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For the past few days, you could tell your boyfriend, MK, was getting increasingly tired and worn out. I mean, he works as a delivery boy all day, helps Sandy with painting his boat, and partying all night with Mei so he was bound to get tired from his apparent lack of sleep. The last time you saw him, he had paint in his hair and noodle broth all over his uniform with his phone attached to his headband.
That day was one of your many date nights that week and MK profusely apologized to you anytime he dozed off or yawned despite your almost constant assurances for him not to worry about it and that you didn’t mind ending the date early so he could sleep. So imagine your surprise when, the next day, you see a refreshed MK standing at your door with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and your favorite takeout.
“MK? W-What’s all this about? I thought you were working today?” You asked as MK entered your small apartment. “Well, I felt bad about being tired during our date last night so I wanted to make it up to you!” He cheerfully explained as he placed his gifts on your kitchen counter. You didn’t even register the fact that he oh-so-expertly dodged your question before he took your hands in his own and kneeled in front of you.
“Please let me take you out today! I wanna redo our last date, only this time better! And I won’t fall asleep like last time! Pweeeeeease?” MK pouted with his signature puppy eyes. There was no way your weak heart could say no to your precious partner. You slumped, let out a long sigh, straightened your posture once more and smiled. “Sure. Why not?”
At that, MK shot up from his position in favor of jumping around in excitement and shouting “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over again. He stopped in front of you and grabbed your shoulders, slightly shaking you. “Thank you! You won’t regret this! Now, let’s get you ready!” MK shouted as he dragged you to your bedroom closet and picked an outfit for you. Next thing you know, you were being pushed out the door by MK and brought to the exact same places as your last date.
You went to the same restaurant, the same movie theater, and even walked the same path and rode the same bus as yesterday. The only difference this time was MK who seemed full of life and energy despite being sleep deprived only 12 hours before. Of course you found it suspicious, but MK left you no time to think as he dragged you around the city to your next destination. And before you even knew it, the date was over as MK escorted you back to your home.
Fully tired out, you dressed into your pajamas and threw yourself onto your bed, ready for a good night’s sleep after your redo date.
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The next day, you woke up somewhere around your normal time. Your body ached from walking around yesterday, your legs and feet begging for you to stay in bed. Alas, you were hungry and you really had to pee. Once you got your morning routine out of the way, you checked your calendar to see if you had anything going on today. Nothing! Perfect! Now’s the perfect time for you to just sit back and relax and–
Knock, knock, knock
That sound broke your thoughts. You weren’t expecting anyone, and who would knock on your door this early? Your mind dug, trying to figure out if you forgot something. Was it a package? Was it your neighbors? Was it a friend? You quickly ran to your door and looked out the small peephole to see…MK?
You reeled back in confusion. Today wasn’t a date night and you certainly didn’t order any takeout from Pigsy’s, so why would he be here? Did he just want to say hi? You peered your eye back out of the peephole. He was dressed rather nicely, better than what he normally wore, anyway, as he patiently scrolled through his phone as his foot tapped periodically. This time he noticed you through the peephole and waved at you. Curse your weak heart. Again.
You reluctantly unlocked the door and opened it, peering your head out to greet him. MK smiled at your greeting and moved to gently kiss your head which emitted a giggle from you. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?” You asked. MK simply laughed in confidence. “Don’t worry about all that! I came over to see if you wanted to go out again today? There’s a new restaurant opening today and I got us first day reservations!~” He sang.
You paused for a moment. Something in the back of your mind was telling you to say no, that something was wrong here but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. The prospect of food clouded your judgment as you mindlessly agreed. MK’s smile grew wide as he gently pushed himself through your door to help you get dressed for your day out.
You both somehow ended up staying out all night, visiting restaurant after restaurant that he somehow got reservations for and each one being more fancy and extravagant than the last. Finally, when the time came for you to go, MK looked almost reluctant to say goodbye as he tried to convince you to stay out just a little more with him. Alas, your feet were aching and you were ready to fall asleep.
When you finally made it home, you kicked off your shoes and took off any unnecessary clothing or accessories and crashed into your bed, too tired to change out of your pajamas. Hopefully you’d be able to sleep in a bit tomorrow morning to make up for lost energy today. But it seemed that the universe had different plans for you.
For the next couple days, MK kept coming to your home and taking you out on dates, each one more fancy and extravagant than the last. It all came to a head on your current date, where MK brought you to the fanciest restaurant in all of Megapolis. It was one of those sky-high fancy tower restaurants that many can only dream of getting into and you both seemed to be the only ones there, say for a few servers here and there who suspiciously looked exactly like MK but you chalked it up to being tired. And as much as the fancy air, beautiful sights, and small-portioned yet presentable food surrounded you, you felt tired and worn out.
MK seemed lost in his own world, convinced that you were both having an amazing time. He held a wine glass with sparkling water in it as he swished it around while he talked and flirted with you. He wore an extravagant dark red suit with golden embroidery in the shape of flowers and branches and you were in something similar, only it was in your favorite color. He claimed he wanted to match with you.
“Isn’t this great? We have an amazing view of the city, the best food in the world, servers waiting at our feet, everything is just perfect. Right, dear?” MK spoke in an eloquent voice, a stark contrast to how he usually spoke. While you were inclined to agree with him, all this stuffy air made you feel tired and anxious. You just wanted to go home and order takeout and play your favorite games with MK like old times. Was that so much to ask?
“Well, yeah, but–” MK suddenly clapped his hands twice and stood up, pulling you along with him, as two servers came and removed your table and chairs. With your hands in his, MK kneeled down in front of you. You fidgeted, biting your lips and avoiding eye contact with him. “Everything is perfect when it’s just the two of us, together. I never want this to end, which is why…” MK trailed off and reached into his back pocket. You ripped your hands out of his and took a large step back. Just what was going on with MK?!
Without warning, a loud explosion and subsequent rumble shook the tower, making you lose your balance and stumble. You looked around the restaurant and out the windows, trying to find the source. Meanwhile, MK looked around in shock and anger, like he knew who, or what, was causing all this. Suddenly, sounds of fighting erupted from the halls leading towards the restaurant doors before they were burst open by…MK?!
“What the–MK?!” You exclaimed in shock. The MK at the doors wore his regular yellow coat and graphic tee but had a rather…noticeable bald spot on the side of his head. “You! You get your hands off my lover!” The bald MK shouted, staff in hand as he shouted and pointed accusingly at the fancy MK. He immediately jumped into action, waving his hands like some sort of wavy-kung fu, and zipped around the room, taking out all the MK look-alike servers and finally touching the fancy MK, who all exploded into small piles of hair.
MK nodded in satisfaction and put away his staff, finally looking up at you. At first, you could see no real distinction between him and that fancy MK close…well, aside from the huge bald spot, but something deep down in your heart told you he was the real MK. Maybe it was the regretful look in his eyes, maybe it was his hunched posture, maybe it was the way he rubbed the back of his neck in shame? You couldn’t tell, but you knew in your gut that this was your MK.
“Let me guess, mystic monkey business?” You asked with a teasing smirk on your face as MK finally walked up to you. “Yeah…I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess.” MK apologized. You let out a small sigh and softly smiled. “Don’t be. Just…take me home, lover boy. Okay?” MK smiled widely at your words and picked you up in his arms, pulling his staff out again and plunging it into the ground, carrying you both high up into the sky.
MK brought you back to his apartment above Pigsy’s shop, where you witnessed MK get yelled at by Pigsy with him subsequently cleaning the shop of hair and paying back Pigsy for all the noodles his clone ate. Oh well, you managed to get a bowl of noodles out of it so it turned out all good. MK brought you up to his room and let you wear some of his spare clothing instead of that fancy getup. Finally, MK let out a loud yawn and flopped onto his bed.
“So, did you learn your lesson?” You softly asked MK as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. He shot up from his bed and smiled at you. “You know it!” He exclaimed. “Oh, Monkey King marathon! Turn it up!” You felt around for the remote that was right beside you, but you couldn’t feel it. “Aw, thanks!” MK said as the volume on the TV got louder. You looked up from your phone to see…two MK’s? You immediately turned angry. “MK…” Your boyfriend looked over to you, seeing your angry expression and hearing your frustrated tone.
“Uh-oh.”