ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

her. [luwin]

a/n: i was feeling chilly and thought it was like 20°C or something turns out it was 28°C 🤡 this is what happens when you live in malaysia, the lowest it can go is 20°C (january 2021. good old times. it was freaking cold, TAKE ME BACK)

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" are you positive this is a good idea ?"

sicheng wraps his arms around his petite frame. he's only wearing a thin cardigan over linen shirt and it doesn't protect him from the cold at all. his eyes scan around, paranoid if someone sees them.

it's pitch black outside. he can't see anything, thanks to his eyesight. in the distant, owls hoot endlessly like they're gossiping, sharing secrets.

sicheng looks up. yukhei, the daredevil he is, is climbing up a tree to get into the songs' house. the tree is located a feet away from the balcony – which leads to their only daughter's room.

yukhei's feet slips and sicheng flinches. he steps closer but the younger reassures him with an 'okay' sign.

the tree is 30 feet tall from the ground. if yukhei falls... sicheng doesn't even want to think about it.

it amazes sicheng sometimes. yukhei is 15 – two years younger than he is – but he's way more courageous. or reckless. either works.

sicheng sighs. " I'm certain this is foolish ."

" not too loud, ge ."

" mister song's gonna murder you ."

" relax. I'm here to see their daughter ," yukhei says. since his clothes are too expensive and silky and inappropriate for trespassing, he borrowed one of sicheng's. it looks weird on him. like a prince forced to wear a servant's. " not to steal. worry not ."

" you know, seeing someone's daughter at this hour is a crime worse than stealing ." sicheng grumbles, crossing his arms.

yukhei reaches a big branch and sits on it. he looks down at sicheng with a big beam. " that's why you're here. to tell me if someone's around ."

sicheng rolls his eyes. this is very imprudent. he shouldn't had said yes.

yukhei's parents basically pay him to keep yukhei in check. if they find out, sicheng is tenfold more dead than yukhei is. but really, when their son uses his puppy eyes on him, who is sicheng to deny?

it's a fact sicheng's always so weak for yukhei.

too weak he'd even help him court his crush.

sicheng's right: this is irrational. but seeing the smile on yukhei's face makes it worthwhile – although it's not for him.

♡

it's too hot today; even for summer.

sicheng is sitting alone in the kitchen, slicing apples. he's eaten as much as he's cut. the head maid, xiang chen – who treats sicheng like her own son – is planning to make apple pie today.

he hums a melody under his breath. he doesn't know the name of the song, but he often hears it from yukhei, so it stuck.

yukhei's mother comes into the kitchen. she's in a beautiful pink sundress, looking way younger than she actually is. sicheng gets to his feet out of respect but she shakes her head.

" bother not, xiaohua ," she smiles as she ruffles his hair. " I'm here for xiang chen. do you know her whereabouts ?"

" she's out to the market ."