#liu yangyang fic

[galacticseonghwa]

Can you (if you want to of course hshs) do the pretty boy text you did with dream but with WayV? Pls?

Thank you.

i can do that my love! i hope you like it <3

WAYV reactions to you calling them pretty boy for the first time

INCLUDES: wayv being whipped, expressing my delusions for them tbh, yang yang not escaping the daddy live, this is my first time doing wayv texts so I'm trying to find the right personalities for them over text so it'll be a little bit awkward

[winwintea]

what wayv seeks in a relationship

GROUP ↬ ot6 wayv

WARNINGS ↬ none, pure fluff <33 maybe some angst

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ i did the wayv version !!! the dream one blew up and i'll be doing a 127 one soon, but i thought i'd post this in the meantime as well. although wayv is my ult group i feel like i struggle more with finding out their exact personalities and what they like. i hope this is sufficient enough for you all though <33

Qian Kun

kun doesn't believe in taking things lightly. he wants to make sure he's found the right partner before letting himself fall in love. he values a partner that finds traditional values important. someone who will always be there for him, not just when it's convenient. kun prefers someone who is grounded in reality rather than overly idealistic. he also needs a partner who makes him feel appreciated and understood. a partner who is easy-going is also a good balance to his more responsible nature, might also work well with him. someone that might encourage him to take risks and will be there to pick him up if he falls.

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul

ten places a lot of importance on establishing meaningful relationships. although he may not act like it, he's generally more reserved so he does appreciate a deeper connection. ten likes someone who will challenge him intellectually and is suited towards a partner that is open-minded and willing to explore new things. he's attracted to people who have something unique to offer in this life. ten values personal growth, so he would appreciate someone who is supportive of his journey towards self-actualization. sometimes it's difficult for ten to relax and enjoy the current moment, so he appreciates a partner that will help him find peace and serenity.

Dong SiCheng

winwin believes that a relationship isn't a passive commitment, but it's a way for both partners to learn, grow and develop as time passes on. he wants a partner who will understand his uniqueness and individualism. they must also really understand his sensitive side and the nuances of his personality. winwin appreciates a partner that will look out for him and make sure he feels heard. he may come off as aloof at times, but deep down winwin is a whirlwind of emotions, so he needs a partner that won't be overwhelmed by these intense emotions. since winwin is a free-spirit he values open-mindedness and independence in a partner.

Xiao DeJun

xiaojun strives to connect to people in meaningful ways. he wants to find someone who he can completely devote himself to, who also accepted him as he is and who respects his freedom. xiaojun also needs a partner who understands his sensitive nature. he is also attracted to someone who has a unique way of thinking about things. a partner who can provide a sense of stability and security is also something he looks for. he's not necessarily needing someone to meet his level of emotional intensity, but rather a partner who can provide a grounding presence that will make them feel at home. xiaojun is also drawn to those with very complex personalities.

Wong KunHang

hendery seeks constant growth, both individually and relationally. hendery needs a partner who can provide emotional support and understanding, since he often gets caught up in his own thoughts and feelings. he feels like he is often misunderstood by those around him, so one of the most important aspects to him is that his partner understands him. hopefully they understand his constant need for adventure and growth. hendery has a great sense of humor, so he wants a partner who can match his wit and also make him laugh. he doesn't necessarily need someone who matches his energy levels, but someone who encourages him to follow his passions and dreams.

Liu YangYang

yangyang dislikes mind games in a relationship, he wants a relationship that is genuine and honest. he's not averse to casual dating, just not his priority, since he prefers to form meaningful connections with those on the same wavelength as him. he has a low boredom threshold, so he needs a certain level of mental stimulation in order to be content, and someone who can push him outside of the box is good for him. yangyang may also sometimes find it difficult to stay on track so having a partner who can keep him motivated will benefit him in the long run. he also values those who are patient and trustworthy as he hopes his partner will allow him the time and space to open up.

TAGLIST ↬  @lyvhie @aquaphoenixz @ldh0000 @galacticnct @sharonxdevi

[00127am]

@ barkingatthemoon best friend! liu yangyang x gn! reader, about sickeningly sweet love confessions, friends to lovers, kissing, lower-case intended word count 2k

💿 now playing ... harvey by hers

"wanna date?"

it's a question poised in the lull of your favorite song, asked within half of a beat before it's drowned out by the rhythmic thrum of the lyrics and consumed by the canary-esque tone of the vocalist. a tone which has nothing on you, voice sweet and even, every word framed with the melodic waver in your pitch. and when you propose this question, head dangling off the edge of your mattress, that ever-so-pretty voice of yours is nothing but nonchalant. as if you had just asked the time.

from your upside down world, there's a tingling feeling which races from the stretch of your abdomen to your nostrils, forcing you to blink fast and swallow hard. your nose twitches, scrunching and relaxing in a poor attempt to relieve itself of the buzzing sensation. but it doesn't seem to make any semblance of a difference. instead, it begins to throb in the top of your temple, pressing down against the walls of your cranium as if they might very well break down. you're not quite sure if it's the silence from your best friend or your position that's making it hard to swallow, but you don't think that the cause exactly matters at the end all be all.

you watch him with doe eyes, lashes fluttering against your cheeks only to be stuck in the arch of your brows as you blink back at him. you can feel your face getting hot, a blush burning at your cheeks and searing the tips of your ears. this reaction, without a doubt, is from him. not being upside down. not the silence. just yangyang, puffy lips parted and eyes wide.

he blinks obliviously at you, tongue hesitating at the back of his teeth, and you begin to wonder if he had ever heard you in the first place. so you open your mouth to say it again, lips just barely pursed in into the beginnings of a consonant before he's waving you off. "i heard you the first time,"

unlike the songbird singer of your favorite song and unlike you, yangyang's voice is caught in between something strained (tone low and rough as if it has been dragged upon gravel) and hesitant (yet you're not quite sure if you could describe it as that, not with the way that each ending syllable seemed to rush after one another). in all iterations of his voice, this is one that you like least of all. it tells of an oncoming rejection, the thought process of finding just the right words to let you down.

"ah," you're less casual this time, words stuck in the back of your throat, "is that a no?"

"what?"

"i'm asking if you're rejecting me," you clarify, finally unable to take the rush to your head as you sit upright, "my confession,"

he leans forward and if you weren't so preoccupied with picking yourself up, perhaps you would have been flustered by the lack of distance (though you guess that personal space has never been a forte of yangyangs). he raises a finger in the air, gesturing in circles as if to rewind to your previous words. "that was a confession?"

"what else would it be?" the sudden surge of movement forces you to clench your eyes shut, pressure mounting up behind them as if it might spill out with tears. it takes a couple moments of blinking before your vision returns to normal, accompanied by a faint ringing in your ears. "anyway, i thought you knew,"

yangyang sputters for words, blonde hair falling onto his face in a manner that really doesn't help you keep your composure. he shoots you an incredulous look, eyebrows arched and jaw nearly touching the floor. he brings a hand to his chest, tapping as he speaks, as if he couldn't believe that he's the crush in mention. "knew that you're into me?"

"yes," your tone is bordering the line between a twinge of embarrassment and the foundation of irritation that's bubbling at the back of your throat, "i've been making it pretty obvious,"

"not obvious enough," he grumbles, spoken under his breath as he brings a hand to scratch at the bridge of his nose--looking everywhere but your eyes, narrowed in on him with something more akin to a glare than a glance.

you huff, rolling your eyes as you lean onto your arms, flicking him on the forehead with a force much to harsh to be anything lesser than aggravation. "next time i'll make sure to get on one knee to propose so it's obvious enough for you,"

he swats your hand away, pouting as he nurses his forehead. his discomfort evokes a laugh on your part, lips twitching upwards from their previous position held in the beginnings of a sneer. you can never stay annoyed at him, not when he looks like that. an expression that screams pathetic in every way but overt words as he looks up at you. his bottom lip is caught in his teeth and his next words are spoken within a silver of a breathe--desperate and urgent.

"yes, i do. so, so badly"

it's a statement spoken in the middle of one of your songs, tone so gentle that it was almost drowned out by the steady beat of the instrumental. so quiet, that you're tempted to ask him to repeat it--partially to make sure that you really did hear him correctly but mostly because you just want to hear him say it one more time. there's no question about what he's responding too, voice completely consumed by a honey, lovesick lilt. one that you find far superior to any intonation used by your songbird singer or any emphasis that falls from your own throat. an inflection that you will revisit, over and over and over again until any and all accuracy of the memory is lost.

"ok,"

"ok?"

"ok," you repeat, lips quirking into a teasing smile (one he knows all too well, one that sticks to his skin and haunts him with every waking moment--god, he can't get you out of his mind), "what? you disappointed or something?"

he's quick to clarify, rebutting with a dirty look, "no. i just...i don't know. not very romantic was it?"

"ouch," you wince back in faux pain, holding a hand to your heart with a dramatic drawl, "should i have bought flowers?"

"yes, sure, whatever," he acknowledges your quip only to ignore it, spitting out an agreement as quick as he can in order to get to his next phrase. so rushed that you're fifty percent positive that he didn't even hear what you said, "can i kiss you?"

his question makes you reel, feeling dizzy as the words are punctuated with a look from him that's a hair away from begging. and oh god, you feel like you're going to faint. maybe you're still feeling the aftereffects of your head rush. one look at him says otherwise.

"do you even have to ask?" your lips curve into a smile as you answer. a smile that makes his hands curl into tight fists, knuckles burning a bleach white. he's one hundred percent sure that if he doesn't kiss you right now, then he'll explode. though, it doesn't exactly matter in the grand scheme of things as he thinks that he'll reach the same end when he actually does.

and that's certainly what it feels like as yangyang leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. one that he ends only to begin another, more assured and slightly less gentle, less featherlight. he sighs when he kisses you, as if he's been holding back that same sigh since he met you. one only to be relieved by a kiss he has always so desperately craved. he kisses you urgently, like he's making up for lost time. a pacing and utter adoration that makes your head spin, butterflies fluttering in your stomach only to emerge from your throat in the form of a quiet whine. a noise that has yangyang practically lunging on top of you, hands coming up to hold your face. slender fingers sliding up your cheekbones and resting before your ears, fingernails knotted in the edges of your hair. and then he's pulling away, smushing messy, lingering kisses all over your face.

his lips are everywhere, on the full of your cheeks and the space beneath the arch of your brow. the corner of your mouth and your chin, your forehead and eyelid. chest against chest, his heartbeat hammering so loudly that you wouldn't be surprised if it leapt straight out.

"maybe we should have skipped the confession part and went straight to this," your words are hummed against his face, eyes fluttering somewhere between open and shut as he lines kisses down the angle of your jaw. your arms coming to hang around his shoulders, "might have saved you from my unromantic confession,"

you can feel him grin against you and you know a teasing comment isn't too far behind. "i wish we did. that was the worst confession i've ever received,"

he makes his way back to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the corners before capturing your lips once more. this time, you lead, pulling him ever-so-slightly closer as you take his bottom lip in between your teeth. you nip playfully, soothing over your bite with a passive, lazy drag of your tongue. a feeling that evokes a groan from your counterpart, fingertips digging into the flesh of your face.

"should i take it back then?" it's muttered against his lips, each word spoken between kisses that have his knees buckling, "the worst confession you've ever received, that is,"

yangyang scoffs, words slurred and spoken in the middle of a kiss. "you can't take it back,"

you laugh, a pretty sound that has his ears ringing. one that starts in the back of your throat and ends up bubbling in his, before it's interrupted with a whiny whimper as you pull away. a reaction that nearly has all the blood in your body rushing to your head. you're not sure that sitting up could fix the sensations this time.

instead, you bring a finger to trace along the expanse of his neck. fingernail grazing against his adams apple (which bobs when he swallows, hard, at the feeling of your touch--an action accompanied a slight shiver and unsteady inhale). you continue your journey upwards until you're skimming the curve where his throat meets his chin. and there you hesitate, before flicking your finger harshly upwards. "can't i?"

despite the way in which his face is forced upwards by the motion of your hand, yangyang's eyes never leave yours. they're half-lidded, eyelids drooping down like he's drunk. lips are a vermillion red, puffy and swollen. a small line of spit stuck between the top and bottom and you can't be sure whether that's his or yours. all you do know is that if he keeps looking at you like that, you might just drop dead. they say looks can kill, after all.

"no," he replies, voice hoarse and eyes drawn in soft crescents "it's too late. we're dating, aren't we? you said ok,"

you huff out a whisper of a laugh, expression darting into a grin that you just can't hold back. one that practically threatens to split your face in two as you undertake a teasing lilt. "only because you looked so pathetic when you agreed,"

he wrinkles his nose at your words, toying with a lopsided smile that makes your heart flip. "if that's what it takes for you to date me then i'll look pathetic all you want,"

"i don't think you'll have to try any harder than usual in that endeavor," you remark, shutting your eyes as you lean back onto your palms, "in fact, i'd say that--"

but you're cut off with a kiss, then another, and another, and another. until you've all but forgotten about rescinding your confession, or what you were going to say about him. and the only thing you can think about is him. not that that is anything out of the norm.

taglist. @evilsailorsenshi @222brainrot @yangasm thank you for all your support and love! &lt;3

🗯️ i love yangyang so much guys TᴖT i don't even think this is written well because i wrote it so rushed, all in one sitting, because i just needed to get this out of my system. there's something so lovely to me about mundane, realistic confessions and banter that i can't help but think about them all the time. writing this made me all fuzzy and i hope it does the same for you all! ♡

[lilacjaemin]

“babe? you still awake?” yangyang mumbled softly against your temple.

“mhm?”

“i have something kind of important to ask you.” his thumb traced circles on your hip.

“are you okay? what’s wrong?” you peered up at him with a pout, watching his expression.

“ive been thinking about this for a while and ive just been too nervous to ask you, but i think im ready now.” he blew out a breath.

“yangie, just tell me.” you cupped his cheek, suddenly getting worried.

“do you wanna…start a co-op farm together in stardew valley?”

[nayuluvs]

X’s ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

⛧ fem bodied reader x liu yangyang (WAYV/NCT)

⛧ genre smut 18+ 𓉸ྀི

⛧ warnings public sex, unprotected sex.

You find yourself in a basement club, the air was thick with sweat and desire. The music pounded in your ears, bass throbbing through your body as you moved throughout the crowd sipping on your strong cocktail. You began to feel the buzz beginning to form, your inhibitors lowering with each sip.

Leaning against the bar, your eyes scanned the room, taking in the sea of bodies moving sensually to the beat. That’s when you saw him — Yangyang. He stood there with an air of confidence that drew you in. There was something mysterious about him, an untamed quality that made you want to get closer.

As if the feeling of your gaze, Yangyang’s eyes locked with yours. His stare sent a shiver down your spine, you felt yourself clenching around nothing involuntary. With a cocky smile, he began to weave his way through the crowd towards you. Your heart raced as he approached, your body tingled with anticipation.

‘Hey there’ he said, his voice was low as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. ‘I’ve been watching you … You stand out in this crowd’

You shuddered at his words, goosebumps forming all over. ‘Really?’ You replied, unable to hide sultry edge that had crept into your voice. ‘What caught your eye?’

Yangyang stepped back, his eyes roaming over your body. ‘Everything’ His gaze intense. ‘The way you move, The way you sip your drink … I can tell you know what you want’

You felt your face flush, a mixture of desire and embarrassment. ‘Maybe I do’ Melting into his gaze. ‘And what is it that you want, Yangyang?’ He took your hand, the touch sending electric shocks through your body. ‘I want to show you something’ He lead you through the crowd. ‘I think you’ll like it’ You let yourself be guided by him, bodies brushing intimately as you both moved throughout the sea of people.

Yangyang led you to a secluded booth at the back of the club, away from prying eyes of the crowd. As you sat down, you felt his leg press against yours, a silent invitation sent your heart racing. ‘Is this what you wanted to show me?’ Your voice breathless.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke again. ‘I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before’ You shuddered at his words, your breath quickening at every passing moment. ‘And what makes you think I need that?’ You teased, your body betraying you as you were aching for his touch.

With a wicked smile Yangyang reached out, gently taking the glass from your hand. ‘Let me show you’ His voice dripping with a promise.

His fingers traced the neckline of your dress, sending tingles down your spine. Slowly the pulled the straps down, exposing your shoulder and the swell of your breast. You bit your lip, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through your body. You never felt such desire before, but something about Yangyang made you want to let go and surrender.

‘You’re beautiful’ he murmured, his warm breath fanning across your sensitive skin. His thumbs grazed the peak of your nipples over the fabric of your dress, causing you to gasp and arching your back offering yourself to him. ‘Please’ You whined out, not sure what you were asking for but you needed more.

Yangyang smiled, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned forward, capturing one of your harden nipples through the fabric, tugging gently. You moaned, your head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over you. His mouth felt incredible, and you needed to feel it everywhere.

His hands moved to the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down exposing your back inch by inch. You felt the cool air on your skin, contrasting with the heat building within you. With a gentle tug, he slid the dress off your shoulders. His eyes focused to your newly exposed breast. ‘So perfect’ He murmured taking one erect nipple into his mouth, while he caressed and squeezed the other. You cried out, fingers tangling into his hair as he sucked and teased your sensitive nipples. His mouth was skilled, knowing exactly how to drive you wild and wanting more.

Yangyang continued his attention on your breast, his hand traveling down your body hiking up your dress. With a gentle touch, he traced the outline of your cunt, feeling the heat radiating from your core. ‘You’re so wet for me’ His voice was hoarse with desire.

‘Please’ you begged again, hips involuntarily bucking as you craved his touch.

Yangyang slid his finger under the fabric of your panties, finding your swollen clit. He rubbed his finger in slow circles. Drawing out moans from you. Your hip moved in time with his fingers. He then slid one finger inside.

‘You like that, Don’t you?’ He teased, adding a second finger. ‘Yes’ You moaned out, your head thrown back as you let yourself go. ‘Feels so good…’ His fingers pumped in and out of your cunt, his thumb continued to focus on your clit. You could feel your orgasm building inside, tightening every muscle in your body. ‘Cum for me Y/n’ He whispered, knowing how close you were.

And with that, You tumbled over the edge, crying out as your cunt clenched around his fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, your body trembling in the aftermath. Yangyang slowed his fingers down, gently bringing you down from your high. He slipped his fingers out from you, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste your essence. ‘So sweet’ A surge of need coursed through you as you watched the sight before you. You wanted more and you needed more.

Reaching for the button of his jeans, you undid them slowly, sliding your hand inside to wrap around his thick cock. He hissed at your touch, his hips bucking gently into your hand. ‘My turn to return the favor’ You whispered, stroking him firmly. With a growl, Yangyang pushed down his jeans just enough to reveal his cock. Pulling you onto his lap, he kissed you deeply. His tongue dancing with yours.

Yangyang broke the kiss, as he lifted you up. Positioning himself at your entrance. He slowly began lowering you down to meet his cock, filling you up completely. You gasped at the sensation, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. He began to move you, your hips snapping against his. Your head fell back as you surrendered to the pleasure. ‘Harder, please’

He obliged, his cock hitting all the right places. Your nipples rubbed against his chest with each trust, sending more pleasure through you. The sound of the muffled music, along with your moans and gaps further fueled your desire. Yangyang reached between where you met , rubbing your clit sending you spiraling towards another orgasm. ‘Cum for me again’ His voice was hoarse. ‘I want to feel you cum around my cock’

Your walls clenched at his command, you felt yourself letting go once again. ‘I’m gonna cum’ ‘That’s it baby’ He encouraged you, bouncing you even faster as he chased his own high. You cried out as another orgasm washed over you, shaking uncontrollably as pleasure washed over you. Yangyang groaned feeling your cunt clenching around him, sending him over the edge. He spilled himself inside you, groaning your name in your ear.

You both rested against one another, hearts pounding and now enjoying the music that was once muffled. You felt his cock twitching inside you, you clenched around him drawing a shudder from him. ‘Fuck Y/n’ He nuzzled into your neck. ‘That was…’

‘Amazing’ You finished for him, smiling. You both stayed like that for a while. Enjoying the aftermath and bliss of one’s presence. You knew you had found something special. Yangyang awakened desires and sexual freedom you never knew existed.

[doiesfav]

✩‧₊˚ Yangyang couple headcanons ||

Pairing: bf! Yangyang x gn! Reader

Contains: just fluff🫶🫶

Disclaimer: These are just headcanons and purely fiction, so if you don't like how I interpret them, just skip this post!!

MASTERLIST

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend that whenever you cook something he always offer to wash the dishes, he may seems like an lazy boyfriend but would do anything for you

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who appreciates quality time so much that he would even skip practise or work for you. At the end you always get mad at him for doing it and telling him to not skip work because of you

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who, in a special day like anniversary or birthday, is in charge of everything, and when i say everything is everything. This man has everything controlled, the time you were back home, who would be talking to you that day… (kinda creepy) But everything for the best celebration

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who would shower you with his pets fur whenever he tries to kiss you. It’s kinda funny because some days his pets receive more kisses than you

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who’s excited about knowing you more, he always asks about how was your day, what did you eat, if you had a bad day and much more. He appreciates you a lot and he does the same for you

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Happy birthday yangyang!! Can’t believe hes 23 SINCE WHEN😟😟 anyways here are some headcanons as always for bday specials💞💞 thanks for the support and would appreciate notes!!

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻Please don't do that!🪻

✨Pairing: Yangyang x gn!reader ✨Prompt: Two kindergarten teachers tries to take their class of toddlers to the park to have some fun outside ✨Word count: 1.4k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, some humor, best friends au, kindergarten teachers au ☀️Authors Note: This idea came to me from listening to my sister who has worked as a kindergarten teacher lol. I thought it would be a fun scenario to write! Let me know what you thought about this!💓

"I think that's everything for our trip right? We got food, drinks, snacks, diapers and everything else." Yangyang said as he went down the list the two of you had created earlier today before all of the kids in your class were coming in for the day as you were finishing up dressing the last child in their outdoor clothes. The kids were adorable, dressed up in their little jackets and shoes and sun hats to protect them from the sun. Now it was just you and Yangyang who had to get dressed for the outdoors as well.

"You've put on sunscreen? I've put sunscreen on all of the kids and myself." You said whilst putting on your own jacket.

"Yeah I put it on earlier whilst packing my bag. No sunburns today." He said with a smile while putting on his own hat, shoes already on. The two of you were actually excited to take the kids to the park and let them enjoy the nice weather while running off all that extra energy they have.

"Great! Then we can head out now. Righ-"

"Y/n! I have to pee!!" A kid shouted at you causing you to sigh and lead him to the bathroom.

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"No please put that stick down! No! Don't put it in your mouth Stella!" Yangyangs voice could be heard from the back of the train and you stopped to turn back to make sure no one would get hurt as Yangyang went up to the little girl, trying to get her to stop playing around with the stick and biting it. It took a lot of coaxing on his side before Stella had given up the stick with a pout which gained her a little pat and smile from Yangyang before he stood up and went back to the end of the train and holding hands with the little child at the very back.

"Okay then! Lets continue our journ-" You were once again interrupted by Linong, who sat down on the ground not wanting to take another step claiming his little legs could not carry him any longer and that he didn't wanna walk anymore.

"Come on Nongnong it's not far to the park I promise." You tried to gently persuade the toddler, hoping the cute little nickname would help but he refused causing you to sigh.

"What if I carried you?" You barely managed to finish that sentence before he was standing up waiting for you to pick him up which you did with haste.

"Okay all my little ducklings! Let's waddle on forward!" You said encouragingly to all the other toddlers who shouted back in their adorable little voices let's go! let's go!

Luckily the two of you and your group of thirty toddlers managed to get to the park without another hiccup.

"Highfive Y/n! We got to the park!"

You high-fived Yangyang, both of you sharing a smile while looking over all of the kids running around in excitement over being at the park.

"You think they'll behave?" you asked curiously because even though they are for the most part sweethearts towards the two of you they are still toddlers and toddlers will do what toddlers want to do after all.

"Of course they will behave. What's the worst that could go wrong?" Yangyangs voice trailed of at the end of the sentence before he was off running shouting for two of the toddlers to not eat the sand causing you to wince at the thought of them eating sand and potentially getting sick.

"Y/n what's that??" one of the kids asks while pointing at a butterfly which was residing on some of the flowers. You crouched down and some more kids gathered around curious as well to what it was.

"That my friend is a butterfly."

"So you can eat it then?" the kid questions reaching for it causing you to stop her.

"No you can't. Please don't go around trying to eat them."

"But you said it was butter??"

"It's just named butter I promise you it is not made out of butter. They're nice bugs helping the flowers. We need them alive." You tell the kids who nods at your words before bouncing off to the swings.

The kids behaved for the most part but the two of you did not have a moment of peace since you left the kindergarten building. You were constantly running around getting kids to stop putting things in their mouth, stopping some from trying to climb the trees, helping them on the swings, multiple toilet breaks. It was when some of the kids came up asking about spiders while some were trying to pet the ducks who had arrived at the park that the two of you decided it was time for a snack break. It was the only way to get your kids to truly sit still and be somewhat quiet and right now the two of you needed that.

The kids had finally sat down after you two had asked them to sit down and use their listening ears while being silent. The kids excitement had gone wild when you started to tell them which snacks you had brought with you. It almost made you laugh over their excitement over some pears, apples, carrots and cucumber sticks along with a mini cookie and capri-suns.

All the kids requested for the capri-suns with the animals on which made you glad you had bought the safari ones and not the regular orange ones.

"Well, this has been a success so far I'd say." you said eating a piece of pear as you and Yangyang looked over your toddlers.

"Yeah I agree, chaotic but a success. I thought I'd succeed tho in letting Peter pick himself up when he fell but he just laid there waiting for someone to pick him up. Like a starfish on the ground, wouldn't get up no matter how much I encouraged him and told him he could." He muttered to you and you snorted, it was well known at your place that Peters family always picked him up if he tripped or fell even if he hadn't hurt himself so he just laid there assuming someone would pick him up and no matter what you and your colleagues did he would not budge from the ground once down.

"He'll learn eventually. I'm sure of it." You said chuckling.

"So next time shall we bring them to a museum?"

"Are you sure about that? Perhaps an interactive museum would work. Or a theatre play?"

"Hmmm I heard something about them doing The Wizard of Oz at the local theatre with teens for children. I could check if they got any tickets left for us to come. I heard it's really good for kids and interactive as well."

"That sounds amazing honestly Yangyang. I think they'd love that. We should check that out once we get back today after everyones been picked up."

Both of you smiled, these kids even if they were chaotic and sometimes troublesome were honestly the highlights of your days. The two of you often spent time after work coming up with new ideas to do with your class or talking about things that had happened like how one time one of the kids had snuck into the kitchen area and to Yangyangs shock found a frying pan that he tried to hit others with, which he had promptly taken away from said kid and handed it back to the kitchen staff while asking that they lock this area so no kid could enter.

Or that time the kids took their time to put a blanket over you when you had accidentally fallen asleep when it was their nap time before all of them had fallen asleep and all they did was make sure you were cozy with a blanket before laying down and sleeping next to you. That picture is still one of Yangyangs favorite that he had taken of you and the kids to show the parents at pickup that day.

The two of you and the thirty children enjoyed the rest of the day at the park before it was time for you and all the little ducklings to go back. Their enthusiastic little let's go let's go always warmed your heart as you journey back home. Both of you hearing how the kids talked to themselves how this day was the best day ever and that the two of you were the best teachers ever.

[tokkiclub]

“I can’t believe you’re jealous of our son.”

pairing: liu yangyang x fem!oc genre: fluff, suggestive, humor warnings: established relationship, swearing, a heavy makeout session word count: 2.5k  a/n: english is not my first language, so if u find any mistakes, please let me know! <3

Lyra let her body fall heavily onto the mattress, a groan escaping her throat as her arms sprawled out among the sheets. It was Friday night, and for the past month, these seemed to be the toughest days of her eternal week. Her shift always ended up lasting longer because of some indecisive customer or a coworker who messed up their task, or simply someone determined to make her life miserable. She twisted her torso to one side, attempting to crack the bones in her back, and buried her head back into the pillows. She didn't even care about the growling in her stomach; at that moment, nothing sounded better than sleeping until noon the next day.

Just as she began to question why Yangyang was taking so long, she heard a soft, familiar purring. When she opened her eyes, Leon was looking at her with his large, attentive green eyes, his ears twitching slightly every few seconds. Lyra smiled softly, and the animal, as if it perfectly understood what that meant, let out a meow and rolled onto his side. The dark-haired girl unearthed one of her arms from under the pillow and used it to stroke his fur, making sure to scratch under his chin and behind his ear. The cat rubbed against the space on her neck with great pleasure, his purring increasing in volume and his eyes half-closed.

"Oh, so you're cheating on me?" Yangyang appeared at the door of the room, leaning against the frame with a smile that betrayed the supposed indignation in his tone.

Lyra chuckled as she watched Yangyang enter the room.

"You didn't even wait for me to come up," he said as he took a seat on the edge of the mattress to remove his shoes, and Lyra could hear the pout in his voice.

"You were taking too long, and I'm so tired," she complained, hugging the cat closer to her body.

"You're lying. You just wanted to come up to be with... that guy."

He took off his jacket and left it on the back of the desk chair, feeling his girlfriend's laughter behind him and causing his own to escape his lips. He automatically moved to the left side of the bed, where Lyra's feet dangled with her shoes still on, and took them off for her.

"I can't believe you're jealous of our son," Lyra teased, a warm feeling climbing up her chest at her boyfriend's gesture. Yangyang lightly tugged at the elastic of one of her socks.

"When you ran up the stairs just to cuddle with him? Pft, it's clear who has your heart right now," Yangyang returned to his place on the edge of the bed, teasing the tail of his pet just to hear him let out an annoyed meow. "What? Do you forget who your real owner is here?"

"Stop bothering him," the girl scolded him, and the -for now- gray-haired boy shook his head in disbelief. Leon stared him directly in the eyes, and when Yangyang raised an eyebrow in his direction, the cat rubbed the top of his head against Lyra's neck.

This arrogant son of a bitch...

He couldn't believe it, his own son, whom he raised with so much effort and sacrifice, trying to steal his girlfriend right in front of his eyes. Now he was a little jealous. He was sure that if Leon could talk and act like a human, he would be saying, "I win, you lose," with a self-satisfied smile while hogging all of the dark-haired girl's love.

Louis, you're my favorite from now on.

"Yang...," When she heard his name softly spoken, he averted his gaze from his mischievous cat. And, God, he would never be ready to face the tenderness of Lyra's sleepy features, with slightly glassy eyes and a silly half-smile. It was probably his favorite version of her. "Come here, come on, stop looking at me like a wet puppy from over there."

Yangyang rolled his eyes but still obeyed the request. He dropped down on the right side of the mattress as if it were routine, because it is, and they always sleep in the same way. The movement made Leon complain between their bodies, and Lyra rewarded him by stroking him between the ears. It took everything in him not to let out a loud huff as the animal practically reveled in it while looking at him from the side.

Who came up with the idea of adopting this guy?

Oh, right. He and Ten.

"Alright, time's up, buddy," and with that, he lifted the animal in his arms and sat down, leaving it at the foot of the mattress. Lyra burst into laughter, and Leon meowed indignantly.

"You're so mean," as the girl scolded him again, Yangyang returned to his position on the bed, but this time in the spot previously occupied by his cat, in the space beneath Lyra's neck.

"Mmmh," he passed an arm over her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were as close as possible. Inhumanly close, just the way he liked it. Very close.

Lyra grumbled, rolling her eyes with an enamored smile dancing on her lips. She buried her hand in Yangyang's hair, incredibly soft to the touch even after countless bleaches, and received a sigh against her collarbones in response. Her other hand found its place on his hip bone, right where his shirt had ridden up a bit, revealing a glimpse of his skin. She gently caressed it with her thumb, and Yangyang nuzzled under her chin in the same way Leon or Louis would.

"You're just like a cat," Lyra commented, stroking the strands of his head. "My jealous boyfriend with cat tendencies."

"Leave me alone."

"Oh? But just a moment ago, you were desperate for all my attention," she tried to tilt her head to look at him, but it only made him hide more in her neck, as if that were possible. Lyra slipped her fingers through his hair and playfully tugged. Yangyang groaned. "What? Why so shy all of a sudden, baby, hmm...?"

The nickname made Yangyang's heart race in his chest. God, he was truly done for if he couldn't get used to his girlfriend calling him... like that. Or any nickname, because just hearing his name from those lips made him weak in the knees like the anime girls Hendery liked so much. It seemed he was done for either way.

"Are you embarrassed for feeling jealous of an animal, huh?" the girl pinched his side, letting out a laugh when he squirmed. Yangyang pinched her butt. "You have nothing to worry about, Yangie, you're the only one for me."

Yangyang sighed, feeling the warmth in his cheeks as if he were a love-struck schoolgirl. This is going to be my downfall, he thought, before planting a quick kiss in the hollow between her collarbones and pulling back just enough to be able to look at her. Lyra already had her eyes fixed on him, with a smug smile and one eyebrow raised in a way that reminded him too much of someone, although he couldn't exactly pinpoint who (Jaemin, the answer would hit Yangyang the next day, God, exactly like Jaemin).

"Wipe that smile off your face."

"Why don't you do it?"

Totally my downfall. This girl is going to be the death of me.

He pushed himself up slightly, leveling his gaze with hers and close enough to feel their breaths collide and the tip of her damn adorable nose brush against his. Lyra's eyes gained a new kind of sparkle, and he felt her fingers dig into his side. Yangyang moved his hand from where it was resting on her waist and took hold of her neck, pulling her up and capturing the sound of surprise that escaped her with his lips. Lyra, in the most literal sense, melted against his mouth, fitting perfectly and letting his boyfriend lead the kiss. Yangyang always kissed her as if they had all the time in the world, even when they were rushed and barely had a few minutes to see each other amidst their busy schedules, he kissed her as if time stood still in that very moment. As if the rest could wait, but she couldn't. And Lyra would be lying if she said that didn't make her fall a little more in love each day. The boy's fingers slid through the hair at the nape of her neck, demanding more closeness, and she didn't even try to hide the moan and the way she sought to entwine her legs with his. Yangyang rose until he could lean on his elbow and hover over her, momentarily breaking the kiss, barely allowing her to catch her breath before capturing their lips once again. With the new position, Lyra wrapped both arms around his neck, letting one hand slide down a bit to press her fingers just above his shoulder blade. Yangyang let out a muffled sound as he wrapped an arm around her lower back and pressed their bodies together. The intensity of the kiss seemed to increase as they touched, the friction added by their clothes generating a heat in the air that both knew very well where it would lead them, and the sound of the TV and Dejun's laughter in the living room reminded Lyra of how they couldn't do this right now.

"Y-Yang..." she tried to say as she abruptly broke the kiss, but Yangyang seemed to understand it as a signal to move his lips to her neck. Lyra swallowed when she felt the graze of his teeth, clinging to the only part of her brain that was functioning properly at this moment. "Do I have to remind you of what happened the last time we... ah, did something with others in the apartment?"

"Mmm, we just have to be quiet," he simply replied, his mischievous hands sneaking under her shirt and caressing the skin of her stomach. Lyra sank into the mattress at the same time as she let out a soft moan.

"W-we can't, Yangy-ah..." having a conversation was off the table, that was for sure, because forming a coherent thought with Yangyang biting her neck wasn't an easy task at all. "I'm serious, we have to stop, come on. I can't- Oh my God, always being the voice of reason here."

Yangyang pulled away from where he had been buried in her neck, his eyes glassy, his hair disheveled, and looking at her in that way. The same way he looks at her when they're in the middle of something, as if he wants to devour her whole, and boy if Lyra can understand the feeling.

"They won't hear anything, believe me, they're probably watching Lucas' favorite show, and you know how loud he gets when he’s excited about something," she knew Yangyang was trying to persuade her, and let her add that the hand caressing her rib and dangerously close to the start of her boob was quite convincing. "Stop trying to escape from me."

"Excuse me for not wanting them to hear us having sex, again!" she exclaimed, lifting one of her legs to hit his back with her heel, and Yangyang, the damn bastard, took advantage of the situation to grab her other leg and make her intertwine both around his slim waist. "Yangyang!"

"What?" he asked, feigning innocence as if his smile didn't give him away completely. All perfect teeth and the worst kind of mischievous gleam in his eyes. Lyra wanted to eat him whole.

"And it's not just about them hearing us! Or have you forgotten the time when Kun almost opened the door while I was, literally, giving you a blowjob?" she continued complaining, trying to push him away without really doing it. She was so weak against him, seriously, but she couldn't keep letting him get away with it. "And when Sicheng almost caught us doing it on your desk? And, I swear to God, if I have to endure Ten's 'I saw you naked and I won't let you live it down' expression, I'm going to pull out all my hair with my own hands."

"Mmm, get angrier, babe, you know how it turns me on," he tried to kiss her again but Lyra, quite literally, put a hand in his face. Yangyang tried to bite her finger, and she indignantly pulled it away.

"I'm being serious!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Well, then reject me."

"What?"

Yangyang crashed his lips against hers, not even giving her time to react when his tongue was already seeking permission to intrude into her mouth. Lyra gasped, searching for her last shred of sanity to pull away when her boyfriend pressed his growing erection against her. Well, so much for trying to be the voice of reason, she thought as she tightened her legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer. Yangyang groaned deeply, and the depth of the sound sent shivers down her spine as she let out a trembling sigh against his lips. She felt him smile, and she didn't need to look at him to know what kind of smile it was. Diabolical. Lyra pulled on the hair at the back of his neck in retaliation.

"Hey, guys, one of the cats is trying to get out. I can't believe you didn't notice, seriously... Oh my God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were...!"

They abruptly separated from each other, the most obscene and even pornographic sound caused by their lips at the end of the kiss resonating throughout the room. Hendery was standing in the doorway, with one hand on the doorknob and his body turned toward the hallway, staring fixedly at one of the walls.

"Why don't you knock before coming in!?" Yangyang's voice sounded like a teenager just going through puberty as he moved to grab one of the pillows and cover his lap, his cheeks flushed.

"Why don't you lock the door!?" Hendery replied, turning to look at him but returning his gaze outside when he met Lyra's eyes behind his friend. "And I did! Leon was scratching the wood to get out, but you two were too busy with your… stuff to notice."

It had to be, Yangyang thought, that damn cat.

"Why the hell are you guys shouting so loudly?"

Oh no. Lyra covered her face with both hands, inwardly lamenting what was coming for them. Out of all the people living in that damn apartment, did it really have to be...?

A wicked smile spread across Ten's face as he peered over Hendery's shoulder. Yangyang closed his eyes tightly.

"So, you two again? Really?" he said with a tone that was a mix of mocking and disappointed. "I see, so someone has a weird exhibitionism kink..."

And as Lyra sighed, accepting her fate, Yangyang knew what his would be.

I'm screwed.

[bulgasari-seo]

don't get mad, a wayv oneshot (3k)

perfectly normal kun spends a perfectly normal day at his perfectly normal job, only to discover his best friends are Not perfectly normal.

{{ ao3: link }}

been hanging out in the weishen district of ncity today. enjoy the results :D

"Kun-ge, I have a question for you." 

Kun looks up from his lunch: a perfectly normal caesar salad, two perfectly normal mandarins, and a perfectly normal cup of iced green tea. Across from him sits V Entertainment’s newest hire, a young intern named Chenle who just started in his department. 

He puts his fork down and leans back, watching Chenle with curiosity. "Sure, what is it?" 

Chenle looks around, then leans in close, hand covering his mouth and voice low. "About Ten.. He's kind of, well.. Weird, isn't he?" 

Kun squints, clearly judging. "We work in marketing, Chenle. Sooner or later you'll find out that Everyone is kind of weird." 

"Really? You don't seem weird at all. Not in the way he is. Have you seen the way he adjusts his hair? Why does he use the back of his hand? It reminds me of my friend's cats." 

"I've known him since high school, and he's always done that, Chenle." 

Chenle shakes his head. "You don't get it. Have you ever heard the urban legends that some people aren't well.. People?"  

"Are you suggesting that Ten is an alien? I get that we all have our own quirks, but really.. I think you've been reading too much sci-fi lately."  

Chenle stands up from the table in their break room, throwing his hands up in frustration. "You've been in the corporate world too long, Kun-ge. Sooner or later, you'll see what I'm talking about. I guarantee it." 

Kun watches the intern leave, and sighs, finishing his lunch. The rest of the day sweeps him up in the usual fast pace of the Marketing department, and before he knows it, it’s 5:00. It’s Friday, and everyone has already left the office, eager to start their weekend. Kun stretches and packs his things, slinging his backpack over one shoulder and strolling over to Ten’s office.  

Ten's office is a mess. Papers are strewn across his desk, some threatening to spill over to the floor. The two chairs in front of his desk are piled high with samples from various printing companies, eager to earn the business of Neo City’s largest music distributor. They’ve all been ignored, of course; it took someone special to earn the attention of the marketing director. 

Speaking of which, said director is currently stuck in a Zoom meeting (who schedules a Zoom meeting on a Friday?), fidgeting with a ball of yarn. Kun raises an eyebrow, leaning in the doorway and crossing his arms. It’s another minute of chatter before Ten notices he’s there, and he startles, the ball of yarn flying out of his hands. 

“It’s been great, Johnny, but I gotta get out of here, the weekend’s calling. You have a great rest of your day, okay?” Ten waves goodbye and ends the meeting, and his entire demeanor changes from corporate mumbo-jumbo to the best friend he knows and loves. He stands up from his chair, stretching and letting out a deep sigh of relief.  

Kun rolls his eyes, leaning forward and picking up the ball of yarn. Chenle’s words echo in his mind, and he tosses the ball in Ten’s direction. If he truly had cat-like reflexes, he’d dodge the ball and jump ten feet in the air.  

He smirks at the thought of Ten jumping ten feet in the air. Too funny. 

The ball hits him square in the chest, and he startles. “What the hell was that for, Kun?!”  

“You’re taking too long. We have to meet up with everyone in,” he checks his watch, “20 minutes.”  

“Good thing it’s just down the street, then. Did you get all your projects sorted out?” 

“Of course I did, who do you think I am?” Kun turns and waves, heading towards the elevator. 

“Hey! Wait for me!”  

It’s a short walk from the V Entertainment building, filled with their usual after-work debrief. Yes, there’s enough in the budget, no, the clients haven’t sent over their edits yet, okay, we’ll circle back next week. They stop in front of Lonely Chef Xiao’s hotpot restaurant, and a bell at the front door signals their arrival. 

“Wow, no customers today, Xiaojun? Kinda weird, don’t you think?” Ten calls out. The restaurant is empty, its usual hustle and bustle replaced by only the sound of the running fountain at the entrance. 

Xiaojun pokes his head out from the kitchen, eyes brightening as soon as he spots Kun and Ten. “You made it! You’re actually early, believe it or not.” 

“What? We’re early?” Ten looks at Kun accusingly. “So I could have finished my meeting?!” 

“You could’ve, but what, you’d rather spend time with Johnny from the Korean branch instead of your best friends?” Kun folds his arms and stares back, refusing to back down. Ten points at him and hisses, dropping his work bag in a booth and sauntering off to the kitchen. 

Kun snickers, dropping his own bag in the same booth and following. He pulls his phone out, attempting to start a video call and grimacing when he sees his double chin in the angle. The dial tone sounds for a few seconds, and then Winwin’s face pops up. 

“Kun-ge! How are you?!” Winwin’s voice is bright, a brief respite from the monotony of the corporate lifestyle. Kun smiles widely and flips the camera, pointing at Xiaojun and Ten. 

Xiaojun is focused on prepping a meal for them, looking up briefly to wave at the camera. Ten bounces up and down in delight. “Winwin, my beloved! It’s so good to see you! We’re doing great, how’s your shoot going?!” 

“We’re filming the final scenes this week and next week. If everything goes well, I should be able to come home soon!” 

Winwin flips his own camera, showing off the various filming equipment at the location for his next movie. “I think this one’s gonna be a really good story. You guys have to come to the premier, okay?” 

Kun flips the camera again and steps out of the kitchen, Ten following and peeking over his shoulder. “Of course we will. I’ll clear out Ten’s schedule, he has no say in it.” 

“No need for that, I’ll do it myself!” Ten laughs. “Don’t forget Winnie, we’re always cheering you on. Call on us if you ever need a pick-me-up, okay?” 

“You guys are first on my list.” Winwin looks off-camera and says something. “Okay, I have to go. Enjoy your meal!”  

They say their goodbyes, and Kun steps back into the kitchen, washing his hands and watching Xiaojun cook. “What’s on the menu today, Master Chef Xiao?” 

“Just got in a new shipment of soondae, so some of that alongside our usual hotpot choices. And Hendery’s usual vegetarian options, too, so if you’re not feeling meaty, there’s more than enough for everyone.” Xiaojun replies, setting his knife down and pushing his sleeves up. “Has Yangyang come down yet? He said he was taking a nap.” 

“He hasn’t, but I’m sure he’ll be down soon. Anything ready for the table?” 

Xiaojun offers a fanged smile and picks up the knife again, pointing to the dishes on the other side of the counter. Kun avoids the knife and nods, picking up the dishes and bringing them out to their table. 

Ten and Yangyang are already seated, chatting idly with each other. Yangyang brightens upon seeing Kun, standing up and rushing to hug him. 

“Woah, hold on! Let me put these down, please!” Kun dodges the hug, setting the dishes down and spreading his arms wide. Yangyang tackles him, threatening to tip both of them over. “What’s going on?! You’re never this excited to see me!” 

“I’ve had a really rough week, that’s all. This semester is kicking my ass, and a hug from my favorite gege always makes me feel better.” Yangyang buries his face in Kun’s chest, and he laughs, patting the college student’s head. 

“You can make it through this, I know you can.” Kun reassures him. “And once you’re done, you can intern with me and Ten at V Entertainment.” 

“What, really?!” 

“Of course!” Ten claps. “Why wouldn’t we? You’d be a great asset for our team. There’s a lot for you to learn from our department.”  

“Out of the way, hotpot coming through!” Xiaojun shoves his way in between Kun and Yangyang, pushing a cart full of fresh foods. Everyone takes a seat, mouths watering as they watch Xiaojun set up their broths, laying the various ingredients along the table with precision.  

“I’ve outdone myself this time, for sure.” Satisfied with the spread, he takes a step back, taking a swig from his bottle and wiping a red liquid from his mouth with pride. “I hope you all love it.” 

“How could I not love something made by the best chef in all of Neo City?” 

All four heads turn to the entrance of the restaurant, immediately recognizing the voice. A glimmer of a gold medal rests on his chest, and Hendery steps forward, a big goofy grin dancing on his lips. 

“Our Olympic Gold Medalist has returned!!” Yangyang bolts over, tackling him with a hug. Hendery laughs, catching him mid-air and swinging him around. 

“Welcome home Hendery! How was the flight?” Kun asks, greeting him warmly and pulling out a chair.  

“More important than that, how was Paris?!” Ten marvels. “I haven’t been in so long. Kun, we should go soon.” 

Hendery takes turns hugging everyone around the table, then sits next to Kun. “It was magical, just like everyone says. The food was good, but even so, I missed JunJun’s cooking dearly.” 

Xiaojun smiles to himself, dumping ingredients into the hotpot and waiting for them to cook. “Flattery will get you nowhere, you know.” 

“It’s okay, I have nowhere else to go.” Hendery laughs, taking a carrot from one of the plates and chomping on it. “More importantly, thank you for putting this together. I missed all of you more than you’d ever imagine.” 

“I don’t have to imagine! At least Kun and Ten get to see each other every day. I have to sit in classes all day, by myself. It sucks!” Yangyang pouts, and Ten chuckles, patting him on the head. 

The five descend into a lively conversation over their hotpot, sharing stories of the fun things that have happened in their lives. Kun stays quiet, reminiscing on the last ten years of their friendship. 

Once he, Ten, and Winwin graduated high school, they ended up dorming together at UNCT. Winwin’s acting career took off in their junior year, and he was able to move out. Who would’ve known that they’d become such close friends with their next-door neighbors, Xiaojun and Hendery? The four ended up informally adopting Yangyang, who became a regular at Xiaojun’s restaurant from the opening day. Through the ups and downs of the last decade, they had stuck together, and there was no sign of it stopping. 

The conversation reaches a natural lull as everyone focuses on their food, and Chenle’s words echo in Kun’s mind once again.  He peers at his friends, watching their mannerisms.  

Sure, it was kind of weird how he only really saw Xiaojun at night, but as they became working adults, there really was no time to meet but at night. And sure, it was kind of weird how his favorite food was soondae, and his favorite drink was Bloody Mary’s, and how he had fangs, but.. Yangyang has fangs, too. 

Hendery seemed like a pretty normal guy too, even if it was a little unnatural just how good he is at archery. It was admirable just how much strength he had for a guy who ate exclusively raw vegetables, but Kun was far from athletic, so he’d never be able to understand the lifestyle. Yangyang was also athletic, and occasionally went on vegetarian diets, so who was he to judge? 

And then there was the matter of Ten, his best friend above all. He worked hard, but he also rested very, very hard. On most weekends, Kun wouldn’t see Ten until late in the afternoon, and he could often hear him awake late at night, either chatting away with Yangyang, or, well, working.  

Kun also found it a little odd that the only type of cooking Ten would ever join in on was when he baked bread; he seemed to really enjoy kneading the dough for some reason. Yangyang would often come over on those days, and it would get to the point where he’d have to kick both of them out for over-kneading his dough.  

So yes, in conclusion, all of his friends were a little weird, but surely it wasn’t in a supernatural way, right? Maybe he should call Winwin later and get his thoughts on the matter. Then again, Winwin had been away filming this movie for well over six months at this point, so he wouldn’t have the best memory of their behaviors. 

“Kun-ge, is everything okay? You’ve been quiet for a while now.” Hendery waves a hand in his face, tilting his head in concern. Kun blinks a few times, refocusing. 

Four pairs of eyes stare at him curiously, and he waves them off. “It’s nothing. One of the interns told me something earlier today, and it’s been floating around in my head. That’s all.” 

“Really? What did they say?” 

“Some urban legend about people not being people, that’s all. I didn’t look into it.” Kun shrugs, scooping some vegetables out of the broth and into his bowl. “I told him everyone’s a little weird, and it’s normal.” 

Xiaojun stiffens, swapping his usual bottle for a cup of water. He laughs nervously. “Yeah, that’s right. Being weird is just a human thing, isn’t it?” 

“It is.” Ten hums in agreement, checking his phone. “Oh my god. When did it get so late? I have to get home!”  

“Why, because it’s the full moon? What, are you a werewolf?” Kun snorts. 

“Obviously not, dummy!” Ten hisses at him, and turns to Xiaojun. “It might be too late, can I spend the night?” 

“Of course, our guest room’s always open for you. Although, Yangyang might have left the bed a mess. He tends to do that when he naps.” 

“Uhh, yeah. Sorry about that!” Yangyang laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck. 

Ten stands, wishing everyone a good night and turning to leave. Kun raises an eyebrow, also standing and grabbing his arm. “Hold on. Why are you acting weird? Are you sick?” 

“Kun, really, it’s fine. Go help Xiaojun with the dishes, I’m fine.” Ten’s eyes dart to the clock on the wall, dangerously close to midnight. 

Xiaojun and Hendery don’t say a word, standing to clean the dishes from the table. Yangyang watches nervously as Kun’s patience thins. 

“No, something is clearly not fine. Just tell me. Why are you acting like this?” Kun gestures to all of them. “Why are all of you suddenly acting like this? Are you hiding something from me?” 

“Kun, please. Let go of me.” 

“We’ve been friends for nearly a decade at this point. I thought there were no secrets between us? You’ve literally seen me naked, Ten. We’ve all seen each other naked.” 

“Why are you bringing that up now?! That’s so weird! You’re the one being weird!” Yangyang exclaims, pointing.  

Kun shoots him a look. “You mean to tell me him running away isn’t weird?” 

“Kun. Just let go.” Ten’s eyes are desperate, pleading. 

“No, I’m not letting go! Tell me what’s going on, now!” Kun’s angry, switching their positions so he’s blocking the front door.  

The clock strikes midnight, and somewhere in the distance, they hear the bells ringing through Neo City. 

“Well, shit. It’s too late now.”  

A large cloud of dust erupts, and Kun shuts his eyes, coughing. He feels something jump at him, and when the dust clears, a black cat rests in his arms, curling its tail around his face. 

“What the hell?!” he yells, dropping the cat. Yangyang dives forward and catches him, pointing at Kun in an accusatory manner. 

“How dare you almost drop Ten-ge! What if he got hurt?!” 

“That’s-” Kun points incredulously, “That’s Ten?! What?!” 

The cat – Ten – hisses, swatting at him with an extended paw. Yangyang coos at him, scratching him behind the ears just the way he likes it. 

“He’s not a werewolf, gege,” Yangyang says softly, “but a were-cat.” 

Kun drags his hands across his face. “You expect me to believe..” 

He turns on his heel and slams open the door to the kitchen, shrieking at the sight. Xiaojun’s fangs are deep in Hendery’s wrist, and he has a wild look in his red eyes. Hendery yelps, pulling his arm away from Xiaojun and immediately covering it with a towel.  

“What are you doing!? I have to fix it, hold on!” Xiaojun snaps out of it, his eyes returning to their normal color. He grabs Hendery’s wrist and licks it once, and the bite marks disappear. 

“What the hell is happening in here?!” Kun runs his hands through his hair, exasperated. “Xiaojun, are you a vampire?! Have you been a vampire this whole time?!” 

Xiaojun’s face is bright red from embarrassment. “I, um.. Uh..”  

Kun’s lost his marbles at this point. “Let me guess, Hendery, you’re some sort of supernatural creature too? What are you, a horse? Is that why you eat so many carrots?” 

Hendery scratches his head. “Umm, not exactly.. I’m a centaur.” 

Yangyang bursts into the kitchen, holding Cat-Ten. Kun brings both hands to his face, sighing.  

“What’s next? Is Yangyang a mermaid or something?” 

“What? No, mermaids aren’t real. I’m human.” 

“Oh, for the love of-” Kun sighs. “You mean to tell me you’re the most normal person here out of all of you?” 

Hendery looks to the ground, ashamed. “This is why we didn’t tell you, Kun-ge. We all knew you’d react like this.” 

Kun realizes they’re all deeply hurt by his words, and he pauses. His voice softens. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in the way that I’m startled by your true selves, but more so that I’m hurt you felt you had to hide it from me.” 

He scoops Cat-Ten out of Yangyang’s arms, scratching his head. “I know I can be a little stern at times, but I’ve never thought there was something bad about being different. I mean, up until today, I had never even considered supernatural creatures to be something that even exists in this world.” 

Cat-Ten purrs, leaning into his touch. Yangyang raises an eyebrow, folding his arms. “You mean to tell me that you’ve known us for this long, and never suspected a thing? Not once? I caught it as soon as I moved across the hall from you guys in my freshman year.” 

“I- Listen, Yangyang-” 

“No, it’s true. He’s always been so focused on his studies, and his work, there was no way he would notice.” Cat-Ten says. Kun startles, looking down when he paws at his face. “I just had to go next door every full moon and spend the night with Xiaojun and Hendery.” 

“Speaking of which, Hendery, where are your.. Y’know... the rest of your legs?” Kun makes a vague gesture with his free hand. 

“Oh, uh.. Magic pants.” Hendery grins. “There’s a store nearby that specializes in enchanted goods. The owner is a faerie, and he takes really good care of us.” 

Kun pauses. “TYONGYA? THE CLOTHING STORE? What the hell, Taeyong was in one of my classes back in college!” 

There’s a moment of silence, and then all of them burst into laughter at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Ten hops out of Kun’s arms, rubbing himself against Xiaojun’s legs.  

“One more thing.” Cat-Ten says. “I should warn you, Winwin’s actually an angel.” 

“Oh, I already knew that.” 

“No, that’s not what I mean. He’s literally an angel. Sent by God Jisung Park himself.” 

“Sent by who?!” 

“Hey, Kun, don’t get mad!”  

[galacticseonghwa]

WAYV reactions to you accidentally sending nudes texts

INCLUDES: swearing, suggestive(?), i’m still trying to find the right personality for kun so he’s a bit awkward for the moment, idk tbh

a/n: not proofread

[winwintea]

how wayv would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n

how wayv members would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n. PAIRING ▸ wayv x reader 

TRIGGER WARNINGS ▸ mentions of: bl//d (o) and g/ns (u), very angsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i watched the winwin and ten lovely dance cover again and cried because im an emotional trainwreck... REGARDLESS. idk actually how this prompt came to me but damn

Qian Kun

Kun’s lips are pursed together, his eyes widen at the sight of you. With your blood stained cheeks, mixed with your murky tears, you were covered head to toe in… red. He looks you up and down before demanding angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” His voice is loud and clear, and you can’t help but choke up a few sobs in response, unable to answer him. Kun grabs the gun out of your hands, and embraces you in a tight hug. This time his voice begins to crack and it’s a lot softer, “What did you do��?”

Ten

Ten was so caught off guard by the blood, he didn’t even notice the gun in your hands. “Holy SHIT! What the hell, y/n?” Strings of curses followed, but you couldn’t do anything but just sob uncontrollably. Ten gazes into your teary eyes. It’s hard to see your face clearly, since it’s covered in blood. Although Ten had no idea what you did, you had come to him for help. He grabs your shoulders and presses his face close to yours, and gives you a comforting smile, “Come inside. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He would be your rock. He would be your shield. He would protect you. Always.

Dong Si Cheng

Winwin has mixed feelings as soon as he sees you at the door. He’s definitely shocked, but hides it well. The gun was directed towards Winwin, but your hands were shaking, trembling. You were a wreck, a blubbering mess. He places his hand upon yours, slowly lowering the gun. “Why don’t you put the gun down and tell me what happened?” His voice has a soothing and calming edge to it. He embraced you in a hug, rubbing your back, as he whispered in your ear, “It’s going to be okay.” And that’s almost enough to make you believe his words. Almost.

Xiao De Jun

Xiaojun cursed as soon as he saw you. “Woah…” He held his hands up in defense, eyeing you carefully. His eyes nervously glanced around the area, wondering if any of his neighbors might take notice. You remained silent, your shaky fingers still wrapped around the gun.  The scent of blood fills the air, which Xiaojun notices as quite fresh. Once his shock has worn over, he finally breaks the silence, “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to be here all day?”

Wong Kun Hang

Hendery is just at a loss for words. The first thing he says to you, trying to process everything going on in front of him is, “Oh. That looks… messy.” (no shit) Hendery stands there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. He looks into your eyes and stares back at his reflection. There’s nothing left he realizes. Whatever you did, whatever caused this mess… didn’t matter. You would never be the same. The person he once knew, was gone. Lost forever. And he could never get you back. 

Liu Yang Yang 

Yangyang hadn’t expected you to turn up at his doorstep, much less covered in blood. “I’m trying not to freak out… but is the blood yours?” You shook your head, and he stared at you, in awe for a second. He put his hands around your shoulders, and felt how much you were shaking. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, he brought you inside, wrapped a towel around your body, and quickly filled a bucket with water so he could wash you off. “Yangyang…” You called out to him, your voice still trembling, “Do you trust me?"

[morkswatermelonnnn]

"7 billion smiles, but yours is my favourite"

- Liu YangYang of NCT/WAYV

-a whole lotta fluff<3

- established relationship au, idol au, cuddling and neck kisses

- maybe alot of grammar mistakes.

- keep in mind, This is my First Fic ‼️ so please bare with me. Probably the worst thing you'll ever read here lolol

-This scene randomly popped into my head and couldn't help but right it down somewhere.

-if you would like to, please share some tips about how i could improve my writing!

"You're really warm" Yangyang mumbled between your neck, but not before giving a small peck there, giving you butterflies.

His arms looped around your waist, along with a blanket over the both of you, who were lying on the couch.

Yangyang had been busy recently because of his comeback, and you couldn't spend time with him as you used too. You could feel that he was guilty about it, but couldn't do anything because of his strict schedule.

But when he finally got a day off, he came over as fast as he could to spend time with you. You, who just got out of the shower and got dressed for bed, was surprised when you saw the boy who was waiting for you at the door.

Hugging you right at the second he realised the door was opened with you there, he realised how much he missed you and how much you were important to him.

He cutely started rambling on about his day while cuddling with you on the couch.

"And then Bella started peeing on the carpet, right after we came in the dorm. You should have seen how much xiaojun and kun freak out about it! It was soo funny" he started to laugh showing his precious gummy smile and you couldn't help but coo at it, making you stare at him.

At first he didn't notice you zoning out, but when he lifted his head to check if you're listening, he playfully glared at you "are you even listening?"

You shook you're head with a smile. "You have the prettiest smile, Yang" You couldn't help but say it.

Flustered at the sudden compliment, he put his head back to your neck, nuzzling into it "Says the person who has my heart beating like a person running a marathon while smiling" he mumbled.

"What?"

""Nothing! You didn't hear anything" he nuzzled more into your neck, getting embarrassed.

"Did you know?"

"know what?"

"There are seven billion smiles"

"and?" He grumpily replied, not getting what you were saying.

"And... Yours is my favourite"

"....."

"Sorry that was so cheezy"

He laughed again, finding what you said the cutest yet cheeziest thing ever.

[crdteezv]

Better Than Him? - Yangyang

Paring:  !mean dom! yangyang x f! reader

Genre: non-idol au, smut

Warnings: smut. !hard/mean dom! yangyang, DUB-CON, toxic (it’s mainly him tbh), cheating, dirty talk, kissing, rough sex, manhandling, masochism, slight dumbfication, spanking, riding/doggy, video recording, humiliation, choking, overstimulation, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.3k words

A/N: I am trying to be more consistent with my writing but lack motivation to write 😭. I want to start writing more so I hope you enjoy this one. ALSO, I DON'T CONDONE ANY OF THE ACTS DONE IN THIS FIC!!

"Throw it back for me, baby," Yangyang says behind you as he bullies his way into your aching cunt. He recently started recording your sexual escapades together and uses them for jerk-off material.

"Mhm, you make me feel so—"

All you hear is a loud smack from behind, which was his hand coming into contact with your ass.

"Fuck, tell me something I don’t already know."

You two have been going at it like this for a while now. There’s always been something between you since you were in the same class.

That was until you started dating his best friend, Hendery.

You knew from that moment on you had to both stop having feelings for each other.

But one night at a party, when Hendery left you alone with him for a moment, Yangyang started flirting with you, even though you were in a happy relationship.

It was as if he didn’t care.

One thing led to another, and you went upstairs to one of the rooms and slept together. You've been secretly doing it ever since.

You always tell yourself it will be the last time and you won't do it again. But here you are, in your boyfriend's best friend's bed, being fucked like a sex toy.

"Hello, sweetheart, did you hear what I said? Don’t pass out on me."

You were so deep in thought, that you didn’t register what he was saying.

You shook your head no in response.

"God, you can be so dumb sometimes. I said smile for the camera for me."

You didn’t even notice that he was recording in the first place. Usually, he tells you these things beforehand, but you never really like that he records you in the first place. 

What if Hendery somehow sees them and finds out?

"P-please don’t record this time—"

He pushes your neck down into the mattress and whispers into your ear.

"Oh, please don’t act like you don’t like being recorded, baby. I bet you think it’s so hot that I use these videos to get myself off every night. You’re just as much of a pervert as I am."

You felt yourself tightening around him at his degrading words.

"Whoa, you seem to like that a lot, huh, love? Hendery was right about you being such a slut."

Your eyes widen at his statement.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, as his best friend he tells me everything. Even when it comes to you guys having sex. He doesn’t go into crazy detail, but he always mentions how much of a slut you are."

Your eyes start to tear from all the stimulation you are receiving. From his degrading words to him hitting you in all the right places, you're not about to last very long.

"Mhm, you’re so cute, you can’t even say anything back. You know what would be funny?"

You were too lost in the moment to try and even question him right now. He pans the camera close to your face and says,

"If I show this to Hendery."

The look on your face was absolutely priceless. He had just instilled so much fear in you. It would break Hendery's heart if he found out about the two of you, especially like this.

"P-please… don’t, I—"

He leans back and lands another smack against your ass, harder than the last time.

"Aww, I don’t hear you. Beg harder for me."

This was all so humiliating. You hated how he was belittling you and your feelings. He knows that you feel guilty about cheating on Hendery. You even told yourself you were going to come clean and let Hendery know, but of course, Yangyang somehow convinced you not to.

"P-please don’t send it. I’ll do anything you tell me to, I—"

"Anything, princess?" he said with the biggest smirk on his face. You instantly regretted saying that. But you didn’t want Hendery to find out about the two of you. You nodded your head in agreement.

"Then I want you to ride me."

Your eyes widened at his request. You’re not used to being on top, and you struggle when it comes to being in that position. You tried it once with Hendery and didn’t even last 5 seconds.

How are you supposed to last longer with Yangyang?

"You know I can’t—"

"Do you want me to send this to him now or even call him—"

"FINE, I’LL DO IT."

He was taken aback by your sudden outburst. He had never heard you yell like that before.

He leans back against the headboard and gets in position for you. You lean back against him with your back facing him, but he doesn’t like that and flips you to face him.

"I want you to look at the camera as you get on top of me."

He was enjoying every second of this, practically getting off on your pain and embarrassment. You follow his orders, holding him at the base and slowly inserting yourself into him. He was on the girthier side, and you had to be careful with putting it in. Eventually, you’re inside him, and you slowly start jumping up and down. You rest your hands on his shoulders for support, moving at a slow pace.

But he didn’t like that.

He spanks your ass again, and you let out a whimper in response.

"Come on, baby, we don’t have all day. Don’t take your sweet time."

You oblige and start moving at a faster pace. Moans escape both of you. You don’t feel as much pain being on top of him. You throw your head back in pleasure, and he chokes you, bringing his gaze onto you.

"Don’t forget to keep your pretty eyes on the camera, love."

You were so into the moment that you forgot he was recording you. You start to feel closer to the edge, and your pace quickens rapidly. He senses it and grunts in response. He can’t take it anymore and throws his phone across the bed.

He wraps both his arms underneath you and starts pounding up into your cunt. You let out a loud scream in response, a sound you’ve never made before. He starts kissing and licking your neck, making your vision start to fog up a bit. He then whispers in your ear,

"Do I fuck you better than him?"

Your eyes widen at his question. You had forgotten about Hendery altogether.

"Umm, I—"

He smacks your ass for the final time and says in a husky tone,

"Answer the question, baby." He says as he gets closer, and so do you, both of you on the brink of climaxing.

"Fuck yes, you do, and I’m cu—"

Before you can finish your statement, he plants his lips onto yours, both of your tongues intertwining, and you both finish at the same time.

He places your head against his chest and caresses your bare back with his hands. You squirm and shiver at his touch.

"You did so good for me. I can’t wait to jerk off with this later."

Only he would say something so vulgar at a time like this. You get off his lap and lie on your side for a bit. He goes over to grab his phone from the opposite side of the bed and notices he never stopped recording. He has you on video saying he was better than your boyfriend which strokes his ego so much. Since your back was facing him, you couldn’t see the biggest smirk plastered on his face. He lets out a slight chuckle and shakes his head in disbelief.

Without turning to face him, you ask, "What’s wrong?"

He shuts off his phone and places it on your bedside table. He pulls up his pants and says,

"Ah, it’s nothing. Hey, do you still have that leftover ice cream from last time? We can eat some of it right now and finish that show we were watching?"

You turn to face him and smile in agreement.

One day, you hope that you can stop yourself from doing this with him…

[luv-beam]

devil horns and the hearts feel very accurate for yangyang >< very wholesome and sweet, this one, even if yangyang himself is the god of mischief akfnsjfbhd impish is the perfect way to describe him

boba tea | lyy

pairing: yangyang x gn! reader genre: fluff, high school! au, friends to lovers word count: 1.4k summary: you’re mad that yangyang managed to land you in detention with him and some friends. luckily, he’s more than willing to make it up to you.

You were never listening to Yangyang ever again. “It’ll be fun, Y/n!” he said with a glint in his eyes and an impish smile on his face. When you were unmoved, he continued, “I’ll buy you all the boba you want for the week.” He roped you into moving the principal’s car to the gymnasium as a senior prank with some of your other friends.

Bullshit. Complete utter bullshit. Because you wound up sitting in detention with Yangyang, Jaemin, Jeno, and Donghyuck. Renjun and Shotaro had the common sense to not go along with their friends’ hare-brained schemes.

Yangyang insistently whispered, “Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.”

It was hard to ignore, but you’ve had over a decade of practice. “Come on, Y/n,” he whined. “Don’t be mad at me! I said I was sorry already.”

Donghyuck and Jaemin snickered in the background, growing quiet when Mrs. Kim looks up from her crossword to glare at the five of you. You looked back down at the piece of liner paper you had on your desk. You weren’t allowed to do much in detention since you were meant to sit and reflect on your actions. You reflected, coming to the realization that you should never let Yangyang draw you in with his cute smile and the promise of as much boba as you can drink in a week.

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[wincore]

indelicate | liu yangyang

pairing: yangyang x fem!reader

synopsis: missing the last train out of new shanghai was not on the to-do list. however, your project partner liu yangyang promises fun, dazzling lights, and the warmth of a human connection for this festive weekend. perhaps even in the era of diamond and steel, the human touch means something after all.

genre: oriental cyberpunk, f2l, fluff

warning(s): swearing & several innuendos. also out-of-date jokes sorry guys i wrote this in 2021

words: 11.9k

a/n: this is just a rework of an old fic i posted here with another character! if you find any inconsistencies, it's probably because of that LOL also this is not a wincore revival but i did miss everyone on here !!

i. city plaza

Some idiot, somewhere along in history, decided to renovate a city into something so dazzling that the population shoots up to a hundred and fifty percent of what was before, and the rest of the damage comes along with the people. Promises are made and broken to build this city of extravagance. You have the belief that the more people there are in one place, the more difficult it gets to live there. This dazzling hellscape means colliding into too many people on the streets, too many bright lights outside your dorm room when you’re trying to sleep and the god awful sound of deafening firecrackers at every new year celebration.

Another idiot somehow roped you into his ‘midnight adventure: traditional version’ once he heard you missed the last train ticket out of the city. Liu Yangyang has a terrible way with words—but he has a way.

You were, by some unfortunate gamble of the gods, partners for a project that accounted for sixty percent of the grade. While that affair is over, you still haven't rid yourself of the predicament that is Yangyang. Gorgeous, yes, but too overwhelming. You smack your head against the car window only for him to jump in his seat beside you, hand gently driving over your forehead to check for damage. The neon city lays around you, and festive light projections float across the sky in intricate shapes of the ox and written messages. This is going nowhere. You came to this city sacrificing everything and yet suddenly, everything’s hanging on a string again.

The city lights of New Shanghai are cruel. Everything in this place is cruel.

Which is exactly why you’re in Yangyang’s car, parked by the middle level city plaza on New Year’s Eve. It is, in fact, illegal to hover by the city plaza on New Year’s Eve but Yangyang seems to either not care or simply doesn’t know. You forget the law doesn’t exist for rich kids. Out of all man-made wonders, rules are the most interesting. 

“Shall we go?” he asks, voice bubbly as ever. Every morning, he chirps like the alarm birds outside your window. Yes, it has made you want to sleep forever at times.

“It’s just one night. And I’ll be with you, so you don’t have to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” you snap. 

“Not afraid of the dark either?”

You pull your jacket closer to you. Here, the cold streets of the techno-jungle make you shiver more often than not. If you dare go out without friends, a city so grand will inevitably drain the life out of you. Your body alone cannot withstand the dazzle. And—you can’t be afraid of the dark after you’ve complained about the lights.

You look at Yangyang and back to the cityscape outside—large conglomerative blocks of buildings, some hosting advertisements with the faces of inhumanly beautiful models and some with the ‘Happy New Year!’ text animation floating about in increasingly complex patterns. You see the revolving top of one of the grandest skyscrapers, a Dior hotel, not the tallest but certainly the most pleasing to look at. It gleams from red to orange like the pulsating heart of a giant metropolitan beast. There are more funky buildings to look at, some not even the shape of austere corporate skyscrapers.

“Do you wanna go there?” Yangyang asks all of a sudden. “I heard the lounge is closed off from eleven. I can call some friends and we can book a room though—”

“No. No way. I’m not going to spend new year’s eve in a Dior suite.”

He grins. “Thank god. It’s so boring there. Only models and businessmen and whatever freak shit they do.”

You sigh. Liu Yangyang is a whole story in itself. He’s rich and popular—a dream of many—but so few are as welcoming as he is. When you’re in that position, you’re bound to have a little metal seep into your heart. Some hidden part of you, however, tells you to loosen up when you’re with him; just let it go and have a good time. There’s no reason why you shouldn't. The economy is on a steep incline, the people are happy and no other city compares to this place. You could learn a thing or two from Yangyang.

He looks at you questioningly, eyes waiting and the curve of his lips still. You notice his platinum blond hair is more styled than usual, you can almost smell the gel on it, and for a moment, you wish you looked as good as he does. A dark leather jacket accentuates his shoulders, the plain T-shirt underneath not of the flashy type. He looks like he’s ready for club-hopping and you, anything but. If you knew earlier that you’d be by the Strip around midnight on New Year’s, you'd have dressed better. 

“If you stay any longer in my car, people are going to assume we’re…y’know,” he states, quirking his eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal, though. Like, who thought fu—”

You were wrong. There is absolutely nothing to learn from Liu Yangyang. 

“I would get out of this car immediately and fall to my death before I let that happen,” you retort, crossing your arms.

“No, hey. What an inauspicious sentence. Besides, and I’m not bragging but you should know I’m really good at using my assets—”

“Don’t say a word.”

The heat of embarrassment flows into your cheeks at his implication. You look out the window, weighing out the pros and cons. The scenery is so bright that sometimes it hurts to look outside. It’s not midnight yet but the main streets are already getting crowded for the processions; the sound of laughter and conversation ring in the air. It makes you somewhat sad to not be home for this. But as they say, living in a big city can only be done if you sell your soul to it.

You’re directly above the level one city plaza, the people below looking unsettling in the way they’re so small and far away—they don’t even seem human at this distance. You wonder if you look like that to the people above this, to the level three elites who sit on top of the whole city..

You look back to your companion, who’s transfixed on the bakery across the road—either that, or just really, really zoned out. Knowing Yangyang, it could be either. When you tilt your head, waiting, you find that he has pretty features—a shaped nose and round, curious eyes, all in perfect alignment with plump, pink lips. His metallic ring earrings shine when the light hits them right. No wonder you get girls asking how close the two of you are often. Even in a world pushing manufactured love, boys like him make others daydream. You wonder why you’re the one he loves to drag in with him.

Yangyang flinches when he finds you staring at him. You clear your throat, looking away and hoping you can sweep this under the rug.

“Are you- are you by any chance mad at me?” he asks, a nervous smile awkwardly tugging at his lips.

“I- what? No. I’m not mad at you.”

“You look like my mother when I don’t clean my room. Or Ten's cats when I try to kiss them.”

A tiny laugh escapes you before you get back your poised demeanor. “I’m- I’m not mad at you.”

He smiles at you wordlessly and you feel a little conscious. You glance outside when the plaza music starts to get loud and look back at him, debating whether you should just give in.

“So… you’ll let me brighten your life now?” he asks in his regular baritone, grinning wider. “The semester’s over and it’s festival time! I bring good luck, I promise.”

Liu Yangyang is not a happy serendipity. He simply cannot be. However, he does make you laugh more often than you’d admit.

“Whatever. Go ahead. I just don’t want to be hungover on a Friday.”

“You don’t- you don’t have to drink to have a good time.” He laughs. “I would know. I’m sort of a lightweight. I don’t know why I told you that. I’m supposed to be cool.”

You giggle, taking a moment to think.

“Fine then. Show me your magical access key to our beloved Mobius Strip, the mightiest, grandest structure in all of New Shanghai.”

“Well, if you put it that way… I am pretty cool, huh?”

His smile is too harmless for you to roll your eyes. He’s too gentle, you realize all of sudden, to be as awful as all the uni frat boys you’ve had the misfortune of talking to. You watch him as he drives; his arm moves with ease and he tries to make conversation but you can only hum and respond in singular words. The closer you are to the Strip the more nervous you get. It’s like visiting all those dark places that your mother explicitly warned you not to visit as a teenager—but you’re an adult now. No one owns you. No one should be able to own you. The determination builds up slowly over neon lights and hazy street shops.

Nights here are the fun part. Everyone says that. Other than the fact that you can barely make out the colour of the sky under the vivid city lights, there’s something very enticing about the streets, the upper streets that wind around the city.

Yangyang drives the car to a level three street, the behemoth structure of the Strip now so close that all you can see beyond your window are its placid, white walls stretching out to infinity. You can see little gardens and shops, peeking out from between each strip and one of the shopkeepers wave at you the moment you pass. Yangyang says something along the lines of “thanks for the free noodles” to the woman, before gliding higher. 

“Grandma makes the best glass noodles here,” he says, excitedly. “I’ll take you sometime. If you like.”

You hum, noting the joy he expresses at the idea of something so simple. 

Level three streets are already thousand and a half feet above the ground. You try not to look down; heights aren’t something you’re very fond of even if you love the sky. You note construction work for street levels four and five, shivering at the idea. The winds of change are fucking cold.

Yangyang swerves the car off-road at one point and you clutch his arm by reflex.

“What the fuck? Don’t do that without warning me,” you say, breathing quicker. You do not do well with: sudden movement, jumpscares and boys with pretty smiles.

“Sorry,” he says, looking at you with concern. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You let go of his arm, more embarrassed at yourself than mad at him. Driving the car closer to the Strip, he brakes carefully by the parking lot. The walls are covered in red wallpaper, a few lanterns attached to drones, floating along the path inside. It looks like a rooftop parking lot, though the mysterious dim lighting makes you walk closer to Yangyang.

“I heard this is gonna be a really cool event—they’ve got the latest AI tech hosting and crap but let me tell you the best part.”

He pauses for dramatic effect. 

“The food!” He says, spreading his arms and grinning. “The food at private events is the best thing you’ll ever taste.”

You open your mouth but close it again in part horror, part confusion. “You’re… taking me to a private event?”

“Ah, don’t look like that. It’s really fun, promise.”

“I’m not even dressed for it,” you blurt, embarrassed.

Yangyang shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that. It’s for rich kids, you know? If I’m being honest, none of them know how to dress.”

His confident statement gets a giggle out of you and you relax a little. You walk with him, further into the square platform and away from the cars. The sky disappears behind the dark roof and for a moment, you feel like you’ve entered a different dimension. It’s like the architecture models that your professors had on display for the Shanghai History class in your freshman year. Old stuff, that is. Before this place even had the first skyscraper.

You turn to your side and narrow your eyes at Yangyang, suddenly wondering how he finagled his way into bringing you here. Your iron-clad will is not so much iron after all. It’s not even steel, you think, once you catch yourself staring at Yangyang a bit too long.

You step forward to find the entrance to the club; it’s a little lonely to look at in the beginning. Then it clicks that it’s probably the back door. The red pillars encase a black door between them, the overhang of the gateway just a little above Yangyang’s head. You can see the hip-and-gable style roof of the larger building behind, looking like a skyscraper instead of the usual historical buildings you’ve seen on the internet. In glowing red letters, it displays a blinking ‘Club 2’ near the top of the door.

The moment you step on the stairs, a bunch of advertisements pop up on the door, bright bubblegum colours hurting your eyes. Yangyang taps at the little x at the corner of the display till it disappears and finally the door is a regular door. The colour is jet black like any other screening platform. 

“I thought the rich were exempted from ads,” you say.

“They’re… more likely to buy things though.”

You make an ‘ah’ sound in contemplation when a whirring makes you jump into him. A little spherical drone flies its way out of an opening in the wall and stops right in front of the two of you. 

“Sicheng-ge!” Yangyang says, waving frantically at the camera.

The little drone circles around Yangyang’s head before stopping right in front of his face. It runs a scan before turning sharply and beeping at you. 

“My plus one!” Yangyang declares, pulling you by the waist. “Or whatever it’s called.”

Your ears feel warm but you don’t push him off. The camera focuses on your face, likely scanning to identify your age and occupation. When it’s done, a beep resounds and the door slides open to reveal a dimly lit pathway. The main entrance is much brighter, Yangyang promises, but for now it’s just the warm glow of the lanterns, Yangyang’s neon red striped jacket and the mechanical whirring of some sort of device in the darkness.

“What’s that sound?” you whisper and Yangyang stops. 

He pauses to think. “Oh, they’re Sicheng-ge’s drones. He’s got like a million of them. I'll introduce you—he’s hosting this club event, by the way.”

He smiles at you reassuringly. If Yangyang’s not bothered by it, you’ll follow his lead. Though, you do take more nimble steps and stay close to him like he’s your lighthouse. (In a way, he is, with all that neon shining on his jacket.)

You’re surprised to find a garden, but then it gets stranger when you see brighter lanterns in the middle area. You see figures and before you can react, Yangyang takes your hand and into the central platform.

ii. orchid club square

Yangyang was right. None of them know how to dress.

The two of you stand in the middle of a crowd, who are in fact dressed either for: a) an impromptu pool party or b) a Sunday morning lecture. You blend in somewhat well given the variety though Yangyang’s painted looks have attracted the attention of quite a few giggling, murmuring onlookers.

You clench your jaw in mild annoyance. 

“This is a tour,” Yangyang whispers to you. “I thought… you’d like to know what everything’s about.”

You feel grateful to him for once. Having some sort of knowledge about what you’re getting into makes you feel better about any situation. A set of mechanical clicking fills the air.

A woman—no, an AI bot is the first to greet you. She has pale white metallic skin and her dark strands of hair are in a traditional updo. Her lips are imperial red, shaped in a way that makes her seem as though she’s smiling but also not at the very same time. She holds an extravagant fan by her face at the perfect right angle, the patterns on it painted to imitate an ancient cherry blossom tree. 

“Good evening, everyone,” she says, her voice pitched up and enthusiastic. It’s a little funny to imagine metal so lively.

You smell oranges and lavender as soon as she flicks her fan once and precise. 

“Welcome to the New Shanghai nightlife!” The bot continues jovially. “The oldest surviving city on planet earth, the birthplace of the human race.”

“You are in virtual space,” she informs. “It might look like a courtyard stretching to infinity but it is only an illusion. However, the club is five hundred and sixty one metres wide and six hundred and twelve metres long. It is large enough to hold twenty-one blue whales in a line. That is, if they still existed of course.”

She giggles algorithmically.

“Where you stand right now,” she says, turning her head in a swift mechanical motion to you and you flinch. “This place is called the orchid club square. As you know, only VIP access lets you in.”

You glance at Yangyang worriedly and he shrugs. There’s no way she could know, right? That was oddly specific. But then she moves her head left to right to address the whole crowd in perfect grace. When her movement starts to get a little too eerie to watch any longer, you fix your eyes on the garden instead. You have no way of telling part real flowers from virtual ones and even so—all of them are beautiful. Maybe reality doesn’t make things any prettier.

However, when you look at Yangyang, the thought gets tossed out. You shake your head, in an attempt to get rid of the image of his face. It’s a little too late to be feeling this way. Either that, or the night is taking its toll on you already. The day was exhausting, considering it was the end of the semester.

The AI guide’s chatter fades into something quieter when you move the club square. It’s a rather empty space, fitting for a rave or just housing large crowds. The decorations are for the new year celebrations, banners of the ox in auspicious colours and a few drones projecting the rest. There’s a garden of evermore orchids lining the area in a perfect square and it’s so precise that it’s pleasing to look at. There’s a door at one edge, similar to the one you encountered before entering the club square.

The music that wafts through the air is so gentle, you almost forget there’s a celebration. The beat makes it livelier and even so, the rhythm of your heartbeat matches it in a soothing sort of way. Turning around, you spot the musical ensemble. It’s another AI, peering over a guqin with trained habit.

She looks the same, except she wears an electronic mask over the lower half of her face. It displays a blue musical note made up of noticeable pixels. She has no fan—instead, her fingers strum the guqin rhythmically, programmed with precision and grace. The sound is accompanied by the woodwind notes of a flute, though you’re not sure where that sound emanates from. There’s also a soft drumbeat which seems to come from the guqin bot herself.

You gasp when a few painted goldfish float through the air, almost real to look at if it weren’t for the glitch effect of holograms. One of them swims closer to you, opening and closing its mouth in rhythm and you giggle at its face.

Yangyang laughs, long finger pointing at the critter in amusement. “That’s adorable.”

He looks like a little kid and you giggle at his expression, with wide, delighted eyes and mouth open in focused mirth. He pokes at the goldfish and it makes a bubbling sound, gears shifting in ticking time before suddenly biting at his index finger. Yangyang lets out a low yelp, retracting his hand before clearing his throat in embarrassment.

“You’re like a cartoon,” you tell him, in between laughs. “No way are you real.”

He grins, in that same way he always looks at you and you look away, feeling hot in the face. It’s too enamored a way to look at someone. But of course, that couldn’t be true—he’s Liu Yangyang and you’re you. Parallel lines do not meet, even if they’re headed in the same direction.

“I think you’re unreal,” he mumbles.

iii. club 2

The doors open to a rather spacious arrangement, with several tables one one side and a sort of dance arena on the other where people are trying to out-dance each other. The intensity makes you move further away from it. It seems a little too festive and you can feel the energy slinking away from you. The music is more upbeat but you suppose the DJ tried to make it sound more eastern; the result is pleasing. He wears a smooth black helmet with a neon red beat visualizer on it, with written SFX appearing from time to time. Two pulsing golden horns glow at the sides of his head. You stare at it for longer than you’d like before composing yourself. You’re very impressionable when it comes to parties. 

There are two floors to the club, above the bottom floor itself. The other two floors mostly seem to consist of private booths, however, covered with gossamer silk that glow iridescent. A few floating lanterns sway by the upper floors. The ceiling is open to a midnight blue sky and the stars look much larger than you’ve ever seen them—you suspect it’s an AR mesh over the ceiling. A few light shows project little dancing dragons and coins over the sky and you find them too cute to not stare at.

“Wow,” Yangyang says, right after walking in. “Why is Dejun on the table?”

You look where his eyes are focused on, though it’s difficult through the crowd of people, and find Dejun and Kunhang in some sort of old anime transformation pose atop one of the tables. It’s surprising that they’re not the weirdest pair here. 

“Now, bear with me, it’s going to be boring as hell till the countdown and the fireworks,” he explains, waving his hands around. “But it’s a good place to have fun and make friends. You know?”

“Friends?” you ask, a little nervous. You’re not very proficient at making friends and it makes you anxious.

“Yeah! Don’t worry. ” He makes a strange gesture, bordering between posing for a beer ad campaign and looking like a motivational speaker for the army, before furrowing his eyebrows. “You just have to be confident! I’m learning too!”

He lets out a sweet laugh and it makes you laugh in turn, hand covering your mouth so you don’t embarrass yourself too much. You don’t believe the words much, but the glow over his cheeks makes you reconsider.

“You look really nice when you laugh,” he comments, a bright glint in his eyes.

“Whatever,” you reply, punching his shoulder lightly.

Just then, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder to find Lana from your ethical AI class, smiling at you warmly. She looks a little tired, of people more than the time. Like you, she is also a scholarship student—and not a day has gone when she hasn’t soothed your anxiety about your classes. In stark contrast with Yangyang, you would trust her over him for most tasks. Even if you weren’t partners, you’re okay with the outcome. You glance at Yangyang.

“(name)! Oh my god, I didn’t know you were coming here,” she says. “Did Yangyang kidnap you?” 

“I mean, sort of.”

“Hey.” Yangyang looks at you with betrayal.

“And how did you even manage to do that cool ass project with him as your partner?” she continues, squinting at him.

“Honestly, I don’t know either. He can be surprisingly helpful though.”

Yangyang looks from Lana to you in exasperation. “I’m literally right here,” he grumbles. 

Lana laughs at his expression, patting his shoulder sympathetically. 

“I just can’t believe you let him kidnap you and not me,” she says in mock indignance. “I’m a much better chauffeur, you know?”

“Do you even have a driving license?” Yangyang asks, laughing.

“I got mine before you, rat. Anyway, (name), I’m playing the guzheng. Do you wanna come see?”

“No,” Yangyang interrupts, suddenly grabbing your hand. “I… I mean you guys can go, of course. It's just the countdown’s close, so we have to go to the viewpoint.”

“That’s exactly where—ah. I see.”

"We'll join you another time, Lana," he says quietly, a cute grin on his face like a little boy would make to an older sister for more shares of chocolate. 

"No, no. I actually remembered I left my friends in the corner. See you!"

She leaves her epiphany unsaid, offering you a smile and taking her leave abruptly.

“I thought you told me to socialize,” you complain to Yangyang. 

“Yes, I’m so proud of you for that.”

“Yangyang, I swear if you treat me like a kid—”

“I’m not, I’m not. Sorry,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I just need to borrow you for tonight. After all, I promised you, didn’t I?”

You sigh. “Fine then, what’s this viewpoint you’re talking about?”

“Oh, we’ll get there.”

Someone’s watching you. You turn around a full three-sixty but find only the same crowd of college-age kids. No one sticks out much, apart from Dejun, Kunhang and Ten, who are at this point performing some sort of strange ritual unbeknownst to any new year tradition, with a hell load of yelling.

“Oh my god, you’re dancing too?” Yangyang says, grinning ear to ear. “I didn’t know I’d have that much of a positive influence. Wow.”

“I’m- I’m not- never mind.”

Yangyang furrows his eyebrows. “What did I tell you? More confidence! See—”

He takes your hands in his, pulling you further onto the dance floor. You feel a rising panic but swallow it. There’s a beat of silence in which the two of you look at each other. Yangyang proceeds to perform the stupidest sequence of movements you have ever seen, certainly too awkward for his body to accept as natural but it doesn’t seem like he cares. He’s having fun.

You find yourself laughing. Taking timid steps, you try to loosen up although the inevitable embarrassment arrives in flushes of heat across your face. There are stars in Yangyang’s eyes when you join him—not the artificial jewels in observatories but the real kind that you used to see in your hometown.

You take a wobbly step back. It’s starting to get disorienting. If it were the real sky above you, you might even have felt better. Perhaps the purpose is to get dizzy.

“I’m a little thirsty,” Yangyang says, motioning to the table with food and drinks at a corner. “I’ll head over and be back.”

Unsure what to do, you follow him like a lost lamb and though it would be embarrassing at any other time, any other place, now and here are not part of that.

The red and golden lights of the neon patterning the walls don’t seem as harsh anymore and you let your eyes rest on the boyish figure of Yangyang. You haven’t figured him out yet. Something tells you he’s more than a shallow image of the party-loving rich kids of Shanghai. In fact, in quiet, personal moments, he looks more out of place than you do—despite all that bright neon. You open your mouth to ask something when you’re interrupted by a dizzy Yangyang spinning into you. 

“Sorry, (name),” he says, rubbing the base of his palm against his forehead. “I genuinely thought I was going to win that game.”

You shake your head, letting him get back to whatever spinning game they were at. He smells like wine and something tells you he’s poor at holding his liquor. The stakes must be high for that game, you figure, because you see Yangyang set aside his beloved shoe on the floor. To be the only scholarship student here suddenly feels scary and awkward.

Yangyang once again tugs at your arm, the touch reassuring as though he understands how you feel. But it isn’t true. There’s no way someone like him can understand someone like you.

“Yangyang,” you call. “Do you come here every year?”

“No, no. I do come for drinks though. I’m only here right now because a friend is hosting this.”

You shrug.

“And you,” he adds and you feel a hot flush rise to your face. “New years are the only time this place is PG-13.”

“I’m not a child,” you snap.

“My mom says childish people say that.”

“Then it's very rich coming from you, Liu Yangyang.”

He laughs heartily, leaning away. A creeping thought grows in your head that you missed out on a lot. But then again, you’ll always miss out on things if you’re not rich enough for them.

Yangyang flinches suddenly, almost knocking a plate off the table. He moves quickly, turning so that his side leans against the wall and the other arm cages you between him and the wall. His frame covers your view from whatever, or whoever arrived at the entrance that made him react so obnoxiously.

However, his lips hovering just a little over yours makes your breath hitch in your throat. This is the worst possible position you could've gotten into. The smell of mint interrupts your thoughts and you look at him with as annoyed an expression as you can muster over the heat of your face.

"Yangyang, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

“I am… admiring the wall. Ooh, it’s got velvet over it, did you notice?”

 “You’re going to have your head in it too if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

"Just… sorry. Let’s stay like this for a few moments."

He flashes you an apologetic smile, his face close enough to make yours grow even hotter. A nervous chuckle erupts from his lips. 

"Oh my god, get off. People are going to think we’re making out."

"We could do it for real." 

"I'm going to scratch your eyes out."

"Sorry, sorry."

“Who are you even hiding from?”

“I’m not hiding… okay, forget that. Bodyguard-watcher-dude. It’s kind of hard to explain.”

“You have a bodyguard?”

“More like a babysitter.”

You try not to laugh, considering the proximity between your faces. “How come you have a babysitter? Actually, wait, I think I know.”

He huffs over your face and you restrain yourself from landing a swift uppercut to his jaw. Now you know the minty smell comes from mouth freshener.

“He’s a prosecutor. It’s weird that he stalks me in his free time. Even- even if… my parents are paying him.”

“They think you’re doing something illegal?”

“No. I don’t think I am.”

You rest your head back against the wall, rolling your eyes. “Really? That’s your answer? God, your brain cells rotted somewhere along the way, didn’t they? It’s all those parties.”

“I’m starting to feel like my mom hired you too.”

He looks back, and noting the absence of his so-called babysitter, he pulls back from you. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath and you let it out in a shallow effort.

“Your babysitter’s gone?”

“Not a babysit—I regret saying that. Look, I really don’t think they appointed him because they think I’m doing something illegal. I have never done anything illegal. Except that one street race but that’s because Lucas told me it was perfectly legal.”

“The what?”

“Anyway, the point is, let’s look forward to good fortune for this year, hm? Leave all the burdens to last year.”

“Fortune doesn’t favour fools.”

“I’m not stupid,” he complains, spreading his arms to express it further. “Mostly.”

 You laugh, turning your attention to  the food table.

“Ooh, pineapple tarts,” he exclaims, hand reaching out to grab one when you smack it.

“You’ve had, like, fifteen already.”

“Mhm,” he says, with a few more stuffed in his mouth.

There’s a pause.

“It’s me, isn't it?” you ask quietly. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

He gulps, lips parting and closing. “I brought you here. So you don’t worry about it.”

Rich people suck. You believe that strongly. But sometimes, just sometimes, when you have everything you can ever want, you start to want the same for everyone around you. Some people are special. You find Yangyang genuinely fascinating for being someone who makes friends when he’s supposed to be making more connections. You find him fascinating. 

It makes sense for someone like him to be the way he is.

iv. fireworks viewpoint

“That’s the old Shanghai Tower,” Yangyang points to a building in the distance. “It used to be the tallest building once but… well, it looks like the little guy now.”

Lunar New Year’s celebrations are a big, big deal in New Shanghai. It means a break from university, work and every other affair to have as many priorities sorted in anticipation of the new year. And the impact is evident from this height, when you can see the city in its golden glory. It looks warm out there for once—although you’re not very sure if it’s because of the warmth that comes from right beside you. The little wooden boats float by on the river a little far off, various images blooming as holograms above them. You giggle at the large animated fishes swimming above the river with blank expressions and painted button eyes. 

The golden clock shines bright in the sky, its holographic hands ticking down to midnight. It looks like something out of a fantasy movie, scattering golden pixels everywhere with each minute passing. The size of it alone reminds you of the scale of this city.

This is an empire. It's owned by the kings and queens who built it over the bones left from sacrifices. It's going to be owned by heirs and heiresses. You feel a looming sense of dread come over you. It's so beautiful and it can never belong to itself. It must always belong to someone. It’s the terms and conditions of human creation.

"Hey." Yangyang taps you on the shoulder and you try not to flinch. "What are you thinking?"

You hum. "Stuff."

"This place is pretty cool, huh?"

That, you can agree with. "It is. It's so amazing that I can't believe I'm here sometimes."

Yangyang laughs slowly. "I hope more people can live here. Not in level one. You know. No one should live in desperation."

You hold back a scoff, though you end up frowning. What does a rich kid know of desperation? He might as well be prince, and princes do not know how to beg. It must be something of a saviour complex. You shrink away from him. The new year music is starting to ring a little too loud in your ears.

"That would be difficult," you mutter.

"Not if you lower the cost of living conditions—ah. Sorry." He pauses and you feel a flicker of surprise in you. “It’s not appropriate to discuss. Or so my parents tell me…”

The expression comes from empathy. You’re sure of it. There’s some sort of passion and not the kind of coloured fire that flames up in parties, but a different one. The kind that says, if you can’t bear the heat then you can’t learn how to forge. You scoff. Which prince has possibly known heat?

“I- I get angry too,” you say quietly. “I think it’s something to be angry about.”

He smiles at you, leaning against the balcony railing. 

You’re interrupted by a man in the attire of a waiter and it causes the two of you to jump away from each other. It’s not like you were very close in the first place but the proximity of shared words can play tricks on people. The man offers the two of you a screen and Yangyang’s face lights up almost immediately.

“We can order food with this,” he says. “Or book a table. The top strips are all reserved for members of the club. That’s the big daddy restaurants.”

“That’s… pretty cool,” you say, leaning in to glance over the browsing menu. “But don’t say that phrase to me again.”

“I can. And I will.”

“Ugh. Move on.”

“Okay, so we should drop by the convenience store for some ramen. I heard they taste better in the middle of the night,” Yangyang suggests all of a sudden, leaning in further.

It gets difficult sometimes to not be bothered by him, especially when there is a lack of distance. You look at him, pause and then sigh. “Sure. I guess. Are those free too?”

He opens his mouth in sudden realization and grins sheepishly at you. You roll your eyes.

“Do you have money then?”

“Uh.”

“How do you not have money? It’s the New Year!”

“I… uh—”

“Okay, you don’t have to answer that. But I’m not paying for you,” you complain. “You could always ask your parents for some money. What’s the point of being a party kid?”

‘Party kids’—it makes you laugh in amusement—is the colloquial term given to the children of businesspeople who had a direct hand in the economic progress of New Shanghai. You would sell your kidneys to be one and it still wouldn’t be enough.

His smile wavers at your statement but he shakes his head. “If I call my mom, she’ll start scolding me again about how my apartment room needs to be cleaner. Blah, blah, blah. You know.”

“She’s right- wait, you don’t clean your room?”

“Don’t take her side, (name).” 

You bite down a smile and he offers you his biggest one. 

“Oh, that place looks new,” Yangyang exclaims, a long index finger pointing to the preview of a sushi restaurant. You glare at him, his face nearer to yours than you would prefer but his eyes are fixed like a child ogling halloween candy.

“Let’s go,” he urges, looking directly at you. 

You furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head vehemently. “We don’t have money. Or bit-credits.”

He sighs, deflating as though you just snatched the candy right from his hands. “But… I haven’t been there before.”

“So?” You exhale, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You don’t have to try every food place in the city.”

“I need to eat,” he says as though it’s a very reasonable response. “I’m still growing!”

“Not mentally.”

He drops his smile, looking at you blankly. “You don’t have to get so smart with me, let me tell you.”

You snicker at the ‘offended’ expression on his face.

In the next moment, your attention shifts to the sudden crowd of people rushing to the balcony. Yangyang pulls you closer to avoid getting pushed by them, and you look around confused. It all makes sense when they start chanting the numbers, counting down from ten. You can only stare in awe at the clock and the otherworldly glee in the rhythmic chants. It’s like they don’t feel anything but joy at this moment. You let yourself smile.

The clock strikes twelve. The sound of the bell resounds throughout the city and the firecrackers burst into a thousand shades of red and gold across the sky. There’s moving images of animals, floating text and other animations which make the night sky seem like a screen. The sparks of the fireworks look like golden snow, or even happy little pixels.

You point your finger to the sky excitedly but when you turn, Yangyang’s eyes aren’t on the sky but on your hand outstretched towards it. He faces you, rather hesitantly as though caught red-handed.

“You’re- you’re… so pretty,” he says, softly and shrugging as if answering a question.

You wish he wouldn’t look at you like that. It’s the lonely speaking, right? The euphoria of human connection in this time and age—it can make you believe anything. There’s a myriad of colours blooming in the sky behind you, a city dazzling with diamond and ruby lights, people with much more stories to tell than you do. This city, this city, this city. This city will break your heart. 

“It’s kind of crappy,” you mutter, to which Yangyang quirks an ear.

“Wh-what is?”

“This city. It’s got bright lights and fun and all those promises of success. But all I see are people desperately trying to survive. All I see are the same faces at the top and—I’m sorry. I’m getting carried away.”

“No, no.” He makes a vague gesture. “I’m listening.”

“We’re at their mercy,” you whisper. “My life is not my own. That’s crappy.”

Yangyang hums in response. “You're right. What’s the point of living a life that’s not your own?”

Looking at him again, you see the entire figure of his being against the fireworks and all the beautiful creations of the human race. His almost silver hair falls perfectly by his forehead, the contact lenses looking like glazed frost over his eyes. Just as vibrant and excessive as the city itself, Yangyang belongs here. This is his kingdom. 

No, that’s not quite right perhaps. Yangyang belongs anywhere because he brings warmth. You're suddenly grateful he's with you because no one you know would possibly go out of their way to make you feel comfortable like this. You know Yangyang loves people and crowds. No one would do that for you at the expense of their own enjoyment. You smile at the prospect of solving the blinding mystery that he is.

"We… should leave," Yangyang says, all of a sudden. He eyes a man at the corner of the balcony, dressed in a business suit and looking blank. He sticks out like a sore thumb. You're not sure why he's in that getup.

"Okay," you say, not sure why you're so agreeable tonight.

Maybe it's the night. Sometimes all you can do is drag your feet over the asphalt and hope it'll be sunnier tomorrow.

v. two-four-seven convenience store

College boys are the most god-awful creatures on earth.

“Hey, do you always reach class on time?” Yangyang asks, eyes curious. He keeps asking a question every five minutes or so, trying to keep up conversation. You've already told him he doesn't have to. However, it makes you strangely comfortable to hear the sound of his voice periodically. You won't tell him that.

You nod, returning your gaze to the window, though the advertisements block your view. You can always try skipping the ad every five goddamn seconds. 

It's your first time riding the train that travels through the Mobius Strip, and certainly the first time in a luxury cabin. Since it’s free for members of the new year club, you can heave a sigh of relief. You will never in your life, even if it’s genetically elongated, ever be able to afford a luxury cabin.

"Oh, that looks so good," Yangyang says, large hand smacking against the window to get rid of the colourful advertisements. 

"It's a convenience store, Yangyang," you say. "It's got everyday ramen."

"No, look. It's a different brand. And they're giving a burger for free with two ramen cups!"

You furrow your eyebrows at him. "Well, I guess it's cheaper too."

"Oh, we can go to one of the upper restaurants too. They're free, remember?"

"I like convenience stores," you mumble. There's something about the lack of even lighting and crowds that made them a comfort spot for you.

“Quick,” he says, pulling you off the seat when the train stops.

“Yangyang!” you warn. He's so easily excitable that you find it hard to believe he's real sometimes.

However, when he turns around with his big puppy-dog eyes, you curse at yourself before you curse at him. Sighing, you follow him down the steps, his hand tenderly holding yours. Sometimes, you wonder if the human touch means anything at all in this diamond and steel era. Yangyang’s palm is warm against yours.

The ramen tastes awfully delicious on stolen time, and you would complain more if it weren’t for Yangyang looking at you with so serene a look. It annoys you and you try to grab his attention by waving your chopsticks in front of him. When it doesn’t work, you resort to swearing. You’ve never seen anyone respond with a smiling hum after being told to “eat shit”.

“Oh, this tastes so good,” he states, cheeks puffed with food. “I think I’m going to cry.”

“I- I think you’re crying because it’s spicy.”

“Oh.”

As usual, Yangyang pokes and prods at you with questions about your daily life, like you’re the most interesting thing in a city full of blinding lights, world-class robots and cyber-enhanced technology. You don’t understand how he doesn’t just grow tired of asking every single detail about you.

Apart from the fact that Liu Yangyang is most certainly an environmental hazard, some part of you cannot believe that he's truly terrible. There's something innocent about him, but all at once, something quiet and mysterious. 

“Why are you always so curious, Yangyang?” you ask finally. “Why are you always running off to different places?”

“Because experiences never come twice,” he answers after some thinking. It seems to be a little difficult for him to articulate, deep contemplation over his features when he continues. “This city… all the lights and clubs and arenas, all of it will be gone someday. Like we don’t have telephones or those big computers anymore.”

You rest your chin on your palm, leaning in.

“This moment, right here with you… I’ll never experience it again,” he tells you. “We can have more midnight convenience store ramen sometime later but… each time will be different. I’d rather live now.”

You smile softly. “That’s a funny thought to live by.”

“Yours isn’t any better,” he says, patting your head. “Also, I’m like hot and young and popular and not a cyborg—how can I miss parties?”

You shake your head, laughing. He’s ridiculous. He’s completely ridiculous. In that moment, when you look at him, Yangyang seems to be smiling in a daze, eyes on your face.

“You look nice when you smile,” he says quietly.

"Thanks," you respond. "I should keep it a secret then, huh?"

"Not from me," he says, smiling. 

Somehow, the extra minutes you have at the convenience store turn to a few multiplayer games and then, ditching technology, to an arm wrestling match.

"I feel like this game is kind of unfair," you say after losing almost immediately. He's clearly got stronger muscles. Does he work out? Probably against his will, you bet.

“My right arm’s a lot stronger than my left arm,” he says, before looking a little horrified. “That wasn’t a masturbation joke, by the way. I am so sorry.”

You roll your eyes. "Give me your left hand then- wait. You're right-handed?"

"That's not the- uh." He thinks for a moment, trying to gather words. “That’s not the reason.”

“I, uh, I heavily damaged this arm when I was a kid—don’t look like that, there’s a fun part to this. It’s made of titanium! And some other things. The names are too complicated.”

You drive your fingers over the arm, so warm and real and flushed red, anything but metal and code. You find curiosity blooming in you more than ever before.

“You know why I’m not with family,” you say, straightening. “But why aren’t you celebrating with your family?” 

He gets quiet, thinking to himself for a few more moments. You almost regret asking when he answers, a hesitant sound leaving him first.

“None of us, uh… none of our parents can spare more than three hours. They’ll come in the afternoon tomorr—today.”

You can’t exactly respond to that very well.

“So all of us go hang out at the New Year’s Club.”

You frown. "But it's not a celebration without family!"

"We have new year lunches. And… it's the future. Traditions die. Very few grieve them for fear of being stuck in the past."

You feel partly horrified and partly dismal. "I… You could come with me next year, if you like."

You're not sure where the offer comes from but Yangyang lights up at the idea.

"I can? Oh, we'll have so much fun!"

"Slow down. There's a year to go."

Yangyang laughs. It's surprising the way he turned out. He must have gotten tired of waiting by the door. And now you know all the things about him that his parents don’t.

You smile at him, warming up to the idea of you and him as friends before scoffing at it again.

Right in the next moment, Yangyang dips suddenly to the ground, crouching below the table. You look around in surprise and fall to your knees with a yelp at the tug on our wrist from Yangyang.

“What the hell?” you hiss. “You’re starting to act really weird.”

“I- Sorry. It’s an emergency,” he says, but there’s no sign of distress in his voice. He simply smiles at you. Perhaps he’s never heard of the emotion as of yet.

“Your babysitter?”

“I say that once and on accident—yes, it’s my babysitter.”

You chuckle. He’s simply too cute at times. 

“We have to be discreet now, okay? It’s like—what’s the movie called? Oh, Mission Impossible.”

“I’ve never seen that.”

“What? How can you not? It’s a classic! It’s got so many cool—ah, I’ll show you another time.”

You hum, staring at Yangyang’s facial features tense up and relax again as he scans the vicinity outside the window of the convenience store. It’s full of people, even at this hour so you can’t possibly know who’s looking at you from there.

Yangyang turns back to you. “Have you ever been to blue moon station?”

“The one with the pretty walls? No. No, I’ve never even gone beyond Strip Two.”

Yangyang smiles at you and right then, you feel like you’re about to resent whatever’s going to happen next. It’s in the ebb and flow of tonight’s itinerary, however, and you relax your shoulders just as he does a roll across the floor, looking back at you with a grin for executing it flawlessly. 

“You’re so silly,” you mutter. 

“I heard that,” he whisper-shouts back.

You’re not as afraid as before, you realize. The lights are absolutely mesmerizing.

vi. blue moon station

It drops a few degrees in temperature once you step foot onto the platform. You can see a bunch of scattered tourists, cameras hanging around their neck and a look of awe over their faces. 

Yangyang takes off his jacket, shivering immediately but offering it to you nonetheless. When you refuse, he places it gingerly over your shoulders.

"Is that a…?"

"A tourist bot, yes."

"Oh my god, it's so cute," you say, crouching by the little red robot, a teal-colored smiley face popping up on its monitor.

"A lot of tourists in this station," you note.

"Yeah. It's very… visually pleasing."

That's true. The walls are screens with three dimensional graphics, immersive enough to catch one's eye. A single tree grows through the middle of the station, evergreen and alive with holographic flora and fauna. The sun shines eternally over the tree. It's so beautiful that you had trouble taking your eyes off it at first.

The walls next to you are currently displaying a walk through a fantasy forest, crafted by a visionary artist, no doubt. A blue butterfly flies past you and you stare at it before zoning out.

Sometimes, the lights are too disorienting. You start to feel dizzy, massaging your forehead when Yangyang brushes the tips of his fingers against your shoulder.

“You good?”

Yangyang crouches beside you with watchful eyes.

You nod, turning your attention to the tourist bot. It displays a plethora of information about the architecture of this place which you're sure no tourist will bother to read beyond the first two lines. 

“You can make it do cool tricks too,” Yangyang says. “Watch.”

Yangyang pokes at it with his index finger, drawing a pattern over the screen. The bot proceeds to do an old internet dance, waving about its arms and hips. You laugh at it and Yangyang looks at you with the pride of a third grader with first place on their science project.

The colours on the walls change and you see the animation of a man and a fox, furrowing your eyebrows as you try to recall that image. They seem to be broadcasting fables through the holograms. You can’t deny that they’re pretty—glowing with auspicious colours and as animated as the real world itself. As if by compulsion, you hold Yangyang’s hand. It’s nice to feel the human touch real once in a while, especially in the overwhelming loneliness of city nights.

Yangyang looks at you brightly and right then, you feel less inclined to leave him.

“You know, I could teach you better ways to flirt than just grab my hand,” he says, grinning like an idiot.

“What?” 

You move your hand. “I’m not flirting.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he responds quickly. “Can I please have your hand back?”

You shake your head, laughing. He worries you. Some part of you says you shouldn’t be worried. It’s not like you’re close friends. (Friends, maybe. Close, not yet.)

The night has a different opinion.

—

“Found you,” a voice declares, and the two of you jump into each other with a scream.

The man in the suit looks at you with a fatigued look in his eyes, hair somehow still neat though he breathes like his lungs are on fire. 

“Care to tell me why you’ve been skipping my calls?” he asks after catching his breath. “It’s not like I wanted to follow you—you just needed to tell me.”

“I… I was busy?” Yangyang flashes a smile. “Kun-ge, I honestly had no idea you called. I don’t even have my phone.”

The man shakes his head. “Fine. Just head over to Jasmine for the night. And you can bring your date too.”

He gestures at you and you want to deny it as quick as you can. You do not, however. It’s almost like you’ve warmed up to the idea of it rather well.

“Okay,” Yangyang answers quietly. 

vii. jasmine private lounge

You enter a lounge with the capacity of around a hundred people. Despite that, there are hardly five present. The walls are black with neon jasmines pulsating from blue to red. A grand piano lies still in all its elegance in the middle of the lounge, played by a plain white AI. It feels like an expensive place to be, and more so, it feels like someplace you’re not supposed to step foot into. There's a bar table at one side, opposite to the entrance which glows a hypnotizing purple. A flat lettering on the wall declares the time to be 3 A.M.

You and Yangyang sit a little too close on the artificially warmed couch, waiting for Kun to return. Yangyang reassures you that you haven't done anything wrong but the illicit outing of yours certainly says otherwise. You contemplate tasting the cocktail Yangyang ordered before finally giving in and find it pleasantly warm to taste. You take another sip.

“It’s a little strong,” Yangyang warns. “Don’t have all of—you had all of it.”

You shrug. Your throat certainly feels better now. This lounge is fucking cold.

"You know, Yangyang," you say with the warmth of confidence on your face. "You're a really nice guy."

He smiles incredulously. "Thanks. You're really nice too."

"And you're pretty decent-looking—"

"I know that."

"—and also popular. So why are you always hanging around me?"

"Uh, that's your question?"

You nod. Placing your cheek against your palm, you try not to sink into the couch.

"Because you're really cool!" He answers before clearing his throat. "I mean. I think you're fun to be around. You make me see things clearer."

"And what exactly are you wanting to see clearer?'

"You."

You blink aside your astoundment, straightening. "What?"

Your question is left unanswered because a man enters and sits across the two of you, a loud huff of annoyance leaving his mouth. It's not just his disposition but the architecture of his face that grabs your attention. He looks like an AI robot so perfectly crafted with coloured lips and flawless skin that you end up staring till Yangyang elbows you.

“He’s not an AI,” Yangyang whispers.

You furrow your brows and notice it is, in fact, true that he's not an AI. There are no ridges over the joints or hollowness in the eyes. He wears the same frost-patterned smart lenses as Yangyang does. However, it doesn't change the fact that the man is beautiful to look at.

“I’m never hosting a new year party again,” he mutters, sinking into the couch.

“It actually sounds kind of fun,” Yangyang interjects. “I can’t wait for my turn.”

“I’m sorry. Good luck standing at Longhua temple for three hours till midnight just to make sure nothing goes wrong. Without dinner.”

Yangyang makes a face at that.

"That's Sicheng-ge," he says, turning to you. 

"Ah," you say in response, remembering the name vaguely. 

"He let us into Club 2," Yangyang says, noticing your lost expression.

"I think Kun's looking for you," Sicheng says, eyes trained at the back. 

His hands fidget with the dim blue buttons at the edge of the table, till a small compartment reveals itself under the glass. An old world-style cigarette is slowly pushed up and Sicheng picks it up. He offers the next one to Yangyang, who accepts it hesitantly. No one smokes tobacco anymore when nicotine is so readily available. Alas, human nature is to want things deadly and out of reach.

“So how’s Cat?” Yangyang asks, fumbling with the plasma lighter he picked from a compartment on the side.

Sicheng smiles a little, the smoke from his cigarette snaking around him as he raises a hand to dissipate it.

“She’s doing fine. Running everything as usual.”

“Of course. Boss lady.” Yangyang does an awkward salute.

“Oh, a new hair color too. As pretty as flower fields in the spring of ‘22.”

Sicheng’s lovesick rambling is interrupted by Yangyang hacking his lungs out. You turn to him and he avoids your gaze, reaching for a crystal blue  glass of water one of the helper bots offer. So, he’s not even a smoker? Why did he think you would care? 

“Anyway, Kun is glaring daggers at me now. You better get out of here.” Sicheng grimaces.

You turn around to see Kun by the bar table, gesturing towards Yangyang to come. You're not sure why but either of those men make you nervous. 

"I'll be right back," Yangyang says, scrambling up and leaving you in a long awkward silence with Sicheng.

“So, uh, I’m assuming you’re oblivious to that lovestruck puppy following you around?” Sicheng asks, raising an eyebrow. “Or is this some game you guys are into? I’m not judging you for that.”

Your face heats up and you fidget with your collar. “The- A what? Game? Uh? I- huh?”

Sicheng tries to press down his smile but it’s evident enough for you to see. Did you say something funny? Did Yangyang say something funny about you? Oh, you’re going to kill him.

“For all that he talks, he’s kind of terrible at pulling together his own love life.” 

“I- I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

It still unnerves you to look at him. He certainly looks more android than human when he’s not making any particular expression.

“Don’t mind me,” he says, offering you a reassuring smile. “You should find Yangyang before he lands the two of you in trouble.”

You turn to look at Yangyang through the glass and turn back nodding. Sicheng offers you a parting smile and you hesitantly make your way to the bar table.

"This isn't in my job description," Kun tells Yangyang just before you arrive. "I didn't know being a lawyer included babysitting."

The tips of Yangyang's ears heat up when he notices you.

"It's not babysitting," he murmurs. “Also, you’re not my mom.”

"You, Ten, Kunhang, all of you give me such a hard time," he continues but pauses right when he notices you. 

"Oh, hello. (Name), isn't it?" He says, smiling politely. He's quite young and handsome for a lawyer. "Yangyang talks about you a lot."

"Oh," you respond. "Really?"

Yangyang glares at the older man. "You don't have to say everything, Kun-ge."

"You interested in law?" Kun asks, offering you a seat between him and Yangyang.

You make a face. The law is a tool for the rich and powerful. But then again, what isn’t? The world is in your hands when you have billions to spare. However, you still can’t imagine being a rich man's guard dog your whole life.

Kun chuckles. "You kids are interested in tech more, aren't you?"

Yangyang interrupts, "You talk like you're fifty years old."

Kun grimaces, resting his face against his hand. Shooting a glare at Yangyang, he finishes the rest of his wine.

You're not exactly interested in tech or engineering or the big kid jobs either. You just want a way to survive this man-made food chain. Rich eats the world till there’s nothing left on the plate. Then again, you'd rather be a pet than get eaten.

"Anyway," Kun turns to Yangyang. "If you see Ten, give me a call."

Yangyang signals with a thumbs up gesture, watching as Kun’s figure slowly makes its way out of the gate. It’s the two of you again and suddenly, you feel a strange sort of feeling overcome you. Leaning your throbbing forehead against Yangyang’s shoulder, you take some soft breaths and skip the part where you question your actions. It’s pleasant, at the very least. He shifts his chair closer, extending his arm around you so that your head rests against his shoulder more comfortably.

“You must be tired,” he mutters.

“You didn’t answer me,” you say. “Answer in a way I understood, at least.”

“Hm?”

“Why do you hang around me?”

“Do you not… want me to?”

“No. I like your company, actually. I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

Yangyang laughs. “You’re… you’re really perfect. As a person. At least to me, you seem that way.”

You scoff. “You’re a long way off there.”

“No. No, you felt like clockwork,” he continues. “When I first met you. I couldn’t believe you were real.”

You do work like a delirious robot on clockwork steroids. But you’re not very proud of it. You don’t think overworking is a good personality trait to have—even if it’s for survival. However, the faraway look in Yangyang’s eyes suggests that’s not what he means.

“I felt like I understood you,” he continues after a short pause.

You find it unbelievable. That’s the one sentence you could never imagine coming from him to you, much less agree with. But right then, as his warmth seeps into you, you want to agree desperately.

Yangyang feels an unexpected trickle of doubt down his throat. No matter how many times he’s practised in front of the mirror, the words don’t come out right when you’re with him. With everything you do, he feels more drawn in. There’s something familiar and something honest. And if he’s honest himself, he just likes you. What sort of a hypocrite should he be categorized as, to tell his friends to ‘just confess’ to their crushes when he’s a complete idiot when it comes to you? It can’t be that little voice from his childhood that tells him to stay in order.

Yangyang understands that there are rules to this world but he doesn’t get what those have got to do with him. He sighs, the sound somewhat grim when it comes from him.

"I've seen it before," he says, "People come from all over the country with hopes and dreams, and they get their hearts broken by capitalism."

You frown.

"I don't want you to go anywhere," he mumbles. "I hope you'll stay… even if- even if you feel like that, you know? If you're feeling lonely, I could—"

"Yangyang." You smile. "I’m quite comfortable here."

When you bury your nose into the crook of his neck, Yangyang thinks this is it. This is how he ends the sorry excuse of flirting he’s been trying with you and says something he regrets. It was never this difficult with the other crushes he’s had. He’s always left opening his mouth and then promptly closing it like a goldfish out of water every single time he wants to bring up dating with you. He’s always honest. So, what’s the big deal this time? This is so horrendously not cool of him.

You straighten. “We should get back home.”

“Can you- Can you not move so far from me, please?” Yangyang murmurs, hands gripping yours.

You smile, to yourself more to him but that’s one he likes the most.

“You’re a really interesting person, Yangyang.”

“I am?” He clears his throat and repeats the question. 

“How are you so nice to people?”

“I think people are nice.”

“Why do you like parties?”

“They’re fun.”

“When the party’s over, who do you go to?” you ask, words mushing into each other.

“Home,” he answers, gulping down what seems like more words. “Like always.”

A hush falls between the two of you. You’re asking quite the questions.

“I’m sweaty,” you mutter. “I hate being sweaty.”

“You look wonderful though,” Yangyang mumbles, more to himself than to you. “Not that being sweaty makes you wonderful. You’re just nice.”

There’s another hush, the notes of the piano playing a faraway, romantic tune. He turns away and looks back at you again, but right in that moment, you lean forward to press your lips against his. It’s so sudden that he almost falls over backwards, his feet planted firmly on the ground the only thing preventing that from happening. The next thing he thinks is that your lips are on fire and it’s the most comfortable feeling he’s ever experienced. 

The two of you fit into each other like clockwork, Yangyang thinks. It’s the one thing in his life that feels whole. Not that he isn’t whole by himself—he just loves your warmth. For a moment he feels like he’s on cloud nine and the next, his heart plummets when he feels you go limp in his arms. 

It breaks his heart a little but he doesn’t—can’t bring himself to say much. He’s not this bad when he’s drunk, is he? Pulling you up by the waist, he texts Kunhang to bring his car down to the lounge.

This is going to be a long night.

viii. home 

You wake up to the sun in your eyes and immediately know you're someplace you shouldn't be. This isn't your bed. The sun doesn't reach your bed in the morning. This isn’t the dormitory. You see a cubical alarm clock, a pixelated smiley face on it as it displays 10 A.M.

You get up and immediately shriek. You’re not wearing any clothes. Pulling the blanket up to your chin, you look around the room. It’s huge; the walls are multicolored with a little section opposite the bed reserved for photographs. There’s a lot of junk all over the floor that you don’t pay mind to when you notice Yangyang.

“Yangyang?!”

He rouses blinking slowly, hair going every which way and his eyes still unfocused. He looks like he’s had a difficult night.

“Why are you on the floor?” you ask, shrinking further into the ridiculously soft bed when he gets up. Massaging the back of his neck, he looks like he's looking at a mirage instead of a real live person. Unfortunately, he’s not wearing a shirt and you look away after a prolonged minute of staring. This is getting ridiculous. What are you doing here?

“Yangyang!”

“Huh? Oh!”

He seems to be finally awake. You should pop the question before it eats you alive.

"Did- Did we…?"

Yangyang blinks at you in confusion before a loud "oh" erupts from his mouth.

"No!" He says in between laughter. "No, we didn't. Oh my god, you’re so funny. You took off your clothes saying it's too hot and smacked me with them. I didn’t look, by the way.”

Your jaw drops. You can’t even form words through the pulsing headache.

“Your clothes are on the chair. And I didn’t touch your underwear. Out of respect."

You avoid eye contact in embarrassment. 

“And… well, you did kiss me once. Twice.”

You look up alarmed and he raises his arms in defense. 

“You- you were drunk so I had to push you off. You cried a little after that. Sorry.”

“Oh god.” You cover your face with your hands, sitting down on the bed. That has to be the most embarrassing thing you could have done.

“You- Don’t worry about that. You’re a good kisser. I was kind of surprised,” he offers in an attempt to make you feel better but you only grow hotter in the face.

“And- And I liked it,” he adds in a panic. “Wait, I don’t mean it in a creepy way.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t anyone else.”

“What?”

“You. It’s okay if it’s you.”

You give him a weak smile, still not over the embarrassment.

Yangyang laughs. “I… I think I should’ve said this before but… can I take you out on a date?”

“What were we doing last night then?”

“Well, that was- ah. You’re teasing me. Motherfucker.”

You giggle into your palm. When he takes a seat on the bed, you make a distressed sound and he jumps up immediately.

“My clothes,” you hiss. “Get out of the room so I can wear them.”

“Right,” he says, pointing an index finger at you.

He turns around right then. "By the way…"

You shriek, pulling the cover up all the way to your nose.

"Sorry," he says, averting his eyes immediately. "If- if that was a date, did you like it? Do you wanna go on another one?"

You can see him practically sweat bullets and you laugh at the innocuous questions. He’s too cute. You can’t believe you made yourself shake off the thought every time it crossed you. However indelicate his touch is, you welcome it nonetheless.

"Yes. Yes, I'll go on a date with you. You annoying, stupid, bratty idiot." 

“Okay, that was mean.”

Watching his figure leave through the door, you relax your shoulders. In the end, people will always be people. No matter what shiny new toy you give them to play with, people will always search for happiness, and they will laugh and cry and fall in love with people and places and things over and over again. It's lovely to be human in an era of diamond and steel.

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Easy A

A new series i’m working on in which you accidentally stand up a boy after your exam took you an hour longer to finish. Instead of letting you explain his ego gets severely stained and he tells his friends he fucked you in the back of his car. Bragging to his friends on how he slept with the hottest girl on campus.

Only he didn’t. You were completely untouchable but his idiot friends believed him making him practically royalty at your university.

After finding out the news you create a mission for yourself. You were not only going to fuck his best friend, you were going to fuck his entire friend group for lying.

An idea you formed all on your own.

This Content is for mature readers only.

NO MINORS!!!!

Content +18

This will be a 10 part series.

This fic will be featuring…

Part 0: The Liar- Si Cheng

The Dork-Park Jisung

Posted- 09/14/2023

The Skater- Liu YangYang

Here: 09/22/2023

The Gamer- Lee Haechan

Here: 10/02/2023

The Supplier- Na Jaemin

Here: 10/19/2023

The Jock- Lee Jeno

Here: 11/04/2023

The Geek- Mark Lee

Here: 11/23/2023

The Nerd- Kim Doyoung

Here: 12/08/2023

The Dropout- Nakamoto Yuta

Here: 12/24/2023

The Leaders of the Frat- Johnny Suh & Jung Jaehyun

The Frat Boy pt1: Starring Jung Jaehyun

Here: 01/21/2024

The Frat Boy pt2: Starring Johnny Suh & Park Jisung.

Here: 02/25/2024

All of this could have been avoided if WinWin just didn’t lie.

Easy A Completed.

I do not own the rights to the title Easy A. I am only using the term to define what the main character will become. This is a work of fiction and therefore should not be taken as fact. I do not know the NCT members and simply do not know who they are off-camera. This is not true for them but for entertainment purposes only.

See You Soon ;)

Tags: @90s-belladonna

Update: Taeyong has been removed from the series. He just doesn't really fit in and due to his role he in the series it just doesn't make sense for him and Y/n to cross paths. I will however give them their own scene together just not an entire part.

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