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Itās hard to espresso my feelings for you.wishing you a latte love for the holidays
Jongdaeās new favorite person to be with works in the neat little cafe he found quite by accident.
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Jongdaeās new favorite place to be is a neat little cafe he found quite by accident. Whenever he has timeāeven when he doesnāt, but he makes timeāhe visits Universe and orders something new. Everything tastes good. Not mind blowing or life changing, but good.
If heās honest, the barista with a bit of an accent is the real reason he keeps going back.
Yixing is a little bit taller than him, very handsome, and exudes a kind patience that Jongdae can only compare to that of a beloved grandparent. Heās just sweet.
And super cute.
Those dimples, man.
Plus, heās a musician. Jongdaeās weak for musical men. Maybe heās self-projecting a little, but it just adds to Yixingās charm.
Revealing his identity as an idol changes nothing. Rather than shock or squealing glee, Yixing simply accepts it. The knowledge is just a pebble in the water, and the ripples smooth over. Jongdae jokes about it.
āIām almost hurt you didnāt recognize me sooner.ā
āYou might not have kept coming back, if I had,ā Yixing reasons. āI wouldnāt want to scare you away.ā
Heās allowed to stay after closing one night, and that seems to be a sort of tipping point. After solid weeks on the roadāor in a plane, as the case may beāJongdae has a bit of a break in that heās scheduled around Korea rather than all of southeast Asia. He can stop at Universe for a drink and chat with Yixing after closing time.
Itās just coincidence that itās around the holidays now. Everything is framed in lights and dripping with ornaments and bracing for forecasted snow. Universe has green and red lights around its front windows, and the inside is all green garland and soft white fairy lights.
Jongdae suspects a little bit of schedule finagling, because heās not all that late yet the cafe is noticeably dark. Itās unusual.
Peering inside, he knocks gently, and Yixing appears within moments to let him in and flip the sign to CLOSED. For good measure, he also locks the door, and Jongdae grins.
āI always get a little worried when you do that. Afraid Iāll run?ā
āNo.ā Yixing answers honestly. His smile warms Jongdae more than any hot drink. āJust to keep others out. I enjoy our time alone together.ā
Jongdae drapes his jacket and scarf over the rungs of a chair flipped on top of a small table. He takes some time to admire the decor; whoever put it together did a very nice job. Itās not extravagant or opulent and suits the cafeās mood.
Itās not easy to match holiday decorations with a space theme. He kind of wishes theyād tried a little harder in that aspect.
Yixing is behind the counter, stirring two mugs simultaneously. Jongdae leans on his elbows after pushing up the sleeves of his sweater. āAre you going home for the holidays?ā
āNot this year. Iād like to, but itās just not practical now. We talk pretty much every day; Iām happy just to talk with them.ā He gestures with a mug, and Jongdae follows him onto the little raised area of the cafe, where a sofa flanked by lamps faces a piano. āWhat about you? Your fansite says youāre still busy.ā
The hot chocolate has a marshmallow snowman on its back, slowly melting into sweet foam. āI donāt know if Iāll ever not be busy, but itās local, at least. I still get to sleep in my own bed.ā When he finds the time to sleep, anyway. āBut Iāll get to be with my parents for a while. My brother and his family will join us..ā he shrugs, āsometime. Weāre not sure when, yet.ā
āThat will be nice.ā Yixing takes a seat at the piano. It must be habit; he never sits anywhere but the piano bench in the admittedly brief time Jongdaeās known him. He sips his chocolate and plays something familiar one-handed. It evolves to a full piece once he uses both hands, and Jongdaeās more than content to be the sole audience.
Battery-operated candles in frosted glass barely light up Yixingās face, but Jongdae knows his eyes are probably closed. He admitted, once, that he didnāt learn to read sheet music for a long time, so heās used to feeling what he plays rather than reading it.
Unfortunately, thereās only so much time to enjoy the performance and company. Jongdae a cooling bit of marshmallow from his lip. āYou said you had something for me? Iām sorry; I didnāt get you anything.ā
āItās no problem. I did this on my own, without expectation of anything but being allowed to share it with you.ā Without introduction or preamble, he readjusts his posture and launches into a song Jongdae doesnāt know. It has the melancholic, hopeful tone that fits a lot of holiday music, but Jongdae has a feeling it wasnāt written with any particular season in mind.
The last notes peter out but donāt stop; Yixing continues playing softly. āDo you like it?ā
āYes. What is it? I donāt recognize it.ā
āYou shouldnāt. I wrote it.ā Heās quiet for a few notes before adding,ā For you.ā
Thankfully, the lights are dim, because Jongdaeās cheeks burn hot, and he knows itās not from his lukewarm chocolate. āYou wrote it for me? Like, to sing, or?ā
Yixing shrugs. āWhatever youād like. Itās yours. I made it up while thinking about you.ā
Heās got a way of not mincing words. Nothing is sugar coated. Double-entendre and innuendo go over his head most of the time.
Jongdae plays with the small weight in his pocket. He may have kinda lied when he said he didnāt have anything for the musical barista. Itās nothing store-bought, but itās something he feels Yixing will appreciate more.
āI actually do have something for you. Iāve been carrying it around for a little while, now, but consider it a Christmas presentāā He presents the USB drive. āSome of my unreleased songs. Theyāre very rough; I donāt usually share them until I think Iāve got something worthwhile, but I thought you might enjoy them or be able to make something out of them. Some are just me singing stuff I made up.ā
Pulling his legs up, Yixing spins around the bench to face Jongdae fully. āAre you sure?ā
Shrugging and nodding, Jongdae holds his breathā
āand sighs.
āI trust you, so yeah.ā
Yixing moves to sit beside him on the sofa, taking the USB drive as though accepting national secrets rather. Itās not that deep, but Yixing closes his hands over Jongdaeās.
āThank you. Iāll listen to them carefully.ā
Jongdae canāt look at his honest, honestly handsome face without feeling giggle bubbling up his throat, so he looks away. The cafe ceiling is one large mural of space, but thereās something hanging overhead heās not noticed before.
āWhatās that?ā
He can breathe normally again when Yixing looks up. He, too, frowns in confusion.
āI donāt knowā¦ā Standing, he reaches for the suspended object. His sweater rides up a little bit, which Jongdae definitely doesnāt notice. āItās a plant?ā Yixing unties the ribbon holding the plant to its string and sits again, cradling it in his hand.
The bundle of leaves and white berries fits in his palm, shedding little shards of glitter it had been rolled in. Thereās no fragrance, although the leaves feel real when Jongdae touches them. It does look familiar, and itās the red ribbon that helps him make the connection.
āMistletoe.ā He hums. āItās supposed to be good luck.ā
āIsnāt it the kissing plant, too?ā
Again, Yixing has a way with words.
Jongdae laughs. He shakes his head when Yixing asks if heās wrong. āYouāre right! I just never heard anyone refer to it like that.ā His laughter dies to chuckles, and they both stare at the plant.
āI guess I should put it back...ā
Now that they know itās there, they canāt seem to stop staring at the good luck kissing plant.
āShould weāI mean, can Iā¦?ā As Jongdaeās been ogling the plant, Yixingās evidently been ogling him; he doesnāt look away when Jongdae catches his eye.
Jongdae holds up the USB drive and taps it against Yixingās hand, pressing it to his palm when the barista flips his hand over. āFor good luck.ā
They lean close, meeting with sparks in their hearts that warm them more than their cooled chocolates.
The mistletoe sparkles in the low light, like embers in a fireplace or distant stars in the blanket of night.
Itās a pretty good way to spend a holiday.
Jongdaeās new favorite person to be with works in the neat little cafe he found quite by accident.
a/n: Written for XingDae Cafe's "Xingmas Daes."
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