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[Fill] Kris/Sehun (4/12)

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Sighing, Kris reluctantly agreed to his mother’s whims. There was no point arguing with her anyways. He was lucky she was holding off for now even, so he figured he should seize whatever he was given. Huffing, Kris slumped into his chair and stared at his glass of water. He’d probably be frequenting the local bar more often for now.

Come Monday, Kris learned that the new boy - the one who’d wanted to approached him but quickly changed his mind - had made his rounds over the weekend apparently. There quite a few people murmuring to each other about what they’d learned so far. From the little snippets of conversation Kris picked up it sounded like the boy had slept with quite a few young men and that his name was Sehun.

“He’s pretty good,” Yixing told him, figuring that Kris wanted to know by the way he watched Sehun wander around the bar looking for his next lay.

Yixing was an acquaintance of his. He’d worked at the bar while in school and often lingered around Kris to talk when he should have been serving drinks. Since graduating he’d moved on to a more fulfilling career though and had since left the bar though Kris would occasionally run into him like today. It was usually a nice interruption to his isolation. Kris admitted that drinking as a bit more fun when done with another person, a companion, but he rarely went out of his way to find one.

“What?” Kris turned to look at him.

“That Sehun kid,” he clarified, doing little to hide the fact that he was pointing. Wrinkling his nose in annoyance, Kris quickly snatched his wrist and pushed his arm down before anyone could notice him pointing. “He’s a good lay. If you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t,” Kris responded curtly. He went to take a sip of his drink before pausing in thought. “Wait, how would you know?” He stared at Yixing accusingly, not at all comforted by the shameless smile the other’s face.

“You were,” Yixing insisted, giggling when Kris bared his teeth at him. The elder did not appreciate being pulled down to the same level as him and Yixing knew it. “I mean, you were just staring at him.”

So perhaps that was true, but Kris wasn’t staring because he was interested. He wasn’t. At least he wasn’t interested in the way Yixing obviously thought he was. “Because he’s amusing to watch,” he defended, eyeing his companion a bit judgmentally himself. “And don’t try and avoid the real question here. How would you know if he’s good in bed? No, wait!” The answer was obvious really and Kris suddenly regretted pushing the topic. Yixing grinned at him, leaning his head against a fist and Kris knew it; Yixing slept with him. “Don’t answer that.”

Shrugging, the younger turned back to the bar but reached out to pat Sehun on the bum when he happened to pass by. The younger jumped at the action and released a nearly inaudible squeak before he whipped around with a scowl, but the expression quickly softened when he saw that it was only Yixing. His lips pulled up into a shy smile and he lifted his hand in greeting. For a brief moment he caught Kris’ gaze and his eyes widen in fear and he quickly scampered away, leaving Yixing pouting.

“God, why do you have to be so scary?” he complained.

Kris clenched his jaw and shrugged the accusation off easily. “I’m not scary,” he denied.

“You are very scary,” Yixing reaffirmed for him. “See, this is why you can’t find your mate -”

Rolling his eyes, Kris turned his attention back to beer having already heard this before. He attempted to tune Yixing out in favor of drinking in peace but did so with very little success.

“ - you scare everyone off. I bet you’ve probably scared off your actual mate by now. I mean, you’re old. You must have run into your mate by now. Not that you would know,” Yixing took a sip of his drink and made a face when it almost traveled down his windpipe, “since you probably scared them off with your scary face and your scary eyebrows.” Kris frowned at him, but the expression only seemed to egg Yixing on. “Aww, now you’re Mr. Grumpy Face. Mr. Grumpy Face probably won’t find his mate either because who would want to mate with Mr. Grumpy face?”