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“I’m not letting you do this!”

“It’s not really up to you decide that.” He spoke softly.

“I don’t ing care to be honest! I’m your leader that should count as something!”

“Not really it doesn’t. Not in this matter anyway. Give me a break Wufan I don’t want to get into an argument with you right now.”

“ you! You give yourself a break! Sometimes you’re such an idiot. Hard headed idiot!” his lungs were starting to burn the more he raised his voice. Yixing’s face if painful before it was showing discomfort and unpleasantness right now, he guesses it’s because of his yelling and swearing but if anything he deserves it. Nothing moves Yixing. He is a stubborn little like Jongin had called him earlier. Wufan couldn’t get in him how enormously angry and frustrated the younger boy was making him.

“I don’t like when you call me that.” Yixing’s voice was soft and his expression changed to sadness. Exo-M’s duizhang’s heart fell to the ground. This is his weakness, Yixing being sad.

“I’m sorry Xing. Just…just please, please stop being so reckless.” If he didn’t want it to come out as a plea he failed.

“It’s my career, our career. I can’t just stop. There are things to do.” He started to move from the couch where he was sitting and immediately lost balance while trying to stand up as pain came rushing into his spine. Wufan made a hurried movement to go to the dancer’s rescue and grabbed his arm.

“Are you keep going to try to convince me you’re okay?” he didn’t meant to say it so loud but the worry and pain of seeing Yixing in this state takes over his throat and actions. The dancer tries to balance himself and forget the pain, Wufan still holding him. He stands up right and tries to pry himself off duizhang’s grip.

“You’re hurting me Yifan.” His voice is incredibly soft but the older male heard him and let go of his arm.

“I’m sorry. You worry me. Please Yixing.” At this point he doesn’t care if he sounds weak and desperate he only knows he has to stop his band mate at all costs.

“No. I’m doing it and I would really appreciate it if you wouldn’t say anything about it.”

“Yixing…”

“I’ve made up my mind.”

“You can barely stand!!”

“Enough!!” His voice surpasses Wufan’s and the latter looks at him in soft shock. He doesn’t remember the last time Yixing ever raised his voice like this at him. He knows of his and Luhan’s little fights were things get a bit too heated and he screams at the other pretty male to speak out his mind but never he has actually screamed at him. Even if Yixing is upset for him to keep pushing the subject he should understand how much of stubborn he is being, how this is a mistake that can cost him his career he so much is trying to protect.

“You really are impossible Yixing.”

“Stop it. I said enough, don’t make me get mad at you.”

“But you don’t seem to understand what I’m trying to do here.”

“You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, that’s what you’re doing.” He tries to walk away from Wufan because he is standing to close and it’s nearly impossible to argue with someone and make a point when said someone is towering over him and breathing down on his face with an incredible lack of sense of space. Worse than that the annoyingly nice scent of cologne he’s emitting.

“I’m trying to protect you!” Wufan thinks his lost for words. What more could he possibly say to the persistent little unicorn for him to give up doing something irresponsible.

“Don’t. I don’t need it.” He steps aside trying to distance himself the most he can but Wufan can be a persistent puppy as well so he follows right behind. Truth be told the leader doesn’t think he ever had the need to stand this close to him in a conversation let along an argument but he’s scared less that Yixing might break and fall right before his eyes and won’t be able to be there to catch him. When he injured himself he already had expressly asked for the rest of the members to go away and get going to the van and asked specially to Wufan not to touch him or help him saying he would be alright, that he just needed a coordinators help. He even refused the wheelchair he was offered. People would be lying if they didn’t assist to a little tantrum leader trying to reason out the dancer but someone got their manager to cool him off and he told him to not make a scene.

“Stop being so mindless, ! Yixing please!” he is running out of times when he can say Yixing please until it starts to make even less effect than the first.

“I’m not mindless. Stop calling me these things, I know what I’m doing.” He tries to get away from Wufan again but the latter grabs his arm once more.

“I don’t want to call you these things but you are not proving me wrong by acting like this.”

“I’m tired Wufan. Can we stop? Can you just stop?” he doesn’t even try to fight his grip. He just remains there still looking into the leader’s eyes with a soft expression.

“Go rest. I’ll stop. You just don’t realize what you are doing to me by asking me not to care.” He spokes so lightly it sounds like a whisper. He lets go and lowers his arm as well as his head. To Wufan’s hurt the dancer doesn’t say anything and just leaves limping. He wants to reach and help but he knows he has to give the boy space and knows that if he even says or do anything else he might just snap at him and that’s the last thing he wants.

The living room goes silent after the sound of Yixing’s room door closing. Duizhang takes a seat on the couch and sighs sharply rubbing is face in his hands in frustration. He starts to think about tomorrow and how he has to still find a way to inculcate some judgment into the dancer’s head. Yes he hasn’t given up, he just didn’t want to upset the younger boy more for the night but he’s far from agreeing to let him dance or move even. His attempts of detailed unicorn traps planning get interrupted by someone.

“You know he won’t back down if he doesn’t have his way right?” The voice says. Wufan looks up.

“Well I can be pretty the persevering myself and I'm not back out either.” The other boy sits next to the leader in the couch close enough so their thighs touch.

“This topic will take all day of tomorrow as well? I’m kind of sick of listening to your growling voice to be honest.” Wufan slaps the younger boy in the thigh.

“You know I worry. I would do the same for you.”

“Yeah. Probably. Or maybe not.”

“What do you mean maybe not? Of course I would.”

“Yes you would but not as prevalent if you ask me.”

“That’s bull and you know it.”

“Hey. I’m just saying” the boy gets up from the couch. “you do care a lot for Yixing. A little bit too much if you know what I’m saying.” He says the last bit in flawed English pronunciation and flashes a playful grin. Wufan would’ve laughed if the subject of his conversation wasn’t the current. He gets up.

“No I don’t know what you’re saying Jongdae-ah.” He does know though.

“Yeah, yeah. I came to see if you didn’t rip your hair out and I see you are fine so I’ll be going to bed. Are you coming?” he nods his head towards the corridor that leads to the rooms.

“Yeah…coming, I’ll just drink something before.”

“Don’t get wasted on the milk sweet duizhang.” He grins.

“Ha ha funny.” Wufan rolls his eyes and both make their ways opposite from each other. Leader follows his route to the kitchen to warm some milk. It’s something he always grew up doing, a cup of softly warmed milk every night before sleep. It calms him down. Soon enough the milk was ready and he drank it peacefully in the balcony. The chill of autumn was already really prominent but he didn’t mind, the cold in his skin felt good and it made him feel alive. He wished he could use the current time to think about important things and sort out his mind like always but the prevalent matter was always hitting the back of his mind. He couldn’t give it a rest and he wasn’t planning to anyway. Why don’t you understand, you silly. Even Jongdae noticed. He’s sure more people already realized apart from…him. Can’t he see. He roamed back to the kitchen, settled the cup in the sink and walked towards the rooms. Except he didn’t directed himself to his shared room with the young Korean member but instead went to Yixing’s and Luhan’s room. He opened the door slightly to verify if the boys were sleeping and when he got the confirmation he entered slowly. When reaching the dancer’s bed he sat at its edge. He stayed there watching him sleep, something the other members would probably frown upon and tell him how creepy it was but Yixing’s sleeping figure was one the most beautiful things he has seen in life. So peaceful, so calm and perfect…just perfect. He leaned in with the thought of giving him a peck in the cheek wishing at least in his dreams maybe he knew. Although, the younger male stirred in the bed and turned to face the ceiling, face tilting very slightly to the side. What Wufan was contemplating in his mind wasn’t feeling right to do but he couldn’t help himself and kissed the sleeping boy in the lips instead. He lingered a bit but soon enough pulled away slightly caressing the boy on the cheek. He’ll be the only one to know about this and he promises himself to never tell and never reveal what he feels. It would be too risky, them being in the same band can bring too many complications. He prefers to endure the burden by himself. What if he doesn’t love me back. Wufan has a big heart even though he doesn’t show it and to pour it out is something that requires a lot from him so the thought of it being shattered by the person he loves the most kills him inside. He chooses having his friendship rather than his hate, he would never be able to live with that. So he remains silent. Brooding in his sorrow.

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A little note note: Uhm. I don’t know how this happened. I wrote it in a day which is a huge accomplishment tbqh. I’m still lacking so sorry if there are mistakes. º^º

I wrote this because of Yixing’s injury. I kind of let my feelings through this since I love him so much. I think I made Wufan a mirror of myself a bit lol. Uhm by the way I want to thank again to the subscribers and who commented my last story. Thank you so much, I was expecting nothing and yet you guys were the sweetest. <3 I’ll consider writing a sequel of that one but not this one it’s really as far as I’ll go with this one. :) and yeah I at tittles and descriptions OTL. uh little note got big lol