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When Lan Wangji wakes up on his own couch instead of his bed, he’s confused, to put it mildly.
He stays on the couch for a few minutes, but as hard as he tries, he cannot remember why he’s here and not in his very comfortable bed, and it makes dread pool in his gut.
He’s not one to get a hangover, that much Lan Wangji knows, but he does tend to forget things when he drinks.
Lan Wangji doesn’t remember drinking, but it’s the only logical explanation, since a head injury seems too implausible, with the lack of a headache.
Lan Wangji sits up and takes a few moments to take stock of his surroundings, but nothing seems out of place in his living-room. Everything is where it should be and it only makes Lan Wangji frown harder.
He eventually gets up and takes a quick tour through his apartment only to find everything exactly the same as the evening before. There is no indication that someone has been here, or that he got drunk with anyone else.
Maybe someone dropped him off at home after Lan Wangji passed out? He doesn’t have alcohol at home, so it seems unlikely that they drank here. And besides, the only person he would ever invite into his home is Wei Wuxian and he leaves proof of his presence around wherever he goes.
Lan Wangji shakes his head and tries to push every thought of Wei Wuxian away as he walks over to his bedroom. He opens the door and then promptly freezes in the frame.
There, in his bed, in his very own bed, is Wei Wuxian.
Lan Wangji blinks a few times, hopes that maybe he does have a hangover for once and is simply imagining things, but then Wei Wuxian huffs out a little breath and snuggles deeper into the bedding.
Lan Wangji feels a lot like dying.
He turns around on his heels and closes the door behind him. Wei Wuxian cannot be in his bed. It’s where Lan Wangji has always wanted him, and where Wei Wuxian would never willingly go, and Lan Wangji might be freaking out right now.
He goes to call his brother.
“Wangji?” Lan Xichen asks with concern, because Lan Wangji usually doesn’t call him.
“Wei Wuxian is in my bed,” Lan Wangji starts with and there’s a pause on the other end.
“Congratulations,” Lan Xichen eventually says, and he sounds honestly happy for him, too.
“No,” Lan Wangji hisses and then takes a deep breath. “I don’t remember. I think I got drunk, and I don’t know why he’s in my bed. What do I do?”
“Maybe ask him what happened?” Lan Xichen suggests and it’s so rational, Lan Wangji wants to crush his phone in his hand.
“I can’t just ask him,” he gives back.
“You also can’t just pretend nothing happened,” Lan Xichen reasonably says and Lan Wangji grumbles. “He knows you forget things when you drink. Just ask him,” Lan Xichen advises him and Lan Wangji closes his eyes.
Wei Wuxian is in his bed. He can’t just ask about that.
“Thank you, brother,” Lan Wangji says even though he doesn’t mean it and promptly hangs up on Lan Xichen.
He takes a few deep, centring breaths, before he walks over to his bedroom again. It’s still terribly early, at least for Wei Wuxian, but if Lan Wangji has to wonder about this situation for even a minute longer he’s going to lose his mind.
Wei Wuxian is still deeply asleep when he enters, but this time Lan Wangji doesn’t freeze.
“Wei Ying,” he says and progressively gets louder when Wei Wuxian doesn’t react.
“Wei Ying!” he almost shouts, and finally, Wei Wuxian sits up, blinking at him and Lan Wangji almost chokes on his breath when the blanket slides down and reveals a naked Wei Wuxian.
Lan Wangji quickly turns around, sure that he’s beet red in the face and he pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” he presses out, and even though he has his back to Wei Wuxian he can feel his disappointment.
“You said you wouldn’t forget!” Wei Wuxian complains and there is a lot of grumbling, and a lot of noises Lan Wangji tries not to think about, like Wei Wuxian sliding out of bed, and pulling on clothes. “I’m decent, you can turn around,” Wei Wuxian eventually says and Lan Wangji turns back towards him only to almost die on the spot.
Wei Wuxian’s definition of ‘decent’ is very different than Lan Wangji’s own. He’s not even wearing a shirt.
“Forget what?” Lan Wangji forces himself to say, and he somehow manages to drag his eyes away from Wei Wuxian’s naked chest, even though it’s the hardest thing he ever had to do.
“You got drunk,” Wei Wuxian tells him and Lan Wangji raises an eyebrow at him, because that is more than clear by now.
Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes in response.
“You got drunk, because you mixed up our glasses,” Wei Wuxian explains and that, Lan Wangji can believe. “You started to tidy everything up and then—,” Wei Wuxian trails off here before he visibly gets himself back together and forces a smile on his face. “And then you offered me the bed,” he finishes, but Lan Wangji knows he’s lying.
“Wei Ying, lying is forbidden,” he reminds him and Wei Wuxian laughs awkwardly.
“It’s okay that you forgot, no need to drag it back up,” Wei Wuxian tells him and Lan Wangji goes cold.
“If I did something—,” he starts, but he can’t even bring himself to finish the sentence.
If he hurt Wei Wuxian he’s never going to forgive himself.
“No!” Wei Wuxian immediately tells him, because Lan Wangji is apparently very easy to read. “No, Lan Zhan, you did nothing, I promise.”
“What happened then?” Lan Wangji wants to know and Wei Wuxian sighs.
He still hesitates to answer, but eventually he squares his shoulders.
“I want you to know that nothing has to change, okay?” he starts and immediately dread settles low in Lan Wangji’s stomach.
He must have done something to make Wei Wuxian start like this.
“You—you said you wanted to kiss me,” Wei Wuxian lowly confesses and the smile on his face is way too sad for Lan Wangji’s liking. “But you said you won’t do it when you’re drunk, even though you promised to remember everything about the evening and then you offered me the bed. You slept on the couch so I couldn’t sneak out, or at least that’s what you said.”
Wei Wuxian doesn’t meet his eyes after the admission.
“Nothing has to change, Lan Wangji, I know you didn’t mean it. It’s okay,” he says, and he sounds so dejected Lan Wangji itches to go over and pull him close, but there’s another matter that’s bothering him even more right now.
“Why are you naked?” he wants to know and startles a laugh out of Wei Wuxian.
“I don’t like to sleep in my clothes,” he easily admits and Lan Wangji accepts that explanation.
“I still want to,” he then says, because he cannot have Wei Wuxian look that unhappy, not if he can do something about it.
At least he hopes he can do something about it.
“Huh?” Wei Wuxian asks and raises his head again.
“I still want to kiss you,” Lan Wangji clarifies, even though the words try to hide in his mouth. “If you want me to, that is,” he tacks on, because he doesn’t want to pressure Wei Wuxian, never wants him unhappy.
“You—want to?” Wei Wuxian haltingly asks and Lan Wangji nods once.
He’s rewarded when Wei Wuxian’s entire being lights up at that.
“Lan Zhan, I wanted to kiss you for so long,” he admits and when he makes grabby hands at Lan Wangji, it only takes him three steps to cross over to him.
“Me too,” he tells Wei Wuxian and gently cups his cheek in his hand.
He wanted to kiss Wei Wuxian from the moment he first met him. He can hardly believe that he gets to do it now.
“Are you sure?” he asks, needing to hear it again, because for all that he is sure Wei Wuxian is his soulmate, they are friends first.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whines and tilts his face up as he fists his hands in Lan Wangji’s shirt. “I barely slept last night because it was all I could think about, please would you just—”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because Lan Wangji swallows the words right out of his mouth. It takes Wei Wuxian a beat to get with the program, but then he is very enthusiastic about it.
It’s better than anything Lan Wangji dared to dream about.