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chxseungyoun · 6 years ago

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Lin Yanjun ✨ 》

Genre: Hogwarts AU, Fluff, Mild Angst

Pairing: Slytherin! Keeper Yanjun x Gryffindor! Chaser Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"WHY ARE YOU HERE-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You...do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lovingstares · 6 years ago

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lin yanjun; stranded

pairing; lin yanjun x reader

⇢ word count; 2.3k

⇢ genre; office au, CEO au, fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have favorite cars?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So the car broke down?” He asked.

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

A pause, “...Which is driving?”

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t like sweets.

So what was he talking about?

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

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

“Are you okay?”

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

Wait. Did I just—?

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

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

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

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

“Like where?”

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

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

And then I remembered. And I stopped.

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

“Yeah, I just remembered something.”

He smiled, “What did you remember?”

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

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

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

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

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alpxcamin · 6 years ago

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Forget Me Not pt.2

Requested?: Kind of? Quite a few of you wanted a second part lol

Words: 5.3k

Group: Nine Percent

Member(s): Yanjun

A/N: Read part 1 before you read this! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it ;)))

It wasn’t until you had passed that Yanjun finally realized just how much you meant to him. His best friend in the entire world, someone who he had taken for granted, you were his everything. He craved your presence, your smile, your touch. He misses you more than anything, more than anyone. Yanjun had locked himself in for weeks, mourning over you the whole entire time. He didn’t even go out to buy food or get any necessities. All of yours and his friends had visited him often, but he would just be sulking or crying the whole time they were there. They brought him food and other essentials, but every time they returned when they thought he needed more, they noticed that he hadn’t touched anything. He had even gotten sick one of those weeks; he caught a cold and coughed an awful lot. Luckily, he was able to get over the fever thanks to the help of his friends delivering medicine. However, he still wasn’t fully well...maybe because he didn’t want to. Perhaps, he thought that if he died of this sickness, he could join you wherever you were.

All Yanjun could do was scroll through your phone, which he luckily was able to have, and scrolled through your old conservations with him. All he could do was to scroll and cry himself to sleep. He just missed you. It was nearing the day of your funeral and Yanjun cried more than ever. However, he took the time to finally clean himself up and take care of his needs. He wanted to be a better version of himself for your funeral. He wanted you to know that he was doing fine, even if he really wasn’t. For the first time in weeks, he stepped out of the house. He had rung up a few of his friends, thanking them for taking care of him despite mourning over you as well. He was more than grateful when Ansheng had offered to help him clean up. She told him she would be over soon so he took a quick shower, which was rare for him, and he cleaned up all his tissues. A knock was heard and Yanjun hesitantly shuffles towards the door. He squinted his eyes at the brightness of the outdoors when he opened the door. Finally adjusting to the light, he looks down to see Ansheng, offering a supportive smile. “H-hey...come in. Sorry, it’s messy,” Yanjun sighs, welcoming her in, kicking away a few stray tissues he had missed earlier. “My goodness. Let’s start with opening all your blinds and windows,” Ansheng shakes her head, marching towards the window. Soon enough, all the curtains were pushed aside and the windows were wide open, letting in the fresh summer breeze. Yanjun was already beginning to feel better. Finally, for the first time since your death, Yanjun smiles. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles he gave his friends when they dropped food off for him, it was a genuine smile. “Look, I know you’re still mourning and all and you have every right to, but think about it this way. Y/n wouldn’t want you to be like this. I know it. Even if I only met her that one time, I know she wouldn’t want you to stay like this,” Ansheng reasons. “You’re right,” Yanjun quietly nods. “Alright, go get dressed because I’m taking you out,” Ansheng smiles, patting him on the back. --- “Eat up. You need to eat,” Ansheng encourages. “I know...this burger just reminds me of all the midnight snack runs I had with y/n,” Yanjun sadly stares at his cooling burger. “Think about it this way. Y/n wants you to cherish all the good times you had with her. She wouldn’t want you to make it all sad and gloomy,” Ansheng takes a sip of her drink. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” Yanjun groans, lowering his head. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Eat up because we’re going to get you a nice suit for the funeral,” Ansheng smiles kindly, causing a small blush to rise on Yanjun’s sunken cheeks. After eating, as Ansheng promised, she took Yanjun to get a new suit. Although it was a quick trip since Yanjun was literally about to cry as soon as he chose the suit, he really had to admit that getting out of his house made him feel a lot happier. With the positive coaching of Ansheng, he learned to keep the happy memories happy rather than twisting them and making them darker than they really are. “Hey, thank you so much for today. Thank you for taking care of me,” Yanjun smiles at the younger girl, bowing deeply as a thank you. “No problem. I’m always here for you, you know?” Ansheng chuckles. “Seriously though. I don’t think I would have gotten out of this hell hole if it weren’t for you,” Yanjun comedically points to his house. The dark night and sparkling stars filled the sky. The cool summer breeze blew gently around the two. Now that Yanjun had gone out, he really didn’t want to go back into his house. However, Ansheng needed to go home and they both needed to sleep after a long day. “I’ll come by tomorrow, yeah? We can revamp your house. Get rid of some old things,” the shorter girl shyly brushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. “That would be nice,” Yanjun nods, twisting the doorknob, opening the door, “Goodnight. Get home safely.” “Thanks. See you tomorrow,” Ansheng happily waves, making her way back to her car. When Yanjun sees that she has driven away, he closes the door and flips on the light switch. He had to admit that he had a good day today, especially since his crush came by and dragged him out. “Y/n, I hope I didn’t disappoint you,” he whispers to himself, glancing over at a picture frame of the two of you from a couple summers ago. Despite that picture being only a couple years old, the two of you looked a lot younger. The picture was taken at the same beach he had taken you the day you passed. Both him and you were clad in your swimsuits and you were on his back. You were on his back, holding up a peace sign, smiling so brightly. Your legs were wrapped around his torso and he supported you with one arm, his other was holding a peace sign, matching yours. Looking at the photo always made him cry, but tonight, it made him smile. He was grateful for the time he had with you. Despite knowing that he was the one that pretty much killed you, he also knew that you would never want him to blame himself. “See you soon,” he sadly whispered to the photo before cleaning up and heading to bed. --- A loud knock woke Yanjun from his deep slumber. Groaning quietly, he tosses his blankets off and trudging towards the door. Opening it, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He was way underdressed, hair a mess, and there was probably drool on his face. “Looks like you just woke up, huh,” Ansheng’s cute giggle made Yanjun blush. “Yeah, your knocking woke me up,” he huffs, hiding his pink face behind his hands. “I’m sorry,” she chuckles, letting herself in. “It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting you this early. Let me go get cleaned up,” he closes the door behind her. “Yanjun, it’s almost afternoon,” Ansheng laughs, pointing at the clock. Yanjun’s eyebrows shot up and he whipped around to look at the clock. She was right, it was almost the afternoon. He was sleeping so soundly. It was the best sleep he has had in weeks. Shyly, he laughs along before heading to the bathroom to clean up. “Do you want to go out for lunch?” Ansheng asks when Yanjun steps out the bathroom. “Sure,” Yanjun shrugs, picking up the jacket that he found laying on the couch. “We can buy some new things for your house on the way back...Yanjun?” Ansheng pauses when she notices Yanjun had frozen in place. Yanjun hadn’t even realized that he had one of your jackets in your house. He picked it up, thinking it was his, but it wasn’t. He bit his lip, not wanting to cry. He desperately tried to blink the tears away, but now he couldn’t get your face out of his head. A gentle touch brought him back from his thoughts. “We should probably get her things out of your house,” Ansheng’s quiet voice soothes him. “Sorry,” he sniffs, dropping the jacket back down onto the couch. Ansheng simply slides her small hands into his bigger one, giving it a comforting squeeze. Hand in hand, they exit Yanjun’s dark house and into Ansheng’s car. Yanjun leans against the window as they drove in comfortable silence, quiet music playing in the background. Closing his eyes, Yanjun thought back to the last day he spent with you. He was the one driving while you sat next to him, music playing softly in the background. Taking a deep breath, Yanjun opened his eyes again. The car stops and he notices that they’ve arrived at his favorite cafe...well it was your favorite so he decided that it would be his favorite as well. “This was y/n’s favorite cafe…”Yanjun sadly stares at the strangers piling in and out. “Oh, I’m sorry, you told me it was your favorite so I thought it would cheer you up a little. I didn’t know. Do you want to go somewhere else?” Ansheng apologizes, starting the car again. “No, it’s okay. It was my favorite too,” Yanjun smiles weakly, shaking his head. Ansheng nods, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. The two of them exited the car and entered the cafe. It was just as warm and cozy as Yanjun remembered, but it felt empty without you next to him. One of the baristas recognized him and waved at Yanjun. He shyly waves back and leads Ansheng to the front. The barista seemed to look confused when he sees that you weren’t there with him. “Hey, I haven’t seen you and y/n in a while. How’re you doing?” Zhengting, the barista, asks innocently. Yanjun chuckles sadly, “Y/n passed away a few weeks ago. That’s why we haven’t been here in a while.” “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Zhengting looks down sadly, “I didn’t know.” “It’s fine,” Yanjun offers a smile, “Can I get my regular?” “Of course, and for the lady?” Zhengting looks up again, smiling. Ansheng hesitates a little and Yanjun orders for her instead, “Get her y/n’s regular.” “Gotcha. It’ll be on the house. Please tell y/n I said goodbye,” Zhengting pats Yanjun on the shoulder before typing in their order. “Thank you,” Yanjun smiles before leading Ansheng to yours and his corner of the cafe. “You guys are pretty close, huh? That Zhengting guy seems nice,” Ansheng offers a cute smile. “Yeah. Y/n and I come here pretty often. Everything is so good here so I really hope you like it,” Yanjun hopefully looks at the girl in front of him. He couldn’t help but see a glimpse of you in Ansheng’s face and he quickly shakes it off, boldly reaching for her hand. Ansheng notices and takes his hand in hers, rubbing her thumbs comfortingly over the back of his hands. The food and drinks came quickly and Yanjun and Ansheng chatted away happily. Before they knew it, both of them had finished their food. Deciding it was time to head back, they waved goodbye to Zhengting and left the cafe. “Did you like it?” Yanjun asks excitedly. “Yeah, it was really good. Although y/n and I seem to have different tastes in drinks,” Ansheng chuckles. “Oh, yeah. Y/n really likes sweet things. I forgot you don’t have much of a sweet tooth,” Yanjun sheepishly laughs. “It’s okay. I enjoyed it nonetheless,” Ansheng shakes her head, opening the car door. The two of them made short stops to a couple stores, purchasing some new home decor before finally heading back to Yanjun’s house. --- “Alright, before we start decorating, we should probably get rid of the old stuff,” Ansheng suggests. “I agree,” Yanjun nods, setting the bags down. “Do you have any boxes? We can donate some things too,” Ansheng looks around the house. “I think I have a couple from when I first moved in still. Y/n and I wanted to make a fort at some point,” Yanjun makes his way to find the boxes, “I guess that didn’t happen.” There was a moment of silence. Yanjun came back with the box and unfolds them, placing them in the middle of the living room. Ansheng takes a deep breath before making a bold decision. “I think you should throw away anything you have that belongs to y/n,” she boldly states. “What?” Yanjun looks up shocked. “This way you won’t have a constant reminder,” Ansheng picks up your jacket from this morning, carefully folding it and placing it in one of the boxes. Yanjun watches as Ansheng reaches for a nearby marker and writing your name in bold font on the box before hesitantly replying, “Y-you’re right.” “Let’s get started?” Ansheng smiles, putting the marker back. Yanjun nods and decides to start in his bedroom as Ansheng continues cleaning his living room. Throughout the cleaning, Yanjun finally realizes just how many of your things are at his place. It saddens him that Ansheng had suggested that he threw it all away, but he knew she was just trying to help him. Finally finishing his bedroom, he carries all of your clothes that you had left here by accident and dumps it into the box with your jacket. “Hey, that was pretty quick,” Ansheng walks out of the kitchen with one of your mugs. “Oh, that’s actually my cup. Y/n gave it to me,” Yanjun points at the mug in her hands. “Sorry, I’ll put it back,” Ansheng quickly places it back on the shelf. Both Yanjun and Ansheng continue cleaning until all the rooms were finally free of trash and free of your things. Neither of them had noticed that the time had passed so quickly and it was nearly nine at night already. Ordering takeout, the pair sat on the couch, chatting quietly. “Oh yeah. I think this is y/n’s phone?” Ansheng pulls out your phone from her pocket, “I found it in the guest room.” “C-can I keep that?” Yanjun hesitantly asks, reaching for the phone. “You don’t have to ask me,” Ansheng chuckles, handing him the phone. Yanjun slips it into his pocket, patting it a couple of times. That would be the one thing he had to keep if he were to throw away everything else that was yours. There were a lot of memories in your phone that he couldn’t bear to toss. “By the way, it’s pretty late. Do you want to just stay the night?” Yanjun shyly suggests. Anshen seemed a little shocked, blushing a little even, “O-oh. If you don’t mind.” “I offered. Besides, I wouldn’t be a very nice...friend...if I let you go back home this late by yourself,” Yanjun chokes over the word ‘friend’. “Thank you,” Ansheng pulls Yanjun into a tight hug. He prays that she couldn’t hear his heart pounding. Oh, how he wished she liked him instead of Maotong. This must have been what it felt like for you and he immediately pulls away from the hug. Guilt began settling in and he stands up, quickly excusing himself to the bathroom. “Damn it, Yanjun. What are you getting yourself into,” he mutters to himself, splashing some cold water on his face. He blankly stares at his reflection for a few seconds. He swore he briefly saw your reflection next to his own, smiling brightly with a toothbrush in your hand and toothpaste all over your lips. He quietly chuckles to himself before stepping out. The smell of the take out made his stomach grumble and he quickly makes his way to the kitchen where he sees that Ansheng had set up the meal for the both of them. He gladly sits in the seat next to hers and they began eating, at first silently, but soon followed by old stories, terrible jokes, and laughing until they nearly toppled over. --- Yanjun gave one last look at your contents in that box before sealing it shut with some tape. Taking a deep breath, he carefully dropped the box in. He really wanted to keep your things, but he knew it was for the better if he tossed them out. Waving wearily, he left the box and left, shutting the door behind him.It will be a new beginning, Yanjun decided. Ansheng and Yanjun spent their days together, Ansheng cheering Yanjun up and Yanjun keeping her company. Yanjun was delighted at the fact that he could get so close to his crush. He was even able to convince her to cuddle with him despite still being slightly sick. Before they knew it, the day of your funeral had arrived. Rather than feeling all depressed and hopeless like he had expected, he was happy and at peace. Ansheng had helped him realize that you wouldn’t want to see him in the state he was in before. He wanted to be happy for you and now he finally was. However, there was another reason behind his happiness. The night before, the two were huddled together on the couch, watching a movie when Ansheng had unexpectedly confessed her budding feelings to Yanjun. He was more than ecstatic, but Ansheng asked if they could take it slow since she didn’t want either of them to get their feelings mixed up because of the recent event of your death. It was one step forward enough for Yanjun and the two of them drifted off to sleep, cuddling on the couch. “Ready?” Ansheng gently knocks on the bathroom door, waiting for Yanjun’s reply. “Just finished,” he opened the door, his smirk of a smile on his handsome face. “Let’s go. For closure,” Ansheng offers a charming smile of her own. Ansheng drove them both to the funeral. They had gotten there a little early so they decided to just wait in the car. Windows rolled down, soft music playing, summer breeze flowing through their hair, Ansheng and Yanjun sat in comfortable silence. Bravely, Yanjun slowly crept his hand closer and closer to Ansheng’s. He stiffened a little when he finally touched her pinky. He was about to pull away when he felt her hand slip into his and gave his hand a tight squeeze. He smiled, blood rushing to his cheeks. Unfortunately, a sudden cough from the boy shattered the mood and they both awkwardly pulled their hands away. “You’re still sick, huh?” Ansheng asks worriedly. “Yeah...it’s just a mild cough now though,” Yanjun sighs, ruffling his hair. “Hopefully it’ll get better soon,” Ansheng nods, then pointing outside, “I think they’re coming now. Let’s go.” Hand-in-hand, Yanjun and Ansheng made their way to the cemetery. Yanjun felt his throat tighten his breathing becoming uneven. Maybe he wasn’t ready to face you again after all. However, with a light squeeze from Ansheng, he was able to calm himself down. The ceremony passed quickly and Yanjun was barely able to finish his eulogy before breaking down in tears. He could feel your presence around him and it tugged at his heart. He wished he could have given you what Ansheng had given him. Unfortunately, it was too late. “Thank you for everything, y/n. I wish I could’ve given more to you...I love you,” Yanjun whispers as your casket slowly descends into the massive hole on the ground. Closing his eyes, a small smile appeared on his face when he thought back to all the good memories you and he shared. He felt Ansheng lean into him and he opened his eyes. Looking down, he notices that she had been looking at him. The two of them share a quiet giggle, before saying their last goodbyes. --- Soon, summer was over and Yanjun and Ansheng had begun their new relationship. Yanjun couldn’t have been happier and he knew that you were happy as well. The couple would often visit your grave for a chat or to pay their respects. Today, they were going to tell you about their relationship. “Hey, y/n. How are you?” Yanjun asks, taking a seat on the grassy floor. Ansheng sits down next to him after brushing away a couple of fallen leaves, “I hope you’re doing well.” “We have some news for you...even though I think you already know what it is,” Yanjun chuckles, “Well, Ansheng and I are dating now. Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’...okay?” A cool breeze brushed past the couple, causing them to laugh. They knew it was you and they were glad that you approved. After chatting for a good hour, the couple decided that it was time to head back. The sun was setting earlier and earlier, the cool, fall breeze got colder. The months passed quickly and the couple’s relationship had never been better. It was spring and the two of them laid in bed, cuddling face-to-face. Ansheng suddenly buries her face into the crook of Yanjun’s neck. He could feel her warm breath tickling him and he pulled her closer. “I...I love you, Yanjun,” Ansheng mumbles. He could feel her cheeks heating up against his skin and he tensed up, despite being drunk with sleepiness. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth and his eyes drooped. He hoped she knew that she felt the same way. Finally, after a good few minutes, half asleep, Yanjun finally speaks up. “I love you too,” he whispers, drifting off to sleep. --- Yanjun woke up feeling sick to his stomach and deep, aching pain in his chest. Gasping desperately, he peeled himself away from Ansheng, waking her up in the process. He could barely hear her concerned voice as he stumbles his way to the bathroom. Dropping to his knees, he grips the bowl of the toilet, feeling as if he were about to throw up. Instead, he dropped to the ground, unconscious. A soft beeping woke Yanjun up. There was a deep pain throughout his whole body. Groaning, he forced his eyes to open and to his surprise, was greeted by an unfamiliar face. “It’s good to see that you’re fully conscious now. I’ll give you some time to fully wake while I debrief what’s going on with Ansheng. Just press that button with the nurse on it when you feel like you’re ready,” the doctor informed, pointing vaguely to the right of Yanjun. The doctor left and he sat up on his bed. Ansheng rushed over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving, muttering about how he should have told her he was still sick earlier. Sighing, Yanjun’s eyes lazily rolled to the right of him. He reached for the cup and took a sip of water, but nearly spitting it out. There you were, sitting on the uncomfortable looking couch right next to his bed. You looked over and smiled at him. He missed that bright smile of yours. Blinking a couple of times, your figure disappears and he regrets ever blinking. He has had a few hallucinations after your death. He saw you everywhere and it brought him comfort. After he chugged the whole cup of water down, Yanjun pressed the little button to his right as instructed by the doctor. As soon as he pressed it, the doctor came in, Ansheng slowly trailing behind him looking upset and crying. “What’s wrong with me?” Yanjun swallows harshly. The doctor sighs, “You have hanahaki, Mr. Lin. Several actions may be taken from this point. You can either get the person you love to love you back or you can surgically remove the flowers. However, if you get them surgically removed, your feelings for that person will disappear along with the flowers–” “Wait. I have what?” Yanjun interrupts, standing up, “Hanahaki? I haven’t coughed up any flowers yet! Besides, Ansheng and I love each other...I think you’ve got it wrong, doctor.” “Mr. Lin, please calm down,” the doctor replies calmly, but coldly, “I’ll answer your questions one by one. Would you like for Ansheng to stay?” “Yeah, I don’t see why not,” Yanjun sits back down, eyeing his girlfriend who had her arms folded and head down. “Okay, what would you like to know first?” the doctor asked, slipping his pen back into his chest pocket. “If I have hanahaki, then why haven’t I been coughing up any flowers?” Yanjun asks, suspicious. “That is a good question. Well, one doesn’t start coughing up flowers until they are aware of the feelings they have for the other person,” the glares. “Aware…?” Yanjun furrows his brow, rapidly blinking. “I’ll leave you two to discuss. Press that button when you’re done,” the doctor sighs, leaving the couple alone. “You don’t even know, Yanjun?” Ansheng asks, coldly, barely lifting her head. “Ansheng, what’s going on?” Yanjun stands up to pull her closer. She pushes him away. “Yesterday night. You confirmed it yourself,” she glares at him, tears streaming down her face. “Last n-night?” he slowly backs away as she shoves him back onto the bed. “Every night I would wake up to you mumbling ‘I love you’ and I thought it was directed at me so I confessed last night. You said ‘I love you too...y/n’. Y/n...it’s always been her. I should’ve known. Y/n this, y/n that. Everything is about her! You never did love me–or even like me at all!” Ansheng screams, hitting Yanjun’s chest in between each word. Everything hit Yanjun at once. His true feelings, the flowers, the regret. He couldn’t even hear Ansheng screaming at him and he barely felt her fists pounding against him. He felt a tickle in his throat and he coughed. Flowers, gorgeous assorted flowers, flew straight out of his mouth, shocking both him and Ansheng. She backed away, a hand over her gaping mouth. Yanjun felt as if all his limbs were frozen. “A-Ansheng...I’m so...sorry,” he barely chokes out after a silent few minutes. He reaches out, but she shoves him away again, “Don’t even start. I’m heading home. Tell the doctor yourself,” she spits. Ansheng angrily storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Yanjun collapses back onto the bed. He slowly sat up, only to start coughing again. He manages to calm himself, but there was already a sea of flowers and flower petals lying around him. He didn’t know when, but he had started to cry. Picking up the flowers, he slowly examined them one by one after wiping his tears away. Anemones, pink carnations, and the flower that he could never wash from his mind, forget me nots, laid around him, decorating the boring, white hospital floor and bed. He weakly reached for his phone, barely grasping hit. Fingers shaking, he searches for each flower. Anemones - forsaken Pink Carnations - “I’ll never forget you” Forget Me Nots - true and undying love Sobbing, Yanjun tossed his phone aside. He knew exactly why he had coughed up those flowers. He coughed up anemones because you had abandoned him on this earth after your death. He coughed up pink carnations because he knows he won’t ever be able to forget you. He coughed up forget me nots because his love for you was true and undying. --- “I’ll get the surgery for you, Ansheng. Please, have faith in me...in us again,” Yanjun gently holds the girl’s delicate hands. After their new discovery of Yanjun’s terminal “disease”, the two had stayed clear from each other for a little while. Ansheng couldn’t bear the sight nor sound of him coughing up the flowers. She had to get away and Yanjun understood. However, she came around a few days later and the two talked about it. Ansheng had urged Yanjun to get the surgery. She didn’t want to see her love suffering over someone who was long dead. Summer was nearing and Yanjun could feel his body deteriorating slowly and painfully. Every day, he would cough up more and more petals and the flowers would just come up more intact than the last. Thankfully, the two agreed on surgically removing the nasty, yet beautiful flowers. So, Yanjun took himself to the hospital and tried to relax. Ansheng was the first person he saw after waking up. He smiled and she returned it, pulling him into a deep kiss. Finally, it was peace at last. --- “Y/n, I’m here by myself today. You’re doing fine I hope?” Yanjun sadly kneels in front of your headstone. A gentle breeze brushed past him and he smiled, “Well, it’s officially been a year without you.” Yanjun pauses, swallowing harshly. The hot, summer sun beat down through the trees, but he couldn’t help but shiver. “I still miss you, you know. I miss you a lot,” Yanjun sniffs, wiping a stray tear. Taking a deep breath, Yanjun shuts his eyes tightly for a few seconds before opening them again. There you were, sitting peacefully in front of him on your grave. You smiled at him and he smiled back. “I...I have a secret to tell you,” he leans in, desperate for your touch. Your ghostly form cutely tilted your head to one side, signaling for him to continue. Yanjun felt himself burning up inside. He chuckles, reconsidering his words. He bit his lips, trying to prevent himself from spilling anything out, but it was too late. He burst. A plethora of colorful flowers flew out through his plump lips. He couldn’t stop them anymore. He couldn’t hold in the secret anymore. He never got the surgery. Yanjun felt himself weakening. He reached out, but your ghostly form had disappeared long ago. Collapsing, his vision was blurred with tears. Yanjun tried to prop himself up with his shaking arms. He felt warm liquid dribble from his mouth, dotting the flowers on the ground with his red blood. Yanjun couldn’t help but smile. Smirking one last time he collapsed and with his last breath, he whispered only words you could hear. “I never stopped loving you.” --- There he lay, right next to your grave, his sparkling eyes shut closed, a serene look on his face, his signature smirk now permanent on his fresh corpse. An assortment of anemones, pink carnations, and forget me nots scattered all around him. Some of the flowers had been whisked over on top of your grave from the cool summer breeze. The shiny, red droplets of blood shone under the bright summer sun. It was a peaceful summer.

~Admin Liz ♡

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cailopsia-blog · 6 years ago

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little by little

word count: 711

pairing: lin yanjun x reader

prompt: cats, coffee, sleep

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

4:16 PM // cats

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

“...what are you afraid of, then?” ( anything? anything at all? ) you lean forward on the park bench. elbows propped on your thighs. eyes wandering, drifting aimlessly, then finally landing on him.

“we all have our fears.” he’s gentle in the way he speaks, his fingers even gentler in the way they unpeel the plastic slips from a few pokémon band-aids and smooth them over the cuts and scratches you received on your knees from falling over. you yelp, none-too-quietly, when he presses his thumb over the bandage on your ankle. “i’m scared of heights, my cousin’s cooking, and… that you might’ve sprained your ankle.”

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

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

7:38 PM // coffee

you’re sixteen and on your way home from a coffee date with a boy whose voice sounds like sunshine and honey, tangibly warm and sweet.

but you find him a tad too sweet—or perhaps, just too unlike yanjun.

you berate yourself quietly for not giving your date a fair, fighting chance and for thinking about yanjun again, but how could you not when you’ve been best friends with the boy for nine years and in love with him for six? you recall how some twenty nights ago, he kissed you for the first time and promised you stars, only to leave you to become one.

1:41 AM // sleep

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

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

“why? is everything okay?”

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

the line goes silent and yanjun closes his eyes. runs a hand through his dishevelled pre-tour black, now strawberry blonde hair. he’s already picturing it. the way resignation flickers across your face, how you’ll crinkle your nose and sigh before telling him that it’s okay because that’s just what you do. he listens to the sound of you thinking, your bed sheets rustling as you prepare yourself for yet another night alone.

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

“mm?”

“it’s always been about me,” he begins, his voice coming out slow and measured as he searches for the right words. they all taste like ashes in his mouth and it takes everything in him to keep them crowded at the tip of his tongue. he can’t swallow them like he usually does—he can’t stomach his own selfishness anymore. “and it shouldn’t be like this. like you waiting, always waiting, never knowing when i’m coming home or when i’m leaving.”

“yanjun, it’s—“

“no, this... this isn’t okay. this shouldn’t have ever been okay with you. when i’m home this time, things are gonna change. i won’t go��i refuse to go on another tour for at least six months because as much as my fans want to see me, i want to see you. i need you.”

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

“yes, and i haven’t given—“

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

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

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

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

< end call >

a few hours later

he returns home at 5am, beat and worn to the core, from his group’s tour to find you just as you were when he left, sound asleep, tucked under layers of ivory down duvets and between stretches of dreamscapes he always hopes he’s in. “i’m home, baby.”

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

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chocafe · 6 years ago

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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.”

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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

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yeongwonhi-nuna · 6 years ago

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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.”

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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

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evanismfic · 6 years ago

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half - agony. chapter one.

第一章 . BACOPA ( 假馬齒莧 )

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

pairing: yanjun x f!reader

genre: historical, royals au

word count: 6855

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the boy came back a week later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

When puberty hit, things only got more confusing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As you wish.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is he really so busy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You tried to protest, only to get plowed over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Clearly.”

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

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

This is not the universe correcting its course.

But still, you have to wonder.

“Why me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You were not informed of why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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foxjasminnie · 6 years ago

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Fated Blood Chapter 3

Pairing: Reader x Yanjun

Genre: Fantasy, Fluff,possibly some smut

Photo credit to yanjuns weibo

The music pounded loudly as y/n matched her moves to the rhythm,creating a sensual yet powerful choreography. Her old teacher Yixing always lectured her about balance, so she quickly became a expert. That was the reason she loved her job, teaching young vampires who wanted to become celebrities how to express themselves through movement like yixing did. To one day have a student think of her as the way she was inspired by him. Little did she know however that her every move was being watched intensely. She had a feeling someone was there but as she glanced around all she saw was herself i the mirror.

He couldn't help but not interupt, he was enjoying the view too much. Watching her body wave down to the floor, his thoughts couldn't help but take a naughtier turn. He wanted nothing more than to slowly remove her clothes and bit into her pale neck.

'Dancing with your silhouette, in the places that we met. Ooh trying to find you in the moon'

Echoed through the room as he emerged from the shadows with an all too cheeky grin.

"You don't have to find me in the moon, I'll always be right infront of you babe." Yanjun winked

"Well well well look what the cat dragged in, if i didn't know any better i would say you have become my stalker Mr Lin."

She laughed checking out the young male. He was dressed in a long white sleevless top with exposing his perfectly shaped muscles and tight black jeans. The look certainly complimented his dark red eyes. Although caught off guard by his sudden prescence y/n couldn't help but admire his him. She couldn't denie he was a beauty but the words of Xukun echoed into her head, disrupting those thoughts from going any further. He's a casanova.

"I'd like to think it's our fated blood bringing us together, instead of me."

"What are you doing here anyway? This isn't a playground, i have a student comming any minute."

"He's already here gorgeous" he beamed his dimples towards her.

"Of course he is."

Y/n rolled her eyes at the situation but then decided she could have some fun herself with this situation. If she was going to play with him she knew exactly what choreography to teach. First however she decided to torture him with an intense 15 minute warm up and work out, which left the young vampire trying to catch his breath.

"Too much work for you cutie?" She teased

"Never, but i know i can tire you out in a different way."

Yanjun winked and quickly chugged a small vile of blood he pulled out from his pocket. Within the next minute he was fully recharged and worse than ever.

"See babe, I can go at it lots of times" he winked again causing y/n to roll her eyes.

She switched the music to start playing Trouble makers 'There is no tomorrow'. Yanjun caught onto the choreo at a fast pace and before she knew it was adding his own flare to the dance. She didnt expect him to be this good. The firey gaze on his face as his body matched the beat to her own, which took her as a surprise. She had always been comfortable with Xukuns body complimenting hers and yet just as comfortable around Yanjun.

As his hand slid down her thigh in the dance break, her heart started to beat fast and a small blush creeped up onto her cheeks. She had never been this flustered with Xukun, what was wrong with her today? As the dance ended he dipped y/n back and pulled her body close to his, resulting in a light gasp from y/n. His eyes were staring intently down at hers as he moved his pale pink lips closer to hers. Just before they could meet y/n had snapped out of her frozen state.

"Well you've had enough fun for one day mister." She laughed.

" Damn and i thought the beauty was finally falling for the beast. I have to say, you definitely have to be a 9 out of 10 because I'm the 1 your missing." He winked

"You would be so lucky for that line to ever work." Y/n smirked.

Y/n had no idea what had come over her. She was meant to be using this time to tease and play around with him and yet she was the one blushing. Damn the blood still pumping inside my veins, she thought. Yanjun was just standing silently studying every part of her with one of the cheekiest grins. He knew his plan was starting to work and it was full proof. Thanks to the information from a reluctant Ziyang. But Yanjun had dirt on him that even he had to give in and help. Whilst Y/n was turned around tidying up the studio Yanjun quickly made his way behind her,wrapping his arms around her chest.

"Don't you know the meaning of personal space?"

"You seemed to be enjoying mine earlier."

Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Your class is over, time for you to go."

"I'm waiting for my takeout" Yanjun exclaimed.

"What takeout? You don't even eat human food." Y/n stood there confused.

"Our future"

Yanjun smirked as he whispered his response in her ear. Sending shivers down her spine.

"Guess you'll be waiting a long time, that takeout is non existant."

"I can wait an eternity for you princess, i have all the time in the world."

Y/n faked vomited at the cheesiness, before struggling out of his grasp. Much to his dissatisfaction. Guess the battle is still to be won. He thought.

"How do you have so many lines? And how do they even work?"

"I'm irresistible that's why."

Yanjun let his dimples shine again well aware that they were one of his best weapons and y/n couldnt help but think they were adorable.

"Look, i prepared a romantic picnic for us,will you give me the honour of a date just this once? I promise you won't regret it."

Y/n's mind went back and forth between both the positivies and negatives of the situation. On the one hand she did have nothing to do until Xukuns rap practice finishes. On the other it meant being left alone with Yanjun and she wasn't sure if her beating heart could take anymore shocks.

"You seem to get a lot of my charitable deeds of the day. But fine let's go."

Yanjuns face lit as he took ahold of her hand and lead her to the picnic location with his super speed. He didnt see the need for his car as it was a short distance away. The area was breath taking y/n thought. The soft moonlight reflecting of the dark blue lake; with pink cherry blossoms dancing around the area. She was shocked to know a area like this was so close by and she had never discovered it. Not far from the lake was a chequered blanket laid out with a brown picnic basket. She knew he was a flirt but she didn't expect so much romance either. Next to the basket happend to be her favourite bottle of red wine. She was shocked that her just happend to get her favourite type. Not many people knew her tastes and she decided that either it was suspicious or a strange coincidence. He gestured for her to sit down a she unpacked the basket that contained a bottle of blood for him and sandwhiches for her.

"I'm impressed." She smiled.

He smirked as he took ahold of her hand and pulled her close to him again. He then moved his hand up her arm.

"Did you know that the distance from your arm to your shoulder and the distance from this shoulder to your arm,is the same length."

Yanjun smirked as his arm was now wrapped around her holding y/n close to his chest.

"I changed my mind, I'm leaving. I can't take the greasiness."

She laughed trying to move away but his grip got tighter than before. She cursed not having full strength due to her mixed blood. Little did she know that Yanjun could hear just how fast her heart was beating. It had been so long since he had heard a heart beat that he enjoyed listening to her rhythum. It just made her all that more special to him.

Yanjun went to get the wine glasses out of the hamper but was unaware that they had broken earlier in transit. As he lifted it out he noticed his palm had been cut and that red liquid began to drip from it. He looked embaressed by this event as y/n stared at his hand. Not a smooth move he thought.

"You should clean that up."

"How about you do it for me princess." He winked

"I don't like drinking blood." Y/n shifted her gaze away.

"I don't like the taste of my own blood."

He laughed as he started to remove the last remaining shards from his palm without flinching. Y/n stared as the ruby liquid was now sliding from his palm and down his arm. She was never one of the metallic taste but he looked so pitiful sitting there. The last time y/n ever drank blood it was Ziyangs and she remembered all too well where that ended up. Against her better judgement however; she brought his palm to her lips and gently ran her tongue across the wound sealing it and then cleaning the stream that had travelled down his arm. It was strange his blood was so sweet tasting that she had to restrain herself from biting into him. She smirked as she let go of his hand.

"If you like it that much, you can bite me here and leave a hickey." He winked

"You owe me for this...and the whole bottle of wine." She laughed as she gazed into his eyes.

"Your such a tease and i love it." He smiled "I'll do whatever you ask of me angel."

They spent the rest of the time drinking from the bottles and getting to know eachother better. Y/n was careful not to reveal too much about herelf. Only how she was used to life in the human realm and as much as Justin was annoying,he was her world. She was a fool when it came to her brother. On the contrary Yanjun explained that he wasn't sire what he wanted in life and that he was trying to find some fulfilment. He had a high status in society but he grew up often left alone or with the servants. His parents too busy to deal with him. Y/n couldn't help but feel sorry for Yanjun. He had everything except happiness and was lonely. Maybe he was just misunderstood she thought.

As they continued their conversations various cherry blossoms had fallen around them. Yanjun couldnt take his eyes off y/n. She was the most beautiful girl he had seen in a long time.The way her long bangs shaped her small face and the soft pink tone on her skin. He had been with other half vampires before but something captivated him about her and he just didn't know why.

As a petal landed in her hair,Yanjun instantly went to retrieve it;shortening the distance between them. She blushed as one of his hands stayed on her cheek and the other now holding the flower.

"It's such a beautiful flower."

She smiled admiring it. However Yanjun's gaze didn't leave hers as he flashed his dimply smile.

"Not as beautiful as the one infront of me."

He felt the warmth in her cheek increase and giggled. He thought she had finally fallen enough for him to close the gaps between their lips quickly. Y/n put uo her arms to push him away but as his slightly cold lips touched hers it was as if she was drugged. He gently tugged at her bottom lip begging for permission before letting his tongue meet hers. He pulled her body closer to his so she was lying ontop of him as his hand travelled down to her waist. His pale pink lips soon after leaving hers;as he trailed them down her jaw and neck. She moaned slightly at the sensation. It had been so long since she had physical contact with anyone that she forgot just how good it felt. Her hand rested upon his chest until she could feel the point of his fangs on her neck. Which is when her common sense kicked back in and she pushed away from the young vampire. He looked confused as she got up from him and laughed it off.

"And there was me thinking we were finally going to get to the fun bit." He whispered in her ear.

"In your wildest dreams Yanjun." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh but I've already met you there." He smirked "Told you i'm irresistable."

"More like it has been a while and I'm sure it would of been the same with anyone."

Y/n stuck out her tongue as Yanjun held his hands over where his heart should be; pretending he was wounded by her words. Before he could retaliate a soft pinging noise could be heard;resulting in y/ns attention leaving Yanjun. This in turn caused him to pout. He hated not having her attention on him. He tried to see the message to see who had broken his spell but all he could see was the senders name. KUN KUN♡. That boy always gets in my way. Yanjun thought. He watched as her face lit up and couldn't work out why it would never do that for him.

Y/n was greatful for the distraction so she had time to calm down and compose herself again. She didn't want things to to further than what they already had. She knew where it would lead. So seeing Kuns name on her phone brought her heart much needed relif and joy.

A/N sorry it took so long writers block has been a big pain considering i never really thought i would take this story further. Let me know if you guys are still enjoying this ^^

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