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[rekd]

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[rekd]

[ reki tentatively lifts the pillow. ]

What?

[tongxue]

[ oh, that worked? ]

I said... your mom.

[ ... ]

Will miss me?

[rekd]

[ reki narrows his eyes dangerously. ]

Babe...

[tongxue]

[ hm HMM hm... qi fang will just reach for that pillow and slowly pull it over his face again. ]

On second thought, guess I'll die.

[rekd]

[ well now reki's gonna die... laughing. which reminds him. ]

Wait.

[ he burrows under the pillow too. ]

We go together, dammit.

[tongxue]

Right right, I forgot we were sticking it to Shakespeare.

[ but if reki does that, then there'll hardly be any room between them, which means where else will qi fang's lips go by practically all over reki's face, kisses so messy that pillow topples over almost instantly.

he's only interrupted by a sudden jolt, the vibration from the phone in his back pocket catching him off-guard. he ignores it for now, figuring it's just sun jing sending him pictures again of qiu tong being cute. he remembers telling her before how weird it was but. well. now he kinda gets it. ]

[rekd]

[ reki unleashes a litany of skeeved-to-death noises, but surprisingly can't seem to find the strength to fight him off. strange how that works out. he pauses the playful back and forth, though, hearing the phone go off, but only to grab for qi fang's hands. ]

No. You're mine right now.

[tongxue]

[ those hands go up, palm out in surrender. ]

Yeesh, I wasn't even gonna grab it.

[ though, not long after he says that, he feels the drawn out vibration of a phone call, prompting a quirk of his brow. no way sun jing would bother with a call... no way any of his buddies would. the only people he knows that would still bother with a call are his parents and... ah.

he stays quiet until the call eventually ends, shrugging. ]

Looks like I missed out on a scam.

[rekd]

Good.

[ reki looks smug as a little prince... right up until his phone starts buzzing in his pocket. then it's a different story. different genre, even. he releases qi fang's hands quickly. ]

I was just kidding. Might be your parents.

[ bzzbzzbzzbzz... ]

You should check that.

[tongxue]

[ yeah, that wasn't suspicious at all. slowly qi fang rises up to a seating position, eyeing reki all the while. ]

Guess we're popular today.

[ still, he doesn't reach for his phone just yet. instead he nods at reki's pocket. ]

Your parents too?

[rekd]

[ it's a standoff then. cue that theme from the good, the bad and the ugly. ]

Might be.

[ nevermind that ma's in the kitchen and the other one typically doesn't call. not reki, anyway. ]

[tongxue]

[ bzzbzzbzz... ]

Must be important.

[ ...but alright. qi fang will be the first to break, half-turning away to slip his phone out of his pocket and peer at the name showing up for a missed message, call, voicemail. looks like li qiang's feeling particularly persistent today...

he scans the text but all it's asking was if he was busy. listening to the voicemail next, he slides his gaze over to reki, keeping half an ear out for him too. ]

[rekd]

[ what a front. there's literally only one person in the world who ever calls this number, and reki answers appropriately: ]

Dude, what the fuck? I told you I'm busy tonight.

[ and then: ]

... What?

[ and then again, this time with anxiety: ]

... What!? What fire!? Ohhhh my f— Are you laughing? That's not fucking funny, man.

[ reki shoots qi fang a look that means, universally, can you believe this asshole? ]

[tongxue]

[ qi fang is still on the tail end of the voicemail message, mind split between the two voices he hears on either side of him. though, between the two, one is definitely more urgent, and so he files away the bomb li qiang's just dropped on him to hopefully tackle properly the next day. once he's done, he's stuffing his phone back into his pocket, turning his full attention on reki instead.

what's up? he mouths, feeling equal parts curiosity and dread. ]

[rekd]

[ reki elects to respond aloud, no subtlety even remotely attempted. ]

My manager's a fucking dickhead. ... Wait, what? Wait, hold—

[ reki holds the phone up to his face, narrowing his eyes at it in disbelief. ]

He hung up on me.

[ slowly, he slips back into qi fang's space. ]

All good? Was it your parents?

[tongxue]

[ qi fang's arms open up reflexively, welcoming reki back in without question. ]

Yeah, [ he says distractedly, defaulting on a lie for the moment because it requires less explanation. he frowns a little. ] Wait, your manager? What's on fire — the shop?

[rekd]

Nothing's on fucking fire. He's just a dickhead.

[ he sounds as bitter as the look on his face, but he smooths that out quickly. instead, it's gentle strokes over qi fang's hand, a soft voice, an imploring gaze: ]

I do need to make a quick delivery tonight, though.

[tongxue]

Oh.

[ he pauses, letting that settle in, and then realizes maybe that's a little too long of a pause. he puts on a smile, turning their hands over so that he's patting reki's instead. ]

Sure, yeah. Work's work, right? I can cover for you.

[rekd]

[ now it's reki's turn to pause, eyeing that smile on qi fang's face critically. ]

Nah. Come with me. It'll be quick and we can go fuck around in the park or something after.

[tongxue]

[ the smile doesn't waver, which is probably the first red flag. ]

Wouldn't I just get in the way?

[rekd]

[ red flags on the outside, screaming klaxons on the inside. ]

... of... a delivery?

[tongxue]

[ he glances away, embarrassed. ]

Look, I dunno what you do...

[rekd]

Pretty sure you do.

[ reki gets up on his knees, slowly reaching out for qi fang's jaw to tip it back his way. ]

Hey... what's up?

[tongxue]

[ qi fang is yielding, but unconsciously so. he blinks when he's suddenly meeting reki's eyes, like he hadn't intended to and doesn't know what to do now that he has. ]

Aren't these deliveries dangerous sometimes?

[rekd]

... No?

[ why would he think that? oh, right. reki never did get around to telling him the story of what happened that night. ]

It's literally just a drop-off.

[ his fingers don't stay idle, tentatively stroking over qi fang's jaw. ]

Promise, it's simple as that.