tangled with you
title: tangled with you
pairing: wufan/yixing
rating: pg
length: 2.1k
summary: they can really only trust each other. after all, who else has a superpower?
notes: written for orange unicorns !!! the yixing ships project c:
(((( I tried to make it a cheesy fluffy bff au I'm sorry it failed ;n; this is the product of a six month writing hiatus please still enjoy!! ;u; ) ))
Wufan is clingy, a little known fact only Yixing has had the honour of experiencing personally. It was during science class where Wufan had been put in group C and was supposed to be on the other side of the room, not practically attached to the younger's hip as they did their project on elephants (Wufan had giraffes, not that he learnt anything about them that day).
Even when Yixing was being cornered by the class bully, a taller boy who liked poking Yixing's cheeks and sides too much because he was at that stage where his fat percentage favoured baby over lean. Wufan had taken all the pinches and prods that were more on the Able To Cause Bruising rather than Playful side.
"You should have just let them pinch me instead," Yixing had reprimanded Wufan, pulling him to the back area of the playground so they won't be seen.
"I can't let them hurt you!" Wufan tried complaining, and Yixing had shut him up with a light slap to the back of his head.
"I can take it, stupid. It's annoying having to concentrate this much to use my power on you when my body can just automatically heal any injuries I get."
Wufan had pouted the entire time after with his shirt pulled up, Yixing's left hand hovering over his bruises until they had disappeared.
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Yixing has known Wufan since they were babies, from even before they discovered Wufan could fly. Coincidentally, it was on the same day Yixing learnt he could heal too.
They had been playing in his backyard, Yixing watching from the ground as Wufan jumped on the trampoline his parents had just bought. He was already steadily building up height, until one bounce left him floating in the air instead of coming back down ("Laws of gravity, yeah freaking right," eight-year-old Wufan had gritted out.)
They had both stared at each other, reflections of the other's wide eyes and dropped jaws. Until Yixing had started clapping, a huge smile lighting up as his face as he pointed at his best friend, "You can fly! You can fly!"
Wufan didn't take it quite the same way, letting a fearful shriek rip from the back of his throat in his mid-air state before falling the five feet back onto the trampoline, bouncing off and hitting the ground (Yixing distinctively remembers the cracking of bone sounding quite loudly).
It had taken him no time at all to be right by his side, hand already outstretched and raised over his clutched arm as he repeated the same questions over and over.
"Are you okay, Wufan? Does it hurt, are you okay?"
Silvery wisps of light had appeared from the ends of his fingers, wrapping around Wufan's forearm. The pair of them had stared as the tendrils slowly faded.
"Can you... can you heal?" Wufan asked, raising his arm like it the bone had never broke in the first place. Yixing let out a grin.
"We gotta do this again!"
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By the time they're in high school, Wufan's already done ten hundred loops in the air, his favourite thing to do whenever him and Yixing find an empty abandoned field to practice.
Yixing's moved onto animals and plants as well, trying his hand on any wilting flowers in the area. His Saved Baby Birds count is at twelve, which isn't enough to erase the four that didn't make it, but he's still improving.
As far as they know, they're the only two in their whole school who have powers, so it's only expected that they keep to themselves. They enter grade nine glued to each other's sides, taking the same classes except for their non-academic activities.
Wufan brings up joining the track team, having been asked by their gym coach because not only is he standing at five foot ten at just fifteen, but he's seen his jumps.
"No, you can't," Yixing shakes his head, "it's basically cheating."
"How is it cheating?" Wufan's eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Because you'll just use your power to jump-" Yixing raises his fingers to air-quote, "and clear like ten feet."
Wufan grins, "It's not like anyone's going to know."
"I will," Yixing says, and Wufan sighs.
"Fine, I'll promise never to levitate and or fly." He holds out his hand, pinky finger outstretched, and Yixing hooks it in his own.
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Yixing supposes it comes in handy that his best friend knows how to fly. It helps whenever his parents have said no to having friends over, because Wufan can just fly in through the window instead of knocking at the front door.
It's become a game between them, whenever they head to Yixing's house after school because he's got the Xbox. They split at the fence in his garden, Yixing sprinting to the front door and saying a hasty, "hi mom!" when he enters before taking the stairs two at a time. He always ends up breathless when he reaches his room, collapsing on top of Wufan who's already got the Xbox booted up because it takes him thirty seconds less than Yixing to float up to the second floor.
"One of these days I'm going to beat you," Yixing wheezes out, and Wufan laughs, rolling him off.
"If you learnt how to teleport instead of heal, then yeah," he replies.
"Don't be so cocky," Yixing nudges him, "otherwise the next time you get a soccer ball to the face, I'm not touching you."
Wufan pouts, but then the opening screen for Lego Marvel Super Heroes flashes, and their conversation is swapped for, "shit, I wanted to be Ironman!" and, "suck it up, I was Hawkeye last time."
∞
Wufan doesn't normally remember his dreams. He gets a few images here and there when he wakes up, like faded snapshots blurring together, but by breakfast time they're all gone, his mind a blank.
It's a normal Monday night when he dreams about Yixing, the two of them sitting at the top of a ferris wheel with lights around. It's right before Dream Wufan leans in to kiss Dream Yixing that he suddenly wakes up, chest heaving and eyes wide open because thinking about kissing your best friend isn't usual.
By midday, the dream is still vivid in his mind, and Wufan starts to think maybe he wants it to be real instead.
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Wufan drops by one of Yixing's dance practices early, choosing to stand by the wall and watch, waiting for him to finish so they can head to the library like usual afterwards.
It's during their last run through that Yixing slips and lands badly on his ankle. He collapses to the floor, everyone immediately running to his side.
"Yixing, shit, are you okay?" Jongin, one of Yixing's close teammates asks, and he nods.
"It's okay, I can walk," he assures, trying to stand up. Wufan's right next to him, helping him up already because even though he knows Yixing will be right as rain in the next few minutes, he's still wobbly right now.
"You twisted your ankle nearly all the way around. You need to go to the hospital," Lu Han says, and Wufan tries to hide the smirk on his face.
"No, I'll be fine," Yixing mock-grimaces, adding a slight shake in his voice for effect. He sends a secret wink to Wufan, and he mentally applauds his friend for his acting; it's getting a lot better with each injury his body naturally heals.
In the end, Lu Han doesn't let it go until he personally comes with the both of them to hear the doctor's words on Yixing's condition. They try to distract him before a orthopedician comes in and scolds them for wasting their time on an ankle that is perfectly healthy. Wufan successfully manages to get Lu Han away with a fake phone call from the library about an "overdue book" before relaying the news to Yixing.
"The coast is clear," Wufan peeks his head around the door, and the younger grins before slipping his coat on.
"Nice, let's get out of here. I want a burger. Your treat."
"My treat?" Wufan's eyebrows rise.
"I think my acting was top notch today, don't you think that deserves a nice present?" Yixing cheekily smiles, spinning on his just-moments-ago twisted ankle without a hint of pain.
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Yixing's a lot more observant than Wufan is, which is why he's gripping the strap of his bag a little tighter than normal. Wufan is talking to Chanyeol, another track athlete, instead of coming his way so they can go home together like they always do.
It's not like he is Wufan's only friend, but that tiny surge of jealousy manages to creep in whenever he sees him laugh a little too loud at someone else's joke, or smile brightly like he practically only ever does with just Yixing.
He dismisses his green monster as being overprotective of his best friend. They have, after all, been together since they were born. Yixing makes a mental note to keep Wufan away from Chanyeol. And learn some new puns.
Maybe Yixing is clingy too.
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Wufan is already lying on Yixing’s bed when the latter finally comes home, his attention shifting to the door when he hears his footsteps in the hallway. He rolls over onto his front, voice muffled by the pillow when he tries to call for his friend.
“Yixing," he gargles.
"Shit, Wufan," Yixing clutches at his chest, trying to calm the increased beating of his heart, "you promised me no more climbing through the window."
"Well in my defense," Wufan raises a weak hand, "I didn't climb; I flew."
Yixing shoots him a look before dropping his bag by the closet and standing above him, arms crossed.
"So what is it this time?"
"Ankle," Wufan mumbles, raising his left leg up as Yixing frowns at him, walking to the end of the bed to look at the injury.
"Track?"
Wufan shakes his head, "Lacrosse."
"One of these days, someone's going to question how your injuries heal so quick."
"Not when I hide them so well," Wufan grins, and Yixing slaps the back of his head.
"Stop being so reckless, just because I can make you better than normal within minutes." He rolls the bottom of Wufan's pants down to look at his foot, a slight bruise already decorating the skin. There's a little swelling, and Yixing gently pokes the area, earning a grimace from the casualty.
"However," Wufan opens his mouth to argue, and Yixing dramatically sighs, "if I didn't get hurt this much, you would never get this much practice. So in a way, you're welcome."
Yixing narrows his eyes, and he lightly taps the bruise, watching Wufan's face contort again. "Don't try to be a smartass."
"I think I'm naturally just witty," Wufan replies.
"Sure," Yixing monotonously agrees, and he rolls up his sleeves, waving his left hand over Wufan's ankle. "Now shut up."
∞
Yixing is sitting in the bleachers at one of Wufan's track meet, to make sure he doesn't "accidentally" forget and levitate up. He knows Wufan's already got the skill to jump, based on his long legs and height, but his best friend is also an obnoxious asshole who loves attention.
And beating his past record for the fourth time in a row would definitely make him attention-worthy.
Yixing takes his book out, an item of necessity he's grown to need at Wufan's competitions because watching him make bars can't get any more entertaining, especially when there's no suspense of him not making the jump.
Wufan walks up to the starting line, getting in position. He takes a deep breath before the buzzer sounds and he sets off, long legs striding before he pushes off and leaps. He soars over the beam and lands back-first onto the mat, rolling backwards. Yixing doesn't realize he's been holding his breath until he hears the applause around him and he looks down to see his hands joining in. It's not anything special anymore, but Yixing is still proud as ever, his clapping an automatic response to Wufan's achievement.
Wufan manages to clear all the heights (Yixing doesn't really expect any less after the first three bars), getting the gold medal with a huge shit-eating grin Yixing knows is especially for him.
Yixing expects Wufan to be the very definition of Gloating when he runs to meet him afterwards with his medal, charming smile and wink all ready plastered on his face, not to be picked up and kissed straight on the mouth.
Wufan immediately pulls back, eyes wide with a hand over his lips.
"Shit, Yixing, I'm so sorr--shit, please don't freak out," Wufan stammers, because his best friend isn't saying anything.
But then Yixing places a finger on his lips, "Just shut up," and tiptoes up, lips barely centimetres away from Wufan's, within kissing distance.
So he kisses him back. And Wufan, he keeps kissing too.
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again I'm so sorry ;n;