#HBDWYF (1/2)
best present | fanxing
post-canon, fluff, domestic au
pg / 1,7k
Nerves and a good dose of coffee from earlier is what Yixing chooses to put the blame on for the clammy hands and the sheen of sweat that is making his shirt cling to his back. He turns to his manager before they reach the elevators, smiling to the elder before asking him for a favour knowing the other wanted to discuss his upcoming schedules.
"Since I have tomorrow off, can I go ahead?" The idol knows he is doing a bit of exaggeration by acting exhausted, letting his eyes become more droopy than usual. He doesn't always ask to be excused early so he is sure that his manager will allow him. "We can just talk about the schedule through phone?"
The manager seems to look at him suspiciously at first but his expression changes to a thoughtful one then nods at Yixing, "Okay. Go rest now."
The younger nods in gratitude before turning to take the elevator alone to his room, his bodyguards having already understood that the message extends to them.
Once inside, instead of punching the button to take him to his room, the idol taps two floors below his. Yixing breathes out heavily, pulling his necktie down before unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt and leaning against the cold mirror walls of the elevator. He closes his eyes for a while, opening them again only when he hears a ping indicating the elevator's arrival to its destination. The brunet pushes himself off the wall and takes shaky steps when the doors finally open. When he stops in front of the room that isn't his, he inhales deeply before taking out the room key that will let him in. A giggle coming from the other side makes him stop from unlocking the door, the sound instantly stretching his lips to a smile and making the nervousness disappear.
"Baba!" The little girl runs up to him when she notices Yixing come in, hugging his legs before he can even stoop down to carry her. The elder can't help the smile that splits his face from seeing his daughter who lets go of him to lift her arms up to hint that she wants to be embraced.
"Xiaohui." Yixing breathes out his daughter's name, proving to be the sunlight in his - their - life as he feels warmth spread throughout him just by holding the little girl. "Were you a good girl?" He whispers to his daughter's ear when he feels the small arms tighten around his neck.
"Of course she was," the idol's mother interjects, walking towards where the two are hugging in the middle of the hallway.
"Mama." Yixing lets go of the small girl to stand up and wrap his arms around his mother instead. They don't hug for as long as the male did with his daughter but it's just as warm and tight.
The idol turns to the small girl who has taken his hand into her two smaller ones, walking towards the bed where he sits then places his daughter on his lap, "Are you ready for later?"
"Yes!" Xiaohui answers enthusiastically even though it is already quarter past ten in the evening. "I slept this afternoon after Nai nai and I went to buy cake for later."
"That's good." Yixing strokes his daughter's hair and turns to his mother who instantly understands what he wants to say without having to open his mouth and articulate his request.
"Xiaoxiao," Mama Zhang stands in front of the father and daughter, reaching a hand to touch the little girl's shoulder, "how about we get you changed so your Baba can go to his room and shower?"
Xiaohui looks hesitant at first but when she sees the sleepy smile on her father's face and after the elder's promise to meet her as fast as he can, the little girl jumps off Yixing's lap and prances to the bathroom, giving her father a kiss on the cheek for a see you later.
"Baba," Xiaohui calls for Yixing's attention, her small hands on the lid of the container that holds the cake she chose for her Dad. She only continues when the elder encourages her with a nod, "You don't think Daddy will get mad when we wake him up, do you?"
The little girl starts fidgeting beside her father, fingers clenching and releasing the small handle on the container when the older Zhang doesn't answer right away.
"Of course not, baby." Yixing leans and places a kiss on the crown of her head. "I'm sure Daddy will love it."
It was Xiaohui's idea to surprise Yifan that night, flying to Beijing with her grandmother two days prior with an excitement that is too obvious not to be contagious. Yixing didn't even get to think of anything to give his husband, busy with his own schedules of filming for a new movie and recording for an album. He is more than glad to help his daughter with her plan, thanking every god possible that they have her, even if they are not related by blood.
It has already been six years since they adopted Xiaohui, of hiding the little girl's presence in their life, a hard feat considering how bright she is and how this in turn makes it so difficult for Yixing or Yifan to shout to the world what a beautiful family they have - even their marriage is a hidden matter. Nonetheless, he is thankful, they both are, that they have this - each other and their daughter - to ease the struggles they face every day.
"We're here?" Xiaohui startles Yixing out of his reverie, noticing only then that their car has come to a stop in front of an elevator where Yifan's cousin is waiting for them. "It's uncle."
Before they move to get to the elevator, Yixing informs the driver, "We'll spend the night here, I'll call you when to pick us up tomorrow." The older male nods and slides back into the driver seat to leave without looking back, his instructions clear.
Xiaohui giddily greets her uncle, giving the older man a peck on the cheek before he hands over the key to Yifan's bedroom, knowing Yixing must have left his own access to his husband's private space somewhere in his own penthouse.
"You guys have fun tonight." The elder gently pinches Xiaohui's cheek who giggles before waving them goodbye as the elevator doors close and take them to the highest floor where Yifan must be sleeping already.
Getting into the elder's house isn't a hard task, Yixing having already memorized the code to the word after being there numerous times even when his husband is away for work. Xiaohui has been there before too but not as many times as her Baba has and every time she goes there he always looks around in awe, a smile widening her lips whenever she spots a photo of them three together, especially if it's a new addition to her Dad's collection. Out of the two of her fathers, she knows that Yifan is the one who likes keeping such items, photos and the little things that remind him of his family, like that drawing that Xiaohui made of his character from one of his Hollywood movies that he still has framed on his desk despite the many new drawings the little girl has already created.
Seeing the time and recognizing that they only have ten minutes left until twelve, the father and daughter duo rush to get the cake out and the small gift that Xiaohui has prepared with her Nai nai. The little girl hugs the box to her chest while Yixing unlocks the door to Yifan's room, grabbing the cake before they finally enter the room.
As they expected, the tall male is indeed deep in slumber and the two tiptoe their way to his bed, Xiaohui even smacking her lips shut as she takes the space behind her Dad after climbing the bed. Yixing looks at the clock which tells them that it's only a few seconds to twelve and when he turns after the big hand hits the huge 12 on top, he sees his daughter's anticipation brimming with how wide her smile is. After the elder mouths "go", the two shout "Happy Birthday" which effectively rouses Yifan from his sleep. From behind him, Xiaohui starts singing Happy Birthday in English and the tall male can't help but take his daughter in a warm embrace, kissing the top of her head as she finishes of her song.
"Make a wish, Daddy." The little girl pushes herself away from Yifan which the elder doesn't take to heart, pointing to the cake that Yixing is holding. The taller male pulls himself up to sit and closes his eyes only for a second before blowing the candles.
"I don't need to do that anymore," the birthday boy says before taking the cake from his husband's hands to place on the nightstand, gathering his family into his arms afterwards, "since you're both here already."
Xiaohui's laughter echoes in the room when her father finally opens the gift she brought with her, Yifan thanking her with a thousand kisses while Yixing takes photos of his husband and their daughter. The gift is a sweater that Xiaohui knitted with her grandmother. It's a little loose even for her Dad and it may not be perfect but the tall male thinks is it's the best gift he's received so far.
"And what does my husband have for me?" Yifan teasingly asks Yixing when the younger finally joins them in bed, changing into one of the taller male's old shirts after stripping down to his boxers.
In reply, the shorter male just leans down, places his hands on his husband's shoulders and kisses Yifan tenderly to the background of their daughter giggling in excitement. It's rare for her to see her fathers together, kissing, so it's a sight to behold for her and rather than being grossed out it's more of a reminder that even though they spend most of their days apart, their love will always connect them.
Noticing their little girl rubbing her sleepy eyes, Yixing calls it a night, "We have all day tomorrow." The two nod after his statement and take their assigned places in Yifan's big bed, giving each other their well-deserved good night kisses before the oldest turns the lights off.
From Xiaohui's left side, Yifan's voice pierces through the younger's humming, lulling voice, "Thank you, love."
Yixing doesn't answer verbally but he squeezes the hand that lands on top of his and smiles towards his husband's figure. Tonight, they'll sleep well.
post-canon, fluff, domestic au
pg / 1,7k
Nerves and a good dose of coffee from earlier is what Yixing chooses to put the blame on for the clammy hands and the sheen of sweat that is making his shirt cling to his back. He turns to his manager before they reach the elevators, smiling to the elder before asking him for a favour knowing the other wanted to discuss his upcoming schedules.
"Since I have tomorrow off, can I go ahead?" The idol knows he is doing a bit of exaggeration by acting exhausted, letting his eyes become more droopy than usual. He doesn't always ask to be excused early so he is sure that his manager will allow him. "We can just talk about the schedule through phone?"
The manager seems to look at him suspiciously at first but his expression changes to a thoughtful one then nods at Yixing, "Okay. Go rest now."
The younger nods in gratitude before turning to take the elevator alone to his room, his bodyguards having already understood that the message extends to them.
Once inside, instead of punching the button to take him to his room, the idol taps two floors below his. Yixing breathes out heavily, pulling his necktie down before unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt and leaning against the cold mirror walls of the elevator. He closes his eyes for a while, opening them again only when he hears a ping indicating the elevator's arrival to its destination. The brunet pushes himself off the wall and takes shaky steps when the doors finally open. When he stops in front of the room that isn't his, he inhales deeply before taking out the room key that will let him in. A giggle coming from the other side makes him stop from unlocking the door, the sound instantly stretching his lips to a smile and making the nervousness disappear.
"Baba!" The little girl runs up to him when she notices Yixing come in, hugging his legs before he can even stoop down to carry her. The elder can't help the smile that splits his face from seeing his daughter who lets go of him to lift her arms up to hint that she wants to be embraced.
"Xiaohui." Yixing breathes out his daughter's name, proving to be the sunlight in his - their - life as he feels warmth spread throughout him just by holding the little girl. "Were you a good girl?" He whispers to his daughter's ear when he feels the small arms tighten around his neck.
"Of course she was," the idol's mother interjects, walking towards where the two are hugging in the middle of the hallway.
"Mama." Yixing lets go of the small girl to stand up and wrap his arms around his mother instead. They don't hug for as long as the male did with his daughter but it's just as warm and tight.
The idol turns to the small girl who has taken his hand into her two smaller ones, walking towards the bed where he sits then places his daughter on his lap, "Are you ready for later?"
"Yes!" Xiaohui answers enthusiastically even though it is already quarter past ten in the evening. "I slept this afternoon after Nai nai and I went to buy cake for later."
"That's good." Yixing strokes his daughter's hair and turns to his mother who instantly understands what he wants to say without having to open his mouth and articulate his request.
"Xiaoxiao," Mama Zhang stands in front of the father and daughter, reaching a hand to touch the little girl's shoulder, "how about we get you changed so your Baba can go to his room and shower?"
Xiaohui looks hesitant at first but when she sees the sleepy smile on her father's face and after the elder's promise to meet her as fast as he can, the little girl jumps off Yixing's lap and prances to the bathroom, giving her father a kiss on the cheek for a see you later.
"Baba," Xiaohui calls for Yixing's attention, her small hands on the lid of the container that holds the cake she chose for her Dad. She only continues when the elder encourages her with a nod, "You don't think Daddy will get mad when we wake him up, do you?"
The little girl starts fidgeting beside her father, fingers clenching and releasing the small handle on the container when the older Zhang doesn't answer right away.
"Of course not, baby." Yixing leans and places a kiss on the crown of her head. "I'm sure Daddy will love it."
It was Xiaohui's idea to surprise Yifan that night, flying to Beijing with her grandmother two days prior with an excitement that is too obvious not to be contagious. Yixing didn't even get to think of anything to give his husband, busy with his own schedules of filming for a new movie and recording for an album. He is more than glad to help his daughter with her plan, thanking every god possible that they have her, even if they are not related by blood.
It has already been six years since they adopted Xiaohui, of hiding the little girl's presence in their life, a hard feat considering how bright she is and how this in turn makes it so difficult for Yixing or Yifan to shout to the world what a beautiful family they have - even their marriage is a hidden matter. Nonetheless, he is thankful, they both are, that they have this - each other and their daughter - to ease the struggles they face every day.
"We're here?" Xiaohui startles Yixing out of his reverie, noticing only then that their car has come to a stop in front of an elevator where Yifan's cousin is waiting for them. "It's uncle."
Before they move to get to the elevator, Yixing informs the driver, "We'll spend the night here, I'll call you when to pick us up tomorrow." The older male nods and slides back into the driver seat to leave without looking back, his instructions clear.
Xiaohui giddily greets her uncle, giving the older man a peck on the cheek before he hands over the key to Yifan's bedroom, knowing Yixing must have left his own access to his husband's private space somewhere in his own penthouse.
"You guys have fun tonight." The elder gently pinches Xiaohui's cheek who giggles before waving them goodbye as the elevator doors close and take them to the highest floor where Yifan must be sleeping already.
Getting into the elder's house isn't a hard task, Yixing having already memorized the code to the word after being there numerous times even when his husband is away for work. Xiaohui has been there before too but not as many times as her Baba has and every time she goes there he always looks around in awe, a smile widening her lips whenever she spots a photo of them three together, especially if it's a new addition to her Dad's collection. Out of the two of her fathers, she knows that Yifan is the one who likes keeping such items, photos and the little things that remind him of his family, like that drawing that Xiaohui made of his character from one of his Hollywood movies that he still has framed on his desk despite the many new drawings the little girl has already created.
Seeing the time and recognizing that they only have ten minutes left until twelve, the father and daughter duo rush to get the cake out and the small gift that Xiaohui has prepared with her Nai nai. The little girl hugs the box to her chest while Yixing unlocks the door to Yifan's room, grabbing the cake before they finally enter the room.
As they expected, the tall male is indeed deep in slumber and the two tiptoe their way to his bed, Xiaohui even smacking her lips shut as she takes the space behind her Dad after climbing the bed. Yixing looks at the clock which tells them that it's only a few seconds to twelve and when he turns after the big hand hits the huge 12 on top, he sees his daughter's anticipation brimming with how wide her smile is. After the elder mouths "go", the two shout "Happy Birthday" which effectively rouses Yifan from his sleep. From behind him, Xiaohui starts singing Happy Birthday in English and the tall male can't help but take his daughter in a warm embrace, kissing the top of her head as she finishes of her song.
"Make a wish, Daddy." The little girl pushes herself away from Yifan which the elder doesn't take to heart, pointing to the cake that Yixing is holding. The taller male pulls himself up to sit and closes his eyes only for a second before blowing the candles.
"I don't need to do that anymore," the birthday boy says before taking the cake from his husband's hands to place on the nightstand, gathering his family into his arms afterwards, "since you're both here already."
Xiaohui's laughter echoes in the room when her father finally opens the gift she brought with her, Yifan thanking her with a thousand kisses while Yixing takes photos of his husband and their daughter. The gift is a sweater that Xiaohui knitted with her grandmother. It's a little loose even for her Dad and it may not be perfect but the tall male thinks is it's the best gift he's received so far.
"And what does my husband have for me?" Yifan teasingly asks Yixing when the younger finally joins them in bed, changing into one of the taller male's old shirts after stripping down to his boxers.
In reply, the shorter male just leans down, places his hands on his husband's shoulders and kisses Yifan tenderly to the background of their daughter giggling in excitement. It's rare for her to see her fathers together, kissing, so it's a sight to behold for her and rather than being grossed out it's more of a reminder that even though they spend most of their days apart, their love will always connect them.
Noticing their little girl rubbing her sleepy eyes, Yixing calls it a night, "We have all day tomorrow." The two nod after his statement and take their assigned places in Yifan's big bed, giving each other their well-deserved good night kisses before the oldest turns the lights off.
From Xiaohui's left side, Yifan's voice pierces through the younger's humming, lulling voice, "Thank you, love."
Yixing doesn't answer verbally but he squeezes the hand that lands on top of his and smiles towards his husband's figure. Tonight, they'll sleep well.