Alright! Finally a oneshot with my bias! :3 Please enjoy Lay yuminess !!! :3

And one tip- don't play volleyball. It's evil. I'll post a picture of my hands a bit later, when I'll get it. It's crazy :D

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You stared down at your hands in shock. Your whole forearms were covered in angry red dots circled by colors of purple, blue and somewhere even yellow. If those weren’t your hands, you would be sure that the poor owner was probably a victim of some kind of physical attack or a severe drug user.

The thing was, you were only playing volleyball. Not only that, you were playing volleyball for 45 lousy minutes and it resulted in you having your arms so badly bruised, all your classmates treated you as if you were out of glass. But this wasn’t a case for arms only. Your legs and knees were also covered in multiple bruises with different levels of seriousness and size, the biggest one being roughly the size of your fist. Some people would ask you questions like if you had abusive parents. No, you had the best parents in the whole world who supported you when you were at your best and motivated you to go on at your lowest. No, those bruises weren’t from your parents.

After that, they would ask you if you were bullied at school. Yes, your guy friends might have been treating you at times in a way which could be considered as bullying, but they never went past the point of pain. The moment your face scrunched up in pain, playtime was over and it was time to calm down.

The last and final question, which people always seemed to ask with the most somber look, was: Did your boyfriend do this to you? That was one of the most ridiculous things you have been asked in your entire life. How could someone as perfect as Zhang Yixing hurt you? Your boyfriend of two months was perfect. It was that kind of connection that clicked immediately after you met each other and from there it went naturally. Because of your school and his tough schedules, you couldn’t see each other as often as you would’ve wanted, but it made the dates that more memorable.

Today was one of the days when you two had a movie date at his dorm and you ended up looking like a beaten orphan. You sighed, holding your bag strap tighter to you as you stared down at the pavement.

What would he say when he would see you like this? You knew Yixing hated to see you bruised and hurting, but you were never hurt this much.

Your musings stopped when you stood before the door to the EXO dorm. You could faintly hear movement from the inside due to the thin walls and you couldn’t help but smile. You really couldn’t wait to see him again. Not wasting another minute, you lifted your hand and rapped on the door.

Within seconds, you were pulled into a tight embrace, getting pulled inside. You could already hear Yixing’s excited voice calling out your name and gushing about you finally being there. He swayed your bodies from side to side, his grip on you never wavering.

“I missed you so much.” He finally ended, leaning away to cup your face in his hands and you couldn’t help but to giggle a little when you noticed his stare. Like a chain reaction, you conjured a cute giggle from him as well, his dimple appearing. You reached out to poke it gently, unable to help yourself. He retaliated by pressing a quick peck to your lips, catching you off guard.

Even though you two were dating for two months and you decided not to rush things- which resulted in you being completely at ease with cuddling and holding hands. You shared kisses and at times, he would deepen them, but your heart would always beat so painfully hard against your chest, it made you immobile most of the time. When Yixing noticed your state, he would always pull away with a laugh and red cheeks.

Of course you loved your boyfriend’s kisses, but sometimes, he was so overwhelming you didn’t know what to do.

“Come on in, get comfy!” he said, taking your schoolbag from your arms and disappearing with it into the living room. After you took your shoes and coat off, you followed him inside the dorm to find it vacant.

“Where are the guys?” you called out to Yixing, who was currently in the kitchen doing something.

“They decided to give us some privacy since this is the first time I’ve seen you in weeks.” His muffled reply came, making you giggle. You went after him, helping him with bringing the popcorn and beverages into the living room. After settling the food on the small coffee table, Yixing moved to close the blinds over the windows, making the room dark. He then plopped down on the couch, his arm resting on the top of the cushions, inviting you into his embrace. You took it gladly, curling into his side and pulling your legs up to tuck them under your . Yixing’s arm closed around you, bringing you closer. His other hand reached out to grab the remote, pressing play and starting the movie.

You knew he noticed you were hurt. Every time you reached for your drink, you would wince as you put your weight on your bruised knees and once, you couldn’t help but to yelp quietly when your bruised hands throbbed with pain.

In the middle of the movie, Yixing paused with a sigh, turning on the small lamp behind the couch.

“Alright, show me your hands.”  He told you tonelessly and you shyly presented your bruised forearms to him. Upon seeing the hurt limbs, Yixing’s eyes widened to twice their size.

“Holy crap, ___!” he reached out for them, his fingers running softly over them.

“They’re burning hot! What were you doing?!” his eyes were still wide, as he looked up to stare at you incredulously.

“We were playing volleyball…” you muttered quietly, looking away from him.

“And got this?” he shook your arms gently and you shrugged.

“I just get bruises easily, okay?” he clicked his tongue, brining you closer.

‘You have to take better care of yourself, ___-ah. For my sake, at least.”  The room was quiet for a while as he just held you.

“Should I even ask what do you have on your knees?” his question made you laugh.

“You shouldn’t .” his sigh made you laugh more.

“Sorry, I’ll take better care of myself in the future.”

“Yes, you will.” He said, flicking your forehead, before resuming the movie.

It was all peaceful and nice, until you suddenly found yourself stretched out on the couch, your boyfriend hovering above you.

“Yixing?” you asked shockingly, your hands reaching up to bunch in his shirt, to push him away.

“What are yo-“ your question was cut off when he nudged your chin aside with his nose, getting better access to your neck. You were about to ask him something again, but at that moment he attached his lips to your neck, placing a wet kiss over your pale skin. He leaned away only to return once again, his lips on the same place as before. Your hands clenched the material of his shirt in your fists and you unconsciously closed your eyes, turning your head to the side to give him more room. The hum in approval he gave vibrated off his lips onto your skin, making you shiver.

When you felt his teeth come in contact with your neck, you gasped out.

“Yixing, w-what are yo-“

“Taking advantage of your easy bruising.” He released your skin to cut you off again, before giving you one last, hard . Yixing sat up, his knees on either side of your hips and admired his work. His thumb brushed across the purplish mark blooming across your pale skin and he grinned at your flustered state. Leaning down, he pressed one last kiss to your lips, which you returned gladly, before pulling you up and back in the position you were in and as if nothing ever happened, you two returned to watch your movie. The only difference now was the mark on your neck, which you will have the hide for the upcoming two weeks from your parents, so you won’t be drastically murdered.