Paring reader x Lay/Yixing
A/N: @xiulayhasmyheart, seems to think that she is worthless, her mutals and Yixing seem to think different
Precious [presh-uh s] adj. Highly esteemed for some spiritual, nonmaterial, or moral quality
N. A dearly beloved person; darling
You come home and throw your bag on the floor clearly upset, slumping onto the couch as you sigh loudly. Yixing walks into the room from the kitchen throwing a towel over his shoulder. “What's wrong honey?” He says the words in a soft tone as he sits next to you. You can smell a sweet, almost savory, smell coming off of him, and you know he has been cooking.
“I am just tired of being told how worthless I am at work, the managers keep telling me that I would be easy to replace.” You sound slightly defeated as you speak the words. “Every holiday they overwork me and I don't feel valued”
Yixing scoffs at you. “Pft, I value you more than you know Y/N, there is no one that I value more.” He stops a moment to think about his next words. “I hope you know I am not the only person that finds you truly a dearly beloved person.” He smiles, rubbing your back before he gasps and runs to your kitchen in the next room. After about a minute he comes back camly and sits down next to you again.
You look over at him confused, the towel is no longer draped across his shoulder. You ignore what just happened, assuming it has to do with whatever he is cooking. “You may feel that way but I don’t”
Yixing puts his hand in yours and leans in kissing you. “Y/N, you need to know your are the exact opposite, the antonym, if you will, of worthless. You are precious.” He pulls you into the kitchen where is adding a few last seasonings to your favorite meal. The two of you continue to talk into the wee hours of the night, Yixing as always finds a way to cheer you up.