Reincarnated To Love You (ON-GOING)

Strings of Longings

Are you for real, Wei Ying? Are you really sitting beside me, here on my own bed? If I could just...

Wangji is trying to not get distracted at the apple of his eye getting amazed at the guitar that he lent him.

"Wow, this is the limited edition guitar strings found only in antique shops. The only time I saw a string like this was in a history book when I was taking my History class last year. I never thought I'll see it here.''

Wuxian exclaimed as he stroke the strings of the guitar.

"Mn."

Wangji responded, trying to collect his calm. Wuxian then turned to Wangji and smiled widely.

"Shall we start?"

"How?"
Wangji asked, not knowing what to do. He don't want Wuxian to see that his hands are getting icy cold and hot at the same time because of their distance.

Wuxian, noticing how uncomfortable Wangji is becoming, gave the guitar back and transferred to the wooden chair so that they'll face each other.

"Play for me first, I will observe your placement of fingers and your strumming so that I'll try it myself after you."

Wangji is not used to perform anyone unless he was obligated to do so. But then, since it is Wuxian, then he'll gladly do it.

"Mn."
He responded and set up his guitar.

The soft strumming of strings filled the air, creating a tender backdrop to the unspoken emotions lingering between them.

Wangji's hands, typically steady and precise, betrayed a subtle tremor as he guided Wuxian through the chords. Every brush against the strings sent ripples of desire through him, an internal struggle between the forbidden yearning and the commitment to remain composed.

Wuxian, engrossed in the lesson, failed to notice the nuanced shifts in Wangji's demeanor. The melodic notes carried the weight of Wangji's concealed emotions, a silent confession played out through the intricate dance of fingers on strings.

As the training progressed, Wangji's internal conflict intensified. His heart raced with the tempo of a hidden desire, and his fingers, though skilled, bore the tremors of unspoken passion. He stole glances at Wuxian, marveling at the oblivious enthusiasm of his beloved.

Wangji's stoic facade began to crack, revealing the vulnerability beneath. Yet, he persisted, determined to shield his emotions behind the guise of a music instructor. The guitar became a vessel for his unexpressed affections, each note a whispered secret, carried away by the wind.

Wuxian, sensing the intensity of the lesson, looked up with a bright smile. "Lan Zhan, you are a rare gem! I couldn't have asked for a better teacher."

Wangji nodded, a faint blush threatening to surface, as he continued to navigate the delicate balance between mentorship and the clandestine desire that fueled his trembling hands. The strings of the guitar resonated with the unspoken tension, creating a harmony of emotions that echoed through the hidden corridors of their hearts.

Wangji and Wuxian's eyes locked, intensifying his heartbeat even more.

"I... I have notes about the guitar chords here. If you can practice this... While I prepare for our dinner."

Wangji turned his gaze away and set down his guitar. He needs to go as soon as possible or else he might lose himself.

"Lan Zhan, did you make all of this? I didn't notice you preparing them."
Wuxian exclaimed as he looked at all the sumptuous food before him.