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When he enters his apartment in Beijing, Yibo’s sneakers greet him at the doorstep, bright green with soles scuffed from skateboarding. Xiao Zhan sighs before exhaling a laugh, exasperated but fond, and nudges the sneakers onto the nearby shoe rack before toeing his own off.
He wrestles his suitcase into the living room, then decides it's a problem for tomorrow. The apartment is quiet, the TV a low murmur in the background, tuned into a cooking channel. His afternoon flight had been delayed due to weather, and now it is late in the night. Yibo must already be asleep.
Xiao Zhan heads to the bathroom to get ready for bed too. A shower is direly needed, to wash the airplane stink away. A face wash too, to scrub off the residual makeup from a long day of filming and smiling for countless cameras. As he pushes the bathroom door open, he eyes the sink counter. Yibo’s own hair and face products are scattered all over. It should be annoying, but Xiao Zhan just feels warm inside when he places the containers back where they belong. It is evidence that someone else lives here, calls his apartment home.
Yibo has all but officially moved in, though he spends most nights in Beijing at Xiao Zhan’s apartment rather than his own. He might never get rid of his old apartment, if only to keep up the facade for the press. It doesn't matter to Xiao Zhan. Yibo has the keys, and that's enough.
Later, he slips under the blankets, careful not to wake Yibo up. Yibo stirs anyway. Even half-asleep, eyes closed, he reaches out with grabby hands. “Zhan-ge?”
Xiao Zhan catches a hand. Kisses Yibo's knuckles, then presses his lips to Yibo's forehead, smiling. “I'm home.”