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It was raining outside. Approximately at two am in the morning with a possible thunder going around in the corner.

But that wasn’t why Macaque woke up in the middle of the night listening to the sound of a storm stirring up in the dark sky. Quite the contrary, this kind of weather is the best one to sleep on while being tucked inside a warm blanket knowing you are safe inside your warm room.

It was Sun Wukong. 

His ginger hair was slightly damp, despite having a raincoat and hoodie on, but that does not affect the way his golden eyes brighten as soon as Macaque opens his apartment door. He instantly grins and speaks up. “Hey, bud. Sorry for waking you up at this hour.”

Well, at least he did realize he was being a nuisance in his own right.

Wukong walked behind him and closed the door, in a swift move removing his raincoat and walking toward the hanger. A practice gesture as if he has done it multiple times. He does in fact, do it too many times for Macaque to count. They both walked past the living room and went to his bedroom instead. 

No hot chocolate or small talk, nothing about why would a highschooler go around in the middle of the night while the weather is about as cold and unforgiving as a raging storm. Because it wasn’t the first time Wukong pulled this type of stunt, not to him.

Macaque just flop back to his bed and stay there, he can hear Wukong shuffling through his hoodie and then suddenly the weight of another person is slowly dipping the bed even further when Wukong joins in.

“So… did I wake you up? Or are you actually still up this time?”

Wukong’s voice softly pierce through despite the rain outside, Macaque decides to move a little and give him more space to get closer. Once Wukong settled better he wrapped his arm around the ginger and sighed. That got him a chuckle before Sun Wukong made himself more comfortable.

“Hey.” Macaque could feel the way his neck fluttered at Sun Wukong’s voice, the ginger now nuzzling up at the crook of his neck. Probably smiling to himself.

“Mhhmm. Shut up. ” He said, hoping that Wukong would just be quiet.

“But I can’t sleep.” The idiot had the audacity to whine. 

Nothing is ever easy when it comes to Sun Wukong.

Wukong moves around a bit, earning a grunt of protest but decides to completely ignore it so he can try to look at Macaque face to face. As if it would help to change his mind and indulge the silly guy even further after being rudely awoken by a sudden spam of phone calls in the middle of the night.

“Hey, Macaque?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“...”

“I will cook breakfast tomorrow.”

Macaque grumbled, he tried to get away from Sun Wukong and his impossibly annoying self. But Wukong had already anticipated that, he hugged him much closer and left no room to refuse his warm ( much, much warmer than anyone ever was- ) embrace. 

“Macaque…”

The tone is low and almost pleading. 

They stay still for a moment.

“I want banana pancakes.” He finally said.

“With chocolate chips?” a smile tugging Wukong’s lips, making warm spread between them.

“… With chocolate chips.”

The asshole shook as his laughs grumbled, most likely did not realize how even something as simple as his happiness is making things flutter inside Macaque’s hearts like an overexcited butterfly. 

“You’re the best!” Wukong whisper-shout, as if it was the secret of the universe. As if he did not just take Macaque’s own heart in his palm and put a string on it like one does marionette. As if he didn’t know that everything he said would be what Macaque exactly did just so he could see the ever sunny smile on that lips.

“So, what do you want to do then?”

They proceed to binge watch a movie about a bunch of animals running away from a catastrophic natural disaster. A band of mammoth, Siberian tiger, and sloth running away with a human baby… and Wukong just laughs and points at everything. 

Then slowly, he could feel something weighing his side and there was Sun Wukong’s sleeping form. Eyes closed and lips parts, looking so so soft like there was never a rainstorm and lightning raging outside the little apartment. Macaque tucked him even closer, they were both covered in his blankets and the warmth from the other’s body helped him drive back to unconsciousness easier than the first time he did that day. 

…

…

The smell of something sweet and the sound of butter being cooked on the pan wake him up. There was a familiar humming sound of someone, most likely a ginger that just won't shut up. Macaque groans and decides he can take another few minutes before the food is ready. 

“Macaque- Wake up, Bud! It’s your promised banana pancakes!”

Almost as if Wukong could sense the consciousness out of him, the ginger shout from the kitchen side of the apartment. Maybe he just heard the groans in protest, but Macaque supposed to be the better one at hearing between them two. 

“Hmm. Don’t shout.” He grumpily replied.

It seemed that he didn’t answer fast enough, he could hear the loud overexcited step coming closer and before he could spare another blink- there was Wukong with his ever sunny smile. The sunlight bounced toward his figure making him shine even brighter in the morning, two plates of banana pancakes with chocolate chips on both hands. 

“Here, Your Majesty , your breakfast in bed.” The ridiculous ginger spoke in a shockingly high manner, albeit the tone clearly indicates his silly intention of just messing with him.

Macaque raises one eyebrow before holding his smirk. He quickly took one of the plates, balancing it out and snagged Wukong’s unsuspecting hand and deliberately planted the softest kiss there. His smile is all innocent, “I am most grateful for your service, My Consort .” 

That got such a reaction that Wukong’s whole face lit incredibly red. Golden eyes piercing in judgement while he was rendered speechless. It was hilarious to see a guy that could talk so much becoming quiet in seconds.

Free from his trance, Wukong immediately protests, “You’re a jerk, give me back the pancakes!”

“Wha- you promised me this!”

They fight for a bit, almost toppling the pancakes over and finally eating it in silence before they really did waste their own breakfast.

Wukong brought both plates and went to the kitchen. Macaque followed him to fill in water to his glass and he saw a contemplative look that was not common with Wukong's usually more carefree neutral face. Something tells him that yesterday's sleepover wasn’t one of the smaller, easier to resolve, that happened with him.

Macaque hates the look. 

But he can’t really ask what happened, less it ruins their whole safe space that was going on. 

And maybe, he is just that much of a coward to ask more. 

or be more.

“Alright! That should be it.” Wukong smiled and looked around. Macaque looked at him with a glass of water still in hand. Wukong, however, decides to meet him in the eyes and grin wider. “Then I should be going?”

His voice was light and airy, the usual. It's just that the way he phrases the question makes Macaque couldn’t help but think twice. 

There was just this vague-uncertainty that kept looming above them each time this happened, whether to burst the bubble, or just pretend nothing is wrong and enjoy their company like usual, Macaque couldn’t guess let alone pick which is the better option. 

Because Sun Wukong is his safe space in the raging storm that sometimes happens in his chest, or the loneliness that comes from having no one to actually talk things over.

It just happened that both him and Wukong is suck at actually talking things up most of the time- which he always thought was one of the biggest reasons as to why this situation even works in the first place.

“… Macaque?”

Shit.

Why do he always stunned and overthink stuff inside his head-

And now he almost did it again.

Macaque shook his head.

Between letting him go or actually talk things over, what should he do?

Wukong claps his hands and simply smiles at him, “Alright, sleepy guy. I guess I’ll just leave now and let you continue to sleep through the weekend before you start sleeping while standing here?”

For a second time this morning, Macaque decided to take Wukong’s unsuspecting hand and stop him before he could walk toward the exit.

“Stay.” Macaque finally said.

“Huh- What? Why-“

A fair string of questions, but Wukong is right about one thing: He is still very much sleepy.

So he figured rather than thinking about whether he should just burst their comfortable bubble of safe space or let things unclear, he could certainly think about it at a much later date. The priority right now is both sleeping, and also stop Wukong from making more sad faces while coming back to whatever kind of home he’s from.

His hand stayed firm in the ginger’s back as he started to push him back to the bedroom. They both climbed back to the bed and Macaque just wrapped his arm around Wukong and called it a day.

Wukong, despite the confusing situation and some complaints that Macaque didn’t even bother to listen, finally decided to follow his suit and make himself comfortable in his embrace. He wrapped his arm to his back, murmuring something akin to goodnight and Macaque soon asleep after that.