of his parents in his hometown. He knows Mu Qing would kill him if he dares to step into an airplane again. Of course Feng Xin listens to his Guardian Angel.

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You saved me, Mu Qing, okay? I will stay with you, if you want me to."
"Idiot! Don’t you dare leave ever again!" He grabs Feng Xin by the collar to pull him into a desparate kiss.
Feng Xin keeps his word. He stays. He quickly finds a new job and manages the rest with the help

talk without crying again. The reporter still shows videos and updates about the crash. Feng Xin understands, his eyes wide with shock. "You say that was my- oh fucking hells. No wonder you thought…Mu Qing? I’m here. I’m here because of you, because I wanted to stay with you.

"Hey- what-"
"You! Why are you- how are you- Feng Xin, you stupid- I thought you’re dead!"
Feng Xin’s face falls. He grabs Mu Qing by the shoulders and leads him into the living room.
"Okay, slow- why would I be dead? What the fuck?"
Mu Qing only nods to the TV, not able to

a message. Then again, knocking.
Finally, Mu Qing opens the door and- stares in disbelief.
Feng Xin grins widely, nervously scratching his neck. "Uh, I hope you don’t mind, I wanted to spend more time- wait, are you crying?! Mu Qing?!"
Mu Qing aims a blow at Feng Xin’s chest.

between his hands.
He sits only for a moment when there is suddenly a knock.
Huh? No one visits him ever. He ignores it. But there is another knock.
He looks like shit, his eyes red and face wet, but he forces himself slowly to the door. His phone makes a sound, someone sent

for one. damn. week. And now? Everything taken away again, Feng Xin’s smile, his loud laugh and stupid frown, gone forever, just like that… Fuck. Mu Qing cries out, screams, and digs his nails deep into his skin. Why why why…
He breaks down on the floor and buries his face

and shared their first kiss as dessert. Feng Xin canceled his reservation at a nearby hotel and stayed with him, only cuddling in the first night, but in the second, Feng Xin showed Mu Qing why a mirror in the bedroom is a great idea…Mu Qing had everything he ever wanted

his eyes are glued on the TV. Shortly after takeoff, something went terribly wrong and… no survivors.
Mu Qing sees the week with Feng Xin pass before his eyes. How they cooked together on the first evening, arguing about the best way to chop vegetables,

"Don’t make me wait again."
Feng Xin smiles and gives him one last peck.
Mu Qing drives home. He makes food. He turns on the TV to watch the news.
When he hears about the plane crash, his plate slips from his hand and shatters.
This… it can’t be.
His hands shake violently as

after hearing his name like that.
Together, they leave the airport and one week later they come back, their hands still one.
Before Feng Xin boards, Mu Qing smashes their lips together in a kiss even more passionate than the ones they shared the past days and whispers to him:

Feng Xin grins and lets go of Mu Qing, his hand sliding down Mu Qing‘s arm to intertwine it with his. It feels so natural.
Mu Qing shoves the coffee into Feng Xin's other hand without a comment.
"You remembered- thank you, Mu Qing." Feng Xin enjoys the blush on Mu Qing’s cheek

Mu Qing thinks for a moment and he must say, Feng Xin’s clothes being lost is not that much of a problem, to him at least.
"I don’t need gifts", is the answer he gives with an eyeroll.
"Too bad, because I love giving gifts to the people I care about. Deal with it."

Unbelievable.
"Oh, finally I can hear those sweet words in your voice. I've wished so long for this- Ah, oh fuck, I didn’t want to keep you waiting, but these fucking dumbasses lost my suitcase with my gift for you and all my clothes inside… Fucking shit."

realize who called him, he already finds himself pressed against a sturdy chest. "You’re really here!"
"W-what?! Of course I am, you idiot! What took you so long?!"
Mu Qing’s heart beats like a war drum. Feng Xin is here. And the first thing he does is giving him a hug.

more people pass him and no one comes out of the doors anymore, Mu Qing accepts it as fact. Feng Xin did not come. All his life he always gets disappointed. It won’t ever change. He turns around and leaves…
"Mu Qing! WAIT!"
Mu Qing turns back in an instant, and before he could

Feng Xin yet. What if he didn‘t board the flight? If he changed his mind? Or maybe he played with him since the beginning, never liked him in the first place?
Mu Qing sighs.
He should have known. No one would truly enjoy constant banter and insults, not with him. When more and

Mu Qing nearly dropped his phone and was very close to saying No out of fear, but…he said Yes and now waits at the airport for Feng Xin to arrive, a still warm coffee in his hand. His gaze flies to the clock every few seconds. The first people already passed him, but no sight of

him, he is someone Mu Qing only knows from texting. He can’t catch feelings for him, but…shit, he already did.

And this is how it happened. The next morning, Feng Xin sent him a text saying: "I want to meet you. I will book a flight if you are fine with me coming."

comes out of your mouth is filth?"
"Oh, my dreams will be really bad. But not in the way you think."
Mu Qing realized the hotness rushing through his body. These kind of messages…were dangerous. They made him wish for things he will not have. Feng Xin lives hours away from

my brain needs rest from dealing with you. Wish you bad dreams."
After that, he sent the picture.
It was immediately marked as seen.
It took a moment until the messages came in.
"Fuck, you have a mirror in front of your bed?"
"Why do you look so divine when everything that

his long silky hair. He took the picture, his face half hidden behind his phone. He stared at it. What might Feng Xin think receiving something like that?
Only one way to find out. Worst case he has to block him and go into hiding forever.
Mu Qing typed… "Going to sleep now,

lips and contemplated. Could he try something riskier aswell? He looked in the mirror opposite to his bed, next to his wardrobe. He could take a mirror selfie like this.
He leaned his upper back against the wall, his blanket covering him to his waist, his chest bare, framed by

including their numbers.
"Just woke up, still fucking tired. Gonna get coffee. You know, I love coffee. Have work at the Gym later, will send you a pic then."
When the pic came, Mu Qing stared at Feng Xin’s topless chest, and nearly came himself.
Later this evening he bit his

Finally- a message.
A single word.
"Fuck."
Mu Qing exhaled.

Ever since that day, their messages became a bit…different. They still argued about almost everything, deliberately finding more and more topics, but on top of that, they also exchanged more personal messages now

arguing with him now? With bated breath he stared at the screen. He realized he didn’t want him to stop, even though every sane person would have just blocked him ages ago. But to Mu Qing it became a significant part of his days, something exciting, something he enjoyed.

note: "Not only do you type like an idiot, you also look like one."
Sent.
Immediately, he saw Feng Xin typing. Pausing. Typing again.
Shit, he shouldn’t have sent it. Mu Qing knows he doesn’t look bad, obviously, but what if Feng Xin expected something else? What if he stopped

in this damn photo.
One hour and 500 pictures from every angle later, he finally decided on one to send. So, with shaky fingers, he sent a selfie of himself – perfect hair, cold eyes underlined with red, a tight black shirt complimenting his slim build. In his hand a handwritten

his lips parted, cheeks flushed. Only when Feng Xin typed "No comeback, really?" did he wake up from his stupor.
Shit, Mu Qing thought, now he had to send a picture back or else he’d be a coward.
He ran into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. He had to look good

He should have sent an insult and go about his day. But…fuck, the guy was so hot. His hair was pulled up in a messy bun, the sleeves of his brown hoodie rolled up, showing the muscles on his arms and teasing what else might be hidden underneath.
Mu Qing stared at it for minutes,