Thread by @aksnevv

#moshang

“i’ll make you fall in love with me in 30 days, just you wait!” sqh yells at mbj, determination lacing his voice.

mbj smirks.

“i’d like to see qinghua try.”

[in which an oblivious sqh tries to make a man that is already in love with him, fall in love with him]

mbj is the campus darling, with dashing looks and a mysterious background. he’s stoic and cold and handles every person at a respectable distance.

sqh hates him. [no he doesn’t]

“what?” sqh stutters out.

“i said, i’d like to see you try.”

there’s a strange glint in mbj’s light eyes, and it channels a fire within sqh.

fast forward two days later, sqh doesn’t know why he thought he could do this.

“i’m busy this day, this day, this weekend, a deadline— how will i make him fall in love with me if i have no time!”

sqh stresses, throwing his hand in his hair. then, his phone buzzes.

[mobei jun]: it’s been two days qinghua.

[mobei jun]: i thought you’d be trying harder to make me fall for you.

[mobei jun]: am i worth so little?

sqh curses and wails into his bed. “why did i do this?”

sqh scrambles for his phone.

[shang qinghua]: i was avoiding you on purpose hahaha

no he wasn’t.

sqh looks out the window.

[shang qinghua]: meet me at the noodle restaurant across the bookstore.

but as he makes his trek over to the noodle shop, sqh comes to the conclusion that perhaps the universe hates him.

the heavy patter of rain pours all around him and the soaked sqh doesn’t have a jacket or umbrella.

but he persists. “he’ll make fun of me if i don’t go.”

sqh feels the breeze crawl into his spine, his clothes cold with rainwater and sticking to his skin.

he’s 20 minutes late by the time he arrives at the noodle shop.

sqh can’t even take a break before he hears:

“this is an odd way of trying to seduce me, i must admit.”

sqh sputters. “y-you!”

he looks down and sees his graphic t-shirt almost translucent with water, clearly outlining his nipples.

and he’d be stupid not to understand how his gym shorts are digging into his asscheeks.

“me? look at you.”

mbj is stupidly handsome & stupidly dry.

sqh’s bottom lip quivers as he looks at the bane of his existence.

leaning on the entrance of the door, mbj lounges with an irrefutable confidence, as if he owned the place.

his arms are crossed, biceps bulging.

in comparison, sqh looks like a shivering, wet rat.

sqh shakes in the cold weather and mbj’s eyes narrow at that.

“c’mon let’s get you inside. i won’t fall for you if you’re sick.”

“alright, up you go.” mbj hauls sqh by the arms, picking him up so sqh’s leg’s have to wrap around him. his arms latch around his neck.

“you’re gonna get wet!”

sqh squeaks but he buries his face into mbj’s neck. mbj just picked him up like he was a feather!

as he’s being carried into the restaurant, the uncomfortable material of his wet shirt bothers him, so he shifts. and shifts.

using hips to maneuver himself to find the most comfortable position, sqh lets out small pants as he tries to find the best position.

the arms around his body tighten, digging into his skin. sqh yelps.

“keep moving like that and your clothes won’t be the only thing that’s wet.”

sqh freezes. “roger that.”

he stays still until they get to their seat, sqh hyper aware of the stares on his back and the body touching his.

sqh is weak.

he’s placed down and mbj sits across him, arms crossed.

“s-so order something,” sqh says, pushing the menu towards mbj. “i’ll pay for it.”

mbj raises an eyebrow. “with what money?”

sqh’s face goes red. he has money! he has some money! he has…enough money for two bowls if he doesn’t get a drink…

“just trust me i—” sqh starts but his eyes widen when mbj leans forward until their faces are only a few inches apart.

“i said this once and i’ll say it again, but i don’t think you’re trying very hard qinghua.”

“hey—!”

mbj counts off on his fingers.

“first you don’t contact me for two days, then you take me to a restaurant you can’t afford,” mbj gives sqh a knowing look, “i’m starting to think you don’t really want me to like you.

sqh’s body tenses up.

no, mbj has to fall in love with him!

a waiter comes by with a tray,“alright, here is some tea to star—”

sqh grabs the waiter’s arm and very loudly he says, “SIR CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I AM FLIRTING WITH THIS MAN BECAUSE I WANT HIM TO FALL IN LOVE WITH ME?”

the chatter in the restaurant dies as everyone turns to them.

sqh freezes in horror, letting go of the waiter’s arm, who is staring in shock.

“uh, good job? and good luck?” he says, before scurrying off.

sqh buries face in his hands, but when he peeks through his fingers, he sees mbj’s face twisted with amusement, a smile on his lips.

sqh thinks that maybe he’ll put himself in more situations like this, if he can see mbj smile like that again.

“so this is qinghua flirting with me, huh?”

“shut up.”

“kind of abstract, don’t you think?”

“just drink your water.”

“…”

“i can’t afford anything else.”

“…”

when it comes time to order food, this time there’s a new waiter.

“what can i get you guys?”

sqh looks at the menu and opens his mouth to say it, but mbj snatches the menu from him.

“he’ll have the tonkatsu ramen, two eggs, extra chashu and leave the corn.”

“is that all?”

mbj gives a polite nod. “that’s it.”

sqh’s mouth gapes open. “how did you know my exact order? and why didn’t you order anything?”

mbj’s reaches and plays with a strand of sqh’s hair.

“you texted it to me once, didn’t you? also i’m not hungry.”

sqh’s brows furrow. “how did you remember— anyway, why did you come if you’re not hungry?”

mbj looks out the window and then back to sqh. “because qinghua asked me to, of course.”

sqh doesn’t know what to say.

who is being wooed here? sqh or mbj!

the food comes a few minutes later, and sqh is still recovering from his KO.

he picks up his chopsticks and has a slurp of his noodles. he moans out loud, it’s so good.

he hears a thud and looks up to see mbj with his jaw clench.

“mobei—?”

“keep eating.”

sqh shrugs his shoulders and continues to eat, but it isn’t long before another pair of chopsticks comes up to his mouth, with some edamame on it.

“c’mon, you need your veggies if you wanna grow, qinghua.”

sqh has no option but to open his mouth at the probing chopsticks.

mbj is feeding him.

…

mbj is feeding him⁉️

mbj’s assault of edamame and pork is punishing, it doesn’t stop and sqh doesn’t push him away.

then, mbj stops and looks at sqh expectantly.

“what?” sqh asks, eyes wide.

mbj taps his mouth. “i fed you, now it’s time for you to feed me now.”

sqh gapes. “but— but i didn’t ask you to— what happened to not being hungry?”

“i lied.”

sqh puffs his cheeks. “fine.”

sqh grabs a piece of pork from the broth and brings it to mbj’s mouth.

his hands shake and by the time it reaches mbj’s mouth, it’s dribbling down his chin.

all the while, mbj is staring at him with those damn eyes.

“oops,” sqh murmurs, and uses his thumb to wipe the broth.

it’s intimate. sqh’s thumb wiping the excess drip, and he can’t look away from the handsome man.

he accidentally brushes mbj’s bottom lip and it sends sparks through him.

“mmm,” mbj sounds. “very tasty.”

but what is making sqh think that he’s not talking about the pork!

sqh drops the chopsticks.

and mbj chuckles. he reaches out a hand and ruffles sqh’s damp hair.

“i’ll let you eat now.”

and for the rest of the night, sqh eats with that stare watching him.

but sqh doesn’t hate it at all.

he’s only on day 3 of making mbj fall in love with him—

mobei jun — 1

shang qinghua — 0

should i finish to day 30 😳 i’m gonna stop now to get on with my day!

this is inspired by a thai bl drama i’ve been watching called “love in the air” i HIGHLY RECOMMEND !!

i’d love to hear y’all’s thoughts on this au! from the top!!

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