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— Previously —


    He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t make a move to get off you.

    Instead, he leaned down and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips.

    You felt a burning sensation twist in your lower stomach. He’s making me want him even more.

    His lips were warm, sweet, and his kiss was skilled, inviting. It was a lingering kiss, but nothing more. After his lips parted from yours, he pulled away entirely and got off the bed. “…Sorry again.”

    You sat up, watching him stand by your bedside. “Don’t be,” You paused. “You already know that.”

    He averted his eyes and reached for his hat. Slipping it back on, he almost looked a bit shy. “I-I should go.”

    You got off the mattress and faced him. “You know… you don’t have to leave…”

    He managed a weak smile at you; it almost looked pained. “I… don’t think you understand how much I’m aching for you right now.”

    Your eyes widened once you realized what he meant.

    He fixed his ruffled clothes. “I like you. And you’re too tempting, bǎobèi.”

    You smiled. He said it. But… “What happened to ‘kitten’?”

    He grinned back, “It’s gone… along with our old type of relationship.”


Chapter Thirteen: He Hides His Insecurity


    The next morning, you woke to a quiet home. Your parents were probably still asleep after working late last night.

    Rays of sunlight filtered through your window blinds and you yawned groggily before rolling over in bed to stare at the ceiling.

    You couldn’t stop thinking about Zao last night and it had probably affected your amount of sleep. He’d been the only person on your mind even after he’d left your house. Your memories of them were hazy, but you could have sworn he’d entered your dreams as well.

    However, they felt more blissful than anything else.

    He’d left shortly after he’d said your nickname of ‘kitten’ was long gone. “Along with our old type of relationship.”

    You’d pondered what he said for an hour before you discovered the symbolism in his words.

    A kitten is seen as something small, cute, and fun to tease. He’d called you that since day one and it seemed like something he’d call any female; it wasn’t especially for you.

    “I like you. And you’re too tempting, bǎobèi.”

    The new petname he’d used was foreign to you and you were all too curious about what it meant. After searching through a few sites on the Internet, you discovered bǎobèi was a Chinese term of endearment used mainly between lovers or other close types of relationships:

    “Bǎobèi has multiple translations. The most commonly used one is ‘precious’. It can also indicate jewels, treasures, or something that is not easy to obtain and you treasure or love. It can be a nickname for a loved one, such as a girlfriend. Other meanings are ‘baby’ and ‘cute’.”

    It felt like it was his way of admitting he’d begun to see you differently. You were no longer just a girl he enjoyed toying with; you meant more to him, and it showed in more ways than one.

    I wonder what’s going to happen to us.

    Sure, some things had changed last night, but nothing was spoken to settle it. He didn’t ask me out, but he both said and showed that he liked me. All the physical contact last night was a whole new step in your relationship with him, but it didn’t mean you two were officially dating yet.

    You fidgeted at the idea of calling Zao your boyfriend. The concept sounded appealing, but it didn’t feel quite right yet. Something else needed to happen, but you weren’t sure what.

    Part of it this may have had to do with the fact that you hadn’t told him you liked him back. You’d intimately expressed it in a different manner than speech, but you understood it was an important factor if you wanted this to feel comfortable and real. Confessing to him would make the true difference.

    Well… let’s see how this goes, you mused. It should get real interesting from here on out.

    With that final thought, you rolled over and reached for your phone. The time read 11:17 A.M. Once you unlocked it, you received a new text from Allen.

Allen: can i come over

    Without even a blink, you casually responded with ‘Sure’.

    Around ten seconds later your phone buzzed again.

Allen: good cuz im in your kitchen

    With a groan, you hopped out of bed and padded out of your bedroom. “What brings you here so early?” You asked once you emerged from the hallway.

    He was currently going through cabinets. “I was bored at my place.”

    Walking into the brightness of the kitchen made you realize you were still in your pajamas. Your hair was a mess from just waking up, but you didn’t mind.

    Allen was fully dressed—complete with cologne and hair gel—but not a thing bothered you. You figured this showed how close your friendship with him had grown.

    He didn’t acknowledge anything about your appearance other than, “I like your PJs.”

    You noticed he’d brought over some of his vegan stuff. He lifted a spoon of an unidentifiable diet supplement and aimed it towards you. “Try it babe,”

    You leaned on the counter and crossed your arms, pouting. “What is it?”

    “Don’t be a pussy.”

    “I’m not scared or anything, I just wanna know wh—”

    “-Just open up.”

    You opened and allowed him to feed it to you. “…What is this? It has no flavor.”

    “Hmph, who cares? It’s good for you.”

    A moment later, your mother stepped out from the hallway carrying her purse. “Morning everyone, did you sleep g— holy crap, what’s that weird stuff?”

    You pointed at her and looked at Allen, “Thank you; I was wondering the same thing.”

    “Shut up asshole,” He then looked at your mom and grumbled, “You too (mom’s name).”

    She laughed and you took the opportunity to ask her, “Mom, where’s Dad?”

    “Asleep. I’m going out to get some groceries, do you kids want anything?”

    “Something with flavor,” You teased, peering at Allen.

    “Soy milk.” Allen hissed as she exited the doorway.

    A few minutes after she left, your phone started ringing. You put down the bag of vegan popcorn you’d been eating (Allen had brought them over and called them “puffs”) and reached over for the buzzing device.

    Seconds later, your heart nearly leapt into your throat when you saw the name flashing across the screen. ‘Zao Wang’. What was he going to say now?

    “Who is it?” Allen nonchalantly asked.

    For a split second, you considered telling him what had happened last night. However, he probably wouldn’t react much besides make fun of you, so there was no need for that. Ignoring his question, you answered with, “Hey Zao.”

    He seemed to lose interest as soon as he heard his friend’s name. He went back to what he was doing, almost obliviously, and scavenged the kitchen a bit more.

    If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was a skilled cook—in a Gordon Ramsay type of way. Allen was knowledgeable about food and knew how to handle a kitchen, so those at least made him experienced in culinary, even if his dishes weren’t exactly tasty. At least they’re healthy, you figured.

    “_____?” Zao’s voice was soft, maybe even a little apprehensive.

    Whoa, is he okay? “Yeah?”

    “Uh, I… was kinda wonderin’ something…”

    You stepped into the kitchen corner farthest away from Allen. “What is it?”

    “Well, I…” The last syllable was audibly stressed. You could easily imagine him tensely messing with his hair or doing some other nervous tic. “After last night, I did some thinking and… I figured we should, um… I mean, like, I wanted to ask you—”

    “-Tell me right now. Are you high again?”

    You heard Allen snort; you hadn’t realized he was low-key eavesdropping. “Not at all, bǎobèi.”

    “So… what’s up?” You weren’t used to him sounding this on edge.

    “Mm,” You detected him clear his throat. “Go on a date with me.”

    …Holy shit.

    Yes. You couldn’t keep the grin from spreading across your face. “Hehe… that sounds more like a demand than a question...”

    “Alright,” An audible smile crept into his voice. “Let me try again. _____, can I take you to dinner sometime?”

    The legitimacy of the situation immediately sank in. “Oh… I mean,” You stared down at the floor, your cheeks starting to warm up. “Y-Yeah, definitely. When? And where?”

    You heard a clang and whipped your head around to see Allen had dropped a medium-sized pan. “Did he just…?”

    “You free tomorrow night?”

    “I think so,” I always am.

    “Then how about… we go to Pier 39 and hang out there for a while?”

    Pier 39, one of the most iconic attractions of San Francisco. And yet, you hadn’t been there since you moved here. “Sounds fun.”

    “Cool. I’ll pick you up at six.”

    “It’s a date,” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.

    By now, Allen was gawking. “You’re talking to Zao? And… you just said ‘date’?!”

    You tried to ignore him by turning and waving him away with your arm. You focused on the call as you said, “I mean… y’know…”

    “Haha, nope, you got it right,” He chuckled. “See ya then. Oh… and tell Allen not to freak out so much? It’s kinda embarrassing.” With that, the line went dead.

    A bit shakily, you pocketed your phone. You turned to face Allen.

    One look at your expression and he knew. Breaking into a goofy grin, he shouted, “HELL YES, MY BOY’S GROWIN’ UP!~” He completed the cheer with a fist-pump.

    “Oh my god, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what he didn’t want you to do…” You mumbled as he took his time calming down.

    “Boom bitch, I called this shit since day one~” He gloated whilst petting your head.

    “That I can’t deny…” You grumbled as you recalled that day in the alley where you’d first met Zao. Afterward, Allen had word-for-word said, “Oh please, I saw the way you were checking him out. You’re totally into him, aren’t you?”

    “It’s just…” Allen’s voice had softened. “…I’ve never seen him this crazy for a girl. He’s different now, _____. I think… you’ve really helped him. Even if you never realized it, y’know?”

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    A few streets away in the same district, Zao weakly put down the phone. Whoa. He’d just gotten off the call with you and he couldn’t believe how much things were progressing now.

    The room was pitch-black; the lights were off and the sole window was covered by a black drape. He was sitting cross-legged over his bed with the thick, white, fluffy covers surrounding him like a mini fort. The white sheets beneath him smelled of fresh linen, courtesy of laundry-duty Kuro.

    He was subconsciously hugging one of the many clean pillows scattered around him, and he moved it away once he realized that was such a girl thing to do. However, he couldn’t help that his nerves were entirely fried. He felt so fraught that he could barely think straight.

    It was all because of you. He was not used to these types of feelings. You made him neurotic. He’d never asked anyone out on a date before and it was more numbing and nerve-racking than he thought it would be. Hugging something felt calming. So screw this, he didn’t care if it was a ‘girl thing’ to do. He reached for the window sill level to his bed and grabbed the stuffed red panda you’d once given him and hugged it tight.

    “First date…” He murmured aloud. The memory that you’d accepted without hesitance made his insides flutter. Damn, I’ve got it so bad for her. Even he knew that was the understatement of the year.

    A quick knock on his door shook him out of his thoughts. “What?”

    “Prince!~” Playfully, Jin bounded inside with the innocence of a child. Ironic because he was neither a child nor innocent. “Yonsu told me you were going to ask out _____! Did you do it yet?”

    He gritted his teeth in annoyance. “First of all, don’t call me a prince. Second… Yonsu said that?” He was supposed to keep his mouth shut about it.

    “Yes!~ So did you do it?”

    “Fuck off. And tell Yonsu that if he tells you guys stuff about me again, I’ll break all of the K-pop CDs I know he secretly listens to.”

    Jin gasped. “Does he really?”

    “He’s Korean. It’s his guilty pleasure.”

    Genuinely curious, Jin tilted his head. “So… because I’m from Hong Kong, does that mean I’m supposed to have a ‘guilty pleasure’? Plus, what’s a ‘guilty pleasure’?”

    Zao shook his head in defeat. Jin wasn’t completely fluent in English yet so he had these types of questions from time to time. “Go and play in the street or something. I’ve got some stuff to figure out.”

    “Okay…” The fifteen-year-old casted him a worried look, then kissed him on the cheek and stepped out of his room.

    “Ugh,” Zao landed face-down on his mattress. His roommates were important to him but that didn’t mean he always had the energy to deal with them.

    His date with you came to mind again. He’d never been in a real relationship before, much less a real date. And not only did he have ties to a drug cartel, but he was involved in the locality’s red-light district. Even if he managed to get clean and break away from the illegal operations, he worried that he’d never be good enough for you.

    No, he knew he wasn’t good enough for you.

    Why did you even bother with him? Why did he even try?

    His life was a mess, and so was he.

    These were the thoughts that kept him up at night ever since he met you.

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    “Ciao, darlin’! This would look great on you, don’tcha think?”

    “Flavio,” You sighed, but you knew he had good intentions. “You really didn’t have to bring clothes to my house…”

    He lowered his Aviators at you. “Are you shitting me? Of course I did! It’s a date, you really think the Flavs isn’t gonna help you pick an outfit? No bitchin’!”

    “W-We’re just hanging out—”

    “-BULL! SHIT!”

    “He’s right munchkin; it is clearly a date so you must be looking posh! Now if you ask me, date outfits are not my cup of tea—and speaking of, I brewed you some Chamomile to calm your nerves! You are feeling quite jittery, yes?” Oliver appeared in your room carrying a fancy glass platter with a matching clear teacup filled to the brim with a steaming liquid-gold drink.

    “Yo, I don’t see why you guys are makin’ such a big deal on what she wears. Like, bitch is you blind? She looks fine in what she’s in right now.” Allen commented with just a bit of sass from his comfy position on your bed.

    You tuned out their banter as you looked at yourself in your bedroom mirror. You were in the clothes you’d been wearing all day, but you didn’t figure you looked bad.

    About an hour later, you were deemed ‘ready’. You’d worn your own choice of clothes, but you’d let Flavio fix your hair and makeup because he’d probably cry if you didn’t, and that was in his own words.

    Your parents had said you looked beautiful right before heading out on their own little date, since they hadn’t been getting out much after starting their new jobs.

    “Swaaaag,” Allen complimented on your final appearance.

    “You look lovely, my dearest.” Oliver hiccupped and rubbed at the corner of his eye.

    “She looks stunning, I know~ and Ollie, don’t cry!” Flavio shook the Brit’s shoulders right as the doorbell rang.

    “I knew this day would come…” Oliver whispered in a motherly tone.

    “You guys, shut up…” You commanded with a hint of embarrassment as the door swung open. The four of you had been in the living room when you heard Zao walk in.

    Casually, he sauntered over, singing, “So what we get drunk, so what we smoke weed~”

    The piano melody instinctively played in your head. I know this one. You smiled, skipped over to him, and sang in tune, “We’re just havin’ fun, we don’t care who sees~”

    He grinned back and playfully jumped over to you, grabbing your hand and spinning you as you both finished the song’s chorus, “So what we go out, that’s how it’s supposed to beeee, livin’ young and wild and freeee!~”

    By the end, you two were both laughing and in each other’s arms. In response, Flavio stood up, pointed at both of you, and stated in a robotic voice, “My spirit animals.”

    “Nah son,” Allen corrected, standing next to him with his arms crossed as he watched you and Zao. “Relationship goals.”

    “You two make the perfect pair!~” Oliver chimed, gazing at you two with stars in his eyes.

    At the influx of comments, Zao pulled away and looked you in the eye. “…You were right. All of our friends did want us to get together…”

    “No shit!” Flavio clapped gleefully. “So proud right now.”

    “So… I’m guessing you were here to help _____ with her outfit?” Zao accused.

    “Like duh,” He flipped his hair and winked.

    “Seems legit,” Zao faced you again. “Luciano showed up at my house an hour ago and, like, shoved me into these clothes.”

    You stifled a laugh. Of course the ultra-fabulous Italian bros decided to help both of you out on your wardrobe choices.

    But then again, you couldn’t really complain. Zao’s outfit was on point.

    He was wearing a Levi’s black denim button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. The buttons were a pearly white, and the shirt was opened to slimly reveal a thin white V-neck tee. He wore dark wash skinny jeans, a leather belt, and his usual black motorcycle boots. Except… “Is that a snapback?” You’d had to do a double take on his all-black hat and it wasn’t his military cap.

    He self-consciously adjusted the brim. “Luciano, man. It was Luciano.” He even smelled deliciously of cologne.

    “If I hear any more talk about clothes I’m gonna explode,” Allen started shooing you two out the door. “You kiddos have fun. Drive safe. Don’t do drugs. Have safe sex.”

    You cringed. “A-llen!”

    “Let’s run before it gets worse, babe!” Once out the door, he took your hand and started sprinting down the hallway.

    You laughed and matched his pace, and as you two got farther from the condo, you heard Flavio call out, “WE HOPE YOU REMEMBERED A CONDOM, HUN!~”

    You and Zao made it to the lobby. “…I’m going to kill them,” He laughed nervously.

    You faced him and watched him intently. Something about him was off again. Or perhaps it was just those killer clothes that you weren’t accustomed to seeing him in. After a few seconds of silence, you told him, “You look good, Zao.”

    At your statement, he averted his eyes and coughed. Then he stuffed his hands into his pockets. And turned his body slightly away from you. All signs that he was flustered. Eventually he replied, “Hey, come on… don’t say things like that…”

    You smiled at him. “You can’t take a compliment?”

    He shrugged, “All I know is you look better.” He glanced towards the lobby’s exit. “Let’s head out, yeah?”

    As you followed him towards a large silver car, you noticed him place a Marlboro between his lips. I haven’t seen him smoke in a long time…

    “Hm? Oh… I’d offer you a cigarette, but you’re already smoking hot.” He flashed you a grin.

    “Pffft,” You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. “How often do you smoke?”

    “I, uh… only smoke when I’m nervous…”

    So that’s what it is. He’s nervous about our date? “You don’t have to be nervous around me.” You meant it, too.

    “Well anyway,” He removed the unlit cigarette from his lips, deciding not to use it. “I take that back. I wouldn’t offer you a cigarette for… hm, three reasons.”

    “They’re bad for us?”

    “That’s one of them, plus we’re underage. The other reason is that it would ruin your adorable good-girl image.”

    You chuckled. “I still can’t believe you get off to that.”

    “And I,” He began slowly, eyes widened in shock. “Can’t believe you just said that.”

    “Do you… honestly think I’m a saint?”

    He sighed, but a smirk crept to his lips. “Partially. But no worries, I get that you’ve got a dirty mind too, and I like that about you babe.~” He took a step closer to you. “Now… I’ve planned a few things on our schedule tonight. You ready for a night with me, _____?”

Cover art (c) Amphany

A.N.: I wasn’t going to end this chapter here, but it was getting too long… So! Have a few details about the upcoming date~

x There’ll be even more characterization of Zao, since obviously he’s not using that Harley motorcycle from Chapter 7

x  Dinner will be at a very iconic restaurant of San Francisco (many popular attractions of the city will be named, and Pier 39 will be an official setting, so I guess that’s kind of fun if you’ve been to/ are going to SF)

x Speaking of the iconic restaurant, three of the 2Ps will be working there

x 2P!Austria will make an appearance, & another 2P will be with him

x As mentioned in my latest poll, Zao’s going to surprise Reader by taking her to a rave

Also can I just say that ‘Young, Wild and Free’ totally fits as Zao’s theme for this story??? Official video: youtu.be/Wa5B22KAkEk
Lyric video: youtu.be/XjpuU1Yk5Z8

Oh and… ALLEN, FLAVIO, & OLIVER: WHY U ALWAYS STEAL THE SPOTLIGHT?

Chapter One: {C1}
Chapter Two: {C2}
Chapter Three: {C3}
Chapter Four: {C4}
Chapter Five: {C5}
Chapter Six: {C6}
Chapter Seven: {C7}
Chapter Eight: {C8}
Chapter Nine: {C9}
Chapter Ten: {C10}
Chapter Eleven: {C11}
Chapter Twelve: {C12}
Chapter Thirteen: You're right here~
Chapter Fourteen: {C14}
Chapter Fifteen: {C15}
Chapter Sixteen: {C16}
Chapter Seventeen: {C17}
Chapter Eighteen: {C18}
Chapter Nineteen: {C19}
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This part lmao:

A moment later, your mother stepped out from the hallway carrying her purse. “Morning everyone, did you sleep g— holy crap, what’s that weird stuff?”


You pointed at her and looked at Allen, “Thank you; I was wondering the same thing.”


“Shut up asshole,” He then looked at your mom and grumbled, “You too (mom’s name).”


My mom irl would have doubts in me being friends with someone like Allen if she hears that. Reader's parents are chill AF.