Yangyang woke up and got ready for school the next day, just like any other ordinary day. He was terrified to tell his parents he’d been suspended for three days – even more so to explain why and have them find out about that photo and all the other stuff – so he pretended like everything was normal.

He showered, put on his school uniform, ate his breakfast and brushed his teeth, just like any other morning. He grabbed his backpack and said goodbye to his father who always left for work not long after he left the house, caught the elevator down to the ground floor of their apartment complex and began walking down the street as if he were heading to the bus stop to go to school. 

He walked slowly, glancing every so often at his phone screen to check the time. When it hit fifteen minutes since he’d left the apartment, he turned on his heel and headed back home. He knew his father would have already left, but that didn’t stop his anxiety from creeping up on him, and he unlocked the front door as quietly as he could and crept into the apartment. He peeked around the hallway to glance into the kitchen and, finding it empty, he relaxed and let out a breath.

He went to the pantry, grabbed a block of chocolate and a bag of potato chips, went to the fridge, took out a carton of chocolate milk and then made his way to his bedroom. He threw his snacks onto the bed and stripped off his school uniform, opting for a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized white hoodie. He then grabbed his tablet, powered it on and snuggled back under his bedsheets, intent on distracting himself from his unfortunate circumstances by watching his favourite TV show.

Half the block of chocolate gone and two and a half episodes later, Yangyang sighed and paused his program. He grabbed his phone and wormed his way further into his bed, a twinge of loneliness starting to kick in.

He missed Kun.

He felt bad for not missing Ten too, but he reasoned with himself that it was because he had hung out with Ten all day yesterday, whereas he hadn’t seen Kun since Sunday. He unlocked his phone and brought up his messenger app to message Kun. As if by fate, a message notification popped up on his screen from Kun. Warmth hummed through Yangyang’s veins and he eagerly opened the message.

Hey, Yang are you busy after school today?

Yangyang quickly typed back a response, I’m free now. I can come and see you.

A few moments later Kun was calling him. Yangyang connected the call.

“Hey Kun.”

“Hey Yang, how are you? Aren’t you at school?” 

Yangyang smiled, happy to hear his voice, “No, I’m not at school right now so I can come and see you. I miss you.”

“I miss you too Yang. But why aren’t you at school? Did something happen?” Kun questioned, concern laced his sweet voice.

“Um, yeah… I got suspended this morning.” He responded quietly.

“What?!” 

“I didn’t do anything wrong but, well, Ten and Xiao Jun got into a fight this morning because yesterday when I wasn’t at school he spread that photo of me all over school.” He explained.

“Xiao Jun did that? The photo I made him delete?” Kun sounded disgusted.

“Yeah. The principal suspended both Ten and Xiao Jun for fighting while she suspended me for the photo.” Yangyang replied glumly.

“Oh, Yang are you okay? That must have been terrible.” Kun soothed.

Yangyang subconsciously wrapped and arm around himself, “Yeah, I don’t know. Ten hung out with me yesterday to take my mind off everything, but now I’m… lonely. I miss you.” He pined.

“It’s okay, I’ve just got home from uni so you we can spend time together. Do you need me to come and pick you up?” Kun offered, his tone full of warmth.

“It’s okay, I’ll catch the train.” He responded, not wanting to put Kun out by driving over to his home when he had just gotten back from university.

“Okay, well I’ll see you soon then. Also, I’ve got something that might cheer you up.” Kun said, and Yangyang could hear the smile behind his voice.

“You do?” 

“Yes, I’ve got a gift for you.”

Yangyang grinned, now excited to know what Kun had gotten him and he pushed himself to sit upright, “What is it?! Wait, don’t tell me!”

Kun chuckled, “It’s a surprise. I’ll see you soon, I’ll be downstairs at the entrance to let you in; be safe.”

“Okay, see you soon!”

Yangyang ended their call and jumped out of bed, feeling rejuvenated and full of energy. He pulled out a pair of black ripped jeans and swapped his hoodie for a sky blue T-shirt, picking up his wallet and phone on the way out. He felt like running all the way to the train station but thought better of it, preferring to keep a low profile. Instead, he walked fast with a slight bounce in his step as his excitement grew; he couldn’t wait to see Kun.

He pulled out his earphones, untangling them while he strolled down the street. The sun was shining and a warm breeze blew, feeling like a gentle caress against his skin. As he switched on his music playlist and upbeat music filled his ears, a thought popped into his head; should he get something for Kun? Seeing as though Kun was kind and generous enough to get a gift for him for no particular reason other than to show he cared, maybe he should get something for him in return, as a way to thank him. 

He hummed along to his music while he thought of what he could get Kun. He peered into shop windows, looking for inspiration; maybe something both of them could share would be nice, Yangyang thought. That’s when he walked past a French patisserie, with delectable chocolates, cakes, desserts and macarons lining the shop window. He stopped and stepped closer to the window, his eyes wide and his mouth watering as he gazed at the array of delicious sweets. Something like this would be perfect! He and Kun could share a few desserts; Kun would love that!

Yangyang grinned proudly to himself for thinking up such a genius idea and stepped inside the small shop.

“Bonjour!” The lady at the counter greeted him. She had glossy light brown hair and looked and sounded French, which made sense, Yangyang thought, this was a French patisserie after all.

“B-bonjour.” Yangyang returned her greeting, trying to mimic the lady’s pronunciation.

He wandered over to the counter, eyeing up the different desserts. All of them looked so delicious, yet when he glanced that their name his mind went blank. The dessert names were all in French and Yangyang had absolutely no idea how to pronounce them. It’s okay, I can just point to the ones I want, this is for Kun! He reassured himself.

He glanced up at the lady, who smiled kindly at him while she waited for him to make his decision. He returned her smile and went back to the difficult task of picking the best looking desserts. There was a round dessert that was covered in a shiny chocolate coating with what looked like gold foil placed on top that made Yangyang’s stomach growl; he would definitely be getting that one. Then he was tossing up between two rectangular cakes with vanilla sponge and cream layers, one that was covered in a vibrant green coulee and a white chocolate shard, whereas the other was topped with a red coulee and a raspberry.

“Can I please have that one and that one.” He said, pointing to the round chocolate and red rectangular desserts.

“Voilà monsieur.” The store lady handed him a small box with a see-through film on the lid through which Yangyang saw the two dessert placed neatly inside.

He thanked her and left the shop, his sweet treats securely in his hands; he would hate to drop them and not have them in perfect condition when he presented them to Kun.

Smiling ear to ear, he walked the rest of the way to the station. He arrived perfectly on time to catch the train he needed, which had just pulled into the station. Being a little after lunch time, the train wasn’t overly packed with people, and Yangyang sat back and enjoyed the ride while he leisurely looked out the window, the box of treats resting on his knees.

The train soon reached the station nearest to Kun’s apartment and Yangyang was then back out in the sunshine walking down busy streets. He glanced up at the bright sky, squinting against the sun’s rays and hoped that his desserts wouldn’t start melting.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He yelped as he was pulled backwards down a quiet street off the main road.

A/N: I love fancy French and Italian desserts ❤ but now I'm hungry 😂

Any ideas on who grabbed Yang??

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