TIAN GUAN CI FU Fan fic stories

THE KIND THAT LASTS FOREVER

He comes in like a flurry, socked toes padding against the floor of the apartment Hua Cheng is sitting in. Whose apartment is it? He has no idea. He Xuan dragged him out of bed at five p.m. saying something about a party.

"What the hell are you doing? Get up," he had said in that ever-so-annoying voice of his.

"No," said Hua Cheng, his upper body hanging off of the bed, arms flailing around over him. "Can't you see I'm wallowing in the depths of my self pity right now? Go away."

He Xuan did not go away. Instead, Hua Cheng found himself standing in front of the apartment complex down the street two hours later, skinny black jeans and a sparkly red t-shirt decorating his body. He cast a withering glance down at He Xuan, who mildly stuck his middle finger up in return, and the two trudged inside to the very top floor with sagging shoulders and heavy steps.

Hua Cheng straightens up in front of the door, blows a strand of his hair away from his face, and plasters on his signature lazy smirk.

"You look stupid," He Xuan informs him.

"You are stupid," Hua Cheng returns.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

They ring the doorbell.

A very disgruntled looking man opens the door, his hair combed back in a small ponytail and his eyebrows set into what looks like a permanent scowl. Hua Cheng can appreciate that. Maybe.

The guy's eyes narrow on He Xuan's figure. "God, you actually came. Thank the fucking lord."

Hua Cheng raises an eyebrow, turning to glance quizzically over at He Xuan.

He Xuan sighs and says, "Qingxuan is already here?"

The new guy nods, then looks over to Hua Cheng. "Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare," says Hua Cheng. "Can we go inside?"

The guy looks like he wants to say something, but He Xuan grunts and steps forward, blocking his view of Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng smirks, ducking till he's by He Xuan's side and strolling into the apartment right through the front door.

It all seems pretty cozy, actually. It's nothing like the house parties he's used to, the ones with blaring lights and thumping music that rides up and through your skin. Instead, there is a circle of people in the middle of a dimly lit living room, and He Xuan leads them up to an open spot right by the corner.

All eyes are on them. Hua Cheng isn't surprised; he doesn't know a single person here, after all. He settles down and crosses his legs beneath him, leaning his cheek into the palm of his hand and blinking out at the crowd. He smirks.

He Xuan sighs deeply from somewhere next to him. "Good to see you all," he mutters, before he's practically throttled by the person sitting to his other side.

"He-xiong!" the person says, jumping forward and latching onto He Xuan's arm. "It's been so long! Why haven't you returned any of my texts? I thought we were best friends!"

Hua Cheng raises a delicate eyebrow, and He Xuan's responding glare is enough to pique his curiosity to the very brim. Oh, yes. Yes, he'll definitely be having some fun with this later tonight.

The person glances over to Hua Cheng and frowns. "He-xiong, you have friends?"

Oh, Hua Cheng already likes whoever this is.

"Nope," he says, popping the 'p' and grinning from ear to ear. "I'm his roommate."

"You're a nuisance," says He Xuan, and well, Hua Cheng can't really argue with that. "That's Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng, this is Shi Qingxuan. They're also a nuisance."