rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

[ the moments their eyes meet are always a different kind of exhilarating — qi fang swears he can feel this strange electrical current just surge between them, a tangible chemical reaction, and each time he, too, is overcome with urge to just reach out, kiss him. it would be so easy too. reki is so close, and his eyes are so wide — hopeful? — all qi fang would have to do is lean in...

reki's gaze dips and qi fang feels the spell break, somewhat. he's oddly relieved for it, taking the opportunity to suck in a breath like he may not get the chance to again later. ]

"Get out here," you said. I guess technically that wasn't asking, but my point still stands. [ yeah, yeah, his smile is way too smug. ] You asked, I answered.

[ qi fang's way too smug and reki's far too easy a mark right now. his eyes roll, but his face goes bright red. this is what he gets. he should have never looked. ]

Shut up.

[ the worst part is that he can't stop smiling, even as he's playfully shoving qi fang again. probably, now that they're fifteen bumps and pushes deep in the day, he's being painfully transparent about wanting to steal little touches here and there, no matter what he has to do to get them. like he's literally the boy razzing his crush on the playground.

but whatever, beats being honest. ]

You started it. What was I supposed to do, just let you get away with looking like that?

[ if qi fang notices anything, he makes no indication of it. probably because he's just as desperate for the contact, taking advantage of the atmosphere to lean against reki's side as if he were really just doing it to annoy reki, and not just eager for the opportunity to touch elbows or something. ]

Dunno, but I'm glad you didn't. Means my seduction tactics worked.

[ he's not even going to bother denying he got exactly what he wanted. ]

But now that means we're 2:1 on pictures. I'll be expecting mine by the end of the day today.

[ wow, what a fucking bully. weird that reki looks like he just won the lottery, but y'know. every reaction is valid when it comes to ruthless acts of hazing like this. ]

You've seen me... literally all fucking day. Get sick of me, bro.

[ he's leaning right back into qi fang, because... because. there doesn't need to be an explanation for everything he does. honestly, reki's just so wrapped up in the thrill of breathing in qi fang's space that he wouldn't be able to explain himself if he tried. ]

Nah, I don't feel like it.

[ which is perhaps more honest than he should be this early on in their... whatever it is they're doing. but he said what he said. it helps he can still say it so casually right now. ]

Just for that, I'm asking for two.

[ man, reki's taken a lot of sucker punches in his time, but none of them hit quite so hard as qi fang's honesty. back to chewing on his lip, because he knows he looks like a messy fool right now. ]

When'm I supposed to take all these pictures, huh? I've got plans to take up a lot of someone's time tonight.

Good point...

[ this close, it's easier for qi fang to let his voice drop, to turn his head so his lips just graze along reki's ear. ]

I guess I could help you out and take 'em myself.

[ cool, awesome, it's nearly impossible to walk straight when those lips against his ear are lulling his eyes closed. luckily, they're coming up on the home stretch, a road with high walls on either side and no other pedestrians. it's either better or worse that qi fang is the only one there to watch him almost trip over his own feet. ]

God. You're gonna get your way somehow no matter what I do, so fine. I still reserve the right to approve and delete as I see fit.

[ they're a bit more tucked away now, which means it's not all that scandalous for qi fang to reach out a hand on reki's opposite shoulder. to steady him, of course, because a good samaritan wouldn't just let the poor guy stumble and potentially hurt himself further, right? right. the fact that his hand lingers, that it squeezes that shoulder before slowly drifting down the length of reki's arm? well, whatever. ]

I think I can agree to those terms.

[ why does this feel like the best thing that's ever happened to him? stupid. thank god his arms aren't bare so the goosebumps rising all up and down them aren't obvious. he looks up at qi fang, then looks away just as quickly, puffing out his cheeks. ]

Not like you have a choice.

[ now reki's not playing fair. how's qi fang supposed to resist a face like that? the brattiness levels are through the roof at this point, and he's just way too weak to do anything against that. so sorry, reki, but you're definitely going to get a puffy cheek pinched. ]

'Course I do. I can just hold my phone out of your reach.

[ WOW. that's two cardinal sins. absolutely unforgivable. reki fixes him with a stare and snatches up that hand before it can do anymore pinching. ]

Do it! Watch what happens!

[ which does mean he's just... holding qi fang's hand. very tightly, so surprised by that sudden development that it takes a second for his fingers to loosen. ]

[ not exactly the way qi fang imagined their first hand-holding to go (and, yes, he's already imagined it shut up) but you know what? he'll take it. they're walking under the shade of a tree, sandwiched by high walls — yeah, he's feeling a little brave, and so when he feels those fingers loosen his wrist twists and he grabs onto that hand himself. ]

Knowing you, you'd play dirty.

[ easy now to tip his head forward, their foreheads nearly touching. ]

But I might like that.

[ oh. oh, now they're really holding hands. weird that this has never happened to him before, but for a first time, this is... really fucking nice.

qi fang is leaning in closer too. reki's heart stops outright, then starts pounding so loud he can barely hear qi fang over its frantic drumming. how he manages to form a coherent sentence is a fucking marvel. ]

You've got no idea.

[ whatever. he can't just let qi fang call him short and get away with it. he rocks up on his toes to close the distance between them and tries to steal a kiss. ]

[ consider that kiss stolen. or maybe not really, because qi fang's already there, ready to meet him halfway. he feels his body move on its own — sneakers scuffling along the pavement to fit closer against reki, hand moving to slot their fingers together like they're the ending scene of some sappy romcom from the early 2000s. he's not even going to hide how much he's been wanting this, coaxing the kiss to deepen with a flick of his tongue along the seam of reki's lips. jesus he can't even wait another couple of minutes, how the hell's he supposed to last through dinner and the night?

when he pulls away it feels all too soon, but there's a burning in his lungs telling him the kiss had been long enough to rob him of air. his eyes scan all over reki's face, a hunger in his gut that's definitely not aiming for pizza. ]

Tell me we're almost there.

[ reki doesn't even like kissing people. something about someone suffocating you with their face just doesn't get him going at all. but when qi fang does it, breathing is the last thing on his mind; he wants to drown in the soft crush of qi fang's lips, come unraveled at the point of his tongue.

he can't stop looking at him, wondering how in the world anyone can be so sexy and handsome and disarming and it not be a criminal offense. there's nothing he can do about this. it's torture.

and then his eyes shift, and then shift again, and he's turning his head, his face darkening to the deepest red. he slaps his free hand over his eyes and groans. ]

... We passed it.

[ fuck, oh god, he was so caught up in everything, this is so embarrassing. ]

[ it's like something right out of a sitcom, the slow blink that comes just a second or two belatedly after reki reveals his folly. qi fang glances around, but it's not like he has any idea where they're meant to be going, but eventually the reality of their situation sets in and he just

he can't help the sudden laughter that just bubbles right out of him. suddenly he wants to kiss reki all over again, but this time fueled by a different kind of lightness. ]

Dumbass.

[ said so, so sickeningly fond. he turns them back around, but this time slinging his arm around reki's shoulders so their joined hands hang down the side. ]

You owe me a workbench to bend you over, don't try to get out of it.

Shut up! Shut up, don't talk, god, fuck off.

[ reki digs the heel of his palm against his face, on the very verge of a meltdown. the only thing that's really keeping him together is qi fang's arms and that—well, he doesn't even want to think about that right now. he's way over capacity, alleviated only by squeezing the fingers wound around his. ]

It's right over here.

[ hard to miss, with the big stone fence and the twin shisa overlooking the path. reki leads him past the house though, dodging all the high traffic windows, sneaking them towards a shed in the back. ]

[ he quiets down to a low snicker as they finally make it to the property, but that too eventually dies out as his curiosity gets the better of him. soon reki really does have to take the lead, because qi fang's far too busy glancing all around them to see what he can of the place. is that weird? maybe, but he can't help but wonder what kind of place reki grew up in... the fact he's being ushered so quickly towards the back has him thinking he doesn't have qi fang's situation as the only child left living with parents who are very often not home. he actually tries to crane his neck a little to peek into one of those windows, but he doesn't really make any grand attempt because (let's face it) he's not looking to delay their privacy any longer. ]

Are you the youngest?

[ he wonders, honestly. is that why he's so bratty... ]

Nope. Oldest.

[ yeah, there's no good reason for it. this is just how he is. and speaking of, the second he catches qi fang with his lofty head anywhere near a window, he grabs a fistful of his shirt and yanks him back down. let's not tempt fate, mister. ]

And my family's insane, so unless you wanna get caught up in all that, stay down. C'mon.

[ he's on some mission impossible shit from here. they're passing the kitchen, aka the heart of enemy territory. for what it's worth, something within smells absolutely divine—which is even more cause for concern. reki holds out a hand while he carefully peers through the screen door, then emphatically waves for him to follow. ]

[ it's not that he wants to tempt fate, per se, but he can't help but be curious! there's so much about reki he doesn't know, and so much more he thought he had a handle on that just wound up being so, so wrong. but he's not nearly curious enough to risk ruining their night, or incurring reki's wrath... so he ducks his head obediently, following along with the lightest footsteps as possible.

that smell though... reki mentioned his mom's cooking before, and it just reminds qi fang how long it's been since he's had a homecooked meal. he presses a hand over his stomach, as if to pre-emptively tell it to shut the hell up, and dutifully keeps close behind reki. now is that just his imagination, or does he hear the pitter patter of little feet...? ]

[ they're so close. reki can see the shed like a light at the end of the tunnel. but then he's freezing, listening, and yup, he hears it too: the unmistakable sound of tiny feet waddling through the grass.

like a bullet, he takes off in a mad dash, swooping up a squealing toddler who presses a sticky hand covered in grass to his lips and proclaims, "weki pizza." reki pulls a face and gives her a raspberry right on her chubby neck, which only prompts her to smear her little fingers all over his face, giggling hysterically. ]

Not for you. How'd you get out here, Chihiro?

[ he looks around and then—ah. one of the windows is open, and he fishes around inside of it to pull what looks like the same toddler off the chair that's been pushed up against the wall on the other side. this one is giggling, flailing, but also stuck on repeating, "weki pizza!" reki sighs and balances one on either hip, casting a weary glance at qi fang. ]

Sorry. You can go wait in the shed if you want. Sounds like I gotta grab the pizza anyway.

[ qi fang doesn't really know what he'd been expecting. reki had literally just told him he was the oldest, and yet his brain can't quite make the connection between those words and what he's seeing right now, the literal object of his ~~affection~~ lust looking ten kinds of Done while still effortlessly managing to wrangle what appear to be two miniature versions of reki himself.

he should probably just go to the shed and wait like a good boy. ]

I... can help?

[ he gestures weakly towards the wriggling children. ]

Looks like you have your hands full.

Uh...

[ fuck. this isn't what he wanted at all. but it's impossible to think of a better plan when both toddlers are wriggling out of his grasp and pulling at his hair and shouting commands in unison. "weki zoom! weki uppies! weki book!" weki give up. ]

Fine. But I warned you. Koyomi!

[ even though qi fang offered to help, he's already mastered the art of using one toddler to pry open the door and kick it the rest of the way open. he keeps his foot there long enough for qi fang to slip inside, and then—chaos. there's pots steaming, a TV blaring, the clink of silverware being laid out, the manic squeals of the toddlers in his arms, a flurry of footsteps as another girl comes dashing into the kitchen, and a weary sigh as reki's mother (who, yes, is definitely the one he inherited his thiccness from) turns to the pair of them and hones right in on qi fang. she's laying a hand on his shoulder, demanding to know if reki's gotten him into any trouble, oh, you poor thing, while reki animatedly debriefs his other sister on the twins' escape plan.

eventually, he steps in to save qi fang from his mother's relentless insistence that he take a few croquettes with them ("you'll need something that sticks to your bones if you wanna keep up with that boy!"), grabbing him by the elbow. ]

We have food, ma. Stop making me sound like I'm gonna sell him to the freakin' horse track. C'mon, man, I gotta grab something from my room.

[ reki looks so damn aggrieved that qi fang feels a little guilty for delighting in this so much. he's not really sure what it is — maybe the odd juxtaposition of reki's surliness amidst the backdrop of what is obviously a very loving family's intimate chaos. it's a wonderful thing to witness, even if he does get swept up in the current of it as collateral.

not that he's really complaining... he got a whole croquette out of it.

he at least manages a quick thank you to reki's mom before he's dragged away, but boy oh boy is it gonna be hard to wipe that grin off his face. ]

Didn't realize I was messing with such trouble.

[ he's snickering to himself as he follows after, all the while happily munching on his snack. ]

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why is he so CUtE

theyre killin me

please how did this happen

IDFK HELP!!

there's no helping u now sry

guess i gotta go down w/ this ship 🚢

R E K I

oops 🤭

he's so precious!!! but also dw rly be eating up my notifs

i told u it hates me 😭

why did you anger it omg

it's just jelly imma boss bitch

you can't SAY that with a tag this cute i'm getting cavities

sry im livin ill stop soon i swear

never stop i love this