Modern AU Slice of Life: SongXue (We Both Got Dumped)
Xue Yang floats along the edge of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's housewarming party, eyes still scanning the crowd. If Xiao Xingchen was going to show up to his nephew's party, he probably would have done so by now. The man is conspicuously absent. Xue Yang swears under his breath, hikes his jacket up tighter on his shoulders, and heads out to the balcony of the downtown high-rise apartment.
Xue Yang swears again. Of all the people to run into, his ex's ex is the last one he wants.
Song Lan is leaning against the railing of the balcony, his elbows folded against it casually, like it wasn't a 20 story drop down on the other side. In his mouth, a lit cigarette dangles between his lips. He looks spaced out, probably only here for the same reason Xue Yang is; hoping Xiao Xingchen would be here.
"He's not here," Xue Yang says, breaking the ice. "We may as well just leave."
Song Lan exhales, a stream of smoke huffing from his nostrils.
"You know, smoking kills," Xue Yang says, grinning wildly and leaning back against the railing next to him.
"And you want me to quit? Please," Song Lan sighs. "I didn't quit for Xingchen. What makes you think I'd quit for you?"
He spits the last word out like it's poison. Xue Yang remembers only all too well that Song Lan doesn't like him either. Who would like the guy that tricked their partner into leaving him?
"If anything, I should throw you over the railing." he continues, eyes gazing past the skyline.
Xue Yang doesn't even know why he's here, really. Xingchen won't take him back. Once Xingchen figured out that Xue Yang lied to Song Lan about Xingchen cheating on him to stage a breakup, he'd dumped him, too.
Song Lan doesn't reach out to give him one, but his eyes do dart to his own jacket pocket, inviting Xue Yang to pick one from the box inside. Xue Yang grabs the first one he touches and rummages through his own pockets for his lighter, coming up empty.
"Shit," he mumbles, padding his empty pockets, unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.
Song Lan sighs, then reaches and grabs him by the back of the neck, pulling him in until the ends of their smokes touch. Song Lan's other hand cups around their cigarettes, making the embers flame and lighting Xue Yang's with his own.
Xue Yang rubs the back of his neck, flustered.
"You really couldn't have let me borrow your lighter?" he asks. "You had to turkeyfuck me?"
"If I gave you mine, I'd never get it back," he reasons. "And I- WHAT did you call it!?"