─Tennis Court

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@♚ Yixing When Xiumin had won, he shook his student's hand with that same bright smile of his, walking up to the net and meeting the other halfway before shaking his hand more than happily. Bowing his head as he ruffled his hair, the man blinked at the sounds of a request before looking back up to the taller man and shrugging with a small nod.
"Sure. Mind if I go shower first? I really don't want to head to the café smelling like I do..." The older laughed softly, looking into Yixing's eyes, head tilted back a little as he did so so he could actually see the other man's face properly. When he did look into the royal's eyes, he saw curiosity bubbling there and it made him chuckle softly to himself, having no doubt that his French had sparked up more interest in himself for the taller.
"I'll meet you there, okay? Great game, kamsa~!" The man grabbed his belongings before jogging off back to his living quarters, showering as soon as he got in before changing into his casual wear, which... wasn't that casual for most. He wore a basketball shirt that reached below his hips and had the number '79' on it, the shirt maroon whilst a summit red parka jacket with fur hood was placed over the top of it. He wore designer jeans with black sneakers and to top it off, a Russian-styled fur hat, deep brown fur on the flaps whilst a pyramid print covered the main body of the item. It was turning to evening and the man was cold, his hands stuffed in his pockets whilst he made his way to the café, burrowing his chubby cheeks into the fur happily whilst the lights shone above him and contrasted the colour of his hair and hat nicely together.

@⁂ Xiumin Lay played the rest of the game with great enthusiasm, but lost eventually partially due to his mind having wandered to France and if his teacher had been there. His lopsided smile had brought about a grin of Yixing's own. It had been a close match, but the dumpling had won in the end. Perhaps he was even a better player, he was older and may have been more experience. Panting, glistening and grinning more than he'd smiled for a while, he walked up to the net, leaning his hand over to shake his teacher's.
"Want to go get some water and a coffee?" he asked, breathless, before running his hands through his hand and looking at his teacher. The man was even a little nervous, desperate to ask Baozi for a little more information. He'd wanted to go, but had yet been able to on his one. He'd spent one very long holiday there in his childhood and that was where the interest had started. But that was a story for another time, for now, he was focused on asking his teacher those questions, calming down at last and standing as tall as he was supposed to. It had been a good game. He didn't mind losing to a decent player.

@♚ Yixing Xiumin smiled and straightened up from his bent over position when he saw the younger had left the ball, instead covering one of his ears with his free hand when that nickname of his was shouted across the court. Sighing, the man placed both hands on his racket as he saw the energy-filled ball heading towards him at full pelt, his racket colliding with it solidly as he hit it back over the net with the force of both arms.
"Bravo! Je sais plus que vous pensez~" The shorter man panted, his lopsided smile still in place, the right side a little higher than the left and revealing his gums. He noticed how Yixing seemed to love the idea that his languages teacher knew French, go figure, of course the skinship royal would like the language of love, no doubt for all the romance, cultural relations. Picking up the front of his polo shirt, the teacher wafted it a little, trying to get some air to ventilate between his shirt and sticky chest. He wondered the extent of the prince's French, his accent was a little off which told the older that he was only at a basic level but interesting he knew some in the first place.

@⁂ Xiumin The French words falling from his Mandarin teacher's mouth made Yixing's heart jump like a jack-in -the-box and his concentration fall flat. He'd gathered the meaning from the English he knew but had never expected his Baozi (as he was already softly possessive over the teacher of his favourite class, and hoped perhaps that Xiumin was too) to be able to speak the language he most wanted to learn and that of his favourite culture.
Of course, the ball was too fast and too hard for the student to hit a second time, especially with a shock like that. Suddenly, his teacher seemed far more appealing and Yixing looked at him with eyes of awe.
"BAOZI!" he called excitedly, the most he had been in the last four years at school, the usually hazed eyes springing to life as the luminous ball bounced on behind him, "Vous parlez français!" Of course, he spoke elementary French, that he'd picked up from movies and books he'd attempted but it was far harder to learn alone, as it was so very different from the languages he was most comfortable with.
And now that he looked at his teacher, he had to admit that the glistening skin was definitely a plus to the man's attractiveness. Perhaps the french had helped that a little, but it was still the case.
He picked up the ball and served, throwing it in the air and pelting it down at great speed. in his excitement and the return of his energy, he finally had the enthusiasm to play to full strength. The teacher, unlike so many others, had provided a challenge.

@♚ Yixing "Vous êtes vraiment demander à obtenir une détention!" Xiumin's usual Korean tone turned into a fluent Frenchman's, the words flying from his bilingual tongue without a single hesitation. With his right hand gripping his racket firmly, the man dashed to the corner the luminous ball had been smacked towards, his feet planting themselves in the ground before he hit the ball back with a force as strong as, if not more, than what his serve had been. His forehead and exposed portions of his tanned arms began to glisten, having caught the smile and want to laugh at his expense from Yixing's direction. The teacher was determined to win, to prove that his student wasn't the only star pupil, in fact, the smaller man used to be the star student for all of his classes, not just languages.
"Hit que~" The brunette smirked as his hair became a slightly darker shade wherever it came into contact with his skin, his sweat dampening them just a little bit.

@⁂ Xiumin Lay nodded, smiling a little as he recalled how comically the other had fell. He couldn't have laughed if Xiumin wasn't okay, but now that he saw that he was... Lay thought it was a little amusing. Especially as the other was checking his fingers and otherwise checking himself.
This of course, meant that Lay was unprepared for the powerful serve that followed and whilst he returned it, he stumbled and had to rub his wrists after. They hadn't had to deal with a serve like that for a while so pained at the sudden abuse.
Never the less, he smiled and called again "That was a good shot, Baozi!" deliberately winding up his teacher affectionately. If there was another of those serves, he'd miss it, not just because it was close enough the first time, but because his wrists needed to recover for a moment before doing anything like that again. he was impressed, yet again, by his cute language teacher.

@♚ Yixing "Funny, I said don't answer!" Xiumin grumbled, shaking his head at the offer of seeing a nurse. His head throbbed a little but it would when it had received the return serve if the student instead of his racket. Raising one of his hands, the man blinked a couple of times before checking how many fingers he was holding up. When be saw he was fine, besides a bruise he could feel building, he fished another luminous ball out of his pocket and bounced it on his racket. Raising his arm, shirt lifting once more, the teacher served with a force you didn't expect could come out of him, the ball looking like it'd be an ace.
"Baozi my ..." the man murmured, bending over as he waited to see if Yixing could hit the item back in time.

@⁂ Xiumin Lay was stunned as the other was literally bowled over, much like a chinese dumpling being rolled, as the ball hit him square in the forehead. He wondered what had been the cause, the other couldn't have been that shocked from the nickname alone. He moved to run to his teacher's side, but getting the okay, he stopped and waited, knowing that Xiumin had his own pride to keep too.
"Sure you're okay?" he called, looking back and waving off some of his classmates from Chemistry with a look of clear eyed authority that they'd never seen cross his face before. Before long, both sets of students had entirely dispersed, thankfully.
He chuckled as the other seemed okay, "Do I look like a bookworm? That should answer your question." he murmured at his usual softness, waiting for the other to be composed enough to send another ball his way.
"Should we take a quick trip to the nurse?" he called, not wanted to have accidentally killed his teacher, nor concussed him, in the process of getting out for once.

@♚ Yixing Xiumin looked from the chattering students over to the man on the other side of the court just as he reached up to hit the ball, his already big orbs widening when he saw the bookworm also had abs of his own. Blinking his eyelids, he tried to process the muscles, nickname and students whispering to the side, ending up in forgetting to raise the racket and hit the ball back over the net. Instead the luminous globe hit him square in his forehead, falling to the floor afterwards and after a pause, the teacher with it. The small crowds around gasped softly and whispered louder, the brunette raising his hand and groaning as he touched the centre of his head.
"Well that's gonna be bruised..." he muttered before sitting up and crossing his legs, holding his hand up to Yixing in a sign he was okay and just needed a moment to gather his bearings. Turning to the students on the other side of the fence, he recognised them from his Japanese class and in the same language, told them to go to their dorms and do some studying instead of gawking at him. After they dispersed, the elder stood back up and dusted off his clothing, picking his racket back up before rubbing the back of his head.
"Yah, bookworm. Do I look like a bao- Don't. Don't answer that"

@⁂ Xiumin Ah, the teacher faltered. He liked how reactive the other was, it took most an hour to realise that Lay was in the room - Xiumin knew from the sound of his voice, even if he was around the corner. That dimpled smile came into full play as the other suggested another game, another time and again. The nickname wasn't yet appreciated, but it might have been with time, he resolved to make his own.
"Baozi!" he chimed, jumping to hit the ball back a, in his shocked state at Lay wolf-whistling, the man had aimed higher by accident. It didn't mean Lay missed the shot but it did mean Lay's own surprising abs were also flashed as his white shirt bounced up for a moment. "I'm not just a bookworm, you know."
He turned briefly to glance at the chattering of fellow classmates, it was true, they hadn't seen him out more than a few times as at the very best, he went out either at home or at night to get some peace and quiet. He didn't have many friends, so at times, alone was better than with people who weren't friends.
This time, of course, was different, and Yixing was laughing. Now that he thought about it, the nickname was all to appropriate for his adorable teacher.

@♚ Yixing "Bookworm-" Xiumin faltered slightly when he heard the wolf-like whistle fill his ears, quickly shaking his head and batting the ball back, harder this time as he aimed for the opposite corner the student was positioned in. His free hand tugged down his shirt, clearing his throat before he glanced away, looking back to finish his sentence.
"Bookworm, fresh air is good for you. I'll remember to drag you out more, if you'd like..." The brunette trailed off softly, a few passing students coming over to see the unusual sight of Yixing outside and no less with their teacher, added to that was the fact both were pretty decent at the game of tennis.
"And... And six packs are normal if you play a lot of sports" the older added, cheeks puffing out in their usual manner.

@⁂ Xiumin Yixing was impressed, but not surprised at his teacher's agility, the man always seemed to have more energy than could be contained in a classroom, so fast reflexes seemed a given. Impressive never the less.
Listening to the other, he hummed and nodded, getting into position.
"Me too, I mainly like being inside but sports are fun enough to get me to leave the library." He laughed, anticipating the ball but not what came next - the flash of abs was suddenly burned into Yixing's mind and he whistled as he hit the ball back smoothly.
"I didn't think you'd have a six pack, seems you're still more active than I thought." he smiled, waiting for the ball to return, not doubting that the teacher could return it.

@♚ Yixing Xiumin's big eyes followed the ball as it bounced, about to answer the younger's question when the ball was heading towards him. It wasn't travelling very fast but considering the proximity and suddenness of it, the fact the teacher caught the ball as a easy reflex in his hand was impressive, even if only a little. Looking at Yixing as he did so was even more so.
"Nae~ I love playing sports but since I'm so busy all the time, I don't get to do it much any more" The brunette nodded before flicking his tinted blonde fringe out of his eyes, walking to the opposite side of the courts as he bounced the ball on his own racket. Bouncing it against the court ground, he tossed it up in the air before connecting his racket with it, his polo shirt riding up just a little to reveal the faint lines of a six pack, something most didn't expect from their chubby-cheeked teacher.

@⁂ Xiumin Starting to bounce it and flipping it over between bounces he'd not noticed a few other people join the courts, but as soon as Xiumin came through, the ball bounced to his hand, as if an obedient pet. Looking at the teacher, he felt his smile tug up again. THe teacher was dressed up too and practically bouncing at the prospect of playing.
"Do you like tennis then, Xiumin-shii? You look really excited about it" he laughed quietly, tossing the ball in the air and lightly serving to to his teacher who was still on the same side of the net, " Think fast~"
He too was excited at the prospect of playing with his favourite teacher, more so when his teacher seemed so pleased to be playing.

@♚ Yixing Xiumin had thanked the librarian for letting him take the book out without checking it out properly, returning it to it's appropriate slot before he'd waved a goodbye to her and rushed to his living quarters. Dropping off his satchel and various other items, the teacher had started rummaging around for his sports attire, tugging on a pair of knee-length shorts and a polo shirt, socks to follow and trainers after that. He found his tennis racket at the back of his wardrobe and smiled as he took it out of its case, batting it against the palm of his hand a little before setting out to the courts. He'd popped earphones in and was listening to music when he arrived, having jogged there to warm up. Setting the electronic aside he walked over to Yixing, making sure the strings on his racket were still tight and well.
"We ready?" he asked, bubbling joy in his smile as he was genuinely excited to play just a small game of tennis with his star student.