“What’s wrong? I have seen many bodies before; there is nothing to be worried or ashamed about.” Ren Yi responded as he watched Song Mu standing there, looking anxious.
Song Mu bit his lip for a second longer before sighing. Ren Yi is an artist, so he shouldn’t find his tattoos unsightly, right?
Taking a deep breath, Song Mu slipped his cardigan off. Then, he pulled the suspenders down before grabbing his shirt, quickly taking it off before he changed his mind.
Once he did, he heard a sharp inhale.
Ren Yi had seen a lot of things to the point that nothing fazes him. But one thing that made his fingers tremble, forehead sweat, and his heart beat rapidly was tattoos. He has a tattoo fetish—Ren Yi found them beyond sexy.
He wondered if he could go over to Song Mu and run his hand over the tattoos, using the excuse of saying it is for his clothing idea. God, he wondered if there was more under his pants.
Growing more anxious from the scrutinizing stare, Song Mu wrapped his arms around himself, wondering if he should put his shirt back down. Ah, Ren Yi does hate them. Song Mu thought. He guessed his pants were staying on.
Then, he noticed blood dripping down Ren Yi’s nose. Rushing over, Song Mu did not even think as he grabbed his cardigan and used it on Ren Yi’s nose. “Ren Yi, are you okay?”
The tattoos were closer to him, making Ren Yi’s fingers itch. And it wasn’t just the tattoos having his body going crazy, but the man’s toned body too. From his muscular arms to his toned pecs, six-pack, happy trail, and finally his peeking v-line, Ren Yi wondered how long Song Mu had a body like this.
Looking through his memories, Ren Yi could only remember a phantom-like appearance rather than this image before him.
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The blood did not stop.
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“Uh,” Song Mu’s brain went on overdrive, flashing warning signs as he forgot about Ren Yi’s nosebleed. His crush was touching him; how is he supposed to act?
Ren Yi’s hand continued to move down, stopping at the top hem of Song Mu’s pants. He wanted to know if he had tattoos on his legs. Holding onto the pants, Ren Yi looked up with begging eyes, “Take off your pants.” He ignored how wanton he sounded.
Song Mu’s brain short-circuited as he tried holding back his reaction from showing. But, Ren Yi’s look and tone caused something to snap. He grabbed Ren Yi’s wandering hand while dropping the long-forgotten cardigan that covered Ren Yi’s bloody nose.
Leaning forward, the aura of his body changed as something gleamed in his eyes. He stopped at Ren Yi’s ear, whispering in a seductive voice, “Beg and I will—”
“Song Mu, where did you go!” A voice screamed, sounding like it was nearby.
The voice brought Song Mu back to reality as he quickly moved away from Ren Yi with a pale face. He ran towards his shirt, swiftly putting it back on as he walked out the room, forgetting about his cardigan.
Song Mu started thinking of things to calm himself down while ignoring how he definitely fucked everything up. When he walked out of the room, he saw Ren Yu coming closer, stopping once she saw him. She raised her eyebrow, “What were you doing in my brother’s office?”
“Uh, he wanted me to be his muse for a second.” He nervously responded before quickly changing the subject. He does not need Ren Yu reminding him of what happened a few seconds ago. “Do you need me to finish?”
“Oh yes. Hurry, hurry, my shoot is in two hours.” Ren Yu remembered, grabbing Song Mu as she pulled him back to her office. Song Mu let Ren Yu pull him while forcing himself to face forward; he did not want to glance back.
Once he finished with Ren Yu, Song Mu left, walking to his car. He sat down, hitting his head on the wheel as he wanted to cry. He did not want to see Ren Yi again after what happened.
Song Mu’s bad personality almost came out when Ren Yi touched him. “Ugh,” Song Mu groaned, “what am I supposed to do?”
After what Xian Bo did to help him change his look, he ruined it with what happened earlier.
As he stayed lost in his mind, a knock sounded at his window, causing him to jump. He looked over, seeing it was Ren Yi, holding his cardigan. His heart almost jumped out of his chest.
He raised down his window.
“You forgot this.” Ren Yi spoke, handing Song Mu his cardigan back while looking anywhere but him. Seeing that, Song Mu felt his stomach dropping; he did ruin everything.
Song Mu grabbed the cardigan, muttering a “thank you” with a solemn expression. Ah, goodbye, my dream of being with my crush.
Ren Yi hummed, getting ready to walk away when he stopped for a second, “Don’t forget to check your pockets before washing your cardigan.” Then, he walked away.
Watching him go with a confused expression, Song Mu wondered what he meant. He never put anything in his pocket. He raised his window before lifting his cardigan, looking for one of his pockets.
Putting his hand inside the first one, he felt nothing, so he tried the other one—this time, his hand touched a piece of paper. He pulled it out, seeing that it was folded.
He unfolded the paper and read the words on it:
xxx-xxx-xxxx, text me.
Song Mu blinked a few times, and then some more. He even forgot how to breathe because what the hell! On this note held his crush’s number. His mind could not understand what it was seeing.
Did he fall asleep in the car and enter into a dream?
Pinching himself and feeling the pain from it, he knew this was real.
He took a few deep breaths before he screamed, jumping in his car like a child. “I got his number!” He kept singing to himself.
Quickly pulling out his phone, Song Mu put the number in his phone. Once he finished, he put the note in his glove compartment, not wanting to lose it. When he finally calmed down, Song Mu buckled himself before driving away with a smile that showed no signs of leaving.
He could not believe that he had ended up with Ren Yi’s number. Now, nothing could ruin the rest of his day; and he means nothing.
Disclaimer: Song Mu is secretly a dom; he thinks it is a bad personality, but it is not. (It is okay, Ren Yi will love it *wink wink*)
Oh my god… that was unexpected but also very welcome 😳😳
That was so hot of Song Mu BWAHAHAHAHAHA
I think Ren Yi can’t survive that, huh?
“Beg and I will—” AAAHHHHHHHHHHH
Save me from these two!!!!
P.S
Thanks for the chapter~~
Well that escalated quickly! The nosebleed 😂😂. I hope he doesn’t forget the design Song Mu inspired!