dad jokes //// sulay

seven.

"hey, can you see me? my wifi signal has been kind of weird today," yixing said, facetiming junmyeon on his phone. he had just gotten out of dance practice, and a thin layer of sweat covered his body. still, he looked flawless, which just wasn't fair.

"yeah, i can see you. why do you look so sweaty?" junmyeon said, at his bakery and making cupcakes.

"aw, you look cute in the apron. what's that say- kiss the chef?" yixing wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. junmyeon rolled his eyes.

"my friend jongdae gave me it as a joke," junmyeon spoke. yixing laughed, looking both ways of the street before quickly crossing.

"i just got out of practice, by the way, which is why i'm so sweaty," yixing said, "i'm on my way to the grocery store. was thinking of grabbing a soda or something. do you want anything?"

"no, i'm good," junmyeon said, "thank you though."

"yeah, no problem. you whipping up something yummy?" yixing questioned, entering the grocery store.

"yeah, cupcakes. i just made strawberry ones. i wanted to make red velvet, too, but i ran out of flour," junmyeon sighed, shaking his head to himself.

"i'll get you a bag, myeonie," yixing said, heading to the baking section of the store, "do you like a specific brand?"

"oh, you don't have to go out of your way to-"

"i'm not. i'm already at the store, might as well get you a bag of flour," yixing shrugged, "any specific brand?"

"no, as long as it says it's pure," junmyeon said, yixing nodding, grabbing a bag off of the shelf before going to get himself a coke, "thank you, xing xing."

"my pleasure," yixing smiled at his phone, "hey, do you want a banana milk? you seem like a banana milk type of guy."

"why, cause i'm gay and submissive?" junmyeon rolled his eyes.

"is that a yes or a no?" yixing smirked.

"...just a small carton, please and thank you."

yixing laughed, going to the self checkout because he only had three things to buy, "do you want a candy or chocolate or anything else?"

"zhang yixing, don't you dare buy sweets," junmyeon let out a scandalized gasp, "your days of surviving off of snickers bars at midnight are long over. from now on you just come here if you want something sweet."

"ah, including you?" yixing winked at junmyeon, the baker tinting red at the suggestive gesture.

"don't be icky, xing xing," junmyeon pouted. yixing chuckled, paying and bagging the items before leaving the store.

"something tells me my interest in you is going to lead to me gaining like fifty pounds," yixing joked, "or maybe diabetes. or perhaps both."

"nah, you're a dancer, you'll be fine," junmyeon said, "i'm seriously not letting you eat only instant ramen for three days straight anymore, though."

"ew, don't make me go healthy," yixing scrunched his nose up.

"poor child, you'll have to eat three meals a day from now on," junmyeon sympathized sarcastically.

"oh whatever, just don't ever make me eat a salad," yixing said, "i refuse to eat rabbit food."

"you told me you like bunnies."

"no, i like you. you look like a bunny. there's a difference. don't tell me you eat like a bunny, though, i will shove junk food down your esophagus," yixing said very seriously, "hey, your bakery is myeonie's bakery, right? super close by. i could walk from my apartment to your bakery."