Bear My Beard
Title: Bear My Beard
Pairing: kris/lay
Genre: comedy, romance
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2,4k words
Summary: No one is pleased when Yifan decides to grow a beard.
A/N: written for this prompt at exopromptmeme. You should know I'm not an english speaker so you'll probably find a few honest mistakes. I'm very sorry about them, but I had lots of fun writing this and I hope you like it (besides this is my otp dfgjlkasdfgças). And I'm sorry about the jokes too lol
Thanks to my precious eunteuks and niiceweather for reading this, correcting my awful mistakes and putting up with my shit <3 Love you guys
bear my beard
To say it was uncomfortable to sit next to Yifan is an understatement. It was very uncomfortable; almost unbearable. At least since he decided to hug his inner bear and let facial fur take over.
“Do you think I’d look good with a beard?” the tall blonde man asks Chanyeol one day at the kitchen as the pair attempts to cook dukbokki. The usually reddish dish was turning into a fishy shade of green and Yifan cringes his nose at the smell.
“I don’t know” the tall brunette narrows his eyes, cautiously studying the other and trying to picture Yifan’s face covered in hair. The boy’s eyes widen in horror as the image is drawn across his mind. Chanyeol’s hair turns into a messy ball of hair as he shakes his head terrified. No, Yifan would definitely not look good with a beard.
“No hyung, just leave it like this. You look good” he smiles hoping that the answer will effectively erase the idea from Yifan’s thoughts.
It doesn't.
Three days later, he already displayed a flimsy casing over his slim face.
“Are you guys out of shaving cream?” Jongin asks as soon as he steps into Yifan and Chanyeol’s shared apartment and faces Yifan. Jongin thinks he really looks like a beggar.
“No, I’m growing a beard” the taller says, not caring about the details and spins on his heels, moving back to the living room.
Jongin laughs. Yifan had gigantic dark circles around his eyes (probably from playing Call of Duty all night) and wandered around looking like the zombie of a homeless man.
“Oh my god hyung, you look so disgusting” he says and throws himself on the couch. “Your face looks like a poorly shaved vagina. Has Yixing seen this yet?”
Yifan shrugs; not caring about the younger’s insults. He knew what was coming when he decided to go on with his plan, so nothing his friends say will change his mind: The beard is happening and no one will be able to stop it. Not even Yixing (as much as Yifan loves him).
“This isn’t his decision to make” he simply answers.
“You know he hates mustaches right?” Chanyeol points out, grabbing the joystick that rested on the coffee table (actually it isn’t a coffee table, it is a fruit box turned upside down and a piece of fabric Kyungsoo has cared to throw over it).
“He won’t mind”
“I think we should break up”
Yifan stares at Yixing’s blank features with a gaping mouth, trying to understand what in the world had he done for his precious boyfriend to wish for their separation. “W-what? Why?”
Yixing eyes his nails carelessly as Yifan grabs his arms with desperation “What’s wrong, Xing?”
“Well…” the smaller of the two men looks up defiantly at his soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. “I think our relationship has taken a path where we’re not compatible anymore” Yixing just shrugs nonchalantly, yawning very much bored.
The blonde one is flabbergasted, no sign of any emotions other than pain and confusion washing over his slim face. Why is his Xing doing this? Why? They are a match made in heaven, no one can deny! “B-But just yesterday you said you loved me”
Yixing sighs seeming annoyed. “Yeah, a lot happened over night” he explains and Yifan tilts his head. What’s that supposed to mean? “I did a lot of thinking and I came to realize this is the best for us” he doesn’t even look at Yifan while he crashes his heart, and the taller man is convinced this person isn’t Zhang Yixing. It’s just not possible, when Zhang Yixing is a careful, considerate, loving and cute person.
“No! Yixing!” he wails “I love you! Don’t leave me!” but the small brunette is already making his way towards the front door. Yifan manages to grab his arm “Please don’t leave me! Let’s talk! I’ll do anything, just say it! Don’t leave me” he is almost crying (shamelessly) when he thinks Yixing’s eyes twinkle just for a second; and then his mouth is quirking slightly upward? Yifan narrows his eyes because he thinks he just saw a smirk outline Yixing’s features.
“Well… Actually there is something you could do” Yixing’s voice changes drastically, cold and uninterested being replaced by cautious and suggestive. A thought comes across Yifan’s mind. “You could…” he learns his thought is actually correct as his boyfriend says: “You could shave”
And then he snaps, because he’s so damn tired of his friends trying to blow his self-esteem and talking shit about his beard! That was a very cool beard! The blonde points an accusing finger at his boyfriend. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?! That I shave, so you tricked me into… Argh!” he pulls his hair in frustration and Yixing falters.
“Yifan! This looks weird on your face!” the small brunette gives up on the acting and decides to be honest with Yifan. They have always had the best relationship, being mature enough to talk their problems through and then have ravishing sex, but Yixing wasn’t able to sit and watch his boyfriend turn into some young Santa Claus.
“I like my beard, Yixing!” Yifan yells, so utterly annoyed that he can’t even look at Yixing for too long. “It gives me power! It makes me feel confident!”
The brunette strives not to look too obvious as he thinks those specks of hair could hardly be considered a beard “You were always confident!” he retorts.
“No!” his boyfriend hisses. “I’m more confident now!” shooting a last shivering glare at Yixing, Yifan takes a deep breath and leaves his boyfriend alone.
Yixing just watches as he storms away, feeling powerless and lame “But it looks so ugly…”
The atmosphere is dense and thick at Jongdae’s basement as they all sink with Yixing’s failure. After trying so many times, they are nearly giving up attacking Yifan’s beard. The boys just couldn’t allow their friend to stop shaving, not when they knew Yifan would regret his actions and rant at them for not putting some sense into him. But it was becoming harder to try.
“This is all your fault” the tiny brunette accuses as Chanyeol gapes trying to come out with an excuse not to be crucified as the culprit. Only he sort of is. It was his plan that Yixing pretended to break up with Yifan just so he could ask the older to shave.
“You were our last card. What else can we do?” Jongin tells him worriedly.
“Nothing. Nothing more because stupid Park Chanyeol is a terrible plan maker!”
“HEY! Stop talking to me like this! He is your boyfriend, you’re the one who should be more interested in ripping those pubes out of his face!”
“Don’t yell at Yixing!”
“Shut up Luhan!”
And suddenly it looks like Armageddon erupted in the basement, loud screams and glass-breaking noises creating a battlefield. Jongin frowned, unable to stand it any longer.
“WHY ARE WE FIGHTING EACH OTHER?” he questioned, a dramatic look on his face as the fight came to a halt. “Remember who the real enemy is!”
The answer is lost between their understanding gazes, but is almost like their minds are thinking the same.
Two weeks later Yifan is proudly showcasing a stuffed mustache and god he looks so awful. Standing next to him is embarrassing enough, but walking around and holding hands with Tom Selleck cover? Yixing thinks he doesn’t deserve to go through such a harsh time. He’s a good person goddammit, he volunteers at a shelter every Thursday evening! He’s not embarrassed of Yifan, he’s embarrassed of that disgusting mustache and all the hair surrounding his mouth and closing gaps at his face. Yifan could be easily mistaken for a Schnauzer by now.
“Ok, I think we’re facing a state of emergency” Yixing declares as soon as they’re all gathered at Jongdae’s basement, their secret hideout, and he listens to Minseok’s breath catching.
“He’s right guys, I saw Yifan today at college and he looks like a beaver” the boy cried.
“Oh god…”
“Yes, and I also heard that Engineering grads are calling him Chewbacca”
“Ok! So, we all agree we’ve been neglecting this for too long, right?” Chanyeol asks and a wave of nods and agrees fills the room.
“But what should we do? We’ve been failing miserably since the beginning and Jongdae even pulled a good one yesterday, but the guy always manages to dodge the bullet!”
Jongdae pretended to slip and fall onto Yifan only to stick a piece of chewed gum into his mustache. Didn’t work. Before Jongdae, Sehun tried to allure Yifan into a barber, Baekhyun tried to spill some wax (but ended up on Chanyeol’s leg instead) and Tao gave him a razor blade as a “gift” (although Yifan misjudged Tao as a depressive and engaged the younger boy in an hour long talk about the joys of living). Nothing worked and they were running out of ideas.
“Guys, I need that beard to go. I can’t spend the rest of my life having sex with Freddie Mercury!”
Misery kept them company and Yixing felt his eyes water as Bohemian Rhapsody played as his future life playlist. All hope seems to be gone when, suddenly, Junmyeon raises, a bright look on his face “Hey guys, I think I know what we can do”
Maybe we can get rid of that hideous thing after all, Yixing thinks hopefully as they surround Junmyeon to hear about the plan.
“Isn’t Freddie Mercury dead?” Sehun blurts.
Chanyeol nods and replies with a wise look “Yeah, a dick killed him”
Yixing knows they haven’t chosen the best way to help, but there aren’t any alternatives left and he feels sorry for his boyfriend. Yifan really seems to like that stupid mustache. But… It’s so ugly and sweaty and it tingles when we kiss… He tries to think about all the reasons that makes him hate the blonde’s facial hair as if it would make him feel better.
Only there’s no time left and they hear Yifan’s footsteps outside the apartment. Junmyeon looks around and holds a finger up to indicate the right time to attack.
When Yifan enters the apartment, everything he wants is a warm shower and his bed sheets; he’s so tired that decides he can play Call of Duty later. Except he never makes it to the bathroom - eleven pairs of hands appear out of nowhere and next thing he’s being forced into what seems like a horde.
“LET’S GET HIM!!!!”
“WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!” suddenly he is in the middle of a circle and the eleven pairs of eyes are staring at him “WHAT IS THIS?!”
“This is an intervention!” Yixing announces, making Yifan widen his eyes, probably trying to process what is happening. “We see this mustache and beard set as a harmful thing and we’re here to put an end to this!”
“What?” the taller just can’t believe his eyes and ears. “Have you guys lost your minds? YOU’RE ATTACKING ME!”
“No, not attacking hyung” Jongin explains “We’re caring for you as-”
“HEY STOP TOUCHING MY ASS!” Yifan’s cutting scream interrupts and the man is glaring at Luhan.
“Lies!” the brown-haired looks with cynical hurt in his eyes. He was so squeezing Yifan’s butt.
“Luhan stop touching him!”
“Hey, are we gonna do this or not?” Chanyeol suddenly remembers their purpose. “Grab him so he can’t escape”
And Yifan has no way out of the ten pair of hands that try and reach for him. He just can’t believe his friends have ambushed him. It isn’t a secret that none of them liked Yifan’s idea of growing a beard because Beards are for old folks and No one will envy your 70s mustache, but yet that was something he's always wanted, to actually have a mustache. When he was an innocent four year old, his father’s mustache was the coolest thing ever. One day he decided to ask his papa how did that hair above his mouth feel. He can still remember the proud answer his father gave: “Feels great”; and since then Yifan has wanted to feel that amazing.
Truth is he never thought the mustache was pretty. The beard is cool, but not the mustache. He kind of hates the way it acts as a rope so insects can climb up his face and enter his nose. He’s had some unpleasant experiences.
Yifan isn’t even paying attention when Junmyeon runs the razor blade at his already creamed face, screams of “YEAH!” and “It’s for the best, Fanfan!” are heard throughout the room. He even thinks he hears Sehun and Luhan chanting a native sacrifice ritual war cry.
As soon as Junmyeon finishes and Minseok hands him a wet towel, Yifan’s face is cleaned and in a weird way, his face feels a lot fresher. There is actually air touching below his noses trills.
“There he is”
“So much better”
“I was forgotten that he was a good-looking bastard”
He feels the hands retreating to provide him freedom and adjusts in his position, looking at his friends, but not before touching his old-new face.
“So how do you feel? Weakened by the loss of fur?” Yixing asks, approaching his boyfriend cautiously. Yifan shrugs decided not to show any kind of resentment towards the group.
“I was gonna shave it in a few days” he confesses and is truly amused by the surprise wave that washes his friends’ faces. “You bothered for nothing”
As the boys whimper and whines things like “I can’t believe I spent 2 bucks on this shaving cream” and “We should’ve shaved his head for good measure”, Yifan sits on the couch and leans on his back, crossing his arms against his chest. He can’t say he’s enjoyed being manhandled by a crowd, but he’s certainly satisfied when one by one the assaulters leave his and Chanyeol’s shared apartment.
“Well, that was disappointing” Chanyeol makes his way towards his bedroom and closes his door with a thud.
After there’s nothing left in the room besides Yifan’s strangely satisfied aura, Yixing touches his arm hesitantly, afraid that his boyfriend would be mad. He’s surprised when the blonde faces him and there is a smile on his face. Yixing’s breathe catches - he’s almost forgotten of how beautiful Yifan is.
“You’re not mad, are you?” he asks, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, feeling his boyfriend’s protective arm bringing him closer.
“Nope” he sighs, eyes lightly closed as he feels comfortable beside a small frame like Yixing’s “But you ruined my ferocious-Village-People-sex plans”
Yixing only has time to widen his eyes in horror at his boyfriend’s thoughts before the latter explodes in laughter. The smaller punches him affectionately and bites back a laugh, not actually finding it funny. After repeatedly waking up at night because of Freddie-Mercury-related nightmares, Yixing thinks he’s had enough of mustaches for a lifetime.
A/N: lksdjgdfhglçdsj I'm sorry OP lol, but I still hope you've liked it. I've tried my best even tho I'm not exactly a good writer. To everyone who's a kris/lay shipper, I'm currently working on something so look forward?!?!?! See ya!
Pairing: kris/lay
Genre: comedy, romance
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2,4k words
Summary: No one is pleased when Yifan decides to grow a beard.
A/N: written for this prompt at exopromptmeme. You should know I'm not an english speaker so you'll probably find a few honest mistakes. I'm very sorry about them, but I had lots of fun writing this and I hope you like it (besides this is my otp dfgjlkasdfgças). And I'm sorry about the jokes too lol
Thanks to my precious eunteuks and niiceweather for reading this, correcting my awful mistakes and putting up with my shit <3 Love you guys
bear my beard
To say it was uncomfortable to sit next to Yifan is an understatement. It was very uncomfortable; almost unbearable. At least since he decided to hug his inner bear and let facial fur take over.
“Do you think I’d look good with a beard?” the tall blonde man asks Chanyeol one day at the kitchen as the pair attempts to cook dukbokki. The usually reddish dish was turning into a fishy shade of green and Yifan cringes his nose at the smell.
“I don’t know” the tall brunette narrows his eyes, cautiously studying the other and trying to picture Yifan’s face covered in hair. The boy’s eyes widen in horror as the image is drawn across his mind. Chanyeol’s hair turns into a messy ball of hair as he shakes his head terrified. No, Yifan would definitely not look good with a beard.
“No hyung, just leave it like this. You look good” he smiles hoping that the answer will effectively erase the idea from Yifan’s thoughts.
It doesn't.
Three days later, he already displayed a flimsy casing over his slim face.
“Are you guys out of shaving cream?” Jongin asks as soon as he steps into Yifan and Chanyeol’s shared apartment and faces Yifan. Jongin thinks he really looks like a beggar.
“No, I’m growing a beard” the taller says, not caring about the details and spins on his heels, moving back to the living room.
Jongin laughs. Yifan had gigantic dark circles around his eyes (probably from playing Call of Duty all night) and wandered around looking like the zombie of a homeless man.
“Oh my god hyung, you look so disgusting” he says and throws himself on the couch. “Your face looks like a poorly shaved vagina. Has Yixing seen this yet?”
Yifan shrugs; not caring about the younger’s insults. He knew what was coming when he decided to go on with his plan, so nothing his friends say will change his mind: The beard is happening and no one will be able to stop it. Not even Yixing (as much as Yifan loves him).
“This isn’t his decision to make” he simply answers.
“You know he hates mustaches right?” Chanyeol points out, grabbing the joystick that rested on the coffee table (actually it isn’t a coffee table, it is a fruit box turned upside down and a piece of fabric Kyungsoo has cared to throw over it).
“He won’t mind”
“I think we should break up”
Yifan stares at Yixing’s blank features with a gaping mouth, trying to understand what in the world had he done for his precious boyfriend to wish for their separation. “W-what? Why?”
Yixing eyes his nails carelessly as Yifan grabs his arms with desperation “What’s wrong, Xing?”
“Well…” the smaller of the two men looks up defiantly at his soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. “I think our relationship has taken a path where we’re not compatible anymore” Yixing just shrugs nonchalantly, yawning very much bored.
The blonde one is flabbergasted, no sign of any emotions other than pain and confusion washing over his slim face. Why is his Xing doing this? Why? They are a match made in heaven, no one can deny! “B-But just yesterday you said you loved me”
Yixing sighs seeming annoyed. “Yeah, a lot happened over night” he explains and Yifan tilts his head. What’s that supposed to mean? “I did a lot of thinking and I came to realize this is the best for us” he doesn’t even look at Yifan while he crashes his heart, and the taller man is convinced this person isn’t Zhang Yixing. It’s just not possible, when Zhang Yixing is a careful, considerate, loving and cute person.
“No! Yixing!” he wails “I love you! Don’t leave me!” but the small brunette is already making his way towards the front door. Yifan manages to grab his arm “Please don’t leave me! Let’s talk! I’ll do anything, just say it! Don’t leave me” he is almost crying (shamelessly) when he thinks Yixing’s eyes twinkle just for a second; and then his mouth is quirking slightly upward? Yifan narrows his eyes because he thinks he just saw a smirk outline Yixing’s features.
“Well… Actually there is something you could do” Yixing’s voice changes drastically, cold and uninterested being replaced by cautious and suggestive. A thought comes across Yifan’s mind. “You could…” he learns his thought is actually correct as his boyfriend says: “You could shave”
And then he snaps, because he’s so damn tired of his friends trying to blow his self-esteem and talking shit about his beard! That was a very cool beard! The blonde points an accusing finger at his boyfriend. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?! That I shave, so you tricked me into… Argh!” he pulls his hair in frustration and Yixing falters.
“Yifan! This looks weird on your face!” the small brunette gives up on the acting and decides to be honest with Yifan. They have always had the best relationship, being mature enough to talk their problems through and then have ravishing sex, but Yixing wasn’t able to sit and watch his boyfriend turn into some young Santa Claus.
“I like my beard, Yixing!” Yifan yells, so utterly annoyed that he can’t even look at Yixing for too long. “It gives me power! It makes me feel confident!”
The brunette strives not to look too obvious as he thinks those specks of hair could hardly be considered a beard “You were always confident!” he retorts.
“No!” his boyfriend hisses. “I’m more confident now!” shooting a last shivering glare at Yixing, Yifan takes a deep breath and leaves his boyfriend alone.
Yixing just watches as he storms away, feeling powerless and lame “But it looks so ugly…”
The atmosphere is dense and thick at Jongdae’s basement as they all sink with Yixing’s failure. After trying so many times, they are nearly giving up attacking Yifan’s beard. The boys just couldn’t allow their friend to stop shaving, not when they knew Yifan would regret his actions and rant at them for not putting some sense into him. But it was becoming harder to try.
“This is all your fault” the tiny brunette accuses as Chanyeol gapes trying to come out with an excuse not to be crucified as the culprit. Only he sort of is. It was his plan that Yixing pretended to break up with Yifan just so he could ask the older to shave.
“You were our last card. What else can we do?” Jongin tells him worriedly.
“Nothing. Nothing more because stupid Park Chanyeol is a terrible plan maker!”
“HEY! Stop talking to me like this! He is your boyfriend, you’re the one who should be more interested in ripping those pubes out of his face!”
“Don’t yell at Yixing!”
“Shut up Luhan!”
And suddenly it looks like Armageddon erupted in the basement, loud screams and glass-breaking noises creating a battlefield. Jongin frowned, unable to stand it any longer.
“WHY ARE WE FIGHTING EACH OTHER?” he questioned, a dramatic look on his face as the fight came to a halt. “Remember who the real enemy is!”
The answer is lost between their understanding gazes, but is almost like their minds are thinking the same.
Two weeks later Yifan is proudly showcasing a stuffed mustache and god he looks so awful. Standing next to him is embarrassing enough, but walking around and holding hands with Tom Selleck cover? Yixing thinks he doesn’t deserve to go through such a harsh time. He’s a good person goddammit, he volunteers at a shelter every Thursday evening! He’s not embarrassed of Yifan, he’s embarrassed of that disgusting mustache and all the hair surrounding his mouth and closing gaps at his face. Yifan could be easily mistaken for a Schnauzer by now.
“Ok, I think we’re facing a state of emergency” Yixing declares as soon as they’re all gathered at Jongdae’s basement, their secret hideout, and he listens to Minseok’s breath catching.
“He’s right guys, I saw Yifan today at college and he looks like a beaver” the boy cried.
“Oh god…”
“Yes, and I also heard that Engineering grads are calling him Chewbacca”
“Ok! So, we all agree we’ve been neglecting this for too long, right?” Chanyeol asks and a wave of nods and agrees fills the room.
“But what should we do? We’ve been failing miserably since the beginning and Jongdae even pulled a good one yesterday, but the guy always manages to dodge the bullet!”
Jongdae pretended to slip and fall onto Yifan only to stick a piece of chewed gum into his mustache. Didn’t work. Before Jongdae, Sehun tried to allure Yifan into a barber, Baekhyun tried to spill some wax (but ended up on Chanyeol’s leg instead) and Tao gave him a razor blade as a “gift” (although Yifan misjudged Tao as a depressive and engaged the younger boy in an hour long talk about the joys of living). Nothing worked and they were running out of ideas.
“Guys, I need that beard to go. I can’t spend the rest of my life having sex with Freddie Mercury!”
Misery kept them company and Yixing felt his eyes water as Bohemian Rhapsody played as his future life playlist. All hope seems to be gone when, suddenly, Junmyeon raises, a bright look on his face “Hey guys, I think I know what we can do”
Maybe we can get rid of that hideous thing after all, Yixing thinks hopefully as they surround Junmyeon to hear about the plan.
“Isn’t Freddie Mercury dead?” Sehun blurts.
Chanyeol nods and replies with a wise look “Yeah, a dick killed him”
Yixing knows they haven’t chosen the best way to help, but there aren’t any alternatives left and he feels sorry for his boyfriend. Yifan really seems to like that stupid mustache. But… It’s so ugly and sweaty and it tingles when we kiss… He tries to think about all the reasons that makes him hate the blonde’s facial hair as if it would make him feel better.
Only there’s no time left and they hear Yifan’s footsteps outside the apartment. Junmyeon looks around and holds a finger up to indicate the right time to attack.
When Yifan enters the apartment, everything he wants is a warm shower and his bed sheets; he’s so tired that decides he can play Call of Duty later. Except he never makes it to the bathroom - eleven pairs of hands appear out of nowhere and next thing he’s being forced into what seems like a horde.
“LET’S GET HIM!!!!”
“WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!” suddenly he is in the middle of a circle and the eleven pairs of eyes are staring at him “WHAT IS THIS?!”
“This is an intervention!” Yixing announces, making Yifan widen his eyes, probably trying to process what is happening. “We see this mustache and beard set as a harmful thing and we’re here to put an end to this!”
“What?” the taller just can’t believe his eyes and ears. “Have you guys lost your minds? YOU’RE ATTACKING ME!”
“No, not attacking hyung” Jongin explains “We’re caring for you as-”
“HEY STOP TOUCHING MY ASS!” Yifan’s cutting scream interrupts and the man is glaring at Luhan.
“Lies!” the brown-haired looks with cynical hurt in his eyes. He was so squeezing Yifan’s butt.
“Luhan stop touching him!”
“Hey, are we gonna do this or not?” Chanyeol suddenly remembers their purpose. “Grab him so he can’t escape”
And Yifan has no way out of the ten pair of hands that try and reach for him. He just can’t believe his friends have ambushed him. It isn’t a secret that none of them liked Yifan’s idea of growing a beard because Beards are for old folks and No one will envy your 70s mustache, but yet that was something he's always wanted, to actually have a mustache. When he was an innocent four year old, his father’s mustache was the coolest thing ever. One day he decided to ask his papa how did that hair above his mouth feel. He can still remember the proud answer his father gave: “Feels great”; and since then Yifan has wanted to feel that amazing.
Truth is he never thought the mustache was pretty. The beard is cool, but not the mustache. He kind of hates the way it acts as a rope so insects can climb up his face and enter his nose. He’s had some unpleasant experiences.
Yifan isn’t even paying attention when Junmyeon runs the razor blade at his already creamed face, screams of “YEAH!” and “It’s for the best, Fanfan!” are heard throughout the room. He even thinks he hears Sehun and Luhan chanting a native sacrifice ritual war cry.
As soon as Junmyeon finishes and Minseok hands him a wet towel, Yifan’s face is cleaned and in a weird way, his face feels a lot fresher. There is actually air touching below his noses trills.
“There he is”
“So much better”
“I was forgotten that he was a good-looking bastard”
He feels the hands retreating to provide him freedom and adjusts in his position, looking at his friends, but not before touching his old-new face.
“So how do you feel? Weakened by the loss of fur?” Yixing asks, approaching his boyfriend cautiously. Yifan shrugs decided not to show any kind of resentment towards the group.
“I was gonna shave it in a few days” he confesses and is truly amused by the surprise wave that washes his friends’ faces. “You bothered for nothing”
As the boys whimper and whines things like “I can’t believe I spent 2 bucks on this shaving cream” and “We should’ve shaved his head for good measure”, Yifan sits on the couch and leans on his back, crossing his arms against his chest. He can’t say he’s enjoyed being manhandled by a crowd, but he’s certainly satisfied when one by one the assaulters leave his and Chanyeol’s shared apartment.
“Well, that was disappointing” Chanyeol makes his way towards his bedroom and closes his door with a thud.
After there’s nothing left in the room besides Yifan’s strangely satisfied aura, Yixing touches his arm hesitantly, afraid that his boyfriend would be mad. He’s surprised when the blonde faces him and there is a smile on his face. Yixing’s breathe catches - he’s almost forgotten of how beautiful Yifan is.
“You’re not mad, are you?” he asks, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, feeling his boyfriend’s protective arm bringing him closer.
“Nope” he sighs, eyes lightly closed as he feels comfortable beside a small frame like Yixing’s “But you ruined my ferocious-Village-People-sex plans”
Yixing only has time to widen his eyes in horror at his boyfriend’s thoughts before the latter explodes in laughter. The smaller punches him affectionately and bites back a laugh, not actually finding it funny. After repeatedly waking up at night because of Freddie-Mercury-related nightmares, Yixing thinks he’s had enough of mustaches for a lifetime.
A/N: lksdjgdfhglçdsj I'm sorry OP lol, but I still hope you've liked it. I've tried my best even tho I'm not exactly a good writer. To everyone who's a kris/lay shipper, I'm currently working on something so look forward?!?!?! See ya!