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minimujina · 2 years

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ᴀᴍᴏᴜʀ ᴅ'ᴇɴfᴀɴᴄᴇ !

sᴛᴀʀʀɪɴɢ. chongyun <3

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs. a long drabble of being chongyun’s childhood sweetheart :) lots of fluff and mutual pining, xingqiu being a wingman, hu tao is evil<3, the liyue girls bein teenage girls, more teenage shenanigans, the reader is 15 in a large chunk of the story (otherwise it’s a flashback to childhood)

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ. originally i wanted to write this for xingqiu and bennett too, but i’m having too hard of a time writing to do all that right now. for now, i think i need to post this just for chongyun so i can get my morale up and start writing more often!

↪︎ as children, you were extremely close, always touching and playing like kids do, though even more so because your families had been affiliated for generations. every day was something new, but it was always with chongyun, and the two of you liked it that way. this seemed to build up a sort of immunity with chongyun’s excess yang energy–meaning you became the only person who was incapable of overwhelming him. in fact, the two of you began to figure out that not only did you not activate his condition, but you actually suppressed it, too. this lead to frequent hand-holding and clinging on his part, but you had never minded. his touch was a comfort to you, too, a reminder that you always had a friend you could count on.

↪︎ even as a child chongyun was extremely protective of his loved ones, which was part of what first spurred on a majority of the hand-holding. when there were large crowds in the city, he was very afraid of losing you or letting something happen to you. always vigilant of his surroundings, the boy was the most serious friend you had, but it only made you admire him more and return his clinging.

↪︎ if anyone had ever been mean to you, chongyun’s eyes would darken. if it hadn’t been for your pleading, he would have returned their actions in full–how dare they? how dare they say such things to you? how dare they touch you and hurt you? something deep in his gut that had been slumbering since his existence began to rise to the surface, and it would have boiled over had you not clung to the boy with tears in your eyes, begging him to just take you home. he would falter, feeling as if something had just tied his heart up in ropes and left it hanging. it hurt so much to see you cry that he made a vow to always treat you with care–you would never have to cry again (well, that was his blind hope, however endearing the sentiment was). and from then on, he sought your comfort instead of letting his rage get the better of him. you had unintentionally taught him that revenge was not chivalrous.

↪︎ little chongyun didn’t have his popsicles back then, nor did he have much self control, so he got overwhelmed a lot. it wasn’t uncommon to see a little blue-haired boy sprinting around liyue at seemingly impossible velocities. as he grew older, he gained more wisdom in containing himself, but it would always be difficult for him. he often lost his cool in public because the crowd had just been too much stimulation–too much noise, too much visual clutter–but then the boy would feel a familiar warmth, one that did not scorch, and he would look down to find your delicate hand placed firmly in his own. and everything would feel okay again.

↪︎ these slip-ups never bothered you or scared you away like chongyun so deeply feared–you were always right next to him, linking your arms around his shoulders and holding him so close. oddly enough, seeing these “episodes” was one of the things you always liked about him. you felt like you knew each and every side of him—not just his subdued side, but the “crazy” one too (which you didn’t think was even that crazy), and you liked it all. there was a constant desire to know everything about him that burned in your gut and subconsciously lay at the foreground of your mind. you didn’t really understand love as a child, and there was no reason to—but it’s certain that as you grew older, these feelings of admiration turned into something more.

↪︎ even though you two had made your debut into teenage years, holding hands was still a frequent and vital component of your friendship. strolling through liyue harbor? listening to one of xingqiu’s long spiels of fantasy? running away from hu tao? yes, yes, and yes. that girl loved to pester chongyun, finding it very amusing when his complexion was likened to that of a beet. unfortunately for hu tao, chongyun’s hand immediately found yours as soon as she showed her face—this often resulted in a wild chase through the winding streets of liyue. you had gotten used to it at some point.

↪︎ and funnily enough, nearly nothing has changed since you’ve grown older. hu tao and xingqiu still terrorize chongyun to no end. the only thing that’s different is that now, when chongyun grasps your hand and leads you through winding streets or the outskirts of the city, you find yourself growing warm in the face. you. the one who doesn’t have a special condition.

↪︎ when you look up at chongyun, he’s perfectly fine—maybe a bit pink in the cheeks, but that’s probably from being winded. but at least he’s smiling. and at least he’s your friend, right? you’ve always been friends without a question.

↪︎ but sometimes you couldn’t stop yourself from overthinking. what if… chongyun only liked you because you could calm him down? that didn’t sound so outrageous. what if that was all you were to him?

↪︎ but soon you realized that that line of reasoning undermined his character—and you knew chongyun. you knew each and every part of him better than you knew yourself. chongyun wouldn’t use someone, and it was unfair of you to assume that he would because of some silly fear of yours.

↪︎ “hey, hey—what’s wrong?” chongyun was whispering, bent in front of you with his brows knit in concern, eyes searching yours for any sign of distress. you hadn’t realized, but the two of you had stopped running, and your friendly pursuer was nowhere in sight.

↪︎ but coming to the conclusion you had, you felt free knowing that you didn’t have to worry about it anymore. the fear you had momentarily suffered was merely something your mind made up—nothing more.

↪︎ so you smiled at him, genuinely and happily. and you said, “sorry, i’m good. let’s go.”

↪︎ and when he smiled back, you swore his cheeks had taken that deeper shade of red that appeared when his condition took over. but that couldn’t be, right? he was just winded from the running.

↪︎ yeah, that’s it, you told yourself. but all the while, chongyun’s grip on your hand tightened as the two of you made your way through the ever thickening forest. his palm felt… sweaty? it’s not that you were grossed out—you were certain your hands were sweaty, too—it was just different.

↪︎ and.. the way he looked back at you to make sure no branches thwacked you in the face was different, too. his eyes—something swam in them that you couldn’t quite place.

↪︎ different. the word circled your mind endlessly. it was all just different.

↪︎ ever since that day, that one word haunted you. it seemed to be plastered on chongyun’s forehead, for every time you looked at him, your brain echoed, “diiiiiiifffferrrreeeeennnnt…”

↪︎ perhaps that’s a slight exaggeration, but the topic sure was on your mind a lot. you noticed chongyun would avert your gaze when you held hands now, or he started to scratch the back of his neck very often—almost as if he were nervous.

↪︎ all of these suspicions weighed on you like a boulder—what if you were being completely irrational? this was chongyun. your best friend since diapers. there’s no way he would ever think of you in any way but best friends.

↪︎ you were just about to convince yourself everything was fine, just about to be okay with the fact that chongyun would never like like you, when xingqiu came crashing into the both of your lives in the way that he so often did.

↪︎ his bluntness sent both yours and chongyun’s minds careening into an abyss of warm fuzz. “you’re more than friends,” he stated one day at lunch, gazing at the two of you with that shit-eating grin on his face. chongyun began spluttering excuses and questions, and you began yelling, “WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? HUH??” and it was just a whole mess.

↪︎ and fucking xingqiu just sat there the whole time, smiling.

↪︎ “i said what i said,” he said. he did say what he said, indeed, and there was no going back. once he left, you and chongyun had a great deal of awkwardness to push through.

↪︎ once the initial “um”’s and “ah”’s and “i—“‘s were over, you realized something. squinting at the boy’s feverish complexion, you murmured incredulously, “chongyun… are you blushing?”

↪︎ the idea was so far-fetched to you, just because all this time, the two of you were supposedly immune to that kind of thing. you were supposed to make him.. not excited, right?

↪︎ but his widened eyes and the deepening of the color on his cheeks said everything for you.

↪︎ chongyun was blushing. because of you.

↪︎ you felt like doing cartwheels or running a marathon or climbing the perilous mountains of jueyun karst—for the first time, it was conceivable that perhaps you and chongyun weren’t permanently stuck as friends. and it seemed like you weren’t the only one who thought so.

↪︎ chongyun glanced down at his lap with a subdued smile. “you know, it’s funny,” he began. “all this time, you’ve calmed me down and kept my yang energy at bay. but recently, i’ve felt inexplicably strange around you. i feel warm a lot, and, well…”

↪︎ he trailed off with a sheepish laugh. “especially when you touch me.” and he didn’t say it, but his words implied that just like you, he was confused at the sudden change.

↪︎ your heart melted at his honesty. “chongyun,” you whispered under your breath, almost as if testing his name on your lips for the first time—but in a different way. “i thought i was going crazy. so it’s not just me?”

↪︎ his grin was brilliant—you wanted to kiss him right then and there. “it’s not just you, no.”

↪︎ later, when chongyun hunted xingqiu down to beat him up for what he had said, the mischievous boy once again smiled. “well i wasn’t wrong, was i?”

↪︎ chongyun’s flustered silence prompted hearty laughter from the bookworm.

↪︎ xingqiu observed the pink flush on his friend’s cheeks, the fidgety hands, the quick breathing—but no wild behavior, as one would expect if it was chongyun’s yang energy acting up—and so he came to his final conclusion.

↪︎ “you, my dearest friend, are in love!” he sang jovially, making grand, flourishing gestures with his arms all the while. and chongyun just stood incredulous at this sudden realization—even though it came from xingqiu, he knew he couldn’t deny it.

↪︎ he surmised that you probably still suppressed his yang energy, but this didn’t mean he was immune to the effects of.. liking someone. he had never expected to feel a normal blush or a normal quick heartbeat (as normal as those things can be)—was this how everyone else felt when they got excited? and they didn’t have to worry about going off the rails?

↪︎ meanwhile, on your end of things, you were surrounded by a near flock of the liyue girls. xiangling, hu tao, xinyan and yunjin were all firing off questions at the same time as if interrogating you, but their faces were smothered with giddy, good-natured grins.

↪︎ ..though hu tao’s smile always looks somewhat evil… but i digress.

↪︎ “did you kiss yet?” little 13-year-old xiangling asked imploringly, bouncing up and down and looking like she may explode at any present moment. warmth flooded your face for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, and you shook your head vigorously–it would have been the completely wrong moment, you wailed desperately. all the girls cried out in disappointment.

↪︎ hu tao was a year older than you—16, like xingqiu—but she seemed to find so much pleasure in teasing her juniors. “have you kissed someone yet, xiangling?” she inquired suspiciously, not expecting much of an answer. but the tiny chef actually perked up.

↪︎ “yes, i have, thank you very much,” she hummed proudly, crossing her arms.

↪︎ like a chorus, the girls all screamed, “WHO?”

↪︎ who, indeed? unfortunately, it would remain a mystery, as the little girl’s only answer was the smug grin she sported on her lips. perhaps she had never really kissed anyone at all, but it was more fun to believe otherwise.

#not my most elegant piece D: but all that matters is im posting it!! finally!! yeah!!#chongyun x reader #chongyun #genshin impact chongyun #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #gi x reader #chongyun gi #gi chongyun #mujimade #this has been in my drafts for months ..... which is the exact opposite of how i intended this to be #but. whatever #im just posting it now because i just cant make it perfect and its stupid of me to keep busting my ass over it when i could just post it

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