[exo] (why don't you tell me) exactly what you are
|| jongdae-centric, jongdae x yixing, dubious!kris x luhan | pg | general, friendship, supernatural-ish ||
warning: #HowToGrammar // disclaimer: copyright infringement not intended whatsoever.
summary: jongdae honestly isn't sure of what to expect anymore.
a/n: this might will be confusing. very fucking confusing. consider yourself warned.
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(why don't you tell me) exactly what you are ;;
Jongdae presses his forehead against the cool surface of the glass window. The world outside is passing in an alarmingly fast pace and he grabs the seat-belt strapping him to his seat just as his stomach gives a faint lurch. Slipping his eyes close, he mutters, “Slow down please. I’m far too young and sexy to die in a car crash.” His voice sounds cracked and hoarse in his own ears. Jongdae has to resist the urge to shudder at the sound.
“What are you talking about man? I’m going at a rate of like,” a pause and Jongdae sees Luhan squinting at the speedometer in his mind’s eye, “Sixty-five. Hardly constitutes as fast if you ask me.” Jongdae can practically hear the frown in the older boy’s mellow voice.
A derisive snort. “Yeah, more like a tortoise’s pace to be exact. I swear my grandmother can drive faster that than this. And she’s eighty-five. Speed the fuck up Luhan, we’re getting nowhere if you carry on like this.”
“Hey!” Luhan retorts from his place in front of the steering wheel. “Watch your tone, Wu Yifan. No one’s forcing you to ride with us. I have no intention of getting my driver’s license revoked by the traffic police because you see, unlike someone, I happen to like and treasure the privilege of being my own chauffeur.” Jongdae doesn’t have to open his eyes to see the smug expression on Luhan’s face. Nor the deep frown on Kris’ face as he growls out in his low baritone.
“How many times will it take for this to get through that thick skull of yours? I’ve told you already, I wasn’t speeding! I swear that fucking ahjusshi was out to get me. The car was only going at a hundred and twenty. A hundred thirty tops.”
“Only?!” a short bark of laughter, “My dear boy, need I remind you that we’re in Korea and not Germany? And for fuck’s sake, stop swearing. It isn’t going to help get your fucking licence back you know.”
“Stop. Just stop. Do not even try to patronise me, Mr Luhan. You’ll only - - “
Jongdae sighs softly and tunes out his friends’ conversation till the bickering is transformed to nothing but a low buzz. It’s a high-level skill he has managed to acquire and master over a decade of friendship with the two idiots. He secretly thinks that unresolved sexual tension is probably one of the main reasons why the two are always at loggerheads over the smallest of things. But who is he to say anything, really. Jongdae is definitely not in the position to dish out any semblance of advice. Especially since -
Another sigh escapes him as he presses his face nearer to the window. The other two boys are still in the middle of a heated discussion. Background noise background noise, Jongdae tells himself as he feels the dull throb of a headache creep up the back of his neck. He pinches the bridge of his nose tiredly, and wishes for Kris and Luhan to quit arguing, shut up, and make out already.
His grip on the strip of leather above his chest tightens. The car still feels too fast for him, despite his friends’ words. That’s..strange. Luhan clearly said he’s going at a speed of sixty-five, but this feels faster, so much faster. A hundred fifty at the very least.
Jongdae slowly cracks his eyes open, only to have them clenched shut again the next second. His stomach overturns uncomfortably; he chokes on bile and has to forcibly swallow down the intense urge to throw up - Luhan will scream and kick up a bitch-fit if he dirties his prized convertible.
The world is spinning incessantly around Jongdae. Too fast, everything is in a blur; all bright colours, glaring lights, and unfocused images. The pounding in his head intensifies ten-fold and the sound around him increases to a deafening level.
Too loud too loud. “Stop shouting please. I’m having a very bad migraine.” Jongdae hears himself whisper in a thin and frail voice - he feels so weak, feels every ounce of energy seeping out of him.
“Uhm,” he hears the voice beside him say. “Nobody’s shouting?”
Jongdae groans and covers his ears with his palms in response. His palms are damp and clammy with sweat - cold sweat. He realises that his clothes are clinging uncomfortably to his heated skin, and he pulls at his collar - too stuffy.
“Jongdae? Dude, you alright?” Luhan voices out hesitantly. “You’re looking awfully pale.”
Too loud too loud. The older boy’s voice rings shrilly in Jongdae’s head, the pounding growing more intense. Jongdae’s insides are churning and spinning mercilessly, his heart feels much too big for his chest, and he feels suffocated - breathless. He struggles to take a gulp of air, and promptly chokes on it - leaving him gasping and in a coughing fit.
“Jongdae?”
Jongdae continues coughing; his heart feels like it’s on flames. He vaguely hears someone calling him, repeatedly chanting his name. Jongdae Jongdae Jongdae.
Scrambling blindly, he reaches out to unbuckle the seatbelt in an attempt to lessen the stifling sensation in his chest. It doesn’t work - so he claws at the front of his shirt desperately. A scream tears itself out of his hoarse throat. Jongdae feels his heart being ripped out of his chest, and he’s in pain, so much pain.
“We’re going to get you to a hospital okay Jongdae? Oh god oh god, what do I do?”
Jongdae hears Luhan whimper beside him and he want to say a comforting word to the elder, but when he parts his trembling lips, all that comes out is another blood-curdling scream. He bends forward at the waist and takes his throbbing head in his shaking hands.
Jongdae throws up in his mouth - vile vomit trickling out from the corners of his mouth. Luhan lets out a high-pitched scream next to him.
“Yifan! Call his family and tell them to meet us at the hospital. Quick!”
Jongdae is pretty certain he’s on the brink of death because there’s no fucking way this amount of pain can mean anything else but. So he collects himself the best he can given the current situation, and prepares himself for the angel of death to take him away. He waits.
And waits.
He can hear Kris talking frantically on the phone somewhere behind him, and Luhan mumbling prayers under his breath. That’s weird; I thought he didn’t believe in God.
Jongdae freezes. Wait just a minute. Hey, I feel better already! Well, what do you know? Looks like someone up there likes me. Kim Jongdae is not dying, people!
He slowly and cautiously cracks his eyes open, breathing out a sigh of relief when he notes that the world has stopped spinning crazily. His head is still pounding furiously, but at the very least; he isn’t struggling to get air into his lungs anymore.
Jongdae straightens back up and hastily turns to wind a window down - sticking his head out partially to spit the remnants of the foul liquid swirling in his mouth.
Leaning back into his seat, he wipes his lips with the back of a hand and lets a small laugh bubble up from his throat. He inhales deeply and says - letting his eyes fall shut.
“Guys, I don’t think the hospital is needed anymore. I’m feeling better already and uhm. Sorry for the scare just now, I don’t really know what happened either.”
Silence.
Jongdae frowns. “Guys? I said I was feeling better. Shouldn’t you be whooping in joy because I’m not dying anymore?"
More silence greets him.
“Okay seriously, this is getting stupid. Are you guys angry because you think I was playing around or something?” He whips his head around, preparing to give Kris - the more idiotic of the two in his humble opinion, a stink-eye. The only problem is, he can’t seem to lift his eye lids - they feel so heavy, as if they were glued shut.
Jongdae gulps; panic and the sickening feeling of dread that something’s fucking wrong rising from the pits of his stomach and settling around the region of his chest. And it gets hard to breathe again.
“Shit,” he mutters.
He can’t hear the word. He can’t hear anything, not even the furious beating of his heart. He can’t see anything, save for the black behind his eyelids.
Jongdae is downright scared now; he’s terrified to the point of breaking out into cold sweat. He clutches desperately at his throat, silently willing it to scream, to shout, to do anything to break the barrier keeping his senses away from the colours and sounds of the universe around him.
The only sound he hears is a low and dull buzz, something he likens to a swarm of angry hornets, only softer - much much softer. As if the insects are miles and miles away from where he was, as if Jongdae is nowhere near danger. As if he’s safe.
Reality is different though, and Jongdae knows it. He knows that he is nowhere near safe and that he’s in danger of - -
A sharp double edged dagger stabs him in the heart, piercing through the flesh and twisting mercilessly. Every fiber of Jongdae’s being has just erupted in flames, and he does the only logical thing his whirling mind comes up with. He screams.
His sense of hearing momentarily returns as he hears Luhan’s replying scream and Kris’ yell, before he blacks out completely, his body sinking and floating off to a world of black and silent nothingness.
-
Jongdae wakes up in an unfamiliar room. The room’s quite bare, Jongdae notes as he takes in his surroundings. White seems to be the overpowering colour, the curtains are white, the grills of the ceiling to floor window are white, the bed he’s currently on is white. The walls are white, the floor white, the ceiling white. Everything is white and Jongdae - Jongdae with his bright yellow socks and dark red jeans, feels thoroughly out of place.
A jaw-breaking yawn escapes Jongdae, and he falls back to his previous position. His head hits the fluffy pillow as a wide unreserved grin spreads across his face. Jongdae doesn’t know why or how - he is in an unfamiliar room after all - but he feels genuinely calm and at peace. Happy, like how he hasn’t been in far-too-long. And Jongdae’s okay with it, he’s perfectly fine with this blooming feeling of lightness in his chest despite the unfamiliar settings. Jongdae usually likes concrete answers to his questions, but he finds that he’s actually perfectly content with the mystery being unsolved. Because he -
“Oh good, you’re awake. Well that took shorter than I expected,” a young man dressed entirely in white says softly as he walks into the room - glass half-filled with a golden liquid in one hand.
Jongdae blinks and moves to sit up. He stares wordlessly and unabashedly at the newcomer, the stunningly beautiful stranger.
The young man smiles slightly and sits at the corner of the bed. “How are you feeling? Is your head still pounding?”
And Jongdae blinks again because that smile, that smile on that perfectly sculpted face, and it’s just too much beauty for him to take in. “Uh,” he replies rather intelligently.
A tinkling laugh later, the glass is proffered out to him. “Drink up. You’ll feel better after it.”
Jongdae wants to inquire about the contents of the glass - it seems harmless enough, but it just might be poison. Not that, Jongdae muses with a melting heart as he looks up at the smiling face, not that such a beautiful creature could even think about harming someone.
He stretches out an arm and takes the glass. Smiling brightly at the boy in front of him, he murmurs a quiet “Cheers”, before tipping his head back and downing the liquid in one long gulp.
Jongdae gets the feeling that he has just swallowed a glass filled with sunshine, and he feels oh-so-light, so good, so so -
Another yawn escapes him. The boy’s clear eyes crinkle in a breath-taking smile as he gently pushes Jongdae down to a lying position. He plucks the empty glass out of Jongdae’s loosened grasp and makes to stand up when the latter grabs his free hand and asks softly.
“What’s your name?”
“I’ll tell you when you wake up. Now -“
“It was you, wasn’t it? The person who called out to me earlier.”
The boy’s eyes widen ever so slightly before tugging his hand free and standing up. Jongdae’s heart goes cold for a split second because he thinks that he might have unintentionally offended the other, before he realises that the smile is still intact. He sees a dimple winking at him.
Jongdae feels a pair of warm and soft lips press against his forehead, and hears a fleeting whisper. “Sleep now my dear Jongdae.”
And so he does, letting himself fall into the comforting arms of slumber.
-
Jongdae awakes to the feeling of someone slapping his cheeks and the sound of his own name being repeated over and over again.
Jongdae Jongdae Jongdae.
He stretches his arms above his head and lets out a small contented gasp when he hears the soft muted ‘pops’ of the kinks in his shoulders working themselves out. He blinks his bleary eyes open and grins lazily at the faces of his two friends around him. “Hey guys, wassup? Listen, do any of you know him? Do me a favour and introduce us yea?”
Luhan frowns, casting Jongdae a strange look. “Who are we talking about?”
“The guy in white. Oh I haven’t actually gotten his name yet, he said he’ll tell me once I wake up. But seriously, he’s like the most gorgeous person I have ever laid eyes on. Maybe he isn’t even human. Because I personally think he’s an angel, the most beautiful angel. And - “ Jongdae finally sees the varying looks of confusion on his friends’ face. “You guys have no idea what I’m talking about.”
“Not really, no.”
“Dude, think about it. Why would a so-called beautiful stranger be in your room? Why would anyone want to be in your room? It’s a fucking pig sty. Even we, your best friends in the universe, wouldn’t have come in if not for Mr Luhan here insisting that we had to be by your side. To help you get over Huang Zitao’s cowardly ‘I’m sorry but let’s break up’ phone call yesterday.”
Jongdae’s immediate reaction is to scowl because it’s Kris talking to him and yep, that’s about all the reasons he needs to scowl at the freakishly tall blonde. But he doesn’t, scowl that is, because hasn’t Zitao broken up with him five days ago? Which is why he was on the way to the airport right? And -
Jongdae sits up abruptly and rubs furiously at his eyes. He looks around with a sinking heart. “Why am I here? I should be - should be..”
By his side.
“Jongdae?” Luhan speaks up from his side.”Yifan and I were wondering if you would like to come with us to Jeju? We’re leaving in four days and well, I was thinking that you might want a change in scenery?”
“And by any chance,” Jongdae asks with a sinking feeling in the pits of his stomach, “Was your license taken away from you last night?” The question was directed to the Kris.
“Wait, how did you know? And don’t get me started on how unfair that fucking ahjusshi was. I - Hey! Where are you going?”
“Away.” Jongdae answers shortly, shutting the door behind him.
-
He has his head in his trembling hands when a tinkling laughter fills the air. Jongdae snaps his head up and gets to his feet, eyes widening. That laughter.
He hears a small murmur coming from the living room. He rushes over, only to see his mother shutting the front door. No no no. I’m not letting him leave just like that.
He hurries forward and yanks the door open. Choosing to ignore the questioning look on his mother’s face, Jongdae runs out to the corridor. Who cares about mundane things like shoes right now?
There! Jongdae parts his lips and asks loudly - voice carried by the wind. “Hello! I’m Jongdae, Kim Jongdae. What’s your name?”
A young man with porcelain white skin and a head of auburn hair turns around. Jongdae’s chest constricts in a most pleasurable way. I found him.
“Yixing, Zhang Yixing. I’m moving in next door so..see you around?”
Jongdae spies a familiar dimple winking at him before beautiful stranger, beautiful Yixing, closes the door to his apartment.
Jongdae doesn’t know how things will turn out but what he does know is that instead of going to Jeju with his friends, he’ll stay home and get acquainted with his new neighbour.
After all, Kris and Luhan could always use more quality time together.
He feels something at the corner of his lips and uses the back of his hand to wipe at it.
Jongdae sees blood smeared on his skin.
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summary: jongdae honestly isn't sure of what to expect anymore.
a/n: this might will be confusing. very fucking confusing. consider yourself warned.
***
(why don't you tell me) exactly what you are ;;
Jongdae presses his forehead against the cool surface of the glass window. The world outside is passing in an alarmingly fast pace and he grabs the seat-belt strapping him to his seat just as his stomach gives a faint lurch. Slipping his eyes close, he mutters, “Slow down please. I’m far too young and sexy to die in a car crash.” His voice sounds cracked and hoarse in his own ears. Jongdae has to resist the urge to shudder at the sound.
“What are you talking about man? I’m going at a rate of like,” a pause and Jongdae sees Luhan squinting at the speedometer in his mind’s eye, “Sixty-five. Hardly constitutes as fast if you ask me.” Jongdae can practically hear the frown in the older boy’s mellow voice.
A derisive snort. “Yeah, more like a tortoise’s pace to be exact. I swear my grandmother can drive faster that than this. And she’s eighty-five. Speed the fuck up Luhan, we’re getting nowhere if you carry on like this.”
“Hey!” Luhan retorts from his place in front of the steering wheel. “Watch your tone, Wu Yifan. No one’s forcing you to ride with us. I have no intention of getting my driver’s license revoked by the traffic police because you see, unlike someone, I happen to like and treasure the privilege of being my own chauffeur.” Jongdae doesn’t have to open his eyes to see the smug expression on Luhan’s face. Nor the deep frown on Kris’ face as he growls out in his low baritone.
“How many times will it take for this to get through that thick skull of yours? I’ve told you already, I wasn’t speeding! I swear that fucking ahjusshi was out to get me. The car was only going at a hundred and twenty. A hundred thirty tops.”
“Only?!” a short bark of laughter, “My dear boy, need I remind you that we’re in Korea and not Germany? And for fuck’s sake, stop swearing. It isn’t going to help get your fucking licence back you know.”
“Stop. Just stop. Do not even try to patronise me, Mr Luhan. You’ll only - - “
Jongdae sighs softly and tunes out his friends’ conversation till the bickering is transformed to nothing but a low buzz. It’s a high-level skill he has managed to acquire and master over a decade of friendship with the two idiots. He secretly thinks that unresolved sexual tension is probably one of the main reasons why the two are always at loggerheads over the smallest of things. But who is he to say anything, really. Jongdae is definitely not in the position to dish out any semblance of advice. Especially since -
Another sigh escapes him as he presses his face nearer to the window. The other two boys are still in the middle of a heated discussion. Background noise background noise, Jongdae tells himself as he feels the dull throb of a headache creep up the back of his neck. He pinches the bridge of his nose tiredly, and wishes for Kris and Luhan to quit arguing, shut up, and make out already.
His grip on the strip of leather above his chest tightens. The car still feels too fast for him, despite his friends’ words. That’s..strange. Luhan clearly said he’s going at a speed of sixty-five, but this feels faster, so much faster. A hundred fifty at the very least.
Jongdae slowly cracks his eyes open, only to have them clenched shut again the next second. His stomach overturns uncomfortably; he chokes on bile and has to forcibly swallow down the intense urge to throw up - Luhan will scream and kick up a bitch-fit if he dirties his prized convertible.
The world is spinning incessantly around Jongdae. Too fast, everything is in a blur; all bright colours, glaring lights, and unfocused images. The pounding in his head intensifies ten-fold and the sound around him increases to a deafening level.
Too loud too loud. “Stop shouting please. I’m having a very bad migraine.” Jongdae hears himself whisper in a thin and frail voice - he feels so weak, feels every ounce of energy seeping out of him.
“Uhm,” he hears the voice beside him say. “Nobody’s shouting?”
Jongdae groans and covers his ears with his palms in response. His palms are damp and clammy with sweat - cold sweat. He realises that his clothes are clinging uncomfortably to his heated skin, and he pulls at his collar - too stuffy.
“Jongdae? Dude, you alright?” Luhan voices out hesitantly. “You’re looking awfully pale.”
Too loud too loud. The older boy’s voice rings shrilly in Jongdae’s head, the pounding growing more intense. Jongdae’s insides are churning and spinning mercilessly, his heart feels much too big for his chest, and he feels suffocated - breathless. He struggles to take a gulp of air, and promptly chokes on it - leaving him gasping and in a coughing fit.
“Jongdae?”
Jongdae continues coughing; his heart feels like it’s on flames. He vaguely hears someone calling him, repeatedly chanting his name. Jongdae Jongdae Jongdae.
Scrambling blindly, he reaches out to unbuckle the seatbelt in an attempt to lessen the stifling sensation in his chest. It doesn’t work - so he claws at the front of his shirt desperately. A scream tears itself out of his hoarse throat. Jongdae feels his heart being ripped out of his chest, and he’s in pain, so much pain.
“We’re going to get you to a hospital okay Jongdae? Oh god oh god, what do I do?”
Jongdae hears Luhan whimper beside him and he want to say a comforting word to the elder, but when he parts his trembling lips, all that comes out is another blood-curdling scream. He bends forward at the waist and takes his throbbing head in his shaking hands.
Jongdae throws up in his mouth - vile vomit trickling out from the corners of his mouth. Luhan lets out a high-pitched scream next to him.
“Yifan! Call his family and tell them to meet us at the hospital. Quick!”
Jongdae is pretty certain he’s on the brink of death because there’s no fucking way this amount of pain can mean anything else but. So he collects himself the best he can given the current situation, and prepares himself for the angel of death to take him away. He waits.
And waits.
He can hear Kris talking frantically on the phone somewhere behind him, and Luhan mumbling prayers under his breath. That’s weird; I thought he didn’t believe in God.
Jongdae freezes. Wait just a minute. Hey, I feel better already! Well, what do you know? Looks like someone up there likes me. Kim Jongdae is not dying, people!
He slowly and cautiously cracks his eyes open, breathing out a sigh of relief when he notes that the world has stopped spinning crazily. His head is still pounding furiously, but at the very least; he isn’t struggling to get air into his lungs anymore.
Jongdae straightens back up and hastily turns to wind a window down - sticking his head out partially to spit the remnants of the foul liquid swirling in his mouth.
Leaning back into his seat, he wipes his lips with the back of a hand and lets a small laugh bubble up from his throat. He inhales deeply and says - letting his eyes fall shut.
“Guys, I don’t think the hospital is needed anymore. I’m feeling better already and uhm. Sorry for the scare just now, I don’t really know what happened either.”
Silence.
Jongdae frowns. “Guys? I said I was feeling better. Shouldn’t you be whooping in joy because I’m not dying anymore?"
More silence greets him.
“Okay seriously, this is getting stupid. Are you guys angry because you think I was playing around or something?” He whips his head around, preparing to give Kris - the more idiotic of the two in his humble opinion, a stink-eye. The only problem is, he can’t seem to lift his eye lids - they feel so heavy, as if they were glued shut.
Jongdae gulps; panic and the sickening feeling of dread that something’s fucking wrong rising from the pits of his stomach and settling around the region of his chest. And it gets hard to breathe again.
“Shit,” he mutters.
He can’t hear the word. He can’t hear anything, not even the furious beating of his heart. He can’t see anything, save for the black behind his eyelids.
Jongdae is downright scared now; he’s terrified to the point of breaking out into cold sweat. He clutches desperately at his throat, silently willing it to scream, to shout, to do anything to break the barrier keeping his senses away from the colours and sounds of the universe around him.
The only sound he hears is a low and dull buzz, something he likens to a swarm of angry hornets, only softer - much much softer. As if the insects are miles and miles away from where he was, as if Jongdae is nowhere near danger. As if he’s safe.
Reality is different though, and Jongdae knows it. He knows that he is nowhere near safe and that he’s in danger of - -
A sharp double edged dagger stabs him in the heart, piercing through the flesh and twisting mercilessly. Every fiber of Jongdae’s being has just erupted in flames, and he does the only logical thing his whirling mind comes up with. He screams.
His sense of hearing momentarily returns as he hears Luhan’s replying scream and Kris’ yell, before he blacks out completely, his body sinking and floating off to a world of black and silent nothingness.
-
Jongdae wakes up in an unfamiliar room. The room’s quite bare, Jongdae notes as he takes in his surroundings. White seems to be the overpowering colour, the curtains are white, the grills of the ceiling to floor window are white, the bed he’s currently on is white. The walls are white, the floor white, the ceiling white. Everything is white and Jongdae - Jongdae with his bright yellow socks and dark red jeans, feels thoroughly out of place.
A jaw-breaking yawn escapes Jongdae, and he falls back to his previous position. His head hits the fluffy pillow as a wide unreserved grin spreads across his face. Jongdae doesn’t know why or how - he is in an unfamiliar room after all - but he feels genuinely calm and at peace. Happy, like how he hasn’t been in far-too-long. And Jongdae’s okay with it, he’s perfectly fine with this blooming feeling of lightness in his chest despite the unfamiliar settings. Jongdae usually likes concrete answers to his questions, but he finds that he’s actually perfectly content with the mystery being unsolved. Because he -
“Oh good, you’re awake. Well that took shorter than I expected,” a young man dressed entirely in white says softly as he walks into the room - glass half-filled with a golden liquid in one hand.
Jongdae blinks and moves to sit up. He stares wordlessly and unabashedly at the newcomer, the stunningly beautiful stranger.
The young man smiles slightly and sits at the corner of the bed. “How are you feeling? Is your head still pounding?”
And Jongdae blinks again because that smile, that smile on that perfectly sculpted face, and it’s just too much beauty for him to take in. “Uh,” he replies rather intelligently.
A tinkling laugh later, the glass is proffered out to him. “Drink up. You’ll feel better after it.”
Jongdae wants to inquire about the contents of the glass - it seems harmless enough, but it just might be poison. Not that, Jongdae muses with a melting heart as he looks up at the smiling face, not that such a beautiful creature could even think about harming someone.
He stretches out an arm and takes the glass. Smiling brightly at the boy in front of him, he murmurs a quiet “Cheers”, before tipping his head back and downing the liquid in one long gulp.
Jongdae gets the feeling that he has just swallowed a glass filled with sunshine, and he feels oh-so-light, so good, so so -
Another yawn escapes him. The boy’s clear eyes crinkle in a breath-taking smile as he gently pushes Jongdae down to a lying position. He plucks the empty glass out of Jongdae’s loosened grasp and makes to stand up when the latter grabs his free hand and asks softly.
“What’s your name?”
“I’ll tell you when you wake up. Now -“
“It was you, wasn’t it? The person who called out to me earlier.”
The boy’s eyes widen ever so slightly before tugging his hand free and standing up. Jongdae’s heart goes cold for a split second because he thinks that he might have unintentionally offended the other, before he realises that the smile is still intact. He sees a dimple winking at him.
Jongdae feels a pair of warm and soft lips press against his forehead, and hears a fleeting whisper. “Sleep now my dear Jongdae.”
And so he does, letting himself fall into the comforting arms of slumber.
-
Jongdae awakes to the feeling of someone slapping his cheeks and the sound of his own name being repeated over and over again.
Jongdae Jongdae Jongdae.
He stretches his arms above his head and lets out a small contented gasp when he hears the soft muted ‘pops’ of the kinks in his shoulders working themselves out. He blinks his bleary eyes open and grins lazily at the faces of his two friends around him. “Hey guys, wassup? Listen, do any of you know him? Do me a favour and introduce us yea?”
Luhan frowns, casting Jongdae a strange look. “Who are we talking about?”
“The guy in white. Oh I haven’t actually gotten his name yet, he said he’ll tell me once I wake up. But seriously, he’s like the most gorgeous person I have ever laid eyes on. Maybe he isn’t even human. Because I personally think he’s an angel, the most beautiful angel. And - “ Jongdae finally sees the varying looks of confusion on his friends’ face. “You guys have no idea what I’m talking about.”
“Not really, no.”
“Dude, think about it. Why would a so-called beautiful stranger be in your room? Why would anyone want to be in your room? It’s a fucking pig sty. Even we, your best friends in the universe, wouldn’t have come in if not for Mr Luhan here insisting that we had to be by your side. To help you get over Huang Zitao’s cowardly ‘I’m sorry but let’s break up’ phone call yesterday.”
Jongdae’s immediate reaction is to scowl because it’s Kris talking to him and yep, that’s about all the reasons he needs to scowl at the freakishly tall blonde. But he doesn’t, scowl that is, because hasn’t Zitao broken up with him five days ago? Which is why he was on the way to the airport right? And -
Jongdae sits up abruptly and rubs furiously at his eyes. He looks around with a sinking heart. “Why am I here? I should be - should be..”
By his side.
“Jongdae?” Luhan speaks up from his side.”Yifan and I were wondering if you would like to come with us to Jeju? We’re leaving in four days and well, I was thinking that you might want a change in scenery?”
“And by any chance,” Jongdae asks with a sinking feeling in the pits of his stomach, “Was your license taken away from you last night?” The question was directed to the Kris.
“Wait, how did you know? And don’t get me started on how unfair that fucking ahjusshi was. I - Hey! Where are you going?”
“Away.” Jongdae answers shortly, shutting the door behind him.
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He has his head in his trembling hands when a tinkling laughter fills the air. Jongdae snaps his head up and gets to his feet, eyes widening. That laughter.
He hears a small murmur coming from the living room. He rushes over, only to see his mother shutting the front door. No no no. I’m not letting him leave just like that.
He hurries forward and yanks the door open. Choosing to ignore the questioning look on his mother’s face, Jongdae runs out to the corridor. Who cares about mundane things like shoes right now?
There! Jongdae parts his lips and asks loudly - voice carried by the wind. “Hello! I’m Jongdae, Kim Jongdae. What’s your name?”
A young man with porcelain white skin and a head of auburn hair turns around. Jongdae’s chest constricts in a most pleasurable way. I found him.
“Yixing, Zhang Yixing. I’m moving in next door so..see you around?”
Jongdae spies a familiar dimple winking at him before beautiful stranger, beautiful Yixing, closes the door to his apartment.
Jongdae doesn’t know how things will turn out but what he does know is that instead of going to Jeju with his friends, he’ll stay home and get acquainted with his new neighbour.
After all, Kris and Luhan could always use more quality time together.
He feels something at the corner of his lips and uses the back of his hand to wipe at it.
Jongdae sees blood smeared on his skin.
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