[exo] sweeter than sugar
title: sweeter than sugar
pairing: BaekhyunYifan
word count: 1514
rating: PG
summary: hybrid!AU where Lu Han still owed Yifan a few cups of sugar, and Baekhyun doesn't like her.
a/n: written for yifantasy. hybrid aus have always fascinated me! hope this is okay! uwu
sweeter than sugar
Yifan heard incessant knocking, pulling him out of his dream. He got up to answer it, thinking it might be their neighbor LuHan, bright and early to borrow another cup of sugar for her homemade pastries. Yifan suddenly remembered his other neighbor Minseok swearing that LuHan had a lot of sugar in her house, claiming that the last batch of cupcakes she fed Minseok almost gave him diabetes. The exagerration didn't end there, Minseok apparantly drowned himself in a gallon of water a day for the rest of the week to wash out the sweetness. Yifan was at the point of laughing when his feet suddenly caught on the sheets Baekhyun kicked off the bed, sending him face first to the floor.
"Bed," Baekhyun groaned, and bed indeed was it for Yifan if only the knocking would stop. He stood up and kissed Baekhyun's head, leaving a promise of later, i promise, just wait.
"Good morning, my wonderful neighbor!"
"Good morning, LuHan. Here to borrow another cup of sugar?" LuHan visibly frowned. She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears. Yifan saw a small measuring cup in one of her hand a few seconds ago, but maybe it was just his sleep-fogged mind playing tricks on him.
"I--uh, came here to visit you. Yeah, yeah. Hang around and stuff."
"Oh." Yifan mentally rechecked if there's any mess in the apartment. A few unwashed dishes from last night, the laundry basket in the bathroom , and Baekhyun left a few of his blankets scattered around in the living room last night.He hasn't even showered.
"I don't think this is a good time to hang out." He tried to signal at how inappropriately dressed he was at the moment in his superman pyjamas.
"Oh. Oh," she gasped. It sounded like she realized something in that particular moment but she just pushed past him and made herself comfortable in the living room. "You're living room's a mess."
Yifan followed her as she picked up Baekhyun's blankets. "Could you maybe not touch those? Baekhyun would throw a fit if anyone touched them."
"Nonsense. I'm cleaning, he should be thankful I'm helping you clean the house. This place needs a woman's touch and I am touching it indeed." She grinned at him, and maybe it's time to tell her she still owed him seven cups of sugar, and that she better replace them with the same brand, because he was not about to settle for some grade B sugar.
"You don't really need to, LuHan." He tried to pull the blankets from her, and she glowered, clearly irritated and Yifan didn't know why.
"It's been three months, Yifan. Hasn't it sinked in to you yet? I want to do this." LuHan raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at him, after he stood there just looking at her. He was at a loss for words. “ God, do I have to spell it out? I like you. You're like, twenty nine, and so am I. Can we like, get married already?"
LuHan didn't wait for him to answer and continued talking, "We can live here, or you know you can move in with me, I think I have a bigger apartment, and we can pay the rent together. Like a family. But we can't keep that cat of yours. He's going to be a bother when we have kids in the future, so better get rid of him now."
Get rid of Baekhyun? That's hilarious, yet it was the only thing he got out from LuHan's babble. "I told you, I don't see you like that. Plus I'm not even straight."
"We could play pretend!" Luhan stomped her foot. Yifan yanked the blankets from her hand, holding them protectively. "Come on, Yifan!"
"LuHan, you're a sweet girl, you'll find someone who will love you back. Maybe Minseok would, if you stopped sending him oversweetened cupcakes." LuHan gave out a defeated sigh. "Instead of focusing on me, you should have noticed Minseok and the way he looks at you."
"He's too short." LuHan pouted at him.
"Not where it matters," he winked at her and ushered her out. "And you still owe me probably
half a kilo of sugar. Grade A."
Finally, some peace. The clock in the living room told him it was only thirty one minutes past eight, the perfect time to snooze back in bed. With Baekhyun's blankets in tow, he padded back into the bedroom and smiled when he saw Baekhyun still curled up on his side. Placing the blankets at the foot of the bed, he crawled next to Baekhyun, ready to fall back asleep.
"Fanfan," he heard Baekhyun whine. He immediately sat up, Baekhyun awake before ten on a Sunday is usually a bad sign because he throws tantrums if he doesn't get nine hours of sleep.
"What is it?" Yifan combed his hands through Baekhyun's hair, scratching lightly behind his silky brown ears. "You can go back to sleep, you know."
Baekhyun sat up too. He had on an expression that what Yifan could only assume to be something he never wanted to see on Baekhyun's face ever since he provided the hybrid a home. Yifan's first instinct was to pull him close until Baekhyun was sprawled all over his lap. Baekhyun purred at the contact, but said nothing. "Tell me what's bothering you."
"You're going to send me away."
"Now," Yifan said. "What made you think like that?"
"I heard you and the crazy lady talk." Yifan let out a breath. He'd tell Baekhyun not to call LuHan crazy again, but given the sad look on his face he decided against it. "It might be not my place to ask, but can I take a blanket with me before you throw me out? Or will you consider that to be a bother too?"
"Baekhyun," Yifan called softly. Baekhyun only shifted in his position, his tail curling around Yifan's waist possessively. "You're not a bother. You may always keep forgetting to not scratch the sheets, and you may forget to clean up your messes, and you may try to claw Chanyeol's face off when he's over--"
"He started it."
"Chanyeol doesn't have claws like you, Baekhyun."
"He called me tiny. I'm a grown cat! Not a kitten."
"Well sometimes you act like one." Baekhyun turned to face him. Yifan leaned down to kiss the pout away, but it didn't go away.
"Why are you doing this? Get rid of me! You obviously don't like me anymore."
Yifan wrapped his arms around him, "You may be a handful but I'm never ever getting rid of you." There was no reason to dispose of Baekhyun. He was more than a companion to him. Call Yifan an idiot for feeling that way and and he'd accept it. Baekhyun's his sunshine, the light of his life. He tightened his grip around him and buried his face into the crook of Baekhyun's neck. "You're mine. Mine," he kissed him, soft and sweet to eradicate all of Baekhyun's insecurities and all the bad thoughts he's having.
Baekhyun melted into the kiss. Yifan could feel him relaxing and when they pulled apart for a split second, Baekhyun whispered against his lips. "You big sap." He sniffs and Yifan swallows the small gasps of laughter bubbling out of Baekhyun. "Yifan is a big sap!"
"For you, only for you, Baekhyun," he grinned, let Baekhyun suffocate him in a hug, let Baekhyun laugh his heart out, let Baekhyun bare himself, let Baekhyun trust in him. Yifan suddenly remembered the time he had scolded Baekhyun rather harshly for running around with dirty feet, and it had scared Baekhyun so much that every time Yifan talked to him or was in the vicinity he'd give an unpleasant twitch, his tail tucked away. It only lasted for a few days, but those few days felt like eternity. Baekhyun's a rather sensitive kitten with demands and Yifan's whipped, so whipped, he wondered vaguely if Baekhyun knew.
Baekhyun brushed his fingertips along Yifan's jaw, eyes filled with curiosity. He probably asked him something and Yifan was yet again too distracted with Baekhyun's lips and that cute mole on top of it. "Did you say something?”
"Nuh-uh," he answered, the corner of his lips tugging up into a small smile. "But is she still coming back in here?"
"You mean Lu Han?" Baekhyun nodded. "Probably. But if she says anything mean, she isn't."
Baekhyun's hands clenched into fists, and Yifan coaxed them open. Baekhyun pressed a quick kiss to his nose, his lips, and his forehead. "Too nice."
Yifan thought he could hear Baekhyun calling him stupid in his mind, but he didn't dwell on the thought, instead, pulling the other until they're lying back on the bed, limbs tangled and sleep taking them once again.
pairing: BaekhyunYifan
word count: 1514
rating: PG
summary: hybrid!AU where Lu Han still owed Yifan a few cups of sugar, and Baekhyun doesn't like her.
a/n: written for yifantasy. hybrid aus have always fascinated me! hope this is okay! uwu
sweeter than sugar
Yifan heard incessant knocking, pulling him out of his dream. He got up to answer it, thinking it might be their neighbor LuHan, bright and early to borrow another cup of sugar for her homemade pastries. Yifan suddenly remembered his other neighbor Minseok swearing that LuHan had a lot of sugar in her house, claiming that the last batch of cupcakes she fed Minseok almost gave him diabetes. The exagerration didn't end there, Minseok apparantly drowned himself in a gallon of water a day for the rest of the week to wash out the sweetness. Yifan was at the point of laughing when his feet suddenly caught on the sheets Baekhyun kicked off the bed, sending him face first to the floor.
"Bed," Baekhyun groaned, and bed indeed was it for Yifan if only the knocking would stop. He stood up and kissed Baekhyun's head, leaving a promise of later, i promise, just wait.
"Good morning, my wonderful neighbor!"
"Good morning, LuHan. Here to borrow another cup of sugar?" LuHan visibly frowned. She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears. Yifan saw a small measuring cup in one of her hand a few seconds ago, but maybe it was just his sleep-fogged mind playing tricks on him.
"I--uh, came here to visit you. Yeah, yeah. Hang around and stuff."
"Oh." Yifan mentally rechecked if there's any mess in the apartment. A few unwashed dishes from last night, the laundry basket in the bathroom , and Baekhyun left a few of his blankets scattered around in the living room last night.He hasn't even showered.
"I don't think this is a good time to hang out." He tried to signal at how inappropriately dressed he was at the moment in his superman pyjamas.
"Oh. Oh," she gasped. It sounded like she realized something in that particular moment but she just pushed past him and made herself comfortable in the living room. "You're living room's a mess."
Yifan followed her as she picked up Baekhyun's blankets. "Could you maybe not touch those? Baekhyun would throw a fit if anyone touched them."
"Nonsense. I'm cleaning, he should be thankful I'm helping you clean the house. This place needs a woman's touch and I am touching it indeed." She grinned at him, and maybe it's time to tell her she still owed him seven cups of sugar, and that she better replace them with the same brand, because he was not about to settle for some grade B sugar.
"You don't really need to, LuHan." He tried to pull the blankets from her, and she glowered, clearly irritated and Yifan didn't know why.
"It's been three months, Yifan. Hasn't it sinked in to you yet? I want to do this." LuHan raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at him, after he stood there just looking at her. He was at a loss for words. “ God, do I have to spell it out? I like you. You're like, twenty nine, and so am I. Can we like, get married already?"
LuHan didn't wait for him to answer and continued talking, "We can live here, or you know you can move in with me, I think I have a bigger apartment, and we can pay the rent together. Like a family. But we can't keep that cat of yours. He's going to be a bother when we have kids in the future, so better get rid of him now."
Get rid of Baekhyun? That's hilarious, yet it was the only thing he got out from LuHan's babble. "I told you, I don't see you like that. Plus I'm not even straight."
"We could play pretend!" Luhan stomped her foot. Yifan yanked the blankets from her hand, holding them protectively. "Come on, Yifan!"
"LuHan, you're a sweet girl, you'll find someone who will love you back. Maybe Minseok would, if you stopped sending him oversweetened cupcakes." LuHan gave out a defeated sigh. "Instead of focusing on me, you should have noticed Minseok and the way he looks at you."
"He's too short." LuHan pouted at him.
"Not where it matters," he winked at her and ushered her out. "And you still owe me probably
half a kilo of sugar. Grade A."
Finally, some peace. The clock in the living room told him it was only thirty one minutes past eight, the perfect time to snooze back in bed. With Baekhyun's blankets in tow, he padded back into the bedroom and smiled when he saw Baekhyun still curled up on his side. Placing the blankets at the foot of the bed, he crawled next to Baekhyun, ready to fall back asleep.
"Fanfan," he heard Baekhyun whine. He immediately sat up, Baekhyun awake before ten on a Sunday is usually a bad sign because he throws tantrums if he doesn't get nine hours of sleep.
"What is it?" Yifan combed his hands through Baekhyun's hair, scratching lightly behind his silky brown ears. "You can go back to sleep, you know."
Baekhyun sat up too. He had on an expression that what Yifan could only assume to be something he never wanted to see on Baekhyun's face ever since he provided the hybrid a home. Yifan's first instinct was to pull him close until Baekhyun was sprawled all over his lap. Baekhyun purred at the contact, but said nothing. "Tell me what's bothering you."
"You're going to send me away."
"Now," Yifan said. "What made you think like that?"
"I heard you and the crazy lady talk." Yifan let out a breath. He'd tell Baekhyun not to call LuHan crazy again, but given the sad look on his face he decided against it. "It might be not my place to ask, but can I take a blanket with me before you throw me out? Or will you consider that to be a bother too?"
"Baekhyun," Yifan called softly. Baekhyun only shifted in his position, his tail curling around Yifan's waist possessively. "You're not a bother. You may always keep forgetting to not scratch the sheets, and you may forget to clean up your messes, and you may try to claw Chanyeol's face off when he's over--"
"He started it."
"Chanyeol doesn't have claws like you, Baekhyun."
"He called me tiny. I'm a grown cat! Not a kitten."
"Well sometimes you act like one." Baekhyun turned to face him. Yifan leaned down to kiss the pout away, but it didn't go away.
"Why are you doing this? Get rid of me! You obviously don't like me anymore."
Yifan wrapped his arms around him, "You may be a handful but I'm never ever getting rid of you." There was no reason to dispose of Baekhyun. He was more than a companion to him. Call Yifan an idiot for feeling that way and and he'd accept it. Baekhyun's his sunshine, the light of his life. He tightened his grip around him and buried his face into the crook of Baekhyun's neck. "You're mine. Mine," he kissed him, soft and sweet to eradicate all of Baekhyun's insecurities and all the bad thoughts he's having.
Baekhyun melted into the kiss. Yifan could feel him relaxing and when they pulled apart for a split second, Baekhyun whispered against his lips. "You big sap." He sniffs and Yifan swallows the small gasps of laughter bubbling out of Baekhyun. "Yifan is a big sap!"
"For you, only for you, Baekhyun," he grinned, let Baekhyun suffocate him in a hug, let Baekhyun laugh his heart out, let Baekhyun bare himself, let Baekhyun trust in him. Yifan suddenly remembered the time he had scolded Baekhyun rather harshly for running around with dirty feet, and it had scared Baekhyun so much that every time Yifan talked to him or was in the vicinity he'd give an unpleasant twitch, his tail tucked away. It only lasted for a few days, but those few days felt like eternity. Baekhyun's a rather sensitive kitten with demands and Yifan's whipped, so whipped, he wondered vaguely if Baekhyun knew.
Baekhyun brushed his fingertips along Yifan's jaw, eyes filled with curiosity. He probably asked him something and Yifan was yet again too distracted with Baekhyun's lips and that cute mole on top of it. "Did you say something?”
"Nuh-uh," he answered, the corner of his lips tugging up into a small smile. "But is she still coming back in here?"
"You mean Lu Han?" Baekhyun nodded. "Probably. But if she says anything mean, she isn't."
Baekhyun's hands clenched into fists, and Yifan coaxed them open. Baekhyun pressed a quick kiss to his nose, his lips, and his forehead. "Too nice."
Yifan thought he could hear Baekhyun calling him stupid in his mind, but he didn't dwell on the thought, instead, pulling the other until they're lying back on the bed, limbs tangled and sleep taking them once again.