exomeme | part two hundred and twenty one

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Zitao was the most careful person he knew. He always had a backup plan, he hadn’t traveled by sunlight for months, always The only way Chanyeol knows how to cure a bad break up is insanely large amounts of fast food and drinks combinations you’d regret later. So clearly, when Kyungsoo called him tell him and Jongin broke up the night before he invited him to his place. Jongdae and Baekhyun in tow with three large bags of McDonalds. Which was mostly the reason why they were crammed into Chanyeol’s small apartment at a table definitely not meant for four people. Empty french fry boxes piled up on used napkins and cumbled hamburger boxes. But it was fine as long as they managed to cure their friend’s wounded heart, Chanyeol could clean up later.
“What if he want to get back with me in a few days? I mean it was rush and, and-”
“Listen, I’m going to give you the best advice of your life.” Jongdae smugly smiled around his straw and tapped Kyungsoo’s hand.
The smaller male sniffed and rubbed his nose with the back of his greasy hand.
“If Jongin goes back to you and askes you to go back out with him. Tell him that you hate him and kiss him and you’ll not only have him back but you’ll have the best sex of your life that night.” He shoveled three fries into his mouth before speaking again, “but if you automatically tell him you love him you’ll probably never see him again. I feel like he’s that kind of guy.”
Kyungsoo didn’t look convinced.
Jongdae nodded furiously and pointed at Baekhyun. “Just look at him! How many time do you think him and Luhan have broken up and how many up and gotten back together using my full proof plan?”
Chenyeol hummed in agreement, downing the rest of his coke and licking his lips. Baekhyun didn’t argue but there was only a hum from Kyungsoo.
“I don’t know… is it even worth it? What if it doesn’t click between us?”
Baekhyun wolfed down his third cheeseburger as handed Kyungsoo another box of french fries, “just eat enough that you heart explodes and you won’t have to worry anymore.”
Jongdae narrowed his eyes, “Baekhyun you’re not helping.”

inspired by his future sting in the jungle~

im terrible at animals ;n;

"I think you weirded him out a little," Chanyeol says when Baekhyun shuffles inside their room after vocal practice.

"Huh?" Baekhyun says. He flops onto his bed, face-first, and kicks his legs up at the knee, toes brushing against his back. "Who?"

"Lu Han told me Yixing told him he thought you were a bit strange after you visited the dance studio this morning," Chanyeol rattles off. "Something about creepy staring? Not sure."

Baekhyun remembers the whir of the big fans set up in each corner of the practice room when Jongdae had led him inside. The blue-sky-white-cloud background room was their main practice area, but the AC had gone out earlier, apparently, and everyone was slouching around in sweat-stained shirts, pouring water down their throats.

Baekhyun had stuck close to the wall, just watching. The extent of his experience with idol group dancing involves a lot late night partying to SNSD's music at the noraebang and his friends' houses, so he felt a bit shy watching everyone move sinuously across the floorboards like it was nothing. I have to do that in the future,

Jaewon, the choreographer and dance coach, had sent him an easy smile from the water dispenser. "Unfortunately, I can't crack the whip for you yet," he said, and Baekhyun laughed. "You can watch, though. We're rehearsing some stuff for a SHINee showcase coming up later in the summer."

The first thing that caught Baekhyun's eye was an otherwise unassuming boy near the front of the room, right up against one of the big mirrors stretched across the wall. When the music came up over the speakers he whirled into motion, specks of sweat flying from his hair, quick and precise motions of his body. Baekhyun hadn't realized his jaw had dropped until Jongdae laughed and closed his mouth for him, a finger tucking beneath his chin to push it back up.

Chanyeol is watching him from the other bed, a curious look in his eyes. At least now Baekhyun knows the dancer's name. Yixing. Foreign. So one of the Chinese trainees, then. "He was really good at dancing," Baekhyun says lamely, burying his head in his pillow to hide his face. Now that he's horizontal, all the weariness of training descends upon him like a torrential downpour. He could sleep for a week, probably, if he didn't have to get up and do it all over again in the morning.

Baekhyun doesn't start serious dance training until two weeks after he's become a trainee. He has to learn how to bend his body in ways that he didn't even know he could bend, and it's hard, grueling work at first. He forgets to stretch one morning after running in late and feels it for the next three days, his calves sore, arms aching, the small of his back twinging whenever he stands upright. Jongin has some foul-smelling pain patches that he lets Baekhyun appropriate until the bad period passes.

Sometimes, Yixing practices with them. Baekhyun quickly memorizes the regular rotation of training; he's with Jongin and Chanyeol and Kyungsoo on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Tuesdays and Thursdays he's with Yixing and Lu Han and Jongdae. Baekhyun ends up standing together with Yixing at the water dispenser about a month into training. "Sorry," he blurts out, in between sips of water, and Yixing turns his blank eyes towards him. "For creeping you out the first time we saw each other."

"Oh," Yixing says. "I mean—it's okay. It doesn't matter." He smiles, a dimple carved into his cheek. "I just assumed you were confused."

"No," Baekhyun says, and is painfully aware when Yixing shuffles close into his space to get to the water spout. "You were just—I like watching you dance."

Yixing pauses for a moment, and then all the tensions melts from his shoulders. "That's it?"

"What do you mean, that's it?" Baekhyun says, a bit put out for some reason he can't put his finger on. "You're really good!"

Yixing flushes a little, the red scrawled high over his face. "It's nothing special," he demurs, and takes a long sip of his water.

"I couldn't dance like that if I tried for the rest of my life," Baekhyun says. He grins when Yixing's expression turns more gratified.

Yixing wanders in early the next Tuesday with a package from FamilyMart in his hands. Baekhyun's there because vocal lessons let him out ahead of schedule, and he's been killing time on his phone. "I got this stuff," Yixing says in stuttering Korean, wandering toward the bench Baekhyun's reclining on, "but I don't actually know what they are. The lady at the store told me they were good and put it in my bag for me."

Baekhyun peers inside and laughs. "They're just cheese puffs, Yixing."

"Cheese puffs?" He blinks rapidly. Confusion is so cute on him, Baekhyun thinks, and tamps down on his instinct to reach out and brush a hand over Yixing's face. "What's that?"

"It's—" Baekhyun is, for once, lost for words trying to think of an adequately simple explanation for Yixing. "They're delicious," he finishes, and fishes a packet out of the FamilyMart bag. "Here, try one."

Yixing goes a little cross-eyed gazing at the cheese puff Baekhyun's holding out between his thumb and forefinger. Baekhyun expects him to take the puff himself and put it in his mouth, but Yixing surprises him, the same way he had the first time they met and he'd whipped into motion on the dance floor. Baekhyun watches Yixing bend his face forward as if in slow motion, his warm lips wrapping around the tips of Baekhyun's fingers as he takes the cheese puff into his mouth.

Baekhyun can still feel the heat of the inside of Yixing's mouth even as he draws back, crunching on the cheese puff.

"Ah," Yixing says, satisfied. "I know." He rattles off a long string of Chinese and gives Baekhyun a nod of satisfaction. Baekhyun drops his wet hand and wipes it discreetly off against the fabric of his pants, trying to ignore the way his dick is stirring.

no the problem was i backspaced, panicked and ended up refreshing

lost words forever

goodbye last free kick ;;

NO SCREAMS OUT LOUD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

this is so qt

screamsss anon ;;;;;;;;;;;;
when i imagine 2jong i didn't imagine them to be like this ;; but i love your drawings lmao

"No," Yixing said for the fourth time that night, "I am not going to have sex with you to help you get over your break up."

Lu Han looked up at him sadly with wide puppy eyes and a pout on his face, but he didn't refuse the can of beer Yixing shoved into his hands. "I don't understand," he says to his beer. "I did everything right."

Yixing resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands and groan, and turned to stare out the window instead. It was still raining, just like it had been when his best friend had shown up at his door unannounced and drenched, and looking suitably heartbroken for the lead in one of those cheesy dramas Lu Han forced him to watch together. Thankfully, Yixing is not totally unprepared - sorry. disaster heading your way. my fault. good luck. Minseok had texted him. When Yixing had sent back a quizzical ????????? he was met with radio silence. Then the doorbell had rang, and everything made perfect sense.

"Maybe what you think is right isn't what he thinks is right," Yixing tried. There were already five empty cans on the floor and table - only one of them was his. He'd ordered pizza, but it was still sitting largely untouched. This was worrying. There were days where Lu Han lived for pizza. (These were not the days when he lived for jajangmyeong but Lu Han was a creature of many comforts.)

Lu Han suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders. Yixing yelped as his forgotten (thankfully unopened) can of beer fell dangerously near to his family jewels.

"Lu Han!"

Lu Han, however, was staring at him with an expression of dead earnestness.

"What if...he's no longer gay?"

...

Yixing...stared. Blinked. Turned this thought over in his head several times, although not for any of the reasons why Lu Han might have thought he should be turning it over for. No, mostly, he wondered if this was really the final straw.

"Um," Yixing quickly said, hoping to forestall another series of hysterical, nonsensical thought derailments. "I don't think it works that way."

Lu Han huffed and retrieved his beer, cracking it open as he dropped back heavily onto Yixing's couch. Yixing was suddenly very glad he lived alone, because having a roommate come home right about now would be really awkward. He rubbed his eyes.

"Did he...say why?" Yixing tried. Again. Although the first time he'd tried Lu Han had looked at him like Yixing was killing puppies, and hadn't gotten very far. This time, Lu Han was hopefully drunk enough that he would actually answer.

But Lu Han shook his head. "He said he needed space," he said. "Are you sure you don't want to be my breakup sex rebound?"

Yixing groaned. "Yes, Lu Han. I am quite sure."

"See, I don't understand why you don't have a boyfriend - you're so sweet."

"...Please tell me that was sarcasm, because that was really creepy just now."

"I've decided." Lu Han stood, and Yixing feared for his carpet.

"Decided what?" Yixing asked tentatively.

"I'm going to propose."

"You—what!?" If he had been drinking water (or beer, or anything), he would've spat it out. But one of them had to be sober and it definitely wasn't Lu Han.

Yixing glanced at his phone, thought about Minseok's text, and pulled Lu Han back down. "I think," he suggested slowly, "I know why he needs some space."

Jongdae's new muscles come in handy. He's significantly bulkier than he was over the winter, so the fight's less than fair. Baekhyun likes it, though, especially when Jongdae holds him down just to watch him struggle and try to break free.

Baekhyun's always the one that starts it. He likes it this way—pushing Jongdae's buttons until it's hard to tell whether it's foreplay or just full-blown spite. Jongdae bites Baekhyun's lip so hard he comes away with blood on his teeth.

"Fuck you," Baekhyun says, holding his mouth. "Who does that?"

"You liked it."

He's got a point. Jongdae leans in and licks at the wound playfully. It stings a little, and then he's pushing his tongue past Baekhyun's teeth. He tastes coppery and cold. Baekhyun tries to get back at him, nipping at Jongdae's lips in retaliation, but Jongdae's too quick, lips too slippery to do more than catch at them before they're gone again, moving down Baekhyun's chin to his throat.

Jongdae pulls him off the bed with his hands under Baekhyun's arms and muscles him up against the door. The outline of his dick is rock-hard in his underwear and Baekhyun, already sans underwear, is much the same. Jongdae crushes Baekhyun's body into the door so hard Baekhyun feels his ribs creak a little bit.

"Fuck you," he hisses when he gets a chance to catch his breath. Jongdae pushes him harder, chuckling right into Baekhyun's ear.

"I will. Be patient."

Jongdae doesn't go easy on Baekhyun. Baekhyun probably wouldn't like it as much if he did, honestly. Even though it fucking stings the first time Jongdae unceremoniously shoves two fingers up his ass, it's really the roughness and the frantic pace that gets Baekhyun off quicker than anything.

"Don't come yet," Jongdae says, and then rubs the pads of his fingers against Baekhyun's prostate so hard Baekhyun starts to feel his knees go out.

"That's not your dick?" Baekhyun bites out. His fingers scrabble to catch hold of the hinge, the doorknob. Something to hang on to. "I honestly couldn't tell the difference."

Jongdae pulls his hand back and spanks Baekhyun with an open palm. The sound rings out brightly in the dark room. His ass cheek burns hot with the contact, and Baekhyun has to blink back the unbidden tears collecting in the corners of his eyes.

"Are you crying?" Jongdae asks.

"No," Baekhyun says defiantly, pushing his ass out. "Do it again, I don't care."

Jongdae smacks him again—the other cheek this time, so now Baekhyun's got twin handprints, a balanced pain he can focus on while Jongdae peels open a condom. The wrapper flutters to the floor next to Baekhyun's feet. In the next moment Jongdae's pulling Baekhyun back by the hips, dragging him down enough that Jongdae can line up his dick and nudge inside, just the tip, just enough to breech his entrance but not enough for any sort of satisfaction. The stretch burns, more than Jongdae's fingers had. Baekhyun had just been trying to piss him off when he'd made the crack about his fingers. Jongdae's dick is a long longer, a lot thicker.

"The fuck?" Baekhyun bursts out after a moment passes and Jongdae still hasn't moved. He hooks his ankle back around, hands braced against the door to keep him balanced, and kicks at Jongdae's calf. "Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to stand there and look at my ass?"

"Hm," Jongdae hums, hands suddenly soft on Baekhyun's hips. He strokes circles with his palm into Baekhyun's hipbones, pushing the tip of his cock in and out and in again in short juts. He chuckles at the frustrated noises Baekhyun's making, the annoyed huffs and pants, the sharp intake of breath every time he pushes back inside only to reverse direction.

"Come on, asshole—" Baekhyun growls, and then he can't speak anymore because Jongdae's slamming inside him so hard he feels the breath leave his lungs. He's so full, overwhelmed, and feels himself start to sink to his knees. Jongdae hauls him up with those arms of his around his chest.

"No, you don't," Jongdae says, biting at Baekhyun's earlobe, tugging it with his teeth. "You're going to stay on your feet for this."

It's all Baekhyun can do after that to stay in an upright position, elbows on the door, leaning most of his weight back onto Jongdae. He lets Jongdae hold him up while he fucks into him, head lolled back on Jongdae's shoulder, a sloppy grin on his face because he's finally getting what he wanted in the first place.

thank you anon lmaooooo /o\ i love you too :*

i really can't draw i'm sorry

"chanyeol's kind of desperate, don't you think? a love potion won't get him very far. well... maybe far into his own grave. this is do kyungsoo we're talking about here," baekhyun says around his pumpkin flavored lollipop, almost drooling on his expensive school uniform.

disgusting, jongdae thinks. disgustingly cute. he wants to lick the drool. okay, so jongdae himself is disgusting, too.

"can you imagine, though? kyungsoo being all over chanyeol? that would be priceless."

"if you count him attacking chanyeol then he already is all over him and he definitely will be all over him to kill him after the potion wears off and i think i am too frail to watch that happen with my own eyes, so maybe we should stop him."

"oh, come on, jongdae! what was that muggle saying? do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger it is a muggle saying if a muggle wrote it even if it's about wizards, right?" baekhyun licks his lips and it's extremely difficult to look away for jongdae. "anyway, i think we should listen to it this time." baekhyun grins.

"i like how you think," jongdae agrees immediately, and he would be embarrassed how readily he changed his mind if not for that gross smile of his. a gross smile he's so fucking fond of.

baekhyun leans over to whisper into his ear, "now stop staring at me that way. come over to my chambers tonight and we can try out a different kind of potion."

jongdae gulps.

tyty :')

my papi ♥

AAAAAANOOOOOOOONNNNNN

i didnt read over this and now i regret it

thanks anons! see you soon

theme: fantasy, swap (gender for kai)
character: kai as olivia, luhan as chrom, suho as robin
from a convo months ago ;;

lmao i didn't either until that thread about chen leaving kai at the park to get eaten by a dog u_u and now.......this u______u i'd like to think they have a much better relationship when they grow older ;~~~;

anoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon

ill never have a more intense time trying to write than i will when writing free kicks

i like this anon

SUHAN ANON

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part two hundred and twenty one

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