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This is the secret: Zhangjing has two bucket lists. One is for the things he wants to do before he dies, the other is for all the things he wants to do with Lin Yanjun before the latter falls in love with someone else.
Zhangjing wakes up to a strange sound. He tries to blink the sleep left in his eyes away, then he sees Yanjun standing by the doorway. Yanjun was cradling something that resembles a newborn child carefully wrapped in a pink towel; it lets out yet another noise, and before Zhangjing could even name what it was, it squirmed hard enough to reveal its head.
"Oh my god!"
"Yeah, that’s right. I hope you like her," Yanjun took quick strides towards the bed, still struggling to keep the tiny piglet in his arms all the while. "She doesn't seem to like me, though. I think she has your attitude."
Kkkrongk! The pig does not agree.
Own a pet piglet and name it Peppa <3
"Look at how lovely my tomatoes are!" There was so much pride in Zhangjing's tone as he gently plucked the ripe ones from his little tree, talking mostly to himself instead of Yanjun who preferred just watching him hold a watering can over the plants. "Drink well, baby veggies!"
Yanjun adjusts himself on the garden chair, leaning a bit forward. "Aren't tomatoes considered fruits?"
"Stop right there, Lin Yanjun. You think I'm going to give you any of my precious sandwiches later with what you said?"
In the end when Zhangjing makes the sandwiches, he still gave Yanjun one; Yanjun steals another bite from Zhangjing's own sandwich too, earning him a glare. It didn’t matter, for it tasted sweeter than anything in the world.
Grow some vegetables and eat them~
“Quit moving too much,” Zhangjing stops brushing but kept his hands on Yanjun’s hair. When the latter stretched his back up straight, Zhangjing continued the instruction as shown on the hair dye’s box. “This is going to be so cool.”
“I told you there were a lot of dark colors, or that maybe we could try silver. I doubt that what you picked would be cool.”
Zhangjing bonked his head with the thin brush. “Anything on you looks cool. So shut up, we’re going to wait for a while before you could wash that.”
“Half of my head feels heavy.” Yanjun mutters, pouting at him through the mirror. Zhangjing chuckles. Of course, dummy, we’re only dyeing half.
Get hair dye that catches the eye O.O
“Nooo! She won’t remember Bing Bong anymore?” Zhang Jing cries as they watched the pink elephant from «Inside Out» turn into a dust of forgotten memory.
“Why did Sandy have to die!!” Zhangjing cries yet again, when the cute yellow sand guy from «Rise of the Guardians» slowly lost its bright color and turned black.
“I don’t want to watch any more,” Zhangjing’s eyes were puffy now, and Yanjun almost thought he meant what he said. He handed Zhangjing a new roll of tissue. “Thanks. Nemo is fucking stupid.”
“Mhm.” Yanjun agrees with a hum but the truth is, his mind’s too distracted by Zhangjing being so pretty even when he cries.
have a fun afternoon watching a marathon of animated movies
The whole thing looked like it's gonna fall over in a second, and Zhangjing could only chortle in amusement. "What is this?"
"Pizza?"
Zhangjing tried to hold back, but there's this sheepish grin on Yanjun's face like it was permission for Zhangjing to just start teasing him to no end. And that's exactly what Zhangjing does. "This isn't just one pizza but a tower of mini pizzas! Yanjun, what exactly is going on in your mind," he was letting out giggles as he spoke.
"Hey, at least I got you something good," Yanjun says accusingly. "I'm going to light it now, then we'll take a photo before you gobble it all up."
Zhangjing slaps his arm, but blows the light of the candle on top of the mini pizza tower anyway.
Strike a pose with the leaning tower of Pisa PIZZA
Yanjun's pretty sure that this is the result of Zhangjing being left to watch too much videos on the internet. "This is insane, I'm telling you."
"Yeah? Can't hear you!" Zhangjing starts hitting him with his own pillow, the soft material hitting Yanjun right on the face. "Fight me!"
"Now, you asked for it," he playfully hits Zhangjing back with the pillow he was forced to carry a while ago, surrendering any care he had left about the people who could see them playing like this, as if they were just kids who brought their silly game outside.
"Don't hit on the face!"
They just knew they both have been laughing their hearts out, almost breathless, almost careless.
Pillow fight in public LOL
Today he looks at the scale and realizes just how much weight he's lost. Zhangjing had wanted to be thinner so bad back then, and now he just shakes his head at the thought.
Yanjun snakes his arms around his waist later that night. Was he just sensitive, or was he too thin that Yanjun's touch tickles him to the bones? "What's bothering you?"
"Nothing much," Zhangjing lied, but the facade falls when Yanjun kisses his temple, lips lingering on his skin. He sighs. "You keep hugging me like there's something to hug."
"Hmm? I am hugging a lot. I'm hugging my world."
LOSE WEIGHT!!!
"It's too warm," Zhangjing complains to him, but Yanjun shrugs and only pulls him closer. Zhangjing gives up and doesn't push him off. "You're so stubborn."
Yanjun doesn't protest to that, because he knows that he is admittedly stubborn. And he's not letting go any soon. Not when he's got Zhangjing right here. Not when they're tangled together, breathing in sync.
They don't speak for a while, but Zhangjing lets out a deep sigh and murmurs something to his chest. "Thank you."
Yanjun stays there, lying with Zhangjing for god knows how long. He waits, and waits some more, holding onto the lifeless body tighter, hoping he'd be warm enough for the both of them up until he could finally let go.
sleep for hours on a hammock!
This was the secret: Zhang Jing had two bucket lists. One was for the things he wanted to do before he dies. The other one was gone, hastily thrown away in his hospital room's garbage bin when Lin Yanjun found them, promising he won't fall in love with someone else even when the first list is done, not even when Zhangjing is gone.