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fluff #18 wangxian
#18 “I didn’t get soaked through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer, too. I know you’re sad, let me in.”
(the others are in my prompts list this is just the first one I finished.)
“Wei Ying.”
“Lan Zhan? What are you doing here?”
“Saw you upset earlier.” He holds out the pizza and a bag with a 6-pack to Wei Ying. “Wanted to make sure you ate.”
Wei Ying looks at his offerings and slowly takes them. “Thank you.”
Lan Zhan looks at him. He looks less upset than he did earlier, so Lan Zhan has done alright. He looks at Wei Ying for another beat, then nods and turns to leave.
“Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan where are you going?!”
Lan Zhan turns back. “Don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“No, no. Come in, I’d like the company.” Wei Ying smiles softly at him.
Lan Zhan is glad to see it. After Jin Zixuan insulted his sister and Wei Ying was dragged away before he could defend her, he hadn’t smiled all day. Lan Zhan doesn’t mind their work, but a big part of the reason he hasn’t left yet is because Wei Ying is there, and he’s not quite ready to live life without seeing him smile every day. He could get a job closer to his house that pays a little better, but that wouldn’t have Wei Ying.
When Wei Ying isn’t smiling his days don’t feel complete. He wanted to make Wei Ying smile if he could.
He feels out of place here, like he shouldn’t have delivered it to Wei Ying’s door. Maybe he should have ordered it to his place instead – like a surprise.
Instead, Wei Ying is gesturing him inside his apartment. Lan Zhan is already weak for Wei Ying’s smile, he’s bought a whole meal this evening for that smile. Of course, when Wei Ying smiles and invites him into his apartment, he’s going to go in.
This doesn’t help his rising feeling of awkwardness, though.
Wei Ying’s apartment is nice. It’s a little small, and there’s a nest of blankets on the sofa, like Wei Ying had been curled up there before Lan Zhan interrupted.
“I just got off the phone with my shijie, I-“ Wei Ying stops mid-sentence. “You’re all wet.”
“Raining.”
“Lan Zhan! You need to dry off, go and take a shower or something, I’ll find you some dry clothes.”
“Pizza will get cold.”
“I’ll warm it up, I want you to eat with me.”
Wangji guesses he should change. He is soaked through, he hadn’t really noticed until Wei Ying pointed it out. “Can I have a towel?”
Wei Ying jolts like he had forgotten that Wangji is standing there dripping on his carpet, and hurries off into one of the adjoining rooms, saying “of course, of course!”
Wangji changes into Wei Ying’s clothes, trying not to note too closely that they carry the lotus scent Wei Ying always has around him.
Wei Ying is standing by the microwave, heating the pizza slice by slice.
There’s a smile back in his eyes, and it makes Wangji’s lips twitch up. He knew he had missed seeing Wei Ying smile, but he didn’t realise just how much.
“This doesn’t seem like your usual kind of idea.” Wei Ying says.
Wangji looks at him and makes and enquiring “Mn?” sound.
Wei Ying holds up the beer.
Wangji looks down and hopes his ears aren’t too red. “Xiongzhang’s idea. He said –“
Wangji stops himself. He doesn’t want to say it out loud. He gets his phone, unlocks it, and shows Wei Ying the messages from his brother.
received 2h – xiongzhang
Bring him pizza and beer, he’ll like that. It’s raining, you can say “I didn’t get soaked through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer, too. I know you’re sad, let me in.”
received 2h – xiongzhang
Make sure you’re wet. Good luck!
Wei Ying snorts. “I would always let you in, Lan Zhan, you don’t have to nearly get hypothermia to get into my house.”
Lan Zhan smiles very softly at him, and distinctly hears Wei Ying’s breath catch.
Wei Ying retreats to the kitchen.
Lan Zhan arranges the blankets so two of them can sit in the nest Wei Ying has created.
Wei Ying comes through holding two plates, and smiles at him.
Lan Zhan asks him about his day, and Wei Ying speaks while they eat. Lan Zhan tells him about his rabbits breaking the ramp in their hutch, and delightedly listens to Wei Ying’s laughter as he admits he might have been overfeeding them. Well, the black one mostly.
He shouldn’t have favourites, but that rabbit –
When they finish eating, Wei Ying is back to his usual self.
“Hey, Lan Zhan, can you stay here tonight? I’ll sleep on the sofa, you can have my bed. I don’t really want to be alone.”
Wangji nods, and wishes he was more of a physical person so he could pull Wei Ying into his arms.
He doesn’t have to wish for long, because Wei Ying pushes him into a comfortable position then leans against him, tucking his legs beneath him and putting his head on Wangji’s shoulder.
“Pick something for us to watch, Lan Zhan, I’m just going to close my eyes.”
Wangji carefully puts his arm over Wei Ying’s shoulders, then picks something random which he ignores in favour of watching Wei Ying’s eyelashes flutter. It’s past nine, so he’s just as exhausted as Wei Ying seems to be.
When he wakes up, they’ve somehow arranged themselves into lying down on the sofa, Wei Ying lying on his chest, in his arms.
It feels right in a way Lan Zhan hasn’t experienced before.
He should get up. He shifts slightly and Wei Ying burrows further into his warmth.
Maybe ten more minutes.
