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harus-simp · 1 year

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Waking them up with kisses

Jay, Zhang Hao, Kum Junhyeong,Chen Kuan Jui, Matthew

Genre: pure fluff

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Jay

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It was a typical Sunday morning and you woke up by rays of sunlight hitting your face. When you opened your eyes slowly you saw Jay sleeping peacefully besides you. You stopped and couldn't help yourself but admire his features. From his long lashes to his pouty lips. But you specially glanced at his lips, looking so kissable and tempting, so you just leaned in and gave him a sweet short peck on his lips.

As short as it was when you pulled away you could see Jay's soft smile. When he opened his eyes and saw you blushing and covering your face he pulled you to his embrace and hugged you ever so softly.

"Morning princess" he said with his groggy voice as he kissed you again.

"Morning" you responded giggling by his behaviour and returning his kiss.

"Can we stay here for at least 15 more minutes?"he asked

You just nodded as he snuggled in the crook of your neck giving it little pecks from time to time and just enjoying your presence.

Zhang Hao

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You had been having lots of nightmares recently that kept you from sleeping and resting properly and today wasn't an exception. You woke up trembling and feeling a little bit shaken. You looked to your side and found Zhang Hao facing the other side of the bed, and while you didn't want to wake him up your nightmares made you feel so frightened that you needed someone to comfort you, and unfortunately he was the only one who could do it at that moment.

"Baby"you whispered softly so he could hear you

...Nothing, you tried again "Hao" you whispered a little bit louder this time, but still nothing. You even tried shacking him gently so he could wake up but it wasn't effective either.

When you were about to give up you thought of something else. You decided to give him little pecks all through his face, but still softly so you didn't scare him that much.

"Hmm?"he muttered with his eyes half opened. "Sorry to disturb you baby but it's just I couldn't sleep due to my nightmares so I just wanted a hug?" you rambled making Hao a little bit worried as you were shacking slightly.

"Hey, you don't disturb me at all babe. If you ever need something just ask for it, now come on here"he said as he pulled you closer and hugged you tightly as he kissed your forehead and rocked you to sleep.

Kum Junhyeon

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You and Junhyeon had just came from shopping all morning for decorations for the house as you both had moved in together recently. When you got home the first thing he did was go straight to your bed and throw himself at it.

"Ahhhhh, I'm so tireeeeedddd"he said

"Yahh be careful, I don't want you to ruin my bed!"

Although this didn't stop your boyfriend from being dorky and doing his own thing. As it was getting a lil bit late you decided to cook some ramen as it was fat to cook and wouldn't take you much time to do it.

When you finally finished you served it into bows for you to enjoy and proceeded to call for Junhyeon.

"Babe, the food's ready" you said raising your voice, but it was to not avail as you didn't receive any response. Knowing well he wouldn't react unless you gave him some attention you decided to take matter into your own hands and searched for him. When you enter your bedroom you found him napping ever so calm, which was a really rare sight to you. You smiled fondly at the image and took a picture to capture the momen.

But then you remembered you still has to it so you decided to wake him up.

"Hyeonie we have to eat, wake up"

Receiving no response you decided to make the process faster so you started spreading little kissed all through his face. You did this for about 30 seconds, but he didn't move an inch. However you did see a little simple creeping on his face as your sweet gesture filled him with warmth and happiness.

"Well then, you don't need any more kisses I see"

"Nooooo"he suddenly grabbed your waist preventing you from going away

"Were you actually pretending to sleep so I could kiss you? Unbelievable"

"Yeah I did, so what? Now come here and show more love to your baby" he said as he puckered his lips in search of yours.

"Nooooo, let's eat first I'm hungryyyy,...please?"🥺

"...Alright" 🙄

Chen Kuan Jui

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(Yes I'm making for him as well since I see no one giving him the attention he deserves😤😤😤)

You and Chen Kuan Jui had met back in high school as you both were classmates but it wasn't until you both entered your dance academy in college that you took notice of each other. After some months you had built a really nice and comfortable relation were you could talk about anything and everything. Slowly but firmly you both started developing feelings for one another as you could no longer be only friends. That take us to the present, 4 months into your relationship as a really nice and bubbly couple.

Today you where visiting him in his practice as you didn't share any schedules together. It was 8 p.m and by that time everyone had went home except you two, who were goofing around and dancing to girl group songs, the actual choreography long forgotten.

"Alright, we should definitely take a break here" you commented as you decided to go to drink some water.

"Okay sunshine" he said as he sat resting his back on the mirror and flashing you a smile as you went through the door. However as time passes and you didn't return our bird boy (yes I did that) started to feel kinda sleepy, all his hard work paying off and making him take a quick nap before you came eventually.

As you entered the room and watched that scene, you felt butterflies making their way to your stomach making you feel flattered and cosy.

You decided to watch him from up closer and plant a little kiss on his cheek as you noticed him waking up with a cheeky grin on his face

"You kinda missed there sugar"

"Huh" you asked confused

He then puckered his lips to make you aware of his intention and making you giggle on the process.

"Ay don't be silly!" You responded, but seeing as he had trapped you in his arms and how he continued with his game you knew that until you gave him a proper kiss he wouldn't budge an inch, so you just gave him what he wanted to show him your love and continue with your fun night kind of date thing <3

Matthew

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It was a rainy and stormy day, and it didn't seem to be improving at the moment. You and Matthew were going to have a date to a nearby cafe, but the weather didn't seem to be on your side that day so you wrote to him to cancel it :((. You decided to just lay on your bed and watch Netflix for the rest of the day, however certain someone wasn't gonna let your date go to waste.

You suddenly heard someone knock on your door as you were about to make yourself comfortable. As you opened the door you saw Matthew standing by your door frame all soaked up and with a bag full of snacks.

"Hey babe"he greeted you with that characteristic smile of his. "Hey, what are you doing standing there, you'll catch a cold!"

"Hehe sorry, I still wanted that date despite the weather" You giggled at his antics and invited him in.

After he took a shower and changed to new clothes you both decided to cuddle to warm yourselves up. (You were the big spoon as he enjoys just laying on top of you and listening to your heartbeat) .You decided to watch a movie, although you both kept talking about your day and random stuff.

You soon heard snores coming from your chest and following the sweet sound you saw him sleeping peacefully.

Your smile didn't took long to appear and make you giggle softly as you didn't want to disturb him.

After an hour or so your arms started to feel numb so you decided to wake him up by giving him little kisses on his head. You started of slowly and progressively fasten your pace when delivering them. This made Matthew not only wake up, but scrunch his nose and smile softly.

"Hehe it tickles" "Matth I want to keep cuddling but would you mind standing up for a while?My arms are starting to feel numb" "Yeah sure" he said standing up. Later you returned to your previous position and kept cuddling for the rest of the day.

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#boys planet #boys planet drabbles #boys planet fanfics #boys planet headcanons #boys planet reactions #kpop #jay #zhang hao #kum junhyeon #chen kuan jui #matthew

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dreamerrgirl · 1 year

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Chenford + 5x19 speculation fic... their relationship is put to the test ❤️

When Tim quietly pushes Lucy's apartment door open at 10:30 that night, the last thing he expects to find is his girlfriend pacing back and forth across the floor, her hair falling out of the messy bun she has piled on the top of her head.

"Hey," she says, giving him a distracted smile, still pacing.

"Hi yourself," he answers, raising an eyebrow at her in question. "Is everything okay? I figured you'd be in bed by now."

She shakes her head. "No, I'm too wired to sleep."

Oh yay, Tim thinks to himself, internally groaning. He had really been looking forward to collapsing into bed and snuggling up with her the second he walked through the door- he was pretty much dead on his feet. Taking a deep breath in an effort to keep his brain functioning for at least a few more minutes, he slowly sinks down onto one of her barstools, giving her his full attention.

"What's wrong? Is the detectives exam stressing you out?"

"No, it's not that," she says, worrying at her bottom lip, standing on the opposite end of the kitchen. "It's more about you said this morning, about us having to get used to not seeing each other as much."

"Yeah, and I said we'll figure it out, right?"

"Well yeah... but how?"

Tim shakes his head, his brain at a loss for the moment. "Well I don't know right this minute."

"I mean, it's not like we have any control over the hours we'll be working," she starts, Tim swearing he can physically see the gears turning in her head.

"Right..."

"And it's not like I'm going to ask you to leave Metro or anything."

"You better not, you're the one who got me there in the first place," he jokes, giving her a look. "And you know I'd never keep you from going after your dreams."

"I know," she says, smiling softly at him. "But then where does that leave us?"

Tim takes a second to study her hesitant expression, his eyes narrowing. "I feel like you have an answer to this that you want me to get to, but I'm just not getting there," he says honestly. "What are you thinking?"

Lucy sighs, her teeth continuing their assault on her bottom lip. "I don't know- I don't know if it sounds crazy or not. I’m not very good at this kind of stuff.”

“At what kind of stuff?”

She shrugs, not meeting his eyes. “I don’t know, all this serious relationship stuff. I’ve never really been in one before.”

“Is that what this is?” Tim teases, smiling at the incredulous look she gives him. He holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, we haven’t really had that talk yet, you know, the feelings talk?”

She makes her way towards him, her smile almost patronizing. “I thought it was implied.”

He lifts his shoulders, feigning nonchalance. “But it is nice to hear every once in a while, you know,” he says, his voice low, a sliver of truth seeping into his words.

She’s standing in front of him now, close enough for Tim to feel the heat radiating off her body. “Lay it on me,” he continues, staring into her eyes.

“Well, I was thinking that between you having to run home after every shift to feed Kojo and bring him out before having to drive all the way over here, that’s already taking up a lot of our time.”

Tim nods along. “I don’t know,” she says again, her eyes dropping to the floor. “If we could somehow find a way to get rid of all the back and forth, that might help.”

Tim leans back a little, his heart giving a little lurch in his chest. "Like moving in together, you mean?" he clarifies, his eyes searching hers.

She smiles sheepishly. "Yeah, something like that."

"Are you sure you're ready for that? I mean when Chris brought it up not even half a year ago-"

She makes a face at him. "That's different."

"How?"

She sighs, cocking her head. "Do you really need me to spell it out for you?"

When he doesn't answer, she steps closer, looping her arms around his neck, her face just far enough away that he's not going cross-eyed looking at her.

"I know we haven't been together very long, but, I've never felt this way before about anyone, ever," she says, her fingers gently running through the hair at the nape of his neck. "You feel like home to me, and I keep finding myself wanting to spend more time with you, not less."

"I feel the same way," he murmurs, leaning forward to gently rest his forehead against hers.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He kisses her then, softly, gently, and can feel her smiling against his lips.

"So I'm not being crazy?" she asks, her voice gaining more confidence.

"No," he says, giving her one more kiss, because for some reason, with her, he can never get enough. "I think it's a great idea."

Pulling back, he attempts to stifle a yawn, but is entirely unsuccessful. "So," he continues, rubbing his hands together. "Now that we have that figured out, can we go to bed please?"

"Really?" she snorts, looking at him like he's crazy. "That's all you have to say? It was that easy? I've been agonizing over this all day!"

Tim shrugs, crossing his arms. "I don't know, it's as they say- when you know, you know."

"And you know?" she asks, cocking an eyebrow.

Pushing himself to standing, Tim stretches his arms up and over his head before he brings one down around her shoulders, pulling her tight against his side as he smiles down at her, unable to resist kissing her for the third time. "Oh, I know," he mumbles against her lips, gently steering her towards the bedroom, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the covers and fall asleep with her tucked safely in his arms, knowing they'll have many more nights together just like this.

#chenford #tim bradford x lucy chen #tim x lucy #chenford fic #chenford fanfic #chenford fanfiction #dreamerrgirl chenford drabble #dreamerrgirl chenford fic #the rookie #the rookie fanfiction #tucy

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summerongrand · 3 days

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It's Lucy Chen's first Mother's Day.

In the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, Tim bustled quietly in the kitchen, his heart brimming with anticipation. Expertly eyeballing ingredients into a large bowl, he prepared a breakfast fit for a hotshot: fluffy blueberry matcha pancakes with fresh berries, and decaf chai.

As he arranged the breakfast tray with care, Tim couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had led them here. Lucy and he had weathered unimaginable losses, yet emerged stronger. And now, as they awaited the arrival of their daughter, their hearts overflowed with gratitude for the miracle of new life. Neither had really dared to entertain the idea of parenthood until now.

Lucy's choice of their daughter's first and middle name, a tribute to a resilient little girl who had touched her heart at work, and a nod to her beloved grandmother Anna, spoke symbolic volumes of the strength that she wanted to instill in her daughter.

When Tim first met Anna, it all clicked for him. He knew exactly where his Boot got her tenacity from. Over time, Lucy shared with him that Anna gave her the confidence to stand up to bullies who made fun of her for being Chinese and supported her as she became a cop even as Vanessa had hesitations. Tim was at first a little intimidated by Anna because she's tough, loves fiercely, and could've whipped Tom Bradford into shape, according to his wife. He also has an immense appreciation for Anna, for all the adversity that she had to go through and overcome, to create a better world for people like his wife and their future kids - his family.

As he made a smiley face out of strawberries and bananas for Lucy's pancake, his phone lit up with a text from Anna:

I couldn't have asked for a better dad for my great-granddaughter.

With breakfast ready and a smile tugging at his lips thanks to his grandma-in-law, Tim made his way to their bedroom, where Lucy lay snuggled under the covers, still asleep. He gently woke her with a kiss and set her breakfast tray on her nightstand.

"Happy Mother's Day, Lucy."

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+1: here's an AI-generated photo of a Chenford baby using actual photos of Tim and Lucy.

#20 minute mother's day drabble #happy mother's day #aapi lucy chen #prompt number 8: little lucy and bullies #aapilucychen #aapi heritage month #chenford #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #eric winter #melissa o'neil #tim and lucy #tucy #tim x lucy #chenford baby #chenford babies #celebrating lucy chen

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ameliagiovanna0 · 1 year

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Feel Your Kiss On Me

Title from For You by Liam Payne and RIta Ora

Requested by @whiskeyloverbae , thank you! 💕

“Tim has a hickey and he thinks it’s hidden by his collar but Angela calls him out on it. “

“Lucy!” Tim called from the bathroom.

“What?” Lucy returned, coming around the corner from her bedroom.

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes over her in the kimono and sleep shorts she wore, her hair wound messily on top of her head.

He grumbled, remembering he was trying to be pissed at her, and gestured to his neck and the purplish mark forming there.

“Oops,” she posited, but the mischievous grin that spread across her features betrayed her.

“Lucy, we have work today! What am I supposed to do with this?”

“I’ll go put a spoon in the freezer,” she tucked her lips between her teeth, trying to suppress her laughter.

Lucy rounded the corner once again, wrapping her arms around his waist as he dragged a razor through the shaving cream on his face.

She pressed her lips to his bare back, “You adding to the mess you’ve created?”

She smiled against his skin, “I wasn’t planning on it, but now that you mention it,” she chortled as she nipped at his shoulder.

“Luce!” he tried not to laugh, trying desperately to be mad at her, “We share a locker room!”

“Oh, like it’s the first time one of you’s had a mark.”

“It’s a hickey, Luce. I have a reputation.”

He tapped the razor in the sink before turning around in her arms to her raised eyebrow, “We both know that went out the window when you met me.”

“You’re impossible,” he said as his hand found the sides of her face.

Tim wore a collared shirt into the station, forgoing his usual henley in hopes of hiding the mark his girlfriend left the night before, the frozen spoon not doing much to dull the offensive color. He put his white undershirt on and then uniform top on as fast as humanly possible, hoping none of the other officers noticed. He adjusted the collar in the mirror on the inside of his locker door and hoped it would stay in place all day.

“I should’ve starched these,” he complained to himself.

He left the locker room, seemingly unscathed. Angela asked him to see her when he came in for the day, so he made his way to her desk with two cups of coffee.

“Ange,” he set her cup in front of her.

“Hey, she greeted, “Thanks. The name Dennis Rand ring any bells?”

“Jesus,” he groaned as he balanced his arm on his duty belt.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes?’”

“I’ve arrested him maybe ten times over the years. Why?”

“He managed to get invol–”

Tim turned his head at the sound of glass shattering on the other side of the bullpen.

“Damnit, Smitty!” Angela barked before he even made it into her field of view.

“I’m sorry! It just slipped out of my hands!”

“Clean it up! That’s the third one this week!” she finally braved a glance at the mess of broken porcelain and coffee on the floor.

Angela looked up, Tim’s head still pulled in the direction of Smitty dejectedly slinking toward the janitor’s closet.

“Timothy…”

His body stiffened as she stood up. It was never good when she used his full name.

He turned toward her, “Yes, Angela?”

She pinched the collar of his shirt, pulling it away from his body and laughing like a maniac. He rolled his eyes at her antics.

“Tim,” she managed to get out between snorts, “Is that a hickey?”

“I’m going to kill her,” he griped.

Angela simply laughed harder, nearly doubling over, having to brace herself with a hand on the edge of her desk.

“Are you done?” he asked when she managed to stand up straight again.

“Oh, no. Not even close.”

“You two have fun last night?” She giggled again, “Oh, lemme guess. You bet on who could list the most penal codes in sixty seconds, and this was your punishment for losing?”

“No, wait! Lucy decided that she’d had enough of other women hitting on you, so she finally decided to do something about it?”

Tim blushed. This is not the conversation he’d envisioned for his Monday morning.

“No, no, I got it. Were you misbehaving?”

“I have work to do,” he turned to walk away.

“No, Tim, wait!” she tried not to laugh again.

He turned around only long enough to flip her the bird.

“Your life would be so boring without me!”

He shook his head, a reluctantly amused smile on his face as he made his way to his office. He kind of hated her for it, but it was just Angela’s way of showing affection.

Sitting behind his own desk, Tim placed his coffee down when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

A: Dennis Rand, asshole. I needed info

T: Maybe you shouldn’t have made fun of me then

A: whatever, I’ll just ask Lucy. Among other things 😁

T: I hate you both

A: You love us

Tim shot a text off to the woman in question.

T: in case you didn’t hear the cackling coming from the bullpen, Angela found the monstrosity you left on my neck

T: Maybe I should return the favor tonight

L: don’t threaten me with a good time bradford

He chuckled, setting his phone down.

This was going to be a long day.

#i know most people don't title drabbles #but i wanted to #it keeps me organzied #this is essentially a crack fic #it made me giggle #the rookie #chenford #chenford fic #chenford fanfic #chenford fanfiction #lucy chen #tim bradford #angela lopez #quigley smitty #amelia’s requests ✉#i may or may not post this on ao3 #ameliagiovanna writes

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kanerallels · 5 months

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Chenford + Christmas Magic, please?

PERFECT Chenford song ten out of ten!!

“I know I shouldn’t be surprised,” Lucy said, “but seriously? You don’t like Michael Buble?”

Shaking his head, Tim said, “He’s overhyped. I don’t get the excitement. He’s no Nat King Cole, that’s all I’m saying.”

This made Lucy start laughing. Shaking her head, she said, “You are such an old curmudgeon sometimes.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tim rolled his eyes, unable to hold back a smile despite himself. Because even with the relentless teasing, spending Christmas with Lucy was way better than some of the past Christmases he’d had. Even when he was with Isabel, their schedules had kept them so busy that a lot of Christmases had been lonely. After they’d split up, it had only gotten worse.

Now— in Lucy’s apartment, a small tree sparkling in the corner and the smell of baking cookies coming from the oven— Tim could barely imagine life back then. He was luckier than he could begin to describe. So instead of trying, he just dropped a kiss against Lucy’s temple, warmth spreading through his chest.

#there was SO much potential here #i had a hard time choosing which verses to be inspired by #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie #christmas drabbles #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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mins-fins · 9 months

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❝ BOYFRIEND TEXTS! ❞

ggang team x gn!reader

genre :: fluff, crack

warnings :: swearing, drinking, one sexual joke

❝ CHEN JIANYU! ❞

❝ LEE SEUNGHWAN! ❞

❝ LEE JEONGHYEON! ❞

❝ KUM JUNHYEON! ❞

❝ MUN JUNGHYUNG! ❞

#chen jianyu #lee seunghwan #lee jeonghyeon #kum junhyeon #mun junghyun #boys planet #ggang team #boys planet imagines #boys planet scenarios #boys planet drabbles #boys planet x reader #chen jianyu x reader #lee seunghwan x reader #lee jeonghyeon x reader #kum junhyeon x reader #mun junghyun x reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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fallen-gravity · 6 months

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A few days after the whole ideal, Molly can be seen parading around downtown. She's got an arm wound all the way around Ollie, and every few minutes or so she cups her hand over her mouth and shouts You see this, Brighton? This boy's all mine!

Scratch, worrying she may still be suffering side effects, approaches her.

"I thought I only took your fear away for twenty four hours!"

"Oh, you did!" Molly beams. She gestures to Ollie, who has a big lovestruck smile glued to his face. "I'm doing this for him. Turns out that he loves being shown off."

Ollie, still rendered speechless by such a grand public gesture, simply nods his head, burying it into the side of Molly's head.

#my writing #drabbles #tgamm #the ghost and molly mcgee #mollie #molly mcgee #ollie chen #scratch mcgee #look. homeboy was *ascending* just from being smooched in front of like...six people #being shown off would kill the poor boy <3

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hecckyeah · 29 days

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two weeks of chenford challenge day one - april 16th

prompt: sinking

type: drabble (exactly 100 words)

She’s sailing toward the greatest, deepest blue she’s ever seen. Wind at her back picking up her hair, sunshine on her face, not a care in the world.

Free.

And then, suddenly, the ship rocks, jostling her, but she’s hanging onto the mast and she’s okay.

Saltwater splashes her face, sprayed skyward from the boat’s movement. She relishes it. It means she’s heading the right direction.

It evens out again. And she’s rocked by the slow, calm motion.

And then without warning the boat gives out, the planks shatter, and she’s plunged into icy water.

Unsure if she’ll ever resurface.

#chenford #the rookie #two weeks of chenford 2024 #drabble #lucy chen #tim bradford

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patvspran · 6 months

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He thinks of Ai Di, the brother, three years his junior, with a personality that blusters out ahead of him and gets him into scrapes.

And then he thinks of this other Ai Di—mouth open beneath his, waistband clutched in his fist, throat flexing under his palm. Taunting him about love and sex every day, like some sort of demon. Making him jealous, making him worry.

What is Ai Di to him? He doesn’t fucking know. He kind of hates him right now. And through it all, he loves him.

Chen Yi has an eight year long crisis.

(A series of birthday wishes, sexual awakenings, and drunken misunderstandings from Chen Yi's POV, weaving in and out of canon)

#hey look I'm writing again! please clap!#might be rolling out some more shorter drabbles if ppl vibe w this #kiseki dear to me #ai di x chen yi #taiwanese bl #kiseki: dear to me #kiseki fanfic #mine

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neigetriestheirbest · 6 months

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it's tender and soft and gentle, but also urgent and quick and needful — ai di needs to be touching chen yi, chest to chest, skin on skin, arms looped securely, immediately, around one another and holding, holding, holding tightly -

or he'll die. he might possibly be dying, now, right now, as chen yi's breath ghosts over his neck, his warm mouth pressing a petal-soft kiss to his neck, over his choker, the pendant chain; his arms still holding him tight. fingers rubbing saturn-ring circles over the bare brown skin of his back, either side of his spine, beneath the wings of his shoulder blades. and it feels. so good. he-

he feels so unbelievably good. so warm, and hot, and present. so real. firm. solid. here. but aimless. drunk. reflex-reactive. but still, so irrevocably chen yi.

ai di needs something more, he cant help it, he needs something real. and knowing he can't get it, knowing this is the best he'll ever get, knowing it is the best he's ever had, it all overruns in his heart, his eyes. he cries, and can't stop crying. even as chen yi's hands come up to cup his face safe in his huge palms, he still sobs. even as his lips kiss the tears from his cheeks, and part the easy gateway of his mouth - still, ai di can't stop himself from feeling this horrible inevitability.

#kiseki: dear to me #kiseki: dear to me ep 8 #kiseki drabble #kiseki #ai di x chen yi #ai di #chen yi #ficlet #fanfic

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harus-simp · 1 year

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Finding their baby pictures

Keita, Jongwoo, Chen Kuan Jui, Haruto, Park Hanbin

Genre: pure fluff

Author's note: Okay so I got this idea by seeing Instagram, like they released all this baby pictures of them so I was really inspired. Might do another part or multiple parts and just do all 28 trainees haha

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When the boys are given a little break you surprise them with their baby pictures developing funny and chaotic situations between you two.

Keita

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Your boyfriend Keita, had been participating on this program called Boys Planet, where he was trying to debut in a 9 member group, and although he was doing well as a member of Ciipher, he wasn't completely satisfied and therefore challenged himself further. You on the other hand had been supporting him wherever he went and always bringing him comfort if something didn't come out as he expected, that's why he considered you one of the pilars in his life, making him love you unconditionally.

While scrolling through Instagram, you encountered with the boys planet page where they uploaded all sorts of pictures and videos of the trainees, so you decided to be a supporting girlfriend and like every publication where he appeared, until you saw something that caught your eye from the most recent pictures. It was a baby photo of your boyfriend drinking juice with this cute little red outfit. You were immediately immersed in the photo and completely in awe of how adorable Keita looked. You smiled widely and decided to text Keita about your little discovery.

-OMG KEITAAAAA

-What could havenpossibly happened now 🙄- he answered already knowing how dramatic you could get some times

-Look what I've just found 🥺😭 you answered as you sent him the photo

-Hey, how you got that?

-Mnet just released it on their boys planet page on Insta, how can you be so cute and tinyyy 😢❤️

-...are you being serious now?🤨

-Of course I am dummy, you little cutie, tiny , adorable and I don't have more adjectives baby :((

-I'm not tiny >:/

-Yes you are >:))

-Yah, stop teasing 😡

-Too bad you are not here to stop me 😛

"Now who says I'm not here?"You heard a voice behind your back, making you turn slowly only to find him with his arms crossed looking at you expectantly.

"Oh"

"Oh? Is that everything you are saying to me? Where did it go the confident y/n?"he asked you with a little smirk

"Ha.ha.ha" you laughed awkwardly "welcome back?"

He just grinned as he approached you slowly.

"Hmm, what are you thinking Mr. Keita? What are you up t-" you were interrupted as he started tickling your sides softly in order to not hurt you.

"Woah- Keita sto-" you said suppressing a laugh

"Now who's the tiny one huh?"

"No one, no one, but please I swear to God,stop" you said almost crying, and earning a sympathetic look from Keita making him stop his attack.

He offered you a hand to get up, but instead you pulled him towards you making him be on top of you.

You kissed him softly on his lips while saying "welcome back Keita". He returned the kiss smiling brightly "thank you babe"he said hugging you slowly and showing that gummy smile you love so much.

Jongwoo

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A surprise, that's what Jongwoo wanted to give you, a simple surprise, but turns out that he was the surprised one instead.

You were peacefully organising your room and cleaning the rest of your apartment while dancing and humming songs from your playlist when you saw something on one bookshelf that caught your interest, it was a picture, a baby picture in fact of your boyfriend.

You felt all warm and fluttered inside out of a sudden as you looked at the picture in silence and without skipping a detail of his figure.

You suddenly felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind making you jump a little and turn around only to find Jongwoo's warmth embracing you.

"How's my sunshine doing?"he asked you sweetly and giving you a little peck on your nose.

"Jongwoo, how can you be here?"you asked back throwing yourself towards his arms and hugging him tightly, as if you let go of him he would disappear.

"Well, they gave us a break so we could rest to prepare for the final round" he answered looking at you ever so lovingly. "What you got there?"he pointed your hand.

"Oh, I just found a baby picture of you" you said casually with a soft smile showing it to him happily.

He was indeed the one in the picture, but he wasn't really expecting it to end up in your hands, and neither you complimenting his adorable looks. This made him a little embarrassed, a pink blush rising to his cheeks making him look away.

"Haha I don't know how could that have appeared here" he giggled.

"Don't you have more pics you could show me please?"🥺🙏

"No, why would you want them?"he asked clearly, confused.

"Because you look adorable and I'd like to see more of you as a kid" you answered pouting.

He really found the whole situation so wholesome, so he just gave you a kiss to make you forget everything, and who were you to ignore his affection.

He held you by your waist massaging you on your sides and making the kiss a little more passionate. You enjoyed every second of it as you pulled away and looked into his eyes sweetly.

"You know that won't make me forget it right?"

He grinned while nodding softly and giving you a peck on your cheeks.

"I know I know. How about we go get an ice cream and later I ask my mom for more pictures?"he suggested.

And as long as you were suspicious of how true was his statement, you were far more tempted into the involvement of food.

"Hmmm,only if you pay"you teased sticking out your tongue.

"Deal,then" he answered holding your hand and leading you toward your bedroom to change and go for a walk.

Chen Kuan Jui

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Your flexible boyfie and you were sleeping peacefully all cuddled up as Mnet had released him (that sounds like he is locked up sorry 💀💀💀) to rest for a few days. Your head was on his chest and his arms wrapped around your frame. You woke up to little snores coming out from him to which you smiled widely remembering how caring and sweet he was as you felt his strong arms being wrapped around you.

As you noticed the light entering your room, you started to pull away and get up, but Chen Kuan Jui just had to tighten the hug and mumble in his sleep

"Don't go yet, sugar"he pleaded.

"But I have so much work to do!" you responded.

"Hmmmm"he reluctantly stated to disentangle himself from you.

You both had a nice breakfast and started your day in a good mood goofing around and just enjoying the presence of the other.

You decided to start organising the living room while your boyfriend did the boolshelves from your bedroom. You were finishing your part when you were called.

"Baby, look what I found!"he shouted for you to come.

"Give me a second"

You came to your room curious on what he wanted to show you.

"I found my album from when I was a kid"he said smiling cheerfully.

"Really? Let me see!"

As he showed you, you were absolutely drawn to this particular picture of him dressed up as a lion with his ballerinas. From his little pose to his make up and his pretty smile made your heart flutter and die from cuteness.

"Baby, you look so cute!!!"🥺😭😩❤️

"Hehe this was from my ballet classes"he answered

"You were a little talented dancer from such a young age!! I love you for that!!!"

This made something snap in his big and caring heart, his gummy smile appearing and making him bring you to his embrace to give you an eskimo kiss.

"And I love you for being there for me and supporting me wherever I go. I love you so damn much love <3"

You both giggled cutely and proceeded being all dorkey and lovey dovey for the rest of the day.

Haruto

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Since the Artist battle, you had met Haruto's mom on the queue to Mnet. She of course knew who you were, but hadn't had the opportunity to get to know. Turns out, with the intermediate Japanese level you had, you both hit it off and since then started talking like close friends would, mainly about Haruto because you were both really supportive and caring towards him as he had been working really hard to run towards his dream of becoming an idol.

Haruto got some well diserved free days due to the upcoming finale,so he could rest properly and be ready for the performance. He got home excited to take a break and spend time with you as Boys Planet had taken a lot of time from his agenda and from his previous quality time with his dear girlfriend.

"I'm home babe!"he announced.

"Haru! Have they given you a break finally?"You asked him

"Yes, know we can spend some more time together, I'm so tired right now I could use some sleep to recharge"

"Of course bubs, you better rest to slay your performance .Also look what I just found!"you said excited.

Haruto looked at you with a puzzled expression waiting for you to elaborate further, you turned your phone to him making his eyes go wide.

"Don't you look adorable as a baby? 🥺"you asked him.

"Wha-' how did you get that picture?"he asked you in return, utterly confused as why would you have that.

"Oh, your mom just send it to me" you answered, your tone filled with appreciation and love.

"My mom what?"he asked in disbelief. "How on earth is that possible?"

"Well, we met the other day on the queue to the Artist Battle, she's lovely by the way, you both are so much alike" you blurted out.

Now he didn't expect that outcome. He was still in shock, but when you started telling him how cute he was as a kid, maybe due to some information his mother gave you, he couldn't help himself but just smile shyly at you lowering his head down and giggling at your antics, making him fall in love with you all over again.

"Well what can I say, I've always been this cute" he said proudly forming a pout in his lips, which you gladly kissed for him to be fully satisfied and to make him shut up and stop his ego from increasing.

"Well then big baby, let's give you the rest you are in need of" you giggled cutely at his antics

"Can we cuddle though?" :((

"We sure can" :))

"And can you give me kisses, I'm feeling soft right now" he asked you timidly and lowering his tone of voice.

You just nodded laughing softly and gave him what he wanted,making him smile in the process.

Park Hanbin

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Hanbin had told you to meet him on a nearby park as he could rest for a few days before the finale. He had been working very hard to secure his spot and have received lots of support from his fans, however what he wanted at the moment was to just lay in your arms while talking about anything and everything.

He waited patiently for your arrival, when he saw you coming his way his face curdled up into a wide smile as he called your name.

"Babyyyy"he raised his voice a little for you to recognise him.

You looked up and met his gaze on you, causing a smile to appear on your face.

"HanBinnnn :)"

"How you've been?"he asked you

"Good. What about you? How's the program?"

"Good good, but I'd rather talk about your day"

Your heart skipped a beat at his caring persona making you smile.

"Alright, but let me treat you to something something"you offered. He accepted gladly as you guys kept talking about random things.

When you got there you ordered 2 milkshakes and a little strawberry cake to share.

Suddenly, you looked at him with a suspicious smirk making him a little bit scared of what your intentions were.

"What are you planning this time?"he asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"You won't believe what I found"you answered.

He waited for you to show him whatever you were trying to show him on your phone. He was even more confused when you entered the Boys Planet page on Instagram and searched for something in particular, not letting him see anything.

"Ta-da" you revealed a picture of him as a little baby on some sort of garden looking with a judgeful look to the camera.

"Ahhhh, OMG How the fuck did you get that?"he squealed a little bit gaining the looks from the tables besides you both.

"Don't you look absolutely cute? You even judged as a kid, that's so you haha" you laughed silently.

"No like, how did that got there in the first place?"

"Well Mnet published it in their page so I suppose they asked your parents for them"

"I look awful" he laughed embarrased of himself.

"No you don't? You look handsome and really adorable, you have the best baby pictures I swear to God.

Oh, that actually sounded good coking from her mouth, he thought. Only starting to increase his ego and looking at you with a sufficient little smirk.

"Oh, if you say that you must like me too much then"

You immediately regretted saying that out loud and just side eyed your boyfriend like he was the most annoying thing on this planet.

"Oh shut up"

You know he was just teasing but once he starts you know he can't stop. So in order to make him shut up you picked some frost from the cake and put it on his nose. After that you just got close to his face and licked it, making him look at you disgusted.

"Ewww, that's gross"

"Well then,let it be like that then " you said pissed off as you got up from your seat to start walking away.

"I'm just joking baby,don't be mad" he said holding your hand to stop you from getting away.

"Hmm, give me a good reason why I should stay"

"Me?"he answered with a cute expression making you melt inside.

"Well, good enough I guess" you responded kissing him on his cheek delicately.

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dreamerrgirl · 1 year

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Chenford + pregnancy scare post canon!

Hi lovely anon!

First, I would like to thank you for being the first person to request a prompt from me; I'm honored! I hope this gives you everything you wanted and more! 😊

Lucy wasn't entirely sure how long she'd been sitting there, perched on the edge of her tub, the solid pink line of the pregnancy test staring back at her.

Not pregnant.

As soon as Lucy had finally gathered the courage to look, a myriad of emotions had run through her so fast she could barely keep up. First came the predictable relief, her breath rushing out of her lungs in one solid exhale. When she had made her New Years resolutions a few months ago, an unexpected pregnancy had definitely not been one of her goals for the coming year.

Next, came the feeling of freedom; knowing her body was still entirely her own, and nothing was going to interfere with her trajectory at work for the foreseeable future. Watching Harper, then Nolan, and finally Tim moving up in the department over the last year had motivated her to start thinking hard about her own next steps in her career, and a baby would only complicate that by tenfold.

But then, much to Lucy's surprise, a third emotion had floated to the surface, one that stayed with her long after she'd thrown the test away and drove over to Tim's for dinner.

Disappointment, with a hint of sadness mixed in.

As she sat at Tim's kitchen island watching him cook them dinner, she couldn't stop picturing what he would look like with a baby, their baby, cradled in his arms. He would be an amazing father, and the idea of him being the father of her children made Lucy's heart ache so bad it hurt.

While they had only been dating for six months, Lucy had known from the moment he kissed her in the food truck parking lot that she was head over heels in love with him. Honestly, this was Tim Bradford she was talking about, how could she not be?

Their relationship was moving faster than any relationship Lucy had ever been in, but every time she thought she would be freaked out by their speedy progression, it actually ended up being the exact opposite. Everything with Tim just felt so right, like it had always been meant to be.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Blinking, Lucy was startled out of her reverie, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile as she regarded the shiny penny that was being held in front of her face, Tim's curious gaze blurry behind it.

Gently taking the coin from his grasp, Lucy turned it over in her hand, debating with herself on whether or not she should tell him. If it had been anyone else, Lucy wouldn't think twice to lie about it, but she and Tim had promised each other from the start that they'd always be honest with each other, even when it was hard or scary.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Lucy admitted, "I was just thinking about some, news, I got today."

"Is everything okay?" Tim immediately asked, brows furrowed.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Lucy quickly reassured him, reaching out to cover his hand with her own. "It's just- I thought I might be pregnant; I'm a few days late, and my stomachs been a mess, but I wasn't sure if that's because I was a few days late, you know? So I decided to take a test before I came over, just to check."

Tim stopped breathing, his gaze locked on hers.

"It was negative," she continued gently, watching his face intently as he processed the news.

She swore she saw something like disappointment flash across his face before he schooled his features back into place, his hand squeezing hers.

"Well that's good news, right?"

Her heart rate starting to rise, Lucy said, "Yeah, it is, this wasn't something we were planning for."

"But?" he asked softly, picking up on her hesitation.

"But, I also feel a little sad about it, which I wasn't expecting."

Tim was quiet for a few moments, Lucy's anxiety continuing to rise. Maybe she had shared too much; been too honest.

But then Tim was giving her a small smile, his thumb gently rubbing over the top of her hand.

"I know what you mean," he said, his gaze soft.

"Really?" Lucy breathed, hope starting to weave its way into her heart.

"Really," he said, letting go of her hand to walk around to her side of the island, his strong arms wrapping around her as he hugged her to his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head.

"You don't think we're going too fast?" Lucy murmured quietly, leaning back into his embrace.

Tim shrugged, his shoulders brushing the bottom of her ears. "I don't if you don't."

Craning her neck around, Lucy looked into his eyes, finding the love she was feeling reflected in his gaze.

"I don't," she answered softly, her eyes fluttering closed as he kissed her forehead.

"There's a few things I'd like to happen first before we throw a kid into the mix, but I also won't be mad if it happens before then."

"I don't think I will either," Lucy admitted, resting her head against his chest.

"Yeah?'

"Yeah."

"Well, while we're being honest with each other, I've had something I've been meaning to ask you."

Lucy spun around, his arms falling away from her body as she twisted the barstool to face him.

"Not that," he said with a chuckle, Lucy feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She wasn't sure she was ready to hear that question, at least not yet.

"I uh, I heard you grumbling the other week about how your lease is almost up, and how rent is going up for your building next year. And I was thinking, seeing as how we've barely spent a night apart since we started dating, I was thinking maybe you and Tamara might wanna come stay here, with me."

"Like, move in with you?" Lucy asked, her eyes searching his face.

"Yeah, I know it seems fast, but-"

"Yes," Lucy interjected immediately, a smile breaking out over her face.

"Really?" he asked, the surprise and vulnerability in his voice making Lucy reach out and kiss him.

"Really," she mumbled against his lips, cupping his face in her hands. "I mean, I'll have to talk about it with Tamara, see how she feels, but for me, I've been getting tired of all the running back and forth between your place and mine; it'd be nice to have a place that's ours."

Tim pulled back slightly to stare at her, his expression happier than she'd ever seen it.

"I love you," he breathed, leaning in to give her a soft, slow kiss.

The moment their lips parted, Lucy couldn't wait to tell him, "I love you, too."

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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can I request zihao x slightly older reader (by a year or two) university au where the reader courts him instead because they know zihao reciprocates their feelings but is too shy to make a move? I don't mind if it's gender neutral or female reader. whatever you're comfortable with <3

Sunbaenim~

pairing: dance major wang zihao x film major sunbae reader

pronouns: none used

genre: university au on some crack (same verse as perils of asking) , fluff, humor

tw/tags: some pining, flirting, reader is older than zihao by a year, honorifics, etiquette, a lot of bowing, pray for zhang hao, chaos, kinda slow burn idk, zihao tries his best in korean, mentions of alcohol, cafe date, feeding each other, for plot purposes reader has lived in korea for a long time but you can pretend whether they're from there or moved from overseas!

wc: 3132

summary: you’re wondering why the cute boy from the dance studio hasn’t asked you out. well, guess you'll have to ask him first~

a/n thanks for requesting our underrated dance king wang zihao, man was really robbed of screentime. i kind of experiment with the first part, jumping between povs without any line breaks and then kinda gave up, idk if that worked well lol. zihao's language struggles are canon, literally same ~ also! i'm not an expert in korean hierarchy rules and dating culture, this is based on the fair bit of studying i did + dating experience + research so if anyone knows better, please feel free to point out any inaccuracies!

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He’s looking at you again.

You can see him from the corner where you set up your tripod. Practice is about to begin, dancers scattered across the studio all warming up and not minding you. (I mean, they’re not supposed to). Only him. You catch his eyes. His face flushes and he drops into a bow before falling back into his own stretches. But every so often, his eyes will flick back to you, usually too quick for you to catch them.

It’s almost a routine at this point, a silent ritual you share with the cute boy who dances so powerfully.

Maybe you’re biased but more often than not, you find yourself pointing your handheld camera in his direction. You’re not looking at him the way he looks at you. Rather, you watch through the screen, while you’re editing and cataloguing footage. He’s easy to watch.

Sometimes, while you’re packing up, you’ll hear a soft “sunbaenim?” You turn around and he’s standing there. His cheeks are still flushed from practice when he politely asks you for the videos you took of him. It’s not uncommon. You send the full practice videos you take to the dance teachers in exchange for them letting you film. But every so often, students will come up and ask if you have any closer footage of them, wanting to monitor themselves.

He never questions why the videos you send to him are so close up, almost always individually shot footage that has him in the centre of the frame. No, he just bows, thanks you again and leaves, shooting you once last backward glance before he walks out of the studio.

It’s not that Zihao doesn’t want to talk to you.

If anything, he’s wanted to talk to you ever since you started coming to his class. He still remembers the teacher introducing you as a film masters student and saying that you’ve been at the university longer than most of them, making you their sunbaenim. It was a respect thing, he understood. Similar etiquette around senior-junior relationships applied in China as well but he wasn’t as well adjusted to the nuances of the Korean rules

He only transferred about a year and a half ago when he was given the chance to finish his degree in this particularly prestigious program. While basic language skills got him through his mostly practical classes which a bunch of other international students like him were taking, social interactions were another challenge altogether.

“I don’t know what to do, ge.”

“Well you can always start by saying more than may I have the close up choreography videos, sunbaenim? Honestly, I teach you how to say one thing Zihao, and that’s all you can say.”

The younger boy pouts. Zhang Hao had been a literal lifesaver when he had transferred. And well, up until now. They had met at the foreign student society, the older boy had also been at the university for awhile, now studying a masters degree as well. And he spoke excellent Korean, Zihao’s favourite, albeit somewhat reluctant, teacher and translator.

“Ge! You know I can’t speak Korean when I get nervous.”

“You can Zihao, you’re just scared of messing up.”

“Exactly! I can’t mess up with them, ge, they might think I’m weird or something.”

“Zihao. They’ve literally caught you staring at them, multiple times. If they don’t find that weird, then I think you could literally say anything and they’ll just be happy that you’re trying to talk with them. And if they find it weird, then I don’t think you’ll need to understand Korean to get it.”

Zhang Hao made good points. Zihao kinda wished he didn’t.

Meanwhile, you’re in the middle of your own crisis.

“I just don’t get it,” you say as you comb through your footage. “We’ve had this thing going on for weeks. Why hasn’t he asked me out yet? Or you know, at least said something more than asking for the choreo videos? You know, maybe I’ve been reading all of this wrong, maybe he’s not into me at all. Maybe he’s just interested in cameras or something.”

Jiwoong hums. You’ve known each other for awhile, having started masters at the same time which made you colleagues even if he was two years your senior. He was an acting major, your classes often worked together.

“From what you’ve been telling me, I think the kid’s just shy, not uninterested.”

“You think?”

You’re editing yet another clip of him, the energy he exudes is just mesmerising. Once again, you’re not biased. The master’s thesis project you were working on centred around capturing the dynamics of body movement and that’s exactly what you were doing.

Jiwoong peeks over your shoulder.

“I think you should ask him out. Or you know, at least make the first move. You’re the sunbaenim after all.”

While he can be a little dumb, Kim Jiwoong makes good points sometimes. You kinda wish now wasn’t one of those times. But what the hell, you’ll give it a shot.

And if it goes to hell, then you’ll take a shot. Or twenty.

Maybe Zihao should have taken something to make the conversation he’s going to attempt to have easier.

No, he doesn’t mean alcohol, though a bit of liquid courage didn’t sound like a bad idea either. Maybe offering you a hot pack for the cold weather outside or even a little snack would be a nice gesture, start him off on the right foot to talk about something simple like the weather or if you’ve eaten.

Unfortunately, Zihao has neither of those things and therefore, no easy conversation starters. The only thing he has as he walks towards you after class is sheer determination and a voice at the back of his head that sounds vaguely like Zhang Hao telling him to go for it.

“Closeup choreography videos?” You ask before he does, metaphorically pulling the imaginary rug from under him. Whatever half-assed thing he was planning to say promptly disappears from his brain.

“Uh..uhm…yes!” Great, Zihao. Actually no, not great.

“Sunbaenim! Yes sunbaenim, thank you!” He adds belatedly, wincing as he bows in apology.

When he finally looks up, you don’t seem mad at him for forgetting the honorific. Rather,there’s a small smile on your face as you send him the videos.

“You dance really well by the way. I always have a fun time filming you.” You say as Zihao is about to thank you for the videos. Ah, there goes the rug again.

“I like your videos.” He manages. I like you. No Zihao, stop. “You do them very good.”

Yeah he definitely needs to work on his Korean. And on being less nervous, maybe, but he’s not sure if he can do anything about that.

“Oh thank you,” You smile even more and his heart really won’t stop jumping. “I hope so.”

He watches as you place the last of your filming equipment into the large bag you bring everytime you come to the studio. Ah, there’s an idea.

“Can I…” You look at him and really, why is he so nervous? “Do you need help with…?”

He gestures at the bag, the exact Korean words escaping him again.

“Oh my bag?”

“Yes! Your bag!....sunbaenim.”

“Ah it’s okay,” you say and Zihao feels his enthusiasm dampen just a little bit. You pause before saying:

“We should talk more. I can text you if that’s okay?”

It takes Zihao a few seconds to translate that and a few more for the meaning of it to sink in.

“Ah yes! It’s okay!”

Maybe he’s a little too enthusiastic now but you don’t seem to mind, the corners of your mouth quirking upward.

“Okay, please wait for my message. I’ll get going first, see you Zihao!”

He waves back and just like that, you’re gone and maybe Zihao’s smiling a little too much but he doesn’t care. He did it. He actually talked to you. And you want to text him which means you want to talk more. The dancer practically bounces out of the studio, reaching for his phone when another thought dawns on him.

Speaking a language was one thing. Texting was a whole other. What if you used abbreviations or slangs that he didn’t know? Are there rules? How long should he wait before replying back?

Zihao moves on auto-pilot, dialling the number and not even waiting for the other person to speak when the call picks up.

“Hao-ge!”

“Aiya, what do you want from me now?”

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“He looked so surprised when I complimented his dancing. I think he got nervous, the way he speaks is so cute. I wonder if I had that much trouble speaking when I first moved here. And he offered to carry my bag, I mean, how sweet is that? Like, I really thought he’d be weirded out when I asked if I could text him out of nowhere but he looked so happy about it….”

Jiwoong just keeps nodding as you ramble about the progress you’ve made with Zihao. Well, it’s one extended conversation but progress is progress. Your phone chimes and you literally stop everything you’re doing to open it. Your friend watches as your expression turns fond. You eagerly type back a response, send it and go back to your laptop, just a little more chipper than before if that’s even possible.

“So I take that everything is going well?”

“Mhmm, we’re hanging out after his next class where I’m scheduled to be filming. I asked if he wanted to get coffee at the cafe near his studio. My treat.”

“That sounds good, should I join as well?”

“Respectfully no, and even if you did, you should be paying for both of us as the eldest one.”

“Hmmph”

“Look, I know you think you’re cute but-”

“I know I’m cute. I mean come on, look at me.”

“Oh I’m looking and I’m not really seeing it, sorry.”

“Ah, I see how it is. I’m sorry I’m not a dancer with-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.”

Jiwoong finishes the sentence.

Zihao, on the other hand, is currently figuring out how to form a coherent sentence. Luckily he’s got help.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-”

“Matthew-ah, I love you but please don’t start.”

“Wait. So why are we gathered here today?”

Zhang Hao looked so done. No one was blaming him though. Zihao had bargained, begged and bribed the older boy for a crash course into the wonderful world that is Korean texting and well, dating etiquette. He did not want to mess this up.

And because Zhang Hao is an angel and loves him very much, Zihao is now in the capable hands of Seok Matthew, vice president of the foreign student society and Sung Hanbin, the university’s mr. popular because he’s literally friends with everyone. His Hao-ge graciously agreed to preside over their session as the designated Zihao translator. And Kuanjui was there for moral support. Actually, Zihao didn’t know why he was here but he’ll take what he can get.

“I asked Hao-hyung for help.” He said, the nerves returning when they all look at him. “And he called you to teach me how to..how to…”

He doesn’t even need to look at Zhang Hao for help before the older one smoothly takes over. Wow, he is an angel.

“Zihao wants to learn how texting works because he’s finally talking to the person that’s been making him go 심쿵 for weeks”

“Yes!” Zihao adds enthusiastically before pausing. “...what does 심쿵 mean?”

“Wah, you used to be like that Hao-hyung.”

“Excuse me, I was not.”

“Oh true, hyung never asked for help when he didn’t understand something. He just looked it up, went home and studied another hundred vocabulary.”

Zhang Hao had a lot of patience but Zihao’s pushed his limits enough to see when the older boy begins to contemplate murder.

“Thank you in advance for your help, sunbaenims!” He says loudly, dropping into a low bow.

Kuanjui whistles from the corner he was stretching in. Zihao almost forgot he was there.

“A little too low, Zihao, if you had straightened your back more, it would have been a perfect 90 degrees.”

“We’re the same age, Zihao-ssi.” Hanbin says kindly.

“Does vice president count as being his sunbaenim?” Matthew asks, now looking a little confused himself.

Zhang Hao just sighs very deeply.

Regardless, Zihao learned a lot that day. Sung Hanbin is a very good teacher and Matthew has a lot of helpful tips on what he can do if he forgets a Korean word. Zhang Hao patiently translates everything he wants to say. And Kuanjui teaches him how to do a perfect 90 degree bow because why not?

*심쿵 [sim-kung/shim-koong] - when your heart races because of something/someone you find exciting/thrilling/shocking

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Texting Zihao is fun.

He seems to favour using those cute little emojis especially when you know he’s trying to describe something that he can’t seem to remember the word for in Korean. His texting slang is surprisingly on point, though it interchanges with very formal speech. Not that it bothers you obviously, it’s quite endearing.

And before you know it, you’re on your way to the dance studio, a little more excited than usual since you’ll be hanging out with Zihao after. You fall into your usual routine. Greeting the teacher, choosing a corner, setting up your tripod as the students file in.

When he walks through the door, you give him a wave and he stops in his tracks. A pretty smile spreads across his face and he waves back before freezing and greeting the teacher and you with 90-degree bows. You stifle a laugh. Cute and respectful, literally everything you could want in a man.

Once class begins, you fall back into your roles. You’re professionals after all.

“Ready to go?” You ask when he approaches you after, still in the middle of putting away your equipment.

“Ah, one moment? I…” He falters and gestures at his bag and then himself. “I fix my…in the…”

“No worries, I’ll wait for you.” You figured he might need a few minutes to freshen up. He rushes off and you take your time packing everything up. You fix your hair in the studio mirror and reapply lip balm, not wanting them chapped especially in the winter wind. Maybe you’ve dressed up a little nicer than you usually do, wearing one of your favourite sweaters since the colour compliments your skin.

You hear his footsteps approaching the studio. When he walks in, it’s you who needs to take a few seconds. Somehow, he’s managed to change from the rolled up sweats and t-shirts that he usually wears to class into a white turtleneck, denim jacket and jeans. It’s very boyfriend. He’s even got glasses, white frames perched on his nose. While you don’t know if they actually help him see better, they’re definitely not doing anything to help your poor heart.

“You look nice, very handsome~” you add playfully because honesty is the best policy.

His cheeks flush and this time you know it isn’t from dancing.

“Ah, thank you sunbaenim.” You swear that he gives you a one-over before saying, “you too.”

At this point, you should probably tell him that it’s okay to speak to you more casually. Though it might be difficult, you know, as a foreigner to adjust from formal to casual speech. And there’s something about the way he says sunbaenim that you find so endearing so you let it be. Maybe after the next date.

“May I help you with your bag?” He offers, just like the last time although the line seems more practised now.

“Ah, no it’s okay, really.” You tell him as you both begin to walk out of the studio. “It’s not that I don’t want to but the equipment inside is quite fragile so I just like to hold it myself so I don’t worry.”

“I’ll be careful?” he offers tentatively, really, his smile is so precious.

“Maybe next time.” You say which seems to satisfy him.

Talking with Zihao is just as fun as texting him, if not more.

He’s a little awkward but he listens so attentively when you talk. The gestures he falls back on when he can’t find a word and the way his face lights up when you find it for him, asking to hear it again and repeating after you.

The cafe is cosy. You ask him for his order and pretend not to see or hear him when he tries to pay. But you let him bring the pastries to your table, sitting across him tucked away in a little corner with plush seats, your legs nearly touching. It’s quiet for a moment, he’s looking down at his fingers with a shy smile and you? Well you’re looking at him.

“Shall we eat?”

“Ah, sunbaenim should go first.”

Even though you insist it’s fine, he still waits for you to take a bite before he tucks into his food. It’s good. The lychee cake you chose is not too sweet, the cream light and fluffy and just right. The sound you make must have been louder than you thought because Zihao’s eyes flick up to you immediately.

“It’s really good,” you tell him. Then, a slightly risky idea pops into your head. You take the risk.

“Do you want to try some?”

You take a forkful and hold it up to him. He leans in without thinking, basically letting you feed him. The action must have clicked a moment later because he freezes mid-chew, looking at you with wide eyes as you giggle.

“It’s good right?”

He nods, swallowing. Then, he takes a forkful of his own pastry and offers it to you with another shy smile.

“Do you want to try, sunbaenim?” He parrots your words.

Now, it’s your turn to fluster, not expecting your actions to be returned so directly. Still, you lean him and let him feed you as well. Flavours burst in your mouth and you let yourself express it to him, giving a thumbs-up.

The rest of your date goes similarly. Almost too well, you think. It’s arguably one of the best dates you’ve been on since you started university but maybe you’re biased, who knows?

“Let’s see each other again, yeah?”

If Zihao’s smile can get any wider, it definitely does, he nods so fast you’re worried he might strain his own neck.

“I want to see sunbaenim again~” He says cutely.

Maybe it’s a little too soon but you’re already thinking of confessing the feelings you both know are there next time. Maybe you’ll even try and hold his hand. Regardless, there’s no ending in this film where Wang Zihao doesn’t become your boyfriend.

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