A Drunk Mo And A Confused He Tian

A Drunk Mo and A Confused He Tian

He Tian laid on his bed scrolling through his feed on Instagram. It was mostly just girls liking and commenting on his pictures and him stalking a certain red-haired boys account who refuses to fallow him back. He Tian knew Mo only made the account because Jian Yi told him to but why not take advantage of a good thing? In He Tians mind it was the world thanking him for all his good deeds.

He smiled as he looked at all the pictures (and not so upfront pictures) that he had of Mo in his own camera roll. The red-haired cutie seemed camera shy in most of them.

His train of thought is interrupted by the buzzer to his pent house.

What the heck... Who the hell is here? He Cheng never comes over this late...

He looked at the clock on his phone.

11:32 P.M. Yeah that’s not him.

Deciding to ignore the interruption, He Tian went back to his pictures. But after a few minutes He Tians phone rang and a picture of Mo popped up on his screen. He picked up almost immediately.

“Hello?”

“He Tian..” Mo’s voice sounded soft and uncertain. Almost disconnected. Drunk.

“Mo? Are you ok? You sound-“

“Drunk. I-I’m drunk~” The red-head let out a small giggle that made He Tian go into cardiac arrest.

“He Tian lemme in... I need to crash here....Pleaseeeeee? I’m in the lobby thingy..”

“Uh yeah... ok. Be down in a second.”

He Tian hung up and sprinted through his kitchen to the door, almost forgetting to put on pants. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Mo is drunk and wants to sleep in my house. MO GUAN SHAN IS DRUNK AND WANTS TO SLEEP IN MY HOUSE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

The elevator ride was unbearable for He Tians racing mind. The slow moving murmur of the elevator going down combined with the excitement surging inside him made him feel claustrophobic.

Nothing could prepare He Tian for the sight he was about to witness when those doors slid open. Mo was slumped in a chair in the lobby, pretty much already asleep. He had his legs curled into himself, feet on the nice leather chair, with his elbow resting on the armrest supporting his head (which was also leaning against the back of the chair). Mo looked so peaceful and sweet, almost like a little kitten.

He Tian approached the sleeping boy carfully and squatted down to make both their faces level. “Mo? Mo are you asleep?” He Tian asked, shaking his shoulder slightly.

The boy mumbled and opened his eyes. “What....? No~” He laughed making his eyes squint a little. This was the closest He Tian had ever been to his face before and holy shit was he taking in the view. Mo had small freckles that dotted the bridge of his nose and spilled onto checks. His red hair was complimented perfectly by his orange-gold eyes, speckled with light brown. His smile made the edges of his lips curl up and revealed his cheek bones. This made his jaw-line stand out more. Mo Guan Shan truly was the prettiest boy He Tian had ever seen.

“Why are you drunk?”

“I dunnoooo”

“How did you get here?”

“Took a cab.”

Mo Guan Shan got drunk and his first instinct was to come to me.

“Alright well do you wanna sleep in a bed? It will probably be more comfortable than this chair.”

“Okeyyy” The giggly boy said as he stood up. Good thing He Tian was there because he went down just as quickly as he got up. He Tian, now one hand on Mo’s chest and another on his back, silently thanked his brother for teaching him how to hone his reflexes.

“Woahhhhh that coulda been baaadddd”

“Yeah no kidding.” He Tian breathed as a sigh of relief. He put the smaller boys arm around his neck and helped him up to the elevator.

When they got into the penthouse Mo was complaining about being hungry so He Tian tried his best to make some food that Mo wouldn’t die while eating (either from being so intoxicated he forgot to chew or from food poisoning due to He Tians horrible cooking skills). He Tian ended up going with just cold cereal as the safest choice for the both of them. While the red-haired boy ate He Tian went into his room to get some clothes so Mo didn’t have to smell like an alcoholics bathroom got set on fire. As he looked around for a clean shirt Mo wandered into his bedroom.

“He Tian I’m tired.” Guan Shan whined.

“Here.” He Tian threw the clothes at him. “Change into these then you can have my bed.” The clothes hit Mo square in the face and he made little to no attempt to grab them. He blinked a couple times then stared blankly at the clothes on the floor. “Mo. C-H-A-N-G-E.” He Tian said louder. Mo looked up at him and then started to take off his shirt like it was nothing.

As much as He Tian wanted to watch Mo strip for him (and he really really wanted to watch that), he was drunk and if He Tian was gonna get some from Mo they were both going to be able to remember it.

After ushering Mo into the bathroom He Tian sat on his bed. Holy shit. This kid really can’t handle his liquor. A couple minutes passed and Mo wandered out of the bathroom and looked at He Tian. Without a second thought he laid across He Tians legs, grabbing an extra blanket on the bottom on He Tians bed and wrapping himself in it.

Every nerve in He Tians body froze in that moment. What the FUCK. After a few seconds the red-haired boy started to snore softly and He Tians mind was going 100 miles per hour.

IS HE ASLEEP?!? IS THAT WHATS HAPPENING?!? OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT?!? HES JUST SLEEPING ON MY LEGSSSS. YEAH NO THATS OK. YUP. IM FINE. THIS IS FINE. DONT GET HARD. DONT GET HARD. DONT GET HARD. HIS ASS. IS. RIGHT. THERE.

It’s safe to say He Tian did not get much sleep that night.

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This is a fic that I’ve been thinking about a lot and @i-got-these-words gave me an idea for it too. XD once again this is only the second time I’ve written but I think it’s pretty funny.