Shen Yuan isn't nervous. It would be silly to be nervous for a date night with Binghe, when basically all they do is have dates. But it's—kind of a little bit their anniversary. Right? And when he'd suggested dating to Binghe it had been—not like a test, really, but a sort of stopgap measure, to make sure it's really what he wanted—that Shen Yuan was really what he wanted, and not just the first, like, easy pretty boy who was nice to him.
It's been six months, now, and somehow Binghe is still his. Just his, has never even really flirted with anyone else where Shen Yuan can see.1 Isn't it—shouldn't he, like, do something?? About it?? He doesn't know what—he doesn't know what he can give Binghe that Binghe doesn't already have, or tell him that he doesn't already know. But it's making him—not nervous, but a little excited. Plus, they've both been a little bit excited in general lately, ever since they started actually talking more, ever since Shen Yuan cut his hair, like he'd managed to sever himself from Shen Qingqiu in some more major way than before, and in the process brought himself closer to Binghe's side.
As he comes into the little dining room, and into the heavenly cloud of delicious food smell, he can hear someone in another room, distant but distinct, start playing music—on a record player, maybe, or whatever Dionysus had been using at the end-of-Dark party. He recognizes the song—it's Faye Wong's Zi Gei Zi Bei2—and somehow it settles him, hearing it. He breathes in the delicious smells, the familiar music, and then opens his eyes to smile at his boyfriend. "Hi."
1 Putting aside, firmly, everything that had happened with Sagramore—he's refusing to think about Sagramore entirely tonight. 2 "Know Oneself And Each Other."
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It's been six months, now, and somehow Binghe is still his. Just his, has never even really flirted with anyone else where Shen Yuan can see.1 Isn't it—shouldn't he, like, do something?? About it?? He doesn't know what—he doesn't know what he can give Binghe that Binghe doesn't already have, or tell him that he doesn't already know. But it's making him—not nervous, but a little excited. Plus, they've both been a little bit excited in general lately, ever since they started actually talking more, ever since Shen Yuan cut his hair, like he'd managed to sever himself from Shen Qingqiu in some more major way than before, and in the process brought himself closer to Binghe's side.
As he comes into the little dining room, and into the heavenly cloud of delicious food smell, he can hear someone in another room, distant but distinct, start playing music—on a record player, maybe, or whatever Dionysus had been using at the end-of-Dark party. He recognizes the song—it's Faye Wong's Zi Gei Zi Bei2—and somehow it settles him, hearing it. He breathes in the delicious smells, the familiar music, and then opens his eyes to smile at his boyfriend. "Hi."
1 Putting aside, firmly, everything that had happened with Sagramore—he's refusing to think about Sagramore entirely tonight.
2 "Know Oneself And Each Other."