#lmyuta

starter for @lmyuta !

bubbles dance on his tongue, making his body tingle with pleasure. it’d been a while since he’d had a drink, and he’d like to think this one was much deserved. having had a long week, ten’s ready for some relaxation, and excitement. he’d booked the hotel room under the name of a friend from back in thailand, because he couldn’t have people snitching on him later about all the ‘double king hotel rooms’ he’d booked. 

as soon as he’d arrived he’d stripped off and donned the lovely silk robes that they always hung up in the bathroom - of course he was going to get his moneys worth - and turned on the tv to a music channel, which he was currently dancing along to, champagne glass in hand. 

it’s been a couple weeks since ten's seen yuta, and he's suffering. he misses the japanese man and his pretty smile. yuta's someone ten considers among the most important in his life. he’d trusted him to be ‘his first’, had let yuta be the first person to see ten as he truly is, under all the cheeky smiles and sassy retorts. 

so, it’s become almost tradition for them to meet up every few weeks, when they have the time, and enjoy something together; whether it be a night out clubbing, watching movies while bundled in blankets, or nights like tonight, when ten was feeling fancy. tonight is a lavish ‘we can afford to have fun’ night, where they mess around (whatever that might entail) in an expensive hotel room, and simply enjoy each others company, and whatever food room service has to offer. 

This event wasn’t as much as a success as Yibo had thought it to be. He had mostly only come because he had guessed a lot of people would come, and lots of people meant more people he could charm (or annoy) into giving him food, but for some reason nobody had really believed him when he said he was homeless. And flirting hadn’t gone as smoothly as usual. Everybody was too busy having ''fun'', being with their friends, or ignoring him, how surprising. why would't people want to give food to a handsome tall man like him? Partly Yibo was annoyed by it, but could he really blame people? That they for once didn't judge people for their looks and all were amazed by him, but instead all choose to have fun?

Hm. There wasn't much to do? His attempt in getting free food hadn't gone as greatly as hoped, still he got some free food (which was gone in a second), but now it was getting late, he hadn't managed to contact any friends for the night and ask them if he could sleep at their place, and he hadn't gotten as much food as wanted, so everything had not gone after the plan.

That's right when he spotted the face, a face he recognized, somebody he considered to be a friend, and they stood right there, with food in there hand, ready to eat, and that's when Yibo decided it. He ran in the direction of Yuta, stole the food from their hand and ate it a second before turning to Yuta with a smile "long time, no see".

somi is proud for being consistent this year. she kept her grades at an above average level, came to training most days, and uploaded videos every month like she had committed to herself (and her viewers). working on her monthly dance videos is the highlight of her month. it serves a reminder that despite the packed schedule she can still do things that she (relatively) loved to do before she became a trainee. it gives her a sense of normalcy, keeps her grounded even, and continuously teaches her to be disciplined.

things have been going well, but she did want to do something different for this month's dance video. and who better to help her with that than... "oppa!" she calls out from the end of the hallway, hurried steps bringing her closer to yuta ( @lmyuta ). "how are you today?" she asks with a big smile on her face, just looking at the older boy. "do you want to get snacks? energy drink? vitamin water? my treat!" somi was usually chatty so hopefully it doesn't scare yuta off, or make him suspicious.

A starter for @lmyuta

Sicheng isn’t sure he will ever grow accustomed to Yuta’s subtle clinginess, simply for how unexpected it’d been; his attitude was otherwise so forward, so assured in posture, and it’d taken a bit for Sicheng to recognise that his eager, playful pestering of him was affection; although he’d never speak a word of this knowledge to Yuta—not so much because he thinks the other man would resent such an accusation, but because Sicheng sort of thinks it’s cute, and he resents that.

He’d been gone all weekend with Xuxi, so when he arrives back at the apartment Sunday evening, he expects Yuta to be excited, and he’s not disappointed, because it’s only a few seconds before he’s attempting to pull Sicheng into an embrace, cooing ironically affectionate platitudes, and even as he groans, Sicheng relents to a hug, giving Yuta a quiet, but genuine, squeeze—followed immediately by a whine, gently pushing him away before it becomes too obvious that Sicheng kind of missed him, too.