#xiaoyang

Dejun was a sore loser. Especially when it came to gaming and even more particularly when it came to Yangyang. There was something about his smug face when he was winning that absolutely drove Dejun insane. And he was always so good at it, no matter what game it was; no matter how much Dejun practiced, he could never seem to get one over him.

Yangyang watched as Dejun got up from his bed, turning off the console and the main lights, only the small bedside lamp staying on, before turning back to him and pointing at his door.

“Get out.”

“Oh come on, we were having fun,” Yangyang whined, looking up at Dejun, softly pulling him closer by the leg of his shorts, hoping to be giving him his best puppy eyes.

“I wasn’t,” Dejun sighed, trying to pull away from Yangyang, “leave.”

“ Junjun ,” Yangyang said, wrapping both arms around Dejun’s small waist, “don’t be like that, I missed hanging out with just you,” he continued, burying his face in Dejun’s stomach, tightening his hold when he felt him struggling.

“Let go of me,” Dejun said with a huff, arms instinctively wrapping around Yangyang’s shoulders, hands playing with his hair.

“Only if you promise not to kick me out”

Dejun took a moment to sigh before finally agreeing to not kick Yangyang out of his room. He watched as Yangyang let go of him, scooching backwards on his bed before patting the empty place next to him. God, his little smile was so cute and irritating and Dejun couldn’t stop himself from halfheartedly rolling his eyes before lying down next to him. He tried to keep a serious face as Yangyang suddenly moved, hovering over him.

“Stop pouting,” Yangyang said, with a pout of his own.

“No,” was Dejun’s dry response.

Yangyang let out a small huffy laugh before leaning down, rubbing their noses together a few times. He took a moment to look into Dejun’s dark eyes and then quickly kissed his cheek, hoping to catch him off guard. It seemed to work, his pout cracking only a little but that was enough for Yangyang; he smiled as he nuzzled Dejun’s cheek before coming back to his original position hovering above him and then kissing him on the lips.

“Fuck you,” Dejun said quietly, his cold expression completely disappearing, replaced by a small smile.

He wrapped his arms around Yangyang, flipping them so they were both on their sides, facing each other. 

“You’re so annoying, you know that?” Dejun whispered, one hand brushing Yangyang’s hair away from his forehead. 

“Yes, super annoying” Yangyang said proudly, showing off his gummy smile, “maybe you should kiss me to keep me quiet,” he continued, voice dropping lower as he pushed closer to Dejun, their noses rubbing together again.

“Yeah,” Dejun breathed out, eyes so dark it was hard to say where the iris stopped and the pupil began, “maybe I should.”

Yangyang let his eyes flutter shut as Dejun got closer, body relaxing when he felt his soft lips on his, their kiss translating all the love and affection they had for each other that wouldn’t always show in their words.

“Stay the night?” Dejun asked, breathless from their kiss, arms and legs intertwined with Yangyang’s.