Fujing (24 fujing stories)
Five minutes and thirty one seconds after I walk into this restaurant, I can tell that it definitely isn’t a simple late night crawfish restaurant.
“It’s really not a big deal,” Xuanyi says as Fu Jing finishes dabbing ointment on her legs, being so careful about it Xuanyi can barely feel her touch.
“So do you think it’s impossible? Staying friends after you break up?” It’s not that it’s impossible, Xuanyi thinks, looking at Fu Jing’s back, her figure even thinner than usual but, as usual, she takes up all of Xuanyi’s sightline, occupies her entire vision and leaves no room for anyone else.
You’ve been on what feels like hundreds, thousands of stages, smiled out into millions of faces, felt an infinitude of adoration and enthusiasm and passion.
At this point, Fu Jing can’t deny that there’s Something between them, worthy of a capital s.
Xuanyi flattens her hands against her abdomen. “Do you think my stomach looks big?”
“Was everything a sham? Our friendship, was it just a way for you to get votes?”
Xuanyi stumbles into Fu Jing’s room at three in the morning, her cheeks flushed, eyes bloodshot, hair damp with sweat and clinging to her face. “J-Jing,” she stammers. “I need your help.” Or: the succubus AU that can barely be called one.
Fu Jing doesn’t know what kind of person spends their first year anniversary crying in a corner, but evidently she’s that type of person.
“How did we go from the lesbian billionaire couple of China to being a pair of lame joking dads?”
“Let’s break up.”
What’s a word you would use to describe Wu Xuanyi? What’s a nickname that you think suits Fu Jing?
I marked Xuanyi.
By the seaside there’s a tall statue of a pretty girl standing on a square base.
Hi everyone, I’m Wu Xuanyi, and I’m freaking out right now.
Hi everyone, I’m Fu Jing. I think I’m really happy right now!
Xuanyi hasn’t seen her cry so much since the show finale, and it makes her ache to know that she’s the reason for Fu Jing’s tears when she had only ever wanted to be the reason for Fu Jing’s smiles. “Hey,” she says softly. “I’m…” Back. Home. Yours.
“I always felt like…no matter how close you came, it wasn’t close enough.” Or: 4 times Fu Jing finds an excuse to hold Xuanyi’s hand (+1 time she doesn't need to)
“Tell me it’s not true.” Xuanyi stares at her with hollow eyes. “I can’t.”
In a sea of 101 girls, she’s found her anchor.