rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

[ but why be obedient when you can be a dick instead? ]

Yes, dear?

[ he slides the tea over, plain. he's all the honey you need, right? ]

[ reki gags theatrically and reaches out for the honey, squeezing it with a vengeance. flatly: ]

Thanks, darling.

Ooh, I just got a chill... [ qi fang holds his hands up, rubbing at his arms. ] Guess someone must've left a door open.

[ reki gives his tea a few fierce stirs. ]

Don't worry. I can hear doors just closin' left and right for you.

So cold...

[ he scoots his chair closer so he can lean his head down on reki's shoulder and burrow himself into the crook of his neck, shivering. ]

Need warmth, need kisses...

[ oh no. and this is all his fault, too. reki wraps an arm around him and presses a kiss to the top of his head. ]

Here, take my tea.

[ qi fang just sits up, reaching for his own cup to sip at. ]

No thanks, I don't like mine with honey.

[ sniff. ]

Suit yourself. Enjoy your shitty tea.

[ he puts his cup down, then, and wraps both arms around qi fang now, squeezing him tightly. ]

What's this? Rainy weather gets you all cozy huh? [ considering how it's become sort of an unspoken agreement not to be too obvious with their relationship around reki's family, despite literally everyone knowing ever, but qi fang isn't at all complaining. rather he leans into the hug, tipping his head to rest it against reki's in return.

this close, it's easy for him to murmur quietly between them, ] Sad we can't shower together again...

[ reki's too cold to worry about things right now, especially things that everyone already knows. instead, he nods softly, rubbing over qi fang's arm to kick up the heat between them. in a sweet, drowsy little murmur: ]

You just wanna come on my face again.

I mean... That was definitely a bonus.

[ he can't lie! he's still got that picture burning away in his designated reki album, after all. it's one of his late night favorites. ]

But you also just seem to enjoy fussing over my hair.

I like your hair.

[ so much so that upon mention of it, his fingers instantly miss it. nevermind that it's all wet; that's not gonna stop him from stroking through it. ]

S'like half the reason you're so cute.

Wow, a whole half? I should probably take better care of it then...

[ it had been lack of interest before, but honestly these days he doesn't put a lot of effort in it because he likes when reki fusses over him. ]

Can't lose you if I suddenly go bald, right?

[ why would he put that idea in reki's head? he makes a disturbed noise, but ultimately, he kisses qi fang's cheek and decides: ]

There's always wigs.

Wow, that's devotion babe.

[ he tips his head up, grinning up at him, their faces so close his nose is practically nudged right up against reki's cheek. ]

In return I promise to never dump you even if you stop making me food.

As if.

[ reki scoffs and squeezes him tighter, hearing the telltale sound of the bathroom door opening. in a house like this, it's a sound you learn quickly. ]

You go.

[ qi fang straightens up, brows raised. ]

You sure?

[ he grins, leaning forward to press a kiss on reki's cheek. ]

You're the best, man. I'll leave you some hot water, okay?

[ he's not going to waste any more time, considering his feet have started to feel numb. ]

You'd better.

[ reki's already freezing in qi fang's absence, but whatever. time to grab that tea and huff over it until he can feel his nose again, at least. ]

Grab whatever you want from my closet. Actually...

[ ... now that he thinks of it... ]

Pretty sure some of your clothes are in the basket on my desk.

[ qi fang turns on his heel to lift his brows at the other. he feels color start to return to his cheeks, chest warming just as much. ]

Cool. I was wondering where some of my stuff went.

[ he grins, feeling strangely giddy about this fact. then he's off like a shot, feeling the chill start to settle bone-deep. ]

You might still be wondering, honestly.

[ there is something, he has to admit, about the idea of their mixed laundry. he hadn't thought about it much before, but seeing that grin on qi fang's face makes him grin too.

and then he's gone and there's nothing for him to focus on. he ends up snuggling into his arms and drifting off right there at the table. someone drops by to drape a warm towel over his shoulders, but by then, he's out like a light, too exhausted to rouse for anything as mundane as people moving in the house all around him. ]

[ qi fang doesn't even take that long. knowing that reki's still soaked and waiting for him is a good enough piece of motivation, but also he finds he's just not all that interested in being without the other for too long, especially in a house where he's literally surrounded by so many things that reminds him of reki.

he's got a towel around his shoulders, catching the errant droplets of water still clinging to his hair, when he makes his way back over to the table. seeing reki dozing off puts a smile to his face; he's always so hesitant to wake the other, knowing sleep is kind of precious for him, but no point in letting him stay in wet clothes any longer. he crouches down beside the chair, reaching up to brush more of reki's hair out of his face. ]

Look alive, bright eyes. That hot water's not gonna wait forever.

[ there's a reluctant grumble from him. he can't lift his head off the table yet, but he is awake enough to fret over all the things he's missed out on worrying about while he was asleep. he manages to drowsily slur: ]

I forgot to show you which stuff to use.

[ he's so, so precious like this...

kind of a shame qi fang's resorting to such dirty tactics to wake him up. ]

Don't worry, I figured it out. I just had to rub that bar soap all over my hair, right?

[ reki makes an irritable noise and lifts his head, wavering like he's punch-drunk for a moment. finally, he cracks one eye open, pulls qi fang's shoulder to bring him nearer, and sniffs at his hair.

the verdict? lies. ]

... You asshole.

[ fuck it. might as well stretch and yawn and wake the rest of the way up. ]

[ he laughs, triumphant and smug. ]

It worked, so I make no apologies. C'mon, you're practically crusted over in mud.

[ he sets his hands on reki's legs, moving as if to curl them under his thighs. ]

Want me to carry you?

TFLN / OPEN RP / THREADTRACKER

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