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"But they are so adorable!"
"No, they are not! They're garbage! Now give them to me!"
"No, I won't! I'm keeping them and cherishing them for the rest of my life!"
Wukong dodged Macaque as he made another attempt at grabbing his drawings from Wukong's hands.
The fact that, his beloved moon had drawn him in a style so cute and adorable, made his heart swoon.
They are so pretty!
Macaque doesn't agree though.
"Wukong give them to me right this second or you're going to regret this!"
"No, I won't! You're going to burn them if I did!"
"Damn right I will. Now give them to me!"
Wukong squeaked when Macaque jumped on him from the bed and manage to successfully cling to his back.
" Ehhhh, Mihiou! What the hell?!"
"Now, you can't run!"
Wukong kept the drawings as far away as he could while trying to get Macaque off of himself.
Macaque decide to retaliate by climbing his head.
"Eh! What are you doing now?!"
" Getting what is rightfully mine back! Now hold still!"
When Macaque was nearly, fully on top of his head, Wukong made a split second decision he hoped he won't regret.
"Wait, Let's make a deal!"
"I'm not interested!"
"I'll show you the drawings I made of you too!"
Macaque finally stopped, looking down at Wukong, whoes cheeks are dusted pink and is smiling hesitantly up at him.
"Wait, you drawn me?"
"Of course, you weren't the only one who was smitten, you know."
Macaque blushed slightly, but decide to finally give Wukong a break and get off of him.
Wukong sigh in relief and turn to face Macaque and found him already facing him, confuse.
"You'll show me your drawings?"
"Of course. I mean they are paintings, not drawings and I was planning to give them to you as courting gift but I...ehhhhh,I though you would think I'm a creep so I choose to keep them.", Wukong mumbled the next part, " I didn't think you would've liked them."
But no words are ever a secret to the six eared Macaque,who blinked in suprise at that statement.
"Wukong, I seen your paintings, They're beautiful. What made you think I wouldn't like them?"
"Beacuse I want to impress you. Not creep you out! Besides you are extravaganting, they aren't that good."
"They are great! Compare to this...." macaque pointed at the drawings,"....they are practically a masterpiece!"
"That's not true." Wukong shook his head, " My paintings aren't better that your drawings, You just have a different style than I do. That doesn't make it bad, it just makes it uniquely you." Wukong pointed at Macaquce, smiling brightly," And that is enough to make it the prettiest art I ever seen."
Macaque blushed brighter at Wukong's speech, not able to look him in the eyes, his gaze fell on his drawings. Wukong was clutching them firmly but gently to his chest.
As much as Wukong likes to praise his drawings, Macaque still feels embarrassed by them.
Back then when his feelings for Sun Wukong was newly blooming, he didn't exactly knew how to deal with them. He couldn't tell his family,( who had a low opinion on the infamous monkey king) without them finding out he had befriended him, and worse have a crush on him.
He tried to write down his feelings in a poem or a play, like he usually did when his emotions doesn't make the clearest sense to him.
Unfortunately his noisy younger cousins always somehow get the hold of them and would relentlessly ask him why he suddenly decide to dabble in romance of all genres. They didn't let it go until he threaten to trap them in the lowest level of the shadow realm to fend for themselves.
So that left him with an option that no one would suspect him of him.
Drawing.
He was never good at it, not as much as he would have liked anyways.
When he was young his grandmother sat him down to teach him any and every form of art she knew, among those was of course, drawing.
He took to stage and poetry easy enought and even manage to make a reputation for himself. However no matter how much he practiced, his drawings never came out how he envision them, so after while despite his grandmother's encouragement, he stopped out of frustration.
It's not like he needs to draw to tell a story, his shadows were more than perfect for that.
So at the end not wanting his family to find out about his "nighttime strolls", he started to draw his feelings, and at the time it helped a lot even thought he could never get Wukong right.
But now his self indulgence had saddle him with a problem he was too lost in a daydream to foreseen.
But maybe there is still a silver lining to this.
Wukong grow anxious the longer Macaque remain silence, thinking he over stepped his boundaries, again.
"Hey, it's alright if you don't want me to keep them. Sorry if I upset you, I just think they're really cute and I would really like to...."
"Fine."
"Huh?"
"It's fine if you want to keep them so long as I get to keep your paintings of me."
Wukong was silenced, watching Macaque in quiet suprise, who finally looked him in the eyes, but was turning redder with each passing second it took him respond.
Wukong grinned, wide and happy.
Tha's all it took?
He is more than fine with that!
"Of course, they were meant to be a gift after all!"
"And don't show them to anybody."
"Eh, why?!"
" Do you want to keep them or not?"
"Fine, fine. But it would be a real shame though."
" Wukong."
"Fine، fine! I won't show them to anybody."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Macaque finally gave him a smile, relieved at situation getting solved and happy that he manage to get something out of it.
Wukong stared at the happy smiling monkey demon in front of him and decide to give him a kiss.
Macaque's fur fluffed up at that, blush coming back full fore.
"What was that for?!"
Wukong leaned back, giving him a cheeky grin.
"What? Can't kiss my future mate?"
Macaque huff at him, but Wukong wasn't fooled for a second.
After all, that tiny smile tells a different story.