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kris/yixing
pg, 800 words
"yixing is jealous of alpaca-chan u____u (and kris finds this endlessly amusing and likes that he finally gets to tease yixing abt something)"
thatdayismine ♥kris/yixing
pg, 800 words
"yixing is jealous of alpaca-chan u____u (and kris finds this endlessly amusing and likes that he finally gets to tease yixing abt something)"
“You know,” Yixing sighs. “For someone who is theoretically a grown man, you are pretty preoccupied with that thing.” He props his chin up on a hand and looks over at Yifan, an amused smile on his face.
Between them, on the couch, sits Ace, Yifan's prized alpaca plushie. Since he got it from the fans, Yifan has been taking it everywhere. Part of it, Yixing knows, is for the fans. Yifan likes to make them happy, and the way that they'd screamed when he'd carefully placed his frames on the plushie's face had made him bite back a smile.
Part of it, though, definitely isn't. When they leave for a flight, Yifan delicately tucks the plushie under his covers, and when they're home, sometimes it ends up in the kitchen when they're making dinner. And right now, late at night, in the middle of their dorm, where they can't be seen, the stuffed alpaca is between them, carefully situated to face forward. “I don't know what you mean,” Yifan replies.
It's irritating, because Yifan is genuinely not paying any attention to him. He's got one long arm stretched across the back of the couch behind the stuffed toy like it was his date, and he's focused on the drama they'd turned on. It's a little frustrating.
“I'm sure,” Yixing says, a bit exasperated, and something about the tone of his voice has Yifan turning to eye him.
“You don't like Ace?” he asks slyly.
The smug little smile on his lips makes Yixing roll his eyes. “No,” he says stubbornly. He settles back on the couch and exhales through his nose. When he crosses his arms over his chest, he sees Yifan's smile broaden, and he scowls. “What?”
“He's a plushie,” Yifan says patiently, like Yixing is the one being weird, and he hasn't been toting around a stuffed animal for weeks. He can feel his ears getting hot.
Yixing scowls. “Thank you for clarifying,” he says. He turns back to the TV, determined to end this conversation.
Yifan has other ideas, though. A few seconds later, Yixing feels the brush of fingertips across the sensitive skin of his neck. He yelps and ducks, slapping his hands protectively around his throat to prevent further attacks. “You're jealous of a plushie,” Yifan gloats.
“Well,” Yixing tells him, still leaning out of Yifan's range. “I would have thought it would take you at least a year after debut before you lost your mind. You're ahead of schedule.”
Yifan follows him, grinning, pleased. “You're still my favourite,” he assures Yixing, and even as Yixing narrows his eyes, warmth floods his chest.
“I'm not jealous of a stuffed alpaca, I'm worried about your sanity.” He wrinkles his nose as Yifan splays one of his big hands across his hip, thumb brushing against the strip of skin exposed just below the hemline. “There are only so many interviews I can do playing off your fixation on children's toys as funny, you know.” He wants to grumble about Yifan making him do all the heavy lifting in those things but Yifan is sliding up between his legs and brushing his nose against his.
“You're a comedian,” Yifan says. “In the wrong business.” Yixing relents, shifting to settle his arms around Yifan's neck.
“You're holding me back,” Yixing agrees, leaning up to catch Yifan's mouth in a soft, leisurely kiss. One hand finds its way to tangle in Yifan's hair, just holding him close.
After a few seconds though, Yifan pushes him away. “Hold on,” he says, pulling Ace out from between them.
Yixing covers his face with his hands and laughs, his head tipping back over the arm of the couch. “Really?” He can't even bring himself to be annoyed, because the image of big Yifan carefully rescuing his prized plushie is just too much.
“What?” Yifan asks, and Yixing just shakes his head, climbing to his feet.
“I'm going to sleep,” he says, and Yifan glances from the stuffed alpaca in his hands and then up at Yixing again, clearly considering. Yixing snorts and rolls his eyes. “Better put the kid to bed.”
He reaches the door to his room before he feels the gentle touch of a hand on his back and when he turns around, Yifan is smiling down at him and Ace is carefully set on the table, out of harm's way. “Good choice,” Yixing says, opening the door.
“Debatable,” Yifan tells him, smirking. He gets an elbow to the gut for his trouble.
Between them, on the couch, sits Ace, Yifan's prized alpaca plushie. Since he got it from the fans, Yifan has been taking it everywhere. Part of it, Yixing knows, is for the fans. Yifan likes to make them happy, and the way that they'd screamed when he'd carefully placed his frames on the plushie's face had made him bite back a smile.
Part of it, though, definitely isn't. When they leave for a flight, Yifan delicately tucks the plushie under his covers, and when they're home, sometimes it ends up in the kitchen when they're making dinner. And right now, late at night, in the middle of their dorm, where they can't be seen, the stuffed alpaca is between them, carefully situated to face forward. “I don't know what you mean,” Yifan replies.
It's irritating, because Yifan is genuinely not paying any attention to him. He's got one long arm stretched across the back of the couch behind the stuffed toy like it was his date, and he's focused on the drama they'd turned on. It's a little frustrating.
“I'm sure,” Yixing says, a bit exasperated, and something about the tone of his voice has Yifan turning to eye him.
“You don't like Ace?” he asks slyly.
The smug little smile on his lips makes Yixing roll his eyes. “No,” he says stubbornly. He settles back on the couch and exhales through his nose. When he crosses his arms over his chest, he sees Yifan's smile broaden, and he scowls. “What?”
“He's a plushie,” Yifan says patiently, like Yixing is the one being weird, and he hasn't been toting around a stuffed animal for weeks. He can feel his ears getting hot.
Yixing scowls. “Thank you for clarifying,” he says. He turns back to the TV, determined to end this conversation.
Yifan has other ideas, though. A few seconds later, Yixing feels the brush of fingertips across the sensitive skin of his neck. He yelps and ducks, slapping his hands protectively around his throat to prevent further attacks. “You're jealous of a plushie,” Yifan gloats.
“Well,” Yixing tells him, still leaning out of Yifan's range. “I would have thought it would take you at least a year after debut before you lost your mind. You're ahead of schedule.”
Yifan follows him, grinning, pleased. “You're still my favourite,” he assures Yixing, and even as Yixing narrows his eyes, warmth floods his chest.
“I'm not jealous of a stuffed alpaca, I'm worried about your sanity.” He wrinkles his nose as Yifan splays one of his big hands across his hip, thumb brushing against the strip of skin exposed just below the hemline. “There are only so many interviews I can do playing off your fixation on children's toys as funny, you know.” He wants to grumble about Yifan making him do all the heavy lifting in those things but Yifan is sliding up between his legs and brushing his nose against his.
“You're a comedian,” Yifan says. “In the wrong business.” Yixing relents, shifting to settle his arms around Yifan's neck.
“You're holding me back,” Yixing agrees, leaning up to catch Yifan's mouth in a soft, leisurely kiss. One hand finds its way to tangle in Yifan's hair, just holding him close.
After a few seconds though, Yifan pushes him away. “Hold on,” he says, pulling Ace out from between them.
Yixing covers his face with his hands and laughs, his head tipping back over the arm of the couch. “Really?” He can't even bring himself to be annoyed, because the image of big Yifan carefully rescuing his prized plushie is just too much.
“What?” Yifan asks, and Yixing just shakes his head, climbing to his feet.
“I'm going to sleep,” he says, and Yifan glances from the stuffed alpaca in his hands and then up at Yixing again, clearly considering. Yixing snorts and rolls his eyes. “Better put the kid to bed.”
He reaches the door to his room before he feels the gentle touch of a hand on his back and when he turns around, Yifan is smiling down at him and Ace is carefully set on the table, out of harm's way. “Good choice,” Yixing says, opening the door.
“Debatable,” Yifan tells him, smirking. He gets an elbow to the gut for his trouble.
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Especially this part, it's just so funny and lovely
“You're jealous of a plushie,” Wu Fan gloats.
“Well,” Yixing tells him, still leaning out of Wu Fan's range. “I would have thought it would take you at least a year after debut before you lost your mind. You're ahead of schedule.”
Wu Fan follows him, grinning, pleased. “You're still my favourite,” he assures Yixing, and even as Yixing narrows his eyes, warmth floods his chest.
(PS: Lay, you know, if you happen to decide one day that you've had enough of his shit, my arms are always open~ ^___^ )
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