BOSF 015: Bath
by cloudiesThat night, Xiang Yang’s parents didn’t return home. It was as if they’d forgotten him entirely—no call, no check-in.
Dinner at Ji Yan’s house was unusually quiet. With Xiang Yang there, Lin Yueqin refrained from gossiping about neighbors, playing the gracious host and urging Ji Yan to serve Xiang Yang food. Ji Qiuyuan ate silently, occasionally glancing at Xiang Yang with an uncomfortable scrutiny—not malicious, just the curious stare one might give a child perceived as different.
Ji Yan sat close to Xiang Yang, an unconscious gesture signaling his allegiance to his friend, subtly distancing himself from his parents. Fortunately, Xiang Yang seemed oblivious to the world around him. After his initial nervousness entering the house, he’d settled into his usual quiet demeanor. He ate slowly, head down, taking small bites, never reaching for dishes himself. Ji Yan served him, and Xiang Yang ate whatever was offered without fuss.
Ji Yan deliberately slowed his own eating to match Xiang Yang’s pace. The awkwardness at the table lingered, but it lasted only ten minutes. Ji Qiuyuan finished first, tossed his bowl in the sink, and went to watch TV in the living room.
The TV’s sound drifted over, faintly breaking the silence and easing the tension.
Lin Yueqin had no intention of lingering with the kids either. After clearing the dishes, she went to the kitchen to cut fruit.
Dinner took Xiang Yang nearly an hour. Ji Yan cleaned up the table and brought him back to his room.
By the time Ji Yan finished his homework, it was past nine, later than usual. He had a quiz tomorrow and needed to study more. Just then, whether intentional or not, the TV in the living room grew louder, mingling with his parents’ voices. Ji Qiuyuan started complaining—how late it was, no word from Xiang Yang’s parents, as if they’d forgotten their son. He went on about parental responsibility, how they shouldn’t dump their kid at someone else’s house without a care.
Ji Qiuyuan spoke as if championing justice, but Ji Yan knew better—his father was just annoyed at the inconvenience. Lin Yueqin’s soft voice, barely audible, likely tried to soothe him. She wasn’t defending the neighbors, just playing peacemaker, as if she held some profound wisdom.
Ji Qiuyuan grumbled more until the TV drowned out their voices.
Past ten, Xiang Hongxiu finally called, explaining that Li Lilian needed to stay overnight at the hospital for observation. He asked them to look after Xiang Yang for the night, only briefly inquiring if Xiang Yang had eaten or behaved, then hung up quickly.
Lin Yueqin, who took the call, had her own complaints but couldn’t refuse a neighbor. She agreed, reassuring them. Afterward, she muttered a bit before knocking on Ji Yan’s door, telling them to hurry up and shower since they’d be sleeping together tonight.
Ji Yan hadn’t expected to share a sleepover with Xiang Yang. It was his first time having a friend stay over, like something out of a TV show—playing, chatting. He couldn’t deny his excitement. Xiang Yang might not talk much, leaving Ji Yan to ramble alone, but he was still thrilled. Then a practical concern hit him. “Xiang Yang, can you bathe yourself?”
Xiang Yang looked at him and nodded.
Still worried, Ji Yan took him to the bathroom, showing him the hot and cold water controls. It wasn’t that he doubted Xiang Yang’s ability, but every home’s bathroom setup was different, and he feared Xiang Yang might get scalded.
As Lin Yueqin passed by, she saw Ji Yan lingering and said, “Why don’t you two just shower together?”
Ji Yan hesitated. “But…”
“You’re both boys, what’s there to be shy about?” She laughed, as if it were no big deal.
Ji Yan still felt odd and glanced at Xiang Yang, who showed no reaction, his dark eyes meeting Ji Yan’s without objection.
Lin Yueqin urged again, “Hurry up, your dad and I need to shower too.”
In the end, they entered the bathroom together.
Xiang Yang seemed unfazed, slowly undressing without minding Ji Yan’s presence. Ji Yan wasn’t interested in boys’ bodies per se, just curious. He couldn’t help wanting to look but felt it was wrong, almost disrespectful, given Xiang Yang’s lack of self-consciousness. He restrained himself, avoiding downward glances.
When Xiang Yang shed his underwear, Ji Yan deliberately looked up, grabbing the showerhead to test the water temperature. Once it was just right, he handed it to Xiang Yang to wash himself.
Xiang Yang’s demeanor was as usual, which reassured Ji Yan. Though a boy, Ji Yan valued his privacy and wouldn’t engage in crude games like comparing sizes. He didn’t mock others and disliked being mocked.
As Xiang Yang soaped up, Ji Yan undressed and began washing himself. Xiang Yang’s movements were slow but focused. Most might find it tedious, but Ji Yan, used to him or perhaps because they were close, felt calmed by Xiang Yang’s steady manner, a subtle sense of comfort washing over him.
Noticing Xiang Yang couldn’t reach his back, Ji Yan took the soap and scrubbed it for him. Then he asked Xiang Yang to return the favor.
They played while washing, rinsing off soap bubbles, the atmosphere lightening. Forgetting himself, Ji Yan reached for a towel but glanced down and saw Xiang Yang’s… There’s hair…
He froze. Then he looked up and caught Xiang Yang staring at his own lower body.
Panicked, Ji Yan, hands still wet, covered Xiang Yang’s eyes. “Ahh!”
He’d been seen.
Lin Yueqin’s voice came from outside. “Ji Yan, don’t play with water. Hurry up and come out.”
Xiang Yang showed no reaction, but Ji Yan was mortified. Still, they’d seen each other—fair enough, right?
Xiang Yang put on Ji Yan’s new pajamas, fumbling with the buttons, unaccustomed to them. Ji Yan stepped in, buttoning them up for him.
After much ado, they finished bathing. Ji Yan’s oversized single bed could just fit them both.
They lay side by side, facing each other in the dim light, the atmosphere serene and warm. Expecting Xiang Yang to start a conversation was futile, and Ji Yan was too tired to talk, so they just gazed at each other, playing a silent staring game.
Slowly, Xiang Yang’s eyelids drooped, then closed completely.
Ji Yan studied Xiang Yang’s long lashes, his features—already mature in the shadows—his defined jaw, his lips. He touched his own face, recalling when Xiang Yang’s stubble brushed him during their hug, feeling something soft—Xiang Yang’s lips grazing his cheek.
Lingering on the memory, Ji Yan was lost in thought. Xiang Yang’s lips were so soft.

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