[exo] just wait (i promise you everything is gonna be alright)
|| jongin x yixing | pg | general, fluff ||
warning: #HowToGrammar // disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended whatsoever.
summary: good things come to those who wait.
**
just wait (i promise you everything is gonna be alright) ;;
~
“Hyung, you know I love you right?”
Yixing looks over his shoulder to spare Jongin, who was leaning his hip against the doorframe, a quick customary glance before turning his attention back to the sink where some apples are waiting to be washed.
“Yeah sure,” he mumbles under his breath, “if you say so.”
Jongin frowns lightly at the obvious lack of attention he’s getting. “Haven’t your parents taught you that it’s rude to not face somebody when talking to him or her?”
“And didn’t yours tell you not to say something you don’t really mean?”
Yixing answers with a question of his own, turning around and wiping his wet hands on the back pockets of his jeans. He sends a small smile towards the younger boy and tilts his head to a side. “It’s not very nice to lie you know?”
“I’m not lying though?” Jongin says, straightening up and walking towards the washing area. “And I’m legitimately hurt that you think I am.”
Yixing takes one glance at the petulant look on the younger boy’s face, the full-on pout on that pair of full lips, and groans inwardly - pushing back the urge to press Jongin hard against the counter top and kiss him senseless right there and then.
Taking a deep breath in a bid to calm his accelerating heartbeat, Yixing lets a soft smile spread across his face and reaches up to playfully ruffle Jongin’s hair. “I’ll make it up to you tonight. Promise.”
“Tonight? Why not now?” Jongin asks as he watches the elder pick up the bowl of fruits. “I don’t think I’ll be able to survive that long,” he places a hand over his chest and starts swaying dramatically.
Yixing rolls his eyes and snorts. “Please, spare me the dramatics.”
He gently hip-checks Jongin on his way to the dining room, blue patterned porcelain bowl of fruits in his hands. “Luhan’s coming over for dinner in approximately an hour,” he places the kitchenware carefully on the table, “and we both know very well that one hour is definitely not enough for you.”
“So you’ll just have to be patient until tonight.”
Jongin drags his feet over and wraps his arms around the older boy, grinning when he feels Yixing lean back against him. He hooks a chin over a shoulder and murmurs softly, “Luhan hyung is coming over for dinner? Why?”
Yixing gives a slight shrug. “No particular reason. Oh and,” he pauses and turns in Jongin’s arms, “I invited Sehun too. You remember him, don’t you?”
Jongin raises an eyebrow. “Sehun? As in Oh Sehun, the kid you briefly dated back in senior year of high school,” he presses the older boy closer to him. “That Sehun?”
Yixing frowns but doesn’t push Jongin away. “Yes, that Sehun. Your childhood best friend, remember? You guys were inseparable, always doing strange funny things together.”
Jongin is silent for a moment.
“Yeah well, he stopped being my best friend the minute he decided he liked you too.”
Yixing laughs - eyes crinkling up into pretty half-moons, and wriggles out of Jongin’s embrace. “You’re being silly. Now, be useful and run over to Kyungsoo’s to pick up the food I ordered from him earlier. I’m too lazy to cook.”
Jongin gives him an exasperated look before nodding in resignation and heads for the door.
“Oh and Jongin?”
He looks back to see Yixing walking towards him with a feline smirk to his lips and a sparkle to his eyes.
The older boy grabs one of his butt cheeks and gives it an appreciative squeeze.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight. Promise.”
**
- i uhm..i dont really know what this is so yeah u_u
warning: #HowToGrammar // disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended whatsoever.
summary: good things come to those who wait.
**
just wait (i promise you everything is gonna be alright) ;;
~
“Hyung, you know I love you right?”
Yixing looks over his shoulder to spare Jongin, who was leaning his hip against the doorframe, a quick customary glance before turning his attention back to the sink where some apples are waiting to be washed.
“Yeah sure,” he mumbles under his breath, “if you say so.”
Jongin frowns lightly at the obvious lack of attention he’s getting. “Haven’t your parents taught you that it’s rude to not face somebody when talking to him or her?”
“And didn’t yours tell you not to say something you don’t really mean?”
Yixing answers with a question of his own, turning around and wiping his wet hands on the back pockets of his jeans. He sends a small smile towards the younger boy and tilts his head to a side. “It’s not very nice to lie you know?”
“I’m not lying though?” Jongin says, straightening up and walking towards the washing area. “And I’m legitimately hurt that you think I am.”
Yixing takes one glance at the petulant look on the younger boy’s face, the full-on pout on that pair of full lips, and groans inwardly - pushing back the urge to press Jongin hard against the counter top and kiss him senseless right there and then.
Taking a deep breath in a bid to calm his accelerating heartbeat, Yixing lets a soft smile spread across his face and reaches up to playfully ruffle Jongin’s hair. “I’ll make it up to you tonight. Promise.”
“Tonight? Why not now?” Jongin asks as he watches the elder pick up the bowl of fruits. “I don’t think I’ll be able to survive that long,” he places a hand over his chest and starts swaying dramatically.
Yixing rolls his eyes and snorts. “Please, spare me the dramatics.”
He gently hip-checks Jongin on his way to the dining room, blue patterned porcelain bowl of fruits in his hands. “Luhan’s coming over for dinner in approximately an hour,” he places the kitchenware carefully on the table, “and we both know very well that one hour is definitely not enough for you.”
“So you’ll just have to be patient until tonight.”
Jongin drags his feet over and wraps his arms around the older boy, grinning when he feels Yixing lean back against him. He hooks a chin over a shoulder and murmurs softly, “Luhan hyung is coming over for dinner? Why?”
Yixing gives a slight shrug. “No particular reason. Oh and,” he pauses and turns in Jongin’s arms, “I invited Sehun too. You remember him, don’t you?”
Jongin raises an eyebrow. “Sehun? As in Oh Sehun, the kid you briefly dated back in senior year of high school,” he presses the older boy closer to him. “That Sehun?”
Yixing frowns but doesn’t push Jongin away. “Yes, that Sehun. Your childhood best friend, remember? You guys were inseparable, always doing strange funny things together.”
Jongin is silent for a moment.
“Yeah well, he stopped being my best friend the minute he decided he liked you too.”
Yixing laughs - eyes crinkling up into pretty half-moons, and wriggles out of Jongin’s embrace. “You’re being silly. Now, be useful and run over to Kyungsoo’s to pick up the food I ordered from him earlier. I’m too lazy to cook.”
Jongin gives him an exasperated look before nodding in resignation and heads for the door.
“Oh and Jongin?”
He looks back to see Yixing walking towards him with a feline smirk to his lips and a sparkle to his eyes.
The older boy grabs one of his butt cheeks and gives it an appreciative squeeze.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight. Promise.”
**
- i uhm..i dont really know what this is so yeah u_u