“Get your up and out of bed. Now!”   Jongin groans, rolling over on his bed away from the man he has to call his best friend, “I’m not home right now.”   “Tough mushrooms,” Yixing mutters out, grabbing the younger male by the leg and pulling him completely off of his bed and onto the hard floor. Jongin has no time to respond to the nonsense that is his best friend’s brain.   “My back!” Jongin yelps, wincing as he tries to move and settle for a more comfortable position. He glares at the blonde man who’s smiling down at him happily, “You’re the devil.”   Yixing gives him an innocent look, “I thought Sehun was Satan?”   “Same thing, hyung,” the younger grumbles out, hissing when he sits up straight on the ground and rubs his back, “What do you want?” He stares at him a bit longer, “Since when did you dye your hair blonde?”   The elder gives him a pointed look, “No time. I want you to get your up and in the shower. I’m giving you a tour of all the men you could be with instead of my idiot of a friend Luhan.”   Jongin positively shrieks, jumping back into the safety of his bed, “Why would you say his name?! I’m still trying to get over him!”   The other rolls his eyes at the overdramatic behavior the younger is doing, “He broke up with you months ago and then started dating your best friend, who isn’t me. Get over it.” He doesn’t even flinch when Jongin uncovers his head and glares at him half-heartedly.   “You have no soul.”   “You reek of death. We’re even,” he suddenly spanks Jongin, earning another yelp, “Now, get in the shower. I need to show you the world.”   --   Jongin’s definitely sure he’s never seen his own face this red before as Yixing dresses him up in a loose-fitted tank and well-fitted jeans. What a combination. He adjusts the beanie on his head before whining again, “Why am I showing so much skin?” He pouts afterwards, “It’s too hot to be wearing this beanie.”   “ it up,” is all Yixing says before he’s stepping back and circling the younger to admire his work. He hums shortly afterwards, “You know. My fashion sense is nearly not as good as Luhan’s or Yifan’s.” He nods afterwards, “But I rock the casual look, so that’s what we’re going for.”   “Can you stop saying his name?!” the younger shouts out, tears threatening to form in his eyes and spill over like sad, melted ice cream on a steamy, hot day, “It still hurts.”   Yixing waves his hand dismissively in the air, grabbing his keys and backpack before making his way to the front door of the younger’s apartment, “You should be over it by now.” He smiles at him, showcasing his dimple, “Come now, my apprentice. You have much to learn and experience.”   “Why am I friends with you?” Jongin whines, pathetically dragging his feet after the other who impatiently pulls him out of the apartment and locks the door behind him. He looks back when they exit the building and whimpers at the loss of his haven for the day, “Can’t I just go back and wallow in my misery?”   “All he did,” the elder starts out, patting his friend soothingly on the shoulder as they get into his car and starts it up, blasting the AC, “Was break up with you because he lost his feelings for you, and then started dating your other best friend two months later.”   Jongin glares at the person he supposedly calls his ‘favorite hyung,’ “You’re such a douche.” Yixing promptly ignores him as they speed off in the direction the younger knows by heart by how much his ex-boyfriend used to shop, “Why are we going to the mall?” He looks over to his friend who is concentrating on driving. He sighs lightly, forgetting that Yixing can have trouble doing multiple things at once.   It takes a few minutes, and a couple more to find a suitable parking space that doesn’t require too much walking, before they’re getting out and Yixing is literally dragging Jongin behind him to get him out of the car and parking lot. “Jongin!” he yells out frustrated, turning around and glaring up at his friend, “Behave!”   “I’m not a puppy!” the younger yells back, pouting.   “Aww,” Yixing coos anyways, reaching up to rub the other’s neck affectionately, “Yes, you are.”   Jongin frowns at him as he allows himself to be tugged into the mall anyways. He really needs new best friends. “You’re such a douche.”   --   Jongin looks around in slight wonder as they pass by stores that scream ‘please, you can’t afford me, next’ and other stores that scream ‘sale, sale! Buy everything in here!’ He sighs eventually once he sees a store that also screams out ‘Luhan’s favorite store! Come in here and mope about your loss of him!’ He pouts, “Hyung. Why are we here?”   “There’s a specific store I want to take you to,” Yixing absentmindedly says, looking around the stores and window-shopping, “How long has it been since you’ve been here?”   “A century,” the other deadpans because it’s pretty much true. He hasn’t been to the large death trap of a building since before the break-up and that was about nine months ago. He sighs, seeing the not-so-conspicuous stares some of the women and men are giving him as he walks by. “People are eating me alive with their eyes,” he whispers in fear to his hyung who just waves him off.   “Have you seen yourself? They should be devouring you like they haven’t eaten in years.”   “What kind of best friend are you?” Jongin whines, watching as they slow down their walk to a Disney store.   “The best and most wonderful kind,” Yixing smiles as he pauses outside the store. "You know, Jongin," he states matter-of-factly, turning to give the younger male beside him an eye-smile, "True love is when you walk into a Disney store, bump into an Asian man, and fall in love at first sight."   Jongin just stares at the shorter male, "Hyung. Ninety-nine percent of the population in South Korea is Asian."   "No need to get into details, Jongin."   The other just sighs exasperatedly, feeling like he’s drowning in the idiocy that is his best friend, “But hyung-”   “Shh,” Yixing hushes as he grabs his hand and tugs him inside, “Wonderful things have happened in this Disney store. I swear. It’s magical.” Jongin chooses to remain silent as his eyes sweep over the interior of the store before Yixing is letting go of him and pushing him off in a random direction, “Now, don’t find a man. Just let it happen.”   Jongin seriously doesn’t know what goes on in his best friend’s head, but he complies anyways. He rolls his eyes before taking a step forward and instantly bumping into somebody. His eyes widen because Seriously? His hyung is right for once? – only to have Yixing shove him aside.   “Except him! He’s taken!”   Jongin’s brows furrow as he turns around and finally takes in the sight of the man he bumped into. His eyes widen in shock, “Junmyeon-hyung works here?”   Yixing hugs his boyfriend protectively, “Yes. This is why I know this store is magical.”   “You’re on about that again?” Junmyeon questions, brow raised as he’s letting his taller boyfriend hug him like he’s a stuffed animal.   “You let him believe this?” Jongin questions the other instead, feeling his whole world is now just made up of whatever nonsense his best friend has been living in all this time.   The other shrugs, pulling away from Yixing to simply hold his hand while he readjusts his shirt and Mickey Mouse ears, “It’s hard to not believe it when it’s worked before.”   “What?” the youngest asks, confused, “So, you’re telling me that you two started dating because you two bumped into each other here.”   “Of course,” Yixing nods before putting a finger up in the air to prove a point, “I came into this store with Zitao because he wanted to find a new panda stuffed toy to add to his collection. He bumped into Yifan-ge, and they instantly started dating. The next time, I came in here with Chanyeol because, you know, he has a thing for giraffes because he looks like one with his long neck, and ended up bumping into and getting yelled at by Baekhyun.” He smiles at Junmyeon, “The next time, I came in by myself because I was annoyed all my friends were hooking up when I bumped into Junmyeon while looking at some of the Mulan horse plushies.”   “Actually,” Junmyeon corrects, looping an arm around Yixing’s waist instead, “I bumped into him because I couldn’t see where I was going with the new shipment of toys. And then I didn’t think he actually liked me because I only go for people who smile at me first and make the first move. But we kept seeing each other after that because Baekhyun yelled at me one day saying that I was an idiot and too oblivious to realize the only reason Yixing came back into the store every day was to see me.”   “Yup,” Yixing finishes with a bright smile, “Magical.”   “Hold up,” Jongin forces out, hand up in the air to stop them from talking any more, “Question.”   “You may ask,” Yixing nods, instantly becoming understanding.

Jongin snickers as an image pops into his head, “Yifan-hyung works here?”   Junmyeon chuckles along with him, detaching himself from Yixing to go back to work, “You’d be surprised with what type of people the boss hires.” He turns to smile back at Jongin, “Yifan-hyung is the manager of the store.”   He couldn’t help it, but Jongin bursts out laughing at the newfound information. He turns to Yixing who’s nodding knowingly, “Seriously?!”   “You wouldn’t believe it,” is all Yixing says before he starts trailing after Junmyeon, “Give at least thirty minutes, and then we’ll leave.”   Jongin’s smiling at his retreating back before turning around and trying to find something to do within those thirty minutes. He pouts, looking down and lifting up a green, frilly fairy-like costume to inspect it, “That’s like an eternity.”   Forty-five minutes later, Jongin has finished picking up every single Snow White and Cinderella item that he knows, since his older sisters love them (he has no idea what that frilly-costume was), and looked at each one before placing it back down. He sighs, looking up to finally see Yixing again after disappearing for so long, “I’m in a relationship crisis, and you make out with your boyfriend while he’s on the job?” He eyes the bright pink lips matching the light pink flush spread across Yixing’s cheeks.   The other laughs breathlessly and hooks his arm with Jongin’s, “We’re coming back tomorrow.”   Jongin frowns because he knows that much is probably true. He grunts, however, when somebody bumps into him on the way out. He doesn’t have any time to pay attention to the other person though when Yixing’s relaying his plan to him for tomorrow.   --   “So, you got the plan, right?”   Jongin eyes his ‘best friend’ out of the corners of his eyes, “Yes.”   Although, he’s not exactly sure what that plan is. All he remembers is Yixing saying the words ‘don’t look,’ ‘dragons,’ ‘magic,’ and ‘stuffed toys.’ He really doesn’t know what those words mean, but he’s pretty sure he should’ve listened to the whole plan beforehand.   “Good!” Yixing claps as they walk up to the same Disney store in the mall. He takes a quick look around to see his boyfriend wearing a prince crown and smiling down at little kids. He promptly squeals before recomposing himself and shoving Jongin away from him, “Okay. You got the plan. Now make it work while I go talk to my prince.”   Jongin stumbles a step or two, quickly turning to glare at Yixing before he notices that the other is already at the other side of the store, crouching down next to the children and talking to them with his ‘prince.’ He scowls, “Of course,” before looking around to see what he can do. He glances at all the items, pouting. He doesn’t know any other Disney characters except the standard Mickey crew, Snow White, and Cinderella.   “Excuse me,” a voice calls out behind him, sounding a bit strangled.   Jongin turns around, expecting to be met with the whole ‘love-at-first-sight’ thing, only to be greeted by the Disney logo on two cargo boxes. A crease forms on his forehead in confusion before he’s quickly taking a step back when the owner of the boxes tries to take a step forward.   “Oh!” the voice exclaims, hearing him shuffle in front of the boxes, “I thought you moved away, sir. I’m sorry. Let me go around you then.”   “Um,” Jongin hesitantly says, putting a hand up to the box to stop the other, because really, the two boxes are taller than the person carrying them, “Do you need help?”   His face flushes the tiniest bit when he hears the other man laugh, “No, no. I’m okay. The boxes just look big compared to what’s inside them,” a brief pause, “If you don’t mind, I need to bring this to the back. Have a magical day!”   Jongin tries to stop the other to insist in at least helping him bring a box back to the register in front of the back rooms, but the other quickly sidesteps him and continues on his merry way, starting to whistle some unknown tune to him (although it oddly sounds like the tune the dwarves from Snow White whistled while working - but maybe he's wrong). He frowns, watching the shorter man with dark hair and a petite figure walk behind the counter and disappear from sight. Well, there goes his entertainment for now.   He walks a further bit into the store, looking down and seeing a skimpy dragon with a mustache staring back at him. Intrigued, he picks it up, turning it in his hands, “What is this?”   “That’s Mushu!” a little boy voices out beside him, startling him, “He’s from Mulan!” Jongin looks down at the little boy who’s smiling up at him with a bright smile. “He’s cool and funny!”   “Really?” Jongin questions curiously, looking back to the dragon in front of him.   “Yeah!” the kid excitedly tells him before looking around, “That really tall guy reminds me of a dragon too!”   Jongin looks at him, severely confused now, before he turns to see whom he’s pointing at. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he’s doubling over in laughter, “Him?!”   The boy looks offended, pouting and crossing his arms in front of his chest, “Yes, him!”   Jongin crouches down on the floor and smiles at the child, still chuckling, “No, no. You’re right. He does look like one.”   “Yeah, see!” the child happily says, sour mood gone. He looks around before he sees his mother looking for him too, “I gotta go, hyung!” While he’s running off, he’s shouting back, “Mushu’s cool!”   The elder laughs some more, putting the toy back and seeing Yifan’s glare directed at him from the princess outfits section before he feels a bump behind him. His laughter is cut short as he turns around to see who bumped into him. He just sees the back of what he thinks is the same person from before and small arms wrapped around his waist, the sound of a small girl laughing in front of the man. “Sorry!” the same man calls out before Jongin is suddenly being dragged somewhere else.   Jongin turns around to see who has a tight grip on his wrist only to see Yixing’s flushed face and messed up hair. He glares as they exit the store, “Again?!”   Yixing shushes him, turning around and smashing a finger onto the younger’s lips to silence him, “I may be best friends with Yifan, but with the way he was glaring at me when I came out of the back with Junmyeon, I thought it was best to leave before I got my hot boyfriend fired.” He glares at him then, “What did you do to anger Yifan?”   Jongin’s mouth falls open in surprise, “Nothing!” And then he remembers, snickering, “This one kid though told me that Mushu is cool and that the ‘really tall guy’ looks like a dragon.”   The other’s mouth falls open before rolling his eyes, letting go of his wrist to turn and walk away, assuming the younger would follow him, “I told you. Don’t mention dragons around Yifan.”   There’s a moment of silence as Jongin catches up with the elder before, “When?”   Yixing tilts his head to eye him, “Yesterday when I was relaying you the plan.” He sighs dramatically before turning back to face the front, “I knew you weren’t listening yesterday.”   Jongin pouts, feeling a tiny bit rejected, before quietly asking, “…What’s Mulan?”   “Oh my God! You don’t know what Mulan is?!”   --   Jongin’s a walking zombie as he follows a perky Yixing back to the Disney store the next day, “Hyung.” The other ignores him as he starts to hum, causing him to groan in annoyance, “Ge.”   That certainly gets the other’s attention as he turns back to smile at him, “Yes, Jongin?”   He should question why the elder made him stay up all night reading legends of Mulan, watching both movies ten times each, and teaching him all the original songs and phrases in Mandarin, but he looks down at himself and frowns, “Why am I showing so much skin again?” Stupid tank tops.   “Because we are going to do this right,” Yixing determinedly says before turning back around and quickly heading for the Disney store, “Come on, Jongin!”   Jongin always wonders why the elder treats him like a puppy.   “But hyung! If I haven’t found my ‘true love’ already, I’m sure it just means I’m not going to find love at all since he broke up with me,” Jongin pouts, stopping just outside the store to stomp his feet like a child, “I’m never going to be loved again!” He squeaks when Yixing suddenly pops up in front of him, flinching at the unexpected vision of that thing, when the elder glares at him.   “Stop whining and get in here.” Yixing pulls on Jongin’s hand, making him stumble forward again into the ‘magical’ store, before pushing him away from him, “Now remember. Don’t search.”   Jongin frowns, taking his quick chance to push the other as well, before going in search of another Disney character he has no idea of. He takes a quick look around to see Yixing pulling Junmyeon away and back into the room behind the counter before rolling his eyes, “Of course.”   “Excuse me!” a voice suddenly shouts, pushing past him as he reaches something that looks like a frog, “I’m sorry! I’m late for an appointment!”   Jongin stumbles again, eyes going wide as he turns around to see a man (who oddly looks like the same man as the day before) running out of the store carrying a small bag in hand. He frowns, “At least he said sorry,” before turning back around to see a crocodile-looking cup next to the frog.   He looks around, scowling, “I need to research more on all of this if I’m spending every day of my life in here.”   “You’ve hit the dead end of life, haven’t you?” Yifan suddenly questions, scaring the poor boy into almost knocking over everything on the shelf, “That’s from The Princess and the Frog.”   “What?!” he squeaks out, looking behind him to see the other raising a brow in question to him.   Yifan eyes him, face seemingly blank, “You’re talking to yourself.” He takes a quick glance around the store, “You want a job?”   Jongin gives a look of disgust, scrunching up his nose, “Why?”   “Baekhyun never shows up and Junmyeon is always gone whenever Yixing comes in,” Yifan explains with a shrug, purposefully leaving out that he just hired someone new, “Minseok is gone on vacation too, and there’s no way I’m hiring that annoying troll Jongdae.”   “He’s probably the best one for the job though,” Jongin reasons, looking at the uniform the other is wearing, “Do you have to be wearing Mickey Mouse ears?”   Yifan shrugs again, “They’re cute,” before nodding to Junmyeon when he resurfaces, hair tousled up, “There’s also no way I’m letting Zitao work here. He’ll get nothing done. Same with Chanyeol.” He gives Jongin a stare, “Don’t tell them I said that.”   Jongin opens his mouth about to respond when Yixing comes up to clamp a hand over his mouth, “You’re not talking about Luhan-ge or Sehun, right?”   Jongin’s eyes widen before he whines, writhing his body in protest, arms limp at his sides and swinging back and forth, “Lu Han!”   Junmyeon sighs as Yifan shakes his head in disapproval, “We weren’t. But you brought it up again.”   Yixing’s mouth falls open before he grunts, gripping Jongin’s hand and pulling him out of the store, “Dang it, Jongin. Find somebody already!”   --   Junmyeon stares disapprovingly as Jongin writhes on his couch while Yixing’s making them dinner, “Jongin.”   “No,” Jongin whines, covering his face with a pillow as he writhes some more, “Nobody will love me!”   “Luhan-hyung dumped you years ago.”   “You’re worse than Yixing-hyung!”   “I bet you’ll like Tangled,” Junmyeon suddenly states, causing the younger to remove the pillow from his face, eyes watering.   “What?”   Junmyeon just nods knowingly, moving from standing in front of him to go in search of their Disney DVD collection, “Yeah. Tangl