"You did a good job ying'er." "I know! I just..." He spins away, slides a hand into his hair and pulls. Zishu wants to grab it, pull it away, break the tension lines he sees in hy's (forearm muscle name). "You needed to hear me say it." "Which is stupid. I know it is. Don't say it isn't. Don't. Don't fucking say it isn't." *It's not stupid.* Zishu thinks. *It's the only thing you've ever truly asked from me.* He feels buzzy in his head. He needs Lao Wen here. Lao Wen would laugh at him, tell him he was the one being stupid. Had been stupid. None of this revelation would be a surprise to Wen Kexing. He'd watched ying'er for years. He knew ying'er's every reaction, could predict him like his own (words). But he'd missed this. It was fucking stupid but it wasn't Han Ying who was stupid. He's fucked up here and he needs to tell hy. But how can he when the words choke in his throat at how hollow they are. Words don't mean shit. He's a professional liar, he should know.
please enjoy some VERY unedited #wipwednesday written on my phone while on a roadtrip.
I find it fun to see people's raw writing, so here's some of mine.
#hanwenzhou #hanying #zhouzishu #wordofhonor
