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I Will Keep You

Summary:

Date night. Lan Zhan rates it a two, though.

Notes:

- i wrote this bc i hc that lwj genuinely likes eating at fancy restaurants and talking shit about the way the they fuck up. um. why would you think that i'm basing this on personal experience. no such thing.
- wangxian married. they don't have a son yet tho sorry.
- title from act as if's 'i will keep you'.

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“How is it, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying takes another sip of wine. Opposite him, his beautiful, gorgeous husband is glowing in the candlelight, looking like a four-course meal, which is exactly what they’re having in this pretentious restaurant. The moody lighting works a lot in Lan Zhan’s favour though, so he’s not complaining. 

Lan Zhan hums and puts down his fork, dabbing at the corner of his mouth with his napkin. 

“Oh no.” Wei Ying gasps and puts down his wine glass. “That bad?”

Lan Zhan looks slightly pained. “Perhaps my expectations are too high.”

Wei Ying sighs. “They’re not high, Lan Zhan, they’re just… Are you sure you don’t want to check out that vegetarian place your brother recommended?”

Lan Zhan gives him a hard look. He’s finished his rainbow trout, but the broccolini left on the plate is green and taunting. “I refuse to believe a restaurant with Three Michelin Stars cannot manage some greens,” he says. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Wei Ying tries not to laugh when Lan Zhan picks up his fork again to poke at the broccolini. It’s too cute. “Let’s just order dessert, okay? They have creme brulee, your favourite!”

“Fine,” Lan Zhan says, still frowning at the broccolini. 

“You’ll scare the children,” Wei Ying says.

“The state of these broccolini will scare off anyone,” Lan Zhan says, while Wei Ying giggles into his napkin. He waves at a waiter for the dessert menu. 

*

By the time they’re back at home, Wei Ying is the right amount of tipsy. He lets Lan Zhan take his coat off, squeezes his husband’s very delicious bicep in thanks and faceplants into the couch, loosening his tie. 

“How would you rate that dinner, Lan Zhan?” 

“Two,” says Lan Zhan from the hallway. He pads over and slumps over the length of him. Wei Ying hears his slippers clatter onto the floor.

“That’s so low!” Wei Ying squirms when Lan Zhan pecks him on the back of the neck. “You’re harsh.”

“And Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan asks, nosing softly down his collar.

“The wagyu was good, I might give them a hefty eight.” He feels more than hear Lan Zhan mumble something into his neck. “What?”

Lan Zhan lifts his head slightly. “Still don’t understand how someone can fuck up vegetables.” 

Wei Ying dissolves into laughter, rolling onto his back. When he meets Lan Zhan’s eyes, they’re soft and molten in the garish living room light. “You’re swearing,” he marvels, cheeks hurting. “Damn, now I wish I tried it.”

“It was unacceptable for the price point.”

“You just want the kong xin cai from that Chinese place again,” Wei Ying points out. 

Lan Zhan puts all his weight back on Wei Ying while he whines. “Perhaps. It’s good.”

“Lots of MSG though.”

“Good for the brain.”

Wei Ying cackles. “That’s not what you said when I wanted instant ramen last night.”

Pressing soft kisses on his cheek, Lan Zhan gives him a look that says I’m Too Tired To Argue But Know That I Disapprove. 

Wei Ying tries to remove Lan Zhan’s tie from where he’s squished into the couch. He settles for loosening it as much as he can with his arms pinned. “Not that I don’t enjoy your choices, but are you sure you don’t want to pick out an actual veggie restaurant next time?”

“Mm,” Lan Zhan says stifling a yawn into the side of his neck. 

Wei Ying snickers and places a hand on his jaw. “Fine, I’ll convince you one day! As much as I love seeing you in a suit, let’s go get ready for bed, sweetheart, you look dead on your feet.”

Lan Zhan hums, but his eyes are closed. Wei Ying waits until his breathing evens, then moves him gently so that they’re side by side on the couch, still in their suits. He chucks both of their ties in the general direction of the coffee table. 

“Good night, Lan Zhan,” he whispers into his neck, smiling when Lan Zhan’s mouth parts in his sleep as if to answer. “See you tomorrow.”

Notes:

- kong xin cai (空心菜/tung choi 通菜) is water spinach/ morning glory. just living vicariously through lwj, it is very good and i love mine the fermented tofu way.

 

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