Chapter 25: Chapter 25

The park was calm this early in the morning. Most of the people here right now were dog walkers or early joggers; Sun Fang, on the other hand, was simply waiting for his date to show up. Because of a couple of events taking place at his café, Mo Cheng wouldn't have time to go on a date in the evenings for a while so they'd arranged to meet up before the man began working in the morning.

It meant that it was obscenely early right now and Sun Fang was yawning into his coffee, staring blearily at the morning people (how?) who somehow seemed to be awake at this ungodly hour. His eyelids constantly threatened to fall shut and he was sitting sideways with his legs up on the bench and his back to the armrest as he told himself to just be patient. Mo Cheng would get here eventually; Sun Fang was the idiot who had suggested meeting at this time.

Sun Fang was sitting on a bench facing a fountain. He'd taken a couple of pictures and sent them to Mianmian already, and was now simply admiring the view while trying not to fall asleep. He had to occasionally blink very rapidly to combat the exhaustion clinging to his eyes.

It was quiet. Sun Fang was wearing a dress again, a loose flow-y thing that widened at his feet and blew up around him when he spun around. He delighted in the way it made him feel pretty, the simple joy of something so easy and frivolous. 

His father would call it useless. His brother would call it vain.

Sun Fang called it joy.

He fed a couple of the birds while he waited, taking seeds out of a little bag and dropping them on the ground. The birds were large, sparkling white things and they gobbled down everything ha gave them as if they’d been starving. Blatantly not true; Sun Fang knew for a fact that there were people employed here specifically to feed the birds. 

His head tilted a little to the side as he slid down further on the bench and he yawned again; seeds dropping from his grip as he rose a hand to cover his mouth out of habit. Footsteps approached and a familiar scent reached him—Sun Fang leaned his head back and saw the upside down picture of Mo Cheng quickly walking toward him.

”Hello to you,” Sun Fang said as he straightened up and winced at the resulting cracking noise that came from his neck.

Mo Cheng smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. ”Hi to you as well,” he said and sat down on the bench next to him, Sun Fang moving his legs off it to make room. He handed the bag of seeds to the to the other man and continued to sip on his coffee while he waited for it to take the desired affect.

He took the opportunity to study Mo Cheng; the man had dyed his hair again. It was a dark blue color right now, the soft strands just begging for him to touch them. He wondered how they’d feel against his skin, why Mo Cheng had decided to change colors. He eyed his own hair in the long braid that fell down over his chest, the pale white strands ruffled from sleeping with the plaid. 

It was too early for him to think about fixing his hair. The braid would just have to do. Besides, he kind of liked the way it looked after he’d slept with it.

Slowly, the exhaustion started slipping from his body and he sat up straighter. When the coffee was entirely gone, he shifted so that he was sitting with his body against Mo Cheng’s, leaning his head on the beta’s shoulder. He yawned, grumbling something unintelligible under his breath. 

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Mo Cheng ceased feeding the birds and the spoiled things immediately started to wander off. 

Sun Fang let himself sag agains the other man, wondering how he would react. His eyelashes fluttered, his breath steady as his fingers tingled. He wanted to touch Mo Cheng, wanted to press close to the steady presence beside him. Wanted to feel those hands touch him.

Mo Cheng curled around him, an arm over his shoulders, and pressed close to him. ”Alright?” he asked, a soft note to his voice.

”Mnm,” Sun Fang agreed. He breathed in the scent that was all around him, felt his heart do something funny in his chest, and let his eyes close. 

Even with sunglasses on and his eyes closed, it still wasn’t dark; the sunlight much too powerful. His breathing slowed as his mind relaxed, his body sinking further and further against Mo Cheng. He felt the scorching heat of the other man, the arm over his shoulders and the head resting against his own. It was a nice feeling.

”When I come back, want to binge-watch the entire The Thousand Blooms of Illirya show with me?” Sun Fang asked, his voice soft in the morning silence. 

”Of course,” Mo Cheng said. ”We can make a sleepover of it.”

”Haaah, a sleepover, huh,” Sun Fang drawled, a smirk growing on his face. ”Sure, that’d be nice.”

Mo Cheng cleared his throat, and Sun Fang let out a bark of laughter, stifling it with his hand. He glanced up at Mo Cheng, the other man determinedly staring at the fountain in front of them, a faint blush creeping high up onto his cheeks. Sun Fang coughed to make the laughter go away, amusement still curling pleasantly in his belly.

He was feeling more awake now. Awake enough to fully appreciate the morning sunlight, the sweltering heat already bearing down on him, the sight of Mo Cheng backlit by the sun. It made his edges hazy and indistinct; almost like he was a dream.

Sun Fang stretched, letting his hand rest on Mo Cheng’s shoulder for support (and linger unnecessarily long) as he stood up. He smiled softly at Mo Cheng, ”Shall we?”

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