When Yixing had been told he was going to have some free days to spend wherever he wanted, he had nearly cried. He had been flying all around the world for months to shoot and film and promote things, and his body and mind were so tired and worn out that he barely could stand properly between an activity and another. He was missing his bandmates and his dorm too. He was really tired of sleeping in anonymous hotels, in foreign countries. He needed his friends, his brothers; but most of all, he needed Sehun.

Since they had become officially a couple, they had been calling each other nearly every day, unless they were together, but Yixing still felt it wasn't enough. Sehun's voice rambling about what he had done or seen during the day wasn't enough for him, he needed to see his face express all his emotions, to feel his body pressed close to his own. He wanted to touch the younger, and kiss him and... The Chinese boy had to stop himself from thinking too much. He hated being in a sort of long-distance relationship; all his previous ones had miserably ended after months of misunderstandings and pain.

Yixing shook his head at the thought, as he got off the airplane -the last one for that week, the one that had brought him back to Seoul. He wanted to stay positive because damn, he was going to meet his boyfriend and his mates after weeks of hectic traveling. Smiling more to himself than to someone in particular, he accepted all the gifts and letters that fans gave him, thanking them with kind words as his thoughts were all focused on the moment he would have entered the door of the dorm, and he would have hugged all the most important people in his life.

Lay nearly squeaked when he saw the building where EXO's dorm was located through the windows of the car, and he got off as quickly as he could while excitingly thanking the driver and bowing to him as the latter took his luggage and placed it in the lifter. Once completely alone in the small cubicle, Yixing let out a long sigh.

«Finally back» he murmured to himself, smiling at the metallic walls around him.

As the lifter stopped, the Chinese boy jumped out, taking his heavy luggage with himself. Then, he fished out from his pocket the key, and with trembling hands he inserted it in the lock, loving the sound of the mechanism being opened. What he hadn't expected was the assault of his bandmates, that were waiting for him just behind the door. It was quite early in the morning, and it also was a free day, so he thought a few to no one could have been home, even less awake.

But there they were, loud cheering coming from 7 other mouths. Chanyeol hugged him fervently, nearly breaking his already sore limbs. Then came Beakhyun, and Chen and Xiumin, who patted him one by one, greeting him with bright smiles and lovely words. Jongin and Kyungsoo were next, and finally there was Suho, who shyly smiled at him before saying a quick “welcome back, Xing, I hope you're ok”.

Between all that chaos, Yixing looked around, well aware that something was missing. Or better, someone. He lifted his head to search a tall and lean frame, and he beamed when he found it. 

Sehun was leaning casually against the wall, a little bit distanced from the rest of the group, and was observing the scene in front of him with a cute frown, the only element that gave away his emotions. Yixing couldn't help but smile and chuckle at that sight, even though a wave of worry rushed through his body. Why was Sehun there all by himself?

When the excitement died down, slowly everyone stopped screaming and talking, and went doing their own things, leaving Yixing finally alone with Sehun. The older immediately took a few steps towards the younger, smiling happily to him while getting rid of his coat, useless in the heated dorm. He had really missed his boyfriend, and he thought the other seemed to be even more handsome than when he had lastly seen him a few weeks before.

«Hey» Yixing said, getting closer.

«Hey» Sehun replied, without even shifting his position. Even if his voice was soft and didn't hold any hint of anger, he felt coldness radiating from his body language.

«How are you?»

Lay frowned as he asked his question, confused and frightened by that unusual behaviour; he had spoken to the maknae just the day before and he had sounded as hyper as Yixing himself was. But now he seemed distant. The older took another step, looking into those dark eyes that were able to be so expressive, while silently scrutinising his lover's features.

«I should be the one asking that» Sehun finally answered, detaching himself from the wall.

Yixing was taken aback. «What are you talking about? I'm fine, just tired»

The younger didn't even reply, he just lifted a hand and brought it to Yixing's face. His index finger slowly traced the outline of the older's lids, specifically concentrating on the eye bags that he had tried to conceal with some make-up. How could Sehun have noticed them right away?

«I know you are, ge. I'm worried about you. Your make-up won't deceive me, I saw how wrecked your body and face are.»

«I'm here to rest» Lay replied, leaning into the touch and closing his eyes, enjoying that contact he had missed so much.

«How long will you be staying?» Sehun's voice was now reduced to a whisper, his mouth dangerously ghosting above his ear.

«A-a few days» Lay stammered as he felt the younger's body so near to his own.

Sehun hummed in response, then dipped his head lower and softly pecked the other's sensitive neck. From there, the younger proceeded tracing a path of gentle kisses to his mouth. Yixing melted into that so longed exchange of attentions, and he encircled the younger's waist with his arms, as he languidly flushed his tired body against Sehun's.

«You should sleep, now. You've been travelling non-stop for days, and you look like you're about to faint. Have you even eaten?»

Yixing pouted cutely to inform Sehun he was starting to get pissed off by that too apprehensive behaviour towards him. He was older than him, after all, so the situation should have been inverted. Sehun, on the other hand, grinned and started combing Lay's ruffled hair.

«Yes, I have. You're not my mom, I can take care of myself, I've already told you that more than once.»

«It doesn't look like that, though.» and with that, he interrupted their sweet moment by slowly reaching behind for the older's hands still linked on his back and taking them into his own, before pulling at them to guide Lay to his room, where he left him after a quick kiss on the lips.

Yixing tried to protest: he wanted Sehun to stay with him a little bit longer, maybe even nap with him. Unfortunately, though, they still were in two different rooms, as the original arrangements hadn't been changed after they had started dating. Not because anyone ever opposed to it, but because they hadn't even asked, since they basically never were in the dorm at the same time due to their busy schedules.

Lay sighed and entered his own room, masking a yawn. He glanced over to Jongdae's bed, and he found his roommate already half asleep. So, he took off his shirt and plopped himself on the bed, immediately burying himself under layers of covers. He was too tired to even get to the bathroom and freshen himself up a bit. He lay there, until his eyes shut down and he fell asleep.

A gentle tap woke him up from his deep nap when it was nearly dinner time. Yixing crooked his eyes open, trying not to be blinded by the brightness of the lamp's light. He groaned a little, not really wanting to leave his bed and its warm comfort. Nonetheless, he squinted his eyes to see who had woken him: near the bed there was Jongdae, standing.

«You're finally awake! Good, we thought you were dead. Dinner's nearly ready, hyung. Soo will throw a fist if you don't show up, you already missed lunch.»

«What?! Why didn't you wake me up?» Yixing exclaimed, while jolting up to a sitting position and then standing, even if his head was spinning. He frantically started to pick out clothes to get ready.

«We tried. Sehun came in and tried to wake you -he's so sickening when it comes to you-, but you didn't even move. Once we made sure you were still alive, we decided to let you sleep, you seemed to need some rest anyway.»

Lay facepalmed: he really was tired, but he shouldn't have slept that much. Once he had finished putting on some clothes, he reached the door and exited the room, immediately followed by Chen, and headed to the kitchen, where the others were already waiting for them.

«I'm sorry for being late and for having overslept, it won't happen again» Lay said, bowing a little.

«That's ok. We were just worried, but it looks like you're fine, now» Suho replied, and everyone nodded.

Yixing looked in Sehun's direction and flashed him a coy smile to excuse himself for what had happened. The younger frowned in response, but a timid smile grazed the corner of his lips as well. Yixing released a relieved sigh; maybe Sehun wasn't that angry at him, after all. Then, the food was placed on the table, and they all started eating as if they hadn't been fed for weeks. Also the Chinese boy devoured the food in a matter of minutes.

«Guys, what about going out tonight? Tomorrow we don't have to get up early, so...» Chanyeol proposed, once he had finished.

«That sounds cool!» Chen joined, and all the others nodded, except for Yixing.

«I think I'll stay in, I want to have a good shower and relax, you know.»

«Don't worry, hyung, we do understand you!» Kyungsoo said, patting him on a shoulder to console him.

«Yeah, we'd be happier if you took your rest, you look like »

«I'll stay in as well» suddenly said Sehun, while standing up to put his plate in the sink, effectively silencing the other boys.

«I don't need a babysitter» Yixing pouted.

«Who said I am going to babysit you?»  

«Ok, ok, lovebirds, do whatever you want» intervened Xiumin, casually passing in between the two as he went into his own room to get changed.

Yixing and Sehun exchanged blaming glares for a while, and the others took the opportunity and left the kitchen.

After no more than twenty minutes, they were all ready to go out, despite it being too early for discotheques. The Chinese boy could feel there was something strange, as he saw some of his bandmates whispering and laughing, but he couldn't grasp what it could have been about. His brows knitted in frustration. The group united in front of the main door, and there they all stopped and waved to Yixing and Sehun, who in the meantime had come closer to the older and hugged him from behind, his long and skinny arms possessively around the other's waist.

«See you later, then!» Suho announced, before opening the door.

«Have fun~» Yixing chirped, relaxed in Sehun's embrace. He saw Chanyeol's confused and shocked expression and Jongin's annoyed one, which contrasted with the knowing smirks of the others.

«Try not to get too exhausted... And don't use my bed» Chen mischievously said.

«Don't get pregnant» Baekhyun added singsongingly with a wink.

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and hit the back of their necks, scolding his hyungs for the inappropriate comments. Suho was blushing hard, his eyes wandering around in discomfort, but he wasn't the only one: also Yixing's cheeks flushed a bright red. It was embarrassing, he hadn't thought about that interpretation of just the two of them staying home completely alone during the night. Stiffened as he was, he felt the younger's body vibrating against his back and he realised he was laughing softly.

Eventually, they all left the dorm, and Yixing let out a long and heavy sigh, letting his tension go and leaning back on Sehun's chest.

«Dickheads» he heard him mutter while giggling «Do you want to do something in particular?» he then asked, after Yixing had turned around in his embrace to face him.

Yixing shrugged, not really wanting to do anything a part from staying like that, between the arms of the boy he loved.

«What about just staying together?» he suggested. The maknae only stared directly into his eyes, and Yixing knew he was not opposing. He moved towards his room, and Sehun followed suit with a kind smile, their hands joined, their fingers intertwined. «But first, I need to shower. Can you wait here?» he then added once inside the accommodation, while Sehun plopped himself down on Yixing's bed, nodding.

Yixing took the things he needed and went into the bathroom, taking a quick and hot shower, washing away all of his previous frenetic weeks full of worries and tiredness and insecurities. He focused on the hours that were about to come, and his body finally relaxed. He was looking forward to being hold by Sehun, and also to holding the younger, looking into his eyes and tasting his thin lips. Once he felt his muscles loosening completely, he got dressed and padded to his room, where his boyfriend was waiting for him half-laying on the bed.

Yixing sat down, with Sehun's arms immediately reaching out and hugging him from behind, and his lips gently pecking his neck as he slightly shifted on the bed and embraced his guitar. It felt amazing being in that sort of cocoon, so comfortable; he started strumming some casual notes, mostly parts of old songs, lazily pinching at the strings with his elegant fingers, until an idea popped into his mind. He smiled to himself, and changed the tune. Suddenly a melancholic yet romantic melody spread through the dorm. Sehun instinctively tightened his hold on Yixing's waist as he let himself being lulled by the song, his own body swinging slowly from left to right following the rhythm.

«What's this?» he whispered in Lay's ear after a bit, nuzzling at his hair.

«Something I've been working on during the times I miss you... Don't you like it?» he answered innocently, pursing his lips despite the fact that Sehun couldn't possibly see him.

«It's really beautiful» the younger stated. The Chinese boy smiled at the answer, happy he had produced something the other liked. He had put so much effort in composing that piece, cutting out enough time every now and then to revise it and perfect it. He had even some of his colleagues listen to it to be sure it sounded right.

«I'm sorry if tonight is not what you expected» Lay said after a few seconds, stopping the music and turning his head around to leave a quick peck on Sehun's lips.

«It's ok, it's not that boring...» the younger replied, in his voice a tone that puzzled Yixing. He didn't have the time to elaborate it, though, as he felt cool air being blown on his sensitive neck.

Yixing immediately started wriggling trying to break free from those arms that just a few seconds ago were like a secure refuge and that now seemed more like a prison, but without any result, as the other kept on blowing air on his skin.

«Pl-ple-ah!-se st-stop-p, h-help!» he screamed shamelessly, starting to ball up to protect his most sensitive part.

Sehun started giggling, and the older felt himself being manhandled, until he found himself laying on the bed with the younger hovering over him. There was a strange light in his dark orbs, and for a moment the Chinese boy felt scared. But just a second after, the maknae started blowing again air on his neck without any mercy for his lover. He had also pinned him down, so that he couldn't escape that torture.

«S-Sehun! Pl-ah!» he wanted the other to stop, he couldn't take it anymore. Every inch of his body was trembling and shaking, his skin all covered by goosebumps that amplified every single sensation, every single puff of air landing on his neck.

«Why?» he eventually screamed, exhausted by that overstimulation.

Sehun didn't answer, but at least he stopped his torturous ministrations, giving Lay the time to recover. Then, he slowly dipped his head and nibbled at the older's ear, before moving to peck at his jaw, and finally his lips. Yixing melted into the kiss and immediately let the other take the lead, their lips moving in synchrony. It was sweet, chaste and tender, and the Chinese boy appreciated that contact that expressed a love that could have never been described with words. Sehun swiped his tongue on Lay's bottom lip, and the latter eagerly opened his mouth to let the other in. Their hands joined above Yixing's head, their fingers intertwined.

When they felt the need to breathe, they parted and looked at each other in the eyes. The older lifted his head a little to leave a quick kiss on the other's now red lips, basking in the adoration Sehun's eyes were showing. That blissful moment, though, didn't last too long, as he saw the younger smirking while slowly untangling one of his hands to move it down and down, until it stopped on his waist.

In a second, Yixing was squirming again, this time due to Sehun's fingers that were tickling his side.

«! Oh Sehun don't-» but he couldn't finish his sentence, as he felt Sehun's hot breath against his neck, cutting his voice off.

«This is my revenge» Sehun whispered near his ear, making him shiver.

«Wh-wha-ahah-t?» He couldn't help but hysterically laugh.

Sehun chuckled darkly, ghosting his mouth over Yixing's, while he pressed his body further down until he was straddling the older's lap.

«You swore to rest once we would have finished with promotions, remember?»

Yixing's eyes widened in shock. All this mess just for a promise?

«But you didn't get your rest. Instead, you're working yourself to death even more than before. You didn't even spend the holidays with us, with me! If you really enjoy being tired and hurt, then I'd prefer to be the cause of it all.» he said as he kept on tickling the older «Stop massacring yourself. I won't stop doing this until you say what I want to hear.»

«Ok! Ok, w-what d-o ah-I have t-to say?»

«Promise me again you won't work yourself to death. That you'll take the needed rest. You're not a ing machine. I saw your dishevelled face, the pain in your eyes, the tiredness in your limbs. Tell me you'll stop destroying yourself.» Sehun said nearly growling, as he pecked Yixing's lips a little bit roughly. Despite everything, Yixing kissed him back, even if he was nearly breathless due to all the screaming and wriggling.

«F-fi-ah-ne! I'll st-stop. Now l-let me f-free»

«I don't believe you. If you won't keep your word again, I'm going to torture you like this again when we'll see each other.» Sehun smirked, and that evil-like expression looked so y on the maknae that Yixing for a brief moment wanted to be his defenceless prey. He breathed in sharply to gain some sort of steadiness.

«I-I swear. I'm serious, I won't do that again. I'm sorry, Sehunnie.» he said in a rush, trying not to stutter.

«That sounded convincing enough» the younger stated, and finally stopped tickling the other boy «You need to understand that seeing you so worn out makes me suffer. If you don't want to do it for yourself, then do it for me.» he concluded, pressing his forehead against Yixing's, who could only nod in response, since he still was out of breath.

«I'm sorry. It's just-»

«”Just” what, gege? There's no excuse for this suicide.»

«I’m not killing myself! Don’t exaggerate things»

«Yeah, because working yourself to death isn’t basically the same thing, right? How many times did you get injured? Get sick? Personally, I lost count.»

«I’m sorry, I.. I always feel like I'm not good enough. For you, for the fans, for everyone. I have to get better and better, but it seems like I am always stuck at the same point.»

«Are you serious?!» Sehun nearly shrieked, his grip tightening on the Chinese boy's hips. «You're so damn dumb. You are enough for me, and everything else! The only thing that really matters is your health. Got it?» Sehun said, pecking again Yixing's lips, maybe a little bit roughly. «Really, gege, have you ever taken a look at yourself?»

«Yes, b-»

«If you're not perfect, then what about the others? What about me?»

«What are you saying? You're amazing! And also the others-» Lay replied, his eyes frenetically wandering on Sehun's face, trying to decipher his emotions.

«Yixing, there's no one in this group who's better than you, stop feeling like you're and we're gods, because it's most likely the opposite. You're the best dancer, you can sing and rap, you play instruments and you even compose! What more do you want? Oh, and how to forget how kind and lovely and altruist and gorgeous you are!
Everyone has flaws, y'know. And everyone has to cope with them, you can't kill yourself because you have some. Why do you consider it totally ok for us to have lacks, while you can't get yourself to accept the tiny ones you have? If you really have them, because for me, you're damn perfect.»

At that point, Lay was looking at him with his mouth agape, completely taken aback by those words. He leaned up and bit down on Sehun's bottom lip and pulled him closer. Their bodies collided as the nibbling became a kiss, and the kiss slowly grew hotter and less chaste, tongues and caressing everything and everywhere inside each other's mouth, their hands roaming on each other's body, fingers brushing on warm skin igniting a fire that had been buried inside them for a quite long time. Low moans and groans escaped the lips of both boys, sometimes swallowed by the other's mouth, sometimes muffled against the other's skin, sometimes let free to fill the silence of the room. Their legs tangled, and soon enough both boys started to wriggle to get rid of their shirts, wanting to feel freely each other's touch, denied for too long.

Yixing took off Sehun's shirt tossing it aside, and waited for the other to do the same with his, then started tracing the outline of the younger's slightly defined muscles before placing his hands on the other's hips. Sehun, instead, started peppering Yixing's chest with butterfly kisses, sometimes interrupting the action to softly peck at his lips, now a bit parted and red, which seemed to be calling for more kisses.

Suddenly, the older propped himself on his elbows, nibbling at Sehun's earlobe, and then spoke. «You know, even if I should be mad at you for what you have done...» he stopped and moved his mouth to the younger's «I'm not tired now, since I've slept all day.» his hand started tracing circular patterns on Sehun's hips, sending shivers down his spine, while his mouth laced to the maknae's chest, softly here and there leaving blooming hickeys on his pale skin. That would have been a nice payback, after all.

«Jongdae said he doesn't want you to get exhausted» Sehun replied, smirking and panting. He had definitely understood what his lover was hinting at.

«I don't think I will get exhausted, at this rate. Plus, who cares what he said, we are here... Alone... And I've been missing you too much. And didn't you just say that if I have to be exhausted, you want to be the cause of it?» now he was smirking as well.

«Not gonna take it back now» Sehun quickly winked, dipping his head just enough to kiss Yixing. Their lips locked and started moving immediately, at first slowly and delicately, then more and more rapidly, until their tongues and teeth were added and both found themselves completely out of air.

«I love you, Sehunnie» Yixing whispered panting as he looked into Sehun's orbs, his eyes filled with love, affection, adoration and kindness. But most of all, he saw desire in them. And he knew that Sehun could see the same in his eyes.

«I love you, too»

And then, they kissed again, bodies tangling and colliding, skin brushing again skin, hands exploring cautiously the other. And when they found themselves completely in each other's arms, they felt as if they were in Heaven. And with that sensation they spent the night, one of the many that were about to come, filled by love and complete devotion, where nothing mattered more than themselves and the affection they shared.

AUTHOR'S CORNER... YAY!

If you've come until here, then thank you for having read my story! 
Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it... as I wrote in the Foreword section, I have to thank Shirahime's comment on the previous fic for the idea of Sehun using a promise in an evil way. As soon as the image of Sehun doing mischievous things to Yixing crossed my mind, I couldn't help but write something. That's just so mush like Sehun. LOL
If you find any mistake, feel free to correct me! 
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