If you are still taking requests, can you continue your monkie kid au where red son stole mkâs pelt?
Qi Xiaotian was terrified.
His pelt was lost, the single thing he had been instructed from birth not to do. Had he misplaced it? Did someone steal it? His mentor, the one who found him as a baby and raised him, had many enemies. He shouldâve waited until he was back in the safety of the waterfall to bathe.
But at least he was somewhere safe. He hoped.
The man who had found him had introduced himself as Prince Red and his home, which thankfully wasnât too far from his bathing site, certainly seemed like a palace. If he wasnât so worried about figuring out how to find his pelt and return home, he wouldâve been all over the place. Right now he was curled up in front of a fire, having been given a fine hanfu to wear, and staring into the tea he had been given by a servant.
The door opened, revealing Red, back from his business. âEvening,â he greeted, moving to sit down across from him. âAre you hungry?â
âI might be later,â Xiaotian said. He was too anxious to really consider eating. Red nodded, looking away to consider the flames. He took a sip of tea, trying to figure out how to break the silence. âThank you again for saving me.â
âWell, it was either that or leaving you to what else.â
Xiaotian snorted at the huffy tone. âYou really are a hero,â he teased, watching as those cheeks darkened. âRescuing an innocent lad from the dangers of the road!â His anxiety faded as Red started sputtering, encouraged by his teasing grin.
âYou can go right back to the road if you want?!â the prince finally blustered out before a warmer silence overcame them. It was barely a heartbeat later before he spoke. âDo you have somewhere you can go, though?â
Qi Xiaotian had no idea how to return to Flower Fruit Mountain.
Should he even return? It had been an ordeal to get away from Macaque in the first place. He didnât need his wrath coming down on Red, whose only sin was helping a man in need. âUh, not as far as I know,â he lied. Not until he could find his pelt. âMy fatherâs home was attacked by bandits. I was lucky to escape them.â
Red stared down at his tea. âWell, youâre welcome here,â The words were gentle despite the roughness of before. âJust until you can get back onto your feet, I suppose.â The words were genuine even as he rolled his eyes at having to open his home to a stranger.
âYou truly are a hero, my prince.â Xiaotian couldn't help but grasp Red's hand.
There was a gentle squeeze. â...believe me, Iâm not.â