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(fic) tgcf | beefleaf
So, how about them beeves and leaves.
“Xuan-xiong.” In the late morning stillness, Shi Qingxuan’s laughter rings out clear as a bell. His long hair is fanned out across his pillow, his eyes bright as he smiles up at He Xuan. “Do you love me?”
From where he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, He Xuan surrenders his hand to Shi Qingxuan’s reaching fingers. He watches Shi Qingxuan watch him, silent, until it earns him a pout.
“You shouldn’t have to think this hard!”
He Xuan loves the way Shi Qingxuan is quick to trust him. The way he is happy to read his own meaning in everything He Xuan does, writing his own fairytale of how they are made for each other, saving him the effort of having to pretend to be anything more than the silent deadpan to Shi Qingxuan’s constant chatter and light laughter.
He Xuan turns toward Shi Qingxuan, silencing him with a kiss. Their fingers are still entwined and He Xuan catches Shi Qingxuan’s other wrist with his thumb, pinning both of them against the headboard. Shi Qingxuan hums against his mouth delightedly, kissing back.
He loves this too. The way Shi Qingxuan’s make space for him to fit closer. The way he hooks his ankle around the back of He Xuan’s leg to keep him where he is. He kisses like he doesn’t need to breathe, or isn’t interested in pulling his mouth away from He Xuan’s for long enough to do so.
He Xuan is going to love destroying him. He will love the feeling of crushing Shi Qingxuan’s heart in his hands. To teach him what it feels like to lose everything.
For now, He Xuan enjoys being his everything.
“Xuan-xiong.” In the late morning stillness, Shi Qingxuan’s laughter rings out clear as a bell. His long hair is fanned out across his pillow, his eyes bright as he smiles up at He Xuan. “Do you love me?”
From where he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, He Xuan surrenders his hand to Shi Qingxuan’s reaching fingers. He watches Shi Qingxuan watch him, silent, until it earns him a pout.
“You shouldn’t have to think this hard!”
He Xuan loves the way Shi Qingxuan is quick to trust him. The way he is happy to read his own meaning in everything He Xuan does, writing his own fairytale of how they are made for each other, saving him the effort of having to pretend to be anything more than the silent deadpan to Shi Qingxuan’s constant chatter and light laughter.
He Xuan turns toward Shi Qingxuan, silencing him with a kiss. Their fingers are still entwined and He Xuan catches Shi Qingxuan’s other wrist with his thumb, pinning both of them against the headboard. Shi Qingxuan hums against his mouth delightedly, kissing back.
He loves this too. The way Shi Qingxuan’s make space for him to fit closer. The way he hooks his ankle around the back of He Xuan’s leg to keep him where he is. He kisses like he doesn’t need to breathe, or isn’t interested in pulling his mouth away from He Xuan’s for long enough to do so.
He Xuan is going to love destroying him. He will love the feeling of crushing Shi Qingxuan’s heart in his hands. To teach him what it feels like to lose everything.
For now, He Xuan enjoys being his everything.
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“You fucked up about five steps ago in your grand plan,” Hua Cheng says, not lifting his gaze from his phone. “But sure.”
“Five steps ago?” He Xuan repeats disbelievingly. “How did I even—?”
“Back when you decided you were planning to take revenge. You don’t plan these things.”
“You set things on fire as a form of taking revenge,” He Xuan replies. “I’m not taking your advice on anything, thanks.”
Hua Cheng shrugs. “That’s why I’m married and you’re moping, I’m sure.”
“You’re not married, you just sent your boyfriend off to work with a packed lunch.”
“Same thing,” Hua Cheng dismisses. “At least gege likes me. And doesn’t send my calls straight to voice mail.”
He Xuan hasn’t even tried calling Shi Qingcuan in front of Hua Cheng. He sighs. “I don’t know what to do, or how to get him to listen to me.”
“Uh huh,” Hua Cheng says, clearly not listening. He shoves his phone in He Xuan’s face. “Look, I got a photo of gege sleeping yesterday afternoon.”
“You’re a bad friend,” He Xuan says, and then feels weird because it’s the first time he’s ever called Hua Cheng his friend. “Also, creepy.”
Hua Cheng shrugs. “Gege likes it.”