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Airplane shooting towards the sky is a frigid person and died a frigid person.
Back then in his previous life when he was still the most beloved (more like the most hated) author out there on Zhongdian, he didn't date one single person and if he did have feelings, he didn't chase them. He didn't even date the ones that were totally in his league. He always had the same excuse that the relationship wasn't going to last so, like a dumb virgin and a shut in, he avoided people as much as he could.
Quite ironic for an author who writes porn for a living.
Even now as Shang Qinghua, he didn't make any close connections to other people. The only person that willingly (unwillingly) stays is his dear fan, "cucumber bro", Shen Qingqiu who would listen to his rants everyday. Well, not everyday, only when his terrifying son (darkened protagonist to a gay lap dog) isn't there to hover around his Shizun. Other than that, he can't think of anyone he can be close with. It made it even harder to form a connection with other people if he had a peak to run and a fuckton of advices for the Northern Desert.
There was one particular person though that kept bugging his mind. It was his lovely dream man, Mobei Jun, the king of the Northern Desert. Ever since he came back looking for him after he left from Mobei Jun's ascension, he couldn't help but think that maybe he was a little important for his king. It would be the cause of his death if he said this outloud so, he never did. He only kept fantasizing about those heavy blue eyes that drowned him everytime he would stare.
Today, he's at the Northern Fortress, tending to the stacks of paperwork that was left unattended when he was at An Ding peak. He planned to finish this up quickly so he could tend to his king but no one could've guessed that the stoic man himself would shadow teleport his way inside his room and loom behind his back. Feeling an unsettling (quite familiar) chill behind his back, he placed his brush down with a tap and turned his head back only to see that Mobei Jun was leaning in way too close for his own comfort.
He let out a yelp and jumped a little, making the stacks of paper jostle. He was startled to see that the man he was planning to tend to was already behind him, staring intently like a hawk would at his prey. Ah, My king, why did you think it was a good idea to hang around there without saying anything?! He thought to himself before awkwardly coughing and stared up at the man behind him. "My king, w-what are you doing here? This lowly one is almost finished with these paperwork so if my king could wait a little? Maybe um preferably outsidemyroomwhereIwon'tbeabletoseethatstupidlyhandsomeface–" he mumbled the last part lowly to himself.
Mobei Jun tilted his head, confused about whatever he just said so he waved him off and shook his head. "Please forget about it, it wasn't anything important," he told him and went back to the papers that desperately needs his attention. Mobei Jun, behaving like a big cat that needs attention, did not move from his spot and only stood still which was unnerving. It made Shang Qinghua more nervous than ever.
It was as if Mobei Jun sensed that the man in front of him was stiff because of him so he backed away and made his way to the peak lord's bed. He sat down on the edge making the bed shift lower and creak.
Okay, shit, what the fuck is he doing over there? On his bed nonetheless?
"Uh my King? Is there anything you need from this servant?" He asked while flipping the papers and picking up his brush again. "No," Mobei Jun said sternly, not bothering to explain himself further. "Ah, okay then. If my king doesn't mind the bed, then he can stay there longer," Shang Qinghua said before continuing his paperwork. He worked in a comfortable silence, with only the gentle swipes of his horse brush and crinkling papers filling in. It continued on like that with no other noise aside from the occasional shifts from his bed. It was almost as if Mobei Jun was waiting for him to finish, like a little kid waiting for their Mother to finish their work, eagerly wanting to spend time with them.
Comparing Mobei Jun to a child made him smile a little, it was a little accurate considering that he is kinda both his Father and Mother since he's the creator who made him. He should consider himself lucky that the system somehow brought justice to his creation, especially to his king. So maybe he did a good job of adding lengthy sentences of describing him whenever he appeared in a chapter because holy shit, the man himself is ethereal and horrifyingly handsome and pretty. Was it wrong to fall in love with his own creation? Maybe, maybe not.
After finishing the dreadingly long stacks of paperwork, he started organizing them accordingly. He then struck his arms out and began stretching while letting out a groan. He turned his head back only to see Mobei Jun sleeping peacefully on his bed, lashes fluttering, his hair sprawled wherever it reached and his left hand dangling on the edge of the bed. He didn't even notice when his king decided to make himself more comfortable on the bed so the scene before him made him gulp, a string of cuss words flashing through his mind while silently (gay) panicking.
Slowly, he got up from his chair and sauntered towards his bed. He wanted to get a closer a look of Mobei Jun's sleeping face, this is one of those rare times okay? He needs his daily dose of soft Mobei Jun. And so, he kneeled on the side of the bed and leaned in with his arms crossed on the edge and his head settled atop. It took a lot of self control to not reach out and tuck a stray hair behind his king's ear, that would've woken him up and he would've lost a finger. So he just stared, longingly while smiling softly.
He felt a warm feeling bubble up, making it's way to his chest. With metaphorical butterflies fluttering not only in his belly but in every inch of his body. But nonetheless, it was a nice feeling. It's been so long since he felt this kind of affection, it filled him up with a tinge of happiness. Though it hurts to know that his king would never return the feeling, it's still nice to be by his side. He did promise that, unwavering devotion for the Northern king. He sighed, feeling like a hopeless romantic.
Good job Airplane, falling in love again without even thinking about the consequences.