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The Curse Breaker Part 2

Wei Ying stops in his tracks, letting Jiang Cheng bump into his back, muttering curses.

Lan Zhan, beautiful Lan Zhan, is standing right in front of him, and it's such a shock, because Wei Ying hasn't seen him in thirteen years, nor were he to take a guess for the most random shit to happen to him, would he have picked this scenario out of every other plausible one.

So he should be forgiven for standing there with his mouth open (not drooling because he's not, okay?) and wondering why Lan Zhan is here.

Belatedly, and because XiChen begins to speak, Wei Ying realises that Lan Zhan isn't alone. And it becomes clear to him that Lan Zhan isn't here for him, not really, that they're both here because they need his help.

The disappointment is real, and he feels like a deflated balloon, discarded, weak and ready to be thrown away, all over again.

Lan Zhan looks... as beautiful as ever.

In the past, and perhaps ignorant of his tender, budding feelings, because which teenager in the world knows and can identify what emotions they're feeling?? But whenever he wanted to describe Lan Zhan, he always came up short.

It wasn't just that he was handsome, because using that word felt woefully inadequate, like describing the Niagara Falls as a waterfall, when it was the most epic of natural beauties he had ever seen in pictures and Wei Ying was convinced that the real thing would be even better, much like Lan Zhan himself.

Like fine wine, ageing only made Lan Zhan hotter even if that were possible, and Wei Ying's poor heart just isn't prepared for it.

People often said that the Jades were identical, often calling them the Twin Jades of Gusu, but for Wei Ying, the difference between them was like day and night.

Lan XiChen's looks were similar, his eyes that much darker like warm honey, but Lan Zhan's were electric, that flash of lightning in a dark sky when you weren't sure if it was gold or silver, they were so light. And yet when the sunlight hit them just right, they were as gold as the sand dunes of the Sahara.

Today was no exception.

Lan Zhan and XiChen wore similar clothes, too. Long white coats that ended mid calf on them, and since they were well over six feet, had Wei Ying tried on the same garment, the hem would have touched the floor. That wasn't to say Wei Ying was short; he was a few inches taller than Jiang Cheng at his own modest 6'2"(186cm), but there was a certain thrill at imagining having to look up slightly...if he ever got the chance to, again.

Back when they were only sixteen, they had been of similar size except Lan Zhan's shoulders were definitely broader, and then after their sudden growth spurt, which only fuelled Wei Ying to rile him up, Lan Zhan was definitely way more muscular than himself.

Even today, there's just so much of him to take in.

XiChen still wears some colour; his shirt is a soft cream with taupe slacks, but Lan Zhan is simply immaculate.

He's wearing a silver woollen suit, complete with a waistcoat and pocket square, a matching silver tie elegantly fastened in place with a tie clip, a white button down shirt, and looking as put together as a runway model. He's dressed as sharp as his sword, beautiful Bichen clenched tightly in his right hand while his left is probably a fist curled into the small of his back.

Unfortunately, Wei Ying loves him.

Still loves him just as much as he did, all those years ago and it's worse because his heart knows and understands this, realises with an unflinching clarity that it is not reciprocated, nor appreciated, and in fact, he is as a whole, abhorred.