weightless | idol producer

BONUS

It was a little concerning how madly in love Zhangjing was with Yanjun.

They were in a small practice room, empty except for them two and a handful of chairs, one of which Yanjun was standing on top of (albeit apprehensively).

"You're good, you're good. Just look at me. There's nothing to be afraid of," Zhangjing reassured sincerely. Yanjun nodded, and it made him look so uncharacteristically childish Zhangjing want to soften into a puddle and disappear into the hardwood beneath his feet. He would never get accustomed to the rare times Yanjun would abandon his overly mature and dramatically serious facade and actually act his status as the younger one in the relationship. This time, it was because of his extreme fear of heights, even though the chairs they used for "Firewalking" were barely a foot off the ground.

Yanjun molded into character, feigning confidence as he walked the line of chairs and sang his part. It was the most beautiful thing Zhangjing had ever seen or heard - and that wasn't just because he was biased. There was something about the concept of the song and the specific lines Yanjun had been given; his vocals had never sounded so amazing.

"Babe, you're staring." Yanjun, already at the last chair, grinned impishly as he hopped to the ground. "How'd I sound?"

Yanjun's ego was too easily inflated. "Awful. They'd be better off with a screeching cat," Zhangjing deadpanned, but he couldn't help the grin that overtook his face as Yanjun pouted. "Kidding, you've improved a lot." Zhangjing sighed, bringing the back of his hand to his forehead and clutched his shirt with the other in theatrics. "My maiden heart is pounding. If only you'd serenaded me like this back at the company. We wouldn't have needed so much meddling from Chaoze, Dinghao, and Nongnong."

"I hate you." Yanjun chuckled, lips pulled to the side in a lopsided grin as he leaned down to press his lips quickly against Zhangjing's. "Speaking of meddlers, we need to get them together." He recalled his words and instantly gagged. "I mean, Dinghao and Chaoze. Nongnong is literally a child."

Zhangjing giggled as Yanjun silently picked up his hand and played with the tips of his fingers. He would've never imagined the younger one, always so cold and seclusive, would be so prone to skinship - but turned out it was how his possessiveness manifested (and Zhangjing definitely wasn't complaining; sometimes he secretly gave just a little more attention to Wenjun than usual so Yanjun would demand apology hugs later on).

"So, you finally agree with me, then? That they belong together?"

Yanjun snorted. "More like they deserve each other. Who else is going to tolerate their stupidity except each other? Have you seen their little made-up sign language?" Zhangjing leaned forward in laughter, clutching onto Yanjun's arm and leaning on his shoulder.

"Yes, I have!" He sobered up, frowning. "I think" - he puffed out his cheeks - "is me. Screw them. Never mind, they don't deserve our help." Yanjun threw his head back and laughed, loud and deep. He pinched his cheek.

"Props to them if it is. It's cute on you." Zhangjing blushed, but swatted Yanjun away when he brought his head closer.

"Shut up, don't distract me. We need a plan." Yanjun winked.

"I think I have one."

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Zhangjing clasped his hands on the table in front of him. "I have some great news to share," he announced.

"You and Yanjun finally signed the adoptions papers and Nongnong is officially your first child?"

"First?" Yanjun retorted. "I don't want any more than one." Zhangjing broke his professional stance, turning to face his boyfriend.