What Is Love? | exo

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"I Like Tao" Yifan scoffed and rolled his eyes. "yeah, sure."

He stomped up the stairs and shut the spare bedroom door behind him. Most people were starting to leave the party now and Yifan was glad because he was bored, tired and annoyed.

'This party was boring anyway.'

Yifan jumped onto the bed and lay staring at the ceilling. "who does he think he is telling me who i like..."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Yifan sat up. He was already annoyed as it was, he really didnt need Junmyeon to try and explain. He will deal with that tomorrow, right now he just wanted to be alone!

"I'm alseep!" he shouted with annoyance "come back Tomorrow!"

"if you're alseep then why are you talking?" a small voice came from the door.

'Thats not Suho..?'

"can i come in?" the voice spoke again.

'ah of course...' Yifan thought. He knew who it was and that made him angrier. He didn't know if he was angrier because he knew who it was or because he secretly wanted to let him in.

"no. go away Tao." He replied "i'm not in the mood"

"mood for what?"

"to see people"

"i'm not people"

Yifan sighed "then what are you?"

"i'm a person." Zitao's giggle could be heard faintly behind the door. "theres only one of me"

"one too many"

"hey!"

Yifan let out a laugh which actually surprised him. He mentally cursed himself but got up anyway and walked to the door.  Yifan opened the door to see Zitao standing, a plastic plate in hand with two small cakes on.

Zitao smiled hopefully "You normally don't let me in unless I have food, so..."

Yifan hesitated before making way for the boy to come in. Zitao gave them brightest smile before skipping in and sitting on the edge of the bed. Yifan sat next to him, once he had shut the door, and lay back. After Zitao watched him lie down behind him, he did the same, placing the plate of cakes on his stomach.

"Why'd you come up so early?" Zitao asked.

"No reason"

"Oh okay.."

"How about you?" Yifan turned his head to face the younger "Why'd you come up?"

Zitao returned the gaze. He tried to read Yifans expression but it was unreadable. The older seemed to look at him softly which made him smile.
"It was boring without you. Everyone's starting to go home now. "

Yifan let out a chuckle. "Am I that amazing?"

"Don't flatter yourself" Zitao nudged his arm as he laughed. But it was actually hard for him not blush even a little bit; Zitao did think that of Yifan.

"Admit it, though. I am, aren't I?"

"Why do I have to admit it? You'll tell yourself you are anyway, whatever I say"

"Does that mean you don't agree?"

"..no." Zitao paused. "Not really"

"You mean no you don't agree? Or no, you agree?"

Zitao pulled a face—this was getting a bit confusing now. "No, I agree?.." he said  unsure with what he was saying anymore.

"That's good." Yifan smiled and looked back up the ceiling. "You're not so bad yourself either"