Wufan Celebrates his birthday with one giant strawberry red dragon cake

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               “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you.”             

               What the hell are you even supposed to do when people are singing you happy birthday? I clap awkwardly to the music and sway side to side giving off my cheesiest smile trying to show my members that I’m not uncomfortable.  They end the song on a high note which Jongdae takes too far. The screeching promptly ends when Tao knocks into Jongdae making him fall onto the couch. Everyone is clapping and yelling and pulling their confetti strings. If clueless, someone would believe that two dozen or so people were in the room screaming and yelling but in reality it was just 5 overly enthusiastic boys celebrating a friend’s birthday.

               I warily close my eyes and blow out the candles wishing for my group’s success in China. The last time I closed my eyes near a birthday cake I ended up having a mental breakdown since the goddamn cake would ruin my skin in the morning.  But I was lucky and no one smacked my face into the red dragon cake. Luhan and Minseok bought the cake from a children’s cake shop thinking it would be funny to tease me about my unfortunate label that my company gave me.

               Yixing walks over to cut the cake in 6 pieces, one bigger than the rest. Everyone watches as he cuts the cake slowly, purposefully dementing the dragon’s face.  He finally finishes and places the dragon’s head on a plate. He swings his hand around my neck and smiles that smile. That smile, when I know he’s going to me over in an interview. That smile, where he ‘forgets’ which towel is his and takes mine instead, leaving me in the shower crying for Minseok to please, dear god smack Yixing in the head. His dimples showing and his eyes sparkling he picks up the plate of dragon head with his other hand and clings onto me. He raises the plate closer to my face and I tense knowing what will happen.

               "Yixing gets to feed the birthday boy first.” He cheekily says, proceeding with smacking the dragon’s head onto another dragon’s head.  He starts laughing and runs away knowing what will come next. I claw at the cake on my face and throw it at Yixing’s general direction half blind with cake smeared on my face.  Tao squeals as the cake hits him and Luhan shouts “CAKE FIGHT.” Minseok groans and quickly grabs a plate of cake and runs to the corner of the room. Jongdae launches himself at the cake and picks it up.  He quickly climbs onto the table holding the it high over his head.

               “ALL MINE.” He yells as he grabs some cake from the plate and begins to throw it s.  Luhan catches some and begins to throw it back.  Luhan distracting Jongdae lets me jump onto the table and grab the cake from him. I run around the room throwing cake, damaging furniture, and sealing an angry ordeal with Manager ge the next morning, but all in all having a great time.

               The cake fighting lasts for about 5 minutes when suddenly everyone realizes that they are screwed the next morning. They all run to the bathrooms grabbing their towels in effort to wash the red dyed cake off their hair. I’m left to clean up, like some sick birthday treat.  I walk around the room with two cloths, wiping everything that was hit by dragon projectiles. Namely everything. I finally finish and head towards the kitchen sink to wash my still caked face.  

               Out of the corner of my eyes I see Yixing try to quickly run from the bathroom to his room, but I obviously wasn’t going to let him get away with this.

               “Yixing, come here.” He hangs his head and groans and turns to slowly walk towards me.

               “I’m pretty sure you already know that you’ll be talking with Manager ge about all of this.”

               “Of course." Yixing smiles. "Aren’t you going to wipe your face? I honestly won’t be able to take you seriously if you yell at me with red cake on your face.” I groan and turn towards the sink dipping my head, but Yixing pulls me back up. He places his hands on my shoulders and stands up on his toes. He leans his head towards mine and sticks out his tongue, some cake off my nose. He rocks back down and swishes his tongue in his mouth and swallows dramatically.

               “In all the chaos, we never even got to eat the cake.” He smiles and swipes a finger into the cake on my face. He holds it out in front of my mouth. I close my lips around his finger and scrape the cake off, using more teeth than I was supposed to. He yanks his finger back and glares. I mock him, swishing my tongue and swallowing dramatically.  It tastes like strawberries. 

               “It tastes like strawberries.” Yixing says matter-of-factly. “A strawberry dragon. How fierce.” He playfully punches me on the arm.

               “But tasty, no?” I grab him and pull him into me, leaning onto the kitchen counter.  He smirks and snakes his arms around my neck.

               “You’re going to get a zit tomorrow.”

               “Don’t give me a mental breakdown.”   

               “All that sugar and dye.”

               “Then take it off.”

               “Gladly.” Yixing leans into me, gently kissing my lips. Then moving on to kiss my cheeks, and forehead, and jaw all while eating the cake off my face. I let out a soft sigh and tilt my head up to let Yixing the cake off my jaw and neck. 

               Yixing pulls away, his mouth covered in cake. “You taste good.” 

               “I bet.” I look at Yixing. He’s smiling, not the smile, not the fake one he plasters for the television. But a pure, honest, Yixing smile.

               “Happy Birthday Wufan.” He whispers. I smile and pull his head to mine, lips on his lips, gently away at strawberry cake.