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xdjville · 1 year ago

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wayv and their own love languages

pairing: wayv x gn!reader

cw: mentions of sex in winwin's (only in words, no descriptions), yangyang (half)jokingly being a hater in xiaojun's, proof read but i'm tired

author's note: i had to physically stop myself from getting carried away with kun's so it wouldn't end up twice as long as the others man i love him

#kun

quality time

if it wasn't for kun being so busy, he would literally be glued to you at the hip. only with you around he's able to truly relax, you're like a power outlet that he can use to charge his battery. what you're doing doesn't really matter to him that much, he will enjoy anything as long as you're there, but the slow, quiet moments when you're both in your own worlds have to be the ones he cherishes the most. of course, he loves going out with you and having a blast too, but something about those occasions brings him a sense of domesticity and really lets him unwind. like when you're both in his studio - him at the desk, composing or working on lyrics, while you're on the couch in the back with your laptop, focused on your own tasks, the silence being broken only the few times that kun asks about your opinion on whatever he came up with, or when you stand up to get a drink and place a kiss on his cheek as you walk by. or it could be him cooking dinner for the two of you, showing off his skills as you sit on the counter, humming quietly to his playlist playing in the background. every now and then he'd turn around to give you a piece of the food he's making for a taste test, repaying each good idea of how to improve the dish with a kiss.

#ten

thinking about you

ten is pretty much thinking about you every second that he's awake (and sometimes in his dreams, too), he's never not thinking about you. he often gets reminded of you by random things, whether because he thinks there's a visual resemblance (he then usually sends you a photo and a "you lol"), because it's something you like, or because it's somehow connected to a shared memory of yours. he brings you up in conversations a lot too, to the point where some of his friends seem to know you quite well without having actually met you. when he's travelling, he always takes many photos to send you along with voice messages about how his day went, and buys souvenirs or little trinkets to gift you when he's back. on the rare occasion when he's grocery shopping on his own, he makes it his mission to find all of your favorite snacks, which more often than not gets him distracted from the list you had put together for him, so you end up with a bunch of candy and no dinner (which is exactly why him shopping alone is a rare occurance). he also really likes putting together playlists with songs that remind him of you, some of them he'll send and give you access to, but there's also a few he made private which he listens to on days when the longing feels worse than usual.

#winwin

"i love you"

to most, it might seem like not that big of a deal, but to winwin those three words hold more meaning than all other existing ones combined. a meaning that's so important and valuable, binding even, that he uses them carefully and scarcelly in order to not abuse them. for most of his life they were reserved only for the closest family members, then, although in a different sense, also for his fans. saying them romantically for the first time was a whole new sesantion to him, and to be honest it still feels a bit foreign and uncomfortable. not because he doesn't love you, that he sure does and he makes sure to show that in other ways, but actually saying it out loud just makes him feel so bare and out in the open. hence his "i love you"s are usually muttered into the crook of your neck when you're pressed together after making love, breathed against your lips when he breaks the kiss only for a second so you can't see his face gaining more color than it already had, or whispered into your ear as he gently strokes the back of your head, your tears soaking into his sweater.

#xiaojun

sharing

xiaojun doesn't really do this purposefully, as a way to show his affection, it's just that the concept of "mine" and "yours" genuinely doesn't exist in his mind when it comes to you. want a bite of his food? it's yours as much as it's his. out of moisturiser? you probably use the same brand anyways. really like that one hoodie of his? might as well have been yours in the first place. he never expects the same behavior in return, he's totally fine if you value your privacy and he makes sure that you understand each other's boundaries, but he never lets go of that "what's mine is yours" mindset either way. xiaojun really enjoys showing you off ("shoving your relationship into people's faces", as one german boy likes to call it), so you wearing his clothes or jewelry is his absolute favorite thing ever. he then stares at you with heart-shaped, sparkly eyes, a wide, lovesick grin on his face, and the tips of his ears burning red (to the german boy's disgust).

#hendery

being vulnerable with you

very few people get to see the other side of hendery than the cheerful, quirky self that he usually is. the side that's exhausted and afraid, that pains and ugly cries. a lot of doors have to opened to reach it, but he trusts you more than anything and anyone, ever. he doesn't think he could be any more real and unfiltered as he is with you, it's almost like it's more comfortable than when he's all alone. when you're there, he can just let everything go and express his feelings in a way that's most true to himself, without faking or conceiling anything. all those nights he spent crying because of his past, present, and future, because of his fears and scars and sorrows, you've been there for him. and although in the morning when you're tangled in your sheets with puffy faces and dry skin either of you knows better than to mention whatever was said that night, he's truly, deeply grateful, and each time he makes a promise to himself that one day he'll tell you that.

#yangyang

kissing

yangyang's nothing if not a kiss person. it's his favorite thing in the whole world, to be able to just connect your lips until he forgets his own name because yours is all he can think about. little pecks, french kisses, make out sessions, spiderman kisses - you name it, he loves all of them and they're all his favorites, as long as it's you who's on the other end. you often try to push him away because you just ate something with garlic, or because you have yet to brush your teeth in the morning, but none of that really matters to him. in fact, he cherishes every sensation that comes with it, be it a taste of what you ate, the feeling of your dry lips when you forget to put on chapstick, or a string of saliva that keeps you connected after you pull away - god, that one makes him go weak in the knees. he especially likes when you take the initiative, it makes him feel loved and all warm inside (he would never admit that though). and if you lead the kiss, maybe a bit riled up from something happening at work or because you've missed him? oh, he's a goner.

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tzuyusluv · 2 years ago

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❥ Soft Things Wayv Does

Kun

• Sends you videos of him singing songs. Sometimes he’ll choose a specific love song that he knows you like whenever you have a bad day

• When he wears rings, he’ll let you fiddle with them and occasionally will slip them onto your fingers

Ten

• Winks and smirks at you whenever he sees you watching him, especially when he works out

• Sends videos of his cats saying ‘Hi mom/dad, I miss you’ whenever he misses you and you’re not home

Winwin

• Teaches you how to dance and covers your body with his and sometimes he’ll peck your neck when you least expect it

• Sends you voice messages whenever something happens like he got a coffee or he saw a cute animal

Xiaojun

• Whenever you’re in a hot tub together, he’ll let you lean against his chest while he wraps his arms around your waist

• Has a necklace that has your name on it and if he sees you staring at him, he’ll take the necklace and kiss it while looking at you

Hendery

• Calling you Cantonese nicknames and if you don’t know what they mean, he’ll watch as you try to guess what it is, eventually giving you a kiss whenever you’ve given up or when you’ve gotten it right.

• Takes you places at night so you don’t have dispatch to deal with. When he feels bad about it, he’ll take you shopping in a smaller area that he knows dispatch doesn’t look around

Yangyang

• Sometimes he’ll go back and forth between languages to tease you before saying that he loves you and kissing you

• Takes you on strolls around gardens and flower shops and constantly says ‘these flowers are beautiful but not as beautiful as you’ etc

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yummyuta · 10 months ago

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rivalry retreat | x.j

♡ genre: slight angst & fluff, smut - mdni! | non idol/college wayv | forced proximity | enemies to lovers | word count: 3,939

♡ pairing: xiaojun x f. reader

♡ warnings: clothed grinding, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, fingering, lots of teasing

♡ summary: xiaojun and reader have a complicated relationship. what could go wrong when their friends invite them on a camping trip where they are determined to get the two of them together.

♡ authors note: late birthday post for xiaojun and first time writing for wayv! summer is ending, so i wanted to do something outdoorsy themed. i hope you enjoy!

♡ song recommendation:

the golden hues of the setting sun bathed the park in a warm glow as you strolled along the winding path, savoring the last few days of summer. the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant laughter of children at play filled the air with a sense of serene nostalgia. you had always loved this time of year, a brief interlude before the hustle of the school year resumed.

as you approached the park’s central gazebo, you saw the familiar faces of your friends. "look who finally decided to show!" hendery, the comedian of the group joked. you playfully rolled your eyes, smacking his arm smiling sweetly at the rest of the boys as you joined them at the table. you had been at home all day when suddenly you got a text with the address of the park and a time, nothing else. "what's the occasion?" you said a hint of confusion in your voice. you were happy to see everyone, but knowing these boys, they always had something up their sleeve.

ten handed you a cup of lemonade. “we were just thinking about how summer is ending and wanted to do something special before school starts."

"im listening," you urged them to continue taking a sip of the drink.

"we’re planning a camping trip next weekend," kun said. he always took charge, being the most organized out of the group. your eyes lit up with enthusiasm, as you immediately chimed in your support for the plan. it had been so long since you had been out to the mountains. you were so caught up in the excitement that you didn’t notice the brief, knowing glances exchanged between your friends.

the next few days flew past, and before you knew it was the weekend. you were riding in the car with kun driving, yangyang in the passenger seat constantly changing the music trying to find something appropriate to listen to, and hendery asleep and drooling on your lap in the backseat. these boys were like the brothers you never had, so you felt more than comfortable having them around for such a long journey. by the time you reached the camp grounds the sun with setting, you could see the faint horizon between the pine trees. you had arrived first, leaping out and stretching your legs before getting to work on setting up. you had just finished putting up your tent when the sound of of tires driving through the dirt alarmed you. that would be ten and winwin, you wondered what had been taking them so long.

they parked, as you all made your way over to greet them when suddenly a third body sprung out from the back seat. your blood started pumping, annoyance, and anger rising up inside of you. how could they bring him?! when he saw you, he scoffed, "really? she's here."

"i should be saying that to you, who invited him?" ten quickly realizing the tension of the situation stepped between to intervene, "lets not do this already. cant you guys play nice for 5 minutes. its been too long since we all were together like this."

you anxiously tapped your feet. you didnt want to fight and ruin the weekend. you were here for your friends, surely it wouldn't be too hard to avoid the man standing in front of you. you made brief eye contact with xiaojun, before backing off and shrugging your shoulders, "ill try to be on my best behavior but i make no promises", you said before walking off and helping hendery collect firewood.

xiaojun stood there watching you for a moment, his stomach churning as he saw hendery put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the darkness. "come on xiaojun, you can help with dinner" kun tapped him on the shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.

after you all ate, bellies full, and heads slightly spinning from sipping on booze from your flasks, it was time to head to bed. you stumbled into your tent first, cozying up in your sleeping bag. by the time your head hit the pillow, your body instantly relaxing, you were just about to pass out until you heard shouting. "YOU FORGOT YOUR TENT!" kun screeched. you quickly unzipped your tent before going out to see what the commotion was. you saw xiaojun pointing his finger at kuns chest as they were in each others faces. "i thought i was sharing with someone. that's what you told me!" he yelled back. "y/n has room, i guess you could bunk with her." yangyang chimed in.

all eyes went to you, your jaw nearly hanging to the ground. "no no no, he can sleep out here with the bears for all i care. theres no way this is happening!" it was one thing to deal with being around him in a group, but in such close contact, you surely would kill each other. "oh come on y/n we are all tired, hendery and yangyang are sharing, so are winwin and ten and i only have a single person tent. this is the only way it works." kun pleaded with you. always the bargainer that one. it almost felt like the universe was working against you. seriously, first they dont say anything about him showing up, and now he conveniently doesn't have a place to stay it felt so calculated, but surely this was just bad karma or something. again, not wanting to be a buzzkill you gave in. walking back to your tent, crawling in, and leaving it open as an invitation for xiaojun.

you heard murmured "goodnights" and "sweet dreams" as everyone went off to sleep, leaving you and xiaojun back to back, chests heaving in a mix of anxiety and frustration. "for the record, i didn't know you were going to be here, i wouldn't have come otherwise." you finally decided to speak to him. the tension in there was suffocating. it was silent for a few moments. "i'll find a way to bribe hendery into switching tomorrow night. surely you would be faaaar more cozy with him, " he huffed. you turned around, feeling his gaze on you. "what the hell is that supposed to mean?!" he couldnt have been insuiting what you thought. and even if you and hendery were a thing, what business is it to him? he is the very last person on earth who should be sticking his nose in your dating life. "dont play dumb, i know all about his little crush on you, although i dont get what exactly he sees in you. he could do far better," he smirked. this is exactly what xiaojun did, always pushing your buttons.

you and him had a complicated history. you had known each other since high school and he always needed to be the best in everything. he was your rival, he also dated your ex best friend, and turned her against you. in college you finally thought you got away from him. that is until one day, you were eating lunch with yangyang and hendery and suddenly yangyang waved someone over to your table.

"xiaojun, long time no see! how have you been?"yangyang greeted his friend. it couldn't be him, not your xiaojun, right? you turned, and your worst fears were in front of you. quickly getting up and running away before anyone had a chance to question you. although your friends loved you, they had connections with him long before you even were around, and you ultimately had to come to respect that. you couldn't afford to lose them.

you snapped out of the memory, xiaojuns sick gaze still on you, "cat got your tongue," he said, breath hot on your face. it wasn't even worth it to argue with him. giving him a reaction is exactly what he wanted anyway. you were determined to be the bigger person, so you turned back around and screwed your eyes shut as tight as possible, hoping you would wake up from this nightmare as soon as possible. you felt him shift behind you, leaning over you for a minute, you peeked your eyes open, just as his hand was hovering over the switch of the lantern that was by your side. "looks like your fire is dying out." he remarked as he turned off the light before leaning back on his side. "you are an asshole" you mumbled under your breath. he lowly chuckled "or not" was the last thing you heard before finally drifting off to sleep. this was going to be a long trip.

morning came quicker than you had hoped. as you began to rise, you felt something poking against your back. you moved slightly, a groan emmiting from behind you. xiaojun moved this time, up and down his clothed cock pressed on your ass. sighs and whimpers emmiting from his lips. he actually sounded kinda cute all worked up like this. "y/n...just like that" he whispered, voice a bit raspy yet still high pitched. you sat there letting him use you for his own pleasure, orgasm rising in him. you felt your thighs stick together slightly, you cant believe you were kinda getting turned on by this. it was wrong but it gave you power back.

you shook your hips moving in tandem with him. you imagined what he could have been dreaming about. you thought of him lifting your leg slightly, sliding your bottoms off and slipping his tip in, while his hand snuck around to play with your clit or tits. his moans getting louder freed you from the moment. it took you a few seconds to realize before you leapt up from the ground. eyes wide as you saw xiaojuns still sleeping form. now shuddered in disjust that you were so close to him, and at the fact he couldn't control his...manlihood. you ran out of the tent, ten, kun and winwin already gathered around the campfire starting breakfast. "shes alive!" ten came up to hug you, smoothing out your bed head. "the question is, did xiaojun make it through the night or did she smother him with a pillow?" winwin chimed in. you fake laughed, your suffering was being used as entertainment for the weekend.

at the mention of his name, xiaojun stumbled out of the tent. "speak of the devil," you went to hide behind kuns figure. hugging him tightly, digging your face in his back. being your safe place was his job, it was the least he could do after putting you in this position. he chuckled as you squeezed his stomach, "you know you dont actually have anything to worry about right?" he said grabbing your hands and pulling you in front of him. "you dont know that!" you sulked, "his mission is to make my life a living hell im certain of it" you pointed a finger accusingly at him before adding, "and YOU are not helping!" you stomped away, not wanting to hear a lecture. you felt xiaojuns eyes burning holes through your backside as you made your back into the tent to get ready for the day ahead.

after you had your fill of breakfast, you hiked your way over to the lake, carrying your towels, beach chairs, and a cooler filled with plenty of alcoholic refreshments, which you would be needing lots of if you were going to survive a day around xiaojun. your plan was simple to avoid him at all costs by soaking up the sun and sipping on wine coolers. however, he clearly had other plans.

as you took your swim cover off, revealing your bikini hendery and yangyang whistled and cheered. the catcalling came with hanging out with a bunch of horny teenage boys you were used to it. xiaojun rolled his eyes at them, "so immature," he thought. you went to sit down on your lounge chair when a figure blocked you taking your spot. you scoffed, "seriously, what is your problem?!" xiaojun outstretched his legs, shielding his eyes with his sunglasses as he smirked at you, "there's no problem." you were already getting fed up, moving to push him off when he grabbed your wrist, yanking you towards his face, "dont you dare try that again, " he scolded. your mind was screaming at him to let you go, yet your body stilled. your chest pressed slightly against his own as your eyes flew quickly around the feautures of his face. his deep brown eyes, strong brows and jawline, curved pink lips. he was actually not nauseating to look at when he wasn't pissing you off.

the sound of splashing broke you out of your trance. "sorry..." you mumbled to the man in front of you. your walls crumbling down, it was like he had lit a fire in you for a moment that couldn't be sustained and quickly died out. you broke away from him. you suddenly felt woozy, as you made your way to a spot in between winwin and ten. "you alright?" winwin asked quietly. he wasnt the most talkative amongst your friends but he was kind nonetheless, and honestly that energy was exactly what you needed right now. "not exactly...but dont worry", you replied. he smiled sadly at you before tapping your bare knee in remorse. he knew this entire plan was a bad idea, and he felt bad now for not speaking up sooner.

hours had passed, you were engrossed in your book, finally feeling at peace admist the chaos. moments like this, you realized this trip wasn't all that bad, and it could be redeemed. that lasted all of five minutes before hendery was screeching at you to come in the water. you shook your head, putting your foot down, and attempted to focus on your book. all of a sudden, a pair or arms wrapped under your knees lifting you off the ground and carrying you bridal style. you dropped your book, lifting your sunglasses as your body thrashed around in the mans arms. you looked up, eyes adjusting to the light, trying to make out who was holding onto you so tightly. you were thrown into the water, holding your breath as your head sank under the water for a few seconds.

when you popped up, gasping for air, you were met with the horror of xiaojun in front of you. you turned around in adversion, as you saw yangyang swimming out of the lake with hendery. you watched from the distance as kun, ten and winwin packed up. they were leaving you! with your nemesis. it all clicked fully to you now that this was their plan all along. well you weren't playing around and you attempted to swim back to the dock. xiaojun quickly caught up to you, catching your hand under the water squeezing tightly, "wait!" you whipped your head around. "is this seriously some kind of sick joke? did you put them up to this?!" you accused. you were infuriated, rage coursing through your veins. he sat there stunned, as you tore into him with your words. "you know i thought maybe one day you would grow up, but you are still the same old miserable boy, who has nothing better to do than torment me! was taking away my best friend and destroying my high school years, not enough for you? seriously, how long do you plan on treating me like this?!" all your thoughts busted out of you. you felt defeated and tired.

you continued to ramble on until your chest gave out. breathing unsteady as you kept yourself afloat. "are you done now?" xiaojun asked. you just stared in his eyes, a spark still apparent you just nodded. "good" he remarked before grasping your hip, pulling you closer to him and crashing his lips to yours. you balled up your fists, punching his chest, but to your suprise, the kiss ignited a feeling in your stomach. it wasn't wrath, and you didn't want to believe it, but it was lust. you weren't thinking, your lips moving on their own, as your body began to relax. his tongue poked its way into your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands grabbing your ass to keep hold of you. you dont know how he was capable of kissing you so feverishly while also making his way over to the dock. he lifted you up by the waist setting you down on the ledge, fingers gliding down the inside of your thighs. you finally broke away from him, as he continued to roam your body, "quit teasing me, jerk" you sighed, "quit being a brat, babe" he smirked.

it took everything in you to resist slapping him, you had no idea what you were doing you just were done with all the pent up stress. if it was caused by your enemy surely it was his responsibility to take care of it. he slipped his middle finger in you, slowly moving it in and out. it wasnt enough, you rocked back and forth but he stopped. "beg for it" he demanded. you couldnt believe this, "come on, for once in your god damn life be nice to me, you owe me that much!" you pleaded. that seemed to be good enough for him and he moved again, adding in his index finger this time. his pace was inconsistent, bringing you to the edge just to take it away from you again. he looked at you with his mouth wide open, he had you in the palm of his hands...literally. this is all hes wanted for longer than he would like to admit.

to tell the truth, he liked you plain and simple. he was jealous of your friend so he took her away from you hoping you would retaliate and finally see him. he didnt think that plan out very well though. so after highschool he moved to plan b, that day at the park he was going to start over, apologize to you, but the minute you saw him and ran, he knew this would be a much bigger challenge. at the time the boys didnt want to get involved, afraid you would disown them all if you found out. it wasnt until they saw the obvious deep rooted desire and longing from both sides that they decided to take matters into their own hands. xiaojun had caught on the moment he was invited he just refrained from saying anything silently putting his trust in their plan.

he was aware of what he did that morning and how you reacted to it, he picked up on the hint you may have shared his feelings earlier on the beach chair as well. now it was his turn to take control. for the final time he sped his fingers inside you curling them repeatedly. your moans echoing through the forest. you were close to your peak when this time you pulled him up to meet him in a feverish kiss. you whined out a "fuuuckkkk" into his mouth as you released all over his slender fingers.

he removed your bottoms fully, before pulling you back into the water. you were standing on your tip toes, back pressed against one of the wooden poles of the dock. tongues fighting for dominance when you felt his cock pressed against you once again causing you to shudder but in pleasure this time. "fuck me" you urged him. "whats the magic word?" you rolled your eyes. you knew he wanted you badly yet he still insisted on messing around with you. "put it in...NOW" you growled. he stared you down, not budging "use your manners, pretty girl" you wanted to put up a fit, but your legs were twitching, growing more incredibly sexually frustrated the more you denied yourself. you looked up at him, water droplets sliding down your face, dragging a hand down palming him through his swim trunks. "pretty please with a cherry on top, fuck me," you emphasized.

he quickly rid himself of his shorts tossing them next to yours before hiking a leg up and grinding against your core once more. you closed your eyes getting lost in the feeling, he was a tease but you loved it. "hold on tight" he said before slamming into you. you gasped throwing your head back as it banged slightly against the dock. the water swaying around you as he thrusted deeply into your pussy. you couldnt stand up on one leg anymore so you repositioned your self, bringing your other one up to instinctively wrap around his waist. you let out a shrill scream when his cock hit your gspot causing you to clench around him. his dick twitched inside you as he let out a "shit baby, you like how i fuck you?" you only let out more sounds at his words. he kept running his mouth, smacking into you. he let out everything, the filthiest words. it only made you wetter, even though you were already submerged in the lake.

you were rapidly approaching your second orgasm, closing your eyes keeping yourself together as you choked out sobs. his hold on you was unbreakable. xiaojun used as much force as he could, fighting the currents of the lake and his own impending pleasure. you had to admit it to yourself at this point. maybe a part of yourself had always craved his touch. ever since you met him you were filled with this undeniable passion although it manifested itself in a strange way.

he was forceful, nails biting into your ass as he held you down onto his cock. the sun was setting, glistening on you both. wet hair flipping in the air, as he vigioursly filled you up. "xiaojun please" was all you could make out. your mind was going blank, you couldnt care about the past anymore. all that mattered was that he was satisfying you in a way you could have never even dreamed of. the dam finally broke, as xiaojun kissed you and said "look at me and cum." you let yourself go completely, your cum mixing with his as he dripped out of you. you stayed in his arms, finding a newfound solace in them.

you werent sure if you trusted yourself to speak. "im sorry" xiaojun confessed. "ive been horrible to you, but if you give me the chance, i like you and would like to start showing you that." his cheeks flushed pink, a small adorable smile appearing om his face. behind his harsh deamenor he had a sweet and cute side. "you dont know how long ive waited to hear those words" you quietly said smiling back at him. "call a ceasefire?" you asked putting your hand out for his to shake. "you win" he said pulling you into a heartwarming kiss.

as you made your way back to the campsite, hand in hand, you made eye contact with the rest of your friends. "holy shit our plan actually worked!" hendery exclamained, high fiving yangyang. "i never thought id see the day" ten said, wiping a fake tear from his eye. you looked over at xiaojun, impressed that your friends could actually organize a scheme like this. "i told you they had arranged this" he said casually, kissing you on the cheek, and dragging you to your tent before any of them could bombard the two of you with questions. the night was filled with your soft sighs, and words of confession as you made amends with your enemy turned lover.

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winwintea · 1 year ago

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how wayv would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n

how wayv members would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n. PAIRING ▸ wayv x reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS ▸ mentions of: bl//d (o) and g/ns (u), very angsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i watched the winwin and ten lovely dance cover again and cried because im an emotional trainwreck... REGARDLESS. idk actually how this prompt came to me but damn

Qian Kun

Kun’s lips are pursed together, his eyes widen at the sight of you. With your blood stained cheeks, mixed with your murky tears, you were covered head to toe in… red. He looks you up and down before demanding angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” His voice is loud and clear, and you can’t help but choke up a few sobs in response, unable to answer him. Kun grabs the gun out of your hands, and embraces you in a tight hug. This time his voice begins to crack and it’s a lot softer, “What did you do…?”

Ten

Ten was so caught off guard by the blood, he didn’t even notice the gun in your hands. “Holy SHIT! What the hell, y/n?” Strings of curses followed, but you couldn’t do anything but just sob uncontrollably. Ten gazes into your teary eyes. It’s hard to see your face clearly, since it’s covered in blood. Although Ten had no idea what you did, you had come to him for help. He grabs your shoulders and presses his face close to yours, and gives you a comforting smile, “Come inside. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He would be your rock. He would be your shield. He would protect you. Always.

Dong Si Cheng

Winwin has mixed feelings as soon as he sees you at the door. He’s definitely shocked, but hides it well. The gun was directed towards Winwin, but your hands were shaking, trembling. You were a wreck, a blubbering mess. He places his hand upon yours, slowly lowering the gun. “Why don’t you put the gun down and tell me what happened?” His voice has a soothing and calming edge to it. He embraced you in a hug, rubbing your back, as he whispered in your ear, “It’s going to be okay.” And that’s almost enough to make you believe his words. Almost.

Xiao De Jun

Xiaojun cursed as soon as he saw you. “Woah…” He held his hands up in defense, eyeing you carefully. His eyes nervously glanced around the area, wondering if any of his neighbors might take notice. You remained silent, your shaky fingers still wrapped around the gun. The scent of blood fills the air, which Xiaojun notices as quite fresh. Once his shock has worn over, he finally breaks the silence, “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to be here all day?”

Wong Kun Hang

Hendery is just at a loss for words. The first thing he says to you, trying to process everything going on in front of him is, “Oh. That looks… messy.” (no shit) Hendery stands there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. He looks into your eyes and stares back at his reflection. There’s nothing left he realizes. Whatever you did, whatever caused this mess… didn’t matter. You would never be the same. The person he once knew, was gone. Lost forever. And he could never get you back.

Liu Yang Yang

Yangyang hadn’t expected you to turn up at his doorstep, much less covered in blood. “I’m trying not to freak out… but is the blood yours?” You shook your head, and he stared at you, in awe for a second. He put his hands around your shoulders, and felt how much you were shaking. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, he brought you inside, wrapped a towel around your body, and quickly filled a bucket with water so he could wash you off. “Yangyang…” You called out to him, your voice still trembling, “Do you trust me?"

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star-eyed-angels · 5 months ago

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WAYV Reaction | FLUFF/CRACK | When they try to bake Christmas Cookies

On the sixth day of Christmas, I bring this gift to you. Six batches of cookies

In which your boyfriend tries to make Christmas cookies for the first time

Warnings: None

A/N: Day 5 of mini-Ficmas. A very belated posting, but I still wanted to make sure I had all of these out before the end of the year, bear with me as I format the rest of them 🥲

FICMAS

MASTERLIST

KUN

Have you seen all the things this man can do? He’s quite literally the jack of all trades. Diving? ✅ Drifting ✅ Cooking ✅ You think baking is going to stop him? Absolutely not. This man has it locked tf down. You have no idea why he even called you to the dorm for help in the first place.

“Baby, you don’t even need my help,” you whine out from your place on the counter. You’ve spent the entire time watching him bake in the kitchen.

“I need my own personal cheerleader rooting for me,” he says. You let out a groan at the cheesy comment, rolling your eyes at him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you grumble.

He pecks your lips, once then twice before turning his attention back to the tray of fresh cookies.

TEN

Walking disaster. He’s doing his very best… at being chaotic. You honestly can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose or not. (He is.)

“Ten. Babe, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you say watching him sprinkle another spoonful of crushed potato chips into the dough.

“It’ll be fine!” he says. You grimace as you watch him give up using the spoon in favor of pouring it straight from the bag.

“It’ll be like a nice surprise,” he shrugs, tossing in another handful of what looks to be clumps of marshmallows.

“Right, nice…” you say. You do your best to keep your voice neutral, trying to be supportive. Ten gives you another smile before going back to mixing his cookies. You shudder at the sound of crunching as he mixes the dough. When his back is turned you pull out your phone, sending an s.o.s. text to the group chat.

WINWIN

Sicheng is so shy in the kitchen. He’s nervous every step of the way and is constantly looking to you for reassurance. Even at the most basic of steps.

“Baby it looks fine,” you say. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve uttered the phrase in the past hour.

“Are you sure?” he asks. He glances down at the cookies, like they’re from another planet, giving you a wary glance.

“Yes,” you repeat. Again another word that’s lost its meaning at this point.

There’s a beat of silence as he continues to stare at the tray, biting his lip in hesitation.

“But-” he starts. You’re quick to cut him off, giving him a pointed look.

“Sicheng, put your cookies in the oven before I throw them at you,” you say sternly.

“Okay,” he says, immediately following your instructions.

XIAOJUN

Tries so hard but still manages to fail. He’s doing his best, really he is. But he and the kitchen just do not mix. He’d turned down your offers to help, stating he knew exactly what he was doing. Now he’s clearly regretting his past self’s decisions.

“And you followed the recipe?” you ask. The question comes out garbled, you’ve still got part of the cookie in your mouth. Your face contorts at the taste, despite your best efforts. It definitely does not taste like the chocolate chip cookies he set out to make.

“I memorized it,” he runs his hands through his hair. He looks far more dishelved than he should after baking.

You can only offer him a nod. It’s taking all of your effort and willpower to swallow the cookie remaining in your mouth. You swallow with an audible gulp, grimacing at the accompanying after taste. He stares at you in anticipation, waiting for your opinion.

“There’s nothing wrong with store bought cookies,” you suggest, giving him a guilty smile.

He groans at your reaction, dropping his face against the counter with a soft thud.

HENDERY

Could absolutely care less about the cookies. He’s just here for a good time. In the end you’re the one doing all the work for him. You're literally mixing in the last ingredient when you realize what’s happened.

“You brat, You haven’t helped at all!” You hiss. Your boyfriend only grins, ignoring the frown you give him.

“You offered to help!” he shoots back, pointing an accusatory finger towards you.

“Yeah! With some tips, not making your cookies for you!” You grumble, still continuing to portion out the cookies into even amounts.

He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Maybe, but now I’ll have the best cookies,” he sing-songs, pressing a kiss to your cheek sweetly.

You can only huff, shooting him a dirty look as he perches himself on top of the counter beside you. With a final curse under your breath, you pick up the tray and place it into the oven.

YANGYANG

The cookies he makes are normal. He however, is far from it. He spends most of the time goofing off. By the end of his baking session you’ve aged about five years.

“See they look fine! You were worried for nothing!” he waves a hand dismissively as he continues plating his cookies.

“To be fair, you almost set the kitchen on fire,” you say. Thirty minutes prior he’d managed to somehow set a kitchen towel on fire. He’d set it on the stove, that he’d turned on for god knows what. You’d nearly had a heart attack when he showed it to you. Waving it like a flag as the flame ate away at the fabric.

“Hey! It wasn’t that big!” he pouts.

You roll your eyes, throwing the burnt towel at him in response. He huffs, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Just for that, you’re not getting any of my cookies,” he says, scooting the plate away from you.

#wayv reactions #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv x reader #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #writing #✍🏼

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zeroseuniverse · 3 months ago

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Confessional Chaos

Word Count: 536 Summary:Because if there was one thing he knew, it was that Xiaojun, Yangyang, Ten, and Hendery were going to absolutely ruin it. Pairing: Winwin X Reader (Kun is best boy in this)

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Kun knew this was going to be a disaster from the moment Winwin nervously confessed his plan.

"I... I want to tell them how I feel. Today. At sunset. By the river," Winwin had said, fidgeting with his sleeves, his ears tinged red. Kun, the ever-responsible leader, had nodded supportively, already calculating how much damage control would be needed to ensure the confession went smoothly.

Because if there was one thing he knew, it was that Xiaojun, Yangyang, Ten, and Hendery were going to absolutely ruin it.

Step one: Keep the menaces occupied.

Kun had arranged for a conveniently timed group outing, dropping tickets for an amusement park into the hands of his four chaotic bandmates. "Go. Have fun. Do NOT come back before 8 PM."

He should've known better.

Step two: Expect betrayal.

"I can’t believe you thought that would work," Ten cackled as he swung an arm around Kun’s shoulders, appearing out of nowhere like a ghost of impending doom. Behind him stood Xiaojun, Hendery, and Yangyang, each grinning with the kind of mischief that sent a chill down Kun’s spine.

"We would never miss Winwin’s big moment!" Xiaojun declared, holding a suspicious-looking bag. "We just want to... enhance it."

"You’re going to ruin it," Kun deadpanned.

"Tomato, tomahto," Yangyang chirped, tossing a handful of flower petals into the air for dramatic effect.

Step three: Damage control.

Kun spent the next hour in an exhausting game of cat and mouse, intercepting and neutralizing every one of their ridiculous plans.

Xiaojun had prepared a speaker to blast a romantic ballad at full volume. Kun "accidentally" dropped it into the river.

Yangyang tried to release doves mid-confession. Kun replaced them with plush bird toys.

Ten wanted to set off fireworks. Kun hid the matches and replaced the box with harmless sparklers.

Hendery? He had somehow acquired a fog machine. Kun yanked the power cord out before it could turn the serene riverside into a budget horror movie set.

Step four: The last stand.

It was finally time. Winwin stood under the golden hues of the sunset, nervously smoothing down his shirt as Y/N approached. Kun wiped the sweat from his brow, watching from a safe distance. He had done it. He had prevented total catastrophe.

Or so he thought.

Because at that exact moment, a giant, inflatable banner unfolded behind Winwin, displaying the words: "MARRY ME, Y/N???" in horrifically uneven lettering.

Kun turned slowly, expression blank.

Hendery grinned proudly. "It was supposed to say ‘Will you be mine?’ but I ran out of space."

Before Kun could strangle him, Winwin—bless his heart—ignored it completely, gazing at Y/N with earnest eyes.

"I really like you," he said softly, voice steady despite his nerves. "I don’t need big gestures or anything flashy. I just want you to know that."

There was a beat of silence. Then they smiled—warm, fond, and a little amused. "I like you too, Winwin."

The cheering that erupted was so loud Kun feared for his eardrums. The four troublemakers tackled Winwin in a celebratory hug while Kun groaned into his hands.

At least they didn’t set anything on fire this time.

Small victories.

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poppinlovemp4 · 7 months ago

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what are your thoughts on each nct member

im crying there are 22 of you here thats fewer people than nct. who's sending me this. anyway im bored so ill answer... really long obviously there are so many guys

i dont have any thoughts on the wish members ive never streamed idk any of their names and i'll keep it that way bless their hearts. or not idk

jisung: idgaffff his dancing is overhyped and he's charmless to me and i hate deepvoice rappers forever

chenle: probably nicest voice in dream but that's a really low bar. dont really have other thoughts. i've heard he cares a lot about basketball which can either be charming or offputting i dont know enough about him to say

yangyang: thats OOMF top 3 in ncity to me <3 i really did not care about him all when i was first entering weishenville sorry for my anti-kpop rapper bias but he's soooo fun to watch onstage. imo the only one other than ten obviously who's got a good handle on #It. and he has the cutest smile ever probably. and i like him :-)

jaemin: idgaf i literally cannot think of a single thing to say here

haechan: seems like an unsavoury bloke from what i've seen of his scandals and i hate his voice so so so badly like when i first listened to 127 on purpose i had to pause and look up a lyric video to see whose voice i hated so much. good performer though

jeno: least fave nct member and i dont like many of them. disband

renjun: hope he's feeling better these days. no further thoughts

hendery: thats OOMF but kind of less than the rest of wayv sorry.. he's like one of the only idols ever i think is genuinely funny the way he speaks and acts is so 😭 i really dont know how he comes up with any of it. was sincerely baffled when i found out he wasnt wasian

xiaojun: he's all right

mark: ive literally never been impressed by any performance ive seen from him idk WHERE people get the all rounder genius idol thing from it's not showing #ToMe!!! the originator of many fave reaction images though so he's okay in my book

jungwoo: idgaf. wait no back when djj was announced people kept comparing him to xiumin in cbx to justify his place there (as in 2 main vocals / guy who isn't a main vocal) and he is not xiumin he could never dream of having my beautiful sister's charisma uniqueness nerve or talent! other than that idgaf

winwin: saw the news today hope he heals all righttt and it's nothing too serious... as an idol he brings nothing to the table except cuteness and that's not very important to me so i hope his career in cn thrives bless

jaehyun: tbh when nct first debuted i hated him so badly for literally no reason like his face just made me so mad. and look at us now <3 he is my entire 127 tag. i liked his debut so i'll continue following his solo career and he's also funny to me but i can't say that without feeling like jaehyun tote bag tweet

ten: thats OOMF another top 3 member <3 he's EVERYTHINGGGG imo the only nct member who's like absolutely a star & built to be a soloist.. i cannot wait for his second albummm i love his vision he is so so so so insanely talented it boggles the mind. and also so cool... i rarely think idols are cool but he is so cool

doyoung: he's a crazy ass hater with an evil spirit but i kind of fuck with it idk if i had to pick a second fave 127 member it would probably be him he's funny to watch. i streamed from little wave a few times also

kun: thats OOMF every time he's mentioned that he was the one who pushed for a certain song/production choice (new ride being in gmt, the strings at the end of omy) it's been one of my favourite parts of whatever the final product is so i really appreciate that. ten's kinda right about him he's so old but it's really charming to me

yuta: idrgaf. i thought his solo debut was interesting ill be giving his future stuff exactly one stream and perhaps more if the execution improves

taeyong: i think it's so funny how everyone buys the cutesy act he started going hard on immediately after his bullying scandal came out😭 loved his work on baby don't stop & call d. hated his work on everything else. every time his verse on rv's cover of be natural comes on i take a moment to curse him out

johnny: from chicago and yet so deeply charmless he gives this beautiful city a bad name. disband

#ask #talk tag #this was fun actually

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ningningspapafrita · 2 months ago

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BELLA

CHAPTER 5.

OPEN YOUR EYES

Xiaojun stared off into the dark abyss of the distance from the top of the clubs building, and with each explosion, light, and sound from the fireworks, Xiaojun would flinch. He and Kun should be in their respective homes being normal citizens, but with everything going on, Xiaojun felt nothing but hopeless and scarred for the rest of his life.

He turns around and waves over a distractracted kun. "Ahem! Hey, yo Shark Tank, let me catch your ear for a second?" Kun pauses his conversation with Hendery just as Lucas lights another set of fireworks.

Kun snickers as he walks up to him. "I got to tell you, I'm having an amazing time, and these are not bad people."

"Kun, they're bad people."

The older man shakes his head in indifference towards Xiaojuns words. "Okay. They're drug dealers, and I get all of that."

"Kun, listen to me, listen to me."

"Uh huh?" Kun sighs

Xiaojun's eyes were glossy, but his expression remained placid. "Earlier... at the condo...-"

The conversation is cut off when Kun is called over by an ecstatic Yang Yang. "Shark Tank, come here!"

Kun looks away from Xiaojun to Yang Yang. "Oooh, now hold on, mothafucka!" He says with zero malice as he points excitedly.

Kun looked back and smiled playfully at the trembling Xiaojun. "Okay. We'll just have a couple more drinks, and we'll just go see where Ten's at, alright?"

Xiaojun returned the smile without humor as Kun stifled a laugh behind his teeth. "I never get to go out, I never go out. I am doing something that Doyoung asked." Kun lifts a finger. "This is for my marriage. These drinks are for my marriage."

Xiaojun just reluctantly nods with Kun's request.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Dejun. I can not tell you how much I appreciate that." He finishes with a pat on the arm. Xiaojun could only vacantly stare as Kun runs over to Yang Yang.

"Ay, Shark Tank, you better hurry up! We about to light up this bitch!"

"Oh shit, mothafucka!"-

For obvious reasons, Xiaojun couldn't feel any sort of joy for the man, and for the sake of his sanity, he'd try to avoid the other men for the rest of the night. Xiaojun glances up abruptly to see the object of his nightmares approaching.

"You good?" Winwin lightly shoves him. Xiaojun could only force out a laugh. "Hahaha... you got me on that one."

Winwin just stared back at him with an unreadable expression. "Seriously, are you okay?" He asked concerningly empathic.

Xiaojun peered off into the night, not meeting the others' eyes. "Shit got crazy back there, huh?"

"You ain't never seen nobody get killed before?"

Xiaojun looks around for a moment, nearly dropping his act. "Uhm, yeah I've seen people get killed before.... by me."

Winwin just listened on.

"I was just trying to say, in smtown, we handle our business a little bit more professionally."

"Mmm-hmm. Okay." Winwin said with an unamused side eye.

Xiaojun looks over once again, he's met with Winwin's gaze, surprised to find he seemed warm and grateful. "But I just wanted to thank you for earlier...."

Xiaojun blinks. "For what?"

Winwin lays a gentle hand over the others. "For helping me kill those people."

Xiaojun seemed taken aback. Was he being labeled a murderer? Cause he's not a murderer!

"No, no. You did that on your own." Xiaojun said. Winwin tilts his head to grin at him. "No, it's kind of like we killed them together."

"Nah, I think it's more like you murdered them on your own." Xiaojun mutters out, hiding his fear. The gang member's eyes twinkled, concerningly enough, in a way Xiaojun had found absolutely adorable.

Winwin hums. "But I couldn't have done it without you..."

"I agree to disagree with that one." Xiaojun said indignantly. Winwin chuckles. "We killed them together."

"Well, legally speaking... I did not help you." Xiaojun's voice fell to a whisper as he felt a magnetic force pulling him in closer to the man in front of him. Xiaojun just couldn’t stop himself. Winwins eyes trailed down to his lips.

Xiaojun yelps nearly tumbling over. He fortunately caught himself on time just as Winwin apologized. "Yo you good? You were just getting way too fucking close?" Winwin cringed.

"Yeah, it's just my uh, my knee." He sniffles, wrinkling his nose awkwardly.

Winwin glares. "Alright, why don't we head in."

"Oh. Okay.."

"Yeah, go on."

Xiaojun lets out a pained groan when Winwin unintentionally slaps his ass to nudge him forward. "Alright, y'all, let's go to this party, man." Winwin shouts.

"Hell yeah!"

The other 4 guys cheer as they head down into the packed club.

The time seemed to have become a blur for Xiaojun after he'd lost sight of everybody. he pushes his through the drunken and swaying crowd and scans the room diligently, searching for the familiar face he was hoping to see. People bump into him and slur their words as Xiaojun held back gags at the accumulated musty smell, but he barely registers their presence as he remains laser focused on finding Kun.

He finds his cousin in the middle of an awkward solo dance session near the bar.

"Kun!"

"Oh shit! Hey!"

"You said one drink!" Xiaojun shouts over the blasting music.

Kun let's out an inaudible laugh. "Hey, but we're turning it out, man!"

"It's not "turn out," it's "turn up"! And it's time to turn down, Kun!"

Kun takes a sip in a way that was probably too long to be considered a sip from his drink. He burps and slaps a jabs Xiaojuns bicep. "Okay, I see what's going on." Kun giggles. "You're just mad because they like Shark Tank more than they like Tectonic. And I'm sorry, I just have a lot of personality. I don't know what to tell you, Dejun."

Xiaojun mouth gaped with pinched brows. "What? First of all I don't care if they like Shark Tank more than Tectonic. They're murderers!"

Kun came to his senses for a moment and peers around to check for any listening ears. "Alright..." Xiaojun had a point.

"And second of all, no, they don't!" Xiaojun retorts.

Lucas came running over and jumped on Kun. "YO TANK!" Kun focuses on putting Lucas down. "LUCAS! HAHAHA."

Lucas and Kun do a strange handshake. Xiaojun wonders when in this whole god forsaken day they'd have time to do that.

Lucas takes the blunt from between his lips and chuckles. "Yo, Shark Tank, you aight?"

Kun raises his arms in the air. "WORD TO BIG BIRD IM ALRIGHT, MOTHAFUCKA!"

Xiaojun is still a bit upset by the comment about his role of Tectonic and tries his luck at impressing Lucas. "Hey, Lucas." He let's out "let me show you how we smoke weed in smtown."

Lucas handed over the blunt with no further questions. Xiaojun raises it to his lips and takes a large hit. Kun let's a sour looks graze his expression for a moment.

"That's my boy, right here. He knows how to do it right." Kun says to Lucas. Xiaojun holds out the blunts with a slick smile. "Yo Shark Tank!" Xiaojun watched his cousin gulp nervously. "You're turn, motherfucker. " Xiaojun said, eye's blown open.

Kun immediately gets defensive. "Well, you know I'm one of them pipe smokers, you know?" He explains, his eyes darting between the two.

Lucas bit his cheek and begins to dig in his pocket. "You say pipe? I got this from Ten, but i didn't need it. " Kun nervously takes the pipe and lighter from his hands and reluctantly brings it up to his mouth. The pressure seemed to amp when he can feel Lucas and Xiaojun towering over him.

"Just gotta light it up... woo.... gonna be delicious."

Kun swallowed down the air, managing to hold back a cough in the process. He takes note of the strong lime flavor.

Lucas suddenly pulled up his own shirt. "I ALMOST FORGOT, LOOK WHAT I JUST GOT DONE, OUT BACK!"

"OOOOOH SHIT!" Xiaojun and Kun say more out of fear when Lucas reveals a large tattoo of 'Huang Renjun' printed over his stomach.

"That's the best tattoo I've seen in my life." Xiaojun says in a shaky breath.

Kun agrees with a hurried nod. He attempts to change the subject by offering the pipe over to Lucas. "Want some?"

Lucas recoils. "Nah. I don't fuck with that Holy Shit." He revealed the information just as a man drops to the floor and begins to convulse. Xiaojun recognized the movement patern from Jeno a few hours ago. Kun faced him with horrified eyes.

"Holy Shit..."

"HOLY SHIT!" Xiaojun repeats as he grabs onto Kun to help with balance. "I think we should go like, lay down somewhere."

He nodded along to Xiaojuns words when it all started to become incoherent to Kun. the world and laws if time seemed to have slowed down. A strange tune begins to play.

A small yet blissful smile creeps up onto his face as his feet rise from the floor.

"Kun, you're floating!"

Xiaojun? Probably. Kun concludes as he hovers above the club goers, almost reaching the ceiling. He's never felt so happy in his life. Is this what heaven feels like?...

Kuns vision begins to blur, and before he knew it, he found himself standing in a white room that stretched on for miles like an abyss.

His floating feet settle down onto the floor with a gentle thud. He looks around curiously. "Am I really in heaven?"

A large juke box appears a good few steps ahead of him. Kun squints his eyes and makes out the figure of a short man with two toned locks, a leather jacket, and skinny jeans that hug his ass. The man spins around. Kun could see his own reflection in the man's dark shades. The familiar beads tied together nicely on the two neat braids that lay rest over his forehead had been the on top.

"You're Huang Renjun." Kun points with a shaky breath. "You're Huang Renjun, man." Renjun smirked and taps the jukebox with the point of his shoe. It begins to make noise.

Kun gasps. "No. That's my favorite fucking song."

~Life Is Still Going On geujeo heulleoga~

The room begins to flash with bright colors as the sound blasts. Renjun does a drag step.

Kun happily repeats the movement. "That's it. That thing. This leg thing you do. That's my jam."

Renjun spun around kun in repetitive twists, ushering him to do the same. Kun felt shy and smiled tenderly. "Oh, no, I can't. There's no way I can spin... no... I can't."

Kun joyfully spins regardless. He could stay here forever.......Or not. Kun's laughter died down to nothing.

Renjun stopped dancing, and the music fell to utter silence. A chill ran down Kuns spine as the atmosphere felt strange . Renjun stood stiff a few feet away with a vacant look. It was down right terrifying.

"R- Renjun...?"

The room falls into a bloody red tint, and sirens begin to blare. Kun shrieked and broke into a full sprint in a random direction. Renjun had begun to chase him down.

Kun runs and runs. The room begins to transform into a dark abyss the deeper he runs. He comes to a stop once he loses Renjun.

"....hello?" His voice echoed in the dark expansion seemingly endlessly outstretched terrain. Kun jumps when an unnaturally deep voice responds from behind him. Kun turns around to find a half naked Ten perched on a pedestal carrying Bella.

"Hello, kun, it's me, Bella. Woof, woof."

"How.... Bella... you're talking?"

Ten let's out a dark chuckle while Bella snorts. "Yeah, I'm your spirit teacher. People can't be excellent to you unless you're being excellent to yourself."

Kun stared at the dog with furrowed brows. "What does that mean?" he questions, slowly.

The dog wags her tail when Ten begins to caress her fur.

"Kun." Bella spoke. "It's time to wake up. Where you go from there is a choice I leave to you."

Kun breathed in slow as he blinked. "Right...."

A loud buzz from a sound begins to bounce off the walls. Kun tossed his head back. Everything felt surreal, like a dream. Kun could feel every single nerve in his body. "I get it now...." kun mutters.

Ten responds with a soft hum and lifts his hand, and just like magic with the snap of his fingers, Kun is back in the club staring absentmindedly at the chain on the strippers neck.

Without even realizing it, Kun pops the chain off the woman and glances down to his palm to reveal his golden wedding ring. She had been too distracted by her performance to notice. all the while his phone buzzed in his pocket. Kun makes a run for it into the stripper changing rooms when he reads the caller ID.

"Doyoung! My goodness."

"Hi...."

Kun could almost cry hearing his husband's voice. "Doyoung, baby. Oh, I miss you so much. How are you?" Kun says, laughing out in relief, still a bit dizzy from the drugs. There is a bit of shuffling on the other end, then silence.

"....Not good...where are you?"

Kun's eyes widened once he realized where he had been, "Oh, uhm!" He enters the secluded stairwell. Doyoung had been waiting for a response.

"I'm out with Xiaojun. I'm doing me!" Kun exclaimed.

"Are you at a club?"

"Yeah! In fact, it's of the strip club variety, and I've never done that!" Kun walks over to the end of the staircase and presses his back against the wall. "I'm just having some really rugged fun, you know?"

"....so, you're at a strip club....having "rugged fun."? "

Kun picks up on doyoungs distressed tone and pauses. "No, it's not like that! It's not about the degrading of women or anything. I'm here for a very specific reason.... and-"

"What are you saying?"

"No, that didn't sound right! I'm sorry... it's complicated. I'll explain it to you tomorrow. But it's all good, nothing bad." Kun rushed out.

"*sigh* Okay, whatever."

Kun anxiously gripped onto the phone. "B- but this is what you said you wanted, right? You said to have fun."

"Whatever, kun, whatever. I just didn't think that being in a strip club was your thing."

Kun opens his mouth to respond when a few men come walking down the stairs. He had to think fast and switch his tone.

"Yeah, well, you know... Shit. I mean, what'd you think my idea of fun was, mothafucka? It ain't like my fuckin' lifestyle is some secret."

"Kun, why are you talking to me like that?"

The men finally head past Kun and exit the stairwell. Kun let's out an exasperated sigh of relief. "Anyways. what, baby?"

"I said, why are you talking to me like that? I've never heard you talk to me like that before!"

Kun begins to stutter. "I- I...I talk like that sometimes." He knew better that his explanation wouldn't convince his husband. He tried.

"Yeah, alright. Okay."

"But Doyoung, what's wrong? Thisis what you asked for, right?"

"Fine, I'm fine. Everything's fine. I didn't want to ruin your weekend, and I just want you to know....that... Baekhyun's been a little inappropriate, and I'm coming home tomorrow morning instead of tomorrow night."

The statement made his heart sink with wide eyes. Kun bit his lip. "Inappropriate? Baekhyun was inappropriate. How?"

"Let's just say he made me uncomfortable, okay? I can't get into it right now. Baby, I have to go now..... Please behave yourself."

Kun begged and begged for Doyoung to explain to no avail. His husband had already hung up the phone. Kun wiped a few tears from his face.

Yang Yang strolled in from where Kun had entered. "Yo, this party is crazy!" Yang yang abruptly stopped in front of him. He sounded worried, afraid even. "You okay?"

Kun pockets his phone with a sniffle. "Yeah... just a... side bitch. You know?"

"Yeah." Said Yang yang slowly. "Ten wants to holla at you. I'll just let him know you're coming."

"...thanks."

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Xiaojun and Kun sit in a secluded room hidden within the night club, facing Ten who's sitting on a couch holding Bella. the noise from the club outside is muffled.

Bella looks relaxed, resting comfortably in the man's arms. Xiaojun was just happy to see her.

Kun and Xiaojun sit on opposite sides, from the gang leader, their expressions showing a mix of anticipation. Winwin had watched from the corner of the room in silence.

It's time to get Bella. Xiaojun hoped

Ten leans back against the sofa, propping his legs up onto the table and whistles. "So, Winwin tells me y'all some bad motherfuckers. Even taught my goons some new tricks."

Kun stared at the wall behind Ten with a blank look. Xiaojun just grinned. "Yeah, we taught them how we do things in Smtown."

"Yeah, well. I got a big exchange tomorrow. I need you." Ten explained vaguely as he pet Bella. "Help keep shit 100. You know what I'm saying? And after that. 11 here is yours. " Xiaojun found Ten's smile infuriating.

Just give me my fucking dog. He thought.

"Uhm... I think we'd prefer to stick to the original arrangement." Xiaojun reasons.

Ten glanced over to Winwin with an unreadable look. "I see..." Ten said a hint of frustration kicking in. "Driving up the price... 10 G's plus 11." Ten offers.

Xiaojun masked his impatience by tapping his leg. "Nah, Ten. We just want the dog." Xiaojun said with a light shrug. "Shark Tank and I, we just getting a little sleepy."

"Sleepy?"

Kun looked at Ten with an unusual, angry look as he spoke. "Hell yeah, motherfucker, we sleepy."

Xiaojun followed Ten's gaze. Both of them now looking at Kun.

"And in Smtown, when we get tired, we gotta catch some Z's. Or else we get cranky." Kun stated coldly.

"20 G." Ten said slowly. "Straight up. Now, I know y'all ain't gonna turn down 20 G's. I mean shit. That's a lot of money even by smtown standards, right?"

"Well -" Xiaojun begins abruptly stopping when Kun sits up and leans forward in his seat. "Let me tell you about smtown standards. When someone makes a deal. They make a deal. And did nobody say nothing about no exchange tomorrow."

Ten raised his brows as he stopped running his hands over Bella.

Kun begins to rise from his seat. Xiaojun grows tense with how intense Kun had been playing into this role.

"Let me tell you how this is gonna go down." Kun growls. "You're gonna give us our goddamm dog, and we're gonna be on our goddamn way, Beakhyun!" Kun spat. His eyes widened as he quickly corrected himself. "Uhm.. Ten!"

Ten stood up from his seat in silence as he handed Bella over to Winwin. "Take her upstairs." Was the only order he gave before Winwin exits the room with a concerned look.

Kun bit his lip just as Ten walked around the table to stand uncomfortably close. "Maybe... Just maybe, you should take a little time to think about my offer."

"We don't need time. We need to -"

"Time is good!" Xiaojun moved to grips Kun's jacket. "We need some time. You need some time." He points to himself and then to Ten. "We'll take some. You take some."

Xiaojun forces Kun to walk out of the room with him as he called out to Ten. "You do it in there, and we'll do it over here!"

Xiaojun and Kun walk side by side out the room and into the club.

"Kun, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? This motherfucka tried to side wind us. What the fuck are you doing, Tec?!"

"Kun, I'm not Tectonic, I'm Xiaojun."

"Well fuck you, I'm staying in character!"

Kun pushed past Xiaojun to walk ahead. Xiaojun grew a bit irritated by his cousins behavior. Why was Kun so angry? Xiaojun run over and twists the man around.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Kun exhales a shaky breath. "I spoke with Doyoung on the phone, and he said that Baekhyun did something."

"What?!"

"He wouldn't tell me, man. He hung up!"

"Okay, well, it can't be that bad if he didn't say?" Xiaojun tried to reason though he'd been stressed about the info himself. "You almost got us killed, man. Okay? Look, Bella needs you. I need you, Kun. I. Need. You."

Kun Finally accepting the situation, he leans his head backward and sighs. His breathing is slow and calm. Doyoung is fine. He convinces himself. It was just the drugs making him feel this upset.

"Okay..."

Xiaojun smiles. "Okay, yes! Now come on, Kun... let's get Bella and get the fuck out of here."

Kuns mind starts to work like usual, and he sneaks up to Ten's office with Xiaojun.

"Bella!" Xiaojun calls out. The beagle pokes her head up from the desk seat and runs over. Xiaojun picks her up with a whine. "I said I would take care of you, and I failed! But I'm here now." He sniffles and pulls the durag off her head. "I love you." He says in a baby voice.

Kun watches from the doorway with a hand over his heart. "Alright, let's get out of here, Dejun."

The two run out of the office and exit the building through the back door, luckily avoiding any of the fuck ass Blips on the way. Xiaojun takes notice of a group of intoxicated folks smoking a few feet from the door. "Alright, Kun, just walk!" Xiaojun whispered.

their footsteps were soft and inconspicuous. Xiaojun, feeling happy and content that he got his dog back, tries to act as normal as possible, his pace steady and casual. However, he can't help but feel a sense of joy and relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He listened to Kun's rant about his love for Doyoung before splitting away from the man to enter the passenger seat. He looks down to the dog tucked comfortably into his arms. Xiaojun couldn't help but feel a little guilty. "Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, Kun."

Xiaojun looked over to find a vacant seat. Hadn't Kun entered the car.

"....Kun?" His voice cracked like a bitch.

Kun had been here a few seconds ago and now he's gone?. The only remanent left is his ring on the car seat and the open car door that allowed the cool breeze from outside that made goosebumps crawl on Xiaojun's skin.

a hand suddenly reaches out from the back seat and strikes him forcefully on the head. Xiaojun tries to scream or shout in surprise, but before he can react, the hand covers his mouth, muffling any sound he could make. His body goes slack.

And Xiaojun loses consciousness.

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👁👄👁 at least they got Bella back.... right?

(This is Kun btw)

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