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“What the heck was that?”
A phantom sensation pressed into the Monkey King’s cheek, it made him turn his head to the direction of the city. He knew his copy just finished dropping you back home, but he wasn’t quite certain on why he felt something touch him.
The transferring memory soon hit him like a quick slap across the face, wide-eyed in surprise as the howling wind he flew through became silent when the knowledge set in his mind.
You kissed him.
And he fell.
Literally, his somersault cloud practically vanished under him, his body tumbling while both his mouth and mind screamed, trying to recollect some thought to stop himself from crashing into the freezing ocean.
It felt like a miracle that his cloud caught him with only a few feet to spare, he took in deep breaths to regain more of himself and figure out what just happened.
You kissed him, gave him a gentle smile along with a thanks.
And suddenly the other looks you gave him were making much more sense. That comment on calling him “Handsome” was probably more than just a slip of the tongue like he originally thought.
Wukong could feel his face grow warm despite the cold wind, even as he went soaring back home to Flower Fruit Mountain, his thoughts couldn't help but go back to you and the time that was spent together.
He finally hit his bed, head against a plush pillow while he stared at the blank darkness of the cave, he properly acknowledged why you would kiss him. (Well, his clone, but he was pretty certain it was meant for him.)
You liked him, much more than a friend.
And part of him was happy, really happy to know that.
But… It wouldn’t work out, couldn’t with his immortality and you being a simple human.
No, simple almost felt like an insult.
You were kind yet blunt, had the confidence to sass him, knew of his epic stories but still acted as if you were equal. A simple human was something you weren’t.
Your smile was cute, laughter was just as contagious. You made the time to come all the way over to visit him at the temple, even helped fix up some of the parts that were falling apart.
Why didn’t he really notice until now?
He…
He liked you too…
Much more than just a friend, he wanted to see that smile and hear your voice even more now.
But, he noticed that you had asked his copy if he would remember.
Maybe mentioning it would be a bad move… It might embarrass you to the point of no longer visiting, and he definitely didn’t want that to happen.
He shifted in his bed and moved under the thick blankets, his hands went to the back of his head to prop against the pillow.
He remembered how soft you felt when he (well, technically his copy) held you on the trip back to your apartment. He kind of liked carrying you around on his cloud, fun to catch the awed face you had when flying the skies.
He didn’t want any of that to stop, the idea of it gone almost brought a twinge of pain.
He wanted to be with you, enjoy all the time he still had.
Maybe he couldn’t quite admit that he knew, but he wondered if there was a chance he could push you into a situation to confess. Get extra close, almost affectionate in the attention he would give.
It could be fun, some of the expressions you made were cute and embarrassed would easily be on the top of the list.
A smile spread across his face at the thought of your pout with reddening cheeks.
He was excited to see you again, in more ways than one.