Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"....and then drizzle a lot of chocolate syrup. That's how you should eat pancakes! Not like that!", Sicheng said, pointing to Yuta's plate of pancakes that had honey drizzled on top of them.
"What's wrong with mine?", Yuta asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"You don't understand, Yuyu! You should always eat pancakes with chocolate syrup and not honey! Honey tastes so...yucky," Sicheng said, making a face which looked absolutely adorable to Yuta.
Yuta got up from his leaning position and went up to the younger to back hug him. The older nuzzled his face in the younger's neck and muttered, "Honey doesn't taste bad. If it did, I wouldn't be kissing you so often."
Sicheng looked back at the Japanese and chuckled, "Never pegged you to be the flirty type."
"Hey! Just 'cause I'm all professional and strict in college doesn't mean I can't be flirty with you!", he huffed, retracting himself from his lover.
The younger just shook his head with a smile and placed a quick kiss on Yuta's lips.
The couple were at Yuta's house. It was a Saturday, and they thought it would be good to start the day with each other. It had been a week since Sicheng had been discharged, and now the younger was completely fine.
There had been no incidents regarding Sicheng and Yuta for that week, which was fortunate for the couple. They finally felt that everything would be alright.
🍀
"You didn't tell me!", an angry Renjun slammed his hand on the cafeteria table, his two boyfriends standing awkwardly behind him.
"Tell you what, Junnie?", Sicheng questioned, picking at his food.
"That you were at the hospital!", the younger Chinese exclaimed.
Sicheng's lips formed an 'O' shape as he nodded in understanding. "I didn't want you to worry, Injunnie. And it was just a little wound that's all," the older Chinese shrugged.
"A little wound?! A. Little. Wound?! You could've lost your memories! Heck, you couldn't even remember what happened to you!", the younger burst out, nearly pulling his hair in the process.
Renjun had a point. It wasn't a little wound. It was a concussion. And concussions are always severe no matter what, it was a good thing he didn't lose his memories.
Sicheng sighed in defeat. His little brother always had a point.
"You better take care of yourself, ge. Take someone with you when you go out, or don't go out at all," Renjun advised.
The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and the starting of the long tedious hours of class. Sicheng stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He ruffled his brother's blonde hair, "You're right, Junnie. I'll be more aware of my surroundings. "
🍀
"If humans feel butterflies in their stomach when they're in love, do butterflies feel humans in their stomach when they're also in love?"
Sicheng turned his head to the side to look at his drunk best friend, the sentence totally not registering into his mind. Before he could say a word, Ten continued, "If tomato is a fruit, then is ketchup a smoothie?"
Ten tilted his head upwards to look at Sicheng, who was now staring at him with a stern expression on his face. The Thai giggled, raising his hands to pinch the younger's cheeks. "You're so cute, Sichengie~", he cooed, totally not aware he was drunk. "You're like a baby, a little baby~", he giggled again, now squishing Sicheng's face with hands.
Sicheng sighed as he shook his head, it wasn't his fault Ten went to a party and came back totally wasted! And now he has to take care of him. He had no experience dealing with drunk people, so he did the best he could.
And that was slapping the Thai behind his head.
"Ow!", Ten exclaimed as he rubbed the spot where he had been hit. "It's nearly two in the morning, and I'm fucking sleepy! And if I wake up late, it's your fault! Now, stop whining and just go to bed," Sicheng grumbled, picking the older up by the arms and hauling him over to his bedroom.
🍀
Renjun woke up, beads of sweat decorating his forehead and neck. What was that dream he saw? His brother getting harmed. Again.
"No," he mumbled."No, no, no, no. Nothing's going to happen to him. Nothing's going to happen to him. It's just a dream. Dreams aren't real. Nothing's going to happen. Nothing," he whispered to himself, closing his eyes and trying to shake away all the negative feelings.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Jaemin's worried face looking at him. "Junnie, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Did you have a nightmare?", the younger questioned, cupping the older's face in his hands.
Renjun stared at him for a moment before his lower lip trembled, and he broke down. Jaemin immediately pulled his lover into a hug, one hand soothing his back, and the other patting his head.
"I-I'm so w-worried about g-ge. I didn't even k-know he was in th-the h-hospital. What if s-something even worse happened to h-him?", he sobbed into Jaemin's shirt, his hands gripping the fabric weakly.
Suddenly, the Chinese felt two arms wrapping themselves around him, and a chin resting on his back. "Injunnie, don't worry, he's fine now. He didn't tell you because he was worried. Don't cry, Flower, everything's going to be okay.", Jeno reassured the older, his voice gentle.
The youngest hummed, placing a kiss on the smaller's hair. "Nono's right, Junnie. Don't worry about hyung. He alright now. Come on, let's get you to sleep, you'll feel much better.", the youngest showed a smile, wiping away the tears from his boyfriend's face.
It wasn't long before the three were asleep, Renjun between Jeno and Jaemin. They were hugging the smaller tight, making him feel protected. They had already assured him of Sicheng. Nothing was going to happen to his older brother.
