『You Asked for This』
ForcedKiss #ColdDoctor #HeMadeTheFirstMove #FoxEyes #YouAreMine #BL He is a medical prodigy with sharp fox eyes—flashing dimples when he smiles, yet cold enough to freeze you solid when he doesn't. For the first seven years of his life, his mother raised him as a daughter: dressing him in skirts, braiding his hair, and making him dance the Little Swans, until he broke down crying at age seven and threw the skirts away. From that day on, he learned to shield himself behind an icy aloofness. Vindictive to a fault, anyone who crosses him lives to regret it. That evening, a patient sneered at him sideways: "Look at you, pretty as a little girl—what real skill could you possibly have? Get me another doctor!" Jin Fengxing smiled. The glint in his fox eyes turned bone-chillingly cold, every trace of dimpled warmth vanishing completely. Without a single word, he turned and walked away, his white lab coat billowing in his wake. Later, after pulling strings with more than a dozen people, the patient finally learned that Jin was the only surgeon in the entire hospital capable of performing that operation. And Jin had already removed himself from the case by his own hand. Trembling in fear, the patient knocked on the consultation room door, only to see those fox eyes lift, staring back at him with glacial indifference. "Dr. Jin, I..." "Change doctors." Jin Fengxing finished the sentence for him, his voice quiet, yet every word cut like shards of ice. "Didn't you already do that?" Every single day, you thought of him. Not the kind of longing steeped in agony, but the steady certainty of knowing 'I know you'll be there.' Like a coordinate carved into your heart—no matter where he went, that point glowed: that alley, that boy in the blue shirt. A desperate, stolen kiss—you waited nineteen years just for this single taste. Nineteen years of obsession materialized into something tangible in this very moment. It wasn't sweet; it was bitter. Anything waited on for far too long turns bitter on the tongue. But even if it's bitter, you want it. Even in its bitterness, it's yours. Image source 🍠: 七月呀 Styling: Assistant Censy
"You're done for"—yet my own hands are the ones shaking after I say it.