Part of growing up and living on your own was learning the true
meaning of ‘just because you can, doesn’t mean you should’ as it applied
to personal matters. Such as, just because Jingyi could eat an entire
container of peanut butter chocolate ice cream for breakfast–because he
was a legal adult now damn it, and no one could stop him–did not mean
he should do it.
And despite the many jokes made by his friends and family members,
Lan Jingyi was actually quite mature and rational. He had to be,
considering the strange way he grew up. He’d always been stubbornly
dedicated to his duties and his studies, he just refused to silence all
the thoughts in his head. Traditions were traditions and should be
respected, but traditions also needed to adapt to a changing world and
Jingyi had zero issues telling his teachers and family leaders that to
their faces and in writing.
Sizhui was going to lead the family. He would be the figurehead. He
would be the face of the Lans. Jingyi would be the power and support
behind him. And the one who wouldn’t hesitate to tell someone to just
fuck right off.
So, yes, Jingyi understood duty and responsibility and strove to do his best at both.
But not today. No, not today. Not at all. Duty could take the biggest of hikes off a cliff today.
Today it was cold. The first truly cold day of October. And it
was pouring down rain. A borderline Nor’easter. They were just lucky a
very early-season blizzard hadn’t decided to drop down on them. And he
could deal with some bad weather, he could, he was a Lan after all, had
done handstands for hours while writing out family runs and reciting
them perfect diction, braced outside of school buildings on icy
walkways. But still. Cold. Rainy. Perfect weather for napping and
cuddling and not leaving the bed for any unnecessary reason. Especially
when he knew Sizhui was still asleep, all warm and soft and cuddly in
It was not a hard decision to tell the world to fuck off and go back to his bedroom.
“You’re supposed to be tutoring right now,” Sizhui mumbled as he
shifted next to Jingyi. He was barely awake, his hands reaching out to
pull Jingyi closer.
“Canceled it,” Jingyi said. He pressed a kiss to the top of Sizhui’s
head and then slid down next to him, practically laying on top of him.
“It’d be both cruel and unusual to make anyone leave their home or dorm
room in this.”
“Some people don’t have a choice,” Sizhui said.
“Thankfully I do,” Jingyi said.
The wind howled outside, rain pounding on the windows. Jingyi watched it all, content with his arms full of Sizhui.
“Hope the power doesn’t go out,” Sizhui said.
“I already have the flashlights and candles ready,” Jingyi said.
He’d prepared everything after he finished texting with his student
and confirmed the cancellation of their session. He loved their home in
Boston, but a strong wind tended to knock the power out here and Jingyi
was already looking at investing in a whole house generator. The winters
seemed to be getting more brutal, and since they also usually housed
some of his teammates, they needed more than just the tiny back-up
generator in the garage that was probably older than both of them. Their
gas bill would go through the roof, and it wouldn’t be a cheap job by
any means, but it’s not like Jingyi or Sizhui were hurting in terms of
financial success. And this wasn’t a frivolous cost. He’d contact Miss
Luo in the morning. Jiang Industries had to know some good contractors
for such a job.
“Shh,” Sizhui said. “Thinking too loud.”
“Sorry,” Jingyi said. “I promise. No more thinking.”
“Good,” Sizhui said. “Sleep now.”
He was so damn cute when he got that little pout and was that delightful combination of tired and bossy.
Jingyi loved him. So much.
“Okay,” he whispered, closing his eyes, and letting the sound of the rain and Sizhui’s steady breaths lull him into sleep.