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part two hundred and sixteen
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wc!au: team lay -> split between laychenyeol
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 03:54 am (UTC)(link)only one fanwork left
Re: wc!au: team lay -> split between laychenyeol
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 03:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team lay -> split between laychenyeol
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 03:56 am (UTC)(link)There's also a special space behind him reserved for his back-up dancers and there will be eyes watching him there too.
Jongdae sighed a little bit in love and a happy kitten-ish smile appeared on his face.
Minseok, his manager, appeared by his side a few minutes later, ushering him to the back of the stage. The robotic back-up dancers passed by him and one of the units grazed his fingers on Jongdae's. Jongdae smiled stupidly and Minseok hit him on the nape of his neck.
"Honestly, what is wrong with you!" he reprimanded Jongdae letting out a tired sigh.
"I'm focused!" Jongdae hissed back taking Minseok's hand away from him and unnecessarily smoothed a hand on his glittering outfit. Once focused, Jongdae waited for the signal from the PD before entering the stage and shined bright under the applauses and cheers from the public.
"Go on, spill it." After the performance was over, with only a few technical problems, Minseok had driven Jongdae to his house and stalked the singer back to his apartment.
"Ok, fine! Fine! But you'll have to hear me out patiently." Jongdae maneuvered Minseok to the chaise longue in the middle of his modern living room and went to the kitchen to get him a glass of cold water. When he came back he pushed the glass onto Minseok's hands. Minseok narrowed his eyes back at him.
"Minseok…" Jongdae took a big deep breath and threw himself onto the armchair dramatically. "I'm in love."
Minseok took a gulp of cold water. "Yes, I noticed it. You've been sighing to yourself every five minutes with a stupid smile on your face, acting absent-minded at work, forgetting lines, getting late to meetings... Everyone's commenting about it. DO YOU WANT TO PUT ME OUT OF MY JOB!?" Minseok's hand holding the glass of water trembled. After the panting due to his little outburst calmed down, he took a big gulp of water. Jongdae stared at him like a fish out of water. In all of the years with Minseok working by his side, he had never seen the man nervous or out of himself. Minseok had always been Buddha in person. He knew he had been pushing it these past few months but it was out of his control now, his heart spoke louder and couldn't be stopped.
"Sorry, I guess I kind of got carried away," Minseok spoke a few seconds later in a regular controlled tone.
"Uh… Yeah, it's ok but I'm not over yet." Jongdae scratched the back of his head. Minseok stared him in the eye and raised a brow. "Ok, continue."
Jongdae heaved a big sigh and faced Minseok with determination. He had kept this secret for long enough and he owed Minseok nothing but the truth.
"It… He is one of the robotic dancer units."
Minseok snorted before his mouth opened in a big cackle. Jongdae furrowed his brows and crossed his arms watching as his manager threw his head back in laughter. He sighed and waited for Minseok to come down from his high.
Minseok wiped the tears from his eyes with his blazer sleeve and put down his glass of water. "Be serious now, Jongdae. Who is the lucky person?"
Jongdae sighed again. This was one of the reasons he didn't tell anyone in his circle of friends yet. "I'm not joking." Minseok chuckled again until he realized there wasn't going to be any punchline.
"You can't be serious."
"As serious as I can be."
"You sound more serious than that. God, I think I need more water." Minseok gulped down the rest of the water Jongdae had brought to him and held the glass in his direction. Jongdae collected himself from the armchair, took the glass and brought Minseok water again.
Minseok drank all of it before lying down on the chaise longue. "Walk me through it. How did you manage to fall in love with one of your back-up dancers? A-a Lay robot? You… How do you even know it's the same robot, they all look the same. Same face, same body, same voice. Same everything."
Minseok rubbed on his temples, the information was too much for him to take in. Jongdae had had a vague idea Minseok would act like this, prejudice against robots and what not, but he never thought the confrontation would go this bad. But if he broke everything down gently, maybe Minseok would understand him and support his relationship.
"He's not only a Lay series robot, he has a name. We chose it together as a matter of fact. His name is Zhang Yixing." Jongdae stated proud of himself.
"Yixing? That sounds Chinese."
"Yeah, we searched for a Chinese name because that's where he comes from. We looked on the inside of his thigh and it says there he was made in China."
"You looked on the inside of… Please tell me you didn't…" Minseok looked in panic.
"We only went up to first base. Yixing did want to get frisky a few times but we thought it wouldn't look nice if we were interrupted by someone. Besides we haven't even gone out on a date yet," Jongdae sighed, his lips forming a pout. "I wanted to get your blessings first before we took this big step and I want you to help me plan it."
"Does he even have a functional dick? All he ever needs to do is dance." Minseok pointed out sarcastically. Jongdae's smile grew wider. "No, wait. I don't even want to know." Minseok kept rubbing his temples.
"So… Are we cool?"
"Jongdae this isn't a "are we cool" thing, this isn't a joke. You are a celebrity, have you imagined if the press found out? And now you want to go on dates."
"Seriously, who would even believe a normal person would go out with a robot. A dancing robot. Minseok, please." Jongdae rolled his eyes.
Even if he could accept Jongdae dating a robot, Minseok still wasn't convinced there was anything special about that particular Lay unit since it could be multiple Lay units taking the piss out of Jongdae which would also be strange for robots. So he made Jongdae take the Yixing Lay unit to a trustful lab (one of his friends) under the guise of malfunctioning (it wasn't that far from the truth anyway, no one ever heard of a robot not fulfilling or fulfilling more than its purpose).
As the three of them entered the lab, a big construction painted in white all around, decorated with bright lights and filled with machines only a skilled man would know how to use, a tall man with a white coat and googles on his head walked towards them waving a gloved hand.
"Minseok hyung, how is it going?" he bowed and took Minseok's hands for a handshake. Then he looked at Minseok's side and his eyes grew comically wide. "No fucking way! You actually brought him! It's the Kim Jongdae! Oh my God, I'm going to freak out. Here." Providing Jongdae with a ball pen produced from the pocket of his white coat, the scientist offered him the hand with the pink glove. "Please sign it 'for my lovely Chanyeol'. It'll be my lucky glove." Chanyeol beamed at him.
Jongdae laughed, glowing inside for meeting a fan. He signed Chanyeol's glove then he gave him back the pen. "It's my pleasure." Then he took Chanyeol's hand for a handshake too. Chanyeol's eyes drifted from Jongdae to the robot beside him.
"Oh, is this the faulty Lay unit?" Chanyeol inquired already sizing Yixing up.
"Yeah, about that… Can we all go to somewhere private first?" Minseok looked around and gave him a pointed look. Chanyeol hummed and brought everyone to his sound proof office, sometimes the sound of machines working would get too loud and it's the only place he could find peace during work hours and could do girl group dances without the cameras watching. Everyone sat down on the black leather chairs that were inside Chanyeol's office and Jongdae tried his best to explain to Chanyeol everything.
The way Chanyeol looked at Yixing changed significantly. Ignoring the "hey, it's my boyfriend!" complaints from Jongdae, he started groping and performing simple physical tests on Yixing. Yixing made a face that indicated he felt the same way as Jongdae but his robot nature probably told him he shouldn't displease anyone human so he kept quiet.
"Peculiar, very peculiar." Was what Chanyeol repeated over and over during the long hours they stayed in the lab. Jongdae wouldn't mind if he could make out with Yixing in between but Chanyeol kept cockblocking for more exams. He performed all sorts of tests he could think of on Yixing and read all the report results attentively.
"So what's the conclusion?" Minseok piped in one of the "very peculiar"s from Chanyeol.
"This Lay unit is definitely special. Ah, if only I could pinpoint the point in time the anomaly started." Chanyeol sighed looking entirely fascinated.
Jongdae and Minseok left promising Chanyeol they'd come back next week so Chanyeol could perform more exams on Yixing, if they could come up with more excuses to keep booking a dancing robot from the company. Yixing left with a microchip under his prosthetic skin that monitored all of his feelings and reactions.
Re: wc!au: team lay -> split between laychenyeol
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 03:56 am (UTC)(link)Minseok hired him an interior designer to set the romantic mood in the apartment and a personal chef to help Jongdae plan and cook dinner for both of them. He also slipped condoms and a bottle of lube under Jongdae's pillows, although he omitted that part from Jongdae. He preferred to act as if he wasn't encouraging anything but if "stuff" was to happen he didn't want Jongdae to die electrocuted for having his dick buried in a robot's ass. He prayed the latex would protect Jongdae and abandoned the house, leaving the two love birds to their own devices.
Jongdae tapped his foot as he waited for Yixing by the door. Chanyeol was supposed to bring him over after his physical exams and was now running half an hour late. His mind entertained the possibility of Chanyeol attempting something funny with Yixing and his blood boiled. Just as he was entering Chanyeol's phone number on his platinum GodPhone*, the elevator doors in front of his apartment opened and Chanyeol and Yixing came out of it.
"Yixing saw a few paparazzis waiting at the front door from afar so we had to wait until we could sneak into the back door." Chanyeol explained upon seeing Jongdae's irritated semblance.
Jongdae looked at Yixing for a confirmation and received a nod.
"Thanks for leaving him in my care. I'm not like Minseok, so have a great night." Chanyeol smirked and wiggled his brows. Jongdae wriggled his back.
"I'd push both of you if I weren't restricted by the three laws of robotics," Yixing sighed.
"Oh, so you're still bound to that?" Chanyeol inquired, eyes shining with the new found knowledge.
"Chanyeol, go." Jongdae pouted. Along with Yixing, he bid Chanyeol farewell and brought Yixing through the door.
As Yixing looked around with the brightest smile of happiness on his face, Jongdae came up behind him for a hug.
"Do you like it?" he nipped Yixing's ear gently which elicited a yelp from the robot.
"Yes, it's so beautiful. More beautiful than all the stages I had to dance in!" Yixing clapped his hands excited. "Was all of this for me?"
Jongdae let Yixing turn in his arms and pecked him on the lips. "Of course. I picked the best for my baby." He lied but damn if he'd let Minseok keep the credits. The idea for a date was his anyway.
Yixing frowned. "Don't call me baby. I don't like that, I have a name, we agreed on Yixing." He complained all pouty lips and Jongdae couldn't resist him.
"I'm sorry. It's only a form of endearment." Jongdae kissed him and Yixing opened his mouth, letting Jongdae take advantage of him and slip his tongue inside his mouth. Yixing always let him have the lead on kissing since he was still inexperienced but he was catching onto it fast.
Yixing sighed into the kiss in bliss but pushed away from Jongdae when he felt Jongdae's psychophysiological measures signaling that he was entering a state of sexual arousal.
"It's just I have to hear the other humans calling me Lay unit all day when I have a name but I can't tell them so. Because of that I want to hear you call me Yixing every day." Jongdae nodded as he ran his hand through Yixing's silky black hair.
"Yeah, I can do that." Jongdae's heart almost burst with fondness with the sincere smile Yixing rewarded him with and he hugged Yixing tight before releasing him from his hold. "Let's eat, I'm starving." He held Yixing's hand and brought him to the dinner room.
Jongdae tried to walk to the kitchen alone but Yixing didn't take the hint and kept following him around the dinner table.
"You don't have to come, I'll set the table. You only have to sit down and let me take care of it." Jongdae pulled Yixing's chair for him to sit down but Yixing kept staring at him.
"But I want to help. What if you burn yourself taking the food out of the oven?" Jongdae considered it but shook his head negatively.
"Let me do this according to my plan, ok?" he grabbed Yixing's head and kissed his temple.
Yixing blushed and nodded before settling down. Every time Jongdae came back from the kitchen he'd motion to get up but ended up remembering himself midway and sat back down again.
Jongdae served both of them food and wine before sitting on the chair adjacent to Yixing. "It's all set. I hope you like the Peking duck, I heard it's a very famous dish in your country." As Jongdae watched Yixing's eyes fixated on the dish in front of him, he realized something. He never asked Yixing if he could actually taste food.
"Yixing… Uh… This might sound a little late at this stage, but…" Jongdae squeezed his eyes together in embarrassment for himself, he was about to sound like a douchebag.
Yixing laughed next to him and caressed his cheeks with a thumb. "No, I can't taste anything but my tongue can analyse the particles and I can tell what I have in my mouth. My body can decompose and transform the particles and I can use the food as fuel too. Thank you, Jongdae. You're the best boyfriend I could ask for."
Jongdae relaxed on his chair feeling relieved albeit still a bit embarrassed and his cheeks turned pink when Yixing gave them a small peck.
"Let's eat, you said you were starving and I'm feeling low on battery too."
Jongdae nodded and tried a bit of the Peking duck, it was rich on flavour and it was delicious. Next he tried the wine and it was exquisite. He made a note to himself to tip and send compliments to the chef. When he glanced back at Yixing he had his eyes closed and looked like he was in a state of trance.
"Duck, salt, fresh ginger, destoned plums, 5 tablespoons of sugar, 2 pinches of five-spice, 2 tablespoons soy sauce, half teaspoon of chilli powder, grated orange zest, cucumber, spring onions and pre-made pancakes*." Yixing spoke mechanically before opening his eyes and blinking them towards Jongdae. "See? I could analyse everything from a few bites. Should I try with the wine too? I can tell you the wine composition."
"Ah… no, it's ok." Jongdae forced a smile that came out a bit confuse and spooked out and steered the topic away from the food.
After they finished the food and cleared up the table, it was time for the cuddling on the sofa while watching a film part. Jongdae explained the millennial human tradition to Yixing who smiled and decided he didn't mind going along with it if it made Jongdae happy. Jongdae put on a lame romantic film on his 4Dimensional Player and let the film technology envelop and surround them from his comfy seat next to Yixing.
Fifteen minutes in and Jongdae was already suppressing a yawn but then he reasoned that that was the fun of it. Slowly he shifted his arm and put it above Yixing's shoulders. Yixing looked at him through his bangs and fitted his head on Jongdae's chest, stifling an excited laugh with the back of his hand. Jongdae smiled and kissed the top of his head. His arm encircled Yixing's shoulders and brought him closer. Now they were effectively snuggling. He let out a contented sigh and tried to focus on the film again.
For his part, Yixing did look interested at the film. He was taking it as a method of research and as a helping book to understand human relationships. He kept commenting things and muttering to himself "ah, so that's how it's done" and when Jongdae caught on misconceptions he'd patiently explain it to him and Yixing would question when he didn't understand. Jongdae eventually forgot about the cuddling plan as the film slowly turned into a school lesson for Yixing.
"Oh." Jongdae shifted on his seat as they entered into a sex scene. Yixing slowly lifted his head from Jongdae's chest and looked at him. These human signs he could interpret by himself just fine.
"Finally something I understand. You told me enough about it that I can recognize what it's going on." Yixing looked at him with a sly smile. His hand crept up Jongdae's chest and toyed with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until he could slip his hand inside.
If Jongdae had any bit of decency he'd feel a bit embarrassed but alas, he didn't. With a bit of maneuvering he sat Yixing on his lap and brought him down for a long languid kiss. Both of them ignored the sex noises from the film around them. Yixing parted away from him giving him space to breathe before he kissed him again, this time more demanding and passionate. Jongdae groped his hips as he kissed away from Yixing's mouth to his neck. Yixing gasped and shivered on his lap. His neck was sensitive because that's where his shutting down switch was located. A few more seconds of it and Yixing was already grinding on his lap and moaning his name.
"Want to try a hands-on approach on this part of human behaviour?"
Yixing's eyes twinkled in the dark and he knowingly tapped his foot on the control remote which shut down the film player "Yeah."
*iPhone were things from the past a long time ago
*thank you jamie oliver
a/n: lmao sorry about the bad fic but no shame ngl
Re: wc!au: team lay -> split between laychenyeol
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 04:00 am (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team lay -> split between laychenyeol
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 09:56 am (UTC)(link). He preferred to act as if he wasn't encouraging anything but if "stuff" was to happen he didn't want Jongdae to die electrocuted for having his dick buried in a robot's ass. He prayed the latex would protect Jongdae and abandoned the house, leaving the two love birds to their own devices.
this part made me lol
Re: wc!au: team lay -> split between laychenyeol
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)