Justin: I’ll be bad cop, you’ll be good cop.
Chengcheng: Got it.
[later]
Justin: Tell us who did it, or else.
Chengcheng: Yeah! Spill the tea sis!
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Justin: I’ll be bad cop, you’ll be good cop.
Chengcheng: Got it.
[later]
Justin: Tell us who did it, or else.
Chengcheng: Yeah! Spill the tea sis!
BF! Chengcheng Texts
(A/N: I didn’t meant to basically write an engagement scene? It was supposed to be a promise ring but then it sorta turned into an engagement ring?? Idk either works I guess ;-; Anyway, this is for the lovely anon who requested it, I hope you enjoyyyy bby~ it was a blast to write!!)
Masterlist
Zhengting: It’s funny how you two are such good friends. Didn’t he hate you at first?
Zeren: Xinchun hates everybody at first. It’s his way of reaching out to people.
Xinchun: If you think about it, birthdays are satanic.
Wenjun: How?
Xinchun: A small gathering of people huddled around an object on fire chanting a repetitive song until the fire is blown out and a knife is stabbed into an object.
Zeren: Can we not do this on my birthday.
Zhengting: How on EARTH did Chengcheng and Justin break their bed?
Wenjun: I... don’t even want to know.
[the night before]
Chengcheng to Justin: I bet you can’t jump high enough to touch the ceiling.
[Chengcheng and Quanzhe, trying to contact spirits]
Chengcheng: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!
Quanzhe: You know that will never work ri-
Justin, through a walkie-talkie disguised to look like a spirit box: *claps his hands*
Quanzhe, on the verge of tears: ZHENGTING-GE!
Justin: *sneaking back into the dorms at 2am*
Zhengting, turning around in his chair: Where have you been?
Justin, panicking: uhh, I was with Wenjun-ge!
Wenjun, also turning around in his chair: Try again.
Zhengting: Hey Quanzhe, you want me to do a tarot card reading for you?
Quanzhe: Oh, sure!
Zhengting: [laying down cards] Alright, this one tells me you’re a precious angel, this one says your smile is heavenly and-
Quanzhe: Zhengting-ge, these aren’t even tarot cards they’re just pictures of me...