Tell Them You're Mine

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He could feel it his super-manly guts that the little 'friends' wouldn't be good. But he tried his best to ignore and enjoy the long remembered time with his friends. Even with them being distracted and derp-faced, he still had a fun time. After returning with them to his house, it was way too dark to notice a new car that was parked nearby, that belonged to a certain fired up group. When Yifan went in, he should've noticed the new shoes that were laid out, waiting to be sniffed out by the ever so suspicious boyfriend. But his friends stopped him from ever checking his surroundings when he constantly had to keep his eyes glued shut to any future accidents.

With all of them being intoxicated, except for Yifan and Jongdae (he ran along with Junmyeon), it was a noisy party that, unfortunately, couldn't be heard in the slumbering room of Do Kyungsoo. And in that room, slept not one but four bodies. Two being two young talented dancers, and the other being a unicorn who was also a talented dancer. 

The protective growl from a certain fake boyfriend was the effect after opening the door and seeing that Yifan's 'boyfriend' was the centerpiece of two tall and handsome males. Jongin's and Sehun's arms and legs were wrapped safely around the small body of Kyungsoo who was snuggling contently, happy of the given warmth that was greatly appreciated. But the noise woke Sehun and Jongin up, who hissed at the bright sunlight that invaded their once-closed eyes. Kyungsoo could only whimper when his source of heat was taken away by the giant and rough hands of Wu Yifan. 

"Who the are you?" Yifan shouted. Kyungsoo looked over, still on the bed, a large frown being worn on his face. His friends tried to protest, telling the truth, but in amusement Kyungsoo stared at them while keeping quiet. A smile grew on his face when both of the maknaes glared at him. He couldn't help but stop Yifan when he saw the outrageously mad faces of his friends. 

"They're my friends that I invited. They mean no harm Prince Charming, you can settle whatever you have against them after I get my wanted rest." Kyungsoo managed, voice still raspy from the sleep.

"Ah," his voice softened and he scratched his head sheepishly. But he still didn't like the smirks on both of the two maknaes that had their long arms wrapped around Kyungsoo like a ribbon on a gift box. He wanted to get Kyungsoo away from these wolves, so he grabbed the petite male's waist, hoisting him up in the air. Kyungsoo then hung on the shoulder of Yifan like a limp, lifeless, toy. 

"Are you okay like this?" Yifan asked, trying not to sound too concerned as he walked down the stairway, walking into the isolated troll-free kitchen. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." Kyungsoo said, nodding his head, even if it couldn't be seen by Yifan.

The doe-eyed boy was set ontop of the counter to be looking back straight into the eyes of Wu Yifan. A suggestive glint in the elder's eyes told Kyungsoo that something was in it for him. He quietly watched Yifan's hands seperate and lock together on his hips. The taller male kissed Kyungsoo who was sitting ontop of the counter. It was just sweet, light pecks that carried a lot in meaning. 

It was just simple attraction, simple nothings. Not real feelings. At least not yet. They both liked each other, but that's just like. Because Kyungsoo liked Sehun and Jongin and Lay. It was not a big deal to both, but it was just growing on Yifan's feeling. A numb hard trickling of feeling that would make his 'bubble burst' when it would develop to an immense growth. 

Yifan nipped at the milky expanse earning a few low hums of approval from Kyungsoo. His hands sneaked up along the narrow back of the petite male, Yifan pressed his fingers onto the spine, earning a flinch, and a few giggles from Kyungsoo. "It tickles," the younger said, eyes scrunching up and lips moving into the shape of lovely hearts. But (us) knowing how mischievous the Chinese is, he only continued, to the point where Kyungsoo leaned towards him too far off the counter. Luckily his body was secure in the arms of the larger male. But still, due to the suddenness, Kris stumbled back, hands shifting over to Kyungsoo's squishable . What would've been his fall, was stopped by the refrigerator. It made them looked awkward to the eyesight of Minseok, who really didn't even want to exist on the planet right now. 

The oldest in the house, guided his way into the kitchen and grabbed and apple. He bit a large chunk off, squinting his eyes at the two, "If you're cooking breakfast Yifan, wash your giant hands, I don't want it to taste like ." After the comment was made, the baozi-cheeked male trailed back to his deer-eyed boyfriend Luhan. 

The comment made the air feel stuffy, and the effect was a few awkward chuckles from both. Minseok usually was quiet, but Luhan must've done something to get him in a bad mood. "That Minseok, always joking," Yifan tried, tried. 

"Talking about food," the taller said, not wanting to submit to the tension and decided to open his trap once again, "You'll be cooking. Right?" he urged Kyungsoo on. Yifan did his best to get his puppy face on the roll, eyes that sparked out saying 'there's a galaxy for you and me babe' and lips that pouted out. If any of the trolls caught the male in such a distressing expression, they would've laughed their butts off to some different universe, but it was Kyungsoo. 

And Kyungsoo, had a strange antic, a strong tug on his heart. A voice in his head shouted and screamed at him to give in. Not wanting Yifan's adorable face to haunt him any longer, he nodded his head. 

When he opened the fridge, he could've sworn that an hollow wind blew, just to indicate the emptiness of a rich man's fridge. Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at Yifan, with a hum and a tap of his foot, he opened his mouth. "Do you feel like going food shopping with me?" Kyungsoo asked, large eyes staring at the older male. Now this time, it was his turn to give in and say yes.

The crowded shuffle of the people moving from one place to another was heard very clearly, it was a busy day in the market area. Especially since it was a Saturday. Kyungsoo tried his best to steer away from the food stalls holding convenient products that was even more than tempting. But he agreed after the various protests of Yifan. Just with a 'few' stops in a 'few' stalls, they ended up carrying more than what they were to buy. After Kyungsoo had finished grabbing the meat, Yifan had spotted a nice bench for them to sit on. 

"We need to eat all of this before we go back, those trolls can't see." Yifan said, two hands heavy with treats for the both of them. And due to that, he couldn't eat it. Yifan stared at Kyungsoo, too embarrassed to ask to be fed, and hoping that the younger male would get the suggestions that were targeted on him. But Kyungsoo being the thick-headed person that he was, had to be shot with a million daggers to realize, stutter, and finally reply to the situation.

Kyungsoo pried through the plastic bags for a good treat with his small hands, he settled for some pastry. He lifted the cover, revealing well baked round-shaped and strawberry jelly stuffed pastries. In worry that their throats would be too dry, he grabbed the two half-pint milk cartons, the chilly temperature still kept. The doe-eyed male guided the pastry towards the hungry mouth of Yifan. Kyungsoo watched as the Chinese male gobbled it up, gesturing with his eyes to the milk next. In silence, Kyungsoo fed Yifan and himself. After they were done, the taller male gave a loud burp, and said, "I bet your cooking would taste better." 

"That's why I'm cooking! Duh!" Kyungsoo exclaimed gently hitting Yifan's shoulder.

The elder took interest in the hand that had taken a blow on his shoulder, and observed the smallest of details. He inhaled the scent, "Hands of a cook," he commented. He brought Kyungsoo's tiny hands against his lips and kissed it, making the smaller male blush. Yifan pulled the hand away and began playing with them. He took Kyungsoo's index finger, and sang in his deep voice, "One little Kyungsoo, going to the market, and bought an elephant," now with the middle finger, "Big llama Chanyeol, going to an asylum, wearing a straight-jacket," and with the ring finger, "Cool handsome Yifan, ruling a kingdom, everyone bows down to him." With that silly song being sang, Kyungsoo couldn't help but giggle at the older's silliness. 

Enjoying the time that was spent together, Kyungsoo hated having to say, "Let's go, they're probably worrying about us." 

He received a nod as a reply from Yifan and began walking towards the unfitting mansion nestled near the woods. While walking, past the people, past the shops, past the buildings, past the fences, and past everything, the older's gigantic hands had slowly inched to clasp Kyungsoo's smaller hands.

An enticing waft from the kitchen led all of the perked up noses of the current guests out of the living room, away from the T.V. and into the kitchen. All of them stared in admiration when Kyungsoo skillfully chopped the tomatoes and onion pieces, a series of 'ooh's' and 'ah's' from all directions. Sehun and Jongin smirked, looking proud as if Kyungsoo was raised by their own two hands and taken care of by no one else but them. The doe-eyed male pursed his lips in concentration, trying to not let the onions make his eyes water. 

"When is it going to be ready?" Chanyeol asked, not wanting to wait there forever for Kyungsoo to finish.

"It'll take about 10 or 20 more minutes..." The cook answered in a quiet voice due to full concentration. With that reply, the whole group that had gathered had simply vanished to just Sehun and Jongin. The two maknaes knew that this was their chance without the presence of Yifan, they could do as they please with the doe-eyed male that was their pssession in the first place. It's not because they were scared of the six foot Chinese, oh no, of course not. It was that Kyungsoo seemed to fold alongside Yifan rather than spoil them like he used to. Anyways, Yifan was more stronger and much more persistent. His personality was already winning compared to the laziness of both the maknaes. 

They circled around the concentrated doe-eyed male like vultures, ready to swoop in and take the prey. Both attacked from each side, long arms wrapping around the petite male. "Hyung," both of them purred in unison, catching the attention of Kyungsoo. 

With a wimper, the doe-eyed male looked up, eyes asking why they disturbed him. But besides the look that Kyungsoo had given them, they were also watery, and his nose was red. Both of the maknaes eternally cried inside, wondering how Kyungsoo could be so cute. They both bit down on the sandwhiched male's pale ears, making them turn red.

"Do you know how much I missed you hyung?" Sehun asked, eyes filled with longing and satisfaction for some deprived attention from Kyungsoo.

"Yeah, hyung, I had no to squeeze." Jongin stared at Kyungsoo with the biggest and most adorablest puppy eyes on earth, making it seem as if what he had just said wasn't innapropriate. 

Kyungsoo could never get used to it, always feeling uncomfortable when the maknaes started harrassing him. Luckily the Prince in Shining Armor came to the rescue of Damsel in Distress Kyungsoo. He literally pried the two attached bodies on his 'boyfriend' and latched onto Kyungsoo as soon as possible. Both of the maknaes scowled, moving along to start harrassing the unicorn that barely woke up.

Yifan didn't say a word after that, just watched in silence as Kyungsoo prepared the meal. When it was about time to put the ingredients into the broth, Yifan chirped in, "Don't add the onions."

The petite male turned around, a motherly look on his face as he scoops the onions up and threw them in. "That can't do, you need to be healthy and have a lot of energy! Anyways... it tastes good like that."

The Chinese groaned, palming his face and sighing as he rested his elbow on the countertop. Kyungsoo walked towards the taller male and gave a backhug, which was almost impossible since his arms were so short. "Aw, it's okay. You're a big boy now, right?" he teased. As Yifan turned his head to gave a reply, their lips connected. Soft and warm against each other. 

The older male hummed at the contact, missing a load of it already. He fully turned his whole body around and kissed the cheeks of Kyungsoo. "Close your eyes," Yifan said, his velvety voice soothing the doe-eyed male. Kyungsoo obeyed and felt the lips of Yifan on his eyelids. Half a second later, the two lips were together again. Each peck was soft and slow, a sweet taste on both lips lingering and returning and leaving. But this time, it was different, the elder asked for permission, and the younger complied. He parted his two lips and felt Yifan's tongue sliding in. It wrapped around Kyungsoo's own tongue and tugged at it, a few bites were added. Both of their eyes were clouded with longing as Yifan put his lips on Kyungsoo's neck, and planting even more on his collarbone. Kyungsoo could only whine softly as the intoxicating smell of Yifan's hair invade his nose. He liked the scent of the shampoo.

The pot was boiling, begging for Kyungsoo to give it some attention. Both of them sighed in disappointment as Kyungsoo went over. It was done. For some strange reason, he didn't need to tell the bunch of trolls that the food was ready. They flooded in, along with Jongdae and Junmyeon? 

"You're dating Jongdae?" Kyungsoo asked Junmyeon. He nodded. Kyungsoo eyed the strange couple, Jongdae looking nervous and stuffy, like he would die any moment when Junmyeon was still a smiling idiot. Eyes crinkled up in such a way that he looked like a grandpa. When Kyungsoo looked at Yifan, he could see that the Chinese male was troubled, with a frown decorating his face. He noticed the worried glances Yifan kept giving Jongdae, who only looked up nervously, chewing on his lips as his eyebrows furrowed together. Yixing, Junmyeon's former boyfriend, seemed as if he understand the tension that was forming.

Luckily, Yixing knew exactly what to say to stop Kyungsoo from worrying about the new couple. "Kyungsoo and Yifan are dating everybody! You all know that right? They're dating! I saw them making out in the kitchen, Yifan's hands were all over the place. Who cooked? Was it Yifan? If he did, then you're probably tasting Kyungsoo's s!" With that being said, they all (except for Jongin and Sehun) looked at their food weirdly, now chewing slowly as they exchanged awkward glances towards one another. 

"I cooked," Kyungsoo said shyly in a quiet voice. They all visibly relaxed knowing that they weren't eating any distinct taste of s.

"Then you're tasting Yifan s!" Yixing shouted once again. They all spat their food out, attempting to squeeze every bit out of their digestive systems. 

Yifan obviously offended, had to say something. They weren't just offending his s but also disrespecting Kyungsoo's cooking. "No one touched no one's s!" 

"Speak for yourself," Luhan smirked, glancing at Minseok and grinning widely. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at his boyfriend only to be ignored. 

"Kyungsoo, as a boyfriend, whether fake or not, we've never gone on a date before. Have we?" Yifan suggested coolly while helping Kyungsoo wash the dishes. He looked at the smaller male who was running the dishes over with warm water. Hopefully, Kyungsoo knew where he was going with, and that he didn't have to just honest to goodness admit that he wanted to go on a date. Ones that were childish and full of fluff. Because that wasn't manly at all. He wanted to go on dates where teenage girls would squeal their eyes out about. Not too romantic and formal, but not to cheesy and informal. While he was in thought about what seemed to him to be life or death, Kyungsoo was quietly scrubbing the leftover bits off of the dishes. "Kyungsoo?" Yifan tried again. 

This time, the doe-eyed male looked up, acting innocent as he raised an eyebrow, "Of course we haven't gone on a date. What about it?"

Yifan chewed on his inner cheeks, wanting to put it far-away from the fluffy non-manly word. "Wanna go out?" he asked, simply, trying his best not to let the cool that he so needed in his life to slip away. 

"Go out? Like food shopping? We just did that?" Kyungsoo, of course, knew fully what Yifan had meant, he just wanted to have a little fun for once.

"No. Like a date. With holding hands. And probable kissing. And making out." The Chinese stuttered out, face as red as a tomato by now, a little bit annoyed and embarrassed by his words. But right now, that didn't matter as much to the answer. He looked at Kyungsoo who was humming and washing the dishes, looking in deep thought. 

But really, Kyungsoo didn't need to even think about it. "Let's do it." 

A/N: to be honest, i wasn't thinking in the last chapter. that plot will be saved for another chapter, so consider it a preview. here's my re-edit. i'm sorry i disappointed you, and i hope that i have enough fluff in here for my beloved chingu, Ryn, KyungSouls (check out her fics). AND AND AND, credit for the re-edit goes to NatsukiLovesSeungie for giving me an honest opinion, i needed that. sorry it's taking so long. i'm stupid and distracted.