title: fifty shades of us (it's not kalopsia if it's real)
pairing: kris/lay (fanxing)
word count: 1 869 words
rating: pg-13
genre: romance, fluff.
disclaimer: i don't own them.
for duizhangdeluxe on tumblr. prompt
here.
Yifan sees Yixing as the most beautiful man in the world. He sees him as the loveliest person that he has ever had the fortune of meeting. But, of course that would be how he would see Yixing. That would be how every lovestruck person would see their significant other.
Except, Yixing isn't just his significant other, and he actually can't see.
Wu Yifan was born with the gift of vision, but it was stolen from him, years ago. Five years ago, to be completely exact. Within those five years, Yixing came into his life. God, he was so damned thankful to have the younger man around. And it’s so obviously the sweet words that Yixing had told him that reeled him in; and oh my god, their relationship is perfect.
It made him think about how it would be if he met Yixing before his accident. Would Yixing still think that his eyes were beautiful? (Probably, since Yixing is a cheeseball and a half).
He wished he knew what Yixing looked like sometimes, but the younger man tended to tell him that it didn’t matter.
And it really didn’t. He loved him no matter what (unless, maybe Yixing cheated; but they had that trust that it wouldn’t happen, in addition, Yifan would not ever dare to cheat on someone that gave back him his strength and courage).
Yixing was everything to him. One of the songs that Yifan used to listen to as a child, quoted that another person was their eyes when they couldn't see. Yifan never thought he would actually relate to the song in such a literal manner. Zhang Yixing was actually his eyes, in so many different ways.
After his eyes failed to show him the world in front of him, Yixing had managed to convey everything they saw together, through words (and Yifan seriously didn't believe that his boyfriend didn't work as a novelist). As someone who still had the ability to see, Yifan's self esteem never stooped down low, however, when he wasn't able to look into a mirror anymore, it was like he couldn't covnvince himself of anything anymore. His eyes were told to be "creepy", and it hurt to hear that. But Yixing… Yixing thought they were beautiful, because Yixing didn't look at him for what he was. Yixing looked at him for who he was, and he saw the best there was in Yifan.
Yifan used to keep his eyes closed, because of the comments that he would hear, but Yixing helped him get past that fear, and he’s grown the courage to keep them open most of the time, despite being unable to actually see (sometimes, he still covers his eyes with sunglasses, and when Yixing complains, he tells him that his eyes are indeed open; just covered).
He's thankful for every little thing that Yixing has ever done for him (and the overflowing love that he gets from the younger man). Yet, he really doesn't know how he feels about what Yixing is currently proposing to him.
"What do you say, babe?" Yixing asked, and Yifan can imagine the pout that he can hear in his boyfriend's voice.
He sees it as adorable, and he really hopes his image of Yixing (that is constructed of feeling the other's face; Yixing actually had a hard time staying still when they did the experimental envisioning, despite being extremely patient, because Yixing attempted to bite Yifan's finger at one point, and he couldn't stop giggling. Yifan discovered that Yixing had a dimple, thanks to that) does him justice.
He habitually chews on his lower lip, considering the proposal, "I don't know… I mean, I want to, but what about the money? And wouldn't it be a burden to show me the ropes again?"
Yixing sighed at the question, and he feels the younger man's forehead thunk against his own. He winces slightly from the impact. Yixing inhaled sharply, and Yifan braces himself (Yixing only does that when he's either about to yell, or speak really softly, and make Yifan feel uncontrollable butterflies), "Baby… you're not a burden, okay? I love you, and I'll pull through anything for you. I'll show you everything again, and it'll be okay. It just takes some time, but you're worth it okay?"
Yixing is rubbing Yifan's hand soothingly, and god, it's impossible to say no to Yixing. Yifan makes a sound that kind of sounds like a whimper and a whine, and Yixing laughs softly.
"What?"
"Are you sure that you aren't a cheesy teenage fiction author?" Yifan's tone is anything but accusing, and Yixing only laughs harder.
Yifan knows his colours from memory, and he relates emotions and feelings and sounds to the chromatic system.
(Yixing's laugh is a bright, golden yellow, that radiates brighter than a million stars.)
"How would we afford it, though?" Yifan muses, and he can feel Yixing smiling again.
"You make quite a bit with playing the piano, babe." Yixing pointed out, "And if we put our funds together, it'll be easy."
Yeah, because dancers on a professional scale make a lot of money (especially if they're asleep novelists, as a side career; Yifan swears that Yixing does it). As for being a pianist, Yifan makes good cash as a blind pianist (with an overprotective boyfriend who ensures everything is perfect for him). What started out as a hobby, turned into a semi-stable career, because he really wanted to take Yixing on a date with his out money, and doing what he did best was perfect to earn money (and the date had been perfect).
Yifan purses his lips, and thinks about it. Or, at least, he pretends to think about it, because he made his decision a little while ago. He can feel the anticipation that is building up in Yixing, in hope for a positive answer.
"Okay, let's do it." Yifan smiled, and Yixing hugged him tightly.
"Yes!" Yixing exclaims, and Yifan leans to kiss his cheek; he misses, and presses to Yixing's lips instead, and the younger only hugs him tighter.
"God, I love you," Yifan whispered.
He feels the smile that spreads across Yixing's lips, and runs his fingers through the soft brown (or at least, Yixing says it's brown) hair. "I love you, too, Yifan."
They're getting their own place, together.
They make the decision of which house to buy together. Yixing gives him extravagant details on what each and every house looked like, and the excited tone that Yixing speaks with is adorable.
A month later, they're moved in to the modern house (it's small, but big enough to accommodate the needs of two grown men). Yixing thinks it's perfect, and Yifan thinks that maybe, Yixing should just marry the kitchen, instead of continuing to love him (he'd never admit that he's unnecessarily jealous of the kitchen).
After the movers (Yixing's group of rowdy friends, that Yifan has grown to like) leave, they're cuddling on the bed, and the smaller male mumbles softly to himself about how happy he is. Yifan whispers to him about how happiness is the colour yellow.
"What?"
"Happiness is yellow," Yifan repeated, and he can imagine Yixing's amused expression. "Like your laugh; it's bright yellow."
"Oh? Why is that?"
Yifan shrugs, burying his face into the crook of the younger's neck, "When you laugh that's the colour that comes to mind,"
Yixing's eyes twinkle, though Yifan can't see it. Is his boyfriend somewhat synesthetic?
"What else has a special colour?"
Yifan tells him about every single colour that he has related to an emotion. And, Yixing decides to take Yifan on the tour around their house tomorrow, just so they can decide what colours to paint the rooms. They'd paint it based on the emotions they felt inside the room. Yixing thought it was a perfect idea.
Yifan… well, it was a really cheesy idea, and it made Yixing happy, so what was theirs would be customized to reflect them perfectly.
Just like their relationship.
It's quick to get Yifan to get ahold of the locations of everything in the house, and they go shopping for paint, right afterwards.
It turned out that Yifan's emotional colours were a lot more specific than Yixing had thought. He didn't know there was very much of a difference between scarlet and crimson, because according to his boyfriend, the difference was huge. Come on, it was red.
“What colour should we paint the bedroom?” Yixing asked, fingers locking with Yifan’s.
Yifan ponders the idea for a moment, and he’s staring straight ahead (his eyes look blank, but he’s really thinking hard, and Yixing knows it). Yixing doesn’t tell him about the people around them that are staring, because Yifan can feel it, and Yixing really doesn’t care. It’s only the two of them that really matter to one another in the end. It didn’t matter that Yifan was blind, because Yixing loved him for who he was.
“Red,” Yifan answered. Yixing arched an eyebrow, and repeated the colour.
“Red?”
Yifan nods, “Yeah, a deep red.”
The taller man can hear the amused lilt in Yixing’s tone when he questions about the colour, “What does deep red represent?”
(Yixing’s amusement is a cheerful baby blue.)
“It represents how much I love you,” Yifan replies, and Yixing flushes a brilliant red. Yifan can’t see it, but he knows that he is.
(Yixing’s embarrassment is a cotton candy pink.)
They end up purchasing a ridiculous amount of paint, and the cashier gives them a weird look (Yixing acted like he couldn’t care less, but Yifan knows that, internally, the younger man really wants to go back to the store, just to argue with the girl; you do not give Zhang Yixing weird looks. It’s obvious from the way that he huffs after leaving the store).
“How are we ever going to use up all this paint?”
“This is your fault,”
“Why is everything my fault? Why isn’t it your fault or somethin-”
Yixing is shut up with a well aimed kiss.
“I love you.”
It takes a good three days to finish painting, because they wanted to do it alone, since if they invited Yixing's friends, there would be more paint fighting than actual painting happening (and that wasn't what they wanted to do. At all).
Their home is a mess of emotions, represented by a million different colours, but it's perfect, because it represents them. It's unique, and totally a thing that only they would do.
It's Yifan's own world of colours, despite being unable to actually see them. He knows exactly what the rooms look like, because Yixing sent him on a tour, and he knows every little corner. The brunette had ecstatically let him paint the walls with him, and if he were really asked what colour their entire house was, he would say that it would be yellow, because Yixing laughed so much whilst they painted - all Yifan could see was the colour.
(Because every emotion that Yixing made him feel, is reflected in the colours of the walls.)