ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

strawberries & cigarettes. [luwin]

a/n: my non-nctzen sister pointed out that strawberries & cigarettes by troye sivan is So luwin & we had a whole talk about it and now I gotta write something.

warning: sicheng is 19 and xuxi is 17, so if you're uncomfortable with relationships involving minors you're allowed to click away ^^

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it's 10 o'clock on a saturday when sicheng's peace is disturbed by loud knocking on his flat door.

grunting, he rolls off his bed and gets to the door. he doesn't give a single damn that he's only wearing an oversized hoodie – which exposes a good portion of his skin – and briefs underneath.

" coming !" he says as the knocking grows louder. twisting the doorknob, he grunts again. " who the hell –"

sicheng cuts himself off when recognition clicks. it's yukhei, his boyfriend.

he appears the same – black tee with ripped jeans and worn-out sneakers, his dark locks messy. effortlessly gorgeous as usual. but there's something new that makes sicheng's heart drops.

there's a bruise on yukhei's cheek. seems relatively fresh, like he got it a few days back or so.

yukhei chuckles at sicheng's flabbergasted face. he dips his head down and kisses sicheng's lips, catching him off-guard.

before sicheng can react, he retreats. " hey ," he smiles. he eyes sicheng from head-to-toe and crooks one of his perfectly-shaped thick brows. " is that my hoodie ?"

yukhei gives him another once-over and his lips quirk up into a lazy smirk. sicheng reddens as if he can read yukhei's mind. he desperately pulls his hoodie lower to cover his exposed thighs, earning a low chuckle from his boyfriend.

" relax. it's still early for that... anyway, did you just wake up ?"

" it doesn't matter ." sicheng answers with flushed cheeks.

" so it's true ."

" no. I woke up at eight, but stayed in bed ..." sicheng trails off, his gaze darting back to the bruise on yukhei's cheek. " what happened to you ?"

" aren't you gonna let me in first ?"

despite shooting yukhei a glare, sicheng opens the door wider. yukhei smiles and kisses his cheek.

sicheng scurries around to pick up dirty clothes and empty chinese takeout boxes on the floor. yukhei strolls behind him, careful so he won't bump into any of sicheng's tiny action figures. he never gets why his boyfriend is so obsessed with them.

he scans around. sicheng's unit is nicer than the rest of the building. it's as clean as it can get and painted in soft blue. despite the leaking pipes and stink of industrial bleach whatsoever, it smells pretty good; thanks to sicheng's sensitive nose.

sicheng's steps come to a halt so abruptly yukhei almost bumps into him.

" can we talk about that now ?" sicheng asks, gesturing to yukhei's cheek.

" not yet. I'm hungry. you've got any food ?"

" some cereal, I think. and there's strawberries in the fridge ."

" of course there are ." yukhei teases and sicheng glares at him again. chuckling, he reaches down to kiss sicheng for the third time.

sicheng pushes him away, despite his cheeks turning the colour of the strawberries he loves so much. " stop kissing me! I'm gonna go brush my teeth ."

yukhei watches him go with a smitten grin. sicheng rolls his eyes, smiling.

sicheng's flat is small. it's located in the not-so-nice neighbourhood of the town, nearby the landfills, factories and abandoned ruins that were once the pride of the local folks. the natural light is almost non-existent even during the day.