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team baekhyun [c] wc607
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)“Get off my bed, you fucker,” Lu Han groans in the morning even when Yixing is careful to crawl on his knees so that his socks don’t touch the bed. “What are you even doing?” he scowls, when Yixing curls himself in carefully, yanking enough of the blanket away from Lu Han to sneak underneath it.
“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty,” he teases and Lu Han pushes his face away with a half-hearted swat. “C’mon princess, your carriage awaits.”
“That’s prince to you, peasant,” Lu Han says huffily, spinning around to block the sun out of his face. “I’m sorry you’re lonely, but I want to sleep.”
“I made breakfast,” Yixing sing-songs, “I’ll eat it all if you don’t wake up.”
“Good,” comes the reply, sounding half-asleep already. “Go and get fat for the both of us.”
Yixing sighs, looping an arm around Lu Han’s waist to turn him back around. They’ve been doing this for years now, this constant back and forth, half-conscious, banter every morning where Yixing has to charm Lu Han out of his pajamas (not like that) and face the day. It’s fun though, in some ways, and Yixing finds himself smiling when Lu Han starts drooling, face lax and jaw unhinged.
“You’re so attractive right now,” Yixing teases, reaching over Lu Han to grab his iPhone off the night table. Lu Han who is always more awake than he appears to be, snatches his wrist in mid-air.
He yanks down, probably trying to take the phone away, but all it does is send Yixing crashing on top of him, precariously close.
“No photos,” he pouts, eyes still half-swollen shut from sleep. Lu Han’s breath smells awful.
Yixing wrinkles his nose, wiggling back to put some space between them, but Lu Han holds onto his wrist tight. “Take any and I’ll make your balls hurt for weeks,” he threatens, before going slack-jawed again and back into sleep.
It’s a stupid joke and an even stupider threat, but Yixing finds himself flustered of all things.
“God, I take that back,” Yixing stammers, feeling the heat creep onto his cheeks with their proximity. “You’re so gross and your breath smells. Did you even brush your teeth last night?”
Lu Han doesn’t answer and Yixing starts trying to wiggle his way out of his death grip when Lu Han’s eyes suddenly pop open.
“My breath may smell, but you’re the one with the terrible 5 o’clock shadow right now,” he smirks, pulling Yixing’s wrist and by extension his whole body back down on top of his own. From this angle, Yixing can see the first bit of stubble on Lu Han’s chin and the boogers up his nose. It should be so gross, being this close to his roommate-slash-bandmate, but Yixing finds that he’s already used to it.
He pulls himself back, resting on his elbows to face Lu Han.
“Breakfast is cold already,” Yixing sighs, sitting up on the bed. “Will you please wake up now, Sleeping Terror?”
“Do I get a good morning kiss?” Lu Han flirts, fluttering his lashes in the way that Yixing hates and it must show on his face because Lu Han breaks into uncontrollable laughter, wrinkles folding on the corners of his eyes.
“No,” Yixing replies calmly, wondering when it became routine- so easy and so normal like breathing, for him to tell Lu Han: “No kisses until you brush your teeth, princess.”
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