This oneshot is dedicated to a very good friend of mine who happens to love the birthday unicorn, Zhang Yixing. :)
Breathing out a sigh between nervousness and contentment, Zhang Yixing carefully lowered his camera and backed away from the inanimate object.
“And that’s the last,” he said to himself while clutching the camera carefully in his hands.
He looked at his watch to check the time. It was four in the afternoon, an hour and half before the possible sunset.
He steadily walked down the stairs to a room he calls his sanctuary. However, it was no holy place for light wasn’t allowed to penetrate the walls. The only light there was what Yixing flickered open – a red bulb in the middle of the room.
Zhang Yixing always had a knack for vintage. In spite of the advancement of cameras nowadays, Yixing still prefers to do things manually and take photos of black and white.
And it was this that fate brought the two of you together.
“So I made a right turn here… went straight… and then left…” He said as he scribbled his frustration on the map. He was lost – for the nth time. How could he forget where he lives?!
And to make things worse, how could he forget his phone?
He closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. How long was he sitting at that café, thinking of how to get back to his apartment?
His eyes shot open at the sound of the shutter. “Excuse me, but what are you doing?” he asked.
You lowered the camera enough to make eye contact. “What does it look like?”
He reached out for your camera and see you fully. “You’re pretty brave to be a paparazzi, shoving your camera right in front of my face.” Although he was naturally slow to anger, but today was just a bad hair day.
You flinched your camera away from his hand and sat down across him. “Excuse me, but I don’t even know you. And just because I have a camera, I am judged already as a paparazzi?” Yixing could already see people throwing looks at your table.
“Then why are you taking a picture of me?” Yixing leaned forward and asked in a whisper, careful not to cause stir more the commotion you are causing.
You leaned closer, your noses nearly touching. “Because I think your handsomeness is worth capturing.”
Yixing chuckled at the thought. He honestly never thought of himself as handsome yet there you were, so bold and outspoken to a complete stranger. You were everything contrary to him, yet he found himself drawn to you.
The alarm went off and he proceeded with the last part of the development of the photo.
You checked the time in your phone. Five o’clock. Your boyfriend sent you a message to be home at 5:30. It wasn’t something new, he always messages you once in a while to spend time with him after work. Hurriedly, you turned off your laptop and made your way through the sea of people.
“Flowers – check. Lights – check. And…” Yixing made a quick scale on the piano. “The piano – check.” He checked his watch – five minutes before 5:30. He was sure you were already speeding your way through heavy metropolitan traffic.
“Thank you and keep the change,” you said as you hastily handed over the money to the taxi driver. It was a minute before 5:30 and you have to get to the rooftop as quick as possible. You fumbled at the keys Yixing gave you and made a mad dash to the elevator. His penthouse was at the topmost of the apartment complex and you silently curse him for being rich.
Alone in the elevator, you stared at your reflection. Then your heart starts beating fast. “Why the hell am I so nervous? It’s just a normal date like the many others we’ve done so before,” you thought to yourself, “Why the hell am I so nervous?”
You walked out the elevator and heard the notes to Yiruma’s “Love Me”. You loved this piece and you fell in love with it even more when Yixing dedicated it to you when he taught you how to play the piano.
Then, you saw the most romantic and most beautiful scene in the world.
Around the perimeter of the rooftop were photos of you, him and the things that reminded of you. Each photo was hung on a clothespin attached to a string of wire and were illuminated by yellow Christmas lights. At the center was Yixing playing handsomely behind the grand white piano. Realizing you were already there, he transfixed his eyes to yours striking every note and chord of meaning.
Then, the song came to an end and he picked up a bouquet of red tulips beside him. He walked to meet you and smiled with his dimples showing. “Do you like it?” he asked. Your breath hitched at the sight of him - white button down shirt with three buttons undone – and a black suit, pants and leather shoes, he looked like a prince. “And this… is for you,” he said as he offered you the bouquet.
“Yixing… everything is so beautiful,” you exclaimed with tears welling in your eyes.
He wrapped an arm the small of your back and drew you close to him. He planted a soft kiss on your lips and touched his forehead unto yours. “Let me show you more,” he whispered.
He took your right hand and led to the perimeter where the photos were bathed in light. You unpinned the first photo and studied it. “Your first photo,” you exclaimed meeting his smiling eyes.
“Are you sure this is already the one?” You asked him for the umpteenth time. It was already night time and your legs were already numb and your eyes were also dropping. You were practically searching the whole day, which could be an exaggeration but it wasn’t. Well, you got yourself into this mess as well since you offered to help the handsome lost man.
Standing in front of the building, he scanned from the door to the uppermost floor. “I think it is. The uppermost floor looks familiar.”
“Then try your keys. Let me rest for a bit,” you said as you sat on one of the concrete steps and rested your head against the railing.
Yixing walked up to the door and inserted the brass key into the keyhole. A twist on the left and finally, it opened.
“___________! It opened! I’m finally home!” He shouted with joy. Hearing nothing from you, he turned and looked at you from behind. He walked nearer and bent to see your sleeping face. For the first time, he saw your usual furrowed brows relaxed and plump lips slightly ajar. It was a beautiful sight and he couldn’t leave you like that alone. So he scooped you up, careful not to wake you, and took you inside his apartment.
“It was good you were a deep sleeper. I was scared that shutter sound would wake you,” Yixing said with a smile. He took the photo from your hands and kissed your head.
That morning, it wasn’t the sound of the annoying alarm clock that woke you up. It was the sound of clicking cutlery and the smell of sautéed garlic and onions. You pried your eyes open and saw a man with a childish smile on his face.
“I’m glad you’re awake. Please, join me for breakfast.”
“How did I…”
“You fell into a deep sleep and I couldn’t leave you.”
You blushed at his words and sat up from his couch. “Thank you. I’m sorry though for startling you yesterday.” Your eyes rested on your fiddling hands.
He sat beside you and took your hands into his. You looked up to meet his eyes with surprise and embarrassment. “No, it’s fine. Now please, join me for breakfast. It’s been a while since I had a guest in this house.”
Although things started off at the wrong note, you and Yixing shared stories of each other’s lives. He owned an art atelier, while you were only a budding photographer. He came from a wealthy Chinese family, while you admitted weren’t that rich nor that poor.
“I had a really great time, Yixing,” you said as you stood up and gathered your belongings, “but I really have to go home now.”
“I understand,” he said as he began stacking up your plates, “but let me escort you out.”
“No, it’s fine,” you said as you held his arm, “but I want you to have this.”
You removed the camera around your neck and handed it over to him. “It’s a classic. I just think you needed this more than I do. Take a picture of your house so you won’t forget where you live. Take a photo of that lamp around the corner since it could serve as a pretty good landmark. Your photos would serve you as your reminders, your memories.”
And indeed he did. The pictures pinned showed his mind and his heart. Some were hilarious, some were sentimental. When he asked you to be his girlfriend, he captured almost your every move and every part of your body – your eyes, your smile, and the twirl of your hair. In the three years you’ve been dating each other, no moment was left uncaptured.
You were at the end of his so-called gallery when you noticed an area missing a photograph.
“Yixing, have you forgotten to place a photo here?” You asked.
He smiled with his signature adorable smile. “No, because it was with me all this time.”
He fished his hand inside his pocket, took her hand and placed in on your palm.
Your eyes widened at the sight. “Yixing, I…”
Down on one knee, Yixing took out a blue velvet box and opened it. Inside was the ring that resembled in the photography you were holding. “__________, you may have known me as forgetful. But with you, I am always reminded of how wonderful it is to live and how beautiful the world is. I have been capturing moments with you since I met you and I wish to capture more with you as my wife. __________, will you spend forever in photographs with me?”
Forehead: Friendship Closed Eyelids: Thankfulness Tip of nose: Good luck Cheek: Happy to see you Lips: Love Earlobe/Neck: “I want you”, Lust, Desire Top of hand: Respect, loyalty Computer screen: I love you but I can’t ever have you (because you’re not real)
When a fangirl kisses the computer screen: I love you but I cannot have you because you don’t even know if I exist… TT_TT
“When looking at opposite sex, I tend to look at how she thinks. I would like it better if she is someone with a positive mindset. Also someone who is very clear of what she does and is organized. I like someone who knows the reasons of living.”—
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