[exo] help me & neat freak || drabbles
⇢ exo ; wufan/yixing, sehun/yixing ; pg-13 ; 560, 340
⇢ two random drabbles i wrote in 30 minutes ;_;
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help me
wufan/yixing
“well, isn’t this awkward?” luhan whispers to wufan as they stand at the door of a practice room. wufan nods, afraid his voice might give them away.
luhan had been looking for his boyfriend earlier on in the day and wufan just so happened to be doing the same. after agreeing that two pairs of eyes were better than one, they decided to join forces to find their lost lovers and after walking through hallway after hallway, they arrive at a practice room on the far end of the building.
“i didn’t know there was a practice room here,” luhan had said as they pushed the door open, both gasping quietly at the sight inside.
yixing was pressed up against the mirror with sehun’s arms beside his head, trapping him in place. wufan sees sehun’s mouth move and yixing visibly gulps, looking very uncomfortable. sehun then leans closer towards yixing, mouth stopping an inch away from yixing’s ear. sehun talk again and wufan wonders how the younger is still alive after being the victim of wufan’s glare for the past three minutes.
“you should get your boyfriend away from mine,” wufan growls and was about to storm over and yank sehun away from yixing when yixing’s laughter bounces off the walls of the practice room.
“hyung, you laughed again! stop that!” sehun whines and lands onto the floor with a thud. “we’ve been doing this for an hour now!”
“i’m so sorry, sehun! your lisp just makes it too hilarious to not laugh!” yixing says through fits of laughter and lands onto the floor as well, clutching his stomach. “that is so not going to turn luhan on, oh god.”
wufan hears luhan chuckling beside him and he raises his eyebrow. what the fuck is going on.
“hyung, you’re supposed to be supporting me not laugh at me!” sehun groans and slaps yixing’s back.
“hey, don’t hit my boyfriend,” wufan says without thinking and quickly covers his mouth. “shit.”
“great, you gave us away wufan!” luhan exclaims, scowling at the other before walking to the middle of the room. wufan follows the elder with his hand still over his mouth but makes eye contact with his boyfriend.
“lulu!” sehun beams and rushes to hug his boyfriend. “how long have you guys been here for?”
“long enough,” luhan chuckles and pats sehun’s head. “stop staring at yixing like that, wufan. you’re scaring him.”
“we weren’t doing anything!” yixing blurts out and scurries to a corner far away from wufan.
“yeah, i asked yixing hyung for some help,” sehun beams and places his chin on luhan’s shoulder.
“what exactly did you need help in?” wufan asks sehun without breaking his eye contact with yixing.
“whenever you whisper into his ears he always shivers and groans so i had thought maybe i could do that to lulu. i wasn’t sure if it’d work out so i asked yixing hyung to help me,” sehun states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “i wanted to see if i had the same affect.”
“would you like the pro to show you how it’s done, sehun?” wufan smirks and laughs when he sees yixing whimper in his corner.
“yes!”
“oh god, no! get away from me wufan!” yixing shouts and tries to run out the room with no success. he’s going to have a rough day.
neat freak
sehun/yixing
prompt: exo generator: sehun/lay - neat freak
sehun can’t decide whether to punch yixing or…well punch him. don’t get him wrong, he loves yixing but sometimes the older man can be a handful when it comes to being tidy and keeping his room clean.
yixing was a neat freak. sehun really didn’t understand why his hyung was so uptight about keeping his room tidy. as long as he can find the things he needed, it’s fine right?
“hyung, would you please stop running back and forth cleaning our room?” sehun whines from his spot on his bed where he has been sitting for the past hour. “it was fine before.”
“it was fine before, sehunnie? your clothes were everywhere! you even had a t-shirt on your bookshelf! how in the world did that get there?” yixing squeaks as he points towards sehun’s diesel boxer which was hanging on top of the open closet door.
“i think that was your fault, hyung,” sehun says and grins when yixing goes red. “i’m pretty sure you were the one who threw that there.”
“i did no such thing,” yixing stutters and quickly goes to sort out sehun’s desk drawer.
sehun laughs and gets up to wrap his arms around the elders waist. “i’m pretty sure you threw that there last night while you were begging for me to hurry.”
yixing flails and pushes sehun away from him. “did not!”
“fine but hyung, why don’t you stop cleaning? i’m bored.”
“no, go play with luhan or something, sehun. i’m going to finish cleaning this dumpster,” yixing says after getting rid of the blush on his face.
“but i don’t want to play with luhan. i want to play with you,” sehun snickers and wraps his arms around the others waist again before nibbling on the lobe of yixing’s ear. “unless you really want me to go play with luhan.”
“sehun…” yixing moans as sehun’s right hand slowly crawl up yixing’s stomach. sehun chuckles and pulls yixing back onto his bed.
“i guess cleaning has got to wait,” yixing breathes out and kisses sehun.
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help me
wufan/yixing
“well, isn’t this awkward?” luhan whispers to wufan as they stand at the door of a practice room. wufan nods, afraid his voice might give them away.
luhan had been looking for his boyfriend earlier on in the day and wufan just so happened to be doing the same. after agreeing that two pairs of eyes were better than one, they decided to join forces to find their lost lovers and after walking through hallway after hallway, they arrive at a practice room on the far end of the building.
“i didn’t know there was a practice room here,” luhan had said as they pushed the door open, both gasping quietly at the sight inside.
yixing was pressed up against the mirror with sehun’s arms beside his head, trapping him in place. wufan sees sehun’s mouth move and yixing visibly gulps, looking very uncomfortable. sehun then leans closer towards yixing, mouth stopping an inch away from yixing’s ear. sehun talk again and wufan wonders how the younger is still alive after being the victim of wufan’s glare for the past three minutes.
“you should get your boyfriend away from mine,” wufan growls and was about to storm over and yank sehun away from yixing when yixing’s laughter bounces off the walls of the practice room.
“hyung, you laughed again! stop that!” sehun whines and lands onto the floor with a thud. “we’ve been doing this for an hour now!”
“i’m so sorry, sehun! your lisp just makes it too hilarious to not laugh!” yixing says through fits of laughter and lands onto the floor as well, clutching his stomach. “that is so not going to turn luhan on, oh god.”
wufan hears luhan chuckling beside him and he raises his eyebrow. what the fuck is going on.
“hyung, you’re supposed to be supporting me not laugh at me!” sehun groans and slaps yixing’s back.
“hey, don’t hit my boyfriend,” wufan says without thinking and quickly covers his mouth. “shit.”
“great, you gave us away wufan!” luhan exclaims, scowling at the other before walking to the middle of the room. wufan follows the elder with his hand still over his mouth but makes eye contact with his boyfriend.
“lulu!” sehun beams and rushes to hug his boyfriend. “how long have you guys been here for?”
“long enough,” luhan chuckles and pats sehun’s head. “stop staring at yixing like that, wufan. you’re scaring him.”
“we weren’t doing anything!” yixing blurts out and scurries to a corner far away from wufan.
“yeah, i asked yixing hyung for some help,” sehun beams and places his chin on luhan’s shoulder.
“what exactly did you need help in?” wufan asks sehun without breaking his eye contact with yixing.
“whenever you whisper into his ears he always shivers and groans so i had thought maybe i could do that to lulu. i wasn’t sure if it’d work out so i asked yixing hyung to help me,” sehun states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “i wanted to see if i had the same affect.”
“would you like the pro to show you how it’s done, sehun?” wufan smirks and laughs when he sees yixing whimper in his corner.
“yes!”
“oh god, no! get away from me wufan!” yixing shouts and tries to run out the room with no success. he’s going to have a rough day.
neat freak
sehun/yixing
prompt: exo generator: sehun/lay - neat freak
sehun can’t decide whether to punch yixing or…well punch him. don’t get him wrong, he loves yixing but sometimes the older man can be a handful when it comes to being tidy and keeping his room clean.
yixing was a neat freak. sehun really didn’t understand why his hyung was so uptight about keeping his room tidy. as long as he can find the things he needed, it’s fine right?
“hyung, would you please stop running back and forth cleaning our room?” sehun whines from his spot on his bed where he has been sitting for the past hour. “it was fine before.”
“it was fine before, sehunnie? your clothes were everywhere! you even had a t-shirt on your bookshelf! how in the world did that get there?” yixing squeaks as he points towards sehun’s diesel boxer which was hanging on top of the open closet door.
“i think that was your fault, hyung,” sehun says and grins when yixing goes red. “i’m pretty sure you were the one who threw that there.”
“i did no such thing,” yixing stutters and quickly goes to sort out sehun’s desk drawer.
sehun laughs and gets up to wrap his arms around the elders waist. “i’m pretty sure you threw that there last night while you were begging for me to hurry.”
yixing flails and pushes sehun away from him. “did not!”
“fine but hyung, why don’t you stop cleaning? i’m bored.”
“no, go play with luhan or something, sehun. i’m going to finish cleaning this dumpster,” yixing says after getting rid of the blush on his face.
“but i don’t want to play with luhan. i want to play with you,” sehun snickers and wraps his arms around the others waist again before nibbling on the lobe of yixing’s ear. “unless you really want me to go play with luhan.”
“sehun…” yixing moans as sehun’s right hand slowly crawl up yixing’s stomach. sehun chuckles and pulls yixing back onto his bed.
“i guess cleaning has got to wait,” yixing breathes out and kisses sehun.
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