#OBVIOUSLY he wouldn't do this EVER when Mobei is around but like

[nibbelraz]

Thinking about Shang Qinghua dressed in Mobei Juns outfit trynna act like him because he's bored and then getting caught red handed

[saysong91]

Moshang (Cheerhua + Jockbei | College)

Shang Qinghua is drunk.

And at a party at their rival college.

The first games of the season just finished, between Cang Qiong Immortals and  the Northern Demons. There's bad blood between CQI and ND since he can remember, and surely it was an exciting game!

He was glad he didn't bet on CQI's victory, since Luo Binghe, rising star from the ND, and 'King', made CQI bite the dust.

So, he is drunk.

Luo Binghe invited Shen Yuan to a party their team is hosting (mostly for themselves and a few others from the other schools attending the start of the season, except Huan Hua, of course), and wherever Shen Yuan goes, of course he follows!

Drinks and food? Yeap, sign him up! And he just put on CQI's jade jacket, unbothered to change out of his cheerleader uniform, and... completely lost his friend in the crowd.

So he drank and ate, and avoided any guy with a smirk who ogled at his legs for too long.

Wearing a skirt had been Qi Qingqi's idea at the start of this year. She wanted pants and since the schoolboard wouldn't let her with all their stupid rules... well, they all exchanged uniforms instead. He had been really nervous the first time, but it was actually quite comfortable and breezy. His legs thanked her for that!

What he wouldn't thank, of course, was that fucking hand gropping his ass!

He nearly punched the guy in the face, but a hand, a HUGE hand, on his torso pulled him out of that creep's way. Thankfully, because he is at least a head taller and way bulkier than him!

"Get out", a voice behind him, the owner of THE hand, grunts. Voice deep and scary enough that the creep turns around and leaves.

Shang Qinghua nearly collapses in relief, face turning up to his savior so he can thank him.

What he didn't expect, was the man keeping him in place.

Mobei Jun, former star of the ND, infamously known as the 'King of the Court'.

The man is handsome, terribly, but he's super scary!!

Shang Qinghua has seen him a lot, obviously, being a cheerleader of his rival college, and walking the same circles as King. He's even a fan of this ruthless middle blocker! Not that anyone at CQI should ever know. But he never thought he'd be so close to the man feared by most of his rivals. He has a reputation!

And he's looking right at him, blue eyes, glaciar, giving him shivers.

"I..."

At least, he's drunk. Super drunk. His confidence skyrocketing to the sky.

"I like you, my king!" he grins, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and rush of adrenaline. He's a fan!

And he said the wrong thing.

'I'm your fan, my king!', yeah that was what his treacherous mouth mistranslated.

And King's eyebrows lifts, anusement written in his face.

"You do?", he asks, tilting his head a little, hands maneuvering him until Shang Qinghua finds himself pressed against his body. 'Why is he so muscled?! He's so fast on the court! This isn't fair!'

"I do, my king!", he says, lost in his thoughts and the way those hands grip comfortably his waist. He's so drunk and this might not even be real, right? Nah, he's sure it isn't.

"Why? You cheer for others, Shang Qinghua", they are so close he can feel King's breathing against his skin.

"You know my name?", he asks, preening. He's a nobody! He isn't even on the volleyball team for King to know his name. Granted, not many schools have a cheeleader squad like CQ, and ND's cheeleaders disappeared once Sha Hualing bullied them all out of the group. And then got bored as the only cheerleader on campus and just obliterated the whole club. But still!

"Luo Binghe talks."

"Ah."

Former underclassman with a massive crush on Shen Yuan, who used to be a little white lotus following them around back when they were high schoolers. Now he's just as big as King and fucking terrifying, but at least he doesn't see him as anything more than a nuissance! Hopefully he hasn't said horrible things behind his back!!

King looks at him, smug --and scary and incredibly attractive-- grin on his face, caging him against the low wall separating them from the track field, hands holding him in place.

He's really drunk. This can't be real.

"So you like me?", he asks, all cocky, a hand leaving his waist to lift his chin. And Shang Qinghua can't do anything but just...let him. In his drunken state, he's actually excited. Whatever King is playing at, he needs to know.

And he nods, eagerly, lost in those eyes and the way he can feel Mobei Jun's chest against his. His hand is cold as he caresses his cheek, sending shivers down his spine.

And then Mobei Jun is reaching down, slowly, his breath tickling his skin, a hand cuping his nape, pulling him closer, lips barely appart.

"Say it again", he demands, lips curled into a grin, so close he could reach them, but then his hand pulls at his ponytail, keeping him in place. So...fucking hot.

"I like you..", he says, as if he's been hypnotized, errant thoughts keeping him distracted.

"What else?"

"My... king?"

"En."

And, finally, Mobei Jun kisses him.

It's not soft and sweet, but full of a hunger he didn't know he had on him. The moment Mobei Jun presses his tongue between his lips, he lets him in, hands gripping at his navy blue jacket, whatever strength he possesses, used to bring Mobei Jun impossibly close to his body. Eveything is so hot, his cheeks are burning and he feels dizzy, but Shang Qinghua, breathless, enjoys how Mobei Jun takes and takes, a hand still pulling at his ponytail, the other going down down down the curve of his ass, gropping him in a way he finds it deliriously hot, a wanted touch.

He gropes Mobei Jun's impressive pecs, feeling bold and incredibly aroused. If this is a fantasy...

Mobei Jun's tongue seems eager to taste every stretch of his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, the roof of his mouth that makes him tremble and lose the air in his lungs. It's too much, Mobei Jun is too much and he...really likes that. Likes him. Likes this!

They pull apart, barely. Mobei Jun's lips glisten under the low lights hanging from the building. And he's way more confident and foolish than usual. Shang Qinghua, on his tip toes, licks that lip, eyes closed, missing the way Mobei Jun's gaze darkens.

"Cheer for me only, Qinghua," he orders, voice hoarse, hand pulling at his hair, lips kissing the corner of his mouth, teasing. "Only me", his hair falls over his shoulders as Mobei Jun steals his CQI jade green scrunchie.

"But...I'm on CQ..."

"And?", he asks, another smirk plastered on his handsome face, "You're mine."

And Shang Qinghua feels himself consumed by the icy fire that is Mobei Jun.

___

He doesn't know how they made it out of the party.

In fact, Shang Qinghua barely remembers anything from last night, except a lot of drinking and Shen Yuan nearly carrying him back to his apartment.

"What happened?", his head feels like its split in two.

"You tell me. I leave you alone for a few minutes and you manage to get extremely drunk and lost! I found you sleeping under a tree! You tell me, what the fuck happened?", well, at least his friend did remember him enough to go looking for him. But the fact that he was alone...he feels it wasn't like that. Sure, he only remembers being alone at the party, but there's a lingering feel, a lingering taste telling him the opposite.

Maybe he was really that drunk and ended up talking alone all night. Fuck.

____

"What is he doing here?", he hears, walking from cheerleading practice, wearing the uniform designated for these kind of days and not the fancy one for their performances. Today, is yellow, his favorite. He walks down the stairs, ignoring whatever gossip there is, nearly tripping down the stairs. Fucking shoelaces!

But a hand, a HUGE hand, stops his fall.

"AhSorryThankyou!", and then he looks up.

Mobei Jun, 'King', is holding him up.

"Come", it's not a question. Mobei Jun throws him over his shoulder and runs!

Whatthehell?!

"What...what...", he can't finish a thought, being handled like this. "Stop!"

"No. Training."

That's all he says!

They run like this for blocks! People points at them on the streets! Some take photos even! A CQ cheeleader being kidnapped by a ND!

And then, they're inside ND College!

'They're gonna kill me! Is this a new ritual? Sacrifice someone from the loser team?! I don't even play!'

"Here," Mobei Jun puts him down on the bleachers of the court, digging his hand in a pocket of his black trousers. "Put this on."

A scrunchie. Navy blue with white snowflakes. Pretty, actually.

"I....ok?"

"And cheer for me. ONLY... me"

Shang Qinghua is left alone, under the curious glances of Mobei Jun's teammates. He isn't sure what's happening, but he'll do everything this man asks! If King is capable of kidnapping him on broad daylight, he doesn't want to know what else he can do!

He cheers Mobei Jun and the man, thankfully, doesn't kill him.

____

"Tomorrow, same time", Mobei Jun says,  walking him to the entrance of his building.

What the hell

He took Shang Qinghua by the wrist after his practice and just asked where he lived. That's it. He said nothing else, no hitting or bullying as he expected. It was actually nice...if a little terrifying.

"Again, my king?", he asks, looking up, wondering when will Mobei Jun release his wrist and shatter this reality.

Mobei Jun frowns, stepping closer.

"You promised to cheer for me. Even if you're on CQ, Qinghua. And I'll see to it", he smirks and oh he's so handsome!

And....it's sort of a familiar thing.

"Tomorrow, don't be late", and just like that, Mobei Jun kisses his cheek and leaves.

Whatwhatwhat

___

It happens, again and again. Like clockwork, Mobei Jun stops at CQ and kidnaps him again. Makes him cheer for him during practice once again.

Kisses his cheek outside his building.

And Shang Qinghua is confused!

But says nothing.

Mobei Jun is handsome and, sonehow, he seems interested?

"Why didn't you tell me?", Shen Yuan nearly gives him a fright, running after him. In a couple of minutes, his kidnapper will come! He doesn't dare being late! Even if this is just an elaborate prank or a fucking bet --which he'll be incredibly furious and hurt, he just knlwsnit-- he's way too terrifyied not to do as Mobei Jun says! He's stressed out! Well, sort of. At the back of his mind.

He's really just getting used to this, actually. It feels kinda nice. So yes, he's more stressed now thinking how it's gonna end, instead of what they're gonna do to him. His own teammates already suspect he'll leak their strstegies or something!

"Didn't tell you what, bro?", he asks, nearly reaching their college's gates.

"What else? That you've dating 'King' for a couple of weeks."

He freezes.

"I...what makes you think that?", Mobei Jun kisses his cheeks, and once...he actually kissed the corner of his lips, but that's it! Why he comes all the way here just to kidnap him and then give him a scrunchie or wristbrands in the same color scheme as the ND's uniform, and order for him to ONLY cheer for him? He doesn't know! An elaborate --and rather cruel-- joke?

Shen Yuan looks unimpressed.

"Because your boyfriend told Binghe, and now Binghe won't stop asking me out."

"And what's the problem?", he certainly didn't miss the 'your boyfriend told', but he's not ready to unpack all that! Not here, where he's gonna have a meltdown! Mobei Jun is saying those things? What does he want from him?!

"I...", it's strangely satisfying to see his friend at a loss of words.

"Just date Binghe, bro."

"So now you're in a relationship and everything is so simple, right? Pff, go on, he's here"

Shang Qinghua turns around in time to see Mobei Jun stopping at the bottom of the stairs, looking at him, forehead sweaty, sleeves rolled up his forearms. Incredibly hot. His knees nearly give out!

He steps down, careful not to trip, thinking just what started all this. Before he appeared the first time and kidnapped him without barely a word, they had only seen each other during tournaments! Everything from afar! And he's certain Mobei Jun never pay any attention to him. So what happened?

"My king...", and it's strange how natural it feels to say it. He's seen Mobei Jun glaring at those who calls him 'King', but when he says it...the corner of his lips tilt up, pleased. He doesn't even know why he started calling him like that.

"Qinghua," his hands reach for his waist, a familiar motion, but he stops him. "What?"

"I...er.... did you tell Binghe... that you're my boyfriend?", he can't help his cheeks burning, but his heart racing surprises him.

"They already knew, just confirmed it."

They?

"You mean...everyone?!"

Mobei Jun pinches his cheek, painfully.

"Why wouldn't I? We're together, Qinghua. I won't keep this a secret."

And just like that, he's being carried again, hand rubbing his reddening cheek.

And just like that, a memory comes back.

Mobei Jun sitting next to him under the low lights of the nearest building, in the grass. The shadow of a tree nearly hidding his face. And then he pinched his cheek.

"My king! Stop that!", he cried out, dizzy and tired. At least Mobei Jun put down his own jacket so he wouldn't sit on the ground.

"You shouldn't drink so much, Qinghua," he admonishes, his arm pulling him closer until he could rest his head in the hollow of his neck. It was still cold but comfortable.

"Sorry?"

"Don't. This king will take care of you," he kissed his forehead and it was sweet in comparison to their first kiss...and second...and a whole lot more until he had to sit down. "I'll bring you water. Stay here, Qinghua," and he nods, feeling his eyelids flutter.

"Are we... dating now?", he asked, blearily looking up at him.

"We are. Stay here."

His face is flushed, heart racing.

He forgot!

A kiss, two, five, who knows how many! And Mobei Jun taking care of him, asking him when his practice finished, promising to spend time together... and he just dozed off and then it was Shen Yuan carrying him!

He's settled down on the bleachers, but his mind keeps trying to remember, to know how it all happened.

'I like you, my king!'

Shit.

"Qinghua?", he asks, looking worried.

"I... why...", why didn't you tell me? why did I drink so much that I forgot? "Why haven't you kissed me again?", he asks instead. Because surely he'd remember everything if Mobei Jun had just kissed him! You can't forget all that...can you?

Sha Hualing looks up from the opposite side of the court, lifting an eyebrow.

"...because you weren't ready, Qinghua," he says, like it's the normal thing to say. His hands rubs shoulder, careful. He's incredibly careful with him sometimes. "You seemed tense, so I'm waiting."

And it melts him completely. He's...waiting? For his oblivious ass to finally get used to this?!

"My king!", he can't help it.

He stands on his tip toes and pulls Mobei Jun by the nape, kissing him. And oh the feeling is so familiar. More so are the hands clasped around his waist, the tongue licking his lips as if asking for permission. For a man whose reputation is being arrogant and cruel to his teammates and any rival team, he's not with him. And it drives him crazy.

"I like you, my king. Really really do", he says, smiling, breathless.

"En. I like Qinghua," he presses a soft kiss on his cheek. "Wear the ones I give you," he says, pulling at his ponytail with a smirk, before walking down to the court in between whistles and teasing.

He's cruel!

Shang Qinghua opens his bag and changes his scrunchie, puts on his navy blue wristbands, and watches the practice.

That's his boyfriend!

___

They kiss again on their way back, waiting for the light to change. At the park, at the corner of his street, at the entrance of his building. He can't help but kiss Mobei Jun, and be kissed by him too. It's like the wall keeping them apart, finally vanished. Mobei Jun kisses him and takes his hand. He even recounts how he noticed Shang Qinghua since high school, watching his every performance from afar. Delighted to say he'd been watching him at that party only to receive a confession on his part. It was so embarrassing hearing all that and yet he wanted to know more. 'King' was attracted to him for that long?

"My king, er... wanna stay a little while?", he asks, flushing, still preening. He's not the star of his team and yet he got Mobei Jun's attention!

"You want me to stay?", King asks, smug. He just wants him to repeat his words!

"I do, why else would I ask?", he pouts only to be kissed again. Ok, he can't stay mad.

"Let's go"

A benefit of leaving alone? He can invite his boyfriend to stay.

Another? His boyfriend stays the night.

____

"My king! Please, I can walk!", the kidnapping hasn't stopped! Mobei Jun looks even more smug now that everyone knows about them! He'll just steal him in front of his teammates after a quick kiss.

"You already practised, Qinghua. I don't mind"

"No, but I do!", he cries.

"Get over it", and he pulls at Mobei Jun's hair. Rude!

"I can't! Everyone's seen my ass!", the skirt doesn't cover him enough, and he knows people at the latest competition talked about it!

Mobei Jun stops and puts him down.

"I heard," he takes his own jacket off and ties it around his waist, "they'll stop talking about it, don't worry."

And he's being carried around again!

That day, he only kisses Mobei Jun half the usual but still invites him to his place. He's mad, but he likes spending time together without a whole team looking at them.