layhan: damn frustrations
Title: damn frustrations
Pairing: layhan
Genre: fluff, crack
Summary: wherein yixing has the urge to hit luhan every time he sees him. (but he swears he is not a sadist okay) zitao asks useless questions too.
a/n: very random omg what did I do
Yixing has been pacing back and forth as he slips his hands on his worn out jeans' pockets. "God I am so mad rn!" he hisses as he continues pacing but makes sure he does it like a model doing some catwalk-thing.
"Really," Kris replies lazily as he flips the next page of his cosmopolitan magazine.
"Yes I am very, very angry rn. Like for real man," Yixing answers back and touches his hair and ruffles it a bit - the model way.
"I can see that," Kris nods, eyes still on the magazine and focusing on the ‘how good are you in bed?’ article. His curiosity rose to its highest peak as he slowly reads the questions and gives his answers at the back of his mind.
"Can't you see how furious I a--"
"But hyung, what's 'rn'?", Zitao asks innocently as he cocks his head to the left (or wait is it right? damn left and right differences).
Widening his eyes on the unobvious maknae (because he looks like 25 years old okay he is not even exaggerating it), Yixing sighs and ignores his useless question. "Btw have you seen Luhan?" he asks instead, then finally stopped pacing. He realizes how tiresome it was and his breath was kinda ragged. What the hell i am getting old oh god please no.
No answer.
"Where is lu--"
"Ge, what's ‘b... t... w...’?”, Zitao asks in such a slow way -- per se slow motion and Yixing feels like ages passed before the younger finished it.
Again he ignores Zitao because useless question. He looks at Kris who was furrowing his brows making himself look like one of those angry birds. "pmsl Huang Zi Tao you are beyond any help," He comments. "Yifan?" he then asks, waiting for an answer on where luhan is.
"Fuckin shit man why the fuck did I only get three As?!" Kris shouts on frustrations and closes the magazine. "I'm sure I am damn good in bed! Those girls cannot get enough as I do it hard, gdi."
"Ge, what are you reading? ", Zitao asks as he scoots closer to Yifan and peeks a little from the closed magazine.
Yifan sighs as he pushes the magazine away from the younger's vision. "Just an article full of lies,” he answered, shaking his head.
"Okay Kris where is Lu Han." Yixing interrupts as he crosses his arms on his chest. "...and okay you are good in bed."
Widening his eyes, Kris throws the magazine to the guy standing on front of him like a boss. "Who the fuck knows where that always-lost-bambi is," he crosses his legs and raises his brow, "And we never had sex."
Yixing smirks and then recalls, "Ha! That one time you got drunk --"
"Why are you looking for me?" Luhan emerges out of nowhere as he slurps loudly from his bubble tea making his cheeks go hollow and his eyes go wider.
Yixing curses his self as he catches his breath while looking at Luhan blame those large doe-like eyes that seem like always twinkling and calling for him making him lost his sanity and just forget about the world and forget that Zitao asks useless questions and---
He curses himself again, as an ugly sound escaped his throat and he swears it was so fuckin unglam. Fuck I sound like a dying cat. "Nothing."
Nodding and dragging himself lazily to the kitchen, Luhan slurps from his empty cup of bubble tea and makes such annoying noise. He grins as he sees Yifan massaging his forehead. Yes, I made Yifan age by 5 years again. "Thought you would like to taste my bubble tea." he voices out and continues going to the kitchen.
Another sound comes out from Yixing's throat and this time he swears he sounds like a puppy instead, like the way it goes hnng hnnnng in a high-pitched voice. He bit the insides of his mouth and picks up the magazine that was on his feet. "Damn you cosmopolitan I swear Yifan is good in bed!!!!!!" He hisses as he tears the magazine furiously and crumples it and throws it to the floor and stamps on it and everything.
He then proceeds to sit on the couch, in between Yifan and Zitao, who were so busy thinking over who-knows-what.
"But i swear I'm good in bed." Kris mumbles and continues biting his fingernails.
Yixing sighs then looks at Zitao who pokes him softly. "What?"
"Ge, what's 'pmsl' and 'gdi'?"
---
Yixing slowly knocks on the room's door from across his and Luhan's then takes a deep breath, gathering his composure. He swears he is not a sadist but every time he sees Luhan he has the urge to hit him. Not really the 'hit' hit but just the 'hit'. He knows he isn't making sense but for sure fangirls can relate. My little angels, my last hope, he mutters.
For now he needs to stay away from Luhan.
"Eww, what did you say Zhang Yi Xing," Minseok deadpans upon opening the door slightly, revealing only his head.
Yixing opens his mouth to repeat what he just said when -- "I wanna eat a baozi."
The door then slams right before him. He clicks his tongue on frustration because his mind reasons out "It's not my fault he is a walking bun" then he feels his stomach grumble. Damn, see? "C'mon! Pls help me I have a big problem."
The door still didn't open.
"PLEASE." he begs dramatically, his specialty.
Then alas the door opens and Minseok's laser glares greets him. He steps inside then hits straight to Jongdae's bed and drops his self. "Help me guys."
Jongdae removes his headphones and turns off his music. He sits up and nods to Yixing, nudging him to go on.
Minseok then goes to the bed opposite from Jongdae's.
"I wanna hit LUHAN."
Two loud screams of "what?!" echoed throughout the room and Yixing has to cover his hands because god bless his ears but he is sitting beside Jongdae. "I think I'm deaf," he says absently then looks at Jongdae, frowning.
Wow blessed with such humor, Jongdae is just laughing. Or smiling. Or whatever. Jongdae's fans can relate this time.
"Why would you want to hit Luhan?" Minseok asks and scoots closer, hunching a bit as he put his hand on his cheeks with his legs crossed.
Yixing blinks while looking at the guy and he cocks his head to the side. "how old are you, again?"
Minseok chooses to throw a pillow to Yixing's dumb face and hisses, "Ask one more nonsense question and you're out from this room."
He collects himself and thinks of an answer for Minseok's previous question. "Because luhan is so cute and he seems perfect and I don't know but he makes me catch my breath when he is around and fuck he makes me produce such ugly sounds!"
The man across him makes an "O" reaction then nods. "That my friend is frustration."
Yixing sighs and asks for Jongdae's reaction. Jongdae, the special guy ever, just looks at him then makes that laugh-but-smile reaction. "What?" he asks.
Jongdae just replies him with a nod, then ... "Hehehe. Xing xing."
"God why am I even here."
---
Yixing is busy playing poker card with Minseok when they heard a sudden knock on the door. Without looking up, he asks, "Who's there?"
"Luhan."
"Well, fuck," his mouth slips and he bits his tongue as Minseok glares at him after that unnecessary kick.
Then the older guy proceeds to open the door. He makes himself 'busy' with his poker and refuses to look at Luhan who just came in. He starts to sweat and his hands have gone cold -- making him grip on the poker cards harder.
"Hey, be careful on my babies!" Minseok ran back instantly to his side making him lift his gaze.
God.
Mother.
Father.
Jesus.
Mary.
All saints in heaven.
All angels.
It is such a wrong move because Lu fucking Han is looking as cute as ever with his sad face with matching pikachu pajamas.
Shit. Yixing catches his breath and damn for the first time of his life he sounds like a pig. eernk oink.
"Yixing, go back to our room." Luhan says as he pouts. "Can't sleep without you."
Yixing blinks and tries to steady his heartbeat. "Still busy playing with Minseok hyung."
"Please?" Luhan insists as he clasps his hands.
"Ugh. I'm busy playing!" God, stop being so cute. You're killing me okay.
Then all of a sudden........
luhan wails. Loudly ... "AAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU!!!!!! YI!!!!!!!! XING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Wincing, he looks at Luhan with amusement on his eyes. "Why are you crying?"
Luhan sounded like a whale but that was the cutest thing ever.
Minseok winces and covers his ears. "wtf yixing drag him back to your room! I want world peace!"
He then stands up and drops Minseok's poker on the floor. Frustrations.
He then drags Luhan out from the room.
----
Sighing, Yixing clenches his fist to stop his self from doing anything. He sits at the edge of his bed and looks at Luhan who is sitting on his own bed. "What's wrong?"
Luhan attempts a sniff and fiddles on his pjs. "I wanna cry so bad!"
"Tell me what 's wrong." Yixing commands.
Luhan just looks at him then wails again. "AAAAAAAAA!!!!! YI!!!!!!! XING!!!!!!!!! HUHUHUHUHUHUHU SWRYOPLKGSJKXBN!!!!!!"
"God I can't understand you!"
Sniffing again, Luhan pouts. "Man U lost in a game!!!!"
GOD.
Yixing sighs and closes his eyes. He is starting to lose his patience. FUCK SOCCER. FUCK THOSE HOT MEN. "They will surely win in their next game ..." he tries to cheer him up.
Luhan's eyes widens. "But that means I have to give my mcm bag to Chanyeol, buying 1 year supply of bubble tea to Sehun and giving 974227972147 Won to Jongin!" he whines and gestures his hands frantically.
"How much?" Yixing asks again, wanting to make sure.
"Hehehe. I forgot actually."
FUCK EVERYTHING. FUCK LUHAN'S EXISTENCE. HE IS SO CUTE. HE WANTS TO HIT HIM SO BAD. JUST. UGH. FUCK.
Clenching his fist, he stands up and goes closer to Luhan. He ignores the loud thumping on his chest and the grumble on his stomach. He stays eyeing Luhan who is looking at him while biting his lower lip, eyes wide open.
"Yixing? Did I make you mad? omg Im sorry I will remember how much I owe Jongin--"
"Shut up, Luhan. I've been wanting to hit you so bad."
Then without a warning, he grabs Luhan as he lowers his self on the other man's level then closes the spaces between them with a kiss.
Luhan's lips are so soft and sweet he could not get enough. He continued nibbling on the other man's lips then smiles in between their kiss as Luhan responds, opening his mouth to welcome him.
He slips in his tongue and he moans when Luhan sucks it. He lowers his self a bit more and grabs Luhan closer by tugging the back of his head. he---
A sudden knock interrupts them and he groans in real frustration. Luhan is looking at him with a smile, eyes twinkling and cheeks a bit flushed in pink.
"What is it?" he asks.
"Uhm ... Ge ... Duizhang texted me ‘O... T.... L...’ what's that?" Zitao asks.
Heaving a sigh, Yixing hisses, "GOD HUANG ZI TAO!!!!!"
"Oh, thanks ge!"
a/n: omg i suck in writing ok and i suck in everything. i suck in crack and i suck in fluff. and oh my first layhan fic. o/ dedicating this to mary (yixings @twitter) because she is an awesome layhan shipper and lol she won't know who i am. 8D (will she ever read this tho lol)
thanks to bb for beta and for posting. ;u;
and thank you for reading and comment pls? :)