11: First Love (The Past Part 2)

The wealthy heir's words happened as he had promised. Everyone was elated breathing the fresh air in an exquisite and exclusive resort at a quiet village up North, except for the grim-looking Lan Wangji who was the conspired sacrificial lamb of the group.

"Lan Wangji. Wei Ying." The names who would be sharing a room for one whole week was announced.

Other cadets snickered discreetly knowing the strings pulled by the playful Wei Ying to have the reclusive Wangji to himself. Lan Wangji on the otherhand wasn't totally oblivious of the conspicuous plan. He did not like the idea, but he stoically accepted the injustice. He isn't the type to make a fuss of such a petty matter.

Wei Ying approached him as soon as the selection was done. "Lan Zhan! Let's go!" He chimed and animatedly dragged the younger to their shared bedroom, unable to hold his excitement for the week ahead.

Presidential Suite.

Wangji narrowed his eyes and glared at the haughty Wei Ying. He does not like the unfairly fancy room especially the lone double bed in the middle. "Stop staring at me like that Lan Zhan! I might melt!" Wei Ying covered his face pretending to be embarassed instead of admitting guilt.

Wangji's hand fisted, eyes wanted to roll in annoyance. "Stop fooling around." He gritted, walking on the other side to take his place on the long couch instead of sharing the bed with the impish man.

"Lan Zhaaan! You can't sleep on the couch!" Wei Ying whined yanking Wangji's arm forcefully. He might've pulled too hard because Wangji lost his balance and the two toppled on the floor with a thud.

"Ouch!" Wei Ying cried hitting his forehead on Wangji's chin.

Wangji froze on the spot in their awkward position, his body was pressing at the top of Wei Ying's slender one. His lips stinged and there was blood oozing from a cut due to the collision. But it was his thundering heart which bothered him. It runs too fast, skipping some beats, making his breaths hitched. He felt doom was near and that death is awaiting for him.

"L-Lan Zhan?!" Wei Ying panicked seeing Wangji's bleeding lips, he had totally forgotten the pain on his own head seeing the other's injury. His small palm cupped Wangji's snow white skin, fingers tenderly brushing the cherry lips which seemed to be hurting. "I'm sorry. Does it hurt a lot?"

Those almond doe eyes directly staring at him with worry drew Wangji into some sort of a deep spell. It bewitched him, binding him to transfix his eyeballs on the enthralling beauty of Wei Ying. 'Has he always had that mole at the corner of his lips?' Wangji wondered, throat getting thirsty staring at the beautiful mark.

Getting no response, the man beneath caught Wangji unblinking and mesmerised. Wei Ying giggled, their bodies vibrating together with his movements. A naughty smile crept up his face as he circled his arm on Wangji's neck, playing with Wangji's silky brown tresses between his fingers. "You know Lan Zhan, I don't like getting dominated by someone like this..." Wangji blinked slowly, withdrawing from his trance. Wei Ying grinned widely, pulling Wangji's face closer as he whispered on the younger's ear, teasingly brushing his soft lips on the reddened shell. "...but if it's you, Lan Zhan, I'll let you take me as you please."

Wangji jumped away as if he had been shocked by a lightning bolt. His nape and ears felt hot and burning, and he could bet his life it was flaming crimson red. "S-Shameless!" He stuttered, breaths unsteady and heart pounding even faster than before. Mind in chaos, Wangji scampered away in a flash, leaving the grinning Wei Ying behind, while asking himself what the hell was happening to him?! The more Wangji ponders, the more frightened he becomes.

"F*ck!" He cursed, tightly pulling his hair almost out of its roots.

Little did Wangji knew, he was already growing feelings he never thought he would ever experience in his life.

On one evening of the excursion, the whole team decided to have a night out at the hotel's bar. Some dancing on the rhythmic music, some playing drunken games like truth and dare, some simply enjoying the unlimited alcoholic drinks served. And there was Lan Wangji, silently sitting by the counter bar, seemingly out of place with no beverage in hand, no pals at his sides, and not even a bit of happiness on his austere facade.

"Senior Lan! Why don't you drink with us?" One female junior took courage, aiming to become closer to the attractive senior who is exceptionally the best catch out of the rest. Desire burning in her eyes, she placed a shot of whiskey on the counter for Wangji to take.

"Spare him! He's enjoying his 'boring' solitude, little Lingjiao!" Wangji's co-senior scorned, irritated why Wangji still gets attention though he was very unsociable.

"Will you shut your f*cking mouth?!" Someone directed a curse to the mocking senior. "Say one more word and I'll kick you out of this place!" The familiar pompous yet cheeky voice warned from the other corner. Wangji's breath got caught up in his throat, his chest tightening in spasm, while his hand started to sweat. He was experiencing the same undesireable symptoms yet again because of the same man. His eyes roamed at the dimly lit hall, sight instantly landing on the source of the voice. 'Wei Ying.' Wangji bit his tongue hard, not wanting the name to come out of his mouth.

Wei Ying was surrounded by female cadets who were almost sprawling their bodies for the man to take notice of them. But Wei Ying's eyes were somewhere else. He was looking only at Lan Wangji. He was watching him, studying him, appreciating all of him from a far.

He gave a lopsided smirk on Wangji's direction when their eyes got tangled in a staring game. There was a playful glint of naughtiness in Wei Ying's eyes as he gulp the alcohol in his glass, licking his lips, leaving it glossy and moist while unbreaking his eye contact with Lan Wangji.

Wangji thought he was losing his mind. From Wei Ying's actions, his world slowed, the loud music stopped echoing, people disappeared in his sight. In his eyes, he can only see Wei Ying and his beautiful face. He can't hear him, but his voice seemed to call for him.

Gulp.

Wangji drank the whiskey on his table and prayed that it will end his delusions. But it only made it worse. His head started to float, his vision fluttering. He was drunk with just a single glass!

Before he could make a scene and passout, strong familiar arms encircled on his waist and shoulder. The faint smell of wild roses and fresh cidar touched his nostrils, lulling him to submission and calmness.

"Lan Zhan..." Wei Ying's voice called and despite Wangji's dizziness, he knew they've reached their suite in no time. His body dropped on the fluffy mattress, pulling with him the warmth he does not want to let go.

"Wei Ying..." He breathed, his unfocused eyes staring at the most beautiful creation God has ever made. His heart was frantically beating on his chest and he could feel Wei Ying's heart syncing with his fast heartbeats.

"Lan Zhan, I like you." Wei Ying said with an honest smile and that made Wangji's eyes shot open and brain cells firing in craze. Suddenly, his drunkenness was swat away into the void. His forehead crunched, lips agape, throat dry. Wei Ying pouted cutely, rosy hue coloring the fair cheeks. "I said I like you, Lan Zhan! Don't you like me too?" He sounded impatient, but Wangji could feel the trembling of his hands pressing on his chest and the hopeful glimmer in his cute dark orbs.

There are things Wangji knew but chose to ignore right from the beginning. But in that particular moment, they were all coming into the surface. His raging emotions. His heart overruling his brain. Without his knowledge, the feelings Wangji set aside increased gradually until it was too late. He realised, Wei Ying's essence had already invaded the deepest corner of his heart.

Like? It was more than that.

Love. Wangji had unknowingly entered the dangerous territory of affection and hearts. His convictions blurred, and he dived deep to get his fill of the sinful thing called love.

He took Wei Ying's lips to his mouth, devouring the soft flesh unrestrainedly. Wangji broke his barriers, crumbled his walls of defenses, to welcome Wei Ying to the spot he had claimed in his heart. It wasn't the alcohol, Wangji was sure. He wants him, likes him, loves him. His Wei Ying. The uncontrollable urge was one proof, his pounding heart was another.

That night, Lan Wangji accepted and experienced the power of his first love. In Wei Ying's soulful eyes and pleasing voice, his teasing and cheeky grin, his warm touch, his lucious mouth and scalding skin, his unyielding presence. His Wei Ying.

"I...love yo-u...urgh...my Lan Z-Zhan..!" Wei Ying revealed, moaning and breathless, while Wangji poured his feelings in the right kind of ecstacy that brought both of them into the route of no return. Their first night of passion. The start of the two's game of hearts.

To be continued....

------A/N:Next chapter is the last chapter of Wangji's flashback. We'll know the reason why he hated Wei Ying in the end.

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18-May-2021