“This is not serious music.”
“Of course it’s not serious. Music isn’t supposed to be serious,” Wei WuXian says. He bounces off the bed and grabs Lan WangJi by both hands, pulling him into the room. “Here, I’ll show you.”
He twirls Lan WangJi around the narrow room, their feet slipping on the wood floor. Wei WuXian’s laughter almost drowns out the song, but then the chorus comes back and he belts it at the top of his lungs, eyes closed, just feeling it. They spin through several full rotations before Lan WangJi stops them by grabbing Wei WuXian and crushing him to his chest.
It’s a punishingly tight squeeze. His sweater is soft.
“We are not here to study contemporary commercial music,” he says, intoning it like it’s a proper noun. Contemporary Commercial Music. The wrong path to follow. “Turn it off and go to bed.”
Lan WangJi releases him and Wei WuXian’s heels hit the floor. He hadn’t realized Lan WangJi had lifted him off his feet.
This is altogether wonderful, from this delightful first meeting right to the crescendo of them finally getting together. 🙂