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⛧•┈ day 01: #gusuxian // wangxian
Wei Ying peered into the library carefully, trying to make himself as scarce as possible.
He wasn’t *avoiding* anyone—he hadn’t done anything wrong—not this time at least.
⛧•┈ day 01: #gusuxian // wangxian
Wei Ying peered into the library carefully, trying to make himself as scarce as possible.
He wasn’t *avoiding* anyone—he hadn’t done anything wrong—not this time at least.
—okay, so *maybe* he had snuck in some Emperor’s Smile *again* and maybe this time he *did* have too much and maybe he *might* have accidentally let slip a confession to his bestest best friend and is absolutely mortified it even happened.
He dinged his faulty memory to not have forgotten about his own confession of all things *while* drunk.
If there was anyone he couldn’t lie to, it was Lan Zhan.
If there was anyone he couldn’t lie to, it was Lan Zhan.
So lying to him about forgetting about the said confession would actually be really bad, because then he would know he knew and that he didn’t forget and even more awkward if he didn't feel the same way and there would be no rock in the world—
“Wei Ying?”
“Wei Ying?”
His body went rigid and all his limbs felt like they had been dipped in ice.
When he gave no indication of hearing his name being called, a large hand gently grasped his shoulder and Wei Ying could feel his face heating up.
“L–Lan Zhan!”
When he gave no indication of hearing his name being called, a large hand gently grasped his shoulder and Wei Ying could feel his face heating up.
“L–Lan Zhan!”
He turned dramatically causing Lan Zhan’s hand to slip from his shoulder, “I didn’t realize you were here!” He feigned laughter, which with his blank expression, could either mean he bought it, or completely saw through him.
“I have not seen you for two days,” he said, staring at a spot on Wei Ying’s snowy white robes. He was really wishing he hadn’t stained it—he still wasn’t finished copy-writing the rules book from his last punishment.
“I’ve been busy! Training with the other disciples!”
“I’ve been busy! Training with the other disciples!”
Even that didn’t convince himself and he detected the slightest flinch on Lan Zhan’s perfect, pretty face.
“I see,” he frowned—as much as one could tell. It was really only Wei Ying and Zewu-jun that could tell.
“I see,” he frowned—as much as one could tell. It was really only Wei Ying and Zewu-jun that could tell.
Even Lan Qiren had issues noticing Lan Zhan’s minute facial expressions half the time.
But that was expected of him! He was Lan Zhan’s bestest best friend! They had grown up together!
Lan Zhan had found him on the streets and refused to leave his side.
But that was expected of him! He was Lan Zhan’s bestest best friend! They had grown up together!
Lan Zhan had found him on the streets and refused to leave his side.
It was comical now that he thought back to it. The pretty Lan in his Gusu white robes standing stalwartly next to the gritty Wei Ying.
He had refused to leave even when Wei Ying tried to convince him that he would be okay.
He had refused to leave even when Wei Ying tried to convince him that he would be okay.
“They will come find me,” he said, “and then I will bring you back to Gusu.”
Years later after much pestering, Lan Zhan finally told Wei Ying it was because he was worried he would run away and he wouldn’t be able to find him.
Years later after much pestering, Lan Zhan finally told Wei Ying it was because he was worried he would run away and he wouldn’t be able to find him.
So Lan Zhan’s logical course of action was to not return to his family and have them run around the town in a panic to find him.
Wei Ying had felt fuzzy when he revealed that tidbit of information to him.
Because he *would* have ran.
Wei Ying had felt fuzzy when he revealed that tidbit of information to him.
Because he *would* have ran.
But somehow Lan Zhan *knew* and didn’t leave his side.
“Wei Ying, did I—”
“I totally forgot laotou told me to—” Wei Ying made a move to leave, his shoulder brushing past Lan Zhan’s arm, but was yanked back and pulled into the library—
“Wei Ying, did I—”
“I totally forgot laotou told me to—” Wei Ying made a move to leave, his shoulder brushing past Lan Zhan’s arm, but was yanked back and pulled into the library—
—the doors slamming shut loudly with his back against it.
Lan Zhan was showing more emotion on his face than Wei Ying had ever seen over a decade.
Anger, sadness, pain—he was scared and it scared Wei Ying to see Lan Zhan scared.
Lan Zhan was showing more emotion on his face than Wei Ying had ever seen over a decade.
Anger, sadness, pain—he was scared and it scared Wei Ying to see Lan Zhan scared.
Lan Zhan had him pinned against the doors, his grip on his shoulders tightening and loosening repeatedly, as if he were trying to reel himself in from hurting him.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan—are you okay? You’re scaring me!”
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan—are you okay? You’re scaring me!”
“Please tell me if I did something wrong,” his voice sounded so foreign.
“Y–you didn’t!”
“It’s because of the kiss, isn’t it?” Lan Zhan’s ears were bright pink and his brows were pinched.
Kiss? What kiss?
“Y–you didn’t!”
“It’s because of the kiss, isn’t it?” Lan Zhan’s ears were bright pink and his brows were pinched.
Kiss? What kiss?
“Lan Zhan, who did you kiss?” Wei Ying asked quizzically, tilting his head to the side.
Lan Zhan’s jaw visibly slackened and bewilderment washed over his features and then, realization.
“You…do not recall?”
Lan Zhan’s jaw visibly slackened and bewilderment washed over his features and then, realization.
“You…do not recall?”
Wei Ying racked his brain to try to remember if he had seen Lan Zhan kiss anyone—which if he thought about it too hard it was kind of upsetting since he really wanted Lan Zhan to kiss him and not—
An unfocused memory surfaced in his mindscape and he squinted his eyes physically as though it would help.
He remembered the sensations more than the act itself—
The tender but firm grip on his shoulders as his back hit the floor, cushioned ever so slightly by the seat pillows.
He remembered the sensations more than the act itself—
The tender but firm grip on his shoulders as his back hit the floor, cushioned ever so slightly by the seat pillows.
A delicate petal-soft touch on his lips, that slowly turned heated and wet—insistent and devouring.
Wei Ying gasped at the memory of Lan Zhan on top of him and—*other sensations*—that came back in pieces that soon completed the puzzle.
Oh.
Oh, this was bad—
Wei Ying gasped at the memory of Lan Zhan on top of him and—*other sensations*—that came back in pieces that soon completed the puzzle.
Oh.
Oh, this was bad—
—him avoiding Lan Zhan might’ve read as him regretting it happening—
As well as Wei Ying could read Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan was also an expert at reading him back. His complexion paled and he looked like he was going to be sick.
“I’m sorr—”
“I like you!” Wei Ying cut him off.
As well as Wei Ying could read Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan was also an expert at reading him back. His complexion paled and he looked like he was going to be sick.
“I’m sorr—”
“I like you!” Wei Ying cut him off.
Lan Zhan’s eyes widened and his grip on his shoulders faltered. “I—I wasn’t lying. When I was drunk. I know I say a lot of things and you think I’m a flirt a lot of the times when I try to schmooze information off of locals on night hunts, but I like you!
"And I’ve liked you for a long time and I didn’t want to confess and ruin our friendship and—”
Lan Zhan’s lips were on his *again*, but this time he would remember it.
Lan Zhan’s lips were on his *again*, but this time he would remember it.
There were uncoordinated clacking of teeth, a flurry of arms finding their way around the layers of robes and the unconventional amount of contact involved with a *first* kiss.
Wei Ying groaned when he felt the metal knob of the doors dig into the small of his back and a pair of voices echoed on the other side of it.
“Did you hear that?”
“Oh, come on, you’ve been so flighty since your first night hunt. It’s probably just wind.”
“Did you hear that?”
“Oh, come on, you’ve been so flighty since your first night hunt. It’s probably just wind.”
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Wei Ying shuddered slightly in Lan Zhan’s arms—having somehow climbed him like a tree with his legs around his waist and Lan Zhan’s hands supporting him by his ass.
“We are breaking so many rules,” Wei Ying whispered once the disciples’ footfalls faded away.
“We are breaking so many rules,” Wei Ying whispered once the disciples’ footfalls faded away.
“I would break every single one of them a thousand times over for Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan looked at him as though he was the world.
“Lan Zhan! I have a weak heart!” Wei Ying said as he tried to turn his face away, his heart hammering in his chest.
“Lan Zhan! I have a weak heart!” Wei Ying said as he tried to turn his face away, his heart hammering in his chest.
“Mn, I will help Wei Ying exercise it everyday,” the softest smile graced his lips.
“Everyday?”
“Everyday.”
⛧•┈ end!
“Everyday?”
“Everyday.”
⛧•┈ end!
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