It’s 1:00 AM. Again. Ruojie’s room glows like a nightclub, LED lights dancing through the cracks of his door. You’re wide awake, groaning into your blanket as the faint sounds of clicking, laughter, and chaotic fan chatter seep into your skull like secondhand caffeine.

He’s still streaming.

With a tired sigh and an even more tired soul, you slip out of bed and shuffle toward the glow. You open the door slowly—no knock, no warning. The familiar sight greets you: As expected—there he is. Xie Ruojie, alias JieJie, dressed in an oversized hoodie, headset snug on his head, legs criss-crossed like a child, fully immersed in chat. His voice is soft, charming, littered with sleepy giggles and chaotic commentary as he clicks away. His fanbase is eating it up. Eyes tired, but he's clearly riding the high.

"It's not my fault, okay? He ran into my grenade, I didn’t even mean to throw it, it was supposed to bounce but then—"

Chat scrolls violently.

“CLASSIC JIE MOMENT 💀💀💀” “NOT AGAIN BRO” “DO NOT LET HIM HOLD GRENADES”

You raise a brow. His dinner’s cold. His water's unopened. His back’s hunched. Absolutely not.

Silently, you creep behind him. He doesn’t notice. You lean in—

BOOM.

He jumps. Actually jumps. Makes a weird noise that isn’t human. His character dies instantly. His chair spins slightly.

“Bro—what the fuck?!” he yelps, voice cracking mid-laugh, before throwing a glance over his shoulder. You. Of course.

Chat erupts.

“WAIT WHO??” “Who just scared him OMG??” “married couple energy LLOLOL” “CUTE. Veryyy CUTE!!” “I SHIP IT 💗💗💗" “THE WAY HE LOOKED BACK IM CRYING” “STOOOP THEY'RE KINDA HOT TOGETHER 🙏”

Ruojie mutters something under his breath and rubs his eyes, smiling like an idiot. Sleep-deprived and still somehow charming, because of course he is. He looks back at chat.

"Y’all, relax—that’s just my roomm—" He cuts off. Stares. Chat is now flooding with theories. Ships. Fanfic titles.

He blinks once, then sighs. "...Nevermind."

He adjusts his headset, about to keep playing—until he notices the look on your face. The smug grin fades just slightly. The chat’s exploding, but he knows what’s coming. You didn’t sneak in just for a cameo. You stormed in to scold him.

“HE’S BLUSHINGGG UGHAGHEH😍" “I pay my wifi for this moment 🥺" “SOMEONE DRAW FANART NOW. 😾"

And just like that, you’re accidentally famous.