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"So you’re telling me you were standing outside the door the whole time?"

"Yup."

"Oh my God, that's so embarrassing..." Joonmyun muttered, hiding his face in his hands.

"Shh baby," Yixing said, hugging a red-faced Joonmyun close, "What you said wasn't embarrassing at all. It was perfect - just like you."

Joonmyun's face lit up, and he looked at his new boyfriend with wide and sparkling eyes. Jongin scoffed, "This is gross. I’m disgusted at what I’ve created."

Yixing sent him a glare, before he looked back to Joonmyun and smiled. The two walked away hand in hand to join the others and tell them the news.

Jongin turned to Kyungsoo, frowning a little. "What on earth have I unleashed?"

Kyungsoo smiled back, "Years of love and , that's what."

"I'm starting to regret it..." Jongin sighed.

It was Kyungsoo’s turn to scoff, this time.
“You were fanboying like a little outside the door when Joonmyun was confessing, don’t think I didn’t see."

Jongin's eyes narrowed, "You never tell anyone about that, okay? You already told them enough."

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, "I know how you work babe - you don't keep our  life quiet either, and you like people to know when you've had a piece of me. I gave them what you wanted me to, plus a little extra. What's wrong with that?"

"But Yixing's going to give me so much for that" Jongin whined, "Now he knows that I bottom too!”

"Are you telling me that you're ashamed to take my ?"

"No baby, you're misunderstanding."

Kyungsoo kissed him, "There's nothing wrong with it. It doesn't mean that you're weak. It means I love you and I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel, and that you're willing to let me do that. Plus, you moan out my name more and it's y as hell,” Kyungsoo caressed Jongin’s cheek with his thumb, and looked him in the eyes, making him melt, “I love you, okay?"

Jongin broke out into his most earnest smile of the night, "I love you too baby, you know I'd do anything for you."

"Anything?" Kyungsoo asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Anything." Jongin confirmed.

"Well then, baby," Kyungsoo said seductively, Jongin’s gut filling in anticipation. "There's a whole bunch of stuff that needs cleaning in the kitchen. Can you go do it for me?"

Jongin hung his head in some sort of shame before sulking into the kitchen - Kyungsoo had got him good.

Kyungsoo noticed his boyfriend’s mood and bit back a giggle. "Don't worry hot stuff. I always make it worth your while," he winked before walking off.

Jongin smiled, skipping off into the kitchen.

Worth it.

. . .

It was 4 in the morning, and after an intense session of karaoke everyone had crashed.
Whilst most of the others found themselves on beds, Yixing and Joonmyun found themselves snuggled up together on the couch - Joonmyun occasionally pressing kisses to the back of Yixing’s neck.
How had he even managed to get with this man, Yixing wondered. How could someone as perfect as Joonmyun, with his angel smile and beautiful voice, actually want to be with him? He had so many questions to ask, but for now he was more than happy with just lying there.

He could tell that Joonmyun had fallen asleep when his kisses stopped and his hold loosened, and Yixing turned to look at his face. Unfortunately, he fell off the couch with a loud thud and woke up his sleeping prince.

"Yixing-ah! Are you okay?" Joonmyun asked, panic clear in his voice as he shot up and held out a hand.

Yixing smiled sheepishly, his pride more injured than his body could ever be. "Uhh, I'm fine..."

Joonmyun pulled him so he was yet again laying down, except this time he was facing him. Joonmyun wrapped his arms around Yixing's body, and nestled his head into the crook of his neck. Yixing had never imagined Joonmyun to be this touchy-feely, and he relished every new second of it. He wrapped his arms around Joonmyun in response, and fell in to the most relaxed and comfortable sleep he'd ever had despite the lack of room and probably awkward position. That was, until Jongin woke them up 6 hours later.

"Okay boys move out!" he yelled, banging two pots together to wake them up.

"Jongin, do you have any idea how expensive those are?” Kyungsoo cried, grabbing the kitchenware off him and returning them to their rightful place.

"Sorry babe,” Jongin slinked back, “I have a day with Kyungsoo planned ahead so I’d appreciate it if you all moved your asses and vacated this building. Immediately.”

The room grumbled in unison, all thinking they would have been able to sleep for a few hours longer at the least. However, Jongin had forewarned them, so they should have expected this much. Yixing however ignored it and snuggled further into Joonmyun, saying something about a dumb and Jongin, and how he just wanted to stay in bed with Joonmyun for the rest of his life. Joonmyun laughed - his boyfriend was the cutest thing ever when he was half asleep. He figured he should get him off the couch and home though, because Jongin was starting to get violent.

"Come on Xing-ah," he whispered, nudging him slightly, so he wouldn't fall off the couch again.

"Five more minutes," Yixing whined.

"Come on baby, I'll take you home and you can sleep there."

"But I don't wanna be away from you, and if my parents see me they'll make me go out to lunch with them. I don't wanna go." Yixing continued to whine, half asleep and extending his words.

Joonmyun smiled, his boyfriend was adorable. "I'll take you to my house then, okay?"

Yixing nodded dozily, and Joonmyun crawled off the couch and went to get their stuff, deciding to get changed in the process.
When he came back, Yixing was still as awake as he was before, and still not willing to stand up.

"Come on Yixing, we have to go or Jongin will be really angry. Everyone else left ages ago."

"But I don't wanna walk..." Yixing mumbled.

Joonmyun sighed, before coming to a decision. "Get on my back then, I’ll carry you.”

Yixing let out some sort of noise that Joonmyun assumed would have been a gasp if Yixing was thoroughly awake – just barely resembling it in his current state. "You can't do that, I'll squash you."

Joonmyun softly hit him, Yixing squawked. “Baby, you're not going to squash me. You need to eat more."

Yixing blushed, but still denied the free ride. All it took however was a pout from Joonmyun for Yixing to give in, and finally climbing on to his boyfriends back, wrapping his legs around his stomach and his arms around his front. He was still tired, and the solid sense of security he felt meant he found himself falling back to sleep almost instantly.
The last thing he heard was the voice of Joonmyun saying goodbye to Kyungsoo and Jongin, and Jongin wolf-whistling.

. . .

It took 25 minutes for Joonmyun to walk home with Yixing on his back, and even though Yixing's added weight was making things more difficult, he wouldn't have had it any other way. The two of them must have looked hilarious, Joonmyun thought - he was normally dressed, but Yixing, in his half asleep haze, had forgotten that he was wearing his cute unicorn flannelette pyjamas. He couldn't do much about it now he was passed out, either.

Finally Joonmyun got home, and pulled back the bed sheets, before carefully placing Yixing down on one side of his bed, and going to lie down on the other. The Chinese missed the warmth of Joonmyun's back, and subconsciously wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. Joonmyun smiled, before pulling the bed sheets up and snuggling into Yixing.

. . .

Yixing woke up hours later to see Joonmyun at the door smiling at him – something which he’d already noticed Joonmyun did a lot more, and boy couldn’t he deny how happy it made him.

"What time is it?" He asked, voice heavy with post-sleep fatigue.

"It's 2:45, are you hungry?"

Yixing nodded, and Joonmyun turned to leave the room.

"Wait," Yixing yelped a little too loudly, making Joonmyun jump. "I'll come with you," he said, jumping out of the bed and stumbling up to Joonmyun.

"You're too cute" he cooed, and Yixing flushed, before kissing him to shut him up.

"Gross, morning breath. Go clean yourself up - especially your teeth - and then I'll kiss you." Joonmyun said with a cheeky smile, pulling away and heading into the direction of his kitchen.

Yixing pouted before grabbing his stuff and going to the bathroom. Joonmyun wasn’t wrong.

. . .

Yixing walked out Joonmyun's bedroom, slightly disappointed that Joonmyun hadn't come to check up on him after he'd showered, but that disappointment soon disappeared when he picked up on the signature smell of pancakes, and saw a very attractive man at the stove. The Chinese waited until he’d flipped the pancake before going up behind him and hugging him from the back. Joonmyun squawked before realising who it was, and then sank down into the hug in response, getting as close to him as possible.

"I could get used to this..." Yixing sighed happily.

"You don't know how many times I’ve imagined this," Joonmyun said looking over his shoulder and smiling, "Me making you breakfast, you coming in looking all good like you do, back hugs. I can't believe it's finally happening... What have I done to deserve you?”

"Looking good, hey?" Yixing whispered in his ear, "You don't look too bad yourself. How are you even wondering how you deserve me, because I’m asking myself the same thing. Why do you even like me?"

Joonmyun flipped the last pancake onto the plate, and turned to face his boyfriend.

"Well, for starters, I like the way whenever you smile or pull a cute expression your dimple shows, I like the way that you walk, you talk, how you're constantly funny without trying, and I like the way that you laugh whenever I say something that's at least meant to be funny - even if it isn't. I like the way you play guitar and sing, and I really like the way you dance. People say that Jongin is the best, but whenever you two and Sehun have a performance I can only ever watch you. It's – it’s y as hell - the way you move. God, you’re really hot." Joonmyun said, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck when he added the last bit. "I like how even when we only started going out last night, it feels like we could do this forever. I like the way that you still wear your unicorn pyjamas that I bought you two years ago as a joke, and did I mention how much I like your body? It's amazing and you're just so beautiful and but it's not just on the outside because you are honestly one of the nicest people I've ever met and I just, really think I’m in love with you and I know it's weird to say when we only started dating yesterday but honestly I have liked you for so long and I really like how-”

Yixing could feel his cheeks growing bright red and decided that the only way to shut Joonmyun up without being rude was kissing him. Joonmyun was caught off guard, but smiled into the kiss, reciprocating happily. Yixing pulled away when he felt himself push Joonmyun up against the stove, he didn't know what he'd do if he hurt him.

"You should shut up now," Yixing mumbled, still embarrassed by what Joonmyun had been saying.

"I wasn't even half way..."

"I'm not that great baby."

"But you are to me," Joonmyun said, and Yixing opened his mouth to respond, before Joonmyun pecked him on the lips. "No disagreements, let’s eat!" he said, grabbing the pancakes and placing them on the table that he’d already been set.

Yixing eyed the table, wondering how long he’d been in the bathroom because this must have taken a while to do. Joonmyun had basically set out everything that you could dream of having on pancakes- including a can of whipped cream. Yixing looked at it curiously, before getting an idea and smirking to himself. Yixing was hot and y, Joonmyun said? Yixing would show him y.

. . .

Sitting across from his boyfriend, Yixing took two pancakes and started putting cream and maple syrup on them. So far, so good. Joonmyun didn't suspect a thing. 

Using his index finger, he swiped a bit of the cream, and looked between his finger and Joonmyun seductively. Joonmyun visibly stiffened, and kept his eyes trained on Yixing. Yixing then poked his tongue out and a tiniest bit of the cream off, making sure to get some on the corner of his mouth. He suppressed a smirk as he saw Joonmyun's solid gaze focused on his finger, before shoving his finger into his mouth and watching his boyfriend swallow nervously. Yixing had to stop himself from cracking up laughing, and decided to stare at Joonmyun while he sensually and his finger, making sure to let his tongue slip out a few times. Joonmyun was shifting uncomfortably on his seat, face turning a bright shade of crimson, and managing unsuccessfully to keep his eyes off the other boy. Yixing pulled his finger out at his mouth, and looked at Joonmyun as doe-eyed as possible, noticing Joonmyun kept on looking at his lip where he’d left cream.

"Do I have something on my face?" he asked, sounding as if he hadn't just completely purposely turned Joonmyun on.

Joonmyun opened his mouth, trying to form words. All he managed to force out was a stuttered mess, "Y-you have uhh, c-cream on your l-lips,"

Yixing faked a shocked expression, "Where?" he asked, going to the opposite side of the cream.

Joonmyun sighed in frustration. "N-no, the other s-side."

Yixing missed again, tracing everywhere on his lips except for where the cream was. Faking a sigh, he took Joonmyun's hand and led it to his lips. "Can you get it off?" he asked simply, innocence and a sparkle filling his eyes.

Joonmyun nodded, Yixing's hand still holding his. Slowly he wiped the cream off with his thumb, and went to wipe his hand when Yixing’s digits grabbed his own, pulling it to the centre of his lips and the one into his mouth, slowly off the cream and Joonmyun's finger - even when they both knew the cream was well and truly off. Joonmyun's eyes were bulging out of their sockets, and finally Yixing’s hollowed cheeks let go of his finger with a loud pop and he looked up at his boyfriend, a smirk on his face.

The smirk caused Joonmyun to snap. This had been going on too long and Yixing was getting way too much enjoyment out of it. Yixing was being a little and he knew it, and now he had to pay. Joonmyun wasn't stupid, and he knew Yixing had achieved his goal - now he had his own to deal with.

Yixing smirked even more – certain of Joonmyun’s action plan and completely okay with it. Thus he complied when Joonmyun grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, teeth and tongue clashing for supremacy. Yixing was willing to give in though, especially when Joonmyun put his thigh between his legs, making him let out a loud moan.

Joonmyun pulled away from the kiss, and let his breath gloss over Yixing's ear. "You, Zhang Yixing," he whispered, clearly riled up which only made it more seductive to the other, "Are unbelievable."

Yixing shivered, he decided he liked a ually frustrated Joonmyun.

"You can't tell me you didn't expect this." he said again, before smashing their lips together. With his leg still being between Yixing's, he moved himself so their crotches brushed, and Joonmyun confirmed his idea that Yixing was getting harder by the second. Yixing moaned, and Joonmyun took this opportunity to shove his tongue in his mouth.

Yixing thoroughly enjoyed this, but decided that Joonmyun had suffered enough and that he should do something about a not-so-little problem that he’d been having. Yixing switched their positions and accidentally brushed his hand against Joonmyun's crotch - Joonmyun letting out a loud moan in responde. The smouldering look Yixing gave him next could have meant a lot of things; but when he brushed Joonmyun's crotch again, all Joonmyun could do was moan, muttering out a “God yes,”. Yixing ped the fly of Joonmyun's jeans, and had just began to pull down Joonmyun's briefs, exposing his v-line.

Before Joonmyun’s phone began to ring.

Both wanted to cry.

"You're joking aren't you? I'm going to kill Jongin."

"Shh baby," Joonmyun panted, Yixing's hands still desperately close to his crotch, "Do you think Jongin would waste precious Kyungsoo time trying to you? Just ignore it and keep on going dammit." he said, out the last words in frustration.

"I swear Jongin would do that, let me check so I can cuss him out."

"Just hurry up so you can finish what you started." he whined, still panting and very unsatisfied.

Yixing looked at Joonmyun expectantly, taking in the entire mess that was in front of him. Joonmyun was panting and sweating and desperate and Yixing liked the sight very much.

"It's in my back pocket, you get it."

Yixing smirked, before ever-so-slowly reaching into Joonmyun's back pocket before grabbing his phone, making sure he ever-so-lightly caressed the layer separating his hand from Joonmyun’s skin, causing the Korean to shiver and whine.

That smirk, however, disappeared when Yixing saw the caller ID. "Oh my God!" he yelled, jumping apart from a startled Joonmyun, before throwing his phone at him.

Joonmyun's eyes widened when he saw the caller ID, and he pulled up his pants before quickly answering. He couldn’t not answer this. "Hey mum!" he said, as casually as possible, trying not to pant. "Yeah, I'm fine! Yixing’s over, we went for a run."

“That’s not how you pant when you run,”  Yixing mumbled, before Joonmyun winked at him.

"But why are you calling at this time, shouldn't you be asleep, it's so early in the morning over there... Oh that's nice, did you two have a good time?… Sounds nice… Yes mum, I would like to come too, but I'm happy here in Korea... Yeah, I miss you too. When are you going to come and visit? Even Yixing asks me,” he said, giggling at the last bit, while Yixing glared at him. "Mum, can we talk about this later? Not while Yixing is over, please," he said frowning, making Yixing raise an eyebrow. Joonmyun mouthed a don’t worry before paying his attention back to the phone. "Mum, why are you saying stuff like that? You're so nosy... But yeah, I do."

Yixing heard some screaming of "Who, who!?!" and thought he heard his name from the other side of the line, and a slight smile graced his face when he thought of what the question might be.

"Yeah mum, it's him," Joonmyun said proudly, beaming his angel smile.

This time Yixing heard more screaming and most definitely heard Mrs Kim saying "I knew it!” and “I knew he liked you you were so oblivious even though I told you and you should always listen to your mother Kim Joonmyun!”

Joonmyun laughed, and a slight blush covered his face. He'd already calmed from before, seeming as being -blocked by your mother is a pretty good turn off. He listened into the phone, before turning to Yixing and saying that she wanted to go on loud-speaker. Yixing nodded, he'd always liked Joonmyun's mother, them being close as Joonmyun had been one of his first friends when he transferred.

"Now, Yixing-ah," she said, "Which one of you grew balls and confessed?"

Yixing laughed, "It was your son, actually."

"Well then, I always thought it would be you, Yixing. Joonie, I would say I was proud, but you took your time," Mrs Kim said, giggling.

"Thanks mum..." Joonmyun muttered.

Joonmyun's mother ignored that last comment. "So boys, when did this happen?"

"Last night!" Yixing chimed.

"Last night..." Mrs Kim trailed of, “What on earth were you two doing when I called then, panting and everything? Not in my house, Kim Joonmyun.”

"Mum!" Joonmyun cried, his face rapidly turning red, "We went for a run!"

Yixing laughed, this was a lie they could both commit to.

"Don’t lie to me, boy!”

“Mother!”

“You know I've wondered for quite some while how this would turn out... Who tops?"

Yixing burst into a fit of laughter, and Joonmyun stood there, jaw agape and eyes wide.

"Mum! How could you ask that? We weren’t even doing anything!"

"Sure, sure," she said, and Joonmyun huffed, "No baby, I believe you, okay."

Yixing was still laughing. Joonmyun wanted to die.

"Anyway baby, I better go... I'll talk to you later though. Remember, safe no regrets, but not in my house!" She said, hanging up the phone.

"Well that killed the mood," Joonmyun muttered once he’d put his phone back in his pocket, and Yixing finally finished his laughing fit.

"Sure you want to give up after that?" Yixing said, winking.

Joonmyun shuddered, "I can't believe she said that, I'm so sorry. But not now, after talking to my mother. I can't do that."

Yixing smirked, "Well that's a shame, you were pretty desperate before."

Yixing was certain the Korean’s face was going to be red forever. "Well I'm sorry, but you made me like that."

Yixing saw through him, "Good, because it was hot as hell and I'd like to try it again sometime." he said, walking towards Joonmyun, a glint in his eyes.

"No." Joonmyun yelped, jumping away from Yixing, "Please not after what just happened, please! All because if some cream! God letting you near that should be illegal,” Joonmyun mumbled as looked towards the table, “We still haven't eaten the pancakes..."

"Oh but I can think of something else that I'd rather eat," Yixing said, looking at Joonmyun's crotch and his lips.

"Hey!" Joonmyun yelled, face getting even redder, "Stop being friends with Jongin, he’s rubbing off on you!"

“Quite frankly I am insulted and offended beyond belief.”

Joonmyun grabbed his hand, "Come on baby, let’s just eat..."

Yixing wiggled his eyebrows, Joonmyun sighed.

"The pancakes."

. . .

Joonmyun sat on the couch with his boyfriend, cuddled up under a bunch of blankets and watching his old Pokémon DVD's.
He still couldn't believe this man was his.

And what his mother had said over the phone - that was unnecessary.

"Joonmyun?" Yixing asked, snuggled into Joonmyun's stomach.

"Yes, Xing-ah?"

"Why didn't you notice that I liked you? I mean, I'm pretty sure everyone else knew..." Yixing said, mumbling slightly.

Joonmyun laughed, "Well, for a starter I thought you were straight."

"What?" Yixing said, shocked.

"Well you did only ever date girls, Yixing."

"Well yeah," Yixing spluttered, "At first it was because I thought I was actually straight... When I was a kid in China I had a girlfriend so that was all I knew. I was five, though..." he muttered. "I was never attracted to girls as such, I just thought they were pretty, so I thought I liked them, and I just hadn’t found one I was attracted to enough. But then when I realised that I'd started to like you, I tried to convince myself that I liked girls, so that's why I had lots of girlfriends."

Joonmyun pouted. Yixing started to freak out.

"No no, not because there was anything wrong with me liking you as a person, it just came as a shock to me. I mean, when you think you're straight it's kind of a bit of a shock when I suddenly saw your male face and wanted to kiss it. I thought it might have been admiration or something, so I dated more to try to prove that, I guess."

"So when did you realise you liked me? I'm curious," Joonmyun asked, pout gone and replaced with a smirk, leaning in closer.

Yixing started to get flustered, "Uhh, nearly two years ago, I think."

Joonmyun smirked even more, "Yeah, but when?"

"Joonmyun-ah, I don't remember when! It was two years ago," Yixing stuttered.

"But your blush tells otherwise,"

"Okay! But it's lame so don't laugh at me. For a few weeks beforehand I felt different towards you but I couldn't figure it out. Finally it happened when you had the singing performance with Baekhyun and Kyungsoo and you sung Angel. I sat there watching, and all I could do was look at you. I didn't pay attention to the other two at all. That's when I realised I liked you, and that's when I started dating more. Happy?"

Joonmyun smiled his angel smile. "Very- except about the dating bit, that hurt."

"Excuse me if I'm wrong, but you never gave me the impression that you were gay either, Mr. It hurt me too."

Joonmyun looked down, "Well that's because I wasn't prepared to ask anyone out because I knew I liked you, and most of the gay population of our school is in our friend group."

"Fair enough, but it still doesn't explain why you had girlfriends, sir."

Joonmyun sighed, "That's because I only ever dated girls who asked me out. I thought I'd give them a chance, and I didn’t want them to feel sad if I said no. They always dumped me because they didn't think I liked them as much as they liked me."

“Our Joonmyun, such a gentleman.” Yixing said, mocking him.

“It’s true! I knew if they went out with me they’d see that they didn’t want to anyway.”

Yixing laughed, “Yeah, who would want to go out with Kim Joonmyun?”

Joonmyun rolled his eyes, “Not you, obviously.”

Yixing turned around and snuggled his head into his boyfriend’s chest, “Well I do, and if anyone else wants to get you they’re going to have to go through me first. I wanted this for years and it’s mine now, forever.”

Joonmyun smiled widely at what Yixing said, “You shouldn’t worry because I don’t want anyone else but you. Who else can dance to Rania and Hyuna better than the ladies themselves?”

“Hey!” Yixing yelled, jumping off the couch and startling the heck out of Joonmyun, “I could dance better than Rania, but Hyuna? No way. Don’t insult her like that.”

“Really?” Joonmyun smirked, his lips, “Because when I saw you do Ice Cream it was much ier than when I watched Hyuna do it.”

“That’s because you’re gay.”

“You are too.”

“I’d turn straight for Hyuna.”

Joonmyun fake-gasped, “With me here?”

“You’re kidding? You thought I’d take you over Hyuna?”

“I’m hurt.” Joonmyun whined, as he stood and pretend to sulk to the next room.

Yixing chased him and wrapped his hands around his stomach from the back, resting his chin between Joonmyun’s neck and shoulder. “I’m just joking. You over Hyuna any day.”

Joonmyun chuckled, “I figured, but you’ll have to dance for me one time if you want to prove your point.”

Yixing shook his head; doing that would make him die of embarrassment.

“Yixing-ah, you’re my boyfriend. You’re not allowed to be y in front of anyone else unless I’m there or I’ve already seen it. You’re dancing for me, okay?” Joonmyun said, a smirk gracing his face.

Yixing still shook his head.

“I always preferred your dancing over Jongin’s or Sehun’s. Honestly your dancing is part the reason I am so attracted to you, but I know that at least Jongin would do a private dance for me if I asked him to…” Joonmyun trailed off.

Yixing’s eyes widened, and he struggled for words. The thought of Jongin dancing ily in front Joonmyun alone made him want to shove him in a freezer. “Okay, okay alright I’ll dance for you. Jongin can’t do that, ever.”

Joonmyun laughed, “Good. You don’t have to do it now though, it’s getting late- you should go home.”

Yixing was about to ask if he was going to be kicked out, when almost on cue, his phone rung. Joonmyun raised an eyebrow when Yixing answered with a terrified expression. It all made sense when he heard screaming down the other line.

“Yes mum, I’m coming home now… No, I’m at Joonmyun’s… I’ll explain when I get home... I’m coming now! Okay bye mum!.” Yixing hung up the phone, a pout on his face.

“That was quick…”

Yixing leant down to give Joonmyun a peck on the lips, and was surprised when Joonmyun deepened it and began to push him up against the wall.
“No.” Yixing said, voice not sounding as strong as he would have liked. “I have to go home now, mum’s having a fit because I said I’d be back by 5 and now it’s 6:30.”

Now it was Joonmyun’s turn to pout. Yixing was finding it hard to deal with this.

“We have school tomorrow; we’ll have the whole walk there to be alone, okay?”

Joonmyun’s frown lessened a bit, but still remained. Yixing pulled him into a hug and kissed his forehead, his nose, and then pecked his lips. “I’ll walk you, okay?”

Yixing smiled his dimple smile, “I’d like that.”

Joonmyun grabbed Yixing’s hand, before Yixing shook it off. “I’m carrying you because you carried me. Get on my back.”

The Korean laughed, “You serious?”

“Yup, now get on.”

Joonmyun happily obliged, and they spent the 10 minute walk in a comfortable silence until they reached Yixing’s, where Joonmyun was finally let down. It was where they kissed before Yixing skipped inside, and where Joonmyun walked back home, smiling to himself and softly singing Angel.

Because that’s what Yixing was. He was Joonmyun’s angel, and Joonmyun couldn’t be happier.

And inside the house that he was walking away from, a certain Yixing was being interrogated by his family, whilst silently thanking his dumb best friend Jongin for that game of truth or dare.

Turns out he isn’t always a idiot.

// Authors Note //

WOW I'm sorry for the ty and un-climactic ending. 
I was writing and it just kinda ended and I got confused. 

ANYWAY, I really hope you enjoyed it, and I am most certainly sorry for ing our dear SuLay ship, but I can't write the stuff :P
It was hard enough for me to write what I did okay I felt weird.

SO ANYWAY really thank you guys so so much for reading this ^-^ I got so excited when I got more subscribers and comments and you really all are the best AND I LOVE YOU A LOT <3

ANDD not to mention there will be a sequel. Which could be a negative too, if you didn't like this.
The reason for that is because originally this was meant to be a backstory for a main plot, but in the end it was too long.
But I haven't started it yet, and I have no idea when I will.
But I promise I'll do it.
Unless you guys want me to take my stupid story writing skills and bury them in a hole to never be abused again.
If so please tell me in the comments.
Plus I have a KaiSoo one which is in working, and I thought of ideas for a XiuChen one which I DIDN'T EVER ASK TO DO but I was on the train and it came to me so who knows if I'll do it or not D:
I don't really want this to be a regular thing, haha.

OKAY OKAY OKAY I'LL SHUT UP NOW.
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