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Zhao Yunlan is blind. Shen Wei tries a little something to help him see.

Shen Wei struggles with code-switching.

The moment before Zhao Yunlan knocks. The moment before Shen Wei opens the door. The moment before they know.

In which Zhao Yunlan is inexperienced, and Shen Wei is not.

Shen Wei's polished shoe skidded and nearly turned on a patch of ice. Neither of them were at all dressed for the weather, which had transformed from cool spring to deep arctic winter less than an hour ago.

[A recording of a fic by frith_in_thorns]

Welcome to The Impulse

where Zhu Yilong is our star performer performing only on selected days...and Bai Yu is here to watch him..

Something is wrong. That's not the same Zhao Yunlan he kissed goodbye only minutes prior.

The wind is getting up, pushing the cold deeper into Zhu Yilong's bones. He shivers. Without a word, Bai Yu unwinds his woollen scarf and wraps it around Zhu Yilong's neck. He smooths one end down over his chest, and Zhu Yilong's heart rises up to meet his fingers.

He strolls into Zhu Yilong’s office with the swagger of someone who’s accustomed to being bent over the nearest flat surface.

He’d be pretty spread across his desk, Zhu Yilong decides.

Now he seemed frozen, caught out. Where he’d been relaxing a moment before, now his sprawl seemed tense and artificial.

“What do you mean,” he said, “‘agreement’?”

Baiyu is an avid stan. Zhu Yilong does his best to indulge his stan career.

Bai Yu was the goofy little brother; he wasn’t supposed to be feeling this protective.