a long way down [fanxing]
title: a long way down
pairing: wufan/yixing (+ ninja lukai and ninja ninja taohun)
genre: crack, romance
rating: pg-13
summary: yixing is simply irresistible, and because wu fan is all of 186 painfully awkward centimeters, when he falls, he falls hard.
a long way down
“Love at first sight. I’m telling you, guys,” Wu Fan sighs happily, voice full of wonder, his chin propped up on his hand. He’s well aware of the pathetically dreamy look in his eyes, but he can’t seem to bring himself to care. Not when all he can think about is him. His pale, soft skin, his elegant hands, his melodic voice, his small smiles -
“Is there a cure for lameness,” Sehun sighs, much less happily.
The truth is; Wu Fan never really paid attention to him before. In fact, Wu Fan couldn’t recall seeing him in class before that day. Oh, well. The world seemed to have been turned lopsided anyway, and the fact that nothing made sense suddenly did.
So, anyway - it was a perfectly normal Thursday, when it Happened. He was in Geography with Lee-seonsaengnim, a shortish, middle-aged man who was chronically confused over what day it was as well as forgetting where he put his glasses. That day, they were being partnered up for an assignment. Wu Fan got paired with a certain Yixing. Wu Fan scanned the room. Most people were already partnering up, save for a few lost cases dozing off at the back. He looked back at his teacher. Mr. Lee sighed, nodding at the far left. Wu Fan turned around and there he was oh my god
Or, well - actually, the spazzing came later. At first, all Wu Fan could see was a mop of inky black hair, because the boy was one of the previously mentioned lost cases.
“Yixing! Wake up, kid,” their teacher called halfheartedly. Yixing stretched, yawning widely. He then lifted his hand to wipe away some drool with the sleeve of his hoodie. Come to think of it, it was quite unattractive - oh, well, anyway. That’s when it happened. Yixing had looked around confusedly (and very very cutely, Wu Fan mentally added in later recollections of the event), and then proceeded to lock eyes with Wu Fan.
Wu Fan remembers the way his skin prickled, the way his heart hammered inside his chest, filled his ears, blocked out anything and everything but Zhang Yixing. The energy was thrumming under his skin, and he just knows. He is the one.
*
So, because Wu Fan is all of 186 awkward, hormonal centimeters, when he falls, he falls hard. There’s a long way down, after all. This calls for a Gathering.
Lu Han and Jongin both order coffee like the normal citizens they are, while Jongdae buys some sort of funky smoothie. Wu Fan, on the other hand, buys three brownie squares and hot chocolate with extra whipped cream (and a slice of cheese cake, but shh).
“Was it that bad?” Lu Han asks him, eyes bulging. All Wu Fan can do is nod.
“You’re gonna get fat,” Jongin remarks. He’s not being mean - just a dancer reflex.
“-ter. Fatter,” Jongdae supplies helpfully, but Wu Fan is really too glum to bite back. Instead, he opts for staring sadly at Jongdae.
It’s not that Wu Fan particularly likes this café, not at all. He’s only been there twice before, and the visits were equally unpleasant. They seem to only have one employee working there (maybe he owns it, who knows). This employee is a six foot tall foreigner with broken Korean, who always appears to be angry or simply sullen. He could be anywhere from 16 to 26, depending on how dark his black circles were that day, Lu Han had told him. It’s just because Wu Fan’s current mental state is that of a mushy pushy muddy puddle, and even if he wanted to protest, he simply doesn't have the energy to do so.
Just when they’re all seated and Wu Fan has started drowning his sorrows in sugar, chocolate (and more chocolate), Sehun bursts in the door in somewhat he himself perceives as a stylish manner. He stomps towards their stable, Starbucks in hand. The employee sends him a dark look, but all Sehun does is smile black dazzlingly. And then, to Wu Fan’s confusion, the black-haired boy smiles back. The world just keeps getting weirder.
“So, you like that Chinese kid,” Sehun says, sliding into their booth. Well, asks, Wu Fan tells himself, but, well - he doesn’t really ask. It’s more like he’s affirming a fact. Because, well. He is.
“Be quiet,” Wu Fan hisses. Sehun just rolls his eyes.
“But everyone knows you - “ Sehun tries again, but shuts up once Wu Fan’s murderous glare meets him.
“He so does,” Jongdae sings.
“No,” Wu Fan says, voice sounding oddly strangled. The scary-looking employee looks at him. Wu Fan covers his face with his hands. Sehun sighs a very Sehun-y sigh.
“Please, everyone knows you want to finger his -“
“SEHUN MY BABY WHAT ARE YOU SAYING” Lu Han screeches.
“Finger his dimple!” Sehun finishes eagerly. Lu Han’s mouth forms a small o, his eyes suddenly glued to the table. His cheeks are dusted slightly pink with a blush. Sehun, however, simply looks very confused.
“You guys are weird. What else?”
“Sehun,” Jongin sighs, shaking his head.
“Jongin,” Lu Han hisses. Sehun’s now bulging eyes pass from Lu Han to Jongin, his mouth hanging slightly open.
“You two - “ he splutters, a strangled noise escaping from his throat.
“Haha. Nothing,” Lu Han laughs nervously, stuffing the rest of Wu Fan’s brownie in Sehun’s mouth.
Wu Fan is just about to send Lu Han a much betrayed look, when the doorbells chime. It almost feels like reality is set in slow motion as Wu Fan turns around and locks eyes with a certain dancer. He feels his own eyes widen almost comically in horror. His body fills with equal amounts of dread and excitement. Oh god why why why why me why now why -
“Hey, Yixing!” Jongin cheeps, and before Wu Fan knows it, the black-haired boy is making his way towards them. Oh god.
“You know him?” Wu Fan hisses.
“Yep, he’s in my jazz class. Wait, is he - is that him?” Jongin asks, eyes bulging.
“Hey guys!” Yixing chirps cheerfully, dimple in full action. He slides into their booth, though luckily not on Wu Fan’s side. Wu Fan just sits there, face pale, trying to calm his furiously beating heart. Everyone is silent for a little while.
“I didn’t know you spoke Korean,” Sehun says, eyes narrowing. The tension is thick around the table. Wu Fan is pretty sure it’s his own distress mixed with Yixing’s awkwardness, and the general hopelessness of the situation, that leads no one to speak for several seconds. The brownies threaten to make themselves known once again, though this time in the form of a rainbow speech.
“Oh,” Yixing says, adding a nervous laugh just half a second too late for it to sound natural. He’s obviously uncomfortable, smile faltering, eyes passing from each of the people surrounding him.
“Hi Wu Fan,” he says when reaching the blonde, grin forming on his face. His eyes turn to half-moons, his demeanor relaxing visibly.
“Uh. I have to go,” Wu Fan croaks. He barely catches Yixing’s hurt expression before setting off towards the door.
*
The next day, Wu Fan is an even more delicate emotional state. As always, his friends are eager to help him out.
“You fucked up, man. Poor dude. The guy thinks you hate him now,” Jongdae informs him when the group reunites at lunch.
"Jongdae, just because he has better eyebrows than you do doesn't mean you have to pick on him all the time," Lu Han snaps.
They glower at each other. Wu Fan sighs.
“Anyway, what do I do now?” Wu Fan groans, covering his face with his hands. Why. “What do I do now?” he repeats, but is faced with nothing but silence. He spreads his fingers and looks at his friends. Lu Han is examining his fingernails, and Jongin is about to doze off (again).
“Don’t do anything rushed now, okay. Just try to think straight, I guess,” Jongin mumbles drowsily.
“Straight,” Jongdae says, giggling, and Lu Han soon follows. Wu Fan watches Jongin’s face scrunch up and Lu Han’s jaw drop as they laugh their asses off. He feels his expression turn sour, and somehow, this only makes the others giggle even harder.
“Why do I even hang out with you guys,” he grumbles.
“Because no one else can stand your bitching,” Lu Han chimes. Wu Fan sends him a murderous look.
“I will stab you with this ice pick,” he threatens coldly.
“Wait!” Lu Han screeches. “Wait, I know what you have to do!” he says, and for once in his actual life, Wu Fan takes him absolutely seriously. Of course, the childishness hasn’t left Lu Han’s eyes, but there’s something about the way his face looks, that seems oddly genuine.
“What.”
“There’s a party. This Saturday. Jonghyun’s house. Yes, yes, yes! You both go there, and - “
“Guys, I don’t think Yixing is the partying type,” Jongin breaks in. I think he’s more into… like, dancing. And music. Hey, maybe you could write him a song?” Jongin suggests eagerly.
“No, honey,” Lu Han says, patting the younger’s head absentmindedly. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. Considering, um,” he says, grimacing at Wu Fan.
“Don’t worry Wuwu, you’re good at a lot of other things. Like, maybe not anything related to music at all. Or drawing, and art in general. You’re actually kind of awkward at most things. Wait, where was I going with this again,” Jongin says. He props his face up on his hand and stares off into the distance, blinking sleepily.
Wu Fan sighs. Wu Fan sighs long and hard.
“Don’t worry. Just come to the party. He’ll be there,” Lu Han says, grinning brilliantly, eyes dazzlingly bright and sparkling with wickedness.
*
Fast forward four days, and Wu Fan is stuck in a situation that’s equally horrifying and wonderful. But, hey, at least Lu Han was right; Yixing was there. In fact, he was very much there. In fact, he was very much right in front of Wu Fan.
“I don’t know anyone but you here,” Yixing says, peering up at Wu Fan with a hopeful smile. Fuck why does he look like that oh my god.
“Uh,” Wu Fan says, temporarily struck by Yixing’s beauty. “Um,” he mumbles. Yixing’s face falls.
“I guess I’ll see you later then. Ha ha,” Yixing says. Okay fuck let’s do this wait wait why is he leaving wait no no WAIT
“I’m so in love with you oh my god,” Wu Fan half-yells, half-squeaks as he flails his arms around, almost knocking down a flowery vase to his right. For a few seconds, there is only silence, and for Wu Fan, the sensation of blood flowing to his cheeks, coloring his face such a deep shade of red that even a BB cream layer this thick doesn’t cover it.
“Oh my god,” Yixing groans, and then proceeds to drag Wu Fan into the closest room.
(The following events are unsuitable for children under the age of 18.)
*
“So it did work out, after all, huh,” Lu Han says, a few hours later, when they’re all chilling out on the balcony and Wu Fan’s heart is overflowing with happiness.
Jongin stumbles out of the doorway, obviously drunk.
“Wu-Wu and Xing-Xing sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S - “ he sings, before collapsing on top of Lu Han. Suddenly, Wu Fan is reminded of what happened a few days ago in the café, and a grin spreads across his face.
“You’re with Jongin, huh. You know he’s only 16, the same age as Sehun -“
“I don’t wanna hear it! Stop! STOP IT RIGHT NOW” Lu Han exclaims and covers his ears with his hands, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Just keep deluding yourself, Lu. Haha. De-Lu-ding,” Wu Fan chuckles to himself.
“Is there a cure for lameness,” Sehun sighs, again, as he scrolls down twitter on his phone and delicately sips his soda.
Jongin hiccups. All is well.
*
a/n: yes okay HELLO why write essays (that are due tomorrw) when you can procrastinate everything and write fics like these :-----)
but yeah, i hope you've (at least sort of) enjoyed this ; u ; thanks for reading!!! oh and this was previously posted on treadsoftlylove
pairing: wufan/yixing (+ ninja lukai and ninja ninja taohun)
genre: crack, romance
rating: pg-13
summary: yixing is simply irresistible, and because wu fan is all of 186 painfully awkward centimeters, when he falls, he falls hard.
a long way down
“Love at first sight. I’m telling you, guys,” Wu Fan sighs happily, voice full of wonder, his chin propped up on his hand. He’s well aware of the pathetically dreamy look in his eyes, but he can’t seem to bring himself to care. Not when all he can think about is him. His pale, soft skin, his elegant hands, his melodic voice, his small smiles -
“Is there a cure for lameness,” Sehun sighs, much less happily.
The truth is; Wu Fan never really paid attention to him before. In fact, Wu Fan couldn’t recall seeing him in class before that day. Oh, well. The world seemed to have been turned lopsided anyway, and the fact that nothing made sense suddenly did.
So, anyway - it was a perfectly normal Thursday, when it Happened. He was in Geography with Lee-seonsaengnim, a shortish, middle-aged man who was chronically confused over what day it was as well as forgetting where he put his glasses. That day, they were being partnered up for an assignment. Wu Fan got paired with a certain Yixing. Wu Fan scanned the room. Most people were already partnering up, save for a few lost cases dozing off at the back. He looked back at his teacher. Mr. Lee sighed, nodding at the far left. Wu Fan turned around and there he was oh my god
Or, well - actually, the spazzing came later. At first, all Wu Fan could see was a mop of inky black hair, because the boy was one of the previously mentioned lost cases.
“Yixing! Wake up, kid,” their teacher called halfheartedly. Yixing stretched, yawning widely. He then lifted his hand to wipe away some drool with the sleeve of his hoodie. Come to think of it, it was quite unattractive - oh, well, anyway. That’s when it happened. Yixing had looked around confusedly (and very very cutely, Wu Fan mentally added in later recollections of the event), and then proceeded to lock eyes with Wu Fan.
Wu Fan remembers the way his skin prickled, the way his heart hammered inside his chest, filled his ears, blocked out anything and everything but Zhang Yixing. The energy was thrumming under his skin, and he just knows. He is the one.
*
So, because Wu Fan is all of 186 awkward, hormonal centimeters, when he falls, he falls hard. There’s a long way down, after all. This calls for a Gathering.
Lu Han and Jongin both order coffee like the normal citizens they are, while Jongdae buys some sort of funky smoothie. Wu Fan, on the other hand, buys three brownie squares and hot chocolate with extra whipped cream (and a slice of cheese cake, but shh).
“Was it that bad?” Lu Han asks him, eyes bulging. All Wu Fan can do is nod.
“You’re gonna get fat,” Jongin remarks. He’s not being mean - just a dancer reflex.
“-ter. Fatter,” Jongdae supplies helpfully, but Wu Fan is really too glum to bite back. Instead, he opts for staring sadly at Jongdae.
It’s not that Wu Fan particularly likes this café, not at all. He’s only been there twice before, and the visits were equally unpleasant. They seem to only have one employee working there (maybe he owns it, who knows). This employee is a six foot tall foreigner with broken Korean, who always appears to be angry or simply sullen. He could be anywhere from 16 to 26, depending on how dark his black circles were that day, Lu Han had told him. It’s just because Wu Fan’s current mental state is that of a mushy pushy muddy puddle, and even if he wanted to protest, he simply doesn't have the energy to do so.
Just when they’re all seated and Wu Fan has started drowning his sorrows in sugar, chocolate (and more chocolate), Sehun bursts in the door in somewhat he himself perceives as a stylish manner. He stomps towards their stable, Starbucks in hand. The employee sends him a dark look, but all Sehun does is smile black dazzlingly. And then, to Wu Fan’s confusion, the black-haired boy smiles back. The world just keeps getting weirder.
“So, you like that Chinese kid,” Sehun says, sliding into their booth. Well, asks, Wu Fan tells himself, but, well - he doesn’t really ask. It’s more like he’s affirming a fact. Because, well. He is.
“Be quiet,” Wu Fan hisses. Sehun just rolls his eyes.
“But everyone knows you - “ Sehun tries again, but shuts up once Wu Fan’s murderous glare meets him.
“He so does,” Jongdae sings.
“No,” Wu Fan says, voice sounding oddly strangled. The scary-looking employee looks at him. Wu Fan covers his face with his hands. Sehun sighs a very Sehun-y sigh.
“Please, everyone knows you want to finger his -“
“SEHUN MY BABY WHAT ARE YOU SAYING” Lu Han screeches.
“Finger his dimple!” Sehun finishes eagerly. Lu Han’s mouth forms a small o, his eyes suddenly glued to the table. His cheeks are dusted slightly pink with a blush. Sehun, however, simply looks very confused.
“You guys are weird. What else?”
“Sehun,” Jongin sighs, shaking his head.
“Jongin,” Lu Han hisses. Sehun’s now bulging eyes pass from Lu Han to Jongin, his mouth hanging slightly open.
“You two - “ he splutters, a strangled noise escaping from his throat.
“Haha. Nothing,” Lu Han laughs nervously, stuffing the rest of Wu Fan’s brownie in Sehun’s mouth.
Wu Fan is just about to send Lu Han a much betrayed look, when the doorbells chime. It almost feels like reality is set in slow motion as Wu Fan turns around and locks eyes with a certain dancer. He feels his own eyes widen almost comically in horror. His body fills with equal amounts of dread and excitement. Oh god why why why why me why now why -
“Hey, Yixing!” Jongin cheeps, and before Wu Fan knows it, the black-haired boy is making his way towards them. Oh god.
“You know him?” Wu Fan hisses.
“Yep, he’s in my jazz class. Wait, is he - is that him?” Jongin asks, eyes bulging.
“Hey guys!” Yixing chirps cheerfully, dimple in full action. He slides into their booth, though luckily not on Wu Fan’s side. Wu Fan just sits there, face pale, trying to calm his furiously beating heart. Everyone is silent for a little while.
“I didn’t know you spoke Korean,” Sehun says, eyes narrowing. The tension is thick around the table. Wu Fan is pretty sure it’s his own distress mixed with Yixing’s awkwardness, and the general hopelessness of the situation, that leads no one to speak for several seconds. The brownies threaten to make themselves known once again, though this time in the form of a rainbow speech.
“Oh,” Yixing says, adding a nervous laugh just half a second too late for it to sound natural. He’s obviously uncomfortable, smile faltering, eyes passing from each of the people surrounding him.
“Hi Wu Fan,” he says when reaching the blonde, grin forming on his face. His eyes turn to half-moons, his demeanor relaxing visibly.
“Uh. I have to go,” Wu Fan croaks. He barely catches Yixing’s hurt expression before setting off towards the door.
*
The next day, Wu Fan is an even more delicate emotional state. As always, his friends are eager to help him out.
“You fucked up, man. Poor dude. The guy thinks you hate him now,” Jongdae informs him when the group reunites at lunch.
"Jongdae, just because he has better eyebrows than you do doesn't mean you have to pick on him all the time," Lu Han snaps.
They glower at each other. Wu Fan sighs.
“Anyway, what do I do now?” Wu Fan groans, covering his face with his hands. Why. “What do I do now?” he repeats, but is faced with nothing but silence. He spreads his fingers and looks at his friends. Lu Han is examining his fingernails, and Jongin is about to doze off (again).
“Don’t do anything rushed now, okay. Just try to think straight, I guess,” Jongin mumbles drowsily.
“Straight,” Jongdae says, giggling, and Lu Han soon follows. Wu Fan watches Jongin’s face scrunch up and Lu Han’s jaw drop as they laugh their asses off. He feels his expression turn sour, and somehow, this only makes the others giggle even harder.
“Why do I even hang out with you guys,” he grumbles.
“Because no one else can stand your bitching,” Lu Han chimes. Wu Fan sends him a murderous look.
“I will stab you with this ice pick,” he threatens coldly.
“Wait!” Lu Han screeches. “Wait, I know what you have to do!” he says, and for once in his actual life, Wu Fan takes him absolutely seriously. Of course, the childishness hasn’t left Lu Han’s eyes, but there’s something about the way his face looks, that seems oddly genuine.
“What.”
“There’s a party. This Saturday. Jonghyun’s house. Yes, yes, yes! You both go there, and - “
“Guys, I don’t think Yixing is the partying type,” Jongin breaks in. I think he’s more into… like, dancing. And music. Hey, maybe you could write him a song?” Jongin suggests eagerly.
“No, honey,” Lu Han says, patting the younger’s head absentmindedly. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. Considering, um,” he says, grimacing at Wu Fan.
“Don’t worry Wuwu, you’re good at a lot of other things. Like, maybe not anything related to music at all. Or drawing, and art in general. You’re actually kind of awkward at most things. Wait, where was I going with this again,” Jongin says. He props his face up on his hand and stares off into the distance, blinking sleepily.
Wu Fan sighs. Wu Fan sighs long and hard.
“Don’t worry. Just come to the party. He’ll be there,” Lu Han says, grinning brilliantly, eyes dazzlingly bright and sparkling with wickedness.
*
Fast forward four days, and Wu Fan is stuck in a situation that’s equally horrifying and wonderful. But, hey, at least Lu Han was right; Yixing was there. In fact, he was very much there. In fact, he was very much right in front of Wu Fan.
“I don’t know anyone but you here,” Yixing says, peering up at Wu Fan with a hopeful smile. Fuck why does he look like that oh my god.
“Uh,” Wu Fan says, temporarily struck by Yixing’s beauty. “Um,” he mumbles. Yixing’s face falls.
“I guess I’ll see you later then. Ha ha,” Yixing says. Okay fuck let’s do this wait wait why is he leaving wait no no WAIT
“I’m so in love with you oh my god,” Wu Fan half-yells, half-squeaks as he flails his arms around, almost knocking down a flowery vase to his right. For a few seconds, there is only silence, and for Wu Fan, the sensation of blood flowing to his cheeks, coloring his face such a deep shade of red that even a BB cream layer this thick doesn’t cover it.
“Oh my god,” Yixing groans, and then proceeds to drag Wu Fan into the closest room.
(The following events are unsuitable for children under the age of 18.)
*
“So it did work out, after all, huh,” Lu Han says, a few hours later, when they’re all chilling out on the balcony and Wu Fan’s heart is overflowing with happiness.
Jongin stumbles out of the doorway, obviously drunk.
“Wu-Wu and Xing-Xing sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S - “ he sings, before collapsing on top of Lu Han. Suddenly, Wu Fan is reminded of what happened a few days ago in the café, and a grin spreads across his face.
“You’re with Jongin, huh. You know he’s only 16, the same age as Sehun -“
“I don’t wanna hear it! Stop! STOP IT RIGHT NOW” Lu Han exclaims and covers his ears with his hands, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Just keep deluding yourself, Lu. Haha. De-Lu-ding,” Wu Fan chuckles to himself.
“Is there a cure for lameness,” Sehun sighs, again, as he scrolls down twitter on his phone and delicately sips his soda.
Jongin hiccups. All is well.
*
a/n: yes okay HELLO why write essays (that are due tomorrw) when you can procrastinate everything and write fics like these :-----)
but yeah, i hope you've (at least sort of) enjoyed this ; u ; thanks for reading!!! oh and this was previously posted on treadsoftlylove