You're My Nicotine - Chen/OC OneShot

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Jess was pissed. First of all, she had to work ten hours that day, plus the hour it took her to get to work thanks to all of the transfers that she had to make on the subway. That was already eleven hours of her day, gone. Now, she had to make the trip back, which would waste another hour of her time. Sometimes, she really regretted her choice to move to Beijing. The one good thing that came out of it all was her being able to go to more Kpop concerts, though. In fact, EXO had had one that very night, right in her very city. Not like she could go, though. No, she had been stuck at work all day. However, it wasn't like she could even afford to go if she wanted to – which she did, of course. Let's face it, she was broke. Such was the life of an English teacher with a love for Kpop merchandise.

Not wanting to head back to her lonely apartment just then, Jess instead decided to roam the streets of Beijing. She had only been living in the lively city for about a month, maybe a little more, and therefore could definitely use the exploration. Alone and lonely, she waved goodbye to her coworkers and set off in the direction of the subway, which was about a ten minute walk from the school that she taught at. Deciding against getting off at her normal stop, she took a different route. It was about damn time for a little bit of adventure, anyway.

Unknown to her, however, she just so happened to end up in the part of Beijing that EXO's concert venue was at. Pushing through a crowd of people with her head bowed low, Jess searched for an opening in the throng of people. Finally finding one after much pushing and shoving, she breathed a sigh of relief, walking further into the darkness that was behind a huge building that she didn't know the name of. Digging through her backpack, she pulled out a cigarette and her lighter. Too busy with the process of both walking and trying to light her cancer stick, she didn't notice the burly man coming up to her with a frown on his face. Jess inhaled deeply, finally having been able to get her stupid lighter to work. Ah, nicotine.

"Excuse me, miss," the guard started off in rapid fire Mandarin. Jess' head snapped up, her hazel eyes widening in shock. Er...what? He tries again, this time in broken English, after seeing that she was a foreigner. "You cannot be here," he said sternly. She blinked at him, not noticing that the door on the side of the building had opened and a figure came out just in time to catch the tail end of their conversation.

"Uh...why?" she asked in Mandarin, not seeing any reason as to why she couldn't escape from the people by hiding in the space behind the building.

"I cannot be responsible for the harming of the members," he said, once again in Mandarin. Jess didn't entirely understand all of what he had said, but she understood enough to get the gist of what he was trying to tell her. Members? She thought to herself. What members? Shrugging it off, she turned to leave.

"Whatever, man. I don't even know who you're talking about," she told him in her accented Mandarin before walking slowly away, puffing on her cigarette as she went. The figure that had come from the door scoffed softly, not believing her for a second. Girls always had something up their sleeves, after all. So, following his heart, he decided to follow her.

After a few blocks – which, by the way, are much larger than American blocks – the person following Jess starts to feel a sliver of guilt. Turned out that she was actually telling the truth after all. Just as he was about to go back to the concert venue and return to his other members, Jess surprised him by turning around abruptly, making him give out a particularly unmanly yelp.

"Why are you following me?" she demands, speaking in English. The person following her – which, she noted, was dressed suspiciously in dark skinny jeans, black high tops, an over-sized dark colored hoodie with the hood up and a black, star patterned face mask – just gave her a dead stare. Looking into his oddly familiar eyes, she realized her mistake. He most definitely was not a foreigner like she was. After ducking her head sheepishly (although she didn't know why), she repeated her question in broken Mandarin.