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    He’s busy wondering if Mu Qing ate on the train or if they should stop somewhere on the way home when he climbs into the driver’s seat, and that’s the only excuse for why he doesn’t notice anything amiss when he puts on his seatbelt and starts the car. Mu Qing is halfway out of his leather leggings, which Feng Xin knows from experience fit like they’re painted on.

    “Are you just going to stare?” Mu Qing asks.

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    08 Jun 2026

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    "Why do you always wear shit like that?" Feng Xin asked.

    Mu Qing, still bent over, facing away from him, scoffed. "Clothes?"

    Feng Xin looked at the ceiling. It was the only way to preserve his dignity. At least until Mu Qing stood up.

    Feng Xin and Mu Qing unhappily patronize the same gym.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    "Rough night?" Osamu's voice was low, teasing.

    Suna didn't turn around. "Shut up."

    "You're shakin', Rin."

     

    Suna can't catch a break.

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    29 May 2026

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    “Taste that fer me.” Osamu says, offering a spoonful to Rin once it’s done.

    Instead of acting like a normal human being and taking the spoon from Osamu, Rin leans forward, tongue out, and slips the cold metal into his mouth while the chef is still very much holding onto it.

    Osamu swallows at the same time as Rin moans around the spoon.

    The chef averts his eyes, closes them and screams internally.

    “That’s so fucking good.” Rin praises, and wastes no time in reaching over to try and dip a finger into the cream. Osamu slaps his hand again before he makes it and clicks his tongue.

    ”Ouch.” Rin mumbles. “You’ve got freakishly strong hands, you know that?”

    “I know.” He answers.

    Of course he does, he grew up slapping Atsumu’s hands away.

    “You must give a mean spanking.”

    And Osamu’s brain screeches to a halt.

     

    or an AU where Private Chef Osamu is hired by a mysterious (Rin is world famous, Osamu just got too lazy to search him up) billionaire and for the first time ever considers breaking his 'no sex in the kitchen' rule

    (also if his idiot of a brother would stop trying to make a sugar daddy out of his boss's accountant, that'd be great)

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    13 May 2026

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    Wrapping a supporting arm around his back, Feng Xin rubbed his shoulder soothingly and sighed. ‘I think someone’s still a bit drunk.’

    ‘Yeah. You.’

    ‘True. But you too.’

    Mu Qing grunted, and even managed to make such a primal, guttural noise sound sarcastic.

    ‘I’m not the one leaning against the person I hate,’ Feng Xin pointed out.

    ‘You’re the one who married the person you hate.’

    That startled a laugh out of him, his heart jumping and fluttering in his chest like an absolute fool at such an absurd notion. ‘Eh? What are you talking about? How drunk are you?’

    Feng Xin and Mu Qing make the seven-hour flight to Las Vegas for Shi Qingxuan and He Xuan's (secret) wedding. Mu Qing copes with a severe, newly-discovered phobia of flying by drinking through it. Feng Xin is left to deal with the fallout.

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    02 May 2026