The next morning, Yixing woke up covered in sweat. He reached for his phone on the nightstand to see what time it was. Luckily, it was nearly time to get up, so he put down his iPhone and lay back on his bed, waiting for the alarm to go off.
He tried to close his eyes and just relax until he had to actually wake up, but the scenes from his dream kept on replaying in his mind, making him twist and turn non-stop in his bed. So eventually, the dancer decided to get out of his bed and have a cold shower, also because he didn't really like showering with all the other members. And right now, he could have used some time alone to think and organise his thoughts.
He went into the bathroom, where he stripped himself naked and entered a shower, turning the cold water on. He shivered as the cold droplets touched his sweaty body, diminishing its unusual heat. As soon as his body temperature was back to normal, though, he opened the hot water to create a warm mixture.
Under the calming stream of the shower, Yixing let out a frustrated sigh while running a hand through his now soaked black hair. He pressed his forehead against the cold wall in front of him, as he thought again about his dream. Of all the things that had happened, why did his brain decide it would have been nice to dream about the kiss? But above all, why on earth did it have to be him kissing Sehun?
It had seemed so real, Lay could still feel the emotions it had caused in him while he was sleeping. The happiness of the normal routine of the dorm playing around with the maknae, but also the shock when - as if in a slow motioned replay - Sehun kissed him, the fear when he saw the latter being insulted. The sadness when the maknae decided to leave the dorm and then the group, too unstable to stay with those people who he thought of as friends, but who then actually turned their back at him when he revealed his true self. And then the desperation when he finally understood that he couldn't let Sehun go, kissing him to make him stay with them. With him.
Exhausted and even more confused, Yixing turned the water off, eventually stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel to dry himself up. It didn't matter from which point he looked at that dream, it still made him feel uncomfortable. Especially because, thinking about it, the dancer noticed he couldn't decipher his sensations during both kisses. It was as if his mind and body were censoring his own perceptions.
He looked at himself in the mirror, now covered by the steam. He brushed a hand on the cold surface to unravel the blurry reflection underneath and then stared at it.
«Why me?» he breathed out, puzzled, «What's going on inside my head? I am going crazy... I am talking to a damn mirror!»
He started laughing softly, covering his mouth with his hand to muffle the sounds. It lasted only a few seconds, though, as he heard footsteps right outside the bathroom door. The Chinese boy rapidly put on a pair of briefs, and then some sweatpants.
When he was about to open the door, Minseok's head peeked in. He was sleepy, and his bangs were sticking out in the craziest ways.
«Yixing, you're awake,» yawned the older «That's cool, this means you will be the one who will wake Jongdae up.»
«Why? Isn't today our free day?»
«Yes, it is. But our manager wants to talk with us before we leave for Taipei. He will be here in half an hour...» the Korean boy yawned again and then entered the bathroom while scratching his neck.
«Are you done here, Xing? I need to use the bathroom, you know,» he said with an allusive tone.
Yixing's eyes widened as he got the hint. He bowed briefly and then went back into his own room, ready to wake his roommate up.
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Heal Me
Fanfic«Heal me, then» he heard the other say. And before he could even register those words in his brain, their lips were touching. Just a short-chaptered fic on my lovely OTP. This is set in the Love Me Right era, more or less. Hope you guys like it! I...
