Vu Linh holds his cheek in his hand, elbow propped on his knee, and turns to face Vuong Ma. If he had to guess, Vu Linh wouldn’t assume Vuong Ma to be much older than Hac Thien, or even himself. He is young, with smooth and refined features where Hac Thien’s are sharp and angular, and even in the grey of the night, his eyes trap the light in molten amber. Deceptively unobtrusive.
Pete’s arm slides over his shoulder to hug his back, protectively. “You’ve been attacked by a crazy fan. That makes you officially a rock star, Patrick Stump.”
“As you can see, it’s very glamorous,” Joe pipes up from his other side. They appear to be flanking him and herding him back to the van, which Patrick is okay with, because he can’t see all that well. Pete’s arm tightens, and Patrick is suddenly very aware that if he turned his head slightly, his lips would brush Pete’s ear, or neck.
“And you haven’t remembered anything since then? About yourself? Or about others, like me?”
He shakes his head and spreads his hands in an apologetic gesture.
Two days for him, one for me. For a moment the panicky feeling is back. What if we never find out who we are? What if…
“I am glad that you are here.”
The quiet admission shakes me out of my misery, and spontaneously I put my hand on his arm.
“Me too. I don’t like to be alone.”
He moves then, not Bones nor any ghost of my imagining, but him, real and alive and moving toward me in the dark.
I’m holding my breath, not realizing I’m doing it until I hear him, a rustle of heavy fabric so faint I wouldn’t hear it otherwise. I can feel him close to me. I want so badly to reach out that it hurts, a physical ache somewhere inside of me, but I can’t, I can’t. Because if I do and there’s nothing…
He touches me, the brush of fingertips on my bare arm.
“Yeah,” Steve agrees under his breath. He’s embarrassed, Bucky can tell. “I just— I mean, technically, I could just go ahead and kiss the next person who happens to ask and get it over with, but…it’s not what I want. Not really.”
“Too bad,” Bucky says, “and here I was, trying to gather enough courage to offer myself up.”
Bucky freezes. He had meant the comment as a joke, at least mostly, and he had been convinced that Steve would interpret it as such, like he always does. Instead, when Bucky looks up to meet with Steve’s gaze, Steve is staring at him with eyes wide in shock, and Bucky feels his throat run dry.
Before he’s even finished reading, Xiao Zhan knows this is the script, the one that could alter the course of his career. Not like Chen Qing Ling changed his life six years ago, catapulting him from a minor idol to a household name, or the way his more serious roles have slowly taken him to the upper echelons of dramatic actors. This is a love story, daring and bold, groundbreaking and unforgettable, if only he’s brave enough to do it.
So of course, eventually, they bring up the idea of casting Yibo as his lover.