One-Shots and Short Stories

Late Night Confessions - Part 1

Lan Zhan POV

I walked into the office nervous as hell when I spotted Wei Ying, but when the man stared at me with cold and indifference, my heart broke.  Again.  We had been working together for five years now, both in the same department, and yet we barely spoke a handful of words to each other.  Not through any fault of Wei Ying's.  Painfully shy, I couldn't seem to open my mouth to say "hi" to the one person I was so madly in love with.

A shyness that only happened around Wei Ying.  Oh, I had always been an introvert, but I was still able to communicate with others.  Yet with Wei Ying, my heart kept getting stuck in my throat and when I did manage to say anything, it was always abrupt and through clench teeth.  Was it any wonder why Wei Ying hates me?

Slowly and arduously, I made my way to a set of cubicles near the windows.  My desk overlooked a small courtyard full of greenery that would make even my brother jealous, but I paid it no attention.  I began my day's work, though my mind was constantly on Wei Ying.  The way he moves, his melodious voice, his laughter.  His smile.  The way it brightens his face and makes his eyes twinkle like shooting stars.  It made my heart ache.  I longed to be with the man, but my hang-up wouldn't allow me to get past the "hello" stage.

As the clock hit five pm and everyone was getting ready to leave for the day, I overheard Wei Ying talking on the phone.  Something about a late-night radio talk show.  Curious, I ran a search for the show's details and found a website.  My lips twitched.  Seriously?  Late Night Confessions?  Did Wei Ying listen to these confessions at night while lying in bed?  Did he have a confession to make?

Glancing stealthily in Wei Ying's direction, my heart began to hasten with nervousness.  He was heading this way!  Then I mentally slapped myself.  Of course, he would head in this direction.  He'd have to if he wanted to go home.  Dropping my eyes, I pretended to work, thankful he couldn't see my monitor screen.

My breath hitched the closer he got, but not once did he look in my direction.  It pierced my heart.  I didn't know how much longer I could take this.  Loving him, yet not being able to talk to him or confess—

Suddenly, I stared at my screen and began to read the website's tagline. 

'Confession of the heart and mind brings peace to the soul.'

My heart began thundering as I wondered what Wei Ying was going to confess to.  Was it going to be tonight?  Glancing at my watch, I still had a few hours until the show began.  Time to give Late Night Confessions a listen.

***

Barely making it home in time, I huffed in several breaths as I flipped to the radio station for Late Night Confessions.  I didn't want to miss Wei Ying's confession.  Not one second of it.  But as the voice filtered into the air, my heart skipped a beat before it took off galloping the next second, almost leaping out of my chest.  It was his voice.  It was Wei Ying's voice coming through the speakers, but he wasn't confessing to anything. 

He was the fucking host of the show! 

Holy shit! 

I turned up the volume and plopped onto the bed, listening to that soothing voice that melted my heart, then smiling as it filled my soul with such longing it brought tears to my eyes.  Laying back on the bed, I let his voice seep into me.

"Hi!  Good evening to all my listeners out there!  Thank you for joining me once again, and of course, sacrificing your weekend to be here with me!  Late Night Confessions wouldn't be here if it weren't for you.  I'm your host, Suibian, and I am here to listen to your confession.