two players; lin yanjun

♔090♔

▽▲ ▽▲▽
third person pov

"Why are you always punching things," Yanjun sighed, cleaning her hand as she laid in bed watching him. He sat beside her, his hand carefully holding her left one. The ring on her finger had blood on it and he had to stop himself from yanking it off and throwing it in the toilet. Instead, he cleaned the blood off the ring and nursed her hand since he was way too drunk to do it herself.

Yanjun knew Scarlett didn't like drinking and he had never known she'd smoked before. He worried about the reason she decided to do so that night, but knew he wouldn't be able to find out.

He was just happy that Yanchen had found her and brought her home. He was glad that nothing bad had happened to her because if something did, he probably would've killed someone.

"Why do you...you always look so good," Scarlett asked. Yanjun's eyes flickered to her to see her staring at him, the moonlight on her face and her eyes bright from its reflection.

He wanted to ask more about this Hunter guy, but she didn't talk more about him. He didn't want to push her to tell him though, he knew if Scarlett didn't bring him up when she was sober then she most likely didn't want to talk about him at all. But still...he wanted to know and would find out on his own.

"I could ask you the same thing," he said and went back to cleaning her hand up. To his surprise, she didn't flinch or make any noise while he cleaned it with alcohol.

"Do you have a girlfriend," Scarlett asked. "Y-You have to have a girlfriend. You're like the bestest guy in the world. Seriously, like, you're handsome, incredibly cute, funny, nice, smart, and did I...did I mention incredibly cute?"

"You're such a flirt," Yanjun sighed, but blushed as he bandaged the small cuts on her hand.

"What's your name?"

"Yanjun."

"No way! That's so crazzzy because the love of my life has the same exact name as you," Scarlett's eyes lit up as she sat up.

She's drunk, Yanjun reminded himself.

"He's so perfect, I swear. I want to have his kids," Scarlett fell back into her pillows. "We're going to have a thousand kids because I like having sex with him. It's fun and I love him."

"Oh my god," Yanjun laughed. "Crimson, please for the love of-"

Scarlett grasped the back of his neck and pulled him down before she slapped a hand over his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked at him with clouded eyes.

"Don't call me Crimson. Only my Daddy can call me Crimson."

Yanjun grabbed her wrist and pulled it from his mouth. A grin covered his face for the first time since he found out she was engaged.

"You're crazy."

"I'm crazy for my Daddy. Lin Yanjun's my only Daddy and as handsome as you are there's no fucking way that anyone including you - could replace him!"

"Crimson, I am Yanjun."

"Dude, I know you're a Yanjun, but listen," Scarlett said grabbing his face between her hands. "My Yanjun is my baby and he is very special to me and even if I ever told him I didn't love him then I hope that he knows that's total bullshit. I fucking love that man. Yanjun is the best thing that ever happened to me and I don't deserve him because I have a pretty shitty life and I know that he's going to do so much better without me."

Yanjun frowned. He didn't understand her. Why would she think so little of herself?

"Crim-"

"I'm tied," Scarlett let go of him and fell back into the bed. Her hair fell around her and her eyes tiredly moved onto him. "I like you, Yanjun. You're a solid dude."

"Thanks, Red," he chuckled. He was about to get off the bed and stand up, but she grabbed his hand and held onto it.

"Please don't go...could you just stay for a little longer? Just until I fall asleep." Yanjun stared at her. She reminded him of the moon, so bright even in all the darkness. "Please."

a/n:
who's your bias in nine percent and who's your favorite trainee in idol producer?