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↳ random muse starter for.. mengyao ! 

          the male gulped, he was nervous that they wouldn’t show up like they had planned to do so. trying to distract himself, tapping his nails against the table top, he was at least glad they decided to meet at a cafe, the music soothing his skyrocketing nerves. turning his phone on and going to check his text messages, maybe they were just running late and debated sending a text with “hey, are you still coming?” but deciding not to, feeling embarrassed for being so worried, he just kept repeating to himself that they always show up.

            TO SAY he rarely got drunk was a lie...mingjie was a bit of a reckless drunk, he never knew WHEN to stop and needed to be forcibly cut off. while it was torture for mingjie the next day, he provided ENTERTAINMENT for whoever he was with for he night. whenever mingie was drunk, he tended to get more talkative and more in touch of who he truly is than the facade he puts on for others to see.

             SQUINTING AS if he was trying to focus his eyes, there was one too many zachary’s in front of him. his drink was in front of zachary and out of the photographer’s reach, having been cut off for the night. a frown on his lips when he can’t seem to really focus properly, he moved a hand to rub at his eye, maybe there was something in his eye...nope, didn’t make it better. “ugh, whatever,” he grumbled, slumping in his seat as he eyed zachary.

            HE PROBABLY ruined it....why was he so fucking stupid ?? no wonder people always said to never start this sort of relationship with someone you’re already crushing on. he went and did the thing he was never supposed to do...utter those THREE WORDS in bed, he couldn’t even make an excuse as to why he said it. jingfu left looking utterly confused that night and zhangjing had no clue as to WHY until he really thought on it.

            “GOD, YOU idiot...” he berated himself as he suddenly thought of what he said in the middle of working. pressing his fist to his forehead as if he was trying to soothe his headache, his eyes darted to his cellphone...it’s been SILENT since that night, jingfu refusing to text him and zhangjing too TERRIFIED to say anything. it’s been a week or so now...he’s already lost count of time...zhangjing had been burying himself in work, lifelessly shifting through paper and digital files.

            HE NEEDED new makeup, new clothes...he had to keep up with current trends after all !! be it his female persona or male...he rather enjoyed being fashionable. being able to dress up, look good and feel good about himself was what he lived for ( even if he seems to resent it from time to time ).

            DRAGGING HIS poor roommate out with him, he needed someone to distract the nosy salespeople from him while he tried to figure out what he wanted...but seeing as this particular shopping spree was meant for TINGTING, it only was right for yunting to doll himself up as TINGTING and make xiaocheng his personal baggage holder ( which sounded mean but no worries, yunting was going to treat the other to a meal after wards...maybe even buy a few things for xiaocheng ).

            HEELS CLICKING against the pavement, boosting his short height by just a bit, he walked alongside his shopping companion but his head focused on the small phone screen as he tried to figure out if there were any sales happening. to any onlookers, they seem like any other COUPLE...with the slight difference being that the girlfriend was actually a boy crossdressing.

            ALL HE felt was pain...he became the punching bag for his gang after something went wrong. he was sure he had a few broken ribs, internal bleeding even...but all he was thinking was he couldn’t go home so there was only one other person he could go to. even if was such a STRUGGLE to move and pick himself off the ground after the gang left, he dragged his battered body down the street, using the walls as a crutch.

            IT TOOK way to long for him to get there but when he did, he was just propped up against the door frame...if the security guard wasn’t so FAMILIAR with his face, yuming was sure he’d be stop at the lobby. clutching his side to cradle his ribs, he really should have just gone to the hospital but he couldn’t risk worrying his mother over this...and the police would be involved, knowing his mother.

            HE HAD been pestering the elder for the past while now...poking at a sleeping bear was a bad idea but yuming was the EPITOME of bad ideas. how the younger got himself invited into muai’s personal space, no one had an idea ( yuming was PRETTY sure muai hated his guts, but here he was, standing in the middle of the room, marveling at the expensive decor ). he knew muai was BUSY but that made irritating the elder even more fun.

            EVERY TIME he finds something new or odd or even just something small, he’d point at it and ask what is it or how much does it cost only to see the exasperated look on the other’s face before moving on, holding back a grin. he could feel the other get increasingly annoyed and that brought him GLEE ( but little did he know that he was digging his own grave ).

            HE FELT tired but then again, when did he not ?? max often felt like an elderly man ( never refuting the nickname old man when seven or caspian calls him that ) and true to the nature of an elderly senior, he’s almost always dozing off or sleeping...but in reality, his body was trying to rapidly catch up on lost sleep and repairing itself after being TESTED on so much with little time for recovery.

            HE HAD been reading, finding peace in the silence when seven and caspian were away somewhere. back against the wall, book in hand and a cup of tea on the table next to the window seat. the words had been slowly blurring together and max’s mind started to wander, the sunlight against his skin made him feel warm and relaxed -- enough to make the male start dozing off...