"Yixing? "
Yifan mumbled to himself before making his way to the source of the sound. He walked all the way to the end of the toilet to see matted paper trampled on the floor with dirty water every where, almost flooding the cubicle. Newspaper lay strewn across the tiles he found out upon closer inspection. His heart leaped, skipping a beat as he pushed open the door to see Yixing propped against the toilet, a skinny arm clinging to the porcelain surface and his body wet to the bone. The brown hoodie he was wearing lay discarded in the toilet itself, shoved down the pipe with only a sleeve laying limply out the mouth.
"Hi..."
His thin singlet clung to his body and his capris was like the newspaper on the tiles, sticking and highlighting each nook and cranny. Yixing smiled weakly as he saw Yifan almost unable to formulate a response.
"What the fuck happened here?"
Yifan said as his instincts kicked in and he approached the boy on the floor. He looked over the shivering male and cringed as he saw the cut along his upper lip. Pale skin. Horribly pale skin that glowed under the unflattering fluorescent lighting. Yixing smiled softly yet again. A tired smile like he was shrouded in a veil of lethargy.
"Your fangirls I suppose....good job Mr Wu...."
Yixing chuckled weakly as he licked his lower lip. Yifan stayed silent for a bit and Yixing honestly had a hard time discerning the look on his face. The older then knelt down beside Yixing and hooked his arms under the cold wet boy. Yixing was honestly shocked to see Yifan's knees hit the floor and the dirty water pollute his light coloured khakis. Yixing put his arms around Yifan's back quickly as to not slip away and he swallowed as he felt the comforting scent of fresh clothes and mint. His fingers dug into Yifan's back as the man tried to lift him over his shoulders and he hissed. The blazing pain in his hips was unbearable
"M-my...my hip..dislocate...",
Yixing managed as his gasped for breath when the hot jolt shot right up his spine as Yifan hauled him over his shoulder. The blonde immediately paused and set Yixing carefully back on the ground before picking him up from the side and holding him. Yixing felt those strong arms hook around his back and under his knees, careful not to put too much pressure on his waist.
"Hold on to me."
Yifan said softly and Yixing shuddered before slinging both his arms around Yifan's neck. He felt so tired. resting his head on Yifan's shoulder, he could almost feel his teeth chattering with the cold. Looking up slightly, Yixing could see the harsh jut of Yifan's jawbone, just calling him to reach out and touch. His finely chiseled nose and sharp, intelligent features; he looked stunning. Blonde hair was tousled in messy strands atop his head yet the buzz cut just above his ears made everything seem so in place.
Should I say thank you...?
He shoved the words down his throat. This was Yifan's fault in the first place. If he hadn't claimed Yixing like that...if he hadn't said it in front of all those people nothing like this would have happened. Yixing's heart felt weak. It felt like Glass. It was fragile and he trembled at the thought of it shattering due to the fervent frequency at which it was throbbing.
He felt stupid and feckless.
Why the fuck did he feel this way?
Yifan was as straight as a nail. Hell, His reputation for one night stands with the girls are uncountable for. In fact he might have a whole queue lining up for a chance with him in bed. He was just another toy. He didn't even stand a chance with all those pretty girl's with long flowing locks and big beautiful eyes....and boobs.
