Writing is like typing out your favourite book from memory.
Sometimes you forget what happens, but that’s okay. You just gotta keep making that shit up.
If you can bullshit an essay you can fucking bullshit a scene in a story. The great part of writing a story is that you can go back to it. Anytime. Anyplace (usually.)
Bullshit that scene. Guess what that character is gonna say. Make memes out of it. Just. Write.
May we introduce you to Zhan Yao, newcomer in
the actor-world but already the paparazzi’s favourite starlet. He is well loved by his ever increasing fanbase for his prince-like appearance and aura, although often misunderstood
by colleagues. And what would an up and coming celebrity be without his right-hand man: Bai Yutong.
Bai Yutong, who has started out as Zhan Yao’s personal
assistant, quickly becomes way more than that. He is his manager,
bodyguard, personal chef, chauffeur, spokesperson and his best friend. And on top of
that list, Bai Yutong also is the person Zhan Yao has fallen hopelessly in love
with.
Q: Your new movie comes out next week. Tell us about the movie. A: It’s about love, basically. I play an amnesiac who forgets everything and everything except for this one feeling – a love that is so ingrained in him that even when you strip him to his bones, he still feels it.
Q: I’m sure your fans will be curious – is there anyone you feel this way for in real life? A: You know what? Yeah, I think there is.
Q: Oh? Tell me more about her. A: He’s lovely.
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Yutong finds Zhan Yao staring into the distance on the balcony. “Are you alright?” he asks, coming to stand by Zhan Yao’s side.
Zhan Yao glances at him. “Are you here to tell me off about coming out without any warning to the agency?”
Yutong snorts. “I don’t give a shit about the agency,” he says with feeling. “Are you alright?”
Zhan Yao shrugs, and turns back to staring out at the cityscape.
“I mean it,” Yutong insists. “I don’t give a shit about the agency, but if you regret saying any of it, we can take care of it? Da-jie can probably spin it. Or, if you want a do-over, if you want to do it properly, we can arrange for another interview. With someone better this time.”
“Do you really not mind?” Zhan Yao asks quietly.
Yutong reaches out to squeeze Zhan Yao’s shoulder. “Hey,” he murmurs. “I don’t judge you for anything other than your inability to take care of yourself, remember?”
Zhan Yao lets out a shaky laugh at that, turning to face Yutong. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” Yutong tells him. And then, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel comfortable sharing, but… Is it Gongsun?”
Zhan Yao’s eyes widen. “What?”
“It’s okay if it is,” Yutong says in a rush. “It’s just… Da-jie likes him too, and you know she can be a little pushy about things like that. If it is Gongsun, if Gongsun reciprocates your feelings, I’ll talk to da-jie about it.”
Zhan Yao huffs out a short, exasperated laugh, closes his eyes. “Bai Yutong,” he sighs, “why are you like this?” When he reopens his eyes, he reaches out, grabs Yutong by his lapels, draws him in close, and kisses him.
For a moment, Yutong loses himself in the sensation of Zhan Yao’s lips moving against him, of Zhan Yao’s breath mingling with his, of the heat of Zhan Yao’s skin. He kisses Zhan Yao back, of course he does, because he’s wanted to right from the start, because his heart has been aching at the thought of Zhan Yao being in love with someone else ever since Zhan Yao’s interview.
“It’s you,” Zhan Yao breathes out when they part. “How could it be anyone but you, Bai Yutong?”
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