Final
Chenderella Well, okay, maybe not perfect.
Now, he knew that there was a reason why entertainment companies usually warned their trainees against, if not entirely banned them from, dating, but he never really took the time to think about how much of a problem it would be for him and Yixing until he was facing the issue himself. They texted each other just fine, but god damn, was it hard to try to get them to meet in person. It seemed like every time one of them tried to schedule a date, there would be some reason against it. Whether it was Jongdae being grounded for some random reason, or Yixing having sudden, last-minute dance practices, whether Jongdae had exams, or Yixing had evaluations, it just seemed like they’d never be able to find the other available.
But they made do, and Jongdae would always make sure to quell his anger whenever he was around Yixing. Getting mad at the Chinese boy would just be misguided and childish—it wasn’t like he could control schedules. He couldn’t control his company or Jongdae’s school. And he certainly couldn’t control his ridiculously demanding boss, or Jongdae’s ridiculously demanding step-family. But still, Yixing tried his best, constantly trying to look towards the positives, and Jongdae couldn’t help but absolutely cherish every moment he spent with the other man. Which was why he was about to do something entirely strange and out of his comfort zone, just for Yixing.
He was about to ask Yixing out to his school’s dance.
It sounded so ing weird and dramatic whenever he thought about it like that, but for Jongdae, who had absolutely no experience in dating, let alone in actually starting a relationship. Yes, starting, because though Yixing and Jongdae had been on a decent number of dates, despite the circumstances, they had yet to make anything official. Sure, they flirted with each other, and sure, they called their little hangouts “dates,” but in terms of actual relationship progress, they had gone nowhere. Maybe it was because it didn’t feel necessary since they were so comfortable with each other already. Maybe they were both too awkward to do it. Maybe Jongdae was just overthinking, but honestly—they hadn’t even kissed yet, for ’s sake! Not a little peck, nothing.
So here he was, outside SM Entertainment’s main office, giving himself quiet pep-talks as encouragements to enter the building. Nothing much, just the regular phrases of “just get it ing over with” and “he’ll probably be ecstatic” and “he may not even be there and you can leave a message with the receptionist and put it off for another day?”
Just the normal things, really.
After about 10 minutes of his questionable self-encouragement, Jongdae finally managed to get himself moving, walking past the automatic door into the front lobby of the beautiful glass building. He was running mostly on adrenaline and black coffee at this point, having just finished the last of his exams and essays for this semester just these past few days. But hey, at least he was running, or well, pacing, he supposed—pacing straight towards the front desk where a pretty receptionist greeting him with a practiced smile.
“Hello, how may I help you?” the woman asked politely to the slightly flustered teenage boy who obviously stood out in a place like this, clueless as he was.
“Uh, uh,” he started unintelligibly, shaking his head slightly to himself to try and focus enough to piece together a full sentence. “I wanted to—no, wait, uh, can y-you—er, I mean, i-is, uhm, a guy—I-I was wondering if you could, uh, tell me if s-someone is here? His, uh, his name is—”
“Jongdae?” Well .
He spun around and, lo and behold, there was Yixing (and his friends, but they weren’t so important, because the Chinese boy was wearing that black tank top again ohgod—) who stared at Jongdae with a look mixed with confusion, curiosity, and excitement, his lips turning up in a large grin as giddiness overtook all feelings of panic the Korean boy had felt earlier.
“H-hey, Xing,” he responded with an awkward little wave, cursing at himself as his voice cracked slightly. The older boy walked up to him slowly, smile still on his face as his friends stayed behind and watched the scene with unveiled curiosity.
“What are you doing here, ‘Dae? Not that I’m not happy to see you or anything, but you never drop by,” Yixing questioned, making sure to pull the other boy into a quick hug as he spoke. There was no time for a reply, however, because as soon as the pair pulled away, one of Yixing’s friends—or well, fellow trainees, Jongdae supposed—stepped up, tapping the Chinese boy on the shoulder to grab his attention.
“Sorry, Lay, but we’re gonna be late for practice if we loiter,” the girl said, and Jongdae suddenly felt guilty. He was disturbing Yixing’s schedule, he knew that, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t wish they could talk a little longer.
Before he could just brush everything off and leave for the day, however, Yixing was speaking again, glancing back at his friend first, “, you’re right,” before turning back to Jongdae to speak. “Listen, ‘Dae, you’re done with all those big tests and stuff right?” At the other’s hesitant nod, he continued, “Then stay behind for a bit and watch me practice.” The request came to a bit of a shock to Jongdae, and that surprise must have shown on his face, because Yixing continued, “C’mon, please? Anri’s not even in for the rest of the week, right?”
“Yeah, I guess… but Jongin and Sehun…” he protested weakly.
“They’ll be fine; you don’t need to baby them so much!”
It had taken a few more lines of rushed persuasion—rushed, because Yixing’s friends were pushing them to hurry up, seeing as they were running late already—before Jongdae gave in and accepted it and later, 30 minutes into the practice, boy did he ing regret it. Not because he was bored or anything—how could he possibly be? Yixing was amazing… he was just, well, too amazing. Every action, every sequence, every movement was carefully placed out and executed, with a grace not unlike Jongin and Sehun when they danced. It was really the only time the two brothers took themselves seriously, but when they did, it was one of the most beautiful things ever seen. And now, here Jongdae was in a room of people just like Jongin and Sehun, with Yixing at the center, his skills above and beyond all of theirs combined—it was overwhelming, to say the least.
(Those hip s weren’t good for his heart, either.)
“Alright, Lay, Mina, pair time!” A voice called out amid the flurry of the different routines, and Jongdae snapped his head over to Yixing, who was standing by the girl from earlier, his front quite close to her back with one of his hands resting on her hips. They were both staring directly in front of them, at their reflections, and barely seconds later, they were moving.
Jongdae could barely control the flush that rose to his cheeks as he watched the extremely sensual routine. The pair were dancing to a remixed version of the song “Now” by popular duo JS and Hyuna, or Troublemaker, as they were called. The original song and choreography in and of themselves were already quite suggestive, and the choreography for this remixed version just worked entirely off of that. Body rolls, hip s, roaming hands, hints of grinding and almost-kisses as the entire dance screamed .
Amidst his awe and slight excitement from seeing the pair, or well, mainly just Yixing, dance so sensually, Jongdae felt a twinge of jealousy run through his veins as he continued watching. They were both brilliant, yes, and he could appreciate that, but seeing Yixing so intimate with someone else… it struck a bit of a chord for him. The reasonable part of his mind was practically screaming at him, calling him irrational for being jealous over a choreographed routine, especially since he and Yixing were nothing official, but that scolding quickly turned into just insecurity. The Chinese boy looked quite good with Mina… they really did suit each other physically, and also likely mentally and emotionally, seeing how comfortable they were with each other doing this. It was unlikely, it was hasty thinking, it was downright ridiculous for him to think this way, but Jongdae couldn’t control the little demons in his mind and the words they were sprouting…
…Could he really be good enough for Yixing?
Loud cheering broke his concentration and pulled him from his thoughts, as the group of trainees cheered for finishing the routine successfully. They had been practicing sections of this routine for the past half an hour, and likely at earlier practices as well, but this was the first time they had done the entire routine it seemed, with all of their group, pair, and individual sets put together and synced properly. And the dance between Yixing and Mina was the final one.
“So? What’d you think?” Yixing was on him immediately, bright grin back again as he looked down at the flustered Jongdae.
“I-it was great!” the Korean male forced out, pushing back all his earlier thoughts to pull a bright smile onto his face. “You guys are ridiculously good.” Yixing chuckled at that, ruffling his hair a little sheepishly at the compliment.
“Thanks, ‘Dae,” he responded sweetly. “Let’s just hope our evaluators think so too.”
“I’m sure they will—you guys are amazing.” And he meant that, but as his previous insecurities kept threatening to surface, Jongdae found himself struggling to maintain his smile, with the ends of his lips flickering between curled up and down without his permission. Thinking fast, Jongdae quickly said, forcing his voice to take on a light tone, “Sorry, though, I think I need to head back—Jongin and Sehun may try cooking if I leave them hungry for too long, and I don’t want the house to burn down.” Yixing blinked, surprised at the sudden statement, but nodded in understanding.
“Can’t have that, now can we?” he agreed with a gummy smile, before bring his arm around to rest his hand on Jongdae’s opposite hip. “C’mon, I’ll walk you out.” Flushed at the sudden skinship and not trusting himself to think of a good excuse against it, Jongdae complied.
In all honesty, practically every thought he had had about the dance had been tucked away within the past hour and a half, buried within the deep recesses of his mind as more current thoughts took its place—thoughts of pride, of awe, of insecurity, of jealousy. Watching Yixing dancing, watching Yixing choreographing, watching Yixing just being in his element had taken all earlier worries and concerns out of his mind and simply replaced them with new ones. Really, he probably would’ve been content to just forget about the dance, at least until he was back at home, away from the awe-inspiring Chinese boy who constantly muddled his thoughts and took his breath away. Sure, Kris would have a fit—Jongdae would likely never hear the end of it from the spirit—but he could live with that. Probably.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Yixing said once they were outside the building.
“You already did,” Jongdae teasingly replied, but he gestured for the man continue regardless.
Of course, could Jongdae ever really forget about anything when Yixing was involved?
“Well… it’s just…” the other boy started hesitantly, and Jongdae stopped to look over at him. If there was anything Yixing wasn’t, it was hesitant. What was wrong? “This may be weird to ask now and all, but… I mean… w-was there a reason you came today?”
“…Huh?” the Korean boy responded dumbly, still inwardly mulling over the other’s strange change of mood.
“Don’t get me wrong—I really loved having you around!” Yixing almost sounded frantic as he spoke, pulling his hand from Jongdae’s hip to raise his hands in a non-threatening, passive gesture. “But… you never really took me up on the offer ‘til now… was there any reason?”
Oh… oh.
A flush came to Jongdae’s face as the thought of his original plan flooded his mind. Frantically, not wanting to seem any stranger than he probably already did, and also not wanting to hold Yixing up from practice any further, he reached into his messenger bag. After a little bit of searching, he pulled out a crumpled flyer—the one made for their school’s dance. It was cheesy in every way possible, from the awkwardly photoshopped designs and border, to the Microsoft WordArt writing, but what else could he expect from high school students?
Quickly, and not meeting the other boy’s eyes, Jongdae quickly shoved the flyer towards Yixing, who took it with a puzzled gaze and a questioning noise in the back of his throat. Jongdae didn’t give him time to get a full question out, quickly muttering out his half-assed explanation.
“My school has a dance… uh, come I guess if you want I don’t know it’s up to you if you’re busy I get it it’s just uh it’dbereallyniceifyoucouldgowithmeokaygottagobye.” And with those words, Jongdae was turning on his heel and power-walking—he would not run, thank you very much, he was no anime protagonist—away from the boy, tripping over himself multiple times along the way, but never turning back to acknowledge Yixing’s requests for him to wait.
It was only when he got home, the door to his bedroom slammed shut behind him safely away from Jongin and Sehun—he had given up on trying to avoid Kris, the man was just perpetually there—that he realized that his bag had been open.
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“You’re an idiot, you know that? A grade-A imbecile,” Kris deadpanned two days later after the event, as soon as Jongdae caved and finally told him everything that had happened. It was a surprise that the other hadn’t been watching, but Jongdae wasn’t about to mention it and plant the idea in the dragon spirit’s head. If Kris was suddenly deciding to respect his privacy, he wasn’t going to go against that.
“How ‘bout you just off, okay?” Jongdae snapped, his voice muffled by the pillow he was currently stuffing his face in. It was approximately an hour before the dance, and all he wanted to do was curl into a ball and do nothing forever.
“C’mon, don’t you think he at least deserves a response?”
“He can get one later, then!”
“Jongdae are you ing kidding me—”
“ off grandpa!”
It was true, Yixing had tried to contact him. He called a couple times, but he knew how much Jongdae didn’t like using his phone, so, like the understanding person he was, didn’t try to spam him or anything. He had sent a text, a short message of: “Can we talk?” It was curt and simple, but those three words ran shivers down Jongdae’s spine whenever he read them. He ed up, he knew he did, and now he didn’t know what to do. For god’s sake there was a reason he didn’t try the whole romance thing for so long—he’s just not good at it!
“Alright, get the up you whiny little .” Those words were the only warning Jongdae had before he was being roughly yanked up by the back of his shirt and all his limps by Kris’s weird magic rope thing.
“Dude what the f—”
“I’ve had enough of your mopey ; you’re gonna go out to that dance and I swear you’re going to ing kill it if it’s the last thing I do for you.” Before Jongdae could even try to protest, Kris continued. “I’ll be back in five minutes, and you’re not going anyway, you hear me?”
And with that, Kris vanished, not taking his weird- tentacle things with him.
“… you.” Jongdae muttered to himself, half-hearted trying to pull at the magic forcing him into a upright sitting position, knowing it would be pointless with Kris’s power but still not entirely willing to admit defeat right then and there.
Sighing to himself, he looked over to his phone, thinking about these past few weeks. Yixing was lovely—more than that, he was just downright amazing. He was kind, open-minded, patient, driven, ambitious, and so many other things that Jongdae admire in a person. He made everything so easy, so fun, so simple, as though there were no consequences, good or bad, that could keep them from enjoying life when they were together. He took Jongdae’s breath away with his blinding smiles and ridiculous charisma, but immediately replenished it with his caring attitude and dorky personality.
Of course, he felt terrible for just rushing out like he did, but honestly, what could he do? He was barely secure enough in his own thoughts, constantly unsure of what to do and where to go. And yet, he wanted to be with Yixing? The steady, persistent, determined Yixing who always seemed know how to handle things? He’d be an ill suit for him, for the man working so hard from the bottom to build everything—his career, his relationships, his life. Meanwhile Jongdae still struggled tying his shoelaces sometimes.
Yet, despite all his worries and fears, Jongdae couldn’t help but let his mind wander off, indulging his subconscious dreams of what their relationship could be. Dates somehow squeezed into their hectic schedules. When they were rushed, small, fluttering kisses would dance across their lips like butterflies. There could be days dedicating to improving Yixing’s Korean, or teaching Jongdae Mandarin. From the coziness of the Chinese boy’s small apartment, beautiful melodies would leak through the walls, their duets carrying across all planes of life while they were entirely enraptured in each other.
“Hm, this shouldn’t be too hard, I think.” A voice snapped Jongdae out his thoughts, and he lifted his head to see a tall, unfamiliar figure standing right in front of him, the man’s eyes wandering all over his body. “Did you have to hold him down so forcefully though, Fan? He’ll bruise.”
“He wasn’t cooperating, okay?” Kris entered the picture, quite a bit more disheveled than he had been before he left, his crisp, perfect features drawn in, almost to an awkward pout.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, you can leave now,” the man said dismissively, barely glancing at Kris before looking back to Jongdae. “Well, let’s get you ready, shall we?”
“…Who the you are you?” Jongdae questioned bluntly. Maybe at a different time, he would’ve been careful about how he spoke, but at this point, he really didn’t give a . Luckily, neither the mystery man nor Kris seemed to care, with the latter snorting to himself and the former just smiling.
“Guardian time spirit of this plane of existence and overseer of human affairs, interactions, and consequences, Zitao here,” the man drawled proudly, and Jongdae could see Kris rolled his eyes and scoffing. “But you can call me Tao!”
“O…kay…?” At this point, Jongdae had seen enough freaky that he really just didn’t give a anymore. “And why are you here, exactly?” Zitao grinned at this.
“To make you look amazing, of course! We can’t have you going to the dance and wooing Yixing when you look so sloppy like that. It’d be a crime!” Jongdae was about to protest being called sloppy, but quickly realized he had done little but sleep, eat, and do chores the past two days. He vaguely tried to remember if he had showered at all lately.
Before he could say anything more to protest, to question, to do literally anything, Kris was vanishing out of the room, taking his weird magic rope with him and freeing Jongdae from his captivity. Little did he know that he’d be going from one form of restriction to another, because barely seconds later, he was being dragged over to his desk, forced to sit down at the chair, and bombarded with a flurry of makeup and hair styling products.
What the had he gotten himself into now?
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“…took him half a millennium to forgive me for that—which is a record, seeing as my dad’s like the chillest frost spirit you’ll ever meet, I swear. Eventually though, he realized that me being with Yi Fan was a lot better for his status and my future than me being with the dude he arranged for me to be with. Now both him and mom want us to go through the bonding rituals, but it all just seems so fast, y’know?”
“…sure.” Zitao sighed at the lackluster response.
“God, you’re a worse talker than Fan,” he complained, as he stepped away from Jongdae’s chair, setting his brush down and clapping in excitement. He was practically squealing, calling his boyfriend back in. “Ooooh you look so good! I think I’ve outdone myself this time, really!” Zitao exclaimed as Kris walked back into the room, wolf-whistling at Jongdae, who really just wanted to rub his eyes and change out of this ing monkey suit.
“He actually looks decent for once!” Kris added on, a teasing smirk on his face. Jongdae was so tempted to jab him straight in the center of his perfect face, and he probably would’ve, if Tao wasn’t there to kill him if he got bloodstains on his pristine white dress shirt or smudged his makeup at all.
“Remind me again why I’m going to this ing thing?” Jongdae grumbled, more to himself than the others, but Tao answered anyway.
“Because you have a hot Chinese boy to woo, duh!” he sing-songed, and Jongdae absently wondering if it was possible to kill a spirit.
“And what makes you think he’s even going to be there? Besides, I doubt I’m even allowed to go,” Jongdae shot back, but Tao just waved him off.
“Of course, he’ll be there, don’t be stupid child.” Okay, Jongdae was not a child— “And it’s alright, I charmed your step-mom, she’ll probably be comatose all night.”
…wait, what?
“Did you seriously knock Anri out—”
“Okay, time to go!” Kris interrupted quickly, none-too-gently grabbing his arm as Tao waved at the two.
“Have fun, Jongdae, go catch yourself a y man!” Tao called out, and the Jongdae had no chance to say anything after that, because just a second later, his body, mind, and reality was warping right in front of his eyes. Everything was coming together in a moment of both clarity and blurriness, of freedom and constriction, of flight and stillness.
And then it stopped and he was just really ing dizzy.
“Okay, hurry up, you’re just on time to be fashionably late—woah, you okay?” Kris turned to see Jongdae curled over, about to hurl. “Oh wait… you haven’t teleported before have you?”
“Wha…what sort of… ing question is that..?” Jongdae spat out, panting as he glared at the dragon spirit, who was just grinning sheepishly.
“Sorry?” Jongdae rolled his eyes, straightening up and dusting himself off as he looked around them. They had ‘teleported’ just one street over from where his school was, and surprisingly enough, the area was pretty empty. At least, empty enough for no one to realize that they had just appeared in the middle of the road.
“Right, well I’m out,” Kris said suddenly, and Jongdae turned to face him, only to be met with nothing as the man had already left.
“What the f—”
“Yo, Chen!” a voice called out, and he looked over to see Chanyeol running up to him, Kibum and Jonghyun trailing behind him. “Hey, you don’t look like for once!”
“Where the have you been lately?” Jonghyun added after he and Kibum caught up to them. “You’ve been ditching choir for like a week.”
“You never miss choir,” Kibum chimed in. “…Or come to these things. What gives?” Jongdae swallowed, entirely not ready to deal with questions.
“Well, uh… I… I just—” he started, but was quickly cut off.
“Wait!” Chanyeol exclaimed, and Jongdae did not like that glint in his eyes. “I know what’s going on… Jongdae’s got a guy!”
Well .
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It took him a while, but he had finally been able to escape the wrath of his friends.
God, his friends. The second Chanyeol mentioned the possibility of him having a boyfriend, Jongdae was being triple-teamed. It was like a switch—one second, everything was going well enough, and the next, he was in interrogation station. Questions were being shot off left and right, from “how did you two meet” to “he’s here isn’t he which one is it show us c’mon show us” to “have you ed yet how hot is he answer us already.”
Needless to say, anywhere was better than being around them, even being around hundreds of greasy- high schoolers trying to dance as dirtily as they could without getting reprimanded by the chaperones and teachers swarming the poorly-decorated auditorium. At least here, he could stick to the wall near the ‘refreshments’ table, away from the speakers blaring ear-popping techno music. Everyone was so busy with themselves, no one would even look over at him, let alone try to actually talk to him and pull him towards the dance floor. Chuckling to himself, he reached over to grab a chocolate cupcake from a cute decorative tray. Kris and Tao could force him to come to place and dress him up as much as they’d like, but there was no way he’d actually do —
“Jongdae?”
—Or not.
An arm grabbing his forearm accompanied the voice, and as Jongdae slowly, begrudgingly lifted his head, he was met with eyes he had gotten to learn very well over the past few weeks. , he would so go for being interrogated by his friends over this right now.
“X-xing!” he exclaimed as suddenly he was being dragged away without another word. Yixing didn’t say anything, only looking back once to make sure his grip on Jongdae’s arm wasn’t slipping. They didn’t stop until they were out of the auditorium, away from the dance, near the side of the school where no one was.
“Why didn’t you message back?” Yixing asked just seconds after they stopped, giving no time for awkward silences. Jongdae had barely processed the question before the other boy was continuing. “Is it something I did? Did I say something wrong? Or was it something I didn’t say? I’m sorry, I’m not always the most eloquent with my words and I know I don’t always know how to handle certain situations and I may not be the most direct person but I really didn’t mean to offend you or hurt you at all please believe me oh god I’m so sorry—”
“Yixing!” Jongdae nearly yelled, immediately cringing at the loudness of his own voice in the otherwise silent, abandoned area. Only dull and muffled sounds of voices and dance music accompanied their conversation.
“…Sorry,” Yixing muttered, giving the other boy a sheepish smile and half-heartedly laughing in an attempt to lighten the conversation he made serious. Jongdae sighed, still not sure what to do.
“I… Just… I mean, I didn’t mean… ugh…” Neither of them were made for this, were they? It was Yixing’s turn to sigh now, and he let his hand, still on Jongdae’s forearm, slide down, taking the other boy’s hand slowly, as though any less of a delicate of a touch would hurt it.
“Can I just ask one question?” he asked quietly, and Jongdae, unsure of what to say, just nodded. Suddenly, Yixing was stepping forward, coming so close that their chests were nearly touching, their connected hands held together between them. Jongdae flushed, not only at the close proximity, but at the intense stare Yixing was giving him, looking nowhere but right into his eyes. “What are we?”
‘You tell me,’ was the response right on Jongdae’s tongue, and he was barely able to hold back from letting it slip. To be honest, he still had no idea. He certainly hadn’t expected the Chinese boy to actually come, but was that enough? He could just be here for answers, not actually for Jongdae. On the other hand, he was willing to take time out of his ridiculous schedule to just to come see him and come to this stupid ing dance, without even knowing if Jongdae would be here… that had to mean something, right?
But how could something fall into place this well? It all felt like some strange fairytale, and his friend’s “Chenderella” jokes immediately came to mind as he wondered if Yixing could really be his Prince Charming.
“… I don’t know,” he said finally, and he felt Yixing’s grip tighten a bit. “I mean… look, I’m new to this whole thing, and I know I’m not the best at dating and all, but I always figured that there was something… some aspect of… I don’t know, making it official? But I didn’t know how to do that, didn’t know if I should do that. Like, you’re so busy, do you even have time to date? Or did you even want to date me? I know we have practically completely opposite schedule, what with my school and all, but I think we made it work?”
“I think we did too,” Yixing said suddenly, and suddenly a hand was cupping his face. Jongdae jumped at the sudden extra contact, looking back up at Yixing—when did he look away?—to see the other boy smiling softly. “Hey, Jongdae?” He gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from Yixing’s warm ones.
“Y…yeah?”
“Why don’t we try out being boyfriends, huh?”
“…I think I’d like that.” Jongdae almost laughed at the sheer drama of all of this, yet somehow, he loved it all. And then suddenly, Yixing’s lips were pressed against his, and , maybe things were going to be fine.
Maybe Jongdae’d be able to make it through the night without getting too embarrassed by his friends analyzing and interrogating Yixing the second they stepped back into the auditorium again. Maybe Jongdae’d be too happy to get annoyed at Kris and Tao cheering about their ‘victory.’ Maybe Jongdae could just be pleasantly surprised and slightly flattered when Yixing would sheepishly admit that he figured out where to go by using a crumpled up flyer Jongdae had left with him, only to be promptly embarrassed again as Jonghyun started screaming about how the flyer was “Chenderella’s glass slipper!” Maybe they’d get up tomorrow morning, and things would still be fine. Maybe Jongdae would start helping Yixing with his compositions while the other boy taught him to dance in return. Maybe they’d find ways to plan their schedules so they could be together as much as physically possible, even if it was just with fluttering kisses under the moonlight. Maybe they would be able to make it work, no matter all the obstacles facing them.
Maybe a bit of his life could be a fairytale.
AFF's editor is so i lost my original author's notes back when this was just all one chapter
so i guess i'll just say this: hope you enjoyed it! i'm not the best at fluffy fics, but i hope this was still a nice read haha
if you're interested in some of the other fics I've written, here are a few:
so i guess i'll just say this: hope you enjoyed it! i'm not the best at fluffy fics, but i hope this was still a nice read haha
if you're interested in some of the other fics I've written, here are a few:
Everything's More Fun In Pairs—LayChen
To Belong—XiuChen
Between the Sun and the Moon—SuLay
Pastel Kisses—SuChen
To Belong—XiuChen
Between the Sun and the Moon—SuLay
Pastel Kisses—SuChen
aight that's it for now, peace out y'all
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