note: WIPs but not really. just some things i thought about. will only be written if i have the willpower; i’m not even sure whether i’m going to update this frequently or not. that’s just to show you how sheer my willpower actually is.
Yixing reading Robbins-Cotran Pathology series like it’s a series of novel. Crossed legs, a to-go espresso from a cafe nearby, and earphone plugged in.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Just reading something.’
‘Fuck, that’s like three thousand pages or more.’
‘Actually it’s just around one thousand and four–‘
Same scene, but it’s Lu Han this time. Add stressed-over expression and baggy eyes, plus two extra cups of coffee.
‘Introduce me to him, maybe?’
‘Well, he’s kinda good-looking, so.’
‘Too bad, then.’
‘His girlfriend’s in another city, though, he said she came here last week to—‘
‘WELL THAT CHANGES EVERYTHING!’
wake you up in the middle of the night to say,
I will never walk away again, I’m never gonna leave this bed,
You said, no, it isn’t working
I said, no, it isn’t perfect, so I’ll stay and say,
I’m never gonna leave this bed
or simply Maroon 5’s Never Gonna Leave this Bed.
I’m not keeping you company. I’m just sitting over here, reading lecture materials, and accidentally decide to call it a day the same time you finish your reports. Yeah. That’s that.
LAB ASSISTANT YADA YADA LUHAN WANTS PATH. ANATOMY WHILE YIXING BEING HIS LAIDBACK SELF ONLY WANTS TO HAVE FUN AND MAYBE GET SOME MONEY FROM THE TEACHING ERRANDS AND LIFE GOES ON AND WELL LUHAN WANTS TO KILL HIMSELF W/ ROBBINS-COTRAN BECAUSE IT’S SO FUCKING DIFF TO MEMORIZE THE MATERIALS AND YIXING EASILY BREEZES OVER KEITH L. MOORE LIKE IT’S MERELY A NOVEL. A SIMPLE NOVEL.
(i passed histology so that’s that. the simplest of them all.)
She toes around the thin line, then scrambles back in fear.
(I’m projecting Yixing/Sola here)
“I don’t think you can ever let go of me.”