Too Much to Handle (drabble)
Too Much to Handle; pg-13; Tao/Kris/ humor; 840 words
Kris is so handsome that Tao could just punch him in the face. Literally.
Written for this prompt at seoulfulness!
Too Much to Handle;
On the set of their recording, Zitao walks around in idleness, watching as Yifan converses with the rest of the staff and he thinks the latter is absolutely stunning, the way his bright teeth sparkle beneath his gummy smile and the way his hands are buried in his pockets when he’s conversing with another staff, body slumped to one side lazily. Its little details like this that has the youngest literally fawning for Yifan.
And when their leader would sometimes shift gazes that would land on Zitao, the latter would flicker his eyes casually to his worn out sneakers, hoping that he wasn’t caught in the act. Sometimes he wants to hold Yifan between his fingers and kiss him hard because of his lethal, burning infatuation for the latter but most of the time, like almost every waking second of the day, Zitao wants nothing more than to just punch that jerk in the mouth until he passes out because he knows he’s the shit and the youngest only wants to put him in his place and tell him to sit down because he cannot handle all that gorgeousness, he just can’t.
For example, one day back at the dorms, when they were eating Kyungsoo’s signature spaghetti, Zitao watches him eat with hooded eyelids, the center of his forehead creasing because of his furrowed eyebrows as their leader works his mouth, chewing on the buckwheat pasta and Zitao almost shouted out, “wow, get the fuck out of here with your perfection will you?” Thankfully, Kyungsoo had just returned with some more side dishes and Zitao silently thanks him because he’d be stuck in waves with regret at that moment if those words had flown out of his mouth just a few milliseconds before.
The twist in all of this? Yifan’s his boyfriend of three months.
Sure, Yifan takes him out whenever he can on quaint dates like late nights to the ice cream parlor, or double dates with Sehun and Luhan when they’d walk to the bubble tea shop for some sweet pastries and cooling drinks, perfect compliments for when the sun’s beating over their heads during the daytime. And each time, Zitao would have to hold himself back with every septic and fine thread that was left from sobbing frenziedly beside him, cursing him and asking him with a crazy outlook, “Why do you have to be so perfect you jerk?!” He surprises himself at his ability of withhold his own urges.
During their bathroom break, however, Yifan locks his dilated pupils with Zitao's, and the youngest gulps, pungent sweat rolling down his temples and his palpitations steadily rising as his heart beats out of his chest because he knows exactly when the other wants some ass. Now was the time. Their leader’s pulling them both to the nearest cubicle, pressing Zitao against himself and the wall full of illegible graffiti and kisses him hard, hands coming up to curl around both sides of the younger’s neck. Zitao almost laughs into his mouth because that’s his most sensitive area, his gasps coming out in rasps and chokes and suddenly those intense feels are coming up to surface, and he internally panics.
“I love you,” Yifan exclaims in shaky breaths, tongue prodding forward as it strokes Zitao's own and they’re both practically on the floor and against each other’s quivering bodies, hands grabbing at everything they could reach and suddenly Zitao loses all sense and control when he pulls away from Yifan, bringing his hand up to strike at the corner of his mouth and yells, “Fuck you, you gorgeous little fucker!”
And then his breathing stops and suddenly he wants to just crawl in a hole and die in there because Yifan's holding onto the left side of his face with a raised eyebrow and widened eyes, “Zitao, did you just hit me?”
“No?” Zitao answers with uncertainty lingering in his tone, and now Yifan looks hurt as he croons his hand over his tinted cheek and Zitao wants to hit his head against the wall repeatedly because he’s an insensitive little fucker who abused his boyfriend.
“Why?” Yifan asks, each vowel and consonant coming out slowly as he waits for an answer and Zitao wants to cry and hope that his boyfriend takes pity on him. Well, regardless if he does or not though, he will so he’s not too worried about that presently. But still.
“I didn’t call you a fucker either. Oh my god wait.” Yep, Zitao wants to die this second.
When they reach their dorm building, Yixing chokes back his laughter upon seeing Yifan holding a piece of raw meat against the aching side of his face, and neither Yifan nor Zitao is amused. Well, maybe Zitao but only a little. “Dude what happened to you?”
Yifan looks at Zitao, who’s silently saying, “Don’t tell them!” then looks back at Yixing, his nose twitching when he sniffles and says, “I tripped and fell onto Zitao’s fist.”
Well, he was half right.
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idek what to say about this lmao
Kris is so handsome that Tao could just punch him in the face. Literally.
Written for this prompt at seoulfulness!
Too Much to Handle;
On the set of their recording, Zitao walks around in idleness, watching as Yifan converses with the rest of the staff and he thinks the latter is absolutely stunning, the way his bright teeth sparkle beneath his gummy smile and the way his hands are buried in his pockets when he’s conversing with another staff, body slumped to one side lazily. Its little details like this that has the youngest literally fawning for Yifan.
And when their leader would sometimes shift gazes that would land on Zitao, the latter would flicker his eyes casually to his worn out sneakers, hoping that he wasn’t caught in the act. Sometimes he wants to hold Yifan between his fingers and kiss him hard because of his lethal, burning infatuation for the latter but most of the time, like almost every waking second of the day, Zitao wants nothing more than to just punch that jerk in the mouth until he passes out because he knows he’s the shit and the youngest only wants to put him in his place and tell him to sit down because he cannot handle all that gorgeousness, he just can’t.
For example, one day back at the dorms, when they were eating Kyungsoo’s signature spaghetti, Zitao watches him eat with hooded eyelids, the center of his forehead creasing because of his furrowed eyebrows as their leader works his mouth, chewing on the buckwheat pasta and Zitao almost shouted out, “wow, get the fuck out of here with your perfection will you?” Thankfully, Kyungsoo had just returned with some more side dishes and Zitao silently thanks him because he’d be stuck in waves with regret at that moment if those words had flown out of his mouth just a few milliseconds before.
The twist in all of this? Yifan’s his boyfriend of three months.
Sure, Yifan takes him out whenever he can on quaint dates like late nights to the ice cream parlor, or double dates with Sehun and Luhan when they’d walk to the bubble tea shop for some sweet pastries and cooling drinks, perfect compliments for when the sun’s beating over their heads during the daytime. And each time, Zitao would have to hold himself back with every septic and fine thread that was left from sobbing frenziedly beside him, cursing him and asking him with a crazy outlook, “Why do you have to be so perfect you jerk?!” He surprises himself at his ability of withhold his own urges.
During their bathroom break, however, Yifan locks his dilated pupils with Zitao's, and the youngest gulps, pungent sweat rolling down his temples and his palpitations steadily rising as his heart beats out of his chest because he knows exactly when the other wants some ass. Now was the time. Their leader’s pulling them both to the nearest cubicle, pressing Zitao against himself and the wall full of illegible graffiti and kisses him hard, hands coming up to curl around both sides of the younger’s neck. Zitao almost laughs into his mouth because that’s his most sensitive area, his gasps coming out in rasps and chokes and suddenly those intense feels are coming up to surface, and he internally panics.
“I love you,” Yifan exclaims in shaky breaths, tongue prodding forward as it strokes Zitao's own and they’re both practically on the floor and against each other’s quivering bodies, hands grabbing at everything they could reach and suddenly Zitao loses all sense and control when he pulls away from Yifan, bringing his hand up to strike at the corner of his mouth and yells, “Fuck you, you gorgeous little fucker!”
And then his breathing stops and suddenly he wants to just crawl in a hole and die in there because Yifan's holding onto the left side of his face with a raised eyebrow and widened eyes, “Zitao, did you just hit me?”
“No?” Zitao answers with uncertainty lingering in his tone, and now Yifan looks hurt as he croons his hand over his tinted cheek and Zitao wants to hit his head against the wall repeatedly because he’s an insensitive little fucker who abused his boyfriend.
“Why?” Yifan asks, each vowel and consonant coming out slowly as he waits for an answer and Zitao wants to cry and hope that his boyfriend takes pity on him. Well, regardless if he does or not though, he will so he’s not too worried about that presently. But still.
“I didn’t call you a fucker either. Oh my god wait.” Yep, Zitao wants to die this second.
When they reach their dorm building, Yixing chokes back his laughter upon seeing Yifan holding a piece of raw meat against the aching side of his face, and neither Yifan nor Zitao is amused. Well, maybe Zitao but only a little. “Dude what happened to you?”
Yifan looks at Zitao, who’s silently saying, “Don’t tell them!” then looks back at Yixing, his nose twitching when he sniffles and says, “I tripped and fell onto Zitao’s fist.”
Well, he was half right.
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idek what to say about this lmao