[exo] take my hand ( leave the rest behind )
|| joonmyun x sehun, sehun x yixing, various minor pairings | pg | friendship, humor ||
warning: #HowToGrammar // disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended whatsoever.
summary: sehun is the new kid, joonmyun is the one in charge, and yixing is in the middle of everything.
a/n: please enjoy \o/
**
take my hand ( leave the rest behind ) ;;
“Hyung.”
“Hmm?”
“Hyung, can I ask you a question?”
Joonmyun turns a page in his calculus textbook and mutters, “You just did. But go ahead Sehun, ask another one.”
“Who is that?”
“Who is who?” the older boy frowns at the book.
Sehun rolls his eyes and tugs the thick dog-eared book from beneath Joonmyun’s hands. “Yah! You give that back this instance. I have a test tomorrow.”
Closing the book with a loud thud that echoed across the study hall, Sehun narrows his eyes and leans closer to the elder. “I’m keeping it hostage until you give me the information that I require. Only then will you get your book back.”
“I swear to god, Oh Sehun -” Joonmyun starts to say. Then catching sight of the ‘I mean business’ look on the younger boy’s face, he breathes out a heavy sigh. “Okay fine. What, Sehun, what? What do you want?”
Joonmyun ponders for the nth time if he’s too nice for his own good. He decides that he probably is.
A huge smile appears on Sehun’s face and he jabs a finger somewhere to Joonmyun’s right. “That,” he says, “I need to know who that hot piece of ass is.”
Joonmyun looks at him - scandalized expression on his face, and slaps the hand away. “Haven’t you been told it’s rude to point?” he hisses. “And watch your language.”
“Yes yes mother dearest,” the younger boy scoffs. “Now tell me who that fine specimen is before I combust in curiosity.”
“Oh please do. That way you -”
“Your book with your precious one-of-a-kind notes is still with me, hyung.”
Joonmyun really wants to shed his image for once and smack the smirk off Sehun’s smug little face. He ultimately settles for a glare in the younger’s direction before squinting at where Sehun had earlier (so rudely) pointed to.
“Isn’t that Zhang Yixing?”
“And you’re seriously asking me that,” Sehun deadpans with his trademark blank look. “Really hyung, really?”
Joonmyun really wants to smack hm.
“Shush brat. I -” The might be Zhang Yixing person turns his head slightly to converse with his seat mate, giving the two boys a clear view of his side profile. “Yep that’s him alright,” Joonmyun announces. “Zhang Yixing.”
“Yixing,” Sehun sounds out the name and internally marvels at how the foreign syllables roll off his tongue. “Chinese?”
Joonmyun looks at him funnily and says with a straight face. “No, he’s Indian. Can I have my book back now?”
“Don’t be such a prick, hyung. So tell me, what are his stats?”
Joonmyun stares at him - right eyebrow twitching for a full minute, then -
“I give up,” the older boy throws his hands up in resignation and slumps back into his seat. “Zhang Yixing, Chinese fifth year performance arts student, specializing in dance, an all-round nice guy, best friends with Luhan.”
He raises an eyebrow at Sehun. “Anything else?”
Sehun raises a finger - indicating a quick second. Joonmyun sighs and takes a sip of water from his bottle.
“Is he seeing anyone right now?” Sehun asks.
Joonmyun caps the bottle, swallows, and smacks his lips. “You want to get into his pants, don’t you? Or him into yours?” he turns to look at the younger boy. “Don’t deny it, young one. You have that look in your eyes. The one that speaks of how you’ve found your new prey.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sehun says calmly - neither confirming nor denying Joonmyun’s words.
The elder sends him a pointed look. “Well you can save it, Sehun. Yixing isn’t available. He never is,” he says and mutters under his breath, “that attractive bastard.”
Sehun’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. Did he just hear Kim Joonmyun swear? Miracles do exist after all it seems.
He leans back in his seat and crosses his arms. “And how would you know? Do you even know the guy personally?”
Joonmyun looks up from playing with the hem of his shirt and voices out softly with a slight shrug.
“We dated before so..yes. I do know him on a personal level.”
Sehun jerks up and splutters. “You went out with him?! When?” he demands to know- eyes widening comically. “How?!”
“Last summer, way before you transferred here. I’m not surprised you don’t know because old news and all that jazz,” Joonmyun replies with a flippant wave of his hand.
“But wait. What do you mean how,” he frowns and pokes Sehun in the chest. “I am highly offended right now. I’ll have you know that I’m a perfectly dateable guy okay.”
“Yeah, Jongdae hyung tells me every single chance he gets. It’s fucking annoying. Get him to stop, will you? But anyways, you two?” Sehun looks at Yixing then at Joonmyun, “Sorry, I just don’t see it.”
Joonmyun huffs, irritated and annoyed. “Let's just ask the man himself shall we?” he says, and before Sehun can say anything, he clears his throat and calls out.
“Yixing, over here.”
-
Yixing looks up from his music theory homework when he hears his name being called out. Turning his head around, he spots the student council president waving at him, and breaks out into a wide smile. He holds up a forefinger - the universal sign for ‘give me one minute’.
Tugging the purple ear piece out of his right ear, he places it on the table and tilts his head towards his seatmate - blowing a short gust of air onto the skin of the latter’s neck.
Luhan yelps in surprise and turns to him, plucking the bud out of his left ear. “What do you want?”
Yixing simply grins impishly at him - dimple winking and eyes twinkling with mischief, reaching over to ruffle his best friend’s hair.
“Aww..our Xiao Lu is so cute,” he coos, making googly eyes at the boy.
Luhan rolls his eyes and returns to the paper in front him - muttering under his breath, “Go see what President Kim wants. He and that scrawny nameless kid have been looking at you for the past five minutes.”
“Have they?” Yixing asks in slight surprise. “I haven’t noticed?’
“That’s because you’re hopelessly airheaded and unaware of your surroundings, stupid.”
“You still love me though.”
Luhan’s lips stretches into a small smile. “No, I don’t.”
Yixing lets out a soft laugh and pushes back his chair. “Keep lying to yourself, Luhan.” He gets to his feet and starts walking in the direction of Joonmyun and Mr. Scrawny kid.
“Try not to miss me too much,” he says over his shoulder - laughter in his voice.
Luhan shakes his head and picks up his pen, the ghost of a smile blossoming into a full-fledged one.
-
Sehun stares at the sight before him with an open mouth. Yixing had his arms tightly around Joonmyun and was smiling oh-so-happily. His palpitating heart might have melted a little at see the older boy up-close and personal.
He’s gorgeous, Sehun thinks in a daze, absolutely beautiful.
Yixing lets go of Joonmyun and beams at the latter. Sehun swears he sees sunbeams shooting out from his lovely face. And straight into his heart.
“Oh my god, Joonmyun hyung, how long has it been?” Yixing laughs, corners of his eyes crinkling in delight. “How have you been?”
Sehun wants to poke that dancing dimple.
Joonmyun smiles. “I’ve been pretty good. Busy with council duties and the upcoming exams. But overall still alright. It’s good to see you again, what have you been up to? I almost couldn’t recognize you with your new hair.”
“Yes well, Xiao Lu figured that my lavender would go nicely with his pink. You remember how persuasive he can get right?” Yixing chuckles. “Oh you know me. Dance, dance, and more dance. What can I say, I’m a dedicated man,” he grins and turns to the still seated boy. “But who’s your friend?”
Sehun parts his lips and gets ready to introduce himself by darting his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, when -
“That’s just Sehun, newly transferred third year and by far the brattiest brat I ever had the misfortune of knowing.”
Sehun makes a face at Joonmyun and stands up. “Hi,” he grins at Yixing. “I’m Sehun, super-nice guy extraordinaire. Nice to meet you, hyung.”
“Please, call me Yixing. No honorofics for me thanks,” Yixing says and turns to Joonmyun. “I’m quite sure he isn’t as bad as you claim he is, hyung. You’re exaggerating.”
“Yeah?” Joonmyun raises a brow. “You try hanging out with him then. Pretty sure you couldn’t last one day.”
Yixing smirks softly. “Want to bet?” he asks. “I’ll have him wrapped around my pinky finer in no time, no sweat.”
“Oh please do.”
Turning his head to face the youngest, Yixing breaks out into peals of laughter. “I like you already, Sehun. What department are you in?”
Sehun tries not to squeal like a teenage girl. “Er..mathematics. Like mommy Joonmyun.”
“Oh we have a smart one here,” Yixing pats Sehun’s right cheek fondly. “Shame though, I have a feeling you’d make a good dancer,” he smiles gently.
Turning to the eldest, he asks, “Hyung, has Sehun met Jongdae yet? Don’t you think they’ll be great friends? What with all the adorable snark and all.”
Sehun cuts in. “Wait. You know Jongdae hyung too?”
“Of course. If it wasn’t for me, Jongdae wouldn’t be with hyung today,” Yixing replies with a soft nudge to the older boy’s forearm.
Sehun frowns. “Wait what?”
“Joonmyun hyung and I dated before. Didn’t he tell you?”
“He did. I didn’t believe him.”
“Told you he was a brat,” Joonmyun says with a sigh and a weary shake of the head.
Yixing laughs lightly. “Well it’s true. We did go out for a few months. And those were a good few months if I do say so.”
“Why did you break up then?”
“Well, I found out that Jongdae had a crush on hyung since forever. So I let him go,” Yixing says with a shrug and a slight smile.
“Just like that?” Sehun asks with a frown. “Just because Jongdae hyung likes him?”
Yixing shrugs again. “Jongdae is a very dear dongsaeng to me. I don’t have the heart to fight with him.”
“All-round nice guy,” Joonmyun interjects softly from his seat and unscrews the cap of his bottle.
“It also helps that hyung here had wanted to get into Jongdae’s pants before we got together,” Yixing says with a wink.
Joonmun chokes on his water and goes an interesting shade of lobster. He fumbles with the bottle cap and hurriedly says, “Enough about me. How about you and that freakishly tall dude? Yifan, was it?”
“Found out yesterday he’s been sleeping around with Yeollie and Baek. So I dumped his sorry ass," Yixing scowls.
Sehun perks up. “So you’re available?”
“Well…”
Yixing gets cut off when a pink-haired boy flings himself at him and pouts. “What’s taking so long, Xing?”
“Why? Missed me too much? I told you that you’ll eventually succumb to my irresistible charms and admit you love me, Luhan.” Yixing smirks.
Luhan leans forward and places a kiss on Yixing’s lips. “Yes fine, I admit. Can we leave now?”
Yixing smiles affectionately. Sehun’s eyes bulge out of his sockets. He bends down and whispers furiously to Joonmyun. “I thought you said they were best friends?”
Joonmyun shrugs. “Best friends with the occasional sexual tension?” he looks down at his buzzing phone. “Now excuse me, I’m going out to take this call from Jongdae.”
-
Luhan looks at Joonmyun walk out of the study halls. He shakes his head internally - he’d never understand what his best friend saw in the guy.
He clings to Yixing’s arm and nuzzles the latter’s neck, grinning when Yixing squirms.
“Sehun, this is Luhan, my best friend. And Luhan, Sehun’s a newly transferred third year,” Yixing introduces.
"Good to meet - "
“You let your best friend kiss you on the lips?” Sehun asks drily.
Luhan narrows his eyes and slides his arm to Yixing’s waist - pulling the boy closer. “Got a problem with that, infant?”
Yixing turns to face him. “Woah, down boy.”
Luhan is about to say something when another young man joins them.
Jongin tosses his bag to the floor and slumps down on Sehun’s empty chair. Reaching up, he fist -bumps the boy’s arm and drawls out, “Hey Sehun.”
He turns to grin lazily at Yixing. “Hey there, beautiful.” He notices the boy next to Yixing. “Oh hi Lu- “ his grin slides off when he sees the arm around the purple-haired male.
Without another word, he gets off the chair and forcefully pries Luhan’s hand away. He brings the bewildered boy closer to him by throwing an arm around his shoulders and proceeds to glare at Luhan.
"Jongin?"
“Get your filthy hands off him, you imbecile,” Luhan spits out venomously.
“Make me,” Jongin snarls - features twisting in annoyance.
“Yixing, tell him to -“
“Hyung, he’s - “
Yixing throws Jongin’s arm off him with a frown and says quietly, “Okay look. I don’t know what the fuck happened to the both of you, but you’re giving me a migraine right now so I’m going to step out for some fresh air. And don’t you dare follow me, I’ll scream at you if you do. I swear I will, don’t try me.”
Without another word, he reaches for Sehun’s hand and tugs the silent boy out the exit.
-
When Joonmyun slides back into his seat, he looks at the two rigidly standing boys. Luhan had clenched fists and tightly gritted teeth. Jongin had his eyes closed - apparently focusing on breathing, vein throbbing in his neck.
“What’s up?” he asks slowly.
“Oh Sehun is so fucking dead.”
“I am going to murder him.”
Joonmyun sighs softly. Why did Jongdae’s butt have to flare up with an infection when he needs sex to take his mind off things?
***
- yeah i dont really know what happened so /rolls away
- i find the mental image of luhan and jongin fighting over yixing strangely appealing? idk ;A;
- please comment thank you very much :D
- and try to refrain from asking for a follow-up, i have enough on my to-write list.
also! come say hello on twitter and/or ask.fm ♥
warning: #HowToGrammar // disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended whatsoever.
summary: sehun is the new kid, joonmyun is the one in charge, and yixing is in the middle of everything.
a/n: please enjoy \o/
**
take my hand ( leave the rest behind ) ;;
“Hyung.”
“Hmm?”
“Hyung, can I ask you a question?”
Joonmyun turns a page in his calculus textbook and mutters, “You just did. But go ahead Sehun, ask another one.”
“Who is that?”
“Who is who?” the older boy frowns at the book.
Sehun rolls his eyes and tugs the thick dog-eared book from beneath Joonmyun’s hands. “Yah! You give that back this instance. I have a test tomorrow.”
Closing the book with a loud thud that echoed across the study hall, Sehun narrows his eyes and leans closer to the elder. “I’m keeping it hostage until you give me the information that I require. Only then will you get your book back.”
“I swear to god, Oh Sehun -” Joonmyun starts to say. Then catching sight of the ‘I mean business’ look on the younger boy’s face, he breathes out a heavy sigh. “Okay fine. What, Sehun, what? What do you want?”
Joonmyun ponders for the nth time if he’s too nice for his own good. He decides that he probably is.
A huge smile appears on Sehun’s face and he jabs a finger somewhere to Joonmyun’s right. “That,” he says, “I need to know who that hot piece of ass is.”
Joonmyun looks at him - scandalized expression on his face, and slaps the hand away. “Haven’t you been told it’s rude to point?” he hisses. “And watch your language.”
“Yes yes mother dearest,” the younger boy scoffs. “Now tell me who that fine specimen is before I combust in curiosity.”
“Oh please do. That way you -”
“Your book with your precious one-of-a-kind notes is still with me, hyung.”
Joonmyun really wants to shed his image for once and smack the smirk off Sehun’s smug little face. He ultimately settles for a glare in the younger’s direction before squinting at where Sehun had earlier (so rudely) pointed to.
“Isn’t that Zhang Yixing?”
“And you’re seriously asking me that,” Sehun deadpans with his trademark blank look. “Really hyung, really?”
Joonmyun really wants to smack hm.
“Shush brat. I -” The might be Zhang Yixing person turns his head slightly to converse with his seat mate, giving the two boys a clear view of his side profile. “Yep that’s him alright,” Joonmyun announces. “Zhang Yixing.”
“Yixing,” Sehun sounds out the name and internally marvels at how the foreign syllables roll off his tongue. “Chinese?”
Joonmyun looks at him funnily and says with a straight face. “No, he’s Indian. Can I have my book back now?”
“Don’t be such a prick, hyung. So tell me, what are his stats?”
Joonmyun stares at him - right eyebrow twitching for a full minute, then -
“I give up,” the older boy throws his hands up in resignation and slumps back into his seat. “Zhang Yixing, Chinese fifth year performance arts student, specializing in dance, an all-round nice guy, best friends with Luhan.”
He raises an eyebrow at Sehun. “Anything else?”
Sehun raises a finger - indicating a quick second. Joonmyun sighs and takes a sip of water from his bottle.
“Is he seeing anyone right now?” Sehun asks.
Joonmyun caps the bottle, swallows, and smacks his lips. “You want to get into his pants, don’t you? Or him into yours?” he turns to look at the younger boy. “Don’t deny it, young one. You have that look in your eyes. The one that speaks of how you’ve found your new prey.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sehun says calmly - neither confirming nor denying Joonmyun’s words.
The elder sends him a pointed look. “Well you can save it, Sehun. Yixing isn’t available. He never is,” he says and mutters under his breath, “that attractive bastard.”
Sehun’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. Did he just hear Kim Joonmyun swear? Miracles do exist after all it seems.
He leans back in his seat and crosses his arms. “And how would you know? Do you even know the guy personally?”
Joonmyun looks up from playing with the hem of his shirt and voices out softly with a slight shrug.
“We dated before so..yes. I do know him on a personal level.”
Sehun jerks up and splutters. “You went out with him?! When?” he demands to know- eyes widening comically. “How?!”
“Last summer, way before you transferred here. I’m not surprised you don’t know because old news and all that jazz,” Joonmyun replies with a flippant wave of his hand.
“But wait. What do you mean how,” he frowns and pokes Sehun in the chest. “I am highly offended right now. I’ll have you know that I’m a perfectly dateable guy okay.”
“Yeah, Jongdae hyung tells me every single chance he gets. It’s fucking annoying. Get him to stop, will you? But anyways, you two?” Sehun looks at Yixing then at Joonmyun, “Sorry, I just don’t see it.”
Joonmyun huffs, irritated and annoyed. “Let's just ask the man himself shall we?” he says, and before Sehun can say anything, he clears his throat and calls out.
“Yixing, over here.”
-
Yixing looks up from his music theory homework when he hears his name being called out. Turning his head around, he spots the student council president waving at him, and breaks out into a wide smile. He holds up a forefinger - the universal sign for ‘give me one minute’.
Tugging the purple ear piece out of his right ear, he places it on the table and tilts his head towards his seatmate - blowing a short gust of air onto the skin of the latter’s neck.
Luhan yelps in surprise and turns to him, plucking the bud out of his left ear. “What do you want?”
Yixing simply grins impishly at him - dimple winking and eyes twinkling with mischief, reaching over to ruffle his best friend’s hair.
“Aww..our Xiao Lu is so cute,” he coos, making googly eyes at the boy.
Luhan rolls his eyes and returns to the paper in front him - muttering under his breath, “Go see what President Kim wants. He and that scrawny nameless kid have been looking at you for the past five minutes.”
“Have they?” Yixing asks in slight surprise. “I haven’t noticed?’
“That’s because you’re hopelessly airheaded and unaware of your surroundings, stupid.”
“You still love me though.”
Luhan’s lips stretches into a small smile. “No, I don’t.”
Yixing lets out a soft laugh and pushes back his chair. “Keep lying to yourself, Luhan.” He gets to his feet and starts walking in the direction of Joonmyun and Mr. Scrawny kid.
“Try not to miss me too much,” he says over his shoulder - laughter in his voice.
Luhan shakes his head and picks up his pen, the ghost of a smile blossoming into a full-fledged one.
-
Sehun stares at the sight before him with an open mouth. Yixing had his arms tightly around Joonmyun and was smiling oh-so-happily. His palpitating heart might have melted a little at see the older boy up-close and personal.
He’s gorgeous, Sehun thinks in a daze, absolutely beautiful.
Yixing lets go of Joonmyun and beams at the latter. Sehun swears he sees sunbeams shooting out from his lovely face. And straight into his heart.
“Oh my god, Joonmyun hyung, how long has it been?” Yixing laughs, corners of his eyes crinkling in delight. “How have you been?”
Sehun wants to poke that dancing dimple.
Joonmyun smiles. “I’ve been pretty good. Busy with council duties and the upcoming exams. But overall still alright. It’s good to see you again, what have you been up to? I almost couldn’t recognize you with your new hair.”
“Yes well, Xiao Lu figured that my lavender would go nicely with his pink. You remember how persuasive he can get right?” Yixing chuckles. “Oh you know me. Dance, dance, and more dance. What can I say, I’m a dedicated man,” he grins and turns to the still seated boy. “But who’s your friend?”
Sehun parts his lips and gets ready to introduce himself by darting his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, when -
“That’s just Sehun, newly transferred third year and by far the brattiest brat I ever had the misfortune of knowing.”
Sehun makes a face at Joonmyun and stands up. “Hi,” he grins at Yixing. “I’m Sehun, super-nice guy extraordinaire. Nice to meet you, hyung.”
“Please, call me Yixing. No honorofics for me thanks,” Yixing says and turns to Joonmyun. “I’m quite sure he isn’t as bad as you claim he is, hyung. You’re exaggerating.”
“Yeah?” Joonmyun raises a brow. “You try hanging out with him then. Pretty sure you couldn’t last one day.”
Yixing smirks softly. “Want to bet?” he asks. “I’ll have him wrapped around my pinky finer in no time, no sweat.”
“Oh please do.”
Turning his head to face the youngest, Yixing breaks out into peals of laughter. “I like you already, Sehun. What department are you in?”
Sehun tries not to squeal like a teenage girl. “Er..mathematics. Like mommy Joonmyun.”
“Oh we have a smart one here,” Yixing pats Sehun’s right cheek fondly. “Shame though, I have a feeling you’d make a good dancer,” he smiles gently.
Turning to the eldest, he asks, “Hyung, has Sehun met Jongdae yet? Don’t you think they’ll be great friends? What with all the adorable snark and all.”
Sehun cuts in. “Wait. You know Jongdae hyung too?”
“Of course. If it wasn’t for me, Jongdae wouldn’t be with hyung today,” Yixing replies with a soft nudge to the older boy’s forearm.
Sehun frowns. “Wait what?”
“Joonmyun hyung and I dated before. Didn’t he tell you?”
“He did. I didn’t believe him.”
“Told you he was a brat,” Joonmyun says with a sigh and a weary shake of the head.
Yixing laughs lightly. “Well it’s true. We did go out for a few months. And those were a good few months if I do say so.”
“Why did you break up then?”
“Well, I found out that Jongdae had a crush on hyung since forever. So I let him go,” Yixing says with a shrug and a slight smile.
“Just like that?” Sehun asks with a frown. “Just because Jongdae hyung likes him?”
Yixing shrugs again. “Jongdae is a very dear dongsaeng to me. I don’t have the heart to fight with him.”
“All-round nice guy,” Joonmyun interjects softly from his seat and unscrews the cap of his bottle.
“It also helps that hyung here had wanted to get into Jongdae’s pants before we got together,” Yixing says with a wink.
Joonmun chokes on his water and goes an interesting shade of lobster. He fumbles with the bottle cap and hurriedly says, “Enough about me. How about you and that freakishly tall dude? Yifan, was it?”
“Found out yesterday he’s been sleeping around with Yeollie and Baek. So I dumped his sorry ass," Yixing scowls.
Sehun perks up. “So you’re available?”
“Well…”
Yixing gets cut off when a pink-haired boy flings himself at him and pouts. “What’s taking so long, Xing?”
“Why? Missed me too much? I told you that you’ll eventually succumb to my irresistible charms and admit you love me, Luhan.” Yixing smirks.
Luhan leans forward and places a kiss on Yixing’s lips. “Yes fine, I admit. Can we leave now?”
Yixing smiles affectionately. Sehun’s eyes bulge out of his sockets. He bends down and whispers furiously to Joonmyun. “I thought you said they were best friends?”
Joonmyun shrugs. “Best friends with the occasional sexual tension?” he looks down at his buzzing phone. “Now excuse me, I’m going out to take this call from Jongdae.”
-
Luhan looks at Joonmyun walk out of the study halls. He shakes his head internally - he’d never understand what his best friend saw in the guy.
He clings to Yixing’s arm and nuzzles the latter’s neck, grinning when Yixing squirms.
“Sehun, this is Luhan, my best friend. And Luhan, Sehun’s a newly transferred third year,” Yixing introduces.
"Good to meet - "
“You let your best friend kiss you on the lips?” Sehun asks drily.
Luhan narrows his eyes and slides his arm to Yixing’s waist - pulling the boy closer. “Got a problem with that, infant?”
Yixing turns to face him. “Woah, down boy.”
Luhan is about to say something when another young man joins them.
Jongin tosses his bag to the floor and slumps down on Sehun’s empty chair. Reaching up, he fist -bumps the boy’s arm and drawls out, “Hey Sehun.”
He turns to grin lazily at Yixing. “Hey there, beautiful.” He notices the boy next to Yixing. “Oh hi Lu- “ his grin slides off when he sees the arm around the purple-haired male.
Without another word, he gets off the chair and forcefully pries Luhan’s hand away. He brings the bewildered boy closer to him by throwing an arm around his shoulders and proceeds to glare at Luhan.
"Jongin?"
“Get your filthy hands off him, you imbecile,” Luhan spits out venomously.
“Make me,” Jongin snarls - features twisting in annoyance.
“Yixing, tell him to -“
“Hyung, he’s - “
Yixing throws Jongin’s arm off him with a frown and says quietly, “Okay look. I don’t know what the fuck happened to the both of you, but you’re giving me a migraine right now so I’m going to step out for some fresh air. And don’t you dare follow me, I’ll scream at you if you do. I swear I will, don’t try me.”
Without another word, he reaches for Sehun’s hand and tugs the silent boy out the exit.
-
When Joonmyun slides back into his seat, he looks at the two rigidly standing boys. Luhan had clenched fists and tightly gritted teeth. Jongin had his eyes closed - apparently focusing on breathing, vein throbbing in his neck.
“What’s up?” he asks slowly.
“Oh Sehun is so fucking dead.”
“I am going to murder him.”
Joonmyun sighs softly. Why did Jongdae’s butt have to flare up with an infection when he needs sex to take his mind off things?
***
- yeah i dont really know what happened so /rolls away
- i find the mental image of luhan and jongin fighting over yixing strangely appealing? idk ;A;
- please comment thank you very much :D
- and try to refrain from asking for a follow-up, i have enough on my to-write list.
also! come say hello on twitter and/or ask.fm ♥