Title: Girly → Manly
Words Count: 2797+
Genres: Awkward fluff, Romance
Pairing: Lay and Kris
Rating: PG13+
Warning: A very sulky Yixing (?)
Summary: " Yixing hates it when someone thinks he is a cutie, or girly. He has to show the world that he, Zhang Yixing, is 100% manly."

A/N: OMEGOOSHHH, I thought I would never write again. Yes I shall update my other fics but I can't do it yet due some problems here and there. This fanfic had been written using my phone and un-betaed so sorry for any misspellings, typos, and grammars errors. Anyway, what's with the sudden lack of fanxing fics lately? ;-; my kokoro is sad.

my other kray fics: A jerk in my room (ongoing) | The Counjuring | The jealous Kris

     Yixing's dimpled smile fallen when his friend, Luhan, saying something to him.
"What did you just say?" He asked, voice stern.
"I said your smile is so cute and girly."
He couldn't help but frown at that, with a light smack on the taller's head he told him to shut up. "I am not girly! Stop calling me that! oh god."
"Ouch! You don't have to hit me! It's true though, the first time I met you I think you are so-"
"Enough with this . I am going home first."
Yixing stood up, throwing his bag over his shoulder and went to the door, leaving his confused friend alone.

     He went to his shared apartment, all sulky and moody. His lips pulled into a tight pout and fingers gripping onto his bag as tightly as he could. After he got into his empty room he threw his bag to the bed, staring at his reflection on the slightly big mirror near the door.
" I am not girly." He grumbled, feeling hard muscles under his long sleeves shirt. "There's no way I am girly when I have these muscles on me."

    He looked around his room. Sure, he had those unicorn plushies with him but it didn't mean that he was girly. He just loved unicorns and that was it. And purple wall also couldn't be called as girly, could it?

     He didn't know when he fell asleep but he woke up to a gentle hand his hair. He opened his eyes, a sleepy smile formed on his face when he realized who it was.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?"
"Mmhh welcome back ge." He yawned softly as he rubs his sleepiness away. A peck on his forehead and that was all it took for him to pull the other down to lay beside him.

     He could hear the other chuckle. "Xing, I have to change my clothes first." Though, larger fingers made its way to run circles on his back.
Yixing whined, lips pressed hard on the even harder chest right in front of him.
"I had a bad day ge, I need tight and warm hugs."
A gentle fingers running through his hair, "What happened hm?"
"It's Luhan ge." He looked up to stare at the taller who was staring down at him. "He said something about me and I didn't like it."
"What did he say about you?"
Zhang Yixing grumbled, bottom lip sticked out as his brows knitted together.
"He said I was-"

      He was just about to tell the reason when he caught Kris said something under his breath, along with a soft chuckle. But anything that Kris just said was not something that Yixing wanted to hear.
"What did you just say?" He frowned.
A chuckle, "I said you look so cute when you pouted and knitted your eyebrows like that."
Yixing swore he could feel Kris about to lean in and pecked his lips when he pushed the latter off, glaring hard at the now taken aback guy.
"What's wrong babe?"

     The question left hanging when Yixing got up and found his way out of the door, moving to the guest room in their shared apartment and locked himself.
'Why does everyone keep calling me cute?! Even kris hyung... but...but did he really mean it though?'

     Sure, Kris hyung had been calling Yixing cute ever since they got together but somehow Luhan's words kept haunting him. It was as if whenever someone called him cute, at the same time he called him girly too.

Which Yixing disapproved.
Started from few months ago, Yixing hated it when someone thought he was a cutie, especially girly. He had to show the world that he, Zhang Yixing, was 100% manly.

       A purple shirt changed to a black one, baggy jeans changed to a tight long jeans, a unicorn bag changed to a plain bag Kris used to use when he was still in university. The once slightly messy hair being pulled back in one place, a black earing placed on his left ear.

     Yixing looked so handsome, and manly. Thinking about it making a proud grin creeping up to his face. No more cute Yixing, no more girly Yixing. Heck, even Yixing sure some people would think he looked manlier than Kris ge. Ehe.

     Speaking of the devil, the taller guy came out of the bedroom. All in suit and Yixing would surely make heart shapes into his eyes if he didn't remember he was sulking at the moment.

     At first Yixing felt proud of himself when Kris's eyes darting from his head down to his toes. He thought Kris liked his new appearance. But an arch on his eyebrows made him felt like indeed Kris was thinking about something else.
"Are you going to have an interview or something?" He asked.
Yixing tried really hard not to pout.
"No."
"Then why are you dressing like that?" Kris walked closer to place a morning peck on his lips, "You aren't going to have a date with someone else than me, are you?"
The black haired man couldn't help but snorted, "Of course not, oh my god. Don't you trust me?" And this time he failed to hide his pout.

Seeing his pout, Kris's usual self came back and he showered the younger with so many pecks. "Then what's with the sudden change of fashion hm?"

     Yixing wrapped his arms around Kris, puffing some air out of his mouth caushing some of his fallen bangs threw aside. "I want to change people's opinion of me." He said.
"What kind of opinion, babe?"
"Um, I want to make people stop calling me a cute and girly guy. I want them to see me as a manly man, like you!"

Kris hummed, but he didn't say anything in return and just hugged the smaller body into his arms.

     So Yixing's way of changing people's view about him started. He didn't pout in public, he tried to walk straight without having any skipping or bouncing steps. He had always making sure his hair in its place. He didn't use his lip balm wich made he had a dry lips all day. He tried to make his voice as calm as possible, without enthusiasm.

He thought everything worked till a certain deer came into his view, eyes squinting.
"What's with you?"
"What's with me?"
"Don't ask me back!" Luhan rolled his eyes, "Are you moody or something? You look so dead and lifeless today."

If Yixing wasn't in his 'look-peeps-i-am-a-manly-guy' he would surely gasp at this, but since he was so he didn't.

"What do you mean, ge?"
"I mean. You are so weird today." He said. "What's with that attitude? What's with that hair? Oh my god Xing, did you put some gels on your hair?"
"I did." Yixing said, toneless. He tried to tide the books on his table with a 'so called' manly posture -in which Yixing seen in Kris whenever the older was working on his shared room.-
He could swear Luhan's eyes slightly widen. A small 'o' formed, "Who are you and what are you doing to my beloved cutie careless oblivious Yixing?"

" I am not cute, excuse you." Yixing's lips itched not to pout. He tried, he tried really hard.
"Oh my god, Zhang Yixing." Luhan gasped. "Are you trying to change your image or are you trying to copy Wufan?"
Yixing groaned "Why would I copy him?"
"Because your style IS his style, duh."

     Yixing wondered if it was true, was he really dressing like Kris? Maybe because in his mind Kris Wufan was the best image for a handsome and a manly man, which he hoped he could be like that.

So minutes became hours, hours became days, days became weeks, and it had been exactly a month after Yixing changed his image.

He thought, he really thought he had succeeded, that no more people would think he was cute.

     But one day when he had a reunion with his old friends he couldn't help but felt sad when most of the people there ruffling his hair, pinching his cheeks, and called him 'cute'. And then he realized that nothing changed, even with the more gels he put on his hair and no make ups people kept calling him cute. And not manly.

Later that night he came into his shared apartment with a heavy alcohol mixed with his breath. His eyes were droopy.

He closed the door and stumbled on his own toes. The light had been which meant his beloved hyung had came back from his work.

"Hyuuuuuuuungggg." Yixing slurred, trying hard to get up to his feet.

"Hyuuuuung I missed youuu where arrrrey ouuu?"

He stumbled on his feet again, but this time instead met a cold hard floor he met a hard but comfy chest, arms reaching to prevent him from falling more.

"Yixing? Did you drink? I thought you didn't drink." Kris's voice sounded so far away, but he believed his face no more than few centimetres above the tip of his head.

" yeesss hyuuung because I havvvvve too."

Yixing clung to his boyfriend's shirt like a koala.
"Why?"

     Maybe all thanks to his drunk state he didn't even realize he was crying, or we could say, sobbing. For a moment Kris taken aback to the sudden outburst, he slightly pulled himself away to lift Yixing's head so his eyes met his.
"Babe, why are you crying?"
"b because it's useless h hyung…" he sobbed.
"What is it?"

Yixing's lips trembled and it was all for him to take him to his previous self, his old self, his 'real' self.

      He pouted, squinting his eyes as he explained everything to Kris along with his whinings. He told Kris that he tried very hard to change people's image about him, but it was useless. People would never think he was a manly, handsome guy.

     Thirty minutes later he found himself cuddling with his boyfriend on the couch, long fingers his slightly damp locks, nose pressed on the taller's jaw. Everything was so silent and Yixing believed Kris was giving times him times to calm down.

And when he finally did then Kris asked, in a soft voice. 
"Babe, do you mind if I ask you something?"
"Mmmh? What is it, ge?"

     Yixing had shifted from using Korean to using Chinese. Which mean Yixing wasn't as drunk as he was before. There was a gentle circles on his back before the latter asked,
"Why do you really want to change your image? Why do you hate it when people call you cute?"
'Because as most as I remember I have been calling you cute for years and you did never have a problem with it.' Kris thought.

     They were silent for a full minute before Yixing spoke up, eyes looking up at Kris through his lashes. "If… if I tell you, promise me you won't judge me or anything?"

Kris hand found its way to caress his lover's cheek. "I promise."
 
Yixing shifted, his back met Kris's chest and he found playing with his own fingers became interesting. 
"U um, so actually I found this article in internet right few months ago. Two or three I am not quiet sure." He mumbled. "It's about the result of a survey, wasn't around Korea. But it was an overseas survey, Chinese and Canada included. it said…"

     Yixing closed his mouth for some seconds but he knew Kris was waiting so he continued. "It said the survey resulted that from 100% people in the world 85% people prefer a calm and mature guy, 15% prefer the cute bubbly guy." Yixing paused. "And I found this article said most of guys in….in 'this country' hated a bubbly and cute guys because they found it weird."

Kris raised an eyebrow, wondering what was 'this country's revered to.
"And..And since I heard aside from China you had ever lived in this country so I thought you are also one of them. So I tried to change my…. My image."

'Ah, so this country must be Canada.' Kris thought

 "Despite I realized you used to call me cute and you didn't seem like you have any problem with it I don't want people you know in Ca- I mean, that country judging you and think you are weird because you are with this so called guy that often to be called girly and cute by other people."

      Yixing played with his fingers nervously when Kris said nothing behind him. At first he was worried if he said something wrong, he turned his head to find his lover staring at him expressionless.
"U- uh Kris ge I am sorry! If it's true then I will, I will will will double will triple will really working hard to change my image. So people will think I am no longer a girly guy! I am sure if I try hard I will leave my current image away so I can be like you!" He sputtered.
"Why do you want to be like me?"
Yixing blinked, "Because your friends, and mine, told me you are the real image of manly and ca-"
"Why do you even care about it?" Kris interrupted.
"Eh?"

Kris let out a sigh before reaching out to cup the small head between his hands, droopy red eyes staring into his orbs in curious.
"Who are you?"
"Eh? What are-"
"I asked who are you?" Kris asked again.
"U um, Zhang Yixing."
"Are you Wu Yifan?"
"N no?"
"Are you not the 'real' Zhang Yixing?"

Yixing blinked, "What do you mean? Of course I-"
"Can you tell me who is the name of my lover?" Kris interrupted again for the nth time.
"Eh? Uh um Zhang Yixing…?"
"Can you tell me who I fell in love with few years ago in university?"
"Uh…Zhang Yixing?" Yixing could feel himself blushed, but somehow he couldn't take his eyes off his taller boyfriend.
"Can you tell me the name of a guy I am in love with, who I kiss everyday, who I love to make love with him whenever we have a day off the next day? The one who used to call me 'Kris ge' with a happy, cute accented voice?"
Yixing's fingers curled into Kris's shirt. "Um Zhang Yixing?"

"Yes, and now can you tell me the name of a bubbly, cute, slightly girly guy I fell in love with few years ago even till now? The one I used to call cute while I kissed his lips passionately?"
Yixing shuddered at this, "Z Zhang Yixing...?"

     Finally Kris smiled, a small smile but Yixing could feel it was his 'real' smile. "Very good, his name is Zhang Yixing. The CUTE guy I AM in love with. Not a manly stern looking guy who looks like me, but a cute, bubbly, funny and girly one….like you." Kris's thumbs traced Yixing's cheekbones.
Yixing was speechless, "G ge…."
"So, don't ever dare to change yourself. Or be someone those people wanted, just be yourself, just be a Zhang Yixing I fell in love with. Heck, I don't even care what other people might think. You're cute, and that's it. And I love the cute you. So, don't worry about a single thing, you got me?"

     Yixing's body became limp, he thought he was dreaming but the warm fingers on his cheeks were too real to be a dream.
"M mh, I got you ge." He looked down, feeling so stupid about himself. "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to feel sorry, silly."
"B but!" Yixing hid his nose and red face on the crook of Kris's neck. He was about to say something but it changed into a very unmanly yelp when he felt a warm breath met his sensitive spot on his neck.
"Ge!" He whined, pulling away to glare up at his lover, lips turned into a big pout.

     "Good." Kris stared into his pout with an undefined smile, before he leaned his head to envelope the pout into the warmth of his mouth, in a deep, passionate kiss. "Very good."

     Zhang Yixing's arms found its way to Kris's neck as he let out a small whine and gasps whenever Kris doing something to the inside of his mouth, or to his tongue.
"This is the Zhang Yixing I know. The cute and adorable Zhang Yixing…." Kris said that right after he pulled away, looking down to the blushing mess of Zhang Yixing, red swollen lips slightly parted and half lidded eyes.
Few seconds later though, one of the corner of Kris's lips raised into an obvious and teasing smirk. "…in which so perfect to be a bottom for me. A bottom material indeed."
Yixing groaned, "Kris ge!!"

What I was even thinking....