unconscious and in love
Pairings: Kris/Lay
Genre: Crack? idk
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1,385
Summary: Wu Fan not only speaks in four languages, he also confesses in four languages.....in his sleep.
This was written for jecca_o9 because she is the bestworst enabler ever.
Yixing is awake one night when he first hears it.
Wu Fan is making soft sounds in his sleep from across his side of the room, mumbling incoherent words between contented hums. He says something in English and then garbled Korean that Yixing doesn’t understand, and Yixing smiles to himself, amused by the fact that even his dreams are multilingual.
Yixing is about to drift off to sleep again, when -
“我爱你” Wu Fan whispers, and Yixing’s eyes fly open. He repeats the words in Cantonese, and Yixing rolls over to his side, eyes flickering across to Wu Fan’s sleeping form.
Even in the dark, Yixing can make out the smile that curves across his face.
“사랑해,” Wu Fan continues, curling his legs closer to his chest happily. He lets out a sigh.
“I love you,” Wu Fan says in English, and Yixing grins. “I love you Yixing,” he says softly, and Yixing’s grin falls.
Lu Han snorts, spraying juice all over the table. Yixing throws him a disgusted look.
“So you’re telling me, he speaks in four languages even when he’s asleep?”
“He just kept repeating confessions of love,” Yixing says, deliberately leaving out who the confessions were apparently intended for. Lu Han cackles and there is an evil glint in his eyes that Yixing knows far too well. He rubs his forehead tiredly.
“Don’t do something stupid,” Yixing says, although it’s only half-hearted, because with Lu Han, there are no real boundaries. Stupid isn’t a word in his vocabulary.
“I won’t,” he replies, an innocent smile on his face.
Yixing sighs.
It happens again when they’re leaving one of the music shows. Wu Fan is sleeping against Yixing in the van, cheek pressed into Yixing's shoulder, and hair tickling his cheek. He is muttering something, eyebrows screwed up in concentration.
“But it’s embarrassing,” he murmurs, before slipping into a fast string of Cantonese words that Yixing can barely get his head around.
The other members appear to be ignoring him, but Lu Han is attentive, his lips curled in a grin.
Wu Fan makes a sound of irritation before pouting and oh god, Yixing thinks, it’s kind of adorable. He shifts against Yixing, one of his hands falling to rest against Yixing’s knee.
He is speaking in Mandarin now, and Yixing vaguely notices that Lu Han has his phone out and is recording the whole thing.
“I don’t want to say it,” Wu Fan mumbles, wrinkling his nose. He laughs softly to himself, fingers curling against the fabric of Yixing’s pants. “Fine, I love you,” he sighs.
Something jolts inside Yixing’s chest, and Yixing’s heartbeat doubles in speed.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats in quick Korean. Lu Han is laughing silently.
Wu Fan smiles sleepily, “I love you Yi-“
Yixing coughs loudly and elbows him not-so-subtly in the side. Wu Fan jerks awake, and Lu Han gives Yixing an annoyed look, before stopping the recording.
Wu Fan blinks for a moment.
“Huh, did I fall asleep?” he asks, turning to Yixing. Something seems to flicker across his expression and he colours considerably when Yixing looks back at him.
“What’s wrong?” Lu Han asks cheerfully, pocketing his phone.
“Just…strange dreams,” Wu Fan mumbles, before averting his gaze.
“It’s your name,” Lu Han says one day, plopping down on the couch beside Yixing. He takes a bite of the apple in his hand and chews rather loudly.
“What?” Yixing asks, more interested in the drama showing on the television.
Lu Han pokes him in the side to get his attention
“Wu Fan is saying your name in his sleep.”
Yixing is no longer paying any attention to the drama.
He looks at Lu Han, tense and wary.
“What do you mean?” And of course he thinks he knows exactly what Lu Han is hinting at, but he can’t ever be too sure.
Lu Han rolls his eyes.
“I mean, Wu Fan is confessing to you in his sleep.”
Yixing makes a strangled sound in his throat, unsure of how to respond. Lu Han scoffs, gaze flickering back to the television.
“Figures he would only get the courage to do it when he’s unconscious,” he says, before taking a large bite of the apple. Yixing lets out a weak laugh and does his best to sink into the pillows of the couch.
It’s been two weeks since the sleep-confessions started, and Yixing has barely slept at all. He ambles around the dormitory, bumping into the walls, tripping over his own feet, and yawning every few seconds. Wu Fan finds him trying to sleep against the bathroom sink one morning, toothbrush dangling from his mouth.
“What are you doing?” Wu Fan asks with a laugh of amusement. He grabs Yixing’s shoulders and gently pulls him upright, removing the toothbrush from his mouth and wiping away the gross mixture of spit and toothpaste that has gathered around his lips.
Yixing feels himself grow warm, a flush creeping up his neck.
“I’m just, you know, brushing my teeth,” he replies, and Wu Fan laughs again, shaking his head.
“You’re so tired these days. Are you okay?”
There is a dash of concern in his voice, and Yixing is silently pleased at the sound of it.
“I haven’t been able to sleep,” he says. There is a pause, where Yixing looks up at him. “You talk a lot in your sleep you know?”
Wu Fan’s eyes widen and he clears his throat awkwardly.
“Oh…” he says, “I do?”
Yixing hums, and he blames his next words on the exhaustion that plagues him.
“It’s kind of hard to sleep when you’re repeating how much you love me.”
Wu Fan visibly tenses and Yixing notices the bob of his Adam’s apple. A few semi-constructed words stutter from his mouth, but he can’t seem to string anything together. He licks his lips.
“I-I didn’t - I didn’t know?” he finally manages to get out.
Yixing doesn’t break eye contact.
“Is it true?”
There is another long pause, and Wu Fan seems to be considering a number of things, his eyes flickering back and forth as confliction is pressed into the thin line of his lips.
“Well I - I just - maybe - I mean-”
“You are much better at this when you’re asleep,” Yixing murmurs softly, before he stands on his toes and presses a kiss against Wu Fan’s mouth, effectively shutting him up.
“Oh,” Wu Fan repeats.
When he smiles, Yixing can do little but kiss him again.
Yixing comes into the kitchen one evening to see all of the members huddled around Lu Han’s laptop. There is a short burst of laughter, that tapers off into Sehun giggling madly as they all press closer, speaking in hushed voices.
“What are you guys doing?” he asks, slightly concerned considering it’s Lu Han’s laptop and god only knows what he keeps on there. They all jump at the sound of his voice, and Lu Han quickly shuts the laptop lid.
“It’s nothing,” he replies coolly, which is evidently not true as Zitao snorts a laugh against the palm of his hand and Chanyeol goes ridiculously red in the face trying to suppress his own laughter. Yixing waves them away with a flick of his hand, deciding he really doesn’t have time.
“Where is Wu Fan?”
At that, the other members are sent off into new peals of laughter, Jongin actually falling to the floor and burying his head in his arms. Yixing looks at them all, vaguely disturbed.
“Okay seriously guys,” he says, walking over to the laptop and opening it, despite Lu Han’s weak protesting, “what’s wro-“
His words catch in his throat as he sees a video of their bedroom as taken from the door, with Yixing asleep on one side, and Wu Fan snoring softly on the other.
“I love you so much Yixing,” Wu Fan mumbles in English, before switching to Korean, “I love you so much.”
In the video, Yixing hums happily and smiles.
“I love you more Wu Fan,” he replies, sighing in his sleep.
The video ends, and Yixing inhales.
He is about to tell Lu Han exactly where he can go shove his stupid recording, when Wu Fan appears by the door.
“Hey guys, what are you all doing?”
Sehun laughs so hard he almost passes out.
Yixing really hates them all.
AN: okay this was written so damn quickly because I woke up this morning and decided it needed to be done asap. so sorry for it being ridiculously rushed and possibly riddled with mistakes but SLEEP TALKING KRIS IS MY LIFE ;;
Genre: Crack? idk
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1,385
Summary: Wu Fan not only speaks in four languages, he also confesses in four languages.....in his sleep.
This was written for jecca_o9 because she is the bestworst enabler ever.
Yixing is awake one night when he first hears it.
Wu Fan is making soft sounds in his sleep from across his side of the room, mumbling incoherent words between contented hums. He says something in English and then garbled Korean that Yixing doesn’t understand, and Yixing smiles to himself, amused by the fact that even his dreams are multilingual.
Yixing is about to drift off to sleep again, when -
“我爱你” Wu Fan whispers, and Yixing’s eyes fly open. He repeats the words in Cantonese, and Yixing rolls over to his side, eyes flickering across to Wu Fan’s sleeping form.
Even in the dark, Yixing can make out the smile that curves across his face.
“사랑해,” Wu Fan continues, curling his legs closer to his chest happily. He lets out a sigh.
“I love you,” Wu Fan says in English, and Yixing grins. “I love you Yixing,” he says softly, and Yixing’s grin falls.
Lu Han snorts, spraying juice all over the table. Yixing throws him a disgusted look.
“So you’re telling me, he speaks in four languages even when he’s asleep?”
“He just kept repeating confessions of love,” Yixing says, deliberately leaving out who the confessions were apparently intended for. Lu Han cackles and there is an evil glint in his eyes that Yixing knows far too well. He rubs his forehead tiredly.
“Don’t do something stupid,” Yixing says, although it’s only half-hearted, because with Lu Han, there are no real boundaries. Stupid isn’t a word in his vocabulary.
“I won’t,” he replies, an innocent smile on his face.
Yixing sighs.
It happens again when they’re leaving one of the music shows. Wu Fan is sleeping against Yixing in the van, cheek pressed into Yixing's shoulder, and hair tickling his cheek. He is muttering something, eyebrows screwed up in concentration.
“But it’s embarrassing,” he murmurs, before slipping into a fast string of Cantonese words that Yixing can barely get his head around.
The other members appear to be ignoring him, but Lu Han is attentive, his lips curled in a grin.
Wu Fan makes a sound of irritation before pouting and oh god, Yixing thinks, it’s kind of adorable. He shifts against Yixing, one of his hands falling to rest against Yixing’s knee.
He is speaking in Mandarin now, and Yixing vaguely notices that Lu Han has his phone out and is recording the whole thing.
“I don’t want to say it,” Wu Fan mumbles, wrinkling his nose. He laughs softly to himself, fingers curling against the fabric of Yixing’s pants. “Fine, I love you,” he sighs.
Something jolts inside Yixing’s chest, and Yixing’s heartbeat doubles in speed.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats in quick Korean. Lu Han is laughing silently.
Wu Fan smiles sleepily, “I love you Yi-“
Yixing coughs loudly and elbows him not-so-subtly in the side. Wu Fan jerks awake, and Lu Han gives Yixing an annoyed look, before stopping the recording.
Wu Fan blinks for a moment.
“Huh, did I fall asleep?” he asks, turning to Yixing. Something seems to flicker across his expression and he colours considerably when Yixing looks back at him.
“What’s wrong?” Lu Han asks cheerfully, pocketing his phone.
“Just…strange dreams,” Wu Fan mumbles, before averting his gaze.
“It’s your name,” Lu Han says one day, plopping down on the couch beside Yixing. He takes a bite of the apple in his hand and chews rather loudly.
“What?” Yixing asks, more interested in the drama showing on the television.
Lu Han pokes him in the side to get his attention
“Wu Fan is saying your name in his sleep.”
Yixing is no longer paying any attention to the drama.
He looks at Lu Han, tense and wary.
“What do you mean?” And of course he thinks he knows exactly what Lu Han is hinting at, but he can’t ever be too sure.
Lu Han rolls his eyes.
“I mean, Wu Fan is confessing to you in his sleep.”
Yixing makes a strangled sound in his throat, unsure of how to respond. Lu Han scoffs, gaze flickering back to the television.
“Figures he would only get the courage to do it when he’s unconscious,” he says, before taking a large bite of the apple. Yixing lets out a weak laugh and does his best to sink into the pillows of the couch.
It’s been two weeks since the sleep-confessions started, and Yixing has barely slept at all. He ambles around the dormitory, bumping into the walls, tripping over his own feet, and yawning every few seconds. Wu Fan finds him trying to sleep against the bathroom sink one morning, toothbrush dangling from his mouth.
“What are you doing?” Wu Fan asks with a laugh of amusement. He grabs Yixing’s shoulders and gently pulls him upright, removing the toothbrush from his mouth and wiping away the gross mixture of spit and toothpaste that has gathered around his lips.
Yixing feels himself grow warm, a flush creeping up his neck.
“I’m just, you know, brushing my teeth,” he replies, and Wu Fan laughs again, shaking his head.
“You’re so tired these days. Are you okay?”
There is a dash of concern in his voice, and Yixing is silently pleased at the sound of it.
“I haven’t been able to sleep,” he says. There is a pause, where Yixing looks up at him. “You talk a lot in your sleep you know?”
Wu Fan’s eyes widen and he clears his throat awkwardly.
“Oh…” he says, “I do?”
Yixing hums, and he blames his next words on the exhaustion that plagues him.
“It’s kind of hard to sleep when you’re repeating how much you love me.”
Wu Fan visibly tenses and Yixing notices the bob of his Adam’s apple. A few semi-constructed words stutter from his mouth, but he can’t seem to string anything together. He licks his lips.
“I-I didn’t - I didn’t know?” he finally manages to get out.
Yixing doesn’t break eye contact.
“Is it true?”
There is another long pause, and Wu Fan seems to be considering a number of things, his eyes flickering back and forth as confliction is pressed into the thin line of his lips.
“Well I - I just - maybe - I mean-”
“You are much better at this when you’re asleep,” Yixing murmurs softly, before he stands on his toes and presses a kiss against Wu Fan’s mouth, effectively shutting him up.
“Oh,” Wu Fan repeats.
When he smiles, Yixing can do little but kiss him again.
Yixing comes into the kitchen one evening to see all of the members huddled around Lu Han’s laptop. There is a short burst of laughter, that tapers off into Sehun giggling madly as they all press closer, speaking in hushed voices.
“What are you guys doing?” he asks, slightly concerned considering it’s Lu Han’s laptop and god only knows what he keeps on there. They all jump at the sound of his voice, and Lu Han quickly shuts the laptop lid.
“It’s nothing,” he replies coolly, which is evidently not true as Zitao snorts a laugh against the palm of his hand and Chanyeol goes ridiculously red in the face trying to suppress his own laughter. Yixing waves them away with a flick of his hand, deciding he really doesn’t have time.
“Where is Wu Fan?”
At that, the other members are sent off into new peals of laughter, Jongin actually falling to the floor and burying his head in his arms. Yixing looks at them all, vaguely disturbed.
“Okay seriously guys,” he says, walking over to the laptop and opening it, despite Lu Han’s weak protesting, “what’s wro-“
His words catch in his throat as he sees a video of their bedroom as taken from the door, with Yixing asleep on one side, and Wu Fan snoring softly on the other.
“I love you so much Yixing,” Wu Fan mumbles in English, before switching to Korean, “I love you so much.”
In the video, Yixing hums happily and smiles.
“I love you more Wu Fan,” he replies, sighing in his sleep.
The video ends, and Yixing inhales.
He is about to tell Lu Han exactly where he can go shove his stupid recording, when Wu Fan appears by the door.
“Hey guys, what are you all doing?”
Sehun laughs so hard he almost passes out.
Yixing really hates them all.
AN: okay this was written so damn quickly because I woke up this morning and decided it needed to be done asap. so sorry for it being ridiculously rushed and possibly riddled with mistakes but SLEEP TALKING KRIS IS MY LIFE ;;