"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."
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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."