Yixing started to wake up to the feeling of being observed. He slowly crooked one eye open to prevent the light from disturbing his sight, only to find two black pearls staring right back at him. He squinted both his eyes, blinking rapidly a couple of times before he could focus the silhouette in front of him.
«Creep,» Lay murmured.
«Good morning to you too,» Sehun replied bluntly before adding, «it's the first time I wake up before you do.»
Yixing saw an expression of relief flashing through the younger's features; just a fraction of a second, enough to make the Chinese boy wonder if he had imagined it or not. It also made him recall what Sehun had said in his sleep during the night. Was the maknae really afraid that he would have woken up to an empty spot beside him?
He tried to move closer to Sehun, because he wanted to cuddle and at the same time let the other know he would have always been there, but as soon as he scooted nearer, he felt a dull thump in his head, and he hissed.
«You were sober, yeah...» Sehun retorted, handing him some painkillers.
Yixing bit his bottom lip. He was sure he hadn't drunk more than one cocktail at the club, and it wasn't even a strong one. So why did he feel like he had been drinking all night long? He shook his head a little despite the spinning sensation. Then it occurred to him that he hadn't been eating for all the previous evening due to the performance, so maybe the alcohol went right through his brain, making him a little bit tipsy, enough to momentarily forget everything and kiss the maknae.
Once the memory of what had happened sank into his mind, Yixing started to freak out. It wasn't that he had forgotten the kiss, the love they had shared, the confession; he just put it aside. But now it came back, and he was scared. Scared that everything would have started to fall apart right before his eyes. He couldn't deny it anymore, not after all those sweet kisses that he already longed to receive again, not after all those words. He couldn't regret it either, because really, that night had been just magical and perfect. However, without the disinhibition of the alcohol his fears were back stronger than ever, and the fact that Sehun seemed to be avoiding him, or at least the matter, didn't help at all. Why the heck was the younger being so distant?
Lay rubbed his sleepy eyes one last time as he literally felt Sehun standing up and paddling around the bed. He still had on the jeans he was wearing at the club, but he was shirtless, and that reminded the Chinese boy how smooth that white skin had felt under his touch, igniting something inside him.
«You should go downstairs and have breakfast, Yixing-ge,» Sehun suggested, not even once looking at him.
«Don't feel like it. My head pounds, I want to stay here,» it was true, he didn't want to see the others, to lie directly to their faces, to hide his newfound feelings and have the sensation of being alone among what in fact were his friends and brothers.
«Why don't you go and get something instead?»
«I don't feel like it either. But you should eat to take those painkillers,» Sehun declared, finally turning around to face the older.
He seemed to be pondering a really important question for a second, then reached out for his luggage, which still lay open in the room, and took out something. Yixing looked at the maknae perplexed when he stretched out a hand to give the other a snack. The older smiled warmly to the younger, before taking advantage of the heartwarming gesture and lock his fingers with Sehun's.
«I'm not going to let you starve. Let's share!» Yixing chirped, not really wanting to analyse the expressions on the face of the maknae.
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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...
