Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Whatever Souls Are Made Of

"Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same." Emily Bronte

Lan Zhan hurried towards the elevator because on this day of all days, he was going to be late.

But, he was NOT running!

Lans did not run anywhere.

He was merely moving his legs a bit faster than anyone else...and than usual, that was all.

Luckily, the two men who got in there just before him, were gracious enough to hold the doors open for him.

But when their eyes met, he almost changed his mind to turn around and wait for the next one, punctuality be damned.

However, he remembered his resolve: Today was the start of a new day. It was going to be the start of a new beginning for him, too.

Lan Zhan was going to confess.

To the brightest being in the whole of his Universe.

Wei Ying.

His silver mercurial eyes, easily illuminating his beautiful face. Wei Ying had a way of looking at him in a way that Lan Zhan felt he was seeing into his very soul...it was quite profound.

Or, it would be, if Lan Zhan wasn't thinking about all the ways he could bend the beautiful being over, and which surfaces would work best...clearly, something not too smooth, because that was the fastest ticket to the ER. Something with friction...

"...WuXian is going to do it this year."

That was the little man who could produce a fan out of nowhere.

"No!" A sarcastic drama queen.

Lan Zhan only had a mild tolerance for Jiang WanYin, and only because he was a brother to the object of his fascination.

Ordinarily, he would have ignored both of them in favour of thinking about a wild-haired prodigy, a fixer of printers-from-hell, and coffee machines with identity crisis issues, but since they had mentioned said person themselves, Lan Zhan was obliged to listen.

It was only polite...

"Absolutely. I have it from a good source! Today's the day. It IS Valentine's Day after all...what better day than today, to confess to the Love Of Your Life?" The vertically challenged one carried on talking.

"He's an idiot!"

Lan Zhan clenched his fists.

No one was allowed to call Wei Ying names, even if they were related!

Just for that, he was going to pass on the Yao contract to Jiang WanYin. Yes...let him have to suffer through hours of whining. That was a suitable punishment.

"Oh no, Jiang-Xiong, trust me, this source is gold. And you can't blame Wei-Xiong! It's not like he hasn't tried. What about that time he spilled the coffee accidentally on himself?"

Lan Zhan could feel his ears warming up, and not because he was listening to a private conversation.

He remembered that day in particular, just because he had an eyeful of someone's gloriously bare chest for at least twenty minutes, until some half-wit had handed Wei Ying a T-shirt and told him he was an embarrassment.

Ah...that had also been Jiang WanYin....

Maybe taking minutes at all future board meetings will help with that...

Detailed, Precise, minutes. Up to date...and meticulously categorised.

"Anyway, Wei-Xiong has already given me my chocolate treat for today!"