♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ ̊ STRANGER DANGER WITH WEN JUNHUI

“ i was hoping for a different kind of buzz . ”

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You weren’t supposed to feel anything. Not in the middle of a guided winter tour, not with your knees freezing through sheer tights, not in some old Shanghai building that smelled of herbs and quiet promises. But then there was him—platinum blond beneath harsh fluorescent light, his touch clinical, his eyes anything but.

They paired you with him for a free checkup, just a harmless part of the itinerary. But the way his fingers rested on your wrist lingered longer than it should have. The silence in that room stretched—thick, warm, unspoken. Nothing happened. Not really. But something started.

Hours later, long after the tour ended, you wandered out again—restless in a foreign city that felt too alive to sleep in. And there he was. Junhui. Leaning against a brick wall, cigarette in hand, soft smoke curling around his sharp profile like a question you couldn’t answer. The boy from earlier, no longer hidden behind quiet tradition or customer service smiles.

You weren’t supposed to feel anything. But the way he looks at you now says he did too.

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