╳ — RECOILING WOULD BE ONLY NATURAL . Like a cat, Nice licks X’s cheek, and the sensation is uncanny enough to stun. This was not what he meant by his gesture. The tap to his cheek was a teasing indication for a kiss as payment, one he doubted Nice would humor him with at all. Turns out Nice is willing to stoop to another level entirely when given enough wiggle room.

“ What are you doing? ” he asks with half a laugh. He stands straight, rubbing his cheek with a closed fist, not disgusted so much as startled. Attention flits about the face of perfection. What fans see as a dove — complete with angelic wings and pearlescent eyes — is more accurately a feline. How funny. Nice could be a tame little house cat under the right lights.

returning  to  flat  feet,  a  feline  grin  slowly  spreads  across  the  man's  lips,  his  expression  touched  with  proud  amusement,  hand  lingering  upon  the  man's  ( dry )  cheek  for  a  moment  longer  before  retracting.  clean  to  a  fault,  his  saliva  carried  no  scent,  lacking  even  the  faintest  trace  of  anything  unpleasant,  a  rather  clean  variant  of  what's  usually  a  disgusting  gesture . . . he's  glad  x  doesn't  taste  of  anything.

❛❛  hm .ᐣ  isn't  that  what  you  were  asking  for .ᐣ ❜❜

He was probably the last person Nice would want to see. But that wouldn't stop him as he sat down, threw on leg over the other and said oh so casually, "nice day. You look like you're pouting."

my hand slipped . . .

❛   a   good   singer,   protective,   physically   strong,   among   all   others!   quite   the   high   score,   i'm impressed!   hehe   ~   ♡   but   please   tell   me,   why   wouldn’t   you   take   me   out   on   dates   after   filming?   do   i   embarrass   you   or   something?   ❜ 

❛❛    my    fans    have    proven    to    be    rather    overbearing . . .    i    wouldn't    want    you    to    be    dealing    with    their    inappropriate    behaviour    after    working    so    hard    all    day    ❜❜

lin ling's birthday bash ─── @pexfections

as lin ling grows older , the more he truly covets the simpler things. that included really spending his birthday relaxing on his couch with a good film on screen and takeout boxes covering every corner of the coffee table. a few messages from acquaintances from college or his coworkers greeting him. it was one of the few joys he had treasured when his work didn't swamp him with deadlines and projects that nervous interns could not complete.

of course , it was his own version of cookie - cutter luxury. that is , until he was thrown head first into the hero world with no preparation , with no room for leniency. the messages from his former coworkers don't come as frequently anymore - well , lin ling couldn't blame them , cheng yaojin was a tyrant when it came to high - profile clients and projects. camera appearances , clearing up brewing disagreements , having to change up a routine that he grew comfortable with... and of course , navigating the sudden change with the very man he had been forced to represent in his place.

he's in the venue's kitchens a little ways from the lobby when he hears footsteps and a familiar voice. the greeting started out cheerful , a smile plastered on his face as lin ling watches him warily , a nervous smile of his own tugging at his lips. he's trying to discreetly steal some muffins from the tower's kitchens to sneak up to his floor later ... how did nice know to find him here ?! " thank you , ...nice. " he responds as kindly as he could muster , and then yet not missing the sudden shift in his tone , sharp and hostile.

lin ling's birthday bash ─── @pexfections

there are some realities that he had to learn to really accept. some were truths that he accepted easily , some ... well , lin ling had to learn to live with for as long as he lived on this floor. that reality came in the form of an apparition , wandering around the floor in a pale shroud , occasionally sending a chill down the nape of his neck. nice's presence was not wholly unwelcome , however , lin ling truly didn't want to spend a day watching his back , even if the ghost couldn't directly harm him.

he didn't mind too much about having to spend his birthday alone , he wasn't truly one that hungered for the fanfare ── it's how he finds himself busying his hands with making something instead , leftover ingredients and some he was able to move from his old livingspace , enough to make himself a sweet treat. ( really , it was more about the discomfort with sitting idly with nothing to do , as a creative , he itched to make something , build something ).

on this particular day , the chill had become unbearable enough that goosebumps had started to race down the skin of his arms as he worked around the kitchen.

so , it was better to address the prevalent issue now.

That's alright, Lin Ling may or may not already have a Moon plushie!

... Well, maybe several. But he definitely needs more Nice ones. If only to round out his current collection... f-for job reasons, that is.

A cheeky grin, though, as he turns the plush over and over just to inspect it. "Aha, I appreciate it. I didn't think anyone knew when my birthday was..."