Ming Chenguang | WKH ~ Yingtai
genre: fluff
summary: yingtai having her first lead acting role
age: Yingtai = 16 / Bohai = 13
warnings: none
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“Bohai, get out,” Yingtai sighed.
“My teacher said he taught you as well!” Bohai exclaimed.
“Great, who was it?” the girl asked, paying more attention to her drama homework than her little brother.
“Bohai, you’ve got homework!” you shouted up the stairs, seeing the boy stood in his sister’s doorway, not at his desk.
Bohai hummed in reply, picking up random things off Yingtai’s shelves.
“You do this every single day,” she complained.
“Um, so do you,” he snarled as he finally left, the door remaining wide open.
Yingtai rolled her eyes, getting up and kicking it shut.
“Finally,” she muttered, returning back to the laptop in front of her to right up her statement of intent.
“Yingtai!”
“What?!” she shouted, storming out her room.
“Phone for you,” Kunhang smiled, “happy.”
Yingtai rolled her eyes, taking the phone from her dad, running back up to her room as she put it to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Is this Miss Wong Yingtai?”
“Y–Yes. Can I ask who’s this?”
“This is Mr Xiao, we met at the auditions for the upcoming drama, My First?”
“O-Oh yes! Mr Xiao! I–I’m happy to hear back from you.”
Mr Xiao chuckled lightly, “Miss Wong, you don’t even know what I’m about to say.”
“A-Ah yes.”
“But, do not worry. It is good news, you’ve been casted as Ming Chenguang.”
“Chenguang?” Yingtai repeated, “as in...”
“The lead role,” Mr Xiao smiled, “we’ll see you at the read through early November, thank you for your co-operation.”
Yingtai bowed, though she was alone in her room, “thank you Mr Xiao! I’ll work hard.”
“Hmm, have a good day.”
“You too!”
But the phone was already dead.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, “oh my god. Oh my god! Dad! Mum!”
“What? Who was he? Wa–was he that guy? Mr Xiao?!” Kunhang exclaimed.
Yingtai nodded, tears forming in her eyes, “I’ve got the lead!”
“What?!” Kunhang yelled, scooping his daughter into his arms as you ran forward, taking you in as well.
“I got the lead,” Yingtai repeated with a slight giggle, as though trying to process the words.
“My baby,” Kunhang breathed, kissing her head, “when did you grow up, hmm? An actress. Our little actress.”