Yifan let out a nervous breath as he carefully wrapped his presents in the nicest pair of box and ribbon he could scrounge in the abandoned city.  It has been months since the world ended and what was left of humanity has yet to recover from the calamity, leaving them with the few resources left that they could find and adapt to the new lifestyle all of them had been pushed to.

He remembered a few days ago when the boy he loved so much, Sehun, had carelessly thrown his precious notebook away out of frustration that Yifan had caused himself, allowing the taller man to be let in and read the thoughts that Sehun had so carefully kept to himself.  He had read from page to page, unlike when they first met that Yifan had only breezed through the scrawls and handwritings, appreciating this time each done by the beautiful fingers, each curve and each dot.  Yifan had smiled, frowned, huffed and laughed at some writings, eventually stumbling into an entry that Sehun must have probably written when he was still wandering the city when his family was still alive.

12th April.

It was exactly a year ago from today, Yifan noted as he walked towards the room he shared with Sehun, who was too busy writing in the new notebook Yifan had given him afte hiding the old one.  He stood quietly by the door and wondered if Sehun remembered what day was today, or even if had even a vague awareness of how special it is.  Sehun had written in his old notebook how he had celebrated this day alone a year ago - no mother, no father, no friend - and Yifan closed his fist at the recollection of the sad entry.  He had memorized each page by heart, swearing to all gods and deities that he will make Sehun forget each and every cruel memory that had scarred him.  He stepped quietly into the room, smile as wide as the ones he would wear only around the younger one, if not wider.

"Hey baby," he cooed as he sat beside the boy who was too busy to notice him.  Yifan had made it a habit to be as unnoticeable as possible when Sehun was busy writing as the younger never liked being disturbed, no exceptions even for his boyfriend.  "Care to spare me some of your attention?" he whispered quietly as he the boy's hair.  Sehun spared him a lazy glance, rolling his eyes as if asking what did he want now, to which Yifan merely answered with a small peck on the cheek.  He held out the medium-sized box he had been holding and another small one on top, instructing Sehun to open the smaller one first.

"Happy birthday Sehun!"  Yifan smiled shyly at the other as the six pieces of chocolate cupcakes were revealed, his hand finding the back of his head.  "Ah, don't expect too much.  I've never baked for anyone before," he admitted as he placed the box of cupcakes on the side.  "Now, it's time for presents!" he pecked Sehun's cheek and placed the bigger box on the boy's lap, who had sat up now.  Sehun undid the ribbon to open the box to three items that had Yifan busy searching for the whole town for several days, much to Sehun's dismay because it meant less time for them together.

Sehun looked at Yifan curiously as he held up the camera in his hand, eyes curiously asking the older where he got this one.  "Well...I found that in one of the stores," Yifan told him.  "I thought you'd like to keep the memories.  The charger is in the box too and I still have my laptop so...that means you can capture all the photos you would like to keep?"  He smiled at his younger boyfriend and gave him a kiss on the lips.  "Don't ask too much, okay?  I want you to live as normally as possible.  On to the next gifts?"

"These," Yifan looked into the box and took out a notebook and some colored pencils, showing them to Sehun.  "I think these are the gifts that I had the happiest time finding.  Let's make this our journal alright?  We'll fill this up with our memories, both good and bad, so that when we're too old to move around, we can just cuddle in the balcony and read through every page and see how colorful our times together are."

Even before he could finish his words, Yifan was already cut short by a pair of lips whose taste he loved the most, the scent of Sehun's shampoo enveloping his senses and thin arms wrapped around his neck.  The smile Sehun had given him was to beautiful, Yifan was sure his heart had to die a million times in that small fraction of time.  "I love you," was the whisper he heard against his lips before it was devoured once more to a loving kiss.  As Yifan held the smaller frame of his lover in his arms, he thought to himself that from then on, Sehun wouldn't have to celebrate his birthday all alone.

The next day, two bodies were tangled in each other's arms and soft, steady breathing can be heard from inside the room.  On the floor, a journal lay open on the first page with three lines written - two neatly and one barely legible.

12th April. 

Today is the best day ever.

I love you Sehun.