To: laylika

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There is party Friday night. He is going. I’m not.

We were both invited on Monday but we weren’t together when we were told about Kai’s party. I said I wasn’t going right away because I don’t fit in Kai’s popular crew. It’s not that I don’t like them. We just don’t match. Also, I’m not the type that goes to a party just to be popular or because everyone is going. That’s stupid.  I know there are also people that despite how badly they talk about them behind their backs are really excited to go. That’s even more stupid. Wanting to fit in has its limits.

I prefer a good night spent snuggling, talking and dreaming on my bed with the person I love the most than going out. Sometimes not even with him but spending the Friday nights with Chanyeol has become a habit that I wasn’t willing to break. However, seems like he is.

Chanyeol said ‘yes’ to the invitation. After all, he likes Kai. The problem is that I don’t want him to go. It’s not because I feel that we have to be together all the time or that I think that we, as a couple, should always go to these parties together. No. The problem relies on the fact that I’m more possessive than I would like to admit. I get easily jealous and he doesn’t even know. No wonder. I don’t usually make scandals about it. I keep it to myself because I know I’ll feel better when he kisses me again. This time is different thought – I know I’ll feel worse than ever. I don’t like sharing him. I don’t like seeing him around other people. But I know this won’t be possible on Friday. Chanyeol will be surrounded by people that I don’t even know. I trust him. I know he would never cheat on me. It’s the others I don’t trust. And all alone at night, who knows what kind of things will go thru my mind.

Will he have fun? Will he realize there’s someone better than me? These questions haunt me already.

If I’m so worried and upset, I could always go to the party and keep an eye on Chanyeol. But even though I might be possessive, I respect Chanyeol’s space. Also, going to that party would mess with my nerves. I’m not going, I already said that.

If I’m so worried and upset, I could ask Chanyeol not to go. I don’t want to be selfish though. I know he would do what I wanted but I don’t have the right to ask him that.

When Chanyeol and I talked about the party the whole situation was a little awkward. Chanyeol thought I was going to say yes and I thought he was going to say no. We’re two idiots. Maybe that’s why we love each other so much…

“What are you writing this time?” A deep but soft voice asked right next to Yixing’s ear, making the latter jump on his chair in surprise.

“Chan!” Yixing exclaimed, closing his notebook right away afraid Chanyeol would read it. He had arrived to the school a little too early on that day for the afternoon classes and so he decided to write a little. It always helped him when he was feeling a little down. He had several complete notebooks already. He just didn’t expect Chanyeol would be there so soon. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, you told me you were here already.” Chanyeol shook his phone on his large hand. “So I decided to come a little earlier. I didn’t want you to feel alone.” Smiling, Chanyeol leaned down, holding Yixing’s chin gently, and pressed his warm lips against the shorter. Yixing melted into the sweet kiss. Their lips slowly moved together for a moment before breaking apart, eyes glittering with something that people usually call love (even if they both thought ‘love’ was an euphemism to how they felt). Chanyeol pecked Yixing’s lips and pulled him up. “Move.” Flipping their positions, Chanyeol sat down and pulled his boyfriend to his lap. “That’s better.”

“Park Chanyeol.” Yixing giggled, wrapping his arms around the taller. “We’re in public.”

“The public was made to watch.” Rubbing their noses together softly at first, Chanyeol leaned in for another kiss. Yixing calmly closed his eyes and welcomed the other’s heat in his mouth without any restriction.

“Oh, by the way!” Chanyeol exclaimed, grinning widely as he pulled Yixing closer after the kiss. “What are you doing on Friday night?”

“Mmn…I don’t know. I don’t have anything in mind.” Only you and that stupid party.

“Great! Then why don’t you come over to my house this time? We always use yours.”

“Eh?” Yixing blinked confusedly. “I thought you were going to Kai’s party.”

“Yeah, but I’m not going anymore.” Chanyeol shrugged.

“Why not?”

“I have someone that needs me more.” Chanyeol poked Yixing’s dimple. “And I’m afraid my little kitten feels lonely if I go.”

“Chan, if it’s because of me, you can go.” Yixing not so sincerely said.

“Xing, I know you. Am I wrong?” Yixing didn’t reply. “That’s right. You don’t want me to go so I won’t.” Yixing felt a sudden happiness invading his body, bringing Chanyeol closer to his chest. He had never thought he wouldn’t actually go just because of him. Did he read what he was writing? He doubted. Chanyeol was just…being the sweetest and most comprehensive person in the world.

“Thank you…” Yixing muttered, but he wasn’t really sure if Chanyeol heard him.

“Besides…” Chanyeol continued, rubbing his nose against the crock of his boyfriend’s neck. “Getting warm and cozy with you in my bed is something I really want to do.” Yixing frowned, looking at his boyfriend.

“I didn’t really like the way you said certain words.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you a good massage and cup of hot chocolate after it.”

\(~^o^~)/

There’s a party tonight. I’m not going. And he is not going either. Instead I’m sleeping next to Chanyeol, his bed sheets covering my waist after we made love. The hot chocolate tastes awful but I couldn’t expect more from such an awful but adorable cooker like him. The massage was postponed to tomorrow morning. Chanyeol is sleeping, a light snore coming from his open mouth. Carefully, I cover his shoulders.

“Xing, stop writing or I’ll rip that notebook in half.” He surprisingly and sleepily threats, bringing a smile to my face as he wraps his arms around me. It’s kind of hard to write like this.

Chanyeol doesn’t seem upset about not going to that party. I shouldn’t have been so worried. I love him. I really do. And he loves me back, I’m sure.

“It’s my last warning, Zhang Yixing.” Chanyeol sounds more awake now and I think it’s better to put the notebook away. He is so cute when he pretends to be angry.

Letting out a happy sigh, Yixing snuggles against his boyfriend’s chest, wishing their life would remain like this forever.

The End

laylika: This is the first time I try to write a drabble so I hope you liked it  *^* I'm not sure if you wantd something a little more rated so..../cough/

To the others: I think I'll open a drabble/oneshot request system tomorrow! :D would you like that?? ^^

Bye Bye, Ruca