step eight: create skinship opportunities

“He’s going to do it, trust me,” Yixing stated, leaning his head on Wufan’s shoulder, and playing with the latter’s hand.

Wufan rolled his eyes. “No he isn’t,”

A small smile played on Yixing’s lips as he looked up at Wufan. “Want to bet on it?”

There was an awkward moment of silence, before Wufan nodded. “How much?”

Yixing pursed his lips, “Fifty,”

“Deal,” Wufan replied. “So do we provoke him, or not?”

Yixing rolled his eyes. “Of course we do, dumb.”

“Hey,” Wufan said in a warning tone. Yixing didn’t respond, and just leaned back against WUfan, nuzzling his neck. It took him a moment to realized that Yixing was just starting their little plan. He directed his eyes towards Luhan as his left hand played with Yixing’s hair.

Surely enough, Luhan was staring back at the pair, fuming and trying to come up with a new plan. Clearly, showing Minseok his shrine was a bad idea. He examined Wufan and Yixing, who were cuddling on the other couch, whispering things into each other’s ears. Luhan assumed it was sweet nothings, but if he could really hear them, he would know that they were talking about their bet.

Minseok was carefully carrying a cup of coffee, and about to sit down next to Luhan, when Luhan’s next scheme began developing in his mind. Skinship. He was the best at that stuff, and making a competition of skinship against Yixing and Wufan, was the best thing ever. He waited until the older male was seated, and then pulled him into his lap.

Flustered, Minseok flailed, “Luhan! What are you doing?”

Luhan kept his eyes on Wufan and Yixing, who gave each other knowing looks. Luhan wrapped his arms around the shorter male, and nuzzled against him.

“I’m cuddling with you,”

Minseok made a face. “What?”

“I’m cuddling with you,” Luhan repeated, as he continued to nuzzle the other’s neck. Minseok shivered, and inched away awkwardly.

“Uhm.. Luhan...” Minseok started.

“Hmm?” Luhan inquired. Zitao and Jongdae pushed themselves in the room, both gagging when they saw Yixing sitting in Wufan’s lap, whispering stuff in his ear.

“Hey, Minseok gege!” Tao called. “Want to go get some ice cream with me and Jongdae gege?”

Minseok abruptly slid off Luhan’s lap.

“Yes, please!”

Luhan narrowed his eyes at WUfan, who handed Yixing a fifty. "WHat's that for?"

"Nothing," Yixing sang, as he slid of WUfan's lap and scurried off to his room. Wufan looked over at Luhan.

"I guess we were both ditched,"

Plan eight; failed. He ran away, Lulu. Again.

Author's Comments

Unedited. Hehehe sorry~ ^^"

Kray's back to betting~

And Minnie's making a habit of running away. xDD

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~Yii