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pairings/characters: lay/chen
rating; G (because the one time sex is even alluded to, it's pretty easy to miss)
genre: slice of life, romance, fluff
summary: citylife!au. There are many moments Yixing likes to keep.
There are many moments that Yixing likes to absently note and file away, save as keepsakes for when times get rougher. He and Jongdae don't always get along - their relationship even before they moved in together, before it even crossed the line between platonic to romantic, has always been a natural push and pull, playful at best and stifling and tense when they're at their worst.
Some times - like last night - are somewhere in between, when only one of them are into the argument and the other goes along with it just to help him burn it out. Yixing doesn't remember the details too clearly, admittedly. He only remembers that Jongdae had been tightly wound for the whole week, that it didn't really matter what he was raising his voice about. Just that it needed to be let out.
He does remember that he'd said something insensitive by accident and sent Jongdae storming into the bedroom and locking the door. Yixing has an extra key for emergencies (and he counts these times as emergencies certainly) but only enters once he's sure Jongdae's asleep (he can tell, because Jongdae doesn't snore, but he breathes audibly, a beat slower than when he's awake).
He unlocks the door and slides into bed after stripping to his tank top and changing into his favorite pj pants, pulling a sleeping Jongdae close, back to his chest. Jongdae's a good sleeper - he falls asleep well, stays asleep well and so Yixing thinks nothing of squeezing the other in his arms a bit as he starts nodding off himself. Though Jongdae is mad at him, he has no trouble falling asleep, lulled by the younger man's steady breathing and the muffled hum of traffic he hears coming from outside of their 11th floor loft.
When he wakes up, the first thing he notices is the chill clinging to his bare arms. The second thing he notices is that it's raining, and even from the 11th floor, he can smell that scent that can only be rain coming from the open window. The pitter patter is what he notices last, the pleasant background noise telling him plainly enough to stay in bed awhile longer.
Jongdae's still snoozing away and Yixing feels the distinct sensation of his arm going a bit numb but he doesn't move. He listens to the rain and Jongdae's quiet but still audible inhales and exhales, and then he starts to count Jongdae's eyelashes. He turns his head to breathe in the other's scent and his eyes close at the familiar, soothing scent - he smells of his favorite lemongrass shampoo, and somethinf soft and warm and very.. there, all at once.
He presses his lips just to the back of Jongdae's ear fondly and it's only then that the younger man stirs, brows knitting together. He blinks his eyes open as Yixing presses another kiss to his shoulder. "Xing..?" he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
"Mmhm." the older man replies, eyes cracking open a bit. Jongdae blinks some more and Yixing watches before letting out a soft "I'm sorry. Aboht yesterday."
Jongdae looks confused for a moment, then seems to remember. He turns around in Yixing's arms, a sheepish expession on his face. "I forgot about it, to be honest."
Yixing looks relieved, so relieved that Jongdae just has to laugh. And when Jongdae laughs, it's contagious, really contagious, so Yixing ends up laughing too.
There are moments Yixing likes to catalogue in his head, put away so he always has something to go back to. Mornings like this - when they laugh, when they end up staying in bed for almost half the day, doing nothing but listening to the cars driving by on the wet pavement outside and remapping the constellations their moles ("beauty marks" Jongdae insists) form on each other's bodies - Yixing remembers these the best and no matter how bad their troubles, he knows he wouldn't trade these moments for anything.
And from the way Jongdae's eyes twinkle triumphantly after he successfully wrestles Yixing to the headboard of their bed, he knows the other man wouldn't either.
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notes: the citylife au is one that takes place in new york city, inspired by my every day life. yixing is supposed to be a successful songwriter/composer/producer kinda guy and jongdae is a sometimes insecure writer. I generally only dabble in this au in my thoughts while going places but occasionally I do write stuff. like this, for instance.
rating; G (because the one time sex is even alluded to, it's pretty easy to miss)
genre: slice of life, romance, fluff
summary: citylife!au. There are many moments Yixing likes to keep.
There are many moments that Yixing likes to absently note and file away, save as keepsakes for when times get rougher. He and Jongdae don't always get along - their relationship even before they moved in together, before it even crossed the line between platonic to romantic, has always been a natural push and pull, playful at best and stifling and tense when they're at their worst.
Some times - like last night - are somewhere in between, when only one of them are into the argument and the other goes along with it just to help him burn it out. Yixing doesn't remember the details too clearly, admittedly. He only remembers that Jongdae had been tightly wound for the whole week, that it didn't really matter what he was raising his voice about. Just that it needed to be let out.
He does remember that he'd said something insensitive by accident and sent Jongdae storming into the bedroom and locking the door. Yixing has an extra key for emergencies (and he counts these times as emergencies certainly) but only enters once he's sure Jongdae's asleep (he can tell, because Jongdae doesn't snore, but he breathes audibly, a beat slower than when he's awake).
He unlocks the door and slides into bed after stripping to his tank top and changing into his favorite pj pants, pulling a sleeping Jongdae close, back to his chest. Jongdae's a good sleeper - he falls asleep well, stays asleep well and so Yixing thinks nothing of squeezing the other in his arms a bit as he starts nodding off himself. Though Jongdae is mad at him, he has no trouble falling asleep, lulled by the younger man's steady breathing and the muffled hum of traffic he hears coming from outside of their 11th floor loft.
When he wakes up, the first thing he notices is the chill clinging to his bare arms. The second thing he notices is that it's raining, and even from the 11th floor, he can smell that scent that can only be rain coming from the open window. The pitter patter is what he notices last, the pleasant background noise telling him plainly enough to stay in bed awhile longer.
Jongdae's still snoozing away and Yixing feels the distinct sensation of his arm going a bit numb but he doesn't move. He listens to the rain and Jongdae's quiet but still audible inhales and exhales, and then he starts to count Jongdae's eyelashes. He turns his head to breathe in the other's scent and his eyes close at the familiar, soothing scent - he smells of his favorite lemongrass shampoo, and somethinf soft and warm and very.. there, all at once.
He presses his lips just to the back of Jongdae's ear fondly and it's only then that the younger man stirs, brows knitting together. He blinks his eyes open as Yixing presses another kiss to his shoulder. "Xing..?" he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
"Mmhm." the older man replies, eyes cracking open a bit. Jongdae blinks some more and Yixing watches before letting out a soft "I'm sorry. Aboht yesterday."
Jongdae looks confused for a moment, then seems to remember. He turns around in Yixing's arms, a sheepish expession on his face. "I forgot about it, to be honest."
Yixing looks relieved, so relieved that Jongdae just has to laugh. And when Jongdae laughs, it's contagious, really contagious, so Yixing ends up laughing too.
There are moments Yixing likes to catalogue in his head, put away so he always has something to go back to. Mornings like this - when they laugh, when they end up staying in bed for almost half the day, doing nothing but listening to the cars driving by on the wet pavement outside and remapping the constellations their moles ("beauty marks" Jongdae insists) form on each other's bodies - Yixing remembers these the best and no matter how bad their troubles, he knows he wouldn't trade these moments for anything.
And from the way Jongdae's eyes twinkle triumphantly after he successfully wrestles Yixing to the headboard of their bed, he knows the other man wouldn't either.
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notes: the citylife au is one that takes place in new york city, inspired by my every day life. yixing is supposed to be a successful songwriter/composer/producer kinda guy and jongdae is a sometimes insecure writer. I generally only dabble in this au in my thoughts while going places but occasionally I do write stuff. like this, for instance.