Your Nine Percent Boyfriend

After being pressured by both of your friends to do more couple things together for almost a year now, the both of you decide to take a pottery class. Random but there's always that movie scene and your friends did suggest it as a joke.
The two of you do do things together, just not very publicly because the both of you are shy - despite what people may think.

It looked so easy when the teacher did it but the piece of clay just keeps spinning and slipping. Your piece of clay flies off the spinner for the third time. Kunkun snickers into his arm at your failed attempts.

"How's yours going then?" you backfire laughing.

Xukun takes off his hand to reveal a hill of wet clay stuck to the board. You laugh, head resting on his shoulder, feeling him shake from laughter too. You can't keep yours on, he can't get his off.

Eventually, you end up with a very thick shot glass thing.

"I give you my heart." Kun gives up, showing you the heart shaped clay stuck to his board.

You watch as Nongnong continues to practice well. Sometimes he dances, sometimes he sings, sometimes both. Even though he's the one jumping around and working hard, you feel exhausted just looking at him.

You're supposed to give in pointers but you've pulled your legs in with your chin resting on your knees and am basically sleeping with eyes open.
"Okay, last time." He says turning the music to back to the beginning.

You hum in response. He gives you a smile before making his face serious to match the concept. Body rolls and powerful steps later, he walks back to make his final sexy, luring gaze.

Too bad this guy doesn't know a resting bitch face and smiles even relax so his final pose is too cute and warming. "Too cute!" you laugh even with your sleeping mind.

He laughs, falling on his knees from exhaustion; mentally and physically. He looks back up at the mirror. Teeth still the same as they were smiling, he squares his lips. "Grrr." He jokes being intimidating.

It's your anniversary and Chengcheng is treating you to a date at the best hotel's buffet. Chengcheng had told you to dress fancier because it's a special day, so you did. You wore that beautiful clothing item, shoved to the back of your closet from waiting for that special occiasion for so long. 
Chengcheng looked amazing sat across from you with his button up shirt and hair that's actually been styled for the first time in forever.

The buffet was of course delicious. It costed a fortune so it better have been. Besides tugging on the jacket Chengcheng had gifted you to cover your increasingly bulging stomach, the night was absolutely wonderful, with laughs and smitten moments while the both of you obsessed over tasting the food.

The ride back home consisted of you and Chengcheng groaning and whining about how full you too were, as you two sat comfortably together; his arm around you and your head on his shoulder.

You're sat with your friends at a party. Justin is close by with his friends probably, you just don't know exactly where he is. You guys are currently trying to get to know each other's friends and make a good impression.

"So what did you say he was doing again?" your friend asks.

"Umm... well he actually just released a video..." you search up the video of him practicing.

"Woah, he's actually pretty cool... like attractive..." 

At this point Justin has taken a seat next to you. He nudges you teasingly, urging you to say what he's thinking. You hesitate but Justin continues to nudge with the same micheiveous smile and your friend notices. 
"Come on." he encourages.

You bow your head, "Yeah...he's mine." you say so only they can hear. Not sure if the smile on your face is from embarassment or affection.

Both of them cheer loudly for your breakthrough in being romantic. You hide your face even more now and Justin takes this chance to to hug your head into his chest protectively.

You're at a party trying to make friends before school starts. Ironically, you're standing with circle of friends you have no classes with.
"Oh! I have someone for you to meet!" Your friend realises mid-conversation.

You laugh. "Alright."

You follow him as he leads you through crowds, before slinging his arm over some guy in a denim jacket to turn him around. "This is my friend Yanjun."

He gives you a wide lipped smile, accentuating his cute dimples.

"He's a smooth talker." Your friend laughs making Yanjun laugh too. An inside joke?

"Hi. Are you hungry? Wanna go eat?" Yanjun jokes along.

"Nope." you play along laughing. "Got another line?"

Without hesitation, "My interests are singing, rap, and you" he gives you a finger heart.

"Really? but I'm only interested in you."

You two spend the night laughing stupidly at your pick up lines. You too share one class so let's not say you wasted the night.

People start to leave as the party ends. "Are you hungry now? Want eat with me?"

"Calm down Pop." Your dog is always excited for a walk but you haven't had time recently. That hasn't stopped Pop from wondering around himself though. You let him lead when you notice you're being dragged into someone's backyard. Oh no...

"Wahhh," a guy runs to Pop like a five-year-old boy in awe. "You're already back huh?"

So this is where he has been going...

The guy's eyes notice the leash and follow it up to your hands, then reach your eyes.

"Hi, you must be Pop's owner." the tone of his voice goes from the mount Everest to the Mariana trench in a split second. How's that possible? "I'm Zhengting."

He stands up from Pop, now kinda towering over you. You apologise for Pop being a bother but are taken aback when he says he's been walking Pop to the park. Zhengting offers to walk there now and you agree. Why not? There's still people around and he's cute and kind.

Not going to lie, it felt like you too were a couple with your dog ;) so you two agree to walk Pop together more.

You and Ziyi have driven up the mountain to see the sky tonight. Apparently tonight will have the most stars in the skyline in years. You two are ready for this: blankets, food, drinks, cushions, camera equipment...

You loved the ride up with all the lush tall trees. It is a luxury though, because Ziyi got the stress of not swerving off the mountain road.

Once you're up at the lookout, the both of you unpack, plonking the basket of food on the picnic table, and setting up the camera. You have a sleeping bag kind of blanket wrapped around you. Trying not to fall, you hold onto the massive blanket around you and make your way to the picnic table.

Of course, your clumsy self wobbles over a rock in the dark.
"Be careful." Ziyi catches you like a prince.

You two sit on the table waiting for the sky to darken more. Ziyi is kind of behind you, strong arms holding you in, hands on your shoulders, massaging every now and then.

Stars didn't matter, but the sky was most beautiful that night.

You and Linkai walk home through the park. One of those quiet walks where the other's company is enough to fill the silence. I mean, you too definitely had your LOUD moments. The both of you were practically known for going crazy from raving music.

To the side of Linkai you notice a younger boy hesitantly looking at you two. Probably a fan. Linkai is known for his music locally so many people have asked him to make or play music at events.You're ready to give him a warm smile and encourage him to approach you two, but he gives up, speeding away.

Truthfully, you never understood why people would be scared of Linkai. 
"You know," you break the silence, "I'm glad we're close."

He looks at you confused. 

"It's funny how people think you're a cold, intimidating rapper, producer, when you're just a caring, cute boy." 

"Cute?" he narrows his eyes but it can't be intimidating with his risen cheeks from smiling.

"Yes." you peck him on the cheek. He just laughs and holds your hand in his.

You and Zhangjing are "just friends". Everyone knows you aren't, but what else would you say? You've known each other since you were six.

Your friends sprinted towards the endless ferris wheel line to get a spot before they cut it off. You and Zhangjing weren't interested though. It's a festival! Too much food to try, too little time.

The both of you decide to split up. He lines up for the churros, you line up for ice-cream. When you're almost done buying, Zhangjing walks up to you and holds the other cone since you're already holding one and your other hand is holding the change.

You hurried stuff the change into your bag. "Oh wow!" you exclaim at the site of the box of churros and container of melted chocolate. Without hesitation you pick the longest, most dusted one, dip it in chocolate and take a bite before you can be stopped. Talent?

"Hey!" He pouts. "You're lucky I love you."

You cough. "What?!"

He laughs, swapping your ice-creams. "You like cookies and cream more."