Yours, Against Mine - Kris/Suho
Yours, Against Mine
Kris/Suho / PG-13 / ~1100 words
Yifan makes a fuss over how tiny his boyfriend is.
a/n: I make lame synopsis, but this is another major krisho fluff intake because I need sweets for my day :<
“Why are you so tiny?”
Joonmyun turns his head around to see his boyfriend leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest and eyes observing him from head to toe. There is this look on Yifan’s face that screams amusement, and Joonmyun rolls his eyes. He turns back to his brightly lit laptop monitor and continues to pay attention to an English video he is watching.
It is a video recommended by Yifan to help him understand English. But as much as an eager learner that he is, Joonmyun still gets frustrated about the alien words and alien tones that the speaker is saying to the camera. He wishes Yifan would tutor him privately instead-without unprofessional touches and kisses between lessons, of course-but the taller man keeps refusing. Once, Joonmyun tried to show his pouty expression that usually gets his boyfriend’s wall of defense down, but that certain time, Yifan insisted on his decision.
So there he is now, watching a video without knowing what is the speaker telling him. His eyebrows are furrowed, and Chanyeol keeps teasing him about him with “Hyung, you look even older with crinkles on your forehead.” And Kim Joonmyun, with his worst flustered expression, kicks the younger out of his room.
If anyone is to blame, it’s Wu Yifan. And Joonmyun is not even sorry.
“Did you eat this morning?” Yifan pads his way closer to his boyfriend’s cold back. He is nervous, he is not even denying it, because an angry Joonmyun is definitely not what he expected. He thought that his boyfriend has gotten over this English tutoring thing, but apparently he was wrong.
“I did,” comes a mumbled answer from the other, though it is barely hearable between the loud noises coming from his laptop.
Yifan sighs. Knowing Joonmyun and his personality, he would probably sulk for the rest of the year if Yifan doesn’t do anything about it. Thinking of the horror of not getting kisses and hugs and cuddles for the rest of the year, Yifan braves himself to sit on the edge of Joonmyun’s bed. He can’t help but winces when Joonmyun scoots away, but Yifan doesn’t give up easily.
He puts down his weight on Joonmyun’s sprawled out body, causing the younger to yelp and struggle to free himself from Yifan, but he fails miserably. Yifan circles his arms around Joonmyun’s tiny-he needs to emphasize on that word-waist and buries his face on Joonmyun’s neck. Joonmyun is protesting so loudly that his whines drown the laptop’s sounds away, but Yifan keeps his hold on his boyfriend tight and firm.
“What are you doing-“ Joonmyun tries to pry away Yifan’s arms from him, because it is so annoying yet embarrassing at the same time, and what if Chanyeol comes in and sees the leaders in this position? “-God damn it, Wu Yifan!”
“See? Your waist are bony, Joonmyun-ah. You need to eat more,” Yifan mumbles against Joonmyun’s neck. It sends shivers all over Joonmyun’s body, but he is too stubborn to admit that.
“I’m not tiny!” Joonmyun protests. He struggles again from Yifan’s grip, only to make the condition worse for him. Yifan’s chest is heavily pressed on his back, and Joonmyun panics, as his natural reaction is to lean closer against the warmth. He is in the middle of a one-sided cold war against his boyfriend, yet a simple gesture and he is back under the other’s mercy. “Yifan, please get off,” he says despite his traitorous body pressing even closer to the body above him, “You’re heavy.”
“I’m sorry, for everything,” mutters Yifan. “Please don’t make it hard for me.”
Joonmyun bites on his lower lip. He stirs around to face Yifan, and to see such a heartbroken expression on his boyfriend’s face breaks Joonmyun’s heart in a way he never imagines. Perhaps all this cold shoulder he gave Yifan over the week was too cruel, perhaps it is him who wasn’t sensitive.
“No, I’m sorry. I was too childish,” Joonmyun admits his own insecurities. Yifan is staring down at his eyes with a heavy stare and Joonmyun couldn’t help but blush at the thought of counting Yifan’s eyelashes because they are too close.
Now, he is feeling really tiny.
Yifan leans down to claim Joonmyun’s lips, soft yet so desperate. Their thoughts and feelings poured down into the kiss, creating a new level of understanding between them. And this is one of the moments where they fall in love with each other all over again.
Their hands found each other pretty quickly. Yifan pulls back for air, squeezing Joonmyun’s hand proudly as he sees the mess he made on Joonmyun’s face. The pinkish hue of blush, the freshly kissed lips, the needy expression; Yifan is glad he is the one to paint them. He brings up Joonmyun’s hand and presses a kiss to the knuckle, causing Joonmyun to shy away and hide half of his face on the pillow. Yifan chuckles, his boyfriend is too adorable.
“Your hand is so big,” Joonmyun mumbles as he lazily spreads out his fingers against Yifan’s long ones to compare them. It is another lame excuse to feel the warmth of the other’s hand. Yifan buys it anyway.
“Yours are just too tiny,” Yifan laughs. He entangles their fingers together and, how-despite Joonmyun’s fingers being complete midgets compared to his tall ones-their fingers fit to each other amazes Yifan more and more each day. Now he is being a complete sap, but he can’t imagine lacing his fingers with anyone but Joonmyun.
Joonmyun pouts, “Now that’s unfair. You make it sound like I’m a dwarf.”
“My tiny little dwarf,” Yifan grins.
“I hate you,” Joonmyun shoves Yifan away so the taller falls to the spot next to him. He climbs up and sits on Yifan’s legs with a victory smile planted on his lips. Now the table has turned. “You know what is the advantage of me being tiny?”
Yifan raises his eyebrows in question, but Joonmyun’s grin is now even wider upon his curiosity. He thinks he might hear Joonmyun mumbling ‘Just see.’ but that’s probably only his imagination.
Yifan, at the very least, doesn’t expect Joonmyun to lift the t-shirt Yifan is wearing, one that is worn out and a little bit too big even for him, and starts to put his head underneath. He struggles to squeeze his body into Yifan’s t-shirt, and the taller couldn’t do anything but laughs miserably. It takes a great effort for Joonmyun to pop up his head at the same hole with Yifan, and it includes a loud ripping sound that gets Yifan’s eyes widened up and Joonmyun laughing uncontrollably this time.
“See, being tiny is sometimes good,” Joonmyun grins smugly against Yifan’s collarbones, because the position won’t get any more awkward than this.
Yifan sighs. He simply enjoying stroking his boyfriend’s hair as they are being wrapped together by his t-shirt, “You need to buy me new t-shirts for this.”
Joonmyun smiles, then in the newly accented English he has just learnt from the video, he surprises Yifan, “Aye, Captain.”
--fin.
Kris/Suho / PG-13 / ~1100 words
Yifan makes a fuss over how tiny his boyfriend is.
a/n: I make lame synopsis, but this is another major krisho fluff intake because I need sweets for my day :<
“Why are you so tiny?”
Joonmyun turns his head around to see his boyfriend leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest and eyes observing him from head to toe. There is this look on Yifan’s face that screams amusement, and Joonmyun rolls his eyes. He turns back to his brightly lit laptop monitor and continues to pay attention to an English video he is watching.
It is a video recommended by Yifan to help him understand English. But as much as an eager learner that he is, Joonmyun still gets frustrated about the alien words and alien tones that the speaker is saying to the camera. He wishes Yifan would tutor him privately instead-without unprofessional touches and kisses between lessons, of course-but the taller man keeps refusing. Once, Joonmyun tried to show his pouty expression that usually gets his boyfriend’s wall of defense down, but that certain time, Yifan insisted on his decision.
So there he is now, watching a video without knowing what is the speaker telling him. His eyebrows are furrowed, and Chanyeol keeps teasing him about him with “Hyung, you look even older with crinkles on your forehead.” And Kim Joonmyun, with his worst flustered expression, kicks the younger out of his room.
If anyone is to blame, it’s Wu Yifan. And Joonmyun is not even sorry.
“Did you eat this morning?” Yifan pads his way closer to his boyfriend’s cold back. He is nervous, he is not even denying it, because an angry Joonmyun is definitely not what he expected. He thought that his boyfriend has gotten over this English tutoring thing, but apparently he was wrong.
“I did,” comes a mumbled answer from the other, though it is barely hearable between the loud noises coming from his laptop.
Yifan sighs. Knowing Joonmyun and his personality, he would probably sulk for the rest of the year if Yifan doesn’t do anything about it. Thinking of the horror of not getting kisses and hugs and cuddles for the rest of the year, Yifan braves himself to sit on the edge of Joonmyun’s bed. He can’t help but winces when Joonmyun scoots away, but Yifan doesn’t give up easily.
He puts down his weight on Joonmyun’s sprawled out body, causing the younger to yelp and struggle to free himself from Yifan, but he fails miserably. Yifan circles his arms around Joonmyun’s tiny-he needs to emphasize on that word-waist and buries his face on Joonmyun’s neck. Joonmyun is protesting so loudly that his whines drown the laptop’s sounds away, but Yifan keeps his hold on his boyfriend tight and firm.
“What are you doing-“ Joonmyun tries to pry away Yifan’s arms from him, because it is so annoying yet embarrassing at the same time, and what if Chanyeol comes in and sees the leaders in this position? “-God damn it, Wu Yifan!”
“See? Your waist are bony, Joonmyun-ah. You need to eat more,” Yifan mumbles against Joonmyun’s neck. It sends shivers all over Joonmyun’s body, but he is too stubborn to admit that.
“I’m not tiny!” Joonmyun protests. He struggles again from Yifan’s grip, only to make the condition worse for him. Yifan’s chest is heavily pressed on his back, and Joonmyun panics, as his natural reaction is to lean closer against the warmth. He is in the middle of a one-sided cold war against his boyfriend, yet a simple gesture and he is back under the other’s mercy. “Yifan, please get off,” he says despite his traitorous body pressing even closer to the body above him, “You’re heavy.”
“I’m sorry, for everything,” mutters Yifan. “Please don’t make it hard for me.”
Joonmyun bites on his lower lip. He stirs around to face Yifan, and to see such a heartbroken expression on his boyfriend’s face breaks Joonmyun’s heart in a way he never imagines. Perhaps all this cold shoulder he gave Yifan over the week was too cruel, perhaps it is him who wasn’t sensitive.
“No, I’m sorry. I was too childish,” Joonmyun admits his own insecurities. Yifan is staring down at his eyes with a heavy stare and Joonmyun couldn’t help but blush at the thought of counting Yifan’s eyelashes because they are too close.
Now, he is feeling really tiny.
Yifan leans down to claim Joonmyun’s lips, soft yet so desperate. Their thoughts and feelings poured down into the kiss, creating a new level of understanding between them. And this is one of the moments where they fall in love with each other all over again.
Their hands found each other pretty quickly. Yifan pulls back for air, squeezing Joonmyun’s hand proudly as he sees the mess he made on Joonmyun’s face. The pinkish hue of blush, the freshly kissed lips, the needy expression; Yifan is glad he is the one to paint them. He brings up Joonmyun’s hand and presses a kiss to the knuckle, causing Joonmyun to shy away and hide half of his face on the pillow. Yifan chuckles, his boyfriend is too adorable.
“Your hand is so big,” Joonmyun mumbles as he lazily spreads out his fingers against Yifan’s long ones to compare them. It is another lame excuse to feel the warmth of the other’s hand. Yifan buys it anyway.
“Yours are just too tiny,” Yifan laughs. He entangles their fingers together and, how-despite Joonmyun’s fingers being complete midgets compared to his tall ones-their fingers fit to each other amazes Yifan more and more each day. Now he is being a complete sap, but he can’t imagine lacing his fingers with anyone but Joonmyun.
Joonmyun pouts, “Now that’s unfair. You make it sound like I’m a dwarf.”
“My tiny little dwarf,” Yifan grins.
“I hate you,” Joonmyun shoves Yifan away so the taller falls to the spot next to him. He climbs up and sits on Yifan’s legs with a victory smile planted on his lips. Now the table has turned. “You know what is the advantage of me being tiny?”
Yifan raises his eyebrows in question, but Joonmyun’s grin is now even wider upon his curiosity. He thinks he might hear Joonmyun mumbling ‘Just see.’ but that’s probably only his imagination.
Yifan, at the very least, doesn’t expect Joonmyun to lift the t-shirt Yifan is wearing, one that is worn out and a little bit too big even for him, and starts to put his head underneath. He struggles to squeeze his body into Yifan’s t-shirt, and the taller couldn’t do anything but laughs miserably. It takes a great effort for Joonmyun to pop up his head at the same hole with Yifan, and it includes a loud ripping sound that gets Yifan’s eyes widened up and Joonmyun laughing uncontrollably this time.
“See, being tiny is sometimes good,” Joonmyun grins smugly against Yifan’s collarbones, because the position won’t get any more awkward than this.
Yifan sighs. He simply enjoying stroking his boyfriend’s hair as they are being wrapped together by his t-shirt, “You need to buy me new t-shirts for this.”
Joonmyun smiles, then in the newly accented English he has just learnt from the video, he surprises Yifan, “Aye, Captain.”
--fin.