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Since I’m not in the right mindset to write a full-on fanfic right now, lemme start this thread of my #XueXiao Modern AU story that I wanna write.
*thump* Slamming on the breaks, Xingchen brings the car to a screeching halt.
Hands still in the steering wheel, frantic and confused he asks Zichen, “Did I just hit a cat. Shit. I did. I did. It’s sooo loud. What do I do. I killed a cat.”
Zichen: “Calm down.”
Hands still in the steering wheel, frantic and confused he asks Zichen, “Did I just hit a cat. Shit. I did. I did. It’s sooo loud. What do I do. I killed a cat.”
Zichen: “Calm down.”
XXC: “I’m going down. I need to see if it’s a cat.”
Hell. It’s not a cat. No. It’s sooo much worse than a cat. Xingchen just hit a guy, lips bleeding and bruised all over. SHIT. Xingchen is almost in tears. His heart cannot bear the fact that he just hit a human being.
Hell. It’s not a cat. No. It’s sooo much worse than a cat. Xingchen just hit a guy, lips bleeding and bruised all over. SHIT. Xingchen is almost in tears. His heart cannot bear the fact that he just hit a human being.
Hell. Xingchen can’t even hurt a fly. NOT EVEN AN ANT. His heart breaks for the man lying in his arms.
Zichen helps the rattled Xingchen up.
Zichen:”Take him backseat. I’ll drive.”
Zichen:”Take him backseat. I’ll drive.”
They hear faint siren sounds blare from a distance making Xingchen all the more nervous.
He thinks, maybe he deserves to be imprisoned.
He thinks, maybe he deserves to be imprisoned.
Hurting, Xue Yang wakes to the sound of Xingchen constantly wallowing in guilt. His eyes remained shut.
Xue Yang lingers on the warmth of Xingchen’s hand on his cheek. All the horrendous things he went through, all melted away.
Whoever this man is, he thought, must be an angel.
Xue Yang lingers on the warmth of Xingchen’s hand on his cheek. All the horrendous things he went through, all melted away.
Whoever this man is, he thought, must be an angel.
Xingchen was too anxious, too rueful to notice that the guy he hit is badly injured. His clothes, stained with fresh blood. The man had chains all over his body, peeking through his thin black mesh shirt. His pants are scraped.
He can’t be completely liable for this.
He can’t be completely liable for this.
Did he mention that the guy is cute? OH GOD. HE’S CUTE. How can a guy so cute be soooo battered. Xingchen is in pain at the sight of him while Zichen cannot keep his eyes on the road.
Zichen: “Is he awake?”
Xingchen: “No. not yet. But he’s breathing.”
Xingchen: “No. not yet. But he’s breathing.”
Xingchen moved his hand away from the man’s cheek down to his chest to see how his heart is beating.
Zichen regrets asking about him.
Zichen regrets asking about him.
Xingchen: “should we take him to the hospital?”
The man grabbed his arm in a snap and startled poor Xingchen.
With his labored breathing, he says, “Don’t. Please. Don’t.”
The man grabbed his arm in a snap and startled poor Xingchen.
With his labored breathing, he says, “Don’t. Please. Don’t.”
Zichen runs through his mental checklist and this guy just ticks all the criteria... YES.. ohhh yes. THIS GUY IS TROUBLE.
*more like trouble for his budding relationship with Xingchen but... we’ll get to that*
*more like trouble for his budding relationship with Xingchen but... we’ll get to that*
Xue Yang begs his lovely angel of a saviour not to take him to the hospital. No. They gotta keep moving... or else.. they will find him.
Xingchen: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should’ve been careful driving at night.”
Xingchen: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should’ve been careful driving at night.”
A-yang is getting sick and tired of this man apologizing. He’s fine. He’s alive and breathing and safe in his arms, what more can he ask for? Peace and quiet.
Xue Yang wants soooo badly to shut Xingchen’s apologetic mouth with his lips.
Yes. His angel is cute. He thinks.
Xue Yang wants soooo badly to shut Xingchen’s apologetic mouth with his lips.
Yes. His angel is cute. He thinks.
Xue Yang: “Just take me home.”
Xiao Xingchen: “But.. your wounds. OH GOD. Your wounds
”
Xiao Xingchen: “But.. your wounds. OH GOD. Your wounds
”
Xue Yang’s bloodied lips perk up to a sexy smirk.
XY: “Take me home.”
Xiao Xingchen is stunned.
XY: “Take me home.”
Xiao Xingchen is stunned.
Xingchen lost it. Shit. Who wouldn’t lose their mind at the sight of Xue Yang’s killer smirk.
Zichen perks up at the driver seat. “Xingchen, ask him where he lives.”
Xingchen: “No. He’s coming home with us.”
Xingchen: “No. He’s coming home with us.”
Xingchen nurses the beat up Xue Yang in his bedroom.
Zichen: “Xingchen, you can sleep in my room tonight.”
Zichen watch as Xingchen gently tend to A-yang’s wounds. Fingers lingering at the man’s wounds.
Xingchen is too nice for his own good.
Zichen: “Xingchen, you can sleep in my room tonight.”
Zichen watch as Xingchen gently tend to A-yang’s wounds. Fingers lingering at the man’s wounds.
Xingchen is too nice for his own good.
Song Lan (Zichen) watching Xingchen coddle the stray Xue Yang...
Xue Yang doesn’t move away from Xingchen’s touch. They stayed still in silence before Xingchen broke his silence.
“It’s getting late. I’ll let you rest some more. Please feel at home.” He whispered softly.
“It’s getting late. I’ll let you rest some more. Please feel at home.” He whispered softly.
Home....
Tears form behind Xue Yang’s tight shut eyes..
He NEVER had a place he called home.
Never.
“Thank you.” He whispered in between broken sobs.
Xue Yang has been devoid of warmth, growing up alone and astray. Xiao Xingchen is the stranger who completes him.
Tears form behind Xue Yang’s tight shut eyes..
He NEVER had a place he called home.
Never.
“Thank you.” He whispered in between broken sobs.
Xue Yang has been devoid of warmth, growing up alone and astray. Xiao Xingchen is the stranger who completes him.
Xue Yang: “Please let me know your name.”
Xingchen’s soft lips perk up to a smile, “Xingchen. Xiao Xingchen.”
XY: “Are you not going to ask for mine?”
XXC: “Care to give me your name then?”
XY: *blush* “Xue Yang”
XXC: “Goodnight, A-yang.”
Xingchen’s soft lips perk up to a smile, “Xingchen. Xiao Xingchen.”
XY: “Are you not going to ask for mine?”
XXC: “Care to give me your name then?”
XY: *blush* “Xue Yang”
XXC: “Goodnight, A-yang.”
The following morning, Xue Yang is greeted with truckload of questions from Song Lan.
XY to SL: “Whoa there, my friend. Are you the police? Do you even have a name? You ask me all of these questions but don’t you think it’s a bit rude that you haven’t introduced yourself yet?”
XY to SL: “Whoa there, my friend. Are you the police? Do you even have a name? You ask me all of these questions but don’t you think it’s a bit rude that you haven’t introduced yourself yet?”
Zichen: “Sorry. Song Lan here, Xingchen calls me Zichen. Now are you ready to tell me what happened?”
XY: “Why? Why do you care so much?”
If Zichen is being honest, it’s because he can’t stand seeing Xingchen fall trap to other people’s messy business.
XY: “Why? Why do you care so much?”
If Zichen is being honest, it’s because he can’t stand seeing Xingchen fall trap to other people’s messy business.
Xingchen to Xue Yang: “You’re awake!”
*turns to SL* xxc to Zichen: “You’re here? Come! I made breakfast for all of us.”
Xue Yang to Song Lan: “Thanks for your concern. I’ll be with you in a while.”
*turns to SL* xxc to Zichen: “You’re here? Come! I made breakfast for all of us.”
Xue Yang to Song Lan: “Thanks for your concern. I’ll be with you in a while.”
People throw away broken stuff. Xue Yang knows that well. He stares at his dead beat body and the self loathing crept up on him.
He knows he’s not welcome in this home.
He knows he’s not welcome in this home.
“Xue Yang!” Xingchen excitedly invites him to the breakfast table.
Song Lan sits next to him, silently digging at his own plate.
“It’s okay. Sit. Please.” Xingchen wooing him to eat.
Song Lan sits next to him, silently digging at his own plate.
“It’s okay. Sit. Please.” Xingchen wooing him to eat.
Maybe getting hit by a car isn’t the worst thing to have happened to him.
Small mercies.
Xue Yang completely surrendered to fate that night, running off to any direction his feet may lead him.
Small mercies.
Xue Yang completely surrendered to fate that night, running off to any direction his feet may lead him.
Zichen to Xue Yang: “Eat. You must be famished. Eat as much as you wish. There’s enough for everyone.”
Xingchen thanked Zichen silently with his eyes. Xingchen felt the tension from the two of them, he’s glad they’re finally civil.
Xingchen thanked Zichen silently with his eyes. Xingchen felt the tension from the two of them, he’s glad they’re finally civil.
It feels like the first time Xue Yang had a proper meal made by decent people. It may not be a feast, but it is warm and tasty.
Xue Yang looks over to Xiao Xingchen, the man is on top of the world. He has never seen such a genuine smile before.
This man... his kindness... is way too sincere.. it set fire to his desire for more.
This man... his kindness... is way too sincere.. it set fire to his desire for more.
Maybe.. Xue Yang wants to be the world and put Xingchen right on top of him.
xxc to xy: “Xue Yang! Com’ere.”
Xue Yang, reluctant at first until his eyes grew, shining almost like a full moon.
xxc: “Dessert.”
Xingchen hands him a handful of candies.
Xue Yang to Xingchen:
Xue Yang, reluctant at first until his eyes grew, shining almost like a full moon.
xxc: “Dessert.”
Xingchen hands him a handful of candies.
Xue Yang to Xingchen:
Xue Yang is smitten. What did he ever do to come across such an angel, that was Xiao Xingchen, his angel.
Zichen may have humored Xingchen in welcoming Xue Yang but he cannot shrug his suspicion for the man.
Days have passed and Xue Yang is evidently recovering.
Zichen can only watch as Xingchen grow fonder of his rescued kitty.
sl to xxc: “When is he leaving?”
xxc: “When he’s all better.”
Song Lan:
Xingchen: “What!”
Zichen can only watch as Xingchen grow fonder of his rescued kitty.
sl to xxc: “When is he leaving?”
xxc: “When he’s all better.”
Song Lan:
Xingchen: “What!”
Xue Yang remain tight lipped about his life before the accident.
Xingchen have absolutely no plan of prying over the man’s business.
Zichen had to make a move.
Xingchen have absolutely no plan of prying over the man’s business.
Zichen had to make a move.
Zichen to Xue Yang: “Feeling better now?”
Xue Yang: “Yeah, man. I mean, I’m good.”
Zichen: “F*ck me.”
Xue Yang: “Yeah?”
Zichen: ...
Xue Yang: “I don’t do it for free, bro.”
Xue Yang meant it. Figuratively and Literally.
Xue Yang: “Yeah, man. I mean, I’m good.”
Zichen: “F*ck me.”
Xue Yang: “Yeah?”
Zichen: ...
Xue Yang: “I don’t do it for free, bro.”
Xue Yang meant it. Figuratively and Literally.
Zichen: “I mean, I don’t buy it. What’s making you stay!”
Xue Yang: “Why do you hate me so much, man. I mean no harm. If you want, you can have him. Just let me stay.”
Z: “What?”
XY: “You like him, right? Is he good? Nvm. He’s yours.”
Xue Yang: “Why do you hate me so much, man. I mean no harm. If you want, you can have him. Just let me stay.”
Z: “What?”
XY: “You like him, right? Is he good? Nvm. He’s yours.”
Xue Yang deliberately shrugged off Xingchen for days.
Xingchen to Song Lan:
“Did I do something wrong?”
Xingchen to Song Lan:
“Did I do something wrong?”
Depite him being constantly ignored by Xue Yang, never was there a day where Xingchen forgot to leave him candy trails.
He would sneak in the morning to check if the candies were gone. His heart skips a beat in fear of being found. He wouldn’t want to overstep his boundaries.
He would sneak in the morning to check if the candies were gone. His heart skips a beat in fear of being found. He wouldn’t want to overstep his boundaries.
