hug me until it hurts; five

Chinese / Korean

Yixing cowers under the scrutinizing gaze of the tan man in front of him, his taller frame towering over him as he smiles and says some words to his friend next to him, foreign language seeping into his trembling ears. 

"What do you say, Luhan? He's quite your type" Jongin murmurs, "But if you don't want him, I would gladly take him."

Luhan rolls his eyes and gets closer to the quivering hybrid, "You're so pretty, what are you doing here?"

Yixing's head snaps up at the sound of his mother tongue and he stares at the clearly prettier man in front of him.

"But sir, y-you're prettier" Yixing squeaks and looks down.

"He says I'm prettier" Luhan nudges Jongin with an amused smile on his face, "He thinks I am prettier"

"He must be kinda blind to say you're prettier, he's the prettiest I've ever seen in my life and we have met Baekhyun." Jongin nods along with Luhan as both boys stare at Yixing for quite a long time. "Should we buy him? He's really cute"

Luhan smiles and signals the younger maid a few steps away from them, "Miss, we would wish to take this one with us."

Yixing's eyes widen and silently pleads for them to leave him alone, he just wanted Sehun.

Where are you, my love?