[Of course the answer he receives is one wishing for violence. Is this truly all Xue Yang knows? Xingchen frowns at him, almost disappointed. He knows better by now. Words don't seem to resonate the way they're supposed to.
But ruining Xue Yang? Xingchen tried that already. He wrapped his hands around that man's neck and he couldn't go through with it. What does he want this time?
Maybe...
Maybe they can reach some sort of middle ground.
Slowly, Xingchen removes his hand to rest it against Xue Yang's cheek. Lightly. Almost tenderly. They were friends once. Whatever that means.
He breathes in again.
Without giving himself time to think this over too much, he pulls his hand back and slaps Xue Yang on that same cheek. The sharp sound of skin meeting skin fills the space for a moment, along with the harsh exhale of Xingchen's breath. Suddenly, he realizes his entire body is shaking and he clenches his hand into a fist, the palm already starting to sting.]
cw: disciplinary violence??
But ruining Xue Yang? Xingchen tried that already. He wrapped his hands around that man's neck and he couldn't go through with it. What does he want this time?
Maybe...
Maybe they can reach some sort of middle ground.
Slowly, Xingchen removes his hand to rest it against Xue Yang's cheek. Lightly. Almost tenderly. They were friends once. Whatever that means.
He breathes in again.
Without giving himself time to think this over too much, he pulls his hand back and slaps Xue Yang on that same cheek. The sharp sound of skin meeting skin fills the space for a moment, along with the harsh exhale of Xingchen's breath. Suddenly, he realizes his entire body is shaking and he clenches his hand into a fist, the palm already starting to sting.]