BAITER V.S. BAITED
𐔌 ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ 𐦯 ┆you decided to do the ‘rage baiting my boyfriend’ tiktok, and james easily fell into the trap.
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ zhao yufan x f!reader.ᐟ ┆w. 1,776┆female reader. established relationship! slice of life
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james was currently sitting in your vanity chair, waiting for you to finish setting up your phone.
“what kind of video is this again?” he asked, watching as you struggled to prop your phone at an angle that kept both of you in frame.
you hummed thoughtfully, finally finding the perfect spot on your desk where the camera didn’t cut either of you off. “it’s just a list of questions people say a girlfriend should ask her boyfriend to see if his intentions are truly genuine. i don’t know, i saw it on tiktok and thought it’d be fun to try with you—especially since i already know you’ll have all the right answers.” you shrugged with a bright smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
he beamed at the affection, eyes following you fondly, completely oblivious of what’s to come.
“oh, okay! but are you sure you don’t want to sit here instead? i can grab another chair so we can both sit,” he offered as you moved behind him, picking up your small notebook from the counter, filled with carefully written questions.
you shook your head, smiling. “it’s okay. this way we’ll both fit in the frame. it won’t take long anyway. when you’re ready, can you press the button to start?”
he nodded, turning toward the camera and pressing record. a small laugh slipped from him, his eyes sparkling with a mix of nerves and excitement. “i’m kind of nervous… but excited.”
you giggled softly before clearing your throat. “alright, first question.”
james nodded eagerly, watching you through the camera as you read from your notebook. “if i were in your ex’s body, and she was in mine… who would you choose to be in love with?”
his smile fell instantly, the sparkle in his eyes vanishing just as quickly. you quickly hid your grin behind your notebook, biting back a laugh as he sat in terror.
“what?” he said slowly, barely processing what was going on.
you cleared your throat again, getting into character. “i asked, who would you choose to be in love with if i was in your ex’s body, and she was in mine?”
he glanced off to the side, visibly caught off guard, before answering a little too carefully. “you… of course!”
you raised a brow. “oh, so you’re saying you’re still in love with your ex?”
his head snapped toward you. “what? no! i just said i’d love you!”
you squinted at him suspiciously. “yeah, but i’d be in her body… so what does that mean? you’re still attracted to her?”
“huh?? no! you’re twisting my words. if you’re in her body, then it’s still you. i’m choosing you. i don’t care what body you’re in. i just want you.” he responds, moving his hands animatedly.
you dropped your jaw dramatically. “wow. so now you’re saying my body isn’t attractive?”
he froze. “what? no, that’s not what i said!”
you shook your head, crossing your arms. “you literally said you don’t care what body i’m in. so you’re basically saying mine isn’t enough for you because you ‘don’t care’ about it.”
his eyes widened as he slowly turned toward the camera, panic written all over his face—like he was silently begging for help, before whipping back around to you. “baby, i promise you, you’re the most attractive, most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen.”
you hummed in response, pretending to consider it, while james slumped forward and rested his head in his hands in pure distress.
you giggled softly before flipping the page in your notebook. “okay, second question.”
he peeked at you through his fingers, watching cautiously through the camera lens as if bracing himself.“if a girl complimented you and said you smelled really good, what would you say?”
he lowered his hands slowly. “thank you…?” he answered carefully, like he was stepping on thin ice.
you shook your head in exaggerated disappointment. “why is she even close enough to smell you in the first place?”
his jaw dropped. “what?! she could’ve just walked past me!”
you tilted your head. “walked past you and took a deep inhale?”
he stared at you, blinking. “i can’t control the airflow around me!”
you narrowed your eyes. “so you’re admitting you smelled good enough for her to notice.”
he let out a helpless laugh, running a hand down his face. “i showered for you! do you want a stinky boyfriend walking around?”
“right, right,” you dragged out, nodding slowly as you glanced back down at your notebook.
in front of you, james sat stiffly, shoulders tense, eyes locked onto the page like it held his fate. he looked genuinely afraid of whatever was coming next.
you cleared your throat. “if your ex called you, would you pick up?”
he shot upright instantly. “no!” the answer came out so fast it almost overlapped your question. for the first time since the video started, he looked proud of himself—like he’d finally dodged one successfully.
you quirked a brow. “why does she still have your number?”
“she doesn’t! i blocked her, i promise. this is just hypothetical—if she were to somehow be able to call me,” he rushed out, words nearly tripping over each other.
you stared at him, completely unamused.
his shoulders sagged. he slumped deeper into the chair, dragging both hands down his face before letting them fall limply to his lap. “you know what? fine. you want me to change my number? i’ll change it. i’ll get a new phone. i’ll even move cities!”
you placed a hand on your hip, staring at him. “so you’ll leave me behind? wowwww,” you dragged out dramatically. “is it so you can meet up with her in said city?”
his lips pressed into a thin, defeated line. he turned slightly toward the camera, side-eyeing it like it had personally betrayed him. “i don’t want to play this game anymore.”
you waved him off, already looking back down at your notebook. “alright. last question—”
“finally!” he cut in, relief washing over his face.
you shot him a look from the corner of your eye, just enough to silence him before continuing. “anyways… if we were to break up, would you get back with your ex?”
a slow grin spread across his face. he glanced at the camera with a smug little smirk, clearly proud.
“yes,” he answered confidently. “because you would be my ex. and i’d want to get back with you.”
you paused.
“but i meant your other ex,” you clarified sweetly. “so what you’re saying is you want to get back with your ex?”
his arms flew up in exasperation. “what?! if we broke up, you would be my ex—not her! so obviously i’d try to get back with you!”
you tilted your head. “i was talking about your other ex though… so technically you just said yes.”
he stared at you in disbelief.
“no, I didn’t!” he insisted, leaning forward in his chair, hands gripping the armrests like he needed support. “context matters! you asked if i’d get back with my ex. if we break up, you are the ex. therefore the answer is yes, but only to you!”
you hummed thoughtfully. “so you’re admitting you’d have two exes.”
he froze.
slowly, dramatically, he leaned back in the chair and covered his face with both hands.
“i’m being set up,” he muttered into his palms.
seeing his distress, you couldn’t help but laugh—breaking character completely.
he peeked through his fingers at the camera one last time, watching you giggle uncontrollably beside him. “why are you laughing?” he asked, hands falling from his face as he stared at you, eyes wide and slightly betrayed.
you caught your breath between fits of laughter, finally calming down as you took in his sad, puppy-like expression. gently, you cupped his face in your hands. “aww, baby, i was only kidding! you know i wouldn’t actually get mad at you for the way you answered those stupid questions.”
he pouted, still sulking. “i never want to do something like this ever again.”
you laughed again, peppering soft kisses all over his face until he finally smiled, gently pushing you away to catch his breath from all the affection.
with a playful grin, you ended the video, shutting off your phone, and turned back to your boyfriend still sitting in the chair, sulking after the ten-minute ‘torture’ you’d just put him through.
“i can’t believe everyone is going to see that. you didn’t even give me time to recover between questions—I just kept getting hit with them,” he grumbled as you grabbed his hand, tugging him gently off the chair and toward your bed.
he huffed, flopping onto the mattress with an arm draped over his eyes. you laughed quietly, watching from beside him. “come on, it wasn’t that bad.”
he lifted his arm, peering at you with the most serious expression. “it really was. now promise me you’ll never do something like that again.”
you rolled your eyes playfully. “i promise i’ll never do anything like that again.”
he lifted himself slightly on his elbows, shaking his head. “nope! say it like you mean it. and… add ‘to my boyfriend’ at the end.”
you put a hand on your hip, raising a brow. “really, james?”
he smirked. “yup!”
sighing, you put your hands behind you. “i promise i will never do anything like that to my boyfriend, zhao yufan, ever again.”
he exhaled contentedly, lying back with his hand behind his head. “now that’s more like it.”
a grin spread across your face as you showed your fingers, revealing the tiny hidden gesture of you crossing your fingers behind your back. he gasped. “how dare you!”
before you could react, he tugged you onto the bed with him, tickling you mercilessly. you gasped between laughter, wriggling to escape. “okay! okay! i was just kidding! i promise i won’t!”
he shook his head, still grinning. “i don’t know… you could still be crossing your fingers. i don’t know if i can believe you anymore.”
“no, no! i promise! i swear! zhao yufan, i’m going to pee myself if you don’t stop!” you cried between giggles.
finally, he sighed, smiling, and relented. “okay, okay, i believe you.”
you exhaled, catching your breath, and he watched you with that content, soft smile that always melted you.
then he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling you close, letting you lay on top of him. you nestled into him, knowing this was the only way to properly pay attention to your loving boyfriend—who you had just mercilessly put through ten minutes of chaos.
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