It's New Years and Wufan seems a bit too happy. 

A:N/ I'm honestly not even sure what this is supposed to be, i just wrote and this is what came out. idk drunk people. oh and 3rd person so eh. i tried ^^

Fluff(?)/Something-idk-what

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               Wufan stood on his mattress, surveying the scene. 6 mattresses were lined up and piles of candy, stuffed animals, letters and boxes crowded each mattress. Jongdae and Minseok were eating rice and sitting on one mattress off to the side while Zitao sat on the couch, going through his letters.  

               “No offense to you guys but I got the most gifts.” Wufan shrugged smugly as Jongdae sneered from his mattress. 

               “Hey Duizhang!” Luhan called out from behind a pile somewhere. “Just ‘cuz you’re Mr. God-” grunt  “-doesn’t mean you need to be an-” A sombrero whizzed out of nowhere, hitting Wufan square on the head. “-!”

               “Woa-heeey, you even got… what even are these called?” Minseok asked his mouth full of rice.

               “Sombreros.” Wufan picked one up and snugly fit it onto his head. “Everyone in Mexico wears one to keep them from burning in the hot sun!” He pretended to bask in the sun, arms raised, chin up high.

               “Ole!” Luhan shouted as he put on another sombrero he found in a pile.

               Wufan laughed and shoved him back onto the mattress. “That’s Russian you .”

               “Wait you got two?” Jongdae wailed out. “I want one!”

               At that moment, Yixing walked out from one of the bathrooms. He was wearing a white tank and grey sweatpants and his wet hair was pushed up with a headband. He had a towel hanging over his shoulder and a toothbrush cocked in his mouth. “The pretty one with the tomatoes is mine. It was from the Fanxing Bar.” Zitao snorted. “That’s why Duizhang got one too.”

               “Couple picture!!” Luhan shrieked as he jumped up from the mattress and slammed the sombrero onto Yixing’s head causing him to jerk forward and hit the unfortunately placed table.

               “Luha-oooaaah!” Yixing moaned as toothpaste dribbled out of his mouth and his headband shot out of his hair, spraying water everywhere. The sombrero fell off his head as he doubled over and grabbed onto a chair.

               “Oh .” Luhan scrambled to Yixing and held his waist gently. Yixing was still bent over holding the chair so Luhan bent next to him, trying to get a sneak at his face. “Hey are you okay? Is your waist okay? Are you-”

               Yixing jerked up, but his face was blank except for a pout to keep his toothbrush in. “Which mattress is mine? I’m going to sleep.”

               “But it’s New Year’s!”

               “The year began a few hours ago at the concert.” Luhan pouted at his remark.

               “Yea, but we need to celebrate!” Wufan exclaimed.

               Yixing raised an eyebrow, “Why are you so happy, it’s creeping everyone out.”

               “It’s New Year’s!”  

               Yixing squinted his eyes at Wufan and then shook his head. He put his headband on again and turned to head back to the bathroom but Luhan grabbed his wifebeater and whispered something into his ear. Yixing snorted and mouthed Duizhang? Luhan vigorously nodded and Yixing raised his eyebrows slowly, breaking out into a large grin. He gave Luhan a high five and patted his back.  He started towards the bathroom but he dropped his towel so Wufan jumped off the mattress and picked it up. He followed him to the bathroom.

               Wufan shut the door behind him and jumped up onto the counter watching Yixing run his hands through his wet hair, sighing. He saw that Wufan was holding onto his towel so he grabbed it from him and began to dry his hair.

               “So…” He looked up from drying his hair. “How are you feeling?” He asked sheepishly.

               “Great? I mean, the whole New Year’s thing is getting me pumped.” Yixing twisted his face into something of distaste then snorted and started laughing.

               He stopped laughing and his mouth formed a tight line trying to hold back a smile. “I think I like dark brooding Wufan better than kawaii Wufan.”

               “That’s Japanese. I didn’t know you knew Japanese.”

               Yixing pouted sympathizing. “They really did spike your stuff.”

               “Spike?”

               Yixing laughed and put his wet hands on either side of Wufan’s face. He cocked his head and nodded sympathetically. “You’re tipsy Wufan; Jongdae and Luhan spiked your water.”

               Wufan stared down at him; the height difference was too much so he slid down from the counter. He slipped his hands down Yixing’s arms around his shoulders and to his waist.

               “That’s so cruel. Why would they do that?”

               “Oh my god you’re so… I’m guessing that they wanted to have fun tonight so the best way to get past you yelling at them was to get you drunk.” Yixing wrapped his hands around Wufan’s neck and rested his forehead on Wufan’s shoulder.

               “Those bastards.” Wufan wrapped his arm around Yixing and gripped onto him. His hair was getting Wufan’s shirt and neck wet; he felt Yixing smile like he knew.

               “They’re smart; you need to give them credit for that.” Yixing pulled away from his neck and giggled seeing Wufan’s grumpy pout. He kissed his nose and then softly pressed onto his lips.

               Jongdae burst in and groaned. “Whenever I comes bursting in, you guys are always at it, goddammit.”

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               Neither Wufan nor Yixing knew how they ended up there, but the fact was that they were both drunk to the bone. Wufan and Yixing were both wearing their sombreros and downing beer after beer sitting at their bench at the kitchen counter.

               “You know what’s really funny?” Wufan held a beer in one hand and a spoon in the other.

               “What?” Yixing was known for his low-tolerance to alcohol and Luhan had to have an arm around his waist to prevent him from falling, even sitting down at the bench.

               “Your fedora has strawberries on it!” Luhan snorted and sipped some more beer.

               Yixing’s eyes widened and he took off the sombrero. He traced the pattern of tomatoes and his mouth dropped. “How did they know!”

               “Who?”

               “The Fanxing Bar!”

               Wufan slammed his beer onto the counter and waved the spoon at Luhan screaming. “Him!” Luhan raised his eyebrow looking completely unamused. “He probably installed fancams into the living room and sold the footage to the bar!” Yixing whipped his head around to Luhan his face completely in shock.

               “Why would you ge?!”

               Luhan stared at Yixing and Wufan then slowly reached over with his free hand to grab Wufan’s beer bottle and place it on the other side of the counter. He coaxed the bottle out of Yixing’s hands and patted his head.

               “Yeah, I installed…fancams. So what was in the rare footage Xingxing? I couldn’t watch; I had a busy schedule.” Luhan questioned slyly.

               Yixing turned to Wufan and smiled a great cheesy smile. “See Duizhang? We’re all right, he doesn’t know.”

               He turned back to Luhan. “Not much, just strawberries, cake, and .” Luhan choked and spit out spurts of beer.

               Luhan grinned naughtily at Yixing and tightened his grip on his waist.  “Tell me more.”

               “More? Well I pushed him onto the couch and all the cake off of him.” Wufan woozily smiled and scooted closer to Yixing; he wrapped his arm around his waist causing Yixing to squirm.

               “Then?” Luhan pressed.

               “Then… oh yea, I got some cake on my nose and chin and then Wufan it off and called me an evil little strawberry fu-”

               “Did you guys actually each other or was it just each other’s faces?” Luhan interrupted.

               “Oh no, I ed him.” Wufan replied thoughtfully while putting the sombrero on Yixing’s head, he reached to the drawer to his right to put the spoon away. When he turned back to Yixing their sombreros knocked into each other and fell. They both giggled like school girls and attacked each other with hungry lips.

               Luhan scrunched his face with disgust and let go of Yixing’s waist causing Yixing to fall into Wufan. They ate each other’s faces while Luhan sipped on his beer contemplating whether he should wait any longer to take Yixing to his bed. He decided against it and slid out of the bench. He began to leave the room as he heard ragged breaths behind him. He turned for one last time.

               “Happy New Year’s Wufan.” Yixing held Wufan’s face in his delicate hands.

               “Good Morning!”

               “What?!”

               Wufan swung his feet off the bench causing Yixing to face plant against the bench. Yixing groaned and looked up to Wufan who pushed aside the curtains proudly. He pointed at the window where the sky was beginning to lighten.

               “Morning!”

               Luhan smacked his hand to his forehead and muttered, “Dear god.”

               He pulled Yixing off the bench and dragged him to his bed.