sehun’s weird dance
Kaisoo Hannibal AU for 쪼쪼~
luhan accidentally hits chanyeol in the face and receives punishment from leadernim
Kyungsoo greeting the fans ◕ω◕
room 1215, at the very end of the thin spaced hallway.
there’s no button for a door bell. yixing balls his fist into a tight grip and is about to tap his knuckles on the wood when the door swings open. there’s wufan staring down at him from the other side, blond hair falling into his eyes and yixing is struck again by how deceiving he could look.
“you came.” wufan sounds pleased.
yixing holds back a retort and keeps his lips a thin line. he steps inside, not bothering to return wufan’s words. of course he fucking came.
“let me take your coat.” wufan offers from behind him, and a touch on his elbow makes yixing pulls away quickly from the taller man. he gives wufan a stern gaze, cold and angry. a warning. he’s not to be touched tonight.
wufan sighs but takes a step back. he remembers well the agreed agenda that they have made four days ago. they will simply dine, and then yixing is to be let go before midnight.
if the others were to know, wufan will be mocked and ridiculed. he can’t lay a finger on yixing, bare and even clothed. ‘else yixing would rather destroy everything in the blink of an eye, and he could- yixing has threatened, and wufan do know that he could. he wouldn’t allow that.
yixing has shrugged off his coat, drapes it carelessly across a deep red covered sofa and stands uneasy. bottles of wines on a coffee table not far from him make him feels more uncomfortable. yixing is not one to drink for pleasure and he doesn’t want to entertain the idea of having to consume them with wufan tonight.
“if you wish to dine now,” wufan says, “i have dinner fixed already.”
yixing nods stiffly and let wufan directs him towards a certain wing end of the room, a grand space complemented with mahogany set of dining table and chairs for two at both end. there is a handsome amount of plates and trays still covered with lids on the table, even a candle light lit in the middle and yixing, for a short moment, wonders if wufan is sincere.
but yixing is ought to know better. wufan is never good by nature. how many dirty black words have wufan conjures tonight just to have this in a rundown hotel? yixing is not even sure if the food he will be having are for him to feed on.
wufan senses the growing hesitance in yixing and tries to not feel disappointed. instead he gestures for yixing to take a seat while he removes the lids and feels oddly proud at the fine looking feast that he has taken to prepare himself. he serves yixing with endurance, taking his time to tell and explain the different kinds of dishes to the other man even when all the while yixing looks at them with wary clear in his eyes.
“these are food, yixing,” wufan flinches at his own strong voice and softens it later, “they are for you. it’s fine for you to eat them.”
yixing looks at him from across the table, face with an expression wufan can’t quite read.
“thank you,” yixing finally mutters in a quiet voice, almost unlevel with his cold demeanor. he sees wufan’s face brightened only to falter the second yixing lowers his gaze and finishes, “my lord.”
wufan sighs. “please, yixing, i wish to just be called wufan.”
“our relation deems me to regard you as my lord,” yixing says slowly, averting his eyes from meeting with wufan’s, “you own me and it is only right for me to address you as such. i don’t wish to see you as any less, or more, than that.”
and would wufan be considered as less or more than that of being a lord to you? wufan finds himself almost desperately asking but he wills the words to die in his throat and breathes out roughly.
at the other end, yixing has started on his dinner. wufan only watches him, doesn’t touch the food on his own plate because his appetite is now long gone seeing yixing like this. he has fed earlier anyway so wufan let dinner goes by as a quiet affair while thoughts gather inside him and speaks with frustration.
yixing is his. yixing is wufan’s human.
wufan couldn’t even begin to start counting how many eternal rules from down under that he has been bending, or breaking, when it comes to yixing and his life. they will get to him, wufan knows this. and he could have ended yixing’s life in any instant but wufan also knows that he doesn’t want this.
and even more than of them, wufan is more scared of himself. he has tried himself for too long, has been patient against his own nature. wufan knows he can’t hold back; like an elastic band that snaps after being stretched and eventually reverted back to its shape- this is wufan. yixing is never safe, even when wufan wants to protect him the moment yixing comes to him.
but yixing’s life now belong to wufan. and because he is wufan’s, to anyone else, yixing is already as good as dead. wufan just happens to find a heart within himself when he has yixing, as unlikely and strange as it has sounded.
and just for that, tonight, wufan will let the day goes just as yixing has wished.
he’ll let him go before midnight falls.
kris is really feeling it…
Kris closeup shots
Chanyeol wants a hug after Sehun gets one & is ecstatic when hyung picks him up; on the other hand Minho doesn’t mind dongsaeng-whoring
kris/suho ⇨ cosmic love | florence + the machine
No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart.