Secrets Worth Keeping [9/15]
secrets worth keeping [9/15]
Pairings: Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Luhan, one sided!Taoris, Kris/Chanyeol
Genre: High School!AU
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 2, 580
Summary: Wu Fan is the star player of the school’s basketball team and a known ladies man. But Yixing discovers that it’s not all quite what it seems.
prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | {xiuhan side story} | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | {taochen side story} | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen
Yixing wakes up to the morning sun filtering through his blinds, feeling warm and lethargic as he lies curled up in the sheets. There is a moment where he just watches the ceiling hazily before he jerks awake and almost falls off his bed when memories from the night before flood back in a tidal wave of clarity. It takes him a few moments to realise that Wu Fan isn’t lying beside him and that he’s been tucked in carefully, sheets tight around him. With a flail and a groan, he manages to push the sheets off and sit up, almost immediately regretting it as his head swims and dots of light form in front of his eyes. He sniffs, letting his head clear for a few seconds before getting to his feet and padding down the stairs.
He isn’t really sure what he expects, but it certainly isn’t Wu Fan sitting at his kitchen table eating breakfast.
Wu Fan looks up when he hears Yixing approaching and he smiles, his face pale and eyes hooded - clearly drinking does not treat him well.
“Good morning,” he says and Yixing nods in response, sliding in to a chair across from him. He returns back to his meal and Yixing tries his best to slow his racing heart. His eyes graze over Wu Fan’s face and as they follow the curve of his lips, Yixing feels a rush of heat creep over his face, remembering the way they felt pressed against his mouth. He swallows and looks away, distracting himself by tracing the patterns in the wood of the table with his eyes.
“Thanks for letting me stay over,” Wu Fan says, causing Yixing to look up again. “I don’t think my parents would have been too happy if I had come home like that.” He offers a smile and Yixing feels his heart somersault. Deciding to try his luck, he clears his throat.
“Wu Fan do you…remember last night?”
Wu Fan frowns, eyebrows crossing and eyes narrowing. He looks thoughtful for a moment before his lips pull down a little; a thin lipped smile.
“Only flashes of vague conversations. And I remember drinking a lot.” He laughs a little and pokes at his rice. “But I think that’s pretty obvious, even without the memories.” Yixing nods along slowly, knowing this should set him at ease and yet, there’s a part of him that silently wishes Wu Fan would remember.
Wu Fan jerks up suddenly, eyes piercing as he watches Yixing suspiciously.
“Wait, why did you ask? Did I do something? Oh my god Yixing please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid.”
He looks so terrified that Yixing feels a strong urge to walk over and hug him.
“N-nothing,” he replies, now using the point of his finger to trace the patterns in the wood. “You almost kissed Chanyeol but I stopped you.” Wu Fan exhales loudly and slumps back in his chair, sending him a grateful smile.
“Thank you,” he says, “I’m still not really ready for everyone to know…well, you know.” He pushes the last few grains of rice around his bowl before getting up, chair screeching backward.
“I should leave,” he says, “my parents will be wondering where I’ve gone.” Yixing follows him to the door, heart still beating wildly in his chest. Wu Fan turns around before he leaves, slipping into his coat as he looks at Yixing, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Thank you again for letting me stay over,” he says and his voice is soft with appreciation. He hovers on the doorstep for a moment before he reaches forward and pulls Yixing into a hug and although it’s a little awkward because of their height difference Yixing thinks it’s perfect with his nose pressed into Wu Fan’s chest and the latter’s chin against his shoulder. And then he is gone, walking down the street with his head down and his hands stuffed in to the pockets of his coat, leaving Yixing staring after him until he can no longer see that mess of blonde hair.
*
Yixing spends most of the weekend unsure what to do. He types out at least a dozen text messages to Lu Han telling him about what had happened between him and Wu Fan and deletes every single one of them. Eventually, the terror of going to school the next day causes him to cave in and call Lu Han on Sunday afternoon.
They meet in the park, Lu Han sitting on the swing and kicking his legs out like a child, all innocent eyes and a wide smile.
“What’s up?” he asks, and Yixing sucks in a deep breath of air.
“I think I like Wu Fan.”
Lu Han looks at him, emotionless. “And?”
For a moment, Yixing wonders if Lu Han has even heard him.
“What do you mean ‘and’?”
“You like Wu Fan. So what are you going to do about it?”
Yixing just blinks stupidly at him as Lu Han slows to a stop on the swing, bouncing off to stand in front of him.
“You knew?”
“Of course.”
“But I didn’t even know.”
Lu Han sighs. “Okay, let’s backtrack a little. I remember a certain person telling me that he knew I liked Minseok before I realised it.”
Yixing nods slowly, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape.
“I see,” he says and Lu Han’s grin widens.
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
Yixing blushes and looks away, but not before he sees Lu Han’s eyes widen considerably.
“Wait, you already have done something about it! What happened?”He grabs onto Yixing’s arm, shaking it excitedly. With a frown, Yixing manages to detach himself from Lu Han’s grip and he shakes his head.
“No, I didn’t do anything. But he- when we were at the party - and all of the drinking - and Chanyeol…” he trails off and Lu Han raises an eyebrow.
“Okay Yixing, I’m not a mind reader. Please translate.”
Yixing exhales, long and deep and his shoulders roll forward, posture slackening.
“He kissed me,” he says, raising a hand up when Lu Han’s expression becomes delighted, “but, he was drunk.”
Lu Han’s face falls a little, and his eyebrows crease against his forehead, the slightest of wrinkles indenting into his skin.
“Oh,” is all he says and he walks forward, raising a hand to pat Yixing’s shoulder.
Yixing leans into the touch before he pulls Lu Han into a hug, arms overlapping to fit Lu Han’s smaller frame.
“I’m not sure what to do,” he murmurs against the hair pressed against his jaw. His heart lurches against his chest at the realisation of just how much he wants Wu Fan.
“I really like him Lu Han.”
Lu Han hums and the sound reverberates through Yixing’s body.
“I know you do Yixing.” He pulls away, offering a wan smile. “If it helps, I think he likes you too.”
Yixing snorts softly and ruffles Lu Han’s hair.
“I doubt it,” he says, thoughts drifting to Chanyeol and Chanyeol pressed against Wu Fan, the shared smiles between them, the lingering touches and fierce kisses.
Lu Han links their arms together.
“You’re wrong,” he trills confidently, and starts to lead him away. “Now let’s go get a coffee to cheer you up.”
Yixing smiles and follows him, letting all thoughts of Wu Fan vanish beneath the warmth of Lu Han’s arm and the pleasant swirl of affection which settles in his heart.
*
He gets to school late on Monday to find Wu Fan waiting for him. It only takes a single glance for his heart to pang with an ache of longing. Wu Fan walks over,
wrapping an arm around his shoulders as they move off to class.
“Did you still want to come to semi-finals?” he asks, and Yixing almost doesn’t hear him due to a conflict raging inside his head about whether he should slide his arm around Wu Fan’s waist.
“I - of course!” he replies as he decides to fit his arm snugly around his back, fingers curled around his hip. It’s funny, he muses, but they fit together perfectly.
Wu Fan attempts to prevent a grin but fails as his lips stretch wide over his teeth. It’s one of Yixing’s favourites; the sort where Wu Fan is embarrassed that he can’t restrain his happiness. Yixing smiles back.
“Do I have to come with you or-?”
“The team takes a bus together so, you can come with us like that if you want.”
Yixing nods.
“That sounds great!”
They’ve almost reached the entrance to the building when Wu Fan suddenly pulls him aside, behind the corner towards a dark patchy area of grass which clearly does not see much daylight. Yixing looks down at the fingers clenched around his arm.
“Yixing,” Wu Fan starts, and his voice sounds far more tense than it had been before.
Yixing lets his gaze drift up, settling on Wu Fan’s face. The trees above them grow thickly and the light filters through them in speckles of gold which dot across Wu Fan’s cheeks.
“I’m not with Chanyeol anymore,” he says suddenly and Yixing’s eyes fly wide, a dash of sympathy laced with misplaced glee.
“Are you okay?”
Wu Fan looks at him and nods, a faint smile on his lips.
“I realised I didn’t love him…” he trails off and his eyes flit away, staring into the distance. He seems to be on the edge of saying something else so Yixing waits patiently, fingers drumming a beat against the skin of his hand. A conflicted expression passes over his face before he settles on something more reserved, a sigh escaping his lips.
“It just wasn’t going to work between us,” he says softly, and Yixing has the niggling feeling that these are not quite the words he wants to say. But he doesn’t pry - it isn’t really his place after all.
“As long as you’re happy Wu Fan,” Yixing says, lips quirking into a lopsided smile as he lightly punches Wu Fan’s shoulder. “That’s all that matters.” Wu Fan smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He links their arms together and pulls Yixing back toward the classroom, holding him close and tight against him. He seems to be deep in thought for a moment, before his face clears, relaxing into an expression that resembles contentment.
“I am happy,” he says, and the smile that he turns towards Yixing as he speaks, is far brighter than before. Yixing grins back as his heartbeat echoes loudly in his ears.
*
It’s lunch time and Wu Fan is off practicing basketball, attempting to play as much as possible before the semi-finals the following day. The rest of them sit inside the cafeteria; Lu Han feeding Minseok bits of rice while Jongdae flicks his own food at them across the table.
“Is that really necessary?” he asks, his nose wrinkled. Lu Han grins, blinking widely in an attempt to appear far more innocent than he clearly is.
“Yes,” he says simply, before he gives Minseok a quick peck on the lips. Minseok just smiles and Yixing can’t help but laugh at their utter adoration for each other. Although seemingly impossible, they have become even more intertwined after Minseok confessed.
“As disgusting as you two are,” Jongdae says, “I almost wish I had someone like that.”
As he lands a piece of egg right against Minseok’s cheek, Minseok shoots him a look of dislike.
“Well maybe you would if you weren’t so annoying all the time.”
Lu Han hums in agreement and leans his shoulder into Minseok, resting his head against his shoulder. Jongdae just slams his head onto the table with a groan. Zitao shuffles over a little, leaning across the table so that he can talk to Yixing without the others over hearing.
“Yixing,” he says, and his voice is quiet as he looks over, dark hair falling across his eyes. “What happened at that party the other night?”
Yixing feels everything just stop for a moment, his entire body tensing as he forces his face to remain impassive.
“Nothing, why?”
Zitao sighs.
“I just got a really weird text from Wu Fan that night, that’s all.”
It’s as though Yixing suddenly deflates, all of his anxiety trickling out of him.
“Oh,” he says, with a small laugh, remembering the attempted paper plane Wu Fan had made to send Zitao, “yeah, he was pretty drunk.”
He begins to eat his lunch again, cracking a smile when he sees Minseok brush some hair away from Lu Han’s face. After a few moments, he turns his attention back to Zitao who still hasn’t moved back across the table, arms stretched out in front of him and eyebrows slanting down, creasing his forehead as he looks at Yixing.
“What?” Yixing asks, mouth half filled with food. He wonders if he has some sauce on his face.
“I’ve been talking to Wu Fan a lot recently,” he says and Yixing feels a slight twinge of jealousy, hurt at the prospect of Wu Fan sharing secrets with Zitao and not him.
“Oh?”
“Yeah he texts me all the time.”
Yixing doesn’t even register that he’s dropped his food. He is too focused on the thought of Wu Fan and Zitao and their apparent friendship he was unaware of. It occurs to him that his jealousy is completely irrational, but that thought doesn't make it disappear.
“Like, what sort of texts?” he asks, faking nonchalance, and most definitely failing at it when he chokes on a piece of rice.
Zitao sends him a strange look.
“Just normal things.” He smiles suddenly, sharp teeth displayed through the crack in his lips. “It’s okay Yixing, I don’t like him like that, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Yixing shakes his head, letting his gaze fall away.
“I’m not - I’m not worried Zitao. I was just curious.”
Although he doesn’t look up, he can see that the grin on Zitao’s face doesn’t fade.
“Seriously. He’s great and all but, it’s not the same now that I know him. Before it was so easy to make him this amazing sort of guy, but he isn’t really all that perfect.” He pauses, and he leans just that little bit closer, his fingers clasped on the table just beneath Yixing’s downcast eyes. “Besides, he likes someone else.”
Yixing swallows, and he wonders if Zitao notices.
“No, he broke up with them. The person I mean. I don’t think he likes them anymore.”
“I’m not talking about Chanyeol,” Zitao says and Yixing jerks to attention, eyes flickering wide as he looks up.
“How did you know about Chanyeol?”
“I told you,” he says, the smallest tweak of a smile on his lips. “We talk.”
The bell rings and Zitao sends him a smirk before sliding off his chair and collecting his bag. Jongdae sighs loudly and goes to follow him, bumping against his shoulder before leaning into him, just hard enough to be annoying and earn himself a shove. Minseok and Lu Han take their time, making sure to wrap themselves up in each other enough so that they can barely move before they walk away.
Yixing just sits there, blinking into the distance as his thoughts swirl around each other, never straying too far from the fact that Wu Fan likes someone else and the fact that it breaks his heart.
*
AN: Okay so I just got back from work and I have work again in ten hours and I need to sleep, so basically, this is un-edited! Sorry! ;; (I just couldn't miss my deadline to post it) /throws hearts and flowers at you all~~ ♥ Also, yes Yixing is an official idiot. I think he may be worse than Minseok and Lu Han were. And another also, im really exited to post the next chapter hehehe it only goes uphill from her
Pairings: Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Luhan, one sided!Taoris, Kris/Chanyeol
Genre: High School!AU
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 2, 580
Summary: Wu Fan is the star player of the school’s basketball team and a known ladies man. But Yixing discovers that it’s not all quite what it seems.
prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | {xiuhan side story} | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | {taochen side story} | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen
Yixing wakes up to the morning sun filtering through his blinds, feeling warm and lethargic as he lies curled up in the sheets. There is a moment where he just watches the ceiling hazily before he jerks awake and almost falls off his bed when memories from the night before flood back in a tidal wave of clarity. It takes him a few moments to realise that Wu Fan isn’t lying beside him and that he’s been tucked in carefully, sheets tight around him. With a flail and a groan, he manages to push the sheets off and sit up, almost immediately regretting it as his head swims and dots of light form in front of his eyes. He sniffs, letting his head clear for a few seconds before getting to his feet and padding down the stairs.
He isn’t really sure what he expects, but it certainly isn’t Wu Fan sitting at his kitchen table eating breakfast.
Wu Fan looks up when he hears Yixing approaching and he smiles, his face pale and eyes hooded - clearly drinking does not treat him well.
“Good morning,” he says and Yixing nods in response, sliding in to a chair across from him. He returns back to his meal and Yixing tries his best to slow his racing heart. His eyes graze over Wu Fan’s face and as they follow the curve of his lips, Yixing feels a rush of heat creep over his face, remembering the way they felt pressed against his mouth. He swallows and looks away, distracting himself by tracing the patterns in the wood of the table with his eyes.
“Thanks for letting me stay over,” Wu Fan says, causing Yixing to look up again. “I don’t think my parents would have been too happy if I had come home like that.” He offers a smile and Yixing feels his heart somersault. Deciding to try his luck, he clears his throat.
“Wu Fan do you…remember last night?”
Wu Fan frowns, eyebrows crossing and eyes narrowing. He looks thoughtful for a moment before his lips pull down a little; a thin lipped smile.
“Only flashes of vague conversations. And I remember drinking a lot.” He laughs a little and pokes at his rice. “But I think that’s pretty obvious, even without the memories.” Yixing nods along slowly, knowing this should set him at ease and yet, there’s a part of him that silently wishes Wu Fan would remember.
Wu Fan jerks up suddenly, eyes piercing as he watches Yixing suspiciously.
“Wait, why did you ask? Did I do something? Oh my god Yixing please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid.”
He looks so terrified that Yixing feels a strong urge to walk over and hug him.
“N-nothing,” he replies, now using the point of his finger to trace the patterns in the wood. “You almost kissed Chanyeol but I stopped you.” Wu Fan exhales loudly and slumps back in his chair, sending him a grateful smile.
“Thank you,” he says, “I’m still not really ready for everyone to know…well, you know.” He pushes the last few grains of rice around his bowl before getting up, chair screeching backward.
“I should leave,” he says, “my parents will be wondering where I’ve gone.” Yixing follows him to the door, heart still beating wildly in his chest. Wu Fan turns around before he leaves, slipping into his coat as he looks at Yixing, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Thank you again for letting me stay over,” he says and his voice is soft with appreciation. He hovers on the doorstep for a moment before he reaches forward and pulls Yixing into a hug and although it’s a little awkward because of their height difference Yixing thinks it’s perfect with his nose pressed into Wu Fan’s chest and the latter’s chin against his shoulder. And then he is gone, walking down the street with his head down and his hands stuffed in to the pockets of his coat, leaving Yixing staring after him until he can no longer see that mess of blonde hair.
*
Yixing spends most of the weekend unsure what to do. He types out at least a dozen text messages to Lu Han telling him about what had happened between him and Wu Fan and deletes every single one of them. Eventually, the terror of going to school the next day causes him to cave in and call Lu Han on Sunday afternoon.
They meet in the park, Lu Han sitting on the swing and kicking his legs out like a child, all innocent eyes and a wide smile.
“What’s up?” he asks, and Yixing sucks in a deep breath of air.
“I think I like Wu Fan.”
Lu Han looks at him, emotionless. “And?”
For a moment, Yixing wonders if Lu Han has even heard him.
“What do you mean ‘and’?”
“You like Wu Fan. So what are you going to do about it?”
Yixing just blinks stupidly at him as Lu Han slows to a stop on the swing, bouncing off to stand in front of him.
“You knew?”
“Of course.”
“But I didn’t even know.”
Lu Han sighs. “Okay, let’s backtrack a little. I remember a certain person telling me that he knew I liked Minseok before I realised it.”
Yixing nods slowly, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape.
“I see,” he says and Lu Han’s grin widens.
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
Yixing blushes and looks away, but not before he sees Lu Han’s eyes widen considerably.
“Wait, you already have done something about it! What happened?”He grabs onto Yixing’s arm, shaking it excitedly. With a frown, Yixing manages to detach himself from Lu Han’s grip and he shakes his head.
“No, I didn’t do anything. But he- when we were at the party - and all of the drinking - and Chanyeol…” he trails off and Lu Han raises an eyebrow.
“Okay Yixing, I’m not a mind reader. Please translate.”
Yixing exhales, long and deep and his shoulders roll forward, posture slackening.
“He kissed me,” he says, raising a hand up when Lu Han’s expression becomes delighted, “but, he was drunk.”
Lu Han’s face falls a little, and his eyebrows crease against his forehead, the slightest of wrinkles indenting into his skin.
“Oh,” is all he says and he walks forward, raising a hand to pat Yixing’s shoulder.
Yixing leans into the touch before he pulls Lu Han into a hug, arms overlapping to fit Lu Han’s smaller frame.
“I’m not sure what to do,” he murmurs against the hair pressed against his jaw. His heart lurches against his chest at the realisation of just how much he wants Wu Fan.
“I really like him Lu Han.”
Lu Han hums and the sound reverberates through Yixing’s body.
“I know you do Yixing.” He pulls away, offering a wan smile. “If it helps, I think he likes you too.”
Yixing snorts softly and ruffles Lu Han’s hair.
“I doubt it,” he says, thoughts drifting to Chanyeol and Chanyeol pressed against Wu Fan, the shared smiles between them, the lingering touches and fierce kisses.
Lu Han links their arms together.
“You’re wrong,” he trills confidently, and starts to lead him away. “Now let’s go get a coffee to cheer you up.”
Yixing smiles and follows him, letting all thoughts of Wu Fan vanish beneath the warmth of Lu Han’s arm and the pleasant swirl of affection which settles in his heart.
*
He gets to school late on Monday to find Wu Fan waiting for him. It only takes a single glance for his heart to pang with an ache of longing. Wu Fan walks over,
wrapping an arm around his shoulders as they move off to class.
“Did you still want to come to semi-finals?” he asks, and Yixing almost doesn’t hear him due to a conflict raging inside his head about whether he should slide his arm around Wu Fan’s waist.
“I - of course!” he replies as he decides to fit his arm snugly around his back, fingers curled around his hip. It’s funny, he muses, but they fit together perfectly.
Wu Fan attempts to prevent a grin but fails as his lips stretch wide over his teeth. It’s one of Yixing’s favourites; the sort where Wu Fan is embarrassed that he can’t restrain his happiness. Yixing smiles back.
“Do I have to come with you or-?”
“The team takes a bus together so, you can come with us like that if you want.”
Yixing nods.
“That sounds great!”
They’ve almost reached the entrance to the building when Wu Fan suddenly pulls him aside, behind the corner towards a dark patchy area of grass which clearly does not see much daylight. Yixing looks down at the fingers clenched around his arm.
“Yixing,” Wu Fan starts, and his voice sounds far more tense than it had been before.
Yixing lets his gaze drift up, settling on Wu Fan’s face. The trees above them grow thickly and the light filters through them in speckles of gold which dot across Wu Fan’s cheeks.
“I’m not with Chanyeol anymore,” he says suddenly and Yixing’s eyes fly wide, a dash of sympathy laced with misplaced glee.
“Are you okay?”
Wu Fan looks at him and nods, a faint smile on his lips.
“I realised I didn’t love him…” he trails off and his eyes flit away, staring into the distance. He seems to be on the edge of saying something else so Yixing waits patiently, fingers drumming a beat against the skin of his hand. A conflicted expression passes over his face before he settles on something more reserved, a sigh escaping his lips.
“It just wasn’t going to work between us,” he says softly, and Yixing has the niggling feeling that these are not quite the words he wants to say. But he doesn’t pry - it isn’t really his place after all.
“As long as you’re happy Wu Fan,” Yixing says, lips quirking into a lopsided smile as he lightly punches Wu Fan’s shoulder. “That’s all that matters.” Wu Fan smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He links their arms together and pulls Yixing back toward the classroom, holding him close and tight against him. He seems to be deep in thought for a moment, before his face clears, relaxing into an expression that resembles contentment.
“I am happy,” he says, and the smile that he turns towards Yixing as he speaks, is far brighter than before. Yixing grins back as his heartbeat echoes loudly in his ears.
*
It’s lunch time and Wu Fan is off practicing basketball, attempting to play as much as possible before the semi-finals the following day. The rest of them sit inside the cafeteria; Lu Han feeding Minseok bits of rice while Jongdae flicks his own food at them across the table.
“Is that really necessary?” he asks, his nose wrinkled. Lu Han grins, blinking widely in an attempt to appear far more innocent than he clearly is.
“Yes,” he says simply, before he gives Minseok a quick peck on the lips. Minseok just smiles and Yixing can’t help but laugh at their utter adoration for each other. Although seemingly impossible, they have become even more intertwined after Minseok confessed.
“As disgusting as you two are,” Jongdae says, “I almost wish I had someone like that.”
As he lands a piece of egg right against Minseok’s cheek, Minseok shoots him a look of dislike.
“Well maybe you would if you weren’t so annoying all the time.”
Lu Han hums in agreement and leans his shoulder into Minseok, resting his head against his shoulder. Jongdae just slams his head onto the table with a groan. Zitao shuffles over a little, leaning across the table so that he can talk to Yixing without the others over hearing.
“Yixing,” he says, and his voice is quiet as he looks over, dark hair falling across his eyes. “What happened at that party the other night?”
Yixing feels everything just stop for a moment, his entire body tensing as he forces his face to remain impassive.
“Nothing, why?”
Zitao sighs.
“I just got a really weird text from Wu Fan that night, that’s all.”
It’s as though Yixing suddenly deflates, all of his anxiety trickling out of him.
“Oh,” he says, with a small laugh, remembering the attempted paper plane Wu Fan had made to send Zitao, “yeah, he was pretty drunk.”
He begins to eat his lunch again, cracking a smile when he sees Minseok brush some hair away from Lu Han’s face. After a few moments, he turns his attention back to Zitao who still hasn’t moved back across the table, arms stretched out in front of him and eyebrows slanting down, creasing his forehead as he looks at Yixing.
“What?” Yixing asks, mouth half filled with food. He wonders if he has some sauce on his face.
“I’ve been talking to Wu Fan a lot recently,” he says and Yixing feels a slight twinge of jealousy, hurt at the prospect of Wu Fan sharing secrets with Zitao and not him.
“Oh?”
“Yeah he texts me all the time.”
Yixing doesn’t even register that he’s dropped his food. He is too focused on the thought of Wu Fan and Zitao and their apparent friendship he was unaware of. It occurs to him that his jealousy is completely irrational, but that thought doesn't make it disappear.
“Like, what sort of texts?” he asks, faking nonchalance, and most definitely failing at it when he chokes on a piece of rice.
Zitao sends him a strange look.
“Just normal things.” He smiles suddenly, sharp teeth displayed through the crack in his lips. “It’s okay Yixing, I don’t like him like that, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Yixing shakes his head, letting his gaze fall away.
“I’m not - I’m not worried Zitao. I was just curious.”
Although he doesn’t look up, he can see that the grin on Zitao’s face doesn’t fade.
“Seriously. He’s great and all but, it’s not the same now that I know him. Before it was so easy to make him this amazing sort of guy, but he isn’t really all that perfect.” He pauses, and he leans just that little bit closer, his fingers clasped on the table just beneath Yixing’s downcast eyes. “Besides, he likes someone else.”
Yixing swallows, and he wonders if Zitao notices.
“No, he broke up with them. The person I mean. I don’t think he likes them anymore.”
“I’m not talking about Chanyeol,” Zitao says and Yixing jerks to attention, eyes flickering wide as he looks up.
“How did you know about Chanyeol?”
“I told you,” he says, the smallest tweak of a smile on his lips. “We talk.”
The bell rings and Zitao sends him a smirk before sliding off his chair and collecting his bag. Jongdae sighs loudly and goes to follow him, bumping against his shoulder before leaning into him, just hard enough to be annoying and earn himself a shove. Minseok and Lu Han take their time, making sure to wrap themselves up in each other enough so that they can barely move before they walk away.
Yixing just sits there, blinking into the distance as his thoughts swirl around each other, never straying too far from the fact that Wu Fan likes someone else and the fact that it breaks his heart.
*
AN: Okay so I just got back from work and I have work again in ten hours and I need to sleep, so basically, this is un-edited! Sorry! ;; (I just couldn't miss my deadline to post it) /throws hearts and flowers at you all~~ ♥ Also, yes Yixing is an official idiot. I think he may be worse than Minseok and Lu Han were. And another also, im really exited to post the next chapter hehehe it only goes uphill from her