Yibo's eyes flutter open, and he groans, disoriented and momentarily blinded by the fluorescent lights above him.
"What the hell happened?" he croaks.
"Oh, you're awake?" a familiar voice chimes.
Yibo pushes himself up and looks at the figure sitting in the corner.
"What? Why're you here?" he asks, the words slurring together. He shakes his head trying to clear the fog clouding his mind. "Where are we?"
Wenhan rolls his eyes and walks toward Yibo's bed. "You're in the hospital. I'm just here to watch over your dumb ass. Imagine that I'm trying to peacefully get through my day when I receive a call that someone stupid cracked his head open while falling off his skateboard," he rants all in one breath.
"I wouldn’t touch that,” a voice interrupts as Yibo's hand starts reaching up toward the stitches on his forehead.
A doctor lounges against the doorway, arms crossed as he stares at the scene in front of him. He enters the room and gives Wenhan a slight bow before standing in front of Yibo.
“I don’t think ‘cracked your head open’ is exactly accurate either,” he says with a small raise of his eyebrow. “But you did cut your forehead open when you fell off your skateboard and somehow hit your head against a pole. Luckily that was the extent of your injury," he states. "But really, Yibo, you need to be more careful,” the doctor tells him with a frown.
There's a soft kind of concern filtering through his eyes when he looks at Yibo, and it tugs at something inside of him. Yibo dismisses the feeling and stares back, tilting his head. He opens his mouth and words tumble out before he can even think. "Damn, you’re really hot. Do I know you?" he eyes Xiao Zhan up and down, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
"My brain's not workin right now," he mumbles under his breath, "but I swear I know you,” he says louder. “If not, I need to get to know you," he states to himself.
Xiao Zhan clears his throat, a light blush ghosting across his cheekbones from Yibo's blathering. "Ah, unfortunately I'm taken," Xiao Zhan announces casually, glancing at Yibo from the corner of his eyes.
Yibo's expression falls so fast that Xiao Zhan feels a little bit bad for joking around.
Wenhan looks between Yibo and Xiao Zhan. "Is he okay?" he asks, suddenly unsure.
“Mhh. The pain meds are probably causing some confusion. The CT scans didn’t show a concussion, so he should be alright once they wear off," Xiao Zhan says while looking through his charts.
He turns back to Yibo. “Can you state your name and birthday?”
"Wang Yibo. August 5th, 1997."
“Good. And you recognize who this is?” he asks, pointing at Wenhan.
“Yeah, Li Wenhan. But the real question is, who are you?" he asks while squinting at Xiao Zhan.
Wenhan sighs. "Your boyfriend. Xiao Zhan. Does that name ring any bells?" he asks in exasperation.
"Holy shit," Yibo's eyes widen, almost comically in comparison to his usual stoic nature. "My boyfriend?” he repeats in disbelief. “I'm the one dating him? I'm really dating that?" he asks gesturing at Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan laughs quietly, eyes curving into small crescent moons as he smiles. "We've been together for over a year now," he reminds him with a gentle voice.
"Oh my god, your smile," Yibo states, entranced by the way it lights up his face. "Is this a prank? If it is, I'll kill you Wenhan. Or wait, am I actually dead? Are you an angel?" His voice trails off higher and higher with each question.
"This is very real," Wenhan states with both an amused and disgusted expression. "I’m torn between recording this for blackmail or leaving so I don't have to listen to you wax poetry."
Yibo looks affronted by this and splutters. "Do you see him? Attractive and smart? How could anyone not wax poetry?" He turns to Xiao Zhan. "Can I, like, touch you? I just want to make sure this isn’t a dream."
Xiao Zhan, face now completely red from Yibo's compliments, bends over where Yibo's sitting and presses a light kiss on his head. "See? Real," he says with mirth. "Now, calm down Lao Wang—"
Yibo chokes, ears burning from the small affection. "I'm the luckiest man alive," he suddenly declares. And then he pauses as the last part registers. "Lao Wang?" He whispers to himself. "We have nicknames?" he asks in disbelief.
“Ah, perhaps I made things worse,” Xiao Zhan says rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish expression. He pats Yibo on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about this too much. Go back to sleep b— Bo-di,” Xiao Zhan catches himself before the term of endearment slips out and really ends up sending Yibo into cardiac arrest, “I’ll see you when you’re better.”
Yibo collapses back into the bed once Xiao Zhan leaves and stares at the ceiling still trying to comprehend how he, of all people, ended up dating Xiao Zhan. He doesn’t manage to get very far in his thoughts before the grogginess takes over, and his eyelids grow heavy and shut again.
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Yibo is already home by the time Xiao Zhan gets off work. He shouts a greeting from the couch when he hears the jingling of keys and the creaking of the door but doesn’t take his eyes off the TV. He only turns to look at Xiao Zhan when he asks, “How are you feeling?”
"Better now,” he tells him.
Xiao Zhan gently brushes the hair back from his forehead to take a peek at the stitches. “Good,” he nods.
“As much as I love to see you at work, I’d really prefer it not with you as a patient,” he adds. “Really Yibo, please be more careful next time, okay?” he asks as a wrinkle forms between his brows. Yibo reaches out and slings on arm around his waist, nuzzling himself in Xiao Zhan’s torso.
“I will, sorry ge. I didn’t mean to worry you,” he apologizes, words slightly muffled by Xiao Zhan's shirt.
Xiao Zhan hums and rubs his hand across Yibo’s back before untangling himself. He turns to head into the kitchen but Yibo stands and stops him.
“Wait, are we not going to talk about earlier?” he asks, shifting his weight with unease.
Xiao Zhan laughs, “I was going to take pity and let you off the hook. But please, if you want to talk about it then be my guest.”
The smallest pout crosses Yibo’s face, so Xiao Zhan sends him a cheeky wink. “I’m glad you’re still affected by my charm after all this time, Wang Laoshi.” He tilts Yibo’s chin up so their lips brush together as he says, “I do appreciate the flattery.” And then he presses them together for a kiss; it’s warm and soft, and it fills Yibo with a familiar sense of comfort and affection that makes him tingle every time.
“I love you,” Yibo blurts when they part, and he’s graced with the sight of Xiao Zhan’s beautiful smile again.
“I love you too,” Xiao Zhan replies with fondness, grabbing his hand as he tugs him into the kitchen.