When Feng He asked Cheng Qing to live with him, he ignored all the reasons it was a bad idea. The relationship with his step-brother was already volatile and he didn't know how to deal with the consequences of their ever increasing affection. Feng H...
It was a rather vain habit but whenever Cheng Qing was bored, he put his name into Google just to see what would come up. Most of the time it was information on whatever show he was currently working on, or pictures from events that were linked to the production or promotion. No scandals had been attached to him although there were plenty of times a fan or two had gone too far and he'd found rather distasteful images of himself online.
Expecting that or something similar, he was surprised when a search result he'd never seen before popped up on the front page. Clicking on the link he was taken to a website where a writer with the user name Qing Meng Jian Wo* had posted a lot of stories. His name featured prominently in the key words as did Feng He's.
[*Author's Note: I tried to think of a user name that put Meng Meng's name with either Feng He or Cheng Qing and this was the best I could come up with. It literally translates into 'Please Dream of Me' [Pinyin: Qǐng mèng jiàn wǒ Hanzisimplified 请梦见我] which I think is so appropriate. I don't speak Chinese (...very well. Yet!) so any errors are mine with the help of Google translate because I know the Hanzi and pronunciation for their names are different.]
All of them were in the category of BL, yaoi or LGBT.
A little further down the list of tags was a smut warning.
He was so curious about it he immediately opened the page. Clicking on the first titled 'My Best Friend's Wedding', Cheng Qing started reading without much thought for what he would find. It didn't take him long to realize the story was based on him. Or at least a version of him that this writer imagined he was. The other person in the story was Feng He.
It was funnier than he thought of himself and definitely more interesting than his day to day life could readily afford but the story was well written. It was reason enough to continue scrolling down. Until he came across the first mention of Feng He...
The picture attached was one he didn't recognize. He and Feng He were captured walking down an empty boulevard. They bodies were closer together than was strictly friendly. Feng He was looking down at the ground and Cheng Qing was looking at him. The profile of his face not enough to show his expression.
He could remember that day vividly. The way they had talked; like all their barriers were down and they didn't need to pretend for just a little while. The way Feng He's body had felt against him when he'd prevented his near collision with a bike rider. How hard he had spent the rest of the evening trying not to let his feelings ruin what was a perfect evening.
The picture was of them. Taken candidly.
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The story continued...
"I remember everything. I remember the first time I saw you looking at me like I had just invaded your world. I remember wanting to kiss you and having no reason to do it. I remember sharing breakfast with you at our table. The first time I wiped the sauce from your lips and wished it was my lips not my fingers that grazed your mouth. I remember wishing you would give me a sign...and when you did..."
