Xiaojun had been too tired to wash his face before leaving work and as he entered your apartment, he silently thanked everyone above that it was late at night and nobody was out. His face consisted of the wonderful artwork of lipstick hearts that his members have drawn for him as he lost a game and he is sure he looks ridiculous.
Well, anything for content, he thinks.
The apartment lights are dim but as soon as he closes the door, he hears soft padded footsteps coming out of the bedroom. He smiles as he keeps his shoe aside, ready to sleep in your arms and finally rest for the day.
“You are home,” you say softly as he turns his head towards you and your hands stop mid-air awkwardly. Xiaojun sighs, wondering how he can give a rational explanation for the messy lipstick hearts drawn on his face.
A small giggle leaves your throat as you put your arms around his neck and ask, “Was this the penalty for losing?”
His pout makes you laugh as he replies, “Yeah, glad you figured that out.”
You press a small kiss on his lips and he groans at the fast loss of contact but you drag him towards the sink, murmuring, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned first.”
A groan leaves his throat as he somehow tries to make you understand that sleeping with lipstick stains all over his face isn’t bad at all but you know better as you drag him inside and make him sit down.
Your hands hover over his face as you feel his eyes close and for a moment, you just stand quietly thinking how ridiculous and cute your boyfriend looks in the deformed lipstick heart marks.
Before you can stop yourself, your lips press to one of them, kissing one of the marks softly. Xiaojun’s eyes shoot open as he stares at you and glares, no actual heat being there behind his eyes. You giggle again as you press your lips to another one of the marks. Then you press your lips to another, and then one more.
His eyes meet yours and he narrows his eyes asking, “Are you ever going to clean them up?” Not that he is complaining about the current situation at all but he cannot let you know that.
Your smile widens as you nod, replying, “Yes, in a minute." You keep pressing kisses over the deformed hearts as small laughs leave your throat. He flinches lightly at the ticklish feeling as his hands grip your waist and pull you down on his lap.
You happily comply as you wrap your legs around his waist and he looks at you sleepily. You part his hair lightly, loosening out the knots as you whisper, “So what game did you lose again?”
“Some stupid spinning game,” he murmurs, his pout increasing with time and he takes in a small breath. His eyebrows scrunch but before he can continue, you press your lips to his. Xiaojun hums in content as he kisses you back, his thumb drawing circles on your waist. You tilt your head as your noses brush lightly and squeeze his shoulder lightly to ease the tension.
He sighs into the kiss, and you smile as you part, then get up, saying, “Okay, now I will really clean that up.” He nods, clearly in a haze as he smiles, watching you get up from his lap.
When you are near the door, his eyebrows scrunch lightly and just as you are out the door, you hear his scream, “Hey, what do you mean again?”
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what could be more annoying than neighbors, unfortunately its your number neighbor. xiao dejun just wanted to talk to someone new, its not his fault he was on top.
In which nothing went as planned on his birthday, yet being with you made it perfect enough.
Pairing: boyfriend!Xiaojun x you
Word count: 948
Genre: FLUFF, domestic, established relationship, soft love
Warnings: Xiaojun calls you "baby" twice and then a whole lot of tooth rotting sweetness.
Author's note: I'm 30 minutes too late, but still happy Xiaojun day!!! Hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated.
Xiaojun had no idea what you were planning. Which was impressive, really, considering how hard it was to keep anything from him — the man could read your emotions like subtitles.
But somehow, you’d managed to pull it off.
For the past two weeks, you’d been quietly collecting fairy lights, old pillows, and his favourite snacks. You borrowed a portable speaker from your neighbour. You even got his friends, his family back home, and every other person he held dear to his heart, to send short video birthday messages that you stitched into a montage and tucked away on your laptop.
The plan was perfect.
A backyard picnic. Just after sunset. Fairy lights strung up in the trees. A cosy blanket fort under the stars. Takeout from that little noodle place he loved. Just the two of you, soft music, and your heartfelt surprise video for after dessert as the cherry on top.
You even laid everything out an hour before he got home — candles lit, lights glowing, food still warm. You stood back and smiled, the kind of smile that comes from knowing you’re about to make someone really happy.
And then.
It started raining.
Not a soft drizzle. Not even a gentle mist.
But a sudden, absolutely drenching, movie-scene-level downpour.
You stood frozen for a beat, blinking in disbelief as large raindrops splashed onto the setup you'd spent hours preparing.
“No. No no no no!”
You scrambled, trying to cover the food, yanking pillows off the ground, grabbing the laptop — but it was too late. The lights flickered and died. The noodles turned into soup. And a gust of wind knocked the speaker off the table. You even slipped on the wet grass, trying to save a cushion, and landed on your butt with a very ungraceful thud.
It was over in five minutes.
You were soaked. Everything was soaked. And all you could do was sit there, laptop clutched to your chest, water dripping from your nose, as the dream birthday plan dissolved around you.
Which is exactly when Xiaojun walked through the back gate.
He paused when he saw you.
You looked up at him helplessly from the soggy ground. “...Hi.”
He blinked. “Why are you sitting in a puddle?”
“I was trying to be romantic.”
He stared for a moment longer — and then burst out laughing.
Not a mocking laugh. Or a teasing one.
A bright, full-belly, Xiaojun laugh — the kind that made his eyes disappear and his shoulders shake.
You let out a groan and covered your face. “I ruined it.”
“No, no—baby, wait.” He walked over, kneeling beside you in the mud without a second thought. “You didn’t ruin anything.”
You looked at him, genuinely distressed. “I had this whole thing planned. Fairy lights, your favourite noodles, a video message from everyone. I was gonna surprise you and make this your best birthday ever.”
He smiled softly, brushing wet hair away from your face. “You are my best birthday ever.”
You narrowed your eyes and scrunched up your nose. “That’s so cheesy.”
He shrugged with a light chuckle. “It’s true.”
You sighed, slumping against him. “This was supposed to be perfect.”
“It is,” he said, wrapping his arms around you, not caring that his clothes were getting soaked too. “You did all of this for me. That’s already perfect.”
You felt your chest loosen a little. Rain still pattered around you, softening now into something more manageable. The fairy lights blinked faintly, one or two flickering back to life. The moment wasn’t what you had planned — but somehow, sitting in Xiaojun’s arms, drenched and laughing through your disappointment — it felt… right.
“Okay,” he said, pulling you up to your feet. “New plan, baby. Let's go for plan B.”
“What’s plan B?”
He grinned. “Blankets. Instant noodles. Your laptop. And the couch.”
Twenty minutes later, the two of you were curled up in the living room under a pile of mismatched blankets. You wore one of his hoodies, and he wore your fuzzy socks because he claimed his toes were “emotionally cold.” The air smelled like soy sauce and toasted sesame from the emergency noodle cups you dug out of the pantry.
You set the laptop on the coffee table and gave him a shy glance. “Wanna watch the video, at least?”
He nodded, scooting closer. “Hit me with the feels.”
You pressed play and leaned into his chest.
One by one, the screen lit up with familiar faces — friends and family from different time zones, sending love and cheesy jokes. Kun sang him “Happy Birthday” opera-style. Yangyang showed off a questionable birthday dance. Hendery even made a fake infomercial about “The Wonders of Xiaojun.”
Xiaojun laughed so hard he wheezed, clutching your hand like he’d fall apart if he didn’t.
When the screen faded to black and the laughter died down, you glanced at him. And his eyes were glassy.
“Hey,” you said softly, nudging him. “You okay?”
He turned to you, expression gentle, voice quiet. “I love you.”
You smile.
“That wasn’t part of the video,” you teased. "But I love you too."
“I know,” he said, squeezing your hand. “I just… I didn’t know it was possible to feel this seen and loved. Even when everything went sideways. Maybe especially because it went sideways.”
You rested your head gently on his shoulder, your heart completely filled with love for him.
“Next year,” you said, “I’m bubble-wrapping everything and building a waterproof tent.”
He laughed again, kissing the top of your head. “Or we just do this again. You, me, noodles, and a thunderstorm.”
You let out a contented sigh, a lazy smile spreading across your lips.
“Plan B turned out better than Plan A.”
He nodded, holding you tighter.
“Because Plan B was you… and you’re what I’d choose every time. for every birthday and in every lifetime."
