«Yes,» Lay's mouth immediately said, even before the boy's brain could do anything to stop it.
«Ok then, it's settled!» Suho exclaimed, smiling, before adding, «Thank you, Xing. I'm sorry we're treating you like some remedy instead of a person, but this was really important.»
«That's ok. I am a Unicorn, my duty is to heal, isn't it? So I would call myself a remedy,» Yixing joked chuckling, even if inside there was a messy mixture of feelings.
After that discussion, the three boys started doing their own things, and Lay went to his own room to grab some underwear for the second shower that day. At that point, he was sure Sehun had already finished washing.
But he was utterly wrong. Just as he approached the bathroom door and tried to put a hand on the knob, it opened, and a very pale and wet Sehun emerged from the warm place, a towel wrapped around his slim and boney waist. He gasped a little for the shock, and the younger did the same.
Yixing stood there, unmoved, for a second, before snapping out of his trance and excusing himself for having disturbed the other. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he ogled the maknae's body while little droplets of water ran over its milky skin.
«It's fine. I'm done here anyway. You can take your shower,» Sehun nonchalantly replied, passing Lay by and making their upper limbs slightly brush.
The Chinese boy's cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as he quickly entered the bathroom and closed the door behind himself, panting. Did the other boy do that on purpose? Or had he just imagined it? He was feeling as if he wasn't able to control his thoughts and reactions anymore.
He stripped himself and quickly went under the cold stream of the shower, still keeping on thinking about what the hell was happening to him. It might have been that now he was more self-conscious and therefore he was just amplifying everything, reading it under a new and distorting light; because it wasn't like they had never touched before the confession - they had even kissed and shared the same bed! - but now every little brush seemed more embarrassing, more explicit and flirty, more than just two friends living under the same roof, even if the younger boy hadn't actually changed his behaviour towards him.
Was he... afraid of the maknae? No, he surely wasn't; the thought of Sehun forcing himself or his feelings on him hadn't even crossed his mind, because the other had had plenty of occasions to do so, but he didn't. Then, was he afraid of what could happen? Maybe. He was afraid of what could have happened to himself. He was so confused, so out of place, he couldn't understand what it was that was making him feel that way. And it scared the hell out of him. Since the previous night, the kiss, the dream, something had clicked inside him, and he just couldn't grasp what it was.
That reminded him he had just accepted to spend some nights in the same room of Sehun. Yixing facepalmed as he thought about the trouble he had unconsciously put himself in.
When he heard light knocks on the door, he turned the water off - even if he hadn't properly washed, so immersed in his reflections as he was - and got dressed. As he reached for a towel to dry his hair, his hand touched some wires, and when Yixing looked at them closely, he found out they belonged to Sehun's headphones.
At a second knock, Lay replied with a murmured "come in". The door opened, and Jongdae entered with a grin.
«Are you coming to bed?»
«Yeah, just a second, I need to give Sehun back his headphones. He forgot them here.»
The younger nodded and watched as the Chinese boy exited the bathroom and headed to the maknae's room.
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Heal Me
Fanfiction«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...
