The younger smirks against his lips

The younger smirks against his lips and if Junmyeon wasn’t being driven out of his mind right now he’d be offended by the sheer unfairness of it all. “So needy for me,” he mumbles appreciatively, and a chill runs down Junmyeon’s spine because yes, he’s Yixing’s and Yixing’s only, and he knows that Yixing has a possessive streak in him but he hasn’t really seen it up until tonight’s party.

A memory rushes by and he gasps; it’s all clearer now, how cold Yixing looked the entire party, how he was hurriedly dragged away before he even got to say goodbye to his friends, how quiet the car ride home was, and now this- it all makes sense now. “This is about Sehun, isn’t it,” he asks, and everything stops at once. Yixing’s eyes harden.

"You were dancing way too close to him," he accuses venomously, stepping away from Junmyeon and letting his wrists go, ruffling his own hair in frustration. "You didn’t even look at me."

"Sehun is a friend,” Junmyeon reminds him. His tone is cold and his body starts to calm down, slowly but surely. “He’s a friend and you know he’s dating Zitao, that dance meant nothing. Please tell me you understand that.”

And now Yixing looks hurt and Junmyeon can’t help but feel a little sorry for him, even if he’s still a little confused about all of this. It’s quiet for a few seconds before Yixing shakes his head and looks down, his arms hanging lifelessly by his sides. “You didn’t even look at me,” he repeats himself hollowly, and now Junmyeon’s really sorry. His eyes soften and he takes those few steps that separate him and his boyfriend, carefully cupping the younger’s cheek.

"Xing," he whispers softly, and the other boy doesn’t respond. "Xing, hey, look at me," Junmyeon demands, and this time Yixing lifts his head and looks him in the eye and Junmyeon wishes he didn’t; there’s hurt there and betrayal and disappointment but most of all he just looks sad and crushed and a terrible realization lands on him- he forgot the most basic rule of Zhang Yixing, the first and most fundamental rule of them all: never let him think that you don’t love him.

And his heart is breaking because that’s not true, not true at all, and tears spring to his eyes because he made the most important person in his life sad and he’s never felt more sorry in his life and he leans forward and kisses Yixing’s sadness away until there’s no more oxygen left in his lungs and they finally pull apart and Junmyeon lets his forehead rest against Yixing’s, a tiny smile gracing his lips.

"I love you," he reminds the younger quietly, rubbing their noses together and closing his eyes, his arms tightening around Yixing’s neck. "I love you and I adore you and don’t you dare think otherwise, you big big idiot.”

And Yixing laughs and it’s wet and a little shaky and Junmyeon really can’t stand to hear Yixing being so small and he hates it when his boyfriend doesn’t believe in himself and he kisses him one more time before pulling away and tugging on his hand, leading him to their bedroom. “Come on,” he says quietly, and Yixing smiles and follows.

They’re moving together and panting together and their fingers are intertwined together and it’s soft and warm when they both slip off the edge and Junmyeon collapses on top of Yixing with a groan, resting his head on the younger’s chest and listening to his heartbeat slowing down as the minutes tick by. And as they both slowly fall asleep Junmyeon kisses the younger’s neck and nuzzles into him, feeling safer than ever.

"I love you," he sighs, and Yixing’s arms around his torso tighten and lips kiss his forehead.

"I know."

And this is the real victory of tonight; he knows that he’s loved and he remembers it and this time, when Yixing’s fingers curl around his wrist as they both fall asleep, Junmyeon doesn’t wonder about it.

He knows.

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The younger smirks against his lips and if Junmyeon wasn't being driven out of his mind right now he'd be offended by the sheer unfairness of it all. "So needy for me," he mumbles appreciatively, and a chill runs down Junmyeon's spine because yes, he's Yixing's and Yixing's only, and he knows that Yixing has a possessive streak in him but he hasnt really seen it up until tonight's party.A memory rushes by and he gasps; It's all clearer now, how cold Yixing looked the entire party, how he was hurriedly dragged away before he even got to say goodbye to his friends, how quiet the car ride home was, and now this-it all makes sense now. "This is about Sehun, isn't it," he asks, and everything stops at once. Yixing's eyes harden."You were dancing way too close to him," he accuses venomously, stepping away from Junmyeon and letting his wrists go, ruffling his own hair in frustration. "You didn't even look at me.""Sehun is a friend," Junmyeon reminds him. His tone is cold and his body starts to calm down, slowly but surely. "He's a friend and you know he's dating Zitao, that dance meant nothing. Please tell me you understand that. "And now Yixing looks hurt and Junmyeon can't help but feel a little sorry for him, even if he's still a little confused about all of this. It's quiet for a few seconds before Yixing shakes his head and looks down, his arms hanging lifelessly by his sides. "You didn't even look at me," he repeats himself hollowly, and now Junmyeon's really sorry. His eyes soften and he takes those few steps that separate him and his boyfriend, carefully cupping the cheek younger's."Xing," he whispers softly, and the other boy doesn't respond. "Xing, hey, look at me," Junmyeon demands, and this time Yixing lifts his head and looks him in the eye and Junmyeon wishes he didn't; There's hurt there and betrayal and disappointment but most of all he just looks sad and crushed and a terrible realization lands on him-he forgot the most basic rule of Zhang Yixing, the first and most fundamental rule of them all: never let him think that you don't love him.And his heart is breaking because that's not true, not true at all, and tears spring to his eyes because he made the most important person in his life sad and he's never felt more sorry in his life and he leans forward and kisses Yixing's sadness away until there's no more oxygen left in his lungs and they finally pull apart and Junmyeon lets his forehead rest against Yixing's, a tiny smile gracing his lips."I love you," he reminds the younger quietly, rubbing their noses together and closing his eyes, his arms tightening around Yixing's neck. "I love you and I adore you and don't you dare think otherwise, you big big idiot."And Yixing laughs and it's wet and a little shaky and Junmyeon really can't stand to hear Yixing being so small and he hates it when his boyfriend doesn't believe in himself and he kisses him one more time before pulling away and tugging on his hand, leading him to their bedroom. "Come on," he says quietly, and Yixing smiles and follows.They're moving together and panting together and their fingers are intertwined together and it's soft and warm when they both slip off the edge and Junmyeon collapses on top of Yixing with a groan, resting his head on the younger's chest and listening to his heartbeat slowing down as the minutes tick by. And as they both slowly fall asleep Junmyeon kisses the younger's neck and nuzzles into him, feeling safer than ever."I love you," he sighs, and Yixing's arms around his torso tighten and lips kiss his forehead."I know."And this is the real victory of tonight; He knows that he's loved and he remembers it and this time, when Yixing's fingers curl around his wrist as they both fall asleep, Junmyeon doesn't wonder about it.He knows.