[prompt 004] happiness is on the way
prompt: late.
pairing: het!yixing/yifan.
rating: pg-13.
word count: 1945 words.
yixing sat with her back against the bathroom door, her slim legs-covered by the thin material of her baggy sweatpants-splayed out in front of her. not slim for very long, she thought dejectedly, running her hands through her long, wavy hair and closing her eyes, letting her head fall back against the bathroom door with a thud.
this was it. everything was going to change now. no more partying until 4am and missing class because of wicked hangovers; no more fucking around with lu han when she felt like it, skimming her hands along the planes of her slim, petite body in the dank, dirty female bathroom stalls of a nightclub far, far away from yifan’s eyes; no more stuffing her face with greasy fast food because she didn’t have the energy to cook for herself.
she was going to have to grow up, now, whether she liked it or not.
fuck.
her period had been late this month, and at first, thinking nothing of it as her periods had always been a little irregular, she just waited it out, but after two weeks and still no sign of blood, she had caved and convinced lu han to go to the pharmacy and buy her a pregnancy test. she had thought that there was no way, no way whatsoever that she could be pregnant. she was just being paranoid and jumping to the worst possible conclusion.
she bit her lip harshly to stop herself from crying; tears already threatening to spill over. she knew that once she started, she wouldn’t stop, and she didn’t want to be in a state before yifan came home because that would just make everything worse. yifan hated it when she cried; he never knew what to do, just standing there and patting her back awkwardly until she stopped. he was quite emotionally stunted, but that suited yixing just fine because she wasn’t a lovey-dovey sort of person anyway; her ideal first date would be a concert or the batting cages rather than a movie and dinner, it just wasn’t her style whatsoever.
she thumped her head back against the bathroom door one, two, three more times before throwing the white stick that she had held tightly in her hand across the room. it bounced off of the wall and landed miserably underneath the sink, two pink horizontal lines glaring back at her and making her want to smash the thing to pieces. but that wouldn’t help, wouldn’t change the fact that she was 21 and pregnant and didn’t know what the fuck she was going to do. yifan would be home any minute and she had no idea what she was going to say to him. they weren’t even together, choosing to just fool around and be each other’s booty calls rather than put a name to whatever they had between them.
yifan had been her friend for years, and somewhere down the line, the mounting sexual tension between them had gotten too much and they’d ended up falling into bed with each other before they could think it through properly. they had fallen into a routine quite easily, though; when one of them was having a bad day or feeling particularly stressed, they’d hit the other up and were rolling around in the covers with each other within 15 minutes.
but the thing was, they always used protection; yixing wasn’t stupid, she’d never sleep with a boy without some form of barrier being used, be it the pill or condoms, it didn’t matter, just whatever would prevent her from becoming a mother before she was ready. she knew that condoms worked 98% of the time, and she just had to go and be so fucking unlucky that she’d be part of the 2% that they failed on.
but they didn’t just have sex (they hadn’t regressed that much); they also hung out like normal friends did, like playing video games and playing basketball and curling up with each other on the couch watching old movies, and well, maybe not the last part, but they were weird and were perfectly content with what they had together. even if they didn’t have a name.
she stood up shakily and braced herself against the sink, taking a long, hard look at herself in the mirror and telling herself to keep it together, that she was stuck in this situation and there was no getting out of it, no matter how much she wished that stupid fucking little stick was wrong, wrong, wrong or that this was all just some horrible nightmare brought on by eating too much chocolate and cheese before bed.
the thought of getting rid of the baby hadn’t even crossed her mind; ever since she was a rebellious teenager, fresh into high school and learning about sex-ed for the first time, she had always been 100% sure that if she had ever gotten pregnant, be it mistake or on purpose, she would never have an abortion. no matter what the situation was.
her mother was going to fucking slaughter her.
she hung her head and pushed herself away from the sink, exiting the bathroom and rubbing her eyes to get rid of the tears. just as she flopped down onto the bed, starfishing and staring at the ceiling gloomily, she heard the front door of the apartment open and a moment later yifan came strolling through their bedroom door looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. he stopped short, however, when he noticed yixing lying on their bed, unmoving.
“xing? you ok?” he asked, dropping his backpack on the floor and sitting next to her on the bed.
yixing closed her eyes and sighed, hauling herself up into a sitting position and smiling crookedly at her friend, completely avoiding the question.
“what about you? you look like a kicked puppy.”
yifan chuckled and shook his head, “nah, i’m fine. just swamped with work. my professor’s really giving me a hard time this semester.”
“eh, you baby. you’ll be fine.” yixing laughed, punching him in the arm and snorting when he complained that she was too rough with him.
yifan laughed along for a second before he grabbed one of her hands and rubbed the soft skin with his thumb, causing her eyebrows to disappear into her hairline and question him why he was being so sappy today. she really wasn’t one for any displays of affection, be it in the privacy of her own home or out in public. it just wasn’t her thing. not really, anyway.
“something’s up with you today. and don’t give me some bullshit that you’re ‘just tired’ or something. you can tell me anything, you know that.” yifan said, staring at her and frowning when she snorted and pulled her hand away.
“you’re such a dork, ugh.” she said, rolling her eyes, but twisting a piece of her hair around a long finger, something she was known to do when she was nervous.
“really, though. what’s happened?”
it was now, or never, anyway. no reason in delaying the inevitable. forward, march!
“i’m pregnant.” she shrugged, twisting her hands together in her lap.
yifan didn’t say anything for a really, really long time.
“excuse me?” he croaked eventually, staring at her like she was the chick from the grudge or something; eyes wide and like he was ready to bolt at any second.
“you heard me, fan. don’t make me say it again.” she said quietly, bringing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, leaning her head on her knee and watching him for a reaction.
his face seemed to go through a lot of different expressions before it settled on confusion, and she almost laughed at him, but decided that it wasn’t the time or place and just waited for him to say something.
“i don’t understand. how could this have happened? we always use-”
“i know. i know, fan. i don’t know either. it must have broke or something and we just didn’t notice.” yixing sighed, blinking lazily.
“oh, god, yixing.” yifan muttered, rubbing his face roughly with his hand and looking like she’d just told him he had to go into battle. “how far along are you?”
“i have no idea,” she shrugged. “we bang so many times that i don’t even know when it could have been.”
yifan nodded solemnly and ran his hands through his short hair, shaking his head and sighing in resignment.
“ok, ok. what are we going to do?”
“well i’m not getting rid of it, if that’s what you’re asking.” yixing said, coldness lacing her words.
“no, i’d never force you to make that decision.” yifan shook his head. “c’mere,” he said, hooking his fingers around her wrist and pulling her towards him.
she let herself be pulled and sprawled out across his lap, looking up at him and pouting.
“i’m 21, fan. i’m not ready to have a baby. i don’t know what to do.” she said softly, eyes filling up with unwanted tears again.
he sighed and pulled her up so she was sitting on his knee, leaning forward and capturing her lips in a chaste kiss, bumping their foreheads together gently.
“it’s ok, xing. i promise. everything’s going to be ok. we’ll get through this.”
“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. you shouldn’t have to deal with this.” she said sadly, eyes closing and bottom lip quivering.
“hey, hey, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. don’t apologise. this is on me as much as it is you. it’s both of our faults. it takes two to tango, remember.” he said, nudging her slightly.
she barked out a laugh and punched his chest weakly, no power behind it at all. she breathed out slowly and rested her head on his shoulder, moving in closer when he started to rub her back soothingly.
“it’s going to be ok-”
“i mean, we’re not even together. what will people say? what will my mother say? what will your mother say?” yixing interrupted, talking quickly and pushing herself away from his chest, looking at him with wide, watery eyes.
“shh, don’t worry. we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, yeah? for now, let’s just stick to the priorities. like getting you a doctor’s appointment so we can see how far along you are. how’s that sound?” he asked, smiling softly at her.
and then yixing actually looked at yifan, somehow only just realising how amazing he was. any other boy and they could have just told her to fuck off and had left her in the gutter. but yifan, yifan would never do that. he was kind and caring and was always looking out for her. they might not be together, but that could change. and they may not be in love with each other, but that could definitely change. yixing could see herself falling in love with yifan, even if he was a massive dork. he made her smile and didn’t take any of her shit, which was good because she could dish out loads and if he couldn’t put up with that then there was no way that they could ever work together.
he was a cool guy, and she liked him. they had a lot to learn, but they’d get through it, albeit with some bumps along the way. but that was inevitable; they were young, and they did by learning. just like everyone else.
“yeah. yeah, ok.” she smiled, kissing him softly and resting her head on his shoulder again.
three months down, six to go.
let’s do this.
~ next
pairing: het!yixing/yifan.
rating: pg-13.
word count: 1945 words.
yixing sat with her back against the bathroom door, her slim legs-covered by the thin material of her baggy sweatpants-splayed out in front of her. not slim for very long, she thought dejectedly, running her hands through her long, wavy hair and closing her eyes, letting her head fall back against the bathroom door with a thud.
this was it. everything was going to change now. no more partying until 4am and missing class because of wicked hangovers; no more fucking around with lu han when she felt like it, skimming her hands along the planes of her slim, petite body in the dank, dirty female bathroom stalls of a nightclub far, far away from yifan’s eyes; no more stuffing her face with greasy fast food because she didn’t have the energy to cook for herself.
she was going to have to grow up, now, whether she liked it or not.
fuck.
her period had been late this month, and at first, thinking nothing of it as her periods had always been a little irregular, she just waited it out, but after two weeks and still no sign of blood, she had caved and convinced lu han to go to the pharmacy and buy her a pregnancy test. she had thought that there was no way, no way whatsoever that she could be pregnant. she was just being paranoid and jumping to the worst possible conclusion.
she bit her lip harshly to stop herself from crying; tears already threatening to spill over. she knew that once she started, she wouldn’t stop, and she didn’t want to be in a state before yifan came home because that would just make everything worse. yifan hated it when she cried; he never knew what to do, just standing there and patting her back awkwardly until she stopped. he was quite emotionally stunted, but that suited yixing just fine because she wasn’t a lovey-dovey sort of person anyway; her ideal first date would be a concert or the batting cages rather than a movie and dinner, it just wasn’t her style whatsoever.
she thumped her head back against the bathroom door one, two, three more times before throwing the white stick that she had held tightly in her hand across the room. it bounced off of the wall and landed miserably underneath the sink, two pink horizontal lines glaring back at her and making her want to smash the thing to pieces. but that wouldn’t help, wouldn’t change the fact that she was 21 and pregnant and didn’t know what the fuck she was going to do. yifan would be home any minute and she had no idea what she was going to say to him. they weren’t even together, choosing to just fool around and be each other’s booty calls rather than put a name to whatever they had between them.
yifan had been her friend for years, and somewhere down the line, the mounting sexual tension between them had gotten too much and they’d ended up falling into bed with each other before they could think it through properly. they had fallen into a routine quite easily, though; when one of them was having a bad day or feeling particularly stressed, they’d hit the other up and were rolling around in the covers with each other within 15 minutes.
but the thing was, they always used protection; yixing wasn’t stupid, she’d never sleep with a boy without some form of barrier being used, be it the pill or condoms, it didn’t matter, just whatever would prevent her from becoming a mother before she was ready. she knew that condoms worked 98% of the time, and she just had to go and be so fucking unlucky that she’d be part of the 2% that they failed on.
but they didn’t just have sex (they hadn’t regressed that much); they also hung out like normal friends did, like playing video games and playing basketball and curling up with each other on the couch watching old movies, and well, maybe not the last part, but they were weird and were perfectly content with what they had together. even if they didn’t have a name.
she stood up shakily and braced herself against the sink, taking a long, hard look at herself in the mirror and telling herself to keep it together, that she was stuck in this situation and there was no getting out of it, no matter how much she wished that stupid fucking little stick was wrong, wrong, wrong or that this was all just some horrible nightmare brought on by eating too much chocolate and cheese before bed.
the thought of getting rid of the baby hadn’t even crossed her mind; ever since she was a rebellious teenager, fresh into high school and learning about sex-ed for the first time, she had always been 100% sure that if she had ever gotten pregnant, be it mistake or on purpose, she would never have an abortion. no matter what the situation was.
her mother was going to fucking slaughter her.
she hung her head and pushed herself away from the sink, exiting the bathroom and rubbing her eyes to get rid of the tears. just as she flopped down onto the bed, starfishing and staring at the ceiling gloomily, she heard the front door of the apartment open and a moment later yifan came strolling through their bedroom door looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. he stopped short, however, when he noticed yixing lying on their bed, unmoving.
“xing? you ok?” he asked, dropping his backpack on the floor and sitting next to her on the bed.
yixing closed her eyes and sighed, hauling herself up into a sitting position and smiling crookedly at her friend, completely avoiding the question.
“what about you? you look like a kicked puppy.”
yifan chuckled and shook his head, “nah, i’m fine. just swamped with work. my professor’s really giving me a hard time this semester.”
“eh, you baby. you’ll be fine.” yixing laughed, punching him in the arm and snorting when he complained that she was too rough with him.
yifan laughed along for a second before he grabbed one of her hands and rubbed the soft skin with his thumb, causing her eyebrows to disappear into her hairline and question him why he was being so sappy today. she really wasn’t one for any displays of affection, be it in the privacy of her own home or out in public. it just wasn’t her thing. not really, anyway.
“something’s up with you today. and don’t give me some bullshit that you’re ‘just tired’ or something. you can tell me anything, you know that.” yifan said, staring at her and frowning when she snorted and pulled her hand away.
“you’re such a dork, ugh.” she said, rolling her eyes, but twisting a piece of her hair around a long finger, something she was known to do when she was nervous.
“really, though. what’s happened?”
it was now, or never, anyway. no reason in delaying the inevitable. forward, march!
“i’m pregnant.” she shrugged, twisting her hands together in her lap.
yifan didn’t say anything for a really, really long time.
“excuse me?” he croaked eventually, staring at her like she was the chick from the grudge or something; eyes wide and like he was ready to bolt at any second.
“you heard me, fan. don’t make me say it again.” she said quietly, bringing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, leaning her head on her knee and watching him for a reaction.
his face seemed to go through a lot of different expressions before it settled on confusion, and she almost laughed at him, but decided that it wasn’t the time or place and just waited for him to say something.
“i don’t understand. how could this have happened? we always use-”
“i know. i know, fan. i don’t know either. it must have broke or something and we just didn’t notice.” yixing sighed, blinking lazily.
“oh, god, yixing.” yifan muttered, rubbing his face roughly with his hand and looking like she’d just told him he had to go into battle. “how far along are you?”
“i have no idea,” she shrugged. “we bang so many times that i don’t even know when it could have been.”
yifan nodded solemnly and ran his hands through his short hair, shaking his head and sighing in resignment.
“ok, ok. what are we going to do?”
“well i’m not getting rid of it, if that’s what you’re asking.” yixing said, coldness lacing her words.
“no, i’d never force you to make that decision.” yifan shook his head. “c’mere,” he said, hooking his fingers around her wrist and pulling her towards him.
she let herself be pulled and sprawled out across his lap, looking up at him and pouting.
“i’m 21, fan. i’m not ready to have a baby. i don’t know what to do.” she said softly, eyes filling up with unwanted tears again.
he sighed and pulled her up so she was sitting on his knee, leaning forward and capturing her lips in a chaste kiss, bumping their foreheads together gently.
“it’s ok, xing. i promise. everything’s going to be ok. we’ll get through this.”
“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. you shouldn’t have to deal with this.” she said sadly, eyes closing and bottom lip quivering.
“hey, hey, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. don’t apologise. this is on me as much as it is you. it’s both of our faults. it takes two to tango, remember.” he said, nudging her slightly.
she barked out a laugh and punched his chest weakly, no power behind it at all. she breathed out slowly and rested her head on his shoulder, moving in closer when he started to rub her back soothingly.
“it’s going to be ok-”
“i mean, we’re not even together. what will people say? what will my mother say? what will your mother say?” yixing interrupted, talking quickly and pushing herself away from his chest, looking at him with wide, watery eyes.
“shh, don’t worry. we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, yeah? for now, let’s just stick to the priorities. like getting you a doctor’s appointment so we can see how far along you are. how’s that sound?” he asked, smiling softly at her.
and then yixing actually looked at yifan, somehow only just realising how amazing he was. any other boy and they could have just told her to fuck off and had left her in the gutter. but yifan, yifan would never do that. he was kind and caring and was always looking out for her. they might not be together, but that could change. and they may not be in love with each other, but that could definitely change. yixing could see herself falling in love with yifan, even if he was a massive dork. he made her smile and didn’t take any of her shit, which was good because she could dish out loads and if he couldn’t put up with that then there was no way that they could ever work together.
he was a cool guy, and she liked him. they had a lot to learn, but they’d get through it, albeit with some bumps along the way. but that was inevitable; they were young, and they did by learning. just like everyone else.
“yeah. yeah, ok.” she smiled, kissing him softly and resting her head on his shoulder again.
three months down, six to go.
let’s do this.
~ next