❝𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙔 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙊𝙈❞ 𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙆𝘼𝙄 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙇

➤ chapter v. | tree.

The three were sitting at a restaurant, eating snacks after leaving the Alchemy Commission. The people at that commission were amazed by the taller male’s talent in curing people. It must've been a blessing.

“Are you feeling better, General?” Yanqing asked, taking a bite of the burger. “You were experiencing trauma.”

“I'm fine. Thanks to [Y]. The past took the better of me. Still trying to…move on from it.” Jing Yuan mumbled before taking a sip of his boba tea. Yanqing frowned then turned to the taller male, who's drinking tea, “What about you, Mr. [Y]? How's your eye?”

“Just call me “Grandpa [Y]”, Young Yanqing.” [Y] smiled. Jing Yuan choked on his drink. He wasn't expecting his old mentor to title himself as a Grandpa. He gets that [Y] act like an old man, but Grandpa caught him off guard.

“A-are you sure? It seems disrespectful to call you that.” The young blonde fidgeted.

“Don't worry. I'm way older than I look.” [Y] chuckled.

“Older than general? General acts old, too, but you act a lot like a grandpa.” Yanqing admitted, earning an offended look from Jing Yuan.

“Perhaps~” the taller male beamed.

“Calling you Grandpa sounds a little weird.” Yanqing sweatdropped.

“Then call me that whenever you feel comfortable, young Yanqing.” [Y] told the young lieutenant. “Ah…by the way, how exactly do you send text messages? I've wanted to tell the Astral Express about my whereabouts.”

“Astral Express, huh? So you've met them.” Jing Yuan mumbled while watching [Y] pull the phone from between his manboobs. He then swiftly looked away while blushing. When he was young, Jing Yuan always lay his head on ███████’s soft chest. It's so soft…

“Ah…It appears that I have a headache…” Jing Yuan whined, rubbing his temper, grabbing [Y]’s attention.

“Oh? Would you like to rest your head on my lap?” [Y] asked.

Without hesitation, Jing Yuan rested his head on the male’s lap. He looks up only for [Y]’s manboobs to be blocking the sun from his view.

“Bring back good memories…”

“Ugh…███████. I got a headache…” Young Jing Yuan groaned, rubbing his temper. ███████ frowned, “Did you hit your head? How about resting your head on my lap for a bit?”