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Title: Let Me Take Back My Life // Lips Like Yours
Pairing: kris/lay
Genre: romance maybe idk
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3,8k words
I started writing these a loooong time ago and I didn't revise it, so it's awkward and BLERGH.
But anyways I wanted to share them with you. I hope it's not too embarrassing LOL
2k words; let me take back my life
To describe Yifan and Yixing’s relationship you don’t need many words. You don’t have to be a genius to figure them out, it’s actually pretty simple.
It goes down like this.
The door is rushed open and through it the couple comes; Yixing first, opening it, and Yifan following. After his boyfriend makes his way into their apartment, Yixing slams the door and dumps the keys on their coffee table. The taller man glances at the smaller walking towards their shared bedroom. He knows something is not right, he knows his Xing like the palm of his own hand. So Yifan follows the other and he notices, by the closed bathroom door, that Yixing has locked himself inside the restroom. He knocks carefully.
“Xing?” he asks. No response. Another knock. “Baby, are you there?” of course Yixing is there. Besides that bathroom there is nowhere the other could have evaded to. Yifan gives communication another chance. “You were quiet in the car, is everything alright?”.
When Yixing leaves the bathroom, he does it with lots of theatricality and eyes of a hawk. He glares at Yifan and takes a few steps forward, forcing his boyfriend to take the same amount of steps back.
“Do not call me that” he warns and the bathroom door closes with a thud, giving Yixing the cue to walk out of the room. Yifan just wonders. And he also frowns.
“What? Call you what?” he follows the other male all the way to the kitchen, where Yixing was focused in washing a glass at the sink. “Xing? Wh-” he breathes, pinching his nose. He knows his Yixing just fine, and sassing while the other is pissed is never a good idea. “Yixing, what’s wrong?”.
Suddenly, Yixing turns to Yifan and faces him challengingly. “Don’t call me baby” he explains, filling the empty glass with water. The taller could only frown. What can Yifan do against Yixing if it isn’t frowning? “The title doesn’t fit me, does it?” the other completes after drinking the water and narrows his eyes at Yifan, affronting. He doesn’t wait for an answer and drags himself to the living room, turning the TV on.
“What? What are you talking about?” Yifan asks, once again following Yixing on the heels.
Yixing doesn’t even face him when he replies “You know, I don’t even know why you came home with me, since Baekhyun was still at the pub when we left”.
The taller blonde makes a weird sound at his boyfriend’s answer. Kinda like a dog crying. Or something. “Baekhyun?” he asks stunned.
“Don’t try to fool me, Yifan!” it’s the retort he receives and Yixing finally faces him. “I saw you flirting with him! Quite ashamedly, I might add, since Chanyeol was right there!”.
Watching Yixing’s eyes catch on fire and his breath flinch heavily, realization just fell. That arising rage taking control of the smaller man like wildfire… That was victory. The boy was, once again, jealous. A tiny smile fades in Yifan’s face too quick for even him to notice.
It was said before that anyone could figure Yifan and Yixing out. Well, the first thing you need to know is that their relationship is moved by jealousy. Today, Yixing is jealous.
And where the hell does Baekhyun fit? The boy is Yifan’s best friend’s boyfriend. Yifan is certain that the day he had most feared has finally come. Yixing has gone crazy.
While his boyfriend throws the television remote control on the couch and walks towards the bedroom again, Yifan can only follow unable to utter a single word.
“You shouldn’t even mind me,” Yixing continues sarcastically, opening the closet door and grabbing his pajamas pants “Just ignore my presence, but at least respect your friend!”.
“You lost your mind!” Yifan, incapable of bearing another second quietly, snaps. “You’ve gone completely crazy!” Yixing, which had already changed into his grey pajama pants, challenges him with a finger pointed to his boyfriend’s chest.
“Don’t you dare calling me crazy! You’re a man whore!” he yells.
Yifan feels like his skin is being slowly peeled by sharp claws, so he closes his fists onto his hair and pulls it in frustration, letting out a snarl.
Yixing starts walking one more time, giving a rat’s ass at the other’s anger “MAN WHORE!” he screams, finding a destination in the couch.
“You’re insane!” Yifan’s voice sounds distant but approaching. “You’re blinded by your insanity!”
When his boyfriend finally arrives at the living room, Yixing stands from his sitting position to confront the other, who at this point had his whole face burning red.
“Oh no, Yifan, I’m not blind! See, my eyes are WIDE OPEN!” he screams.
Their small apartment complex has only 4 apartments and 4 inhabitants. Yifan and Yixing are 2 of them; Luhan, Yixing’s best friend, is their neighbor; and a nice middle-aged divorced woman lives below them. The apartment next to hers is vague because the family living in it was apparently looking for some place less agitated.
The people living in the same building as the couple are sort of used to their quarrels. However, the dwellers in the next building are not.
“STOP SCREAMING YOU STUPID FAG!” someone shouts from the neighbor building. Yixing rushes towards the balcony and shouts back:
“SHUT UP YOU HOMOPHOBIC ASS FACE!”
Yifan thinks he’s had enough, and since Yixing managed to piss him off, Yixing has to deal with the consequences. He steps into the balcony and grabs his boyfriend by the waist, dragging Yixing inside and throwing him into the couch. Yifan closes the balcony entrance and locks it.
“Don’t you fucking touch me” Yixing breathes and stands from the couch.
“Or what?” Yifan challenges, knowing exactly what was coming next.
“You…” his boyfriend slaps him in the head “sadistic…” more slaps, now his face “fucking…” hair pulls “bitch…” and then he grabs Yixing by his wrists halting the aggressions. The other glares at him. “I hate you”
“No you don’t” Yifan disagrees. He is so damn used to Yixing hating him; Yixing hates him every day.
“Yes I do” it seems like the argument with the neighbor plus the slapping session drained all of Yixing’s energies. His retort is faltering and he doesn’t even face Yifan anymore “You keep flirting with people, you have no respect…”
“You know I wasn’t flirting” Yifan takes Yixing’s weariness as an advantage and cautiously wraps his arms around the smaller waist.
“Yes you were” Yixing eyes him with a pained expression. He lingers, downing his look briefly and snorts a despondent laugh. “You always do. Why did you have to make that unnecessary comment about his butt?”
“It was a harmless comment, baby” Yifan wants to laugh, but he know he can’t. Now that Yixing has finally managed to calm down; he can’t bring the strife back to its heat. He decides to runs his hand through the other’s hair instead, but Yixing shoves it away annoyed. “I lov- hey,” he caresses Yixing’s ear lovingly, bringing the smaller to look up “I love you”.
Yixing doesn’t seem convinced, sustaining his look on Yifan’s face, waiting for the blonde to falter. His arms, trapped into the tight grip of their bodies, now find a gap and his fingers draw on Yifan’s chest.
“I’m sorry I called you a man whore”. Yifan lets out a weak laugh.
“It’s ok. Now don’t ever say that about Baekhyun again. If Chanyeol listens to you he might actually think I was flirting with his boyfriend”. He cups Yixing’s small face and approaches, pecking his boyfriend’s nose and seeing him frown cutely.
“You were”
“No I wasn’t”
“I saw it”
“God! Shut up already, will you?”.
Yixing doesn’t flinch when Yifan kisses him. Instead, he wraps his arms around the other’s neck and kisses back.
Yifan doesn’t admit it, but the truth is that he did flirt with Baekhyun. Not because he is a man whore without a drop of respect for his best friend; he just likes to see that fire on Yixing’s eyes when he is consumed with jealousy.
Another thing that Yifan would never admit is that he is worse than Yixing when it comes to jealousy. And when it’s him on the spotlight, things are not that funny.
“Come on, Yifan, let’s go” Chanyeol voice keeps begging somewhere near him slightly mixed with the loud music beat, but he can’t actually listen to it. His eyes are focusing something way more interesting. And outraging. “You don’t wanna do this; it will only worsen the situation”.
His eyes are narrowed, the place is poorly lightened and there is a fuck load of people inside of it, yet, he can still see them from where he and Chanyeol are standing.
“You can call him first thing in the morning. Not now, not like this. Come on, man” and then Chanyeol touches his shoulder. Yifan doesn’t know what triggers him. If it’s Chanyeol’s touch or the smile the pink-haired brat gives Yixing. Next thing he’s walking towards them and his steps are precise. He hears Chanyeol’s “dammit” but chooses to ignore it.
“Get the fuck away from him” he blurts out. His clenched teeth could not prevent his lips from trembling and Yifan doesn’t think he’s ever felt this angry. The two faces studying his own doesn’t seem too surprised; he thinks between the smiles and the sneak knee touches Yixing might have spotted him.
“Don’t leave” the other tells he pink-haired boy, turning to face Yifan afterwards. Yixing has seen that look on the taller man’s face before. At any other situation, that look would have meant victory for the brunette but not tonight. Tonight Yifan is jealous and he doesn’t have any right to be “You leave”.
“Don’t make me remove you from this sit, boy, just leave” the tone on Yifan’s voice isn’t enough to make the boy flinch. His face shows no reactions while staring and there isn’t even certainty that he’s listening. So Yifan decides to make himself clear by threateningly approaching and grabbing the boy by his shirt’s collar.
“Yifan!” the warning tone in Yixing’s voice goes unnoticed.
“You’re leaving this right instant. I don’t break kids, but I think I can teach the stupid ones a lesson” he hisses, releasing the boy from his grip and stepping back to watch the pink-haired adjusting his shirt and getting up from his seat.
“We can talk later, Yixing” he spares Yixing a glance and leaves, probably deciding to be smart and not to go against Yifan.
When the boy is nowhere in sight, Chanyeol touches his shoulder and Yifan turns around to look at his friend. “Hey… I’m… I’m heading home” Yifan can tell by his friend’s expression that Chanyeol is worried about what stupidity the older would do next. “Be reasonable” and leaves Yifan in company of a very irritated Yixing (that isn’t even looking at his boyfriend).
They aren’t speaking on their way home, as usual.
It all started three days ago when Yifan made the displeasing decision of throwing an extremely unnecessary comment about the way his boyfriend uses his hair. Of course he loves Yixing’s hair, he loves everything about the short brunette; but there’s something about the way his boyfriend’s eyes glisten in anger that makes his heart pump faster. He loves teasing Yixing, so that’s why he blurts a half-hearted “You should cut your hair, you’re starting to look like a hobo”. It’s enough for the other to make his way out of the apartment.
“Where are you going?”
“OUT!”
“Where out?”
“I don’t know! Wherever a strange would fuck me and my hobo hair!”
He knows Yixing’s not serious, he never is. But still, he calls Chanyeol with a “Yixing’s mad” and drags his friend on the familiar quest for his boyfriend.
Finding Yixing is definitely not a problem, he knows all his boyfriend’s escape routes.
“You’re still mad at me?” he tries, not even receiving a glance back. “I’ll take that as a yes”
“Yes, Yifan, I’m mad at you” Yixing lets out seemingly tired. A foreigner to their routine could say Yixing liked having an argument - or worse - with his boyfriend on a daily basis; what was completely untrue. He was tired of solving problems out of growls and yells. “When I’m not? I’m always mad at you!”
“Stop yelling!”
“NO!” Yixing glares, stepping closer in a slow pace “I WON’T! BECAUSE YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT AND WHEN I-”
Yifan is done with all the shrieking, so he fists Yixing’s hair and snaps lips on his. The younger tries to disentangle and kick him, but Yifan wraps an arm around his waist and locks their bodies impossibly close. Slowly, Yixing gives up, replacing punches to his palm flat on his boyfriend’s stomach.
He breaks the kiss and eyes the younger, receiving one of those cute scowls Yixing gives him when Yifan accomplishes blowing his anger bubble.
“I hate you” Yixing says.
He hums “You love hating me”
“I do. I love you too”
“I know”
1,6k words; lips like yours
Yifan finds it very hard to concentrate on whatever crap Luhan is rambling on about when a highly pornographic picture draws itself right beneath his nose. This may be classified as S-Rank in a scale of sinful things the human race should wary. The way the boy’s tongue moistens his lips just so the teeth won’t bruise when he bites on the lower one has quite an intriguing effect on Yifan. When a tall man steps forward in line to make his order, the red-haired attendant listens and nods in recognition, turning his body to let his co-worker know the customer’s order. He returns to receive a few crumpled notes from the tall man and check its value, handing the man his change and telling him to wait in the other line with a genuine smile.
There. Right there.
That stupid smile; what was that for? Just so that undeniably cute dimple shows and the whole perishes? Or maybe so his lips would quirk in that way that shapes his eyes into a pair of half-crescent moons. Yifan can’t understand what’s on the kid’s mind. He should know the way he acts brings consequences to himself, he just needs to stop being so damn reckless. If only he realizes how dangerously short is the distance between them.
Yixing’s eyes dart to where they’re sitting more than often. It’s like Yifan’s table is a mandatory stop for his every gaze shifting, eyes timidly prying over and lips unconsciously forming a pout - consequently increasing Yifan’s need of biting and licking his mouth.
Yixing is always looking, but not even once has he locked eyes with Yifan.
“Yifan?” Luhan’s trivial voice and the even more insignificant things he says suddenly bring Yifan back to his reality (unfortunately). “Are you even listening to what I’m saying or is eyefucking Yixing more important?”
Fucking Luhan, he thinks angrily. There he is, talking on and on about how the new Donald Duck curtains he’s got are of poor quality while Yixing, the cutest combination of the most heavenly pure and deviously fierce creatures Yifan has ever seen is practically sobbing for his attention. Who even gives a fuck about Donald Duck when there’s a porn-level mouth pouting at him?
Plus, Luhan has to think twice before asking Yifan such questions. “Eyefucking definitely” he gets a defeated sigh in response “Just look at him. Look at those lips… See how he licks it before biting it?” albeit Yifan knows he looks shamefully horny as he talks about the cashier guy, he can’t bring himself to care anymore.
“Fuck” he hisses when something seemingly funny is said somewhere near Yixing and the boy lets out a light laugh, running both hands through the soft-looking red hair before giving a quick glance to Yifan and Luhan’s table. It’s like his every action cast different spells over Yifan and he has no control of it. Especially when the damned boy decides to trap his lower lip between his thumb and index fingers. “Fuck no”
“You know he’s not looking at you, right?” because Luhan is this selfish and obnoxious. He never fails to remind Yifan that he is the object of little Yixing’s affections and even when he’s rejected the boy for what it seems like a thousand times, the kid is always chasing him.
Like when he decides to take a break and come over.
He approaches quite restrainedly, cheeks flushed and dimple pronounced from the way the locks his jaw in apprehension. Yifan wants to cradle him.
“Hi gege” the boy’s eyes watch Luhan with anxiety as the other merely shifts his crossed leg, blinking nonchalantly. “Uh- I brought you some Bubble Tea... Taro… Right?”
The blonde baby-faced devil is fast in taking the drink from Yixing’s hands and stabbing the plastic with the straw “Thanks” that’s all he says.
Yixing bringing Bubble Tea everytime Luhan appears at the coffee house is a regular thing (and even if Yifan is always around, he’s never blessed with the free drink); the cashier boy just keep coming over and trying to catch gege’s eyes and it’s always painful because Luhan is a bastard and Yifan wants to forget they’re best friends and kick his groins and yank Yixing away and shove him against a wall and just yell and keep yelling until the understands that Luhan is a bastard.
Then he would grab his face and bite those delicious looking lips.
The boy stands in front of them for seemingly good five minutes and the expression on his face is almost enough to get Yifan fulfilling his wishes. The lips… Everything is about the lips. Yixing licks it and leaves his mouth slightly gaping, the glisten of the recent moisturizing severely tempting. Yifan just can’t understand how he’s not doing any of that on purpose; how can that pout not be on purpose?
“Luhan-ge-” he’s just gathered enough courage to talk again when Luhan suddenly stands up, slurping the Bubble Tea and sparing the boy one last uninterested look before turning to Yifan.
“Let’s leave” he suggests curly and walks out, not even waiting for Yifan to answer.
For a while, he keeps shifting his gaze from Yixing to Luhan, not having a clue of what to do next. Should he approach the small red-haired boy (that looked so pitiful with his sadly frowned eyebrows and major agape) or follow his best friend?
Turns out he doesn’t even have to decide as Yixing pays him no attention and turns on his heels, making his way back to the register. Yifan puffs incredulous, having no other option than just following Luhan; he can hardly believe how invisible he seems to be.
“Won’t harm you smile at him” he says as soon as he reaches his friend outside the café. Luhan snorts in disdain and tosses the empty Bubble Tea cup in the nearest thrash can.
“It will when I’m trying to get rid of him” his worst-choice-for-a-best-friend answers. “Besides, he’s not that interesting. Maybe he’s just needy, you know.”
Luhan’s words act as a brake to Yifan’s feet. He stops walking and gives his mind a time to wonder about needy Yixing and the boy’s juicy lips… And suddenly Yifan has a whole scenario in his mind where Yixing is half naked on his lap and they’re kissing ferociously while saliva coats their lips.
“Yifan?” Luhan’s voice brings him back once again.
“Hey, you know what? Go ahead. I’ll call you later” he briefly informs before running back to the coffee house. He listens to Luhan’s screams of something obviously non-important and chooses to ignore.
Yifan walks in line and buries his hands in his pockets, trying to contain the excitement from finally deciding to stand up for his feelings (or his cravings for Yixing’s lips and smooth neck and sweet collarbones and his whole fucking body). When it’s Yifan’s turn to order, the angelic red-haired boy welcomes him with a half-heartedly smile that shows his dimple nevertheless.
“Good evening” his soft voice says “What can I get you?”
That sentence is almost teasing him and Yifan feels the power of restraining all five weeks of pent-up frustrations slowly leaving his body, and then he can’t help it.
“Your lips,” he starts; half-lidded eyes and teeth brushing over his lower lip “can I nibble it?”
The instant frown on Yixing’s face is nearly cute; the boy takes a precautious step back and stares at Yifan as if considering him being mentally ill. This is a completely different reaction from what he’s pictured.
His mind, that twisted mind of his, had totally pictured an adorable blush coloring Yixing’s features and his glossy lips literally inviting Yifan over.
“What?” he falters.
“Your mouth is so gorgeous…” Yifan breathes, eyes intently gazing at the object of his fantasies. He’s not actually paying attention to the considerably long line that has formed behind him, but Yixing seems to catch a scowling customer. The boy shifts in his position and unconsciously licks his lips (Yifan wants to believe it was unconsciously).
“I’m sorry, if you’re not ordering step out of line, please” he says straightforwardly, watching Yifan’s expression changing from arousal to pain in a matter of seconds.
“Come on, Yixing, you don’t treat Luhan like this, do you?” the boy deadpans at the comment and Yifan is sure he’s trying to find a relation. Yixing looks like he’s about to ask ‘who are you?’ and the thought of still being not known by that guy albeit would totally kill Yifan’s mood in another occasion does no such thing. Yifan is persistent; he’s spent five months just watching Yixing and finally has the chance to talk to the boy without Luhan’s presence interfering in the boy’s cognition ability. He’s not planning on giving up anytime soon.
But apparently Yixing is out of patience and shows a less nice side as he tells Yifan to “Step out of line” receiving support from a few customers who still waits in line.
It backfires as Yifan smirks amusedly, leaning over the counter and whispering in a velvet voice “Uh, feisty” he can say it took the boy by surprise when Yixing blushes violently and averts his eyes from the other’s gaze before an overwhelming wave of anger seems to take over him.
“Get the fuck out of here before I call security” his voice is strained and his words a little short, but when Yixing brings himself to look at Yifan and lock their gazes.
“Ok” he gives up, throwing arms up and smirking while stepping out of line, eyes never leaving Yixing’s “But I’ll be back. I’ll come back every day until you say I can kiss you. And trust me... You will want to kiss me”
a/n: thank you for reading! i've been working on smothing,
so look forward! ♥
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Pairing: kris/lay
Genre: romance maybe idk
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3,8k words
I started writing these a loooong time ago and I didn't revise it, so it's awkward and BLERGH.
But anyways I wanted to share them with you. I hope it's not too embarrassing LOL
2k words; let me take back my life
To describe Yifan and Yixing’s relationship you don’t need many words. You don’t have to be a genius to figure them out, it’s actually pretty simple.
It goes down like this.
The door is rushed open and through it the couple comes; Yixing first, opening it, and Yifan following. After his boyfriend makes his way into their apartment, Yixing slams the door and dumps the keys on their coffee table. The taller man glances at the smaller walking towards their shared bedroom. He knows something is not right, he knows his Xing like the palm of his own hand. So Yifan follows the other and he notices, by the closed bathroom door, that Yixing has locked himself inside the restroom. He knocks carefully.
“Xing?” he asks. No response. Another knock. “Baby, are you there?” of course Yixing is there. Besides that bathroom there is nowhere the other could have evaded to. Yifan gives communication another chance. “You were quiet in the car, is everything alright?”.
When Yixing leaves the bathroom, he does it with lots of theatricality and eyes of a hawk. He glares at Yifan and takes a few steps forward, forcing his boyfriend to take the same amount of steps back.
“Do not call me that” he warns and the bathroom door closes with a thud, giving Yixing the cue to walk out of the room. Yifan just wonders. And he also frowns.
“What? Call you what?” he follows the other male all the way to the kitchen, where Yixing was focused in washing a glass at the sink. “Xing? Wh-” he breathes, pinching his nose. He knows his Yixing just fine, and sassing while the other is pissed is never a good idea. “Yixing, what’s wrong?”.
Suddenly, Yixing turns to Yifan and faces him challengingly. “Don’t call me baby” he explains, filling the empty glass with water. The taller could only frown. What can Yifan do against Yixing if it isn’t frowning? “The title doesn’t fit me, does it?” the other completes after drinking the water and narrows his eyes at Yifan, affronting. He doesn’t wait for an answer and drags himself to the living room, turning the TV on.
“What? What are you talking about?” Yifan asks, once again following Yixing on the heels.
Yixing doesn’t even face him when he replies “You know, I don’t even know why you came home with me, since Baekhyun was still at the pub when we left”.
The taller blonde makes a weird sound at his boyfriend’s answer. Kinda like a dog crying. Or something. “Baekhyun?” he asks stunned.
“Don’t try to fool me, Yifan!” it’s the retort he receives and Yixing finally faces him. “I saw you flirting with him! Quite ashamedly, I might add, since Chanyeol was right there!”.
Watching Yixing’s eyes catch on fire and his breath flinch heavily, realization just fell. That arising rage taking control of the smaller man like wildfire… That was victory. The boy was, once again, jealous. A tiny smile fades in Yifan’s face too quick for even him to notice.
It was said before that anyone could figure Yifan and Yixing out. Well, the first thing you need to know is that their relationship is moved by jealousy. Today, Yixing is jealous.
And where the hell does Baekhyun fit? The boy is Yifan’s best friend’s boyfriend. Yifan is certain that the day he had most feared has finally come. Yixing has gone crazy.
While his boyfriend throws the television remote control on the couch and walks towards the bedroom again, Yifan can only follow unable to utter a single word.
“You shouldn’t even mind me,” Yixing continues sarcastically, opening the closet door and grabbing his pajamas pants “Just ignore my presence, but at least respect your friend!”.
“You lost your mind!” Yifan, incapable of bearing another second quietly, snaps. “You’ve gone completely crazy!” Yixing, which had already changed into his grey pajama pants, challenges him with a finger pointed to his boyfriend’s chest.
“Don’t you dare calling me crazy! You’re a man whore!” he yells.
Yifan feels like his skin is being slowly peeled by sharp claws, so he closes his fists onto his hair and pulls it in frustration, letting out a snarl.
Yixing starts walking one more time, giving a rat’s ass at the other’s anger “MAN WHORE!” he screams, finding a destination in the couch.
“You’re insane!” Yifan’s voice sounds distant but approaching. “You’re blinded by your insanity!”
When his boyfriend finally arrives at the living room, Yixing stands from his sitting position to confront the other, who at this point had his whole face burning red.
“Oh no, Yifan, I’m not blind! See, my eyes are WIDE OPEN!” he screams.
Their small apartment complex has only 4 apartments and 4 inhabitants. Yifan and Yixing are 2 of them; Luhan, Yixing’s best friend, is their neighbor; and a nice middle-aged divorced woman lives below them. The apartment next to hers is vague because the family living in it was apparently looking for some place less agitated.
The people living in the same building as the couple are sort of used to their quarrels. However, the dwellers in the next building are not.
“STOP SCREAMING YOU STUPID FAG!” someone shouts from the neighbor building. Yixing rushes towards the balcony and shouts back:
“SHUT UP YOU HOMOPHOBIC ASS FACE!”
Yifan thinks he’s had enough, and since Yixing managed to piss him off, Yixing has to deal with the consequences. He steps into the balcony and grabs his boyfriend by the waist, dragging Yixing inside and throwing him into the couch. Yifan closes the balcony entrance and locks it.
“Don’t you fucking touch me” Yixing breathes and stands from the couch.
“Or what?” Yifan challenges, knowing exactly what was coming next.
“You…” his boyfriend slaps him in the head “sadistic…” more slaps, now his face “fucking…” hair pulls “bitch…” and then he grabs Yixing by his wrists halting the aggressions. The other glares at him. “I hate you”
“No you don’t” Yifan disagrees. He is so damn used to Yixing hating him; Yixing hates him every day.
“Yes I do” it seems like the argument with the neighbor plus the slapping session drained all of Yixing’s energies. His retort is faltering and he doesn’t even face Yifan anymore “You keep flirting with people, you have no respect…”
“You know I wasn’t flirting” Yifan takes Yixing’s weariness as an advantage and cautiously wraps his arms around the smaller waist.
“Yes you were” Yixing eyes him with a pained expression. He lingers, downing his look briefly and snorts a despondent laugh. “You always do. Why did you have to make that unnecessary comment about his butt?”
“It was a harmless comment, baby” Yifan wants to laugh, but he know he can’t. Now that Yixing has finally managed to calm down; he can’t bring the strife back to its heat. He decides to runs his hand through the other’s hair instead, but Yixing shoves it away annoyed. “I lov- hey,” he caresses Yixing’s ear lovingly, bringing the smaller to look up “I love you”.
Yixing doesn’t seem convinced, sustaining his look on Yifan’s face, waiting for the blonde to falter. His arms, trapped into the tight grip of their bodies, now find a gap and his fingers draw on Yifan’s chest.
“I’m sorry I called you a man whore”. Yifan lets out a weak laugh.
“It’s ok. Now don’t ever say that about Baekhyun again. If Chanyeol listens to you he might actually think I was flirting with his boyfriend”. He cups Yixing’s small face and approaches, pecking his boyfriend’s nose and seeing him frown cutely.
“You were”
“No I wasn’t”
“I saw it”
“God! Shut up already, will you?”.
Yixing doesn’t flinch when Yifan kisses him. Instead, he wraps his arms around the other’s neck and kisses back.
Yifan doesn’t admit it, but the truth is that he did flirt with Baekhyun. Not because he is a man whore without a drop of respect for his best friend; he just likes to see that fire on Yixing’s eyes when he is consumed with jealousy.
Another thing that Yifan would never admit is that he is worse than Yixing when it comes to jealousy. And when it’s him on the spotlight, things are not that funny.
“Come on, Yifan, let’s go” Chanyeol voice keeps begging somewhere near him slightly mixed with the loud music beat, but he can’t actually listen to it. His eyes are focusing something way more interesting. And outraging. “You don’t wanna do this; it will only worsen the situation”.
His eyes are narrowed, the place is poorly lightened and there is a fuck load of people inside of it, yet, he can still see them from where he and Chanyeol are standing.
“You can call him first thing in the morning. Not now, not like this. Come on, man” and then Chanyeol touches his shoulder. Yifan doesn’t know what triggers him. If it’s Chanyeol’s touch or the smile the pink-haired brat gives Yixing. Next thing he’s walking towards them and his steps are precise. He hears Chanyeol’s “dammit” but chooses to ignore it.
“Get the fuck away from him” he blurts out. His clenched teeth could not prevent his lips from trembling and Yifan doesn’t think he’s ever felt this angry. The two faces studying his own doesn’t seem too surprised; he thinks between the smiles and the sneak knee touches Yixing might have spotted him.
“Don’t leave” the other tells he pink-haired boy, turning to face Yifan afterwards. Yixing has seen that look on the taller man’s face before. At any other situation, that look would have meant victory for the brunette but not tonight. Tonight Yifan is jealous and he doesn’t have any right to be “You leave”.
“Don’t make me remove you from this sit, boy, just leave” the tone on Yifan’s voice isn’t enough to make the boy flinch. His face shows no reactions while staring and there isn’t even certainty that he’s listening. So Yifan decides to make himself clear by threateningly approaching and grabbing the boy by his shirt’s collar.
“Yifan!” the warning tone in Yixing’s voice goes unnoticed.
“You’re leaving this right instant. I don’t break kids, but I think I can teach the stupid ones a lesson” he hisses, releasing the boy from his grip and stepping back to watch the pink-haired adjusting his shirt and getting up from his seat.
“We can talk later, Yixing” he spares Yixing a glance and leaves, probably deciding to be smart and not to go against Yifan.
When the boy is nowhere in sight, Chanyeol touches his shoulder and Yifan turns around to look at his friend. “Hey… I’m… I’m heading home” Yifan can tell by his friend’s expression that Chanyeol is worried about what stupidity the older would do next. “Be reasonable” and leaves Yifan in company of a very irritated Yixing (that isn’t even looking at his boyfriend).
They aren’t speaking on their way home, as usual.
It all started three days ago when Yifan made the displeasing decision of throwing an extremely unnecessary comment about the way his boyfriend uses his hair. Of course he loves Yixing’s hair, he loves everything about the short brunette; but there’s something about the way his boyfriend’s eyes glisten in anger that makes his heart pump faster. He loves teasing Yixing, so that’s why he blurts a half-hearted “You should cut your hair, you’re starting to look like a hobo”. It’s enough for the other to make his way out of the apartment.
“Where are you going?”
“OUT!”
“Where out?”
“I don’t know! Wherever a strange would fuck me and my hobo hair!”
He knows Yixing’s not serious, he never is. But still, he calls Chanyeol with a “Yixing’s mad” and drags his friend on the familiar quest for his boyfriend.
Finding Yixing is definitely not a problem, he knows all his boyfriend’s escape routes.
“You’re still mad at me?” he tries, not even receiving a glance back. “I’ll take that as a yes”
“Yes, Yifan, I’m mad at you” Yixing lets out seemingly tired. A foreigner to their routine could say Yixing liked having an argument - or worse - with his boyfriend on a daily basis; what was completely untrue. He was tired of solving problems out of growls and yells. “When I’m not? I’m always mad at you!”
“Stop yelling!”
“NO!” Yixing glares, stepping closer in a slow pace “I WON’T! BECAUSE YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT AND WHEN I-”
Yifan is done with all the shrieking, so he fists Yixing’s hair and snaps lips on his. The younger tries to disentangle and kick him, but Yifan wraps an arm around his waist and locks their bodies impossibly close. Slowly, Yixing gives up, replacing punches to his palm flat on his boyfriend’s stomach.
He breaks the kiss and eyes the younger, receiving one of those cute scowls Yixing gives him when Yifan accomplishes blowing his anger bubble.
“I hate you” Yixing says.
He hums “You love hating me”
“I do. I love you too”
“I know”
1,6k words; lips like yours
Yifan finds it very hard to concentrate on whatever crap Luhan is rambling on about when a highly pornographic picture draws itself right beneath his nose. This may be classified as S-Rank in a scale of sinful things the human race should wary. The way the boy’s tongue moistens his lips just so the teeth won’t bruise when he bites on the lower one has quite an intriguing effect on Yifan. When a tall man steps forward in line to make his order, the red-haired attendant listens and nods in recognition, turning his body to let his co-worker know the customer’s order. He returns to receive a few crumpled notes from the tall man and check its value, handing the man his change and telling him to wait in the other line with a genuine smile.
There. Right there.
That stupid smile; what was that for? Just so that undeniably cute dimple shows and the whole perishes? Or maybe so his lips would quirk in that way that shapes his eyes into a pair of half-crescent moons. Yifan can’t understand what’s on the kid’s mind. He should know the way he acts brings consequences to himself, he just needs to stop being so damn reckless. If only he realizes how dangerously short is the distance between them.
Yixing’s eyes dart to where they’re sitting more than often. It’s like Yifan’s table is a mandatory stop for his every gaze shifting, eyes timidly prying over and lips unconsciously forming a pout - consequently increasing Yifan’s need of biting and licking his mouth.
Yixing is always looking, but not even once has he locked eyes with Yifan.
“Yifan?” Luhan’s trivial voice and the even more insignificant things he says suddenly bring Yifan back to his reality (unfortunately). “Are you even listening to what I’m saying or is eyefucking Yixing more important?”
Fucking Luhan, he thinks angrily. There he is, talking on and on about how the new Donald Duck curtains he’s got are of poor quality while Yixing, the cutest combination of the most heavenly pure and deviously fierce creatures Yifan has ever seen is practically sobbing for his attention. Who even gives a fuck about Donald Duck when there’s a porn-level mouth pouting at him?
Plus, Luhan has to think twice before asking Yifan such questions. “Eyefucking definitely” he gets a defeated sigh in response “Just look at him. Look at those lips… See how he licks it before biting it?” albeit Yifan knows he looks shamefully horny as he talks about the cashier guy, he can’t bring himself to care anymore.
“Fuck” he hisses when something seemingly funny is said somewhere near Yixing and the boy lets out a light laugh, running both hands through the soft-looking red hair before giving a quick glance to Yifan and Luhan’s table. It’s like his every action cast different spells over Yifan and he has no control of it. Especially when the damned boy decides to trap his lower lip between his thumb and index fingers. “Fuck no”
“You know he’s not looking at you, right?” because Luhan is this selfish and obnoxious. He never fails to remind Yifan that he is the object of little Yixing’s affections and even when he’s rejected the boy for what it seems like a thousand times, the kid is always chasing him.
Like when he decides to take a break and come over.
He approaches quite restrainedly, cheeks flushed and dimple pronounced from the way the locks his jaw in apprehension. Yifan wants to cradle him.
“Hi gege” the boy’s eyes watch Luhan with anxiety as the other merely shifts his crossed leg, blinking nonchalantly. “Uh- I brought you some Bubble Tea... Taro… Right?”
The blonde baby-faced devil is fast in taking the drink from Yixing’s hands and stabbing the plastic with the straw “Thanks” that’s all he says.
Yixing bringing Bubble Tea everytime Luhan appears at the coffee house is a regular thing (and even if Yifan is always around, he’s never blessed with the free drink); the cashier boy just keep coming over and trying to catch gege’s eyes and it’s always painful because Luhan is a bastard and Yifan wants to forget they’re best friends and kick his groins and yank Yixing away and shove him against a wall and just yell and keep yelling until the understands that Luhan is a bastard.
Then he would grab his face and bite those delicious looking lips.
The boy stands in front of them for seemingly good five minutes and the expression on his face is almost enough to get Yifan fulfilling his wishes. The lips… Everything is about the lips. Yixing licks it and leaves his mouth slightly gaping, the glisten of the recent moisturizing severely tempting. Yifan just can’t understand how he’s not doing any of that on purpose; how can that pout not be on purpose?
“Luhan-ge-” he’s just gathered enough courage to talk again when Luhan suddenly stands up, slurping the Bubble Tea and sparing the boy one last uninterested look before turning to Yifan.
“Let’s leave” he suggests curly and walks out, not even waiting for Yifan to answer.
For a while, he keeps shifting his gaze from Yixing to Luhan, not having a clue of what to do next. Should he approach the small red-haired boy (that looked so pitiful with his sadly frowned eyebrows and major agape) or follow his best friend?
Turns out he doesn’t even have to decide as Yixing pays him no attention and turns on his heels, making his way back to the register. Yifan puffs incredulous, having no other option than just following Luhan; he can hardly believe how invisible he seems to be.
“Won’t harm you smile at him” he says as soon as he reaches his friend outside the café. Luhan snorts in disdain and tosses the empty Bubble Tea cup in the nearest thrash can.
“It will when I’m trying to get rid of him” his worst-choice-for-a-best-friend answers. “Besides, he’s not that interesting. Maybe he’s just needy, you know.”
Luhan’s words act as a brake to Yifan’s feet. He stops walking and gives his mind a time to wonder about needy Yixing and the boy’s juicy lips… And suddenly Yifan has a whole scenario in his mind where Yixing is half naked on his lap and they’re kissing ferociously while saliva coats their lips.
“Yifan?” Luhan’s voice brings him back once again.
“Hey, you know what? Go ahead. I’ll call you later” he briefly informs before running back to the coffee house. He listens to Luhan’s screams of something obviously non-important and chooses to ignore.
Yifan walks in line and buries his hands in his pockets, trying to contain the excitement from finally deciding to stand up for his feelings (or his cravings for Yixing’s lips and smooth neck and sweet collarbones and his whole fucking body). When it’s Yifan’s turn to order, the angelic red-haired boy welcomes him with a half-heartedly smile that shows his dimple nevertheless.
“Good evening” his soft voice says “What can I get you?”
That sentence is almost teasing him and Yifan feels the power of restraining all five weeks of pent-up frustrations slowly leaving his body, and then he can’t help it.
“Your lips,” he starts; half-lidded eyes and teeth brushing over his lower lip “can I nibble it?”
The instant frown on Yixing’s face is nearly cute; the boy takes a precautious step back and stares at Yifan as if considering him being mentally ill. This is a completely different reaction from what he’s pictured.
His mind, that twisted mind of his, had totally pictured an adorable blush coloring Yixing’s features and his glossy lips literally inviting Yifan over.
“What?” he falters.
“Your mouth is so gorgeous…” Yifan breathes, eyes intently gazing at the object of his fantasies. He’s not actually paying attention to the considerably long line that has formed behind him, but Yixing seems to catch a scowling customer. The boy shifts in his position and unconsciously licks his lips (Yifan wants to believe it was unconsciously).
“I’m sorry, if you’re not ordering step out of line, please” he says straightforwardly, watching Yifan’s expression changing from arousal to pain in a matter of seconds.
“Come on, Yixing, you don’t treat Luhan like this, do you?” the boy deadpans at the comment and Yifan is sure he’s trying to find a relation. Yixing looks like he’s about to ask ‘who are you?’ and the thought of still being not known by that guy albeit would totally kill Yifan’s mood in another occasion does no such thing. Yifan is persistent; he’s spent five months just watching Yixing and finally has the chance to talk to the boy without Luhan’s presence interfering in the boy’s cognition ability. He’s not planning on giving up anytime soon.
But apparently Yixing is out of patience and shows a less nice side as he tells Yifan to “Step out of line” receiving support from a few customers who still waits in line.
It backfires as Yifan smirks amusedly, leaning over the counter and whispering in a velvet voice “Uh, feisty” he can say it took the boy by surprise when Yixing blushes violently and averts his eyes from the other’s gaze before an overwhelming wave of anger seems to take over him.
“Get the fuck out of here before I call security” his voice is strained and his words a little short, but when Yixing brings himself to look at Yifan and lock their gazes.
“Ok” he gives up, throwing arms up and smirking while stepping out of line, eyes never leaving Yixing’s “But I’ll be back. I’ll come back every day until you say I can kiss you. And trust me... You will want to kiss me”
a/n: thank you for reading! i've been working on smothing,
so look forward! ♥
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