That Pretty Smile of His
Pairing: Liu Yangyang x socially anxious!gn!reader
Genre/s: Fluff
TW: alcohol (if there is more, please let me know.)
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You step inside the party, drinks flowing, lights strobing, and people dancing around. There is a lot of people, which is anxiety inducing. However, you promised him you would be here. So you sucked it up and trudged onwards.
After a few steps in, you see Yangyang, staring at you with his mouth agape. You see him mouth a few words to the people he’s with—which you then realize are his roommates—and slowly stalk towards you, never breaking eye contact.
“You look pretty,” he says, in a quiet tone you almost didn’t hear, were it not for his soft, pretty lips mouthing them. Then, a bit louder, “You know, I didn’t think you would come when I invited you.”
“Is that a bad thing?” You ask meekly.
“No, not at all. I hoped you would come,” he says, “Do you want a drink?”
You nod.
“The kitchen is this way,” he gestures towards a doorway, “Unless you want to go around and say hi? I can bring your drink to you.”
You quickly shake your head. “No, I want to stay with you.”
He then flashes that pretty smile of his.
“If that’s okay,” you say.
“It’s alright; I got you.” His grin was not going away one bit. He turns towards where he gestured earlier and places his hand on your back. “This way,” he says, and he leads you towards the kitchen.
(If you just strain your ear a little more, over the noise, you would be able to hear whoops from where Yangyang came and, “Our baobei is making moves on his crush!”)
“What drink do you want?” He asks.
“Do you have (alcoholic drink of choice)?”
“Woooow, you know exactly what you want, huh? I thought you didn’t drink?” He teases you, opening the fridge.
“That’s only what you assumed.” Then, “I drink with my family, It’s my first time drinking in a party—or being in a party like this.”
“I hope I’m being a good host, then?” He opens for you your drink, hands it to you, then pours his own drink.
“The best,” you tell him.
He smiles at that. “What do you want to do, or where do you want to go?”
You pause for a while. Noticing your anxiousness about the party, he says, “Do you want to go to the balcony?”
You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and say, “Sure.”
Once more, he places his hand on your back and leads you to a glass door.
“I’m really glad you’re here,” he says, once he opens the door.
“Even though I’m taking you away from your party? You can go back there, if you want.”
“It’s okay, I don’t even like parties anyways.”
“Liar.”
He laughs and takes a swig of his drink while leaning on the railing. “I’m really glad you’re here,” he says.
“Don’t you want to go with your friends?” You’re trying to give him a way out again.
“But you are my friend.”
After that, you spend the time away in a comfortable mix of silence and conversation.
“…Do you know, we went to Jeju on a vacation? But it was so cold and cloudy during those days, we couldn’t enjoy it that much.”
“Poor Renjun,” you say.
“Hey, and what about me?”
Mustering up your liquid courage, you lean closer, comb your free hand through his hair, and say, “Poor Yangyang,” with a smile.
He looks at you for a while and swallows, his eyes flickering their gaze from your eyes and your lips.
He raises your chin with his fingers and asks, quietly, shakily, “Can I kiss you?”
This is one of the few times you feel brave. You lean in, and the kiss feels electrifying. It feels as if fireworks are going off all around you, celebrating your long-awaited kiss.
Once you both lean away, he flashes that pretty smile of his at you. You can’t help but smile back at him.
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Fruit Juice
Pairing: Liu Yangyang x gn!reader
Genre/s: Fluff
TW: none c: (if there is, please let me know!)
A/N: Remember when Winwin got mad at Yangyang for being asked to bring him fruit juice with a mic? That was my inspiration. XD
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There you were, cuddling with Yangyang and watching TikToks together. You felt so comfortable. You cuddled into him some more.
You could almost fall asleep to the sound of trickling water from the fish tanks and huffs of laughter from Yangyang. But then.
“Could you get me some fruit juice from the fridge?” He asked you.
“But it’s so far away, and I’m so comfortable here,” you whined, cuddling into him some more.
"Please?"
"No," you said petulantly.
Yangyang mulled it over in his head. After a while, he said with a small, playful grin, “If you get me the fruit juice, I’ll give you a kiss.” You lit up at this.
He chuckled at you and said, “Cute.”
“That’s it? You should have told me earlier. You know, I’m easy to convince,” you quipped.
So you quickly went to the kitchen, poured some fruit juice into two glasses—for the two of you—and quickly went into his room with the glasses in hand. You gave him his juice and drank from yours.
"Where's my reward?" You ask.
"Come here."
You leaned in and pecked him on the lips.
He kissed you once more and giggled. “You taste like fruit juice.”
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