#nex7 scenarios

[mingi-bubu]

Just a little, not a lot. Okay, maybe a lot.

Fan Chengcheng x YN inspired by this super cute prompt

Non-idol au, Zhengting and Zeren as YN's best friends, kissing scene at the end no higher than a PG-13 rating but we do be smooching tho 👀

Read the text messages here <3

You've known Chengcheng for a fair bit of time, you would argue. You were with him when he choked watching Zhengting try to eat pizza without taking off his facemask on New Year's and you were with him when he declared that red was not just a color that he looked good in as clothing but also as hair colors. And like any good friend would when he asked you if he looked good, you responded that "It looks like someone took a red sharpie and ran it all over your head" and ignored how your heart decided to skip a beat or several instead.

That's when you realized that maybe you like Chengcheng just a little bit more than as a friend.

As time went on, you found yourself wanting to be in his presence more, to stay in the hug he greets you with just a little longer, to have the flirty back and forth teasing that's been a hallmark of your friendship to mean something. You kept hoping your feelings would fade; you didn't want to ever do anything to risk your friendship with him. But as the months passed and your feelings did the opposite of fade, you resigned yourself to your fate.

You were lucky to have Zeren and Zhengting to talk to. To confide in. Sometimes you wish you would've fallen for one of them instead. It would be less complicated...

You let out a sigh, the straw of your bubble tea pressing slightly into your lower lip. Watching the busy street in front of you, you notice how your eyes keep straying to hands clasped and arms interwoven. Your hand tightens into a fist for a brief moment, yearning for what they have. Taking another sip you indulge in fantasy while you watch a couple around your age, imagining you and Chengcheng instead. Would he do that? Grab my hand, lock our fingers, and put our hands in his hoodie pocket? Would I respond in turn? Leaning into him, slightly hiding my head in his shoulder?

It was similar enough to you, the couple's actions. Chengcheng would often grab your hand and play with your fingers when you sat next to him if he wasn't gaming. Everytime he does that, you know your eyes gave away how you felt. Well, maybe not to Chengcheng, but you know that Zhengting and Zeren knew from the looks they would give you. Speak of the devil... You thought as Z² sat down next to you, breaking you from your daydreams.

"Hello boys," you greet with a teasing salute, spinning in your stool to face them properly. Despite the weather and your thoughts being cloudy, somehow Zhengting and Zeren manage to bring sunshine with them wherever they go.

"Hi YN," Zhengting chirps, slipping out of his jacket, folding it carefully and setting it on the bar top counter on front of him. He figits with his hair for a few moments, his newly curled hair floofing with the help of his hands.

"Hey YN," Zeren greets pushing his ballcap up so that his eyes were more visible. "What's going on?"

You wave him off, "Go and get your drinks first! I'm not in any rush."

The boys trade glances but with a shrug, Zhengting stands up, pausing to press a friendly kiss to the side of your hair. When you turn to confront Zhengting about this new act of affection, Zeren pulls your drink towards him and takes a sip.

He makes a face and hands it back to you. "Not sweet enough."

You just stare at him in shock. "I cannot believe you just did that."

He just smiles back, mischief in his eyes but otherwise looking unfazed. "Hmm? I don't know what you're talking about."

"I invite you to our favorite bubble tea shop, I check the weather for you so you both remember jackets, I save you seats, and this is how I'm repaid?"

"UGH, fine I'll get you another one. God," Zeren complains. He ruffles your hair though as he passes you, letting you know there are no hard feelings.

You turn the other way, calling to their backs, "Thank you Zer Bear! You're the best!"

Zeren sinks into his hoodie, embarrassment radiating from him, as Zhengting laughs. You watch them affectionately, happy to have the sibling-like relationship you do with them. It was often Chaotic and full of energy, but you knew you could count on them to listen to you seriously about the important things. Which is why you had asked them to meet you. You have Important Things.

You idly sipped on the rest of your bubble tea, not really caring that Zeren had drunk out of it. You were getting a new one soon anyways. Besides, the exasperated look he gives you when he and Zhengting come back with the drinks makes it worth it.

"If you were going to finish it anyways, why make me get another one," he grumbles, setting the drink down in front of you regardless.

Zhengting's voice cut in to prevent any more argument. "Why did you ask us to meet you here, YN?"

Zeren nods from behind him, mid-sip, making him look like a squirrel. You take a sip of your tea, chewing on the boba carefully as you try to plan what you want to say. You were confident when you originally sent the invitation to a bubble tea meet up but now that you're actually faced with saying things...

Swallowing, you decide that the best way to tell them is just being upfront about it. "I'm going to tell Chengcheng how I feel about him."

Zeren choked on a few boba bubbles and Zhengting looked cautiously excited.

"Are you sure? This isn't the first time we've been down this road," Zhengting says, patting Zeren on the back as he regains his breath.

"Look at them," Zeren says hoarsely, "there's something different about them this time."

And he's right. You felt more assured about the whole thing. Yes, you were still very much worried about how everything would turn out and if you're going to completely fuck over your relationship with Chengcheng, but as you thought back to the couple you saw earlier, you feel like you won't. You feel like it'll work out.

Zhengting looked at you, taking in your aura of confidence. After a few moments of silence, he breaks into a smile. "I'm proud of you, YN. It's nice to see you like this."

"Ugh you're so sappy," you deflect, putting your hand up to block him from view. "I pretend I do not see it."

You giggle as Zhengting complains to Zeren about your behavior but as you settle into the rest of your guys' afternoon, you silently thank them for their support. They've been cheering for you since, well not day one because they had thought something was already going on with you and Chengcheng, but definitely like since day seven or eight.

After you bid Z² goodbye, you begin to walk towards the metro station that would take you to Chengcheng's apartment. Tonight was the night.

Tonight was not the night, you thought as you walked down the hallway to Chengcheng's apartment. You had felt so confident only thirty minutes before. Now here you were, nerves rushing through you as you knocked on his door. You had texted him to check that it was alright to come over and as always he replied that you were always welcome. You waited and heard a faint "One second!" from inside his apartment.

The door swung open and you were pulled into a hug. Not unusual, but a second later you realized that he was not wearing a shirt and that his skin was a bit damp. Letting out a squeak of surprise before you could stop it, you pull back, forcibly keeping your eyes looking at his face. His hair, back to its natural black thank God, was not quite soaking wet but there were stray drops forming here and there.

Chengcheng swipes a hand through the wet locks, pushing them away from his face, and wipes the water on his sweats. "YN! It's been a while, huh?"

He turns to the side, gesturing for you to go in as you reply, "If a week counts as 'a while', then yes, Chengs, it has been a while." He sticks his tongue out at you, shutting the door and waiting while you trade your shoes for slippers.

He grabs your hand and leads you to the living room. "I'll be right back, let me grab a shirt or something."

"Yeah, you do that," you reply faintly, blatently checking out his broad shoulders and back while he can't see you. You bite your lip as he disappears around the corner and shake your head, bringing yourself back to the present. Going to your normal spot on his couch, you sit cross-legged, pulling your phone out to see messages from Zhengting and Zeren.

Z² & The Favorite 🥰

💞🐻 Zer Bear 🐻💞: good luck or whatever

Bzzzzt Like a Bee 🐝🌸💮: 🙄🙄🙄

Bzzzzt Like a Bee 🐝🌸💮: It's going to be fine, YN. You're gonna do great! 加油！！！

You smile, liking Zhengting's message. You quickly type out a response to them, letting them know you'll keep them updated. You shut your phone off just as Chengcheng all but falls into the seat next to you. He had chosen a black zipup hoodie with white detailing. It was half zipped and you follow the zipper up with your eyes, looking away when you catch a glimpse of his smirk.

You play with your hands as you try to pull together the courage you had when you left the bubble tea shop. Chengcheng's hand covers yours, the other lifting your chin so you look him in the eye.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, the cocky smirk from moments ago gone. His worried expression makes your heart melt.

It's fine, this is Chengcheng. He wouldn't stop being friends with you over something like this. You take a deep breath and say, "I have something to tell you."

"Oh?" His tone is light, "Are you about to profess your undying love for me?" He smiles as he says this, a clear attempt at breaking the tense atmosphere that's settled around the two of you.

"Uh, yes, actually. I am. How did you know?" You couldn't tell who was more confused in that moment. You, who was shocked at him correctly guessing what you wanted to say, or Chengcheng, who just heard a serious answer to his not so serious question.

"... What?" He asks. "Come again?"

You smile at his choked voice, endeared to him even more at this. "I came over tonight to tell you I like you. Just a little bit, though, not a lot." You hold up you hand in a 'stop' motion. "I wouldn't want your ego to get too big."

"You like me?"

"Yes."

"As more than a friend?"

"Also yes."

"And you're serious about this?"

"Yes I am, Chengcheng."

"So I can kiss you now?"

"Yes, wait wh-" You were cut off by his lips covering yours.

His hands come up to cup your face, pulling you closer to him. He pulls away for a second, forehead pressing against yours, and says, "It's okay that I'm doing this right? I don't want to ever make you feel like you have to do something you don't want to."

You stare at his lips as he speaks, already turning a wonderful shade of red-pink that you want to feel against your lips again. "Yes, yes, you're fine just," you put your hands on his shoulders for support as you get onto your knees. "Can I...?" You trail off, making a vague shoulder-head combination move to get your thoughts across. Not that you had many thoughts right now.

Chengcheng's eyes widened as he caught what you were implying. "Oh god, baby," he said breathlessly, pulling you into his lap with ease. Your eyes match his as your heart skips several beats at the pet name.

You threaded your fingers into his now-damp hair and looked down at him. "Before this goes any farther, I just wanted to check. You, you like me too right?"

His expression softens, one hand leaving your waist to twine with the hand in his hair. He pulls your hand away, repositioning your hands so that your palms touch. You feel a shiver of electricity run down your spine at the intimately familiar gesture, finally meaning something this time. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand before he says, "Yes, YN, I like you a lot." A smile curves on his lips as he says next, in a teasing manner, "Though, I don't know if I can be with someone who only likes me just a little, not a lot."

You roll your eyes, freeing both of your hands and squishing his cheeks together. Amusement is painted across his face and you know yours was the same. "Fine," you huff, "okay, maybe a lot. Maybe I like you a lot."

You release him from being squished, putting your hands back on his shoulder, and he says, "Good. That's what I wanted to hear." And with that, he pulls you in for another kiss, this one more passionate than before. You let out a gasp when he pulls on your hips, making it so that your sitting on his lap and not hovering over him. As your tongues meet in the oldest dance in existence, you let your hands wander down his chest, opening the zipup even more.

You both let out groans as your hands press on his abs, lightly raking your nails across his stomach. His mouth travels along your jaw, leaving kisses and a trail of fire in his wake. He pulls you closer to him, kissing down your neck to where you were most sensitive and he bites down lightly, loving the panting noises coming from you. You bring your hands up from his chest to his hair, tugging slightly. You shudder as he lets out a growl, feeling the vibrations against your neck. You pull again, this time cupping one side of his face so that you can bring him back to your lips.

"Chengcheng," you breathe as he captures your lips again. And again. And again.

"Yes, baby," he says, nipping at your bottom lip and pulling back slightly, just enough to admire his handiwork.

"Stop for a second, yeah?" You say, rubbing your thumbs across his cheekbones. He obliges, pulling back further, leaning into the couch more. He brings his hands away from your waist and holds on loosely to your wrists.

You two are quiet for a minute as you catch your breaths. "Is everything alright?" He asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face. You grab his hand, and in the same fashion as he had earlier, you press a kiss to the back of it.

"Yes, I'm alright. I just," you pause, thinking about what you want to say. "I just wanted to catch my breath. It's kind of hard to believe this, you know?"

"Yeah," Chengcheng easily agrees, rubbing the back of your wrist with his thumb. "You want to watch something instead?"

You nod, grateful that he isn't pushing the issue like some exes had in the past. Your friends had similar stories of having to deal with assholes like that so you deeply appreciate how chill he is being. You clamber off of him as he gets up to grab the remote.

Tossing it to you he asks, "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Mm, water please!" He nods and you run your hands through your hair, trying to tame whatever mess he, well, the both of you made. Satisfied with it, you flip on the TV and put on some random dance show. You laugh lightly when you realize Yixing and Jackson are on a show together again, wondering if it'll be as chatoic as it was for Idol Producer.

Chengcheng comes back in holding two glasses of water. Setting them both on the small side table at the end of the couch, he flops into the corner and, after situating himself, opens his arms, gesturing for you to lay with him. He pulls one side of his hoodie up and wiggles his eyebrows comically. Laughing, you go over to him, laying down next to him as he smiles. Pulling you close, he wraps the one side of his hoodie over you as far as it'll go and tangles your legs together.

A quiet peace falls over the two of you, the dance show playing softly in the background. Chengcheng presses a kiss to the back of your head, squeezing you as he does. "I'm glad you like me a lot, YN," he murmurs into your hair.

You sigh happily, settling more into his embrace. "'m glad too, Chengs."

You two fall asleep like that, waking up briefly to turn off the TV and crawl into his bed. You swear, up and down, that you haven't slept as well as you did when you were in his arms. Yeah, okay, maybe you do like him a lot.

[vermemesol]

Fan Cheng Cheng & Actress!Reader

Pairing : Fan Cheng Cheng x Actress!Reader

Genre : Fluff

so you’re an actress and you’re also very good friends with Fan Bing Bing

you’ve worked together a lot so automatically you become good friends

one of the days, after work, she invites you to go visit her brother

who is also working on a drama :D

you’ve heard a lot about her brother 

not just from her because you’ve also watched idol producer

you’re also a fan of both Nine Percent and NEXT

Bing Bing knew that you were a fan, that’s why she decided to ask if you were interested in going with her

when both of you arrive at the set, Cheng Cheng sees you two and immediately runs towards you two

“Cheng, this is Y/N, my co-actress.” she introduces you to her brother

oh shit, the moment he saw you it was as if he saw an angel sent from above

you shake hands

kind of awkward first meeting situation

then he’s called back to set to continue where they left off

you two stand around to watch for a bit before going to Cheng Chengs dressing room to wait for him instead

the initial plan was to wait for Cheng Cheng together until he finished filming

BUT Bing Bing was called back to set because something happened

and she told you to continue waiting here because she didn’t want Cheng Cheng to come back and see that no one is waiting for him

you tried??? to insist on going back with her??? but she insisted??? you stay???

so you do wait 

it’s really awkward tho??? you’re in the dressing room of someone that you don’t know well??? someone you’re a fan of???

it’s like a fan sneaking into their favourite idols dressing room

that does not seem like a very good first impression

soon enough you hear the door click open and you look up to see, of course, Cheng Cheng

“Uh... Where’s my sister?” 

you explain to him what happened

and he’s like “Oh... Okay...” 

G r e a t

the awkwardness increases

“Sooo, do you want to go get coffee or something?” you ask 

he looks at you like ‘Are you asking me out or ???’

“I mean, I don’t think your sister is gonna come back anytime soon and just staying here is... boring.” you add

‘Oh, so not a date.’ he thinks to himself 

HAH, LOOK AT HOW MUCH HE WANTS YOU, A DATE HE THOUGHT

a n y w a y s

you two head to a cafe nearby

grab a cup of coffee

a slice of cake maybe

and once again the awkwardness begins because you’re both just sipping on coffee and looking at your phones

geez, how can people who work in the same entertainment path be so socially awkward???

he looks around and sees that on your phone was a Nine Percent pop grip

he chuckles very slightly but you heard it and looked at him 

and he looks away as if nothing happened

okay then, you continue to look at your phone

and he continues to stare at you

you can literally feel him staring at you??? like boy, stop it, it’s kind of weird

“You like Nine Percent?” he finally decides to ask you

you look up at him 

“How’d you know?” you ask and he points to the back of your phone and you check to see what it was

“Oh... well that’s embarrassing.” you laugh awkwardly

he was actually really happy that you knew him not just because of his sister

he also wanted to know if he was your bias :D

“Who’s your favourite tho?” he asks out of curiousity

“I’m not allowed to like anyone other than Kun Kun apparently.” you say

in his head, he’s like ‘Wait what???’ I’m sure you (reader) are confused too because I forgot to mention YOUR BROTHER IS KUN KUN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

that’s how you got into Idol Producer and Nine Percent BTW :D

“Oh, uh, I’m his sister.” you explain 

“Oh. OH.” he finally realizes that all the times that your brother has talked about his stupid sister, it was you 

“He did say that I’m allowed to meet Nong Nong tho.” you add

“Did you ever meet him tho?”

“Maybe?” you reply

“Wait, so you’ve been to our concerts and stuff?” he asks again

“Of course I have. But I meet up with my brother in private because he doesn’t want me to meet you guys.” it was at this moment you knew, you had to do something

“Wait, can I take a selife with you?” you ask

“I want to show it to my brother.” and so you did

oh boy, did Kun want to come and smack Cheng Cheng when he saw the selfie you sent 

“What did he say???” Cheng asked 

“He said he’s gonna kick your butt.” you showed him the text

this is also when Cheng Cheng realizes that he can take this chance to ask for your number or something

“Can you send that to me? The selfie. I’m not gonna post it or anything, just for keeps.” he smiled

you know what this boy is up to, so you comply, giving him your number :D

cONGRATS, WHEN’S THE WEDDING???

from then on, you guys became really close and all

lots of cafe dates 

okay maybe you two ended up being more than just friends 

and Kun is still going to kick his butt for dating you

you two make such a cute couple tho

BONUS TEXT :

- END -

Masterlist

[nananaptime]

Hiii may I request a kissing chengcheng bullet-like scenario?

Kisses with Chengcheng

Sorry, it took so long but I hope it was worth the wait.

Hope you like it!

MasterlistRules

Kisses with Chengcheng was to be expected every time you were in the same room together

alone, of course

cuz Chengcheng might not be shy most of the time

but kiss him in front of his members and he will crumble in an instant

Alone however

He can’t not kiss you

He prefers kisses on the lips

That’s the easiest way to fluster you

And he lives for that

But he has his soft moments as well

Kisses on the forehead are very common

Mostly due to his height

So it’s the easiest way to kiss you without having to bend down too much

Kisses on the cheek are less common

But they happen

Especially when you’ve done something he’s proud of or makes him happy

When holding hands he will certainly kiss them at one point as least

But that only happens when he’s extra soft 

And most likely sleepy or groggy as well

He’ll basically be playing around with the hand he’s holding and eventually press some kisses over it as well

Chengcheng is a very affectionate boy

As soon as you walk in the door he will have engulfed you in a hug

Causing giggles to fall from your lips at his need for affection

Pulling back he won’t hesitate to put his lips to yours

These types of kisses

The ones which are used as a greeting

Are happy and hard

Like

He’ll be so excited to see you

That he’ll literally smash your lips together while smiling

Causing a slight clash of your teeth

He won’t mind though

As long as he’s able to kiss you he’s fine

He’ll be holding your face while pressing small, energetic kisses to your lips

And soon you’ll be laughing too hard to be able to accept any more of them

He’ll also won’t be able to let you leave without giving him a kiss first

Be it in the morning when you need to get to work

Or in the evening when you need to maintain your own apartment

He will pout and whine until you kiss him goodbye

Unlike his greeting kisses 

These will be soft

And slightly intoxicating

His hands will once again cradle your face

However, in a softer hold than before

You’ll barely be able to feel his lips touch yours 

That’s how softly he would kiss you

One kiss won’t be enough

He’ll press at least three of them to your lips

Each one firmer than the other

But not firm enough to be enough for you

Which is why when the time came

You didn’t want to leave

You wanted to keep kissing him

Showing him how much you loved him

But sadly

You needed to go

That’s part of why the greeting kisses are so energetic

The kisses in between though

Are somewhat a mix of the previously mentioned

They will be long

Not as hard as the first ones 

But firm nonetheless 

These kisses will mostly occur when you’re cuddling

He’ll be laying down while exchanging these kisses

With you on top of him

And holding your face slightly

One of his hands might travel down to your waist though

During this time he will leave your lips and press some loving kisses to your cheeks as well

before returning to your lips

And pressing you closer to him than before

Now feeling his heartbeat through his shirt

It causes the moment to feel even more precious

He won’t stop kissing you until you’ve felt all of his love 

Which he will do everything he can to convey in his kisses

But if someone were to walk in

Say it be Zhengting or Minghao

He will throw you off of him like you were made of lava

Then he’ll laugh at your shocked face

Before making sure you’re okay

Like I said in the beginning

You need to expect his kisses all the time

You’re cooking?

Kiss on the cheek

You’re watching television?

All of a sudden his face is in the way and his lips on yours in a quick peck

Reading a book?

He’ll lift your face and kiss you on the forehead

That’s his love language basically

Kisses

And hugs tbh

But that’s for another time

[nextsevxn]

Xinchun: If you think about it, birthdays are satanic.

Wenjun: How?

Xinchun: A small gathering of people huddled around an object on fire chanting a repetitive song until the fire is blown out and a knife is stabbed into an object.

Zeren: Can we not do this on my birthday.

[shining-red-diamond]

(11:23PM) ChengCheng was having the time of his life: late night snacking, joking around with his members, and having Y/N sitting next to him. The camper they were in had a small dining table, so they took advantage of it to have time to visit with each other while on the road.

Typically, all of them would be too tired to talk this late at night, but the day had been full of exciting events that it left everyone in such high energy. However, Y/N was getting sleepy pretty quickly. She kept adjusting herself in her seat to try to stay awake, but it was to no avail.

While Xiao Gui was telling a story, ChengCheng noticed Y/N’s body language. He made eye contact with her and motioned for her to come closer to him. She sat up and leaned towards him, and he pulled her in to chest as his arms snaked around her waist.

Kissing her head, he whispered, “Sleep, angel.”

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Drabble Game, #21, Ding Zeren

“Such a tsundere...”

Ding Zeren wasn’t one to really express his emotions.

He was a great dancer, that’s for sure.

But when it came to things like showing he cares, or telling someone he likes them.

Ding Zeren was a hopeless case indeed.

You were new to the company, you had just been recruited to join Yuehua and it had only been your 2 week into training. That’s when you met him, he was to be your dance teacher as you had majored in dance, so you couldn’t really fit in with the pace of the beginner classes.

Zeren didn’t like that he was slowly but surely crushing on you. He didn’t want to look like a fool as he taught you and the other trainees. He didn’t want to lose his cool first impression on you.

You didn’t like how you were slowly crushing on him too... you wanted to focus on debuting, and making a name for yourself. You’re also, in the same place as Zeren in all honesty; you liked him, but you couldn’t express yourself at all. 

So one day, after many pleas of ‘I can do this another day’ and a bit of pushing from your friends, you’re now faced with Zeren who feels as awkward as you do. 

“Hey Y/N...”

“H-hi Zeren”

“So uh...” You both said at the same time.

Then he spoke up, “Would you like to go out sometime... its not like a date...well unless you want it to be a date...I mean-”

You smiled and laughed as you felt happy and relieved. You gained confidence, “Such a tsundere... but yes, I’d love to go on a date.”

He smiled and spun you around, “....Wait....tsundere? HEY!!”

[ahgasetay]

Nex7 reacts! s.o is touchy with another member

genre: angst?

admin: jade

author’s note: gif is not mine! credit to original owner!

z h e n g t i n g

He watched you closely as you put your hand on Justin’s shoulder as you laughed so hard that you almost fell over. The whole time Zhengting was glaring at your hand that held on to Justin tightly. “Babe are you alright?” he walked over and pulled your hand away from Justin’s shoulder and held it then with his other hand he fixed your hair as you took a deep breath. “i’m okay, thank you though,” you smiled softly.

w e n j u n

he watched as Zeren pushed your hair back for you as both of your hands were preoccupied by the dinner that you were making for the boys. He glared at Zeren until he noticed it. When Zeren looked back at Wenjun he made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck then fixed your hair for you. 

x i n c h u n

He continued to watch Zhengting was being way too much as he held onto your shoulders with no apparent reason. He growled to himself as you just let him and he quickly got close and stood in front of you so your attention was immediately brought back to him. He looked at you. “hey babe, how about you come with me and we can cuddle?” You pouted a little. “But i was hanging out with Zhengting,” Xinchun pouted back. “But isn’t your boyfriend more important?” 

z e r e n

He pressed his lips together as Quanzhe was helping you with learning a new recipe. He watched as Quanzhe pinched your cheeks when you did something cute. “look at you go! you’re so cute!” Quanzhe cooed as Zeren walked in and smiled like he didn’t know what’s going on. “I think i can take it from here Quanzhe,” he forced a smile as Quanzhe looked at him. “You know how to make Lazi Ji?” Zeren nodded. “Of course,” He watched as Quanzhe nodded and finished what he started then smiled at Zeren. “Have fun!”

c h e n g c h e n g

he watched as wenjun played with you hair but he went completely un-bothered. he knew that you knew that you were his and that you both loved each other. but he knew wenjun was doing it to get on his nerves. so he simply ignored his actions.

q u a n z h e

He watched as Xinchun was helping you with an email back to your boss and didn’t mind but he did get a bit angry when he saw Xinchun’s hand on your back. “this looks great,” he smiled at you as Quanzhe walked over. “Uhm hey, i’d appreciate if you took your hand off of my partner.” Xinchun look his hand off slowly and looked at Quanzhe. “I’m sorry,”

j u s t i n

Justin walked over and saw Chengcheng hugging you and pressed his lips together. He watched as you hugged back and this isn’t the first time Justin has witnessed it and he hated to say it but it bothered him a lot with the way that he held you close. “Hey uhm, can i talk to both of you?” You nodded as you sat across from chengcheng and next to Justin. “Can you guys stop being so touhcy?”

[zerendiipity]

nightmare — li quanzhe

idk what it is with me and writing stuffway past midnight but,,,, here we are sJKFHJSDKFS my kpop scenarios blog is suffering a severe drought but then again here i am writing for my cpop boys oopsie sDJGKJDSJ

it’s very hard for me to write for quanzhe w like sth very romantic because he’s like, my son. so this might be a little vague and there is no label to you and quanzhe’s relationship other than roommates. still, if you’d like to think of it as you’re already dating, you can just assume that and read!! enjoy !!

word count: 814

Almost as soon as it started, it ended. You woke up abrutly and sat up on your bed, eyes wide open and mouth half-open gasping for air as if you had been holding your breath for who knows how long. Little by little, not only the rapid beating of your heart but the rest of yourself started to calm down. However, you weren’t able to lay back and close your eyes again, as if you were scared of the seeing the same images behind your eyelids that you had seen a few seconds ago.

You had a nightmare. Another one. When you got stressed, this kind of bad dreams became pretty much recurrent. You thought you’d get used to it at some point, or that it’d stop affecting you, but you had to admit perhaps it wasn’t that easy to brush off how real the experience of meeting your worst fears felt in those dreams. Why couldn’t you have nightmares of something that was just bad, and not precisely a fear of yours? Instead of taking this time to rest and relax, why did your brain have to enjoy choosing the worse situations for you to dream of?

Thinking those kinds of things and joking to yourself about how your own brain was against you and didn’t let you sleep peacefully, you held in a chuckle. You didn’t want to wake up your roommate, who was probably even more tired than you. Besides studying hard for finals, he had extracurricular activities and practiced dancing and even singing with some of his friends (that had by now become your friends too). You wondered if he was also feeling stressed, or if perhaps dancing and singing with the guys was some time that he could use to relax and forget about his responsibilities.

Just then, you heard the room’s door handle move, and seconds later the door slowly opened. As you had supposedly been doing during your nightmare, you held your breath and freezed in your spot. Your first instinct was to think that whatever threatened you in your nightmares was there to finally get you, but quickly reasoned with your once-again cruel brain and breathed in before whispering.

—”Quanzhe? Is that you?” —After you asked that, the door opened more and thanks to the dim light of the moon and the streelights coming from the window, you saw the figure of your roommate standing there. He looked like he was half-asleep and although you couldn’t see him well, it was kind of cute.

—”Are you okay? I heard you from my room.” —He said, carefully walking into the room as to not disrupt the peaceful silence of the night with his steps. Once he reached your bed, he sat on it and in front of you.— “Did you have a nightmare?” —He asked.

You only nodded, and then he reached to hold your hands in his. You squeezed his hands not too tight, just to see that he was really there. The nightmare was fully over and you were starting to feel sleepy again.

—”I’m sorry I woke you up.” —You spoke softly, and he shook his head in return, smiling at you and looking somewhat embarrased as he replied.

—”It’s okay. I was already awake.” —He stopped for a few seconds before continuing.— “I had a bad dream too.” —

You couldn’t hide your surprise when you heard that, not because it was weird because of course he like any other person wasn’t immune to nightmares, but because you two had one on the same night and just as you were wondering if he didn’t get this kind of reactions from being stressed in seasons like this when there’s so much to do but so little time.

You delicately caressed the back of his hand with your thumb as you held hands, and stood like that and in silence for a while before letting go of one of his hands to pat the space next to yours on the bed.

—”Do you want to go back to sleep here? If you have another nightmare, feel free to wake me up.” —He nodded and released your hand to crawl to the empty space next to you. He got under the covers and laid down, you following his actions after he did.

You stared at each other’s eyes for a few seconds before a chuckle left your mouths.

—”Let’s sleep now.” —He whispered, to which you replied with a ‘good night’ and a smile. He smiled back at you and whispered again before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.— “If you have a nightmare again, you can wake me up too.” —

Even though he couldn’t see you because he had closed his eyes already, you nodded and then closed your eyes, slowly falling back asleep.

[mingi-bubu]

[20:56] “Do we have any face masks left?”  You call from the bathroom, pulling your hair from your face and placing a little rabbit ear headband on.

“Are there none in the drawer?”  He calls back, hopefully in the kitchen serving ice cream like you had asked him to minutes ago when he said it was time for a self-care night.

You open the drawer that normally contained the masks and saw nothing.  “No!”

“What about the other drawer?”

Opening the second drawer you use, it was empty too.  Wait, maybe not... You reach into the drawer, having heard the sound of something when you opened it.  Oh, no, it’s just floss.

“Did you find any yet?”  Zhengting asked, his voice much closer this time.

You jumped slightly, not having expected him to leave the kitchen.  Closing the drawer, you turn to him with a small pout.  “No.”

He was leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, hair pulled from his face by a cheetah print headband, complete with cheetah ears.  “I can’t believe that Justin and Xinchun stole my masks again.”  His bright smile belied his statement, however.  He was fond of his younger members, despite the fact they stole his face masks very often.

“Well, what are we going to do now for face masks?”

Zhengting’s smile turned proud as he announced, “I have a hidden stash.”

You smile at him, his antics making your heart ache with fondness.  “Well don’t hold back then, Zhengting.  Bring out the face masks so we can start the self-care night.”

He nods before shooing you out of the bathroom.  “YN, I love you, so much, we know this, but my secret stash of face masks must stay that way.”

You just stare at the closed door, feeling uncomfortably like the surprised Pikachu meme that Zeren used so much in the groupchat you have with the rest of the boys.

Zhengting emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later to find you already set up on the couch with the ice cream, waiting for him.  Dropping a kiss to the top of your head, he comes and sits next to you, his face mask already on.  You pout at him, your spoon still in your mouth and he giggles making you smile in turn.  Setting your spoon back in the bowl, you sit still as Zhengting puts the mask on you.  You settle into the couch, your head on his shoulder, and you relax, the heaviness of the past week leaving you slowly.  You are content to be with him in this moment.  You are content.

[my9percent]

12+51 with zzt please? :))

12. “I’m pregnant.”51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

“I’m pregnant.” 

Those words were uttered six months ago. In that half a year, you’ve watched your stomach swell, along with your ankles, had to buy a whole new wardrobe, experienced back pain like you never had, tried out food combinations that would usually have you vomit from the sheer thought, and had to be a functional human being with your turmoil of emotions.

You and Zhengting managed to get through most of the pregnancy without wanting to rip each other’s heads off. It was a miracle how he put up with you sometimes. But the last week had been the worst.

The hormones were supposed to have calmed down by now. But he had been working late and you had taken maternity leave so you had too much time on your hands to sit around and think. And you thought about how he wasn’t home and how that would translate into not spending time with the baby, and when you brought it up, he had been confused.

“I’m home every night. I have to work to make sure you’re both supported. I know it seems tough for now but the project is just for another eight months and I should be able to stop having to pull late nighters.”

He was being reasonable but you were not. The fight escalated and ended with him going to sleep on the couch. That night, even though your lower back was sore and you craved his touch, you cried yourself to sleep instead.

“So Zhengting hasn’t been home in five days?” Your best friend was giving you a weird look as she rubbed at the soles of your feet. 

“He only responds to his texts saying that he’s away on a trip. But I called his office mate and he doesn’t have a business trip.” Tears began to stream down your cheeks again and you felt the baby kick against the confines of your womb.

“Don’t cry. He’ll be back. I feel it.” If you were less distraught, you would have caught the slight smile on her face.

She insisted on taking you out to a spa. “I can’t keep giving you subpar massages forever. First, that’s Zhengting’s duty, and second, you deserve to be treated.”

The facial and mani-pedi made you feel better and by the time you drove back home, you were more relaxed than you had been all month. There were cars parked in your driveway and you turned to give your best friend a look. She shrugged. “Go on in.”

You had a feeling it was a baby shower but what you didn’t expect was to see your house transformed. Everything was pink and friends and family were gathered. They surrounded you happily before there was an obnoxiously loud announcement.

“Make way. The groom has to see his bride.”

Tears filled your eyes as you saw Zhengting walk towards you in his white suit. He had a fistful of pink balloons and a microphone in the other hand. He came up to you and switched the balloons to the other hand so he could cup your face. “I can’t wait to be parents with you. And I’m sorry. I had to work so much so that I can work from home for a good few months after the birth. I also had to plan this and I should have told you but I didn’t want you to worry.”

“I still worried,” you muttered, your words thick with emotion.

“I know. I’m your husband. It’s my job.” But he pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you.”

[sylahtokki]

So glad it's a Friday 🥺🥺 should I just start posting edits on Fridays?? Idk, I feel like I need a schedule. My page is so random and messy.

What happened to me just being a Samuel fanpage? XD

[nextsevxn]

[Chengcheng and Quanzhe, trying to contact spirits]

Chengcheng: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!

Quanzhe: You know that will never work ri-

Justin, through a walkie-talkie disguised to look like a spirit box: *claps his hands*

Quanzhe, on the verge of tears: ZHENGTING-GE!

[alpxcamin]

Can I request 123 and 114 With Fan Cheng Cheng please

#114 - “Friends forever, right? Isn’t that what you said?”

#123 - “Go. Just go.”

“Chengcheng…” you hesitantly look up at your best friend.

“So, what do you want to tell me?” he asks, flashing you with that ridiculously goofy yet charming smile at you.

You blushed, “I like you.”

Your brows furrowed and you subconsciously held your breath. A hot minute passed, but Chengcheng hasn’t said anything yet. You reached to take his hand in yours.

“Chengcheng…please just say something,” you beg.

“Friends forever, right? Isn’t that what you said?” Chengcheng shakily chuckles, subtly pulling his hand out of yours.

“Oh, that’s fine. I just wanted to get it off my chest,” you look down, trying to hide your bubbling tears.

“I-I’m sorry,” he pulls you into a hug.

You let yourself relax in his comforting grip for a few seconds before harshly pushing him away. You wipe away your tears, shaking your head. You can’t do that to yourself. It’s time to get over him now.

“Go. Just go,” you look up, but avoiding eye contact.

“Y/n…” he tries to grab hold of your hand.

“Please, just let me get over you in peace,” you push his hand away.

Without giving him any time to respond, you turn and walk the other way. You had to get away from him. You had to get away before you fell further and harder for the boy. Despite how much you want to remain as friends, you knew that doing so would just trap you in an endless cycle of being in love and crying yourself to sleep over your best friend.

Little did you know, Chengcheng’s tears dripped all over the ground from his sparkly eyes. His heart yearns, beats, aches, for you, but he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he would be moving away.

I hope you like this and that it was angsty enough sldfdsf

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~Admin Liz

[linkeai]

hockey boy → fan chengcheng ( nex7 / nine percent ) → summary: you know you should take your own advice and stay away from the hockey boys, but when he gives you that smile how can you say no? → warning(s): female reader, swearing, mentions of bullying (?), idk like nudes nd other messed up high school stuff,  → genre: hockey! au, fluff, bulletpoints → word count: 4,338

it’s not that there’s anything wrong with hockey players okay

usually, it’s a given that the boys who play on the hockey teams are irritatingly gorgeous for whatever reason

and there’s nothing like seeing the whole pack of them walk down the corridor in their jerseys, sporting flashy smiles and perfectly gelled hair

but that was all they really had going for them

they were pretty, sure - but hockey is a smelly sport!

not only that, but there’s also the stereotype that boys with pretty faces use them to do ugly things

and as far you were concerned, that’s exactly what the hockey boys at your school did

they were known for throwing expensive parties, getting an eyebrow-raising amount of instagram likes and snatching up all the pretty girls in the school

the thing was, once they got the girls, they never kept them around for long

they had this system - like a kill count

but instead of counting how many enemies they could take out on a video game, they counted how many girls they’d slept with

it was a pretty gross practice

sure, they were known for their pretty faces and their crazy parties

but they were also known for the group chats where they exchanged nude pictures girls had sent them - which regularly ended up with the whole school and probably more seeing the naked body of a poor girl who trusted a hockey player.

you were not going to be one of those girls.

you promised yourself when you went into high school that you would avoid the hockey players like the black plague. you had no time for their games.

it didn’t really matter anyway, it turned out, because you were never one of the girls they were after

until fan chengcheng

fan chengcheng was a winger on the team - with a bright smile and brown hair pushed back off his face

he was also ridiculously rich and when the hockey team was throwing a party, chengcheng was their man

he was one of the quieter ones though - when you overheard the boys talking about their gross little hobbies during class, he was always quiet with his face forward listening to the lesson

but you still rolled your eyes when he sent you the selfie you posted on your snapchat story with “ur cute lol wyd?”

yeah.. no thanks

and that was only the beginning

it had been incredibly awkward because he sat right next to you at the bench in biology - so close you were practically on top of him given the slight overcrowding of the AP class.

and when you went into the class the next day, you almost tripped over your own feet when he shot you a blinding grin from where he was already sitting in his designated seat, wearing the stupid red jersey with his chin propped on his hand

it really didn’t help that he was so attractive.

you mustered an awkward smile back as you took your seat beside him and started preparing for class

you almost stabbed yourself with your pencil when he swiveled his body to face you and said, “how come you didn’t answer me yesterday? that hurt my feelings, y’know.”

you swallowed, glancing over at him and seeing the pout on his lips and the sly look in his eyes.

and all you could think was, “guess i’ll die!”

“i, uh, forgot,” you chuckled weakly, opening your notebook and clicking your pencil.

he hummed, the tone suggesting that he didn’t believe you.

you were hoping the weird creatures in the jars lined up on the shelves would spring to life and eat you alive to save you from this situation.

he leaned forward slightly over the bench, forcing you to look at his face. when you did, you were startled into silence at how close he was.

“you’ll answer me next time, though, right?”

“uh.. yeah.”

dammit, y/n.

“cool!” he chirped, turning in his seat and flipping open his own notebook as the lesson started

somehow, you knew he was very serious about “next time.”

very soon after, you would found out that he most definitely was.

every day for the next week, he would somehow find you wherever you were and try to start a conversation with you

one day, you were in the art room during lunchtime finishing up a project when the quiet room was flooded with noise. looking up from your painting, you shrank into your seat as several boys from the hockey team traipsed around and crowded around a table where two other players sat finishing their projects quietly.

amongst them, one face you had been actively avoiding throughout the day

but you couldn’t look away as he looked up from his friends and started looking around the room like he was looking for someone.

was he looking for you?

you supposed he was, because when he saw you sinking deeper into your chair with a grimace on your face, he broke out into a grin.

he said something quickly to his friends and you winced as they all looked up, smiling wolfishly in your direction before looking away

oh god, why you?

chengcheng padded over across the room and chose the seat adjacent to you, completely disregarding the other girl who you didn’t know but usually sat with gawking at him in complete and utter confusion

“hey, y/n.” he greeted, turning the seat around and sitting with his arms folded over the back.

“hi,” you grumbled, trying to pretend like you weren’t flustered by both the situation and how devastatingly attractive he looked sitting in that position.

“woah, you’re really good at that!” he said loudly, shifting so he could get a better look at your painting.

you smiled, genuinely as you looked down at your painting of a park. it was coming along pretty good.

“thank you,” you said, not missing the gleam of determination in his eyes when you finally smiled at him.

“so, i have a proposal.” he says, clearing throat and looking at you seriously.

you raise an eyebrow, avoiding his face and touching up the shading on your painted lake. “okay..”

“go on a date with me.”

and just like that, there's a snake in the water.

you must have looked about as surprised as you felt because he laughed nervously, eyes avoiding yours.

“wait,” you said, setting down your paintbrush. “wait, like, really?”

he laid his head down on his folded arms, looking up at you like a puppy dog.

“yeah, really. i like you.”

“like me,” you sputtered before you could stop yourself. “why on earth do you like me?”

his head came back up and he tilted it slightly in confusion. “well I don’t know, y/n, why is the sky blue?” he said sarcastically. “I just like you. I think you’re cool.”

cool, you retorted inwardly. he thinks you’re cool

“and i also think you’re really pretty - and i like how you kind of keep to yourself, and also how you don’t seem at all interested in me.”

you blushed as red as the red paint all over the side of your hand - god, he was too smooth.

“when?” you conceded before you could stop yourself.

he smiled happily, and you watched, almost disturbed as his face glowed pink and he started mumbling and fidgeting in his pocket.

“um - uh, i mean, i’m free on like, wednesday?? it’s friday now right - hold on, why don’t you give me your um, number, i hate messaging on snapchat.”

you watched, amazed as he removed his phone from his pocket and dropped it on the floor with a muttered swear. he wiped his palms on his jeans before unlocking it and handing it to you with a nervous smile.

where did the confident hockey boy go?

you put your number in his phone and handed it back to him, watching as he fiddled with it for a second before sliding it back in his pocket.

“it’s supposed to rain on monday and i have practice on tuesday, so is wednesday good for you?” he asked, drumming his fingers on the table.

“wednesday is good for me,” you affirmed, stilled awed by the rich, handsome hockey player fan chengcheng actually blushing because of you - it was like you were in some weird alternate universe

his friends called out to him and seconds later the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch

he stood from his chair, already turning to leave when he looked back over his shoulder at you “so wednesday! how does skating sound?”

he was already walking away when you called back, “i can’t skate!”

halfway out the door, he just grinned and shouted “i’ll teach you!” before disappearing out into the noisy hallway after his rowdy friends

as he disappeared you slumped all the way down in your chair in defeat, closing your eyes before the girl next to you spoke to you for the first time.

“giiiiirllllll…….”

and that pretty much summed it up.

later on, you told your friends and they clowned you endlessly for agreeing to a date with a hockey player and breaking your own #1 rule of high school dating

somehow, you had a feeling you were going to be proven wrong by him, but a part of you still nagged that he was going to fuck you over

still, you couldn’t help but grin every time your phone dinged with another message from him or he sent you another snapchat of his face

from where you were standing, you had already fucked yourself over.

over the weekend and the two days leading up to your date, you texted him pretty much nonstop. he answered really fast, even telling you once on tuesday that he had to go practice because he was getting yelled at for texting you so much.

you were kind of confused - were you just falling for the trap? is that what these boys did? made you feel like they were different then broke your heart and added you to the kill count?

you couldn’t seem to ease the pit in your stomach as you waited for him to pick you up wednesday evening.

you had a pair of old white skates in your hand and you were dressed nice and warm for the winter - the skates were your mothers, and luckily they fit you well enough even though you had no idea how to tie them properly or, even more pressing, how to fucking skate.

chengcheng arrived in his beloved black truck, hopping out and jogging up to your door. you watched in amazement as he greeted your parents with a bright grin and a promise that he’d have you home before it was too late

your heart was beating painfully hard as you followed him down the driveway and got into the passenger side when he opened the door for you.

you saw the sheepish smile on his face as he closed the door after you and jogged around to sit in the driver's seat.

he got in and turned on the heater, rubbing his hands together and turning on the radio.

you were expecting the ride to wherever he was taking you to be awkward as hell, but chengcheng was full of surprises as always and launched into a detailed, passionate story about how one of his “dickhead friends” had hit him in the back with their stick the day before at practice and then something about his sister

you kind of missed the last part, mostly because of your heart falling out of your ass when he pulled up to a pond instead of a rink.

you were panicking inside as he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached around to grab his skates from the backseat.

he stopped to look at you before he got out, confused by you sitting frozen in the passenger's seat

“y/n?”

“right,” you said quickly, clearing your throat and unbuckling your seatbelt. “yeah, just hate the cold.”

he chuckled and you laughed nervously to mask the crippling fear that was overcoming you

you got out of the car and followed him to the wharf, slightly trembling as you stared at the few other people skating around on the frozen pond.

it was just starting to get dark, the sky was blue and everything looked sort of magical, but it was hard to feel the vibe when you were 100% sure you were going to drown

chengcheng sat down on a bench and took off his boots, slipping on his bulky hockey skates and tying them up with ease. you sat down beside him and awkwardly tried to mimic his movements.

he was finished quickly and looked around while you fumbled with your skates. you didn’t want to ask for help even though you desperately needed it

eventually, you sighed loudly and caught chengcheng’s attention, who immediately laughed when he saw the predicament you were in.

“you’re so cute,” he cooed and got up from the bench, kneeling in the snow in front of you. “here, let me help you.”

you bit your cheek as he propped your foot up on his knee and undid the mess you made and started tying them properly.

you were hoping the red on your cheeks could be played off as frostbite.

he finished quickly and smiled up at you, extending a hand and helping you onto your feet.

you clung onto his arm, relying on him to keep you from falling as you tried to walk with the skates on in the stupid snow.

as you neared the pond, your heart started to beat faster and you realized just how much you really, really didn’t wanna go on the ice

unconsciously, your once timid hold on chengcheng’s arm turned into a death grip and he stopped walking, turning his head to look at you.

“are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

you nodded meekly, swallowing the lump in your throat. you were so sure that you were going to fall in even though logic said you’d be fine

“no you’re not,” he frowned. “you’re scared. hold on.”

he brushed snow off a large rock beside you and sat you down on it, kneeling down so he could be at your level

you blushed bright red - to other people around, you looked like a scared toddler being consoled.

“it’s okay,” he reassured you sweetly, patting your leg. “is it the pond? did i tie the skates too tight? it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

you shook your head, looking down at the white skates on your feet.

“what is it, y/n? do you want me to take you home? is everything okay?”

he sounded so genuinely concerned that it hardened the lump in your throat. “no,” you said quickly. “no, i just…”

you took a deep breath, trying to talk over the embarrassment. “the ice.. it won’t.. it won’t break, right?”

chengcheng breathed a soft laugh, gripping your gloved hand in his. he was really warm despite the cold.

“y/n, i promise the ice won’t break.” he said gently. the hand not holding yours came up with his pinky extended. “pinky promise.”

you chuckled, locking your pinky with his.

he was still smiling, and you felt your heart tug at how cute he looked all bundled up with rosy cheeks from the cold.

“okay.. but chengcheng, i really can’t skate, like at all.”

he laughed again, pulling you up from the rock and continuing toward the ice. “it’s okay, i’ll help you.”

you sighed, steeling your nerves as he stepped out onto the ice with a scrape and turned back to you. he reached up and with two hands on your waist, lifted you over the snowy ridge and onto the pond.

you held your breath, gripping onto his arms when your feet were on the ice, sliding on the slippery surface beneath you and feeling entirely out of your element.

“it’s okay,” he reminded you quickly, steadying you and holding onto your hands instead of your sides. “see, it’s alright!”

you grimaced at him, feeling slightly sick at the idea of a few layers of meltable ice separating you from a cold, watery death

chengcheng chuckled

“come on,” he chided, skating backward and taking you with him. you hissed as you started gliding after him, holding onto his hands so tight it was a wonder he wasn’t complaining

“stop looking down,” he scolded you and you quickly looked up from where you were eyeballing the ice beneath your feet. when you met his eyes, he grinned that grin you’d become so well acquainted with. “that’s better. hi.”

you laughed, moving your feet slightly and accidentally skating a little to close to him. he quickly skated backward, avoiding the collision. “that’s good,” he commented, a nervous edge to his voice. “move your feet like you’re walking.”

he sounded so sure of himself that you trusted him enough to do as you were told, staring at his checkered scarf instead of your feet and taking baby steps forward.

“there you go!” he cheered, even though you weren’t really moving at all. he continued skating backward slowly with his hands in yours, reassuring you it was okay to take bigger steps

over the course of the next hour, he tirelessly encouraged you and taught you how to skate until you were moving forward in time with him moving backward.

“you’ve got it! watch -“ he let go of your hands suddenly and you screeched something that was a cross between his name and a swear, losing your balance due to the surprise and stumbling forward and crashing into him.

he caught you, stumbling slightly with a sharp scrape of his skates on the ice. he quickly stood you upright and steadied you. before he could say anything, you delivered a powerful punch to his arm that was mostly protected by his heavy coat

“ow!” he cried through his laughter, keeling over and laughing a loud, dumb laugh while still holding onto you with an arm wound around your waist.

“dickhead!” you bit, though you were laughing too.

he stood up and wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes, his laughter dissolving into giggling.

“sorry,” he apologized cutely. “that was so cute.”

“if i could skate away from you, i would.” you told him, faking anger and turning away to hide the smile on your face.

he chuckled, and your eyes widened in surprise as his other arm wound around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest and placing his chin on your shoulder. “too bad you can’t,” he cooed against your ear.

feeling the hot blush dissipate all the cold from your body, you shrugged him off and pulled away, still holding onto his hand. the two of you giggled giddily and you felt a whole new batch of butterflies set loose in your stomach.

you skated around for another twenty minutes before you both returned to the bench and he removed your skates and then his. the two of you sat there for a while in the twilight, talking about a variety of different things.

you were struck by how pretty the pond looked at night - a few kids still skated around on its surface, their laughter filling the silence. everything was some magical shade of blue, and the lampposts spread around the pond shed warm amber light on the snowy trails that weaved around it. you stared at the skate marks in the ice and smiled, knowing that two sets of them were belonging to you and chengcheng

eventually, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. something had been nagging at you all night, and in a moment of both bitterness and sudden insecurity, you said something before you could stop yourself.

“so, do you take all the girls here?”

chengcheng didn’t laugh. he was quiet for a long moment that forced you to look over at him. he was frowning, eyebrows drawn together as he scowled at the pond. sensing your eyes on him, he looked over. you swallowed thickly when you saw the playful glint in his eyes had vanished and was replaced by anger.

“what is that supposed to mean?” he asked coldly. he knew what you were hinting it and it appeared you had struck a cord.

“sorry,” you tried to laugh it off but it ended up sounding very forced. “i just.. i just thought..”

“you just thought i was another fuckboy hockey player.” he finished bitterly, looking away from you and back at the pond.

“chengcheng,” you said cautiously. you really hadn’t meant to make him angry.

“no, i get it, y/n.” he sighed, kicking his skate absently where it rested at his feet, “you know what my friends are like, right? so you figured i must just be another one of them.”

“yeah,” you admitted in a small voice. “yeah i guess i did.”

he laughed humourlessly, but you could see that you’d hurt his feelings. “do you still think that way about me? you do, right?”

he turned his face to look at you again and you nibbled on your bottom lip, examining his eyes. they were filled with hurt.

“no,” you said honestly. “no, i don’t.”

his eyes softened a little, but the air was still tight with tension.

“no,” he said, a little bit softer. “i don’t take all the girls here. there are no other girls.”

you pursed your lips, turning back to the pond and watching the kids skate around.

“why me, though?” you couldn’t help but ask. may as well get all the questions out on the table, you thought.

“i told you,” he said. “you’re special. i just like you.”

you smiled down at your feet. that was enough - it made sense. you felt the same way about him. there was just something about him that was special.

“i like you, too.” you said. “i’m sorry for assuming things. i trust you.”

you felt him looking at you and turned your head, feeling your heart jump at the soft eyes and smile staring back at you, no traces of the previous anger.

“it’s okay,” he forgave you. “i’m sorry for not making myself clear from the beginning.”

you fell into comfortable silence for another moment before chengcheng spoke again.

“um, i really wanna kiss you but i don’t know how that would look on my part.”

you laughed loudly, staring on in disbelief at the sheepish look on his face. how could you have ever thought such a sweet boy was just another asshole?

“i think a kiss is okay,” you said quietly, turning slightly to face him. your heart was racing faster now than it had been when you were on the ice, seeing the soft glazed look in his eyes as well as the nervous smile.

without another word, he pressed a gloved hand to the nape of your neck and brought your face closer to his, pausing for a second to look in your eyes before he closed the last tiny bit of distance and kissed you.

his lips were warm despite the bitter cold, though they were a little chapped. it made the kiss even better for some reason, and you found yourself chasing him when he pulled away.

he kissed you again, shortly and sweetly before he pulled away. even in the dark, you could tell that red flush on his face was from a little more than the cold.

from there, the two of you clambered back into his truck and laughed the whole way home. when you finally arrived outside your house, you were hesitant to leave.

he got out and came around to let you out and walk you to your door.

standing on the porch, he scratched the back of his neck and avoided your eyes before, sheepishly, he spoke.

“so.. do you think i could, like, take out again another time?”

you smiled, nodding your head quickly. “i think i’d like that very much,” you responded softly, still not wanting to leave and let the night come to an end.

he bit his lips like it would hide the goofy grin spreading across his face. he failed, and you both laughed nervously before his cold, gloveless hands took hold of your face and he kissed you one last time.

“goodnight, y/n. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

you watched on as he went down over the porch steps, still looking over his shoulder. you couldn’t wait to see him again already and he was still right in front of you.

“goodnight, chengcheng.”

you watched him walk back to his car and get back in the driver's side, starting the engine and giving you a wave before he pulled away. you watched his truck disappear, grinning like an idiot the whole time, standing on your porch in the cold winter night.

maybe hockey players weren’t so bad after all.