Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Hao Mei/KO
Summary: The concerns of being a future husband.
Authors Note: I am not use to writing certain pairings, but I will give it a shot. Also information taken about the LGBT was on wikipedia. I am not certain if it is accurate. I don't really care much for too much political jargon.
Pairing: Hao Mei/KO
Summary: The concerns of being a future husband.
Authors Note: I am not use to writing certain pairings, but I will give it a shot. Also information taken about the LGBT was on wikipedia. I am not certain if it is accurate. I don't really care much for too much political jargon.
Ill-fated love would be what those around K.O. would
state about his want and desires with Hao Mei. The child as he labels him is
still growing, he doesn’t know what he wants just yet. Lt alone how far along
he would go, but K.O. was very patient.
Those that work with Hao Mei would say that his target
wouldn’t be “the passion of the cut sleeve” which is a traditional an terms for
homosexuality. K.O. knew that Hao Mei would have to be eased into the world
that he denies.
Most of the characters he picked was specific and he
was well dressed in fashionable clothing. He would profess it is his style, but
there were simply signals that K.O. could not ignore. For most of the 20th
century, homosexual sex was banned in the People’s Republic of China. It wasn’t
until 1997 it was legalized, though many parents of those that were out of
closet homosexuals would claim their child holds a mental illness.
K.O. counted himself lucky that the fighting went on
when he was but a babe and it wasn’t until 2001 that it was removed from the
official list of mental illnesses in China.
K.O. couldn’t say he wasn’t attracted to women; perhaps
it would be plausible that he was bisexual, though he felt attraction to a
specific type. Namely the mental processes and the cuteness factor of sparkling
eyes.
However, if Hao Mei and him were to continue they would
most likely be hidden, he would condemn the thought of having a homowife/Beard
or to even let Hao Mei have one.
The incident in 2012 made things difficult because of a
university professor committing suicide because she knew of her husband inability
to admit his sexual orientation. He wouldn’t want a third party in this relationship;
it would be all or nothing.
The worse is around 2016 the country censor any image
of the same sex on media. The worse would be that the world they live in didn’t
have any civil rights laws to help them if there were discrimination or harassment
if they were ever outed.
K.O. inwardly knew the fears that Hao Mei may suffered
and it hurt. It wasn’t that Hao Mei would be a coward and hide, no. By what he
could tell from that fierce child he would be proud and indefinite and he was
scared that he would be hurt from his beliefs.
The worse would be that both of them wouldn’t be able
to adopt any child, since it is not permitted and they wouldn’t hold the same privilege
as heterosexual married couples. The fight would be in their time, but the
question in his mind is how far along he would go.
Supposedly, he could hack into the register and get
them a license and since Hao Mei’s name didn’t sound like a boy. It was
plausible, but K.O. just simply wanted to be with that enrich pompous brat of
his.
Sometimes, K.O. wonders if Hao Mei’s parents knew. It
would be strange enough, but could they have read a fortune about their child?
Would they be accepting of their son?
There was tons of thoughts running through K.O.’s mind,
he didn’t have any info on the supposed in laws. Hao Mei is lucky. The baby
cheeks had friends that were accepting of him, considering this world that was
totally against many.
Then again, there are exacting fears out there, but he
swears to enjoy day in and out with his partner. Even the child was so slow, he
wonders if that kid would even notice how much oysters he had been feeding him.
Today was a calm day and the windows were opened to let
in the breeze from outside. He had made sure to place outside the blankets to
dry in the sun.
A yawn came from behind him; he glances around to see a
figure cries of his roommate slash interest. Sprawl on the wooden floor
stretched out in a patch of sunlight, an involuntary smile slid over his lips.
Hao Mei was like a cat he could go anyway, whether petting him or hearing him
complains for food.
Indeed, K.O. felt like the owner of a picky feline.
Finishing stretching out the fabrics h went closer sliding onto the floor, he
stretch out his large hand to mussel the hair.
Alluring smile slip over Hao Mei’s face and he roll to
grab onto that hand playfully. Tactful that boy was and it was suggestive the
strip of skin that he view on Hao Mei’s stomach.
All lean muscles that look delicious to K.O. His left
arm taken a hold of K.O. slipped his right hand down to stroke that warmth stretch
of skin. A squirm and a deep breath insulted his hearings and slowly almond
eyes stares at him.
“K.O.?” Cute button nose wrinkles confused.
“Hmm?” K.O. echoes.
A grin spread over those lips and dreamy eyes crinkle
at the side, “You are here?”
K.O. could only nod his head wordless at how
comfortable it felt being in the quiet presence.
“I feel nice.” A breath and Hao Mei closes his eyes
again.
“Don’t laid on the floor too long.” K.O. said, fighting
his inner desires.
Hao Mei pouts, “I want to stay here more.”
“You will catch a cold.” K.O. lean down until his nose
is almost pressed to Hao Mei just a single inch.
Hao Mei whines, “Will not.” Opening his eyes he stares
shock at the closeness, but a dash of red spread over those chubby cheeks. “Um…K.O.?”
There was the tilt of his head in confusion, but K.O.
could read the desire and the wariness. Those eyes so expressive with the folds
on his brows and K.O. knew that the child was ignorant.
“Come.” K.O. slowly got up tugging his arm out of Hao
Mei’s hands.
“Fine!” Hao Mei grumbles and sat up his hair all disarray.
Knowing the only thing to cheer up that child, K.O.
headed to the fridge and tug out what he had made, dessert tofu and set it on
the table, immediately the grumbling disappear and Hao Mei bounces up and
toward the chair.
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