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alpxcamin · 6 years

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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.

“You know mornings aren’t my thing,” you groan, taking your notebook and pencil case out of your backpack.

“Cheer up, I got you a cup of coffee on the way here,” Yanjun smiles before setting a cup of your favorite coffee in front of you.

“Thanks, you always know how to cheer me up,” you wipe away a fake tear, picking up the cup for a sip.

“No problem, babe,” Yanjun chuckles.

“Alright, shut up kids. Class is going to start now,” your professor walks in, announcing to the class.

You giggle slightly at Yanjun when he rolls his eyes before turning to the professor. You scrawl down notes as your professor drones on and on. You feel a pair of eyes watching you and you momentarily pause your writing to look over at Yanjun. He quickly turns away, pretending to write when you look over.

“Hey, your notebook is blank. You got questions? Is that why you were staring at me?” you whisper.

“Uh...yeah?” Yanjun whispers back, sounding a little uncertain.

“Don’t worry, I’ll lend you my notes after class...again,” you let out a small giggle.

“Thanks, babe,” Yanjun ruffles your hair.

—-

Finally, after a whole day of lectures, you quickly buy some food before rushing off to the studio as usual. Yanjun and both of your guys’ friends are usually at the studio practicing after school.

You unwrap a cookie and silently munch on it as you make your way to their usual practice room. Before you can even open the door, the door is shoved right open for you. You jump back a little as Zhangjing practically attacks you.

“Y/n!!! Hey, you have cookies!” Zhangjing loudly greets you.

“Yeah. Here, take this bag,” you hand Zhangjing the bag of cookies, chuckling at his behavior.

“Thanks! You’re the best!” Zhangjing squeals and runs off.

You roll your eyes before entering the room where Hongling and Dinghao greet you with a hug. Chaoze waves over at you while trying to take the bag of cookies away from Zhangjing. You giggle at the sight, but your eyes scan the room for your best friend.

“Oh, where’s Yanjun?” you ask when you don’t see him.

“He went to the bathroom. He’ll be right back, but should we start our dance first?” Chaoze asks as you set your things down.

“Oh, of course!” you nod, tying your hair up.

You and Chaoze share the same dance class and luckily the two of you are close friends since there are many partner dance projects and such. The two of you always pair up. Both of you are also the best dancers of the class so the teacher usually doesn’t mind the fact that the two of you pair up so often.

As the two of you are in the middle of your dance, you see the door open and Yanjun walks in. You yell out a quick “hello” to Yanjun as Chaoze dips you.

Yanjun gives a quick nod and goes on to try to steal a cookie from Zhangjing. As you and Chaoze progress in the dance, you feel Yanjun’s gaze getting more and more intense. He usually watches you dance so it was nothing new, but this time, you feel as if he is drilling holes into you.

Both you and Chaoze had come up with a quick routine while in class for the new project. Your teacher had chosen songs for each group and you had ended up with a very sensual song. Luckily, you and Chaoze are close enough to avoid the awkwardness. In fact, the two of you had a laughing fit when you had drawn the song.

Finally, the song finishes and Chaoze pulls you in close, his hand supporting your waist while you stare up at him, arms wrapped around him as well. You feel his breath on your face and you can’t help but grin a little. The two of you stay in the position for a while, panting slightly from the intensive routine before breaking out into giggles.

“I think that’s good. That’s the feeling,” Chaoze nods as he pulls away.

“I agree. We just need to clean up a few moves,” you hold your hand up for a high-five.

Before Chaoze can return your high-five, you feel arms wrap around you, picking you up. You let out a small squeal before slapping Yanjun after he set you back down. He lets out a laugh and ruffles your hair.

“Hey, that was amazing...as usual,” Yanjun pats you lightly on the head.

“Give me some credit! I came up with it too,” Chaoze pouts.

“Haha, I guess I’m just cooler than you,” you laugh, nudging Chaoze lightly.

“Wow, I’m never pairing up with you again,” Chaoze feigns offense.

“Sure, I’ll just go find Zhengting or Zeren. They’re much better dancers,” you jokingly stick your tongue out.

“Oof, roasted. Need some ice for that burn, Chaoze?” Yanjun cackles from behind.

“Ahh! You guys are so mean!” Chaoze screeches, running off.

“Sorry, buddy!” you giggle, shouting after him.

You watch as Chaoze pouts in the corner. You laugh at the sight before deciding to take a short break. You turn around to face Yanjun who is still laughing at Chaoze.

“Need anything?” you ask.

“Your notes, please,” Yanjun whines a little.

“Ah, right. What’re you gonna pay me with this time?” you playfully roll your eyes.

“Aren’t I enough for the payment?” Yanjun follows you as you make your way to your backpack.

“Only because you’re my best friend. If you said that to anyone else, you’ll get slapped for sure,” you snort, handing Yanjun your notebook.

“Um, a lot of people would fall for that,” Yanjun mumbles, flipping through your neat notebook, “not you though, apparently.”

“You’re so greasy! Get yourself together,” you laugh, slapping Yanjun lightly.

“Whatever, thanks for the notes,” Yanjun chuckles.

—-

“That was good practice today. See you in class tomorrow,” Chaoze waves as he heads out the door with the others.

“See ya!” you wave back, picking up your backpack.

You shuffle towards the door and wait for Yanjun who is still packing his things. The two of you always walk home together since you guys live in the same apartment complex, just different floors. Yanjun lives just two floors above you and you always wait for him to go to class together.

“Come on, I don’t have all night,” you pout.

“Coming, coming!” Yanjun laughs, zipping up his backpack.

You roll your eyes and open the door, slipping out of the room. Yanjun follows suit and the two of you make your way out of the studio. On the way back, you and Yanjun chat about your day and laugh at your friends.

“You know, I saw Ruotian raising his hand in class today and when the professor picked on him, he suddenly forgot his answer and just stood there in silence. It got so awkward, I couldn’t help but to laugh,” Yanjun chuckles at the memory.

“That’s such a Ruotian thing to do,” you giggle.

“I know right. He truly is in charge of being awkward,” Yanjun rolls his eyes playfully.

“Oh, today, Maotong was trying to eat in class, but he bit his tongue and let out the most high-pitched scream ever. Zhangjing would’ve been jealous,” you laugh, suddenly remembering just how loud he had really screamed.

“Wow, that must’ve been so embarrassing. Got caught red-handed,” Yanjun snorts.

“Ugh, why do we know them? Why are we friends with them?” you chuckle, pressing the up button on the elevator.

“Who knows,” Yanjun shrugs, “maybe it’s fate?”

“Well, fate sucks then,” you shake your head slightly, stepping into the elevator.

Yanjun shuffles behind you and you press the 2 button. Yanjun leans over and presses the 4 button. His breath tickles your neck and you flinch a little. You feel yourself blushing a little from the sudden closeness, feeling a little flustered.

“I could’ve pressed it for you,” you complain.

Yanjun simply chuckles and shrugs. The two of you stand silently as the elevator goes up. Finally, the door opens and you step out the elevator. You wave to Yanjun, mumbling a ‘goodbye’ before heading to your room.

You pat your pockets but didn’t find your keys. You then slip off your backpack to look for your keys, but you can’t seem to find them. You groan when you suddenly remember that you had given them to your best friend. She promised to come back earlier from the party she is at to give you your keys back, but she seems to have forgotten.

You try calling her, but she must have put her phone on silent. You feel tears prick your eyes and you sniffle a little, resting your head on the locked door. You quickly dial Yanjun’s number, trying hard not to cry. You know you are overreacting, but this is the first time something like this has ever happened to you and you began to panic a little.

“Hey, y/n?” Yanjun immediately picks up.

“Yanjun...c-can I stay over at your place tonight?” you sniff.

“Of course, you’re always welcome. What happened though?” Yanjun asks.

“I gave my keys to my friend. She promised to be back earlier, but I think she forgot. She’s not picking up either,” your voice begins to shake as you scurry back into the elevator, pressing the 4 button repeatedly.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, baby. I’m sure she’ll come tomorrow,” Yanjun comforts you over the phone.

“Sorry, I know I’m overreacting, but this has never happened before,” you sigh, wiping away a few tears.

“It’s okay. See you in a few minutes, okay?” Yanjun replies, his tone softening.

“Mhm, bye,” you mumble, hanging up.

As the door opens, you sniff and wipe away your remaining tears before making your way towards Yanjun’s room. You knock on his door, thankful that the two of you live so close. Yanjun immediately opens the door and invites you in with open arms. You give him a quick hug, thanking him again.

“Why don’t you go take a shower first? I have clean clothes in there, you can just wear them, okay?” Yanjun takes your jacket and ushers you into the bathroom.

You barely let out a ‘thank you’ before Yanjun shoves you into the room and close the door behind him. You chuckle a little before locking the door and taking off your clothes. You see a pair of his cozy sweatpants and a white t-shirt neatly folded and placed on a small stool Yanjun keeps in his bathroom.

You quickly strip your clothes off and turn on the water. You get into the shower and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of your water. Then, you remember that it was Yanjun who would be paying the water bills and you decide to hurry up a little.

You glance over at the shampoo bottle and quickly pump a few pumps into your hand before massaging it into your hair. You chuckle at the thought of smelling like Yanjun. His shampoo smells really different from yours. His smells a little minty while yours smell more fruity.

Humming quietly, you quickly finish up your shower and grab the extra towel Yanjun never uses. He always kept an extra just in case someone comes over. You pat yourself dry before stepping out. Luckily, you always keep a clean pair of underwear in your backpack so you slip it on before putting on Yanjun’s clothes.

You giggle at the sight of your own reflection. His shirt hangs loosely on you, close to slipping off. You had also tightened the strings on his pants so they wouldn’t fall off. You plug in his hairdryer and relax a little as you dry your hair.

Once your hair has gone from drenched to damp, you pick up your backpack and step out the bathroom. You step into the living room and leave your backpack by the table where Yanjun has left his. You look around for Yanjun and find him in the kitchen.

“Yanjun,” you call out softly.

“Oh, y/n, you’re done already? That was quick,” Yanjun turns around, scanning you up and down.

“You just take too long,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“Ugh, whatever. Here, I made hot chocolate,” Yanjun shrugs, handing you a mug.

You let out a small ‘thanks’ before taking a sip. You smile, swirling the warm, creamy drink in your mouth. You giggle when you see Yanjun’s specs have fogged up. He laughs a little before chugging some more of his own drink.

“I’m going to go shower now. We can study together after,” Yanjun places his cup in the sink, rinsing it.

“You’d better hurry then. I’m tired,” you pat Yanjun’s back as he makes his way out the kitchen.

“No promises!” you hear Yanjun yell as he disappears into the bathroom.

You chuckle and make your way to the table where you had left your backpack. You place the mug down and pull out your books, looking through the chapters. You hear the water running and take a few more sips of your warm drink.

Luckily, Yanjun is a little faster than usual. He comes out, ruffling his wet hair with a towel. He plops down on the couch next to you, tossing the towel to the side. The scent of his minty shampoo drifts to your nose.

“Hey, you came out a lot quicker today,” you tease.

“Yeah, because you asked me to,” Yanjun winks at you, pulling his own books out.

“Gross…” you snicker, “Let’s start.”

Yanjun nods in agreement and the two of you begin doing your own studying. You thankfully completed quite a few things without being interrupted. You’re really in the zone and suddenly feel your arm being poked. You jolt out of your thoughts and look over at Yanjun.

“Hey, how are you done so quickly? I’m still stuck on this one,” Yanjun grumbles, looking over at your paper.

“Which one? I can help,” you giggle, leaning over to look at his paper.

“Uh...that one, yeah,” Yanjun mumbles.

“Ah, that one took me a while too,” you nod as Yanjun pushes his glasses higher up on his face.

You scoot a little closer to Yanjun, your legs touching. You take your pencil and begin writing a few notes down on his paper. After you finish, you look up at Yanjun who has a strange expression on his face. You can’t tell what kind of expression it is.

“What?” you ask curiously.

“Nothing, I just never noticed that your hands are so small and cute,” Yanjun shrugs.

“What? Focus, Yanjun! I’m trying to explain the problem here,” you whine, blushing a little.

“Okay, okay. So how do you do it?” Yanjun laughs at your expression.

You grumble a little before turning back to explain the problem. Yanjun listens closely as you point to the note you have written down, nodding every here and there. After you finish, you look back up at Yanjun, an expectant expression on your face.

“Ah, I see. I got it now. Thanks, babe,” Yanjun grins, patting your head lightly.

You watch happily as Yanjun sets to work, scribbling down his own notes and answer. You quickly finish up your remaining work before dumping your books back into your backpack. You watch as Yanjun finishes his own work.

“Hey, you can take the bed,” Yanjun says as he slides his books into his own backpack.

“No, it’s okay. I can just sleep on the couch. It’s only one night anyway,” you shake your head.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch,” Yanjun looks over at you, a stern expression on his face.

“Really, it’s okay,” you pout.

“Nope, you’re sleeping with me,” Yanjun smirks, picking you up.

You yelp as he slides his arm under your knees and back. You cling to him, in fear of falling off and Yanjun lets out a laugh. You slap his chest a few times, whining a little. Yanjun kicks open his bedroom door and drops you onto his bed.

You fall into his blankets and you roll around a bit before sitting back up. Yanjun slides into the space next to you, pulling the blankets so that it covered the both of you. He scoots a little closer to you and pulls out his phone.

“Scoot over, I’m almost falling off,” Yanjun tells you as he scrolls through his phone.

You let out a small huff before scooting over and pulling out your own phone. You scroll through Instagram for a bit before receiving a message from Chaoze. You quickly reply and start a conversation with him, discussing about how to refine your dance routine.

You chuckle as Chaoze tells you about a silly move he had randomly thought of. Then, he proceeds to send you a video of him doing it with Zhangjing who was dancing with no passion at all and a dead expression on his face. You squeal at the sight, doubling over from laughing so hard. You wipe a few tears away as the video comes to an end.

“What’re you looking at that’s got you so worked up?” Yanjun peeks over at your phone.

“Oh, Chaoze just texted me,” you let out between chuckles, “He said he wanted to add this move and sent me a video of him doing it with Zhangjing, but Zhangjing looks like he wants to die.”

“Really now? Let me see,” Yanjun plucks the phone out of your hand and clicks on the video.

You let out another burst of laughter as the video begins and Yanjun joins you. He throws his head back, cackling. You slap your leg a few times and the two of you begin to calm down a little as the video ends.

“Wow, that’s really stupid,” Yanjun snorts.

“I know, right? But it’s also so creative,” you giggle, “That’s what I really like about Chaoze.”

“Oh?” Yanjun sits up a little more, his expression becomes a little more serious.

“Yeah, I love dancing with him since he always comes up with such detailed and fun dances,” you nod, looking over.

“Hmm...that’s nice. Uh, I’m gonna sleep now,” Yanjun nods, sliding down into the blankets, turning away from you.

“O-oh...okay. Goodnight, Yanjun,” you whisper as Yanjun turns off the lights.

You sigh at Yanjun’s sudden change in demeanor and tuck yourself in, turning away from Yanjun as well. You cuddle into the blanket, curling up a little out of habit. Soon, you fall into peaceful sleep, forgetting about the way Yanjun had just acted.

—-

You wake up to the sound of alarms and you groan when you feel a heavy weight on you. Groaning a little, you try to shift into a more comfortable position, but it seems that you have been trapped. The arm on you pulls you closer and your eyes snap open. You gasp a little when you notice just how close you are to kissing Yanjun. Biting your lips a little, you try to pull away, but Yanjun’s grip on you just tightens. You sigh, patting his arm lightly.

“Yanjun, wake up. We have to get to class,” you whisper.

You feel him sigh, the warm air hitting your neck. Yanjun opens his eyes and bops his head lightly into yours. He gives you a small smirk before sitting up. You also sit up, brushing your hair with your hands.

“Good morning, babe,” Yanjun nods, stretching.

“Good morning,” you yawn.

“Sleep well?” Yanjun asks, running his hand through his hair.

“Your arm was heavy,” you pout, blushing a little after remembering how close the two of your faces were.

“Really? My arms are just solid muscle though, so that might explain why,” Yanjun laughs, flexing.

“Ugh, it’s too early for this. I’m going to go get ready before you hog the bathroom again,” you roll your eyes, crawling over Yanjun and off the bed.

“I don’t take that long in the morning,” Yanjun calls after you.

“Yes, you do!” you yell back, locking yourself in the bathroom.

You brush your teeth and quickly toss off Yanjun’s clothes before stepping into the shower. You quickly wash but keep your hair dry. You dry yourself with the towel you used yesterday and pulled on your clean underwear. As you reached for your clothes, you realize that you don’t have any clean clothes. Your clothes from yesterday had been drenched with sweat from dancing.

You wrap yourself in the towel and open the door cautiously, looking around for Yanjun. You shyly call out his name and he appears by the door in a second. He seems a little surprised that you’re only in a towel and you look down, feeling the heat rush to your face.

“Uh, I don’t have any clean clothes on me,” you mumble.

Yanjun doesn’t reply right away and you look up, confused. You notice that he seems a little shy and you softly call out his name again, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“O-oh. Right. Uh, I’ll get you some clothes. Just wait right here,” Yanjun looks around, a little flustered, before heading back into his bedroom.

He comes back after a while, handing you a pile of clothes. You take them thankfully, a blush clear on your face. You look down, nodding your head in thanks.

“Um, I found a pair of leggings you left here from last time. I don’t know why they’re here...and you can just wear that shirt. If you’re cold, I have a jacket,” Yanjun points to the pile of clothing.

“Okay, thanks,” you nod before slamming the door in Yanjun’s face.

---

After the slightly awkward incident, Yanjun seems to have recovered. He walks with you to your class as usual. The two of you are greeted by Chaoze, who has a suspicious look on his face. He sniffs the air a little bit before pointing at you.

“You smell like Yanjun,” Chaoze sniffs the air once again.

“Uh…” you aren’t quite sure where to begin.

“You’re also wearing his clothes! Ooh, what happened last night?” Chaoze wiggles his brows.

You contort your face, showing displeasure, but Yanjun just laughs and drapes an arm around you. Chaoze just stares at the two of you suspiciously when Yanjun informs him that nothing has happened.

“Okay, bye Yanjun! Don’t you have class?” you practically shriek as you shove Yanjun out the room.

“Wow, where’s my goodbye kiss, babe?” Yanjun teases.

“No! Bye!” you shut the classroom door.

“Don’t be so rude to your boyfriend,” Chaoze laughs, hitting your arm lightly a couple of times.

“Shut up, Chaoze! He’s not my boyfriend,” you pout, hitting him back.

“But you wish though,” Chaoze snorts.

You simply roll your eyes but don’t deny it. You’ve grown to like your best friend over the years, but you didn’t want to ruin what you have. You sigh, beginning to practice with Chaoze who continues to tease you throughout class.

Shaking your head, you immerse yourself in the music. You and Chaoze dance away, making adjustments here and there. Soon, class ends and Chaoze leaves first, saying that he has to find Zhangjing for something. You nod and head out the door. You spot Yanjun standing nearby and wave to him. He happily waves back and makes his way to your side.

“Hey, how was class?” he asks.

“It was alright. Chaoze and I still have some things to work out, but I think we’re basically done with the choreography,” you nod.

“Oh, sweet. You look really cute in my clothes, by the way,” Yanjun says, out of the blue.

“What? Thanks...I guess?” you look at him, feeling your face heat up.

“Maybe I should lend you my clothes more often,” Yanjun looks at you, chuckling at your expression.

“Ugh, why are you like this?” you groan, turning away.

“But you still love me,” Yanjun tosses his head back in laughter.

“Unfortunately I do,” you mumble.

Yanjun stops laughing immediately and you gasp. You were hoping that he hadn’t heard it, but he probably did. You gulp, feeling the blood rush up to your face. You continue to look down as you walk, avoiding eye contact.

You hadn’t noticed that Yanjun had stopped walking until you feel his hand grab your wrist and spin you back around. He pulls you close and you gasp at the distance. It was just like this morning. You were surely close enough to kiss him.

“Do you really?” Yanjun asks quietly, pulling you to a quieter corner.

“Um...yeah?” you squeak, looking down, embarrassed.

You hear Yanjun chuckle and you bite your lips. You feel yourself tear up and you sniff a little. Suddenly, Yanjun pulls you into a warm hug and you gasp, breathing in his minty scent.

“Silly, I’ve been trying to flirt with you for the longest time. I was trying so hard to get you to like me back and I thought you liked Chaoze or something,” Yanjun chuckles, patting your head lightly.

“Really? You’re just so naturally flirty...I didn’t know,” you pout, hugging Yanjun back.

“Ugh, you’re so dense. I literally don’t flirt with anyone else. Chaoze and the others already know,” Yanjun sighs.

“I’m not dense! Just ask me to be your girlfriend already,” you whine.

“Okay, okay~ Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?” Yanjun asks, pulling away from the hug.

“Yes,” you groan, pulling Yanjun back into a hug.

“Love you, babe,” Yanjun laughs.

“You flirt,” you mumble into his chest, closing your eyes.

“But I’m your flirt,” Yanjun snorts.

You immediately pull away from the hug and smack his chest. You groan, shoving him away as he laughs at you.

“Yanjun!” you shriek.

“Alright, sorry, sorry!” Yanjun snickers, grabbing your hands.

“Ugh, it’s break, let’s go,” you pout, intertwining your fingers with Yanjun’s.

You hear Yanjun mumble an okay as the two of you strolled down the hall hand-in-hand. You look down, feeling the blush on your face and you smile a little. Little did you know, Yanjun also has a small smile and flushed cheeks.

~Admin Liz ♡

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