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Lin Yanjun X You Zhangjing (pt 1)

I told you I love writing Lgbt. And I love these married husbands. 

At exactly 11:59 pm, in his meager little room, You Zhangjing was a hair away from collapsing from exhaustion. He had stayed up all night practicing his solo lines for his upcoming choir performance.  As he was getting ready for bed, he heard a light knock on his window, a sound that he had been dreading. The owner behind the knock was most likely to be his best friend Lin Yanjun. As much as he loved his mischevious and caring friend, he was not in the mood to see him. Zhangjing hadn't slept in several nights. He sighed and opened his window, ready to tell Yanjun to go back home. But one glance at Yanjun made him forget all about his sleepiness. Yanjun stared back at his best friend, heavily bleeding from multiple places. Bruises and cuts were scattered throughout his face and body. He looked so pained; he seemed like he could fall off the window ledge. Zhangjing hurriedly guided Yanjun onto his bed, even blood stains would be littered everywhere. 

"Oh my god Yanjun." Zhangjing breathed, running to fetch his first aid kit. "What did you do now??" Seeing Yanjun every night with a few cuts and bruises was a norm, but seeing him so badly injured shocked Zhangjing to the core. He had never seen his friend so vulnerable, so hurt. Yanjun lashed out and grabbed Zhangjing's wrist. 

"Don't leave me." Yanjun whimpered, reverting into his inner five-year-old self. 

"I'm not, Yanjun. I would never." Zhangjing said softly, gently removing his wrist from Yanjun's grip. " I'm just going to get my first aid kit ok?" 

Yanjun nodded, curling into a ball. Seconds later, Zhangjing sat next to him, holding some water. 

"Here." Zhangjing murmured softly, gently propping Yanjun up and guiding the water into his mouth. 

"Thanks." Yanjun said finally, regaining his composure. "I'll be leaving now." As he stood up to leave, Zhangjing forced him back down.

"Um, absolutely not. You'll fall off the ledge if you attempted to. You're staying here so I can treat you, and you can't say no." Zhangjing commanded, crossing his arms. Yanjun sighed and gave in, only because Zhangjing was impossible to say no to. "Also, give me your uniform." Yanjun looked up blankly at Zhangjing. 

"Huh?"

"Your uniform," Zhangjing repeated. "You can't go to school in a bloodstained uniform. You know where the extra clothes are. Go get a pair of clothes. Just wear pants. I still have to treat your wounds." Zhangjing said commandingly. Yanjun walked over to the closet and gave Zhangjing a salute. "Just go you cocky bastard." Yanjun just gave him a sly grin and slipped in. 

"I'm back." Yanjun announced, coming out of the closet(hehe)holding his uniform. 

"I can see." Zhangjing snapped, averting his gaze from Yanjun's abs, heart fluttering a bit. He tried to calm his heart, but it raced even faster. He snatched the uniform from Yanjun's hand and stormed away. 

On his way to the washer and dryer, Zhangjing was struck with a realization. Treating his friend's wound was a routine. He had done this for so long, it was an instinct to get his first aid kit ready for Lin Yanjun's scars and bruises. He nonchalantly threw the uniform in the wash and made his way up to his bedroom. 

"You're back." Yanjun greeted as his best friend entered the room. He expected a little grin or an eye roll, a typical You Zhangjing move. But all he got was a blank look. Zhangjing sat on the bed, and monotonously began to patch up Yanjun. 

Yanjun had been completely silent while the older boy was patching up. He knew that he had done something wrong. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. As Zhangjing finished putting on the last bandaid, Yanjun decided to speak up. 

"Zhangjing. What's the matter?" Yanjun asked concerned. 

"Yanjun." Zhangjing spoke, close to tears. Yanjun spun around, ignoring the pain in his lower back. He gazed at Zhangjing intensely, so intensely, Zhangjing couldn't breathe. 

"How long is this going to go on?" Zhangjing choked out, ripping a piece of Yanjun's heart. He had never seen Zhangjing cry. Sure there were times when Zhangjing was upset, everyone had those moments. But he never cried. Not when he had gotten in a car accident, not when he had a received an F on a test, and certainly not when he watched A Dog's Purpose, and even then Yanjun had shed a few tears. But here Zhangjing was, wiping away tears. It broke Yanjun's heart to see his best friend cry, but it broke his heart even more when he realized he was the reason for Zhangjing's tears. He wanted to do something to ease Zhangjing's tears. He wanted to take him into his arms, console him and kiss his tears away. But all he could do was stay rooted in place. Kiss. He wanted to kiss his best friend. Who was a guy.

From first glance, Lin Yanjun seemed like a typical, straight guy. But he had always been gay his entire life. His father had gone insane when he came out, and he beat Yanjun every day until Yanjun laid a mask over his true feelings. I'm straight. I'm straight. I'm straight. Yanjun told himself until he fell for his own lie. After that, he only ever dated girls, only to break up with them. None of the girls felt right. Something was always off, no matter how pretty, no matter how caring and humorous. His father had always told him that being gay was a sin. But is it really a sin to love the person who had always made him feel complete? Who always put him first instead of themselves? Yanjun didn't think so. Finally, he felt his arms and legs work again. 

"Hey," Yanjun said softly, taking Zhangjing in his arms. "Don't cry." Those words only made Zhangjing cry harder. Yanjun was torn. Zhangjing knew exactly how to make Yanjun feel better, but Yanjun had no clue how to calm the crying boy in his arms. So he just sat there, cradling the boy he loved so much in his arms, gently stroking his back. "I won't get into any more fights alright? I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." 

" Y-you better!" Zhangjing sniffled. Miraculously, the younger boy's embrace managed to cease his tears. All he felt was the boom boom boom of his heart thudding against his chest. 

"What do you want me to do?"

"Be my boyfriend." Zhangjing blurted, not thinking. He gasped at what he said and scrambled off his friend. "Oh my god I'm so sorry. I know you're straight. I shouldn't have said that oh my god." Zhangjing watched his friend nervously, heart beating like a drum. Yanjun just laughed and pulled Zhangjing back in his arms. 

"I'll gladly oblige." Yanjun chuckled, gently kissing Zhangjing's temple. Zhangjing swore that his heart had stopped beating for second. 

"Really?" Zhangjing asked, slowly relaxing into Yanjun. 

"Of course." Yanjun hummed, playing with Zhangjing's hair. Zhangjing happily closed his eyes, and finally fell asleep peacefully in his lovers embrace. 

2 adults shuffled through the hallway, awoken by the commotion in their son's room. Peeking open the door, they found two boys, wrapped in each other's grasps, both asleep, content etched on both their faces. They closed the door and silently, with tears in their eyes, thanked Lin Yanjun for all the happiness he had brought their son.