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Here’s the thing.
“Lan Zhan?”
This is a situation Wei Ying, not even in his wildest dreams, would have thought could even come to happen. However, here he is, in his best friend’s– and love of his life may he clarify— arms; unable to move and close to having a heart attack, thank you very much.
What’s the thing again? Ah, yes. Lan Zhan is drunk.
It’s truly a surprise, to be completely honest. Lan Zhan is definitely not one to drink. So when Wei Ying received a weird text message consisting of numerous typographical errors from none other than the man himself, he knew something was up.
lan zhan <3 (7:30 PM)
wii yng i mss yoh. pldase don’t grt marrief
Quite uneasy, he decided to call him. Right on the second ring, Lan Zhan picked up. His voice was somewhat drowsy but no less sexy. In fact, the low rumble of Wei Ying’s name over the speakers and against his ears had Wei Ying holding himself against a chair because, wow holy shit.
“Lan Zhan?” he said, his voice slightly trembling. He cleared his throat before asking, “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
There was a low hum and then a long, loud, sigh.
Well that’s just fantastic for Wei Ying’s self-control (insert sarcastic smiley emoji here).
Before he could have said something else, Lan Zhan muttered, “Come here.”
Wei Ying swallowed hard, “W-where?”
“My house. To me. With me,” he emphasized that last phrase, almost like a growl but more closely to a plead. It made Wei Ying’s heart sear with heat and melt in soft warmth.
Thus, unable to deny anything to the owner of every beat of his heart, Wei Ying went to Lan Zhan’s house. What he encountered, however, was nowhere close to what he had expected.
“Lan Zhan... are you drunk!?”
The man in mention looked away, ears flushed a lovely pink. He did not say a word which in the Lan Zhan Dictionary it means “I cannot lie thus I will simply stay silent which still implies... That the answer is indeed what I do not want to accept or deny.”
Wei Ying sighed, a bit angry actually. He was pretty worried about him, almost ate two red lights on his way here.
“You said you were sick!”
Lan Zhan gave him a faint glare before he looked away again, “Mn. I am sick. Lovesick.”
Wei Ying was struck speechless.
What in the ever loving fuck—
“Ya, Lan Zhan. What do you mean lovesick...” a terrible sensation started crawling and sticking like cold sweat on Wei Ying’s body. “Y-you... Do you like someone?”
A short silence and then, “Mn.”
“Ah... hahaha, who would have thought...” Wei Ying said, voice slowly growing lower, tired— almost a whisper at the end.
His ears are filled with a ringing noise.
Fuck, that hurts.
Strangely his chest couldn’t expand properly, and it was hard as fuck to breathe. He wanted to ask so many questions, who, where, when, how, why... Why why why why why.
Why not me?
But the words were stuck in his dry throat, his eyes burn from keeping back the prickling tears begging to be freed and his heart hurt.
He was so confused he had not even noticed the moment Lan Zhan had shifted and moved them both, clumsily, towards the sofa. He missed the moment Lan Zhan had sat and pulled Wei Ying down with him, onto his lap before embracing him tightly against his front.
It took Wei Ying half a minute to come back to his senses and realize what was currently happening.
So here’s the thing.
“Lan Zhan?”
This is a situation Wei Ying, not even in his wildest dreams, would have thought could even come to happen. Yet, here he is, so close and warm and pressed against Lan Zhan that he can hear every single, soft yet erratic beat of his heart. Is a song he wishes to listen for the rest of his life.
If... you know, his own heart is able to make it out alive of this situation because hey! he’s in Lan Zhan’s arms, straddling him and so close that if he moves just a little and looks up he might be able to taste his breath and take a small bite out of those soft, rosy lips—
The sound of Lan Zhan’s voice, tainted with a drop of sadness, brings Wei Ying out of his thoughts, “Me.”
Wei Ying tries for his voice to come out normal, “What?”
It comes awfully strained.
Lan Zhan speaks again, nuzzling against the crown of Wei Ying’s head, “Me.”
“You what?” Wei Ying asks again, this time a little desperate because Lan Zhan shouldn’t do that, not when he is in love with someone else and Wei Ying is bleeding from his broken heart masochistically wanting for this one moment to never end. “You what, Lan Zhan?”
Rain starts to fall in faint droplets.
“Marry. Wei Ying get married with me,” those words come as sheepish whispers breathed against his hair, the grip around his body tightening as Lan Zhan pulls him closer still.
There’s definitely a malfunction going on inside Wei Ying’s head because he could have not heard what he just heard.
He’s shaking, “What did you just say?”
Lan Zhan pushes him back gently, his face a little more flushed than before. He is drunk, completely drunk. There’s a pout formed on his lips, which is absolutely adorable, and his brows furrowed deep in annoyance and hurt. One of his hands comes up to trail a finger lightly over Wei Ying’s cheek and it truly sparks every fiber of Wei Ying’s being.
“Wei Ying is getting married. It hurts,” Lan Zhan says instead. It confuses Wei Ying further, the word married lingering in his mind like a roulette.
“M-married? Me? To whom, Lan Zhan? I don’t even have a partner!”
This makes Lan Zhan blink twice before glaring again, “I heard Wei Ying say it.”
This makes Wei Ying laugh, “What? Hahaha, Lan Zhan when have I ever said such a thing?”
“Hallway. Nie Huaisang,” Lan Zhan explains, sort of.
It then comes raining down on Wei Ying, the conversation he had with his friend a few hours ago in front of his apartment.
“So, you really do like him huh, Wei-xiong?” his friend had asked.
Wei Ying blushed, shook his head, “Hahaha, the word like is an understatement. I’m so in love it’s driving me insane. I’d marry him right now if I could.”
Wei Ying’s jaw drops, “Y-you were listening!?”
Almost looking in pain, Lan Zhan nods and subtly looks over to the dining table where a bouquet of flowers lays dejectedly. Wei Ying’s heart flutters with hope.
“Lan Zhan... What were you doing at my apartment floor?”
Is still very present to Wei Ying’s senses that he is sitting on Lan Zhan’s lap, okay, and that Lan Zhan is faintly trailing circles on his lower back and it feels amazing so even though all these things happening that are sending Wei Ying’s heart into a frenzy, Lan Zhan’s next words truly were the end of him.
“Wanted to ask Wei Ying out for dinner. Give him flowers. I planned to kiss him. To tell him my feelings,” he said it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. As if... it’s a fact Wei Ying should have known beforehand.
“I love Wei Ying. Very much,” he gently holds Wei Ying’s lovestruck face in his hands and frowns adorably, “Wei Ying is... my entire fucking world.”
Wei Ying snaps into broken gasps of laughter at the curse. This makes Lan Zhan frown more, his ears blush deeper and his light-golden eyes to look more intently into Wei Ying’s own.
“I fucking love you. Wei Ying.”
Unable to resist, he leans in and presses a soft, chaste peck on Lan Zhan’s lips. He touches his cheek, pokes his nose and whispers with the happiest sigh he has ever breathed in his life, “I fucking love you, too. Lan Zhan.”
This is the first time Wei Ying has ever witnessed Lan Zhan opening his eyes as wide as a fish, to say it in a way, and it makes him laugh delighted.
Lan Zhan blinks, “But Wei Ying wants to marry—”
“You, Lan Zhan. You’re the person I am in love with to the point of insanity, you fuddy-duddy.”
Saying this, he pushes Lan Zhan onto his back on the couch and lays on top of him almost in a predatory stance yet is all too sweet and warm for it to be nothing but playful.
Leaning in to breathe against Lan Zhan’s lovely and slightly parted lips, Wei Ying says adoringly, “It can’t be anyone else but you.”
The next morning, Lan Zhan wakes up to a sleeping Wei Ying in his arms. There are light love-bites over his neck and collarbone— skin absolutely exposed under the faint sunlight entering through the window and curtains.
Wei Ying is, yes, very naked from the waist up and Lan Zhan resists the urge to groan at the sight of him curled against his own body.
It’s still unbelievable to him that the past night was not a dream.
One of Wei Ying’s hands is curled against his chest, and on one of his fingers— that finger— has a ring made with rubber band tied in a knot to fit the size. Lan Zhan’s heart does this weird twist inside his chest and when he looks at his own hand pushing back strands of hair off Wei Ying’s face, he finds a similar ring on his own finger.
He wonders if he actually died.
But then a whinny sound comes from his side, and a warm body moves closer against him. Lips begin to press soft kisses against his shoulder, trailing up his neck, jaw and then lips. It’s so nice Lan Zhan almost lets himself moan in relief. Wei Ying deepens the kiss and it’s a matter of minutes before both of them are left panting to catch air.
Lan Zhan looks at Wei Ying and it’s almost blinded by the absolute beauty he irradiates.
The happiness painted ever so lovingly over his features, a smile so beautiful Lan Zhan makes an oath to always keep it on Wei Ying’s face.
And it’s just like this, how every morning will start to be every day, for the rest of their lives.
“Good morning, Lan Zhan!”
Lan Zhan smiles, presses a kiss to his forehead, “Good morning, Wei Ying.”