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The OST is so good I couldn't resist
POV: 3rd Person
"Co-Liuyi." He calls the shorter man.
It's been a few months, and it seems he's only growing taller and taller. Just last month, they were the same height. But now, he's half a head taller than the gangster whose hands are intertwined with his own.
There's a song playing in the back on his record. Famous nowadays by a pop star. The scratchiness of it faded under the fast beat. Chusan has been trying to teach him a paired dance, except they don't own any actual classicals.
Liuyi preferred music like this, which was surprising. A love song that was so sweet it almost mirrored their real life.
You've already fallen for me; don't ask for anymore reason.
"But why do we have to learn such a complicated dance? It's not like we're in the '20s." Liuyi's eyes have that innocent gloss, so pretty for someone who's seen so many things.
"Because, I want to hold you." Chusan has gotten more confident. A true gentleman with the same amount of experience as Liuyi—but why is it that the younger man is the one making his heart speed up? He's eaten twice as many beef offal bowls as the office worker, but he's still so much more awkward when he tries to flirt.
My life is too fragile, and yet, you choose to accept it all.
His slender hands wrap around hard, rough ones. Liuyi's palm has blade creases in it, while his only has a pen's. The lollipop sits inside the older man's cheek, which only blushes on his tan skin. Chusan's other hand leaves the waist to brush over the scarred face.
"Fine. Whatever you want." Wind blows through the semi-opaque curtains, the moonlight shining on their faces when it catches skin. Liuyi's head turns down to watch his steps, his gelled hair breaking as the wind courses through; there's a faint smell of alcohol and smoke. Cologne just underneath. But deeper was his true scent. Calming and spiced with sweat on a hot summer night.
You say that we are different. "Don't get too close." Yet, every time the night falls, you stay by my side until the very end.
The lyrics are so close to their lives that Chusan almost thinks Liuyi wrote the song himself and made the singer go into the booth, but what are the chances?
"Is this right? Go left." Liuyi tells him even though he's not the instructor. Chusan goes anyway, so smitten over the older man that when Liuyi looks up from a lack of verbal response, he's startled at the look he's given.
Pure, unfiltered love.
Those eyes are staring right down at him, and he fights the initial instinct to run away and hide in their bed, under the covers where Chusan won't look at him like that. "W-why are you looking at me like that?"
"I love you."
You said the world was too heavy. Yet, you still stand there, shielding me from all the storms.
Chusan's hand takes the lollipop out of Liuyi's mouth. He bends low to kiss those slightly chapped lips. Feeling the breath hitch, the sweet taste of candy, before finding the undertone of smoke and purely Liuyi. His hands squeeze the man's waist as those arms snuck up to his chest, then wrapped around his neck, fingers threading into his hair and making it messy.
They sigh into each other's existence.
"It was you who loved me first." The man states, and Chusan can only smile even if he doubts it's true.
"I always love you." He takes the man's lips once more and pushes him slowly onto their bed. The fall gives a soft thump, and the record is playing another song on the album.
"What if it turns off?"
"Then I guess they'll hear you."
"Go close the window."
"It's hot."
"But—"
"Then.. let's try to be quiet." He takes Liuyi's lips once more, diving right into the man despite that gasp. This would muffle him for the rest of the night, and if his lips are swollen tomorrow, none of his subordinates will ask.
是你爱了我。
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Author's Note: I actually heard this song mid-episode and had to stop bc it was so good I had to genuinely go and listen to the whole thing. I didn't know he could go that high like dang