With his tired body, Dayu opened the door to Qing's apartment using the key Qing gifted him long time ago. He could hear a faint sound from the kitchen. He must be cooking now, he thought, and Dayu slowly taking off his shoes and walked to the kitchen bare-footed.
Qing was busy cooking in the kitchen. Seeing Dayu's exhausted and sleepy face, he asked him to wait in the living room.
Dayu sat and rested his head on the sofa and slowly fell asleep. 10 min later, Qing brought the food that he cooked to the living room and placed it in table in front of Dayu. Qing looked at Dayu's sleepy face and smiled softly, taking a seat beside him.
"Dayu, you have to eat first." He said while stroking Dayu's hair lightly and tried to wake him up. Dayu slowly opened his big sleepy eyes and stared at Qing. He was so exhausted, so Dayu just shook his head stubbornly. Qing could only watch him helplessly.
"Come here." Qing said and patted his lap. Dayu immediately sat on Qing's lap and rested his head on Qing's shoulder. Dayu's soft breaths tickled off Qing's neck.
Slowly, Qing stroked Dayu's head and kissed his temple. "I'll let you sleep first, but you have to eat after you wake up." "Okay.", Dayu replied faintly and he closed his eyes again.
Qing stood up to bring Dayu to his bed. Dayu's legs were wrapped around Qing's waist, his hands circled around Qing's neck and buried his head on Qing's shoulder. And very carefully, Qing walked to his room, slowly put Dayu on the bed and tucked the blanket tightly. He rearranged the bedding so Dayu could sleep comfortably.
"Thank you.", Dayu said faintly while staring at Qing. Qing smiled softly. And so lightly kissed Dayu's forehead. "Now... sleep." Dayu immediately closed his eyes and slept off soundly.
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Unconditional
FanfictionThis is just a scenario. Scenario from my brain about what happens between Wang Qing and Feng Jian Yu in their daily basis. Notes : 1. Don't expect more... 2. Everything that I write is just my imaginations. 3. I just write when an idea pops up i...