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Shang Qinghua always loved to watch car racing on the tv when he was small.
And he knew from the very first time his father had taken him to see a race,that he wants to become a racer himself one day.
So as soon as he got his license,Shang Qinghua started training.
He’s now 25,one of the youngest racers out there along with his old friend,Shen Yuan .
Both of them met at the car track years ago,and ever since then they practiced every single race together.
Shen Yuan doesn’t race himself; he’s the head Mechanic of Shang Qinghua’s backup team. Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan are known as the youngest most brilliant team out there. Their team work is amazing,and Shen Yuan always makes sure Shang Qinghua doesn’t end up killing himself.
Shang Qinghua is great at what he does;always doing research on his rivals, training nonstop even on the days where he’s supposed to rest. He enjoys racing;the feeling of being ahead of others,the sound of his wheels and engines,even the sound of his heart beating so loudly in his chest that he feels like it’ll burst out of his ribcage any moment or the awful yelling of Shen Yuan scolding him on dangerous turns in his ear,Shang Qinghua loves it all.
Shang Qinghua used to win all his races,but that is until-
“THE WINNER OF THIS RACE IS…MY GOODNESS,ANOTHER DRAW FOR THE MOSHANG RIVALS!!!!”
Shang Qinghua tries hard to not let his heart jump at the nickname…
He secretly loves his name to be next to Mobei Jun’s.
When he gets out of his car,Shen Yuan smacks him on the head.
“Well,nice job,idiot.”
Shang Qinghua groans and bats Shen Yuan’s hand away. But before he can reply,he sees Mobei Jun get out of his car.
“Mobei!!!”He smiles brightly,running toward the other man just as he takes off his helmet.
Mobei Jun is the same age as Shang Qinghua. With brilliant multi shade blue eyes,skin pale and smooth,and with a body that puts the greek gods to shame. He might be the most intimating man he’s ever seen. with his stoic and always resting bitch face;other racers are afraid to even race with him,let alone talk to him outside the field. But Shang Qinghua of course,isnt like that.
The very first time that they came in the first place together,and after they had gotten out of their cars;when they had pulled off their helmets and locked eyes,Shang Qinghua knew he was in love.
Falling in love with Mobei Jun,wasn’t very hard anyways.
He had stared,he admits it,and had let his eyes linger a little bit too much on the other man’s body;so before he even knew it,the very man had walked up to him and towered over him.
Shang Qinghua was trying hard not to throw himself back in his car to drive away from the murderous glare. But…
But Mobei Jun had stretched out a hand,and when Shang Qinghua had squeaked out a congratulations,the smallest, faintest smile had formed on his lips.
Shang Qinghua had let his eyes linger on those thin,pale pink lips,and didn’t even know he had a grin on his own face as well.
They had parted with a simple nod;each of them going back to their team;to change and take a shower. Shang Qinghua had bid Shen Yuan goodbye ,leaving behind his car and stepping outside the track. He was standing outside with his backpack on his shoulders,his hair still damped,while scrolling through his phone for a good takeout place,when a smooth voice had called out to him.
Shang Qinghua had looked up; startled to see Mobei Jun walking up to him,and with a nervous smile had greeted him.
Mobei Jun had asked him if he was hungry,and when Shang Qinghua said yes,he had taken him out to the best noodle shop in town. And ever since then,a silent bond has formed between them.
Something that Shang Qinghua cherishes,but at the same time, selfishly wishes for more.
Hearing his call,Mobei Jun,turns around and looks at him with deep azure eyes,and smiles softly.
“Qinghua,” he nods,and cue to greeting,rests one hand on Shang Qinghua’s waist.
Shang Qinghua tries hard to not flush under the touch “we came the first place together again!”
Mobei Jun’s eyes soften as he pushes his hand in Shang Qinghua’s slightly sweaty hair;pushing away the loose strands away from eyes. Shang Qinghua grins,and pushes Mobei Jun’s dark inky short hair out of his eyes as well.
The thing is…Shang Qinghua doesn’t know What their relationship is exactly.
Ever since the first day they’d met,and had a draw,the news and everyone would call them “rivals”. But…Shang Qinghua doesn’t think rivals are like this ; seeking each other’s touch,having nights over every single night. They practically live together at this point.
Shang Qinghua doesn’t think they’re friends either…they are obviously great friends but…it doesn’t sound right, describing their relationship as friendship. Or maybe Shang Qinghua is reading too much into the whole thing; At least Shen Yuan thinks the same.
Whenever Shang Qinghua say that he and Mobei Jun are just friends,he gets three smacks on the head along with a hour long scolding. Shen Yuan doesn’t believe they’re friend; he claims that everyone in the world knows they’re together except themselves. Its been almost a year since the first time they’d met each other,and ever since their first race,Shang Qinghua had been hopelessly in love.
He loved racing before,but ever since he started racing Mobei Jun ,his life has changed; He always looks forward to their racing,and though they always come in first place together,he doesn’t even care. He just loves Mobei Jun and wants to do what he enjoys the most with the man he loves.
Even if he doesn’t admit his feelings to the icy man.
“Do you wanna grab a bite today?im starving.”
Mobei Jun hums,and puts away his helmet. just as he’s about to answer,someone else calls out for him,
“Hua-ge!nice race today!!”
Shang Qinghua turns around and smiles as he watches Luo Binghe, Mobei Jun’s head mechanic running toward them. He fist bumps him ,and grins. He stands on his tiptoes so he can reach the younger man, ruffling his curly hair slightly.
“Thanks Binghe! A-Yuan is back there.”
Luo Binghe ’s eyes shine at the mention of Shen Yuan’s name,and with a bright grin he goes to find him.
Shang Qinghua shakes his head fondly and looks back Mobei Jun who’s already looking at him.
“You spoil him.”
Shang Qinghua grins,and loops his arm with Mobei Jun ’s.
“He’s a baby. Sue me for treating him like my son.”
“You’re 25 yourself. Only 4 years older.”
Shang Qinghua waves him off and drags him along to where Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan are talking.
“Doesn’t matter. Still a baby.”
When they reach the other two,Shang Qinghua grins teasingly at Shen Yuan,who despite all his bites and denials,is looking at Luo Binghe with a fond expression; nodding along with him and even when he pats Luo Binghe’s head and the man leans into his touch,he smiles.
“Mobei jun,” Shen Yuan acknowledges,nodding toward them, “nice race today.”
“Thanks.” Mobei Jun replies easily,his expression blank.
“Oh!” Luo Binghe exclaims,and wraps his arm around Shen Yuan’s. The other one flushes but doesn’t move to push him off, “How about we go get lunch together?”
Shang Qinghua looks up at Mobei Jun who shrugs.
“We were going to eat actually. You guys are welcome to tag along too.”
The four of them go to a little dining place only a few blocks away from the car track. After ordering,Luo Binghe pulls Shen Yuan to sit next to him,while Mobei Jun tugs at Shang Qinghua ’s hand until he’s seated by his side. And if Shang Qinghua kicks Shen Yuan’s shin under the table cause he’s nothing but a little gremlin,no one has to know.
Shen Yuan kicks him harder in respond.
“so,” Luo Binghe begins, sipping from his drink,”the big race is in two days,are you guys nervous?”
Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun exchange a knowing look and Shang Qinghua can see Mobei Jun’s lips twitch slightly.
“No.”
“Good good,” this time,Luo Binghe exchanges a look with Shen Yuan that makes Shang Qinghua frown. “Cause uh…Mobei?”
“What?”
“the thing is…” When Luo Binghe trails off,Shen Yuan sighs and puts down his own drink.
“The thing is, Linguang Jun is participating as well.”
Mobei Jun freezes while Shang Qinghua just tilts his head to one side.
“That sounds familiar… who’s that?”
“My uncle.” Mobei Jun grits out,hands wrapping so hard around his glass that Shang Qinghua fears he’ll break it,so he takes it away from it and puts it on his own side.
“Mobei?”
Mobei Jun stares ahead,not looking at neither of them,and when their food is served,he starts digging in immediately,putting some chicken in Shang Qinghua ’s plate.
“I’ll tell you later.” He promises,and Qinghua nods.
After they all finish eating,Luo Binghe tugs at Shen Yuan ’s hand with his famous kicked puppy expression and teary eyes and with a sigh,Shen Yuan bids them goodbye and goes with Luo Binghe .
Now that they’re alone,Shang Qinghua chances a glance at Mobei Jun .
The man is stoic as ever,even more if that’s possible. His shoulders are tenses;his fingers clenched into a fist. Shang Qinghua gently takes his hand in his own and pries his fingers open.
Mobei Jun blinks,once, twice,before looking down at Shang Qinghua .
Shang Qinghua smiles faintly.
“My place?”
Mobei Jun simply nods,and says nothing. Its ok,Shang Qinghua wont push him.
When they arrive at Shang Qinghua’s house,he opens the door and waits for Mobei Jun to enter first. He watches how he walks in;his steps stiff and like he’s dragging his feet.
It makes something in Shang Qinghua’s chest tightens;a restless feeling forming in the pit of his stomach. A need to wrap Mobei Jun in his arms and shield him from the harsh and cruel world they’re living in. He doesn’t even know what Mobei Jun’s uncle has done,and he already hates him with passion. But since Mobei Jun isnt saying anything,the only thing that he can do is to be patient until he opens up.
”do you want anything to drink?” Shang Qinghua asks as he drops his bag on the floor,taking off his jacket.
“No,its ok. We have practice tomorrow.”
Mobei Jun flops down on the couch and looks at him expectedly. Shang Qinghua grins and flops down beside him,side pressed to Mobei Jun ’s. Mobei Jun’s arm immediately wraps itself around his shoulder to pulls him closer. Shang Qinghua melt at the touch; pressing himself against Mobei Jun and taking his other hand in his to idly play with it. Mobei Jun’s hand is way larger than his;but smooth with long fingers,like a pianist’s.
“About what Binghe said,” Mobei Jun sighs,breaking the silence finally. he pushes his hand through his short hair and continues, “Linguang Jun is my uncle and was always competitive toward me. I used to race with him,for fun,and he taught me lots of things but….as time went by,he got left behind and ever since then…”
Mobei Jun huffs, looking awfully cute and annoyed. Shang Qinghua , despite the pain the story brings,smiles, “he wants to take you down?”
Mobei Jun glances at him and nods.
“He’s tried lots of things,but never won against me…I don’t know what he’s planning this time.”
Shang Qinghua rests his head against Mobei Jun’s shoulder,and smiles softly when he feels the other man rests his cheek on top of his head in response.
“It’ll be ok.” He pats Mobei Jun’s chest and takes the remote to turn on the tv.
“The race isnt until two more days,we have time to practice. And im sure you'll kick his ass,but For now,” he turns on the tv,putting on the cheesiest romance show and grins devilishly, “lets kick back and relax,ok?”
He can feel Mobei Jun smile against his head.
Starting early the next day,they start to practice nonstop. They leave early morning together from Shang Qinghua’s ,cause it's easier for them,and go back to his house again late at night.
Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe as always help them out,Bringing food and drinks for them when they’re too busy,and get scolded by Shen Yuan to leave the track and rest.
And before they know it,the big day has come.
Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun never get nervous on race days. Excited maybe,but never nervous.
But when Linguang Jun walks up to them,a sickly sweet smile on his lips that makes Shang Qinghua shiver and his fist itches to punch him,and casts a long, calculating look toward Shang Qinghua ,he steps slightly behind Mobei Jun ,feeling uneasy .
“Uncle.” Mobei Jun nods stiffly, resting a comforting hand on Shang Qinghua ’s lower back.
“Nephew,” Linguang Jun’s smile doesn’t falter,and when his eyes land on Shang Qinghua again,his smile turns more twisted”so you’re the great Shang Qinghua that even my nephew cant beat huh?” When Shang Qinghua doesn’t reply,Linguang Jun steps closer; only stopping when Mobei Jun glares at him, “I’ll look forward to see what kind of race you’ll show us, little rat.”
Before any of them can reply, he’s gone,leaving them blinking and annoyed.
“Don’t mind him,” Mobei Jun says as he helps Shang Qinghua to put on his helmet, “he’s an asshole and a jerk, don’t think about it.”
He then,bends down and kisses him on the helmet,where his forehead is and Shang Qinghua can feel that overwhelming warmth expanding in his chest again. The overwhelming urge to just tell Mobei Jun his feelings right there and then;the consequences be damned.
“hey,Mobei?”
Mobei Jun hums as he puts on his own helmet.
“I have to tell you something important,can we go somewhere after the race?”
Mobei Jun turns toward him,and even though his helmet’s glass is dark,Shang Qinghua knows he’s looking at him curiously.
“Of course.”
They hug each other before going to their cars.
When Shang Qinghua walks to where he’s car is,Shen Yuan looks nervous for the first time in forever.
“Ok so…just do as usual yeah?”
He helps him climb to the car, hovering anxiously.
“Whatever,and I mean whatever you feel is wrong with your car, you’re pulling out immediately,got it?”
Shang Qinghua stares at his friend's green eyes and frowns.
“Bro,whats wrong with you?you never get nervous.”
Shen Yuan swallows and looks toward the other racers.
“Binghe told me some…things about Mobei Jun’s uncle…just…”
He grips at Shang Qinghua’s shoulder.
“Be careful ok?dont do anything reckless.”
Shang Qinghua grins.
“When have I ever?”
And when the gun goes off,the cheers rise,and they start their cars.
Everything is the same,and new at the same time. The feeling of adrenaline rushing through his veins,the sound of roaring cars and people’s cheers,make Shang Qinghua feel at home,at ease. The feeling of racing never gets old for him;everytime that he races,and specially after Mobei Jun started racing him,he feels overly excited,like it’s the first time he’s in a car and in the track.
Shang Qinghua drives, minding Shen Yuan’s voice through his earbuds,and at the same time keeping his eyes on the familiar car driving next to his.
He and Mobei Jun are in the lead,as always.
Mobei Jun’s black and blue car is only a flash,right next to Shang Qinghua ’s yellow and white one. Shang Qinghua grins;if he could,he would’ve waved at his rival.
But its not until the final round rolls by that everything goes crazy.
The crowd starts chanting;the cars pushing past their limits to get ahead. Mobei Jun and Shang Qinghua are still in the lead,following close by a pink and white car that Shang Qinghua hasn’t seen before. But when he sees the number on the side of the car,his heart thuds loudly against his chest.
Shang Qinghua can see Linguang Jun’s car close behind, catching up to them and swallows. When Linguang Jun’s car catches up to him,he swear he can feel the older man smiling at him.
That same,sick and twisted smile that makes his stomach churn uncomfortably.
He’s so focused on the car reaching him from the side,that he doesn’t even realize he’s slowing down. That’s enough distraction for him so he can be left behind; Mobei Jun’s car rushing past him.
Mobei Jun is so close to the finish line,and Shang Qinghua feels so happy for him before his stomach drops; something doesn’t feel right.
When he looks to his side,he sees Linguang Jun’s car getting closer…and closer…before a loud, screeching noise of metal being rubbed against metal fills his ear,and he loses balance.
Shang Qinghua doesn’t have any time to react;he doesn’t have time answer Shen Yuan’s cry in his ear,nor he can slow down or do anything before Linguang Jun’s car, smashes to his.
His car gets thrown off the track;and Shang Qinghua feels the awful sound of bone crushing;the pain makes him dizzy and in daze,as his car rolls and rolls,before finally coming to a stop upside down,smoke emerging from everywhere and making him gasp for breath. All the glasses have been shattered and Shang Qinghua hangs upside down with his seatbelt digging painfully in his stomach.
Shang Qinghua can smell blood; can taste the nauseous taste of iron on his tongue. He hears shouts and cries from the outside,but most of all,he can’t breath.
He faintly hears someone calling his name, frantic and panicked. He hears another voice roar out his name,and then,there are hands around his shoulders,pulling him out and making him shout from pain and he almost blacks out on the spot.
When those same hands lay him down on the ground,Shang Qinghua can feel the sunlight shining straight in his eyes,but he cant really feel anything other than the numbing pain in his knee, shoulders and neck.
“Airplane!! Airplane hang on!Binghe help them carry him to the ambulance!!!”
He desperately wants to calm Shen Yuan, probably throw a joke too,but he cant feel his tongue ,which has gone useless like a piece of meat, and he can only see dark spots dancing around his vision.
“Qinghua.”
Oh….oh…
“Qinghua,can you hear me?can you talk?”
Is the race over?did Mobei Jun won? What’s he doing here?
With great difficulty,Shang Qinghua blink his eyes and when Mobei Jun’s pinched,but handsome as ever face comes to focus,he gives him a lopsided smile.
“My king,” he rasps out,feeling like his throat is on fire, “is the race over?”
Mobei Jun pushes aside his hair from his face;Shang Qinghua doesn’t know when they took off his helmet. He tries to nuzzle further into the palm on his cheek,but he groans loudly when a paralyzing pain shoots through his spine. “don’t talk,don’t move. we’re taking you to the hospital.”
Shang Qinghua tries to nod,but he feels exhausted. The adrenaline from the race has wore off;leaving him in great pain and exhaustion.
“M’k.”
He feels a hand slap against his cheek a few times gently,then hears Mobei Jun ’s panicked voice “Qinghua!stay awake!”
He desperately wants to calm Mobei Jun,to hold his hand and embrace him until he’s not panicking like he’s dying, but he cant even keep his eyes open.
“Where the hell is the damned ambulance!get them the fuck here!!”
“Mobei..”He rasps out,trying to reach a hand out to grasp at Mobei Jun’s.
He feels a familiar cold hand engulf his,a ghost of a pair of lips pressed to the back of it.
“Qinghua,Qinghua don’t close your eyes!”
“s'alright. Don’t panic. Just gonna…sleep…”
He squeezes the hand in his with all the energy left in his body, before everything goes black.
Shang Qinghua never had a problem with hospitals.
But right now,as he opens his eyes to a sickly white ceiling,he immediately knows he’s in the hospital with all the awful smells and the beeping of the machines.
He groans,and squeezes his eyes before opening them again.
His senses are immediately drawn to his hand (one that’s not in a cast,the on that’s under the IV) and turns his head with great difficulty to his left.
Mobei Jun’s in holding his hand like something fragile; a crestfallen look on his handsome face,as he’s staring daggers on the titles of the floor,deep in thought. Shang Qinghua tries to work out some words,but his throat feels awfully dry,so he has to swallow a few times before being able to form words properly.
“Mobei?”
It doesn’t even take a second before Mobei Jun’s head to snaps up,his eyes meeting Shang Qinghua’s immediately.
Something crumbles in his face and Shang Qinghua makes a noise from the back of his throat and aches with the need to engulf him in his arms and comfort him.
Mobei Jun leans forward, his face inches away from his.
“Qinghua…” His chokes, and Shang Qinghua’s eyes grow wet.
“Oh…oh Mobei,” he raises his IV hand with great effort and rests his hand against Mobei Jun’s cheek.His heart clenches painfully when Mobei Jun closes his eyes and leans into the touch. He almost cries when Mobei Jun turns his face toward his palm and pressed his lips to it and to his wrist.
“Mobei… Mobei its ok…I’m alright now,arent i?”
Mobei Jun ,still with his eyes close,shakes his head and drops his head further.
Shang Qinghua makes a desperate noise again,and pushes at Mobei Jun’s face so He can look at Mobei Jun’s face clearly again.
“Mobei..please look at me?”
Mobei Jun, finally,looks up and Shang Qinghua chokes down on his own sob as he sees the sheer pain in Mobei Jun’s eyes.
“Mobei…Mobei don’t be sad, I’m ok. Its alright; I’m ok,see?”
“He almost killed you.” Mobei Jun finally grits ouy, gripping at his hand with his own shaky ones before remembering his IV and loosening his hold.
“He…he almost killed you..you were almost dead from the impact to your head and neck when I pulled you out of the car.”
Shang Qinghua doesn’t know what to say to that,so he just blinks and stays silence.
Mobei Jun swallows,and raises from his seat,to grab him some water,his back facing him.
“What.. happened to him?”
Mobei Jun doesn’t turn around while answering. Shang Qinghua can see his hands shake as he pour some water in a cup.
“He got arrested immediately. He wont harm you again.”
He helps Shang Qinghua to drink from a straw before sitting down heavily on the chair;his hands locking with Shang Qinghua’s “I should call for a doctor or a nurse.” Mobei Jun says,rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on the pale skin around the IV; his voice still rough. Shang Qinghua really doesn’t want to let him go,but he nods.
Five minutes later,a doctor comes and informs him of his injuries.
One shattered kneecap, two broken ribs,a mild concussion,and a dislocated shoulder He’s on currently on morphine,so that explains why he feels so good and not in pain at all.
The doctor tells him that he’s lucky he made it out alive. Shang Qinghua doesn’t feel so lucky,but he nods and thanks them anyway
Just as the doctor leaves,Shen Yuan along with Luo Binghe burst through the door
“Hua-ge!!”
Luo Binghe exclaims,rushing to kneel down next to his bed and looking very close to crying. He suddenly starts wailing and Shang Qinghua is shocked out of his bones.
“Hua-ge!!” He sniffs, “I thought you died!!”
Shen Yuan sighs and pats Luo Binghe ’s head gentley,
“Binghe,that’s not nice.” Then he turns to Shang Qinghua ,his brows pinched together.
“Airplane..you…” His lips turns downwards and he looks away.
Shen Yuan was never good at expressing himself;but Shang Qinghua understands. His friend is worried,and judging by the dark circles under his eyes,he hasn’t blinked an eye ever since the accident.
“You…are you alright?”
Shang Qinghua grins,and nods with difficulty.
“Yeah I’m feeling fine. Probably it’s the morphine talking. But yeah.”
When he looks around and sees Mobei Jun standing near the door,he frowns; a sudden need to have him close to him. He raises his IV hand toward him;and tries to control it’s shaking.
“Mobei.” He hates how needy he sounds,but he cant bring himself to care.
Mobei Jun immediately walks to him; Luo Binghe moving away so he can sit on the chair next to Shang Qinghua ’s bed and takes his hand. He rubs his thumb gentle over the IV's needle, his eyes slightly wide,voice deep with concern, “what is it?are you in pain?”
Shang Qinghua glances at their hands and stifles a yawn.
“Just tired.”
Mobei Jun nods. Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan look at each other,move to stand up. Shen Yuan places a plastic bag on the table and Luo Binghe puts a bouquet of flowers in a small vase.
“We’ll visit you tomorrow. Rest today.”
He then turns to leave with Luo Binghe trailing behind him.
“See you later Hua-ge!!”
Shen Yuan pauses at the doorstep and glances over his shoulder.
“Get well soon idiot,the track is lonely without you.”
Then they’re both gone before he can answer.
Shang Qinghua looks to where Mobei Jun is sitting and sees the other man is already staring at him
He squeezes Mobei Jun ’s hand as hard as the IV allows him and smiles.
“We were supposed to go out later that night.”
Mobei Jun huffs,and shakes his head.
“I’ll take you out wherever you want after you’re all better.”
Shang Qinghua grins.
“promise?”
“Promise.”
“You’ll spoil me if you do that.”
“Good. You need to be Spoiled.”
Shang Qinghua’s smile softens.
“Is that so?i wonder why’s that.”
Mobei Jun leans forward and rests his forehead against his; eyes closing on their own.
“Isnt that obvious?” He whispers
“Tell me anyway?” His own voice is barely above a whisper.
When Mobei Jun opens his eyes,Shang Qinghua is struck by how his eye color seems to be changing everytime he stares at them…they never stay a single shade of blue,no. They’re always dancing under the light or in the shadows. But this time…they’re so soft when he looks at him..like he’s something to be worshipped.
Like he’s staring at a god.
“Because I love you.”
Shang Qinghua’s breath gets punched out of his lungs.
“And I spoil the one I love.”
And when Mobei Jun lowers his those eyes to his lips and leans down,Shang Qinghua meets him half way.
Mobei Jun’s lips are as soft as he imagined them to be;not chapped,not cold,just perfect. Mobei Jun kisses him like he might break,and for a big man like him,Shang Qinghua honestly doesn’t know how he can be so gentle around him; kissing him like he’s the most precious treasure in the world;nipping at his his lower lip and making him let out a needy whine. Mobei Jun hovers over him and doesn’t let him move too much; one hand cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb on one of his bandages,while the other one is holding his shoulder in a gentle but firm grip.
Its their first kiss, yet fireworks doesn’t burst in the sky;but the Shang Qinghua can feel something close to it going off in his chest. He cant feel anything else aside Mobei Jun’s lips, Mobei Jun’s touch and Mobei Jun’s panted breaths. His heart is beating so fast,almost hurting,but he rathers die than for the kiss to end.
When they finally pull away,Shang Qinghua makes a whiny noise,and Mobei Jun kisses his cheek,then his eyelid.
“you need to rest.” But kisses him on the lips again.
As Mobei Jun sits back slightly,Shang Qinghua grins and caresses Mobei Ju ’s cheek gently.
“The first thing you’re gonna do,is to make me noodles after I get released.”
Mobei Jun cups his cheeks,and presses his lips to his forehead.
“Sounds like a plan.”
The next week when Shang Qinghua gets released and Mobei Jun drives them both to his huge house, there’s a bowl of freshly made noodles waiting for him,along with his boyfriend’s welcoming embrace and thousands kisses.