#lmdejun

starter for @lmdejun !

sometimes xuxi wishes he and dejun spent more time together. he forgot for a while, when they were living in different countries, how much he enjoyed spending time with his cousin. it’s a little hard to believe they come from the same blood line when xuxi’s a skyscraper and dejun’s a hobbit, but they have good looks in common, at least. 

but, when the halloween festivities began xuxi saw a wonderful opportunity for cousin bonding time in the form of the haunted house. what better way than to bond with family than to get scared poopless together?  he’s standing by a candy stall, pumpkin spice latte cupped between his hands, his batman costume hugging his figure and his cape all he has to keep him somewhat warm in the chilly night air. his eyes scour the crowd around him until he spots dejun, and breaks into a smile.

starter for @lmdejun !

it’s been a week since the breakup, and hendery has yet to leave the apartment. he’d called out of classes, gone mia on social media, and stayed in bed for the week, alternating between crying, sleeping, and staring motionlessly at his laptop screen in the darkness of his room as he binge watches animes. it feels as though there’s a hole in his chest, as if he’d been shoved into a bottomless pit and was free-falling through darkness.

but, since the day the breakup happened, when hendery staggered home in tears, hiccuping and coughing, dejun had been there, quietly making sure hendery never felt alone during his heartbreak. he’d forced him to eat and bathe, as hendery surely would have done neither without being pushed to, and had tried to get him out of his bedroom each day, most without success, but it didn’t mean he’d stopped trying. 

A starter for @lmyangyang

Dejun is still awake, poking around in the kitchen, when Yangyang shows back up; taking a second to examine the other boy’s face, he finds it to be free of bruises and swelling, and thereby comes to the conclusion that tonight’s gig had been a DJing one. 

“How was...” Dejun makes a motion with his hand that is meant to be that of turning a vinyl record on a turntable, “What do you even do? Do you just...click like...on a laptop...turntables have to be like ancient history, right?”

He snorts, closing the refrigerator with a sigh, muttering a quiet curse to himself; one look n the fridge and it was clear that three bachelors lived in the apartment, as its contents were mostly comprised of condiments, and the miscellaneous food items that were present weren’t the sort that might be combined into a palatable meal. He places a hand to his belly, which grows tight with hunger. It wasn’t apparent from looking at him, thanks to his Xiao family inherited metabolism, but Dejun ate quite a lot.

A starter for @lmxuxi Backdated to ~September 2018

Dejun grins, offering Yukhei’s mom a curt bow, “Sister, I like your hair.”

He gives the woman a warm smile, ignoring her amused snort, as he was insistent on attempting to charm his cousin’s mother, mostly because he’d always enjoyed annoying the other boy, and hoped he was in ear shot. 

It’d been ages since they’d last seen one another.

“Where’s–”

He’s cut off by the Thai woman, who scurries about the kitchen, fixing Dejun the tea she’d offered when she’d first let him in, “He’s in his room. Go pester him and let me make us all some snacks.” and she nods when Dejun says he’s going to go say hello.

He approaches the door quietly, hoping that his covert approach might allow him to get the jump on the overgrown toddler within, maybe even scare him; he turns the latch as quietly as he can manage, peeking in through the crack in the door to spy Yukhei, several inches taller than Dejun remembers him, as he always was, stretched out across his bed, a uniquely bashful smile spread wide across his lips as he watches the phone he’s got held up above his face.

“You’ll be here tonight, right?” he asks, almost pleading, really, as in the tone of his voice Dejun can hear an imploration that reeks of a special kind of neediness, “I miss you.” 

Dejun takes the opportunity to pop into Yukhei’s room, looking around casually, as though he’d just wandered into an open house, and had not, in fact, interrupted what seemed to be a rather intimate conversation; he enjoys the sight of the boy’s already wide eyes stretching even wider in surprise.