Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Singapore Part 3

Sunday

Wei Ying somehow managed to get to their room. He aimed straight for the bathroom, hurled up the gastric adventures of that afternoon and washed his face, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

Whatever this was...he just wanted to forget it.

Forget everything, forget this hotel bathroom, the room itself, the hotel, and even Singapore.

He had come here with such high hopes just two days ago...and look what had happened to him!

Shakily, he clutched the walls for support and made his way to his bed. Some kind soul had made it neat and tidy for him, but suddenly, he couldn’t stand the thought of staying here a minute longer.

Inevitably, Lan Zhan would return, and would probably be in a celebratory mood...and Wei Ying just did not have it in him to join in.

Maybe in a couple of days...maybe a week.

He needed more time to get over this thing...and he laughed cruelly at himself. It wasn’t even a real relationship and he was mourning it like someone had died. And the truth was, inside his chest, his heart was shattering again and again.

This pain...it was indescribable. A continuous wave of hurt as it increased and bled away, only to return with more force. It felt as if instead of his heart, there was a glass plate, and someone was throwing it to the ground again and again.

He only had to make it out of the hotel. If anyone saw him, he had to look normal and he promised himself some quality time in the nearest available toilet, whether that was on the next plane out of here, or at the airport...but he was going home.

Once that decision was made, Wei Ying felt infinitely better.

All he had to do, was put some distance between himself and Legs-for-Days Lan Zhan and everything would be okay.

Work was another story...maybe he could apply for a transfer, or work for another department...but that was a problem for another day.

Right now, he had to get his shit together and leave.

The room stopped behaving like a windmill and Wei Ying was able to stand. Since he had puked out most of the alcohol, he was feeling tremendously better now, and he threw all his clothes and bits and pieces into his suitcase.

He could text them from the airport...that was no problem.

And he was ready to go.

By some miracle, the same mad, racing taxi driver picked him up from outside the hotel and Wei Ying made it to the Changi airport in record time. He finally took a lungfull of air when he'd modified his original ticket. There was a small fine, but Wei Ying would have paid any amount of money to be able to leave now.

Wasn’t it the strangest feeling, to see and feel that he wasn't as strong as he thought he was? To have to congratulate Lan Zhan, to smile and be able to say the words, I'm happy for you...just thinking it was making his mouth flood with acid.

No...he simply could not.

Luckily, he was just in time to board a cancelled seat on a flight out of Singapore. He slept on the plane, declining a meal, but they were offering drinks and Wei Ying obliged.

He had one thought, and one mission only, which was to drink himself into oblivion.

Whatever this was, it could not hurt him if he wasn't conscious, and Wei Ying was intending to knock himself right out.

His alcohol tolerance was quite high, but he paced himself well, in spite of this.

By the time he got into a taxi to get back to his apartment, he was only halfway there. And it was easy to buy a couple of bottles of the hard stuff from the Seven Eleven below his abode. He glanced out of the window to the pavement outside where only sixty hours ago, he had been rather happy. And now... he was literally minutes away from a meltdown.