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“You look utterly fucking insane.”
“You saw it?”
“I did. Also. Hot.”
Yibo lets the leer into his voice, and Xiao Zhan laughs into the phone, a deep chuckle. Yibo’s heart—as it so often does when he’s speaking to the love of his life—flutters in his chest. He presses his hand to his sternum and takes a deep breath, fighting a smile.
“I told you you could see it before everyone else.” Xiao Zhan’s voice is exasperated but deeply fond across the distance between them. “You didn’t have to wait until it was out.”
Yibo smiles wider and pushes his race shoe against the stack of tires in the pit garage, body rocking back and forth, unable to keep still as he presses his phone to his ear. There’s a slight breeze in the air this morning, and as he turns, he can see the team staring at the tablet in front of them and gesturing at each other as they stand next to the car. They look incredulous and pleased. It’s not every day someone takes another 2 seconds in one go straight off their personal best. He’d sweated those last three corners though for that time, even if it was a bit hairy round the final bend. Worth it.
“I did. You know I like screaming with everyone else.” This morning, the first teaser for The Infinite 10 Days dropped, and Yibo had insisted on waiting to see it until it was released, along with the rest of the world, for precisely this reason: to watch everyone go absolutely fucking nuts about it.
And Xiao Zhan does look insane in it. Insanely good, Yibo’s cheesy, adoring heart supplies.
Xiao Zhan’s been away, hidden in a unusually secure—even for a S++ how many pluses can one man have c-ent—closed set for months, and it’s been hard for them to be apart. But when they speak every day, Xiao Zhan’s been just completely full of joy. Joy at the job, the character, the director, the sets, his co-stars… the list goes on. If it wasn’t for the fact that Yibo knows Xiao Zhan loves him with his whole heart, he might think Xiao Zhan would be happy to go and work and work and forget about Yibo altogether. Especially when Yibo’s spent the last two months up several mountains, not exactly contactable most of the time himself.
“I know you do. Really though. What did you think?” Xiao Zhan sounds nervous, silly man. How could he doubt his skill?
Yibo enthuses, because it's easy. “I think I can’t wait. It looks as amazing as you said. I think my boyfriend is the most talented and handsome man in the whole of the Chinese entertainment industry.”
Xiao Zhan laughs again and Yibo can almost hear the blush. “Now I know you’re lying. Because that’s not me, honey, that’s you.”
Yibo grins as his Race Engineer looks at him and waggles his eyebrows. Time to go back.
“Well, that is true. Just. Send me the full version later.”
“Oh, so you do want to see more?”
“Of you? Always.”
“You’re not gonna be scared?”
Yibo scoffs. Because he's past all that now. Sort of. A bit. “I've faced snakes and things that crawl, Xiao Zhan. I’m strong and brave. I can face anything.” I think. Yibo is going to be a bit scared. The new show looks—scary. Lots of BOO! make-you-jump moments. But he'll be fine, and he wants to see it. So much. Especially if he has Xiao Zhan to cuddle him through it. “You can watch it with me and be holder of the BOO cushion.” To hide his eyes for the scary bits.
Xiao Zhan is laughing again. “God I love you. I will do that. You’re right. For you. Always.”
Yibo feels the flutter again, and knows his ears have just turned pink. He casts a quick look over at the team who are increasingly hopping on their feet to get going again. He needs to go. His voice is husky when he asks, “What time will you be back tomorrow?” They’re meeting at home and Yibo has big plans to lie in a tangled heap on top of his insanely talented, handsome boyfriend, put his lips all over Xiao Zhan’s extremely talented body, and make sure he doesn’t move from their bed for ooh, a week.
Xiao Zhan yawns in Yibo’s ear. “I don’t know—eleven, I think? Late. I’ll message you when we land. Oh hey, how was your time this morning?”
“Three PBs.” Yibo smiles into the phone, proud, and Xiao Zhan purrs back, “Of course. You’re such a showoff.”
It’s Yibo’s turn to laugh. “I am. Your showoff.”
Xiao Zhan hums. “Mmm. Mine. Later?”
“Later.”