[the wait is almost as deadly as the implication of the fingers curled in wangji's robes. that drop of sweat winds down along his jaw and slips beneath his collar, sending a chill dancing down his spine. he expects wei ying to continue- wants him to for the pit in his stomach- but wei ying freezes.
and so does wangji. his heart stops in his chest, his lips part with his heavy breath, his eyes focus entirely on wei ying's face.
maybe- maybe wei ying really doesn't want to kiss him. maybe this teasing has once again led to the inevitable conclusion. hanguang jun has once again been too stiff, too unlikable. xichen advised him to make friends, but- but what if he was simply not someone worthy of having a friend? maybe ever?
finally, he glances down and away. lips returning to a thin line. he should have known this was all for play.]
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and so does wangji. his heart stops in his chest, his lips part with his heavy breath, his eyes focus entirely on wei ying's face.
maybe- maybe wei ying really doesn't want to kiss him. maybe this teasing has once again led to the inevitable conclusion. hanguang jun has once again been too stiff, too unlikable. xichen advised him to make friends, but- but what if he was simply not someone worthy of having a friend? maybe ever?
finally, he glances down and away. lips returning to a thin line. he should have known this was all for play.]