#jiuweihu!winwin

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jiuweihu!winwin

A/N: jiuweihus are basically the chinese version of gumiho/kitsune, foxes who can shapeshift into humans

  ↬ fluff ☀️

about 247 years old

he’s a white fox, with streaks of red spanning from the tip of his ears to the nine tips of his tails and in random spots all over his body

his eyes glow a bright baby blue when he shifts, glinting bright white under light

just got his shapeshifting abilities not too long ago, still trying to perfect it

don’t remind him of that time one of his tails was sticking out under his shirt the whole time he was walking through the night market

his master found out and he got told off, detained in the tall mountains of kunlun, memorizing lines of poetry his ancestors wrote as a punishment

recently regained freedom from the mistake that caused him 100 years in captivity and away from civilization, which honestly, in fox years and up and above in the mountain, isn’t that much when compared with other punishments available

a day above is a year below, so really he was only detained for 100 days

has grown slightly paranoid from all that time in detainment, he checks himself every few minutes, whether it’s looking into a mirror or smoothing his hands pass his bottom to feel for any signs of swaying fur

secretly mastered the skill of language while he was away, figured it would come in handy one day

after he’s released all he ever does is run errands for his parent’s store, and it bores him to the very bones so he sneaks out for a little vacation, just for a few days

the human world has changed so much, he doesn’t recognize a thing

it’s not the same as the mystical realm because honestly? nothing ever changes there

the first thing he has to do is to fit in, because people keep staring at him and his attire, which honestly is just a white silky hanfu with embroidered black flower patterns 

then he remembers, he’s been away for so long that he hasn’t kept himself updated, and that he has no money for modern clothing, only gold

he scares the vendor shitless, when he takes out chunks of pure silver and gold, handing him in exchange for some knock-off levi jeans 

they serve him well and he goes off with some jeans and straight cut pants, printed tees and ‘sweaters’

he arrives at your workplace, another overhyped boba place and this dude keeps pointing at your sign, as confused as you are 

“这 zhe 不 bu 对 dui 呀 ya“

and you shoo him off because he’s holding up a long line(that he cut himself in) behind him and you have no time to dilly dally around ancient chinese words

much to your disappointment, he doesn’t leave, instead he scans the long queue and it’s like he finally gets the concept, and he heads to the far back of the line

the queue slowly disperses after you took everyone’s order and you’re faced with winwin once again

he has his hands clasped together, eyes closed and chanting-

“look dude, I really don’t have time for this. do you have something you’d like to order?”

“yes, I want the brown sugar milk tea with boba, the ones with the complete wrong spelling,”

you’re surprised he’s suddenly not speaking gibberish and take down his order, “that’ll be it? if so, here’s your bill. and no, it’s not the wrong spelling,”

“yes it is! it’s 虎斑 not 虎班,”

you’re getting frustrated, what if it is wrong? it wasn’t like you could change what your boss set out as. you’ve had a long day and you just wanted to rest your tired body after this, and not argue with some boba fanatic that’s apparently also a chinese genius 

“here’s your bill, sir,”

“I can’t pay you,”

what? your colleague already started on his drink, almost finishing up with sealing the plastic on

you make up your mind on the spot, punching in the right amount on the cash register and shutting the drawer close when it pops out

you’ll pay the company back later, you think, it’s not going against the rules if you just pay them back afterwards

winwin gets his drink, confused as hell, gold chunks still pressed in his palm

he was about to pass them to you when you shove him his drink, and he’s ushered to the side while the person behind gives him dirty looks

so he waits outside the rounding corner of your store, trying to catch you for a moment of word

he finally sees you after an hour of standing, backpack slung on your shoulder and uniform in your arms

he pulls you to the side by your elbows, into the alleyway next to the store

you’re just about to kick him hard in the balls when he passes something into your knuckles

“this is my payment, lovely worker of who served me 虎 hu 班(斑) ban boba milk tea,”

you open up to find golden chunks of rocks pressed into your palms, and you think this is a sick joke, about to beat this skinny boy up for ruining your day even more when glitter-like particles stick onto your wet hand, golden sparkles stuck to the inside of your palms

you rub your hands together with the stone inside, and after a few rounds and your hand completely covered in gold specks, the gold chunk still retains it’s golden sheen

winwin seems unwavered that his little golden rock literally just leaked gold specks on your hand

when you look at him he nods enthusiastically as if he’s trying to convince you someone in the 21st century can just poof pure gold out of thin air without looking like they stole it

eventually, you give in and let him ‘pay you back’, because he won’t stop following you until you put it into your pocket. even when you passed by some police the guy seems completely fine and not a nervous wreck like you think he would be

“my parents gave it to me as a reward for my hard work. it’s nothing really, I can’t even buy proper silk with those,”

and you wonder what’s laced in those silk he talks about because if gold can’t buy them what else can?

you agree to show him around town and feed him more food, because the poor boy looks like he can gobble up a whole turkey but doesn’t know how to order, or even how to pay in the right currency

winwin’s happy he’s made a new friend to bring him around for trips, and he temporary forgets about his tail, until you point out there’s white furry tail-like sticks behind him in the shape of a half circle

oh shit

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