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The place smells faintly of citrus and rain. It’s so painfully nostalgic, but Nice can’t pin it.
“Gege?”
The voice comes small and sure, the way children sound when they aren’t afraid of the world yet.
Nice turns. A boy stands a few feet away, barefoot on the packed dirt. His hair is brown, unevenly cut, one side longer than the other, messy sun caught strands falling over a round, chubby face still a little flushed from running.
He’s missing one of his front teeth, along the bottom. His shirt is too big, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the yellow collar stained with something that might be some kind of juice.
For a second, Nice forgets how to breathe. The boy blinks at him with those wide, brown eyes, familiar in a way that claws at his chest. “Gege, are you okay? You look…” He tilts his head, searching for the word. “Hurt.”
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11 Oct 2025
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The bedroom door is slightly ajar. He nudges it open. “Lin Ling?”
Lin Ling is in their bed, framed by golden hour sunlight and the dark curve of their headboard. Both wrists are cuffed above him, arms stretched over head, body decorated in lingerie inspired intimately by his suit. Nice’s mind catalogs the outfit like a machine. The high gold collar, slits up the thighs so high they leave nothing to the imagination.
Lin Ling’s cheeks are flushed deep pink. Nice has seen that face under a thousand conditions. Covered in dirt and sweat from a battle. Squished into his pillow when he oversleeps. Twisting in laughter when Moon insults him. Wet with tears, gasping under Nice’s hands on fresh sheets at night.
This is new. “Hi,” Lin Ling croaks. “Uhm… Happy birthday.”
The grocery bag slips from his fingers and hits the floor with a dull thump, an apple rolling across the floor.
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11 Oct 2025
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Nice was a jealous, possessive person when it came down to it.
Perhaps he always has been, a part of him that had been lost underneath his perfect hero persona and forgotten about, or maybe it was just something that had been brought out of him when he met Lin Ling. Whatever the case may be, it doesn’t really matter. Not to him anyway.
Why would Nice care about others opinions when Lin Ling’s is the only one whose opinion matters?
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11 Oct 2025
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par·a·gon
/ˈperəˌɡän/
noun
a person or thing regarded as a perfect example of a particular quality.
"it would have taken a paragon of virtue not to feel viciously jealous"Nice narrows his eyes. Without a warning, the hero moves closer. He leans and leans further into Lin Ling’s space until their noses almost bump. With a pout, the hero says, “Does that mean that you like her more than me?”
‘I thought that the pressing issue would be about Moon being your girlfriend, but apparently, it’s who I like more????’
(AKA: What if Nice and Lin Ling met earlier?)
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11 Oct 2025
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“Wait,” Nice murmurs, out of reflex.
But Lin Ling doesn’t. He keeps going, pressing harder into Nice’s lap, chasing friction and heat. His shirt is still on, buttons half undone and clinging to one shoulder, and Nice feels the frustration rise, the need to pause, to strip properly, to fold things the right way, and then Lin Ling grabs his hand and drags it under his shirt, over his chest, over the quick, uneven thump of his heart, and says in a breathless murmur, “Touch me here. Like you mean it.”
Nice’s world narrows to the skin under his palm. Hot. Bare. Imperfect.
So he touches.
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11 Oct 2025