i think i'm a lucky guy.
i think i'm a lucky guy.
Kris/Suho, bff!Chen/Suho - PG-15/NC-17 ((better safe than sorry ehh)) - fluff, attempted comedy - language, possible implied smut - 3016 words
in which Joonmyun is obsessed with a basketball player, Yifan looks exactly like the said athlete and Jongdae is the greatest (though still debatable) wingman of all time.
“No!”
A loud cry was heard throughout the tiny apartment. Jongdae put down the laptop beside him and rushed to the living room, trying to see what was happening to his sad roommate’s life now.
He saw a glimpse of paramedics and other professionals on the TV screen and he knew exactly why Joonmyun was crying out in pain on their living room floor. He sat down and placed the older male’s head on his lap, trying to calm him down.
“Do I ask or do I not?” He tried to hide his grin, but it was just too funny to watch Joonmyun hold back the little tears welling up in his eyes.
“No, no, no nonononooooo!” The older of the two was kicking and screaming while he looked at the words flashing on the screen. “broken knee…” “possible career-ending injury?” “definitely not going back any time this season”
“I don’t know if I should actually feel sorry for you and your sick infatuation or just laugh at the fact that you’re crying because Kevin Li’s knee is broken,” Jongdae muttered through his endless snickers. Joonmyun glared up at him and digs his elbow on his knee. The younger boy yelped out and dropped his head.
“Breaking your knee hurts worse than that, you idiot!” He sat up and pointed at the tall figure on the screen. “It’s his dream to win this international tournament with his country’s team, and now he’ll never be able to do it until next year.” Joonmyun stared at the screen with teary eyes.
“Remind me again why you’re rooting for the team that’s actually ruining our country’s hopes of winning?”
“Because I love him!”
Joonmyun ran into his room and Jongdae couldn’t help but roll over and laugh at his stupid roommate.
It’s been three months and Kevin Li disappeared completely off the map. Joonmyun stared at his wall, filled to the edges with posters of his face and game stats and analyses and other things that didn’t matter now that Li was out for the season.
He gingerly took off the posters on his wall, stroking the face that he adored for so long lovingly, and folded them as neatly as possible. If news came out that his knee magically healed and he could play again, Joonmyun wouldn’t even hesitate to put those posters back up and he wouldn’t want any wrinkled faces death glaring at him in his sleep.
He put them all in one stack and finally decided on throwing them out, knowing that Li would get a hundred new endorsements the moment he went back to the scene and he would have more to collect in the future. Joonmyun smiled at the sleepy Jongdae eating whatever was left of his breakfast.
“Hey, someone moved in beside us,” Jongdae muttered with a mouth full of egg.
“Is he nice?” Joonmyun asked, hand already on the doorknob.
“All I know is he’s tall.” Jongdae, never missing an opportunity to tease his best friend, added a quick, “maybe he’s a basketball player,” enjoying the glare directed at him.
“Whatever.” Joonmyun stepped out of the apartment quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible in the hallway.
As soon as he turned around, he was greeted by the face of Kevin Li.
He gaped at the face well above his, watching the wide eyes staring back at him too. The taller male bowed in the small space and tried to smile.
“Hi, I’m Wu Yifan. Nice to meet you…?” Yifan held out his hand, a smirk ghosting on his lips. Joonmyun looked down at the posters he was holding and blushed when he saw a huge blown up picture of Kevin’s face at the very top. He shook his hand quickly, muttered “Kim Joonmyun,” and ran back inside his apartment.
Jongdae was putting the plate he was eating on back on the shelves when Joonmyun burst back in. He stared at him oddly. “Do I ask or do I not?”
“You do ask. You have to ask.”
“Alright, what’s with our new neighbor?”
“He looks exactly like Kevin Li.” Jongdae stared at him incredulously. “Not the blonde and adorable Kevin Li, though. Just a dark haired, gigantic Wu Yifan who might possibly be Kevin Li’s long-lost twin.”
“I think your infatuation is making you lose your mind, Kim Joonmyun. Let me check.” He was pinned against the door while Joonmyun fixed his messy hair and clothes.
“If you do end up seeing Kevin Li out there, would you want him to see you as a half hung-over guy who just finished shoving his roommate’s unfinished breakfast down his throat?” Jongdae glared at him before shaking off his hands and stepping outside.
He took one glance at the giant fitting his keys into the doorknob of his front door and Jongdae’s mouth went dry.
The giant noticed him and gave him an awkward smile, offering his hand. “Hi, I’m Wu Yifan.”
Jongdae looked at the giant hand in front of him and shook it hastily. He grinned wide and nervous before freaking out and hiding back inside.
“Oh. My. God.” Jongdae breathed out as he leaned on the door. Joonmyun rushed to him, both of them jumping around in a mix of panic and excitement.
“Let’s give him food.” Joonmyun suggested. “Like, lots and lots and lots of food.”
“And if he refuses,” Jongdae continued.
“He’s not a normal human being and most likely a sex god under the name of Wu Yifan or Kevin Li!” The younger of the two glared at him.
“You were almost there. Almost acceptable, then you ruined it.”
Joonmyun grinned at him. “You love me.”
They knocked on their new neighbor’s front door, holding out a basket of freshly-baked treats that every normal human being would accept in a heartbeat. They plastered on their nicest smiles when Yifan opened the door, clad only in a huge white shirt and jeans.
“Oh hi.” He said quietly.
“Hi.” Joonmyun blushed at the small smirk ghosting on Yifan’s lips before raising the basket to a much higher level that Yifan could reach with his long arms. “We baked some treats as a ‘welcome to the building’ gift.”
Yifan bit his lip before lowering the basket. “I really appreciate this, but sadly, I’m on a strict diet. It’s a career thing.” He looked at the treats again. “Damn, I really want those.”
“Why? Are you an athlete?” Joonmyun elbowed Jongdae harshly before grinning until his eyes were little crescents on his face.
“We’ll find something to do for you, Yifan-ssi. Good night.” The smaller male bowed slightly before dragging Jongdae to help him with the big basket.
As an added thought, he turned around before Yifan’s door shut close. “But you’re okay with drinks, right?”
“Yeah, maybe you can take some shots with us, eh?” Joonmyun shot him a ‘can you not’ look before turning his attention back to Yifan.
The tall man smiled warmly. “Yeah, drinks are fine. Maybe we can go out sometime…?”
The question was more of a suggestion and Joonmyun didn’t know if it was the platonic or the “I want to get into your pants” type of suggestion. He decided on the first one and nodded slightly.
“He’s totally trying to get into your pants.” Jongdae heaved out after dropping the basket on the kitchen counter. The older of the two shrugged.
“Maybe he meant going out as the three of us? Not everyone’s a flirty, sassy little bastard like you, so don’t assume that everyone’s motives are the same as yours.”
Joonmyun was right.
Yifan was just an ordinary nice guy with a really hot face and body and possibly the physique of a basketball player and the face of a really hot one too and perhaps Joonmyun’s infatuation with Kevin Li has returned in the form of Wu Yifan.
The small male was lying down on his bed, hugging his little teddy bear wearing the “LI 23” jersey he got from an official merchandise store. He heard a knock on the door and grudgingly stood up, still hugging the little stuffed toy to his chest.
He was obviously surprised to see Yifan dressed in a white t-shirt and a black blazer already waiting outside the door for him. “Drinks? Us three?”
Joonmyun nodded quickly. “I’ll get Jongdae and get dressed. Uh, see you in ten minutes or so?” Yifan nodded before closing the door quietly and leaving the younger male to prepare.
Joonmyun knew he saw the stuffed toy and its jersey and probably understood that Kim Joonmyun was slightly infatuated with a basketball player. He threw ‘Lil Li on the couch and banged on Jongdae’s door.
“We’re going out!”
Less than twenty minutes after they went inside the bar, Jongdae vanished from Joonmyun’s sight. He was left simultaneously taking shots with Yifan in the bar, both of them at their third shot already.
Joonmyun always had a really low tolerance, but apparently Yifan was worse. At their fourth shot, Yifan was already slurring and breathing heavily on Joonmyun’s ear.
He dropped his head on the smaller male’s shoulder, not caring if the position was uncomfortable. “It’s just so hard… I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
Joonmyun, not having a single idea what he was talking about, placed a hand on his back and tried to comfort him. “That’s rough, buddy. Really rough.”
“You smell nice,” Yifan muttered as he buried his face in Joonmyun’s neck.
“That’s rough,” he whispers, “I kind of like it rough, just saying.”
He felt the curve of Yifan’s smile and the hum of approval sinking into his skin. Okay, Joonmyun said to himself, there is definitely something here.
Joonmyun picked Yifan up and helped him walk around to look for Jongdae. They found him with his lips attached to someone’s neck, clearly affected by the attention. Joonmyun pulled him roughly, chuckling at the low whine from the stranger pinned to the wall.
“We’re going home, Jongdae.” Joonmyun’s legs were a little shaky and the younger male helped him carry the giant up.
“Damn.” Jongdae grabbed a napkin from somewhere and wrote something down on it before slipping it in the pocket of the stranger with the thick neck. “Call me.” And he nodded before walking away.
“Alright, let’s go.”
“Wait!”
Yifan yelled out in the middle of the sidewalk. With shaky and slow steps, he opened the steel fence to the basketball court behind their building. He looked for a ball somewhere and smiled when he found a perfectly inflated one under the bench.
He stood beyond the three-point line, taking a deep breath before attempting to make a shot. It went in but it almost missed and probably would have missed if he let go of the ball a millisecond later. He kneeled down in pain, clutching his knee tightly.
“Damn it! I thought it would heal by five months, but apparently that’s not how life works.” Joonmyun and Jongdae shared a look and pointed their fingers at each other, making a little sizzle sound when the tips met.
We were right all this time.
I TOOK SHOTS WITH KEVIN LI?!?!?!
That’s really not the real concern here.
He knows I’m obsessed with him. I think this is the sign for me to vanish off the face of the earth now.
Can you not?
They helped Yifan up, doing their very best to carry him up the stairs. When they finally reached their floor, Jongdae went straight inside their apartment, leaving Joonmyun to deal with Yifan all by himself.
It wasn’t as easy as it sounded though, especially when Yifan had Joonmyun pinned against the door with his right hand leaning on the door and holding his body up.
“My keys are in my back pocket.”
Joonmyun gulped. He knew it was in his left back pocket, but he couldn’t resist searching through the right one first, leaning close to Yifan’s larger frame and very subtly groping his ass. He heard a low chuckle from Yifan before he reached out on the other side and took the keys.
He turned around and leaned back on Yifan’s chest as he opened the door. He felt Yifan drop all of his weight on Joonmyun, wrapping his arms around the tinier frame of Joonmyun’s shoulders.
The smaller male tried his very best to drag him to his bedroom and drop him on the bed without injuring him. He seemed to have injured the arrangement of his furniture and several books and magazines that used to be in a stack, all of them falling gracefully on the floor.
He took off the black blazer, enjoying the nearly perfect view of Yifan’s broad chest. Joonmyun even got the courage to take his jeans off, half-tempted to suck him off at the sight of him being half-hard but nah, he’s not bold enough for that.
Yifan’s apartment was slightly smaller than theirs, but it was clean and somehow impersonal when Joonmyun looked at it. He wondered why Yifan didn’t have anything in it, then he realized that he probably wasn’t planning on staying for a long time, just until his injury healed and he could go back to the court. Judging by how he was in pain after only one shot, it would still be a while until he could go back. As a huge fan of Kevin Li, Joonmyun was disappointed, but as a friend of Wu Yifan, he understood that it had to be done.
He stayed for a few more minutes before going back to his apartment and falling asleep.
Joonmyun was lucky to not have woken up with a hangover. He took steady steps and smiled when he didn’t feel the familiar sensation of having the floor fall out from under him with every little movement that he made.
He went out of the room and was surprised to see Yifan there, already eating breakfast with Jongdae. “Good morning?”
“Morning,” Yifan muttered before wolfing down more of what’s on his plate.
“I went outside to get the paper and the poor guy was waiting outside, hungry and hung over. I couldn’t just leave him there, so I started cooking.” Jongdae grinned as he took his plate and dropped it in the sink. “Now I’m going to take a shower. Have a nice breakfast.”
Joonmyun saw the little wink from the corner of his eyes and he pretended not to see it, choosing to eat like Yifan was eating. The older male clearly looked nervous about something.
“D-did I say something or do something… daring last night?” Yifan finished off his eggs and set his plate to the side.
Joonmyun pretended to think, to contemplate seriously about the events of the previous night just to annoy Yifan. He shook his head just to end the other person’s misery. Yifan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and smiled.
“Oh thank God. I don’t know what I’d do if I ended up doing something embarrassing in front of you.”
Why would you be embarrassed? Is it because you like me, Mr. Li?
Joonmyun bit his lip and ate a little more, trying to hide the blush creeping on his face.
It had been half a year since he moved in when Yifan decided to start moving out.
Most of his stuff was in boxes, all being transported to the truck parking downstairs. Joonmyun frowned at the boxes all over the hallway.
“When were you planning on telling me?” He wasn’t hurt, just a little… betrayed, perhaps? Joonmyun didn’t expect him to move out that fast. “Am I not your best friend here?” He added with a pout to hide the fact that he really was hurt.
Yifan smiled a big smile, despite the heaviness of Joonmyun’s mood. “I have to go back to China. I was going to tell you soon. And besides, I had something else planned for you.”
He took a step closer and pressed their lips together slowly. It was soft and sweet, a little too short in Joonmyun’s opinion, but it was everything their little relationship was for the past six months. Nothing huge or grand, just a simple relationship that was cute and flirty but still innocent in the day and confusing at night. Joonmyun would miss that; he would miss him.
“Goodbye, self-proclaimed best friend.” Yifan gave him a small salute before retreating back to his nearly empty apartment.
A week after Yifan moved out, Joonmyun found himself losing his mind.
“I just miss him. I miss his loud chuckles and his apparently not permanent death glare. I miss waking up with him eating in our kitchen and stealing our breakfast even though he was supposed to be on a diet. I miss his huge smile and his nice outfits and his hot face and body and every stupid little thing that I used to like about Kevin Li and now I love about Wu Yifan.
“I just really miss that creepy giant who moved in beside us and decided to ruin my life with his perfection.”
Joonmyun picked on the corners of the throw pillow of their couches. He was lying down on it, spread like a star while Jongdae listened to him vent out his frustrations.
“Will you let me ruin your life with my perfection again?”
Before he could even respond to the deep voice suddenly sounding out in his apartment again, a soft pair of lips covered his own from above him, like a Spiderman kiss. He heard the unmistakable sound of the “end call” button in Jongdae’s phone, and he knew exactly how Yifan got there.
Jongdae’s the best best friend ever.
Yifan pulled away and crawled above him, smiling widely like how Joonmyun described him. “Hey, aren’t you a little too small for this cou-“ Joonmyun’s complaints were drowned by Yifan’s lips kissing him again, and this time the kiss was deep and slow and it just took Joonmyun’s breath away.
“But seriously, isn’t this couch too small for you?”
A/N: okay the title is pretty much not related to the fic at all; i was just listening to lucky and then kris's "i think i'm a lucky guy" popped up out of nowhere and i was kind of left all hot and bothered so i repeated it a lot of times and wow okay his english is hot and he's hot and also a friendly reminder that i'm joonmyun biased but for some reason i'm just leadership biased now whoops sorry joonmyun but your husband is hot too
and if you didn't get it, "isn't this couch too small for you" is an invitation for them to BANG IN HIS BED but as i said in my intro blurb "i can't write smut to save my life" so that's the closest you can get to possible implied smut from me
and i wrote comedy AHAHAHA the fact that i even finished writing this is the comedy
okay that's enough goodbye now
Kris/Suho, bff!Chen/Suho - PG-15/NC-17 ((better safe than sorry ehh)) - fluff, attempted comedy - language, possible implied smut - 3016 words
in which Joonmyun is obsessed with a basketball player, Yifan looks exactly like the said athlete and Jongdae is the greatest (though still debatable) wingman of all time.
“No!”
A loud cry was heard throughout the tiny apartment. Jongdae put down the laptop beside him and rushed to the living room, trying to see what was happening to his sad roommate’s life now.
He saw a glimpse of paramedics and other professionals on the TV screen and he knew exactly why Joonmyun was crying out in pain on their living room floor. He sat down and placed the older male’s head on his lap, trying to calm him down.
“Do I ask or do I not?” He tried to hide his grin, but it was just too funny to watch Joonmyun hold back the little tears welling up in his eyes.
“No, no, no nonononooooo!” The older of the two was kicking and screaming while he looked at the words flashing on the screen. “broken knee…” “possible career-ending injury?” “definitely not going back any time this season”
“I don’t know if I should actually feel sorry for you and your sick infatuation or just laugh at the fact that you’re crying because Kevin Li’s knee is broken,” Jongdae muttered through his endless snickers. Joonmyun glared up at him and digs his elbow on his knee. The younger boy yelped out and dropped his head.
“Breaking your knee hurts worse than that, you idiot!” He sat up and pointed at the tall figure on the screen. “It’s his dream to win this international tournament with his country’s team, and now he’ll never be able to do it until next year.” Joonmyun stared at the screen with teary eyes.
“Remind me again why you’re rooting for the team that’s actually ruining our country’s hopes of winning?”
“Because I love him!”
Joonmyun ran into his room and Jongdae couldn’t help but roll over and laugh at his stupid roommate.
It’s been three months and Kevin Li disappeared completely off the map. Joonmyun stared at his wall, filled to the edges with posters of his face and game stats and analyses and other things that didn’t matter now that Li was out for the season.
He gingerly took off the posters on his wall, stroking the face that he adored for so long lovingly, and folded them as neatly as possible. If news came out that his knee magically healed and he could play again, Joonmyun wouldn’t even hesitate to put those posters back up and he wouldn’t want any wrinkled faces death glaring at him in his sleep.
He put them all in one stack and finally decided on throwing them out, knowing that Li would get a hundred new endorsements the moment he went back to the scene and he would have more to collect in the future. Joonmyun smiled at the sleepy Jongdae eating whatever was left of his breakfast.
“Hey, someone moved in beside us,” Jongdae muttered with a mouth full of egg.
“Is he nice?” Joonmyun asked, hand already on the doorknob.
“All I know is he’s tall.” Jongdae, never missing an opportunity to tease his best friend, added a quick, “maybe he’s a basketball player,” enjoying the glare directed at him.
“Whatever.” Joonmyun stepped out of the apartment quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible in the hallway.
As soon as he turned around, he was greeted by the face of Kevin Li.
He gaped at the face well above his, watching the wide eyes staring back at him too. The taller male bowed in the small space and tried to smile.
“Hi, I’m Wu Yifan. Nice to meet you…?” Yifan held out his hand, a smirk ghosting on his lips. Joonmyun looked down at the posters he was holding and blushed when he saw a huge blown up picture of Kevin’s face at the very top. He shook his hand quickly, muttered “Kim Joonmyun,” and ran back inside his apartment.
Jongdae was putting the plate he was eating on back on the shelves when Joonmyun burst back in. He stared at him oddly. “Do I ask or do I not?”
“You do ask. You have to ask.”
“Alright, what’s with our new neighbor?”
“He looks exactly like Kevin Li.” Jongdae stared at him incredulously. “Not the blonde and adorable Kevin Li, though. Just a dark haired, gigantic Wu Yifan who might possibly be Kevin Li’s long-lost twin.”
“I think your infatuation is making you lose your mind, Kim Joonmyun. Let me check.” He was pinned against the door while Joonmyun fixed his messy hair and clothes.
“If you do end up seeing Kevin Li out there, would you want him to see you as a half hung-over guy who just finished shoving his roommate’s unfinished breakfast down his throat?” Jongdae glared at him before shaking off his hands and stepping outside.
He took one glance at the giant fitting his keys into the doorknob of his front door and Jongdae’s mouth went dry.
The giant noticed him and gave him an awkward smile, offering his hand. “Hi, I’m Wu Yifan.”
Jongdae looked at the giant hand in front of him and shook it hastily. He grinned wide and nervous before freaking out and hiding back inside.
“Oh. My. God.” Jongdae breathed out as he leaned on the door. Joonmyun rushed to him, both of them jumping around in a mix of panic and excitement.
“Let’s give him food.” Joonmyun suggested. “Like, lots and lots and lots of food.”
“And if he refuses,” Jongdae continued.
“He’s not a normal human being and most likely a sex god under the name of Wu Yifan or Kevin Li!” The younger of the two glared at him.
“You were almost there. Almost acceptable, then you ruined it.”
Joonmyun grinned at him. “You love me.”
They knocked on their new neighbor’s front door, holding out a basket of freshly-baked treats that every normal human being would accept in a heartbeat. They plastered on their nicest smiles when Yifan opened the door, clad only in a huge white shirt and jeans.
“Oh hi.” He said quietly.
“Hi.” Joonmyun blushed at the small smirk ghosting on Yifan’s lips before raising the basket to a much higher level that Yifan could reach with his long arms. “We baked some treats as a ‘welcome to the building’ gift.”
Yifan bit his lip before lowering the basket. “I really appreciate this, but sadly, I’m on a strict diet. It’s a career thing.” He looked at the treats again. “Damn, I really want those.”
“Why? Are you an athlete?” Joonmyun elbowed Jongdae harshly before grinning until his eyes were little crescents on his face.
“We’ll find something to do for you, Yifan-ssi. Good night.” The smaller male bowed slightly before dragging Jongdae to help him with the big basket.
As an added thought, he turned around before Yifan’s door shut close. “But you’re okay with drinks, right?”
“Yeah, maybe you can take some shots with us, eh?” Joonmyun shot him a ‘can you not’ look before turning his attention back to Yifan.
The tall man smiled warmly. “Yeah, drinks are fine. Maybe we can go out sometime…?”
The question was more of a suggestion and Joonmyun didn’t know if it was the platonic or the “I want to get into your pants” type of suggestion. He decided on the first one and nodded slightly.
“He’s totally trying to get into your pants.” Jongdae heaved out after dropping the basket on the kitchen counter. The older of the two shrugged.
“Maybe he meant going out as the three of us? Not everyone’s a flirty, sassy little bastard like you, so don’t assume that everyone’s motives are the same as yours.”
Joonmyun was right.
Yifan was just an ordinary nice guy with a really hot face and body and possibly the physique of a basketball player and the face of a really hot one too and perhaps Joonmyun’s infatuation with Kevin Li has returned in the form of Wu Yifan.
The small male was lying down on his bed, hugging his little teddy bear wearing the “LI 23” jersey he got from an official merchandise store. He heard a knock on the door and grudgingly stood up, still hugging the little stuffed toy to his chest.
He was obviously surprised to see Yifan dressed in a white t-shirt and a black blazer already waiting outside the door for him. “Drinks? Us three?”
Joonmyun nodded quickly. “I’ll get Jongdae and get dressed. Uh, see you in ten minutes or so?” Yifan nodded before closing the door quietly and leaving the younger male to prepare.
Joonmyun knew he saw the stuffed toy and its jersey and probably understood that Kim Joonmyun was slightly infatuated with a basketball player. He threw ‘Lil Li on the couch and banged on Jongdae’s door.
“We’re going out!”
Less than twenty minutes after they went inside the bar, Jongdae vanished from Joonmyun’s sight. He was left simultaneously taking shots with Yifan in the bar, both of them at their third shot already.
Joonmyun always had a really low tolerance, but apparently Yifan was worse. At their fourth shot, Yifan was already slurring and breathing heavily on Joonmyun’s ear.
He dropped his head on the smaller male’s shoulder, not caring if the position was uncomfortable. “It’s just so hard… I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
Joonmyun, not having a single idea what he was talking about, placed a hand on his back and tried to comfort him. “That’s rough, buddy. Really rough.”
“You smell nice,” Yifan muttered as he buried his face in Joonmyun’s neck.
“That’s rough,” he whispers, “I kind of like it rough, just saying.”
He felt the curve of Yifan’s smile and the hum of approval sinking into his skin. Okay, Joonmyun said to himself, there is definitely something here.
Joonmyun picked Yifan up and helped him walk around to look for Jongdae. They found him with his lips attached to someone’s neck, clearly affected by the attention. Joonmyun pulled him roughly, chuckling at the low whine from the stranger pinned to the wall.
“We’re going home, Jongdae.” Joonmyun’s legs were a little shaky and the younger male helped him carry the giant up.
“Damn.” Jongdae grabbed a napkin from somewhere and wrote something down on it before slipping it in the pocket of the stranger with the thick neck. “Call me.” And he nodded before walking away.
“Alright, let’s go.”
“Wait!”
Yifan yelled out in the middle of the sidewalk. With shaky and slow steps, he opened the steel fence to the basketball court behind their building. He looked for a ball somewhere and smiled when he found a perfectly inflated one under the bench.
He stood beyond the three-point line, taking a deep breath before attempting to make a shot. It went in but it almost missed and probably would have missed if he let go of the ball a millisecond later. He kneeled down in pain, clutching his knee tightly.
“Damn it! I thought it would heal by five months, but apparently that’s not how life works.” Joonmyun and Jongdae shared a look and pointed their fingers at each other, making a little sizzle sound when the tips met.
We were right all this time.
I TOOK SHOTS WITH KEVIN LI?!?!?!
That’s really not the real concern here.
He knows I’m obsessed with him. I think this is the sign for me to vanish off the face of the earth now.
Can you not?
They helped Yifan up, doing their very best to carry him up the stairs. When they finally reached their floor, Jongdae went straight inside their apartment, leaving Joonmyun to deal with Yifan all by himself.
It wasn’t as easy as it sounded though, especially when Yifan had Joonmyun pinned against the door with his right hand leaning on the door and holding his body up.
“My keys are in my back pocket.”
Joonmyun gulped. He knew it was in his left back pocket, but he couldn’t resist searching through the right one first, leaning close to Yifan’s larger frame and very subtly groping his ass. He heard a low chuckle from Yifan before he reached out on the other side and took the keys.
He turned around and leaned back on Yifan’s chest as he opened the door. He felt Yifan drop all of his weight on Joonmyun, wrapping his arms around the tinier frame of Joonmyun’s shoulders.
The smaller male tried his very best to drag him to his bedroom and drop him on the bed without injuring him. He seemed to have injured the arrangement of his furniture and several books and magazines that used to be in a stack, all of them falling gracefully on the floor.
He took off the black blazer, enjoying the nearly perfect view of Yifan’s broad chest. Joonmyun even got the courage to take his jeans off, half-tempted to suck him off at the sight of him being half-hard but nah, he’s not bold enough for that.
Yifan’s apartment was slightly smaller than theirs, but it was clean and somehow impersonal when Joonmyun looked at it. He wondered why Yifan didn’t have anything in it, then he realized that he probably wasn’t planning on staying for a long time, just until his injury healed and he could go back to the court. Judging by how he was in pain after only one shot, it would still be a while until he could go back. As a huge fan of Kevin Li, Joonmyun was disappointed, but as a friend of Wu Yifan, he understood that it had to be done.
He stayed for a few more minutes before going back to his apartment and falling asleep.
Joonmyun was lucky to not have woken up with a hangover. He took steady steps and smiled when he didn’t feel the familiar sensation of having the floor fall out from under him with every little movement that he made.
He went out of the room and was surprised to see Yifan there, already eating breakfast with Jongdae. “Good morning?”
“Morning,” Yifan muttered before wolfing down more of what’s on his plate.
“I went outside to get the paper and the poor guy was waiting outside, hungry and hung over. I couldn’t just leave him there, so I started cooking.” Jongdae grinned as he took his plate and dropped it in the sink. “Now I’m going to take a shower. Have a nice breakfast.”
Joonmyun saw the little wink from the corner of his eyes and he pretended not to see it, choosing to eat like Yifan was eating. The older male clearly looked nervous about something.
“D-did I say something or do something… daring last night?” Yifan finished off his eggs and set his plate to the side.
Joonmyun pretended to think, to contemplate seriously about the events of the previous night just to annoy Yifan. He shook his head just to end the other person’s misery. Yifan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and smiled.
“Oh thank God. I don’t know what I’d do if I ended up doing something embarrassing in front of you.”
Why would you be embarrassed? Is it because you like me, Mr. Li?
Joonmyun bit his lip and ate a little more, trying to hide the blush creeping on his face.
It had been half a year since he moved in when Yifan decided to start moving out.
Most of his stuff was in boxes, all being transported to the truck parking downstairs. Joonmyun frowned at the boxes all over the hallway.
“When were you planning on telling me?” He wasn’t hurt, just a little… betrayed, perhaps? Joonmyun didn’t expect him to move out that fast. “Am I not your best friend here?” He added with a pout to hide the fact that he really was hurt.
Yifan smiled a big smile, despite the heaviness of Joonmyun’s mood. “I have to go back to China. I was going to tell you soon. And besides, I had something else planned for you.”
He took a step closer and pressed their lips together slowly. It was soft and sweet, a little too short in Joonmyun’s opinion, but it was everything their little relationship was for the past six months. Nothing huge or grand, just a simple relationship that was cute and flirty but still innocent in the day and confusing at night. Joonmyun would miss that; he would miss him.
“Goodbye, self-proclaimed best friend.” Yifan gave him a small salute before retreating back to his nearly empty apartment.
A week after Yifan moved out, Joonmyun found himself losing his mind.
“I just miss him. I miss his loud chuckles and his apparently not permanent death glare. I miss waking up with him eating in our kitchen and stealing our breakfast even though he was supposed to be on a diet. I miss his huge smile and his nice outfits and his hot face and body and every stupid little thing that I used to like about Kevin Li and now I love about Wu Yifan.
“I just really miss that creepy giant who moved in beside us and decided to ruin my life with his perfection.”
Joonmyun picked on the corners of the throw pillow of their couches. He was lying down on it, spread like a star while Jongdae listened to him vent out his frustrations.
“Will you let me ruin your life with my perfection again?”
Before he could even respond to the deep voice suddenly sounding out in his apartment again, a soft pair of lips covered his own from above him, like a Spiderman kiss. He heard the unmistakable sound of the “end call” button in Jongdae’s phone, and he knew exactly how Yifan got there.
Jongdae’s the best best friend ever.
Yifan pulled away and crawled above him, smiling widely like how Joonmyun described him. “Hey, aren’t you a little too small for this cou-“ Joonmyun’s complaints were drowned by Yifan’s lips kissing him again, and this time the kiss was deep and slow and it just took Joonmyun’s breath away.
“But seriously, isn’t this couch too small for you?”
A/N: okay the title is pretty much not related to the fic at all; i was just listening to lucky and then kris's "i think i'm a lucky guy" popped up out of nowhere and i was kind of left all hot and bothered so i repeated it a lot of times and wow okay his english is hot and he's hot and also a friendly reminder that i'm joonmyun biased but for some reason i'm just leadership biased now whoops sorry joonmyun but your husband is hot too
and if you didn't get it, "isn't this couch too small for you" is an invitation for them to BANG IN HIS BED but as i said in my intro blurb "i can't write smut to save my life" so that's the closest you can get to possible implied smut from me
and i wrote comedy AHAHAHA the fact that i even finished writing this is the comedy
okay that's enough goodbye now