張藝興

因為我不為現在的我而驕傲 Zhang Yixing r/s . s/o ✘✘✘✘✘✘

[jjuwu]

No Couches Aloud! Kris&&Lay

[jjuwu]

Kris’s stomach flopped over with nervous attraction to the action of Yixing so adorably tired, the sleepy blink and eye rub making the other want to touch. But he still had an armful of ugly couch and a possible lawsuit of manslaughter on his hands. 

"N-no it was a thing— trust me." He replied, feeling more stupid by the second. "I’ve got it—" 

At that moment, Kris adjusted his grip again, throwing his weight backwards to drag the couch back indoors. But his socked feet slipped and lost grip on the polished hardwood flooring and he lost his balance. He fell backwards, bringing the couch with him in an almighty pull of all of his weight, and the damn thing flopped on his stomach as he landed on his back. Winded, he coughed, still holding the piece of furniture. Luckily it wasn’t heavy enough to do serious damage, so the tall blonde was simply winded, and extremely embarrassed.  

[yixing-jju]

"Kris!" Yixing let out a squeak as he watched the scene in front of him. If he'd known Kris better he might have laughed at the other's misfortune, but at the moment he was just worried. He quickly shuffled closer, bending over to get a hold of the bottom of the couch before bending his knees to lift it up enough for the older to slide out from underneath it.

"Canadians are weird." He huffed, waiting for Kris to get out from underneath the couch. "If there's any other weird things you do then you should probably warn me now before I walk in on you sacrificing a goat." Yixing's eyes got wide at his own words and he looked down at Kris with a scared expression. "You don't sacrifice goats right? They're so cute..." He seemed to drift off, distracted at the idea of goats.

[jjuwu]

No Couches Aloud! Kris&&Lay

[jjuwu]

"Ah ha ha— it’s something they do in—" Think of a country. “Canada.” Goddamn it. “People do it all the time it’s a foreign thing—” 

Kris was cut off as even more of the couch tilted out of the window ever so slightly and he struggled with the weight. He shifted his grip on the couch, trying to, secretly, pull the ugly thing back into the dorm. It seemed like such a damn good idea at the time but now it was just kind of— really stupid. 

"You look tired maybe you should go to bed." Kris said with a nod of his head, trying to get Yixing out of the room so he can fix this situation. 

[yixing-jju]

Yixing blinked at Kris, trying to figure out in his head if he had heard him right or not, because even if he hadn't ever been to Canada it sounded like a pretty weird thing to let couches hang out of a window. "Are you sure they do? Or was it just you?"

He lifted his hand, his fingers curling into a light fist as he rubbed it over an eye, making his way over to Kris. "We need to get it back inside." Yixing said, reaching out to help keep the couch from tipping out the window.

[jjuwu]

No Couches Aloud! Kris&&Lay

[jjuwu]

Kris heard the door open behind him just as he pushed the couch over halfway out of the window, gravity starting to pull the heavy piece of furniture. Kris shifted his hands slightly to hold it better, digging thin fingers into the ugly patterned fabric. 

He was caught. Kris wrinkled his nose in disdain and wondered if he could get away with just letting go of the damn thing and acting like nothing happened. He would probably break a window or something worse if he just let it go now, so he held onto it. He didn’t even bother finding out what his roommate’s name was, having shoved all of the papers given to him by the office into his bag without looking them over. But when the familiar voice called his name and suddenly he was looking at the sleepy eyed Chinese boy he’d met earlier he berated himself for such an oversight. 

Kris felt his face warm slightly, having been caught in such a stupid situation by someone he was hoping to talk more to. He liked speaking Chinese, it made him feel more relaxed; despite having a very good grasp of Korean. Kris was going to ignore the nagging little voice at the back of his head screaming about how attractive Yixing was. Way to look cool in front of your for-real cool new roommate Yifan, A plus on that front. 

"Yixing—" Kris replied, his grip loosening slightly as Yixing caught his attention. He felt the couch slip slightly from his hold as it started tipping more out of the window and less in the dorm, and Kris renewed his grip, eyes widening slightly. His socked feet slipped a little on the hardwood floor as he strained to hold on. "I’m— airing it out?" Kris answered lamely, feeling embarrassment flame in his chest at the stupid answer.  

[yixing-jju]

Yixing doesn't remember reading anything that labeled Kris as his roomate for his new dorm, but he also doesn't even remember reading anything about his roomate and it occurs to him that that particular information might have been on the papers he had accidently left on a bench in the park. His nose scrunches and he can feel the need to smack his own forehead for leaving such an important thing behind, but he pushes those thoughts away as he struggles to get his attention back on the blonde in the room.

His eyebrows furrow slightly as he tries to make sense of Kris' explaination until he figures out that it really isn't valid. “Uh, gege, I don't really know a lot 'bout airin' out couches, but I don't think that's how.” Yixing's eyes are slightly heavily and his words are slurring from exhaustion as his let out a puff of air and he shifts around on his feet.

"It's goin' to fall and hurt someone." A hand lifts from his side to push his bangs out of his eyes, even if they aren't even that long, and he tilts his head at the supposed older, though it's questionable at this point. The rest of his things that are still waiting for him to pick up are forgotten as he tries to make sense out of the situation at hand.

[yixing-jju]

I'm so sorry to everyone for not being on, I've just been real busy because of final exams and they just wore me out. I'll be back tomorrow for sure and start plotting again~

[yixing-jju]

Hi! My name is Jessica.

Hello, Jessica~. {/smiles} That's a pretty name, I'm Yixing. It's nice to meet you. {/bows}

[jjuwu]

No Couches Aloud! Kris&&Lay

Kris kicked open the door to his new dorm room as nicely as possible, considering his arms were full of garment bags and other very important clothing. The lights were off, so Kris figured he was the first one here, his roommate hadn’t appeared yet. He struggled to turn the light on, not wanting to put his garment bags down because his clothes would wrinkle. He succeeded in turning the light on, although he still couldn’t see anything because his luggage was on the way. 

Kris moved through the room cautiously, thinking that maybe he should have came in without an armful of precious clothing to see what the place actually looked like. He slid his foot forward, felt nothing in his way, and stepped, only to trip and fall face first onto a couch. He panicked, hoping that he didn’t break anything in his garment bags, and rolled off, landing with a thump on the floor. He pushed his clothing and bags aside, gently, before standing to gather them all up again. Stupid couch with it’s stupid high bottom that he couldn’t feel with his feet. 

Yes it was the couches fault, not in any way his. 

Kris huffed, draping a few things over the coffee table and setting his stuffed animal on top, so at least now he could see where he was going. Stupid couch with it’s ugly pattern. It was mocking him, Kris was sure of it. The blonde moved into the first bedroom on the right, claiming it as his and carefully lying his garment bags out on the bed. Walking back into the living room and gathering the rest of his things, but leaving Ace on the couch, he put away his stuff and closed his bedroom door. 

That couch was really ugly. Kris hated it already. He was too busy thinking about how much he hated that couch that he didn’t watch where he was going, again, and tripped over the back of it, again. He flopped onto the cushions, looking up at the ceiling. This couch had to go. It had to. 

It was him or the couch and he paid to be here. 

Simple decision really. 

Kris growled as he stood up again, eyeing the couch, and then the door. There was no way he was going to haul this ugly thing down four flights of stairs by himself, and he wanted it gone before his roommate showed up. He might stop him. 

The window was certainly big enough though. Kris moved to the window, opening it as wide as it would go and looking out. The chill of the air made goosebumps on his skin rise, but it wasn’t that far of a drop, not really. And who cares if the couch survived anyway? No one, that’s who. 

Alright, it was going out the window. 

A little feeling naggled at the back of his mind, that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. But Kris didn’t care, already pushing the couch as close to the window as he could get it. Goddamn this thing was heavy, Kris was already almost sweating as he lifted one end to rest on the window sill before walking around to push the other side. But then, he was the most fit of people. He was about to start pushing it out when he heard the door open behind him. 

[yixing-jju]

Yixing wouldn't lie and say that it wasn't unintelligent of himself to pick a tour around campus over moving himself into his new dorm while he had fresh energy, but at the time it seemed like a good idea; he just wanted to push the moving in part to the back of his mind and to the last second. Now as he lugged up his suitcase and trying to balance a medium sized box in his other hand, he could see how senseless he had actually been. He was tired, worn, and still had another suitcase and three more boxers to bring up from his car. Living on the fourth floor didn't help at all either.

His calves were already aching even more than they had been before when he finally made it to the right floor where his dorm was suppose to be located; maybe he should have gotten something on the first floor, it sure as hell would have been more convienant. Too late now, he thought as he set his suitcase against the wall to open his dorm's door before grabbing his suitcase's handle again to lug it inside. It wasn't until he had set the box down inside the doorway and left his suitcase propped up against it that he looked around the livingroom that he would have for the year.

The brunette's eyebrows furrowed at the fact that when he first looked at the room, there was no couch. It wasn't until he fully turned his head to take in the rest of the room that he noticed the couch being pushed out of the window and by a familiar blonde. “Wha-?” His luggage forgotten, Yixing made his way over to Kris, his head tilting as he tried to figure out why in the world he was trying to push the couch out the window. “Uh, Kris?” He voice was questioning as he raised an eyebrow at the other, the foreign name coming out heavily accented as he slipped into Chinese, knowing that the other student spoke the language. “What exactly are you doing to the couch?”

[yixing-jju]

(/walks up to the male, blinking a little curiously) Excuse me, but are you the chinese student? Because ya' know - (/fixes his shirt) - I heard that chinese had a lot of tongue work.

{/blinks at the other, tilting his head} Yeah, that's me, I guess. {/shrugs} I guess it does, it's my native language so I mean I'm used to it. {/oblivious}

[yixing-jju]

*appears beside you and bumps hips* Yo~! Welcome to Jeonjin, stranger~ I'm Chanyeol~

Oh, nice to meet you Chanyeol. Thank you for the welcome~. {/grins} I'm Yixing, Zhang Yixing.

[yixing-jju]

Hey guys, you know you can follow my sideblog too~

You can also see how much Kris threatens me

For now I'm gonna head off to bed, night!

[jjuwu]

[Kris nodded.] English, a little bit of French… and yes, Portuguese too. 

[He laughs lightly at Yixing’s rant, but he’s distracted by his phone ringing.] Oh, uhm. Sorry. [He apologizes, taking it out of his pocket and turning off the ringer.] It’s an alarm clock, I’m late for work. 

[yixing-jju]

{/his eyes widen at Kris' words and he bows quickly} Oh! Don't let me keep you from getting to work. You better get heading. {/grins widely} We'll have to talk again, yeah? I mean, if you want to. I should probably get going as well, I have work in an hour and I was gonna grab something to eat before. I'll see you around, Kris.

[jjuwu]

Uhm— yeah. [tenses slightly, worried about the state of his hair.] 

I’m from everywhere… I was born in Canada but my family is Chinese and we moved back there when I was a kid. But then we moved back to the States and then here to Korea. Little bit in France and Brazil too… Everywhere. [waves one of his hands] 

[yixing-jju]

Whoa, I've visited places, but I've never lived anywhere but China and here. Do you know English too? French? {/mumbles more to himself than to the other} What do they speak in Brazil... {/shakes his head, giving up as he directs his attention back to Kris} The cultures are very different, huh? It was hard for me to move here from China, it must have been really hard for you. Or well-- {/scratches the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly} Maybe it's just me who had trouble, whatever.

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Green isn’t my style.

Kris to Yixing (via minseok-jju)

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[Kris looks slightly puzzled as Yixing’s hands come up again, standing stock still. He blinks as the hand goes away again.] Conditioner. A lot of it. 

I’ve been every colour you can think of. [Kris shakes his head] Green isn’t my style. [stops] Chinese? Kind of… [easily switches to speaking Chinese, feeling more comfortable.] Half. 

[yixing-jju]

{/nods, reaching up to touch his own hair} You must use a ton.

{/easily switches into speaking Chinese, his body relaxing} Half? You speak well for only being half? I'm from Changsha. Did you come from China or?

[jjuwu]

What other way is there to think about it? I don’t even really remember my natural colour anymore, I’ve been dying it since I was 13. [puts his fingers in his own hair and shuffles them around to fix it.] All different colours, but this one is my favorite. 

[stops, clears his throat] 

I’m Kris, by the way. Kris Wu. 

[yixing-jju]

Wah, how is it in such good condition? Or at least it looks that way. {/he brings up his hands, reaching out to Kris' hair before correcting himself once again and putting his hands back to his sides} What other colors has it been? Have you dyed it green? Green is my favorite color~.

Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. {/bows, smiling} Yixing. Zhang Yixing. {/blinks} Wu? You're Chinese too?

[yixing-jju]

(/he walks into the dance studio and sees you setting up, a smile appears on his face as he comes up to you) Wow what a handsome guy (/gives you a small bow) Annyeonghaeseyo. I'm Lee Changsun and I'll be your dance teacher (/he pauses) you don't happen to be that student from China are you?

{/bows deeply before straightening up and smiling at you} Hello Mister Lee, I look forward to being taught by you. Ah! {/nods, clasping his hands behind with back with another bow} That would be me, sir.

[jjuwu]

It’s boring. Just brown, nothing special about it. [Kris half shrugged, looking down at his hands. He wrinkles his nose.] And, I look a lot better with this.

[looks back up at the other] Moms always say that kind of thing though. 

[yixing-jju]

Well there's nothing special about it if you think that way. {/chuckles} I think you'd look just as good with brown as you do with blonde though~ but your choice.

{/grins} Maybe that's because it's true and they know what they're talking about! Moms are smart that way.

[jjuwu]

[Kris opens his mouth to say that’s probably not the best thing for a small burn but doesn’t get any words out as the other’s hand almost touches his hair.] Eh— [blinks] I don’t like my natural hair colour. So… Blonde. Have you ever dyed your hair? 

[yixing-jju]

What's wrong with your natural hair color? {/tilts his head, crossing his eyes as he looks at his own bang while playing with a strand} I've never thought about dying my hair, I like it. {/lets go of the strand, clearing his throat} My mom always said to be happy with what you have.