Just read through the hunt tag, and I feel like wukong chasing after erlang due to stopping macaque's chase would just do the opposite effect of wukong's goals and increase erlang's hate boner. The more proof wukong still wants macaque, the more he hates Mac, and the more yandere he gets about the fact he was rejected
"...his attempts are getting worse," macaque murmurs, brow furrowed as he flexes his hand where it hangs off his bent-up knee. his head is ducked and his back presses against the cool, rocky wall. "this is your fault."
wukong, who'd been in the middle of charming their hiding spot in a forest that miraculously exists in one of the biggest sinkholes in the land, snaps his head to look over at macaque with wide-eyed offense. "how is this my fault? because i'm trying to protect you?"
"no one asked you to do that!" macaque practically cuts him off. his voice violently ricochets off the towering stone walls.
wukong blinks rapidly, taken aback. macaque quickly absorbs his reaction and drastically reins his voice in. he heaves an annoyed sigh.
"that fucker sees it as you still wanting—caring, about me."
he doesn't miss how wukong seizes slightly, the slight thinning of his lips. more than anything else, it pisses him off. like he could ever rely on wukong to talk about his feelings or be honest about anything. macaque wants to wash his hands of both of them—him and erlang.
"are you stupid?" he reams mercilessly. "do you know what kind of target even the pretense of that puts on my back?" pretense, implication, front, because wukong doesn't care about macaque. he doesn't want macaque. he never had, and anything that might've said otherwise is a lie. his voice quiets but still remains just as severe, vague, sour notes of hurt underlining it. "erlang will never stop if he thinks you still—still—want me or something." he glares at his fist clenching over his knee.
silence pervades over the sinkhole cave. it's long enough that wukong should've said something by now, but he doesn't, and macaque becomes increasingly uncomfortable and agitated.
wukong doesn't care about him; macaque has no idea why he's going so far to protect him from erlang. please, the guy who murdered him once upon a time fending off the guy who wants to murder him now? it's preposterous. just absolutely fucking asinine.
when he finally can't stand the silence anymore, he snaps his head up with works ready to leap off his tongue to stab wukong with. he stops short when he sees wukong standing taut, shoulders hunched and fists clenched until his knuckles are whitened. he sneers.
"what, still hate the thought of me?" he hisses. "good grief, all you have to fucking do is say so instead of standing there looking like you need to shit yourself."
wukong snaps from whatever stressed reverie had him leashed and glares at macaque. macaque snorts, although he stifles the shiver of anxiety threatening to roll over his skin from that steel, angered look.
"might as well let erlang kill me. at least we won't have to do—" he gestures at their damp surroundings, lush as they are, "—this anymore."
"would that be so absurd?" it's wukong that practically cuts macaque off now, which takes macaque off guard. his brow furrows.
"what are you—"
"if i still cared."
macaque's voice catches painfully in his throat, so sharp that he almost chokes on it. he gawks at wukong a long moment before breaking into a sardonic, cold laugh.
"what, you care about someone other than yourself?" his barked laugh is almost hysterical. "always the comedian, wukong!" his voice then trips into clipped, chilled words. "aren't you just so. fucking. funny."
wukong stares right back at him, seemingly undaunted. his eyes roam macaque's face, but when it looks like he doesn't find what he's looking for (or maybe he does, and he hates it—unsurprising), all the tension bleeds from his body with an exasperated sigh.
he turns back to the cave at large, resuming his ministrations of protective spells and glamours. macaque breathes a shallower, quieter sigh of relief from being released by that... that look. he's seen that look before—oh, is he so familiar with it.
he knows that wukong knows he can hear him, but wukong mutters to himself anyway, "why do i even bother..."
exhaustion weighs in it enough to make macaque cringe, but he abstains.
why, indeed.
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