the sum of its parts

fluff

jongdae is sleeping peacefully, riding through the flowers on a beautiful white unicorn when he's suddenly bucked off, the flowers fading into the dingy brown carpet of his apartment, and he whines, squinting up at yixing through sleep-blurred vision. "yah yah," he whines, eyeing the pillow clutched in the other's hand. "what the hell ge?"

yixing fixes him with a sleepy, but unrepentant stare, holding the pillow tighter to his chest and nudging at jongdae on the floor with a sock clad foot. "you needed to get up, and you kept sleeping through the alarm," he says, as if that excuses behavior this ridiculous.

"you didn't need to push me off the bed," he says, getting to his knees and trying to tug the pillow from the older's grip.

"yes i did," yixing protests, scooting back on the bed and dragging the pillow with him. "you were going to be late for work, and i can't let my precious didi be late for work! i did you a favor. i saved the day!" he playfully shouts, raising one arm like he's going to take off flying at any second.

jongdae just sinks to the floor again, far too awake now to fall back asleep, pouting as hard as he can manage. "i think you just kicked me off the bed because you wanted to sleep with all the pillows and all the blankets. i smell disloyalty here," he says, pretending to cry. "are you leaving me for a pillow ge? a pillow? really?" he sniffs pathetically. "or is it the whole bed? leaving me for a slew of soft, warm lovers, is that it?"

yixing laughs, smacking him lightly in the face with said pillow before leaning in for a kiss. "my god jongdae, just get ready for work before you're late."

jongdae laughs too, ruffling yixing's hair enough to catch him off guard so he can steal the pillow, hitting the older in the face with it in return. "for all the drama you seem to inflict, you have no flair for dramatics ge," he says, pouting and getting to his knees. "and you don't appreciate my acting skills at all."

the fond smile on yixing's face says more than words ever could, and jongdae finds himself smiling back, tiptoeing out of the room for a shower. "you'll be here when i get back, right?" he asks, just to be sure yixing doesn't need to leave early, too.

"mm," he confirms, nodding and flopping back onto the bedding. "with my 'slew of warm, soft lovers,'" he teases, cackling a little as jongdae chucks a slipper at his head.