[he always makes sure that he's awake and gone before xue yang wakes up, otherwise he might not get to leave at all. his boyfriend is...needy. protective. xiao xingchen finds it cute and humorous. so many things that xue yang says and does makes him laugh fondly.
he's not aware that the neighbors are highkey terrified of him. or that the girl that he tutors refuses to come when she knows xue yang is around. and then there's his friends, though xiao is aware that they were really rooting for him and song lan. (song lan who still tries to call sometimes, but gets mysterious blocked at every turn.)
he leaves a couple of candy kisses on the pillow beside xue yang's head, smiling at the way he drools and hisses like a feral kitty while he sleeps. xiao pulls on a fluffy white sweater and heads out. it's that time of year, the time when there's always meals to cook and deliver, protests to attend, recycling to...recycle. xiao xingchen wants to leave the world a much better place than it was when he was born.
it's nearly dark by the time he's finished, and while he's responded to all of the text messages that xue yang sent, he hasn't listened to any of the twelve voicemails. he smiles and shakes his head, skipping them to just call him directly instead.]
I'm coming home. Would you like Thai for dinner? Or we could make curry, those potatoes will go bad in a few days.
[he's so calm. but one force of nature in this relationship is enough.]
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he's not aware that the neighbors are highkey terrified of him. or that the girl that he tutors refuses to come when she knows xue yang is around. and then there's his friends, though xiao is aware that they were really rooting for him and song lan. (song lan who still tries to call sometimes, but gets mysterious blocked at every turn.)
he leaves a couple of candy kisses on the pillow beside xue yang's head, smiling at the way he drools and hisses like a feral kitty while he sleeps. xiao pulls on a fluffy white sweater and heads out. it's that time of year, the time when there's always meals to cook and deliver, protests to attend, recycling to...recycle. xiao xingchen wants to leave the world a much better place than it was when he was born.
it's nearly dark by the time he's finished, and while he's responded to all of the text messages that xue yang sent, he hasn't listened to any of the twelve voicemails. he smiles and shakes his head, skipping them to just call him directly instead.]
I'm coming home. Would you like Thai for dinner? Or we could make curry, those potatoes will go bad in a few days.
[he's so calm. but one force of nature in this relationship is enough.]