“So,” said Fujian, catching up quickly to Damien as he walked down the hallway backstage. “Apparently the fanfiction writers have made you and me their newest pairing.”
“You read fanfiction?” asked Damien with a raised eyebrow. “About us?”
Fujian’s face went red, but only for a second. “I scan it!” he said defensively. “I like to know what our fanbase is thinking!”
“So you read a bunch of crap written by angsty teenage girls. Right.” Damien rolled his eyes.
“Oh come on!” Fujian sighed. “It’s not just angsty teenagers! You remember that girl from last week? I’m pretty sure I know what kind of relationship she was actually talking about. You’re not getting any kind of vibe from the fans like that?”
“I don’t make a point to read the fans. And there is no relationship, and there’s no reason for the fans to think there’s a relationship, so there’s no problem!” Damien argued, crossing his arms and looking away to signify he was done with the topic.
Fujian hesitated for a second. “…You should just make it public already,” he said.
Damien screeched to a stop, and his palm collided with his forehead with a violent smack! “That’s what this is about?” he growled.
“Look, I’m just saying…”
“No.”
“But Damien…”
“No.”
“Damien, will you just...?”
“Bu!” He gave Fujian a shove that wasn’t really effective.
“Damien, my fanbase basically doubled when I told everyone, remember?” Fujian said, voice lowering a bit. “If you’re worried about popularity, you shouldn’t be. What makes you think they’ll react differently for you?”
Damien sighed and put his hands on his hips. “Fujian, be serious. Everyone knew you were gay before you even said anything. You sing like you’re full of helium.”
“Piyan,” Fujian retorted. Damien stuck out his tongue in response and had to jump back in order to avoid a halfhearted swipe.
“It’s true!” he said with a grin.
“You’re always so mean to me!” Fujian’s tone was sharp, but his eyes betrayed the laughter he was hiding. Damien merely stuck out his tongue again. “You,” said Fujian with a point and a mischievous smile, “just don’t want to admit that my voice turns you on.”
Damien attempted to punch him, but Fujian was taller and faster and snatched Damien’s wrist, holding him up an inch or so off the ground. “You’re such a midget!” he laughed, still looking down at the Ukrainian through his oval glasses.
“I am not! You’re just freakishly tall!” Damien retorted unhappily, attempting unsuccessfully to squirm out of Fujian’s grasp. “Let go of me!”
“Xiao gui,” Fujian chuckled.
“If you don’t let me go in the next five seconds, I’m going to kick your shin.”
“You wouldn’t.”
He did.
“Piyan! Si piyan!” Fujian shouted as he clutched his leg in pain. Damien picked himself off the ground and dusted off his jacket, smirking. “Damien, you’re so meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean,” the Chinese man whined.
“You were asking for it,” he replied.
Fujian pouted. “But that huuuuuuuuuuuuuuurt…”
“Stop acting like you’re two,” Damien sighed.
“I think you owe me a hug.”
Damien’s eyes narrowed. “I do not.” Fujian gave him an evil grin. “I said I do not! Don’t even think about it!”
Fujian all but tackled him. “There!” he said, pulling Damien closer and in the process basically smashing the Ukrainian’s face against his chest.
Damien pulled back a bit to breathe. “N-ni shi hundan,” he muttered. He struggled to free his arms and, having no other comfortable place to put them, wrapped them loosely and reluctantly around Fujian’s waist.
Fujian grinned. “Now we’re just feeding the fanfiction,” he said.
Damien glared up at him. “Why don’t you let me go then?”
“You secretly like it,” he replied, grin growing wider.
“You just enjoy making me angry, don’t you?” Damien muttered, annoyed. But he sighed and leaned a bit closer to Fujian anyway.
~~~
A/N: Chinese translations:
Bu: No
Piyan: Asshole
Xiao gui: Little demon
Si piyan: Damned asshole
Ni shi hundan: You're a prick.
Lovely, aren't they? Most taken from Wikipedia, hopefully not wrong >//<
