one more time with feeling (xiumin/lay)
title: one more time with feeling
pairing: xiumin/lay (minseok/yixing in fic)
rating: g
genre: fluff, romance
warnings: none
summary: minseok always loves it whenever his hair comes out smelling like a flower garden; yixing notices.
there are times when yixing can easily ask zitao to switch rooms with him just so he can be given the opportunity to sleep with minseok. this usually takes place whenever they're on break and they're given less schedules than usual so the bunch finds themselves staying in the dorm more often than not.
the first time that actually happened, though, minseok was clearly hesitant and did not expect it at all. (it was probably even the last thing he'd expect next to perhaps luhan who would sneak in his room late at night.)
"yixing? don't you share rooms with jongdae? and where's zitao?" minseok emerges from the bathroom with a towel on hand, his hair partly soaking wet and his face clearly covered with products he uses to keep his face moisturized for the entire night, and his clothes still had huge wet spots around them. he had just finished taking a shower and was about to go to bed - at least until he saw yixing occupying half of it.
"zitao's with jongdae. we figured we could exchange rooms once in a while. i missed you too, you know," yixing finds himself laying down on one side of minseok's bed. there's still enough room for minseok to sleep in; minseok finds no other reason for him to reason otherwise anyways.
it was almost nearing midnight and they're lucky that they don't have any schedules in the morning. minseok breathes out a sigh, leaves his towel back in the bathroom and takes his place in the bed with yixing.
in fact, the bed was perfect with both of them on it; yixing and zitao have similar physiques so they didn't have to adjust to the size at all. (their diet also had a mild contribution as well.)
the minute minseok curls himself to the side opposite yixing, he feels the other's arms wrapping themselves across his chest. as the taller man behind him settles himself closer to the elder one sleeping in a curved ball, he positions his face near minseok's hair as his arms move down until they're sitting at minseok's waist.
yixing's partly thankful for the fact that he's a couple of inches taller than minseok, so he's not having a hard time with skinship, even in bed.
they settle in that position for a couple of minutes. yixing thinks it's partly weird that minseok isn't asking him why he's allowing yixing to smell his hair like that for no reason, and possibly question him on why he's so clingy lately whenever they're been seen by thousands of media and fans who are taking photos and videos of them at the same time while they're walking in the airport. the most that the fans get are several fancams of yixing kissing minseok's head and minseok doesn't do anything but giving yixing an air kiss which surely the other did not expect.
he has a lot of questions to ask yixing in the morning, but for now, minseok figures he might as well enjoy the comfort that yixing's bringing him.
"your hair smells like lavender," yixing groggily hums out, his mouth runs through several of minseok's hair strands and minseok feels yixing's hot breath being covered by each strand slowly.
minseok hums in affirmation. one of the things he likes about his hair is that he doesn't put much effort in it, unlike yifan's hair that frequently gets changed and styled into different ways. he loves the fact that his hair always smells like lavender; it's a clear difference of scent from whenever it gets doused in perspiration and chemicals whenever they're out for performances.
a part of minseok thinks that yixing taking note of the scent of his hair is a good thing, because he feels his hear reacting differently to it and he briefly wonders if that's his affection for yixing slowly taking over.
yixing lands soft kisses along minseok's head; the one beneath him isn't complaining or asking him to stop at all. he's really enjoying the relaxing feel of yixing pampering him with love all over and yixing acts as if he doesn't want anything in exchange for it.
one of yixing's hands that still finds itself wrapped around minseok's waist immediately finds its way around the lights. it was one thing that minseok forgot to close and they were about to sleep anyways, so might as well. his free hand roams around the bedside table until it reaches a mound over the lamp area which would only be the switch.
yixing switches off the nightlight and he gives minseok's head one last kiss as they settle into the night and sleep away until the morning after.
a/n: inspired by this gifset of the precious otp, as well as shimchwang asking me to write this because we were too overwhelmed with feels for quite a while. pardon the lapslock, i started this from my ipod so i was too lazy to capitalize properly without a proper keyboard.
pairing: xiumin/lay (minseok/yixing in fic)
rating: g
genre: fluff, romance
warnings: none
summary: minseok always loves it whenever his hair comes out smelling like a flower garden; yixing notices.
there are times when yixing can easily ask zitao to switch rooms with him just so he can be given the opportunity to sleep with minseok. this usually takes place whenever they're on break and they're given less schedules than usual so the bunch finds themselves staying in the dorm more often than not.
the first time that actually happened, though, minseok was clearly hesitant and did not expect it at all. (it was probably even the last thing he'd expect next to perhaps luhan who would sneak in his room late at night.)
"yixing? don't you share rooms with jongdae? and where's zitao?" minseok emerges from the bathroom with a towel on hand, his hair partly soaking wet and his face clearly covered with products he uses to keep his face moisturized for the entire night, and his clothes still had huge wet spots around them. he had just finished taking a shower and was about to go to bed - at least until he saw yixing occupying half of it.
"zitao's with jongdae. we figured we could exchange rooms once in a while. i missed you too, you know," yixing finds himself laying down on one side of minseok's bed. there's still enough room for minseok to sleep in; minseok finds no other reason for him to reason otherwise anyways.
it was almost nearing midnight and they're lucky that they don't have any schedules in the morning. minseok breathes out a sigh, leaves his towel back in the bathroom and takes his place in the bed with yixing.
in fact, the bed was perfect with both of them on it; yixing and zitao have similar physiques so they didn't have to adjust to the size at all. (their diet also had a mild contribution as well.)
the minute minseok curls himself to the side opposite yixing, he feels the other's arms wrapping themselves across his chest. as the taller man behind him settles himself closer to the elder one sleeping in a curved ball, he positions his face near minseok's hair as his arms move down until they're sitting at minseok's waist.
yixing's partly thankful for the fact that he's a couple of inches taller than minseok, so he's not having a hard time with skinship, even in bed.
they settle in that position for a couple of minutes. yixing thinks it's partly weird that minseok isn't asking him why he's allowing yixing to smell his hair like that for no reason, and possibly question him on why he's so clingy lately whenever they're been seen by thousands of media and fans who are taking photos and videos of them at the same time while they're walking in the airport. the most that the fans get are several fancams of yixing kissing minseok's head and minseok doesn't do anything but giving yixing an air kiss which surely the other did not expect.
he has a lot of questions to ask yixing in the morning, but for now, minseok figures he might as well enjoy the comfort that yixing's bringing him.
"your hair smells like lavender," yixing groggily hums out, his mouth runs through several of minseok's hair strands and minseok feels yixing's hot breath being covered by each strand slowly.
minseok hums in affirmation. one of the things he likes about his hair is that he doesn't put much effort in it, unlike yifan's hair that frequently gets changed and styled into different ways. he loves the fact that his hair always smells like lavender; it's a clear difference of scent from whenever it gets doused in perspiration and chemicals whenever they're out for performances.
a part of minseok thinks that yixing taking note of the scent of his hair is a good thing, because he feels his hear reacting differently to it and he briefly wonders if that's his affection for yixing slowly taking over.
yixing lands soft kisses along minseok's head; the one beneath him isn't complaining or asking him to stop at all. he's really enjoying the relaxing feel of yixing pampering him with love all over and yixing acts as if he doesn't want anything in exchange for it.
one of yixing's hands that still finds itself wrapped around minseok's waist immediately finds its way around the lights. it was one thing that minseok forgot to close and they were about to sleep anyways, so might as well. his free hand roams around the bedside table until it reaches a mound over the lamp area which would only be the switch.
yixing switches off the nightlight and he gives minseok's head one last kiss as they settle into the night and sleep away until the morning after.
a/n: inspired by this gifset of the precious otp, as well as shimchwang asking me to write this because we were too overwhelmed with feels for quite a while. pardon the lapslock, i started this from my ipod so i was too lazy to capitalize properly without a proper keyboard.