Fluffy WangXian Oneshots Book Two

Music And Memories Part 11

This is a dream, Mo XuanYu knows. It feels weird but not in a bad way. He has an acoustic guitar in his lap, and he's just finished tuning it. He closes his eyes and begins playing, humming first and then singing along.

"When I wake up, I'm with you,
When I fall asleep, I'm next to you,
You live in my heart and that's
Where I wanna be

It's you, just you.

I see you smile and I know,
I'm living in your heart too,
And that's where you wanna be,

It's you, just you.

I can see you
With the stars,
Shining so bright,
And I'm with you,

It's you, just you."

He feels himself being lifted and then Lan Zhan's arms come around him. Just like that, they start playing together, and it's seamless, no pause or delay. The music flows as if nothing has changed, but his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

When the song ends, they continue playing together just for the fun of it and then, he turns his face. Gentle golden eyes full of love stare back at him, and it's a lot to be at their mercy, the focal point of that concentrated attention. Lan Zhan doesn't even blink, and it's as if he too, is fully immersed in him. His lovely pink lips press forward, kissing his cheek.

"What is this one called?"

"Just you."

Mo XuanYu gasps awake, stunned and confused. The song continues playing in his head in a loop. Minutes pass and he just lies there in bed, trying to hang on to the wonderful feelings, the warmth and confidence of being in love with someone who cared about him just as deeply. The kind of rule-breaking unconditionally pure love that has no equal. Just the way Lan Zhan was looking at him, it felt so good. Like they were a team, and what they had was forever.

He flings a hand in the general direction of his phone and picks it up. 07.58. He groans. He remembers promising Lan Zhan that they'd definitely start the yoga thing today. Lan Zhan is probably punctual to a fault, he thinks grumpily, forcing himself to sit up. But as soon as he does that, an ache begins behind his eyes and this time, Mo XuanYu knows that's the precursor to a proper full-on migraine. The only thing he's not certain of is when it's gonna hit. At the moment, it's a slight pressure but unfortunately, it's real and it's really there.

The only problem with that is yesterday, they cried off yoga (literally) and if he makes an excuse and gives Lan Zhan the impression he's flaky, that's not cool. A promise is a promise after all, and the sooner he gets up, the sooner he can get it over with. He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes, willing the tension away until he sees black spots. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. He can't tell if that was useful.

There's a knock on the door.

"Mo XuanYu?"

"I'm awake!" He yells, quickly throwing the covers off himself. "Be down in two minutes." Hopefully, that's as long as it's going to take to wash his face, brush his teeth and go to the loo.

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Mo XuanYu follows the sound of softly playing music and has to go down a winding staircase to find the source. He's in what SiZhui referred to as the basement, and if he's honest, Mo XuanYu fully expected a dark, dim place, a nesting ground for cockroaches and spiders, full of junk and things kept for nostalgic reasons as opposed to because they were valuable. You know, somewhere a serial killer with a wide range of tools would feel right at home.

But this?

There's no way in hell he could've come up with this, even with a wild and fertile imagination like his.