even the mayflies fly away (слэш)

“So you’re in love with your best friend,” says Hua Cheng.
He Xuan just barely manages not to spit his food out. “He’s not my best friend.”
“Really.” Hua Cheng picks at his nails. “Who’s your best friend, then? Is it perhaps...”—He trails off, eyes sparkling—“me?”
He Xuan’s eyebrow twitches. “Fuck off.”
(Or: He Xuan is in love with his best friend, and Hua Cheng has had enough.)