fly high [i/ii]; kray (main), kailu, baekyeol, kyungmyeon; crack
author's note: Hi. So this was written after DKFC here in the Philippines and I am seriously smitten with Kris (like more than before). Loosely based on X-Men because I love comic books with a passion. Enjoy the crack.
Living in a mansion full of hyperactive little kids and teenagers wasn't exactly in Yixing's plan for the future-- especially since these kids and teenagers had extraordinary superpowers. The adults in the house had them too, of course. They varied from elemental powers to the power to talk to computers and to super strength. These kids, these mutants, either ran away from their homes or from their true super-powered selves.
Yixing was a part of the team of 9 that started this institution that these mutant children would run to develop their powers, themselves and have a home. This team consisted of Yixing's good friends that he met while discovering his own power of healing, except for Luhan, who he's known since childhood.
Their leader, Kris, had inherited his mansion from his mother, who was currently taking a permanent vacation in Europe. It was complete with everything. Training facilities underground, enough rooms to house kids and adults, a large kitchen and dining room, and large outdoors where anyone can race, play golf, swim or be one with the large garden.
Everyone had their own responsibilities in the team. Yixing and Kyungsoo would act as housekeepers, cooking for the children and cleaning the large mansion in which everyone resided. Of course, they had everyone help by keeping a stickerboard in the kitchen with everyone's pictures and good noodle stars.
("The one who does the most chores gets kimchi spaghetti!" Kyungsoo beamed when he first showed the chart to everyone during one dinner.
Various reactions are stimulated. Some faces drop, others put their hands on their foreheads, some faces of anticipation morph into faces of disgust.
"Everyone is fucking tired of kimchi spaghetti, Kyungsoo!" A groan and a complaint elicited from Minseok, one of the members of The Dream Team (this is what they called themselves). He shoved a forkful of the said kimchi spaghetti in his mouth. His cheeks were full of it, red sauce all over his face. He looked over at Yixing's half-finished food and mumbled, "Are you gonna finish that?"
"What's wrong with my kimchi spaghetti?" Kyungsoo frowned as he was throwing all the leftovers into a bin specifically labelled 'KIMCHI SPAGHETTI.' "I thought everybody loved it."
"GOTTA MOVE ON, KYUNGSOO," Minseok shouted from the staircase, going up with a plate full of Kimchi Spaghetti, extra cheese. "MOVE ON TO DISHES OF GREENER PASTURES THAT AREN'T KIMCHI OR SPAGHETTI.")
Then there's Chanyeol, in all his frizzy-haired and tall stature glory. He deals with all the technology used by The Dream Team, including the all-around 'invisible-or-non-invisible-super-cool-super-awesome Wu Jet,' which he built himself, of course.
("So, this," Chanyeol gestured to the large, black jet behind him. He was standing on its stairs propped up against the entrance on the side. "is the invisible-or-non-invisible-super-cool-super-awesome Wu Jet."
"The what now."
"Why couldn't you just not name it?"
"It looks cool."
"Is there enough space to fuck?"
Everybody looks at Luhan, the person who asked the last question, with disgusted faces. Luhan simply responds with his innocent doe eyes going large and a shrug of his shoulders.
"What?")
Occasionally, Chanyeol teaches PE and helps with target practice. His ability is to manipulate and create fire at his own will made him the clear choice to aid the younger mutants in target practice. Everyone originally protested to this choice. They thought Chanyeol had no control over his powers. (Because on their very first mission together, there had been fire everywhere Chanyeol stepped and he accidentally set off a booby trap. In short, everyone was stuck in a cage that belonged to some exotic tribe. There had been a large pot with hot water and carrots beside their cage too, so everyone obviously knew it where it was going.)
Chanyeol pats Yixing on the shoulder as he approaches him, towering over Yixing's thin figure carrying a laundry basket. He crinkles his nose and looks at the laundry basket full of dirty clothes. "God, that stinks."
Chanyeol pinches his nose and fans the air in front of him. "What the fuck, is that a skidmark?! Who owns that?!"
Yixing looks up at the taller young man, face calm and steady. "You do."
"... Oh. Well," Chanyeol lets go of his nose and smiles his large smile. "Have fun cleaning them!"
A sigh escapes Yixing's lips as he watches Chanyeol run off in the opposite direction, waving at him. Chanyeol then bumps into two shorter young men, one with black spiky hair and a strong boney face and the other with soft brown hair and eyes lined with layers of eyeliner.
Chanyeol lands on his butt and scratches the back of his head. Yixing, seeing the fall, puts down his basket and approaches the hurting giant. Chanyeol looks up at the people he just bumped into. "Jongdae, hey..."
The boney-faced man, Jongdae, smiles. The brown-haired companion puts a hand on his hip and neither of them have the initiative to help up poor Chanyeol. Bitches.
He is shaky while he tries to stand up with Yixing's help (rather, he is pulling Yixing down with him because of larger stature). Chanyeol shakes the frizzy hair out of his face and looks at the brown-haired one. "Oh, Baek. Oh, God, hi."
"Hi. Might wanna call me Baekhyun hyung," Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. "What happened to you?"
"He ran away from me because I was carrying his dirty underwear," Yixing explains. Jongdae and Baekhyun's faces crinkle. "It had a skid ma-- mmf!"
Chanyeol quickly covers Yixing's mouth before he utters another word. "IT WASN'T MINE, I SWEAR."
"Ooookay," Baekhyun sings.
"NO, I MEAN, I WEAR UNDERWEAR," Chanyeol is starting to ramble out loud with his booming voice. "Baek-- I mean, Baekhyun hyung! I wear underwear, okay? And I don't leave skid marks!"
"Wanna check, hyung?" Baekhyun's eyes go wide as saucers as Chanyeol asks this peculiar question.
Jongdae is laughing by himself in a corner while Baekhyun is trapped in an odd conversation with a flustered Chanyeol. Yixing bites Chanyeol's hand and sets himself free.
"Wow, you're a fucking idiot," Yixing throws another dirty pair of underwear at Chanyeol. "You don't even need to call him hyung, you know."
"I know," Chanyeol sighs, scrubbing away a brown spot on his duck-printed undies.
Yixing sets a bowl of pitted dates beside a glass of warm water. "Are you sure this is what you want for dessert, hyung?"
Minseok passes by glancing at the bowl, whispering (not really), "what the fuck, Joonmyeon" and stabs a date with a fork he pulled from his pocket.
Joonmyeon's mouth opens, then closes again. He looks at Yixing and smiles. "Yup. My digestive system is starting to slow down you know."
Joonmyeon is second in command and is the nicest person Yixing's ever met, yet his mental age tends to age faster than his body. On days they aren't on missions, Joonmyeon feeds the various fish in the aquariums scattered around the mansions and cleans their tanks. During summers, he is nice enough to take the kids out to water parks as he enjoys himself anywhere where there is water, considering the power to control water is his special ability.
He chomps on a date and washes it down with a gulp of water. "Your body changes when you get old, you know? After all these missions and teaching and kids and stuff, I really just wanna get comfy in my driving shoes and play a little golf in the backyard. Maybe even relax at the park with a little chess by myself or a stranger."
"Life is good, Yixing. Life is real goo--" Joonmyeon stops when he smells a certain smell of spaghetti noodles and kimchi. Kimchi never smelled so great on a person like Kyungsoo. He feels a hand on his shoulderblade.
"Hyung?" Kyungsoo pulls up a chair beside him. "Are you talking to yourself again?"
"No, I was just talking to Yixi-- oh, forget it." Joonmyeon decides he is perfectly happy with Kyungsoo's cheery company instead of Yixing's (who just abandoned him because, aww, look a kitty outside the window). Nasty little whippersnapper.
There is one person in the house that Yixing loves being with the most and being far from the most, and he is Kris. He's The Dream Team's leader, commander-in-chief, all-around good guy and fancypants. Much like his relationship with Luhan, Yixing's known Kris longer than he's known the others. But there is something prodding Yixing to think and want that what he has with Kris is something more. It is that something that makes him notice how the strands of golden blonde hair in front of Kris' face glow when they're it by the sun, the way Kris always smiles so genuinely it makes his heart swell and the ache in Kris' voice when he sees someone hurt.
Kris is wealthy and has always been. His father owned a multinational airline company and died before he was born. His mother then succeeded the position and often left Kris alone in their mansion in Beijing. At least, this is what Yixing knows about Kris' family life.
(They met at the park near the observatory in Beijing when they were twelve. Yixing was flying a kite with his grandfather during a cool spring day and Kris had been watching from the tinted window of limo in the middle of Beijing traffic. Much to his bodyguard's dismay, Kris had unlocked the door and ran to Yixing and his grandfather, eyes glued to the colorful kite gliding in the wind.
Yixing had a felt a presence and looked over to his left. A taller boy with mean eyes had been staring at him fly his kite. His grandfather saw him too and nudged Yixing to befriend the boy.
"Hi," Yixing said nervously, approaching the grumpy-looking little Kris. "Wanna play? I have an extra kite."
And for the first time, Kris found genuine companionship and Yixing heard his heart beat.)
They discovered their powers together when Yixing was thirteen and Kris was fourteen. Luhan had already discovered his telekinetic abilities as a child.
("I swear, it's not me this time!" Luhan panicked as Kris floated around the air. He reached out his hand in Kris' direction and tried pulling him down with the strength of his mind. But the effort was to no avail-- something was keeping Kris up in the air.
"Oh my God. Luhan ge, do something! Quick!" Yixing was jumping up and down trying to catch Kris foot as the older boy hung unto a red kite, dangling ten feet above the ground. Luhan's hand tensed, veins showing themselves as he did his best to pull his friend down from the air.
Kris, though, did not seem the least bit scared. He seemed to enjoy it, actually. The next thing Luhan and Yixing knew, Kris was flying into loopdy-loops in the air, shrieking in delight. Kris fell on the ground with a loud thud. The other two boys ran to his aid when they saw a bloody knee.
"I can't look, I can't look," Luhan turned his head the other way and closed his eyes. Kris bit his lower lip and released a hissing sound from his lips.
"Don't worry, okay. I-I'll help," Yixing examined the bleeding wound on Kris' knee. Driven by instinct, he touched it and closed his eyes.
"Xing, Xing!" Kris exclaimed as he shook Yixing's wrists violently. "Xing, look what you did. Look."
Yixing opened his eyes slowly, scared at first that maybe he might've made it worse.
It was the exact opposite. The wound was completely healed, no trace of blood was left and it was like it was never there. Luhan finally turned his head to look as Kris touched the spot where the wound supposedly was.
"Well, this was a great day," Luhan looked at both of them. "Now I'm not alone!")
Yet after all these years of knowing each other, Yixing has yet to figure out why he feels so happy and safe around Kris-- and he knew it was something more than just friendship.
Nothing was better than having training, just The Dream Team, in the large training facility underground the Wu Mansion. It was fireproof (thank God) and was previously a large bunker that Jongdae and Chanyeol transformed into a high-tech training hall. It had dummies for sparring, different weapons and computers for simulations. Only The Dream Team and the best students of the month can go in and spar.
Definitely nothing was sexier than seeing Kris' v-shaped body in a tight black leather suit with dark blue lines high-lighting the shape of torso. His muscled arms and broad shoulders emphasized more than ever. All Yixing could ever do is keep his shit together.
Kris in a suit is sexy-- especially when he holds a tall glass of champagne in one hand and lingers in the dark corner of the room in his own party. Yixing can imagine Kris' tongue swiping against his lips to lick the champagne off, staring at him from across the room with a sexy dark look in his eyes and--
Crack goes Yixing's jaw as Jongdae blows a swift punch against it. Good thing Yixing can just crack his neck and wait a few seconds for the crack in his bone to regenerate or else he would've dislocated some bone near his neck and have his head roll right into Kris' feet who would probably respond with the most unmanly high-pitched scream that would never match his masculine facade.
As Yixing and Jongdae spar on the mat, the rest of the members of The Dream Team, aside from Kris, were all lazily seated at the side of the mats. Minseok was falling asleep on Luhan's shoulder, drooling a little even. Baekhyun had been half-heartedly listening to a conversation with a nervous Chanyeol about how sorry the gentle giant was about the embarrassing incident that happened only hours ago. Kris was the only one standing up. He had his back turned on his team and faced a table full of gadgets that Jongdae and Chanyeol had invented.
"You better be careful with Yixing, Jongdae," he warns, trying on a black glove. He curled his fingers into a fist and to his not-so-great surprise, thin blades came out from the spaces of the knuckles of the glove. Cool.
"Sure duizhang. totally won't harm your precious little princess while sparring," Jongdae rolls his eyes while blocking a few punches from Yixing. "Besides, we all know you'll throw a hissy fit once you see a bruise on him anyway."
"Not true!" Yixing stops. "I don't... I don't think--" he cares about me that muc "--he'd react like that."
"Please, Xing," Luhan rolls his eyes and leans forward, making Minseok's head fall off his shoulder. "Remember that time you had rope burns on your wrists because you were held captive and duizhang went batshit and beat the hell out of Taecyeon?"
"That doesn't really--"
"Then he grabbed your wrist and forgot that it hurt."
"Well, I would forget too--"
"Then locked himself up for a day because he 'caused you pain, and he was a monster' and he played these miserable broadway songs--"
"Can you stop talking now," Kris snaps and Luhan pulls a smug smile.
After everyone's finished sparring with each other, Yixing and Luhan are about to leave the room. Yixing senses that Luhan knows something he doesn't. Yixing isn't worried anyway. He knows that just a little push can make Luhan spill. He's always been one to talk a lot anyway.
Luhan is busy looking at his stomach in the mirror, poking it and squishing it in various places. He turns sideview and runs his hand down his tummy and frowns. "Am I fat?"
"No, why?" Yixing stands beside Luhan and pokes his squishy white tummy. "Are your students getting to your or something?"
Luhan teaches optional science classes and is the mentor for all of the mutants with mind powers. Almost all the students go because Luhan finds ways for science to be fun and often takes them on field trips. Sometimes, students go there just to gawk at him (because it's Luhan he has the voice of an angel and who cares of he's talking about meiosis or the difference between Internal and Thermal Energy).
"No, I'm just getting a little self-conscious lately, that's all," Luhan makes sure to pull his shirt down fast enough for Yixing not to see a few hickeys on the right side of his stomach.
The only reason Luhan is self-conscious is Jongin. Jongin is one of the most talented and brightest students in the institution. He's a teleporter and if looks could kill, he'd have everyone in his path drop dead in a matter of seconds. He looks at Luhan with that devilishly handsome smile Luhan loves so much and a genuine glint of happiness in his eyes. Not only does Jongin stare at Luhan in class like a lion stalking a deer, but he drops little unnoticeable hints too (like letting his hand dangle off his table so that when Luhan passes by, their hands have a brief moment of interaction). Maybe Jongin likes him. Maybe he likes Jongin back. But, oh God, he's just a boy.
"Self-conscious of what? Do you honestly think you're going to get a boyfriend as long as Kris keeps this institution invisible from the general public?"
"Whatever, I can always just find someone from inside," Luhan nudges Yixing's side with his elbow.
"What are you nudging me for?" Yixing looks at him nervously.
"You know," Luhan wiggles his eyebrows and eyes a painted picture of Kris with his arms crossed and a serious look on his face on the wall of the training room.
"Don't be so obvious!" Yixing whispers. "And can you tell me again why he had himself painted in here."
"I don't know. He thinks his very appearance inspires people," Luhan rolls his eyes. "So far, the only thing this does is make me wanna do is drive a tractor in the fucking wall."
"He stares at himself while he works out, you know. I watch him," Yixing says (he rememberes that he would hear Kris' grunts in between "Ooh, yeah. Looking good, Kris. Yeah, you go, sexy.") and regretting saying it when Luhan looks at him with big eyes. "I mean, I, uh, accompany him."
"Whatever. He is the only one who likes it there and it only makes me feel like he's looking through my clothes while I train," Luhan slaps a hand on the painted imagine of Kris' face. "You vain bastard, you."
As soon as Luhan is already punching the image in the face, Yixing starts to pull him away and drag him out of the room. "Okay, ge. That's enough."
It is only a few hours later that Chanyeol is inside the training room, wearing a pair of shades (at night, in the darkness of the house). He stubs his toe on a treadmill and lifts his knee to clutch his aching toe.
"Ow, ow, ow," He whispers in pain as he hops on one leg on the way inside. Finally, Chanyeol trips on a piece of cloth discarded on the floor. The sunglasses fly off and he lands on his face on the carpeted floor and slowly rolls around in pain. He grits his teeth while clutching his foot for a while before slowly getting up and turning on the lights.
He limps towards the painted picture of Kris. "I'm gonna be just like you, hyung. You're gonna wanna paint me on this wall too."
He strokes the image and whispers oh-so-quietly, "I'm gonna be just like you, hyung. Yes."
Chanyeol scurries around the room the find his sunglasses and puts them on coolly in front of Kris' poster before flexing with the two pound dumbbells he picked up while searching for his glasses. "KRIS TWO-POINT-OH, LET'S GO."
AUTHOR'S NOTE umm idk word vomit help commenting would be nice yes <3 part ii will be posted when i'm inspired nyehehehe
Living in a mansion full of hyperactive little kids and teenagers wasn't exactly in Yixing's plan for the future-- especially since these kids and teenagers had extraordinary superpowers. The adults in the house had them too, of course. They varied from elemental powers to the power to talk to computers and to super strength. These kids, these mutants, either ran away from their homes or from their true super-powered selves.
Yixing was a part of the team of 9 that started this institution that these mutant children would run to develop their powers, themselves and have a home. This team consisted of Yixing's good friends that he met while discovering his own power of healing, except for Luhan, who he's known since childhood.
Their leader, Kris, had inherited his mansion from his mother, who was currently taking a permanent vacation in Europe. It was complete with everything. Training facilities underground, enough rooms to house kids and adults, a large kitchen and dining room, and large outdoors where anyone can race, play golf, swim or be one with the large garden.
Everyone had their own responsibilities in the team. Yixing and Kyungsoo would act as housekeepers, cooking for the children and cleaning the large mansion in which everyone resided. Of course, they had everyone help by keeping a stickerboard in the kitchen with everyone's pictures and good noodle stars.
("The one who does the most chores gets kimchi spaghetti!" Kyungsoo beamed when he first showed the chart to everyone during one dinner.
Various reactions are stimulated. Some faces drop, others put their hands on their foreheads, some faces of anticipation morph into faces of disgust.
"Everyone is fucking tired of kimchi spaghetti, Kyungsoo!" A groan and a complaint elicited from Minseok, one of the members of The Dream Team (this is what they called themselves). He shoved a forkful of the said kimchi spaghetti in his mouth. His cheeks were full of it, red sauce all over his face. He looked over at Yixing's half-finished food and mumbled, "Are you gonna finish that?"
"What's wrong with my kimchi spaghetti?" Kyungsoo frowned as he was throwing all the leftovers into a bin specifically labelled 'KIMCHI SPAGHETTI.' "I thought everybody loved it."
"GOTTA MOVE ON, KYUNGSOO," Minseok shouted from the staircase, going up with a plate full of Kimchi Spaghetti, extra cheese. "MOVE ON TO DISHES OF GREENER PASTURES THAT AREN'T KIMCHI OR SPAGHETTI.")
Then there's Chanyeol, in all his frizzy-haired and tall stature glory. He deals with all the technology used by The Dream Team, including the all-around 'invisible-or-non-invisible-super-cool-super-awesome Wu Jet,' which he built himself, of course.
("So, this," Chanyeol gestured to the large, black jet behind him. He was standing on its stairs propped up against the entrance on the side. "is the invisible-or-non-invisible-super-cool-super-awesome Wu Jet."
"The what now."
"Why couldn't you just not name it?"
"It looks cool."
"Is there enough space to fuck?"
Everybody looks at Luhan, the person who asked the last question, with disgusted faces. Luhan simply responds with his innocent doe eyes going large and a shrug of his shoulders.
"What?")
Occasionally, Chanyeol teaches PE and helps with target practice. His ability is to manipulate and create fire at his own will made him the clear choice to aid the younger mutants in target practice. Everyone originally protested to this choice. They thought Chanyeol had no control over his powers. (Because on their very first mission together, there had been fire everywhere Chanyeol stepped and he accidentally set off a booby trap. In short, everyone was stuck in a cage that belonged to some exotic tribe. There had been a large pot with hot water and carrots beside their cage too, so everyone obviously knew it where it was going.)
Chanyeol pats Yixing on the shoulder as he approaches him, towering over Yixing's thin figure carrying a laundry basket. He crinkles his nose and looks at the laundry basket full of dirty clothes. "God, that stinks."
Chanyeol pinches his nose and fans the air in front of him. "What the fuck, is that a skidmark?! Who owns that?!"
Yixing looks up at the taller young man, face calm and steady. "You do."
"... Oh. Well," Chanyeol lets go of his nose and smiles his large smile. "Have fun cleaning them!"
A sigh escapes Yixing's lips as he watches Chanyeol run off in the opposite direction, waving at him. Chanyeol then bumps into two shorter young men, one with black spiky hair and a strong boney face and the other with soft brown hair and eyes lined with layers of eyeliner.
Chanyeol lands on his butt and scratches the back of his head. Yixing, seeing the fall, puts down his basket and approaches the hurting giant. Chanyeol looks up at the people he just bumped into. "Jongdae, hey..."
The boney-faced man, Jongdae, smiles. The brown-haired companion puts a hand on his hip and neither of them have the initiative to help up poor Chanyeol. Bitches.
He is shaky while he tries to stand up with Yixing's help (rather, he is pulling Yixing down with him because of larger stature). Chanyeol shakes the frizzy hair out of his face and looks at the brown-haired one. "Oh, Baek. Oh, God, hi."
"Hi. Might wanna call me Baekhyun hyung," Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. "What happened to you?"
"He ran away from me because I was carrying his dirty underwear," Yixing explains. Jongdae and Baekhyun's faces crinkle. "It had a skid ma-- mmf!"
Chanyeol quickly covers Yixing's mouth before he utters another word. "IT WASN'T MINE, I SWEAR."
"Ooookay," Baekhyun sings.
"NO, I MEAN, I WEAR UNDERWEAR," Chanyeol is starting to ramble out loud with his booming voice. "Baek-- I mean, Baekhyun hyung! I wear underwear, okay? And I don't leave skid marks!"
"Wanna check, hyung?" Baekhyun's eyes go wide as saucers as Chanyeol asks this peculiar question.
Jongdae is laughing by himself in a corner while Baekhyun is trapped in an odd conversation with a flustered Chanyeol. Yixing bites Chanyeol's hand and sets himself free.
"Wow, you're a fucking idiot," Yixing throws another dirty pair of underwear at Chanyeol. "You don't even need to call him hyung, you know."
"I know," Chanyeol sighs, scrubbing away a brown spot on his duck-printed undies.
Yixing sets a bowl of pitted dates beside a glass of warm water. "Are you sure this is what you want for dessert, hyung?"
Minseok passes by glancing at the bowl, whispering (not really), "what the fuck, Joonmyeon" and stabs a date with a fork he pulled from his pocket.
Joonmyeon's mouth opens, then closes again. He looks at Yixing and smiles. "Yup. My digestive system is starting to slow down you know."
Joonmyeon is second in command and is the nicest person Yixing's ever met, yet his mental age tends to age faster than his body. On days they aren't on missions, Joonmyeon feeds the various fish in the aquariums scattered around the mansions and cleans their tanks. During summers, he is nice enough to take the kids out to water parks as he enjoys himself anywhere where there is water, considering the power to control water is his special ability.
He chomps on a date and washes it down with a gulp of water. "Your body changes when you get old, you know? After all these missions and teaching and kids and stuff, I really just wanna get comfy in my driving shoes and play a little golf in the backyard. Maybe even relax at the park with a little chess by myself or a stranger."
"Life is good, Yixing. Life is real goo--" Joonmyeon stops when he smells a certain smell of spaghetti noodles and kimchi. Kimchi never smelled so great on a person like Kyungsoo. He feels a hand on his shoulderblade.
"Hyung?" Kyungsoo pulls up a chair beside him. "Are you talking to yourself again?"
"No, I was just talking to Yixi-- oh, forget it." Joonmyeon decides he is perfectly happy with Kyungsoo's cheery company instead of Yixing's (who just abandoned him because, aww, look a kitty outside the window). Nasty little whippersnapper.
There is one person in the house that Yixing loves being with the most and being far from the most, and he is Kris. He's The Dream Team's leader, commander-in-chief, all-around good guy and fancypants. Much like his relationship with Luhan, Yixing's known Kris longer than he's known the others. But there is something prodding Yixing to think and want that what he has with Kris is something more. It is that something that makes him notice how the strands of golden blonde hair in front of Kris' face glow when they're it by the sun, the way Kris always smiles so genuinely it makes his heart swell and the ache in Kris' voice when he sees someone hurt.
Kris is wealthy and has always been. His father owned a multinational airline company and died before he was born. His mother then succeeded the position and often left Kris alone in their mansion in Beijing. At least, this is what Yixing knows about Kris' family life.
(They met at the park near the observatory in Beijing when they were twelve. Yixing was flying a kite with his grandfather during a cool spring day and Kris had been watching from the tinted window of limo in the middle of Beijing traffic. Much to his bodyguard's dismay, Kris had unlocked the door and ran to Yixing and his grandfather, eyes glued to the colorful kite gliding in the wind.
Yixing had a felt a presence and looked over to his left. A taller boy with mean eyes had been staring at him fly his kite. His grandfather saw him too and nudged Yixing to befriend the boy.
"Hi," Yixing said nervously, approaching the grumpy-looking little Kris. "Wanna play? I have an extra kite."
And for the first time, Kris found genuine companionship and Yixing heard his heart beat.)
They discovered their powers together when Yixing was thirteen and Kris was fourteen. Luhan had already discovered his telekinetic abilities as a child.
("I swear, it's not me this time!" Luhan panicked as Kris floated around the air. He reached out his hand in Kris' direction and tried pulling him down with the strength of his mind. But the effort was to no avail-- something was keeping Kris up in the air.
"Oh my God. Luhan ge, do something! Quick!" Yixing was jumping up and down trying to catch Kris foot as the older boy hung unto a red kite, dangling ten feet above the ground. Luhan's hand tensed, veins showing themselves as he did his best to pull his friend down from the air.
Kris, though, did not seem the least bit scared. He seemed to enjoy it, actually. The next thing Luhan and Yixing knew, Kris was flying into loopdy-loops in the air, shrieking in delight. Kris fell on the ground with a loud thud. The other two boys ran to his aid when they saw a bloody knee.
"I can't look, I can't look," Luhan turned his head the other way and closed his eyes. Kris bit his lower lip and released a hissing sound from his lips.
"Don't worry, okay. I-I'll help," Yixing examined the bleeding wound on Kris' knee. Driven by instinct, he touched it and closed his eyes.
"Xing, Xing!" Kris exclaimed as he shook Yixing's wrists violently. "Xing, look what you did. Look."
Yixing opened his eyes slowly, scared at first that maybe he might've made it worse.
It was the exact opposite. The wound was completely healed, no trace of blood was left and it was like it was never there. Luhan finally turned his head to look as Kris touched the spot where the wound supposedly was.
"Well, this was a great day," Luhan looked at both of them. "Now I'm not alone!")
Yet after all these years of knowing each other, Yixing has yet to figure out why he feels so happy and safe around Kris-- and he knew it was something more than just friendship.
Nothing was better than having training, just The Dream Team, in the large training facility underground the Wu Mansion. It was fireproof (thank God) and was previously a large bunker that Jongdae and Chanyeol transformed into a high-tech training hall. It had dummies for sparring, different weapons and computers for simulations. Only The Dream Team and the best students of the month can go in and spar.
Definitely nothing was sexier than seeing Kris' v-shaped body in a tight black leather suit with dark blue lines high-lighting the shape of torso. His muscled arms and broad shoulders emphasized more than ever. All Yixing could ever do is keep his shit together.
Kris in a suit is sexy-- especially when he holds a tall glass of champagne in one hand and lingers in the dark corner of the room in his own party. Yixing can imagine Kris' tongue swiping against his lips to lick the champagne off, staring at him from across the room with a sexy dark look in his eyes and--
Crack goes Yixing's jaw as Jongdae blows a swift punch against it. Good thing Yixing can just crack his neck and wait a few seconds for the crack in his bone to regenerate or else he would've dislocated some bone near his neck and have his head roll right into Kris' feet who would probably respond with the most unmanly high-pitched scream that would never match his masculine facade.
As Yixing and Jongdae spar on the mat, the rest of the members of The Dream Team, aside from Kris, were all lazily seated at the side of the mats. Minseok was falling asleep on Luhan's shoulder, drooling a little even. Baekhyun had been half-heartedly listening to a conversation with a nervous Chanyeol about how sorry the gentle giant was about the embarrassing incident that happened only hours ago. Kris was the only one standing up. He had his back turned on his team and faced a table full of gadgets that Jongdae and Chanyeol had invented.
"You better be careful with Yixing, Jongdae," he warns, trying on a black glove. He curled his fingers into a fist and to his not-so-great surprise, thin blades came out from the spaces of the knuckles of the glove. Cool.
"Sure duizhang. totally won't harm your precious little princess while sparring," Jongdae rolls his eyes while blocking a few punches from Yixing. "Besides, we all know you'll throw a hissy fit once you see a bruise on him anyway."
"Not true!" Yixing stops. "I don't... I don't think--" he cares about me that muc "--he'd react like that."
"Please, Xing," Luhan rolls his eyes and leans forward, making Minseok's head fall off his shoulder. "Remember that time you had rope burns on your wrists because you were held captive and duizhang went batshit and beat the hell out of Taecyeon?"
"That doesn't really--"
"Then he grabbed your wrist and forgot that it hurt."
"Well, I would forget too--"
"Then locked himself up for a day because he 'caused you pain, and he was a monster' and he played these miserable broadway songs--"
"Can you stop talking now," Kris snaps and Luhan pulls a smug smile.
After everyone's finished sparring with each other, Yixing and Luhan are about to leave the room. Yixing senses that Luhan knows something he doesn't. Yixing isn't worried anyway. He knows that just a little push can make Luhan spill. He's always been one to talk a lot anyway.
Luhan is busy looking at his stomach in the mirror, poking it and squishing it in various places. He turns sideview and runs his hand down his tummy and frowns. "Am I fat?"
"No, why?" Yixing stands beside Luhan and pokes his squishy white tummy. "Are your students getting to your or something?"
Luhan teaches optional science classes and is the mentor for all of the mutants with mind powers. Almost all the students go because Luhan finds ways for science to be fun and often takes them on field trips. Sometimes, students go there just to gawk at him (because it's Luhan he has the voice of an angel and who cares of he's talking about meiosis or the difference between Internal and Thermal Energy).
"No, I'm just getting a little self-conscious lately, that's all," Luhan makes sure to pull his shirt down fast enough for Yixing not to see a few hickeys on the right side of his stomach.
The only reason Luhan is self-conscious is Jongin. Jongin is one of the most talented and brightest students in the institution. He's a teleporter and if looks could kill, he'd have everyone in his path drop dead in a matter of seconds. He looks at Luhan with that devilishly handsome smile Luhan loves so much and a genuine glint of happiness in his eyes. Not only does Jongin stare at Luhan in class like a lion stalking a deer, but he drops little unnoticeable hints too (like letting his hand dangle off his table so that when Luhan passes by, their hands have a brief moment of interaction). Maybe Jongin likes him. Maybe he likes Jongin back. But, oh God, he's just a boy.
"Self-conscious of what? Do you honestly think you're going to get a boyfriend as long as Kris keeps this institution invisible from the general public?"
"Whatever, I can always just find someone from inside," Luhan nudges Yixing's side with his elbow.
"What are you nudging me for?" Yixing looks at him nervously.
"You know," Luhan wiggles his eyebrows and eyes a painted picture of Kris with his arms crossed and a serious look on his face on the wall of the training room.
"Don't be so obvious!" Yixing whispers. "And can you tell me again why he had himself painted in here."
"I don't know. He thinks his very appearance inspires people," Luhan rolls his eyes. "So far, the only thing this does is make me wanna do is drive a tractor in the fucking wall."
"He stares at himself while he works out, you know. I watch him," Yixing says (he rememberes that he would hear Kris' grunts in between "Ooh, yeah. Looking good, Kris. Yeah, you go, sexy.") and regretting saying it when Luhan looks at him with big eyes. "I mean, I, uh, accompany him."
"Whatever. He is the only one who likes it there and it only makes me feel like he's looking through my clothes while I train," Luhan slaps a hand on the painted imagine of Kris' face. "You vain bastard, you."
As soon as Luhan is already punching the image in the face, Yixing starts to pull him away and drag him out of the room. "Okay, ge. That's enough."
It is only a few hours later that Chanyeol is inside the training room, wearing a pair of shades (at night, in the darkness of the house). He stubs his toe on a treadmill and lifts his knee to clutch his aching toe.
"Ow, ow, ow," He whispers in pain as he hops on one leg on the way inside. Finally, Chanyeol trips on a piece of cloth discarded on the floor. The sunglasses fly off and he lands on his face on the carpeted floor and slowly rolls around in pain. He grits his teeth while clutching his foot for a while before slowly getting up and turning on the lights.
He limps towards the painted picture of Kris. "I'm gonna be just like you, hyung. You're gonna wanna paint me on this wall too."
He strokes the image and whispers oh-so-quietly, "I'm gonna be just like you, hyung. Yes."
Chanyeol scurries around the room the find his sunglasses and puts them on coolly in front of Kris' poster before flexing with the two pound dumbbells he picked up while searching for his glasses. "KRIS TWO-POINT-OH, LET'S GO."
AUTHOR'S NOTE umm idk word vomit help commenting would be nice yes <3 part ii will be posted when i'm inspired nyehehehe