I hate how much I love you
Pairing: Kris/Lay
Rating: G
Summary: Kris lives with a bunch of cockblockers and Lay doesn't seem to mind...or notice.
A/N: LJ's still bitching about the spacing
“Ge,” Yixing looks up and blinks twice upon seeing Zitao who was pouting in front of him and Yifan. “I need help with our choreography.”
“Why?” Yixing asks with a small smile as he lifts his head, and Yifan immediately grimaces because after an hour of sitting together, Yixing finally rested his head on his shoulder and it hasn’t even been a full five minutes and-
“Jongdae ge kept on saying I was doing something wrong but he won’t point out what exactly that is.” Zitao rolls his eyes-in a very cute way, if you ask Yixing, which is why he chuckles lightly, but Yifan just sits there, glaring at the younger like he was trying to shoot daggers from his eyes.
Yixing nods and stands up. “Okay,” He ruffles Zitao’s already messy hair and straightens his clothes before turning to look at Yifan. Their eyes meet briefly and Yifan uses this opportunity to beg him without even speaking.
Don’t leave me.
Yixing stares at him for a few second before bursting out into laughter. “Hyung, I’ll see you later.” He turns on his heel and throws an arm around Zitao before walking away.
Yifan grabs a cushion, buries his face in it (trying his best to ignore Yixing’s scent which clung onto it) and screams in frustration.
~
Yifan breathes a sigh of relief as soon as the photo shoot ended. Their manager told them to rest for a while before they leave so he immediately heads to the dressing room, lazily sits down the couch, crosses his arms in front of his chest and closes his eyes.
His eyelids roll back when he feels the couch sink slightly and a hand rubs his arm soothingly. “What’s wrong?” Yixing frowns worriedly. Yifan shakes his head with a small smile.
“Nothing,” He assures the younger.
Yixing sighs and drops his hand to his lap. “Tired?”
Yifan shakes his again and turns to Yixing. “Now that you’re here? Not anymore,” He smiles.
Yixing pretends to shudder before punching the other’s arm lightly. “Eew, you’re so greasy! Stop it.”
Yifan merely chuckles and wraps an arm around Yixing. He buries his face on the crook of the younger’s neck and smiles when he inhales his scent. Definitely a lot better than the cushion, he thinks.
“Lay!” Yifan groans out loud before lifting his head up to see Minseok-or Xiumin, since they’re outside the dorm-leaning on the door frame while smiling widely. “Let’s go out and buy food!” Yifan shoots him a look, and Minseok notices so his smile disappears slowly. He chuckles nervously and scratches the back of his neck. “..Maybe next time.”
Yifan smiles triumphantly but Yixing stands up from the couch. “No, it’s okay.” He smiles at Minseok before walking towards him-leaving Yifan sitting there, dumbfounded. “Where are we going to buy?”
Minseok smiles widely again and moves aside to let Yixing leave.
As soon as Minseok closes the door, Yifan throws his head back and bangs it against the wall repeatedly.
~
Yifan sits on his bed, sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time that day because he couldn’t spend as much time with Yixing as he wanted to. He hears Chen’s “What is looove~” from inside the bathroom and bites his lip as he tries to hold in his laughter.
He purses his lips after a few minutes of listening to Chen’s bathroom concert and finally decides to just go to sleep. He lies down on his bed and shifts into a more comfortable position when he hears a soft knock on their bedroom door.
The door opens slightly. Yifan sits up and finds a head poking through the door-Yixing’s.
“Hey,” Yixing smiles and shuts the door as quietly as he could. He walks across the room and Yifan eyes him quietly, noticing that he was wearing cartoon dragon pajamas. He sits at the edge of Yifan’s bed.
“Hi,” Yifan answers and moves, patting the empty space beside him. He smiles when Yixing moves closer.
Yixing looks around. “Where’s Chen-I mean, Jongdae?”
Yifan opens his mouth to say ‘Can’t you hear him having his own concert inside the bathroom?’ but closes it as soon as he realizes that Jongdae had already stopped singing.
“In the bathroom,” Yifan answers. “He probably just finished taking a bath.”
“Oh. Okay,” Yixing nods and turns his head to look at Yifan. “So how are you?”
Yifan shrugs and takes the younger’s hand. “Fine,” he answers and laces their fingers together. “But-“ Yifan was about to tell Yixing how frustrated he was today because of Xiumin and Zitao, but Chen suddenly added to the list of People-Yifan-Should-Ship-Back-To-Korea…….Immediately.
“Oh, Lay hyung!” Jongdae calls out. He got used to calling Yixing “Lay” since they were always reminded to use their stage names in public.
Even before Yifan had the chance to protest, Jongdae ran towards the both of them and pulled Yixing away. “Can I hear that song you composed for me? I mean, the one you wanted me to sing? Please?”
Jongdae pushes Yixing outside the bedroom and slams the door shut.
Yifan sits on the bed with his mouth wide open and his eyes twitching.
~
Jongdae walks in a few hours later. His eyes are already half-closed as he heads straight for his bed and plops down face first.
Yifan flinches because that kind of looked painful. “Where’s your Yixing hyung?”
Jongdae lifts his head up-surprising Yifan slightly-and turns it to face the older. “Who..?” He asks with closed eyes.
Yifan sighs. “Lay,” He answers.
“Oh. Right,” Jongdae drops his head again and answers but Yifan wasn’t able to understand a single word he said because, well, his voice was muffled.
Yifan raises an eyebrow. “Come again?”
Jongdae groans and moves his head so that the bed sheets aren’t muffling his voice anymore. “He’s with Luhan hyung who’s trying to show off his Rubik’s cube skills.”
“So what happened with the song Yixing composed?”
“Who?”
“Lay.”
“Oh. Well he played it for me twice and gave me a copy of the lyrics but I think I left it.. in their.. room..” Jongdae’s voice trails off and he starts to snore lightly.
Yifan stares at Jongdae for a few minutes-debating on whether or not he should continue what he was thinking.
He gets off his bed and walks towards Jongdae.
~
“So then you just twist this part here-“
Luhan and Yixing are interrupted when their bedroom door opens, revealing Yifan and-
“Oh my god, did Jongdae faint or something?”
Yifan shakes his head and drags half-asleep Jongdae towards Luhan. “Let’s exchange roommates.”
“Wha-“
“Just for tonight.”
Jongdae groans and stumbles into Yixing’s bed where he buries himself underneath Yixing’s warm and soft comforters.
He resumes snoring after a few minutes.
~
“So, what’s the problem?” Yixing asks as he sits on Yifan’s bed.
Yifan doesn’t answer. He simply climbs up on the bed and lies down. He stares at the ceiling for a few minutes and Yixing sighs.
Yixing was never the one to be ignored so he leans over until his face was just a few inches above Yifan’s. He stares at the older with round eyes. “Yah, what’s wrong?”
Yifan chuckles and hits his forehead lightly. “How dare you talk to your hyung like that.”
Yixing leans back and pouts. “Sorry, hyung.”
Yifan knows that Yixing was kidding. He can see it in the younger’s face-how he’s trying to hold back his laughter or probably even punch him-but he ignores it.
He ignores it for a few seconds that the bedroom was enveloped with silence. Yixing sighs and just lies down-beside Yifan, not that he didn’t like to sleep on Jongdae’s bed or anything. He just felt more.. comfortable where he is right now.
He turns to face Yifan while resting his head on both his hands. “Hey,” He calls out and Yifan answers by humming.
“Are you mad at me?”
Yifan raises an eyebrow. “No.”
“Then stop ignoring me,” Yixing whines.
“I’m not ignoring you. If I was ignoring you, then I wouldn’t be talking to you right now, wouldn’t I?”
Yixing pouts. “Then look at me.”
“What?”
“I said look at me. Look straight into my eyes and tell me you’re not angry.”
Yifan sighs and turns so he could face Yixing. Their eyes lock for a few seconds and they both burst out laughing.
“Yah!” Yifan shouts. “Stop laughing!”
“It’s not like I’m the only one who’s laughing here! Besides, it’s hard to hold my laughter in because your eyebrows are too funny!”
“What?” Kris sits up and reaches out to tickle Yixing.
"I mean who the hell has eyebrows like-" Yixing wiggles and squirms and squeals when he feels Yifan jabbing his fingers deep into his ticklish spots. “Y-yah! S-stop!”
“Not until you learn to respect people who are older than you,” Yifan tickles harder and Yixing is sure that tears are starting to form inside his eyes because his vision is getting cloudy and god, his stomach hurts already and he can’t even kick Yifan away because he held Yixing’s legs down with his own knees and-
“Yixing-ah!”
Yifan jumps and falls off the bed due to surprise.
“Huh?” Yixing sits up as he wipes his tears while still laughing lightly. “Yes, hyung?”
“I wanna show you the new trick I’ve learned. Jongdae’s a kill joy and won’t even get off your bed.” Luhan pouts and marches towards Yixing to grab his arm and pull him off the bed and out the room.
~
“I give up,” Yifan kicks the floor half-heartedly and walks to his bed. He sits on the edge and grabs the book resting on top of his table before stretching his legs out and leaning back on the headboard.
He opens the book with a sigh and flips through the pages, not really understanding what he was reading because his mind is pre-occupied with Zhang Yixing, Yixing and Lay.
The door clicks and opens slowly and Yixing walks inside. Yifan purses his lips and continues to flip through the pages, ignoring the younger.
Yixing casually lies down beside Yifan and closes his eyes.
“Yah,” Yifan (gently) kicks Yixing away. “Go away.”
Yixing doesn’t move. He doesn’t flinch, nor does he say anything.
“Yah,” Yifan calls out again, tapping Yixing’s butt with his book. “I said go away. Move to Jongdae’s bed or go back to Luhan,” He grumbles.
Yixing moves and rests his head on Yifan’s thighs, curling up like a fetus before pulling up the blanket and wrapping it around his body.
Yifan stares at him-how adorable and cute and innocent and pure and precious and-Yifan sighs in defeat.
“I hate you,” He mumbles as he drops his book. “And stop showing your dimple.”
Yixing’s lips curve, forming a smile-and purposely showing his dimple as he snuggles closer to Yifan’s body.
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OMG IT'S NOT ANGST BUT STILL I SUCK AT WRITING SO OTL
♥ Dedicated to my bb, noxiouscherries OuO I love you. Even though you have scarred me for life..........several times. ;A; =))