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Lin Yanjun ✨ 》

Genre: Hogwarts AU, Fluff, Mild Angst

Pairing: Slytherin! Keeper Yanjun x Gryffindor! Chaser Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

lin yanjun; stranded

pairing; lin yanjun x reader

⇢ word count; 2.3k

⇢ genre; office au, CEO au, fluff

⇢ warnings; probably boring, this is my first time writing on here. please enjoy!

“Are you ready, sir?” I asked him as he walked out of his office. He took a deep breath and nodded, forcing a small smile on his face. I was convinced that he hated going to meetings. He would always do this sort of routine so that he could calm down so I kind of figured.

I gave him a closed lip smile and together we walked to the car garage. When we got there, the doorman handed me the keys and while walking I pressed one of the buttons, unlocking said car. I had no idea which car we were taking. It was always a mystery that I didn’t have control over even though I was the one driving them. Sad, right?

Forget Me Not pt.2

Requested?: Kind of? Quite a few of you wanted a second part lol

Words: 5.3k

Group: Nine Percent

Member(s): Yanjun

A/N: Read part 1 before you read this! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it ;)))

It wasn’t until you had passed that Yanjun finally realized just how much you meant to him. His best friend in the entire world, someone who he had taken for granted, you were his everything. He craved your presence, your smile, your touch. He misses you more than anything, more than anyone. Yanjun had locked himself in for weeks, mourning over you the whole entire time. He didn’t even go out to buy food or get any necessities. All of yours and his friends had visited him often, but he would just be sulking or crying the whole time they were there. They brought him food and other essentials, but every time they returned when they thought he needed more, they noticed that he hadn’t touched anything. He had even gotten sick one of those weeks; he caught a cold and coughed an awful lot. Luckily, he was able to get over the fever thanks to the help of his friends delivering medicine. However, he still wasn’t fully well...maybe because he didn’t want to. Perhaps, he thought that if he died of this sickness, he could join you wherever you were.

All Yanjun could do was scroll through your phone, which he luckily was able to have, and scrolled through your old conservations with him. All he could do was to scroll and cry himself to sleep. He just missed you. It was nearing the day of your funeral and Yanjun cried more than ever. However, he took the time to finally clean himself up and take care of his needs. He wanted to be a better version of himself for your funeral. He wanted you to know that he was doing fine, even if he really wasn’t. For the first time in weeks, he stepped out of the house. He had rung up a few of his friends, thanking them for taking care of him despite mourning over you as well. He was more than grateful when Ansheng had offered to help him clean up. She told him she would be over soon so he took a quick shower, which was rare for him, and he cleaned up all his tissues. A knock was heard and Yanjun hesitantly shuffles towards the door. He squinted his eyes at the brightness of the outdoors when he opened the door. Finally adjusting to the light, he looks down to see Ansheng, offering a supportive smile. “H-hey...come in. Sorry, it’s messy,” Yanjun sighs, welcoming her in, kicking away a few stray tissues he had missed earlier. “My goodness. Let’s start with opening all your blinds and windows,” Ansheng shakes her head, marching towards the window. Soon enough, all the curtains were pushed aside and the windows were wide open, letting in the fresh summer breeze. Yanjun was already beginning to feel better. Finally, for the first time since your death, Yanjun smiles. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles he gave his friends when they dropped food off for him, it was a genuine smile. “Look, I know you’re still mourning and all and you have every right to, but think about it this way. Y/n wouldn’t want you to be like this. I know it. Even if I only met her that one time, I know she wouldn’t want you to stay like this,” Ansheng reasons. “You’re right,” Yanjun quietly nods. “Alright, go get dressed because I’m taking you out,” Ansheng smiles, patting him on the back. --- “Eat up. You need to eat,” Ansheng encourages. “I know...this burger just reminds me of all the midnight snack runs I had with y/n,” Yanjun sadly stares at his cooling burger. “Think about it this way. Y/n wants you to cherish all the good times you had with her. She wouldn’t want you to make it all sad and gloomy,” Ansheng takes a sip of her drink. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” Yanjun groans, lowering his head. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Eat up because we’re going to get you a nice suit for the funeral,” Ansheng smiles kindly, causing a small blush to rise on Yanjun’s sunken cheeks. After eating, as Ansheng promised, she took Yanjun to get a new suit. Although it was a quick trip since Yanjun was literally about to cry as soon as he chose the suit, he really had to admit that getting out of his house made him feel a lot happier. With the positive coaching of Ansheng, he learned to keep the happy memories happy rather than twisting them and making them darker than they really are. “Hey, thank you so much for today. Thank you for taking care of me,” Yanjun smiles at the younger girl, bowing deeply as a thank you. “No problem. I’m always here for you, you know?” Ansheng chuckles. “Seriously though. I don’t think I would have gotten out of this hell hole if it weren’t for you,” Yanjun comedically points to his house. The dark night and sparkling stars filled the sky. The cool summer breeze blew gently around the two. Now that Yanjun had gone out, he really didn’t want to go back into his house. However, Ansheng needed to go home and they both needed to sleep after a long day. “I’ll come by tomorrow, yeah? We can revamp your house. Get rid of some old things,” the shorter girl shyly brushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. “That would be nice,” Yanjun nods, twisting the doorknob, opening the door, “Goodnight. Get home safely.” “Thanks. See you tomorrow,” Ansheng happily waves, making her way back to her car. When Yanjun sees that she has driven away, he closes the door and flips on the light switch. He had to admit that he had a good day today, especially since his crush came by and dragged him out. “Y/n, I hope I didn’t disappoint you,” he whispers to himself, glancing over at a picture frame of the two of you from a couple summers ago. Despite that picture being only a couple years old, the two of you looked a lot younger. The picture was taken at the same beach he had taken you the day you passed. Both him and you were clad in your swimsuits and you were on his back. You were on his back, holding up a peace sign, smiling so brightly. Your legs were wrapped around his torso and he supported you with one arm, his other was holding a peace sign, matching yours. Looking at the photo always made him cry, but tonight, it made him smile. He was grateful for the time he had with you. Despite knowing that he was the one that pretty much killed you, he also knew that you would never want him to blame himself. “See you soon,” he sadly whispered to the photo before cleaning up and heading to bed. --- A loud knock woke Yanjun from his deep slumber. Groaning quietly, he tosses his blankets off and trudging towards the door. Opening it, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He was way underdressed, hair a mess, and there was probably drool on his face. “Looks like you just woke up, huh,” Ansheng’s cute giggle made Yanjun blush. “Yeah, your knocking woke me up,” he huffs, hiding his pink face behind his hands. “I’m sorry,” she chuckles, letting herself in. “It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting you this early. Let me go get cleaned up,” he closes the door behind her. “Yanjun, it’s almost afternoon,” Ansheng laughs, pointing at the clock. Yanjun’s eyebrows shot up and he whipped around to look at the clock. She was right, it was almost the afternoon. He was sleeping so soundly. It was the best sleep he has had in weeks. Shyly, he laughs along before heading to the bathroom to clean up. “Do you want to go out for lunch?” Ansheng asks when Yanjun steps out the bathroom. “Sure,” Yanjun shrugs, picking up the jacket that he found laying on the couch. “We can buy some new things for your house on the way back...Yanjun?” Ansheng pauses when she notices Yanjun had frozen in place. Yanjun hadn’t even realized that he had one of your jackets in your house. He picked it up, thinking it was his, but it wasn’t. He bit his lip, not wanting to cry. He desperately tried to blink the tears away, but now he couldn’t get your face out of his head. A gentle touch brought him back from his thoughts. “We should probably get her things out of your house,” Ansheng’s quiet voice soothes him. “Sorry,” he sniffs, dropping the jacket back down onto the couch. Ansheng simply slides her small hands into his bigger one, giving it a comforting squeeze. Hand in hand, they exit Yanjun’s dark house and into Ansheng’s car. Yanjun leans against the window as they drove in comfortable silence, quiet music playing in the background. Closing his eyes, Yanjun thought back to the last day he spent with you. He was the one driving while you sat next to him, music playing softly in the background. Taking a deep breath, Yanjun opened his eyes again. The car stops and he notices that they’ve arrived at his favorite cafe...well it was your favorite so he decided that it would be his favorite as well. “This was y/n’s favorite cafe…”Yanjun sadly stares at the strangers piling in and out. “Oh, I’m sorry, you told me it was your favorite so I thought it would cheer you up a little. I didn’t know. Do you want to go somewhere else?” Ansheng apologizes, starting the car again. “No, it’s okay. It was my favorite too,” Yanjun smiles weakly, shaking his head. Ansheng nods, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. The two of them exited the car and entered the cafe. It was just as warm and cozy as Yanjun remembered, but it felt empty without you next to him. One of the baristas recognized him and waved at Yanjun. He shyly waves back and leads Ansheng to the front. The barista seemed to look confused when he sees that you weren’t there with him. “Hey, I haven’t seen you and y/n in a while. How’re you doing?” Zhengting, the barista, asks innocently. Yanjun chuckles sadly, “Y/n passed away a few weeks ago. That’s why we haven’t been here in a while.” “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Zhengting looks down sadly, “I didn’t know.” “It’s fine,” Yanjun offers a smile, “Can I get my regular?” “Of course, and for the lady?” Zhengting looks up again, smiling. Ansheng hesitates a little and Yanjun orders for her instead, “Get her y/n’s regular.” “Gotcha. It’ll be on the house. Please tell y/n I said goodbye,” Zhengting pats Yanjun on the shoulder before typing in their order. “Thank you,” Yanjun smiles before leading Ansheng to yours and his corner of the cafe. “You guys are pretty close, huh? That Zhengting guy seems nice,” Ansheng offers a cute smile. “Yeah. Y/n and I come here pretty often. Everything is so good here so I really hope you like it,” Yanjun hopefully looks at the girl in front of him. He couldn’t help but see a glimpse of you in Ansheng’s face and he quickly shakes it off, boldly reaching for her hand. Ansheng notices and takes his hand in hers, rubbing her thumbs comfortingly over the back of his hands. The food and drinks came quickly and Yanjun and Ansheng chatted away happily. Before they knew it, both of them had finished their food. Deciding it was time to head back, they waved goodbye to Zhengting and left the cafe. “Did you like it?” Yanjun asks excitedly. “Yeah, it was really good. Although y/n and I seem to have different tastes in drinks,” Ansheng chuckles. “Oh, yeah. Y/n really likes sweet things. I forgot you don’t have much of a sweet tooth,” Yanjun sheepishly laughs. “It’s okay. I enjoyed it nonetheless,” Ansheng shakes her head, opening the car door. The two of them made short stops to a couple stores, purchasing some new home decor before finally heading back to Yanjun’s house. --- “Alright, before we start decorating, we should probably get rid of the old stuff,” Ansheng suggests. “I agree,” Yanjun nods, setting the bags down. “Do you have any boxes? We can donate some things too,” Ansheng looks around the house. “I think I have a couple from when I first moved in still. Y/n and I wanted to make a fort at some point,” Yanjun makes his way to find the boxes, “I guess that didn’t happen.” There was a moment of silence. Yanjun came back with the box and unfolds them, placing them in the middle of the living room. Ansheng takes a deep breath before making a bold decision. “I think you should throw away anything you have that belongs to y/n,” she boldly states. “What?” Yanjun looks up shocked. “This way you won’t have a constant reminder,” Ansheng picks up your jacket from this morning, carefully folding it and placing it in one of the boxes. Yanjun watches as Ansheng reaches for a nearby marker and writing your name in bold font on the box before hesitantly replying, “Y-you’re right.” “Let’s get started?” Ansheng smiles, putting the marker back. Yanjun nods and decides to start in his bedroom as Ansheng continues cleaning his living room. Throughout the cleaning, Yanjun finally realizes just how many of your things are at his place. It saddens him that Ansheng had suggested that he threw it all away, but he knew she was just trying to help him. Finally finishing his bedroom, he carries all of your clothes that you had left here by accident and dumps it into the box with your jacket. “Hey, that was pretty quick,” Ansheng walks out of the kitchen with one of your mugs. “Oh, that’s actually my cup. Y/n gave it to me,” Yanjun points at the mug in her hands. “Sorry, I’ll put it back,” Ansheng quickly places it back on the shelf. Both Yanjun and Ansheng continue cleaning until all the rooms were finally free of trash and free of your things. Neither of them had noticed that the time had passed so quickly and it was nearly nine at night already. Ordering takeout, the pair sat on the couch, chatting quietly. “Oh yeah. I think this is y/n’s phone?” Ansheng pulls out your phone from her pocket, “I found it in the guest room.” “C-can I keep that?” Yanjun hesitantly asks, reaching for the phone. “You don’t have to ask me,” Ansheng chuckles, handing him the phone. Yanjun slips it into his pocket, patting it a couple of times. That would be the one thing he had to keep if he were to throw away everything else that was yours. There were a lot of memories in your phone that he couldn’t bear to toss. “By the way, it’s pretty late. Do you want to just stay the night?” Yanjun shyly suggests. Anshen seemed a little shocked, blushing a little even, “O-oh. If you don’t mind.” “I offered. Besides, I wouldn’t be a very nice...friend...if I let you go back home this late by yourself,” Yanjun chokes over the word ‘friend’. “Thank you,” Ansheng pulls Yanjun into a tight hug. He prays that she couldn’t hear his heart pounding. Oh, how he wished she liked him instead of Maotong. This must have been what it felt like for you and he immediately pulls away from the hug. Guilt began settling in and he stands up, quickly excusing himself to the bathroom. “Damn it, Yanjun. What are you getting yourself into,” he mutters to himself, splashing some cold water on his face. He blankly stares at his reflection for a few seconds. He swore he briefly saw your reflection next to his own, smiling brightly with a toothbrush in your hand and toothpaste all over your lips. He quietly chuckles to himself before stepping out. The smell of the take out made his stomach grumble and he quickly makes his way to the kitchen where he sees that Ansheng had set up the meal for the both of them. He gladly sits in the seat next to hers and they began eating, at first silently, but soon followed by old stories, terrible jokes, and laughing until they nearly toppled over. --- Yanjun gave one last look at your contents in that box before sealing it shut with some tape. Taking a deep breath, he carefully dropped the box in. He really wanted to keep your things, but he knew it was for the better if he tossed them out. Waving wearily, he left the box and left, shutting the door behind him.It will be a new beginning, Yanjun decided. Ansheng and Yanjun spent their days together, Ansheng cheering Yanjun up and Yanjun keeping her company. Yanjun was delighted at the fact that he could get so close to his crush. He was even able to convince her to cuddle with him despite still being slightly sick. Before they knew it, the day of your funeral had arrived. Rather than feeling all depressed and hopeless like he had expected, he was happy and at peace. Ansheng had helped him realize that you wouldn’t want to see him in the state he was in before. He wanted to be happy for you and now he finally was. However, there was another reason behind his happiness. The night before, the two were huddled together on the couch, watching a movie when Ansheng had unexpectedly confessed her budding feelings to Yanjun. He was more than ecstatic, but Ansheng asked if they could take it slow since she didn’t want either of them to get their feelings mixed up because of the recent event of your death. It was one step forward enough for Yanjun and the two of them drifted off to sleep, cuddling on the couch. “Ready?” Ansheng gently knocks on the bathroom door, waiting for Yanjun’s reply. “Just finished,” he opened the door, his smirk of a smile on his handsome face. “Let’s go. For closure,” Ansheng offers a charming smile of her own. Ansheng drove them both to the funeral. They had gotten there a little early so they decided to just wait in the car. Windows rolled down, soft music playing, summer breeze flowing through their hair, Ansheng and Yanjun sat in comfortable silence. Bravely, Yanjun slowly crept his hand closer and closer to Ansheng’s. He stiffened a little when he finally touched her pinky. He was about to pull away when he felt her hand slip into his and gave his hand a tight squeeze. He smiled, blood rushing to his cheeks. Unfortunately, a sudden cough from the boy shattered the mood and they both awkwardly pulled their hands away. “You’re still sick, huh?” Ansheng asks worriedly. “Yeah...it’s just a mild cough now though,” Yanjun sighs, ruffling his hair. “Hopefully it’ll get better soon,” Ansheng nods, then pointing outside, “I think they’re coming now. Let’s go.” Hand-in-hand, Yanjun and Ansheng made their way to the cemetery. Yanjun felt his throat tighten his breathing becoming uneven. Maybe he wasn’t ready to face you again after all. However, with a light squeeze from Ansheng, he was able to calm himself down. The ceremony passed quickly and Yanjun was barely able to finish his eulogy before breaking down in tears. He could feel your presence around him and it tugged at his heart. He wished he could have given you what Ansheng had given him. Unfortunately, it was too late. “Thank you for everything, y/n. I wish I could’ve given more to you...I love you,” Yanjun whispers as your casket slowly descends into the massive hole on the ground. Closing his eyes, a small smile appeared on his face when he thought back to all the good memories you and he shared. He felt Ansheng lean into him and he opened his eyes. Looking down, he notices that she had been looking at him. The two of them share a quiet giggle, before saying their last goodbyes. --- Soon, summer was over and Yanjun and Ansheng had begun their new relationship. Yanjun couldn’t have been happier and he knew that you were happy as well. The couple would often visit your grave for a chat or to pay their respects. Today, they were going to tell you about their relationship. “Hey, y/n. How are you?” Yanjun asks, taking a seat on the grassy floor. Ansheng sits down next to him after brushing away a couple of fallen leaves, “I hope you’re doing well.” “We have some news for you...even though I think you already know what it is,” Yanjun chuckles, “Well, Ansheng and I are dating now. Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’...okay?” A cool breeze brushed past the couple, causing them to laugh. They knew it was you and they were glad that you approved. After chatting for a good hour, the couple decided that it was time to head back. The sun was setting earlier and earlier, the cool, fall breeze got colder. The months passed quickly and the couple’s relationship had never been better. It was spring and the two of them laid in bed, cuddling face-to-face. Ansheng suddenly buries her face into the crook of Yanjun’s neck. He could feel her warm breath tickling him and he pulled her closer. “I...I love you, Yanjun,” Ansheng mumbles. He could feel her cheeks heating up against his skin and he tensed up, despite being drunk with sleepiness. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth and his eyes drooped. He hoped she knew that she felt the same way. Finally, after a good few minutes, half asleep, Yanjun finally speaks up. “I love you too,” he whispers, drifting off to sleep. --- Yanjun woke up feeling sick to his stomach and deep, aching pain in his chest. Gasping desperately, he peeled himself away from Ansheng, waking her up in the process. He could barely hear her concerned voice as he stumbles his way to the bathroom. Dropping to his knees, he grips the bowl of the toilet, feeling as if he were about to throw up. Instead, he dropped to the ground, unconscious. A soft beeping woke Yanjun up. There was a deep pain throughout his whole body. Groaning, he forced his eyes to open and to his surprise, was greeted by an unfamiliar face. “It’s good to see that you’re fully conscious now. I’ll give you some time to fully wake while I debrief what’s going on with Ansheng. Just press that button with the nurse on it when you feel like you’re ready,” the doctor informed, pointing vaguely to the right of Yanjun. The doctor left and he sat up on his bed. Ansheng rushed over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving, muttering about how he should have told her he was still sick earlier. Sighing, Yanjun’s eyes lazily rolled to the right of him. He reached for the cup and took a sip of water, but nearly spitting it out. There you were, sitting on the uncomfortable looking couch right next to his bed. You looked over and smiled at him. He missed that bright smile of yours. Blinking a couple of times, your figure disappears and he regrets ever blinking. He has had a few hallucinations after your death. He saw you everywhere and it brought him comfort. After he chugged the whole cup of water down, Yanjun pressed the little button to his right as instructed by the doctor. As soon as he pressed it, the doctor came in, Ansheng slowly trailing behind him looking upset and crying. “What’s wrong with me?” Yanjun swallows harshly. The doctor sighs, “You have hanahaki, Mr. Lin. Several actions may be taken from this point. You can either get the person you love to love you back or you can surgically remove the flowers. However, if you get them surgically removed, your feelings for that person will disappear along with the flowers–” “Wait. I have what?” Yanjun interrupts, standing up, “Hanahaki? I haven’t coughed up any flowers yet! Besides, Ansheng and I love each other...I think you’ve got it wrong, doctor.” “Mr. Lin, please calm down,” the doctor replies calmly, but coldly, “I’ll answer your questions one by one. Would you like for Ansheng to stay?” “Yeah, I don’t see why not,” Yanjun sits back down, eyeing his girlfriend who had her arms folded and head down. “Okay, what would you like to know first?” the doctor asked, slipping his pen back into his chest pocket. “If I have hanahaki, then why haven’t I been coughing up any flowers?” Yanjun asks, suspicious. “That is a good question. Well, one doesn’t start coughing up flowers until they are aware of the feelings they have for the other person,” the glares. “Aware…?” Yanjun furrows his brow, rapidly blinking. “I’ll leave you two to discuss. Press that button when you’re done,” the doctor sighs, leaving the couple alone. “You don’t even know, Yanjun?” Ansheng asks, coldly, barely lifting her head. “Ansheng, what’s going on?” Yanjun stands up to pull her closer. She pushes him away. “Yesterday night. You confirmed it yourself,” she glares at him, tears streaming down her face. “Last n-night?” he slowly backs away as she shoves him back onto the bed. “Every night I would wake up to you mumbling ‘I love you’ and I thought it was directed at me so I confessed last night. You said ‘I love you too...y/n’. Y/n...it’s always been her. I should’ve known. Y/n this, y/n that. Everything is about her! You never did love me–or even like me at all!” Ansheng screams, hitting Yanjun’s chest in between each word. Everything hit Yanjun at once. His true feelings, the flowers, the regret. He couldn’t even hear Ansheng screaming at him and he barely felt her fists pounding against him. He felt a tickle in his throat and he coughed. Flowers, gorgeous assorted flowers, flew straight out of his mouth, shocking both him and Ansheng. She backed away, a hand over her gaping mouth. Yanjun felt as if all his limbs were frozen. “A-Ansheng...I’m so...sorry,” he barely chokes out after a silent few minutes. He reaches out, but she shoves him away again, “Don’t even start. I’m heading home. Tell the doctor yourself,” she spits. Ansheng angrily storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Yanjun collapses back onto the bed. He slowly sat up, only to start coughing again. He manages to calm himself, but there was already a sea of flowers and flower petals lying around him. He didn’t know when, but he had started to cry. Picking up the flowers, he slowly examined them one by one after wiping his tears away. Anemones, pink carnations, and the flower that he could never wash from his mind, forget me nots, laid around him, decorating the boring, white hospital floor and bed. He weakly reached for his phone, barely grasping hit. Fingers shaking, he searches for each flower. Anemones - forsaken Pink Carnations - “I’ll never forget you” Forget Me Nots - true and undying love Sobbing, Yanjun tossed his phone aside. He knew exactly why he had coughed up those flowers. He coughed up anemones because you had abandoned him on this earth after your death. He coughed up pink carnations because he knows he won’t ever be able to forget you. He coughed up forget me nots because his love for you was true and undying. --- “I’ll get the surgery for you, Ansheng. Please, have faith in me...in us again,” Yanjun gently holds the girl’s delicate hands. After their new discovery of Yanjun’s terminal “disease”, the two had stayed clear from each other for a little while. Ansheng couldn’t bear the sight nor sound of him coughing up the flowers. She had to get away and Yanjun understood. However, she came around a few days later and the two talked about it. Ansheng had urged Yanjun to get the surgery. She didn’t want to see her love suffering over someone who was long dead. Summer was nearing and Yanjun could feel his body deteriorating slowly and painfully. Every day, he would cough up more and more petals and the flowers would just come up more intact than the last. Thankfully, the two agreed on surgically removing the nasty, yet beautiful flowers. So, Yanjun took himself to the hospital and tried to relax. Ansheng was the first person he saw after waking up. He smiled and she returned it, pulling him into a deep kiss. Finally, it was peace at last. --- “Y/n, I’m here by myself today. You’re doing fine I hope?” Yanjun sadly kneels in front of your headstone. A gentle breeze brushed past him and he smiled, “Well, it’s officially been a year without you.” Yanjun pauses, swallowing harshly. The hot, summer sun beat down through the trees, but he couldn’t help but shiver. “I still miss you, you know. I miss you a lot,” Yanjun sniffs, wiping a stray tear. Taking a deep breath, Yanjun shuts his eyes tightly for a few seconds before opening them again. There you were, sitting peacefully in front of him on your grave. You smiled at him and he smiled back. “I...I have a secret to tell you,” he leans in, desperate for your touch. Your ghostly form cutely tilted your head to one side, signaling for him to continue. Yanjun felt himself burning up inside. He chuckles, reconsidering his words. He bit his lips, trying to prevent himself from spilling anything out, but it was too late. He burst. A plethora of colorful flowers flew out through his plump lips. He couldn’t stop them anymore. He couldn’t hold in the secret anymore. He never got the surgery. Yanjun felt himself weakening. He reached out, but your ghostly form had disappeared long ago. Collapsing, his vision was blurred with tears. Yanjun tried to prop himself up with his shaking arms. He felt warm liquid dribble from his mouth, dotting the flowers on the ground with his red blood. Yanjun couldn’t help but smile. Smirking one last time he collapsed and with his last breath, he whispered only words you could hear. “I never stopped loving you.” --- There he lay, right next to your grave, his sparkling eyes shut closed, a serene look on his face, his signature smirk now permanent on his fresh corpse. An assortment of anemones, pink carnations, and forget me nots scattered all around him. Some of the flowers had been whisked over on top of your grave from the cool summer breeze. The shiny, red droplets of blood shone under the bright summer sun. It was a peaceful summer.

prom — lin yanjun

summary: there’s a rumor going around stating that yanjun is such a flirt that he could never stay committed in a relationship, but is that true after all? pairing: flirtatious!yanjun x reader a/n: prom season is over so i really need to finish this series shsjsgsisj // linong + zhengting + xiaogui + ziyi + xukun + chengcheng + zhangjing + other members to come soon

BEFORE PROM

in all honesty, yanjun was probably the most desirable boy in the whole entire school

he was THAT senior who everyone wanted

but for some odd reason, he stayed single throughout his years in high school

many people said it’s because he’s a major flirt and he’d rather mess around with girls instead of staying in a committed relationship

but you never wanted to believe those rumors because they were simply others opinion on him to begin with

you also didn’t want to bring up this question to yanjun because you’re not in the right place to

ANYWAYS, you’ve had a slight crush on yanjun for quite a while

you didn’t realize when your crush on him developed until the news about prom came out

and you for sure wanted to go with yanjun

although, there were other girls who wished the same as you

“i’d do anything to go to prom with yanjun!”

“do you think he’ll ask me?”

“you’re the prettiest girl in our grade! of course he would!”

you would hear multiple girls talk about him whenever you set foot in the hallways

the only way to have yanjun as your prom date is by switching the roles and to be the one who asks him first

one thing that yanjun didn’t know about you was that you were a part of the broadcasting class

in that class, everyone in there was in charge of giving out the daily announcements throughout the speaker and filming for the school news

you were usually the one who was behind the camera and was in charge of editing multiple videos, but this time, they allowed you to give out the announcements for a little trick up your sleeve

“and that is all for your announcements! also, i’d like to mention one last thing; lin yanjun, will you go to prom with me? please come to the broadcasting room if your answer is yes!”

everyone in yanjun’s class is screaming and rooting for him

a wide smile smears across his lips and he can’t help, but to cover his face in embarrassment because he was not expecting that at all

“teacher, may i be excused from class?” he asks, ready to give you his longing answer

“you won’t be able to leave until you finish your test.”

ah right, there was a history test

and history happened to be his worst subject

over in your classroom, you asked chaoze, “do you think he’ll say yes?”

“duh!” he yelled with his blood boiling up. “he‘s been having a crush on you for the longest time, why wouldn’t he?”

“wait, what?”

chaoze’s brain malfunctioned for a bit because he was not supposed to tell you that

“y-you know that korean song called crush by ioi? he’s been having that song stuck in his head for quite a while.”

“sometimes you confuse me, chaoze.”

i guess yanjun has been single for quite a while solely because he’s been having a crush on you

by all that time that had past, you felt like it was all too good to be true

yanjun would’ve already been here by now, but he was nowhere in sight

the lin yanjun? going to prom with you? never in a million years

you felt like a fool and everyone in your class felt bad for you, but they didn’t know how to express it because the air was too thin

when the bell rang, you knew his answer was a no

he didn’t want to go to prom with you and you just needed to accept it

right when you grabbed your backpack and was about to leave class, yanjun came running in, panting for air

“yes, y/n. i would love to go to prom with such a beautiful person like you.”

⠀

PROM DAY

before you attended prom, you and yanjun decided to go out and take some lovely prom photos!

as usual, you two go with your guys group of friends

this time, everyone decided that taking pictures at your city’s most popular garden would be a fantastic choice

you were fine with taking the photo at any location, so with that being said, yanjun dragged you to the front of a rose bush

“let’s take a picture here. the rose bush really compliments your dress and your lips.”

the pictures you two took were so beautiful that everyone around you were crying

big mood

you both really looked like models who were on the front cover of vogue’s magazine

for one of the pictures, yanjun suddenly picks you up in a bridal style and you could’ve swore your heart skipped a beat

you gasped lightly from the unexpected gesture, but you played along and posed with him, so the photos could turn out even greater

you’re secretly dying in the inside because that was the first time yanjun did skinship with you and not only that, but he’s such a dreamy prince

when you two finally arrive at prom, you began to notice how much of a flirt yanjun truly is

as you two walk through the big doors, he grabs your hand and leads you down the hallways and into the venue

hes constantly complimenting you at any chance given

not only that, but he always has his hands either hovering on top of your shoulder or in your very own palm

he really knew how to shake your heart

whatever it was, he always asked you for your opinion

“y/n, should we go take a picture in the photobooth or should we dance first?”

“aren’t you tired by wearing those heels all day long? if you want to take a break then you could always tell me so. i’ll do whatever you want to do!”

that was right

yanjun wanted to please you so badly, that he’d do anything you tell him to

although, you weren’t much of a pushover, so you didn’t quite mind the things he asked you

“don’t worry about it, yanjun! i’m fine with whatever you choose!”

“but i’m fine with what you want to do too.”

“uhm, but i’m also fine.”

as you two playfully argue about how you’re both fine, chengcheng sneakily comes behind and pushes you two into the dance floor

“i’m tired of hearing how gushy soft you guys are! just dance for god's sake.”

it was quite funny to see how annoyed chengcheng was over that small situation, so you and yanjun laughed shortly before dancing the night away

after a short while, you leave the dance floor to use the bathroom and yanjun continues to dance with his friends as he waits for you to return

as you were gone, every girl was trying to grind on him

he could care less about them, so he quickly drops out of the scene once someone comes 5 feet closer to him

not only that, but he could hear the voices of girls who wanted to specifically dance with him

“come and dance with us, yanjun!”

“sorry, but i have a date.”

he continues to tell everyone around him because girls just won’t leave him alone

he’s like a bait to a sea of fishes

“hey.”

“zhangjing, i have a date.”

“stupid ass, good for you, i guess? all i wanted to say was hi.”

⠀

AFTER PROM

as you two left prom, yanjun was the one who came up with the idea to go stargazing before heading home

since you enjoyed being in yanjun’s presence and you like him overall, you agreed to go without hesitating

although, you didn’t know his intentions

all of your friends warned you about yanjun because he was such a flirt and is known to fool around with girls, but you didn’t want their opinions to overcome your thoughts on him

the two of you head out to a local park, because of course, they’re completely empty at 12am

yanjun sets out a mat, he had lying around in the back of his car trunk, and the two of you collapse onto it

the two of you were drained out by such an event, but you couldn’t deny how wonderful the day has been

“ending the night by stargazing. how perfect can this be?” you say as you stared directly into the starry sky

you extended your finger to point out at the familiar constellations you came across

he shifts his body towards your side and continues to stare at you instead of the sky

“the view is truly astonishing. i don’t want this moment to end.” he randomly blurts out, claiming you as his view

“me either.” you said as you didn’t notice him staring at you

you twist your body to look at yanjun, and you were surprised to already see him looking at you

he smirks while you softly chuckle because it seems like you both had the same intentions

“i’ve been wondering about something and i feel like if i don’t ask it now then i would never have the chance to in the future.” you proclaimed

“what is it?”

“you don’t have to answer it if it makes you feel uncomfortable, but...” you paused as you took a big deep breath. “why have you been single all this time?” you placed your hands onto your cheek due to asking such an embarrassing question like that

“is this what you’re curious about?” yanjun laughed out loud

“don’t make fun of me!”

“come on, i would never.”

“i’ve been wondering this for such a long time. it baffles me, you know? you’re such a good looking boy, you’re incredibly popular, every girls attention is always on you when you walk past by them-”

yanjun interrupts you mid-sentence, causing you to stop, “all these girls, yet i was just waiting for the day until you notice me.”

at the speed of light, you sat up due to what he said with no context. “huh?”

“you don’t get it, do you, y/n?” he slightly shook his head as he followed your movement and sat up

“there’s constant rumors about me, where it’s all about me hooking up with different type of girls, but none of them are true. i mean, yeah, i flirt with them just for some giggles, but i never proceed on further than that.”

you gulped your saliva because there was a short period of time where you did believe those rumors, but you weren’t going to rat yourself out at a time like this

yanjun looked up to look at your expression and noticed how timid you looked

“oh my god, you believed those rumors?”

you freaked out, waving your hands back and forth while you began to explain yourself in a rapid pace. “no, it’s not like that! well, to be honest, i did believe them for a short moment, but i don’t believe them anymore! i know you’re better than that.”

“out of everyone, i wished you were the one who would had never believed them. i guess i was wrong.” he threw himself back onto the ground, with his back planted down as he finally stared at the stars. (which he never did in the past)

“me?” you questioned him as you pointed at yourself. “why me?”

“this is going to sound soft,” he continued to gaze into the sky, not being able to look at you

“but i’ve been single this entire time because i’ve been trying to persuade you. it was, indeed, a difficult task and i’m still not sure if i have completed it because it doesn’t seem like you feel the same way i feel about you.”

not going to lie, whatever he just said confused you to the max

your mouth was opened just a tad bit as you tried to decode what he truly meant by that

he basically meant that the reason why he’s single is because he’s been having a crush on you and he’s been trying to catch your attention and make you fall for him, but he personally thinks that you don’t like him in the same way he does omg

“so, you like me?” you simply asked him

“no comment.” he rotated to his side, so he wouldn’t be able to face you

finally, yanjun was the shy one

you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him over to look at you

this caused him to go back to his original position, which was laying on his back while you hovered on top of him

“you do like me, don’t you?” your face brightened up as you finally understood everything. “since you’re such a flirt with other girls, don’t you have the guts to just admit it to me?”

he beamed his eyes to the side, avoiding your eye contact, and admitted “i like you.” he brought his wrist to cover his lips. “happy now?”

you reached for his wrist and pulled it away from his face as you clashed your lips onto his

“i’m beyond happy!”

yanjun probably had the most surprised expression upon his face because usually it’s him initiating, so it’s new to him to have someone do it first

also because he’s been having a crush on you for so long and never knew whether or not you liked him back, but now was the time he certainly knew without a doubt

“the tables have changed, don’t you think?” you joked with him

“i’m not losing this one.” he says before he attacks you with a million sets of kisses

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Fated Blood

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A/N something i randomly started. I haven't written since stories properly since university so we'll see if this continues or if it is any good xD feedback is welcomed.

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Smut maybe

Pairing: Reader x Yanjun

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The pale moonlight reflected upon her porcelain skin as she gazed into the Cupid shaped water fountain; she had been perched upon intently staring at her reflection. No matter how much she rippled the water, nothing but her own deer brown eyes and small face remained to be seen. She had heard rumours that this fountain could reveal your soulmate if you searched hard enough.

Now being a young half vampire forced to live in the immortal realm, you would think soulmates were not part of the agenda but for Y/N, it was different. She never enjoyed showing off at the gala parties her family and other threw. She also never felt like she belonged amongst the vampires. Too arrogant for her liking. Not to mention 90% of the time everyone was having sex with eachother. Luckily for y/n the vampiric lust was the one gene she was greatful not to reccive.

Being invited to the wang's family party she thought she would see if the rumours were true. If she could find somewhere to begin looking for some purpose or happiness in her life. If she could end up like the various books her parents had brought back from the human realm.

Y/n sighed as she gazed into the fountain one last time, ready to give up on this fantasy. When she noticed another's image next to her own. Piercing blood red eyes on a face framed by short spiky silver hair was peering into her own eyes. Decked in a black suit and blood red tie to complement the eyes. Her face lit up as she thought she had scored the jackpot; until she turned around due to the sound of a cough.

"If I knew I could make an angel that happy with just my looks, I would of hunted down the gates of heaven sooner." The young male winked.

'Great' she thought to herself. The rumour was a bust and instead she got some idiot with bad pick up lines behind her. Trying to hide her feelings of dissappointment, she chuckled.

"Pray tell, just how many women has that line worked on? I would say you need help but with lines as bad as that, i'm afraid all hope is lost."

Y/n smirked as she stood up stretching her long legs as her white athenian dress tumbled down them. She flicked her long black hair back as she proceeded to head back inside. Leaving the young male in his place.

"The names Yanjun, Lin Yanjun." The young male shouted as he tried to catch up to her, smirking to himself.

'Fiesty' he thought.

As y/n dissappeared into the crowd, she collided into a taller handsome young man, which resulted in him spilling his drink down himself. Instantly bowing in apology, she recognised the laughter comming from him. Jackson Wang the host of the party and an aquaintance of y/n.

"No matter what event we attend, you always make me spill a drink princess." He laughed

"It's not my fault we always run into eachother....literally."

"Whose the unfortunate soul you're running from this time? You know you should loosen up, dance a little, flirt a little. As yixing always says. Balance!"

Y/n laughed as Jackson wiped off the spilt drink and smirked.

"Even better,i will help you out this time."

Jackson grabbed a hold of a the closest young man and dragged him into the conversation.

"This is Yanjun, Yanjun this is y/n. Now why don't you two play nice and get to know eachother."

Jackson winked at y/n and headed off to rejoin his group of friends. Y/N rolled her eyes as she evaluated the young male before her. She had to admit he was handsome standing at 181cm and having the most adorable dimples in his smile. However she knew what his type was like. The same as every good looking vampire.

Yanjun on the otherhand was mesmerised. He found it rare to find someone who was resistant to his charm. Usually all it took was a smile and the ladies would be begging to be in his embrace and find a quiet place alone. But this girl was different he didn't even know her name.

"I guess it's fate that we meet again angel."

Yanjun laughed showing off his dimples again. The most powerful weapon he had.

"What a honour for me.... no wait... what a unfortunate fate for me." She smirked.

"You can't tell me you haven't any interest in a face as handsome as this. One of a kind they say."

"Who said it was handsome?" She laughed.

Yanjun burned by y/n 's sassyness took a few minutes to re-compose himself before flashing that famous smile once again.

"Spicy, i like it. Seeing as my lines don't work you could atleast let me have this dance."

Yanjun bowed before y/n extending his right arm out.

"I guess I should do my good deed of the day."

Y/n laughed as she took ahold of the young silver foxes hand and blushed as he planted a kiss upon it.

"I warn you now, one dance with me and you will be mine forever." He smirked.

Yanjun lead her across the dance floor to a vacant space and placed his hand on her waist; sharply pulling her body close to his. Y/N let out a slight gasp as she wasn't prepared to be so close to him. Usually she danced at a distance, when she felt like indulging in some light socialising.

"See, your falling for me already."

Yanjun's dimples highlighted his adorable smile as he winked.

The couple gracefully made their way all across the dance floor, resulting in the occasional glance from various women. This made y/n very uncomfortable. She didn't like being in peoples attention and yet because of Yanjun she was getting noticed. She didn't even know much about him. He must be popular she thought. Yanjun picked up on the feeling and tried to distract y/n by telling someone of his famous cold jokes. Which indeed made her laugh slightly. Not because they were good but because they were that bad.

Before the dance could come to an end Yanjun was tapped on the shoulder by a taller male with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Y/N face lit up as she saw who had interrupted their dance,which resulted in some anger building up in Yanjun.

"May i cut in?" His voice was soft and silky

"KUN KUN"

y/n shouted as she let go of Yanjun and ran to hug embrace the familiar face. XuKun wrapped his arms tightly around the shorter female and laughed.

A/N this was some random idea i got in my head so i may continue. If you liked it please let me know.

Also Yanjun is my kryptonite OTL how can a human be so perfect in every way.. i'm just glad he's 2 years younger than me so i feel less awkward about my love for him xD altho Kun and Cheng are also my main biases. But i love all of 9%.... why am i old ㅠㅠ

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Flirt

Requested?: Yeet

Words: 4.6k

Group: Nine Percent

Member(s): Yanjun (feat. Banana fam)

A/N: Lol I got a little carried away tbh, but this one was a fun one to write! Also wow, what an original title yup totally...but I hope ya’ll enjoy it~

You sigh, shuffling into the classroom. You silently take your seat next to your best friend Yanjun. Right after you sit down, Yanjun loops his arm around you, resting it on the back of your seat.

“Good morning,” Yanjun gives you his classic dimple-revealing smirk.

“Morning,” you grumble.

“You gotta stop being so grumpy, babe. I’m right here,” Yanjun winks.

You snort and roll your eyes. The two of you have been best friends since forever and over time, you’ve gotten used to his flirtatious behavior. To say that Yanjun is a natural flirt is an understatement. You’ve seen him unintentionally flirt with his salad and pillow. In fact, you have video proof.

oo4 | MsM

He has finally left the F rank and he was so thrilled to be away from that class. He hated it and had to fake it until he got promoted to a higher rank. But he did keep contacts with Minghao. He found him cool as a friend.

He had hoped that he would breeze through this rank as well like how he managed with his forner mentor. Unfortunately, the mentor for the D rank is one of the strictest mentor when it comes to being a gentleman. Maybe something Yanjun would not be able to do.

“You must be the new transfer.” A taller male with a calm persona greeted Yanjun.

“You must be the mentor.” He smirked as he offered a handshake. “I’m your next best student, Lin Yanjun.”

Ziyi just stared at his hand and turned away to head back in front of the class. Yanjun was taken back a bit by the behavior displayed to him. Did he do something wrong? Or maybe the mentor was just in a bad mood.

Yanjun noticed a few familiar faces from the F Rank who had also gone up with him and a few other faces who probably have stayed longer in D Rank. He sat in the only available seat which was up front of everyone else. Ziyi just raised an eyebrow at him before proceeding to his lecture.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just really like that, I’m Jia Li by the way.” A soft-looking man introduced himself to Yanjun.

“Lin Yanjun.” He introduced but was quickly brought back to attention by Ziyi’s snicker.

“If you two wish you to stay longer in our ranking system, I would gladly return you both to the F Rank.”

Yanjun was determined to get through to Ziyi. He knew that everyone had a weakness and that Ziyi was no exemption to that. So he decided to go to the person whom he knew would know a lot about the mentors.

You Zhangjing.

It was easy to get through him too. All Yanjun had to so was bribe him with food. However, he was surprised when Zhangjing told him that Ziyi had no weakness.

"That cannot be possible." Yanjun argued as he watch Zhangjing finish two bowls of ramen in a minute.

"Ziyi is one of those who take the rankings seriously. Since Minghao is more friendly, there's a huge chance that he promotes clients fast. The lesson you learn from Minghao is social skills while Ziyi focuses on manners." Zhangjing as he eyes Yanjun's bowl.

"Take it." He slid the bowl towards the hungry boy.

He saw the difference in the few days that had passed. Him, alongside a boy named Dong Yanlei was being pressed on hard by Ziyi. They were the ones whom he referred to as those who needed improvement the most.

Ziyi's classes were also more interactive because he had hired women to try test the lessons learned in his class. Yanjun was paired with a woman who just squealed whenever he smirked or showed his dimples. He thought he did well only to get a failing mark from Ziyi.

"Do you hate me or something? It's like I am the only person you find amusement in failing in this class?" Yanjun confronted.

"If you really want to ace my tests, you better learn to rely less on your looks and more on your attitude. No woman would want someone as arrogant as you." Ziyi answered calmly.

“What is wrong with my attiatude?” He crossed his arms and stared at the younger male.

“A lot. No wonder, y/n told me to take extra care of you. You need all the help.” Ziyi shot back before leaving him.

It has been a while since Yanjun thought of you because he had been thinking of ways to defeat his mentors for the past weeks. He then realized that you were the person who he had been targeting. He wanted to pass all the mentors to prove to you that he was one of the best candidates. He never expected to have encounter someone like Ziyi though.

So he did a little reflection on himself as well as the people he associated himself with. His friends and him all partied whenever they could and even owned the title ‘Mack Daddies of Beijing’ for all the behavior that they have displayed. They said that often your friends can be a reflection of who you were. He did not want tot see himself as someone who had nothing to offer but his riches and looks.

This is what made him have a foundation to work with Ziyi. At first, Ziyi had been very skeptical about Yanjun. He knew how Yanjun somehow manipulated Minghao into thinking that he was good enough for the D rank but Ziyi saw right through him. However, since this is a company that should not be solely based on personal bias, he gave Yanjun the chance.

“What do you want to be then...?” Ziyi asked as he drank from his black mug.

“I want to be different from how people used to perceive me. I don’t wanna seem like a cheap person. I carry not only my own reputation but of my family as well.” Yanjun said genuinely.

Truthfully, the time he dedicated to reflect on himself got him disgusted. He did not want anyone to know about that but he hated how he seemed like a lowlife with his crowd. He was the only heir of the family and you could not expect to be one with that sort of attitude. He may be a casanova, but one thing you could expect from him is that he loved his family more than anything.

“Alright. It will take some time, so you need to have patience.” Ziyi slid a folder towards Yanjun. “Open it.”

When he did, Yanjun saw a contract. It was not affiliated to the matchmaking agency but to Ziyi’s alone. It was a contract that stated that Yanjun cannot move onto the next rank if he does not prove the three items that were listed below:

Score an above average in the scale for being a Gentleman.

No unsolicited dates outside the training program. All dates will be in conditioned environments.

Classes will extend until twelve midnight.

“All of these...?” Yanjun asked, his tone still mixed with a little arrogance but Ziyi knew it was just how he spoke normally.

“All of it. The only one I will be lenient about is the third one. You can only leave early if you have family matters to attend to.” Ziyi handed him the pen and the contract was signed.

The training commenced and you were unaware of that contract. Hence why you were curious why you would see Ziyi and Yanjun still discussing matters in his office. There were times where Yanjun would catch your eyes on him and he would simply give you a smile before turning back to look at Ziyi. Ziyi, on the other hand, would nod at his actions then give you a nod of acknowledgement.

This went on for two more weeks. It was an alternate from lessons to tests and you were concerned when Yanjun’s mother inquired about why Yanjun had always been going home late.

“It seems as though one of our mentors had been giving him extra attention...” You explained to her and she hummed in response.

“He does seem like he had been changing in terms of attitude. I must commend your agency for slowly making my son a better bachelor.” She would giggle.

Compared to the first time you met with his mother, she seem more relaxed now. You smiled softly at her happiness. “It’s all in a day’s work, madam. Thank you for trusting us.” You said politely.

“When all this is over, come by to our house. I must introduce you to our friends! Yanjunnie’s friends may need your help too.”

“Thank you! We’ll take note.”

Yanjunnie, huh? That’s a nice note to blackmail on if he ever goes back to his overly confident self.

Things are probably looking up for both of you.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Flirt

Requested?: Yeet

Words: 4.6k

Group: Nine Percent

Member(s): Yanjun (feat. Banana fam)

A/N: Lol I got a little carried away tbh, but this one was a fun one to write! Also wow, what an original title yup totally...but I hope ya’ll enjoy it~

You sigh, shuffling into the classroom. You silently take your seat next to your best friend Yanjun. Right after you sit down, Yanjun loops his arm around you, resting it on the back of your seat.

“Good morning,” Yanjun gives you his classic dimple-revealing smirk.

“Morning,” you grumble.

“You gotta stop being so grumpy, babe. I’m right here,” Yanjun winks.

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