I was just reading @midotakaismâ âs little scenarios on He Tian & Mo Guan Shan and thought Iâd add my little fantasy thoughts on it since Iâve been dreaming of that shit to happen fo dayz.
Anyways, they are more like drabbles than explaining, so brace yourselves.
He Tianâs bored and decides to call Momo over, and Moâs like fuck no, and He Tianâs like Iâll give you something special. So he reluctantly goes over because curiosity got to the best of him, and finds He Tian on the bed all smugân shit. Momo rolls his eyes and crosses his arms expectantly. He Tian gets up and stretches but sits back down, which makes Momo annoyed. He Tian pats the area next to him and grins. Moâs glare intensifies, but he sets his stuff down and goes to sit on the bed. He Tian tilts his head a bit, noting the the far distance between the two. He smirks. Momo frowns at him for a moment but watches as He Tian slouches and rests his head on his palm, elbow sticking out. Momo can tell heâs planning something.
âYou should smile more.â says He Tian. Momoâs glares harder and frowns again. âNo thanks.â
He Tianâs smile disappears for a moment, but itâs back up within the second. âWhy not?â
Momo clenches his jaw, but loosens it. âI donât have a reason to.â
He Tianâs eyebrows raise slightly, but his face relaxes. âHow about..â He Tian scoots closer to Guan Shan, ââŚlaughing?â
Mo rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. âIf I wanted to laugh,â Momo glares, âitâd be at you for sure.â He unfolds his arms and outstretches them on the bed, his back hunched, face close to He Tian. He stuck out his tongue.
He Tian letâs out a chuckle, and moves in the same position as Mo. Their faces are a finger length apart, which makes Guan Shan push back. He Tian smiles, and brings his hand to his own chin. He rubs his incoming prickly beard, and this time he smiles big. âI havenât shaved in a while..â
Momo becomes extremely cautious, aware that He Tian is getting closer.  âAnd if you wanna be childish,â he bushes his hand over his chin again, âthen you wouldnât mind being tickled.â
Momoâs eyes grow wide, as he gets tackled. âHE TIAN- NO. PLEââ heâs interrupted by He Tianâs beard being swooshed around in his neck. âS-stop!â He clenches his mouth shut, âaGH!â Momo tries to push him off, but He Tian grabs his hands and pins them down, digging his chin into Moâs neck more. âmmMffFF!â Momo is successfully pushed down onto the bed, which gives He Tian more areas to invade. By now, Momoâs more red than his hair, which makes He Tian burst into a laugh. He grins, and tickles him just in the right spot, where Momo cant help but utter out a laugh. He Tian pauses, watching as Momo goes ballistic, his laughs turned to playful tears. The black-haired boy sits atop Mo Guan Shan shocked, observing Moâs cheerful smiles. Eventually, Momo draws a breath, and looks to He Tian almost curiously.
ââŚWhat?â
He Tian covers his mouth, and averts Moâs gaze. He smiles harshly to himself, a small blush apparent. He turns back to Shan, and stares at him longingly.
Momoâs smile falters as He Tian brings his thumb to wipe the tear from his cheek.
Everyday itâs the same shit. Same boring classes, same boring people, same boring reactions. He did like attention, but somehow there was a part of him that believed it was fake. He had looks, but that didnât justify whether a person was attracted to his personality. He sighed. There was one person who didnât stick around for his looks, but was hesitant enough to understand him. He Tian liked that. He liked that missing factor that always classified him as popular. Looks were nothing compared to whatâs inside, as cheesy as it sounds. He Tian has also found himself trying to understand that person as well. He tried to get every reaction out of Mo Guan Shan, before trying anything oh-so daring. He wanted to be a master at predicting what would happen next, whether heâd get punches to pinches. Certainly, today he wanted it to be considered âthe same shitâ, but he didnât predict Mo Guan Shan to cry.
Once again heâs hurt. Momo mutters to himself, and bashes He Tian for being reckless. Why the hell does he have to care for the guy!? Just a few days ago He Tian was demanding him to go to the store and get band-aids. And for what?! A baby scratch? What the fuck. Sure, he was bleeding all over the floor, but at least it wasnât as bad as to what heâs gotten. Yeah, yeah, this time a broken arm calls for actual assistance, but why canât he call for one of his crazy fan-girls to take care of him? Why does it have to be him? Guan Shan glared at the text.
[Make me soup~ i want you to feed me ;) ]
What the hell does soup have to do with healing anything!?! And feed you? Fuck that. Iâll feed you, but I wont be the bitch whoâs putting soup in your mouth.Â
Suddenly the saliva in his mouth became evident. Momo smirked. Maybe Iâll add an secret ingredientâŚ
Momo banged on the door with his leg, but He Tian yelled to open it. He scowled, and used his foot instead of his grocery filled hands; The door pushed open, and He Tian stood mockingly.Â
âNice to see you still defective.â Mo snarled, dropping the groceries.
âGood to see you, hot-headed, as ever.â He Tian remarked.
âShut up.â
Momo picked up the ingredients he needed, and sidled off into the kitchen. He Tian came close, but kept his distance. His arm dangled idly in the sling, and Momo couldnât help but laugh under his breath. He Tian caught his shoulders moving, so he stepped closer. Momo became tense, but tried to focus on cutting zucchini.
âI see your shoulders bouncing.â
Momo went stiff, but turned his head to the side and glared. âNot my fault your stupid ass decided it was a good idea to jump down the staircase and land on your arm to break your fall. Not to mention it broke your arm instead.â Momo scoffed and shook his head, âAll for your fans.â
âGotta impress the ladies.â
âI canât believe you played it off like nothing fucking broke after getting up.â
âA manâs gotta keep tight and be all right, and when its night, he can scream with all his might.â
âThat sounded really wrong.â
He Tian grinned.
Later, the soup finished, and Guan Shan didnât get to add his personal touch to He Tianâs bowl of soup. He Tian had been watching him the entire time he had been cooking. Moâs glare turned into more of a tired-laze-eyed expression, so he served himself a bowl as well. The bed was the only literal place to sit, so Momo sat on one side, and He Tian laid on the other.
He Tian stared to the bowl and at Momo expectantly, but Momo was too invested in scarfing down his own bowl of soup. So, He Tian kicked Momoâs bowl out of his hands, sending the soup flying. It clanked against the floor, leaving Momo dumbfounded. He turned to He Tian.
âOops.â
âWhat the actual fuck.â
âYouâre here to feed me.â
âItâs not like you have another capable fucking arm.â
âMy wrist is sprain.â
âYou sit on a thrown of lies.â
âTrue and true.â
âFuck off.â Mo got up.
He Tian grabbed Momoâs wrist, and pulled him back.
âWant to know what a sprained wrist feels like?â
Momo quickly sat back down and flicked He Tian off. âYouâre a twat. I really hate you right now.â
He Tian smirked, âNah, you love me.â
Mo ruffled his own hair and looked down. âI swear, Iâm gonna kill you for saying that.â He covered his face with his shirt, but pulled it down shortly after.
âDid you just blush?â
âSHUT UP AND EAT YOUR SOUP.â Momo shoved the spoon in He Tianâs mouth.
He Tian somewhat gagged, and grabbed Guan Shanâs wrist before he could shove another spoons-full. âPlease be gentle.â His grip tightened around Momoâs wrist.
This bastard..
He Tian grinned and opened his mouth happily as Momoâs defeated self spoon fed He Tian.
Momo moved in front of He Tian, and crossed his legs. This position was easier, despite the closeness. Momo had to lean forward each time to feed He Tian, because apparently his back was dysfunctional as well.
âYou could at least attempt to be helpful.â Momo frowned, leaning in again to feed He Tian. âMy back hurts.â
âI thought I was the injured one here.â
ââCourse you did.â Momo unconsciously forced the spoon in.
âHey..â He Tian said warningly.
âOops.â Momo replied mockingly.
He Tian thwacked Momoâs forehead with his uninjured hand.
âOw..â He rubbed his head, and sighed. Momo gave his final lean in, and this time He Tian leaned forward not to eat the soup, but to kiss Momoâs forehead.
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