Hangar

@✚ Leo Myungsoo smile brightened " really I live coffee ~ "
Let's out a small chuckles shaking his head " Aniyo I'm not tired we can get coffee " he said softly before motioning his hands for the other to walk .

@✚ Leo Myungsoo nodded in understatement " ahh I bet it is tiring huh ~ " he pouted before tilting his head " how about we get some coffee ? " he asked the other also feeling exhausted and tired from his field training .

@✚ Leo Myungsoo smile at the other an sighed softly " I'm just a solder for the army " he nodded and he looked at the male " nurse ? Wow how is that for you ? " he asked sincerily curious .

@✚ Leo Myungsoo looked over as he saw another male beside him in the hangar smiling softly he waved back " hello ~ " he nods before walking to the other holding out his hand " Kim myungsoo ~ " he eyesmiled

@✚ Leo Myungsoo walked around with his hands in his pocket as he looked around he was being curious right now so he just wandered not caring about anything at this moment .

Pushing his hair out of his face with the back of his wrist, Onew leaned back on his hunches as he pulled away from the engine currently in pieces on the hanger floor. Having caught a newbie hacking away at a bolt that wouldn't come off, Onew gave a sharp yell before chasing the other out. "Seriously, How do they get the jobs if they don't know their way around an engine." muttered the engineer as he rolled the arms of his overalls up.

Since his run in with the nurse, the young aircraft engineer had avoided him with all costs. Throwing himself into work and scaring the new recruits. He was wound tight, no one spoke to him. He wasn't that scary, right?

[/shoves chuchu to my room[

[give me like a day or two because you need 500 points to get a room e n e]

{ so yeah. rooms are nicer e n e
because walls=multiple posts }

@Kris { we could do walls.
I just get annoyed sometimes on walls because chara limit u n u }

@Lay [wall? or
let me ask if i can make my own room e u e;]

@Kris { lol. So now Yixing goes to meet Kris.
where should we go? }

[scene end o/]

@Kris Yixing sighed deeply the moment he heard the soft, but completely obnoxious beeping from Kris's suit. He knew that sound all too well. It was the sound of their unavoidable departure. He leaned against Kris, wanting to feel his warmth for only a few more minutes. That was all he wanted. A few more minutes. Well, no, that was a lie. Yixing wanted years, light years, eternities, of Kris's embraces. Of his warmth, of his love. So the seconds they got during training hours, the hour they got when Yixing met him in the hangar, they were something Yixing treasured. He wished he could stop time. Oh how he wished he could.

But, Yixing knew he had to go, or risk both of them getting caught. And no matter how much time he wanted with Kris, if they were caught, they were dead. And even if the Korean military didn't kill them, Kris's father certainly would have, if he didn't dish out something worst than death to the secret lovers. Yixing went on his toes to kiss Kris's lips a few more times, wanting to get in as many kisses and touches as he possibly could before being forced to leave. "You know me," he whispered softly. "I'm so clueless and forgetful no one will question me if I tell them I was lost on my way back to the barracks after using the restroom. I'll be fine." Yixing bit his lip as he reached up to cup Kris's jaw, gazing at him with soft eyes. What was Kris thinking about?, he wondered.

Yixing knew that the moment Kris pulled back, it was his cue to leave. He gave a wide smile at the loving, affectionate nickname spoken in their mother tongue, then those amazing three words that never failed to send his heart and mind soaring far above the clouds and stars. "Night baobei," he replied, a light pink dusting his cheeks at the kiss to his hand. He'd had more passionate kisses from Kris, but the softer ones tended to make him more flustered, because he could feel love and affection pouring from them. Just like that night beneath the fireworks, when Kris had crossed the boundary between platonic and romantic love. "Wo ai ni. I love you, more than anything. I'll see you tomorrow." He nodded, blowing a kiss to Kris. "Ah. And I have a shift all by myself for half an hour after lunch. Drop by quickly if you think it will be safe." Yixing turned to leave before pausing, turning around. "Oh. And please get some sleep. I worry about you. As happy as I would be to see you in the nurse's sick bay, I'd rather not see you there /because/ you're sick. Take care of yourself, my love," he whispered before walking out of the hangar, feeling much happier than he was earlier.

@Lay The taller of the two chuckled lightly when the younger came for a kiss again. "I suppose you're right." He murmured, having planned this for the latter's special night. He just hoped Yixing wouldn't completely hate it because Kris was pretty much one of those clueless guys when it came to a relationship, unsure of what would be a suitable present or time to suggest advances in their relationship.

Running the pad of his thumb along the soft knob of a knuckle belong Yixing's own thumb, he sighed, hearing a single beep sounding from inside of his one-piece mechanic suit. It was no doubt another one of his father's coded demands. He hated when that happened, because it seemed Kris' father liked to disrupt him whenever he had these rare moments with the younger. He looked apologetically at the latter, pulling away from Yixing and gazing down at him with a soft smile after pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead just between those delicate brows that always seemed to furrow whenever he was about to scold the older for something. He didn't want them to come together anymore, to make Yixing fret over something trivial as Kris himself.

"You should head back to your quarters now. I don't want one of the night wanderers to find you here." He suggested softly, regrettably sending his lover back so soon, but it was always like this, their moments had to be brief no matter how amorous. But tomorrow night would be different, he promised himself. He knew Yixing hated it here, and truthfully, Kris probably hated it more tenfold, but to go against his father's rule was probably more promising in punishment than going against God's own rules. He stared at Yixing for a moment, questioning the latter's happiness in their relationship because Yixing deserved so much more than what Kris could offer at this moment and the blond hated himself for not being able to give the other everything due to current circumstances.

Giving the latter a one armed squeeze and pulling his other hand out from the younger's clothes, he raised their joined hands, pressing his lips on Yixing's knuckle before releasing him. "Good night, bao bei." He said quietly, diverting his gaze away as he stepped back and leaned against the edge of the sink, his silent notion of telling the other to leave. "I love you."

@Kris (Obviously I'm Hangeng here. Hi! ^^ Sorry for interrupting... Just continue. XD)

{ otl. thank you. krissy and I have good rps u n u }

[and who r u]

(Sorry for the interrupter - I love your writing! I've only read this last passage from Lay and I LOVE it!!!)

@Kris Yixing was only far too happy to melt against Kris, melding his own lips more to Kris's, enjoying the kiss. He tangled his fingers into Kris's hair with one hand, his other resting atop the elder's chest, lightly pressing down so that he could feel the toned muscles of his lover's chest. It seemed, no mater how many times he and Kris touched, no matter how many times they kissed, spoke soft, gentle words to each other, Yixing would always feel this breathless. As of now, his legs felt like jello, and if Kris wasn't holding him, Yixing was certain there was a possibility that he would fall over, incapable of holding himself up pressed against the perfection that was Wu Yifan.

A shiver ran though him as he felt Kris's large, warm, beautiful hand slip up the back of his shirt. Yixing had a thing for hands. A , if you wanted to call it that, label it. And Kris's hands were absolutely perfect. They were quite large, probably one of the largest hands Yixing had ever seen. Kris's fingers were long, the skin smooth, veins standing out. They were strong, and Yixing was more than happy he had the pleasure, the privilege of holding whenever he liked. Well, so long as they were in a safe place.

He in a soft breath, tasting Kris on his tongue and letting out a soft hum of pure, undisguised bliss and happiness. Oh how Kris made him happy. Well. Kris not so much. Yifan, however, was an entirely different story. Yifan was the one Yixing fell in love with. Kris was his brother, someone Yifan had to replace. Yixing pulled back, getting off of his tip toes at the same time as Kris, blushing as he saw the saliva connect their lips for another moment longer. It was an sight, not completely unpleasant. He his lips and gave Kris's hands a loving squeeze, nodding. His heart sped up at the thought of getting to spend an entire night alone with his precious Yifan. Especially because it meant a bed, and that could mean other things that brought the blood warm to Yixing's cheeks. "Of course I will," he said. "It's my birthday tomorrow too," he reminded gently as he kissed Kris's lips quickly again. "I promise I'll be there. I always am, aren't I?"

@Lay The moment he felt Yixing's lips part, mouth widening, Kris took advantage, his wet muscle delving into the hot cavern, marking his territory along the crevices of the younger's teeth, swabbing gently along the insides of his cheeks and deftly tangling with Yixing's idle tongue, a sweet, warm taste on his buds and he doesn't try to assess what it was Yixing's last had in his mouth because the blond has already marked it off as the taste of Yixing, sweet and gentle, just like he was.

Kris happily accepted Yixing's nearing body into his hold, his large hands having a mind of their own as they slipped under the crisp starched fabric of the younger's shirt, running along the soft, smooth skin of his back, still cool from the night's temperature.

He didn't know what it was about Yixing that drove him absolutely wild, made him forget about his motive for being here, the other was so enticing, so distracting, and always, always succeeded in directing the older's attention from his job. Kris couldn't help but dote on the latter with attention and kisses when they were like this, alone and unsupervised. He didn't know when this infatuation had started for him, when it had become more romantic than friendly when they were in their early teens when Kris had one night closed the distance between their lips for the first time beneath the colorful fireworks on Chinese New Years when they were standing on the balcony of his home for one of the few occasions his father would let him leave the Chinese military quarters. If it were not for Yixing, the blond just knew that he'd become like his elder brother if he hadn't found Yixing first, he'd be emotionless, reject any sort of relationship be it friendship or something more, he'd be cold, he'd be lonely and not even notice it before it was too late.

The taller broke the wet kiss, a thin strand of saliva snapping between them as he took one of his hands out from beneath Yixing's shirt, lowering it and tangling his fingers with the other's. "Tomorrow night after midnight. My cabin is just beyond the training field." He murmured, planning one of their rendezvous in the single-person living facility he was granted just because no one wanted to room with the scary-eyed 6'2 man who looked like he'd snap someone's neck with a swing of his hand. "You'll come, won't you?" He whispered, craning his head downward more to rest their foreheads together, staring down into Yixing's beautiful chocolate orbs.

@Kris Yixing always paid so very careful attention to the way Kris would react to him. Making sure he didn't go too far, nor anger Kris too much. He had to keep Kris happy, Kris being the sole reason he was here. Without Kris, there would be no Lay. And without Yifan, there wouldn't be much of a Yixing to match him. He nodded a little as Kris spoke words in soft Mandarin, the language sounding like beautiful music to Yixing. It was something familiar, something beautiful, something sacred, and something they shared and held dearly to them. Yixing hated the Korean language. He found it hard to speak, and awkward to speak, and not nearly as musical or sweet sounding. Then again, Yixing was biased. But not even Kris's perfect lips could shape the Korean words and make them sound nearly as beautiful as their mother tongue sounded on his lips.

"I know. I'm sorry," he said softly into Kris's ear. "Dui bu qi, baobei," he continued, breath hot on Kris's ear. He smiled as he felt the lips on his own and nodded. "There aren't any cameras in here," he reminded. Yixing had mapped out the entire military base the moment he had been given a tour, keeping track in his mind. He knew where every camera was, and where each blind spot was. These were the places he exchanged kisses and hugs and soft whispers with Kris. This was one of the few safe places, and Yixing had thought about this before he dragged Kris into the bathroom to clean up.

Yixing gladly opened his mouth for Kris's tongue, his cheeks turning pink. No matter how many times he had been held by Kris, had been kissed by him, had been loved by him, Kris never failed to make him feel like a boy with a schoolgirl crush on him. Yixing pressed himself to Kris more, opening his mouth wide. He knew they wouldn't have much time, but he didn't want to take things fast. He wanted to slowly feel Kris's love for him, and let it spread through him like warmth.

@Lay Kris never knew just how stressed he was, how close to the breaking point he was until Yixing whispered their forbidden language on his lips, murmuring the things they knew they weren't supposed to say so intimately like this. He didn't know what had come over him as he snapped, going from holding the younger as they stood innocently in the center of the small bathroom to having the younger pressed against the white wall yellowed from age but sterile from wipe down, Kris remaining still with his face near Yixing's with his eyes closed.
The older wanted more than this. He wanted more than these restricted embraces, these chaste kisses. He wanted to be like the other men in the camp, the ones who were openly in love and happy with what they had, while Kris and 'Lay' as he was called here had to be secretive, always on their toes because the moment they relax they were bound to be caught and Kris knew the wrath of his father's heavy fist would come swift and take away the only thing he had left - Yixing.
"I'm being selfish..." He murmured quietly, speaking low in Chinese as he opened his eyes, staring unwaveringly into Yixing's crystal clear orbs. "But you know how dangerous it is to say that kind of stuff." He warned, although deep down he was grateful, for Yixing to take that risk proved his love and Kris was happier than he should be. He pressed a slow, loving kiss on the latter's full lips, "But...I want more than this..." He murmured before stealing more kisses, a risky decision in the making as he tried to deepen the kiss to evenly match Yixing's affection, the tip of his pink tongue poking gently at the younger's mouth for permission to enter.

{ I apologize for the short post /is eating }

@Kris Yixing shivered a little as he felt Kris's large, warm hand on the cool skin of his waist. He shuddered again, though this time it was for a different reason than being cold. It was pleasure. Yixing let out a soft sigh of content against the elder's lips, enjoying Kris's teeth on his lips. He let out a soft humming sound, arching his back so his chest would more fully press up against Kris's. Yixing wanted to hold Kris tighter, to feel all of him, to call out his real name as Kris would claim him once more.

Yifan, Yifan, Yifan... Yixing changed the name in his mind, one of his hands slipping down Kris's chest to gently rub his stomach. He wanted to call out Yifan. But no, that was much too risky. Here he was Kris. "Baobei," Yixing whispered instead against Kris's lips, smiling softly. "I miss you so much," he continued, tilting his head in hopes of getting a deeper kiss from those lips he so dearly missed. "I love you so much."

@Lay Feeling more of the cool fabric relax in his arm, the blond wrapped his arms around the smaller, fingers incidentally finding the soft chilly skin just above the waistband of Yixing's pants because Kris' arms around the latter had bunched up a bit of his shirt. He slowly rubbed his large hands against the alabaster skin of his waist, warming up the frigid body as he ran his tongue along the pillowy lip caught in his teeth.

He'd do this from time to time, when they were alone had a little time to themselves for these taboo moments. It was the closest he could come to fully claiming Yixing as his own, when he had the privacy to do more than steal a peck when they happened to bump into each other at a corner or do a quick one-armed hug before one of them had to hurry away. It killed him to not be able to fully embrace him every time they met, to not hold Yixing and touch and cherish every single one of his beautiful traits, to not hear that sweet, gentle voice speak to him in their mother tongue instead of this damned ugly language they were forced to speak in. It hurt to hear Yixing call him by the name of his brother rather than his own name like he used to back in China. But Yifan was dead and gone. Kris was reincarnated. At least by legal terms.
So all he could do was be grateful for every time Yixing professed his love, appreciate the younger sacrificing sleep and much needed rest after a day of slavery just to come out to see him for an hour of just holding each other, being together and exchanging a lifetime of kisses to make up for lost time.

@Kris Yixing gave that same smile reserved for his Kris again, tilting his head and wiggling his shoulders. "I can be scary?" he asked, rather pleased if he was actually able to come off as such. But then he narrowed his eyes, grabbing Kris by the lapels of his shirt and pulling him down. "Or are you just teasing me?" he asked, tilting his head, a slow, playful smile touching his lips, both dimples deepening in his cheeks, though one was deeper than the other.

But of course, Yixing didn't think he could smile any wider from the moment he heard those three magical words mumbled against his lips, making Kris's lips taste even sweeter for that short instance. He beamed and kissed Kris's lips multiple times, knowing Kris was embarrassed to say it all the time, whereas Yixing said it whenever he felt a wave of strong affection come over him--which happened quite a lot with his boyfriend, partner, lover...whatever you wanted to label Kris as. But Yixing figured they didn't need labels. Just love. So long as he loved Kris, and Kris loved him, Yixing could live a very happy life, not even minding the fact that he was in Korea and had to struggle to learn Korean quickly or else be found out that he was Chinese. And Yixing's Korean was still accented, but still, better than no Korean at all.

And now Kris was doing what he always did, especially after saying 'I love you' to Yixing. He was trying to divert the attention off of his words, and more towards the lips that spoke the words, the hands that held Yixing so lovingly, the long body that was pressed against his. And, as always, Yixing let him, relaxing in Kris's arms, his hands moving to circle around Kris's neck instead, one cupping the back of his neck to keep him held close. Yixing smiled when he felt Kris's teeth massaging his lower lip, letting out a soft mewl for Kris's benefit.

@Lay He didn't know why he tried to argue with the other, it never really worked and always fell through because the younger always did have a crippling come back that Kris couldn't necessarily barter against no matter how hard he tried. He merely remained quiet with a cooperative smile on his lips as he watched Yixing dab away at his face, the blond taking this time to observe the latter's visage, from his smooth skin, soft pink lips, beautiful chocolate irises, soft brows gently pinched in concentration before they relaxed and Kris reflexively found himself pecking the younger's mouth back.

He leaned against the edge of the sink, pulling the smaller against his chest and keeping him in a one armed embrace as he used his free hand to carefully line the side of Yixing's face, occasionally tickling the corner of his jaw before settling for cupping the younger's face. He had only half listened to the factual information. As much as he loved Yixing's voice, scoldings were never his preference. He watched Yixing's brows inch together again in concern, tightening something within the elder's chest as he looked at the other's troubled expression. Making Yixing unhappy was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

Sighing as he poked out his lips a bit for Yixing to apply the balm, he rolled his eyes. "It's amazing how fast you can go from cute to scary and back again." He teased with a light chuckle, popping his lips after the stick ran over them and leaning down to peck the younger's lips. "And someone's especially sappy today, huh..." He trailed off, sliding his hand from the side of Yixing's face and tilting the man's head up with a finger to fully take his lips, mumbling an embarrassed 'Iloveyoutoo' against his partner's mouth, pulling Yixing closer by the waist and lining their bodies together, the difference in their heights complimenting one another as the younger seemingly fit perfectly in Kris' hold. Rarely did he ever say those words because he always felt self-conscious of saying them, he didn't understand how on earth the other could say them so freely with such a pure expression on his face while Kris would occasionally verbally say it back and try to change the subject by doing something else, the blond's current motive as he gently nipped on Yixing's full lower lip, the warm flesh held captive between ivory teeth as Kris lightly on it.

@Kris Yixing gave a gentle smile as he nodded, nuzzling lightly against Kris's cheek before washing his own hands in the bathroom. He shook his head a little, Yixing not being the type to roll his eyes at people. "Mmm~ I know. But I think you should sneak in some sleep. I'll bring you a cot or something later, okay?" He went on his toes and hugged Kris's neck lightly, smiling and pulling back. "Now let me clean you up~" He took some paper towel, putting warm water and soap on it, bringing it to Kris's face.

Carefully and gently, Yixing began to wash away the black grease from Kris's face, biting his lip in concentration as he did so, adjusting the cloth when it had dirtied too much. He smiled brightly when he was done, washing off the soap, then drying the water. "Perfect," he said gently, touching Kris's cheek with the backs of his fingers and tilting his head, hesitantly tilting his head up and pressing his lips to Kris's for another kiss. "I'm addicted to you," he said with a wistful sigh, though a smile was playing at his lips. "Though I don't really like the smell of smoke," he gently reprimanded. In all reality, he was mostly worried for Kris's health.

Yixing felt the stubble with his fingers again and hummed softly. "Hm...I should have brought a razor. I could have shaved your face for you." He smiled and tilted his head. "Though you do look kind of manly like this. Just not the Kris I'm used to. Though it isn't a bad thing." He hugged Kris's waist again, closing his eyes. "But if you keep smoking..." He sighed. "You take off three minutes of your life for every cigarette you smoke. So how many minutes of your life are you killing in a pack? I just don't want your health to be affected. Smoking might be relaxing, but it's not good for your health. You'll get weak." He looked up at Kris, worrying the elder was mad at him for telling him off about smoking again.

Yixing reached up, lightly trailing his fingers over Kris's beautifully shaped lips, smiling when he felt how chapped they were. "I love you," he said as he produced chap stick from his pocket, reaching up to apply it to Kris's lips for him. Yixing always wished to care for the ones he loved, even if he was babying.

@Lay Feeling the smaller wriggle in his arms, Kris smiled fondly, loosening his hold just enough to let the younger turn around before possessively reeling him in again by the waist, relishing in the gentle caress of Yixing's soft hand. Perhaps he had neglected himself a bit too much for the sake of his cover, Kris usually having a tight leash on his appearance back home in China, but with so much to do in so little time, he's barely even had time to eat or sleep. Shaving wasn't necessarily at the top of his priority list, nonetheless. He tilted his head down in time to capture Yixing's full lips against his own thin, vaguely chapped ones, the older feeling the cold tip of Yixing's nose skimming his cheek when they parted and he was being dragged elsewhere.

"You know I can't help my hours." He reminded as they entered the dingy grey restroom, Kris bringing himself to the sink. "I have a commanding position, after all. I can't afford to slack off for something like sleep." He chuckled bitterly, gently freeing himself from his lover's hold to pump the orange pumice soap into his large calloused hands, the citrus scent filling the restroom as the light color immediately bubbled into greyed suds as it removed the filth from his hand. He didn't mention the smoking part, though, as a tiny tremor of bashful guilt flashed through him. He only did it to clear his mind, to relax a bit. Though he did admit he's been going through packs like crazy nowadays, and no matter what he did the smell of tobacco lingered.

He looked up at the poorly wiped mirror, staring at Yixing in the reflection, admiring his most prized belonging, from the lean, firm limbs, the beautifully pale skin, the dazzling smile... Kris didn't know what he had done in a past life to have been so lucky now.