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zhuzhengtingting · 7 years ago

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From Onscreen to Off

Member: Cai Xukun

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count: 5282 (this somehow got super long rip)

Summary: there came a time where the chemistry between you and Xukun didn’t end when the director called “Cut!”

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Sweaty blond bangs plastered to his forehead, rain threatening to fall, and no jacket in sight, Cai Xukun sees you sitting alone, trembling, on the wooden park bench.

You, with your canvas school bag and your hands wrung at your knees. You, with your eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and your eyes cast on your shoes, you, you, you you you.

You.

He takes a step forward on the cobble, your name tumbling from his lips.

“Xiaodan?”

Your gaze seems to lift in steps, terraces, and when he sees your red-rimmed eyes, his heart...seizes.

“Xiaodan?” he repeats, fainter, unable to do anything else. He watches you softly, wishing to do something, anything, to help you.

A fat raindrop falls on his cheek the same moment the tears finally roll down yours, and he can’t help but kneel at your feet, nevermind the wet street, nevermind the fact that he barely knows you. “Hey,” he says, hesitantly reaching up to touch your cheek.

His thumb brushes away the tears almost tenderly as you stammer, "W-weiyuan?”

“Cut!

"That was fantastic," the director calls, and you and Xukun simultaneously sigh in relief.

As the crew begins clearing up the set, Xukun offers his hand, and you take it gratefully, letting him help hoist you up. "Great work today," he smiles, and you nod in return.

"You too." And because you're unsure of what to say next, you say nothing at all. Instead, you walk with him over to the director and the crew, and nod again when he asks if there's anything you two can do to help clean up.

You're tasked with talking to each other—seriously—as you pick up random sodden trash around the area, but you don't perform very. It's silent, a bit uncomfortably so, for about five minutes of bending over and plucking random whatevers off the street and into a little plastic bag until Xukun almost falls because of the wet stone.

Somehow, a split second later, you're falling backwards too, Xukun's wrist in your tight grip, and there's a strange see-saw effect as you both teeter, trying to offset the other from jamming their tailbone straight onto the cobble. It’s ultimately ineffective, when the balance ends in a splash! and two silly, soaked costars.

Xukun giggles, and you marvel at the strange juxtaposition between the sound and the image he constantly tries to project on set.

It stops abruptly. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.

You tilt your head. “Like what?”

He’s strangely expressionless when he answers, “like you’re constipated mixed with me having something on my face.”

It isn’t until you, too, burst out laughing that he realizes what he just said, and he quickly tries to cover it up with an “oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to say that I can’t believe I just said that to you.”

Now snorting, you shush him with a few flaps from your hand. “No, it was just weird hearing you giggle like that. You always make yourself seem rather serious and manly .”

“Always? Wait. Did you know who I was before we were cast?”

You squint at him, careful not to be too disrespectful as you’re still a bit younger than him, when you reply, “of course. Did you think I was living under a rock?”

He gasps, pausing all movement. “But you’re so well renowned.”

“I guess?” you say with a sheepish smile. “I’ve just been in the business for a long time, it’s not like I’m spectacular or anything.”

He frowns, but lets it go. “Are you okay, though?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. You?”

“Me too.”

♡

The first week of filming wraps up with a cast party at a bar.

Xukun, surprisingly, sits alone with a soda and a black satin bomber jacket slung over his shoulders, and you approach him, taking silent note of how his back straightens immediately. You stop next to him.

"Hey, we almost match."

And you do. You're both wearing jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and a satin bomber jacket, woth the only differences being that your jacket and his shirt are white, while his jacket and your shirt are black.

“You don’t have to be so formal,” you tell him when he doesn't respond, pushing over the plate of mini jianbang. “You’re still older than me.”

He stares at it before fixing you with the same intensity as he says, “yes. I do.”

You roll your eyes, wondering why you aren’t used to this already. “Please, don’t. Besides you, I’m the youngest on this set by at least ten years, so it’s both uncomfortable and lonely.” Sticking out your hand, you tack on, “plus, it was fun earlier.”

He takes it cautiously, before inviting you to sit next to him. "You're not drinking alcohol either?"

You shake your head. "I have to shoot a commercial tomorrow. You have a program, right? With your group."

"Yes—yeah," he corrects himself. "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess? I'm a bit smarter than most people tend to think," you laugh.

"You're smart," he says.

"Thanks, but I don't need the validation. What I do need, however, is your phone number if I'm ever going to be able to communicate with you. What's your Wechat username?"

♡

The text you get from him the next morning keeps you noticeably warmer and more alert during the shoot.

He, however, has already left to wait backstage when your reply comes through.

[Cai Xukun → you] good luck today

[You → Cai Xukun] thanks ^.^ you too

♡

Shooting continues to be awkward.

Despite greeting each other much more frequently now, both over text and in person, Xukun keeps his distance. It, thankfully, doesn’t translate over film, but you can’t help but feel a bit hurt and outcast.

You’re used to it, unfortunately. People either find you intimidating or annoying, and, despite your friendliness, you only have about two friends. Maybe three.

Honestly, who cares about awards and fame when you don’t have anyone to celebrate with. You’ve been living on your own for years already, having bought your parents a nice house in an unpopulated and beautiful part of the mid-coast, where they, though peaceful, have rather limited access to wifi.

This time, however, instead of confiding in your few friends about this, you take strength from a fan who’s been with you since you were a toddler. She was a toddler then, too, and you have a binder solely designated for her fan letters and drawings from then until now.

(Sometimes you wish she would leave her SNS information, because she always does bring you great comfort.)

Good luck in filming! I saw you wore the necklace I sent in my last letter to an interview and I really couldn’t help squealing!!! I’m so glad you like it. But... I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed kind of sad, especially when he asked about your social life and your Weibo. It’s kind of desolate, if I may be so honest, but it’s always like that. I just hope you’re making friends. If you’re not—go do that! You can do it! I believe in you! ♥♥

Her encouragement in mind, you eat lunch with Xukun every chance you can, trying to get him to open up with conversation. His replies, though, are always polite, but short, and almost afraid of getting closer.

You always brace yourself for another try.

♡

It takes you pulling Xukun's cheek in an improvised bout of inspiration during a scene for him to finally stop treating you like you're fifty.

“That was uncalled for,” he whines once you’re both done filming for the day.

“Was it, though? I dunno. They looked so plump and inviting, and I think it’s unfair for you to be the only one to be able to poke and touch them.” You then proceed to make him flustered further when you reach up to ruffle his hair.

“Hey!” A second later, his tongue sticks out at you, and you positively cackle.

“What???”

“You’re acting like we’re equals.”

He sighs, but you grin. “Finally.”

“I mean—”

“No. Shut up. Unless you’re going to treat me like a friend, and not a senior, you don’t have permission to speak.”

He groans in frustration. “You’re a tough one.”

“Perfect,” you tell him. “I’m trying to be.”

He looks up at you through his lashes, almost guilty.

“You seem tired,” you say, and that guilty look immediately deepens. “Is it alright for me to ask about it?”

He looks at you full on for a few seconds, before shaking his head and smiling. Just as you’re about to scramble and apologize for intruding, he tells you, “yeah. I’ve had a bunch of legal proceedings to deal with.”

You grimace sympathetically. “With your old company? Don’t look so shocked—I barely don’t live under a rock.”

His next words are directed at his thumbs rather than at you, tumbling out of him like he’s in character. “It’s a bit tiring, to be honest. And I feel as though I can’t really talk about it with the others.”

You sit down next to him, elbow on your knee. “This life tends to be like that. Honestly, I’ve lived most of it alone, so when I saw you, I thought I should try and reach out a bit.”

“Thank you.”

“No need. You’d be helping me more, I think.”

♡

“Hah! Take that, Cai Xukun!”

He falls to his knees dramatically, hands flying to his ears. “I can’t believe I just lost at air hockey. I never lose in air hockey.”

Your replying grin is a bit more mischievous than Xukun has ever seen—albeit a bit ruined by your panting from just going at it—, and when he tells you so, it grows to liken the Cheshire Cat. Corners of the mouth to the ears, wide eyes shifting side to side, and all strangely coincidentally completed with a purple (horizontally) striped shirt.

This is the third time you two have hung out alone. Each time, you both picked a relatively uncrowded area so your masks and disguises wouldn’t invariably end up drawing more attention. An arcade during school and class hours, as you’ve picked this time, fulfills the need of privacy and light hearted fun.

“You destroyed me in basketball an hour ago, though,” you offer as you stretch out a hand to help him up.

“True,” he agrees, and as he takes your hand, he says, “this is a familiar scene.”

Chortling, you dig your heels into the diamond rugged floor and bring him up. It requires much less effort than you would have expected. “At least we’re inside and dry this time.”

“We can change that,” Xukun begins, something sly spreading across his face. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his gray joggers, lifting his t-shirt clad shoulders. “What about going swimming next time?”

You snort in a way much unlike your public image. “Are you going to turn it into a contest, or is this an excuse to see me in a swimsuit?”

“No, no, no, I just like swimming,” he tries to explain quickly, but—

“The glint in your eyes and your red ears say otherwise,” you sing-song, and he laughs awkwardly.

“Okay, maybe it crossed my mind,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck, still somehow looking down to meet you in the eyes. “But that wasn’t the sole—I mean main—reason. I promise.”

♡

Xukun is unhappily surprised when you show up in a swim shirt.

“Sucks to be you,” you tell him, leaning over the edge of the pool to bop him on his (admittedly, much too cute) nose. You’re about to ruffle his wet hair too, when he beats you to it.

“Nope. I’m winning this time.”

“Hm. Maybe,” you say, leaning over further, using his shoulder as support. “Are you wearing colored contacts right now? What, trying to impress all the girls who are not in the pool?”

“Yes,” he deadpans. “All of them—oh my god.”

You.... Well you’ve lost your balance, hand sliding up and past his whole being, nose heading straight for Xukun’s jaw, and are abruptly, and almost violently, stabilized by the heel of his palm under your collarbone. You nearly collapse, choking enough on your own spit to be uncomfortable, but not enough for it to be serious.

Some random guy only a few years older than you walks out the door, but not before whistling.

Xukun stumbles back as you push him in mortification, sliding from the wall of the pool to the actual pool, curling into yourself, before being pulled back up to the surface. Facing you is a concerned Xukun, who quickly turns to a disgruntles Xukun when you dissolve in laughter.

“Oh my god,” you say. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

He shakes his head disapprovingly at you. “Now we have to race. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“What? No. Ew. Exercise.”

He puffs his chest up. “I am older than you.”

“Wow, I cannot believe you,” you begin, but he’s already started. Cheater, you think, sorely tempted to pull on his exposed, but quickly disappearing heel.

You gear up, pushing your feet off the wall and torpedoing to the center of the pool, finally making use of that swim training you received about two years ago for a movie. Unfortunately, due to a lack of... keeping up, you gasp every time you come up for air.

As someone constantly on both big and small screens, and even more frequently being photographed, you stay in shape. You have to.

But “for the love of god, competitive swimming is really something else,” you tell Xukun after he (inevitably) wins.

“Yeah,” he answers. “But, since I won, I should get a prize.”

You raise your eyebrows to the ceiling. “Hm? After cheating, you mean?”

“No, after winning,” he emphasizes. “After all, you did say competitive swimming is something else, which means I’m something else, which means I deserve a prize.”

The look in his eyes is too much and you relent, visibly hunching over. “Okay, fine.”

♡

“You know, when you told me that we were going to watch your favorite movie, I did not expect it to me one of mine,” you tell Xukun, settling on the couch in his dorm.

“I kind of... forgot? I’ve been comfortable around you lately and it somehow slipped my mind,” he explains.

“Comfortable, huh?”

He quickly backtracks. “In a good way.”

“I wasn’t saying it wasn’t,” you laugh. “Good to know.”

He sits next to you, careful not to sit too far, but also not to sit too close as to make it seem like he’s trying to pull anything. “Good.”

“So where are the others?” you ask, looking around. “It’s quiet.”

He shrugs. “I kicked them out.”

You gasp dramatically. “Just for me? What’s a person to do when Cai Xukun—mmmmffffff.” You claw at the pillow he shoves in front of your face.

“Just... shush. Let’s watch the movie.”

He points the remote at the TV, slinging his right elbow on your left shoulder, in a weird, vaguely uncomfortable, vaguely fraternistic gesture.

“You know,” he murmurs about half an hour in, “when I was trying to study for this role, I kept going back to your work. Whenever you act—it’s so believable. Your gestures, your expressions, your tone... Zhang PD would commend you on your balance.”

You stiffen. “Well that was unexpected,” you say, unsure of what else to say.

“I mean,” he stumbles. “Sorry. I know what it’s like to be in the spotlight all the time but, I just wanted to say it’s well deserved. It’s also why I was so... scared to talk to you. Because you’re someone I admire, but it’s different because you aren’t older.”

You inhale, faintly aware of his cinnamon-y scent, more so aware of the cool air going through your body as you watch yourself pick strawberries with bloody hands. “Thank you,” you whisper. “You’re someone to be admired, too.”

He shifts to face towards you. “Is it okay if I hug you?”

The abruptness of it makes you splutter. “I mean, sure.”

His hug is warm, and soft, and your odd focus on the calming sound of his slightly unsteady breathing drowns out the movie in front of you. You pat him on the back, but he moves your hands to rest squarely on his broad back.

It’s nice. Much like the hugs your father gave you as a child, but also much like what you’ve always imagined the perfect hug would be like. Your heart swells, and you can’t help sighing.

Unbeknownst to you, he smiles over your head.

You end up falling asleep like that. Rocked by rhythmic the rise and fall of his chest, snuggled by the warmth of his knit sweater, comforted by his mere presence. He strokes the back of your neck with his thumb, ready to fall asleep himself.

The door creaks open, letting in a storm of noisy boys, an hour after the movie ends, and you’re still face down in Xukun’s arms.

The stare he pins them with is enough to shut them up, and Zhengting sends them scurrying to their rooms with a glance at you and a nod at Xukun.

They don’t shut up quickly enough, though, and you stir, blinking heavily up at Xukun.

You’re bleary eyed, with crazy hair, and suddenly Xukun is hit by how fond he is of you. “Heya, sleepy head,” he hums, and you blink vaguely.

“Hi,” you say, tempted to snuggle your face back into his sweater. “What time is it?”

“Late?” His voice is soft, washing over you. “Probably late.” He sighs. “You should get home.”

“Mmm.” You smack your lips. “I live in this apartment building. Walk me?”

He chuckles. “Okay.”

♡

You wake up to three texts from Xukun.

[Cai Xukun → you] can we hang out again?

[Cai Xukun → you] that was fun

[Cai Xukun → you] btw, you’re cute when you sleep

You groan into your pillow.

[You → Cai Xukun] oh my god

[You → Cai Xukun] I didn’t drool, right

[You → Cai Xukun] wait there’s no way I did you would’ve teased me relentlessly for it

[You → Cai Xukun] I can’t today :/ I have to shoot some solo scenes

[Cai Xukun → you] omg I totally forgot

[Cai Xukun → you] we can hang another time?

[You → Cai Xukun] how about Saturday? I’m free all day and you don’t have any shows

[Cai Xukun → you] wow you keep really up to date

[Cai Xukun → you] Saturday’s good! Good luck! Text me when you get to set.

You smile to yourself.

♡

Xukun comes into your apartment, arms full of vegetables, fish cakes, dumplings, and everything else you told him to get for the hotpot.

“When you suggested getting dinner, this isn’t what I was expecting,” he informs you, slipping off his sneakers and slipping on the blue monkey king slippers you’ve left out for him in the foyer. “But it’ll probably be better.”

“I literally thrive off of hotpot. It’s how I survive every winter.”

He nods sympathetically, pushing up the sleeves of his jean jacket—to which you are almost tempted to ask why, before he ends up taking the thing off to reveal a white sweater. “Beijing can get really cold.”

You shiver. “Yeah.”

When the broth boils and you have both heaped in bunches vegetables and fishcakes, swirling the thin slices of meat just like how you’re supposed to.

Xukun demands that you let him take a picture of you and the food. “I have you,” he says. “Maybe make it my home screen.”

Flustered, you try to move out of frame, but he’s too quick, making sure to send the picture to his email before brandishing it at you.

You’re pink and barefaced, but cozy looking, and you have to admit that Xukun’s photography skills paired with the lighting makes the photo look amazing.

Three seconds later, you’re his home screen, and you can’t tell what that tumbling is in your gut.

“Let me see your home screen,” he says, reaching his hand out expectantly.

You scoff. “No?”

“I am older than you, little bear.”

With a heave of great suffering and mild embarrassment, you give him your phone. Locked.

“Try that....” You trail off. “How do you know my passcode?”

He’s in a stunned sort of silence, before saying, “why’s there a picture of Fan Chengcheng in a face mask and a onesie as your background?”

You blink. “That.”

“It looks like you took it, too,” he continues, baffled, and oddly hurt. “Are you guys together? Why... would you both keep this from me?”

The absurdity shocks you into laughing. “Me? Date Fan Chengcheng?”

Xukun continues to watch you with that mixed expression, much like a kicked puppy.

“No. No, wow, no. Never. I’ve known him since forever, but he’s more like a brother than a potential romantic interest.”

“Then...”

“Why haven’t I mentioned it?”

Xukun nods.

You turn down the heat of the hotpot. “I thought it was unnecessary. I didn’t want to force you into being my friend because we had a mutual friend.”

He’s silent.

“I worked with Bingbing in my first role. Granted, I was about seven, and she was a grown woman, but she was beautiful and kind and ethereal and I adored her. She invited me over to her house to have dinner, and Chengcheng attacked me because he was jealous of how much attention I was receiving.” You sit back. “Somehow, we became friends. Maybe even best friends—but certainly close. That’s why I know your schedule too,” you tack on. “Chengcheng’s almost obsessive in keeping me up to date.”

“I’ve literally never heard him mention you,” Xukun replies slowly.

You shrug. “We’re both capable of having friendships with other people without feeling the need to bring others into it. Xukun, I promise, it wasn’t like we were trying to exclude you.”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t do that to me.”

He puts on a smile. “This beef’s burnt.”

♡

“So? How’d it go? Did you confess?” Chengcheng nearly tackles Xukun as soon as he gets through the door, but composes himself.

Xukun eyes Chengcheng. “Why did you tell me you two knew each other?” he asks.

Chengcheng shrugs, but looks much more concerned than you did. “It didn’t seem—”

“Important,” Xukun finishes. He sighs. “Okay. Also, I don’t have a crush, so there’s nothing to confess.”

“What are you talking about?” Chengcheng shouts at Xukun’s receding figure. “We talked about it this morning!”

“I’m going to bed, Chengcheng. Good night.”

♡

There is no good morning text when you wake up the next day.

Or the next.

You try to catch Xukun after filming, but he runs off as soon as he can, before you even have so much a chance to thank him for working hard, and you’re left wounded and wondering what went wrong.

♡

“Xukun—” you start at the cast gathering that weekend, but he gets up and leaves after murmuring your name in acknowledgement.

“Don’t drink too much,” he adds quietly, clapping his hand on your shoulder.

♡

You show up at his apartment the next morning, visibly agitated.

[You → Cai Xukun] open up

No response.

You’re tempted to bang on the door, but it swings open, and you’re faced with a puffy face Chengcheng. “Come inside,” he says. “Xukun’s in our room.”

You nod at him. “Thanks, little bro.”

You shuffle to their room—you didn’t even bother putting on proper shoes when you left your apartment, just your own pink monkey king slippers.

“Cai Xukun,” you state to the mass on the bed. “Stop avoiding me. You’re acting like you’re twelve.”

The mass curls up even smaller.

“Xukun... you’re hurting me like this. Look, I know that your court case just seems to be getting longer and longer, but I don’t think I deserve to be lashed out at. I at least deserve to be told what I did wrong, if I did something wrong.”

There’s no response, but you continue.

“You are, honestly, one of my first close friends ever, and—. It hurts because I don’t know what I did wrong, and I just feel so lost?” Your voice cracks, and you fight back a tear. A real one, unlike the ones you have to shed for your roles.

“It’s like I’ve been abandoned, and it just hurts.... I can’t breathe properly because of you, because you’re suddenly so cold, and I thought better of you than this—”

There’s a warm hand on your cheek, and you look up to chocolate eyes swimming in something unreadable. “I’m sorry,” Xukun says. “And I really don’t mean to, but I don’t know if I can help it anymore, but... is that really all you think of me as? A friend?”

When you realize what he means by that, you stand, almost in scorn. “No. Fuck you. You don’t get to do that to me. You can’t just play with my emotions like that, and then drop a bomb.” You rip your hand from his, turn on your heel, and stalk out of the room, thoroughly pissed off.

Chengcheng furrows his eyebrows when he sees you even more distressed than before. “What the hell happened?”

“Your center is an immature asshole,” you spit, vindictive, and leave Chengcheng alone in the kitchen, confused.

♡

The next day, you are not happy when you find Cai Xukun sitting across the table from you.

“I thought you said hot chocolate,” you tell Chengcheng.

He lifts up the jar of mix. “And I brought.”

“Alone,” is your pointed reply.

Chengcheng nods. “You two will be.”

“With you, you conniving imp.”

“I never specified,” Chengcheng answers. “I’ll be back in an hour. Try not to bite each others’ heads off.”

You glare at the back of his head like you can shoot lasers into him if you try hard enough as he lets himself out of your apartment.

“I—” Xukun says, but you give a terse shake of your head, not even looking at him.

Instead, you stare at the ice cream, and then the calligraphy on your wall, listening to the ticking and tocking of your grandfather clock.

You are wealthy.

Years and years devoted to your craft, going to school ten five-day-straight weeks a year max, your every heart, body, and soul thrown into each role you are given. Countless romantic stars, a zombie, the mentally ill, physically handicapped, each with a backstory that, if wasn’t already provided, is made vibrant by your own mind and acting.

You have been forty kilos for a role. You have been seventy.

You have gone literal days without any sleep at all.

But none of it compares to your friends—or rather, lack thereof.

“Just meet people online,” they say. It’s not so easy when you’ve become a household celebrity before you even hit puberty.

“Date someone!” That’s risky and unwise, when you don’t even have friends to grow emotionally with, to lean on for support.

The clock chimes on the hour, and Xukun’s eyes are still boring holes into your skull.

Your turn your head to face him.

“Why did you come here?”

“To apologize,” he says, and he’s so small in that moment you’re sure he could fit in a cabinet. “The way I treated you... Well, your words were like a slap in the face, and I swear, I’m usually not like this, but I guess I’m a lot more susceptible to stress than I thought.”

You nod cautiously, making it somewhat clear that he can go on.

“And my— my changing feelings for you didn’t help. Especially seeing that picture of Chengcheng, I just. I don’t know. Something snapped, even though it was dumb and perfectly reasonable. It kind of felt like you didn’t trust me enough with knowing of your and his friendship, or as if you were both hiding something, and I know that wasn’t what you meant to do, but it still felt that way. Especially because... I like you.

“But I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shut you out like that. That was completely my fault.”

You say nothing, simply getting up from the table to get two mugs, pour milk into your steamer, and wait for it to heat up. Once it is, you add in the hot chocolate mix and a sprinkle of

Cinnamon.

“I shouldn’t have cursed at you,” you say, and he nods, eyes lighting up because you’re talking to him at all.

You put the mug in front of him. When he takes it from your hands, his fingers touch yours.

The pain in those eyes is easily visible when you can’t help yourself from recoiling.

“Sorry,” you croak.

“It’s okay.” But it clearly isn’t.

You gaze at him, softening just a bit. “Look, Kun. You hurt me. Not only because you’re my friend. But because—” You laugh at your own foolishness. “Because I think I liked you too. Like. I don’t know. But—we need to work this out first.”

“Okay.”

♡

News breaks out a year and a half later that Cai Xukun and China’s most recognizable young celebrity are dating.

You’re caught by paparazzi strolling together on your one-year anniversary trip to Japan, where you and Xukun decided to visit the famed sakura trees and try literally every food you can.

Weibo is a mess, emails are a mess, your companies are messes, and everything is being denied, denied, denied, until a photo comes out of you two holding hands—hands with clear couple rings on them.

Things are fine now between you two, and you worked on your friendship for months, making sure to build foundations of trust and communication before even thinking about taking it further. He can rely on you, and you on him.

But your fans are divided. Most are, while quiet, supportive of your relationship. Many had already liked you two as a hypothetical couple when your movie came out, and were excited to see the real thing.

Some, while few, are loud and disapproving, or rude, or even hateful.

These your company decides to take legal action against if the harassment continues after being blocked.

But you and Xukun are still in Japan. He has no promotional duties, and you’re on a long-awaited break, so there is no reason to hurry back.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” he asks you as you climb down the stairs from the temple.

“Nothing, just... you?” You laugh. “Everything still feels new, and I can’t believe that for a whole two weeks I have been doing, and I get to wake up to your handsome face in your warms arms every morning.”

He grins, squeezing your hand. “I think that deserves a kiss.”

“No,” you squeal, running down the stairs before he catches you.

You’re breathless as he plants a big one on your forehead, and then a gentler one on your nose, before finally reaching your lips.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine— What is that?”

“What? Oh, that’s Chengcheng’s ringtone.”

“Do not pick up, please, oh my god—”

“Hey, Chengcheng. Yeah, he’s right here.”

Xukun takes the phone, pouting. “Fan Chengcheng, if you don’t have a good reason for interrupting, I’m hanging up. Not good enough. You have three seconds to come up with something better. Three. Two. One. Bye.”

“Wow, so rude to my little bro,” you say.

“He was interrupting,” Xukun answers simply, before picking you up. “Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Okay,” you agree, hanging around his neck tightly, squeezing your knees into his elbow. “Let’s.”

♡

FIN

#yuu #cai xukun #idol producer #cai xukun scenarios #idol producer scenarios #cai xukun fics #i hope this is good gfffjkdcd #enjoy!!#rip end of ip ;;;#idk who's in the top nine bc i'm finishing this before the live but!! this is my guess

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vicccwrites · 6 years ago

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Boyfriend! Cai Xukun

(A/N: I’m sorry this is going up later than I wanted it to :// but I had a pretty hectic morning + it’s still the 2nd here so I’m just gonna go with it :) I played around with social dummy for this? and I’m not 100% sure I’m in love with it? I tried though lmao*shrugs*,,, Happy 20th birthday to the best center ever!! <33 Enjoy~)

Masterlist

- Picture Source: Google -

Would literally be the best boyfriend ever

the! softest! for you!!

Everytime he sees you he gets this stupid, lovesick grin on his face

So many cuddles!! He loves having you in his arms in some way or another

Whether it’s a hand in yours as you’re strolling down the road, or full on cuddling in bed with a harry potter marathon on in the background

He always needs to shower you with all of his love and adoration

Totally the type for couple watches or!! couple shoes!!

Matching converse is his aesthetic, just some basic black high-tops

So it’s not too over-the-top?

But it’s still your little thing

Would probably prefer more lowkey couple things like that

However, when it comes to dates,,,, this boy will go all out

I think he’d prefer more outdoorsy dates

Where you two actually went out and did stuff lol since just hanging with him didn’t really constitute as a date in his mind

It was more just lounging around and spending time with him

Though you did that lots too!

Especially after a particularly intense practice session where he’s completely worn out

The two of you will chill out with some video games and a couple of boxes of pizza

my ideal date tbh

Posts the cutest couple photos on instagram

With really sweet endearing captions to boot ;)

You try to go for the same thing but it doesn’t usually go as well lmao, he just has a way with aesthetics

Example A:

Enough said.

Then again, it’s Xukun, so it still looks pretty damn cute anyway

The captions just suck significantly more lmao

He’s definitely the type to always text you ‘good morning!’ or ‘have a good night, baby’ if he’s away on tour

Nearly daily video calls!

Because he misses your face and voice, as cheesy as it might sound

Even if the time zones are really weird, he’ll still try his best!

Gotta make sure you know he loves you

Tells you it like 400 times a day ^^

“Dream of me ;)”

pET NAMES are his thing™

“Princess”

“Darling”

“Sweetheart”

I feel like this is just me projecting my love for pet names onto literally everyone but I cannot be bothered to care

It’s really cute!!! And you love them

Your favorite would have to be “angel” though

When he calls you that, you just get all warm and fuzzy inside

Let’s be real though

He would totally know exactly what you loved and what things you didn’t

Uses that to his advantage

Shows up on your doorstep with a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream after a rough day at work

You mention that you don’t really like fried onions in a passing comment? He’ll make sure to be extra careful when ordering your burgers so that they don’t have any on them

Have I mentioned he’s a complete sweetheart?? Because he is

Would insist on holding doors open for you/pulling your chair out at restaurants and stuff

He’s so smitten with your existence

And you feel so, so grateful to have someone like kunkun in your life <3

Bonus:

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honeyforzhixie · 6 years ago

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Remember me? - Lin Yanjun (masterlist)

When they first met, Lin Yanjun was a flirty but shy literature major who one day took y/n’s notebook by mistake. However, their time together was cut short the moment he became a member of China’s biggest boy group.

Two years after they disbanded, Nine Percent reunites again for an anniversary comeback. The boys grew up and their fame grew with them. Even y/n created a path of her own becoming the number one stylist in the asian fashion industry.

So when the group desperately needs someone to style them for their final comeback, fate decides it’s time for the two to meet again. But how do you reach out for a love that you chose to let go of?

Prologue: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv)

#NINE PERCENT #nine percent imagine #nine percent scenarios #nine percent fic #lin yanjun #yanjun #lin yanjun imagine #lin yanjun scenarios #lin yanjun fin #yanjun fic #yanjun scenario #yanjun imagine #zhu zhengting #huang minghao #fan chengcheng #you zhangjing #cai xukun #wang ziyi #chen linong

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incorrectninepercent · 6 years ago

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Nine Percent as My AO3 Inbox

Linong: Oh shit. It's here and I'm not ready.

Justin: I LITERALLY RAN THROUGH THIS WHOLE FIC AND I HAVE WITNESSED MY ENTIRE FAMILY FALL APART WHAT THE FUCK

Chengcheng: Why is nobody leaving a comment to my big babies???

Xiao Gui: Breaking up my favorite couple? That's a paddlin'.

Zhengting: when u think iTS GONNA BE A SWELL CHRISTMAS BUT N O

Yanjun: wait who is seven knives

Zhangjing: i just binge read this entire fic in one drunk sitting and i’m fucking CRYING SO MUCH I’M BLEEDING TEQUILA OUT MY GODDAMN EYES

Ziyi: hey this is pretty good.

Xukun: ...fuck...

+Bonus

Zhang PD as this entire series of comments: “Oh no baekhyun” “oH NO, BAEKHYUN” “Oh shit Baekhyun” “OH MY GOD. OH NO BAEKHYUN !!!” “Oooh hell no baekhyun!!!!” “... well shit, baekhyun” “oh no no no Byun Bacon.” “BAEKHYUN BACK OFF U LIL BISH I SWEARRR”

And

“oH YES, BAEKHYUN“

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yuhenglesbian · 7 years ago

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Bad Coffee, Good Guys

Pairing: Cai Xukun x Reader

Requested by: @yanjunify

Prompt: First Time Flyer!Reader is nervous and her seatmate Xukun calms her down

Genre: Fluff; University AU

Word Count: 1,996

A/N: Hey baby~ Congratulations on being done with your finals, I’m super glad and I’m sure you’ve done well. Here’s the fic you requested; I hope you’ll like it even though it’s not as good as the ZZT fic you wrote me. Have a safe flight and I hope you’ll have a nice seatmate! I love you

P.S.: When will I learn how to name my fics well rip

“I’ll be fine mom,” you sighed into the phone for what felt like the thousandth in the week alone. “I’ve flown without her before,” you reassured your mother. “I’ll be okay.”

The said ‘her’– your closest friend at your university dorms– grinned at you when you got off the call. “She’s really worried, huh?”

You shook your head in disbelief. “You’d think we’ve never done this before,” you tell her and she just laughed– you couldn’t help but join in.

“I can’t believe you’re going to leave me at this hellhole for two whole days,” you tell her once you’re both done laughing and have started packing once again. “What am I even going to do?”

Your friend only smile and shook her head. “You’ve got to do some things alone, my bub,” she told you half jokingly, patting your shoulder encouragingly. “Who asked you to finish your internships so late?”

You pulled your best ugly face at her. “That is hardly my fault,” you whined, making her laugh as you zipped up her bags, after checking up that she had everything she would need for the flight. “You’re all set to go,” you said, getting up to hug her. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” she said, sincerely. It would be the first time since you’d both entered the university that the both of you wouldn’t be going home together– a reality you’d both been lamenting since the day after her parents sent emergency tickets for her along with a long call telling her how they needed her back early because her older sister was coming back after years.

“What will I do on the flight without you?” she asked you, once you’d both broken the hug. “I can’t even sleep because my pillow won’t be there,” she said, patting your shoulder.

It was your turn to laugh. “Suffer,” you told her mischievously, “this is what you get for leaving me behind here for two whole days.”

She squinted her eyes at you, faking anger and shook her head before hugging you one last time before her 4 AM flight tomorrow. “Good night, Y/N,” she said. “I’ll send you pictures when I’m home.” “You do that and I’ll block you on every account I have,” you said laughing– your laugh resonating in the almost empty corridor of your floor reminding you that you were one of the last people left here for the summers. “Call me when you’re home.”

***

You checked your phone to confirm your worst fear– you’d definitely reached the airport with four hours to waste until your flight; silently you cursed yourself for letting your family convince you that the traffic in your city “would definitely make you late, Y/N; you need to leave with a lot of time to spare.”

You sighed once again at the extremely fresh memory of your mother’s last call just a little more than an hour ago as you were leaving the dormitories and walked towards the check-in line– not like you had anything else to do, now that you were here.

You looked around studying the people checking in while you waited for your turn, sending in silent prayers to which ever supreme power was listening to not let you have a creep for a seatmate. The prayers were almost desperate as the line proceeded– the airport seemed full of creeps today.

“Is this your first time flying?” someone asked from behind and you almost jumped. Turning around to the person, you were pleasantly surprised to see a gentle looking boy with bleached hair– you tried not to judge him for it– looking at you concerned at your reaction. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised, smiling sheepishly and you couldn’t help but be at least slightly charmed by it.

“Yeah, sort of– it’s my first time flying alone,” you answered, returning his smiled. “And it’s fine– I just wasn’t paying attention so I’m at fault.”

“It’s okay,” he said, his smile not disappearing. “Good luck with your first flight alone– they’re usually the worst,” he wished as the both of you went to separate check-in counters.

You couldn’t help but hope he would be your seatmate. Or someone as nice as him, you thought glumly because the chances of him being on the same flight were slim– no one came four hours in advance to domestic flights.

***

The four hours passed easily as you found a cafe and got immersed in the novel you’d picked up just yesterday for the sake of having something to do on the flight. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed until your phone’s alarm rang reminding you that it was time to proceed to the boarding area.

You marked your page and sighed picking up your hand luggage– which was just a backpack with all your summer reads and your laptop.

You looked around as you made your way to boarding, trying to make a final assessment of how your fellow travellers were and you couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed that there was hardly anyone who seemed to be of your own age– you could only hope your seatmate wouldn’t be some creepy middle-aged man like the ones you’d noticed at the cafe and hopefully a nice old lady.

Once you’d found your seat, you settled down and returned to the book until a voice distracted you again. You looked up from your book to see the boy from the check-in line smiling at you. “Looks like we meet again,” he said, putting his luggage in the overhead cabin and taking his seat next to you. “I’m Cai Xukun,” he added after a pause, “now that we’ve met twice the same day, it’s fate’s decree. I’m sort of glad now that I came to the airport so early.”

“Y/N,” you answered. “And was that a flirt?” you added smirking slightly– a part of you wondering where the confidence came from.

He shrugged in reply and returned your smirk with a smile of his own. “Maybe it was,” he replied, making you blush as he started on the book he had with him.

***

“How’s the solo flying looking so far?” he asked after a while.

“Good so far,” you answered. “Hopefully taking off will be fine as well,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Are you scared of flying?” he asked you– part concerned and part curious.

You nodded an affirmative. “I get sort of airsick during takeoffs,” you told him, honestly– his chatty nature making it easy for you to talk to him. “My friend usually distracts me when we fly together but she’s not here this time so,” you trailed off, sighing.

“Aah, I see.”

You find yourself flushing due to embarrassment as silence sets in between the two of you. “I’m sorry about rambling so much,” you say after a few moments.

Xukun looks at you, wide-eyed in confusion and you have take a few moments to come to terms with how huge his eyes are. “Oh no,” he says. “I was just wondering if it would be too prying if I asked you why your friend isn’t here this time– because you’ve mentioned her twice to me and then I got distracted.”

His honest response makes you giggle and Xukun is relieved that he hasn’t made things too awkward. “She went home early this time because she finished earlier,” you tell him. “We have different majors so our schedules didn’t coordinate.”

“Oh, what’s your major?” he asked curiously. “If you don’t mind me asking.” “Oh no, I don’t,” you smiled. “I’m a psychology major. What’s yours? You’re also in uni right?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “theatre major. What’s it like being a psych major?”

“Not at all like it’s hyped up to be,” you sighed, “but it’s interesting even if it’s hectic. How’s it like being an theatre major?”

“Dramatically tough.” He shook his head. “I took a liberal arts course because I didn’t want to be too stressed– big mistake.”

“University generally is a big mistake,” you replied shaking your head and he nodded in agreement just as the transmitters crackled with the captain’s in-flight announcement before he passed it to the head flight attendant to talk about the safety procedures before the plane began its course on the runway before taking off.

“Well fuck,” you breathed, fastening your seatbelt making Xukun laugh. You looked at him confused and slightly offended at him seemingly laughing at your predicament.

“You’re really scared, aren’t you?” he asked, looking back at you intently. You nodded, unable to speak and taken over by shyness due to his complete focus on you.

“It’ll be okay,” he said. “Obviously that doesn’t make things better but like we’ll take off sooner than you think and I’ll be here if it gets too bad, yeah?”

You gulped and took a deep breath in. “Thank you,” you said.

He smiled gently. “You don’t have to thank me. I have a friend at uni who gets car-sick so I can imagine what it must be like for you.”

“W-would you tell me more about this friend?” you asked shakily, your stomach getting queasy as the plane began its ascent. “If you don’t mind, that is. It’ll keep me distracted.”

“Sure,” he said smiling. “He has some pretty interesting escapades at the dorms,” he added, grinning widely at the memory and making you smile back at him shakily by the sheer beauty of his smile and he began narrating tales after tales about his friend.

The take off went pretty smoothly– by the fifth “Tales of Cai Xukun’s Best Friend” as he called them, your stomach was hurting from laughing too much and not from the too intense desire to throw up. The two-hour flight also went by too smoothly and– in your opinion– too soon.

So when the transmitters crackled again with the pilot announcing that you would be landing soon, you found yourself feeling sort of sad. Usually, you’d be really happy that your way-above-sea-level ordeal had ended but this time it also meant that your time with Xukun had also ended and you weren’t really ready to part ways with your new sort-of-crush so soon.

“Wow,” Xukun said once the announcement was over, “that went by faster than it usually does.”

You nodded. “Tell me about it,” you said, trying hard to hide your disappointment. “Seems like Fate only decreed this much time for us,” you smiled, referring to his earlier flirting– or what you thought was flirting, it was right?

“Seems like it,” he agreed returning your smile. “Or you could take me out for coffee once we’ve landed and we could give Fate a big fuck you,” he offered.

You looked at him wide-eyed wondering if you’d heard right. “I mean, only if you want,” he added, hastily reading your shock as a rejection– his ears turning a burning red. “You don’t have if you don’t want to of course but like if you wanted to, I mean– I would like that but if you wouldn’t then–”

“Xukun, I’d like to take you out for coffee,” you said, laughing slightly at how flustered he seemed to have gotten. “I owe you a thank you for being there for me during the flight so…”

“Oh, yeah okay. I meant to imply a date,” he mumbled almost to himself and you could feel your own cheeks getting hot at the idea of a date with him.

“I’d like a date too,” you said, your cheeks turning crimson as he looked at you surprised. “We can figure out a way for me to thank you over the summer but a date sounds nice for now.”

Xukun grinned, his ears still pretty red from the earlier shyness which was fast fading. “Give me your number over coffee and we have ourselves a deal.”

“Sure,” you replied, “but you find us a nice cafe because airport cafes have terrible coffees.”

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yiqiie · 6 years ago

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THE POWER OF NINE // 1

Trigger Warning: explicit language; violence; mentions of drug use

Rating: 16+ only

Word Count: 1,652

previous / next / masterlist

a/n: officially revamped and ready to start! hope you enjoy :)

“They just arrived, their van’s pulling up right now.”

His earpiece crackled faintly as he heard the rustle of movement from the other side. He settled back further into his seat, crystal glass dangling precariously from his fingers as he lightly pressed a few keys on the keyboard in front of him.

The myriad of screens lit up, seamlessly transitioning from their idle state into the hustle and bustle of the city streets and the empty offices that would soon be filled.

He swirled his drink once before letting go, the sound of smashing never hitting as the glass floated in midair, the condensation dripping slowly onto the carpeted floor.

He watched closely as people filed into the room, ignoring the ongoing commentary coming from his earpiece. He counted the number of people appearing, not that he didn’t know already. He had always been steps ahead of everyone else, digging out background files and information on the incoming agents their own superiors probably didn’t know.

His eyes scanned over the familiar faces he had already committed to memory, stopping at the last person who entered the room. His eyes narrowed and he swore slightly under his breath.

His voice sharply cut through the conversation happening through his earpiece, not bothering to hide his obvious irritation.

“Who the fuck is she?”

All the voices ceased momentarily before a voice called out, “Cheng get your ass to work, what the fuck is this situation here?”

A few laughs broke out through the system, leading him to roll his eyes and reach for the drink to his side, swallowing the rest of the amber liquid in one go.

A lazy drawl joined the numerous voices, accompanied by the faint sound of a clicking keyboard.

“I always knew you were obsessed with my ass, babe. I’ve sent the file to you Boss. Our other little friend got swapped out last minute for a desk job. We’ve got Agent Y/L/N instead.”

He blocked out the further jittering, slightly removing the device from his ear so their chatter was only a faint background noise. He twisted his chair back to face his desk, resting the drink in its proper place on the wooden coaster.

The file in question was already displayed across his computer screen, filled with generous slabs of text and photographs. He read silently, already memorising every single detail he found.

His fingers swiftly moved across the keyboard, securing the file into a locked folder even the most experienced hackers would have trouble decoding. As he typed, the door to his office opened quietly, admitting in a tall silhouette who leaned languidly against the door frame and cleared his throat obnoxiously.

“Taking your time, Your Royal Highness?”

His eyes didn’t leave his screen as he finished typing in the last few letters, calmly replying, “You call me that one more time and I’ll have a bullet through your ass faster than you can say goodbye to your pathetic existence.”

His companion only laughed, straightening his suit jacket as he gestured towards the door.

With one last check of his computer, he stood up from his desk chair, grabbing the suit jacket that had been hanging neatly off of it and shrugged it on as he walked out, his partner respectfully letting him pass through the door first.

“Ready for the show?”

Cai Xukun only smirked at the man who walked out behind him. Eyes flicking to the door handle, the door slammed shut on its own, sparking an eye roll and a mutter of ‘show off’.

“Let’s get this party started then, shall we?”

A shrill scream rang out through the room, muffled only by the heavy padding the lined the walls.

Cai Xukun remained stoic, rolling his eyes at the spectacle before him before moving to cross one long leg over the other. He fiddled with the rings on his fingers, paying no attention to what was happening, until suddenly raising his hand for them to stop.

A slight signal through his eyes with a small jerk of his head, the rest of the men left the room, leaving only him and a few members of his inner circle.

The current subject of their attention was slumped over in a chair, panting and gasping as blood trickled from his mouth, holding back screams of agony from the knife that was currently impaled through his hand.

Everyone waited for the definite click of the door to signal it was locked and looked towards their leader for his next move. They knew he liked to be the one to start everything off and they smirked as he slowly got to his feet, brushing off the invisible dust on his jeans. He was purposely wasting time, meaning the end result would ultimately be all the more entertaining.

“You know,” he began nonchalantly, “I really don’t like people. People are self-entitled, arrogant, disloyal. Every time you show your kindness, they take it for granted.”

A flying knife shot towards the man, stopping right before his eyes. Another scream.

“Keep it down, would you? So, do tell me. What made you think it was okay to run off to the feds like that?”

The man was shaking, whether it was from anger, fear or pain, nobody could tell. He gritted his teeth and spat, “Fuck you.”

Cai Xukun sighed. Another piercing scream, followed by what seemed like sobs.

The other men in the room simply watched on, looks of boredom decorating their faces as they impatiently waited for it to end.

“See, Carter, I don’t know why you do this to yourself. I liked you, even trusted you at some point. And you just threw that all away.” Cai Xukun spoke calmly over the man’s screams, his face impassive, his tone friendly, making him seem all the more dangerous, a snake ready to strike.

“Cai, can we please hurry this the fuck up?”

A lilting drawl cuts through, irritated at the prolonged length of time this was taking. He would much rather go check on his club or even better, go home and sleep.

Another jeering vote joined in. “There’s plenty of time, Linong. No rush at all.” The telltale click of a lighter, followed by the cloying scent of cigarette smoke emerging from Wang Ziyi’s lips crawled into the room.

Cai Xukun chuckles lightly at their words and begins his prowl, carefully circling around the chair in which his subject sat.

“Unfortunately, it seems my companions have run out of patience, so now would be a good time to say something.”

At the following silence, Cai Xukun’s gaze hardens, mouth pressed into a thin line as he returns to his original stance in front of the chair. Like clockwork, Ziyi moves to stand behind his leader, Linong joining him on his other side. Their hands rest lightly at their belts, a casual gesture with a more sinister meaning about to be revealed.

“Let’s play a game then, shall we Carter? You know how I love games. It’s called ‘Three Strikes, You’re Out’. We’ll ask you a question and if we don’t like your answer, you get a strike.”

The man in question made no effort to reply, heavy pants and occasional grunts being the only sounds escaping him as he tried to bear with his pain.

The first question came from Linong.

“How much of our money did you manage to swindle?”

A simple warm-up question. They already knew the answer to this one.

“I - don’t - know - ” was the breathy reply. Wrong answer.

A cock of a gun, the pull of a trigger, a ringing shot.

Wails of agony pour out from the man’s mouth now, not bothering to hide his pain. He knows deep down, these are very likely going to be his last few minutes.

“Shit, sorry, I was aiming for your arm, but I guess a leg will do.”

Ziyi’s turn. “How do you find those coordinates?”

A harder question. Still, they knew the answer to this too.

“Saphras - he had been - following - ”

Another shot. More screams of pain that were reduced to moans, as the man’s lips slowly grew pale.

“He was always such a pest. Shame he had to take down Lorin with him too. Now, Linong has to manage the club himself.”

“How considerate of you, Ziyi. I knew you would declare your love for me one day.”

At last, all eyes fell on Cai Xukun. He took one purposeful step forward and bent down to look the man in the eyes.

As brown met blue, he opened his mouth to ask his last question. His voice was nothing but a whisper, a deathly caress as he held his gun loosely by his side.

“Carter, do you know what happens to traitors?”

Blue eyes widened slightly to show panic but before they could blink, the last ringing shot was fired and the man slumped over in his chair, silenced forever.

Cai Xukun eyed the body with distaste, setting his gun back into its usual spot on his belt.

“Cheng has eyes on Saphras. Yanjun is standing by whenever you’re ready.” Linong already had his gun back in its holster, straightening out the cuffs of his shirt sleeves.

“I’ll talk to him. Get someone to clean this shit up.”

Cai Xukun lead the two men out of the room, punching in a complex combination into the hidden keypad that would allow them to open the door.

Linong gestured silently to the two guards standing outside, staying behind to observe their work.

As Cai Xukun strolled away with Wang Ziyi in tow, their footsteps echoing on the hard timber floors, a harsh sigh left his lips as he brought the corner of his jacket up to inspect.

A look of amusement appeared on his partner’s face as he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Cai Xukun took another breath before answering the unasked question.

“Little fucker got his brains on my best suit.”

#first time writing this sort of fix so pls give feedback!#ninepercentnet #9percentnet #nine percent #idol producer #nine percent fics #idol producer fics #nine percent writing #idol producer writing #series: the power of nine #mai tries to write #cai xukun #caixukun

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seungkwanslowqualityenglish · 6 years ago

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Boyfriend!Xukun

Who: Cai Xukun

Word Count: 3562 Words

Genre: Fluff / AU

Request: Yes. “ I love your boyfriend!Chengcheng post! If it's okay, may I request for bullet points boyfriend!Zhengting and boyfriend!Xukun please? Thank you!! “

Sorry this took a while, it was supposed to be posted yesterday, yet, I was feeling unwell and couldn’t finish it. Yet, I hope you enjoy this.

Boyfriend!Chengcheng ll Boyfriend!Zhengting

You and Xukun met at a restaurant.

You were waiting for your date, a blind date your friend had set up.

And they were running late, really late, like 3 hours late.

You were literally tempted to just leave, go home, cry to your pet, eat ice cream, and complain about how much people suck.

You were also considering staying, since he might just be late, like work may have kept him or something.

Since your friend hadn’t given you his number, there was no way you could text him, so you texted her instead.

She finally replied to you after your 2 hours of constant texting, with just a simple sorry, and a long paragraph.

After reading some of the paragraph, you decided you would leave.

Part of you was angered that this person had the audacity to not even say he was leaving, just because he in his opinion you were ugly.

Like you, ugly, this person needed glasses.

The other part of you was angered that someone could be so vain.

Just as you were getting ready to leave, someone slid into the seat across from you.

Xukun and his friends had just arrived about ten minutes before, and while the group of 9 were waiting to be seated, he noticed a person that seemed to be alone and texting someone.

As they were finally making their ways to their table, he overheard a waiter telling another waiter, that it had been about 3 hours and they were going to kick you out of your table so they could seat another couple.

For some reason, after he watched your face fall as you read a text, he felt compelled to dine with you.

After he told one of his friends what he was doing, he moved over to your table, and sat down.

He sat down as you were grabbing your stuff to leave, and you just looked at him confused.

“I thought you could use some company.” He simply says, after seeing your confused look.

You then decided that your day couldn’t get any worse, so why not eat dinner with a complete stranger.

At least he had more manners than the guy you were set on a blind date with.

It was a few minutes of awkward silence, before a waiter had came back to your table, giving Xukun a dirty look, assuming he was the blind date you had been waiting for.

After the waiter made a snarky comment about making sure you aren’t three hours late next time, Xukun finally spoke to you.

“Three hours?” He asked, he personally knew himself if his date had stood him up for over an hour, he would have left.

Nodding your head, you just looked down at your plate. “Yeah.” You simply replied.

He was honestly just really confused, since like who would stand up someone like you, he personally knew he never would have.

“I can’t believe someone would stand you up.” He said, which made you feel sorta better.

Since at least he had the decency to sit with you, while your blind date couldn’t even tell you to your face that he refused to go on the date with you.

After that the conversation just sorta flowed, and soon you two were talking like old friends.

You two were enjoying yourself so much, that it wasn’t until the restaurant was about to close, that you realized you should probably leave.

He gave you his number, before saying that he’d like to take you on an official date.

You two started texting, and just the next day he asked you out, and you of course said yes.

The next two days were honestly mildly nerve wracking, since you actually wanted to impress him.

When it came to the day of the date, part of you wanted to call and cancel, but you didn’t.

To say he was captivated by your beauty when he picked you up, would be an understatement.

If it wouldn’t have probably freaked you out, he would have literally stared at you for a good five minutes, but he knew that would probably freak you out.

He’d probably use some stupid pick up line he heard Yanjun or Justin use once, like, “Does the Louvre know their most beautiful sculpture has escaped or am I just blessed?”

He would probably take you to a restaurant for dinner, yet the date wouldn’t end there.

He would make sure that you eat dinner early enough, so that you can go get coffee.

He would probably take you somewhere cute, like this little cute cat cafe or sheep cafe, some sort of cafe that happens to have one of your favorite animals.

You two would honestly have such a great time, Xukun would probably order a ton of pastries and little sweet things like that, for you two to share.

You two would enjoy your coffee or tea, pastries, and talk, before starting to pet whatever animal the cafe is for.

He would honestly love it since he would just find it so adorable, how cute you were petting it.

He wouldn’t let you pay for anything, he feels the need to treat you since he’s the one that asked you out.

If possible, you enjoyed this date more than the first, even though the first wasn’t really planned.

It would lead to a third and fourth and fifth, before you two are just dating steadily.

Xukun would probably take it slow, like really slow, he’s not gonna try anything unless he’s 110% you want it also.

It would be your tenth date when Xukun finally kisses you.

You honestly would be like why hasn’t he kissed me yet, since you’ve been dating like a good two months.

It happens when you two were standing on your doorstep, as he dropped you off at home, and he’d probably be staring at your lips and mutter something about wanting to kiss you.

He doesn’t realize you heard him, but you are just like “Do it then.”

And he does.

You two would probably make it official about a week later.

He would be really shy about it too, he probably wouldn’t really ask you until you ask him, what he thought you two were.

Despite wanting to take it slow, he definitely says I love you first.

Like he’s honestly pretty sure about his feelings for you when you’ve been dating for like three months, but he just didn’t want to say it that early, since he thought it might scare you off.

Says he isn’t cute.

Is actually the cutest.

But don’t tell him or he’ll spend all day trying to prove to you he’s manly.

Or you know, maybe tell him, since he’ll spend all day trying to carry you around and prove his strength.

Maybe just tell him he’s cute if you don’t mind being carried around all day, as he tries to prove he’s manly.

When you two are walking near a road, he always has to have you on the side away from the road, like he won’t allow you to walk by the road where vehicles are going by.

If there is a puddle, you can bet he’s picking you up and carrying you over it, or he’s gonna put his jacket down over it so you can walk over it without getting your shoes wet.

But more than likely he’ll just carry you across it, since he doesn’t really wanna go through the hassle of getting his coat dry cleaned.

He would always be a gentleman.

He has to open the door for you.

He’ll run around the vehicle just to open the door for you and close it.

He’ll always go wherever you want to go.

Even if he’s extremely extremely tired, he’ll still go with you.

Even if it’s somewhere he doesn’t want to go, he’ll still go with you.

He’ll always be willing to go shopping with you.

He won’t admit he likes shopping, but honestly, he likes shopping.

You’ll never pay for things though, since he’s like no no no it’s my treat; yet, if you fight him, like no, I’ll pay, he’ll let you.

He lowkey loves seeing you be independent and pay for yourself, since like damn they are just with me for the money.

He’ll also buy you little pastries and ice cream and stuff that you like.

But he’ll often just buy one so you two have a share.

Like you know that couple that shares a milkshake, that is you two, since he’ll buy one, you’ll share it.

Yet if you are still hungry or thirsty, he’ll buy another for you to share.

He’ll always let you steal his food, but to start he’ll feel bad about stealing your food.

That is until you are like “I steal your food so you can steal mine” and then he’ll sorta start doing it.

It’ll take a while before he will do it without your encouraging, since to start he will think he might take something you like or want to eat.

If you are ever stressed, he will literally take a whole day off work, just to help you destress and calm down and all.

The type of boyfriend to see you sad and text you like “Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das, and das not good.”

When you are sad, he’ll do everything in his power to make you happy again.

Once he ever said he’d sell his soul if that was the only way to make you smile again.

Your happiness and health, he feels is more important than his.

Yet, you feel his happiness and health are more important than yours, so you two balance each others out.

He’ll really do anything to see your beautiful smile, especially when you’re sad.

He would do things like play with your hair, if you allowed him too.

He would especially love it if you laid your head in his lap, so he could pet your hair.

He won’t admit it, but he loves it when you do it to him also.

Like let him lay down and rest his head in your lap, and play with his hair, and he’s literally just like how did I get such an angel.

He’d probably falls asleep also.

He would love to just hold you in his arms.

Like going out for a date, nice.

But staying in and cuddling while watching a movie, even better.

Like he loves showing you off, while going out on fancy dates.

Yet staying at home, ordering way too much take out, and just cuddling all night, the best date to him.

He literally has 3 moods.

Cute as hell, while saying he’s not cute.

And rude as hell, while probably doing some moves from Mack Daddy or I Wanna Get Love.

Along with the usual all the above, honestly it’s not that rare, it’s how he usually is.

He’ll act all cute then start singing I Wanna Get Love to you.

He loves just pulling you into his lap.

He’ll often do it.

Like you’ll be hanging out with Nine Percent and there is a completely empty seat, but Xukun is like “Well, no empty chairs, guess you gotta sit in my lap.”

And you’ll be like “There is one there.”

And he’s just like “No empty seats to be seen.” and just pull you into his lap.

He loves holding your hand.

Like whether in public or private, he doesn’t care.

He’s that boyfriend that will hold your hand and lead you around when in public.

He won’t admit it, but if he sees you getting closer to another one of the Nine Percent members, he’s gonna swoop in and steal you away.

He gets easily jealous, like it’s not that he wants to be really possessive of you, he just doesn’t trust other guys around you.

Except Linong, he trust Linong because Linong is a baby.

Zhenghao too, since Zhenghao might as well be his child.

He won’t be a petty person when jealous though, he’ll just pout all cutely until you kiss him and remind him that you love him, not whoever it was you were with.

He probably has a whole playlist dedicated to you.

He has many, like to be honest.

He has one of soft songs that makes him think of you, one of songs he think you might like, one of songs that can be used for date nights that he thinks you’ll like, and he probably has a sex playlist, I Wanna Get Love is probably on it.

When he does takes you out for dates, he goes all out.

Like suit and all, nothing basic for you, only the best.

He’ll also buy you something fancy to wear for it.

Like you’ll get home and there will be a bag on the bed, and he’s just like “Wear that for the date tonight.”

He would take you to an art museum or a really fancy restaurant.

He probably orders the most expensive thing on the menu like only the most expensive for my baby.

But then it taste horrible and he’s like only the best tasting food for my baby and orders something else.

He honestly can make outfits better than you can.

You’ll just let him loose in your closet and he’ll make you like a week worth of outfits.

He will then lowkey make his outfits that week match yours in some way.

He’s not into big couple outfits, but like coordinated items.

Like you both wear red sweaters but nothing else is the same.

Or he’d be into little couple items.

Like you two have couples phone cases.

Or matching lockets with photos of each other in them.

He can and will celebrate all the little couple holidays and anniversaries.

Like happy one month, six months, one year, 400 days, and all.

He probably celebrates Pocky Day also, and you are just like we don’t live in Japan though, but he just wants a reason to kiss you other than just wanting to kiss you.

He’ll deny it, but he lives for your attention.

Like if you don’t give him attention at least once every twenty minutes, he thinks he’s dying.

Like even if it’s just a peck on the cheek, he needs it.

Texts you numerous times a day.

90% are just him saying I love you, and the other 10% is good morning, good evening, good night, and just all the other stuff.

He’ll spam you with text and photos and memes often, which is mostly just him saying I love you.

He will take you to fairs and win you all the stuffed animals he can.

He’ll spend like $100 to win you the animal you wanted, but when you ask him how much he spent, he’s like “Oh only $10.”

For your first White Day as a couple he buys you a huge teddy bear.

He’ll literally buy you the biggest one he can.

He’ll then be like, when I’m not hear, you can cuddle it and think of me.

He will kiss you often too.

Like after your first kiss, he ain’t probably gonna ever stop kissing you.

Unless he’s sick, but he’ll probably kiss you without realizing he’s sick and he’ll get you sick.

He’ll always be sorry about it however.

His kisses go from 1 to 100 real quick.

He’ll go from kissing your nose softly, to giving you hickeys on your neck, to you better hope none of the babies in Nine Percent enter the room since this might seem like something it isn’t.

If you two are on a sofa, you will more than likely end up being pulled on top of him, as you kiss him, since he likes that contact when you two makeout.

Like you’ll be cooking and you’ll go from him softly kissing your neck, to you on the counter him between your legs, trying to pull you as close to him as he can get you, while you two make out.

His favorite place to kiss you is definitely your neck.

Like he’ll just pull you into his lap and start kissing along your neck.

To start he’s like ‘this is sorta weird’ but then five seconds later he’s like ‘wait no this is nice’.

He can and will cover your neck in hickeys, and probably laugh later when you complain about having to cover it all.

He’ll always offer you a scarf, or offer to help you cover it with makeup.

He can help you cover it with makeup, but you’ll have to redo it, since he’ll be laughing so much he’ll mess it up.

He can do your makeup really well, but don’t expect it to be good if he starts laughing.

He loves playing with your hair, yet other than basic ponytails, he can’t do your hair.

He’s a prince, and so he probably calls you princess/prince.

He also has other pet names he likes to use with you, like kitten, babe, baby, and stuff.

He probably has you saved in his phone as something like ‘My Princess/Prince’ with like 5 heart emojis.

He loves picking you up and carrying you around.

You can be taller than him or weigh more than he does, but he doesn’t care.

If you are like “No I’m too fat/tall.” he’s just like “What, who told you that, give me a name so I can beat them up, you aren’t fat/too tall.”

If you say something bad about yourself he’s just like “I said I’d fight the next person that said something bad about you, so square up babe.”

When you two sleep, you two always sleep in each others cuddling.

It’s honestly really cute, and if you fall asleep at the dorms, you can bet the other Nine Percent members are taking photos and sending them to you two.

He will always wake you up with a kiss, and then probably act like the prince from Snow White like he’s awakened you from your eternal slumber.

If you don’t want to get up, he’ll literally pick you and just carry you into the living room.

Yet, if you wake up first and try to wake him, and he doesn’t, just kiss his face repeatedly and he finally will.

If you try to be like “No don’t kiss me, I have morning breath.” he’s like “So, I don’t care, I do too.”

He would enjoy watching the sunrise and sunset with you.

But he is never up early enough for the sunrise.

So he just watches the sunset with you.

Constantly says stuff like, “The sunset might be beautiful, but you are more beautiful.”

He honestly can’t wait to meet your parents.

Even if they speak a total other language, he will learn as much of it as he can, before meeting them.

He’s probably the one that brings up meeting your parents first.

He also can’t wait for you to meet his.

Like his parents practically already know all about you, since he calls his mom daily just to tell her that he loves her, and always ends up talking for a good hour about how much he loves you too.

Just like how you will try you best to impress his parents, he’ll try his best to impress your parents, but really neither of you needed to try, since they already loved you.

He’ll google himself, and then show you photos and videos that come up.

He’ll probably also complain about something like the top photo doesn’t look that good.

Doesn’t want to admit it, but he’ll laugh when you trip or fall, but immediately after run over to help you up.

He will cook with you, but he’s not the best cook.

Like leave him to chopping, measuring, and mixing.

But don’t trust him to use the oven or stove unless it’s for something like ramen.

If you let him pick a recipe to make, he’ll pick something really difficult and fancy, just so you two can cook together for a long time.

He’ll love just coming up behind you as you cook, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your neck, and then rocking you back and forth, as much as he can without disrupting your cooking.

Food either ends up perfect or burnt, no in between.

Yet, if it’s burnt, he’s always willing to get take out.

Arguments are rare, but when they happen, they happen badly.

Like he won’t speak to you for a week, until you apologize or he realizes he was wrong and apologizes.

You can always tell when he’s mad since you don’t get your usual 50 I love you text a day.

While some people might want others to help them, he doesn’t.

Helping him or trying to makes it worse.

Just leave him alone until he calms down himself.

Since if you try to help him, he can sometimes explode and say things and do things he didn’t and doesn’t mean.

He’d honestly just be the sweetest and most loving boyfriend ever, since like while he might get rude sometimes dancing to Mack Daddy or I Wanna Get Love, he’ll always be the sweetest to you.

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linzhangjun · 6 years ago

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A sneak-peak to my new xingkun fic “Too woo and snog”. On ao3 in a near future!

This one also goes out to my love @sleeplessstrawberry

“Fuck off,” Xukun told Zhou Rui, not for the first time.

“So rude,” Zhou Rui said and waved his hand dismissingly. “But as I was saying, you need to step up your game if you want to woo Zhang PD.”

“You speak like an old book, who even says woo nowadays?” Ziyi commented from his spot on Xukun’s bed.

“Shut up, bro,” Zhou Rui told him. “Woo is an excellent word.”

“You’re both crackheads,” Xukun said and flopped down on his bed beside Ziyi.

“But you love us,” Ziyi said with his typical small, knowing smile.

“Debateable.”

“As I was saying,” Zhou Rui said loudly and looked down on Xukun, who discreetly tried to hide behind Ziyi. “Do you like Zhang PD, Xukun?”

“You know the answer to that question,” Xukun said sourly.

“Yes or no?”

“… yes.”

“Good. Do you want to woo him?”

“I wouldn’t say woo…” Xukun started, but Zhou Rui interrupted him.

“Do you want to woo him?”

“… yes.”

“Good. Then here’s the plan...”

#i decided to put out sneak-peaks on my fics #one point of it is to make myself write more consistently #let's see if i can keep it up #i mean #i want to be more active on the fandom here in tumblr #so here goes nothing #cai xukun #zhang yixing #xingkun #idol producer #nine percent #wang ziyi #zhou rui #fanfiction

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kingziyiismypuddin · 6 years ago

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When are we eating haidilao(hotpot)?

Summary:

Usually mystical powers happens in movies, books, internet and extera. This time, it doesn’t just happen in fantasy. It happens in real life.

On the outskirts of China, near the mountainside, a lab was conducting an experiment on what you would call them 'demons', they call them 'psyclones'. They're grey smokey blobs that can change into anything they want. When I mean they, I mean the psyclones. They have high intelligence that not even the scientists know about. A few of them, tested out the scientists to see if they can catch on on how much smarter they are compared to the scientists. One of the scientists finally caught on and conducted an experiment that created a phenomenon in China......

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So it’ll be centered around my oc Reina and I’m making Justin her lil bro...

A highschool au with powers and what not

Senior: None....

Junior: You Zhangjing

Sophmore: Lin Yanjun

Freshmen: Reina (OC), Zhu Zhengting, Wang Ziyi

Middle Schoolers: Cai Xukun, Xiao Gui

Grade Schoolers: Chen Linong, Fan Chengcheng, Justin

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This is honestly gonna mess. Hope y’all up for the ride... I’m not gonna really say much since I’m such a bad planner and this is off a whim of a fic.

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kyubinns · 6 years ago

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this is my first zhengkun fic which is inspired by one of my fav movies!! i hope you like it~

#NINE PERCENT #npc #9%#idol producer #nex7 #yuehua #yuehua next #zhu zhengting #jung jung #cai xukun #bi wenjun #wang ziyi #huang minghao #justin #fan chengcheng #fic #zhengkun #zhengkun fic #fanfic

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nognong-blog · 7 years ago

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with the fire that you started in me (2/?)

requested: no pairing: chen linong/cai xukun, wang ziyi/cai xukun rated: 13+ (abuse, depression, cheating) genre: angst

the hallways are quiet; to be expected at five in the morning. linong passes the classrooms and lets his hurried feet lead him all the way to the third floor—up the staircases, past his classroom, the physics lab and the small gate leading to the school balcony garden—to the student council office. he knows he has no duty today. he already finished all the paperwork he had left when it was saturday; even the ones he could’ve just done some other time. but linong is there. his back against the door, his breathing resounding against the lone hall. he didn’t know if it was from jumping over a few stairs as he climbed up or if he was so nervous his lungs had caught wind of his palpitating heart and decided to follow suit. but he’d soon held his breath. stopped it altogether. he needed to.

linong knew, even before he ran for recording secretary, that cai xukun was always first to the student council office. if linong were to recall it, and he really can, he’d see the sprouting of new leaves on dead tree branches, the sun burning through clouds and asphalt melting the soles of his shoes. it was nearing summer, during his freshman year. cai xukun was a junior. xukun still had his bangs up to his eyelids, and linong could barely make sense of his face from under the obscurity, but linong knew xukun would be pretty, either way. it was also the same hour and minute as this. five in the morning, but it had looked like twelve in the afternoon. the sun had already risen so high and it was ready to sink so low. linong needed to go to school early for punishment; he’d been texting in class, and its equivalent was to help the janitors clean classrooms before school started.

linong had just dragged his body everywhere, holding the broom, sweeping the floors, wiping windows. but he didn’t feel too empty when he was watering the flowerbeds. watering them felt like he was giving out his heart, and this was enough to make up for an entire morning spent in sweat with damp hands. when he was about to finish, he decided to clean one last classroom. it was at the very far-end of the third floor. ‘student council office’, it flashed onto its placard, taped and re-taped many times on the top part of the doorframe. linong had let himself in, a bucket and a mop in his two hands, and cai xukun looked up from the papers he had in both of his two hands. and linong couldn’t breathe, just like now, but he’d still managed to mop the floors. he had still managed to survive it. and that was that.

linong hears something from inside the office. it’s soft and it’s quiet; almost invisible, if linong hadn’t been so alert. it sounds of xukun’s voice, and someone else’s, humming deeply against xukun’s echo. there was hard breathing, and the breathing would suddenly stop and continue again. linong moved, knowing quite well what it had all sounded like. he didn’t know why he moved. he didn’t want to, but he does. the window right next to the door had been left open. linong slowly pushes his right shoulder down, hunching his back to make himself smaller and smaller, and peers through the gap between the glass.

xukun and a taller man were by the very corner of the office. linong squints; he recognizes the man. for a moment, all linong could see were their lips locked together and xukun’s hands gripping the hem of his blouse until his knuckles faded white, but his mind buzzes and he is left looking at the face of the man that had xukun’s shaking shoulders in his hold.

it was wang ziyi, a senior that graduated last year.

deep into the kiss, xukun is the first to separate. between their lips, linong hears xukun’s shaky breath. and linong sees more. more bruises, more scratches, more red, black and blues on his face, and they are fresh, unlike those from saturday��s that looked like wounds over wounds over wounds; a month’s worth of them.

wang ziyi leaves through the other door on the side far across where linong was, and xukun sits, and he looks over his papers, and he fills every blank line—he does not wipe away the teardrops that smear the ink all over, and he does not give himself time to catch his breath even when his cheeks and lips had been drained of their color—xukun does his duties as the vice president. and that was that.

#nine percent #nine percent fanfiction #nine percent fics #nongkun #chen linong #cai xukun #wang ziyi #cai xukun/chen linong #chen linong/cai xukun #9%#xunong #my*fics #with the fire that you started in me

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vicccwrites · 6 years ago

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Poison - Cai Xukun

(A/N: I never thought that any of my fics would ever need a trigger warning,, but here we are? This was originally supposed to have a fluffy ending?? Which didn’t happen at all lmao. This was requested by @mitzi-cs, and I know your request said a bit of fluff? Sorry but this isn’t fluffy at all and ending up turning pretty dark so uhm?? I hope that’s ok?? You wanted angst, so angst I will give you! This isn’t something that I would usually write so you’ll have to lmk what you think ^^ Enjoy~ <33)

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(Trigger Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Death)

You knew it was coming. It had been stewing for a long time, but your sense of pride made you refuse to admit it. What you didn’t expect, though, was for it to hurt so fucking much. Why wouldn’t it? He was the boy of your dreams – or at least, he had been.

It started small. Hiding text messages from you, sneaking away at weird hours and placating your worries with the excuse of work; but then being awoken to the concerned texts of his groupmates, wondering where he was. Deep down, you always knew Xukun was cheating on you. There simply wasn’t any other answer.

Things gradually started to get worse. It went from decently hidden night-time escapades to blatantly obvious lunch with “friends”. From seeing him every day to maybe glimpsing a peek of his retreating figure heading out the door once or twice a week. Sure, you believed him at the start. But a year later? Not so much.

Schedules stopped lining up. The two of you simply stopped trying to make things work anymore. Half-hearted dates were planned, but he would always cancel, or work would get in the way. You tried to make him see sense, to make him fall back in love you and let things go back to the way they were. At this point, you weren’t even sure he was worth the effort anymore.

There was an awkward silence every time you were so much as in the same room as your boyfriend – if he could even still be called that. The tension between the pair of you was nearly unbearable, but neither of you mentioned it. Xukun all but moved out of your shared townhouse, taking a good majority of his stuff with him. It was left empty, just like your heart.

On the nights where he bothered to stumble through the doors of your abode, hair tousled and clothes rumpled – a good indicator of his previous activities, he would curl up on the other side of the bed or sometimes even opt to spend the night on the couch. Long gone were the days where you would cuddle into his side, snuggling into his body heat and falling asleep to the sound of his angelic singing. Instead, here you were, barely able to look the other in the eye.

“Y/N! Stop acting like you know what it’s like! To be an idol – I’m the leader of Nine Percent for fuck’s sake! You can’t just expect me to give that all up?” he yelled. After a year and a half, you had finally had enough, cornering him after he showed up in your kitchen late one night after doing who knows what; and judging from the stench of alcohol that clung to his clothes, he wasn’t completely sober either. Well, technically, you shared the place, but he hadn’t been home in over a week. A week that he was here, in town, supposedly getting some well-needed time off from work.

Your eyes hardened, voice steeling itself into an icy tone.

“You sometimes like to forget, Xukun, that I’m an idol too. I worked my ass off to get here, just like you did. I understand perfectly, and I’m not the one who keeps cancelling! If you aren’t going to be committed to this relationship – fuck, were you ever? I’m not a complete idiot – then get the hell out of here.”

“Well maybe if your group wasn’t a complete flop then that wouldn’t be the case,” Xukun sneered. You froze, the success (or lack thereof) that your group had was not something the two of you talked about a lot. It was, in fact, one of your greatest insecurities. Watching him stomp up the stairs, you couldn’t help but choke out a sob as the memories came flooding back to you.

Him holding you. Him comforting you, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you cried your heart out. Him caring about you. Shit, when was the last time that happened? 20 months ago? Longer?

His footsteps thundered in the deafening silence, presumably heading to your- his bedroom. It was his room now. You were done, you decided. You were long since fed up with him, and it was about damn time that you faced the realities of that fact. Walking out of the apartment with nothing but a couple of necessities, you fumbled to your best friend’s house.

She let you in after a single glance of your tear-stained cheeks, knowing better than to ask by now. Dropping onto the couch with a sigh, you accepted the warm mug of hot cocoa with a grateful smile. Thank goodness at least some people seemed to have your back.

The palpitations started soon after. You thought nothing of them at first, too consumed with your thoughts to even notice something was wrong. After a couple minutes though, you were convulsing on the floor in pain, begging your friend to call an ambulance. Fuck- to do anything more than stare at you with a pitying gaze as she watched on. What the hell was going on?

You didn’t hear the door open, but you did see a familiar frame stalk into your line of sight. It was him. The one, the only, Cai Xukun himself. Waltzing onto your friend’s lap and kissing her squarely on the lips, uncaring of the body shaking on the living room floor. All along, it had been her. Right under your nose, and yet you were still too blind – too afraid – to realise it. The sight of pure betrayal was your last before your heart gave out and refused to beat anymore.

It was too late for regrets. You were gone, and there wasn’t anyone to blame but your own damn pride.

#cai xukun #cai xukun imagines #cai xukun scenarios #nine percent #nine percent scenarios #nine percent angst #nine percent imagine #nine percent fic #9 percent #9 percent scenarios #9 percent imagines #idol producer #idol producer scenarios #idol producer imagine

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jaejoongs-nipple-piercing · 2 years ago

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In reference to my current pinned post, I think I'll actually write for any of them, if someone would be willing to ask for a paid story. Only fluff though, unless you're ok with incredibly weird cracks up like the Cai Xukun fic I wrote.

#personal post #sorry but i still need extra money #i will look on reddit later once i figure out what exactly it is i need to look for #and i need to list more things on mercari this weekend

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xiaosean · 4 years ago

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Now that this hell year is almost over let’s celebrate the good things! If you’re receiving this it means you have made someone’s year better. Tell who on tumblr has made this year better for you (as many people as you like, it can be something as small as liking your posts or sending something sweet) and share some of the content you’ve enjoyed (your own or others)

putting this under a cut because 😳😳😳

@yiqiie miss mai 🥺 i honestly forgot when we began talking but at this rate we sorta just scream at each other fjdhsjkf but !!! you get me on a whole different level & share jessica with me; i came into this fandom relatively late but you were just so welcoming on your cai xukun blog LMAO and super supportive of all my content // thx for staying up with me and turning more hysterical and nonsensical as we became more sleep deprived 😔💕 she’s the best 宝贝 in the world, y’all could never 😌

@zuyilong sennen 😭 you’re actually the bestest and the first mutual i talked to on this blog! and god... thanks for introducing me to wangxian fics and making my year significantly better 🥰 ik our conversations go all over the place but you get it, you just !!! we’re so off topic most of the time but honestly, talking to you has my made year more eventful; also did i mention, your content is so amazing & i appreciate you for sharing it with me oml 😳 every time you show me i just stare and die a little bc that’s how amazing it is.

@xiaoxzhan you’re like my mental support system on tumblr for obvious reasons & just how do you produce quality content in such a timely manner? xiao zhan is lucky to have you on this platform 😌 he’s privileged. my dms open for you 24/7, and we can be each other’s tumblr voids ❤️

@xzstudios rapa ma’am ✨ i hope you’re well & taking care of yourself! just wanted to tell you that imysm 🥺 and thank you for that beautiful birthday gfx you made for me this year 😢❤️ you know i love wwx’s ribbon over anything else in the world; thanks for being super supportive + nice here; tumblr just ain’t the same without you here, but !!! please take time for yourself and live your best life bb

@yibowang my fav fav fav yibo blog !!! tbh i get my daily dose of yibo from you > any other source bc it seems more reliable (?) idk; but brenda! blog goals 😌🔥 you’re such a big mood honestly and lol we mainly spill tea and scream in the comments, but you’re the only mutual here who understands my yearning for mainland idols to speak cantonese fdhjkfs // thanks for providing me with yibotonin 💕 wait lemme try this... nei hou sei lei ah ✨ i’m gonna cry to you when 陈 sir comes, give me live updates plz.

people who make amazing content & have made my 2020 + experience in this fandom a blessing: @fengqing @paulyubin (em & hope! tysm for mdzsnet) @wangxiians @lan-xichens @jacksonyees @jingyilan @linglynz (ani ani ❤️ your svsss content i’m screaming) @gusucloud @zhansww @xueyanggg @fytheuntamed @mylastbraincql (mei i read all your tags 🥰) @baoshan-sanren @lanwuxianz @leonzhng @candicewright @leoyunxi @laoih @sarah-yyy @yibobibo (aamna you’re the best 🥺💕) @aheartfullofjolllly (tbh pat your talent > the world, i love all your gifsets) @stebeee @thirdofjune @bees0are0awesome @lanszhan @lanzhanjun @distantsnows @hualian (macy, every friday i give your blog at least 15 mins of traffic 😌) @9pcrcent @nyx4 @wei-gege @xiaozhan-hase @madetolove @sarawatsaraleo @yibocheeks @manhasetardis @hoexian @coffhwee @backtogusu @tiesanjiao @she @yibuo @clqs @sobichen

#replies #anon #mutuals 🌻#is this an appreciation post? more likely than you think.

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yuhenglesbian · 6 years ago

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金継ぎ

Pairing: Chen Linong x Reader

Requested: Nah,, I just felt an intense to write this.

Genre: Angst (oops?)

Trigger Warning(s): Self Harm

Word Count: 2,193

A/N: “What on earth did this turn into?” – Top 10 Questions Science Can’t Answer and Neither Can I Even Though I Wrote This. I really hope it’s worth it though and I hope I didn’t romanticize this stuff.

Also about the title:

金継ぎ or ‘kintsugi’ is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver or platinum. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object rather than something to hide. [Wikipedia]

Chen Linong is invisible. Maybe not literally, but he might as well be considering how he passes people without them noticing– his face almost always down covered by his hoodie, the sleeves pulled so far low that his hands are barely visible. He barely talks to anyone, if at all– speaking only when someone asks him anything which is rare. He isn’t cold, anyone sharing a class with him will tell you that; on the contrary, he’s helpful– picking up after people silently and unnoticeably– which isn’t hard considering how no one seems to notice him in the first place. Chen Linong isn’t memorable because he barely gives anyone something to remember him by and that’s how he manages to be invisible– nothing more than a ghost who people don’t approach unless they absolutely, desperately need something.

Chen Linong is invisible but if you were being completely honest with yourself, he’s all you can see when you’re in the same space as him. He’s silent and passing but he’s always there on your mind. Your head is filled with thoughts of him– of wanting to slip off the hood he covers his face with and of pushing back his fringes so you can see his face. Chen Linong isn’t memorable because you can’t ever reduce him to just a memory– not when every little detail about him seems to be seared into your mind, ready to be recalled the second you close your eyes. If he was a ghost, your mind was haunted by nothing but the thoughts of him.

***

Linong’s eyes light up a little when you step inside the small cafe his family owns– it’s even better since you’re alone today. Lately, he feels that the only time he sees you is when you’re with people and honestly while he’s really happy you’re making friends, it makes him feel a little left out– like there’s nowhere he belongs anymore and that’s a feeling he’s too familiar with.

You smile when your eyes meet his and when he smiles back, a familiar feeling of warmth pools inside your gut. You’ve known Linong for almost all your life and you’ve loved his smile for at least half– if not all– of it and the feeling is intensified because he rarely smiles anymore, especially not at other people. It makes you feel a little special. You exchange greetings and proceed to take a seat at the counter and look around waiting for him to join you with your orders.

The cafe is nearing closing time and the crowd has thinned considerably; the only people who linger around are old customers or a few university students who’re killing time before returning home after their evening classes. You’ve always been a little in awe of the cafe the Chens run– it’s small and homely with an endless playlist of Yiruma playing in the background like an afterthought. It’s the sort of cafe where you could easily get lost doing your own thing and that had always been what Linong’s parents– especially his father– wanted the cafe to be. A wave of sadness hits you at the thought of Linong’s father– it’s been almost two years since he passed away and you miss him a little– you can’t say you knew him well but he was always sweet and funny and helpful whenever you came over to the Chens’ house or their cafe. Admittedly, your sadness comes more from knowing that Linong misses his father much more than anyone would imagine– it was after his death that Linong began receding into a shell and stopped smiling as often as he did, becoming the ghost of the boy you’d known all your life– the very ghost that most of your classmates knew now.

You’re mulling over the memories of how he used to be, your heart breaking slowly at all the changes he’s undergone when Linong returns. “Here you go,” he says quietly, offering you a small smile as he takes a seat next to you. You smile gratefully and wrap your hands around the cup of caramel macchiato that he’s set before you. “Thank you, Nongnong,” you whisper and he offers you another small smile.

The next few minutes pass quietly as the two of you get absorbed in your own thoughts, drinking your coffee. The silence is comfortable with Yiruma’s If I Could See You Again playing quietly in the background. It’s a silence both of you are used to probably from all the evenings you’d spend in middle school at his house completing due homework– working silently alongside each other and speaking only if you needed to cross check answers while his parents played an assorted mix of Yiruma and Beethoven and talked quietly in the background.

Linong uses this time to admire you and the way the lighting of the cafe brings out the warmth in your skin making you glow as though you have a million small suns inside you. He’s always in awe of you lately– with how you’re unmissable even in a crowd and with how no one he’s ever known could deny how easily you draw people to you. He’s known that he was in love with you for a long time but now, after everything in his life has happened, he’s also extremely grateful for you– because even though you may not know it, you’re the only person besides his mother who makes him want to live anymore. A part of him wants to tell you but the thought of voicing how he feels instinctively makes him run his thumb over the scars on his arms that he keeps hidden with his oversized hoodies. They would never love someone like you– they deserves much better, the voice inside him tells him. And so he keeps his feelings to himself and admires you silently.

It’s you who breaks the silence once you’ve finished your coffee. “How are you Nongnong, really? How is therapy?” you ask, placing your cup down and turning all your attention to him. Linong sighs, your voice breaking his train of thought and meets your gaze making the butterflies in your stomach flutter around like they do in spring.

“I’m okay,” he replies after a few moments, the words coming out slowly as if he’s trying them out. “Therapy is good– my therapist is nice. He’s funny… Kind of reminds me of dad.” The smile on his face is bitter with sadness. “But I guess it’s supposed to be this way,” he continues, “Freudian concept of transference and whatnot, right?”

You nod. A part of you wants to ask him more but you’re afraid of how he would react if you did. “You’ll be okay, Nong,” you tell him instead. “Things will get better from here out.”

The words make him look at you you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong because he looks angry– like he wants to snap at you for your hopeful optimism but instead he just nods absently and begins to clear the table you’ve been sharing. “Thank you for coming over today, Y/N,” he says and you know that the evening is over. “I hope they will.”

You offer him a smile. “Talk to me in school sometime,” you mumble almost to yourself. “I miss your voice sometimes.” Nongnong hears it anyway but he pretends he hasn’t– instead letting you see yourself out of the cafe as he makes his way back into the kitchen. You don’t deserve her, he tells himself over and over.

***

So much of pop culture around you was filled with the idea that a masterpiece was essentially broken– irreparably so for that matter. There were countless songs and books and films based on that idea; of someone falling in love with a person who was broken– drawn to the thrill of the sharp edges that come with broken pieces and to the idea of fixing what was broken– of joining the pieces like a puzzle and filling the remaining gaps with something akin to the Japanese ‘kintsugi.’

You didn’t believe it. You didn’t think people were masterpieces, not specifically when they were falling apart– when the tremors started, leaving cracks in their wake. You didn’t think people could be saved by love, every crack filling up in liquid gold and creating something beautiful. It wasn’t something that happened and yet, every time you saw Linong– in the fleeting moments that your eyes met his in the corridors and classrooms of your highschool and on evenings that you spent with him at the cafe– you wished it was true that love could fix everything because the heavens knew that given the chance, you would give anything to see Linong happy again.

You told him that one evening at the cafe– the words slipping out of you when his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he told you about how good therapy was turning out. “You don’t mean that,” Linong replied, pulling away ever so slightly. “You don’t want that, Y/N– you shouldn’t.”

“I do, though,” you answered back, holding his gaze. “I really do, Linong. Sometimes, it’s the only fictional thing I ever want being true.”

“You really shouldn’t,” he mumbled, his gaze flickering both concerned for and unsure of you– especially when you reached out for his arm, cautiously pushing back the sleeve. “What are you doing, Y/N?” he asks you, his voice is so low it would have scared you if you couldn’t feel his pulse quickening as your fingers ghost over his scars.

“I’ve known you all my life, Chen Linong,” you whisper, your eyes trained on the half healed scars covering him, “and I’ve probably loved you for all of it, too. I’ve seen you for so long… you’ve been my best friend, Nongnong and I’d like to believe that I’ve been yours too– so I’d like to think I know you well enough to know that you’ve gone through so much in the past two years and it’s hurt you and it keeps hurting you.”

You look up at him, your fingers caressing the scar closest to his pulse. “I am in love with you Chen Linong and if my love for you could fix you, I’d give up everything to see you smile properly again.”

Linong doesn’t speak for the longest time– not to answer your confession, not even to ask you to stop. A part of him doesn’t want you to stop– you say your love can’t fix him and he believes it because love can’t fix anything but when your fingers run over the cuts, he swears he can feel their sting lessening. Your love can’t save him but he really wishes it could but only as long as you don’t injure yourself in the process.

However, that’s a fool’s wish and he knows it– he knows if he gives in to his urges and tells you how much you make him want to go on living he’ll pull you into the sinking ship that he sees as his life and won’t do that to you– he can’t do that to you. You deserve so much better than me, he thinks to himself when he meets your gaze.

“Nongnong?” you ask him, your voice gentle as if you’re afraid he’ll run and truthfully, he wants to at that moment because everything– from your touch to your voice to the way you’re looking at him– is so gentle and filled with hope, it makes him feel like an asshole for doing what he’s about to do.

“You should leave,” he tells you, seriously. Your eyes widen in shock because of while there were millions of reactions you’d imagined him having, this wasn’t one of them. “You really should leave, Y/N,” he repeats, tugging his sleeves down and hiding the scars, gathering your empty cups. “I appreciate the sentiment, honestly but I don’t need anyone to fix me– especially not you.”

With that, he walks away leaving you alone, resisting the urge to turn back and look at you because he knows that his resolve will falter if he turns back and he can’t let do that to you. It’s for the best, he tells himself. They deserve much better than me and the mess I am.

You stand in your spot, confused and hurt, for what you feel is an eternity– leaving only when the tears start dripping down your face, furiously wiping your tears to make them stop until you can return to the safety to your home. Linong watches you leave from the kitchen and wills himself with every inch of his being to not chase you down the street. They’ll be much happier this way, he assures himself half-heartedly.

Pop culture is full of broken characters looking to be fixed and Chen Linong has read and heard and watched enough to know that all of them are self-absorbed and over-grandised assholes. He hates most of them but as he watches you leave and when you avoid his gaze in school the next day, he knows he’s added himself to the same list as them.

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