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Xingchen had made him sit down on the edge of the bed before stepping carefully in the spot between his knees. Xue Yang had been instructed to close his eyes, which he did complicitally, ignoring the throbbing of his chest as he allowed Xingchen to try to figure out what he looked like.
Ever so slowly, those long, chilled fingers cup his face, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones. After a few moments, his fingers move upwards to feel the curves of his ears and Xue Yang stole a quick glance at him. His lips were curled in a little smile, his blindfold was off, exposing his slightly sunken eyelids, but he was staring at him, as if he was truly seeing who he was touching, holding so endearingly. It makes his heart squeeze, but those fingers migrate down to his face once more and he slams his eyes shut.
Xigchen feels over his forehead, his eyebrows and eyelids, chuckling ever so softly when his eyelashes tickle his fingerprints. Xue Yang cannot help but feel a type of way about it, but he hides that thought where it will never see the light of day, especially when Xingchen is feeling over his almost distinct nose.
There’s no real pause there, because both hands slide down his face once more, palms holding his cheeks so his thumbs can map the layout of Xue Yang’s lips. He’s so careful with every single motion, and Xue Yang thinks he might just be able to forgive himself for giving Xingchen the upper hand over him if he just manages to close that gap. He’s absolutely powerless, suspended in the moment.
Xingchen tilts his head down, just a touch too close to be entirely accidental.
Xue Yang isn't sure when he stopped breathing, but it had to be some time after Xingchen's hair slid down his shoulder, draping almost like a privacy curtain to shield them from the rest of the world.
He's thinking too fast to get a handle on a single thought. It's like endless noise in his head, leaving him absolutely paralyzed as the seconds drag on. His hands are sweaty, his spine electrified.
Xue Yang closes his eyes and braces himself.
Everything comes to a screaming halt as an all too familiar tap tap tap of a bamboo cane announces their other housemate.
“Daozhang, Weirdo, are we going shopping or what?? I'm starving,” A-Qing huffs.
Xingchen brightens and turns towards her, “Of course! Oh, I completely forgot, let me finish getting ready.”
Xue Yang watches rather stupidly as the two leave practically arm in arm, Xingchen completely unaffected by the moment they were just having.
Not that Xue Yang himself was affected by it, he just thought that it would work so well with his revenge plot against Xingchen.
Or something.
There has to be something he can stab in the marketplace.