{"@attributes":{"version":"2.0"},"channel":{"title":"yifantasy","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/","description":"yifantasy - LiveJournal.com","lastBuildDate":"Wed, 25 Nov 2015 23:22:41 GMT","generator":"LiveJournal \/ LiveJournal.com","image":{"url":"https:\/\/l-userpic.livejournal.com\/125189833\/72932604","title":"yifantasy","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/","width":"100","height":"100"},"item":[{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/20147.html","pubDate":"Wed, 25 Nov 2015 23:22:41 GMT","title":"\u2605 reveals [2015]","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/20147.html","description":"
<\/div>

reveals<\/i> \u2605<\/font>

The time has finally come for the reveals!

After 4 months of working, our 57<\/b> participants ended up turning in a total of 68<\/b> submissions. With 62 fanfics, 2 fanart, 2 fan videos, 1 fan edit and 1 podfic, a grand total of ~363,300 words<\/b> were written! Our most popular ships were Suho\/Yifan with 16 submissions and Lay\/Yifan with 10. Every single-member (including former members) EXO\/Yifan ship had at least 3 submissions!

We want to thank everyone who participated in this fest: writers, artists, prompters, readers, viewers, promoters, and commenters. Thank you for your overwhelming support! You all made the fest truly Yifantastic!<\/i> Special shout outs go to <\/a>k_popped<\/b><\/a><\/span>, <\/a>khrysallis1106<\/b><\/a><\/span>, <\/a>seafoamblues<\/b><\/a><\/span>, sexyvanillatiger<\/a>, --Skye--<\/a>, theotherhalfofawesome<\/a>, and <\/a>yeolis<\/b><\/a><\/span> who had 2 submissions each, and <\/a>thesockmonster<\/b><\/a><\/span> and Olympianlove<\/a> who had 3!

We may have another round next year, so please look forward to it! You are welcome to use the prompts on the prompt archive<\/a> for any future works! Send us a link to your finished work + the prompt number and we'll add it to the archive. (If any prompters would like to withdraw their prompts, please notify us by email as well.)

Feel free to use this post as a friending meme! Just leave your information (name, twitter, tumblr, favourite ships, biases, fandoms, etc.) or whatever you choose in a comment! You may now also crosspost your submissions to your personal websites and reply to comments.

Below is a breakdown of submissions by ship, for those who are curious.

<\/div><\/a>

from the mods<\/i> \u2605<\/font>

Mod S<\/font><\/b> \u2605<\/font> Wow. It's done. I'd been toying with the idea of starting a Yifan fest for months and I want to thank my co-mods for pushing me to finally make it happen! They came to my rescue when I'd asked for help and I couldn't have done it without them. Thank you all for your aid, knowledge, and input: L for the amazing graphics, H and C for your advice and expertise. We all managed to get a fic or two in before the deadline even while dealing with our own struggles, god bless. I'm so thankful for the great response and turnout; yifantasy is truly a fest to remember. Thank you to those who managed to comment especially; your positive responses make the participants feel loved. ^_^ It's really touching to see that there are still a lot of people who love and support Yifan and are willing to write fics and create fanart, fan edits, and fan videos for him. I hope you all enjoyed this fest and maybe we'll do it again next year. Thank you so much. \u2661\u2661

Mod L<\/font><\/b> \u2605<\/font> And that's a wrap! Congratulations to all participants who worked really hard to help make yifantasy happen. I'd also like to thank the other mods for all the hard work and camaraderie - it was awesome bros. Thanks to everyone who prompted, commented and promoted yifantasy around (twitter, tumblr, anywhere!). This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for you <3

Mod H<\/font><\/b> \u2605<\/font> Hey everyone! Thank you so much for prompting, participating and supporting this exchange! I had so much fun being a part of it, and I'm so sad that it's over :c Everyone put so much time and effort into this, and I'm honestly so proud of the result. This was a fantastic first round and hopefully it won't be the last! (wink wink @S)

Mod C<\/font><\/b> \u2605<\/font> Firstly, I want to thank the other mods for all their hard work! I was too busy so I feel like I didn't help enough, but you were all awesome and everything was so organized. A huge thank you to all the prompters (I feel confident in being able to say that I think yifantasy had the best fest prompts this year as a whole, and that's thanks to all of you!) as well as all the writers\/artists (you rock!!) and last but not least, all the readers who took the time to enjoy everyone's hard work and left comments. Thank you and I hope we can see you next time!<\/a>

masterlist<\/i> \u2605<\/font>

\u2605 DAY ONE<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
6 November 2015<\/i>
\ud83c\udf82<\/div>

\u2605<\/font> eight thousand nine hundred seventy-eight days<\/a> by <\/a>thesockmonster<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #148. Fanfiction.
Luhan\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 11,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: over indulgence of champagne.
Y<\/b>ifan gets left at the altar. So does Lu Han.

\u2605<\/font> love is a beach<\/a> by <\/a>london9calling<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #333. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 5,660 words.
Y<\/b>ifan can\u2019t remember what June 8th signifies and somehow that ends up with a BMW full of Pok\u00e9mon toys.

\u2605<\/font> one bullet to another<\/a> by sexyvanillatiger<\/a>. Prompt #185. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 23,165 words.
Warnings<\/i>: graphic violence, attempted sexual assault, mentions of prostitution and illegal drug use.
Z<\/b>hang Yixing applies for the undercover position because he knows that he can do good where other men will fail. He doesn't account for Kris, the enigmatic gangster who takes an interest in him, when he comes to this conclusion.

\u2605<\/font> rush<\/a> by theotherhalfofawesome<\/a>. Prompt #189. Fan video.
Chen\/Yifan<\/b>. R.
Warnings<\/i>: car crashes.
Y<\/b>ifan and Jongdae are rival Formula 1 drivers.

\u2605<\/font> down for your rhythm, down for your love<\/a> by <\/a>seafoamblues<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Original Prompt. Fanfiction.
Sehun\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 1,170 words.
Warnings<\/i>: watersports, knotting, rimming, heat sex, self-lubrication, barebacking, mention of imprinting.
S<\/b>ehun goes into heat the morning of Yifan's birthday. abo\/wolf au.


\u2605 DAY TWO<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
7 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> come crash into me<\/a> by <\/a>thesockmonster<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #254. Fanfiction.
Kai\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 6,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: abo au featuring dragons, knotting, heat sex.
A<\/b>fter spending years hiding in the human world, Yifan never expects another dragon to land in his backyard.

\u2605<\/font> come close (arms around you)<\/a> by --Skye--<\/a>. Prompt #307. Fanfiction.
Tao\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 5,500 words.
Warnings<\/i>: mention of animal neglect\/abuse.
Y<\/b>ifan doesn\u2019t need a human.

\u2605<\/font> i like the way you pull my hair<\/a> by louweedsblunt<\/a>. Prompt #8. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 2,467 words.
Warnings<\/i>: mentions of exhibitionism, established d\/s relationship, orgasm denial, brief foot job, dirty talk, barebacking.
K<\/b>yungsoo's dominant, Yifan's submissive, and they just work.

\u2605<\/font> guild leader<\/a> by <\/a>krishoislove<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #19. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. G. 938 words.
Y<\/b>ifan sees Junmyeon practicing his powers during his nightly rounds.

\u2605<\/font> do you hear me (i'm talking to you)?<\/a> by <\/a>yong_star<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #246. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 2,068 words.
C<\/b>hanyeol takes on the challenge of learning sign language from scratch to be able to communicate with the hot barista next door who is unfortunately deaf.


\u2605 DAY THREE<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
9 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> in the dragon's lair<\/a> by <\/a>queenbee_12<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Original Prompt. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 11,550 words.
Warnings<\/i>: frotting, nookie outside of a relationship, body worship, sort-of prostitution.
\u201cC<\/b>ome on, it\u2019s a little unusual. How do I just say \u2018hey by the way, I\u2019m banging my massage therapist, and I\u2019m pretty sure his other clients are too\u2019?\u201d

\u2605<\/font> bitch better have my money<\/a> by kingcameacallin<\/a>. Prompt #302. Fan edit.
Yifan-centric<\/b>. PG-13.
Warnings<\/i>: blood, implied death, implied violence.

\u2605<\/font> anaphylactic shock<\/a> by <\/a>angeldc<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #70. Fanfiction.
Luhan\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 3,845 words.
Y<\/b>ifan almost \"killed\" Lu Han three times in three consecutive days. It's going to be a tragic and romantic affair indeed.

\u2605<\/font> dragon hunting into my heart<\/a> by Olympianlove<\/a>. Prompt #82. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 5,813 words.
Y<\/b>ifan has been drawn to dragons all his life yet he has been told countless of times that they have gone extinct. Yifan refuses to believe that and following the leads of an old book, he leaves his home to the island of Arcadia in search of dragons.

\u2605<\/font> colour me like that red sunset<\/a> by <\/a>psharp10<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #22. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 4,499 words.
Warnings<\/i>: smut, lu han (being himself).
I<\/b>t's been about two weeks since Yifan's gotten laid in any way and he's slightly deprived and fully in denial that the lack of sex is because of the one night stand he had just about two weeks ago.


\u2605 DAY FOUR<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
10 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> sweater weather<\/a> by <\/a>carcharias1130<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #215. Fanfiction.
Baekhyun\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,000 words.
K<\/b>ris' boyfriend has no respect for others' property.

\u2605<\/font> all good things happen on wednesday<\/a> by <\/a>dosmilkshake<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #120. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 6,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: chanyeol and baekhyun are idiots.
K<\/b>ris decides he needs a change of pace, but his heart races faster.

\u2605<\/font> just add heat<\/a> by <\/a>cuzurmydestiny<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #29. Fanfiction.
Xiumin\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,033 words.
Warnings<\/i>: knotting, barebacking, mentions of heat and mpreg.
Y<\/b>ifan, a lone omega, signed up for a cooking class since he was even beginning to expect he\u2019d be alone for the rest of his life. He didn\u2019t expect to get something more than just a few tips on how to cook.

\u2605<\/font> same day, different scenario<\/a> by <\/a>sungun0506<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #84. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. R. 4,379 words.
Warnings<\/i>: language, \u2026sex, sort of.
A<\/b>nd in that moment, he returns to one day he regrets the most \u2013 May 14.

\u2605<\/font> home is where you take me<\/a> by <\/a>hoenestly<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #218. Fanfiction.
Chen\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 5,400 words.
Warnings<\/i>: sex swap, pegging.
B<\/b>ut there\u2019s finally a lull, a lull that Yifan wants to fully take advantage of. Cuddling is nice but he wants her to fuck him, give him a fully bodied orgasm that\u2019ll steal his breath and last<\/i>.


\u2605 DAY FIVE<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
11 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> drop dead legs<\/a> by <\/a>miyabi_abeno<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #162. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 6,327 words.
D<\/b>rop dead legs, pretty smile, hurts my head, gets me wild.

\u2605<\/font> my precious feline<\/a> by <\/a>ambersyra<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #211. Fanfiction.
Sehun\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 7,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: minor character death.
S<\/b>ehun had lost his world once. He found another one, but it left him. Seems like every ending is another beginning.

\u2605<\/font> colour hassles<\/a> by <\/a>nereid_nymph<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #211. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 9,600 words.
Warnings<\/i>: fairy godmother baekhyun, a judgmental cat, hot-headed joonmyun and dorky yifan. boob related mentions all the time, sorry not sorry. and some language.
J<\/b>oonmyun works for the embassy of another planet when they assign him to take care of the upcoming Prince Yifan. His job doesn\u2019t allow him to show his face, but everything turns upside down when his friends convince him to go to the Prince\u2019s banquet dressed as a girl. Chaos ensues.

\u2605<\/font> black and white<\/a> by Olympianlove<\/a>. Original Prompt. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,409 words.
Warnings<\/i>: breathplay.
A<\/b>ctor\/Model boyfriends having fun after a day of work:) porn with a plot.

\u2605<\/font> shall we play a game?<\/a> by <\/a>ransom_ransom<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Original Prompt. Fanart.
Yifan-centric<\/b>. PG-13.
Warnings<\/i>: implied bdsm.


\u2605 DAY SIX<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
12 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> a father's love<\/a> by <\/a>saemriel<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #270. Fanfiction.
Luhan\/Yifan<\/b>. G. 4,900 words.
T<\/b>hirty-one-year-old Wu Yifan has everything he wants - a successful business and perfect married life with his partner, Lu Han and adopted 5-year-old daughter. However, one day, a 16-year-old son turned up in their doorstep, claiming to be Lu Han's son. How will Yifan handle things from thereon?

\u2605<\/font> even the losers<\/a> by sexyvanillatiger<\/a>. Prompt #146. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 7,580 words.
T<\/b>he thing about a good alpha is that Yifan has never had one, and he doesn\u2019t know what he would do if he did.

\u2605<\/font> an idiot's guide to finding love<\/a> by byunsbaekery<\/a>. Prompt #317. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 8,087 words.
Warnings<\/i>: swearing.
Y<\/b>ifan was hopeless and Junmyeon was his best shot at love.

\u2605<\/font> call you mine<\/a> by Taeminnye<\/a>. Prompt #297. Fanfiction.
Jeonghan <\/b>(Seventeen)\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,353 words.
Warnings<\/i>: age gap\/age swap, bottom kris.
Y<\/b>ifan is a university student working in a bookstore, when he meets a quiet older man, named Jeonghan, who keeps coming back to the shop, asking for the same book but never buying it, only flipping through the pages before handing it back.


\u2605 DAY SEVEN<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
13 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> worth the risk<\/a> by <\/a>krayaddict<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #53. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 4,000 words.
Y<\/b>ifan usually surprises Yixing when the latter has activities in China, but Yifan gets surprised this time when his boyfriend shows up to a fan event in disguise.

\u2605<\/font> away we happened<\/a> by Scarletwriter<\/a>. Prompt #304. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 9,149 words.
Warnings<\/i>: arrangedmarriage! genderswitch!suho, sehun, luhan, baekhyun, kyungsoo.
H<\/b>er father needed the ties, Yifan was willing and she; well, she was available.

\u2605<\/font> pathcode<\/a> by <\/a>k_popped<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #46. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 6,900 words.
Warnings<\/i>: minor swearing.
Y<\/b>ifan and Luhan are missing with only days left before the eclipse. They\u2019re being followed, and nobody knows what to do. It feels like time is running out.

\u2605<\/font> maid for a day<\/a> by noticemegege<\/a>. Prompt #208. Fanfiction.
Chen\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,100 words.
Warnings<\/i>: crossdressing, curse words here and there, real names.
Y<\/b>ifan loses a bet to Jongdae and should act like a maid for a whole day.

\u2605<\/font> sweeter than sugar<\/a> by <\/a>baekmebacon<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #277. Fanfiction.
Baekhyun\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 1,514 words.
Warnings<\/i>: girl!luhan.
h<\/b>ybrid!AU where Lu Han still owed Yifan a few cups of sugar, and Baekhyun doesn't like her.


\u2605 DAY EIGHT<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
16 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> double shot<\/a> by aguamyeontee<\/a>. Prompt #123. Fanart.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. G.

\u2605<\/font> double shot<\/a> by <\/a>nappeungijibe<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #123. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 8,412 words.
Warnings<\/i>: crossdressing, age gap, bullying, swear words.
I<\/b>t is not a good idea to have a dare session while watching Korean drama. Especially when it was the same drama Big Bang made a parody of.

\u2605<\/font> fault not the hearts which are in love ; \u76f8\u604b\u4e4b\u5fc3\u65e0\u7f6a<\/a> by <\/a>khrysallis1106<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #11. Fanfiction.
Luhan\/Yifan<\/b>. R. 21,541 words.
Warnings<\/i>: mentions of homophobia.
W<\/b>hen Yifan is casted opposite rising star and rival Luhan in Xu Jinglei\u2019s newest movie, the last thing he expects is for real feelings to come into play. \u2018Messy\u2019 doesn\u2019t even cut it.

\u2605<\/font> lovesounds<\/a> by <\/a>kinkyixing<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #T<\/a>-8. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,480 words.
Warnings<\/i>: sounding, frottage.
Y<\/b>ifan and Kyungsoo have been dating for a while when Yifan admits he's really interested in sounding. Kyungsoo, nice boyfriend that he is, goes out and buys a kit.

\u2605<\/font> i am a good boy<\/a> by <\/a>velocipuppy<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #216. Fanfiction.
Xiumin\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 10,398 words.
Warnings<\/i>: smut, mild (i mean MILD) abuse, luhan being an asshole, heats, abo dynamics, depression, anxiety, excessively fluffy minseok, mpreg.
Y<\/b>iFan stares into the mirror like he stares at his Humanities textbook: confused, kind of angry, occasionally with tears in his eyes. YiFan\u2019s never been worth anything to anyone, much less to himself. His body is too big, his personality too small, and YiFan knows better than anyone what it\u2019s like to want to rip your skin off and trade it in for a more compact model.


\u2605 DAY NINE<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
17 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> more than enough<\/a> by <\/a>yuraxchan<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #260. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 5,899 words.
Warnings<\/i>: mentions of abuse, insecurities.
A<\/b>fter a bad break up, Yifan found himself going to a hybrid's center to adopt a puppy. Chanyeol appears strangely quiet for a pup but Yifan is intrigued and learns quickly that there's much more to Chanyeol than he had first thought.

\u2605<\/font> dragontouched<\/a> by Olympianlove<\/a>. Prompt #147. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 5,013 words.
W<\/b>ish-granting dragon who hates humans meets the one human who doesn't want what he thinks he does.

\u2605<\/font> yellow dahlias; i am happy you love me (even after all this time)<\/a> by <\/a>pawsitivelytao<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #24. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 8,778 words.
Warnings<\/i>: yifan\u2019s departure will be mentioned A LOT in this fic.
F<\/b>ate decides that 10 years is enough for them to separate.

\u2605<\/font> spill the wine (hit bottom line)<\/a> --Skye--<\/a>. Prompt #194. Fanfiction.
Tao\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 5,400 words.
G<\/b>oing to a \u2018fancy\u2019 birthday party is one thing, but seeing someone dressed in the same outfit is another.


\u2605 DAY TEN<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
18 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> love me the same<\/a> by <\/a>guardianlake<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #T<\/a>-23. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 18,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: age gap, age switch, possessive!yifan, virgin!junmyeon, smut, first time sex.
Y<\/b>ifan works hard to get what he wants, and when he lays eyes on a barely legal, new employee in his art gallery he decides he must have him.

\u2605<\/font> le gar\u00e7on aux yeux gris<\/a> by <\/a>asukaflying<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #310. Fanfiction.
Xu Jinglei <\/b>(actress, producer: Somewhere Only We Know)\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 2,477 words.
Warnings<\/i>: age gap?
H<\/b>e has grey eyes; she stares, watching unabashedly as he turns away.

\u2605<\/font> sex in the air [i don't care]<\/a> by <\/a>thesockmonster<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #315. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 4,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: hybrid au, heat sex, toys, mild orgasm control (cock ring), spanking.
T<\/b>he only thing Kyungsoo wants when he goes into heat is Yifan.

\u2605<\/font> where is he<\/a> by theotherhalfofawesome<\/a>. Original Prompt. Fan video.
Yifan-centric<\/b>. PG-13.
Warnings<\/i>: implied character death and violence.
W<\/b>hen Yifan's wife and daughter are murdered he sets out on a mission for revenge. He has reason to believe an agent that goes by the name of Tao is responsible.

\u2605<\/font> come into the night with me<\/a> by <\/a>khrysallis1106<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #49. Fanfiction.
Kai\/Yifan<\/b>. R. 5,500 words.
Warnings<\/i>: violence, minor character death.
Y<\/b>ifan is not the person he seems to be.


\u2605 DAY ELEVEN<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
19 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> didn't realise that i'd be falling for you<\/a> by <\/a>raaamyun<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #178. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 8,179 words.
S<\/b>ometimes it takes you 15 years to realise something.

\u2605<\/font> (you put your arms around me) and i'm home<\/a> by <\/a>kingchendae<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #31. Fanfiction.
Baekhyun\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 3,665 words.
P<\/b>ain doesn't automatically mean feeling hurt and pain until the end of time. Pain, hurt, sadness; it sometimes brings even greater things. Baekhyun wishes Yifan knows that.

\u2605<\/font> all he knew<\/a> by <\/a>chocoyeol<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #212. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. G. 1,360 words.
H<\/b>e sees him at the alley everyday.

\u2605<\/font> 5 times yifan got a tattoo that mattered, plus 1 time he gave one that mattered<\/a> by <\/a>erzas_fury<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #54. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 1,106 words.
5<\/b> times yifan got a tattoo that mattered, plus 1 time he gave one that mattered.

\u2605<\/font> cute is what i've got<\/a> by <\/a>k_popped<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #210. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 1,670 words.
H<\/b>e\u2019s not sleek and agile like Jongin. He\u2019s not playful and flexible like Sehun. Hell, he\u2019s not even as soft and cuddly as Chanyeol. Yifan is simply an abnormally tall, abnormally clumsy, abnormality of a catboy.


\u2605 DAY TWELVE<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
20 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> ink on my skin, you're my sin<\/a> by <\/a>hi_hyung<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #221. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 11,050 words.
S<\/b>taying true to one's word is easier said than done.

\u2605<\/font> by my side<\/a> by Lietolee<\/a>. Prompt #311. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. G. 7,480 words.
J<\/b>oonmyeon adopted a golden retriever and one night, he didn't anymore.

\u2605<\/font> do-over<\/a> by <\/a>shinealightrose<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #127. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. G. 1,570 words.
W<\/b>hen his ex-boyfriend comes back, Yixing has to ponder the question: maybe there was a reason for 'the one who got away' (non-canon).

\u2605<\/font> come hither, my dear<\/a> by <\/a>kriscasso<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #135. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,500 words.
J<\/b>oonmyun shows Yifan what it really means to take charge.

\u2605<\/font> fancy seeing you here<\/a> by <\/a>rideon9095<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #157. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 3,488 words.
Warnings:<\/i> embarrassing yifan.
Y<\/b>ifan is too cool to be doing this.


\u2605 DAY THIRTEEN<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
21 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> confessions of a bus driver<\/a> by <\/a>light_kira1<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #161. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 9,260 words.
Warnings:<\/i> slight exhibitionism.
Y<\/b>ifan is used to having all kinds of passengers on his bus, but this one is just pushing him to the limit of his self-restraints.

\u2605<\/font> just another manic monday<\/a> by <\/a>softboys<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #27. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 2,200 words.
Warnings:<\/i> brief, barely-there mention of sex.
I<\/b>t\u2019s Monday morning in the Kim-Wu Household.

\u2605<\/font> 2315: a space oddity<\/a> by <\/a>seafoamblues<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #T<\/a>-26. Fanfiction.
Kai\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 2,900 words.
Warnings:<\/i> tentacles, knotting, unprotected sex, tentacle bondage?
\"I<\/b>n the not-so-distant future, in a galaxy far, far away, a humanoid tentacle alien fucks his physical therapist....\"

\u2605<\/font> we can be your hero<\/a> by <\/a>kojafras<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #T<\/a>-19. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Suho\/Xiumin\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 2,433 words.
Warnings:<\/i> mpreg, abo.
Y<\/b>ifan is pregnant. The baby has four dads.

\u2605<\/font> i'm so glad you're mine<\/a> by <\/a>yeolis<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #T<\/a>-34. Fanfiction.
Baekhyun\/Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,449 words.
Warnings:<\/i> bottom!yifan, mpreg, double penetration, some mild rimming and stan the t-rex.
I<\/b>t wasn\u2019t in Yifan\u2019s plans to get pregnant.


\u2605 DAY FOURTEEN<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
22 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> disenchanted<\/a> by suhoneydew<\/a>. Prompt #222. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 2,440 words.
Warnings:<\/i> brief brief mentions of adultery.
S<\/b>ingle father Yifan spends his time indulging in his daughter\u2019s Disney fantasies. You would think a prince suddenly arriving at his doorstep wouldn\u2019t be such a big deal.

\u2605<\/font> destination<\/a> by <\/a>yeolis<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Original Prompt. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 2,699 words.
T<\/b>he owner of the phone Yifan found in the library just happens to be someone he\u2019s been waiting for.

\u2605<\/font> work me up<\/a> by <\/a>torontok<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #36. Fanfiction.
Xiumin\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 4,000 words.
C<\/b>ollege!au where class president Yifan's dating basketball captain Minseok after years and years of crushing on him and he doesn't want to disappoint him by telling him he's a virgin.

\u2605<\/font> somewhere it hides a well<\/a> by <\/a>bluedreaming<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Original Prompt. Fanfiction.
Sehun\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 9,860 words.
Warnings:<\/i> minor character death, implied depression, briefly implied past character abuse (does not involve any children).
A<\/b>t night, the rain mixes with the sound of his father crying.

\u2605<\/font> wake up<\/a> by <\/a>washingshoes<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Prompt #T<\/a>-2. Podfic.
Tao\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13.
Warnings:<\/i> screaming, implied death\/violence.<\/a><\/font><\/div><\/center><\/table>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/20147.html?view=comments#comments","category":["!reveals","!mod post"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19786.html","pubDate":"Sun, 22 Nov 2015 05:43:37 GMT","title":"\u2605 guess who [2015]","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19786.html","description":"
<\/div>

guess who<\/i> \u2605<\/font>

The time has finally come. After 14 days of posting, yifantasy fest is now complete! All that's left is the guess who and reveals~

With 57<\/b> participants and 68<\/b> submissions, do you think you can guess at least a fourth of this year's total? ^_-

Comment on this post with your guesses for who submitted which entry! Don't forget to keep reading and viewing all of our wonderful submissions so you can guess more~ Anonymous commenting is on for those shy folk! :)

Reveals will be on November 25th<\/b>, so get your guesses in before then!



masterlist<\/i> \u2605<\/font>

\u2605 DAY ONE<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
6 November 2015<\/i>
\ud83c\udf82<\/div>

\u2605<\/font> eight thousand nine hundred seventy-eight days<\/a>. Prompt #148. Fanfiction.
Luhan\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 11,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: over indulgence of champagne.
Y<\/b>ifan gets left at the altar. So does Lu Han.

\u2605<\/font> love is a beach<\/a>. Prompt #333. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 5,660 words.
Y<\/b>ifan can\u2019t remember what June 8th signifies and somehow that ends up with a BMW full of Pok\u00e9mon toys.

\u2605<\/font> one bullet to another<\/a>. Prompt #185. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 23,165 words.
Warnings<\/i>: graphic violence, attempted sexual assault, mentions of prostitution and illegal drug use.
Z<\/b>hang Yixing applies for the undercover position because he knows that he can do good where other men will fail. He doesn't account for Kris, the enigmatic gangster who takes an interest in him, when he comes to this conclusion.

\u2605<\/font> rush<\/a>. Prompt #189. Fan video.
Chen\/Yifan<\/b>. R.
Warnings<\/i>: car crashes.
Y<\/b>ifan and Jongdae are rival Formula 1 drivers.

\u2605<\/font> down for your rhythm, down for your love<\/a>. Original Prompt. Fanfiction.
Sehun\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 1,170 words.
Warnings<\/i>: watersports, knotting, rimming, heat sex, self-lubrication, barebacking, mention of imprinting.
S<\/b>ehun goes into heat the morning of Yifan's birthday. abo\/wolf au.


\u2605 DAY TWO<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
7 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> come crash into me<\/a>. Prompt #254. Fanfiction.
Kai\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 6,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: abo au featuring dragons, knotting, heat sex.
A<\/b>fter spending years hiding in the human world, Yifan never expects another dragon to land in his backyard.

\u2605<\/font> come close (arms around you)<\/a>. Prompt #307. Fanfiction.
Tao\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 5,500 words.
Warnings<\/i>: mention of animal neglect\/abuse.
Y<\/b>ifan doesn\u2019t need a human.

\u2605<\/font> i like the way you pull my hair<\/a>. Prompt #8. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 2,467 words.
Warnings<\/i>: mentions of exhibitionism, established d\/s relationship, orgasm denial, brief foot job, dirty talk, barebacking.
K<\/b>yungsoo's dominant, Yifan's submissive, and they just work.

\u2605<\/font> guild leader<\/a>. Prompt #19. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. G. 938 words.
Y<\/b>ifan sees Junmyeon practicing his powers during his nightly rounds.

\u2605<\/font> do you hear me (i'm talking to you)?<\/a> Prompt #246. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 2,068 words.
C<\/b>hanyeol takes on the challenge of learning sign language from scratch to be able to communicate with the hot barista next door who is unfortunately deaf.


\u2605 DAY THREE<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
9 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> in the dragon's lair<\/a>. Original Prompt. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 11,550 words.
Warnings<\/i>: frotting, nookie outside of a relationship, body worship, sort-of prostitution.
\u201cC<\/b>ome on, it\u2019s a little unusual. How do I just say \u2018hey by the way, I\u2019m banging my massage therapist, and I\u2019m pretty sure his other clients are too\u2019?\u201d

\u2605<\/font> bitch better have my money<\/a>. Prompt #302. Fan edit.
Yifan-centric<\/b>. PG-13.
Warnings<\/i>: blood, implied death, implied violence.

\u2605<\/font> anaphylactic shock<\/a>. Prompt #70. Fanfiction.
Luhan\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 3,845 words.
Y<\/b>ifan almost \"killed\" Lu Han three times in three consecutive days. It's going to be a tragic and romantic affair indeed.

\u2605<\/font> dragon hunting into my heart<\/a>. Prompt #82. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 5,813 words.
Y<\/b>ifan has been drawn to dragons all his life yet he has been told countless of times that they have gone extinct. Yifan refuses to believe that and following the leads of an old book, he leaves his home to the island of Arcadia in search of dragons.

\u2605<\/font> colour me like that red sunset<\/a>. Prompt #22. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 4,499 words.
Warnings<\/i>: smut, lu han (being himself).
I<\/b>t's been about two weeks since Yifan's gotten laid in any way and he's slightly deprived and fully in denial that the lack of sex is because of the one night stand he had just about two weeks ago.


\u2605 DAY FOUR<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
10 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> sweater weather<\/a>. Prompt #215. Fanfiction.
Baekhyun\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,000 words.
K<\/b>ris' boyfriend has no respect for others' property.

\u2605<\/font> all good things happen on wednesday<\/a>. Prompt #120. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 6,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: chanyeol and baekhyun are idiots.
K<\/b>ris decides he needs a change of pace, but his heart races faster.

\u2605<\/font> just add heat<\/a>. Prompt #29. Fanfiction.
Xiumin\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,033 words.
Warnings<\/i>: knotting, barebacking, mentions of heat and mpreg.
Y<\/b>ifan, a lone omega, signed up for a cooking class since he was even beginning to expect he\u2019d be alone for the rest of his life. He didn\u2019t expect to get something more than just a few tips on how to cook.

\u2605<\/font> same day, different scenario<\/a>. Prompt #84. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. R. 4,379 words.
Warnings<\/i>: language, \u2026sex, sort of.
A<\/b>nd in that moment, he returns to one day he regrets the most \u2013 May 14.

\u2605<\/font> home is where you take me<\/a>. Prompt #218. Fanfiction.
Chen\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 5,400 words.
Warnings<\/i>: sex swap, pegging.
B<\/b>ut there\u2019s finally a lull, a lull that Yifan wants to fully take advantage of. Cuddling is nice but he wants her to fuck him, give him a fully bodied orgasm that\u2019ll steal his breath and last<\/i>.


\u2605 DAY FIVE<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
11 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> drop dead legs<\/a>. Prompt #162. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 6,327 words.
D<\/b>rop dead legs, pretty smile, hurts my head, gets me wild.

\u2605<\/font> my precious feline<\/a>. Prompt #211. Fanfiction.
Sehun\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 7,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: minor character death.
S<\/b>ehun had lost his world once. He found another one, but it left him. Seems like every ending is another beginning.

\u2605<\/font> colour hassles<\/a>. Prompt #211. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 9,600 words.
Warnings<\/i>: fairy godmother baekhyun, a judgmental cat, hot-headed joonmyun and dorky yifan. boob related mentions all the time, sorry not sorry. and some language.
J<\/b>oonmyun works for the embassy of another planet when they assign him to take care of the upcoming Prince Yifan. His job doesn\u2019t allow him to show his face, but everything turns upside down when his friends convince him to go to the Prince\u2019s banquet dressed as a girl. Chaos ensues.

\u2605<\/font> black and white<\/a>. Original Prompt. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,409 words.
Warnings<\/i>: breathplay.
A<\/b>ctor\/Model boyfriends having fun after a day of work:) porn with a plot.

\u2605<\/font> shall we play a game?<\/a> Original Prompt. Fanart.
Yifan-centric<\/b>. PG-13.
Warnings<\/i>: implied bdsm.


\u2605 DAY SIX<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
12 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> a father's love<\/a>. Prompt #270. Fanfiction.
Luhan\/Yifan<\/b>. G. 4,900 words.
T<\/b>hirty-one-year-old Wu Yifan has everything he wants - a successful business and perfect married life with his partner, Lu Han and adopted 5-year-old daughter. However, one day, a 16-year-old son turned up in their doorstep, claiming to be Lu Han's son. How will Yifan handle things from thereon?

\u2605<\/font> even the losers<\/a>. Prompt #146. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 7,580 words.
T<\/b>he thing about a good alpha is that Yifan has never had one, and he doesn\u2019t know what he would do if he did.

\u2605<\/font> an idiot's guide to finding love<\/a>. Prompt #317. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 8,087 words.
Warnings<\/i>: swearing.
Y<\/b>ifan was hopeless and Junmyeon was his best shot at love.

\u2605<\/font> call you mine<\/a>. Prompt #297. Fanfiction.
Jeonghan <\/b>(Seventeen)\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,353 words.
Warnings<\/i>: age gap\/age swap, bottom kris.
Y<\/b>ifan is a university student working in a bookstore, when he meets a quiet older man, named Jeonghan, who keeps coming back to the shop, asking for the same book but never buying it, only flipping through the pages before handing it back.


\u2605 DAY SEVEN<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
13 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> worth the risk<\/a>. Prompt #53. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 4,000 words.
Y<\/b>ifan usually surprises Yixing when the latter has activities in China, but Yifan gets surprised this time when his boyfriend shows up to a fan event in disguise.

\u2605<\/font> away we happened<\/a>. Prompt #304. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 9,149 words.
Warnings<\/i>: arrangedmarriage! genderswitch!suho, sehun, luhan, baekhyun, kyungsoo.
H<\/b>er father needed the ties, Yifan was willing and she; well, she was available.

\u2605<\/font> pathcode<\/a>. Prompt #46. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 6,900 words.
Warnings<\/i>: minor swearing.
Y<\/b>ifan and Luhan are missing with only days left before the eclipse. They\u2019re being followed, and nobody knows what to do. It feels like time is running out.

\u2605<\/font> maid for a day<\/a>. Prompt #208. Fanfiction.
Chen\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,100 words.
Warnings<\/i>: crossdressing, curse words here and there, real names.
Y<\/b>ifan loses a bet to Jongdae and should act like a maid for a whole day.

\u2605<\/font> sweeter than sugar<\/a>. Prompt #277. Fanfiction.
Baekhyun\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 1,514 words.
Warnings<\/i>: girl!luhan.
h<\/b>ybrid!AU where Lu Han still owed Yifan a few cups of sugar, and Baekhyun doesn't like her.


\u2605 DAY EIGHT<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
16 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> double shot<\/a>. Prompt #123. Fanart.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. G.

\u2605<\/font> double shot<\/a>. Prompt #123. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 8,412 words.
Warnings<\/i>: crossdressing, age gap, bullying, swear words.
I<\/b>t is not a good idea to have a dare session while watching Korean drama. Especially when it was the same drama Big Bang made a parody of.

\u2605<\/font> fault not the hearts which are in love ; \u76f8\u604b\u4e4b\u5fc3\u65e0\u7f6a<\/a>. Prompt #11. Fanfiction.
Luhan\/Yifan<\/b>. R. 21,541 words.
Warnings<\/i>: mentions of homophobia.
W<\/b>hen Yifan is casted opposite rising star and rival Luhan in Xu Jinglei\u2019s newest movie, the last thing he expects is for real feelings to come into play. \u2018Messy\u2019 doesn\u2019t even cut it.

\u2605<\/font> lovesounds<\/a>. Prompt #T<\/a>-8. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,480 words.
Warnings<\/i>: sounding, frottage.
Y<\/b>ifan and Kyungsoo have been dating for a while when Yifan admits he's really interested in sounding. Kyungsoo, nice boyfriend that he is, goes out and buys a kit.

\u2605<\/font> i am a good boy<\/a>. Prompt #216. Fanfiction.
Xiumin\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 10,398 words.
Warnings<\/i>: smut, mild (i mean MILD) abuse, luhan being an asshole, heats, abo dynamics, depression, anxiety, excessively fluffy minseok, mpreg.
Y<\/b>iFan stares into the mirror like he stares at his Humanities textbook: confused, kind of angry, occasionally with tears in his eyes. YiFan\u2019s never been worth anything to anyone, much less to himself. His body is too big, his personality too small, and YiFan knows better than anyone what it\u2019s like to want to rip your skin off and trade it in for a more compact model.


\u2605 DAY NINE<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
17 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> more than enough<\/a>. Prompt #260. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 5,899 words.
Warnings<\/i>: mentions of abuse, insecurities.
A<\/b>fter a bad break up, Yifan found himself going to a hybrid's center to adopt a puppy. Chanyeol appears strangely quiet for a pup but Yifan is intrigued and learns quickly that there's much more to Chanyeol than he had first thought.

\u2605<\/font> dragontouched<\/a>. Prompt #147. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 5,013 words.
W<\/b>ish-granting dragon who hates humans meets the one human who doesn't want what he thinks he does.

\u2605<\/font> yellow dahlias; i am happy you love me (even after all this time)<\/a>. Prompt #24. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 8,778 words.
Warnings<\/i>: yifan\u2019s departure will be mentioned A LOT in this fic.
F<\/b>ate decides that 10 years is enough for them to separate.

\u2605<\/font> spill the wine (hit bottom line)<\/a>. Prompt #194. Fanfiction.
Tao\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 5,400 words.
G<\/b>oing to a \u2018fancy\u2019 birthday party is one thing, but seeing someone dressed in the same outfit is another.


\u2605 DAY TEN<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
18 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> love me the same<\/a>. Prompt #T<\/a>-23. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 18,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: age gap, age switch, possessive!yifan, virgin!junmyeon, smut, first time sex.
Y<\/b>ifan works hard to get what he wants, and when he lays eyes on a barely legal, new employee in his art gallery he decides he must have him.

\u2605<\/font> le gar\u00e7on aux yeux gris<\/a>. Prompt #310. Fanfiction.
Xu Jinglei <\/b>(actress, producer: Somewhere Only We Know)\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 2,477 words.
Warnings<\/i>: age gap?
H<\/b>e has grey eyes; she stares, watching unabashedly as he turns away.

\u2605<\/font> sex in the air [i don't care]<\/a>. Prompt #315. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 4,000 words.
Warnings<\/i>: hybrid au, heat sex, toys, mild orgasm control (cock ring), spanking.
T<\/b>he only thing Kyungsoo wants when he goes into heat is Yifan.

\u2605<\/font> where is he<\/a>. Original Prompt. Fan video.
Yifan-centric<\/b>. PG-13.
Warnings<\/i>: implied character death and violence.
W<\/b>hen Yifan's wife and daughter are murdered he sets out on a mission for revenge. He has reason to believe an agent that goes by the name of Tao is responsible.

\u2605<\/font> come into the night with me<\/a>. Prompt #49. Fanfiction.
Kai\/Yifan<\/b>. R. 5,500 words.
Warnings<\/i>: violence, minor character death.
Y<\/b>ifan is not the person he seems to be.


\u2605 DAY ELEVEN<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
19 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> didn't realise that i'd be falling for you<\/a>. Prompt #178. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 8,179 words.
S<\/b>ometimes it takes you 15 years to realise something.

\u2605<\/font> (you put your arms around me) and i'm home<\/a>. Prompt #31. Fanfiction.
Baekhyun\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 3,665 words.
P<\/b>ain doesn't automatically mean feeling hurt and pain until the end of time. Pain, hurt, sadness; it sometimes brings even greater things. Baekhyun wishes Yifan knows that.

\u2605<\/font> all he knew<\/a>. Prompt #212. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. G. 1,360 words.
H<\/b>e sees him at the alley everyday.

\u2605<\/font> 5 times yifan got a tattoo that mattered, plus 1 time he gave one that mattered<\/a>. Prompt #54. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 1,106 words.
5<\/b> times yifan got a tattoo that mattered, plus 1 time he gave one that mattered.

\u2605<\/font> cute is what i've got<\/a>. Prompt #210. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 1,670 words.
H<\/b>e\u2019s not sleek and agile like Jongin. He\u2019s not playful and flexible like Sehun. Hell, he\u2019s not even as soft and cuddly as Chanyeol. Yifan is simply an abnormally tall, abnormally clumsy, abnormality of a catboy.


\u2605 DAY TWELVE<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
20 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> ink on my skin, you're my sin<\/a>. Prompt #221. Fanfiction.
D.O.\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 11,050 words.
S<\/b>taying true to one's word is easier said than done.

\u2605<\/font> by my side<\/a>. Prompt #311. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. G. 7,480 words.
J<\/b>oonmyeon adopted a golden retriever and one night, he didn't anymore.

\u2605<\/font> do-over<\/a>. Prompt #127. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. G. 1,570 words.
W<\/b>hen his ex-boyfriend comes back, Yixing has to ponder the question: maybe there was a reason for 'the one who got away' (non-canon).

\u2605<\/font> come hither, my dear<\/a>. Prompt #135. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,500 words.
J<\/b>oonmyun shows Yifan what it really means to take charge.

\u2605<\/font> fancy seeing you here<\/a>. Prompt #157. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 3,488 words.
Warnings:<\/i> embarrassing yifan.
Y<\/b>ifan is too cool to be doing this.


\u2605 DAY THIRTEEN<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
21 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> confessions of a bus driver<\/a>. Prompt #161. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 9,260 words.
Warnings:<\/i> slight exhibitionism.
Y<\/b>ifan is used to having all kinds of passengers on his bus, but this one is just pushing him to the limit of his self-restraints.

\u2605<\/font> just another manic monday<\/a>. Prompt #27. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 2,200 words.
Warnings:<\/i> brief, barely-there mention of sex.
I<\/b>t\u2019s Monday morning in the Kim-Wu Household.

\u2605<\/font> 2315: a space oddity<\/a>. Prompt #T<\/a>-26. Fanfiction.
Kai\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 2,900 words.
Warnings:<\/i> tentacles, knotting, unprotected sex, tentacle bondage?
\"I<\/b>n the not-so-distant future, in a galaxy far, far away, a humanoid tentacle alien fucks his physical therapist....\"

\u2605<\/font> we can be your hero<\/a>. Prompt #T<\/a>-19. Fanfiction.
Chanyeol\/Suho\/Xiumin\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 2,433 words.
Warnings:<\/i> mpreg, abo.
Y<\/b>ifan is pregnant. The baby has four dads.

\u2605<\/font> i'm so glad you're mine<\/a>. Prompt #T<\/a>-34. Fanfiction.
Baekhyun\/Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 3,449 words.
Warnings:<\/i> bottom!yifan, mpreg, double penetration, some mild rimming and stan the t-rex.
I<\/b>t wasn\u2019t in Yifan\u2019s plans to get pregnant.


\u2605 DAY FOURTEEN<\/b> \u2605<\/font>
22 November 2015<\/i><\/div>

\u2605<\/font> disenchanted<\/a>. Prompt #222. Fanfiction.
Suho\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 2,440 words.
Warnings:<\/i> brief brief mentions of adultery.
S<\/b>ingle father Yifan spends his time indulging in his daughter\u2019s Disney fantasies. You would think a prince suddenly arriving at his doorstep wouldn\u2019t be such a big deal.

\u2605<\/font> destination<\/a>. Original Prompt. Fanfiction.
Lay\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13. 2,699 words.
T<\/b>he owner of the phone Yifan found in the library just happens to be someone he\u2019s been waiting for.

\u2605<\/font> work me up<\/a>. Prompt #36. Fanfiction.
Xiumin\/Yifan<\/b>. NC-17. 4,000 words.
C<\/b>ollege!au where class president Yifan's dating basketball captain Minseok after years and years of crushing on him and he doesn't want to disappoint him by telling him he's a virgin.

\u2605<\/font> somewhere it hides a well<\/a>. Original Prompt. Fanfiction.
Sehun\/Yifan<\/b>. PG. 9,860 words.
Warnings:<\/i> minor character death, implied depression, briefly implied past character abuse (does not involve any children).
A<\/b>t night, the rain mixes with the sound of his father crying.

\u2605<\/font> wake up<\/a>. Prompt #T<\/a>-2. Podfic.
Tao\/Yifan<\/b>. PG-13.
Warnings:<\/i> screaming, implied death\/violence.


participants<\/i> \u2605<\/font>

Need some help with your guesses? Here's a list of our participants for this year's round! (Some participants may have more than one submission!)

\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t
aguamyeontee<\/a><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>hoenestly<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>miyabi_abeno<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\tsexyvanillatiger<\/a><\/td>\n <\/a>yuraxchan<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>ambersyra<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>k_popped<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>nappeungijibe<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>shinealightrose<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>angeldc<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>khrysallis1106<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>nereid_nymph<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t--Skye--<\/a><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>asukaflying<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\tkingcameacallin<\/a><\/td>\n\t\tnoticemegege<\/a><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>softboys<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>baekmebacon<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>kingchendae<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\tOlympianlove<\/a><\/td>\n\t\tsuhoneydew<\/a><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>bluedreaming<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>kinkyixing<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>pawsitivelytao<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>sungun0506<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
byunsbaekery<\/a><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>kojafras<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>psharp10<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\tTaeminnye<\/a><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>carcharias1130<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>krayaddict<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>queenbee_12<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\ttheotherhalfofawesome<\/a><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>chocoyeol<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>kriscasso<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>raaamyun<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>thesockmonster<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>cuzurmydestiny<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>krishoislove<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>ransom_ransom<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>torontok<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>dosmilkshake<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\tLietolee<\/a><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>rideon9095<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>velocipuppy<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>erzas_fury<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>light_kira1<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>saemriel<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n <\/a>washingshoes<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>guardianlake<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>london9calling<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\tScarletwriter<\/a><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>yeolis<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n\t
<\/a>hi_hyung<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\tlouweedsblunt<\/a><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>seafoamblues<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t\t<\/a>yong_star<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/td>\n\t<\/tr>\n<\/table><\/font><\/div><\/center><\/table>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19786.html?view=comments#comments","category":["!guess who","!mod post"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19620.html","pubDate":"Sun, 22 Nov 2015 03:30:04 GMT","title":"DAY FOURTEEN \u2605 wake up [podfic]","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19620.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>washingshoes<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> T-2 \"[POSSIBLE DUCBON] platonic!taoris. gantz!au (film vers.) in which yifan gets hit by a truck, only to wake up in a blank room with several other people claiming that they've died and a black orb by the name of gantz. he realizes that to go back to his normal life, he has to fight aliens and put his life on the line, according to the black orb's screen commands. (yes, it sounds crazy even to him, but he just can't seem to wake up from this nightmare.)\"
Title:<\/b> Wake Up
Ship:<\/b> platonic!Tao\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Warnings:<\/b> screaming, implied death\/violence
Notes:<\/b> The audio snippets are from the Gantz trailer<\/a>. I\u2019m sorry I couldn\u2019t fit everything from the prompt in, due to the nature of this fanwork.

[Click to listen.<\/a>]<\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19620.html?view=comments#comments","category":["day 14","ship: tao\/yifan","rating: pg-13","*podfic"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19354.html","pubDate":"Sat, 21 Nov 2015 23:07:19 GMT","title":"DAY FOURTEEN \u2605 somewhere it hides a well","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19354.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>bluedreaming<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> Original Prompt
Title:<\/b> somewhere it hides a well
Ship:<\/b> Sehun & Yifan (father & son)
Side ships:<\/b> Kai\/Unnamed Woman (broken), Sehun & Tao (friends), Baekhyun\/Yang Zishan<\/a>, Baekhyun & Yifan (friends), Kai & Yifan (coparents?)
Rating:<\/b> PG
Word count:<\/b> 9,860 words
Warnings:<\/b> minor character death, implied depression, briefly implied past character abuse (does not involve any children)
Summary:<\/b> At night, the rain mixes with the sound of his father crying.
Notes:<\/b> Thank you to M for writing about the rain and giving me this idea in the first place. Thank you to everyone who helped and encouraged me when I started writing. A huge thank you to L for hearing me out and helping me unravel my memories of a plot into actual structure, and an enormous thank you to A for being the bestest beta ever and helping me untangle the results.



Listen to this rain falling<\/a> while you read this.
There is a moment in this story where, due to the restrictions of the narrative point of view, I\u2019ll ask you to suspend your disbelief and imagine, from the other characters\u2019 perceptions, why something is so.<\/em><\/small>

\"What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well...\"<\/em>
\u2015Antoine de Saint-Exup\u00e9ry<\/a>, The Little Prince<\/small><\/font><\/p>




He twists open the door knob with chubby hands and tiptoes down the dark hallway, tiny footsteps drowned out by the heavy sound of the rain. He can hear his father crying.

It's dark in the kitchen, the only light coming from the tree-obscured streetlight, branches battered by the wind outside. His father is sitting curled up on a chair, water pouring down his face in a steady flow that his limp fingers have long stopped trying to stem.

\"Dad, why are you crying?\"

Sehun's voice is only a whisper in the night. He's scared and confused and the thunder outside only serves to heighten his anxiety. He lifts small hands to his father's legs, gently trying to pat the sad away like Mommy used to do.

But Mommy isn't here anymore.






The rain's still falling when the faint sunlight trickles in through his window. He's in bed, tucked warmly under the quilt.

How did I get here?<\/em>

He's rubbing his tired eyes with small fists when he realizes he can't hear Dad crying anymore. Suddenly panicked, he flails his small limbs, trying to extricate himself from the sudden tangle of fabric, but only succeeding in tangling himself further into the mess. Overwhelmed, he begins to wail softly.

There's a soft rustling from the room next door and his father enters the room, hair sticking up at the back and pajamas askew, but Sehun is so relieved to see him that his sobs only grow louder.

\"Shhh, shhh, don't cry,\" Dad soothes him, folding the small boy in his arms and rocking him back and forth. \"Everything is okay.\"

Sehun looks up at his father with a tear-streaked face. Dad is smiling, but his eyes are still red. He reaches up to touch his father's cheek.

\"If Sehun can't cry then Dad can't cry either,\" he says, prodding tiny fingers at his father's puffy eyes. Dad smiles, but it's crooked, not like it used to be. Sehun settles for giving his father a big hug. He doesn't know what else to do.






It's still raining after breakfast, when they have to leave. Sehun puts on his big yellow rubber boots with the duck toes, because he loves to splash in the puddles. Dad puts on his big boring black boots, and takes his hand as they walk out into the wet day.

Dad likes to walk under the umbrella, because his jacket isn't a very good one and he doesn't want to get wet. Sehun likes his shiny yellow raincoat with a big hood that covers his head much more than any black leather boring grown-up raincoat, and he likes to run ahead of his father and jump and dance in the rain and make giant splashes with his rubber duck boots. But today, looking up at his father's face, he remembers the sounds in the night and puffy eyes in the morning. He holds tightly onto Dad's hand and leads him onwards to the kindergarten. He doesn't want his father to get lost in the rain.

At the door, Sehun gives Dad a big hug before waving him off. He watches the tall silhouette of his father disappearing into the rain, stooped shoulders sad under the umbrella, and there's a sob that wants to choke his throat but he won't cry. Dad said not to, and Sehun doesn't want his father to be sad anymore.






\"Where's your mommy?\"

Sehun looks up from the flowers he's tracing in the sand bin. Dad likes flowers, and he wishes he could give him some. Maybe he would smile then, like he used to smile at Mommy's flower garden in the back. A real smile. Sehun had been grinning, thinking about it, but now that happiness has been dashed to the floor by the cold water bucket of his classmate's words.

Sehun looks up, frowning, but Zitao's eyes are only widely curious. Sehun knows he doesn't mean anything bad. Zitao is the one who cries when he wakes up after nap time because he had a good dream, and cowers whimpering under the table when there's a thunderstorm. He wants to smile at Zitao, who looks ready to cry at Sehun's dark expression, but he can't. He looks down at his hands again, smudging the flowers back into mounds of sand.

\"She went away,\" he says quietly.

Zitao looks scared, but his mouth opens anyway to ask another question.

\"Where did she go?\" His voice comes out as barely a whisper.

Sehun feels an inexplicable desire to smash his fists into the sand bin, feel the satisfying crunch under his fists and see the sand flying everywhere in the air. But he's a good boy for Dad. Because he doesn't want his father to be sad.

\"Dad said she's in the sky, and the ground, and my heart,\" he finally says, shoulders hunched. \"But we went to visit her in a little box on the wall.\" He doesn't understand this, how can Mommy be in the sky and a box in the wall at the same time?<\/em> but he doesn't want to ask and risk making his father sadder.

\"But why did she go away?\" Zitao's voice is barely a breath of air over his tongue. His eyes are shiny with unshed tears, and Sehun finds himself walking around the sand bin to give his sensitive friend a hug.

\"I don't know.\" His throat closes over the words, and the two little boys just stand there by the sand bin, crying, before the kindergarten worker, Miss Kang, comes over to see what's wrong.






It's still raining when it's time for Dad to come and pick him up. Sehun sits nicely on the bench, kicking his heels quietly against the metal bar. He has his rubber duck boots on already and his jacket too. He want to show Dad that he's a good little boy, so maybe Dad won't be sad anymore.

He sits, and waits, and kicks his heels quietly. Other mothers and fathers come one by one to pick up the other children; he waves at Zitao with a friendly smile on his face as the little black-haired boy is led away by his tall pretty mother in a red coat and heels.

It's getting dark, and Miss Kang has come to sit beside Sehun on the bench. She offers him some crackers for a snack, because it's a bit late and he hasn't had any supper yet, of course. Sehun shakes his head. Dad's coming soon.<\/em>

Miss Kang, seeing that Sehun doesn't want the crackers, goes to the office for a while, after telling him not to run anywhere and get wet. Sehun nods along. Of course he's going to be a good boy and wait for Dad. He hears muffled voices coming from the office, grown-up stuff<\/em>, and keeps sitting nicely, quietly kicking his heels against the metal bar.

\"Are you thirsty, Sehun?\" Miss Kang asks, coming back out of the office to offer him a juice box. He is<\/strong> thirsty. Sehun nods, taking the box as he happily sips orange juice from the straw. I'm sure Dad will be here any minute now.<\/em>

Finally he sees the approaching silhouette of a person in the rain, and jumps up happily, juice box forgotten on the bench. I knew he was coming!<\/em>

But as the figure gradually approaches, Sehun's excited expression falls. It's not his father after all; it's Mr. Byun who works with Dad at the office. He remembers stopping by the workplace sometimes with Mommy, and Mr. Byun would ruffle his hair and sneak him candy when his mother wasn't looking. He doesn't really like candy; he's always preferred the mild sweetness of bubble tea or ice cream; but the thrill of not having permission always gave the illicit treat an extra zing.

His mouth doesn't taste sweet anymore as he looks up at Mr. Byun who's talking to Miss Kang in hushed tones. His tongue is still sour from the orange juice, and his empty tummy growls uncomfortably, but the grown-ups are too busy whispering to notice. Sehun tugs at Mr. Byun's sleeve.

\"Where's Dad?\" The sound of his small voice is drowned out by the rain. No one hears, and Sehun feels a small knot of fear twisting itself in the bottom of his empty stomach.

After a few more moments of solemn murmuring, Miss Kang turns to Sehun, crouching down and taking his small trembling hands in her soft fingers.

\"Mr. Byun's going to take you home, okay?\" She smiles at him reassuringly, but Sehun can see the concern in her eyes. The same concern that's been in all of the adults' eyes since his mother went away. He frowns, and his bottom lips trembles slightly despite his best efforts to the contrary.

\"Your Dad is okay, Sehun.\" Mr. Byun has crouched down as well; he's now eye-level with the small boy and nods reassuringly. \"He just has a bit of a cold so we thought he should go home early to give him a rest.\"

Sehun wants to believe Mr. Byun's gentle smile, but he sees his furrowed brow and slightly pinched expression and doesn't feel any better. But he knows Mr. Byun's only doing his best, so he pats his father's coworker lightly on the arm and nods.

\"Okay!\" he says with his best attempt at a cheery smile. It seems to do the trick, and soon he and Mr. Byun are hurrying home in the rain.

They stop at a restaurant along the way because Mr. Byun explains that Dad is resting and has already eaten; Sehun would rather just have bubble tea and get home to see his father more quickly, but the adult insists on stopping for a bite. Sehun compromises by wolfing down his hamburger, only stopping to drink his juice when he sees that Mr. Byun is eating more slowly.

Despite Sehun's sense of urgency, the adult finishes his meal at what seems to the small boy to be a snail's pace. When they finally get up and leave, Sehun almost drags the adult down the street.

He wants to see his father right away when he gets home but Mr. Byun insists that he get ready for bed instead and tucks him in before leaving.

\"Your Dad's really tired so we'll just let him sleep right now okay?\" Mr. Byun says before turning out the light. Sehun waits until he hears the front door shut with a click before bounding out of bed to check on his father.

But when he slides the door open a crack, he can see his father huddled in a tangle of blankets at the edge of the bed, backlit by the dim light of the water-veiled streetlight outside the window. Over the noise of the rain falling, he can hear the muffled sound of sobs.

Sehun wants to go in and give his Dad a hug, but his feet are reluctant and instead he sits, curled up beside the door, listening to the evidence of his father's sadness.






It's still raining when Sehun blinks open his eyes. He's lying in bed again, quilt tucked in around his small frame.

Wasn't I just in the hallway?<\/em>

He quickly crawls out of bed, forgetting to put on slippers in his rush down the hallway to his father's room where he stops, frozen, in the doorway. The bed is made neatly and the room is empty. Heart thumping in his small chest, Sehun turns and rushes back the other way to the kitchen, not knowing what to expect.

Did Dad go away too?<\/em>

His eyes are beginning to water when he reaches the kitchen, and he stops in surprise at the sight of his father making their lunches.

\"Good morning Sehun.\" His father smiles at him before putting the last lid on the lunch box. He doesn't say anything about last night, and Sehun doesn't mention the dark shadows under his father's eyes. The questions feel heavy on his tongue but he swallows them down like vitamin pills, the flavour on his tongue bitter.






The view is still obscured by the rain when Dad drops him off at school. Sehun waves goodbye to his father before neatly hanging his yellow raincoat on the hook and neatly lining his rubber fuck boots up underneath.

Zitao comes in and Sehun rushes over.

\"Do you want to paint flowers with me today?\" Sehun is excited because he's going to do something to cheer Dad up. Zitao nods happily.

\"Okay!\" he readily agrees. \"I like pretty flowers.\"

They spend the morning with watercolours and easels, dabbing strokes of bright colour on paper while the rain drones on overhead. Zitao likes blues and greens and he paints the park across the street from the kindergarten, where they go sometimes for picnics when it\u2019s not raining. He adds flowers in tiny splashes of white and yellow like daisies. Sehun prefers brighter colours, and he decides to draw the florist shop next to the library where he used to go with Mommy, so many stories lining the shelves in splashes of colour and promises of different worlds. They would always stop and admire the flowers on the way home, and usually end up buying a pretty bouquet to tuck into a vase on the table.

Sehun stands back and smiles, looking at his picture. This will make you happy, Dad, just like Mommy\u2019s flowers.<\/em>






Sehun waves Zitao cheerfully off at the end of the day, the black-haired boy happily carrying his painted flowers in the knapsack on his back as a present for his mother. It isn't long before he sees his father approaching, a tall silhouette protected by the dry circle of a blue umbrella.

Sehun can barely contain his enthusiasm, hopping from one leg to another as he watches his father's slow approach. He\u2019s weaving around the puddles that cover the sidewalk.

\"Look Dad!\" he shouts as soon as his father is close enough to see him. He waves his flower-covered paper in his hands, excited about the prospect of seeing Dad with a real smile on his face.

His father is almost at the roofed overhang when a sudden gust of wind snatches the paper from Sehun's grasp and sends it spinning out into the rain before dropping it abruptly in a deep puddle, where he watches it sink slowly into the water, the bright colours leaching out and smudging together to make a sad browny-grey.

Sehun looks up at his father with tears in his eyes. I really wanted to make you smile, Dad.<\/em> He whimpers instead, biting his lip to stop the tears from falling, but a big drop still manages to slip out of one eyes and roll down his face to his chin.

His father crouches down quickly to enfold him in his warm arms. Sehun buries his face into the water-flecked leather of his father's jacket, the raindrops mixing with the errant tears on his face.

\"It's okay, Sehun,\" his father murmurs comfortingly as he gently pats the small boy's back. Sehun feels the tight knot in his throat loosen just a bit, but he still feels the need to get an apology off of his tiny chest. It was supposed to make you smile, Dad.<\/em>

\"I'm sorry,\" he whispers into his father's ear. \"I wanted to draw you flowers like Mommy's flowers so you can smile again.\" He hears the sudden catch in his father's throat, and that little reminder of his father's pain is enough to send the child over the edge into wailing cries. I'm sorry, Dad, you didn't want me to cry.<\/em>. Sehun crushes his face deep into his father's chest for one last comforting whiff of leather before pulling back, rubbing his streaming eyes with small fists.

Dad's eyes are still too bright with wet, but he ruffles Sehun's hair with a big, warm hand before sliding the yellow hood over his head, and together they walk hand-in-hand out into the rain.






Sehun wakes up suddenly. It's still dark, and the sound of the rain still fills the heavy air. Is there something wrong?<\/em> He's rubbing his sleepy eyes when he hears a choked sob coming from the kitchen. Carefully, he pushes the quilt off and slips his feet into fuzzy slippers before softly padding down the hall into the shadowed kitchen.

Dad is curled up on a chair, arms wrapped around his knees. He looks like he's trying to hold himself together, like the rubber bands they use at kindergarten to keep the crayons and markers from getting lost. I think Dad is lost.<\/em>

Sehun's doing his best to find him again but he's just a little boy and he doesn't know how he's supposed to do this. Maybe I have to be like Mommy when I used to have a nightmare and woke up crying.<\/em>

He drags his little bench over to the cabinet to get his favourite purple cup and then drags the bench over to the tap so he can fill it with water. He takes this small offering over to his father, lightly touching his ankle to get his attention before lifting up the cup.

Dad looks at him with wide, tear-filled eyes before gently taking the cup and drinking a long sip, finishing with a rattling sigh. He sets it down on the table with a soft clink of porcelain on wood.

\"Thank you,\" he says, his voice quiet, barely audible above the sound of the rain, but Sehun understands.

Sehun falls asleep that night wrapped in his father's arms. It's warm and safe in the big double bed, Mommy used to sleep here<\/em>, and he pretends not to notice when the back of his pajama top gets wet from Dad's tears.






Zitao is all happy and bouncy the next day because he gave his mother the watercolour flowers and made her smile.

\"And she even put it up on the fridge!\" he exclaims happily, jumping up and down.

Even though he's sad about what happened with his painting, Sehun can't help but smile at his friend's joy. He gives him a big hug before they run off to play in the toy kitchen, because it's still raining and they can't go outside.

When Dad comes to pick him up, they stop for bubble tea on the way home, sipping tapioca pearls happily from the colourful straws as Sehun splashes through puddles in his yellow duck boots and his father manages to avoid getting wet.






It's dark, and the raindrops are hitting his window and streaming down the glass, sending a waterfall of wavering light from the street lamp onto the wall beside his bed. Sehun can hear muffled sobs from the next room. He quietly untangles his feet from the sheets and pads over on small slipper-clad feet down the hallway, softly pushing open the heavy door.

His father is curled up in a ball at the edge of the bed, face against the wall. Sehun kicks off his slippers and neatly lines them up at the side before climbing up onto mattress and curling himself into his father's arms. Dad doesn't seem surprised to see him, only wrapping his arms around the small boy and burrowing his tear-streaked face into the small boy's shoulder.






Zitao isn't at kindergarten today. Miss Kang says that he was playing outside in the rain when he wasn't supposed to and got a cold, and that everyone must be a good little boy or girl and listen to instructions.

Sehun giggles at the thought. Zitao is a good boy; he probably just wanted to surprise his mother with a hand-picked bouquet of flowers or something. I'll ask him tomorrow.<\/em>

The rain is falling particularly hard when Sehun puts on his big yellow raincoat and skips his small feet into his shiny rubber duck boots. Dad comes in his leather jacket and umbrella and Sehun waves to Miss Kang as he walks away, his other hand wrapped comfortingly up in his father's big hand.

Dad gets a phone call from the office so he's trailing behind, murmuring on his cellphone while Sehun runs ahead to play hopscotch with the puddles on the sidewalk. His boots make satisfying splashing noises, sending droplets of water up to tickle his cheeks and hands as he jumps along the concrete.

Suddenly a familiar sound catches his attention. Someone is crying.<\/em> Sehun glances back quickly at his father but he's still busy on the phone. He walks carefully forward, keeping his ears peeled and his eyes wide open, and it's only a couple of steps further when he notices a small alley, more of an opening really, between two buildings.

Sehun peers tentatively around the corner, and it takes him a moment to adjust his eyes to the dim light. There's a person huddled against the wall of the building, soaked in the rain and shivering. He can't see the person's face because it's tucked into their knees, but the bony shoulders are shaking with the sound of sobbing, something he recognizes all too well.

Sehun glances back at his father who's still approaching at a snail's pace, between talking on the phone and skirting the puddles with his shoes. He looks back at the person in the alley, and sees that their feet are bare, toes curled in with the cold. He makes up his mind.

Slowly approaching the stranger, he reaches out a small hand to gently brush a trembling knee. The person starts at the contact, lifting up wild eyes filled with fear. It's a man. But he's not as old as Dad.<\/em>

Sehun, small brow furrowed in concentration, looks deep into the young man's dark eyes. He's only a little boy, but he's begun to learn a little bit too much about sadness and despair in the last while. The look in the other's eyes is the look of the starving puppy that he saw in a box at the side of the road the last time the kindergarten went on a field trip to the playground, before it began to rain. The puppy had been gone the next time they'd gone past, and Miss Kang had said that someone kind had probably taken it home, because soft-hearted Zitao had been crying. But Sehun had seen her look away as she said it.

Sehun looks at the young man. He doesn't want him to go away, like mommy did. He sets his little jaw, mind made up.

He can hear the voice of his father, bidding the person on the other end of the phone call farewell, before looking around for his son.

\"Sehun? Where are you?\"

Sehun steps out of the small alley, and approaches his father you looks at him with a sigh of relief, bending down to poke him lightly on the nose.

\"You shouldn\u2019t run ahead like that,\" he admonishes him gently. \"I didn't know where you were.\"

Sehun has no intention of beating around the bush.

\"You remember, before Mommy went away?\" he says, and sees the dark cloud descending over his father's eyes again. Rushing on, he continues, \"Dad, you said that I could get a puppy, right?\"

\"Yes?\" His father only looks at him, bemused.

\"You promised,\" Sehun says firmly, his little chin steady.

Taking his father by the hand, he leads him around the corner to stand in front of the young man who, seeing the tall figure of his father, only cowers flatter against the wall.

\"I want this one,\" Sehun says. He stands strong, and he\u2019s holding his ground against his father's complete bewilderment, but his lower lip is beginning to tremble. He can see the coming refusal in his father's eyes.

\"But Sehun,\" his father begins, and that simple conjunction is enough for the small boy to burst into tears, clinging to his father's arm.

\"He's like the puppy - the puppy in the box that disappeared,\" Sehun manages to gasp out between sobs. \"I don't want him to go away like Mommy did.\"

His father bends down with a confused sigh to wrap the wailing boy in his arms. Just then, a streak of lightning illuminates the gloomy sky, and a loud crash of thunder sounds overhead.

The young man cowering in the rain gives a small frightened cry and buries his head in his arms, the water pooling in his mop of sandy curls now trickling down to join the puddle around his feet. Between tears, Sehun eyes his father hopefully. Dad looks like he's thinking.<\/em> Despite his sobs, the right side of the small boy's mouth lifts up into a tiny smile as he holds his breath.

Dad's shoulders stiffen for a moment before he sighs. Yes!<\/em> Sehun cranes his head around to see what his father will do. Dad clears his throat.

\"Excuse me,\" he says awkwardly. The young man freezes, and Sehun can see a scared eye peering from between wet curls.

\"Do you have a place to go?\" His father is still crouching on the ground, hugging the small boy, and his tall stature must be less intimidating because the young man raises his head, eyes hopeless and bloodshot.

Sehun can feel his father take in a sharp breath. He pats Dad comfortingly on the back.

\"Can he come home with us?\" he asks hopefully. Dad looks at him for a moment before sighing and turning his attention back to the young man, who looks bemused and lost at the sudden turn of events.

\"Would you like to come home with us?\" he says awkwardly, but his voice is warm. Sehun looks at the young man. His eyes dart back and forth, frightened, like he's trying to comprehend this strange situation, but the presence of a small child seems to reassure him. He's nodding his head timidly, hands on the pavement about to get up, when a sudden crack of lightning appears directly overhead with an accompanying explosion of thunder. He cries out in fear and falls over--right into Sehun's father's arms, head cradled in his chest as massive sobs wrack his gaunt frame.

Dad is confused but his parenting instincts take over and he enfolds the young man, along with Sehun, in a warm hug.






It had taken a while for the stranger in the alley to calm down enough so they could walk home, and even then, the young man's obvious uncertainty caused him to trail far behind Sehun and his father. After looking back from where he was splashing happily through puddles, swinging hands with his father, to see the young man almost half a block behind and limping because of his bare feet, Sehun got fed up and dragged his father back so that Sehun could hold the stranger's hand as well.

Now they're standing in the entrance, Dad looking uncertain and the young man looking scared and Sehun has had enough of adults. He leaves the two silly grown-ups looking like confused penguins and goes and hunts out a towel from Mommy's linen closet, taking it to the bathroom and turning on the water for the bathtub before rejoining them on small but determined legs.

\"You should take a bath,\" he says to the young man, taking him by the hand and leading him along to the bathroom. When the door is shut he turns to Dad who has followed aimlessly behind.

\"You can find him some clothes to wear and then we can make supper,\" the small boy orders his father, who looks amused but goes off to the bedroom to do what he has been asked to do.

By the time they're all sitting at the table, eating supper and listening to the rain which continues to fall overhead, Sehun has decided that he'll have to be in charge. He is kind of my job anyway, because I asked.<\/em>

\"What's your name?\" he asks politely, before sipping a spoonful of soup. The young man looks warily at Dad but seems to feel no immediate threat at least.

\"I'm\u2014I'm Jongin,\" he mumbles into his bowl.

\"I'm Sehun,\" the small boy says cheerfully. He looks at his father, who still doesn't seem to have grasped the situation. He\u2019s doing too much staring at the young man sitting at his table eating soup, and not enough eating of his own meal, spoon held forgotten in his limp grasp. Sehun frowns. Mommy doesn't approve of playing with food.<\/em>

\"And this is my Dad,\" he continues, giving his father a gentle but firm nudge with his foot. He jumps, giving Sehun a startled look, before dipping his spool quickly into the soup bowl.

\"I'm Yifan,\" his father says awkwardly, distractedly swirling his spoon through the hot broth. \"You can call me Kris though, if you want.\"

Jongin nods, flicking his eyes up to Dad's face before dropping them down to gaze into the depths of his food. Sehun is interested to notice that there's a faintly concerned expression in his eyes before they're obscured again by his tangled, but now clean and dry, mop of curly hair. I'll have to ask Zitao about it tomorrow. I hope he isn't still sick.<\/em>

Since Jongin is sleeping in his bed, Sehun curls happily into his father's arms that night and drifts off to sleep, the sound of the rain on the roof a soothing lullaby to sweeten his dreams.






It's dark. Sehun wakes up to the sound of crying over the continuously falling rain outside. His first instinct is to look at Dad, but one glance is enough to see that he's fast asleep and his cheeks are dry. Pushing aside his father's heavy arm, the small boy slips out of the warm embrace and tiptoes over to his old bedroom.

Jongin is twisted up in a tangle of sheets, one foot fallen out of bed to scrape the floor as he sobs bitterly into his pillow. Sehun watches him for a moment before padding over on silent slipper-clad feet to Mommy's linen closet to pull out her special crocheted afghan, the one that she used to wrap him up in when he had a nightmare, singing lullabies and rocking him to sleep. That was before she went away. Now the afghan has been sitting, folded up in her linen closet, and Sehun thinks it's time to use it again.

Arms full of soft wool, the small boy approaches the weeping man and gently wraps the afghan around him as best he can. As soon as Sehun's small arms make contact with Jongin's shaking frame the young man freezes, but as small hands continue to gently tuck the crocheted blanket around him, he turns his head, blinking back tears, to look at the young child. Sehun can see the hurt in Jongin's eyes, the vulnerability, and he answers his unspoken question.

\"You're safe here,\" Sehun whispers, and reaches over to give the sad and broken man a big hug. Jongin cries into his chest while Sehun pats his back soothingly over the thick layer of wool.






Breakfast is a little awkward but Sehun is just happy that, for once, Dad doesn't seem to have cried all night. He gets a cereal bowl out for Jongin and kindly pours the milk into the cornflakes for him, since the young man is sitting at the table looking a little awkward and out of place as he watches Sehun rush around the kitchen. He looks like he wants to help.

Dad isn't doing much better, distractedly wandering around the kitchen, picking things up and then placing them down again, even though Sehun has already made the sandwiches for their lunches and everything is ready to go. At least Jongin is sitting properly at the table<\/em>, though he\u2019s not eating.

\"Sit down, Dad,\" Sehun says, tugging at his father\u2019s sleeve and steering him into a seat. When they\u2019re all sitting, Jongin gives Sehun a small smile as he scoops cereal onto his spoon and takes a bite. Sehun smiles back, and scoops a spoon of his own cereal. He misses his mouth, just a little, and mops the milk off his chin with his sleeve. He giggles, and Jongin\u2019s smile gets bigger.

It feels like a prize; Sehun feels so happy this morning, somehow, kicking his heels against the rungs of the chair. There are three people sitting at the table instead of two.

Jongin sets down his spoon, the metal making a faint \u2018ding\u2019 when it hits the porcelain. \"Can I borrow your phone?\" he asks. He sounds hesitant again, biting his lip.

\"Yup!\" Sehun is quick to agree, bouncing out of his seat to fetch the phone from the cradle on the counter. Jongin pats him on the head when he hands it to him, and Sehun wonders who Jongin is calling, but he knows better than to ask. Mommy always told him it was important to respect other people\u2019s privacy.

\"Hi, Chanyeol?\" Jongin says, when the line connects. He\u2019s still sitting at the table, turned away towards the hall; Sehun busies himself with scooping out the last of the milk from the bow and tries not to listen, but it\u2019s hard.

\"Can I\u2014Can I come over?\" Jongin asks, and his voice cracks; Sehun reaches over the table to slip his small hand into Jongin\u2019s on reflex, just like he would for his Dad.

Jongin blinks, surprised, but after a moment his fingers squeeze Sehun\u2019s gently before loosening to a warm handhold. Sehun wonders where Jongin used to live.

The phone call ends; Sehun\u2019s bowl is empty. He looks over at Dad, but Dad is staring at his cereal bowl, only half finished. \"You didn\u2019t eat your cereal,\" Sehun says, trying not to frown as he takes the bowls and sets them in the sink.

\"I\u2019m going to my friend\u2019s then,\" Jongin says when Sehun turns back, the bowls soaking. \"Thank you for. . .everything,\" he finishes, voice getting smaller as he tucks his hands into his pockets. Sehun stands there, hands still wet from the sink, and feels a swelling sadness in his chest; he blinks because he doesn\u2019t want to cry first thing in the morning, when nothing\u2019s really wrong.

\"I\u2019m glad you came home with us,\" Sehun says, looking up at his Dad who\u2019s looking at the chair where Jongin was sitting.

\"Thank you,\" his Dad says, and smiles at Jongin too. Sehun can tell he means it.

\"I\u2019ll leave my number with you?\" Jongin says, pulling his hands out of his pockets as he searches for a pen and paper. Sehun gets the notepad from the counter, and Jongin writes very carefully,

Jongin
\u25a0\u25a0\u25a0-\u25a0\u25a0\u25a0-\u25a0\u25a0\u25a0\u25a0<\/em><\/font><\/center>

He copies it down once and hands one to each of them. Sehun looks at his Dad, who nods, it\u2019s okay<\/em>, before he slips the number into his pocket.

Then Dad glances at the clock; Sehun realizes that they\u2019re late and it\u2019s a scramble for boots and raincoats and lunch but Sehun still makes sure to give Jongin a hug before he says good bye.

\"See you soon?\" he asks, and Jongin hesitates but then he nods, a smile on his face.






Zitao is back at kindergarten. Sehun spots him from the door and almost forgets to take off his boots, getting his hands wet as he tugs them off so he can run over and give Zitao a huge hug.

\"Are you feeling better today?\" Sehun asks, and Zitao nods.

\"Lots and lots!\" he says, grinning. \"Guess what?\"

\"What?\" Sehun asks, catching his friend\u2019s excitement as they walk hand in hand toward the story corner with the comfy cushions.

\"My Mom got me a puppy!\" Zitao says, and Sehun squeaks.

\"Is it cute?\" he asks, and then snuggles into Zitao as Zitao pulls out an instax to show him. His puppy is soft and fluffy white and yesterday Sehun would have been jealous but today he\u2019s just thinking about Jongin.

\"I got a pet too,\" he says suddenly, because he wants to tell someone about it. Zitao looks at him curiously.

\"I thought\u2014,\" he begins, brow furrowing, but Sehun just keeps talking.

\"Well,\" he admits, \"It\u2019s not a dog, really?\" Zitao looks confused. \"It\u2019s a person and his name is Jongin.\"

\"You got a human dog?\" Zitao\u2019s voice is too loud; Sehun pressed his hand over his mouth.

\"No!\" he says, laughing. \"We found him in the rain and Dad said we could take him home.\"

\"That\u2019s kind of strange though,\" Zitao says, after Sehun pulls his hand away. \"What kind of person? Is it like the people who sleep under the bridge?\"

Sehun thinks about Jongin, and then he thinks about the people who sleep under the bridge and on the subway benches.

\"No,\" he says, tipping his head to one side as he thinks, \"Jongin isn\u2019t old and he has wavy hair like a puppy. He\u2019s kind of cute and he has a nice hug.\"

\"I think I want one,\" Zitao says, looking thoughtful.

\"He went away this morning though,\" Sehun says, and he feels sad again, squishing more into Zitao\u2019s side as he breathes in the comforting smell. \"I wonder what happened to him.\"

\"That\u2019s sad,\" Zitao says, looking at the instax of his puppy. \"Candy better not go anywhere!\" He purses his lips in resolve.

\"He was crying last night,\" Sehun says absently, watching as the other kids run around in the playroom.

\"Candy cried last night,\" Zitao offers, but Sehun shakes his head.

\"I think it\u2019s different,\" he says.






The rain is pouring outside the windows as Sehun waits for Dad to come pick him up. He\u2019s already waved goodbye to Zitao, bouncing along beside his mother and asking about Candy and what they were going to eat for supper. Sehun thinks about the dishes in the sink at home, and waits for Dad to come.

But it keeps getting darker outside and he remembers the other time when Dad didn\u2019t come home. Did he get sick again?<\/em> Sehun wonders, tangling his fingers together in his pockets as he sits and worries.

Miss Kang comes out with a juice box, apple this time, but Sehun doesn\u2019t want any, standing in the shoe area with his boots on, hands deep in the pockets of his raincoat. He remembers the phantom taste of the orange juice from last time, the taste sour on his tongue. Is Mr. Byun going to pick me up?<\/em> he wonders.

Sehun glances towards Miss Kang, who smiles at him, but he can see the lines around her eyes. She\u2019s tired, and wants to go home. Sehun feels, suddenly, like a problem.

Everybody\u2019s problem. His eyes are wet and he gulps, swallowing as he reaches up to mop his face with the cold sleeve of his rain coat. Sehun\u2019s just beginning to pull off the sleeve when he hears splashing outside the door, he looks up expecting to see Mr. Byun or maybe no,<\/em> he tells himself firmly, don\u2019t hope<\/em>, Dad\u2014

\"Jongin?\" he says in surprise, blinking the wet out of his eyes. He can hear the kindergarten teacher walking up from behind him, and wonders what\u2019s happening.

\"Hi Sehun,\" Jongin says; his smile is shy but Sehun is just so happy to see him that he doesn\u2019t hesitate, throwing himself at Jongin for a hug, Jongin who kneels down to give him a hug even though Jongin\u2019s jacket is wet and Miss Kang beside him is making confused sounds.

\"You came back!\" Sehun says, nuzzling into Jongin\u2019s neck even though his skin is cold. Jongin\u2019s arms around him are warm and they shouldn\u2019t feel familiar but they are.

\"I came back,\" Jongin says, giving Sehun a gentle squeeze before he pulls away and straightens. He gives the kindergarten teacher an apologetic look and pulls a cellphone from his pocket, dialing a number and handing it to her. Sehun doesn\u2019t care.

\"Is everything okay?\" he asks, the happy surprise of seeing Jongin again so soon quickly tempered by worry. \"Where\u2019s Dad?\"

Miss Kang is talking to someone on the phone but Sehun can\u2019t tell who it is. Jongin turns away from the worker to crouch down at eye level.

\"Hi Sehun!\" he says. \"How was your day?\" Sehun feels a smile spreading across his face, despite the fact that Dad isn\u2019t here. Jongin\u2019s smile feels like everything is going to be okay.

\"Zitao wasn\u2019t sick today and he got a puppy!\" he says, waving his hands happily as he thinks about Zitao\u2019s excited face.

\"That\u2019s really nice!\" Jongin says, reaching over to ruffle Sehun\u2019s hair. Miss Kang hands his phone back, and Jongin tucks it into his pocket, standing as his hand slips to enfold Sehun\u2019s smaller one.

\"Where\u2019s Dad?\" Sehun asks again, though he\u2019s not feeling as worried now because Jongin is smiling and Miss Kang is smiling at Jongin and it feels like a good day, even if it\u2019s still raining and Dad isn\u2019t here to smile and pick him up.

\"Your Dad said that I could pick you up today,\" Jongin explains, \"He called me and we planned it for a nice surprise since we had to say goodbye so quickly this morning.\" Sehun thinks for a bit and then nods. That makes sense.<\/em>

\"So what\u2019s next?\" Sehun asks as Jongin grabs his umbrella, unfurling it at the door. \"What\u2019s the next part of the surprise.\"

Jongin checks to make sure that Sehun\u2019s hood is pulled up before swinging the umbrella over the both of them, still holding hands as they venture out into the rainy dusk.

\"Now we\u2019ll go home and make supper for your Dad,\" Jongin says. Sehun swerves to splash in a puddle, and laughs when the water splats everywhere. \"Does that sound like fun?\"

\"Can we make cr\u00eapes?\" Sehun asks, and Jongin gives him a high five.

\"You read my mind,\" he says. Sehun looks at him and feels happy.






When they get home Jongin keys in the code for the door, barely letting it swing open before Sehun rushes in, kicking off his boots and flinging off his raincoat in excitement, though he doubles back to hang up his raincoat on the hook and set his boots neatly side by side so no one trips, just like Mommy always asked him to.

\"You can hang your coat up on that hook,\" he tells Jongin, and then hands him an extra pair of slippers before heading to the kitchen.

Sehun likes making cr\u00eapes, but Dad is usually too tired to wait while all the cr\u00eapes cook so they haven\u2019t had them in a while. Jongin laughs when Sehun misses flipping a cr\u00eape because the pan is still a little too heavy for him, so Sehun assigns him to flipping duty while he whisks the lumps out of the batter and sets the table in between.

\"What do you usually eat with cr\u00eapes?\" Jongin asks, giving the cr\u00eape a professional flip as Sehun applauds from the table.

\"Ice cream and strawberries!\" Sehun exclaims, clapping his hands, before he sighs. \"But that\u2019s not very healthy.\"

\"Well,\" Jongin says, and Sehun watches him with bated breath because Jongin looks like he might be about to\u2014\"Today is a surprise so I think ice cream and strawberries are okay for surprises.\"

Sehun can\u2019t help it, he jumps around in excitement and it\u2019s only a fleeting thought but for a moment he thinks, it\u2019s like before Mommy died<\/em>, because Jongin isn\u2019t Mommy and Dad is still sad. He feels a frown hovering at the edges of his mouth, but just then Jongin asks him to look if there are any strawberries in the fridge and he mind fills with cr\u00eapes and ice cream and strawberries again.






The keypad on the door beeps as Jongin is flipping the last cr\u00eape, and Sehun peers around the corner to see Mr. Byun and Dad appear in the door. Mr. Byun waves, holding out a box and Sehun goes over to take it as he carefully examines his Dad\u2019s appearance.

\"Hi Mr. Byun,\" he says, \"Hi Dad!\" There\u2019s a box in Sehun\u2019s arms but Dad reaches over to give him a hug anyway and his hands that are usually so cold feel a little bit warmer today.

\"Zishan made brownies,\" Mr. Byun says, gesturing towards the box, \"so she wanted me to bring some for dessert. Sehun beams, because Mr. Byun\u2019s wife makes the bestest brownies ever.

\"Please say thank you to Ms. Yang,\" he says politely, bowing his head slightly before he takes the box back to the kitchen where Jongin has just set the platter of cr\u00eapes on the table.

\"Ms. Yang sent brownies!\" Jongin looks almost as excited as Sehun feels and Sehun just looks at him and. . .he wants to keep him.

Dad steps into the kitchen and Sehun runs over to get his hello hug, now that his hands are brownie-free.

\"Thank you for the surprise!\" he says, and Dad smiles back, pressing a kiss to Sehun\u2019s head. \"It was a nice surprise, wasn\u2019t it?\" he says, glancing over Sehun\u2019s head. Sehun nuzzles into his father\u2019s sweater and just breathes. It smells like home.






They all sit around the table and eat cr\u00eapes, and every once in a while, Dad looks over at Sehun and Sehun smiles at him and Dad smiles back and it\u2019s perfect. And then the other times, Sehun looks over to see Jongin smiling at him and he takes a bite of cr\u00eape and ice cream, and gives him the thumbs up. Mr. Byun laughs when he sees the ice cream and cr\u00eapes and Sehun is glad they made extra because he doesn\u2019t think he\u2019s ever seen anyone who could fit as much into their mouth as Mr. Byun can. It\u2019s almost like a cartoon.

When they\u2019re done eating, Sehun stands up to start clearing the table, but Mr. Byun coughs and Dad reaches over to lay his arm on Sehun\u2019s shoulder. \"Do you want to go take your bath now?\" he asks. \"It\u2019s late because of the surprise and you have kindergarten tomorrow too.\"

\"But what about the dishes?\" Sehun asks, looking at the dirty plates on the table, the forks and knives shining in the glow from the overhead light.

\"I\u2019m a very good dish washer,\" Jongin says, so Sehun nods, pushing his chair in and leaving his dishes on the table.

\"Can I use the bubble bath?\" he asks, standing just in the hallway.

\"Only a cap full, remember? Dad says, and Sehun nods, skipping down the hall to the bathroom. The bubble bath smells like peaches and it\u2019s his favourite.






When Sehun\u2019s done with his bath, the bathtub rinses. He has his pajamas on and the towel neatly in the hamper. He\u2019s feeling pretty tired, but rubs his eyes and crawls into Dad\u2019s lap, as Dad wraps his arms around him and Sehun leans back and snuggles. Jongin smiles at him across the table, and Mr. Byun leans forward and folds his hands.

\"Sehun,\" he begins, and Sehun nods his head to show he\u2019s listening, \"your Dad is going to be having some appointments every week in the evening but Jongin can pick you up from kindergarten and come home with you until your Dad comes home. Is that okay?\" Mr. Byun looks at him across the table. Sehun can feel his Dad stiffening slightly, like he\u2019s worried Sehun will say no, but Sehun doesn\u2019t want to say no at all. He does asks the important question he\u2019s been worrying just a little about.

\"Is Dad sick?\" he asks. Mr. Byun tips his head, as though he\u2019s trying to think of how to explain, but Dad answers first.

\"I\u2019m not sick,\" he says, running his fingers soothingly along Sehun\u2019s arms, \"I\u2019m just a little sad so I\u2019m going to talk to someone so that I don\u2019t feel as sad anymore.\"

\"Are you sad because of me?\" Sehun asks, biting his lip, but his father shakes his head; Sehun can\u2019t see it but he can feel the motion.

\"No,\" Dad says reassuringly, \"you make me very happy.\" He presses a kiss to to the top of Sehun\u2019s head and Sehun wraps his father\u2019s arms around him in a hug.

\"Okay then,\" he says, tilting his head up to look at his Dad; Dad smiles down at him. \"Thank you,\" Sehun says, \"I\u2019m glad I won\u2019t feel so sad anymore.\" He thinks about last night, and how it was the first time in a long time that his Dad hadn't cried in the dark. \"Thank you,\" Sehun says, tilting his head back down to look at Jongin, who\u2019s watching him with a small smile on his face, chin tucked in his hands. \"This is like the best surprise!\"

He laughs, and Jongin laughs, and then Mr. Byun laughs and his laughter makes Dad laugh too and Sehun feels so happy.






Jongin comes and picks Sehun up twice a week from kindergarten after that; Miss Kang and the other kindergarten workers all smile at
Jongin, and Sehun looks forward to seeing him just as much as he looks forward to seeing Dad.

Jongin always asks him about his day, waves to Zitao who thinks Jongin is just about the coolest person on earth, and then they\u2019ll maybe stop by the library or the grocery store before they go home and make supper. Sometimes they\u2019ll even go to the florist shop, not to buy anything, but just to look at the flowers. Jongin likes the irises best, and the tiger lilies. Sehun isn't sure what his favourite is, maybe he doesn't have one.

\"I just like flowers,\" he explains to Jongin seriously, and Jongin nods.

\"That makes sense.\"

Sehun smiles up at him and they swing their arms back and forth, hands in the warmth of each other's grasp.

Jongin is really good at cooking, and once Sehun shows him where everything is, he starts to teach Sehun new things so that Sehun can show Dad how to cook on the days when Dad picks him up.

\"Who taught you how to cook?\" Sehun asks one time, when he\u2019s stirring the cream sauce as Jongin chops up parsley. He\u2019s wondering if Jongin used to cook with his mother or father too, like Sehun. But he\u2019s surprised when Jongin\u2019s smile droops, and he closes his eyes for a second.

\"I\u2019m sorry,\" Sehun says hurriedly, letting the spoon drop as he rushes over to give Jongin a hug. He remembers how Jongin had cried, the first night, and how Sehun had wrapped him up in Mommy\u2019s afghan. He holds Jongin for a while, until Jongin gently pushes him away.

\"We need to be careful or the sauce will stick and burn,\" he explains, and Sehun thinks that maybe Jongin just can\u2019t talk about it.

It\u2019s only later, when they\u2019re setting the table, that Jongin pauses, opening his mouth. The words look like he\u2019s coughing them out. \"It was someone I used to love,\" he says quietly, and shrugs. Sehun reaches over to squeeze Jongin\u2019s hand, and Jongin smiles at him. It\u2019s just a small smile, but it feels okay.






Once in a while, when Dad comes home late, Jongin stays over, sleeping in Sehun\u2019s room and Sehun goes to sleep with Dad, and those are Sehun\u2019s favourite mornings, waking up to Jongin bustling around the kitchen he\u2019s so familiar with, as Dad yawns and sighs and Sehun has fun tickling him awake.

Jongin starts to bring along a few extra clothes so that he can change into them, and Sehun makes an extra space in his closet, putting some of Mom\u2019s stuff away in boxes.

He always wants to ask why Jongin can\u2019t just stay with them, why can\u2019t he just have Sehun\u2019s room and Sehun can sleep with Dad and it would be perfect, but he doesn\u2019t want to hear why it can\u2019t work, so he doesn\u2019t ask.

\"How\u2019s your dad doing lately?\" Jongin asks, handing Sehun vegetables to put away in the crisper.

\"He smiles more,\" Sehun says, putting the milk away on the shelf. \"And he started putting some of Mommy\u2019s clothes into a box.\" He feels sad, putting her things away, but they\u2019re just things. The important ones, like the afghan, are there for keeps.

\"And how are you?\" Jongin asks. Sehun just sticks out his tongue and jumps on Jongin\u2019s shoulders, demanding a piggy back ride around the house until Jongin is out of breath and Sehun\u2019s chest hurts from laughing.

\"Where do you live?\" he asks Jongin, later when they have their breath back, standing by the counter as Jongin chops onions and Sehun presses garlic through the garlic press.

\"I stay with two of my friends in their apartment,\" Jongin says, scooping the onions up with the knife and letting them cascade down over the oil in the pan as it sizzles. It sounds yummy already, and Sehun can hear his tummy rumble.

\"Isn\u2019t that squishy?\" he asks, wrinkling his forehead in concern as he hands Jongin the pressed garlic.

\"We make it work,\" Jongin says, adding the garlic to the pan and turning down the flame. Sehun thinks about all the extra space in their house and frowns. He wants Jongin to stay but he doesn\u2019t know how to ask.






They have to draw a picture of their family in kindergarten; Sehun chooses his colours carefully, drawing the outlines first and then colouring them in with crayon.

Dad, Mommy, Jongin and me.<\/em>

He\u2019s too excited to tuck it away in his backpack, impatient to show it to Jongin as soon as he comes through the door. It\u2019s not raining today, Sehun notices absently, and Jongin isn\u2019t carrying an umbrella.

\"Look what I drew!\" Sehun exclaims, and holds the brightly coloured drawing up so Jongin can see it. He\u2019s surprised when Jongin takes a deep shuddering breath, blinking as his tears look suspiciously wet.

\"You don\u2019t like it?\" Sehun asks quietly, ready to take the paper back and throw it away, he\u2019s so disappointed because he thought\u2014

\"It\u2019s perfect,\" Jongin says, and his eyes are wet but when he smiles at Sehun and bends down to pick him up in a huge hug, Sehun wraps his arms around Jongin and holds on tightly.

He\u2019s just as excited to show Dad when he hears the sound of the keypad at the door, taking the picture off the fridge and running to the door, the paper flapping in his hands.

\"Look Dad!\" he says excitedly. \"I drew our family in kindergarten today!\" His father reaches for the picture as he slips out of his shoes and into his slippers, and Sehun watches as he swallows, eyes misting over before he reaches over to enfold Sehun in a hug.

\"This is our family, isn\u2019t it,\" he murmurs into Sehun\u2019s hair, and Sehun nods enthusiastically, picture held safely in his grasp as Dad carries him on his hip down the hall to the kitchen. The food is waiting on the table and Jongin is just drying his hands on the towel.

\"Sehun and I made pizza,\" Jongin says, smiling as they all slip into their seats and Jongin reaches over to start cutting the pizza.

\"Jongin says next time he stays over for night we can make bread!\" Sehun adds excitedly, and reaches for the first piece.






His picture of their family is hanging on the fridge; Sehun sits back on his chair, knees pulled up to his chin and smiles.

\"I was thinking,\" Dad begins, leaning forward a little in his chair as he looks at Sehun and then at Jongin, \"Jongin, I know you\u2019re staying with your friends, but it sounds pretty tight and Sehun and I have a lot of space here\u2014\"


He pauses, and Sehun holds his breath, fingers knotting in the fabric of his shirt. Please ask<\/em>, he thinks, please ask<\/em>. He can feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest; he glances over at Jongin who has a blank expression on his face, as though he\u2019s trying to hide his emotions.

\"You have a lot of things here already and Sehun\u2019s room is almost your room,\" Dad says in a rush, like he\u2019s been thinking about it for a long time and he\u2019s afraid if he doesn\u2019t say it all at once, it\u2019ll get stuck in his chest. Sehun knows how that feels, because it happens to him too sometimes.

\"Do you want to move in with us?\" Dad finally asks, and now that the question\u2019s been asked, Sehun chimes along.

\"Please,\" he says, looking at Jongin beseechingly. \"Please stay with us.\" He tries not to but he can\u2019t help it, climbing off his chair to round the table and press his face into Jongin\u2019s shoulder as he wraps his arms around his neck. Jongin feels stiff at first, but his muscles gradually loosen and he breathes out quietly.

\"Are you sure?\" he asks. \"Are you sure you want me to stay?\"

\"Yes,\" Dad and Sehun say at the same time, Dad\u2019s voice firm and Sehun talking into Jongin\u2019s shirt.

\"Don\u2019t say no,\" Sehun adds, waiting for Jongin\u2019s answer.

\"Yes,\" Jongin says quietly, and wraps his arms around Sehun, returning the hug. \"I\u2019ll stay.\"

Sehun feels tears bud in his eyes and he wipes them on Jongin\u2019s shirt before pulling back just enough so he can see Jongin\u2019s face. Jongin\u2019s eyes are wet too, and Sehun wipes them away with his small fingers.

\"Thank you,\" Sehun says, and gives Jongin another hug.






After the dishes are washed, the food put away, and Sehun has had his bath, they sit around the kitchen table with the hot cocoa Jongin has made, the kind with the mini marshmallows on top that are Sehun\u2019s favourite, and start putting a puzzle together.

Mommy always liked puzzles, and this one was her favourite. It\u2019s ten thousand pieces, all in strange shapes, and it\u2019s not the kind of puzzle that you can finish in one day. Sehun and his father haven\u2019t put together a puzzle since the last one the three of them did together, but now Jongin is here and Sehun knows they\u2019ll have so many more days to finish the puzzle together.

\"I need a red piece with a green bit,\" Dad says; Sehun looks at his pieces but he can\u2019t spot the right one\u2014

\"Found it!\" Jongin calls, his voice coloured with excitement, and passes the piece over where it fits into the empty spot perfectly.

They all applaud, laughing, before they start again. Sehun glances out the kitchen window; it\u2019s dark outside, the sun almost set so that the sky's a deep rusty orange fading to blue. There aren\u2019t any clouds; the rainy season is over now and the leaves on the tree outside the window shine in the light of the streetlamp, barely moving.

Sehun turns back to the table and looks at Dad laughing, the light of the lamp gold on his face, Jongin taking a sip of hot chocolate as he examines the pieces; this is his family. He smiles, the happiness warm in his chest as he starts searching for another colour.







End Note<\/b>: This story was briefly inspired by the film Be with You<\/a>.
Due to the nature of the narration of this story, I wasn\u2019t able to dig more deeply into Jongin\u2019s past in particular, which I apologize for. When I crosspost this, I'll be incorporating this into a small series where I\u2019ll include small stories from Yifan and maybe Jongin\u2019s points of view.<\/small><\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19354.html?view=comments#comments","category":["day 14","*fanfiction","ship: sehun\/yifan","rating: pg"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19170.html","pubDate":"Sat, 21 Nov 2015 23:05:32 GMT","title":"DAY FOURTEEN \u2605 work me up","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19170.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>torontok<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 36 College!au where class president Yifan's dating basketball captain Minseok after years and years of crushing on him and he doesn't want to disappoint him by telling him he's a virgin.
Title:<\/b> Work me up
Ship:<\/b> Xiumin\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Word count:<\/b> 4,000 words
Summary:<\/b> College!au where class president Yifan's dating basketball captain Minseok after years and years of crushing on him and he doesn't want to disappoint him by telling him he's a virgin.
Notes:<\/b> This was uniforms rush job and I'm really sorry to Kris, he deserved a better fic than this




***
<\/center>

Puberty is generally an awkward time for most children. For Yifan it was excruciating.

He\u2019d been the first omega to be born into his family in almost four generations and a small panic had ensued as his parents and relatives tried to figure out how exactly to raise an omega teenager. A solution had emerged in the form of Great-Grandmother Wu, an ancient relic who lived on the outskirts of Guangzhou and who Yifan had only briefly glimpsed at family reunions.Every weekend his mother would drive him to the train stations, ignoring his protests and he\u2019d be shipped off to spend time \u2018learning\u2019 from the old woman.

Learning really entailed doing chores around Great-Grandma Wu\u2019s tiny house, shouting to be heard over the constant chiming of the dozens of cuckoo clocks she had decorated in every room, all of which seemed to be programmed to go off one after the other. Sure it wasn\u2019t all that bad. She would let him order in every night and he never had to argue over what to watch on tv.And to give her credit, she did teach him about being an omega. Everything from how to handle his heats (\u201cEat lots of radish\u201d) to how to fend off unwanted attention from alphas. (\u201cKick em in the stones\u201d). Perhaps she\u2019d gone a bit too advanced since Yifan is pretty sure her graphic descriptions of knotting are what left him scarred for life and perma afraid of sex. It\u2019s probably why he\u2019s 22 and still a virgin.

Okay, so maybe he\u2019s exaggerating a little. He\u2019s had his share of fun, make outs and hands down pants.But despite the countless offers, he\u2019s always shied away from taking things further. He wants his first time to be special, with someone he loves. Getting fucked in a toilet stall by some guy he\u2019d met hours earlier holds no appeal for him, although far be it for him to judge anyone who does enjoy it. College may be about no-strings-attached flings but Yifan\u2019s never been good at that.

Things have changed now, he muses, as he stares down at the contents of the red pouch strewn across his bed spread. Various kinds of condoms, mini bottles of lube and oddly enough, a pack of Ferrero Rocher. Yifan isn\u2019t exactly sure what purpose the last one is supposed to serve but Tao had insisted. The pouch had been a gift from him and Amber the day after he\u2019d told them he wanted to sleep with Minseok, the colour a snide reference to his \u2018still intact cherry.\u201d (Tao had earned himself a punch for that one.) He\u2019s been trying to figure out exactly the right time to use these supplies but each time he\u2019s chickened out. Well, not anymore.

Minseok has been his longest relationship so far and after months of dating, Yifan feels like he\u2019s finally ready to take it to the next step. The problem is, he\u2019s not exactly sure about how exactly to get to the next step. There\u2019s also the minor issue that he hasn\u2019t exactly told Minseok he\u2019s a virgin.


***
<\/center>

Amber is about five seconds away from dumping the remain of her half eaten burrito down his shirt, her hand thunking him on the back repeatedly. \u201cKris, stop being such a loser and just go say hi to him.\u201d

Kris tries to bat her hands away, hunching down lower from behind the bleachers. \u201cShut up, they\u2019re going to hear us.\u201d On the field the players are finishing their cool down stretches, the coach\u2019s whistle indicating they should all huddle. His eyes seek out a familiar head of auburn hair, a jersey with a bright red 99 on the back. Minseok\u2019s not the tallest figure on the field but it\u2019s easy to spot him regardless, the other players naturally forming a semi-circle by him as he talks and Yifan sighs wistfully. Amber is making retching noises behind him but he tunes her out as he watches the players make their way off the field, narrowing his eyes when he sees that the team's striker- the Chinese exchange student, Luhan- has somehow managed to worm an arm around Minseok's waist, hand a little too comfortable on his waist and Yifan wants to hit him. \u201cLook at him he.\u201d he grumbles

\u201cCan\u2019t blame him considering Minseok\u2019s actual <\/i> boyfriend would rather play stalker than go talk to him. \u201c Amber tugs him to his feet. \u201cLet\u2019s get a move on, they\u2019re heading this way.\u201d

Yifan really should know better by now than to trust Amber but he still isn\u2019t expecting it when she pushes him, right as Luhan and Minseok climb the steps. There\u2019s no way for them to miss him as he stumbles, contents of his backpack flying as he lands on his hands and knees. Amber rushes up behind him, hand clasped over her mouth in exaggerated shock. \u201cOh my god Kris, are you okay? Did you trip over that soda can? I swear, people these days have no idea how harmful litter can be.\u201d Yifan glares up at her from his position on the floor, wanting nothing more than to lob his calculator at her. Then there\u2019s hands under his arms, someone lifting him up and he follows suit. Minseok may be a head shorter than him but he\u2019s got a surprisingly strong grip, supporting his weight with ease. He turns Yifan around to face him, dusting off his shirt for him. \u201cYou okay?\u201d He asks, concern evident and Yifan nods, trying to keep the giddy smile off his face as Minseok checks his palms for injury, making a disapproving noise under his breath when he sees the scrape. \u201cWe should get that cleaned up, c\u2019mon.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m fine, Minseok.\u201d He sees Minseok\u2019s teammates give him knowing smirks as they walk past and blushes, trying to extract his hand from the other\u2019s grip. Minseok just shakes his head, gripping tighter and pulling him along. \"No, I don't want you getting an infection.\" Amber pops up beside them, Yifan's now restocked backpack helpfully outstretched in her hands and Minseok slings it over his shoulder, continuing to ignore Yifan's protests as he drags him past a glowering Luhan into the team change room.

The space stinks of varying hormones, the almost chemically sharp smell of alpha hormones battling with the muskier beta ones and beneath it all, just the barest trace of sweet omega scent. He presses closer to Minseok as they pass through the changing area, Minseok's teammates all in various states of undress at the moment. One of the new kids on the team makes the mistake of wolf whistling at him as he passes by, only to cower under the force of Yifan's glare. \"Jesus.\" he hears him mutter as they round the corner. \"What kind of omega is that?\"

Minseok can tell he's irritated but doesn't push the matter. He isn't the kind of alpha who'll start brawls over someone smart-mouthing him and Yifan is normally glad of that but right now he wouldn't mind letting that freshman punk get a bit beat up. Minseok stops rummaging through the first aid kit to place a hand on his arm. \"Calm down, Fan.\"

And it's stuff like this that makes Yifan feel all fluttery inside as he cracks a smile, squirming away when Minseok tickles his sides teasingly. They've only been together for three months but they're already attuned to each other's emotions, can pinpoint what the other person is feeling through smell alone. Yifan knows couples who've been dating for years <\/i> and still haven't mastered that. Minseok is gentle as he cleans the scrape on his palm before patting a bandaid on. Yifan snorts as he inspects the wound. \"It really wasn't a big deal, Min. You're such a mom sometimes.\"

He gets a smirk in response, his boyfriend pushing the first aid kit off to the side as he comes to stand between Yifan\u2019s legs, hands finding purchase on his thighs as he reaches up for a kiss. Yifan\u2019s hand finds it\u2019s way to his side and he marvels, as always, at how narrow Minseok\u2019s waist is, even with all the working out he does. Minseok pulls away from the kiss and grins. \u201cAm I dumb for worrying? Or smarter than you give me credit for?\u201d He taps Yifan on the nose, leaning in to mouth along his jaw. \u201cListen.\u201d Yifan tries to follow along but the scrape of Minseok\u2019s teeth over a particularly sensitive spot by his ear. \u201cWe\u2019re alone.\u201d Minseok whispers and oh, now that he focuses, Yifan can\u2019t make out the sounds of lockers banging and people talking anymore. Minseok pulls away, small hand covering Yifan\u2019s. \u201cAnd I still need to get to cleaned up.\u201d The implication is clear.

The unevenly spaced tiles on the shower floor are doing a number on his knees but he ignores the ache in favor of gripping harder at Minseok\u2019s thighs, mesmerized at the shift and flex of his muscles as he thrusts into Yifan\u2019s mouth, hands tangled in his hair. Minseok isn\u2019t vocal by nature but he makes it a point to stutter out praise, knows how much Yifan loves it. He doubles up his efforts, his knees are seriously starting to protest now, and Minseok comes with a throaty groan, thrusts getting erratic as he rides it out. Yifan waits for him to pull away before spitting and gets to his feet with a pained groan,. Even in his post-orgasmic haze, Minseok hears and gives Yifan an apologetic smile, rubs at his knees soothingly. \u201cSorry, babe. You should have said something.\u201d

\u201cYou were enjoying yourself too much.\u201d His boyfriend doesn\u2019t argue, starts kissing his way down Yifan\u2019s chest and he lets out a soft whine, tugging Minseok back up. \u201cYou have a game tomorrow.\u201d

\u201cLater than.\u201d Minseok promises, pressing a kiss to his ear as his small fingers curl around Yifan\u2019s cock. \u201cI\u2019ll make it up to you.\u201d

The shower water is cold by the time they\u2019re both cleaned off, shivering as they make their way from the communal shower to the changing area. Minseok finds clean towels and tosses one over Yifan\u2019s head, chuckling at the yelp it elicits. They change in silence, occasionally pausing to locate various articles of clothing that had been hastily tossed away earlier. Yifan has just managed to wrestle himself back into his jeans when he hears Minseok call from behind him. \u201cFan, is this yours?\u201d

He swears his heart stops for a few beats when he sees that Minseok is holding up the red pouch, the one that is supposed to be safely stashed away at the bottom of his backpack. He strides over to snatch it out of his boyfriend\u2019s hand. \u201cNothing.\u201d he says, voice too high pitched to be anything other than suspicious as he shoves the pouch back in his bag, ignoring Minseok\u2019s raised eyebrow. His boyfriend doesn\u2019t pry, merely slings both their bags over his shoulder, free hand linking with Yifan\u2019s. \u201cSo tomorrow after the game, I come to your place?\u201d

\u201cYeah. We can celebrate your bronze medal together.\u201d Minseok snorts but presses a kiss to the back of his hand anyways. Yifan knows how much tomorrow\u2019s game means to him. Minseok has captained their small university team to their best performance in history and although they\u2019d missed out on the finals by a small margin, the third place game is still something they\u2019re taking seriously. Minseok looks a bit more relaxed now as he walks Yifan to the bus stop, giving him one last kiss as the bus pulls up. \u201cI\u2019ll see you tomorrow, then.\u201d

Yifan waves from the window, smiling dopily until Minseok is out of sight. Then he exhales shakily, feeling nervous all over again. This is it. Tomorrow Yifan will finally have sex. With Minseok. He\u2019s ready for this. He really is.


***
<\/center>

He\u2019s not ready.

It's the first thought he has when he wakes up, almost three hours before his alarm before his alarm is set to go off. He tosses and turns for a while, trying desperately to get back to sleep but it feels like the red pouch is mocking him from it\u2019s perch on the dresser. Eventually he concedes defeat and kicks away the sheets to head for the shower.

Despit how early it is, all his housemates are awake, crowded around their rickety old dining table as they eat. Amber is making tiny pigtails in a still half asleep Yixing\u2019s hair while Jia snaps pictures from the side. Victoria is perched in Tao\u2019s lap, newspaper open in front of her as she feeds him. No one really knows what\u2019s going on between the two of them.Yifan had once answered a call on Tao\u2019s phone from \u2018Mama\u2019 only to have Victoria respond on the other end and that incident had cemented his desire never to learn more about their relationship. He takes a seat across from them and everyone turns to stare at him, even Yixing rouses briefly to give him a wave. He fidgets under their stares, wishing he\u2019d stayed in bed. \u201cWhat?\u201d

Amber pushes a bowl of cereal towards him, grin bright. \u201cEat up, Fanfan, today\u2019s the big day, isn\u2019t it.\u201d She ignores his mortified gasp, turning to address the rest of the room. \u201cFanfan\u2019s going to sleep with Minseok after the match today.\u201d

\u201cMake love.\u201d Yixing corrects and Amber waves him off. Tao snorts, perching his chin on Victoria\u2019s shoulder. \u201cIt\u2019s about time. I thought you two had signed some kind of purity pact or something.\u201d

\u201cHey, there\u2019s nothing wrong with wanting to wait.\u201d Yifan defends, earning himself a snort. Tao presses a kiss to Victoria\u2019s cheek, pouting when she continues to ignore him in favour of the stock market reports. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t wait, especially if I had Minseok. Not to mention when you have someone like Luhan gunning for your boyfriend too and if the rumors are to believed, he\u2019s one kinky motherfucker.\u201d

\u201cNo, that would be you.\u201d Yifan snaps back, stabbing at his cereal with more force than necessary. The last thing he needs right now is to be reminded of Minseok\u2019s very clingy ex. They\u2019d dated for a short time, long before Yifan and Minseok has met but it hasn\u2019t stopped people from associating them together. Yifan is well aware there\u2019s an entire segment of the soccer team\u2019s fanbase that is comprised of \u2018MinHan\u2019 shippers who hate his guts. He\u2019s ignored them for the most part. But now that he knows Luhan is apparently some kind of sexual dynamo, he feels the first flickers of insecurity begin to creep in. Tao is in the midst of a graphic recounting of the time he\u2019d come home to find Luhan and his roommate in a very compromising position (\u201cI had no idea legs could even be used like that\u201d) when Victoria looks up and hushes him with a look, before turning to face Yifan. \u201cDon\u2019t let these idiots scare you. You and Minseok love each other and that\u2019s what matters. He\u2019s a good alpha, he\u2019ll take care of you.\u201d She gives him a smile and Yifan feels slightly better. He pushes away his cereal bowl, chair screeching as he stands. \u201cI should go get ready for the game. Remember, you guys need to be gone tonight.\u201d Amber waves him off. \u201cYixing and I made plans, so we\u2019ll be out of your hair and I think Tao\u2019s staying at Vic\u2019s tonight.\u201d She reaches over to pat him on the shoulder. \u201cSeriously bro, relax. Just remember that we have your back.\u201d

Okay so maybe his roommates aren\u2019t that terrible. It\u2019s kind of weird to have a virginity cheering squad but he can\u2019t deny that it helps.


***
<\/center>

He doesn\u2019t get to see Minseok till the evening, his student council duties meaning he\u2019s running around like a headless chicken trying to get everything set up for the visiting team and barking orders to his terrified freshman minions. The game is almost over by the team he manages to squeeze his way through the crowded bleachers to take a seat besides Jongin. \u201cWhat\u2019s the score?\u201d

\u201cTied 1-1 right now.\u201d Jongin shoves another handful of nachos into his mouth and Kris grimaces when some of the cheese sticks to the boy\u2019s upper lip. \u201cI think Minseok\u2019s nervous. He doesn\u2019t want it to go to penalties.\u201d

If Kris squints, he can make out Minseok weaving his way through assembled players, a fiery auburn streak that yells instructions as he passes the ball to Luhan. Another player intercepts and the referee blows the whistle when it goes offside. Yifan can feel it, the sharp bite of Minseok\u2019s frustration from all the way across the field as he yells at his players to get into position. There\u2019s not much time left on the clock and if they want to score, it\u2019ll have to be now.

Kris\u2019 nails leave red half moons in the skin of his palms as he watches the players run, the team scrambling to block their opponents. Jackson gains possession and sets off towards their goal, the crowd roaring behind him. Minseok runs to his right, shouting for Jackson to pass and he does, barely slipping it past the opposing team\u2019s defender. Minseok manages to get to it first and dribbles past another defender. There\u2019s a split second where Yifan can feel him hesitating on whether or not to shoot and then he passes towards Luhan instead. And in perfect synchronization, Luhan receives the pass, kicking it past the goalie into the side of the net.

The roar of the crowd fades away into the background as Yifan watched Minseok run to Luhan, tackling him in a giant bear hug as the rest of the team rushes over to join in the celebration. The insecurity comes rushing back in when he sees Luhan hook an arm around Minseok\u2019s neck, tug him down to press a kiss to his cheek. Jongin is on his feet besides him, throwing leftover nachos in the air as he celebrates with the rest of the crowd but Yifan doesn\u2019t really feel like it anymore. Minseok is still surrounded by adoring teammates and Yifan cracks a smile as he watches them grab their captain and toss him in the air, ignoring his protests all the while. Jia, the the student council treasurer shows up to drag him away for the awards presentation. Yifan gets stuck with the dubious honour of holding the medals tray as their Dean passes them out. When it\u2019s Minseok\u2019s turn, he keeps his head down, not wanting to catch his eye but it\u2019s hard when Minseok is only a few cm away, smelling like adrenaline and euphoria. The ceremony drags on until the Dean finally thanks everyone for attending and Yifan can drop the tray on the grass and get ready to leave.

Minseok catches him as he\u2019s making his way to the edge of the field, arms wrapping around him in a squeezing hug and Yifan can\u2019t help but reciprocate. Minseok is still in his sweaty uniform, the fabric covered in dirt and grass stains but the jpy on his face overrides all that as he links hands with him. \u201cWe won!\u201d

Yifan laughs, swinging their arms a bit. \u201cI noticed. Congratulations, babe.\u201d Minseok\u2019s smile gets a little bit wider at the endearment and Yifan feels warmth bloom in his chest. Maybe this isn\u2019t so bad.

\u201cMinseok!\u201d The current bane of Yifan\u2019s existence jogs up to them, shirtless and holding a large bottle of champagne. Luhan ignores him in favour of addressing the alpha. \u201cThe after party\u2019s at Chanyeol\u2019s place, hurry and we\u2019ll catch a ride with Woohyun.\u201d

Minseok looks torn for a second and shakes his head, indicating his linked hand with Kris. \u201cI can\u2019t. Kris and I already made plans.\u201d Luhan finally acknowledges him, lip curling up into a smirk. \u2018Yifan can come along.\u201d

\u201cNot really my scene.\u201d Yifan mumbles, focusing on the toes of his shoes and he hears Luhan snort. He removes his hand from Minseok\u2019s grip. \u201cYou should go.\u201d he tells him. \u201cThe team will be expecting their captain to make an appearance.\u201d

Luhan wraps an arm around Minseok\u2019s waist. \u2018See? Even your boytoy agrees.\u201d The alpha\u2019s scowl causes him to falter and he steps away a little as Minseok turns back to face Kris. \u201cI\u2019ll be at your place in an hour, okay.\u201d

Yifan sulks on his walk back to his empty apartment, roommates having cleared out for the night as promised. The red pouch seems to be mocking him from it\u2019s position on his nightstand and he\u2019s filled with the overwhelming urge to throw it out the window. He settles instead for flopping on the bed, uncaring that he still has his coat on and that his sneakered feet are dangling over the edge. He lies like that, stewing in a weird mixture of resentment and loneliness until he hears the click of the front door opening, the shuffle of feet against the carpeted floor. \u2018Fan?\u201d he hears Minseok call but he doesn\u2019t respond.

If Minseok is surprised to find him in his current position when he opens the door, he doesn\u2019t let it show. Instead he kneels at the foot of the bed and unties Kris\u2019 shoes, tugging each one off and lining them up at the foot of the bed. It\u2019s a painfully tender gesture and it makes something in Yifan\u2019s chest seize as he feels the mattress dip behind him, an arm teasing it\u2019s way across his waist. \u201cYifan?\u201d The concern in Minseok\u2019s voice is now evident.

Yifan takes a deep breath before rolling over on his back to face him. \u2018Let\u2019s fuck.\u201d

He\u2019s definitely caught Minseok off guard now but he doesn\u2019t give himself time to register the surprise on his boyfriend\u2019s face. He seals their lips together, hands already making their way to the waistband of his uniform shorts and Minseok hesitantly starts to respond in kind. It\u2019s different from their regular touching, Yifan not giving himself time to enjoy any of it as he scrambles to get his own jeans and shirt off, reaching blindly towards the bedside table for the red pouch, He accidentally knocks it to the floor and pulls away from Minseok with a curse as he leans over to fish it out from under the bed. The grip on his arm stops him and he turns to face Minseok. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d

\u201cYifan.\u201d And oh <\/i>. In all their time dating, Minseok has never used any of his alpha glamour with Yifan, never having been one to push his weight around in a relationship. The look in Minseok\u2019s eyes is steely as he firms guides Yifan back onto the bed, turning so that he\u2019s facing him. \u2018What\u2019s wrong, Yifan?\u201d

\u201cNothing.\u201d Yifan insists, looking everywhere but at his boyfriend. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Minseok run a hand through his hair, annoyance evident. \u201cYifan, come on. There\u2019s obviously something going on, you\u2019ve been acting strange since I spoke to you after the match. And then this-\u201d he gestures between them. Yifan folds his arms across his chest, suddenly feeling very exposed. \u201cDo you not want to sleep with me?\u201d

\u201cYifan<\/i>.\u201d There\u2019s no annoyance in Minseok\u2019s tone anymore, only worry, \u201cOf course that\u2019s not what I meant.I just want to know why you\u2019re behaving so strange. Is it because I went with Luhan to the afterparty?\u201d

\u201cNo.Ye s.\u201d Yifan clenches the bedspread between his fists, wanting nothing more than to hide under the covers. \u201cI\u2019m a virgin.\u201d he blurts out and watches as Minseok\u2019s face takes on a newer layer of confusion. \u201cOkay.\u201d is his hesitant response. \u201cSo?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m not like Luhan.\u201d A tiny voice in the back of Yifan\u2019s head is advising him to shut up but the words flow faster than he can rein them in. \u201cI\u2019m not some kind of sex god like Luhan and I have no idea what kinks are or how to go about them, I\u2019ve never even had sex<\/i> with anyone and I\u2019ll probably be horrible at it and it\u2019ll be terrible for you and-and.\u201d he stops mid-sentence to inhale and Minseok takes that opportunity to climb into his lap and press a hand over his mouth.

\u201cOkay, let\u2019s start from the beginning. You\u2019re a virgin.\u201d Yifan nods slowly. \u201cYou want to sleep with me.\u201d Another nod, this one quicker and red tinged. \u201cAnd for some inexplicable reason, you\u2019ve been comparing yourself to Luhan and beating yourself up for not as being as good in bed as you imagine him to be?\u201d He doesn\u2019t nod but Minseok can tell. \u201cYifan, you idiot-\u201d his boyfriend stops mid-sentence, apparently realizing that the situation calls for more delicate handling. \u201cYifan,\u201d he tries again, tone gentle this time. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you say anything?\u201d

Yifan just groans, turning over till he\u2019s face down against the pillow. Hopefully he can asphyxiate like this. He feels fingers running through his hair and resist the urge to lean into the touch. \u201cFan.\u201d Minseok\u2019s tone is amused as he continues stroking his head and if Yifan would look up, he\u2019d see the fondness in his eyes. \"Whatever you were thinking, it's wrong. All of it. I don't care that you're a virgin. And my history with Luhan means nothing. He's not my boyfriend.\" The bed shifts again as Minseok stretches alongside him, chest to back. \"As for sleeping together, we'll talk about that in the morning. We probably should have had that conversation earlier anyways. But Fan-\" and Minseok sits up to press a kiss to his ear. \"I love you.I think you're amazing.And that's not changing anytime soon.\"

When Yifan finally opens his eyes again a few minutes later, the room is dark and Minseok is curled up behind him, breathing soft. Yifan doesn't get to be little spoon all that often and he feels safe like this, Minseok a warm comfort behind him. Maybe the night hadn't gone exactly as he thought it would but that's fine.They're okay and that's what matters most to him.

He does end up losing his virginity a few weeks later.An impromptu weekend trip to Jeju had been organized by Tao and they'd all gone along for the hell of it. And maybe it's something about the magic of the island or the local wine they'd had at dinner but when Yifan sees Minseok exit the shower in their shared hotel room, he knows he's ready.

It's nothing like the movies. It's sticky and clumsy, limbs getting tangled in clothes and a few near misses with the bedside lamp as they try to find a position to accommodate their height difference. There's laughter, as Minseok fumbles to get the condom on with lube slick fingers, letting out a triumphant yell when he finally succeeds. There's pain when he pushes in slowly and Yifan maybe cries a little bit. But the way Minseok kisses each tear away and is so gentle as he fucks him, stopping more than once to make sure he's okay, convinces Yifan that once they've had a few more tries at this, it'll be better. And he can't say he's unwilling to practice.

Probably the best part is being able to show up to breakfast the next morning and chuck the red pouch into Tao's face.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/19170.html?view=comments#comments","category":["day 14","*fanfiction","ship: xiumin\/yifan","rating: nc-17"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18760.html","pubDate":"Sat, 21 Nov 2015 23:03:56 GMT","title":"DAY FOURTEEN \u2605 destination","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18760.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>yeolis<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> Original Prompt
Title:<\/b> Destination
Ship:<\/b> Lay\/Yifan
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\u2019s been waiting for.
Notes:<\/b> this was a last minute thing. i hope y\u2019all like it anyway :)



There\u2019s a phone vibrating somewhere. Yifan lifts his eyes from his book and scans the surroundings. There\u2019s no one around him and his phone doesn\u2019t vibrate like that. Besides, he would feel it in his coat pocket if it did vibrate. It\u2019s so weird. There\u2019s no one around and<\/i> no phone in sight. But he can hear the thing buzzing. It\u2019s a library for christ\u2019s 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\u2019s why he likes this place. They have all sorts of genres and their chairs are awesome. He\u2019s almost done reading the page when he\u2019s 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\u2019ll give them an earful. How dare they disturb his reading! Yifan searches and searches, but there\u2019s only people where the sound can\u2019t 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\u2019s sitting at. He runs his eyes across the shelves, following the buzzing until he finds it. It\u2019s still vibrating when he grabs it, turning it slightly around to have a better look. The phone doesn\u2019t 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\u2019t saved as a contact; maybe it\u2019s the owner seeking for his lost object. Yifan slides the answer option and presses it to his ear.

\u201cHello?\u201d he tries.

\u201cOh thank god hello! This is my phone, I think I lost it somewhere?\u201d the man on the other side of the line sounds desperate, a little out of breath even, but what calls Yifan\u2019s attention is the fact that he has no clue where he lost his phone.

\u201cYou don\u2019t know where you lost your phone?\u201d

\u201cOf course I don\u2019t know where I lost my phone, it\u2019s lost<\/i>, mister!\u201d the owner says, followed by a snort. Yifan frowns. \u201cCan you please be helpful and tell me where you are?\u201d

The audacity! \u201cIs that how you speak to the person who found your stuff?\u201d

\u201cLook, mister, I\u2019m sorry, but I have a job interview in a few minutes and I can\u2019t go back to retrieve the phone.\u201d the man says. He sounds like he\u2019s running. \u201cCould you just\u2026 Tell me where you are so I can go pick it up later? Or\u2026 Just drop by.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m not staying here much longer, dude, I have my own errands to run.\u201d Yifan looks around to check if anyone can hear him. This is a library after all, no phone interactions allowed.

The phone owner sighs, \u201cFine, just hide it somewhere.\u201d

\u201cThousands of people browse through these shelves daily. Do you really want one of them finding your phone?\u201d Yifan reasons.

\u201cSo you\u2019re in the library!\u201d the man exclaims, laughing right after. \u201cOf course, I put it on the shelf while I was looking for this book! Rather disappointing, though. The title is interesting but I didn\u2019t like the premise.\u201d

\u201cWhat book are you talking about?\u201d slowly, Yifan returns to his previous spot on the armchair.

\u201cIt\u2019s called \u2018The smile of the chicken and the sound of the wings\u2019,\u201d he explains sounding dutiful. \u201cYou have to admit that it irks your curiosity.\u201d

Sounds like a pretty dumb book, but Yifan makes a mental note to search for it later. Because the title\u2026 \u201cIt certainly does,\u201d he says half-heartedly. \u201cIf you lost your phone, where are you calling from? You sound like you\u2019re out of breath, so I assume you\u2019re on the move.\u201d

\u201cOh yeah! This is my work phone, the one you have is my personal phone.\u201d

\u201cSo you\u2019re one of those<\/i> people?\u201d Yifan smirks, nodding.

\u201cWhat? What people?\u201d the phone owner says \u2019thank you\u2019<\/i> to someone and Yifan can hear the other person answering \u2019you\u2019re welcome\u2019<\/i>. The background sounds have diminished like he walked into a building.

\u201cThe kind of people that own two phones?\u201d

\u201cAh\u2026\u201d the man sounds distracted. It takes him a while to utter his next sentence. \u201cHey listen, I just got to my work interview place. I\u2019ll have to hang up soon, can we figure out how I\u2019m getting my phone back? I really need it.\u201d

\u201cOh, yes.\u201d Yifan hums, thinking about his schedule. He has to be at the clinic around 5 PM today, so he has two hours to spare. \u201cI\u2019ll head to work in 2 hours, so we can meet somewhere in between.\u201d

\u201cThis interview will probably take twenty minutes. Where is convenient for you to meet?\u201d

\u201cThere\u2019s a cafe downstairs from my workplace, we can meet there. It\u2019s not far from the library.\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s good, I\u2019m ten minutes away from the library. Text the address to this number and I\u2019ll meet you there.\u201d

\u201cAlright. Good luck on your interview.\u201d

\u201cThanks. Don\u2019t forget to text me the address!\u201d

And he hangs up. Yifan gazes down at the phone, twirling it in his hands for a while. He\u2019s left with a weird feeling in his gut after the call. Like he\u2019s 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\u2019s 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\u2019s 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\u2019s Zhang Yixing. Yifan would recognize that dimple anywhere; how didn\u2019t he recognize Yixing\u2019s 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\u2019t have met Yixing.

\u201cDo you believe in destiny?\u201d 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\u2019t know if he was drunk or just weird.

\u201cMe?\u201d he questioned.

\u201cYeah, you.\u201d Yixing chuckled and took a sip of his drink. It was water, but Yifan didn\u2019t know that. \u201cDo you believe in destiny? That there\u2019s a reason why we\u2019re all here today?\u201d

Frowning, Yifan tilted his head to the side. \u201cWhy do you ask?\u201d

Yixing blinked, then shrugged, his eyes never leaving Yifan\u2019s. \u201cI was just wondering about the things that lead to life events, you know? How they happen. Like\u2026 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.\u201d

Yifan could have turned around and left at that moment. Instead, he approached Yixing. \u201cI\u2019m a doctor,\u201d he announced. \u201cand I see people making these kinds of questions all the time. Could I have avoided this if I hadn\u2019t consumed that much sugar? Would he have been hit by that car if he\u2019d left home 10 minutes earlier?\u201d

Yixing nodded frantically, pointing his index finger at Yifan. \u201cExactly!\u201d

\u201cAre you a doctor too?\u201d

\u201cNot really, I\u2019m an engineer.\u201d Yixing wiggled his eyebrows and smiled. Yifan smiled back because he thought such a pretty smile needed a reaction. \u201cBut I\u2019ve been thinking<\/i>.\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s a good thing to do. To think.\u201d Yifan stretched his hand. \u201cI\u2019m Wu Yifan.\u201d

Yixing held his hand and shook it lightly. \u201cNice to meet you, doctor Wu. I\u2019m Zhang Yixing. My profession doesn\u2019t come with a fancy title.\u201d 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\u2019re a match in love, a perfect match in sex, and have poor communication skills.

\u201cThis website says that for anything to work between us, we have to be ready for commitment,\u201d Yixing said, reading from his phone screen.

\u201cI don\u2019t have a problem with commitment,\u201d Yifan replied from their spot on the kitchen. \u201cAlthough it might be tricky since I\u2019m always working.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m emotional, you\u2019re analytical. We\u2019re opposites.\u201d Yixing looked up from his screen and faced Yifan. \u201cYou know what they say about opposites, don\u2019t you?\u201d

That happened a while ago, but there\u2019s nothing in the world that will erase from Yifan\u2019s 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\u2019t 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.

\u201cGive me your number.\u201d he said.

Buttoning his pants, Yixing hummed, thoughtful. \u201cShould I?\u201d

Yifan huffed, \u201cAre you kidding me?\u201d he pointed to the bed. \u201cThat<\/i> just happened and you\u2019re questioning if you should give me your number?\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s not what I meant.\u201d Yixing laughed, retrieving his t-shirt from the floor. \u201cRemember everything we talked about today? Destiny and all?\u201d Yifan kept silent. Yixing put on his t-shirt and walked towards him. \u201cI wanna know if we\u2019re meant to be.\u201d

\u201cWe proved the theory right. Sex is great! What other proof do you need?\u201d Yifan remembers panicking. He didn\u2019t like where that was going. All he wanted was the safety of having Yixing\u2019s number in his contacts.

Yixing chuckled, both hands coming to rest on Yifan\u2019s hips. Even their heights were compatible, Yifan was just taller enough to allow Yixing to tiptoe lightly to reach his lips.

\u201cI won\u2019t give you my number.\u201d the smaller said, lips barely touching Yifan\u2019s. \u201cIf we\u2019re meant to be, we\u2019ll find each other somehow. It\u2019s a small world, Dr. Wu.\u201d

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\u2019t, that would be cheating. Because as annoyed as he was with the whole \u201cI\u2019m not giving you my number\u201d 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 caf\u00e9.

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\u2019s waiting for someone. The mere thought of this someone being Yixing sends a wave of anxiety down his body and Yifan\u2019s legs at unease. He can\u2019t 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\u2019s head shoots up. It\u2019s not Yixing. And that repeats a few times until he looks up and feels all air stolen from his lungs. It\u2019s him. Yixing. He\u2019s 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\u2019s eyes narrow in inspection, then widen in surprise.

\u201cYifan?\u201d he asks, stepping closer.

Yifan cracks a laugh, placing Yixing\u2019s phone on the table and crossing his arms on his chest. He might be shaking. Just a little. \u201cI\u2019m surprised you didn\u2019t recognize my voice.\u201d

\u201cI really didn\u2019t.\u201d 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\u2019s.

\u201cIt\u2019s ok, I didn\u2019t recognize yours either.\u201d Yifan says and Yixing just nods, his mouth ajar and giving hints of a smile.

\u201cWow, this is\u2026 Wow.\u201d

\u201cRight?\u201d Yifan chuckles.

\u201cI haven\u2019t seen you in like, a year?\u201d

Humming, Yifan tilts his head. \u201cA year and two months precisely.\u201d He hopes it\u2019s not too weird he knows exactly how long it\u2019s been, but judging by the way Yixing just looks perplexed by their encounter, he assumes this is totally irrelevant now.

\u201cWow, this is\u2026 Really something.\u201d Yixing scratches the back of his neck. \u201cI broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago.\u201d

Yifan\u2019s 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\u2019t been sitting and waiting for Yifan to pop back into his life. Waiting was not a part of their \u201cthing\u201d, there\u2019s 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--

\u201cDestiny.\u201d

The dimpled grin takes Yifan\u2019s breath away. \u201cExactly.\u201d

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\u2019re meant to be, and here they are.

\u201cAnd there I was,\u201d Yixing breaks the silence. \u201chating myself for losing my phone. Little did I know\u2026\u201d

\u201cThat are the little things that lead to big life events.\u201d Yifan completes. It\u2019s impossible to shake off the grin now. He just can\u2019t when Yixing is right there, smiling back at him. \u201cI 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?\u201d

Yixing chuckles, bright, sparkly eyes and adorable dimple screaming \u201cyes\u201d before the words can even leave his mouth. \u201cWell\u2026\u201d he pockets his little thing of a phone. \u201cLead the way, Dr. Wu.\u201d<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18760.html?view=comments#comments","category":["day 14","*fanfiction","rating: pg-13","ship: lay\/yifan"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18642.html","pubDate":"Sat, 21 Nov 2015 23:02:11 GMT","title":"DAY FOURTEEN \u2605 disenchanted","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18642.html","description":"Username:<\/b> suhoneydew<\/a>
Prompt #:<\/b> 222 Enchanted!AU where Kris - a single father of one - leads an ordinary life until one day he and his daughter meet a weird (but really cute and handsome) prince, named prince Suho, who claims he's come from another world to save his princess but then after he meets Kris, he is not sure with whom he is meant to be. Maybe not all prince charmings end up with a princess.
Title:<\/b> Disenchanted
Ship:<\/b> Suho\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Word count:<\/b> 2,440 words
Warnings:<\/b> brief brief mentions of adultery
Summary:<\/b> Single father Yifan spends his time indulging in his daughter\u2019s Disney fantasies. You would think a prince suddenly arriving at his doorstep wouldn\u2019t be such a big deal.
Notes:<\/b> This was such a cute prompt I\u2019m sorry I kinda ran with it a little ; ; I might expand this into a chaptered fic eventually, haha. Thank you to the mods for being so patient and running such a lovely fest <3





\u201c-addy. Daddy. Daddy!\u201d Yifan startles awake, nearly falling off the couch. \u201cMovie\u2019s over, daddy.\u201d Sophia says matter-of-factly before licking off caramel from her fingers. Yifan wrinkles his nose at that\u2014she just had a bath and oh God, there\u2019s brown sticky stains on his new white t-shirt.

\u201cOkay baby.\u201d He yawns, stretches out long limbs and cringes when he cracks his neck and it sounds like a construction zone. \u201cDid you like it? Dragon vanquished, princess saved, happily ever after, all that good stuff?\u201d

\u201cIt was Wall-E, dad.\u201d she sighs, shaking her head as if saying \u2018classic daddy\u2019 and Yifan swears she\u2019s rolling her eyes probably (which can\u2019t be right because eight year olds shouldn\u2019t know how to do that, or at least his eight year old shouldn\u2019t).

\u201cOh.\u201d

Sophia laughs and lies flat on the floor, body heaving, and Yifan wants nothing more than to bottle up that sweet sound and store it away for darker days. \u201cWhat are you laughing at?\u201d Yifan nudges at her leg. \u201cIt\u2019s bedtime, smart-mouth.\u201d She stops at that and sits up almost immediately, makes her big, brown eyes even bigger and juts out her lower lip. Yifan snorts\u2014he\u2019s been immune to that for like, two whole days now. \u201cOh no, not this time.\u201d Before she can protest, he has her over his shoulder and is well on his way to her room, all the while ignoring loud whines and cries about her being a young adult now! She has her rights and said rights include at least another Disney movie! It\u2019s a Friday night for crying out loud!

Yifan is mid-eye roll and wondering where she gets this from before there\u2019s three cheerful knocks on the door (strange\u2014knocks aren\u2019t supposed to sound cheerful, and yet\u2026). Eight-year old still over his shoulder, Yifan checks the peephole and has to rub his eye with his free hand because there\u2019s no way he\u2019s seeing what he\u2019s seeing right now. Yifan sets Sophia back on the floor and she immediately tries to make a run back to the T.V. set but is stopped by a large hand holding the scruff of her pink princess nightgown. \u201cBed. Now.\u201d She pouts again and Yifan can feel part of his resolve crumble like cheesecake until there\u2019s another three knocks at the door.

\u201cNow.\u201d The little girl huffs and stomps off, long hair flipping over her shoulder as she does so. Seriously, where does she get this from? Most certainly not Yifan, he can assure you that. Yifan runs a hand through his hair just as there\u2019s another knock at the door (what\u2019s with this guy). \u201cYeah yeah yeah, hold your horses,\u201d he says to the Asshole on the other side of the door before swinging it open. \u201cYou know, normal people are trying to get some slee-\u201c

\u201cI\u2019ve been dreaming of a true love\u2019s ki- Oh. Well. This is a bit awkward\u201d Yifan can do nothing more but gape at the sight before him, one he\u2019s sure will unfortunately burn in his eyes for years, no, decades to come. A small man\u2014very small, much smaller than Yifan\u2014in some kind of\u2026red, ruffle-y outfit with puffy sleeves and\u2026tights? His blonde hair was styled up and made his face look quite handsome, with his apple cheeks and bright smile. Any other day, any other given circumstance (circumstances such as the man wearing something other than the Cirque De Soleil getup he\u2019s currently sporting), Yifan might have\u2014and that\u2019s a very strong \u2018might,\u2019 mind you; Yifan\u2019s only dated once after the divorce and God knows what a Mess that was\u2014been attracted to this\u2026singing street performer on his doorstep.

\u201cI- we- I don\u2019t want what it is you\u2019re selling, thank you, goodbye.\u201d Yifan stammers out, shutting the door, already trying to repress this memory.

\u201cWait, please!\u201d the weirdo places his foot right between the door and the door frame (what the fuck is this guy\u2026) \u201cPlease hear me out, I\u2019ve been searching for someone for a good portion of tonight and-\u201c Goddamn, why does this guy have the face of a forest fairy prince but the strength of a fucking ogre who\u2019s just had his swamp invaded (Yifan\u2019s been watching nothing but kids movies for a solid month\u2014it\u2019s a problem).

\u201cListen, I don\u2019t know what it is you\u2019re looking for but I sympathize for you, I really do, but you\u2019re not gonna find it here I can tell you tha-\u201c

\u201cDaddy?\u201d Well, fuck. Sure enough, Sophia\u2019s making her way down the hallway despite Yifan motioning with his head for her to go back to her room, her little dragon beanie baby clutched in her arms. \u201cDaddy is everything okay I heard a noi-\u201c The beanie baby falls to the floor and Sophia simply stares at her father trying to get this potential home invader dressed like a Renaissance fair reject away from their door step, her eyes getting all big and starry. This isn\u2019t good.

\u201cAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH D- daddy! Daddy that\u2019s a- that\u2019s a prince a pri- DADDY! Stop being rude let the man in!\u201d The little girl\u2019s screeching and clawing at his leg to try and get to the door and if there\u2019s a Hell then this is Yifan\u2019s. Meanwhile the freak on the other side was understandably caught off guard by Sophia\u2019s outburst and his face looks like a cross between shocked and weirdly flattered and validated. Yifan slams the door in the other\u2019s face while he\u2019s still off guard and lets out a triumphant laugh, one that sounds a little bit too much like Scar from The Lion King (it\u2019s a problem).

Sophia lets out an indignant shriek, flopping backwards onto the carpet, kicking her feet in the air. Three years ago Yifan would\u2019ve given in, picked her up while cooing. Not current Yifan, who knows she gets tired easily, so he just leans against the door frame until her legs stop kicking and flop to the floor with the rest of her. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you, father.\u201d Father? \u201cMy prince finally came, and you sent him away.\u201d She covers her face with her arm and lets out a deep sigh. \u201cEight years I\u2019ve been waiting for this.\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019re eight years old.\u201d Yifan reminds her.

\u201cNot at heart!\u201d

With a sigh, Yifan scoops up Sophia, her limbs dangling out of his arms because this is how she rebels apparently. \u201cYou may be only eight years old at heart but you still get cranky if you go to sleep any later than this so it\u2019s off to bed with you, Princess.\u201d She groans and Yifan almost misses the soft voice on the other side of his door. He shakes it off and returns to his first priority\u2014getting his tiny monster to bed.

\u201cOne day my prince will come.\u201d Sophia sighs softly into her pillow, tiny smile on her face. She used to remind Yifan so much of her mother\u2014only recently did the comparisons stop and he realized if she resembled anybody, it was him.

\u201cBut your prince is already here.\u201d She sits up a little at that and Yifan gently pushes her back onto the bed. \u201cHe\u2019s tucking you in right now.\u201d She groans but starts giggling and he tickles her sides and under her arms until she\u2019s wheezing and has an iron grip on her dragon plush. \u201cG\u2019night, princess.\u201d He gets up to leave but she pouts and he withers before leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.

\u201cGoodnight, daddy.\u201d She whispers, and it fills up Yifan\u2019s heart with a warmth that he only feels at home with his princess.



When he returns to the living room, he still hears that soft voice at the door and rolls his eyes. He opens the door, cordless phone in his hand ready to threaten to call the cops if the weirdo doesn\u2019t leave the premises. Except, weirdo isn\u2019t there. Huh. Yifan steps out into the hall, clad in his white, stained shirt and Mickey pajama pants and matching Mickey slippers (it\u2019s a problem). The guy\u2019s at the balcony, light breeze blowing ever so slightly through his blonde hair, moonlight framing his face as he sings something very softly. \u201cWhen you meet the someone who was meant for you, 'Fore two can become one, There is something you must do\u2026\u201d It\u2026it sure is a sight (Yifan would later deny his heart beat just a little bit faster and it made him want to throw up out of nervousness).

\u201cH-\u201c Yifan\u2019s voice cracks just a little (he would later deny this as well), and he clears his throat, causing the guy to stop suddenly and turns to look at him, round cheeks rosy from the cold. \u201cHey. Weirdo.\u201d

Said weirdo looks left and right before pointing at himself. \u201cAre you\u2026addressing me?\u201d

\u201cWho the hell else looks like a weirdo on this floor right now.\u201d Yifan disregards his own Mickey Mouse attire. \u201cListen, your voice? Isn\u2019t bad. My daughter\u2019s birthday is coming up\u2014maybe you could do something for her. I can tell she already would love to see more of you that isn\u2019t just what you can see through the crack of the door.\u201d Yifan laughs but the guy doesn\u2019t. If anything he just looks confused.

\u201cI\u2026I\u2019m sorry? I\u2019m afraid I\u2019m not a performer, but do wish your daughter a happy birthday for me; she seemed lovely.\u201d He smiles and returns to staring out on the balcony. Weirdo.

\u201cSo\u2026if you\u2019re not like a birthday act, and I don\u2019t think you\u2019re a home invader\u2026.probably, then\u2026\u201d Yifan tilts his head to the side, contemplative.

\u201cIsn\u2019t it obvious?\u201d the guy sighs without turning to even look at Yifan (rude). \u201cI\u2019m a prince.\u201d

\u201cYeah, cool, same, anyways so are you like a\u2026I mean I know most nerds love to go all out for the RenFair and-\u201c

\u201cI am not-\u201c the guy interrupts (again, Rude), and turns to face Yifan, head back and hands in his hair, \u201cI\u2026am a prince! The crown prince of Andalasia!\u201d

\u201cOh god you\u2019re drunk\u2026\u201d whispers Yifan, cordless phone close to his chest like a lifeline.

\u201cI\u2019ve slayed a rectangular dragon, was run over by a crowd of people riding some sort of foot pedaled horses, and have had my darling, my princess and queen, the love of my life, Krystal taken away from me.\u201d The guy slides down against a wall and Yifan thinks he should\u2019ve recorded this for Facebook\u2014\u2018Drunk nerd on my doorstep? It\u2019s more likely than you think!\u2019

\u201cListen, dude, so someone stole your girl, we\u2019ve all been there. Shit, I\u2019ve been there.\u201d Yifan sits next to the guy who looks like he\u2019s this close to curling up in the fetal position.

\u201cReally?\u201d Christ, is he crying? \u201cDid some force of evil steal your princess?\u201d he looks up, eyes glassy. Yeah, he\u2019s about to cry. \u201cDid you have to search through these endless concrete castles just to find her- Have you seen her with another\u2026another\u2026\u201d

\u201cAnother dude? Well\u2026yeah.\u201d He shrugs and this time the guy does go into a fetal position on the floor. He\u2019s long since gotten over it, especially since he now has custody of Sophia. \u201cBut like\u2026bruh. That\u2019s just how life work sometimes.\u201d

A sniffle. \u201cReally?\u201d

\u201cReally. Sometimes you do all you can\u2026fight a couple dragons\u2026maybe in the end she doesn\u2019t want to be rescued by you. Maybe she\u2019s waiting for another prince. Or a princess. Or nobody. Life\u2019s life.\u201d Yifan sighs. He\u2019s not drunk enough for this and comforting crying drunk nerds in the middle of a hallway just isn\u2019t his forte.

\u201cWhat do you mean\u2026she doesn\u2019t want to be rescued by me?\u201d Guy on the floor sits up a little, looks up at Yifan (God he\u2019s kinda short\u2026Yifan didn\u2019t notice that before\u2026it\u2019s kinda cu-) \u201cWho else can rescue her if not her love? I- I\u2026don\u2019t understand.\u201d He sniffles again, little nose crinkling.

\u201cDude, you said she was with another guy. Like, are you sure she loves you?\u201d Yifan stares down at his Mickey slippers.

\u201cOf course I\u2019m sure!\u201d he suddenly grips Yifan\u2019s shirt sleeve and Yifan freaks out a lil because he doesn\u2019t do clingy, especially not clingy drunk strangers in Final Fantasy clothes. \u201cWe- We\u2019ve been through so much together! We\u2019ve sung together, we almost kissed! I saw her this morning and I\u2019ve never been so su-\u201c

\u201cStop! Right! There!\u201d Yifan almost screams because what the fuck. \u201cYou. Met her. This morning.\u201d

\u201cYes you are correct.\u201d Fucker actually looks proud and he stares off into space like a lovestruck kid.

\u201cYeeeaaahh, I\u2019mma need you to stop. Listen. And learn, okay?\u201d Yifan grabs the other by his shoulders and shakes him a little for emphasis. \u201cYou! Are! A! Dumbass!\u201d

The guy looks stunned, as he should. \u201cI beg your pardon-\u201c

\u201cI\u2019m gonna say this once. You seem like the sheltered type--cute, innocent, probably a trustfund baby, right?\u201d

\u201cUh-\u201c

\u201cLove doesn\u2019t work that way! Genius! Getting a hard-on for the first girl who looks at you isn\u2019t love! Just because a girl is nice to you doesn\u2019t mean she\u2019s ready for marriage! Wake! The fuck! Up!\u201d Yifan would\u2019ve probably slapped him to drive the point home if the guy didn\u2019t have such a pretty face (what the fuck).

\u201cI- I- Uh.\u201d The guy stammers and his face is a little red and okay, it\u2019s cute, it\u2019s really cute.

\u201cGlad we\u2019ve come to an understanding.\u201d Yifan pats the guy\u2019s face a couple times and stands to leave because fuck his ass, it\u2019s nearing midnight and he\u2019s gotta get up in a couple hours.

\u201cWait!\u201d

\u201cWhat? You need cab fare or something?\u201d

\u201cYour\u2026name. Please.\u201d He almost looks shy about it and Yifan wants to jump into a hole.

\u201cYifan. Wu Yifan. I\u2019m a partner over at Zhang & Associates so\u2026not that hard to find out my contact info but uh\u2026\u201d Yifan hurries inside and digs around the little bowl he keeps his keys in before pulling out a card and handing it to the guy now standing at his doorstep. \u201cThere. You can talk to me about your weird girl troubles or if you just. I don\u2019t know\u2026wanna talk or anything\u2026\u201d

\u201cJunmyeon. Prince Junmyeon.\u201d Junmyeon smiles and holds the card like a precious jewel and Yifan\u2019s heart punches itself. \u201cThank you. I most certainly will, Yifan!\u201d



It\u2019s been a couple days and it isn\u2019t until Yifan and Sophia are eating Raisin Bran while watching a morning news segment of a dragon (an actual fucking dragon) climbing up the Woolworth Building, Sophia giddy and spilling her bowl to the floor while milk drips out of Yifan\u2019s mouth, does Yifan get a call from an unknown number with the most soothing, soft voice on the other end.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18642.html?view=comments#comments","category":["day 14","*fanfiction","rating: pg-13","ship: suho\/yifan"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18240.html","pubDate":"Sat, 21 Nov 2015 02:51:17 GMT","title":"DAY THIRTEEN \u2605 i'm so glad you're mine","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18240.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>yeolis<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> T-34 [MPREG] After a rocky start, Yifan, Baekhyun and Yixing have finally made their relationship work. Everything seems to be going well, everyone's getting the love they need, and then a surprise pregnancy throws them off.
Title:<\/b> I\u2019m so glad you\u2019re mine
Ship:<\/b> Baekhyun\/Lay\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Word count:<\/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 for being such a big (beta) help <3



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.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18240.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","day 13","ship: baekhyun\/lay\/yifan","rating: nc-17"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18068.html","pubDate":"Sat, 21 Nov 2015 02:49:44 GMT","title":"DAY THIRTEEN \u2605 we can be your hero","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18068.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>kojafras<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> T-19 [MPREG] a\/b\/o or hybrid au: yifan has three lovers (exo members [ot12] of your choice), all of whom he has sex with when he's in heat. when the doctor tells him he's pregnant, he also tells him that his baby will share traits from all three men. essentially, the baby will have four fathers.
Title:<\/b> we can be your hero
Ship:<\/b> Chanyeol\/Suho\/Xiumin\/Yifan
Side ship:<\/b> Baekhyun\/D.O.
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Word count:<\/b> 2,433 words
Warnings:<\/b> mpreg, abo
Summary:<\/b> Yifan is pregnant. The baby has four dads.
Notes:<\/b> Title is from Monsta X's song bc I suck at titles and also what. a. good. song.



\u201cYou have to tell them.\u201d

Yifan, slumped in his seat, gurgles incomprehensibly. \u201cYeah,\u201d he mutters after a moment, \u201cI know.\u201d

Baekhyun's fingers tighten on the steering wheel and Yifan braces himself. \u201cAll of them. All three of\u2013\u201d

\u201cI know<\/i>, Baek,\u201d he snaps. \u201cLeave it.\u201d

And, surprisingly, he does. Baekhyun\u2019s silent as they park in the complex garage and make for the stairs\u2013Baekhyun eyes the ancient elevator meaningfully but Yifan ignores him\u2013and merely says he'll be watching a new episode of whatever his latest drama is while Yifan stalks into his room, shuts the door, and falls face first onto his bed.

The first thing he does when he resurfaced from his one-person pity party is to rifle through his drawers, taking out a harmless-looking orange bottle and reading the ingredients before clenching his teeth and launching the bottle across the room. Head cradled in his palms, he fights the stinging behind his eyes. \u201cWell, fuck<\/i>,\u201d he hisses, \u201cfuck, fuck, fuck.\u201d He can't fix this.

When he finally leaves his room around dinner time Baekhyun looks up, gauging him, before standing and padding over, wrapping his little arms around Yifan\u2019s waist. \u201cI can do it for you, if you want,\u201d he says, voice uncharacteristically quiet, \u201cor we can not tell them, just turn the storage room into\u2013\u201d

\u201cIt's fine,\u201d Yifan interrupts, then takes a deep breath. \u201cSo. I'm having a kid.\u201d

And, despite the atmosphere, Baekhyun steps up to the plate, letting out an impressive snort. \u201cYeah, you are.\u201d And then, before he can stop himself, \u201cbecause you're an idiot.\u201d

Yifan raises an eyebrow, and tries to step back but Baekhyun keeps himself strategically glued to his front. \u201cYeah,\u201d he sighs, \u201cbecause I'm an idiot.\u201d Didn't anyone ever tell you not to mix drugs?<\/i> His doctor had joked, trying to make light of the situation. When it hadn't worked, the man had cleared his throat and typed something onto his computer. Two months along, he'd said, and then gave Yifan the all-clear after scheduling a follow-up.

\u201cI'll get a meatlover\u2019s,\u201d Baekhyun says with conviction, heading over to their piggy bank of pizza money. \u201cAnd I'll make it a large, since you're eating for two.\u201d

Yifan snarls but Baekhyun\u2019s already out of sight, though his muffled giggles give his position away. Yifan gives up the fight though, and drags himself over to the couch. He takes a deep breath, pulls out his phone, and cradles it between his palms.

This is the hard part.


*<\/center>


Heated was a revolutionary dating app designed for omegas to find alphas during their heats. All alphas would have to go through extensive and regular background checks before they could join, so it was very safe. Yifan got it in the opening week, had his doctor send the company his papers, and waited eagerly for his confirmation message.

Joonmyun was the first alpha he'd met. At first, the man had been very private, hesitating to give Yifan even his first name. But, after about a year of seeing each other, the man had opened up drastically. He worked as the superintendent of the school system a city over, had one older brother, and had only dated a beta before\u2013while in college. He was gentle with Yifan and very good with his hands, eager to please. But, he was also very busy. One of his business meetings had coincided with Yifan's heat, so he'd had to find another alpha.

Chanyeol was younger than him but was the first alpha Yifan had ever been with who'd nearly matched him in height. Surprisingly, Chanyeol hadn't taken it as something he could use to overpower Yifan; he'd merely laughed, said Wow, you're tall<\/i>, then tackled him to the bed and kissed him senseless. Chanyeol was an extremely open man, and Yifan had very nearly learned his entire life story that first heat. Chanyeol was still in college, worked part-time in a McDonald\u2019s drive-thru (it wasn't easy, Chanyeol had claimed, you need to have the voice<\/i> for it) and was part of a band with three other guys called Knot Hard. They were all alphas. Chanyeol had come up with the name. But, between gigs, shifts, and classes, Chanyeol couldn't always be there.

Minseok was the third and final alpha Yifan had found through the app. Quiet and always wearing the same pinstriped suit, Yifan was worried it might not work out between them at first. But Minseok, despite his appearance, was quite attentive and dependable during his heats. And Yifan, like the selfish man he was, kept all three of them.

His last heat had been the worst. It had hit harder, earlier, and he\u2019d had Joonmyun lined up to help him, but the man was away on business. So, he\u2019d had to call Chanyeol who stayed for the first two rounds, then had to go for an important gig. Yifan had been prepared to wait it out until Joonmyun came back the next day, but caved and called Minseok, who stayed the night. The next day he\u2019d showered briefly before Joonmyun showed up and kept him company for the rest of his heat.

That had been two months ago.

Chanyeol was the most easygoing out of the three, so Yifan started with him. It was almost agonizingly easy.

To: Chanyeol
Hey, I need to tell you something.

From: Chanyeol
haha sure man, whats up :p

To: Chanyeol
I am pregnant.

From: Chanyeol
oh hey man thats awesome!!

From: Chanyeol
oh wait\u2026\u2026 is it mine????????

To: Chanyeol
Yours. And mine. And two other alphas\u2019.

From: Chanyeol
holy shit

From: Chanyeol
thats so rad. three dads, one kid haha. or four? four dads?

From: Chanyeol
oh hey so im playing at a club on friday, wanna come?<\/i>

Infuriatingly easy.

Minseok hadn\u2019t answered any of his phone calls or emails, so there was nothing on that front. But Yifan had scheduled a dinner with Joonmyun so he tried to focus on that instead. The man was extremely formal about every little thing, and even had his secretary call Yifan earlier in the day to confirm the time and place.

Yifan arrives five minutes early to beat Joonmyun, always punctual. He pockets his phone as Joonmyun takes out the seat across from him.

\u201cYifan,\u201d the man greets cheerfully, laying his napkin in his lap with a flourish. \u201cI must admit, I was a little worried when I didn\u2019t hear from you last month, but I figured that you had one of the others help you. How\u2019s that going, by the way?\u201d

\u201cWell, actually\u2013\u201d A waiter appears, cutting Yifan off. Joonmyun orders some expensive wine, quirking a brow when Yifan refuses a glass. He murmurs, as Joonmyun takes a sip, \u201cI\u2019m pregnant.\u201d

Joonmyun violently spits out the wine, looking equal parts surprised and terrified. He instantly begins scrubbing at his shirt, not looking at Yifan. \u201cDo you mind if I ask how? I thought that\u2026\u201d

\u201cMy birth control was affected by the antibiotics I was taking for a sinus infection.\u201d He sighed. \u201cI was as surprised as you are.\u201d

Joonmyun blinks, sets his soiled napkin down, and folds his hands in his lap. \u201cWell, I can\u2019t say I was displeased. I mean, we\u2019ve been doing this for three years, so I was hoping one day\u2026\u201d he trails off, laughing quietly, \u201cI didn\u2019t think we\u2019d be doing it this way. But Yifan, if we\u2019re going to start a family I\u2019d rather we do it the right way and\u2013\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s not just you,\u201d Yifan interrupts.

\u201cI\u2019m sorry?\u201d

\u201cThere\u2019s two others. The other two alphas I\u2019ve been seeing.\u201d At Joonmyun\u2019s dumbfounded stare, Yifan continues, looking away and blushing furiously, \u201cDuring my heats, my body keeps certain things<\/i> in so that the effects of the heat won\u2019t last as long.\u201d

Joonmyun still doesn\u2019t look like he gets it.

\u201cI slept with all three of you my last heat. The baby has four biological fathers.\u201d

He looks up when Joonmyun reaches across the table and grabs his hand. The alpha\u2019s staring at him with a fiery intensity and suddenly Yifan feels very, very small. Joonmyun opens his mouth.

\u201cI want to meet them.\u201d


*<\/center>


He takes four weeks tracking down Minseok, eventually ending up at the man\u2019s apartment. To his embarrassment, Luhan answers the door. Luhan. The alpha Minseok has lived with for years, who Minseok never stops talking about when they\u2019re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling after a round of sex\u2013the man who Minseok might have married had their families not been so conservative. Nonetheless, Luhan invites him in and talks with him until Minseok comes home, and Yifan breaks the news.

Minseok immediately heads to his room, and doesn\u2019t come out until Luhan coaxes him out. Yifan stays on the couch the entire time, nervous fingers twisting the napkin Luhan had given him earlier to hold a handful of cookies, and eventually ripping it to shreds.

Minseok stands at the far side of the room, staring at his feet as Yifan tells him about Chanyeol, Joonmyun, and his hope to get them all together. Minseok nods, and heads back into what is presumably his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Luhan quickly writes down a number and hands it to Yifan. Minseok\u2019s private line<\/i>, he explains. Ushering the omega out, he tells him not to worry, that Minseok\u2019s just a little stunned, is all. He\u2019ll come around.

It doesn\u2019t stop Yifan from sitting in his car, head down on his steering wheel for a full twenty minutes, wondering what the fuck he\u2019s doing.


*<\/center>


It takes him six weeks to find a time everyone can meet. He picks a local burger place, somewhere he stops at least once a week where he hopefully won\u2019t feel as small and threatened as he would otherwise.

Their meeting happens on the same day as his first ultrasound.

He\u2019s just finished throwing up his entire breakfast\u2013just a bowl of cereal, so nothing he should be worrying about\u2013when the doorbell rings. Lethargically, he makes his way over, preparing himself for a simpering Baekhyun who\u2019s forgotten his key. Again.

Instead, he gets a faceful of Baekhyun\u2019s boyfriend, Kyungsoo, who brushes past Yifan and makes his way into the kitchen. Yifan slowly closes the front door as the man pours a bowl of cereal and sets it on the counter, digging around for a clean spoon.

\u201cUm, Baekhyun\u2019s not here.\u201d

\u201cI know he\u2019s not,\u201d Kyungsoo says simply, making a small a-ha<\/i> sound when he resurfaces with a spoon. \u201cI am here to take you to your doctor\u2019s appointment. Now eat up.\u201d

Yifan very nearly cries. He ends up actually crying when he\u2019s lying on a firm sterile bed, staring at a static image with Kyungsoo holding his hand and comforting him in a way that only a beta can. Kyungsoo takes him out for ice cream after, his treat.

The burger joint is deserted when Yifan gets there, to his relief. He picks a large table where he can have his own space and silently peeks at the sleek photo he has hidden in his jacket pocket. He hides it immediately when the doors open and Joonmyun steps in, painfully prompt, and takes a seat across from him, chattering excitedly.

Minseok comes in two minutes later, gives an awkward introduction to Joonmyun, and then the three of them sit in near-silence until Chanyeol comes in, thirty minutes late, and parks himself on a chair, long legs splayed and grin infectious.

\u201cSorry, guys. Jongin and Sehun thought that they could beat me in Rock Band, so I had to show them what was up.\u201d

Yifan, forgetting the previous tension, grins. Chanyeol always sets him at ease. \u201cThat can\u2019t have taken you thirty minutes.\u201d

Chanyeol visibly bristles. \u201cTao beat me at Jukebox Hero so we had to make it best two out of three.\u201d

And after that, conversation flows easy. Joonmyun and Minseok appear to be watching the same show, and Chanyeol is going to the same college Joonmyun attended for undergrad. Minseok sneaks an apology to Yifan as he gets up to use the bathroom. Yifan stays quiet, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere, and only speaks if one of his alphas ask him a direct question.

\u201cMan, this rocks,\u201d Chanyeol says, digging into his third burger. \u201cOur little dude is going to be so cool.\u201d

Joonmyun huffs. \u201cWell, we don\u2019t know the gender of the child. Or even if they would like to be referred to as \u201cdude.\u201d So, Chanyeol, I think it\u2019s best if we hold off on gender-specific pronouns for the time being.\u201d

As Chanyeol nods seriously, Yifan smiles and takes the photo out of his pocket.

Minseok crosses his arms. \u201cIt\u2019s probably not anymore than a bean at the moment, anyway.\u201d

\u201cActually, the baby\u2019s arms and legs are already visible.\u201d At the shocked glances, Yifan places the picture on the table. \u201cI got an ultrasound today. It\u2019s typical for someone five months along\u2013or, that\u2019s what I\u2019ve heard.\u201d

Minseok snatches the picture off the table and studies it with surprising intensity. Chanyeol and Joonmyun merely stare at him.

\u201cYifan, you\u2019re always wearing such baggy shirts,\u201d Chanyeol complains, \u201cIf you wore something a little bit tighter, I could\u2019ve been loving on your baby bump for weeks now!\u201d

Joonmyun nods morosely, and Yifan finds himself laughing. Minseok hasn\u2019t looked up from the picture yet. Yifan\u2019s laughs quieten when he feels pressure on his left hand. He looks up, surprised to find Joonmyun\u2019s serious gaze on him.

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to keep doing this alone, you know? We\u2019re here. We all want to help.\u201d

Chanyeol scoots closer, moving a hand up and down Yifan\u2019s back. \u201cWhat he said. You\u2019re our baby daddy. It\u2019s instinct to take care of you. We\u2019re the three musketeers\u2013all for one and all that. Plus, I give a mean back massage. Something you already know.\u201d He throws in a saucy wink and gets a wide grin in response.

Minseok reaches across the table, capturing his hand in a tight grip. \u201cMy sister\u2019s an omega,\u201d he says, voice suddenly thick. \u201cShe went through this without her alpha. I don\u2019t want that.\u201d If possible, he holds Yifan\u2019s hand even tighter. \u201cI\u2019m here for you.\u201d

Yifan, throat suddenly tight, just nods.

He goes home feeling warmer, calmer than before, with three new numbers in his speed-dial. And that night, when Baekhyun\u2019s fingers wander to his abdomen, he grabs his friend\u2019s hand, holds it over the small bump, and laughs when Baekhyun blows a loud raspberry into his skin. <\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/18068.html?view=comments#comments","category":["ship: chanyeol\/suho\/xiumin\/yifan","*fanfiction","day 13","rating: pg-13"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17741.html","pubDate":"Fri, 20 Nov 2015 23:54:54 GMT","title":"DAY THIRTEEN \u2605 2315: a space oddity","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17741.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>seafoamblues<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> T-26 [TENTACLES] A team of scientists finds Yifan frozen on an icy moon some galaxies away. They manage to thaw the ice, preserve the body, and revive him. Yifan doesn't quite understand what's happening, but the handsome man helping him regain control of his body has the sweetest smile.
Title:<\/b> 2315: A Space Oddity
Ship:<\/b> Kai\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Word count:<\/b> 2,900 words
Warnings:<\/b> tentacles, knotting, unprotected sex, tentacle bondage?
Summary:<\/b> \"In the not-so-distant future, in a galaxy far, far away, a humanoid tentacle alien fucks his physical therapist....\"
Notes:<\/b> i didn't give myself enough time to write as much as i wanted to. i'm sorry! there will be a continuation in the future with these two getting up to even kinkier shit. yayy.



\"Move his tentacle over there.\"

\"Which one? Jesus, the thing has eight of them!\"

\"<\/i>He is male, not a <\/i>thing. The first one, on the upper left side, please.\"

\"All right, all right. <\/i>Jesus.\"

\"Careful!\"<\/i>

Yifan swims in and out of consciousness, the distant sound of voices keeping him awake. He's aware that he is very cold: colder than he'd ever been on XinQin, his home planet.

His limbs are numb; he tries moving his arms. Nothing. He tries moving his legs. Nothing happens. Lastly, he tries moving his tentacles.

No response.

It takes a stupendous amount of will to force his eyes open, and still his eyelids droop so his gaze is hooded and his vision is blurry. He sees several blinding lights, the harsh glow surrounding them like giant orbs hovering above him.

His throat is drier than the deserts of Ku'ckl'u, but he manages to speak. His words come out slurred, much like a croak.

\"What's . . . happening . . . ?\"

One of the humans shrieks and jumps back.

\"It can talk?!\"

\"Should we sedate it, Doctor?\"

\"No! He isn't hostile. For now.\"

His vision fails him. The humans \u2013 if that's what they are \u2013 standing around him in a circle start to fade. He falls into another deep sleep.

\u2014<\/center>

Yifan has been aboard the ship EXO<\/i> for six months. He's been awake for three.

Today he has an appointment with his physical therapist, which he's gone to see every day for the past two months. After the initial tests to ensure his stability were done (the doctors had to make sure he wasn't going to cork it right away or go into another coma), and following regular checkups on his vitals, Yifan was sent to physical therapy to gradually regain control of his body. Dr. Kim Jongin helps him with that. At first Yifan hadn't considered it helping \u2013 once the numbness dissipated, it hurt quite a lot, to the point that he thought Jongin was torturing him \u2013 but now he's eternally grateful to be able to move freely on his own again.

There are actually four Doctor Kims on the ship that Yifan knows, all of which supervise his condition in some way. Dr. Kim Junmyeon, behavior specialist, is one of the scientists of the research team that discovered Yifan. They found him on an expedition to one of the moons orbiting his home planet, trapped in the ice. His body was immaculately preserved within a huge block of ice, but it took quite some time to thaw out.

Dr. Kim Minseok was in charge of melting the ice. He was there when the last bit turned to water and Yifan opened his eyes for the first time in no one knows how many years. This Dr. Kim is now his emotional health therapist, making sure he's content and adapting well to his new environment.

No longer encased in ice, Yifan is now able to ponder his existence. His memory is hazy, but Dr. Kim Jongdae is working on that. The doctor said his memories may be the last thing he'll recover, if ever. No one's sure why Yifan was there on that moon, as they found no evidence of any other thing on the icy surface, living or dead. The ship has yet to visit what Yifan remembers as his home planet, and for all they know, it's been destroyed. To think that he may be the last of his kind is a little sad, but Yifan hasn't had enough time yet to dwell on such a dismal idea.

They suspect that Yifan could have been frozen for millennia or more. \"Maybe even a billion years, or a trillion,\"<\/i> Junmyeon had raved.

All Yifan knows right now is that he should do what the humans think is best for him. And if that means going to a physical therapy session every day so he can stare unabashedly at the handsome doctor with the sweetest smile he's ever seen, then he's more than happy to oblige.

He's on their turf, after all. They're the ones who brought him back to life.

And for that Yifan is thankful.

\u2014<\/center>

\"Good morning, Yifan. How are you feeling today?\"

\"Just fine, doc,\" Yifan replies, swinging his long legs over the side of the examination table. \"Are you now my mental and emotional health therapist, too?\" he inquires.

\"I'm still just your physical therapist, Yifan. I wouldn't try to take that job away from Dr. Minseok. I'm not qualified.\" He scribbles something on his clipboard, suspiciously like Dr. Minseok does when Yifan tells him his feelings. \"But I think we've started to become friends since we've began our sessions. Correct me if I'm wrong,\" Jongin says, careful to remain in the lines of professionalism. He gives a shy smile and his clear hazel-blue eyes glimmer in the light.

\"You aren't wrong,\" Yifan says.

\"Good. Did you enjoy the moon lilies I sent to your room?\"

\"Yes, thank you.\" It was a pleasant surprise to wake up to the purple, violet, and silver flowers perched atop his windowsill. \"If I didn't know better, I'd have thought you were courting me.\"

Jongin blushes at that. Yifan loves to make his therapist blush. He'll say the most outlandish things just to see the rosy tinge creep up on Jongin's bronzed cheeks.

The doctor murmurs something in dismissal and takes a step forward, putting a hand on one of Yifan's tentacles. The appendages sprout from his waist, four on each side, making his shirt ride up and exposing his bare stomach. They haven't been able to figure out how to properly clothe him without cutting holes in his shirts, yet. Yifan has run out of clean butchered tops and instead shrugged on a loose-fitting shirt this morning, the hem bunching up over his top two tentacles. He donned low-rise pants to further accentuate the look. The sleek space suits some of the ship's crew wears are too tightly-fitted to squeeze his tentacles into.
\t
\"Have your tentacles been bothering you at all?\" Jongin starts to massage the one he has his hands on, and Yifan feels it twitch to life. When they aren't in use, his tentacles are relatively small and slender, only about a foot in length. He can stretch and expand them at will.

\"No,\" Yifan says, and he almost regrets saying it. His tentacles are very sensitive, and he absolutely adores<\/i> Jongin's massages. Their last few sessions have focused solely on his alien appendages, one of the last body parts to be worked on in physical therapy. It's probably because the doctors and scientists don't consider them as useful as his human limbs. But they are, to Yifan, incredibly<\/i> useful. Yifan has offered to show Jongin, but he hasn't yet seen the extent of their abilities.

It's nice to have the cramps and kinks smoothed out of his extra limbs. His tentacle begins to swell as blood and fluids rush to fill it, strengthening the muscles lining the appendage. His other tentacles follow suit, waving around curiously.

\"That's good to hear,\" Jongin replies, and drops his hands. Yifan's tentacles visibly wilt in disappointment.

\"Today I need to move onto a different body part. I have to make sure your entire body regains full function, or else I wouldn't be doing my job.\" The doctor quietly observes him for a moment. \"Your anatomy is basically human, except for your tentacles. However, you are still undeniably alien.\"

\"Did you practice this speech in front of a mirror?\" Yifan jokes, noting the slightly mechanical way Jongin speaks. He doesn't miss how he stutters over some of his words, though.

Jongin blushes a deeper red this time. \"Quiet. I need to prepare you for this, because like everything else I do, you might not like it,\" Jongin explains.

\"Just as long as you don't try bending my legs at such an odd angle again. That hurt a lot,\" Yifan recalls, shuddering briefly at the memory. Who knew physical therapy had to be so uncomfortable?

\"I'm going to have to take a look at your sexual reproductive organs,\" Jongin finally manages to spill out.

Yifan is silent for maybe three seconds.

\"Reproductive organs? I reproduce asexually,\" Yifan says.

Jongin adjusts his glasses, leaning forward intently. \"You do?\"

\"What do you think these tentacles are for? I use them to hold my partner in place as I fuck their brains out,\" Yifan says.

Jongin straightens his posture with a sigh. \"Yifan.\"

\"Sorry.\" He looks at Jongin sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders (and his tentacles). \"But I do.\" He's not actually sure if he has, but if he's been around for as long as the humans think, then he's totally done the dirty with someone before.

\"Now if you don't mind, I need you to take your pants off,\" Jongin says.

\"Some foreplay,\" Yifan grumbles. He complies, unbuttoning the constrictive material and sliding the pants down his thighs. After a moment of hesitation, he takes off his underwear, too.

He leans back on the reclined examination table, propped up on his forearms. His flaccid cock looks a lot like a human's, maybe a little larger than average. There's also a slight bulge at the base of his cock, like a knot.

\"So are you just going to look at it or are you going to study it too?\"

Jongin puts on his latex gloves with a sharp snap<\/i>.

\"I'm your physical therapist, Yifan. I have to make sure your penis works properly,\" Jongin explains. Yifan finds it cute that his physical therapist<\/i> can't say the word \"penis\" without blushing.

\"I can assure you, my dick is in working order.\" Jongin must not have noticed, but Yifan had popped a couple boners during his massage sessions. He can't help it that his tentacles are also sexual organs (but Jongin doesn't need to know that. Yet). \"But by all means, go ahead.\" He motions to his cock with a tentacle, resting against his thigh.

He'd be lying if he wasn't getting turned on by the thought of Jongin touching him, though.

Jongin reaches for it, his movements small and careful. It's like he doesn't want to startle Yifan, but maybe Jongin is the one that's scared. He grips it loosely, slowly starting to massage his cock. The feel of latex is a little jarring, but Jongin's ministrations are incredibly gentle. His cock twitches in Jongin's hand, getting hard and rising.

Jongin uses his free hand to grab a bottle of lubricant and squirts it on his fingers, lathering it over Yifan's cock. It's cold, but it makes the slide easier, and Yifan resists pumping his hips up into the circle Jongin's making with his fingers.

\"I need to get you to full hardness to make sure everything's as it should be,\" Jongin tells him as he strokes his length.

\"So you're just gonna leave me with blue balls?\" he jokes. He doesn't know if he'll be able to stand it.

Jongin blushes with the most colour thus far. \"I have to make you ejaculate.\"

\"Oh.\" Yifan blinks, lying back on the table and letting Jongin continue his work.

Jongin slides his hand down to the base of Yifan's cock, lightly squeezing his knot. The moan that bubbles up his throat and slips past his lips surprises Yifan, and he closes his eyes, a little embarrassed at his lack of restraint. Precum oozes from the tip of his cock and Jongin swipes his thumb over the head, spreading it across his soft pink skin.

Jongin seems to have found a weak spot, and he takes advantage of it, kneading the flesh of Yifan's swelling knot with his fingers. Yifan gasps, thrusting into Jongin's grasp. Jongin has to use his other hand to hold him down, placing it on his hip to still his jerky movements. Yifan's tentacles move wildly above it, yearning to curl around the length of Jongin's arm for purchase.

If the goal is for him to come, Jongin is doing a good job at it.

\"Hey . . .\" Yifan says weakly, his cock throbbing in Jongin's hand as he slows his movements.

\"Mmm?\"

\"Can I try something?\"

\"Wh-what?\"

Yifan regards him with half-lidded eyes. \"Can I kiss you?\"

Jongin blinks in rapid succession, onetwothreefour<\/i>. \"U-um.\"

Yifan leans forward before the therapist can protest, cupping Jongin's chin with his hand. Their lips meet, soft. Jongin doesn't pull away. They kiss each other as Jongin starts jerking him off again, a little distracted by their lips moving across each other's.

Yifan deepens the kiss and Jongin kisses him back just as greedily, earning little moans and grunts and whimpers that are coaxed from his mouth. The sounds Jongin makes excite Yifan and he unconsciously wraps two tentacles around his waist, pulling him closer. Jongin resists at first but eventually relaxes in Yifan's hold. Two more tentacles snake around Jongin's backside and grab his ass, massaging his plush bottom and spreading his cheeks apart as the boy lets out a squeal.

His grip on Yifan's cock has since slackened, overwhelmed by the fondling tentacles and Yifan's tongue overtaking his mouth. Yifan lifts him up with the tentacles wrapped soundly around his body, and Jongin goes limp in his hold, allowing him to be manhandled. Yifan maneuvers Jongin to lay him down on the table, switching places with the doctor.

His two hands and multiple tentacles get to work on removing Jongin's clothing. Jongin is a moaning, shivering, hypersensitive mess, sweat already starting to bleed from his skin, which makes his bare chest glisten. Yifan drags a tentacle down his clavicles, massaging the slight muscular slope of his pectoral, and sucks around a dusky nipple with one of the many suction cups dotting the underside of his tentacles. The appendage leaves a trail of natural lubricant behind, seeping out from the pores lining the wriggling suction cups. The tentacle detaches from Jongin's nipple with a loud pop!<\/i> and the boy cries out, leaving behind a bright red mark. It slides down his abdomen and curls around the length of his cock, jacking it up and down and coating it with slick.

Yifan uses his other tentacle to prod at the boy's hole, teasingly circling the bunched skin so he's properly wet and ready to be mounted. He pokes the slender tip inside, slowly stretching him open as he goes deeper with the widening girth of his tentacle. The overtly flexible appendage probes the doctor's insides, coating his soft walls with slick. Jongin trembles all over, spreading his legs out further, his head thrown back and baring his glistening throat. Two more tentacles cup Jongin's ass cheeks, kneading them and pulling them apart so the tentacle that's fucking him open can reach unexplored depths. Jongin lets out a shuddering breath, his dick rock hard and standing up straight on his stomach, one of Yifan's tentacles still toying with it.

Once Yifan deems he's been stretched enough, he pulls his tentacle out and admires his handiwork; Jongin's hole is gaping, the ring of muscles twitching and leaking lubricant out of his ass. Yifan lines his dick up and thrusts forward, sinking into a comforting warmth like nothing he's felt before. He groans, rolling his hips into Jongin slowly, buried to the hilt. Jongin clenches around his knot and Yifan staggers, leaning over the boy and catching his swollen lips in a kiss. He nips at his full lower lip, adding more push and pull to his thrusts. His knot catches on the rim of Jongin's hole every time and it builds up the friction between them, making it nearly unbearable.

Jongin is pliant in Yifan's grasp, pinning him to the table with his tentacles wrapped in thick, quivering ribbons around his body. Yifan's moans grow louder, a bit more breathless and uncontrolled, and Jongin thinks he must be close to coming. He can feel the knot lodged in his ass, fit to burst and ready to release a plethora of cum inside of him. He tries wiggling his hips but Yifan's tentacles are curled tightly around them, the pulsing flesh cutting into his hipbones. In his haze he notices that one tentacle is missing, and he follows its path to Yifan's backside. Yifan thrusts forward with more force, as if being slammed into from behind. Yifan is fucking himself with his own tentacle as he fucks Jongin.<\/i>

The realization brings Jongin to his orgasm, crashing into him as he comes with a strangled yell, shooting cum over his straining abs and heaving chest. Yifan gives one last thrust that would have jostled the smaller boy on the table if not for the tentacles holding him in place, a flood of cum filling Jongin up as his knot gradually shrinks inside of him.

One by one his tentacles slide off of Jongin and hang at Yifan's sides, and finally Yifan pulls out, his dick dripping with cum and lubricant. He makes a face and wipes his hand on the ruined crumpled paper sheet covering the examination table.

Jongin lies sprawled out, unable to move a muscle for a good minute. He feels utterly spent, breathing hard.

\"I guess it does work,\" he says weakly.

Yifan chuckles quietly, stroking his flushed cheek with a (luckily dry) tentacle.

\"What does?\"

\"Everything,\" Jongin replies.

\u2014<\/center><\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17741.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","day 13","ship: kai\/yifan","rating: nc-17"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17612.html","pubDate":"Fri, 20 Nov 2015 20:53:51 GMT","title":"DAY THIRTEEN \u2605 just another manic monday","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17612.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>softboys<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 27 I just want a ridiculously adorable parent au since I rarely see them anymore. Feel free to do what you want, the rating doesn't matter.
Title:<\/b> Just Another Manic Monday
Ship:<\/b> Suho\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Word count:<\/b> 2,200 words
Warnings:<\/b> Brief, barely-there mention of sex.
Summary:<\/b> It\u2019s Monday morning in the Kim-Wu Household.
Notes:<\/b> the Bangles \u2013 Manic Monday. This was fun to write. Thank you to everyone who have helped me with this, and also to the mods for hosting this and being patient saints. Two spoken sentences in this are directly borrowed from a movie. Ten points if anyone recognises where they're from.



Yifan should have known that this would be one of the bluest Mondays in a long, long time when the baby call makes crackling noises at ass o'clock in the morning. High-pitched whines creaks through the speaker lying on the mattress in the small, small space between Yifan and his husband.

Joonmyun - his husband - had suggested one of their night stands as the place to keep a baby call, but Yifan had persuaded him to let it stay in the bed. Joonmyun had looked at him in that way that made the black roots of Yifan's hair blush, patting his cheek, kissing his nose before telling him that if it meant that much for Yifan, they could keep it in bed.

Yifan's entire body is protesting as he grabs the baby call, long fingers clumsily, blindly feeling over the surface of the small, egg shaped digit until he locates the squishy mute button. The baby call immediately falls silent, and Yifan feels fifty pounds lighter.

\"Your son is awake,\" Yifan speaks, Joonmyun's soft hair tickling his lips as he does.

\"Before sunrise, he is your son,\" Joonmyun argues sluggishly, fingers skirting down Yifan's clothed chest before falling limply onto the mattress. Yifan wonders if Joonmyun actually is awake, or if they've had this discussion so many times that Joonmyun knows what to reply in his sleep.

And yeah, Joonmyun is right. Yifan is the one staying at home currently so it's his turn. Joonmyun has work in just a couple of hours so he gets to sleep now, gets his designated eight hours of sleep. Yifan, however, has to get up. He's going to get up any second now. Just another minute, Yifan thinks, basking in the silence, curls further towards Joonmyun, whose breathing has evened out and is soundly asleep.

Just another minute.

Yifan's heart hammers with the strength of a horde of buffaloes and pulls him out of his slumber. His brain is screaming at him, and he jumps out of the bed as if electrified. The wooden floor is cold under the bare soles of his feet, his skin gooseflesh as he pulls on his fluffy bathrobe. A quick glance tells him that he has slept for an additional hour, and while it's still early, it means that the kids have been awake for an hour. Alone, with no one to supervise them.

Luckily, Joonmyun is still asleep, curled up in a foetal position, looking much like a kid himself, with his soft bangs falling over his forehead. Something hot surges in Yifan's chest, and he pauses briefly, lets time be time, to press a soft kiss to the crown of Joonmyun's head before he sprints like a greyhound out the door, careful not to slam the doors.

With the speed and graze of a new-born leopard, Yifan runs down the stairs which taking him to the first floor, where he can smell disaster and Armageddon. Something is burning. He pauses in the living room to see, listen. There are noises, loud, coming from the kitchen. Yifan fears the worse and takes quick, measured yet trembling steps forwards until the kitchen is visible to him.

Yifan's tense shoulders immediately lowers at the sight of the scene unfolding in front of him, relieved that the kitchen isn't on fire or that he has to run back up to wake Joonmyun. A soft smile splays out on his lips as he leans against the wall, as he's yet unseen. Weird enough because he's sure he made enough noise to raise the dead.

Sitting on the table, tiny legs folded underneath him is Zitao, six years old; their oldest son. He's already dressed in his school uniform sans the pullover. Yifan is impressed that he has managed to put on his white under-knee socks well. Zitao's shirt is still clean too. Yifan chuckles softly. Zitao's black hair is still a mess, especially in the back.

In front of Zitao, sitting safely in his high chair - Yifan doesn't want to know how Zitao managed to get him into that by himself - sits their youngest son, Sehun, who is just weeks away from turning one-year-old. Unlike his clothed brother, Sehun is naked sans for a pair of diapers and thick socks. It doesn't seem to bother Sehun at all, who's talking in nonsense to his brother, happily squealing whenever Zitao brings a spoon of porridge to Sehun's mouth.

Yifan swipes his gaze quickly over the rest of the kitchen. It's mostly clean, save for porridge spills and drops of milk on the counter. The burnt smell turns out to be the pop tart Zitao had made for himself in the toaster. A burnt piece that strongly resembles coal lies by the toaster, while two more successful pieces lies on a paper plate next to Zitao's feet, one of them half-eaten.

Zitao notices him first, almost dropping the spoon in his excitement as he gets onto his feet, still on the table. Yifan's heart trembles.

\"Good morning Baba!\" Zitao chirps, beaming like the sun. Sehun startles in his chair and wiggles his tiny body to be able to look over his shoulder.

\"Baba!\" Sehun mimics, clapping his porridge-stained fingers. Like his brother he tries to get onto his feet, but luckily, Zitao has fastened the straps of the high chair properly. However, to avoid any accidents, Yifan walks over to them, unfastening Sehun from his high chair before his happy squeals turn into sad wails. Zitao lets out a protesting noise when Yifan lifts Sehun up from his chair, holding the toddler in his arms. Sehun shows his gratitude by smothering Yifan's face with sticky, porridge kisses.

\"I was feeding him!\" Zitao protests in high-pitched Mandarin, stomps his small feet onto the wooden top of the table. Luckily Joonmyun had gotten his wish when they went looking for a new kitchen table a couple of years back, after they broke their old one from having sex on it. The table is sturdy; made out of massive oak, with thick feet to keep it balanced. It can carry Yifan and Joonmyun's combined weight so it's more than strong enough to keep up under Zitao's.

\"You've done well, thank you for feeding Sehun, Taozi,\" Yifan says, ruffling Zitao's tousled hair with his big hand. Zitao lets out a delighted squeal and beams at Yifan when he removes his hand. Zitao grabs Yifan's hand with both of his own smaller ones, spoon dropping to the table.

\"Me too, Baba!\"

That's the story of how Yifan juggles two boys up the staircase. Especially after Sehun started singing: \"Appa, appa, appppppppa!\", popping the p's before laughing loudly. Zitao joined him quickly, and despite knowing that Joonmyun is on dad-off-duty, he cannot deny his sons this, not when they\u2019re both looking up like him as if he\u2019s their saviour in an armor.

They manage to get up the stairs, and Yifan\u2019s arms are trembling a bit under Zitao and Sehun\u2019s weight when they finally step into Yifan and Joonmyun\u2019s bedroom.

\u201cOk boys, promise me you won\u2019t be rough with Appa ok?\u201d Yifan begins, eyebrows slightly furrowed to get the two kids to understand that he\u2019s serious, not joking around as he tends to be doing. Yifan isn\u2019t too worried. Zitao and Sehun treats Joonmyun with more caution than they treat him. He\u2019s not sure if he should be offended.

Yifan sits down on the edge of the bed, letting Zitao and Sehun crawl out of his arms and toward Joonmyun\u2019s motionless body. He\u2019s fully tucked into the large duvet now, the only parts of him visible are the top of his head and his tousled hair.

\u201cAppa,\u201d Sehun coos, pats the dotted duvet with his tiny hands as he sings. Zitao, bolder, sits down in front of Joonmyun\u2019s face, gently tracing his eyelids with his index finger. His small finger runs down Joonmyun\u2019s cheek, over his nose, back to Joonmyun\u2019s forehead before it cards gently through his hair.

\u201cBaba,\u201d Zitao says, looking back towards Yifan while still petting Joonmyun\u2019s hair. Yifan hums in answer. \u201cI think Appa is very sleepy.\u201d

\u201cSleepy!\u201d Sehun chirps, clapping his hands together, squealing in delight at the noise. He repeats it once more. And again.

\u201cYes that\u2019s right Sehun,\u201d Yifan smiles, speaking in Korean, as he reaches out to tickle Sehun\u2019s bare tummy. \u201cAppa\u2019s sleepy.\u201d

\u201cAppa,\u201d Sehun mimics, pointing at Yifan with the tiniest, chubbiest index finger.

\u201cNo, Sehunnie!\u201d Zitao starts in Korean before switching over to Mandarin, crawling over Joonmyun\u2019s body to get to Sehun. Yifan watches, amused. \u201cBaba\u201d Zitao points at Yifan, then, \u201cAppa!\u201d moves to point at Joonmyun.

Zitao repeats it once more, his tiny eyebrows furrowed as all his attention is on Sehun. Sehun responds by flailing his little arms, smiling and showing off his tiny, white teeth. He\u2019s still lacking a couple.

\u201cIt\u2019s ok, Taozi,\u201d Yifan says in Mandarin. He grabs them both, pulls them onto his lap. \u201cSehun will fully understand it when he gets older. It doesn\u2019t matter if he calls me Appa, you know.\u201d

\u201cBut you\u2019re Baba,\u201d Zitao argues, his bottom lip sticking out as he looks at Yifan. Confusion is clear in his eyes as he looks at Yifan. As if suggesting<\/i> that it\u2019s ok for Sehun to call him<\/i> Appa instead of Baba when Appa clearly is another person is blasphemy in Zitao\u2019s ears.

\u201cWhen he\u2019s older, he\u2019ll learn, ok?\u201d Yifan says, raising an eyebrow, anticipating Zitao\u2019s reaction. His oldest son puffs out his chest, as if he\u2019s about to argue, but deflates quickly when Yifan, possessed by the ghost of love, leans down to press a kiss against Zitao\u2019s bare forehead. As quick as the bat of a bird\u2019s wings, Zitao\u2019s frown turns upside down and he\u2019s grinning at Yifan.

Zitao, quick as a panther, leans up to peck Yifan\u2019s chin before declaring: \u201cBaba, I love you!\u201d

\u201cLove!\u201d Sehun insists in Korean, pursing his lips. When Yifan just blinks at him. Sehun puffs his cheeks, then, reminding Yifan of a blowfish, before he repeats it, this time in Mandarin. \u201cLove!\u201d

\u201cI think he wants a kiss too, Baba,\u201d Zitao informs Yifan, sounding rather matter-of-factly as he speaks.
\u201cOh. Of course I love you too, Sehun,\u201d Yifan declares loudly before attacking Sehun with kisses; peppers them over his soft hair, over his pudgy cheeks and onto his round tummy. Sehun\u2019s delighted squeals fill the room, only replaced by high-pitched yells of \u201cBaba!\u201d.

Zitao joins Yifan and both of them showers little Sehun with kisses before Zitao and Sehun decides that Yifan should be the one to be showered in kisses.

Five minutes later finds Yifan lying on his back with Zitao and Sehun on his chest, all three of them out of breath and thoroughly smothered with kisses of love. Yifan glances over the mop of Zitao\u2019s hair to see that the clock on the nightstand now shows 06:50.

\u201cWhat do we do with Appa, Baba?\u201d Zitao asks, getting up on his elbows to be able to look properly at Yifan. Sehun sits up without too much effort and starts making bubbles with his mouth.

\u201cI think we have to break down and do some rapping. It\u2019s time for the good morning-rap,\u201d Yifan declares. Zitao beams at him. \u201cI\u2019ll start.\u201d

\u201cYo, yo. It\u2019s almost seven am and it\u2019s Monday in the Kim-Wu household. Joonmyun, hun, it\u2019s time to get up. Zitao, what\u2019s up?\u201d Yifan raps with as much style and class he can do while wearing a fluffy, pink bathrobe. Zitao has found a hairbrush he uses as a microphone as he continues where Yifan left off.

\u201cYou heard Baba, Appa it\u2019s time to get up. I\u2019m Zitao and I\u2019m here today with my Baba and my Sehunnie, we\u2019re flying free. We\u2019re waiting, work is waiting, you gotta get up now, it\u2019s time for the show!\u201d Zitao takes his rapping very seriously, bounces to the imaginary beat as he raps. He\u2019s cute in his school uniform, rapping like it\u2019s his job.

It takes two more verses and a high-pitched squealing chorus from Sehun (tickled by Zitao) for Joonmyun to stir in his cocoon, looking at them with cloudy eyes, eyelids looking dangerously heavy. In two seconds flat, both boys are on him, kissing his cheeks, holding his face with their small palms.

Yifan watches, enamoured, warmth spreading through his chest as their sons greet Joonmyun, their dad, Appa. If someone had told Yifan ten years ago that he\u2019d be married with two kids before he turned forty, he\u2019d probably laugh at you. It wasn\u2019t a future he had pictured for himself. But upon meeting Joonmyun, falling in love with him, Yifan realised there was no way out.

\u201cCome on Baba! Love Appa too!\u201d

And ok, Yifan realises as he lets Zitao pull him into the heap of limbs, maybe it\u2019s not such a blue Monday after all. After all, he gets to spend the quiet hours of the morning with the people in his life who mean the most to him \u2013 his husband and their two sons. And if that\u2019s not perfect, Yifan decides when Joonmyun kisses him, Zitao and Sehun snuggled up in between them, then nothing ever is.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17612.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","day 13","rating: pg-13","ship: suho\/yifan"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17153.html","pubDate":"Fri, 20 Nov 2015 20:45:26 GMT","title":"DAY THIRTEEN \u2605 confessions of a bus driver","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17153.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>light_kira1<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 161 Yifan drives the town bus for a living. Yixing is a sexy nightclass student with a twinkle in his eye who takes his bus every evening up to the last stop. One night they stop at the last stop alone.
Title:<\/b> Confessions of A Bus Driver
Ship:<\/b> Lay\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Word count:<\/b> 9,260 words
Warnings:<\/b> slight exhibitionism
Summary:<\/b> Yifan is used to having all kinds of passengers on his bus, but this one is just pushing him to the limit of his self-restraints.
Notes:<\/b> I am so sorry mods for all the stress I\u2019ve caused. Thanks a lot for your lenience and for organizing such a wonderful fic fest. Also my eternal gratitude goes to my beta for always putting up with my last minute hectic.
I seriously had no idea what this story would turn into when I claimed the prompt, but I hope you\u2019ll be able to enjoy the outcome. Or something along these lines.



If he is being honest, Yifan never imagined he\u2019d one day drive a bus for a living. It\u2019s not exactly the type of job children dream of when they\u2019re asked to imagine their future, but Yifan still can\u2019t really complain. An unexpected chain of coincidences, from being in the right place at the right time to meeting the right people who knew other people, led him to this job. Now he spends five to six days a week behind the wheel of a moderately big bus on a route that is moderately busy during the mornings and the evenings.

There certainly are benefits to the job, and the part Yifan might love the most is getting to observe all the different kinds of passengers that board his bus all day. Since he is one of the few among his co-workers without a family, he\u2019s usually assigned different shifts regularly, switching between morning, noon, and night, content with whatever his employer tells him.

Lately however, there has been a change from that routine which Yifan brought on himself. His boss had looked at him with an eyebrow raised in curiosity when Yifan explicitly requested to be put on the night shift more often. Yifan could see the question in the elder\u2019s eyes, but his boss granted the wish without further comment.

This is how he ended up in his current situation, hands slightly clammy and pulse quickening from an emotion that could either be apprehension or excitement. There are only two more stops left until he<\/i> will board the bus and Yifan mentally counts the street lights he passes in order to occupy his mind, time seeming to creep by slower than before. It works, because before he knows it, he\u2019s already slowing down the bus at that<\/i> stop, pressing the buttons to open the door. He tries to keep his eagerness out of his expression as he watches the boarding passengers enter his bus.

A few familiar faces pass him, people Yifan has seen several times already, but he doesn\u2019t care to take special note of them. He checks the tickets they show him, selling to those who don\u2019t already have one, when he<\/i> passes by.

Yifan doesn\u2019t know his name, but he knows his face very well. He knows his arms and collarbones, his dimples and those eyes<\/i>. The guy catches Yifan\u2019s gaze without any hesitation, holding it as he passes by the driver\u2019s cab. His pretty mouth is pulled into a smile that borders a smirk, but it\u2019s not prominent enough for Yifan to actually be sure which of the two it\u2019s supposed to be. It doesn\u2019t matter either way because the sight of the guy has Yifan\u2019s throat drying up, blood pulsing the slightest bit faster and heating him up further beneath his already warm uniform.

Honestly, attractive people just make life so much better<\/i>, Yifan can\u2019t help but muse. Except that this guy isn\u2019t just attractive, he\u2019s drop dead gorgeous\u2014the very personification of hot<\/i>. He has a twinkle in his eyes and slightly disheveled light brown hair, with an infuriatingly adorable dimple in his right cheek that he seems to specifically flash whenever he catches Yifan\u2019s eye. The wifebeater he\u2019s always wearing, even now despite autumn starting to claim the city, shows more of his body than it hides.

It\u2019s unfair how only one person is allowed to have this many desirable physical attributes<\/i>, Yifan thinks as he starts the bus\u2019 engine again. It\u2019s become normal for him at that point that way before his shift starts he\u2019s already anticipating his next chance to lay eyes on the guy he believes to be a night class student. It\u2019s not as if he can be sure of the other\u2019s occupation since he\u2019s barely exchanged more than ten words with him. It\u2019s merely an assumption based on the station the brunet always enters from, a tattered backpack slung over his shoulder that looks as if it contains school books. Admittedly it\u2019s not really a solid basis, but it\u2019s all Yifan has to go on until the day he finally mans up and talks to the other.

Tonight doesn\u2019t seem to that night however, all the words dying in Yifan\u2019s throat when the guy passes him. As soon as the other\u2019s found a seat in the third row, he rests his head against the window as if he\u2019s ready to fall asleep. If Yifan could have his way, he would just keep on watching the brunet slumped against the glass pane, looking peaceful and at ease, albeit possibly exhausted. However he can\u2019t have his way unfortunately because he still is the bus driver, and thus has to continue on his route with his attention focused on the street ahead.

Yet his eyes keep on wandering to the rear-view mirror, trying to catch sight of the guy. It doesn\u2019t even come as a surprise anymore at this point when he meets those dark brown eyes head on as soon as his gaze strays from the road. A shiver runs down Yifan\u2019s spine, and he can\u2019t even properly explain what it is about the other that makes his body react like this to something as simple as eye contact. It feels as if there\u2019s something akin to electricity crackling through the air that sends goose bumps over his skin. They\u2019ve been playing this little game for a while now, of catching and holding each other\u2019s gazes, and Yifan doesn\u2019t quite know what to make of it.

At the beginning Yifan thought he was just imagining the burning eyes on his back, courtesy of his own wishful thinking because the other man only reminded Yifan that it has been a while since his last roll in the hay, so to speak. He hasn\u2019t had the chance to look for potential partners, too busy looking through possible evening classes to further indulge his passion for drawing. That is one of the advantages of driving a bus: still having more than enough mental capacities left to tend to your hobbies. Another advantage is undoubtedly meeting passengers like the brunet who\u2019s currently pulling his lips into a lazy smirk\u2014more prominent, this time\u2014as he stretches his arms above his head. To an unknowing passerby it might have looked like a simple gesture of relieving one\u2019s stiff muscles, but Yifan isn\u2019t that clueless anymore. He\u2019s very sure that the only purpose of the movement is to accentuate the muscles rippling beneath smooth skin.

Yifan almost misses the traffic light switching to green, and it\u2019s only after the angry honking of the jeep behind him reaches his ears that he does remember that he\u2019s still behind the steering wheel of his bus. From the corner of his eye he thinks he sees a self-satisfied expression on the other\u2019s face, but he\u2019s intent on keeping his focus on the street ahead from now on. Despite this resolve, his hands are clammy now, throat dry as a slight sheen of sweat starts collecting on his forehead due to the rise in his body temperature. It seems to be constantly rising in his already warm uniform, and all it tells him is that it might be already too late to divert his attention.

It\u2019s the third week since Yifan first saw the other enter the bus, and in a way he thinks he should have his physical reactions under control by now, but it only seems to be getting worse the more often he sees the smaller brunet, the more his imagination kicks in. It provides all the mental pictures his mind comes up with in the most inappropriate moments throughout the day. Then again, the guy isn\u2019t making it any easier for Yifan either, apparently intent on frustrating Yifan to the best of his abilities\u2014and he\u2019s very<\/i> talented in terms of being frustrating.

The thing that takes Yifan off-guard most is that while he does appreciate attractiveness, he usually doesn\u2019t desire people just because of their looks. Not that he has anything against a quick one night stand after an evening of clubbing, but the kind of attraction he feels towards this passenger is stronger than that. It\u2019s more profound, less of an impulsive urge to grind his body against a well-build other body; rather it is a simmering kind of attraction, growing stronger and stronger each time Yifan lays eyes on the other, or catches one of these not-so-subtle flirty glances and sees the dimples appear in the brunet\u2019s cheeks. It\u2019s frankly new for him to feel like this when he doesn\u2019t even know the other\u2019s name yet, and weirdly addicting, so he keeps on looking forward to these encounters even if they make his pulse spike and leave his shirt slightly damp because his blood runs too hot through his veins. To sum it up, the guy makes Yifan feel like a horny teenager again and he can\u2019t even bring himself to mind.

Time always passes slower and faster at the same time once the brunet boards the bus, and thus it seems like it\u2019s both only the blink of an eye and half an eternity later that he nears his route\u2019s last stop, far in the outskirts of the city where no one usually is out on the streets this late at night. He expects the usual routine to start now, with the four or five remaining passengers getting off the bus. The brunet is always last so that he can cast one final gaze at the driver from beneath his lashes. That last look more often than not has Yifan rushing to the bathroom as soon as he gets time to himself. However, when he turns around once the bus comes to a halt, he realizes that this night is a break from the routine because there is no one else left besides the brunet and himself. Yifan\u2019s throat automatically constricts, whether from panic or anticipation, he doesn\u2019t know.

He waits for the other to get up, to pass by him with that twinkle in his eyes the way he always does at the last stop, but weirdly enough the brunet doesn\u2019t seem intent on following his usual plan of action tonight. Instead he remains in his seat, hot gaze fixed right back on the tall blond, and Yifan immediately feels the conflicting urge to either preen or squirm from the attention.

This is his chance. He doesn\u2019t know why, what\u2019s different, whether it\u2019s simply the fact that they\u2019re both alone on this last stop, or whether the brunet has lost his patience as well. He doesn\u2019t care to question it much however as a silent understanding passes between them\u2014or at least Yifan assumes it\u2019s an understanding because when he starts the bus again to continue on to the secluded bus park, the other remains seated, looking utterly calm. Yifan can only guess that beneath the surface he\u2019s just as jittery as the driver himself is. Or perhaps he\u2019s not. Perhaps it\u2019s impossible to be as jittery as Yifan is in that moment.

In order to calm his nerves, Yifan parks the bus with an amount of precision and perfectionism he\u2019s never before displayed when maneuvering the vehicle into its final resting position for the night. It\u2019s all so that he can force himself to breathe evenly, hoping to slow down the pulse that\u2019s thundering in his ears. Perhaps that way he can at least not appear<\/i> like a horny teenager, despite feeling like one. The routine of the actions gives him some resemblance of calmness, but it only takes one look at the brunet to shred all his efforts into tiny pieces once more.

He isn\u2019t sure whether it\u2019s just the fault of his elevated senses or the anticipation prickling in goosebumps along his skin, but the other looks even more gorgeous with the orange lights of the parking lot playing over his features. Despite looking more handsome than anyone else Yifan has ever seen before, it\u2019s not the other\u2019s attractiveness that prompts Yifan to lift slowly from his driver\u2019s seat as soon as he has shut the engine off\u2014effectively plunging the bus into darkness when its lights go out\u2014no, it are the other\u2019s eyes that draw the blond in; it have always been the other\u2019s eyes that made Yifan weak during the games they played. There is something to those dark brown orbs that makes Yifan unable to resist, an internal tug pulling him forwards until he slows to a halt in front of the row the brunet has chosen to sit in when he boarded the bus.

His breath catches in his throat and red blossoms on his cheeks when he sees that the other\u2019s pants are undone, one hand disappeared beneath the fabric. It\u2019s really not rocket science to guess what the other is doing, and going by the colour in his face and the way his breath comes out in light puffs\u2014not to count the tent in his boxers Yifan can see whenever the smaller moves his hand down enough to accentuate the head of his cock\u2014the brunet seems to be ahead of Yifan in terms of arousal. Not that the sight doesn\u2019t make a sharp, hot wave of want hit Yifan right in the stomach, his cock stirring to life immediately.

His brain summons up pictures of just a few minutes prior, when the two of them had still been eye-fucking each other, and suddenly he realizes that he hadn\u2019t imagined the light blush dusting the other\u2019s cheeks, or the funny expressions on the other\u2019s face. The brunet had already been jerking himself off ever since the last remaining passenger had gotten off two stops before the final one. Yifan wonders whether the fact shouldn\u2019t put him off because jerking off while looking at the bus driver surely is a quite perverted thing to do, but seriously, who is Yifan to judge, standing there half-hard and about to fuck a passenger on the bus he drives for a living\u2014he\u2019s not the slightest bit better than the other and he also doesn\u2019t care.

\u201cWell\u2026\u201d the husky voice pulls Yifan out of his trance and he notices how he has been staring at the other\u2019s lap, his own erection growing with each slow pump of the other\u2019s hand. The blond has half a mind to be embarrassed but if the other starts to pleasure himself so shamelessly where Yifan can easily see him, he should be prepared to be stared at. Nonetheless Yifan wills his eyes to travel up from the other\u2019s crotch, over his flimsily covered chest, erect nipples easily visible beneath the thin white fabric, passing the delicious collarbones that just scream to be licked and bitten at, until he finally settles on the smaller\u2019s face. A slow smile spreads across his features now that he has Yifan\u2019s attention, and he adds, \u201c\u2026 hello there. Mr. Bus driver<\/i>.\u201d

And Yifan decides that it are not just this stranger\u2019s eyes, but also the pitch of his voice and the way he almost seems to purr the last words that affects Yifan just as much, a pleasant shiver running down his spine. If there was any reason left within the taller, any exhibitions against fucking a passenger on his bus, they\u2019re sure to be gone by now. With two big steps he\u2019s standing right in front of where the other is seated, happy that his bus has wider rows towards the front because else it would not have been possible for him to tower over the brunet the way he does, forcing the other to tilt his head back to look at him.

\u201cI decided to get started already, I hope you don\u2019t mind,\u201d the smaller man says, and his words almost sound like he\u2019s genuinely concerned, but that smirk of his tells Yifan otherwise.

For some reason all of Yifan\u2019s nervousness dissipates in that moment, arousal growing rapidly as he continues to watch the scene unravel. \u201cAnd what if I did mind?\u201d he asks, his voice a few octaves deeper than usual, and because the adrenaline makes him feel bold he adds, \u201cWhat if I had been the one who wanted to make you hard?\u201d

He doesn\u2019t know what to expect, perhaps a low moan, but instead the other\u2019s smirk just seems to stretch wider. \u201cWell, then we wouldn\u2019t have a problem because just seeing you in that uniform is enough to get me hard,\u201d the smaller man responds with that husky voice of his, and Yifan bites back a moan at the unexpectedly lewd words falling from such an innocent looking face. If there\u2019s one thing the other isn\u2019t, it\u2019s innocent, Yifan is sure of that by now.

Without waiting for an answer from the blond, the smaller man uses his unoccupied hand to grab at the tie of Yifan\u2019s uniform, forcing him to bend down until the brunet can surge up enough to ghost his lips against Yifan\u2019s. \u201cAnd on top of being hot, it\u2019s also a very useful uniform.\u201d Any possible answer of Yifan\u2019s is muffled when the other closes the last millimetres between them, smashing his lips against the taller one\u2019s. It has little finesse and a lot of raw lust, and Yifan finds that all his remaining cautions fly out of the window. There is a little voice inside his head that reprimands him that for one, the other is virtually a stranger and two, they are essentially at Yifan\u2019s work place, but it is immediately quieted by the other\u2019s tongue prodding at his lips, gaining entrance with little resistance.

He lets out a quiet moan when the smaller man\u2019s tongue starts mapping out his mouth, and Yifan feels strangely out of control, bent at a not exactly comfortable level, unable to move since he is being held in place by his tie, the other dominating the kiss. In order to regain at least some of the control, he threads one hand into the smaller man\u2019s hair\u2014relishing in how soft it feels, connecting that with how soft the other\u2019s lips are and imagining how soft the brunet\u2019s skin must be as well\u2014and uses the leverage to tilt the other\u2019s head back even further, sucking on the other\u2019s tongue at the same time. Finally he hears a low moan rumble from the man\u2019s throat, and it spurs him to repeat the action, his second hand grabbing the other\u2019s shoulder to steady himself in his bent-down position.

Yifan has no idea how long they stay like this, just kissing with Yifan almost forgetting about their awkward positions when the brunet\u2019s hand finally lets go of his tie to find its way below Yifan\u2019s shirt, stroking along the faint outline of his abs softly, touch enough to send the blond\u2019s nerve endings alight. He notices how the other\u2019s second hand is still buried in his pants, his movements having sped up a little ever since their kiss started, and a sharp spark of annoyance shoots through Yifan\u2019s veins. It\u2019s not fair that the other is stroking his own erection while Yifan\u2019s is still aching within his pants. Using the hand that had been holding onto the smaller man\u2019s shoulder, he reaches for the other\u2019s wrist, pulling his arm away from his pants. In his surprise the other doesn\u2019t even resist, only releases a displeased whine when his cock loses the friction his palm was providing.

Yifan withdraws from the kiss, far enough that he can look at the other\u2019s expression and see the look of annoyance and a slight hint of involuntary betrayal in lust-darkened eyes because he hasn\u2019t let go of the other\u2019s wrist. \u201cI can\u2019t let you have fun all by yourself when I\u2019m right here.\u201d

It seems to be the right thing to say because the younger\u2019s eyes darken further, and Yifan doesn\u2019t even have the time to contemplate the shadow of mischief he saw hushing over the other\u2019s features before he\u2019s greeted with a smirk that he\u2019s already familiar with. \u201cWell, if that\u2019s the case\u2026\u201d

The brunet doesn\u2019t finish his sentence, instead moving to grab at the taller man\u2019s hips with both of his hands\u2014Yifan is caught between being utterly disgusted and turned on at the same time by the other\u2019s precum stained fingers pressing into his dark blue uniform jacket. It doesn\u2019t take more than a gentle urging from the smaller man, a soft squeeze and a well-aimed push for Yifan to let himself be maneuvered onto the seat next to where the brunet sat. Only split-seconds after he has sat down there is a warm body pressed against his as the other immediately crawls onto his lap, his knees on both sides of Yifan, hands braced against the taller\u2019s shoulders to keep his balance much like Yifan had done it before. Without a second of hesitation the brunet surges forward to connect their lips again, and Yifan\u2019s hands automatically curl around the other\u2019s hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles that draw a low hum from the other.

\u201cFigured it would be a bit more comfortable like this,\u201d the smaller explains between kisses.

\u201cThanks, that\u2019s very attentive\u2026?\u201d Yifan lets his sentence trail off in a question since he doesn\u2019t know with which name to end his appreciation of the other\u2019s consideration. He wonders whether he should have just asked the other clearly, worrying that he left his implied question too vague for it to be properly heard. But the other draws back from where he\u2019s been sucking soft bruises into Yifan\u2019s neck, a small smile playing on his features when he leans towards Yifan\u2019s mouth again.

\u201cYixing,\u201d he whispers against Yifan\u2019s lips and the taller sighs a little in contentment because finally, finally<\/i> he can give a name to the guy that\u2019s been occupying his mind for so long now, can put a name onto his tongue for when he pleasures himself while imagining it are the smaller man\u2019s hands that are stroking along his length instead of his own.

\u201cThat\u2019s a very pretty name, Yixing,\u201d he compliments, and as if knowing the other\u2019s name gave him some newfound confidence, he lets his hands dart below the other\u2019s wifebeater, finally coming into contact with warm skin. It\u2019s just as soft as he had imagined and Yixing shivers on top of him when Yifan lets his fingers glide over his ribs.

\u201cI am\u2026\u201d he begins to give his own name in return, but he\u2019s interrupted by Yixing grinning at him knowingly.

\u201cYifan, I know,\u201d the smaller man proudly declares, moving one hand from the blond\u2019s shoulder and brushing over the fabric under the name tag pinned to his uniform, applying enough pressure that even through two layers of clothes Yifan can still feel the friction against his nipples. It\u2019s enough to draw a little gasp from him, but Yixing is obviously not pleased with the reaction yet. He leans forward, licking Yifan\u2019s earlobe before taking it into his mouth and sucking, while at the same time bucking his hips forward so that their clothed erections press together.

The breath catches in Yifan\u2019s throat as his fingers involuntarily tighten their grip on the smaller man\u2019s hips, a stuttering, half-broken moan falling from his lips as a sudden spike of arousal rolls over his body. And that\u2019s only from the brunet rocking against him with barely any skin contact yet. Yifan doesn\u2019t quite know how long he\u2019ll last at this rate; it\u2019s clearly been too long for him and he\u2019s more riled up than he expected himself to be. Yixing shows no mercy however, repeating the motion of bringing their crotches together, and when Yifan bucks up to meet him\u2014it\u2019s not as if he has any control over the motion, his hips twitching on their own accord\u2014the other throws his head back, baring a delicious throat that just screams for Yifan\u2019s mouth to attach itself to it.

He knows that throats are erogenous zones, yielding very favourable reactions when stimulated correctly, but the way Yixing\u2019s breath hitches as he releases a high-pitched whine, squirming away from Yifan and clinging closer at the same time as his hands fist tightly into the driver\u2019s jacket, is unexpected to the least. The sound and the movement are so entrancing that Yifan keeps his lips connected to the brunet\u2019s neck, moving sideways and downwards with scraping teeth and soothing tongue, stopping occasionally to suck light bruises into the other\u2019s unblemished skin. It has Yixing positively thrashing in his hold, unrestrained moans falling from his slightly swollen lips as he keeps on grinding his groin against the taller man\u2019s. Yifan can feel their cocks brush together even through the various layers of clothes and it makes him release an answering low groan.

His uniform slacks, while far from being as constricting as the jeans he wears when he\u2019s not at work, become more and more uncomfortable as his arousal grows with every sound of the other\u2019s voice, with every touch of his fingertips beneath Yifan\u2019s shirt. There is definitely too much fabric between them, and Yifan tugs urgently at the smaller man\u2019s wife beater, urging him to lift his arms and take the obstructing piece of clothing off. The street lights shining in through the windows are the only source of illumination inside the bus but with his eyes already adjusted to the low lighting, Yifan has no trouble studying every single detail of Yixing\u2019s upper body. His arms and collarbones already suggested it but with his shirt out of the way it\u2019s glaringly obvious just how well-built the smaller man is, smooth skin pulling taut over strong yet lean muscles, abs firmly outlined. It makes Yifan feel slightly jealous and unbelievably aroused at the same time to watch Yixing\u2019s muscles ripple as he moves.

\u201cLike what you see?\u201d The mischievous smile is back again, and Yifan decides that he definitely liked the breathless moans better\u2014even though that dimple is a sight that makes his heart miss a beat, and for a reason entirely different from arousal\u2014so he leans forward to flick his tongue over one of the perk nipples. They are a dark contrast against Yixing\u2019s otherwise pale chest, drawing Yifan\u2019s attention to them immediately. As he planned, Yixing\u2019s cocky words die on his lips, being replaced by hitching breaths and stuttering hips. \u201cIt\u2019s only fair\u2014\u201c Yixing starts, but his words get broken by a gasp when Yifan bites his nipple before darting his tongue over it to soothe it. \u201cThey\u2019re hot, but clothes off,\u201d Yixing bites out, apparently trying to chop his sentence down to its most necessary parts in order to get his message across between his panting.

Yifan only then takes notice of how his hair is essentially plastered to his forehead with sweat, his shirt and pants clinging to his skin because his uniform is definitely hot<\/i>, and not in the way that draws Yixing in\u2014or not only<\/i> in that way\u2014but rather in the way that makes Yifan feel as if he\u2019s entered a sauna. So he\u2019s really all too eager to get out of his clothes, aiding the smaller in pulling of his jacket before throwing it carelessly into the row behind them. Yixing leans back a little, as if to admire the new view, and Yifan can already see that dark shadow flickering over his eyes; part lust and part playfulness. His hands come up to grab at both sides of Yifan\u2019s collar, and the slight tensing of his arms is all the warning Yifan needs to hurriedly catch Yixing\u2019s wrists, preventing the other from simply ripping his shirt open and sending its buttons scattering.

Yixing pouts a little when Yifan pries his grip away, forcing him to release the fabric. \u201cI still need that shirt to get home,\u201d the blond explains, letting go of Yixing and instead moving to undo the buttons of his shirt as quickly as he can with shaky hands.

\u201cSuch a spoilsport,\u201d Yixing complains, huffing in dissatisfaction. Yifan doesn\u2019t know why, but those words light something inside of him, this desire to wipe the other\u2019s playfulness and teasing away and replacing it with pleasure great enough to make the other unable to form one coherent thought, let alone a sentence. So even while one hand\u2019s still working at opening his shirt\u2019s buttons, his second hand slides around the brunet\u2019s waist, coming to a halt at the small of his back, low enough that his fingers are brushing below Yixing\u2019s pants. With all the strength he can manage, he pulls the other\u2019s lower body forward. He observes Yixing try to bite back a moan but fail when Yifan\u2019s hand travels deeper, disappearing below the hem of his jeans, slipping into his boxers easily so that he can finally grope that fine piece of ass he\u2019s been lusting over for so long.

Figuring that now that he\u2019s started his assault, he might as well go all the way, Yifan lets his fingers slide along Yixing\u2019s ass until he can rub his middle finger over the smaller man\u2019s entrance, relishing in the broken moan it draws from Yixing. Yifan\u2019s erection within his pants gives a painful twitch, and he can only imagine the angry red it must be coloured by now. With his shirt fully opened, he immediately moves to undo his pants as well. He almost expected some sort of comment from Yixing about that, but the other seems to be too lost in the sensation of Yifan rubbing over his hole, hips tilting to allow the other better access.

Yifan is tempted to believe that he finally got the better of Yixing, but then the smaller locks eyes with him, and Yifan\u2019s throat tightens. With nimble fingers, Yixing pulls Yifan\u2019s shirt off the taller\u2019s shoulders before pushing his own hips backwards and further into the touch of Yifan\u2019s hand. In the same moment, he leans forward to suck at Yifan\u2019s nipple as some sort of payback for the other\u2019s previous actions. It makes the driver\u2019s brain short circuit, the influx of sensations\u2014Yixing\u2019s mouth, his skin, his scent, his voice, his everything\u2014too much for him to take at once, and the little semblance of control he thought he had slips from his grasp before he can even begin to think about it.

Instead he\u2019s left helplessly moaning and groaning, especially when he suddenly feels a small hand sneak its way into his boxers and wrap around his erection. His breath catches at the feeling, and the way Yixing hums around his nipples, almost as if he was signalling his approval for Yifan\u2019s cock, doesn\u2019t help either.

\u201cHow\u2014nghhh<\/i>,\u201c he cuts his question off, both because Yixing flicks his wrist in a particularly aggravating manner in that moment, and because he isn\u2019t quite sure how to continue either way. How far do you want to take this<\/i>? he thinks about asking, or How do you want me to fuck you<\/i>? or perhaps even How did we get into this situation in the first place<\/i>?

He isn\u2019t sure whether Yixing even heard his question, his voice too breathy in between groans and low moans, or if he could figure out what Yifan was trying to ask with the single interrogative. Instead of answering, the smaller man lets go of Yifan\u2019s nipples in favour of pressing their chests together, capturing Yifan\u2019s parted lips in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. Yifan kisses back like a drowning man gasping for air, feeling as if he hasn\u2019t kissed Yixing\u2019s soft lips in way too long when in reality it might not have even been minutes.

\u201cWait a moment,\u201d Yixing says after pulling back, his hand disappearing from Yifan\u2019s cock and his thighs lifting from Yifan\u2019s. The taller is prepared to whine in protest, but then he sees Yixing quickly step out of his shoes so that he can pull his pants and boxers down, leaving him stark naked. Instead of immediately moving back to his previous position however he looks around, his gaze settling on something to Yifan\u2019s right.

\u201cYou too,\u201d the brunet instructs without even looking at Yifan as he bends down to search for something in his backpack, and the sight of Yixing bent over, his ass sticking out, makes Yifan\u2019s mouth water. At first his mind draws a blank as for what the smaller could mean, staring as Yixing stands up straight again with one hand against his hips and a condom and a package of lube in the other. It\u2019s only after Yixing raises an eyebrow expectantly at him that Yifan realizes what exactly the other asked of him. Without further ado he lifts off the seat a little, enough to pull his pants and boxers down. They pool around his ankles as his erection finally, finally<\/i> springs free, and Yifan shivers a little at the rush of cold air against his hot flesh. The seat feels slightly sticky when he lowers himself back down, but he doesn\u2019t have long to contemplate before Yixing is back in his lap, pressing eager kisses to Yifan\u2019s lips as he pushes the lube and condom into the taller man\u2019s hands.

\u201cYou know what to do, right?\u201d he asks in a husky voice, and Yifan can\u2019t tell whether Yixing wants to tease him or whether it\u2019s meant to be an actual question. Instead of answering, Yifan choses to bite the other\u2019s lower lip by means of reprimanding him, and at the same time his hands fumble behind Yixing\u2019s back to tear open the lube package. Suddenly a question pops up in his mind and he\u2019s unable to stop himself from voicing it.

\u201cSo do you carry around lube and condoms wherever you go, or did you plan on this to happen?\u201d Yifan wonders, half teasing and half curious as he covers his fingers with the liquid from the package, taking care to leave enough for his own erection later on.

\u201cWell, I did tell you about how your uniform always gets me hard, didn\u2019t I?\u201d the smaller responds, lifting up on his knees a little and tilting his hips back to give Yifan better access. \u201cSo you better hurry and fuck me already, I think I\u2019ve waited long enough for this.\u201d

Yifan finds he can\u2019t add anything to that, so he doesn\u2019t. Instead he circles his lube-covered fingers around Yixing\u2019s rim, pushing the first finger in when Yixing pushes back against him with a low moan. The slide in is easy at the beginning, Yixing huffing out impatient breaths when Yifan tries to take his time in stretching the other out properly.

\u201cHurry up already, I\u2019m not made from glass,\u201d he complains when Yifan pumps one finger in and out, not yet adding a second one. With a raised eyebrow the taller man takes in Yixing\u2019s flushed cheeks and his mouth that hangs open as he pants heavily, and Yifan\u2019s cock agrees that they better speed up this stretching process a little. Within a minute Yifan is three fingers into Yixing, the younger\u2019s arms shaking slightly as he braces himself on the blond\u2019s shoulders, forcefully trying to control his breathing and relax around the intrusion. It takes Yifan entirely too long in his books, but after trying out varying angles he finally finds the one that rips a surprised keen from Yixing as the smaller man begins to grind back onto the other\u2019s long fingers. \u201cTh-There<\/i>,\u201d he whines in a high-pitched voice that makes pure lust stir in Yifan\u2019s gut, and he makes sure to let the tips of his fingers push into that exact spot over and over again. He only stops when he notices the tremble in the other\u2019s thighs and just when he\u2019s about to pull his fingers out, Yixing is already reaching for the condom package.

He rips it open with his teeth because he needs one hand for balance, and a groan rumbles low in Yifan\u2019s throat at the sight, escalating into a moan when Yixing loses no time to slip the latex onto Yifan\u2019s erection. The younger takes it onto himself to coat Yifan\u2019s length thoroughly with lube, his fingers moving up and down Yifan\u2019s cock and squeezing at all the right times to make Yifan lose a little more of his mind with every stroke. His fingers have long since stopped thrusting, just resting inside the smaller man\u2019s ass, and Yixing clenches slightly around them as he presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to the corner of Yifan\u2019s mouth. It\u2019s enough to get Yifan back to reality and he withdraws his fingers immediately.

A shudder runs through Yixing\u2019s body at the motion, but Yifan doesn\u2019t get enough time to relish it because Yixing immediately shifts until he\u2019s positioned right above Yifan\u2019s cock, his hand reaching behind him to guide it to his entrance. All throughout he holds Yifan\u2019s gaze, wordless understanding passing between them that neither of them will suddenly chicken out of this, both too far gone at that point. And without waiting for any further verbal confirmation, Yixing sinks down onto Yifan\u2019s cock much quicker than the taller expected, and he barely gets time to process what happened before he\u2019s engulfed by a tight heat, a strangled moan on his lips as his hands grip at Yixing\u2019s hips again.

As soon as Yifan\u2019s cock is fully buried inside of him Yixing stills, legs bent at an awkward angle as he straddles Yifan, allowing him to sink down as deep as possible. His face is slightly scrunched up, obviously affected by the stretch despite his eagerness to take all of Yifan in as quickly as possible. Trying to distract him, Yifan rubs soothing circles into his skin and mouths along his collarbones gently. It seems to do the trick because after a few controlled breaths, Yixing nods\u2014either to himself or Yifan, the taller can\u2019t really tell\u2014and begins to move by rolling his hips experimentally. When it draws a simultaneous moan from both of them the younger repeats the motion before lifting up from Yifan\u2019s lap a little and sinking back down again.

Yifan is unsure of whether he\u2019s allowed to move yet or whether Yixing\u2019s still experimenting what feels good by himself, so he does his best to refrain from thrusting up into the other. The way Yixing moves on top of him is already enough to make him go breathless as pleasure shoots through his veins. Bouncing on his lap like this, skin glistening with sweat, eyes half lidded and his mouth hanging open, Yixing looks absolutely debauched and Yifan is loving it<\/i>. In his absentmindedness Yifan forgets about keeping an eye on his self-restraints and when Yixing grinds down onto him, his hips stutter, thrusting upwards into the welcoming warmth. The brunet\u2019s eyes fly open all of a sudden as a keen leaves his lips, and Yifan knows he\u2019s found his prostate. It has their actions gain an elevated sense of urgency, the steady rhythm Yixing had been working up getting quicker and quicker and Yifan finds himself stumbling to keep up.

\u201cI\u2019m kinda surprised,\u201d Yixing breathes against Yifan\u2019s neck when he pulls himself up, just to fall right back down and Yifan is half impressed, half annoyed that the other does still sound coherent after all. And so smug at that<\/i>. \u201cI would\u2019ve\u2014ahh<\/i>,\u201d Yixing cuts himself off with a moan as his prostate is hit head-on again, continuing his sentence either way, \u201d\u2014would\u2019ve thought that you would fuck me.\u201d

Yifan\u2019s brain grapples to make sense of the sentence, but he draws a blank. Collecting all the breath he can and hoping it\u2019s enough, he retorts, \u201cThe last time I checked my cock was buried in your ass, and to me that sounds very much as if I\u2019m fucking you.\u201d

Yixing has stilled his movements, perhaps to allow Yifan to talk, or perhaps to allow both of them to catch their breath. He looks at Yifan as if the other has said exactly what he wanted to hear, as if he is a fish which took the bait on first throw. \u201cNo,\u201d the brunet declares in a surprisingly final tone and even though his features had been distorted in pleasure just a few moments prior he still manages to look surprisingly haughty. \u201cRight now you\u2019re not fucking me. I\u2019m fucking myself on your cock, that\u2019s a huge difference.\u201d

Yifan raises an eyebrow in a mock questioning manner. \u201cOh, I see. Is that how it is?\u201d He reads the younger\u2019s words for what they are: a provocation for Yifan to be more demanding, more dominant. Even though he\u2019s feeling slightly lightheaded already from the blood boiling with lust in his veins, out of breath and panting, he finds himself more than eager to take on the challenge the younger just thrust at him. A new spike of arousal makes his cock twitch\u2014he\u2019s pleased to see how Yixing\u2019s expression betrays his pleasure\u2014and it feels as if some sort of switch has been turned on.

\u201cWell, it certainly would be a shame then if you looked forward to being fucked by me and I didn\u2019t grant you your wish,\u201d Yifan says with a surprising calmness, self-assuredness he didn\u2019t know he had oozing from his words. Despite still being short of breath, hands shaking slightly from the burst of adrenaline thrumming in his veins, he feels their roles change. He\u2019s in charge now and he feels a rush of excitement at the thought.

Yixing responds with a soft purr, gyrating his hips where he\u2019s seated on Yifan\u2019s cock without lifting himself up, \u201cIt would be a shame indeed.\u201d

It\u2019s all that it takes for Yifan to stroke up Yixing\u2019s inner thighs, leaving goosebumps and soft shivers in his wake, strategically skirting the other\u2019s erection, and coming up to wrap his hands around Yixing\u2019s hips. An impatient whine leaves Yixing\u2019s lips when Yifan holds him in place. A slow smirk spreads on Yifan\u2019s features, mirroring the one the other had flashed at him all evening, and he uses the moment of surprise to half push, half lift Yixing off his lap. The smaller gasps softly when Yifan\u2019s cock slides out of him, surprise having his eyes widen as he looks at Yifan with an air of betrayal. But the blond doesn\u2019t let him get any complaints out before he stands up, finally using his height to his advantage as it\u2019s Yixing this time who has to tilt his head back to look up at him.

Yifan bends down, but only slightly, only enough to catch Yixing\u2019s lips in another kiss, his hands on Yixing\u2019s lower back pulling the smaller one in and raising him onto his tip toes to secure him against Yifan\u2019s chest. The position has their erections brushing against each other, without any clothes between them this time, and Yixing gives a high, needy whine in the back of his throat, his hips moving as if he\u2019s trying to create as much friction for his erection as possible. Yifan feels the tenseness drain a little from the body beneath his fingers when Yixing relaxes into the kiss, still desperate but slightly pacified by the way Yifan is stroking the inside of his mouth with his tongue.

It\u2019s when he feels that the other has left his guard down that Yifan tightens his grip on the smaller hips, using his strength once more to make the other turn around, one arm snuck around Yixing\u2019s waist while the other pushes between his shoulder blades, effectively folding the smaller one in the middle and making his hands catch of the backrest of the seat as he falls forward. Yixing yelps, and Yifan immediately follows him down, his own chest pressed against Yixing\u2019s back as his cock already pokes at the other\u2019s entrance again.

\u201cSo you want me to fuck you?\u201d he asks darkly, his breath ghosting against Yixing\u2019s neck and making a shiver run down his spine as his knees seem to buck.

\u201cYes<\/i>,\u201d the brunet pushes back against Yifan, but the taller holds him in place, debating on whether or not he wants to drag this game out even longer. His own cock is throbbing painfully however, screaming for release and for being emerged in Yixing again, so he decides to cut the teasing short.

\u201cThen I will. I will fuck you until you forget your own name.\u201d Yifan hisses, and while he knows it\u2019s a clich\u00e9d line it still has Yixing moan wantonly.

\u201cPlease<\/i>,\u201d the smaller says, and after a split second he adds, \u201cAs long as I will still know your name so that I can scream it when I come.\u201d

Yixing is good at playing him, Yifan notes when he only barely manages to bite back the moan threatening to escape his mouth at the idea of his name spilling from Yixing\u2019s lips when the younger orgasms. \u201cOh, I\u2019ll make you scream it already way before you come. Don\u2019t worry, I\u2019ll make sure I\u2019ll fuck you until you don\u2019t know anything<\/i> but my name anymore.\u201d

And with that Yifan presses in again with one forceful thrust, pushing Yixing forward and closer towards the seat as he takes the smaller off-guard, a strangled moan leaving Yixing\u2019s lips that rises in pitch when Yifan pulls out just to slam back in again. He\u2019s still bent forward to cover Yixing\u2019s back, the angle taking a bit of the force away with which he can thrust in but this way he can press kisses along Yixing\u2019s spine, making soft gasps leave the younger\u2019s lips in between moans. He tries his best to aim for different angles even with the limited freedom of movement he has in this position, and he grunts involuntarily when Yixing suddenly lets out a small scream.

A half-smirk forms on the taller man\u2019s features as he drives into the spot again, but the keen that it draws from Yixing makes him moan in reaction, and Yifan deciding that he doesn\u2019t have time to be smug. He can feel his release getting closer, and in that moment it\u2019s only about the both of them chasing their pleasure. When he rubs his thumb over Yixing\u2019s nipple, the other throws his head back and his breath hitches, sounding almost like a sob. Having anticipated Yixing\u2019s reaction, Yifan immediately uses the opportunity to lean closer until he can nibble at the other\u2019s throat, and it makes Yixing wild<\/i>.

An unbroken string of high-pitched moans rips from the smaller man\u2019s throat, his body moving against and away from Yifan\u2019s at the same time. Yixing\u2019s hips grind back to meet Yifan\u2019s cock as it glides in and out of him, his back arching against the other\u2019s chest while he tries to shy away from the assault to his neck at the same time. However Yifan\u2019s arms around his body prevent the brunet from being able to move away from the taller man\u2019s mouth.

Feeling the pleasure coil tighter and tighter in his stomach, a the telltale sign that Yifan won\u2019t last much longer, the driver moves his lips away from Yixing\u2019s skin, but only a little, staying close enough that his hot breath continues to ghost over the other\u2019s neck. He drives in with one particularly hard thrust, making Yixing inhale sharply before a sound of desperation leaves his throat at Yifan\u2019s ceased movements. The smaller man grinds his hips back as if he could spur Yifan to move again, but the blond has other plans. \u201cSay my name,\u201d he whispers in a rough voice, accentuating his words by pulling out of Yixing and pushing back in, repeating the action but assuming a much slower pace than the one he had been going at previously.

\u201cYi<\/i>\u2014,\u201c Yixing begins, not getting further when Yifan chooses that exact moment to hit his prostate head on, driving all the air from the smaller man\u2019s lungs. \u201cYi\u2014Yi\u2014Yiii<\/i>-,\u201c he attempts over and over again but Yifan doesn\u2019t let him catch enough breath to formulate the second syllable, his panting and whining cutting through the blond\u2019s name before Yixing can fully voice it.

Yifan preens internally because finally he has the other completely at his mercy. He doesn\u2019t get to relish the feeling for long however since he is at his limit as well, and he doesn\u2019t want to give the other the satisfaction of coming first. So instead he finally wraps his large hand around the other\u2019s cock, the flesh hot in his palm, and he pumps in time with his own hips crashing into Yixing. He can feel the smaller man\u2019s reaction all over his body, from the arched back to the shiver on Yixing\u2019s skin and the clenching of his hole when the younger cums with a stuttering moan, Yifan\u2019s name finally leaving his lips in its whole form as he spurts over Yifan\u2019s hand and the seat in front of him. Even through the aftershocks of his orgasm he still moves to meet the other\u2019s thrusts, and it doesn\u2019t take Yifan more than a few seconds to follow after.

His release is so strong that he momentarily sees stars dance in front of his eyes, and he is caught between drawing in a stuttering breath and whining the other\u2019s name in a high pitched voice. The force with which his cum shoots into the other\u2019s body has Yixing moan lowly again, despite being spent already, as Yifan rides out his orgasm.

They stay in place for a moment, Yixing\u2019s arms and legs trembling slightly from the exertion and rush of adrenaline. Yifan\u2019s breathing is irregular, his heart still thumping in his chest as if he just ran a marathon.

He closes his eyes and forces himself to inhale and exhale slowly in hopes of calming down. A soft pressure against his chest makes him notice that Yixing is trying to straighten his back, instead being met with Yifan still looming over him. Slinging his arms around the other\u2019s body to keep him close for just a moment longer, Yifan half-follows, half-guides Yixing\u2019s movements. Only when the both of them are upright again does the taller man pull out of Yixing, a sound caught between a hiss and a moan escaping the brunet\u2019s lips.

Yifan is frozen in inactiveness as soon as their bodies have separated, his pleasure clouded mind too slow to come up with what to do next even when Yixing is already moving again. The brunet stretches his back, flinching slightly as he seems to reach for the roof with his fingertips. He lets his arms drop back down with a deep exhale.

\u201cWell that<\/i> was fun,\u201d Yixing declares as he pulls up and fastens his pants again, turning around to look at the taller with a brilliant, satisfied smile. Yifan can only look back dumbly as Yixing quickly reaches for the white wifebeater they had discarded first; looking at the cum drying on his chest the brunet seems to halt for a moment before turning to rummage through his bag. \u201cI\u2019m really sorry but I gotta run. My roommate only is at home till eleven and I forgot my keys, so I need to make it back home before then.\u201d Yixing comes back up with a few wet wipes in hand, quickly cleaning the traces of their previous activities from his chest before putting his shirt on.

Not knowing what he\u2019s supposed to answer to that, Yifan chooses to stay silent, quickly taking off the condom and placing it on the ground near the seat to dispose of later before pulling his boxers and trousers back on. When the other turns to face him, their eyes meet and a soft, almost affectionate looking smile lingers on Yixing\u2019s mouth for a moment before he breaks into a grin, the expression accentuating his dimple and making Yifan\u2019s heart stutter.

\u201cI guess I\u2019ll see you around, Mr. Bus driver,\u201d the brunet says, moving forward and pressing a small kiss to the corner of Yifan\u2019s lips, and the elder is too slow to catch him before Yixing has already rushed out of the bus\u2014surprisingly fast considering the slight limp he\u2019s newly acquired. Through the windows he can see the smaller man turn around to wave at him one last time with a smile, casual as if they had just met for a cup of coffee instead of having fucked on a public transport vehicle. Yifan doesn\u2019t even get to raise his hand to wave back before the brunet is already jogging down the expanse of the parking area, quickly disappearing into the darkness. After the shadows have swallowed Yixing\u2019s figure up, Yifan realizes that he didn\u2019t even get the other man\u2019s number.

It\u2019s only now that he\u2019s alone in the silence of the bus that his surroundings properly register with Yifan. He sees Yixing\u2019s cum starting to dry on the seat in front of him, his own jacket and shirt fallen carelessly onto the floor in the row behind and the filled condom resting accusingly next to his feet.

His cheeks burn with a blush so intensely that Yifan thinks he might faint.

-o-<\/center>

Yifan isn\u2019t ready and he knows it. He had been tempted to ask his boss for a different shift because he isn\u2019t quite sure whether he can deal with seeing his perhaps-not-so-secret-crush again, but he tells himself to man up and stand by his actions. And even though it\u2019s largely overshadowed by embarrassment and anxiousness, a small part of him is more than eager to see Yixing again.

When he slows down at Yixing\u2019s usual stop, his palms are sweatier than ever as he clutches the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turn white, a slightly forced smile on his features as he wills himself to keep his cool.

The brunet boards the bus as if today\u2019s just like any other day, flashing Yifan the same coy smile he always does as he passes by the bus driver. The normality should ease some of Yifan\u2019s tension, he reasons, but just the sight of the younger is enough to bring back images of the smaller bent in front of him, his ass sticking into the air, saliva dripping from his open mouth while he pants\u2026. Yifan snaps his eyes back to the street, locking them there when he feels his cock stir.

He manages to keep his attention away from Yixing for longer than he expected, but eventually his gaze falls onto the smaller man. With a shudder he realizes that the other has his eyes trained on him already, but that intense look he\u2019s giving Yifan is not even the worst; of course<\/i> Yixing has taken a seat in the row where Yifan fucked him just the evening prior. When he realizes that he has caught the bus driver\u2019s attention, a glimmer of mischief darts over Yixing\u2019s face as he slowly closes his eyes, face scrunching up in an expression of pleasure, mouth opening for an inaudible moan. The bus is filled with passengers so Yifan is pretty much convinced that the other is only acting.

And yet Yifan\u2019s cock twitches, as does his leg, and the bus gives a short stutter when the driver accidentally presses down on the break. Yixing looks utterly satisfied with himself.

Inhaling deeply, Yifan tries to think of the most disgusting things he can come up with in order to not get hard while he still has the last third of his route ahead of him.

It doesn\u2019t even take another gaze into the rearview mirror for Yifan to know that it\u2019s going to be a hard ride.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17153.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","day 13","ship: lay\/yifan","rating: nc-17"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17063.html","pubDate":"Fri, 20 Nov 2015 02:02:08 GMT","title":"DAY TWELVE \u2605 fancy seeing you here","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17063.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>rideon9095<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 157 canon: Yifan goes to buy a copy (a million copies) of Vogue China magazines because Zhang Yixing is delectable on it. He did not actually think he'd bump into Yixing at all, right after.
Title:<\/b> Fancy seeing you here
Ship:<\/b> Lay\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Word count:<\/b> 3,488 words
Warnings:<\/b> Embarrassing Yifan.
Summary:<\/b> Yifan is too cool to be doing this.
Notes:<\/b> I am so sorry for everything.



In his almost 25 years of existence, he can only count the times that he has done something for someone he really likes because let us be real, he has not liked someone that much to do them a big favor or to do something extravagant to show them his affection. Not when he was in his senior high school and had a crush on the student council president who was not impressed with basketball players, believing they were a faction of human beings who only has big dicks but empty heads. He did not know where she got the notion, but well, he was flattered. Not when he got opened to the idea of swinging both sides and got persuaded by the first homosexual person who confessed to him. They clandestinely played with fire for a period of time, exploring the wonders of sex and whispering sweet words to each other every after orgasm, until he had to fly to Korea to chase his stardom dreams.

Doing these gestures for love is not his style and maybe if it is, he will still think twice about it as it may affect the overall rating of his coolness. His swag self will be at stake and there is nothing in this world that can ruin his cool image (even if only his loving and sweet mother supports his way of thinking).

He does not even know what love is at this point. It is something foreign to him, a subject he is afraid to discuss due to his apprehensions brought by the experiences of people around him and his own disastrous affiliations in the past. His parents got divorced when he was eight and his mother had been into a couple of failed relationships after that until she had decided she is better of alone. There are happily ever after stories out there like his grandparents' or his two friends who are still together after four years undeterred by the distance. However, he thinks it is frightening losing yourself to someone you are not sure can repay the love you give, to want someone to be with you all the time when they can't because of certain unfavorable circumstances, to open your heart with the probability that it can be broken by the same person who makes it beat any time.

That is why he questions himself how a simple idea he had developed into a plan and now he is here executing it in the middle of the fucking night.

This is really ridiculous<\/i>, he repeatedly tells himself while he walks through a cold November evening in the busy streets of Shanghai. It is too late and too dangerous for him to be wandering in a metropolis that never runs out of people. If his managers find out that he went out of the hotel without their knowledge and if his professional detective-like fan ladies see him despite his disguise, he is going to be royally screwed.

He got this all covered. He steals a long-haired wig from his make-up artist, takes out his round fashion glasses that he thinks make his IQ shoot 10 points higher (LOL), and dresses up with a dirty gray tee underneath a lose denim shirt paired with his most baggy pants. He wears his security personnel's old beat up sneakers (Thank god they have the same size! Thank another god they do not smell!) to complete his Jared Leto look. He trusts no one will suspect who he is because he will never ever, in his esteemed lifetime, wear such abomination of clothes.

Everything is going well. No one has noticed who he is or cares how he looks. The nearest 24-hour convenience store in sight is two blocks away from his hotel so he continues to traverse going to his destination, avoiding eye-contact with people and keeping his act as a destitute slave of art looking for cheap cigarette for dinner. He keeps his head down and prays the group of girls with bazooka-looking cameras hanging out in the lobby of the hotel and some on the side of the street have not realized who has walked past them.

He only sighs in relief when he is already in a safe distance, away from the fans and from his security. He can now see the green and red blaring signature lights of the convenience store, almost telling him that he is only a few meters to success. He speeds up a little bit to get over this insane endeavor he puts himself in.

The store only has a total of five people inside including himself, three crew in sight and one other costumer who is waiting for his cup of coffee to fill. He immediately goes to the back where he wants to be, where the magazine stand is located. It is not hard to spot the covers he is looking for. His smile stretches from one ear to another, cheering internally for his triumph, when he sees the two magazines he is dying (and drooling) to own since he saw its previews weeks ago. He does not hesitate to take all the copies on display. He is not ashamed at all that he is hoarding two fashion magazines that are supposed to be for females. Well, he can argue that there are sections for male readers but still the look on the cashier's face when she is punching in 8 pieces of the same titles does not change the fact that homeless hipster looking guy is buying such reading materials.

\"We ran out of bags. Do you want them tied instead?\" The cashier informs him after paying for the items.

He only nods frantically and mutters \"please make it quick\"<\/i> as his stay outside is longer than he expected and because he did not bring his phone, his paranoid manager might send a search party all over the city. He cannot afford to let that happen or his deepest and darkest secret will be known to public and he will be doomed for eternity.

The female staff moves leisurely, ignoring the way he keeps on looking at the door to see if there will be girls coming in that can recognize him. At this hour, thankfully, only night shift workers come in for coffee, too tired and too sleepy to mind other people within the vicinity. But the fact that there are fans lingering nearby and just waiting for him to make an appearance gets him a little bit antsy. No one can catch him buying these magazines.

In his worry, he does not hear when the door creaks open or when someone suddenly stands beside him. His mind is still occupied with running away and getting to his hotel as fast as possible like hoarding magazines at two in the morning did not happen. It takes him exactly six seconds before he notices that there is more than one pair of eyes looking at him. The cashier's face frigid at this point, her mouth is open and she halts bundling the magazines together. That is when he realizes who is beside him.

Holy shit this is not fucking happening.<\/i>

There are no screaming fans outside. There are no flashing of cameras. But there are two tall, maybe taller than him, and bulky men wearing black all over that are standing in front of the store being intimidating and huge.

\"Oh my god. Zhang Yixing.\" The cashier squeals but the said man puts his pointer finger against his lips, signaling her to be quiet. She keeps her mouth shut and just wiggles on her spot, the magazines now forgotten.

And then he panics. He cannot figure out what he will do because Zhang Yixing is here. Standing, breathing, existing beside him and he cannot figure out how to hide himself because there are unpacked magazines by the counter that are not difficult to identify. Obviously, anyone who sees them will think he owns them as he is the only one in the counter. He is the only customer inside aside from Zhang let-me-just-die-because-this-is-too-embarrassing Yixing. They are there, all eight of them where Zhang Yixing was featured (not even on the covers but look what he has done. What more once he poses for GQ and then graces the cover? God knows the sins he will commit when that time comes), for fried chicken's sake; where Zhang Yixing poses almost half naked, wet, attractive, seductively painful to look at that he will never, in million years, will admit he got countless boners whenever he looks at his phone at night as one of the scans is set as his wallpaper. Nope, never ever. And Zhang Yixing witnesses all of it. He wants to pee in his hobo pants.

But Zhang Yixing does not say anything. He just looks in his eyes. Oh god this mortal from heaven knows him. He can see it in those beautiful brown eyes of this beautiful man that he recognizes him despite his awful disguise. His soaring physique and slouching posture of course fucking rings a bell. The shorter man, without a doubt, can figure it out any time. The singer leaves him for a moment to get himself a tub of dark chocolate ice cream and a bag of marshmallows. So very Zhang Yixing, he notes. In a swift second, he returns at the counter to pay for everything and then turns to Jared Leto (or is it John Lennon?) wannabe.

That is it. He needs to run because no one shall know that he purchased something that is obviously Zhang Yixing-related at this hour especially the owner of that face! He gathers all of his magazine babies in his arms, giving no shit if they are still untied, to urgently flee out of the situation. Though, naturally, his body is the most uncoordinated creation of God Almighty and he is not bestowed with a lot of finesse before he was inserted to his mother's womb twenty something years ago, ergo he stumbles on his own feet in his haste and all the magazines he is carrying plunge majestically on the floor, scattering and making themselves more known to Zhang Yixing. This is the proudest time of his life; he feels the urge to cry.

He picks them up one by one, hoping Zhang Yixing will just leave him and his misery on the dirty floor. There is nothing he wants more now than to wake up to his fluffy bed next to his millions of plush toys so that he can make himself believe that this is all a nightmare.

\"I think you need a ride home, my old friend.\" Zhang Yixing coaxes, voice gentle as always. So calming and sweet and it sounds so better than when it is accompanied by static over the phone. He is looking down at him, bag of goods he bought in his hands and waiting for him to finish picking up all the embarrassment he scattered on the floor.

\"I.. uhh.. I am not.. who--\" He mutters, still trying to deny his identity even though it is futile at that very moment, mentally slapping himself for his poor attempt to answer. He is standing upright now, towering the smaller one just like how he remembers when they last saw each other many months ago.

\"It's been a long time. I can drive you back to your place.\" Zhang Yixing tells him and then he faces the watching cashier. \"He's a friend from high school. Fancy seeing him here.\"

The lady only nods and then Yixing is dragging him by his arm; the two men in black scrutinizing him from head to toe. They seem to not trust his appearance but Yixing tells them that he is a friend and is riding with them.

There is no one inside the car aside from the four of them. One of the men is the driver and the other one is sitting in the passenger seat. He, Yixing, and his precious magazines, are alone at the back.

\"Where to?\" The driver asks, eyes not leaving the road.

\"Just drive around for a while.\" Yixing instructs then he pulls the divider of the car down. They are not completely isolated as the partition can only muffle their voices; they still can be seen by the people in front but that is enough privacy compared when they are out in the streets. His heart starts to beat faster because now is the time to talk and explain about the magazines and his disguise and why he needs to do all of those amateur, not to mention moronic, scheme.

He finally removes his wig and glasses to reveal his shaved head, his real identity, his stupidity and Zhang Yixing only fucking laughs. It is kind of mocking but what can a guy like him do? He is foolishly obsessed with the smaller man that he cannot control himself. He is in love and there is no way he can show it but to get out at night to hoard magazines. If there is a solution to this, to this secret long-distance whatever that they cannot and will not label because they have no right, to this feelings that he cannot calm and are only limited to late night occasional phone calls, he will take it to free himself from all of these inexplicable emotions. But, unfortunately, there is no concrete or acceptable (within his standards) explanations to his feelings. All he can do is to be a dim-witted fool since that is what he does best.

And then he sees Yixing smile at him, those perfect dimples appearing. He is beaming at him, only him, and he thinks he will be okay feeling unresolved. This person in front of him is his<\/i> even without confirmation. They do not need to tell each other how they are exclusive in spite of the distance and the concealment. Yixing is touching him, palms caressing his face in a way he remembers so well in that hotel room in Beijing where they last spent a night together, the younger cooped around his arms after they made love in the most passionate manner possible. He leans in to the contact to feel the memory more and to store as much Yixing<\/i> as he can in his mind; his scent, his touch, his everything. He closes his eyes to savor this moment because he knows this will end soon once the ride is over. He knows they will be separated again and only these goddamned magazines will be his only refuge when he misses him. It is hard but he can manage as these touches are what he lives for. Being with Zhang Yixing at the end, maybe in a few years when they are both liberated from their responsibilities and when the world is ready, is what he lives for.

\"I miss you,\" is all he says under his breath. It is the truth and even though he says it almost every day through texts and calls, he will never ever be tired of saying it especially when Yixing is right here within his reach. Maybe he should say more, more powerful words to convey his feelings, but he does not want to put pressure to the smaller man. He is contented like this. When the time is right, he will.

\"I miss you too. I did not know I will see you like this.\" Yixing rests his body against his chest and, instinctively, he wraps his long limbs around his smaller body. It saddens him that Yixing feels so small and fragile unlike the last time he held him. He worries that he is overworking himself again. This is the most depressing part. He can only worry from afar.

Yixing buries his face in his neck, feeling his warm and even breathing on his skin. He wants to stay longer, to hold him longer; to just be with him for more than a few minutes without a care for the thousand spectators around them. But then just like any other stolen time, they have to part and go back to reality.

The kiss only lasts a few seconds until the car stops somewhere around the block of his hotel. Yixing hesitates to let him go which is quite a surprise because when they do these secret meetings, it is always him who clings and Yixing is the one who keeps their actions on check. He does not believe that the smaller man's arms are still encased around his torso, his head shaking and muttering something like \"please just a little bit more\"<\/i> but his voice is muffled by his clothes so he is not sure if he is just imagining it or what. He gently pushes Yixing off of him to wear his disguise back. This is really time to go even if he wants to give Yixing a lot of kisses and tell him the words he oh so wants to say but can't.

\"Here.\" Yixing fishes out a duffel bag under the seats and hands it to him. \"Put them here.\"

\"What?\"

\"The magazines. Or are you going to let people see you bought an intriguing number?\"

He remembers that he still has not explained why he bought all those magazines and why he was in disguise. He figures Yixing already gets it and does not pry anymore. Knowing each other for almost a decade, he assumes Yixing discerns how his chicken brain works. There is no further explanation needed and he deeply hopes the younger can fathom the underlying meaning in these actions.

He obeys and puts the magazines inside. He figures he does not need to wear the disguise anymore but Yixing tells him to keep it as people might find out whose car he got off and it will be dangerous for them if it happens. The driver informs them that they are parked on the side street for too long and if they won't move now they might get towed.

\"I need to go.\" He says and kisses Yixing's lips one last time, not giving a damn about the two body guards looking at them through the rear view mirror. Yifan realizes they are new but maybe if Yixing can trust them, he can too.

\"I'll call you,\" Yixing promises. He knows he will but in an indefinite time. He is aware that the other is busy flying in and out of the country to perform his duties as a member of the group he once belonged alongside his commitments as an actor in their home land. It pains him to see Yixing exhaust his body like this. If the choice is in him, he would want Yixing to just come home and be with him so that he could take care of him all the time. But he knows Yixing is a man of honor and he would never break his word so he would stay with the group until the end even if he is killing his body to please the company and millions of fans. It is not enough that Yixing always assures him that he is fine and that he does not have to worry. He will always end up worrying.

Yifan hops down the car without looking back, only his duffel bag with him as he walks back to his hotel. His fangirls are still there even at this hour, ignoring him when he walks past them towards the direction of the elevators. He contemplates if he will go to the bar first to have some drinks before he sleeps. He thinks he needs something to burn the lingering distinct flavor of Yixing on his tongue. It will only make him sad if he can repeatedly taste him when he cannot be with him. But then he remembers he has a filming tomorrow morning and showing up with a hangover on the set is not so professional. He decides to sulk in his room and wallow in the pain that is Zhang Yixing.

From: Little Bunny<\/b>

I am happy I saw you tonight. I miss you a lot, Yifan.

From: Little Bunny<\/b>

And thank you for buying my magazines. Just please don't jerk off while looking at them. I prefer I do it for you when we're together :p

He is okay with it all, with doing all these grand gestures of love that he vowed he would not do for anyone as long as it is Zhang Yixing he does it for. He has no problem being a fool in love or dropping his cool ratings as long as he can make Zhang Yixing happy in his own peculiar ways. He throws his body on the bed and grunts. Yixing is really insufferable and fuck it all, he is dementedly in love with him.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/17063.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","rating: pg-13","ship: lay\/yifan","day 12"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/16737.html","pubDate":"Fri, 20 Nov 2015 02:00:40 GMT","title":"DAY TWELVE \u2605 come hither, my dear","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/16737.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>kriscasso<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 135 Yifan has been expected to be the one who's running things in every relationship he's been in so far. At heart Yifan is submissive and just wants to be taken care of and let someone else take the lead for once. But where is a sub like him going to find a dom that will actually want him?
Title:<\/b> Come Hither, My Dear
Ship:<\/b> Suho\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Word count:<\/b> 3,500 words
Summary:<\/b> Joonmyun shows Yifan what it really means to take charge.
Notes:<\/b> The fic is unbetaed and I'm sorry if this is not exactly what the prompt called for.

Yifan wakes up bright and early to the lovely aroma of freshly brewed coffee in the air. He hates mornings, but a piping hot cup of joe is just what he needs to wake himself up.

In the kitchen he finds Joonmyun, his boyfriend, busy at work. Every burner on the stove is occupied and a few plates are scattered across the countertop. The smaller male buzzes around checking on this and that for a while until he notices Yifan standing by the small entrance with a stupid smile on his face. Everything is forgotten when their eyes meet.

\u201cYou\u2019re awake. I hope you slept well,\u201d Joonmyun exclaims as he pulls Yifan in for a hug and good morning kiss. Yifan responds by holding onto his boyfriend, resting their foreheads together.

\u201cYou know you have to let me go eventually,\u201d Joonmyun reminds him after a few seconds, even though they both know he enjoys these intimate moments.

Yifan concedes only after planting one last kiss on Joonmyun\u2019s lips and shoos him off playfully. Afterwards, he helps himself to some coffee. A spoonful of sugar and a bit of creamer take things to the next level.

Yifan goes over to the living room in order to avoid distracting Joonmyun any further, plopping down on the couch and turning on the television. Everyone\u2019s favorite news anchor shares an update on the latest bank robbery in the area, followed by a story on the dangers of driving with one hand on the wheel. Nothing really captures Yifan\u2019s attention except for the brief weather forecast. There\u2019s supposed to be a rain shower in the afternoon. He has to remind himself and Joonmyun to take an umbrella with them before they leave for work.

In between dull breaking news and duller civilian reactions, Yifan glances back at the kitchen to see how his boyfriend is doing. The smaller male continues to busy himself with all the breakfast preparations. Yifan wonders how he managed to get so lucky. Out of all the people in the world, Joonmyun fell for him. It still baffles Yifan\u2019s mind to this day. They have been together for almost two years now and he can\u2019t help but wonder what Joonmyun sees in him. There are definitely plenty of men out in the world who aren\u2019t clumsy and tell terrible jokes. Insecurities aside, Yifan is happy that he\u2019s found someone who loves him unconditionally. Compared to his past relationships, being with Joonmyun is like winning the lottery everyday. The only thing he wishes he could change is \u2014

\u201cBreakfast is ready, honey,\u201d Joonmyun announces.

Yifan takes his seat and eyes the mini buffet before him. From eggs to bacon to waffles, they have it all. Just the sight makes his mouth water. He isn\u2019t sure where to start and whether or not his stomach is prepared for the early feast.

\u201cYou didn\u2019t have to do this,\u201d Yifan says as he places two slices of toast, a fried egg, and big helping of strawberry jam on his plate.

Joonmyun shakes his head. \u201cI wanted to because you didn\u2019t want to exchange gifts for our anniversary this year\u2026 and it\u2019s only Tuesday, so this doesn\u2019t count as a gift.\u201d

Yifan frowns. The only reason he didn\u2019t want to exchange gifts was because he has everything he could possibly want in his life already. A loving boyfriend, decent apartment, and stable job are enough to make him happy for the rest of his life. Anything else is merely a bonus.

\u201cSo sneaky\u2026,\u201d he mutters and inhales his egg. \u201cMaybe I have something up my sleeve too.\u201d He doesn\u2019t.

Joonmyun rolls his eyes as he takes a sip of coffee. Everyone knows Wu Yifan can\u2019t keep a secret for long, even if his life depended on it. But there is one thing he\u2019s managed to keep under wraps ever since he met Joonmyun.

\u201cI know, I know. Surprise me later,\u201d Joonmyun says sarcastically and then his tone turns serious. \u201cTell me what you really want.\u201d

Yifan nearly chokes on his toast. The way Joonmyun is looking at him terrifies him to the core, like a child who has been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. He hopes Joonmyun is not trying to allude to that<\/i>.

\u201cWhat I really want?\u201d Yifan parrots.

\u201cYes, what you really want. There\u2019s got to be something that your heart desires. I don\u2019t care if it\u2019s something silly like taking you to the supermarket and comparing melons,\u201d Joonmyun urges him. He gets up and stands behind Yifan, draping himself over his shoulders.

Deep inside Yifan exhales a sigh of relief. His boyfriend doesn\u2019t know about that<\/i>.

\u201cTrust me, babe. I have everything I want here with me.\u201d Yifan turns his head to peck Joonmyun on the cheek.

Joonmyun glares at him. \u201cYou have until tonight to reconsider my offer.\u201d



Yifan does reconsider Joonmyun\u2019s offer throughout the day. He goes through the motions of work without paying attention to what he\u2019s doing. The copy machine and constant chatter of the office turn into white noise. If anyone notices the blank expression on his face, no one says a word.

During his lunch break, Yifan forgets to heat up the soup Joonmyun had prepared for him. The cold liquid doesn\u2019t feel foreign on his tongue though. His mind has no time to pay attention to that. All he can think about are Joonmyun\u2019s words. Did he really mean it when he said he would do anything Yifan asked of him? No, his boyfriend simply asked what his heart truly desired. Yifan desires Joonmyun, that is for certain. But there\u2019s something more to it. Secretly, he wants his boyfriend to take the reigns and knock him around a bit behind closed doors. It seems easy to make such a confession, but Yifan has had terrible experiences with previous boyfriends. Each and every one of them had made fun of him for wanting to take the submissive role. After the third guy, Yifan thought it was for the best to hide this part of him forever.

Yifan wants to believe that Joonmyun will react differently. The smaller male is kindhearted and supportive. There has never been a moment when Yifan doubted his boyfriend. Then why is it so hard to share one of his deepest desires with the man he supposedly trusts with his life?

After a long period of contemplation, Yifan decides he\u2019ll wear his heart on his sleeve. If Joonmyun shuns him for it, then at least Yifan knows they weren\u2019t meant to be.

As predicted, it\u2019s raining outside when Yifan gets off of work. He forgot his umbrella and in turn, forgot to remind Joonmyun to bring his. He hopes his boyfriend doesn\u2019t catch a cold in this dreadful weather.



Their home is warm and cozy. The heat is welcomed after Yifan had to walk eight blocks from the subway station to the apartment building in the rain with a puny plastic bag covering his head. He shrugs off his coat and leaves it by the doorway; he\u2019ll pick it up later. Right now he wants to cuddle up with his favorite person in whole wide world.

Yifan finds Joonmyun bundled up on their bed, enjoying a paperback novel with a cup of hot tea on the nightstand. His reading glasses are perched on his nose which make him look cuter than usual. Yifan is afraid to disturb his boyfriend and turns around to leave, but it seems like he\u2019s a little too late.

\u201cTsk. You\u2019re soaked. Let\u2019s get you out of these clothes,\u201d Joonmyun mutters as he crosses the short distance to the doorway and helps him unbutton his shirt.

\u201cI\u2019m a grown man. I can do this myself,\u201d Yifan whines softly, though he\u2019s not going to stop him. It feels nice being cared for and worried over.

Joonmyun glances up at him and fights back a smile. \u201cYou look like a pathetic baby, so shut up and let me do my job.\u201d

Once Yifan is out of his wet clothes, Joonmyun takes his time dressing him up. There\u2019s something oddly satisfying about it. As much as Yifan loves having his boyfriend strip him down, getting dressed up is just as fun. Maybe he\u2019ll have to ask for help every morning from now on. Of course, he is going to claim it\u2019s all a part of bonding between a couple.

Joonmyun is back to reading his novel afterwards. It frustrates Yifan a little, but who is he to complain. His boyfriend treats him so well. The least he deserves is some time to himself. Instead of making a huge fuss about things, Yifan keeps to his side of the bed and watches the other in the silence.

\u201cDid you reconsider my offer?\u201d Joonmyun asks without looking away from the book.

Yifan nods and then realizes Joonmyun isn\u2019t paying attention to him. \u201cYeah, I did,\u201d he finally says.

Joonmyun stays silent, and Yifan knows that\u2019s his way of urging him to continue talking. He hesitates for a moment, thinking over his decision. It can either make or break their relationship. Not knowing what lies ahead of them is scary, but at least he\u2019ll have Joonmyun by his side. Maybe.

\u201cI\u2026 hope this won\u2019t change things between us,\u201d Yifan starts, shutting his eyes as if he can turn invisible. \u201cBut you see here\u2026 I just\u2026\u201d He finds it harder than he previously thought to share his darkest desires.

Joonmyun places his book down and reaches over to muss up Yifan\u2019s hair. \u201cYou can write it down if you\u2019d like. I will see what I can do. If I choose not to go through with it, we can pretend nothing happened, okay?\u201d

Yifan wishes it was as easy as that. He\u2019s tried to suppress this other side of him for so long, yet it begs to resurface no matter what. Joonmyun may be able to move on, but Yifan won\u2019t. Worry must be evident on his face because Joonmyun\u2019s expression darkens.

\u201cWhatever this is, it\u2019s really bugging you, huh?\u201d Joonmyun scooches over until they\u2019re chest to chest. Yifan can only give him a curt nod.

\u201cWell, honey, just know that I won\u2019t ever judge you. I may call you a doof and baby sometimes, but that doesn\u2019t mean I think of you any less. I love you,\u201d Joonmyun reassures him and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

\u201cOkay.\u201d



Joonmyun wakes up to an empty bed the next morning. He frowns and rolls over to the other side, hoping to soak up what little warmth is left behind. Wednesdays are never fun because of this. He has the day off while Yifan has to work. They don\u2019t get to see each other until the late afternoon rolls around. He presses his face against Yifan\u2019s pillow, inhaling his boyfriend\u2019s scent. For a moment everything is okay.

Eventually, he slips out of bed and goes to the kitchen for his daily dose of caffeine. It surprises him every so slightly to see an envelope taped to his mug. One peek inside tells him that he\u2019ll need to sit down for this one. He returns to the bedroom, having forgotten about the coffee completely.

Joonmyun didn\u2019t expect Yifan to really write a note, let alone a three page letter. Although it does make him feel fuzzy inside. His boyfriend took his time making sure each word was legible versus his usual chicken scratch he calls \u201chandwriting\u201d.

Once readjusted in bed, Joonmyun reads the letter carefully. Every so often he rereads a line to make sure he understood it correctly. The deeper he gets, the more he realizes he doesn\u2019t know Yifan at all. They have been together for awhile and he\u2019s only finding out about this side of his boyfriend now. The confession is quite the eye-opener and helps explain some things that have happened in the past.

When they first hit the sack together, Yifan was really shy and timid. Joonmyun believed his boyfriend had some sort of performance anxiety or nerves. This theory made sense at the time because after that, Yifan was more assertive. Now that Joonmyun thinks about it, the first time was probably Yifan\u2019s attempt at testing the waters to see how he\u2019d react. He really feels like a fool now.

\u201cI\u2019ll make it up to you,\u201d he tells himself. \u201cYour wish is my command.\u201d



Today is Yifan and Joonmyun\u2019s two-year anniversary. Yifan had woken up to his boyfriend\u2019s angelic face, beaming at him. They exchanged pleasantries and kisses before it was time to get up and prepare for work. Just because today\u2019s an important day in their lives doesn\u2019t mean the world stops for them. They shared a simple breakfast which consisted of pancakes and a pat of butter.

Yifan still remembers how Joonmyun had kissed him at the doorway like he never wanted to part ways. He had felt the same and wished he had actually stopped his boyfriend from leaving the apartment. It\u2019s too late now though. They\u2019re both busy at work, but at least there\u2019s a lovely evening to look forward to. Then again, any given evening with Joonmyun is bound to be lovely.

\u201cAny special plans today, stud?\u201d Zitao, one of Yifan\u2019s coworkers asks during a lull.

\u201cI\u2019m taking Joon out for dinner,\u201d Yifan answers, but Zitao seems less than pleased for some reason. \u201cDid I say something wrong?\u201d

His coworker groans dramatically and flails his hands in the air for added effect. \u201cJust dinner? That sounds utterly boring and dry.\u201d

Yifan is taken aback. He would like to think dinner is a grand idea because he gets to spend time with Joonmyun in an intimate setting while they\u2019re all dressed up. Joonmyun in a black suit is the eighth wonder of the world.

\u201cIt\u2019s not like I\u2019m forcing you to come.\u201d

\u201cThank god, too. If Baekhyun tried to pull something like that on me, I\u2019d be devastated,\u201d Zitao states. \u201cBut if he made it up to me by fucking my brains out afterwards, all would be forgiven.\u201d That part was just a little too loud. Offices are perfect places to breed lies and gossip. It\u2019s a shame that Zitao isn\u2019t afraid to let everyone know about his business. He wears it proudly like a badge of honor.

\u201cErm, thanks for sharing,\u201d Yifan says and turns back to his computer.

Zitao\u2019s little rant reminded him of his own situation. Ever since he left Joonmyun the letter, his boyfriend hasn\u2019t mentioned a word about it.

\u201cIf I choose not to go through with it, we can pretend nothing happened, okay?\u201d<\/i>

Yifan is deeply disappointed, but at least Joonmyun still wants to be with him. The silver lining is barely enough to hold him up for the rest of the day.



\u201cHello?\u201d Yifan calls out when he enters the apartment. The lights are off. There\u2019s no sign of Joonmyun in sight. If Joonmyun was running late, he would have texted him by now.

He fumbles around for the light switch and notices Joonmyun lying on the couch with his back facing him.

\u201cOh, babe. You almost scared me \u2014\u201d

\u201cShut up and get on your knees,\u201d Joonmyun commands.

For the second time that day, Yifan is taken aback. He wonders what has gotten into his boyfriend. \u201cJoon \u2014\u201d

\u201cI won\u2019t repeat myself. Do as I say or prepare to face the consequences,\u201d Joonmyun cuts him off again, this time he rises from the couch and slowly makes his way over. His facial expression gives away nothing as to what\u2019s going on.

Yifan decides to listen to amuse his boyfriend and smiles up at him. \u201cSo, what\u2019s \u2014\u201d Joonmyun slaps him across the face.

\u201cDid I say you could talk, sweetheart?\u201d Yifan thinks that\u2019s a rhetorical question and shakes his head. He doesn\u2019t want to get hit again.

\u201cGood boy,\u201d Joonmyun mutters under his breath and squats down to be face level with his boyfriend. \u201cIf you ever feel uncomfortable and want me to slow down or stop completely, just say so.\u201d

That clears things up. Yifan is embarrassed that he needed help putting two and two together.

\u201cOkay.\u201d

Joonmyun smiles at him; it\u2019s the last of the kind, caring boyfriend he sees.

\u201cNow, strip down and crawl to the dining room,\u201d the smaller male says without a moment\u2019s hesitation, resuming his role with ease.

Yifan imagined he\u2019d be more thrilled to go along with the program once the opportunity presented itself, but instead he\u2019s a little scared \u2014 in a good way. The letter he had written outlined fantasy he wanted to act out and everything else was up to Joonmyun. The unknown strikes a chord with him. It feels nauseating and thrilling all at once.

He is quick to rid himself of his shirt and pants, but takes a little longer than necessary to take off his underpants. The minor act of defiance earns him a grumble from Joonmyun. Once he\u2019s in his birthday suit, down on all fours he goes. This position feels foreign. Baring his backside isn\u2019t something he\u2019s used to.

\u201cMove,\u201d Joonmyun directs and presses his heel against the small of Yifan\u2019s back. And that\u2019s when he realizes his boyfriend is wearing shoes.

Crawling on the hardwood floor like a baby is humiliating. Yifan\u2019s cheeks flush and his knees feel raw by the time he enters the dining room. He can feel his heart beating erratically as he waits for further instruction.

\u201cGet on the table.\u201d

Yifan does as he\u2019s told and watches Joonmyun take a seat before him, licking his lips. The smaller male gestures towards a small bottle of lube. When did it get there?

\u201cWork yourself open for me, baby,\u201d Joonmyun coos.

Yifan takes the lube and squirts a generous amount on his fingers. He maintains eye contact with his boyfriend as he inserts the first digit. It\u2019s an odd sensation. His body cries for him to stop, but Joonmyun would be disappointed in him. He focuses his mind on what else there might be in store for him instead of his finger inside of him, moving in and out at a steady pace. Once he\u2019s used to it, he adds in a second, third, and eventually a fourth finger. Stretching himself out starts to feel good. Joonmyun seems to be enjoying himself too. His boyfriend watches intently, touching himself through the front of his pants. It\u2019s commendable how much restraint he has.

\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d Joonmyun disappears for a moment, only to come back with a dildo in hand. It has a suction cup base that sticks to the table in salute.

\u201cHold your hands behind your back,\u201d Joonmyun tells him. Yifan is surprised by the feeling of cold metal around his wrists, fitting snuggly like they were made just for him.

\u201cNow fuck that like you would my cock.\u201d

Yifan is beyond nervous now. He can hear his heart beating loudly. Fingers are one thing, but a piece of silicone is a completely different story. He stares at the thing in horror.

\u201cI-I don\u2019t if I can \u2014\u201d Joonmyun tugs on his hair to stop him from continuing. \u201cWhen I say jump, you ask how high.\u201d

Yifan swallows thickly. \u201cI thought you said I wasn\u2019t allowed to speak.\u201d

The wiseass remark earns him two slaps across the face. He groans because it\u2019s exactly what the doctor ordered. If only he had opened up to his boyfriend long ago, then they would have been able to have this sort of fun from the beginning.

\u201cBecause of that, I won\u2019t let you cum tonight,\u201d Joonmyun says offhandedly and drags Yifan off of the table, forcing him back onto his knees.

Yifan wants to cry out loud, but he knows it\u2019ll only lead to further punishment. His cock rests heavy against his abdomen, begging to be touched.

True to his word, Joonmyun pulls out a cock ring from his front pocket and presents it to Yifan. He even caresses his face with it for a moment before putting it on him. This is Yifan\u2019s personal hell and it couldn\u2019t get any better than this.

For the rest of the night, Yifan is forced to stay on his knees as he watched Joonmyun play with himself seated on the chair. Oh, how he wishes to have his boyfriend\u2019 cock in his mouth. But no, he is undeserving. Every time Joonmyun is close to the edge, he tells Yifan to come over and releases all over his face. White must be a pretty color on him because Joonmyun shows him a bit of kindness by smiling at him. That side of him quickly disappears.

To say Yifan regrets opening up to Joonmyun would be half the truth. Yes, he regrets opening up to him only because it was so late in their relationship. Now, he couldn\u2019t ask for anything else in the world, as much as it hurts his dick. Joonmyun refuses to uncuff his hands or touch him.

\u201cCome here, sweetheart. I have another present for you.\u201d<\/div><\/div><\/center><\/table>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/16737.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","day 12","ship: suho\/yifan","rating: nc-17"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/16593.html","pubDate":"Fri, 20 Nov 2015 01:56:32 GMT","title":"DAY TWELVE \u2605 do-over","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/16593.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>shinealightrose<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 127 From a picture I saw on 9gag's instagram: \"What if the one that got away came back?\" If headcanon, may deal with Kris' leaving.
Title:<\/b> Do-Over
Ship:<\/b> Lay\/Yifan
Side ship:<\/b> Luhan\/Xiumin
Rating:<\/b> G
Word count:<\/b> 1,570 words
Summary:<\/b> When his ex-boyfriend comes back, Yixing has to ponder the question: maybe there was a reason for 'the one who got away' (non-canon).
Notes:<\/b> Somehow, inexplicably, this prompt just drew me to it. My thanks to the prompter, and for the mods for this great fest.



It's an extremely beautiful day for Yixing to be hit with such news. Somehow he never expected it to go like this. Truthfully, he never expected it to happen at all. Him, accepting a lunch invite with Lu Han and Minseok, expecting to be the typical third wheel but they never made it awkward before and Yixing doesn't mind. They've chosen a shaded patio table at one of their favorite restaurants under the palm trees with a street view of the downtown area shops. A table for four. Yixing is their number four.

\"Hello, hello, hi...\" He greets Yifan only briefly, eyes barely making contact as he sits down. In his head he hears himself asking Lu Han bluntly, 'What the hell is he doing here?' Instead he grits his teeth and smiles, picks up the menu and pretends he doesn't understand what's going on.

\"Yixing?\" Lu Han prompts him warily.

Above his menu Yixing sees his best friend looked worriedly between him and Yifan who's biting his lip. Minseok frowns.

\"Yixing?\" Lu Han tries again. \"I guess it's been a while you and-\"

\"It's okay,\" Yifan interrupts. \"You don't have to pretend to reintroduce us. I should have known I wasn't welcome here anymore. Thanks... thanks for inviting me anyways.\"

Yixing doesn't even attempt to stop his ex-boyfriend from leaving this time. He continues staring at his menu, as if making the choice between a salad and sandwich is greater than the option Yifan gave him many, many years ago: stay or come with.

\"You were extremely rude,\" Lu Han tells him minutes later, after he'd chased Yifan down but failed to persuade the man to come back to lunch.

\"Was I? I'm sorry,\" Yixing responds candidly, face muscles barely moving.

Lu Han fumes and a bright pinkish color invades his cheeks, Minseok trying to console him. \"He moved back last month, didn't you know? I thought- I thought- Whatever happened to 'the one that got away' huh? Yixing? I was just trying to-\"

\"Set us back up again? Lu Han, thanks sweetie. You're my best friend, but I really don't need your help with this.\" He says it like he means it, hoping to put a clincher in whatever plans Lu Han may already have. Really, it's a nice gesture, and a few years ago Yixing would have appreciated it more. Because he remembers everything about the fiasco of Yifan leaving him and moving away. He remembers the heartbreak and the pleadings and the self-doubt. Yifan's deprecating tone when he suggested it was Yixing's cowardice that caused him to refuse, to stay here when Yifan was offering the world.

Yifan was absolutely his 'one who got away'. And now apparently he is back.

\"I'm sorry, Lu Han,\" Yixing apologies more sincerely this time, already regretting the look of hurt on his best friend's face. \"You're right. He was that. But, but maybe there was a reason I let him get away. Maybe I don't need to go through this again.\"





He tries again a few days later, but only because Lu Han insisted. Only because Yixing agreed that perhaps, he and Yifan needed to say a proper goodbye. And to say a proper goodbye they needed to have a proper meeting. Just them this time, and not an ambush.

Minseok sends him an encouraging text message, a cute \"fighting\" comment and some fist pump emojis. Yixing laughs, appreciating the sentiment, and not for the first time he regrets making them feel like their history is nothing like his and Yifan's, like Lu Han and Minseok haven't gone through roughly the same thing. Years of separation and a country apart, lots of tears on Yixing's shoulder late into the night and early morning because, 'Minseok was the love of my life! What do I do? Yixing, whatever do I do?'

They live together now, their heartbreak ending in renewed romance, and for this reason they're just so happy that Yixing has his chance again, that Yifan has his little chance of redemption. It's going to hurt them both when Yixing tells them, 'Sorry. It's a no go.' But first he needs to meet Yifan again, see the man with his own eyes, apologize and catch up, and then tell him goodbye for good.

Ironically, he picks out the same restaurant, the same sidewalk patio from which he can smell the ocean breeze from just a few blocks away. He gets their first and picks the table. It's different from the four-seater Lu Han reserved, but it is the same one from which Yixing told Yifan enough is enough, almost seven years ago.

He almost daydreams, smiling as the sun catches his eyes through the waving palm fronds. A waiter suddenly blocks the sun, indicating a customer to be seated across from him, and Yixing sees Yifan again.

\"You're here.\" Yifan sounds amazed. He probably shouldn't blame him, after the last encounter they had.

\"I am.\"

\"I thought you didn't want to see me again.\"

\"I didn't actually.\" Yixings sets his menu aside today. He already knows what he wants. Yifan barely glances at his before he too puts it down, probably not having any preference for food at all. He's jittery, on edge. Good looking as usual, if not more so than before he went away, damn the man for aging well. Yixing tries not to appreciate how his hair is all black again, short at the back, longer bangs swept up with gel in the front, and his cheekbones are more defined and his muscles more pronounced even through the plain cotton tee. Yixing takes a wild guess that his legs are toned and impressive. He's hardly the stick figure he was when they were fresh out of college. It's a man who sits before him now, although his expression is still that of a boy. It's cute.

\"You didn't want to see me...\" Yifan ruminates sadly, and his voice sounds so deep, deeper than Yixing remembers although perhaps it's just time playing tricks with his mind. \"So why did you-\"

The waiter interrupts to take their drink order. Yixing waits for him to leave before answering. \"I changed my mind. I can do that, right?\"

Yifan grimaces, caught somewhere between cautious and hopeful.

\"Why... what changed your mind?\"

Me, you, the weather, the past, the present, the future, Lu Han and Minseok.<\/i> Yixing has a whole host of options, of reasons. He just can't decide on which one of them it is exactly.

\"Maybe I just wanted to redo our final goodbye?\" he says instead of all that.

Yifan's face falls, his hands clench and then open and he sits back in his chair. \"I know... Look I know I didn't, ask the right way. Back then.\"

\"And maybe you shouldn't have-\"

\"Asked at all<\/i>, I know, I know.\" Yifan knows his words before Yixing can even say them. It's distressing even now how well he seems to know Yixing's mind. Why then, had it been so easy to screw it all up? Were they too young? Too inexperienced? Did they not realize that some loves were worth fighting for, or was theirs just the romance of naivety? Is it still worth fighting for?

\"I should have stayed,\" Yifan says now. It's a startling announcement.

\"Stayed here and missed that opportunity?\" Yixing asks, perplexed. \"Do you regret it already? That job, that life, being closer to your family?\"

\"No, but-\"

\"Then don't say you regret it. You made the right decision then, Yifan. You needed to leave, and you should have, and I... I made the right decision then too...\" He speaks softly, accessing every word as it comes out, trying to use the right words this time. If there was one particular reason why their breakup was so volatile, it was probably because they used the wrong words. It could have been smoother; they could have been more mature about it all. Kind of like they are now, how Yixing hopes they are now.

\"But... by leaving I lost you.\" Yifan's eyes shimmer. Tears, damnit, Yixing can't handle tears. Everything they had comes back to him in a moment, every yearning, stupid hope, every desire, all the conversations all the dreams, all the moments - curse those vivid, lingering moments. The first date, the first kiss, the first time they laid out on Yifan's dormitary bed.

\"Did you though?\" he asks quietly, eyes already answering Yifan's.

\"Did I... what?\" Yifan's voice is barely audible. Yixing has to strain to hear him.

\"Maybe... you didn't... not forever.\"

\"Yixing, what are you saying?\"

And in that second everything hangs in the balance. Whether they move on, separately or together. Does Yixing really want to say goodbye here, or did he want this opportunity to redo the past, to change their fate? He doesn't know the answer, but he does know that he's willing to... try.

\"Do over?\" he pleads.

Cautiously, oh so cautiously he glances at Yifan, afraid of what he'll see. Afraid if it'll be the old Yifan of memory, or the new one of today, and worried that somehow that difference will actually matter.

Instead, he just sees Yifan. Who he is, who he's always been, faults and all, and Yixing isn't perfect either. There's more than a little hope in Yifan's eyes when he catches his gaze and repeats, softly, tenderly. \"Do over.\" <\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/16593.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","rating: g","ship: lay\/yifan","day 12"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/16135.html","pubDate":"Fri, 20 Nov 2015 01:54:44 GMT","title":"DAY TWELVE \u2605 by my side","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/16135.html","description":"Username:<\/b> Lietolee<\/a>
Prompt #:<\/b> 311 junmyeon adopted a stray dog (golden retriever) and is actually amused because his new pet seems to be too intelligent as a canine and got the shocked of his life when one night he woke up to a pair of human limbs entangled with his than the soft fur of his retriever.
Title:<\/b> By My Side
Ship:<\/b> Suho\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> G
Word count:<\/b> 7,480 words
Warnings:<\/b> Non beta-ed.
Summary:<\/b> Joonmyeon adopted a golden retriever and one night, he didn't anymore.
Notes:<\/b> To the prompter, I tried my best. Hope you like it. I'm really proud of the upper part especially.



\"What?! You must be kidding me!\"

\"I'm afraid we are pretty serious, my prince. It was the royal thinker's idea, and you know he doesn't do jokes.\"

\"But 'that'?! How do you expect me to...\"

\"It's time for you to go. Open the portal.\"

\"Wait! No! How do I get back?!\"

\"When you changed back into you.\"

\"How do I do that?!\"

\"When someone...\"

\"What?! Ah! My legs! Tell me now, you bunch of shorties!\"

\"On second thought, how about you figure it out yourself? Bye.\"

\"Wai...\"



+

+



Joonmyeon huffs heavily as he opens the front door of his house. He really thought everything would be settled today and it did, just it didn't go as he wanted to. That crappy mart has a crappy surveillance camera and the good deed he had done to cover for his co-worker that had an 'emergency' only backfired him. The male still hadn't comeback even when the store was about to close and suddenly the 'big boss' came as he locked the door and accused him of stealing.

\"I'm home.\" He pries his shoes off, smiling weakly at the worn out sneakers. He was planning to buy a new one with this month's paycheck. There is a pair he has been eyeing for a while at the mall and it is a bit expensive but they are having a sale and the big '70%' that was hanging behind the shoes has embedded in his mind and really, there is still a week left before the money would be in his hand but apparently, quoting the 'big boss', he is a greedy bastard and because of that, he was fired and only gets half of his salary. Maybe he should really stole the money. At least he can afford those shoes.

A bark echoes throughout the house as he steps inside and he smiles as a big fluffy ball of fur is running towards him, with its tongue hanging over its mouth. \"Hey, Ace. I'm home.\" He squats down, leveling himself with the canine and ruffles the top of its head. The dog snuggles deeper into his palm and he cups its face, brushing their noses together. \"I'm home.\"

Joonmyeon smiles, eyes fix at the fluff ball that is walking beside him as they make their way to the kitchen. He takes out a carton of milk and shows it to the canine, only to get a headshake as an answer. Well, he thinks it was a headshake. Ace seems to understand his words and he knows that dogs are kind of smart and they can be train to do and help people but sometimes he couldn't help wandering that the golden retriever that is staring at him while he is drinking his milk isn't like any other dogs.

He found Ace almost three months ago when he just finished another graveyard shift at the crappy mart. He was on his way back home when he spotted the canine laying under one of the street lamp that was supposed to be busted but somehow it worked and brought the ball of fur home. He didn't see any wound or injuries on the dog but Ace wouldn't wake up until the next morning and he thought of skipping work to take care of it but thinking he has to have money to take the dog to a vet, he covered Ace with a blanket before hesitantly left the house.

A tug on his jeans makes him look down and sees Ace pointing with its nose towards the cupboard under the kitchen counter, where he keeps the dog's food. \"Sorry.\" He stands up and opens the cupboard, taking out a pack of beef jerky and tears it open, feeding a strip directly to the canine before emptying the pack on its plate. He ends up sitting on the kitchen floor, watching Ace eating deliciously the beef jerky and his lips turn upward when the fluff ball pauses from finishing his food to look at him. It feels like Ace is checking up on him and he just ruffles the long fur on its head. \"I'm eating later. Don't worry about me.\"

Joonmyeon takes a last look at the empty pack of beef jerky and shakes his head as he throws the bag away. It isn't like he being a bad owner or anything but the beef jerky is the only thing Ace would eat. He was so glad when Ace finally moved as he gently stroked its side, and he scrambled to the kitchen, turning it upside down as he searched something for Ace to eat. He promised the canine that he would be back with its proper food tomorrow after work as he slipped apologies between his words while watching Ace filled his tummy with his stash of beef jerky that he always kept in case he is hungry and doesn't have money to buy food.

\"Finished already? You must be extra hungry today. What did you do while I was working, hm?\" He scratches Ace's chin and gestures it to follow him. He still remember the look on Ace's face when its tried the dog foods he bought. The same disgust expression plastered on its face as the canine tried the cheap one, the most popular one and the expensive one. And when Ace looked so happy eating the beef jerky again, he was really thankful that the thought of keeping the fur ball can be real as he really doesn't mind starving in order to feed Ace, because it means he won't be coming to an empty house anymore.

He stops in front of the bathroom and looks down at Ace, smiling when he sees the canine has its head down and he thinks he heard a sigh coming from the dog. \"It was last month that I last give you a bath so...\" He opens the bathroom door and pushes the fluff ball inside with all his might as Ace purposely making himself heavy. \"You... bath is fun, you know. I don't understand why you don't like it.\"

Joonmyeon takes off his t-shirt and throws it into the overflowed clothes bin, nodding to himself as an answer to the inner him that is sarcastically praising him how diligent he is on doing his laundry. He takes the shower head and pulls the small stool he always keep in the bathroom before sitting right in front of Ace. \"Stay still, okay? Stay still.\" He turns on the water and hovers the shower head across the canine's back, wetting the long, golder fur. He grabs his green tea shampoo and lathers Ace with it, smiling apologetically at the dog. \"I don't think I could ever buy you your own shampoo so, just bear with me, okay?\" He cups the canine's face and makes its nod. \"Good boy.\"

He rinses the bubbles and shampoo that are covering Ace's entire body and stands up, unhooking the towel that was hanging behind the bathroom door. \"Come here.\" He signals with his fingers and Ace stops in front of him before nuzzles its wet head against his legs. \"Hey!\" He bends down to properly dry the canine but Ace walks around his legs, rubbing its body against the back of his knees, making him stumble forward and fall on the flooded bathroom floor, somehow managed to land on his butt.

Something nudges his back and he turns his upper body around, meeting with Ace that is blinking its eyes cutely at him. He sighs as he scratches the canine's chin. \"Can't you at least give me a chance to be mad at you? Always looking at me with that big eyes of yours...\" He smiles, grazing their noses together. \"...that since that night have become my weakness.\" He gets up and scans his soaked jeans before looking straight at Ace. \"I just wore it today. You are definitely going to help me with the laundry tomorrow.\" He unzips his jeans and shimmers the piece of clothes down, along with his boxers and groans as the muscles on his calfs thighten. That crappy mart didn't even have a plastic basket for him to sit down for a while.

A series of barks snaps him from his thoughts and he looks at Ace, brows furrowing at the sight of his dog that barking nonstop while circling around at the spot where it is standing. \"Ace! Hey, what's wrong?\" He steps closer but Ace growls at him before picking up the towel that fell on the tiled floor and now soaked with its teeth and throws at him, hitting his bare stomach. \"Ah! Ace! Hey, what...\" He couldn't finish his words as the canine already left the bathroom, leaving him all alone.

Joonmyeon trudges into the living room, fresh from shower and with a towel on his head, hands drying off his still wet hair and finds Ace lounging on the sofa, eyes fix at the television that is showing a comedy show. This is one of the many times he thinks Ace isn't just an ordinary dog. He definitely wasn't the one turning on the electronic box and he doesn't even like comedy shows that much as they are just exaggerating already unfunny gags but the canine like watching it. Ace would bark when they slipped on a banana skin and its eyes got widen they threw pies at each other's face. It seems like Ace could understand what they are doing, not only from the body gags but every words the comedians' saying. Maybe Ace is some kind of a genius dog and if it really is, he wishes Ace could talk too because then the canine can explain to him where are the funny parts because he certaintly doesn't get it.

He smiles when Ace suddenly gets up and barks a few times at the television as one of the guy on the comedy show slips on a several banana skins. Apparently, the more banana skins there is, the funnier it will be. He walks toward the television and turns it off, earning a growl from the canine at his action and he shifts to look at Ace. \"Time for bed.\" He watches as the dog leaps down from the sofa and brushes his long, fluffy, gold fur against his legs. He lets Ace lead him toward the bedroom and switches off the light, leaving the bedroom door a small opening, letting the hall light in and in case Ace needs to drink or go to the toilet in the middle of the night.

He caresses Ace's side as the canine snuggles deeper into him. They have been sleeping together a few days after he brought it home wehn Ace silently snuck into the bed one night and he woke up to golden fur covering his eyes. He stares at the dog that already had its eyes closed. \"You know, I got fired today.\" He smiles a little when Ace suddenly opens its eyes to look at him. \"You really can understand what am I saying, can't you?\" He waits for a reaction but Ace just keep staring at him. He huffs softly. \"Well, even if you don't, I am really glad that you are here.\" He brushes thieir noses together before pulling away to look Ace in the eye. \"I might be selling this house soon.\"

Joonmyeon turns and lays on his back, eyes staring at the ceiling. It has been five years since his parents passed away in a car accident and he has been living all by himself since then. He had to quit school and started working to make ends meet, having several jobs at once and changing them more often than not. It was tiring but he never complained because at least, he still has a roof over his head. It didn't last long. It wasn't enough when Heaven took his parents away and he got tested again, losing his good jobs and get stuck with working at the crappy mart. He has savings but selling the house will get him a lot more money and he can find a cheap room to rent.

A nudge on his cheek makes he turn his head and his heart sinks. \"I will lose you.\" He shifts slowly and pulls Ace into his arms, hiding his face under its chin. \"I don't want to lose you but they...\" He inhales deeply, trying to stop his heart from breaking. The house owners won't let him keep Ace even if he can afford to support it. If he is given a choice, he would choose Ace over everything but life isn't that simple. They only met three months ago but Ace has fill his life with so much happiness that the void he felt for five years feels like it never happened. \"Ace, I...\" He feels the warm tears across his cheeks and buries it inside the soft, golden fur.

\"I need you.\"



+

+



Yifan opens his eyes and exhales. Joonmyeon is finally asleep and he is glad for that considering the amount of crying last night. He was really surprised when he heard a sob against his chest but Joonmyeon was hugging him so tightly that he couldn't look down to check up on him. He is well aware about his owner's harsh days and he would do anything to make the smile he loves so much grace Joonmyeon's lips and responding to what the male was talking never failed to do that. The frown on the clear forehead would disappear and replaced by a quirked brow, eyes looking suspiciously at him. That is why he was totally caught off guard when Joonmyeon started crying because last night was the first time he saw him crying.

He sees Joonmyeon's small mouth twitches and he smiles. He has his fair share of witnessing Joonmyeon's antics while his owner was sleeping. Just last week Joonmyeon was swimming in his sleep as they went to the beach during the day and the male got a tan but somehow it disappeared after a few days and the pale skin was back just like before. And times like that he wishes he was human because he really want to see Joonmyeon's reaction when he tells his owner the stories.

A chuckle reaches his ears and he just stares at the sleeping Joonmyeon. He was so lucky that Joonmyeon found him and let him live with him. He was dumbfounded when he opened his eyes and the pale male is smiling gently at him and he wanted to ask question like who is he and what is he doing inside his room but he didn't hear any of those words being uttered, instead a series of barks ringing in his ears. That was when he remembered about his punishment and he sighed in defeat.

Those Ones. To be honest, he doesn't quite remember what he had done but 'let's send him to another dimension until he learn his lessons' is something he shouldn't deserved. He is the prince of their kingdom, for Heaven's sake and he recalls the smirk on Lighting as he spoke those words. Ray's high-pitched laugh as he nodded in agreement really pissed him off and he objected when his father wanted Strenght to be his advisor but he was ignored. He will fire Strenght as soon as he becomes the king.

He had travelled between dimensions before but as a human, back and forth. But Ray's 'what about a dog' really made his head snapped so fast that he swore his neck broke. It is not like he doesn't want to try to go back to their dimension but even as human, he only knows one way and with him now being a dog, he basically stuck here until he changes back into his human form, which he doesn't even know how. 'When someone...' has been playing in his mind like an old record and a tiny, very small, microscopic part of him regretted calling those Ones 'that' name at that moment but really, they being a bunch of shorties wasn't his fault.

Yifan shifts slightly as Joonmyeon turns to lay on his back and he can hear faint grumble coming from his owner. Joonmyeon forgot to eat again and he didn't remind him. He takes a deep breath and exhales softly. It happened a lot lately. Back when he first started living with Joonmyeon, they would eat together every night after his shift, sitting in the living room, watching whatever that was on the television. But then Joonmyeon would just served his beef jerky and went to shower, talking and playing with him for a while before went to bed. But there were time he would tugged his owner's pants and offered his plate that Joonmyeon just filled and couldn't be happier when the pale male took a strip of the dried meat and started chewing on it, thanking him as he did so.

Was Joonmyeon's life always this hard? Living as the young prince of his kingdom, he really doesn't know how do commoners live. He always flew above the villages, watching farmers working on their lands, blacksmith greeting the stable owner as he delivers the ordered horseshoes and he could see smiles on their faces. He didn't understand how can they work so hard and still being happy about it but living with Joonmyeon even just for three month taught him everything. The look on the male's face when he opened the front door and the look when their eyes met are so different that he couldn't help thinking that the reason those farmers and blacksmith work so hard because they have someone waiting at home, just like him waiting for Joonmyeon.

He nuzzles his head against his owner's cheek, causing the male to giggle a little but still fast asleep. He loves Joonmyeon's laughter. It is his favorite thing about the male and he would do anything to hear it, like getting him wet while Joonmyeon gives him a bath. The male always tries not to get water on his clothes because that means he has to do the laundry and his owner likes to wait until the laundry basket is too full to even fit a hankerchief to do it. He could sense something heavy weighing on Joonmyeon's mind and that was why he kept teasing the male during the bathtime. The images of Joonmyeon's soaked self is still so clear in his mind. They way his hair fall on his forehead, the beautiful smile on his lips and the flawless milky skin that bears no scar at all.

Yifan freezes, air has stop coming into his lungs and he blinks once, with his gaze fix at his sleeping owner as realization slaps him in the face. Joonmyeon's crying self wasn't the only 'first time' he saw last night. He gulps down the nothingness in his throat and slowly distance himself to the edge of the bed, scanning Joonmyeon's blanket-wrapped body before turning away completely from the male, laying on his other side, staring intently at the bookshelf right across him, hoping for the blood that suddenly flooded his face to go back to where it supposed to flow.

He grew up with the Ones, chasing each other aound the castle, practicing their powers together and went to the waterfall inside the woods almost everyday. Clothes just in the way when they were competing who can swim the fastest and seeing naked bodies was a regular thing for him. So, seeing Joonmyeon without any clothes on should be nothing to him. He didn't need to run around in circles and throw the soaked towel at his owner and leave the male alone in the bathroom but he did. He had seen Joonmyeon without clothes before but only his upper half and last night, was his first time seeing Joonmyeon's fully uncovered self.

He breathes in deeply as he feels his face isn't as hot as before even though his mind still lingers at the sight of Joonmyeon last night. Beautiful. He smiles at the word. Joonmyeon looked so beautiful last night. Working so hard everyday, he did wonder how come there isn't any blemish on Joonmyeon's body but remembering the tan that the male got disappeared just after a few days, he is guessing the same thing happen to anything that got to his owner's skin. He closes his eyes and the sight becomes much clearer, as if he was back in the bathroom, with Joonmyeon standing in front of him. He holds out his hand, slowly reaching for Joonmyeon that is smiling in his mind and he opens back his eyes, shaking his head to get rid of the thought.

Yifan shifts his body on the mattress, turning slowly as not to wake up Joonmyeon and settles on his other side, eyes gazing at his owner. Even before last night, he already knew how beautiful Joonmyeon is. The male brought him home, gave him food and offered a place for him to stay. He was a dog but he knows, Joonmyeon would do the same to anyone and anything that needs his help. Joonmyeon has such a beautiful heart and that is why he shouldn't be thinking too much about last night.

He moves closer and nuzzles his head against Joonmyeon's neck, making the male turn, arm swinging and rest over his body, before pulling him into a hug. He smiles over the sleeping Joonmyeon and closes his own eyes, listening to the soft huffs of breath that slowly making him sleepy. Joonmyeon is beautiful, inside and out, and he doesn't deserve someone like him. He is just a spoiled prince that did something so bad his father and the Ones decided to send him to another dimension for his punishment. He will fire Strenght in the future but he will forever be thankful to them for doing what they did. He met Joonmyeon and it is fine if he never changed back into a human. Living as a dog doesn't sound so bad as long as Joonmyeon is there with him.

\"I am here.\"



+

+



\"Ace...\"

Yifan's eyes flutter at the call of his other name. He inhales, stretching his body before forcely opening his eyes and sees his owner has a blanket wrapped around his small body. He notices how Joonmyeon is looking around the bedroom frantically and he pulls himself up. It wasn't often but Joonmyeon sometimes get nightmares and looks like the male had another one last night. \"Hm, what's wrong?\"

\"Ace! Help me! Ace!\"

Yifan jumps a little at the sudden scream Joonmyeon let out and inches closer. Was the nightmare that bad? \"Hey, Joonmyeon, I'm right here. What...\" He reaches out, wanting to calm the male down but Joonmyeon just shaking his head at him, eyes widen in horror. \"Joon...\"

\"Don't come near me! Who are you?! How did you get in here?! Ace! Help me!\"

Yifan furrows as he takes a quick scan of the room but he founds no one. Who is Joonmyeon talking too? Why can't he sees him? He focuses back to his owner to see one of Joonmyeon's hand is up in the air, fisting a pillow that is clearly aiming at him. He holds out his hand as fast as he can and manages to grab Joonmyeon's tiny wrist, stopping him from throwing the pillow at him. \"Joonmyeon, what are you doing?\" He bring Joonmyeon's hand down, putting it on his lap and stares straight at his owner. \"Hey, what's wrong?\"

\"Ple... please, don't hurt me...\"

\"What? Why do you think I want to hurt you?\"

\"Then... then, why are you here?\"

Yifan tilts his head in confusion. Joonmyeon is acting strangely and he really doesn't have a clue why. \"I always been here. You brought me here.\"

\"I did not.\"

\"You did too! You even fed me your beef jerky, remember?\"

\"I did that to Ace, not you.\"

Yifan huffs in frustration. Joonmyeon isn't making any sense anymore. \"I am Ace.\"

\"No you are not.\"

\"I am!\"

\"Ace is my dog and you are not.\"

\"I am your...\" Yifan blinks once. \"...not?\"



+

+



\"... and my human name is Wu Yifan but you can just call me Ace. Nobody is calling me that name anyway.\"

\"Then, what do they call you?\"

\"'My prince' or my father's favorite, 'Evil reincarnation'.\"

Joonmyeon nods slightly. Right. He thinks he heard 'I am a prince back at my home' along the other words that came out from the person's mouth. He tilts his head, still trying to believe what the person just said about him being his golden retriever. He is sure he locked all the windows and doors last night. He clearly remember hugging Ace as his eyes slowly closing.

\"You still don't believe me, owner?

\"Don't call me that! I am not your owner!\"

\"But you are. Because I am Ace. Look. My hair and Ace's fur are the same color. See?\"

Joonmyeon glances up and his focus stays there, staring at the golden locks on the person's head. The shine, the shade, every strands of the person's hair are just like Ace's soft and fluffy fur. He shifts his gaze and meet with the person's eyes. Ace has the same pair of big eyes too. \"Hm...\"

\"Yes, owner?\"

\"Please stop calling me that.\"

\"Okay, owner.\"

Joonmyeon sighs in defeat and recollects his thoughts back. If Ace really is actually a person, that would explain almost everything he had been wondering about. The look, the reactions, the not-liking-the-expensive-dog-food. He stares straight at the person that is sitting across him on the bed. \"Why did you turn into a dog?\"

\"As punishment for something I did. I don't remember what though.\"

\"How did you turned back? And why now?\"

\"I really don't know. Before, I thought your kisses would do it but we kissed alot and nothing happened so...\"

Joonmyeon can feel his face is getting hotter by the second at the statement. But it was Ace and Ace is a dog. He exhales. Was a dog. And that dog turn out to be a man named Wu Yifan so basically, they did shared kisses, a lot of kisses.

\"Owner...\"

\"Yes?\"

\"Thank you for taking care of me.\"

Joonmyeon smiles.



+

+



\"Here.\"

Yifan stares at the street lamp in front of him. He had asked Joonmyeon earlier to take him where the male had found him and although Joonmyeon still didn't believe him, the male took him anyway. He takes a look along the side walk and notices how the other lamps aren't working except for the one that is across him. But, rather than the light bulb lighting the small surrounding, it is the street lamp itself is glowing with soft hue, brightening the dark dawn.

\"Did you came from here?\" Joonmyeon turns to Yifan as the male hasn't saying a word since they arrived. His mind is still trying to process that Ace, his golden retriever, is actually a human, a prince of some kingdom, named Yifan. He watches as Yifan steps closer to the lamp and his hand traces the lamp pole, before turning to him and nod. He sees Yifan shaking his head as the male examines the lamp, making a circle around it before standing back at his spot earlier. \"Did you find anything?\"

Yifan smiles and holds out his hand, gesturing Joonmyeon to come nearer and he points at the middle of the pole that glowing a bit brighter than the rest. \"See here?\" He gets a nod from Joonmyeon. \"This is like a lock to the door to my dimension.\"

Joonmyeon lowers himself down a bit, squinting his eyes at where Yifan's hand is. He can see something like a sun crest carved onto the steel pole and brings his finger to touch it. \"It's warm.\"

Yifan nods. Ray is kind of warm when the male isn't making him mad with his antics.

\"How do you open it? Do you have the key?\" Joonmyeon straightens himself and sees Yifan smiling at him. He watches as the male take off the necklace that was around his neck and holds it in his palm. \"Your necklace?\"

\"As long as I have this necklace, I can go back anytime I want.\"

Joonmyeon blinks as he examines the necklace. It has a pendant shaped like a dragon and he never saw something beautifully carved like it before. He looks up, back and forth between Yifan and the necklace. \"Anytime?\"

\"Anytime.\"

\"Then why now? Why not last week or last month or the next day after you woke up?\"

\"Well, I was a dog, remember?\" Yifan senses a hint of anger in Joonmyeon's tone. He doesn't know why the smaller male suddenly burst out like that but he steps closer anyway, taking Joonmyeon's small hand with his free hand, rubbing circles around the nuckles. \"I was your Ace.\" He feels Joonmyeon's slender fingers relax into his touch. \"And I am still your Ace. But, it is time for me to go.\"

Joonmyeon tries to hold onto Yifan's fingers but the male slowly pulls away from him. \"Can't you...\"

Yifan smiles weakly, eyes flutter closed and he shakes his head. \"Thank you, Joonmyeon.\" He touches his dragon pendant to the carving of the sun on the lamp pole and takes a deep breath as his surrounding suddenly becomes brighter, as if he is being consumed by it. He is finally going home. And he will kill those bunch of shorties.



+

+



\"Woah!\"

\"Where are we?\"

\"I have reports to send in today!\"

Joonmyeon's eyes flutter rapidly at the sight in front of him. Yifan is being squished by three men that came from nowhere and the men don't seem to notice they are sitting on Yifan as they keep talking to each other, eyes looking around. \"Yifan!\"

\"'Yifan'? Where?\"

\"Ergh! I don't want to see him.\"

\"Why can't the son be like his father?\"

\"Get off me, you idiots!\" Yifan forcefully pushes himself up, making the three men fall on the ground, and gets on his feet. He grits his teeth as the men's faces come to view. \"What are you guys doing here?!\" He looks around and sees Joonmyeon standing not too far from him. \"And why am I still here?!\" He stares down at the three men that are still groaning in pain. \"Dae!\"

\"Oh? My prince! Long time no see.\"

\"'Long time no see' your head! What are you... ouh!\" Yifan's air is sucked out of his lung as Lighting attacks him with a hug, the small arms thightening around his torso. He wiggles around, trying to get the male off him but he wouldn't budge. \"Will you get off me already?!\"

\"But I miss you. Soo and Hyun too. Isn't that right, guys?\"

\"Wrong.\"

Yifan rolls his eyes at that. Typical Strength. He didn't expect much from him either. He tries peeling Lighting off him again when he realizes he is missing a voice. \"Hyun!\" He frantically looks around and his eyes widen as he finds Joonmyeon being molested by a certain someone. \"Joonmyeon!\" He kicks Lighting on the shin and runs toward Joonmyeon, ignoring the wail of pain, and pulls Ray away, stepping in front of Joonmyeon and hiding him behind his back.

\"Yi... Yifan...\" Joonmyeon clutches tightly the back of Yifan's clothes. He was going to help Yifan when one of the three men suddenly in front of him, looking at him up and down, poking his face and touching his body. He wanted to scream for help but his voice couldn't come out. And when Yifan called out his name, he was so glad that he almost give in to his knees because Yifan is there to help him.

\"Are you okay?\"

Joonmyeon nods weakly against Yifan's shoulder, eyes peeking over it. \"Who...\"

\"My prince, who is he? How come his skin so fair? He is so thin too. And his eyes... Ah! I haven't touch his...\"

\"Hyun!\" Yifan stops Ray from coming closer, his leg making kicking moves at the male. \"Don't you dare touch him!\"

\"But, we need to become friends. And for that, I need to touch his butt.\"

Joonmyeon's eyes widen at statement and he clutches even tighter on Yifan's clothes. Touching butts to become friends? What kind of world is that?

\"But, my prince...\"

\"No 'butts'! Or any other kind of body parts too!\" Yifan growls at Ray. He will never understand the male's way of thinking.

\"My prince...\"

Yifan shifts his gaze to Strength that is standing behind Ray.

\"Who is that?\"



+

+



\"Your owner, my prince?\" Lighting stares at the young prince in disbelief. Their prince, the person that cannot stay still and his purpose in life is stressing other people with his antics, was owned by somebody? He eyes the male that is hiding behind the young prince. Who is this person exactly?

\"Well, thanks to 'somebody', I got turned into a dog. Thankfully Joonmyeon found me and let me stay with him.\"

Ray whistles a random tune, not looking at the young prince that is shooting laser at him. The male should be thanking him because Strength wanted to turned him into an ant but the King still loves his son so that idea never come up. His eyes falls at Strength that has his focus fix at the two people in front of them. \"Soo...\"

\"Thank you for taking care of our prince.\" Strength bows his head and with the corner of his eyes, he sees Ray and Lighting doing the same thing too. No matter where they are, the young prince is still their prince and if somebody had helped the prince in any way, it is their duty as the Ones that served under the King and his family to show their gratitude.

\"Ah, no... it... it's fine... Yifan has... ah! I mean, Prince Yifan...\"

\"Joonmyeon, I told you not to call me that. I am still Ace.\"

Ray blinks once, before slowly turning to Lighting that is apparently as shock as he is. Their young prince told a commoner not to say his name with his title. He remembers being chased around the castle for a half day when he didn't addressed the prince properly while they were playing. \"Sir Joonmyeon, may I ask you something?\"

\"I said no touching!\"

Lighting laughs as Ray denies the accusation their young prince throw at him. He can guess what is inside Ray's mind as he is too curious about this 'Joonmyeon' the prince introduced them to. How did he tamed such evil being?

\"Are you fine with the young prince going back with us?\"

Strength notices how the grip of the smaller hand tightens around their prince's long fingers. He is somehow glad that it was Ray asking the question because his own words wouldn't be as pretty as that. He examines the young prince's face. A calm expression is clearly shown but the way his eyes are looking at the male that is pressed against his back tells him otherwise.

\"Hyun, what do you mean?\"

\"You were able to turn back into you because of him.\"



+

+



\"He shed a tear for you.\"

Yifan slowly turns to look at Joonmyeon. He feels the grip on his back loosen and he faces Strength again. \"Soo...\"

\"That was the condition, my prince. You said you doesn't need the King or anybody else and Soo casted that spell on you. 'When someone need you the most that they shed tears for you.'\"

Joonmyeon stiffens.

\"We need you but not to the extend of shedding tears for you.\"

\"Hyun!\"

Yifan sighs softly at the sight of Ray that is looking away from Lighting. It slowly coming back to him. His father announced that his coronation is coming and he knew that with it comes the responsibility of behaving as the next king but he wasn't ready. His father is a great ruler and no one need him. He is just a spoiled prince that the people are better without.

\"But that doesn't change the fact we still need you, my prince. It is time for you to come home.\"

Yifan looks down and sees the small fingers aren't holding his anymore and his back isn't as warm as before. He turns around at the lost and he is facing Joonmyeon that has a small smile on his lips. He purses his lips. He loves everything about Joonmyeon, especially his smiles, but somehow, he doesn't like this one. \"Joon...\"

\"Isn't this great?\" Joonmyeon takes another step back, eyes fix on Yifan. \"You can go home now. I... I am happy... for you...\"

\"Joonmyeon, I...\"

Joonmyeon shakes slightly as Yifan's hand reaching out for him and tries his best to keep the smile on his face. He doesn't know if Yifan will remember him or not but the least thing he can do is sending Yifan off with a happy face. The male doesn't need to know what really happen inside his heart. They will never meet again.

\"My prince...\"

Yifan turns at the voice and a bright light is illuminating his surrounding. \"Hyun...\" The male nods at him and he takes a deep breath. He really has to go, doesn't he?

\"Sir Joonmyeon, take care.\"

\"Thank you again for taking care of our prince.\"

Joonmyeon purses his lips, nodding slightly as his eyes sending the other two males away toward Yifan that is slowly fading in the bright light. It was only three months since he found the golden retriever but the short time probably the happiest moment in his life after living in loneliness for five years. And now, he is going back there again. He needs Yifan but he is just one person. A kingdom needs its prince and who is he to make Yifan stay. He closes his eyes to blink away the tears but it doesn't work because his cheeks keep getting wetter and wetter. He has to stop. Yifan can't see him like this.



+

+



\"Come with me.\"

Joonmyeon flutters his eyes open and sees Yifan is standing in front of him, hands coming closer and cups his cheeks. Their eyes meet and the warmth from Yifan's hands slowly spreading all over his body. \"What...\"

\"Come with me, Joonmyeon.\" Yifan wipes away the tears with his thumbs, caressing gently the puffy cheeks. \"Come with me.\"

\"My prince, what are you saying?\"

Yifan leans closer, filtering Strenght's voice, and puts his forehead against Joonmyeon's, slowly closing his eyes as their noses touch. \"I need you. I need you more than you need me.\"

\"My prince, you can't!\"

\"Soo...\"

\"You know it too, Dae! Why aren't you stopping him?!\"

\"But Soo, they...\"

\"Hyun, we cannot bring other living things back! You of all people should know that!\"

Yifan sighs. He knows it too, that living things from other dimension cannot survive in their world. The animal Ray's brought back years ago only lived for several days until it died. He inhales deeply. He doesn't want that to happen to Joonmyeon but he cqnnot leave him either. The male has showed him kindness and he is oblige to do the same. There are so many things he can do for Joonmyeon back home comparing here.

\"Yifan...\" Joonmyeon smiles softly when Yifan pulls away and they are staring into each other's eyes. \"You should go. I am fine.\" He cups Yifan's face and tiptoes, brushing their noses together. \"Be a good king for me, okay?\" He lands back on his feet and traces Yifan's face with his eyes. His gaze stops at the male's lips and he sighs. He wanted to do that but it would be making things even harder.

\"Joonmyeon, do you need me?\" Yifan sees a small smile and he bites his lower lip, ignoring the head shake that follows after. If Joonmyeon needs him, then that is all that matters. He stops chewing on his lower lip when he tastes iron on his tongue and leans down, capturing Joonmyeon's thin lips with his. He hears gasps coming from behind him but he just presses their lips harder, sucking on Joonmyeon's upper lip so that his bleeding lower lip touches Joonmyeon's tongue.

\"Yi... Yifan...\" Joonmyeon looks up at Yifan, eyes fluttering in disbelief when the male pulls away. His chest still is heaving up and down at the sudden contact when Yifan kisses him again, more gently this time, and he can feel the smile that form on the male's lips.

Yifan sighs in relief against the soft lips when Joonmyeon kisses him back and brings his hands to rest on Joonmyeon's slim waist, slowly closing the gap between their flushed bodies. His ears catch the murmurs of the Ones and he doesn't care about the punishment he will receive later because of his action. Giving Joonmyeon a taste of his blood, his royal blood, means giving his life to Joonmyeon, submitting himself as the male's possession, his master, and he, a prince, of all people shouldn't do that, but that is the only way to bring Joonmyeon to their world. A possession is nothing without his master.

\"I need you.\" Joonmyeon breaths out, fingers curls on Yifan's chest as he staring deep into those big eyes.

\"Then, have me.\" Yifan peels away one of the hands, holding it so gently in his, and leads Joonmyeon towards the bright light as the Ones' figures slowly fading away.

Joonmyeon smiles, wrapping his arms around Yifan's torso as his legs slowly disappear into the light. \"I have you.\"

Yifan nods, kissing Joonmyeon's soft locks as their surrounding becomes white. \"I am yours.\"



+

+



Yifan wakes up to a hand over his head, slender fingers threading his hair. He takes a deep breath and exhales it softly, eyes flutter close as the tiredness hasn't really left him yet and the soft touches of the small hand really is warm and is making him sleepy.

\"Yifan...\"

He hums a response, too sleepy too utter a real word.

\"I miss Ace.\"

And the young prince's eyes snap open, immediately meet with a pair of brown ones. A pouted lips catches his attention and he pouts too. \"I am Ace.\"

\"I know but, I just miss it, you know.\"

Yifan shakes his head. He doesn't know. It has been a month since Joonmyeon first stepped into his world and he still remember the grin on his father's face when he introduced Joonmyeon to him. The old man kept apologizing as he hugged Joonmyeon, saying how hard it must have been taking care of him and how he wanted it to last but a dog cannot rule a kingdom, so he apologized again because he has to take care the human version. \"How can you miss something that is in front of you? You really like me better as a dog? You rather being married to a bag of fleas than the fine speciment of human that is me?\"

\"No, of course not. It is not like that at all. Though the marriage was a bit too sudden but I have never been happier being married to you. You know that.\"

Yifan receives a kiss on his lips and the pout disappears, replacing with a wide smile. He totally prefers this kind of kiss than just brushing their noses. And the marriage, he doesn't know how his father found out but 'I don't want to hear the servants gossiping later about how perverted their young prince is that can't keep his hands from my future son-in-law' really didn't leave him any choice, and they ended up married a few days later. It just that one time though, the first night Joonmyeon arrived, and he went to check up on the male, only to find Joonmyeon already asleep and really, he planned to stay for just a minute as he stared at the sleeping figure but somehow he was awaken by the sunlight that blinded his eyes with Joonmyeon inside his arms.

\"I'm sorry.\"

He can hear his own heart breaking at the sad voice and shifts himself on the bed, moving closer to the small, warm figure and wraps Joonmyeon with his long arms, squeezing him gently. \"No, I am the one who is sorry. I know what you mean. It is all about the fur, right? I will order Hyun to buy that green tea shampoo and you will have Ace's-fur-like hair to play again.\" Soft giggles reach his ears and buries his face in the soft locks, smiling and sighing in relief. He would anything to keep hearing that sound.

\"Yifan...\"

\"Hm?\"

\"Tell Hyun to buy beef jerky too.\"<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/16135.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","rating: g","day 12","ship: suho\/yifan"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15965.html","pubDate":"Fri, 20 Nov 2015 01:53:12 GMT","title":"DAY TWELVE \u2605 ink on my skin, you're my sin","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15965.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>hi_hyung<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 221 kyungsoo matches every tattoo that kris gets with a mark of his own
Title:<\/b> Ink on my skin, you\u2019re my sin
Ship:<\/b> D.O.\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Word count:<\/b> 11,050 words
Summary:<\/b> Staying true to one's word is easier said than done.
Notes:<\/b> Thank you for the wonderful prompt! I had a lot of fun weaving a story around it. Actually, you can find the prompt in the fic ~ with its tenses changed lol. Happy reading!

Due to the length of this work, it has be posted on our Dreamwidth mirror. Please comment here or on Dreamwidth once you are finished reading. Thank you!

( There\u2019s a lot to be said about relationships that start with a one-night stand.<\/a> )<\/b><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15965.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","ship: d.o.\/yifan","day 12","rating: nc-17"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15827.html","pubDate":"Wed, 18 Nov 2015 22:28:21 GMT","title":"DAY ELEVEN \u2605 cute is what i've got","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15827.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>k_popped<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 210 I just need Yifan to be a catboy okay like Please I Am Begging You please ignore the lack of prompt too I literally don't have a prompt I don't care what happens go wild just make Yifan a catboy. Please,,
Title:<\/b> cute is what i\u2019ve got
Ship:<\/b> Lay\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Word Count:<\/b> 1,670 words
Warnings:<\/b> OT12
Summary:<\/b> He\u2019s not sleek and agile like Jongin. He\u2019s not playful and flexible like Sehun. Hell, he\u2019s not even as soft and cuddly as Chanyeol. Yifan is simply an abnormally tall, abnormally clumsy, abnormality of a catboy.
Notes:<\/b> I hope everyone likes it. ^^ This fic is mostly rated G, but NC-17 for the last 235 words.



Jongin is laid across the back of the couch in the center of the room, and it really annoys Yifan.

There are tons of other places to rest in the house. There\u2019s the overstuffed chair with the scratched up sides, or the king-sized bed in the other room. The long island in the kitchen is ideal because it\u2019s directly in a patch of sunlight that filters in from the large window over the sink--although, Kyungsoo usually tells them to stay off any place where food is meant to be prepared or eaten, so that might not be a good place after all.

Yifan could, logically, sit down on any of the three empty cushions of the couch, but\u2026 Yifan is a cat, too! Yifan wants to lie across stuff, all graceful limbs and easy confidence. Jongin makes it look effortless as he sleeps there, stretched out across the narrow space with his long black tailed curled around his toes. He doesn\u2019t have any worries at all.

Yifan is just as capable!

Determined, he squares his shoulders and sizes up the ledge in front of the bay windows. Yixing sits there sometimes, in the evening after a long day at work, with a book on his lap and his eyes wandering toward the rising stars outside. Yixing looks especially peaceful and beautiful on those occasions.

Yifan\u2019s caramel colored ears lie flat on his head as he climbs up and settles into place. The ledge is a lot smaller than Yifan thought it\u2019d be. One leg hangs off the edge--his entire right side, really--and he has to keep his leg bent at the knee in order to sit at all. His tail is crushed at an awkward angle somewhere under his thigh. Mildly uncomfortable, he sighs and rests his head against the warm glass.

Bang!<\/i>

Yifan jumps and loses his precarious balance, landing on the floor in a heap of long limbs.

\u201cThis game never gets old,\u201d Sehun cackles from somewhere nearby. When Yifan opens his eyes to glare, Sehun is doubled over, broken pieces of the popped balloon still in his hands as evidence of his crime.

Sehun\u2019s such a brat, and Jongin is still sound asleep on the back of the couch. Yifan is not having a good day.

\u201cI hate you,\u201d Yifan says stiffly as he stands up and brushes imaginary dirt from his pants. He notices a fleck of grape jelly dried on his forearm and licks it off, firmly ignoring Sehun\u2019s ugly face and stupid laughter. \u201cJust for that, I\u2019m not going to ask Tao to come over tomorrow.\u201d

Sehun instantly stops laughing. He chokes and leaps over the coffee table, landing lithely on his feet. His grey ears twitch nervously on his head, peeking out from his mess of blond hair.

Yifan is not jealous! He can be just as graceful!

\u201cI\u2019m sorry!\u201d Sehun wails. He flings his arms around Yifan, claws beginning to grow from his fingers when Yifan tries to push him away. \u201cI\u2019m really sorry, hyung! I was just bored!\u201d He pouts cutely, wiggling his butt and making his striped grey tail dance behind him. \u201cPlease ask Tao to come over still!\u201d

Yifan wants to say no. He really, really<\/i> does. Sehun is often pulling his little pranks because Yifan is an easy target: too tall, too uncoordinated, too dull, and too slow. It\u2019s not that Sehun is intentionally malicious, or that he\u2019s trying to upset Yifan. In all honesty, the house does get boring during the day when their humans are gone off to work, so Yifan can understand Sehun\u2019s need to liven things up. But Yifan already feels like a failure as a catboy.

He\u2019s not sleek and agile like Jongin. He\u2019s not playful and flexible like Sehun. Hell, he\u2019s not even as soft and cuddly as Chanyeol.

Yifan is simply an abnormally tall, abnormally clumsy, abnormality of a catboy.

Sehun is giving him the big-eyed-pout-of-death, though, and Yifan is not immune to Sehun\u2019s cuteness.

He rolls his eyes and huffs like it costs him a lot to give in. It doesn\u2019t, but Sehun doesn\u2019t need to know that. \u201cFine, fine. But only if you help Kyungsoo and Minseok with the chores tonight. I don\u2019t feel like doing the dishes.\u201d

\u201cUgh.<\/i>\u201d Sehun shivers in disgust. Yifan doesn\u2019t bother to hide his fiendish glee. Catboys hate water, and doing the dishes is the most despicable chore they have.

Normally, the humans do the dishes for them, since they hate it so much, but Yifan accidentally broke Luhan\u2019s guitar a few days ago when he was trying to play with the strings, and he\u2019s been on after dinner kitchen duty ever since.

\u201cBut hyung,\u201d Sehun whines, lower lip out to pout in full force.

Yifan tells himself his heart is made of steel and turns away so he won\u2019t give in. \u201cThat\u2019s the deal, Sehunnie. Take it or leave it.\u201d

Sehun dramatically throws his hands up in the air. \u201cFine!\u201d He sulks angrily to the overstuffed chair beside the book case in the corner. He glares at it for a moment, and then (for no reason that Yifan can think of, and yet, in an act of something Yifan understands instinctually) Sehun pushes the book Kyungsoo left there the night before off the arm of the chair. It lands on the floor with the pages spilled open. The bookmark flutters out, and Sehun almost cracks a smile when he bats it out of the air with his hand.

\u201cOh Sehun.<\/i>\u201d Kyungsoo\u2019s tone is low and authoritative in the doorway of the house. Sehun guiltily drops his hand.

Jongin is suddenly awake and winding his arms around Kyungsoo\u2019s waist, pushing his head against Kyungsoo\u2019s shoulder and neck. The humans can\u2019t tell, but it is blatant scent marking. He\u2019s covering

Kyungsoo in his scent, declaring Kyungsoo as his. Yifan feels his cheeks heat up at such an obvious display.

\u201cAh, are you feeling okay, Fanfan?\u201d Yixing asks with a concerned frown. He steps around Kyungsoo in the doorway and gently feels Yifan\u2019s forehead. His touch sets Yifan\u2019s skin on fire. He leans in for more without a conscious thought.

\u201cSehunnie was playing tricks on him again,\u201d Jongin mumbles sleepily into Kyungsoo\u2019s shoulder. Kyungsoo and Minseok give Sehun disapproving looks. Yixing frowns in disappointment. Sehun ducks his head, tail coiling around his arm protectively.

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Yifan hyung.\u201d

Yifan pets his blond hair, large hand nearly engulfing Sehun\u2019s head, and smiles. \u201cApology accepted, brat.\u201d

\u201cBut where\u2019s Chanyeol?\u201d Luhan asks. There\u2019s a loud crash from upstairs in the direction of the music room, and the humans all exchange panicked expressions. Luhan pats Yifan on the back and then races off to find out what Chanyeol\u2019s done now.

The humans move on to wash up and change into more comfortable clothes after work. Minseok and Kyungsoo go to the kitchen to make dinner. Jongin perches on the stool at the counter to watch and covertly steal quick tastes of the meal when he can. Luhan stays up stairs to play guitar with Chanyeol while Sehun sends snarky snapchats of them to Tao. Yifan second guesses his decision to ask Tao to come over with his humans, Jongdae and Baekhyun, tomorrow. The only one that can keep Tao and Sehun in line when they\u2019re together is Junmyeon, and he won\u2019t be back from visiting his parents for another week.

Yixing stays in the living room with Yifan. There is a rerun of last week\u2019s Running Man on, and Yixing chuckles to himself when Kwangsoo dances. He sits on one end of the couch and lets Yifan lay his head in his lap. Yifan\u2019s feet hang over the arm of the couch because he\u2019s too tall. Skillful fingers absentmindedly card through Yifan\u2019s hair and play with Yifan\u2019s caramel colored ears. He nearly drifts off to sleep like that, with the comforting scent of Yixing in his nose and the sweet sound of Yixing\u2019s heartbeat so near.

Right as he\u2019s about to drift off, Yixing leans close to whisper in his ear. \u201cYou\u2019re my favorite catboy, my dear Fanfan. You\u2019re perfect just the way you are.\u201d He rubs his cheek gently against Yifan\u2019s, scenting him, and when Yifan dares to open his eyes, praying that it\u2019s not all a dream, Yixing is smiling at him, dimple and all. The kiss that comes after is enough to make him purr.

(A few weeks later, on a warm night with cool air drifting in through the open window, Yifan is on his back, staring at the breathtaking sight of Yixing entering him. Yixing whispers praises in his ears, grunting in pleasure as Yifan\u2019s claws accidentally prick Yixing\u2019s smooth, slick back. Yifan wraps one leg around Yixing\u2019s waist to pull him closer, deeper, and throws the other over Yixing\u2019s shoulder. His tail is crushed beneath him, but he can\u2019t be bothered to feel anything but ecstasy with Yixing\u2019s thumb brushing his nipple rapidly and the pace of his thrusts becoming erratic.

Yifan isn\u2019t embarrassed or insecure when he\u2019s laid out before Yixing like this. Yixing likes that Yifan is taller and wider, likes that Yifan\u2019s arms are long and strong enough to hold him tight. Yixing even likes that Yifan is a little awkward and uncoordinated. He finds it cute. And though Yifan still wonders some days if he is good enough, if the humans should have gotten a better catboy, he is more confident in himself now. He\u2019s more comfortable in his own skin. If Yixing can love him, then Yifan must be lovable.

And Yixing makes sure that Yifan knows how much he\u2019s cared for with each skilled thrust, bending down to murmur his worship against Yifan\u2019s lips, down the side of his neck, anywhere, until the love is branded in his skin.)<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15827.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","day 11","ship: lay\/yifan","rating: nc-17"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15361.html","pubDate":"Wed, 18 Nov 2015 22:24:16 GMT","title":"DAY ELEVEN \u2605 5 times yifan got a tattoo that mattered, plus 1 time he gave one that mattered","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15361.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>erzas_fury<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 54 Chanyeol gets a tattoo because he idolizes (and is in love with) Yifan and Yifan likes Chanyeol's new tattoo(s).
Title:<\/b> 5 times yifan got a tattoo that mattered, plus 1 time he gave one that mattered
Ship:<\/b> Chanyeol\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Word count:<\/b> 1,106 words
Warnings:<\/b> minor character death, lapslock
Summary:<\/b> 5 times yifan got a tattoo that mattered, plus 1 time he gave one that mattered.
Notes:<\/b> yyyyyyyoooooo. i'm so proud of myself. i finished. ah yeah! hope you enjoy.



#1
yifan gets his first tattoo when he is 16, and swimming in teenage angst and loneliness. he is underage, but it\u2019s easy to get access to a fake id that says he is 19, and technically a legal adult. he chooses a borneo scorpion design which represents bravery. years later when certain people ask him about the tattoo, he will say something along the lines of \u2018i needed a reminder to stay brave because my parents were moving to south korea\u2019, but the truth is he was so scared of getting his first tattoo every design the tattoo artist showed him kinda blended together. the tattoo hurts like a bitch, but yifan spends a lot of time admiring it. the sleek lines of the design can hold his attention for eternities. over the years, yifan will get many tattoos, but his first tattoo will always be his favorite.

#2
yifan gets his second tattoo when he is 22. he has moved to china in an attempt to himself and understand who he is, but through some strange turn of events which he prefers not to think about he ends up enlisting in a secret organization of assassins for hire. yifan blames luhan for this because luhan is one of the few clear details he can remember from the ordeal. yifan makes it through initiation through sheer luck, and by the skin of his teeth, but he is considered the best of his group. yifan thinks that these people are insane, but doesn\u2019t voice his thoughts for fear of being gutted or skinned alive. so, when the higher ups tell him he has to get a tattoo to mark him as one of theirs, he shuts his mouth and has the characters for hidden and power tattooed on his lower back by a man who calls himself lay. yifans remembers getting this tattoo all too clearly because he spends the entire time afraid that lay\u2019s hands will slip and he will fuck up, and yifan will have to live with his mistake until he shakes his mortal coils. when yifan looks at the tattoo later, he thinks to himself \u2018secret assassin or not, mom will definitely kill me if she ever finds out about this.\u2019

#3
the next time yifan gets a tattoo, it\u2019s after his 5th assignment. this is the assignment that makes yifan truly disgusted with himself and the world. he spends three hours on the rooftop of a building across from a park with a long range rifle, and at exactly 2:00 he picked off a family of 3: mom, dad, and 7 year old daughter. the little girl was wearing a daisy crown, which became stained with red from the bullet yifan had put into her head. after this assignment, yifan gets drunk on cheap,piss-tasting alcohol. he wakes up with a tattoo on his chest. it\u2019s a small daisy with the words memento mori written in the center. he dry heaves into a filthy motel toilet. as he\u2019s emptying his stomach into the toilet, a quote flashes across his head:
\u201cmen ought either to be indulged or completely destroyed, for if you merely offend them they take vengeance, but if you injure them greatly they are unable to retaliate, so that the injury done to a man ought to be such that vengeance cannot be feared.\u201d

#4
the next time yifan gets a tattoo it\u2019s of a dragon wielding knives. it\u2019s as much of a status symbol as it is another reminder. after years in the game, and countless one night stands, yifan finally decides to settle down for a relationship. her name is victoria song, and she\u2019s as pretty as she is deadly. but kris doesn\u2019t find this out until her ex girlfriend, amber liu, tries to kill them. more specifically him, because they have this crazy on again, off again thing that everybody but him knows about. \u2018the incident\u2019, as kris will forever refer to it, end with several knives coming too close to his dickfor himto ever be comfortable, 2 new friends, and really good leverage. any time he needs a favor from amber or victoria, he just has to remind them of that one time they almost chopped off a central part of his identity and they\u2019ll fold. kris also comes out of the incident with a new found fear of women, so he ditches his bisexual tendencies and sticks to solely fucking guys.

#5
yifan gets his 5th tattoo when he realizes that he has fallen heads over heels for chanyeol and he wants to spend the rest of his life with this idiot. he gets \ubc15\ucc2c\uc5f4 written over his heart. it is yifan\u2019s favorite tattoo up to date. it shows how he has grown as a man. it signifies happiness everlasting. it is a physical representation of all the good things in yifan\u2019s life. it is essentially a part of yifan\u2019s identity more than any of his other tattoos have ever been.

+1
the one time that yifan gave a tattoo, it is to his one true love park chanyeol. chanyeol had always been fascinated with yifan\u2019s tattoos and scars. he liked to run his fingers over all of them, and ask yifan for the stories behind them. they\u2019d been dating for five years when chanyeol asked yifan for a tattoo. it was after one of the infiltration jobs, in which yifan had to pose as a tattoo artist so he could get close to the target. chanyeol had not known that yifan could give tattoos.

they were laying in bed together, chanyeol tracing yifan\u2019s tattoos, when chanyeol suddenly declared \u201ci want one\u201d. yifan sated and sleepy from the round of sex they had before had asked \u201cone what?\u201d
\u201ca tattoo. and i want you to give it to me.\u201d
\u201cokay.\u201d yifan had calmly acquiesced. but on the inside he was freaking out. chanyeol wanted a tattoo. and he wanted yifan to give it to him. he could not believe how lucky he was.

chanyeol\u2019s design was simple yet complicated. the design was japanese in origin, but chanyeol had made it his with a few alterations. it was both their insignias, a dragon and a phoenix, chasing each other in a circle.
\u201csee, yifan. it\u2019s a metaphor. where you end, i begin. where i end, you begin. we\u2019ll never be without each other.\u201d
the tattoo takes a while to heal, but when it does yifan can barely keep his hands off it. and they\u2019re both very happy with that.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15361.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","day 11","ship: chanyeol\/yifan","rating: pg-13"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15245.html","pubDate":"Wed, 18 Nov 2015 22:20:16 GMT","title":"DAY ELEVEN \u2605 all he knew","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15245.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>chocoyeol<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 212 Catboy!AU. Kyungsoo finds an abandoned cat on the streets, but the cat is too stubborn to go with him. Kyungsoo proceeds to visit him everyday, anyway.
Title:<\/b> All He Knew
Ship:<\/b> D.O.\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> G
Word count:<\/b> 1,360 words
Summary:<\/b> He sees him at the alley everyday.
Notes:<\/b> The beginning started off pretty awkwardly but I'm so happy it mellowed out into something nice ^^ I hope you like it!



Cold ground and wet rain was all he knew, curled up under makeshift shelters and digging through the bins for any edible food. Dark alleys were home and dirt was nothing but the scars of life that had turned horrible for the lost souls that resided there. Among the lumps of bodies curled up under newspapers and cardboard boxes laid Kris. He wasn\u2019t much of a talker, often migrating around the city back-alleys to find his own spot. The other people didn\u2019t mind him, they often gave him scraps and sometimes let him share their spots for the night, he didn\u2019t take up much.

It was the same day that Kris found his own spot that he saw the man go past, the one that smelled like cinnamon donuts and chocolate. He was always dressed smartly; pressed white shirt tucked into black slacks and polished shoes clicking on the pavement as he strolled past from the bus stop. His tie would always fly into his face as he got off the bus, his hands coming up to push it down and his briefcase waving around awkwardly as it followed the movements. Kris found it amusing to watch the man struggle before speed-walking to a small run-down house two doors down from the alley in which Kris resided. He settled down into the pile of newspaper before drifting off to sleep, dreaming of donuts and hot chocolate, the scent lingering long after the man had retreated.

It was a week after the first sighting that Kris knew the man had seen him. Those wide, inquisitive eyes stared down at his curled up form, thick lips pressed into a line as his eyebrows furrowed with worry. Kris didn\u2019t want to see that look, the look everyone gave him and the other people, as if they wished that people weren\u2019t so unfortunate. He hated that look, so when he saw the emotion reflected in those orbs, he stalked away as quickly as he could on his skinny legs.

Two days after that incident, Kris woke up to a box of food in front of him. It wasn\u2019t amazing food but after spending so long digging through trash cans, the simple canned tuna looked like a 5-star meal. He wasn\u2019t sure if it was the man from before or someone else but he didn\u2019t pay any mind as he dug into the meat like it was the most delicious food he\u2019s ever tasted.

Since then, every morning, Kris had woken up with a box of canned tuna next to him, sometimes it would be a bottle of banana milk, once it was even a box of bacon and eggs. Each time, he had wolfed down the food like no tomorrow, his stomach increasingly less grumbling and felt like he had more strength to support his body weight so he could finally walk without using the wall as support anymore.

Two months later, in the early morning, Kris woke up to a clanging noise, a tin rolling out of his vision and a shadow frozen in front of him. Startled, he sat up quickly and retreated into the makeshift shelter behind him. It was that man, all dressed and ready to work, but in his hand he held another box, a delicious smell wafting from the gaps. It smelled like chicken. Kris stared at the man with narrowed eyes, the man just offering him a smile before placing the box onto the ground in front of him. \u201cEat well.\u201d Was all he said, standing up straight and taking a step back. Kris inched forward, inhaling the smell of the food before digging into the food hungrily. The man just stood and watched him eat, occasionally checking his watch before he walked away with a quick \u201csee you later!\u201d.

Kris woke up every day to the man feeding since then, every morning was like a mini version of the man\u2019s actual breakfast. At first, Kris was slightly sceptical that the man would make the effort every day just to feed him but slowly and surely, he wasn\u2019t as startled when he saw the shadow hovering over him every morning. Then one day, gentle fingers found its way onto his head, soft fingertips rubbing circles into his head. Kris didn\u2019t know how to react, flinching away at first before he couldn\u2019t resist the touch and leaning back for more head rubs.

Kyungsoo smiled down at the form under his hand, the matted fur rubbing coarsely against his skin before he crouched down. \u201cI want to bring you home. Would you like that? I\u2019ll give you lots of food and nice warm baths and a nice soft bed, out of the rain and cold.\u201d He wasn\u2019t sure if the kitten knew what he was saying, instead it just continued to nuzzle its head against his hand. Perhaps he should just bring it home with him.

Without much contemplation, he scooped the now yielding kitten into his arms and waddled to the door of his home. Inside, it was warm and toasty, perfect for a Saturday spent inside. The kitten seemed to notice the change in temperature, its eyes scanning around the room before yowling. Surprised, Kyungsoo placed it down, the kitten diving for cover behind the sofa. Kyungsoo had an inkling of what happened, many times he had come across the kitten in both forms. As a kitten and as a human. A messy mop of dirty blond popped over the top of the sofa, followed by a forehead and narrowed eyes. Knowing full well what sudden moves could agitate, Kyungsoo raised his hands in front of him, much like the guy in Jurassic World with his velociraptors, and took small, steady steps to approach the man.

\u201cIt\u2019s alright. I\u2019m not going to hurt you. I want to help you.\u201d He locked eyes with the kitten-man and inched his way around the sofa. \u201cI\u2019m Kyungsoo. Did you understand what I said earlier in the alley?\u201d

The man gave a small nod of his head.

\u201cWould you like that? I can look after you, but you don\u2019t have<\/i> to be mine, you can leave when you want but I want to give you a chance to live somewhere nice.\u201d

Black ears twitched and eyes narrowed more before the man crawled out from behind the sofa. His black tail flicked behind him through a hole in his pants but apart from that he had no other forms of clothing on. Kyungsoo closed his eyes to prevent himself from staring too much.

\u201cA-Alright. Let\u2019s run you a nice, warm bath y-yeah?\u201d

He stepped around the crouching man, walking to the bathroom. Gentle padding footsteps could be heard behind him and he smiled lightly.

\u201cI think the bath might be a tad small but it\u2019s better than puddles, eh?\u201d

Warm water filled the tub, bubbles foaming from the liquid poured in it. The kitten-man was in it even before Kyungsoo could even open his mouth.

\u201cWell\u2026 Enjoy your bath, take your time and I\u2019ll go make some lunch, shall I?\u201d

Kyungsoo moved to leave the bathroom, hanging the spare bathrobe onto the hook before reaching to close the door.

\u201cThank you\u2026\u201d

The voice was gentle, raspy and deep. It made Kyungsoo have a double-take. The kitten-man was staring down at his bubble covered hands, his cheeks tinged pink under the dirt smears there. Lips forming a wide smile, Kyungsoo let out a soft chuckle to loosen the tension in the air.

\u201cIt\u2019s quite alright, you\u2019re welcome\u2026uh\u2026\u201d

Kyungsoo trailed off, unsure if the kitten-man actually had a name to start with. Not wanting to make it like he was forcing the other to reveal his name, Kyungsoo nodded his head, slowly retreating out the door.

\u201cM-My name\u2026My name is Kris.\u201d

Kyungsoo peeked around the door, wide enough to just fit his head. Kris was looking at him now, a dark burning stare as if waiting to see his reaction.

\u201cWell, it\u2019s nice to meet you, Kris.\u201d

Kris\u2019s heart fluttered at the lingering image of a heart-shaped smile burned into his mind, a smile forming on his own lips once the doors were closed.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15245.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","ship: d.o.\/yifan","day 11","rating: g"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15076.html","pubDate":"Wed, 18 Nov 2015 22:19:01 GMT","title":"DAY ELEVEN \u2605 (you put your arms around me) and i'm home","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15076.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>kingchendae<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 31 Yifan and Baekhyun are the eldest children of their upper class, wealthy families. They've been best friends as long as they can remember, always sneaking off from the mandatory dinner parties, to watch the sunset, talk about how they wish their parents weren't so overbearing and, as they got older, make out. They're not exactly sure how and when, but they're madly in love. The only problem? Their close-minded parents have already set them to be married off to other girls.
Title:<\/b> (you put your arms around me) and i'm home
Ship:<\/b> Baekhyun\/Yifan
Side ship:<\/b> Chanyeol\/Chen
Rating:<\/b> PG
Word count:<\/b> 3,665 words
Summary:<\/b> Pain doesn't automatically mean feeling hurt and pain until the end of time. Pain, hurt, sadness; it sometimes brings even greater things. Baekhyun wishes Yifan knows that.
Notes:<\/b> This is short af. I tried my best to give you a really short one-shot to be able to let you figure out the rest of the story; you can assume childhood memories, and future moments in their lives. It's up to you. This will be my part on the story of forever; the story of the decision that changes everything. Enjoy!



Yifan taps Baekhyun\u2019s pristine hand under the table, attracting the younger boy\u2019s attention so he could pass him the note he wrote earlier that evening. Baekhyun nudges his hand and Yifan took it as a sign to give him the paper; Baekhyun takes the paper right away, crumpling it so he could bury it inside the pocket of his dress pants. He excuses himself from the huge dinner table, bowing in front of his parents, Yifan\u2019s parents, and the other guests they have invited for dinner. He flashes Yifan a subtle smile before heading to the restroom and locking the door so he could read whatever Yifan wrote in his note, just like his usual notes for the past seven years.

Head to the back door as silently as you can and I\u2019ll follow you soon. I missed you. \u2013 K

Baekhyun chuckles inwardly, checking his reflection in the bathroom mirror before unlocking the knob of the door and walking away from the dinner table in silence. He ignores the stares of the housemaids directed at his direction and the moment he\u2019s sure no one can see him, he runs swiftly to the back door so he could patiently wait for Yifan to come.

He loosens the bowtie around his neck, feeling relieved after hours of pretending he was interested with the economy of Korea and the prime minister who just had a talk with his mother a week ago. Instead of listening to the rambles of his father about their company\u2019s stocks hitting low, all of his attention was completely focused on the tall, blond guy standing idly behind everyone while sipping his own glass of wine. Baekhyun didn\u2019t admit it to himself but he missed seeing Yifan after his one-week departure to France with his parents to attend a business conference. He missed talking to him and he missed his familiar warmth and he just missed the guy who always makes him feel so many emotions within a second.

Huge arms sneak around his waist and Baekhyun gets surprised with the sudden action but nevertheless, he turns around to face Yifan while on his toes.

\u201cHi.\u201d Baekhyun mumbles quietly, pinching Yifan\u2019s nose with his small fingers. Yifan takes his hand and Baekhyun lets himself be taken away outside the Byun\u2019s mansion to head to their usual spot: the swing situated in the middle of the luxurious garden filled with different kinds of greens that Baekhyun\u2019s mother specifically ordered around the globe. Yifan captures Baekhyun\u2019s smaller hand and he wraps them with his bigger ones, mumbling endless I love you\u2019s and I miss you\u2019s.

Baekhyun leans his head on Yifan\u2019s broad shoulder, familiarizing himself with the scent he\u2019s grown to love. Yifan smells of musk and lavender and he thinks it\u2019s the best combination of fragrance he\u2019s ever smelled in his entire life.

\u201cI missed you too, Yifan.\u201d Baekhyun says with a sigh as he buries his nose on the bridge of Yifan\u2019s neck and shoulder, staying there longer than he expected. Maybe because he missed him so much that he wanted to just be as close as possible, not wanting to experience the agony he had for the past week without Yifan beside him.

\u201cI\u2019m sorry I left for days. I\u2019m really, really sorry.\u201d Yifan\u2019s baritone voice soothes Baekhyun\u2019s nerves and he reaches up to Yifan\u2019s cheek, letting his fingers linger on the jutting cheekbones the taller boy had. Yifan stares back at him with a small smile on his face and he kisses Baekhyun\u2019s forehead to assure him he will never leave again.

\u201cIt\u2019s okay, you were needed there because you\u2019ll be an heir to a huge company so it was just right that you attended that conference. What matters is that you\u2019re back here and you\u2019re here beside me because God knows how much I missed you.\u201d Baekhyun leans closer to Yifan and he pecks him square on the lips, leaving Yifan dazed with the kiss.

They stay quiet for seconds, minutes; only the sound of the soft breeze and their heartbeats are heard and the both of them are staring at the distant sunset across the horizon, painting the skies with hues of orange and pink. Baekhyun wishes everyday would be like this.

\u201cIf you were given a chance to redo your life in another person\u2019s body, will you take that chance? Would you rather live a simpler life with no luxury and no responsibilities?\u201d

\u201cNo. I\u2019d rather take this life.\u201d Yifan answers.

\u201cBut why?\u201d

\u201cBecause,\u201d Yifan straightens up from his seat and he makes Baekhyun sit up as well to stare at his eyes, \u201cI\u2019d rather have you with me in this complicated life than to be alone without you in a life without responsibilities.\u201d

Baekhyun\u2019s eyes well up with his answer and Yifan wipes the stray tears away, caressing Baekhyun\u2019s cheek with gentle touches.

\u201cHow do you do that?\u201d Baekhyun silently asks.

\u201cDo what?\u201d

\u201cHow are you able to make me fall for you over and over again each day?\u201d Baekhyun lets himself cry this time and Yifan opens his arms to welcome Baekhyun in his embrace, hugging him as he bawls his eyes out. Yifan yearns for a life where he doesn\u2019t need to wake up every day at exactly six in the morning to get ready for corporate school; he wishes he\u2019d be like the other eighteen year-old\u2019s spending most of their time studying with their group of friends and hanging out after school hours. He wishes he had the chance to be free and be reckless and to be able to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. But if the price of being free is not being able to be with the one he truly loved, he\u2019d rather not take that chance because being with Baekhyun made every single day a bit brighter than it should be.

\u201cI should be the one asking you that, Baek.\u201d Yifan replies with another kiss to the crown of Baekhyun\u2019s head. The sun has completely set and darkness is slowly enveloping them. Yifan tilts Baekhyun\u2019s chin upward, letting him look above the skies with him.

\u201cThe stars are so beautiful, aren\u2019t they?\u201d Yifan breaks their silence again and Baekhyun nods beside him, smearing off tears from his eyes so he could have a clearer view of the sky. Yifan sneaks a glance towards his direction and he thinks he had saved the world in his past life to deserve a perfect being like Baekhyun. \u201cBut they aren\u2019t as beautiful as you, Baek.\u201d

Baekhyun blushes madly and he playfully hits Yifan\u2019s chest, giggling. \u201cStop being so mushy. I\u2019m not used to your mushy comments.\u201d

Yifan laughs beside him, wrapping an arm around Baekhyun\u2019s shoulder to keep him close to his side. \u201cYears from now, if I ask you to marry me, will you say yes?\u201d

Baekhyun doesn\u2019t answer for a long time and Yifan has never felt so anxious in his entire life but the wait is worth it because Baekhyun nods with a huge smile on his face. \u201cOf course, doofus. Remember when you asked me the same thing when we were ten years old? I said yes that time, and I\u2019m saying yes tonight as well. And if you ask me that in the future, I\u2019d still be saying the same answer.\u201d

\"And now, it's my turn to ask you with your own question. How are you able to make me fall in love with you even more each day?\"

Baekhyun doesn't answer this time and Yifan thinks that the silence between them is enough answer. The stars and the heavens are witnesses of the love that will conquer anything; a love that will test time, fate, and society itself. Yifan will never stop trying to wash away Baekhyun's constant doubts for the two of them because of the world that's going to judge them when they come out, and Baekhyun will never get tired of loving Yifan just because he's Yifan; his childhood friend, his bestfriend, his lover, his soulmate.

Sometimes, Yifan would think about his bestfriend, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun's bestfriend, Jongdae, who were accepted by their parents as soon as they announced they were a couple just because their parents had always loved them together. Chanyeol complimented Jongdae so much, especially when Chanyeol plays the guitar and Jongdae takes a hold of the microphone. Jongdae's mother was the one who actually suggested a spring wedding in America and he faintly remembered seeing Baekhyun teary-eyed for his bestfriend, feeling happy yet jealous at the same time.

Unlike their bestfriends' parents who were liberated after staying in the States, his and Baekhyun's parents were as strict as the rest of the Korean society. The both of them never tried to be so casual around each other in public, afraid of getting caught, and they only get to bask in each other's presence during times like this night. They sometimes spend afternoons hidden in the attic of Jongdae's house, talking about distant futures and blurry memories, and most of the time, they make out in the confines of Chanyeol's music room, creating endless fog on the window separating the instrument room and the recording room as Yifan takes Baekhyun's everything in one swift move.

He remembers their first time\u2014a spur of the moment experiment with each other's touches and kisses. Baekhyun had a weak spot behind his neck and Yifan made sure to touch it once in a while, arousing Baekhyun even more. Yifan made love to Baekhyun that night, and Baekhyun promised his forevers with him as Yifan took his all.

Yifan looks around them and he spots a very distant silhouette heading towards their direction. He moves away from Baekhyun, fishing out his phone from his pocket to keep himself busy and Baekhyun knows what it's all about so he fiddles with the hem of his coat, staring at the distant horizon in front of them.

\"Sirs, your parents are looking for you. Sir Yifan, your parents want you to head to the main ballroom as soon as possible. Sir Baekhyun, your parents are waiting for you in the conference room on the third floor.\" The Byun's main butler bows in front of them, keeping his head down as he waits for either one of the heirs to acknowledge him. Baekhyun clears his throat the the butler leaves right away, leaving him and Yifan alone once again.

\"Let's go?\" Yifan wiggles his way back into Baekhyun's arms, squeezing his huge size between Baekhyun's petite limbs.

Baekhyun sighs when he kisses the crown of Yifan's head. \"Yes, let's go.\"

They leave the swing side by side, with Baekhyun nudging Yifan's arms constantly as they neared the mansion. Yifan retaliates by tickling Baekhyun on his sensitive part but he stops himself when they finally reach the back door, back to the reality that hurts deeply.

\"I will-\"

Baekhyun cuts Yifan's sentence with a kiss and he steps back after making sure Yifan got the message he is trying to tell.

\"Okay, I will see you after.\" Baekhyun says before he heads inside the house, leaving Yifan alone outside. Yifan waits for a few minutes before following inside, maneuvering through the maze of hallways to get to the ballroom.

He steps inside and he sees his parents sitting on the seats near the stage, sharing a bottle of wine together.

\"Mom, Dad, you called for me?\" Yifan stands in between his parents, who are too busy drinking wine to notice his presence at first.

\"Ah, Yifan. Yes, please sit down in front of us.\" His father motions for him to take a seat and he pulls one of the velvet chairs in front of them, settling quietly.

\"What is it that you wanted to tell me?\"

His father pours in a bit more wine into his glass, eyeing his wife who is busy tracing the rim of her wine glass. \"Well, your mother and I realized you are turning nineteen next month, right?\"

Yifan nods.

\"And tonight's probably the perfect night for us to tell you the great news we have!\" Mr. Wu excitedly remarks as Yifan's mother smile beside him.

\"About?\"

His father clears his throat. \"About your marriage.\"

Yifan stays still in his seat, comprehending what his father just said. He definitely did not expect news of a marriage from his parents, especially after getting back home from their overseas trip to have dinner with their closest family friends. They have never hinted anything about him tying knots with a person during their trip and Yifan doesn't want anything arranged to happen in his wedding that he sees as something highly sacred.

Was this what my parents and Baekhyun's parents were talking about when we left? Are the both of us getting married as well?<\/i>

Suddenly, this thought makes him smile because spending the rest of his days with Baekhyun is his life-long dream and to wake up beside him is something he looks forward to.

\"Marriage? To who?\" His voice sounded too cheerful but he doesn't pay much attention to it. What matters for him is that his parents actually wanted for him and Baekhyun to end up together. The smile in his face is not faltering and his parents are glad as well, showing him genuine smiles.

\"To Qian, the relatives of Baekhyun's family.\"

This suddenly shatters Yifan's dreams of waking up in Baekhyun's arms and being with him until their last breaths.

\"What?\"

\"You are to marry Song Qian, close family relatives of the Byuns and a major stockholder of our company. We have had negotiations a few weeks ago, and Qian gladly agreed with our proposal. The wedding shall commence as soon as possible! We'd have the press cover the wedding throughout; your faces would be flashing on the screens of every household television that day, Qian would probably make everyone stutter with your beauty and of course, you son, you'll be blowing them away with your gorgeous looks that you obviously got from me! We'll be flying to her hometown tomorrow morning so get ready~\" His father sounds drunk already but that doesn't bother Yifan anymore. What bothers him is the news that he'll be off marrying someone he doesn't even know personally. He'll be marrying someone that is not Baekhyun.

\"I- I can't do that.\" Yifan's slowly feeling the tremble in his voice. But Baekhyun-<\/i>

\"Is there something wrong with marrying a family member of one of stockholders? Wouldn't this be great for our family?\" His mom looks proud, his dad sounds like he\u2019s expecting so much from him, and even the walls of the room seem like they\u2019re closing in on him, pressuring him immensely.

\u201cI just need to get some air.\u201d He excuses himself from his parents who didn\u2019t even bother to say goodbye to him, too busy with their own drinks to pay mind to his departure. Yifan pushes away the maids tending to him and he brings out his phone right away, typing numbers that are too familiar for him to not remember.

\u201cWhere are you?\u201d

\u201cUpstairs with my parents. They\u2019re supposed to tell me something but I\u2019m not really sure-\u201c

\u201cGo down, now.\u201d Yifan commands and he impatiently waits for Baekhyun to reveal himself behind the corner of the corridor. Small footsteps resonate around the quiet hallway and Yifan doesn't think twice when he immediately hugs Baekhyun, tighter than ever before.

\"I love you. I love you so much. I don't know why they're this cruel but I'm sorry I can't do anything. I love you, Baekhyun, more than my life and I really can't live without you.\" Yifan cries his heart out, grasping onto Baekhyun's coat with all the force he's got. It's almost the end for then after how many years\u2014and it hurts to know that all their promises will turn to dust the moment he leaves Baekhyun's house. It will all end the moment he says yes to the person that isn't Baekhyun.

Yifan waits for a response, an answer, any plea from Baekhyun so they could just run away. But Baekhyun shakes his head instead, kissing the crown of Yifan's head as the latter leans his cheek against Baekhyun's narrow shoulder.

\"It's okay, Yifan. I know you love me.\" Baekhyun replies. \"And this love is enough for me to let you go.\"

Yifan's heart doesn't beat for a second and he steps back from the petite boy, staring at him with tearful eyes.

\"What?\"

\"This is for the best, Yifan. Our love may have the power to conquer anything, but this time, I'm the one letting go even if it will hurt so much for the both of us. Think of it; we'll fight for this, but we're not sure of what the future may hold for the two of us. There are so many uncertainties with this relationship, especially with the fact that our parents will never be okay with us getting together. We're both young, we might meet more people in the future, and years from now, I want to see myself with you but I know it's not right because your parents think highly of you and I don't want for them to be disappointed because you chose me.\" Baekhyun doesn't sound remorseful and it kills Yifan to know that his lover doesn't even feel the slightest pain he's feeling. What he doesn't know is that behind Baekhyun's fa\u00e7ade is a boy who feels like he's dying, a boy who doesn't ever want to let go if he had the choice. But Baekhyun knows it's the most rational decision; he doesn't want for Yifan to get hurt just because they chose to be together.

\"You're willing to give up? What about all the promises we made? The forevers we promised to each other?\" Yifan almost begs on his knees if it weren't for Baekhyun holding him on his shoulders to keep him steady.

\"We met at the wrong time, Yifan. That's what I think. We may be right for each other, but we're not at the right place or at the right time to be together.\" Baekhyun opens his arms and Yifan knows that home is in between those small limbs which always make him feel loved. He silently hugs Baekhyun, basking in the scent he knows he'll miss. He only had a few hours before he says goodbye and it's so much to take in within an hour\u2014leaving his childhood friend, his lover, his confidante, his everything, and he couldn't bear it.

\"I love you.\" He whispers and Baekhyun nods.

\"I love you too, Yifan. So much that it hurts to let you go but enough for me to understand what's best for you, for us. I am not giving up because I don't love you anymore; I'm doing this because I love you. Remember that, Yifan. Always remember that.\"

Yifan lets him go when his parents call him to go back to the ballroom and without any hesitation, he kisses Baekhyun for the last time, more ferocious, more needy, more painful than before. He engraves it in his mind, up until the nook and cranny of his brain; he locks the feeling inside his heart, he tries to familiarize Baekhyun's scent one more time, he grabs onto the soft hair he knows he'll miss, and he finally stares at those beautiful, beautiful eyes he knows he'll never forget.

\"Maybe in this universe, or at this moment, we aren't meant for each other. But somewhere, sometime, I just know we'll end up together until the end. Believe in that, Yifan.\" Baekhyun says before Yifan leaves and when the latter turns around the next corner, he finally lets himself cry.


10 years later<\/i>

\"One black coffee for Mr. Byun?\" The barista calls out and Baekhyun stands up from his seat, dropping by the counter to get a hold of his morning coffee. Days are getting chillier by the minute and the scarf around his neck doesn't feel warm enough to keep him from feeling cold.

He waves goodbye to the barista\u2014an old friend of his who just knew the right type of coffee he liked\u2014with a smile on his face as he exits the caf\u00e9, preparing himself for another day of looking after his newly-built bookshop. It has always been his dream to own one, where he could share his love for books with strangers and friends alike.

Baekhyun is too busy sipping on his cup of coffee while texting his manager, Sehun, to notice that someone is blocking his way. They bump into each other, and Baekhyun ends up spilling all of his coffee to the tall person who just had to be a huge wall in front of him. Baekhyun internally panics, mumbling apologies over and over again, but a hand stops him from fanning the other guy\u2019s shirt, and somehow, those hands feel warm and familiar- a familiar feeling isn\u2019t regretful in any way.

\u201cYears ago, you told me in another universe, or maybe some other time, we might be together.\u201d The tall man chuckles. Baekhyun just nods in front of him, smiling. He knows\u2014he knows Qian died two years ago giving birth to her first daughter, he knows he himself is divorced after nights of hearing his wife\u2019s mumbling things like how he only genuinely smiles whenever he stares at his and Yifan\u2019s photos together.

He knows this is finally the right time. Not ten, fifteen, twenty years ago. It is exactly that moment when he looks up to meet familiar eyes that he calls his home<\/i>.

\u201cWe\u2019ll never know. Let\u2019s have coffee some time, okay?\u201d He proposes. Yifan agrees, smiling at him like the world is perfectly spinning again.

And as Yifan leaves the corner of the boulevard with Baekhyun\u2019s scribbly handwritten phone number and note inside the palm of his hand, he knows the love is still there. It has always been there, and it will always be.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/15076.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","ship: baekhyun\/yifan","day 11","rating: pg"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/14650.html","pubDate":"Wed, 18 Nov 2015 22:17:29 GMT","title":"DAY ELEVEN \u2605 didn't realise that i'd be falling for you","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/14650.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>raaamyun<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 178 As children, Yifan was always the one to take care of his friend whenever they needed help grabbing something off the top shelf or deal with the bullies. Now when they're older and roommates, it's his friend who helps him out in small ways Yifan doesn't realize.
Title:<\/b> Didn\u2019t realise that I\u2019d be falling for you
Ship:<\/b> Suho\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Word Count:<\/b> 8,179 words
Summary:<\/b> Sometimes it takes you 15 years to realise something.
Notes:<\/b> Thank you to the mods for granting me extensions! And thank you to L for being the best beta ever \u2661



Summer 1999

Wu Yifan met Kim Junmyeon for the first time 15 years ago.

At the young age of 6 years old, Yifan was uprooted from his birth country of Canada and plopped into the unfamiliar land of South Korea with his prized possession, a stuffed cream-coloured alpaca named Ace, and his mum.

Yifan took a good look at his surroundings upon reaching his new house in Apgujeong-dong. The house wasn\u2019t huge but it was very pleasant to little Yifan; a comfortable looking white two-storey house with a very neat, pretty garden. This was going to be his new home.

Maybe if he were a good enough boy, his mum would let him get a puppy (he had even thought of a name for it, \u201cRou Rou\u201d)! Because, as much as he loved his mum, it was still lonely being an only child.

While his mum directed the movers, Yifan looked around to take in the sights of his new neighbourhood. Yifan\u2019s house was at the corner of the street so he only had one neighbour, which was the house to his left. It was a light brown concrete house, with white trimmings and large windows. There were many potted plants placed in the garden, filled with colourful flowers. At the door of the house, Yifan noticed a small tuft of raven black hair peaking out from behind. Realising that he had been caught staring, the boy froze before slowly slipping behind his front door and discreetly trying to pull it shut.

Yifan felt a strange pull towards the boy, but brushed it off and focused back on absorbing his surroundings.

When Yifan\u2019s mum had more or less settled the moving, the doorbell rang. Yifan followed his mum towards the door and hid behind her legs. The door swung open to reveal a fair, petite lady who looked to be around his mum\u2019s age and a tiny boy with raven black hair behind her.

The same tiny raven-haired boy from the brown house next door.

Young Yifan, with his limited Korean, understood when the lady introduced herself as Mrs Kim and offered a plate of homemade kimbap as a \u201cwelcome to the neighbourhood\u201d gift, before pushing the boy currently hiding behind her legs to the front.

\u201cCome on now Junmyeon, don\u2019t be rude.\u201d

Junmyeon had stepped forward before he gave a deep bow, with a bashful smile (also the cutest smile Yifan had ever seen in his life) slowly spreading across his face. He was fidgeting a bit, weigh shifting from one leg to the other and rubbing his tiny fingers against each other.

Yifan instinctively moved from behind his mum and faced the mother-son pair in front of him. \u201cHello Mrs Kim and Junmyeon, my name is Yifan and I\u2019m 6 years old!\u201d

Mrs Kim let out a light laugh and bended down to pat Yifan\u2019s head. \u201cHello Yifan. It\u2019s nice to meet you!\u201d

Yifan then turned his attention to the smaller boy and held out a hand. \u201cDo you... want to play in the backyard? I saw a new swing there but I haven\u2019t had a chance to try it.\u201d

Little Junmyeon looked up at his mother who gave an encouraging nod. With that, he placed his smaller hand into Yifan\u2019s larger palm, who flashed a gummy smile. Junmyeon\u2019s cheeks turned pink before he let an excited Yifan lead him through the house to the backyard.

As the two boys ran to the back hand in hand, Mrs Wu turned to smile at Mrs Kim. \u201cI have a feeling that they\u2019re going to be great friends.\u201d Mrs Kim sighed happily and turned back to her new neighbour.

\u201cI have a feeling you most definitely are right.\u201d


~~~


Fall 1999

During the course of two whole months they had spent together, Little Yifan and Junmyeon had pretty much decided in that period of time that they were going to be Best Friends Forever. An added bonus for the two was that living in the same neighbourhood meant that they were enrolled in the same kindergarten, which was a five-minute walk away from their homes.

For Yifan, despite learning some Korean before moving, he was still very much lacking in Korean and was thus pushed one grade down. Which he didn\u2019t mind so much because it meant that he would be in the same class as Junmyeon.

So on the first day of kindergarten, accompanied by their mothers, Junmyeon skipped happily to school as he grabbed Yifan\u2019s slightly larger hands in his tiny ones and pulled him along, their tiny backpacks bouncing from their excited movements.

But soon enough, the two boys realised that preschool wasn\u2019t all it seemed.

Playtime was after their second period, and Yifan would usually accompany Junmyeon to the sandpit to build castles with Junmyeon\u2019s favourite red bucket, which he would take from the box at the door leading to the play area. But one particular day, as the bell for sacred playtime rang, Yifan had a very full bladder and needed to go to the toilet.

After assuring Yifan that he\u2019d be fine by himself, Junmyeon grabbed the red bucket practically flew towards the sandpit, already planning out what sort of castle he and Yifan would build today. Unfortunately for him, a group of other kids had a different plan. Noticing that a particular tall (and scary) classmate was not beside Junmyeon, they sauntered over to the petite boy, cocky smirks on their faces.

Junmyeon vaguely recognised the group of three as from the year above. They were notorious for being spoilt brats and used their much larger stature to terrorise the younger kids, enjoying how the scared 5 year olds would wet their pants and cry.

Junmyeon was by no means stupid. He had noticed the predatory gaze of bullies, their actions only temporarily prevented by Yifan\u2019s intimidating stature and cold facial expression. However, Junmyeon was a very easy target: he was kind and softhearted and wasn\u2019t as strong as the other kids due to his small size, especially without Yifan beside him. But he was never one to let others frighten him. So with his head held high, he faced the approaching trio with defiance.

They stood in a line in front of Junmyeon, hands folded over their chest and arrogant expressions on their faces. Junmyeon tried to sidestep them, but was stopped by a firm hand to his chest before he was pushed slightly backwards. Junmyeon furrowed his eyebrows and met the gaze of the leader of the three, situated between his helpers.

\u201cYou have a very nice bucket there.\u201d The tallest noted, his eyebrows rose with interest. \u201cWhy not you hand it over to me?\u201d

Junmyeon\u2019s grip on the bucket unconsciously tightened and he put on his most menacing expression. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, but I can\u2019t give it to you. I took it out from the toy box. But you can have it if it\u2019s still in the box during your playtime tomorrow.\u201d

The bully scoffed and unfolded his hands before he reached behind Junmyeon to grab at the bucket. Unfortunately, Junmyeon couldn\u2019t react fast enough, and so the two boys both hand one hand on the prized red bucket. \u201cHand it over, squirt. Now.\u201d

Meanwhile, Yifan had just entered the yard. His eyes scanned the area full of running, excited kids for his best friend. But his eyes widened when he spotted what was going on.

\u201cJunmyeon!\u201d

Yifan dashed towards the gathered group, pushing through the bullies and standing beside Junmyeon. The bully was forced to relinquish his hold on the bucket as he stumbled backwards and righted himself again.

A warm hand wrapped itself around Junmyeon\u2019s own and Junmyeon found himself pushed backwards, placed safely behind Yifan\u2019s back.

The appearance of Yifan seemed to have shaken up the bullies. Junmyeon noted that his best friend was as actually as tall, if not slightly taller, than them. Yifan narrowed his eyes. \u201cScram. Before I hurt you.\u201d

As the boys scampered away, Junmyeon spoke up. \u201cBut you wouldn\u2019t REALLY hurt them, right Fan?\u201d Giving a small pout, he continued. \u201cThere must be some reason as to why they\u2019re acting like this.\u201d

Yifan looked at Junmyeon incredulously; those boys harassed him and Junmyeon still wanted to be a saint?

But the combination of a cute pout, wide puppy eyes (and his very own Junmyeon-given nickname) was too much for Yifan to resist before his shoulders sagged and he looked down. \u201cNo Junmyeon, I wouldn\u2019t hurt them.\u201d

With that promise, Junmyeon leap forward into Yifan\u2019s chest, wrapping his short arms, still holding his red bucket, around a warm chest. Yifan sighed and shook his head, one hand placed on Junmyeon\u2019s back while the other reached upwards and ruffled Junmyeon\u2019s hair before returning the tight embrace.

\u201cThank you for helping me, Fan.\u201d Junmyeon snuggled tighter into Yifan\u2019s chest.


~~~


Spring 2000

As you would expect, the duo moved to the same elementary school.

By some stroke of luck, they had been placed in the same class, and immediately claimed the spot next to the other every opportunity (and lesson) they could. That\u2019s not to say they didn\u2019t make any other friends.

Junmyeon, ever bright and cheery, had made friends with a wide-eyed chubby boy called Minseok. Minseok had always sat in class by himself, everyone else didn\u2019t seem to like him very much. But one Science lesson, where they were required to group up into threes for a project, had Junmyeon grabbing his belongings and plonking his tiny frame into the chair beside Minseok\u2019s. Poor Minseok had looked so startled by the sudden intrusion, but Junmyeon\u2019s beaming smiles and friendly nature soon got him to open up. From then onwards, the three boys could always be spotted together. During lunch break, the three boys would gobble down their lunch then head to the courtyard to play catch.

It was Junmyeon\u2019s turn to be catcher. His ran as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, hot in pursuit of Minseok who had a wide grin on his face as he ran away. Minseok zipped through the courtyard and darted here and there in the hope of getting his friend off his tail.

Trees tall with age, roots far spread in the ground, lined the sides of the courtyard. Seizing the opportunity, Minseok flew through the row of trees in the hope that the shadows from the foliage would allow him to blend in. Determined to win, Junmyeon dashed towards Minseok. But before he could tag the chubby boy, his right foot hit something hard and he fell face first into the dirt.

\u201cJunmyeon, are you okay?\u201d Minseok ran to his friend\u2019s side and helped him sit up.

The impact had Junmyeon feeling a little disoriented but he soon felt a stinging pain from his left knee. Turning his gaze to the spot, he was horrified to find his leg marred by a fresh scrape as bright red blood oozed out. Shock overcame Junmyeon, and his first instinct was to cry his tiny heart out.

Poor Minseok was scared and clueless as of what to do as he knelt next to Junmyeon, a hand patting Junmyeon\u2019s shoulder in a comforting gesture. But it hadn\u2019t seemed to stop his friend\u2019s tears, and so he too began to cry.

Yifan, who had been hiding a distance away from them, was puzzled when he couldn\u2019t hear the cheerful shrieks of the duo. He left his corner of safety and headed out until he heard the faint cries of the two boys. Dread seized him as he ran in the direction of the sound, heart banging loudly in his chest. He pushed through the low-hanging branches to find the two bawling boys and their tear-stained faces, hands slightly grubby from the soil and an alarming patch of blood on Junmyeon\u2019s left knee. \u201cYifan, it hurts!\u201d Junmyeon raised his hands towards his best friend and cried.

Immediately, he moved closer to the near hysterical boys and pulled Junmyeon into a hug before turning to Minseok. \u201cI need you to calm down. Are you hurt anywhere?\u201d Minseok shook his head as his sobs subsided. \u201cCan you go to the General Office and tell Ms Kwon that Junmyeon injured himself? I\u2019ll bring him there soon.\u201d Minseok nodded furiously, determination in his eyes as he picked himself up and ran off.

By now, Junmyeon, who had his head buried in Yifan\u2019s shoulder, was merely whimpering, the shock from the injury mostly gone. Yifan slowly rubbed his back before he lifted him up. He squatted before Junmyeon, turned around to face him and patted his own back.

\u201cHop on, I\u2019ll carry you there.\u201d

Junmyeon contemplated the offer before nodding shyly and hopping on. He wrapped his arms around Yifan\u2019s shoulders and his legs hooked on to Yifan\u2019s waist. Yifan stood up, adjusting the smaller boy by hoisting him gently before slowly making his way to the General Office. He felt the boy on his back relax slightly before hugging Yifan tighter and leaning his cheek on the back of Yifan\u2019s neck.

The Sick Bay in the General Office was rather clinical. White walls with two small beds for kids who weren\u2019t feeling well, a metal cupboard in the corner and a sink on another wall. A decal was pasted along all four walls of the room, of colourful animals with toys and balloons, but it didn\u2019t really help much.
Ms Kwon was going to clean the wound and put a plaster.

\u201cYifan, you have to hold my hand okay? I\u2019m scared that it\u2019s going to hurt...\u201d Wordlessly, Yifan grabbed Junmyeon smaller palm, the pad of his thumb soothingly rubbed up and down the back of Junmyeon\u2019s hand.

And, of course, he didn\u2019t let it go, even though Junmyeon had a death grip on his hand and nearly broke it in two.


~~~


Summer 2000

Everyday after school, the two boys would go to Junmyeon\u2019s house. They took out their shoes before stepping into the house and making their way to the dining table. After their bags were dumped on the chairs, they would take out their workbooks and pens and spread them out on the table, run to the kitchen to grab an afternoon snack (which normally consisted of Mrs Kim\u2019s chocolate chip cookies and milk), before finally starting on their work.

Junmyeon shoved his English workbook at Yifan with a pout. \u201cFan, can you help me check my homework?\u201d

\u201cSure.\u201d Yifan looked at the workbook intently for any mistakes Junmyeon could have made. His eyes swept the page, before pausing at one particular question. He turned to Junmyeon, a finger pointed at Junmyeon\u2019s rather neat handwriting.

\u201cHmm, you see here? It should be \u2018My favourite animal is a bunny\u2019 because there\u2019s only one animal, which is the bunny. But if you put \u2018animals\u2019, that means that there are more than one.\u201d

\u201cOh, I get it now! Thank you Yifan, you\u2019re very smart.\u201d Junmyeon flashed a lopsided grin at the taller boy, which caused his cheeks to turn pink. \u201cIt\u2019s okay Junmyeon,\u201d he mumbled, \u201cYou\u2019re always helping me with Korean. You\u2019re really smart too.\u201d At the compliment, Junmyeon covered his face with his two fists.

But the shy smile and red ears definitely did not lie.


~~~


Spring 2003

It had been weighing on his mind since the start of the week, when he had first caught sight of the recruitment poster. Yifan was mostly introverted and shy. If it weren\u2019t for Junmyeon, he definitely wouldn\u2019t have as many friends as he did now. So, frankly, meeting new people sort of made him nervous. But basketball had always been one of his (many) passions, and now that the opportunity had come by, Yifan desperately wanted to seize it.

Besides not being fond of meeting new people, Yifan was also afraid of disappointing Junmyeon. Basketball practice would take up at least 3 afternoons a week, which were normally spent with Junmyeon, whether it be studying or goofing around. And Yifan considered the time spent with his best friend as very precious, he was sure Junmyeon felt the same way. So during an after school study session, Yifan plucked up his courage.

\u201cJunmyeon,\u201d Yifan started, \u201cI think I want to try joining the basketball team.\u201d

Junmyeon looked up from his work, eyes lit up, a bright smile gradually widening on his face. \u201cYou should go for it, Fan. I think you\u2019ll be great at it!\u201d

\u201cBut then you\u2019ll have to go home by yourself and I won\u2019t be able to spend time with you as often because of training...\u201d Yifan trailed off, lips unconsciously forming a little pout. Junmyeon let out a little sigh before he grabbed Yifan\u2019s larger hand.

\u201cYifan, I\u2019ve probably spent enough time with you these past 4 years to make up for the time we\u2019ll lose to your training sessions. It\u2019s fine. But thank you, for thinking about me.\u201d

Yifan flashed at grateful smile at the smaller male and squeezed his hand before turning back to his work, excitement bubbling in his chest.

As predicted, Yifan got a lot busier after joining the basketball team. But instead of going home, Junmyeon would wait for Yifan at the bleachers, either reading a book or doing some homework, looking up once in a while to glance at Yifan. And when Yifan wasn\u2019t occupied, he would look up and catch Junmyeon\u2019s gaze and a soft smile directed at him. Yifan would beam right back before focusing back on the movement of the game. Knowing that Junmyeon was still waiting for him at the end of every session, Yifan never showered in school. He\u2019d warm down, pack his bags and go straight to Junmyeon. Every single time, the latter would offer to help carry Yifan\u2019s equipment, but Yifan would gently push his hand away and grab one of Junmyeon\u2019s hands as waved by to his teammates and walked out of the gymnasium, pulling Junmyeon in tow.

The evening weather was cool, due to a downpour that had happened earlier, and the pavement was still wet from the rain. The sun was beginning to set, bathing the street in a golden glow. The walk home was quiet as usual, a comfortable silence enveloping the two after a long and tiring day. Yifan was swinging his shoe bag as he walked, Junmyeon clutching his books to his chest for dear life, fingers nearly disappearing under the sleeves of the sweater he was wearing. Junmyeon let out a soft yawn, a fist reaching up to rub his eyes, clearly tired from the day that was about to end. Immediately, Yifan felt bad.

\u201cYou know you don\u2019t have to wait for me, right? You can head home first if you want to.\u201d

Yifan\u2019s comment (which he had already repeated a million times before) earned him rolled eyes and a smack on his right shoulder. He grimaced in pain, where did someone so small sized get the strength to hit so hard?

\u201cI swear to God, if you tell me one more time that I should go home first, I am going to take it that you hate my guts and don\u2019t want me around. Idiot.\u201d

Yifan rubbed his now sore shoulder and gently shoved the smaller male. Once again, they walked home with warmth in their hearts and smiles on their faces.


~~~

Fall 2009

When Junmyeon was 15 and Yifan was 16, a certain \u2018problem\u2019 occurred.

Puberty had hit Yifan with the impact of a bullet train. But instead of looking ugly from the train wreck, he was drop-dead gorgeous. And poor Junmyeon couldn\u2019t help but notice his best friend\u2019s soft plump lips and striking side profile.

Yifan\u2019s baby fat had long disappeared, replaced by a sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. Courtesy of basketball and good genes, he had also shot up tremendously and towered over Junmyeon by nearly half a head. Which was the perfect height for Junmyeon\u2019s chin to rest comfortably on Yifan\u2019s steady shoulders. While queuing up for food, Junmyeon would take advantage of this by leaning forward and resting his weight on Yifan supported by his chin. Yifan was steady and warm. And the arrival of fall also meant colder temperatures and more opportunities to make use of his portable heat source.

Saturdays were reserved for the two males to hang out but fall had slowly started to limit the amount of outdoor activities they could do. With that in mind, Junmyeon had decided on spending time in the park. The leaves were starting to change colour and the weather was much cooler, there would also be more piles of dried leaves to step on! Initially, Yifan vehemently protested the suggestion, nagging on and on about how Junmyeon could catch a cold and fall sick. But Junmyeon had used his secret weapon: kicked-puppy eyes and a small pout. Yifan immediately crumbled.

Which is how they ended up walking along the footpath with autumn leaves strewn by the sides, flanked by tall tress with yellow and orange and red. Junmyeon was snuggled in a large grey hoodie (Yifan vaguely recognised it as his own from a few years back) with the collar of his baby blue button up visible, and a red fleece scarf wrapped around his neck, hands deep in his pockets for some warmth. Yifan had thrown on and buttoned up his green varsity jacket, his flannel peaking out at the hem of the jacket. The two males walked in silence, enjoying the slight breeze and biting chill of the fall air.

As they passed by an old Oak tree, Junmyeon let out a giggle. Yifan turned to him curiously. At the questioning gaze directed at him, the former explained. \u201cRemember when you were 10 and I was 9, we came to this park to cycle? But you weren\u2019t very good at it, so you lost control and crashed into that Oak tree and cried non-stop because you were so embarrassed!\u201d Junmyeon covered his widening smile with his hand as Yifan\u2019s cheeks turned red in embarrassment. Junmyeon laughed outright, his heart doing a little skip, and hooked his arm around Yifan\u2019s to drag his dejected friend along, the two of them reminiscing the memories they had made in that space together.

After they had walked along the path for a while, Yifan suddenly tugged at Junmyeon\u2019s arm. He followed Yifan\u2019s pointed finger to see an empty basketball court. An abandoned basketball sat at the side. Junmyeon lightly shoved him ahead, his face showing amusement. \u201cGo on.\u201d With permission granted, Yifan jogged ahead to the court, eyes alit like a child in a candy shop. Junmyeon made his way to an unoccupied stone bench, arms crossed over his chest for some extra warm.

It was mesmerising to Junmyeon, how the taller male shot hoop after hoop, large hands dribbling the ball with ease and long limbs flying through the air, his eyes were full of concentration but his smile was so wide and gummy and happy.

\u201cJunmyeon-ah, come here. I\u2019ll teach you.\u201d

Junmyeon got up and walked towards Yifan, who passed the ball to him. He ended up before the hoop, feeling slightly awkward as to what he should do. Without a second thought, he threw the ball up and missed. Disappointed, Junmyeon trudged over to retrieve the ball and went back to his spot, pouting at the basketball hoop that seemed to taunt him.

From the back, Yifan chuckled and walked towards him. He wrapped his arms around Junmyeon\u2019s shorter ones, holding onto his hands firmly. Yifan\u2019s firm torso was pressed to his back, so secure and dependable, and Junmyeon got a whiff of his musky cologne (a present from Junmyeon himself 2 Christmases ago, Junmyeon remembered how he had written in his card that Yifan needed to \u2018smell better\u2019).


Yifan guided Junmyeon\u2019s hands to pull back, before sending the ball flying through the air, and cleanly into the hoop.

\u201cIt went in!\u201d

\u201cYes, Junmyeon. It did. Now how about trying it from further back?\u201d

Junmyeon walked backwards, further from the hoop. He recalled how Yifan had prepared the throw; steady and strong hands placed over Junmyeon\u2019s own and arms wrapped around in an awkward half hug. Junmyeon took a deep breath and shook his head to clear those thoughts, before he aimed at the square on the backboard and took a shot. Unsurprisingly, it fell short. Determined to get it in, he made a few more attempts, of which none worked. Disappointed, Junmyeon turned to Yifan and whined. \u201cIt\u2019s no use, I\u2019m too short.\u201d

Yifan walked in front of the shorter, turned his back to him and squatted down before looking back with a smile. \u201cHop on, I\u2019ll carry you up.\u201d

Junmyeon\u2019s mind went back to when he was 6 and Yifan was 7, and Yifan had piggybacked him when he was injured. How he had clung to Yifan and buried his nose in the crook of Yifan\u2019s neck and got some snot on Yifan\u2019s uniform.

Except that Junmyeon was 15 and Yifan was 16, and they were a lot older and bigger than they used to be.

Nonetheless, under the encouragement of Yifan\u2019s inviting smile, Junmyeon gently placed his hands atop Yifan\u2019s mop of hair and carefully lifted his leg up. Yifan grabbed his ankle and guided it on top of his shoulder. When Junmyeon was safely seated on Yifan\u2019s shoulders, he slowly stood up, hands placed protectively on Junmyeon\u2019s shins. Junmyeon couldn\u2019t help but let out a giggle: he felt so tall and free! A mischievous smile spread across his face before he pointed forward. \u201cOnward, my noble stead!\u201d

Yifan let out a hearty laugh, passing the ball up to Junmyeon, before grabbing the smaller male\u2019s shins tightly and running towards the basketball hoop. Junmyeon readied himself before dunking the ball through the hoop, pleased when it swooshed through the net. Junmyeon gave a little whoop of achievement as Yifan ran around the court for a fitting victory celebration, a little winded but too exhilarated to care.

They spent the evening like that: Junmyeon atop Yifan\u2019s shoulders as they played around, with the sound of their carefree laughs resounding throughout the court.

Junmyeon swore that, in that moment, he fell a little more in love with his giant of a best friend.


~~~


Spring 2013

But after practically being joined at the hip for over a decade, non-platonic feelings be damned, it was only natural that they move into the same university apartment. It definitely wasn\u2019t a big apartment, there was a kitchen with one bedroom and a small living area, but it felt cosy enough for the duo. The kitchen led to the one room that the two boys would be sharing, and you could tell who took which side at one glance.

Junmyeon\u2019s half had an organised chaos to it. Articles of clothing were strewn all over the floor, Star Wars posters decorated Junmyeon\u2019s walls, shelves filled with comics and anime figurines, bed sheets a soft blue colour, and with a little potted cactus sitting on his desk.

On Yifan\u2019s side of the room, there was a mini hoop over his bed, which had pastel green bed sheets, and his stuffed alpaca placed beside neatly arranged pillows and a folded blanket. His shelf was covered in trophies from the many basketball competitions he had taken part in over the years, with the exception of two photo frames: one of a picture he had taken with his mum when he was much younger. He had a frown pasted on his face while his mother laughed and pinched his cheek, adoration shown clearly in her eyes. Another was of him and Junmyeon dressed in their graduation gowns last year, arms wrapped tightly around each other\u2019s shoulders and wide smiles on their faces (if you looked closely, you could spot Minseok tucked at the back attempting to jump into the photo).

On this day, seven boys were squeezed into the living room, the foldable table brought out so they all had a place to do their work. The sound of furious scribbling, the typing of keyboards and the occasional confused mutters could be heard as the boys focused on their assignments, eager to get them over and done with.

Kyungsoo was writing out a mind map for his essay, switching from biting the end of his pen with his mouth as he thought to quick scribing as an idea came to him.

Yixing and Minseok were huddled over their laptop finding research for their project work, occasionally consulting each other if whatever they had happened to find was relevant information.

Sehun and Jongin were staring at their Math homework, wracking their minds as they tried to recall what was taught in class (which was difficult when Jongin was sleeping half the time and Sehun was too bored to pay attention to the droning lecturer).

Meanwhile, Junmyeon and Yifan were seated next to each other (as usual) as Junmyeon transferred his lecture notes and slides into study notes for his revision. Yifan was finishing up his Astronomy report, gaze focused as he scanned through for any parts he may have missed out.

Junmyeon had met Kyungsoo on his first day of school. They were both Performing Arts majors and a large majority of their classes were together. Wide-eyed Kyungsoo was initially intimidated by Yifan when Junmyeon first introduced the two. But he soon realised that he was most probably scarier than 5 angry Yifans combined.

Yixing was someone Minseok had dragged along. He had met the Chinese male during their Business faculty orientation, and had shared their aspirations of opening a cafe and a bakery respectively. The two hit it off very well due to their quiet yet friendly nature.

Jongin and Sehun were Yixing\u2019s friends from the university Dance Club. The two could get rather immature when Sehun came up with a dumb idea, so Yixing brought them in the group in the hopes that the two would be able to focus when they studied and could also get help from the rest of the boys. Yixing\u2019s move had been right as they observed the boys grades increase steadily throughout the semester, though they still weren\u2019t disciplined enough, in Yixing\u2019s opinion. Nonetheless, the youngest boys of the group brought much spontaneity and joy to the rest of them and were a delight to be around.

With a sigh, Yifan stretched his back and took a deep breath to release the tension he had been holding in. His shoulder muscles were taut from staring at the screen too long and were starting to feel a little sore. Turning to his side, he watched as Junmyeon rearranged his notes, interchanging the use of pens and highlighters to emphasise certain points. His forehead was creased into a frown and his tongue stuck out slightly from his mouth, a sign that he was concentrating. Junmyeon could feel Yifan\u2019s eyes on him and quickly finished the section of notes, reading through once to ensure he had conveyed the main points properly before turning to face his best friend.

Yifan was sheepish that his gaze had been noticed but still pushed over his laptop with a pleading gaze. \u201cCan you help me proofread my essay?\u201d

\u201cOf course,\u201d Junmyeon replied, immediately reaching over to bring the laptop closer to him. As he read through the essay, he would inform Yifan of any grammatical mistakes to correct and clarify anything he wasn\u2019t sure about then suggesting a different sentence delivering the meaning in a clearer way. The two of them were leaning close to each other, exchanging whispers to make sure they didn\u2019t disturb the rest. From this distance, Yifan noticed Junmyeon\u2019s defined, elegant facial features, bangs left down which framed the fair, smooth face. He watched as Junmyeon ran a hand through his soft hair before rubbing his lower lip with the same hand, deep in thought. The sunlight streaming through the window left Yifan in awe of the beauty in front of him: sparkling eyes, round rosy cheeks and soft pink lips.

Kyungsoo raised his head to glance at the two, a soft smile spreading when he noticed how the two seemed to be lost in their own word. He nudged Minseok with his elbow and brought his attention to the two best friends. Soon, the whole group was blatantly staring at the two who were oblivious to the amount of attention they had gained, lost in their own conversation.

It wasn\u2019t until they had finished their discussion that they noticed all eyes were on them. The two shot the rest a questioning look, movements frozen midway from the confusion. Suggestive smiles were spread over their faces before Sehun broke the silence.

\u201cYou two look like a lovey-dovey couple all over each other.\u201d

With that, the five boys burst into chuckles. Junmyeon\u2019s eyes widened before he averted his gaze back at his work, the tips of his ears turning red. Yifan tried to hold back a blush, hands awkwardly fidgeting as he cleared his throat. The two looked away from each other and stared blankly at their work, hearts thumping fast within their chest.


~~~


Fall 2013

Yifan had woken up to the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen.

\u201cGood morning, sleepyhead! Food\u2019s almost ready, then you can get changed and head to your class.\u201d Junmyeon flashed an affectionate smile upon seeing how Yifan was only half-awake.

Yifan let out a smile at that (though it was more a grimace, but Junmyeon didn\u2019t mind) and leaned against the kitchen counter. He lazily surveyed the kitchen: pancakes were stacked in a tower, cherry tomatoes and baby spinach washed and ready to be served. The sizzling off the stove caught his attention and Yifan noticed how Junmyeon was neglecting the eggs left to cook in a pan.

\u201cJun, your eggs are starting to burn...\u201d

Junmyeon shot Yifan an affronted look and waved his spatula around. \u201cDon\u2019t tell me how to cook my eggs! I fry a decent sunny-side up!\u201d

Yifan raised his hands in surrender, slowly backing away from the sharp glare directed at him.

For a fact, Junmyeon did fry a decent sunny-side up. He could also make simple dishes and cook rice (without burning it!). But what Yifan didn\u2019t know was why Junmyeon decided to upgrade from having instant ramyun as his signature dish; he had merely chalked it up to an increased interest in cooking,

But what Yifan didn\u2019t know was that the real reason behind the revamp of Junmyeon\u2019s cooking skills was actually due to Yifan himself.

Between lectures, revision and basketball training, Yifan didn\u2019t really have the time or energy to do anything else. Quite often he wouldn\u2019t even be bothered to eat because he was much too tired. Seeing an exhausted Yifan caused Junmyeon\u2019s vast soft hard to ache, and he found himself wondering what he could do to make things easier for Yifan. Except for cleaning their shared room; Junmyeon knew how futile a task it was, what with him throwing his clothes all over the place.

It wasn\u2019t until a careless remark made by Yifan about how he missed his mother\u2019s home cooked food that Junmyeon figured out what he could do and sought aid from the Asian Food Channel, YouTube and Gordon Ramsey. (He had tried asking Kyungsoo to teach him once, but he felt bad for troubling the smaller male after nearly starting a fire and shortening the poor male\u2019s lifespan by about 10 years.)

As Yifan stared at Junmyeon\u2019s back, he wondered how it would feel to spend the morning to a sight like this; Junmyeon busy at the kitchen, the scent of a warm homemade breakfast and freshly brewed coffee wafting throughout the house, a little boy and a little girl running past, their carefree laughter lifting the atmosphere. Yifan would get up from his spot and walk towards Junmyeon, wrap his arms around that tiny waist and press a morning kiss to a fair cheek<\/i>- Wait, what?

Junmyeon was smart and sweet and kind, and oh so loving. His forehead would crease when he was thinking, and his nose would crinkle when he was smiling. To Yifan, he was beautiful inside and outside.

But Junmyeon was just his friend, his best<\/b> friend at that.

\u201cFan, time to eat! You can\u2019t study properly if you don\u2019t eat well.\u201d

Yifan shook his head as a slow smile spread across his face, what would he do without Junmyeon?


~~~

Spring 2014

\u201cEat this now, okay? If not you won\u2019t have enough time before training starts and I don\u2019t want you running around and throwing balls on an empty stomach.\u201d Junmyeon handed the lunchbox to Yifan, pink spreading on his cheeks. \u201cI\u2019ll be heading home first. See you tonight?\u201d Junmyeon tugged his bag closer to himself, looking up to Yifan for confirmation. \u201cThank you Jun, I\u2019ll get home as early as I can.\u201d Yifan reached out and ruffled Junmyeon\u2019s hair, a grin spreading on his lips. Junmyeon smiled back and turned around, walking away from the bleachers. When he was almost at the door, he turned around and gave Yifan a big wave and bright beam before adjusting his bag strap and leaving the university gymnasium.

Yifan watched Junmyeon\u2019s retreating figure until he turned out of the gymnasium before settling on a bench and opening the lunchbox. There were two rolls of beef kimbap and a giant chocolate chip cookie, a box of chocolate milk at the side. Yifan silently thanked the heavens for the gift of Junmyeon. Lately, Yifan had been having extra lessons after school, which meant that he was cutting very close to his training time and didn\u2019t have the time to get a proper meal. Junmyeon had somehow found out about this (Yifan didn\u2019t tell him because the didn\u2019t want the smaller male to worry) and began preparing lunchboxes for Yifan to have a quick munch before basketball practice. And Junmyeon\u2019s thoughtfulness was making Yifan\u2019s heart do funny flip-flops in his chest. Preoccupied with gobbling down his meal before training started, he didn\u2019t notice a pair of curious eyes that had watched his exchange with Junmyeon.

The warm water hit his skin and soothed his aching muscles as he let out a content sigh. Coach had been especially brutal during training and Yifan\u2019s body was suffering the aftermath of it. Drying himself off and getting changed, his mind was only focused on the thought of getting home so that he could see Junmyeon, flop on his bed, curl up and sleep. But then he remembered his forgotten pre-lecture reading for tomorrow. Yifan groaned.

A tap on his shoulder broke Yifan\u2019s reverie, and he turned to meet Park Chanyeol, the team\u2019s shooting guard.

\u201cHey Yifan, I was just wondering about your friend that came by today. What\u2019s his name?\u201d

Yifan narrowed his eyes, frown etched on his forehead. \u201cJunmyeon? Why are you asking about him?\u201d

\u201cHonestly, he\u2019s really cute. And I\u2019ve also heard that he\u2019s single, right? So since he\u2019s your best friend, why don\u2019t you introduce him to me and, y\u2019know, set us up?\u201d

The thought of another man holding Junmyeon\u2019s hand, being on the receiving end of his adorable eye-smile, and watching Junmyeon geek out over anime and Star Wars infuriated Yifan. He harshly slammed his locker shut and picked up his gym bag, not even bothering to turn around.

\u201cI\u2019m afraid I can\u2019t do that, Chanyeol. Junmyeon is off-limits.\u201d

Yifan was beyond frustrated after the whole encounter with Chanyeol. Trudging forward to the path that led to the apartments, he froze when he felt a fat water droplet land on his nose. As he stepped back into the sheltered walkway, the rain started to pour. He dug his bag for his umbrella, irritation rising when he couldn\u2019t find it. Great, just his luck.

An arm wrapped around his shoulder and he found Minseok standing by his side, a wide grin on his face. \u201cHey Yifan! How was training?\u201d

Yifan frowned, reminded of his bad evening. \u201cCoach decided to screw us all over today and my entire body hurts now and in the locker room, ChanyeolaskedifhecouldgooutwithJunmyeon,\u201d Yifan mumbled and trailed off.

\u201cFrom the sound of it, my football practice probably wasn\u2019t as bad as basketball and\u2014wait, what did you say at the end? Chanyeol asked if he could go out with Junmyeon?\u201d

Yifan\u2019s reply was a curt nod and a displeased frown.

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with Chanyeol? From what I\u2019ve heard, he\u2019s a really sweet guy, hardworking and all.\u201d

Yifan remained silent and Minseok could feel the anger radiating off him. He started, softer this time. \u201cY\u2019know Kris, sometimes I cant tell if you\u2019re in denial or actually dense.\u201d At that, Yifan turned to Minseok, a puzzled look on his face. Minseok sighed before continuing. \u201cI\u2019ve grown up with the two of you for the past 15 years, you think I can\u2019t tell that the two of you are dancing around each other? You\u2019re clearly completely into Junmyeon, as he is into you, I don\u2019t understand why you two haven\u2019t screamed it out and kissed yet. You\u2019re acting out now against Chanyeol, not because you dislike him, but because you\u2019re jealous.\u201d

Yifan remained silent, mind slowly processing the Korean\u2019s words. The gentle touches that caused Yifan\u2019s heart to beat thrice as fast, the whispers that sent Yifan into overdrive, the smiles so full of love that they drove Yifan crazy. Junmyeon had unknowingly wormed his way into Yifan\u2019s heart and built his own home there with a little garden and a wooden sign that said \u2018Junmyeon\u2019s\u2019<\/i> in black font. Just like how Yifan only displayed the picture with his mother, and the picture with Junmyeon.

\u201cThat felt great to say out. Anyway, I\u2019m headed home now. Just think about what I\u2019ve said, okay? If you need anything, I\u2019m only a phone call away. Night, Yifan!\u201d Minseok waved at a dumbfounded Yifan, holding his opened umbrella above his head and walking towards the student apartments.

Yifan decided to wait for the rain to clear before heading back, but he spotted a pair of headlights approaching and stopping in front of him. The window wound down to reveal the smiling face of Junmyeon, seated on the driver\u2019s side.

\u201cHop in! I knew you\u2019d be stuck in the rain without your umbrella, so I decided to offer my excellent, amazing driving skills to you.\u201d


Yifan stared, amazed at the man before him. \u201cHow did you know that I don\u2019t have my umbrella?\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019ve left it to dry in the laundry area for 2 weeks.\u201d

Right. Yifan mentally slapped himself.

Without a second though, he pull open the car door and slid into the front passenger seat, shutting the door after ensuring everything (including his limbs) were safely in the car.

The short ride back was filled with the sound of Junmyeon humming along to the radio, fingers tapping the beat against the steering well. Yifan looked out the window as the campus rolled past them, still deep in thought over Minseok\u2019s words earlier.

\u201cYou\u2019re awfully quiet, anything the matter?\u201d

Yifan looked over to see Junmyeon stealing glances at him, concerned etched on his face. \u201cJust... thinking. I\u2019m fine, don\u2019t worry Jun.\u201d He placed his hand atop Junmyeon\u2019s thigh, patting it comfortingly. Internally, Junmyeon almost had a mini heart attack from the action. The rest of the night was filled with contemplative silence as the two reached home and gave into slumber.

Yifan was exhausted from the day that had just passed. He threw his gym bag to one side and stepped into his room, only to find Chanyeol holding hands with Junmyeon, with smiles that seemed sickening to Yifan. \u201cYou were too late, Yifan. Junmyeon is mine now.\u201d Yifan watched as Chanyeol brought Junmyeon closer, arms wrapped around the small waist. \u201cJunmyeon, no. Don\u2019t do this please, don\u2019t!\u201d<\/i>

Yifan opened his eyes, searching in the darkness to make out Junmyeon\u2019s features.

\u201cJunmyeon,\u201d he breathed out, relief flooding him as he blindly reached for Junmyeon\u2019s hand. Junmyeon\u2019s cool stubby fingers gently caressed his hot, sweaty forehead and swept his bangs to the side. \u201cShhh Yifan, it\u2019s okay. I\u2019m here, I\u2019m not going anywhere.\u201d

Junmyeon was completely knocked out and deep in dreamland until he heard soft whimpers. As he was forcefully pulled out from his sleep, he realised the whimpers were coming from the bed beside him and jolted awake, immediately getting up and going over to comfort Yifan. The soft cries he let out were like knifes in Junmyeon\u2019s chest as he patted Yifan awake.

Yifan rubbed Junmyeon\u2019s hand with the pad of him thumb, as he held it in a vice-like grip, afraid that if he let go, the smaller male would disappear.

\u201cCan you... stay with me tonight? Please.\u201d

Yifan\u2019s shaky voice caused Junmyeon to cave in, lifting up and slipping under the covers. They hadn\u2019t slept in such close proximity since early elementary school, and Junmyeon found himself craving the closeness after so long.

Yifan wound his hands around Junmyeon\u2019s chest, pulling him closer, and Junmyeon buried his nose into Yifan\u2019s chest, arms resting at Yifan\u2019s waist. The bed was far too small for the two of them, legs in one tangled mess, but neither seemed to mind.

They fell asleep to soft breathing and the rhythmic beating of their hearts.


~~~

Summer 2014

When the two were much younger, Junmyeon would head over to Yifan\u2019s house, giving 2 sharp knocks before opening the door to Yifan\u2019s room. The two boys would then draw the curtains, switch off the lights and flop on Yifan\u2019s bed, lying next to each other as they stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars that Yifan had stuck on his ceiling. During those moments, the two would talk about anything and everything.

In particular, after they had reached their teenage phase, the topic of romance had come up very often. And for some reason or another, Yifan had always remembered Junmyeon\u2019s answer to \u201cWhat is your dream confession?\u201d

He never understood why it had stuck so vividly in his head. He supposed the reason was because of this, which had taken weeks and the help of many friends to coordinate and prepare. He had been planning this for a while, but increased basketball practice and the Spring Semester exams had delayed putting it into action.

But it was going to happen this time.

Under the pretense of a heart-to-heart talk (which technically wasn\u2019t a lie), Yifan had invited Junmyeon out to the school fountain. It was quiet and cooling, and a comfortable sort of dimness to it.

Yifan had worn a black t-shirt and grey jeans and sat on the bench tapping his feet nervously waiting for Junmyeon to arrive. And at 8:05 PM, Yifan saw the person he had been looking out for. Junmyeon was dressed in a baggy shirt, blue jeans and a snapback perched backwards on his head, a bright smile on his face as he waved at Yifan. He sat down and turned to the side, giving the signal that he was ready to listen.

\u201cI\u2019ve been thinking recently, about how some people come into your life. And you don\u2019t realise it, but soon they\u2019ve wrapped themselves in and made themselves at home, and you probably couldn\u2019t imagine what it\u2019s like without them. Without loving them.\u201d

Yifan looked directly at Junmyeon and grabbed both his hands, holding them in his grasp tightly.

\u201cIt\u2019s the dream isn\u2019t it: to fall in love with your best friend. And for me, I have you.\u201d

Junmyeon merely nodded his head at Yifan\u2019s words, before comprehension dawned on his face. His eyebrows shot up and eyes widened, and slowly turned his head towards Yifan. In Yifan\u2019s eyes, Junmyeon resembled a startled bunny and he internally saved this expression for future reference.

\u201cI\u2019m sorry I took so long to realise how I felt about you.\u201d Yifan brought his hand to Junmyeon\u2019s cheek and caressed it, observing how the skin turned pink under his touch. Junmyeon opened and closed his mouth, seemingly thinking about how to phrase his words before he started. \u201cActually, I was going to tell you too, but I didn\u2019t know if you like me. I didn\u2019t want to risk ruining our friendship. I... I couldn\u2019t lose you. No one can ever replace you.\u201d

With that, Yifan pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. Hidden within the velvet box was a gorgeous ring with a small wing placed atop a silver band. Yifan gently picked it up and reached for Junmyeon\u2019s hand before looking up. \u201cWill you be my boyfriend, Kim Junmyeon?\u201d

\u201cGladly.\u201d With that, Yifan slid the ring onto his ring finger, glancing up to see Junmyeon\u2019s eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Yifan dabbed at them with his finger before cradling Junmyeon\u2019s face in his palms. The smaller male pouted. \u201cAlso, this better mean that you\u2019re going to treat me super well. I have high standards for you, Wu Yifan.\u201d

Yifan chuckled and pulled Junmyeon close before gently pressing their lips together, thankful that he had met the tiny raven-haired boy from the brown house next door.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/14650.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","day 11","rating: pg-13","ship: suho\/yifan"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/14437.html","pubDate":"Tue, 17 Nov 2015 19:54:26 GMT","title":"DAY TEN \u2605 come into the night with me","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/14437.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>khrysallis1106<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 49 Yifan lives a rather blissful normal married life with X until someone from his sketchy past shows up and kidnaps X. Yifan was a mafia boss' son who wants nothing to do with his family's business. But now that his father is in his deathbed, he is the only heir to China's biggest syndicate.
Title:<\/b> come into the night with me
Ship:<\/b> Kai\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> R
Word count:<\/b> 5,500 words
Warnings:<\/b> Violence, minor character death
Summary:<\/b> Yifan is not the person he seems to be.
Notes:<\/b> Dear prompter, I hope this is in accordance to what you\u2019re looking for! :)



\"Hi, love.\"

The term of endearment brings a smile to his face the moment he picks up the call, the wedding band on his left ring finger pressing into flesh when his grip tightens around his phone. Right on time.

\"Hi to you too, love,\" he greets, feeling the smile stretch even wider when he hears lovely laughter coming from the other end of the line.

\"I hope you're not driving\u2013\" The voice warns mildly, just as Yifan cuts the engine to his car, having just parked moments before his phone had rang, \"\u2013or I'm actually going to come over to your office and kick your ass when I have the time.\"

\"No, Jongin. Your timing is always impeccable.\" Yifan actually laughs this time, leaning into the leather seat of his car and closing his eyes in perfect bliss. Just three years ago, Yifan would have scoffed at the idea of him getting married and living a perfectly domestic life with someone else. Right now, though, he couldn't have imagined a life more perfect than this, being happily married to none other than Kim Jongin.

They'd met through the most clich\u00e9d of circumstances, if Yifan has to admit it himself. Yifan was a top-notch accountant who'd been tasked to audit the accounts of a talent management company \u2013 the very one Jongin's working at, as a professional dancer for the talent groups under its wing. On the day that he was supposed to visit the company, Jongin had ran into him in his haste to get to practice, apparently having overslept that morning. Yifan remembered being completely mesmerised by his strong gaze and soft mannerisms, even more so when he'd watched Jongin's powerful performances on stage. Yifan won't exactly label their relationship as a whirlwind romance, but he sure as hell was knocked off his feet by the tempest called Kim Jongin. Even now, he's still getting swept away by his husband, who's a breath of fresh air in Yifan's previously mundane life.

\"Good,\" Jongin hums just then. \"I can't wait till I get home tonight.\"

\"Already?\" Yifan teases, and he can already begin imagining the way Jongin's expressions will be set in a half-scowl at the words he's about to say. \"The kids under your care will be absolutely devastated to hear that Kai sonsaengnim<\/i> prefers his husband over them.\"

\"We have unfinished business<\/i>, asshole,\" Jongin mutters darkly, evidently displeased. Yifan is reminded of how he'd nibbled on Jongin's neck and ran his hands up Jongin's jeans-clad thighs, then palming him through his pants, all right before he'd kicked Jongin out of the car at his personal studio with a cheeky grin and a promise that he'll pick up where he had left off in the evening. Jongin had very crudely flipped the finger at Yifan, who had laughed even harder at the flush which decorated his husband's neck.

It's a great sight indeed.

Yifan deliberately switches to his husky voice next. \"Don't think too much about me, alright? You wouldn't want your students to ask about your boner in the middle of the class.\" He says, and counts down from three.

As if on cue, Jongin hurls a string of expletives at him, and Yifan has to really, really hold his laughter back this time. Predictable Jongin. \"I swear<\/i> to God, I will make you pay tonight.\" He promises, and already Yifan's mind is hard at work, trying to imagine what Jongin might possibly do to him. His cock twitches in his pants when his thoughts linger upon the amount of toys Jongin has hidden away in a drawer, and he wonders if he can coax Jongin into actually using that vibrating plug.

\"Give it your best shot, love.\" Yifan challenges, feeling the anticipation build within him. Jongin never backs down from a challenge, after all, and Yifan definitely won't object to anything that might spice up their already-vibrant married life.

That's when the sound of squealing children reaches his ears, and Yifan disappointedly shoots a look at the clock on his dashboard display. It's almost time for Jongin's first class to start. \"I guess I'll see you tonight, then?\"

\"Yeah,\" Jongin affirms, tone laced with disappointment at having to hang up. Even though they've been married for over a year now, chatting on the phone when they were apart never becomes a bore. \"I love you, Yifan.\"

The words manage to put a smile back on his face, and Yifan grins as he says, \"I love you too.\"

When Jongin finally cuts the call, Yifan climbs out of the car and shuts the door, locking it before heading towards the elevators. Nine more hours till he sees Jongin again.



\u20b3<\/center>



An uneasy feeling fills his senses the moment Yifan steps into the parking lot after work. An unmistakable sensation of being watched, of being hunted down. It's a feeling that's been forgotten for so long that it's almost foreign, and rather than the usual thrill, trepidation envelops him instead.

Yifan looks around surreptitiously, but sees no one else in the parking lot with him. His grip on his briefcase tightens, mentally calculating twenty steps from the door to his car, ten if he ran. Plenty of time for anything at all to happen.

Pretending he hasn't realised that something is amiss, Yifan switches his briefcase to his non-dominant hand, and begins walking casually to his car, free hand in his pocket.

The entire ordeal unfolds faster than he'd imagined, though. Five steps across the parking lot, and already Yifan can hear someone charging at him, footsteps loud as the other person runs the rest of the distance from the furthest pillar towards Yifan. His right hand dives into the pocket of his coat at once, brandishing a dagger with a hilt bearing a dragon's motif before the other man can even reach him.

Dropping his briefcase, Yifan locks his left arm around the neck of the other man the exact moment that he comes into Yifan's reach, choking him mercilessly before plunging the dagger right into the man's chest, over the area where his heart is supposed to be, and drags<\/i>. Yifan pulls away just in time to avoid his clothes getting stained by the blood that spills out of the gaping wound in the man's chest, wiping the blade of his dagger on the dead man's clothes before hiding it from view again.

The gravity of his actions doesn't sink in until moments later, when the adrenaline haze has cleared from his head and Yifan finds himself standing in the middle of a deserted car park with a dead man lying by his feet. The first thought that comes to him isn't fear though; it's anger and worry that he's been found that clouds his mind.

Yifan has never forgotten his roots, what he's been born into, what he is<\/i>, but it doesn't stop him from wanting to denounce the darker side of him. He's lived in relative peace all these years, concealing his presence between concrete jungles and neatly-pressed suits, never dabbling in what he shouldn't, so Yifan can't think of a reason why his weapons should be in use now<\/i>.

He doesn't stop to dispose of the body, though, knowing that more will come after him if he ever stalls. Immediately Yifan runs the last of the distance to his car, sliding into the leather seat smoothly and gunning the engine at once, tyres screeching jarringly against asphalt as he drives out of the carpark.

It's not until he's on the streets that Yifan retrieves his phone from his pocket and dials Jongin's number \u2013 warning from Jongin to never speak on the phone when he's driving be damned. He holds on to that tiny hope that maybe it's only Yifan that's been discovered, while the rest of his life in Seoul remains concealed, because he can't ever stomach the thought of Jongin getting hurt because of him.

By the time he reaches Jongin's voicemail inbox on his fifth consecutive try, that tiny sliver of hope slips right out of his fingers too, and he can feel the cold sweat beginning to drench his once-pristine office suit. Yifan swallows hard, and slams his foot on the accelerator.

Please be okay<\/i>.



\u20b3<\/center>



The studio is eerily silent when Yifan arrives.

It's never like this; Jongin would always continue practising into the evening, even after his last student has left, preferring to keep his muscles and joints moving until Yifan arrives to pick him up for dinner. Yifan would usually reprimand Jongin for abusing his body a lot more than he already does, but right now, Yifan would give anything to be greeted by dubstep music and the sight of a lithe, dancing figure in the practice rooms.

If there's only one thing Yifan can be glad of, it's the fact that the studio is still relatively intact, without any obvious signs of a scuffle having taken place at all. That, and the lack of blood pooling on the floor, is more than Yifan can ever wish for. He knows how callous these people \u2013 people like the one who'd tried to kill Yifan \u2013 can be, and if they had indeed taken Jongin, Yifan can only hope that they hadn't hurt him at all.

Yifan's heart practically stops when he finds Jongin's iPod lying discarded in the middle of the room he uses the most. Jongin never<\/i> leaves his iPod alone, and it's a sign that he'd been taken by force. With a heavy heart, Yifan walks towards the device and picks it up, gripping it tightly in his hand.

That's when his phone suddenly rings, ringtone loud in the silence of the studio, making him jump. Yifan's quick to answer it, pulse racing because it's the ringtone he'd set specifically for Jongin \u2013 it's their<\/i> song \u2013 and he really, really hopes his husband is okay.

\"Jongin!\" Yifan yells into the phone the moment he presses it to his ear, even though he'd talked himself through this earlier. The franticness in him isn't allowing him to stay calm, not when his husband's life is at stake, when he's missing<\/i>. He doesn't even care if Jongin would ask him about it later. \"Jongin! Where are you? Are you okay?!\"

For a moment there's only silence, then a laugh is carried through the line. Yifan shudders; it doesn't belong to Jongin. \"How the mighty have fallen.\" The man says, and Yifan frowns because he can't recognise it. The man \u2013 woman? \u2013 is bright enough to utilise a voice modulator to conceal their actual voice.

Then the panic sets in once again when he realises he's being spoken to in his mother tongue; they<\/i>'ve found his weakness.

No.<\/i>

Yifan grows livid at the thought, and he makes his anger known by snarling into the phone. \"Who the fuck are you, and what have you done to Jongin?\"

More laughter. \"My, aren't you a frightening one.\" The voice possesses a teasing lilt, and it takes all of Yifan's self-control to not hurl his phone into the mirrored wall. No one plays Wu Yifan like this. \"I merely invited your... husband<\/i>, was it? To come along with me on a trip. He's... fast asleep as we speak.\"

\"Don't you dare<\/i> lay a finger on him.\" Yifan warns, breaths coming out raggedly. \"If I see a single scratch on him, I will<\/i> fucking slice your fingers off, one by one\u2013\"

\"Charming.\" The other man cuts him off brusquely, as though unperturbed by Yifan's warning. \"I've seen the CCTV footage of you dispatching the assassin earlier. I must say I'm disappointed, Wu Yifan. This is nowhere close to what you're actually capable of. Such a clean job. Don't worry, though, I've taken care of the body on your behalf.\"

\"What do you want?\" Yifan reiterates through gritted teeth. He's in no mood for games or a trip down memory lane; he only wants Jongin back in his arms, safe and sound.

The man hums. \"That's a good question. I'll let you know once I figure it out. Keep in touch.\"

The line goes dead before Yifan can slot another word in, and he really has to physically restrain himself from destroying his phone. Worried, agitated, and above all \u2013 filled with dread, Yifan slumps to the parquet flooring on his knees, feeling helpless for the very first time in his life.

What has he gotten Jongin into?



\u20b3<\/center>



He doesn't know how long he's been holed up in this dingy motel room, but he's sure it's been long enough that he's seeing the patterns on the torn wallpaper move, the base of his spine aching from sitting on the hard flooring for hours on end. The weight of the wedding band is heavy on his finger, a grim reminder of a promise he's failed to keep \u2013 the promise to protect Jongin no matter what it takes.

There's nowhere else Yifan could have gone to, not when the ones hunting him down has found his and Jongin's home and had ambushed him when Yifan had wanted to grab some personal belongings. Not wanting to leave any bloodstains on the floor of the apartment unit he shared with Jongin, Yifan had opted to knock them out with a hard blow to the neck. Less of a mess to clean up \u2013 in the meantime, anyway. They're bound to find him again eventually, and when that time comes, he will not hesitate to put an end to their lives.

His grip on his phone remains firm. His eyes must be bloodshot now, if the dull ache pounding at the back of his head is any indication of it. But he can't sleep a wink, not until he receives the promised call in return. It's been two long, agonising days, and yet \u2013 nothing.

Yifan finds that he can't rest easy either, not when his mind is filled with Jongin, Jongin, Jongin<\/i>. He knows he's hoping for the impossible, to want Jongin unharmed even when he's held captive. He's talking about the China's mafia<\/i> here, notorious for their merciless acts; it's the main reason why he had decided to disentangle himself from that world in the first place.

And now it's here to haunt him again.

Yifan jumps, the phone nearly slipping out of his hand when it suddenly starts vibrating. Right now, his and Jongin's song sounds more like a mockery to him, when it's blaring into the stale air of the room. He sucks in a deep breath, wills himself to calm down. It won't do for him to broadcast the fact that he's affected<\/i> by Jongin's kidnapping to the extent that he's about to lose his grip on sanity. It would bode ill for Jongin's wellbeing, and they will<\/i> torture Jongin for the sake of seeing Yifan in agony \u2013 whoever they<\/i> are. He feels incredibly exposed, when he's standing in the light while he's being watched from the shadows. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

\"Hello?\" He says the moment he presses the phone to his ear, wincing when his voice comes out scratchy and hoarse from disuse.

The response is immediate. \"Good to hear that you're holding yourself together, Wu Yifan,\" the voice says, still modified with a modulator. Yifan begins to get suspicious; why would anyone be this meticulous in making sure he doesn't recognise them over the phone? \"I see your husband has gotten some of your grittiness. He's surprisingly calm, given the situation he's in.\"

Yifan tries so, so hard to not get riled up at the mere mention of Jongin. \"I have no time for small talk. What do you want?\"

A breathy laugh, as if the person on the other side of the line is actually amused. \"Succinct and straightforward as always, I see. Tell you what, why don't you fly over to Guangzhou? I prefer talking to you in person. Phones are incredibly... undependable. Easy to tap.\"

In a split moment's inattention, Yifan lets his inner thoughts slip. \"And Jongin?\" He blurts before he can even process it, and he instantly regrets his words when another laugh reaches his ear.

\"You will find out when you come. Remember, time is running out.\" The man tells him, and it actually makes Yifan enraged because he's in no mood for some petty fucking game<\/i>.

\"If you hurt him\u2013\"

The line goes dead. Yifan punches the wall in frustration until his knuckles come away bloody.



\u20b3<\/center>



A fucking tasteless game of hide-and-seek. It's what Yifan thinks about all of this, as he takes his first steps into the Port of Guangzhou. The scorpion tattoo on his left arm throbs dully, even though Yifan knows it's probably part of his imagination. A homecoming of sorts, he guesses. Guangzhou is \u2013 was<\/i> \u2013 his backyard back in those days, and this very harbour stirs up many unpleasant memories. Memories which Yifan would gladly dissociate himself from.

It's rather claustrophobic, when he's surrounded by cargo containers stacked up to several storeys high. Even though the sun is high up in the sky, he's cast in nothing but shadows as he quietly slips between the paths, trying hard to avoid the workers of the harbour. He doesn't want to get caught for trespassing even before he arrives at the designated warehouse.

It's not after an hour of searching that Yifan finally finds the warehouse where he's supposed to meet the person who'd been bold enough to kidnap Jongin. With trembling hands, he pushes past the heavy metal door, and steps inside cautiously. The inside of the warehouse is oddly silent, a stark contrast from its bustling exterior where everyone is hard at work, and Yifan immediately abandons all his reservations, calling out into the empty warehouse.

\"Wherever you are, get the fuck out right now.\" He growls, growing impatient by the second. The person who'd decided to kidnap Jongin and make Yifan run around in search of him has made a grave mistake \u2013 Jongin is the only one Yifan will die to protect, and he will stop at nothing.

Soft laughter fills the air, followed by languid footsteps, and Yifan feels marginally thankful there isn't any pointless stalling. \"You have not lost your feistiness, even after all these years.\" The voice, this time clearly revealing its owner's identity, makes Yifan's eyes grow wide, and he narrows them once again when another man stands before him on the other end of the warehouse, shoulders rolled back and hands in his pockets. That dimpled smile is unmistakable. \"Hello, Wu shaoye<\/i>. We meet again.\"

\"Zhang Yixing.\" Yifan greets gruffly. When he was initially ambushed, Yifan would never have thought that his own men \u2013 let alone his second-in-command<\/i> \u2013 was behind all this. He feels betrayed and confused all over, but he supposes it's only right that karma comes back to bite him in the ass. After all, he's sure his clan had felt the same when he had announced his decision to step out of the underworld, and subsequently disappeared under the radar without anyone being any the wiser. \"It's been a long while.\"

\"Indeed. You were good at hiding. It was a difficult task, attempting to dig up your location.\" Yixing concedes, then smirks. \"But I guess we have your husband<\/i> to thank. If not for his high profile background and his legion of fans, we wouldn't have found you.\" The way Yixing spits the word 'husband' out like it's made of poison leaves a bitter aftertaste on Yifan's tongue.

\"Where is Jongin?\" Yifan asks, wanting to make sure that Jongin's safe and sound before he continues to humour Yixing with their little catch-up session.

Yixing smirks again, before walking over to a huge container to his right and dragging someone out of it. Yifan's throat clenches when Jongin's shoved onto the ground, his arms bound behind his back and a gag fashioned out of cloth stuffed into his mouth. There are numerous cuts and bruises marring his perfect olive skin, most noticeably over the apple of his right cheek, making Yifan see red. His gaze meets Jongin's just then, and he finds himself holding back; Jongin's gaze is intense, determined, and most of all, trusting<\/i> even though Yifan is the prime reason why Jongin's in this situation at all.

\"Tell you what\u2013\" Yixing speaks up, shattering the silent moment Yifan was sharing with Jongin, and Yifan forces himself to focus his attention on Yixing. \"\u2013have a friendly little duel with me. If you win, then I'll let you walk off with your pretty little husband just like that. If you lose, though\u2013\" the smirk on his face grows more sinister, \"\u2013then I get to kill<\/i> him right before your very eyes.\"

Even though Yifan's alarmed by the conditions set by Yixing, he doesn't let his panic show, knowing that it'll expose his weakness to Yixing \u2013 if he hasn't already learned of them by now. Instead, Yifan breathes calmly, feeling slightly relieved that their conversation is being held entirely in Chinese. At least Jongin won't have to know they're betting on his life<\/i>. \"Why are you doing this?\"

Yixing shrugs, unaffected. \"Your father is on his deathbed, and you<\/i> are his only heir. The sole successor to the Du Xie<\/i> Clan.\" He tells Yifan, but Yifan remains unblinking. He's never had any interest in his father's shady businesses to begin with, hence his decision to disappear from Guangzhou and relocate to Seoul in order to carve a new life for himself. Shame it didn't last. \"I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble to get you to return to Guangzhou, if he hadn't insisted that you take over from him no matter what.\"

Yifan scoffs, thumbing the hilt of the handgun that's buried beneath his belt. It's almost time for his trusted companion to make its presence known once again. \"You know that old man's senile. You could have pretended that he hadn't made such a request, and took over the position as head of the clan when he dies.\" He taunts, even though he knows that Yixing would never do such a thing. His loyalties to the clan supersedes his greed for personal gain, and it's the sole reason why he was appointed as Yifan's right hand man at such a young age to begin with. Even when Yifan had left, Yixing still stayed on to help his father with the runnings of the clan, and that makes Yixing honourable above everything else.

Not that Yifan would admit it aloud, of course.

\"Do not insult my personal character, Yifan.\" Yixing warns, this time drawing his own dagger. Yifan should have guessed it; Yixing has a penchant for close-quarters combat rather than fighting with guns. Automated weapons take the fun out of the fight, and Yifan honours his decision by discarding his own gun.

He definitely doesn't pause to wonder why Jongin had looked so calm at the sight of the weapon, but he files that for later \u2013 when he wins over Yixing and gets to hold Jongin in his arms once again.

\"Less talk\u2013\" Yifan roars as he pulls out his dragon-hilted dagger, the very first weapon his father had given to him and started Yifan down a path filled with bloodshed, violence, and illegal businesses. It only seemed fitting that he should utilise it again, now. \"\u2013more fighting!\"

Yixing obliges with a smirk, dashing towards Yifan and meeting him in the centre of the warehouse with a resounding clang of their daggers. Yifan swallows as he jumps backwards, narrowly avoiding the tip of Yixing's dagger from grazing across his abdomen, cursing his split moment of inattention which saw him watching out for Jongin's safety. He's determined to keep the fight as far away from Jongin as possible, knowing that Yixing might take him hostage and force Yifan to surrender.

\"Pay attention, Yifan, or you might really regret it.\" Yixing's laughter is airy, light, nothing like the aggressive moves he's pulling as he continues to push Yifan back. Yifan grits his teeth; it's been far too long since he's been involved in a fight like this, and it's obvious that Yixing has the upper hand over him. But it doesn't stop Yifan from kicking at Yixing's feet, bringing the man down to the ground with a loud thud.

He curses his lack of agility when Yixing bounces back to his feet before Yifan could even get close enough to land the finishing blow, and stumbles backwards when Yixing launches his leg at Yifan's head. Unfortunately for Yifan, he has forgotten all about the dummy move which Yixing absolutely loves to pull, and he gasps in pain when he ends up getting stabbed right in the abdomen and falls to the floor in an ungraceful heap of limbs.

Yifan isn't given the opportunity to recover, when Yixing strides over and straddles Yifan's abdomen, deliberately applying pressure to the wound in his stomach and making Yifan roar in pain once again. Yifan doesn't flinch when Yixing drives the dagger down towards his face, only to be surprised when it hits the cemented floor instead, mere inches away from his ear.

\"You're too precious to be killed, Yifan.\" Yixing tells him, as if reading his thoughts, then points an angry finger in Jongin's general direction. \"And you're a far cry from the dangerous killing machine that you were in the past \u2013 all because of that man lying on the floor. Why?\"

Yifan lifts his head gingerly to look at Jongin, flashing him a brave smile before laughing at Yixing's words. \"What would a person from the underworld like you understand? The only thing that can ever sustain you is the thrill of the illegal trade and the blood of others on your hands.\"

Yixing raises a mocking brow at him. \"Are you, of all people, trying to preach to me about love? Your father loved<\/i> you, and this is how you repay him? By betraying his trust and running away from your responsibilities to the clan? To the blood running in your veins?\"

Yifan snarls at Yixing for even comparing his father to Yifan's affections for Jongin. \"If my father loved me at all, he wouldn't have forced me to kill for him.\" He says, only to roar in pain once again when Yixing digs the hilt of his dagger into his wound and twists<\/i>.

\"Regardless, you have lost the bet.\" Yixing ignores Yifan's retort, and Yifan's heart sinks at the mere thought that he's just cost the life of the person he loved the most. \"And you will<\/i> take over as the head of the Du Xie<\/i> Clan.\"

\"What if I refuse?\" Yifan says as he tries to surreptitiously reach for his dagger which is just within his reach. If he could just grab it, then he'll be able to turn the tables over. He doesn't believe that the fight is over for him, even with the wound in his abdomen.

Yixing seems to have noticed what he's planning on doing, though, because he lets out a short laugh and steps on Yifan's outstretched arm to stop him from moving any further. \"Then you leave me with no choice.\" Yixing says, before plunging his knife cleanly through Yifan's left shoulder.

The pain is overwhelming, and Yifan finds his vision swimming for a long moment, before it finally fades out to shades of grey and black. The last thing he remembers, is how Yixing finally stands up, and walks towards Kim Jongin with slow, deliberate steps, Yifan's dagger held firmly in his hand.



\u20b3<\/center>



He awakes to clinical whiteness and the pungent smell of isopropyl alcohol with a sharp gasp, abdomen and shoulder pounding painfully as the memories return to him, and Yifan's pupils dilate with fear, remembering what his loss had signified.

He has singlehandedly caused Jongin's death, and his husband's name is loud on his lips as he yells out in panic.

\"Hey!\" A familiar voice speaks up from the far corner of the room, and Yifan's head throbs in confusion. \"Hey, love, calm down. I got you.\"

It's not until half a minute later that Yifan finally registers the voice as Jongin's<\/i>, his vision swimming from the tears of relief that forms in his eyes. He doesn't even care about the excruciating pain that wracks through him, immediately throwing his arms around Jongin and pulling him close, inhaling the scent which he has missed so dearly. Apart from several clean dressings applied on his face and limbs, Jongin appears to be relatively unscathed, and Yifan doesn't even know which god he should thank for this miracle.

\"I thought I lost you\u2013\" Yifan breathes, holding Jongin closer to him. Jongin's laugh is breathless when his arms come up to wrap around Yifan's trembling frame, and kisses his temple in an attempt to calm Yifan down.

\"Calm down, Yifan.\" Jongin coos, but Yifan doesn't miss the way he reaches over to an infusion pump and presses a button on it. Immediately the pain dulls, and Yifan realises that it must contain morphine. \"Calm down. I'm here, and I'm alright.\"

Only then does Yifan pull back to lean against the pillows, feeling extremely exhausted and lightheaded from the analgesics. \"How?\" He croaks, his throat parched. Jongin seems to have noticed that, and he quickly grabs a glass of water for Yifan to drink.

\"Yixing \u2013 that's his name, right? \u2013 he let me go after you passed out, and asked of me to get you to the nearest hospital.\" Jongin explains, but it doesn't clear up Yifan's confusion at all. But he does panic once again, when he recalls how Jongin had witnessed his fight against Yixing, how Yifan had handled the gun and the daggers like an expert.

\"You... are you not afraid of me, of what I'm capable of doing?\" Yifan asks. He knows it's impossible to ask of Jongin to stay, when it's clear that Yifan's more than used to killing others. He might not be forgiven for concealing a large part of his life \u2013 what he actually is<\/i> \u2013 from Jongin.

The responding smile Jongin flashes at him is tinged with wryness. \"Do you really think I haven't noticed the gun you keep under your pillow? Or how you'd conceal a dagger beneath your suit in the mornings while you're preparing for work?\"

Jongin's words surprise him, because all his life Yifan had thought of Jongin as a heavy sleeper. It's usually difficult to get him up in the mornings, but Yifan uses that to his advantage to hide his weapons from view.

\"Then why have you never said a thing about it?\" Yifan asks, feeling guilty.

Jongin reaches for his uninjured hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles, before holding Yifan's palm against his steadily beating heart. \"Because in here, I believe that you are a victim of circumstance, that you won't hurt me no matter what. I don't care about your past. I fell in love with you because it's you<\/i>.\"

\"But I\u2013\"

\"I know what you have to do. Yixing has told me.\" Jongin says. \"You have to take over your father's position as the head of his clan, don't you?\"

Yifan sighs and averts his gaze, preparing himself for the inevitable. \"Yeah, and I understand completely if you choose to walk out. I can't possibly expose you to all those dangers of the underworld. I'd probably have to kill, or be killed. I might get arrested for the things I have to do.\"

\"And I don't care.\" Jongin says, his voice firm, his gaze even firmer when Yifan turns to look at him in surprise. \"I promised to be there for you, in good times and in bad, when we took our wedding vows, and I'm not about to go against them, Yifan. Because I know that you have no choice but to do this. I heard what you told Yixing.\"

Yifan wonders if there'll be any short of surprises today. \"Wait, I didn't know you understood Chinese\u2013\"

\"Details.\" Jongin vaguely waves him off, then locks his arms behind Yifan's neck once again as he presses their foreheads together. \"I trust in you, Yifan, and I need you to trust in me too.\"

\"And you're willing to follow me into the darkness, despite everything?\" Yifan asks, sounding hopeful, even though he doesn't want to get Jongin embroiled in this. He can't run from this, not anymore, not when the Du Xie<\/i> Clan has discovered his life away from Guangzhou, and he's going to have to spend the rest of his life running away from the shadows that will always loom should he decide to escape again. Jongin has the choice to walk away, yet here he is, willingly staying by Yifan's side because he loves<\/i> Yifan, and Yifan can't ask for anything else.

\"Yes,\" Jongin whispers moments later, and Yifan feels as though he's falling for the man in his lap all over again when Jongin leans in to meld their lips together.

They'll get through this \u2013 together.




Notes!:<\/b><\/u>

-\t\u2018Shaoye\u2019 (\u5c11\u7237) = young master
-\tDu Xie (\u6bd2\u874e): lit. scorpion, hence the relevance to Yifan\u2019s tattoo.
<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/14437.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","ship: kai\/yifan","day 10","rating: r"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/14238.html","pubDate":"Tue, 17 Nov 2015 19:32:07 GMT","title":"DAY TEN \u2605 where is he [fan video]","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/14238.html","description":"Username:<\/b> theotherhalfofawesome<\/a>
Prompt #:<\/b> Original Prompt
Title:<\/b> where is he
Ships:<\/b> Yifan-centric, Chinaline, Female OC\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Warnings:<\/b> Implied character death and violence
Summary:<\/b> When Yifan's wife and daughter are murdered he sets out on a mission for revenge. He has reason to believe an agent that goes by the name of Tao is responsible.
Notes:<\/b> I had fun making this~ For a better explanation of what's going on in this video (like Tao's backstory...) I'd read the description on the Vimeo page (you can also find the list of audio and video used there).

where is he [Yifantasy]<\/a> from Anonymous Duck<\/a> on Vimeo<\/a>.<\/p><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/14238.html?view=comments#comments","category":["ship: yifan-centric","*fan video","rating: pg-13","day 10"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/13825.html","pubDate":"Tue, 17 Nov 2015 19:30:38 GMT","title":"DAY TEN \u2605 sex in the air [i don't care]","author":"yifantasymods","link":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/13825.html","description":"Username:<\/b> <\/a>thesockmonster<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Prompt #:<\/b> 315 Kittyau! Kyungsoo is a cat in heat and wants attention from his master.
Title:<\/b> Sex In The Air [I Don\u2019t Care]
Ship:<\/b> D.O.\/Yifan
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Word count:<\/b> 4,000 words
Warnings:<\/b> hybrid au, heat sex, toys, mild orgasm control (cock ring), spanking
Summary:<\/b> The only thing Kyungsoo wants when he goes into heat is Yifan.
Notes:<\/b> Thank you for this glorious prompt.



Kyungsoo\u2019s heat is early.

It\u2019s not that he can\u2019t handle it himself for a little while, because the beginning stage is never strong, but it\u2019s unpleasant. He feels lethargic, his tail agitatedly knocking against anything in range when he putters through the house. It\u2019s morning; the curtains are open to let in the soft sunlight, the glass panes protecting Kyungsoo from the cold winter weather on the outside. He pauses to stare at a slant of light across cream colored carpet and his tail slaps on the wall, his ears twitching in their nest of dark messy hair.

Kyungsoo doesn\u2019t want to be awake, but he knows it\u2019s necessary; he needs to get himself ready for a rough few days and that includes finishing up the meals he\u2019d started preparing the day before, restocking the mini-fridge in the bedroom, and pulling out the bin of toys to make sure they\u2019re all clean.

He'd anticipated having more time to get things sorted and he's running on low. Kyungsoo snacks as he works, shuffling his feet over tile and nearly banging his forehead on a cabinet door. Twice. He glares at it with all the intensity he can muster before leaving the room. He doesn't need to injure himself - or the house - on top of things.

It isn't until early afternoon when Kyungsoo's heat progresses. At first he can ignore it, wiping absentmindedly at the sweat beginning to bead along his forehead and neck. But then he stands to top off his drink and there's a slick slide in his underwear that accompanies his every step into the kitchen. He feels as if he's run a marathon by the time he makes it to the refrigerator.

He's not going to be able to ignore it for much longer. He's anxious, his ears flattened to the top of his head and his tail coiled around his thigh because he just knows that demanding ache<\/i> is going to hit him like a train at any moment. It's the point of no return. The only thing he's going to want for the next several days is a dick stretching him open until he can't come anymore.

Kyungsoo doesn't hate it. He knows a lot of feline hybrids who loathe going through their heat, and he can see their point of view. It's just that Kyungsoo sort of relishes knowing he can be fucked for days without end; he enjoys that feeling that comes hand in hand with getting all of his master's attention and affection.

Not that Yifan doesn't shower love on Kyungsoo any other time, but when Kyungsoo and Yifan are locked in a room for three days with no one else to disturb them, it's a little more special. The way Yifan dotes on him, takes care of him in more ways than just a good fuck, murmurs soft words of endearment in his ear when he's coming down, all have Kyungsoo anticipating Yifan finally getting home.

It becomes nigh unbearable only an hour later. Kyungsoo was trying to hold out, but the pressure and the ache are too much. His cock has been hard for too long, throbbing painfully even after he'd had to shimmy out of his underwear because he'd been too sensitive.

Kyungsoo pulls in a deep breath, nearly fumbling with his lube slick fingers when he gently circles his rim with his favorite toy. It's a thick plug, made of glass and cold to the touch until his body warms it up. Kyungsoo loves the shivers that pebble over his flushed skin when he pushes it just enough to stretch his rim. The ache in his ass increases and precome pearls along the slit of his cock.

Kyungsoo slides the plug the rest of the way inside himself, holding his breath as the widest part finally fits through. Snug and perfect. His tail hits against the comforter, black fur against baby blue, and he lets out a soft whimper. He wishes Yifan was home, but he's still at work and he will be for hours. Kyungsoo knows that if he called, Yifan would come rushing home, but he doesn't want to be a nuisance no matter how much he yearns for Yifan's cock.

He presses his legs together, rolling onto his side, letting out a soft gasp because the plug is just large enough to tease against his prostate. The tips of his fingers ache, a phantom sensation from when the first hybrids had claws. Kyungsoo grips the comforter tight, willing himself not to curl up on Yifan's side of the bed and bury his face in his pillow just to smell him.

He retains just enough of his mind to grab the tissues to wipe his hands off so he doesn't get lube all over the bed. They're going to end up soaking through the sheets later, but Kyungsoo still prefers things nice and neat in the beginning. He fumbles with the drawer on their bedside table, jerking it open and grabbing his collar.

Kyungsoo doesn't usually wear it. He's not fond of the way it fits around his neck, but when he's in heat, he loves feeling owned. The material isn't scratchy and the smooth glide over his sensitive skin has Kyungsoo breaking off a hiss, clenching around the plug. His short nails run down the blanket, alleviating some of the pressure in his fingertips.

Kyungsoo thinks about going back into the kitchen for something to eat, but dismisses it when a wave of arousal surges through him, leaving him panting and his limbs locked tight. He\u2019s lightheaded, dizzy and trying his hardest not to come all over himself, but then he thinks of Yifan\u2019s large hands on his hips, holding him to the mattress as he fucks into him so good<\/i> and Kyungsoo can\u2019t help it. He palms over his cock only twice, thighs trembling as he spills over his fingers and the comforter.

He hiccups softly even as his body reminds him that this is only the start and he has a long way to go. His cock is still hard and he can\u2019t stop clamping around the plug in his ass, wishing it was Yifan and not a toy. He\u2019d left his phone in the kitchen, forgotten on the counter earlier, and now he wishes he\u2019d remembered to bring it with him. He wants Yifan; he wants his master<\/i> because only his master can fill him up and fuck him the way he needs it.

Kyungsoo isn\u2019t the whining type. Normally. He\u2019s always been independent and opinionated, asserting that he\u2019s capable of taking care of himself. Yifan knows and accepts all these things. He also knows that Kyungsoo\u2019s resolve crumbles when he\u2019s in heat and Kyungsoo needs Yifan to be here now<\/i> because he\u2019s the only one he trusts.

A shudder runs through him, a low moan following when the plug pushes in just right. Kyungsoo holds his breath, face buried in the blankets as he resists rutting against the bed. He just needs to wait a little longer and Yifan will be here. Yifan will make everything better.

Kyungsoo stays curled up on the bed, trying not to shift too much because every move reminds him of how much he aches, how much he needs<\/i> Yifan and his dick.

He\u2019s panting shallowly, mindlessly nosing at Yifan\u2019s pillow when he hears a noise. Any other time and his ears would perk up and he\u2019d go out to see who was here, but he doesn\u2019t have the energy. He barely registers footsteps and the door to the bedroom creaking open all the way.

\u201cSoo,\u201d comes a deep voice and the sound alone has Kyungsoo moaning, twisting his head until he sees his master staring at him in concern.

\u201cWhat - ?\u201d His voice cuts out and he tries not to get too excited at the prospect of this heat being fucked into submission soon<\/i>.

\u201cI called and you didn\u2019t answer,\u201d Yifan tells him as he rushes over to the side of the bed nearest to Kyungsoo. \u201cYou should have let me know when you started.\u201d

Kyungsoo feels Yifan\u2019s fingers in his hair, rubbing softly around his ears and it sends him into a tizzy. He suddenly begins to purr, mouth dropping open and eyes glazing over at the pleasure from one touch. The rumbling only gets louder as Yifan stands and begins to undress. Kyungsoo watches, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs so Yifan can see the plug that\u2019s still nestled between his cheeks.

Yifan\u2019s eyes zero in on it and he inhales sharply. Kyungsoo knows that Yifan loves this plug just as much as he does, but for different reason. Yifan\u2019s told him, on more than one occasion, that the plug always makes Kyungsoo\u2019s rim look puffy and pink, stretched so pretty around the girth of the toy.

Kyungsoo\u2019s tail flicks when Yifan\u2019s shirt drops to the floor, his pants following. \u201cMaster<\/i>,\u201d he whimpers, running one of his hands down to his cock, teasing around it before going lower. He pushes the plug further into himself and his back arches, heels digging into the comforter for traction. \u201cPlease,\u201d Kyungsoo begs. \u201cI want your mouth.\u201d

Kyungsoo soon finds his legs hiked over Yifan\u2019s shoulders, his hips lifted completely off the bed. He stares down at a head of blond hair, his toes curling in the air at the sensation of Yifan\u2019s warm breath along his sweaty skin. He doesn\u2019t have to wait long. Yifan eases the plug out slowly; Kyungsoo fights not to thrash around at the tug on his rim that feels so so good<\/i>. Yifan loves watching it pull free and Kyungsoo feels empty when it finally slips out.

Yifan peers up at him as Kyungsoo clenches around nothing with a whine. \u201cDo you need me to tie you up?\u201d he offers.

Kyungsoo thinks about it, his mind wandering to the variety of silk ribbon they keep just for this occasion, but then he shakes his head. He wants to sink his fingers in Yifan\u2019s hair, wants to ruin<\/i> the way he\u2019s styled it up for work until it falls in his eyes. Yifan watches him closely for just a moment more, moving Kyungsoo\u2019s tail from where it has been knocking against his side before moving down.

Kyungsoo\u2019s heels dig into Yifan\u2019s back, his fingers twisting in Yifan\u2019s hair when he feels the first glide of Yifan\u2019s tongue over his rim. Yifan hums, his tongue pushing so easily into Kyungsoo as his hands pull apart Kyungsoo\u2019s cheeks. Kyungsoo can\u2019t help grinding against Yifan\u2019s face, wanting more of Yifan\u2019s mouth, his fingers, his everything.

Yifan slides two fingers in next to his tongue, hooking them and dragging down hard. Kyungsoo is locked in a silent scream when he comes, cock spurting up his stomach and chest without being touched. His head goes fuzzy, his tail puffed out as it slides around Yifan\u2019s arm.

As amazing as it feels, Kyungsoo is still hard, still aching<\/i> and he pulls roughly at Yifan\u2019s hair to get him closer. \u201cFuck me,\u201d he demands, panting into Yifan\u2019s mouth when he kisses him. Kyungsoo sucks on Yifan\u2019s tongue, grinding his hips up because he can feel Yifan\u2019s cock on his stomach and he wants it inside him so much.

\u201cDid you pull the ring out?\u201d Yifan whispers, cupping Kyungsoo\u2019s cheek to keep him still.

Kyungsoo blinks through the haze, tail thrashing on the bed as he focuses on Yifan\u2019s words. \u201cYes,\u201d he finally answers, eyes flickering to the bedside table.

There are several toys in their cloth bags sitting on the table, each one picked by Kyungsoo to use during his heat. The toys often vary depending on his mood just before his heat strikes, but the constant is Yifan\u2019s cock ring. Yifan never has any trouble pleasing Kyungsoo when he\u2019s not in heat, but when Kyungsoo needs to come several times in a row before he can rest, Yifan needs the ring to be able to keep up.

Kyungsoo stares, scraping his teeth over his lower lip as he watches Yifan slide the ring down his cock. He has such a beautiful dick. Kyungsoo loves sucking him off, teasing along the shaft with his tongue just to feel it twitch, to hear the groans that he can coax from his master. Kyungsoo would push at Yifan just to get his mouth around the girth, but his heat is too demanding.

The first slide of Yifan\u2019s cock inside him nearly has Kyungsoo coming again. Yifan\u2019s cock stretches and fills him so much better than any toy. Kyungsoo clenches around Yifan\u2019s cock, purring and grinding down on it as Yifan watches. His eyes are burning, staring down at Kyungsoo who is too lost in the pleasure to be ashamed.

Kyungsoo jerks when Yifan licks over his nipple, moaning as Yifan\u2019s teeth catch the second time. He fucks himself down on Yifan\u2019s cock, legs spread wide and Yifan now thrusting into him hard enough to shunt him up the mattress. Kyungsoo holds on as best he can, head tipped back and loud moans filling the room. The bed hits against the wall and Kyungsoo feels the heat crawling down his spine and into his gut, coiling so tight he can\u2019t stand it.

His leg kicks out, trembling and begging for more even as Yifan goes faster, harder. The lewd squelch of his cock pushing in only makes Kyungsoo want more. His thighs spread further, fingers fisted in the comforter to push himself down. It\u2019s so sloppy, unrestrained and Kyungsoo lifts his hips into every thrust.

Yifan\u2019s palms cup Kyungsoo\u2019s ass cheeks, spreading them apart before he\u2019s rocking back. Kyungsoo yelps, arms winding around Yifan\u2019s neck as his back leaves the bed. Yifan sits him in his lap and Kyungsoo happily grinds on Yifan\u2019s dick, enjoying the way Yifan pets through his damp hair and tugs lightly on Kyungsoo\u2019s cat ears. Kyungsoo dips for a kiss, rolling Yifan\u2019s lower lip in his teeth before licking into his mouth.

Kyungsoo clenches around Yifan\u2019s cock, rocking his hips as Yifan\u2019s urges him to go a little faster. Yifan\u2019s hands are on Kyungsoo\u2019s hips, so broad and comforting. Kyungsoo loves Yifan\u2019s hands. He grabs Yifan\u2019s wrist and guides it up, sucking two of Yifan\u2019s fingers into his mouth. Yifan groans, thrusting his fingers in and out of Kyungsoo\u2019s mouth just the way he wants, letting Kyungsoo lap at his fingers, sliding his tongue up and down the digits.

Kyungsoo scrapes his teeth over the pads of Yifan\u2019s fingers, moaning and sucking them down again. He feels the way Yifan fucks into him harder, the almost pain of Yifan\u2019s other hand digging into his hip. Kyungsoo rocks quicker and opens his eyes in time to see Yifan\u2019s eyes closing, a shudder wracking through him.

Yifan has to stop moving through his dry orgasm, but Kyungsoo doesn\u2019t. He makes sure to ride Yifan through it, loving the way Yifan\u2019s cock throbs inside him. Kyungsoo leans his head on Yifan\u2019s shoulder, the heat inside him growing more desperate. He whines softly, teeth pressing into Yifan\u2019s shoulder, his movements never ceasing.

\u201cDoes my kitty need more?\u201d Yifan croons in Kyungsoo\u2019s ear.

A shiver races through Kyungsoo and he nods, nearly sobbing when Yifan lifts Kyungsoo off his cock. Kyungsoo hisses at the sudden loss, but Yifan\u2019s always known how to handle him. He has Kyungsoo on his knees, his grip firm around the base of Kyungsoo\u2019s tail to keep him still. Kyungsoo raises his ass higher, face pushed to the pillow as he waits.

Yifan holds tighter to Kyungsoo\u2019s tail, sliding his cock up the cleft of Kyungsoo\u2019s ass before nudging it against his rim. Kyungsoo shudders, spine dipping toward the bed as Yifan sinks into him. This time, there\u2019s no cock ring. Kyungsoo rocks himself on Yifan\u2019s cock, chasing that burn that\u2019s settled in his stomach. He wants it gone, but he also wants the rush that comes with it.

Yifan\u2019s hands knead over Kyungsoo\u2019s plump cheeks, so gentle and warm. Kyungsoo knows what\u2019s coming next and he tenses, fucking himself just a little harder in anticipation. Kyungsoo waits for it, tail flicking as he holds his breath. The first slap of Yifan\u2019s palm on his ass has Kyungsoo keening, nearly sobbing into the pillow. The sharp sting weaves into pleasure, jolting through him and running straight to his cock.

Yifan spanks him again, this time on the other cheek, and both hands soothe over the sting. Kyungsoo hiccups, clenching so tight around Yifan\u2019s cock when the next slap comes down. His cock jerks, precome pearling at the tip until it drips to the comforter, leaving a sticky line behind.

Yifan leans over him, his mouth running up the ridges of Kyungsoo\u2019s spine as he fucks Kyungsoo open, letting Kyungsoo set the pace. He gets to Kyungsoo\u2019s neck, nosing around the collar. Kyungsoo\u2019s legs spread further, a rough scream falling from his mouth because Yifan is so deep, fucking him so perfect<\/i>.

Yifan raises, but he hooks two fingers in Kyungsoo\u2019s collar and pulls him up with him. Kyungsoo moans out his name, bouncing on Yifan\u2019s dick frantically as Yifan urges him on, a strong arm around Kyungsoo\u2019s waist to keep him up. There\u2019s sweat dripping down his neck and everything feels itchy, but nothing is as strong as the need to come. Kyungsoo yowls when Yifan takes his cock in his hand, long fingers wrapped his shaft to stroke him off.

Kyungsoo goes rigid, trying his best to keep moving, but Yifan\u2019s hand is distracting. Between the friction around his cock and how full his ass is, Kyungsoo isn\u2019t going to last much longer. He loses rhythm, his breath coming out in short pants and his head tipped back to rest on Yifan\u2019s shoulder.

Every part of him shakes when he finally comes. It drips over Yifan\u2019s fingers, his ass clamping around Yifan\u2019s cock. It feels as if the heat rushes out of him with every spurt of come, every pulse that washes over him and leaves a soothing coolness through his spent body.

Kyungsoo gasps, mewling as Yifan\u2019s hand tightens around the base of his cock, holding Kyungsoo still as he slams his cock into him quickly. Over and over, in and out, filling Kyungsoo until Yifan stutters, sending Kyungsoo forward onto his hands as Yifan comes inside him.

The first wave is over.

Kyungsoo is exhausted, but pleasantly so. His entire body aches in the best of ways and when he turns, falling on the bed, there\u2019s a pleased smile on his face. Yifan\u2019s cheeks are pink and his hair is damp, hanging in his eyes, but he\u2019s smiling fondly at Kyungsoo just the way he always does.

\u201cBetter?\u201d Yifan asks, his hands sliding between Kyungsoo\u2019s thighs to spread them open. He\u2019s gentle when his fingers flit over his rim, making sure that Kyungsoo isn\u2019t hurt or too sore.

Kyungsoo just hums softly, still purring. \u201cI\u2019m great.\u201d

Yifan beams at him, letting Kyungsoo pull him down. It won\u2019t be long before Yifan starts fussing over him, making Kyungsoo sit up for a drink and something light to eat. For now, Kyungsoo is going to indulge in Yifan\u2019s attention as he relaxes into a puddle of pleased kitty.




Yifan insists on a bath. It\u2019s not that Kyungsoo is averse to baths. It\u2019s just that when he\u2019s in heat, a bath is time wasted that could be better spent on Yifan\u2019s dick. The only remedy for this is one of Kyungsoo\u2019s favorite toys. He has a dildo that was made from a mold of Yifan\u2019s hard cock, and there\u2019s a suction cup at the bottom so Kyungsoo can mount it anywhere he wants.

Right now, it\u2019s stuck to the bottom of the tub, Kyungsoo sitting on it as Yifan sits beside the tub, lathering the specialized shampoo into the fur on Kyungsoo\u2019s ears. Kyungsoo is purring, unable to stop himself from slowly rocking on the toy. Yifan takes good care of him, his palm on Kyungsoo\u2019s chin to tip his head back as he rinses his ears and hair.

Kyungsoo\u2019s tail splashes in the water, his hand darting out to grab the nearest thing - Yifan\u2019s arm - as the toy bends with him just right. Kyungsoo\u2019s eyes roll back, his cock peeking out of the water just enough for Yifan to see when Kyungsoo comes. It\u2019s nothing that he can\u2019t rinse off with the detachable showerhead.

Kyungsoo is easy to move around, affectionate as he noses into Yifan\u2019s personal space when his master dries him off, keeping him wrapped in a fluffy towel because even if Kyungsoo is warm to the touch, it doesn\u2019t mean he can\u2019t catch a cold.

Yifan doesn\u2019t push him away when Kyungsoo gets needy, shoving his head beneath Yifan\u2019s chin later when they\u2019re on the couch trying to watch a movie. Yifan is so sweet when Kyungsoo needs him to be, but he also hikes Kyungsoo\u2019s ass onto the arm of the couch, hooking Kyungsoo\u2019s knees over his shoulder to fuck him senseless when Kyungsoo needs it too. Kyungsoo can\u2019t find a grip on the couch, but he doesn\u2019t last long either. Yifan waits for him to come, then lifts him up to take him back to bed.

Yifan massages Kyungsoo\u2019s legs and arms during the breaks, asking Kyungsoo if there\u2019s anything else he needs, if there is a toy he wants or a position he thinks would help. When Kyungsoo gets tired, but still too wound up to sleep, Yifan will hold him close, the two of them on their sides with Yifan behind him. He holds Kyungsoo\u2019s leg up and fucks him until Kyungsoo comes and falls asleep with Yifan\u2019s cock still inside him.




It takes three days for Kyungsoo\u2019s heat to break. Kyungsoo has been propped, bent or held against almost every appliance and piece of furniture they own. He\u2019d even been held against the wall, his legs trapped with his knees to his chest as Yifan fucked him until he nearly thrashed out of Yifan\u2019s arms. He\u2019d gotten Yifan to lay on the floor as Kyungsoo rode him until they were both spent.

Kyungsoo is exhausted, sensitive, and as happy as a cat can be. Yifan has taken an extra day off just to dote on him.

Kyungsoo still finds clothing offensive; the fabric rubs along his skin all wrong and he claws it right off so it\u2019s easiest just to wear nothing. Yifan follows suit, knowing that Kyungsoo is going to wind up on him at any given time.

Like now.

They\u2019re eating a simple breakfast - the only thing either of them have the energy for - and sitting at the small table in the breakfast nook. There\u2019s a chill that emanates from the window despite the sunlight spilling through. Kyungsoo wiggles his bottom, melting a little further into Yifan\u2019s embrace.

Yifan feeds a bite of his eggs to Kyungsoo before himself, scratching through Kyungsoo\u2019s hair. He\u2019s mildly distracted by the emails on his tablet, but Kyungsoo knows that if he asked Yifan to put down the work, he would. So he doesn\u2019t. This is enough. Having Yifan is enough. And Kyungsoo couldn\u2019t ask for anything more.<\/div><\/td><\/tr><\/table><\/center><\/a><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/yifantasy.livejournal.com\/13825.html?view=comments#comments","category":["*fanfiction","ship: d.o.\/yifan","day 10","rating: nc-17"]}]}}