Nihao, aru! I apologize if this chapter may seem a bit short, but I had no idea what to do. As I must remind you, I'm not very good with romance stuff and I had to rush a bit because Seoul wouldn't stop bugging me for Chapter 7 until I threatened to stop writing (=_= Seoul, you gotta wait!). I'll try to upload chapters faster so that she doesn't get angry xP Enjoy and review!
Wei Xiang C:
Chapter 7
Although in her mind, time slowed down, in reality the kiss was more of a peck. Still, Lan felt herself go crazy. When they separated, Lan's eyes could only focus on the collar of his red mandarin jacket. It was impossible to look in his face—those feelings she had for him longed for more but she found herself arguing against it as well, that they were not supposed to have these kind of feelings for each other and that they were only supposed to be family. That was how it was supposed to be, wasn't it? Or was she wrong?
"L-Lan…?" he asked, while looking at her worriedly. He regretted kissing her now since it began to mess with her mind. "L-Lan," he said, gripping her shoulders and trying to look into her eyes, "I'm sorry, aru. Really sorry. If you want, you can just forget it and we'll both pretend it never happened, aru." As he kept muttering 'I'm sorry's, Lan started to slowly shake her head. She understood him and what he was asking—but she didn't want to agree to his words.
Inhaling, she muttered, "Give me a moment, da-ze…." Yao stopped shaking her and stopped apologizing; he leaned against the wall and placed a hand over his face.
Between the midst of thoughts and regrets, the storage room swung open making light shine through. The voice of Lan's older brother knocked her out of her trance a bit and Yao's hand automatically slid down his face. "Whoa! We sure have a lot of things to sort out, da-ze!" Jong So's cheerful, refreshed voice shouted into the storage room. "Lan, Hyung, where are you two?"
"D-Don't move, hyung!" Lan said immediately. "You're going to knock down the stacks! Wait, I'll come get you, da-ze." Lan was both thankful and worried of Jong So's entrance. She didn't really want to leave Yao and make him wait, but he didn't oppose her actions—they both knew that Jong So could rampage about and knock down the entire stack that stood in the middle of the room and bury the two for a while.
Lan made her way to the entrance and found Jong So staring at the big pile in the middle with wonder. "Don't even think about it, da-ze," Lan threatened with a hint of pleading in her voice.
"Ha ha," he began to laugh as he turned his attention to her, "Don't worry, da-ze! I promise I won't!" He looked over her shoulder and found the path which she took to get here, "That way, right?" As he brushed by her, he quietly bent down and whispered, "What's wrong? You're saying 'da-ze' so much—how unlike you." Then he walked on and, miraculously, met with China without knocking down the big pile.
As expected, of course her brother would notice when she felt bad or something—they had been together for fourteen years (her entire lifespan). "Lan, you're not coming?" Jong So's voice called flowing through the big pile.
"I-I'm coming, da-ze," she called, her voice faltering towards the end as she began to cross through the small passageway between the big pile and the small pile behind her. She saw Jong So with his sleeves rolled up sorting stuff while Yao was still working on the pile covering the window. I guess it is wise to still work on it just in case, she agreed with his decision to work on it. She worked quietly with Jong So, still not able to bear any contact with Yao.
They quietly worked through the storage room, Jong So noticing the small difference between the two but did not say anything. …Yet.