What Is Love? | exo

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"Yes, why?"

Yifan lurched forward and smashed his lips against Zitaos, unexpectedly. Zitao almost pulled away.

As he was shocked that much, Zitao barely even got the chance to close his eyes before Yifan was pulling away.

Yifan mumbled something under his breath as he looked down to his lap.
"W-what? What was that?" Zitao said with a shaky voice.

"I'm sorry." Yifan didn't look up. Was he ashamed? "Just ignore that. Like I said... I-it was a test."

Zitao suddenly felt angry. That kiss only lasted around 10 seconds but it made him feel... fuzzy? It was as if the younger actually liked what he just did. But now. That didn't matter. As Yifan clearly planned this.

"That was a test?" Zitao stood up, nocking the paper plate off his knee. "H-how can I ignore that?!"
He felt as though Yifan was doing it on purpose—like he knew Zitao had some kind of feelings towards him. "No, am I the test? Am I a experiment subject to you? Are you aiming to humiliate me?"

That's when Yifan looked up, his face scrunched up with confusion. Of course the younger Chinese boy saw straight past that. "What are you talking about?"

" you know! You're the one that... t-that did that! You—"

"Yah! Stop shouting!"

"I can't! I'm angry and I'm going to leave!"

Yifan stood up next to Zitao and grabbed his arm. "Just listen to me and —"

"No! Just let go" Zitao tried his best to yank his arm free but what good was that when a guy like Yifan had the strength of steel. "Let go! Are you aiming to make me look like a fool?"

When Zitao faced the older in the eye, the softness had left Yifan and was replaced with anger. Zitao felt tears.
"Since when was I making you look like a fool? You're doing that to yourself right now!"

The younger couldn't physically say anything else; it was like his mouth had been glued shut. To stop him from doing anything else, Zitao bite his lips until they felt sore. Somehow, whether Yifan had loosened his grip slightly, he didn't know, Zitao finally managed to escape the olders grip and headed for the door.

He was leaving.

And had no intention in coming back.

•••

It was now the next morning and at Kyungsoos house, Jongin was hoping he'd awake earlier than kyungsoo . Unfortunately, yeah, that didn't happen.

Kyungsoo woke up while trying to roll to the other side of the bed but was soon stopped when the quilt simply refused to move. Being half awake now, he thought he was still dreaming and maybe there was an object blocking his way. When he peeled open his eyes, and then blinked a few times to get his focus, he only saw hair. 'Hair?' Yes.

He looked at it confused but the  realised it was the top of someone's head straight after. The hair looked slightly ruffed—just enough but not enough to show he rolls in his sleep—and it looked extremely fluffy and soft. Kyungsoo was almost tempted to reach out and touch himself.

Kyungsoo shook his head and sat up as he finally came back to some senses like : "why is there someone on my bed? And who is it?"
When he was sat up his shoulders relaxed after seeing who it was.