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Sunday Six
So, I've decided to use my journal a little more, and this seems to be a good way doing that. Just a little something I've been writing on the side, that's not my WIP and not my 520 exchange fic...
The bathroom is only three stalls, all empty. The door closes behind Zhu Yilong, and Bai Yu is suddenly determined to see this through. He tells himself that he’s fine either way (he’s not), but he can’t keep coming back to that edge again and again and back off from jumping.
He reaches for the lock, but a hand on his stops him, turns him, and then his back is pressed against the door, and Long-ge’s right there, in his space, closer than they’ve been an a very long time.
“You can’t lock it. It’s too suspicious.”
He reaches for the lock, but a hand on his stops him, turns him, and then his back is pressed against the door, and Long-ge’s right there, in his space, closer than they’ve been an a very long time.
“You can’t lock it. It’s too suspicious.”
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Desperate.
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What a great snippet, with so much tension in just a few sentences! DO WANT Long-ge pressing Bai Yu up against a door, good grief.
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