Fluffy WangXian Oneshots Book Two

The Mantis, The Cicada, And The Oriole

Lan Zhan looks outside his music studio for the sixth time, and yes, the very attractive man is still there, pacing anxiously on the pavement. He runs a hand through his thick, red-streaked hair, and as he lifts his arm to do it, his black hoodie rises up above the waistband of his ripped skin tight black jeans. There's another flash of red over golden skin, with a tantalising glimpse of his lean stomach. He's obviously in two minds, trying to decide whether or not to come inside. He keeps checking his phone and looking up, possibly checking the address to make sure he's at the right place, at least that's what it looks like.

Lucky for him, Lan Zhan has just said goodbye to his last client this Saturday morning, so he goes outside towards the unfairly beautiful man, who just gapes at him as soon as their eyes meet.

And what beautiful eyes they are!

Silver shimmering moonlight rays over a midnight lake, that's what they remind Lan Zhan of.

A childhood summer retreat, secret nights of sneaking out to watch the stars, sometimes with his Ge. Happy times.

So Lan Zhan wants to help him. Not, obviously, because he's insanely hot. Even better looking the closer Lan Zhan gets to him.

"Wow! You're so bea-Um, so, hi?" the man laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"May I help you?" Please say yes, please say yes, Lan Zhan thinks.

"I hope so," he blushes, and it's hands down the most adorable sight Lan Zhan has seen in a long time. "I'm a little bit dyslexic, and my brother has sent me this address. I've got to pick up some flowers for him..."

"Show me." Lan Zhan takes his phone when the beautiful man passes it to him. It's open on the message from "Little Shit", the name of the contact on top of the chat, presumably this person's brother. Only, the "Little Shit" really is one since he's taken the trouble to type out a number, purposefully making it difficult for this person to accurately find the correct address. Lan Zhan explains quickly where the right location is, and luckily, it's just down the road. "May I walk with you?" He asks, suddenly realising that he doesn't want to let this man go so soon.

And from the way he nods so quickly, perhaps he might be feeling the same way?

"Just let me lock up," Lan Zhan tells him, striding back to collect his things.

"Sure thing," the beautiful man laughs, extending a hand as soon as Lan Zhan returns. "My name is Wei Ying, and it's the least I can do for such a handsome gege's help."

Lan Zhan refrains from commenting, feeling his ears becoming hotter. "I'm Lan Zhan. So...Little Shit?"

Wei Ying throws back his head and laughs, a deep throaty sound that makes Lan Zhan's skin tingle and his belly flip-flop. The arch of his lovely neck, all that smooth golden skin begging to be bitten, doesn't help at all.

"Yeah," he replies fondly. "We have this thing going on in, like, forever. I'm adopted, at the risk of divulging more than you might want to know."

Lan Zhan gestures for him to continue. It's a lovely warm day in spring, and they're strolling in no apparent rush towards the flower shop. Lan Zhan's whole weekend stretches out in front of him like some prophetic black-and-white film, dull and boring if not for this splash of colour by the name of Wei Ying. Of course he wants to know more.

"Right..." Wei Ying pauses to look at him, and Lan Zhan barely suppresses a shiver.

He feels like a hunk of metal helplessly pulled by this lovely man's magnetism. And now they're just staring at each other as if neither can believe it, this serendipitous meeting leaving them longing for more.