Fluffy WangXian Oneshots Book Two

Yearning

Yearning : definition: A feeling of intense longing for something…

Wei Ying is sitting in his English Literature class, listening to the teacher (not really) droning on about the definition of things, words used in particular and in conjunction with other similar but not the same variables.

He's doodling a familiar face instead, because his inspiration is right there, in front of him.

Lan Zhan.

The hottest, most beautiful man alive, with a jaw that could cut ice, pale golden eyes that appeared unchanging but only if you weren't used to staring at them and the myriad of emotions that flickered through them, a straight and noble nose, (was that right? Could noses be noble? If so, then his nose definitely is!). Beautiful ears with the lobes enticingly round and soft looking enough for Wei Ying to want to bite them. Not hard, just a nip or two…or four. And that hair!

Lan Zhan rarely wore it down, usually braiding it into a neat bun, or leaving the braid to hang down his back. But on the rare occasions when they shared a sports lesson, Lan Zhan would loosen his hair to tie it up again, resecuring it into an immovable bun at the nape of his neck.

During these extremely rare glimpses of such beauty, Wei Ying would pause tying his shoe laces just so he could concentrate on watching his friend.

Lan Zhan, if he was feeling particularly bitchy, would insist that he hadn't gotten the memo about them being friends, but Wei Ying thinks it's only a matter of time before he wears him down to finally admit it.

This time, Wei Ying’s doodle of Lan Zhan is wearing his gorgeous hair down for once, letting the heavy, silky locks form a waterfall of glossy dark beauty falling down to his waist. Wei Ying is dying to feel it, just once in his lifetime. It's a goal of his, in the same way that someone might promise themselves that they'll see all seven wonders of the world one day (obviously not in a twenty-four hour time slot, but you get the gist).

Wei Ying’s own hair isn't bad, but it's not fantastically in a great condition either, with a few split ends here and there, and a tad on the dry side, not at all like the perfect hair on Lan Zhan’s head. The man must have a twelve step nightly routine or something, using the finest oils of some plants plucked at midnight in some far away Amazon forest. Probably harvested with a golden sickle.

Plus, Wei Ying likes to experiment with colours and currently, his hair is black on the outer layer, but a deep scarlet red on the underside, particularly visible if his hair is up in a bun. He used to be proud of his hair, the length and style of it, all done at home and by himself of course, because who's got the time to go sit in a hairdresser's chair for hours on end? But then Lan Zhan came along with his artful hair styles and unique braids, simple but authentic and clearly using an expert hand, and so Wei Ying gracefully bowed out of the most-beautiful-hair-in-the-world competition in their uni.

It's not even just these different traits. Separately, each one is beautiful by itself, but as a combination? Lan Zhan’s beauty is incomparable, like a priceless piece of jade, or a flower with its delicate petals crafted out of an unforgiving marble. He's unique in a way that renders every other person in Wei Ying’s vicinity as dull and boring.

Added to that is Lan Zhan’s graceful, elegant way of moving. He does it so effortlessly that Wei Ying is reminded of how ballerinas walk, even when they're not dancing, that swan-like natural use of muscles that commonfolk have forgotten exist somewhere on their bodies.

Lan Zhan is the sole reason Wei Ying drags himself to classes early. They share quite a few, and there's no way Wei Ying is going to miss Lan Zhan’s entrance, ever.

He can get away with staring at the object of his fascination, unabashedly looking, drinking in his features and memorising the way Lan Zhan’s eyelashes are super long and curly today, or the way his coat fits across his shoulders emphasising his stupendous back muscles (does Lan Zhan go to the gym? If so, which one? And is there a way Wei Ying can go, too? All very important questions!) because every single pair of eyes are watching him as well.