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yuhenglesbian · 1 year ago

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Nine Percent Reacting to Your Depression

Pairing: Nine Percent x Reader (multiple scenarios)

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Nine Percent reacting to you confessing about your depression

Genre: Reactions; Bullet Point Scenario

Trigger Warning: Depression; Mentions of Self-Harm; Mentions of Self-Esteem Issues

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A/N: I’m only sticking to the confession and how they come to that point in this. The thing with depression is that there’s a lot of ways in which it plays out– depending on the individual and the type of depression (bipolar depression, for instance is different than unipolar depression in it’s symptoms). Also this feels mildly ooc for the members because honestly, I don’t know how China views depression and other such disorders so I don’t know how much they’d know about it.

Idk what you’re facing, dear anon who dropped this request but I hope you’re okay. If you need someone to talk to, always feel free to drop in. Love you and I’m sorry about delaying this so much.

Anon, this is so many years late, idek if you're still on tumblr but ah. This spiralled me into an episode of my own and then life got extremely busy. Here's what little I'd written until then, unedited mostly. I hope you're here with us still. Love you.

Cai Xukun:

Xukun found out when found you crying with the medication in your hands because you were too tired of all the medications and still having to deal with “this shit” as you described it to him. It wasn’t easy for you to tell him about it because you didn’t want to burden him with your problems when he was already dealing with so much– what with being the leader and center of Nine Percent and the lawsuit with his old company and crazy fans.

“Just because I have problems doesn’t mean I can’t listen to yours,” he told you when you tried to explain to him how you didn’t want to burden him. “You always listen to me, Y/N so it’s the least I can do.”

Before you knew it he was hugging you, patting your head, cooing gently because unbeknownst to you, you’d started crying at his words. Once you’d stopped crying, you told him everything– explaining everything slowly and as you best could.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of his mouth. “I know that doesn’t make things okay,” he continued, “and that there’s probably nothing I can do to make things okay. The only thing I can do is promise you that I’ll always be there if you want me around– even if I’m not physically there, I’ll always be there.”

Chen Linong:

Linong has always known– even if he didn’t know the exact words, he’s noticed and he tries his best to cheer you up when he notices that you’re in one of your blue moods.

It’s on the day that he finds you crying over your books because you feel so worthless and drained that he asks you why– “why are you crying, Y/N?”

It’s a simple question but he’s sitting next to you, his eyes full of concern and worry at how the person he loves is falling apart. “Why do you love me, Nongnong?” you ask him instead of asking, tears falling as you meet his eyes. “You could do so much better than my sad, pitiful ass. Why do you even love me when you deserve way better.”

The question shocks him and his worry hits the roof– this is a side he’s never seen, not with him in particular anyway. He knows you have bad days and days when things are hard but this– this is new, you’ve never doubted his love for you or your relationship before. “Because I do,” he tells you. “Why would you ask me something so sad– you know how much you mean to me, Y/N.”

“Because I am sad, Nongnong,” you say, wiping away tears, “and I feel like I’m always sad.”

He pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back gently. “Why?” he asks.

That’s when you explain to him– how you were diagnosed with clinical depression, the symptoms, how there’s nothing to make things better because “it’s all in my head for real because my head is a messed up place” and all the medication you need to take. He listens– not interrupting you even once as you explain things the best you can.

“It’ll be okay,” he says, quietly once you’re done. You open your mouth to protest, to tell him that they won’t but he cuts you off before you can. “I know they don’t seem like they will be– or maybe I don’t know enough about it to feel the way you do– but Y/N, you have to believe. Maybe they won’t permanently be okay but they’ll be better than how they are right now– you’ll feel better than you are now. Maybe it’ll take ages to even get to that point, but I’ll be here throughout the way. Even when things are hard, even when they’re good. I’ll always be here for you. So you don’t have to deal with this alone ever again, I promise, okay?”

Fan Chengcheng:

Fan Chengcheng knows depression– maybe not first hand– but he knows it because he’s seen too many of his sister’s famous friends deal with it. He’s read about it because no one would tell him and he’s felt himself relating to some of the symptoms on some days. So he knows depression.

He also knows you– he’s known you for a long, long time and the world would be damned if he can’t tell something is wrong with the person he’s loved for years. He’ll also be damned if he can’t recognise some of the symptoms he’s read about.

So when he drops the question to you– extremely casually, as if he was asking you about the weather– he’s hoping that it’s only his overactive thoughts and that you’re not actually going through it. The question and the casual tone shock you enough to ask how he knows, indirectly confessing.

His eyebrows furrow with concern. “Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?” he asks you, his voice more serious than it had been just moments ago.

“There’s nothing to tell, Cheng,” you say, sighing. “You can’t do anything about it, can you?” you add, and he bites back whatever he was going to say.

“I know I can’t,” he concedes after a few minutes, “but at least I could have been there for you rather than you dealing with all of it alone– I’ve seen so many people deal with it, I know it isn’t easy for you and I’d want to be there for you no matter how bad things get. So please, Y/N, let me be there for you.”

Huang Minghao/Justin:

Minghao is worried– it’s been a week since you’ve showed even the slightest interest in anything he’s been saying– all you offer him anymore are indulgent, polite smiles and he’s slightly hurt and very worried because while he’s used to being treated like a child by everyone but he’s never had you treat him in this manner.

So when you smile at him and politely refuse to join him for a round of Counterstrike, it’s the final straw before he blows up.

“Just what is your problem!?” he asks, hotly. “Why are you of all people treating me like a child? Are you tired of me? Do you want me gone?”

The outburst leaves both of you silent and when you look up at him, he’s crying. “Hao,” you say softly, guilt seeping through you– you never wanted to hurt him.

“Don’t call me that,” he says, petulantly as he sits down on the seat in front of yours. “I’m mad at you. That nickname is a cheat.”

His childishness makes you smile your real smile for the first in the week. “Hao,” you try again, “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this at all.”

He turns to look at you, frowning slightly. “Then why’d you do it?” he asks. “Is everything okay?” he prompts when you don’t answer.

“Not really,” you reply honestly after a few minutes. “Everything isn’t alright.”

Minghao doesn’t respond, waiting patiently for an explanation that he knows he’s almost gotten out of you. You sigh, bracing yourself before you tell him about your depression and everything that comes with it– the lack of motivation to do anything and the constant feeling of loneliness and hopelessness that have been weighing you down all week among other symptoms that come and go as they please. He listens patiently, interrupting only when he needs an explanation for something.

There’s silence once you’re done as he processes things. “I’m sorry,” he says, after a few minutes have passed. “I didn’t know at all. I really thought you’d grown tired of me.”

You smile sadly and hug him. “I’d never be tired of you, Hao,” you tell him. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I was so caught up with myself, I didn’t realize I was hurting you.”

He pulls away, frowning. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault,” he says. “You didn’t ask to go through all this and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. I promise I’ll be a more reliable person for you from now so that you don’t have to feel like you’re fighting this alone ever again.”

Lin Yanjun:

When Yanjun walks in, your apartment is a mess and you’re nowhere in sight. It’s surprising because you usually keep everything organised– you love keeping things in place and making sure everything got done on time; it was something he’d always admired about you. He steps over the massive pile of shoes and crumpled paper near the door and invites himself inside deciding that something has happened and whatever it is, it is a pretty big deal to make such a slob of you.

He finds you curled up on the bean bag in the living room in front of an open television– which he switches off promptly, rolling his eyes part amazed at how good you are at falling asleep anywhere, anytime. You turn in your sleep, facing up and Yanjun notices the tear stains on your face. He frowns, his concern cementing.

“Y/N,” he whispers, shaking you gently.

You wake up almost immediately and he smiles. “Hey, sweetie,” he says, leaning closer and planting a kiss on your cheek, making you smile even though you’re tearing up at the gentleness with which he treats you.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him, when he wordlessly wipes a tear away. “I’m a mess today,” you add, laughing half-heartedly.

“A hot mess,” he smirks playfully even as he pulls you into a comforting hug, his careful and concerned gestures making you cry even more. “What happened, baby?” he asks, when you don’t stop crying even at the greasiness of his pick up line. Something was definitely not right if you didn’t even tell him to stop using greasy pick up lines.

You sigh, wiping your eyes– a little too roughly for Yanjun’s comfort. “I hate this,” you tell him. “I hate how I am– how I’m feeling.”

Yanjun raises an eyebrow wordlessly, waiting for you to elaborate. “I hate being so fucking sad all the time,” you say, evidently angry. “I hate not having enough motivation to do anything. I hate crying all the time. I can’t even remember the last time I ate something which wasn’t ice cream from the freezer. I hate being depressed,” you go on, angry tears beginning to fall.

Yanjun instinctively hugs you, burying your face in his chest as he gently strokes your hair. “I hate it so much, Yanjun,” you say between sobs.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he coos, rocking you gently. “I’m so sorry you have to deal with so much and that I’m never there.”

“Please don’t leave me,” you mumble into his chest. “I know I’m sad and pathetic but please don’t leave. I don’t want you to leave.”

“I’m not leaving, Y/N,” he replies, kissing the top of your head and tightening the hug he has you in. “I’m never leaving. I love you and that means I’m here for your good and your bad, okay? I’ll always be here, baby.”

Zhu Zhengting:

Telling Zhengting isn’t hard. On the contrary, it’s probably the easiest thing you’ve done this week– it’s also the only decision you’re proud to have made. You’re not a believer of “our love can fix everything wrong” because it’s not true but when Zhengting pulls you close wrapping his arms around you and burying his nose in your hair– you let yourself believe that love can fix everything for a brief moment.

You’ve always known you were drawn to Zhengting partly because he was so caring: looking out for everyone around him came so naturally to him, you both resented and admired it. When he had extended that care to you, inevitably making you a part of his close-knit world, you’d fallen hard and fast– both thankful and flattered for the tender, careful manners with which he treated you.

It’s one of the few things you admit to him when you explain that you hadn’t meant to scare him when he comes over to your apartment– breathless and adamant, asking for an explanation for why you’ve drawn progressively away from him all month. It scares you a little, both the thought of losing him and the thought of him caring so much.

“Please tell me if you’re okay,” he pleads. “If it was something I did– just tell me. Please.”

It breaks you to hear how tired he sounds– how scared he sounds and your tears fall of their own accord after a month of running dry. They only fall faster when Zhengting pulls you into a hug, concern evident in his voice as he repeatedly asks you if you’re okay. “I’m sorry,” is all you can muster through the tears.

He sits with you, waiting patiently for you to stop crying and then making sure you’re hydrated as he makes an off-hand comment about all the takeout boxes in your kitchen. And then he waits some more as you explain everything you’ve felt over the past month– the repetitive thoughts telling you that you’re worthless, to give in and finally let go; the anxiety of not being wanted and of not being good enough and by the end of it, you’re crying again.

“I was so scared, Ting,” you admit between sobs that make his heart wrench in pain for you. All he can do is pull you into a hug because he doesn’t want to make unfaithful promises of things getting better when the future has always been so uncertain.

“I know, baby,” he mumbles, burying his nose in your hair. “I’m so sorry. I’m here now, okay? I’ll be here now– you don’t have do this alone anymore.”

Wang Linkai/Xiao Gui:

Telling Linkai is simple– explaining to him is even simpler. It surprises you for a little while when he listens to you quietly as you explain to him why you’ve been avoiding everyone and everything but the surprise soon gives way to realisation when you remember how much time he has spent around Xingjie and who he is as an artist.

“You could have told me sooner,” is all he tells you, however before he leaves almost as soon as you’re done explaining.

Linkai can’t lie to your face and he certainly can’t lie about two important things: He can’t tell you that you’ll necessarily be okay because he’s going to be there for you from here on out– that’s in the future and he can’t guarantee the future no matter how much he wants to. He also can’t lie and tell you that he isn’t hurt because he is. He’s hurt and angry that you didn’t trust him enough to tell him sooner even though he understands why you couldn’t have.

So he leaves. He aware that leaving without any explanations is the last thing he should do but he needs a walk to clear his head and sort his thoughts. All he can hope is that you don’t take his leaving in the wrong way and wait for a little while until he can find the right words to tell you.

It’s past midnight when he returns to your apartment, only to find you in the living room curled up on your couch cuddling with the cat he swears is your actual boyfriend. “Y/N,” he calls out, making you turn towards the door.

“Kaikai?” you stutter, your eyes glazing over with relief– you’d been so sure he was gone for good. You want to say something else but he crosses the room to pulls you into a hug– the type that he reserves only for really emotional events. “I love you,” he tells you.

Those are the only words he tells you for the rest of the night. He only hopes you can understand everything he wants to say but can only act on. He can’t do anything for you– he can’t make you empty promises like they do in movies because he knows only too well how unpredictable the future is and he can’t make you okay– but he can stay for as long as you need him. He hopes that his sincerity can reach you when he holds you closer as you fall asleep in his arms.

#nine percent #fari writes 💕#yuehua nex7 #ninepercentnetwork #nine percent reacts to your mental health #i dont remember other tags #anon asks #fic request #i wasn't going to post this #partly because i couldn't write wang ziyi and you zhangjing #but i read the note and just :( i hope you're okay anon #sending all the love <3 #cant find the ask w this request anymore ah.#anon i hope you're alright

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softhwaa · 5 years ago

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secret

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masterlist 🎡🎆

reader x cai xukun

where the reader is a mentor on qcyn2 with their [secret] boyfriend kun :)

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“yayyyy!! you guys did so well!! i think you guys are good to go, does anyone have any questions?”

you had just finished reviewing the moves for the 我怎麼這麼好看 teams. it was 4 am and you were so moved to see the trainees working so hard to prepare a good stage for the audience

“actually, i have a question for you, y/n laoshi,” yu shuxin shamelessly announces with her comical voice and facial expressions

“yeah, what is it?”

“uh... what do you think about... kun pd..?”

the question was followed by giggles from the other girls. you were shocked, to say the least. you’ve been in a relationship with kun for almost a year, but you hid it so well that you never thought people would question anything. but there are always those fans who ship their idols for just staring at each other. of course you and kun had revealed to the world that you were ‘good friends,’ but nothing more.

you didn’t know how to respond to shuxin’s question

“uhm... i think he’s great!” you said, trying to hide the soft smile forming on your lips. “he’s really great.”

“...just great?” shangguan xiai butted in

“what about... cool? handsome..? talented...??”

you tried to keep your cool, rolling your eyes. by now, the ‘soft smile’ had turned into a stupid grin that no one could miss

“i think he’s...” you thought about how you could word this, knowing the cameras were rolling. instead, you brushed it off with a joke, “you know what, if i say another word, i don’t think they’ll be able to air this episode,” making the trainees laugh

you finished up with the class and said goodbye to the girls. as soon as you walked out into the hallway, you saw kun, finished with his class as well. he smiled immediately, trying to play it cool, signaling towards the camera and reminding you that everything was recorded. it took all of your self-restraint to not hug him and kiss him and ask him if he wanted to cuddle when you got back home.

if only you didn’t have to keep a secret

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solarswonderland · 3 years ago

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how has no one pointed out the similarities between cai xukun and sunghoon like they literally look like twins 😭

#cai xukun #nine percent #cpop #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon fluff #solarswonderland #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon angst #sunghoon x reader #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen drabbles #enhypen soft icons #enhypen ships #enhypen stuff #enhypen smau #enhypen social au

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heymeowmao · 3 years ago

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in which i am kai-ge.

#keep running #lucas #huang xuxi #cai xukun #zheng kai #i know they cut it like this #so his reaction here prob wasn't to lu-kun #but still #meowmao gifs

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kunkunxukunsstuff · 5 years ago

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One-sided- Cai XuKun

"XuKun!! I got you lunch!" You ran up to him who was lying down on the bench at the rooftop.

Huffing and puffing with your hands on your knees as you had just ran 4 storeys high.

Annoyed at your disturbance, he took of his headphones and frowned at you.

"I did not ask you to get me lunch. Thanks but no thanks." He nudged your shoulders with his as he walked away.

XuKun was your crush, someone you actually liked with all your heart but yet he never accepted you.

Everything you had done, from buying him gifts to cooking for him did not seem to work at all.

But your persistant attitude kept you going.

You knew he had troubles expressing himself as he was not much of a talker.

That day after school, there was a downpour and you had forgotten to bring your umbrella.

"Damn it! How am I going to go back now?" You scratched your head but yet still could not think of what to do.

"Y/N! Let's go home together! We can share my umbrella!" Finally your saviour was here.

Justin Huang, your neighbour and your best friend since forever exclaimed.

Since you both were to walk in the same direction, why not right?

But you failed to see someone staring at the sweet moments you had with Justin.

"Dumbass..." Cai XuKun muttered under his breath, a umbrella clutched tightly in his hand.

The next day

"XuKun! I bought you chocolate!" Both of your hands holding the royce chocolate box tightly with a little hope that he would accept it this time.

And at last, your wish came true. Or so you thought.

He took the box of chocolates which made you smile widely but after doing so, he smirked and threw the box of chocolates onto the floor.

What the actual fuck.

He could have just rejected it nicely instead of throwing a whole box filled with chocolates onto the goddamn floor?!

"I hate you very much." You tried to hold your tears back but you couldn't. Not wanting him to see you in this state, you ran away with agony.

Upon seeing tears drain out from your eye, his eyes had soften a little.

'Was I too harsh on her?" He wanted to run towards you but yet he couldn't bring himself to. Afterall, he was the one who made you cry.

For a few days, you were avoiding Cai XuKun. Maybe you guys were not meant to be together. It was just a one-sided love anyways.

Meanwhile, Cai XuKun had realised how empty he felt without you by his side, giving him the attention that he did not know he craved in the first place.

But this cold treatment had all ended one day.

That day, you had accidentally cut yourself during a cooking class.

"Ouch..." You said,trying to bear excruciating pain.

Lucky for you, Cai XuKun was in the same class and thus turned his head around almost immediately when he heard you.

He rushed over to your table and grabbed your hurt hand softly, examining it.

"傻瓜(fool)" He said softly as he washed your hand tenderly before asking for a plaster and sticking it on.

Maybe. Just maybe, you thought. It was not a one-sided love.

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oh-jjg · 5 years ago

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LOVE WILL FIND YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT (FILO NINE PERCENT SOCMED AU)

PART 1 : Nagfi-feeling clean?

PROCEED TO PART 2

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ahgasetay · 6 years ago

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nine percent reacts! | first time being touchy with s.o

requested by @kissm3undrthemistl3to3: Can you write a Nine percent reaction to first physical contact with their s/o please. admin: jade genre: fluff

z h a n g j i n g

he was a little embarrassed as his cheeks turned pink but a dusty rose pink as he took your hand in his, he was glad when your fingers intertwined with his. soon after you were holding hands all the time. at home, on dates, in the store.

y a n j u n

he kissed the top of your head after your first date and you couldn’t help but blush at how cute he was. yanjun fixed your hair and tried to play it off as if that’s what he was doing. he still doesn’t want to admit that he really wanted to kiss your lips but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable and that’s why he went for the top of your head.

z h e n g t i n g

you kept thanking him after he paid for dinner and he insisted it was fine and kissed your cheek. you blushed softly as he giggled and fixed your hair afterwards. he still kisses your cheek when you insist to pay him back, but he won’t take your money.

z i y i

when you were telling a story he listened but spaced out and watched your lips as you talked. he leaned over and kissed you at first you were shocked and didn’t react until he was about to pull away and you kissed back shyly. he pulled away shortly after and you both giggled softly.

x u k u n

when he leaned in carefully he was full of confidence, his mind set on kissing you. when his lips were on yours he became a bit nervous and pulled away a little until you kissed him back. he finally felt better about himself when you kissed back. from now on he kissed you a lot and often, still loving the way it felt when his lips were on yours.

x i a o g u i

he smiled at you as you talked and reached over as the wind blew your hair crazy, he fixed it then watched as you blushed and he covered his face shyly, apologizing and explaining what happened and you shook your head and smiled softly. “no worries, i appreciate it,” he still was shy when it happened but now you both enjoy to play with each others hair as you cuddle.

c h e n g c h e n g

he wrapped his arms around your waist as you waited in line at the amusement park. it didn’t hit him until he realized how deep you were blushing and the way you were grinning. he held you even closer and smiled at you. he loved holding you close ever since the faint blush that still creeps across your face.

l i n o n g

he was a naturally shy boy so when he went to drop you off at home after your date he was surprised but delighted when you hugged him and thanked him. he hugged you back and held you close, telling you that you need to meet again soon. he still loves your hugs a lot.

j u s t i n

as he is younger he rarely was touchy, so you could understand as to why he was beyond flustered when his hand brushed against yours and you held his hand. he nervously intertwined his fingers with yours. he still gets embarrassed when you tell people the story.

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peacefulmoonflower · 6 years ago

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💞Nine Percent : A man so beautiful💞

(A:N) Stan Nine Percent

#nine percent #9%#nine percent imagines #nine percent reaction #nine percent scenarios #9% imagines #9% reaction #9% scenarios #lin yanjun #wang ziyi #cai xukun #xiao gui #zhu zhengting #fan chengcheng #chen linong #justin huang #you zhangjing

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 6 years ago

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9 Percent “You fangirl/boy over their IP performances”

Ask: (2) you fangirling over one of nine percents performances on idol producer?

A/N: I chose my personal favorite performances of theirs for this

You Zhangjing:

You had been in a loop, watching all of his IP performances over and over. But the “What I Miss” performance really hit you. The whole ambience and the vocals gave you goosebumps and Zhangjing really sold the show.

“Please stop watching that.” Zhangjing asked with a laugh. “Why should I, you sound so good here and Mubo playing the cello in the intro... it’s beautiful.” You said and he smiled at you. “Fine, but you know you could get a live show from me right?”

Lin Yanjun:

You loved his agressive rap in the “Codename Contra” performance. You loved it when he rapped and this rap just hit you right where it hurt. You were at the point where you could do the whole dance and sing along too.

Yanjun just happened to walk in on you jamming out to his part and rapping it, only to walk out of the room again. You burst out laughing, pulling him back into the room. “I hate thattttt.” He whined and you smiled and pinched his cheeks. “You look so hot though.” You said and his face turned into a smirk.

“Do I now?”

Zhu Zhengting:

(Have you noticed when he laughs he does this with his shoulders, really cute)

Lay’s song “Sheep” was legendary and the fact your boyfriend had done a performance to that song only made you happy. It one of your favorite things and getting his chocolate bar abs flashed at you only made you happier.

Zhengting cringed watching himself lift his shirt up for the millionth time. You on the other hand, mimicked the fans’ screams. But on the inside you were proud to see your boyfriend do so well. Zhengting covered your mouth with his hand and you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Please don’t.”

Wang Ziyi:

Ziyi never seized to surprise you. But something he hardly ever did around you was sing, rapping he did a lot. So the “I Will Always Remember” performance was near and dear to your heart.

“Ziyi you have to sing more often.” You said as you watched the performance again. He sighed and a blush graced his cheeks. “Stop it, it doesn’t sound good.” He mumbled only for you to roll your eyes. “You’re too humblr for your own good, Ziyi.”

Cai Xukun:

The Papillon performance just killed you. You knew how hyped he was to rap Jackson’s song and you kne whow much fun he had which made it so much more amazing to watch.

You were at the point where his verse, Ziyi’s verse, Justin’s verse and Bufan’s verse were a piece of cake to rap. It really only flustered him but it was amusing to you. So as you scream rapped his part in his face, Xukun couldn’t help but laugh and join you in the hype.

“You keep me embarrassed but I don’t mind because it’s you.”

Xiao Gui/Linkai:

If there was one thing in the world you loved it was his performance of Artist. The smile on Linkai’s face melted you and his rap was incredibly sweet. It honestly melted your heart and embarrassed the Hell out of him so it was a win win situation.

“Please stop playing that videoooooo.” He whined and you simply laughed, turning it up. Linkai grabbed your laptop and shut it. “No more and I promise I’ll rap it live but please, stop.” He asked with a laugh only for you to agree.

Fan ChengCheng:

The Very Good performance was heartbreaking and hearing ChengCheng’s true feelings in the song really hit you where it hurt. You couldn’t help but shed a tear listening to it, knowing his struggles and everything he had been through.

He had walked in on you crying and watching his performance, only to wrap his arms around you. “I’m so incredibly proud of you ChengCheng.” You whined and hugged him. he had to hold back his own feelings for the moment.

Chen Linong:

Linong’s vocals always shined in your opinion, but the Firewalking performance stood out to you. It was the soft atmosphere of the stage, the clothing and his bright smile and of course his voice made it all perfect.

“FIREWALKING.” You sang while you did some homework and had the video playing in the background. “You should be focussing on your work.”He said as you jammed out. “I have my priorities straight you know.” You said and slammed your school books shut. “Obviously.” He said and started humming the song along with a big smile on his face.

Justing/Minghao:

“Dream” was just so much fun. The song was a good representation of how playful he was and it was what you loved about Justin. Plus, who can not love Xingjie’s magic tricks?

“Ahhh Justin!” You screamed along to the fangirls in the audience. If it was anyone else they would have been flustered, but not Justin. “Wooooooo Justin!” He yelled along with you only for you to roll your eyes.

“What? i can’t be my own fan?”

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lovelypercent · 6 years ago

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NPC Reacts: You losing a your promise ring

Request: Open

Cai Xukun

Xukun was worried when he saw your apartment in such an unsightly condition. He would call out your name to make sure it was you who caused it. When he saw you throwing your pillows around the room screaming the words ‘where is it?”’ over and over, his worry left him. “Are you okay babe?”

You jumped in surprise and put on a fake smile, trying to not get caught. You lost your promise ring which Xukun had given you about six months ago. It was unique and you loved it which is why you couldn’t believe you had lost it, you wore it everyday. “Nothing!”

He let out a laugh. “Sure doesn’t sound like nothing.”

You’re smile fell and his worry arose once more. He quickly rushed over to you asking you what was wrong. “Xukun.. Im sorry…The ring. I lost it.”

After hearing those words he let out a sigh or relief. The ring was expensive but seeing your face filled with so much sadness made him far more scared. “That’s it?”

“Thats it? This is my ring! I lost it!”

“Awww, babe. It has to show up at some point right?” He asked pulling you into a hug. Xukun then smiled and pulled up one of his sleeves. “Shall we start looking?”

Chen Linong

Linong felt worry when he saw that you cancelled your date. He was worried that he did something wrong so he paid you a visit to you house. He found you scanning your lawn which made him feel a little bad. You would rather be doing this than be on a date with him? “Y/n?” He called out

You stood abruptly hiding your hand behind you back. You absolutely did not want to explain to him that the reason you cancelled your date was because you had lost the ring he had given you when you started dating. “Nongnong! What are you doing here?”

“I got worried when you cancelled…what are you doing?” He questioned as he took a step closer to you, only for you to take a step back. He raised an eyebrow in shock. He took another step, and you again, took one back. “Y/n, whats wrong with you? What did I do that you don’t even want to be near me?”

“What?” You dropped your hands when you heard his question. That made you feel more guilty than losing you ring. You bit your lip and lifted your hands to show a naked finger. You turned your heard in shame as you uttered the words, “I lost the ring.”

“Huh?” He questioned. He thought he had misheard. You cancelled because you lost the ring he had given you over a year ago?

“The ring. I lost it. And I didn’t want to go on the date without it. I’m sorry I made you worry.” You rushed your words as you were slightly waiting for him to be mad at you for losing it.

“Oh….” He sighed with relief filling his body. He looked at your cute sight and let out a chuckle. “Well, lets find it so we can go on our date. Yeah?”

Fan Chengcheng

Chengcheng was shocked when he saw you crying over the bathroom sink at one in the morning. His mind ran through so many thoughts but he asked if you were okay.

“No….I lost it…”

Cheng sat up from his drowsiness, clearly worried about you. “Y/n, what’s wrong honey?”

“Your ring…I lost it…” A tear dropped from your eye. Cheng had bought you a ring about a month ago to celebrate your one year anniversary and you had already lost it. You lifted you hand to show him your empty finger.

“Ayyyy, you had me so worried.” Cheng said as he squinted to your hand. He kicked his legs to get the blankets off and then he walked over to the bathroom with you. He grabbed your hand giving it another look. “The ring was ugly anyways-”

“No it wasn’t!” You snatched you hand out of his grasp and gave him a small glare. “It was perfect and beautiful, I love it. You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

He sighed with a smile on his lips. He lifted his hand and placed it on your head to ruffle your hair. “Ay, fine. Stop crying about it and come to bed. We can look for it in the morning.”

You nodded and he grabbed you hand and led you back to the bed with him, still happy on how you loved your ring. Once you had fallen back to sleep, he would wake up and search for your ring so you would’t be worried about it in the morning.

Justin

Justin would notice your ring missing one day but he didn’t question it,assuming that you had just decided to not wear it. But when he saw it happen when you guys were on a date he did ask about it. “Babe, where is your ring?”

You gulped slightly and hid away your finger as if he hadn’t seen it missing already. “Um..you can’t get mad okay…?”

He nodded waiting for you to say what he was thinking. He had always thought you hated it. He waited for the words to leave you mouth but it didn’t happen.

“I lost it…”

“What?” Justin questioned, sounding a bit harsh which caught some attention from the people around you. You sighed trying to think of a way to explain to him how it had happened.

“I was swimming and I took it off and I am absolutely sure that I had placed it in my bag but I can’t find it…” You told him. He sighed with anger in his tone which made you surprise.

“Are you sure you didn’t do it on purpose? I know you hated it…” Justin said to you with his eyes narrowed on your face trying to read your reactions.

“Are you kidding me? That was my favorite ring! Not because it was expensive, which is what I knew what you were going to say.” You snapped which made Justin shocked. You were never one to get angry over things which made his assumptions absolutely wrong.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured which made you nod. You said it back to him as well. “You really did like it?”

“Of course, you gave it to me.”

A smile appeared on his face as he grabbed your hand and ran his thumb over your empty finger. “I can always get you another one..” He whispered but you didn’t catch it which made him smile even harder

Lin Yanjun

Yanjun walked into your shared apartment with pure shock as he watched you throw the couch pillow across the room. He placed his keys on the shelf and shrugged off his coat as he asked what was wrong.

“Oh, babe…You’re home…” You sighed trying to catch your breath as the pillow was rather heavy. Curse Yanjun for having expensive taste. Especially for jewelry which isn’t a problem except for now. You had lost your ring he gave you years ago. It wasn’t the first time it happened but this is the first time that you hadn’t been able to find it within a day of losing it.

“You don’t sound to excited about that,” Yanjun laughed as he raised an eyebrow trying to take a gander at what was happening in his apartment. He had no clue but he could tell it was something important to you. “Did you loose something or…?”

“Uh…I didn’t want to tell you but I lost my ring…” You murmured in shame as you felt horrible. You loved your ring which is why your looking in every nook and cranny for it but your search was getting you no where.

“The very expensive promise ring? Put-a-huge-dent-in-my-pocket ring?” He asked with a smile but when he saw the color drain off of your face, he could tell that you didn’t think it was as funny. “Hey, I was joking. It’s not that big of a deal, I mean its like three years old anyways…”

“That doesn’t make it okay. I lost the first ring you ever gave me! I loved that ring almost as much as I love you…”You pout as you heard your boyfriend let out a chuckle making you roll your eyes.

“Well let’s find your little ring!

Zhu Zhengting

Your ring was so beautiful to you which is why you couldn’t believe that you had lost it. You searched any and everywhere possible to find it. Yet, you had no luck. You also had no choice but to confess to your boyfriend about the lost ring. This worried you more because he seemed more in love with it than your were, which is saying a lot. You bit your lip as you waited for you long-term boyfriend to open the door.

The door revealed a smiling Ting which almost made all you worries fade in an instant but it soon broke your heart when you realized you had to break it to him about the ring. He let you in and placed a kiss on your cheek as you talked past him. “Zhengting…I have to confess something…”

“Are you cheating on me?” His smile fell and confusion grew largely on your face as you hadn’t meant for it too sound like that.

“No, no. Um….,” You mumbled as you diverted you eyes in order to find the courage to tell him. “Actually, I lost…I lost my ring…”

“Your ring? You lost it?” He asked as his eyes immediately went to your hand trying to see you naked finger. He sighed as he mind was trying to react to the news. “What happened? This was a very expensive ring..”

“I know… I have looked everywhere for it… I don’t know where it could be..” You told him as you lifted your hand to caress his face. “Babe, I’m so sorry.”

“Ah, it’s fine. Things like this happen all the time.” He told you not wanting to make a big deal about this because he knew that it wouldn’t help anything. He put a small smile on his lips as he pulled you into the kiss, it was just a ring after all. “Some things are found when you don’t search for them, so let’s forget it for now and enjoy our time together, yeah?”

Wang Ziyi

You woke up frantically and began tearing Ziyi’s room apart which made him also wake up in a frantic state. He drowsily asked you what was wrong with worry filling his voice as his mind went straight to the endless possibilities that could be happening.

“My ring!” You yelled as you were throwing the laundry out of the basket in search for your ring. You always took it off before you went to bed because you didn’t want to ruin it but when you woke up it wasn’t placed on your necklace chain like it usually is.

Your answer made Ziyi sit up and try to understand what you were talking about. He caught on when he saw you scanning the ground closely. “You had it on lst night…”

“I know! I can’t find it…Im gonna cry…” You whined as you fell to the ground in a sad state. You loved your ring and it made you feel so incomplete without having it with you. Ziyi let out a small breath before walking over to you. He rubbed your back to help soothe you down from your emotions right now.

“Babe, I can get you a new-”

“I don’t want a new one.” You cut him off. You turned and looked at him from you spot on the ground. “I want my ring. My precious ring which is supposed to be placed on my necklace and it isn’t…”

“We can find it but lets eat first. It will help our brains start up and make a better search for us.” he laughed which made you smile. You were pretty hungry since you skipped dinner last night to go help your friend with moving in.

“Ah! What if-”

“Let’s eat first!” Ziyi cut you off with another laugh not wanting you to overthink anything or get your hopes up.

Xiao Gui

Xiao Gui was sitting in the studio as he worked. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw that you were calling him. He answered with a smile and a simple hello. “Hey, Gui. Do you think you could drop by after your session?”

“Yeah, no problem babe.” He said . You both said your goodbyes quickly. As time went on he was so curious as to what was the reason behind your call, why did you want him to come over? His mind was all over the place which made him end work a bit earlier than usual. He packed his things into a back of an taxi and went over to your place.

He entered your place with a simple call of your name but he realized he didn’t need to do that since you were already sitting on the couch waiting for him which made him a bit nervous. “Hey babe, what’s up?’

You twiddled with your fingers as you avoided eye contact with Xiao Gui until you built up the nerves to finally say it. “I’m so sorry Gui, I lost the ring you gave me.”

“The ring?” He asked as he thought back on the expensive ring he bought you a couple of months ago. “You lost it?”

You nodded shamefully feeling awful about it. You watched his face as he looked sad, just as you expected. You waited for him to say something, anything really. “Was it because it was too small?”

Xiao Gui had always been worried that the ring was more of his taste than yours but that wasn’t the case at all. You loved your ring and its chic allure. “No, no. I love my ring. It was just an accident. I have no idea where it is and I have looked everywhere for it but I just can’t find it anywhere. I’m sorry.”

Xiao Gui nodded feeling a bit relieved that it wasn’t the ring that made you want to get rid of it. “What me to help you look?”

“Yes! Would you?” You gushed feeling happy that you could get some help looking for such a small ring that could be hiding anywhere.

“Sure thing babe.” He smiled as he was glad that you genuinely love the ring he got you.

You Zhangjing

“Ay…” He let out waving off the statement you had just told him. “This is just a scam for me to get you a new one isn’t it?”

“What?” You asked as you looked through you laundry. “How could you possibly think that? I love my ring, you buffoon!”

“Hey! You’re the one who lost it! I mean yeah it was small but it was expensive you know!” He said as he searched the bed for the small band. Your ring was a band filled with yours and Zhangjing’s favorite jewels, which is what made it so special to you. You were growing axious not liking the outcome of your search.

“Oh, baby I can always get you another-”

“Don’t finish that sentence Jing. You can’t disrespect my ring like that.” You cut him off which made him huff slightly.

“I mean, it was ugly-” You threw a pillow at him to stop him from insulting your ring even further. “Hey! What was that for?!?!”

“Don’t call my ring ugly, that’s a representation of your undying love for me.” You told him with a matter-or-fact tone.

“You’re the one who lost it so that shows how much you really care about my undying love, huh?” He joked as he searched the jewelry boxes. Another pillow hit him in the back of his head and he turned to see you pouting. He let out a sigh. “I was joking, gosh! We’ll find the ring and then melt down into your hand so you can’t loose it again!”

“I’m not going to loose it again!” You defended as you went back to searching.

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chxseungyoun · 6 years ago

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Christmas With Nine Percent (Screenshot Game)

Welcome back to another edition of Nine Percent Screenshot game!

The rules are simple! All you have to do is screenshot and get your own special Christmas story.

1. The person who invited you to Nine Percent’s Christmas Party (Take 1 screenshot)

2. He was the most surprised member when he saw you walking through the door. He never thought someone would invite you knowing everyone was informed about his crush towards you. (Take one screenshot)

3. He instantly pulled you to the kitchen to help him prepare Christmas dinner. He thought that since you got invited, you should do something. He is going to nag you a lot in the kitchen. (Take one screenshot),

4. He was the one who told you to help put out miseltoes around the house to get the guys to kiss. For some strange twist of fate, you ended up being caught under the miseltoe with him. (Take one screenshot.)

5. He offered you a cup of hot chocolate with little heart-shaped marshmallows in them so you can get the hint that he had a crush on you but you only see him as a friend. (Take One Screenshot)

6. You two had been trying to hide it for so long that the two of you were actually cousins, twice removed. That’s why everyone was curious why both of you decided to leave the Christmas party together. (Take One Screenshot)

7. He actually slipped a christmas confession into your bag before you left but since he had been too nervous about it, he forgot to sign his name on the letter. (Take one screenshot).

8. Only if the rest of nine percent knew that he and you had already been dating even before he joined Idol Producer. However, this Christmas..he chose to break your heart. (Take one screenshot)

9. He gave you a cute necklace with a silver promise ring as its pendant and promised that he would marry you the next Christmas which you took as a joke. (Take one screenshot)

10. However, that next christmas, you did not expect that the person who would actually make your heart beat was him. (Take one screenshot),

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linkeai · 6 years ago

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20 ways to say I love you → birthday boy cai xukun ( nine percent ) → summary: 20 little blurbs for our Xukun’s 20th birthday. → warning(s): some suggestive parts, a little angsty sometimes → genre: fluff, blurbs → word count: 2,658

→ one

it’s not the first time the thought strikes you, but it’s suddenly all the more profound when you’re sitting on the floor of his room sometime after midnight. game controllers lay abandoned on the floor, the screen replaying a cutscene for the hundredth time while the two of you laugh until your stomachs hurt and someone’s beating on the wall telling you to shut up. you’re not sure why, but you find yourself telling him, “i love being around you” and rejoicing in the way his cheeks light up red in the dark.

→ two

you’re sure you’ve never been as drunk as you are right now as the two of you stumble outside of a college party at dawn. xukun is sober, always the designated driver and he’s cackling and telling you that you should have laid off the drinks when you moan about how you’ll never drink a drop of alcohol ever again. he leads you to his car and helps you in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt and patting your head. you’re staring at his profile as he starts the car, features of his face washed in color by the lights of the dashboard. somewhere inside of your drunken haze, you know you shouldn’t say it, but you do anyway; “you’re so beautiful.”

→ three

it’s a friday night and you’re wide awake, curled up in your bed and smiling at your phone as xukun answers every text you send in record time. you two always talk like this - unable to tear your eyes from the screen as you eagerly await the others next response. somehow the conversation turns to why you haven’t been on a date recently, and xukun asks you if you’ve got your eye on someone. the way he asks makes your stomach turn, but you’re not sure if what you want to say is what he wants to hear. slowly, you type the words “i can’t stop thinking about you,” before you think better and delete them letter by letter. you brush off the question and change the subject.

→ four

some other day, you’re sitting in the living room in the dark, knees pulled to your chest and sobbing into your pajama pants. the house is all too quiet, and you anxiously await the knock at the door when it finally comes and is followed shortly after by the door being thrown open rather unceremoniously and xukun’s boots padding across the living room floor. he’s a bit damp from the rain and he smells faintly of sweat but you cling desperately to him as he holds you in his arms and tells you that everything is going to be just fine. when you’ve calmed down and you’re still shaking in his arms, soft sobs and hiccups making your body jump, you tell him that only thing that seems enough; “you are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

→ five

it’s new years eve when you’re standing outside in the snow, shivering in your tight clothing and regretting even going to the stupid party in the first place. you decide it was worth it when you feel a familiar presence beside you and see xukun, hair pushed back and some stray pieces of confetti clinging to his shoulders. you start to smile but he looks startingly serious when he looks down at you. faintly, you register that people have started counting down and you watch in confusion as he swallows thickly and lays his hands on your shoulders. on the count of three, he leans in and presses his lips firmly to yours. when the fireworks explode in front of you, dancing behind your still shuttered eyes, you barely catch what he says above the ruckus - “you’re my resolution.”

→ six

some months later, you’re sitting on his bed in your pajamas eating easter candy and laughing over a movie. when the movie ends, you lay lifelessly on top of the sheets, drawing shapes on his chest over his thin t-shirt, nearly lulled to sleep by the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your fingertips. as your eyes start to flutter shut, you just catch him say, “i am infatuated with you.” you roll your eyes, basking in the pink and red atmosphere that xukun manages to color with such cheesy lines that only he can pull off.

→ seven

you’re at a dinner party dressed to the nines in fancy attire. you want to focus on the atmosphere or the quick conversations you and xukun keep getting caught up in, but the only thing you can seem to pay attention to is how sinfully good xukun looks in the tight black dress shirt with his hair pushed back. as someone whose name you didn’t remember departs with good wishes for the both of you, xukun turns to and asks, amused, why you’re so quiet. you swallow thickly, laying a hand on his silken chest and tracing slow, burning circles with your fingertips. “i want you,” you admit, and you relish in the way his eyes darken and your heart stutters in your chest.

→ eight

you weren’t really the jealous type, per say, but xukun was ridiculously handsome and sometimes, you got a harsh reminder that you weren’t the only one that thought so. it’s at some friends and friends-of-friends function when you spy xukun from across the room, looking uncomfortable and locked in conversation with some girl you don’t recognize tracing her manicured fingers up his sleeve. you’re about to pounce on the situation when xukun looks at you with pleading eyes and says something quickly to the girl before breaking away and practically racing in your direction. you turn away from him when he responds to ‘who was that?’, with ‘i don’t know,’ and seconds later you hear his chuckle and his fingers are beneath your chin, turning your face to his and giving you a loving kiss. ‘relax, baby,’ he chides. “i’m all yours.”

→ nine

there are days that are bad and there are days that are unbearable. xukun is often stressed - usually exhausted. it never hurts any less when you see him come home with red and black-ringed eyes and a sleepy smile before he collapses into bed. it’s no wonder that sometimes, it’s all too much. at first, you aren’t sure what to do when he tries to talk and start stuttering, tears filling his eyes before he starts to cry right in front of you. so you did what he would do. you gather him up in your arms, hold him as close as you can and talk, talk, talk about how incredible he is and how everything is going to be okay, and he’ll see that soon. when he calms down, he gives you a teary smile and says the words you needed to hear - “i am lucky to have you.”

→ ten

its another day in the studio when you drop by to deliver some lunch - once xukun puts his head down and starts to work, the real world means nothing to him, and he won’t even realize he’s hungry. when you arrive, he’s hunched over his desk with headphones on in a big black hoodie that looks way too warm for the summer climate outside. you call his name softly and he doesn’t hear you the first time so you tap his shoulder and show him his lunch when he looks up in surprise. the two of you eat together quickly, exchanging small conversation. when you get up to leave, xukun stops you and asks you to stay a while and sit with him, when you ask him why, he responds with a cheeky smile and tells you, “you inspire me.”

→ eleven

you lose things a lot. clothes, keys, your phone, chargers, etc. xukun likes to tell you that you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached to your shoulders. so he is in no way surprised as you’re leaving to go get dinner and you freeze in the doorway, admitting that you didn’t know where your phone was. xukun sighs playfully and sits down in the living room while you dart around searching high and low for the missing cellphone when eventually xukun gets bored and gets up to help you look. you both go into the bedroom, which you’d already basically turned upside down and xukun moves the sheets a certain way and gives you a tired look when it reveals your phone beneath a crease in the blanket. you smile sheepishly as you except it and he laughs, ruffling your hair. as you walk toward the door, he hands you the car keys you were about to start searching for and you sigh, murmuring “i’m lost without you,” as if he doesn’t already know.

→ twelve

you know you look damn good when you look over yourself one last time in the mirror before you step out and greet your boyfriend who patiently waits in the living room. you’re a little nervous how he’ll react to seeing you so dressed up as you step out of the bedroom and carefully walk down over the stairs. he’s sitting with his back to you when you call that you’re ready. he turns his head to face you and you feel yourself burn up under his awed gaze, eyes wide and jaw slack. he stands up quickly and walks over to you, holding your hands and standing back to admire your body. ‘oh my god,’ he says. “you’re perfect.”

→ thirteen

one day you are out and around with xukun, walking hand in hand through the park and looking at all the nature around you. you’re in a little bit of a silly mood, so you pluck a flower from the side of the path, stick in behind his ear and call him your princess. you expect him to cutely whine or complain but he just smiles and looks at you with big loving eyes. “i adore you,” he says quietly, picking another flower and sticking it behind your ear.

→ fourteen

you and xukun talk a lot - it always been a given in your relationship. there is no topic of conversation that either of you shy away from or don’t talk about. one day, you’re out to eat lunch and you spot a young couple with their two small children walk into the restaurant. jokingly, xukun says one day that will be the two of you. you almost choke on your food, looking at him in thinly veiled shock and asking him if he really means that. he looks confused - ‘of course,’ he says. “i want everything with you.”

→ fifteen

it’s been a long day by the time xukun arrives home and you’re trying to wash the dishes at the sink. everything that could go wrong, went wrong. your car broke down, you spilled your drink all over your shirt, you got yelled at, and you fell down and hurt your hands and knees. xukun can tell something is wrong when he steps into the kitchen and you’re washing a dinner plate with unnecessary aggression. you try to play it off like you’re fine when he asks, but your jerky movements cause the plate in your hands to smash to pieces and you immediately start crying in frustration. xukun is quick to take the cloth and the shard of the plate and tell you to sit down while he cleans up the mess and finishes the dishes. he kisses your forehead and sends you off, and as you walk away you make sure to tell him “i appreciate you.”

→ sixteen

xukun is a bit goofier than he lets on. it’s too hot to go outside and lounging around the house in little clothing with fans whirring from every direction. xukun expresses his distaste for sitting still and doing nothing, and he puts his desires into action when a certain song comes on, grabbing your hands and pulling you up from the couch. you laugh, feigning annoyance as he dances you around the living room the way an eighty-year-old couple would, singing sweetly in his cute accent; “you are my sunshine, my only sunshine..”

→ seventeen

the two of you were never one of those couples - you didn’t do the matching phone cases or outfits, didn’t try to take those corny, almost too uncomfortable to look at couple photos or try to merge into each other until you were one person. you were just a normal couple who did normal things and you tried to avoid all those weird habits like the plague. xukun comes over one day to pick you up for a date. you open the door and the two of you pause, staring at each other in amazement before bursting into laughter, because you’re both wearing black bottoms, a black and white striped t-shirt and black shoes. ‘look at that,’ he muses. “you’re my perfect match.”

→ eighteen

xukun’s got a mean aunt. you already know this when he invites you to the family event, and you know it when you get all dressed up and you still only really think about when you’ve arrived and she’s giving you the stink-eye that only old ladies can make. you already know whats coming when she strolls up to the two of you and starts going on and on about how he ‘still doesn’t have a real job’ and ‘he’s never going to really go anywhere with music’. you decide you’ve heard enough when xukun’s expression turns from bored to irritated to looking sad, and you interject. you tell the woman off quickly and efficiently and she turns up her nose before she clicks away on her heels. you and xukun smile at each other and you wave off his thanks, reminding him that “i’ve got your back.”

→ nineteen

when you love someone, you’re never truly whole without them. the other side of the bed seems empty, the world is a little quieter and everything just feels off balance without your other half. you feel that pain when xukun goes away for a week - and while you weren’t entirely dependent on your boyfriend, you just didn’t feel like you anymore when he wasn’t around. when he finally returns with suitcases in hand and sleepy eyes, you’re there at the door to pounce on him and shower him with a love that’s been building up since he’d left. “y/n,” he mumbles against your lips when you finally pull away from the kiss. “you complete me.”

→ twenty

the world will give you the impression that some moments are meant to be big, grandeur - like a first kiss or a first date. a first i love you. yours is not so much - and it’s because of this that you realize that small things can be just as perfect and as beautiful as other things that are big and impressive. you’re curled up in bed after a long night with xukun, talking and and watching movies and just being with each other when you finally start to doze off. you’re wrapped up in his arms with your face more or less buried in his chest, and so the ‘goodnight’ you say is a bit muffled by his hoodie. ‘goodnight,’ he sleepily replies. “i love you.” you both freeze once the words leave his lips, every muscle in your body going rigid as you try to understand where you should go from here. it’s a big moment - yet the situation is so small. you decide to go where your heart leads you, and so just as quietly, you tell him the truth and it’s that “i love you, too.” you can tell he is smiling without seeing his face, and both of you relax and start to fall back asleep with red cheeks and sleepy grins.

happy birthday my boy!! if i realized how long this would take me i would have started it sooner so i hope im not too late for the birthday hype. i hope xukun has an incredible day, because he’s an incredible man who deserves it more than anyone ♡

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