fanfiction | exo : they said to grow up
title: they said to grow up
genre: comfort ;; fluff
pairing(s): tao x kris
word count: 614
rating: g
notes: IT WAS MEANT TO BE MORE DEEP THAN THIS AND IT TURNS INTO SOMEWHAT FLUFF FLUFF THAT I DON'T COMPREHEND. IDEK... What is my life any more?
You find him curled up on his bed, body wrapped up in a cocoon of a blanket, shoulders shaking. You would have dismissed any excessive worries, because he’s the maknae and he’s the one who misses home the most - you don’t even know where yours is anymore, here or in Canada - except you find yourself grabbing onto the back of a chair when you stumble over a stray panda toy. You pick it up, staring, eyebrows furrowed, at the toy and you raise your gaze back to his bed, only to find it devoid of the usual mountain of black and white stuffed toys.
And it’s in that instance that you hurry over to the maknae, wrapping arms around his trembling form, even as he tries in vain to escape, and your eyes scour the room, looking for the missing toys.
‘Tao…’
You receive a sniffle in reply.
‘Tao, where’s your pandas?’
You hear a muffled string of words but don’t actually catch any of the garbled Chinese.
‘Tao?’
‘... I threw them away.’
You’re stunned into silence, because never in the year he’s known the younger man had he ever thrown away any of his toys, despite the excessive pleadings from his hyungs that they’re taking up too much space in the dorm, especially in the two months they’ve debuted. So now you don’t know why, don’t know what had compelled him to do something he’d previously fought, sometimes even physically, to no do.
‘Why?’
‘I’m too old for toys. I’m too old to be playing with pandas,’ he states, attempting to squirm his way out of the tight hold you have on him. ‘I shouldn’t touch you. Please let go.’
You sigh but you don’t release him, instead pulling him closer until he’s half lying on top of you.
‘Who said that to you?’
…
‘No-one…’
By the slight lilt at the end of his answers, you know he’s lying, and you press him to answer truthfully, feeling anger and annoyance building up within you.
‘Someone.’
‘Who? Someone, who?’
‘On the internet.’
Your eyebrows furrow further, as you silently promise to make them pay, and he sense it, laying a hand on your knee.
‘Don’t do anything. You don’t need to do anything,’ he says, pulling himself out of the embrace you’d held him in for the past fifteen minutes, this time successfully. ‘I had to grow up someday.’
And you scowl even more, if it were possibly, muttering curses under your breath.
‘Oh no, no you don’t. You’ll always be our maknae. No-one forces you to grow up. Especially not people on the internet who have never met you. They’re just being petty and stupid, and jealous of your Ku- Wushu. Besides, you’re already quite mature, don’t listen to them. 他們只是在吃醋. Just grow up when you want to, not that there’s much growing up to do.’ You look down at the panda still in your lap, and smirk. ‘In some ways.’
A moment of silence washes over the two of you.
‘Thanks, ge. Except I didn’t understand half of it, since you said half of it in English or something.’
He gives a tentative smile, and you feel the corners of your lips also pull upwards slightly, because you know and Tao knows, and the rest of EXO knows, and half the world knows that you can’t help but spew out a half garbles mix of English and Mandarin and Cantonese and Korean.
‘Don’t let them throw your toys again, or stop you talking to us, or something stupid like that. And Tao, I don’t really think the wardrobe counts as throwing them away.’
他們只是在吃醋 = (lit.) they're just eating vinegar = (idiom) they're just jealous
I don't know why I put it in Chinese; there's not really much significance to it relative to the story, I just prefer the sound of the Chinese over simply 'they're just jelly'~ >_<
I really need to stop this verbal diarrhoea I'm having rn. orz
genre: comfort ;; fluff
pairing(s): tao x kris
word count: 614
rating: g
notes: IT WAS MEANT TO BE MORE DEEP THAN THIS AND IT TURNS INTO SOMEWHAT FLUFF FLUFF THAT I DON'T COMPREHEND. IDEK... What is my life any more?
You find him curled up on his bed, body wrapped up in a cocoon of a blanket, shoulders shaking. You would have dismissed any excessive worries, because he’s the maknae and he’s the one who misses home the most - you don’t even know where yours is anymore, here or in Canada - except you find yourself grabbing onto the back of a chair when you stumble over a stray panda toy. You pick it up, staring, eyebrows furrowed, at the toy and you raise your gaze back to his bed, only to find it devoid of the usual mountain of black and white stuffed toys.
And it’s in that instance that you hurry over to the maknae, wrapping arms around his trembling form, even as he tries in vain to escape, and your eyes scour the room, looking for the missing toys.
‘Tao…’
You receive a sniffle in reply.
‘Tao, where’s your pandas?’
You hear a muffled string of words but don’t actually catch any of the garbled Chinese.
‘Tao?’
‘... I threw them away.’
You’re stunned into silence, because never in the year he’s known the younger man had he ever thrown away any of his toys, despite the excessive pleadings from his hyungs that they’re taking up too much space in the dorm, especially in the two months they’ve debuted. So now you don’t know why, don’t know what had compelled him to do something he’d previously fought, sometimes even physically, to no do.
‘Why?’
‘I’m too old for toys. I’m too old to be playing with pandas,’ he states, attempting to squirm his way out of the tight hold you have on him. ‘I shouldn’t touch you. Please let go.’
You sigh but you don’t release him, instead pulling him closer until he’s half lying on top of you.
‘Who said that to you?’
…
‘No-one…’
By the slight lilt at the end of his answers, you know he’s lying, and you press him to answer truthfully, feeling anger and annoyance building up within you.
‘Someone.’
‘Who? Someone, who?’
‘On the internet.’
Your eyebrows furrow further, as you silently promise to make them pay, and he sense it, laying a hand on your knee.
‘Don’t do anything. You don’t need to do anything,’ he says, pulling himself out of the embrace you’d held him in for the past fifteen minutes, this time successfully. ‘I had to grow up someday.’
And you scowl even more, if it were possibly, muttering curses under your breath.
‘Oh no, no you don’t. You’ll always be our maknae. No-one forces you to grow up. Especially not people on the internet who have never met you. They’re just being petty and stupid, and jealous of your Ku- Wushu. Besides, you’re already quite mature, don’t listen to them. 他們只是在吃醋. Just grow up when you want to, not that there’s much growing up to do.’ You look down at the panda still in your lap, and smirk. ‘In some ways.’
A moment of silence washes over the two of you.
‘Thanks, ge. Except I didn’t understand half of it, since you said half of it in English or something.’
He gives a tentative smile, and you feel the corners of your lips also pull upwards slightly, because you know and Tao knows, and the rest of EXO knows, and half the world knows that you can’t help but spew out a half garbles mix of English and Mandarin and Cantonese and Korean.
‘Don’t let them throw your toys again, or stop you talking to us, or something stupid like that. And Tao, I don’t really think the wardrobe counts as throwing them away.’
他們只是在吃醋 = (lit.) they're just eating vinegar = (idiom) they're just jealous
I don't know why I put it in Chinese; there's not really much significance to it relative to the story, I just prefer the sound of the Chinese over simply 'they're just jelly'~ >_<
I really need to stop this verbal diarrhoea I'm having rn. orz