AHFAFTGTTT Chapter 5
by VolareChapter 5 Applying Medicine. It seems it really was caused by him…
The door to the entryway closed, and the house returned to silence.
Hao Yun threw himself straight into Fu Yang’s arms, “Yaoguang-ge! I didn’t expect that you’re usually so quiet, doing so many things for the group behind the scenes, so touching, sob sob sob.”
‘That was indeed doing a lot of stupid things,’ Fu Yang thought as he disdainfully grabbed the back of the other person’s collar and tossed him onto the sofa.
“Shangguan, you… hey, you’ve worked hard.” Zhou Qingqing also patted him on the shoulder.
Fu Yang: Enough, really enough.
As if seeing that Fu Yang wasn’t comfortable with this kind of situation, Xu Chengyue instructed, “Alright. Everyone, go back to your rooms and rest first. After lunch, we’ll meet in the practice room to rehearse the dance.”
“Pay attention to your diet and sleep these next few days. Hao Yun, no more sneaking potato chips. Zhou Qingqing-ge, no staying up late reading novels.”
Zhou Qingqing: “Yes, sir.”
Hao Yun: “Yes, sir.”
The two obediently returned to their rooms, and Xu Chengyue looked at Fu Yang, who was still standing in place, “This matter is over. Don’t think too much about it. Tell me what you want to do in the future.”
“Tell you everything I want to do? Li An was right about one thing; you really like meddling.” Fu Yang crossed his arms and looked at him.
“I didn’t mean it that way.” Xu Chengyue ignored Fu Yang’s barbed summary, feeling that he was inherently an introverted person and would always be embarrassed when things were exposed in front of everyone, so he comforted him, “Want a Coke? I’ll get you one.”
Saying that, Xu Chengyue got up and walked towards the refrigerator behind the sofa. “But you can only have one sip, I heard from the assistant that you’ve gained 1kg recently.”
Fu Yang looked at the Coke being handed to him, at the slender, snow-white hand half-holding the can, damp with condensation. He furrowed his brow and looked away. So what if he gained two pounds? Was Xu Chengyue his mother, even managing him drinking Coke?
“I don’t like drinking this.”
“Your preferences have changed again? What do you like to drink now?”
Why did this person always talk like this? He didn’t need to use flirting to win people over, Fu Yang frowned as he listened.
“…Yogurt.”
Xu Chengyue was responsive and got him yogurt.
Heh, what an act.
Sure enough, he was going to great lengths to win him over. He wouldn’t let Hao Yun and Zhou Qingqing eat snacks, but he was being so two-faced with him, using all sorts of tactics. He would be tricked if he wasn’t careful.
“What’s really going on between you and Ye Xiao?” Fu Yang didn’t bother pretending and asked directly.
He really didn’t have time for palace intrigue.
“We’re doing pretty well, everyone’s doing pretty well.” Xu Chengyue smiled.
Hypocrite. Sure enough, everyone was right. Xu Chengyue was a hypocrite who lied through his teeth.
“When is Ye Xiao coming back?”
“I’m not sure.” Xu Chengyue was still smiling with narrowed eyes.
Talking to this person was like punching cotton; it made his teeth itch with anger. Fu Yang went back to his room and fell asleep, hoping that when he woke up, he would return to his original body.
Fu Yang was awakened by hunger at noon.
He subconsciously said, “Aunt Fang, is lunch ready?”
However, what responded to him was the same narrow room when he opened his eyes.
Fu Yang’s thoughts returned, and he temporarily resigned himself to his fate. He still had to be Shangguan Yaoguang for now.
He sorted through the information he had gathered so far. First of all, Shangguan Yaoguang was not the useless prince the outside world claimed him to be. He also glanced at the room full of books. On the contrary, he was very hardworking, even willing to be an anonymous songwriter to prevent the group from disbanding.
Hao Yun and Zhou Qingqing seemed normal, but they seemed a bit detached from the rest of the group.
As for Xu Chengyue, he still couldn’t understand him. Whether he was trying to win him over or seduce him, the fact remained that he had protected Shangguan Yaoguang’s original work.
As for Ye Xiao… it seemed to be related to a similar incident a year ago involving sacrifice. Li An would feel guilty when she mentioned it.
He decided to observe further. As he was thinking, his stomach growled.
The most important thing now was… how do boy band members eat?
He opened the door to his room and glanced at the kitchen outside. It was empty; no one was cooking.
He should order takeout. Fu Yang opened his phone but was stopped by the password.
Fu Yang: …
Shangguan Yaoguang, you’ve done too many bad things.
Fu Yang tried Shangguan Yaoguang’s birthday. The only two birthdays he could remember in this group were Ye Xiao’s and Shangguan Yaoguang’s.
He remembered Ye Xiao’s, of course, because Xie Wanwan’s annual, grand support activities were so impressive.
He remembered Shangguan Yaoguang’s birthday because he and Shangguan Yaoguang coincidentally had the same birthday.
He entered 030806.
“Ding”—unlock failed.
Fu Yang frowned and tried Ye Xiao’s birthday.
“Ding”—unlock failed.
Fine, Fu Yang felt that he was pretty sick too.
What if Shangguan Yaoguang’s phone password was Ye Xiao’s birthday?
That would be… pretty scary.
He’d be homophobic.
With no other choice, Fu Yang knocked on the nearest bedroom door. He remembered seeing Hao Yun enter this room earlier. This idiot was a bit easier to trick, so maybe he could get the password out of him.
But he didn’t expect that when the door opened, he would be met with the clear fragrance of gardenias.
Xu Chengyue was wearing soft pajamas, looking like he had just finished showering, with misty eyes and water droplets clinging to his hair like dew on the wild grass of early spring.
At this moment, without makeup, his fair skin was almost translucent, making the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows even more radiant, blurring the lines of gender with his beauty.
He was taken aback, then raised a gentle smile and said, “Shangguan, what’s wrong? Is there something you need?”
Fu Yang looked away.
He was just so unlucky to run into him.
With Xu Chengyue’s vicious nature, if he found out that he wasn’t Shangguan Yaoguang, wouldn’t he just throw him into an institution for dissection?
“I…” Thinking of this, Fu Yang opened his mouth but hesitated, finally saying in a strange tone, “Why are you taking a shower in the middle of the day?”
“Why can’t I take a shower in the middle of the day?” Xu Chengyue opened the door and turned around, drying his hair with a towel over his shoulder, “Come in and talk.”
He handed Fu Yang a bottle of yogurt.
Xu Chengyue was always very considerate about small things, as if remembering everyone’s preferences had become a habit. However, Fu Yang was starving and didn’t want to drink anything that would promote digestion.
He looked around at the decorations in the room. The room was divided into two, with Xu Chengyue’s area on the outside and another person’s area on the inside.
He wondered who was unlucky enough to share a room with Xu Chengyue.
Fu Yang glanced inside, meeting the gaze of Ye Xiao’s photo on the desk.
…The unlucky person was actually my idol.
Ye Xiao must have had a hard time these years.
Not only was he constantly targeted by Xu Chengyue in group activities, but he might even get beaten up behind closed doors when he returned to the dorm.
Fu Yang sincerely felt sorry for his idol.
In his imagination, the villain Xu Chengyue lived in a dark, gloomy house full of bats and jack-o’-lanterns, like a witch and a vampire in the shadows, which would fit his hypocritical and bullying personality.
However, in reality, Xu Chengyue’s room was clean, tidy, and very warm.
There were also many toys piled on the bed and sofa.
There was even a life-size plush rabbit on the bed.
Fu Yang narrowed his eyes and stared at the silly-looking rabbit.
The more he looked at it, the sillier it seemed.
How could someone as shrewd as Xu Chengyue put such a silly rabbit on his bed?
“Shangguan?” Xu Chengyue tilted his head, seeing that he was standing there in a daze and waved his hand in front of him, “You can fall asleep standing up now?”
Fu Yang came back to his senses and quickly grasped the information, “Fall asleep standing up?”
“Yeah, has your hypersomnia gotten worse? You slept for two days and two nights last time, which scared me to death, but you seem to be in pretty good spirits today.” Xu Chengyue dried his hair in front of the mirror, asking with concern.
It turned out that Shangguan Yaoguang had hypersomnia. No wonder he often didn’t appear during group activities. It wasn’t because he was acting like a diva or a “prince,” but just a patient with some talent who was being exploited by the company.
Fu Yang was slightly surprised. Could his possession of Shangguan Yaoguang’s body also be related to this hypersomnia?
Like… his soul leaving his body or something…
Fu Yang’s body broke out in goosebumps, and he mentally recited string theory.
But this was a good excuse. Fu Yang instantly had a plan, he could go O.O.C. as much as he wanted.
“I don’t know if it’s serious, but my memory isn’t very good after waking up. I even forgot my phone password, so I can’t order takeout. Unlock my phone for me.” He said without any politeness.
Fu Yang was probably really hungry. What he thought were fierce words sounded pitiful to Xu Chengyue.
Xu Chengyue looked at him with some concern. Shangguan hadn’t been sick for long, and the doctor only said to continue observing him, as it might be related to his mental and psychological state. After this incident, as the leader, he paid special attention to his teammates’ mental health.
Although hypersomnia wasn’t fatal, it had a big impact on his daily life. Especially as an idol, it was a huge blow to his career.
“Password? You never told me this.” Xu Chengyue frowned, took the phone Fu Yang handed over, and tried their debut date and the anniversary of Spark’s formation, but all failed. He had no idea about the six-digit password.
Fu Yang couldn’t hold on any longer. His stomach growled twice, and he instantly covered it, his ears turning slightly red.
“Hungry?” Xu Chengyue curled his lips, “What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you.”
“You can cook?”
“A little. I haven’t eaten either, let’s do it together.” Xu Chengyue raised his arm and unbuttoned his pajama top. “Wait for me to change.”
Fu Yang’s eyebrows twitched, and he quickly averted his gaze from the fair, delicate collarbone, turning around and pushing the door open.
He slammed the door shut, cutting off that strange scene.
Was Xu Chengyue sick in the head, stripping in front of people?
He was really using every trick in the book to win over Shangguan Yaoguang, making him food and all…
Fu Yang gnashed his teeth, really shameless.
But he couldn’t help but recall the final view of large, purplish bruises on his elbow where the wide, silky sleeve had slipped down.
When he pushed Xu Chengyue away, Xu Chengyue’s elbow and waist seemed to have hit the table.
But he didn’t use much force, just a light touch, right?
Enough, it seemed it really was caused by him.
Tsk, annoying.
Fu Yang ran a hand through his hair.
Forget it, just consider it repaying him for the meal.
He rummaged through the medicine cabinet in the living room and took out iodine, bruise cream, and bandages.
When he re-entered the room, Xu Chengyue had already dried his hair and changed his clothes. The bangs on either side of his temples were neatly tucked behind his ears. He was wearing a light blue long-sleeved shirt with a loose, hooded white zip-up sweater over it.
He looked pure and bright, as tender as a graceful—green tea.
With his skills, no wonder his idol was bullied so badly and even had to apologize to Xu Chengyue.
Xu Chengyue was the kind of person who would kill someone with a smile on his face, and then open his innocent eyes and say, “Oh, how did you suddenly die?”
Fu Yang was amused by his own dark humor. The corner of his mouth twitched as he placed the things in front of him and said coldly, “Apply the medicine.”
Xu Chengyue smiled sweetly, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, and held his hand out to Fu Yang.
“Thank you, little brother!”
Fu Yang felt a chill run down his spine, “Do it yourself.”
Xu Chengyue blinked, “But… I can’t see the situation on my waist. I was originally going to ask you to help me apply the medicine when I was changing, but who knew you would run so fast.”
“Shangguan, you pushed me, and you haven’t apologized to me.” Xu Chengyue was quite persistent about this.
Fu Yang: …He really got caught by this damsel.