❝𝓶anners maketh man - `` ( 扬扬 )
yangyang bf drabbles
warnings. pure fluff , yang² being my one & only , some chinese!!
pairings. yang² x gn!reader
wc. 263
a/n. happy thanksgiving everyone!! pls be safe & enjoy your holiday!! tysm for 100 smth likes on my last jiung fic!! I rlly like doing underratedish idols cs they need the recognition. also, my pfp looks like taylor swift when it’s supposed to be heejin…PLUS i am learning chinese, so some will be added. “亲爱的” means darling or dearest. ok enjoy the short drabble pls.
“亲爱的, c’mere,” you heard from yangyang’s ‘dungeon’. You hadn’t heard from him the whole day. He was cooped up in his little gaming room, Hendery on the other side of the phone, buttons clacking profusely and the sound of frustrated groans and laughter. He literally only got up to use the bathroom; which was three times that whole day. So when he called you, it was a shocker. But a sorta good thing.
You poked your head into his gaming room, the illuminated light from his computer screen hitting you like a brick. He was way too focused on whatever the hell he was playing to notice that you were there, even if he did call you. “Yangyang.” You said firmly. It took a couple of his names to be called for him to finally look up, his mouth slightly. A soft smile creeped up his lips as he patted his leg. You closed the door behind you, sitting on the leg that he patted.
His arm instinctively snaked around your waist, a soft kiss pressed against your hair. “I’m sorry for being in here all day,” he muttered quietly, squeezing your waist. You slowly lean into his touch, your head slightly resting on his shoulder. “It’s alright,” you whisper back. His soft smile returned, nuzzling his face into your hair, which got a little giggle out of you.
His hand was on his computer mouse still but his arm was still around you. You two were talking the entire time. About what? No clue, but all we know is that it was loving.
