gucci gucci ; 1/1
Title: Gucci Gucci
Pairing: Tao/Kris
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff? crack? i don't know what this is but it's embarrassing
W/C: ~1,210
Summary: Pout and you shall receive. It’s Tao’s motto when it comes to Kris, and it hasn’t failed him yet.
A/N: Based off of this.
It’s one of those rare days where they have a day off. The Korean trainees, lucky enough to have families that live close by, have all gone home. To be honest, Tao’s a little jealous of them. He misses his mom and his dad, he misses his friends and he really, really misses Qingdao.
And while he misses home more than he can properly explain with words, he also doesn’t think he should spend his one free day moping around the dorm. He wants to do something fun, something that’ll get his mind off of being homesick. And, in Tao’s humble opinion, shopping is the best medicine for any and everything.
“Let’s go shopping,” he says, wandering into Kris’s room.
The older boy is laying on his bed, laptop sitting on his legs. He looks far too unexcited for a day off. “We went shopping last weekend. You bought four cases for your phone, remember?”
“So?” he asks, sitting on the bed next to Kris. “I want to buy something different this time. Look!” He slides said phone out of his pocket - it’s in its brand new white case, which Kris had said was pointless, the asshole - and brings up the webpage he bookmarked earlier. “It’s cute. I want it.”
Kris looks kind of pissed off, and it probably has something to do with Tao shoving his phone in his face, but still. No one should be that put off by the perfection that is Gucci. “So go shopping by yourself,” he says, rolling his eyes and pushing the phone out of his face.
“But shopping isn’t fun when you go by yourself!”
He turns his attention back to the laptop. “Then ask Yixing. He likes that kind of stuff, doesn’t he?”
Tao leans down and rests his chin on Kris’s shoulder. He’s close enough that the older boy can feel his breath against his skin. “But I want to go with you, Wufan.”
Kris stops typing. He also tenses. A lot.
Tao almost has him. All he has to do is- “Please,” he mumbles, turning his head slightly so his cheek nuzzles into the other’s neck. “Pretty please!”
Kris closes his laptop and sighs. “Let’s go.”
“Look!” Tao says, pulling Kris by the wrist. “That’s the one I was looking at online.” He picks the bag up, turns it over in his hands and traces the zippers and seams. “It’s cute, right?”
“I guess... But,” the bag disappears from his hands, “look at the price, Zitao.”
Kris waves the price tag in front of his face, and Tao thinks that’s a lot of zeros. More than he can pay for. “Oh.” He’s pretty damn sure Wufan can afford to buy it though, will buy it. All he has to do is pout a little and stare at the ground.
He looks up from the corner of his eye and sees Kris staring at him, mouth hanging open. “What’s that look for?” the older boy asks. “You look like a kicked puppy. Stop it.”
“I can’t afford it,” Tao says, smiling sadly. “But... I really want Gucci.”
“No.” Kris deadpans. “A thousand times no. I’m not buying you Gucci, Zitao.”
Tao pulls at the corner of Kris’s sleeve. “But I really want it.”
Kris looks exasperated, and Tao feels vaguely sorry. Sort of. Not really. Kris always gives him what he wants, and right now, he wants the damn bag. He wants it, and he’ll get it. It’s just a matter of pulling out his secret weapon.
He pulls his lips into a pout and looks up at Kris through his eyelashes, scuffing the floor a little with his foot. “Please.”
Tao is the motherfucking aegyo king out of all the trainees. Cuter than Luhan and Xiumin on their best days, and, he thinks, he could probably out aegyo Sungmin-sunbae if he wanted to. That’s a theory he’ll have to test one day.
Kris bites his lips, and Tao knows he’s walking the fine line between deciding to deny him more, or giving in. Because Tao is such a kind person, he figures that he should help the poor guy decide. Pushing his bottom lip out further, he presses closer to Kris.
Kris pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly, his eyes falling shut. “Fine. Get what you want.”
Pout and you shall receive. It’s Tao’s motto when it comes to Kris, and it hasn’t failed him yet.
Tao can now proudly say he owns his first Gucci. And his second. Also his third.
“I don’t understand,” Kris says, carrying the largest sized shopping bag that Gucci has to offer - because Tao even got him to hold his shopping bag. The walk back to the dorm isn’t that far, but Tao, with all of his damned aegyo, convinced Kris that the world would end if he had to carry his bag all the way back home. Being this cute should be illegal, Tao thinks. Really. “How does you wanting to shop end in me buying you not one, but three bags?”
“It’s because you love me,” Tao singsongs, reaching down to grab Kris’s free hand.
“Sometimes I wish I didn’t,” he replies back, but he grasps Tao’s hand anyways. “I maxed out an entire credit card today because of you. It was brand new!”
“When we debut and become rich and famous, your credit limits will be higher. Don’t worry.”
“We’re going to have to adopt a dozen children when we’re old,” he says, tugging Tao across the street with him. “They’ll have to support us, because most of my money will go towards paying for your designer purse addiction.”
“They’re not purses. Don’t call them purses.” Tao bumps into him with his hip. “The big one is a tote, and the one with the strings is a messenger bag. The last one is a shoulder bag. There are differences!”
Kris shakes his head. “Purses,” he says again. “Girly things.”
“You’re really mean sometimes.”
“And you’re manipulative,” Kris shoots back.
“Wufan,” Tao whines, which earns him a weird look from someone they pass by, and a squeeze of his hand from Kris. “Take that back.”
Kris laughs a little - it’s Tao’s favorite sound, because it doesn’t happen very often - and lets go of his hand to pull open the door to the dorm. “I won’t take it back until you stop using your aegyo against me.”
The door closes behind them, and Tao reaches for Kris’s hand again. “Let’s face it,” he starts to say as the doors of the elevator slide open. He steps in, Kris trailing behind him. The metal doors shut, signaling the start of their few short moments of privacy. Tao presses close to Kris, chest to chest, and reaches his free hand up to cup Kris's cheek. "That's never going to happen," he mumbles against the other's lips.
In any other circumstance, Kris would probably argue back, listing off reasons why it should happen and why he will make it happen. But now, Kris says nothing, just brushes his lips against Tao's. Tao smiles into the kiss, because he knows something that the others never will.
Tao knows the secret to cracking Kris: aegyo and kisses.
Pairing: Tao/Kris
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff? crack? i don't know what this is but it's embarrassing
W/C: ~1,210
Summary: Pout and you shall receive. It’s Tao’s motto when it comes to Kris, and it hasn’t failed him yet.
A/N: Based off of this.
It’s one of those rare days where they have a day off. The Korean trainees, lucky enough to have families that live close by, have all gone home. To be honest, Tao’s a little jealous of them. He misses his mom and his dad, he misses his friends and he really, really misses Qingdao.
And while he misses home more than he can properly explain with words, he also doesn’t think he should spend his one free day moping around the dorm. He wants to do something fun, something that’ll get his mind off of being homesick. And, in Tao’s humble opinion, shopping is the best medicine for any and everything.
“Let’s go shopping,” he says, wandering into Kris’s room.
The older boy is laying on his bed, laptop sitting on his legs. He looks far too unexcited for a day off. “We went shopping last weekend. You bought four cases for your phone, remember?”
“So?” he asks, sitting on the bed next to Kris. “I want to buy something different this time. Look!” He slides said phone out of his pocket - it’s in its brand new white case, which Kris had said was pointless, the asshole - and brings up the webpage he bookmarked earlier. “It’s cute. I want it.”
Kris looks kind of pissed off, and it probably has something to do with Tao shoving his phone in his face, but still. No one should be that put off by the perfection that is Gucci. “So go shopping by yourself,” he says, rolling his eyes and pushing the phone out of his face.
“But shopping isn’t fun when you go by yourself!”
He turns his attention back to the laptop. “Then ask Yixing. He likes that kind of stuff, doesn’t he?”
Tao leans down and rests his chin on Kris’s shoulder. He’s close enough that the older boy can feel his breath against his skin. “But I want to go with you, Wufan.”
Kris stops typing. He also tenses. A lot.
Tao almost has him. All he has to do is- “Please,” he mumbles, turning his head slightly so his cheek nuzzles into the other’s neck. “Pretty please!”
Kris closes his laptop and sighs. “Let’s go.”
“Look!” Tao says, pulling Kris by the wrist. “That’s the one I was looking at online.” He picks the bag up, turns it over in his hands and traces the zippers and seams. “It’s cute, right?”
“I guess... But,” the bag disappears from his hands, “look at the price, Zitao.”
Kris waves the price tag in front of his face, and Tao thinks that’s a lot of zeros. More than he can pay for. “Oh.” He’s pretty damn sure Wufan can afford to buy it though, will buy it. All he has to do is pout a little and stare at the ground.
He looks up from the corner of his eye and sees Kris staring at him, mouth hanging open. “What’s that look for?” the older boy asks. “You look like a kicked puppy. Stop it.”
“I can’t afford it,” Tao says, smiling sadly. “But... I really want Gucci.”
“No.” Kris deadpans. “A thousand times no. I’m not buying you Gucci, Zitao.”
Tao pulls at the corner of Kris’s sleeve. “But I really want it.”
Kris looks exasperated, and Tao feels vaguely sorry. Sort of. Not really. Kris always gives him what he wants, and right now, he wants the damn bag. He wants it, and he’ll get it. It’s just a matter of pulling out his secret weapon.
He pulls his lips into a pout and looks up at Kris through his eyelashes, scuffing the floor a little with his foot. “Please.”
Tao is the motherfucking aegyo king out of all the trainees. Cuter than Luhan and Xiumin on their best days, and, he thinks, he could probably out aegyo Sungmin-sunbae if he wanted to. That’s a theory he’ll have to test one day.
Kris bites his lips, and Tao knows he’s walking the fine line between deciding to deny him more, or giving in. Because Tao is such a kind person, he figures that he should help the poor guy decide. Pushing his bottom lip out further, he presses closer to Kris.
Kris pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly, his eyes falling shut. “Fine. Get what you want.”
Pout and you shall receive. It’s Tao’s motto when it comes to Kris, and it hasn’t failed him yet.
Tao can now proudly say he owns his first Gucci. And his second. Also his third.
“I don’t understand,” Kris says, carrying the largest sized shopping bag that Gucci has to offer - because Tao even got him to hold his shopping bag. The walk back to the dorm isn’t that far, but Tao, with all of his damned aegyo, convinced Kris that the world would end if he had to carry his bag all the way back home. Being this cute should be illegal, Tao thinks. Really. “How does you wanting to shop end in me buying you not one, but three bags?”
“It’s because you love me,” Tao singsongs, reaching down to grab Kris’s free hand.
“Sometimes I wish I didn’t,” he replies back, but he grasps Tao’s hand anyways. “I maxed out an entire credit card today because of you. It was brand new!”
“When we debut and become rich and famous, your credit limits will be higher. Don’t worry.”
“We’re going to have to adopt a dozen children when we’re old,” he says, tugging Tao across the street with him. “They’ll have to support us, because most of my money will go towards paying for your designer purse addiction.”
“They’re not purses. Don’t call them purses.” Tao bumps into him with his hip. “The big one is a tote, and the one with the strings is a messenger bag. The last one is a shoulder bag. There are differences!”
Kris shakes his head. “Purses,” he says again. “Girly things.”
“You’re really mean sometimes.”
“And you’re manipulative,” Kris shoots back.
“Wufan,” Tao whines, which earns him a weird look from someone they pass by, and a squeeze of his hand from Kris. “Take that back.”
Kris laughs a little - it’s Tao’s favorite sound, because it doesn’t happen very often - and lets go of his hand to pull open the door to the dorm. “I won’t take it back until you stop using your aegyo against me.”
The door closes behind them, and Tao reaches for Kris’s hand again. “Let’s face it,” he starts to say as the doors of the elevator slide open. He steps in, Kris trailing behind him. The metal doors shut, signaling the start of their few short moments of privacy. Tao presses close to Kris, chest to chest, and reaches his free hand up to cup Kris's cheek. "That's never going to happen," he mumbles against the other's lips.
In any other circumstance, Kris would probably argue back, listing off reasons why it should happen and why he will make it happen. But now, Kris says nothing, just brushes his lips against Tao's. Tao smiles into the kiss, because he knows something that the others never will.
Tao knows the secret to cracking Kris: aegyo and kisses.