First Snow
Title: First Snow
Pairings: Kris/Lay
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, slice of life, college!ar
Word Count: ~1450
Disclaimer: pls
Prompt: college!kray inspired by this which is from this (fuck you haleycp istg)
apologies for any terrible assumptions about design or art in general I have no idea how any of that works
*
Yifan knows that Yixing’s pulled another late night in the studio when he rolls over in bed at 9am and sees that his roommate’s has obviously not been slept in. He figures, fuck it, he’s going to be late for his 9:30 design recitation anyway, and bails in favor of a quick trip to the hipster coffee shop down the street before going to find Yixing. The coffee there is decent and he’s friends with the barista on morning shift. He rushes out the door after throwing on the first things he finds in his dresser and halfheartedly brushing his teeth, barely remembering his keys and winter coat before heading out to brave the December cold.
“Hey Yifan, the usual today?” Minseok smiles at him cheerily, always the morning person. Yifan wonders if there’s a few screws loose in Minseok’s head, because how else do you explain someone being that happy before noon?
“Yeah, and Yixing’s usual too, thanks.”
“Coming right up.”
Two steaming cups in hand, Yifan finds his way to the studio without incident, carefully nudging open doors with his foot, trying to keep coffee from ending up all over the floor and himself. He eventually finds Yixing passed out in front of one of the computers in the senior design studio, right cheek smushed into the number pad of the keyboard. Setting down the coffee a safe distance away, he sneaks up behind his slumbering roommate until he’s within striking distance, then plants a wet kiss right on Yixing’s exposed cheek.
Yixing springs awake, arms flailing as he attempts to remember where he is and what he’s doing. Yifan thanks his years of previous experience for knowing to get out of the way just in time, laughing at his boyfriend’s obvious confusion as he goes to reclaim the coffees sitting untouched on the next table. He shoves the larger one at Yixing, who finally calms down enough to grab it and take a huge swig, making a face as he burns his tongue, as usual. “Hey, Yifan. What time is it?”
Yifan pulls out his phone. “Quarter til ten”
“Oh god.” Turning back to his desktop, Yixing shakes the mouse vigorously to reanimate the computer. The screen clears, Yixing’s latest design appearing slowly as the computer comes back to life.
Yifan tilts his head, contemplating the design. “What’s this for?”
“Project due at noon. We’re supposed to be creating our own brand or something.”
“EXO?”
“I had no idea what to make a brand of, so I imagined all of us in one of those...what do you call them...idol groups? Figured we’re, y’know, out of this world. Exoplanet. EXO.”
Yifan’s face contorts into a grimace. “That’s a stretch, even for you. How are you going to explain that one to Professor Li?”
“I figured that if I have no idea what I’m talking about, he’ll probably have even less of an idea. It’ll be fine.”
“Zitao will probably throw a fit-he can’t stand your lame jokes even less than I can.”
“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him. And you know you love me. Even my lame jokes.”
“True enough.”
Yixing smiles up at him, his dimple distracting Yifan from his puffy eyes, tousled hair, and keyboard imprint that is still in the process of fading from his cheek. He gets his usual sudden urge to kiss that dimple, but Yixing has work to do. Instead, he says, “So what’s the problem? You only stay late nights if your perfectionism is kicking in.”
“I don’t know, for some reason the relative size of the lettering doesn’t seem right.”
Yifan lightly hip checks Yixing, urging him out of his seat. Yixing complies and Yifan sits down, consciously aware of Yixing’s body heat lingering in the cushion beneath him. He’s playing around with font sizes not too much later when he feels a hand on his shoulder, accompanied by a familiar voice. “Hyung.”
He turns his head. Too late, he finds a bony finger ready for him. Sehun insistently pokes a few times at his cheek as his grin slowly splits his face in two.
“What the fuck, Sehun?”
The freshman erupts into peals of delighted laughter, backhugging Yifan before the senior manages to shove him away completely. “Get off! No one likes you. And I’m taken.”
Yixing chimes in. “He’s mine, remember? No touching.”
Sehun grumbles as he disentangles himself. “You guys are so lovey-dovey. It’s gross.”
Yixing waggles his eyebrows meaningfully. “You haven’t seen the half of it.”
Sehun throws his hands over his face in mock horror. “Don’t! I don’t want to know the sordid details of your love life, thanks.”
He’s suddenly shoved away unceremoniously by a leering Baekhyun. “He doesn’t, but I do! Spill all, guys, I’m all ears.”
Yifan makes a face at him. “No thanks, you’ll probably end up telling Jongin everything and scarring the poor kid for life.”
Baekhyun feigns hurt. “Would I do that?”
“Yes!” Yifan and Yixing exclaim in unison, Sehun snorting his agreement into his sleeve nearby.
“You guys have no faith in me.” Baekhyun produces an ancient looking polaroid camera seemingly out of nowhere midsentence and snaps a quick picture of Yixing and Yifan before anyone can react.
“What was that for?” Yifan is suddenly very conscious of the fact that he’d pretty much rolled out of bed, and Yixing had actually just rolled off of a keyboard not 20 minutes before.
“Photography class. Need to photograph animals in their natural habitats.”
“Bullshit. Also, rude.”
Baekhyun raised his hands in defeat, fresh polaroid fluttering between his fingers. Yifan notices that there’s a small stack of them already sticking out of his pocket. “Okay, okay, it’s for the memories. Gotta remember your ugly mugs after you graduate somehow.”
Yifan eyes him suspiciously before he decides not to press the point and turns back to the computer. “Whatever. Now, where was I?”
Yixing drapes himself over Yifan’s shoulders, chin coming to rest naturally in the crook of his neck. “Helping me with me homework?”
“Well, yes. As always.”
Yixing sighs and Yifan belatedly realizes what he’s said, clamping his mouth shut too late. Yixing shoulders are drooping when he lifts himself off Yifan’s shoulders, eyes sad as he stares forlornly at the computer screen. “I have no idea how you put up with me. You’re always done with these things days in advance and I’m always doing everything at the last possible moment. I feel like I’m always the one asking you for help.”
Yifan senses his boyfriend’s self-esteem flagging and tries to alleviate the situation. “But I like helping you. And, I don’t know. Maybe I put up with you because you’re adorable?”
Yixing swats at him playfully. “Please!”
“Maybe it’s because you’re an amazing person? Maybe it’s for the mindblowing sex-”
“WE’RE RIGHT HERE!” Sehun hollers from halfway across the room.
Yixing’s laughing now though and Yifan smiles, relieved. “Seriously, Xing, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Thanks.” Yixing drops a kiss on Yifan’s temple, squeezing his shoulder. “Me too.”
Yifan turns back to the monitor, fingers deftly making last minute adjustments on Yixing’s project. Yixing’s hand never leaves his shoulder. He leans into its warmth as he presses the submit button 15 minutes later and powers down the computer. “All done. Ready to go home?”
Yixing smiles at him and sways a little as he nods, obviously half dead on his feet. “Definitely.”
Yifan quickly shoves all of Yixing’s things into his backpack and shoulders it himself, steering Yixing in the direction of the door and throwing a “See you guys!” behind him as they leave.
“Bye, hyung!”
“Have fun and always remember protection!” Yifan groans. He’s going to kill Baekhyun the next time he sees him.
It starts snowing as they make their way down the street. Yixing perks up at the sight and sticks his tongue out, trying to catch some of the errant flakes, childlike enthusiasm bubbling to the surface despite his exhaustion. Yifan watches him fondly, keeping an arm around Yixing’s shoulders, making sure he doesn’t accidentally wander into a light pole or out into the street in his excitement.
The snow is falling in full force by the time they’re standing outside their dorm building, dusting their jackets in white. Yixing turns to Yifan, eyes lit up like it’s Christmas, cheeks red from the cold. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
Yifan takes in Yixing’s wide smile and snow-flecked eyelashes and feels like his love is going to explode right out of his chest as he replies, “Yeah. Beautiful.”
He’s not talking about the snow, and Yixing seems to recognize that when Yifan pulls him into a kiss.
*
A/N: WORD VOMIT. ALL OF IT.
I really should be writing my grad school essays right now what the fuck am i doing
Pairings: Kris/Lay
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, slice of life, college!ar
Word Count: ~1450
Disclaimer: pls
Prompt: college!kray inspired by this which is from this (fuck you haleycp istg)
apologies for any terrible assumptions about design or art in general I have no idea how any of that works
*
Yifan knows that Yixing’s pulled another late night in the studio when he rolls over in bed at 9am and sees that his roommate’s has obviously not been slept in. He figures, fuck it, he’s going to be late for his 9:30 design recitation anyway, and bails in favor of a quick trip to the hipster coffee shop down the street before going to find Yixing. The coffee there is decent and he’s friends with the barista on morning shift. He rushes out the door after throwing on the first things he finds in his dresser and halfheartedly brushing his teeth, barely remembering his keys and winter coat before heading out to brave the December cold.
“Hey Yifan, the usual today?” Minseok smiles at him cheerily, always the morning person. Yifan wonders if there’s a few screws loose in Minseok’s head, because how else do you explain someone being that happy before noon?
“Yeah, and Yixing’s usual too, thanks.”
“Coming right up.”
Two steaming cups in hand, Yifan finds his way to the studio without incident, carefully nudging open doors with his foot, trying to keep coffee from ending up all over the floor and himself. He eventually finds Yixing passed out in front of one of the computers in the senior design studio, right cheek smushed into the number pad of the keyboard. Setting down the coffee a safe distance away, he sneaks up behind his slumbering roommate until he’s within striking distance, then plants a wet kiss right on Yixing’s exposed cheek.
Yixing springs awake, arms flailing as he attempts to remember where he is and what he’s doing. Yifan thanks his years of previous experience for knowing to get out of the way just in time, laughing at his boyfriend’s obvious confusion as he goes to reclaim the coffees sitting untouched on the next table. He shoves the larger one at Yixing, who finally calms down enough to grab it and take a huge swig, making a face as he burns his tongue, as usual. “Hey, Yifan. What time is it?”
Yifan pulls out his phone. “Quarter til ten”
“Oh god.” Turning back to his desktop, Yixing shakes the mouse vigorously to reanimate the computer. The screen clears, Yixing’s latest design appearing slowly as the computer comes back to life.
Yifan tilts his head, contemplating the design. “What’s this for?”
“Project due at noon. We’re supposed to be creating our own brand or something.”
“EXO?”
“I had no idea what to make a brand of, so I imagined all of us in one of those...what do you call them...idol groups? Figured we’re, y’know, out of this world. Exoplanet. EXO.”
Yifan’s face contorts into a grimace. “That’s a stretch, even for you. How are you going to explain that one to Professor Li?”
“I figured that if I have no idea what I’m talking about, he’ll probably have even less of an idea. It’ll be fine.”
“Zitao will probably throw a fit-he can’t stand your lame jokes even less than I can.”
“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him. And you know you love me. Even my lame jokes.”
“True enough.”
Yixing smiles up at him, his dimple distracting Yifan from his puffy eyes, tousled hair, and keyboard imprint that is still in the process of fading from his cheek. He gets his usual sudden urge to kiss that dimple, but Yixing has work to do. Instead, he says, “So what’s the problem? You only stay late nights if your perfectionism is kicking in.”
“I don’t know, for some reason the relative size of the lettering doesn’t seem right.”
Yifan lightly hip checks Yixing, urging him out of his seat. Yixing complies and Yifan sits down, consciously aware of Yixing’s body heat lingering in the cushion beneath him. He’s playing around with font sizes not too much later when he feels a hand on his shoulder, accompanied by a familiar voice. “Hyung.”
He turns his head. Too late, he finds a bony finger ready for him. Sehun insistently pokes a few times at his cheek as his grin slowly splits his face in two.
“What the fuck, Sehun?”
The freshman erupts into peals of delighted laughter, backhugging Yifan before the senior manages to shove him away completely. “Get off! No one likes you. And I’m taken.”
Yixing chimes in. “He’s mine, remember? No touching.”
Sehun grumbles as he disentangles himself. “You guys are so lovey-dovey. It’s gross.”
Yixing waggles his eyebrows meaningfully. “You haven’t seen the half of it.”
Sehun throws his hands over his face in mock horror. “Don’t! I don’t want to know the sordid details of your love life, thanks.”
He’s suddenly shoved away unceremoniously by a leering Baekhyun. “He doesn’t, but I do! Spill all, guys, I’m all ears.”
Yifan makes a face at him. “No thanks, you’ll probably end up telling Jongin everything and scarring the poor kid for life.”
Baekhyun feigns hurt. “Would I do that?”
“Yes!” Yifan and Yixing exclaim in unison, Sehun snorting his agreement into his sleeve nearby.
“You guys have no faith in me.” Baekhyun produces an ancient looking polaroid camera seemingly out of nowhere midsentence and snaps a quick picture of Yixing and Yifan before anyone can react.
“What was that for?” Yifan is suddenly very conscious of the fact that he’d pretty much rolled out of bed, and Yixing had actually just rolled off of a keyboard not 20 minutes before.
“Photography class. Need to photograph animals in their natural habitats.”
“Bullshit. Also, rude.”
Baekhyun raised his hands in defeat, fresh polaroid fluttering between his fingers. Yifan notices that there’s a small stack of them already sticking out of his pocket. “Okay, okay, it’s for the memories. Gotta remember your ugly mugs after you graduate somehow.”
Yifan eyes him suspiciously before he decides not to press the point and turns back to the computer. “Whatever. Now, where was I?”
Yixing drapes himself over Yifan’s shoulders, chin coming to rest naturally in the crook of his neck. “Helping me with me homework?”
“Well, yes. As always.”
Yixing sighs and Yifan belatedly realizes what he’s said, clamping his mouth shut too late. Yixing shoulders are drooping when he lifts himself off Yifan’s shoulders, eyes sad as he stares forlornly at the computer screen. “I have no idea how you put up with me. You’re always done with these things days in advance and I’m always doing everything at the last possible moment. I feel like I’m always the one asking you for help.”
Yifan senses his boyfriend’s self-esteem flagging and tries to alleviate the situation. “But I like helping you. And, I don’t know. Maybe I put up with you because you’re adorable?”
Yixing swats at him playfully. “Please!”
“Maybe it’s because you’re an amazing person? Maybe it’s for the mindblowing sex-”
“WE’RE RIGHT HERE!” Sehun hollers from halfway across the room.
Yixing’s laughing now though and Yifan smiles, relieved. “Seriously, Xing, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Thanks.” Yixing drops a kiss on Yifan’s temple, squeezing his shoulder. “Me too.”
Yifan turns back to the monitor, fingers deftly making last minute adjustments on Yixing’s project. Yixing’s hand never leaves his shoulder. He leans into its warmth as he presses the submit button 15 minutes later and powers down the computer. “All done. Ready to go home?”
Yixing smiles at him and sways a little as he nods, obviously half dead on his feet. “Definitely.”
Yifan quickly shoves all of Yixing’s things into his backpack and shoulders it himself, steering Yixing in the direction of the door and throwing a “See you guys!” behind him as they leave.
“Bye, hyung!”
“Have fun and always remember protection!” Yifan groans. He’s going to kill Baekhyun the next time he sees him.
It starts snowing as they make their way down the street. Yixing perks up at the sight and sticks his tongue out, trying to catch some of the errant flakes, childlike enthusiasm bubbling to the surface despite his exhaustion. Yifan watches him fondly, keeping an arm around Yixing’s shoulders, making sure he doesn’t accidentally wander into a light pole or out into the street in his excitement.
The snow is falling in full force by the time they’re standing outside their dorm building, dusting their jackets in white. Yixing turns to Yifan, eyes lit up like it’s Christmas, cheeks red from the cold. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
Yifan takes in Yixing’s wide smile and snow-flecked eyelashes and feels like his love is going to explode right out of his chest as he replies, “Yeah. Beautiful.”
He’s not talking about the snow, and Yixing seems to recognize that when Yifan pulls him into a kiss.
*
A/N: WORD VOMIT. ALL OF IT.
I really should be writing my grad school essays right now what the fuck am i doing