from xx
for: yuilhan
Prompt: lay attempting various tactics to comfort/cheer up an unhappy chen ? ;U;
a/n: yeah this isn't exactly what your prompt was (I don't think anyway) =/ I know but I couldn't stop writing it. It started out so serious too, before Wednesday that is…srry @__@;;; And there is more Baekhyun in this. nvm I regret nothing then (◡‿◡✿)
I only revised this once so pls forgive any mistakes.
words: 5,402
genre & rating: this is pretty fluffy and pg.
Monday
This book always makes me smile.
-xx
Jongdae turns the index card around in his hands. There’s nothing on the other side but a crudely drawn smiley face. He turns it over again, back to the front, and just stares. The paper looks a bit smudged and, in the right light, Jongdae can see the semi-invisible, semi-permanent marks erasers never seem to be able to get rid of. He wonders how many times the message has been rewritten.
He looks around. No one is paying attention to him.
Jongdae pockets the card, careful not the bend the edges, and picks up the book. It’s a joke book, an old joke book. It’s worn, frayed and bent. There are deep creases all over the cover and the spine. Carefully flipping through it, he notices the slim little multicolored post-it bookmarks.
This one is really funny. One of them says.
This is kind of stupid. Says another.
I always read this when I fail a test.
Skip these! Just turn the page! So of course Jongdae doesn’t and smiles because the jokes on that page aren’t really that funny and yeah he probably should have listened.
He reads on the ride home. Some of the jokes are hilarious and he laughs out loud, immediately shutting up and hiding his face when the people around him give him strange looks. After that he snickers quietly to himself, a small smile on his lips. Some of them aren’t that good, but he reads them anyway just because.
After a while he just reads the post-its. They’re short and quick and make him smile.
My dog really likes this one
Idk why this is in here
I really like this one!
This is my favorite :D
He goes through each one of them, reads each sentence slowly and carefully. Every single one of them makes him feel that much better, makes the heaviness weighing in his chest that much lighter and so when he’s done, he flips back to the beginning and reads them all again.
***
Tuesday
This is not a daisy!!!
-xx
A cutout picture of a daisy is tapped to his desk. The message is written on the petals. Jongdae takes a moment to stare because yes it is. Or it’s a picture of one anyway and then he gets it. He smiles, peeling the paper off his desk and tucking it in between one of the pages of joke book.
This is not a lily!!!
It’s stuck in his math book and Jongdae doesn’t see it until class begins. He places it with the not-daisy.
This is not a rose!!!
He finds this one in the music room during break. It’s hidden under the keyboard and he would have missed it if he hadn’t been looking for the brightly colored cutout.
This is not another rose!!!
This one makes him laugh because yeah, he doesn’t really know the names of that many flowers either.
He checks under the table and the bench at lunch. It’s his usual spot and he just knows he’ll find on there. He’s right.
This is not a hydrangea!!!
“What are you doing?” Baekhyun asks with a raised eyebrow. Jongdae can hear the judgment in his voice. Sitting upright, Jongdae shows him the picture.
“This is not a hydrangea.” Baekhyun reads, “What?”
“I’ve been finding them everywhere.” He shows Baekhyun the others as well as the book.
“You have a secret admirer?!” Baekhyun practically screams and Jongdae almost dies of embarrassment. “Ohmygod do you think he’s cute?”
“I do not have a secret admirer.” He didn’t. He couldn’t. Those things only happen in movies and dramas. And who would like him? He isn’t popular or anything. He thinks he’s good-looking, but as Baekhyun often likes to point out, his looks are far from kingka1 status. “How do you even know it’s a guy?”
“Look at the handwriting. There’s no way it’s a girl.” Baekhyun says and Jongdae mentally appends a “duh” at the end.
“…right.” Jongdae mutters. The handwriting isn’t exactly the neatest but he’s seen girls with worse.
“Ohmygod, who do you think it is? Do you think he’s in our class? Or in our-OHMYGOD what if it’s Kim Kibum?” Baekhyun says peeking behind Jongdae to the popular kid’s table. Kim Kibum sits in the middle surrounded by the rest of his gang and his many, many admirers. Jongdae looks over, hoping that none of them has heard.
“Baekhyun, seriously, shut. Up.” But it’s too late. He’s got that crazed look in his eyes Jongdae has learned to fear (when it’s turned on him that is). The rest of lunch is spent analyzing what everything means. Jongdae tries hides behind his textbook when Baekhyun gets too excited and he can feel eyes on them.
“Hey,” Baekhyun grabs his arm when he’s about to leave. “Feeling better today?” He asks. His face arranged in that serious expression. It’s the first time all period that he’s been serious. Baekhyun’s hand smooths over Jongdae’s arm and it’s times like this that Jongdae remembers why they’re best friends. For all his jokes and teasing, Baekhyun, even though he’s not too good at showing it, cares. Jongdae laughs, smiles for his friend.
“Yeah,” he says, shrugging it off, “definitely better than last week.” It’s no big deal, he tells Baekhyun. He’s already over it, he tells Baek and it’s true-kind of true anyway, if he doesn’t count the moments at home, when he sees the pictures hanging on the walls or the sees her things strewn around the house. It’s gotten better. His mom has started to clean the place up, started to box up her possessions and putting them into storage.
It’s starting to get better.
“It’s good.” He says, “Really,” Jongdae emphasizes when Baek gives him a look, like he doesn’t exactly believe Jongdae but drops the topic anyway.
***
Wednesday
There is nothing on his desk or in his locker and Jongdae tries not to feel disappointed. After yesterday’s not-flowers he has come to expect things just randomly popping up. Yesterday, at the end of the day Jongdae had gone home with a bouquet of not-flowers, a couple of not-roses, not-lilies, not-daisies, a not-hydrangea and a not-camellia.
The night before he had flipped through the joke book, reading the jokes he hadn’t already. He had taped some of the not-flowers on his wall, on the corner where his bed sat and had gazed at them. He had read the messages again, his eyes tracing over each character, wondering who had written them. He wondered who had left them for him to find.
Truth be told, Jongdae likes the idea of a secret admirer. He likes the idea that someone out there thinks of him that way. Even if whoever it is doesn’t like him like him, it was kind of them to leave him those little gifts. They don’t know how much these things, however small and trivial, had brightened his day. It means a lot to Jongdae, especially after what he’s been through. The books, the flowers, they take his mind off of all the bad feelings welled up inside of him. It takes his mind off her and even if it’s only for a moment, he’s grateful.
It isn’t until after lunch, when he goes back into the classroom that he gets them. A little pouch rests on his desk. Under it is a light purple note card and Jongdae reads that first.
An after lunch snack! Enjoy.
I didn’t poison them^^
-xx
It’s Chocolate. Little dots and stars and bars of chocolate.
“He’s definitely got a crush on you.” Baekhyun says, turning a star shaped piece of chocolate in his hand. “I mean, who gives handmade chocolate to some they don’t like? It’s not even February-Ow!” Baekhyun throws a glare at Jongdae when Jongdae slaps his hand away from the pouch. Jongdae pulls the pouch closer so Baekhyun can’t reach. “Stingy.” Baekhyun rubs his hand and the pout on his lips might have worked on weaker men.
“It’s mine.” Jongdae sticks his tongue out, popping a piece into his mouth.
“Aishh, third grade was eight years ago Jongdae. It’s time to grow up.” Baek sits back in his chair, crossing his arms.
“Get your own secret admirer.” Jongdae shrugs, popping another piece into his mouth.
“Just give me yours.” Baek makes grabby hands at him and Jongdae giggles. “Who the hell gives out homemade chocolate anyway? Except girls-wait,” Baekhyun claps his hands together. “Aren’t guys supposed to give chocolate to girls on the first date?”
“How the hell would I know?” Jongdae isn’t a girl, nor, sadly, does he have any firsthand experience to confirm this.
“Well it’s not like I would know-”
“True.” Jongdae turns his head, hiding the smirk on his lips when Baekhyun turns to glare at him. He rolls his eyes and continues.
“But that’s not the point. You think he’s trying to ask you out on a date?”
“A d-d-d-” Jongdae stammers, his face growing warm.
“Yes, a date, Jongdae,” Baekhyun begins. “You know, that thing two people do when they like each other and want to spend some time out of the bedroom. I don’t really expect you to know since you’ve never had a boyfriend-”
“Oh, those things!” Jongdae claps his hands together. “I don’t know what I would do without you Baek, but refresh my memory, does everyone blow chunks on their date or is that just special loud mouthed cases like you-”
“Wow, you did not have to go there.” Baekhyun throws the nastiest look at him. Jongdae is unaffected and it disintegrates to a sullen pout. “And that doesn’t even count okay? It wasn’t even my fault.”
“Whatever you say Baek.” Jongdae shrugs, preoccupied with his candy. After a short pause in the conversation Baekhyun says:
“You gotta say yes.” And Jongdae is totally lost.
“Yes to what?” He swats Baek’s hand away when it gets too close to his chocolate.
“To the date!”
“What date?”
“The date he’s obviously trying to asking you one.” Baekhyun says in his why-the-fuck-am-I-even-explaining-this-to-you-its-so-obvious voice. If this bo-person-it is not confirmed that it is a boy. It could be a girl just as easily, though if it is a girl Jongdae will be more than slightly disappointed with this whole affair. He would still be grateful, but he couldn’t kiss-he couldn’t be happy-girls just didn’t do it for him.
He doesn’t want to lie. If Baekhyun was right and this whole thing is some weird form of courtship by some kind, sweet, hopefully ridiculously handsome boy, Jongdae would say yes in a heartbeat. However, there is a major flaw in Baekhyun’s hypothesis.
“I don’t even know the guy.”
“You will. It’s all part of the dating process. Getting to know each other and all that bulls-”
“I mean I don’t even know what he looks like. I don’t know what he sounds like.” He doesn’t know a lot about the guy, just that he likes jokes, bakes, likes to play hide ‘n seek with fake flowers and maybe, on some off chance, likes him. Jongdae doesn’t know what grade he is in, what he likes to do for fun, what classes he is taking, where he eats lunch, what color socks he wears, the basics. “Baek,” he grabs his best friend’s hand, looks him straight in the eyes “I don’t even know what he smells like.”
Baekhyun grabs his hands, returns his gaze and says “someone’s gotta have seen him.” He squeezes their hands together tightly and Jongdae is a little scared at the excitement in Baekhyun’s voice. Needless to say, when the second break of the day comes, their quest to find Jongdae’s secret admirer begins.
“He’s really good looking. I mean, really good looking.”
“He kind of talks weird.”
“He has the most amazing collarbones.”
“I think he’s a third year?”
“He always wears his pants kind low and his boxers show…let’s just say he looks really good in purple.”
“The guy with the brown hair right?”
“The one who’s always forgetting his things all over the classroom?”
“The person who’s always drawing flowers?”
“He’s like obsessed with them or something.”
“Nah man. It’s horses. He’s obsessed with horses. With the horn things. He’s always drawing them.”
Baekhyun and Jongdae ask around the school, mostly the third years and some second years when it becomes apparent that Jongdae’s secret admirer is in fact a third year. At the end of the day all they find out is that he-it’s been confirmed that it is in fact a boy-is a senior. He has brown hair (“That narrows it down” Baekhyun mutters, rolling his eyes) and likes flowers or horses with horns or something like that.
A majority of what they get is about his year, the fact that Korean is not his first language or how good looking he is and Jongdae’s pretends not to be too excited about this. He doesn’t know if this makes him shallow or what but he’s been curious about this guy since Monday afternoon so he doesn’t think too much about it.
It’s not until someone mentions baking (“All I know is that he’s like a master chef or something. He brought a bag of cookies one day…”) that Jongdae’s ears perk up and he’s ready to believe that this mystery person everyone they ask is describing is in fact the boy who has been leaving him little paper flowers to find. By then the only thing he wants is a name-as well as a face to put the name to but mystery boy never makes an appearance that day so Jongdae will be satisfied with a name.
And he gets it.
It’s Zhang Yixing.
It almost feels like getting two gifts that day. Jongdae ignores Baekhyun’s impish smirk and discrete-not-so-discrete glances his way. Jongdae chooses to selectively unhear all of his friend’s muffled snickers and stifled laughter when he might or might not have gasped when they finally get the name. His smile is maybe a little too big but Jongdae finds that he just doesn’t care.
***
Thursday
It’s Thursday and there’s nothing yet. He wonders if it’s going to be like yesterday, going through half the day without getting anything from Zhang Yixing.
Zhang Yixing.
Yixing Zhang.
Yixing.
Yixing. The name repeats itself over and over in his mind and in his notebook first in Korean with different spellings and fonts and sizes and then in English. Individual letters are carefully outlined on paper in all caps and again in lowercase. There’s one with a heart around it and Jongdae scribbles it out when he realizes just what he’s doing.
No, he tells himself, just no. He doesn’t even know the guy. Doesn’t know what he looks like or what his personality is like, only knows him through these random little gifts and Jongdae is not going to fall in love with a boy he’s never met before or didn’t know even existed four days ago. He’s not. He’s not. He’s just not.
It’s after Phys. Ed. Jongdae walks into the classroom freshly showered, his hair is matted to his forehead. He’s still in his sweats; refuses to put on his uniform while he’s still dripping and damp. The card sits on his desk, partially hidden under his literature book. The bear catches his eye and he slips the card into his hand.
It’s bear shaped card with a red heart in his arms.
The Twister goes super fast!
-xx
Two tickets to Lunaland. It’s not that they’re super expensive but they’re not cheap either, but that’s entirely not the point. The point, Jongdae thinks with a blush, is that Lunaland is infamous for being a couple’s amusement park. It’s the kind of place young couples take their first date at and older couples go to hangout. There are rides and games and all kinds of events to keep them excited and sure it’s not only for couples but going there alone is not the best of ideas, especially if you’re particularly partial to jealousy or envy or really spite of any kind. Jongdae thumbs the tickets in his hands, not really knowing what to think.
No. No. No. He repeats over his mind, he not. He’s not. He’s so totally not.
But he totally is. Who is he even kidding? He already has. He’s fallen and fallen pretty fucking hard.
He doesn’t know how to feel about today’s gift. Tickets. Two of them. To fucking Lunaland. Does this mean Yixing doesn’t want to go with him? That he doesn’t, in fact, actually like like Jongdae? But then what about the chocolate? What about the flowers and the book?
He thuds his head down on his desk, groans. All of this makes his head hurt. It’s too confusing, too frustrating, makes his head spin and all he wants to do is make it stop.
Jongdae likes Yixing. He admits it and it scares him but what scares him even more is if Yixing doesn’t like him back. The thought makes his stomach churn and all he can think of in that moment is that there is no way he’s telling Baekhyun about this. Not today anyway, but of course Baekhyun finds out anyway. He corners Jongdae in the classroom after classes end.
“Lunaland?” He practically shouts and Jongdae has to shush him. He grabs the card out of Jongdae’s hand, examines the tickets and almost squeals. Jongdae’s just glad that there’s no one in the room to hear them. “LUNALAND” He repeats, this time louder. “Do you know what this means? He totally wan-wait” Baekhyun freezes. “There are two. Why are there two? Jongdae why are there two?” Baekhyun’s hands are on his shoulders, shaking him.
“I don’t know, Baek. I don’t know.”
“wtf?” Baekhyun holds the tickets to the light, “double-u-teeeeeee-eeefffff?” He squints at the two slips of paper. “We have to find him.” He says quietly after a long pause.
“What?” Jongdae throws him a questioning look.
“We have to find him. Jongdae,” Baekhyun meets his gaze. “You’re going to Lunaland with him. I don’t know if he’s got another one or what but one way or another you’re going.”
“Baek-”
“Don’t even try to back out of this.” Baekhyun puts his hand on his hips and Jongdae knows he means business. “You’re going to Lunaland.” He reiterates and Jongdae groans, banging his head on the desk.
***
Friday
In between classes Baekhyun drags Jongdae through the halls, from room to room, looking for the elusive Zhang Yixing. They try all the third year classrooms first, and then the gym, the field, the cafeteria, vending machines on the first floor and then back to the third year classroom again but they seem to always miss the guy. It’s always by a couple minutes. ‘If they had only been here three minutes ago’ that kind of thing and it irritates Baekhyun to no end.
“What the fuck?” Baekhyun fists the wall. He lets out an exasperated sign. Jongdae hands him a can of soda. It’s afternoon, during the third break and they still haven’t found him yet. If it wasn’t for the obvious, Jongdae would have doubted Yixing even went to the same school.
“Baek-” He starts but isn’t allowed to finish. Baekhyun holds out his hand to quiet him.
“Jongdae don’t even start. We’ll find him.” He turns to look out the window. “We will.” He mutters under his breathe. Jongdae almost doesn’t hear him.
“Baek” He starts, “maybe we should just give up. I mean it’s not even that big of a deal if we don’t find him.”
“Jongdae, stop.”
“Baekhyun, seriously, it’s getting late-”
“No Jongdae-”
“We’ve been looking for hours. If we haven’t found him already-”
“No-”
“But Baekyhun!” His voice is loud and he has to stop himself. He’s almost glaring, has to look away for a moment to calm himself. Why is Baekhyun being so difficult? They’ve been at it since before classes even started. Jongdae is tried, and frustrated and all he really wants to do is go back to class and rest.
“Look.” Baekhyun snaps, and then stops himself. His face softens, his voice softening. “I see it okay? I see what he does to you. You’re…you’re not-” he breaks his gaze. He didn’t do this often. They didn’t have these little heart-to-hearts often-rarely at all actually. They were more comfortable with teasing and making fun of each other, not talking about their feelings like a couple of girls.
“You’re better these days.” Baekhyun tries. “You’re…you’re happier.” He says, his voice strengthening as he finds the confidence to speak. Jongdae, no matter how annoying he can get, is his best friend and he can do this. He can totally do this without his voice cracking.
“I know how hard it is for you with the funeral and all. I know you miss your grandmother and you were really depressed for a long time. For the last couple weeks you’ve been looking so fucking horrible and I hate seeing you like this.” He takes Jongdae’s hands in his, squeezes them, “These gifts, the flowers, the chocolate…I see that dopey smile you get when you think about this guy and I just…I just want to see you happy okay?” He smiles, embarrassed at the words coming out of his mouth. The tips of his ears and cheeks are tinted red.
“Baek.” Jongdae blinks, stunned. There’s a pause where he doesn’t know what to say, what he should say, before he’s mirroring Baekhyun’s smile. He pulls his friend into a tight hug, “Thanks,” he mutters and Baekhyun nods quietly.
“We’ll find him” he reiterates “and you’re going to Lunaland if it’s the last thing I do.” Jongdae nods in agreement. He pulls back from the hug.
“We can always check the third year classrooms again.”
“Yeah” Baekhyun signs, taking a sip from his drink. “Maybe we should swing by the front office. I think I can get Chanyeol to let us go through the student records.” He says and Jongdae giggles.
“Poor kid. You shouldn’t use him like that. I still don’t even how you conned him into liking you.”
Baekhyun lightly slaps his shoulder. “Please. Unlike some people, he knows a catch when he sees one.”
“A catch?” Jongdae looks his friend up and down and raises a skeptical eyebrow. Baekhyun hits him again and they both break out into laughter.
“Yixing are you even paying attention?”
The two boys immediately quiet down when they hear the name. Their ears perk up. Jongdae looks to Baekhyun who has the same horrible mixture of alarm, shocked and disbelief on his face. The voices are moving and the two boys quickly follow it. They round the corner and they see a group of boys. By slight the deviations in their uniforms Jongdae knows they’re third years which means that Yixing is among them-probably-maybe-hopefully...
They’re moving fast and Baekhyun doesn’t think they can catch up to them so he does the only thing he can think of.
“Yixing sunbaenim! Wait!” He calls and the group pauses momentarily, looking around for the source of the call. Baekhyun pushes Jongdae forward and then quickly ducks behind the wall so no one sees his. “Go.” He hisses and Jongdae does but not without squeaking out an unintelligible response and throwing Baekhyun a look that shows just how much he appreciates being thrown into the lion’s den without warning and by his best friend no less.
When Jongdae catches up with the group, the encounter doesn’t go quiet as planned. The one he presumes to be Yixing steps forward and his group steps back a couple meters, turning into curious onlookers. They give the two boys space but they’re still clearly in hearing distance. It only adds to the pressure and embarrassment of it all. Jongdae’s mind goes blank and he has no idea what to do or what to say. He sputters, tongue tied and he gets so frustrated with himself. He practiced damn it! (Baekhyun had made him last night when he invited himself over to Jongdae’s house.) But all that comes out is “umm” and “ahh”.
“Hi…?” He finally manages to squeak out.
“Hi.” The other boy returns the greeting, a curious smile on his lips.
“You’re…you’re Yixing right? Well-yeah duh of course you are. You wouldn’t have stopped unless you weren’t…unless you aren’t…” oh my god shut up shut up shut up, he tells himself. Yixing nods.
“And you’re Jongdae.” He says slowly, amused and Jongdae can’t blame him.
“Umm…” Jongdae begins, but he really doesn’t know what to say next so he just wings it. “I-I just wanted to say thank you for the book, and the flowers and the tickets and the chocolates…they were really good. And the book was really funny and I really liked your notes and the flowers…they were really...really...they were really thoughtful.” He is rambling again. He’s speaking a mile a minute and Yixing looks like he’s having trouble understanding what he’s saying. “It meant a lot to me so thank you. A lot. So…yeah” He fiddles with his fingers.
“Oh,” Yixing says after a pause. “You’re welcome.” His smile is board, sweet and Jongdae’s eyes go right to the dimple on his right cheek. He hadn’t expected that. Or expected the way it makes his stomach do flips.
This is Yixing, Jongdae thinks. This is the guy who’s been leaving little gifts for him, the guy that’s been on Jongdae’s mind since Monday, making Jongdae unable to think about anything else. This was the boy who made Jongdae feel silly for liking him because he hadn’t known who he was. Two days ago, Jongdae hadn’t known his name, five minutes ago, hadn’t known his face.
Before Wednesday, Jongdae hadn’t really thought about what Yixing looked like. Warm laughter, the feint scent of freshly cut flowers, a gentle smile that made his eyes look like little crescents that made Jongdae’s heart beat and tinted his cheeks-that was what came to mind when Jongdae had thought about the other boy. There has never really been a clear picture of Yixing in his head, but, gazing at the boy in front of him, Jongdae doesn’t think he was wrong about Yixing.
He takes a moment to take it all in. They are around the same height, though Yixing is taller by a few centimeters. His brown bangs fall right above his eyes, casting a shadow above his eyes; the corners of his lips are upturned and Jongdae can’t get over the tiny indent in his cheek that forms when he smiles. The third years were right, Yixing is handsome. Jongdae tries his best to not stare but of course he fails. There is an awkward silence, in which Jongdae stares and stares and stares. He doesn’t know what to say, the hem of his shirt crinkling in between his fingers.
“Yixing are you coming?” One of the Yixing’s friends, the blonde one-wasn’t that against the school rules?-calls and when Yixing turns, Jongdae panics.
“And…uh.” Jongdae starts, fishing through his pockets and pulling out the tickets. Yixing waits. “Um…are you busy on Sunday? I have two tickets to Lunaland-”
“Oohhhhhhh” The small crowd behind Yixing coos and Jongdae flushes.
“Ignore them. They’re idiots.” Yixing says (“Hey” the blonde one calls out). Jongdae takes a breath and continues.
“I have two tickets to Lunaland and I don’t have anyone to go with…” He tries again.
“Are you sure?” Yixing said, a smile dancing on his lips, “I’m not Kim Kibum.”
“Oh god, you heard that?” Jongdae wants to hide. “That was all Baekhyun. I swear he has the biggest crush on Kibum,” (“Hey” Baekhyun hisses.) His ears redden and he looks away, unable to meet Yixing’s eyes. “But, you’re so much better.” The crowd coos again and Jongdae is mortified both at their reaction and at the words that are coming out of his mouth. He hears Yixing laugh and it makes it all the worse. “I-I mean-”
“Okay.” The word throws Jongdae off.
“What?”
“I said,” Yixing moves closer, “I’ll go.”
“Great! It’s a date-I mean not a date-” Jongdae stops because Yixing is right there, effectively shutting him up. Pulling a ticket out of Jongdae’s hands, he says:
“It’s a date then.” He waves the ticket in the air.
“Okay.” It comes out quiet and for a moment Jongdae doesn’t recognize his own voice.
“See you Sunday.”
“See you…” He says dumbly, watches as Yixing returns to his rowdy bunch of friends. He almost can’t believe it. Arms wrap around him and he jumps and then realizes it’s Baekhyun.
“You did it.” He’s squealing, jumping up and down, shaking Jongdae. Jongdae doesn’t mind, still stunned about actually having a date.
***
Saturday (+1)
“Why did you leave me these?” Jongdae asks, stretching out on the grass. He points to the book and the flower cut outs, the ones he hasn’t tapped to his wall and uses as bookmarks. Yixing sits beside him, plucking blades of grass. Jongdae has asked Yixing to eat lunch with him and they had picked a spot outside in the field behind the school.
“It looked like you were having a really bad week last week.” Yixing shrugs. Jongdae turns to look at the older boy, nods slowly. He hadn’t thought anyone other than Baekhyun had noticed.
“I get the joke book, but why the other stuff? Like the chocolate.”
“On Tuesday I helped my sister make chocolate for her cooking class.” Yixing shrugs, “We just made extra. I thought you would like them. Come here.” Jongdae crawls over, sitting on his knees.
“And the tickets?” His says quietly, the start of a blush creeping up his neck when Yixing leans closer. He tilts his head slightly, letting Yixing run his finger through his hair, brushing stray strands from his face.
“My dad gets them for free.” Yixing mutters. His eyebrows furrow and Jongdae wants to press his index finger to them and smooth them out.
“And the flowers?” He asks and watches as Yixing’s lips curl into a small smile.
“They weren’t flowers.”
“Okay, the not-flowers.”
“Real flowers have to be exchanged in person.” Yixing explains, weaving the little buttercup bracelet around Jongdae’s wrist. His hands are smooth, his fingers quick and Jongdae watches them. The bell rings and he stands up. Brushing himself off he says quietly, “Especially with someone you like.”
For a moment Jongdae just stares, watches Yixing’s retreating back. He wants to call out, to say something but his mind has gone blank. His mouth is too dry for words to even form.
“Coming?” Yixing asks, turning back. Unable to speak, Jongdae nods, scrambles to his feet. He half jogs to catch up and Yixing waits.
It’s not until he’s back in the classroom that Jongdae realizes what Yixing has done. He’s lost in his own world and doesn’t hear the giggles, doesn’t see the weird looks and sideways glances. It’s the teacher who brings him back to reality. Jongdae sputters when she asks why he has flowers tangled in his hair. He blushes harder when she asks if he’s not feeling well or needs to go to the nurse’s office. He stutters out a reply-no he’s not sick, yes he’s feeling okay, yes he’ll stop disturbing class now-and shrinks back into his seat for the rest of class.
He shakes the flowers out of his hair and stashes the bracelet in his pocket, careful not to flatten it. He doesn’t pay attention to the lecture-can’t pay attention. He can still feel Yixing, feel where Yixing’s hands had been, where Yixing’s fingers threading through his hair. They had been so close and Jongdae had felt Yixing’s breath on his cheeks. He had caught his sent-still has the taste of it on his tongue and it’s incredibly selfish but Jongdae hopes Yixing keeps giving him gifts. There’s really only one thing he wants, but he’s sure Yixing will figure it out if he hasn’t already. He’s sure more than half his class already has.
1. Kingka - it's like the most popular boy in school (the male ver. of queenka)
Adorable fanart of chenlay that Moni drew. This is so cute! Thanks (づ￣ ³￣)づ