writetomyheart | [Team 1] Oh, the Trauma

I have no idea what this is. I am sorry.

"Well," Yixing said, laughter lining her soft voice as she watched Yifan stumble over to slump into a chair at the dining table after recounting what he had just walked in on, "can't say I didn't see that one coming."

The boy made a face, his nose scrunching up as he tried his hardest not to think about it. "I really don't want to think about it," he stressed, sending her a sharp look as though challenging her to say anything more on the subject.

"Be honest, Yifan-ge," she continued, her eyes curved in amusement. "You can't tell me you haven't been expecting them to hook up."

"Lu-ge really isn't that subtle," Zitao piped up, before ducking back down to slurp up the noodles that Yixing had made for him not five minutes before when Yifan turned his glare on the younger boy.

"I really didn't need to know that," Yifan sighed heavily, a large palm covering his face before he began scrubbing it in distress.

Yixing laughed before reaching over to pat his head consolingly. "There there, you big baby," she murmured, "you'll be okay eventually."

Yifan made a face at her again.

"I think Kris-ge is traumatised for life now," Zitao sniggered, causing the older boy to make a growly sound in the back of his throat.

Just then, Lu Han waltzed into the room, dragging a wide-eyed Minseok behind him.

"I smelled noodles," announced the doe-eyed Chinese with a wide grin.

"No you didn't," Minseok snorted, poking Lu Han in the side. "You were too busy sticking your tongue down my throat to hear Yifan tell us that Yixing had made noodles so I had to tell you when you weren't so busy sticking your tongue down my throat."

"Details," Lu Han answered, waving a hand dismissively.

Meanwhile, Kris attempted to mask the pitiful whimper that made its way past his mouth as his mind was unintentionally brought back to the original thought that had sent him stumbling into the kitchen in the first place.

I choose you,

yararanger!