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MK hadn't noticed how small Red Son was until he took his boots off.
His boots seemed to add more than a couple of inches, probably in an attempt to be intimidating. MK had known that since day one, it was obvious, but seeing Red Son without them at all was a shocker. He’d forgone them because they were staying at his house (why would he dress up in the place he lived?), and now Red had to crane his head up a bit to look at MK properly and often preferred to have both of them sitting when they talked to help eliminate the embarrassing height difference.
MK had noticed Red Son's height without the boots first, but then came all the other realizations. His small wrists, wrists that fit in MK's hands just a bit too perfectly. His small waist, a waist that MK noticed when he pulled Red into a hug and his hands met his forearms. His tiny nose, a nose that MK couldn’t help but want to touch the button of.
Red Son was tiny, and MK was pretending to not be obsessed. He should probably stop being so obvious, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d been finding excuses to hold Red, to pull him close and marvel at tiny limbs and features. He couldn’t help but notice it all and categorize it, his brain filling with thoughts of tiny wrists, tiny hands, a tiny waist, lithe tiny legs, delicate tiny arms with tiny yet defined muscle, and- his most recent discovery- tiny feet.
Red Son had taken to wearing closed houseshoes instead of his boots for ‘the sake of being practical’ after the second day of their visit, which meant MK hadn’t been able to or cared to, pay attention to the size of his feet. MK isn’t like- a weirdo, he’s not going to go actively looking for the size of someone’s feet, but he did end up noticing one day.
He’d been on the couch in the Bull Family’s massive living room playing some game on one of Mei’s handheld consoles when Red Son had walked in. The demon was looking for something but seemingly gave up. He came over to the huge couch and plopped down, before looking over to MK. MK had been watching Red through the corner of his eye but decided it wasn’t worth it if Red was just going to sit down.
He supposes he should’ve kept paying attention because after a second there was a movement from the other side of the couch and Red Son’s feet were in his lap. He luckily moved his console out of the way before Red could knock it out of his hands with his feet. MK shot his eyes to Red Son, who had the smuggest smile on his face as he looked towards the television that was playing some random channel. MK’s eyebrow twitched.
“Really?” He sighed. Red was still in his ‘being a bitch’ phase, but thankfully it was just weird little things like this.
Red Son looked over to him, smiling, “Oh, hey! Didn’t see you there.”
MK rolled his eyes and set his console to the side, “Sure you didn’t.”
He grabbed Red Son’s ankles and started to move them off his lap, when his movement stuttered. He shouldn’t have paused, but he couldn’t help but notice how Red Son’s ankles were, well, bare. He blinked, looking up Red Son’s legs- Toned skin spanned over the lithe, muscular shape of Red’s legs, that had perfectly thick thighs that strained his sweat shorts. MK’s eyes shot back down his legs in embarrassment and landed on tiny socked feet. Adorably tiny socked feet that only made Red more attractive.
MK finished the movement, hoping Red hadn’t noticed his second’s pause, and looked back to the demon with a, now semi-forced, annoyed look. Red Son’s brows were furrowed for a second before he returned to the moment and huffed at MK.
MK hoped desperately that the look on Red’s face didn’t mean what he thought it meant.
MK sighed, looking at the clock.
It was nearing 2:00 AM, and MK hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. Many nights had been like this, the ever-present fear of nightmares keeping him from letting his tired head hit the pillow and finally rest. He’d been getting a few hours of sleep in the early mornings, and a couple of naps during the day when nobody was looking, so he isn’t dying.
Still, it was getting difficult to stay awake. He frowned at the clock like that would make it turn back, but it just stared back at him with the number 1:59 until it blinked to 2:00. MK groaned, throwing his legs over the side of his cot and forcing himself to stand. He wasn’t going to just sit and let the time pass.
He could at least get a drink of water or something! His head felt light for a second as it adjusted to being upright. He grunted, stretching out and waiting for the world to right itself completely. Once sure he wasn’t going to trip, he hummed and started out of his makeshift room. It was a guest room that he thankfully had to himself, but meaning the sleeping conditions weren’t the best because of the short notice that they’d be staying longer than they’d thought. It could be worse- He could be Monkey King, who decided to sleep next to DBK and PIF’s bedroom despite being well… Monkey King.
He was lucky he got his own room, honestly. Mei was boarding with Tang, and Pigsy was tucked into the same room with Sandy. Sandy was nice, sure, but… he was a big guy, and thus took up a big amount of space! And Pigsy wasn’t quite used to being in the same room with anyone but Tang (something to unpack later). And Red Son was ‘attempting’ to be a good host, but more often than not he would kick them out of their room for the day because of how close it was to his lab.
Thank god Sandy was so understanding because if it was MK in that room next to Red Son, he would’ve lost his mind forever ago. Sandy wasn’t particularly happy about it but would scoop Pigsy up to take him to Mei and Tang’s room without a fuss. He seemingly understood something about Red Son that the others just didn’t or something.
MK scratched the back of his head, sighing out at his thoughts. Maybe he just shouldn’t think about it- Sandy understood way too many things that MK just couldn’t understand at all. Besides! He was near the kitchen anyway, so what was the point about wondering about it? No point, so he was no longer wondering.
He turned into the kitchen and saw-
Red Son. In the tiniest pair of sleep shorts he’s ever laid eyes upon . They hugged his toned thighs and revealed a bull tail that peeks out from over their waistband and drifted to the floor, the pretty crimson hue of his tail shown only by the dull light of the fridge and above the stove. He was up on his tippytoes, reaching into the cabinet to get a cup.
MK found himself wetting his lips, moving forward involuntarily, and reaching up for the cup Red was trying to reach. Red spooked, looking up at MK’s hand and then whipping around to look at the taller man. MK smiled at him and set the cup on the counter. He didn’t move from his spot behind Red Son, holding in a gulp as that thick tail flicked against his leg and the bottom hem of his boxers.
“Noodle Boy…?” Red asked softly into the silence of the night, his voice just barely echoing off of the large walls of the palace.
MK hummed, words failing him. And so did his arms apparently, as they found their way under Red Son’s arms and around his waist, holding Red close to him. Red’s blush was barely visible in the dim lights, but MK saw it anyway. A perfect blush that spread over his face, touching the tip of his button nose and climbing up his long ears, dusting the tips with a red pastel.
“Hey,” MK said finally, after a second of sitting and holding Red, taking in how tiny and perfect he is.
“H-hey…” Red squeaked, holding onto one of MK’s wrists loosely. His tail flicked uncertainly, “D-Do you mind telling me what you’re doing?”
MK hummed, “No.”
Red blinked and looked over at MK, before, as gentle as his voice would allow, he said, “Okay.”
Okay?
Okay. MK could roll with ‘okay’.
Since he’d managed to get to okay, MK decided to start slow, “I’m glad you’re helping us, Red.”
“Red Son. ” Red Son corrected him softly.
MK nuzzled his face into Red’s hair, taking a deep inhale. Instead of stiffening like MK thought he would, Red relaxed into MK’s arms. He let out a tiny little sigh that sounded like music to MK’s ears, “Well, Red Son , I’m glad you’re letting us stay here. And I’m glad you’re helping us.”
Red let out a tiny sound, “Uh- Thank you… Noodle Boy…”
“ Xiǎotiān.” MK chimed.
“Uh… Xiǎotiān?”
“I thought we were calling each other by our full names,” MK said softly, squeezing Red’s middle experimentally. No repercussions were given, not even an ear twitch or a tail flicker. Nothing. If Red was really going to be this lenient with him - “You smell like S’Mores this early in the morning.”
“S’Mores?” Red asked softly, “What’s a ‘S’mores’?”
“Oh, dude- S’Mores are great! They’re from the USA, right, and it’s this like- graham cracker sandwich with marshmallows and chocolate on the inside, and you roast it over a campfire. And they’re so tasty! Mei and I usually make ours in the microwave, but it tastes way better if you’ve got a fire!” MK’s explanation was excited but still quiet. Quiet enough to not break the gentle atmosphere, quiet enough that Red could hear his breaths between the words.
“All the way from Měiguó…” Red said softly, letting MK pull him close, letting the Noodle Boy hold him like a precious gift. “You think I smell like chocolate?”
“I do. You smell like S’Mores. They’re called S’Mores because the original recipe was called ‘Some More’, ‘cause they’re so good you want more…” MK said softly. He pulled Red closer, nuzzling into Red’s warm hair. “I think you’re pretty good too. Very good, and sweeter than you think you are and-”
That’s when it happened.
Those dreaded words. MK’s huge mistake.
“Wonderfully tiny.”
“Don’t fucking call me that!” Red suddenly snarled. He whipped around and shoved MK off of him. MK was stunned as Red bared his teeth. He left his empty cup on his counter as he stormed off back to his room, tail flicking and nose huffing out practically steam. MK stepped back, scared that if he made a noise Red would charge him like an angry bull.
Shit.
What had MK done?