A link tinge appears at his cheeks as he looks away, a little embarrassed.
Sizhui reaches up and runs at the back of his neck, a nervous habit he’s
picked up over the years.
“I mean. You’re my best friend. Of course I was worried about you.”
Oh. See, he was hoping his teasing would just get him a sideways look or some offhanded comment about not being ridiculous, nothing with actual genuineness.
Jingyi's mouth snaps shut, his own cheeks reddening, head dipping in a mixture of shame and sheepishness. Why does he act silly in the weirdest moments around Sizhui? Has to do something with his crush, obviously, making him act more idiotic than necessary.
“You're mine too,” he acknowledges, straightening afterward and bridging what little distance remains between them. “It's why I was worried about the monster and...” But that doesn't matter when everything's fine, right? Right, of course!
He watches Jingyi, trying to figure out what the other boy is thinking. They shouldn't. There's so many rules, he's sure of it. Well. Grand Master Qiren likes Sizhui. He's Hanguang Jun's de facto son, after all. Sizhui licks his lips and chances a half step closer toward the other when he moves closer.
“And...” And??? Jingyi swallows thickly, gaze darting anywhere that isn't Sizhui's face initially, but the longer he considers, the more irritated he gets with himself for acting weird.
His eyes widen once he realizes the other boy has moved even closer, head finally lifting so they're face-to-face again with far less distance between them than before. Of all the times for his stupid motormouth to sputter out, of course... but Jingyi's head shakes then, without a second thought, he leans in and catches Sizhui's mouth with his own.
He kisses him back and moves to slide his arm around Jingyi's waist to pull them closer together. Everything about this is perfect and they could figure it out. He pulls away slowly and can't help the silly grin on his face.
Oh. Okay then, this has definitely gone in an unexpected yet good direction, causing Jingyi's mouth to curve faintly against Sizhui's as the other boy reciprocates.
He lets himself be tugged until they're flush against one another, both of his own arms lifting to circle his friend's shoulders. It's a shorter kiss than he'd like, but his hold loosens so Sizhui can withdraw, a wide, excited grin overtaking his features afterward. “...you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.”
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“Of course I worried about you.”
A link tinge appears at his cheeks as he looks away, a little embarrassed. Sizhui reaches up and runs at the back of his neck, a nervous habit he’s picked up over the years.
“I mean. You’re my best friend. Of course I was worried about you.”
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Jingyi's mouth snaps shut, his own cheeks reddening, head dipping in a mixture of shame and sheepishness. Why does he act silly in the weirdest moments around Sizhui? Has to do something with his crush, obviously, making him act more idiotic than necessary.
“You're mine too,” he acknowledges, straightening afterward and bridging what little distance remains between them. “It's why I was worried about the monster and...” But that doesn't matter when everything's fine, right? Right, of course!
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He watches Jingyi, trying to figure out what the other boy is thinking. They shouldn't. There's so many rules, he's sure of it. Well. Grand Master Qiren likes Sizhui. He's Hanguang Jun's de facto son, after all. Sizhui licks his lips and chances a half step closer toward the other when he moves closer.
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His eyes widen once he realizes the other boy has moved even closer, head finally lifting so they're face-to-face again with far less distance between them than before. Of all the times for his stupid motormouth to sputter out, of course... but Jingyi's head shakes then, without a second thought, he leans in and catches Sizhui's mouth with his own.
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He lets himself be tugged until they're flush against one another, both of his own arms lifting to circle his friend's shoulders. It's a shorter kiss than he'd like, but his hold loosens so Sizhui can withdraw, a wide, excited grin overtaking his features afterward. “...you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.”