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Tang Bo stops in the middle of the street. It was official, he had to admit it. He was lost. Completely and utterly lost. His heat had finished a few weeks ago and he went to go meet Chung Myung soon after for their usual meeting. Expect he found no one.
Tang Bo through maybe Chung Myung was maybe busy or he simply just didn’t find him. Tang Bo didn’t want to think about the possibility of Chung Myung forgetting about their meet up, because that would mean he forgot about Tang Bo. And that, was simply not possible.
So, he tried again the next day, with again no result. And the day after that. And the day after, after that. The next week there was no one again. Tang Bo conclusion was that, either Chung Myung was really, really busy or…. He was mad at Tang Bo for leaving him so suddenly last time. It’s not like it was Tang Bo’s fault if his heat was advanced. He still hasn’t figure out why.
Tang Bo had waited for another week, and seeing no sign of Chung Myung he resign himself. He thought about climbing up the mountain of the sect but if Chung Myung really was mad, well. He was probably not just simply accepting Tang Bo apologize. Well, he would but… only after a month or two which is too long without his Hyung-nim in his opinions.
He had heard about a temporary market settling not too far from Sichuan. Tang Bo went there hopping to find a gift worth of Chung Myung and that would grant him forgiveness almost immediately.
Of course, Tang Bo could have just bought a dozen bottles of the most expensive alcohol of Sichuan and call it a day. But he wanted something more personal in addition of that. After hours spending between the different merchants, he had finally found something.
Tang Bo had hesitated a lot, unsure of what he should give him. Chung Myung wasn’t a materialist person. Unless it’s money, alcohol or food he didn’t really care about anything else. Tang Bo knew Chung Myung would accept any gift, but what was the point of giving him a fan if the man was never going to use it? Tang Bo wanted something that would deeply touch Chung Myung, that would how well he knew the other and that his Hyung would carry around without it being a hindrance.
And then he passes the shop. Because here, in the middle of all the other people, was someone who sell multiple kind of accessories. Rings, necklace, hairpins, going through bracelet and earing, passing by pendant and pouch scent… Tang Bo saw a tassel.
It was perfect! He would make his Hyung-nim a tassel that represent both of them and it could be tied to his sword! That way, Chung Myung could always keep it with him at all times, without it being in the way.
Tang Bo asks the vendor if she could make him a personalize one and told her he didn’t mind paying more if it meant it could be done. He chooses a complex design for the top, so it would look like a plum blossom flower. He chooses a deep pink thread that reminded Tang Bo of Chung Myung’s eyes, a silver-plated ring holding the motif together. The thread pending losing with a green pearl at the top of it.
He paid it off satisfied with his purchase. Satisfied with himself he continued to wander around, stopping every now and then when he saw people selling some rare medical plant, or books. Except that now. He was lost.
Tang Bo tried to look around but no matter what he didn’t recognize where he was. He let out a deep sigh, exasperate with himself. He eventually found an inn to sit down to eat and rest a bit. Someone comes give him a menu and he starts looking through some unfamiliar alcohol. Huh. Maybe he should try some. The question is which one.
“Two bottles of emperor smile for me please! Wait, no make it three! Thank you!”
Tang Bo can’t help but overhear the loud speaking person. He looks down at the menu and see there is indeed something called emperor smile. He hesitates for a bit before putting down the menu and turning towards the person who just spoke
“Hum excuse, do You -?” Tang Bo tries but suddenly stops himself. The stranger turns towards him.
“Hm? Yes, do I what?” The stranger looks at him with a kind smile which is… very disturbing on a face that looks so much as Chung Myung.
“My apologize you look disturbingly similar to a friend of mine. I heard you order for emperor smile, was it?” Tang Bo looks at the man for confirmation.
“Yes, best wine I’ve ever had that I can guarantee” The stranger continues to smile and look full of energy.
Tang Bo merely nob “are you familiar with any other alcohol beverage? I barely recognize half of the name”
At those words, the stranger eyes light up “Looking for recommendation, are you? Come sit, let’s share a table!”
Tang Bo agrees easily. The guy doesn’t seem half bad.
“Thank you, that’s nice of you” He is barely seated that the man in front of him launch into the explication of all the different type
“of course, of course, I’m happy to help someone discover the wonders of liquors.” He hits Tang Bo on the shoulders repeatedly before the other forced a smiled. “So, you see this one? “he points out one of the names on the menu “Very good if you like strong flavour. Not my favourite, I’ll be honest but hey, everyone has his own taste”
Tang Bo titled his head “What kind of strong? Like taste last for some time?”
“More like, overpowering everything else”
Tang Bo merely hummed “Anything sweet?”
The stranger pointed a couple of them “Well there’s those of strong aroma if you want”
Tang Bo waved his hand away “That won’t do either he’s already familiar with those. They’re pretty popular where I’m from”
At those words the stranger looked up at him and raised an eyebrow “hm? He’s?”
“Yes, it’s gift, I’m afraid I’ve – offended them and they are quite mad at me, the liquor I usually bring won’t do no matter how high the quality is”
“If quality doesn’t matter to this person, then he knows nothing about wine” The man huffed and cross his arms as he leans back in the chair.
Tang Bo chuckled “No, he knows his stuff. I just spoiled him rotten by getting him high quality all the time. I’ve never asked for your name, did I?”
Wei ying whistle “My, mister must be of high family if he cans affords high quality wine every day. I’m Wei Wuxian. Would this good sir consider giving me a bottle or two in exchange for my services?” Wei wuxian winked at him before leaning in.
“I can spare you a bottle or two” Tang Bo leans a bit closer too, playing the other man games.
“Make it three and we have deal sir…?” Wei Wuxian trailed off.
“Tang Bo.”
“Amazing Tang Bo-ya, so what do you say?” Wei ying look at him with a devilish smile
Tang Bo merely smirks back, feeling like he was striking a deal with a gremlin “I say you’ve got yourself a deal”
“I knew you were reasonable man the moment I saw you” Wei ying giggle patting Tang Bo’s shoulder once more. “Now, tell me more about this gift for this friend of yours”
Tang Bo sigh as he is reminded of his problems “Ah well he has a sweet tooth. He’s a big fan of mooncakes, so don’t leave them out if you want the chance to eat one. He loves drinking, although I’m always the one providing the liquor. I would usually get the speciality of Sichuan, but he is quite mad this time. Haven’t seen him for a month” Tang Bo sigh saddens.
Wei Wuxian pats his shoulders with a sympathetic smile on his face “ah, I can only relate too much. Myself I can’t help but feel sad if I can’t see my husband for a week, I can’t imagine month; It must be torture”
Tang Bo perks up at that “Right! I’m sure he would forgive if I waited another month or two, but I don’t want to. I already miss him so much, who am i supposed to spare with? Who am I supposed to annoy? Or who can I go to bitch about my family huh?”
Wei Wuxian nob understandingly “Right, Right, I can barely handle not hugging my Lan Zhan for a day, I can’t think about a week, that’s just makes me sad to think about. Tell me more about this friend of yours I’m sure we’ll find the best gift for him. And you can help me look for something to give my husband”
And Tang Bo start ranting on and on about Chung Myung. And Wei Wuxian never hesitated to interrupt to add comment about Lan Zhan and how he misses his husband, or how his husband does or doesn’t do that.
“Are you sure, you’re both just friends” Wei Wuxian asks chuckling
“Well…” Tang Bo rubs his neck before sighing. “Saying I’m in love with doesn’t feel right. It’s – it’s different” Tang Bo struggles to explain, but Wei Wuxian just nobs
“I get it. It’s like love is too much yet not enough.”
Tang Bo nob excitedly “Yea! Being with him is just right, and I don’t think there’s a right word to describe it”
Wei Wuxian smile patting his shoulder “I get it. I definitely get it. You’ll find the right words at some point. Meanwhile I’ll help you find the best wine of the highest quality that your …. Friend or whatever, will never forgive the taste!”
As they continue speaking and complaining about missing their other half, Tang Bo misses the person sneaking around the corner, to engross in his conversation. Wei Ying didn’t. Chung Myung who was just passing by hide behind the nearest wall he can finds.
He didn’t plan on spying on his friend, he was just here for a commission his Sahyung had given him. But seeing Tang Bo talking so seriously, yet with a pose so relaxed with someone else, someone Chung Myung didn’t know, someone that wasn’t him? Well, it had piqued his curiosity. Only his curiosity of course.
Chung Myung tried hard to remember every conversation he had in the past, the numerous rambling Tang Bo had done, but no description he had made match the man that was at the table. He kept observing for a bit. He was simply worried of his friend, after all the man could be quite ignorant of how dangerous some people could be.
Not because he was dumb or naive, no, Tang Bo just…. Choose to ignore all signals saying that the person in front of him is probably very dangerous. Chung Myung would know, because that’s how him and the leech became friends. He conveniently ignored the part of his brain reminding him that Tang Bo also was a very dangerous person to be around verging on the line of downright crazy.
Well, in any case if Tang Bo didn’t mention this stranger to Chung Myung, then he probably isn’t important. Right? Even if he was Tang Bo’s friend, he couldn’t possibly know him more than Chung Myung knew Tang Bo.
Chung Myung starts leaving to finish his errands but couldn’t quite stop the through going through his heads. Surely Tang Bo wouldn’t have replaced him that easily, right? His leech cared, he cared a lot for Chung Myung, and it certainly wasn’t some goofy guy that was going to replace him.
Yea, he is pretty sure that, this man whoever he is, doesn’t even know Tang Bo that well, he probably doesn’t even know Tang Bo family’s well or their drama or their secret techniques like Chung Myung does.
He would even bet that the other doesn’t know Tang Bo is an omega. Ah! Take that stranger! Chung Myung smile pleased by the one side battle against a man that isn’t aware that he exists. He delivers the package like he was supposed to, almost mechanically, still deep in though.
Yea Tang Bo would never replace him, his leech cared too much. He went through too many hits on the head, to give up. He doesn’t realize they’re back to where Tang Bo and the stranger where sitting. And he saw the stranger lean against Tang Bo. Chung Myung waits for something to happen but… nothing does.
Tang Bo doesn’t push him away which what? Chung Myung waits a bit more as he looks at the lingering hand of the stranger on Tang Bo shoulder, rubbing Tang Bo’s back, and who the fuck does this fucker think he is to be touching his Bo-ya ?
What, did this guy though he would get free reign on his friend is that it? Does he think himself superior? Ah, he has another thing coming for him if he thinks that Chung Myung will let him. He was here first, so this guy can fuck off and find someone else.
Chung Myung has starts moving before he can think but he stops net. Tang Bo is laughing. Why is Tang Bo laughing at his guy? He is supposed to laugh with Chung Myung not him. Only Chung Myung can hear this beautiful sound, certainly not the stranger at the table.
Why is Tang Bo giving so much to someone he barely knows? Is – Is Tang Bo actually replacing him? No, no, that’s not possible. Chung Myung steps back because he wants to hear Tang Bo laugh a little more. Tang Bo can’t be replacing him; Tang Bo is his.
His and no one else.
Chung Myung will admit that he isn’t the best with feelings and words. He can be a bit brusque sometimes, and he screams a lot. But that’s how he shows his affection! Tang Bo knows this, his Bo-ya wouldn’t leave him, he knows Chung Myung cares –
Except Chung Myung hasn’t showed himself for a month. In his defence why would Tang Bo leave him like that? It’s -It’s not his fault, right? He isn’t the best but – Tang Bo wouldn’t just give up on him, his Bo-ya would never, ever do that.
Except that the more he watches the more his chest tighten. He feels his stomach plumet to the ground. No even lower than the ground. Tang Bo, he doesn’t laugh that much with him, does he? He doesn’t smile that much either huh? Chung Myung doesn’t what he is feeling, what it’s called but he knows one thing: he absolutely despite it.
Well if Tang Bo can’t appreciate him for who he is he doesn’t need him anyway. Yea, Tang Bo was just a leech, so he won’t miss the other company at all. Chung Myung never asked for it anyway. Yea, that’s right, Tang Bo was the one always sticking up and never leaving, even when Chung Myung asked him to. Even if he was screamed at or hit over the head. Even when Chung Myung was trying to get ride him, Tang Bo didn’t leave.
He didn’t need the peaceful night or whatever. He didn’t need a drinking buddy; he can do that by himself. Chung Myung can find cool place by himself, bought his own alcohol. He didn’t need Tang Bo. Not in the slightest. Yet imagining all those past nights without him thug at his heart, made it squeeze uncomfortably. It’s fine, this is fine.
So why does he feel this bad? Well. He realizes the answer is simple and that he doesn’t like the implication of it.
He realized he doesn’t want Tang Bo leaving him.
He got attached. Chung Myung got attached to Tang Bo, and right now someone is stealing him from him. He perks up when he sees the two men get up. And Tang Bo is paying. Tang Bo is paying someone else dinner, he is paying dinner to man that isn’t him, to another alpha. He follows them in the street, and he watch as they pinpoint to each other multiples ornaments.
Maybe Chung Myung’s already lost Tang Bo. Maybe Tang Bo has already move on and now he prefers this guy, who doesn’t scream at him, or keep him at arm’s length. That would explain why he left so suddenly last time. Did he left so he could meet this guy? No, he can’t give up yet. Maybe – Maybe if he changes Tang Bo will take him back? Yea, after all he hasn’t hit Tang Bo badly for a while now. Yea, he just – he just has to stop screaming and buy a gift to Tang Bo and then everything will go back to normal. Tang Bo will forgive him and then they will go back to star gazing, sparing and talking all day and night long. Tang Bo can’t leave him.
He can’t.
He can’t.
He can’t.
He can’t.
He can’t.
He can’t.
He can’t.
He can’t.
Why did he have to realize so late that he cared? He feels pretty stupid for someone who’s considered a genius.
As he hides behind a stall his eyes land on something. A pipe. Not necessarily expensive but the details are beautiful, craved into the wood, weaving around like branch. On each branch he can finds multiples flowers. Plum blossom. There’s gold adorning the tips of it. It’s sophisticate, discrete. It’s Tang Bo. Chung Myung doesn’t think twice about it and just buys it. So what if Tang Bo already has a perfectly functioning one? This one is way better. He feels a bit excited. Not only does he have a reason to see Tang Bo, and to interrupt the outing of these two, he can’t wait to see Tang Bo face when Chung Myung will give him something, of his own initiative for the first time.
As he thinks about it a though comes to mind
Ah. He is a bad friend. A very, very bad friend. Tang Bo always gives him things and yet Chung Myung has never done so. He watches his excitement having deflated, as Tang Bo still laugh with that stranger, and he bought him alcohol. It should be Chung Myung instead of that man. He walks, always a step behind as they chat animatedly. Chung Myung grip on the pipe tightens. No he can still fix this. He will, and then Tang Bo won’t ever see that man again. He watches them go back to the inns they were before hands.
He feels a bit selfish for wanting to interrupt them when obviously Tang Bo is having a great time. Then he watches the strange pass an arm around Tang Bo waist tugging him towards their body, and suddenly he doesn’t feel bad anymore. No remorse. Any and all rational thought are thrown out the window. Even the depressing thought from before disappeared when he sees it.
Who cares if the leech doesn’t want him anymore? He’ll just be a leech himself; it doesn’t matter as long as this fucker gets his hand off his omega. He is walking in rapid and big stride towards them putting his hand on Tang Bo’s back.
“Bo-ya! So it was you!” Chung Myung forced a smile on his face.
“Huh? Hyung-nim? I wasn’t expecting to see you” Tang Bo seems genuinely surprised. He really thought that Chung Myung was that mad at him. Seems like he was wrong, maybe he was being too clingy.
Wei Wuxian for his part, notice how forced Chung Myung smile is, and he can’t help himself but start a bit of mischief. And hey, maybe it’ll help both of those blind dumbass.
“Oh, so you’re the Hyung-nim Bo-ya mentioned!” Wei Wuxian makes sure to make a show of putting his arm around Tang Bo shoulders and thug him against his chest. He watches in satisfaction how for a second Chung Myung’s face crisp and show a hint of rage, his eyes twitching. Bo-ya? Did this guy just call Tang Bo by his nickname? Nickname that only Chung Myung should be allowed to use. “Pleasure to meet you! The name’s Wei Wuxian! Tang Bo and I just met, but I feel like we just click instantly, you know?” Wei Wuxian makes sur to make a show of the arms around Tang Bo’s shoulder
Tang Bo for his part is confused; why is Wei Wuxian suddenly acting this way? Chung Myung doesn’t wait for an invitation to sit down. In fact, he doesn’t even ask if he can join, he just takes a place. Right besides Tang Bo. He frowns. He can’t just do like this Wei Wuxian guy and pass his arms around Tang Bo, that would be way to strange for him. However….
“Yah, Bo-ya, your bun is messed. Turn around I’ll fix it!”
Tang Bo can’t even begin to understand what’s going on. He can see the not so friendly smile on Chung Myung face that is directed at Wei Wuxian. And he can see that Wei Wuxian is trying to taunt his friend in some way if his face is anything to go by.
But he is not about to decline a free service given by his Hyung, so he complies with the request and turns around. He is happy when he feels Chung Myung hands course through his hairs, gathering it in his hands before carefully pining them with the hairpin.
“Thanks, Hyung-nim, it looks great!”
“Of course it does, after all I’m the one who- “Chung Myung doesn’t get to finish that Wei Wuxian is already handling Tang Bo to turn the back of the man towards him.
“Whoa, it’s true! You’re really good at this Chung Myung-ah!”
That’s when Chung Myung notices. The bastard is letting out pheromones. He is putting pheromones on his Bo-ya and that – that just won’t do.
“I was just doing delivery guy for Sahyung but while passing by the stand I found this” He hands over the pipe to Tang Bo “I know you already have one, but I thought of you when I saw it. Use it or not, doesn’t matter to me” he says like a liar. Of course it matters, Tang Bo better use it.
Tang Bo mouth goes slack. Usually, Chung Myung makes gift because someone gave him something first. And right now, he is giving Tang Bo a thoughtful gift, just because it reminded of him. His hyung-nim was thinking of him even if Tang Bo wasn’t there with him. His hyung-nim cares. He wants to tease him so badly, but he’s scared that if he does that, then Chung Myung would never do it again. So instead, he takes the pipes, examines it and smiles.
“Thanks, Hyung-nim. I love it, it’s beautiful and the details are great. Amazing even.”
Chung Myung huffs “Of course it’s great I choose it”
Tang Bo chuckles “Ah yes of course. Do you want something to drink Hyung-nim? We ordered for ourselves, but maybe want something after playing errand boy?”
Chung Myung was about to refused when he sees the mooncake “Well, since you’re offering so nicely, maybe I’ll take something to eat. I travelled a lot so – “
“Mooncakes, right?” Tang Bo cuts him off as he gets up “I’ll go get it”
“You know me so well Bo-ya.”
He gives the other smile but the moment he is out of side he turns towards Wei Wuxian. A sinister smile flashes up on his face as he gets closer whispering in a low and menacing voice. “Listen here you fucker, I don’t know who you are, where you came from or what is it that you want, and I honestly couldn’t care less. However, you’re going to leave the fuck alone my Tang Bo or you and I are going have a problem, got it? He is mine, I was here first, so you. Back. Off.” Chung Myung makes sure to push his finger against the other chest as he punctuates his words making sure to get the message across.
“My, my, someone is jealous. Why should I back off just because you were first? Hm? You let him go, finders’ keeper you know?” Wei Wuxian eyes flash red for a few seconds, ready to take on a challenge.
“You bast- “Chung Myung notice Tang Bo coming back and go back to his seat like nothing happened.
“Well, there was only three left, so I hope it’s enough.” Tang Bo looked between the two of them “What happened?”
Wei Wuxian is quick to bat away Tang Bo worries “nothing, nothing at all. I was telling your Hyung-nim about how amazing my husband was.” He gives Chung Myung a shit eating grin “although he seems to disagree with me. It seems he prefers yappers to silent guy”
At those words Chung Myung stops mid bite and feels shame course his body. Husband? This guy, that he though was after Tang Bo since he saw them, had a husband? Did he – Did he just humiliate himself?
The mooncakes feels even more interesting. Why did Chung Myung immediately jump to the conclusion that this guy was after Tang Bo ? And why did see red just because of an arm around Tang Bo shoulders? Even if the guy was after Tang Bo’s heart, he shouldn’t have gotten this angry and worked up about it. He and Tang Bo are Friends? Just Friends.
Wei Wuxian looks up “Look, there he is! Hey Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!” he starts waving his head making sure he speaks loud enough for everyone to hear him. The guy ends up sitting in front of Chung Myung and besides Wei Wuxian.
“Lan Zhan that’s Tang Bo and Chung Myung! Look, Tang Bo offered me three bottles of Sichuan specialities in exchange of tour of the market!” The guy just nobs, but Chung Myung can see the dark look he throws at Tang Bo. What is this guy deals.
While the two new friends speaks, Chung Myung leans closer to the man in white before whispering “Small suggestion. You keep your husband away from Tang Bo and I keep Tang Bo away from your husband. Deal?” He throws a side look at Lan Zhan who nobs approvingly before shaking his head. At least one reasonable guy he can discuss with.
They both watch as Tang Bo and Wei Ying chat eagerly. Chung Myung realize he does know a lot about wine and he would have took part in the conversation if the guy wasn’t still pushing pheromones all over his omega, which is really starting piss him off. He take a piece of paper on which he writes down an address before sliding it to Lan Zhan.
“Good establishment” He whisper to the other man “Really good wine and lot of variety. You can loan a room for the nigh there”
Lan Zhan take the piece of paper, his face still blank but nob in acknowledgement and starts tugging at Wei Wuxian sleeves “Wei Ying”
“hm? Yes Lan Zhan?” The other looks at him quizzically
“Want to show Wei Ying somewhere” Wei Wuxian eyes light up in excitement, “Really? We should get going then!” he then looks at Tang Bo “You should come with us!”
But before Tang Bo can even answer Chung Myung interrupts “Ah but we should really get going. Tang Bo and I haven’t seen each other in a month or so. Another time yea?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer, already dragging Tang Bo with him.
It’s not like Tang Bo couldn’t escape his hold. No the later brain’s had short-circuited when Chung Myung had just basically admit what would equals to missing Tang Bo and wanting to spent time with him. After a good half hour of walking they reach their usual spots. Chung Myung abruptly stops before turning towards Tang Bo
“Ah, I’m sorry hyung-nim, I don’t have any alcohol on me”
‘it’s fine” Chung Myung answer simply
“I really don’t have any, I’ll go buy some-“Tang Bo stops himself when he finally register what Chung Myung just said. It’s fine. Tang Bo just admits not having any alcohol on him and Chung Myung just said it’s fine and he’s still here.
“Hyung-nim are you sick?” that almost get him a hit on the head before Chung Myung stops himself and redirect his hit on a small punch against Tang Bo shoulder’s.
“Stop spouting bullshit you leech. You’re not getting out of this for free”
Tang Bo sigh. Of course he can’t get away. He light ups remembering about the gift he got earlier “Ah wait I do have a bottle of alcohol!”
Chung Myung looks at him in surprised “You do?”
Tang Bo nobs vigorously. He rarely feels this pride of himself “Yes, but you need to savour it, it’s a special edition I got for you at the market.” He hands Chung Myung a bottle of wines “They said it’s supposed to be fruity and sweet. I bought it while touring with Wei Wuxian. Did you know that he is from-“
The moment Tang Bo mentioned the other man’s name Chung Myung moods fools again “Shut up. Don’t say his name”
Tang Bo stops a bit shocked. Chung Myung usually let him ramble to his heart content, why is he suddenly asking him to stop? Did he finally had enough of Tang Bo? Was he actually mad and just put on a face for – Yea no. Tang Bo shakes his head. If Chung Myung is mad, he’ll say it straight to your face he wouldn’t bother with appearance.
So, Tang Bo asks “What’s wrong with Wei- I mean with his name?”
Chung Myung crosses his arms on his chest “I don’t like him, so I don’t want to hear about him.”
“Huh?” Tang Bo is even more confused. Not liking someone has never stop Chung Myung from listening to him speaking about said person. Plus Wei Wuxian didn’t do anything to him “Wha - Hyung-nim I though you would get along with him? You both likes alcohol, beating up some ghost, you both – “
“I said stop speaking about him!” Chung Myung interrupts him again “don’t mention his name, what he likes, hates or what he does- in fact don’t mention him at all!”
Tang Bo looked at Chung Myung in disbelief. He really though the two of them would get along and yet Chung Myung seemed to hate him, for a reason that Tang Bo can’t seem to comprehend.
“Well in that case, let me give you a gift that I took when I firs tour around the shops alone.” Tang Bo gets out the sword tassel he bought earlier in the day “I know Hyung-nim isn’t one for frivolous thing but I though it would be nice to hang around your sword. It’s decorative, pretty and it won’t get in your way. You don’t have to accept it of course but consider it an apology gift for having to leave earlier and so fast last time.”
But Tang Bo barely finishes speaking that Chung Myung is giving him his swords “I like it. You tied it up” he pushes his sword more towards Tang Bo. The other tie it up without complain. He didn’t think the other would like it that much, but he is glad he made that choice.
“So do you mind telling me why I shouldn’t see Wei Wuxian anymore or – “
‘I just said to not speak his name. I don’t like him – which makes me think, give me your robe” Chung Myung interrupts again.
Tang Bo blinks a few times “What.”
“I said give me your robes, come on hurry up” Chung Myung extends his hand expectingly. Seeing Tang Bo not doing anything, Chung Myung just undress Tang Bo himself.
That makes Tang Bo react “Wait – Hyung-nim wait a second, what does that have to do with anything?”
Chung Myung finish taking Tang Bo robes off, and Tang Bo feels like if his mouth opens even more his jaw is going to fall off, because Chung Myung, just start rubbing his robes against his scent gland.
Chung Myung, the alpha that Tang Bo is more than in love – infuriated with? - No doesn’t feel right either, is just rubbing his scent all over his robes.
“Hyung-nim why are you-“
“The fucker put his scent all over your robes and now it stinks like him.” Chung Myung finish rubbing the robe before giving it back to Tang Bo “There. That’s better”
Tang Bo takes his robe and puts it on. He is immediately overwhelmed with Chung Myung plum blossom scent, and he immediately knows that he won’t go back to his sect tonight. No, tonight Tang Bo is going to his little hideout and sleep in his nest and makes sure that the place will overflow of Chung Myung’s scent.
Tang Bo smiles at Chung Myung “I appreciate that Hyung-nim, but I could have just wash it later”.
Chung Myung just grumble “Well it’s faster and easier that way.” He looks at Tang Bo and doesn’t miss the way the other put the robes to his nose when he thinks Chung Myung isn’t looking. That only makes Chung Myung more satisfied with himself. He still purses his nose when he smells the other alpha. “It still rinks of him”
Tang Bo just chuckles “It’s fine it’ll go away”. Although it’s more that he can’t bring himself to care with his newly acquire robe that smells of his Hyung.
Chung Myung doesn’t seem to share his though “No it’s not. It’s horrible. Actually, maybe you should burn the robe”
“Absolutely not!” Tang Bo strongly refused. There’s no way in hell he would ever, EVER burn his robe now that it smells like Chung Myung even if there’s tiny, small smell of another alpha.
“Ah? Why are you refusing it that badly?” Chung Myung eyes widen “Did you already get attached to him? Is that it?”
“Of course not! I can barely smell his scent! Yours is overpowering his, and by a lot” Tang Bo protest. “What’s your problem anyway- “He looks at Chung Myung face. He looks closely this time. “Holy crap.”
“What.” Chung Myung looks at him and answer with abit of aggressivity in his voice. “What is it with you?”
Tang Bo smiles widen “You’re jealous. Oh, oh ohoh” Tang Bo starts chuckling to himself like it’s Christmas and he just got the best present in the whole world
Chung Myung don’t find it funny and wipes around to face Tang Bo. His face is suddenly very close to Tang Bo’s face and the later stop laughing. Chung Myung claps his hands on both of Tang Bo’s shoulders, and he doesn’t scream doesn’t raise his voice “Tang Bo. You’ve been sticking up to me like leech. You’re my leech. So don’t go being a leech with someone else. Got it?”
Tang Bo meekly nobs, before smirking again “You’re so fucking jealous, even though he has a husband- OUCH!” Tang Bo rubs his head. It’s been a while since he received such a mean hit. But it was deserved if he was being honest with himself.
Chung Myung still isn’t looking at him. “Hey Tang Bo.”
“What is it?” he looks up a hand still on his head. He’ll be surprised if it doesn’t bruise.
“You won’t ever replace me, right? You would leave me?” Chung Myung ask and Tang Bo can hear the actual doubt in his voice. He doesn’t know why his Hyung is asking such a stupid question, but he sense the seriousness behind it.
“Hyung-nim I highly doubt I could find someone else like that” Tang Bo tries brushing it off
“Tang Bo.”
He jumps on Chung Myung’s back, hugging the other from behind. Seeing he isn’t getting hit on the head, his Hyung-nim must be fine with it.
“Even if there was someone else like you in this world, I would never leave you Hyung-nim! You said so yourself, I’m worse than a leech”
Chung Myung chuckles feeling the knot in his stomach undo “Of course you wouldn’t” he âts gently Tang Bo’s shoulder
“Come on, this bottle you bought is begging to be open. It’s been too long since we drank together”
“I heard it was one of the best merchants to bought it from” Tang Bo starts bragging about his gift as they sit down against a tree. Chung Myung actually savours the liquor as Tang Bo take out the pipe that he was gifted earlier and start rambling about everything and nothing.