Racing heart, yielded feelings,
Tell me, how do you alter me this much...

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I can't figure out what makes my heart beat this fast. Whether it was being unable to think of any excuse to give to Lan Zhan's brother or him being asleep on my shoulder.

Seeing that he won't wake up anytime sooner, I decided to take him to our apartment. I called Uncle Jiang's secretary instead of him to make sure that Madam Yu wouldn't get to know and asked him to send a car to the club.

Right now I'm trying to guess Lan Zhan's password and failing each time. I have to find a way to contact his brother. I tried his birthday, house number, and his birthday again in a different pattern, but nothing seemed to work.

"We're here Mr. Wei. Says Lee, who has been our driver ever since I came to live with my family.

"Thank you, Lee," I say as I get down and lift Lan Zhan on my back.

"Let me help you, Mr. Wei. I'll carry Master Jiang."" Lee too gets down and opens the passenger door. Putting Cheng's arm around his shoulder, he takes him out of the car and locks it. We proceed to the elevator together.

"Is that-" Shijie exclaims as we enter the apartment, seeing the person on my back.

"I'll explain later Shijie," I say. "Keep him on the sofa," I add to Lee.

"Thank you, Lee." I hear Shijie say as I enter my bedroom.

I gently lay Lan Zhan on my bed and remove his shoes and the top buttons of his shirt to make him comfortable. Then I leave to take Cheng to his room. There's no way Shijie could carry him. He weighed like a cow.

"How did Lan Wangji end up in your room?" Shijie asks with a smile that I couldn't read as I lay Cheng on his bed.

"Qing thought that I was kidding when I asked for something nonalcoholic."

She laughs at that. I admit that it is actually funny. Not Wen Qing's mistake. Me ordering something other than liquor. I'm known for my high alcohol tolerance.

"Make sure that you say it's for someone else next time."

"If there is a next time. I still didn't figure out what I'm going to tell his brother."

"Tell him the truth. It can't be helped if he doesn't believe it." She says, and I know that she's repeating my own words for me.

I nod with a smile.

"I'll take care of him. You go ahead and check on the other one." I nod and leave to go back to my room.

I gently wipe Lan Zhan's forehead with a wet cloth. I run it on his temples, cheeks, over his eyes, and his lips. He's grown to such a good looking man.

Wait, why am I focusing on his features so much?

My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of a phone. Not my one. Lan Zhan's. The caller ID said 'Brother'. I answer it. Well, here we go.

"Wangji?"

"Uh, Xichen, this is Wei Wuxian actually."

"Oh, Xian. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Uh- Xichen, I know it's hard to believe, but Lan Zhan got drunk and passed out. I swear it was an accident." I go on explaining what happened. "I'm so sorry about it. It was totally my mistake. Don't blame him. I tried to contact you. I even tried to break his password – wait that sounds wrong-"

When I'm about to say more I hear him laugh and I stop abruptly.

"I understand Xian. I might be ruining my exemplary-brother reputation for saying this. But that's fine." He says and I feel like a one-year-old reading Shakespeare.

"Uh- Thank you."

"No actually, I wanted to thank you. For inviting him. This is the first time he's accepting company."

So, did that mean he hadn't gone out before, much less, haven't had any friends all this time? "Oh... You're welcome, I guess."

"How is he now?"

"Asleep. I'll drop him off tomorrow in the morning."

"No need to worry. I'll send our car."

"Thank you." At that moment Lan Zhan shots up from the bed. "Er, Xichen, I think I have to hang up now."

Lan Zhan

stares at me for a few moments and gets down from the bed.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Xichen asks

"No, no. He... Woke up?" I answer as Lan Zhan walks towards my guitar and looks at it with so much interest. Code red alert -no one hurts my guitar. "I'll call you in the morning."

"Yes, yes. Sure thing. Good night."

"Good Night." I hang-up and quickly walk to his side. "Lan Zhan?"

He doesn't acknowledge me at all. He kept staring at my guitar with dreamy eyes. It reminded me of his younger self. The way he stared at the glimmering dots of the city lights. Stopping myself from staring too long I say, "Lan Zhan, stay here till I get you some water, okay?"

When I return after pouring a glass of water, he was staring at the wall above my table. There was a photograph pasted there. One of the pictures me and my siblings took at a theme park about four years ago.

"Here, drink this." I take his hand and make him hold the glass and guide it to his lips. He obediently drinks it and goes back to staring at the picture. "Do you like it?" I ask.

He shakes his head childishly.

"You don't?"

He shakes his head again. "Missed." He mumbles.

"Huh?"

He looks at my guitar. "Missed." Then at me. "Missed."

He missed me, is that what he's trying to say? "I missed you too, Lan Zhan." I replied and a huge smile spread in his face. So his face muscles did work...

He then takes my hand at stares at the wristband. "Keep it. Forever."

I smile at him. "I will."

He seemed to be unsatisfied with my answer. He keeps my hand above his heart. I felt it beat, pretty fast. "Forever."

"Yes, Lan Zhan. I will keep this band forever." I don't know what I did wrong, but that made him angry. He lets go of my arm in the way you drop something on the floor.

He turns his phone on and shows the screen to me. "Late. Sleep." He says and climbs to my bed. He covers himself with my blanket and sleeps again as if it was his own bed.

What in the world just happened? How did I manage to make him angry? I agreed to him, right?

But well, drunk Lan Zhan is interesting. And sleeping Lan Zhan is adorable.

God... what did I just say?

What's wrong with me? Do I really like him that way?

I shake my head as if it will make the thoughts disappear.

Grabbing a blanket I walk towards the couch in the other corner of my room. I don't mind sleeping here, because this does serve as my bed some nights. Nights that aren't pretty to remember. I lie down and stare at the lump on my bed.

As usual, I will let time clarify things.

Drunk Wangji today...
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