#yanjun imagine

[verumfm]

━◈ WANTED CONNECTIONS ... three new ones have been added to the page!

there are tales of how li haoyu is searching for their two younger siblings, which is familial in nature. the records show that they are about 22-28 years old and their photographs look like dylan wang, lu yuxiao, zhao lusi, ju jingyi, fan chengcheng, yan an, song yuqi, xiao dejun, wang ziyi, sun yihan, bi wenjun, shen yue, wang yijin, chen zhuoxuan, wang zhuocheng, chen zheyuan, wu lei, lin yanjun, liu lingzi, any chinese fc in the appropriate age range. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: a lot of haoyu’s siblings’ personalities are utp and we can discuss the details! but their shared backstory is that the li family is local to cynefin and are very rooted to the land. they’re literally just a normal family working normal jobs, with haoyu for example being a blacksmith. they do okay, but i definitely don’t imagine them to be Rich & the eldest two siblings at least probably did not get tertiary education. affinity for khemia across their bloodline is also very poor, but i’m down to discuss one of the siblings potentially being khemia-touched for the #drama because haoyu is very bitter they aren’t. tldr; details utp!

there are tales of how li haoyu is searching for their employer, which is platonic/professional in nature. the records show that they are about 40+ years old and their photographs look like omar sy, qin lan, michael greyeyes, zahn mcclarnon, aishwarya rai, gabrielle union, lukman sardi, jericho rosales, lucy liu, simone kessell, vera farmiga, alexander skarsgard, sandra oh, maggie q, gong yoo, lupita nyong’o, tessa thompson, alex meraz, pedro pascal, ke huy quan, fan bingbing, joe taslim, fc ultimately utp. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: haoyu apprenticed at the local blacksmith’s forged upon graduating secondary school and has remained working there ever since. haoyu has (or at least had) a pretty good relationship with them, especially since he’s quite disciplined and passionate about his work. i imagine that because haoyu doesn’t have an affinity for khemia, however, it’s hard for him to progress in his career. would love if this muse is trained in transmutation & that is causing a bit of a rift between the two of them—because without khemia, haoyu can’t get to their level. this muse’s personality & how they ended up becoming a blacksmith really are all utp, and i’m more than happy to brainstorm further details.

there are tales of how li haoyu is searching for their narrative foil/rival, which is antagonistic in nature. the records show that they are about 27-33 years old and their photographs look like go younjung, do kyungsoo, pat chayanit, woo dohwan, melisa asli pamuk, apo nattawin, taz skylar, avan jogia, fady elsayed, sakaguchi kentaro, medalion rahimi, daniel ezra, alisha boe, damson idris, jackson wang, tiana okoye, ryan destiny, kylie verzosa, dilraba dilmurat, clark backo, gong jun, kang haneul, adonis bosso, pinar deniz, ashika pratt, bie thassapak hsu, fc ultimately utp. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: the main thing i’m looking for with this muse is that they have a strong affinity for khemia, particularly in transmutation, which would be something haoyu both hates and envies. i imagine their narratives would parallel and foil each other’s at the same time, but how that is exactly is up for discussion. all i ask is that at present, their relationship is largely antagonistic and Not Great. whether they have history or not can also be discussed! some ideas include but are not limited to an ex student of verum who was an outsider, haoyu’s work rival, a young business owner who takes advantage of their transmutation magic, someone who supplies weapons to the warfront, and many more. basically this dynamic is toxic, biting, and crazy.

[chxseungyoun]

Lin Yanjun ✨ 》

Genre: Hogwarts AU, Fluff, Mild Angst

Pairing: Slytherin! Keeper Yanjun x Gryffindor! Chaser Reader

Word Count: 2.2K 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"WHY ARE YOU HERE-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You...do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[minminxings]

I'VE BEEN AWAY and this is all I have to offer

[honeyforzhixie]

Remember me? - Lin Yanjun (masterlist)

When they first met, Lin Yanjun was a flirty but shy literature major who one day took y/n’s notebook by mistake. However, their time together was cut short the moment he became a member of China’s biggest boy group.

Two years after they disbanded, Nine Percent reunites again for an anniversary comeback. The boys grew up and their fame grew with them. Even y/n created a path of her own becoming the number one stylist in the asian fashion industry.

So when the group desperately needs someone to style them for their final comeback, fate decides it’s time for the two to meet again. But how do you reach out for a love that you chose to let go of?

Prologue: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv)

[chocafe]

prom — lin yanjun

summary: there’s a rumor going around stating that yanjun is such a flirt that he could never stay committed in a relationship, but is that true after all? pairing: flirtatious!yanjun  x reader a/n: prom season is over so i really need to finish this series shsjsgsisj //  linong + zhengting + xiaogui + ziyi + xukun + chengcheng + zhangjing + other members to come soon

BEFORE PROM

in all honesty, yanjun was probably the most desirable boy in the whole entire school

he was THAT senior who everyone wanted

but for some odd reason, he stayed single throughout his years in high school

many people said it’s because he’s a major flirt and he’d rather mess around with girls instead of staying in a committed relationship

but you never wanted to believe those rumors because they were simply others opinion on him to begin with

you also didn’t want to bring up this question to yanjun because you’re not in the right place to

ANYWAYS, you’ve had a slight crush on yanjun for quite a while

you didn’t realize when your crush on him developed until the news about prom came out

and you for sure wanted to go with yanjun

although, there were other girls who wished the same as you

“i’d do anything to go to prom with yanjun!”

“do you think he’ll ask me?”

“you’re the prettiest girl in our grade! of course he would!”

you would hear multiple girls talk about him whenever you set foot in the hallways

the only way to have yanjun as your prom date is by switching the roles and to be the one who asks him first

one thing that yanjun didn’t know about you was that you were a part of the broadcasting class

in that class, everyone in there was in charge of giving out the daily announcements throughout the speaker and filming for the school news

you were usually the one who was behind the camera and was in charge of editing multiple videos, but this time, they allowed you to give out the announcements for a little trick up your sleeve

“and that is all for your announcements! also, i’d like to mention one last thing; lin yanjun, will you go to prom with me? please come to the broadcasting room if your answer is yes!”

everyone in yanjun’s class is screaming and rooting for him

a wide smile smears across his lips and he can’t help, but to cover his face in embarrassment because he was not expecting that at all

“teacher, may i be excused from class?” he asks, ready to give you his longing answer

“you won’t be able to leave until you finish your test.”

ah right, there was a history test

and history happened to be his worst subject

over in your classroom, you asked chaoze, “do you think he’ll say yes?”

“duh!” he yelled with his blood boiling up. “he‘s been having a crush on you for the longest time, why wouldn’t he?”

“wait, what?”

chaoze’s brain malfunctioned for a bit because he was not supposed to tell you that

“y-you know that korean song called crush by ioi? he’s been having that song stuck in his head for quite a while.”

“sometimes you confuse me, chaoze.”

i guess yanjun has been single for quite a while solely because he’s been having a crush on you

by all that time that had past, you felt like it was all too good to be true

yanjun would’ve already been here by now, but he was nowhere in sight

the lin yanjun? going to prom with you? never in a million years

you felt like a fool and everyone in your class felt bad for you, but they didn’t know how to express it because the air was too thin

when the bell rang, you knew his answer was a no

he didn’t want to go to prom with you and you just needed to accept it

right when you grabbed your backpack and was about to leave class, yanjun came running in, panting for air

“yes, y/n. i would love to go to prom with such a beautiful person like you.”

⠀

PROM DAY

before you attended prom, you and yanjun decided to go out and take some lovely prom photos!

as usual, you two go with your guys group of friends

this time, everyone decided that taking pictures at your city’s most popular garden would be a fantastic choice

you were fine with taking the photo at any location, so with that being said, yanjun dragged you to the front of a rose bush

“let’s take a picture here. the rose bush really compliments your dress and your lips.”

the pictures you two took were so beautiful that everyone around you were crying

big mood

you both really looked like models who were on the front cover of vogue’s magazine

for one of the pictures, yanjun suddenly picks you up in a bridal style and you could’ve swore your heart skipped a beat

you gasped lightly from the unexpected gesture, but you played along and posed with him, so the photos could turn out even greater

you’re secretly dying in the inside because that was the first time yanjun did skinship with you and not only that, but he’s such a dreamy prince

when you two finally arrive at prom, you began to notice how much of a flirt yanjun truly is

as you two walk through the big doors, he grabs your hand and leads you down the hallways and into the venue

hes constantly complimenting you at any chance given

not only that, but he always has his hands either hovering on top of your shoulder or in your very own palm

he really knew how to shake your heart

whatever it was, he always asked you for your opinion

“y/n, should we go take a picture in the photobooth or should we dance first?”

“aren’t you tired by wearing those heels all day long? if you want to take a break then you could always tell me so. i’ll do whatever you want to do!”

that was right

yanjun wanted to please you so badly, that he’d do anything you tell him to

although, you weren’t much of a pushover, so you didn’t quite mind the things he asked you

“don’t worry about it, yanjun! i’m fine with whatever you choose!”

“but i’m fine with what you want to do too.”

“uhm, but i’m also fine.”

as you two playfully argue about how you’re both fine, chengcheng sneakily comes behind and pushes you two into the dance floor

“i’m tired of hearing how gushy soft you guys are! just dance for god's sake.”

it was quite funny to see how annoyed chengcheng was over that small situation, so you and yanjun laughed shortly before dancing the night away

after a short while, you leave the dance floor to use the bathroom and yanjun continues to dance with his friends as he waits for you to return

as you were gone, every girl was trying to grind on him

he could care less about them, so he quickly drops out of the scene once someone comes 5 feet closer to him

not only that, but he could hear the voices of girls who wanted to specifically dance with him

“come and dance with us, yanjun!”

“sorry, but i have a date.”

he continues to tell everyone around him because girls just won’t leave him alone

he’s like a bait to a sea of fishes

“hey.”

“zhangjing, i have a date.”

“stupid ass, good for you, i guess? all i wanted to say was hi.”

⠀

AFTER PROM

as you two left prom, yanjun was the one who came up with the idea to go stargazing before heading home

since you enjoyed being in yanjun’s presence and you like him overall, you agreed to go without hesitating

although, you didn’t know his intentions

all of your friends warned you about yanjun because he was such a flirt and is known to fool around with girls, but you didn’t want their opinions to overcome your thoughts on him

the two of you head out to a local park, because of course, they’re completely empty at 12am

yanjun sets out a mat, he had lying around in the back of his car trunk, and the two of you collapse onto it

the two of you were drained out by such an event, but you couldn’t deny how wonderful the day has been

“ending the night by stargazing. how perfect can this be?” you say as you stared directly into the starry sky

you extended your finger to point out at the familiar constellations you came across

he shifts his body towards your side and continues to stare at you instead of the sky

“the view is truly astonishing. i don’t want this moment to end.” he randomly blurts out, claiming you as his view

“me either.” you said as you didn’t notice him staring at you

you twist your body to look at yanjun, and you were surprised to already see him looking at you

he smirks while you softly chuckle because it seems like you both had the same intentions

“i’ve been wondering about something and i feel like if i don’t ask it now then i would never have the chance to in the future.” you proclaimed

“what is it?”

“you don’t have to answer it if it makes you feel uncomfortable, but...” you paused as you took a big deep breath. “why have you been single all this time?” you placed your hands onto your cheek due to asking such an embarrassing question like that

“is this what you’re curious about?” yanjun laughed out loud

“don’t make fun of me!”

“come on, i would never.” 

“i’ve been wondering this for such a long time. it baffles me, you know? you’re such a good looking boy, you’re incredibly popular, every girls attention is always on you when you walk past by them-”

yanjun interrupts you mid-sentence, causing you to stop, “all these girls, yet i was just waiting for the day until you notice me.”

at the speed of light, you sat up due to what he said with no context. “huh?”

“you don’t get it, do you, y/n?” he slightly shook his head as he followed your movement and sat up

“there’s constant rumors about me, where it’s all about me hooking up with different type of girls, but none of them are true. i mean, yeah, i flirt with them just for some giggles, but i never proceed on further than that.”

you gulped your saliva because there was a short period of time where you did believe those rumors, but you weren’t going to rat yourself out at a time like this

yanjun looked up to look at your expression and noticed how timid you looked

“oh my god, you believed those rumors?”

you freaked out, waving your hands back and forth while you began to explain yourself in a rapid pace. “no, it’s not like that! well, to be honest, i did believe them for a short moment, but i don’t believe them anymore! i know you’re better than that.”

“out of everyone, i wished you were the one who would had never believed them. i guess i was wrong.” he threw himself back onto the ground, with his back planted down as he finally stared at the stars. (which he never did in the past)

“me?” you questioned him as you pointed at yourself. “why me?”

“this is going to sound soft,” he continued to gaze into the sky, not being able to look at you

“but i’ve been single this entire time because i’ve been trying to persuade you. it was, indeed, a difficult task and i’m still not sure if i have completed it because it doesn’t seem like you feel the same way i feel about you.”

not going to lie, whatever he just said confused you to the max

your mouth was opened just a tad bit as you tried to decode what he truly meant by that

he basically meant that the reason why he’s single is because he’s been having a crush on you and he’s been trying to catch your attention and make you fall for him, but he personally thinks that you don’t like him in the same way he does omg

“so, you like me?” you simply asked him

“no comment.” he rotated to his side, so he wouldn’t be able to face you

finally, yanjun was the shy one

you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him over to look at you

this caused him to go back to his original position, which was laying on his back while you hovered on top of him

“you do like me, don’t you?” your face brightened up as you finally understood everything. “since you’re such a flirt with other girls, don’t you have the guts to just admit it to me?”

he beamed his eyes to the side, avoiding your eye contact, and admitted “i like you.” he brought his wrist to cover his lips. “happy now?”

you reached for his wrist and pulled it away from his face as you clashed your lips onto his

“i’m beyond happy!”

yanjun probably had the most surprised expression upon his face because usually it’s him initiating, so it’s new to him to have someone do it first

also because he’s been having a crush on you for so long and never knew whether or not you liked him back, but now was the time he certainly knew without a doubt

“the tables have changed, don’t you think?” you joked with him

“i’m not losing this one.” he says before he attacks you with a million sets of kisses

[yeongwonhi-nuna]

Guardian Angel

Title: Guardian Angel

Pairing: Yanjun X OC

Genre: Romance, angst, drama

Word Count: 9370

Status: Complete

Yanjun lounged in a comfortable armchair in a large, white marble corridor. His fingers absentmindedly playing with his purple hair. His best friend, Zhangjing, was sitting beside him, nervously biting his lip. Zhangjing looked at his purple haired friend who looked like he didn’t have a care in the world and his already thin patience snapped.

 “You could at least pretend to be nervous.” He snipped. Yanjun gave him a lazy grin. “I think you're nervous enough for the two of us and you didn’t even do anything wrong.” He said before a large set of double doors at the end of the corridor slowly started to open. Zhangjing jumped to his feet as if he had been electrocuted while Yanjun slowly stood up as if he had all the time in the world.

 A tall, brown haired figure approached them. He stopped before them, first looking at the nervous Zhangjing before looking at the grinning Yanjun. “How pissed is he?” Yanjun asked, making the newcomer shake his head. “I thought he was going to rip out all his hair. He’s really pissed.”

 “Have you tried talking to him to calm him down, ChengCheng?” Zhangjing asked. ChengCheng sighed. “I tried. Thankfully I managed to stop him from coming to find you himself.” He said, giving both of them a tired look. “Zhengting always gets himself worked up about these things. I’ll let him rant it out and everything will be fine.” Yanjun said confidently as he started walking down the corridor towards the large, open doors. ChengCheng and Zhangjing exchanged a look before following after Yanjun.

 Yanjun stepped through the doors into a brightly lit room. There were windows encompassing one of the walls, the curtains framing them, blowing on a gentle breeze. In front of the windows was a desk with a handsome dark-haired man sitting behind it. His expression was stormy as Yanjun smiled at him. “ZhengZheng!” Yanjun said brightly as ChengCheng and Zhangjing entered the room behind him, both wincing at the use of the nickname. “How are you? You’re looking good, have you been working out?” he asked, his attempt at flattery falling flat as Zhengting’s face darkened.

 “You have missed every single class you’ve been assigned to this month.” Zhengting said through gritted teeth as ChengCheng moved to his usual spot by his side, while Zhangjing stood beside Yanjun, who still had a careless smile on his face. “Now that’s not completely true. I did make it to a few… well maybe a couple.” He said nonchalantly. Zhengting slammed his hand down on his desk, “This isn’t a laughter matter, Yanjun.” He ground out. He grabbed a pile of papers from his desk and brandished them in front of him. “Do you have any idea how much paperwork I've had to deal with because of you?” he asked.

 Yanjun opened his mouth to answer, but a swift elbow to the ribs from Zhangjing stopped him. “It was rhetorical.” He hissed. Yanjun rubbed his side where Zhangjing had hit him. “A decision has been made.” Zhengting said as he flopped back in his chair, dropping the papers back onto his desk. “You're being assigned to a human on earth.”

 The smile finally fell from Yanjun’s lips. “Wait, you’re telling me that I have to be someone’s guardian?” he asked incredulously. Zhengting pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to fend off his oncoming headache. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Until further notice, you have to be with them, acting inconspicuously as their guardian angel.”

 “That’s bullshit!” Yanjun shouted. Zhengting shot him a hard glare. “Language.” He reprimanded as Yanjun supressed the urge to let lose some of the more colourful swear words he knew. “There has to be some way to change this decision.” He said, running his hands through his hair. Zhengting sighed as he picked up a golden envelope. “I’m afraid it’s already out of my hands. I tried to get them to let you off with being my messenger boy for a month, but they wouldn’t have it.” He said as he extended the envelope towards Yanjun who glared at it. “You have two days to prepare for your trip.” He said, his voice dropping and laced with guilt as Yanjun snatched the envelope from him before storming out of the office.

 Zhangjing looked at the tired looking angel behind the desk. “Is there really nothing he can do about it?” he asked, looking out of the door where Yanjun had just exited through. Zhengting shook his head wearily. “I really did try to talk them out of it and that having someone like Yanjun as a guardian over one human was a waste of his talents, but they’ve had enough of his attitude. They want him to realise that just because he got promoted that he doesn’t just have the right to do whatever he pleases.”

 Zhangjing sighed. “I hope nothing goes wrong, for both their sakes.” He said as he followed the path Yanjun had taken out of the office.

    Yanjun stood in the middle of the new apartment which he would be calling home for the foreseeable future. “It could be worse.” Zhangjing said as he shuffled around the apartment, looking through each of the rooms. Yanjun huffed as he dropped his duffel bag at his feet, moving to look at the dull view of the city out of the window. “It could also be better.” he grumbled. Zhangjing gave his friend a look before sighing quietly “I don’t want to say I told you so…”

 “Then don’t.” Yanjun said a little more harshly than he intended before letting loose a sigh and running his hand through his hair. “Sorry, I’m just pissed.” He grumbled. Zhangjing came to stand beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I know. But just bear with it for a while. You know Zhengting will fight to get you back up once everything calms down a bit. Who knows? Maybe Linkai will pull another one of his pranks and he’ll be the one getting punished instead of you.” Yanjun smiled at his friend’s words.

 “So, what’s your charge like?” Zhangjing asked curiously. Yanjun removed the golden envelope that Zhengting had given him from his back pocket and handed it to Zhangjing. He pulled out a photograph and nodded appreciatively. “She’s cute.” He commented as he flipped over the photograph to read her profile. Yanjun only smirked as he grabbed his bag and took it into his bedroom to start unpacking his belongings.

 Zhangjing whistled lowly. “Damn.” He muttered as he read through the girl’s profile. “She's been through a lot.” He said quietly as he stopped by the entrance to Yanjun’s new bedroom. Yanjun hummed absentmindedly in agreement as he placed his t-shirts into a drawer. He figured that he’d have plenty of time to read her profile later and had only given it a cursory glance. “How do you think her personality will be?” Zhangjing asked as he tucked the photo back into the envelope. “Who knows?” Yanjun said as he hung up his jeans. “She might be one of those types that hates the world because of what she's been through or maybe she's one of the bubbly ones that doesn’t let the world get her down. I guess I’ll find out when I meet her.” he said as he closed the wardrobe door.

 A noise from outside the apartment startled the two of them. They heard a female voice through the thin walls and exchanged a look. “No time like the present to introduce yourself?” Zhangjing suggested. Yanjun sighed and made his way to the front door of the apartment. He opened it to reveal the girl from his photograph fumbling through her bag, most likely trying to find her keys while trying to balance a load of groceries.

 “Need some help?” he asked. She turned to face him at the sound of his voice and Yanjun noted that she was prettier than her photo. “Oh, hey. I didn’t know anyone had moved into that apartment yet.” She said as she manoeuvred her groceries onto one arm, extending her hand for his. “I’m Wang YuYan, nice to meet you.” She said brightly. Yanjun shook her hand, a charming smile on his face. “I just moved in today.” He said, his interest piqued by the pretty girl in front of him.

 She flashed him a warm smile. “Well, welcome to the building.” She said as she shifted her bags. Yanjun noticed the movement and swiftly took the bags from her. “I’ll hold these for you so that you can get your keys.”

 “Thanks.” She said as she found her keys and opened her door. She took her bags back from him and gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks for your help. I guess I’ll see you around.” She said as she stepped into her apartment. “Not if I see you first.” She chuckled at his words as she closed the door. Yanjun returned to his apartment where Zhangjing was standing with an incredulous look on his face. “What?” Yanjun asked innocently as he made his way to the kitchen. “You’re supposed to protect her, not flirt with her.” he sighed.

 Yanjun picked up an apple and took a bite. “Well, I can’t protect her if I don’t get to know her. Unless you want me to stalk her around the city like some kind of pervert?” Zhangjing balked at his words before chuckling and shaking his head.

    Over the following days, Yanjun tried to bump into YuYan as often as he could, without making himself look weird or make it seem like it was on purpose. He smiled at her as they rode in the elevator together, both heading out. “Are you heading to work?” he asked, noting her uniform. She nodded as she stifled a yawn. “Yeah, I’ve got the early shift this week.” She said as she adjusted her bag strap to stop it from slipping off her shoulder. “Why are you up so early?” she asked, looking over his casual clothes. “I’m just going for a run.” He answered. “I need to work hard to keep up this stunning figure you know.” He said teasingly making her laugh. A smile crept onto his face at the sound of her laugh.

 No matter what cheesy line he threw at her, she always laughed. Her reactions had him intrigued, she wasn’t put off by his confidence, nor did she seem to be taken with him. It made him want to spend more time with her to see what other kinds of reactions he could elicit from her. Even though he had initially never wanted to become someone’s guardian, he couldn’t help but become more and more interested in her. A fact which had not gone unnoticed by Zhangjing who visited him as often as he could.

 When the elevator doors opened, Yanjun gestured for her to step out first. She dipped her head in thanks as they both left their building. Yanjun quickly fell into step beside her. “Where do you work?” he asked. He already knew the answer as he had given the profile that Zhengting had given him a cursory glance, but he knew that he couldn’t exactly tell her that. Plus, it was a good way to start up a conversation with her. “I work in a small veterinarian clinic not too far from here.”

 He nodded, “Ah, you must really like animals then?” he commented. Her face instantly lit up as she nodded. “Yeah, I’ve always loved animals from when I was a little girl.” He gained confidence from her positive response to his questions. “Did you have many pets growing up?” he asked.

 Her smile faltered for a second. If he'd blinked at the wrong time he would have missed it, but he had definitely seen a flash of pain across her face for a split second. “Ah… no. we couldn’t have any pets when I was growing up.” she said, her smile seemingly more dimmed than it had been before. Yanjun found himself frowning, feeling guilty for causing her change in mood. “I’m a dog person myself. Not that I have anything against cats, but I just prefer dogs, you know?” he said, hoping to boost her mood again.

 She smiled at him, her moment of pain seemingly forgotten. “I can just imagine you with a dog. I bet you'd be one of those guys that acts all tough but would have the cutest dog in the block.” She teased. Yanjun chuckled and elbowed her playfully. “What do you mean ‘acts’ all tough? What are you implying?” he teased. She gave him a grin. “I’m saying that while you pretend to be all suave and charming I bet that underneath all that you're a big softie.”

 Yanjun pulled an over exaggerated shocked face as he looked around them. “You can’t go around saying things like that! I’ve got a reputation to uphold!” he joked, once again relishing the sound of her laugh as they stopped outside of a small building. “Well, this is me.” she said as she nodded towards the building. “Ah, this looks like a nice place.” He said as he looked through the large windows. The atmosphere was warm and friendly. He had expected it to have a more clinical feel to it, but instead it had an almost homely feel.

 “I hope you have a great day.” He said, flashing her a dimpled smile. She returned his smile with one of her own. “Thanks, you too. Enjoy your run.” She said before giving him a wave and heading into the clinic. He stood outside for a moment, watching as she started chatting with the handsome man behind the reception desk. He frowned a little as she laughed at something he said, her hand raising to cover her mouth. “Jerk.” He muttered to himself as he grumpily stuffed his hands into his pockets and made his way back to his apartment.

 When he arrived back at his apartment, he opened the golden envelope and took out Yuyan’s photograph, studying the picture of the pretty girl for a few moments before flipping it over to look at her profile which was written on the back. He read through the carefully written profile before one part in particular caught his attention.

 Yuyan’s parents died in a fire when she was five years old. With no other living relatives, she was sent to an orphanage where she lived until she was eighteen years old.

 Yanjun frowned. He hadn’t expected her to have had such a hard start in life. A rush of protectiveness flowed through him. He knew that he had been sent down here to help her and protect her, even if the exact details weren’t clear to him. This new revelation further cemented his desire to protect her. “I don’t want her to be sad again.” he said to himself as he flipped the photograph, looking into her warm eyes. “I’ll protect you.”

    From then on, Yanjun made it a habit to leave his apartment at the same time as her every morning. He had quickly memorised her shift patterns and made sure that he caught the elevator with her every morning before walking her to work. YuYan wasn’t blind to this fact, but she never called him out on his obvious act as she liked spending that short time with him every morning. She had quickly grown used to seeing the handsome man every morning, who was always ready to flash her a disarming, dimpled smile that made her weak at the knees.

   One night after she had finished working, she sluggishly made her way home. It had been a long shift and her last patient of the day had really sapped what little strength she had left. She wiped a stray tear from her face as she turned the last corner onto her street. She heard a familiar voice call out her name. She looked up to see Yanjun in front of her, grocery bags in hand and a concerned look on his face. She quickly swiped away the tears on her face before giving him a weak smile. “Hey, Yanjun.” She greeted.

 “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice full of concern. “Ah, sorry.” She quickly apologised. “It was my last patient. I’ve known him since his family moved into the area two years ago. He was a lovely lab but he was old.” Her voice broke on the last words and Yanjun didn’t need her to say anymore. He carefully put his bags on the ground and took the final steps between them and pulled her into a hug. One of his arms circled her waist, the other cradled her head against his shoulder. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him as she started to openly cry against his shoulder.

 He held her close, whispering soothing words to her, encouraging her to let out all her emotions. “It must have been so hard for you.” He whispered against her hair as her sobs quietened to sniffles. “This part of my job never gets any easier but I always need to hold it in in front of the people who have brought their pets in.” she admitted quietly as Yanjun took a half step back to look at her. He gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek, his fingers lingering against her cheek. “You're such a warm and caring person.”

 A faint blush forced its way onto her cheeks from his sincere words as she tried to hold his gaze but failed. Yanjun smiled and picked up his grocery bags with one hand, his other hand slipping into hers. “You’re going to eat with me tonight. I promise I’ll make you something delicious and we can watch whatever you want to feel better. I think I might even have some ice cream left in the freezer if Zhangjing hasn’t eaten it all, that pig.” He said as he led her towards the elevator, reaching out with their joined hands to press the button to call the elevator.

 YuYan smiled at him, thankful for his words and his actions. She shuffled a little closer towards him, something about the handsome man making her feel at ease and not at all embarrassed that she had just burst into tears in front of him in the middle of the street. When they reached their floor she reluctantly pulled her hand from his. “I want to have a quick shower and get changed.” Yanjun nodded in understanding. “No problem. I’ll get started on dinner. Is there anything you don’t like?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not really, I’m not that picky with food.”

 Yanjun nodded. “Good. Now go get ready, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.” He said as he pulled out the keys for his apartment. YuYan gave him a grateful smile before entering her own apartment. Yanjun waited until she had closed her door before he went into his apartment and dumped his grocery bags in the kitchen before rushing into the living room. He started grabbing the empty food wrappers from his coffee table, cursing himself for not tidying up the night before. He tore through the apartment like a tornado, making sure that everything was clean and tidy before YuYan came over before he finally made his way into the kitchen to start cooking.

 Not long later, he heard a knock at the door, followed by YuYan's voice. “Yanjun?” she called as he stuck her head through the door. He stepped out of the kitchen, a smile already on his face. “Come in.” he said as he waved her in. She stepped into his apartment and glanced around, surprised by how neat his space was. “Thanks for inviting me over.”

 “No problem. I couldn’t leave a lovely lady on her own after a hard day like that.” He joked with a wink as he went back into the kitchen. YuYan felt her heart skip a beat. How was it that Yanjun knew exactly when to be funny and when to be serious? When he had consoled her outside of their apartment building he had known exactly what she had needed at that moment and had held her in the safest embrace. No one had ever felt so safe. So warm. So… at home. And now he knew that she wanted to forget about what had happened during the day and had returned to his normal, joking self.

 She followed him into the kitchen, surprised to see him chopping up some vegetables with ease. Yanjun noticed her staring and couldn’t help but smile. “You're impressed, right?” he teased. She leant over the counter to examine his work, “Honestly, yeah. I thought you were gonna be all talk and that we would be eating instant noodles or something but this looks like you're actually gonna cook something.” Yanjun scoffed playfully, “As if I would serve you something as ordinary as instant noodles. Just you wait, you're in for a culinary delight.”

 YuYan couldn’t fight the smile that crept onto her face. “Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked. Yanjun shook his head. “Just keep on watching me in awe, it’s a real ego boost.” YuYan laughed and playfully punched him on the arm before jumping up onto a spare space on the counter, content to watch him cook.

 Yanjun was thankful that he had chosen that particular day to go to the grocery store, otherwise all he would have been able to offer her was instant noodles and he felt like he'd never be able to live it down. Not long after she claimed her space on the counter, YuYan started playing some music from her phone and he couldn’t help but absentmindedly sing along. “You have a nice voice.” YuYan commented from her spot on the counter. Yanjun approached her, a cocky smirk on his face. “I know.” He teased as he suddenly crouched down in front of her making her jump as he opened the cupboard underneath her.

 He grabbed what he needed before standing back up, only inches away from her face which was scarlet from the sudden proximity. “Seasoning.” He said as he flashed the jar of spices in front of her before pulling away from her. She barely resisted the urge to pull him back to her. She shook her head and pinned her hands under her thighs before she did something stupid.

 Yanjun couldn’t help but smile to himself at her reactions. No matter how hard she had tried to hide it, he had seen the flash in her eyes when he had stood up in front of her. Taking that first step back from her had been harder than he had anticipated, and a part of him screamed at him to close the distance between them again, but this time not to leave even a hairsbreadth of space between them. He shook his head to clear away those thoughts as he focused on the food in front of him.

 He quickly finished up his cooking and split it between to bowls. “Done!” he said as he held up the two bowls in front of her. He smiled at her expression. “Ooohhh, I’m impressed!” she said as she jumped down from the counter. “But now it’s time for the real test.” Yanjun laughed as he placed the bowls onto his small table, setting them next to each other rather than across from each other, subconsciously wanting to be closer to her. “I can guarantee that even though it looks fantastic, it tastes even better.”

 He pulled out a chair, gesturing for her to sit. She took the offered seat with a smile as he sat down beside her. “Dig in.” he said, gesturing towards the food. Despite his bold claims, he felt nervous. Usually when he cooked anything, it was for himself and Zhangjing, who ate anything, but this time it was different. He ignored the little voice in his head that said it was different because this time he was cooking for her. She carefully took a bite, enjoying the uncharacteristically nervous look on Yanjun’s handsome face as he waited for her verdict.

 She purposely kept her expression neutral, enjoying teasing him. “Well?” he asked nervously, her silence making him worry. “Is it bad? Should we just order takeout?” he blurted out and her eyes crinkled as she started laughing. Yanjun blinked at her, “What’s so funny?” he asked. “Oh my god, I tried to hold it in.” she said in-between chuckles. “Your expression was priceless!” she teased. A smirk slowly crept on Yanjun’s face as realization seeped into him. He leant back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “You were just messing with me?” he asked, basking in the sound of her laugh. Happy to see her smiling again. He wanted to protect her smile.

 “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” She said as she wiped away a stray tear. “You were just staring at me so intently.” She said as another wave of giggles took over her body. Yanjun chuckled, “I don’t know. I go and make you a nice meal and this is the thanks I get?” he said teasingly. “If that’s the case then maybe you don’t want to eat my food?” he said as he jokingly reached out for her bowl but she wrapped her arms around it protectively. “I will fight you if you steal my food.” She warned playfully. Yanjun chuckled and sat back in his seat. “Oh, you and Zhangjing need to meet.” He mumbled to himself as she took another bite.

 “Seriously though, this is so good.” She said appreciatively. “I’m a pretty hopeless cook, so it’s nice to get something so nice made for me.” Yanjun warmed at her words. “Then how about I teach you how to cook?” he offered, barely even registering the words that were coming out of his mouth. He just felt the need to grab the opportunity that had been presented to him. “Seriously? But I’m honestly terrible.” She warned. He leant in closer to her, enjoying the hitching of her breath from his close proximity. “Don’t worry. By the time I’m done teaching you, you’ll be Michelin star worthy.” He said, flashing her a dimpled smile.

   “Yanjun, I swear I will murder you.” Zhangjing growled as he stood in Yanjun’s kitchen, hands on his hips as he watched Yanjun embarrassedly look at the burnt cookies in front of him. “Why do you even want to learn how to cook anyway? You can make a couple of dishes and you said that you like having takeout? So why the sudden need to learn how to cook every dish in the cookbook?” he asked as he threw away the burnt food in despair. “I promised YuYan I'd teach her how to cook.” He said as he grabbed the flour and started measuring again, determined to have a new dish to teach her when she visited him that evening after her shift.

 “Ahh, now it all makes sense.” Zhangjing said as he handed him the sugar to weigh. “Shut up.” Yanjun warned as he side-eyed his friend who only held his hands up in a show of innocence. “What did I say? Not a single thing. Nope. Not a single comment about how you are gonna teach someone to cook when all you can make it one pasta dish, eggs and instant noodles. But did I say anything?” he said as he started fussing with the ingredients on the counter. Yanjun huffed, “You know, for someone who didn’t say a single thing you sure are saying a lot.” He grumbled. Zhangjing chuckled, “Just make sure you get those eggshells out of your mixture.” He teased as he watched his friend’s earnest attempt to learn how to cook.

   Over the following weeks, Yanjun seriously studied cooking from Zhangjing, determined to impress YuYan with his skills. He watched as Yanjun fussed between the three pots that were cooking simultaneously. “I’ve never seen him so serious about anything before.” He said aloud as he watched Yanjun check his recipe for what must have been the twentieth time. Yanjun's phone beeped with a message but he was too focused on his cooking to notice. “You’ve got a message.” Zhangjing said as he picked up the slim device, handing it over to Yanjun whose face lit up as soon as he saw who the message was from. “Let me guess, YuYan?” Zhangjing teased.

 Yanjun only nodded, an excited smile on his face as he replied to her message before returning his phone to Zhangjing. “She's running a little late. Which is actually good because it’ll give me more time to make sure that everything is perfect.” He said as he returning to his boiling pots, making sure to stir them well. Zhangjing rested his chin in his hand, “You’ve really warmed up to her, haven’t you?” he asked. Yanjun nodded, his focus still on his cooking.

 Even without being able to see his face, Zhangjing knew that there was a smile on Yanjun’s face. He slipped off his chair and picked up his jacket, his smile fading slightly as he looked at his friend. I hope Yanjun remembers that this is all only temporary…

 “Yanjun…” he said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, which instantly caught Yanjun's attention. “Yeah?” he said as he turned off the burners. “You know that this… whatever this is… won't be forever, right?” Yanjun tensed as the weight of Zhangjing’s words settled over him. “I know.” He said, his voice tight, his hair covering his eyes. “But I want to do what I can for her whilst I’m here.” He said his tone betraying the calm expression on his face. Zhangjing clapped him on the shoulder. “Just don’t get in any deeper, it will only end up hurting the two of you.” He said as he gave Yanjun's shoulder one final squeeze before leaving the apartment.

  Yanjun barely heard the sound of Zhangjing leaving as his words swirled around in his mind. He knew fine well that he wouldn’t be able to stay with YuYan forever. Eventually, his punishment would be lifted and he would need to return and YuYan would have to continue her life on earth… without him. The thought made white hot anger course throughout his veins. His hands clenched into fists. Although he would never had admitted it, his feelings for YuYan had grown passed that of a guardian and their ward.

    Despite Zhangjing’s warnings, Yanjun insisted on spending as much time as possible with YuYan. He had made it his personal mission to make her smile at every opportunity. But he could never fully shake the knowledge that one day, this happy illusion he had created would come crashing down around him. The thought terrified him. Would YuYan miss him if he disappeared? Or would she get on with her life as if he had never existed? These thoughts often kept him up until the early hours of the morning.

 In this particular morning, YuYan was curled up by his side on the couch. She had come over to his apartment the night before, as had become a routine between the two of them. He had cooked dinner for the two of them, with only a little help from Zhangjing before they settled down on the couch to watch a movie together. YuYan had only made it half an hour into the movie before her head had landed on his shoulder. He smiled down at her, as he carefully wrapped his arm around her, letting her rest fully against him as she slept, blissfully unaware of the turbulent thoughts running through Yanjun’s mind.

 He fell asleep when the sky had started to lighten, his arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace, as if he couldn’t let her go.

 She was the first to wake up, blinking at the now familiar space. She had grown accustomed to falling asleep in Yanjun’s apartment that she didn’t question it when she awoke there. She stifled a yawn and adjusted her position to better look at Yanjun’s sleeping face. It didn’t cross her mind to remove herself from her position on top of him as she rested her hand under her chin to give her a better view of his face.

 She frowned as she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “What time did he sleep at?” she wondered aloud as his eyes flickered open. His gaze immediately landed on her and he gave her a sleepy, dimpled smile. “Morning, gorgeous.” He greeted as he tightened his grip around her. She smiled at the term of endearment. He called her that more than he used her name these days and although she would have normally protested the nickname, coming from him, she found herself unable to tell him to stop. Coming from him, it was special and it made her heart skip a beat.

 “Morning.” She greeted, unable to tear her gaze away from his dimple. He chuckled at her. “They’re cute, right?” he asked, widening his smile to make his dimples more pronounced. She nodded, reaching up to poke one with her finger. “Very.” She replied as her fingers lingered over his soft skin. “Should I make us breakfast?” he asked, beginning to move to sit up. She quickly shook her head and wrapped her arms around him to stop him from moving. “Five more minutes.” She said, snuggling in against his chest.

 Yanjun chuckled, the sound vibrating throughout her body. “Whatever you want, gorgeous.” He said as he placed a loving kiss on the top of her head before letting his eyes slip closed once again.

     He was numb. Everything around him seemed to be going in slow motion and in hyper speed all the same time. His vision trembled, his ears refused to hear. He didn’t feel the impact as he fell to his knees on the hard concrete. He didn’t notice the concerned faces of the people around him as he stared brokenly in front of him.

 A hand on his shoulder brought the world back into focus. He looked up at the stranger, concern showing on his face as he crouched down beside him. “Are you okay? Do you need me to phone an ambulance? Do you need to go to the hospital?” he asked, speaking slowly and clearly as if he feared Yanjun wouldn’t understand his words.

 “Hospital.” Yanjun said, the word sounding foreign and ominous on his lips. “Hospital.” He repeated, his thoughts kicking into overdrive as he threw himself to his feet, the kind stranger grabbing his arm to steady him. “Yes, do you need to go to the hospital?” he asked again, phone in hand. The words fell on deaf ears as Yanjun frantically looked from side to side, his skin slicked with sweat. “I need to get to the hospital.” He murmured before taking off down the street, ignoring the shouts of the stranger behind him.

 He barely registered the burning sensation in his lungs. He didn’t notice that he was close to passing out. Nothing mattered. Except her.

 He burst through the doors of the emergency room, earning a few shocked gasps and even more hard looks from the patients that littered the room. He ran to the reception desk barely stopping in time, his body bouncing off the counter. “Wang YuYan!” he shouted, his voice raspy as he tried to catch his breath. “Wang YuYan!” he repeated to the flustered receptionists. “Hold on a moment, Sir.” One of them said as she typed YuYan’s name into her computer.

 Yanjun gripped the desk in front of him as he greedily pulled in breath after breath, his heart hammering against his ribcage. “She’s still in surgery.” The receptionist said hesitantly, as if afraid of how Yanjun would react to her words. “Where?” he asked, his eyes already darting around, looking for a sign that would point him in the right direction. “I’m sorry, but what’s your relationship to the patient?” she asked.

 Yanjun focused on her, his grip tightening on the desk. “I’m all she has. She has no family.” He said as the first tears freed themselves from his eyes. “I’m all she has.” He said again, his voice breaking on the last word, his head falling forward as he tried to control his emotions. “Down the corridor to the left. You can’t go in but there's a small waiting room outside.” The receptionist said sadly.

 Yanjun left the desk without another word, blindly following her directions. He stopped when he saw the door to the operating room, a red light flashing above the door signalling that there was a surgery in progress. He stood in front of the door, as if his presence alone would be enough. He longed to push the doors open and see her with his own eyes, but he couldn’t risk disturbing her surgery.

 And hour passed before his legs couldn’t support him anymore and he sank into one of the chairs that lined the wall. His head hung forward, his hands fisted in his hair, pulling on the strands as the words from the phone call he received earlier ran through his mind.

 A mugging

Stabbed

Hospital

Get here now

 He screwed his eyes shut against the pain. “How could something like this have happened to her? Why her? Who would ever hurt someone so kind?” a sound from the end of the corridor caught his attention, his head snapping up as the door to the operating theatre opened, an exhausted looking doctor stepping through the door.

 Yanjun jumped to his feet and rushed towards the doctor. “How is she? Is she alright? Can I see her?” he asked the questions so quickly that his words almost became one. The doctor gave him a sympathetic look. “Are you her boyfriend?” he asked, his voice weary. Yanjun nodded. “I am. Please… is she okay?” he pleaded. The doctor gave a heavy sigh as he rested a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know if you're a religious person or not, but either way, I suggest you pray.” Yanjun stumbled back a step at his words as if he had been physically struck.

 “She’s being moved to another ward for observation, but she was badly injured. We’ve done everything we can for her. I suggest you go to her as soon as she's settled.” The doctor said as he gave Yanjun’s shoulder one final squeeze before leaving him in the sterile corridor alone.

 A nurse appeared by his side some time later. “Are you Miss Wang’s boyfriend?” she asked gently, afraid to startle him. He nodded mutely and she gave him the same sympathetic look the doctor had given him. “Shall I take you to her room?” he nodded again, not trusting himself to speak. He followed her down the corridors, each one blending into the next. The nurse stopped outside of a nondescript door. “She’s inside.” She said gently before leaving him.

 He stood as still as a statue. His fingers on the handle of the door, afraid of what he would see inside. He finally gathered his courage and opened the door, stepping into the dimly lit room. He slowly approached her bed, the quiet beeping of her heart monitor the only sound in the room. He stopped by her bedside, grimacing at the wires and tubes attached to her body.

 He tentatively reached out, taking her hand into his. “YuYan…” he whispered. He could see the bandages that had been wrapped around her torso from underneath her hospital issued gown. The pale material paired with the pale bedding only served to drain the little colour from her skin. He gripped her hand harder as his breathing quickened with panic. “YuYan, you have to wake up.” he begged as he brushed her hair away from her face. “Please.” He begged, his voice breaking.

 A sob escaped him as he dropped to his knees by her bedside. “I’m supposed to be your guardian angel. How could I have let this happen to you?” he sobbed. “How can I call myself a guardian when you're lying here like this?” his voice rose as anger rushed through him. Anger at whoever had hurt her and at himself for not being able to stop it.

 “You can’t die. You have to wake up.” he shouted as tears continued to run down his face. “Sir?” Yanjun didn’t acknowledge the voice. “Sir, I know this is a difficult time but I need to ask you not to shout. It’s disturbing the other patients.” Yanjun continued to ignore the voice as he brought YuYan's hand up and pressed a kiss against it. The nurse sighed and left the room, leaving Yanjun to his pain.

    Five days had passed since she had been attacked. Five days since Yanjun been anywhere except the hospital. Zhangjing had finally tracked him down and insisted on bringing food and clean clothes, forcing Yanjun to use the small shower room to clean himself up but he knew his friend was in pain.

 YuYan’s condition had worsened. The knife she had been stabbed with had been dirty and it had caused an infection, one that her body was too weak to fight off.

 Yanjun said nothing as he soaked his small towel in cool water before placing it on her forehead again, in an attempt to lessen her fever. He frowned at the sweat that covered her skin, making her thin gown and hair stick to her. Zhangjing sighed as he looked at his friend. “Yanjun, why don’t you go get some fresh air?” he suggested, the deep circles under his friends eyes making him worry. “I’ll go outside when she does.” He rasped, his throat protesting to the lack of water and disuse.

 Zhangjing sighed again and forced a bottle of water into Yanjun’s hands. “Drink. What use will you be if you pass out?” he chided. Yanjun drank the entire bottle in one go, his eyes barely leaving YuYan’s still body for a second.

 “I failed her.” he said, his voice weak. Zhangjing gripped his shoulder. “No, you didn’t. This isn’t your fault. There's nothing you could have done.” Yanjun scoffed at his best friend’s words. “I’m supposed to be her guardian angel but look at her. She's been unconscious for five days because I didn’t protect her.” he hung his head in shame.

 Zhangjing opened his mouth to scold his friend when the heart monitor next to YuYan's bed began beeping irregularly. Yanjun’s head snapped up at the sound. “YuYan?” he cried, his eyes wide as her breaths became more laboured. “YuYan!” he shouted as the door slammed open behind him. He was shoved out of the way by several bodies. “YuYan!” he shouted as a male nurse held him back to stop him from interfering.

 Yanjun and Zhangjing looked on helplessly as a doctor and a team of nurses checked over YuYan. “She's going into shock. Get the two of them out of here!” the doctor roared as another nurse rushed forward to help pull a screaming Yanjun out of the room.

 Zhangjing pulled him down the corridor, fighting with his best friend to stop him from running back into YuYan's room. “Stop!” Zhangjing shouted. “If you go in there now you're only going to distract the doctors from doing their jobs!” he roared, hoping that his words would register with Yanjun. He hauled him back another step. “Let them do their jobs! Let them save her!” he pleaded as Yanjun suddenly went slack in his arms. He struggled against the sudden weight in his arms as they both toppled to the floor.

 “She's going to die.” Yanjun whispered. “She's going to die and it’s going to be all my fault.” Yanjun pulled at his hair, desperate to find a solution. “Yanjun…”

 “Don’t say this isn’t my fault. I have to do something…” Despair gripped him until he suddenly had a thought. “I need to see Zhengting.” He quickly got to his feet. “Zhengting? Why?” Zhangjing asked as he got to his feet. Yanjun didn’t reply as he took off down the corridor, Zhangjing following closely behind him.

   Zhengting was sitting in his office, calming reading through some files as his doors were suddenly thrown open. “What the…” he flinched as Yanjun stormed to his desk, slamming his hands down on the dark wood. “I need your help.” He said, not caring about how desperate he sounded. “Yanjun, what on earth is going on?” Zhengting asked as he put down the file he had been reading. “She's going to die and it’s all my fault. I need to stop it.”

 “Wait, who is dying? What happened?” Yanjun cursed loudly. “I don’t have time to explain everything!” he shouted as he started pacing the luxurious office. “You assigned me to be YuYan’s guardian and unless you help me, I’m going to fail that mission.” Zhengting gave him a sympathetic look as he started to catch up with Yanjun's outburst. “Yanjun, you know we’re not supposed to interfere.” He said gently.

 Yanjun growled and barely resisted the urge to push everything off of Zhengting’s desk. “I know there's a way. There's an old incantation. It allows an angel to give up their immortality to help a human.” Zhengting paled at his words. “How do you know about that?” he asked. Yanjun smirked faintly, “I’m a lot smarter than you give me credit for.” He said as he approached Zhengting’s desk again. “Please. Let me do this. I can’t let her die.”

 Realisation flashed through Zhengting. “You love her.” he stated simply. Yanjun didn’t hesitate to nod. “I do. I love her more than anything. She doesn’t deserve to die before she's even had the chance to live. You know her background. You know the horrors she faced after parents died. All of the children in that orphanage were practically tortured day and night and yet somehow she still managed to become such a kind person. After all she went through, it would have been so easy for her to become a person without any love in her heart, but instead she is a kind and pure soul that deserves to experience the type of love that she shows to others.”

 Zhengting bit his lip as he considered Yanjun’s words. He was unaccustomed to the handsome angel speaking so passionately. “You know what’s involved with the incantation?” he asked. Yanjun nodded. “I know all of the risks.” He said firmly. “Then you know that there's no guarantee that it would even work? That there's every chance that you could die?” he pressed. Yanjun growled in frustration. “I said I know!” he shouted, trying to bite down on his temper. “I know that it will be excruciating. I know that the chances of it working are a million to one. I know that I’ll probably die but do you know what’s worse?” he asked as he grabbed his shirt right where his heart was. “The pain I’m in now.” He said, his voice wavering. “The pain of doing nothing and knowing that every second I waste is a second closer to YuYan possibly never waking up again. If there's even the smallest chance of me being able to save her, I’ll take it. I’ll take on any pain if it means she’ll be okay.”

 He held Zhengting’s gaze for a few tense moments before he sighed. “We’re going to need six more to help us.” He said. “I know just the people.” Yanjun said as he made for the door. He paused and looked back just before he left the room, “Thank you, Zhengting.” He said before he disappeared from the office. Zhengting sighed and leant back into his chair. “This is going to give me a mountain of paperwork.”

   Yanjun felt sweat slide down his temple. He was standing on an altar, Zhengting, Zhangjing and five other of his fellow angels and friends standing in a circle around him. “Are you sure about this?” Zhangjing asked. Yanjun nodded, his lips pressed into a tight line. Zhangjing exchanged looks with his friends. Yanjun had gathered them all and begged them to help. They were all aware of his feelings for YuYan and each of them were unable to deny his earnest request. “Ok, lets proceed.” Zhengting said as he lifted the hood of his robe, the others following suit.

 Yanjun grit his teeth and closed his eyes, ready for anything as he focused his thoughts on YuYan. He heard his brothers begin to chant, quietly and slowly to begin with, but slowly building in volume. He grunted as his body began to grow uncomfortably warm. He fell to his knees as the heat increased tenfold. He bit back a scream, fearing that his brothers would stop and would interrupt the incantation.

 The pain passed unbearable. He felt like his body was bearing seared from the inside. He fell forward, his hands pressing into the stone beneath him. The chanting was blurred in his ears. He could barely hear anything over the sounds of his own screaming. With one last scream of YuYan’s name, everything turned black.

     A pair of brown eyes opened slowly, blinking at the bright lights overhead. “Doctor? The patient is awake.” A bright light was flashed into his eyes which squinted against the light. “You’re finally awake.” The doctor said with a smile.

 Yanjun slowly sat up, trying to process his surroundings. “Don’t hurry yourself. Just take your time.” the doctor said as she filled in some notes on a chart. “Everything looks good but you should rest some more.” She said with a smile. “I’ll be back to check on you again soon.” Yanjun watched as she left the room, leaving him alone.

 Yanjun looked down at his body which felt heavier than normal. “What’s going on?” he wondered as he examined the IV needle in his arm. He grimaced at the sight and pulled the needle from his skin, letting it drop to the floor beside him. His thoughts slowly came back to him, one thought stronger than the others. “YuYan.” He threw off his covers and stepped out of his bed, cursing as his legs wobbled beneath him.

 He ignored the slippers that had been placed by his bed, his thoughts only on one thing. He stumbled to the door, pausing to take a steadying breath before he opened the door and stepped out into the familiar hospital corridor. He looked from side to side to get his bearings, spotting the sign to the elevator. He made his way there, all his focus on finding YuYan.

 He arrived at her floor, the cold biting into his feet, but he ignored it as he made the short walk to her room. He didn’t hesitate to throw the door open revealing a neatly made bed and an empty room. “What… no.” he said as he took a step into the room, looking around as if she would appear out of thin air. “It can’t be…” tears welled up in his eyes, making the room blurry. “I was too late.” He sank to his knees as despair flooded through him. “I was too late.”

 Yanjun choked out a sob, his chest clenching painfully. He struggled to pull in a breath as a hand landed on his shoulder. “Yanjun?” his eyes snapped open as he turned to the owner of the familiar voice. YuYan was crouched beside him, still in her hospital gown, but without any tubes or wires connected to her. Unlike the last time he had seen her there was colour in her face.

 “YuYan?” he whispered, as if speaking too loudly would make her disappear. She smiled at him and nodded. “It’s me.” she confirmed as she reached out and grabbed his hand. Her grip was lacking her normal strength, but compared to her corpse like look from before, he would accept it. “What happened?” he asked as he grabbed her hand like a lifeline.

 “No one knows.” She said. “The doctors said they were sure I wasn’t going to make it. After I got stabbed I got some kind of infection and it caused my body to go into shock. The doctors were convinced that I wasn’t going to make it. My heart stopped but they managed to start it again and then they said that my heartbeat was stronger than ever. My body fought off the infection as if it had never been there and I woke up. They said its some kind of miracle.” She said with a laugh.

 Yanjun reached out and cupped her cheek. “Are you really, okay?” he asked. She gave him a warm smile, covering his hand with her own as she nodded. “I’m going to make a full recovery apparently.” A laugh escaped Yanjun’s lips. “I wasn’t too late.” He whispered. YuYan cocked her head to the side, “Too late for wha-“ she let out a yelp of surprise as Yanjun pulled her against him, his lips meeting hers in a desperate kiss. He pulled her as close as he could, as if she would disappear if he released her. He poured all of his emotions into their kiss, not caring that they were currently on the floor of a hospital.

 He pulled back, his hands cupping her cheeks. “Wang YuYan, I love you.” He declared loudly. She smiled widely as his words. “I love you too, Lin Yanjun.” Yanjun flashed her a dimpled smile before pulling her into a tight embrace.

  That night, Yanjun crept into her room at night. She giggled at him as he curled up against her on the too small hospital bed. “The nurses are gonna scold you for sneaking out of your room.” She teased as she snuggled against his chest. Yanjun chuckled, his fingers running down her back, careful to not aggravate her injuries. “It’s okay, I promised her that I'd introduce her to Zhangjing if she let me sneak out.” YuYan laughed at his words as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

 “You know, the nurses told me that you were hear every single day and night.” She confessed into his chest. He nodded. “They said that Zhangjing had to force you to eat, that you wouldn’t leave my side for a single second.” He nodded again, pressing another kiss to her hair. She snuggled in against him. “I can’t believe you made yourself sick because of me.” she grumbled.

 “What are you talking about?” he asked. She pulled away from him to give him a hard look. “Well look at you. Did you or did you not wake up in a hospital bed a few hours ago?” she asked. He nodded. “The nurses told me that they found you unconscious in the corridor. They said it was because you hadn’t been taking care of yourself.” She said, a note of guilt in her voice. Yanjun gave her an embarrassed grin. There's no way he could properly explain the real reason why he had been found in the corridor like that, he knew he would need to play along with her story. “Don’t ever let yourself get hurt because of me again, okay?” she said firmly.

 He gave her a smile before stealing another kiss from her. “Okay, okay.” He said as he shuffled his position to help her lie more comfortably against him. She curled against him again. He felt her breaths slowly even out as she started to fall asleep. “Yanjun.” She whispered sleepily. “Yeah, gorgeous?” he whispered back. “I think you might just be my guardian angel.” She mumbled, her words slurring with sleep. “I think it was because you were next to me that I was able to recover.” She mumbled. Yanjun kissed her hair again. “I’ll always be by your side.” He promised as sleep finally claimed her.

 “I’ll always be your guardian angel.”

[spider-man-199999]

Nine percent Lin Yanjun as a bad boi

let me just- wow. part2

the definition of a bad boy 

rides a motorbike 

wears black jackets 

too cool for anything 

goes to university but not to class

cocky smile 

winks®

flirts with everyone 

literally 

the popular girls are drooling over because he's mysterious 

the unpopular girls like him because he knows their names 

the nerdy girls are In love with him because he tells them how pretty they are 

the guys like him because he's a bro 

yet he steals their girls 

lowkey the drug dealer at uni 

uses the drugs he sells that's how people know they're good 

smart 

actually really smart 

doesn't study and still passes the exams 

not with flying colours but he passes so it's only fair enough since he hasn't even bought the textbooks 

goes out wildin' at parties every Friday night 

passes out after a few drinks because he's tired 

wakes up with lipstick stains all over his neck and face 

never has memories of having made out with anyone 

confused when some girl comes at him asking "remember last night?"

or when they ask for his number 

to be honest he doesn't even know where his phone is 90% of the time 

doesn't have any social media accounts because he's too busy for that 

people can't find him even if they want to 

has an expensive watch that's a gift from his father 

smells like cigarettes 

smokes almost non-stop 

makes shapes with the smoke 

he's a show-off 

fell down the stairs once and acted like nothing happened 

also fell with his bike while parking at the parking lot at uni 

picked it up and acted like nothing happened 

people laugh at him when he trips and falls sometimes 

but he just looks at them like he's about to kill them and they never dare to speak of it again

when it comes to dating, you might think he's a player because he flirts all the time 

you thought wrong 

if he does have a girlfriend 

she's his queen 

loves her too much for his own good 

doesn't do PDA because he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable 

she comes first 

actually second, him mom comes first 

spoils his girl as much as he can 

the perfect boyfriend let's face it 

HOWEVER 

hasn't had a significant other since he was like 15

only a few one night stands but like nothing beyond that 

he met you long before you met him 

he just say you waiting at the bus stop one day while he was passing by on his bike 

and he was so captivated by you that he crashed in the car I front, flying out the bike onto the roof of that car and rolling over to the front of it 

everyone jumped but he was ok and nothing on the bike or car was broken 

he was just hella embarrassed 

I mean I would have been as well 

that's why he refused to take of his helmet when you ran over to see if he was ok 

he just drove off and hid for two days 

and sold his bike only to by a new one 

hoping you wouldn't recognize him from that accident 

he kept running into you 

and he’d always run away embarrassed 

so you never really saw him 

it went on like that for around 2 moths 

and Yanjun decided that it was finally time to man up and at least talk to you 

but that same day you weren't at uni for some reason 

3 days later he caught a glimpse of you at a party 

but before he could reach you, you were already gone 

he searched the whole two story house but didn't find you 

so he gave up with a groan and walked out in the yard, sitting down on a sun chair next to the swimming pool 

it was early spring and it wasn't warm enough to swim so the yard was empty 

"Excuse me, that seat is taken" you said, your back pressed to the back of the chair, hugging your legs 

Yanjun got shocked for second not expecting anyone to be there 

when he regained his composure he started freaking out internally because you were finally talking 

well, you were talking 

"For the Casanova of this university you seem pretty quiet"

you knew about his reputation, game over 

"I'm not a Casanova"

"Yeah, I know it's just a rumor, I don't really believe those"

"Why aren't you partying?"

"I don't like parties"

"Weren't you dancing on the table just an hour ago?"

you laughed "I was, indeed. I like parties before people get drunk, it's fun to just fool around for a while but once a greasy looking drunk boy presses me against the wall touching my boobs without my permission it's party over for me"

"Who did what?" he asked feeling his blood boil 

"It's nothing" 

"No. It's not nothing! They can't just do that to you! Who was it??"

"I-"

"Just tell me his name."

his tone was demanding so you did tell him who it was 

he just excused himself and walked back inside the part 

you didn't know if you should follow him or not 

but you decided to do it in the end 

you walked in only to see Yanjun hovering over the guy you talked about earlier and beating him up

people hesitantly stormed over and separated them

you were so scared at this point you didn't know what to do 

you just felt like crying 

at that exact moment you met eyes with a Yanjun 

"Let me go!" he screamed to the people holding him back and wiggling out of their grip

he rushed over to you, hugging you tightly so that you could hide your face in his chest 

he told the people inside to mind their business and walked you out of the house 

''I'll drive you home" 

you drabbed his hand, stopping him 

his knuckles were bleeding 

"You shouldn't have done that"

"Come on, I'll drive you home"

you decided to just follow him

and he drove you home on his bike 

''thanks"

"No problem, I'll see you at uni"

and he drove off

[xukunstellation]

Distraction || Lin Yanjun

Title: Distraction Pairing: Reader x Yanjun Genre: Fluff Word Count: 835 words Summary: It’s really hard to study when you have a needy boyfriend who wants all of your attention.

A/N: Tbh I jumped on the Lin Yanjun train super late, but he snatched my wig within the last couple of episodes. He also happened to place my lucky number #5 in the top 9. Congrats, lovely! Can’t wait to see you debut!

alright so I’ve never done one of these bullet scenarios before

i apologize in advance if it sucks

this is also a lot longer than i thought oops

i just felt really inspired to write for this dork ok

alright let’s get started

you guys first met in school where you share the same english comp class

you were trying to pay attention to what the teacher was saying but it all sounded like gibberish

damn it shakespeare

you couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes drilling into the back of your head

turning around, you try to find the source of whoever is staring at you

guess who you see

lin yanjun

the popular jock that always sat at the back of the class making a ruckus with his crew

which for some reason had something to do with bananas? idk man

at first you thought he was hella creepy 

like, what you lookin at boi? you wanna go??

but then he had the audacity to wink at you when you caught each other’s eyes

chOkE

okay even creepier

but he’s also kinda hot so are you really mad tho

ur totally not blushing yes you are

after that day, he took it upon himself to always sit in the empty desk next to yours just because

more like he thought you were a whole cutie and wanted to be near you

he would constantly flirt with you much to your annoyance

you can’t tell if he’s joking or not

“My interests are singing, rap... and you.”

“The only thing you should be interested in is finishing this assignment, yanjun.”

savage

ur having none of it

despite his nonsensical flirting, he’s oddly really good at writing and helps you from time to time

and you were really struggling in this class so you might as well keep him around

what started off as friendly bickering eventually turned into full conversations you enjoyed

you actually start looking forward to seeing him in class

minus the cheesy pick up lines because boi doesn’t know when to stop

jk you secretly love it; don’t lie

you start seeing him in a different light and start developing a little crush on him

you notice the little things he does for you

forgot your lunch? he’d give up his own for you and say he wasn’t hungry

fell asleep in class? he took notes for you which is something he normally doesn’t do

cold? he’d throw his jacket over your shoulders and complain about how hot it was out, even though it was literally below freezing outside

he still drives you nuts

but honestly

handsome? caring? smart? always hyping you up? 

how can you not fall for him?

ya’ll eventually start dating once you come to terms with each other’s feelings

fast forward to a couple months later into the relationship

it was the worst part of the year

exam season

you invited yanjun to come over your place so that he could help you study for the english exam

ofc that was the last thing your boyfriend wanted to do

you were starting to regret inviting him over

“i’m hungry”

“where’s the tv remote”

“why is it so cold in the house”

“babe”

“baaaaaaabe”

“baaAAABEE-”

“yanjun istg i am this close to breaking up with you”

“you’d miss me too much”

“you wanna bet?”

cue pouty and grumpy yanjun

if you weren’t giving him enough attention, he’d shift to more drastic measures

when you looked to the side for a brief moment, you would turn your head back only for yanjun’s finger to poke your cheek

a literal child

you would think that after dating for a while, he would tone down with the flirting but nah

he gets worse if thats even possible

you end up repeatedly writing the same sentence five times because you keep accidentally writing whatever cliche pick up line he’s using on you

omg can you imagine his deep af voice whispering in your ear asdfghj

when that doesn’t work, he resorts to staring 

just staring

at that point, it would be extremely hard to concentrate bc the look he gives you??? is so intense?? can he not??

you’re so flustered tbh

he knows he looks good and uses it to his advantage smh

you sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to give up any time soon

“you have my attention for one hour. only one hour bc we have to study.”

“say no more, babe.”

he literally lifts you off your chair like you weigh nothing because he’s hella strong

the two of you end up cuddling in bed

where you two just talk about random things with his head on top of yours and your head tucked under his chin

he refuses to let you go bc he likes having you in his arms

not that you’re complaining

ya’ll eventually fall asleep since that’s a lot more fun than studying

you both are so cute

wow i’m soft

i love yanjun

this was probably terrible ahhhh--

[justkpopstuffinmyhead]

Lin Yanjun - Coffee and Muffins ♥

Member: Banana Cultures Lin Yanjun

Pairing: UniversityStudent!Yanjun & Reader

Genre: Fuff.

Warnings: saying the f-word once

Words: 1,999

A/N: Thank you for requesting this. I love Lin yanjun and his smile - a gif is at the end of the stoy, thank me later pps ♥

You are now in your third semester in university, studying international business communications and from what you know, university life definitely isn’t your piece of cake. All the drinking, partying and crowds just irritated you and made you anxious at time – but you still agreed to go every now and then, because your roommate is really good at convincing you that, maybe you’ll enjoy it today. But today, you said no and now you are hidden in one of the empty rooms of your parents dance studio.  Your parents are both successful dancers and are known nationwide – they appear in different shows every now and then as their prime time as dancers is over. Unfortunately you did not inherit any of their talent – quite the opposite, you are a terrible dancer. You are terrible when it comes to music. End of story. Many people that attend your university are members of the studio. It works in a way where you become a member of the studio and can “rent” the rooms whenever you need one.  People can also request help from your parents as they also offer courses, but most people use them only to practice.

The room you are currently in is empty this evening, so you are using it to study economy, since there is a huge party going on in your building and you would not be able to concentrate. You have been studying for the past 45 minutes when the door opens and – to your surprise – does not reveal your parents, but the universities heartthrob Lin Yanjun. You sit up quickly and look at him with big eyes. “T-The room wasn’t booked.”  You say with hesitation as he looks down at you. “I came in to see if something’s free and saw that it was empty so. . .” You look at the papers on the floor around you and swear under your breath. He crouches down in front of you and takes one into his hand. “You are in my course?” He asks in surprise as he recognizes the information on the paper. “Yeah, but I sit in the front of class. . 3rd row.” You explain to him. “And why are you here today to study and not in your room?” he studies you intensely and you blush under his stare. “There is a party going on at the moment and my parents own the studio so I came to study here in silence.” You start collecting your papers and putting them in the right order. “If you want to, you can stay. But it won’t be quiet.” He suggests and you think about it for a second. “Everything is better than my room at the dorm.” You say and put your papers back where they were before; taking the one Yanjun has been holding from his hand. “Why do you live there anyway if your parents live this close to campus?” He stands back up and starts stretching and warming up. “They said it would be a great experience for me – and they already turned my old bedroom into a walk-in closet.” You sigh as you remember how quickly they got rid of your furniture. “Outch.” Yanjun looks at you in the mirror and you meet his gaze – less intense now that you see only its reflection – and hold it for a second before you shrug and look away. “I’ll survive.” You go back to studying and he starts practicing, singing and rapping along to the song he is playing. It doesn’t take you long until you give up and start watching him perform. You have to admit that you understand why almost every single girl becomes week when she talks to him. He is not only handsome, but has a kind of charisma, that just draws you in. You are not aware of the fact that Yanjun had noticed you staring quite some time ago, but when you do not stop, lost in your mind, he has to say something. He turns towards you and puts on a seductive gaze. “You should have just said something – You don’t need to watch my in the mirror. Just say one word and I will perform just for you.” He crouches down in front of you – too close – and you back off instinctively. Your face is hot and bright red as you collect your stuff with shaking hands. Yanjun backs off, because this is not how he wanted this to go. You were so easy to talk to and he expected you to just go with it.  “Sorry, I-” You take your papers and stuff it in your bag while mumbling “This is ridiculous. I can’t even study in peace.” You hurry out of the room, your ears bright red and Yanjun wants to call after you, but realizes that he never asked you for your name.

The next day you sit in class -3rd row - and wait for it to start until – instead of your regular neighbor – Yanjun falls into the seat next to you. “Hi.” He shows you his bright smile, revealing his dimples. “The seat is taken.” You state and look at him in confusion – along with everyone else in the class.  “I asked if I could sit here and your regular neighbor said it would be okay for me to do so.” He takes out his papers – all just loose and messy - and looks for something inside his bag. “Whatever.” You whisper and read what you learned last lesson again. “Here it is!” Yanjun says to himself and takes his phone out of his bag, handing it to you. “What do you want me to do with this?” You ask dumbfounded. “Give me your number, silly. As you can see, I need some help with this course and while teaching me, you could also study. It’s a win-win.” You furrow your brows at his suggestion. “I don’t know. . .” You whisper to yourself and he turns around to face you directly. “How can I convince you? Should I buy you coffee every morning?” You look at the cup of coffee on the table and are already tempted, when Yanjun puts something even better on top of it. “I’ll also bring you a muffin!” His voice sounds almost desperate, so you choose to put him out of his misery and give him your number, earning another one of those dimple-smiles. You would soon realize that they are far more valuable than all the coffee and muffins he would bring you.

The following weeks fly by and if you are not studying with Yanjun either at his room, your room or the studio, you are watching him dance or just talking to him. As he promised, he would appear with a cup of coffee and a muffin to class every single morning, taking the seat next to you, his leg touching yours every now and then. You notice a lot about him: The way his intense eyes would become soft within seconds if he notices you are uncomfortable; how he loves it when you playfully ruffle his hair if he does something well – you always earn a smile from him in return. If he doesn’t understand something in class he will start bouncing his right leg – the one closer to you. He also loves to tell jokes – silly ones that will makes you giggle because they are so bad -, but most importantly : Lin Yanjun is the biggest flirt you have ever met in your entire life. Not a day would go by where he wouldn’t be flirting with you – all on a friendship-level of course. There is no way he could be in love with you – or could there be?

Because not only did you notice a lot about Yanjun, but he also noticed a lot about you; for example the fact that you will blush and smile whenever he flirts with you or if he gives you a smile that shows his dimples. Whenever you’re in the practice room and he starts singing, you will quietly hum along and whenever he is practicing, you stare shamelessly at him only to deny it later.  But he also noticed that he does not like it if other people flirt with you or how he will immediately take action if anything makes you uncomfortable. But it seems like you do not notice.

The two of you have been studying together for almost a month when – as soon as Yanjun starts practicing after your last session, a female dancer appears. They greet each other by hugging and start practicing a choreography that is way too sexual for your taste. You become angry and that’s when you realize that you have a huge crush on Lin Yanjun. With shaking hands you collect your schoolwork and stuff it into your bag and everything feels like weeks ago again – that day when you first met. Yanjun immediately notices that something is wrong with you and stops his partner to turn around and look at you, but he is only greeted by the slamming of the door.  He helplessly turns around to his partner, who only tells him to “Hurry up.” And that’s when he runs after you, catching you just outside the studio. “What’s wrong?” He’s out of breath and it should be forbidden to look so goddamn good. “Nothing!” You spit out and you are angry at yourself for being angry with him and for being in love with him. Angry tears are threatening to spill over and Yanjun notices that – and becomes panicked – because he is scared that just one wrong step will open your eyes and show you that you are so much better than him and make you leave. “Tell me Y/N.” He begs and holds your hands and that’s when the tears spill over and leave angry wet trails behind. His heart is beating so heart in his chest when you don’t answer, but then you open your mouth. “I fucking love you! Okay?! And I know you don’t like me because why would you?! And I hate to see you dance with her like that because she’s so pretty and perfect for you when I am no-.” He does not let you say the last word since his heart is so close to breaking into pieces because why would you talk about yourself like that? He presses his lips to yours in order to silence you, holding your face in his hands. After the initial shock you start kissing him back, first softly, but then with more force as you run your hands through his hair. He soon let’s go of you and leans his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “Say it again!” He tells you, pulling away from you. “Say what again?” You ask in confusion. “You love me?” He smiles and shows you his adorable dimples and you blush hard as you stare down at your feet. “Because I sure as hell love you.” You look up at him in surprise when he says those words. “But. . .” He interrupts you immediately. “No buts. I love you. Period. It started when I first met you and after one week of studying I realized that it is more than just a stupid crush, but you were not only nice to me, but also to Cai Xukun and Zhu Zhengting.” He hesitates and hugs you tight. “Thank god.” He whispers into your hair, making you smile softly. “Does that mean I won’t get any more coffee and muffins?” You look up at him in a pout. “why not?”  You blush again and he brushes your cheek.”Well, as your girlfriend I should help you without the bribe.” You look away but Yanjun raises your face again to kiss you. “My girlfriend will get Coffee and muffins whenever she wants.”

“And Kisses?” You ask innocently, biting your lower lip.

“Kisses, too.” He replies and kisses your lips gently.

[peanutpinet]

Nine Percent Masterlist

Scenarios/Blurbs

Escape Room with 9%

Scenarios based on their pics #1

Scenarios based on their pics #2

If they saw someone being harassed

Scenarios for @nine._.percent

3rd year anniversary scenario

Nine Percent part of the mafia

Per Members

Cai Xukun

Cai Xukun as a yandere in my dream

Justin Huang

My Dork (fluff)

Lin Yanjun

Lin Yanjun as a secret agent part 1

Lin Yanjun as a secret agent part 2

Lin Yanjun as a mentor

Zhu Zhengting

Crossing the ocean (angst + fluff)

[yanjuniverse]

How Should It Be - Xiao Gui/Wang Linkai One Shot

[a/n: ah yes back at it again with another cringey one shot. i meant to post this on 5/20 but i couldn’t get my brain juices to work and finish it until tonight. i hope you guys like it. big reminder that i love wang linkai ❤️. sorry if the fic is a mess btw lol.] / master list

He sags down in his seat, visibly defeated by whatever was on his mind. A pout is prominent on his lips as his best friend cracks a smile, clapping him on the back before wrapping his arm around him, their bodies crashing together.

“Why the long face, Gui? Don’t you know that frowning gives you wrinkles?” he asks. If Linkai wasn’t so down in the dumps, he would’ve smacked the exaggerated frown right off of Chengcheng’s face right then.

Fan Chengcheng has never been the kind to just let Linkai live in his misery. Oh, no. Fan Chengcheng has to twist the knife after he stabs you. Sure, the guy’s quiet when you first meet him. But once you get to know him the way Linkai knows him, it’s a done deal. Your soul is his and there’s no getting rid of him.

“You saw my butthole once, Kai. We’re practically blood brothers now.”

Don’t ask. Linkai is begging.

“Nothing,” he shifts back into the ratty couch. He thinks for a second about how Xingjie is always babbling on and on about how he should replace it (as if Linkai has the money to replace this old hand-me-down couch. He’s a soundcloud rapper. How much does Xingjie even thinks he makes off of his beats?). Something about how just because it’s old, doesn’t mean it’s vintage. Linkai thinks that maybe the spring that pops out of the second cushion of the faded blue sofa may have caught Xingjie by surprise one too many times. That’s why Linkai always sits on the arm rest or lays like a starfish on the floor during movie nights. You’ll never catch him squished in the middle of Yanchen and Xingjie on their Thursday night Grey’s Anatomy marathons (per Yanchen’s request because how could one look at the actual sun and say no?).

He’s picking at the frayed edge of the sofa when Chengcheng says, “It doesn’t look like nothing.” He suddenly snaps, reaching into his pocket before pulling out a pair of his (nonprescription) glasses. He pushes them up on his nose then opens his phone to his notes. Linkai sees him type “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH GUI TODAY” and watches him not only put it in bold print but italics as well. “I think we should start a diary of some sort. My sister has one of those and she says it’s all a part of a healthy life style. Wait, should we buy a Password Journal for you? Okay, wait Chengcheng. Too far off track. Let’s focus on the now.” He recomposes himself before saying, “First of all, do you know your rising sign? It could help explain a lot of things.”

Linkai thinks that there’s a reason for everything. He thinks that you never meet a person by mistake. But sometimes...he has to question his life mottos as Chengcheng waves his hand and tells him he’ll make his birth chart from scratch, all he needs is the time he was born (because Chengcheng’s already memorized that he was born on May 20, 1999 in the Fujian Province).

“Chengcheng, I promise on my mother that I won’t judge you. Just tell me if you were dropped on your head as a baby or not.“ He’s desperate at this point. There’s no way somebody just wakes up and makes the conscious decision to be Fan Chengcheng. Not any sane person, that is.

“Astrology is a very serious science, Gui and I will not stand for your bashing!” Chengcheng whines.

Likai gives him side eyes. “Didn’t you only get into astrology because Justin said you were a Gemini and he liked that?”

“No!” But the blush rising on his cheeks says otherwise. “Look. This isn’t about me! This is about you! What’s your deal?”

The older one shakes his head, throwing himself back against the couch and hoping that the weird stain to his left would manifest into a blackhole and swallow him hole. He crosses his arms and taps his shoe against the ground, eyes glued to the ceiling popcorn and wondering who the hell even thought that shit was cute. He starts to wonder how much he could pay Chengcheng to eat it when the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” Chengcheng says. “I’m expecting a package!” As he gets up, he throws a cushion at his roommate before hopping away.

Linkai shuts his eyes, too exhausted to even fight back. Maybe it is his package. Maybe it’s Justin. Maybe they have another “date” in Chengcheng’s room (it’s not a real date if Justin doesn’t know it’s a date).

He’s about to drift to sleep when another cushion hits his chin, causing him to bite his tongue.

He’s on his feet and ready to throw hands when his eyes land on (a very pissed looking) you.

Honestly. He’s not surprised. You have this sour face all day and all night and it’s to the point where he’s starting to consider having Chengcheng put together your birth chart so that he can understand just that much more about you.

He crosses his arms. “And what is the problem today, princess?” he raises his eyebrows. He leans down, teasingly close, and wrinkles his nose. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Don’t look so stressed,” you scoff. He pokes your forehead, causing you to stumble back a couple of steps. “Hey!” you whine, rubbing the spot. He can just hear you screaming in your head about how he has dirty finger nails or how his hands are always so cold and boney. You huff. “You’re gonna give me a headache.”

“You give me a headache every time you walk into the room,” he shrugs, pulling back. He throws himself onto the couch again and hears the floor rattle beneath him. Another complaint that you’ll throw at him is how he and Chengcheng should just move out of this ratty old place. (“And go where exactly?” “I don’t know! Go live with Zhengting! I heard he needs a roommate!” “You want us to live with Zhu Zhengting? He’ll be on China’s Most Wanted after he kills me and Chengcheng.”) You roll your eyes instead. “But go on. What did your best friend Wang Linkai do to piss you off today?”

“We had a lunch date!” you stomp your foot.

“A lunch date?!” Chengcheng repeats as he exists the kitchen, choking on the piece of bread he had shoved into his mouth. “You two go on dates?!”

Linkai snorts. Ever since Chengcheng found out the story of how you and Linkai met, he’s been begging for you two to fall in love. (“You met in college when she dropped her books and you helped her pick them up? Fingers lingering, eyes glazing over. Love blooming like spring cherry blossom-“ “Chengcheng, shut the actual hell up. I only helped her out because I’m not an asshole.” “Not an asshole? Have you met you?”). Chengcheng says that he’s read a lot of fan fictions. He knows how this will turn out. Apparently, he’s taking bets alongside Chen Linong and Lin Yanjun as to when you two will finally get together. But jokes on them because you are denser than a book.

According to Chengcheng, it’s not your fault because apparently Linkai has terrible game. His idea of flirting with you is to flake on you half the time, watch you get riled up then pat your head and walk away after you get done ranting to him. Linkai doesn’t call that game. He calls that tolerance because some of this shit you put him through makes his head spin in circles. Plus, he’s got an image to uphold. Xiao Gui AKA.IMP cannot go around braiding flower crowns and singing to the birds like this is some kind of Disney film. He’s still trying to live down that time Xukun posted a picture of him coloring in a coloring book on his instagram story (Ziyi still sends him children’s coloring books every holiday since. Whether Linkai fills them out or not is his business and his business only).

He thinks today is going to be a bad day. He thinks it’ll be one of those days where the two of you will fight to no ends and there’s literally nothing he can do to make you feel better. He hates to admit it but he likes those kind of days because they always end with the two of you laying in his bed. Those are the nights he’ll hold you and wipes your tears, whispering a mantra of “Yes, I’m an idiot” and “I’m sorry, it’s my fault for not cherishing you.” He likes those nights because even though you get on his last nerves, he’ll be willing to admit defeat if that means he’ll get to wake up with you beside him.

“Honestly, Linkai. I don’t even know why I try with you sometimes,” you groan, setting down the bag of food in your hands onto the coffee table with one too many water stains. “Chengcheng, come join us for lunch.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude on your date,” he says.

You smile at him. “It’s not an actual date.“

There’s a weird look on your face as you say that. It’s a look you get that Xiao Gui has never been able to read. Your smile is big but your eyes never seem to match. Your shoulders visibly sag and your movements slow for a second before you seem to realize what you’re doing and get back to being normal. “Come!”

“No,” Linkai plops down on the floor next to you. “He has a lab with Justin due at midnight tonight. He needs to leave.”

“Hm? You keep tabs on me?” Chengcheng has a shit eating grin on his face which quickly disappears as Linkai scoffs.

“No. You’re wearing cologne for once and don’t look oily. From just that, I know you’re going to meet Justin,” he says. “You usually smell like terrible B.O. and your hair looks dry. As for your project, you have it written on your calendar inside of a big red heart. I saw it when I went to steal the five bucks from your dresser earlier.” Chengcheng sputters, face red with embarrassment.

You swat Linkai’s shoulder. “Leave him alone,” you frown. “Don’t worry about him, Cheng. You always look and smell great to me!” you grin encouragingly before turning back to Linkai again to whisper yell. “He has a crush. Don’t tell me you’ve never gotten dressed up for somebody you liked.”

“Hey!” he says louder than you expected considering this was supposed to be a hushed conversation. “I’m wearing the jeans you said make my ass look fat,” he retorts. You simply roll your eyes before returning to Chengcheng. Once again, you’ve reminded not only Linkai but the world that you are denser than a book. He makes a face. “You expect me to read your mind and yet you never seem to be able to read mine,” he mutters under his breath, forcefully stabbing into his rice.

“What was that?” you turn back to him. He shakes his head, shoveling a load of food into his mouth to keep you from pressing. You thankfully don’t and once again, turn to Chengcheng. “I think you look amazing. Really. Go get him! He’ll be in your arms in no time!”

“Thanks, jiejie!” the dopey boy grins. “I’ll be on my way then. Be back tomorrow morning. Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone!” he winks. He’s out the door before Linkai can kill him (as if Linkai even had the energy to do so).

He’s too busy dissecting his meat to notice your cold stare. You have to clear your throat for him to look up and see your face. He groans, “What the hell did I do now?”

“You should be more supportive of Chengcheng.”

“More supportive? Any more supportive and I might as well just text Justin and say ‘Hey dinghead! Chengcheng is in love with you!’” he scoffs. “Honestly, it doesn’t get any more supportive than me.” He’s actually offended that you don’t think he’s all for Chengstin. Linkai is the vice president of the Chengstin fanclub, only coming second to You Zhangjing. “Who do you think always makes sure there’s ice cream in the fridge when Justin comes over? Who do you think hops off our shitty ass wifi when Justin comes to watches movies? Who the fuck ran across town just to fight with sneaker heads to get Justin the newest pair of shoes because Chengcheng was stuck in class? Have you ever had to fight a sneak head, YN? Have you?” His eyes are wild as if he’s seen some things he’d rather not talk about.

You sigh. “I just think you need to be nicer to him,” you shrug.

“Last week you told me not to let Chengcheng step all over me,” Linkai points his chopstick accusingly at you.

“Because you were deadass tired and up doing his laundry while he slept!” you exclaim.

Linkai snorts. You’re honestly a walking contradiction when it comes to him. “Just eat and be quiet. I’ve already got a headache. Don’t make my stomach upset too with all of your nonsense.”

“It’s not nonsense, Linkai!”

“If it’s coming from you, it is.” He shuts his foam to-go plate and stands to his feet before you could give him another earful. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Want anything? Water? A soda? A shot of vodka?”

“Ten more minutes with you makes the last option sound more appeasing than it should,” you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Nobody is forcing you to be here,” he reminds you, patting your head as he walks away. When he returns, he’s made two pretty drinks and winks at you. Bottoms up, his eyes say.

“Really? Drinking on a Tuesday?” you scoff.

“Whether it’s a Tuesday afternoon or a Saturday night, you will always find a reason to complain,” he replies. You roll your eyes, taking a sip and feeling the alcohol burn down your throat. You grimace before setting it back down on the table. “So what do you wanna do now, hm? Watch a movie? Make me watch you online shop?”

“Maybe I could put make up on you and do your hair,” you suggest.

It’s his turn to roll his eyes. “You say that everyone elses’ boy friends do this for them and yet, I feel as though I’m the only one.”

“Boyfriend?” you repeat, completely disregarding anything else he had said.

“Boy. Space. Friends,” he says before leaning back onto his hands. “Why? Do you wanna remove the space in between us?” he wiggles his eyebrows before swooping in close to you, noses bumping. You freeze at this. “What?” he smirks when you don’t push him away like usual. “You actually thinking about kissing me this time?”

You scoff, shaking your head and moving away from him. “Wang Linkai,” you scoff again. “You really are something else. You know that? Kiss you? My best friend? I’d rather eat sand or-“ You stop, looking at him and seeing the way his eyes cast down for a second. “What?”

He looks back up. “Nothing,” he says before pulling himself to his feet again. He stretches his arms over his head and yawns. “Come. Let’s go shop. Or something. I don’t know.” He shakes his head and reaches for his drink. Maybe he shouldn’t have poured so much alcohol into his drink. One sip and he’s already a mess. “What?” He notices you still haven’t moved from your spot on the floor. “Hurry up and put on your jacket. Or do I have to so it for you?” He makes a swipe to grab your arm but you pull back, holding it against your chest. “YN, what?” he sighs, a bit annoyed. “Are you mad at what I just did? Look, I’m sorry. Let’s just-“

“Linkai,” you frown. “Why do you look so sad?”

“It’s nothing,” he replies, walking around and looking for his keys.

“It’s doesn’t seem like nothing to you.” Your words are careful, almost as if you’re trying to find the right wire to cut in order for the bomb not to explode. It’s always like that when the two of you argue this deeply. And sadly, it always ends with somebody crying.

“Because it’s never anything to you!” he throws a hand down dramatically. “So like. Let’s go because I’m not going to do this today!”

“Do what today?” you ask, standing to your feet. He shakes his head and makes it towards the door when you grab his arm. He instantly spins around and pins you against the wall, arms encasing you. You narrow your eyes at him. “What’s your deal?” you huff.

“It’s not even a bit obvious to you?” He’s smiling like a deviant. Like you’re just playing into one of his cold jokes. “Are you really that stupid?”

“What did I do to you?” you cross your arms.

“Everything,” he says, eyes casting downwards. You feel your heart starting to hammer as you realize he’s staring right at your lips. “You waltz into my life and make it absolute hell. You expect me to just know what’s on your mind. You expect me to just know what makes you happy and what makes you sad. You expect me to just know these things and I don’t and it makes me so tired and yet...” he laughs coldly. “And yet when I look at you, I want to be defeated. I want to fall at my knees at your mercy. It’s been like this since the day we met.” His hand slowly makes its way up to your cheek, cupping the glowy red flesh between his fingers. “C’mon, YN. How should it be? What do I have to do to make you like me as much as I like you?”

“Linkai, you idiot! If you liked me, you should’ve just told me!” you pout.

“And then you would’ve found something to complain about then as well,” he rolls his eyes. “Honestly, YN. Just lighten up with me sometimes. I’m trying.”

“You’re always trying,” you smile. “That’s what I like about you.”

“You wanna know a secret?” he asks, leaning in closely. “I only try his hard for you.”

And as his lips finally land on yours, you realize that this is exactly how it should have been all along.

[verumfm]

━◈ WANTED CONNECTIONS ... four new ones have been added to the page!

there are tales of how dante masoe is searching for their childhood frenemy/rival, which is antagonistic in nature. the records show that they are about 25-29 years old and their photographs look like chelsea islan, jung hoyeon, deniz can aktas, michael evans behling, jane de leon, moon gayoung, madeleine madden, ozge yagiz, bright vachirawit, yamazaki kento, yuki kato, dylan wang, quintessa swindell, jessie mei li, khadijha red thunder, maris racal, mimi keene, cha eunwoo, cody christian, justin chien, samantha logan, fc ultimately utp. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: this muse would have grown up in cynefin along with dante. they probably share quite a few mutual friends too or were in the same circles growing up, but that’s the main reason why they (barely) tolerate each other. otherwise, they get quite competitive with each other and have always been that way, never really able to see eye to eye. whenever they’re alone, dante sees no need to sugarcoat the fact that they’re not exactly friendly with each other. why the two of them consider each other rivals is up for future discussion, but i would like the thinly veiled antagonism to be mutual.

there are tales of how dante & savina masoe is searching for their parents’ protege, which is up to player in nature. the records show that they are about 28-34 years old and their photographs look like daniel ezra, damson idris, hande ercel, oh sehun, apo nattawin, avan jogia, greta onieogou, bai lu, jaz sinclair, seo kang joon, kwon nara, kylie verzosa, alia bhatt, reina hardesty, kofi siriboe, lin yanjun, dev patel, lee junho, yang yang, zeng keni, fc ultimately utp. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin or liza at @kencanas or @svnblinds on tumblr (or via discord if you’re already a member) beforehand. this is their story so far: neither dante nor savina is very interested in taking over their parents’ textile business, something that has always been obvious on dante’s end and her best-kept secret on savina’s end. while this muse’s personality and their dynamic with the masoe siblings are largely up to player/discussion, one given thing about them is that they’re a key employee at the masoes’ small textile empire in the valley. they would be someone the masoe parents trust with their job and see a lot of potential in. should it come out that neither masoe siblings are continuing the family business, the burden of running it may just fall on this muse’s shoulders.

there are tales of how lintang aulia is searching for their elixirs teacher, which is platonic/transactional in nature. the records show that they are about 28+ years old and their photographs look like simone ashley, clark backo, fukushi sota, julie estelle, seo yeji, keith powers, lucien laviscount, melisa asli pamuk, adonis bosso, mike angelo, devery jacobs, ni ni, courtney eaton, jung hoyeon, medalion rahimi, mena massoud, himesh patel, may calamawy, woo dohwan, fc ultimately utp. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: despite their lack of affinity in khemia, lintang is also stupidly stubborn about feeling like they need to learn it. elixirs, especially, is something that they strongly think would be incredibly useful. now that they’re stuck in cynefin and working in verum, lintang would seek out someone who they think would be able to unofficially mentor them in the art. i imagine that the relationship is at least a touch positive, but how close they are is up for discussion, especially because this muse is largely utp. the only two things i require are that they were trained in elixirs and that they are either a verum staff/professor or cynefin resident. this connection can be taken in tandem with lintang’s regular contact or part-time employer, too.

there are tales of how lintang aulia is searching for their part-time employer, which is professional in nature. the records show that they are about 35+ years old and their photographs look like arifin putra, martin sensmeier, lim jiyeon, rege-jean page, kuroki meisa, aishwarya rai, keanu reeves, mahersala ali, elodie yung, dichen lachman, riz ahmed, gong yoo, qin lan, raymond ablack, deepika padukone, iko uwais, oliver jackson-cohen, gina torres, sanada hiroyuki, fc ultimately utp. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: while lintang mostly works at verum as an infirmary staff, she has a tendency of spreading herself too thin to keep herself occupied. so it’s no surprise that she’s taken to part-timing with a local doctor/healer/apothecary in town. everything about this muse is utp other than the fact that they must be a medic of some kind, as mentioned above. i imagine that lintang is determined to gain their respect and/or approval, but how the current relationship is can be discussed further. they just would have to be open enough to willingly let an outsider trapped in cynefin to currently work with them. this connection can also be taken in tandem with lintang’s elixirs teacher connection.

[chxseungyoun]

Lin Yanjun ♡ 》 Zipped Up

Pairing: Mute? Yanjun x Curious! Reader

Genre: Angsty, School AU, Romance

You were just any other student trying to survive hell school.

You were not outcasted or anything. In fact, you had your own circle of equally normal friends.

However, you were always fascinated with the different.

Specifically with one student.

Lin Yanjun, the son of the school director.

Extremely charming but extremely quiet.

Never had you heard him speak which led to students assuming that he was mute.

You actually tried to learn a few signs so you can talk to him somehow but whenever you tried to approach him, he was already out the door.

It was until you two got paired up for a project that required both of you to stay longer at school together.

You two had mostly talked through writing on a small notebook.

You found out how interesting he was as a person and you just hoped you came up as interesting as he was to you.

The best room to study after school was given the library but he always suggested for you two to study at the rooftop where no one heard.

You two eventually managed to go from strangers to 'kinda' friends.

It was until you had to go to the library before meeting with Yanjun.

You thought you had been dreaming.

Or was it more of a nightmare?

The school director was making out with the professor who gave you the project.

You were about to gasp in shock when you felt something cover over your mouth.

You looked up and saw Yanjun's unreadable expression. Was he sad? Was he upset? You couldn't tell.

Without another word, he dragged you to the rooftop.

There was silence.

Just like always but it had been much colder.

You didn't know what to do.

You just saw the school director committing adultery or something.

But then you glanced over to his son who seems unfazed by it.

It was until you heard him.

"He's been doing that for a while now. I would appreciate it if you just forget you saw anything." He bows and readies himself to leave but something in you stopped him.

"Y-you can talk?" Was the first thing that came into your mind and you could have sworn you saw him soften a bit.

"I always have. I just chose..not to say anything."

You knew there were two meanings to what he said.

You wanted to ask him.

How he felt. How he has lived with such secret but it was your turn to silent. Were you in the place to ask?

Before you could say anything, he had left and that was one of the things you had regretted.

That night, you wanted to contact him but he did not respond to any of your messages.

The next day, he seemed distant again. His eyes never wandered towards your direction even during the class you had a project with.

You could not bare acting like strangers anymore so right after class, you dragged him to the rooftop. Ignoring all the looks that were thrown at both of you.

"What are you doing..." he asked as soon as you two were alone.

"What am I doing? What are YOU doing?" You frowned at him and crossed your arms. "Why are you ignoring me now?"

"I..It's just supposed to be like that. You shouldn't hang with the likes of me..with the likes of my father." He said as he turned around to open the door.

"But you're not like him. You aren't your father, Yanjun. Do not keep his secrets because they are not your own." And you wish you could have held your tongue then.

Since it was then followed by a long silence.

"I am not like him." He repeated to himself.

"You know you deserve happiness too. Your father..may find happiness in something wrong but you shouldn't stop yourself from being happy as well."

It seemed like your words had gotten to him as you watch his hand slide down the door handle.

"How do I do that? Even if I was the director's son...I am already outcasted for being..mute. What more when they find out about...the darker secrets."

"Then you just don't have to listen to them. You are your own person, Yanjun. Nobody should dictate what you are and who you should be but you."

You just never knew how strong those words have left an impact on him.

Ten years later, he still had that engraved into him.

What only changed was that he grew up.

You grew up.

You grew up to be the mother to his children.

And he grew up to be the loyal husband to you and your children.

He never became like his father because of you.

[vermemesol]

MASTERLIST | College! AU | Nine Percent

This is a special masterlist for the College! AU series for Nine Percent.

 -> Normal Masterlist <-  In case you wanted to go there and not come here.

There are multiple endings to it, with different endings are different storylines.

Think of it like Mystic Messenger or something, like, you get to choose your preferred route so the first 4 parts are like day 1 of Mystic Messenger, it’s constant, non-changing.

However, not every member gets their own ending. You Zhang Jing and Wang Lin Kai (Xiao Gui) won’t be getting their own happy/bad ending because I can’t figure out how to make one for either of them. They will still be mentioned as like, maybe a wingman or something tho.

With each happy ending, Y/N might have to break other members heart too. But I won’t be spoiling anything, you’re gonna have to read it to find out. 

The endings have nothing to do with each other. 

And if Y/N is already with one of the members, the others will back off automatically, that’s like, basic rules please, you don’t flirt with your bro’s girlfriend. If you do, sucks to be an asshole. 

Please read the first 4 parts before choosing your preferred ending. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Endings : Cai Xu Kun

Fan Cheng Cheng

Latest Update : 19.04.2020 @ GMT+8 0504

[honeyforzhixie]

Remember me? - Prologue ii

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Summary: y/n is Asia’s most recognized fashion stylist, famous for being the youngest person to dress one of the best Vogue covers in the world. But as much as everyone thinks to know her story, there’s one secret no one knows. Because back when she was nobody she met someone that changed her heart. Someone who she chose to let go of.

Two years after they disbanded Nine Percent reunites for an anniversary comeback and they desperately need someone to style them. Fate brings her and the boy she knew back together. But will it be too late now?

 (previous) · (next) · masterlist ☆ Hope you enjoyed it!! ☆ I’m trying so hard to not clutter your dashboard but I can’t shorten the story more than this or it won’t make sense T-T If you don’t like seeing these long ass posts (which I totally get) filter the tag #remember me lyj 

[xxdreaminadream]

I would like a reaction to Yanjun finding out you are Bi. I wonder what his reaction would be.

a/n: hi!! thanks for requesting!! i miss the ips1 era so much.....omg who remembers yanjun during the 零 stage 😭 epic i fell in love in .2s

pairing: yanjun x female reader

genre: fluff?

trigger warning: gay

tbh

you weren't that scared of coming out

yanjun is easily the most supportive mf out there

the problem was just.

how?

when?

h o w?

you were so stressed about how to tell him about your bisexuality, just because you didn't want to ruin any moments.

after being tired of waiting for the "right" moment,

you decided that it had lasted for too long and that you should just tell him.

because lies are not good, fellas.

i should be a philosopher

nvm

you were in your apartment, walking around in the living room, visibly stressed and bothered.

yanjun finished working, and he would be home in a minute.

after thinking another time about how to declare this to him, you heard the sound of a key entering the door's lock. the tingling sound of the keys made you jump, as it brutally dragged you back to reality.

- honey, i'm home! yanjun's joyful voice made its way through your ears, and you suddenly felt less more stressed about your announcement. you smiled at him and felt your heartbeat slowing down.

"it's just yanjun", you thought. "nothing bad can happen."

- yanjun? i have something to tell you. your face was a little bit less joyful than the second before. yanjun started to frown.

- oh really? is it important? because i have something to tell you too actually. his face was closed and you could feel that he became instantly tense. he shoved both of his hands in his jacket's pockets.

- it's important, but if you have anything to say-

- ladies first. what do you have to tell me?

the pressure and tension came back in your body, as you cleared your throat before speaking.

- uh well yanjun, i wanted to tell you this since a while and... i'm bisexual.

as you said those words, you heard yanjun laughing. was the source of his laughter nervousness or sheer amusement? no idea. but he was laughing and you didn't really appreciated it.

- what's so funny yanjun?

he couldn't stop laughing, and he proceeded to grab your arms to hug you, and his laughter gradually stopped.

- well, first of all, i'm sorry. i thought you were about to break up with me and i got scared. and when you said you were bisexual, i couldn't help but laugh because it's the last thing i would blame you for. i mean, girls are so hot, i totally understand.

both of you started laughing again, as the heavy tension was fading.

- but what did you want to tell me? you asked, quite curious.

yanjun took a step back, and looked at you with a sneaky smile while shoving once again his hands in his pockets.

- so, we've been dating for a pretty long time right? and i realised we've never travelled together. remember when you told me you wanted us to go to paris together? well, i got us plane tickets to paris for tonight. so baby, you better hurry up and pack your stuff right away, because we are leaving in two hours!

you let out a little scream because of the news, and jumped into your boyfriend's arms.

- you scared me so much, said yanjun. your timing for your little announcement was a little bit off, in my opinion, he stated in a laugh.