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Xiaojun 🫧 Update (240423)

It's time to go home from work and continue working on the new album~

[kcake555]

Xiaojun cake 🍰

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Bubble Update

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[femdomlieeh]

Notebook of a fool ✧ Xiaojun

BFF!Xiaojun ✧ Crush!Fem!Reader

WC—3.8 ✧ k

WARNING—anxiety ✧ heartbreak ✧ crying ✧ pet names

THEMES—sfw ✧ light angst ✧ future fluff (?) ✧ best friend au ✧ crush au

NOW PLAYING—OTT ✧ IVE

A/N. 누나 (nuna) = older sister

psst! Next update is a Beomgyu smut… probably my fav smut I’ve ever written

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Today was one of those bad fucking days. One of those days when you can't find any positivity in anything. One of those days when you don't feel like talking to the people you love the most. One of those days when you just want to give up.

The first thing you saw in the morning was a notification of a text from your boyfriend. Looking at the white speech bubble is something you usually look forward to when you see Wonwoo's name bright up your screen, knowing he always has something entertaining to tell.

But this particular morning he said something you wish were a joke.

Wonwoo Boo💞

[ive been thinking lately and _____ i think we need a break]

Mommy🤠💦

[You're not going to tell me why?]

Seen 10:17

You asked him the first thing that came to your mind. He couldn't possibly just expect you to be OK with having a break without a reason, right?

After an hour you accepted the fact that he had left you on read and that he wasn't going to reply anytime soon.

Maybe it was because he called you _____.

He never called you by your name. Only your friends called you that. He was supposed to call you weird or cheesy pet names and nothing else! 

He left you with a headache. He left you with your bad thoughts and theories. Damn you, Wonwoo.

It was very human-like of you to be in a bad mood. Only a robot would feel nothing in this situation. The day wouldn't get any worse. You were going to make sure of it! Your mood may have been bad, but you weren't going to let anyone else get affected by it. Lashing out on innocent people because you don't feel good on the inside is something you hated doing.

Today you were going to hang out with your best friend, Xiaojun, have a picnic on a park next to the Han river. Xiaojun had packed a cute pink basket (that he had specifically bought for you two to use for picnics together since they happened at least thrice a month) which was filled with kimchi kimbap, green grapes, two clementines and some churro flavored chips and you had packed a large outdoor blanket so Xiaojun wouldn't have too much to carry. For almost a week you two hadn't met up and you both missed each other and wanted to make up for the days you had spent apart so of course you went for the nice, typical not-romantic-at-all picnic hang out session.

But no.

You weren't going to meet Xiaojun and ruin his parade with the rain cloud that was following you around wherever you went since you opened your eyes this dark morning. No, you weren't going to let the first time you two meet in such a long time be ruined by the sad news you got this ugly morning.

누나 🥰

[I can't hang out today, sorry]

Prince Junnie🦄

[why not?☹️]

누나 🥰

[I'm not feeling too well]

Prince Junnie🦄

[it's ok i'll make u some delicious soup😊]

누나 🥰

[No, you don't need to, I don't want you to get sick!]

Prince Junnie🦄

[but ive missed u sm☹️]

누나 🥰

[We'll meet another day I promise to make up for this!]

And so you put the phone gently on the table to lay on the sofa and binge watch some random show. You made sure to turn your phone off first since you knew you'd cut Wonwoo some slack in case you read any persuasive text from him — he's good with words and making you feel loved. Whilst you were looking through all the lists Netflix had created for you, which were filled with movies and series you either had already seen or weren't interested in, Xiaojun was still expectantly waiting for his screen to go bright.

She must be joking, he thought.

Unlike you, Xiaojun's morning had started out brilliant. From the moment he opened his eyes, he was smiling and full of energy, excited to hang out with you after not seeing you for five whole days. He had missed you. Spending time with you was one of his favorite hobbies! Since you two had picnics regularly you two had decided that you would take turns in deciding and packing the picnic basket and this time it was Xiaojun's turn! He had been so excited all week, planning out a shopping list days before. He had specifically purchased grapes this time because he had this fantasy of putting one in your mouth (which sounded weird, but it would feel intimate to feed you fruit) and also playing around and throwing grapes up in the air and catching them in the mouth. 

Needless to say, he liked you a little more than a best friend should and that was a bit of a problem. His friends kept telling him that it was stupid to spend so much time with you and that Xiaojun should either try to ignore his emotions or he should distance himself from you until he loses feelings, because it was unfair to hurt himself by giving himself false hopes of getting somewhere with a taken girl. 

And Xiaojun knew it. For so long, he'd known that it was a bad idea to like you. You didn't like him in the same way, and you even had a boyfriend for fuck's sake — and a really pretty one at that! But no matter how many red flags there were, he still wanted to spend everyday with you. He didn't want a week to go by without being with you. He wanted to cuddle with you on a picnic blanket. He wanted to kiss you when you visited photo booths. He wanted to share hoodies with you. He wanted to stay up late and talk until you two fell asleep in each others' arms. He wanted to be the only one you called Prince. 

Wondering why you called Xiaojun 'Prince' when you already were in a relationship with Wonwoo? Well, Prince had been Xiaojun's nickname before you even met Wonwoo (yes, you'd known Xiaojun longer than you'd known Wonwoo, yet you still found yourself in a relationship with the latter — or not anymore actually). And though your (then) boyfriend never liked it, you had convinced him it was just a friendly pet name. Because that's exactly what it was.

To you.

To Xiaojun it was the closest he'd ever feel to being your boyfriend. But you started using that pet name less and ever since Wonwoo came around and ruined everything more than it already was ruined. Xiaojun even had to change his contact name on your phone to include the word 'Prince' so you wouldn't forget to call him that.

He loathed Wonwoo.

Wonwoo was always the reason why you couldn't hang out with your bestfriend for too long, why you couldn't call him Prince on certain occasions and why you couldn't look at him as a potential boyfriend. Wonwoo was an attention thief. Not really. But it felt like it. Xiaojun was jealous of everything Wonwoo had with you.

Because your boyfriend obviously was a threat, Xiaojun felt like he needed even more of your validation than before (which was already a lot). He needed your attention. If you ignored him he'd think it was your way of telling him that you had left him completely for Wonwoo. Ridiculous! He shouldn't feel like you owe attention to him.

Your friendly fucking friendship was the closest thing Xiaojun had to being together with you in the way he really wanted, so he valued it a lot. Not having you as his girlfriend was painful enough, but not having you as even his friend would break him.

Right now you weren't validating your time together, nor your friendship — or at least it felt like it to Xiaojun. He always needed your attention and unlike normally, he wasn't getting it right now. His smile dropped and so did his excitement for the day.

Was this the end?

He knew that spending one week without each other would lead to more time for you to spend with your damn boyfriend but he didn't know it would lead to the end of your friendship. 

No way he'd bail on the picnic plans.

Prince Junnie🦄

[can i pls come over? i bought fruits for u<33 i'm sure fruits is exactly what u need right now!!]

Prince Junnie🦄

[idc if i get sick or not bc i still wanna hang out w u]

Prince Junnie🦄

[pls 누나]

Sent 11:33

You had ignored him only once before and it was a horrible experience.

The way you ignored him (on accident) was so hurtful that he had to leave the gathering that he had looked forward to for so long, confusing the other guests, to go and lock himself in a bathroom so he could cry without bothering anyone. You'd gone right after him since you knew it wasn't very Xiaojun-like to leave a fun time for no reason. After you had knocked on the door and reassured him you were his best friend and not a random person coming to make fun of him, he let you in the bathroom.

The sight you were met by was his crumbling figure on the floor and overflowing tears on his cheeks. He had thought that you wanted nothing to do with him. Stupid you didn't see the obvious signs. It was because of the fact that you hadn't paid any attention to him that Xiaojun had gotten the idea that you had grown bored of him or that you wanted to leave him for Wonwoo (he hadn't told you the latter part, of course). And weeks later you did get together with Wonwoo. And that made him cry himself to sleep for days which you never knew.

How much your lack of attention and affection for Xiaojun had affected him was scary. And a fucking sign, you idiot. Nobody gets so worked up over the loss of affection of someone they view as a friend. Ever since that incident you'd made sure to always remind him of how much you value your friendship.

Except for today.

He thought he had made it clear enough to you that you never ever should ignore him unless you really meant It. Unless you really wanted to part ways. To go from the bestest friends to cold acquaintances. Some people might think it's crazy to be this attached to a best friend but you weren't just his best friend. You were his love and happiness. Without you he didn't have either.

Five minutes passed since he triple texted you and he still had no reply. Slowly he felt how his tummy was turning into knots and how his eyes started stinging.

Prince Junnie🦄

[ur making me worried]

Prince Junnie🦄

[hey!! text me so ik u didn't die from choking on strawberry milk 누나😰]

Prince Junnie🦄

[r u ignoring me?🫠]

Prince Junnie🦄

[unless u have corona, meet me by the river at 6 if u care abt me. i need to talk to u abt smth important]

Sent 12:04

If you didn't show up he knew for sure that you had left him behind forever. If you did show up then he'd confess to you. So spontaneously he couldn't keep his feelings away from you for another year because it wasn't healthy and he knew it. He knew he would have to tell you about his feelings sooner or later. And after being without you for a whole ass week and after experiencing the cruel punishment that is being ignored and even thinking you broke your dear friendship off, he knew the time had come for him to finally woman up and confess.

Whilst he was anxiously thinking through why he made such a bold move and possibly ruined any future he had with you, the girl he loved was being lazy and stuffing her face in pillows in front of a TV.

one season of Bojack Horseman later...

Tossed between blankets and an overflow of pillows, your tummy roared like a lion. You hadn't eaten anything yet. Maybe it was time to do something other than numbing your feelings with Netflix and the drinks you had at home? As you stood up you felt heavy. You had moved maximum 100 meters in the past few hours — to go to the bathroom, then kitchen and back to the living room — and it had taken a toll on your body physically.

Fuck.

You sat back down on your sofa and brought your phone to view after hours without it.

[6 new messages from Prince Junnie🦄]

Fuck. The last message was sent so long ago. You looked at your windows. It was dark outside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As fast as you physically could, you put on a pair of shoes and a jacket with your aching limbs.

In just a few minutes you were on your way to the closest bus station. The whole bus ride to the river was filled with thoughts putting you down. Your favorite person in the world was sensitive about this stuff and you hurt him. You were supposed to not let your bad mood affect anybody around you. But who were you kidding? Of course something had to go wrong with an idea you constructed and analyzed for four microseconds.

Before you knew it you had arrived at the destination. You were speed walking to the river. You two always went to the exact same spot by the river since it was usually vacant, by some miracle, and had a pretty view of a bridge.

You were naive enough to think that isolating yourself from your bestfriend and your phone would help solve your problems, so you were certainly naive enough to go and check if Xiaojun was still at your meeting place hours after you were supposed to meet him. What if he wasn't there? What if he was there?

The water was shimmering from the moonlight and next to it was a bench and an athletic, tall silhouette. Your eyes widened. Could it be...? Sniffles. That's the sound that came from their direction. You walked closer and could make out the lines of a figure that was all too familiar.

"Prince?"

The silhouette turned around and though it was dark you could see that it in fact was him. You quickly sat down beside him and noticed that a couple of notebooks were scattered on the ground next to a bike. You didn't know what to do, never having seen glad Xiaojun cry. After another particularly loud sniffle you turned your attention back to him. The light of the moon exposed the redness and tears on his face. For hours he'd been outside and his face was still wet with tears.

"Why are you still out at this hour?"

He choked on his tears and rested his face in his hands, "Because I'm a fool."

"No, you're not a—"

"Why are you here?" he interrupted you.

Touché.

"You told me to meet you if I care about you."

"You come here hours later as if I don't mean anything to you," he hurried out before his voice could crack.

"I'm sorry about that. But if I didn't care about you I wouldn't show up at all," you spoke with a soft tone. The last thing you wanted was to be harsh, especially since you were the reason your best friend was upset.

"Why did you do this to me, 누나?" he looked you in the eyes as if he'd find any answers inside them.

"I promise I didn't do it on purpose. I would never hurt you on purpose," you took his hands into yours, oblivious to how the simple gesture made Xiaojun a bit hopeful on the inside.

His hands were so cold it was shocking that he was shaking because of his crying and not because of the ice-like coldness. That's what happens when you're out for hours when there's no sun — or person — to keep you warm.

"I saw the messages 20 minutes ago and got here immediately. I would never purposely ignore you, Prince."

You made sure to use his nickname in almost every sentence you spoke, silently telling him that you don't want to fight. Slowly you brought his hands to your lips and kissed them lightly, five kisses on each hand for every finger. He looked at your lovely action and felt how his tears were slowing down. The kisses didn't make him warm — maybe for a second — but at least they made him feel somewhat better inside.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to be here in the cold," you apologized and kept his hands in yours as an attempt to warm them.

One part of Xiaojun wanted to continue being mad and make you feel bad for the hurt you'd caused him but the bigger part wanted you to hold him in your arms. He loved you and couldn't stay mad at you for long even if he tried.

"I-It's OK, 누나. At least you're here now," he whispered and looked at your locked hands, admiring the sight since it may never happen again — or maybe he should make sure his hands are cold more often—

You sent him a sorrowful smile and let his head rest on your shoulder, resting your own against it as an instinct, both from being comfortable and tired.

"From now on I will check if I have any texts every hour for you," you said with an exaggerated joking voice to lighten the mood.

He giggled. You weren't even being that funny but you were both tired and sad, so anything even a tiny bit funny was hilarious to both of you.

"What did you want to tell me before, Prince?" you whispered into his fluffy hair and petted it.

Should he tell you how he feels? Should he possibly ruin this? If he told you how he truly felt, would you ever kiss him hands like you did just now? Would you ever touch him this caringly ever again? Would you continue to call him Prince? Or would all of that be gone due to your loyalty to your sweet precious boyfriend Wonwoo?

For hours Xiaojun had been outside in the cold waiting for the love of his life so he could tell her the truth. But it took time before you, the love of his life, showed up. Too long.

When a person is alone outside with notebooks filled with blank pages to write feelings and stories in, it's easy to let emotions take over. He ended up writing around seven poems. Some poems were really cheesy and written in the spirit of the moment. Some didn't even rhyme. Some were a perfect description of where he was in him non-existent love life.

But they all had one thing in common.

They were melancholic and written from the point of view of a man who was hopelessly in love with his best friend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have a picnic with you, 누나. I was just being dramatic to convince you to come despite feeling under the weather," he lied right through his teeth.

That made no sense because you two had never been on a picnic after sunset and Xiaojun would never lie to make you come see him. But you were tired and desperate to leave the cold outside, so you chuckled lightly, believing him immediately.

"Then where are the snacks?" you asked, confused since the only things around you were notebooks, a bike and water.

"I ate them."

Laughter filled the air; your genuine one and his fake one.

You put your face in his cheek, making him blush (not that you'd notice, since his cheeks were already red from before), "Well, my tummy is a little too thin right now, so let's go somewhere."

"In the middle of the night?" he questioned.

"Yes," you smiled against his cheek and he felt it, making him smile too.

"OK."

You both were still smiling when you were picking up all the notebooks to get ready for the ride. Jokes were thrown here and there. It was as if nothing had happened. You both knew it was a misunderstanding and you valued the friendship with the other too much to put energy into arguing. And you were tired too, so the argument wouldn't even be that epic even if you tried.

"What about your bike?" 

"Oh nooo! The buses are always so full now that it's too late to take the subway!" Xiaojun whined.

"You know what? Since I was a jerk you can go take a warm bus while I ride in the cold," you said impulsively.

"B-But, 누나—" he smiled, flattered. 

"B-But nothing," you interrupted him and sat down on the bike. Anyone who had spoken to you knew you were stubborn. He laughed. The little sadness he had left was gone by now. His cheeks were dry. Still red, but not from crying, now they were red from blushing.

"OK, whatever you say, 누나."

"You brought a transport card right?" you made sure since he came by bike.

"Yes I did~ See you in an hour, 누나," he winked at you and waved with a smile brighter than the moon before running to the bus that just arrived.

You waved back to him and got ready to bike — you definitely needed a head start. But before you started you couldn't help but see something white standing out in the darkness.

It was another one of Xiaojun's notebooks. You must've been too tired to notice it when you were picking them up. Thankfully the notebook was open or else you wouldn't have noticed it as it had a dark cover. You took it into your hands. To make sure it really was Xiaojun's you needed to read at least a snippet.

You prayed it was Xiaojun's because it would be worse if you read a stranger's private thoughts than your best friend's since you already knew all him secrets. The snippet was Xiaojun's. It was from one of the pages of poems that didn't rhyme, that was very cheesy but depicted how sappy he was feeling and also told him part of the story that you never knew.

I want to feel my best friend's lips on my lips

I want, more than anything, her to call me HER Prince

You drop the book on the grass. So that's what he wanted to tell you.

[minhyeong]

WAYV + SIMPLE DATES !

[ kun ] 

being pushed by him on the swings at an empty playground after all the kids return home and streets slow down and you can finally have a moment of stillness

wraps his own scarf around you since it's a little chilly in the evening

sways you gently until you're asking for more momentum, but he will never not worry about you falling down so he only puts so much force

sitting in comfortable silence with the occasional creaking of the chains as you inhale the air that smells earthy and sink into the embrace of the autumn breeze

you look back and he smiles, eyes crinkling when your gazes lock, and you suddenly feel like you're eight again with nothing to fear

[ ten ] 

wearing matching pajamas and brushing your teeth together after indulging in way too much sugar for the night

he gets even louder and more unhinged than usual when all the sugar in his system hits

your shared playlist is playing in the background, volume turned up loud enough that he has to scream over the music to communicate with you but you both like it that way

laughs at all the foam that sits on your mouth as you brush your teeth when he doesn't look much neater

bumps his shoulder into yours when you make eye contact through the mirror but fakes pain when you do the same back and claims you have to kiss it better

[ winwin ] 

dragging him out to grocery shop after you opened his fridge and noticed that there was barely anything edible

pushing the shopping cart side by side with hands resting just close enough on the handle

he gets distracted and sneaks a few packs of junk food into the cart that you side eye because they're not filling, and he definitely tilts his head and gives you puppy eyes for permission to get more ice cream

but also remembers to stock up on your favorite snacks for when you go over

hands you the lightest bag and then tries to carry everything else back into the house at once because two trips are for the weak according to him

[ xiaojun ] 

napping at 6am because you stayed up all night pondering life and made sure you had someone (him) to ponder with

doesn't even have to be something deep because he will stay up to debate whether humans have one butt or two

but now you both look like zombies and have eye bags that sink all the way down to your cheekbones, so you finally put the debate aside for a moment and crawl into bed

he sets the alarm for 8am and giggles almost hysterically for a second out of disbelief because did you two really just forgo sleep to talk about butts

tenderly interlocks his fingers with yours before he shuts his eyes and mumbles that he's definitely right about the debate

[ hendery ] 

assembling furniture together after a spontaneous trip to ikea that resulted in bringing home a shelf that you definitely didn't need but wanted regardless

unboxing takes an hour because he got distracted by the bubble wrap and challenged you to see who could pop them all quicker

purposely rolls up his sleeve and unnecessarily flexes his arms when he's using the screwdriver and sends you a wink that has you fake gagging

is actually very focused on trying to decipher the instructions when you both finally get to work

proudly moves the finished product to the place you want it and tells you to put a framed photo of him on the shelf so everyone who visits can see his beautiful face

[ yangyang ]

watching a romantic comedy movie where the characters are dancing in the rain and suddenly he's pulling you off the couch so you can do the same on your small balcony

the downpour is sharp and almost feels as if it's trying to pierce through your skin that grows colder by the minute

it's a little awkward at first and you have no idea what you're supposed to do, but he rubs the rain out of your eyes and tugs you close

you forget about the cold rain when he dramatically twirls and dips you, and you erupt into a fit of giggles as the thrill hits you

makes sure to dry your hair with a towel after you take a warm shower and kisses the crown of your head

[neonsbian]

sometimes i forget that ppl abbreviate bubble into bbl so ill see a tweet and be like....what does xiaojun's brazilian butt lift have to do w this?

[crdteezv]

MTL APPROACH SOMEONE FIRST

LEAST

Winwin

Yangyang

Xiaojun

Kun

Ten

Hendery

MOST

Winwin & Yangyang: They’re the most introverted so I feel like they rather someone make the first move and approach them first. They would rarely be the ones to do it first.

Xiaojun: He would be scared to do it at first. But he would approach you once he mustered up the confidence to do so.

Kun & Ten:  I feel like Kun has pretty high standards so he would be very selective on who he would approach. He has more than enough confidence to do so it just picky is all. The same thing would apply to Ten but he doesn’t have super high standards like Kun. Ten is more open than him. Also, Ten is pretty friendly and nice so he would be able to talk to anyone just fine. 

Hendery: He is pretty friendly and bubbly so he would have no problem approaching someone. He would feel a little nervous at first but would get over it as soon as he starts talking to you.

[what-if-nct]

Kun: You filed for child support?!

Ten: It's not fair you buy Winwin and Xiaojun everything what about Yangyang and Hendery.

Kun: First of all, all Hendery asks for is a single potato once in a while.

Hendery: I like to caress the potato.

Kun: We don't talk about what you do with the potato. But I give all the kids whatever they ask for. I'm not giving you money.

Ten: You bought Xiaojun new shoes and all you got Yangyang was a bag of chips.

Yangyang: They were family size, ruffled ketchup flavored chips imported from Canada. Best christmas present I got.

Kun: They like simpler things. They'd be happy with bubble wrap and an empty box.

Hendery: Ooh can we have bubble wrap?

Yangyang: And a box Louis took over our other one.

Kun: Sure of course. Meanwhile Prince Xiaojun refuses to drink water that isn't sparkling and comes in a glass bottle and he wanted a cartier bracelet for Christmas.

Xiaojun: It's what I deserve.

Kun: And Winwin is currently on a nine month cruise that I paid for with a middle age woman named Chantal. If you care so much you buy them fancy things.

Ten: No, they get peanut butter and syrup on everything. Nevermind I'll tell the lawyer not to go through with it.

[jibunie]

𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 - (0) V(ision) Staff

Xiao “Xiaojun” Dejun - Didn’t grow up wealthy, hell he didn’t even grow up middle class, yet somehow he ended up in one of China’s richest cities in order to attend NCTU on a full ride scholarship, majoring in Animal Biology. Currently working a daytime shift at Vision Convenience, he constantly finds himself running around trying to balance his hectic life.

Wong “Hendery” Kunhang - A streamer who goes by the name Hendery. Despite attending NCTU, majoring in computer science, he claims he doesn’t need a degree to get money however that tends to prove incorrect as his compsci degree often helps him fix technical issues with his stream.

Qian Kun - Born in 1996, he genuinely refuses people like Hendery are born in 2000. Maybe it’s the old age getting to him, however he refuses to acknowledge he’s aging. He’s Vision’s trusty and stressed manager. Despite having a degree in law, he’s working his ass off trying to keep this silly convenience store alive.

Leechaiyapornkul “Ten” Chittaphon - Why is he working at Vision? Well he’s also a professional dancer, however that profession doesn’t quite keep up with the luxurious lifestyle of Shanghai. So with basically 2 jobs, Ten tends to spend his freetime drinking away his stress. He’s also a retired fuckboy!

Chou Tzuyu - She intends to take a gap year before applying to her dream university, JYPU (Jade Youth Path University). Tzuyu uses this year in order to save up as much money before blowing it all on tuition fees. Planning to major in fashion, this sweetheart appears bubbly and all but she does NOT play about her favorite Chinese dramas.

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Synopsis - Y/N is born into the Zhong family. Filthy rich yet she can’t seem to shake her love for a small convenience store, nor can she shake a infatuation with the cute cashier, Xiaojun, who works there. Her endless amounts of money entices her to attempt to buy his love, but she learns not all things could be bought with money.

Author’s note: Erm… out of all the staff I think I resonate most with Ten, why can’t ppl flush toilets…

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Xiaojun 🫧 Update (241103)

on the way to eat delicious food now~

[liu-yu-xin]

xiaojun is such a bubbly extroverted friendly smiley guy but his mean face is sooooo cunt his unapproachable resting face slays sooo hard like he looks mean as hell but hes serving hes devouring hes killing and slaughtering

[xiaojunsource]

Bubble Update

Yes yes, I don’t like to wear clothes while I sleep

(230506)

[jenosonlywife23]

"Fighting with you"

It started with a single comment, barely enough to spark anything more than a sigh. But tonight, neither of you felt like holding back.

“You’re always so…busy these days,” you murmured, trying to keep it casual, but the words came out heavier than intended.

Xiaojun glanced at you briefly, his brow furrowing. “You know I have work, right? It’s not like I’m out here ignoring you for fun.”

“I didn’t say that, Xiaojun.” Your voice was sharper now, irritation bubbling up as you looked away. “But it feels like I’m constantly last on your list. I’m tired of always waiting for you to make time for me.”

He scoffed, a sound that sent a chill through you. “So, what, I’m just supposed to drop everything whenever you feel like it?”

You stared at him, a pang of hurt mixing with your frustration. “That’s not what I meant. But maybe if you tried, just a little more, I wouldn’t feel like I’m always competing for your attention!”

He put down his phone, rolling his eyes. “So, you’re saying I’m not trying now?”

“Are you?” The words slipped out before you could catch them, and you immediately saw Xiaojun’s expression harden.

“Wow,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “I can’t believe you think so little of me. Do you have any idea how much I do every day, or how hard I work just to keep things going? But somehow, that’s never enough for you, is it?”

“Don’t turn this around on me,” you fired back, a mix of anger and sadness tightening in your chest. “I’m not asking for much—just to feel like I’m important to you. But every time I bring it up, you act like I’m some burden!”

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t do this with you right now. All you ever do is pick fights when things don’t go your way.”

“You think I like fighting with you?” Your voice cracked, and his gaze finally softened, but only for a moment. “I’m fighting because I care, Xiaojun! If I didn’t, I’d just walk away.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and painful. Xiaojun looked at you, his jaw tense, and you could see his own struggle—conflicting emotions flickering across his face. He turned away, one hand clenched at his side.

“Maybe…maybe I need a break.” His voice was low, almost defeated. “From all of this.”

A sharp pang hit your chest, a sudden rush of regret flooding over you. But before you could respond, Xiaojun grabbed his jacket, heading to the door without a second glance.

The door closed with a dull thud, leaving you standing there, stunned and silent. The quiet settled like a weight around you, thick with everything left unsaid. You realized then just how much you both still had to say, but tonight, those words would have to wait.

[atiny-for-life]

Creative Spotlight #4: Kang Yeosang

Masterlist

Intro: With so many new Atinys coming in, I figured now would be a good time to shed some light on all the boys' creative solo projects over the years, big and small.

The Show MC Performance

During his long time as an MC (I already miss it), Yeosang got to perform with Hyeongseop and Xiaojun and they chose to cover Exo-CBX's Blooming Day (they slayed, of course):

Omniscient View

Like the other members, Yeosang too has his own show which kicked off in 2020, called Omniscient View.

Episode 1 is a sort of debunking video where he tries out a bunch of stuff he finds online, including whether he can hold a conversation with Siri, towel folding, and creating an army of gummy bears (it's very fun and pure):

Episode 2 continues with more experiments, one of which leads to the creation of one of his signature Hehetmons:

Episode 3 is all about making giant bubbles (though success is limited) and ends with an appearance of Yunho who low-key blows Yeosang's mind when he actually manages to make this thing work somehow (they call him the lucky one for a reason):

Episode 4 features all of Ateez in a fried chicken cooking competition all about pleasing Yeosang's taste buds.

And the most recent episode was released in 2022 and features him going back to the signature experiments with Yunho returning as a special guest!

Cover Songs

Yeosang's first cover on the Ateez channel was uploaded just last year:

Jung Joonil's Hug Me really let him show off right after we finally got the first true taste of his deeper register in Halazia. The cover gives him much to play with when it comes to his voice, letting him reach from deep and low tones, over soft and warm, to emotional and loud - we even get a powerful high note. It's stunning. A perfect song choice for a cover when you wish to show off everything you can do. The piano and strings in the back are absolutely gorgeous as well (thank you, LAKOV).

3 weeks ago, he released a cover of BOL4's To My Youth, as part of his birthday gift to Atinys:

As revealed in his Inside Out birthday clip, he's prepared 4 cover songs (which you can find here in a secret playlist on Ateez's YouTube account) and a photobook which seems to be sold out across the board already:

[ri2seok]

240922 wayv xiaojun bubble

[momodoesposts]

Comfort crowd- a xiao dejun fic

TW: arguing, food mention, tears, xiaojun is soft, proposal, ten is there, fluff, I love xiaojun

word count| 1,408

Going out meant returning home, something you should have done sooner. How could a simple argument lead to this? As you stand outside the door to the shared apartment, you shiver, whether it’s from the cold or the thought of facing him after being so weak-willed. How could you have been so ignorant? To treat him like garbage after all he’s done for you. Up until this fight, there had been nothing serious. Maybe you were still in the honeymoon phase, and this sanctimonious time in your relationship was coming to a close, showing the true colors of your relationship…

But no, it had been three years. That was longer than the average honeymoon phase lasted. You missed the smiling boy you were used to, not the red-eyed, puffy-faced man arguing with you days ago.

Nothing had felt like this before. You resented your snide comment about him not wanting to spend time with you anymore, about him pulling away. But, more than the comment, you hated how defensive he got.

You missed your boyfriend, his smell, his eyes, his presence. You missed everything about him, yes, even the forced Harry Potter marathons you would share every other month. Sure, the movies got old, and if you had to watch them alone, you were sure you would wish they were never made. But everything with him was refreshing.

Granted, Dejun was always the defensive type, and you had found that aspect of him endearing until you had reason to believe he was hiding something from you.

You felt your stomach drop again, as it had done the many nights before when you stayed at Chittaphon’s house, crying into the pillows he kept in the spare bedroom. He understood your situation but refused to villainize you or your partner. This wasn’t his battle. He knew you had to figure it out for yourself. He also made sure to tell your boyfriend that you were safe.

“Maybe he’s just going through something,” your friend mused.

“No, it’s different than any other time, Ten. He’s never been like this.”

All he offered you was a shrug and a warm meal, something you were highly grateful for.

Did Dejun still care for you? You knew you cared for him more than anyone else who had entered your life before; you considered him your safe haven. When you had worries or insecurities bubbling and rising to the surface of your mind, he could tell and was quick to shoot them down, telling you how much he cherished and adored you.

And he did.

This was confirmed by the door swinging open to reveal his disheveled frame, looking at you like you were the center of his universe.

Too shocked to say anything, you stared at him with wide eyes and swallowed, feeling the tears start again.

“Are you really just going to stand in the cold..? It’s freezing out here, doesn’t be stupid.” He pulled you inside, studying your flushed face and body. “God… you’re ice cold. How long were you standing out there?”

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, sniffling and burying your face into his neck to inhale his scent. Then, you begin crying as the comforting smell of vanilla and musk invades your nostrils.

His arms followed a tentative path around your waist, slowly pulling you closer until he couldn’t anymore. Then, rubbing small circles on your mid back, he shushed you and swayed gently.

Once you had calmed down, he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you away to wipe your face with the sleeve of the mauve sweater you had bought him.

You blubbered and began to speak, “I’m so-sorry. I didn’t mean to disappear like that, I know you must have been angry at me and I just- I let my emotions get the better of me- I know it wasn’t right bu-“, you felt yourself getting choked up again, and he stopped you with a sudden kiss to your lips.

“You had every right to take time to yourself.”, he assured you, eyes locking with yours. “I was upset too, and I understand you needed time to yourself, I just wish you had told me before I heard it from Ten.”

“He told you?”

“Do you think I would have left you alone if I didn’t know you were safe? I was mad, but I’m not a monster. Do you think so lowly of me?” he teased, smiling slightly.

Even though a fight, he cared for you and ensured you were doing well, messaging Chittaphon every day to check in on you and ensure you were eating and getting rest. God, how you love this man.

“So, let’s try this again,” he offered as he led you to sit on the couch. “What got you so upset in the first place?”

With a few moments of preparation,

you were ready to make your statement.

“Lately, it just… you felt different. Distant, like you didn’t want to spend time with me.”

In response, Dejun sucked on his teeth, his hand running through his hair, a nervous tick you had picked up on early on in your relationship.

“Whenever I tried to hang out with you, you said you were busy, and I felt like… I just wasn’t important to you.. I guess. Sorry, I know that probably sounds stupid-“

“It’s not stupid,” he interjected, brow furrowing, “Your feelings are your feelings, don’t let anyone take them away or make them feel invalid.”

Dejun took a breath.

“Look, it’s just…” he groaned, “Okay, fine. You know what? You’re just ruining your surprise, so that’s on you.”

You blinked at him, observing as his hand ran through his thick hair again. You always loved playing with his hair, feeling the silky strands in your fingers, and listening to him hum in pleasure. He was so beautiful; all you wanted to do was take him in again as if it were the first time.

The question, “Did you hear me at all?” snapped you out of your thoughts for the second time that day.

A confused “Huh?” was all you could muster as a reply.

He covered his face in his hands, embarrassed to have to repeat himself.

You had never heard him speak as fast as he did when his hands left his face.

“Okay-sobasicallyIwasthinkingaboutourfutureandstuff-“he rambled.

“Jun, slow down.”

He took a deep breath, frustrated. “Okay-okay- I was weird and distant because I was looking for the right time to ask, but you’re basically ruining that.”

His eyes darted around the room.

“I want you to consider marrying me.”

You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping while your poor boyfriend became a puddle on the couch, disappearing into his hands and groaning, wishing he could disappear.

“Listen, you don’t have to say yes, okay? Don’t feel pressured or anything..”

“Xiao Dejun, you absolute idiot-“you said, smacking him with a pillow, “You ignored me for weeks. Are you joking right now, asshole?” you finished your point with another smack from your trusty pillow.

“I was just waiting for the right time, okay!?” he pawed at your weapon as you continued your assault.

“So you acted like a dumbass!?”

“Well-no! I mean, I guess I did; sorry about that-STOP. SMACKING ME!” he tore the cushion from your grasp, pulling you against him as he threw it across the room.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Oh my god, Dejun. I’ll marry you, you doofus.”

He smiled, searching your eyes for regret before crashing his lips onto yours, which you quickly reciprocated.

You had missed the taste of him more than you had ever realized.

After a few moments, you pulled away, staring at him.

And he did the same, eyes picking apart every millimeter of your face, searching for inhibitions but finding none.

“I love you so much.”

“I’m going to be your spouse….” you mused, testing out how your name would sound with a new surname. Not bad, not bad at all.

“You’re so lovely, do you know that?” he pulled you back into his chest, laying down, “You’re my gorgeous, gorgeous pearl.”

You happily laid your head on his chest, smiling. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

“I know,” he said, smirking at you and cocking an eyebrow.

“Xiao!”

“What? You said it, I’m just agreeing!”

“You dork…”

And as you nuzzled into his chest, sighing happily while he squeezed your waist, you knew you belonged in his arms.