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wangxian AU based off kiss and make up by dua lipa and blackpink 
wwx n lwj knew they shouldn’t have done this. they knew it was too soon, that it hadn’t even been two months since they had,,, stopped doing whatever it was they were doing, but they /missed/ each other. they missed each other so much it hurt.
it hurt sm wwx didn’t want to go to sleep at night, bc that would mean he’d have to without texting lwj his nightly cheesy pick-up line to make him smile before bed. it hurt sm lwj avoided checking his phone bc he still hadn’t changed their lockscreen from them.
it’s not like they stopped because it was bad. if anything their time together had made it really, Really good, but when lwj finally broke and confessed his feelings, wwx, for lack of a better word, kinda of freaked.
he knew his feelings for lwj also went past platonic, he enjoyed spending time with him beyond the physical pleasure, but allowing himself to love someone as highly regarded as lwj was by... well by everyone, wasn’t easy.
he told lwj he needed time. he needed time alone to sort out of his own feelings, figure out where he stood, and lwj of course gave that to him. it didn’t make those weeks apart hurt any less, though.
they kept in touch, but it was hard shifting their relationship from one of barely shrouded utmost devotion to one of ,,, just friends. so when wwx invited lwj over for a movie night one friday night, he figured it’d be a good opportunity to solidify that shift.
no touching, no flirting, no cuddling. just two friends watching a movie. they could do that, right? it would be fine!
.... they could, in fact, not do that. at some point between them smoothly navigating lwj entering his apartment, no hugs no awkward almost kisses, and the end of the movie, wwx had ended up in the other’s lap.
wwx fit so perfectly in lwj’s lap, the fact that they were both the same height and wwx very nearly more muscular than lwj not playing into it at all. he was /meant/ to be there and when lwj pulled his shirt over his head and ran his hands over the bare expanse off wwx’s back
wwx couldn’t keep his hips still, grinding them against lwj’s in the well-practiced way that had become a habit. their hands left a trail of fire over each other’s bodies, neither of them having the piece of mind to care about getting burned
“lan zhan,” wwx panted against lwj’s ear, “lan zhan, i’ve missed you. fuck i’ve missed This and your stupid fucked out smile and your regular smile and the way you’d make me breakfast after ruining me and - fuck lan zhan don’t stop”
stopping was the last thing on lwj’s mind. he flipped them over, wwx on his back flat against the couch, his legs dangling off the side at an awkward angle but all his mind could focus on was lwj on top of him, his lips focused on the sensitive spot underneath wwx’s jaw
“wei ying,” lwj says in between kisses, his hand trailing down in between them so slip into the grey sweatpants that lwj loved, loves, so much. “i’ve missed you, too.”
and then their names spill out of the other’s mouth like a sacred prayer, a rediscovered poem that was believed to be lost to time, like a litany spoken by the most devout believers. despite the months apart their edges hadn’t shifted; they still fit like their favorite puzzle
the movie was long forgotten as they touched and kissed and touched some more until after inch of their skin had been loved. they whispered the confessions they were too scared to scream, words melting into their skin like they weren’t even spoken
by the end of the night, once the dvd title menu had been playing for who knows how long, lwj found himself collapsed on top of wwx, their bodies warm and sticky with sweat but neither dared to move. when wwx placed a kiss on top of lwj’s head, his loose hair tickling his nose
it felt somehow more intimate than what they had been doing hours earlier. “i missed you so much,” wwx whispered again, barely audible. “thank you, lan zhan.”
lwj didn’t want to stir, to break their precious, sex and serotonin-induced bubble, but he had to. “i missed you too,” he said, sitting up and getting up from wwx’s chest. “but, wei ying, if we’re doing this again need to talk.”
and talk they did. they stayed up the whole night, talking about their lives the past weeks apart, talking about their feelings and wants and desires, and when they walk into orchestra lecture on Monday morning holding hands, wen qing nearly dropped her $6,000 viola
//end thread 
if anyone even read this, thank u !! it’s my first thread fic and idrk what im doing, but i hope it was somewhat enjoyable !
if anyone even read this, thank u !! it’s my first thread fic and idrk what im doing, but i hope it was somewhat enjoyable !
