Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 259: Sing for me

Jian Ci had always told himself that if he ever confessed his love, this would be the song he would send to them. It carried emotions words could never capture.

Jian Ci bit his lower lip, tapping it nervously as the opening notes filled the lounge. He turned, his eyes locking onto Yu Xi.

"Woo, go gege," Yu Xi cheered, his voice playful but encouraging.

Jian Ci smiled faintly, his nerves softening. "Don’t be too harsh when you critique me, okay?"

"I will be kind," Yu Xi promised, his lips curving.

"Okay," Jian Ci whispered, clearing his throat.

He began to sing. The melody was slow, romantic, carrying the weight of unspoken feelings. The lyrics told the story of a woman discovering her crush. How she noticed the smallest things: his laugh, his walk, his voice, and how those details made her heart ache with longing.

But threaded through the song was fear, the dread that if she confessed, he might despise her, or worse, hate her for daring to feel.

Jian Ci’s voice wasn’t flawless. It wavered, cracked in places, but it carried something far more powerful than perfection. It was raw emotion. Each note trembled with sincerity, peeling back the layers of his heart. Though the song belonged to another, Yu Xi felt chills run down his spine, as if Jian Ci’s voice was speaking directly to him.

The vulnerability in Jian Ci’s performance filled the room, transforming the night into something unforgettable. It was as if the song itself was a confession too delicate to be spoken aloud, a truth wrapped in melody.

When Jian Ci finished, silence lingered. He opened his eyes slowly, his chest rising and falling, and met Yu Xi’s gaze.

Jian Ci’s voice was soft, tentative. "How was it?"

But Yu Xi didn’t hear him. He was still caught in the trance of Jian Ci’s performance, the ache in his chest refusing to fade. The way Jian Ci had conveyed those lyrics, it was as though he was truly in love with someone. The sincerity in his voice had pierced Yu Xi’s defenses, leaving him unsettled.

He clenched his fist where Jian Ci couldn’t see, nails digging into his palm until they left marks. His mind burned with questions. Who the fuck was it?

He had just dealt with that scheming bitch, Alarna, and now there was another shadow, another rival implied in Jian Ci’s song. His psychic power stirred inside him, restless, like a storm ready to erupt.

Before it could break free, Jian Ci’s voice cut through the tension. "Little Xi... you didn’t like it?"

Yu Xi blinked, startled back into the moment. "Uh... I liked it. No, no I loved it."

Jian Ci side-eyed him, suspicion flickering. "Are you just being nice to me?"

Yu Xi shook his head quickly. "No. I mean it. It was so good."

He grabbed the bottle, taking two gulps before rising to his feet. "It’s my turn," he said, handing the bottle to Jian Ci.

Jian Ci accepted it with a small smile. "Alright."

Yu Xi’s voice was calm, commanding. "Dim lights."

The room, already partially lit, darkened further, shadows stretching across the lounge. Jian Ci frowned, voicing his complaint. "I won’t be able to see."

It was a lie. As an esper, his sight was sharper than most, even in near darkness. But he wanted to see Yu Xi dance in a brighter room, wanted to watch every detail.

Yu Xi’s tone brooked no argument. "This is how it’s going to be done. Otherwise, I won’t do it."

Jian Ci sighed, relenting. "Fine. But it better be longer."

Yu Xi’s lips curved faintly. "If you laugh or make a sound, I will stop."

Jian Ci raised his hand and mimed zipping his mouth shut, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I promise I won’t make a peep."

Yu Xi narrowed his eyes and lifted two fingers, pointing them at his own eyes before turning them toward Jian Ci. "I am watching you."

Jian Ci chuckled, unable to help himself. "You are already laughing before I start," Yu Xi said, exasperated.

"Let me let it all out before you start," Jian Ci replied, grinning.

Yu Xi glared at him, his expression sharp, like a fierce cat whose tail had just been stepped on. Jian Ci found the look so irresistibly cute that he burst into another fit of laughter.

Yu Xi tried to hold his glare, but Jian Ci’s laughter was infectious. Soon, Yu Xi was laughing too, his head buzzing from the alcohol, his cheeks flushed.

The two of them laughed together, their voices mingling with the soft hum of a song playing in the background. The music wrapped around them, turning the moment into something warm and intimate, a bubble of joy that felt untouchable.

"Okay, okay," Yu Xi said at last, catching his breath. "Let me start."

Jian Ci leaned back, lifting the wine bottle for another gulp, his smile lingering. "The floor is yours."

The city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a smear of neon and sodium gold against the deep blue night. Jian Ci sat on the plush rug, his back against the leather sofa, the neck of a half-empty bottle of cabernet cradled loosely in his hand. He wasn’t drinking to taste it anymore. He was drinking to have something to do with his mouth.

Yu Xi tapped the floating screen before going through the playlist.The alcohol was a warm, loose coil in his stomach, unspooling his usual careful posture.

His sister’s voice, all teasing confidence, echoed in his wine-fuzzed head. Xiaobao had said, "Another way to seduce an esper is dancing... not too sensual but alluring enough to suck them in your vortex."

He had laughed it off then. Now, in this atmosphere, the idea didn’t seem so stupid.

He found the track. Something with a deep, pulsing bassline and a sinuous, weaving melody. He didn’t look at Jian Ci. He just pressed play.

The sound filled the condo, not loud, but present, vibrating in the floorboards. Yu Xi closed his eyes for a beat, letting the rhythm find his bones. Then he began to move.

It wasn’t a dance for a club. It was slower and more deliberate. His hips rolled first, a smooth, grinding circle that made the soft fabric of his sweatpants taut across his thighs. His arms lifted, not in sharp poses, but in a fluid, reaching arc, his fingers trailing through the air as if painting it.

He turned, the city lights silhouetting the lean line of his torso, the impossibly narrow cinch of his waist. His head tipped back, a smile playing on his lips and his hands slid up into his own hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, tugging just enough to expose the pale column of his throat.