◀小酒窩 ((hug version))▶
various drabbles featuring lay; with ratings from g to r; word count: ~50 to ~100 words each
◀((kiss version))▶
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"i'm sorry, yixing. i'm just... not that into you anymore."
luhan gently cups yixing's face and leans in to plant a soft kiss on the other's trembling lips. he walks away, and yixing sees the blurred silhouette of luhan embracing a blond man. luhan's form completely dissolves as his tears fall to the ground.
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yixing shifts from one foot to another as he stands in the doorway of minseok's room. clutching a pillow to his chest, he contemplates his thoughts again. just in that instant, a thunder strikes and yixing yelps. without a second thought, he dives under minseok's blanket, trembling slightly.
"shhh, don't be scared, yixing. i'm here," minseok whispers dreamily. he drapes an arm around yixing's torso and that is all that yixing needs at the moment as he buries his fingers in minseok's pajamas.
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yifan watches.
he watches as yixing empties another can of beer. he watches as yixing's flushed cheeks bloom to a deeper shade of pink. he watches as the color spreads to yixing's ears, his neck and down his chest.
yifan doesn't try to stop yixing as the younger reaches for his fourth beer can.
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"dance for me, jongdae," yixing keens as he holds jongdae's hips steady against his crotch. "show me that you can dance better than anyone else."
jongdae does and yixing's lips curl up as jongdae lets out a high-pitched cry, veins popping prettily on his slender neck as he obediently dances to yixing's choreography.
oh, jongdae is definitely the best vocalist around and yixing thinks maybe he can train him to be the best dancer too.
☂
yixing squirms as the stranger sitting beside him lolls his head carelessly. he clutches his briefcase, trying to become one with the bus window. the bus comes to a halt, and yixing freezes when he feels an extra weight on his shoulder.
to yixing's surprise, the boy snuggles closer to him, scrunching his face slightly when the musky scent of yixing's cologne drifts to his nose. yixing sighs.
maybe he should just let this huang zitao person -- as his nametag suggests -- get his nap because yixing thinks those eye bags do not fit on that beautiful face.
☂
yixing taps his foot absent-mindedly. his head sways slightly from side to side and he sees colors bursting in various hues, in all directions, mixing in harmony to form a miraculous tint. a faint rumble makes its way out of his throat and he hums a tune, fingers drumming his left thigh. yixing's lips quirk up.
'ah, this is going to be a good song,' he muses, and begins to strum the strings of his guitar.
☂
- hug version because lay + exo-m ヾ(*´∇`)ﾉ
- i just wanted to challenge myself to write drabbles within 100 word count because i really look up to authors that can do this sort of thing. ;;w;; welp i tried ///)O(\\\
♬ JJ Lin 「小酒窩」
◀((kiss version))▶
☂
"i'm sorry, yixing. i'm just... not that into you anymore."
luhan gently cups yixing's face and leans in to plant a soft kiss on the other's trembling lips. he walks away, and yixing sees the blurred silhouette of luhan embracing a blond man. luhan's form completely dissolves as his tears fall to the ground.
☂
yixing shifts from one foot to another as he stands in the doorway of minseok's room. clutching a pillow to his chest, he contemplates his thoughts again. just in that instant, a thunder strikes and yixing yelps. without a second thought, he dives under minseok's blanket, trembling slightly.
"shhh, don't be scared, yixing. i'm here," minseok whispers dreamily. he drapes an arm around yixing's torso and that is all that yixing needs at the moment as he buries his fingers in minseok's pajamas.
☂
yifan watches.
he watches as yixing empties another can of beer. he watches as yixing's flushed cheeks bloom to a deeper shade of pink. he watches as the color spreads to yixing's ears, his neck and down his chest.
yifan doesn't try to stop yixing as the younger reaches for his fourth beer can.
☂
"dance for me, jongdae," yixing keens as he holds jongdae's hips steady against his crotch. "show me that you can dance better than anyone else."
jongdae does and yixing's lips curl up as jongdae lets out a high-pitched cry, veins popping prettily on his slender neck as he obediently dances to yixing's choreography.
oh, jongdae is definitely the best vocalist around and yixing thinks maybe he can train him to be the best dancer too.
☂
yixing squirms as the stranger sitting beside him lolls his head carelessly. he clutches his briefcase, trying to become one with the bus window. the bus comes to a halt, and yixing freezes when he feels an extra weight on his shoulder.
to yixing's surprise, the boy snuggles closer to him, scrunching his face slightly when the musky scent of yixing's cologne drifts to his nose. yixing sighs.
maybe he should just let this huang zitao person -- as his nametag suggests -- get his nap because yixing thinks those eye bags do not fit on that beautiful face.
☂
yixing taps his foot absent-mindedly. his head sways slightly from side to side and he sees colors bursting in various hues, in all directions, mixing in harmony to form a miraculous tint. a faint rumble makes its way out of his throat and he hums a tune, fingers drumming his left thigh. yixing's lips quirk up.
'ah, this is going to be a good song,' he muses, and begins to strum the strings of his guitar.
☂
- hug version because lay + exo-m ヾ(*´∇`)ﾉ
- i just wanted to challenge myself to write drabbles within 100 word count because i really look up to authors that can do this sort of thing. ;;w;; welp i tried ///)O(\\\
♬ JJ Lin 「小酒窩」