Thinking about childhood friends WangXian where bored WWX is constantly trying to learn a new hobby/trade that requires physical contact and LWJ is constantly struggling with being his test subject...
LWJ is struggling because WWX never really used to touch him so much and now all of a sudden he keeps... Doing things. To him. And it's /ANNOYING/
Like what if WWX decides he wants to be a hairstylist. So what he's in college for Law? He likes messing with people's hairs. He thinks he'd be good at it.
So he shampoos LWJ's hair really slowly and with so much care and LWJ is like "oh. Oh. This is WORSE"
So he shampoos LWJ's hair really slowly and with so much care and LWJ is like "oh. Oh. This is WORSE"
WWX is massaging LWJ's scalp. He is brushing his fingers on LWJ's ears. He is TOUCHING HIS NECK. LWJ is having the best time of his life, the worst time of his life
It's not like LWJ doesn't know he's been nurturing a crush on his best friend for 8 years. It's just that, if WWX isn't contantly touching him, the crush is manageable. He can look at WWX from afar and admire him, without having (too many) explicit thoughts.
But this isn't something he's ready for. WWX isn't only touching him, he's being /tender/ about it. LWJ's never been to a hairstylist this careful. WWX asks him "Is the water temperature ok?" and he can't even answer, bc compared to how hot his skin is, any water would feel cold.
But WWX never settles on a single thing. After he's finally getting the hang of hair - and after giving LWJ a wolfcut he did not want, but kinda likes - WWX decides he wants to be a tattoo artist.
"Lan Zhan, take off your shirt!"
"What."
"Lan Zhan, take off your shirt!"
"What."
"I wanna practice my art on you."
"You're already a good artist."
"But skin is different!"
LWJ shyly offers his arm, but WWX laughs.
"I need to practice on a big canvas. Something difficult to do. I was thinking of doing a chest tattoo that continues on your shoulder."
"You're already a good artist."
"But skin is different!"
LWJ shyly offers his arm, but WWX laughs.
"I need to practice on a big canvas. Something difficult to do. I was thinking of doing a chest tattoo that continues on your shoulder."
"Why there?"
"Uh..." WWX seems to hesitate. "Because it's a tricky spot? And technically I'm getting two places at once."
LWJ frowns. "I don't want a chest tattoo."
"Lan Zhan, this is just practice. I'm not really giving you a tattoo," he raises a few pens.
"Uh..." WWX seems to hesitate. "Because it's a tricky spot? And technically I'm getting two places at once."
LWJ frowns. "I don't want a chest tattoo."
"Lan Zhan, this is just practice. I'm not really giving you a tattoo," he raises a few pens.
LWJ doesn't think this is how tattoo practicing works. He's sure you have to practice with the needles on fake skin first.
He's about to say that, when WWX pouts and does his /nose sratch/ thing that makes him look too cute not to listen to. "You don't wanna try?" he asks.
He's about to say that, when WWX pouts and does his /nose sratch/ thing that makes him look too cute not to listen to. "You don't wanna try?" he asks.
LWJ has never claimed to be a strong-willed man.
"Okay," he says, and takes off his shirt.
Needless to say, it goes very poorly.
For him, that is. WWX is having the time of his life.
"Okay," he says, and takes off his shirt.
Needless to say, it goes very poorly.
For him, that is. WWX is having the time of his life.
"Wow, Lan Zhan, you're so strong," he says, with his hand splayed over LWJ's back to keep him in place. "I never knew yoga could make you ripped like that."
LWJ doesn't answer. He isn't sure he can talk. He's been shirtless in front on WWX before, but it never involved touching.
LWJ doesn't answer. He isn't sure he can talk. He's been shirtless in front on WWX before, but it never involved touching.
Carefully, he takes a pillow from the couch and holds it above his lap. WWX thankfully doesn't notice.
"I could tattoo your entire body, if you wanted," WWX says, and his voice has suddenly gone very low, which is. Not ideal. LWJ shifts on the chair. "Wouldn't that be cool?"
"I could tattoo your entire body, if you wanted," WWX says, and his voice has suddenly gone very low, which is. Not ideal. LWJ shifts on the chair. "Wouldn't that be cool?"
LWJ hums, because not making any sounds would be suspicious.
WWX keeps talking. "I could do something over your entire back. Maybe... on your legs, too. If you'd like that."
LWJ takes a very slow breath. If WWX keeps talking about parts of his body, he isn't gonna survive this.
WWX keeps talking. "I could do something over your entire back. Maybe... on your legs, too. If you'd like that."
LWJ takes a very slow breath. If WWX keeps talking about parts of his body, he isn't gonna survive this.
"I don't want any tattoos," he says, way more harshly than he intended to.
"Oh," WWX says. "Sorry."
He goes quiet after that.
LWJ thinks WWX's slow breaths hitting his skin as he draws is much, much worse.
"Oh," WWX says. "Sorry."
He goes quiet after that.
LWJ thinks WWX's slow breaths hitting his skin as he draws is much, much worse.
It doesn't stop there. WXX tries anything and everything on him.
LWJ would be lying if he said he hates WWX's new search for a hobby. Trying to guess what his next obsession will be is half the fun. The other half is, of course, having WWX's attention on him.
LWJ would be lying if he said he hates WWX's new search for a hobby. Trying to guess what his next obsession will be is half the fun. The other half is, of course, having WWX's attention on him.
Even if he is struggling, he feels... Closer to WWX. More intimate. They never needed an excuse to hang out, but it's good to know that he's the first person WWX thinks of when he needs something like this. And LWJ wants to be there for him.
So he decides to endure it.
So he decides to endure it.
He endures it when WWX decides to make clothes for him, forcing him to stand in his living room for an hour as he takes his measurements. An entire hour of WWX putting his hands around his waist, his hips, kneeling in front of him.
LWJ grinds his teeth and tries to meditate.
LWJ grinds his teeth and tries to meditate.
He endures it even when WWX decides that he'd be good at makeup, and barges into his apartment with a bag full of products. He stands entirely too close, almost sits on LWJ's lap, and his makeup brushes grazing on LWJ's skin keep giving him chills.
"Open your eyes," WWX whispers.
"Open your eyes," WWX whispers.
LWJ holds his breath, and opens his eyes.
WWX is right there, smiling his gorgeous smile, his face close enough that if he leaned in a little he could brush their noses together.
"Mascara," WWX explains, and his breath smells like the pineapple juice he just drank.
WWX is right there, smiling his gorgeous smile, his face close enough that if he leaned in a little he could brush their noses together.
"Mascara," WWX explains, and his breath smells like the pineapple juice he just drank.
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