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Muqiu: Who am I? Where am I? Fuck... I am so confused @.@
Muqiu: Okay, let's break this down first...
Lvl. 1
Straight : nope
Bent : definitely
Lvl. 2
Straight but pretending to be bent: Ye Xiu
Bent but pretending to be straight and acting bent: Su Muqiu
In the end, I still have to act as both?! OTL
Su Muqiu can't help but lament as he came to that conclusion.
'This is torture...'
He's a gay guy pretending to be straight but to be forced to pretend that he's gay - well, he just needs to let go, right? Not necessarily. Ye Xiu thought he was straight, so he needs to act on the premise of that...
A week into it and he confirmed his first thought.
But it's not all bad...Fake acting as Ye Xiu's boyfriend is like being hungry and having cake in front of you...which is in a display glass from a bakery - and you can't afford it.
You can stare, but you definitely can't have a bite - so what do you do?Take a picture and imagine what I'd taste like...It gives you satisfaction as well as frustration. Motivation and depression...
On one hand, he gets to do things he only imagined doing - holding hands, cheek kisses, etc. But on the other hand, he had to restrain himself to not act too realistically.
...
A week ago, in the training room...
Su Muqiu was bored out of his mind - which was why he resorted to levelling "Autumn Tree" in the wilds, randomly killing players in between.
He finished all his blueprints for their equipments, their guild just needed to acquire the materials and it's done. He's done his training, did all that could be done in the game...He even had time to fiddle with his previous project, the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella -successfully making a level 60 tentative blueprint of it.
He's that desperate...or not? At least not that bad he'd go out and brave the sweltering heat, nope. So...
As he was thinking of what to do - piloting his character is second nature by now, he doesn't have to think much about it - he heard the door open.
Turning around in his seat, Muqiu saw Ye Xiu entering.
Hey, what - why're you so red? Are you running a fever?"
Su Muqiu asked as he reached out a hand to feel Ye Xiu's forehead. Ye Xiu recoiled, flinching as if burned.
"Sorry, I just..." Ye Xiu ran a hand through his hair, making it even more messier than it already is. He's momentarily distracted by the movement, and only caught the tail end of what Ye Xiu was saying.
"- so that's why. Can you be my boyfriend?"
Muqiu blanked out.
"Muqiu? Hey..." Ye Xiu waved his hand back and forth in front of Su Muqiu's face.
'I think I broke him...'
'Well, it's a lot to digest..so I guess I understand...'
'Hmm, I think I'll go and get his favourite snacks first, he might take a while to recover...'
...
When Ye Xiu came back, Su Muqiu was staring off into space, his character forgotten.
Ye Xiu sighed as he went to the back of Su Muqiu's chair. He placed his hands on his shoulders - he felt Muqiu tensed up - and massaged him, kneading here and there until he felt him relax.
After a while - when he was absolutely sure that Muqiu was already fine - he said;
"You know...you don't have to force yourself. It's a thankless task after all. It's just...I'm out of ideas - and Mucheng suggested this. And I thought, 'Why not?' Besides, if I really was bent, I'm sure I'll go for you, anyway. They never stood a chance - I mean, have you known you?"
'Say what???'
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'I'm missing something here, aren't I?'
'Oh noo, what a time to be distracted - is it too late to ask him to repeat himself?'
'Of course it is, dumbass. He probably thinks you're already making a decision about what he said earlier.'
Muqiu thought about what Ye Xiu said and could somehow get where this is going.