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kim jongdae chokes on his cereal. he chokes and he honestly wishes that he hadn’t asked yixing about what he’s been up to all weekend because god, if there’s anything he would like to not know about his best friend, it was his sex life (with his amazing boyfriend aka jongdae’s superior at work aka oh god why was the world such a small place). “w-what?”
yixing smiles softly, like he always does, and pats the back of the younger male’s hand (the one that wasn’t thumping at his chest to make sure that none of his breakfast would kill him this fine morning). “i said ‘how was your weekend?’. are you okay? do you need some water?”
shaking his head, jongdae waves off the concern from the other male and focuses on the conversation (he really doesn’t want to know, and yet he still actually does). “why would you have sex in a blanket fort? why did the two of you even build a blanket fort? there’re perfectly amazing beds in minseok-hyung’s place! to sleep in, and to have sex in.” jongdae only knows this because of the one night he got incredibly (embarrassingly) wasted at his superior’s home. he has little to no memory about what had actually occured that night, apart from baekhyun and him declaring that they were going to take over the world. and that he might have fallen off minseok’s dining table after said declaration because byun baekhyun thought it would be great to shove him off since “we’re superheroes!”. and that he woke up the next morning with a horrid hangover (possibly made worst by him toppling off that table) in the most comfortable bed ever.
“hmmmm,” yixing takes his time in responding to his best friend, mostly because he likes watching the little ticks of impatience that jongdae never manages to hide. and also because it was fun to keep him hanging in anticipation. yixing could play ignorant if he wanted, to be honest. pretend that he didn’t comprehend what jongdae was asking and turn the conversation to something else but that would mean an annoyed and curious jongdae. an annoyed and curious jongdae who would never leave the issue alone even until their next standing breakfast date the following tuesday. “it’s fun. i’ve never made a blanket fort before and minseok-hyung thought it would be interesting. though i think we needed more blankets? the floor was a little hard and i think i’ve got bruises–”
kim jongdae chokes on his cereal (which he thought would be safe to consume again). he chokes and he coughs as loud as he can to drown out whatever it was zhang yixing was saying because really,really, he didn’t want to know anything more about his best friend’s and his superior’s (how was jongdae going to look minseok in the eye at the office today?) sex life. honestly, really, just no. never again was he going to ask yixing how his weekend went. ever.