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Jiang Cheng woke up with a start.
“Shit!” He cursed, threw the blanket away. The number on his phone show that it was already half past seven, meaning he only had around 20 minutes to brush his teeth, wash his face, change into his working shirt and pants and take his laptop before drive through 2 traffic light stops. And hopefully he would have enough time to take a deep breath before the first employee enter the meeting room. Cursed Wei Wuxian and his stupid crush on the world’s thickest face Lan Wangji. Last night Wei Wuxian had called and screamed about the most recent shameless flirting from his “perfect Lan Zhan”, and as the world’s biggest oblivious pining idiot his brother had lost his mind not knowing what to do. Jiang Cheng was dead tired after a long day of work but Wei Wuxian had sounded so panic that he had no choice but to put up with that. It ended with Jiang Cheng fell asleep and forgot to set up his alarm and now he was running out of the bathroom in half-open shirt and wet hair be-of-fucking-course he was just that damn unlucky.
Throwing curses left and right Jiang Cheng run into the living room to grab his laptop and car key just the same time as Lan Huan walked out of the kitchen holding their breakfast.
“Oh,” Lan Huan smiled brightly at him. “I made some…”
“I’m late,” Jiang Cheng pushed his laptop and reports into his bag. Where the fuck is his phone?? “Don’t you dare doing the laundry!” For fuck sake it was on his pocket all this time. “You rip another one and I will run out of clothes to wear.”
Jiang Cheng hastily texting a message to his secretary telling her to set up everything first in case he couldn’t arrive on time. Jiang Cheng was so focus on not poking his phone with too much force that he didn’t even realize Lan Huan had walked over, put the food on the table, and buttoned his shirt for him.
“I have to go,” Jiang Cheng shoved his phone into his pocket while Lan Huan run his hands on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder to smooth out the fabric. He put his hand on Lan Huan’s chest for balance and tiptoed to quickly kiss the other man on the lips. “I will be back a little late but still on time for dinner. See you later.”
Then he grabbed his key and run out of the door.
Just as he thought, Jiang Cheng had exactly one second before Zhao Shu stepped into the room, looked at him from tip to toe, and raised her eyebrows.
“I know, don’t say anything,” Jiang Cheng grumbled while running his hand through his (still wet) hair. “Sorry. I was over sleep”.
Zhao Shu didn’t say anything for a blissful second before she took the seat next to him, took out her phone, started typing and spoke. “Busy last night?”
Jiang Cheng groaned. He really wanted and really didn’t want to talk about it. Oh, you stayed up late last night to hear your brother’s heartbreaking romantic love story? Aww you are such a softie <3! No Thank you very much!!
“Yes. Kind of,” At least his hair was somewhat acceptable now. His secretary hummed, still typing nonstop on her phone. Jiang Cheng wanted to ask what the heck was that but then the door opened and people started filling the room. Immediately he straightened his back, eyes looked forward and put the usual scowl on his face.
* * *
Lan Huan was humming his favorite song and folding today’s dry clothes when he received a message from Zhao Shu. He opened it and saw a picture that was clearly took from under the table. On the right side of the picture was Jiang Cheng who was standing, his body turned to pointed at something on the screen behind him. His bare neck tilted a little and there was a stray hair on his cheek. Normally at this angle Lan Huan could see the subtle curl of Jiang Cheng’s lower back or the cut of his waist. But the shirt he wore today was a little big on him that gave him a much softer look. Right under the picture was a message.
People saw him leave the company with you last night so the chat is pretty wild right now. But I married to a Lan, I know better, and since I can’t see any funny mask so far I bet it’s another reason. Very nice shirt by the way. Who knew our fearsome boss could look so cute in a babyblue oversize shirt with white cloud shaped buttons. Tho as your drearest cousin I recommend step up your game cause I know many young and beautiful men and women are ready to replace you anytime.
Lan Huan laughed, free and light-hearted. It was a mind-blank moment that he didn’t let Jiang Cheng know he took the wrong shirt because he liked the look of his clothes on Jiang Cheng so much. And then...
Lan Huan touched his lips, still felt the ghost of Jiang Cheng’s lips on him. He smiled, a comfortable warm settled inside his heart. The truth was they hadn’t talked much about this whole love thing between them, afraid the other would run away if they took a wrong step. But then Jiang Cheng had tilted his head, kissed him sweetly on his lips and talked about dinner like it was the most nature thing to do, like they had do it thousands times before. And Lan Huan would like to do it thousands times more if Jiang Cheng agree.
Folding Jiang Cheng’s purple shirt on top of his own, Lan Huan decided he would make lotus root pork soup tonight. And when both of them were full and warm and happy, Lan Huan would hold the love of his life’s hands, kiss him and tell him how much he loved him.
Still smiling, Lan Huan sent a text to Jiang Cheng.
“See you at home.”