Quand il me prend dans ses bras.

Music blasted loudly throughout the whole dim lighted room; disco lights jumping from side to corner. Shifting from ballad songs to Girls’ Generation’s GeGe to PSY’s Oppa Gangnam style--his supposed best friends were way too far from stopping any time soon. The brunette sipped his cold beer; a grimace decorating his pale face. It’s been more than four hours since they got here. At first the brunette was still a bit shocked, because how the hell did Yifan know all of his friends? He could get the fact that the blond met Tao a couple of times before but what about Luhan, Minseok and Baekhyun? Yifan though explained calmly to him that Tao was the one behind this get-together thing, and that he knew Baekhyun from work. But what puzzled him the most was how the did he know who his deer-like friend was? Yifan chuckled before simply stating that ‘All rich people know each other dweeb’ making Yixing huff in annoyance.

The brunette was splayed out on a couch next to a snoring Minseok; his eyes were glued to his phone, intensely looking for the meaning of panual in Chinese. Just what the did that mean?

“Min? Min, what does panual mean?” Yixing nudged the sleeping corps with a finger before taking a quick glance towards his friends. Luhan was on top of a coffee table shaking his to 4MINUTE’s Crazy along with a Byun Baekhyun clapping his hands with a smug grin on his face and Yifan’s friend Chanyeol waving with his gigantic arms around in the air almost hitting a rapping Tao with black shades on (god knows why) square on his nose.

“Min? Minseok? What does it mean?” The older growled; clearly not in the mood for talks while he was dead asleep.

“Minseok? Minseok-ah? Hyung?...Baozi? Answer me damn it!” Yixing was met with the sleeping figure’s hand on his face as an answer.

“Minseok-ah?”

“Can’t you shut up for god’s sake?!” Minseok turned his body toward the Chinese male with a scowl on his face; only god knows how much Minseok loves his beauty sleep.

“I can’t! Minseok I’m going crazy—“ The older male interrupted him groggily.

“And you think I’m not?” but was ignored as the brunette just rolled his eyes and continued.

“I just don’t get why people like to with my head you know—I mean I thought they were two kinds of ual orientation, gay ones and straight ones right? Wait, there could also be some who are biual, but panual? Just what the does that mean?”

“And we’re talking about this because?” Luhan was walking towards them with a mischievous glint in his eyes and an evil grin on his face. “I swear to god Luhan if you come anywhere near me,  I’ll ing break your legs off!” Minseok’s threat made Luhan pout and turn to where he was coming from sulkily.

“But I just don’t get it, Min! I used to be the hottest around when I was taken but now that I’m single and desperate people are ignoring me and lying to me by saying that I’m not their type, like what a lousy lie right? Do you get what I’m trying to say?”

“I’m still not sure why you’re even asking me, or talking to me.” Yifan was now standing in front of the karaoke TV screen trying to cover the lyrics from the others while laughing maniacally. The brunette wrinkled his nose at the ridiculous sight.

“Do you think I should get an eye surgery?” Minseok raised a brow; face puffed with Doritos that came from nowhere—wasn’t he asleep just two seconds ago?

“Why? Are you going blind or something?”

“It’s not about my eyesight, Min. I mean an eye plastic surgery, like an eyelid surgery or something? I don’t know. Maybe I should get a tan or dye my hair blonde...?”

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” Yixing sipped his cold alcoholic beverage and closed his eyes.

“I just think they’re too small.”

“No they’re not! Baekhyun’s eyes are. But yours are just fine.” Baekhyun gave Minseok the finger before throwing a mic at him.

“I just…” The brunette sighed; hands caressing the arm where the mic had accidently landed. “I kind of met someone, and this someone kind of likes someone else? Did you get that? And that someone else has very big and pretty eyes, like they’re huge Min! You’d be lost forever while staring at them. I mean I’m way better looking than he is, but his eyes are just…beautiful. Though he’s short so…” Minseok grabbed a pillow and threw it at Luhan, who was trying to do a for the others.

“What’s wrong with short people?”

“Nothing Min, short people are adorable. That’s the problem, I’m not short and adorable. I don’t have big, bright eyes. And I’m definitely not an orphanage owner!” The older his chips' coated fingers; face stained with yellow-orange Doritos’ smudges. He looked disgusting, Yixing felt a dire need to puke—or faint—or kick him away or just—something!

“What does an orphanage—are you making all this fuss because some dude doesn’t like you back? Or let me rephrase that for you. All this drama is for a guy who you so desperately want to have in your pants?”

“No! I want to get into his pants.” The elder male looked genuinely surprised making the brunette rethink of what he just said.

“You’re not a bottom?” Yixing gaped his mouth at the most humiliating insult ever (he’d rather be called a stripper than a freaking bottom).

“WHAT? Why would you think that? I’m not Byun Baekhyun for god’s sake!”

“Hey! What the does that mean?” Baekhyun threw another mic at them, but luckily it landed on Minseok’s foot this time.

“Just how many ing mics are there?” Minseok threw the mic back, but missed his prey making the thing land on Chanyeol’s head instead.

“! My friends are a bunch of clowns.” Yixing hissed under his breath when the giant started wailing and throwing heavy things towards them.

After calming a roaring Chanyeol down—mostly Yifan—Yixing was now back on his phone, as predicted Minseok was useless. His advice was like ‘Go for it dude, you’d never know what could’ve happened if you don’t go for it…dude’ Like what the does that even mean? It was definitely not helpful.

The brunette sighed after closing his eyes. Why was that kid still haunting his mind? He couldn’t stop thinking about him, especially those pouty plush lips. His words were a bit harsh but it was kind of the brunette’s fault. The guy needed money for someone whom he loved and Yixing had absolutely no right of kissing him or even flirting with the younger male to begin with.

‘You will fall for me Jongin!’

Just what the hell did that mean Zhang Yixing? And just where did that confidence come from exactly?

“Stupid! Stupid! Stupid donkey!” The brunette murmured softly.

“You have a donkey?” Minseok was stretching his arms and barely missed hitting the younger on his head.

Yixing rolled his eyes, hands busy with his phone. It’s been ages since he had last updated his Facebook account, he needed to un-friend/block Zhoumi and change his profile picture to a much more attractive one. It was time to be back in the game. As the brunette kept scrolling through notifications and messages, his eyes widened a bit when he found one from his most dreadful enemy—Victoria Song. 

Victoria Song: We need to talk, call me. 

Yixing stared at the message for what felt like hours. Like what the heck was that? Was he hallucinating? There was no way that Victoria would find out about him and Zhoumi’s relationship. No freaking way! He knew the girl personally of course, she's always been so nice to him. The woman thought Yixing was like Zhoumi’s younger brother not his—

“GEE GEE GEE BABY BABY BABY~ GEE GEE GEE GEE BABY BABY BABY~” Here we go again with that annoying song. Baekhyun’s loud voice was booming throughout the room with Luhan bouncing up and down and Chanyeol rapping (like what the ? What was he rapping about? They were no freaking rapping lines in that like song!). This was going to be a long dreadful night as it seemed.

After another hour the guys were all ridiculously drunk. The brunette groaned when Luhan jumped into Minseok’s lap, both boys started each other’s faces furiously. Chanyeol was making some Karate moves clearly challenging Tao into a fight, but the latter ignored him, too busy texting someone with a wide grin on his pretty face. Baekhyun was singing foreigner songs now; his voice was beautiful but it came out with a terrible English pronunciation. The only one missing was Yifan. The brunette growled and kicked Luhan’s side who was trying to take Minseok’s shirt off, Yixing wasn’t up for some Xiuhan live thank you very much! The elder ignored his existence completely; shirts now on the ground and moans quickly filling the room. Chanyeol muttered something about going to bring more beer and Yixing begged him to take him along, he’ll give anything to escape the horror movie of his friends doing—something that was supposed to be private god damn it!

It was a bit chilly outside, the brunette closed his eyes when he finally got out, a content sigh escaping his mouth. There were a lot of things he needed to fix, his current life style wasn’t exactly taking him anywhere. He needed to call his father and tell him that he was missing home, that he wanted to go back to China. He missed his caring maids and his vintage guitars’ collection. He even missed his dad himself at times. The brunette loved his father and knew he loved him back just as much, the thing was that he was just really not good at showing it. At least he cared enough to check on him from time to time and send him money.

“What are you doing here?” A tall figure popped out from nowhere startling the shorter male.

“You scared the out of me!” Yifan chuckled before leaning dangerously closer to the pale male's face and making him widen his eyes; taken aback by the bold action.

"..."

“What’s wrong?” The blond male smiled; face only inches away from the shorter male’s one.

“Nothing you’re just…so pretty to look at.”

“I thought you said I was ugly?” Yixing huffed; eyes glued to the taller’s hooded ones.

“It was a joke.” Yifan’s eyes shifted from the younger’s eyes to his lips, and Yixing felt nervous all of a sudden.

“You’re drunk.”

“And you talk too much.” Yifan eyes were back staring into the brunette’s soul.

Yixing gulped. What the was happening? The brunette’s back was pushed against a wall so he had no way of escaping, the blond was too close and it was getting so freaking uncomfortable.

“What’s with the pink lips and long eyelashes, Lay? Are you sure you’re not a girl?” Yifan ran his knuckles down the brunette’s left cheek, drinking in the shorter male’s reaction. 

The action sent shivers down Yixing’s spine, the touch was too intimate, it made the brunette fight the urge to lean forward towards the taller male’s warm hand.

“ you! I’m a ma—man!” The blond chuckled; voice rich with amusement.

"Are you now?"

" off Yifan!"

“You’re neck is way too pale Lay.”

“My neck?” Yixing was wearing a low cut shirt that showed both his pale long neck and sharp collarbones, and at that exact moment he regreted his stupid taste of fashion more than ever before.

The younger’s eyes grew as round as saucers when the blond’s lips met with his neck. Yixing couldn’t help but squeal at the act; hands flying to grab into Yifan’s shoulders, a pathetic attempt to push the much stronger male away from him.

“What the—” Yifan on the sensitive skin making the brunette cling into him rather than push him away from him. The brunette can honestly admit that he has never been more aroused in his entire life time.

The taller the bruise after finishing his—whatever it was that he was trying to achieve—with a proud smirk on displa