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"So, how long until you forget all about me?" Bai Yu says into Long-ge's shirt with a cheeky smile, not letting his voice crack. Sometimes they're both a bit too good at acting. "Find someone else you'll feed breakfast every morning?"

"An apology," he says simply and then adds, "I didn't like hurting you."

"You didn't hurt me, though?" Bai Yu really shouldn't be explaining acting to Zhu Yilong of all people, but if that's what Long-ge needs right now, he will. He ignores the way his heart just did a somersault; it can wait. "It's not real."

He's struck by the paradox of it — their easy closeness in public, which they could never have behind closed doors because it would mean so much more there.

"I didn't think there was anything that you could learn from me," Bai Yu says, and he's only half joking.

"Hey, what happened to your chin?"

Early morning cuddle attack.

Not quite a miscommunication fic.

My first smut lol.

Matching jackets and soft kisses.

The backs of Bai Yu's thighs hit the piano keys, and the discordant noise makes Long-ge yelp.

"Xiao Bai, careful."

A thousand thoughts per second cross Bai Yu's mind, none of them relevant— No, most of them are extremely relevant. Alas, none of them are appropriate during a live interview.

The first thought, the second thought, the one-hundredth thought, they're all the same.

"Long-ge."

Just reposting old work

A soft karaoke smooch. :)

"You're worth it," Shen Wei will say tomorrow.

"You're worth it," Long-ge says now, as they run their lines late into the night again, at first facing each other properly, and then all tangled in a sleepy heap in the hotel bed.

They are eepy tired.

The moment when Bai Yu could only hear the low, soothing melody of Long-ge's voice, without being able to discern any words, was his last chance to say goodnight and prod Long-ge to go back to his room.

He didn't do that.