two players; lin yanjun

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third person pov - one week later

"Woah, you're actually cleaning up," Xiao Gui points at Justin who has been running around the house cleaning in order for it to look spotless for his older sister who would be arriving any minute.

"Of course I'm cleaning up. I haven't seen Xiulan in six whole years. This is important to me and if any of you mess it up I'll kick you out," the child hisses the last part making the others in the room jump back.

"If you want to clean you should go clean the rooms at the end of the hallway. Those rooms-"

"Did you go in there," Justin bolts to Xukun with wide eyes like a rapid dog. Xukun immediately raised his hands as if surrendering.

"N-No, you said we're not allowed in them, but I just know there m-must be a lot of dust in there."

Justin visibly let out a breath of air and took a step back from the stammering boy. "Those rooms will be fine. Those are hers so just stay out of them."

"You're really scary like this," Nongnong says, looking at the one who seems to be really serious about his sister coming home.

"Justin's looked up to Xiulan for a long time so he likes things to be perfect for her," Chengcheng informs the others in the room. "She's like his princess."

"Shut up," Justin rolls his eyes.

"I want to see what she looks like," Ziyi grins next to Xukun who is still shaken by Justin. "I want to understand why Zhengting turned her down."

"That was a long time ago. She's different now," Zhengting says walking into the room with Zhangjing and Yanjun following after him.

"So are you saying she's hot now," Xiao Gui asks plopping down onto the couch, but is quickly yanked off by Justin who smooths the cushion back so it looks cleaner.

"You've seen a picture," Linong asks actually excited over it.

"Actually, I saw Zhengting stalking her Instagram the last couple of days. Look who turned stalker," Chengcheng grins, earning a death glare from the mother.

"The tables have turned," Yanjun smirks behind him. "How about you show us this girl you rejected and stalk now?"

"Would you all stop and help me clean? You can see her when she gets here any minute now," Justin whines making the rest of them look around the house. It's spotless. The house is like they haven't lived there the past year and a half.

"What are you-" Zhengting starts, but the doorbell cuts him off and their eyes all seem to widen at the same time.

"I got it," Zhangjing shouts bolting out of the room, but is immediately followed by Justin, Yanjun, and Xukun who race after him to get the door. The others quickly follow, wanting to see the girl too. The first to reach the door is Xukun who is pushed by Justin.

"Before I open the door-"

"We don't have time for this. Just open the door," Chengcheng says and instead of Justin, he yanks the door open. The guys all pile in the door way to see the girl, but look out to see nothing.

"Oh," a female voice says. They look just as she stands straight, her black hair flips up falling onto her back and some falling around her heart shaped face. Her brown eyes move over the each of them and her full pink lips pull at the corners into a smile. "Hello, I hope you're all hungry," she smiles lifting her hands which are full of bags of food.

The boys blink at her in amazement.

"I'm in love," Zhangjing cries out.

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scarlett huang

I didn't exactly expect to be moving back home with boys invading my house, but I don't mind since I've been away for who knows how long. And as long as they haven't gone into my rooms, but I'm sure Justin kept them away.

"So, what are your friends names, Justin," I ask as the ten of us eat in the dining room. They're all rather good looking boys with interesting styles. "I already know Jungjung and Adam, of course. You two look well."

"Thanks, Jiejie," Chengcheng smiles while Jungjung nods quietly eating his food. He must still be weary of me even after all these times. I don't mind too much however.

"I'm B-O-O-G-I-E, Wang Ziyi," one with pitch black hair says before taking a bite of his hamburger.

"Cai Xukun," the one next to him says right after him.

"Chen Linong, but you can call me Nongnong," the next one smiles cutely.

"Xiao Gui," the one with dreads nods.

"You Zhangjing," the one who seems to be enjoying the food the most smiles with a mouth full of food. "Thank you for the food."

"You're welcome," I smile before looking to the boy who sits next to him. His hair is dyed platinum silver and he has a bandana tied around his forehead. "And who are you?"

"Lin Yanjun, I'm sure you recognize me from your dreams," he winks with a small smirk showing his dimples.

Everyone in the room seems to be watching us. He must do this a lot.

"I haven't been dreaming of boys lately. If I have, I'm sure you wouldn't have been amongst any of them," I reply and for a moment I see his look waver.

"Jiayou," Ziyi says to the boy as I turn my attention away from him.

"So," Xukun says cutting through the awkward silence. "How is Los Angeles? What were you doing out there?"

"Yeah, Jiejie! How are the concerts and people and-"

"Calm down, J," I chuckle, patting his head since he's basically jumping up and down beside me.

"The colleges around are really packed since everyone is trying to make it out there so it's difficult to get into classes. Other than that it's pretty cool. There's a lot of events you could go to and it's a diverse community so I was able to learn about different cultures like Dad wanted," I explain as I eat my food. "I don't know if Minghao told you guys, but our parents sent me away for when I help take care of the company when Justin takes over."

"We didn't know," Chengchneg shakes his head with a frown. "All we knew was you were going to be there until your got your degree. Wait, did you get your degree already?"

"No," I answer too quickly, but hope they don't see it as anything weird. "Mom and Dad wanted me to transfer back this year since I was kind of getting distracted."

"I don't think that will get any better with me being around," Yanjun, flirt boy says clicking his tongue as his eyes flicker towards me.

I'll admit. He's a handsome guy, but that doesn't mean anything.

"I'm sure I'll manage."