Summary:

Love is a drug, literally, and Han Wenqing is for a healthy lifestyle.

Notes:

The idea of ​​"Blind Love" from this video

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Directly in front of the rehabilitation center, a garishly bright stand sweetly promised "No More Unrequited Feelings," and a blindfolded Cupid held boxes of "Blind Love" instead of arrows. After its creation, new departments were organized in the police, unusual specialties appeared for lawyers, psychologists, and pharmacists, a bunch of ethical codes were signed, and new articles were introduced into the Criminal Code.

The world has learned to live with this, but Zhang Jiale has not.

He saw a man who was just as unhappy with the existence of "Blind Love" as he was: he frowned more and more, looking around, checking something on his smartphone, and staring at the center as if the building could self-destruct from this. Jiale remembered how strange he felt before the first scheduled session, and ran down the steps: no one knew the schedule better than him, and he was already late, you see, he will leave completely without receiving help.

- Hello! This is not my first time here, not my second or third, but my fifteenth. Joke! If I come back, the problem is not with the specialists, they are good. No, just the best! There is no addiction left, anxiety is relieved, sleep returns to normal. Everything will be fine, really. By the way, I'm Zhang Jiale.

"Han Wenqing," the guy introduced himself, the handshake was strong, and the palm was warm. Jiale regretfully took his hand away and was about to continue convincing that it was still worth entering, when he spoke decisively: "It's only

me who is embarrassed," said Han Wenqing, – but as much as I approve of reciprocity, stop. Do you know a good place here? I was just looking. Looks like one of us owes the other one lunch.

Jiale felt as if the entire huge building of the rehabilitation center had collapsed on his head. He had been postponing the task "Talk to a random person about the situation" for three weeks, and now it overtook him.

The psychologist promised that a new look would help.

They all promised him a lot, he didn't know where the line was beyond which he would stop believing. Was she even there?

- So you're not at the reception? – Jiale asked what had become obvious, trying to come to his senses.

Han Wenqing waited calmly.

- Yes OK. Let's go, I'll treat you. Would you mind listening a little more, since it's like this? I'm late with one errand...

Of course, Jiale knew a good place; he visited this part of the city three times a week. His misadventures aroused Han Wenqing's keen interest; it seemed that he had never encountered "Blind Love" before, much less tried it himself.

- Why do they stop taking it, since everything is so cool?

– Such brightness of life can get boring.

- Seriously?

Jiale saw himself in his eyes and smiled.

- Well, not for me. I felt awesome. Let's not talk about the mechanism, because I can talk for a long time about synthetic analogues of dopamine, serotonin, vasopressin and norepinephrine. "For dessert there will be kisspeptin with oxytocin," he said without hesitation. It was dessert that they were waiting for, ordering each other what they liked. Jiale considered this the best way to get to know a person, and Han gave in to curiosity. – Or side effects are also a topic. It seems that everyone has already happened to me, except one.

- What is this?

Han recognized this look: usually this was the look of those who thought unkindly of him and were silent.

But Jiale surprised:

"Are you a moron?" I've never read about contraindications for medications," he hesitated, looking carefully at Han, "or vitamins." Sudden death. I'm here, sitting opposite the living one.

He understood his silence in his own way.

"You really don't read the instructions."

It seems that the existence of such a person seriously shook his picture of the world.

Jiale was surprisingly handsome when, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear, he sat down next to him.

- Listen, let me tell you what I do while I'm not suffering from love.

He began to bend his fingers, for some reason not at himself:

"Industrial mountaineering, skydiving - imagine, a whole minute in free fall, base jumping, don't look at me like that, it's legal if you agree in advance with the owner of the building." And I convince well. I want to learn sandboarding.

– What's stopping you?

"And I like you," Jiale released his hands from his and poked his open palm into his shoulder. – No "You're tired of living" or moralizing. Look around, do you see at least one sand dune or even the most strewn sand dune? Not right here, of course," he laughed, and from this sound all the colors around acquired such depth that they had a taste.

Han blinked a couple of times, collected his thoughts and suggested:

- Should we try on the coast, for starters? I know a couple of good places; when it gets warmer, I can show you.

Jiale realized that he was missing. Right at this very minute. But Han Wenqing was his type anyway.

Jiale promised himself: if he offered him an ampoule - the latest hit of the season, the producers seemed to be competing to see who would be the first to bring back the heroin chic - then instead of the usual answer he would get him in the face. To bloody fists, coma, life imprisonment. Enough!

***

Han didn't mind at all that his life had changed dramatically. Marks appeared on the calendar for the whole weekend, he spent so much time in the fresh air that his head was spinning. The dreams became as vivid as the days.

In the company with which they were kayaking on the river, the name of which he forgot when he heard - he was not here for her, in fact - there was a couple who had been hosting "Blind Love" for the second year, they did not think of stopping and were not going to stop at all get married.

The girl knew Jiale from the first groups to help victims, came to volunteer after classes at the university, and believed that she had the right to ask uncomfortable questions.

For some reason Jiale answered her.

– Sex without additional effects? Damn it. For a long time. I don't remember anymore.

Jiale had an open face and an open soul, but now he lied to his eyes and did not blush.

Han thought about it.

"Did no one notice?"

***

An indistinct hissing sound was heard from the driver's seat; Han buckled up under the attentive gaze, although Jiale was such a careful driver that anyone would have considered this unnecessary and took a closer look. On the dashboard lay a couple of chocolates of different flavors and one was open.

"Explosive caramel," Jiale said, popping the last piece into his mouth.

- Hey! – Han didn't expect him to do this, he knew perfectly well how interested he was in trying everything new and comparing it with standard sensations.

He smiled.

- If so, it's my own fault.

He leaned over the gearbox, pressed his lips, forcing them apart, trying so many things at once: a new type of chocolate, the explosive caramel itself, which turned out to be funny, the edge of his teeth, his tongue, Jiale's breath on his skin, his fingers in his hair.

– Why are we standing?

- I forgot where we are going.

Han immediately kissed him again to consolidate the effect, and then told him that the taste of explosive caramel had a rich orange color.

***

Jiale himself found out when it was his birthday, and no matter how much he loves surprises, he decided to clarify:

"Perhaps there is something specific that you would like?" Just tell me.

"When I think of what I want, I'll tell you first," Han briefly squeezed his fingers.

My heart was beating somewhere right next to my eardrums, it was so overwhelming with emotion.

***

Not a friend, not a friend, but an acquaintance from work, for some reason decided to speak out:

"I read a lot about Zhang Jiale." I have never seen crazier fans among idols.

"This speaks about the fans, not about him," Han waved it off.

- They write about you there now too. Miscellaneous. So what next? Will you jump off the roof holding hands?

Han said very seriously, typing a message with the time and geotag:

"Come and see, this Sunday." - And he finished: - We will jump from the bridge. Yes, I'm thinking about joining hands.

"Of course, if everything goes well on Wednesday."

***

Jiale arrived early in the morning, as he was expecting a call.

The feeling of the slanting rays of the sun kissing his hair with flashes sounded like fireworks exploding.

– I want two gifts at once. First: take it for yourself.

The box was upholstered in aggressive scarlet velvet, and evoked very specific associations.

It contained a chain with a pendant in the form of an ampoule with a name inside: the golden characters "Han Wenqing" shone brightly, but Jiale did not look at the details. He turned pale, with a sharp movement swept the pendant to the ground like a snake, and heartily trampled on Han's feelings, tried to trample his name in the mud. I couldn't break it: the shell of the "ampoule" was strong, because Han assumed something similar.

One after another, dozens of "well-wishers" persistently bombarded his Weibo with links to articles about the nocebo effect of "Blind Love" with clear instructions on the basis of whose history they were all written. The only thing that surprised Han about this was the strength of other people's hatred. He fell in love with Zhang Jiale so easily and quickly that he could not help but extend his hand to help him move to safe ground.

"You don't understand," Han said quietly and affectionately, wiping the gift with napkins prepared ahead of time.

His face twitched, as if Jiale couldn't choose which of the dozen emotions tearing him apart to experience, and he groaned all at once.

***

When Zhang Jiale fell into his first love, at exactly eighteen years old, he easily agreed to try the most mind-blowing sex possible.

"It's best when you do it while in love," the guy passionately convinced him.

The pharmacist indifferently, following the established forms, clarified whether both agreed, entered their ID into the database, double-checked that they were not forced to take the drug, and handed out paired boxes.

- Let's go today, now.

Jiale admired how the eyes sparkled and the cheeks turned pink on the man opposite, turned away and poured the contents of the bottle into a pot of ficus.

He was already in love.

Jiale read a lot of articles on the Internet in order to confidently answer what the product tastes like, how long the effect lasts, what happens from an overdose, and carefully studied all the side effects at the time of use and after withdrawal.

When they abandoned the "Blind Love" technique, they also abandoned Jiale. Only he experienced exactly five side effects in a row according to the list.

Researchers from the Department of Biochemistry once fought for the right to write an article about his unique case. In vain, his love life was such a crazy storm that he gave them a lot of opportunities.

Psychologists from the rehabilitation center worked with him as if he was actually suffering from side effects. Only, it seemed, he no longer needed to go to them.

***

– What kind of liquid is this? – Jiale turned his pendant, squinting, and brought it closer to his face: the translucent mother-of-pearl gently played in the sun and seemed to be in unstoppable movement.

– I asked you to make it beautiful and indestructible. This is all.

He pulled Jiale towards him, touched his lower lip with his finger, opening his mouth, stepped close, slid his tongue inside, a hot exhalation hit him right behind his ear, and whose moan it was - it didn't matter, Han heard it as if it were his own. Kissing Jiale always felt sweet, but he deserved to know that, so Han pulled away from his lips.

"I wanted this thing to be like you."

He didn't give time to come to his senses.

- And now the second one. Ask.

He held out the same pendant on his open palm, but with the name Jiale inside.

He squeezed it so hard that Han's right palm pricked.

On a chilly March morning, they stood in the park, wearing matching jewelry, and Han felt that this happiness was a cloud of cotton candy, prickly and very festive.

He almost suggested testing the strength of the shell, since it was so interesting, but decided to remain silent: he would definitely find a way to destroy it.

"Jiale is resourceful, he can do it. At least not today."

Where any sane person asked "Why?" Zhang Jiale replied, "Why not?"

And he was not afraid of anything.

Han Wenqing was going to hold his hand in every extreme undertaking, of every color and sound, because "Of course, yes."Summary:

Love is a drug, literally, and Han Wenqing is for a healthy lifestyle.

Notes:

The idea of ​​"Blind Love" from this video

Posted on

Work Text:

Directly in front of the rehabilitation center, a garishly bright stand sweetly promised "No More Unrequited Feelings," and a blindfolded Cupid held boxes of "Blind Love" instead of arrows. After its creation, new departments were organized in the police, unusual specialties appeared for lawyers, psychologists, and pharmacists, a bunch of ethical codes were signed, and new articles were introduced into the Criminal Code.
The world has learned to live with this, but Zhang Jiale has not.

He saw a man who was just as unhappy with the existence of "Blind Love" as he was: he frowned more and more, looking around, checking something on his smartphone, and staring at the center as if the building could self-destruct from this. Jiale remembered how strange he felt before the first scheduled session, and ran down the steps: no one knew the schedule better than him, and he was already late, you see, he will leave completely without receiving help.
- Hello! This is not my first time here, not my second or third, but my fifteenth. Joke! If I come back, the problem is not with the specialists, they are good. No, just the best! There is no addiction left, anxiety is relieved, sleep returns to normal. Everything will be fine, really. By the way, I'm Zhang Jiale.
"Han Wenqing," the guy introduced himself, the handshake was strong, and the palm was warm. Jiale regretfully took his hand away and was about to continue convincing that it was still worth entering, when he spoke decisively: "It's only
me who is embarrassed," said Han Wenqing, – but as much as I approve of reciprocity, stop. Do you know a good place here? I was just looking. Looks like one of us owes the other one lunch.
Jiale felt as if the entire huge building of the rehabilitation center had collapsed on his head. He had been postponing the task "Talk to a random person about the situation" for three weeks, and now it overtook him.
The psychologist promised that a new look would help.
They all promised him a lot, he didn't know where the line was beyond which he would stop believing. Was she even there?
- So you're not at the reception? – Jiale asked what had become obvious, trying to come to his senses.
Han Wenqing waited calmly.
- Yes OK. Let's go, I'll treat you. Would you mind listening a little more, since it's like this? I'm late with one errand...

Of course, Jiale knew a good place; he visited this part of the city three times a week. His misadventures aroused Han Wenqing's keen interest; it seemed that he had never encountered "Blind Love" before, much less tried it himself.
- Why do they stop taking it, since everything is so cool?
– Such brightness of life can get boring.
- Seriously?
Jiale saw himself in his eyes and smiled.
- Well, not for me. I felt awesome. Let's not talk about the mechanism, because I can talk for a long time about synthetic analogues of dopamine, serotonin, vasopressin and norepinephrine. "For dessert there will be kisspeptin with oxytocin," he said without hesitation. It was dessert that they were waiting for, ordering each other what they liked. Jiale considered this the best way to get to know a person, and Han gave in to curiosity. – Or side effects are also a topic. It seems that everyone has already happened to me, except one.
- What is this?
Han recognized this look: usually this was the look of those who thought unkindly of him and were silent.
But Jiale surprised:
"Are you a moron?" I've never read about contraindications for medications," he hesitated, looking carefully at Khan, "or vitamins." Sudden death. I'm here, sitting opposite the living one.
He understood his silence in his own way.
"You really don't read the instructions."
It seems that the existence of such a person seriously shook his picture of the world.
Jiale was surprisingly handsome when, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear, he sat down next to him.
- Listen, let me tell you what I do while I'm not suffering from love.
He began to bend his fingers, for some reason not at himself:
"Industrial mountaineering, skydiving - imagine, a whole minute in free fall, base jumping, don't look at me like that, it's legal if you agree in advance with the owner of the building." And I convince well. I want to learn sandboarding.
– What's stopping you?
"And I like you," Jiale released his hands from his and poked his open palm into his shoulder. – No "You're tired of living" or moralizing. Look around, do you see at least one sand dune or even the most strewn sand dune? Not right here, of course," he laughed, and from this sound all the colors around acquired such depth that they had a taste.
Han blinked a couple of times, collected his thoughts and suggested:
- Should we try on the coast, for starters? I know a couple of good places; when it gets warmer, I can show you.
Jiale realized that he was missing. Right at this very minute. But Han Wenqing was his type anyway.

Jiale promised himself: if he offered him an ampoule - the latest hit of the season, the producers seemed to be competing to see who would be the first to bring back the heroin chic - then instead of the usual answer he would get him in the face. To bloody fists, coma, life imprisonment. Enough!

***
Han didn't mind at all that his life had changed dramatically. Marks appeared on the calendar for the whole weekend, he spent so much time in the fresh air that his head was spinning. The dreams became as vivid as the days.

In the company with which they were kayaking on the river, the name of which he forgot when he heard - he was not here for her, in fact - there was a couple who had been hosting "Blind Love" for the second year, they did not think of stopping and were not going to stop at all get married.
The girl knew Jiale from the first groups to help victims, came to volunteer after classes at the university, and believed that she had the right to ask uncomfortable questions.
For some reason Jiale answered her.
– Sex without additional effects? Damn it. For a long time. I don't remember anymore.
Jiale had an open face and an open soul, but now he lied to his eyes and did not blush.

Han thought about it.
"Did no one notice?"

***
An indistinct hissing sound was heard from the driver's seat; Han buckled up under the attentive gaze, although Jiale was such a careful driver that anyone would have considered this unnecessary and took a closer look. On the dashboard lay a couple of chocolates of different flavors and one was open.
"Explosive caramel," Jiale said, popping the last piece into his mouth.
- Hey! – Han didn't expect him to do this, he knew perfectly well how interested he was in trying everything new and comparing it with standard sensations.
He smiled.
- If so, it's my own fault.
He leaned over the gearbox, pressed his lips, forcing them apart, trying so many things at once: a new type of chocolate, the explosive caramel itself, which turned out to be funny, the edge of his teeth, his tongue, Jiale's breath on his skin, his fingers in his hair.
– Why are we standing?
- I forgot where we are going.
Han immediately kissed him again to consolidate the effect, and then told him that the taste of explosive caramel had a rich orange color.

***
Jiale himself found out when it was his birthday, and no matter how much he loves surprises, he decided to clarify:
"Perhaps there is something specific that you would like?" Just tell me.
"When I think of what I want, I'll tell you first," Han briefly squeezed his fingers.
My heart was beating somewhere right next to my eardrums, it was so overwhelming with emotion.

***
Not a friend, not a friend, but an acquaintance from work, for some reason decided to speak out:
"I read a lot about Zhang Jiale." I have never seen crazier fans among idols.
"This speaks about the fans, not about him," Han waved it off.
- They write about you there now too. Miscellaneous. So what next? Will you jump off the roof holding hands?
Han said very seriously, typing a message with the time and geotag:
"Come and see, this Sunday." - And he finished: - We will jump from the bridge. Yes, I'm thinking about joining hands.
"Of course, if everything goes well on Wednesday."

***
Jiale arrived early in the morning, as he was expecting a call.
The feeling of the slanting rays of the sun kissing his hair with flashes sounded like fireworks exploding.

– I want two gifts at once. First: take it for yourself.
The box was upholstered in aggressive scarlet velvet, and evoked very specific associations.
It contained a chain with a pendant in the form of an ampoule with a name inside: the golden characters "Han Wenqing" shone brightly, but Jiale did not look at the details. He turned pale, with a sharp movement swept the pendant to the ground like a snake, and heartily trampled on Khan's feelings, tried to trample his name in the mud. I couldn't break it: the shell of the "ampoule" was strong, because Han assumed something similar.
One after another, dozens of "well-wishers" persistently bombarded his Weibo with links to articles about the nocebo effect of "Blind Love" with clear instructions on the basis of whose history they were all written. The only thing that surprised Khan about this was the strength of other people's hatred. He fell in love with Zhang Jiale so easily and quickly that he could not help but extend his hand to help him move to safe ground.
"You don't understand," Han said quietly and affectionately, wiping the gift with napkins prepared ahead of time.
His face twitched, as if Jiale couldn't choose which of the dozen emotions tearing him apart to experience, and he groaned all at once.

***
When Zhang Jiale fell into his first love, at exactly eighteen years old, he easily agreed to try the most mind-blowing sex possible.
"It's best when you do it while in love," the guy passionately convinced him.
The pharmacist indifferently, following the established forms, clarified whether both agreed, entered their ID into the database, double-checked that they were not forced to take the drug, and handed out paired boxes.
- Let's go today, now.
Jiale admired how the eyes sparkled and the cheeks turned pink on the man opposite, turned away and poured the contents of the bottle into a pot of ficus.
He was already in love.

Jiale read a lot of articles on the Internet in order to confidently answer what the product tastes like, how long the effect lasts, what happens from an overdose, and carefully studied all the side effects at the time of use and after withdrawal.
When they abandoned the "Blind Love" technique, they also abandoned Jiale. Only he experienced exactly five side effects in a row according to the list.
Researchers from the Department of Biochemistry once fought for the right to write an article about his unique case. In vain, his love life was such a crazy storm that he gave them a lot of opportunities.

Psychologists from the rehabilitation center worked with him as if he was actually suffering from side effects. Only, it seemed, he no longer needed to go to them.

***
– What kind of liquid is this? – Jiale turned his pendant, squinting, and brought it closer to his face: the translucent mother-of-pearl gently played in the sun and seemed to be in unstoppable movement.
– I asked you to make it beautiful and indestructible. This is all.
He pulled Jiale towards him, touched his lower lip with his finger, opening his mouth, stepped close, slid his tongue inside, a hot exhalation hit him right behind his ear, and whose moan it was - it didn't matter, Han heard it as if it were his own. Kissing Jiale always felt sweet, but he deserved to know that, so Han pulled away from his lips.
"I wanted this thing to be like you."
He didn't give time to come to his senses.
- And now the second one. Ask.
He held out the same pendant on his open palm, but with the name Jiale inside.
He squeezed it so hard that Han's right palm pricked.

On a chilly March morning, they stood in the park, wearing matching jewelry, and Han felt that this happiness was a cloud of cotton candy, prickly and very festive.
He almost suggested testing the strength of the shell, since it was so interesting, but decided to remain silent: he would definitely find a way to destroy it.
"Jiale is resourceful, he can do it. At least not today."
Where any sane person asked "Why?" Zhang Jiale replied, "Why not?"
And he was not afraid of anything.
Han Wenqing was going to hold his hand in every extreme undertaking, of every color and sound, because "Of course, yes."