#yixig

The older idol had never been one to go around throwing compliments, sugarcoating or being dishonest to people just for the sake of their spirtual welfare. She did not find it kind or helpful in any way to comfort someone with a white lie. So, when she heard her fellow label mate complaning on his language skills, the woman found it easy to speak about true facts. His progress was visible due to his hard work and ambition, things that she admired. That was something she could’ve never achieved had she been in his shoes and the brunette was rather proud of Yixing and anyone who had been able to reach such advanced level, despite the obvious barriers. Knowing all too well how he felt, since she had previously witnessed her friend’s- Tiffany’s- struggle, she hoped nothing more than for him to feel less troubled about it. 

  ★ – “You should believe, we need to talk about it.” Yixing had never enjoyed having to pick up after others, especially not when his so called roommates were supposed to be adults. Adults like him. Empty milk cartons, left overs from weeks ago, dishes on the couch. Could his members be more sloppy and frankly said disgusting? Though a lot of love circled between the boys he treasured like brothers, some days like these ended up making him more frustrated than ever and then eventually he’d explode. Explode and rant out how annoyed he was feeling, how dirty the place was, how tired he is.

  Today he had unfortunately taken that rant out on Baekhyun. Yelled at him in fact, probably scared him a little. Yixing that usually lives in his own world, Yixing that stays quiet during interviews, Yixing that never would find it in his sane mind to yell at band member Byun Baekhyun. “I’m sorry.” Alone in the empty, dirty dorm. His hand reaches out, tugs on Baekhyun’s shirt and forces him to sit down next to him. “I’m not mad at you.”

  (–０４): It’s rare when Byun Baekhyun finds himself completely stunned into silence, unmoving from his standing position by the couch. He can understand where the elder was coming from and wanted to agree and try and help out with the mess that was partially his fault-- but at the same time he was taken aback at the sudden tone of voice directed at him by the other. It nearly wanted to make him go hide, never really taking ‘getting yelled at’ well. Especially when it’s by a man that nearly never raises the tone of his voice. 

➤ BRINGING TO YOU FROM HERE. ACCEPTING. 

“I still think prank calls are stupid.” His face, now scrunched together in a rather concerned expression, is turned away at an instant when he thinks about it. Prank calls had been something his friends from middle school had found entertaining but Yixing himself never engaged in such activities. School and homework always came first until of course money, girls and eventually fame entered his life. Fame wasn’t anything that drove him to work harder, no, he just really loved doing what he did which was dancing. Dancing and then as time went by; singing. But prank calls? Never. “I just think it’s better not to.. and imagine if they did find out how I look like? Imagine those headlines. EXO’s Lay acting like a child and prank calling people? So far I’d like to keep my image as clean as it is–..”