A/N: I'm sorry. I hated the way I planned Yixing's house out so I went back and changed it. It's completely different. If you don't care about how his place looks, then you don't have to reread it. Also I started the blog for this story. I put the layouts for both of their apartments in it so if you're like me and need visuals, you can go there and see the layouts. I'll go back and change Wufan's apartment description in chapter 1 after i post the actual 3rd chapter. Sorry for switching it up on you guys. 

Wufan leaned against the counter and watched as Yixing walked around, putting away the groceries like it was his own kitchen. Wufan couldn’t help but think Yixing looked like he belonged here.

When he was done putting the groceries away, Yixing sighed in contentment before looking for some pots and pans. Wufan looked down at the floor when Yixing narrowed his eyes at him, “You don’t have pans.”

Wufan chuckled awkwardly, “Well I never thought about it.”

Yixing rolled his eyes as he headed towards the door, “Whatever.”

Wufan stared after him, mouth hanging open. Was Yixing really going to leave? All because he didn’t have anything to cook in?!

Yixing chuckled as if he could read Wufan’s mind, “I’m just going to my place to get some pots. You need to come too.”

Wufan was out of the kitchen in the blink of an eye. He didn’t have to be told twice especially if he got to see Yixing’s apartment.

They made it to his apartment and Yixing took his time, unlocking the door. Wufan was getting impatient because he knew Yixing was teasing him.

The door finally opened to a spacious living room painted in a light blue. Wufan took in everything, his eyes scanning and remembering every little detail. The living room took up the entire left side of the first floor. There was a big comfy-looking wrap around beige couch that was facing a flat screen tv that was mounted on the left wall. There was a worn looking blanket fashionably thrown over a sofa was facing away from the door. There was a closet near the front door. A dark wood little table was behind the sofa and there was an expensive looking vase on top with two smaller vases on either side of it.

To the right of the front door was a meduil sized kitchen. There was a nook that was filled with different colored pillows and cushions with a round table in front of it. The refrigerator was to the left of the door and there was a cabinet separting the fridge from the stove. Above the stove was an opening in the cabinets that held the microwave.

The ceiling was lower in the kitchen and Wufan noticed that the stairs seemed to shift above the kitchen. He noticed that there was enough room for someone to squeeze through if they were trying to come down.

The extra room across from the living room had been converted into an office. In the middle of the room sat 2 chairs facing a big desk with 4 computer screens on it.

Wufan eyed the huge computer system. It looked so hi-tech and suspiciously like an intelligent specialist’s computer. He shrugged it off, you can’t judge a book by its cover… but wait didn’t he say he was a photographer?

Yixing saw the confusion on Wufan’s face, “My dad works for a large computer company so he gave me this as a 22^nd birthday present.”

Understanding dawned on Wufan’s face as he nodded, “Aaaahhh ok.”

Lay led him back out and up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, to the left was the washroom that held a washing machine, dryer, and a large metal structure that held a rail to hang clothes, a place for an ironing board and a bunch of bins. Wufan noticed that it smelled like lavender.

There was also a loft area that held a bookshelf that reached from the ceiling to the floor and held a bunch of different things, a rectangular table with 2 chairs facing away from the big window, and a beanbag.

On the other side of the stairs was Lay’s bedroom. There was a little blue sofa that looked worn and comfortable sitting in front of a large window on the left wall. There was a big entertainment center on the wall that held the door. The opposite wall held Lay’s queen sized bed. The closet and master bathroom were to the right of the bedroom door.

The room smelled strongly of Yixing with a hint of vanilla. But Wufan wasn’t going to admit to himself that he had already memorized Yixing’s scent, only a ert would admit to that.

Next to Lay's bedroom was a set of french doors that led out to the balcony that looked over the apartment building's backyard. White curtains that stopped an inch above the floor were pulled shut to block out some light. 

When Yixing finished the tour, he led Wufan back down to the kitchen where he loaded his arms up with pots and pans. Wufan was amazed, he didn’t know there was this many different types of cooking stuff. Yixing had grabbed stirring spoons and other mini things while Wufan stood in the middle kitchen, struggling to hold onto what seemed like 15 different pots and pans.

Finally, Yixing led Wufan back out of his apartment to Kris’s. When Kris set the stuff down, Yixing shooed him out of the kitchen. “Go do something productive. You’re not going to do anything but bother me here.”

Wufan huffed as he stomped down the hall to his room. He laid down on his bed and pulled out his phone. He had a text from Luhan.

Wanna grab a beer?

Kris thought about it then decided to decline.

No thanks, I’m busy tonight

His reply came back almost immediately

Ooh you’re gonna get some!

Kris smirked as he typed.

It’s not like that, ert. Maybe next time, later.

He wasn’t expecting a reply that time

Alright man, tell the lucky lady (or guy) that we said good luck with the dragon :P

Kris actually laughed loudly at that message. Luhan was such a freak.

He tossed his phone to the side and looked at the ceiling, crossing his arms behind his head.

His phone vibrated again. It was Chanyeol this time.

Heard you were getting some tonight? ;)

Kris rolled his eyes. Leave it to Luhan to tell everyone lies.

It’s not like that, Luhan’s just a ert. I just have some business to take care of. That’s all.

Alright man, you don’t have to tell us your personal life, we won’t judge ;P

Kris sighed. Whatever, he wasn’t dealing with those horndogs.

Whatever man, you guys have fun but don’t get too drunk. Remember last time?

His phone vibrated a minute later, no doubt Chanyeol remembered.

Yes sir, appa! We said we’d never bring that up again either!

Kris chuckled as he typed his reply.

Whatever, I gotta go. Later.

Later, bro.

His phone rang a few seconds later

Oh! And remember, don’t be silly, wrap your willy!

Kris could practically hear Luhan and Chanyeol roaring with laughter. He ignored the message and looked back up at the ceiling.