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“Let's just watch this one,” Zheng Yunlong said. She didn't know what it was about, but it was the first one the cursor had landed on and looked interesting, except maybe she shouldn't have chosen it, because forty-five minutes later they were watching lesbian sex, and the words popped up like a big bright neon sign in Zheng Yunlong's head, flashing on and off, LESBIAN SEX, LESBIAN SEX.
Zheng Yunlong likes boys. Maybe. Kinda. Her roommate Ayanga does not.
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They watched the sunrise quietly for a while. As the sky lightened, Zheng Yunlong sighed. He was still looking at him, Ayanga realised. He had a look in his eyes that Ayanga couldn't quite decipher.
“Let's get going, princess,” Zheng Yunlong said, when he caught him looking back. He grinned when Ayanga punched him in the shoulder.
And so they continued driving.
Ayanga is just an internal auditor trying to travel to the Annual Internal Auditors' Conference, and Zheng Yunlong is just an internal auditor he's begged to drive him there. Yes, there is murder, gang violence, and an accidental foray into a sex cult. But that's not important.
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“I’m staying on the third floor. In case you need anything,” Zheng Yunlong said. Ayanga wasn’t sure what he would need that this man could provide. “I promised your brother that I would--”
“Take care of me?” Ayanga said. It slipped out of his mouth, surprising him. Even to his ears, it sounded derisive.
“That I would teach you art, actually,” Zheng Yunlong said. “You’re old enough to take care of yourself, aren’t you?” He grinned, as if Ayanga had been very funny. “Or do you need a bedtime story to go to sleep tonight?”
In the summer of Ayanga's eighteenth year, he makes the acquaintance of his brother's old friend, a painter called Zheng Yunlong.
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and I work my teeth against your skin until you crumble beneath me like
rubble, so hard but in so many pieces
I hold you in my mouth.a collection of ycf-inspired poetry.
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“Yes sir,” Zheng Yunlong says, dutifully. He’s still on his knees. This is becoming eerily similar to an erotic dream he had once about Ayanga. One of many since he started working in this department two weeks ago.
When Ayanga walks off, Zheng Yunlong clambers back into his chair, feeling chastised.
“You shouldn’t make Gazi-ge worry about you so much,” Kim says, as she puts her bright pink headphones back on and goes back to typing on her keyboard. “He already works so hard, you should try and make things easier for him.”
“You made a typo there,” Zheng Yunlong points out, to be petty.
Zheng Yunlong finds temporary work at an office and decides he is going to divest his regional sales manager of his virginity. Because yes, he is going to fuck that uncle.