Things that fall; petals, teardrops, snowflakes, rain, stars, tides, eyelids, time, shadows, leaves, the sun, and I, for you.
Fanxing AU: Wu Fan is an international male-model-turned-actor on a short break from filming and spends the day in an obscure little coffee shop where he meets decidedly pansexual, smooth-talking Fine Arts student Zhang Yixing. Cue drama.
"Are you drawing me?"
Cappucino Dude looks up with a rather dazed-looking expression before breaking out into a smile. “Yeah.”
He’s taken a bit aback, and no, it’s totally not because of his brown eyes. “Well you’re refreshingly honest,” Wu Fan says, flashing him the world famous smirk that got his face plastered in billboards all over the world.
"And you’re extremely handsome," the smug little shit answers, before holding up a hand. "Can you hold that look for a sec? That expression of utter incredulity is inspired and I kind of need to pass a portrait in thirty minutes or my professor is going to fry my ass."
Wu Fan barely resists the urge to dump his half-finished cup of cappuccino over his head and throttling the little shit’s neck and that’s only because there are too many witnesses to the crime. “My company has exclusive ownership over my face so no pictures or sketches allowed,” Wu Fan grits out before attempting to grab Cappuccino Dude’s drawing pad, which is promptly pulled out of his reach.
"Aww, come on. Just one measely portrait," he says and no, that mischievous little smile is totally not adorable. “Think of it as a charitable contribution to poor, starving artists who can’t afford actual male models. When I’m famous, I’ll remember to include you in 50 percent of my award speeches.” He flashes Wu Fan an infuriatingly happy smile before continuing to sketch.
"Only 50 percent?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Well, I was thinking of 25 percent but I figured that’d be too cheap for a face like yours," he responds with a playful little smile and Wu Fan promptly rolls his eyes.
"Do you have any idea who I am? What I can do to you?” he fumes and ugh, he sounds so douchey he wants to puke. The things this kid is making him say, Jesus Christ.
"Oh I’m pretty sure you can do a whole lot of things to me and most of them I would probably enjoy very much," he says with a wink and okay, this kid is literally batshit insane.
"I’m not trying to hit on you, you little shit, stop that," Wu Fan growls under his breath but Cappuccino Dude only leans in to tip his head to the side and observe his jawline.
"You can totally hit on me, you know, I’d be cool with that. Wow, your jawline is beautiful,” he marvels, changing topics so fast that Wu Fan’s mind is reeling from it. It doesn’t stop him from slapping the guy’s hand off his face and backing off as far as the couch will allow him.
"Hands off the merchandise, asshole," Wu Fan hisses, ignoring the tingling on the skin under his jaw. "Are you going to give me the fucking sketchbook or do I have to call the cops on you?"
Cappuccino Dude still looks unfazed, just seemingly hell-bent on finishing his work. “Seriously, I would love to react appropriately to your promises of human rights violation and violence but Professor Heechul is a hell of a lot scarier than cops and impending jail time, trust me,” he says, hands and mouth moving so fast it’s making Wu Fan even dizzier. “So how about I give this to you when he’s done grading it, say next week?”
"Okay, what the hell makes you think you’re in any position to negotiate here? You are not leaving with that damn sketchbook," Wu Fan grits out, noticing there’s more and more people crowding the cafe and staring at their table.
Cappuccino Dude closes the drawing pad and leans forward, mischievous smile in place and tantalizing. “Watch me,” he challenged before grabbing his bag and jacket and slinging the former over his shoulder and the latter over his forearm. “The name’s Zhang Yixing and you can drop by the art gallery just a few blocks down Hanyang University on Friday if you want your portrait.”
He walks away before Wu Fan can get ahold of his senses much less move his legs. “What the—" Before he can actually chase after him, he’s suddenly being squashed in the middle of a sea of adoring fans, screaming right into his ear and shoving camera phones right at his face.
Wu Fan groans before plastering on a well-practiced smile, irritated that he can’t seem to get angry that he’d just been coerced into a date by the most infuriating college student on the face of the planet.
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