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saturnznct · 1 year

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d-6; baby’s first christmas | qkn

➸ note; not incredibly christmassy today but since li-wei was born on christmas eve i thought she’d be perfect for baby’s first christmas!!

➸ word count; 942 words

➸ li-wei; aged 1 day

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Snow falls at great speed outside of Kun’s childhood bedroom window. It feels strange, laying in his slightly unfamiliar bed, your brand new baby girl laying on your chest, still unnamed, having only been born less than twenty-four hours ago. It’s late, nearly midnight, on Christmas Eve. You’d been staying at Kun’s family home in China for around a month now, preparing for the birth, and now that your daughter was finally here, Kun’s mother had spent the day filling you up with hot drinks and food, and plenty of rest in between.

Now, Kun is quietly darting around the room, getting himself ready for bed.

‘Want me to put her down for you?’ He offers, holding his arms out, ready to take her from you.

‘Please,’ you murmur, the idea of sleeping suddenly very appealing.

The baby girl whimpers a little as she’s taken from you, but her cries cease as Kun rocks her gently, placing her into the bedside crib.

Kun flicks the lamp off, climbing into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his warm embrace.

‘You cold?’ He mumbles, knowing his mother would scold him if she knew you were in any type of discomfort.

‘No. Really warm,’ you respond, already half-asleep.

‘Good. Happy Christmas Eve, darling,’ he kisses your forehead.

You don’t respond, already in dreamland.

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The baby wakes you up quite a few times during the night. Kun helps out brilliantly, bringing the baby to you to feed, singing quiet Christmas songs to her when she cries, keeping both of you warm.

It’s around five in the morning when you both come to the realisation that you’re not going back to sleep, so you bring the baby downstairs into the living room, where the gold Christmas tree lights glow softly.

‘Hot chocolate,’ Kun smiles, holding out the warm mug.

’Thank you,’ you take it with both hands, shivering at the way it spreads warmth throughout your entire body.

‘Good morning,’ his mother appears in the doorway, ‘and good morning little one!’

‘Little one is in a milk coma,’ Kun responds, showing off the baby in his arms.

‘Little one needs a name,’ you grumble, ‘didn’t expect her to come so early. Should’ve given me more time to think.’

Kun laughs at you, ‘how about that be our Christmas present to her? Give her a name before the end of the day?’

‘Good idea,’ you smile, continuing to enjoy long sips from your hot chocolate.

Kun settles on the sofa next to you, baby still in his arms, but being mindful of your still aching body.

‘Merry Christmas,’ he takes your hand with his free one, squeezing it gently.

‘Merry Christmas, Kun.’

‘Merry Christmas you two,’ Kun’s father appears in the doorway, ‘ready for presents?’

Your gift giving is a quiet, but lovely event. You’re all not overly reactive in order to keep the baby calm, thankfully she is for the most part, even in the arms of her grandmother.

’This is for you, from me,’ Kun hands you a box-shaped present, ‘I saw it and I knew you’d love it.’

‘You better not have spent too much,’ you shoot him a disapproving look.

‘You’re my wife,’ he shakes his head, ‘let me spend money on you.’

You unwrap the paper to reveal a pretty jewellery box. You lift the lid, to reveal a beautiful necklace, a rose with a stem. It looks almost like it was made of glass, unworthy of you to even wear.

‘It made me think of you. Of us, remember on our first date I bought you roses because I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked and I thought they were the most clearly romantic option.’

‘And I reacted so well you bought them for me every week for months until you found out they weren’t actually my favourites. Of course I remember,’ your eyes gloss over at the memory. He smiles sheepishly.

‘It’s beautiful,’ you trace the shape of the flower with your thumb, ‘I love it. Thank you.’

You try to lean over for a hug, but he immediately moves to meet you.

‘I love you,’ you murmur.

‘I love you too,’ he kisses your cheek, careful to be subtle with the PDA in front of his parents.

Dinner is of course amazing, as it is made by Kun’s mother, your own meal carefully curated to include all of the ‘warming’ foods for post-birth.

The rest of the day is very relaxed, the four of you sitting in their living room for most of the day, you periodically nursing the baby and being fed and watered by Kun’s parents.

‘Red date tea,’ his mother hands you the hot tea cup, which you happily accept with both hands.

‘Thank you,’ you take a long sip, shivering at the way the warmth settles in your stomach.

’The necklace Kun gave you had me thinking,’ she sits down beside you just as Kun enters the room, holding your daughter in his arms.

‘What is it?’ you ask, eyes never leaving the baby.

‘How about Li-wei? For the baby’s name?’

‘Li-wei?’ Kun questions, looking down at the baby for a moment to try and visualise calling her by that name.

‘You can write it with the characters for beautiful and rose,’ his mother explains, ‘it would be so meaningful for you both.’

You and Kun share a look, almost trying to gage the other’s approval.

‘I really like it,’ he nods, ‘she looks like a Li-wei.’

‘I love it too,’ you smile, ‘Qian Li-wei.’

‘Merry Christmas, Li-wei,’ Kun rocks her, ‘I hope you like your present.’

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xiaojunsmintchoco · 1 year

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Gave you my heart — Qian Kun

pairing: qian kun x female reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, fake relationship au

synopsis: a christmas family gathering, several nosy relatives, and a fake boyfriend – who knew these would lead to your wish that even santa could not fulfill.

wc: about 4.3k

a/n: hey there @meiideryz! it’s me, amelia, your secret santa 🤶🏻 I hope that this fic adds to your Christmas cheer! Merry Christmas, stay safe and have a wonderful holiday <3

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"How much does it cost to rent a fake boyfriend?"

"I'm sorry what?" Thinking you were joking, Kun looks up from his coffee, an amused expression gracing his features, only to find a deadpan expression on your face. "Why so sudden?" he asks.

You groan, fingers furiously flying across the tiny screen of your phone. "You know how my family does those big Christmas gatherings every single year without fail?"

Kun nods, already putting two and two together. "Let me guess – you want to avoid the incessant questioning about why you're still single," he answers.

"Bingo". You answer with a snap of your fingers, continuing to type away on the screen. "'Is it that no one wants you?' 'Must find boyfriend fast, women got expiry date leh'," you mock your family members in a high-pitched voice, specifically the aunties, making Kun laugh out loud. "Yeah, no thanks. That's why I need a fake boyfriend – and fast. The gathering's in a week, and we’re going to some Christmas carnival".

"You could have just asked me, you know?" Kun doesn't know why, but the words just leave him and he has to summon all his willpower to stop his hands from flying up to cover his mouth. Sure, he'd been nursing a secret crush on you – but he hadn't quite dared to make any move on you, for fear of spoiling the friendship you two already had, and this was the closest he had come to doing so, albeit unintentionally.

You pause your frantic googling for fake boyfriend services and stare at your friend, unsure if you'd heard him right. "Wait, say that again?"

"I mean, I can do it for you. Follow you to the Christmas carnival, talk to your relatives, play carnival games with you guys, and that's it. Seems fine to me," Kun says with a nonchalant shrug, acting like whatever he just said earlier wasn't a slip of the tongue.

The gears in your head begin turning as you contemplate his offer. You knew that he'd be a choice selection of a fake boyfriend – he was the textbook definition of a gentleman. All the years you'd been friends, he was always the one holding doors open for you, listening to your rambles, and just simply taking the best care he could of you. In addition, he had many talents. All of this, coupled with his otherworldly good looks, make him perfect boyfriend material-

-okay, calm down now y/n, you're just friends, you gently chide yourself. But yes, he would definitely be able to impress your family, even the most critical aunties, which would hopefully get them to leave you alone for future family gatherings. Which was the whole point of you getting a fake boyfriend. In addition, Kun would benefit too since he'd get to earn some money – so win-win, right?

But there was one problem – a wish that he was more than just your friend had begun to grow, just like the blanket of snow that had been thickening since the beginning of winter. You worried that if you really were to take his offer, your feelings would only grow, and come in between the precious friendship you two had built up over the course of several years.

Then again, considering how badly you really needed a fake boyfriend, taking his offer probably would be the best option at the present point. "Alright then, if you say so," you finally decide. "How much should I pay you?"

"Ah- there's no need for that," Kun quickly replies, waving his hands in protest. "You're my friend, I should help you out".

For some reason, these words send a rush of butterflies to your stomach. Trying to conceal the dash of pink that you were sure coloured your cheeks, you bring your head down to sip at your coffee. Fortunately it works, and you properly address him again after, sending him a playful glare. "Fine. But I'll treat you to a sumptuous meal in return, you better not say no".

Kun sighs, knowing that he wouldn't be able to talk you out of that one. "Well, if you insist. Just send me the details of the gathering and we'll be good to go," he answers, whipping out his phone.

"Thank you so much, Kun," you respond, flashing him a smile of appreciation.

"Anytime". He simply replies with one word and a gentle smile.

You forward him the messages from your family group chat, all while reminding yourself that he was a fake boyfriend, not a real one, and that the line between best friend and boyfriend would still exist. At the same time, you do your best to ignore the tinge of pain in your heart that accompanied the warm feeling of gratitude.

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"You two were dating? For how long?" Your brother, Hendery, queries, agape mouth giving away his astonishment.

It's Christmas Eve, and you and Kun are now in your dad's car with mum, dad and older brother, on the way to your family's Christmas gathering.

"Yeah, for about a month," Kun helps you answer when he catches sight of the panicked look that flashes across your face.

"You can pick your jaw up off the floor now," you add, taking the chance to tease your brother.

"I knew that you were close to each other, but I didn't know that you both were dating," your father hums, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. “Luckily I bought an extra ticket, just in case y/n shows up with some ‘surprise’, if you know what I mean. And she did,” he finishes, shooting you an amused look from the rear view mirror.

“Dad,” you groan, albeit goodnaturedly.

"It’s a pleasant surprise, though. Not only does Kun take excellent care of y/n, he's also a great influence on her," your mum chimes.

"Mm, I agree," your dad muses.

"Thank you auntie and uncle, you're too kind," Kun chuckles, humbly downplaying your parents' compliments.

So if we really were to date, we'd have the approval of my parents… you entertain the thought for a moment, before slapping yourself mentally. You knew that Kun was only helping you, and that a relationship between you both was not likely to be on the cards at all.

Before you know it, your family has arrived at the carnival’s carpark. “Act, now,” you mouth to Kun, hoping that none of your family picks up on the subtle cue you gave him. Kun understands, and helps you out of the car before slipping his hand into yours, and the both of you follow after your parents, over to the fairgrounds where the rest of your family is.

“Y/n! Long time no see!” One of your aunts, Auntie Diana, comes straight up to you and engulfs you in a hug too tight for your liking, which you reluctantly return. She then looks up and sees your friend next to you. “Is this your boyfriend?”

“Yes, he is. Meet Kun,” you respond, gently pushing your friend slightly in front of you so he could introduce himself to your aunt.

“Oh my gosh. Selene! Wendy! Y/n’s finally found someone, after all this time!” Auntie Diana exclaims, and two of your other aunts come rushing over.

“Hi aunties, I’m Kun. It’s nice to meet you all,” Kun introduces himself politely with a small bow.

“Wah, y/n, congratulations! Thought no one would want you, but you proved us wrong,” Auntie Wendy teases.

Your aunts then proceed to bombard him with questions, such as why he decided to date you, what your relationship goals were, and several other questions. How naturally he answered them should have been a sign of his obvious interest to you, but it wasn’t. You just played it off as him being an excellent actor.

“What do you like best about her?” Auntie Selene asks. All of your aunts regard him with the same expectant gaze.

“Well, for starters, she’s a kind and genuine person to everyone. I really admire her resilience too — for all the time I’ve known her, she’s shown herself to be tough, even through hard circumstances,” Kun answers with barely a second thought. “Her sense of humour also never fails to make me look forward to going out with her as well. I mean, there’s more that I like about her, but if I were to list them all we’d be stuck here forever,” he adds with a nervous laugh.

“Wow, you really do like her, don’t you,” Auntie Diana says. “Y/n, you’ve found a good guy, must treat him well,” she advises as you acknowledge her with a grunt and a polite smile.

“Wow y/n, you’ve got this guy all whipped for you,” Hendery, who was on the sidelines listening to the exchange, grins and reaches over to ruffle your hair teasingly yet affectionately.

“Yeah, yeah”. You casually play off your brother’s teasing as you usually do, ignoring that twinge of pain making its presence known in your heart again.

Meanwhile, Kun observes the scene, your aunt’s words ringing in his heart. Oh, y/n, if only you knew.

“Y/n-jie!” A happy shriek disrupts his train of thought. Looking down, he’s met with a tiny girl with a red backpack running to you as fast as her legs could carry her.

“Kyla!” you exclaim, bending down to receive a hug from your young cousin, who you loved with all your heart. She was one of the few reasons you decided to attend today’s family gathering, the other being that you wanted to catch up with your other cousins later.

It’s at this moment Kyla notices the boy beside you. “I’m Kyla,” she introduces herself bashfully. “Auntie Selene told me you’re y/n’s boyfriend?”

Kun’s heart melts at the sight of her, finding her adorable. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend,” he answers, kneeling down to be at her eye level. “You can call me Kun-ge,” he tells her, offering her a fist bump which she happily returns.

“Alright, everyone, we can talk more later,” your uncle decides, clapping his hands to get the whole family’s attention. “Let’s get going, it’s time to enjoy this carnival!”

You follow after your family, one hand holding Kyla's and the other holding Kun's, relieved that your fake boyfriend ploy was successful so far.

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A couple of hours had passed, mainly consisting of you trying to avoid more awkward conversations with your aunts, sampling delicious carnival food with Kun (who was more than willing to treat you), going on rides with your other cousins and enjoying a long chat with them. Of course, they were curious to know more about your new supposed boyfriend, and talked with him as well. Now, you and Kun were at the dart stall, trying to win Kyla a stuffed bunny.

Eyes locked on the red balloon, Kun aims his dart at his target before throwing his dart at it with the precision of a sharpshooter. As expected, it bursts on contact with the dart. “Yay! Thank you so much, Kun-ge!” Kyla squeals as Kun hands her the stuffed bunny, before throwing her arms around his neck. “You’re the best!”

“You’re welcome,” he replies softly, the same fond smile appearing once again.

“Kun-ge, may I ask you a question?” Kyla asks, innocently batting her eyelashes as she looks up at your “boyfriend”.

“Sure, go ahead,” he replies. After all, she was just a kid, her questions would just be innocent, harmless fun, right?

“Since you and y/n jie are boyfriend and girlfriend now, that means…” she trails off, looking ahead into the distance as she considers her words. "You'll both get married, and then you'll really be my Kun-ge forever, right?" She finishes, eyes bright with all of her 5-year old excitement, glancing up at him expectantly.

"Well-" he can't lie, the question has caught him off guard, and he tries to conjure up a response quickly. "Maybe? Right now, it's too early for us to know for sure. We’ll see in the future, alright?”

“I hope that you and y/n can get married, and then we’ll be a family!” Kyla exclaims, clinging on to Kun’s leg. “I like you a lot, and I like y/n jie and Hendery-ge a lot too!”

Kun doesn’t speak, but bends down to pat her head gently. He puts together the scene that Kyla described — and his heart warms at the thought of all of you being a family. A complete, wonderful family. As he’s relishing this fantasy, a “ho ho ho!” steals Kyla’s attention. It’s a man dressed in a santa outfit surrounded by elves, giving out candy to children. “Y/n-jie jie! Santa’s giving out candy, let’s go!” Kyla yells, turns around. “Kun-ge! Hendery-ge! Let’s go!” she beckons to them with a wave of her tiny hand.

Just as Kun is about to agree, Hendery stops him and stoops down in front of your cousin. “Kyla, I need to speak to Kun-ge alone for a little while. Why don’t you go ahead with y/n-jie first?” he says, kind brown eyes meeting her gaze.

“Why? What do you need to talk about?” she asks, her five-year old self obviously not understanding. But to be honest, you didn’t either. Sure, Hendery had met Kun prior to this, but their interactions never extended beyond polite small talk. And suddenly they had things to discuss by themselves?

“Oh erm, it’s, you know, bro talk,” he laughs nervously, garbling out what he thought would be an understandable reason to your cousin. “It’s something only guys understand. Tell you what, you take y/n-jie with you, and then Kun-ge and I will find you guys later, okay?”

Though Kyla doesn’t fully understand, she simply nods earnestly, before tugging on your arm again. “y/n-jie, let’s go! See you later, geges!” she giggles, skipping ahead. Though you're curious to know what the two boys had to discuss, you decide not to pry and follow your cousin.

Much to Hendery’s relief, the adults are still engrossed in their own conversations, leaving him and Kun some privacy to talk. “You said you wanted to talk? What about?” Kun poses the question to Hendery, furrowing his brows in confusion.

Hendery says nothing, instead watching both you and Kyla run further into the fairgrounds. “You really like y/n, don’t you?” He finally says after about a minute.

“Of course I do,” Kun replies, not seeing where the conversation was headed. “Why else would I date her then?”

“You guys aren’t really dating,” Hendery calmly continues, returning his gaze to Kun. “You’re her fake boyfriend for tonight, aren’t you?”

"What do you mean, fake boyfriend?” Kun answers with his own question, feigning confusion. “We’re officially together”.

Hendery shakes his head, indicating that he doesn’t believe Kun. “Nope. Don’t even try lying. I know the whole truth. Y/n didn't want the family to bother her about still being single, so she wanted a fake boyfriend for tonight. You offered to help her, so here you are," he remarks, showing that he indeed wasn't lying – he knew the truth.

"Now how do you know – did y/n tell you?" Kun responds, still shocked after Hendery's accurate retelling of your situation. Did you tell him anything? That was unlikely, since the whole point of a fake boyfriend was for you to be able to throw your family off the trail. Telling Hendery, a family member, would only be counter effective.

"Nope. Heard her over the phone," he answers, recalling the phone conversation you'd had with one of your friends last night. “I didn’t eavesdrop on purpose. She was just so damn loud,” he clarifies as Kun shoots him a questioning look.

“Okay, congrats then — you have us busted,” Kun admits with a shrug as he turns back to where a grinning Kyla stood next to “santa”, posing as you snapped some photographs of her with your phone. “But why was this so important that you had to pull me aside for ‘bro time’?”

“I wanted to ask you to confess to her”. Hendery stops beating around the bush, getting straight to the point.

Hendery’s statement sends Kun’s jaw to the ground in the next second. “What? No way!” He protests.

“Why not? Since you like her so much, might as well tell her, right?” Hendery reasons.

“I don’t even think she likes me back that way. If I were to just tell her how I really felt about her, I could spoil our whole friendship,” Kun explains, expressing his previously unspoken fears to your brother, who grunts understandingly as he listens. “I’m not throwing away four years’ worth of friendship just because of this stupid crush”.

“I beg to differ,” Hendery interjects. “She likes you too. Legit”.

“She said that?” Kun inquires.

“Well, over the phone yesterday, yes. ‘I know he’s only a fake boyfriend, but I like him so much! I’m afraid though — what if I tell him I like him but he doesn’t like me that way? I’ll ruin our whole friendship!’” Hendery remarks, imitating your tone of voice as you complained about your dilemma to your friend yesterday, drawing some laughs out of Kun.

“Wait — you’re serious?” he asks, morsels of hope beginning to appear — like the first flakes of snow falling from the sky.

“I’m serious”. Hendery replies, sending Kun a firm nod of reassurance. “Based on what I’ve heard from her, I’m positive she won’t reject you. Tell you what, can you promise me one thing?”

“What’s that?” Kun asks, curiosity piqued as he awaits your brother’s answer.

“By the end of tonight, you confess to her. I don’t care how you do it, you just gotta tell her how you feel,” Hendery states, holding out his pinky finger. “Promise to do that? I’ve known her for the entire 17 years of her existence, so trust me when I say not only will she not reject you, you'll make her whole Christmas. Besides, you’re the only guy I really trust to take care of her”.

Hendery’s last sentence warms Kun’s heart like hot cocoa on a snowy day, and it gives him the final push to make his decision as he links his pinky with Hendery’s. “Promise”.

“And remember, if she happens to reject you, though that’s as likely as the dinosaurs resurrecting from the dead-“ Hendery pulls out his own business card from his coat pocket, and hands it to Kun. “You can text or call me, and I’ll talk to you as soon as I’m free. Don’t worry, you’ve got this,” he reassures, giving Kun a pat on the back.

Kun stuffs the card in his coat pocket, feeling immense gratitude towards Hendery. If not for him, he wouldn’t have the courage to tell you how he really felt. “Thank you so much, Hendery”.

“Anytime,” Hendery answers with a smile. “Now come on, let’s go catch up with them!”

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“AAAAHHH!” You scream at the top of your lungs as the Viking swings up with a jolt, before swinging back down. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you continue to scream in both exhilaration and fear. Kun’s screams fill your ears as well, though you know that it’s most likely from thrill and elation — through the years you’d known him, he’d proven to be very much the adrenaline junkie.

“Are you alright?” Kun laughs as he helps you off, though seeing your dazed state as you stumble off the ride concerns him slightly.

“That was awful…why did we go on that one…” you pant.

“I mean, this was part of our ‘battle plan’, was it not? Before we went I even asked you if you really wanted to go on this ride!” Kun reminds you, still laughing at your disorientated state.

The ‘battle plan’ he was referring to was the plan that both of you had come up with together to, in your words, “conquer the whole carnival”, including the remaining food stalls and rides. Your family had left, but both of you had opted to stay and continue exploring the rest of the carnival.

“You’re right”. You admit. “Let’s move on. I wanna drink hot chocolate”.

Which is how both of you end up sharing a massive hot chocolate, topped with a generous amount of whipped cream and chocolate syrup, walking around the fairgrounds together. Though this isn’t the first time you and Kun have shared drinks, this time as you take the paper cup from him and sip on the chocolatey goodness in it, you feel the all-too-familiar fluttering in your tummy again. The feeling disappears momentarily, but then returns with a vengeance when you notice how your hands are interlocked with his. Whether he realised it too or not, you would never know, but it sends a heat wave to your cheeks, causing you to subtly turn away and try to get the blushing under control. Part of you wants to hastily pull your hand out of his grip, but the other part of you can’t bring yourself to do it — as if your hand is stuck to his by super glue.

Unbeknownst to you, Kun is struggling to subdue the fluttering of his own heart as well, even more so after realising your hands were still linked. By the end of tonight, you confess to her. Hendery’s words from earlier still ring fresh in his mind. Earlier, he had made that promise as some sort of brazen confidence had come over him while he was chatting with Hendery, but it had gone as soon as it had come, which he found mildly annoying. Whatever, since I promised Hendery, I better get it done, he tells himself, summoning his determination again.

“We’ve got a last ride to go on, right?” your voice draws him out of his thoughts, and he turns to you with a small nod.

“It’s the ferris wheel, if I’m not wrong,” Kun adds. “Let’s go”.

Hands still intertwined, both of you head to the queue. There are fewer people than you expected, due to the fact that it’s getting late, which allows you both the luxury of one capsule to yourselves. Both of you sit in silence, admiring the view of the fair as your capsule begins to rise up into the air. The colourful lights and neon signs, the tents of the different food and game stalls, the sweet scent of cotton candy that wafts straight to you — you sit in silence with Kun, your hand still in his (to your mild embarrassment), soaking in all of the sights and smells of the fair. “Wonderful, isn’t it?” you remark to Kun as he raises the cup to his lips.

“It really is,” he agrees. “But you know what would make this night even more wonderful?”

“What?”

“If you could give me your heart,” Kun finishes.

A moment of silence follows as confusion sets into your mind. “I’m sorry, please repeat that? Is this…a confession?” You ask, trying to wrap your head around his previous sentence.

“…you could say it is,” he answers, turning to you slightly. This time, you catch sight of the pinkish hue on his cheeks.

Of all the emotions you feel, you don’t expect amusement to be your main emotion in that moment. But considering the cheesiness of his entire confession earlier…how could it not be? Before you know it, you’re bursting into guffaws. “Kun! Oh my gosh…you did not just…” you laugh over and over again until you’re wheezing. “Since when did you become so cheesy?”

“I…I don’t know! All I know is, I’ve liked — no, loved you for way too long, and I just had to tell you how I really feel, okay? I couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore,” Kun stutters, the embarrassment clearly now sinking in as he rambles. “Gosh, that came out in the worst way possible”.

You wipe away the tears of laughter that had gathered in your eyes, finding his flustered state adorable. Now that he’d told you how he felt — albeit in a cheesy and somewhat cringey manner — you found the courage to tell him you felt the same way too. “It’s okay, Kun. Yes, I’ll give you my heart this Christmas,” you answer, looking him straight in the eyes. You were well aware your cheeks were burning like a furnace, but you couldn’t care less. Thank God both of you had gotten a capsule alone, because neither of you would be able to handle the embarrassment of this whole confession in front of a bunch of strangers.

“Wait, you mean it?” Kun asks incredulously, eyes growing wide enough to rival dinner plates.

You say nothing, but just nod. “Yes, I love you too. Now that we know how we both feel towards each other, shall we seal the deal with…a kiss?” you suggest, lips curving into the widest smile you’ve ever smiled in your entire seventeen years of life.

“I’d love to”. Kun replies, though somewhat shyly.

You take his other hand in your own, and move towards him, and he does the same as both of you prepare for the kiss — but end up being met with a pile of whipped cream. In your excitement, you’d both forgotten about the cup of hot chocolate in between the two of you. “Ugh, talk about a double fail. First my cringey confession, and now this,” Kun laughs sheepishly, wiping the whipped cream off his nose.

“I know right,” you chuckle, doing the same. “It’s alright, let’s do that again. Before this ride ends”.

With that, the distance between both of you closes. Sparks fly in your head as your lips make contact, and an unexplainable euphoria floods over you. This was the one gift that you didn’t expect to receive for Christmas, but the best one yet — nothing santa could give you would match up to this, that was for sure. Pulling away, you both gaze into each other’s eyes with lovestruck gazes. “Merry Christmas, Kun. I love you”.

“Merry Christmas, y/n. I love you too”.

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Beautiful Time

Prince! Kun AU

[AU MASTERLIST]

[P] - [Chapter 6] - [N]

pairing: Qian Kun x Female Reader

genre: fluff, chaos

warnings: cliffhangeeer! / but none apart from that

word count: 1,291

A/N: i am trying to get more focused on this since i really have the basics of how i want it all to play out, just need to focus on the actual writing part. But I am starting to get more motivation, so let’s see when i can finish the next part! two more parts til their big day though! also tag list is open if any one is interested in getting notified when the next part is! hope you enjoy!!

After walking deep in the garden, you and Kun decide to sit on one of the benches in the garden. He looks around the quiet garden while you glance at him through your peripheral.

“I’m really sorry for Ten’s actions last night,” Kun brings up again as he leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “I know I should have cut off the conversation as soon as I saw him take you away—”

“Stop talking and listen to yourself! You were willing to come off as rude and weak to the general for a person who is not worth it!” You interrupt him, not wanting him to continue to blame himself for what happened last night.

He sighs. “I don’t know if you’re calling Ten or yourself unworthy. If its Ten, then hell yeah, he is not worth it. But if you are talking about you?” He sits up and grabs your face in between his warm hands. “Then you are worth everything, regardless of what happens to me.”

You look into his shining eyes and playfully push him away, weakly. “Stop, you’re going to make me all flustered.” He laughs, kissing your forehead before pulling away.

Right when he opens his mouth to say something to you, a splash of something wet and cold hits the both of you which causes you two to shriek.

“Stop being all cutesy!” Renjun yells, running away with Chenle as they each hold an empty bucket. Kun immediately stands up, allowing you to see the entirety of his back wet. You laugh and turn around to see your brothers and Chenle giggling and running into the maze of a garden, throwing the buckets towards you two to slow you down.

You jump up and grab the water hose that was left behind by a gardener as Kun grabs a nozzle that he found lying nearby. You quietly weave through the maze-like garden with Kun helping you look for the young princes. You were able to find the four princes by their giggles and their loud shushes as they tried to get each other to quiet down—keyword: tried. Kun nudges you and hands you the nozzle for the hose and gestures that he will go turn on the water. You nod, quickly placing the nozzle on the hose and wait for Kun to turn on the water.

“NOW!” you hear Kun faintly yell from a distance. You run around the hedge that the four princes are hiding behind and press on the lever, aiming directly at them. They all scream as the cold water hits them.

“OKAY! STOP, STOP, STOP!” Sicheng screams as he shoves Yukhei in front of him to get drenched by the water instead. You let go of the lever right when Kun arrives. He laughs, looking at the now wet princes. He grabs the hose out of your hands, “Now. Whose idea was it to throw two buckets of water at me?”

The princes refuse to make eye contact with him and resort to looking at the ground, lightly nudging each other to confess. Kun aims to Renjun and Chenle, allowing Yukhei and Sicheng to escape. “Which one?” Neither of them says anything making Kun press the lever. Renjun and Chenle flinch, but when no water goes their way, the two of them look towards Kun. You look at Kun as well only for him to make eye contact with you.

“There’s no-“ he gets cut off by Yukhei pouring a bucket of water over his head. Kun drops the hose causing Yukhei to drop the bucket and quickly grabbing the hose. “NOW, SICHENG!” Yukhei yells, causing you to run away from them and try to find a hiding spot in the garden. Chenle and Renjun try to stop you by running after you, but Kun grabs on to them tightly and throws his body weight onto them.

You stop running after you get back to where you and Kun were in the beginning, hearing the playful screeches of the princes in the distance. Let’s do it like good old times, you thought. You head to the gardener’s shed and find another hose with a nozzle already on one end. You quickly run to the tap and turn off the water, disconnecting the hose and connecting the one you found. You run towards the princes from a different direction and see them questioning why there was no water coming out of the hose, and you press on the lever spraying all of them. They all yell, surprised as they weren’t expecting you. Sicheng runs towards you, trying to snatch the hose out of your hands. You both struggle for a bit, with you trying to spray Sicheng in the face and Sicheng trying to stop you and trying to get the hose out of your grip.

“What’s this?!” Mother yells behind you as she approaches the chaos that was unleashed. You quickly let go of the hose and move next to Sicheng, which makes Sicheng almost lose his balance. This causes him to press down the lever, while the nozzle is aimed towards your mother. She screams as the cold water hits her, and Sicheng immediately drops the hose, all of you freezing in fear. A couple of guards come running to your mother’s aid after hearing her loud scream. Your father’s head could be seen above the rest of the guards causing you to grab onto Sicheng’s arm as the both of you run away to hide. This causes the rest of the princes to snap back into reality and to run and hide with you two behind some hedges, quietly laughing at what happened as all of you continue to watch what would go down.

“What happened, darling?” your father asks your mother as the guards leave once they notice that it wasn’t something threatening her safety. She aggravatedly sighs, “They’re acting like little children!”

Father laughs, holding on to Mother’s arm. “Oh, my sweet love. You must remember what it was like to be young and to have fun?” She shrugs him off and grabs the hose that Sicheng had dropped. “Oh, I certainly do,” she responds as she presses the lever and pointing it at your father. He stands there, with his mouth wide open frozen in shock as your Mother did that. You all laugh a little too loudly, alerting your mother where you are all hiding. She turns around and quickly aims where you all were hiding, effectively getting the ones that were in the front wet. You all scream and run away, with the King and Queen’s laughter heard over the screams.

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You walk out of your bathroom drying your hair with your towel. You sit down on your vanity chair and grab the hairbrush to take out the tangles out of your hair. As soon as you finish brushing your hair, you hear a quiet knock at your door. You put your brush down a little curious as to who it was, since your brothers just barge in without knocking—much less knock louder than what you heard if they ever were to knock—and anyone else, including Kun and Chenle, announce that they are there.

“Who is it?” you question loudly and turn in your chair to face the door. The person just knocks again before calling out your name in a teasing manner. You still can’t recognize the voice, but you get too curious and get up to open the door and see who it is.

Opening the door, you make eye contact with the one person you thought that you wouldn’t see for a while.

“Hello there,” he smirks, as he casually leans against your door frame.

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