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word count: 711
pairing: lin yanjun x reader
prompt: cats, coffee, sleep
a/n: for the wonderful @evanism88 ⥠pls forgive my rustiness luv.Â
4:16 PM // cats
âof all things to be afraid of, youâre afraid of oscar? and mimi? auntie zhouâs two old, fat cats?â
â...what are you afraid of, then?â ( anything? anything at all? ) you lean forward on the park bench. elbows propped on your thighs. eyes wandering, drifting aimlessly, then finally landing on him.
âwe all have our fears.â heâs gentle in the way he speaks, his fingers even gentler in the way they unpeel the plastic slips from a few pokĂ©mon band-aids and smooth them over the cuts and scratches you received on your knees from falling over. you yelp, none-too-quietly, when he presses his thumb over the bandage on your ankle. âiâm scared of heights, my cousinâs cooking, and⊠that you mightâve sprained your ankle.â
âbut you can climb on my back; iâll carry you homeâŠâ he pauses, then grins, as toothy and unapologetically mischievous as always. âif it means your mumâs gonna treat me to her zha jiang mian for saving you!â
âlin yanjun, i swear youâre only my best friend for food!â
7:38 PM // coffee
youâre sixteen and on your way home from a coffee date with a boy whose voice sounds like sunshine and honey, tangibly warm and sweet.
but you find him a tad too sweetâor perhaps, just too unlike yanjun.
you berate yourself quietly for not giving your date a fair, fighting chance and for thinking about yanjun again, but how could you not when youâve been best friends with the boy for nine years and in love with him for six? you recall how some twenty nights ago, he kissed you for the first time and promised you stars, only to leave you to become one.
1:41 AM // sleep
âare you safe? are you coming home soon?â
âdonât think i can make it home tonight, babeâŠâ
âwhy? is everything okay?â
âit's storming in chongqing; all flights scheduled outta here tonight have been cancelled.â
the line goes silent and yanjun closes his eyes. runs a hand through his dishevelled pre-tour black, now strawberry blonde hair. heâs already picturing it. the way resignation flickers across your face, how youâll crinkle your nose and sigh before telling him that itâs okay because thatâs just what you do. he listens to the sound of you thinking, your bed sheets rustling as you prepare yourself for yet another night alone. Â
after a long beat, he finally breaks the silence. âthis is the last time in a long time.âÂ
âmm?â
âitâs always been about me,â he begins, his voice coming out slow and measured as he searches for the right words. they all taste like ashes in his mouth and it takes everything in him to keep them crowded at the tip of his tongue. he canât swallow them like he usually doesâhe canât stomach his own selfishness anymore. âand it shouldnât be like this. like you waiting, always waiting, never knowing when iâm coming home or when iâm leaving.â
âyanjun, itâsââ
âno, this... this isnât okay. this shouldnât have ever been okay with you. when iâm home this time, things are gonna change. i wonât goâi refuse to go on another tour for at least six months because as much as my fans want to see me, i want to see you. i need you.â
when you speak again, your voice is so quiet, he can hardly hear it over the rustling of your bedsheets. âdo you remember our first date? when you promised me stars?â
âyes, and i havenât givenââ
âyou gave me you, didnât you?â you laugh. âyouâve given me all my most cherished memories and i wouldnât have our relationship any other way. you gave me the biggest and best star, tooâyou.â
âgod, iâm so blessed to have you. i love you.â
âi love you too, lin yanjun. just come home safe, sound and soon, okay? i gotta sleep now.â
âgânight, babe. iâll be home as soon as i can.â
< end call >
a few hours later
he returns home at 5am, beat and worn to the core, from his groupâs tour to find you just as you were when he left, sound asleep, tucked under layers of ivory down duvets and between stretches of dreamscapes he always hopes heâs in. âiâm home, baby.â
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