last christmas
title: last christmas
pairing: kris/lay (fanxing)
word count: 2 769 words
rating: pg-13
genre: romance, fluff.
disclaimer: i don't own them.
for anon. prompt here.
Wu Yifan has been a good person all year. He’s a very nice person. He submits his work on time, he doesn’t slack with his files, and everything is done as neatly as possible (with the assistance of a keyboard, because he can’t handwrite that nicely). His boss was sure to have given him a promotion by the beginning of next year; it had to happen, because Yifan was the best of the employees in the office (Lu Han would merely insist that it was a self proclaimed title, and that Lu Han was the best in the entire office; but please, let’s face it. Yifan was so much better).
His suit is always pressed nicely, and his dress shirt would be pristine and white, if he wasn’t wearing the jacket. His tie would match nice occasions of the office (a dark blue tie when it’s a day with plenty of work, and a black tie for the more relaxing days. He even wore an orange tie of Halloween, just to get into the spirit of the holiday, not to mention the red tie on Valentine’s day - he’s still a little bit bitter about not getting any chocolates; he didn’t eat them, but it was nice to flaunt that he was popular). He was perfect in the company. He deserved amazingly high ranks, and should be superior to everyone that he works with.
He was more productive than Junmyeon, who did everything perfectly, and made sure that there wasn’t even a single stray ink mark on the papers that he photocopied (because that was all Junmyeon seemed to do; photocopy). He was more diligent that Minseok, who only seemed to get bothered by Lu Han into making “copies of themselves”; just not with a photocopier. He worked harder on his assigned projects, than Jongin did at trying to get Junmyeon’s attention. He made presentations that were so much more amazing than Chanyeol’s laugh. He aced at his worked to an equivalent, if not higher, value than Baekhyun aced at applying eyeliner. He was more independent at his work than Zitao, who seemed a little socially awkward. He drew his lines on his reports straighter than Sehun’s face. He focused more on his work than Jongdae focused on using the company phone to call random people. He expanded his thoughts on his work wider than the whites of Kyungsoo’s eyes. He was faster at his work than Luhan’s fingers slamming against the left click button on his mouse, when the older man was playing League of Legends on the damned company machines.
There was so much more he could say about himself, but all in all; Yifan was so much better than everyone in the office.
So, Yifan really doesn’t how how the hell he got roped into being Santa, out of all the people who were helping out for the Christmas festival. He hates it. He really does. He hates how children clamber onto his lap, all slobbery and disgusting. He hates how parents give him these looks, as if he’s going to hurt their kid or something. He hates the scruffy beard that he has to wear (it’s so itchy; he’s a cleanly shaven man, and proud of it). He hates the wig he has to wear because “Santa’s hair isn’t blonde”. God dammit, the hat covered his hair pretty damn well. He hates the seniors in the company for deciding to do this Christmas festival event. One of the old men (like Junmyeon, maybe) could have easily been Santa, but the secretary (“I hate you, Kim Jongdae”, he declared. Jongdae had only blown him a playful kiss and continued his work) seems to like his pain, so of all the people in the office, it had to be him who would be Santa.
He especially hates his main elf.
His main elf is the worst.
He sees him every thirty seconds, because the main elf is the one that takes the kids up to him, to offer as human sacrifices (and Yifan would just sit them on his lap, slowly examining whether or not they were edible, and then let them go). Or well, no, not human sacrifices, that was just a Yifan thing to think, the children were just innocent children who wanted to take a photo with a faker of some fat man with a white beard (Yifan wasn’t even fat, or bearded! Wait, was this his company’s way of telling him to lose weight and shave? Oh, hell no; Yifan was a clean shaven man, and proud. If he were alone, he might have reached up to consciously check if he shaved that morning.). The entire process of the child walking to him and then taking a photo takes exactly thirty seconds; and then he sees his main elf, again. The other elves just are there to hand out candy canes and look pretty (“Luhan isn’t even pretty!” Yifan had yelled at Jongdae. The secretary gave him the world’s most irritating ‘I-don’t-give-a-fuck’ face).
He's terrible because he's so abnormally cute, and Yifan doesn't do well with cute. Yifan and cute things was like putting ice cream in chicken noodle soup. It didn't mix. Yifan was hypothetically allergic to cute things, and anything remotely adorable. But his main elf, the one that he sees every thirty seconds, is so cute, and he feels like making some sort of terribly improper regurgitation on the child in his lap. But, Wu Yifan is a proper man, and he will refrain from making any disgusting regurgitations on the innocent children.
His elf shoots him a blinding smile (dimple and all, and it’s really cute; the threat of throwing up is very real), and Yifan nearly doubles over in absolute agony. And he probably would have died, if the brunette elf didn't turn away and call to everyone about break time. His voice is so cheerful, and Yifan can sense the bile rising in his throat.
Focus, Yifan. Children will not sit in the lap of a man who smells like disgusting stomach fluids (regardless of how much said man rejected the idea of going near any grubby children who slobbered all over him), and assorted objects in the mentioned fluid; the chewed upper and half digested version of what he had eaten for lunch. That was unattractive, and Yifan did not do unattractive things.
"Santa and his elves need to go and visit the factory, to check on all of your toys which are in the making! We will be back at six, parents and children! Have a Merry Christmas!"
Of course, they're not really going to the factory to check on any toys. They just need a reason to leave for their break. They’ve had four breaks all day, and his main elf has proven himself to be very good at making up bullshit on where they were going (apparently, Rudolph got sick, and they were throwing him a Get Well Soon party, but the children couldn’t come with them, because Santa’s sleigh wasn’t big enough to fit the entire mass of children, and fly them back to the North Pole; it was unfair to leave any child behind).
As soon as the crowd is gone, Yifan pulled off the scruffy fake beard, and groaned, running his fingers through his blonde locks. He moved to the back room, where he can peacefully change out of his fake fat, and ugly red outfit. The overall outfit was halfway off of his body, when he heard a quiet whistle, and quickly turns around.
It's his main elf. The really cute one.
Of course, it’s his main elf. His life just keeps getting better and better.
Yifan honestly thinks that he can't keep direct eye contact with the elf, and he looks away. "Are you checking me out?" He mumbled.
The elf shamelessly nodded, "Mhm, and you're really good looking."
Yifan's heart foolishly skipped a beat at the remark. Why was he being like this? Of course, he was good looking. Everyone knew that. Wu Yifan was the best employee in the office, not to mention the most attractive. This elf is dangerous to his health. He doesn’t even know the damned elf’s name.
Yifan stared at the floor, “O-oh, thanks…”
“Yixing!” Luhan’s voice ruined the moment, and Yifan scrambled to put on his shirt again. He was not going to go to his break dressed up as Santa.
The elf, Yixing?, curled his lips into a devious grin, and Luhan barged into the room in time to see Yifan buttoning up the last few buttons of his shirt; anyone would have thought that something had happened between the elf and the man in the Santa suit. Yifan cleared his throat awkwardly, and Luhan’s lips curled into a grin that matched Yixing’s. Yifan was rendered terrified (if Jongdae was Satan, while he was alone, then these two must be his disciples, when they were together).
“Yifan, are you getting close with Yixing, over there?” he asked, his tone lilting on something suggestive. Yifan’s eyes bulged, and he rapidly shook his head.
“No, what are you talking about?” he managed to say, coughing between words. It wouldn’t have been believable, even if it was true. Which it was.
Yifan was the best employee. He didn’t do anything of Luhan’s suggestive sort.
Yixing hooked an arm around Luhan’s shoulders, and turned to leave. “Yeah, yeah, Lu. Let’s go. I’m hungry.”
Luhan turned, and shook his head., “No, what happened between you two?”
Yixing only laughed. “Nothing, I promise.”
It was only Yifan who caught the playful wink that Yixing shot him when they turned to leave.
He cursed himself for letting his heart skip a beat.
He is caught by complete surprise when one of the little boys, who found his way onto Yifan’s lap, after the break. It’s seven o'clock at night, maybe a bit later, because the ground is covered in snow, and the weather forecasted snow much later in the night. Yifan hasn’t turned to look at the clock yet; the looming tower would only make him want to go home more quickly.
The child that is sitting on his lap as of the very moment looked to be around eight years old, maybe less. He had bright brown eyes that reminded him a little bit of Yixing, but he’d never mention it aloud. His hair was sheared to look much more mature than what his age could possibly have been, but his figure was tiny. Almost fragile, however his eyes; his eyes showed the entire world’s confidence and determination. Yifan vaguely wondered what eyes of such potential would be doing, sitting in Santa’s lap; the boy was seemingly so mature for a child. But, this young man would get somewhere in life, and Yifan could tell just by looking at him.
“Santa,” the little boy started to speak before Yifan could even ask him his name. Yifan stumbled over his words, to a child, for the first time that night. Something about the boy’s voice compelled Yifan to listen to him with undivided attention.
“Yes?”
“That man over there,” he said, pointing over to Yixing, who was playing with a baby in a mother’s arms. The baby was laughing, and Yixing’s eyes pulled into happy crescents, his dimple indenting his cheek. Yifan resists the urge to throw up.
“What about my elf, young man?” Yifan questioned.
“He’s a really nice person,” the boy continues. It’s far past the few seconds that it takes to take a photo, but Yifan is okay with listening to this little boy talk. After all, Santa was supposed to listen to someone’s problems, right? Or well, not their problems; just what they want. “He helped me last year when I lost my parents, he’s a really nice elf, Santa.”
Yifan laughs heartily, because that was what he was supposed to do for comments like this. That’s what Jongdae instructed him to do (but why he is listening to Jongdae in the first place, is a mystery).
“My elves are really nice people, young man.”
The boy nods, “Yeah, I know. But, that didn’t stop him from being sad, the next time I saw him, Santa. He said that a bad person hurt his heart, and that I wouldn’t understand until I was older. But, Santa, this year for Christmas, I don’t want anything for me. Can I just ask you to make your nice elf happy again? Make his heart not hurt anymore? Santa, can I wish for that instead of a present?”
Yifan has never met such a selfless and mature boy, and he can’t help but smile. He stroked the boy’s hair, patting his head, and Yifan gave a genuine smile for the first time that night.
“Yes, I can do that for you, little one.”
The boy beamed, and it’s really cute. Yifan doesn’t feel like throwing up at it, and something in him relaxed.
“Hurry up, Leo! Let’s go!” the boy’s father called from the side, and the boy, Leo, smiles at Yifan. He bounces off Yifan’s lap, and runs to his father. He turned to Yifan, halfway, and smiled brightly.
“Bye, Santa! Thank you!”
Yifan mirrored the expression.
They were packing up, when he encountered Yixing again. Yifan’s eyes softened at the memory of what the dark hair boy had told him, and he waved at the brunette. He still has his hat on, but everything else that was on his body (like the irritating beard, and the giant suit) has been taken off. But he’s still Santa, with a hat on, and very casual clothes (or at least, casual by Yifan’s standards; how casual could you consider slacks and a dress shirt, with the top two buttons undone).
“Hi.” he greeted. Yixing flashed a small smile, and stepped up to Yifan, who was still sitting on the large chair that was made for Santa.
“Hi, can I sit in Santa’s lap too?” he asked, a small smile on his lips. Yixing looked really cute, and Yifan thinks that maybe the little boy cured him for his regurgitation problem, because Yixing’s face doesn’t make him want to throw up anymore.
But Yixing’s inquiry caught him by surprise. He wanted to sit in Yifan’s lap? Yifan didn’t know how he felt about that; he kind of feels like retching at his throat and throwing up everything he ate, again, just for a completely different reason.
Yifan dumbly nodded, “Sure, why not?”
Yixing plopped down on his lap, and Yifan found that Yixing weighed close to nothing. Something similar to a blanket, a light blanket.
All they do for a moment, is stare at each other, and they awkwardly stare until Yixing cracked a smile, and giggled.
Yifan found himself continuing to play the role of Santa, “So, what would you like this year for Christmas?”
Yixing’s eyes twinkled in interest. “I don’t really know what I want,”
“A little birdy told me that last year, your Christmas wasn’t that wonderful,” he stated, carefully, hoping he wouldn’t frighten Yixing.
The brunette started, about he stayed where he was sitting, “O-oh, how did you know?”
“Santa sees everything, young man,” Yifan replied, his eyes softening at Yixing’s sudden shyness.
There’s a silence, before Yixing spoke again; “I know what I want for Christmas.”
“What is it?”
Last Christmas, he gave his heart to someone who threw it away without a problem. Last Christmas, he broke his own heart. This Christmas, maybe it can be different.
“Can I kiss you?” Yixing asked softly, and Yifan stumbled for his words, a strangled sound escaping his lips. Yixing only laughed.
It isn’t like that just met today; Yifan has just never noticed the interesting man who finished his reports even faster than Yifan did, and then just spent all his time in the break room. Maybe, it was meant to be, that they would be the ones who would self-claim the title of best employee (though, Yixing didn’t actively do it, he just really deserved the title). He’s still rendered shocked at the brunette’s advances, when he feels soft lips press against his own. Something inside his leaps, and quite possibly explodes.
It isn’t love at first sight; they didn’t meet for the first time, today.
But, maybe this is okay.
His heart stutters, and he slowly kissed Yixing back.
Yeah, Yifan thought, this is okay. This is more than okay.
pairing: kris/lay (fanxing)
word count: 2 769 words
rating: pg-13
genre: romance, fluff.
disclaimer: i don't own them.
for anon. prompt here.
Wu Yifan has been a good person all year. He’s a very nice person. He submits his work on time, he doesn’t slack with his files, and everything is done as neatly as possible (with the assistance of a keyboard, because he can’t handwrite that nicely). His boss was sure to have given him a promotion by the beginning of next year; it had to happen, because Yifan was the best of the employees in the office (Lu Han would merely insist that it was a self proclaimed title, and that Lu Han was the best in the entire office; but please, let’s face it. Yifan was so much better).
His suit is always pressed nicely, and his dress shirt would be pristine and white, if he wasn’t wearing the jacket. His tie would match nice occasions of the office (a dark blue tie when it’s a day with plenty of work, and a black tie for the more relaxing days. He even wore an orange tie of Halloween, just to get into the spirit of the holiday, not to mention the red tie on Valentine’s day - he’s still a little bit bitter about not getting any chocolates; he didn’t eat them, but it was nice to flaunt that he was popular). He was perfect in the company. He deserved amazingly high ranks, and should be superior to everyone that he works with.
He was more productive than Junmyeon, who did everything perfectly, and made sure that there wasn’t even a single stray ink mark on the papers that he photocopied (because that was all Junmyeon seemed to do; photocopy). He was more diligent that Minseok, who only seemed to get bothered by Lu Han into making “copies of themselves”; just not with a photocopier. He worked harder on his assigned projects, than Jongin did at trying to get Junmyeon’s attention. He made presentations that were so much more amazing than Chanyeol’s laugh. He aced at his worked to an equivalent, if not higher, value than Baekhyun aced at applying eyeliner. He was more independent at his work than Zitao, who seemed a little socially awkward. He drew his lines on his reports straighter than Sehun’s face. He focused more on his work than Jongdae focused on using the company phone to call random people. He expanded his thoughts on his work wider than the whites of Kyungsoo’s eyes. He was faster at his work than Luhan’s fingers slamming against the left click button on his mouse, when the older man was playing League of Legends on the damned company machines.
There was so much more he could say about himself, but all in all; Yifan was so much better than everyone in the office.
So, Yifan really doesn’t how how the hell he got roped into being Santa, out of all the people who were helping out for the Christmas festival. He hates it. He really does. He hates how children clamber onto his lap, all slobbery and disgusting. He hates how parents give him these looks, as if he’s going to hurt their kid or something. He hates the scruffy beard that he has to wear (it’s so itchy; he’s a cleanly shaven man, and proud of it). He hates the wig he has to wear because “Santa’s hair isn’t blonde”. God dammit, the hat covered his hair pretty damn well. He hates the seniors in the company for deciding to do this Christmas festival event. One of the old men (like Junmyeon, maybe) could have easily been Santa, but the secretary (“I hate you, Kim Jongdae”, he declared. Jongdae had only blown him a playful kiss and continued his work) seems to like his pain, so of all the people in the office, it had to be him who would be Santa.
He especially hates his main elf.
His main elf is the worst.
He sees him every thirty seconds, because the main elf is the one that takes the kids up to him, to offer as human sacrifices (and Yifan would just sit them on his lap, slowly examining whether or not they were edible, and then let them go). Or well, no, not human sacrifices, that was just a Yifan thing to think, the children were just innocent children who wanted to take a photo with a faker of some fat man with a white beard (Yifan wasn’t even fat, or bearded! Wait, was this his company’s way of telling him to lose weight and shave? Oh, hell no; Yifan was a clean shaven man, and proud. If he were alone, he might have reached up to consciously check if he shaved that morning.). The entire process of the child walking to him and then taking a photo takes exactly thirty seconds; and then he sees his main elf, again. The other elves just are there to hand out candy canes and look pretty (“Luhan isn’t even pretty!” Yifan had yelled at Jongdae. The secretary gave him the world’s most irritating ‘I-don’t-give-a-fuck’ face).
He's terrible because he's so abnormally cute, and Yifan doesn't do well with cute. Yifan and cute things was like putting ice cream in chicken noodle soup. It didn't mix. Yifan was hypothetically allergic to cute things, and anything remotely adorable. But his main elf, the one that he sees every thirty seconds, is so cute, and he feels like making some sort of terribly improper regurgitation on the child in his lap. But, Wu Yifan is a proper man, and he will refrain from making any disgusting regurgitations on the innocent children.
His elf shoots him a blinding smile (dimple and all, and it’s really cute; the threat of throwing up is very real), and Yifan nearly doubles over in absolute agony. And he probably would have died, if the brunette elf didn't turn away and call to everyone about break time. His voice is so cheerful, and Yifan can sense the bile rising in his throat.
Focus, Yifan. Children will not sit in the lap of a man who smells like disgusting stomach fluids (regardless of how much said man rejected the idea of going near any grubby children who slobbered all over him), and assorted objects in the mentioned fluid; the chewed upper and half digested version of what he had eaten for lunch. That was unattractive, and Yifan did not do unattractive things.
"Santa and his elves need to go and visit the factory, to check on all of your toys which are in the making! We will be back at six, parents and children! Have a Merry Christmas!"
Of course, they're not really going to the factory to check on any toys. They just need a reason to leave for their break. They’ve had four breaks all day, and his main elf has proven himself to be very good at making up bullshit on where they were going (apparently, Rudolph got sick, and they were throwing him a Get Well Soon party, but the children couldn’t come with them, because Santa’s sleigh wasn’t big enough to fit the entire mass of children, and fly them back to the North Pole; it was unfair to leave any child behind).
As soon as the crowd is gone, Yifan pulled off the scruffy fake beard, and groaned, running his fingers through his blonde locks. He moved to the back room, where he can peacefully change out of his fake fat, and ugly red outfit. The overall outfit was halfway off of his body, when he heard a quiet whistle, and quickly turns around.
It's his main elf. The really cute one.
Of course, it’s his main elf. His life just keeps getting better and better.
Yifan honestly thinks that he can't keep direct eye contact with the elf, and he looks away. "Are you checking me out?" He mumbled.
The elf shamelessly nodded, "Mhm, and you're really good looking."
Yifan's heart foolishly skipped a beat at the remark. Why was he being like this? Of course, he was good looking. Everyone knew that. Wu Yifan was the best employee in the office, not to mention the most attractive. This elf is dangerous to his health. He doesn’t even know the damned elf’s name.
Yifan stared at the floor, “O-oh, thanks…”
“Yixing!” Luhan’s voice ruined the moment, and Yifan scrambled to put on his shirt again. He was not going to go to his break dressed up as Santa.
The elf, Yixing?, curled his lips into a devious grin, and Luhan barged into the room in time to see Yifan buttoning up the last few buttons of his shirt; anyone would have thought that something had happened between the elf and the man in the Santa suit. Yifan cleared his throat awkwardly, and Luhan’s lips curled into a grin that matched Yixing’s. Yifan was rendered terrified (if Jongdae was Satan, while he was alone, then these two must be his disciples, when they were together).
“Yifan, are you getting close with Yixing, over there?” he asked, his tone lilting on something suggestive. Yifan’s eyes bulged, and he rapidly shook his head.
“No, what are you talking about?” he managed to say, coughing between words. It wouldn’t have been believable, even if it was true. Which it was.
Yifan was the best employee. He didn’t do anything of Luhan’s suggestive sort.
Yixing hooked an arm around Luhan’s shoulders, and turned to leave. “Yeah, yeah, Lu. Let’s go. I’m hungry.”
Luhan turned, and shook his head., “No, what happened between you two?”
Yixing only laughed. “Nothing, I promise.”
It was only Yifan who caught the playful wink that Yixing shot him when they turned to leave.
He cursed himself for letting his heart skip a beat.
He is caught by complete surprise when one of the little boys, who found his way onto Yifan’s lap, after the break. It’s seven o'clock at night, maybe a bit later, because the ground is covered in snow, and the weather forecasted snow much later in the night. Yifan hasn’t turned to look at the clock yet; the looming tower would only make him want to go home more quickly.
The child that is sitting on his lap as of the very moment looked to be around eight years old, maybe less. He had bright brown eyes that reminded him a little bit of Yixing, but he’d never mention it aloud. His hair was sheared to look much more mature than what his age could possibly have been, but his figure was tiny. Almost fragile, however his eyes; his eyes showed the entire world’s confidence and determination. Yifan vaguely wondered what eyes of such potential would be doing, sitting in Santa’s lap; the boy was seemingly so mature for a child. But, this young man would get somewhere in life, and Yifan could tell just by looking at him.
“Santa,” the little boy started to speak before Yifan could even ask him his name. Yifan stumbled over his words, to a child, for the first time that night. Something about the boy’s voice compelled Yifan to listen to him with undivided attention.
“Yes?”
“That man over there,” he said, pointing over to Yixing, who was playing with a baby in a mother’s arms. The baby was laughing, and Yixing’s eyes pulled into happy crescents, his dimple indenting his cheek. Yifan resists the urge to throw up.
“What about my elf, young man?” Yifan questioned.
“He’s a really nice person,” the boy continues. It’s far past the few seconds that it takes to take a photo, but Yifan is okay with listening to this little boy talk. After all, Santa was supposed to listen to someone’s problems, right? Or well, not their problems; just what they want. “He helped me last year when I lost my parents, he’s a really nice elf, Santa.”
Yifan laughs heartily, because that was what he was supposed to do for comments like this. That’s what Jongdae instructed him to do (but why he is listening to Jongdae in the first place, is a mystery).
“My elves are really nice people, young man.”
The boy nods, “Yeah, I know. But, that didn’t stop him from being sad, the next time I saw him, Santa. He said that a bad person hurt his heart, and that I wouldn’t understand until I was older. But, Santa, this year for Christmas, I don’t want anything for me. Can I just ask you to make your nice elf happy again? Make his heart not hurt anymore? Santa, can I wish for that instead of a present?”
Yifan has never met such a selfless and mature boy, and he can’t help but smile. He stroked the boy’s hair, patting his head, and Yifan gave a genuine smile for the first time that night.
“Yes, I can do that for you, little one.”
The boy beamed, and it’s really cute. Yifan doesn’t feel like throwing up at it, and something in him relaxed.
“Hurry up, Leo! Let’s go!” the boy’s father called from the side, and the boy, Leo, smiles at Yifan. He bounces off Yifan’s lap, and runs to his father. He turned to Yifan, halfway, and smiled brightly.
“Bye, Santa! Thank you!”
Yifan mirrored the expression.
They were packing up, when he encountered Yixing again. Yifan’s eyes softened at the memory of what the dark hair boy had told him, and he waved at the brunette. He still has his hat on, but everything else that was on his body (like the irritating beard, and the giant suit) has been taken off. But he’s still Santa, with a hat on, and very casual clothes (or at least, casual by Yifan’s standards; how casual could you consider slacks and a dress shirt, with the top two buttons undone).
“Hi.” he greeted. Yixing flashed a small smile, and stepped up to Yifan, who was still sitting on the large chair that was made for Santa.
“Hi, can I sit in Santa’s lap too?” he asked, a small smile on his lips. Yixing looked really cute, and Yifan thinks that maybe the little boy cured him for his regurgitation problem, because Yixing’s face doesn’t make him want to throw up anymore.
But Yixing’s inquiry caught him by surprise. He wanted to sit in Yifan’s lap? Yifan didn’t know how he felt about that; he kind of feels like retching at his throat and throwing up everything he ate, again, just for a completely different reason.
Yifan dumbly nodded, “Sure, why not?”
Yixing plopped down on his lap, and Yifan found that Yixing weighed close to nothing. Something similar to a blanket, a light blanket.
All they do for a moment, is stare at each other, and they awkwardly stare until Yixing cracked a smile, and giggled.
Yifan found himself continuing to play the role of Santa, “So, what would you like this year for Christmas?”
Yixing’s eyes twinkled in interest. “I don’t really know what I want,”
“A little birdy told me that last year, your Christmas wasn’t that wonderful,” he stated, carefully, hoping he wouldn’t frighten Yixing.
The brunette started, about he stayed where he was sitting, “O-oh, how did you know?”
“Santa sees everything, young man,” Yifan replied, his eyes softening at Yixing’s sudden shyness.
There’s a silence, before Yixing spoke again; “I know what I want for Christmas.”
“What is it?”
Last Christmas, he gave his heart to someone who threw it away without a problem. Last Christmas, he broke his own heart. This Christmas, maybe it can be different.
“Can I kiss you?” Yixing asked softly, and Yifan stumbled for his words, a strangled sound escaping his lips. Yixing only laughed.
It isn’t like that just met today; Yifan has just never noticed the interesting man who finished his reports even faster than Yifan did, and then just spent all his time in the break room. Maybe, it was meant to be, that they would be the ones who would self-claim the title of best employee (though, Yixing didn’t actively do it, he just really deserved the title). He’s still rendered shocked at the brunette’s advances, when he feels soft lips press against his own. Something inside his leaps, and quite possibly explodes.
It isn’t love at first sight; they didn’t meet for the first time, today.
But, maybe this is okay.
His heart stutters, and he slowly kissed Yixing back.
Yeah, Yifan thought, this is okay. This is more than okay.