With the rain Changes came.

It was storming outside. Yixing found himself covered with blankets and plushies while watching some old Chinese drama (that he wasn’t really watching) but the flat TV screen sound was helping him relax. It was soothing, the rain drops were also making such beautiful harmony for the younger to get lulled over. He moved to this big apartment when he first started college, it was closer to his school and he had always been dreaming of being an independent person. Growing up as a sick fragile kid, he was always treated like a porcelain doll, like he’s something that could easily get broken. He wanted to prove that he wasn’t that ill kid anymore, that he was a strong man. Yixing wanted his parents to be proud of him, that’s why he was attending a medical school, rather then pursuing his dream of becoming a well known pianist. His father had always said that playing piano for a profession was nothing but a stupid joke, or something girls would want to do. Mr.Zhang was a kind man, but his words had a strong impact on the little boy’s heart, so he studied harder and convinced his parents to let him go live alone. They didn’t agree at first, but when he started threatening them of running away, they finally complied and offered to buy him a car so he could easily go visit them, but the brunette male politely declined their offer. He at driving and he hated having a chauffeur to drive him around like some sassy princess, it will only make yifan laugh more at him and pick on him because of it. Speaking about the older, it’s been two days since he kissed the younger, yixing haven’t saw him or heard from him all this time. It was such a weird way of showing the younger male that he had agreed to act as his fake boyfriend. Yixing unconsciously touched his lower lip, feeling a heated blush creeping up on him. It actually felt really nice being kissed, maybe because yifan was experienced or perhaps it was because yixing never kissed someone else before. The younger bit his lip and cuddled with one of his various plushies, he had a lot of those, even though he didn’t like to admit it, but living alone in a really spacious apartment wasn’t that great after a while. He missed his mother and all those kind servants he grew up with, that’s why he made sure to buy those plushies, because being alone was nothing but pure depression. His thoughts drifted to a certain blonde that usually spend the nights with the younger boy when the weather is similar to this gloomy day, but yixing feels like he won’t be seeing him any time soon.

Yixing jolted from his sleep upon hearing noises coming from his apartment door, maybe he was hallucinating. He wasn’t even aware that he have drifted to sleep earlier. He checked his phone for time, it was still 7 o'clock in the evening but it was already dark outside. The rain was still falling and he could hear the thunder sound from his living room, but the sound that caused him to wake wasn’t thunder, someone was trying to break in. ! Was he being robbed? Should he call the cops or something? But it can’t be. He lives in a much securitized neighborhood, yixing was up on his feet, he tried to get something from the kitchen so he could defend himself with. He was waiting for whoever it was to just open that god damn door and get over with it, he was actually scared to death, he was terrified, but that didn’t mean he was going to hide. As his grandfather said before a Zhang never turn his back from a battle, so here he was waiting for his death, at the age of twenty one, Zhang yixing had a one single fake kiss, never dyed his hair blonde, never got to date that only guy he liked, still haven’t told his own mother that he was gay, still didn’t get the chance to experience love making with someone whom he loves. Was he really going to die as a twenty one year old ?

Shaking with fear. Yixing found himself recalling all of his memories, he felt so weak, he wasn’t ready to die yet, so many things he still haven’t done. Was this really the end?

The door opened and yixing shut his eyes tight, pointing with his god knows what kind of weapon. He wished he could have had the chance to kiss his mother goodbye, to tell luhan how dear he was to him, to confess to chanyeol, to play piano for one last time, to hug his precious yifan for the last time and tell him that he was more than just a great best friend, more than he could ever wish for.

“Please don’t kill me, I’m still a !!” Yixing couldn’t help but let that out. What was he thinking? That the serial killer would feel sorry for him and just leave? STUPID STUPID STUPID!. Yixing wanted to bang his head with the wall. Good job idiot, now he’ll and kill you.

“So, you want me to have with you, then kill you?” A familiar deep voice stated, yixing opened his eyes slowly and blinked twice, to find an amused looking Wu yifan staring at him.

“Yi-Yifan? How-Where did you get the key?”

“You forgot? I used to live here remember.” Yixing was still shaking.

“And get that spoon away from my face.” Yifan was trying to hold his laugh but yixing’s blank look made it hard for him to do so.

“Spo-Spoon?” Yixing looked down at his hand. He was holding a wooden spoon, it was so embarrassing and the elder’s laugh made it worse.

“Stop laughing!!” Yixing’s face was bright red, “Just because you used to live here, doesn’t mean you get to come whenever you feel like it.”

Yifan chuckled and pushed his way in, “Give me your key! Yifan I’m serious, you almost got me a heart attack!”

“It’s raining like hell outside, I got drenched and needed a place to stay.”

“My apartment isn’t a hotel Wu yifan!!” Yixing tried to take the key from the taller male.

“I never said it was.” The younger failed miserably. 

“Why are you stripping? Stop taking your clothes off!!!” Yixing was going to murder the older; he was throwing wet clothes everywhere, like it’s his ing own house.

“I’m not giving you a private show xing, if I don’t get changed quickly, I might get a cold.” Yifan turned to glare at the younger, “I’m too busy to be having a cold this week.”

“Busy with what? Posing? Or getting into other model’s pants.” The younger scoffed at the way yifan’s lips twitched to a smirk.

“Both.”

Yifan was standing there, with only his boxers on. Yixing couldn’t help but blush at the sight, and what bothered him even more was that he couldn’t