frosted vase

take this burden - part 6

[ happy accident - saint motel ]

‘You love me but you don’t know it yet’

Upon entering the apartment, Zhengxi and Mo Guan Shan learned that the other two had not followed Zhengxi’s instructions.

‘How’d that go?’ He Tian asked.

Mo Guan Shan dropped his bag of clothes on the couch.

‘Fuck yeah!’ Jian Yi exclaimed enthusiastically.

‘You can change now, I won’t be a dick this time.’ He Tian teased.

Mo Guan looked down at his current outfit with a small smile.

‘I can’t even promise you’ll be getting this shirt back.’ Mo Guan Shan deadpanned.

Jian Yi laughed loudly.

‘Good luck with that.’

He Tian returned his smile.

‘Let’s consider it a loan.’

Jian Yi pulled his phone from his pocket, finding his boyfriend in his recent texts.

‘Should we leave?’

Zhengxi deliberated for a moment.

‘Not yet.’

Jian Yi looked confused, but nodded, dropping his phone on the chair next to him.

Reading the room, Mo Guan Shan knew it was because of the excessive amount of drama he’d single-handedly brought into these people’s lives over the last 18 hours.

He grabbed a beer off the table, grabbing He Tian’s lighter from a few inches away and popped the bottle open.

Always a good party trick.

He Tian laughed.

‘I never could do that.’

‘It’s easy. Come here, I’ll show you

He Tian joined him on the couch, swiping his own bottle from the table.

Mo Guan Shan showed him where to put the edge of the plastic lighter and how to hold the bottle so it wouldn’t slip.

‘It’s a foolproof way to impress the ladies.’ He joked.

Jian Yi leaned back in the chair, putting his feet on Zhengxi’s lap and twisting the cap off his own bottle.

‘Yeah, ladies.’

He Tian glared at him, giving up on his task.

‘It’s ok, He Tian. It’s a valuable skill all around.’ Zhenxi comforted him.

‘Fuck you both.’ He Tian supplied, taking a long drink.

‘Is that what I have to look forward to here?’ Mo Guan Shan inquired.

This time, He Tian did spit out his mouthful of booze.

All over Zhengxi’s jeans.

‘Oh, you fuck.’

Jian Yi made no effort to contain his laughter.

Mo Guan Shan marveled at the chaos he’d caused with a simple joke.

These people were fascinating.

They polished off the case of beer in two hours or so, watching some terrible movie.

Mo Guan Shan had been more than happy to watch them interact, only speaking when asked questions.

He’d never seen three people more comfortable with each other.

‘Wanna see your new room?’ Jian Yi asked after awhile.


He Tian left the apartment last…barefoot.

‘You’re not wearing shoes?’

‘We’re not going far.’

He wasn’t lying.

Zhengxi and Jian Yi lived several doors down.

Mo Guan Shan smiled to himself.

He’d never admit how relieved he was to remain close to the dark haired man.

The apartment was incredibly cluttered compared to He Tian’s, covered floor to ceiling with art and knick knacks.

And a beautifully full bar.

His new room was incredibly small, but lovely.

The walls were painted a light blue, adorned with hand painted seashells.

The large bed sported an excessive amount of decorative pillows and a soft comforter a few shades darker than the walls.

There were shelves of frosted glass vases and more seashells.

There was a light yellow dresser with a large tv and a matching desk.

‘Please excuse the absurdity of this room.’ Zhengxi said as Jian Yi plopped down on the mattress.

‘No, it’s great.’ Mo Guan Shan’s sincerity must have come across in his tone.

Jian Yi beamed.

‘How much is rent?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, slightly worried by his lack of funds and terribly paying job.

‘You have to do all the dishes.’ Zhengxi informed him.’


‘We make plenty to pay the rent.’

‘I can’t accept this for free.’ Mo Guan Shan insisted.

‘Of course you can.’


‘Arguing with Jian Yi is pointless. Trust me.’ He Tian piped up.

Jian Yi looked at Zhengxi.

‘Baby, can you get us some drinks?

Zhengxi turned, grabbing He Tian by the wrist and dragging him from the room and closing the door behind them.

‘Why?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, hating himself for the tears he was fighting back.

Jian Yi thought for a moment.

‘I’ve known He Tian for eight years. I’ve never so much have seen a single person he’s brought home.’


‘I’m serious. That sounds like an exaggeration, but I swear it’s true.’

‘I think I’m missing the point here.’

‘He brought you home. You slept in his bed. He brought Zhengxi and i both into the situation. Of his many, many, shirts you picked his favorite.’

Mo Guan Shan felt himself blush.

‘I still don’t understand.’

‘I don’t think he knows it yet, but he sees something in you. He feels something for you, and I’m quickly understanding why.’

Mo Guan Shan said nothing.

Jian Yi sighed.

‘If he is the unmovable object, I’m thinking you might be the unstoppable force.’

‘Oh, I’m the chosen one?’ He joked.

‘It certainly seems that way.’

The redhead scoffed.

‘Mo Guan Shan, I’ve been waiting for the final piece to this puzzle for eight years. I’m not letting you leave. Not until we see this through.’

‘What if I want to?’

‘Do you?

Mo Guan studied a colorful glass fish on the bedside table.


Jian Yi smiled.

The other men entered the room.

Zhengxi handed Jian Yi an absurd looking, bright pink, drink in a martini glass.

He Tian handed Mo Guan Shan a margarita.

‘I thought you might like this. It’s my favorite… and…’

He Tian looked as confused as Mo Guan Shan felt.

Mo Guan Shan took the drink, taking a sip and failing to repress his smile.


‘Say it.’ Jian Yi prompted quietly.

‘It’s my favorite too.’

(this is ending/chapter is subject to change or deletion. I was feeling unusually cheesy)