dancer ; layhun

SIXTEEN / under the blanket

"ah, home sweet home." sehun heaves out a breathe as he throws his bag to his couch, unbuttoning his white uniform to reveal the shirt he's wearing underneath, fanning himself by pulling his t-shirt.

yixing immediately plop himself onto the couch next to his bag, taking off his cap then running his fingers through his black hair. sehun doesn't bother to change his clothes first, he make his way towards the spot next to yixing and lets out a breathe.

"so what are we watching?" yixing asked, taking off his windbreaker jacket and place it on the armrest by his right.

"a serbian film."

the expression on yixing's face is priceless, "you're kidding."

"isn't that your favorite?" sehun faces yixing who was sitting on his right, left brow raising up. he tries to contain his laughter by yixing's horrified facial.

"why did i agree to come here." he muttered, looking genuinely scared and sehun can't contain his laughter anymore so he let it pass his lips. he clutch his stomach as he laughs, earning a scowl and a cushion hitting his shoulder several times.

"i'm joking, i'm joking!" the gray haired wipes a non-existent tear below his eye. "let's just watch the office." sehun went to his room to get his laptop and connect it to the tv in the living room, clicking his file filled with the office episodes. he goes back to the couch once he played the show but halt steps. "hey, do you want anything to drink?"

"just juice, if you have."

sehun fortunately owns a carton of orange juice sitting inside his fridge and so he goes to the kitchen and pour some for himself and the older, brining them to the coffee table in front of the couch before sitting himself on the gray coach.

"aren't you tired? you just got back from school." he heard yixing said and he turns his head to face the older. "shouldn't you rest?"

"nah, i'm not that tired. it's too lonely in here and i like your company."

"my company?"

sehun widen his eyes the slightest at his mistake, so he quickly composes himself and feign a cool attitude, averting his gaze to anything but yixing. "and the others too. but they're busy."

he heard yixing laughs, "you're cute." yixing ruffles his hair in such a fond way, sehun almost melt. he is melting internally, though his blank facade didn't give it away.

"i'm not cute."

"that's just makes you cuter." yixing pokes his right cheek with his index finger, his dimpled smile in display.

"hey! i am not cute." sehun cross his arms in reflex, trying to look serious and intimidating, but yixing only coo louder and hug him sideway. sehun feels a grin making its way on his face, but he won't let it shown.

"you're really cute." still with his arms around the younger, yixing leave two kisses on his cheek and jaw. and then the black haired pulls away and sehun lets out a small whine, lips curling down into a frown. "you sound like a puppy."

"i like puppies so i'll take that as a compliment." yixing laugh at that, dimples showing and brown orbs shining. the older is sitting an inch away from the gray haired and the latter is itching to grab him and be embraced in his arms. sehun sometimes like to be babied, he shyly admits. and right now is one of those times. those when he feels worn out and wants nothing but to be cuddled. but he doesn't know how to tell yixing. he can't just ask the older he wants to cuddle, he still has his pride. and so he settled on sitting quietly, watching the re-run and hoping yixing would get a hint or just thinking the same thing as he is.

but none came.

the older only laughed and let out comments and sehun responded to him, but inside his mind he's screaming for yixing to bring him into his arms. yixing is touchy with his friends so why not do it now? why's there no contact?

but yixing did kissed him twice.

but still.

okay, when did he get this longing? what's with his teenage hormons?

"you okay?" yixing's voice make him snap his head towards the older.

"yeah, just tired."

yixing frowns at him and sehun wonders if he said the wrong thing. "seriously, you should just rest. i can go—"

"no, no!" he immediately cuts off the older's sentence. yixing's face shows a hint of surprise and sehun avert his gaze towards the half drinken juice on the coffee table. there was a pregnant silent, the only source of sound came from the tv, mainly from michael's. yixing hums then, and sehun's heart jump in surprise when yixing stand on his feet.

"where's your room?"

blinking in confussion, he tells the direction and the chinese male immediately went to the said direction. sehun was still sitting on the same place when he return, face looking kinda dazed. raising his gaze, he notices yixing brings his gray blanket on his hand. he blankly watch the screen as yixing plops next to him with an, "ah", and drape the duvet on top of their bodies.

"come here." sehun has no time to react when arms were around him, pulling him to a firm chest and a swift of mint scent meet his nose. yixing hums in contect, positioning himself to where he's comfortable as leans back between the arm rest and the back of the couch, sehun has his head on his chest, back meeting the older's toned stomach. "is this okay?"

more than okay. "yeah." is the word he manage to blurted out.

sehun smiles. this is what he wants.

they both share a laugh at a particular scene, throwing little comments here and there throughout the show. yixing with his arms around the younger, sometimes burying his face on sehun's gray hair, inhaling his scent. sehun smiles everytime he did that. what they're doing is so domestic and he loves it.

the younger almost doze off to sleep after some times. feeling the tiredness wash over him, the gray haired turned his body so that he's facing yixing, practically sitting on his lap, face buried on the crook of his neck and arms around the older's neck. he let out a small tired noise and yixing smiles at the other's cute antics, hugging the taller closer and lift the duvet to cover more of both their bodies.

and he fell asleep right there. on yixing's lap, in yixing's arms, and with his hand caressing his hair, he finds comfort.