#HBDWYF (2/2)
half-naked greetings
college au, fluff, fem!yifan
pg-15 / 2k
A pounding headache and a dry throat are what forces Kris to wake from her dream. She vaguely remembers a man and a voice and then she forgets it completely. When she comes to, she wishes she hasn't. She has grown exponentially aware of the ache that threatens to split her skull into half and it's not the most pleasant of things to wake up to. It's quite cold where she is and pulling the blankets up doesn't seem to do the trick. Against what she truly wants to do - keep her eyes closed and pretend the rest of the world is dead to her - she slowly blinks her eyes awake, unconsciously groaning because of the pain throbbing from her temples.
That last shot of tequilla was a really bad idea. Kris thinks as she tries to massage away the ache even though she knows that that will do nothing to alleviate it. She tries to think of ways on how to evade Tao's urging next time they go out for drinks but instead she just struggles to keep her eyes open, the light flooding in from the windows enough to irritate her and worsen her headache.
Then she shoots up, realizing her ceiling isn't supposed to be an blue but white. When she looks in front of her she finds grey-painted cabinets when hers are black and she knows, even with how hard she us squinting her eyes to let in as little light as possible, that she is seeing that correctly what with the windows seemingly missing curtains with how much sunlight is entering the room.
The tall brunet wonders where she is, trying to be as calm as she can because panicking will do her hangover no good. She stills, picking up every detail of the room and trying to remember if she's ever been there. When she looks to the right she finds another bed, separated from the one she's in by a desk between them.
I must be in the dorms. She deduces, knowing that that is how most dorm rooms are laid out and hearing loud chattering trickle into the room through the open window.
When she starts to inspect herself, she almost screams when she discovers that her dress is gone, leaving her only in her underwear. She tries to move but the headache doesn't allow her, growing more of a pain, literally, every time she changes her position so she decides to lie back down and wait for some divine providence. But before she can even return to comfort of the pillow, the door opens and a pair of feet rush through the entrance but stop through the small hallway where the kitchenette should be. Kris grabs the pillow and covers herself, hoping it will also be enough to distract the person if ever the other tries to harm her or creeps her out.
A man emerges from the hallway holding a plate full of cupcakes, one candle standing on the one placed in the middle. He blinks when he finds Kris on the bed as if he had no idea that she was there and she begins to internally panic that this guy is the roommate, considering how the bed on the other side has a crumpled blanket on top of it, and not the person who brought her in. The other backs away carefully and returns to the hallway, leaving with no word.
Her initial reaction should be to scream for help especially when she sees the stranger digging for something in the drawers in the kitchenette but instead she stays unmoving and soundless on the bed when the man returns with the candle in the middle of the cupcakes now lit with flame. Before she can open her mouth to say something, ask or protest, the guy starts singing a birthday song. His voice is gentle and soothing and even though it doesn't make the headache go away, it doesn't worsen it either so she can handle it.
Once he finishes with the song, he stretches his arms as far as they would go without stepping too close to where Kris is, clearly keeping his distance. He urges her to blow the candle by pushing the plate closer to her, "Go on, make a wish." The smile on his face is as gentle as his voice and normally Kris would go for those with deep, commanding ones but she still finds a hint of command in it, just the right amount to make her lean forward and blow the flame.
The guy places the plate of cupcakes on the desk and he looks sheepish while looking at it before moving his gaze to Kris. Her headache is still there but she's more awake now to be able to map out his features better. Curly brown hair, warm eyes, subtly sharp nose, plump cherry lips and when he smiles a dimple appears on his cheek. Basing it on looks alone, he doesn't seem like a bad guy but Kris knows she can't trust him just like that.
"How did you know it was my birthday?" Kris asks, her voice sounding scratchier than she expects it to be. She presses the pillow to her chest while she tries to move back to lean against the headboard.
The stranger tilts his head and looks at her a bit quizzically before asking, "You forgot what happened last night?"
Kris clutches the pillow tighter in reaction to his question and the guy seems to have read her action, quickly placating her inner concerns.
"Oh, no, no, it wasn't like that. Ummm." Kris looks down at herself as if to gesture how naked she is and how his words aren't being very convincing. "Please let me explain." She stays silent and waits until he composes himself, not pushing him to rush his words. Kris thinks if she was any more capable and not incapacitated by her hangover she would have been out of the room already. But like she thought earlier, the guy seems genuinely nice and deserves to be able to explain himself at least.
"Well, you puked on your dress last night while we were on the stairs." Kris' eyes bulge out and she inconspicuously sniffs herself, lightly scrunching her nose when she does catch a whiff of what he might be talking about. "I was going to put a shirt on you but thought none of my shirts would probably fit you," the guy quickly explains, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, looking down on it as if to remind himself, "so I decided on dressing you in one of my hoodies but when I checked on you again, you were already asleep. You looked so comfortable on my bed so I, uhh," he lifts one hand up to scratch the back of his neck and Kris thinks he looks endearing especially when he mumbles, "didn't want to wake you up anymore."
Flashbacks of the night before play in her mind and she remembers meeting a guy at the bar while her friends went dancing. He was warm and unlike the guys she's met before, he didn't look like he would have ill intentions. She doesn't remember much of what they talked about but Kris recalls the smile, the same one that the stranger is beaming at her with.
"Would you like to try the cupcake? The local bakery doesn't have the big cakes out yet and I was afraid you'd be gone without me being able to greet you happy birthday if I waited for them." Kris tries to stop her lips from stretching widely, hoping to look as nonchalant as possible in front of the stranger. He urges her once again, smiling towards the girl on the bed as if that alone should be enough of an encouragement. Kris hesitates at first and the pounding on her head is still present and makes her unable to move much. The stranger reaches for the cupcake and places it gently on her hand, making Kris a little queasy at how everything is so different from how other guys have treated her before. It makes her feel special and her mind is telling her to be cautious but something about the boy's smile has her believing that this guys is nothing like his previous boyfriends.
"I'll get you a pain reliever and water." The guy informs her and she smiles weakly in thanks before taking a bite of the treat. It isn't too sweet but it doesn't taste bland either and Kris finds herself taking another bite before the stranger returns.
He places two capsules of Advil on her palm, taking the cupcake from her hand so she can hold the glass of water which he quickly refills after Kris empties it. The guy sits quietly on the other bed after closing the window, apologizing for forgetting before leaving her. He watches her reach for another cupcake, smiling when she notices him staring, busying himself with some books on the desk to take his eyes away from Kris.
"Is your roommate not returning?" She asks once she's done with another cupcake, gulping down the water after, thinking hydrating herself will help her get rid of the hangover quicker.
"He went home for the weekend." The boy answers, absentmindedly flipping through pages of a book that Kris now sees is placed upside down. She holds in her laughter and keeps asking.
"And you thought it would be alright to leave me here? What if he suddenly returns and finds a naked girl here."
"Half-naked," he corrects, voice cracking a little, "And he won't come in until I tell him he may. Some sort of code for when we need privacy."
"Oh."
The boy flushes at her suggestive response, shutting the book before frantically retrieving himself, "Not that I've brought a lot of girls over."
"Sure." Kris answers flatly, hoping to see more reaction from the boy.
"Trust me." He pleads and the girl becomes satisfied when she sees an imploring look on his face. She has a retort about stripping her almost naked but it gets lost when the man speaks up once again.
"I…I'm not sure if you remember my name but," he stands up from he bed, stands in front of Kris then stretches his arm towards the still half-naked girl, hand offered for her to take, "I'm-"
"Yixing," Kris interrupts, a smile blooming in her face. She remembers the name and that is all that is clear to her at the moment, aside from the fact that this guy is extremely nice to the point that he brought her back to his dorm room, did nothing to her, bought her cupcakes and remembered her birthday.
"You remembered." He looks surprised, puzzled even. Before Yixing's hand can fall to his side, Kris reaches for it and squeezes it. It's a bit smaller than hers and judging from what she sees where she is seated, she is also taller than the guy but she can't find herself minding that when she knows his heart is big enough to be kind to her.
"Kris." She responds after a moment of just them staring into the other's eyes, their hands still clasped with the other's. Yixing doesn't let go and boldly lifts the girl's hand to his lips and kisses the back of it.
"A pleasure to meet you." Yixing smiles, dimples digging deep on his cheek and Kris thinks if she wasn't naked this would be the most perfect moment of her life, feeling her cheeks almost splitting with how her lips are stretched from ear to ear. Looking at the other, however, she feels inexplicable warmth spreading through her chest and writes off her eighteenth birthday as the best day of her life to this.
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"Where's my dress?"
"Oh I washed it because I didn't think you'd want to walk out of my room with a short hoodie on."
(Kris later finds out that the only thing Yixing is bad at is doing the laundry.)
a/n: It’s so weird to call him Kris because I’m used to saying Yifan but I thought it’d be better instead of thinking of a female name :p
college au, fluff, fem!yifan
pg-15 / 2k
A pounding headache and a dry throat are what forces Kris to wake from her dream. She vaguely remembers a man and a voice and then she forgets it completely. When she comes to, she wishes she hasn't. She has grown exponentially aware of the ache that threatens to split her skull into half and it's not the most pleasant of things to wake up to. It's quite cold where she is and pulling the blankets up doesn't seem to do the trick. Against what she truly wants to do - keep her eyes closed and pretend the rest of the world is dead to her - she slowly blinks her eyes awake, unconsciously groaning because of the pain throbbing from her temples.
That last shot of tequilla was a really bad idea. Kris thinks as she tries to massage away the ache even though she knows that that will do nothing to alleviate it. She tries to think of ways on how to evade Tao's urging next time they go out for drinks but instead she just struggles to keep her eyes open, the light flooding in from the windows enough to irritate her and worsen her headache.
Then she shoots up, realizing her ceiling isn't supposed to be an blue but white. When she looks in front of her she finds grey-painted cabinets when hers are black and she knows, even with how hard she us squinting her eyes to let in as little light as possible, that she is seeing that correctly what with the windows seemingly missing curtains with how much sunlight is entering the room.
The tall brunet wonders where she is, trying to be as calm as she can because panicking will do her hangover no good. She stills, picking up every detail of the room and trying to remember if she's ever been there. When she looks to the right she finds another bed, separated from the one she's in by a desk between them.
I must be in the dorms. She deduces, knowing that that is how most dorm rooms are laid out and hearing loud chattering trickle into the room through the open window.
When she starts to inspect herself, she almost screams when she discovers that her dress is gone, leaving her only in her underwear. She tries to move but the headache doesn't allow her, growing more of a pain, literally, every time she changes her position so she decides to lie back down and wait for some divine providence. But before she can even return to comfort of the pillow, the door opens and a pair of feet rush through the entrance but stop through the small hallway where the kitchenette should be. Kris grabs the pillow and covers herself, hoping it will also be enough to distract the person if ever the other tries to harm her or creeps her out.
A man emerges from the hallway holding a plate full of cupcakes, one candle standing on the one placed in the middle. He blinks when he finds Kris on the bed as if he had no idea that she was there and she begins to internally panic that this guy is the roommate, considering how the bed on the other side has a crumpled blanket on top of it, and not the person who brought her in. The other backs away carefully and returns to the hallway, leaving with no word.
Her initial reaction should be to scream for help especially when she sees the stranger digging for something in the drawers in the kitchenette but instead she stays unmoving and soundless on the bed when the man returns with the candle in the middle of the cupcakes now lit with flame. Before she can open her mouth to say something, ask or protest, the guy starts singing a birthday song. His voice is gentle and soothing and even though it doesn't make the headache go away, it doesn't worsen it either so she can handle it.
Once he finishes with the song, he stretches his arms as far as they would go without stepping too close to where Kris is, clearly keeping his distance. He urges her to blow the candle by pushing the plate closer to her, "Go on, make a wish." The smile on his face is as gentle as his voice and normally Kris would go for those with deep, commanding ones but she still finds a hint of command in it, just the right amount to make her lean forward and blow the flame.
The guy places the plate of cupcakes on the desk and he looks sheepish while looking at it before moving his gaze to Kris. Her headache is still there but she's more awake now to be able to map out his features better. Curly brown hair, warm eyes, subtly sharp nose, plump cherry lips and when he smiles a dimple appears on his cheek. Basing it on looks alone, he doesn't seem like a bad guy but Kris knows she can't trust him just like that.
"How did you know it was my birthday?" Kris asks, her voice sounding scratchier than she expects it to be. She presses the pillow to her chest while she tries to move back to lean against the headboard.
The stranger tilts his head and looks at her a bit quizzically before asking, "You forgot what happened last night?"
Kris clutches the pillow tighter in reaction to his question and the guy seems to have read her action, quickly placating her inner concerns.
"Oh, no, no, it wasn't like that. Ummm." Kris looks down at herself as if to gesture how naked she is and how his words aren't being very convincing. "Please let me explain." She stays silent and waits until he composes himself, not pushing him to rush his words. Kris thinks if she was any more capable and not incapacitated by her hangover she would have been out of the room already. But like she thought earlier, the guy seems genuinely nice and deserves to be able to explain himself at least.
"Well, you puked on your dress last night while we were on the stairs." Kris' eyes bulge out and she inconspicuously sniffs herself, lightly scrunching her nose when she does catch a whiff of what he might be talking about. "I was going to put a shirt on you but thought none of my shirts would probably fit you," the guy quickly explains, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, looking down on it as if to remind himself, "so I decided on dressing you in one of my hoodies but when I checked on you again, you were already asleep. You looked so comfortable on my bed so I, uhh," he lifts one hand up to scratch the back of his neck and Kris thinks he looks endearing especially when he mumbles, "didn't want to wake you up anymore."
Flashbacks of the night before play in her mind and she remembers meeting a guy at the bar while her friends went dancing. He was warm and unlike the guys she's met before, he didn't look like he would have ill intentions. She doesn't remember much of what they talked about but Kris recalls the smile, the same one that the stranger is beaming at her with.
"Would you like to try the cupcake? The local bakery doesn't have the big cakes out yet and I was afraid you'd be gone without me being able to greet you happy birthday if I waited for them." Kris tries to stop her lips from stretching widely, hoping to look as nonchalant as possible in front of the stranger. He urges her once again, smiling towards the girl on the bed as if that alone should be enough of an encouragement. Kris hesitates at first and the pounding on her head is still present and makes her unable to move much. The stranger reaches for the cupcake and places it gently on her hand, making Kris a little queasy at how everything is so different from how other guys have treated her before. It makes her feel special and her mind is telling her to be cautious but something about the boy's smile has her believing that this guys is nothing like his previous boyfriends.
"I'll get you a pain reliever and water." The guy informs her and she smiles weakly in thanks before taking a bite of the treat. It isn't too sweet but it doesn't taste bland either and Kris finds herself taking another bite before the stranger returns.
He places two capsules of Advil on her palm, taking the cupcake from her hand so she can hold the glass of water which he quickly refills after Kris empties it. The guy sits quietly on the other bed after closing the window, apologizing for forgetting before leaving her. He watches her reach for another cupcake, smiling when she notices him staring, busying himself with some books on the desk to take his eyes away from Kris.
"Is your roommate not returning?" She asks once she's done with another cupcake, gulping down the water after, thinking hydrating herself will help her get rid of the hangover quicker.
"He went home for the weekend." The boy answers, absentmindedly flipping through pages of a book that Kris now sees is placed upside down. She holds in her laughter and keeps asking.
"And you thought it would be alright to leave me here? What if he suddenly returns and finds a naked girl here."
"Half-naked," he corrects, voice cracking a little, "And he won't come in until I tell him he may. Some sort of code for when we need privacy."
"Oh."
The boy flushes at her suggestive response, shutting the book before frantically retrieving himself, "Not that I've brought a lot of girls over."
"Sure." Kris answers flatly, hoping to see more reaction from the boy.
"Trust me." He pleads and the girl becomes satisfied when she sees an imploring look on his face. She has a retort about stripping her almost naked but it gets lost when the man speaks up once again.
"I…I'm not sure if you remember my name but," he stands up from he bed, stands in front of Kris then stretches his arm towards the still half-naked girl, hand offered for her to take, "I'm-"
"Yixing," Kris interrupts, a smile blooming in her face. She remembers the name and that is all that is clear to her at the moment, aside from the fact that this guy is extremely nice to the point that he brought her back to his dorm room, did nothing to her, bought her cupcakes and remembered her birthday.
"You remembered." He looks surprised, puzzled even. Before Yixing's hand can fall to his side, Kris reaches for it and squeezes it. It's a bit smaller than hers and judging from what she sees where she is seated, she is also taller than the guy but she can't find herself minding that when she knows his heart is big enough to be kind to her.
"Kris." She responds after a moment of just them staring into the other's eyes, their hands still clasped with the other's. Yixing doesn't let go and boldly lifts the girl's hand to his lips and kisses the back of it.
"A pleasure to meet you." Yixing smiles, dimples digging deep on his cheek and Kris thinks if she wasn't naked this would be the most perfect moment of her life, feeling her cheeks almost splitting with how her lips are stretched from ear to ear. Looking at the other, however, she feels inexplicable warmth spreading through her chest and writes off her eighteenth birthday as the best day of her life to this.
***
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"Where's my dress?"
"Oh I washed it because I didn't think you'd want to walk out of my room with a short hoodie on."
(Kris later finds out that the only thing Yixing is bad at is doing the laundry.)
a/n: It’s so weird to call him Kris because I’m used to saying Yifan but I thought it’d be better instead of thinking of a female name :p