whirlwind: diyue ficlets

drunk talk, sober thoughts

"at least now there's an us. that's better than nothing, right?"

-------

shen yue always gets pensive when she's drunk. they all learned that lesson the awkward way when she suddenly burst out crying at the MG2018 pre-shoot party and wouldn't calm down for hours after. that was a long night but boy, there's no faster way to get to know someone than when she's subconsciously pouring her heart out and forcing everyone to have a heart to heart talk with her. the cast bonded that night, all right. thanks to her.

Dylan smiled as his thoughts went back to all the drunken episodes he's had with her ever since. all the deep heartfelt musings that came out of her mouth every time she had been drunk have made him even more fond of her. if she keeps this up, though, he may have to change the word fond with a different four letter word.

he sighed, "i wonder where she is right now ..."

they had consumed copious amount of alcohol at dinner tonight and then that marriage proposal happened. he saw how wistful she had looked during the whole thing and his heart ached a little. she must be ruminating her thoughts by herself right now. and knowing her, she'll end up crying.

"i dont want her to cry by herself. WHERE THE HECK IS SHE ... wait, is that her? is she hugging a tree?"

he couldn't help but laugh. maybe she wasn't being pensive and sentimental after all. as he got closer though, he saw that she was indeed hugging the tree but her eyes were closed.

"is she sleeping? are those droplets of tears hanging on her lashes?"

as if she could feel him approaching, she opened her eyes and smiled when she saw him.

"wang hedi! fancy seeing you here!"

"you're drunk."

"thank you for the breaking news, captain obvious."

"not as drunk as i thought, then."

she laughed.

"you mean not as drunk at that pre-shoot party? i will never be that drunk ever again. oh GOD that was embarrassing."

"it was endearing."

"only you think that way, you weirdo."

" ... ... so, what are you doing out here?"

"nothing."

"just casually hugging a tree in the middle of mongolian woods, eh? no big deal."

"shut up, di. leave me alone."

"you know i can't do that, yue. i would never do that."

"i know."

"so what's wrong?"

"i'm restless."

"hmmm?"

"you know. just thinking."

"about?"

"us."

"eh?"

" just kidding."

"... ... ... ..."

"seriously, di. i'm just kidding."

"... so, there's an us now?"

"i dont know. is there?"

"i'd like there to be. but not if you don't want it to be."

"that's quite a way to put it."

"what are you thinking right now, yue? right this second."

"i dont know."

"we need to get more alcohol in you then."

that remark earned him a punch in the shoulder.

"ouch. why so violent, woman."

"you deserved it. stop reminding me of that drunken debacle!"

"that? singular? are we sure about that? ... OW!"

"if you're gonna keep teasing me, just go."

"you make it so easy."

"you're impossible."

"because you're evading."

"can you stop being so direct?"

"can you stop stalling and just tell me what you're thinking?"

"is there an us, di?"

"i feel like there is, if we're both freezing our asses off out in the middle of nowhere talking about it."

"this is not the middle of nowhere! it's the inn! our inn!"

"okay, miss drunkeypants. let's not get too excited."

"and it's not freezing! is it freezing? i keep forgetting you're from the south."

"and what's wrong with being from the south?!"

"nothing. just that you all can't stand the cold."

"you can't stand the cold either! you just have the help of alcohol tonight!"

"hmmmm do i? maybe you're right."

"okay. let's get you inside. you just admitted i was right. you're gonna pass out any minute now."

"then this is gonna blow your mind! i think you're right. there is an us. maybe. ugh. i dont know."

"that's all right, yue. we can talk about this some other time. when you're not about to pass out on me."

"no, there is an us. i'm sure of it. you think so too right, di?"

"yes, yueyue. i think so too. now watch where you're going."

"i can walk by myself!"

"i don't think you can, babe. just lean on me, please?"

"did you just call me babe? i like that. you should call me that all the time."

"okay. but you're not gonna remember any of this tomorrow, baby."

"yes i will! ugh why am i so sleepy?"

at that, dylan felt her full weight slowly collapsing on his right shoulder. he looked over at her and smiled at her sleeping face. then he bent down to lift her legs on to his left arm.

as he walked back towards the inn with her in his arms, he thought to himself, "at least now there's an us. that's better than nothing, right? we can work on the rest from there."

(18 November 2018)
-------------------------------

author's note:

if you watched the inn 2 then i think it's clear that this fic was written based on an episode where a guest proposed to his gf (ep 5? 6?). yy looked really drunk in that episode and so this drunk fic yy materialized in my head. writing their banter here was super fun and i think it is my fave out of all the diyue convos i have written.

and again, i feel like the giddiness one may have felt when reading this fic so close to the time of that episode airing must be quite different with whatever feelings you feel when you read it just now (what with the inn 2 and the diyue content glory days now in distant memory). please leave a comment to let me know how this fic made you feel!