whirlwind: diyue ficlets

one night by the door

i opened the door and a figure loomed over me. before i knew it, a head was resting on my shoulder and i had to wrap my arms around his slumped figure so i wouldn't fall over from the weight.

"hey, didi. are you all right? what's wrong?"

"let me just rest on you for a bit, yue. i'm a little tired is all."

a little tired. this alarmed me 'cause the wang hedi i knew would never admit he was tired. even when he was exhausted he would say he's fine, smile and make jokes. besides, this is not a little tired. was he shivering?

"sure, di. you can rest for as long as you want. but first let's get you inside okay?"

"no. here is fine. just stay like this and dont move."

"will you at least tell me what's going on? you're standing in the middle of my doorway resting on me and i think you may have a fever. come in so i can take a look at you."

"i'm fine."

"you are clearly not."

"well, i will be. after this. stay still and be quiet."

" ... you're heavy you know."

"are you calling me fat?"

"im asking to move to the couch."

"you're moving too fast, miss shen. i don't know if i'm ready for the couch."

"get your mind out of the gutter, mister wang."

"this feels nice. i've missed this. i've missed you, yueyue."

"... i've missed you too."

he wrapped his lanky arms around me and lifted his head off my shoulder. i could finally see his eyes and i breathed a sigh of relief. they were clear and bright which meant he wasn't sick or anything. and it was like he could read my mind because he smiled that im-really-fine-you-can-stop-worrying-about-me smile i've seen so many times when we were shooting together, and gave me a slight squeeze.

"okay. i have to go now. thank you for this."

"and what exactly is this, di?"

"a recharge. ah i wish i could carry you in my pocket so i can get recharged whenever i need to."

"are you calling me a powerbank?"

"ah smart, yueyue! that's exactly it. my own personal portable charger."

"this is because we made you give me your battery for that phantacity skit isn't it?"

"yup. you owe me a lifetime supply of energy now."

i rolled my eyes at his silliness and noticed he was dressed to the nines a.k.a clothes for work.

"where are you going?"

"some clothing brand collection launch i think. i'm not really sure."

i raised my eyebrows. and he grinned that million dollar dylan wang grin at me. the didi i know was definitely back.

"don't give me that look, shen yue. you know i'll make sure what the event is before we get there."

"it's just unlike you not to know, is all."

"low-battery. device not functioning properly."

"i dont think you ever function properly, di. always a few screws loose."

at that, he lifted me off the ground and squeezed me tight.

"i'll let that go coz you've recharged me to ... hmmm ...68% tonight."

"not 100?"

"don't be too full of yourself, miss moon. a 100% charge would require at least a couch and a lot longer than 6 minutes. if you know what i mean."

"see? screws, loose."

"oh you love it."

"aren't you gonna be late?"

he pressed his nose on the top of my head before finally untangling his arms from my waist.

" 'til next time, yueyue."

"good night, di. have fun at the event!"

he winked that fake wink of his and turned to go. i stood there staring at his retreating back until i couldn't see him anymore. little did he know, i needed that too. i smiled at the thought: wang hedi, my own personal energy supply.

(5 November 2018)
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author's note:

this one was written the morning after yy's first appearance on the inn 2. honestly, the scene in my head that i wanted to put into words was nowhere near as fluffy as this. in fact, the vision i had was very angsty (dd showed up at yy's house exhausted with life and wanted to quit it all 😮). i'm glad it turned into this instead. aren't you?

in my head this fic is cotton candy, rainbows and unicorns. it makes me feel warm and fuzzy when i re-read it. i hope it has made you feel the same!

(also, this fic is my lesson that i am really the kind of writer who have no control over her characters. sometimes they just go where they wanna go and i'm just here to follow them in the form of words ;__; )