Over The Years

Full Moons

| Yifan/Yixing | PG13 | 3.9k 

Summary:

Fishtails and a lot of descriptions, probably too much

Written for Exo University 2016

There was nothing Yifan regretted more than this party. Someone had turned down the regular lights and switched on some crappy disco music and the sad, droopy looking disco ball hanging in the centre of the ceiling casts tiny slivers of light around the room. The room was packed with students, some with red plastic cups clutched in their hands like the liquid inside was the Elixir of Life and others having tossed their drinks away in drunken delight as when the music had started up. The DJ was already pissed drunk and passed out on one of the couches that littered the room and there were bodies everywhere in the room.

It was hard for Yifan to navigate through the mess as girls in too tight dresses and cleavage spilling from the barely there material crowded around him, slinky bodies grinding up against him on purpose. A hand grabbed his wrist and he cursed softly when the red cup flew out of his grasp, its contents probably soaking some poor soul who happened to be in its way. The dark haired girl with too much eye liner and probably had too much to drink sidled up to him, long lashes fluttering possibly in an attempt to look sexy but with the reek of alcohol overwhelming her perfume, she only looked desperate, if not pathetic.

As gentlemanly as humanely possible, Yifan pried her red painted fingernails from his wrist and muttering apologies, darted into the crowd. He wove around couples making out on the so called dance floor and dodged away from many of his fangirls who, having had a cup too much of Dutch courage, came after him one after another. It was with much difficulty that he located his best friend, squished up in a corner of the kitchen with the tongue of another senior down his throat.

"Lu ge. I'll be off now." He spoke to the couple that had not separated even at his appearance and Luhan made a grunting sound. Yifan was unsure if he even heard him in his intoxicated state. Whatever, Luhan could find his own way back and go fuck himself. Or that senior he was swapping spit with.

His own mind was not too clear and the air that filled his lungs after hours of breathing in the stink of alcohol and cheap perfume was sharp and refreshing, helping him clear his mind a little as he walked, more like stumbled, down the corridor. His fatigued eyes managed to locate where he was and the blonde suppressed a groan at the thought of how far he would have to walk in order to get to his own dorm across the campus.

Griping and swearing under his breath, he considered cutting past the campus pool even though it would be too dark to see and he would run the risk of actually falling into the water and drowning. His head felt like it was being split in half and he just wanted to be in bed, in his dreams, with a certain someone possibly featuring in his wet dreams.

Dark chestnut hair and soulful brown eyes swam in his vision and the senior blinked hard. Stop it. He thought and the image of a slick wet body diving through the water half naked appeared in his mind's eye and the blonde gulped, hastily wiping a hand across his eyes as if to rub the image away.

Even the dim pool lights seemed too bright for his eyes as he stumbled past, gripping at his head in pain. A patch of darkness fell across his eyes, providing him with some temporary relief and he made the mistake of looking straight up, the reflections of the light in the water practically blinding him as he did so.

A silhouette all too familiar to him swam into view and Yifan swore under his breath. He could not be seen like this. From what he had heard, Yixing was a plain and simple guy. He disliked the noise and flashiness of parties, very much like Yifan, and would never be caught dead drunk in the middle of the night, on a school night. The blonde held his breath as he moved closer, hoping to catch a glimpse of his crush's face, even though the fear of being seen gripped him.