concept: yangyang gets flustered by xiaojun's comments.
yangyang sighed and walked back toward xiaojun's bed. he flopped backwards onto it in front of the older. "ge," he huffed. "i'm bored."
"why?" the older asked without looking up from his book. "have you already bothered everyone else in the dorm?" a half smile crept onto his lips behind the pages in his hand.
yangyang scrunched his nose up at the older despite him not looking at him. "winwin kicked me out of his room. and ten and lucas got tired of me trying to mess up their puzzle. and hendery is practicing with kun, but that's besides the point."
xiaojun laughed at the younger, marking his place in the book and putting it down. "you seriously bothered everyone else in the dorm," he said.
"if you wanna put it that way..." yangyang mumbled, looking away. "then i'm here to bother you now."
xiaojun chuckled, looking at the younger fondly. "you don't bother me. all the time," he added.
"do you want to get out of the dorm?" yangyang asked, looking back at the older. "i feel like doing something... not at home." he messed with his fingers, looking down at his hands again.
"did you have something you wanted to do?" the older asked, moving to brush the younger's hair off of his forehead.
yangyang could feel his cheeks turn pink. "i dunno," he mumbled. "did you?" he realized the older had gone quiet to think. he looked up and his eyes wandered over the older's face. not necessarily in a way that a best friend's eyes should.
"there's something on my face, isn't there?" xiaojun asked without looking down at the younger.
"no, but there can be."
"what?" yangyang reached up to smack xiaojun's face, though it was a little harder than he had expected. he scrambled into a sitting position, his mouth still gaping and his eyebrows raised in surprise.
he stifled a laugh as the older rubbed his face. "i'm sorry, dejun, are you okay?" he almost broke into laughter at the end of the sentence.
"you hit me in the face, yangyang. but yeah, i'm okay." he rubbed his nose again before yangyang grabbed his wrists.
"do i owe you matcha for this?" the younger asked.
"you know what, i think you do." xiaojun smiled at the taiwanese boy holding his wrists. yangyang giggled at him, his heart fluttering at how close they were.
"okay, okay. but when we get back, you have to watch the cheesiest movie we can find with me," he said, grinning.
"deal." yangyang let go of the older's wrists, freeing him from his grasp. xiaojun darted out of the room, leaving yangyang gaping after him.
"hey! not fair!" the taiwanese scrambled after him, almost slamming into him when he stopped in front of the door.
"this is why i tell you not to run in the house, but do you listen? no," ten huffed from the table.
"sorry, ten hyung," xiaojun said, bowing an apology. "we're going out on a matcha run, do you want anything?"
"ooh, some croissants, please!" lucas piped up. "and a strawberry drink for winwin." xiaojun nodded, seeming to make a mental note.
"dark chocolate mocha with half and half and light foam, and two chocolate—no—a chocolate croissant and a dark chocolate brownie," ten said, as if he had been waiting for this offer all day.
"uh... what?" xiaojun asked.
yangyang finished typing something into his phone, then nodded. "i got it." he read out the order to the others and they both nodded. ten looked pleased with his ability to copy their order down so quickly.
"you got all of that?" xiaojun asked with a surprised look at the younger.
yangyang nodded. "i've done a coffee run for ten hyung before. by this point, i've made my own strategy." he smiled at xiaojun. "if that's all, i think we'll be going."
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xiaojun and the maknae sat on the couch, watching a male lead with a terrible but predictable personality confess his love to the female lead.
"oh, boo! she should have ended up with min-jun!" xiaojun protested.
"is it because he's the sad second male lead?" yangyang asked with a smirk. he poked xiaojun in the side teasingly.
"no, stop making fun of me," he whined.
"aww," yangyang said with a pout. "you'd make a good sad male lead, though." he smiled at the older, who turned to meet his eyes.
"only if you're the second male lead who also happens to be my character's best friend," xiaojun said.
yangyang let out a light chuckle. best friend. that's all he was to xiaojun. why did it make his heart hurt upon hearing those words? he didn't even realize he was still looking at xiaojun or frowning until the older spoke again.
"what?" xiaojun asked with a chuckle. "why are you looking at me like that?"
"what?" yangyang asked, blinking back to reality.
"you started spacing out or something, and you were looking at me like the sad male lead." yangyang scrunched his nose up, hitting xiaojun's shoulder. xiaojun laughed at the younger. "but seriously, what's up?"
yangyang shrugged, not exactly sure. he realized that xiaojun was always there when no one else was. even today, willing to do stuff with him when no one else would. he laid his head back on the older's shoulder. "thanks for hanging out with me today," he said, comfortable in the position he was in.
"you know i would any time. but what's bothering you?" xiaojun asked, stroking his hair.
how was he supposed to tell him? how could he describe these weird feelings that made him panic every time he was asked about them?
"you're being awfully cuddly today," xiaojun said. "not that i mind it, but..." yangyang pawed at the side of xiaojun's face as he felt his cheeks heat up, pushing himself away from the older.
"dejun..." he whined.
"what?" the older asked with a laugh. "it's cute."
there it goes again. that flustered feeling returned, making butterflies stir in his stomach. "don't say that," he half warned.
"or what, you'll hit me in the face again?" xiaojun asked, making yangyang's cheeks heat up out of embarrassment.
"that was an accident. i didn't mean to hit you that hard," he said.
"i know. you couldn't hurt me on purpose if you tried." xiaojun gave him a sincere smile and ruffled his hair before his expression switched to one of concern. "you're not sick, are you? your face is pretty red."
this only made yangyang's blush deepen before he looked away from the older. "no, i-i'm fine."
"did your confidence suddenly disappear?" xiaojun joked.
yangyang groaned and buried his face in xiaojun's shoulder, mumbling something into his shirt. of course his best friend asked him to repeat it. "you make me feel all weird and i get butterflies whenever i'm around you, so whenever you said something that was even a little bit romantic, i panicked and hit you because i like you and i don't know what to do with that," he said, forcing himself to sit up again. xiaojun smiled at him, making him furrow his brow. "what?"
"you. with your panicking and trying to hide your feelings... it's stupid, but it's also really cute," he admitted. "you're a cute idiot."
"i'm not joking," yangyang said.
"i know. i'm not either." next thing he knew, the older was leaning forward and a pair of soft lips were on his own. he leaned into the kiss, blissfully taking everything in, from the feeling of their lips against each other's to the older's hand on his cheek, slowly moving to the back of his neck. "i like you too," he said when they pulled away.
yangyang was powerless to do anything but smile. xiaojun then leaned in for a second kiss. someone walked into the living room and stopped, then turned away toward their room. "guess i'll just go watch a movie on my laptop," hendery's voice said.
he smiled into the kiss before they pulled away once more. "we should do this more often," he said.
"why, because we get the tv to ourselves?" xiaojun asked.
"yes," yangyang replied, leaning his head back on xiaojun's shoulder. the older put an arm around him, leaning his head on the younger's. even after he admitted his feelings, he could still make yangyang blush. and he didn't want the feeling to go away.