Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Love (is a) Curse

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Just to make things easier to understand, the following story takes place when the guest lectures have already begun in Gusu…the students and especially Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are around sixteen or seventeen years old.

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Lan Zhan wishes the guest lectures were over already.

Then, maybe this horrible tightness in his chest will go away and he can return to normal. Normal for him is writing out text, practising calligraphy, marking student papers, playing on his guqin and visiting his bunnies.

It is not coming to terms with the most horrible truth:

Lan Zhan has fallen in love.

He knows what it is.

Unfortunately.

And worse….because his heart has no discernable taste, it has picked the worst candidate possible.

A beautiful boy who has stars for eyes, and a smile brighter than sunshine. It is blinding and powerful as it strikes Lan Zhan’s heart every single time.

A boy who walks the knife's edge of rules and proprietary, who constantly pushes back at him…a parasite that has wormed his way into the core of Lan Zhan’s heart. No…that isn't true…Lan Zhan thinks. The boy hasn't asked for anything in return…he has only given everything freely.

Lan Zhan cannot help but lament this.

He never asked for this interruption to his life, he never asked to fall in love…and yet it happened with the speed of an avalanche, fast and unstoppable, obliterating everything and anything in its path.

It isn't fair, he thinks stubbornly, kicking stones out of his way.

Why does it have to be him?

He kicks another stone in petulance.

Wei WuXian…Wei Ying, as he has asked Lan Zhan to call him, gives him a strange look.

They are walking side by side….Well, Lan Zhan is walking. Wei Ying is sort of bouncing along exuberantly, as if he has too much energy to be contained in that body. He is so animated, so alive, that Lan Zhan cannot help but look at him. His eyes are drawn helplessly towards this person who has absolutely no idea of his feelings.

To even think about telling him is enough for Lan Zhan to break out in hives.

He shudders involuntarily.

Wei Ying bounces back to him, and oh, horror of horrors…he's touching him!

Wei Ying has grabbed Lan Zhan’s arm, and is pointing excitedly at a cluster of beautiful bluebells swaying in the night breeze.

"Shameless!" Lan Zhan sputters out, trying to ignore the acceleration of his heart.

It is pounding almost painfully and he has to wonder if he has caught an illness.

He shakes the beautiful boy off, though it hurts him to do it…and he is not prepared to see the hurt in Wei Ying's eyes, either.

"You always say that…" Wei Ying says suddenly, but even though he looks like he was going to say something else, he suddenly stops and looks around.

This time when he turns back to Lan Zhan, his smile is too bright…as if he doesn't really mean it, and Lan Zhan can tell the difference.

He doesn't like this one…it feels fake.

Did he really hurt the boy?

He isn't sure now and regret burns like a slow poison in his veins.

Maybe he shouldn't have said that…or in that way. Perhaps…he should have been kinder…