today's thought is: secret idol lwj who lives a double life through...

YES IT'S INSPIRED BY HANNAH MONTANA. AND WHAT OF IT.
it's the perfect arrangement.
on the other hand, lwj absolutely refuses to sing—which is quite easy. he has few friends.
everything is fine.
until, one day, lwj overhears wwx playing a hgj song on his phone speaker and lwj walks straight into a pillar.
wwx, full-on disassociating and on his 23rd repeat of caramelldansen:
earbud, faintly: o-o-oa-oa aa
so lwj stops by his apartment with a small cake, a present, and a card.
wwx invites him into the apartment and eagerly lights a candle on the small cake.
lwj thinks he's supposed to sing 'happy birthday' now.
at the same time, he really, really does not want wwx to have a birthday without anyone to sing him happy birthday.
so, he sings.
it is the worst, most monotone performance of his life.
yet the way wwx smiles is everything.
after sharing a slice of cake, lwj leaves for home after another hug from wwx.
he goes to lie on the floor in the middle of his room and not speak for a good 20 minutes.
when he finally wills himself to get up, he aggressively composes 'wangxian' on his piano.
lwj: omg he's listening to my latest album. omg what does that face expression mean?? 😭😭
wwx, about to sneeze:
the most of his face hgj shows is the lower half, so teaser images for upcoming concerts and albums often focus on his throat, jaw, and collarbones—for the thirst value.
lwj looks over, recognizes his own concert promo image, and accidentally faceplants on the ground.
lwj wants to scream into a pillow. it's like a DATE, but lwj can't GO because it's HIS CONCERT 😭😭😭
wwx shrugs as if he expected it—oof, that hurts—and says, "No worries! I guess I'll ask Wen Ning."
lwj does not want him to ask wn, but he can't say anything about it either.
does he mope in bed after school? yes, yes he does.
usually he can manage his nerves, but today feels like a first performance. lwj wants it *perfect*. for wwx.
it shows wwx, wearing comfy clothes and happily waving a hgj lightstick as he watches hgj on stage.
lwj clutches his phone tightly and watches the short video over and over again.
wwx looks happy.
lwj has never seen him this happy.
the love ballads he later sings on stage suddenly feel too real. he can't help repeatedly looking towards wwx's seating section.
"The masks were so cool!" wwx says into the camera. "The dragon mask was HOT."
hm. it seems wwx likes the dragon mask.
anyhow, he turns a corner and ends up colliding directly into hgj.
the impact is hard enough that hgj's mask falls to the ground.
wwx is still crouched on the ground, covering his face. lwj rushes over, panicked.
to his surprise, wwx laughs and uses one hand to wave at him. "I'm fine! I'm fine. I just don't want to see your face by accident."
very gently, lwj takes his arm and tugs him the other way.
lwj keeps silently tugging him along.
lwj stops in his steps and huffs indignantly.
wwx laughs. "Alright, alright! I'll follow you."
"Honestly, I feel like your way is the best way," wwx rambles on. "I'm sure there are people who envy your work-life balance. It was a good call to keep the two separate."
that is true, lwj must admit.
lwj squeezes wwx's arm and hopes he interprets it as a thank-you.
"Oh, are we here? Is this as far as you take me?" wwx asks, feeling for the door. "Nice! Thank you so much for your help. You get home safe and rest well, alright?"
lwj doesn't want to let go of his arm. they are alone; they have never been alone before, aside from during wwx's detentions.
lwj swallows. still doesn't let go. he may never have this again.
when the moment stretches on, wwx tilts his head. "Something the matter?" he asks.
no. yes. lwj hardly knows anymore. all he knows is that he wants wwx to stay.
he doesn't think. he touches wwx's jaw gently, lifts his own mask, and presses their lips together.
wwx makes a small, pleasing, shocked sound. he flinches away, but lwj follows, stealing a second kiss.
wwx's mouth is very soft and tastes vaguely of the sweet kettle corn the show venue sells. he kisses back tentatively, like he's not sure he's allowed to.
shyly, wwx licks lwj's lower lip, and lwj nearly goes feral with desire.
wwx is a beautiful mess, trembling from head to toe, panting, with his lips and cheeks red.
the moment wwx gets a good grip on the door, lwj turns and—like a coward—flees.
it is an insufficient punishment for what he did to wwx. he'd taken advantage of wwx's kindness and imposed his own desires on someone who neither asked for it nor deserved it.
to lwj's shock, wwx acts… completely normal.
lwj does not know what to do or think.
lwj nearly chokes on the cup of tea he was sipping from. "What?"
"Just a thought." wwx shrugs. "Don't French people kiss as a greeting and stuff?"
wwx shrugs again. "I was just thinking," he says. "Just because his stage name is 'Hanguang-Jun' doesn't mean he doesn't live somewhere unexpected—like France."
lwj thinks he needs to lie down.
"Hm." wwx frowns a little at that and goes quiet. "But then it doesn't make sense…"
lwj's heart rate doubles. "What doesn't?"
"Ah, nothing." wwx waves a hand dismissively. "Just speculation. Nothing more."
life goes on, lwj continues living his double life, and wwx makes no mention of the kiss.
maybe, lwj thinks, wwx has been kissed so often by so many people that their kiss means nothing to him.
the thought is both comforting and agitating.
one day, wwx takes lwj to group karaoke. lwj refuses to sing, but agrees to one(1) rendition of 'Tequila' by the champs.
youtu.be/Vs1xbB3ubCs
one time, it was a mask that lwj forgot to put away in time.
another, it was when wwx arrived early for a visit and caught lxc listening to an unreleased hgj track.
wwx, who thinks lwj is trying to be more funny since he knows that one of wwx's favorite singers is hgj, doesn't believe him—but is happy at lwj's first attempt at humor!
his fans are losing their minds. online forums are bursting with speculation that hgj might be in a relationship now.
yes, yes he has.
in the meantime, lwj has given up trying to hide anything. he lets wwx wander into his closet full of masks and performance outfits.