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Qi Rong×Reader

I'll be using his original name, Xiao Jing, since this took place when he was still a mortal.

—A Red to Bring us Close—

It was the anticipated festival of Xian Le; the God-pleasing ceremony.

Everyone gathered around the streets, some still decorating the exterior of their homes, while others chating with each other about how great it will be.

The royals on the other hand, sat on a platform overlooking the lively commotion below, also chatting within themselves and excitedly waiting for their beloved prince's performance.

One figure, however, slipped away to get a closer look at his cousin.

The young Prince Xiao Jing wandered away from his annoying uncle and aunt, unnoticed by the guards and easily found his way to the streets.

Being him, the young man rudely pushed civilians out of his way, not caring for their reactions.

At some point during the pushing, his finger caught something very thin and soft but he could careless about it.

The only thing in his mind was getting a sweet spot at the front, a great view to watch the cousin he endlessly looks up to.

At last, after a few minutes of effortlessly clearing the way, he made it at the front. And just his luck, there was a boulder serving as his seat.

He climed the big rock with no sweat and excitedly, impatiently waited for the arrival of his hero.

However, the excitement went when an annoyance joined, or to what he would perceived it, stole his spot.

The young Prince was about to yell for the Person to find another place but his words were swallowed back when a hand shushed him.

"Sshh. It's starting," the stranger said. Xiao Jing didn't care for the stranger at this point, only ripped his dirty hand away.

"My name is (y/n), by the way." the boy introducedin a whisper loud enough for him to hear, side eyeing the prince who only replied by ignoring.

(Y/n) didn't only shrugged and joined to watch the performers dancing in.

Xiao Jing couldn't care less about the ladies in colorful outfits but the kid beside him was much too excited.

"Jiejie!!" He said, waving a frantic hand at the dancers.

The grumpy boy noticed a string attached to the other's hand and his eyes trailed it until it reached his own.

The red string was loosely entangled around his little and middle finger. Curious, he tugged on it, only for the string to get tighter. He tugged once more and it got so tight, his middle and pinky were touching.

Xiao Jing struggled to get the red string to loosen itself, which didn't go unnoticed by the other boy who was once ferociously waving at his big sister.

"Ah. So you finally noticed," He said, reaching out for the prince's hand to help him out, but quickly got swatted away.

"If you knew, you could've pointed it out!" He yelled, getting the attention of some people but they left the two alone.

The boy wasn't left disheartened by the prince's temper at all and only smiled as he forcefully yanked the other's hand and carefully untied the knotted string.

After that, he didn't say anything else and just silently watched with a smile as the parade went on.

The platform of the crown prince soon appeared and unexpectedly, there was no crown prince at all, only a lonely ghost with a saber.

Of course, The other prince from below felt disappointed and the one beside noticed that.

The stranger wanted to lighten the boy up, until a graceful figured floated down, descending like a god.

"Look!" (Y/n) yelled. Everyone around him, including Xiao Jing Glued their eyes on that figure.

(Y/n), however, only watched for a moment when a string of red floated towards the scene, his focus now on it.

It was his red string.

The weather was nice and windy, the breeze easily blew the string away. (Y/n) was left stunned and was unable to process.

All he could think was his grandma's hands smacking him for loosing a string belonging to his ancestors, a string for match making that he lost.

With that thought in mind, he snapped out of it and shakingly reached towards the string.

That was until, Arms adorned in light green caught the thin object along with (y/n)'sl warm shaking hand.

Xiao Jing retracted his hands in disgust, wiping it as he said, "It's just a string yet you looked as if you just accidentally killed a child."

(Y/n) clutched the thread and longingly looked at it before averting his head to the grumpy royal.

He lost his hope on his find but maybe this young Prince isn't that bad.

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