[ Of all the ways that Lan Zhan had imagined that Wei Ying might find out about his crush, a texting thread stemming from his naked photography wasn't one of them. As he hurries to put on proper clothes, he stares at the photograph in question that's leaning against the back wall of his closet—facing away, of course, so that he isn't met with the blush-inducing image of Wei Ying's dick every single time he opens the closet. He realizes that he'll need to confess that he was the mysterious buyer, and such a thought worries him. Will Wei Ying rethink his feelings for Lan Zhan if he finds out that he is the unsavory patron? Will he be offended that Lan Zhan saw it as an opportunity to simultaneously help him financially and maintain his purity, his honor?
These are questions that haunt him on the drive to Wei Ying's place. At the forefront of his mind is the very new and sudden realization that his feelings are not completely one-sided. Wei Ying's thoughts on the matter are still uncertain, but Lan Zhan couldn't continue the conversation through text messages, or even over the phone. Something of his magnitude, this importance, deserves to be handled in person. Wei Ying is worth that much, at the very least—at the most, a far more romantic confession. Lan Zhan may not look it, but he is a romantic deep down in his heart. Even without plans to admit his feelings any time in the near future, he'd always pictured it happening somewhere with beautiful scenery, or shared memories, or anything better than standing statue-still in front of Wei Ying's door, hesitant to knock because he still hasn't found the words.
Wei Ying will have words enough for the both of them, as always. He needs to be confident of that, just as he should have been confident that Wei Ying would see through him to the truth in his heart eventually. Their conversation has filled him with hope, yes, but as he knocks on the door, he can't help but feeling the nervous fluttering of wings in his stomach. ]
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[ Of all the ways that Lan Zhan had imagined that Wei Ying might find out about his crush, a texting thread stemming from his naked photography wasn't one of them. As he hurries to put on proper clothes, he stares at the photograph in question that's leaning against the back wall of his closet—facing away, of course, so that he isn't met with the blush-inducing image of Wei Ying's dick every single time he opens the closet. He realizes that he'll need to confess that he was the mysterious buyer, and such a thought worries him. Will Wei Ying rethink his feelings for Lan Zhan if he finds out that he is the unsavory patron? Will he be offended that Lan Zhan saw it as an opportunity to simultaneously help him financially and maintain his purity, his honor?
These are questions that haunt him on the drive to Wei Ying's place. At the forefront of his mind is the very new and sudden realization that his feelings are not completely one-sided. Wei Ying's thoughts on the matter are still uncertain, but Lan Zhan couldn't continue the conversation through text messages, or even over the phone. Something of his magnitude, this importance, deserves to be handled in person. Wei Ying is worth that much, at the very least—at the most, a far more romantic confession. Lan Zhan may not look it, but he is a romantic deep down in his heart. Even without plans to admit his feelings any time in the near future, he'd always pictured it happening somewhere with beautiful scenery, or shared memories, or anything better than standing statue-still in front of Wei Ying's door, hesitant to knock because he still hasn't found the words.
Wei Ying will have words enough for the both of them, as always. He needs to be confident of that, just as he should have been confident that Wei Ying would see through him to the truth in his heart eventually. Their conversation has filled him with hope, yes, but as he knocks on the door, he can't help but feeling the nervous fluttering of wings in his stomach. ]