Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?
Pairing: Reader x Xiaojun
Themes and Warnings: Explicit language, mild sexual content, mild violence and references to drinking/alcohol. Deals with themes of toxic masculinity, insecurity, gaslighting (sort of), and jealousy…
Start Date: 5th Nov 2020
~ Updates every Thursday and Friday @ 9pm GMT/3pm CST ~
01 - Ready?
02 - Moving Day
03 - When's the housewarming?
04 - He Doesn't Even Go Here
05 - First Impressions
06 - Party Time
07 - The Housewarming (written post 1.4k words)
08 - New Followers
09 - Stubborn
10 - An Evening Interrupted (written post 2k words)
11 - No More 3am Bruno Mars
12 - An Invite
13 - Maybe He's Not So Bad
14 - More Noise? What A Surprise...
15 - You of All People (written post 3.5k words)
16 - Not Today
17 - Apology (written post 2.2k words)
18 - It's Not a Hickey!
19 - Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire
20 - 5 Seconds to Run
21a - The Feeling's Mutual
21b - When I'm Around You
22 - Worth It
23 - Bear Hugs (2.4k words)
24a - Babysitting Duty
24b - A Night to Remember (1.6k words)
25 - ACTUALLY
26 - Lock Your Doors and Windows
27 - Silent Treatment
28 - A Good Show (1.4k words)
29 - Anything For You
30 - Something To Tell
Xiaojun Ending:
1 - Official
2 - As Long As You're Happy
Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?
Pairing: Reader x Xiao Jun
Themes and Warnings: Explicit language, mild sexual content, mild violence and references to drinking/alcohol. Deals with themes of toxic masculinity, insecurity, gaslighting (sort of), and jealousy…
Start Date: 5th Nov 2020
A/N: I'm a little late but it's finally back!!! Kind of a longer chapter to make up for lost time haha. I hope everyone had a good holiday period, things are a little difficult but hopefully things like this^ bring you a little bit of happiness! And honestly thank you everyone for your patience!! I've had a lot on my plate but things are a lot calmer now so there will be way more frequent updates! :) I think I added everyone to the taglist that asked but I may have forgotten/lost a few so let me know since I know I did get a few!
~ Updates now every Monday, Wednesday & Friday @ 9pm GMT/3pm CST
Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?
Pairing: Reader x Xiao Jun
Themes and Warnings: Explicit language, mild sexual content, mild violence and references to drinking/alcohol. Deals with themes of toxic masculinity, insecurity, gaslighting (sort of), and jealousy…
A/N: Sorry it's late today! I forgot to schedule the post for today and it took a while to edit!!
Word Count: 1.9k
Summary: This is literally just Kun being a badass dad friend... Not my best writing, but enjoy! ;)
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You sighed contentedly as you washed up the last of the dishes, draining the sink as Kun folded the dish towel, neatly hanging it on the towel rail. You’d had a pleasant evening cooking with him, making a number of Chinese dishes you’d wanted to try, like hot and sour stir-fried napa cabbage and beef noodle soup. You’d originally wanted to do all the cooking yourself and surprise the boys, but seeing as though now it was just the two of you, you’d thought it probably best to make use of Kun’s culinary skills. Having thoroughly tidied the kitchen and boxed up all the leftovers for Winwin and Yangyang, the pair of you made your way to the living room, dropping down onto the sofa which had become your pride and joy of your apartment.
“Ahh I’m so full,” you said, exhaling heavily. “That was so good!”
Kun chuckled. “Yeah, it turned out quite well,” he said, shifting the cushions behind him. You internally fist-pumped, secretly a little bit pleased that Kun enjoyed your meal. To be complimented on your cooking skills by chef Kun himself was the highest honour, although you couldn’t take all the credit since he’d actually done half the work.
“Mainly thanks to you,” you said, smiling at him appreciatively, to which Kun chuckled dismissively. “Ah, you did most of the work, I was just your assistant,” he said.
“A very helpful assistant,” you replied pointedly. “Wanna watch a movie then?” you asked as you reached for the remote control off the coffee table.
“Sure, what were you thinking?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure,” you said, wearily switching on the TV and xbox. You spent the next few minutes browsing Netflix to find something to watch and once you’d settled on a film you shifted closer to Kun, reaching for the blanket which had been lying haphazardly at the end of the sofa to keep you both cosy.
A few minutes into the movie, you felt the ceiling begin to vibrate and the heavy echo of pounding bass surge into the room. Kun turned to you to give you a look that seemed to say ‘what on earth?’ and you leaned your head back, letting out a frustrated groan realising that yet again it was your neighbour’s ridiculously loud music interrupting what was supposed to be a relaxing evening.
“Is it always like this?” Kun asked, frowning. You shrugged.
“I mean, it’s not everyday, but it’s pretty much always this loud…” You pouted sinking lower under the blanket.
“I didn’t realise it was this bad. I’m surprised you get any sleep at all. I mean how can people be so inconsiderate?” You could hear the irritation in Kun’s voice. You were pretty angry about the constant noise emanating from upstairs, but you were generally quite passive whereas you could clearly tell Kun was starting to get pissed.
“Yeah, I don’t know. It sucks, but I guess we’ve kind of gotten used to it now,” you replied.
“How are you supposed to get used to it when you can barely even hear your own TV over it? You shouldn’t have to put up with it.” Kun said matter-of-factly. You groaned in response, burying your face in the blanket. “Aghhh I know, but it’s not like I can do much about it, I already tried asking him…” you whined, looking up at Kun in exasperation, but he met you with what can only be described as an unsympathetic look.
“Of course you can do something about it! Why don’t you just talk to him again? And actually assert yourself this time? Or if that doesn’t work just talk to the building manager or put in a complaint or something. Honestly, you and Yangyang are hopeless…”
He did have a point. There was plenty you could do but you just didn’t have the guts to do it. You were rather non-confrontational and didn’t want to end up in a nasty row with your neighbour after only one month of living there, but it seemed Kun had other ideas.
“Ughh Kun, you know I don’t like confrontation. I don’t want to end up with a neighbour that hates me,” you said. Kun sighed.
“So you’d rather have to put up with this everyday for the foreseeable future than have some asshole who’s not worth your time potentially dislike you?”
You looked back at Kun sheepishly, almost as though you were a student who’d just been caught acting up by their teacher. You knew he was right, and you were being irrational, since Dejun’s music caused you problems daily, not to mention reducing your nightly sleep to an average of 4 hours, but you just didn’t have it in you to confront the issue.
There was a pause before Kun pushed the blanket off his knees and stood up. “Well, if you’re not going to do anything then I will,” he said, before taking off toward the entrance hall of your apartment.
“Wait what?!” you shreiked, panic bubbling up inside you at the thought of what he was going to do, and leaping to your feet you scurried down the hall after him.
Kun swung your front door open as you caught up to him, and marched out of your apartment, turning to go up the stairs to the next floor. Now realising his intentions, you halted at the door, too embarrassed to also make an appearance at your neighbours door. Instead you stayed in the doorway peering round to the stairs and watching as Kun ascended. “Kun!” You squeaked. “What are you doing?!” Kun barely paused to look back at you before continuing on upwards.
As much as you wanted to chase after him and drag him back down the stairs, by the determined expression on his face you knew there was no point, so you stayed put, but after wedging your door open with one of Yangyang’s shoes that was cluttering up the entrance, you moved a little closer to the bottom of the stairs so as to try and hear what was going on.
Soon you heard the clunk of a door opening, but clearly the walls were too thick, or something like that, as all you could hear was a faint mumbling, and you could only pick out one or two words. Nonetheless, you decided to stay there and listen, waiting in anticipation for the outcome of Kun’s abrupt disturbance of your neighbour’s evening.
~ Upstairs – Kun’s POV ~
“Yeah?” Xiaojun answered the door wearing a black long-sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants, his dark brown hair flopping softly down over his equally dark eyes. His expression was one of disinterest, Kun thought, which only served to fuel his irritation.
“Hi, I’m Kun. I’m a friend of y/n downstairs?” Kun faltered a little in his conviction. Confrontation wasn’t really in his nature, however his years battling to make it in such a competitive industry as his had taught him to take control and make a stand when he needed, so after taking a split-second to recompose himself, he spoke again, this time his voice much firmer. “We were wondering if you could possibly turn your music down. It’s incredibly loud and right now we’re trying to watch TV and it’s quite distracting. And actually y/n said it’s been a problem before.”
“Huh. Why doesn’t y/n come ask me herself then since she’s the one who actually lives here?” Xiaojun challenged. Kun growled internally. The cheek of this guy.
“I believe she already did, but apparently you didn’t listen, so I thought you might need a reminder,” Kun jabbed, becoming a little passive-aggressive.
Xiaojun raised his eyebrows, sensing the frustration in Kun’s voice and scoffed. “What, you her boyfriend or something?”
With every passing second Kun grew to dislike Xiaojun more and more, and that remark certainly didn’t help one bit, thus, deciding that he’d had enough of the shorter man’s attitude he decided to throw all pleasantries aside. He was done being nice. “So what if I am?” He said, standing taller, but to Kun’s displeasure, Xiaojun just chuckled darkly looking at the ground before lifting his eyes and smirking at the older man in front of him. “Heh, pretty bad boyfriend if she’s still using Tinder…”
Kun clenched his jaw. Clearly that Lucas guy had been talking, making his tactic completely useless, but who the hell did this guy think he was? This level of antagonism was completely unreasonable, and over what? Turning some goddamn music down.
“Look,” Kun said. “I don’t want any trouble, but could you please just turn the music down? Y/n’s tired all the time these days because your music keeps her up all hours and she has to get up to go to work early in the morning. Just because you’re a failed musician or something doesn’t mean no one else has jobs to go to.”Kun hadn’t intended on saying the last part of his speech, since he knew himself how hard an industry it was to break into, and it wasn’t really his style to shame someone like that, but something about Xiaojun’s attitude just made him annoyed beyond reasonable reaction and boy did his outburst hit a nerve.
“Excuse me?” Xiaojun replied, his voice much louder than before and his posture much more aggressive compared to the casual position he had been in just seconds ago. But Kun wouldn’t be intimidated, and glared at Xiaojun, looking him directly in the eyes to make one final comment. “Just keep it down, or we’ll be putting in a formal complaint”.
“Yeah, whatever,” was the only reply Xiaojun gave, before stepping back and shutting the door in Kun’s face. Could’ve gone better, but it certainly got the message across.
~ Downstairs – Your PoV ~
You stood in the stairwell fidgeting your hands and straining to listen to the exchange between the two men upstairs. It had only been a couple of minutes but it was making you tense nonetheless. You were silently willing Kun to waltz down the stairs saying everything was fine but suddenly you heard a voice from upstairs much more clearly. Your eyes widened and you cringed as you heard Xiaojun’s raised voice rhetorically asking “excuse me?!”, realising the conversation wasn’t going as pleasantly as you had hoped. You weren’t sure you wanted to hear the rest of it, but you kept on listening. Luckily for you however, the voices returned to the same muffled humming as before, until you heard a door slam, Kun emerging on the stairs a moment later.
“Kun! What happened?!” you whisper-shouted, as though you were afraid Xiaojun might hear you, moving out of the way as Kun strode past you before following him back into your apartment. Kun stopped in the hallway briefly to look at you. “Lets just say I don’t think he’ll be bothering you anymore.”
You wanted to ask what on earth had gone on, but clearly that was all Kun was willing to say on the matter, so you simply followed him back to the living room where he flopped down onto his place on the couch.
“Come on then, now we can actually watch the movie,” Kun said, stretching his arm out to you as you wandered towards the couch. Obediently, you took his hand and he pulled you down next to him so you leant against his shoulder, throwing the blanket that had earlier fallen to the floor over you both, and with that you spent the rest of the evening watching the film in peace, but with the niggling thought in the back of your mind that your neighbour Xiaojun may very well have just put you on a vendetta list.
Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?
Pairing: Reader x Xiao Jun
Genre: Angst
Themes and Warnings: Explicit language, mild violence and references to drinking/alcohol. Deals with themes of toxic masculinity, insecurity, and jealousy…
Word Count: 3.5k (good lord this took forever to write, and please excuse the dialogue, arguments/fights are not my forte...)
Your evening started like any other night out with the boys; a drink or two at yours with Yangyang and Sicheng, then on to meet Renjun and whoever else (this time Yeonjun and his girlfriend Yeri), before heading to the bar. The first half of your evening was rather pleasant, spent sipping cocktails with your friends in a cosy booth Renjun had managed to book, with the odd dance here or there. It wasn’t until you and Renjun were dancing wildly on the dancefloor having consumed just enough alcohol not to care what people thought, that you saw a familiar face looking at you from across the room by the bar.
You smiled back at Lucas as he gave you a cheeky smirk, seemingly having noticed you had caught him watching. You held eachother’s gaze for a moment before you shyly looked away and back at Renjun, heat rising in your cheeks that definitely wasn’t due to the alcohol. You hadn’t really spoken to Lucas that much, maybe the odd conversation about your day, or work, but mostly if you did talk to him it was about Xiaojun. You weren’t sure you liked Lucas in the romantic sense, and you didn’t really have enough interaction with him to go on, but being who and what he was, just having his attention was enough to make you blush, or any girl for that matter. You were sure he’d probably be getting a lot of attention tonight. Looking back up as you danced to see if he was still watching, you saw he wasn’t and instead was leaning back on the bar, talking to someone sat on the barstool next to him. Scanning the rest of the area around him you realized he was with Ten, and you could only assume that the figure on the stool facing away from you was Xiaojun. Your gaze lingered a little too long, as Xiaojun soon turned around, his eyes seemingly searching the sea of people crowding the dancefloor before landing on you. Startled, you immediately averted your eyes, hoping he hadn’t caught you watching, and decided to move your focus back to Renjun.
Your eyes lit up as ‘Rain On Me’ started playing through the club’s speakers and you grinned at Renjun, starting to mouth the lyrics at eachother. Not a moment later though, your phone buzzed in your hand, not having put it away from taking pictures with Renjun earlier. Checking who it was, you rolled your eyes when you saw a text from Yangyang, stating what you already knew. You quickly replied, and seeing Kun reply immediately after you replied again to keep him happy and slid your phone back into your bag, rejoining Renjun in hyping to Lady Gaga.
It seemed you couldn’t catch a break though, as not long after, you felt a hand on your shoulder taking you out of the moment. You frowned, ready to give whichever pompous fuckboy was trying to get your attention a piece of your mind, but when you turned, you were met by a broad chest belonging to none other than Lucas Wong, who stood towering above you.
“Funny seeing you here,” Lucas said leaning down towards your ear so as to be heard over the pounding music. You giggled at him as he rose back up, giving you his ever so charming signature smirk. It was then that you noticed Xiaojun emerge next to him, looking at you a little apprehensively and mururing a ‘hey’ that way barely audible above the noise. Smiling pleasantly you greeted the two young men. “Well hi guys, this is a nice surprise!” You said.
“It sure is,” Lucas grinned as Xiaojun nodded at you.
“You guys come here much?” you said, mentally facepalming as the words left your mouth. You were plenty tipsy and anything could have fallen from your lips, yet out of all the things you could have said, you went with the most awkward cliched chat up line possible.
“I don’t. Not really my scene.” Said Xiaojun, his soft, low voice just about cutting through the noise of the club. It figured. Although your dark and brooding neighbour was clearly a fan of Ariana Grande and Bruno Mars, he certainly didn’t seem the type to enjoy clubbing, let alone dancing. Perhaps a quieter bar, with a couple of pool tables, dim neon lights, and guys stood around in worn down leather jackets would be more to his liking. It was nonetheless intriguing seeing him out of his comfort zone in a place like this, surrounded by people like Lucas, whose outgoing and flirtatious personality was in total contrast to his.
“Yeah I’ve only been here a few times, though maybe we’ll have to come more often now we know you come here” Lucas added, giving you a devilish wink. You swooned a little at the action but out of the corner of your eye you swore you could see Xiaojun rolling his eyes.
Suddenly, you were jerked back to reality as you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, and you realised you’d been so distracted by Lucas’s flirtatious gestures that you’d totally forgotten about Renjun. “Hey y/n who are your friends?!” Renjun yelled drunkenly through over the music.
“Oh right. Guys this is my friend Renjun. He’s a dancer too! Renjun, this is my neighbour Xiaojun and his friend Lucas,” you said, waving your hands towards the two of them.
“Ahh the elusive neighbour and his hot friend I’ve heard so much about,” Renjun slurred, beaming at everyone before taking Xiaojun’s hand to shake, then Lucas’s. Your eyes widened in disbelief at Renjun’s choice of words, and he let out a pained grunt as you subtly elbowed him in the stomach. The little shit.
Xiaojun had his usual stoic expression as he said hi to Renjun, but Lucas smirked as he held out his hand to shake. “Pleasure to meet you,” he said.
“Likewise. Wow. You really are tall,” Renjun blurted, eliciting a deep chuckle from Lucas. You were going to kill that kid.
“Too tall for his own good. Only thing it’s good for is spotting people through crowds like this and getting things out of cupboards,” Xiaojun commented with a hint of disdain. Clearly he was used to people commenting on his friends’ height. You snickered at his comment nonetheless. He was after all, unneccessarily tall. “Oh I can think of plenty of other things its good for,” Renjun joked. You raised your eyebrow. That boy had definitely had enough alcohol for the night.
“So you guys wanna dance?” you asked in an attempt to move on from the topic of Lucas’s appearance and what his height might be useful for. The two boys nodded and for the next 15 minutes or so you danced and sang together blissfully, Renjun and Lucas making jokes every now and then like the clowns they are. You were too in the moment to notice, but a small smile tugged on Xiaojun’s lips as he watched you dancing with wild abandon, admiring your serenity and the care free look you had as you moved your body in perfect rhythm. As a dancer, you were in your element and Xiaojun couldn’t look away. Obviously your club moves were much simpler than your usual dance routines but no matter the amount of alcohol you’d consumed, your body flowed to the music as naturally as a fish swims.
Before he knew what he was doing, Xiaojun was moving closer to you as though being drawn by a magnet. As the song ended and faded into the next you looked up at him, now right next to you and gave him a grin as your hips started swaying to the next song.
“I can tell you’re a dancer.” Xiaojun leaned in to speak, and a heat rose to your cheeks. You knew you could dance but you hadn’t realised you’d been putting on that much of a show. “Oh uh, really? Thanks,” you awkwardly stuttered.
“Maybe I could see you dance sometime? I mean, not in the club,”Xiaojun said. You flushed. He wanted to see you dance? Was is you or was he flirting? “Um, well maybe... I suppose you could come to one of our open rehearsals?” You replied coyly.
“Sounds good. And I mean, you have seen me sing, so it’s only fair,” Xiaojun teased. “I guess that’s true”.
For the next few minutes you continued dancing and chatting with the boys before you felt a body pressing lightly against yours from behind. It dawned on you that it was in fact Xiaojun, and you looked round to see if he had been pushed into you making space for someone passing through perhaps, but despite the throngs of people in the club, you saw no evidence of that. Meaning he was doing it on purpose. Was he really coming on to you right now? Flirting was one thing, but dancing with you like that in such close quarters was a little intimate for your liking. You had realised by now that you were definitely attracted to Xiaojun in some sense, but you still hardly knew the boy and grinding on him in the club defintely didn’t seem like the best step in the progression of your relationship. Sure, you’d spoken to him a few times since you went to see him at the café, mainly in the hall on your way back from walking Bella, and he was and a lot nicer than you had anticipated, but you couldn’t say you were too comfortable with where he seemed to be taking this. Not wishing to make things awkward, you politely shifted away from him, moving closer to Renjun instead, and as you did so, you caught Lucas raising an eyebrow at you.
Eventually, your group dispersed and you and Renjun went back to find the others. When you told them you’d ran into Lucas and Xiaojun, Yangyang and Winwin naturally teased you about it, tellng you you couldn’t have both of them, and Yangyang being Yangyang refused to drop the subject matter. He was your best friend, so you could forgive him, since you knew he meant no harm, but after a while his incessant nattering about it teed you off so you excused yourself and went to use the restroom.
On your way back from the restroom you came across Lucas, by the looks of it on his way to the bar and he stopped with a grin when he saw you. “Y/n. Crazy seeing you again,” he joked. You laughed breazily at his terrible attempt at humour. “Hi Lucas.”Lucas paused, as though thinking for a moment. “Can I get you a drink?” he said, nodding towards the bar. With the amount of alcohol currently in your system, you didn’t even need to think. A drink with Lucas? Yes please. So, you went to the bar with Lucas, who ordered soju for the both of you, before raising his drink for a toast. “Geonbae!”
For a while, you spent the time chatting and laughing with Lucas as you downed your soju, not noticing a certain someone glaring at you from across the room, but soon, Renjun, having been wandering about the club in his cheerful tipsy manner, saying hello to random people all over the place, joined the two of you at the bar. Lucas and Renjun seemed to get along pretty well as they had done while you were dancing, making corny jokes at eachother back and forth, but eventually, Lucas said something that flustered you somewhat.
“So, I’m the hot friend huh?” Lucas said, eyeing you mischievously and nodding to Renjun who had originally let slip that you had referred to him as hot. Of course he would bring that up, how could he not? “Um, well-“ you fumbled with your speech. You were well and truly tipsy by now but apparently still not drunk enough to talk to your attractive acquaintance without tripping over your words. “Heh, don’t worry. I get that a lot,” he said. “Although, the girls aren’t always as cute as you.” You blushed and giggled at Lucas, totally unaware of the intoxicated man slowly and resentfully making his way towards the three of you. “Oh, uh, thank you,” you giggled.
“OMG you have to go home with this guy,” Renjun ‘whispered’ in your ear. That earned him yet another discreet elbow to the chest. “What?! You’re totally flirting!” He protested, as Lucas took a swig of his drink, thankfully paying no mind to Renjun’s comments.
“Oh, hi Xaojun,” you said, as you finally became aware of the boy approaching you. “What are you doing?” Xiaojun said, disregarding you, and glaring at Lucas.
“Okay then…” you muttered under your breath. The least he could do was say hi back. “Oh I was just saying how beautiful y/n is,” Lucas said, smirking back at his shorter friend. “Oh yeah? Well maybe you should back off a bit. That’s a little forward don’t you think?”
You sighed. What was up with him? You raised your eyebrow as you witnessed your neighbour needlessly defend you from Lucas’s flirtations. He was speaking with conviction, but there was certainly a slight lilt in his voice, indicating he had drunk more than his fair share of poison tonight.
“I’m just saying it like it is,” Lucas said shrugging. “Just because you’re too scared to say something doesn’t mean we all are.”
“Oh get over yourself Lucas,” Xiaojun snapped. Renjun turned to you, giving you a look that clearly red ‘well this is awkward’.
“Just because you’re a model it doesn’t mean you can just hit on any girl you like. Especially not my neighbour.”
Your hands balled into fists as you glowered at Xiaojun. You were tired of his frosty attitude. “Uh, well ‘your neighbour’ has a name and and I think she will decide who can hit on her or not thank you very much,” you huffed defiantly at Xiaojun, drawing his attention away from Lucas to yourself. “Now will you calm down? I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night.”
“Yeah dude, you’re kinda ruining the mood.” Renjun chipped in, probably not the best idea, because as soon as he spoke, Xiaojun’s glare was fixed on him. “Oh yeah? Well fine. I’ll go. I know where I’m not wanted, and that’s clearly nowhere you are” he said turning to you, before stepping back to leave. “Xiaojun wait! We didn’t mean-“ Xiaojun swiveled back and cut you off before you could finish. “Oh come on, I know you hate me y/n. Go on, admit it,” he spat. “You think you’re so much better than me with your perfect job and your little sugar daddy to do everything for you. What do you think he’d say if he saw you dancing like that with this jumped up little shit.” He looked at Renjun in contempt and your jaw almost hit the floor. In 21 years you’d never been spoken to like that. Except by maybe that Stacey girl you’d had a feud with in middle school when sh accused you of ‘stealing’ her ‘boyfriend’, but that was beside the point. Not only was Xiaojun ruining your evening by pointlessly dragging Lucas for his flirting, but now he was insulting your best friends? This was very much NOT okay.
“EXCUSE ME?” You yelled, your eyes burning with fury. “Don’t you fucking dare talk about Renjun like that! And Xiaojun, you’ve been nothing but rude to me since I moved in! Why do you think I don’t like you?! Not because I think I’m better than you but because you’re just an asshole!” His dark eyes were fixed on you as you yelled back at him and you could smell the whisky on his breath as he stared down at you, but out of the corner of your eye, you were vaguely aware of the third friend sidling through people towards you, seemingly yelling at people ‘damage control coming through! Damage control coming through!’ “Huh is that right? You think I’m an asshole? Well you know what I think? I-“ Before Xiaojun could continue his shoulder was pulled back by a stern looking Ten.
“What the fuck are you doing Xiaojun? You’re drunk, now leave y/n alone.” You looked up at Ten in relief. You didn’t really know the guy but he seemed to have a calming aura about him and you were just glad that someone was here to help you diffuse the situation. Anything that Lucas or Renjun had to say would only add fuel to the fire. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do Ten, I’m not your kid,” Xiaojun snarled as Ten gripped him b the shoulder.
“Yeah but from the looks of it you’re ruining y/n’s evening and I think we should get you some water before you ruin everyone else’s too.”
“Yeah come on buddy, just go with Ten and calm down,” Lucas added, patting Xiaojun on the back. “Oh so you three can get back to ogling eachother? Why don’t you just get it over with already and make out on the bar?”
Xiaojun was clearly slipping into a drunken haze now, his words getting angrier and even more slurred. “Jesus will you just let it go-“ Lucas rolled his eyes as he spoke but was cut off as Xiaojun’s fist collided with his jaw. Your eyes widened in panic as you realised where this was going. “Fucking hell!” Renjun exclaimed, watching as Lucas held his jaw as he stumbled back against the bar. Xiaojun may be significantly smaller than Lucas, but he could certainly pack a punch. “Hey fuck you man, I was just trying to-“ Xiaojun landed another punch as Ten struggled to hold him back.
You watched, horrified as Xiaojun struggled against the two boys, not knowing what to do. If you called the staff over you knew everyone would get thrown out and that would be the end of your night, but if you did nothing someone was sure to get hurt. You looked around to see if any passersby might help the situation but they all seemed disinterested. Panicking, you took your phone out and texted the group chat, hoping that Winwin or Yangyang might see it and come to the rescue. Not that they were particularly helpful in these situations, but the more the merrier.
As the two boys managed to get Xiaojun somewhat under control – either that or he was getting tired – he started to still, Ten holding him in place. You stepped closer, hoping that you could talk to him and ease his mind, tell him it was okay, but as he shook himself free, having given up on fighting Lucas, his elbow collided with your neck, sending you reeling back into Renjun.
As everyone turned to you with wide eyes, checking to see if you were okay, a bouncer appeared behind Ten having seen the commotion. “Guys I’m gonna need you to leave. You’ve caused enough trouble for one night.” The bouncer said, looking at the 3 taller boys. The boys slowly nodded, mumblung ‘okays’ before the bouncer nodded towards you. “You alright?” You noded with a small smile, not wanting to make any more of a commotion. At this point you just wanted to leave and get some ice for your throbbing throat. “Okay you can stay,” the bouncer said, pointing at you and Renjun. “You three with me”.
You watched, dumbfounded as the boys gathered themselves. Xiaojun looked forlorn and you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. Sure he was acting like a total asshole, but in truth he was drunk, and he didn’t seem at all the same person you’d talked and laughed with under the one-person umbrella on your way home from the café a week prior.
“I- I’m sorry y/n” Xiaojun gulped, before he was dragged away by a furious looking Ten, followed closely by Lucas and the bouncer. “Are you okay?” Renjun asked worriedly as he gently gripped your hand and a tear slid down your cheek. “Yeah. I’m okay. Let’s just get some ice for my neck and get out of here…”
When you got home, you promptly kicked off your sandals and went to the living room, flopping down into the lap of your giant teddy bear that was sat in the corner taking up far too much space. Yangyang and Sicheng followed not far behind, and being the mischievous boys they were they piled on top of you in a big hug, knocking half the air out of you, but at this point you were too fed up to care. “Why do guys suck?” You whined.
"Hey we don't suck!" Winwin exclaimed, his voice a little muffled from where his face was squished agains the arm of Mr. Gom. "Sure," You replied sarcasticly, earning a little nudge before you all burst out in a fit of giggles, squeezing eachother tighter in the hug. You sighed cheerfully, feeling a little better after your trainwreck of a night. You certainly weren't letting them sleep like this, but for now you snuggled in your friends' warmth, enjoying their embrace and allowing it to sooth you before you faced the harsh reality of tomorrow.
Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?
Pairing: Reader x Xiaojun
Themes and Warnings: Explicit language, mild sexual content, mild violence and references to drinking/alcohol. Deals with themes of toxic masculinity, insecurity, gaslighting (sort of), and jealousy…
Disclaimer: All work is fictional, and not an accurate depiction of any real people mentioned within the story, nor is it intended to be an accurate or realistic depiction of said people.
“Hey.” The atmosphere was awkward as you stood in the lobby of your apartment building having agreed to talk with Xiaojun. You had slipped out unnoticed by Yangyang, who would most likely be none too pleased at your willingness to spend time with the man who had inadvertently given you a bruised neck during his drunken tirade, and not in the pleasant way.
You turned left out of your building, following Xiaojun in silence until he spoke up again. “Are you okay to walk? I know it’s hot but there’s this place I know a mile or two away I thought we could go to.” You confirmed you were okay, having dressed appropriately in shorts and sneakers and sidled up to Xiaojun so you were walking side by side. You were thankful for the noise of the city as you walked, the both of you hesitant to start the conversation you knew you needed to have.
“So uh.” Xiaojun chewed on his lip as he tried to find the right words to start, a habit he’d picked up over the years when he was nervous. “I really am sorry about the other night y/n. I really regret what I said, it was awful and I was drunk and- and just angry about some stuff, so I understand if you don’t like me, but I really want to make things right.”
You nodded slowly, taking in his words. “Yeah, it was pretty awful… but I don’t think you’re a bad guy Xiaojun, you’re just- just kina frustrating. I think I can forgive you, but I just wanna know why you lashed out like that…” Since that day you went to his café, you had realised Xiaojun wasn’t just the stoney, cold bad boy he seemed to be on the surface; that there was a much softer and gentler side to him. When you saw his face light up at the sight of Bella, and the genuine carefree smile on his face when he held her, to the serene look on his face as he strummed on his guitar. It all told you there was something more to this boy, and you wanted to find out what. You wanted to find out why he was such a stubborn ass, when he was clearly a softie deep down. And you wanted to know why he fought with his friends so much.
Xiaojun sighed deeply at your request. “Lucas,” he said grimly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “He was going on at me about… stuff. He’s one of my best friends but he can be a right jerk.” You scoffed at the irony and Xiaojun looked at you. “Yeah takes one to know one right? But you know, he’s this big ripped model and thinks he’s invincible, while I’m just this scrawny little nobody… He’s always bragging about girls and telling me how useless I am when it comes to that, and the other night he just took it too far. I guess he got in my head and I didn’t handle it well, and I took it out on you, so I’m sorry…”
Your eyes softened a little as you listened to Xiaojun rant. You never imagined that he’d be holding on to insecurities like that, let alone that one of his own best friends would be rubbing it in his face. You knew boys bantered over stuff like that, but it’s small things like that which can trigger peoples insecurities and produce some grim results, so you could understand where Xiaojun was coming from. “Oh… Lucas did mention something like that…”
Xiaojun looked at you in annoyance. “Of course he did,” he grumbled. There was a pause before Xiaojun spoke again. “So, do you think you can forgive me? And I promise I’ll keep my music down or wear headphones from now on too.” You chuckled at his last statement.
“Yeah, I think so. I get why you were annoyed, Lucas is a bit… much. But you shouldn’t have brought my friends into it. And next time? Maybe go a little easier on the liquor.”
“Next time?” Xiaojun said playfully, his expression turning into a smirk, to which you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, sorry, I know. I promise it won’t happen again y/n.”
“Well thank you, apology accepted.” A small smile played on Xiaojun’s lips as you answered, mostly out of relief, but also out of astonishment at your forgiveness. In truth, he’d been a complete and utter asshole, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if you despised him and had said you never wanted anything to do with him ever again, but mercifully, you hadn’t.
You continued the rest of your walk quietly, making small talk about how long he’d lived in Hannam, who Renjun was and so forth. Eventually you came to a small trail on a hill around the back of the infamous “Hannam The Hill” complex, that led to a small viewpoint, shrouded in trees.
“Wow, I never knew this was here…” You breathed as Xiaojun led you out onto the platform, overlooking most of Seoul. “Yeah, not many people know about it. I come here when I need to think,” Xiaojun admitted leaning forwad on the wooden barrier.
“It’s beautiful, you can see so much of the city…” You stopped gazing out across the city as you caught your breath from the climb. Who knew Xiaojun was the sort to come somewhere as pretty as this in his down time? Really you were humbled that he trusted you enough to bring him to such a private place for him.
“Heh, yeah it’s pretty nice, especially at night. Helps me clear my head.”
You spent the next few moments in comfortable silence, appreciating the view, feeling the warm sun oon your face. You’d just closed your eyes, embracing the little bit of fresh air you were getting as a change from the usual stuffy dusty air of the city when Xiaojun spoke again.
“Thank you y/n…” You blinked back at him.
“For what?” You asked, puzzled.
“For being so patient, and giving me another chance. Not many people do…” Your heart pounded in your chest, stunned by the moment of sincerity.
“You don’t need to thank me Dejun, everyone deserves a second chance,” you said, smiling softly back at him. “I think you’ve given me more than two chances. And I really mean it. You’ve been more patient than most. I mean, you even came to see me sing at that dumb café. That… really meant a lot. My musical career hasn’t exactly taken off and at this point I’ll take all the audience I can get….” You looked Xiaojun in the eyes to respond sincerely, but saw an indescribable sadness in them that made your heart sink.
“Really it mas my pleasure but… that must be hard,” you whispered.
“You could say that. Doesn’t help when your dad and brother are always on your case about why you’re not getting anywhere, telling you ‘you’re wasting your life in Korea’, and that ‘if you’re still working at that coffee bar in 12 months you’re coming back to China’… Just because they’re big hotshots in the industry back home.” Here was the baggage you had been looking for. You had guessed he had more on his plate than he let on, and clearly this was it. You didn’t know why he was trusting you with all this, but you were glad he was. “Wow… That’s rough, I can’t believe they’d say that to you…” Your brows furrowed as you took in everything Xiaojun was saying, and you couldn’t help but feel sympathy towards him. “Yeah well I’ve dealt with it most of my life. The successful favorite brother. I’m just the failure. You know, your friend called me that, ‘a failed musician’…” “He did what?!” Your eyes widened at what Xiaojun had just told you. You couldn’t believe that Kun of all people would say that to him. You were definitely having words.
“Heh, don’t worry I’ve been called worse, I’m used to it…” Xiaojun snorted indignantly.
“No, no that’s not okay… Kun should know better…” You shook your head, genuinely feeling a little guilty.
“Really its fine, it was a heat of the moment thing. And I guess after what I said on Saturday it can be forgiven…”
You nodded. “Still, he shouldn’t have said that. It’s a hard industry to get into and you’re trying your best. Your voice is incredible Xiaojun, any label would be lucky to snap you up. It just takes a little more exposure, putting yourself out there, and I’m sure you’ll make it.”
Xiaojun looked genuinely taken aback. “Well it’s definitely not as simple as that, but thanks.” There was a bashful smile on his face as he thanked you, seeming genuinely grateful for your compliment.
As the conversation stilled, you stood against the wooden fence of the observation deck, taking in the view of the city in silence and feeling the cool breeze trickling through your hair, providing some relief from the hot sun. Then you had a thought, as you realised there was still something you hadn’t cleared up. “By the way,” you looked up at Xiaojun, a small smirk on your face. “It’s really not like that with me and Kun…” Xiaojun looked at you quizzically. “He’s pretty much like my big brother. I’ve known him since I was in middle school. His parents are friends with mine and he went to school with my brother… I guess he’s always just looked out for me like a little sister. He looks out for all of us. So you can drop the whole sugar daddy thing.”
Xiaojun snickered. “Heh yeah. Sorry about that… Guess I was just jealous,” he admitted, much to your surprise. “Oh…” you said, flushing a little and clearing your throat. “You know, I think if you two gave eachother a chance, you might get on.” You brushed Xiaojun’s comment off choosing to ignore it and work on reconciling him and Kun. Xiaojun scoffed. “I don’t think he’ll be willing to give me another chance after everything, especially that,” he said pointing to the bruise on your neck. “Well I don’t know, I have,” you shrugged. “Kun’s a good guy, he doesn’t hold grudges for long unless you really deserve it.” You paused, contemplating whether to tell Xiaojun what you were going to say next. “He’s a producer you know...”
“What?” Xiaojun looked at you in surprise.
“Kinda big time. He’s worked on some pretty big songs.” You knew Kun was going to be utterly mad at you for attempting to use him to help this guy, but nevertheless you wanted to try and give Xiaojun at least a little bit of hope, something positive to pull him out of his head. “Woah. Didn’t really have him down as the musical type.”
“Oh really? What type did you have him down as then?” You said, playfully challenging Xiaojun to make another quip about Kun.
“Honestly I don’t know. I didn’t put that much thought into it to be honest.” You both laughed, the glowing sun lighting up Xiaojun’s face as his eyes creased in genuine, happy laughter.
“Well, maybe one day I can introduce you properly, he might be able to help you”. “Yeah one day. Let’s just focus on getting him to not hate me first,” Xiaojun said cynically, but with a tone of amusement in his voice.
You laughed, relieved that you could no longer feel the tension that had been between the two of you earlier, and that Xiaojun now seemed to have a genuine smile on his face. All the angst that had been clouding his aura before was now gone for the most part, and you happily enjoyed the rest of the afternoon, chatting and embracing the peace of Xiaojun’s little sanctuary. And when you got home, despite Yangyang’s nagging, you were filled with a resolve to actually make an effort with Xiaojun and get to know your mysterious neighbour.
Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?
Pairing: Reader x Xiao Jun
Themes and Warnings: Explicit language, mild sexual content, mild violence and references to drinking/alcohol. Deals with themes of toxic masculinity, insecurity, gaslighting (sort of), and jealousy…
Start Date: 5th Nov 2020
A/N: Oh lord there's a horrible typo in this I'm so sorry -_-
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Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?
Pairing: Reader x Xiao Jun
Themes and Warnings: Explicit language, mild sexual content, mild violence and references to drinking/alcohol. Deals with themes of toxic masculinity, insecurity, gaslighting (sort of), and jealousy…
Start Date: 5th Nov 2020
~ Updates now every Monday, Wednesday & Friday @ 9pm GMT/3pm CST
I Like Me Better | 14 - More Noise? What A Surprise...
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Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?
Pairing: Reader x Xiao Jun
Themes and Warnings: Explicit language, mild sexual content, mild violence and references to drinking/alcohol. Deals with themes of toxic masculinity, insecurity, gaslighting (sort of), and jealousy…
Start Date: 5th Nov 2020
~ Updates now every Monday, Wednesday & Friday @ 9pm GMT/3pm CST
