ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

no longer. [jaewin]

a/n: hi i love renminzone <3

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jae: red velvet or green tea cake

scanning the text, sicheng takes a handful of salted-caramel popcorn and shoves them into his mouth. his clean thumb hovers on the screen before he types another message back.

win: green tea, duh. hurry your ass up.

jae: got it. be there in 10

a smile leaves sicheng's lips. he's brought back to his living room when anne — who's been trying to braid his hair for the last fifteen minutes — tugs on his hair until it hurts. sicheng pouts at her, and she sticks her tongue at him.

anne's his distant cousin, mixed chinese-american. doesn't look like it, though. she looks all american, with her big eyes and pale porcelain skin, like her father. she and sicheng don't look related at all but they never cared.

they've been close since diaper days but parted when they turned 12, when anne moved to america. now that sicheng's studying in los angeles, she's been visiting. a lot. she even rented an apartment five blocks away so she can look after him during her semester break.

despite being the same age, anne's a parent-figure and drops by a lot to make sure sicheng eats well. it worries her at first when she found out sicheng's studying in los angeles, since he's not exactly fluent in english and hates going out of his comfort zone, but sicheng's adapted well. thanks to jaehyun, his guardian angel (self-claimed) who helped him.

it's silly when he thinks about it. jaehyun, his best friend of ten years and anne, his favorite cousin — two individuals he couldn't live without — have never met each other.

but that's going to change today. in ten minutes.

" stay still ," she says. her chinese is awkward, a bit strained from ten years not speaking it, but understandable. " I can't do it if you keep moving !"

sicheng shoves another handful of popcorn into his mouth. his hair is getting thick and he wants to cut it, but his beloved cousin is against the idea. she picks up a pink comb and brushes sicheng's hair gently, then starts her work back from zero with colorful rubber hair-ties.

" your hair is getting long ."

" I told you, I should cut it ." sicheng replies in perfect english, indirectly putting anne at ease. she sounds better speaking english, anyways. if they aren't cousins sicheng would've believed her if anne told him she's 100% american.

" no, I mean it's a good thing. I can tie it into tiny braids. it looks pretty! I want to put glitter on your hair ."

sicheng grimaces. too much and too fast english gives him major headache. " slower, please ."

" glitter. on your hair. it's the latest trend ."

" no ," sicheng whines. " it'll take forever to get rid of those ."

" okay, how 'bout flowers ?" she asks, beaming. she loves to doll sicheng up like he's her son or something.

" fine. but no glitter !"

she giggles and tugs lightly on sicheng's hair, earning her a side glare. sicheng rolls his eyes playfully and returns his attention to the tv, a ghibli movie playing on the screen. he forgets how much he missed anne; thanks to this winter break and their schedules not overlapping for once that they got to hang-out again. her company is just... soothing. it makes sense.