#rep:starter

[ kkt → bella ] it seems that i finally have a very small moment to myself TT_TT i never thought that this would happen  [ kkt → bella ] and instead of being productive i am sitting in front of my television set with a bowl of low sodium popcorn, and it was the best decision i have made in a few days. 

     “I’ve said repeatedly that I am not the best cook, I am not sure why you continuously insist that I make you something to eat...” Yixing’s words were soft and borderline a whine, full lips pursed ever so slightly as he pushed around a wooden spoon in a pot. He was making stir fry, or rather his own version of stir fry with whatever weird recipe he could figure out in his head, the room smelling of pork and a rather large assortment of vegetables. It did smell sort of good but he was still sort of... winging it. What if he messed up somehow? What if he didn’t cook the meat enough? These were all legitimate concerns of the singers. “I just hope this is cooked to your standards.”

     YIXING HAD ALWAYS TRIED his best to be as strong as possible, never showing weakness unless he was at his absolute breaking point. But it seemed that, recently, all he could really do was cry and whimper and pray for everything to be over as quickly it possibly could be. The male was currently sitting with his head in his hands and elbows digging into his knees a little bit as he tried to keep himself calm, but the trembling in his shoulders was an immediate giveaway to just how stressed and upset he was at the moment. “I don’t even think I’m doing a lot and it’s too much, man... it’s too much.” Yixing manager to choke out to Junmyeon, feeling that tender and soothing hand on the small of his back. He didn’t want to be acting like this, not when he wasn’t even promoting with EXO-- hell he should be in China right now but he needed to see his members, needed to be with them at least for a little bit. 

     “YOU HAVE THAT LOOK on your face... that look you get when you have a really devious idea-- and I want zero part in that.”

     “THERE IS NOTHING WRONG with my height...” Yixing let out a whine as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the male from where he was currently standing on top of the coffee table. Chanyeol had seemed to enter one of his more playful and teasing modes, going on about Yixing’s height only about half an hour or so after walking in the door. The Chinese male might have looked annoyed but, in truth, he was more entertained than anything. And, so he could have a leg up, he decided to stand on top of the coffee table in his slippers so that they could be on more even footing. “At least I’m not a gangly giraffe.”

     “THERE IS ABSOLUTELY nothing you can do that will make me let you put that... girly make-up on my face.”

     A POUT HAD SETTLED on Yixing’s lips as he stared at the mess on the kitchen floor. One wrong move, a slip of his feet, and his entire dinner had crashed to the floor. Granted it was only cup noodles with some left over beef and chicken mixed in but it was still his dinner and now it was on the floor and he was incredibly sad. He could hear his friend Changkyun forcing himself up off of the couch and into the small kitchenette area, the sound of the footsteps stopping at the entryway. “I dropped my dinner.” He said in the most monotone voice, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly as he looked over at his friend. “I stepped on my own foot and then dropped it...”

     THIS WAS ALREADY A bad idea. Yixing could feel it deep in his bones. Chewing on his lower lip a little bit he kept himself close to the other males back with a hand gently resting on his waist, doe eyes wide and curious. “Pranking Junmyeon-ah seems like a bad idea...” The Chinese male mumbled a little bit under his breath as he slowly looked back into the dorm where a few of the other members were currently hanging out, keeping an eye on them for a moment before eventually turning back towards the bedroom. “What if we get into trouble? We are barely into the new year-- we should try to be good.”