Baekhyun, he fits right next to Yifan, hand sliding around Yifan's waist as he tucks himself under his arm. He looks small next to Yifan, dark-rimmed eyes sly behind his silver mask. At least, Joonmyun thinks, the infatuation seems to be mutual. everyone loves Baekhyun tbh
His phone vibrates with a text. and a red tie. let's match? followed by a surprisingly cute emoticon. “No,” Zitao says. His smile is all teeth. “I don't lie my way into the best restaurant in the city for just anyone.” sTOP
Kyungsoo holds out a pen. “Does it have anything to do with your new rich boytoy?”
“I can't believe you just said that with a straight face,” Joonmyun says quietly, glancing at him sideways.
“Sehun's words,” Kyungsoo says,
/BOYTOY/ omg sehun
He twists until his ear is pressed up against Joonmyun's chest. “I'm not going to get anything done here with you,” Joonmyun sighs, but he reaches down to stroke Zitao's hair. DONT DO THIS TO ME
Yixing has flour all over his hands, and even Yifan's a bit messy, but Zitao is spotless. He figures that the flurry of texts and selcas that Joonmyun had gotten on the ride over probably explain that. i am going to die
“When Yixing first moved in, Yifan gained like, thirty pounds. He was horrified.” loser kris yes
Zitao likes to press right up against the glass like a kid, eyes wide and lips parted as he watches the fish go by. HE IS SUCH A BABY I JUST CANNOT WITH BABY PEACH
“It's wiggling,” Zitao says, and he sounds halfway between horror and delight. “Take it back. Take it back!” If they weren't surrounded by kids and elbow deep in water, Joonmyun would grab him right now and kiss him. He settles for bumping his arm against Zitao's and grinning. FAVORITE PART IN THE ENTIRE FIC IM NOT EVEN KIDDING THIS IS THE CUTEST MOST PRECIOUS /SHRIEKS/
There's a kid next to him, he can't be more than seven or eight, and he's eyeing Joonmyun's starfish. Joonmyun bends down until he's on the boy's level and then he holds it out. The kid lights up when he gets the slimy little creature in his hands, eyes going all big and buggy. When he glances over at Zitao again, his eyes are soft and fond on Joonmyun. im gonna cry and fall over and die will you come to my funeral
“I feel like together, we can do anything,” he says quietly, like it's a confession. ;_______________________________________________________________;
“Just think, we could torture Yifan together, if you join.” oh my god this is just really not okay
“Was all of this, everything, was it manufactured?” he asks carefully, but his voice is less steady than he'd like. He's not certain what he'll do if everything in the last few months was some ploy to get him to join.
“No,” Zitao says immediately, too loudly. Joonmyun's head jerks up to meet his gaze and Zitao's eyes are wide, the back of his hand against his mouth. T A O Z I
the way that Zitao bends to press a sloppy kiss to his temple and teases him about his bowtie, this is real. It is. i just
“It's not selling your soul,” Zitao says. “Not really.” His head hangs so low that Joonmyun can't even see his face through his bangs. “Just a little piece, and you can have your wish.” Joonmyun catches a flash of a tight, bitter smile on Zitao's lips. “The problem is, it's hard to stop wishing.” this freaked me out so much
He looks again at Zitao, and for a second, Joonmyun is grateful. If what Zitao felt for him wasn't real, there was no way he'd even be walking out of this house today. He just wishes it didn't have to end like this. YOU'RE MAKING ME SHIP SOMETHING IVE NEVER EVEN THOUGHT OF
Eventually, Chanyeol jimmies the door lock open and comes in. He holds out a water glass and eyes Joonmyun carefully. “Hyung?” he asks. “Do you want your old room back?” chanyeol is the cutest i think that can be a fact now
“Yifan's a prick,” Baekhyun says knowingly, his feet kicked up on the one of the tables buried deep in the stacks. “Did you know how we broke up? He just dropped me one day, like, out of the blue. Said he was bored.” He shrugs. “Whatever. His loss.” He rubs a hand down Joonmyun's arm. “Zitao's, too.” baekhyun is better than everyone tbh
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everyone loves Baekhyun tbh
His phone vibrates with a text. and a red tie. let's match? followed by a surprisingly cute emoticon.
“No,” Zitao says. His smile is all teeth. “I don't lie my way into the best restaurant in the city for just anyone.”
sTOP
Kyungsoo holds out a pen. “Does it have anything to do with your new rich boytoy?”
“I can't believe you just said that with a straight face,” Joonmyun says quietly, glancing at him sideways.
“Sehun's words,” Kyungsoo says,
/BOYTOY/ omg sehun
He twists until his ear is pressed up against Joonmyun's chest. “I'm not going to get anything done here with you,” Joonmyun sighs, but he reaches down to stroke Zitao's hair.
DONT DO THIS TO ME
Yixing has flour all over his hands, and even Yifan's a bit messy, but Zitao is spotless. He figures that the flurry of texts and selcas that Joonmyun had gotten on the ride over probably explain that.
i am going to die
“When Yixing first moved in, Yifan gained like, thirty pounds. He was horrified.”
loser kris yes
Zitao likes to press right up against the glass like a kid, eyes wide and lips parted as he watches the fish go by.
HE IS SUCH A BABY I JUST CANNOT WITH BABY PEACH
“It's wiggling,” Zitao says, and he sounds halfway between horror and delight. “Take it back. Take it back!” If they weren't surrounded by kids and elbow deep in water, Joonmyun would grab him right now and kiss him. He settles for bumping his arm against Zitao's and grinning.
FAVORITE PART IN THE ENTIRE FIC IM NOT EVEN KIDDING THIS IS THE CUTEST MOST PRECIOUS /SHRIEKS/
There's a kid next to him, he can't be more than seven or eight, and he's eyeing Joonmyun's starfish. Joonmyun bends down until he's on the boy's level and then he holds it out. The kid lights up when he gets the slimy little creature in his hands, eyes going all big and buggy. When he glances over at Zitao again, his eyes are soft and fond on Joonmyun.
im gonna cry and fall over and die will you come to my funeral
“I feel like together, we can do anything,” he says quietly, like it's a confession.
;_______________________________________________________________;
“Just think, we could torture Yifan together, if you join.”
oh my god this is just really not okay
“Was all of this, everything, was it manufactured?” he asks carefully, but his voice is less steady than he'd like. He's not certain what he'll do if everything in the last few months was some ploy to get him to join.
“No,” Zitao says immediately, too loudly. Joonmyun's head jerks up to meet his gaze and Zitao's eyes are wide, the back of his hand against his mouth.
T A O Z I
the way that Zitao bends to press a sloppy kiss to his temple and teases him about his bowtie, this is real. It is.
i just
“It's not selling your soul,” Zitao says. “Not really.” His head hangs so low that Joonmyun can't even see his face through his bangs. “Just a little piece, and you can have your wish.” Joonmyun catches a flash of a tight, bitter smile on Zitao's lips. “The problem is, it's hard to stop wishing.”
this freaked me out so much
He looks again at Zitao, and for a second, Joonmyun is grateful. If what Zitao felt for him wasn't real, there was no way he'd even be walking out of this house today. He just wishes it didn't have to end like this.
YOU'RE MAKING ME SHIP SOMETHING IVE NEVER EVEN THOUGHT OF
Eventually, Chanyeol jimmies the door lock open and comes in. He holds out a water glass and eyes Joonmyun carefully. “Hyung?” he asks. “Do you want your old room back?”
chanyeol is the cutest i think that can be a fact now
“Yifan's a prick,” Baekhyun says knowingly, his feet kicked up on the one of the tables buried deep in the stacks. “Did you know how we broke up? He just dropped me one day, like, out of the blue. Said he was bored.” He shrugs. “Whatever. His loss.” He rubs a hand down Joonmyun's arm. “Zitao's, too.”
baekhyun is better than everyone tbh