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Untamed Fest Day Twenty-One: Dream

Where ‘asking out your crush’ really hits that ‘Expectation vs. Reality’ example hard.

Sizhui was in that hazy post-nap state, where he wasn’t quite awake, but he wasn’t still asleep. He remembered curling up on the chair next to his bedroom window, breathing in the crisp air of a mid-October afternoon finally turning cold. He remembered he had a mug of hot chocolate and a book he’d been waiting to read for almost a month. He remembered his dad knocking on his door and telling him to close the window because a storm was coming.

It was the first tap tap taps that finally dragged him out of his sleep daze. He blindly felt for the window latch and pulled it close just as the heavens ripped open and started to pour.

Tap tap tap.

Sizhui squinted up at his window. All he could see was regular raindrops. No hail yet. And the rain wasn’t hard enough to sound that loud.

Tap tap tap.

Sizhui jumped as his phone vibrated, loud against the glass coaster on his side table.

“Jingyi?” Sizhui asked as he answered.

“Well--come--window!” Jingyi’s words were cut up by the storm and Sizhui’s phone beeped with the dropped call.

A text came through.

Open your fucking window!

Well, that was rude.

Sizhui sat up, pushing his hair out of his face and pushed opened the window. He looked down near the big oak tree where Jingyi stood, soaking wet already in his Lan Academy blue zip-up hoodie and a pair of jeans. He was waving his phone in the air and yelling something up at Sizhui.

“I can’t hear you, dumbass!” Sizhui yelled back. “Did you lose your key? Get in the house!”

“Sizhui!” Jingyi yelled, obviously frustrated.

“Get in the house!” Sizhui yelled back as he closed his window.

He marched downstairs, muttering the entire time about his best friend’s stupidity, and who just stood in the rain outside someone’s window like that when he obviously had a perfectly working phone?

Sizhui was in love with a complete and utter idiot.

“Sizhui?” Papa asked.

“Jingyi’s outside,” Sizhui explained as he dashed into the laundry room and dug some of Jingyi’s clothes out of the clean wash bin. “Idiot was standing out in the rain. He’s going to get sick.”

Papa stood in the kitchen, frozen, eyes trained on the calendar near the clock.

“It’s the 21st,” he said.

“Uh, yeah,” Sizhui said as he shifted Jingyi’s clothes in his arms and pushed past Papa. “Is it someone’s birthday or something?”

“No,” Papa said. “No, it’s not.” He stopped Sizhui with a hand on his shoulder and stared down at him, a warm smile on his face.

“Papa?” Sizhui asked, suddenly worried.

“It’s nothing,” Papa said. He kissed the top of Sizhui’s head. “I love you. Go get Jingyi.”

“Okay,” Sizhui said.

“Lan Zhan, where’s the popcorn?” Dad asked before he suddenly gave a yelp, Papa pulling him into the laundry room and shutting the door.

“Weird,” Sizhui said, but not necessarily unusual for his parents.

He finally got to the front door and pulled it open. He glared up at the stupid fool soaking wet and shivering on the front step.

“You could’ve just knocked,” Sizhui said.

A song was playing on Jingyi’s phone, clutched in his hands.

“Is that In Your Eyes?” Sizhui asked. “Are you back on the 80s music binge?” Sizhui turned and headed back towards the kitchen. “Come on, get in here.”

“Sizhui,” Jingyi said.

Sizhui turned back around. “Jingyi are you suddenly living under vampire rules? Do I need to officially invite you in? Come inside before you get sick.” Jingyi already looked a little green. “I’m serious, don’t make me drag you inside.”

“Sizhui,” Jingyi repeated, voice soft.

“What?” Sizhui asked. He shifted Jingyi’s clothes again and felt around his face. “Do I have a big zit or something?” He felt his hair and...oh. Ugh. He could feel the rats nest. “Okay, look, I was sleeping.”

“Sizhui,” Jingyi said again, this time near laughter.

“What?” Sizhui asked.

Jingyi came inside then, his sneakers squeaking on the foyer floor as he toed them off. He walked over to Sizhui, leaving puddles in his wake, before cold hands cupped Sizhui’s face.

“What?” Sizhui asked, suddenly feeling lost.

“Stop talking,” Jingyi said.

“Oh...okay,” Sizhui said.

Jingyi nodded. He took a deep breath and then rested his forehead against Sizhui’s own.

“You’re my best friend. You’re probably the most important person in my life. And I’m scared shitless right now.”

Sizhui tried to reassure him but Jingyi quickly put one of his shaking hands over Sizhui’s mouth.

“Shh, it’s not your turn yet,” Jingyi admonished. “I’ve been dreaming, for months, for years, of this moment. I planned how I’d ask. I had speeches prepared. I probably shouldn't have gone with the Say Anything inspiration without checking the weather report first. And now I’m standing here and I all I can think of is Persuasion. That letter. At the end. And that line. I am half agony, half hope. And I get that. Holy shit, do I get that.”

“Jingyi?” Sizhui tried to ask.

“Sizhui,” Jingyi said. “Sizhui, will you go out with me? On a date? On every date? Forever?” He laughed. “I mean, I’ll start with one, but I have a fifteen year plan.”

The clothes toppled out of Sizhui’s arms. His jaw dropped. He could hear the low whispers of his fathers coming from the laundry room.

What?

He’d been dreaming of this for over a year, telling himself it would never happen, and just recently decided that if he wanted it, he’d have to ask himself and then Jingyi just showed up like nothing and Sizhui was still not awake enough to fully deal with all of this, and all his emotions, and joy was fighting pretty hard with indignation and worry to come out on top.

“You utter fucking asshole,” Sizhui spat out as he pushed Jingyi’s hand off his mouth. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get over you? How I’ve spent the past year trying to get over myself because of the way you smile at Ari fucking Ramos and you’re just going to come over here and quote Persuasion at me and then try to catch a fever and die?” He cupped Jingyi’s shocked face in his hands. “Oh, we’re going out,” Sizhui said. “And you’re going to properly apologize to me for the emotional hell I’ve been putting myself through for the past year just so you could have some grand romantic gesture.”

“You avoided me for the first two weeks of school!” Jingyi said. “I thought you had a crush on Zizhen and didn’t know how to tell me!”

“That’s like having a crush on a puppy,” Sizhui said. He gripped his hands in Jingyi’s soaked white t-shirt. “Jingyi, when has it ever been anyone else but you for me?”

“Yeah, well, ditto,” Jingyi said.He pulled Sizhui into a hug. “You ruined my romantic gesture,” he murmured into Sizhui’s hair.

“Mother Nature ruined your romantic gesture,” Sizhui said. He pulled back and daringly pressed a kiss to Jingyi’s cheek. “Though your efforts are appreciated. Now, please, go get dressed. I’m not doing your homework if you wind up in the hospital with some sort of respiratory infection.”

“Yes, you will,” Jingyi said as he bent and picked up his clothes. He pressed a kiss to Sizhui’s cheek as he passed, right over his mole.

“Yes, I will,” Sizhui said as Jingyi closed the door to the first floor bathroom.

From the laundry room loud clapping echoed through the kitchen and into the main hall.

Sizhui narrowed his eyes. Papa had checked the calendar. He knew. He fucking knew.

“Family conference!” Sizhui yelled.

Part II

#long post #untamedfest #fandom: the untamed #verse: lahl #fic: tales from lan academy #the untamed #my ridic writing

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