#wayv sketch

[rvnclyd]

[ringarde-starr]

quick kun sketch (idk how to draw ears)

[hevenartm]

[ly0nzen]

🦄 Hendery 🦄

[pockystrawbery]

WINWIN WayV

[hosomiame]

[blueflamebun]

Sketches to be finished as soon as I can!

[newchaorai]

a sketched snowkun <3

i like kun in snow white costume so much. qian kun is the cutest guy in this world no matter what TT

i do my best. drawing a person in cartoon line is very difficult but i can do it!

[mins-fins]

PAREIDOLIA (D.SC)

SUMMARY . . . history just simply always manages to repeat itself, the artist and their tired university student roommate who just can't help but admire them in ways friends don't look at each other..

PAIRING . . . dong sicheng x male!reader

GENRE . . . insanely fluffy

WARNINGS . . . none!

WORD COUNT . . . 1.8k

NOTES . . . why is winwin so majestic tf 🙁 my wayv bias is yangyang i have NO IDEA what you're talking about, im so mortifyingly in love with winwin but not in a "i want to kiss him" way in a "i wanna bake him cookies and run my fingers through his hair" way and that's basically the same thing

sicheng has become long used to coming home and seeing y/n in the middle of another artistic project. it's usually a painting, because that's the easiest thing to do in their small apartment, one the two of them fought tooth and nail to be able to afford. on some days he'll be creating costumes out of construction paper, or he'll be sewing, or he'll just be sketching on the couch. 

it's become somewhat of a staple of comfort to him, maybe it's because of how recognizable it is to come home and see y/n, eyebrows furrowed, head tilted, the slightest smudge of paint on his face as his eyes are completely focused on the canvas before him. there's always a small smile that comes to his face whenever he hears the door open, sicheng only catches it on the most certain of days, though.

and maybe it's weird that sicheng remembers every single detail of what happens after he comes home from exhausting classes where all his professor does is talk about is nonsense, this is kind of like the only silver lining to his day after hours of just nothing but life draining lectures.

and no it's definitely not because y/n is just the best serotonin every single feeling sicheng has for him is completely platonic and platonic only!

it's as he's untying his shoes, that he realizes today something is different. y/n is humming, to a song the two of them hear their neighbors blast through the walls every now and then, he assumes the tune got stuck in his head, and he just can't help but now him it to himself.

sicheng puts his shoes away, he glances up for a moment, and pauses, waiting. he then smiles to himself as he watches y/n smile himself, finally acknowledging his presence. "i didn't even hear you, the door closed so quietly".

y/n's comment makes him snicker, but his eyes still don't leave the canvas, so focused on what he's painting in fact that he doesn't register the paint on his cheek. sicheng, like he does on most days, walks up towards y/n and quickly wipes off the paint with his thumb.

y/n makes a small noise, but he ultimately doesn't shy away from sicheng's hand, almost leaning into the touch if sicheng thinks about it. "how do you never notice when you have paint on your face?" sicheng asks, going over to the sink to wash the paint off his thumb.

"an artist never strays away from their artistic craft" y/n comments mindlessly, and sicheng's eyebrows furrow just for a mere moment before he looks back to his roommate, still focused on the random color he's spreading across the canvas.

"did you just make that up, or..?" at the question, y/n finally turns around after what seemed like hours of standing in the same spot, and he snickers at the way sicheng asks it.

"yep, made it up just now".

the response makes sicheng snort, because he knows that's absolutely true considering the kind of person y/n is. "you.. your something alright" sicheng doesn't know why those words are the ones that come out of his mouth, but they make y/n laugh.

"ah thanks, you make me feel so smart, chengie" y/n looks back to the painting, stepping back just a little bit to admire it. he removes his gloves and tosses them away, yawning lightly. "does it look nice?"

sicheng blinks, glancing over at y/n, who is patiently waiting for his answer. he mindlessly stares at the painting of a snowy mountaintop as he tries to think of a compliment he hasn't said thousands of times already. "it's marvelous" y/n gives him a look of confusion, and sicheng just snickers as he does those jazz hands.

"you couldn't at least be a little bit more creative with your compliment?" y/n's face scrunches a little bet, and sicheng just shrugs, rubbing his eyes.

"i'm tired i don't have time for creativity" sicheng yawns, and y/n gives him another judgmental look. "ask me when i'm more awake" he shouts as he walks towards his room, leaving y/n to admire his painting all alone.

y/n snickers, shaking his head.

what a character you are, dong sicheng..

"do you assume van gogh was a weird guy?"

sicheng barely registers the question, because the only sound he's heard for the past twenty minutes is the horribly loud clicking of y/n's pen as he brainstorms ideas for upcoming projects, assignments, and all that other stuff. he narrows his eyes at his laptop screen before looking up at y/n, who was finally done clicking his pen and began sketching.

"what?" is his immediate response, probably because he didn't have enough time to properly assess or process that question. the other thing that being y/n's roommate comes with is having to hear the most random and weird questions. "i'm sorry?"

"van gogh" y/n says again, smiling innocently. "you know, the painter gu—"

"i know who van gogh is y/n" sicheng clarifies, sighing. "i just— what do you think i know about the personality of a famous artist who died over a hundred years ago?" he raises an eyebrow, momentarily glancing back down at his computer screen as he hears y/n's loud sigh.

"i'm researching about him for this project i'm doing".

"you did a project about van gogh already.." sicheng mutters in confusion, and he hears y/n's pen click once again, then the slam of his sketchbook. "didn't you?"

"oh this isn't for school!" y/n exclaims. "i'm just doing it for fun!"

"what kind of psycho does a project for fun?" at the words, y/n snorts, and sicheng can't help but gaze at him. yeah, it's stupid, but he's just so cute, and sicheng has no idea why he's staring this long at him.

fuck, i probably look crazy. i'm literally zoning out on his face, what kind of moron does that?

at least he's self aware.

"nothing?"

"what?"

"on van gogh?" y/n clarifies, and sicheng blinks like an idiot, because what else would y/n be talking about? he shakes his head, and y/n pouts in an unserious manner.

"at least your here to humor me" y/n says, picking his sketchbook back up as he begins flipping through it, he pauses at a certain page and smiles brightly at what's sketched on it.

sicheng doesn't really know what y/n draws in his sketchbook. y/n is pretty big on privacy, so sicheng never made it his thing to figure out what's in y/n's sketchbook because he doesn't want him to.

though, the way y/n's smiling at his sketchbook gets him curious.

"are the sketches causing you that much joy?"

y/n snaps up, his face going embarrassingly red as he closes his sketchbook once again. he smiles, then awkwardly laughs as he looks away, lightly scratching his arm. "yeah, um.. i just really like the sketches i made".

sicheng laughs, glancing back at his computer screen. it's so hard not to constantly stare at you when your.. well— you.

but they're just friends, nothing more.

"when i was younger i always wanted a garden of strawberries" y/n states as he paints said garden of strawberries on the canvas in front of him.

y/n is always the most busy on weekends with his artistic projects. he'll legitimately spend half of his day painting, another half making a halloween costume even though halloween won't come for the next seven months, and the other half sewing a sweater he's going to wear once every few months. sicheng has seen it all, and he's gotten used to the normalization of y/n just doing another artistic craft everyday, still being able to rest a whole eight hours.

he admires his way of just being such.. what is the phrase, a hard worker, he could say. y/n was just always up, doing something, he was never bored or not doing something, he was very much just an always working person.

"strawberries? out of everything?" sicheng asks, stirring the spoon in his cup of coffee mindlessly, he's too busy staring at y/n to pay attention to his now cooling cup of coffee. y/n gives him one of the most judgmental looks ever.

"what do you mean? out of everything? strawberries are amazing!" y/n counters, and sicheng laughs at his tone of voice. "they're one of the best things mankind has ever actually made".

"okay but why a garden of them?"

"so i can make strawberry flavored things everyday, duh" y/n dismisses the amount of red coloring on his apron, and his gloves, too busy trying to figure out how to finish his painting of his dream garden of strawberries.

y/n narrows his eyes at the painting, studying it for a moment, like he was trying to figure out if the painting was talking to him or not. "is this ugly?"

"what?"

"the painting? is it ugly?"

sicheng furrows his eyebrows, staring at y/n like he just asked the stupidest question in the world. y/n usually doesn't care about his opinion when it comes to paintings, because sicheng isn't an artist like he is, so sicheng has no idea why he would suddenly ask him about what he thought about his painting so suddenly.

"no? your paintings are never ugly.. why would you ask that?"

sicheng's question-answer makes y/n narrow his eyes at him. sicheng assumes he wasn't expecting that answer that then turned into a question, with the way he goes silent, and with the way his face flushes so much more obviously than it usually does.

sicheng doesn't get why he notices that the most, y/n is pretty unpredictable, he gets flustered at some of the most random times, and it's only at certain moments that sicheng notices how red his face is.

it's hot in the room, that's it, that's why, there is absolutely no other reason his face is so red right now.

he's just thinking of excuses.

"thank you" he whispers, turning back to his painting as he removes his paint splattered gloves. "it's a new day, i just wanted your opinion".

"that's strange".

"well if i'm not strange then i'm not interesting" y/n hums as he puts the finishing touches on his painting, and with his back turned, sicheng can admire him fully, without worrying about him getting caught and then having to explain why he was staring for so long.

sicheng is so busy admiring him, he doesn't even notice that he hasn't taken a sip of his coffee yet.

[mapletine]

silly celeb au concept sketches (wing photocard next week <3)

+ i have so many thoughts abt this au guys i need to be sedated (don’t open the cut unless u rly want more info bc. there's. A LOT. it will be a wall of incoherent rambling text im sorry)

ok first disclaimers: i know very little abt idols and even less abt modeling so!! if anything is horrifically inaccurate forgive me im stupid!! and also this will literally be stream of consciousness unedited so if it makes zero sense im very sorry

now we begin the madness

some background info: kite was scouted off the street (as he was walking off from pickpocketing someone LMAO) for his height and build, currently very sought after to model for many brands because he’s literally the same as the sketch models on paper so the designers don’t have to compromise on their clothing designs to fit the model, bc he just. looks exactly like the paper sketch. also the white hair is very distinctive!! and his prep/management team is his research team <3 he’s currently the face of several brands, including the zoldyck brand (i see the zoldycks as a very influential family in the fashion/modeling industry, kikyo was a former model until an accident, now she’s focusing on designing, all the kids are involved in the industry somehow, illumi is within the same agency (?is that how modeling works) as kite). he’s in his mid-twenties ish and hes 6'3" - 6'4" (190 - 193 cm)

wing and his idol group debuted a couple years ago (haven’t thought too much about the members, but im thinkin feitan maybe? kurapika?? shalnark?? idk guys maybe he’s a solo act) and they’ve skyrocketed to fame. uhh in terms of content they produce, thinkin something similar to wayv/bts type music (stuff that crowds just eat up LOL like love talk by wayv, luna by oneus that kind of music) and im thinking that wing’s debut look was REALLY BAD (they made the poor man blond) but when they put him back to his normal hair color he got rly popular. he’s had some bad eras where the stylists made him look a little goofy but… he’s good now (his best era was the mullet era). also he was trained by bisky who was a former idol who has retired and she's a legend in the industry… and wing is currently guiding an idol trainee (zushi lol). wing’s in his early-mid-twenties i think and he's 5'9" - 5'10" (175 - 178 cm)

ok and the main 4 fit into this uhh... i think gon is also an idol trainee along w zushi. and killua is currently modeling for a popular teen's clothing brand. i think i mentioned kurapika as being a part of wing's idol group but lowk i think maybe he's an actor instead. leorio is also. an actor. yeah ok there we go

uhhhh ok general thoughts:

i see them meeting at like.. the met gala or its equivalent and they meet when wing trips over kite’s clothes (he’s wearing something with a ridiculously long train and wing isn’t looking where he’s going), and at first wing thinks kite is super standoffish/rude bc he doesn’t apologize or offer a hand when wing trips… he just.. sorta stares at him on the floor for a second then clacks off in his very pointy shoes (he was flustered abt the very pretty stranger who just fell for over him. also he was STRESSED asf) (also the perspective that wing had probably didn't help bc bro was on the floor and kite was staring down at him from a height of like 6'9 with the heels)

afterwards there’s a bunch of pictures and edits of wing falling over all over the internet bc it was kind of funny… and ppl are telling him like “oh my god you tripped over yorknew’s top model the LITERAL FACE of fashion right now” and wing is like “damn i didn’t know also he’s a jerk”… and to kite ppl r telling him “oh my god the country’s MOST POPULAR IDOL tripped on you” and kite’s like “uhhh.. who?” (he doesn’t keep up with the entertainment industry despite being a part of it) and they both search each other up and they both have a moment like “oh my god i fucked up (also he's really hot)”

anyways they continue randomly (not at all random very much orchestrated by the people around them) meeting at things,,, there’s a very awkward apology from kite where he explains (sortof) why he didn’t help wing up… uhh stuff happens they fall in love and start dating LOL (i didnt think abt this part that hard) and for a hot minute there r paparazzi photos circulating of them together and the media is losing their collective shit

fast forward a little bit and they r like “yea we r together LOL” and then u start seeing kite at wing’s concerts in a spectator box staring very lovingly at wing on the stage and wing (and sometimes his whole idol group) starts showing up to fashion shows and wing looks like shellshocked every time kite steps onto the catwalk hes got kind of an awed stare on his face

ok future thoughts:

after abt two? ish years dating (engaged for 6 months out of those 2 yrs) they have an extremely private wedding with only close friends invited, and when ppl start noticing theyre wearing wedding bands (takes a while bc wing usually wears a lot of rings anyways, and kite wears his on a necklace and not on his hand) the media has a collective meltdown. again. (i am the media in this i think. i have meltdowns bc of them.)

um and eventually (around when him and kite get married) wing's idol group splits apart as they all go to pursue individual passions/careers, so now he's workin on his own music/vision. i think his personal music is much more peaceful and vibey than what his old group produced, more gentle love songs and poetic music and whatnot.

and kite steps out of the spotlight and is focusing on nature conservation philanthropy type stuff,, so he'll still step out and model for charity/fundraiser type stuff and he's the face of a large conservation foundation. (also bc sometimes he'll join like.. ocean cleanup initiatives or similar things and like. imagine ur volunteering to pick up garbage on the beach and u literally see like. anya taylor joy and her husband also out there picking up garbage or smthn. that's how the other ppl feel.) hes also a big advocate for no kill shelters and donates a shitload to them i like to think.

so yeah ok if u made it this far bless u!!! i dont really have any coherent storyline thoughts just this aggregation of random world building thoughts ok bye (btw if u have thoughts on this feel free to dm me abt them or tell me what u think in the replies or tags im brain rotting abt this stupid au so hard rn)

anyways im no writer (if u couldnt alr tell from this word vomit) so no fic but i may continue churning out thought fragments like this

[rvnclyd]

[neptunesinterweb]

ALL ABOUT THE ASTRONAUT !!

HEYY CUTIE my name is Sapphire, I'm a part time RN (registered nurse), an afro-latina (🇭🇹/🇩🇴) from Brooklyn Nyc, that also speaks Kreyòl, Spanish, and English so please be kind thank you! I'm born September 5th, 2003. (♍) I attend college currently dreaming to be either an ob-gyn, or a neurosurgeon (I changed plans last minute. ☹️)

I prefer She/her or Star/stars pronouns, if you're the type to cry over pronouns I suggest you leave.

A few of my favorite things are playing the flute, and piano, toy collecting, playing volleyball, cozy houses with rainy days, playing chess and reading comics, writing/reading, drawing/sketching, learning languages, spoiling myself, traveling, binge watching TV shows.

What does the astronaut listen to?

Ariana Grande, Ateez, Amerie, Aaliyah, A Tribe Called Quest, Brandy, BTS, Biggie Smalls, Beyoncé, BabyMetal, Baby Keem, Bruno Mars, Cardi B, City Girls, Childish Gambino, Chief Keef, Cigarettes After Sex, Chloe x Halle, Destiny's Child, Deftones, Doja Cat, Destroy lonely, Drake, Daddy Yankee, Disturbed, Eazy-E, Eminem, Everglow, Flo Milli, Hatsune Miku, Jodeci, Kendrick Lamar, Kay Flock, Kali Uchis, Kanye West, Keyshia Cole, Kyary Pamyu Pamyu, Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Wayne, Loona, Lisa Ono, Lil Kim, Lana Del Rey, Megan Thee Stallion, Men I Trust, Mitski, Michael Jackson, Mac Demarco, Mariya Takeuchi, Mamamoo, Missy Elliott, Mary J. Blige, MF DOOM, Melanie Martinez, Nicki Minaj, Nle Choppa, Poppy, Pink Pantheress, Playboi Carti, Queen, Rihanna, Red Velvet, Rico Nasty, Romeo Santos, Slipknot, SZA, Steve Lacy, Selena Quintanilla, Spice, SWV, Tv Girl, Tame Impala, Tupac, Tyler, The Creator, Tisa Korean, TLC, The Weeknd, Usher, WayV, XXXtentacion, 702.

[ly0nzen]

SMTOWN Live sketches 1/?: Pink Xiaojun 💕🦖🌸🌷

[rashkal]

The stars finaly aligned.

certainly, my name is Narashka Shakeel Atalaric. people commonly refer to me as Rashkal. i was among the young men who had reached their last academic assignment as a college student. my zodiac sign is Taurus, and my MBTI type is ENFP. i go by He/Him as my pronouns, i am mature. and i’m proud to tell you that i have a girlfriend named Julianne Isabell.

for your information, i tend to use actors' faces as pfp or replace them with my favorite idols, such as Kai from EXO, Mingyu from SEVENTEEN, Winwin from WAYV, Sungchan from RIIZE, as well as various KHH and KRNB artists. i also greatly enjoy watching series or dramas on Netflix, whether it's starting a new series that's currently airing or revisiting a drama that i'm fond of.

i don't possess any exceptional skills to boast about, but i have a strong penchant for experimenting with new activities or sketching something i've recently observed. i'm also quite the sleeper. it might be a slight exaggeration, but when i’m fond of a song, i could easily listen to it over 30 times in a day.

i'm an avid coffee enthusiast; i can't go a day without indulging in a cup. when it comes to coffee, i enjoy all varieties, and i'm not particularly fond of sugary treats, but i have a strong preference for spicy foods. absolutely, i take great pleasure in both listening to music and acquiring new knowledge through reading.

among the music artists i've followed are Feel Koplo, EXO, SEVENTEEN, ATEEZ, RIIZE, Girls Generation, Red Velvet, AESPA, NCT, WAYV, P1Harmony, RIIZE, Ash Island, Ahn Toil, GRAY, HEIZE, BIBI, Taylor Swift, Wave To Earth, Lauv, Lany, Penomeco, Simon Dominic, Touch The Sky, Conan Gray, AKMU, Zeco, Dean, pH-1, Hoody, and many others.

it might improtant, this account contains explicit content that is not suitable for minors, so it is advised that those underaged avoid following this account for convenience. i am discerning in accepting followers. if you encounter something that unsettles you, feel free to contact me through Direct Message. i am receptive to all types of criticism and feedback, and i value those who choose to communicate important concerns with me.

i won't follow individuals who constantly meddle in the issues of others. attend to your own matters and concerns, please? there's too much unnecessary drama, openly expressing disdain for others preferences, lacking empathy for others, and not appreciating things i enjoy or do not fit with basic criteria.

there might be moments when i come across something amusing or intriguing related to my interests, but rest assured, i'll exercise discretion in deciding what to share and what not to share.

by the way, this is my previous as roleplayer writer, just in case we have met before, my old account was NCTCAPT, JlUNNG, J7IUNG, AINTJAEHO, TAJEYANG, jeffsatuy, jorgwon, chanyioung, and wiunwin. also my old cyber was w8ino, hwimiun, notachal, rakbwon, wiunwin, coogiu and now i'm here.

for the agencies, i was part of itshalation, lowthekey, 50Degrees, Magaziens, longless, Birmingham, Rather Lovers, Sympathetic, The Riot Culture, Break The Class, Safetiebox, HeadsOnClouds, Teens In Broken, Artsyfuture, Dismydays I & II, SainceStudios, Motionsket, Labellest, HeadsOnClouds, Marchengartens. and for squad i'm part of LV, Mandortoir (as caretakers), Gallarist, Parthai, STM-95, NEFOGEN.

[h-a-j-i-m-e-ru]

ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ

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[mingi-bubu]

this time lapse that cannot be escaped

for prompt #40 (“hiding/hoping not to be found”) for my 76 Kisses challenge!  this is technically the second chapter to a fic that i called in my mind “character study presented as romance” and posted on ao3.  long story short, i felt meng yiran deserved better friends and wanted to see her character develop more than it did during the show.  and i imprinted on yu banshan like a baby duckling.  this is connected to prompt #52 (”accidentally witnessed kiss”)

《love o2o》 meng yiran x yu banshan, est relationship, character study, post-canon, canon compliant, characters might be ooc but they’re definitely oob (out of breath), author needs to add nct 127′s “time lapse” to List of Songs to Not Write to Unless I Want to End Up Writing Characters in a Very Interesting Situation (the only other song on that list being wayv’s 《after midnight》) ~2k words

76 Kisses Masterlist || ao3 link || prompt 52

Yiran couldn’t help the small, breathless giggle that escaped her mouth as Banshan pulled her to him.  The surprised, but pleased, look on his face is so endearing to her.  A wave of affection for him washes over her.  She wraps her arms around his waist, leaning back to look at him.  He had forgone his contacts this morning, and instead wore the same pair of glasses he’s had since uni.  (Sisi was her informant for that lovely tidbit of information.  Yiran didn’t know whether to laugh or be mortified, but then again, she was a different person.)

They were standing around the corner of Zhi Yi Tech’s elevator, in a lesser used corridor of the building.  Down the side of the hallway they stood in were just a bunch of storage for unused parts and miscellaneous items.  She was almost positive that one room was filled with art supplies that were only used for mockups and preliminary sketches of art for whatever game or game update they were working on.  Down the other side was a few bedrooms for when the employees of Zhi Yi are on a deadline and need to sleep without leaving.  It was obvious that no one was there, or else he wouldn’t have risked bringing her here.

Their relationship was not a secret, necessarily, but neither of them really went around the office shouting it.  Despite working at Zhi Yi for several months, now, Yiran still didn’t feel quite comfortable being there.  Part of this, she knows, is that the main set of people in charge at the company are Banshan’s friends.  Which meant they went to uni together.  And, not only did they go to uni together, but he was roommates with three of them.  So they knew who she was.  Working with them has (hopefully) changed their opinion of her, but she knows that the four of them are brothers in everything but blood.  The second part was that she still hasn’t managed to get a chance to talk with Xiao Nai and Weiwei alone.  She knows that it will happen eventually, and she’s been busy getting their communications department up-to-date, but it still weighed on her from time to time.  And third…

She saw what happened with other girls in her family’s circle when they dated within whatever company their dads ran.  She was part of what happened, the talking behind their backs, the rumors spread within the company.  Yiran knows that, to an extent, her situation is different.  She was hired long before they even started dating, and they didn’t even work in the same department.  But in many ways, it is the same.  Her insecurities from university about not being enough still had a grip on her now.  The doubts sank their claws into her bones and sometimes it felt like she would never be able to get rid of them.

Is it possible she just got the job as part of some long form revenge plot?  Did Banshan actually like her at all?  Does she even deserve to be working here?  Should she have taken up her uncle’s offer instead?  Sure, she’d be hiding who she is, but in a way isn’t that what she was doing now?

Banshan brings one hand up to cup her face, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone absentmindedly.  His other is wrapped around her waist, anchoring her.  “Hey, are you with me?”

Yiran hadn’t even realized she was spiraling until he asked.  She blinks a few times, regaining her bearings.  She focuses on breathing, on feeling the fabric of his shirt under her arms, the heat of his body under that.  It isn’t until a few deep breaths later that she realizes Banshan was breathing with her.  She tilts forward, her forehead resting against his sternum.  “I’m sorry,” she says, her voice muffled by the Henley.

He moved his hand when she started tilting into him.  He gently stroked the back of her head, his fingers sliding through her hair easily.  “Why?”

Yiran looked up, her chin resting where her forehead had been.  Banshan looked genuinely confused at her apology, which made Yiran frown in confusion.  She had just spiraled into her basket of insecurities when he definitely had pulled her around the corner for something else.  “You were being all cute and romantic and having a secret rendezvous, and I ruined it.”

Banshan’s confusion turns into a fond smile.  This isn’t the first time that she got in her head about something, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.  Lucky for him, ‘words of affirmation’ was one of his stronger love languages.  He tucks some of her hair behind her ear.  “I wouldn’t say you ruined it.  After all, we’re both still standing here, hm?  Neither of us have been in any grave dangers, right?”  He moves to cup her face in his hands, “I’d put this in the “Win” column, personally.”

His comment had the intended effect.  Yiran’s face broke into a smile.  “You would, would you?”  She brings one of her hands up to his heart and rises up on her toes.  “Prove it.”

“Of course,” Banshan says, leaning down to meet her lips.  He stops just before their lips meet and he changes course and pulls back.  Before Yiran can do so much as pout, Banshan kisses the tip of her nose.  And then moves to her forehead.  And then temples.  Soon, he’s just peppering kisses all over her face, savoring her giggles.  Yiran moved to hold his wrists, just enjoying the sudden affection.  She was surprised that he felt this comfortable in the office to be so free with it, but she chalked it up to that he wanted to reassure her.  … and the fact that no one else was on this floor, so they didn’t have to explain themselves if they were to be caught.

He kisses the part of her cheekbone that was right next to his thumb, and Yiran lets out a small whine.  “Yu Banshan!  Just kiss me already!”  She barely got the order out before he finally, blissfully, pressed his lips to hers.

After being teased for so long, despite however enjoyable it was, Yiran relishes the feeling.  She sighs into the kiss as his hands move position again, grabbing her hips and pushing her back to the wall.  Her arms come up around his neck, one hand holding him in place and the other playing with the ends of his hair.  Despite her earlier worries, Yiran does feel a small thrill run up her spine at someone seeing them.

She likes Banshan, really and truly likes him.  And for all her posturing, sometimes she wishes that more people than Sisi and his friends knew.  While she wouldn’t do anything in the office, at least in the main part, that would be inappropriate, she would like to go out to dinners and not have to sit away from him.  Occasionally, by some conversion of the fates, they were able to sit next to each other.  But, in a way, that was almost worse.  She would be able to feel him next to her, and couldn’t do so much as lean into him.  Not in front of co-workers who didn’t know they were dating.

The press of his glasses against her skin is not something she often feels.  Banshan prefers to wear his contacts whenever possible, despite Yiran badgering him about being in front of the computer for so long.  Even she bit the bullet and bought herself a pair of glasses that had the special technology stuff that was supposed to prevent eyestrain and headaches.  She knows his are the same, which makes it all the more annoying he never wears them.  Still, she pampered him whenever he complained about having a headache, taking his contacts out, and laying his head in her lap.

Yiran tilts her head slightly, mid-kiss, and accidentally catches his lip on her teeth.  The choked groan he lets out has her flushing from head to toe, her veins filled with electricity.  Momentarily forgetting herself, she does it again.  Purposefully this time.  She nips his lower lip and his fingers tighten around her hips, the fabric bunching.  The wrinkles would instantly tell the world what they are up to, even if they get themselves sorted before going downstairs.  All of her senses are focused on him.  The sound of their breaths and lips, the feeling of his body against hers, the smell of his cologne… every part of Yiran is drowning in him.  She doesn’t want a life raft.  The passion he was showing, normally kept to either of their apartments, is addicting.

The loud ring of his phone, echoing around the empty hall, jolts them out of their reverie like cold water to the face.  Banshan, his eyes glazed, has to force himself to let go of her.  He takes a step back, putting some distance between them.  He shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone roughly, glaring at it.  Yiran watches him, taking in the small details of their post-makeout session.  His hair is messy, sticking up in odd places.  His clothes are rumpled, though she’s not sure how that happened.  Banshan’s lips are red from the kissing and the biting.  Yiran touches her lips and knows, in her heart, that they look the same as his.

“… alright, alright, I’ll be right there,” he says into the phone, his free hand coming up to run through his hair.  “Yeah.”  The word is drawn out and filled with caution.  Whatever the person on the other line said makes Banshan’s eyes widen.  He looks at Yiran with mild panic.  “No,” he says forcefully, “we do not need to have that discussion.  God.  Goodbye.”

Yiran raises an eyebrow as she smooths out her clothes.  “Do I want to know or…?”  She holds her laughter back as Banshan walks back over to her, defeated.  He drops his head on her shoulder and she blinks rapidly, fighting the smile that wants to rise on her face.  “There, there,” she says, patting him on the shoulder.

“Stop enjoying this,” he mumbles half-heartedly.

“Okay, baby, sure I will,” Yiran agrees easily, knowing she will continue to enjoy this.  After a few more seconds, she says, “We should probably go downstairs.”  She moves her shoulder, attempting to gently move her boyfriend into an upright position.

Banshan releases a dramatic sigh and stands up properly.  Yiran’s hands come up automatically to fix his hair; his earlier attempt didn’t really do all that much if she was being honest.  As she does that, his thumb swipes under her bottom lip and she’s suddenly reminded she had put on a pink lipstick that morning.  After she sorts out his hair, she does the same motion to him, trying to wipe away the pink smudges.

“You go ahead,” she says when she finishes.  “I have to go to the bathroom and reapply the lipstick you took off.”

Banshan gives her a cocky smile.  “That just means I fulfilled my job as boyfriend properly.”

She rolls her eyes and pushes off of the wall, heading down the other corridor to the bathrooms.  “Goodbye, Banshan,” she calls over her shoulder, putting as much exasperation as she can into her tone.  “Have fun downstairs!”

She hears his answering groan of resignation and smiles.  He fulfilled his job as boyfriend, and now he’s got to fulfill his job as one of the founding members of Zhi Yi.  All Yiran has to do after she’s fixed herself up is look at her emails.  And maybe plan a way to reward Banshan later tonight for being a good boyfriend…