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mortal-mayhem · 2 years

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Mackong x Reader

Warnings: None! Just fluff.

Notes: Thank you to @lmk-au-lotus-monkeys for giving me the okay to write for Mackong!! If you aren't following them-

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Not colorized btw! Why? I don't feel like it right now LMAO

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"They both really love you, you know."

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The shop had closed hours ago, leaving you, Mk, Pigsy and Mackong inside. Tang had gone home for the night, wanting to catch up on his studies before it got too dark, and Mei was spending the day with her parents per their request. Sandy and Mo visited during the day but didn't stay long, and Bai He had to sleep for school.

But it was never a tough job cleaning up with just the three of you. Pigsy would do the dishes and kitchen while you cleaned the tables, and Mk would mop the floors! Mackong wanted to help, but Pigsy was rather persistent on not owing him, or the monkies separated, anything.

So he'd sit idly by, chatting with you and the monkie boy to pass the time. Eventually, once you were all done, Pigsy and Mk would head to bed, while Mackong walked you home. He offered to fly you, but, after you went on about how the night air calms you, he let it be.

Tonight, however, Pigsy had gotten a call from Tang. Apparently, he had been reading while walking, getting himself lost. When he tried to use his phone to find his way, it only got worse. You could hear him whining from the dining area.

Pigsy, exasperated, decided to go pick him up, after telling you and Mk very strictly to not break anything while he was gone. Mostly Mk.

That left the dishes still needing to be put away. Mk, after working all day, was tired as it was, so you insisted he went to bed. Mackong agreed, and, after you and the monkey fusion pouted at him, the boy gave in.

It was just the dishes needing to be put up, after all.

A comfortable silence had fallen between you and Mackong after Mk went upstairs, the only sound filling the space being the clinking and clacking of the plates and bowls being stacked into the shelves.

Soon enough, with a smile given to each other, you were heading home, your hand in his. He asked why when you first asked to, and, with a flustered mumble, you told him it made you feel safe.

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It was a few blocks away from your building when he spoke, snapping you out of your small daydream. The chilly air nipped his nose, yours protected by his scarf. He insisted you wear it, to keep your face warm, though you were practically drowning in it.

You didn't know what to say, but he knew he had your attention, head swiveling towards him. It's almost as if he knew your lips were floundering behind the fabric.

"They're always... very loud," He began, his hand squeezing yours gently as you turned a corner, "Arguing. They never seem to stop."

A car slowed beside you both, taking its turn down the path you were leaving from.

"Unless I'm with you."

His thumb began to trace circles on the back of your own. Your hand was always on the front, your fingers locked together as you lead the way.

"You're the only thing they seem to agree on. At least, most of the time."

The sound of your feet hitting the pavement seemed a lot louder to you both than before. His ears twitched, listening to your heartbeat.

"... How does that... mean they love me..?" You stumbled your words, flustered and confused. The both of you stopped at the crosswalk, and he huffed a laugh, pressing the button.

Waiting for the light to change, it was quiet for a moment.

".... They... aren't me. But I am both of them." Mackong continued after the light switched, gently tugging you along and past the road, "I have traits and abilities from them both."

"And... feelings, too?" You finished for him, voice nearly a whisper.

"Precisely."

He squeezed your hand again. The both of you went quiet after that, your tired mind a little too flustered to speak while it was processing. He didn't seem to mind, but you noticed his tail begin to flick in anxiety.

Before you knew it, you were in front of your apartment door, his hand beginning to hesitantly slip out of yours.

".... Do.. you..." You trailed off, his hand freezing, leaving his fingers resting against your own.

"... I didn't. At first." He looked out to the night, avoiding your gaze. He watched a car go by.

"I knew the feelings weren't all my own. Just the ones I knew they had. But then..."

His lips opened and closed for a moment, and you understood that feeling. His eyes trailed back to yours, a small smile quirking the corners of his lips up.

He lifted his free hand, gently tugging down his scarf. The cold breeze prickled your nose, lips and chin, but you didn't mind. His fingers trailed up your cheek, letting his warm palm cradle your face.

"I began to fall down the same path they did," He began, his eyes softening in a way you'd never noticed before, "Cherishing the sight of your smile. The sound of your laugh.."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, the puff of air creating a small cloud that faded within seconds. He chuckled, his ears perking up as he felt your face warm. His other hand had fully left yours, mirroring the other. He held your face so lovingly, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks as you stared up at him in silent awe and speechlessness.

"The way the words always seem to leave me.. every time you look my way.."

His voice had lowered to a whisper at this point, and you felt yourself lean into his hold as he took a step closer towards you.

"No matter how hard I tried to deny it... I couldn't keep myself from falling in love with you. Just like they did."

It was quiet as you gazed into eachothers eyes. He didn't seem worried, probably because he could feel the heat in your cheeks and hear your racing heart.

"... Would you... like to come inside..?" You spoke, feeling breathless.

And when he smiled, his tail curling into a heart, you didn't get that breath back.