What's Your Name Again?
Title: What's Your Name Again?
Pairing: kris/lay
Genre: comedy (i tried), and romance i think
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2,4k words
Summary: In which Yifan wakes up from surgery and doesn't remember being married to Yixing. Actually he doesn't remember Yixing at all.
A/N: Written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. It's not revised and this is so poorly written and I'm not funny...
what’s your name again?
The room is hella cold. Yixing can barely articulate his fingers and he just knows his ears are going to freeze first. He’s unable to understand what purpose absurdly cold hospital rooms serve. Definitely not the well-being of the infirm. Standing up from his companion chair, Yixing walks towards the bed and tightens the three layers of duvets around his unconscious husband - his poor, beautiful husband. He sighs with the reminder of that being the third time Yifan underwent surgery, but allows himself to smile a bit as he recalls the doctor’s words about that being the last procedure.
Yifan starts moving on the bed, and the machinery attached to his body starts making a few noises. Yifan’s been fidgeting a lot since they brought him back, and it usually doesn’t take this long for him to wake up; Yixing’s waiting for two hours already.
A nurse walks in with silent steps and smiles up at Yixing (she’s sympathetically short), concentrating in taking notes from the machines around Yifan.
“Excuse me?” Yixing says. “Isn't it taking too long for him to wake up?”
The nurse smiles “Don’t worry, sometimes they sleep a little longer because the procedure is very tiring”
“But his surgery was really simple, it lasted two hours tops”
“All his signs are ok, he’s fine” the short woman looks straight into Yixing’s eyes as she speaks, and he suspects it’s some kind of technique to tranquilize companions. He feels oddly easy. “He’ll soon be awake” and with that, she leaves as silently as she came in.
Yixing has to wait twenty more minutes until his husband starts moving around again, Yifan’s large arms threatening to pull one heavy-looking machine from the support. Knowing Yifan’s sleeping martial arts habits, Yixing runs to his side and downs his arm still, caressing fondly as he watches his husband’s eyebrows frown in annoyance.
“Calm down” he says, but Yifan is seemingly adamant on getting his freedom of movement. “It’s ok baby, take it easy”
Yixing thinks he’s trying to speak when Yifan’s face contorts and he gives out this grunt, more like a growl. And then he tries to rise from the bed.
“Yifan, God, just relax man!” Yixing manages to gently pull him back. “You’re going to tug all the machines down, just relax.”
“It’shumfotable” Yifan’s voice is raspy and low when he speaks. “Take yaw zanz off me”
Yixing chuckles lightly before cautiously brushing Yifan’s golden hair backwards. This has always been his favorite, and it works perfectly in quieting him.
As expected, Yifan’s eyebrows unfurrow from the caressing and his grunts become more of satisfied moans. His eyelids slowly flutter open and almost instantly, press shut again. Probably the light in the room.
“Do you want water?” Yixing asks, stretching an arm to get the plastic cup one of the nurses who came in to check on Yifan left on the bedside table.
“Wuf… Water”
“Here” he helps his husband by supporting his head up with a hand and slowly giving him the water. Yifan drinks it quickly. “Feel better now?”
Yifan takes a few more moments to get his eyes used to the brightness in the room, and then settles them on Yixing. He stares for a while.
“Hi”
“Hi back” Yixing smiles. “I wonder if you’d survive a fourth round”
Yifan attempts to chuckle, but it soon turns into a quick cough. “Why are you here?” his tongue is still heavy and his voice sounds a little rough.
“I’ve been here the whole time” Yixing answers. Yifan frowns.
“Why have you been here?” and he seems genuinely curious, and Yixing thinks something’s not right.
“Yifan?” he tries. “Are you okay?”
His husband just stares, and frowns again. His lips are parted, and Yixing can actually see his eyes moving around, inspecting his whole face, and then his eyebrows arch a little when Yifan focuses on Yixing’s collarbones and chest.
“Are you a nurse?” Yifan’s voice is starting to sound normal again, but his eyes are mildly different. “Damn, you’re eyecandy. What’s your name?”
Yixing’s not deaf, and there’s certainly not enough noise in the room for him to possibly not listen to his husband’s words. However, none of the reasons listed stop him from narrowing his eyes at Yifan “Come again?”
The way Yifan looks at him would be flattering if the fact that he’s just asked his own husband’s name didn’t freak Yixing out.
“What’s your name?” the sick asks “You’re so pretty, are you here to help me recover?” he smirks.
“Are you serious? Yifan?” Yixing crosses his arms at his chest. “My name is Yixing!”
Yifan smiles in adoration “Yixing…” he says. “You’ve been here the whole time? It’s a damn shame I wasn’t awake”
He’s got to admit the situation is kind of funny. Yifan is partially sedated, his eyes occasionally slip out of focus and yet, he finds it in himself to actually flirt with Yixing - a person that, in his postoperative mind, he’s never seen before. It’s funny, but not that much.
“Yifan!” Yixing exclaims, because the thought of his husband flirting with someone he doesn’t know is slightly upsetting. Even when the person is him.
“Oh God, I love when you say my name. Say it again. Or you can say over coffee when I’m out of here, what do you say?”
Yixing rolls eyes “I’m your husband”
The reaction is totally unexpected. Yixing never thought Yifan was capable of widening his eyes that much. “YOU’RE WHAT?” he asks a bit too loud, and then starts coughing from the effort.
“Don’t exaggerate!” he worries, trying to make Yifan lie down again, because the revelation of their marriage seems to make him excited and he really wants to sit on the bed.
“Are you really my husband?” he asks “Oh my god, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen… I’m so lucky… When did we get married?”
Right when Yixing is about to answer, the door opens and Jongdae slowly walks in, probably minding to be quiet. “Hey, Zitao asked me to come, he’s trapped in traffic” the man says and Yixing is, again, about to speak when Yifan shouts:
“JONGDAE! HE’S MY HUSBAND! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?” he turns to Yixing looking a little confused. “Wait, have you two met each other? This is Jongdae he was my college roommate…”
“Yifan, Jongdae was your best man. At our wedding” Yixing points out and somehow he feels dejected for having to.
“Oh right… I can’t believe I’m married to someone like you” Yifan smiles brightly and there’s no way Yixing can maintain his scowl. “Did I pay you or something? Because I can’t possibly-”
“Hey guys” the door opens again and Luhan walks in, two supermarket plastic bags in hands. “I brought you snacks”
With the tornado of his forgetful husband passing by, Yixing completely forgot about asking Luhan to buy him some snacks. Luhan approaches carefully, like one step on the wrong place would blow the whole room to smithereens.
“HEY LUHAN, HAVE YOU MET MY HUSBAND?” Yifan shouts again, and this time Yixing looks highly upset. You've got to be kidding me...
“So you know Luhan but you don’t know me. Luhan. My friend. Who you met like three months after you met ME” he accuses and steps away from the bed, letting his body fall onto the companion chair and thank god the thing is padded.
“I’m sorry baby, I just- do we call each other baby? I can’t remember I’m so confused right now…”
“Ok, I think you should eat something, can we get something for him to eat?” Yixing stands up again; his husband is on a hospital bed and it doesn’t matter if he can’t remember having a husband, he needs care.
“I don’t know if this will make him remember you, dude” Jongdae looks amused.
Yixing shakes his head and closes his eyes, because now his head is spinning and he just needs a minute to stop, think and decide if killing himself will be easier than killing everyone around him “That’s not the point, I mean…”
“Hey babe, babe” apparently Yifan doesn’t want Yixing to think, stretching an arm and trying to touch his butt. “Wow that’s an awesome ass you got there, turn around so I can get a proper look…”
“WU YIFAN!”
“You know my real name, this is creepy. Are you sure we’re married? You could be like a stalker who loves me, I don’t know, and suddenly saw an opportunity to…”
Jongdae laughs and Yixing wants to punch him because he sounds so much like a hyena. Rolling his eyes, he’s sure to stare holes into Yifan’s head “Do I look like someone who would pretend to be married to you?”
“This is priceless”
“Shut up Jongdae” Luhan, who’s been quiet so far, voices out.
“Yeah Jongdae shut up” Yifan thinks it’s a good idea to mock Jongdae, but Jongdae doesn’t seem amused.
“You keep quiet, John Doe” he spits.
Almost instantly, Yifan’s face falls. He looks from Yixing to Luhan to Jongdae before asking, “What?”
“I think you had his brain looping real hard” Luhan chuckles.
“I’m Wu Yifan, why are you calling me John Doe?” the way Yifan searches the answer in each of their faces has all Yixing’s anger evanescing.
“Christ…” he sighs and runs a hand through Yifan’s hair, allowing his lips to tug upward when his husband’s eyes close in satisfaction.
Yifan is almost falling asleep when Zitao enters the room, and the bad thing about Zitao walking in is that he’s never quiet about it. “Yixing, I’m so so so so sorry I’m late”
Of course, Yifan opens his eyes again. “HI ZITAO, man you look weird today, what’s wrong with your eyes? HEY HAVE YOU MET XUXIAN? HE’S MY HUSBAND”
Jongdae and Luhan are laughing, and Yixing laughs too, because he’s too tired to be upset.
Zitao stops and frowns “Ok, what… What is going on here?”
“Yifan can’t remember Yixing” Luhan explains.
The younger’s lips stretch in an open-mouthed smile as he approaches the bed. “Shut up! Is that for real?”
“Yeah, I’m lucky like that” Yixing looks at Yifan and Yifan smiles up at him.
“Are you ok, gege?” Zitao asks the sick man on the bed, and Yifan sighs.
“I’m married, Tao” he says like it’s a confession “Can you believe this? I am married to Xuxian! And he’s so gorgeous, look at him! I can’t believe I got myself an ass like that”
Yixing interrupts “Ok, enough about my ass”
“No, no, let him speak” Jongdae speaks, studying Yifan like he’s some kind of new experiment filled with different possibilities. Yixing glares because he’s sure Jongdae just wants to see his misery.
“Hey Yifan, do you want to know how you too met each other?”
“WERE YOU THERE?” Yifan widens his eyes. He was almost asleep… Almost asleep…
Jongdae grins “YES! I introduced you too!”
“OH MAN! THANK YOU SO MUCH JONGDAE, YOU ARE REALLY MY BEST FRIEND THANK YOU SO MUCH!”
“No problems, man”
“Hey Yifan…” Luhan starts dubiously. He looks weird, like he’s thinking. Thinking Luhan is a bad Luhan, Yixing knows better than to let Luhan think “Remember that… Bet we started? Before your surgery? So, you lost it. The bet. Now you owe me 300 bucks”
Zitao giggles and Jongdae glares at Luhan “Why didn’t I think about that?”
“Seriously guys, stop that” Yixing adverts “There is no bet, Yifan”
Yifan bites his lip, staring at Yixing in admiration “Say my name again”
Yixing is thankful when the doctor (Dr. Kim) walks in, because he doesn’t think he can let Yifan in the dangerous hands of Jongdae and Luhan, and he is really late for work. Maybe the doctor can put Yifan to sleep again “Hello, how are you feeling Mr. Wu”
“Hey doc, this is my husband. We’re married. We sleep together and all. Isn’t he eyecandy?” Yifan introduces.
The doctor narrows his eyes at the patient and looks at Yixing, who has a pitiful face on.
“He’s been like this since he woke up. Is he going to remember me, doctor?” Yixing feels like crying.
“It’s ok, he’s just a little out of it from the sedatives. He’s going to be fine after a nap. You should let him rest for now” the doctor looks around. “All of you.”
Dr. Kim motions for the four visitors to follow him to the hallway, and a nurse walks into the room, heading towards Yifan’s IV equipment.
“NO, I DON’T NEED REST! XUXIAN!” Yifan freaks out “Where are you taking him?”
“My name is Yixing, Yifan”
“Oh god, I love when you say my name”
Yifan only wakes up again the next day, and the moments that preceded his wake were terrifying. The doctors said there was no brain damage after a scan was completed, and Yixing truly wanted to believe that. It’s just he had this awful nightmare in which Yifan couldn’t remember him and ended up marrying Luhan afterwards.
“Baby?” his husband’s voice brings him back from deviation and Yixing stands up from the companion chair. Yifan smiles groggily. “Hey”
Yixing is in doubt, narrowing his eyes as he approaches the bed. “Wu Yifan?”
Yifan narrows eyes back, “Zhang Yixing?”
Yixing feels like an ocean of relief washes him when Yifan says his full name. He definitely didn’t mention being called Zhang Yixing, and if Yifan knows it’s because he remembers. Yixing is not embarrassed when a tear rolls down his face.
“Oh my God, Yifan!” throwing himself carelessly on top of Yifan, Yixing just lets his emotions out because yesterday was a shitty day and all he wanted was to hug his husband and kiss him.
“Ouch, babe” Yifan chuckles “I’m hurt, be careful”
“I’M SORRY!” Yixing steps away in horror.
“It’s ok. By the way, I had this weird dream… It was really weird, I couldn’t remember you, and then Jongdae said my name was John Doe…” Yifan shakes his head and blinks repeatedly. “It was so crazy”
Yixing laughs. He thinks it’s safe to let Yifan believe it was all a dream now, so he just lowers his bed’s safety bar and lies by his side, positioning Yifan’s head on his shoulder and caressing his hair.
“Hey, do you have 300 bucks? I think I lost a bet to Luhan”
A/N: i hope this is somewhat near of what you had in mind, op. i loved writing this ♥
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Pairing: kris/lay
Genre: comedy (i tried), and romance i think
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2,4k words
Summary: In which Yifan wakes up from surgery and doesn't remember being married to Yixing. Actually he doesn't remember Yixing at all.
A/N: Written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. It's not revised and this is so poorly written and I'm not funny...
what’s your name again?
The room is hella cold. Yixing can barely articulate his fingers and he just knows his ears are going to freeze first. He’s unable to understand what purpose absurdly cold hospital rooms serve. Definitely not the well-being of the infirm. Standing up from his companion chair, Yixing walks towards the bed and tightens the three layers of duvets around his unconscious husband - his poor, beautiful husband. He sighs with the reminder of that being the third time Yifan underwent surgery, but allows himself to smile a bit as he recalls the doctor’s words about that being the last procedure.
Yifan starts moving on the bed, and the machinery attached to his body starts making a few noises. Yifan’s been fidgeting a lot since they brought him back, and it usually doesn’t take this long for him to wake up; Yixing’s waiting for two hours already.
A nurse walks in with silent steps and smiles up at Yixing (she’s sympathetically short), concentrating in taking notes from the machines around Yifan.
“Excuse me?” Yixing says. “Isn't it taking too long for him to wake up?”
The nurse smiles “Don’t worry, sometimes they sleep a little longer because the procedure is very tiring”
“But his surgery was really simple, it lasted two hours tops”
“All his signs are ok, he’s fine” the short woman looks straight into Yixing’s eyes as she speaks, and he suspects it’s some kind of technique to tranquilize companions. He feels oddly easy. “He’ll soon be awake” and with that, she leaves as silently as she came in.
Yixing has to wait twenty more minutes until his husband starts moving around again, Yifan’s large arms threatening to pull one heavy-looking machine from the support. Knowing Yifan’s sleeping martial arts habits, Yixing runs to his side and downs his arm still, caressing fondly as he watches his husband’s eyebrows frown in annoyance.
“Calm down” he says, but Yifan is seemingly adamant on getting his freedom of movement. “It’s ok baby, take it easy”
Yixing thinks he’s trying to speak when Yifan’s face contorts and he gives out this grunt, more like a growl. And then he tries to rise from the bed.
“Yifan, God, just relax man!” Yixing manages to gently pull him back. “You’re going to tug all the machines down, just relax.”
“It’shumfotable” Yifan’s voice is raspy and low when he speaks. “Take yaw zanz off me”
Yixing chuckles lightly before cautiously brushing Yifan’s golden hair backwards. This has always been his favorite, and it works perfectly in quieting him.
As expected, Yifan’s eyebrows unfurrow from the caressing and his grunts become more of satisfied moans. His eyelids slowly flutter open and almost instantly, press shut again. Probably the light in the room.
“Do you want water?” Yixing asks, stretching an arm to get the plastic cup one of the nurses who came in to check on Yifan left on the bedside table.
“Wuf… Water”
“Here” he helps his husband by supporting his head up with a hand and slowly giving him the water. Yifan drinks it quickly. “Feel better now?”
Yifan takes a few more moments to get his eyes used to the brightness in the room, and then settles them on Yixing. He stares for a while.
“Hi”
“Hi back” Yixing smiles. “I wonder if you’d survive a fourth round”
Yifan attempts to chuckle, but it soon turns into a quick cough. “Why are you here?” his tongue is still heavy and his voice sounds a little rough.
“I’ve been here the whole time” Yixing answers. Yifan frowns.
“Why have you been here?” and he seems genuinely curious, and Yixing thinks something’s not right.
“Yifan?” he tries. “Are you okay?”
His husband just stares, and frowns again. His lips are parted, and Yixing can actually see his eyes moving around, inspecting his whole face, and then his eyebrows arch a little when Yifan focuses on Yixing’s collarbones and chest.
“Are you a nurse?” Yifan’s voice is starting to sound normal again, but his eyes are mildly different. “Damn, you’re eyecandy. What’s your name?”
Yixing’s not deaf, and there’s certainly not enough noise in the room for him to possibly not listen to his husband’s words. However, none of the reasons listed stop him from narrowing his eyes at Yifan “Come again?”
The way Yifan looks at him would be flattering if the fact that he’s just asked his own husband’s name didn’t freak Yixing out.
“What’s your name?” the sick asks “You’re so pretty, are you here to help me recover?” he smirks.
“Are you serious? Yifan?” Yixing crosses his arms at his chest. “My name is Yixing!”
Yifan smiles in adoration “Yixing…” he says. “You’ve been here the whole time? It’s a damn shame I wasn’t awake”
He’s got to admit the situation is kind of funny. Yifan is partially sedated, his eyes occasionally slip out of focus and yet, he finds it in himself to actually flirt with Yixing - a person that, in his postoperative mind, he’s never seen before. It’s funny, but not that much.
“Yifan!” Yixing exclaims, because the thought of his husband flirting with someone he doesn’t know is slightly upsetting. Even when the person is him.
“Oh God, I love when you say my name. Say it again. Or you can say over coffee when I’m out of here, what do you say?”
Yixing rolls eyes “I’m your husband”
The reaction is totally unexpected. Yixing never thought Yifan was capable of widening his eyes that much. “YOU’RE WHAT?” he asks a bit too loud, and then starts coughing from the effort.
“Don’t exaggerate!” he worries, trying to make Yifan lie down again, because the revelation of their marriage seems to make him excited and he really wants to sit on the bed.
“Are you really my husband?” he asks “Oh my god, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen… I’m so lucky… When did we get married?”
Right when Yixing is about to answer, the door opens and Jongdae slowly walks in, probably minding to be quiet. “Hey, Zitao asked me to come, he’s trapped in traffic” the man says and Yixing is, again, about to speak when Yifan shouts:
“JONGDAE! HE’S MY HUSBAND! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?” he turns to Yixing looking a little confused. “Wait, have you two met each other? This is Jongdae he was my college roommate…”
“Yifan, Jongdae was your best man. At our wedding” Yixing points out and somehow he feels dejected for having to.
“Oh right… I can’t believe I’m married to someone like you” Yifan smiles brightly and there’s no way Yixing can maintain his scowl. “Did I pay you or something? Because I can’t possibly-”
“Hey guys” the door opens again and Luhan walks in, two supermarket plastic bags in hands. “I brought you snacks”
With the tornado of his forgetful husband passing by, Yixing completely forgot about asking Luhan to buy him some snacks. Luhan approaches carefully, like one step on the wrong place would blow the whole room to smithereens.
“HEY LUHAN, HAVE YOU MET MY HUSBAND?” Yifan shouts again, and this time Yixing looks highly upset. You've got to be kidding me...
“So you know Luhan but you don’t know me. Luhan. My friend. Who you met like three months after you met ME” he accuses and steps away from the bed, letting his body fall onto the companion chair and thank god the thing is padded.
“I’m sorry baby, I just- do we call each other baby? I can’t remember I’m so confused right now…”
“Ok, I think you should eat something, can we get something for him to eat?” Yixing stands up again; his husband is on a hospital bed and it doesn’t matter if he can’t remember having a husband, he needs care.
“I don’t know if this will make him remember you, dude” Jongdae looks amused.
Yixing shakes his head and closes his eyes, because now his head is spinning and he just needs a minute to stop, think and decide if killing himself will be easier than killing everyone around him “That’s not the point, I mean…”
“Hey babe, babe” apparently Yifan doesn’t want Yixing to think, stretching an arm and trying to touch his butt. “Wow that’s an awesome ass you got there, turn around so I can get a proper look…”
“WU YIFAN!”
“You know my real name, this is creepy. Are you sure we’re married? You could be like a stalker who loves me, I don’t know, and suddenly saw an opportunity to…”
Jongdae laughs and Yixing wants to punch him because he sounds so much like a hyena. Rolling his eyes, he’s sure to stare holes into Yifan’s head “Do I look like someone who would pretend to be married to you?”
“This is priceless”
“Shut up Jongdae” Luhan, who’s been quiet so far, voices out.
“Yeah Jongdae shut up” Yifan thinks it’s a good idea to mock Jongdae, but Jongdae doesn’t seem amused.
“You keep quiet, John Doe” he spits.
Almost instantly, Yifan’s face falls. He looks from Yixing to Luhan to Jongdae before asking, “What?”
“I think you had his brain looping real hard” Luhan chuckles.
“I’m Wu Yifan, why are you calling me John Doe?” the way Yifan searches the answer in each of their faces has all Yixing’s anger evanescing.
“Christ…” he sighs and runs a hand through Yifan’s hair, allowing his lips to tug upward when his husband’s eyes close in satisfaction.
Yifan is almost falling asleep when Zitao enters the room, and the bad thing about Zitao walking in is that he’s never quiet about it. “Yixing, I’m so so so so sorry I’m late”
Of course, Yifan opens his eyes again. “HI ZITAO, man you look weird today, what’s wrong with your eyes? HEY HAVE YOU MET XUXIAN? HE’S MY HUSBAND”
Jongdae and Luhan are laughing, and Yixing laughs too, because he’s too tired to be upset.
Zitao stops and frowns “Ok, what… What is going on here?”
“Yifan can’t remember Yixing” Luhan explains.
The younger’s lips stretch in an open-mouthed smile as he approaches the bed. “Shut up! Is that for real?”
“Yeah, I’m lucky like that” Yixing looks at Yifan and Yifan smiles up at him.
“Are you ok, gege?” Zitao asks the sick man on the bed, and Yifan sighs.
“I’m married, Tao” he says like it’s a confession “Can you believe this? I am married to Xuxian! And he’s so gorgeous, look at him! I can’t believe I got myself an ass like that”
Yixing interrupts “Ok, enough about my ass”
“No, no, let him speak” Jongdae speaks, studying Yifan like he’s some kind of new experiment filled with different possibilities. Yixing glares because he’s sure Jongdae just wants to see his misery.
“Hey Yifan, do you want to know how you too met each other?”
“WERE YOU THERE?” Yifan widens his eyes. He was almost asleep… Almost asleep…
Jongdae grins “YES! I introduced you too!”
“OH MAN! THANK YOU SO MUCH JONGDAE, YOU ARE REALLY MY BEST FRIEND THANK YOU SO MUCH!”
“No problems, man”
“Hey Yifan…” Luhan starts dubiously. He looks weird, like he’s thinking. Thinking Luhan is a bad Luhan, Yixing knows better than to let Luhan think “Remember that… Bet we started? Before your surgery? So, you lost it. The bet. Now you owe me 300 bucks”
Zitao giggles and Jongdae glares at Luhan “Why didn’t I think about that?”
“Seriously guys, stop that” Yixing adverts “There is no bet, Yifan”
Yifan bites his lip, staring at Yixing in admiration “Say my name again”
Yixing is thankful when the doctor (Dr. Kim) walks in, because he doesn’t think he can let Yifan in the dangerous hands of Jongdae and Luhan, and he is really late for work. Maybe the doctor can put Yifan to sleep again “Hello, how are you feeling Mr. Wu”
“Hey doc, this is my husband. We’re married. We sleep together and all. Isn’t he eyecandy?” Yifan introduces.
The doctor narrows his eyes at the patient and looks at Yixing, who has a pitiful face on.
“He’s been like this since he woke up. Is he going to remember me, doctor?” Yixing feels like crying.
“It’s ok, he’s just a little out of it from the sedatives. He’s going to be fine after a nap. You should let him rest for now” the doctor looks around. “All of you.”
Dr. Kim motions for the four visitors to follow him to the hallway, and a nurse walks into the room, heading towards Yifan’s IV equipment.
“NO, I DON’T NEED REST! XUXIAN!” Yifan freaks out “Where are you taking him?”
“My name is Yixing, Yifan”
“Oh god, I love when you say my name”
Yifan only wakes up again the next day, and the moments that preceded his wake were terrifying. The doctors said there was no brain damage after a scan was completed, and Yixing truly wanted to believe that. It’s just he had this awful nightmare in which Yifan couldn’t remember him and ended up marrying Luhan afterwards.
“Baby?” his husband’s voice brings him back from deviation and Yixing stands up from the companion chair. Yifan smiles groggily. “Hey”
Yixing is in doubt, narrowing his eyes as he approaches the bed. “Wu Yifan?”
Yifan narrows eyes back, “Zhang Yixing?”
Yixing feels like an ocean of relief washes him when Yifan says his full name. He definitely didn’t mention being called Zhang Yixing, and if Yifan knows it’s because he remembers. Yixing is not embarrassed when a tear rolls down his face.
“Oh my God, Yifan!” throwing himself carelessly on top of Yifan, Yixing just lets his emotions out because yesterday was a shitty day and all he wanted was to hug his husband and kiss him.
“Ouch, babe” Yifan chuckles “I’m hurt, be careful”
“I’M SORRY!” Yixing steps away in horror.
“It’s ok. By the way, I had this weird dream… It was really weird, I couldn’t remember you, and then Jongdae said my name was John Doe…” Yifan shakes his head and blinks repeatedly. “It was so crazy”
Yixing laughs. He thinks it’s safe to let Yifan believe it was all a dream now, so he just lowers his bed’s safety bar and lies by his side, positioning Yifan’s head on his shoulder and caressing his hair.
“Hey, do you have 300 bucks? I think I lost a bet to Luhan”
A/N: i hope this is somewhat near of what you had in mind, op. i loved writing this ♥
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