two players; lin yanjun

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third person pov

Yanjun and Scarlett sat on the airplane back to China, Yanjun was seated near the aisle while Scarlett was near the window. The two of them were supposed to be seated in first class, but the lady said something about how there was something wrong with the system and blah blah blah. Both Yanjun and Scarlett were too tired to fight about it so they just took whatever seats they got.

"So I was thinking for our performance we could do something-"

"I'm not dancing provocatively," Scarlett quickly noted without hesitation.

"Okay. I was going to say something meaningful or personal," he nodded his head slowly and she seemed to approve of it. "Anyways, if I wanted you to dance in that way. I'd want to be the only one to see you."

"I will hurt you," Scarlett threatened making him chuckle deeply. He looked more amused then scared and she felt like she really needed to hit him.

"Don't worry your pretty little head. I'll wait for you to be ready...now I'll shut up."

Scarlett glanced out the window once, but her eyes drew back to the guy sitting beside her. He was comfortable seated in his chair with his head back and shoulders relaxed. The only thing was his clothes.

"The flight's going to be long. Why'd you wear that," Scarlett asked, looking at Yanjun's black jeans uncomfortable looking pants and short sleeve button up shirt.

"Because style, Crimson."

"Are you serious? You're going to be so uncomfortable," she stated, shaking her head at him.

"Are you just trying to get me out of these clothes," he raised an eyebrow, unconsciously licking his pink lips. Scarlett silently watched as he did so, but quickly snapped herself out of it.

"No, you idiot," she smacked his arm and crossed her arms over her chest. Yanjun had been very flirty the past couple of days, but he didn't do his usual flirting. His comments were sometimes inappropriate too, but when he did say them, she made it her job to hit him.

"You think people really do 'it' in there," Yanjun nodded his head towards the bathroom and Scarlett shot him a look before hitting him. "Ouch."

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"We're home," Scarlett said, walking into the house with Yanjun following after her.

"I don't think anyone's here, Red," Yanjun said after a moment of hearing nothing but silence. He shut the door behind him and rolled their luggage to the bottom of the stairs.

"That's weird. Justin didn't say he was going anywhere," the girl muttered, quietly observing their surroundings. Nothing seemed off so she shrugged her shoulders and turned to Yanjun. "You hungry? I'm going to make something."

"Cute, my girlfriend wants to make me a sandwich," Yanjun smiled, leaning against the railing of the stairs.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Yanjun. And you can forget about the sandwich," Scarlett turned, her hair fanning out as she did, and walked away to make herself something to eat.

Yanjun pushes off the railing and followed suit with a smile still sitting on his face. "But you'd like to be my girlfriend."

"What makes you think that?"

"C'mon, Crimson. You like me."

"I tolerate you. There's a difference," she claimed, looking through the cupboards for something to make.

"Sure...but if you're not going to admit it. Please make me a sandwich? I'll love you forever."

Scarlett stared at him for a moment as he leaned on the counter with his phone in his hand. It buzzed and he immediately went to answer whatever message he got.

How could he say something like that so lightly?

"I'll make you that sandwich, but don't 'love' me forever," she said turning to the cupboards and pulling a loaf of bread out before getting the other ingredients. She quickly washed her hands and got to work.

"Why not?" Yanjun looked up from his phone to see her making his sandwich across for him.

"Because...I'm going to get married and have a bunch of kids and-"

"I know," Yanjun cut her off, taking a seat on one of the stools near him. Her eyes flickered up to him and she shook her head before finishing his sandwich. "Our kids are going to be so cute."

"I'm-" Scarlett started, her head snapping up to look at him. "You know what? Just eat your sandwich. I'm going to take a nap."

She handed him his sandwich and quickly walked off, wiping her hands on her sweats.

"Wait! Did you want me to-"

"Nope. Eat your sandwich."

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- ellie