Symbol Roleplay Prompt ,

⋆࿐໋˖𓍢ִִ໋ symbol roleplay prompt , ♡

send a 📱 for a voicemail left by the receiver on the sender's phone !

Gong Jun for Condé Nast Traveler China, Nov. & Dec. 2023

she blinks, somehow a pickup line flying across her mind -- she blames it on the fact that she's been researching pickup lines for the upcoming update on her weekly fanfiction work, and anruo is glad when she hasn't accidentally blurted that out instead, which wouldn't be too hard of a thing to do with the kind of smile that hangs on jinyue's face. "anruo... jiao wo anruo jiu xing..." she replies, nodding a little.

gaze slightly widened at his laugh, and she purses her lips again as if trying not to laugh too -- it's almost a little too easy to laugh when a cute guy is laughing -- though if she did have any thoughts of joining along, that thought is immediately shot down as she follows the direction of his gesture and catches sight of his manager. leng jing shu anruo... leng jing... with another small list of possible faults made in the past hour making itself apparent in her mind, she only clears her throat softly before finally leading the way with a certain blanketed puppy right along.

once they're inside, anruo's barely turned around to grab the clothes she's prepared for him, when her body reacts faster than her brain by already reaching out a hand when he all but collapses into the chair, somehow in fear that he is to pass out. fortunately, he isn't. unfortunately, she thinks he looks like he's close to. brows furrowed as she stares at him, her outstretched arm drops, before raises again. what would the characters in her novels do, when someone says they're not feeling well... what should she do...

"shi li le," there's only a heartbeat of hesitation, before she brushes away his bangs away lightly, the back of her hand placed against his forehead then, her other free hand on hers. "ni... hai hao ma?" it's a stupid question, just as her attempt of trying to gauge if he's had a fever is either. dropping her hands soon when she couldn't tell the difference, she only shakes her head. "do you want me to get your manager here? ...ta zhidao ma?"

"disappointed ? never ! actually, i'm grateful." ān jīnyuè sits up straighter, tugging the blanket up around his shoulders, and smiles warmly up at her, soft dimples punctuating each cheek. "everyone here works so hard --- xièxiè a ... " he trails off, pursing his lips thoughtfully, " ... how would you like me to call you ?"

the laugh at the insinuation that he needs more time to lethargically scroll on his phone is a genuine one --- no doubt befitting a compilation of his giggles that netizens seem to enjoy so much. "bù xūyào, bù xūyào !" he chuckles, standing slowly. the blanket, it seems, is going nowhere; it's as if he intends to remain wrapped in it until he's made to remove it. over in the corner, his no-nonsense manager ( who has a particular knack for ordering him about, despite being only less than a year older than jīnyuè himself ) is glaring daggers at him from behind a clipboard. jīnyuè laughs again and waves at him, then gestures to shu anruo, indicating that he means to follow along behind her.

it's only once they're inside the relative privacy of the fitting room that jīnyuè's smile falters ever so slightly, taking on a nature that's more apologetic than anything else. it's so, so stupid of him, and he knows it, but as he sinks into the nearest chair, he can't help but think about a fan fiction he'd read the other day over a glass of evening wine --- one in which the reader was meant to imagine themselves looking after him on a day just like this. it's just that ... he's never really had that, has he --- and in this moment, truthfully, there's very little he wants more than for life to imitate art.

āiyā ... ān jīnyuè, ān jīnyuè, nǐ zhège shǎbī ...

"bùhǎoyìsi," he murmurs, peering up at shu anruo with an expression that borders on guilty. "wǒ ... wǒ juédé bú shūfú jīntiān. i'm sorry if that makes more work for you. i'll make it up to you --- promise."

@xinxiins / continued from here

[ to: 183帅哥小狗 ]：？ [ to: 183帅哥小狗 ]：zěnme háiméishuì？ [ to: 183帅哥小狗 ]：thought you mentioned you had a full filming day today?

the urge to write some long long threads....

(｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡) for @xinxiins / continued from here

it's time like this that nayoung wishes she had a car. the annoying pounding in her head is only mildly soothed by the chill air, or maybe it makes it worse, she couldn't exactly tell at this point. after an entire day of running up and down for the annual pastry and dessert exhibit, she's tired enough that the idea of a quicker way home in the form of a tightly packed subway -- the smell of wet clothes and sticky skin would only worsen her headache -- is simply not it. the bus it is, even though just waiting for it already has her sleepy.

fortunately, she wouldn't end up passing out on the bus stop bench for someone has seemingly just talked to her. she's not entirely in the mood for conversations with a stranger, but if it keeps her awake, why not? taking a quick glance up at him before digging into her bag for a lighter, she produces one soon.

"there you go," she says, holding it out for him, "must be your lucky day. i just quit smoking a few months ago." can't say she doesn't feel like having one now, especially at the end of a long day like this-- and it's very much visible in her longing gaze at the cigarette hanging from his lips.