Title: as they say, laughter is the best medicine
Rating: PG
Pairings(s): Lay-Centric. OT12, ninja pairings, if you can detect them :>
Genre: Crack-ish, and my sucky attempt at humour.
A/N: Un-beta'ed. Inspired by
this interview.
Ever since he was told (on national television, no less) that something about his face is funny, he's been confused.
"Am I funny?"
Eleven people around the table burst out laughter.
Lay doesn't quite understand so he goes back to eating his jajangmyun.
No one has the heart (or decency) to tell him that he's somehow got sauce on his nose.
-
Does his face really look that funny? Now that the black bean sauce is off his face (no thanks to any of his so-called brothers) he takes a good look at himself in the mirror.
His Zoolander pout was fine. So was the serious-yet-sexy stare. Just when he was practicing his eye smiles and dimples, he heard a guffaw from the door of the bathroom. Face frozen, he turned around to see who so rudely interrupted his bathroom time.
Turns out he was so good at eye smiling that he can barely see who it is.
"Nice try hyung, but you can't beat my eye smiles." Baekhyun reached with both hands and poked Yixing's dimples mercilessly.
Yixing frowned, eye smiles still intact.
Baekhyun howled and rolled back to his room, probably making as much noise as a buffalo.
-
"Chanyeol." Yixing nodded at the younger very seriously as he sat down beside him.
Chanyeol was concentrating on the TV, tongue peeking between his lips.
"Hyung, I swear if you don't leave me alone right now-"
"Chanyeol, I'm serious. I want to know why I'm so funny."
"What are you-- ARG" The younger shook his controller violently, pressing a button, alarming the older greatly. "For the love of Lee Soo Man, can't this wait?" His eyes never left the screen. Yixing followed his stare and saw that Chanyeol was in the middle of fighting a particularly hard boss. He felt bad. Not really.
"Park Chanyeol. Your hyung is asking you a question. Now be respectful and--"
The EXO dorm was graced with the loudest NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! in its short history.
Yixing's eye grew wide, breath hitched as his watched his dongsaeng turn around slowly, bloody murder written all over his face.
Eyes as wide as Kyungsoo's met a scowl as bitchy as Kris'. The sound of the clock ticking was deafening.
Chanyeol suddenly burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he rolled into a fetal position.
"I didn't know playing games made you that crazy," Yixing muttered as he got up and walked away.
-
Sehun and Luhan skipped down the street, hand in hand. Yixing swore that the birds where chirping and squirrels were dancing.
Hell, he felt a toothache, and it's not from the bubble tea he was drinking.
"Yixing," Luhan sang, "Why are you so glum?"
"Yeah, hyung," Sehun repeated, "Why are you tho glum?"
"Because you two are giving me cavities."
The two started laughing, tinkling, actually. It was bad enough when Yixing had to listen to how sweet Luhan was in their dorm room in China. To hear them both was a like giving the tooth fairy a wrench.
"Oh, you're so silly," Luhan trilled.
"Tho silly," Sehun echoed.
"You always make me laugh," Luhan chuckled gently.
"I thought I made you laugh!" Sehun pouted.
"You make me more than laugh," Luhan winked.
Yixing didn't even ask them why he was funny. He just ran.
-
"Taozi, am I funny?"
"Ge, is this bag nice?" Zitao held the bag this way and that, posing in front of the full length mirror.
"Yes. Now answer my question."
"What question?" Zitao handed the bag to the shopping assistant and skipped over to look at silk boxers.
"Why am I funny?" He ignored M team's maknae holding a pair of boxers against him, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. "And stop doing that. Your hand is too close to my special place."
"Oh look! These have potato chips printed on them!"
"Huang Zitao."
"Okay fine. But first..." Zitao wiggled his eyebrow and pointed at Yixing's wallet, rubbing his fingers together this the other hand. With a sigh, Yixing handed over his credit card.
"Thank you. And yes. You are funny." The young skipped happily towards the cashier.
"But why?"
"There's something about your face." Yixing went wushu on his ass.
-
The leaders were sitting at the kitchen table with important looking papers spread out around them. Their brows were knitted together as they discussed EXO's next round of promotions.
"I can't believe the company wants us to-"
"I know. But at least they're asking first, right?"
Yixing coughed, slightly uncomfortable with the concept of their new song. The diagram with his name on his had what looked like a person wearing an outfit made of chips. Kris and Suho looked up, faces lined with concern. They relaxed when they saw who it was. Yixing was never one to set anyone on fire.
"Yixing." Suho smiled, as always. Yixing wondered if his cheeks ever got sore.
"How much do I owe you?" Kris pinched the bridge of his now and closed his eyes. "Did he take you to Gucci?"
"Um. Don't worry about it." Yixing made a mental note to be as far away as possible when Zitao tattled to Kris about getting wushu'ed.
"Alright. Thanks." Kris sent him a grateful smile and returned to the papers, Suho following suit.
"I really don't want to wear a top hat. That's stupid."
"And you think I want to dance in a dragon costume?!"
"No. I mean... Um, Yixing, do you still need anything?"
M team's dancer had been standing awkwardly in front of the table. His slippers kicked the tiles while he played with his fingers, eyes on the floor.
"Why am I so funny?" Kris raised an eyebrow while Suho gave him his most radiant smile.
"That's what makes you special," Suho said warmly.
"Yeah, special. Something like that." Suho elbowed Kris in the ribs. "I mean, it's who you are, and it's not a bad thing. Embrace yourself. Yeah."
"Exactly. You have to like who you are. Some people are funny, some people are not, but I'd rather be around funny people than not funny people. Work what you have, you know? It's not a bad thing, being funny. I wish I were funny..."
Yixing left the kitchen feeling really good about himself.
-
After dinner, Yixing went to watch a movie with Minseok, Kyungsoo and Jongin. For whatever reason, they had wanted to watch a special showing of The Shining. It never occurred to any of them that Kyungsoo's eyes can get any bigger.
"Oh my god. When the blood started flooding the--"
"--hallway? I know. That was--"
"--And the little girls. The little girls." Minseok said that in a hushed voice, looking around as if the little girls would pop up at any moment. The walk home was getting eerie.
"When he chased her to the bathroom and started--"
"-- Hacking the door with the axe? I know."
"Jongin, stop finishing my sentences!" Yixing swatted the youngest's arms, Jongin reacted by squealing like a chimpanzee.
"Kyungsoo, why aren't you saying anything?" Minseok stopped to check on the vocalist. Kyungsoo walked as if he was in a daze, giant eyes unseeing. "Kyungsoo? Hello?" Minseok waved his hand in front of his face.
"Hyung, hey. Hey," Jongin shook his roommate's shoulders, alarmed. "Don't tell me you're possessed. Please, talk to me. Talk to me."
Just when Yixing was thinking to himself that Jongin should stop talking in italics, Kyungsoo rotated on the spot and stared at him. Yixing froze, unable to break the gaze.
"Kyung...Soo...?" He squeaked.
All of a sudden, the lead vocalist let out an inhuman noise that was a hysterical cross between a scream and a laugh.
"IIIIIII LOOST MY MIINNDDDD HAHAHAHAHAHA" And he chased Yixing all the way back to their dorms. Yixing wondered if he should really thank his parents for his looks.
-
Later that night, Yixing fell into his bed exhausted from being chased all the way back home. He stuffed his face into his pillow.
Jongdae looked up from the book his was reading. "Long day?"
"Ysmmph," was the muffled reply.
"Still wondering why you're funny?"
Yixing rolled over and groaned at the effort.
Jongdae chuckled and set his book down. "I told you guys to not bring Kyungsoo with you." He walked across the room and sat on the on the other's bed, nudging Yixing to give him room as he crossed his legs.
"Sehun and Luhan went all sweet and sticky on me too." Yixing pouted at the other laughed.
"So, why do you want to know why you're funny?" Jongdae waited until Yixing sat himself up, facing him.
"Don't you remember that MC? From that interview? He kept saying that just looking at me makes him laugh."
"Considering I only understood about 5% of what he said... No. I don't remember."
"Well, he did. He said I kept spacing out."
"You do."
"And every time I say something, you guys laugh"
"That's true."
"So?"
"So what?" Jongdae looked at him, puzzled but still smiling. "I don't get what the big deal is."
"I don't understand how I'm funny!"
"Does it matter that much?"
"Yes!" Yixing grabbed a pillow and punched it halfheartedly.
"Really?" Jongdae leaned in, hand reaching out to take the pillow away.
"Yes...?" The younger was closing in, and Yixing blinked, swallowing hard.
"Stop being silly." Jongdae scooted towards Yixing, gap between them gone as he took the other's hand.
"Jongdae..." Yixing's breath hitched. Jongdae was impossibly close now.
"Just shut up, hyung."
-
The next morning, all 12 had their breakfast together. No one was truly awake. Everyone was mumbling lyrics and greetings over cups of coffee. Chanyeol and Sehun were waving pieces of bacon at Baekhyun's face. Baekhyun responded by stuffing scrambled eggs down Chanyeol's shirt.
Yixing cleared his throat. "I have an announcement to make." His face was set. All that time practicing facial expressions was definitely well spent.
The eleven others struggled to keep their laughs in. Orders from Kris should never be taken lightly.
"I know I'm funny, but I still don't know why." Yixing scanned the faces of his members, still too sleepy to comprehend that his members' covering their mouths isn't from trying to keep from yawning. "That's okay, because from now on, I'm going to laugh with you." He concluded with a sure nod and sat down stiffly.
Everyone else looked at each other, and then at Kris. He nodded, sighing. The rest them burst out laughing. Yixing was nibbling at his toast, distracted by some weird aching on his lower body.
A/N: Please comment and critique! Constructively! I'm still a noob when it comes to writing fics and I want to improve T_T