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yanjuniverse · 4 years

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Jelly - CAI XUKUN One Shot

[a/n: i miss cai xukun pls try not to cringe too hard at my oneshot] / master list

You sigh, stepping into the same place where it all started two years ago.

You still remember the first day of it all. When a hundred boys all hustled and bustled, struggling to find the correct dorms and get all of their things up the stairs in one trip. You remember how loud they all were, all excited and beaming and so ready for what was to come in the next months.

You remember the auditions, the eliminations, the hours of hard work, the laughter, the cheers, the tears and the heartbreak.

But above all, you remember one particular boy.

You don’t know how the two of you got close. You were just another staff member in charge of interviews and he was just another contestant on the show.

Well, to say that he was just “another contestant” would be an understatement.

Cai Xukun - the golden boy of Idol Producer season one. The boy who had the world in the palm of his hand from his first steps on stage.

You were close to many of the contestants. A lot of the boys knew you because you would walk around handing out snacks after the Yanchen incident to make sure they would at least eat something - even if it was just a simple pack of jellies.

You two always met like this - him sitting on the floor writing lyrics and you squatting in front of him with a packet of jellies waving in front of his face. He’d always have the same soft smile on his face as he would look up and whisper, “Hey Jelly.”

The first time he called you Jelly, it made you scrunch your nose up in confusion. You remember him motioning to the candies and the laughter that followed after. Since that day, he’d always refer to you as Jelly. You remember how the name would slip from his lips as he talked with other trainees and the slight tinge of annoyance that would cross his face whenever someone else would try to use the pet name. It eventually became a name that only he would use. You couldn’t even think about jellied candies anymore without his smile crossing your mind as well.

As the show ended and his (much predicted) debut took place, you quietly went back to Korea for work but kept in touch.

You couldn’t deny that there was something there. With the random stolen kisses every time you visited or the nights that ended with cuddles and pillow talk. But you knew that Xukun had bigger things to worry about and so did you. Your careers came first. But that didn’t stop you two from meeting up when you’d come to China or he’d come to Korea.

Though there were no labels, you still felt guilty going out with others and hadn’t even thought of kissing anyone besides him ever since the two of you met.

You still hadn’t told him that you were back to work on the newest version of Produce with him. You walked down the familiar halls and into the interview room when you saw him. He was already getting ready alongside Lisa.

You had to admit, your smile dropped just a bit as you watched the two interact. It had been months since the last time you and Xukun talked because of your busy schedules but did you really have room to say anything? You two were nothing official. It was like an unspoken rule between the two of you that there were no labels.

You silently worked in the background, buzzing around when you heard their laughter getting louder.

Stop it, you told yourself.

“Okay, let’s get everything in place!” the director shouted. “Xukun, Lisa! Places please!”

You took your place this time to jot down everything they said. During season one, you’d be the one to ask the questions but you decided that you weren’t really in the state of mind to talk.

You’re writing furiously - Xukun is rambling about some memory he had from season one. You want to smile at the thoughts of you teasing him late at night for going on and on about something so simple. You’re almost too lost in thought that you don’t realize he’s stopped talking until you hear him sharply intake.

“Jelly?” he whispers.

You look up slowly and clear your throat. “Xukun,” you nod. “The interview.”

He shakes his head instantly and goes back to what he was saying. You don’t comment on the cramp developing in your hand from how fast you’re writing due to his increased pace. You know he’s trying to get the interview over with as quickly as possible. You glance up at some point and see the confused look on Lisa’s face as well. You decide not to look up again for the rest of the interview.

As soon as the director calls cut, Xukun and Lisa are forced to move to the next set for filming. You hear him protest. He’s saying he forgot something but they tell him he can come back for it. After all, he’ll be here all day. You don’t look up from your notes until you hear his voice fading along with his footsteps.

You go about the day, interviewing the girls and doing your best to keep up. You almost forgot how hectic it was. Flashes of season one cross your mind as you think of flirty Lin Yanjun and the trouble making Qin boys. You think of the time Linong cried over his ranking and when Zhou Rui screamed as he moved up classes. How times have changed since then.

It’s during lunch that you finally catch a break.

You’re sitting on the steps, looking down on your phone when you hear it — the crinkle of plastic and the figure of someone squatting down in front of you.

“Hey Jelly,” he whispers. You slowly look up at him, your words getting caught in your throat. After all these years, Xukun still looks as ethreal as ever. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.” Yeah, I didn’t. Because you wanted it to be a surprise but now you’re thinking about how stupid you looked for trying to surprise someone who probably didn’t even care in the first place. You stare at him for a second before you sigh and stand up. You try to walk away when he catches your arm and spins you around, frowing. “Why are you pouting?” he asks. “I’ve missed you and you’re acting like this.”

“Xukun, I-“

“Come,” he says, moving his hand down to hold yours. “Before a camera catches us.”

Your heart cracks again at that because it reminds you that no matter how many times you wake up next to him, no matter how many kisses you steal, no matter how much you fantasize about it, the two of you will never be.

You’re not Lisa. You’re not an idol. You’re a nobody. Xukun has a reputation to uphold.

“Kun,” you mutter, slipping your hand out of his. “I-I-“

“What?” he frowns. “Did you not miss me?”

“Xukun, I-I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“This,” you gesture, letting go of his hand. “The sneaking around, the whispered conversations, the late nights and early goodbyes, never knowing when’s the next time I’m gonna see you, going months without speaking. Aren’t you tired of this?” you ask. “Aren’t you tired of wasting each other’s time?”

He stands there, face unreadable and for a moment, you almost think he’s going to leave.

So when he breaks into a smile and cups your cheek, you jump in surprise.

“Jelly,” he smiles, bending down to be level with you. “Is that what you think I am? A waste of your time?” Your frown becomes deeper. Is he really making fun of me right now? He chuckles. “Jelly,” he says again, waiting for you to meet his eyes. “Remember what I said to you? The night I debuted?”

Honestly, you don’t remember a lot of what happened that night. The entire production team had been so busy and you remember that as soon as it ended, bottles were being popped and you didn’t even get to do Xukun’s final interview as Jieqiong and Cheng Xiao whisked you away to have a drink with them.

But at his words, a sudden blur of the two of you standing in front of the dorms play out as he beings to speak.

“I did it, Jelly. I debuted. And like you, my career is always going to come first. But I want you to know now that I like you. A lot. So if there is any chance of us having a future together, I’ll take it. I’ll take you in any form that you’ll give me.”

You blush, turning your head away from him and huffing.

“I don’t mean to waste your time, love,” he says. “So if you want me to give up music-“

“Don’t,” you immediately cut him off, huffing at how dramatic he can be sometimes. He laughs at this. Cute, he thinks.

“Jelly, I haven’t been able to call but that doesn’t mean I don’t think of you every night. It’s been a month-“

“It’s been two-“

“It’s been one month, three weeks, and two days since the last time we’ve spoken,” he states a matter of factly. “And I’m sorry about that. I really am. I’ve been so busy lately.” You still look up at him, pouting. He sighs. “How do you want me to make it up to you? Hm?” You’re not sure. In fact, you were slowly beginning to forget why you were upset in the first place as the his smell becomings intoxicating to you. It was one of the things you always hated about him. It’s like he knew he had a spell over you that prevented you from being mad at him for too long. “C’mon, Jelly. I can only say sorry in so many ways.”

“Oh!” a voice says, startling you. You try to pull away but Xukun wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Hey, Xukun!”

“Hey Lisa,” he smiles.

“Is this her?” she excitedly points at you. “YN?” He nods proudly, tightening his grip on you. “Hi!” Lisa waves, grinning. “I’m Lisa! I’ve heard so much about you. Me and Xukun have been walking around all day and every corner has a memory of Jelly this or Jelly that. I was getting worried he might have been making you up until he showed me your pictures together!”

“Our pictures?” you look up at him.

“Ah! You’re so lucky!” Lisa gushes. “If I had someone in love with me as Xukun-“

Xukun clears his throat loudly. “Uh, right! Well, Lisa. I’m gonna take Jelly over here to grab something from the store. See you in like thirty minutes?”

With that, he quickly hauls you out the door and into the biting cold.

“In love with me, huh?” you knock into his side, teasing. Xukun blushes. “Cai Xukun, how are you going to tell Lisa that you love me way before you tell me that you love me?”

“I tell you I love you all the time,” he groans. “Don’t you see my posts where I write ‘I love Jelly’ or stuff like that?”

“How could I have possibly known those were about me? If anything, I would’ve thought they were about the actual candies.” you snort.

He stops suddenly. It’s so cold outside that you could see his breath coming out in little steaming clouds. He brings your hands into his and shakes his head. “I love you, YN. Okay? And I have loved you since the day we met. I know you think this is a waste of time but I thought that if we didn’t have labels that it would hurt you less. But for me, it’s always been you. It’s always going to be you. And I love you, YN.”

“I love you too, Xukun.”

He swoops down, pressing his lips against yours. You smile into the kiss before quickly remembering where you were.

“Xukun. Someone is gonna see us-“

“I don’t care,” he says. “I don’t want to waste your time anymore.”

You scrunch your nose, patting his chest. “Ew. When did you get so sweet like this?”

He scoffs, “I was trying to make a cute scene for you, Jelly!”

You playfully push him. “You don’t have to risk it all for me.”

“For you, I’d risk it all.”

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yanjuniverse · 5 years

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First Kiss - Fan Chengcheng/Huang Justin Imagine

Fan Chengcheng would like to get one thing straight before he starts things off: he is not a pervert. He doesn’t want anyone to listen to whatever the hell Justin Huang has to say - the kid probably still wets the bed. So what if he can’t peel his eyes away from the television screen during sex scenes or the out right whine he lets out when Ziyi skips through them. So what if he can’t help it if he pauses for a moment in the doorway when he catches his two bandmates in a steamy make out session on the couch (if they don’t want to be caught, they would’ve taken it somewhere else, right?).

He’s 19, dammit. Let him be curious.

It’s not his fault that he’s never laid his lips upon anyone else’s except maybe his little cousins who find the need to always leave snotty kisses on his face and the cute puppies that come in and out of his dorm. It’s not his fault that he spent the first half of his life in hiding and the second part training to be an idol. He’s just never found the time to go out and look for romance. He has an excuse to be the way he is.

So yeah, maybe he is a little jealous when he finds out his band leader Zhu Zhengting gets to mess around with the Cai Xukun. Maybe he is a little irritated when he sees Zhangjing sneak a kiss to Yanjun. But the one thing he will admit to being angry about is when Justin comes bounding into their room talking about how he had his first kiss when he was only ten years old.

Ten is a bit too young, Chengcheng thinks. Ten year olds should be worried about crayons and action figures and barbie dolls - not kissing. And the sudden outburst of information makes Zhengting, who is in their room for once and not with Xukun, all but choke on his drink.

“Why the sudden confession?” Zhengting asks.

“Because Linong told me that one of us in this room still hasn’t had their first kiss,” he smirks, eyes evilly pointed towards Chengcheng, who instantly feels his stomach fall out of his ass.

“Chengcheng?” Fuck, Chengcheng really hates when Zhengting uses that voice with him. Usually, he ends the conversation with pinched red cheeks and messy hair. “You’ve never had your first kiss?” Zhengting coos. “Aw, baby!”

“I’m not a baby!” he cries out. “And who the hell are you to be spreading my business like this?” he points his finger accusingly at Justin.

“You’re the one who always goes around calling me a virgin!” Justin fights back, once again causing Zhengting to squeal.

“Fan Chengcheng!” he gasps.

“Well he is!” Chengcheng rolls his eyes.

“He should be!” Zhengting snaps. Justin is only seventeen and the last thing Zhengting wants his seventeen year old son to be doing is sinning.

“At least I had my first kiss!” Justin teases again, sticking his tongue out.

Chengcheng decides that he’s had enough and jumps down from his top bunk on an actual mission to kill Justin (he means it this time. He can do prison time. Him and Linkai watched a Youtube video on how to make a knife out if a toothbrush last week and he’s sure he could use his status as Fan Bingbing’s little brother to his advantage in prison. He’s watched enough Orange is the New Black for this. He’s ready). But before he can, Justin is running down the hall screaming for Ziyi (the one person Chengcheng is sure could kick his ass and wouldn’t regret it) and Zhengting is high tailing it behind the rest of them to make sure his children don’t get blood on the carpets he just had deep cleaned at the beginning of the week.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where’s the fire?” Ziyi asks as Justin ducks behind him.

“Let me kill him! We could sacrifice him to the gods! He’s a fucking virgin and that has to go for something!” Chengcheng shouts from behind Xukun, who had also come out from his room to see what all the noise is about, as if it’s the most sane thing in the world to say.

“I’m a child of God!” Justin retorts. Chengcheng knows he’s not. Justin just wants to make the others feel bad for him. I mean, if a little church boy came screaming devil to you, who would you believe? “I’ve made a promise of abstinence! You haven’t even-“

“Shut up!” Chengcheng yells.

“What the hell is going on?!” Yanjun groans, eyes piercing as he opens the door of his and Zhangjing’s room. Chengcheng wants to scoff because Yanjun hasn’t been the least bit intimidating to him since he found out his favorite past time is singing Baby Shark to Zhengting’s dogs - what a fucking Virgo.

“Can’t we just put these two up for adoption already?” Zhangjing leans his head against the door. “I’m willing to pay the fee. We can easily drop them off in a box too at a church if it comes to it.”

“We are not putting my kids up for adoption,” Zhengting snaps. “If my kid goes, so does yours.”

“Like we’d give up Linong,” Zhangjing snorts, pulling the younger into his arms and rubbing his hair. “Right? We all love Nongnong!”

“Hello!” Justin is screaming again. “Are we all just going to ignore the fact that Chengcheng sits here and calls me a virgin all the time but he hasn’t even kissed somebody before!”

And, oh yeah, Chengcheng almost forgot that’s why they’re all having a meeting in the middle of the hallway.

His eyes immediately are set ablaze again. A look of realization crosses Linong’s face as Linkai all but crumbles to the ground in a fit of laughter.

“Two virgins,” he whispers. Two virgin sacrifices might just get him the Nintendo Switch he’s been begging Zhengting for for months.

Before he can jump, Zhengting and Xukun pull him back and shove them into the room all while Justin is laughing wickedly from the other side of the door.

“Cheng,” Zhengting sighs, rubbing his temples. He’s too young to be getting worry lines, he tells himself as Chengcheng throws himself onto Xukun’s bed. “You cannot threaten to sacrifice people.”

“Well why not?” he snipes. “You let Justin and Linong get away with everything! Just admit it,” he crosses his arms, “you like to pick favorites.”

“I don’t-“

“Yes you do,” Xukun replies as he falls onto Ziyi’s now unoccupied bed. “You pick Justin over Chengcheng all the time.”

Chengcheng gestures towards the boy wildly. “See! Told you!” he says.

Zhengting shuts his eyes. “Maybe it’s because they don’t threaten human sacrifice every time something doesn’t go their way, you Satanic spawn.”

“Have you even read up on Satanism? It’s not as scary as you think.”

Zhengting only blinks at him. For a second, he ponders going down this road and talking to Chengcheng about weird conspiracies that sometimes leave the younger one so shaken, he has to crawl into bed with him or else he’ll get nightmares. But Zhengting takes one glance at Xukun and remembers that he has to punish him for defying him (or tickle him until he screams mercy and deny him kisses until he’s on his knees before the older and kissing other-)

“Ge!” Zhengting shakes his head and looks back at Chengcheng. Ugh, why can’t these children just behave long enough for him to get some decent loving around here? Zhengting looks back and forth between the two before Chengcheng huffs, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. “Are you seriously going to punish me? Justin was the one who told everyone my deepest darkest secret. I haven’t even told anyone about that one time we-“ Chengcheng stops suddenly as Zhengting gives him an expectant look.

“We?” he raises his eyebrows.

Chengcheng shakes his head before he tells Zhengting about the one time when he was seventeen and Justin was fifteen and they snuck into a nightclub. He may be mad but not mad enough to kill the captain of the ship as well. “Not the point. The point is that you’re yelling at me when we should be yelling at him!” he cries out, deflating against Xukun. “You’re my favorite parent now.”

“I think I’ll pass,” he grimaces, pushing Chengcheng away.

The youngest one pouts and stands up. “I hate this family. I’m going to tell Wenjun to take me back. Tell him I was lying when I said this new family is was better than the old one because we don’t have to deal with Zeren’s bullshit here.” Chengcheng turns on his feet, waiting for Zhengting to protest and call him dramatic. He stands at the door and wonders why he hasn’t said anything only to turn back and see Xukun crawling next to Zhengting in bed. Whores, he rolls his eyes before leaving.

Chengcheng decides then that he’s had enough embarrassment for the day. He’s not sure where Justin has gone but he does notice that his shoes are missing along with Ziyi’s when he passes the door on his way to the kitchen. He stalks up on some snacks and leaves back to his room, already thinking up ways to have Wenjun take him back in the Yuehua dorm (that he may or may not have gotten banned from after he set the microwave on fire - now that’s a whole other story for another day).

He settles down on his bunk and groans.

So what if he hasn’t had his first kiss? He thinks everyone should stop normalizing first kisses at such a young age.

He thinks about it a moment more then turns his head to the side to stare at the blank white wall, popping another chip into his mouth.

Maybe Xinchun is right - maybe Chengcheng is too picky.

He stays like that for a while, staring at the wall with crumbs littering his shirt and bed. He thinks about a lot of things while laying there - like the time he was in Korea for New Years and almost got to kiss Zhengting at the stroke of midnight just because the older was a little too tipsy. Or all the times he skipped out on playing spin the bottle and instead of kissing Zeren that one time, he popped him in the mouth with the rubber band on his wrist. He thinks about how many people have called him beautiful and told him they wanted more than a friendship and he chose not to pursue them.

He’s not sure what he’s scared of - he’s no stranger to heartbreak or rejection.

Somewhere around eight, Justin comes bounding into the room again. Chengcheng thinks for a moment - wonders if he should jump up and put him in a choke hold or throw him out the window. But instead, he sees the younger one dancing happily to the beat of his own drum and watches him grab some clothes and a towel before leaving again.

Rude, he thinks. Can’t you acknowledge your gege?

Chengcheng has known Justin since Justin was fourteen and he was sixteen. He remembers that he stayed in his family’s hotel a little before Justin left to Korea.

He still remembers meeting him in the arcade. The young boy with his natural dark hair was walking around the arcade when he stopped in front of where Chengcheng was playing basketball and laughed.

“Maybe you should stick to your day job,” he snickered as Chengcheng missed another shot.

“Shut up,” Chengcheng snorted just as the machine went off - his game is over. Chengcheng frowned, knowing his that was the last bit of his coins and sighed.

But, as if Justin could read his mind, he pulled a key out from his pocket and crouched down in front of the machine, opening the box where all the quarters would fall to and fished out a whole handful. “Here,” he smiled. Chengcheng remembers giving him a weird look before Justin said, “Don’t worry. My parents own all of this. I do it all the time.” He handed him the coins and then took a step back. “I’m Minghao but you can call me Justin.“

“Chengcheng,” he replied. “Fan Chengcheng.”

“Well Fan Chengcheng, let’s keep in touch. You owe me a favor now!” Justin said.

They had switched numbers and Chengcheng kept in touch. He rooted for Justin when Justin went to Korea, he comforted him when he came back to China, he joined his company when Justin suggested it and now, they’re in two bands together.

He thinks may he sees Justin too often. Maybe that’s what keeps him from actually killing the younger boy. Chengcheng still remembers how Justin would always call him an “angsty teenager” because all Chengcheng used to do was complain.

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about. Your sister is Fan Bingbing, you’re rich, you’re not that bad to look at and you’re best friends with the one and only Huang Minghao,” he had told him somewhere in the beginning of their friendship.

He knows he shouldn’t complain. He has a life that many people dream of and yet, he can’t help but feel saddened by the fact that he’s never gotten the chance to experience a normal life.

Maybe I am an angsty teenager, he thinks as he sits up for the first time in hours, watching all of the crumbs from his shirt litter the bed. He’ll just sleep in Zhengting’s tonight then complain about it tomorrow when the older comes looking for clothes.

“You look so sad,” Justin chuckles from the doorway, shaking a towel on his wet hair.

“There are crumbs on my bed,” he says.

Justin blinks. “Okay?” Chengcheng just shrugs and stands up, staring at his sheets a while longer. Justin sighs and walks over, using his towel to swat the remnants onto the floor. “Better?” he asks.

“I was gonna make Zhengting to it-“

“Well,” Justin shrugs. They’re silent for another beat. It grows awkward until Justin groans. “What’s even wrong with you?”

Chengcheng isn’t sure how to respond. What is wrong with him? It’s not the first time Justin’s spilled a secret about him to his band mates. In fact, sometimes, it seems like it’s his life goal to embarrass his elder; like the time he told everyone he had a rash in the place where the sun don’t shine, or the time he leaked pictures of Chengcheng picking his nose to the groupchat. But there was this feeling in the pit of his stomach that made today’s confession a little different.

“What’s wrong with me?” Chengcheng asks, tone catching Justin off guard. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What are you even talking about?” Justin frowns, taking a step back.

Chengcheng’s not sure what he’s talking about but words are rolling off his tongue anyways.

“I mean, who the hell even are you? To go around and spill my business like this?” Chengcheng jabs his finger accusingly into his chest.

“Dude, it was a joke,” Justin pouts. He keeps backing him until he feels his back hit the door and it click behind him. Chengcheng takes another step and they’re now flushed together. “Leave me alone,” Justin orders.

“Who the fuck cares if I haven’t had my first kiss?” Chengcheng growls at him.

“Nobody does!” Justin retorts. He knows nobody does. If anything, nobody is surprised because Chengcheng isn’t a very affectionate person. He hates when his personal space is intruded, hates when people touch him. He doesn’t give hugs or cuddle with his members. In fact, this is the closest Justin thinks they’ve been since they both debuted on Idol Producer.

“Well obviously you do if you went around telling everyone!” Chengcheng shouts.

“I was trying to annoy you!” Justin groans.

“But why?!” Chengcheng asks. “Why do you always have to be so damn annoying?! Why can’t you just let me breathe for once, huh?! Did it ever occur to you that I may be saving my kiss for someone special?!”

“What’s so special about a kiss?! It’s just a stupid kiss!” Justin is irritated. He doesn’t like when Chengcheng raises his voice at him and he knows Chengcheng has no right to. He knows Chengcheng can sit and talk things out with him. He knows his elder knows how to act. But Justin just wants to go to sleep but for that to happen, he’ll need Chengcheng to 1) get out of his face and 2) shut the hell up. “Everyone kisses! Nobody gives a damn who your first kiss is with! They only care about how well you do it and you’re fucking eighteen and probably kiss like a washing machine! I probably kiss way better than you!”

“And?!” Chengcheng’s ears are red now. He’s not sure where all this anger is coming from but he’s burning inside out.

“And that’s all you have to say,” Justin replies, a bit satisfied with himself to see that he’s won again. “So go away.” He tries to slip out between the door and Chengcheng but the older presses him back against the door. He groans, “Chengcheng, what?”

“You’re annoying as hell,” his voice is low. “Why aren’t you like this to everyone else?”

Justin crosses his arms, turning his head to the side. He knows Chengcheng is right. Justin may be annoying but the level he takes it with Chengcheng is enough to make anyone’s skin crawl with anger.

“You’re stupid, that’s why,” Justin mutters, trying again to walk away, only to be pressed back against the door.

“Minghao,” Chengcheng grits through his teeth. Justin rolls his eyes, something Chengcheng hates. He grabs his jaw and snaps the boy’s head so he can look him in the eyes. “Huang Minghao. Why the hell are you so annoying towards me and not everyone else?” he asks even lower.

“Because I don’t want to be everyone else’s first kiss,” Justin replies, catching Chengcheng off guard. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but being annoying is how I flirt around here. So either kiss me right now or let me go to bed and think about how fucking stupid you are because I’ve been wanting to be your first kiss since the day in the arcade but if you aren’t going to let me be your special person-“

Chengcheng hates how much Justin talks sometimes. So, he decides to shut him up like how they do in the movies, by kissing him. That way, Justin gets to be his first kiss, Chengcheng gets to have his first kiss and they’ll both get to go to sleep one kiss richer.

Justin is the first to pull away, a bit breathless but with a smirk on his face.

“Told you that you suck at kissing,” he smiles, pressing another quick one on his lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”

“Who even taught you how to kiss?” Chengcheng pouts.

”Youtube,” he laughs. “You can find everything on there.”

“I sort of hate you.”

“You can’t hate me. We’re boyfriends now!” Justin frowns.

“Says who?”

“Do you want me to kiss you again or not,” Justin crosses his arms.

And Chengcheng realizes then that once again, Justin is wrong.

It’s not about your first kiss, or how well you kiss, or where you kiss. It’s about the person you’re kissing.

And Chengcheng is definitely ready to kiss Justin for a very long time.