute onesie with a fluffy necktie and Krystal wearing a dress that looks too much like her mother’s.

“What was she thinking…” Song Qian wonders.

“She wasn’t, clearly.” Baekhyun laughs behind his hand. “I feel so much for Jongdae though, he looks miserable.”

“They have pretty kids,” Yifan sighs. “It would be a lot worse if Soojung had brains and the kids had no looks.”

Baekhyun screeches, raising his hand one more time to be high-fived. Yifan doesn’t even hesitate. Yixing rolls his eyes, linking his arm with Yifan’s as people slowly start singing happy birthday to his friend’s 1 year olds.

Several slices of Yixing’s delicious vanilla, raspberry cheesecake filled cake later, they sit at the table completely ignoring Baekhyun and Song Qian eating each other’s faces off. They’ve mastered it with time, it’s not even a bother anymore. It’s right here, sitting at Chen and Krystal’s first birthday party (and realizing that Jongdae is already a father and they’re becoming too old for shit), that Yixing remembers that one year ago he was only starting to complete the items on his list.

“Hey,” he pokes Yifan’s arm. “It’s been a year since I wrote that list.”

His boyfriend arches his eyebrows, one of his silly, gummy smiles taking over his face. “Are you ready for another round?”

“Another list?” Yixing scoffs. “Not yet.”

Yifan hums, “I am ready for a list, though. First item is shaving my eyebrows off.”

Yixing spits the soda he was about to swallow on Baekhyun, who squeaks and nearly knocks Song Qian down.

“The minute you’re eyebrowless, you’re single.” Yixing makes sure to sound serious when he says it. Yifan looks offended. “Your eyebrows are you best treat. You kill that, you kill all the love I have for you.”

“Pfft,” Yifan snickers. “As if your love for me would die.”

It’s true, Yixing loves him so much he doubts that this kind of love can somehow disappear. However, instead of expressing that, Yixing decides for kicking his shins and slapping the back of his head, which is kind of his own way of expressing love.

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A\/N: if you reached this point, you are a true warrior. i can't thank you enough for reading.
i made a playlist of stuff i used to listen for inspiration, and to get ~in the zone~, maybe later i'll share it with you (if you're interested). EDIT i'm back with the playlist, at last hahahaha. click here to listen<\/a>~ now i'll recoil. and maybe never write something this long and boring again.<\/span>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:yeolis:15472","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/15472.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/yeolis.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=15472"}}],"title":"Everything About Living Free [7\/8]","published":"2015-01-02T02:04:47Z","updated":"2015-01-02T02:35:49Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"lay"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fanxing"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fanfic"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"everything about living free"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"kris"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"kray"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> Everything about living free
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Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Length:<\/b> 43,278 words
Summary:<\/b> Yixing has an eight-step list to change his life and the first thing is to get a tattoo. What’s not on the list, however, is the hot tattoo artist that comes along. (it's so much more than that, really)







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7.        <\/span>Change jobs to something meaningful <\/span><\/b>


The venue is huge, well ventilated and illuminated. The only problem is the amount of walking space there is. The tattoo stands are so close to each other that Yixing, had to, more than once, jump over stuff (usually trashcans). People are getting all kinds of tattoos, and there are lectures and workshops going on (what’s expected of a tattoo convention) -- the perfect place for an ink enthusiast, and the best part is that this is only day one.

He’s been walking around with Baekhyun for exactly twelve minutes but he can’t find Yifan and Zitao’s stand. He has a map and directions sent in a text message, but there are just too many stands and everyone has tattooed arms.

“Of course everyone has tattooed arms,” Baekhyun barks louder than usual. It’s noisy inside, but Yixing can hear him perfectly. “We’re at a tattoo convention. What were you expecting? Doll houses and pink dresses?”

“Seriously, Baek, no need to shout. I’m right next to you.”

“I’m not shouting,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes and stares at his phone. “Fifteen minutes. Did you figure out where they are?”

“Of course not!” Yixing retorts. “And now I feel like we’re walking in circles, why don’t we just--”

“Yixing?”

A voice he knows<\/i>, but is not very familiar speaks nearby, and Yixing turns around to be met with doe eyes and light-brown hair. The man smiles at him, full gums and eye wrinkles.

“Luhan?” he tests out, being rewarded with a nod. “Hello!”

“Didn’t know you were coming.” Luhan says, giving his shoulder a light tap. “Yifan talks about you nonstop but somehow he forgot to tell us you were coming.”

He squints very unsure. “Is this a bad thing?”

“Not at all,” Luhan steps closer, smile dropping just a bit. “I trust you remember the little chat we had the other time.”

There it is. Seeing Luhan had given Yixing a weird chill, kind of a danger warning or something. Now he knows why.

He swallows, moving closer to Baekhyun. “I do.”

“Then we’re good.” Luhan smiles, looking at Baekhyun. “Hi, I’m Luhan. Yifan’s friend.”

Baekhyun frowns at him. “Hi. Are you frightening my friend?”

“Me? Ha ha what for.” he taps Baekhyun’s shoulder. “If you’re looking for Yifan he’s three booths over,” and just like that, he walks away.

Yixing can’t lie, he feels a lot more relieved once Luhan is gone.

“Who’s that guy? One of the mean friends that gave you a warning?” Baekhyun inquires.

“He might have said something else, but I was too scared to memorize it. They made it clear that I shouldn’t lead Yifan on if I’m not interested.”

Baekhyun crosses his arms in one of the few times he doesn’t look playful or scornful. He just watches Yixing from behind his lashes and bids his time. “So have you thought about it? You and Yifan.”

Yixing sighs and looks around. A tattoo convention doesn’t seem like the best place to talk about feelings. “Can we get back to this later?” It takes a few minutes for Baekhyun to nod, but he does, and they start walking again.

They find Yifan and Zitao three booths over, exactly as Luhan had instructed, looking awfully busy. There is a woman next to them, white skin, tight, tiny shorts and a bikini top. A small portion of her body, especially arms and legs, is covered by colorful tattoos, a few watercolor ones that Yixing recognizes as Yifan’s art, and other stuff that must probably be Zitao’s. She’s definitely their model. Yixing can’t help but notice how pretty she is, short red hair and plump lips. Looks right out of a tattoo magazine.

Yifan has someone lying on their stomach on one of their chairs as he works a medium sized tattoo on their ribs. From where he sees it, it looks like a watercolor dragon. Zitao, on the other hand, works on someone’s shoulder. A few people stop to stare, but none lingers except for Yixing and Baekhyun.

“Gonna say hi?” Baekhyun asks, elbowing Yixing in a way he knows Yixing hates, just to annoy him.

“Not now. He’s working.”

“He might be waiting for you to show up.”

True, he might. “I’ll talk to him when he takes a break.”

The break happens about eight minutes in. The person, a young man, gets up from the chair and looks down at his hips, trying to look at the finished piece. Yifan chuckles then takes his phone out, snapping a picture. The man looks pleased; shakes his hand and pays him before having his middle wrapped in plastic and leaving. Only then Yixing approaches.

“Looking busy,” he says. Yifan turns around to the sound of his voice, eyebrows arched and mouth parted. His lips tug upwards when he catches sight of Yixing.

“Hey!” Yifan chirps, rushing closer and wrapping Yixing in a quick, kind of unexpected hug. It shouldn’t be this unexpected, they’ve hugged before, they’ve slept next to each other before, they’ve kissed<\/i> before. Hugging is probably the basic. However, it makes something flutter in Yixing’s stomach. “I’m so happy you came!” he says, and Yixing can really see it in his eyes, that he’s happy.

He smiles wide and carefree. “Yeah. I’m kinda confused about the disposition of booths though, were they placed not to let us wander around?”

Yifan laughs, crossing his arms on his chest. He’s wearing a long-sleeved shirt, Yixing notices, a black one, and his hair is tied in a loose bun. “It’s a tight fit. Too many artists.” he sees Baekhyun. “Hey man. Baekhyun, right?”

The other nods, “Got a good memory.”

“Thank you for coming.”

Baekhyun snorts, “I’m not here for you, pal. I’m here for the rock’n’roll chicks. Gonna stroll,” he spins his index finger in the air and pokes Yixing in the ribs before leaving. “Call me later.”

They watch after him before settling on each other again. Yixing steps into the stand and takes a look around. Yifan’s designs -- the ones he’d shown him and others that he hadn’t -- are everywhere on display. Zitao’s are there too, Yixing assumes they’re his only because the colors and techniques doesn’t look like Yifan’s.

“So,” he starts after a few moments of silence. “How is everything so far?”

“Great,” Yifan answers. “Lots of people coming over, lots showing interest in our work, wanting contacts and stuff. So far, so good.”

Before they can fall into conversation, another customer comes in, and they keep coming, which is actually awesome for Yifan and Zitao’s business. When Zitao is finally free he takes Yixing in, shows him the sketches he’s displaying. A lot of stuff with clocks and blocks of colors, Yixing likes it. Then when something gets him busy again, Yixing calls Baekhyun and follows him to a female tattooist stand. She has a crooked tooth and a pointy nose, but her designs are mostly fit for girl’s thighs. Baekhyun wouldn’t be there for nothing, Yixing thinks.

Hours drive by and Yixing is pretty impressed with how quick it rushed. Before he notices the speakers are announcing the last minutes of open stands. They return to Yifan and Zitao’s stand with cups from a drink stand right in the middle of the venue (they got some discounts thanks to Baekhyun flirting with the cashier). Yifan doesn’t look busy when he gets there, chatting with some girl. Judging by the color of her hair and her tattooed, pale and overly exposed skin, it’s the model. He approaches them, offering one of the cups to Yifan.

“For me?” he looks surprised, but accepts the cup. When Yixing smiles and nods, Yifan beams, his eyes lingering. “Thanks.” he lightly pinches Yixing’s cheek. “Met Ginger?”

The woman turns to him, smiling tightly. “Hi,” says.

“Hi.” Yixing curtly nods giving her little attention, then turns to Yifan. “I’m hungry. Do you wanna get something to eat after you’re done here?”

“Good, let me just wrap this up,” he takes a sip of his drink and gives Yixing a questioning look.

“Iced coffee?”

“Yep. Not good?”

“No, you just…” he blinks, his eyes doing that thing where he stares for too long, lingers on Yixing’s face as if there’s something so worthy of contemplation there. “Hit the right spot.”



The second day of convention seems a lot more chaotic than the first. Looks like the world’s population decided to show up on Sunday, Yixing barely finds room to walk amongst stands, and since Baekhyun didn’t tag along it feels like he’s lost. So, he ends up hanging around at Yifan’s stand, where he sits around and watches him and Zitao work the whole day, gets food when they’re hungry and even works as an assistant when needed. Everything is good. Except for the Ginger girl who doesn’t seem to be fond of Yixing (probably because every single time she walks up to Yifan and says something, Yixing cuts in).

When the day is done, they’re all so tired no one feels like eating.

“I want a shower.” Zitao whines as he packs all his sketchbooks and tools on suitcases.

“I’d go for a bath,” says Ginger, who surprisingly stayed to help them clear the stand. “It’s a lot more relaxing,” she glances at Yifan from behind her lashes while bending over to pick a backpack. Yixing closes his fists. She’s such an annoying human being, the way she’s always arching her back so her breasts will show. And why can’t she put on a shirt already? There’s nothing to be showcased anymore, no need to walk around in a bikini.

“Hey,” Yifan nudges his side. “You look seconds away from murder.”

Yixing sighs, looking up at him. “She doesn’t bother me.”

“Oh. Ok then.” Yifan smiles in amusement, crossing his arms on his chest. “Do you want a ride home? I have Sehun’s car.”

“That would be awesome,” he whines, shoulders dropping and hands reaching to rub his face. “I’m so tired.”

The other chuckles, ruffling his hair and sliding his hand down to Yixing’s neck. “Thanks for helping out.”

An answer like ‘you’re welcome’<\/i> is the expected turn to that conversation. However, as he looks up at Yifan, his thumb soothing on the side of Yixing’s neck, he thinks there’s just one thing he would like to do. That’s when Yixing takes a few steps forward and wraps his arms around Yifan’s middle, cheek pressed against his shoulder blades. Yifan takes a deep breath before hugging back. He would love to shoot Ginger a look of triumph, but Yifan’s arms feel so warm around him that Yixing decides to settle for feeling victorious.


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Zitao wanted star-shaped cookies along with a cake for his birthday party. Yixing didn’t have star shaped cut-outs, so he had to go out and buy some. It was good though, he took advantage of the opportunity to get a few items he was missing. Zitao’s stars had to be glittery yellow with big Zs of golden fondant. The golden pigment was a little harder to find than the glittery yellow, much to Yixing’s surprise, but in the end, it all worked out and Zitao had fifty shining stars with big Zs.

“Isn’t it a little girly for a man?” Song Qian asks as she stores the cookies in containers. She had showed up earlier with the promise of help, but honestly, Yixing knew all she wanted was to eat the raised dome he would cut off from the cake. “And a tattooist?”

“Hey!” Yifan cries from where he gets the colorful stars sprinkles in Yixing’s cabinet. “Zitao takes pride in originality.”

Song Qian doesn’t seem fazed. “Still girly,” she forgets the cookies for a second and turns to Yifan. “Do you think he would mind if we took Soojung? She’s really craving for a party like this, with treats and stuff.”

Yixing chuckles, spreading filling between the layers of the rainbow cake Zitao asked for. The tattooist was very specific about fondant icing with a cute panda over it. “I’ve been ignoring her calls. She wanted me to bake her stuff. I can’t do it once or she’ll think I’m totally ok with doing it forever. Or at least until the baby is born.”

“I think he won’t mind. He didn’t mind you<\/i> coming.” Yifan answers, pulling the sleeves of his shirt up and revealing his tattooed arms. Then<\/i>, Yixing stops spreading filling. Yifan focuses on him for a while, lips tugging on the sides as he stares and his arms cross on his chest. “You’ve got cream on your cheek.”

He startles, letting go of the spatula to reach for his face. Yifan chuckles, walking up to him and wiping the cream off Yixing’s cheek. “You’re cute.”

Yixing snorts, averting his eyes because his ears tingle, and he wants to scratch them so much, but that would be a statement of embarrassment. As if Yifan can’t see how red his face surely is. “I’m cute because I got cream on my face?”

“No, you’re cute on a daily basis. The cream just adds up to it.” Yifan shrugs, putting his hands in his pants pockets.

Suddenly, Song Qian clears her throat. They both turn to spot her not far from where they stand, two star cookies on hands looking positively bored. “Can you please stop flirting? I still have to get ready for this party.”

The past weeks have been an easy routine. Somehow the word about Yixing’s baking skills spreaded around after Jinri’s son’s birthday and people kept asking him if he was taking orders. Workers he didn’t even knew worked at the Paper Company came up to him and eventually, Jongdae designed a simple menu with drawings of the cakes Yixing could offer and the frostings and fillings. Everything just spiralled out of control since then (especially because Jongdae took the liberty of titling the menu with big letters: Yixing’s Cake Business). He’s taken five orders the past two weeks -- a simple chocolate buttercream cake, a fruit cake, a coconut cake with a fondant elephant (he had to buy the elephant form), a batch of cupcakes of assorted flavors and a box with ten red velvet cupcakes. He’d been baking a lot more, along with work he almost didn’t have time to do anything else. Thankfully, his friends were great helpers; Baekhyun had been bathing Peter Parker (which explains all the scratches in his arms) and Song Qian took all his dirty laundry the week before.

Yixing’s been seriously thinking about this baking thing. He’s doing alright, and people like his cakes, he’s obviously good at this and the best part is that he loves baking. Feels like he could do it everyday and never get tired.

After Yixing and Song Qian take quick baths and change, Yifan calls Sehun (the cake ride) to pick them up. It takes him a few minutes to get to Yixing’s place, but he manages it.

“We should hurry, Zitao is freaking out about his decorations. Says it looks pointless without the cookies and cake.”

“It looks pointless because he’s mixing glitter and pandas.” Song Qian barks. Sehun squints at her and leans against his car.

“Who’s that?”

“That’s my friend, Song Qian.” Yixing explains. “Song Qian, this is Sehun. Yifan’s friend.”

Sehun looks like seconds from smiling or maybe offering his hand for a shake, but Song Qian says, “Your Chinese is funny,” and the hint of joy in his eyes drops completely. His mouth frowns slightly.

“We should go.” he gets in the car and waits for everyone to accommodate with the cake and cookies. Yifan takes the passenger seat while Yixing and Song Qian go in the back seat.

“Is Soojung coming?” Song Qian asks Yixing.

“Nah, Jongdae says she’s already asleep.” he answers. “Better like this. Who knows what kind of havoc she would wreck.”

The drive to Mapo is silent, only the soft music from Sehun’s radio system filling the air. Zitao’s party takes place on a rooftop nearby Yifan’s apartment building, Luhan’s building from what Yixing was told. They get there quick without traffic, and the building, in Yixing’s opinion, is a little fancier than Yifan’s.

“Luhan is rich.” Sehun says in his easy chinese. Yixing just nods. The rooftop shines in golden and yellow, sparkly party flags and yellow balloons. Makes one wonder where will the panda cake fit. Wouldn’t a sun cake be a better fit?

As soon as they step in, Zitao rushes in their direction. Yixing’s eyes widen when notice he’s wearing a panda costume. He grips Yixing’s shoulder, “I’m glad you made it on time. Where’s my cake?”

Yixing blinks, “Yifan’s bringing the cake. Here are the cookies,” he hands the box and points to Song Qian. “This is my friend, Song Qian. She helped decorate the cookies. Happy birthday, by the way.”

Song Qian waves and smiles prettily, that way she manages when she wants people to like her. Seemingly works well with Zitao; he grins and takes her hand in both his, shaking it. “Thank you for coming.”

Zitao’s guests start arriving at the party thirty minutes in, by then music is already blasting and people are getting drunk. Yixing just leans against the wall with Song Qian (until she spots something she likes and scurries away to follow them), trying to figure out if people like his cookies by their facial expressions when they take the first bite. Everyone seems delighted, except for one man wearing a bright purple t-shirt and brown shorts. That one frowns and throws the precious star away. Makes Yixing want to force it down his throat.

“You look displeased for someone so cute in a party with cake and balloons.”

Yixing blinks out of his deviations and turns his head. Next to him is a smiling man at least half a head taller, brown hair styled away from his forehead and nice eyes. Yixing doesn’t know him nor remember seeing his face before.

He smiles, casting his eyes away because the way the man looks at him makes warmness creep up his neck. He reaches up for his ears before looking up. The man is still smiling, as if Yixing’s reaction to his approach is amusing.

“Cute people need to look pleased in a party with cake and balloons?” Yixing tries. The man beams wider, which is surprisingly possible. It’s a wonder that his mouth can stretch any further.

“So you agree that you’re cute.” Smiley Man crosses his arms on his chest and Yixing flushes redder. He feels trapped.

“You’re the one that said it first.” he retorts.

“Yeah, I think you’re cute.” the other says matter-of-factly. “Do you agree with me?”

Somehow this doesn’t sound like a yes or no question. Yixing snorts, meeting Smiley Man’s eyes and, for the first time since their weird conversation kicked off, he doesn’t look away.

The man, noticing Yixing wouldn’t answer his question, stretches a hand. “I’m Chanyeol.”

“Yixing.” he shakes the hand and Smiley Man -- now Chanyeol --, widens his eyes (also surprisingly possible).

“You made the cake and the glittery cookies?” asks in curiosity.

“I did. Zitao insisted that glitter was involved, even if it doesn’t match his panda costume or the cake.”

Chanyeol laughs, the sound makes Yixing wonder if that’s how he usually laughs or if he went a little overboard. “That’s Zitao right there.” he heaves a sigh. “Say, Yixing, do you want a drink? Or a cookie?” It’s been a while since it last happened that way, but Yixing thinks Chanyeol is flirting with him. He feels utterly unprepared for this kind of situation, should he lead Chanyeol on? Should he tell Chanyeol he’s not up for a drink and suggest that he gets lost? Clearing his throat, Yixing nods. Chanyeol smiles, “Drink or a cookie?”

“Cookie.”

Chanyeol gives him a thumbs up. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he parts, Yixing fishes for his phone in his pocket, fingers skating across the screen in a rush to send Song Qian an SOS message. Even before he has the message sent, someone touches his shoulder. He closes his eyes in despair. Is Chanyeol back already? However, it’s not Chanyeol’s overly enthusiastic face that greets him once he turns around. It’s Yifan, eyebrows menacingly furrowed. That<\/i> is an odd face for someone in a party with cake and balloons.

“You ok?” Yixing asks and Yifan huffs looking vexed and annoyed.

“Sure,” he answers, but something about his tone is not right. When Yixing narrows his eyes, Yifan looks away. “Are you here alone?”

“Nope. I met someone named Chanyeol? He went for some cookies.”

“Yifan!” Chanyeol exclaims, cookies in both hands. He hands one over and Yixing notices he’s got glitter all over his fingers. Song Qian must have sprinkled them over the already glued ones and the loose grains are falling all over people’s fingers. He wrinkles his nose in distaste. “Nice to see you, man.”

“Chanyeol,” Yifan says. “Didn’t know you were back in town.”

“I am!” Chanyeol looks down at Yixing. “Your cookies got me all sparkly.”

“I’m sorry.” he bites on his lower lip and winces at Chanyeol apologetically, but the taller man laughs delightedly.

“It’s fine, Yixing.”

Yifan clears his throat. “Luhan was looking for you,” he touches Yixing’s forearm. “Wanted to say hi or something.”

Strange stuff, since Luhan never looks too happy in seeing him. He frowns. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. Do you wanna go find him?”

“Now?” Chanyeol cuts in. “But I got you a cookie.”

Suddenly, they’re both staring down at Yixing with these really expectant eyes and anxious faces and Yixing is at loss for words. That’s when Song Qian arrives, arms linked with another man Yixing’s never seen before. He rushes to her side.

“Hey,” she says. “This is Joonmyun. He works for the Paper Company, can you believe this?”

Yixing looks at the man, slightly shorter than him and definitely shorter than Song Qian. Joonmyun, on the other hand, doesn’t seem fazed by his height, smiles at Yixing and nods at both Yifan and Chanyeol.

“Yifan.” he greets.

“Joonmyun.” the other answers. “It’s been a while.”

Song Qian gasps. “You know Mr. Handsome?” Joonmyun frowns and Yifan rolls his eyes at the nickname. “I mean Yifan.”

“Oh, yeah.” he smiles. Yixing notices he’s got perfect teeth and a nice forehead. “I’m Zitao’s neighbor, sometimes we go out for drinks.”

“So you work in the company? Why haven’t we seen you before?” Yixing questions, but instead of getting an answer from Joonmyun, Song Qian replies excitedly.

“He’s from the seventh floor.”

“Oh,” he says. “Human resources.”

Song Qian hums, “He’s the head of HR.”

Everything makes sense now -- why Song Qian is attached to Joonmyun and why they never see him in the company. No one ever sees heads of sectors, they’re always too busy to walk amongst commoners. Which might mean Joonmyun has money. Which leads him back to the reason why Song Qian is attached to him.

“Excuse us?” Yifan, who had been watching from aside, pulls Yixing unceremoniously. “We need to go find Luhan.”

“But--”

“Wait a second!” he hears Chanyeol yell, but it’s too late and Yifan has already dragged him out of the rooftop and into the staircase. He climbs them down until they reach the elevator level. Yixing just watches him curiously.

“Where are we going?” he questions as Yifan presses the elevator button repeatedly. If Yixing didn’t know better, he would seriously consider a horde of zombies on their tail to justify Yifan’s haste in leaving the rooftop.

“Luhan’s apartment.”

“Why? The party is happening up here.”

Yifan sighs, running both hands though his ponytail hair, which causes it to come loose from the tie and forces him to redo it. Yixing’s never seen such an expression on Yifan’s face. Concerned, but not thoughtful. He’s clearly unhappy about something.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing Yixing,” his voice sounds tired. “There’s nothing wrong.”

The elevator arrives and they step inside. No one says a word during the whole ride to Luhan’s floor. The door is open, Yifan pushes it easily and holds it for Yixing to come inside. Luhan’s apartment is colorful, all sorts of funny decorations, which doesn’t match the idea Yixing has of Yifan’s friend at all.

He takes his time inspecting Luhan’s place and all the film noir pictures he’s got framed. Posters of classics hang all around.

“Yixing,” Yifan’s voice snaps him out of his decoration-induced reverie. “Come here.”

The other is sitting on the turquoise couch, already removing the yellow cushions and making room for Yixing to sit next to him. Yixing feels too conscious of the atmosphere once he sits and Yifan scoots a little bit closer, arm brushing his. They’re so close that Yixing’s stomach flutters in anticipation. They’ve been close before, so much closer, but it’s only the two of them in the apartment, not even the music from the party is heard, and there's something different about the way Yifan looks down at him, like he’s choosing the right words to say something important.

Yixing feels uneasy. “Did you want to say something?”

Yifan nods once, inhaling and taking Yixing’s hand in his. Yixing’s heart skips a beat as Yifan plays with his hand, touches his nails and thumbs the spaces between his fingers.

“I’m sorry I dragged you down here,” he chuckles. It sounds different, almost embarrassed. “Chanyeol was all over you and I was starting to get pissed.”

Yixing bites back a smile, although he’s pretty sure Yifan can see the amusement in his face. “Are you jealous?” The hands Yifan use to rub his face aren’t enough to mask his flushed cheeks. Yixing giggles, pulling the hands down. Now Yifan just looks pained. “Are you?”

He shifts, face suddenly alert. “It’s like… The birds.” Yifan starts. “And the sun and the air… The air has these tiny… particles thingies that are just…” he laughs nervously. “Unavoidable.”

What<\/i>, is the only think Yixing can get from all the gibberish. Yifan can probably see it in his face, the confusion.

“What I mean is that… All these things… They’re gonna touch you. And there’s nothing I can do about it.” he explains, fast breathing and searching eyes. “But Chanyeol<\/i>... That, I can stop.” Yixing stills, looking for Yifan’s eyes, but they’re focused on another part of his face. His mouth. He bites on his lower lip and Yifan inhales, finally looking up.

“What are you saying?”

“That I hate when people touch you, or get closer to you. I might have just realized that, but I hate it.” He exales, as if he’s unloading a burden that’s been bothering him for a long time. Yixing feels fuzzy, and the thumps of his heart reverberate through his entire body. It’s not like it’s a surprise to hear all that from Yifan, he’s been aware of feelings<\/i> for a while. Especially his own. Yixing’s been thinking about that night they slept together, about Yifan’s arms around him and his breathing on Yixing’s neck. He’s been thinking about what they both said and wondering if he would know when time is finally right. Turns out he does know.

“I like you,” Yifan says, sounds like he’s declaring defeat. Maybe he is. “I feel so stupid, because we know each other for three months and there hasn’t been a single day in which I don’t think about you.

“That first day when you left the studio, I seriously considered asking my receptionist if you had left any information, a phone number, an e-mail address… Anything I could use to contact you. Then I found you at the convenience store and thought wow, it must really be destiny<\/i>.” he lowers his eyes and chuckles to himself. “Silly. I’m not that kind of guy, Yixing. To call it destiny and stuff, but there’s something about you… I don’t know. You bewitched me.”

He gets it now. The gibberish about the sun and the birds. Yixing holds Yifan’s gaze because there’s nowhere else he’d rather look, and ever so slowly, his fingers find their way down Yifan’s leg. He slides just a bit closer, not daring to look away from the parted mouth and half-lidded eyes Yifan watches him intently with, letting Yixing approach on his own accord. The hand on his leg snakes up, drags all the way to Yifan’s face and he lets out a shuddered breath, blinking slowly as Yixing settles himself so attached to Yifan’s side that the latter shifts, drapes his arm around Yixing’s shoulder.

He wishes he could find the exact same words Yifan had said, Yixing really wishes he could bring himself to say it back. It’s not that he doesn’t feel the same way. He does. Just doesn’t know how to put it. Instead, Yixing lifts his face and touches Yifan’s lips with his. It’s just a dry press of lips at first, Yixing moving his hand so his arm is circling Yifan’s neck. The way he gets himself nearly on top of Yifan causes the other to move, place his hands on Yixing’s hips. Yifan opens his mouth, moves his lips to catch Yixing’s lower one between his as he brings them closer.

They just kiss for a while, hands moving from necks to waists and shoulders, tongues tasting and laving. Kissing Yifan turns out to be quite relaxing, not as nerve-racking and urgent as he thought it would be. It’s easy, swift as the coursing river.

He whines and tries to pull him back when Yifan pushes them apart, having both his wrists caught in a hold. “But with all the force of a great typhoon, right?”

Yixing frowns. Didn’t even realize he’d said that out loud. “Whatever you want, just keep kissing me.”

“You’re the one who said it--”



They don’t leave Luhan’s apartment until Song Qian calls saying that Zitao is pissed because Yifan missed the happy birthday, so they move upstairs in a hurry. Zitao jumps Yifan and gives him an earful for missing his moment to shine, and says that he’s not working on monday so Yifan can compensate him by double shifting. Chanyeol finds Yixing moments after Zitao drags Yifan somewhere in a chokehold and asks if he’d intruded on something.

“I didn’t know you two were a thing.” he says apologetically.

Yixing smiles and Chanyeol nods, mouth pressed in a thin line. Now that he’s not feeling the pressure of being courted, he notices how big are Chanyeol’s ears. It’s kind of endearing, actually. Makes him sigh.

“So. Maybe we can talk some time. As friends?” he suggests.

“Sounds awesome,” Yixing answers, and he really means it.


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There is no time left for anything other than work and baking. He bakes when he wakes up, he bakes before going to bed, he even bakes at other people’s places (Soojung charged him in a batch of Red Velvets for messing up her kitchen). He doesn’t even sense it take over his life. Yixing just sees himself getting swamped by demands and orders. More and more people he doesn’t remember giving his phone number to, start calling him at ungodly hours (especially when he’s in a middle of a call with a rabid customer that’s for sure not interested in changing his paper brand). It’s a mystery how that many people get to know about his services, and he’s starting to suspect that his friends have a huge share in it.

He spends his working hours eager to get home and try the new recipies he’s been gathering. Zitao’s birthday was a good experience in the cookies field; Yixing is trying new sugar-based icings and he uses these on the cookies he’s bringing his mother and grandparents on his holiday trip. He ponders packing some more cookies, considering he’s in for three days of his family and they’ve all been hearing so much about his baking goods that Yixing feels mean for not bringing many.

Song Qian agrees taking care of Peter Parker while he’s away, although he’s kind of afraid she’d usurp his title as the cat’s human. Yifan also offered to look after his pet, but Yixing feared the interactions between Peter Parker and Yifan’s hamster, Toy. He didn’t want his kitten to become a murderer just yet.

Yifan, on the other hand, didn’t seem very pleased with Yixing going away for that long. The tattoo artist kept texting throughout his Saturday afternoon while he packed, lamenting the fact that he had to work on Yixing’s ‘last day in Seoul’.

It’s just three days, don’t be dramatic.<\/i> he texts back, fighting the urge to grin because Yifan is so obvious. It even looks like you’d truly miss me.<\/i>

The other sends him a glaring selca, furrowed eyebrows and fierce eyes that only manages to send Yixing into a laughing fit.

On Sunday, Yifan drives him to the airport early in the morning. Keeps reminding him that he had to give Sehun a free tattoo ticket to borrow the car again, and he only manages to do so because the younger one is a big couch potato. Yifan mentions Luhan is planning a holiday gathering, and that maybe he’ll crash at Zitao’s because he’s always so hammered at Luhan’s parties that the way home is like finding a trap door to Narnia. Although Yifan’s task is simply driving Yixing to the airport, he hangs until the last call to board the plane, and Yixing rewards him with a nice box of assorted cupcakes. Yixing can see it in Yifan’s eyes that he wants to lean forward when they say their goodbyes; he can catch a glint that lights up Yifan’s eyes every time they face each other. Maybe it’s not a coincidence that Yifan’s eyes smile when he looks at Yixing, and he would gladly lean forward himself, but he doesn’t have a clue at where they stand, he doesn’t know if kissing Yifan would be invading his space or maybe jumping to conclusions.

The thing is that they never talked about the kiss at Zitao’s party, they didn’t have an opportunity to do so. Zitao’s party was on Friday, and Yixing spent the whole Saturday holed up in his apartment baking and packing. It’s not like the subject never came to mind -- he couldn’t stop thinking about it, and the text Yifan sent him at 6AM is an indication that the other couldn’t stop thinking about it either. However, no one brought it up and the Saturday went by with Yifan agreeing to drive him to the airport and Yixing baking an extra batch of cupcakes.

After a 3 hour and 25 minutes flight, the first thing Yixing does when he lands in Changsha is text Yifan. I’m home :)<\/i>. He rips the ICN-CSX ticket from his luggage and throws it in a wastebasket on his way to grab a cab. Yifan’s answer only comes when he’s halfway to his mother’s house. have fun<\/i>.

A second one comes a few minutes later.

i’ll miss you :< <\/i>


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“BABA DON’T FEED THE DOG COOKIES! THESE ARE FOR US, HUMANS!”

His mother screams from the living room. She probably spots grandpa giving Ruki stuff to eat again. Yixing smiles, plopping the bundle of dry clothes his mother asked him to fold on the couch. He takes a seat on the floor and starts folding the pants in a uniform pile. Yixing’s pretty good at folding clothes, he should fold his own back home instead of leaving it all in a messy huddle all around.

He’s almost done with the pants when his mother approaches, “Do you want Hotpot for dinner?”

Yixing arches his eyebrows. “Are you cooking?”

His mother shakes her head, “Your grandmother is.”

He sighs in relief. His mother can’t cook Hotpot to save her life. “Then it’s fine.” he smiles when she squints before sitting down to help him with the clothes. She uses the same method he does (of course she does, it’s her<\/i> method) to pile up the folded ones, and too soon they’re finished.

“Thanks for helping,” Yixing says. “I’m actually really lazy to fold clothes.”

She gives him a look. “Well I didn’t teach you that,” and sighs. “Mei Ling’s son may be a perpetrator, but he never complains about folding clothes.”

“What a big fat lie,” Yixing scoffs and elbows her side. “I’m not complaining.”

“It’s fine, I’m used to it.” pinching his nose, she wraps her thin arms around him, humming in contentment. “I’m so happy. I missed my son.”

Yixing smiles, returning the hug. “I missed you too, mama.”

“Your grandpa gave the dog all the cookies,” she retorts. “Do you feel like baking some more? Maybe one of those beautiful cupcakes you send me pictures.”

“Oh yeah. I can bake some cupcakes. Do you have piping tips?” he perks up.

“Of course I do!”

They move to the kitchen and his mother helps him in separating the ingredients. She watches him closely, ready to throw in a remark if he messes up, which Yixing thinks it’s kinda funny, because ever since his grandmother taught him how to bake, he’s been better than his mother and still she lectures. He opts for simple chocolate cakes with buttercream icing. He finds a jar of strawberry jam in the fridge and uses it as filling. Yixing warns his grandfather not to feed Ruki his cupcakes.

“I’m not feeding him anything!” his grandpa defends himself.

“I know you told him to eat my flowers!” Yixing’s grandma complains, her lips a complete mess of buttercream and chocolate crumbs. He chuckles, sitting back by the table and watching them diss each other like a couple of teenagers, only halting when his grandma decides she’s got better stuff to do, like cooking dinner.

When his mother sits next to him to devour what seems to be the third cupcake, Yixing takes the chance to ask her about the institution he sent money.

She nods, “It’s going well. I didn’t buy food with the money you sent, I bought them clothes.” she explains. “They loved it, some were really in need of new clothes. Thank you, angel.”

Yixing relaxes against the chair, feeling an odd sense of joy filling him. “That’s good mama, thanks for helping.”

“Speaking of which,” she licks the last of cupcake icing. “How is your list thing going? Are you done yet?”

“Not yet.” he blinks, thinking back to his list and all he’s done so far. He’s so close to the finishing line, and the thought of what comes next never even crossed his mind. What happens once he’s done?

“Did you accomplish what you wanted to accomplish?” His mother watches him intently, half eaten cupcake forgotten.

Yixing started the list with the intent of moving out of the stale life he was trapped into -- going to work, coming back home, sleeping only to wake up and start everything over, maybe meeting with friends to chat and have a drink. His friends always had something interesting to say -- a promotion, a new boyfriend, a new girlfriend, an awesome recently found record store, sometimes a recipe that turned out to be just what they were looking for. Yixing never had stuff to say besides complaints about work and his rude bosses unhappy about his screwed up monthly numbers.

Something’s changed ever since the list. No. Everything<\/i> changed. He doesn’t come home to an empty, lifeless lodging at the end of his days. He doesn’t sit in front of his xbox sadly trying to unlock more missions on Dead Rising 3. When meeting with his friends, there is always something to talk and discuss, even if his life is always put in perspective. For once, people look at him and see something interesting. He looks at himself and sees something interesting. Yixing is that dude with the orange hair that bakes awesome stuff and hangs up the phone on angry customers. Yixing is the dude with a cat named Peter Parker (of all names) and the beginnings of a baking business that only him can’t see as an actual business.

So he looks at his mother and answers with a smile.

“Yes, mama. I did.” he blinks, twirling the fork he was using to eat his cupcake in his fingers. “There’s one more thing I should do, though.”

She frowns, “What would that be?”


7.1.        <\/span>Quit my job <\/span><\/b>


He quits on Wednesday first thing in the day when his co-workers (ex co-workers) are still getting their work spaces ready for another shift.

The holiday in Changsha was great -- it added up to the wave of great things that’s been coming into Yixing’s life. Sunday was a home day, baking for his family, eating his grandmother’s hotpot, watching late night game shows. Monday was a neighborhood day, Yixing visited all his old friends. He was somewhat surprised at seeing that half of them were already married with kids. On Tuesday his mother took him to the children centre he sent the money for. The place doesn’t have the best facilities and installments, but it’s comfortable, the kids look happy. His mom names all of them, whispering to the kids that Yixing was the nice man who bought them all those clothes. He was thanked by being jumped and dragged all the way to bedrooms to be introduced to teddy bears and puppies. He thinks that maybe Tuesday was the best day.

It’s only when he’s on the cab back to the airport that he checks his phone, the device completely forgotten in his suitcase. There are about twenty text messages. Five from Song Qian with pictures of Peter Parker and the most useless information about the cat. Two are from Jongdae, talking about ‘Yixing’s cake business’ and how he should think about losing the ‘Yixing’ and naming it ‘Cake Business’. He likes it. Three are from his phone company about roaming service and his data limits. All the other ones are from Yifan.

did you get there yet?<\/i>

met your friend baekhyun at the grocery shop today.<\/i>

finished all your cupcakes in fifteen minutes. you should come back right away to gimme some more<\/i>

morning :)<\/i>

did you lose your phone?<\/i>

yixing??? D:<\/i>

ok, i’m not gonna bother anymore<\/i>

morning, are you there?<\/i>

zitao is whining about sehun and how he’s constantly ignored. please save me.<\/i>

Yixing snorts and types an answer. Geez, you love me that much?<\/i>

The answer comes less than a minute later. YIXING. YOU ARE ALIVE.<\/i>

Of course I’m alive,<\/i> he bites back a smile. Couldn’t stand being apart from me, right?<\/i>

sure. want me to pick you up at the airport?<\/i> Yixing can almost picture Yifan blushing and averting his eyes, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. He can’t stop the grin that takes over his face.

You’ll die if you don’t.<\/i>

mock me all you want, it’s not gonna make me miss you any less.<\/i>

His face will break if he smiles any wider. You’ll have to give Sehun another tattoo ticket.<\/i>

no, i’ll take a cab. i know you could do that by yourself, but i wanna see you.<\/i>

It’s a 3 hour and 25 minutes flight back to Seoul. He can make it.



Yifan is waiting for him at the arrival gate, and it feels like Yixing is catching glance of him for the first time. He’s wearing a blue t-shirt, his hair in a half ponytail. He looks so handsome Yixing could cry tears of joy over the fact that it’s him Yifan is waiting for. As soon as he steps closer, Yifan’s hand reaches for Yixing’s hair, sweeping his too-long fringe away from his forehead.

“Your hair is longer,” Yifan says, hand falling to Yixing’s nape.

“Hello you,” Yixing tilts his face up and grins, hoping that he looks cute and his dimple appears. “I’ve been out for three days, that’s not enough time for my hair to grow longer.”

Yifan frowns in surprise. “Three days? Wow. Felt like a month.” he says, making a grab for Yixing’s suitcase and pulling it to his side before sliding the hand on Yixing’s neck down his arm and straight to his hand.

Just like it’s no big deal, Yifan laces their hands together, eyes locked on their entwined fingers. Something flutters in Yixing’s stomach and his ears tickle. He would like to scratch, but Yifan’s hand feels awesome in his, and maybe this is a milestone that he wouldn’t want to ruin.

In the cab, Yifan can’t seem to be able to keep his hands off Yixing. Caressing his neck, running his fingers through his hair, touching his knees, his fingers, poking his nose. It’s so much Yixing feels like he might combust any time. The way his eyes explore Yixing’s face, as if there’s something there he still ought to see, something hidden. There’s nothing actually, but Yixing loves having Yifan’s attention, so he scoots a bit closer and places a hand on Yifan’s leg. He gets an arm around his shoulder in exchange.

It’s when they’re in the elevator of Song Qian’s apartment building to pick Peter Parker up that Yifan turns to him, eyes a little glassy and lips parted like he’s not paying attention to himself and his facial features. He looks at Yixing as if nothing else could catch his focus.

“Shit,” he exhales. “I’m so<\/i> into you.”

Yixing can look away; he can snort and wave it aside, but he feels pinned by Yifan’s eyes. Locked in place by something, a strong feeling that travels from Yifan to him. He lightly touches the fabric of Yifan’s blue t-shirt, pinches it before balling his hands in the collar and pulling him down. He stops when their noses bump, Yifan’s breathing warming up his face. Yifan’s circles an arm around his waist and kills the distance between them.

This is different than before. The way Yifan’s mouth closes around his lips is hungry, hurried, as if Yixing will escape if he doesn’t claim him. Calm down,<\/i> he wants to say. I’m yours if you ask me.<\/i>

The hand that was pulling Yixing’s suitcase comes to press on his jaw, thumb soothing on his chin and bottom lip once they part. He lets out a shuddered breath because it’s not enough, he didn’t get enough of Yifan, but the elevator is announcing that they’ve arrived at their destination. The taller steps back, pulling Yixing’s suitcase out of the cubicle.

Song Qian answers the door looking like a hobo, her always-perfect hair tied in a messy bun at the top of her head, and the pajamas she’s wearing are at least three years old.

“I love him,” she cries as soon as Yixing and Yifan step inside, mumbling a weak hi mr. handsome<\/i>.

Yixing frowns severely. “Well, you can’t have him. He’s my cat.” he crouches in front of his russian blue elegantly sitting next to Song Qian’s dresser, and Peter Parker meows. “Hey dude.”

“I’m not talking about your stupid cat, you can take this little monster. He ruined my cushions,” she says, pushing the door closed and falling limply on her bright purple armchair. “I’m talking about Joonmyun.”

“Wait. Kim Joonmyun?” Yifan cuts in. “Zitao’s neighbor?”

Song Qian sighs sadly. “Yes. We went on a date yesterday and it was wonderful<\/i>, but he’s not replying to my texts.”

Yixing picks Peter Parker up and walks back into the conversation. “Does Baekhyun know you’re going on dates?”

“I don’t care about Baekhyun,” she rolls her eyes. “Joonmyun is everything I need. He’s handsome and polite and well-educated and rich.<\/i>”

“He’s shorter than you.” Yifan says.

“And Yixing is ugly, yet you have hearts in your eyes every time you look at him.” she shrugs. “Go figure.”

Yifan chuckles, lowering his head. Looks much like he’s surrendering to her comment, agreeing. Yixing smiles.

“Today is Baekhyun’s birthday, did you send him a message?” he asks. Song Qian squints at him, them promptly rolls her eyes.

“I’ll do that,” so she forgot. He must be thrilled, Yixing thinks. “But Joonmyun<\/i>,” she whines.

“Well, maybe he’s just busy? Didn’t you say he works at the company? Perhaps you can talk to him tomorrow.” Yixing suggests, fighting Peter Parker’s claws.

“You’re right.” she says. “I can track him down at the company tomorrow.”

“Speaking of which, I’m quitting tomorrow.” Yixing breaks it. Both Yifan and Song Qian turn to look at him in disbelief.

“What?” they say in unison.

He sighs. “I think it’s time. You know I’ve never felt connected to that job, and now I have something I like doing and that can provide me of some good money.”

“Took you long enough,” Song Qian says. “Congratulations. Do you still have orders coming?”

“Not yet, but I’ll ask Jongdae to make me some more business cards.”

“I’ve been following some bakers on instagram, and they all advertise their work on social networks, it’s easy and free. It spreads quickly, Yixing, you could totally do that.” she says.

“You can put some cupcakes for sale at the studio,” Yifan says. “There’s plenty space on my register counter for a tray.”

That’s a great idea, actually. Yixing blinks at him, “Would you do that?”

“Of course,” Yifan answers promptly. “You’re a great baker, it would be a bonus to the studio. People would go there for your cupcakes.”

Song Qian widens her eyes and gasps, standing up from the armchair. “You could make tattoo inspired cupcakes!”

Yixing hugs Peter Parker tighter and the cat meows in annoyance. “I could use your art as an inspiration!” he tells Yifan.

“That’s an amazing idea.” he looks at Song Qian, who just bows extravagantly before tossing imaginary hair. She probably forgot it’s tied up.

“Now that I solved your problems,” she says. “Show yourself out, I have stuff to do.”


7.2.        <\/span>Switch jobs<\/span><\/b>


His boss doesn\u2019t look too surprised when Yixing hands his resignation letter the next morning, he just wishes him good luck and collects his ID card. He hugs his favorite co-workers goodbye and tells them they can always call him whenever they need a cake.

Jongdae is waiting for him in the lobby when Yixing steps out of the elevator carrying a box with the things he had in his cubicle.

\u201cHey!\u201d Jongdae chirps. \u201cHow are you feeling, unemployed?\u201d

Yixing snorts, walking right past Jongdae and out of the building. He hears Jongdae\u2019s sneakers on the linoleum, following him.

\u201cI\u2019m your ride!\u201d Jongdae barks and Yixing stops when he reaches the car. \u201cBut seriously, how do you feel?\u201d

He sighs, looking up at the sky. It\u2019s a pretty blue, almost no clouds, the few ones a cotton white and it\u2019s incredibly nice. Great, great day.

\u201cI feel awesome,\u201d he answers, looking down at his friend. \u201cAwesome, Jongdae.\u201d

Jongdae smiles, which makes Yixing smile wider, because Jongdae\u2019s smile has this kind of effect on people. \u201cLet\u2019s go then. I have great ideas for your business card.\u201d



They find a nice, quiet cafe to talk, and Jongdae lays three models of business cards in front of him.

\u201cSo, I was thinking that instead of Yixing\u2019s cake business, we could call it Cake Business. It\u2019s fancier, don\u2019t you think?\u201d he suggests. Yixing nods. Looking over the stuff Jongdae brought, Yixing thinks he likes the plain white with colorful letters one better.

\u201cI want this one.\u201d he says promptly. Jongdae\u2019s face falls.

\u201cBut you didn\u2019t even look at the others.\u201d

\u201cI did, and I like this one better. Done.\u201d Yixing stretches his lips. Jongdae clucks his tongue.

\u201cI put a lot of thought into this. Are you in a hurry?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m thinking about this stuff Song Qian suggested yesterday,\u201d he answers. \u201cAbout advertising through social network. I could have an instagram profile. Upload pictures of my stuff there.\u201d

Jongdae narrows his eyes, \u201cThe url would go on your business card. That\u2019s great.\u201d

He nods, \u201cAnd Yifan told me I can sell cupcakes on his studio as well. Maybe we can put his address? If he\u2019s fine with it?\u201d

In a split second, Jongdae\u2019s face shifts from thoughtful to mischievous. He chuckles. \u201cOh. Yifan<\/i>.\u201d Yixing rolls his eyes. \u201cDid you guys make out just yet?\u201d

Weird that word didn\u2019t get around just yet. Maybe Song Qian was too preoccupied with Kim Joonmyun to gossip away. Now he\u2019s the one who\u2019s supposed to break it to Jongdae.

Clearing his throat, Yixing says \u201cYes,\u201d

His friend is clearly taken aback. \u201cWhat?\u201d

\u201cWe kissed,\u201d he clarifies. \u201cAt Zitao\u2019s party on Friday and yesterday when I got home.\u201d

Jongdae whistles. \u201cWow. Finally? You\u2019ve been tiptoeing around each other for months. Are you dating?\u201d

\u201cI don\u2019t know. We kissed, that\u2019s it. I guess nothing is decided yet, but,\u201d he sighs, fidgeting with the prototypes. \u201cHe\u2019s cool. Really cool. And so handsome. I think I\u2019m stopping by the studio after this.\u201d

There\u2019s silence for a while, so he just assumes Jongdae is busy with his phone (Soojung acts up at the most untimely moments), but when he lifts his eyes from the cards, Jongdae is watching him<\/i> with one of those silly, pretty smiles of his. Yixing narrows his eyes.

\u201cWhat?\u201d

\u201cYou like him.\u201d

\u201c... That\u2019s an understatement, Jongdae.\u201d

Jongdae shakes his head, chuckling. \u201cI know! But it\u2019s nice to see you like this. It\u2019s been a while, and it\u2019s like\u2026 I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s Yifan or everything you worked out, but you\u2019re different. Lighter.\u201d

\u201cHow was I before? Heavier?\u201d Yixing laughs, leaning back against the chair. Jongdae shrugs.

\u201cMaybe. You seemed troubled when you came to my place a few months ago. Walked on circles, got dirt all over my rug.\u201d he scratches his nose. \u201cI can tell that you feel lighter as well.\u201d

\u201cI think it\u2019s funny that you noticed that.\u201d

\u201cOf course I notice, I\u2019m your friend!\u201d Jongdae leans across the table to smack Yixing on the arm. He just smiles, massaging the hit spot as Jongdae collects his things from the table. Yixing gives his chosen card a last glance and inhales. He liked the path this is all taking, he likes sitting with Jongdae to discuss possibilities for something new and exciting, he likes that he\u2019s the one behind it, he loves that this is all him. And his helpful friends, of course.

\u201cHey, Jongdae,\u201d Yixing says. \u201cI wanna do this.\u201d

Jongdae frowns, \u201cThis what?\u201d

\u201cThis. Cake Business. I know you\u2019re doing my business cards to help me because you\u2019re an awesome friend,\u201d Jongdae beams at that. \u201cbut I wanna hire you as my designer. I want you helping me with photo menus and my brand and everything. Would you let me hire you?\u201d

\u201cOf course,\u201d the other nods. \u201cI\u2019d be happy to help you, mate. Aaaand I\u2019ll give you a special price.\u201d

Yixing snorts, \u201cI\u2019d murder you if you didn\u2019t.\u201d





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Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Length:<\/b> 43,278 words
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6.        <\/span>Name a star or a galaxy<\/span><\/b>


Jinri has frosting all over her mouth. Yixing snickers, remaining silent as his coworkers duel over the last one of his apple cinnamon cupcakes. Song Qian judges from her work space, watching over their heads for a possible supervisor strolling nearby. Yixing has Yifan’s cupcakes secure by his desk, knowing better than to hand a box with every single one of his baking goods to the hands of his famished coworkers.

“Damn, you’re good.” Jinri cries, sucking frosting off her fingers. “Do you bake birthday cakes? My son is turning one soon and I want a good cake.”

“I have never thought about it,” Yixing swirls his chair. “I mean, I can bake a cake, but have never done it for someone else.”

“Think about it,” Jinri says. “Gimme a price and I’ll pay. Good lord,” she hums one last time and walks back to her post.

Song Qian pushes her chair toward Yixing. Of course she would’ve been listening.

“That’s interesting.” she says. “Someone wants to pay you for your services.”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s just a cake, Song Qian.”

She lifts her hands, bright pink stiletto nails looking like real menacing claws on her fingers. They shouldn’t sharpen Song Qian’s nails. “I’m just saying that maybe that cupcake thing we talked about the other day isn’t such a stupid idea.”



He texts Yifan on his way to the tattoo place, but never gets an answer, which is odd considering his shift only starts at two. Maybe he forgot his phone at home, Yixing thinks. He enters the studio with an odd sense of familiarity, like he knows this place better now. The cashier who wears too much lipstick arches her eyebrows when catches sight of Yixing, lips stretching into a smile and head ducking instinctively. He smiles back and walks toward her. “Hi, is Yifan in?” he asks.

“Yep, I’ll buzz.” she says, vibrant red nails pressing the intercom button. She’s about to speak when the door to the small cabin flies open. Surprisingly, it’s not Yifan or Zitao who comes out -- it’s a woman. Long brown hair (interesting blue ends), loose basketball jersey, tight red pants and chuck taylors. Yixing’s first instinct is to assume she’s a customer, although she certainly lacks the horrified expression and the furrowed brows from several minutes of pain. She tosses her soft hair back and gazes at Yixing.

“Hi,” she says before calling back. “Fan, I think you’ve got a customer.”

Following her comes Yifan, basketball jersey from a totally different team as hers on, ponytailed hair. Yixing clutches his cupcake box tighter, a sort of defense mechanism, because his guts tell him something is off.

“Oh,” Yifan says, eyes wide and eyebrows arched in surprise. He blinks at Yixing for a few minutes before clearing his throat and adding. “Yixing, hi.”

“Hi,” he says, lifting the box. “I brought the cupcakes.”

The woman gasps, making grabby hands at Yixing’s box. He doesn’t have a clue who that is, but his cupcakes certainly were not baked for those hands. He tries not to look rude by hiding the box behind his back.

Yifan laughs. “Sorry. Yixing, this is Wendy.” he crosses his arms on his chest. The woman -- Wendy --, waves enthusiastically. “She’s an old friend.”

“Oh, come on,” Wendy rolls her eyes and runs a clawed hand through her soft hair; it cascades gloriously over the side of her face. Yixing swallows. “I’m his ex-girlfriend.”

There. That is it. He knew something was off. Yixing’s stomach clenches, and his heart tightens. He feels like thousands of tattoo needles are piercing through his skin. Yifan had mentioned Wendy before, when they were sitting by the poolside garden at Jongdae’s wedding reception. Yixing just never thought he would have to actually meet her.

Humming, he tries to make it seem like none of this bothers him. Like Yifan doesn’t look like he’s completely forgotten they had something scheduled in favor of hanging out with his ex-girlfriend. He also ignores the fact that they’re both wearing basketball jerseys, like it’s some kind of stupid high school drama.

“My…” Yifan scratches his arm looking timid. “Ex-girlfriend, yeah.”

Wendy chuckles, latching her arm around Yifan’s bicep. “But sometimes it’s like nothing has changed.” Yifan laughs along, and Yixing couldn’t feel worse.

He smiles politely, placing the box on the counter. He gets the leather snapback from his bag and leaves it on top of the box. “Nice to meet you, Wendy.” And then he turns to them, “I see you guys… Around.” Smiling to the cashier, Yixing spins on his heels and leaves the store. He feels so stupid, so, so stupid.

“Yixing, wait a second!” Yifan’s voice calls, and by the sound of it, he’s running to catch up. Yixing could just pretend he’s not listening, but Yifan is faster and grabs his elbow to stop him before he could make a run for safety. “Wait, why are you leaving?”

“I just figured…” he stutters, eyes on the ground because nothing would be more mortifying than facing Yifan right now. How stupid. Why is he feeling like this? “Well, I brought the cupcakes and…” he shrugs. “That’s it.”

“Listen,” Yifan says. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know Wendy would show up today. Can we hang out some other day?”

It stings. But Yixing nods anyway, “Sure. Absolutely.”

Yifan smiles. A dumb, stupid smile that tugs at Yixing’s chest and surprisingly doesn’t have the same effect. He wants to punch Yifan’s face. “I’ll call you today, ok? No, no, I’ll text you. Then later, when I get home, I’ll call you!”

“Sure,” Yixing presses his lips together and ducks his head. “Bye, Yifan.” turning around to leave with a strange feeling that someone’s watching him walk.



Yifan texts him the whole day. Meaningless emoticons or pictures of Yixing’s half-eaten cupcakes and detailed descriptions of how they taste. Yixing doesn’t answer to any, though. He simply stares at his phone, reading the texts over and over in between calls. Yifan also calls him at night. Three times before realizing Yixing just wouldn’t answer and giving up.

There’s nothing wrong, it’s just… Yixing’s been feeling weird after the visit at the studio, and specifically meeting Wendy. The way she said nothing’s changed between them... He remembers Yifan saying she was really cool when they broke up -- maybe that’s due to the fact that nothing’s changed<\/i>.


\u2726<\/center>


“I’m sure you’re overanalyzing.” Jongdae says. He taps on the screen of his iPad, probably looking over the countless, minimal details for the party Soojung is organizing. Yixing finds it interesting that Jongdae is the one in charge of mostly everything as Soojung just sits at home looking pretty.

“How am I overanalyzing? They said clearly ‘nothing changed’. As long as I’m sane, that only means one thing.” He picks up one of Peter Parker’s toys from the kitchen floor and brings it over to his little bed (that’s mostly unused because the cat seems very fond of Yixing’s hair as a sleeping surface) nearing his own bed. Baekhyun is sitting at the chair by his desk, cradling a pack of gummy bears like his life depends on it. Song Qian, on the other hand, glares at him with the intensity of a thousand white-hot suns, according to herself.

“The dude has an ex-girlfriend. Big deal. Everyone has exes.” Baekhyun says, mouth full with gummy bears.

Song Qian snickers, “Except for Baekhyun.” she laughs maliciously when he turns his head, shooting her a deadly glare. Yixing feels like he’s missing something, but ignores it.

“It’s not about the ex-girlfriend--” when Yixing starts, Jongdae cuts in.

“Yeah, nothing changed, blah blah blah,” he rolls his eyes. Yixing would what the fuck<\/i> at that, but figures it’s just Soojung’s influence finally kicking in after so many years. “His friends already told you he’s into you. He kissed<\/i> you. What are you waiting for? A handwritten proclamation signed by him with his fingerprints on it?”

"Tell him to come to the party." Baekhyun suggests.

He's not exactly thrilled to see Yifan. "That's not a good idea."

"Why not?" Song Qian asks. "Don't tell me you sincerely think they're hooking up."

He sighs, "They were wearing matching shirts."

"His friends wouldn't just tell you he likes you if they weren't sure."

“He wouldn’t kiss you if he wasn’t sure.”

After his friends leave, Yixing takes some time to read the texts he received from Yifan earlier. There were five of them.

One at 7am - Hey, good morning.<\/i>

One at 9:17am - My mom called from the Maldives today<\/i>

12:05am - Do you like this?<\/i> and a picture of a drawing, a pretty watercolor tree.

3:35pm - Yixing? Are you there?<\/i>

6:57pm - Can you reply so I know that you're OK?<\/i>

Something tugs at Yixing's chest. Yifan sounded worried on the last text, and maybe this whole cold shoulder thing is affecting him. There's nothing Yixing wants more than to reply, but every time his finger hovers the keyboard, the image of beautiful, smiley Wendy pops in his mind.



What he's not expecting, however, is for Yifan to be waiting at his work building lounge by the end of his shift on Friday, comfortably (albeit jumpy) sitting at one of the armchairs. Yixing falters as soon as he catches sight of the tattoo artist wearing a short sleeved shirt, inked arms on display and hair in a half-ponytail. It’s like he's purposefully dressed to kill every single one of Yixing's intentions of staying away.

"Get your ass up there," Song Qian commands. "Or else," then she simply walks off.

He dawdles for a while, hoping to get caught amid the mass of workers leaving the building and escape Yifan’s eyes, however--

“Yixing!”

Yixing holds his breath, freezing where he stands as Yifan jogs up to him. When he musters the courage to look up and meet his eyes, Yixing falters. The apprehensive and anxious look on Yifan’s face is not what he expected to find. His chest tightens, and he instinctively reaches for his ear; can feel it redden.

“Hey,” Yifan says a little out of breath. He sighs, shoulders relaxing a bit and eyebrows falling into their natural angry form.

“Hi,” Yixing lowers his head stupidly, because he’s so stupid he can’t even handle Yifan’s eyes. Somehow they seem heavier than usual. He can feel<\/i> those eyes on him, and it’s not remotely pleasing.

“How have you been?” Yifan hesitantly pinches the sleeve of Yixing’s coat.

“I’m ok,” Yixing breathes and looks up. Yifan’s lips tug upward for a brief second. “What’s up?”

“I hope it’s ok that I came,” he laughs nervously. “It’s just… You haven’t been answering my texts or picking up my calls. I was worried.”

“Oh,” he figures there’s no way out of this. Yixing could stomp his feet and bark about charming Wendy and her shiny, bouncy hair, and how incredibly jealous he is, since his brain seems unable to produce a believable lie, and if he could, he wouldn’t with Yifan facing him so bare and honestly. Instead, he diverts. “I’m sorry. I’ve been busy. But I was about to call you… There’s going to be a party at Jongdae and Soojung’s.”

Yifan’s eyes widen in surprise, eyebrows gently arching and lips parting. “Party? What party?”

“Soojung’s idea,” he shakes his head. “It’s on the 9th.”

The taller nods, hands in pockets and eyes never leaving Yixing’s face. Yixing, on the other hand, doesn’t know what to say, so he remains silent and waits for Yifan to say something. Or for his stomach to stop twisting agonizingly.

“Can I really come?” Yifan questions warily and bites on his lower lip.

“Of course you can. I’ll text you the address.” Yixing assures.

The other inhales. “Hey, Yixing… Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?”

Stomach twist. And a tight throat. There are two paths to follow from here. He could sulk, and keep sulking until there’s only the memory of Yifan, or he could suck it up and forget about bouncy hair and perfect nails.

Yixing sighs, stretching his lips in a close-mouthed smile and nods.

“There’s nothing wrong, Yifan,” he curls his arms around Yifan’s and tugs him along as he walks out of the building. “Now come on, I’m starving.”


\u2726<\/center>


Cutting a cake in half requires a kind of engineering Yixing is not very familiar with. He’s accepted Jinri’s request to bake her son’s birthday cake, and she wants a two layer cake, with two round cakes of different colors - a white one, and a blue one. Yixing can bake a blue cake, it’s the cutting two cakes in half part that’s he’s concerned about. He’s got the two cakes baked already, a white one, and a blue one, and these two will compose both the bottom and top layer. Now he needs to cut both cakes in half because he wants three layers of the vanilla buttercream that he’s already got ready in the fridge. Glancing quickly at the clock, Yixing states he has two hours left to finish the cake before going to bed. While in his cake frenzy, Yixing forgot to look for an outfit for Soojung’s party (which is in exactly 24 hours and he has absolutely nothing good to wear. Something he has in the closet will have to do).

Funny thing is how he’s concerned about his clothes. It never happened before, Yixing was always the kind of guy to throw on whatever it fits him on. Maybe knowing Yifan will be there is making him conscious about his looks.

He mounts the cake carefully and removes the excess of filling from the sides before starting with the frosting - also blue. He’s liking the results so far, there’s only the piping with white buttercream left and he’ll be done. Once he is<\/i> done, he snaps a picture and sends it to the group chat with Song Qian, Baekhyun and Jongdae.

am i qualified to be a patissier?<\/i>

Jongdae answers in no time. DID YOU REALLY MAKE THAT?<\/i>

Baekhyun: Of course he made that, can’t you seeing his cat peeking from behind the table?<\/i>

Yixing narrows his eyes at the picture and finds Peter Parker staring at the cake. He looks for his cat around the kitchen, and finds him sitting on a chair behind the table. Yixing places his cellphone on the table and puts the cake in the fridge from sheer prevention against his curious feline.

Song Qian: OMG yixing it’s beautiful! jinri will be so happy!<\/i>

Jongdae: Soojung says she wants you to make a thousand cupcakes for her party.<\/i>

Yixing rolls his eyes. tell her to get off her high horse.<\/i>

Baekhyun: HAHA tell her that jongdae.<\/i>

Song Qian: are you excited for the party? is mr. handsome coming?<\/i>

Yixing had decided that he would not suffer from anticipation of what could happen during this party. There was a kiss, even if it was the gentlest and most innocent kiss Yixing’s ever shared, it was a kiss nonetheless. Yifan could have kissed him again if he wanted to, but he didn’t. Maybe it means something. Maybe it means he’s not up for the same things Yixing is, and Yixing won’t wait around to be ditched. He’ll go to Soojung’s party and have a great time without over thinking about Yifan.



Jinri loves the cake and thanks Yixing a million times before handing him the money he had asked for the cake. He couldn’t really charge her for an experimental thing that could have gone completely wrong. It didn’t, though, and Jinri is so happy with it she calls her entire family to talk about it. Yixing is pleased.

His whole shift passes in a blur, and soon he’s heading home with Song Qian in tow claiming how he needs her help in getting ready, which is another of her insanities. He dresses in a pair of simple jeans, avoids Song Qian’s attempts to put him into an orange shirt (to match what’s left of his orange hair), and a dark blue button down that he doesn’t even care to tuck, into his pants (“This is outrageous!” Song Qian cries as they climb down the stairs).

It’s 9:40 when they get to Soojung and Jongdae’s apartment, and there are at least twenty faces Yixing can’t remember or doesn’t know. It’s expected, considering Soojung knows so many people and he’s severely restricted to his group of friends and coworkers. As soon as they step inside, Yixing is happy he’s chosen the button down instead of the sleazy t-shirt he had in mind all day, everyone is impeccably dressed in seemingly expensive clothes and perfect hairs. Yixing didn’t comb his hair. He pats his strands down and hopes that no one notices.

“You’re late!” Baekhyun comes from the kitchen still wearing his work attire, black tie loosened around his neck. He carries a bottle of beer. “They’re serving champagne, but there’s also beer in the fridge.” he smiles and checks Song Qian out. “You don’t look half bad.”

She snorts and tosses her hair. “Can’t say the same about you.”

Yixing is not even amazed by how easily they fall into bickering and pulling at each other’s pigtails. He sighs and walks toward a very bored looking Jongdae amongst a circle of Soojung’s boisterous friends. Jongdae’s eyes immediately lighten up when he catches sight of Yixing, excusing himself and meeting him halfway.

“Hey,” he engulfs Yixing into a tight hug. “I thought I’d have to be there the whole night. Those people are awful.”

“Your wife’s friends.” Yixing teases, elbowing his friend. Jongdae gives him a ‘really?’ look before laughing loudly and characteristically.

“So. Is your man coming?” Jongdae sips his champagne. Yixing tries to stand still, as if Jongdae referring to Yifan as his man doesn’t do a single thing to his mind and body.

“He’s not my man, and I don’t know. He might be coming, I’m not very sure. I mean, I told him about the party, texted him the address.” he shrugs. “I’m not relying on the chances of him showing up.”

His eyes are on the well dressed people scattered all around the room, but Yixing can still feel Jongdae’s inquiring eyes on him, waiting for an addition to what he just said. Probably waiting for him to say he’s waiting for Yifan to show up.



Yixing had decided to have a great time at Soojung’s party, however, one hour and twelve minutes later he’s searching for his friends to tell them that he’s about to leave. Jongdae chides very much, annoyed that Yixing is leaving so early, but Baekhyun and Song Qian doesn’t seem to mind, considering Yixing found them in the kitchen getting cozy (which kinda shocked him to death, but according to Jongdae, it was just a matter of time).

When he’s almost stepping out of the apartment, Jongdae closes his fingers around Yixing’s forearm, gazes at him with soft eyes, and asks if he’s leaving because Yifan didn’t show up. Truth is, he doesn’t know. Maybe he wasn’t into the party after all and coming home to his bed and his cat sounded like the best idea he’s had the whole day.

The subway ride from Bangbae station to Sillim station isn’t long (maybe Yixing was just that much distracted). On the way home, he thinks about taking a long, warm shower and cuddling in bed with Peter Parker until the cat eventually falls asleep on his head, as usual.

But isn’t included in his plan is most definitely not Yifan, who is sitting by his doorstep, arms wrapped around his legs and chin on knees. Not lifting his eyes to meet Yixing’s when he approaches, not definitely waiting for him.

He frowns, hoping that the loud gasp isn’t heard somehow, and Yifan rushes to his feet. He’s anxious, wiping his palms on his pants and reaching for the leather snapback he’s wearing. Yifan looks devastatingly handsome -- or it can be simply how Yixing has missed him.

“I went to the party,” he explains after realizing Yixing wouldn’t speak. “I mean, I got to the building and when I was almost going in, I realized the only reason I was there was to see you. I didn’t want to be in a room full of people, I wanted to be with you. So I took the risk and came over to your place… Hoping that you would… Come home soon.”

Yixing doesn’t know what surprises him the most. If it’s the actual fact that Yifan is in front of him, having waited for god knows how long, or knowing that he went to the party. Yixing hasn’t seen him since the day at his workplace, and looking at him right now feels like a deep, much needed breath.

He blinks, picking his keys on his pocket and spinning them on his fingers. “Do you wanna come in?”

Yifan looks unsure at first, but when Yixing unlocks the door, he follows behind.

Yixing dumps everything he is carrying on his TV set and looks for Peter Parker. The cat is in the kitchen, head buried in his food bowl. “Is there a real reason why you’re here?” he asks when the weight of Yifan’s eyes on him is too much to ignore.

“I don’t know.” Yifan sighs. “We haven’t known each other for long, and maybe I shouldn’t feel so sad if you’re not talking to me, but I do. ”

Now is a great time for Yixing to frown and roll his eyes, say he’s not not talking<\/i> to Yifan and everything is a big misunderstanding. He just pushes his shoes off and sits on his bed.

“Is this about Wendy?” the other continues as he fidgets with his hands, nervous fingers twisting around each other. “You’ve been weird ever since you met Wendy. There’s nothing going on between us, Yixing. She’s only my friend and has already went back to Canada.”

When Yixing doesn’t talk again, Yifan pulls his snapback off, and it’s so clearly another nervous gesture. “Are you still not talking to me? Can you please tell me what I did so I can fix it? Or apologize, I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he finally says. Yifan drops down on his knees in front of him, hands just barely grazing Yixing’s feet, and his stomach twists. He blinks the feeling off and lets their gazes meet. “I’m sorry I haven’t been replying your texts.”

“Is there a real reason why you didn’t?” Yifan asks, the mirth in his eyes warming Yixing’s heart. He chuckles, lowering his head before facing the other again, but still doesn’t answer.

“I thought you would want to talk about that kiss.” It’s like Yifan is tiptoeing around the subject, teeth catching his lower lip in worry as he studies Yixing closely. “Don’t you wanna talk about that kiss?”

He thought about the kiss. A lot. But still... “Not really. I don’t.”

Yifan nods eagerly. “Okay. Okay, then can I just keep you company?”

There’s no real reason<\/i> to say no. Yifan looks so much like he wants to stay, and Yixing really wants him to. So he pats the space next to him on the bed.



It’s easy to forget about the space Yixing put between them when Yifan lies next to him, eyes glued to the TV, but not really watching. Sometimes he makes comments about the reality show that’s on, and yet his thoughts are so loud that Yixing is almost a part of them.

“About Wendy…” Yixing says after a while. Yifan turns on his side, giving him full attention. “She said nothing had changed between you two.”

“What?” Yifan chokes. “Oh no… You got everything… So… Royally wrong.” he runs nervous hands in his hair. “She said that in a sense that… When we were together we were like we are now. Like friends.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

For a while, there’s only the noise from the television. A few screaming girls and audience cheering -- seems like someone won something.

The rustling of his sheets indicate that Yifan is moving closer. Yixing holds his breath when he feels the cool tip of Yifan’s nose touching his neck. His whole body reacts in several different ways; there’s his stomach somersaulting, then there’s his heart thumping so loud in his chest that he’s certain that Yifan can hear it. There’s his lips, chapped and parted. There’s also his hands, aching to reach and touch Yifan. He’s so close.

When Yifan speaks, Yixing’s heart skips a beat and his chest hurts. “Can I hold you? I promise I won’t do anything else.”

It’s somewhat weird, the way they’re pressed against each other. Yifan is taller, and his face is snugly pressed on Yixing’s neck expanse while Yixing’s toes touch slightly above Yifan’s calf. If they’re cold, no one complains.

Suddenly, he realizes Yifan is still waiting for an answer. “Would you do anything else?”

“Not if you don’t want me to,” his lips ghost over Yixing’s skin, and the warm puffs of air that touch his neck sends chills down his spine. He’s almost saying he wants him to, so desperately wants Yifan to hold him, to do something, anything<\/i>, whatever he wants. Turns out he doesn’t have to; Yifan’s hand finds his torso, snakes across his stomach and settles against his hipbone. He closes his eyes and allows Yifan to drag him even closer and breathe against his neck.

There’s something off about being held by Yifan, about feeling Yifan’s breathing. It’s been a long time since Yixing’s let someone hold him like this, but in the end it hasn’t meant anything. Maybe this is why being so close to someone is so scary. Yifan could figure out anything about him like this; he can’t hide like this.

“I want you to,” he says, and he really couldn’t mean it more. Yifan’s thumb, that’s been rubbing circles on his hipbone, stills. “But I’m not sure if now is the moment.”

Yifan sighs and his fingers tighten against Yixing. It feels like reassurance.


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Skipping work is easier than one would think. Yixing calls in sick on Thursday as Yifan wears his boots and searches for his snapback. On Friday he doesn’t even bother calling, lets HR reach him with the usual questions, ‘why aren’t you at your work post?’, ‘do you intend coming over?’, ‘do you have medical leave?’.

Truth is he doesn’t feel like working. At all. He feels like thrusting his head out the window and breathing the slightly polluted and smelling-like-pork air. He feels like letting Peter Parker nap on the kitchen sink, he feels like shaving his head because his roots are too long and there isn’t any hair dye left. He feels like so many things and he hasn’t felt like this in a long while.

He goes out to the Bangsan Market and shops for baking supplies, things he’s been looking online and wanting for some time. Piping tips and spatulas, bowls and measure spoons. As he looks for food coloring, finds a couple of adorable sprinkles and beads that seem perfect for little eyes and details and buys them too. He buys ingredients and fruits and anything else he thinks will look and taste good on a cake.

On his way back to Sillim-dong, he texts Yifan.

Bought all these baking stuff. Want some cake?<\/i>

The answer comes right away. i’m at the studio, where are you?<\/i>

Far from you,<\/i> Yixing types. Just passed Seongsu station heading to Gwanak.<\/i>

off around 2pm today. want me to come over?<\/i> another text pops in. i’ll be seriously hungry then.<\/i>

He smiles, biting on his lower lip. There will be lots of buttercream for you to eat.<\/i>

i’ll bring burgers.<\/i>

That’s how Yixing finds himself surrounded by colorful bowls and meringue all over the counter. He has to fight Peter Parker off his extremely enticing colored cake batter several times (although he’s pretty sure the cat manages to lick a little purple batter that’s dripped onto the counter).

Yifan is on the floor, Yixing’s computer on his lap as he searches for a reliable manner to register a star.

“There are all these sites that allow you to buy a star, or name one whatever,” he frowns at the screen. Yixing wants to move over and smoothen the lines on his forehead. “But I’m not sure if you give it a name it will actually be<\/i> its name.”

“Is there a website related to the international space station or NASA, I don’t know?” Yixing licks cream off his finger and removes his perfectly baked red and yellow layers for the rainbow cake he decided to fix from the oven before pushing the blue and green ones in.

“No. Actually, I just came across an article explaining that the names we buy are fictional, and no astronomer will ever call the star that name.” Yifan blinks and looks up at Yixing. “Says only the international astronomical union can assign names to celestial objects. Sorry Yixing.”

Huffing, Yixing crosses his arms. “Have I fooled myself my entire life? I’ve always wanted to name a star!”

Closing the computer shut, Yifan stands up and gives a couple of strides to place it on the bed before returning to the kitchen and leaning back against the counter. “We can go star-gazing and just point to some starts giving them names.” he shrugs. “I mean, you need to do this, right? For your list?”

He thinks about it.

There is no actual way of naming a star. For real. He can’t complete this item

“I can’t do this if there’s no way to get it done.”

“Well, if you know an astronomer there’s a way.” Yifan says mirthfully. Yixing rolls his eyes. “Yeah, there’s no way. So what are you going to do now?”

Yixing squints, forcing his mind to come up with a good idea. Turns out he doesn’t even need to think too much.

“I’ll get my own stars.”


6.        <\/span> Name a star or a galaxy<\/strike> Get a star <\/span><\/b>


Yixing gets his cakes out of the oven and drags Yifan to the toy shop near his apartment building. He’s seen little phosphorescent stars and galaxies on sale as decorative items for children’s bedrooms. Yifan laughs at him, but he buys it and they glue it all around Yixing’s apartment. They also name every single one of them. There are twenty stars.

When they finish, Yifan drops on his bed and looks at him. “Star, done. What’s next?”

Yixing nods and drops next to him. “Now comes something meaningful,” and he’s never been this sure.





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5.        <\/span>Visit a haunted house<\/span><\/b>


Soojung wakes up craving for cupcakes (red velvet cupcakes) and of course Yixing is the one for the job. Fortunately, it’s a Sunday, and Jongdae lives in Seocho, so it’s not a far ride from Yixing’s place. Song Qian offers to help with the baking, which is definitely not a good thing, but she’s Yixing’s best friend and he just can’t go against her kryptonian fist. He just doesn’t get how someone so thin can have such a strong punch.

She brings flour (Yixing doesn't know why) and helps by separating the ingredients. Peter Parker keeps meowing and trying to nose through the bowls filled with sugar, so Yixing just gives him kitty treats as a distraction. He mixes the batter really fast, and as soon as the cupcakes are in the oven, Song Qian insists to be assisted as she makes the vanilla cream cheese frosting. It works well, and sooner than expected, they’re boarding a cab (since it’s a 6 minute ride, they can afford it).

Seocho-gu is a great area, great apartment buildings (like the one Jongdae and Soojung live). Of course, to Soojung, any place is a dungeon, but the apartment is actually nice. It has two bedrooms and two bathrooms, an actual kitchen and a spacious living room. Their kid will love running around. Maybe Soojung will not like it that much.

The minute they step inside, a famished pregnant lady appears, plucks what she thinks is a box of cupcakes from Song Qian’s hands and runs back into the apartment. Yixing gapes.

“Oh… My god. What just happened?” Song Qian drops her purse and coat on the couch and follows Soojung into the kitchen.

Yixing just walks carefully, and each step further in, the apartment seems bigger. “This living room is definitely bigger.”

“You say that everytime you come over.” Jongdae says from his spot on the couch next to Baekhyun. “Hey, thanks for baking her those things. I’ve been running errands for her crazy desires all week.”

“Watching you act so pathetically makes me reconsider having kids.” Baekhyun says wistfully.

“No one would want to have a kid with you.” Song Qian yells from the bedroom. Yixing hears the padding of her bare feet and then she sits in front of Yixing on the floor. “I forgot to ask you, how was it with Mr. Handsome and his friends last night?”

He sighs, “Great.” pause. Another sigh. “They told me Yifan is into me,” and cue gasps.

Baekhyun<\/i> gasps. “They just outed him like that?”

“I think that was mostly a warning,” he considers the way Luhan was squinting at him. “They were like ‘if you don’t mean anything then get out of his life’.”

“Aw, so protective,” Song Qian coos. “Such great friends.”

“All of them are Chinese. No, wait,” he stops. “There’s a Korean guy, but he tries to speak some Chinese. It’s cute.”

“Yeah, but did Mr. Handsome say anything? About you?” Jongdae asks.

“No. He never does. Should I be worried?”

Song Qian frowns, shaking her head. “No, give him some time. Maybe he’s not a rusher.”

“I asked him to come to the haunted house though,” Yixing adds and everyone gapes at him. “What?”

“Great move, buddy.” Jongdae says. “Speaking of which, do you know when you’re doing this haunted house thing?”

Yixing shakes his head. “I left it up to him. He’ll pick the house and everything.” he shrugs. “The sole thought of having to walk into one of those places creeps the hell outta me. I want this to be a quick experience.”

“Isn’t this cheating?” Baekhyun considers, fingers tapping his chin. “I mean, isn’t overcoming yourself the whole purpose of this list of yours? Achieving stuff you’ve been wanting to achieve for a while?”

“This is not cheating, this is getting help.” Yixing explains wisely.

“Like we helped you with the hair, right?” Song Qian assumes enthusiastically. Yixing snorts.

“That was butting in.”

A heated discussion about Yixing’s real intentions is interrupted by Soojung’s loud wail coming from the kitchen. Jongdae widens his eyes and stands up from the couch, getting ready to come in his wife’s rescue if needed. It’s not needed, though, as Soojung waltzes into the living room, mouth covered in cream cheese frosting and t-shirt sprinkled with red crumbs.

“Oh my god!” she cries. “This is so good, so so delicious oh my god<\/i> Yixing! It might be the best cupcake I’ve ever eaten! Why aren’t you cooking for me on a daily basis?”

He squints and wonders if she’s serious. What’s he thinking, of course she is. It’s Soojung. “Because I’m not your servant?”

She hums and licks her fingers. “You should consider being my personal cook.”

“We can’t afford a personal cook,” Jongdae barks. “And your parents might be speaking to us again, but they refuse to pay for your luxuries.”

Yixing waves his hands in the air and shakes his head. “I’m not a good cook. I can get by, but--”

“He bakes.” Song Qian says.

Another loud wail erupts and everyone turns to find Baekhyun, both hands cradling a half-eaten red velvet cupcake. “This is so good!”

“If we discard Soojung’s selfishness,” Jongdae rolls his eyes. “We have the fact that you’re a great baker. You should find a way to include this on your list or something.”

Yixing frowns. “How? ‘Be a Great Baker’?”

“No! Make something out of it.” Jongdae places a hand on his shoulder and meets Yixing’s eyes.

“Start a cupcake business or something.”

“It’s not that easy,” he says shaking his head.

“He’s right, Yixing.” Baekhyun says through a mouth-full of cupcake. “You’re too good at this. Maybe make a few samples and distribute to collect the general opinion on your baking. I could taste them for you.”

Song Qian smacks his head, earning a yelp a coughing attack. “I’ve been trying to wrap his head around this cupcake business idea for so long, I might get old before he does it.”

Yixing sighs. There is, indeed, an item on his list about work. And it’s not as if he’s never considered opening his own business. (He has considered everything within his reach to escape the paper company, to be honest), but it’s not that simple. He loves baking, it’s therapeutical. He likes when people compliment his baking, and he likes when people eat the stuff he bakes. It’s just… He never thought about baking as his full-time occupation.

“Think about it, man.” Jongdae insists, and Yixing thinks he might.





The gentleman over the phone doesn’t sound thrilled in hearing the reasons why he should change the brand of paper in his office.

“Ballpoint and gel pens have a perfect slide, and they dry faster as well.” Yixing explains. “We can add bank paper to your order as a bonus, and you’ll notice how long it will last. It’s high quality paper, sir. Your great-grandchildren will still be able to handle the documents you print with our product.”

The man (Mr. Kang), snorts. “Why should I use a paper that lasts forever<\/i>?”

Yixing stops. He thinks, and sighs. The man must have heard it in his tone, the complete disregard for the product he’s trying to sell. The fact is, Yixing doesn’t believe in bond paper, he never stopped to think about paper as something to be taken seriously. There’s just this script in front of him that’s he’s supposed to read to people he calls and they whether say yes or no. It’s not meant to be something profound. “You’re right sir,” he says hoping that Mr. Kang hears the defeat in his voice. “I’m sorry for bothering you. Good night.” Mr. Kang hangs up without a retort.

Song Qian must have been lurking around; as soon as Yixing hooks the phone, she swivels her chair towards him.

“What are they trying to advertise with ‘Our Paper Lasts Longer’? The rendition of planet earth?” he asks indignantly, rubbing his palms on his face. He’s tired. So tired.

Song Qian remains silent for a while, but Yixing can feel her attentive eyes following his movements. “Did you think about what we talked about last sunday? The cupcake thing?”

“No, I didn’t.” he answers promptly.

“Yixing,” she sighs. “You’re living a moment where changes are welcome. You hate your job, it’s stressful and tiresome. Don’t you think that this is a good opportunity for you to do something else?”

“Baking cupcakes?”

“If it’s not baking cupcakes, it’s something else. Something that you don’t hate with the intensity of a thousand burning suns.” she tosses her hair and gives him a look before graciously swiveling her chair back to her own cubicle.



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I’m serious, she’s wearing orange pants.<\/i>

Yixing smiles at his phone before lifting his head to check that he isn’t walking into a lampost before he looks down at his phone again and types, well it’s her choice, you can’t damn the woman for liking bright colors.<\/i>

it’s like you and the stupid name you’ve given your hamster.<\/i>

You take that back. Right now.<\/i>

i will in a few minutes.<\/i> Pushing the cafe door open with his body, Yixing pockets his phone and searches the place for a guy in the red beanie. Yifan is sitting at a table at the end of the store, a dumb smile on his face as he looks down at his phone. Yixing can’t hold back the grin.

“I take that back.” he says, pulling a chair and flopping down.

Yifan snaps his head up and, surprisingly, his smile stretches further. “Good. Don’t ever speak ill of my beloved Toy, ok?”

“Got it,” he leans on the table, both arms over it. “So, what are you getting us?”

Yifan snorts a laugh, “So I’m paying?”

“Sure you are.” he shrugs. “I’ll make it easier for you, I’ll have a gingerbread latte.”

“They don’t even sell these here, they’re seasonal.”

“Then I’ll have a caramel latte.”

Yifan sighs and orders. Yixing can tell he’s not really pissed by the way his lips tug the slightest bit upwards. He looks so good in a beanie; adorable. And the long sleeved dark green shirt he’s wearing compliments his… infuriatingly handsome self.

“So,” Yixing says after the waitress leaves. “Show me the goods.”

Fidgeting a bit with the zipper, Yifan pulls a sketchbook from his backpack (very stylish, Yixing notes; leather). He opens it on a specific page and hands it over. “I’ve been drawing these for the past few days. There’s a tattoo convention coming up, in April, and we’re getting a stand, Zitao and I.” He scratches the back of his neck. “We’re trying to come up with new stuff. Tao’s doing some stuff with clocks and cutouts. I’m doing…”

“Watercolor,” Yixing nods as he lets the pads of his fingers wander over the pages covered in watercolor paintings of all kinds. Skulls, pretty ladies, cars, animals, geometric forms. Yifan is good. Better than he thought. A real artist. “These are amazing.”

“Thanks, but,” the taller shakes his head, reaching up to adjust his beanie. “The thing is, I’m unsure about the watercolor thing because it’s not news anymore. Anyone can do watercolor, and we want to stand out. Do something new.”

“Is that why you’re nervous?”

“The convention is right around the corner, and we’re still creating<\/i>. I don’t know if we’ll be able to do it.”

The last words come out almost like a whisper. Yifan props his elbows on the table and laces his fingers, covering his mouth with them. He looks so contemplative, so seriously worried that Yixing wishes he could come up with the craziest tattoo idea to help him out. Instead, he places the sketchbook on the table and reaches for Yifan’s hands clasped together.

“Of course you will,” he says, thumb lightly caressing Yifan’s fingers. “Watercolor is completely unrelated to tattoos, and to be honest, yours are awesome. It would be a shame to waste all this.”

There’s a moment in which Yixing wonders if Yifan heard any word he said. The elder gazes at him intently, parted lips and half-lidded eyes. It takes him a moment to react, biting on his lower lip and disentangling his fingers so they can close around Yixing’s hand. It’s wonderful how Yifan’s face slowly lights up. Yixing wants to reach for his ear and maybe do something to mask the undeniable blush on his face.

“You think so?” Yifan’s voice is lower when he asks, a bit playful as well. “Can I watercolor you<\/i>?”

Yixing laughs (too loud, maybe). “Yeah, um, I don’t know if I’m ready for another tattoo.”

“I’ll do it for free,” the other says. “Just because I like you so much.”

Yifan puts his other hand into the hold, and it’s really frustrating because Yixing is dying to cover his face, to hide himself somehow, but at the same time, he can’t bring himself to pull his hands free. Yifan’s fingers are gentle, and soft, and warm, and they’ve never held each other’s hands like this before. This feels like a milestone.

“So,” Yixing clears his throat. “Did you find a location?”

“A what?”

“For the haunted house. A location.”

Yifan widens his eyes and his mouth forms a little ‘o’. “Yeah, yeah, I did. Are you free tomorrow night?”

Yixing shivers. “At night?” he whines.

“Why, do you wanna visit a haunted place during the day? You gotta do that at night, dude!” Yifan chuckles, and his fingers skate from Yixing’s hands to his arm. It’s weird how close he feels, even with a round table between them.

“I’m free tomorrow.” Yixing tilts his head. “During the day.”

When Yifan withdraws his hands, Yixing almost lets out a sound in protest. He manages to swallow it down.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” he says, without a single clue of how much Yixing wants him to.



Yixing calls his mother the afternoon before meeting Yifan. She had good laugh when Yixing told her about the haunted house. Said that Mei Ling’s son would have pulled that one off easily, though is hard to do so when one’s in jail (Yixing reminds her). He talks to his grandparents for a bit; his grandfather sounds very excited when talking to him. He tells him the latest about Ruki, who’s now restricted from entering garden because of his newly-acquired taste for the flowers. Yixing’s grandmother says she wants to give the dog up, and he can hear his grandfather’s indignant yell somewhere not far from the phone. He laughs and feels light. Talking to his family is always detoxing.

However, as the morning advances, Yixing tenses up all over again. Peter Parker nips at his toes, gently clawing Yixing’s calves, and he even tries to play with his kitten for a while, but feels too anxious and suddenly moving around seems like a terrible idea. Peter Parker can only meow in annoyance.

When Yifan calls to say he’s picking Yixing up in less than ten minutes, he tries not to freak out. Sits on his bed and pets his cat, working really hard in pushing all the bad thoughts away -- and also the miscalculated ones that make this all seem like a date if not for the spooky part.

Yixing receives a text and grabs his belongings, locking his house and climbing down the stairs. Yifan is waiting for him and is looking ridiculously good for someone who’s about to witness the most traumatic experience in Yixing’s life. His hair is tied in a half ponytail -- if only he knew how much Yixing loves half ponytails.

“Hey,” he smiles. “Ready?”

Yixing inhales and nods. “I hope I am. So, where are we going?” he looks past Yifan and into the cab that’s waiting for them.

“Gyeonggi-do,” Yifan answers, hands in pockets and shoulders hunched. “There’s this really freaky place…”

He doesn’t even need to finish the sentence. Yixing knows what he’s talking about. His hands start sweating and his face is probably a mess, because next thing Yifan is approaching him with this worried look, touching his shoulder.

“It’s fine, this is what you want, right?” the taller nods in reassurance. “I’m here, that’s fine. Besides, we have the advantage of daylight.”

“This is the psychiatric place, isn’t it?” Yixing trembles, “I heard something awful happened there,” rubbing his palms together, Yixing frowns at the ground and mentally curses himself for being such a pussy. This is supposed to be a turning point.

“It’s not that terrifying,” Yifan squeezes his shoulder and slides his arm around Yixing’s shoulder. It’s only Yifan’s arm on his shoulder, but it almost feels like it’s a rope tightly wrapped around Yixing’s heart, making it falter and ache agonizingly. He’s just not sure if he’s ready for this. “Come on.”

The drive to Gyeonggi is easy enough, takes 40 minutes to reach Gwangju and the taxi driver bids them farewell with wide eyes. Yixing knows better than to hang on that. However, getting to the Gonjiam Psychiatric Hospital is something else entirely. They have to go up a mountain and take a path amongst woods and insects, because apparently direct access to the place is blocked (or covered by bushes from years of inactivity). Once they get there, it doesn’t even look that scary, and that’s exactly the problem. Yixing spends seven minutes just staring at it, wondering if he should have gone for changing his soap brand instead of the haunted place thing. Suddenly, fingers entwine with his and lightly squeeze his hand. He looks up to his side finding Yifan next to him, a serene look on his face and eyes not diverting from Yixing for a second.

“Are we doing this?” he asks.

A wave of confidence washes over him and suddenly, Yixing feels like he’s ready. So he nods and looks ahead. “I’m ready.”

There are tree branches and dead leaves scattered all over the place, a few rocks and pieces of the building that’s starting to crumble. They enter the building through a grid that’s been torn down, and inside is way worse than the outside. The main hallway is bright enough with light coming from the four windows, but there’s dirt everywhere. Dirt, and old objects Yixing doesn’t pay much attention to. Yifan gently tugs his hand.

“The main entrance is the other way around, we can’t get to the corridors here.” he says and pulls Yixing outside. They circle the building and get to a large staircase -- the main entrance. However, the breach in the gate is just a small square on the ground. “We have to crouch.”

Yifan goes first, crawling through the gap and entering the building before Yixing does the same. He offers his hand to help Yixing stand up, and the minute they’re both standing, their hands are back together. Running his thumb over the veins on Yifan’s wrist, he can feel the light pulse. Yixing sighs, wondering if Yifan can feel his pulse too.

Inside is a mess. Almost all windows have pieces of cloth hanging that’s supposedly what’s left of curtains, and someone wrote on a wall ‘I’m scared as fuck :)’. Yixing clings to Yifan’s arm, resting his cheek on his shoulder because if something comes for them, he’ll be the first for sure. He just hopes Yifan is enough protection.

“I don’t understand why the smiley face,” Yifan says as they stare at the scribbled wall. “Shouldn’t it be a sad face?”

“This person was here one day after halloween,” Yixing notes the date right below the message and the person’s name. He’s not sure if it’s a girl or a boy. “Do you think they were here alone?”

Yifan shrugs and moves on, leading them to a corridor that looks endless in the darkness. Yixing’s heart beats faster as they walk over layers of dust and pieces of concrete, and some rooms are so wrecked they can’t even go inside, but in Yixing’s opinion, the ones they can see the beds and torn mattresses are the worst.

Something is starting to bother him, maybe because how some rooms are similar such that they have been burnt, as if someone had gone from one to another setting fire to the mattresses and furniture. His breathing hitches when they get to a staircase that is filled with footprints on the walls.

“What the fuck?” Yifan whispers.

“I-I don’t wanna go upstairs.” Yixing falters, arms tightening around Yifan’s to refrain him from taking another step. He’s not going upstairs. “Please, let’s go back? I’m starting to get scared.”

“But that’s when it gets fun?” Yifan looks down at him. Yixing can’t bring himself to look up, eyes locked on the dirt covering the glass floor. “Hey? Are you ok?”

“No, I wanna go back. Please, let’s go back?”

The tremble in his voice probably alarms Yifan, and next thing he knows, they’re turning around and nearly running out of the building.

Yixing doesn’t even realize he is holding his breath until he crawls out and inhals deeply and loudly. Yifan brings both his hands to his cheeks, lifting Yixing’s face up for inspection. He looks genuinely worried.

“Yixing? Are you ok?”

Nodding, Yixing grabs Yifan’s arm. He blinks a few times and takes in all the wood surrounding the place; it looks too much like something could be lurking in there.

“Let’s go back to the road, please?” he asks. When Yifan’s hands slide off his face and laces their hands once more, Yixing notices that, apparently, Yifan has been holding his breath as well.



Of all items in his list, the haunted house was definitely the one he didn’t think through, so Yixing thinks he deserves alcohol to make up for his own mess up. They buy some booze on their way back to Yifan’s apartment and dump their tired bodies on the couch, staring dazedly at the dead, black screen of the TV probably wondering when they’re supposed to start drinking.

Yifan makes the decision, standing up and going through his cupboard in search for glasses and something to open all the soju bottles they bought. Yixing watches him open and close cupboard doors with attentive eyes, taking in rogue strands of hair that fall into his eyes and the way his fingers absentmindedly pushes it to the back of his ear. Yixing watches how his mouth keeps parted all the time he’s looking for the stuff they need, and how he sometimes closes it to take a deep breath. He can’t look away. His arms still feel warm from Yifan’s hands and Yifan’s body pressing close to his on the ride back to Seoul. The taller held him so close, hands ever-so-naturally coming to caress Yixing’s own. Sometimes, through his peripheral vision, Yixing would catch him staring.

They drink in silence for a while, enjoying the light breeze that comes through the balcony, blowing on their stretched out feet on the floor. One, two, three bottles of soju later, Yixing talks about Peter Parker. He also talks about his family, and his grandmother being mad with the dog for eating their flowers. Yifan laughs and talks about his family, about his mother that’s around the world with someone filthy rich, but never fails in giving him a daily call.

“Sometimes I get calls from Cairo.” he mentions, sipping on his cup. Yixing follows the movements of his lips, opening then closing around the rim of the glass. “Sometimes she texts me from Rio, sometimes she sends a postcard from Alaska. I’m used to never breathing the same air as my mother.”

Yixing licks his lips, “They don’t have a permanent location? Like… A real house<\/i>?”

“Beijing,” Yifan swallows. Yixing catches on that too. “But they’re never there.”

“So basically, you can never contact your mother?”

“No, we skype. She’s always connected and she calls me everyday.” he pours both of them full cups and gulps his in one go. His face is starting to get a little color and it’s so adorable Yixing wants to glomp him.

Probably because he’s met with no answer, Yifan turns his face to Yixing and sighs. They sit there, side by side in silence for a while. Yixing’s not sure if it’s the weight of Yifan’s eyes or the alcohol, but he’s starting to feel a little dizzy.

“I’m dizzy,” he announces, hand cradling his temple.

“Wanna go upstairs?” Yifan points his thumb up. “The bed is really clean and comfy, I changed the sheets this morning.”

The thought of lying in Yifan’s bed is mildly baffling, but he would never reject the offer.

Yifan helps him on the stairs and lets go just in time for him to fall on the bed, and damn he was right. Yixing’s body falls onto the mattress with a moan. “Oh my god,” he breathes and Yifan laughs, lying down next to him. “Best mattress ever.”

“The sheets smell good, right?” Yifan asks, lying on his side. Yixing mimics his action, resting his head on his palms.

“I think you smell better.” he blurts. Yifan chuckles, pink coloring his cheeks as he slightly ducks his head -- probably to hide his face --, and looks up at Yixing from behind his lashes. There were times in which Yixing’s wanted to kiss him, but nothing compared to now. Yifan’s hair is tied up in a messy bun, so his neck is completely exposed and it makes Yixing want to scoot closer, fist his shirt and press careful wet kisses onto his skin.

“I climbed a mountain, I walked into an abandoned hospital, I drank alcohol,” Yifan says in amusement. His fingers touch his lips and it’s so distracting. “I stink.”

Once Yixing manages to move his eyes from Yifan’s mouth, he answers, “I don’t think you do.”

Yifan just stares in silence, eyes trailing from Yixing’s face to his hands and fingers coming to lace with his in a weird angle, but it really doesn’t matter. What it matters is that Yixing’s heart is beating too fast, and he hopes Yifan knows what kind of effect he causes Yixing’s heart to have.

“Did you take me to that horrible place just to get me in your bed?” he blinks, but his eyelids stuck. He’s so tired.

Yifan laughs, but doesn’t answer. He does<\/i> move closer, and his hand, his warm hand touches Yixing’s neck, thumb soothing across the smooth skin. Yixing wants to be able to open his eyes, he really wants to, but his eyelids are too heavy. He feels heavy. Before he knows there’s breathing on his mouth, and a nose bumping on his. The only strength left in his body manifests when Yifan kisses him, soft lips closing around his, tasting him. Yixing balls his hand on the collar of Yifan’s shirt, tugs him closer ignoring all fluttering and tingling that takes place in his stomach. Yifan wraps an arm around his waist, his hand settling on Yixing’s lower back, and he wonders when they should stop kissing. If they should.



Yixing is used to waking up early on a Sunday. What seems odd to him is waking up somewhere other than his own diminished space with his cat resting somewhere not far from his head. However, after a second glance around, Yixing recognizes where he is. It’s Yifan’s apartment, his bedroom upstairs with the new, clean sheets and that scent he’s learned to associate with Yifan. Yixing soothes the mattress absentmindedly and turns to his left, finding the spot that’s supposed to be occupied by a person empty.

He hears noises downstairs and hops off the bed, patting his pocket and finding his cellphone completely neglected in his pants. It’s only 6AM. Yixing walks down the stairs, immediately locating Yifan in the balcony, sitting on the floor with a cage between his open legs. He walks up carefully, and suddenly, his mind is filled with all kinds of thoughts about the previous day. The haunted house, and Yifan’s arms around him in the cab. Yifan’s eyes on him when they were drinking on the couch, Yifan’s lips on his.

Maybe Yixing should just get himself together and leave. Perhaps it was just a drunk press of lips, it didn’t mean anything. It didn’t have to mean anything. He’s almost turning around when Yifan’s deep voice fills the air.

“Good morning,” he says. “How do you feel?”

How do you feel?<\/i> He feels a lot. A lot of things that actually turn out to be confusing.

“Fine.” he answers instead, stretching his lips into a generic smile. “You?”

“My head hurts a little, but I’m ok.” he points to the cage between his legs. “Toy’s house needed a swipe though.”

Yixing hums and nods. “Hey, I’m taking off ok?”

Yifan frowns visibly, taken aback. “What? But I cooked breakfast.”

A tingle that resembles last night’s incessant tingles and flutterings too much runs down to settle in Yixing’s stomach. “You did?”

“Of course. Let me just finish up over here and we can eat.”

It doesn’t take long for him to finish the cage. In fact, Yixing thinks he just stopped right in the middle of whatever he was doing with Toy’s hamster ball and threw everything back in the cage. The breakfast is fried rice (Yixing is somewhat surprised by how it tastes so good), they eat comfortably by the kitchen counter. Yixing has lost count of how many times he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking about what happened last night, although he’s curious to know why Yifan kissed him, and if he has any plans of doing it again.

“So, another item checked.” Yifan says after a few silent minutes. “What’s next?”

Yixing sighs in relief for having something to talk about instead of awkwardly watching the other. “To have a star named. Or a galaxy.”

Yifan gasps, “Wow, that’s actually really cool.” he says. “How are you doing that?”

“I’ll have to look it up,” he answers. “But I’m pretty sure there’s a website that does that stuff.”

“You can trust this sort of websites?”

“Considering that stars don’t actually have names, I guess you can pay to give a bunch of numbers a title,” he shrugs, eating what’s left of his fried rice.

“Oh…” Yifan hums, eyes vague and distant. Yixing frowns, placing his chopsticks on top of his bowl and standing up.

“Thank you for breakfast. I should head home now.”

Yifan’s head snaps toward him. “Wait! Are you leaving already? It’s too soon.”

“Yeah,” Yixing scratches the back of his ear. “I have to bake a few cupcakes. Song Qian blabbered to some girls at work about my stuff and they want to try.”

“So you’re baking as soon as you get home?” The taller’s eyes are inquisitive, as if something depends on Yixing’s answer. Makes him kinda nervous.

“Well… Yeah. Is that a problem?”

He shakes his head, chuckling softly. “Nope. I’m just curious about your cupcakes.”

“I can save you some if you want.”

“Would you really?” Yifan’s eyes are uncharacteristically sparkly and his smile is adorably gummy. Yixing can’t help but smile as well.

“Of course. Can you meet tomorrow? I have an hour and half of break before noon.”

“My shift at the studio is at two, so we can meet before that,” Yifan nods. “I can come to the studio earlier.”

“Sounds great.” Yixing pats his hair down. He’s almost sure he looks like Chucky with his orange hair pointing to all directions. Yifan probably notices his struggle, because he chuckles and jogs to the stairs, walking up quickly and returning with a black, leather snapback. He adjusts it on Yixing’s head and blinks down at him.

“Cute.” says, index finger poking Yixing in the cheek, precisely on his dimple. He startles, warmness spreading all over his face; his ears burn annoyingly and all he wants is to reach and scratch, but he’s seemingly frozen. “You can give it back to me tomorrow.”

Yixing grunts. It’s supposed to be a positive answer. Yifan chuckles and caresses his neck. Yixing realizes he’s so used to the pads of Yifan’s fingers on his neck that it doesn’t even tickle anymore. It’s only pleasant.

“See you tomorrow.” he says. All Yixing knows how to do is to nod so he does so and escapes the loft as soon as he can.





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Rating:<\/b> PG-13
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4.        <\/span>Make a donation<\/span><\/b>


Yifan chuckles. Yixing’s not sure when he got used to the sound, but it rings really familiar through his ears. He likes it. “I’m not sure that’s how the saying goes.”

“In Soojung’s case it goes just like that.” They stand up and the song starts playing.

Maybe it’s the occasion, but Yixing doesn’t think he ever saw Soojung smile as honestly and brightly as today when she walks down the aisle. Her father is clearly holding back his tears, and Yixing can’t stop wondering when they’d made up, since the last news he’d gotten about her parents indicated that they were pissed about the pregnancy. Well, she certainly doesn’t look like she’s pregnant, especially with how the dress looks marvelous on her slim body.

Yixing turns to Yifan so he can voice out the thought about the dress, but is surprised in catching him watching Jongdae instead. He merely blinks, mouth slightly parted and one of those silly, permanent smiles on.

“Are you a groom-watcher?” Yixing whispers.

Yifan sighs, quickly looking down at him before settling on Jongdae again. “Everyone thinks the bride looks so happy and beautiful,” he shrugs. “That’s because they’re not paying attention to the groom. He’s just… I keep trying to imagine what’s on his mind as she walks.”

And you?<\/i> Yixing wants to ask. What’s really on your mind? How would you feel if I hold your hand right now?<\/i>

Instead, he takes a deep breath and watches the bride and groom make their vows.



The party seems expensive. It’s held in a hotel in Gangnam which Yixing can’t even remember the name of, but it’s fine, since the food looks good. And the cake, of course. The decoration is not extravagant, but sophisticated instead. Royal chairs with red, padded seats, and round tables adorned with antique candlesticks. There is, indeed, a chandelier. It’s all very Victorian, as expected from Soojung, and the hint of refinement explains exactly why she’s been obsessive about everything looking perfect. Yixing’s hair certainly clashes with the red from the chairs.

Yifan takes the seat next to Yixing, and shortly after, Baekhyun and Song Qian join them.

“What kind of booze do you think they’re serving?” Baekhyun shamelessly asks, earning himself a slap at the nape by Song Qian before she dutifully tosses her hair.

“I’m not helping if you get drunk.” she says and they easily fall into bickering. Yixing takes the chance to turn to Yifan.

“Hey,” he says. “Thank you for coming tonight.”

Yifan smiles one of those smiles Yixing recognizes too well. It’s not helpful that Yifan looks the most attractive he’s looked since they met each other, in his black suit and pink tie, hair arranged in a purposefully messy (and classy) ponytail. It’s hard not to stare, and Yixing worries that he is too obvious. “It’s my pleasure, really. Thank you for inviting me.”

By the time Jongdae and Soojung arrive at the party, half of the guests are on the dancefloor and the other half is already getting drunk. Song Qian has moved to the bridesmaids table after one of them stopped by to drop some gossip with Baekhyun trailing after her -- in favor of the bridesmaids, Yixing thinks. It’s just Yifan and him at the table, and they switch between a comfortable silence and casual conversation. They’re counting how many people are wearing something yellow when Jongdae and Soojung stop by their table.

“Yixing!” Jongdae says, arms wide open with a wide grin. Yixing stands up to greet him.

“Dude, you’re married!” he says, words muffled by Jongdae’s attire. “Congratulations!”

“And so it begins,” his friend says, stretching a hand to Yifan. “Mr. Handsome, thank you for coming!”

Soojung steps forward, “His name is Yifan.” she points out, waving a hand at him before turning to Yixing. “Hello Zhang. You look… Not bad.”

Yixing snorts, pulling Soojung in for a hug and ignoring the indignant barks about her hair and the pearls of her dress. “You look unbelievable today. Like a true princess.”

She smiles gracefully, “You too. I’m sorry I’ve been a bitch--”

“Witch,” Yifan cuts in. “He says you’re a witch, not a bitch.”

Soojung gasps, pretty hand dramatic over her chest and wide eyes staring incredulously at Yixing.

Jongdae bursts in laughter. “He’s a keeper!” Soojung glares at him. “Or… Not.”

She checks Yifan out and rolls her eyes at him, staring at Yixing for a brief moment before mumbling a disgusted “Thank you for coming.”

Once they’re gone, Yixing turns to Yifan (who’s biting back a laugh) “Why would you? On her wedding?”

“What can I say, I’m not afraid of her.”

Yixing laughs and glances at the dancefloor. He could use some dance right now. “Let’s dance, you free spirit.”

They almost knock over a waiter maneuvering a tray with a dozen plates of salmon on their way to the dancefloor with Yixing’s flailing arms and gracefully uncoordinated limbs. Yifan doesn’t seem to mind, sympathetically following his dance moves when they’re dancing to a fast beat and scooting closer when a slow song starts. By the time shy fingers find their way into Yixing’s hips, he’s not minding the clenching of his stomach and the shivers down his spine anymore.

People really like to eat at weddings. It’s like cheat day; they store hunger for days and then let it all free upon the cupcakes and chocolates. Yixing eats all right, and Yifan doesn’t seem to be that hungry, so when the sweet goods are brought over, the horde moves from the dancefloor back to the tables and they drift off to some place quiet. There’s a beautiful poolside garden, and Yixing doesn’t even know if they’re allowed to wander that direction, but they do anyways, sitting at a wooden bench between flamingo sculptures.

For a while, they just sit there in silence, watching how the lights from the hotel suites shimmer over the pool water, and how drunk are the people seen through the glass doors separating the pool area and the ballroom.

He’s not sure how long has passed before Yifan speaks. “Do you ever think about it?” Yixing gazes at him, Yifan’s eyes focused on the dancing people. “Getting married?”

“Sometimes,” everyone looks thrilled. It’s a happy celebration, a wedding, impossible not to be infected by all the happiness. “I think about a party like this, and the feeling of being so happy it hurts.” he sighs. “But somehow I don’t seem to go any further.”

Yifan hums. “Yeah…”

“Do you?” Yixing turns to meet his eyes. Yifan’s eyebrows are soothing, and it’s so easy to read him like this, so see someone soft with a big heart willing to offer his meal to a homeless man. Or cross the river to visit a cat.

“I used to, when I had a girlfriend.” he nods. Yixing ignores the punch of surprise at his throat and just swallows.

“What happened?” he chooses to ask instead.

Yifan shrugs, “Life. My mom was so mad when we broke up. She really liked her, I bet the wedding was already being planned.” he chuckles half-heartedly and shakes his head, the ponytail shaking.

“Why did you break up?” maybe he shouldn’t have asked, but Yifan doesn’t seem fazed about the question.

“I couldn’t keep leading her to a dead end,” he lowers his eyes, feet lightly kicking the grass. “Or my family. Or her parents,” he snorts. “And then my mother smiled and said ‘maybe she isn’t the right girl’. I thought she would faint when I said there weren’t any right girls.”

There’s a moment of silence, with only their steady breathings filling the air. Yixing’s stomach flutters, but he’s been ignoring these types of reactions for a whole part of the night, so he lets out a soft ‘Oh’ and gazes at Yifan.

“She didn’t though,” the latter says. “My father wouldn’t speak with me for weeks. Wendy, my girlfriend, was really nice about it.”

“Aren’t you scared?” Yixing ventures, fingers tightening around the edges of the bench seat. He can feel Yifan’s eyes on him.

“Scared of what?”

“I don’t know… People.” he finally looks up at him.

Yifan snorts and leans back. “Nah. The ones I care about, care about me too. I have my family, my friends, a job, a home. Why would I be scared of others?”

“I want to be like you.” Yixing says. He kicks the grass and turns up to look at Yifan. He’s not ready for the way the other is staring at him, hooded eyes overflowing with something he’s never seen in Yifan’s eyes before. It’s comforting, reassuring. Yixing can feel the tips of his ears warming up at the weight of Yifan’s eyes and soon enough, his cheeks are warm too. He chooses to drop his gaze and blinks at the lights shimmering over the pool.

A hand comes to gently caress his hair, and Yixing shivers. It feels good, the way Yifan’s hand strokes his hair and slides down to his neck. It almost makes Yixing want to curl into him and let his hands wander where they wanted to all night. He tries to brush off these thoughts and he quickly lifts his eyes saying, “Do you think they still have those cupcakes?”

Yifan chuckles, his fingers brushing down the sides of Yixing’s neck before he stands up and stretches a hand. “Come on.”




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Sundays aren’t usually Yixing’s best days. He tends to wake up at a comfortable time and plant himself in front of his TV with his xbox controller in his hands for a whole morning of Rising Dead 3. Today he’s not feeling like Rising Dead 3, nor any of the games he’s got stashed next to his console, so he gives the device a lazy glance and scratches his head before hopping off bed to feed Peter Parker. The cat meows at him as soon as he catches sight of Yixing, trailing after him into the kitchen and nudging Yixing’s calf.

He wasn’t really expecting his apartment to feel this alive when he brought Peter Parker in, but it’s really hard to feel lonely with Peter Parker around, meowing from time to time or clawing Yixing’s mattress. Sometimes it even feels like the kitty can sense when Yixing’s down, curling up on his lap or nudging his head into Yixing’s hand. He’s not sure if that’s how a cat is supposed to act, but Peter Parker definitely fits perfectly into Yixing’s life.

As the morning slowly progresses, Yixing takes out his baking tools. I’m baking lemon cupcakes<\/i> he texts Song Qian, placing his cellphone on the counter and making room for the ingredients. His recipe isn’t hard to follow, just a regular cupcake recipe with a few adjustments to fit his liking. He likes to add vanilla and a bit of cinnamon to all cupcake flavors, even if Jongdae rattles about cinnamon not always going with every single flavor. To the lemon, however, he ditches cinnamon. He adds chestnuts and whipped egg whites instead, choosing to squeeze the juice right from the lemon into the dough. The icing is almost always lemon buttercream (with chantilly at the sides). Lemon is not his specialty, but it’s one of Song Qian’s favorites, so Yixing considers bringing it over to her place after he finishes everything up.

Once he’s done, he sends his mother an e-mail. Yixing’s been thinking about what institution he should make his donation to. There are just so many. He has researched a few in Seoul, but then remembered the Children’s home back in Changsha that his mother and grandmother cook food for once a week.

He transfers a small sum to his mom’s account and writes:

Use the money I transferred to buy food for the children at the centre. See? I’m not like Mei Ling’s son.<\/i>

Then he grabs the cupcakes and marches to Song Qian’s, which also feels kinda like a donation.



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Today’s band is a new one. Soulful beats with the singer working some wonderful runs in it. Their music fits quite well as a soundtrack for the Friday night they’re having. After an ordinary, stressful week, Yixing, Jongdae, Baekhyun and Song Qian meet up at Club Evans.

“What I mean is that since you started up this list business I haven’t heard you mention a change of jobs,” Baekhyun takes a big gulp of his beer. “Not even once! Wasn’t that<\/i> what made your life hard?”

Yixing sighs and pushes his beer in Jongdae’s direction, just because the other looks like he could use some, but Jongdae hardly looks up from his phone. “It’s not that easy.”

“How come? The newspaper has this fun stuff called the classified ads.” Baekhyun explains. Yixing really wants to rolls his eyes, but he holds back the urge with a straight face. “People actually use those to find jobs.”

“Figuring out where to go next is hard though” Song Qian pops in, eyes glued to the stage. They have a table that’s one of the closest to the stage, and since the band started performing, she’s been shamelessly flirting with the keyboard player. “Besides, that’s not the next item on his list.”

“What could be more urgent than another job?” Baekhyun inquires.

“Visiting a haunted house.” Yixing announces. Song Qian winks at the keyboard player and Baekhyun chokes on his beer.

“You are telling me that you’d rather visit a haunted place than to search for another job?”

“Why can’t we concentrate on Jongdae and the fact that he’s hardly looked up from his phone since we got here?” Yixing pleads, and it actually works.

Jongdae groans, his eyebrows furrowed at his phone as his fingers skate across the keyboard. “Soojung is throwing a fit. She wants me to go home because,” he looks up. “apparently she needs to eat peaches.”

“She’s pregnant, you’ve got to get her some peaches.” Yixing says, genuinely worried. There’s a chance of Jongdae’s kid being born peach-faced and he would like to be able to help his friend in avoiding an unpleasant situation. He would look down at the kid and puff out his chest, saying ‘You don’t have a peach face because of me’.

Jongdae makes a disgruntled noise. “I’m trying this new method of dealing with her, which consists of not complying.”

“So basically she’s listening to a lot of “No-s”?” Baekhyun tries and Jongdae groans again. “That can’t be good.”

“You have no idea how mad she is,” he looks miserable. “She keeps yelling that it’s my fault we didn’t have a honeymoon, because she<\/i> wanted to rush the ceremony so her dress would fit her, and now it’s my<\/i> fault we had to use the money to change the reservations!” Jongdae takes a deep breath and his eyebrows do that endearing thing that makes Yixing want to cuddle him. “Do you know how expensive it is to change the dates of a hotel venue?”

Song Qian, who finally looks away from the keyboard player she has been eyeing, places a sympathetic hand on Jongdae’s shoulder. “Forget about the new method. Go get her peaches or you’re fucked.”

He whimpers, but throws a few crumpled notes on the table and leaves, into the Evil Witch’s claws. Yixing sighs and brings his beer to his mouth, ready to gulp when Baekhyun’s attention turns to him.

“A haunted place?” he frowns, and Yixing thinks he could have offered himself to accompany Jongdae.



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It’s not exactly easy to move from Gwanak-gu to Mapo-gu. Yixing has to take the 6003 bus at the Gwanak-gu office, which leaves every 30 minutes, then he needs to take the train at the Gimpo Airport Station and hop off at Hongik University Station. A trip that takes a total of 51 minutes and 859,67 won for a bottle of water at the Gimpo Station. It’s a journey across the river after all, and Yixing is only used to riding to Hongdae from his work building in Jung.

The good thing is, as they settled the details of Yixing’s visit to Yifan’s apartment, he got so confused by all possible methods of transportation (he could have taken the subway at the Seoul National University Station or at the Sillim Station and hopped off at the Mangwon Station, but the walk wasn’t worth the 20 minutes he’d gain) that Yifan agreed to pick him up at Hongik. Yixing had been nervous at first; receiving a late-night invitation for a movie day with Yifan’s friends was kind of baffling (if that’s even the appropriate word), but after Baekhyun slapped him on the back -- he was still in the bar when the text popped up --, Yixing was able to think straight and send an appropriate answer.

Meeting Yifan’s friends, though, is setting him on the edge. It should be ok, since he’s also a friend of Yifan’s, and he’ll only be meeting others of his own kind.

That line of thought worked for a while, that was before he walked out of that train in Hongik and met Yifan waiting for him outside in a red knit cardigan and washed out jeans. His hair tied in the usual ponytail and as soon as he catches sight of Yixing, his face lights in one of those awfully endearing gummy smiles.

“That’s the most colorful I’ve ever seen on you.” Yixing says and tries not to dwell on how warm he feels when Yifan hugs him. It’s 10AM and the weather app on his phone registers 15º, but when he steps away, it feels like -2º.

“Why thank you,” Yifan chuckles. It seems like Yixing’s senses have heightened -- the laugh reverberates inside him and it suddenly feels like 15º all over again. “Shall we?”

“Yeah.” Yixing follows him out of the station and into the street.

“How long did it take?” Yifan stuffs his hands in his pockets and gazes at Yixing.

“52 minutes or so. The bus didn’t take long. Maybe next time I venture to Hongdae I’ll take the subway at Seoul National and get off at Hapjeong.”

“It’s the exact same walk to my apartment,” Yifan shrugs. “Would Hapjeong have been better for you?”

“Maybe, but that’s not important. Hey, I brought chips.” Yixing lifts the bag in his hand and Yifan hums.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to. Luhan brought a lot of food and Sehun is cooking right now. He’s not the best chef, but Chanyeol is out of town, so…” he snorts a chuckle and uses a finger to scratch the side of his head. “They’re really excited to meet you.”

Yixing’s eyebrows arch, “How so?”

“Well,” Yifan coughs. “I might have talked about you way too much.”

He bites on his lip to prevent his lips from going all dumb smile on Yifan. “Is that a good thing?”

“I’m not sure.” Yifan tugs at his forearm, pulling him along when he takes a detour, turning on a street.

“Do they have a nickname for me?”

“No, only your friends do that” They meet eyes for a second and Yixing laughs. Yifan smiles at him before looking at the path ahead of them and touching Yixing’s neck gently. It’s becoming a habit of his, apparently, and maybe being honest about how sensitive that area is would result in him stopping but Yixing really doesn’t want him to stop.

More four minutes of walk and they reach Yifan’s apartment building. Yixing keeps repeating to himself that he shouldn’t be afraid of Yifan’s friends. They’re just others of his kind…

Who can speak fast and loud Chinese.

As soon as they step out of the elevator, he can hear accented Chinese. Frowning, he looks up at Yifan, who just smiles and unlocks the door. As he barges in, he screams - in Chinese, for good measure, he thinks - “I’m here, just stop screaming!”

Sudden silence, then three pairs of eyes are focused on Yixing. The tips of his ears feel tingly, so he reaches to scratch behind it. He’s sure he looks dumb, because everyone just stares at him until Yifan motions between them. “This is Yixing. Yixing, this is my gang,” and then he just strides to the kitchen.

“Hey,” says a blonde guy sitting at the floor with a terrible Chinese accent. “I’m Sehun. I’m not Chinese.”

“His Chinese is awful, we’ve been trying to educate him, but he’s just dumb.” says the only one Yixing knows. Bags under his eyes and kittenish mouth. “I’m Zitao. Do you remember me from the--”

“Tattoo studio, yes.” Yixing nods. “How are you?”

“Suffering.” Zitao rolls his eyes and shoots a murderous glare at Sehun, who just ignores it. He points to a guy on the couch. “This is Luhan.”

“Yo,” says a light-brown haired guy. He’s so pretty Yixing has to remind himself not to gape, because he knows he tends to gape sometimes. “You doin’ man?”

Yixing frowns, “What?”

Yifan comes back from the kitchen with a glass of something that looks like soda and hands it over to Yixing. “Gimme your chip bag.” he grabs the plastic bag and returns to the kitchen.

“You brought chips?” asks Zitao, lifting very tattooed, very ringed hands to press against his cheeks. The image doesn’t quite live up to his appearance. It’s kinda cute.

“Yes.” Yixing smiles.

“At least someone brought something.” Sehun mumbles in Korean. Zitao snaps his head and glares.

“Do you think I didn’t hear that?”

Yixing watches the interaction between them with a certain curiosity before Luhan waves a hand at him and offers a seat by his side. Yixing sits.

“They’re always bickering like that, don’t worry.” he explains with sparkly eyes and Yixing blinks while trying not to stare. “It’s gotten worse since Sehun started dating that Joy girl from the shoe store. I think Zitao is jealous.”

Yixing hums, because honestly he has no idea of what else to say. He’s not emotionally ready for this encounter. Yifan’s friends seem very nice and normal (with the bickering and pretty faces), but Yixing is unable to stop thinking about this like a step further in their relationship. Not that… He’s been thinking too much about relationships.

“So, do you like the place?” Yifan stands next to the couch with both hands on his hips, eyeing Yixing apprehensively.

His apartment is not big, but spacious for a single person, and very neatly organized. There’s a couch against the kitchen counter with blue and brown fluffy-looking cushions, a TV set on the opposite wall and a few shelves with a lamp and supplies. There’s a staircase, and Yixing imagines that the bedroom is upstairs. He takes another look around and decides he likes this place.

“Yep, I like it. I’ve been thinking about getting a duplex. It may be one of the items on my list, but it’s kinda far.” he chuckles and takes a sip of the soda. “And I like your cushions.”

Yifan nods his head in acknowledgement and sits at the floor, closer to where Yixing is sitting at the couch. “It’s a good location. Not far from subway stations and convenience stores and all.”

“Oh yeah, in the heart of Hongdae.” Yixing nods.

Instead of adding to the conversation, Yifan frowns and looks at his friends. “I thought Sehun was cooking.”

Zitao snorts, and Luhan looks up from his cellphone. “He messed the meat, we ordered jajangmyeon.”

“He what?” Yifan sighs. “I was out for fifteen minutes, dude. How did he mess the meat?”

“I don’t know. How does Sehun mess everything else? We just smelled it and deemed inedible.” Luhan shrugs and throws his phone on the couch. “Maybe we should order some chicken as well.”

“No, we have chips.” Yifan says.

“But we’re talking about 9 hours of movies here.” Sehun says. It’s weird, he starts with Chinese, but finishes off with Korean. It takes everyone a while to understand.

“9 hours?” Yixing asks.

“We’re watching The Lord of the Rings.” Zitao explains.

“Oh. I’ve never seen the last one.” Yixing confesses and everyone gasps.

“This madness ends today,” Yifan says and stands up. “I’m getting the movies.”

As soon as Yifan climbs the stairs (singsonging to some Lord of the Rings theme song or so), Luhan pokes Yixing’s ribs and he jumps in his place.

“You know he wants into your pants, right?” Luhan asks too seriously.

Yixing is glad he doesn’t have any soda in his mouth. “What?” Although he can feel the tips of his ears acting up again, and he puts a lot of effort into not scratching it.

“He wants into your pants.” Luhan repeats, scooting closer and pressing his leg against Yixing’s. “Are you gay?”

Scratching seems inevitable. Yixing reaches up for the back of his ear and hopes that he doesn’t sound too pathetic. Because Yifan’s friend is telling that he wants into Yixing’s pants. And now he may be crossing a border. But he guesses that’s how people bond nowadays. “Um…” Yixing hums and heaves a shuddering breath. “Perhaps…”

“That’s a yes or no question, buddy.”

“Y-yes.”

Zitao huffs and plops on the floor, in front of Yixing. “Stop scaring him.” he says to Luhan before turning to the frightened one. “What he means is that… Yifan likes you. And he’s very impulsive; does whatever pops into that mind of his,” like crossing the river to pay Yixing a late night visit. “And he’s fighting all his natural instincts when it comes to you. He’s being really careful, and this means he cares about you… So if you don’t think about him… In a gay way… Then I suggest you kindly remove yourself from his life.”

“He’s really precious to us, you know.” Luhan continues, “Don’t get me wrong, we really like you. It’s just that… We like Yifan best.”

Rolling his eyes, Sehun who finally cares to enter the conversation adds in, “what we mean is that…” and a sigh, “don’t hurt him, please?”

The Fellowship of the Ring passes by with too much thought poured into what Yifan’s friends had said. He likes Yifan. It’s not like Yixing hasn’t been thinking about Yifan in that way; he just rather not to. It prevents disappointment. He’s been disappointed a lot. But Yifan… There’s something different about Yifan. He is that kind of guy that stops someone from leaving his tattoo studio without a healing cream. He is the type of person who creates stupid excuses just to text someone and tries not to make it out to be too much about himself. Perhaps he’s the worst kind. The kind that cares.

Zitao and Sehun fall asleep on the floor about 1 hour and 45 minutes into The Two Towers. It’s only 3:50 PM and they doze off as if it’s midnight, Yixing suspects it’s the food coma from their full bellies. Luhan promptly snaps pictures and makes fun of them, but 15 minutes into The Return of the King, he’s fast snoring. Yifan and Yixing finish the nine hours of movies with body stretches and a bottle of soda. After Yifan introduces Yixing to his hamster, Toy, they sit by the kitchen counter and stare at Yifan’s wall.

“I can’t believe Frodo went away,” Yixing takes a gulp of his soda and gently places it on the counter.

“He just wanted some rest,” Yifan reasons, face resting on his palm, eyes intent on Yixing. Sometimes, as he speaks, Yixing has the impression he’s trying to say something completely different with his eyes. “Can you imagine carrying that burden for so long?”

“Poor Frodo.” he sighs.

Yifan hums and stares at some point barely above Yixing’s eyes. He stretches a hand and touches Yixing’s short hair strands. “Your roots are already showing.”

“Ah…” Yixing runs a hand through his hair. “It grows fast.”

“So,” Yifan takes a sip of his soda. “what’s next?”

“A haunted house,” he promptly answers.

The taller frowns. “Were you really serious about that?”

“Totally.”

“How is that relevant to your life changing process?” Yifan chuckles, and Yixing can tell he’s genuinely amused. He’s not sure if it’s supposed to do what it does to his heart.

“Well, it’s a complete process. It involves all kinds of stuff, as you can see.” he says matter-of-factly. “I need to visit a haunted house.”

“Why is that?” Yifan asks, mouth pressed into his palm.

“I’m not very keen on ghosts or haunted places, so it will feel like I tore down a wall or something.” he explains, pulling up the sleeves of his cardigan. He’s too self-conscious of Yifan’s eyes on him, and his ears starts itching.

“How did it go with the donation?”

“Good. I helped the children centre close to home, back in Changsha.” he says.

Yifan’s eyebrows arch. “So you’re from Changsha.”

“Yep. Are you from Changsha?”

“No, I’m from Guangzhou. But I know people from Changsha.” Yifan frowns very slightly. Yixing could sit and watch his eyebrows for a long time.

“You know… We always sit and talk about me. I’m kinda tired of talking about me. Can’t we talk about you for a while?”

Yifan seems amused, stretching his lips in one of his endearing smiles. “Oh yeah? What do you wanna know?”

“I don’t know.” he shrugs. “Tell me something interesting about yourself.”

“I like plush toys.”

Yixing muffles a laugh with his hand. He doesn’t want to wake Yifan’s friends up. “Is this supposed to be interesting?”

Yifan just shrugs, but the smile lingers. “People like us, we’re not strong characters. We’re just… basic, average guys.”

“Hey, I’m a strong character! And does this sentence finish with and we’re here to save the world<\/i>?”

He laughs. “What I mean is that… We struggle to find our place in life. It just doesn’t come easily, and I think we’re doing a great job.”

Yixing can tell he means it, by the way his eyes stay for a little too long. Or maybe it’s how he places his hand on the back of Yixing’s neck and lets his fingers softly brush over it.

“Do you want to come with me to the haunted house?” The question just… slips, rolls from his tongue while he’s being entranced by Yifan’s eyes.

“Wow, it would be great. If you really want me to.” he says.

“I do,” Yixing takes a deep breath and continues, “In fact, can you do me the favor of picking the location? I don’t wanna do the research.”

Yifan snorts a laugh and nods. “Sure. Of course I can.”






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