Going On A Spree Of Making Magazine Covers

Going on a spree of making magazine covers

To say that Liu Qingge startled Shen Qingqiu was an understatement. The sight of his shidi wobbling into his house, drenched in blood, nearly caused Shen Qingqiu to deviate right then and there. As Liu Qingge nearly tripped over the rugs, Shen Qingqiu tossed down his quill and hurried to catch him before he hit the ground. The younger landed in his arms making a sound that boarded between a huff and a groan.

"Liu-Shidi, what happened?" Shen Qingqiu gently lowered him down so that he could sit, leaning against the wall.

"There were more enemies than planned," Liu Qingge grumbled.

"An ambush?"

"Maybe."

Shen Qingqiu started to peel off the tattered robes off him and tossed them into a bloody pile. "Hold on, let me get some water." Getting a grunt in response, he left for the kitchen and poured water from a jar in a bowl. Tossing some rags over his arm, he returned back to his martial brother.

He laid the stuff out in front of him and dipped a rag into the water. Carefully avoiding the open wounds, he cleaned the area surrounding them.

"What were you fighting?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Well I need to know if there's a chance of there being poison."

"There's not. Don't worry."

Shen Qingqiu frowned at him before deciding it'd be useless to push more. Once he was free from blood splatter, Shen Qingqiu pressed his hands against the wounds, pushing qi into them to speed up the healing.

"This shidi's burdened you again."

Shen Qingqiu blinked. What?

"This shidi's supposed to be stronger than this. Yet shixiong is always to care for me."

Was it not you that always had to save this shixiong's ass though?

"This shixiong's happy to help though."

"You shouldn't have too."

Liu Qingge balled his hands into tight fists, his brow furrowing. A sigh escaped Shen Qingqiu and he cupped the fists in his hand. Rubbing his thumps along the knuckles, he gave his shidi a small smile.

"You don't have to be strong all the time." Shen Qingqiu pressed a kiss to his fists. "And being injured doesn't make you weak."

Liu Qingge still didn't meet his gaze so Shen Qingqiu pulled him up and over to the bed. He sat and arranged his partner so that his head was resting in his lap.

"Plus this shixiong loves to pamper his shidi." This got Liu Qingge's ear to burn a deep red. With a grunt, the younger buried his face into his robes as Shen Qingqiu pet his hair.

"...Then...I suppose it's fine..."

He could tell that his shidi wasn't quite ready to accept the concern but it was good enough for now.

Starting a new sketchbook book!

Shen Yuan knew his roommate always had trouble sleeping. The dorm that he and Shen Jiu shared was small. When there was only a meter between the beds, it was difficult to ignore. The restless shifting of sheets has become as common as the sounds of crickets chirping at night.

Tonight was no different. Once again Shen Jiu was floundering around in his bed, unable to fight of whatever nightmare plagued him. Shen Yuan glanced up from his phone, observing the restless male.

Somehow even in distress, Shen Jiu retained his regal appearance. Long, slender fingers gripped the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His cheeks shone has beads of sweats trickled down them.

What was new, though, was the glistening tears clinging to his lashes as if they were protesting against falling. Shen Yuan blinked dumbly before shutting his screen off.

"Shen Jiu?" he tried softly. The man didn't stir, only burying his face further into the pillow. "A-jiu..." Still nothing. Shen Yuan sighed and slipped out of his bed. As he approached, Shen Jiu's hand reached out and clutched blindly at his shirt. He smiled at the sight, placing a hand on his cheek and wiped a stray tear.

Shen Jiu's eyes flung open in shock and he flinched back a bit, shaking a couple tears free. Shen Yuan quickly hands up in an attempt to calm him. "Hey... It's just me..." Shen Jiu stared, eyes staring through him. "A-Jiu?" The glaze over his eyes slowly faded as he met Shen Yuan gaze.

"Ah- A-Yuan..." Shen Jiu heaves a shaky breath as he awkwardly sits up. "Did I wake you?"

"No. I wasn't asleep in the first place," Shen Yuan shook his head. "How are you feeling? Looked like a rough nightmare." Shen Jiu frowned and shrugged, resting against the wall.

"I'm fine."

Shen Yuan scoffed causing to Shen Jiu to give him a judgmental look. "'Fine' my ass." He plopped himself next to him and curled an arm around his shoulder, pressing his head into the crook of his neck. Shen Jiu froze for moment before melting into the embrace, twisting his arms around Shen Yuan's waist. With his other arm, Shen Yuan pulled out his phone and decided to play some random cat videos. Because what's a better way to cheer up your sad boyfriend than cats?

Shen Jiu huffs as a ginger cat tries to jump from a fridge to a table but ends up backflipping off several other surfaces. Shen Jiu's lips tip up in amusement. Shen Yuan grins at the smile and nuzzles his nose into his hair.

Shen Jiu hummed, then tilted his head up to capture Shen Yuan in a kiss. It was like a sharp bite as Shen Yuan squeaked and dropped the phone to wrap his other arm around his neck. Shen Jiu pushed further into the kiss, squeezing tighter as if he would disappear if he let go.

Shen Jiu finally broke the kiss to breath for air, Shen Yuan took the chance to speak. "Now how are you feeling?" Shen Jiu pouted at not being interrupted.

"...Better, I suppose." He looked away, face flushed, when Shen Yuan smiled brightly.

"Good. Now let's go to bed," Shen Yuan stated before tossing his phone the side and dragging both of them under the sheets.

"Wait- A-Yuan!" Shen Jiu protested, trying to sit back up but was held down by the arm draped over his neck.

"Nope! You need to sleep!" Shen Yuan gleefully argued and shifted Shen Jiu so that he was curled up against his chest. He finished argument by giving him one last kiss before propping his chin above his head. Shen Jiu grumbled in distaste before resigning himself to his fate and closing his eyes.