Five Times Lan Zhan (Kind Of) Proposed to Wei Ying
Oh, so you thought they wouldn’t be a disaster until the very end? Well, you thought wrong!
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By the time Wei Ying woke up the next morning, Lan Zhan had predictably been awake for some time and was ready to ‘reward’ Wei Ying for his help the previous night with a delicious breakfast. How Lan Zhan managed to get all this food ready without waking Wei Ying he had no idea, but he did appreciate the gesture, nonetheless.
As he said before, Lan Zhan and delicious food was the opposite of a hardship.
Wei Ying let himself be momentarily distracted by some tasty steamed buns, but it was superficially only. He knew that Mianmian had been right when she had told him to talk to Lan Zhan. Unfortunately.
“Lan Zhan,” he spoke up once he had finished his first steamed bun. “I think you need to be a little more careful. Do you remember what happened last night?”
Lan Zhan was quiet for a long time, and elected to stare down at the steamed bun in front of him rather than at Wei Ying.
“Did I cause trouble for Wei Ying?” he asked eventually, quietly.
So contrite! Wei Ying couldn’t handle it.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying sighed. “If this is you causing trouble, then I really don’t want to know my own performance rating.”
He took a bite of a second steamed bun and chewed, thoughtful.
“Not gonna lie, it was pretty funny to see you get drunk the first few times. But now, I’m getting kind of worried, actually. It’s not like you, is what I’m thinking. Especially after that whole Jin Zixun debacle.”
He looked up and found Lan Zhan gazing at him, his eyes unreadable.
“Come on, Lan Zhan,” he wheedled. “Give me something to work with. Is this a late teenage rebellion? Do you need counselling? A fire and brimstone lecture that alcohol is bad for you? Don’t laugh! Lan Zhan, I’m trying to be serious here!”
But Lan Zhan only looked faintly amused with Wei Ying’s suggestions and didn’t reply.
Wei Ying pouted. He was trying to be helpful! Why was Lan Zhan suddenly uncooperative?
“Lan Zhaaaan,” he whined, and that brought Lan Zhan’s attention back to him, the amusement disappearing from his face.
“I am fine, Wei Ying,” he said. “I will stop attending parties if that is what you want.”
“I didn’t say you can’t come to parties!” Wei Ying exclaimed. “I just think we should keep you from getting drunk.”
He paused for one moment, considering.
“I think I just don’t like it when you do things and I have no idea what’s going on in your brain,” he eventually confessed. “It’s cute, don’t get me wrong, but –”
He fell silent, not sure how to tell Lan Zhan about the times when Lan Zhan had snuggled up to Wei Ying. Or gave him presents. Or told him he was going to marry Wei Ying before having his way with him.
“Lan Zhan, do you like me?” he asked abruptly.
Lan Zhan looked a little confused at the sudden question, but he nodded his head and hummed in agreement.
Wei Ying felt himself blush. Of course he’d known that Lan Zhan must like him a little bit, but it was very different to hear it confirmed by a Lan Zhan that was completely sober.
“I like you too, Lan Zhan, just so we’re clear,” he assured his friend. “More than Jiang Cheng, actually, but don’t tell him that. He’ll be sooo mad.”
He smiled, remembering the first time he had said the same thing to a drunk Lan Zhan.
“And you, Lan Zhan?” he teased. “Do you like me more than… rabbits?”
He didn’t ask if Lan Zhan liked him more than Lan Huan, because he wasn’t quite that hubristic.
Lan Zhan’s eyes strayed towards the little rabbit plush toy on his nightstand.
“Hn,” he eventually agreed.
“Ayooo,” Wei Ying exclaimed. “I’m above rabbits? What an honour!”
Lan Zhan nodded, opened his lips as if to say something, and then closed them again.
Wei Ying took notice of the little motion and perked up, his interest piqued.
“Lan Zhan? What is it? No taking it back! I’ve heard it with my own to ears.”
“Not taking it back,” Lan Zhan replied. “But –”
Quite uncharacteristically, he fell silent in the middle of his speech, and seemed to be searching for the right words.
Wei Ying was willing to wait him out, because Lan Zhan never said anything before he was ready to say it. But Lan Zhan didn’t speak up again. Instead, he stood in one abrupt motion, and walked over to the nightstand. He bypassed the rabbit and opened the top drawer of the nightstand. He took something out, and returned to Wei Ying’s side.
He held out a little box to Wei Ying.
“It is not meant as a commitment,” he said. “I do not wish to… trap you. But these have been my feelings for a long time.”
Wei Ying took the little box with shaky fingers. Of course he knew the shape of the box that Lan Zhan presented to him. It was a jewellery box. And jewellery meant…
He opened the little box, his heart nearly thundering out of his chest.
Inside was a beautiful ring, rather delicate, with the tiniest little ruby heart set into it.
Wei Ying gasped.
It was so small and delicate, it almost didn’t seem as if it was meant for him. And yet, it was somehow… perfect.
“Lan Zhan,” he asked with a shaky voice, “is that an engagement ring?”
“It is whatever Wei Ying wants it to be,” Lan Zhan replied, and to his credit, his voice sounded perfectly calm and steady.
But when Wei Ying peeled his eyes away from the ring box and looked up at Lan Zhan, he could clearly see how nervous Lan Zhan was. It showed all too plainly on his face.
Wei Ying had never seen him like this. He’d never seen Lan Zhan want something so openly.
Lan Zhan was a mess.
And that, more than anything else, did Wei Ying in.
His own emotions hadn’t quite caught up with him yet, but that didn’t matter. They would have ample time to catch up later. All that mattered was Lan Zhan, right now.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying cried out, abandoning the little box and throwing himself at Lan Zhan, nearly taking down their breakfast with him. He wrapped his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck and clung to him, not planning to let go anytime soon.
“You should be more careful,” he warned once he had remembered that he was capable of speech. “When you say things like that too often, you might end up with me stuck to you for good.”
“Hn,” Lan Zhan agreed, and unless Wei Ying was completely wrong, he sounded suspiciously satisfied with the idea.
Which, honestly, suited Wei Ying just fine. If Lan Zhan was willing to put up with him, Wei Ying was going to stick to him forever. Not even Lan Zhan’s uncle would be able to peel him off.
“Oh!” He suddenly remembered, righting himself and wriggling around, until he properly sat in Lan Zhan’s lap. “Put it on, put it on! You have to put it on me!”
He eagerly fished for the abandoned box and pushed it at Lan Zhan.
“It’s an engagement ring,” he pompously decided. “I’m going to marry you and we’ll be so happy that everybody will be jealous.”
Lan Zhan didn’t say anything, but when he put the ring on Wei Ying’s finger – of course it was a perfect fit – he did so with an air of distinct satisfaction.
Later, when Wei Ying was snuggled into Lan Zhan’s bed with Lan Zhan as his cushion, he studied the ring on his finger as Lan Zhan carded his fingers through Wei Ying’s hair.
He was liar, probably. Lan Zhan had been trying to tell him something important for a while now, and Wei Ying had been too afraid to listen. Because… why, exactly? He didn’t know.
He’d just desperately clung to ignorance. Probably because he hadn’t thought this possible.
He turned his face and smiled at Lan Zhan, and Lan Zhan returned it with a small, but equally happy smile.
“I really, really like you Lan Zhan, you know that?” Wei Ying asked. “Even without the ring.”
“Hn,” Lan Zhan replied. “But I like the ring.”
“Me too,” Wei Ying confessed, and raised his hand again, to look at the ring on his finger again. “I don’t have one for you, though.”
“When we marry,” Lan Zhan said. All matter of fact.
It struck Wei Ying, then.
They were engaged. Which meant they would get married. And then have many cute babies and they would grow old together and…
“Aaaaaah,” Wei Ying cried, burying his face into Lan Zhan’s chest because he wasn’t able to bear the feeling of happiness rising in his chest.
“Graduation first,” Lan Zhan added.
“No illicit elopement?” Wei Ying asked with a grin, only the tiniest bit serious. After all, getting to boast that Lan Zhan was going to marry him was half the fun of a big wedding ceremony.
“No,” Lan Zhan decided. “When I marry Wei Ying, I will do it right.”
And that was that.
“Hn,” Wei Ying replied, and then he laughed before he kissed Lan Zhan’s nose, wrinkled in offence.
A big wedding ceremony would be a disaster, and it would be perfect.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, Lan Zhan, but I think there should be absolutely no alcohol allowed at our wedding. Ouch, why did you bite me? I’m just looking out for you!”
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