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[threedontknows]

“That doesn’t stop us from drinking it,” Huaisang argues with just a little pout. “I guess I’d try it, but only because you made it.”

But it still sounds disgusting!

He looks down at Aaron, now flopped on the cushions on the floor, and taps his head playfully with his fan.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He reaches up to grab his wrist. "You're so fucking sappy," he tells him with a laughing scoff.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang allows the grab at his wrist, even leans into it a little. "No, I'm just polite."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Only in public," he scoffs, then pushes himself up from the cushions, hand still around his wrist. "I gotta go. Got a shift in the chapel soon."

[threedontknows]

As Aaron pushes himself up Huaisang sort of gets pulled down, so that their faces hover a few inches apart. He smiles and then flicks his fan open again, this time in between the two of them.

"Don't be late then."

[creeksidealtarboy]

The way he uses that fucking fan to flirt is maddening. But Aaron pulls his hand away, rolls his eyes, and leaves him there with a scoff.