The Distance Between Us
A/N: So. *sweats nervously* I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into this because I CANT WRITE LONG THINGS THIS ISNT EVEN LONG
Dedicated to @slightlystalesushirolls, who chose the song. Yes, this is a songfic. (The song is called “Shanghai Romance”)
Guang Hong looks out across the skyline. Distant smokestacks of a factory are visible for once, the smog around the city almost completely cleared. A light trails across the sky, and he closes his eyes and wishes on the star. Or maybe it’s an airplane. Either way, two minutes later, his phone rings.
“Hey Guang Hong! Did I catch you at a bad time? I know it’s pretty late in Shanghai.”
“It’s fine. I was getting ready for bed, anyways.”
It’s easy, talking like this. Like breathing or lying down. Falling into
rhythm with Leo is always easy.
//I think I fell for him, I think I fell for him//
They met at a competition a few years back. He remembers the cute boy with russet hair, happy and kind, asking if he and Phichit wanted to eat out. Phichit had all too cheerfully promised that both of them would go.
Of course, halfway through ordering for himself Phichit remembered that he had planned dinner with Yuri. Apologizing profusely, he left a confused Guang Hong and a baffled Leo to order their meals. Though both were slightly shocked, Leo managed to choke out an order to the waitress. A ham and egg sandwich, and the special–fried rice with baked cheese on top.
Waiting for the food, an awkward silence filled the space between them, both wanting it to end but neither knowing quite what to say. Finally, Guang Hong broke the ice.
"What’s it like to live in America? Have you ever seen a movie
Even then, he figures, maybe he was a little in love with Leo. Because Leo was so sweet, so cool. Calm and collected, and infinitely better than Guang Hong. Unattainable.
//Even though tonight or tomorrow night, you might not be my boy 100%//
“Anyways, I called because I wanted to talk to you. About something personal.”
Guang Hong’s heart rate speeds up, but he reminds himself that they are friends. Nothing more.
“Um. What do you want to talk about? Is something wrong?”
He can hear Leo take a breath, thinks about the way his lips part,
imagines biting those same lips, kissing them and never stopping. He squashes
down the hope.
…But maybe? Just maybe?
"So, I really like this guy.“
He hears Leo release the breath. It’s as if the world has stopped spinning. Is it possible to hear your own heart break? To feel all hope drain from your veins? Because Guang Hong might as well just die on the spot right now.
"Leo! That’s…great! I’m very happy for you. Tell me about
“Well, he’s really cute. And he’s funny and smart, even if he won’t admit it. He’s also very strong…I don’t know if he likes me back, though. Sometimes I get a weird vibe from him.”
“I bet he likes you.”
“I don’t know…”
Guang Hong wonders if maybe the earth can just swallow him. Or if he can take the next flight to America for some dramatic movie-worthy confession of love.
//I need to take an airplane to meet you, but that’s not easy, I want to cry//
“So what should I do?”
Guang Hong imagines what Leo looks like in this moment. Talking into the phone with his hair in a messy bun, strands falling across his face(the way Guang Hong likes it best,)warm brown eyes sparkling over newfound love. It hurts. A lot.
"I think…You should ask him out. Who can say no to you? If you don’t do it, you’ll regret it anyways.“
"Are you sure?”
Guang Hong sighs, just a little bit. But before anything else, Leo is his friend, and friends do what’s right for each other.
//You are a love I’ve felt for the first time//
“What? Leo, can you say that slower?”
Guang Hong’s heart is beating so violently that he thinks it might jump out of his chest. Hope returns to him, new and bright.
Leo sighs, and it sounds like static over the phone.
"Guang Hong, I like you a lot. Even if you don’t admit it, you’re brave. You’re kind and funny and sweet and I can’t get you out of my head.“
“It’s okay if you don’t like me like that! I just wanted you to know, because I couldn’t keep it a secret from you any longer!”
“N-no Leo! I feel the same way!”
//Sha sha sha - you make my heart pound today//
They talk and talk, and maybe at one point Leo cries, then Guang Hong starts crying too. But they’re okay. They’re more than okay.
//It may be a dream, but I am yours//
“Are you yawning? What time is it in China? Go sleep!”
“I think I’m in love with you."
The other line is silent for a long time, long enough for him to wonder if the other boy has hung up. "Is it too fast? Forget I said anything.”
“No. It’s not that. Just…I love you too.”
//My Shanghai love, you have such attitude//