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When they first bought the apartment, Xie Lian was terrified. He wasn’t sure that his friends could be left alone in a room together, much less a home, But so far, two years into it, they had had minimal disasters.
Feng Xin was a security guard working nights while Mu Qing spent his time trying to get his music career off the ground. Sometimes, he did performances at bars, cafes, anywhere that would let him in.
Despite their different schedules, they spent a lot of time together. They played games, ate, and hung out whenever they could. Tonight, they were drinking.
“I lost another fucking gig.” Mu Qing groaned, putting his head down on the table. Usually, he wouldn’t think of touching it, especially with his face, but after a few drinks and a bad day, he couldn’t care less.
“Maybe you need to get a second job.” Feng Xin suggested. “Then we’d be able to buy a proper couch.”
“I don’t give a shit about the couch.” Mu Qing mumbled. “I’m more worried about rent.”
“That’s why we have savings. We’ll be fine.” Feng Xin shrugged. “If we really need to, we can ask Pei Ming.”
“Ugh, even just talking to him is embarrassing.” Mu Qing huffed.
“Would you rather keep your pride or our home?” Feng Xin countered, letting his hair down and quickly retying it.
“My pride. We could ask Shi Qingxuan, you know how he is.” Mu Qing shrugged, finally lifting his head up to drink. “If I do get a job, it’s not gonna be housekeeping. I saw some weird shit, man.”
“I know.” Feng Xin nodded. “I think the cafe near the building I work at is hiring, want me to check it out on Monday?”
“Sure, thanks.” Mu Qing smiled, getting up. “Want a drink?”
“I’m driving. You should stop soon too.”
A few hours later, Mu Qing was hammered. He felt a pair of strong arms hoist him up.
“Come on, time to go.” Feng Xin sighed as he lifted him. “You need to sleep.”
“But I’m havin’ fun!” Mu Qing laughed, holding on to his arm. “And you’re jus’ so pretty in this light…”
“Huh?” Feng Xin all-but dragged him outside after paying the tab. “What?”
“Maybe you’re always pretty.” Mu Qing looked at him thoughtfully. “Yep.”
Feng Xin rolled his eyes, hauling him into the car and buckling him up. When he got into the car, his roommate was half-asleep.
“We should kiss.” He mumbled, leaning against the window as the car started moving.
“Hm?” Feng Xin glanced at him. “Did you say something?”
“I wanna kiss you.” Mu Qing repeated, looking over at him.
Feng Xin sighed softly. “You’re drunk.”
“I still wanna kiss you!” Mu Qing sat up a bit.
“In the morning, if you still want me to kiss you, I will.” Feng Xin promised, finally pulling into his parking spot. “Come on, let’s… ugh.”
Mu Qing was already asleep.