au where lwj makes audio-only asmr porn videos in which he quietly directs you through getting yourself off before telling you a bedtime story
ok so there is a fic out there that is a bit like this (archiveofourown.org/works/25492462) but i did have some further thoughts
nsfw!
nsfw!
wwx likes to make sure everything is ready before he presses play. low lighting only, phone plugged in to charge, teeth brushed and face washed. he actually straightens his sheets. wednesday evening is such a regular night of the week; it's wwx's favourite.
he thrums with the anticipation of it, stretches out on his bed, and puts his headphones in. he's already turned on just from getting everything ready. he's tenting his sleep shorts but--he can't do anything about it yet. not until he's allowed to.
(that's part of the thrill of it. that he won't touch himself until a stranger on the internet (is he even a stranger? what makes someone a stranger?) tells him that he can. the putting himself into someone else's hands. it's--a lot.)
he loads up the latest upload. 16 minutes ago. he's nothing if not dedicated.
deep breath. he closes his eyes, presses play.
hanguang-jun's soothing, whispered voice ripples through him like a wave.
"good evening."
deep breath. he closes his eyes, presses play.
hanguang-jun's soothing, whispered voice ripples through him like a wave.
"good evening."
wwx experiences a bodily response to his voice--a swoop in his stomach, a thrill at the base of his spine, a gentle buzz under his skin.
"have you been good today?"
wwx lets out a voiceless /yes/ into the stillness of the room. his hands twitch by his sides.
"have you been good today?"
wwx lets out a voiceless /yes/ into the stillness of the room. his hands twitch by his sides.
"make yourself comfortable. feel the edges of your skin."
his soft tone catches on the consonants, little prickles of sound that trickle down wwx's spine. he can feel himself hardening, need pooling low in his gut. hanguang-jun hums softly.
"that's right. well done."
his soft tone catches on the consonants, little prickles of sound that trickle down wwx's spine. he can feel himself hardening, need pooling low in his gut. hanguang-jun hums softly.
"that's right. well done."
simple praise should not affect him the way it does--and yet. he inhales deeply. hgj continues.
"tonight, I want you to notice yourself. notice how you are breathing, how you are feeling, what feels good. you know yourself already, but I want you to learn yourself better."
"tonight, I want you to notice yourself. notice how you are breathing, how you are feeling, what feels good. you know yourself already, but I want you to learn yourself better."
"you can touch your stomach. are you sensitive there?"
wwx slides his sleep shirt up, drags his fingers lightly over the skin of his stomach. it jumps under his touch, sensitive. he lets his mind drift, imagines a faceless body lying over him, deep honeyed voice and gentle eyes.
wwx slides his sleep shirt up, drags his fingers lightly over the skin of his stomach. it jumps under his touch, sensitive. he lets his mind drift, imagines a faceless body lying over him, deep honeyed voice and gentle eyes.
"would you like to move your hand down lower?" a pause. wwx sighs. yes, yes he would hgj, please. "you can. slowly."
he does, dips his fingers into his waistband. his cock is dampening the thin fabric of his sleep shorts; he closes his hand around it. slowly. like hgj said.
he does, dips his fingers into his waistband. his cock is dampening the thin fabric of his sleep shorts; he closes his hand around it. slowly. like hgj said.
his breath stutters.
"that's right. feel yourself. are you hot? are you wet?"
the "t" of wet catches on a whisper. wwx moans softly, strokes his hand over the head of his cock, spreading the slick dampness of precome.
"you're doing so well. don't stop touching yourself."
"that's right. feel yourself. are you hot? are you wet?"
the "t" of wet catches on a whisper. wwx moans softly, strokes his hand over the head of his cock, spreading the slick dampness of precome.
"you're doing so well. don't stop touching yourself."
"I won't," gasps wwx.
"move faster," hgj breathes. "you know what feels best. do it."
"yes," he pants. he pushes his sleep shorts down, groans as his hand speeds up, tips his head back into the pillow. hgj's voice is hot in his ears. he imagines breath on his skin.
"move faster," hgj breathes. "you know what feels best. do it."
"yes," he pants. he pushes his sleep shorts down, groans as his hand speeds up, tips his head back into the pillow. hgj's voice is hot in his ears. he imagines breath on his skin.
"you're doing so well," hgj breathes. tingles erupt across wwx's scalp, dancing down his neck, spreading into his spine. "good kitten."
wwx gasps, hips bucking up into his hand, heat and pressure building at the base of his cock.
he wonders if hgy knows what that /kitten/ does
wwx gasps, hips bucking up into his hand, heat and pressure building at the base of his cock.
he wonders if hgy knows what that /kitten/ does
"are you close?"
wwx whines. he is, he's so close, the intimate press of hanguang-jun in his skull echoing right through his body and directly into his cock.
"would you like to come?"
every breath is another shock of sensation.
"ye-es," he groans raggedly.
wwx whines. he is, he's so close, the intimate press of hanguang-jun in his skull echoing right through his body and directly into his cock.
"would you like to come?"
every breath is another shock of sensation.
"ye-es," he groans raggedly.
"stop."
wwx shouts, squeezes the base of his cock, his muscles throbbing with the effort of holding himself back.
when hgj next speaks, he swears he can hear a smug smile in his voice.
"good. you only get to come when i say so. isn't that right, kitten?"
wwx shouts, squeezes the base of his cock, his muscles throbbing with the effort of holding himself back.
when hgj next speaks, he swears he can hear a smug smile in his voice.
"good. you only get to come when i say so. isn't that right, kitten?"
wwx throws his free arm over his face, pants into it. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. his dick is so hard it's almost painful. but he can't come. not until--
"touch yourself carefully. i do not expect you to come until i've given you permission. you may move your hand."
"touch yourself carefully. i do not expect you to come until i've given you permission. you may move your hand."
he whimpers, dragging his fingers up his cock, biting his lip until he tastes blood. hgy breathes in his ears. he imagines the weight of him, here, solid and hot against wwx's side. would he touch him himself? or watch as his voice alone led wwx to orgasm?
"you're doing so well for me, kitten." wwx trembles. "just a little longer now. keep going."
he does, tiny gasps escaping his lips as he flicks his hand over the weeping head, precome slick on his palm, shuddering.
"alright," hgy whispers. "come for me."
he does, tiny gasps escaping his lips as he flicks his hand over the weeping head, precome slick on his palm, shuddering.
"alright," hgy whispers. "come for me."
wwx's orgasm rips through him like a tidal wave, loud, all-encompassing, bone-shattering. he jerks himself through it, almost loses a headphone, panics at the sudden reality of sound--gets it back in as he shivers through the aftershocks, just to hear hgy's breathing.
he comes down, gasping, body wrung out like a wet rag. hgj hums in his ear. "well done. you did so well. you deserve to feel good."
wwx nods at the empty room. he feels a bit fuzzy around the edges.
"be kind to yourself while you clean up. be gentle."
wwx nods at the empty room. he feels a bit fuzzy around the edges.
"be kind to yourself while you clean up. be gentle."
wwx fumbles for the wet wipes he left on the floor by his bed, does his best to /be gentle/, like hgj said. he's soft and oozy like syrup as he pulls his sleep shorts up and gets under the covers.
the orgasm is amazing. but this is his favourite part of the evening.
the orgasm is amazing. but this is his favourite part of the evening.
"make yourself comfortable. i am going to tell you a story."
wwx sighs, wraps himself up in the warm embrace of hgj's voice. every few words another tingle trickles down his spine. he feels fucking amazing.
"once upon a time..."
wwx sighs, wraps himself up in the warm embrace of hgj's voice. every few words another tingle trickles down his spine. he feels fucking amazing.
"once upon a time..."
- - - - -
the following week, wwx gets an invite for a concert. wen qing's girlfriend is on the organising team, and she got three free tickets, and apparently wen qing just assumes that he'll want to come and listen to classical music because he plays the flute as a hobby.
the following week, wwx gets an invite for a concert. wen qing's girlfriend is on the organising team, and she got three free tickets, and apparently wen qing just assumes that he'll want to come and listen to classical music because he plays the flute as a hobby.
i mean, she's not wrong. but still.
he goes along with them, wears his nice dark red button down and puts his hair in a half-ponytail, finds his little-worn blazer in the back of his closet. he meets up with wen qing and mianmian at the bus stop.
he goes along with them, wears his nice dark red button down and puts his hair in a half-ponytail, finds his little-worn blazer in the back of his closet. he meets up with wen qing and mianmian at the bus stop.
they travel together, laughing condensation onto the dark bus windows. wwx doesn't know what to expect. he can't afford to go to proper concerts.
the hall is big, and fancy. imagine playing here every day, he thinks.
the hall is big, and fancy. imagine playing here every day, he thinks.
they find their seats. there's a lovely buzz of anticipation as the audience settles in, and the orchestra warms up.
the music starts. it's beautiful. wwx loses himself in it, lets it float him away, the feel of it vibrating through his skin. he closes his eyes. lets it dwell.
the music starts. it's beautiful. wwx loses himself in it, lets it float him away, the feel of it vibrating through his skin. he closes his eyes. lets it dwell.
the final notes of the last piece linger, breaking only when the audience applauds. wwx blinks his eyes open and joins in. the conductor is holding up a hand.
"please," she says. "we're very privileged tonight to be welcoming a special guest."
"please," she says. "we're very privileged tonight to be welcoming a special guest."
"please welcome traditional guqin player lan wangji."
wwx sits to attention as the most beautiful man he has seen in his LIFE walks onto stage.
he nods, and settles at his well-polished guqin. he's perfect grace and marble-carved features and delicate fingers. wwx is in love.
wwx sits to attention as the most beautiful man he has seen in his LIFE walks onto stage.
he nods, and settles at his well-polished guqin. he's perfect grace and marble-carved features and delicate fingers. wwx is in love.
the conductor raises her arms, and the music starts up again, crafted perfectly around the beautiful strum of the guqin. wwx sits mesmerised. the music is gorgeous, but he cannot take his eyes off the man playing it.
(beside him, mm giggles and nudges wq. she rolls her eyes.)
(beside him, mm giggles and nudges wq. she rolls her eyes.)
they go through several pieces, each increasingly exquisite, and wwx thinks he might cry a little bit. then, tragically, the music flows to an end, and silence hangs in the auditorium.
the audience erupts. wwx can't applaud loud enough.
the audience erupts. wwx can't applaud loud enough.
lwj stands, and nods respectfully to the audience. the conductor grins and waves him forward towards a microphone stand. he has to bend a little to reach it. the clatter of applause hushes.
"thank you," says lwj, and wwx freezes.
"thank you," says lwj, and wwx freezes.
he knows that voice. he /knows/ that voice, has heard it every week for months and months, has listened to it for hours, could place every tone and soft inflection and breath--has come to that voice, countless times, face hot with the thought of it.
lan wangji is hangaung-jun.
lan wangji is hangaung-jun.
he drops into his chair with a thud. lwj is still speaking, saying something about donations and charity and--oh god, his voice when he's not whispering is. a lot.
wwx is still not over the fact that /this/ is what hgj looks like. like the /most/ beautiful man on the planet.
wwx is still not over the fact that /this/ is what hgj looks like. like the /most/ beautiful man on the planet.
eventually, he nods and leaves the stage (perfect elegance), and wwx is left feeling bereft. wq tugs him up by the elbow.
"come on," she says. "mianmian got us passes to the reception."
"the what?"
"meet the musicians. come on, there'll be free food."
"come on," she says. "mianmian got us passes to the reception."
"the what?"
"meet the musicians. come on, there'll be free food."
wwx's brain is on white-noise-buzzing-mode all the way through the audience and into the reception hall. it's pretty packed already. wq directs him towards the bar, takes one look at his face, and orders them each a double g&t.
wwx drinks it wordlessly and stares at the doorway that the orchestra are trickling in from. maybe he's gone home. he isn't part of the orchestra, after all.
"what the fuck has gotten into you?" hisses wq. "come on, mianmian knows the guest performer, she wanted to say hi."
"what the fuck has gotten into you?" hisses wq. "come on, mianmian knows the guest performer, she wanted to say hi."
"sdfssgha--what?"
but it's too late, because wq is already pulling him across the floor towards where mianmian is talking to someone with his back to them, traditional hanfu and long silky hair. wwx gulps.
but it's too late, because wq is already pulling him across the floor towards where mianmian is talking to someone with his back to them, traditional hanfu and long silky hair. wwx gulps.
"oh hey, there you are! lan wangji, this is my girlfriend, wen qing. and our friend wei wuxian."
the man turns and. oh. oh.
close up, he's even more beautiful.
wwx feels like a deer in headlights. wq knocks him further forward. "hi! nice to meet you. you're very talented."
the man turns and. oh. oh.
close up, he's even more beautiful.
wwx feels like a deer in headlights. wq knocks him further forward. "hi! nice to meet you. you're very talented."
lwj nods his head politely to her. "thank you." then his eyes drift back to wwx. "it is a pleasure to meet you also."
mianmian is glancing between the two of them, lips twitching. wwx still hasn't spoken. "you know what babe, i'm parched. buy me a drink? lovely to meet you!"
mianmian is glancing between the two of them, lips twitching. wwx still hasn't spoken. "you know what babe, i'm parched. buy me a drink? lovely to meet you!"
the two of them are left alone in the buzz of the crowd. "hello," says lwj.
wwx is gonna do. something. either pass out, or run away screaming, or fall to his knees right here where everyone can see--
he opens his mouth and squeaks, "i'm a big fan of your work."
wwx is gonna do. something. either pass out, or run away screaming, or fall to his knees right here where everyone can see--
he opens his mouth and squeaks, "i'm a big fan of your work."
lwj looks a little taken aback. god, his eyes are gorgeous, honey-drips and evening sun. "thank you," he says again. "you've listened to me before?"
wwx is not sure what colour his face is right now, but it's definitely not his normal one. "yep," he manages.
wwx is not sure what colour his face is right now, but it's definitely not his normal one. "yep," he manages.
"oh," says lwj. "that is very kind of you. i know i do not have a large following. thank you."
wwx laughs, tight and high-pitched. "yeah, you're really--ah, good." fuck. fuck. he can't do this. not when lwj--/hgj/ is looking at him like that. "um. i should. go find my friends."
wwx laughs, tight and high-pitched. "yeah, you're really--ah, good." fuck. fuck. he can't do this. not when lwj--/hgj/ is looking at him like that. "um. i should. go find my friends."
"ah," lwj says. he looks--disappointed? oh no. oh fuck. "of course. have a good evening, wei wuxian."
"wei ying."
"what?"
"you can call me--wei ying. it's, er, i prefer it."
that's not necessarily true. he doesn't know what compels him to say it. but lwj looks less sad.
"wei ying."
"what?"
"you can call me--wei ying. it's, er, i prefer it."
that's not necessarily true. he doesn't know what compels him to say it. but lwj looks less sad.
"wei ying," repeats lwj, and holy /shit/, hearing him say it--hearing him say it like that, softly and carefully, just like he tells wwx to come for him every wednesday--it's too much. wwx can't take it.
"i. uh. bathroom," he grits out, and flees.
"i. uh. bathroom," he grits out, and flees.
he slams the stall door shut behind him--even the bathrooms here are fancy as fuck--and leans against the marble wall, eyes closed. he pushes the back of his hand into his mouth, wills his pavlovian-response erection to go away, breathes into his sleeve. his heart is racing.
he presses the heel of his hand against his clothed hard-on, holds back a grunt. he could--here in the bathroom stall--
no. that's gross, and besides, hgj is right here in the building, and what if he found out that wwx touched himself when he wasn't allowed?
no. that's gross, and besides, hgj is right here in the building, and what if he found out that wwx touched himself when he wasn't allowed?
(he's pretty sure, technically, that the whole "don't touch yourself" thing only applies for the duration of the video, but wwx sometimes gives himself the thrill of extending it. into the next week. sees if he can go without.
he hasn't, since wednesday.)
he hasn't, since wednesday.)
he's being silly, anyway. lwj is only hgj for those videos, and it's not like he actually would care anyway, he doesn't get to see his listeners' reactions--
the door outside closes. "wei ying?"
the door outside closes. "wei ying?"
wwx freezes and bites his hand. his cock throbs.
"wei ying? forgive me for being presumptuous, i know we have only just met. are you alright?"
wwx doesn't answer. he hears a stall door squeak softly.
"are you in here?" pause. a sigh. footsteps, leaving.
"wei ying? forgive me for being presumptuous, i know we have only just met. are you alright?"
wwx doesn't answer. he hears a stall door squeak softly.
"are you in here?" pause. a sigh. footsteps, leaving.
no, no, no, don't leave--
"please." it's a whimper, barely more than a gasp, but the footsteps stop. wwx presses his hand down harder against his cock. he wants--no, he shouldn't want, this is insane--
"wei ying?"
"please." it's a whimper, barely more than a gasp, but the footsteps stop. wwx presses his hand down harder against his cock. he wants--no, he shouldn't want, this is insane--
"wei ying?"
a shadow falls across the gap under the door. "are you feeling well?"
wwx exhales, slowly, as silently as possible. "yep! i'm fine. nothing to worry about here, haha!"
he thinks his voice might break a little over his forced laugh. that lwj might hear it.
wwx exhales, slowly, as silently as possible. "yep! i'm fine. nothing to worry about here, haha!"
he thinks his voice might break a little over his forced laugh. that lwj might hear it.
"are you sure?"
wwx doesn't reply, just does his best to lower his hand away from his dick, get this under control, get everything under control.
"i wished to--i prefer to go by lan zhan. if you were to ask."
/lan zhan/. lan zhan lan zhan lan zhan. wwx bites it into his hand.
wwx doesn't reply, just does his best to lower his hand away from his dick, get this under control, get everything under control.
"i wished to--i prefer to go by lan zhan. if you were to ask."
/lan zhan/. lan zhan lan zhan lan zhan. wwx bites it into his hand.
wwx closes his eyes and thunks his head back against the stall wall. this is his own fault. his own fault for /teaching/ himself--
"lan zhan," he gasps, and yeah, that was pretty obviously a gasp. oh fuck.
there's a cautious silence. then: footsteps. the sound of a lock.
"lan zhan," he gasps, and yeah, that was pretty obviously a gasp. oh fuck.
there's a cautious silence. then: footsteps. the sound of a lock.
lwj stops again outside his door. "if i have interpreted this incorrectly," he starts, "please accept my apology."
wwx rocks towards the door, leans his head against it. his pants are undone. when did that happen.
"lan zhan," he breathes. it's ragged.
wwx rocks towards the door, leans his head against it. his pants are undone. when did that happen.
"lan zhan," he breathes. it's ragged.
lwj's voice is close through the door. "wei ying. are you touching yourself?"
wwx whines, high, embarrassed, completely desperate. "/yes/."
he hears lwj take a steadying breath.
"stop."
wwx whines, high, embarrassed, completely desperate. "/yes/."
he hears lwj take a steadying breath.
"stop."
wwx outright sobs. it's hgj, but it's so much better, he's right here, right on the other side of the door, low voice and golden eyes and elegant fingers and fuck, it's so much more than he could ever have dreamt of. lan zhan is so much more than he could ever have dreamt of.
"wei ying." another deep breath. "can you. do you want to." hgj is never this hesitant in his words. it's so hot, fuck. wwx's dick is weeping in his underwear. "would you like to open the door?"
wwx's breath comes out in one long, hot drag. "yes."
wwx's breath comes out in one long, hot drag. "yes."
he fumbles with the lock, his fingers clumsy with want. the door opens inward, he has to step back out of the way, and then--
hanguang-jun. lan zhan, standing there in his white and pale blue hanfu, face still, eyes heavy. on him.
"oh, /fuck/." wwx drops to his knees.
hanguang-jun. lan zhan, standing there in his white and pale blue hanfu, face still, eyes heavy. on him.
"oh, /fuck/." wwx drops to his knees.
lwj is so tall, from down here, steps forward into his space and wwx sways with it. his hanfu is hiding /everything/. it's not fair.
lwj's hand hovers above his head. "may i touch you?"
wwx nods wordlessly, throat still caught up in making sure he keeps breathing.
lwj's hand hovers above his head. "may i touch you?"
wwx nods wordlessly, throat still caught up in making sure he keeps breathing.
the weight of lwj's fingers through his hair makes him dizzy. he keeps swallowing. he can't think thoughts. lwj doesn't do anything else, just stands there, hand resting on his head.
"touch yourself," he says quietly. "i want to watch you."
"touch yourself," he says quietly. "i want to watch you."
"oh," whimpers wwx, and he does.
he rubs himself through his briefs, stares up at lwj as he does it. lips parted; he can't get enough air. lwj frowns just a little, and then he feels his toe tapping at his thigh, nudging them wider apart. "show me."
he rubs himself through his briefs, stares up at lwj as he does it. lips parted; he can't get enough air. lwj frowns just a little, and then he feels his toe tapping at his thigh, nudging them wider apart. "show me."
his cock is full and leaking when he pulls it out, precome dripping onto his trousers. he doesn't care, smears it down the length, keeps holding lwj's gaze. the air feels electric. the room could be on fire.
"is this what you do? when you listen to me?" asks lwj softly.
"is this what you do? when you listen to me?" asks lwj softly.
"do you feel how heavy you are? how hard your cock is? hot and drooling? desperate for release?"
wwx cannot form a verbal answer. some sort of whine comes out of him. it has to be enough.
"you touch yourself so prettily. keep going, sweetheart."
wwx cannot form a verbal answer. some sort of whine comes out of him. it has to be enough.
"you touch yourself so prettily. keep going, sweetheart."
wwx sobs, rocks forward until his head meets lwj's thigh. there's a sharp tug in his hair, sending dull spikes of pleasure-pain cascading down his back.
"look at me," says lwj. he pulls wwx's head back, baring his neck, stretching him out so they can keep eye contact.
"look at me," says lwj. he pulls wwx's head back, baring his neck, stretching him out so they can keep eye contact.
"you look so beautiful like this," he continues. "on your knees. are you ready to come?"
"i--laa zha--"
lwj's lips flit into a tiny smirk. wwx is going to explode. he is going to implode. he is going to melt away, right here, on the bathroom floor.
"then come for me, kitten."
"i--laa zha--"
lwj's lips flit into a tiny smirk. wwx is going to explode. he is going to implode. he is going to melt away, right here, on the bathroom floor.
"then come for me, kitten."
he breaks apart against lwj, soft gasps and mewls into the silk of his hanfu, mouth open and panting into his thigh. it shudders through him like a lightning storm, shocking into his extremities, bringing every nerve to life.
lwj's eyes stay on his the whole time.
lwj's eyes stay on his the whole time.
"wei ying," he hears when he comes round. "wei ying, you did so well for me."
he blinks, blearily; lwj is crouched on the floor with him, has pulled him against his chest. "--an zhan?"
"mn. i'm here."
"lan zhan. you--hanguang-ju--"
"no. here i am just lan zhan."
he blinks, blearily; lwj is crouched on the floor with him, has pulled him against his chest. "--an zhan?"
"mn. i'm here."
"lan zhan. you--hanguang-ju--"
"no. here i am just lan zhan."
"oh." wwx pushes himself up into a sitting position, and looks at him, and suddenly--oh no, suddenly everything--he just jerked off in the bathroom for someone he's /just/ met, oh god, even if he has jerked off for him countless times before--
"wei ying. breathe."
"wei ying. breathe."
"lan zhan, i'm sorry, you didn't have to, i shouldn't have--"
"wei ying. please breathe for me."
he looks so serious. wwx takes a crooked breath, and lwj strokes his back, so he takes another, and another.
"was that--okay?" he asks eventually, voice small.
"wei ying. please breathe for me."
he looks so serious. wwx takes a crooked breath, and lwj strokes his back, so he takes another, and another.
"was that--okay?" he asks eventually, voice small.
"it was perfect," says lwj, and--oh. presses his lips to wwx's forehead. "more than perfect. i'm so happy you trusted me like that."
wwx nods, because of course, there's no one he would want to trust more, not with this. "you aren't mad?"
"why would i be mad?"
wwx nods, because of course, there's no one he would want to trust more, not with this. "you aren't mad?"
"why would i be mad?"
"i basically jumped you. or like. made you jump me. i, uh, yeah. i don't imagine you were expecting your evening to end like this, huh?"
lwj's gaze is soft, molten treacle. "i would not have had it any other way, wei ying." his hand smooths over his back again.
lwj's gaze is soft, molten treacle. "i would not have had it any other way, wei ying." his hand smooths over his back again.
"okay," breathes wwx.
"i do not wish to be presumptuous," lwj says again, which is. wwx would let him make all the presumptions he wants. "but would you like to come home with me?"
wwx stares at him, chest shimmering. lwj's gaze is as much an embrace as his voice.
"okay."
"i do not wish to be presumptuous," lwj says again, which is. wwx would let him make all the presumptions he wants. "but would you like to come home with me?"
wwx stares at him, chest shimmering. lwj's gaze is as much an embrace as his voice.
"okay."
hanguang-jun and his kitten. lan zhan and wei ying. one is a start, but the other is a beginning. they leave the concert hall hand in hand, starlight and streetlights, and wwx thinks: and maybe, this is the first night of forever.
✨ the end!!
thank you so much for reading 🥰 this kind of got away with me a bit (it's 2:30 am here lol) but i'm glad so many people enjoyed it. i'd love to read comments and qrts about what you thought!!
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LISTEN TO NEV'S PODFIC OF THIS IM BEGGING YOU
https://twitter.com/nevlongbottom3/status/1318475073762648066?s=19
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