Be Proud Of Me
Pairing: EXO: Wufan/Yixing
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG
Length: Oneshot
Word count: 2.4k
Unbeta-ed so please forgive any mistakes ^^
There was an almost deafening response as they emerged. Yixing hid a wince when the screams did nothing to soothe his growing headache. He had been sleeping on the plane so his mind was still catching up to him, he felt sluggish and just wanted to sink into a bed… or a chair, or anything mildly comfortable really.
Yixing was bringing up the rear out of the whole group, having fallen behind everyone else when he had to run back to retrieve his phone which he’d left. He could see the top of Wufan’s head among a sea of shorter females, and he started towards it after realizing that it was steadily moving away from him.
The first thing he noticed was that most of the staff that had meant to be with them had already gone ahead, and the closest person in his party was indeed Wufan. Well, there are twelve of us to look after, besides it’s my own fault for leaving my phone.
The second thing he noticed was that he wasn’t actually much taller than the majority of the crowd surrounding him. His shoulders slumped in dismay as he pushed up onto his tip-toes in hopes of better sighting his duizhang.
After what seemed like several eternities, and Yixing felt like he’d been shoved into the next century with all the pushing and pulling, Wufan happened to glance back and spot him drowning in the ocean of overenthusiastic fans. While he was thankful for their support, he really hadn’t gotten enough sleep to be able to appreciate the hysterical cacophony.
The taller man immediately started moving back through the crowd towards the forgetful band member, who hadn’t really made much progress in his feeble attempt to make his was to the car waiting outside. It wasn’t long before Wufan was standing in front of him, “Stay close.” He simply said before turning around once again, and facing the fans.
He began to follow but was almost immediately separated from Wufan by a particularly large shove, Yixing was also having trouble with remembering which direction he was supposed to be moving in when more than a few fans widened the gap between him and the leader. He realized that he really couldn’t see Wufan anymore, and tried calling out, “Duizhang!?” He cringed when his voice was drowned out by the responding screams.
He was suddenly forced to move in the opposite direction, and this push was followed by a second and third in quick succession which caused him to stumble, but he quickly recovered and avoided falling to his doom (i.e being trampled on had he actually fallen over).
In reality, Wufan had only been a couple of steps ahead of him and had watched the whole scene thanks to his height advantage, and was wincing in sympathy. Yixing really wasn’t going to be getting out of there on his own anytime soon. He pushed his way back to the smaller member and manhandled him so that he would walk directly in front of him, not removing his large hands from the dancer’s waist as he steered him towards the exit.
If Yixing was being frank, he liked this. He liked being looked after, he liked being taken care of, by duizhang his mind supplied. He frowned a little and shook his head to get rid of the unwanted thought. Another rough jolt propelled him back against Wufan’s chest, and he wasn’t sure whether it was his headache or the close proximity to the leader that was making him lightheaded. Either way, Wufan must have noticed because he tightened his grip and made no move to remove himself from Yixing as he continued to navigate them towards the manager.
After Yixing had been bodily thrown against the side of their van when Wufan let go for a second, the taller man had practically become a human cage.
They finally made it into the van. The second the door had slid shut Wufan turned to his bandmate, “Are you okay? Did they hurt your waist? That last one must have hurt, do you think it will bruise?” Then he seemed to remember himself and added, “You should stop spacing out so much.”
Yixing only blinked, before smiling pleasantly, “I’m okay duizhang.” The forgetful member offered no further response before settling back into the seats of the vehicle and closing his eyes. Wufan's eyebrows creased, but he didn’t add anything before also settling down, shoulder to shoulder with Yixing. He could feel the heat of the other man through all the layers of fabric and it was soothing. Wufan often worried about Yixing because of absent minded nature, it was hard not to, especially when he smiled and revealed that little dimple; Wufan had to immediately derail that train of thought because his heart was already beating a little faster at how cute the smaller man could be. He internally sighed at what could never be and spared one last glance at his oblivious member before losing himself to the dull blackness he liked to call sleep.
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Wufan woke to the sound of giggling and someone poking his cheek, he groaned and half-heartedly slapped the offending limb away from his face. “Go away Jongdae, nobody loves you.” He mumbled while trying to bury his face into the space between the car seat and the window.
“That’s a mean thing to say duizhang.” Wufan’s eyes snapped open and he was greeted by Yixing’s forever-content face smiling down at him.
“Stop smiling like that.” Wufan’s eyes widened a tad when he realized what he’d just said, “I mean, uh, I’m going to go take a nap.” He continued hurriedly, pushing past Yixing and into the dorm.
Yixing watched his retreating form with a look of dejection. He sighed and asked the manager to take him back to the company so he could get some more practice in, feeling more useless now more than ever. Yixing lived off praise and encouragement and he was easily pulled into not feeling good enough, he was used to Wufan being that source of encouragement but lately the older man seemed to be almost avoiding him. If I just work a little harder, he might pay a little more attention to me, maybe he’ll be proud of me again.
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It was well past dinner and Yixing still hadn’t made an appearance at the dorm.
“Why is Yixing always smiling!?” He bit out, frustrated at the boy’s seemingly endless contentment. Especially since it was the source of his inner turmoil more often than not.
“Huh, he doesn’t really? Normally his face is kind of contorted because his waist is bothering him.” Luhan paused in thought, “Actually it’s pretty much only you that he smiles at these days.” He offered whilst jamming a beanie on his head and slipping his shoes on. “Really Wufan, you should have realised by now.” The doe-eyed boy sang before answering a phone call with a chipper ‘Sehunnie!’.
The leader frowned and slumped back into the sofa, rubbing his hands over his face, “Zhang Yixing, the things you do to me.” He spent about thirty seconds hunched over, twiddling his thumbs before he abruptly shot to his feet. He grabbed a jacket and marched to the door. He was going to confront Yixing.
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When he finally got to the building and slipped past the fans waiting at the gates, he immediately made a beeline for one of the smaller practice rooms, it was Yixing’s favourite because of the fact that it was the room where EXO had been formally introduced to each other for the first time. He smiled slightly at the recollection.
Finally making it to the door, he quietly swung it open. The confrontation he’d planned in his head instantly died on his lips.
Yixing hadn’t noticed him because he was too busy trying to get a better look at the dark purple bruising across his side. He was holding the hem of his t-shirt at his chin, and the way that he resembled a puppy chasing its tail would have been more endearing had said puppy not been injured.
“How…?” Wufan started, already walking toward him, fully intent on getting a closer look.
Yixing jumped in response, the t-shirt falling along with his hands as they went to nervously fiddle with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. In a few short strides the long-legged man was standing in front of him, starting at him expectantly. “Why do you get hurt so much? You should look after yourself better.”
For the first time Yixing furrowed his eyebrows at Wufan, “Why do you always scold me these days?” Wufan momentarily paused at the uncharacteristically direct question.
“Because you do things that deserve scolding.” He simply replied, without skipping a beat.
Yixing suddenly lost all fire in his fight and dropped his gaze to the floor, his momentary courage had been short-lived. He tried to mumble an apology and side-step Wufan, but Wufan wasn’t going to have any of that that as his had short out to stop him and he rubbed his other over his face agitatedly, “I mean, fuck Yixing, I’m just worried about you. I’m always worried about you. Don’t shut me out.”
Yixing was taken aback by the frustration leaking into Wufan’s voice, he very rarely lost his cool. “You’re worried about me, so you give me the cold shoulder? If I’m being blunt about it duizhang you haven’t had anything nice to say to me in over three weeks.” He deadpanned.
At this some colour leaked into Wufan’s face. Wufan couldn’t deny it. That’s because it was exactly three weeks and four days ago when he finally acknowledged his attraction to Yixing. At first he thought nothing about the extra care he would take ensuring the boy was safe and hadn’t got distracted by a puppy and been left behind by the group… again. He didn’t notice the way his hands would linger on the small of his back, the way he’d come to need the smell of fresh mint and coconut by his side, the way his ears were tuned into hearing even the smallest breathy chuckle that left the smaller boy’s lips.
Even now as he took in the sight of the Chinese beauty, the way the visible skin on his neck glistened with a sheen of sweat and the blush of a good workout disappearing into his collar, he felt his mouth go dry. “Nevermind.” Wufan shook his head once, twice. “Let’s go back to the dorm.”
But the determined expression had returned to Yixing’s face, “No. I want to know what I did wrong.” He said this calmly, expression blank.
“I said nevermind. Drop it, I’ll wait for yo-”
“Why aren’t you proud of me anymore? What have I done!?”
Wufan blinked at the raised voice, Yixing never raised his voice.
“Fuck. Yixing.” Was the only warning he would receive before slightly chapped lips were pressed against his own. The kiss was chaste, only a few seconds of flesh pressed together, but it still made Yixing’s heart soar with hope he’d always squashed into the confines of the furthest corner of his mind.
They broke apart and Wufan’s eyes searched his own, waiting for the reaction that would either make or break him. He didn’t have to wait long before he was greeted by Yixing’s dimple and shining eyes, his lips pulled taut in a grin. There was an extremely short pause, and then Yixing was murmuring ‘Wufan’s against pliant lips.
It was a mutual understanding, they were both left wondering why this hadn’t happened sooner, they both could see how inevitable this outcome had been. The unspoken months of longing and lingering touches finally made sense to both of them. And it was okay.
After several long, wonderful minutes, they pulled apart once more. Their faces were still less than an inch apart, and they were both panting, close enough to feel small puffs of warm breath fanning across each other’s faces. One of Wufan’s palm had dropped to the injured waist and he was rubbing at it comfortingly in hopes of making the pain simply disappear. Yixing was leaning into the touch, eyes closed, “The warmth feels good.” He mumbled and dropped his face to rest against Wufan’s chest. Wufan let himself relax and smiled softly down at the other, tugging him closer than possible.
“Don’t overwork yourself too much.”
Yixing just rolled his eyes in response, a smile hinting at his lips, “Oh? What are you going to do about it?” Wufan looked down and immediately caught the mischief in his eyes, further enhanced by the playful tilt of his head.
But then Wufan grinned, and Yixing’s smile fell from his lips. “No.” Yixing started inching backwards and pushed against Wufan’s chest, trying to distance himself but Wufan was stronger (not that he was really trying anyway), “No, no, no, no, Wufan, I’ll do whateve-”
Wufan lifted his hands to Yixing’s ribcage and began his assault and it was only five minutes later that Yixing was begging for mercy with tears of mirth leaking from his eyes. Eventually, he relented and pulled Yixing back into an embrace, he let him catch his breath as he smiled into a sea of hazelnut locks.
Once the younger had calmed considerably, Wufan lifted a large hand to smooth down a few wayward stands of hair, “You know I am proud of you, right? You know that? I’ve always been proud of you.” Yixing nodded against where his face was pressed into his chest. Wufan wasn’t sure if Yixing believed him right now, but had plenty of time in the future to convince him.
Right now, he just wanted to think about Yixing, and how perfectly he fit against him.
“Let’s go home and get you a heat pack.”
“You make me sound like an old lady.”
“Sometimes you make yourself sound like an old lady with all your proverbs.”
“You said they make me sound intelligent.” Wufan could hear the pout.
“… an intelligent old lady then?” Wufan compromised.
Yixing laughed that breathy soft chuckle that Wufan loved, and poked him in response.
“Let’s go home.”
风向转变时,有人筑墙,有人造风车
Literally: When the wind of change blows, some build walls, while others build windmills.
When your life seems to be changing, it is better to adapt to the changes rather than be stubborn.
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG
Length: Oneshot
Word count: 2.4k
Unbeta-ed so please forgive any mistakes ^^
There was an almost deafening response as they emerged. Yixing hid a wince when the screams did nothing to soothe his growing headache. He had been sleeping on the plane so his mind was still catching up to him, he felt sluggish and just wanted to sink into a bed… or a chair, or anything mildly comfortable really.
Yixing was bringing up the rear out of the whole group, having fallen behind everyone else when he had to run back to retrieve his phone which he’d left. He could see the top of Wufan’s head among a sea of shorter females, and he started towards it after realizing that it was steadily moving away from him.
The first thing he noticed was that most of the staff that had meant to be with them had already gone ahead, and the closest person in his party was indeed Wufan. Well, there are twelve of us to look after, besides it’s my own fault for leaving my phone.
The second thing he noticed was that he wasn’t actually much taller than the majority of the crowd surrounding him. His shoulders slumped in dismay as he pushed up onto his tip-toes in hopes of better sighting his duizhang.
After what seemed like several eternities, and Yixing felt like he’d been shoved into the next century with all the pushing and pulling, Wufan happened to glance back and spot him drowning in the ocean of overenthusiastic fans. While he was thankful for their support, he really hadn’t gotten enough sleep to be able to appreciate the hysterical cacophony.
The taller man immediately started moving back through the crowd towards the forgetful band member, who hadn’t really made much progress in his feeble attempt to make his was to the car waiting outside. It wasn’t long before Wufan was standing in front of him, “Stay close.” He simply said before turning around once again, and facing the fans.
He began to follow but was almost immediately separated from Wufan by a particularly large shove, Yixing was also having trouble with remembering which direction he was supposed to be moving in when more than a few fans widened the gap between him and the leader. He realized that he really couldn’t see Wufan anymore, and tried calling out, “Duizhang!?” He cringed when his voice was drowned out by the responding screams.
He was suddenly forced to move in the opposite direction, and this push was followed by a second and third in quick succession which caused him to stumble, but he quickly recovered and avoided falling to his doom (i.e being trampled on had he actually fallen over).
In reality, Wufan had only been a couple of steps ahead of him and had watched the whole scene thanks to his height advantage, and was wincing in sympathy. Yixing really wasn’t going to be getting out of there on his own anytime soon. He pushed his way back to the smaller member and manhandled him so that he would walk directly in front of him, not removing his large hands from the dancer’s waist as he steered him towards the exit.
If Yixing was being frank, he liked this. He liked being looked after, he liked being taken care of, by duizhang his mind supplied. He frowned a little and shook his head to get rid of the unwanted thought. Another rough jolt propelled him back against Wufan’s chest, and he wasn’t sure whether it was his headache or the close proximity to the leader that was making him lightheaded. Either way, Wufan must have noticed because he tightened his grip and made no move to remove himself from Yixing as he continued to navigate them towards the manager.
After Yixing had been bodily thrown against the side of their van when Wufan let go for a second, the taller man had practically become a human cage.
They finally made it into the van. The second the door had slid shut Wufan turned to his bandmate, “Are you okay? Did they hurt your waist? That last one must have hurt, do you think it will bruise?” Then he seemed to remember himself and added, “You should stop spacing out so much.”
Yixing only blinked, before smiling pleasantly, “I’m okay duizhang.” The forgetful member offered no further response before settling back into the seats of the vehicle and closing his eyes. Wufan's eyebrows creased, but he didn’t add anything before also settling down, shoulder to shoulder with Yixing. He could feel the heat of the other man through all the layers of fabric and it was soothing. Wufan often worried about Yixing because of absent minded nature, it was hard not to, especially when he smiled and revealed that little dimple; Wufan had to immediately derail that train of thought because his heart was already beating a little faster at how cute the smaller man could be. He internally sighed at what could never be and spared one last glance at his oblivious member before losing himself to the dull blackness he liked to call sleep.
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Wufan woke to the sound of giggling and someone poking his cheek, he groaned and half-heartedly slapped the offending limb away from his face. “Go away Jongdae, nobody loves you.” He mumbled while trying to bury his face into the space between the car seat and the window.
“That’s a mean thing to say duizhang.” Wufan’s eyes snapped open and he was greeted by Yixing’s forever-content face smiling down at him.
“Stop smiling like that.” Wufan’s eyes widened a tad when he realized what he’d just said, “I mean, uh, I’m going to go take a nap.” He continued hurriedly, pushing past Yixing and into the dorm.
Yixing watched his retreating form with a look of dejection. He sighed and asked the manager to take him back to the company so he could get some more practice in, feeling more useless now more than ever. Yixing lived off praise and encouragement and he was easily pulled into not feeling good enough, he was used to Wufan being that source of encouragement but lately the older man seemed to be almost avoiding him. If I just work a little harder, he might pay a little more attention to me, maybe he’ll be proud of me again.
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It was well past dinner and Yixing still hadn’t made an appearance at the dorm.
“Why is Yixing always smiling!?” He bit out, frustrated at the boy’s seemingly endless contentment. Especially since it was the source of his inner turmoil more often than not.
“Huh, he doesn’t really? Normally his face is kind of contorted because his waist is bothering him.” Luhan paused in thought, “Actually it’s pretty much only you that he smiles at these days.” He offered whilst jamming a beanie on his head and slipping his shoes on. “Really Wufan, you should have realised by now.” The doe-eyed boy sang before answering a phone call with a chipper ‘Sehunnie!’.
The leader frowned and slumped back into the sofa, rubbing his hands over his face, “Zhang Yixing, the things you do to me.” He spent about thirty seconds hunched over, twiddling his thumbs before he abruptly shot to his feet. He grabbed a jacket and marched to the door. He was going to confront Yixing.
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When he finally got to the building and slipped past the fans waiting at the gates, he immediately made a beeline for one of the smaller practice rooms, it was Yixing’s favourite because of the fact that it was the room where EXO had been formally introduced to each other for the first time. He smiled slightly at the recollection.
Finally making it to the door, he quietly swung it open. The confrontation he’d planned in his head instantly died on his lips.
Yixing hadn’t noticed him because he was too busy trying to get a better look at the dark purple bruising across his side. He was holding the hem of his t-shirt at his chin, and the way that he resembled a puppy chasing its tail would have been more endearing had said puppy not been injured.
“How…?” Wufan started, already walking toward him, fully intent on getting a closer look.
Yixing jumped in response, the t-shirt falling along with his hands as they went to nervously fiddle with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. In a few short strides the long-legged man was standing in front of him, starting at him expectantly. “Why do you get hurt so much? You should look after yourself better.”
For the first time Yixing furrowed his eyebrows at Wufan, “Why do you always scold me these days?” Wufan momentarily paused at the uncharacteristically direct question.
“Because you do things that deserve scolding.” He simply replied, without skipping a beat.
Yixing suddenly lost all fire in his fight and dropped his gaze to the floor, his momentary courage had been short-lived. He tried to mumble an apology and side-step Wufan, but Wufan wasn’t going to have any of that that as his had short out to stop him and he rubbed his other over his face agitatedly, “I mean, fuck Yixing, I’m just worried about you. I’m always worried about you. Don’t shut me out.”
Yixing was taken aback by the frustration leaking into Wufan’s voice, he very rarely lost his cool. “You’re worried about me, so you give me the cold shoulder? If I’m being blunt about it duizhang you haven’t had anything nice to say to me in over three weeks.” He deadpanned.
At this some colour leaked into Wufan’s face. Wufan couldn’t deny it. That’s because it was exactly three weeks and four days ago when he finally acknowledged his attraction to Yixing. At first he thought nothing about the extra care he would take ensuring the boy was safe and hadn’t got distracted by a puppy and been left behind by the group… again. He didn’t notice the way his hands would linger on the small of his back, the way he’d come to need the smell of fresh mint and coconut by his side, the way his ears were tuned into hearing even the smallest breathy chuckle that left the smaller boy’s lips.
Even now as he took in the sight of the Chinese beauty, the way the visible skin on his neck glistened with a sheen of sweat and the blush of a good workout disappearing into his collar, he felt his mouth go dry. “Nevermind.” Wufan shook his head once, twice. “Let’s go back to the dorm.”
But the determined expression had returned to Yixing’s face, “No. I want to know what I did wrong.” He said this calmly, expression blank.
“I said nevermind. Drop it, I’ll wait for yo-”
“Why aren’t you proud of me anymore? What have I done!?”
Wufan blinked at the raised voice, Yixing never raised his voice.
“Fuck. Yixing.” Was the only warning he would receive before slightly chapped lips were pressed against his own. The kiss was chaste, only a few seconds of flesh pressed together, but it still made Yixing’s heart soar with hope he’d always squashed into the confines of the furthest corner of his mind.
They broke apart and Wufan’s eyes searched his own, waiting for the reaction that would either make or break him. He didn’t have to wait long before he was greeted by Yixing’s dimple and shining eyes, his lips pulled taut in a grin. There was an extremely short pause, and then Yixing was murmuring ‘Wufan’s against pliant lips.
It was a mutual understanding, they were both left wondering why this hadn’t happened sooner, they both could see how inevitable this outcome had been. The unspoken months of longing and lingering touches finally made sense to both of them. And it was okay.
After several long, wonderful minutes, they pulled apart once more. Their faces were still less than an inch apart, and they were both panting, close enough to feel small puffs of warm breath fanning across each other’s faces. One of Wufan’s palm had dropped to the injured waist and he was rubbing at it comfortingly in hopes of making the pain simply disappear. Yixing was leaning into the touch, eyes closed, “The warmth feels good.” He mumbled and dropped his face to rest against Wufan’s chest. Wufan let himself relax and smiled softly down at the other, tugging him closer than possible.
“Don’t overwork yourself too much.”
Yixing just rolled his eyes in response, a smile hinting at his lips, “Oh? What are you going to do about it?” Wufan looked down and immediately caught the mischief in his eyes, further enhanced by the playful tilt of his head.
But then Wufan grinned, and Yixing’s smile fell from his lips. “No.” Yixing started inching backwards and pushed against Wufan’s chest, trying to distance himself but Wufan was stronger (not that he was really trying anyway), “No, no, no, no, Wufan, I’ll do whateve-”
Wufan lifted his hands to Yixing’s ribcage and began his assault and it was only five minutes later that Yixing was begging for mercy with tears of mirth leaking from his eyes. Eventually, he relented and pulled Yixing back into an embrace, he let him catch his breath as he smiled into a sea of hazelnut locks.
Once the younger had calmed considerably, Wufan lifted a large hand to smooth down a few wayward stands of hair, “You know I am proud of you, right? You know that? I’ve always been proud of you.” Yixing nodded against where his face was pressed into his chest. Wufan wasn’t sure if Yixing believed him right now, but had plenty of time in the future to convince him.
Right now, he just wanted to think about Yixing, and how perfectly he fit against him.
“Let’s go home and get you a heat pack.”
“You make me sound like an old lady.”
“Sometimes you make yourself sound like an old lady with all your proverbs.”
“You said they make me sound intelligent.” Wufan could hear the pout.
“… an intelligent old lady then?” Wufan compromised.
Yixing laughed that breathy soft chuckle that Wufan loved, and poked him in response.
“Let’s go home.”
风向转变时,有人筑墙,有人造风车
Literally: When the wind of change blows, some build walls, while others build windmills.
When your life seems to be changing, it is better to adapt to the changes rather than be stubborn.