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“Well, isn’t this just perfect,” Zhang Zhehan says out loud. Or he would have said it out loudly if it wasn’t for the fact that he couldn’t. Speak, that is. All that comes out is grunting, which makes him even more irritated. The automatic thump that follows echoes in the elevator lobby.
He’s been staying up way too late working on his new album, barely sleeping at all in the past weeks, and has somehow managed to miss the fact that it's a full moon tonight. And now, thanks to his extremely bad luck, he has turned into a cream-colored little bunny just outside of the elevator, his container of takeaway right beside him. And he's hungry.
He looks up at the elevator call buttons and grunts. Even if he could find a way to sneak into the elevator and hitch a ride without getting noticed, there is no way he can reach the kay pad on his front door. And even if he could, it's not like he has a fingerprint anymore.
“Wo de tian a?!” he hears and looks up. He has to crane his neck because the man looking down at him is very tall. It is also the extremely cute and recently moved-in neighbor on the thirty-first floor, that he may or may not have been secretly pining over for the past two months. And the man who may or may not be the source for his sudden bursts of songwriting inspiration. He doesn’t even know his name, and yet the dark-haired beauty has been the headliner in his every dream, both PG13 and R18. He mostly refers to the man as Hot 31, since that’s the floor he lives on.
“Where did you come from, little one?” Hot 31 says and crouches down, extending a hesitant hand.
Oh, those hands. Those long fingers that Zhang Zhehan definitely had not stared at when they had first met in the elevator and Hot 31 had pushed the button for his floor. He should run away, and with his fast little bunny legs, he should be able to make an escape. But he just can’t resist that hand.
He does have some self-respect though, and instead of running straight for the sexiest hand to ever exit, he stays put and lets Hot 31 reach out until he can gently pet his head. The hand is soft and warm, just like he knew it would be.
“Did your owner forget you?” Hot 31 muses out loud, brows furrowed and bottom lip slightly jutted. Zhang Zhehan wants to nibble on it.
“Or did you go out for a late night snack?” Hot 31 continues and laughs at his own joke. The hi-hi-hi rings in the lobby and Zhang Zhehan feel dazed. Adorable. Zhang Zhehan can’t help but purr and lean into the head-scratches. He should run away. Soon.
He’s too caught up in trying not to oink when he’s scooped off the floor and into a very, very, nice set of arms and cradled against a soft white sweater hiding a very firm chest that smells of vanilla. He grunts, just for the sake of playing it cool, and his stomach swoops a bit when Hot 31 bends down to pick up his takeout box before heading back towards the reception. He’s ignoring the relief from not being put back down onto the floor.
“Hey, Gong Jun,” the pretty receptionist responds and flutters her eyelashes towards Hot 31—whose name is apparently Gong Jun. She never does that towards him, not even when he cracks his funniest jokes. Rude.
“I found this little guy by the elevators,” Gong Jun says and jiggles him in front of the receptionist.
He feels affronted. Outraged. Embarrassed. He’s never been jiggled in front of people in his life—with the exception of his mom when she found out he had inherited her shapeshifting gene when he had turned into a little ball of fluff at the age of five. She had jiggled him in front of the entire extended family as they oohed and aahed at this family blessing. The only jiggling that is allowed is when he does it himself, in his human form, usually on stage.
“Oh, what a cute little thing,” she says and extends her hand. He tries to bite it and she jolts back, crying out in surprise. The nerve of that woman trying to pet him, and look at his Hot 31 the way that she does.
“There, there,” Gong Jun says and pets him between his ears. He feels smug and glares his meanest bunny glare at the receptionist. As if he is ever going to be nice to her in the future. He even used to give her, and the rest of the staff, tickets to his concerts. Well, she’s only getting tickets with bad seats from now on.
“Anyway,” she says, still at a safe distance, “I’m not sure about the pets in the building, but I can check with the management. They won’t be here until tomorrow though...”
“That’s fine,” Gong Jun responds. “I’ll keep him until then, or until someone comes to claim him.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, eying him warily. Yeah, definitely bad seats for her.
“I’m sure. He’s such a little sweetie,” Gong Jun says and turns back towards the elevators.
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
It turns out that Gong Jun’s apartment is directly below his own, but even though they have the exact same layout, they are nothing alike. Gong Jun’s apartment is neat with lots of lighting, sleek furniture and plants everywhere. His is more bachelor-type looking. Like a busy bachelor, messier, stuff everywhere, huge TV and an assortment of clothes on the floor, shoe boxes in the hallway, and takeout boxes on the tables. Not fit for company other than Yu Xiang, or his manager.
Gong Jun toes off his shoes and walks into the kitchen to drop the food container in the fridge. Gong Jun hoists him up and looks straight into his eyes, “Okay, I’m going to put you down on the floor. I don’t think my plants are toxic, but please don’t eat any of them.”
Ignoring the insult—as if he would ever eat plants—Zhang Zhehan feels like purring again because those eyes are like melted chocolate. He should remember this for his songwriting in the morning. Too soon though, Gong Jun puts him down onto the floor, gently. Now what? Should he hide under the couch until Gong Jun falls asleep and then sneak back up to his place? Surely it would be acceptable to explore a bit first? His mom will probably scold him when he tells her about his excursion. That is, after she has stopped laughing. And then she will tell the rest of the family.
He sighs—which comes out at another grunt—and almost immediately, Gong Jun crouches down to scoop him up, “What’s wrong? Are the tiles cold? Do you need a blanket?”
Zhang Zhehan is too busy looking at that very pretty bow of that upper lip to listen too closely to all the questions leaving those plush lips. Gong Jun smiles softly and Zhang Zhehan's little bunny brain decides to take this opportunity to stretch as far as he can and nuzzle against the corner of his bottom lip. There is a burst of flutters in his stomach when they touch and a quiet oink escapes his whisker pads. There, now he will have even more to write about tomorrow.
Gong Jun chuckles, puts him back on the floor and stands back up. He sees Gong Jun start to scroll on his phone, that furrow between his eyes is back. Cute.
Zhang Zhehan, however, has decided that it is definitely the time for exploring, because—why not? He’s plenty shameless and it wouldn’t be the first time his mom scolds him for pulling pranks as a bunny. As a child, he'd once returned home with a broken hindleg, or shaved, and once he had blue fur. His mom keeps a photo album of his escapades. It's a whole family tradition thing.
He hops out into the living room and sniffs for a bit. The apartment smells like vanilla and citrus. Curious about the rest of the apartment, he hops towards the closest open door. It’s a bathroom. Again, clean with no clothes on the floor, towels hanging properly on the rack, and it smells like Gong Jun, all warm and sexy with a hint of vanilla.
He keeps hopping and finds a bedroom. At the center is a large California King bed with a deep blue cover, plush pillows, a huge TV on the wall opposite the bed and two large plants by the window. No matter how much he wants to jump up on the bed and roll around for a bit in Gong Jun's scent, there is just no chance of him getting away with that right now. It's a real shame.
He steers his hindlegs towards the last room, where his own little mini-studio away from his real studio is located in his apartment upstairs.
“There you are,” Gong Jun says and scoops him up. “I just need to show you where the water and your box is, then you can go explore again.”
He’s promptly carried back towards the kitchen where Gong Jun has set up a water bowl and a box in the corner with some torn up newspapers in it. Is he expecting Zhang Zhehan to pee or poop in it? The nerve. As if he would ever pee here, in front of Gong Jun, or on newspaper. He is a hay kind of man. Though, he rarely spends enough time during these impromptu full-moon turns to need to go to the toilet. He can hold it, thank you very much. Unless he’s stressed. But he would rather fling himself off the balcony than do that in front of Hot 31.
“Here is your water,” Gong Jun says and leans down to hold him towards the water. He is a bit thirsty, so he wiggles a bit. Gong Jun lets him down and he hops towards the bowl.
“Wow, you’re so cute when you're gulping,” Gong Jun coos behind him and he involuntarily oinks in response, causing him to drag water in the wrong way. He ends up sneezing a few times, right into the water bowl, which only makes Gong Jun coo ever more. It’s a good thing that his cream-colored fur can’t turn red because he’s pretty sure that he’s blushing. The nerve of this man.
"I have some leafy greens for you as well," Gong Jun says and reaches for a bowl on the kitchen counter and puts it in front of him. And since he is hungry, he eats them all within a matter of minutes. They are not nearly as good as the spicy noodles in the fridge, but they will do until breakfast tomorrow.
“And over here is a box for when that food comes out,” Gong Jun says and nudges him towards the box as if to emphasize the words. He gets it. He’s not stupid. Though he suspects that maybe normal non-shapeshifter bunnies would need the guidance.
He ignores the box and hops back towards the door. There is still one room that he needs to explore before he decides what to do for the rest of the night.
Gong Jun walks past him with long strides. The man sure does have legs that go on for miles. He’s more of a crane than a bunny, that man. He reaches the door opening in time to see Gong Jun walk into the room he was aiming at, carrying a glass of wine. Now, he’s even more curious.
He’s halfway there when music starts playing throughout the entire apartment. Zhang Zhehan stops dead in his tracks. He knows this music. It’s his own music. Hot 31 is playing his music.
Gong Jun’s humming carries out into the living room and shocks him back into motion and he starts hopping towards that door again. The man is singing along to his songs. And it’s his old songs. His very first album. The man is a terrible singer, but he’s enthusiastic about it. And it seems like he knows the lyrics by heart.
He turns the corner into the room and spots Gong Jun sitting by a desk, typing on a computer and singing along to the music. His heart thuds in his chest and his right hindleg follows automatically. It is utterly adorable. He could just nibble on this man forever.
The room is more of a library than an office. All walls are covered with floor to ceiling shelves, with rows and rows of books and records. There is an old-school record player on a small table and a fancy looking sound system connected to speakers that Zhang Zhehan can’t even see, only hear.
Gong Jun looks up from his desk and smiles towards him, and Zhang Zhehan starts purring again. It’s a good thing he can’t purr as a human or those elevator rides will become embarrassing in the future.
“I hope you don’t mind my singing,” Gong Jun says and sips on his wine. Zhang Zhehan also wants wine. He was planning on having his favorite wine along with his spicy noodles. Instead, he's on a diet of water, romaine lettuce and bok choy until the morning. Life really isn't fair. Then again, he would have eaten his noodles alone and here the bok choy is served with a side of Hot 31.
“I always listen to Zhang Zhehan’s music when I write,” Gong Jun says dreamily and turns up the volume slightly.
He does? Always? What is he writing? Does he know that they live in the same building?
“Do you know that he lives in this building? He lives just upstairs. He is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” Gong Jun says and blushes as he sips on his wine.
The man is an adorable pink from his neck all the way out to his ears. It is so cute that Zhang Zhehan involuntarily oinks. He pretends to sneeze to divert from all these embarrassing sounds he’s making and hops towards the desk, hoping to catch some of whatever it is that Gong Jun is writing.
So, Gong Jun does know that he lives in the building, has paid attention to him, and thinks he’s hot. He should say hello next time they see each other and ask the man out for a coffee, or a drink, or just up to his bedroom to see what other body parts can blush like that.
He stops right below the desk and looks up at the man, who is apparently as into him as he is. Gong Jun instantly turns to scoop him up. Those hands really are efficient, and safe, and he can’t help but fantasize about what else they can do.
He’s plonked down into Gong Jun’s lap and, hello—that feels like something big and juicy right under him that is going to feed his R18 dreams for weeks. He starts purring again and burrows down in the lap, though he scootches forward a bit because he’s not that shameless. Not in bunny-form anyway.
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
Gong Jun writes for a while and Zhang Zhehan watches in fascination as the story unfolds in front of his eyes. Gong Jun is an actual writer. Novel it seems. He can’t really follow, because the screen is partially hidden from his view.
He sits up on his hindlegs with his forelegs on the edge of the desk and peeks to take a closer look, see if he can find what pen name the man is writing under. But Gong Jun stops writing and starts petting him instead. The head scratches hit just the right spot by his ears and he melts back down towards the lap, clucking happily. Everything is nice and warm, the man's hands are perfect. Everything is just perfect.
He feels like he’s just blinked when he’s picked up again. Confused and bleary-eyed, he looks around and sees that they are heading towards the bedroom.
“It’s late and I finished my chapter. No one has called to claim you yet, so I guess you’ll spend the night with me,” Gong Jun says and pats him over his back. “Do you want to sleep on a blanket in a box, or on my bed?”
Box. Definitely a box. He should not be sleeping in the man’s bed before he is properly welcomed, as a human. He wiggles a bit and Gong Jun huffs, “Box it is.”
They walk into the bedroom and Gong Jun puts him down on the floor, disappearing into the walk-in closet. Shortly after, he walks out with a large box and a white blanket. “I don't know if bunnies can jump up on furniture,” Gong Jun continues and looks at him. "But if you can, and you change your mind and feel lonely, you can jump up and sleep with me."
Gong Jun plonks him down in the box with the blanket and he wiggles himself into a comfortable position to contemplate his life. He will wait until Gong Jun has fallen asleep and then make his way out into the living room, where he will hopefully be able to wait until he turns back into a human.
Gong Jun heads towards the ensuite and he watches the man through his bedtime routine of showering—thankfully, and unfortunately, behind a closed door—tooth brushing and skincare. He then also watches a very shirtless Gong Jun walk out from the ensuite with pajama bottoms riding teasingly low, and slip under the covers before turning off the light. Zhang Zhehan definitely saw a lot of milky skin and taught muscles. He also saw two very nibbleable nipples. He would very much like to twist and bite them.
“Night, little bunny,” Gong Jun says and Zhang Zhehan oinks in response. It’s the best he can do. For now.
He hears Gong Jun move around for a while before falling asleep. Carefully, he hops out of the box and heads towards the door. However, the bed is right there. Gong Jun is right there. He could just take a little sneak peek. Gong Jun will never know. He just wants one little close-up of that pretty face and then he will be off.
He carefully assesses the height and jumps onto the soft bed without any issues. He waits for a moment, listening to Gong Jun’s steady, soft breathing, until he starts to hop towards the bead head.
Gong Jun is lying on his back, so he has to get up on his hindlegs and put his forelegs on Gong Jun’s chest in order to see properly. But it’s worth it. The man is perfection itself with his high cheekbones, straight nose, slightly parted plush lips and chiseled jaw. His hair is already tousled and sticking out in random places.
Unable to stop himself, he reaches forward and nuzzles against his face again. Gong Jun makes a soft little grunting noise, and wraps his arms around Zhang Zhehan, pulling him close. Great. Now he is stuck, locked in an extremely cozy and amazing hug. He will just have to wait until Gong Jun falls back asleep before he makes his escape.
Gong Jun starts to scratch him behind his ears and mumbles something incoherent, tightening his arms. This is what he gets for being shameless. He deserves it really. He might also be enjoying it, but that’s between him and his little wagging bunny tail.
He feels the oinks before they reach his whisker pads, but is unable to stop them. This man is just too good at head pats. He purrs and oinks and decides to enjoy the cuddles whilst he waits. It’s been ages since someone cuddled with him, bunny or human. He closes his eyes and relaxes into the embrace.
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
Zhang Zhehan wakes up feeling groggy, his mind still off somewhere in a distant dream. Shouldn’t he be doing something? Had he fallen asleep? He thinks he can feel heat radiating from underneath him. He cracks one eye open and sees a nipple, all dark, perky and inviting, right there to be nibbled on.
Without thinking, he leans forward and bites it. It’s soft and just the perfect size to graze his teeth against.
There is both an Mmm and an Ouch uttered at the same time. His mind jolts and he opens both his eyes, and stares straight into Gong Jun’s.
“Wha—” Gong Jun starts and then shuts his mouth, eyes wide.
It’s at this moment that Zhang Zhehan realizes that he’s turned back into his human form and that it was him that moaned. He also still has his teeth around that soft little pebble.
He lets go, closes his eyes for a moment to take a deep breath, and then opens them again. “Funny story…” he begins, still lying on Gong Jun’s chest.
The man still hasn't blinked or moved a muscle. Not even removed the arms around him. And if he thinks about it, which he isn’t, he is pretty sure that something else is hard too besides the nipple. But hey, he hasn't been kicked out of the bed, or punched, so that is a good sign.
“The short version is that I turn into a bunny when it’s full moon and I kind of forgot that it was full moon yesterday when I went out to get food," he says and smiles up at Gong Jun. He is still not getting kicked out of bed and there is no screaming about him being insane.
Instead, Gong Jun swallows and asks, eyes flickering down towards his lips, “And the long version?”
“I’ll tell you if you let me take you out for breakfast,” he says and widens his smile into one of those smiles that he always throws towards his fans when he wants them to scream extra loud. It has the desired effect because Gong Jun blushes adorably again, and something, that is definitely hard, twitches.
“But first,” he continues and leans forward towards the wet, perky nipple, stopping right above it. “Shall I continue?”
“Yes, please,” Gong Jun responds.
₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ .｡o♡