#(i might write a smutty pt2 but no promises)

[tszylover]

mo forgets their first anniversary :) 

prompt by @aotomegane

something was off. 

mo guan shan wasn’t exactly sure what this something was but he tian had been acting... weirdly all day. 

he was clingier (even now he tian had his arm across his shoulders and his side pressed against his), more smiley (not the usually demonic grin but something softer) and a little quieter (as if he was trying to enjoy something while it lasted). 

mo wasn’t sure what to make of it. he tried to rack his brain for something that could have brought about this sudden shift in mood but there was nothing. was it his birthday? nah, his birthday isn’t until [month]. 

did... did i do something to make him happy?

his brain went quiet, like the strange calm after the departure of a loud bus leaving you behind on an empty street. mo rubbed his forehead as if trying to erase away his thoughts and stared at he tian, visible only through his side eye.

“little mo, is there something on my face?” he tian questioned, despite his closed eyes. how the fuck-? mo jerked in response, moving his increasingly blushing face to look at the weird looking tree in front of him instead.

“shut up! i wasn’t looking at you.”

“baby, i’m your boyfriend. you hold every right to look at me. touch me too, if you want.” he tian flirted, it seemed to come naturally to him... like breathing. 

mo scoffed but his red face was a dead give away. 

“i mean you’d have to give me something for today, right? i mean i’ll take a kiss for now but we could always go home. your place or mine?”. he tian wiggled his eyebrows. 

“what’s today?” mo asked, ignoring the last sentence that the dumbass next to him had just spurted out.

he tian gasped dramatically.

“what?”

“no... no way.” he tian’s voice was “sad”, but simultaneously full of mischief. “you forgot our first anniversary?” 

“huh?” mo wasn’t sure what to say. 

“you did! you forgot our anniversary!” he tian was starting to get loud and people were starting to look. fucking chicken dick was doing this on purpose. “i thought you cared about me, i guess not!”

“he tian! shut up!”

“oh! now you’re telling me to shut up!” he tian’s voice wasn’t getting any lower. mo’s skin tingled with self-awareness and shoved a hand over he tian’s mouth. or tried to, at least. he tian grasped mo’s wrist and pulled him closer to his chest. 

 he tian whispered “mo... i’ll shut up if you let me try something tonight.” 

mo looked around, everyone was looking at them. “fine! let’s just get out of here!” he said, grabbing he tian’s hand and running towards in the first direction he thought of. he tian’s place.