"you in love with me or something?" "yes, desperately. thank you for noticing,"
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ln yn isn't too fond of apartment living, between the occasional roaches and the person who keeps stealing her grocery deliveries. but especially because of her exceptionally loud next door neighbors whom she has decided: she cannot stand. it's not all bad though, certainly not when xiao dejun (the prettiest boy she's ever seen) lives in the building. well, it was a perk. until it's revealed that him and her next door neighbor are one in the same.
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CHAPTER FIVE : kiss and tell
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ln yn isn't too fond of apartment living, between the occasional roaches and the person who keeps stealing her grocery deliveries. but especially because of her exceptionally loud next door neighbors whom she has decided: she cannot stand. it's not all bad though, certainly not when xiao dejun (the prettiest boy she's ever seen) lives in the building. well, it was a perk. until it's revealed that him and her next door neighbor are one in the same.
“Come to chew me out about smoking again?”
In any and all iterations of the word lovesick, Xiaojun seems to be fitting of any and all descriptions. It’s embarrassing, the way his lips part and his eyes blow wide the second he hears your voice. The way in which he declines you the privilege of a response, primarily for the fact that he cannot seem to muster one. Not with the way you’re peering back at him, head tilted and tongue poking at your cheek. One brow raised and lips in the beginning of a sneer that despite all connotations, he can’t help but feel is charming. There’s a cigarette hanging from your fingers, dangling over the railing as the ash drips down like oncoming snow. You make it look so appealing, smoking that is, more so than Ten or Sicheng ever has. And Xiaojun begins to wonder whether it really is all that bad for you.
He clears his throat, hand heavy on the back of his neck as he leans over the railing. Half lidded eyes slide in your direction, forcing you to swallow, hard, in a concentrated effort to push down the beginnings of a blush. His hands are dangling over the edge, tongue snaking across his bottom lip before getting caught between his teeth. His brows are furrowed, lips parted in the beginning of response that he just can’t seem to get out. But then, he does, with an expression so utterly pathetic that you could have sworn that he reached over and squeezed your heart. “So you and Ten?”
It takes you a moment to register the implications of his words, gears turning in your head before you burst out laughing. Staring at him with a grin that pushes up your cheeks and swallows your eyes. He’s never smoked before, too afraid of damaging his lungs and forever ruining the pretty voice he uses when he sings in the shower. He’s never had an addiction in the first place. But if he did, then he’s pretty sure that it would feel like this. All consuming, setting him alight from the tips of his toes to the shell of his ears. A burn in his chest that seems to eat away at him with each change in pitch from you. Laughter as pretty as a songbird, a sound that he would play on loop if he could.
“What?” you muster through your giggling, waving the cigarette in his direction as you shoot him an incredulous look, “Ten and I what? Dating?”
He nods, lip pulled underneath his top set of teeth, looking like a puppy who just got kicked. His hair is falling over his dark eyes as he looks back at you, cheeks flushed a pretty pink from the chill (it’s more so you, not that you would ever connect the dots). In contrast to his sullen, somber state, you’re out of breath. Practically bent over the railing as you snort, “What gave you that impression?”
“The picture he sent on new years. The lipstick one. You guys seemed…busy,”
“That? No, Ten and I always kiss on the countdown. Not like a real kiss or anything. Nothing romantic, I really … yeah, I don’t think I could ever see Ten like that,”
He shoots you a look, features scrunched and eyes narrowed. He’s cute. So cute that you might fling yourself off the balcony because you’re not sure you can continue on with this conversation. It’s hard to hate him when he’s looking at you like that, an expression that is begging you to reach over and show him what a real kiss is. You grip your cigarette tighter, desperate for any semblance of getting an actual grip over yourself.
“So you guys just make out all the time or…”
This indicts another laugh from you and Xiaojun feels all the blood in his body rush to his head. “Ten’s lucky if he gets a peck on new years. I’m affectionate with all my friends but we’re not fucking if that’s what you’re asking,”
You take a drag, watching amused as he spits and sputters over your choice of words. You snicker, lips twitching into a self-satisfied grin at his floundering. Utterly unable to find a foothold for a response. How could he ever respond to that? Sorry, didn’t mean to pry into your sex life! Bye! His face is hot as he gulps, loud enough to elicit another bout of entertained laughter from your direction. A direction which he avoids, head in his hands as he scrambles for any pretense of an apology. You’re not sure if it’s because of how pitiful he looks or because you want to escape the potential conversation of said sex life but you interject, swooping in and saving him from the inevitable, resigned comment he would have to make.
“He asked me to kiss him all over for the picture. Said he wanted to send it to you, that it would drive you crazy,” you shrug, smoking falling over your lips in a steady stream, “I’m not your biggest fan, if you didn’t know, and it’s just Ten so,”
Xiaojun picks his head up so quickly that the sides of his head seem to be squeezing in on him. There’s a burning itch in the bridge of his nose and a ringing in his ears, seeing double with the force of bringing himself to look at you. He blinks himself out of it, once, twice, then five times before he’s no longer staggering where he stands. “So you’re not dating Ten,”
“Nope,” you pop the P, taking another slow drag of your cigarette.
“And you didn’t enjoy kissing him?” it’s an exhale this time as you shake your head no, eliciting him to pinch his thumb and pointer together, “Not even a little bit?”
You raise a brow, gesturing the cig in his direction as you speak. “No. You into him or something?”
If one week ago, someone had told him that his nextdoor neighbor, the same one he’s head over heels for, would be asking him if he had a crush on Ten Lee--he would have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. If there was ever a direction in which this conversation was never in a million years meant to go too, it would be this one. A conclusion that Xiaojun has reached with the fall of his face and the slack of his jaw. And when he hears that question fall from your ever-tempting lips, it feels as if he had just gotten hit by a freight train. Then run over ten times (even the number makes him angry) for good measure. Then had the earth implode. “No! No, god no. Not him,”
He watches as his dismissal and rejection flies straight over your hair. Soaring over that pretty head of yours. You look him up and down, inner cheek caught in between your teeth as your gaze flickers back to his eyes. Your tone is dry, thick with complete and utter disbelief.
“Uh huh,”
He gapes, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. His tone is hurried and panicked, desperate to clear up the misunderstanding that you seem to have already solidified as the absolute truth in your head. “No!” his volume is nearly at a shout before he coughs quickly and lowers it again after taking in the amused look on your face, “No, no, no, really. It’s not like that,”
“Sure, yeah,” you wave him off, smug smile twitching on your lips as you spin around on your heels, “I’ll let Ten know it’s not like that,”
“Seriously! I’m not into Ten. Yn, I’m serious-” the butt end of his sentence is interrupted by the slam of your door and Xiaojun is left standing alone on his balcony. It takes him a few moments to process everything that has just happened and when he does, he can only reach one conclusion (one beyond the fact that it feels like his entire world just exploded and went up into smoke and flames).
Ten is never going to let him live this down.
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