Shen Wei finds Zhao Yunlan camping out in Shen Wei’s apartment, and for a second, honestly thinks about using his powers to get himself the fuck out of there, but he can’t, because this Yunlan doesn’t know he’s the Black Cloak Envoy yet.
“Stop avoiding me, Shen Wei,” Yunlan says, from where he’s sprawled out across Shen Wei’s couch. Normally, that would be a very familiar and very welcome sight. Today, it just makes Shen Wei want to flee. “I just want some answers, but no-one is telling me anything. Even Lao Chu said that he’ll only answer my questions if you allow it. What the fuck is going on?”
Shen Wei averts his eyes. He’s never learned how to lie to Yunlan properly. “I’m not sure what sort of answers you expect me to have,” Shen Wei tells him. “I’m just a university professor-”
“Bullshit,” Yunlan snaps, jumping to his feet. “Look, I may have temporarily lost my memory, but it’s more than clear that the SID listens to you. That they trust you.”
Shen Wei tries very hard to keep from reacting, to not show how anguished he is at the mention of Yunlan’s memory loss.
“Shen Wei, I might not remember you,” Yunlan says, coming closer to Shen Wei, “but my heart does.”
Shen Wei looks up at that. “I-”
Yunlan shakes his head. “My heart races when I see you, it aches when you leave,” Yunlan continues, gripping Shen Wei’s shoulders. “It’s telling me that you must be important to me, that I must love you. But you keep avoiding me, and I just. I just want to know.”
“Yunlan,” Shen Wei breathes out, and then catches himself. He looks at Yunlan, ignores how the way Yunlan’s face falls makes Shen Wei’s heart break a little. “I think you must have the wrong idea,” he says, gently shaking Yunlan’s grip off himself. “I don’t have the answers you’re looking for.”
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@thewickling said I had to do the words thing to make it happy, so I guess I’m doing the words thing to make it happy:
Zhao Yunlan, because he’s Zhao Yunlan, doesn’t leave things well alone, not even after Shen Wei politely invites him out of his apartment, and asks him not to break in again, because Shen Wei comes home again the next day to find Yunlan, once again, sprawled out on his couch.
“Chief Zhao, you-”
“Don’t mind me,” Yunlan says. “For some reason that no-one is telling me, I feel more at home in your apartment than mine. And since I’m not allowed to go back to work yet and have to bore myself to death at home, I figured I’d do it where I was truly at home.”
His emphasis does not go unnoticed by Shen Wei.
Tag: good fic
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Was that before or after you slept with him?
Pete walks towards the IC Building. He spots Tin, sitting outside on a bench, which is not abnormal.
What is abnormal is how Tin’s eyes are following someone. His laptop is out, but his fingers are still. Pete tries to trace his line of sight and finds Can on the other side of the street, laughing and joking with other people. Tin looks like he wants to stab them.
“Oh Ai Tin, I didn’t know that you know Ai Can,” Pete says as he sits beside Tin.
Pete watches Tin’s body language as he answers. His shoulders and back slouch, like he’s curling in on himself. The tips of Tin’s ears turn pink and Tin actually looks to the side instead of at Pete. “Let’s just say that we’ve ‘crossed paths’.”
Pete takes it all in before asking, “Was that before or after you slept with him?”
“What? How did you?”
Pete smiles. “You seem so besotted, Ai Tin. It’s refreshing.” Pete pats Tin on the shoulder before he gets up. “Also Ai Can has been shouting about how he can’t believe he lost his virginity to you at soccer practice. Bye!”
Pete turns to look after he’s walked off for a few steps to see Tin marching towards Can with a strange look on his face. Certainly Can’s going to get a repeat at this rate, Pete thinks.
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: I’ve been dropping subtle hints that I like him.
“Tin, have you told Ai Can that you might like him,” Pete asked during class one day. Tin, in a rare show of openness, had confessed his growing feelings. “He’s very straightforward like Ae. He won’t get it unless you say it.”
Tin didn’t look up from his computer, but he stopped tapping his pen.
“I’ve been dropping subtle hints that I like him,” Tin replied. “Very subtle.”
“Uh… Very subtle you say?”
“I can’t stand you, Thai Program,” Tin said in a low voice.
“I can’t stand you either, Unloved Child,” Can replied loudly.
“It’s a work in progress,” Tin said offhandedly. “Very preliminary.”
“Right. I’m sure you’ll get it done, Ai Tin,” Pete said brightly. “He’s more of a disaster than Pond,” Pete thought to himself.
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: So is that a ‘I like you too’ or what?!
Sometimes Can wasn’t sure what went on in Tin’s head.
Tin’s plans were never straightforward at the best of times. His strange ways of alluding to things often went over Can’s head. And really, who knew what was really going on in the heads of the rich?
Can faults himself for not expecting the same level of obtuseness from Tin’s “confession.”
“There’s no denying that I have feelings for you that can’t be explained in any other way,” Tin says. He pauses for a moment. “I briefly considered that I had a brain parasite, but that seems even more far-fetched.”
Can could only reply, “Are you sure you don’t have a brain parasite because that doesn’t make any sense!”
Tin rolled his eyes. “I like you, idiot. There’s no other reason why I could feel this way.”
Can thought about it for a moment. “So you’re sure you don’t have a brain parasite? Maybe you’re having a stroke. Or dementia.”
Tin sighed and pulled Can in for a kiss. Can did always respond better to physical stimuli.
Stop, stop, stop
For @andwebegin based on this prompt.
Pairing: TinCan
As Can takes the time to get to know Tin, Can realizes that Tin has several bad habits. It’s not that Can is a saint or perfect, but his bad habits are different than Tin’s so he gets to judge.
And really, Can is just happy to have some manner of ammunition.
The first bad habit is that Tin talks to himself in the mirror. Not a small hype talk or encouragement. Can has watched from afar as Tin actually bounces ideas while talking to the mirror, as if the surface reflects more than just light.
The second bad habit is that Tin knows how to cook but refuses to do so. His entire fridge and freezer is full of frozen food and take-out. It’s a wonder Tin hasn’t died of scurvy yet, but at least Tin takes multivitamins and most of the food he orders has vegetables in it.
The third bad habit, and Can has no idea how Tin has survived this long from it, is that when he’s lost in his work, Tin loses sight of everything else. This can mean anything from losing track of time (Tin forgot about a date until it was twelve hours later and wondered by Can didn’t want to have dinner at 7 AM), to not sleeping (Can will never forget watching a sleep deprived Tin try to drink his notebook), to not watching where he’s going.
The first two effects of Tin’s tunnel vision are hilarious once or twice (Okay the sleep deprivation one is dangerous but incredibly funny because Tin’s confused expression whenever he attempts to eat/drink something that isn’t food will never fail to amuse Can). But Tin’s inability to watch where he’s going is going to actually kill him.
Can has managed to prevent this some how. Today is a prime example.
Today, Can walks on ahead, rambling as Tin checks his emails on his phone. An activity that Tin thankfully does not do often. As they reach the street corner, Can stops as the light changes. A few moments later, Tin walks up and continues walking. Can thrusts his arm out in time to prevent Tin from walking right into a car and becoming a rich smear on the pavement.
Tin, to his credit, stops the minute he makes contact with Can’s arm, but continues his email. The minute Can drops his arm, Tin continues walking as if nothing happened.
This repeats several times.
Can is concerned and decides to confront Tin. There’s no point in dating him if he’s got a death wish.
“Do you normally not look where you’re going?” Can asks over dinner. “I’ve never seen you so distracted, are your emails that important?”
“I don’t do it when I’m alone,” Tin says putting some more meat into the boiling broth. “Here, this is cooked. Eat this.”
Can happily holds out his bowl, but he catches onto the previous sentence. “So you only do this when you’re with people?”
“I only do it around you.”
“What?! Why?!”
Tin looks up from his rice and blinks. “I trust you to stop me.”
A warm feeling grows from Can’s chest and he’s pretty sure it’s something like love and trust, but it’s also tinged with annoyance. “That’s very sweet, Tin.” And Tin smiles and Can almost wants to not say the next part. “But please for my sanity, stop that.”
— Jodi Lynn Anderson
It’s been a year, Can realizes.
One long year filled with ups and downs with Tin.
The stories the other students tell are fantastical in nature. Tin is the Ice King of the IC Department, so cold and aloof, high above everyone and yet here his heart has melted for a Thai Program Sports Science major like Can! It is a romance that could only happen in a drama, they say.
The reasons why range from a love spell cast by Can, to blackmail, to tales of a stolen kiss. They whisper about how it was jealousy of other friends turned lovers. They cast snide glances and call Can a gold digger. They watch the two walk by, not holding hands, but close, so close even air molecules have to squeeze between them, and wonder if they’re even together.
But Can pays them no mind, or else Tin would be upset. A year later and Tin is still unsure of his welcome. Still worried that for all the hurts he’s caused, for all the hurts he carries, he’s not worthy of Can. But he tries so hard. Tin is the first to apologize after every fight, the first to cry in the quiet spaces they share, the first to say, “I love you.”
Tin says it every morning when he passes Can his breakfast. Says it in the afternoon, brushing a kiss against Can’s temple as they sit together for lunch. Says it in between kisses to ice cream sweetened lips after dinner. Says it in the air between them on the weekends where they lie together on Tin’s bed.
Tin’s heart is hurt, bruised and damaged by his family. Can knows it is on the mend, it has been on the mend since the day their fates were wound together. The red thread that binds them stitches each wound shut slowly.
But that does not stop Tin from offering this wounded heart on a platter every day. Tin tears himself open, bit by bit, breaking down his walls and lets Can in. And Can gladly accepts, holds Tin close, cups his heart in his hands like it’s a fragile and precious thing, and promises to keep it safe.
And Can would fight ten thousand mocking stares and ten thousand sneers to keep Tin’s heart safe. He would fight gladly. And Can knows he would win.
Resolution confirmed, Can runs off to find Tin. They have an anniversary to celebrate after all. The rumors about them be damned.
Heavy is the crown
Long Time No See, Chisoo/Gitae
Gitae POV
Spoilers if you haven’t watched LTNS!Preview:
Gitae has had a lot of identities in his life. Previously a diligent son now a doting and sweet younger brother, the guy next door helping at the restaurant, the cute web novel lover, the Mad Dog, Black Leopard’s best kept secret, his ace in the hole, murderer.He has juggled them all, switches between them with the kind of fluidity seen only in actors and dancers. Seamless, transitionless, were it not for the change in his eyes, you could never tell them all apart.
But here and now, Gitae wishes he could strip them all away, just be Gitae, and lay himself bare before Chisoo.
@andwebegin @earthpodd @lazygeisha
AHAHAHA HAVE SOME FEELS OK I’M GOING TO DO MY ACTUAL JOB NOW BYE
@weilongfu Okay, I love this piece the most. You know in the movie, they gave snippets of Gi Tae’s guilt and confusion over falling in love with Chi Soo? I just feel that it isn’t explored as much as it could have been. So to see this depiction through his eyes is just the best and it’s so in character. Like legit, I could imagine this being part of a scene in the movie.
Happy Dagger (Claim me as thy sheath)
WELP NO ONE DISSUADED ME FROM THE IDEA SO THIS IS NSFW IF YOU WERE WONDERING AND I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR ANY TRAUMA THIS MAY CAUSE
Long Time No See, Chisoo/Gitae
@andwebegin @earthpodd Please don’t judge me.
The Leopard’s Parting Gift
Fandom: Long Time No See
Pairing: Chisoo/GitaePreview:
It was over and done with. Black Rose (“Abeoji,” Chisoo thinks. He doesn’t think he can ever not call him abeoji.) has been silenced. And for the last few months, Chisoo finally feels like the water runs clear when he washes his hands.
So it’s a surprise, although some part of Chisoo should have known it was coming, to see Uncle Black Leopard walk into the restaurant, boisterous, loud, and casual, flanked by two or three men as guards. They easily order several dishes as well as drinks from Gitae. Chisoo sees rather than hears the words, “Mad Dog.”
@andwebegin LOOK I WROTE LTNS FIC BECAUSE I LOVE THESE MURDER BABIES. NO REGRETS.
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Wish you would.
Tin steps close to Can after being dragged into the locker room. The memory of how Ae had done the same to Pete rings in Tin’s mind. Pete did not admit to Tin what had happened afterwards, but Pete’s adamant refusal of Tin spoke volumes.
Would today be a repeat with him and Can?
Tin wonders what it would be like if Can stopped running his mouth right now. He wonders if Can’s lips are still soft and strawberry flavored, wonders what they’d feel like wrapped around his dick. Wonders what the other parts of Can taste like, if they’re similarly addictive. Tin has thought about it plenty, letting his hands wander over Can’s body, finding all the places that would drive him mad.
What really gets Tin off though, is the thought of Can holding him down, having his way. Tin knows he’s a little taller, a little broader, but Can has been an athlete for a long time if the muscles in his legs are any indication. Tin has felt the strength in Can’s grip, and it sends shivers down his spine when he’s alone at night.
How would Can start? Would he be slow and teasing, doing his best to drive Tin mad? Or would he be fast and impulsive, raw and animalistic, bruises and bites all over, leaving Tin with an ache so deep it feels good? Tin lets his mind drift through his favorite fantasies while Can keeps ranting, working out his words and logic.
Can’s volume is increasing and Tin realizes that Can has been ranting at his resting bitch face for the last ten minutes.
“Fuck you!” Can says finally.
“I wish you would,” Tin says without realizing it.
“God, yes,” Can replies before pulling Tin in by his tie and kissing him.
Can’s lips are actually cherry flavored today, but no less addictive. And judging by the grip Can has on his tie, Tin thinks he’s going to find out which hypothesis is correct.
The Last Good Bar 