yixing drabble 01.
prompt: “It’s about to rain, get inside.”
you could admit, maybe to yourself in your head where no one could hear, that it was your fault. it may have been possible that pointing out his dark circles and sluggish movements five times in a timespan of twenty minutes was slightly unnecessary, and snapping at him when he dismissed it as usual even more unneeded. the increase in your voice’s volume and dramatic hand movements had only intensified the problem, yixing’s patient and still position making it even worse. it was always his unresponsiveness that made it worse. it made you feel as though you were getting angry for no reason, which was not true.
sure, it might have been your fault that the pair of you had your third fight this week (it was only tuesday), but your intentions were clear and pure. you didn’t think it was unnecessary, you were just worried about him. he had finally got a week without any schedules planned and you had finally been able to sleep beside him, where you could watch and take care of him as much as you wanted. it was this attentiveness that got you realising just how hard he was pushing himself.
he hadn’t been complaining of any pain, but you could tell his waist injury was getting to him more and more. on his first night back, he had arrived in your shared apartment in seuol at eleven pm and had practically stumbled on to the bed. without another word, you were massaging his waist the way his physiotherapist had told you, his sleepy groans of gratitude the only conversation you had had that night. you had been massaging him every night since saturday without him asking; he even had the audacity to refuse last night which was probably why you were feeling extra upset this morning about the situation. he was constantly dismissing his pains and never complained once. you were so worried how long it would be before he completely ruined himself.
sniffing once, you caught the tears in your eyes and wrapped your arms around your knees, shuddering against the cold. after shouting for about fifteen minutes about his health, his mentality, his admirable but dangerous work ethic he had printed into his mind and his management that didn’t look after him enough, and finally getting him to shout back, you had stormed out into the small balcony the apartment had and plonked yourself onto the chair. you weren’t sure just how long you’d be out, but you were petty so you knew it could be hours. you were angry because you didn’t want to baby him, he was a grown man that knew what he was doing, nor did you underestimate his abilities and strengths, you just wished it wouldn’t take such a toll on him.
“it’s about to rain, get inside.”
snapping your head to the door, you pursed your lips and blinked quickly, willing the tears to stop but he had already seen them. his expression was one of complete and utter calm and patience, but you could see the change in his eyes at the sight of your cheeks glistening. as if on cue, the clouds above you rumbled once and the rain started to fall on you, slow and steady. getting to your feet you took his outstretched hand and closed the door behind you, the warmth of your apartment soothing you.
you weren’t sure how to act so you followed him into the lounge area and sat beside him on the couch, lips pulled to the side and fingers playing with your sleeves. you didn’t argue often, it was extremely rare. so when you did, it wasn’t good. you heard him sigh, head in his hands and shoulders hunched. you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out a hand and rubbing it along his shoulder blades through his t-shirt.
“yixing, i am sorry,” you mumbled, getting a tut out of him in response.
“baobei, you don’t need to be,” he breathes out, lifting his head and pulling you against him, legs on either side of his waist.
your eyes are still wet with tears so you bury your head in the crook of his neck, his hand running up and down your back. “i’m just worried about you, thats all. you’re tired, you don’t have to tell me for me to know yixing.”
his hand reaches your waist and you feel him squeeze it once, lips pressing against your ear before lifting your head with your chin.
“please stop crying, i hate to see you cry,” he speaks softly, kissing your cheeks and your lips slowly, with your head in your hands. “now you need to listen to me. i appreciate you’re worried about me, baobei i would be in ruins if you didn’t worry, who else would remind me to drink as much water as i should?” he chuckles quietly, your own lips curving upwards in a small smile. his brows were furrowed together though, his thumb wiping your cheeks as the tears finally stop.
“i appreciate you’re worried, but i’m okay. i promise you i’m okay–– no, just listen. it gets tough, i get tired, but its what i do. i have a responsibility, i have people depending on me and i don’t let people down.”
you cup his cheeks in your hands now, nose touching his. again, his work ethic is one you’d never seen before in your life, it was one that amazed you beyond your wits. no matter how hard it was, yixing never backed down. he was constantly wanting to achieve more and give what people wanted.
“i know the limits, i know what i can do and i know i have you if one day something happens,” his voice grew more and more soft, a look of content taking over his features as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“i am always here and i admire you so much, but i won’t ever not tell you to go to bed early. not ever,” you mumble with a pout, a laugh escaping him. “i want you to be healthy, all i want is for you to take care of yourself as well. i’m not asking for much.”
“alright,” he clasps your hands in his large ones, “if i don’t mention any pain or tiredness for the rest of the week, will you be satisfied and not worry when schedules start again?”
“no, don’t even try it. since when do you ever mention any of that?” you shove him lightly, another laugh leaving him as he pulls you closer. “alright, no dancing this entire week, i massage you every morning and night and you listen to me, then i will be satisfied.”
“and no worrying?”
“i’m always worrying.”
he groans childishly, as if unable to win a game and you roll your eyes, peppering his face with kisses. “my baobei, i love you so much,” you say barely over a whisper against his lips, a smile on your face.
“i love you too.”