D&M 11
Dreams and Memories
"I'm gonna go get the first aid kit." Yixing pressed the security combinations he set up, unlocking his apartment's digital door lock. He trundles inside his apartment, widening the door for everyone to come in. He switch the lights on as he walks ahead of his visitors."And feel at home." Yixing said, inviting the entire battalion of exhausted men (two injured) inside his home. Luhan and Chanyeol were assisting the half-alert Xiumin to the living room with both of Xiumin's arms slung over their shoulders. Joonmyeon was beside the hissing Baekhyun who's barely taking a stable step on the floor. Kris and Jongdae were following behind the two.
After slumping Xiumin on the green couch, Chanyeol followed Yixing to the kitchen to get some ice pack and to help the Chinese male in collecting first aid supplies needed for Xiumin's bleeding nose. Kris headed straight to the kitchen to see what he can do to help. Luhan sat on the armrest, leaning down on Xiumin, wiping the blood below the shorter male's nose using his own favorite handkerchief. Xiumin was busy shaking away his dizziness to stop Luhan from invading his personal space. Joonmyeon sat on the three cushion couch with Baekhyun blenching in pain on the rug, refusing to sit with him. Jongdae made himself comfortable on the footstool with his legs crossed, eyes twitches, rueing over his friend every moment Xiumin snots out blood.
Since Baekhyun was a whining princess who couldn't stop screeching in pain, with Xiumin laying unconscious for three minutes in Luhan's car, Yixing offered his apartment (Not too far from the school) as their infirmary. With Chanyeol's existence along with his medical knowledge, he became imperative to everyone.
Joonmyeon's eyes roves around the apartment, head darting from up to sides scrutinizing his surrounding. The living room was flourished with Chinese wooden furnitures. The Chinese silk carpets and rugs varying from different colors and sizes were all exquisitely designed. Joonmyeon reckons that all things that can be found in the living room were shifted from China, even those antique looking figurines on the coffee table looks like it had been dug down from ancient Xia dynasty. Same with the flat screen Tv with it's Chinese character brand that is so not found in Korean alphabets. The area is capacious with luxurious cushiony sofas enough to cater a lot of visitors.
A full-time model as a job in a prestigious company, being featured in well-known magazines and earning dollars by just a simple smiling, arching of the neck, posing and just being perfect, the shipment fees were like pocket coins for someone like the chinese male, Yixing.
The young man's obviously missing his birth place that he bought things that would make him feel at home in a foreign land, Joonmyeon presumes. Like Kris who have some chinese artifacts at his villa but most of his furniture were bought in Korea. Though, one thought that got Joonmyeon bemused was,
Yixing moved? He lives not too far from Kris's villa before. But why did he moved? His former place was not that bad.
Joonmyeon knots his brows in thought till he was pulled out from his contemplation when Yixing and Chanyeol came back with a basin, a box of tissues and one ice pack that was in Kris's hands. Chanyeol placed the basin on Xiumin's lap after giving the box of Tissues to Luhan. Kris handed the ice pack to Chanyeol who pressed it on Xiumin's swelling forehead. Yixing stood meters from them, asking Xiumin if he needs anything at all. Chen who got up, was behind his boyfriend, chin on his lover's shoulder, eyes looking over his friend.
"You were hit pretty bad man.." Jongdae received a spat on his arm from Yixing due to his underhanded remark. Yixing smiles apologetically to Luhan who reacted for Xiumin by burning holes on Jongdae's skull with his bloodcurdling stare. Jongdae shrugs with an unflappable grin on his face. He saunters back to the footstool he recently occupied to pick a magazine and snigger furtively by himself while flipping through the pages.
"How are you feeling?" Yixing asks, creeping behind Chanyeol to check on Xiumin. The bleeding boy looks up carefully, half-smiling to Yixing who winces seeing some blood that sneakily coloring Xiumin's front teeth."I'm good," He says, before bursting a bubble out of blood.
"I-I'll get you a glass of water." Yixing tremendously sprints to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Luhan was helplessly sticking the entire box of tissues into Xiumin's nose just to halt the dripping blood.
"Why isn't it stopping?!" I think we should bring him to the hospital Chanyeol." Luhan was worked up, continuously wiping the blood smearing his Baozi's face. Panic was evident in his soft, chime like voice. Xiumin warmheartedly smiles at the chinese male who's been fanatical about his condition from the very moment he hits his face.
"I'm fine.. I'm not feeling dizzy anymore." He honestly says, pulling a tissue and pressing it on his nose. Luhan looks at him in pure disbelief.
"Here's water. Drink." Yixing proffered a glass of warm water to Xiumin before walking to Jongdae and nonchalantly sits on his boyfriend's lap. Luhan held the glass for Xiumin, placing a palm below his Baozi's chin to not let some spillage roll down the latter's neck and into his shirt. Xiumin (as much as he hated it,) starts whining to Luhan saying he can managed himself. Luhan rolled his eyes and kept pampering Xiumin, deaf to the other male's whines no matter how much he wanted to hug his Baozi from hearing him whine to him like that.
Kris, who was sitting beside Joonmyeon, kept shuffling uneasily. A little bit bothered with the sight and smell of blood. Joonmyeon who's aware of Kris's issues with bloody fluids, gently rubs his lover's knee to calm his nerves down."Thanks," Kris coos, pulling his lover to let him lean on his chest which the later submissively gave in.
Joonmyeon sighed sadly, he fixes his attention on Baekhyun who's still wailing in pain on the floor, arms clenching around his boyfriend's long leg, and not at the discomfiting images at the corner of his periperal vision were he catches glimpse of Jongdae, arms locking around Yixing's middle, who's been sitting on his lap while supervising the nursing team.
"Baek, come here.." Joonmyeon wanted to help him but he wasn't the person Baekhyun wanted. His best friend have been clinging on Chanyeol's leg like a little girl.
"Yeol, it still hurts-"
"Don't tilt you head backwards. It will drain the blood down to you throat just sit upright and lean forward hyung." Chanyeol was immersed in instructing both Xiumin and Luhan to even feel his boyfriend, whining around his leg.
"Yeol, help me hey I swear it's too-"
"Like this?" Xiumin asks, following Chanyeol's instructions.
Baekhyun tugs his boyfriend's jeans, the pain on his crotch was paralyzing that he resorts to sobbing and shaking his boyfriend's slim leg,"Yeol! I'm hurting here.." He sniffles, rejecting the ice pack away that Joonmyeon had for him. He needs his boyfriend and not anyone or anything else.
"Breath from your mouth hyung and pinch your nose. The bleeding will stop after five to ten minutes, it's not really harmful no need to panic." Chanyeol sits at the other armrest of the sofa. Luhan wipes some blood with some tissue and tosses it straight into the trashcan at his foot part. Chanyeol supported the small basin on Xiumin's lap where the blood was dripping. The nurse was still insensible of his lover's urgent, desperate calls for his care and attention.
"Yeol.." The choke sobs were becoming preposterous and insistent that Jongdae had to roll his eyes to calm his nerves.
"Let's just have our lunch here what do you think guys?" There was a gleam of excitement in Yixing's eyes, overjoyed to have a small gathering in his apartment. Kris smirks, nods, saying its a brilliant idea."But we need ingredients and wine and-" He jolted up disturbing his lover who's been enjoying the warmth of his back way too much. He stomps his foot, rattled from remembering his fridge's supplies weren't cut out to fill eight stomachs."Chen, drive me to the grocery store downtown? our stock is not enough and God what time is it? Are you guys all hungry? Or -"
Yixing was silenced by Chen's incredulous laugh, standing behind him to resume on back-hugging his boyfriend who's solicitous about what to prepare for Lunch. "Calm down. No ones going to die of hunger. I'll drive you." He whispers, purring behind Yixing's earlobe. The dimpled man softly chuckles, hand reaching behind to caress Jongdae's cheek lovingly.
That simple display of affection sank Joonmyeon on the sofa.
"I'll cook!" Xiumin volunteers with a willing hand, making Luhan grumble. Not letting his Baozi move around with a depressed physical condition. Xiumin purses his lower lip, pulling out his phone saying he won't he doing it alone. He scrolls his phone to call some professional help from someone.
"And if you guys wanted to shower or change, the comfort rooms are open for you. There's one down the hall and," Baekhyun rises up from his seat of misery and neglect. He struts to the said comfort room without saying a word, face glowering at the inattentive Chanyeol before leaving the rest in living room gaping."and, one inside the guest room and inside my room." Yixing says, worried eyes trailing behind Baekhyun who slams the comfort room's door. He mouthed something to Joonmyeon," Is he okey?"
"He's gonna be fine." Joonmyeon says, reassuring Yixing with a confident smile.
Joonmyeon stares at his boyfriend for feeling one of Kris's restless shifting on the cushion, a hand face palming himself."Yifan? What's wrong?" He asks. Kris graced him a reluctant smile, his voice sounding guilty."I forgot our extra clothes at the villa. I just remembered, dammit." Kris groans, apologizing to Joonmyeon for being forgetful. Joonmyeon placed a hand on Kris's knee, telling him it's okey.
"No, it's not okey." Kris, firmly disagree's . "You need to change into clean dry clothes." Kris reaches behind to feel Joonmyeon back with a brush of his big hand. He flaps the mildly damp shirt. "I'll drive back to the villa to pick it up." Kris says, he straightened his knees and delve his fingers into his pocket for his car keys. Joonmyeon sat up, hand stopping Kris's fingers from fishing his keys. He was about to convince Kris to don't bother when Yixing speaks up.
"Kris, no need to waste your energy. I have spare clothes and for you Joonmyeon.." Yixing perks his brows in thought. His clothes would look ridiculous on Joonmyeon, unless the pretty male wouldn't mind looking like he just wore a curtain. His eyes settled at his Chen and back to Joonmyeon, estimating their built."You two look like your the same size," He said, pointing to the two that made Joonmyeon's eyes consequently magnified with what his chinese friend is suggesting."Chen, mind lending some of your clothes to Joonmyeon?" He asks as sweet as he usually do to make his boyfriend agree.
Joonmyeon was strongly repelling the offer, arms flailing. Chen smiles at Joonmyeon's reaction, and nods back at Yixing."Of course I don't." He casually agrees, cutting the objecting male's sane nerves.
Joonmyeon gave them a serious head shake, voice squealing in desperate disagreement."No, it's really.. I'm okey you don't need to worry about me I'm okey really." He shuts his mouth because he sounded like a pregnant women freaking over something so small. But that something so small could actually blight his so called perfect life.
"You should really change Babe. It will take me twenty minutes or more to pick up the clothes. Staying in a drench shirt is not good for you." Kris caresses Joonmyeon's back once more to stress his point, brown eyes begging his lover to stop arguing and just listen to him.
"But Yifan-"
"Babe. Just listen to me okey?" Kris uses him domineering tone, his condescending stare that can't be reckoned with."I'm gonna leave you for awhile, Just stay here kay?" Kris's eyes quickly soften after seeing a threatened flinched on Joonmyeon anxious eyes. Yixing snorted, telling Kris that he can borrow a shirt. The blonde gave him a frown.
"Picky." Yixing sticks his tongue out at Kris who inwardly rolled his eyes back at the other.
"Come with me Joonmyeon." Jongdae begun waddling towards the corridor, cocking his head to the general direction of Yixing's room. Joonmyeon's face drains into paleness, feet stoned and throat drying up in nervousness. The last scenario he wanted to be in, is being alone with Jongdae, not to mention be in his clothes too. Kris pushes the shorter male to get moving when he noticed his lover remained standing still while his best friend's boyfriend, Chen, was already half way to the said room waiting for him.
"I'll be back before you know it." Kris assures, bent an inch down to kiss Joonmyeon on the lips. He found his boyfriend's small fingers clenching on his sleeve when he was about to walk to the door.
Joonmyeon clings vehemently to his boyfriend, eyes pleading blearily."Yifan, Just take me along with you, Please?" He was more than desperate. He will not stay in a room with Jongdae. It's too risky if his emotions is concerned. He can't bet on Luhan to save him. His best friend was too preoccupied, coddling his self-claimed mate Xiumin, while Baekhyun on the other hand was pretty much sulking by himself.
Yifan, please don't leave me with him.
"Babe, Don't be stubborn please." Kris grunts, narrowing his eyes at Joonmyeon's mulish expression while carefully prying his lover's fingers off his crinkled sleeve. He captures his lover's small frame in his hands, looks into those poignant eyes while caressing his thumbs against Joonmyeon's cheeks, momentarily fazed from feeling the coldness of his lover's skin."I won't take long I promise." He pressed a gentle kiss on Joonmyeon's forehead to warm him a bit, before pushing him towards the hall.
"It's easier to hurt than to heal."
_C.C
Joonmyeon starts twisting the hem of his shirt, fingers pricking his nails. His anxious heart was making his entire body shiver. He looks back, breath hitches straightway when his boyfriend was already nowhere to he seen. Wonderful. He fearfully looks forth, his feet starts skulking through the corridor. He doesn't even know where Jongdae went. The hall was dim lighted that he lost track of Jongdae's silhouette from constantly looking back at Kris, giving his lover some "take me back" looks.
His eyes squints when one room at the end of the hall (He couldn't understand why Yixing had to rent an apartment with so much space) lightens. A head with raven messy hair pokes out with a beseeching look,"Joonmyeon, here." Jongdae calls, hand beckoning him to walk faster.
There's a protesting grumble inside Joonmyeon's throat. The way the light coming from the room outlines Jongdae's sharp peculiar features were frazzling Joonmyeon's insides. Jongdae's charming face was illuminated by a kittenish smile that reminds Joonmyeon how he was always, always, always drawn to that smile."Hurry.." Jongdae's enchanting golden voice sent electric tingles down Joonmyeon's fibers, making him breath hungrily.
Joonmyeon knew, he knew he just can't stand being alone with Jongdae.
"I-I'll just wait for Kris." He casted his eyes down at his socks to get his eyes away from that heart fluttering smile he once oh so loved. He turns away, he wasn't sure if Jongdae heard him considering how he said those words like how he talks secretly to himself at times, murmuring. But he guessed his retreating action makes it clear to Jongdae that he'd rather have pneumonia or cold than be in his clothes.
Only two totter steps and going to his third when he felt a tight grip around his right wrist that forces him to pause and look over his shoulder. He was hardly gulping when Jongdae's firm, stony face closes Joonmyeon's mouth that was about to talk back an argument. Jongdae's dark irises looked glacial, with an expression that wouldn't accept a rejection to his generous offer.
"A warm shower and fresh dry clothes." Came Jongdae's unenthusiastic response.
Joonmyeon lost his voice. His teeth were superglued together and his throat feels like being squeezed shut, repressing any words he was meant to say. He was muted by Jongdae's warm hand that's hauling him to that particular room.
He must be crazy.
Crazy for feeling Jongdae's thumb that's warmly fondling the insides of his wrist, his that's emotively gentle and calming, as if the subtle touch itself was telling Joonmyeon that,"I'm always here, to take care of you." like how Jongdae's feathery kisses on his lips told he once that,"I love you very very much." He may be having some tactile hallucinations yes, but the mental feeling of Jongdae's impressing touches is warming Joonmyeon's wintry,
restless pounding heart.
The door was shut and Joonmyeon's chance of escape was as thin as a thread. Jongdae locked the room, Joonmyeon heard it distinctively clear. He got pulled to the middle of the room before Jongdae decided to let him go.
"Sit. I'll prepare the clothes." Jongdae pointed the leather couch at the corner of the room ushering him to go sit down. After watching Joonmyeon reluctantly walks to the the pointed couch, Jongdae opens another door, switches the lights on of their personal walk-in closet.
Joonmyeon bents his weakening knees and sits on the couch, obeying Jongdae's orders like how a puppy would do to his master. He sat quietly, stealth eyes begun delving around his surroundings like he did at the living room. Looks like Yixing's Chinese tastes in interior designing extended from the living room to the bed room.
Everything breaths China. From the elegant, velvety silk curtains, to the fabric lampshades on the nightstands. The chest drawers and other storing furnitures were made from solid oak. The contrast combination of the laminated flooring, rugs and the wall paper were decisively planned, obviously by a professional. The king sized bed, with it's down and feathery comforters and huge set of pillows, we're visibly not bought only for a single occupant. It's spacious enough to be shared with someone you can cuddle with. Like a love one.
His lips starts to hurt. He's been biting his lower lip way too hard and far too long from picturing Yixing and Jongdae on the bed, legs tangled, arms locked around each other, cuddling, sleeping, and doing more than just sleeping. He silently groans, his very own fingernails left indent marking on his skin. For the sake of holding himself from tearing up.
He hurriedly peels his eyes away from the bed, assuming that the heavy pang resting on his heart will begin to lighten up, but only to squint his eyes in dismay when the burdening weight got painfully added by huge chunks of intolerable pricking heartaches just by looking at Jongdae opening the dressers, his thin voice singing low, soothing lyrics while his dark eyes and moving hands were engaged in choosing clothes for him.
Joonmyeon smiled bitterly.
Do you remember Jongdae?
How I never returned some of your shirts with cartoon prints and oversized fluffy hoodies because, I love wearing your clothes. I love having your natural scent twirling in my nostrils whenever i'm wearing it. Your scent that lingers on the soft fabrics no matter how they were well washed and ironed.
He smiles seeing Jongdae pulling out some sweaters, meticulously choosing.
Six years. It always makes me miss you more when i open my closet to see your clothes as if I'm seeing you in front of me, to smell some part of you that stayed, to touch them imagining it's your skin that i'm touching, and most of the times wearing them just so i can fool myself thinking you're still that close to me.
One tear fell from his eyes containing his years of longing for Jongdae. The pain in his heart never ceased despite the years that had past.
It was really a bad idea to be alone with Jongdae.
He slowly straightened his back, looking away from Jongdae to stare at the wall where it's safest to dab the small tears with the back of his flexed index finger, giving himself time to pick up the fragments of himself that were strewn on the floor.
He composed himself when he hears light cautious steps approaching before him accompanied by a thin melodious voice that was asking for him to turn."I hope this is okey with you." Jongdae says perkily, tapping a finger on Joonmyeon's shoulder to offer his clothes. Joonmyeon looks back, turns the rest of him to face Jongdae. He took a peep at the folded pile of clothes on Jongdae's hands before looking up at the other.
"Thanks.." Joonmyeon ascends his lips and cheeks to give Jongdae his casual gentle smile, voice sounding so lighthearted, in contrast to what feeling he has inside. He was never good at being pretentious in regards with what he's having within him, but at the moment, looking and sounding okey was his best defense for himself.
"No problem." Jongdae's wide chagrined smile and his awkward scratching of his left cheek was like an adorable consolation prize for Joonmyeon, his heartbeat quickens on how the corners of Jongdae's eyes narrows into kitten-like slits. His eyes and smiles are always so adorable and charming, it's one of the pulling strings that urges him to kiss Jongdae whenever they see each other in their past.
He took the clothes from Jongdae's, careful not to make any minimal skin contact. He nods, smiling at the winter light gray sweatpants, a black fleece hoodie, a brown cotton shirt, a pair of red socks and a, he hears a strained laugh when Jongdae noticeably caught him googling at the white briefs and dotted boxers.
"It's brand new! Fresh from the packaging." Jongdae laughs a little too loud, messing his hair at the back of his head, weight shifting from one foot to the other."I swear.." His both hands up, swearing in all honestly that made Joonmyeon mirthfully laugh.
Joonmyeon giggles, couldn't contain it down that he had to cover his mouth to hopefully stop.
Joonmyeon's soft airy laugh freezes Jongdae's grin in place. Joonmyeon, still carelessly laughing, his eyes on the undergarments checking it up one by one, unaware of Jongdae's ears listening to his laugh, enthralled to his voice's rhythm. Raven eyes fervently staring at the laughing male's smile.
Joonmyeon noticed that he's laughing by himself. He deliberately zips his mouth shut, blinking his eyes nonstop before looking at Jongdae who looks lost in front of him. His dark eyes were looking so hard at him, unblinkingly. Joonmyeon's heart starts to beat louder and erratic. He wants to look away, because the latter's stare was making him feel more than uncomfortable, but Jongdae's eyes were like magnets. Keeping their eyes locked to only at each other.
The tension was coming back to Joonmyeon. His fingers begun fidgeting, creating wrinkles on the clothes. He doesn't know why Jongdae was looking at him like he's expecting something from him or like he saw something of his interests and wouldn't want to let it go. Joonmyeon gulps that giant lump in his throat, bearing the tense pain in his neck for being static from any feeble movements.
"S-Shower." Jongdae finally says, clearing his throat noisily.
"W-what?" Joonmyeon stuttered, leaning a bit closer. Jongdae lumbers towards a door. He opens it and switches the lights on with half of his body poking inside the comfort room. He tilts his head inside.
"Go and take a warm shower." Jongdae said, his cheerfulness was back the way he smiles and the way his voice vibrates around the room. He points at the shower before walking towards Joonmyeon, passing by and a hand already twiddling the room's doorknob open.
"Enjoy the warm shower, I'll go ahead. Yixing's waiting outside." He opens the door, gave Joonmyeon a bidding bright smile before making his way out, locking the door automatically before latching it carefully.
Joonmyeon's smile faded once the door closes. His arms slowly bringing the warm soft clothes close to his chest and held onto it tightly. With his moistened eyelids fluttering close.
Beyond the wooden barrier, a hand was grasping tightly around the doorknob, emotionally onerous to the act of letting go.
•••
An annoying persistent pressing of the doorbell outside Yixing's apartment disturbs the three souls in the living room. Luhan looks up from cleaning Xiumin's bloody mess to the door, eyes directly pointed.
"I'll get it." He hops off the armrest leaving the rest of the work to Chanyeol. Xiumin tells the taller one to stop rubbing tissues on his face he can do it himself. He pulls a lot of tissues, fixing himself up before Luhan gets back, leaving him no chance to walk around in his two feet. Luhan berated him from wanting to move for the past five minutes of convincing Luhan that he's already fine.
Luhan peeps curiously into the pinhole. All he saw was a mob of brown rubbish hair, must be the head of however it is outside. Figuring that it might be a friend of Yixing's, he unlocks the door to welcome the visitor in.
"Hi! is-"
Only to impetuously slammed the door back after recognizing who the annoying visitor was. The walls of the apartment trembles from the ferocious shutting force, frames slightly clattering that Chanyeol and Xiumin suddenly became alert for the possibility of an earthquake.
"Who was it?" Xiumin asks, scooting a little space when Luhan got back sitting on the armrest, now with a pestered scowl on his doll-like face. The chinese boy shrugs, getting another tissues to wipe the remaining blood stains on Xiumin's chin. He praised the God Xiumin's nose were ceasing to dribble blood.
"It's no one. Some obnoxious random boy who stupidly rang the wrong door that's all." He said in an unperturbed manner. Xiumin hums with a simple nod, about to ignore whoever it was that got the wrong apartment, when the door's security starts ringing again for a visitor wanting to be welcomed."Someone's at the door again.." Xiumin states, head craning backwards as if he might be able to see who the person was behind the door.
"I'll get it." Chanyeol says, runs to the door, never mind peeking who it was he unlocks the door and opens it directly. His brow arches, face looked fazed when he looks from side to side and saw no one. Dumbfounded, he slumps his shoulders, about to close the door when,
"Umn, hello?"
Chanyeol screams a damsel in distress ear shattering shrill (a hand on his chest) when he heard a voice along the quite hallway with an added gasped of shock that didn't originate from his own mouth but from someone else's. After Chanyeol's unmanly squealing moment, he drops his level of sight down and saw a short brownish haired male. His squishy looking cheeks was crunched everywhere into a terrified facial expression. Chanyeol simply doesn't understand why the stranger looks at him like he just murdered Santa Clause before Christmas. Chanyeol harrumphs, looking down basically towering the shorter one."Y-yes?" He was precisely positive that he just gave the boy another horror of his life taking note of those eyes that increases in width the moment he spoke in his deep raspy voice. It was a fair shock since Chanyeol was cringing to close the door when the smaller male looks like he's offering his eyes out to him.
"I'm-Kyungsoo.. Xiumin hyung called me and-" The boy named Kyungsoo tiptoes, squinting his eyes (Chanyeol was amazed the smaller male can actually lessen the size of his eyes into small narrowing frames, God is wonderful) something tells him he already saw the tall lanky guy somewhere at their filming site with,"You're Baekhyun's boyfriend?"
The mentioned of his Baekhyun made the taller male grin. Big doe eyes blinks childishly with his healthy set of pearly teeth all shining in front of Kyungsoo."Yup!" He answers high spiritedly, voice squeaking. He opens the door telling Kyungsoo to come and get in, taking a hold of the grocery bag from the shorter male.
The two male's shuffles inside the apartment.
"Hyung! What happened to you?!" Kyungsoo shrieks from seeing the bloody basin on Xiumin's lap and the trashcan cramming with tissues soiled with blood. He bents down and worriedly places a hand on Xiumin's arm. It was for comfort, but one particular chinese male doesn't quite understand what a pat from a concerned co-worker means. All Luhan sees is a Kyungsoo making flirty touches on his Baozi.
"Are your eyes not huge enough to see the obvious that his nose's bleeding?" Luhan snarling words jerks both Xiumin, Chanyeol more specially Kyungsoo who consequently drew his hand from Xiumin's arm, sensitive enough to know that Luhan was giving him sharp jealous hawk eyes with his teeth baring rabidly. Kyungsoo gulps.
"I- I was more l-like wonde-ring ho-how he got his nose bleeding in the first place? Did you crocked your nose Hyung?" Kyungsoo's beautiful deep soothing voice was faltering beyond the law of slurring speech. His hands were behind his back, trying to hide how they tremor under Luhan's intimidating persona.
"He got it from being hit by a soccer ball that Luhan hyung threw at him. It hits his forehead or maybe his entire face.. Like, possh!!" Chanyeol makes gesticulating hand moves of his two fisted hands colliding against each other with the tall male's bursting mouth spluttering as it's own special crashing sound effects."Hyung flew from a wide range of space and-" In the middle of the lankly male's gabbing about the tragic incident, Chanyeol's exuberant voice became quieter and quieter and quieter till there's barely coherent sound coming out of him."It was an accident yeah.. a slip of a ball, no big deal, accident happens yep.." He clears his throat nervously, feeling the want to whimper in fear and hide behind Kyungsoo way too scared from seeing Luhan's growling vicious face behind the unknowing Xiumin, threatening his life.
"Of course! Accidents happens.. normal." Kyungsoo monotonously bumps his shoulder to Chanyeol's arm. The two laughing awkwardly by themselves then stops giggling to drowned each other in silence.
"Did you brought the ingredients Kyungsoo-ah?" Xiumin breaks the sudden icy atmosphere by asking the younger male. Kyungsoo nods vigorously, crouches down to open the plastic grocery bag, showing the vegetables and beefs he bought. Xiumin beams a thank you at him.
"And, I also brought you a shirt. Just like what you kindly asked Hyung." A green tee was pulled out from Kyungsoo's sling bag, hands it over to Xiumin who stood up to take it, while gratefully ruffling Kyungsoo's hair for being thoughtful.
Luhan's bawled fists were jittering in outrage. How dare Kyungsoo lay a hand on his Xiumin, patting his mate's shoulder. How dare he, laughing like a filthy cunning snake around his Xiumin with his leech like hands. How dare Kyungsoo lures his Baozi away from him and,
"You asked him to bring you a shirt?! I have extras in my car, you should've ask me Xiumin!" Luhan's nares were flaring, visibly enraged at the thought of Kyungsoo taking his Xiumin's attention away just like that while he on the other hand had to drill his head to think of something in order to enchant his mate to be by his side(soon to be in his bed too, or Xiumin's, whichever. It doesn't really matter where, Luhan thought) In a snap of a finger, he drew Xiumin away from Kyungsoo's sticky hands, settling his Baozi behind his back possessively. The owl eyed male and the four years old boy trapped in a giant's body for eternity were both flabbergasted, speechlessly gaping at Luhan, concurrently stepping a foot backward for their safety.
Xiumin was confounded, stiffened behind the taller chinese male, his breathing stops in fear."Lu-Luhan, I'm sorry. It didn't cross my mind. Sorry.." Xiumin tries to placate Luhan's flaring mood swings that he was still confused up to that point in time as to why the heck Luhan was acting that way, so pissed off. He immediately feels guilty threads encircling his heart when he sees pain in Luhan's averting eyes, a despondent glint on Luhan's pretty fair features.
"Are you saying that I never crossed your mind?" Luhan disdainfully spats.
The two other extra souls in the quarrel zone looks at each other in wonder, exchanging questioning looks of,"Are they dating or something? Because they look like their having a couple fight." None of the two knew the real deal between Xiumin and Luhan, so they shrugged the question marks away and let the two speaks the answer to their query.
"No, it's not that.." Xiumin says quickly with a wave of his hands. He couldn't look straight at Luhan since the less enthusiastic voice of the other told him how he upsets Luhan, albeit he wasn't sure how he did it. The shirt in his hands feels too heavy to carry now that Luhan moves away from him when he attempts to hold him or any part of him."I, I can use yours instead of Kyungsoo's.. will..will that be, okey?" He negotiated, just to do something to alter Luhan's mood back. He doesn't like seeing Luhan upset, he feels awful seeing him down like a malnourished sunflower.
Anyone would feel bad if they see someone hurt or upset. Of course!
Xiumin's defensive explanation of the sudden concern that spurts inside his heart for Luhan.
Luhan shook his head. "No, it's okey. Wear whoever's shirt that you like." Luhan says, his lively voice sounded blunt with his always happy face looking expressionless. Xiumin opens his mouth, his stomach stirs uncomfortably from hearing how Luhan had gotten cold towards him for the first."I'm gonna go get my stuffs." Luhan turns his back on him and heads to the door.
"Luhan-" Xiumin calls, perplexed. Luhan was already out before anyone had the guts to stop him from walking out.
"What.was.that." Chanyeol deadpans, rubbernecking at the walked out scene.
•••
Luhan's raging. He cracks his knuckles, warms his muscles and body up by punching the air. Kyungsoo was asking to be beaten up and he'll gladly make his wish come true. Christmas's coming soon anyway. He lifts his fist and aims it at the glass window of his car, prepared to have a release of his volcanic madness, but then stoned when he remembered how costly it will be with repairs so he settled with the tire, kicks it spontaneously. He writhes, a hand on his sore foot, against his car after a minute of wildness. He opens his car's door to grab his sports bag (He's certain he brought a dagger with him) when his phones came ringing. The caller adds to his irritation. He swiped the unlock bar to answer the call from the resident of his life.
"What." He crankily answers, kicking the door close.
"Go home and get me clothes." The superior order from the highest stings Luhan's ear.
"Who gave you the right to order me around? It's your clothes get it yourself!" He disobediently grumbles, wanting to end the call. He was so infuriated at the very moment that the snow under his shoes begun melting.
"Who gave me the right?"Baekhyun laughs evilly. Luhan snorted. He believes he can laugh diabolically than that his friend so he gives Baekhyun a sample from the expert. He laughs a lot more wickedly and horror villain sounding to prove it to Baekhyun. His friend mocks him on the other line with an award winning eye roll.
"You gave me the right! May I remind you that I'm using my only extra shirt that got unfortunately drenched from playing soccer in which I wasn't, i repeat, i wasn't even willing to play to begin with! And let me sink it back to your rusty memory that you're the reason why my is scorching right now! So you better drive your sissy back to our apartment before I stab a knife through your reproductive organ!" Baekhyun's high pitched shout Imperiously cracks Luhan's mobile earpiece, he winces.
"Yes your highness." Luhan says through gritted teeth. No room for disobedience when princess Baekhyun's hot in his heels to wipe out his beloved junior. He still needs it for his own personal pleasure thank you.
He ended the call without proper bidding, gets inside his car and revved its engine to life.
•••
"Hyung? Are you okey?" Kyungsoo asks, helping Xiumin in taking out the meats and vegetables out of the grocery bag in the kitchen. They littered the marble counter with ingredients.
"Y-yeah Kyung." Xiumin weakly answers, half-smiling. Chanyeol who's been standing behind the two, pats the elder's back.
"Don't worry to much hyung. He'll come around. Baekhyun used to-" Speaking of his pretty boyfriend, Chanyeol gape, wrinkles his forehead. Scratches his black hair with eyes browsing around the room. They were the only three people in the area. Baekhyun's earlier series of shrilling complains were now absent.
"Has anyone seen Baekhyun?" Only noticing his boyfriend's absence. Xiumin told him Baekhyun is in the comfort room at the end of the hall, all alone in his desolation. Chanyeol squawks after hearing it, prepared an ice pack in less than two minutes and instantly went for a run to find his lover while feeling frustrated at himself for being so ing negligent.
"We simply fit together."
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"Baek?"
Chanyeol knocks on the last door. He pressed his pointy left ear on the wooden door when no one answered him back."Baek you there?" He pasted his ear deeper hoping he'll catch any movements or hear his Baekhyun's voice on the other side.
But nothing.
He shook his head, exhaling air. He pulls out his phone and decided to call his lover. He was getting more worried thinking Baekhyun left without telling him. In his condition.
The other line rang.
And so did Baekhyun's phone inside the comfort room.
Chanyeol's mouth swag open. He ended the call, tosses his phone inside his pocket. With his raised hand, he begun banging his knuckles on the door after a second."Baek? Hey, open the door. Are you okey?" He asks, worried. He fiddles with the knob again and resumed on knocking when the door was still left locked.
"Go away!"
His tensed facial muscles relaxes when Baekhyun's soulful voice, that was now shouting in fury echoed on the other side. Chanyeol's placed his ear back on the door."Baek? What's wrong? I have something for you. Open up." He said. He was beyond relief hearing his lover answered. He was gravely thinking the shorter male passed out on the floor.
"I don't need your help! Why don't you go back and continue helping Xiumin! Get lost!"
Chanyeol was momentarily at dazed for a whole minute, then throwing himself into fits of restrained giggles, cautious from being heard by his boyfriend that will surely snipe back at him if he hears him laughing with his cute little tantrums."Baek, Xiumin hyung is okey now. Kyungsoo is taking care of him." He reasons, ear tweaking enthusiastically back as he hears some movements on the other side .
"That's good then. Just go back to Xiumin, he probably still needs another hand to nurse him! Go and leave me alone squirming with my aching crotch to hell i care! And don't think of clinging or kissing me because I'm not having any of those! Go!" There was an angry stomp of foot and some toiletries smashingly thrown on the ground that made awful resounding noises. Some even made the lanky boy flinch like it was being thrown at him.
Chanyeol was supposedly vexing at his boyfriend's behavior but he was grinning like an ogre instead, shoulders trembling and face reddening like a balloon about to pop out. He sighed, still with that big smile on his face as he leans back."Baek, are you jealous?" He inquired, it was no use asking. The moment he heard the other, his mind instantly picked up how his Baekhyun's wrapped up in his feeling of neglect. He could pictured his slim lover, knees brought up to his chest as he's sitting on a closed lidded toilet bowl with a despondent glim on his pretty cute face. He was smiling at the mental images he's having and needing to open the door to see it for himself in the daylights of reality so he could cheer his lover with kisses.
"Go away I'm mad at you. You ignored me."
Baekhyun's accusing words and how his voice sounded wobbly and grief-striken sent a sharp pebble that punctured itself in Chanyeol's heart. He bump his forehead on the barrier that separates him from the boy he sincerely loves.
"Please open the door so we can talk properly." He desperately requested, shifting the cold pack that left his right hand numb, to the other.
"Baek please?" He was pleading when his lover didn't even breath out to open the door for him.
His begging voice obviously got into his lover's heart, unlocking the door. Chanyeol rushes, inviting himself in. He's shrewd enough to have guessed right. Baekhyun is indeed sitting on the toilet, limbs pressed on his chest with his arms wrapped around them. His chin resting in between his knee caps and face wearing that dejected pout, eyes glaring at the dragon patterned tiles like the ground opened and ate his favorite eyeliner.
Chanyeol sheepishly smiled, closing the door and locking it back again. He stride to his lover's spot with his long legs, side stepping to avoid stumbling into the conditioners and shampoos that, without a doubt, abusively thrown on the floor for fury ventilation.
"Baek-"
"Just get out Chanyeol." Baekhyun growled, face looking away when his boyfriend came slouching down and hovered his face to get a glimpse of him.
Every time Baekhyun uses his full name, there is always something wrong. Like the other week, Chanyeol just woken up from his deep slumber at 7 pm ( He'd worked at the graveyard shift the other night, thus making him a died giant the entire morning) when he was onslaught by an empty cereal box courtesy of his lover who gave him a good evening beating instead of fresh kisses. Baekhyun was blustering his full name and nagged about the empty cereal box he just bought the other day. Chanyeol gave his boyfriend his guilt-ridden grin for eating the entire cereals (He was so hungry when he came home, Okey?!) he was forced to walk down the convenient store not too far from his apartment to replace the cereals and as his peace offering, he bought Baekhyun a box of sweet chocolates and a dozen of milk drinks that his lover had been obsessing about. When he got back, he was bathe with Baekhyun's kisses upon receiving the whole peace offering package.
All is well at the end of his work free evening with a hype Baekhyun on his lap, kissing him nonstop that inevitably led them on his bed.
He chuckled at the memory. He stretches his neck to snoop at his lover but Baekhyun turns his head to the opposite side to return the ignoring favor. He sighs loudly, shifting on his knees to kneel in front of Baekhyun and leans on his fuming boyfriend. He gripped Baekhyun's chin with his digits, feelings heart lighten when the shorter male didn't explode at him for doing so.
"I didn't ignore you. I was only prioritizing Baek," He explained, pulling Baekhyun to him as the other male's flexed limbs extended down the floor, feet dangling on the ground and now sitting properly yet arms chained across his torso with a brow sharply perched up.
"Are you telling me that i'm not your priority Park Chanyeol?! I'm your boyfriend!" Baekhyun remarkably screamed it to Chanyeol's face, fist punching on the other's broad chest with exposed teeth bitting his lower lip.
Chanyeol voice exploded into deep jijjles from seeing a cute fluffy ball baby cub instead of a fierce lioness. He petted his assaulted chest and faked an agonized reaction that slightly curled one corner of Baekhyun's lips but quelled his facial muscles from breaking into a full blown smile."You know that it's not like that Baek. Xiumin hyung was bleeding heavily, I had to attend to him first." He smiled, hand searching for his lover's well pampered hand and gave his knuckles some cute kisses. This action remotely softens Baekhyun's wicked exterior and slowly calmed.
"I was crying in pain! So you don't care if i might suffer from erectile dysfunction or I'll probably turned out to become impotent or I'll have some ion disorder and-" An opened, moving lips landed on Baekhyun's mouth that profitably kept the successive scientific terms in his voice box. Baekhyun slowly shut his lids, idle arms mantled around his boyfriend's strong shoulders, responding to Chanyeol's chaste kisses that dances along his own.
"Yeol.." He mewls, eye lids still closed. Heart still lost in their short kisses.
Chanyeol grins hearing his nickname racing out from Baekhyun's lips that he just kissed. Baekhyun carefully opens his eyes and looks back at Chanyeol's big puppy eyes that he loves seeing every morning and right before he sleeps at night. Those eyes that looked naturally watery and clear at any time of the day. It always, always trickle his anger away.
"I'm sorry if you felt neglected Baek, I didn't mean to." Chanyeol's heavy and deeper voiced sounded helpless and y at the same time. The way his voice marks around the comfort room made Baekhyun's little me react. Telling him his okey down there. No damaged done. Yeah.
Baekhyun pretended to be firm and unforgiving. Small eyes squinting in defiance and mouth all scrunched up. Chanyeol's heavy caveman's voice chimed across the room again, chuckling at how his boyfriend fakes a merciless front. He tugs his boyfriend's collars and trapped him into another deep kiss, smirking victoriously from feeling Baekhyun's lips curving into meek giggles. He knows his lover well.
"Do it again and I'll cut your vas deference." Baekhyun threatens with a menacing smile. Chanyeol shivered, nodding right away and didn't want to have his non medical practitioner boyfriend give him a vasectomy for free. He contemplates how he's been rubbing his medical wits off Baekhyun on how his lover occasionally spilling medical terms lately.
Baekhyun was busy admiring Chanyeol's black hair, his feminine slender fingers lacing through the taller male's shortcut tresses. He remembers the day Chanyeol came home with a new hair cut and dyed hair. He fell from the high sofa seeing an awkward looking Chanyeol, putting his hoodie on thinking his boyfriend hated his new hair and had a major freak out. But opposite to Chanyeol's predicament, Baekhyun loved it and expressed his affirmation by making love to him on the floor, in the middle of Chanyeol's living room.
Baekhyun's train of thoughts down his memory lane got disturbed by the clanging sound of his belt being unbuckled by Chanyeol's naughty fingers. His heart jumps around it's original placement when he sees his lover's eyes on him, looking so serious as if he's not trying to strip him off at the moment.
"The very first step in determining the patient's pain is through objective and subjective assessment." Chanyeol mumbles, swimmingly ing his lover's jeans and carefully tugging the zipper down. Baekhyun said nothing because he became voiceless just by looking at his boyfriend's stoic expression, his cheery lips and the feeling of his jeans being swiftly pulled down by Chanyeol's bare hands. He couldn't seem to breath at the moment.
Chanyeol unanimously tugged off the rough garment that pools around Baekhyun's ankles and let it stay on the floor. His eyes and hands smoothly travels from his lover's feet, to his slim and flawless legs, reminiscing the first time he laid his eyes and hands on them. He was almost fooled thinking they belong to a lady.
"Did i ever tell you that you have such a foxy and y legs Baek?" He croaks, voice shaking as his eyes trails from the pinkish knee caps to those smooth tempting thighs and the red fitted boxers that was basically calling his name. Before he realized, his lips were already kissing those white slim thighs.
"Y-you don't have to, I- can tell." Baekhyun stutters, his back against the cold compartment. He swallows thickly, fingers caressing Chanyeol's pointed ears. His eyes glittering how his lover flourishingly worships his thighs with opened mouth kisses and large rough hands palming the side of his legs.
It's one of his weapons. He took pride in legs that is one of his precious assets that had Luhan's eyes looking away in envy. He laughs sarcastically at Luhan's face saying he can't have it all. Even his former lovers weakens at the sight of his feminine legs, hands and lithe figure. Chanyeol isn't an exception.
Baekhyun squeled in surprise when Chanyeol carried him up bridal style and steps into the empty bath tub, head shoving the plastic curtain."I hope Yixing wouldn't mind us using the comfort room." Chanyeol said with mischief purely reflected in his big eyes.
Baekhyun laughs, hands around Chanyeol's neck and pulling his body up to kiss those lips."I'm sure he won't" He wooed, bringing his boyfriend deep as he was actually insinuated into the big bath tub, Chanyeol in between his parted legs with hands pulling his shirt off, displaying the body Baekhyun had been lusting since that cold morning.
"Good, because we're going to use it for awhile."
Baekhyun's ear piercing squeaks and Chanyeol's bombarding laughs filled the room and eventually turning into soft sultry noises and muffled moans of heat and a little tunes of from that infamous song titled 'Love''.
The long forgotten ice pack was left melting on the floor and outside, a Do Kyungsoo who was having a bladder dilemma earlier was now running away all flustered and baffled.
•••
"Where's that best friend stealer mate snatcher?!"
"Who?" Joonmyeon was muddling in every word Luhan just said while ruffling a dry towel on his wet dripping hair. His Chinese best friend grunts, eyes widely looking around the empty living room.
Luhan had just got back from their apartment. He took a warm relaxing shower that drained only a dot of his anger and grabbed any of Baekhyun's clothes cluttering in their living room after getting into warm clothes. He was in a hurry that he didn't have time to pick a decent plastic bag for Baekhyun's clothes.
"You know who! That tarsier looking mammal that thinks he's your friend I don't want to mention that- whatever's his name." Luhan dumped a ball of Newspaper in Joonmyeon's arms. The pale skinned boy took it, uncovering the newspaper, tilted his head confusedly.
"What tarsier are you saying and why do you have Baekhyun's clothes wrapped up in a old newspaper?" He takes out the clothes one by one with picky fingers."Are these even clean?"
"Tarsier, Google it dammit! and you'll know who right away and Goodness sake do you have to ask so many questions?! Go and give that to Baekhyun. I think he's in the comfort room being all dramatic." Luhan left to head off to the kitchen leaving Joonmyeon in the living room still processing what Luhan had just said.
•••
"What are you doing here Kyungsoo?" Intimidating face. Luhan's brows lined together to convey his nuisance of seeing Kyungsoo in the kitchen. Alone with his Baozi. Of all people.
He couldn't thank his parents more for giving him a good height that towers the shorter male and with his pretty innocent face that is capable of expressing not just a charming chic face but also a deadly one. He was internally laughing at how Kyungsoo gulps. His inability of maintaining an eye to eye contact. He could hear how Kyungsoo's insides swallows. Most importantly, he smells and sees the fear. He loves having a great pull out of people.
"I, ummm.. I'm helping Minseok hyung." Kyungsoo stutters, held the kitchen knife and swayed it above the chopped carrots and tomatoes over the cutting board. He was on his preppy hands to make salad while his hyung was preparing bulgogi and beef stew. Yixing called and said he'll leave the food to them for the time being while he and his boyfriend Chen hunts for a good wine and delicious deserts. Kyungsoo tried his luck to smile at Luhan, but the editor just glared at him even more. He'll have to admit it to himself, all the rumors about Luhan with predatory bipolar tendencies is somewhat true. The Chinese editor is really something. They were friends. Not too close to be called best buddies but their relationship can be labelled as, acquaintances? Laugh buddies at the set? They were okey then. Until that day in the hospital happened and the incident earlier. He couldn't understand what went all wrong between them.
"That's so sweet of you Kyungsoo," Luhan smiled too sweetly and deliberately shifted into a scowl when Kyungsoo attempted to throw a friendly smile at him again. They're not friends and will never be. He has to make the picture clear for the boy to get his point."But I don't need you here right now." Luhan took the knife from Kyungsoo and singlehandedly hauled the struggling wide-doe eyed boy and pushed him, stripping the apron off the latter and kicking the tarsier eyed male out.
"But- Luhan- wait i-" The loud thud of the door and a button clicking into a sealing lock was heard. Kyungsoo gathered his jaw and dropped his shoulders in melancholy. Was he really that unlikable that Luhan had to kick him out almost everywhere?
"Kyungsoo?"
He glanced at the owner of the soft voice and threw his gloomy face out of the window to smile as bright as his lips could when he saw Joonmyeon."Hi Suho!" He waves. Joonmyeon approaches him, a small
smile on his lips.
"You're here." He said.
"Xiumin hyung called me for some help." Kyungsoo walks to the nearest armchair and sat down. Joonmyeon eyes lightens.
"Where's Xiumin by the way? Luhan's been looking for him." Joonmyeon stood beside Kyungsoo, wondering.
Kyungsoo pursed his full lips, pointing it to the kitchen's door."He's with Luhan right now." There's sadness in the wide eyes boy's voice that Joonmyeon's ears just caught.
"Did Luhan kick you out?" Joonmyeon guessed and sure he was right with how Kyungsoo's reaction tells yep he was kicked out pretty well. It made him grumble. What was wrong with Luhan?
"Ah! I guess he wanted to be with Minseok hyung. Just the two of them." Kyungsoo laughed dryly, nudging Joonmyeon's sides and wiggling his brows at the door. His teasing and wondering smile curious of what the two of the males were doing inside at the moment.
"Did Luhan said harsh words to you again or?" Kyungsoo crestfallen expression was all too familiar to Joonmyeon. People who got terrorized by his lovey friend displays the same face after very encounter.
"Oh no!" Kyungsoo gave an exaggerated head and arms shake. Almost laughing at the end."He didn't. You don't have to worry about it Suho. We're good." He nods. Not really half way convincing the deep sighing Joonmyeon.
Joonmyeon shook his head, messing his hair. A gesture that made Kyungsoo laugh even more."Since we can't step inside the Kitchen, let's just wait for Yixing and Chen at the living room?" Kyungsoo said, clenching Joonmyeon's wrist without waiting for the latter's reply and pulled the said boy to the living room.
•••
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After locking the door, Luhan let out a subtle sardonic smile when the kitchen was finally cleared of any saucer eyed mammal. Bless Yixing for having a big wooden door to separate the kitchen from everything else. To separate him and his mate from everyone else. Just his precious luck. He tied the apron around his slim waist, and around his neck. He turns to face Xiumin who wasn't aware of his surroundings. Yet.
Luhan quietly took baby steps, lips widely stretch upwards into a creepy smile. Arms, and fingers were elongated out like a wolf paws and eyes transfixed at his Xiumin who's serenely crooning, his back facing Luhan. He was wearing a pink apron with butterfly prints that Luhan's inner Baozi fanboy wanted nothing else but to scream.
Luhan poised himself. He'll surprise the other by pouncing on him and he'll hug Xiumin as tight as he could cause that back profile of the other is so squish-able, specially when he sees the side view of Xiumin's left squeezable cheek when the smaller male tries to reach for the vinegar across the counter. Luhan's body vibrated in merriment.
He quicken his steps, arms wide open fully prepared to trap a certain bun in his arms. When he was near,"Baoz-" Instead of a cuddly body like what his heart and body was expecting, his forehead made a passionate contact with the built in cabinet just a few inches above because unfortunately for him, his beloved bun decided to walk to the other side of the counter to the stove to stir the steaming pot. That was one of the rarest moments that he hates his height.
"Holy !" Luhan hissed.
The painful, aching sound of skull knocking out against a hard surface made the director jump off his stance. He turns around to investigate his surroundings, only to be blown away watching the tall, honey haired chinese editor yowling, hands plastered on his forehead and face rumpled up in discomfort.
"Luhan?!" He drop the spatula he was holding and kneels down to the other one who was currently slumping on the floor, face frowning and murmuring curses he comprehendingly caught to be in ancient mandarin."Are you okey?" He wanted to slice his own tongue. Of course Luhan's screeching face screams a no.
Luhan carefully stood up with the help of Xiumin's assistive hands. Right palm still on his forehead, he opened his eyes and Xiumin's worried face was the first he saw. The pain on his forehead weirdly ceases, his nerve endings were now more fixated at the warm small hands around his wrist that pulls him up and those big almond eyes looking over him with concern. He almost forgot the unpleasant sensations on his forehead. "Let me see it." He uncovered his forehead once Xiumin held his hand to pry it away. He mentally wailed seeing the other fretting over his forehead (Being tall and knocking out on cabinets isn't bad after all) so he brought his physical pain to the next level and whined like a baby.
"Ooohh Baozi it hurts so much Ohh..ohhhhh.. " He forced his lacrimal ducts to better produce dramatic tears for special effects. Which in turn, did so, moistening his eyes b with sincere tears because he didn't have to fake it since the pain was in deed hurting like .
"Come and sit here.." Xiumin schleps the injured one, plops him on the kitchen stool. He moves unawarely close to Luhan, brushes the honey locks away to inspect the skin. He bite his lip, disquieted seeing the red blotches. His sympathetic heart twitches even more from seeing Luhan's pained face that was looking up at him like a orphanage boy asking for some love and those tears prickling down the other's fair cheeks made him groan in pity."Don't cry.." He whispered as if he was pacifying a toddler, tenderly wiping the tears away."I'll get you some ice okey? Stay still."
Luhan's eyes followed Xiumin's figure, walking to the fridge in a haste and opening the freezer. He leaned over the tabletop, palms propping his chin and grimacing face veers into a brightening smile, stifling a giggle from being heard when Xiumin dropped the ice cub container from too much speed in an intent to aid Luhan's depressed forehead right away .
Luhan smiles like a gaiety sunflower, sighing in adoration at how the other was stuffing ice cubs in a clean clothe. When Xiumin glance at him, Luhan's cheeky smile vanished as fast as the other looks over him. He winced in pain immediately, bawling and shredding intense tears."Aghh I think I had a concussion or something Baozi.. I think I need a,"
"a painkiller or any pills.." He cunningly frowns, keeping up with his pained expressions.
Xiumin was now in front of him. Ice in a clothe gently tapping on his swollen forehead. Luhan's cries stopped, turning into soft sniffles and overrated hiccups."How about that? Still painful?" Xiumin asks, still drowning in his deep concern towards Luhan.
"A-a little." Luhan purses his lower lip, pouting hard like he's never done it before. He blinks his lashes cutely, desperately squinting so that the tears at the corner of his eyes that were not abundant enough to cause a waterfalls of tears will be forced to steam down. If Baekhyun happens to see him in that state, he'll throw a rock at him for pulling a pitiful aeygo.
Xiumin stayed glued to Luhan, removing the ice pack from time to time to check the injured forehead while occasionally wiping Luhan's tears dry. He looks so hurt that Xiumin's can't deny any care for Luhan. He stayed up close to Luhan.
It was a little too late before Xiumin realized that Luhan was done whining. It was a little to late for him to notice that Luhan, now have his clingy arms hugging his waist. A little too late to recognize that Luhan was no longer crying but instead, smiling like a middle aged grandpa who won at the lottery and it was definitely too stupid for him to quickly grasp the idea that Kyungsoo was no where inside the kitchen and he was alone. With Luhan who looks like he's over enjoying their moment rather than in sniffing pain.
He stepped back, the reality finally getting back on him."What are you doing here where's Kyungsoo?" He shrieks, yelping when his back hits the stove.
Luhan was on his hot heel, removing the ice pack, smirks at Xiumin with menace."He left us. Said he didn't like cooking and asked me to help you."
Xiumin guts tells him that one, Kyungsoo loves cooking. He said it once and he even worshiped the wide eyed male's cooking. It was better than his mother's. Second, Luhan clearly threw the other away and third, Luhan tricked him again and fourth, he fell for it like an idiot dummy he is.
Xiumin's eyes widen when Luhan ran towards him and hugs the living soul out of him."It was really painful. Thank you for caring Baozi.." Luhan bent a little angling their height difference to snuggle his face on Xiumin's neck. Smelling the masculine scent of the latter. He purred, he loves how Xiumin smells, he smells like lemon, probably his lotion.
"You're- we-welcome Luhan.." Xiumin raised his left hand and pats Luhan's back non maliciously. Gulping when Luhan leaned his body against him.
"You're so kind, and it's endearing." Luhan honestly said, his fingers making its way through the latter's short locks at the back of Xiumin's head ."It made me more attracted to you Baozi.." He mewled, pressing their bodies. More like grinding in Xiumin's wild opinion.
When Xiumin felt a wet and warm muscle glided down his neck, he was sure Luhan just on him, causing all of his body strands to stand up."Luhan! We, we should start cooking the others will, will starve and yes let's start co-cooking." His voice slurred as per usual every time Luhan's being a erted boy next door who took a liking on making him his outlet of stress and frustration.
"Sure, okey.." Luhan conveniently said on Xiumin's skin, eyes closing and softly humming.
"Umm.. Luhan?"
"Yeah?"
"We- need to start cooking.."
"You said it already my bunny bun.."
"Like right now. We have t-o move right now." Because they were still glued together and Luhan, with his arms still tied around Xiumin's neck made it clear that he's not letting go any sooner.
Luhan, of what seems to be forever for Xiumin, steps back freeing him. The chinese male laughs his chime voice that had Xiumin momentarily hypnotized but shrugs it off, he shouldn't be caught up like that."What are we making?" Luhan asks, still smiling and loving the warm peachy blushes he's seeing on Xiumin's cheeks. He wants to kiss it and make it redder.
Xiumin puffs his mouth, sighing for a brief moment to keep his mind off Luhan's smiling face right in front of him. He tried to convince Luhan that they needed Kyungsoo's expertise in the kitchen. Luhan's sunny smile turns murky and if they were anime characters, Luhan would've a stormy cloud above his honey haired head accompanied by a thunder like stern glare that will electrocute the shivering bun in a blink of an eye. Xiumin consequently took what he said back because he was afraid to be punched or slapped or kicked by the latter just like what usually transpire in those cartoons and manga's.(He watched too much cartoons) One hit from a soccer ball and a nose overflowing with blood was enough for a day. He zipped his mouth and dropped his concerns.
A glance at the clock, and Xiumin realized how it will starve all of them if the two of them won't start cooking. He scurried to his unattended stew and told Luhan he's trying to make a pot stew, spicy Chicken and bulgogi. Luhan nodded and headed towards the counter, volunteering on making kimchi, beef and mixed vegetable rice bibimbop. He opens the dash bin and dumps the salad Kyungsoo was trying to finish before. He inwardly smirks.
With the clock fast ticking, Luhan took the chinese cabbage from the fridge and proceeded on soaking it with running water, drying it in a minute and slanting it on the chopping board. He picked the kitchen knife and started slicing the vegetables. He was at the end of the last slice when his eyes decided to surreptitiously steal a glance at the shorter one he possessively calls his Baozi, his Xiumin and his Minseok.
Luhan's slicing utensil was held at bay when what was suppose to be just a quick glance at Xiumin turned out to be more than just a glance. His attention wasn't on the cabbage but now engrossed at watching the shorter male work.
Xiumin was twisting his hips, moving his upper body swiftly back and forth from dropping ingredients into the steaming pot to soaking the cold chicken and placing it on the board.
For Luhan, he got the best angle and view from where he was standing. He stood on his heel, a smile remarkably making its way across his doll lovely features, admirably sighing how Xiumin's strands of hair sags, his head intently drooping, squinting eyes set on the chicken making sure he was proportionally dividing each part.
Luhan completely forgotten the task he was supposed to be doing. His arms propping on the counter, palms below his chin. The way Xiumin's nose crinkle's up whenever he was unsatisfied with his work made Luhan smile blantaly and giggles in mirth inside. The other's manner of deftly slicing looked too graceful and clean in Luhan's eyes.
His eyes aimed at the most sought after feature of Xiumin. His chubby pinch-able cheeks and those pouty lips. He looked so much like a baby.
He his lips when Xiumin moisten his lower lip, the way the latter's tongue slid across his lip seemed to have paused like a movie clip inside Luhan's head and it made him groan lowly. Images flickering inside his head of Xiumin's body, bare and open all for him. Three seconds past and Luhan's lower body was already against the table.
He couldn't believe he was already getting excited by just looking at Xiumin preparing food. And that pink apron just made his imaginations ran active, of Xiumin, his future mate making him dinner and coaxing him to their bedroom after, stripping clothes and jumping to bed stark and,
"Ah," He didn't even cover his mouth when a distinctive moan literally came out of his mouth. He didn't have to peak below because he was certain he was already hard and he can't help but bite his lips while restraining himself from grinding against the innocent built in drawers.
"Aw!"
Luhan jerk out from his lewd reverie of grinding against Xiumin when the main actor of his imagination hisses in pain, face grimacing at his forefinger.
"Baozi what happened?!" He was now standing, hunched down and staring at Xiumin's down casted head. When Xiumin looks up at him, he raises his right hand and Luhan parted his lips in awe from seeing the shorter male's index finger bleeding and the knife with blood stains at the sharp end laying on the table. He cut his finger.
"Let me see it!" Luhan grabbed the injured finger and stared how the cut was leaping red fluid out. Xiumin whined, almost at tears from the gnawing pain the slice was creating. Luhan hastily pulled Xiumin to the sink.
He was about to twiddle the faucet open when he looks at Xiumin. The guy was pouting those cute little moistened lips, cheeks bloating out from puffing air and Luhan's inner beast was whispering something a better idea inside him. Pupils constricted at the bleeding forefinger, without any sound, he leaned down, opening his hungry mouth and the bleeding finger.
Xiumin shuffles in pure shock, arms pulling away."Luhan what are you doing?! Stop!" But Luhan was too entranced with cleaning the wound to even obey the latter. His eyes perches to see Xiumin, his eyes telling the other to watch carefully. Luhan made sure the wound was sparkling clean, the iron tasted substance. He didn't care if it was blood. It was Xiumin's and he'll accept anything that came from Xiumin. His inner beast was smirking at how Xiumin gulped hard feeling his twirling tongue, unable to speak.
He seductively circled his tongue and lips along the base to the end of the forefinger, biting the tip of the index finger just before the cut, wanting to draw out any blood wanting to spilled out. He the cut across in a satisfied hum. A lascivious pop up noise sounded like heavy drums when his mouth was off the dampen digit. He his lips clean, smirking at the other who seemed to have lost his mind with what just happened.
"See? it's not bleeding anymore Baozi." He cooed, foot stepping closer. Xiumin tilted his chin, mouth open and eyes wide like Kyungsoo. Luhan cocked his head as he stares passionately at Xiumin, mouth drying up seeing the insides of the latter's pink carven. His lower groin tells him that Xiumin's mouth was begging for him.
" Lunch!" Luhan curses totally lost it. He pulled Xiumin by his collars and pushed him off against the center table . He caressed his palms at each of those cheeks."Xiumin, I can't take this anymore. You have to Let me in."
Xiumin knew what Luhan's coded words were asking from him. He closed his mouth and hands slowly crawling at the back of Luhan. Luhan nearly moaned."H-ere? Now? Bu-t.." He stared at the door and looked back at Luhan like a scared infant."The other's, they'll get hungry and,"
Xiumin gasped noisily when he felt his feet being lifted off the floor. Luhan hoisted him up and placed him on top of the table. The taller male harshly swatted the antic plates and expensive glasses off the table. The delicate crystals broke into bits of shard diamonds, shattered on the floor. Luhan doesn't mind how much they cost or whether they came from China or from Yixing's great great grandparents or Yixing got if from a million bidding. Xuimin and what Luhan will do to the male was more important than any ceramics.
"They're hungry for food but me? Im hungry for you Baozi.. " A lustful whisper beside's Xiumin's ear as Luhan's climbing aboard."They won't die with fast foods ." Luhan laughed. Xiumin smiled back and what made Luhan's heart throb was how his Baozi parted his legs and pulled him in between.
"Hurry." The soft innocent voice of a needing bun raises Luhan's breathing. With a dumb nod, he ped the latter's jacket in a flash of lightening. Xiumin shuffles his limbs out of the garment fast, tentatively pause when Luhan glared from seeing the green tee that belongs to Kyungsoo, how he terribly wanted to burn it to ashes. He the tip of the ugly shirt and pulled it off fast, hauling it roughly when it got stuck at Xiumin's neck.
The collar haven't even made it off of Xiumin's head but Luhan was already deep kissing the latter's lips the moment it came to view. Xiumin successfully pulled the shirt off and kissed Luhan back, as heated and wet. Luhan laid him on the table, their crotches ing, never mind synchronization.
Luhan's mind was overheating, oh heavens. He couldn't believe Xiumin was finally finally going to get laid with him. After all those failed tactics and nights of wet dreams with imaginations he wished upon a star. It was finally coming true and in a place he never imagined. He didn't gave a damn. It was one of his dreams to have with Xiumin at revealing places.
Xiumin pants for air when Luhan left his mouth since he never wanted to kill his mate out of suffocation before even reaching their heaven. He lusty moaned hearing Xiumin calling his name to come back and kiss him, so desperate and wanting. Luhan gave the boy below him a impish wink. He dreamed to have Xiumin's body and he will take his precious time exploring every corner of it. He went gallivanting down his mate's neck tasting every skin, hands going down. His lids opened when he feels a fabric that was not suppose to be there.
A black tank-top was obnoxiously veiling the bare chest Luhan wanted to kiss. Xiumin's flustered face and apologetic smile was what Luhan saw when he stared up. Groaning, he lifting himself up to take the damn clothe off, However, his impatient groin was telling him not to stop because it's a waste of time and what if Xiumin changes his mind at the very end?! Not happening.
So he followed his little Luhan and clench the collar of the clothing. He uses his manly strength and ripped the black top gingerly into two. The cutting noise made Xiumin's face crumpled.
"Luhan that's my favorite-" A finger shushed the protesting bun.
"I'll buy you a dozen." Luhan smiled thoughtfully before attacking Xiumin's lips, bitting anything his teeth can bite. His hands wandered below Xiumin's belt and immediately unbuckles it without permission. He felt victorious when he s the sealed front and felt a thin boxers that separates Luhan from his promised land.
"Baozi.." His voice was needy and almost helpless. His own boxer was becoming too tight for him to take. Xiumin buckled up impatiently, making Luhan groaned in heights of pleasure and pleasures.
"Hurry up Luhan.." Xiumin pleads, hands behind Luhan and pulls the other for a hurried kiss.
With an obedient kiss, Luhan sneakily lowered his right palm, slipping it into the waistband as sweats of excitement were pouring out of his tiny pores. Half of his hand crawled passed the fastened waistband, breath on hold as he descends his palm downward, eyes closing, waiting to finally feel it until,
"Aw!"
Luhan quivered. His entire body shivered in numbness. A peculiar nagging pain shot his forefinger, too painful to be shrugged away. His eyes blinked convulsively.
Tiny drops of pitter pattering apple colored fluid colored the creme marble table in small imperfect dots. Luhan's pupils transfixes at the same smeary substance painting his index finger. The pain was coming from the vertical cut at the slender side of his finger.
"Luhan?"
Xiumin drops the sharp knife he was holding when he sees Luhan's finger was bleeding while the injured person himself was just looking at it like a kid seeing a flaming match stick for the first time. Luhan was gawking with a stoic expression. Both expressions didn't go so well. "Luhan!" His shocked shout startled the other, looking at him and back at his bleeding finger. He made no excuses and waggled beside the honey haired male.
Luhan's mouth losses it's flexibility and shaggily hang more open when he sees the other and their surroundings.
Xiumin was well dressed instead of and crotch .
The glasses and plates were orderly kept on top of the center table instead of broken and shattered like sands on the floor.
And he was standing there with a bleeding forefinger instead of kneading a human bun on the table top.
I
Was
Day dreaming.
And my had spurted a massive tsunami in my boxers!
"No!" His distressful scream made the swooning with worry Xiumin jumpy. He rubs the latter's back and cooed words of "It's okey, I'll fix it." Thinking Luhan was shrieking mainly due to pain.
Reality is the meanest and the iest.
Luhan was mentally thrashing himself, kicking, rolling and pushing himself off a very high bridge because, in the name of mother nature,"Why?! Why?! Why?!" He continued cursing and whimpering. Xiumin frowns sympathetically hearing how Luhan was in sheer pain. He pulled him to the sink and twiddled with the faucet.
When Luhan saw the running water, he forcefully pulled his bleeding hand but Xiumin caught him before he even flinched a muscle."It's okey, it will make you feel better Luhan I promise. The pain will soon wear off." As if he was talking to a cute crying little girl who scraped her knee.
Luhan shook his head, still in mentally self-mutilating himself. Xiumin didn't let the tears stop him and pulled the bleeding hand back towards the running water.
Contrary to his wanton wish, Xiumin pointed his injured digit to the running water. Xiumin carefully cleased the wound, taking extra gently touches on the cut while the patient beside him was frustratedly furious.
"There, it's all gone and-" Xiumin's series of comforting words were held in the air when Luhan's deer doe eyes were overflowing with tears, his cute nose sniffling snots, his brows were nearly a single line and his beautiful features were painfully contorted. His shoulders were shuddering and his thin lips were more red and wobbly. Xiumin was at the last second forgetting that the male he was looking at is already twenty six years old and not four."You're not used to injuring yourself and seeing blood aren't you?" Xiumin softly asked.
Xiumin's fingers instantly flew below Luhan's eye frames, mopping the warm tears dry."Hey," he called too softly as if his voice will ever skyward, he'll traumatized the kid ever more than he already is."It's okey, it's all gone. No blood." He said, showing the clean finger to the still crying Luhan. Xiumin actually felt like in pain too."Still hurts? I'll apply some ointment later so it won't get infected. Okey?" Now he extremely feels like talking to a child. But the idea didn't made him laugh ridiculously though. At least, not in the same reason.
He kinda find Luhan cute just now.
"Baozi!" Luhan threw his arms around Xiumin's shoulder and cried all his frustrations out. He stomps his feet to vent the awful stupid feeling inside. Xiumin was at the peak of toppling over if it weren't for the latter's arms."I just can't take this anymore! i thought it was all true and then,"
"It ing wasn't. Reality was just ing with me and," Even though Xiumin was absolutely have no idea what was Luhan getting all problematic about, he nods his head like an understanding hyung and hugged Luhan back. He told him nice words such as "Don't worry, it won't happen again." It were comforting words Xiumin was sure but why did Luhan cried a rainfall when he said it? He kept his palms rubbing in soft circles behind Luhan."and,"Luhan inhaled ample of air, eyes shut and nose vacuuming every snot coming out of his nose ."Baozi, I really really want you. Why can't I just have you now? I really really need you and, can't you just accept me and let's-" Xiumin hushed Luhan and gently pulls apart. He looked at Luhan and laughed.
"What?" Luhan asked. His light soft voice came out groggily from too much crying. Xiumin soften his laughs and came into a smile from seeing a taller than him Luhan, rubbing his puffy eyes and whining. From what he heard, he feels like he just received a confession from a high schooler. It somehow made him blush for some unidentified reason."Stop crying and rest okey?" Not minding what Luhan just puke words out.
Xiumin left him to drag a stool. He ushered Luhan to him before letting out a dramatic gasped when he realized it was almost noon and no food was close to being edible. He hurriedly opened the door and called Kyungsoo who was expectantly waiting to be called, with Joonmyeon in tow.
"What happened here?" Kyungsoo screeched in anxiety once he saw the cabbages with some blood colored thingy littering the table. Joonmyeon just paled seeing blood. He's been seeing too much blood for a day. Adds guilt to his broken heart.
"Luhan accidentally cut his finger." A finger pointing at the brooding Luhan. Xiumin signaled them not to make a big fuss about it. Joonmyeon snapped his head at his best friend and took his hand.
"Luhan, be careful." Joonmyeon chided, popping his cheeks in relief seeing the wound all cleaned up. Luhan scooted, whining his childlike muffled and sniffles.
"Oh dear lords, you cut your finger Luhan? Are you okey? Does it hurt that bad?" It was Kyungsoo, invading Luhan's sulking personal space and lifted his hand, checking it from side to side. Joonmyeon warmly smiled seeing how concerned Kyungsoo was but soon disappeared when Luhan swats the wide doe eyed boy's hand.
"Why do you care?! it's none of your business if I'm bleeding to death or not!" Screaming, Luhan glared at the other. Kyungsoo blinked his eyes, his worried eyes turned into fear ones with his concerned hands retreating behind his back.
"I'm s-sorry, but i was just worried that-" Kyungsoo exclaimed when Luhan stood up from his chair and came flouncing on him, pushing his chest angrily and the poor startled boy was at the tip of tripping off.
"Why?! Can you heal it? Can you turn back time to that last minute that I accidentally sliced my finger?! Can you make my daydreams of getting Baozi to get laid with me come true?! Huh?! Can you can you?!!" Shouting on the top of his lungs, Luhan was pushing Kyungsoo off. The poor kid walking backwards nervously. When his back hits the wall and Luhan was a foot away from him, he cowered in terror of what was to come when he sensed a person standing in front of him.
"Luhan!" Joonmyeon stretched his left arm, palm on Luhan's chest pushing the scowling chinese away from the shaking innocent Kyungsoo."Kyungsoo may not be a part of our exclusive friendship but don't bully him this way." Joonmyeon kept his voice as calm as possible for everyone's sake. Calm yet stern. This permanently paused Luhan on his ground and pouted. Xiumin was also disappointed."He was just being nice Lu," Joonmyeon face smoothens. Kyungsoo gradually stood up, still hidden behind Joonmyeon and only one of his tarsier unsteady eyes peeking to see Luhan. He hid back completely when Luhan glared murderously at him for getting caught.
"Whatever." Luhan walks out of the kitchen dramatically. Joonmyeon face palmed himself after helping the terrified Kyungsoo up, apolozing in behalf of his friend again. Kyungsoo smiled at him after thanking Joonmyeon for standing up for him.
"Don't mind Luhan okey?" He says, mentally taking note to give Luhan an hour lecture when he get to talk alone with the male. Kyungsoo weakly nods. Joonmyeon went to hug the other to relaxed him and made Kyungsoo smile comfortably.
They all started working on their going to be a late lunch. Xiumin with his stew while Joonmyeon work on the kimchi Luhan failed to finished. Kyungsoo did his magic and actively started working.
The door opens after fifteen minutes with a Luhan walking back, ignoring the other two and going straight to Xiumin's back, who yelped in fright when lean arms contained him into a back hug and Luhan's pouting face snuggling his neck.
"Just go and rest Luhan." Xiumin said, chopping carrots. Luhan whined, refusing to obey.
"You can't stay here unless you apologize to Kyungsoo." The mentioned boy turns to Joonmyeon and mouths to let it go and it's okey. But Joonmyeon would never tolerate Luhan's harsh actions.
"Never." Came the mulish reply of Luhan, pulling Xiumin agaisnt him and pretending to have only heard a mosquito buzzing in his ears and not his friend's actual reprimanding voice. Xiumin stopped chopping and tries to pry Luhan's arms off. Luhan wiggled his head, whining that he doesn't want to let go and apologies.
"Kyungsoo's waiting Luhan." Joonmyeon was tapping his foot on the floor rather loudly to pressure the chinese editor. Kyungsoo gulps, hands clinging to Joonmyeon's sleeves to forget it and don't force Luhan to apologize if he doesn't want to. Joonmyeon gave him a strict headshake. Luhan is his friend. It's one of his responsibilities to keep him and Baekhyun in the right direction.
"Say Sorry Luhan." Xiumin said."You were mean."
Luhan's skull is melting from too much heat and steams. He can't believe everybody's siding with Kyungsoo. He grumbled."I'm sorry." He said, didn't even gave the offended boy a look.
Joonmyeon's brow raised."Are you apologizing to the wall Luhan?Kyungsoo's over here." Joonmyeon points, hands on his hips. Before Luhan spent an hour of Joonmyeon's lecture of moral values and such, he turned to face his victim who jerks into hiding when he did. The reaction reminds him of Baekhyun when they're fighting and Joonmyeon's the only person Baekhyun and him runs to for protection and uses Joonmyeon as their best offense against each other.
"I'm sorry Kyungsoo!" He forcibly apologized, bowing.
Kyungsoo gradually smiles and nodded. It irked Luhan to the ends of the world but then he can't have Joonmyeon treating him coldy for the next three months and earning a bad shot in Xiumin's eyes, so he smiled and went back to back hugging his Baozi.
Everyone resumed on preparing food. Kyungsoo couldn't believe a kind and timid Joonmyeon held autocratic power on his friends. Joonmyeon knew Luhan wasn't totally sorry, but at least he saw some ashes of guilt in his eyes.
Xiumin was having a hard time moving around with a taller whiny male hugging him at the back, chin on his shoulder and lips occasionally stealing kisses (that he had no choice but to act like it's nothing much) But at least he has a critique watcher who tells him he's putting to much salt or oil and a willing taste buds to be his first taster.
Xiumin feels a tiny bit of glee. He saw a new side of Luhan. Not the erted one or the one, but Luhan's cute and vulnerable inner child. On how he worried over him when he got hit by the soccer ball and never left his side when he was bleeding. He was starting to feel the want to get to know Luhan more, he was starting to...like him.
"I can give you a magnificent , or I can mouth you off later tonight Xiumin. I'm good at anything with the use of my mouth." Luhan whispers.
Xiumin coughs, waving the steams away from his face.
Minus those crude words of course.
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Their late lunch will be next D&M 12 ^^ Pls ignore Luhan's ertiveness haha.
k.
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