Thread by @cerbykerby

modern au where, for wwx's birthday, they play a variation of seven minutes in heaven where each partygoer gets time alone with a blindfolded wwx.

for the most part, people give him birthday gifts to open, because it's fun to watch wwx try to unwrap and identify gifts while blindfolded. the partygoers are supposed to stay silent so that wwx can try to guess which gift is from whom afterwards.

jc completely ruins his own surprise when wwx reaches into his gift box and feels something warm and furry.

wwx: OH MY GOD IT'S A DOG

jc: IT'S NOT A FUCKING DOG YOU DUMB FUCK. WHY WOULD I GIVE YOU A DOG? IT'S A HANDWARMER.

(yes, jc is kinda mad/hurt about it, but in the end he's very much appeased when wwx regularly uses the handwarmer on cold days)

other people choose to use the time to mess around with wwx a bit. jyl chooses to give wwx a very nice scalp massage. mianmian uses the opportunity to get wwx's honest opinions on some perfume samples she's been working on. nhs plays the spoiler end of one of wwx's tv shows.

a few girls choose to leave a little peck on wwx's cheek, because they think he's adorable. it leaves him giggling. one guy tries to arm-wrestle him, and loses. someone brings a ton of stuffed animals and just BURIES wwx in them.

when it's lwj's turn, wwx's in a happy mood.

"Are you here to kiss me too?" he jokes after he hears the door close.

lwj freezes with his gift in hand. it's a scarf he knitted, along with a poem he composed. it could be interpreted as a regular poem, but if wwx reads it as a love poem, then, well.

lwj intended to give wwx his gift and let him guess it, much like the others. then wwx /had/ to mention kissing—specifically, others kissing him.

lwj is torn. torn between anger and hurt. torn between going along with his original plan and… maybe… /maybe/… he could also…

it pleases lwj immensely to see the smug smirk on wwx's face falter when he feels fingers along his jaw and a thumb tilting his chin up. lwj wants him.

he should ravage wwx's mouth, bite marks into him, suck hickies to his skin. make him forget anyone else ever kissed him.

the gift in his other hand helps ground him. he remembers wrapping it up, heart quietly alight at the thought of wwx wearing the scarf or reading the poem. a gift of a soft thing, with words of softer feelings.

lwj presses his lips, very gently, to the corner of wwx's mouth.

wwx makes a strangled whimper, but he's turning his head and—they're kissing.

neither of them are experienced, so there is some fumbling. both are nervous beyond belief, but they are far too into it to want to stop.

lwj feels ruined. he has ruined the way he sees wwx forever.

it will be impossible for him to see wwx and not think about how warm his mouth is, or of how his breaths quicken when lwj sucks on his lower lip. lwj has sabotaged his own relationship.

when they part, wwx's face is flushed very prettily, and he's panting a little.

when wwx reaches up to remove his blindfold, lwj panickily stops him.

"Who are you?" wwx pleads.

lwj—can't answer. the full force of his mistake hits him. his gift is still here, with its incriminating evidence of his affection. wwx's lips are still a just-kissed red.

wwx didn't ask for any of this. lwj imposed his own desires on him without any consideration as to how wwx might feel about it. and on wwx's birthday, too.

lwj leaves the room quickly. he opens his gift, takes the poem out, puts the lid back, and places the gift on a table.

he doesn't leave the party, because that would look incredibly suspicious. so he stays. and drowns in his guilt.

when wwx emerges from the room and takes his blindfold off, the partygoers laugh, applaud, and tease him, asking if he did anything with anyone.

wwx is enjoying the attention. he grins and laughs along.

"I don't kiss and tell," wwx says when needled for details. "But one of you," his eyes scan the girls in the room, "was particularly bold."

the girls erupt into giggles. lwj downs an entire flute of champagne.

he doesn't remember the rest of the night. the next morning, however, he wakes up in wwx's bed with, oddly, the taste of loquats in his mouth.

"Hey, big guy," wwx greets him when he stumbles into the living room. "Did you sleep well?"

lwj blinks blearily. "What time is it?"

"It's almost noon," wwx laughs. he's sitting on blankets on the couch; he obviously slept there for the night. "I didn't know you could party hard."

lwj didn't either. he doesn't remember anything. "What did I do?"

"You don't remember?" wwx blinks innocently at him.

no, lwj doesn't remember. and the longer wwx looks at him like that, the more convinced he is that he did something unspeakable.

"You were so rough, Lan Zhan," wwx sighs. "Pushing and pulling me this way and that, raiding my pantry and feeding me fruit. So demanding!"

lwj has no idea what he took out of wwx's pantry. "What else did I do?" he forces himself to ask.

wwx taps his chin thoughtfully. "Mmm… well, you gave me stuff. Loquats, a scarf, some cake, and—oh, how could I forget," he pulls out a folded piece of paper, "and this."

lwj doesn't have to open it to know that it's his poem.

fuck.

"Such eloquent words, Lan Zhan!" wwx crows as he unfolds the paper. "Who knew you could be so sentimental? If I didn't know better, I would have just thought this was nothing more than a nice poem."

lwj is sweating BULLETS.

"Wei Ying," his voice is hoarse. "What did I do?"

wwx waves the paper around. "You handed this to me, remember? It's a good thing you confessed everything to me. Otherwise I would be mad if I found out you initially decided not to give this to me."

lwj is dying. "What did I confess to?"

"Well," wwx drags the word out. "Let's see, hm. After shoving loquats down both our throats, you fished this out of your pocket, gave it to me, said, 'do not kiss anyone else' and then passed out onto your plate of cake."

... ah.

well.

lwj has lived a good life.

wwx is laughing, and it's loud, and it's bright, and lwj's head hurts so much. he's still sluggish from deep sleep, and he can't think.

wwx knows. he /knows/, and he's laughing. he's laughing, and it's at—the poem? at lwj? he can't tell.

slowly, he slides to sit on the floor.

wwx's laughter fades. "Lan Zhan?" his eyes widen, then he's in front of lwj, kneeling. "Lan Zhan, oh no, oh no. Lan Zhan, no."

oh no what? lwj doesn't know. he can't think. the sun is too bright, and his vision is blurring, and—

wwx's hands wipe at his wet face.

lwj stares mutely as wwx hurries to get tissues and wipe at lwj's face.

"Lan Zhan, no," wwx uses too many tissues at once, "don't cry. I wasn't laughing at you, Lan Zhan, I was—you were so cute, and so earnest. I thought it was charming and—oh, Lan Zhan, I'm sorry."

lwj isn't sure how to react, so he doesn't. he lets wwx wipe his face with a warm, wet cloth and give him sips of water. he stays silent even as wwx maneuvers him onto the couch.

"Aiya, Lan Zhan," wwx groans. "Have you gone into shock? You usually handle teasing pretty well."

lwj can handle being teased about almost anything, but not this. not this part of him that he has hidden for so long. and especially not by wwx.

wwx sighs as he uses his fingers to detangle lwj's hair. "You know, Lan Zhan, it was not very polite of you to kiss me and run off."

that kicks something in lwj's brain. "I'm sorry." his apologies spill out like water. "I shouldn't have. You were blindfolded. You didn't know, and I didn't tell you. I'm sorry. I'm sor—"

wwx quiets him with a finger to his lips. something short-circuits in lwj's brain again.

"I'll forgive you on one condition," wwx says.

lwj blinks, because that's all he can do. the rest of his mind is screaming at the sensation of wwx's finger against his lips.

"Never run away again." wwx gives him a stern look. "You may kiss me, but you can't run away again."

that.

/that/.

hm.

that's quite reasonable, lwj thinks. and doable. he didn't much enjoy running away previously.

he nods. "Alright."

wwx smiles lwj's favorite kind of smile; it reaches his eyes and adds a shine to them, like he's radiating joy.

"Alright," wwx agrees.

anyways lwj washes up, drinks water, and eats brunch with wwx and afterwards wwx tackles him on the couch, demanding to be kissed again.

literally zero people are surprised when they start dating. wwx regularly likes to wear a blindfold to let lwj know he can steal kisses.