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Liu Qingge sits down at his desk, bare of any personal items. Everyone around him has their framed loved ones watching them. But Liu Qingge didn’t need that encouragement, he had nobody waiting for him at home. It was here where his love resided. Shen Qingqiu brought lunch to the office every day, but for his husband. Luo Binghe was the CEO of Tornado Chasers, his fame, and fortune from the success were enough to land him an absolute bombshell of a wife. While Liu Qingge was a simple researcher, waiting to send his boss and the camera crew on another tornado chase.
Liu Qingge Qingge couldn’t understand why the beautiful and delicate Shen Qingqiu could fall for such a brute. Especially one that abandons him for days to try and find the perfect tornado, something to beat out the movie Twister. But despite the wealth and luxury Bing carries with him, Liu Qingge was optimistic in his affair. Shen Qingqiu wasn’t as loyal as Bing would believe. Liu Qingge has caught him staring at him, going out of his way to pass by his desk or touch his arm. He was unhappy, this marriage was destined to fail. And Liu Qingge Qingge refused to let Shen Qingqiu suffer in a loveless abusive marriage when he was clearly crying for help. Liu Qingge would be the one to save him.
It was the Holiday office party, Shen Qingqiu and Bing had come hand in hand as usual. Liu Qingge made a point to glare at Bing when they made eye contact. But he just kept smiling, looking at him like a bug. A pest. He watched them mingle and dance. The two of them shine compared to everyone else, Bing with his messy hair and build contrasting so perfectly with Shen Qingqiu’s delicate self. Liu Qingge hated it, and hated how the beautiful man was forced to take on this role in a corporate play. While strong and masculine Bing puppeteered him, it made him sick.
Later in the night, Liu Qingge sulks in the corner and Shen Qingqiu comes to him. He’s dressed in a tight blue and white gown, he notes that it’s the colors that suit him best. Bring out his dark eyes and giant ass.
“You look great,” Liu Qingge tries not to stare for too long.
“Thanks. It was a gift from my husband, but I’m glad others are getting use out of it as well.” He wasn’t holding back his flirting despite his husband eyeing both of them across the floor, “You’re not food, your husband should know how greedy others are. It’s dangerous to let people have their fill of you.” Shen Qingqiu’s eyes have become dark, looking through his lashes and up at Liu Qingge Qingge. Making him feel as if it’s just them in the crowded ballroom. Pushed into a dark corner like two teenagers avoiding parental supervision.
Eventually, Shen Qingqiu’s voice cuts through him, “so...are you saying you’re full Liu Qingge-shidi?” Before he could respond a large hand was on his hip, traveling up his waist. A whisper in his ear, “ that can’t be. Liu Qingge knows to leave room for dessert.” His head strains at how hard he whips around, finding Bing pressed against his back. Suddenly he’s sandwiched between the couple. He can feel himself falling into their grasp, not angered by Bing’s presence but instead relieved. This feels like it makes more sense, as if his body was always meant to be between the two. The thing he was always trying to find but was missing back home. That’s when it hits him, home.
Bing’s eyes had a fire to them. It could draw anyone in and that included Liu Qingge. That’s what scared him, he wasn’t the first person he met with that ability. Shen Qingqiu was a breath of fresh air, but Bing was a reminder of a past that was better forgotten. “People always joke about having a work wife, I just thought I would go the extra mile and get a real one.” Bing’s words, he didn’t hate them. But the dialect made him want to run and hide. Shen Qingqiu laughed, his purity clashing with the current negative headspace. “If you joke like that he won’t know we’re serious, which we are. We both like the idea of a working wife.” He had to run, he wanted this but his instincts were stronger. “I’m sorry I just...I’m sorry.” With a muddle of apologies, he claws his way out of the cage and makes a break for it.
The cold night air helps calm him, deciding just to walk to his small apartment. Thinking of a million ways he could have handled that differently. Shen Qingqiu looked hurt like he hated Liu Qingge, it was probably a joke anyway. He forces his eyes to open wide to the night sky, trying to dry away unshed tears with crisp wind. He just wanted to go home. Liu Qingge’s apartment was a last-minute purchase, something to get him off the streets. This meant that when Liu Qingge pushed the creaking door open, the large body waiting for him had nowhere to hide.
“Liu Qingge Qingge, I was starting to think you wouldn’t show. How was being the meat in a twink sandwich?” Fate was cruel to him, running away from a reminder only to crash into the real thing. “How did you find me?” The man scoffed, the dark of the room feeling more like it came from him instead of the other way. “Don’t ask stupid questions. I’m here to bring you home. You’re father...he’s sick A-Qing.”
“That’s impossible, I just spoke to him. He was fine.”
“Southern charm might be able to work on most, but it can’t work on death.”
“No...But I’m not ready to take the throne.” He steps closer to the man, finally being able to see his features. “Please young John Travolta-gege, don’t do this to me.” John sighs, and puts a hand on Liu Qingge’s cheek. He strokes it with his thumb, knowing how it calmed him down. But before Liu Qingge could say any more the hand was gripping his hair, while the other came to put a damp cloth on his mouth. Before Liu Qingge could try to fight back, he was out. Once John knew the other was unconscious he threw him over his shoulder. Walking to the window he opened it and jumped out with the limp body. Before hitting the pavement John’s feet hit metal. The metal of a flying sword, there to take them away.