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@❛ ✧ : sett. One of the downsides of abstaining from alcoholic beverages is how the consequences of one’s actions are only ever a reflection of one’s very sound and mindful decisions. Even more so for someone like Mu Qing, who has been a chronic overthinker for as long as he can remember and he has a great memory. If the people in his life were to be asked, they would say it is unlikely he would make an impulsive and reckless decision.

For the most part—for the important things, it is true.

Other times, however, Mu Qing chooses to follow something a little less uptight than his brain—no, not his heart—his . The previous night is a prime example of such times.

The plan was to accompany his friend for a gig, drive him home safely by the end of the night and that would be the end of it. The ticket to the event was paid for by said friend, along with whatever food and drink Mu Qing fancied. A very generous gesture since events like that tend to raise the prices sky high. It was more than a fair trade for being the night’s designated driver.

He had every intention of keeping his end of the bargain and was willing to wait for his friend to get all that fun out of his system. It was going to be a long night and Mu Qing only wanted to take a short breather. He stepped away from the crowd, and somehow ended up somewhere he shouldn’t have been, trapped between a wall, two strong arms and a towering figure. The last part being a rare experience for Mu Qing who himself towers over most people.

Needless to say, he was intrigued. He thought indulging in some meaningless flirting would be harmless enough, ultimately leading to nothing substantial. At some point in their conversation, he realised the man before him was a familiar one. A member of one of the talents performing for the night and one Mu Qing had been a casual listener of.

He genuinely hopes the rideshare he booked for his friend softened the blow of this betrayal.

In the following morning, the first thing that hits Mu Qing is one of the consequences of his actions. His body is aching all over with some areas feeling more tender, making it seem like moving and getting out of the comfortable bed would be an impossible feat.

As tempting as it is to return to a much needed rest, Mu Qing knows better than to stick around. He wouldn’t want the other guy to get the wrong idea… speaking of which.

Mu Qing’s eyes flutter open, groaning in irritation from the faintest bit of light that passes through the curtained windows. He sighs, blinking a couple of times to adjust and finally glances towards the other side of the bed—empty. He breathes out a sigh of relief.

The man beat him to it and Mu Qing is more than happy to have the hotel room to himself. It gives him some time to freshen up with a well-deserved shower and after giving a quick glance at the clock to make sure he has time, he does exactly that.

It is inconvenient to be without his usual hygiene and beauty products, but the disgusting feeling of overnight make up and residue of last night activities greatly outweighs his contempt for using the unidentifiable complimentary soap and shampoo provided. He will just have to do a more thorough cleaning once he gets home.

Before stepping in the shower, Mu Qing makes use of the mirror to check his body for any marks, quickly realising it would be a much faster endeavour to find all the places where he hasn’t been marked. . This is entirely his fault and he knows it. The guy had started off with some gentle nonsense and he was having none of it. Mu Qing was quick to let him know that if he was going to treat him like some delicate thing, then he would be taking his leave.

Well, he didn’t leave.

Stepping into the shower, Mu Qing lets out a sigh as the warm water hits his skin, providing some relief. He is careful not to let it hit his hair, which would need a separate wash with cold water after the rest of his body has been sufficiently cleaned. Just because he was ravished the night before does not mean he is going to be careless with his hair now.

Humming softly and recollecting last night’s affair with great satisfaction, Mu Qing almost feels some regret about never seeing the rapper again.

Almost.