sweet and tiny; sutao
Title: Small and Tiny
Pairing: Suho/Tao
Rating: PG
Lengh: 900 words
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Author's note: This is the first fic I've written in a long time. I'm currently writing a much longer Krisho fic, but I gave myself a tiny break to write this. English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any gramattical errors! Also, here's some reccomended listening while reading this!
”What are you doing?” Junmyeon asks under the covers. Being the leader, he stays awake later than the other members, and sleeps the most on their precious days off. Today is one of those days, but Zitao has made it difficult for Junmyeon to enjoy one of his favorite activities. He can hear his lover’s soft voice on the other side of the bed. Maybe Zitao is used to it, he assumes wushu training also meant having to wake up early, but Suho can’t help but groan in response. Zitao doesn’t respond or stays quiet. Junyeon groans even louder.
Zitao ignores him and huffs. “Now I have to start all over again….” He whines, and Junmyeon rolls his eyes. He pushes candy gently back to her towel. “Give me a second, I have to update my weiboー” He waves Candy’s favorite toy in front of her face, occasionally saying “Candy! Candy, look at the camera for daddy!” and Junmyeon, no matter how much he wants to sleep, can’t help but find it completely endearing.
”Ah, there we go. What song should I put in the background?” Zitao asks, rolling back under the covers with his boyfriend. Partner? He doesn’t remember which one the other prefers.
Junmyeon huffs, “One of ours, obviously. Maybe from Miracles in December?”
”Its called Miracles in December not Miracles in January.” Zitao says in a voice that he knows will annoy his leader.
”Yes, but Candy reminds me of a snowball.” The smaller man says, stroking his lover’s hair. “Why didn’t you name her that instead?”
Zitao looks over and glances at Candy, who’s currently chewing one of Junmyeon’s favorite socks. “Because she’s sweet and tiny, like a Candy. And I’m the maknae, I thought it would be a very cute thing to do. I have to keep my reputation.”
”I’m sweet and tiny and you don’t give me a pet name,” Junmyeon pouts his best pout, which is pretty damn good. He looks completely ridiculous and utterly kissable, but zitao isn’t letting him win this one.
Junmyeon has hundreds of names for Zitao. There’s the usual ones such as hyung, love, panda and baby. Then there’s the ones they made for themselves, like coco, because his tan skin makes him think of a chocolate, though zitao likes to think it resembles caramel.
Junmyeon called Zitao daddy only once, neither of them know how approach the topic. Both of them want it to happen again.
“Oppaaaaa...” Zitao says in his best impression of a school girl, which he’s perfected just for moments like these. This earns him a giggle, so Zitao keeps going, trying to keep a serious expression. ”Shuàigē…” Zitao teases in his native tongue.
”I don’t even know what that means!” Junmyeon says between breathless laughter.
“I’ll have to teach you then,” Zitao holds Junmyeon closer, feeling the other man’s smaller frame against him. “It means you’re a handsome guy. But I think bǎobèi suits you more, that mean’s baby.”
“I remind you more of a baby than a grown man? Watch what you say to your elders,” Junmyeon tried to make it sound like he’s angry, but fails and buries his face on his lover’s neck. He likes being called baby, its a lot better than being called ‘mom’, as the other members, including Zitao, will. Obviously it doesn’t annoy him as much when his boyfriend says it, but this is much nicer.
”You’re smaller than me and you have baby cheeks, bǎobèi” Zitao kisses them, and he can feel his chest bursting with something he can’t really describe. Junmyeon makes him feel the same way their songs make their fans feel. He has no idea why Junmyeon doesn’t have more fans. He began to hum into his leader’s hair.
“Are you singing What Is Love?” Junmyeon starts to giggle again. Zitao hadn’t noticed.
“Don’t laugh, I’ve heard you trying to rap one of my parts in Black Pearl before. I’m so thankful you’re a vocalist.”
Junmyeon shakes his head and cups tao’s cheeks. He feels like he’s in a drama, completely cheesy and overused, its the best feeling in the world. No wonder his grandmother is so addicted to watching them, but at least he gets to live in for real. “So rude, what am I going to do with you?”
“You can kiss me.” Zitao purrs, and Junmyeon does. Its soft, like the first time they kissed, with only a flicker of tongue from tao, who always wants to go deeper. Junmyeon pulls back, his body far too tired for any further activities.
“At least you’re better at kissing than you are at rapping,” He mutters loudly enough for Zitao to hear and it earns him a pillow thrown at his face.
“I’m going to take aー Candy!” Junmyeon whines. Looks like he discovered what the puppy did to his socks.
Zitao scratches the back of his neck. “Ah, I should’ve told you…” He tries to come up with some sort of excuse. "But I got caught up in your beauty."
Junmyeon giggles again, sounding sweet and tiny, “You are so lucky I love you.”
“I am the luckiest man in the world just for that reason,” and they kiss again, completely forgetting whatever Candy was doing.
They discover later than Candy had also taken the liberty of pissing on Suho’s shirt, the one that had been thrown on the floor the night before.