Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Hua Yong x Shen Wenlang: {What Are We?} [F]

This is the last oneshot of this book, guys.. we've come so far. It's been 2 years

POV: 3rd Person

  With a friendship this long, Wenlang has to ask himself - what the Hell are they?

  He thinks he's feeling something more, but maybe that's not quite right. Because surely, his classmate doesn't think the same. They've been friends since they were small, and friendship could just be that. It could stem from knowing each other for long, which is why it feels so much deeper than a regular, normal Platonic thing. But the surrounding air is.. tangible. He can almost feel it in the air if he reaches out.

  Like a guitar string, he could pluck it, and break through it if he tugged hard enough.

  Just - what was this?

  He runs his hands through his hair, ruffling it up and messing with it until it became a bird's nest. And only then, does the Enigma slide up to him, sitting right by his side on the steps of the school. "What happened?"

  He almost punches the boy if not for the fact that Hua Yong's reflexes were too good for him to get even close to a hair. And even the grip on his wrist makes his heart flutter in an inexplainable way. "You, is what's happening."

  "Me? What did I ever do?" Yong's scrunching up his pretty nose, and holds his heart in mock offense. He must be mocking him now, because there was no way an Enigma can't feel the beating of his heart. Thrumming wildly, thudding so hard against his ribcage, that he thinks he'll go into a heart attack and die on the spot.

  Who wouldn't fall for a face like that?

  It dawns on him. All of it, here, now. In the middle of their recess, and he wants to curl up and cry. Burst into tears and run away, or hold Hua Yong close, he doesn't know what he wants. But the emotions are too overwhelming for a teenager with problems like him.

  As if finally noticing the inner turmoil when he looks into Wenlang's eyes with pretty sparkles, the Enigma opens his mouth, raising an eyebrow. It's so perfect, full and arched. And Wenlang wants to kiss him. The thought in itself is terrifying.

  "Everything. You're ruining everything - my entire life."

  "Wh-what?" There's hurt in there, they usually joke just like this. But there's not even a single hint of laughter. The tension is growing, and they're in such a secluded place, that they can even hear the leaves rustling in the wind. The spring breeze is welcoming, but in a moment like this, everything feels.. eerily cold.

  "Hua Yong," the boy listens intently to every single syllable that comes out of Wenlang's mouth. "What are we?"

  Blink.

  Once.

  Twice.

  Thrice.

  Four more beats pass by, and the delayed reaction is so out of character, even Wenlang is taken aback. It had taken him by an uneasy surprise, because his friend had always been rapid-fire with his responses. He almost reaches to shake Yong before that kid breaks the silence before he got to reach forward.

  ".. What do you think we are?" The Enigma is fiddling with the hems of his white uniform.

  It makes him restless. He doesn't know what they are, that's why he's asking, isn't he? But when the question is put back onto him, it makes him want to shake with anguish. Running hands all over his face with a groan, he pokes Yong's chest, pushing the Enigma back. "I don't know! That's why I'm asking you!"

  They're fumbling teenagers who don't know how to put names on relationships because this is their first - Wenlang's heart (unhelpfully) adds that it hopes to be their last and forever - thing. They don't know what this is, between the middle of friendship and something they're too nervous to name. Afraid of rejection and jumping around each other on eggshells in the case of mix signals.

  "Wenlang, you're not making this helpful.."

  "I was the one who asked you first!"

  "Well, I don't want to answer, so you go first!"

  ".. No! I asked first, it's only fair-"

  And they bicker. They bicker like old married couples do from the outside point of view, pushing and shoving until they land on one another. Until they turn red, and look away from each other. It's awkward again. It's so tiring to run around in circles like this. The Enigma, who has to say it, says it.

  In the silence of their panting, catching their breaths: ".. I have a crush on you."

  A beat.

  Two.

  Three-

  "I do, too."

  Hua Yong's head whips towards him so fast he had to actually grab the boy's face or else he might snap his neck and die before they get to kiss, or hold hands, or anything couples do. They tremble, the both of them, in what is both excitement and nervousness. It runs through their bones in electrifying ways, and the current brings them together. "You're serious, right?" There's not a single hint of laughter in his tone, nor was there one in Wenlang's.

  The Alpha furrows his eyebrows. "What would I gain if I lied about something like that?" It's disbelief, he's hiding how happy he feels by anger, but the younger boy only holds him close, wrapping his slim arms around his waist, nuzzling against his neck. Now, it's painfully obvious that friends don't do this. They don't scent each other with such proximity, especially not when they were Enigma and Alpha. They don't need to be scented to feel secure, but they do.

  "So.. if I ask you again..." The fair-skinned boy looks up at him, leaning onto his chest with his whole body. "What are we?"

  ".. Should we be boyfriends?"

  "You're supposed to be sure!" He pushes himself away, hands on his hips as he turns. They sit on the steps, and the wind is chilling. Recess is almost over.

  "Fine! Okay, let's be boyfriends!"

  "Yeah, that sounds good." Hua Yong nods his head as though it was something novel, pink lips pursed and right when the bell rings..

  Wenlang swoops down to give him a peck on the lips, before running off with his face red. "Wha- Shen Wenlang! Wait! I want to return it!!!"

  But the Enigma is caught by the school guard, and scooped back to his classroom. After school, they walk home together as they always do, Wenlang getting dropped off. Hua Yong litters him with kisses before he skips away, humming under his breath, and he looks adorably animated while doing so. Backpack bouncing behind him. "Quit skipping, you're gonna trip!" He calls from his front door.

  "Then you can catch me~!" That's the last thing Wenlang hears before they call each other again when Hua Yong gets home.

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Author's Note: AWWWHHHHHHH I love cute clumsy high school sweethearts..