Drabble

This story doesn't have a title. It's the author.

KyoTao

I read it and liked it so I asked a friend who was close to the author to ask for a translation. The writer has already deleted this story. But he was very kind and allowed me to translate it.

Drabble

This story doesn't have a title. It's the author.

KyoTao

I read it and liked it so I asked a friend who was close to the writer to ask for a translation. The writer has already deleted this story. But he was very kind and allowed me to translate it.

I own nothing, praise should go to Kyotao.

To Kyotao, Thx for letting me translate this. You've made a cute, short&sweet piece and I'm glad that I've a chance to share it with Thais. 

P.S. I will send the link to my friend and she will pass it to you :)

Permission from the writer 

Drabble: Untitled 

Yi Fan's small voice shouted throughout the house. Yifan held his breath. Hoping that Luhan would not catch the signal of life and return, but it seemed too late. He heard tight footsteps running up the stairs. Along with the sound of the door pulling open Yifan sighed.

"Today is your birthday," Luhan shouted.

Yi Fan buried his face in the pillow, growling lowly before turning away and facing the wall. I hope Luhan disappears. But it seems like he was wrong. Luhan jumped and sat on Yifan's back.

Then he began to lightly attack Yi Fan's arm.

“Yifan, Yifan, come on, you're as seven years old as me now. What do you want to do?"

Yifan moaned. (Is it your birthday or what day? Yifan loves sleeping the most.)

Yifan frowned. But didn't say anything to Luhan. He glanced at Doraemon's alarm clock. His short hand now points to the number seven.

“Seven o’clock,” Yi Fan said softly in a tone that signaled insecurity. Luhan didn't feel it. Still nodding cheerfully Glad that Yi Fan noticed that it was already morning. Luhan's light brown hair swayed as he nodded. Looks like Luhan will have to cut his hair soon.

"Let's watch Power Rangers."

"No." He pulled the blanket over him.

"One Piece?"

"No," he muttered.

"Doraemon" Luhan began to use a pleading tone.

“No.” Yi Fan started using a low tone that sent no signal of safety.

"Whatever," Luhan's voice trailed off. Yifan opened the blanket and hurriedly sat up. If Luhan cries, he will definitely die.

Because Yifan and Luhan are both only children. So they were very close. So much so that people sometimes think of them as siblings rather than friends. Even their parents raised them like siblings. Even though Luhan is older But Luhan is a more sensitive person. Yifan found that on many occasions he felt guilty towards Luhan. Overall, Yifan likes Luhan.

Tears were about to fall but Luhan tried to hold them back. Yifan knew that Luhan was trying. So he sighed.

“Sorry.” Yifan lay down. "I just want to sleep."

“Sleep?” Luhan blinked twice. Tears disappeared back into the eyes.

"Yes, it's still early."

Yifan spread out his arms and legs and looked at the ceiling. For two seconds, he thought of a starfish in the sea. He gasped for no reason again. Use the back of your hand to cover your eyes. He felt the bed sag. He turned to see Luhan burying his head in his left arm.

Yifan was stunned but subconsciously. He moved to hug Luhan.

"Okay," Luhan said softly, yawning, "then let's sleep."

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