mystique

"Trust me, you won me over the moment you mentioned ice cream" And it was true because it might as well the one thing he actually heard when it came to the menu so he waited for the other to start putting things on top of the table or the counter and making his magic with them.

"Let’s just have it all" Whatever that all was and as long as he got to eat something. His stomach didn’t grumble yet but he didn’t think he was all that far from doing so and despite the fact that Luhan was the injured one there, Ilhoon had no qualms in letting him do all the work.

“This looks like a place I know. We just raid the kitchen and eat everything around and then someone just magically gets the pantry full again.” He mentioned, placing both hands under his chin as he looks at Luhan, eyes still squinting in the slightest from the lack of light. It was the first time he entered the school, but he had to say it was a nice place, big and not half as stuffy as their underground base.

So he smiled with his words and nodded, his hands already fishing out for the  bread bag, retrieving slices and more slices as he started to make their sandwiches, quietly at first, from time to time throwing a glance or two at the other male, offering him a smile. “This place is great,” he found himself saying, probably showing him more than he wanted – devotion, that is. Because the Institution was almost like a sacred place for him, an unreachable dream he couldn’t fulfill, not until he broke ties with his parents.

Returning his eyes to the plates in front of him, two sandwiches with extra cheese and salmon and turkey for each, plus banana milk and a slice of pie, Luhan felt a little accomplished – sure he hadn’t been there to spend the night raiding the kitchen but it suddenly looked like a good idea since he still didn’t know what he was going to do.

long walks helped him forget sometimes.

so, a long walk he did take through the streets of musa, time spent trying to empty his mind to no avail, time spent thinking too much and too little, time spent wondering on and wondering on about things he usually wondered about.

he was a millennium away from wondering about luhan when he saw him—bumped into him, and yixing didn’t even realize it was actually him until he touched his hand in an attempt to help him up and heard his voice.

it took him a second, but—

"luhan!" yixing chirped in the happy tone of voice he reserved for the few things that made him happy beyond aesthetics.

and not much thought was put into hugging his friend—yixing wrapped his arms around luhan as soon as his motor control found itself. he was beaming from ear to ear, dimple digging deep into his cheek and eyes bright with something like sunshine.

Avoiding people he might know was one of first things he did – cutting relationships with people in order to protect them was his best idea so as long as they could be safe, he could move on and try to live his life.

But of course that’s not what life had planned for him.

Not when Yixing’s arms came in contact with his body and his voice was suddenly a little too loud for people around and even if most of them didn’t know him he still stiffened and looked over his shoulder before wrapping his arms, involuntarily around the other male, sighing and breathing his scent.

It was familiar and nice.

“Not too loud,” he asked in a heavy voice before looking at the man in front of him, memories of a past coming crashing against him but he offered him a small smile under his heavy and tired eyes.

Don’t give up on your dreams; Keep working towards it.

his hands aren’t gentle when they pull the stranger from his waist and his face isn’t kind when he turns around, shoulders a little too broad to be ready for a friendly conversation. 

"back off man,"  he says clearly, stepping back and putting a decent distance between the two of them, "wrong dance floor." 

for a second, he wonders what the fuck it is about him draws in so many gay guys? it’d be different if it was gay chicks- lesbians are hot as fuck- but the dudes can stay as far from him as spinach and he hasn’t eaten that shit in years. it’d be pretty cool, he thinks, if he could convince himself to swing both ways (double the chance to get laid) but he can’t. nothing in is body wants this and he really doesn’t want it from some stranger in this club.

jesus christ, where the fuck is luhan? he doesn’t have all day and if he has to fend off anymore admirers, somebody’s gonna end up in a fuckin hospital- something that absolutely no blame can be placed on him for. 

he isn’t drunk enough for this shit. 

in fact, he isn’t drunk at all. he should change that before he has the pleasure of running into luhan, it’ll make it all a little easier to deal with. 

Only the other had removed his hands so fast and started to walk away that at first Luhan was lost and then he started to laugh, people around eyeing him with curiosity, some even judging the other male’s reaction because they hardly would let someone like Luhan or whatever’s face he was wearing that night leave like that.

So he did the obvious. He followed Yukwon, his tipsiness diminishing by second, as he picked the phone and read the – rude – text coming from the male. He rolled his eyes, so predictable that he was.

Once Luhan opened the kitchen’s door, Ilhoon had to blink for a couple of moments. It was still dark, but now he could now see a few chairs, a table and quite a few counters. The place was big and he looked around with curious eyes, squinting them as he tried to look for details.

"The kitchen is your territory?" He inquired before trying to follow Luhan’s movements in the darkness while nodding all along but forgetting that Luhan probably didn’t see it.

And it probably was because no matter how many times he went to visit the school, he always ended up in the kitchen, someone was always feeding him or he was feeding them, depending on the situation. Perhaps people thought he was there because he was a homeless and poor mutant with no food at home but probably it happened also when he was feeling frail regarding so many things in his life. It was just like he read in a book once that a kitchen can make the weakest soul feel welcomed and sated. One way or another.

“In a way it is.” He finally looked up to Ilhoon that found a chair to sit and even if it’s dark, his eyes are easily used to the lack of light so he can see the younger one pretty well, as he moved around the kitchen, aiming for the fridge. He had a lot to say and use as a tease but for now he’s just amused that the other guy offered free pick up lines as if they knew each other for a long time so Luhan allowed himself to blush a little under the darkness as he scanned the fridge to see what’s inside for them.