❝ when I first saw you, you shined like an angel from heaven .❞
this is a nct [mainly nct 127 and wayv] x winwin one shots book. because we all love that angel. lowercase intended.
angel. » [winwin]
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nct 127 x winwin x way...
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a/n: luwin is a walking bl drama istg,, and yes this is inspired by queen ts's song :)
edit: some people have been telling me not to write anything related to xuxi. I hope you can understand that this is my book, so I'll decide what I write. this was decided after several mental breakdowns & mixed feelings. I never forced anyone to read any of my stories, so feel free to leave if you're uncomfortable. I respect your decision, so please respect mine.
it'd be hypocritical of me to call them my family but leave one behind.
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sicheng heaves out a sigh, patiently waiting for the coffee machine to finish its work. he's been doing that a lot lately – waiting.
waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, something.
waiting. he's died too many times believing that in just the matter of time, something that could change his entire life would happen. something that would give him an one-hundred-eighty flip; something that will give him purpose and the answers to questions he has.
until then, he's stuck in this rusty motel room.
the machine lets out its awful scream to indicate the coffee's done. sicheng takes his cup, carefully blowing off the steam as he scurries back to the queen-sized bed; his fluffy sandals slapping against the wooden floor softly. the bed creaks under his weight yet doesn't wake the peacefully sleeping lucas.
sicheng stares down at lucas. his boyfriend, handsome as ever, shows no sign of distress or even aging. serene in his sleep and wake. his dna is filled with youth and bravery – something sicheng envies him for.
he used to be like that, one of the main reasons they dated at the first place... but now the years came to him all at once and it's too heavy for him to carry.
the stacks of cash under the bed and the stolen pile of jewellery on the table don't bring quite the joy — the excitement, adrenaline, the feeling of satisfaction — they used to.
when he looks at the mirror he couldn't recognize himself anymore. he's not the witty, sharp-tongued sly fox he once knew. his reflection seems too dull. too pathetic. he used to be lucas' most fearless partner-in-crime. now he's just boring.
it's a matter of time until lucas grows bored of him.
sicheng's snapped back to reality when the bed shifts. lucas is now half-awake, groaning as he sits upright. he stretches his hands out and yawns, looking like a puppy, and turns to sicheng. sicheng could see his reflection in lucas' big brown eyes and he looks away.
" hey ," lucas smiles softly and pecks sicheng's cheek. " morning ."
" morning. did I wake you ?"
" nope. why did you wake up so early? it's a saturday. the bank's closed ."
sicheng smiles as he places his cup on the night-stand. even if it's not a saturday, he doesn't think he can work today. he's got too much thoughts in his mind that he would've probably screwed up and risk getting sent to jail. or worse, risk sending lucas to jail.
