#total garbage

Chanyeol reluctantly released you, his face beaming.  

'Where are you sitting?' he asked, trying to herd you back to your seat, but he wasn't quick enough.

You broke into a huge smile as you saw Yixing. Your hands shook slightly as Yixing wrapped his arms around you. He felt it and you felt him smile into your hair.

'How have you been?' he whispered, looking down at you sweetly.

'Oh, we're fine, don't worry!' Sehun said sarcastically in your peripherals. He dashed around you and followed Chanyeol to the table where Jae was sitting.

Jongin touched your shoulder, gently reminding you of his existence. You pulled back from Yixing briefly, and Jongin snuck his arms between the two of you, hugging you quickly if only to simply annoy Yixing, who pushed him away after letting him in for a few seconds.

'Ok, that's enough,' he said. Jongin laughed and followed Sehun to the table.

Jae didn't look amused as you were joined by the four members. You slid into your side of the booth where Chanyeol had already taken his place. He snuck a not-too-subtle arm around your shoulders before Yixing sandwiched you in. Yixing's hand quickly found your leg, and Chanyeol huffed quietly.

Jae wasn't pleased to be walled in by the maknaes, who had made a paper football out of a napkin and were flicking it across the table. She caught your glance and rolled her eyes so hard you were afraid they might fall out of her head.  

Chanyeol's arm felt like a ton of bricks on your neck as he leaned on you more. You flicked at his hand, and he flinched away, holding his hand like you had burned it.

'What was that about?' he asked.

'Do you know how much you weigh? If you're going to lean against something, lean against the wall,' you said, a little more brusquely than you had intended.

'Yah! I thought you were nice!' he complained.

Jae gave you the thumbs up, and Yixing snickered, quickly replacing the arm with his own.

You felt frustrated. You knew how Chanyeol felt about you, he had never kept that a secret. However, your own feelings for Yixing couldn't be put aside. You bit down on your lip as you thought hard.

Yixing's hand played lightly on your thigh and drew tiny circles that increased in pressure. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his nose on your cheek.

'I missed you,' he whispered, the breath from his mouth rustling through the tiny hairs above your ear. He took your hand and left it on his own thigh, close enough to his crotch for your fingertips to feel 'him.' You felt yourself turn pink.  

Chanyeol became stiff and rooted himself to the spot. He stared at the wall behind Jae's head. Jae rolled her eyes again, crawling over Sehun and Jongin, who had grown bored of simply playing with napkins and were now battling each other in some sort of game on their phones.

The dinner seemed to drag on like this, Yixing once in a while kissing your cheek or moving your hand up his thigh to produce a reaction, and Chanyeol noticing and taking offense.

'Why don't we go to the arcade next door?' Jae suggested, eager to be rid of Jongin and Sehun as companions. Everyone agreed, Yixing smiling especially wide as he helped you out of the booth.

'What are you up to?' you said with suspicion, keeping pace with him.

Yixing silently put his hand on the small of your back guiding you into the arcade and to the back near the Skeeball games, away from everyone else.

He smiled in his troublesome way, and you knew he was up to no good. Yixing leaned in closely, his lips meeting yours eagerly. He broke away, his breath hitching in his throat.

'Do you know how long I've been wanting to do that?' He asked, his voice muted by the noise and commotion from the game machines. You shook your head no.  

Yixing took your hand again, and before you knew it, had placed your hand on his crotch, letting you feel his desire. He sucked in air rapidly, making a gasping sound, and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You had frozen in place, fearful of the size under your hand.

'Please,' he begged.  

You increased the pressure, rubbing slightly. He moaned into your skin.

'Oh my god!' You heard Chanyeol yell suddenly. 'I'll just tell your mom on you!'  

You turned to see Chanyeol stomping away, his phone in his hand.

'I'm so dead,' you groaned.  

Yixing didn't seem to care, his arm scooping around your back, holding you to him.

'Not before I'm through with you,' he whispered.  

'No, you don't understand,' you said, 'He's actually calling my mom!'

You let out a mock cry as your phone began ringing and your mother's caller ID flashed on the screen. You screamed and threw yourself in the ball pit.