◇◆Yixing oneshot◆◇

The sun was blinding your eyes as you walked back home from school. It was one of those days where being the Student Council President had its down turns. Teachers had been asking for you every time you managed to free yourself from another teacher’s grasp, asking for your help in the organisation for the end of year assembly. You didn’t even have time to eat your lunch. With a weary sigh, you continued to trudge home, pulling the straps of your backpack higher onto your shoulders.

You weren’t paying attention to where you were going and very nearly walked into a pole if you hadn’t tripped over a crack in the pavement and landed clumsily, barely catching yourself with your hands. Gritting your teeth, you slowly turned your hand over not wanting to see the grazes that you knew were there. Your knees were beginning to bleed and you winced as the wind blew against it, stinging the wound. Another sigh left your lips and you stood up, grit your teeth and forged on home with your bleeding injuries.

As you limped along the footpath nearing your home, you stumbled a little and almost fell over again. Except this time, you felt a pair of strong arms catch you. The person who had caught you, righted you on your feet, keeping a hold on your shoulders to make sure you were steady and wouldn’t fall over again. “You okay?” They asked you.

All this time you had kept your eyes lowered. You were feeling more than embarrassed to be seen falling over already with bleeding injuries. Now, you looked up to see who your saviour was and saw that it was Yixing. He was smiling, the dimples clearly visible on his cheeks, and scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine now. Thanks,” you said, gingerly fixing your skirt.

“Ah, that’s good,” he nodded and looked around, not meeting your eyes.

It hadn’t been long since you had met Yixing. He was the Chinese transfer student who everyone was hyped up about, and rumours had it that he was a dancing machine despite his shy personality though some would dispute that he wasn’t shy at all but an extremely talkative person. You didn’t care much for rumours, what with being the Student President, though you understood now why all the girls kept whispering behind their hands about how hot the new kid was whenever Yixing walked past. You blew against your hands as you thought, cooling the stinging grazes while keeping an eye on him. He was chewing on his bottom lip cutely and you couldn’t help but smile a little. This so-called hot guy that every girl drooled over was acting this cutely in front of you.

“I should head home now,” you said quietly and he chuckled. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Your injuries need treating.”

“Oh duh, Mr.Obvious.”

“I’ll take you home,” he decided, and with a hand hovering behind your back, the two of you proceeded to your home.

***

You examined the bandages again, admiring how well they were done. “Wow, you’re great at this! You bandaged my hand so fast and so nicely. I couldn’t have done better myself,” you said, turning to face him. Yixing’s cheeks pinked and you laughed heartily.

“Thanks, it’s no problem really.” His dimpled smile made you smile as well and you wondered why you hadn’t spoken to him before. Yixing was certainly a lot more interesting when he spoke, and he definitely spoke as much as the rumours that floated around about him.

He stretched, pulling his arms upwards before standing up. “Well, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked, unrolling his sleeves and pulling on his school blazer. He had taken it off before to help clean your injuries, dabbing lightly at your knees and stopping every time you hissed even though you had urged him to hurry up and get it over and done with. Now as he was pulling it back on, you couldn’t help but admire his arms that had caught you so easily before. “Um, hello?” he waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Ah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” you stood up as well and led him to the door. He picked up his backpack, waved goodbye and left. You were smiling the entire time, having forgotten about your day’s troubles and more than glad your parents were working late today. At least you could avoid their questions of a boy coming over to your house. You cleaned up the bandages, putting them away in the bathroom and made yourself a small dinner of ramen. “Meh, ramen is delicious anyways,” you muttered as you chewed the noodles.

***

It was the day of the End of Year Assembly, your last day before school ended for the Christmas and New Year holidays. You paced back and forth at the side of the stage, your palm cards ready as the Chairperson of the assembly. You had known you would be doing speeches in front of massive audiences, standing on the stage as you announced others, but it was still as nerve-wracking as if you weren’t the Student Council President. Your stomach had twisted into knots as you continued to psyche yourself out with nervousness and your legs shook violently despite your efforts of trying to calm down.

Someone had come up behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist. “Wha-“ you said, before your mouth was covered and you were turned around. Yixing stood there with a grin and a hand still on your mouth. You blinked in confusion and you furrowed your brows, pulling at his hand. He made a sign, saying “Shh,” then took his hand away and instead took your hand in his, lightly so to not hurt your already injured hands but strong enough so that you couldn’t escape, leading you away from the stage.

“Ah, wait-“ you whispered, trying to pull your hand out of his grip. There was only 10 minutes before you had to go on stage and begin the assembly, and Yixing was taking somewhere you didn’t have time for. “There’s only 10 minutes left,” you told him quickly. And since when did I become so close to him? It was only yesterday that I really talked to him for the first time, you thought.

“Don’t worry, this will be quick,” he said and pulled you into the costume room. He let go of your hands, and you crossed your arms so that he couldn’t try to grab them again, as he looked out into the empty corridor for any signs of people. You tapped a foot impatiently, checking the watch on your wrist. 5 minutes to go and you were more nervous than ever.

Yixing came back over and stood in front of you with that dimpled smile of his that literally brightened the room up a notch. “So? Why did you bring me here?” You asked peevishly. You should be practising your opening speech right now.

“Ah, sorry sorry. Haha, I just wanted to… wish you good luck for today,” he said, scratching his head. The pause however, made you more suspicious and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Sure,” you said, dragging out the ‘e’. “What else?”

He leaned towards your face and placed a chaste kiss on your lips quickly before moving away again and blushing. Your eyes had widened, your mouth open in shock as you tried to process what exactly had just happened. “Did you… did we… just?” you pointed at him and then yourself in confusion before it dawned on you that, yes, Yixing the hot, new, Chinese transfer student just kissed you. “YAH!” you shouted and stabbed a finger at his chest, “Don’t think I’m easy because I let you into my house yesterday!”

Yixing’s mouth gaped and then closed before he began to laugh. You huff and push past him, stalking your way back to the side of the stage, straightening your uniform as you went. Your lips were feeling tingly and you realised that it was your first kiss. “Aish, that guy better not be a jerk or else I’m so going to bash his head in for that,” you fumed, waiting for the call to signal you on stage.

The rest of the assembly went by rapidly and you finished it with a bow and a loud applause from the audience as you left the stage. Your nerves and your heart were calming down and you went back to class, taking a drink from the school bubblers before sitting down with a sigh at your desk.  You shuffled the palm cards into order and put them into your bag, then crossed your arms and laid your head on top. Being a Chairperson for the entire school body was more tiring than everything else you had done, and now you were glad it was over and more than ready to get into the holiday mood.

A hand tapped your desk and you looked up wearily, wondering who dared to disturb your rest. You almost rolled your eyes when you saw that it was Yixing who had pulled up a chair beside your desk. “What?” you mumbled, putting your head back down.

You could hear the whispers begin as girls and boys alike wondered what the transfer student was doing sitting beside you and bothering you. Usually, people only approached you if they had problems with the school or had an errand for you to do. Your friends were in another class and you did feel a little lonely without them. Now, the new kid was bothering you, so you scrunched up your nose in displeasure, sat up slowly and stretched like a cat, yawning a little.

“What do you want now? Wait,” you held up a hand, “Don’t tell me. Let me guess, ‘Are you angry at me?’” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Yixing chuckled and shook his head. “No actually. You’re wrong.”

“Then, what?”

“Can I get your number?”

“Really? My number? Whatever is it for?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“I didn’t ask you before and it’s for the holidays.”

You frowned a little, but took out your phone anyways, exchanging phone numbers with him. You studied his expression as he entered your number into his phone – he was smiling a little and seemed too happy about receiving your number. He’s a weird one, you thought, nodding to yourself.

***

You received the first call from him the next day while you were in the middle of doing your holiday homework. “Yoboseyo?”

“Hey. Are you busy right now?”

“Yixing. Is that you?”

“Yeah. Are you busy?”

“Um, yes I am actually.”

“Just come outside,” he said and with that, he hung up. You were a bit baffled at his abrupt behaviour but put down your pen to investigate. You hurried dressed into some nicer clothes as your teddy bear patterned PJs weren’t for others to see. You hurried outside while patting down your hair and saw Yixing standing outside with a bouquet of flowers. Warily, you approached him and he held out the flowers to you. You took them hesitantly by felt slightly happy receiving flowers from a boy. Normally, your friends would give you flowers on your birthday but even then, that was rare.

He shuffled his feet before asking, “Will you meet me on Christmas?”

“Hmm?” You looked up from the flowers, “Christmas? When and where?”

“So… you’ll meet me?”

You nodded and he seemed to let out a breath. “Why though?”

“Well, I want to tell you something.”

“Why not tell me now?” From the way he was acting, you could already tell that he had something planned, and more likely than not, it could be a confession. Your cheeks tinged pink when you thought of it and you quickly ducked your head, pretending to sniff the flowers.

“Um, it’s a secret. Just meet me at the café near the large Christmas tree the city council is putting up at 7pm. I’ll see you then.” He waved and left hastily. You could see his ears were pink and you were sure now, that he would be confessing. But you’ve only talked to him for three days as of now; you barely knew who he was.

***

The weather had finally taken a turn with snow beginning to settle on the ground, turning the whole city white. The cold wind bit at your nose as you made your way to the café, your heart drumming in your ears. Over the past few days, Yixing had turned up at your doorstep and asked you to go with him. He had taken you to the park on the sunnier days, the ski rink as the weather became colder, even to the dance studio he went to practice at aweing you with his moves.

The two of you would talk more than anything else, him making lame jokes that you laughed at anyway, gossiping about the other students in your year and the teachers you liked and disliked, your favourite hobbies and other odd information until you knew all about each other as if you had been friends since babies.

Bits of snow stuck in your hair as you walked to the café. You tugged your scarf higher, covering up to your cheeks and rubbed your hands together, trying to keep warm. It hadn’t been as cold out when you left but the sky had darkened, and with no sun around, it was freezing cold.  As soon as you spotted the sparkling, lit up Christmas tree, you sped up and hurried inside the store, welcoming the warmth.

You peered over the booths, wondering if he was already there and you spotted his hair in the far corner, by the window. Stealthily, you sneaked up behind him and then shouted, “Boo,” loudly behind him. You nearly fell over laughing when you saw how high he jumped, and muttered a “Sorry” before he could get angry. He pouted then pushed a cup towards you. The smell of hot chocolate wafted upwards and you took a sip of the hot drink. It warmed you, and you held it between your hands before looking up at him. “So… hey.”

“Hey you too.”

“What did you want to tell me that I had to wait for?” You asked, cutting straight to the point. You had become a lot closer to him and all your theories about today were making you a little edgy. What if I thought wrong? What if I’m being too imaginative? What if he isn’t actually going to ask what I think he is going to ask? What if… Gah, shut up!

Yixing took hold of one of your hands and played with your fingers. You had specially painted your nails the night before, wanting to look your best for this meeting.  You just hoped it was worth it. He took a deep breath before saying, “This may seem a little strange, but I’ve… liked you for a while now.”

“Oh duh, Mr.Obvious,” you giggled, repeating the same words you had said to him the first time you met after having fallen over.

“Well, if I’m that obvious… I’ll just –“ you shushed him with a finger, and leaned forward, pressing you lips to his.

“You could have been quicker about it though,” you breathed, and beamed. You weren’t wrong after all.

So, hi! ^^ Did you like the first oneshot? This is so long though. I totally at writing oneshots tbh. Haha. Ayee~ Also because I don't know much about him... lol. Well, I hope it was a sweet story for you to begi  the Christ, as season... Ho ho ho! 

Wait for tomorrow's oneshot! And comment your thoughts too♡ I love reading them~ and any paryicular story you might want to see too! ㅋㅋㅋ♡♡