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evanismfic · 6 years ago

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half - agony. chapter one.

第一章 . BACOPA ( 假馬齒莧 )

summary: when you last set foot inside the palace seven years ago, your heart was shattered into a thousand pieces. now, after the dowager empress’s death, you find that you still cannot even dare to hope.

pairing: yanjun x f!reader

genre: historical, royals au

word count: 6855

a/n: please expect a lot of artistic license in terms of historical accuracy and medicine i am neither a doctor nor an expert on the song dynasty :’)

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YOU HAD ALL THE MAKINGS of a rags-to-riches story.

Born a month and a day before the summer solstice, the town shaman told your father –– a man of science who made this augury his one exception –– that you would bring great change. As you grew older, her prediction became less and less likely. Your father once muttered that he should’ve known better than to put stock in “that hogwash.”

Your family was poor, relying on both your parents to make ends meet. Your mother died not long after you were born, leaving you in the care of your father. He was well-meaning but lacked the emotional competence to navigate raising a child, precocious as you were, alone. More instructional than nurturing, you grew to maturity spending half of your life helping him in his shop. Your father was confident that you would follow in his footsteps and become a healer. That was his anchor.

You spent the other half of your childhood frolicking by the stream on the outskirts of town. In those nearby woods dwelled the boy you loved. You first met him when you were but four years old, washing bloodied linens from an operation the day before. He peered at you from between the trees. When you first noticed him, he fled.

There are a great many places where your life would’ve been better had things just ended there. This was one of them.

But the boy came back a week later.

Bolder, he came to a stop beside you and asked what you were doing. Your father told you once never to speak to strangers. He also saw no problem, however, allowing a small child to travel all the way across town to do laundry, so you can somewhat blame him for your lack of prudence. You can still remember the boy –– “Yanjun,” he introduced himself, chest puffed outward in pride –– and his tone. Painfully posh, he didn’t hold a lick of the drawl you became accustomed to from your small town. He spoke like the people from the capital, and you were instantly entranced. You had never met a child from Lin’an before. You decided you liked Yanjun very much. If your father noticed that you stayed out longer to play with the boy by the river, he never commented on it. After all, he was just a child. It took you six years to find out who Yanjun really was.

Given that he only spent summers in the so-named palace –– a sprawling villa on the hill that overlooked your hometown –– you hadn’t really known him for all that long. For roughly three months of every year, the two of you (Yanjun, mostly) would get in as much trouble as you possibly could. From playing in the river to snatching low-hanging apples from a nearby (privately owned) orchard, the two of you were nearly inseparable. On the days where Yanjun didn’t come to play, you were miserable. And it wasn’t until your tenth year that you learned just why he was sometimes nowhere to be found.

It had been twenty-four days since you two last met before your father was summoned to the Summer Palace. He brought you along on a whim, not knowing how long he would be gone and reluctant to leave you in the care of your gossipy neighbors. He did not expect your gasp of recognition when you laid eyes on the frightfully pale Crown Prince lying in his bed. His younger brother Chaoze sat by his side and shook him awake. When your eyes met, you felt your stomach drop.

You had spent your summers for the past six years befriending the future Emperor. And his illness, a cold from too many hours spent in the stream, was your fault. Perhaps this was when his mother started to hate you.

You thought that compromising his health would have you forbidden from ever seeing him again, but he sought you out the moment he recovered. He told you that he never meant to lie to you –– and he didn’t, really, only by omission –– and that nothing had changed. “I hope we can still be friends,” Yanjun said, earnestly taking your hand.

But things had changed, although you couldn’t be sure if it was for better or for worse.

When puberty hit, things only got more confusing.

In your current opinion, at all of twenty-five years old, it’s when everything started to go downhill.

You always liked Yanjun. He was funny, smart, and cultured. He would tell you about Lin’an and, after you discovered his identity, he would relay funny anecdotes about his tutors and the goings on of the Imperial Court. As he got older and his voice deepened, he suddenly became more interesting to listen to. And while Yanjun had always been good looking, he was especially handsome when the baby fat left his face and granted him those killer cheekbones portraits still fail to replicate. In a year, you had begun staring at his plump lips more and more.

You didn’t miss the way he’d been looking at you too.

He first held your hand when you were thirteen, shyly brushing his thumb across your knuckles, and you pressed your lips to his cheek in return. He kissed you on the lips at fifteen, and you told him that you loved him the next year. At eighteen, his father died, and you held him in your arms as he cried. A week later, his mother declared that Yanjun needed to marry in order to inherit the throne, and he asked you to come back with him to Lin’an.

Saying yes was one of the worst decisions you ever made.

Somehow, you’re back here seven years later, staring at the palace gates as your luggage is wheeled in behind you. Your father had succumbed to cancer just as spring began to wane into summer, so you have nothing keeping you in Changqi. Not long after his death, you received a letter with the imperial seal requesting that you take on the now vacant role of the royal doctor, as well as requesting that you work on a cure for one of the nation’s deadliest plagues. Imperial patronage was a stunning offer few could even dare to deny. But you still have to wonder why you would return when you had tried so hard to run away after a short five months within the palace walls.

The answer is rather simple: because Yanjun asked you to.

On a broader scale, it was easier to provide excuses. No one in their right mind refuses the Emperor. There is a vacancy in the staff. The Court is in need of a healer, and you earned yourself quite the reputation for your innovative herbal remedies. Only the best of the best can serve the Emperor, and you more than enough deserve that title. It has nothing to do with the fact that Yanjun once loved you and that you loved him just as much.

That time is long gone, and nothing displays that more than how much the palace has changed since you left it.

It’s certainly livelier, more colorful than it was when you departed. Having come when it was in a period of mourning, though, that is to be expected. Observing servants as they move pots and crates around, you presume Yanjun is doing a bit of remodeling as well. It’s a bold choice for an emperor whose nation is currently at war.

“There’s no view quite as magnificent is there?” Honglin, the page sent to fetch and safely deliver you to the palace, hands the reigns of his steed over to a stable boy. The fortnight of travel didn’t afford you an extraordinarily close friendship with the young man, but he was currently the only friend you had in Lin’an. You know that he is mixed, his father being a Jurchen defector and his mother a Han woman. Honglin is incredibly proud of his heritage, bearing a zealousness you find endearing. That’s about all that you know about him. “I came here with my father when I was seven and I’m still in awe every time I return.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that you have very few memories of the palace to look fondly upon. You smile instead. “Indeed. It’s a testament to our great nation.”

Honglin seems pleased by your response. He gestures toward the Western Wing, which houses most of the residences of the staff. You’re surprised that your brain has retained that information, considering how you tried to forget everything that you could. “I’ll direct you to your rooms, let you get settled in before I bring you to meet His Majesty. Would you like me to do anything with your supplies?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head and following Honglin as he starts down the palace’s winding halls. “Just leave them in their crates in the infirmary. I’ll organize them myself tomorrow.”

“As you wish.”

Honglin deposits you in front of a bedchamber only marginally smaller than the one from nearly a decade ago. How interesting it is that the quarters of the presumed future empress were roughly the same size as the royal healer’s –– or, rather, how interesting it was that the Dowager Empress thought to give her successor such lackluster accommodations. Both rooms are just as lifeless and empty. Only a desk, a table with which you could receive visitors and dine, a bed, and one of the trunks containing your clothing served as furnishing. They couldn’t even afford you a wardrobe. Honglin chirps that he’ll be around and that you only need to holler for him to come running. He leaves you to decompress, and you collapse on your bed the moment he shuts the doors behind him.

You don’t plan to lay there longer than twenty minutes, but you’re exhausted. You know that coming to Lin’an was for a good cause. Aside from the honor of being the royal family’s sole physician, imperial support allowed your research to flourish. The royal summons didn’t mention how much of it Yanjun was willing to finance, only that he would give as much as it took to eradicate tianxing illness. You also knew that anything was better than your lack of funds back at home.

You wonder if the ladies of the court are still here. At least one of your tormentors is gone. Though you feel terrible for being relieved that the Dowager Empress is dead, you still find yourself consoled by the fact that you don’t have to deal with her. You’re terrible, and you have to force yourself to fight the instinct. Horrible to you she might have been, she was still Yanjun’s mother and is apparently the current reason you are employed by the court. Your hopes that the volatile atmosphere of the palace had vanished were dashed by the rumor that your predecessor killed himself for failing to cure the Dowager Empress of her ailment. Is Yanjun really that foul-tempered now? Perhaps this is what his mother was trying to save you from.

“This is no place for a commoner,” she had said when Yanjun first announced his intention to take you to wife. You wanted to protest at first. You loved Yanjun and Yanjun loved you –– surely such a fairytale romance would triumph over all else, wouldn’t it? You weren’t in control of the circumstances of your birth. It wasn’t like you chose to be born beneath Yanjun’s station. You were naïve to think that the strength of your character would prove you worthy of the role of empress, particularly because you weren’t as strong as you thought.

You could stand ridicule from one person. Yanjun, young and headstrong, had a rebellious streak that reinforced his insistence that you disregard his mother’s protests, that you two were soulmates and nothing could come between that. However, you weren’t prepared for the near-ubiquitous vitriol and abuse sent your way. You expected jealousy. You weren’t a fool. The Crown Prince was going to be sought after no matter who he was. To marry the future emperor was the easiest way to secure one’s future. In some respects, you could understand the utter incredulity that a random girl from the country managed to snatch Yanjun away from the noblewomen who knew him all their lives. That didn’t justify their cruel words, though. Of how you didn’t belong, of how Yanjun deserved someone of higher status who wouldn’t pollute the royal bloodline. Of how he was making a terrible mistake by choosing you and how he would come to regret this decision for the rest of his life. Of how you would be an unfit mother to his children, passing on both stupidity and inferiority to his heirs.

You thought yourself a strong girl. But there was only so much even the strongest could take.

At least now, you’re not a threat. You don’t mean anything to Yanjun anymore. They have no reason to snap at you, broad as his harem is.

You spend so long in your miserable reminiscence that you don’t realize how much time has passed. Honglin has to knock on your door and snap you out of your self-pity. “Just a moment!” you shout, scrambling to your trunk and throwing on your nicest gown. You comb your hair as quickly as you can and hope that minimal makeup will be enough. Honglin smiles and tells you that you look nice when you open the door. You slip your hand into the crook of his elbow when he offers his arm, taking a deep breath.

Chuckling, Honglin begins to guide you toward the Great Hall. “You don’t need to look so nervous,” he tells you, patting your hand gently. “His Majesty isn’t going to rip your head off for being late. His meeting with the Ministers of Defense ran a little long, so I doubt he’s noticed anyway. Between them and the men of the Inner Court, I’d be surprised if he actually gets a word in beyond granting or denying their absurd requests.”

“Is he really so busy?”

“Oh, of course. The nation is on the brink of war at all times, miss, no matter what harebrained but effective schemes General Cai has up his sleeve. Invasion is a constant possibility. The Jurchens simply refuse to let up.”

You pretend to know what he’s talking about. “Right.”

“Well, whatever the case, I’m glad we have Yanjun leading us. With him, I feel as though victory is just around the corner.”

“I see,” you murmur. You hadn’t thought much of public opinion on the current administration. Politics were less your forte. You simply followed your moral compass, bureaucracy be damned. Honglin might be a little biased, but you still find yourself fascinated by the open admiration in his tone. It seems Yanjun is the great leader you always thought he’d be, bringing to life the praise you’d whisper to him late at night as he laid his head in your lap and voiced his doubts. “You think very highly of him.”

“He deserves it.” Those three words settle the matter.

After what seems like an eternity navigating the palace’s endless corridors, Honglin stops in front of the large crimson doors of the Great Hall. Covered in gold decorations, it’s even more ornate than you remember. The phoenixes and floral imagery are new, somewhat clashing with the preexisting spiraling dragons and flamboyant clouds. Somehow, though, the doors seem smaller than you remember them last. Perhaps you’re no longer as intimidated by them and the secrets they hold. You know what type of vipers dwell within. There’s only the one on the dais that you’re still apprehensive of. There is still the slight chance that Yanjun is still as harmless as a garter snake. In your infinite maturity, though, you know better than to hope.

“Are you ready?” Honglin asks. You don’t give yourself room to hesitate. At your nod, he smiles encouragingly and pushes the great doors open. Voice booming, he calls out your presence. “This humble servant presents the new imperial healer to His Majesty the Emperor, Son of Heaven and Ruler of the Earth, He of Ten Thousand Years.” Bent at the waist, he shuffles forward. You follow him, head bowed and hands folded in your sleeves.

Yanjun says your name when he tells you to rise. As you obey, you force yourself to suppress a shudder. If even such a short vocalization can send shivers down your spine, you can’t imagine what a full sentence will be like. “Look at us,” Yanjun says. A rustle of silk indicates he beckoned you with a finger. You raise your head to fully look at Yanjun –– Emperor Qiànzо̄ng, you remind yourself –– for the first time in seven years.

He’s just as beautiful as he was back then. No longer boyish, he’s replaced that youthful charm with a regal and dignified demeanor. His hair is longer and spills over his shoulders, flesh paler presumably from years indoors. He waves at you almost teasingly, fingers still slim and pretty. It’s a wonder he can still move with the heaps of fabric atop him. He’s always been scrawny, but you see that he’s filled out his robes. The rich silks are adorned with golden embroidery depicting his family crest, the Phoenix –– so, it was his addition to the doors after all –– along with, you notice on his sleeves, tangerine and citrus trees. To reflect the flourishing growth brought about by his reign, you suppose. He truly is an emperor now.

“It’s good to have you back,” Yanjun says. For all the refinement in his dress, he still slouches a little, shoulders raised as he cants a hip to the side –– the way he used to when the two of you were still kids. He’s twenty-five now. Handsome as ever. Voice still rich and soft and tender when addressing you. One would think that his father-in-law isn’t standing less than a foot from him. For all your avoidance of all things imperial, you can remember the beady eyes of Lady Pingting’s father easily. The emperor’s Right Hand eyes you with obvious distaste, sleeve already raised to his mouth as if he is mere seconds away from whispering disparaging comments about you into Yanjun’s ear. You have no doubt that he will as soon as you are out of sight. Seven years have brought very little change to Lin’an.

In the wake of your silence, the emperor looks at you expectantly. You have to remind yourself that this isn’t the little boy who used to fish your ribbons out of the river for you, who would stand on his tiptoes to pick the ripest fruits to share. You doubt he is still the same man that you loved. He is a man of power, now. He is atop the world’s finest nation. He is expected to lead it in war, to reclaim the lost North. “This humble servant thanks the crown,” you tell him, lowering yourself to your knees. Gripping the insides of your sleeves so tightly you dig crescents into the fabric, you bow once more and press your forehead into the velvet carpet so hard you think it may leave marks. “It is an honor to serve the great Dragon Emperor.” When you dare to meet Yanjun’s eyes, his mouth is drawn into a tight line. Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say.

For a long, tense minute, neither of you speak. Honglin looks nervous on your behalf

Yanjun’s gaze switches to something akin to… disappointment. Something else you can’t name flutters in your stomach. You’ve felt it before when looking at him, you just refuse to acknowledge it as affection. You like Yanjun. But you don’t love him anymore. You can’t. So, while you can care and fret over why he seems disappointed in you, you are not allowed to bend over backward to try and please him. That’s not your job anymore, assuming it ever was.

The emperor clears his throat, snapping you back into reality. “How do you feel, coming back to the capital after all this time?” He pauses. “We’re sure you must’ve had some reservations, clean and… succinct as your parting was.”

If you were more naïve, you might dare to presume that there’s a hint of regret in his tone. Yanjun as a prince was sentimental. Soft. As an emperor, he is not allowed to have such unnecessary inclinations. And you, though not quite the commoner girl you once were, are still light years beneath him. You are a healer, not the daughter of a nobleman or a foreign princess or his empress. You have a place –– one that is not with him. “Not at all,” you say, feigning ignorance to the way he leans forward in interest. “Whatever my previous feelings for the palace were, I have grown in the past seven years. And I would be foolish to disregard a royal summons. I thank Your Majesty for your generous offer. I know that with imperial support, I will be able to complete my research and create a better standard of living for our people. Improving the health of our citizens is my greatest priority and I am grateful that Your Majesty has deigned to allot such a great sum to such a wonderful cause.”

You’re suddenly made aware of the dozens of pairs of eyes on you. Though the throne beside Yanjun is empty, his many advisors are all around him, among other members of his staff like scribes and entertainers. To say nothing, as well, of the diplomats and bureaucrats from afar. How many of them know who you are and what you once meant to him? How many are willing to use that and this lackluster reception against you?

Yanjun blinks. “We… see.” He opens his mouth to speak further, but his Right Hand cuts him off as the old man lunges forward to whisper in his ear. Nodding, Yanjun waves him back with an arm. “We are terribly sorry to curtail this… long-awaited reunion, but we have some business to take care of.” Glancing at Honglin, Yanjun dips his head. “If you would be so kind as to escort the lady healer back to her quarters. General Zhu and his retinue will be here shortly.”

And just like that, you are dismissed and his attention is elsewhere. You and Honglin bow before you depart, but Yanjun hardly seems to notice as he unfurls a scroll in his lap and listens to the rambling of his ministers. It’s probably for the best.

When the doors of the Great Hall shut behind him completely, Honglin throws you a smile. “That wasn’t so terrible, was it? He’s still fond of you!” It seems he does remember you were betrothed to the emperor. Prior to this, he hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort. Maybe his memory was jogged by Yanjun’s words. Regardless, you appreciate the attempt at levity. “I told you he’s a good man. You had nothing to be worried about.”

He’s right, in a way. You didn’t know why you were so worked up over a conversation that took less than ten minutes. What were you expecting? For Yanjun to beg you to love him again, for him to confront you over breaking his heart? Clearly, it wasn’t very broken in the first place, considering the fact that he married Pingting not long after you left and gained a reputation of being something of a womanizer. Not that anyone would ever accuse an emperor of debauchery to his face.

“Would you like to go back to your room, or are there other matters you would like to take care of?”

“Actually,” you say, “do you mind taking me to the infirmary? I think I’d like to begin unpacking.” It’d take your mind off of things, at the very least. And you’d like to get your practice off the ground as soon as possible. Momentarily forgetting about Yanjun is just a bonus.

Honglin eyes your robes with an arched brow, but when you look at him expectantly, he shrugs and grins. “As you wish. Follow me!”

By the time you’re finished with unpacking most of your surgical equipment and organizing your anesthetics, you are sweaty, your hair has come undone, and your arms are sore. Just thinking about having to put away everything else has you sighing in exhaustion. You’re only about halfway done, and remembering that you still have to take inventory of all of your herbs makes you want to quit even before you’ve started, but you grit your teeth and decide to have everything finished by the next evening. The sun has long since set, and the palace has fallen into relative silence. Having removed your shirt jacket for ease of movement, you have to slink back to your rooms with it draped over your shoulders, hoping no one sees you in a state of moderate undress. You breathe a sigh of relief as you successfully make it back to your room without being spotted. Only to scream –– thankfully short and quiet enough not to cause a large commotion –– when you see the scene laid out before you, of course.

Lin Yanjun and an extravagant dinner are at your table, and he looks moderately amused by the sight of your surprise and messy attire. His mother ambushed you similarly seven years ago, but you were wearing more clothes then. You doubt he is aware of how much he takes after her. “Sit,” Yanjun says, sounding more like he’s suggesting rather than ordering. “I wanted to speak with you in a less ostentatious setting.”

And the candles, golden cutlery, and huge roast duck definitely serve to create a more minimalist, humble atmosphere.

Biting back the quip, you do as he says and take a seat across from him. When you dined with his mother (whom you can see in him so clearly with the way the shadows dance across his face), you were expecting an apology. She did a good job of maintaining the impression of civil conversation, though its content was anything but civil.

Without a hint of aggression, she told you, “You must know that you are no good for him.”

You tried to protest, only to get plowed over.

“Look at it this way,” the Dowager Empress had said. You still remember her words and the way her hair decorations clacked as she moved clear as day. “You are doing my son no favors. You may operate under the idealistic belief that true love will conquer all, but I must remind you, young one, that Yanjun will become the leader of a country in the real world. A country at war, constantly being attacked by our enemies to the north. He will reclaim the North and drive the Jurchens out once and for all. What he needs is someone who will provide him with the most aid in his endeavors. What could you possibly offer him that he could not find elsewhere?”

At the time, you weren’t able to speak, tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. You never needed to challenge such a great authority before. The Dowager Empress took advantage of that.

“Money? Connections? Are you a tactician of any sort?” You had no response. She was right. Yanjun was meant for greater things. And while you thought you’d be with him every step of the way, you knew that it wasn’t practical for him. Lady Yun, whose father was the second largest landowner in the entire country, or perhaps Lady Likun, whose father and brother were prominent figures in the military and who was a capable strategist in her own right, were better matches. He ended up choosing Lady Pingting, the daughter of a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Defense, so Yanjun evidently took his mother’s wishes to heart. What did you have to offer him besides your love? “You are a commoner, my girl. He will be an emperor. Surely you see something wrong with this picture, yes? You may believe that the two of you are in love, but that is only because you don’t know any better. The universe has an order and it will always right itself. This is a lesson you would do well to learn now.

“This is what is going to happen,” said the Dowager Empress then, so sure that she could tell the future. “You are going to tell Yanjun that you no longer wish to marry him. You will then pack your meager belongings and return to Changqi. You will remember your place, and you will never speak of or to him again.”

As it turned out, the old bitch was a prophet.

Except here you are, sitting in front of Yanjun as he places a leg of duck in your bowl. It’s something a husband would do. Is this the universe righting itself? No, it can’t be. You remain frozen, hands in your lap. “Why?” You thought you could do this. That you could speak to him again without wanting to flee. It should be easier without all those eyes on you, but it isn’t.

“Is it wrong of me to wish to speak to an old friend?” He arches a brow and smiles at you. It isn’t pleasant. He looks every bit like the shark his mother was when she last spoke to you. He looks like he’s just waiting for you to spill blood so he can strike. “We are still friends, are we not?”

You don’t respond. The question hangs awkwardly in the air as you turn instead to eat. Perhaps it’s petty of you, but you’ve learned to pick and choose your battles. Professing any affection for him would do you no good, especially when taking into consideration the people who could hear you but who you couldn’t see. “And I suppose you thought you were doing me favors by coming to my quarters?” He blinks in surprise as you speak after sipping some broth. It’s remarkably easier to speak to Yanjun when you think of his mother at the same time, of how he’s no longer the lovesick boy that you knew –– of how he might not have your best interests at heart anymore. “There are eyes and ears around the palace and you thought that coming to my bedchambers alone was the best course of action. I see.”

Yanjun laughs then, releasing a rather cavalier scoff. “My apologies, I didn’t think ––”

“Clearly.”

His chuckle cuts off abruptly. “I was hoping we could be civil.” Clearing his throat, Yanjun returns to his meal. Each movement –– even to raise his chopsticks to his mouth –– is practiced and sharp. Though it is only dinner, and a private one at that, Yanjun still can’t relax. You feel a little bad for snapping at him. The last seven years probably haven’t been very good to him. He had to have been forced to grow a thicker skin. Scales, if you will. The bags under his eyes say as much, anyway.

The two of you eat in silence, as you don’t dare to speak lest he turn your cold attitude against you. You had often imagined what it would be like to share meals as husband and wife. What it might be like to sit beside him in the grand hall, reaching over to add some vegetables to his rice and as he ladles you soup. How domestic it might have been. How useless these fantasies were. The Dowager Empress was right. At the time, you were a frivolous, naïve girl in love with the idea of love. Now, you are not. You’ve grown, and you’ve grown beyond him. The two of you were better off without each other. This isn’t you finding your way back to each other, or whatever drivel your eighteen year-old self would’ve come up with.

This is not the universe correcting its course.

But still, you have to wonder.

“Why me?”

The two words startle Yanjun out of his apparently length and intense internal monologue. From the harsh way he was staring at the plates in front of him, you thought he was trying to consume them with sheer willpower and ocular strength alone. He looks up at you and raises a brow. “I beg your pardon?”

“Out of all the doctors in the Middle Empire, out of every physician, every healer, every master of the art of medicine, why did you choose to extend this position to me?” There are plenty of people more famous than you, renowned across the nation for their prowess and advancement in the field. While you had garnered a bit of popularity (and something of an ego) for your improvements of herbal medicine, you still had doubts that these accomplishments alone warranted your sudden and enormous rise in status. “I highly doubt it’s because we are friends. If you’ll forgive me for the rudeness of the accusation, I believe you may have some ulterior motives.”

It isn’t something you would have suggested of him before. At least, not out loud. Yanjun was shrewd and playful, but such an important position, one that held the entire palace’s health in its hands, was not one to be taken so lightly. Nepotism had no place when life and death were involved, and you always thought that he knew better than to place personal preference over effectiveness. But you hardly know him anymore. So much of him is physically familiar. The details, however, are too dissimilar not to notice.

His relative reticence, the almost sleepy way he blinks, head occasionally dropping and his chin staying tucked against his clavicle as if he doesn’t want to lift it back up. The calluses on his fingers from hours of holding a brush. The wry curl of his lips resembling something like guilt. Like you’ve sniffed him out. The light dusting of pink across his cheeks, either from the wine he’s been indulging in intermittently throughout the night or embarrassment. Surprise, given that you never thought to challenge him like this before.

So, you were right. He was hiding something. Maybe you know him better than you think.

“That is a rather abrasive way to phrase your concerns,” Yanjun says mildly, “but I will forgive you for your tone.” He folds his hands in his lap. “The simple truth is that I needed someone I could trust implicitly. Although I had my doubts that you would be able to hold up under the pressure, there are very few people I trust to make sure that my family and friends and allies are healthy.”

You swallow roughly. The pressure. Right. When you told him you no longer wished to marry him, you cited pressure as the deciding factor in your departure. Of course, he’d remember.

“Nevertheless, you are correct. I owe you the truth. I am well aware of what was written on the summons. None of it is particularly untrue. I fully expect you to conduct research to combat the tianxing plague in Guilin. But that isn’t all I wanted to ask of you. I suppose that, upon reflection, my apprehensions no longer seem very reasonable. And, as such, I no longer see the point in hiding anything from you. Are you aware of what happened to your predecessor?”

“Only that he leapt into a river not long after your mother’s death.” You decide to keep your conspiracy theories to yourself.

“You were not informed of why?”

You shake your head. You wish he would just get to the point, though he’s had a history of being superfluous in his storytelling.

“The official narrative we passed along to the palace staff is that he feared punishment for failing me because he was unable to prevent my mother’s death. She had an ailment of the liver and suffered a painful death. It would not be surprising to hear that he feared retribution from the crown.” Would it? You didn’t think he was that kind of man. But people change. Yanjun leans in and your traitorous heartbeat quickens. If he notices the way your breath catches in your threat, he doesn’t say anything.

“Only three ministers, the Empress, myself, and now you know the truth. The Crown Prince’s health has been deteriorating for the past month. While it seemed the doctor had been making some headway, he took his life two weeks into my son’s illness. I can only presume this was because he reached an unfavorable prognosis. But rather than do anything he could to save a seven year-old boy’s life, he took the coward’s way out.” Yanjun clenches his fists. You fight the urge to reach over and take his hand.

What little surprise you felt at learning that he was a father quickly faded and was replaced by sympathy. You had no children to call your own, disgraced to spinsterhood after the dissolution of your engagement. You had no idea what he must feel to watch his son in pain, to watch the boy die. You could scarcely fathom it. It puts the exhaustion in his visage into perspective. Your heart aches for him.

But you still aren’t very happy with him. “Why… why didn’t you just tell me the truth?” For someone who claimed to trust you enough to put his family’s life in your hands, the fact that he decided to withhold this information from you didn’t support his assertion whatsoever.

“I couldn’t risk your summons being intercepted. If the news that the heir to the Empire was dying fell into the wrong hands, I feared the worst. Morale dropping in the midst of a war we are losing is the mildest of consequences.” He clenches his jaw and avoids your gaze. “Worse yet, the Jurchens may send someone to finish the job. We are aware that they have spies within the palace. We just don’t know who they are.”

“That sounds like a bunch of excuses. Valid ones, yes, but not the truth. Yanjun, if you want me to do the best that I can, you have to trust me.” Not all of him is entirely unfamiliar –– the way his voice wavers and the way he refuses to look you in the eye are little dishonest quirks you recall from his childhood. Your fingers twitch and his flex in return. You’re both too stubborn to reach over and complete the movement. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Licking his lips, Yanjun drops his head. He reaches up to rub his jaw. He used to do that when he got in trouble and his steward was about to wring a confession out of him. “I was afraid. And foolish. I thought that you still loved me. That you would refuse to treat a child that you thought could’ve and should’ve been yours. For that, I apologize. I should not have let my assessment of you be clouded by fanciful sentiment.”

Can you resent him for his line of reasoning? Part of you wished that he thought you still loved him, but that notion was supposed to work in conjunction with the idea that he still loved you too. That part of you, the smallest bit of romanticism remaining within you, was wrong. He thought you still loved him, and he used that to think the worst of you. You are not afraid to admit that it hurts –– both on your behalf and his. What happened to Yanjun to make him this cold? Was it… was it you who made him this way?

“Oh, Yanjun.” Your words are pitying. You can tell by the way his shoulders tense that it irritates him. “If you had just asked, I still would have come.”

A chill creeps down your spine as Yanjun stands and meets your eyes. You’ve never seen him like this before. Aloof, icy. His eyes are hard as stone. It’s difficult to categorize him, and he always seems to be shifting. For much of your dinner, Yanjun was nowhere near as cold. Just because he wasn’t talking didn’t mean that he was trying to freeze you out or scare you. But now, you can’t be sure. When you look up at him, you can’t help but remember the way he used to look at you. He gazed at you with such warmth, like you were the sun and stars and everything in the universe –– a sentiment that you shared toward him.

Now, none of that remains. Yanjun looks at you, and there is… nothing there. Negativity, resentment, and bitterness, perhaps. Though you don’t want it to be so, there is no longer anything warm and loving when he beholds you. There is only dislike. He speaks deliberately, mouth forming his words with self-assurance. You can’t construe his tone as anything but loathing. “I couldn’t have known that.”

#lin yanjun #nine percent scenarios #idol producer scenarios #lin yanjun x reader #yanjun scenarios #after like ??? a moNTH??#IT'S HERE

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vermemesol · 5 years ago

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College! AU | Nine Percent - Part 2

Pairing : Nine Percent x Fem!Reader

Genre : College!AU, Fluff

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You sat at the cafeteria with the boys and they introduce themselves to you.

“So you two aren’t related right?” Lin Kai asked.

“No!” both you and Xu Kun answered in unison.

“Hao Hao~!!” a familiar voice calls out to Justin it seems.

“Oh God, it’s her again.” Cheng Cheng stated in agony.

“What’s she doing here?” the annoying girl asks, pointing at you.

“I belong here.” you answer without shame.

“We invited her obviously.” Yan Jun added.

It was at this moment that you decide to continue beeing cheeky, so you stand up and say, “By the way, we haven’t really met, have we? I’m Cai Y/N.” You extend an arm to shake hands with her. Surprisingly she does shake hands with you, her grip, however, tightening with every shake. “Just because you have the same family name as Kun Kun doesn’t mean you’re anyhow close to him.” one of her underlings say from the side. “Oh, I don’t know. Whether or not I’m close to any of these guys, it’s up to them you know? Not me.” you say, tightening your grip as well. She finally can’t handle the strength you were exerting and let’s go. “Hmph, let’s go girls.”

“Woah, that was so different from how you were before.” Li Nong stated. “I’ve learnt to deal with girls like those.” you continued to eat your lunch after replying him. The entire lunch break consisted of you teasing Xu Kun and Justin about their ‘top tier fangirls’.

A few weeks pass by and nothing much happens. Just the usual routine of going to school, lunch with the boys, working at the cafe, the boys still going to the cafe as much as they can. Oh! They’ve added you into their group chat, so a lot of interesting conversations unfold I guess.

It’s another day and as always, you walk to the cafe with the boys after school. This time though, you were stopped in front of the school by a limo and a man dressed very formally. “Miss Cai.” he bowed. “Your parents request that you return home early today.” he says with an unchanging facial expression. “Y/N do you know this guy?” Zheng Ting asks. “Unfortunately, yes. I’m afraid you guys will have to head off without me.” you say walking towards the open limo door. “I’ll text you guys later.” you flash a smile at them before getting into the expensive vehicle.

They watched as the vehicle left. “She didn’t seem too happy.” Justin pointed out. “Come to think of it, she never talks about her family.” Zheng Ting adds. “She never really talks about herself at all doesn’t she?” Cheng Cheng adds again. “Oh shit, you’re right.” Lin Kai comes to realization. “Watch your words!” Zheng Ting scolds. “We never really ask about her either.” Zi Yi says.

They all just stand around for a moment looking at each other as they have come to realize that they know literally nothing about you.

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That's all for now, I'm gonna go sleep now, it's 7AM here RIP. I hope you liked it! And yes they BOOOIIISSS groupchat is in Ming Hao (Justin) POV.

And yes I just made Y/N something you will never actually be, filthy rich. :D

I like doing text based stuff more so maybe I'll do more of that in the future since I suck at actually writing.

Ah, yes, please ignore the time in the texts! It's actually like 9PM as Ming Hao said.

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blizzardfluffykpop · 6 years ago

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First Impressions

Summary: He seems mysterious, but he’s so much more.

Yanjun X Reader

This was requested by @shininjjongg btw

Prompt: 23. “You look like you’re on the naughty list… But man I’ve never met a kinder person”

Mysterious; my first impression of Lin Yanjun, that changed quickly. I met him on my second day of college, when I walked straight into him. He sat right behind me, on the first day and on that second day, I just had to walk into him with coffee in my hand. His white button up stained immediately. My eyes went wide, apologies start slipping out of my mouth before, I even look at the person I spilled it on. I looked up to see who I spilled my coffee all over and, see Yanjun, “Hey, don’t worry about it! Tide can get anything out-” I interrupted him with, “Well yeah, but I don’t want you to go around with coffee stains, wait-I have an oversized sweater, it’ll fit you, I bet” He shook his head at me, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, what’s a little coffee stain?” I pulled it out, “Please?” He sighed, “If it makes you feel better” as we walked the rest of the way into class, into our respective seats he slipped it on, “How will I get this back to you?” He asked me, “Bring it to me in class tomorrow?” He scrunched up his nose, “But what if I want to give it to you sooner, so I don’t forget?” I thought about it for a second, before I had pulled out my phone and said, “Text yourself through my phone, so you have my number, we’ll exchange dorm numbers then.” He nodded the professor came in, and began their lesson.

After that incident, we texted each other for hours, he was hilarious, even if the jokes were stupid they could make me laugh, he has a way with words. He looked like a total bad boy, mysterious, white haired, tan skin, eyes that seemed to see right through you. But that last part was because he zones out. Now, I can see he is anything but mysterious, rather an open book, he would profess to you his life story if you’d hear it. Which I did, and I told him a lot about my life, we’d sneak up to the rooftop just chatting about our lives, what we want to be, who we truly are. Blankets wrapped around us as we exclaim our fears to the world, our happiness spilling from our lips.

He made me trust him, his aura makes me want to tell him everything I’ve ever been through, and I know he’d listen. Just how I listen to him ramble and rant how he doesn’t think he is good enough to be a rapper, and a singer. Which he is more than good, I would even go to say the best I’ve ever heard in my life. He’s soft, sweet, caring, a bundle of laughter, but he knows when to throw a punch. If I was being real, I think he is the guy of my dreams, but let’s keep that to ourselves.

It’s Christmas Eve, Yanjun and I didn’t head home, mine was to far away and his parents were on a vacation in Maui. I texted him to meet me up at the rooftop, I set up my phone to project movies with blankets and pillows and Christmas lights strung around the whole rooftop. He texts me back almost immediately that he’ll be up in a few.

He smiles at me shutting the rooftop door, surprising how they’ve never locked it. We sit there watching The Year Without a Santa Claus™, as the movie ends I look at him, “You know,” “Hmm?” he asks turning his head to look at me, “you look like you’re on the naughty list… But man I’ve never met a kinder person.” He smiles at me, “I could say the same about you, no one ever listens to my troubles like you do, laughs at my jokes as hard as you do, no one compares to you” I scoot a little closer to him, “I’ve never met someone who listens to my worries, my fears, or makes me smile when my day has been the absolute worst” He scoots in a little closer, “I’ve never fallen for someone as fast as I fell for you,...”

I look from his eyes to his lips, four times before I lean in, turning my head and kissing him. His lips are as soft as his word, plush as the pillows behind us. When we, finally, pull away, I say softly, “I’ve never fallen for someone like I have for you, it's like a bottomless pit.” He grins, “What does this make us?” I think, “Well I’d say we’re in relationship, unless you don’t want that-” He shakes his head, “No I think being a relationship would be perfect” I peck his lips, “I think this has been the best Christmas Eve I’ve ever had.” He whispers into my ear, “I second that” he grins pulling me into his lap wrapping the blanket around as we start up another movie.

#9th day of 37 days of Christmas #day 9 of 37 days of Christmas #37 days of christmas #fluff #christmas fanfiction #lin yanjun #yanjun #yanjun nine percent #lin yanjun nine percent #nine percent #yanjun x reader #nine percent x reader #x reader #reader #cpop x reader #c-pop x reader #reader insert

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cailopsia-blog · 6 years ago

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little by little

word count: 711

pairing: lin yanjun x reader

prompt: cats, coffee, sleep

a/n: for the wonderful @evanism88 ♡ pls forgive my rustiness luv.

4:16 PM // cats

“of all things to be afraid of, you’re afraid of oscar? and mimi? auntie zhou’s two old, fat cats?”

“...what are you afraid of, then?” ( 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.

“we all have our fears.” he’s gentle in the way he speaks, his fingers even gentler in the way they unpeel the plastic slips from a few pokémon 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. “i’m scared of heights, my cousin’s cooking, and… that you might’ve sprained your ankle.”

“but you can climb on my back; i’ll carry you home…” he pauses, then grins, as toothy and unapologetically mischievous as always. “if it means your mum’s gonna treat me to her zha jiang mian for saving you!”

“lin yanjun, i swear you’re only my best friend for food!”

7:38 PM // coffee

you’re 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 sweet—or 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 you’ve 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

“are you safe? are you coming home soon?”

“don’t think i can make it home tonight, babe…”

“why? is everything okay?”

“it's storming in chongqing; all flights scheduled outta here tonight have been cancelled.”

the line goes silent and yanjun closes his eyes. runs a hand through his dishevelled pre-tour black, now strawberry blonde hair. he’s already picturing it. the way resignation flickers across your face, how you’ll crinkle your nose and sigh before telling him that it’s okay because that’s 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.

after a long beat, he finally breaks the silence. “this is the last time in a long time.”

“mm?”

“it’s always been about me,” 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 can’t swallow them like he usually does—he can’t stomach his own selfishness anymore. “and it shouldn’t be like this. like you waiting, always waiting, never knowing when i’m coming home or when i’m leaving.”

“yanjun, it’s—“

“no, this... this isn’t okay. this shouldn’t have ever been okay with you. when i’m home this time, things are gonna change. i won’t go—i 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.”

when you speak again, your voice is so quiet, he can hardly hear it over the rustling of your bedsheets. “do you remember our first date? when you promised me stars?”

“yes, and i haven’t given—“

“you gave me you, didn’t you?” you laugh. “you’ve given me all my most cherished memories and i wouldn’t have our relationship any other way. you gave me the biggest and best star, too—you.”

“god, i’m so blessed to have you. i love you.”

“i love you too, lin yanjun. just come home safe, sound and soon, okay? i gotta sleep now.”

“g’night, babe. i’ll be home as soon as i can.”

< end call >

a few hours later

he returns home at 5am, beat and worn to the core, from his group’s 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 he’s in. “i’m home, baby.”

#nine percent #npc #9%#nine percent scenario #nine percent fluff #lin yanjun #lin yanjun fluff #yanjun fluff #lin yanjun scenarios #yanjun scenarios #yanjun x reader #yanjun angst #writing #mine #cailopsia #inkmeiup

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awyugyeom · 6 years ago

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nine percent masterlist

cai xukun

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chen linong

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fan chengcheng

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justin / huang minghao

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lin yanjun

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zhu zhengting

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wang ziyi

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xiao gui

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you zhangjing

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anzanxious · 4 years ago

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Day Off Naps Lin Yanjun x Reader

Iced Coffee with a Shot of Caramel (Finn Balor x Reader)

Just A Doll Hawks X reader

We Had A Fight (Finn Balor x Reader)

Last Flight Out (Finn Balor Fluff)

Hold Me the Way You Used to Do Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Movie’s Not Over Hawks/Keigo Takami and gn!Reader

7 Minutes in Heaven - Lin Yanjun ver. Reader x Lin Yanjun

Better Late Than Never - Bi Wenjun x Reader

Mushroom Pasta Boyfriend!Jun x Reader Fluff

French Fries - Lin Yanjun x Reader

Don’t Look - Lin Yanjun x Reader

Orange Plushy - Lin Yanjun x Reader

Week Off - Demon King!Yanjun x Reader

Broken Vow - Wang Ziyi x Reader

Shopping With the Demon King

To The Rescue - Lin Yanjun x Tall-ish!Reader

Cold Blood - Lin Yanjun x Reader

boyfriend!Wang Ziyi during his girlfriend’s period

Edge of Paradise - Sugar Daddy!Lin Yanjun x Reader

Fine China - Lin Yanjun x Reader

Nine Percent Crime Org - Bickering During A Meeting

Swept Away

25 , 2, 23, 24, 22, 1, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3,

@kopi-and-honey my hand slipped-

#anza rants #why did I do this you ask?#I was bored #and idk if there is smut in any of these #cus I just copy pasted and didnt read any of it XD #this was fun #and I'm pretty sure that I missed a lot of them #And this is by no means organised #sorry

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threeopossumsinacoat · 4 years ago

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Yanjun: Brat tamer

Part of the Head is spinning series

Pairing: Lin Yanjun x female reader Genre: smut

Summary: You end up in a battle of wills with fuck boy Lin Yanjun. Spoiler alert: you both win.

Warnings: explicit language, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), bratty reader, choking, rough sex, protected sex, degradation (s**t, w***e)

Word count: 1.4k

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“Stop, looking at me like that Y/n,” Yanjun orders as he continues to sketch.

“Look at you like what?” you wonder.

“Like you wanna fuck me,” he smirks.

“I don’t, Junie. That’s just how I look,” you smile back.

“Is that how you get every guy on campus to fuck you?” he asks, a playful smile still on his lips, but he’s trying to concentrate.

“Not every guy.” You roll your eyes. “And I don’t have to ‘get’ them to. They’re begging for it,” you boast.

“Well, not me, so don’t even think about it. You’re just here as a model. Just a stand in. So don’t get any ideas.” He leans back to take a look at his work and compare it to you.

“Fuck, Lin Yanjun, you really know how to make a girl feel special.” You let out a bored sigh as he makes adjustments. “Don’t worry. I’m not interested in campus fuck boys anyway.”

He chuckles. “Don’t like the competition?”

“Oh baby, we aren’t even in the same league.”

Yanjun sets his sketchbook down with a thud. “So, now you think you’re better than me?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. It’s an absolutely withering stare, yet you can feel the wetness pooling between your legs. You melt a little under that stare.

“No, Junie. I’m not saying that,” you breathe.

He stands to walk toward you, around his coffee table to stand in front of you where you’re spread out on the couch, just as he’d asked. It’d taken every ounce of control you had over your mouth not to ask him to draw you “like one of your french girls,” when he’d suggested the pose earlier. He leans over you and takes your jaw in his strong hand, looking straight into your eyes with his face only a few inches away. “You talk a big game, Y/n. Let’s see what you got.” He stands up straight again and unbuttons his pants.

“I thought you told me not to get any ideas,” you smirk.

“You want to be a brat. I’ll show you how I handle brats,” he says, unzipping his pants and pulling out his mostly hard member. You can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him as he strokes himself. “Open,” he orders you.

You try and fail to resist a smile forming on your lips. If he wants to play brat tamer then you'll do your part. You turn your eyes up at him without moving any other part of your body, giving him a defiant look. His hand takes your chin again, more roughly this time. “Open,” he insists. This time you do as you're told, opening your mouth a bit and sticking out your tongue obnoxiously. He doesn’t hesitate to shove his tip past your lips, pushing as far into you as he can at once until you gag on him. You open your jaw a little wider and let him fuck your mouth. Just when he starts to feel like he’s got the upper hand you take him by surprise, wrapping your hand gently around him and suck off his length with a pop.

“Mm, fuck, Junie. You do have a nice dick,” you grin up at him as you pump him a few times before taking him back in your mouth to show him you’re in control. You swirl your tongue around his head, drawing out a low moan from him before plunging him deep into your mouth again. You hollow your cheeks as you bob on him, listening to his breathy moans while your tongue slips over him.

He gathers your hair in his hands and looks down at you. “Fuck, you have a pretty nice mouth...for a brat,” he mutters. At that you release him from your mouth again.

“Don’t test me, Yanjun,” you warn him.

Yanjun’s eyes turn instantly darker and a devilish grin pulls his lips. He thinks he definitely wants to test you. He knots his fingers in your hair and wraps his other hand around your arm to pull you off the couch. He moves you quickly over to his kitchen table and releases you only to grab you by the hips and place you on top of the wood platform. His hand is suddenly on your neck, pulling your lips to his, crashing together as you both moan. You reach your hands under his shirt and feel his warm smooth skin momentarily before pushing the fabric upward and he breaks your kiss to rid himself of it. His lips return to yours and you run your tongue out to part them, inviting his own out to play. Yanjun’s hand goes to the zipper at the back of your dress and pulls it down forcefully, dragging the sleeves down your arms before he goes back for your bra. He leans you back on the table to bring his mouth to your nipple, sucking it harshly and grazing his teeth over the sensitive nub.

“Fuck, Yanjun, you gonna eat me or what?” you whine at the stimulation.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” he asks as he pulls your dress down further, over your hips and drops it on the floor.

“Maybe.”

He runs slightly calloused hands over your smooth skin as he takes in the sight of your body, dressed only in your panties now, but he decides to do away with those as well. Now that you’re completely naked he takes one of your dangling legs and places it over his shoulder while pushing your other thigh out wide against the table, opening up your drenched core for him to see.

“So pretty,” he praises unexpectedly. He runs his finger over your folds, toying with you, and chuckles at your whimpers. “You want me so bad, don’t you, you fucking brat.”

“I guess I do,” you reply, daring him to pleasure you.

He slips one finger into your heat. “Damn, you’re tight,” he breathes. He enjoys the weak cry you give when he adds another finger and slowly begins to stroke you. You rut against his fingers, annoyed by his slowness, but he likes teasing you. You lick your fingers and rub them over your needy clit, desperate for more stimulation. "God you really are horny little slut are you?" he laughs.

"Don't call me a slut, whore," you spit back before moaning at your own pleasure.

"Keep it up," he challenges.

"Why don't you just show me what you got, Junie?" you taunt.

Turned on and still a little annoyed, Yanjun reaches in his pocket and pulls out a condom before he pushes his jeans and his briefs down to the floor. "You fucking asked for it," he mutters, ripping open the package with his teeth and quickly slipping on the rubber. He pushes your hand away and centers himself at your dripping slit. He slides into you quickly, bottoming out in one go. "Such a good little slut," he moans at the sound of your cry. You can't say anything as he gives you hard thrusts and fills you up at high speed. "Finally figured out how to shut you up, huh?" He smiles at the fucked out expression that's taken over your face as he rails you. You want to argue, but you can't. Deciding to be generous he rubs his thumb over your clit harshly and pushes you toward your high. Obscenities and broken forms of his name spill from your lips as the knot in your stomach tightens and you can only scream as it bursts. He slows down a little and rides out your high feeling you pulse around him.

"Fuck. You're so sexy coming all over my cock," he moans. "Do you like it, slut?" When you don't answer he leans over you and wraps his hand around your throat. He picks up the speed. "I said, do you like taking my cock, you little slut?" He growls.

"I love taking your cock, Yanjun," you choke out and he releases you.

"You're so good at it, too," he groans. "Fuck I'm gonna cum soon," he tells you. He grabs your thighs and gives a few more full hard thrusts before his dick twitches inside you. He leans over you again, this time his hands on either side of your chest as he pants. He gives you a few soft kisses over your collar bone before he finds the strength to stand and pull out of you. He takes your hand and pulls you up too. He looks you in the eyes again and strokes your cheek with his thumb. "I guess you're not so bad."

#Lin Yanjun smut #nine percent smut

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chxseungyoun · 6 years ago

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Lin Yanjun ✨ 》

Genre: Hogwarts AU, Fluff, Mild Angst

Pairing: Slytherin! Keeper Yanjun x Gryffindor! Chaser Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Maybe it wasn't meant for you to get along with everyone despite being one of the friendliest Gryffindors. You had numerous friends from all the houses and if you were to be given a muggle award, you would have been referred to as Miss Congeniality.

However, there was one person who you just could not get along with and that was Lin Yanjun. The keeper of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He wasn't a prince of his house though since he was after all, a half-blood just like you.

You two had always butt heads in games. Both one of their respective team's house players. You two were made to be opponents considering how your positions were up against one another.

Not to mention how he would always do something in the classes you two had together that would tick you off. Like how he pulled a mandrake from its pot when you were still just about to put your earmuffs on. You had been the target of teasing by some Slytherins because you fainted that day.

How he added knotgrass to your concotion making it explode and caused you both to lose house points. You just did not understand why he was being such an ass when it came to you. You never even got back at him for it.

"Off to practice?" One of your Gryffindor friends, Junyi, asked as he saw you with his broom.

"Yeah." You said, not so enthusiastic about it when everyone knew you loved Quidditch.

"Anything wrong, dear?" He looked at you with concern and frowned a bit.

"Joint practice with Slytherin. You know what that means~ " You pursed his lips.

"Ah. Yanjun." He nodded, familiar with your constant bickering. "May Merlin's luck be with you both." He said before waving and leaving.

You made your way to the field and straight into your team, not even sparing a glance at the other team. You went straight into the Gryffindor beater, Zhibang who was busy pulling on the chest with the bludger in it.

"Need help?" You offered him who quickly nodded.

"Be careful, Bang. She's going to get your equipment dirty with her filthy muggleblood." Yanjun snickered as he saw the two of you.

"Speak for yourself, aren't you also a half-blood?" You shot back and you saw a few of the Slytherin cheer at the back.

"At least I come from a noble family...you on the other hand, you only live through hand-me-downs. Pity." He smirked triumphantly and left.

It was true. You were not as priviledge as he was but that never dawned on you because you felt contented with life. "At least I ain't being disowned by my own house for that, prince." You did not know why you fought back this time but you just had enough.

But you didn't know how heavy of an impact your words had been. It was something he had hated a lot and coming from you, maybe it just caused him frustration. He was about to pull out his wand and jinx you but the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team had disarmed him before he could.

"Points will be deducted from both houses if you push through with this, I suggest we just have our practice and forget this ever happened."

So the practice began. It was hard to focus with the frequent banter between you and the slytherin boy but both teams just had to overcome it. Even after practice, you two were shooting glares from across the halls.

When Christmas break came, you cannot help but feel delighted to go home since that meant no Yanjun to bother you. You were also thrilled to see your family again since it's been months since you last did.

You were even more thrilled hearing how you were going to visit one of their friends for a joined celebration. You met only a few of your parents' friends. The Qins, The Jings, The Zhangs are just a few of them.

You have never heard of them mention the Lins before. You just rolled your eyes at the thought that they had the same surname as the boy you hated and you knew it was omen.

An omen, indeed as you saw what seemed to be, a fresh from sleep Yanjun scratching his head behind his parents. To be honest, they had a manor of their own and the way they dressed screamed wealthy apart from their son who looked unkempt.

"What are you doing here?!" He was the first to react upon seeing you.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE-"

"It's my house, genius." He snickered and crossed his arms.

"Seems like they're acquainted?" Your mother laughed nervously to break the foul mood.

"I think so too." Yanjun's mom smiled softly. "Dear, why don't you go get dressed while we entertain our friends."

Yanjun left without another word and vanished into one of the rooms within the manor. The exterior had a Victorian style to it. You almost questioned how your families met because your parents were more simple than the Lins.

As you were led to your respective rooms, you heard the door to your room close and you saw the snarky boy leaning agains the door frame with his arms crossed. "Do you secretly like me and just decided to go straight into my house? Explains that sour attitude of yours~" he hummed in delight

"I don't have interest in snakes." You rolled your eyes at him as you continue to unpack your things. "If I had known you were the son of my parents' friends, I would have stayed at Hogwarts instead."

"But you're still here. Wouldn't everyone at school fuss about you sleeping with me?" He laughed sarcastically.

"First of all. I am sleeping in this room and not with you. Second of all, that's going to be bad for you since they'd think you like a half-blood." You shot him a glare. "Now, leave before I hex you."

"I'd like to see you try. However, I'm here on my mom's favor. She wanted me to tour you around our manor. I assume you've never been to one." His conceited self just had to say something.

Regardless, you just went with it. For someone so obnoxious, he sounded really knowledgeable about history. His lineage in match with the history of magic was well explained to you and you just stayed quiet to listen to him.

You noticed something about his stories. He never seem to be ashamed of how he was a half-blood. From what you understood, he was actually proud of his family's history.

"I hope you don't mind me asking but...who is the muggle between your parents?" You were hesitant on asking him since you two were not the closest after all.

"My mother. But..she has her own magic to her." He smiled as you both stopped in one of her portraits.

You watched as he adored the portrait. He loved his mother a lot and it showed and for once, it felt nice meeting this side of Yanjun.

Over the Christmas break, you two had gotten to know one another better. You found out that he was not such a horrible boy after all. He also found out that you were an enjoyable companion through out your stay but school was about to start again and you two did not know how you should treat one another.

You had both resorted to just staying off one another's paths. It would be less confusing to see both of you ignoring one another than actually being friendly to one another.

You often missed one another but no one had been brave enough to admit it. Were feelings brewing for one another? Possibly but yet again, both of you did not know what to do with the feelings that were beginning to bloom between you both.

It was until that one night when you were heading to potions when you heard two slytherins talking, or so you assumed considering how their dormitory was close to the potions class.

"Should we just hex Yanjun? He does not even deserve to be considered a Slytherin with his muggle parent." They laughed coldly.

"He should have been in that lame house Gryffindor."

Yes, your house was insulted as well but you were more infuriated with how they talked about Yanjun. His mother was his life and these rotten students were talking spat about her.

"Why you--" and you didn't know what came to you but you ended up jinxing the two. You already knew you were putting your house points at risk but you could not care less.

It was just about time Yanjun went out of the common room and saq you with your wand out towards the two.

"Y/N?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked from you to his two house members. "What's going on?"

As the two tried to get up, they spat something else which this time agitated Yanjun. "Students with muggle parents are horrible. Like you, Lin and especially her!"

No surprises there when you both got detention. You for Jinxing the two Slytherins and Yanjun for punching them both in the eye. You two sat next to one another as Filtch watched over both of you.

In secret, you had held onto Yanjun's hand as you inspected him for bruises. He threw quite a hard punch at them and was worried he was harmed too. Yanjun's eyes on the other hand were focused on you. After knowing how you jinxed them because you were trying to stand up for him made him felt something within the depths of his heart.

Maybe he had been a fool for not noticing how beautiful you were upclose. How your nose had this unique curve to it. How your long lashes shaded over your vibrant eyes. He felt his heart thump and he knew right then and there that he liked you more than he resented you in the past.

You turned your head to look up at him and came eye to eye with his intense gaze. You tried to keep that contact hoping that he would break away from him but he didn't. It almost felt too nerve-wrecking the way he stared at you.

As Filtch left, you turned your heard briefly to look towards the door. Only to turn your attention back to Yanjun who still stared at you. "Why...did you even defend me? You got yourself into trouble because of that..."

"They were belittling you and your mother...I couldn't just let them do that..." you mumbled as heat rised to your cheeks. It was a lie to say that his eyes weren't enticing because you just can't look away from them.

He briefly glanced at your lips and took in a deep breathe. "This is the only time I am going to apologize...but I am sorry..."

"What do you m--" before you could complete your question, he already had his lips on yours. Normally, you would have pushed him away but the way he had kissed you so slow and so soft, it only made you want more.

You unconsciously held onto his dress robes and you felt a hand snake around your waist as he pulled you closer towards his body. It laster for a few more minutes before you two had to break apart to grasp back air to your lungs.

"W-what was t-that for?!" You finally questioned as you slapped his arm which made him feign hurt.

"I wouldn't have done that if you did not make me like you!" He sighed and turned away from you with his cheeks all red.

"What do you mean I made you like me!"

"I have a crush on your half-blood ass, idiot." He mumbled so fast due to embarrassment.

"You...do?"

"I mean..why would I kiss you for no reason..." he glanced at you and felt his body getting warm from embarrassment as it was now your turn to stare intensely at him. "But why did you kiss back, huh?" He shot back and crossed his arms.

"Maybe I like you half-blood ass self as well." You huffed and were about to hop off you stool and leave when you felt your hand being tugged back. You forgot how you had been holding on to his hand the whole time.

As he tugged your hand back, you went straight back into kissing him. Truth is, it felt great but something should not be said to prevent Yanjun's head from getting bigger with narcissism than it already was.

"S-stop...Filtch will give us detention if he catches us.." you tried to push his shoulder away but he only leaned his forehead against yours.

"Let him then...I'll always have you to myself then." He smirked at you and you swore you wanted to slap it off his face. "Be my girlfriend." He said more of a dictation than a question.

"No way. Ask properly." You crossed your arms at him

"Will you please be my girlfriend? There. This is the lowest I can go...don't push it."

Yanjun might have had such a high pride but it was nothing you felt bad towards. You grew to like both his good sides and his flaws. You two dating ended up being the biggest issue during your batch. How could these two enemies end up with one another?

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peanutpinet · 4 years ago

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Lin YanJun x Reader (secret agent au) part 1

So it is a special day today. It’s YanJun’s 25th birthday!!!! Happy birthday to Lin YanJun. I wish you the best for your future!! Don’t worry, I don’t mind your lame cold/dry jokes even though sometimes I would just sigh. Also thank you for those pick-up lines because it will definitely be useful. Anyways, I had this dream of Yanjun almost 3 weeks ago and well, it’s his day so why not just post it.

It was another typical day at work (MIB, because in my dream there are aliens and all). You were just another one of the workers, not agent, just a normal worker who helps assign the mission to the agents, bring coffees/teas to the head directors and basically anything but the main field action. While you may not be an agent, you learn a thing or two by being close with the top group of the agency, NinePercent (because why not). The boys teaching you all sorts of things if worst comes to worst something bad happens and they were not able to help you. Though you were always joking around with them saying that ‘it would never happen’ or ‘I’m sure that you guys will be able to stop it before it goes south’, today was not those days.

You were practising with YanJun, one of the top class agents in the agency. How did you become close with him and the other 8 boys is a story for next time. But the main problem was that, as the two of you were practising and joking around, the alarm of the agency went off. An announcement indicates that slenderman-like creature has invaded the agency and all agents are required to get as many staff to safety as possible.

Immediately, YanJun’s eyes diverted towards you. Worry can be seen in his pupils as he went over to you, grabbing your arm gently, your attention was now towards him. While YanJun’s eyes were filled with worry, yours were filled with fear. You know about the jobs the agents do everyday; but not once did you ever see go to scene during the aftermath, let alone see the actual action first hand. Which worries both you and YanJun.

“w-what’s going on? Someone bypassed our security?!” you asked YanJun as he gently grabbed your hand

“I don’t know what happened either. But what I do know is that we have to get out of here and get you to safety. Come, follow me” YanJun said, basically dragging you along with him

YanJun first checked the outside of the room, making sure that there were no creature in the hallway. When the coast was clear, he then told you to head out first, with him following closely behind. Despite wanting to cling onto YanJun because you were scared, you didn’t think it was a good idea. Sure you had a crush on him, but who wouldn’t? You were one of the only girl workers in the agency that he actually talked to quite often. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship the both of you have. Especially in a situation where both of your lives were on the line.

As you were lost in thought, someone tapped on your shoulder gently. But because of the situation, you couldn’t help but be shocked and scream a bit. Turning around, your eyes met with YanJun’s. Basically both your face were now only inches away from each other. YanJun apologised for startling you and you said that it was alright. He asked you if you were alright, mentally. He knew that you had never experience anything like this and wanted to make sure that you were alright. You nodded gently and just told him that you’re scared of all the possibilities that can happen. YanJun shook his head and patted yours, telling you that as long as he was alive, nothing will ever happen to you. You thank him, basically a blushing mess.

As selfish as it seems, you wanted the moment between the two of you to last longer but unfortunately, the two of you were interrupted by a loud scream, piercing through the hallway. Immediately, YanJun grabbed your hand and ran. The two of you ran towards one side of the hallway as YanJun heard many footsteps coming towards the two of you from the other hallway. However, YanJun stopped his tracks right in the middle of 4 different paths. You questioned him why he stopped but he didn’t answer. Instead, he jumped to the nearest wall and up towards one of the air ventilation, making his way into the ventilation. He then called out to you, extending his arm. You were scared but YanJun just told you to jump as high as you can and try your best to reach out to his hand. You did as he told and thankfully in the first try, you managed to grab his hand. In a swift motion, YanJun pulled you up then closed the ventilation then telling you to be quiet.

YanJun kept a serious watch through the little slits of the ventilation door. Finally getting to see the slenderman-like creatures. They were like dogs, black colour covered their whole body except for the face. Just like slenderman, their faces were white but it doesn’t have a complete face. What caught YanJun’s attention was how well those creatures react. They may not have eyes nor nose. But their hearing and touch senses were definitely something to keep in mind. One little noise, diverted their whole attention.

Once the creatures left, YanJun then asked you if you were alright. If you were hurt anywhere. But you reassure him that you’re physically fine; just have a slight heart attack. YanJun then told you to go crawl first, directing you every crawl of the way. Until finally, the two of you reached another ventilation. YanJun slowly opened the ventilation. You questioned him why on earth would he do that but he didn’t say anything. Once the ventilation was opened, he just dropped down, making a loud sound as he landed on both his feet. Both of you then heard many footsteps heading towards where YanJun was standing. You were now basically almost shouting at YanJun; asking him what on earth is he doing. He took his gun out, looking back at you and smirk, telling you to keep going straight and at the first four path you see, go left then the next fourth path, go right up until you see another ventilation. He said that he’ll meet you there.

You wanted to shout at him, you wanted to yell and nag at him, telling him to come back and stick together. But this was the Lin YanJun we’re talking about. He’s in top 9 of all the agents across the world. He and 8 others are in a league of their own that the agency made them into a group of their own. No matter what creature they were facing, what weapon is in hand, whatever setting or person they were with, he and the other 8, never failed a mission. This is what made you trust him. Trust his instincts and direction. With a heavy heart, you closed the ventilation and made your way, following YanJun’s direction.

Seeing that you have made your move, YanJun’s gaze changed. The warm smile that would reveal his dimples were gone. It was now replaced with usual cold stern gaze when he would be doing his job. Checking his phone and texting in the group of 9 people, YanJun looked back up, hearing the footsteps coming closer and closer. He put his phone back into his coat, cocking his gun and stood his ground, getting ready for whatever is coming towards him.

Note: both pictures are not mine

But also, I will make a pt 2 for this. I just decided to split it because it was quite long

#yanjun #lin yanjun #evan lin #linyanjun #nine percent yanjun #lin yanjun scenarios #NINE PERCENT #lin yanjun imagines #lin yanjun x reader #happybirthdayyanjun #ily is i love yanjun #林彦俊

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evanismfic · 6 years ago

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half-agony ( teaser. )

when you last set foot inside the palace seven years ago, your heart was shattered into a thousand pieces. now, after the dowager empress’s death, you find that you still cannot even dare to hope.

persuasion-inspired, historical/royal!au

yanjun x reader

❝ IT’S GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK,” Yanjun says. For all the refinement in his dress, he still slouches a little, shoulders raised as he cants a hip to the side ---- the way he used to when the two of you were still kids. He’s twenty-five now. Handsome as ever. Voice still rich and soft and tender when addressing you. One would think that his father-in-law isn’t standing less than a foot from him. The emperor’s Right Hand eyes you with obvious distaste, sleeve already raised to his mouth as if he is mere seconds away from whispering disparaging comments about you into Yanjun’s ear. You have no doubt that he will as soon as you are out of sight. Seven years have brought very little change to Lin’an.

In the wake of your silence, the emperor looks at you expectantly. You have to remind yourself that this isn’t the little boy who used to fish your ribbons out of the river for you, who would stand on his tiptoes to pick the ripest fruit to share. You doubt he is still the same man that you loved. He is a man of power, now. He is atop the world’s finest nation. He is expected to lead it in war, to become a conqueror. “This humble servant thanks the crown,” you tell him, lowering yourself to your knees. Hands folded in your sleeves, you bow once more. “It is an honor to serve the great Dragon Emperor.” When you dare to glance up at Yanjun, his mouth is drawn into a tight line. Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say.

#lin yanjun #nine percent scenarios #idol producer scenarios #lin yanjun x reader #yanjun scenarios

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vermemesol · 5 years ago

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College! AU | Nine Percent - Part 1

Pairing : Nine Percent x Fem!Reader

Genre : College!AU, Fluff

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“Is that the new girl?”

“I heard she’s the heiress to the Cai family!”

“Cai family? Is she related to Cai Xu Kun?”

“No way! I’m so jealous!”

You gripped the strap of your backpack as you walked down the hall, hearing the whispers about you, feeling their gazes on you. ‘Here we go again.’ you thought, still walking down the hall to the office, head hanging low, gaze on the floor instead of straight ahead.

Soon enough, it was time for class and you followed the teacher from the office to your class.

You did a small bow. “I’m Cai Y/N.” you introduced yourself coldly. You didn’t say much about yourself and the teacher wanted to urge you to say more but she didn’t bother in the end. “You can sit anywhere you want.” she gestured to the few empty seats scattered around the class. “Okay.”

You sit at the empty seat at the very back of the classroom, next to a guy. All the empty seats were next to girls and you didn’t want to sit next to them either because girls liked to gossip a lot and be nosy, which you didn’t want.

“Hey~” the guy seated next to you greeted, grinning widely. You ignored him though. “Um... My name is Justin.” Ignored, again. He gave up trying to get you to talk to him for the next few periods.

As soon as class ended, you grab your stuff and head out the back door immediately. “Wai-” Justin tried to call out to you but you left too quickly. “And there she goes.” he sighs. “Who?” Ming Hao turns around to face the owner of the voice that asked who. “My seatmate.” he answers. “You have a seatmate now?” Zheng Ting asks again. “Yeah, she just transferred here. Cai Y/N. She hasn’t talked to me yet though...” he sighs yet again. “Oof. Not a very warm seatmate you have there.”

Meanwhile, you are making your way through the halls and into the cafeteria. You grab some food, find a seat and start to eat. “Oh hey. If it isn’t the new girl.” you hear someone say to you as you were eating. “I hear that you chose to sit beside Justin.” You continue to eat, not paying any attention to her, which annoyed her. “You’ve got some nerve to be ignoring Justin and me on your first day! Do you not want to have a good life at school?” You continue to ignore her. “Fine.” she scoffs, grabbing a carton of milk and pouring it on your head. You dropped your cutlery and stood up, glaring at her. “Look.” You grabbed the collar of her school uniform. “I would like it if you wouldn’t come and waste my time talking shit. Did I do anything wrong? No. So unless you want to get a broken jaw. I suggest you leave me alone. Got it?” You let go of her, grab your stuff and head to the restroom.

As you left the cafeteria, Justin just entered it with his friends, so he saw you leaving. “Y/N?” he called your name as you were walking past him but you didn’t hear him. “You know that girl?” Zhang Jing asked. “Yeah, she’s my seatmate...” “Was that milk all over her???” Cheng Cheng asked.

You didn’t go back to class after lunch because your clothes were soaked and you had no spare clothes with you. So you were sent home. But instead of going home, you went to your work place, a well hidden cafe that was in between the school and your home.

“Y/N! You finished school early? Woah, you smell of milk.” your co-worker took in a few sniffs. “I was excused from school because some girl poured milk all over me during lunch... I’m gonna go take a shower.” “Your uniform is in locker seven!” your co-worker tells you.

For the rest of the day you work at the cafe and around 4PM... “Welcome to The Ne-” you freeze at the sight of your seatmate Justin and his friends. “You know ‘em?” your co-worker asks. “They’re regulars here.” she adds. ‘Shit.’ you curse in your head.

‘First day of school, get rumors about you spread around like wild fire, sits next to who might be one of the popular kids in school, get milk poured all over you by an obnoxious girl, and now your schoolmates are regulars at your new job. How wonderful.’ these were the thoughts that went through your mind as you served the boys their food and beverages. “Enjoy.” you smile, yet it somehow sounded cold. “Y/N.” Justin called out to you. You stop in your tracks and turned around. “Yes?” for the first time today, you responded to him. “What happened today?” he asked. “I got milk poured all over me, wasn’t it obvious?” “Why thought?” Zi Yi asked. “I don’t know. Something about ignoring Justin and the girl who poured milk all over me.” “Guess we know who it is now.” Li Nong said. “So you came here after you were sent home?” Yan Jun asked. “Yes. No more questions. I’m busy.” you answered.

You finish your shift at 6PM and the boys are still there. “Bye Y/N!” your co-worker waves at you.

The next day at school, you arrive earlier than everyone else, so you look around the school since you didn’t get to do so yesterday. As you were walking around, you see someone in courtyard. You recognize that it was one of the guys from Justins friend group and he was playing with a cat? You start to walk towards him slowly and quietly.

“Does that cat live in the school?” you ask as you stopped a meter behind him. He turns around after jumping up a little, startled from your sudden appearance. “Oh, yeah... The school kept this cat around for student’s to play with.” he answered. “I see...” you replied. “Y/N, was it? I’m Zi Yi, Wang Zi Yi.” he introduced himself. “Yeah... Cai Y/N.” you responded.

You two ended up sitting down and chatting. More student’s start arriving in the school. Eventually both of you had to go to your respective classes.

Once you arrive in class, you see that Justin is already in his seat. “Morning.” you greet Justin as you set your things down. He was startled at the fact that you greeted him. “M-morning.” he stared at you as you sit down. “What?” you ask the wide-eyed boy. “N-no... I just didn’t expect you to greet me.” he explained. “Well, you’re not only my seatmate, you and your friends are also regulars at the cafe that I work at. I’m going to have to see you guys even if I don’t want to, might as well start talking.” you say. “True... I saw you talking to Zi Yi this morning too.” he adds. “Yeah, he’s a nice guy.” your conversation ended there and class starts.

During lunch, the boys ask you to sit with them. They take that time to introduce themselves to you.

- END -

Hello~ This is the end of this part to this series. I’m not 100% sure if I’ll actually finish this series, I’m hoping I will tho. Anyways, thanks for reading! I’ll try my best to continue writing for this series. And if I do finish it, I’ll definitely make more than one ending to it since this is a Nine Percent x Fem!Reader series. I hope you liked it so far!

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lovingstares · 6 years ago

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lin yanjun; stranded

pairing; lin yanjun x reader

⇢ word count; 2.3k

⇢ genre; office au, CEO au, fluff

⇢ warnings; probably boring, this is my first time writing on here. please enjoy!

“Are you ready, sir?” I asked him as he walked out of his office. He took a deep breath and nodded, forcing a small smile on his face. I was convinced that he hated going to meetings. He would always do this sort of routine so that he could calm down so I kind of figured.

I gave him a closed lip smile and together we walked to the car garage. When we got there, the doorman handed me the keys and while walking I pressed one of the buttons, unlocking said car. I had no idea which car we were taking. It was always a mystery that I didn’t have control over even though I was the one driving them. Sad, right?

However, over the years of working at this company as the executive assistant to the CEO and driving him to meetings throughout the week, I’ve established my favorite cars to drive. There was the Kia Stinger, which was very luxurious so it could fit the CEO’s taste but it could also go from 0 to 60mph within 5 seconds (which was enjoyable for me even though I’ve only got to try it out once).

Then there was the Audi R8, which was a beautiful car. The CEO owned one in black but the one I drove to his meetings was white. Both were amazing finishes. The navigation in this car was amazing though which was the seller for me. If I had enough for this car, I would’ve bought it ages ago.

And lastly, there was the Jaguar XJ 3.0. This car was absolutely beautiful. If I could, I’d marry it but sadly that would just be weird. This car handled curves so well, it made me tear up every time. Driving down even a pebbled road with this car was a smooth ride. It was enjoyable for me and the CEO could finish up some work without being tossed around in the back.

Although this company had lots of amazing cars, they also had more than a handful of bad ones. For instance, the Pontiac G6. This car was ugly. I’m not even going to lie and say that it had some nice points in terms of appearance because it did not. The whole entire interior was plastic and it wasn’t even well designed! The buttons were way too small as well. It’s like a baby designed this car. The drive was okay but I’ve had way better drives. Sometimes the CEO would even complain about how bumpy it would be.

Also, for some reason they had a PT Cruiser? One of the worst, if not the worst car I’ve ever driven. When I would take it to gas stations alone while the CEO was in meetings that I couldn’t go in, it would just stop randomly. I would be at a stoplight and it wouldn’t turn back on. I would be pulling into the gas station and it would just shut off and I would almost get into an accident because of it. And sometimes when I’m on the highway, the car would just randomly honk! I wouldn’t even be anywhere near touching the horn!

Every meeting we went to was always a mystery for me because I didn’t know which car I would get. Today, though, I knew it wouldn’t be good. As soon as I unlocked the car, I knew.

The keys that the doorman gave me belonged to the PT Cruiser.

I groaned, losing my professionalism for a moment before realizing that the CEO was watching. I straightened up, “Sorry, I just don’t like this car.”

“You have favorite cars?”

“Yes. And this one is not on that list. But I will try to make this an easy ride for you so don’t worry.” I said with a small smile, opening the back door for him. He nodded, getting in and closing the door.

While walking over to the drivers side, I let out a whine. I absolutely hated this car! Would it stop on us for no reason today? Would we die?

I started the car and already could feel the engine giving out. Maybe I could just ask the doorman for a different key. But as I reached for the door handle, I caught a glance of the clock, telling me that I didn’t have time to get a different car. If we didn’t leave now we would be late.

I sighed, changing the gear shift into reverse and pulling out of the parking space.

So far, the ride was nice. It was quiet, as always, and not as bumpy as usual. Of course, there were a few times where my heart jumped out of its cage because I thought we would die, but we didn’t and so I could rest easily.

A stop light occurred and I started to slow down, preparing to stop. As I stopped, I looked in the rear view mirror, “What is the topic of the meeting today?”

“Stocks,” CEO Lin said without even looking up from his tablet. I nodded, looking ahead of us at the light. It was always awkward when I would drive him, which was all the time because it was my job. I would never have anything to say and so I would usually bring up the oncoming meeting because it would be the only thing I could think of. But his answers would always be vague and I would never know how to respond.

I sighed as the light turned green, pressing on the gas pedal. But, like I thought, the time came. The car inched forward, pretending to not be defective, and then the engine sputtered out and the car turned off.

My heart started racing as I tried to press the gas pedal again. The car didn’t move. I quickly turned on my hazard lights, my movements rushed and panicky.

The CEO must’ve picked up that something was wrong, so he asked what was going on. I brushed it off, “Nothing, the car is just acting up.”

“Why is it off?” he asked. I saw his curious expression glancing at me from the rear view mirror.

If I knew, then it wouldn’t be off! “I don’t know but I’ll figure it out.”

His expression faltered for a bit as he sat back in the seat. I took this time to call the administrative staff and tell them what was going on.

“Hey, Y/N!” One of the staff, named Ziyi, greeted me. We were close because his job was the closest to being my assistant. Just without the title.

“Hey Ziyi! Can you call the member of the staff in charge of the cars and tell them that the PT Cruiser broke down?”

“Yeah sure no pro- wait what?!” He exclaimed, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine but the car is a piece of trash—“ I glanced up into the rear view mirror, seeing the CEO curiously gazing at me. I cleared my throat, “— The car is defective so we are going to see if we can get a new one or find some other way to get to the meeting.”

“Okay. I’ll tell them to send a driver down to go get you,” he said before I hung up the phone.

There was a moment of silence which consisted of me fully accepting this situation and the CEO figuring out what to do with this knowledge.

“So the car broke down?” He asked.

I let out a sigh, “Yes, sadly this was out of my control. This car is really old and not very good at its job.”

A pause, “...Which is driving?”

“Yes. Its job is to drive us safely to where we need to go and back. But it failed.” It was quiet after that. I called the stockholders and told them the inevitable news and they told me that we could always reschedule and that it was no problem. Then I thanked them and told them I would send the email for the reschedule when we get back. And then I hung up and took a breath.

It was so quiet, it was making me anxious. I never had to be in this position with the CEO before. All I did was drive him to meetings and show him schedules and stuff. I never had to be stuck in a car with him for more than thirty minutes. What was I supposed to say?!

Maybe five whole, silent minutes passed before something popped into my head.

“Have you eaten yet?” I almost pat myself on the back for this one!

“Yes.”

Annnd my confidence shattered. I nodded awkwardly, glancing at him from the rear view mirror. He was looking down at his tablet, like always, and wasn’t paying my awkward mood any mind.

I sighed, looking forward again, but before I could finish the sigh, CEO Lin spoke up, “Have you?”

I was so shocked that he made an attempt to keep the conversation going that it took me a few seconds before his words registered. I made eye contact with him through the mirror and shook my head to get back on track, “Uh, no. I haven’t yet. But I usually eat when you go to the meetings.”

“That’s a shame then, since I won’t be able to make it to the meeting. There’s a cafe down the street though, not that far,” he said, looking back down, “If you’re hungry then I suggest going there. You could probably get there in five or so minutes. I’ll pay for it.”

“I- uh-“ I was speechless, “Thank you. I guess I’ll be back in a few minutes then.” He nodded, handing me his card, “Do you want anything?”

He looked up at me, and for the first time in my whole entire life, I saw him smile. A real one. At me. And holy moly, he had dimples, oh my god-

“I’m fine. I’ve had my fair share of sweets today.”

I walked back to the car with the bag in hand. Despite him saying he had enough sweets, I still bought him something. A coffee, not sweet though because he didn’t like his coffee sweet.

I opened the door, setting the things in the passengers seat and looking back to check and see if he was okay.

I was met with his brown eyes staring back at mine.

He flashed a small smile, but quickly went back to normal as his eyes looked down to my hands, “You’re back so soon. What did you buy?”

“I bought a croissant and some coffee. I actually bought the coffee for you. I figured you’d need it.”

“Thank you.” He said as I handed him the coffee. He took a sip, nodding, “It tastes amazing.”

I smiled softly before turning back around and starting on my croissant. As I was eating, I started to think.

‘I’ve had my fair share of sweets’ but I haven’t seen him get any sort of sweets. And my desk is right outside of his office.

So he either has a secret stash that I don’t know about or he’s covering up the fact that he has diabetes and he can’t eat sweets.

I furrowed my brows as my teeth sunk into the treat. I’ve never seen him eat sweets for that matter. Every time I would make his coffee, it was always bitter. He even sent it back once when someone made it sweet.

He doesn’t like sweets.

So what was he talking about?

“By the way,” he started. I directed my attention to his face in the mirror. He was looking at his coffee cup, “You look really pretty today.”

The croissant I was chewing nearly found its way down my throat on its own. I choked and he looked up.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, quicker than I ever have before which probably would’ve broke my neck if I continued, “Um, thank you. For the compliment. I don’t really know what to say because you always look good so—“

Wait. Did I just—?

“Thank you,” he responded, confirming the fact that I did, indeed, say that. Wow, where was my brain? “I didn’t mean it to say you don’t always look good though. Today you are just extra beautiful.”

I was so glad I wasn’t eating at that moment because I probably would’ve choked to death. He thought I was pretty? No— not just pretty— beautiful.

“Thank you, CEO Lin.” I said in the calmest way I could. On the inside though, my heart was racing. CEO Lin was, by far, the cutest person at the company. But cute is even an understatement. So to hear him say that I was beautiful was very... nice, to say the least.

I heard him sigh, “Well, since the meeting is now canceled and we are basically stranded until administration gets here, would you like to go somewhere with me?”

“Like where?”

“Maybe the park down the street,” He smiled at me through the rear view mirror, “As a date? And please, call me Yanjun.”

Walking side by side with the CEO— I mean Yanjun— wasn’t very new for me. But doing this as a date was. Unlike I thought, he actually had a lot to say. He was asking me a lot of questions about my life and how I like the job, hobbies, things I like to do at home. Basically, normal questions for getting to know someone. But it wasn’t boring like I would’ve thought, It was nice.

And then I remembered. And I stopped.

He stopped and looked back at me, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just remembered something.”

He smiled, “What did you remember?”

“Earlier today you said that you had your fair share of sweets today. What did you mean?” I asked, my eyebrow raising a bit. He looked at me with a curious gaze before it went away. Now was the time where I would figure out if he had diabetes or not.

But what I wasn’t expecting was that he would start laughing, “Oh that! You want to know what that was about?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty curious because I never see you eating sweets.”

He smiled, walking up to me, “Just being around you is sweet enough for me.”

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 6 years ago

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Let’s watch you and your friends on TV! (Cai Xukun x Reader)

Pairing: Cai Xukun x Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: you decide to watch Nine Percent on Happy Camp with your boyfriend Cai Xukun :)

Word Count: 2,150

A/N: English isn’t my first language, I want to apologize for any mistakes. Feel free to correct all the mistakes I made!

~Admin A

“Come on, it’s gonna start in 5 minutes!” you giggled, dragging Cai Xukun, your boyfriend, with you to your couch. You two started dating over a year ago and you could proudly call yourself his biggest fan. “I don’t understand why you want to watch this episode of ‘Happy Camp’ with me…” he said, sounding annoyed, but you knew that he secretly liked to show you his work, even if it was just an episode of happy camp with him and his members. “Oh come on! I know that you want to watch it, too!” you laughed, turning on the TV. Both of you sat down on your couch, cuddling onto each other, when the show started. You tried to remain silent because you knew of your bad habit of talking during films or shows, but you couldn’t help yourself when you started cooing over the cute little boys dancing to ‘Ei Ei’. It was just too cute and you wondered, if your boyfriend also used to be so cute when he was around 10 years old. You really had to ask his mother for more baby pictures of Kunkun…

~*~

“Stop it Xukun! You exactly knew how many poor girls would have a heart attack after this performance… I have the feeling that all of Nine Percent know exactly how handsome they are and this is not good for us fans!” you scolded Xukun jokingly after you saw the band perform ‘Mack Daddy’. “So you say that everyone looks good? Or is there one who caught your attention?” Kunkun smiled, waiting for you to praise his good looks. But you wouldn’t make it so easy for him… “Lin Yanjun was extremely handsome in this performance.” you replied with a smug grin. This wasn’t what your boyfriend wanted to hear, so he started pouting. “Oh come on, you know that you are the prettiest boy in the world for me…” you tried to comfort him with a little peck on the cheek. “You’re cute when you pout.” Your boyfriend started to smile again. „I know. That’s why I do it.” Now it was his turn to grin and your turn to pout. Until he started to tickle you and you almost fell down from the sofa, laughing. After this, he decided to lift you on his lap, so you won’t fall down again. And he actually felt a bit cuddly at the moment. But this is something he wouldn’t dare to tell you, because he knew, you would mock him for this information for the whole evening.

~*~

“So wait. Your next task was to flirt?” You couldn’t really believe it and you also failed to hold back your laughter again. “No, we had to act these scenes from different dramas…” Xukun replied while rolling his eyes, which you couldn’t see, because you still sat in his lap. “Well, these scenes were all different love confessions, so you kinda had to flirt with the camera?” you laughed. This show was hilarious! And it was so funny to see how fast the members got shy when they had to confess to the camera. Okay, everyone except Yanjun maybe, but flirting was something like his hobby, you guessed.

~*~

“You did not just confess to your fans? Cai Xukun, do I have to remind you that you have a girlfriend who is sitting right here with you?” you started to pout again. It seemed like you were only able to laugh or pout this evening. This idea almost made you laugh again, but this time you had to stay strong. But Xukun made it even harder for you when he started hugging you from the back. He knew that you loved back hugs. It always gave you goose bumps and send chills down your spine. You cursed inwardly, he knew you far too well. “Are you jealous, my Babygirl?” he whispered in your ear, his lips almost touching your ear. “n-no….” You tried to breath steadily, but your heart was almost jumping out of your chest. You blushed. Of course you knew that he only loved you, but you sometimes still had a problem with him flirting with others although it was also a part of his personality. Being a gentleman and being very flirty. “Baby, I know that you are jealous, don’t try to deny it” he chuckled. Suddenly he placed a kiss behind your earlobe, which made you whimper. He knew that you were very sensitive at this spot! “At our closest moment, I was only 0.01 cm away from her. 57 hours later, I fell in love with this woman…” he whispered and continued to kiss your neck. “At least you still know your original lines.” you tried to distract yourself from your boyfriend, “Come on, let’s keep watching!”. Xukun started to pout (he wasn’t finished with you!) but let go of your neck and rested his head on your shoulder to continue watching ‘Happy Camp’ with you.

~*~

“I think your crush on Xie Na is really cute!” you chuckled. First he wrote about her on his Weibo and now he protected her from the punishment. Xukun blushed. “I-I don’t have a crush on her!” he whined but you only continued to laugh. “I would even share you with her, she is an angel. Okay no, I would never share you with someone else!” “I hope so… I wouldn’t share you with someone either…” your boyfriend said and tried to tickle you again, but remembered the first time when you almost fell down on the ground and held you only tighter. “Kunkun, I need to breathe!” you laughed. “Sorry Babygirl” he mumbled into your neck and gave you an apologizing peck on the cheek.

~*~

“You know that you have a beautiful voice, Kun? Can you please sing more often?” you begged after hearing him singing ‘my Babygirl’ on the show. You already heared him singing this song multiple times, but his singing voice still managed to amaze you. It was almost a pity that he usually preferred to rap (although his rap voice was hella sexy)… “For you I can always sing” he smiled, but you still sat on his lap so you couldn’t see his smile. You turned around to face him and smiled. “You’re too cute. And so cheesy!” you chuckled and leaned in to peck him on his lips. But he had other intentions and tried to deepen the kiss. Under other circumstances you would have allowed him to do this, but today you were watching ‘Happy Camp’ together and it still wasn’t over. “Sorry Kunkun, but the show isn’t over yet” you said with an apologetic smile. Xukun sighed and continued watching the program with you. But he would get what he wanted sooner or later…

~*~

“Where did you get that flexible, Kunkun?” you asked while turning your head towards Xukun. Seeing him jumping onto these pads looked quite sexy. Hell, how did he manage to look sexy hanging from a horizontal bar? How did he manage to look sexy with everything he was doing??? And you were sure you weren’t the only one to notice that his shirt showed his abs for a few seconds. Jesus, all the fangirls who were having heart attacks because of this…. You tried to avoid this thought, but it was true. There were many girls who were thirsty over your boyfriend, but he chose you instead of the other girls. And this made you feel proud. “Don’t know, maybe the dance lessons? Maybe even the basketball training back in school?” he joked, placing a kiss on your nose. “You’re kind of an athlete, aren’t you?” you answered laughing, but also blushing from the sweet kiss. He only kissed your nose and you started to look like a tomato… You turned your head back to the TV to avoid that Xukun saw you blushing, but he only started to chuckle “You’re cute when you blush…”

~*~

“Okay now I really have to say that I love the bromance you are having with your other members! It’s so cute of you to always help them….” “The task was to help them get onto that wall, we all helped each other to get up there.” “I know, but it was so cute that you decided to go up as the last one!” you said, cooing over your boyfriend. He should really learn to be more proud of himself. But actually you liked how he always cared for others and always tried to help. So you didn’t mind. Xukun only sighed and watched the end of the show with you. “Wait, they are going to show the unaired scenes afterwards!” you almost yelled after he wanted to turn off the TV. “Please no! I’ve been waiting to have some time with you for the whole day!” he groaned annoyed. “Then you can still wait 20 more minutes” you smiled and repositioned yourself on your boyfriend’s lap. He had to suffer this last minutes if he wanted to steal some more kisses from you, you decided in your head. Your smile only got brighter when he started to pout.

~*~

“I was disappointed that you didn’t always team up with Ziyi during this hugging game. I kinda ship the two of you.” you chuckled as you and Xukun watched the unaired scenes. They were hilarious. Why did they decide to remove these scenes? “Wait. So you are shipping me, your boyfriend, with Ziyi? Why???” Xukun asked quite shocked. “You two are so cute together!” you laughed. Your boyfriend’s shocked face looked very funny to you and it was hard to concentrate on the show when you sat on the lap of a grown man with shocked puppy eyes. “But not as cute as us together.” Xukun replied smoothly, after he wasn’t shocked anymore. “So you think we are cute?” you mocked him while pinching his nose. “Yes, I think we are very cute” he replied and started to pout again. That seemed to be his hobby for tonight: pouting. “Stop pouting and continue watching the scenes with me” you said laughing and turned back to the TV. “I’ll stop pouting when I get a kiss” he continued to pout. “Then you will have to wait until the end, darling, because after the show you can kiss me as much as you want.” This made Kunkun smile again.

~*~

“Now I want to announce that my Nine Percent OTP isn’t Zikun anymore. I realised, that Zhangjun is the superior ship here.” you said, with a serious tone. Xukun bursted out laughing. “You know exactly, that Yanjun is your best friend’s boyfriend!” “Yes, but please let me dream a little… Justin and Xiao Gui dancing together was also really cute, maybe I can ship them? But still, Yanjun asking Zhangjing to sing with him was superior!” you replied innocently. “You know that we are all straight?” Xukun asked. “Yeah…. But maybe some of you are bisexual, but don’t know it yet?” you tried again. “I will just continue to let you live in your dream world, I think you like it better over there.” he chuckled. “Thank you Kunkun.” you said smiling. “The show is over, Babygirl. Looks like I can finally kiss you now properly.” Xukun smirked while turning you on his lap so you didn’t have to turn your head around every time you wanted to talk to him. He really missed you the whole day and had to wait for almost two hours until you were done watching the show and the unaired scenes. After all of this, he thought he deserved a little bit of attention from you, and who were you to deny him that? You wanted his attention as much as he wanted yours…

~*~

The kiss was sweet and innocent. Xukun’s lips tasted like strawberries, maybe because he ate strawberries in the afternoon, but that didn’t matter because you loved the taste combined with the smell of his after-shave and this specific Xukun smell. He released a soft moan when you tangled your fingers in this hair and tried to move closer to him, which was almost impossible. His hands started to move across your body until they settled down on your hips and also tried to pull you closer. Suddenly you couldn’t help yourself and started laughing. “Is this already less than 0.01 cm?” you giggled, thinking back to your conversation during ‘Happy Camp’. “I think so” Xukun chuckled, but his expression suddenly changed and turned serious. “I love you, my Babygirl. Only you. Don’t forget that.” he whispered, locking eyes with you. You melted under his gaze. “I love you too, Cai Xukun. Even when you flirt with your fans.” you replied and closed the distance between you two again.

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nex7ism-blog · 6 years ago

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It’s You? — Lin Yanjun (Soulmate AU)

request: Ayo! (skkrr skkrr) Can I request a request a Yanjun soulmate au scenario? THANK YOU. 😊😊😊

summary: an au in which whenever you lose an item, it ends up in your soulmates possession.

genre: fluff,,, maybe a lil angst

pairing: lin yanjun x reader ft cai xukun

word count: 2446

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“What the hell?” You muttered to yourself, bending slightly to grab a sock. You examined it closely with furrowed eyebrows. It wasn’t yours, the sock seeming too large for your own feet. Shrugging, you tossed it into your laundry basket and continued towards the washroom.

These things seemed to happen a lot. You finding random little things that weren’t yours in your own home, that is. Sometimes it was coins, pens, you once even found an entire sheet full of lyrics. But today, it was the most common find. Socks.

You knew that if you told anyone, they’d claim it was things your soulmate was losing. Especially your best friend. Unlike you, she was a firm believer in the entire soulmate myth. The popular myth is that everyone in the universe has a soulmate. And the only connection somebody had with said soulmate was gaining possession of things the other had lost and vice versa. There were numerous stories throughout time that all pointed to this being more than just a “myth”.

You never paid attention much to those things. Growing up, all of the other girls would obsess over the idea of meeting their soulmate one day. But you were more interested in picking flowers and counting the stars.

All the random findings you blamed on sheer coincidence. Anything that randomly appeared was obviously yours, how else would it get into your home? Anybody could find a lucky penny!

“Babe!” You shouted, getting the attention of your boyfriend.

“Yeah?” He replied, walking into the room. “Is this yours?” You asked, picking up the sock once again. He took it from you and shrugged. “I guess?” He said with a confused expression.

Tossing the sock once again into the basket of laundry, you decided to just let it go. It was, once again, just a coincidence. As you began to unload the laundry into the machine, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Xukun,” you whined while he peppered kisses on your neck. “Mm?” He murmured. You turned around in his embrace and put your arms around his neck. “What are you doing?” you whispered. He chuckled, looking down into your beautiful (e/c) eyes. “Can’t I give my girlfriend some kisses?” He questioned. You rolled your eyes slightly while smiling. “Uh huh, sure, that’s all you’re doing.”

“Whaaaat? You think I’m lying?” He pouted, giving you the biggest set of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. You shook your head, leaning up to lock your lips with his. Your heart was beating hard, your cheeks blushing a small tint of pink. You felt as if nothing in the world mattered, only you and Xukun.

It was moments like these that made you believe that soulmates were nothing but a myth. Xukun made you feel all the ways that soulmates were supposed to make you feel. If soulmates were real, Xukun was yours. There was no doubt in your mind.

Pulling away from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours. “Are you nervous?” He asked. You groaned a little, completely forgetting about meeting all of his friends. “Maybe,” you mumbled. He smiled slightly, pulling your body closer. “Don’t be, they’ll love you.”

You and Xukun have been together for a few months and you’re yet to meet all of his best friends. You knew Zhengting and Ziyi, but that was about it. The rest were a mystery to you. Your face began to heat up and Xukun released you. “I’ll go get ready now, okay?” Xukun nodded and left after placing a sweet peck on your lips.

After searching for an outfit and doing your makeup, you were doing some finishing touches in front of the mirror. You put in some earrings and wiped the corners of your mouth, removing any stray lipstick stains that may have been there. Finally, you unconsciously reached for your special bracelet to lock on your wrist. You froze, not feeling the familiar piece of jewelry. You looked down at the dresser, frantically trying to find the bracelet.

Your heart began racing and you felt tears well up in your eyes. That bracelet was everything to you. Your grandpa had given it to you before he passed and you wore it almost everywhere you went. It was one of your most prized possessions.

Hearing a lot of quick movement, Xukun came to check on you. Entering the room, it seemed like a tornado had hit it. The bed sheets were in the floor, the dressers were emptied as your belongings were strewn across the room. “Babe?” He asked. You looked up at him from your position in the floor, tears falling down your face. “What’s wrong?” He began to panic, quickly making his way to your side and holding you.

“I-It’s gone, Kun,” you cried. “What is?” He questioned. “The b-bracelet,” you could barely even get it out. You buried your face into your hands, crying even harder. “I searched e-everywhere, it’s just n-not here.”

Xukun sighed, his heart breaking at the sight. He knew how much the bracelet meant to you. Holding you close, he tried calming you down with small kisses on your head and rubbing your back.

10 minutes later, you calmed down a bit and finally was able to control your breathing. “Should we postpone?” Xukun asked you softly, still concerned. You shook your head, getting up from the floor. “No, no, I’m okay. We can just look more when we get back, right?” You said lowly. He nodded, standing with you and hugging you tightly. “Of course. I love you,” he replied. Your heart fluttered and you squeezed him a bit. “I love you more, let’s get going before they get worried.”

Soon enough, you stood hand in hand in front of Zhengting’s house. Your nerves were wracking and Xukun could feel just how nervous you felt. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “Like I said, they’ll really love you.” You nodded, trying to calm yourself down when the door opened.

“(Y/N)!” Zhengting smiled brightly. Inviting you two in, he gave you a hug. “I’m so happy to see you,” he said. You chuckled, telling him you were happy to see him too. “Is everyone here?” Xukun asked. “Yeah! They’re all in the living room, let’s go,” Zhengting answered, guiding you and Kun to the rest of the boys.

Xukun held your hand tightly, keeping you close in an attempt to make you feel better. He knew today had already been hard on you and wanted to be there as much as possible for you.

“Kun!!” You heard someone yell excitedly. “Hey guys,” he smiled. Stepping beside Xukun, you felt 7 pairs of eyes land on you. Ziyi smiled, waving at you. “Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted. You smiled at him, muttering a shy hello.

“That’s her?!” One of the boys gasped, standing and making his way over to you. “This has to be a prank, ge,” he laughed. You suddenly felt 2 feet tall. You looked at the boy confused, wondering what in the world he could mean.

“She’s way too beautiful for you,” he finished. He looked young compared to the rest of the boys except for a few, and by the way Zhengting flicked his forehead in a scolding manner, you concluded that it must’ve been Justin. “Shut up!!!” Zhengting said. Justin was laughing along with one of the other boys as he took your hand. Your face was red as he shook your hand. “I’m Justin,” he smiled.

“Hi,” you nearly whispered. Justin then dragged you to the couch and sat you beside him. “Hey!” Xukun shouted, causing everyone to laugh. Justin shushed Xukun, demanding he be the one to introduce you to everyone. Xukun rolled his eyes, sitting beside Ziyi and letting Justin have his fun.

Justin began introducing everyone to you and telling you who is who. After learning everyone’s names and getting to know them all more, you felt a lot more comfortable. Your nerves were slowly fading away as you and the group of boys all laughed together more and more.

After many embarrassing stories being exposed and a lot of yelling, you all decided to watch a movie. Zhengting ran to go grab his collection of movies and Justin ran off to make a bag of popcorn. Xukun was quick to steal his seat beside you and pulled you close.

Halfway through the movie, the popcorn was low and you offered to go make more. Yanjun, one of the boys you hadn’t learned much about that night, stood as you did and said he would grab more drinks for everyone.

You both entered the kitchen, no words being spoke. The silence was overwhelming to you for some reason. The air in the room felt thick and you couldn’t tell why.

“So, uh,” Yanjun suddenly spoke, making you jump in surprise. You looked at him, curiosity flooding through your veins. “How did you and Xukun meet?” Your eyes widened slightly, not really expecting that question. “Oh, um, we actually met at a park. I bumped into him and kind of made him drop everything he was holding. After that, we exchanged numbers and well, here we are.” You blushed, thinking of the moment it all began with Xukun.

“Oh,” he replied. “Is he your soulmate?” He asked, almost cautiously it seemed. You froze, wondering why he would ask such a thing. ‘Probably just another believer,’ you told yourself. “Not that I really believe in that type of stuff,” he suddenly said. ‘Well,’ you thought to yourself, feeling like he could read your mind.

“Um, well, I don’t really believe those things either. But, if I had to say so, then yes. He is.” After saying those words, you felt like you were lying. Yanjun was just looking at you, his eyes piercing into your own. Your heart beat was beginning to pick up and you hands began to sweat. You felt like taking back all you said and denying it all. What was happening?

“Ah, I see,” he replied nonchalantly. You were starting to feel overwhelmed with the way he was looking at you, almost like he knew something you didn’t. Turning away from you, he reached up into a cabinet to grab glasses for the drinks. You gulped nervously, watching his very move.

As he reached up, the sleeve of his shirt slid down some revealing his skin. Looking to his wrist, your blood ran cold. Your eyes must’ve been the size of baseballs with the way you were staring at the bracelet on his wrist. ‘I-Is that.. No, it couldn’t be. Could it?’ You questioned inside your head.

“U-Um,” You stuttered out. Setting the glasses down, he turned his attention to you. “Yeah?” He asked. Why were you suddenly so much closer to him? He smelled so nice.. wait, what do you even care? “Is everything okay?” He asked, watching as you trembled a little.

“Where did you get that bracelet? It’s very pretty..” you said, your voice shaking a bit as you tried to keep your cool. “This?” He asked, pulling his sleeve up to reveal it. Your breath hitched, seeing the piece of jewelry dangling around his wrist. “Y-Yes,” you answered, feeling tears building up in your eyes.

“I found it today in my room, it was weird. I’d never seen it before and nobody has been in my room but me lately,” he explained, looking at it himself. Your eyes locked onto the charm that was a locket, almost begging for it to somehow open up in your mind. He noticed you staring, asking if you wanted to open it.

You nodded, anxious to see what was inside. “Have you?” You asked. He nodded, watching you gaze at the bracelet. “Yes,” he said lowly. “It has a photo of a very beautiful girl and older man.” You felt your muscles tense all at once and the air almost knocked out of your lungs. “R-Really?” You asked, looking up to him. He stared into your eyes, nodding slightly. He knew it was you. He knew it the moment he saw you walk in holding Xukun’s hand. Your hands were shaking as you slowly reached for the locket. You and Yanjun were standing incredibly close to each other, the air still making it difficult to breathe between the two of you.

“(Y/N)?” A new voice suddenly sounded in the kitchen. You and Yanjun shot away from each other, looking in the direction the voice came from. Xukun was standing there, confused and wondering what was taking so long. He noticed how pale you looked and glared at Yanjun. “What’s going on in here?” He asked, his voice dangerously low.

“N-Nothing!” You answers quickly. “Yanjun was just helping me use the microwave, I got confused,” you came up with an excuse quick. Yanjun glanced st you then turned his gaze back to Xukun. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “She accidentally had the timer on 50 minutes instead of 5. I just saved the house from burning down,” he laughed. Xukun’s body relaxed and he laughed at you. You chuckled nervously, trying to hide the disbelief that he actually believed them. “The movie is almost over,” he smiled at you. “Let’s just finish it and then we’ll head home, okay?” You nodded, walking by Yanjun and following Xukun back into the other room.

Throughout the rest of the movie, you felt Yanjun watching you. You could feel his eyes on you every time you moved even a little. But you didn’t feel uncomfortable, you strangely felt protected and safe. Your night was quickly turning into one you wished would just end, things were becoming confusing and you were finding it hard to enjoy yourself. The movie finally ended and Xukun yawned loudly. “Well, guys,” he said. “It’s getting really late, I guess we’ll head home.” You nodded, a small yawn escaping your lips also. You stood up, giving all of the boys hugs before leaving.

“I had a lot of fun meeting you all,” you said to them all. Moving to hug Yanjun, you felt your chest become fuzzy and warm. You coughed, ignoring the feeling and hugging him tightly. The hug felt magical, his body against yours felt intoxicating. You unconsciously dug your head deeper into his chest and hugged him tighter. Realizing what you were doing, you went to pull back. But, before you were released from his embrace, his lips were right beside your ear. You could feel his hot breath hitting your ear as he whispered something for only you to hear.

“Xukun isn’t your soulmate, you and I both know that.”

a/n: omg okay this is so long KSNSKSJ it kind of sucks too :( i’m sorry ahhhh... i was thinking of turning it into a 3 part scenario... what do you guys think? i love u all >_<

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