#huang guanheng fanfic

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Crowned Prince | Hendery

Prince! Hendery x Princess! Female Original Character

Author: gonelike_achoo

Genre: Romance, Drama, Arranged marriage, royalties

Word Count: 3,085

Warnings: war, violence, complex family relationships, pseudo incest (not main story, but be warned), sexual relationships

Preview: Where Hendery finds himself in an arranged marriage he can not runaway from- just as he has for everything else in his life. He has planned to runaway from the throne, but marrying the princess from the kingdom besided theirs served as his biggest hindrance.

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1: The Gathering of the Lands

Cunning, charming and the center of the night. 

That was how they would describe Moon Taeha’s bright red ball gown, in the middle of plainly colored clothings. She was the embodiment of elegance and grace, not one hair or lace out of place. There was no one better to be put center stage, but her. Just as it was when she entered the room, alone, strong and independent. There was no better place than walking through that door with her bright red dress and unlike all of her peers, greeting the people alone in one of the biggest events of the year.

The gathering of the lands was an annual ball hosted by the 5 royal families of the continent. These families rarely held balls, rarely threw parties and rarely had this amount of people roaming around their grounds, that was why this was such a prestigious ball. At this time of year, everyone who rarely walked these halls would take out their best dresses and flaunt it. Flaunting of wealth and fortune, that was all these balls were now. Long gone was its initial initiative to unite the kingdoms that sat beside one another. 

There was no one else who was enjoying this night of extravagance more than the lady at the center of attention. This was her forte, her battle grounds, she walked up to potential suitors, ladies from various lands to hear of rumors and stories that went around in their side of the kingdom. 

“Rumor has been going around, your highness,” Duchess Jung of the kingdom of Feliz lowers her voice and leans towards the princess. The duchess was merely 20, yet was carrying the child of the Duke, she was a few years younger than the still unwed princess. “Of how count Dong has been looking for a wife,” she talks of the famous good looking count from the kingdom of Hwei. 

“Is he?” Even the princess’s ears perk at the news. There weren’t a lot of good looking guys in the marriage market, thus it was an interesting thing to hear when men like them were set to look for a wife. Though, marriage was still off her plate.

“The count of Hwei and my husband have long been friends, since they were in the academy of Maha’ali.” 

“There is no source more trusted than your husband when it comes to that private count.” She nods her head as she turns to the side in order to call over a server to offer her some drinks. 

Taeha, as she was the epitome of elegance and grace, turns her head ever so slowly. Her head looks over, but stops as she spots a man quietly standing in the corner. 

If rarity in good looks were a thing among nobles, there was a group of siblings that do not fall under this category.  Aside from the royal siblings in Feliz, Hwei was known to be a hub for young handsome eligible bachelors. All born from pure noble bloods, there was no denying how powerful and important each of the men in Hwei was. The man she was looking at directly was the crowned prince of Hwei, born from the king and queen himself, he was royalty down to the tip of his toes. The crowned prince was known to be rather quiet, nearly out of the social life, rarely attending balls and showing himself to the noble crowd. Just as his striking white and blue attire stood in the corner, it was nearly impossible for heads not to turn towards him due to being such a rare sight in these events. 

“One glass of champagne,” she tells one of the servers, who was standing a few tables away from her. 

Just as her head turned towards the direction of the server. Talking among noble men were two more bachelors from the kingdom of Hwei. Standing tall among the crowd was the eldest of the bunch, who arrived late into the royal family. His was a face most popular with lines of women asking to be wed to him, it was a rather interesting sight to see that he was being pursued rather than the other way around. Standing right beside him was a man much softer in looks, but was a beauty nonetheless in comparison to his brother. He was known to have much more gentle features than the two of his brothers, as others would note that this may come from his mother rather than his father. Just as the eldest was a late addition to the royal family and so was the youngest, born into a different kingdom and raised in one, his birth and addition to the royal family in Hwei was still a political topic that the leaders of Hwei and Feliz avoided.

Taeha could simply sigh. Though they were the most eligible bachelors in the continent, they were also shrouded with rumors, some as shocking as soon as it reached her ears, while others were claims that were obviously false. 

There was a reason why they remained unwed even at the age of marriage especially for a royal family.

Soon enough the hired musicians began playing their piece, and it was there that everyone understood what was about to happen, or heard and read of it from stories of the past. In other normal balls or events, there was no need for a center stage or a huge expensive band and singer, but every once in a while the gathering of the lands was used as a stage to announce engagements among the five kingdoms. It was rare, as it was often practiced that kingdoms do not engage or marry into one another, yet in the rare case that they do it is indicated by a single song playing and able to silence the crowd to a near silence. It was easily a recognizable tune, with the beginning strong and mighty commanding everyone to turn their heads to the center. 

Just as it was often practiced, from books that she’s read about the event the two leaders would stand in the middle and announce the engagement, before calling over the two who are now engaged and allow them to dance. In history, this has only been successful twice but was attempted several times. 

So, it didn’t come as a surprise when the first king that walked into the center was the king of Hwei, though much elder everyone could tell where his sons got their looks from. His nose bridge was tall and features truly masculine, it was impossible not to call such a man in his late years good looking. Standing in the center with the same blue and white colors as his sons, but in an outfit much grandiose than all of his sons’ combined. He was easily the center of attention. He begins with greetings, just as every leader does, as a way to establish his presence.

“Thus, tonight I would like to call on one of my sons to dance in the center.” Almost immediately his eyes moved towards the son that was quietly standing at the back, obviously baffled by the sudden call on him, though his name was still to be uttered by his mouth. “Thus, I would like to call on the crowned prince of Hwei, Huang Guanheng!” The sound of clapping immediately follows. If it weren’t for the huge clapping sound echoing through the ball room, Guanheng wouldn’t have stood upright from leaning against the wall.

She watched as it took him a moment to come to his senses and begin gently bowing his head in confidence as he walked towards the center. Whispers couldn’t help but follow as he walked to the center stage. Among nobles Guanheng wasn’t perceived as the perfect ruler, some say he was too soft spoken to take charge, or that he wasn’t communicating with others enough. He didn’t try to get along with nobles and it was very clear that he wasn’t even in the slightest bit interested. He was the crowned prince, but no one truly acknowledged him as the next king of Hwei.

Once he got to the center, it was clear that even with rumors circulating about him, he stood tall. Nearly as if standing at the center stage was a different man from the person leaning against the wall of the ballroom just earlier. Though eyes were on the crowned prince of Hwei, eyes were darting between the four other kings. Anticipating who would walk towards the center stage next.

In all honesty, it wasn’t looking too good for her as well.

With a number of royal princesses already married off as soon as they were able to marry, there were only three who could be married with the prince. Aside from herself, there were two more from the kingdom of Feliz. This might be the reason behind the rarity of marrying between kingdoms, the absolute lack of pairs that could be paired.

Just as she was feeling all uneasy, the moment the red cape walked to the center, she knew that the inevitable was about to happen, that it would be her who would be called out next.  They have five siblings in total, their eldest has long been married to a count, she was thirty and five years. The following was another lady, thirty years of age, just as their eldest, married. Then followed by their only brother, the crowned prince of the kingdom of Sui, he was twenty and seven, just as it was with the two eldest, married and with children. That was also the case with the other princess that followed. All that was left was her, she was twenty and three, by  this age all her sisters were either pregnant with their second child or caring for their children. 

It wasn’t like she was of no beauty either, she’s had suitors and has been engaged a number of times, yet not one lasted longer than a month. It was quite obvious what she had been trying to get across as soon as she turned eighteen, that marriage was the least of her concerns. This was probably her parents' way of forcing her to marry, as her bethronement was now much weightier than any other engagements she has had in the past. 

“I am glad to welcome everyone tonight, as this remains a sign of cooperation between the kingdom, each and every nobleman present tonight would stand witness as another feat for peace would be settled with the tying of our two royal children.” King Taemu, the king of Sui, smiles at the crowd and turns his head towards the crowned prince standing just as tall as he was. “Thus, I shall call my youngest daughter to the front,” Taeha feels her heart drop at the moment, “Princess Moon Taeha!” As if her name was a cursed word, she flinches.

The moment she looked up at her father, triumph was written all over his face. She then quickly scans the crowd as eyes watch her every move, just as they did with the crowned prince of Hwei earlier. However, she doesn’t want to repeat the same mistakes that he did, instead of appearing more flustered she takes a deep breath in, even as her hands were shaking she grabs her dress to slightly lift it and walk to the center.

She stood right beside her father and beside the crowned prince, who appeared to be much taller than he looks. With her head held up high and her hands trembling, she couldn’t help but glare at her father every chance she got. Though it was unladylike of her, she would rather glare at him now than she dances with her now fiance. 

“We hope to invite everyone present tonight in two months in the kingdom of Hwei to celebrate the union of the princess of Sui and the next heir of Hwei!” Immediately the ballroom erupts in cheers and joys from the news, this was probably the first– and most likely the last– in their generation where two great kingdoms were to marry.

“My beloved youngest daughter, princess Taeha and my future son-in-law, prince Guanheng, the two of you may start the dance tonight.” As it was tradition for the now engaged couple to dance together first, as a spectacle, a show, a political tool. Tonight, once her hands were placed on top of his shoulders it would mean that escaping this marriage would be nearly impossible. 

Thus, when a hand was offered in front of her and the room erupts in murmurs, she knew that there was no way she could think of a way out of this at this moment. Thus, she did what every lady would do when offered with a dance she couldn’t refuse, she turned around and bowed towards her father and then to the king before facing the hand held up towards her. Then she bowed towards him. 

“I believe, your fathers would leave the two of you to enjoy the stage.” The King of Hwei gives them a mischievous smile. 

Without uttering another word, the crowned prince acknowledges his father with a simple nod of his head. “Then shall we proceed, princess?” The way he called her ‘princess’ felt like he was mocking her. Instead of uttering a word towards the prince who, just as she was, appears to hate every moment this set up gave them, she simply accepts the hand that was held out for a little too long. She forces a smile on her face, but as everyone in this hall has seen her with the same smile earlier, no one could tell that she was annoyed beyond her wits. That is except for the man guiding her down to the center of the dancing area. 

They stood there, unsure of what song and routine they would be dancing to. At that moment, Taeha stood upright, just as the crown prince was, and they were finally looking each other in the eye. Indeed, rumors cannot be made up about how good looking the next heir of Hwei looked. His eyes were big and his features strong, he kept himself clean and he, just as she took a whiff earlier, smelled just as clean. She’s seen images on painting, but they could not compare to his beauty.

Taeha simply takes a deep breath, in order to calm herself down and stop her from complimenting the prince further. It wasn’t long after that the music began playing. In an instant the two well trained royals knew how the dance would go.

With a hand on his shoulders and his hand on her waist, they take steps in tune to the music. The dance originates from the kingdom of Maha’ali, known to be a romantic dance meant for couples to get to know each other as they move. It was slow, and kept them close, but not too close, just enough to converse without anyone other than them to hear their conversation. Intimate enough for only two, but leaves enough space for the dance not to turn awkward. 

“Indeed,” she mutters as she takes a step, “they’ve talked about this engagement long before.” 

“Is it because of the choice of music?” The prince is close enough to hear her mutters.

“The piece is no simple feat to learn, your highness. As my knowledge suffices, there is no band in the land that knows how to play this tune.” They do a simple turn, and take a step away from each other.

Yet the distance was closed in a mere second. “And how would you,” his eyes scan the band playing in the corner, “know of that, princess?” The way he calls her princess feels like he was swearing at her.

“Noble women always want the most absurd, your highness.” She glances over his shoulders when given the opportunity. She would be an absolute rock if she never noticed the envious dagger like stares towards her.

“You speak as if you aren’t noble yourself.” 

“I believe the absurdity of society needs to be called out.” 

“Indeed,” Guanheng simply nods his head.

Then the two begin dancing just as they were taught, with absolute precision and grace. If anyone was in their right mind, they would understand that they were nothing compared to the royal family. Sure they could send envious stares towards the princess, but the famously beautiful and graceful princess suited the crowned prince more than anyone else in this room. It was uncommon for two royal families to marry into one another, but much rare was the marriage of two people of the same age. 

“Appears the good looking crown prince has some admirers,” she decides to break the ice further by commenting on the stares she’s been getting since they’ve begun to dance.

“Are they admirers of me or are they admirers of my title?” He smiles at her, but one that was obviously forced upon.

Taeha sighs. “Well, not a lot of those women would be married to men the same age, and fewer would be able to marry a crowned prince.” 

“Indeed,” he replies the same as he did earlier, as if he wanted to say more but was holding himself back. 

Then they danced once again in silence. Taking steps they’ve memorized and practiced for as long as they could walk. Holding themselves up in a way that people would describe elegance and grace. 

“Does it not occur to you, princess,” this time him calling her out was much softer, “that your father simply repressed the bands from playing this difficult tune from Maha’ali for your engagement?” 

“Do you think my father is as obsessive as that?” 

“Not yours,” he pauses, “mine.” His eyes slightly grew a bit at that moment. “He can be a little… overbearing as a father.” 

“Ah,” was the princess’s reply as they took one last turn on the dance floor. Once she takes a step back to bow towards him once more, she takes notice of how every single pair of eyes were looking at them– not just her.

“Knowing my father, it won’t be long until we meet again, princess.” Guanheng takes her hand and leaves a light peck on it, it was a universal sign between them that he was bidding his farewell to the lady.

When Guanheng bid her his farewell, she didn’t expect things to roll out as quickly as they did.

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matching halloween costumes with wayv !!

request: can i get a ‘asking wayv to do matching halloween costumes’ pretty please 🙏

a/n: call him winwin cuz he make me wetwet😏

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꒰ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ꒱ 黃冠亨

summary : hendery was your bestfriend, and dealer, but one night you start to see clearly through the high

genre : fluff, friends to lovers, hendery x afab!reader, stoner!hendery, slice of life tws : language, drug use (weed), shotgunning, kissing author notes : nct will always be stoners in my mind word count : 1k

the air was still thick with the lingering humidity from the day; so thick that you practically felt like you could slice your hand through it. you even tried a couple times, swearing that you could see a gap from where it had passed. it earned a deep chuckle from the man pressed so close to your side you could feel him inside your skin—or maybe that was the high that made you feel like that. 

you watched as a long puff of smoke expelled from his mouth and nose, reaching so far out into the night sky until it eventually dissipated. he took one more, simulating the same breath as before, then holding the small, half-smoked blunt out for you to take. 

and, you did, feeling a wave of competitiveness wash over you. “hendery, watch this!” you all but shouted (it was barely over a regular speaking voice, but through the silence of the night it echoed off). 

his movements were slow but with purpose as he turned to his side, leaning on his forearm to face you. he hummed, eyes fixed on your lips as they wrapped around the cylinder in preparation to inhale. you felt the familiar burn (it wasn’t your first time getting high—especially not with him) soon after coat your lungs. he had given you your first: first taste, first blunt, first edible, and first dealer all those years ago.

he’d been your friend so long that you had forgotten all the fine details, but he was always there when you needed him to be. 

and, today had been particularly stressful. you had the closing shift, but even at the early morning hours you knew you could get your bestest friend in the whole wide world to come lay out on your deck with you. you also knew he’d bring you stress relief; in the form of himself... and illicit drugs. 

you had forgotten to tell him what to look for—call it a cloudy brain—and when you tried, the smoke poured out of your mouth and right at his face. you watched him fight back with inhaling.

“what was that, y/n?” he laughed again. "a poor attempt at a shotgun?"

you humphed. “shut up. i actually learned a trick! watch carefully.” you finally explained, taking a long drag, and handing it off. he took it and watched as you sat up, blowing the smoke out, swirling the hand that you weren’t leaning on like a wild tornado. it didn’t do anything but make the smoke scatter faster—it especially didn’t do what you had non-verbally promised hendery you learned. 

yet, you lied anyway, exaggerating an excitement. “see! see! did you see that?” you put your hand to your chest proudly. “yeah, i’m pretty awesome… no need to applaud, i know.” 

he hummed again, folding his arms to act as a cushion between his skull and the hardwood. you stared at him for a moment—and he did up at you, too—before his eyes just closed. you gawked at him (the audacity?), grumbling as you fell onto your back again.

you turned on your side, staring at his unsuspecting figure. you watched as his chest rose and fell in rhythm—you even swear you could see each breath he took, and his heart beating gently. he looked... pretty?

you swallowed a chuckle, almost appalled that the thought had even crossed your mind at all. maybe the high really was getting to you; maybe he had brought something new—another first—that would explain the out of character observations.

but still, you noticed. you noticed his sharp jaw, and defined nose. you noticed how his dark hair complimented his clear skin. you noticed how he looked so peaceful, and it made you wonder if he had ever noticed you. you wondered what was going on inside his head right now. was it just zebras jumping through ice cream hills, or was he mostly clear-minded? you even almost asked, breaking the comfortable silence, but you poked his cheek instead.

you continued to dig into his dimple as he cracked a smile. "what the hell?" he asked through a laugh. "what do you want? the blunt? you can use your words, y/n."

you nodded. "yeah, give me it." he reached over his torso, his hand coming into view with the mostly smoked blunt. you took it. "i learned another trick."

his eyebrows rose in curiosity. "oh yeah? if it's anything like your last one, it'll be hard to beat."

you rolled your eyes, taking in a deep breath, and watching the end fizzle away more. you sat up once again, staring down at your bestfriend who kept his attention on you, slightly amused. you ushered for him to sit up too, and for a while he just kept asking you what? until eventually you grabbed at his shirt. he got the hint with another chuckle that for some reason made your stomach twist.

"what is it?" he asked, leaning back on his hands. "if you hold it in any longer you're going to choke."

he was right, and that's why your actions were quick, making you slightly dizzy. you got up onto your knees, leaning into hendery's face—slim cheeks between your forefinger and thumb—and pressing so his lips would part. they did, and you opened yours to let the smoke once again pour out at him. his eyes never did leave yours as he sucked in a shaky breath, the intoxicated stare making you weak.

"poor attempt?" you mocked quietly, lips brushing with feather-light touches; almost as if they were forbidden. and, as you were pulling away, his hand quickly tugged you by the neck back to him, fully connecting the distance.

your eyes closed, your stomach twisting once again. he had always been the first: the first person you got high with. the first person you called your bestfriend. the first person you noticed in a crowded room. and, though he wasn't your first kiss—or boyfriend, frankly—you feared if it went further, he would be the last.

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SWITCH-UP — WONG KUNHANG (黄冠亨) (18+)

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field trips were often the same, no matter the school. Herding into buses with chatter buzzing, students bemoaning the long ride or rolling their eyes at the thought of a mundane museum tour. a typical day out of the classroom, yet not much different from sitting at a desk. teachers barely holding the reins, students sneaking off for a smoke or gossip in secluded corners. for most, it was a rare break from monotony. these excursions usually ceased after the third year of high school, as if to mark a rite of passage into adulthood, where such frivolities no longer held space. but your university—oh, it was different.

here, nothing followed tradition, least of all the idea that field trips were for the young and naive. your university wasn’t bound by convention, and why would it be? prestige and wealth had a way of bending the rules. field trips continued well into your final years, an indulgence rather than an obligation, a reflection of the privilege sewn into the very fabric of your life. you didn’t mind. in fact, you’d grown to love it, this life shaped by the whims of the rich.

money came easy, after all. so did publicity and popularity, two byproducts of your academic brilliance and sharp athleticism. it all fit together like a carefully crafted puzzle, each piece adding another layer to your identity. it was a package deal—the intelligence, the skill. you had learned to navigate it seamlessly, embracing the unspoken power it gave you. you knew exactly who you were and how to wield that knowledge to your advantage.

your only flaw, some would say, was that you were a bitch. you weren’t ashamed of it. why should you be? the world you lived in didn’t reward kindness; it rewarded control. and you had control in spades. no one had their way with you—no one ever would. you were sharp, unyielding, and yes, at times cruel. it wasn’t something you denied, not even to yourself. the whispers in the hallways, the glances exchanged in the bathroom as girls fixed their lipstick in the mirror—it was all the same. they called you a bitch, and you owned it. better to be feared than forgotten.

the only person who didn’t seem to see you through that lens was kunhang. where others whispered behind your back or trembled in your presence, he adored you. bright and bubbly, he was the rare exception, the one who refused to believe you were anything but assertive. he defended you relentlessly, as if worshipping your very existence. he was infatuated, and it showed in every wide-eyed gaze, every laugh that burst from his lips when you were near.

you had thought it was natural for a boyfriend to be protective, to spin the narrative in your favor, but kunhang wasn’t faking it. he looked at you as though you hung the moon, as though every sharp word and cool glance only added to the mystique that made you irresistible. whipped didn’t even begin to cover it. he was enamored, and while you didn’t let many get close, he had earned his place. perhaps it was his earnestness, or maybe the way he never flinched in the face of your cutting remarks. he didn’t just accept you as you were; he adored you for it.

you allowed yourself to be softer around him, just a little. when his hand found yours, you didn’t pull away. at first, the gesture had felt awkward—foreign even—but over time, you grew to hold it with pride. kunhang, ever affectionate, was quick to pull you in for a kiss or wrap you in a hug, and while you rarely initiated, you never denied him. his adoration was intoxicating in its simplicity, and in those moments, you almost forgot the weight of your reputation. you almost forgot that in the eyes of everyone else, you were untouchable, untamable—a bitch with no patience for weakness. but with him, you let yourself lean into something softer, even if just for a moment.

the only reason you had walked hand-in-hand through the dense forest toward the campsite, surrounded by your classmates, was because of him. kunhang’s grip on your hand was tighter than yours, but you didn’t mind. his smile, bright and pure, was contagious enough to make you forget the slight discomfort of the heat or the uneven path beneath your feet. as you both neared the site, his eyes lit up with barely contained excitement. “we’re gonna share a tent, right?” his voice was laced with eagerness, the undertone making your smile widen.

“i was thinking of sleeping alone,” you teased, letting your tone carry an air of false seriousness. for a moment, you saw his grin falter, a frown quickly replacing the earlier joy, and you nearly regretted your words. “i’m just kidding,” you added, the corner of your lips quirking upwards as relief washed over him, his radiant smile returning.

the campsite was nestled between towering trees, their branches draping like a protective canopy over the rows of tents that your classmates had begun setting up. the scent of pine hung in the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the damp ground beneath your feet. it was simple, perhaps too simple for a group as accustomed to luxury as yours, but there was a certain charm in the ruggedness. the makeshift fire pit in the center of the site flickered with the beginnings of a small flame, casting long shadows across the clearing. logs arranged in a circle around it served as seats for your group, who laughed and chatted as they worked to establish a sense of comfort in the wilderness.

you leaned back in your folding chair, watching as hendery—no, kunhang, to everyone else—struggled momentarily with the tent’s poles. his tongue poked out in concentration, brows furrowed in determination. it was amusing, the way he worked so hard, so focused. he wanted everything to be perfect, to prove himself capable. and you—well, you were perfectly content admiring him from a distance.

“nice job, kunhang,” a voice chimed in from nearby, and you turned to see one of the girls from your class offering him a thumbs-up, her face lit with a smile. she seemed harmless enough, but the sight of her addressing him so familiarly made something inside you tighten. to everyone else, he was kunhang, the boy with the easy laugh and friendly demeanor. but to you? he was hendery, your hendery. the nickname was yours alone, something intimate that others had no right to touch.

“keep walking,” you snapped, your voice sharp enough to slice through the air like a whip. the girl’s smile faltered, her eyes darting to her friend for support before they both hurried off, the lightness in their steps fading into an awkward shuffle. hendery couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped from his lips, amused by the situation. he glanced at you, eyes filled with that familiar adoration, but said nothing.

the dinner that followed was as expected. adequate. passable. you couldn’t expect much from camp food, after all. it was edible, at least, and that was enough for the evening. you ate in silence, content to let the sounds of the forest and the chatter of your classmates fill the gaps. hendery, on the other hand, watched you with a quiet smile, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he was holding back a secret. you met his gaze, raising an eyebrow as you chewed. “what? is my makeup creasing?” you asked, feigning concern while your eyes glinted with humor.

he smiled softly, shaking his head. “i have to stare,” he murmured, his voice dropping low, almost reverent. “you’re so beautiful.” compliments had always come easily to you, especially in this world of wealth and admiration. but his words—his simple, unadorned praise—held a different weight. they felt genuine in a way that made your heart stutter, your cheeks warming under the softness of his gaze. you could never quite get used to it, no matter how often he said it. there was something about the way he looked at you, something that made you feel seen in a way that was both flattering and unsettling.

tonight, though, his gaze lingered too long, and it wasn’t just admiration that danced behind his eyes. there was something more—something heated, almost guilty. his eyes roamed, caught on the way your shorts hugged your legs, the loose strands of hair framing your face in the gentle evening breeze, the smudged remnants of your makeup after a long day outdoors. it was nothing special, nothing you hadn’t worn a hundred times before, yet his gaze made you feel exposed, almost vulnerable. you knew that look. it wasn’t just admiration; it was something far more intense, far more complicated.

“you must like me a lot if you think i look good like this,” you teased lightly, finishing the last of your meal before rising to take your bowl away. you expected him to laugh, maybe to throw back a quick retort, but when you glanced down, you saw the unmistakable flush that colored his cheeks, the way his eyes widened in sudden panic. it was an accidental glance, something you hadn’t meant to see—but there it was. the bulge in his sweats was impossible to miss, painfully obvious, and the shade of crimson that darkened his face only confirmed it.

“no way,” you scoffed in amusement, the laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. he moved quickly, bringing his hands up to cover himself in a desperate attempt to hide the evidence, but it was too late. his stammered apology came out in broken fragments, his voice shaking with embarrassment. “i’m so— i’m so sorry—” he didn’t know where to look, how to explain, and the sheer mortification on his face was almost enough to make you feel bad for him. almost.

“move your hands,” you commanded, your voice cutting through his flustered panic with the same authority you always carried. hendery hesitated, but he always did as you asked. slowly, shakily, he let his hands fall away, his eyes darting around to make sure no one else had noticed. but it was just the two of you now, and your laughter echoed softly in the quiet space between you. “you’re joking,” you muttered, half in disbelief, half in amusement. but no, there it was, even more prominent now, standing to attention as if mocking him in his helplessness. you met his gaze again, and his eyes, slick with unshed tears of shame, only made the situation more surreal.

acoffing, you set your bowl down with a sigh before reaching for his hand. you didn’t give him time to react, to protest, as you pulled him out of his seat and away from the others, leading him toward the shadowed cover of the forest. “what are you doing?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, sniffling in confusion. you tugged him along with little regard for his unease. “no one’s looking. come on,” you paused, turning to face him, “don’t cry just yet.”

the forest around you felt silent and still, the distant crackle of the campfire muffled by the heavy, thick air that clung to your skin. you didn’t care about anything else—not the others back at the campsite, not the thin veil of night creeping over the treetops. it was just you and hendery now, and the pounding of his heartbeat that seemed to echo through the night. you pressed him against the rough bark of the tree, the jagged surface biting into his back, and his breath hitched in his throat. his chest rose and fell in uneven, jagged breaths, each one sharper than the last. his eyes were wide, glistening with unshed tears of embarrassment, and he stared at you like a deer caught in headlights, his lips quivering as he struggled to hold back.

you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his face, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his whole body trembling beneath your touch. “didn’t i tell you not to cry?” you asked, your voice rough, almost daring him to break the command. the weight of your words lingered in the air between you both, heavy and suffocating.

his response came in the form of a shaky nod, his hands gripping the tree behind him for stability as he wiped hastily at the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. you watched the movement, your gaze unwavering, hard. but then, as you let your eyes drop lower, to the obvious bulge in his sweats, it was impossible to ignore the way it strained against the fabric, pressing insistently as if begging for attention.

you tilted your head slightly, smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. “what’s all the fuss?” you murmured, your tone shifting, softening like silk draping over his skin. the change in your voice had an immediate effect on him. you watched as his dick twitched visibly through his sweats, a reaction he couldn’t hide if he tried. a choked sound escaped his lips, something between a gasp and a whimper, and his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. the embarrassment in his eyes was replaced with something else now—something more primal, more desperate.

“are you really that desperate?” you asked, leaning in closer until your breath was ghosting over his ear, your voice dripping with amusement. “are you that big of a pervert, baby?” your hand dropped lower, nails lightly grazing over the length of his clothed shaft. even through the layers of fabric, you could feel it—the way it pulsed, hard and warm, straining against the confines of his sweats as if begging for more. the touch was light, teasing, but it was enough to make him tremble, his knees buckling slightly as he leaned further back against the tree for support.

his mouth fell open as a whimper finally escaped, his head tilting back against the rough bark. “i’m sorry,” he whimpered, his voice broken and small, almost pleading. “i’m so sorry.” you scoffed, unimpressed by his pitiful apology, and in one swift motion, your touch went from teasing to something far harsher. your hand tightened around his bulge, squeezing with just enough force to make him cry out, a loud, needy moan spilling from his lips before he could stop it. his body jerked against the tree, and his breath came out in shallow, desperate gasps.

“you’re sorry?” you mocked, raising an eyebrow as you loosened your grip just slightly. his face twisted in a mixture of shame and pleasure, and you could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled under your control. “show me how sorry you are.” your words cut through the haze of his mind, and before he had time to process them, you were on him again. your hand tightened once more, eliciting another loud, desperate moan from his lips as you pressed your body closer to his. without warning, your lips crashed against his, silencing his moans as your mouths moved together in a frantic, messy kiss.

he kissed back immediately, unable to restrain himself any longer. his lips moved against yours, hungry, desperate, his hands scrambling to find purchase on your body as his mind spiraled out of control. it was all too much—the way your hand gripped him, the way your lips claimed his with such possessive force, the way your body pressed against him, making it impossible to think, impossible to breathe.

every whimper, every moan that slipped from his lips was muffled by your mouth, and you could feel the way his body responded, the way he shuddered under your touch, utterly at your mercy. he kissed you like he was drowning, like you were the only thing keeping him afloat in the suffocating weight of his desire. and you knew, from the way he trembled, from the way he gasped into your mouth, that you had him exactly where you wanted him.

you pulled back from the kiss, leaving him panting, breathless, lips swollen from the frantic mess you’d made of him. his head hung low, hair falling into his eyes as he tried to collect himself, chest heaving with the weight of every desperate breath. his cheeks were stained red, a shade darker than before, and the faint shimmer of tears still clung to his lashes. “look at you,” you whispered, voice low and sharp, like the edge of a blade grazing skin. “what would they think if they saw you like this? if they saw how desperate you are for me?”

your words hit him like a punch, and his whole body tensed against the tree. his eyes shot up to meet yours, wide and panicked, as if the thought of anyone else knowing what was happening between you terrified him more than anything. but there was no escaping it, not now. you could see the conflict in his gaze—the lingering embarrassment colliding headfirst with the raw, unfiltered lust that was consuming him whole. “i—” his voice broke, small and weak, as he struggled to find the words, shaking his head helplessly. “i can’t help it,” he breathed, the confession falling from his lips like a prayer. “i’m desperate for you.”

his answer hung in the air, heavy and thick with tension, and you could see the shame in his eyes, the way he was utterly, hopelessly whipped for you. it was almost pathetic—the way he looked at you, wide-eyed and trembling, like he’d give anything just to feel you again, just to hear you speak his name. “desperate,” you repeated, tasting the word on your tongue, savoring it as you leaned closer, your lips ghosting over his ear. “is that what you are, baby? desperate?”

his breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping his throat as he pressed himself harder against the tree, as if trying to disappear into the bark, trying to hide from the humiliation that was burning him from the inside out. but he couldn’t hide—not from you. not when you had him pinned like this, trapped under the weight of your words, completely at your mercy. his eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself together. the humiliation was etched into every line of his face, every breath that passed his lips, and yet the bulge in his sweats only seemed to grow more pronounced, more insistent with every word that spilled from your mouth.

“tell me, baby,” you continued, your voice softening, a cruel sweetness seeping into your tone. “are you ashamed? do you like being this desperate for me?” he swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper as he answered, “i—i can’t stop. i—” he broke off, breath catching in his throat, eyes flicking up to meet yours, pleading. “i just, i need you.”

his confession was raw, dripping with need, and it sent a thrill through you, a rush of power that made your lips curl into a smirk. you let your hand drift lower, fingers brushing lightly over his clothed length, feeling the way he twitched under your touch, the way his breath hitched in his throat. “of course you do,” you murmured, eyes darkening as you tightened your grip, feeling him pulse beneath your fingers. “but you don’t get to have me until i say so.”

a sharp gasp tore from his lips as you squeezed, his body jerking forward instinctively, as if trying to chase the touch, but you pulled back just as quickly, watching as his face twisted in frustration and need. his hands clung to the bark behind him, knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back, of staying still, of not falling apart completely beneath you. “such a sweet boy,” you mocked, the words dripping with sarcasm as your other hand slipped up to his jaw, forcing him to look at you. his eyes were glassy, tears threatening to spill over again, and it only made you smirk wider, relishing the sight of him so undone.

he opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat, and all that came out was a soft, broken moan as your hand drifted lower again, fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of his sweats. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his whole body trembled under your touch, and it made you laugh softly, a dark, amused sound that made him shudder. “you’re already this hard,” you noted, your tone a mixture of disbelief and mockery as you tugged at the waistband, pulling his sweats down just enough to free his length. it sprung up, hard and eager, and the sight of it only made your smirk deepen. “are you really that big of a pervert?”

his face flushed a deeper shade of red, and he bit down on his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. but he couldn’t stop it, not with your hand wrapping around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, your grip tight enough to make him squirm. “i—” his voice broke again, barely a whisper, and he whimpered as your fingers grazed the sensitive tip, teasing him, driving him to the edge without giving him what he so desperately wanted. “please.”

you raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer until your lips brushed against his ear, your voice low and taunting. “please what, baby? tell me what you want.” he shuddered, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, and he tilted his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to find the words, his whole body trembling with the effort. “please,” he whispered again, voice cracking, “i—i need to fuck you.” your smirk widened at his desperation, at the way he was so willing to beg for you, to completely submit to whatever you wanted from him. and you weren’t about to let that go unrewarded.

with one swift movement, you pulled his sweats down further, exposing more of him to the cool night air, and your hand wrapped around him fully, stroking with just enough pressure to make him gasp, his hips bucking instinctively into your touch. his moans were soft at first, barely audible, but as your pace quickened, they grew louder, more desperate, more needy. “you like this, don’t you?” you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement as you watched the way his face twisted in pleasure. “being so completely at my mercy.”

his response was a broken, breathless moan, and his hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, fingers digging into the bark behind him as his body shook with the intensity of it all. you could see the way his tears threatened to spill over again, the way his whole body trembled beneath your touch, and it only fueled the fire inside you, the desire to completely undo him. leaning in, you kissed him again, hard and unrelenting, swallowing his moans as your hand continued to work him, the heat between you growing with every passing second. his lips moved against yours, messy and eager, his desperation seeping into every kiss, every touch, until all that was left was the sound of his broken moans and the sharp, needy gasps that filled the air around you.

you pulled back, letting him pant against you, his eyes blinking open to meet yours, glazed with a mix of passion and despair. “you wanna fuck me? fill my pussy up?” you asked, your voice a low purr that sent a shiver down his spine. he nodded frantically, his breaths coming in short, stuttering bursts as he choked out a single word. “yes, please, fuck.”

you stepped back, your hand sliding away from his cock, leaving him standing there, exposed and desperate. your eyes raked over him, taking in the sight of his shaking legs, his flushed skin, the way he was barely holding himself together. “not yet,” you murmured, the smirk never leaving your lips as you turned away, heading back towards the tents. he stumbled after you, sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes never leaving your retreating form.

you reached your tent, the one you’d so confidently claimed earlier, and without looking back, you slipped inside. you could hear his footsteps hastening, the sound of him tripping over a root, his gasp of pain muffled by the thick carpet of leaves beneath his feet. you didn’t bother with the zipper, letting the flap fall open behind you as you moved deeper into the tent, his eyes following you like a starving man watching food being dangled just out of reach.

his eyes never left yours as he stumbled in after you, his movements clumsy with desire. you let your shirt fall to the ground, revealing your lacy bra, your breasts heaving with every breath you took. his gaze dropped to your chest, his mouth watering at the sight, and you could see the way his cock twitched in response. “you sure you want it?” you taunted, cupping your breasts, your thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. his eyes snapped back to yours, a silent plea, and you laughed, the sound echoing through the tent.

you stepped closer, your hand reaching out to trace the line of his jaw before sliding down to grip his neck, your thumb resting against his pulse point. it was racing, a frantic drumbeat that matched the thundering in your own chest. “you can have it,” you whispered, leaning in until your breath mingled with his, “but only if you can handle it. can you handle me, baby?” your voice was a challenge, a promise wrapped in a warning, and he nodded, his eyes wide with need.

your hand slid down to the base of his throat, your grip tightening as you pushed him back onto the makeshift bed, the sleeping bag rustling beneath him. he lay there, panting, his cock standing tall and proud, begging for attention. but you weren’t done playing yet. with a wicked smile, you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips, your pussy hovering just above his dick. the warmth of him radiated through the fabric of your shorts, making you wet, making you ache for more. you leaned in, pressing your chest against his, the feel of his heart hammering against yours as you whispered into his ear, “are you sure you can handle this?”

his only response was a desperate nod, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound dark and thrilling. you reached behind you, unbuttoning your shorts with a flick of your thumbs before sliding them down, your ass cheeks exposed to the cool night air. his eyes followed the movement, his pupils dilating with want, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted. “just like that,” you murmured, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “now, let’s see if you can be quiet for me, okay?”

you ground down onto him, the fabric of your panties rubbing against his cock, the friction setting your nerves alight. he groaned, his hands coming up to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. but you slapped them away, a smirk playing on your lips. “no touching, unless i say so,” you warned, the words a hiss that sent a shiver down his spine. his eyes searched yours, desperate for understanding, for reassurance, but all he found was the same cold, hard stare.

his breath hitched as you reached back, sliding your panties to the side, and you could feel his cock, hot and insistent, pressing against your wetness. you took a deep breath, savoring the moment before you sank down onto him, the head of his dick parting your folds, filling you inch by delicious inch. his eyes rolled back in his head, a deep, guttural moan ripping from his throat as you took him fully, your pussy tightening around him like a vice.

the tent was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him, the harshness of your breath as you rode him, his muffled moans as you dictated the pace. it was intoxicating, the power you had over him, the way he was so desperate for you, so completely and utterly lost in your control. your hips rocked back and forth, grinding down onto him, each movement bringing you closer to the edge, your eyes never leaving his. but it took a turn, one that you could clearly see in his eyes. his expression darkened at the sensation of your cunt clenching against his slick cock, and you could feel your ego dissipate as he grabbed onto your hips. his hands were rough and stronger than anticipated as he pinned you down, his dick never daring to slide put of you.

his thrusts grew more demanding, less submissive, and a thrill shot through your body at the sudden shift. his eyes bore into yours, a silent challenge, and you felt something within you unravel, something that hadn't been touched by anyone else. your breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts, your nipples tight and sensitive against the fabric of your bra. you could feel the beginnings of your climax, the tension coiling in your belly, but he was relentless, driving into you like he was trying to claim a piece of you that you hadn't known was yours to give.

his teeth grazed your earlobe, his breath hot and needy as he whispered, “this pussy’s all mine.” the words sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you weren’t the one in charge anymore. you were just another person, a body that was his to use, his to claim. your pussy clenched around him as he fucked you harder, the sound of your slapping flesh echoing in the tent. you threw your head back, moaning loudly, and the vibration of the sound only seemed to spur him on, his grip tightening, his thrusts growing deeper.

his eyes searched yours, looking for approval, for a sign that this was what you wanted, and you met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between you. your hand reached back, grasping his neck, pulling him closer until your mouths met again in a kiss that was anything but gentle. your teeth clashed, your tongues battling for dominance as you both gave into the carnality of the moment. his fingers dug into your skin, leaving bruises that would last a long while. “some power you have over me,” he mocked, pausing to pull out before slamming back in with a growl. “what power? so bold while i’m splitting you in half.”

you threw your head back, a gasp escaping your throat as he hit just the right spot, the one that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. “keep going,” you managed to murmur, your voice strained with pleasure. “don’t stop, hendery. please don’t stop.” and he didn’t. he kept fucking you, hard and fast, his grip on your hips unyielding, his rhythm punishing. you could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy gripping him tighter with every thrust, and it was delicious, it was maddening, it was everything you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.

his hand slid up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over the nipple through the fabric of your bra. the sensation was electric, shooting straight to your core, making you arch your back and push down onto him even harder. “you like that?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. “you like when i use you?” you nodded, unable to form coherent words, and he chuckled, the sound dark and triumphant. he pulled the cup of your bra down, exposing your nipple to the cool air, and took it into his mouth, sucking and biting until you were writhing beneath him, your cries growing louder and more desperate.

his other hand slid down to your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you bucking your hips up to meet his touch. the pleasure was almost too much to bear, pressure building within you that threatened to consume you whole. “cum for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice a command that resonated through your body. “let me hear you fall apart, fuck.” and you did. with a loud, guttural cry that seemed to shake the very earth beneath you, you came, your pussy spasming around his cock, your body shaking with the intensity of it all.

he didn’t stop, though, his movements growing even more erratic as he chased his own release. you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened and his breath grew ragged. and then, with one final, brutal thrust, he came, his cum filling you up, the warmth of it spreading through your core. your eyes locked onto his, the intimacy of the moment so intense it was almost painful. for a few seconds, you just laid there, panting, your hearts beating as one, the world outside the tent forgotten. however, it wasn’t.

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Everything is Fine - Hendery x Reader ONESHOT

Pairing: Hendery x Reader

Word Count: 7,694

Warnings: thriller, being held against your will(?), obsessive behavior

Summary: 🎃 Halloween Special 🎃 Y/n attends a Halloween party with her friends, but what starts as a normal night starts to feel...off. But luckily the party's host is there to keep her company, right?

A/N: Was I inspired by Hendery's goofy ass Halloween costume from 2021...no did I add it into the plot anyways...yes this is not the first Hendery fic I've written, but it IS the first I've posted. I had this idea for a while now, just chilling in my head, and I thought it would be perfect to write for a Halloween special, cause slay! I hope you enjoy this one, as I enjoyed writing it 💚

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The music pulsed through the crowded house, a deep bassline that vibrated in Y/n’s chest as she stood near the entrance, scanning the room. People were laughing, their costumes a wild mix of horror and humor, faces painted with skulls, fake blood, and cheap masks. She hadn’t really wanted to come, but her friend had insisted, dragging her along to the supposed biggest Halloween party of the year at some random University dudes house.

Y/n adjusted the sleeves of her costume, feeling a bit out of place but determined to enjoy the night. She clutched her cup, already half-empty with some brightly colored concoction she didn’t recognize. It was strong, judging by the slight buzz that tingled at the edges of her mind. 

It wasn't that Y/n wasn’t a party person, she actually enjoyed parties every now and then. But today was just an off day for her.

Her friend had already disappeared into the crowd, leaving Y/n to fend for herself. She wasn’t sure what to do next, join the throng on the makeshift dance floor, or maybe find a corner and people-watch. The place was nice, though. Too nice, really. The grand entryway and the wide, high-ceilinged rooms made her feel like she had stepped into a mansion. It seemed way too luxurious for just a Halloween party. 

But, everything was fine. 

She took a sip from her cup, trying to focus on the laughter around her, the clinking of glasses, and the chatter of the partygoers. No need to be so tense, she told herself. This was supposed to be fun. 

Her eyes drifted to the far end of the room, where a figure stood motionless against the wall, dressed in a fully black, head-to-toe bodysuit. White details were cut out in the shape of a face. Hollow, exaggerated features that made it impossible to tell where his eyes were, or if he was even looking at her. The stark contrast of the white against the black made him stand out, but the whole costume had this funny, slightly absurd edge to it. Looking down the persons hand, they were holding a prop wrench.

She couldn’t tell what they were supposed to be. Maybe some abstract ghost? A shadow something-or-other? The costume was strange, but in the middle of a Halloween party full of zombies and witches, it wasn’t the strangest thing. And for some reason, it made her smile. 

She wasn’t sure if they were watching her, or just looking out at the crowd in general. It was unnerving not being able to see their eyes. But the stillness in their posture and the odd costume made them feel almost harmless in a weird way. She chuckled to herself, wondering what their deal was.

"Hey," someone suddenly called from her left, interrupting her thoughts. Her friend waved from across the room, holding up another drink. “You having fun yet?”

Y/n nodded, though she wasn’t so sure. "Yeah, it’s...good."

Her friend just nodded, her donkey ears shaking as she did, before disappearing into the crowd again. 

Y/n couldn’t quite remember when she had signed up for a Shrek-themed group costume with her friends, but at that moment, it hardly mattered. She stood there in a green dress with gold accents, along with a cute tiara, a striking nod to Princess Fiona, and embraced the whimsical absurdity of it all.

And yet, as she looked around, something felt...just a little bit off. Not enough to notice right away, but there was a tension in the air, a subtle shift, like a wrong note in a song. She shook it off, blaming it on the alcohol.

It was just a Halloween party, after all. Everything was fine. 

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Another hour passed, and with it, another few drinks. Y/n felt lighter now, her head pleasantly fuzzy as the alcohol took hold. The nerves that had tightened her shoulders earlier had loosened, and she found herself swaying to the music, even though the beat wasn’t steady. Was it always this off-key? It didn’t matter. Everything felt a little blurry, like the edges of the room had softened.

Her thoughts wandered as she moved, the rhythm of the crowd pulling her in, and for a while, she forgot about the oddness that had nagged at her earlier. The drinks helped with that. She smiled as her friend passed by, throwing an arm around her shoulder for a moment before disappearing again into the crowd of people.

It was fine. Everything was fine.

Yet, there was still this slight undercurrent of wrongness that tugged at her every now and then. The laughter around her seemed a little too loud at times, and the way the people moved, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was...not right. The way their bodies swayed or turned, it almost felt like they were moving in fast-forward for a second, then slowing down again. Or maybe it was just her imagination. 

Blame it on the drinks, she told herself, letting out a breath. 

She glanced back toward the far end of the room, expecting to see that strange guy in the black bodysuit still standing there. But this time, they weren’t. She blinked, scanning the area. Where had they gone? She wasn’t sure why she felt relieved, and maybe a little disappointed at the same time. 

Shaking her head, she let the music take her again. Whatever, it was just a party. She was just tipsy, that was all.

Y/n swayed to the music, her movements a little uncoordinated but carefree as the alcohol kept her in a pleasant haze. The room spun lazily around her, bodies pressed close in the crowd, everyone lost in their own rhythm. She moved with them, letting herself be carried by the pulse of the party.

As she took a step back, her elbow suddenly collided with something, someone. She spun around, an apology already forming on her lips. 

"Oh, sorry!" she blurted out, laughing at her clumsiness.

Her words caught in her throat when she looked up. It was them, the guy in the black bodysuit, the one with the cut-out white face details. They stood just inches away from her now, the hollow, featureless face of his costume staring back at her. 

For a moment, she wasn’t sure how to react. She couldn’t see their eyes, couldn’t tell if he was looking at her or through her. But they didn’t move. Didn’t speak. They just stood there, completely still, and she couldn’t shake the odd sensation that rolled over her. It was like hitting a wall, cold and unyielding.

"Uh, I…sorry again," Y/n mumbled, her voice a bit more hesitant this time.

They didn’t respond. But then, slowly, they tilted their head just a fraction to the side, as if acknowledging her apology. Or was it a question? It was hard to tell.

She gave a small, awkward smile, stepping back a bit to create space. “Cool costume,” she added, trying to fill the silence, though her nerves spiked slightly. The longer she looked at them, the more surreal they felt. Why had they shown up so suddenly? Had they been watching her?

Just as Y/n was about to turn away, the figure suddenly spoke. 

“Thanks,” he said, his voice smooth and calm, cutting through the noise around them.

She froze for a second. She hadn’t expected him to speak at all, let alone sound so... normal. Something about hearing that voice from beneath the eerie costume threw her off balance. The alcohol must have made her slower to react, because instead of feeling uneasy, she found herself chuckling softly.

“Oh…uh, yeah, no problem,” she said, her words slipping out a little too casually. She shook her head, amused by how surprised she’d been. It was just a costume, after all. 

“You look shocked..” The figure said. 

“You…talk,” she said, laughing at her own words. It sounded ridiculous as soon as it came out, but the tension that had built up in her chest loosened, and she shook her head. "I didn't expect that."

He breathed out a small laugh. "Why wouldn’t I?" he asked, the tone neutral but almost amused. 

Y/n shrugged, unable to stop herself from smiling now. “I dunno. You just look…mysterious.” She waved a hand vaguely at his suit, the white face details still making it impossible for her to gauge where he was actually looking. "Like you’re not supposed to talk, y’know?"

“Maybe I’m not,” he said, his words lingering in the air like the punchline of an inside joke only he understood. There was a slight edge to his voice, one that almost reminded her of a line from some old thriller movie she couldn’t quite remember.

She snorted, her smile widening. “Creepy,” she teased, feeling the warmth of the alcohol surge again, making her brave enough to play along with whatever strange game this was. 

Y/n tilted her head, the alcohol still making everything feel just a little blurry. “So…what exactly are you supposed to be?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Detective Conan Killer.”

She raised her eyebrows, the name only vaguely familiar. “Huh. Okay, didn’t expect that.” She smiled, trying to piece together what she remembered about the reference, but her brain was too foggy to connect the dots.

“And you,” he added, “Princess Fiona, right?”

Y/n blinked in surprise. “Yeah, how’d you guess?”

He gave a subtle nod toward her dress, mirroring Princess Fiona’s iconic look. “Kind of hard to miss. Besides, I’m pretty sure I saw a donkey and a ginger cat running around earlier. Looks like your friends have the rest of the theme covered.”

She laughed, the mental image of her friends dressed as Donkey and Puss in Boots running around the party too funny not to. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” she said, shaking her head with a grin. “I don’t even remember when I agreed to this whole Shrek theme, but here I am, dressed like a princess.”

“You wear it well,” he said simply, his voice carrying that same calm that somehow made her feel both at ease and slightly on edge.

Feeling a burst of confidence, Y/n extended her hand with a playful grin. “I’m Y/n, by the way. Should have said that eailer”

He chuckled softly, a sound that somehow felt warm. “Nice to meet you too, Y/n. I’m Hendery, the host of the party.”

With that, he reached up and carefully removed the headpiece of his bodysuit, peeling it away to reveal his face. Y/n blinked in surprise, taking a moment to process the sudden shift. Underneath the stark black fabric, he looked completely normal, just a guy with tousled hair and an easy smile. Well, normal was an understatement, he was fucking gorgous. 

“Wow, you actually are a normal person,” she said, a laugh escaping her lips. “I wasn’t sure if you were some sort of spooky thing under there or something or something.” 

Hendery grinned, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Just a regular guy having a bit of fun. But the costume does add a bit of mystery, don’t you think?” 

“Definitely,” Y/n replied, her heart racing a little faster. The tension she felt earlier seemed to dissipate, replaced by a lightness that came with getting to know the host of the party. 

Y/n couldn’t help but smile. “It’s good to put a face to the mystery,” she said, her gaze softening as she took in the features of the guy who had been standing in the shadows. 

Hendery raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “I aim to surprise.”

She laughed, feeling the weight of the strange atmosphere lift just a little more. “Well, you succeeded. I think I’ll grab another drink,” she said, glancing back at Hendery. “Want anything?”

He shook his head, still smiling. “I’m good for now. Enjoy.”

“Alright, be right back!” she called over her shoulder as she made her way through the crowd, the buzz of laughter and chatter enveloping her once more. 

As she stepped into the kitchen, the atmosphere shifted slightly. The sounds of the party faded into a muffled background hum, and the bright fluorescent lights illuminated the room, making it feel a bit more grounded compared to the dim, shadowy corners of the main area. 

She opened the fridge, scanning the contents. A kaleidoscope of drinks stared back at her, sodas, juices, and a few more bottles of alcohol. After grabbing a sparkling drink she could barely read the label of, she poured it into a cup and leaned against the counter, taking a moment to catch her breath.

It felt good to be away from the crowd of bodies, even for just a moment. She took a sip, the refreshing fizz tingling on her tongue, and let herself think about Hendery. There was something intriguing about him, something that both drew her in and kept her on her toes. 

As Y/n took another sip of her drink, she glanced around the kitchen, noticing a few other partygoers scattered about. But something felt...off. The people weren’t moving. They stood too still, frozen in place like statues, their conversations muted and their faces blank, as if they were waiting for something. 

Her brow furrowed as unease crept into her chest. It was subtle at first, a strange tightness that made her shift uncomfortably where she stood. The longer she looked, the stranger it became. The way they stood, so stiff and lifeless, made her skin prickle. One person by the sink seemed to be holding a cup, but they weren’t doing anything. Not drinking, not pouring, nothing. Another sat at the table, staring straight ahead, not blinking. 

She blinked hard, rubbing her eyes, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling. Maybe it was just the alcohol messing with her vision. Or maybe she had stayed too long in this room, away from the noise and energy of the main party. But no matter how much she tried to reason with herself, the atmosphere was wrong. 

The air felt too thick, the silence in the room too deep, and the stillness of the people too unnatural. She swallowed hard, the bad feeling now settling low in her stomach.

“...What the fuck…” she muttered under her breath, feeling a sudden urge to leave the kitchen.

Without wasting another second, she took her drink and quickly made her way back toward the living room, the once-familiar-ish hallway now feeling a bit longer, a bit darker, as she hurried through it. 

The thrum of the music and the lively chatter washed over her again, a welcome contrast to the unnerving silence she’d just escaped.

When she spotted Hendery, relief washed over her. He was exactly where she’d left him, standing by the wall, casual and calm, a small smile playing on his lips as he observed the party around him. His presence felt solid, normal. 

“There you are,” she breathed, feeling a bit of tension release from her shoulders as she approached him. His smile widened when he saw her.

“Back already? That was quick,” he teased lightly, eyes glinting with amusement.

Y/n tried to smile back, but something in her chest still felt tight. She glanced around the room, scanning the crowd, but the strange feeling from the kitchen lingered. “Yeah...I, uh...” She hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know, man, something feels weird. Like, really weird.”

He wiped his head around to her, his eyes sharpening. “Weird how?”

She took a breath, trying to steady herself. “I was in the kitchen, and everyone in there was just...off. Like, too still. It was freaky. And the more I think about it, the more this whole place feels wrong. Not your house or anything! But…the party, the people, something’s not right.�� Her voice wavered a little as she spoke, the uneasy sensation creeping back into her chest.

Hendery listened quietly, his expression calm as ever, though his gaze never left her. “Too still, huh?” he said softly, as if testing the words. “I guess I can see how that might feel...strange.”

She rubbed her arms, trying to shake off the lingering discomfort. “I mean, maybe it’s just the drinks, or the fact that this place feels like a maze, but...I don’t know. I can’t shake the feeling.” Her eyes flicked to the room again. People were moving, sure, but every now and then she caught sight of someone lingering too long in one place, staring for just a second too long. The subtle wrongness nagged at her.

Hendery stepped a little closer, his presence reassuring despite her growing anxiety. “Hey, it’s alright, I’m sure everything is fine,” he said, his voice soft and steady. “You’re with me now. Just breathe.” His smile was warm, his calmness wrapping around her like a safety net.

For a moment, Y/n let herself relax, trusting his soothing words, though that nagging feeling at the back of her mind refused to fully disappear. Something was wrong, but standing next to Hendery, she felt just a little bit safer. 

Sensing her unease, Hendery gently placed a hand on her arm. “Come on,” he said softly. “Let’s get you out of here for a bit.”

Before she could respond, he began leading her through the crowd, his touch light but steady. Y/n followed him, grateful for the escape, weaving past partygoers as they made their way to a side hallway she hadn’t noticed before. The noise of the party started to fade, replaced by the softer sounds of their footsteps as Hendery guided her into a smaller living room tucked away from the chaos.

The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from a nearby lamp casting a warm, golden light across the space. Unlike the main area, this room felt quieter, untouched by the buzzing energy of the party. It was almost peaceful.

“There,” Hendery said, nodding toward a plush couch. “Take a breather.”

Y/n sank onto the couch, letting out a long exhale. The stillness of the room was a welcome relief, a stark contrast to the strange, unsettling energy outside. She hadn’t even realized how tightly she’d been wound until now.

Hendery sat beside her, not too close but near enough to offer comfort. “I figured you might need a break. Parties can get overwhelming.”

“Yeah,” she murmured, rubbing her temples. “I just...everything out there feels so off. I don’t know how to explain it. Sorry.”

Hendery nodded, watching her carefully. “It happens. Sometimes these things just hit you out of nowhere.” His voice was soothing, calm as ever. “But you’re safe here.”

She glanced at him, his reassuring presence making her feel grounded again, if only for a moment. “Thanks, Hendery,” she said, her voice a little quieter now. “I don’t know why, could be the drinks, but I feel better around you.”

He smiled softly, his expression as warm and untroubled as ever. “Good. You deserve to feel better.”

For a brief second, Y/n let herself relax into the couch, the comfort of the quiet room, and the sense of safety Hendery gave her. But as she sat there, a part of her couldn’t help but wonder why the rest of the house felt so...wrong.

As they settled into the quiet of the small living room, Y/n leaned back into the couch, trying to shake off the lingering discomfort. Hendery, sensing her tension, shifted in his seat and grinned playfully.

“So,” he began, “you like me costume, Detective Conan Killer, huh?” Hendery suddenly asked. A little confused, Y/n chuckled a little and nodded.

“Honestly, I didn’t think many people would get the costume. I decided I’d have to explain it all night. But hey, at least I’m not dressed as something worse, like...I don’t know, a sexy traffic cone.”

Y/n couldn’t help but snort, the mental image instantly brightening her mood. “Yeah, definitely dodged a bullet there.”

He nodded, pretending to look deep in thought. “Or imagine me as a giant banana. It’d be hard to look mysterious in that, wouldn’t it? I'd be slipping up everywhere.”

She chuckled, finally relaxing a bit. “Yeah, I think the spooky bodysuit of a killer was the right call.”

“Exactly,” he said, flashing a grin. “Plus, how many people can say they’ve been mildly freaked out by a guy who looks like a walking shadow? It’s an experience, right?”

Y/n laughed again, this time more freely. Hendery’s lightheartedness was starting to break through the eerie cloud that had been hovering over her.

“And speaking of costumes,” he said, leaning back and crossing his arms, “I gotta say, Fiona suits you. You’ve got the princess vibe down…minus the whole ‘turning into an ogre at night’ thing, I hope.”

“Hey, don’t jinx me,” she shot back with a grin. “You never know what could happen after midnight.”

“Oh no,” he said, eyes wide in mock horror. “If I see you start sprouting green ears, I’m out of here. But, for now, you’re safe. Just keep your ogre side in check.”

Y/n laughed harder than she had all night, the weight on her shoulders easing with every joke. Hendery had a knack for saying the right thing, for diffusing the strange tension that had been gnawing at her.

“See?” Hendery said, smiling at her. “Laughter works wonders. A little humor goes a long way.”

She shook her head, still chuckling. “Yeah, you’re right. You’ve definitely got a talent for making things feel less weird.”

He winked. “I’m just here to entertain, milady.”

As Y/n’s laughter died down, she noticed the way Hendery’s smile lingered, his eyes never leaving hers. The playful light in his gaze shifted slightly, softening into something warmer.

“You know,” he said, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone, “the Fiona costume is great, but I think it’s not just the dress that makes it work.” His gaze traveled over her, a subtle admiration in his eyes. “You’ve got this...presence. You light up the room. I noticed it the second you walked in.”

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in his tone. “Oh, um...thanks,” she replied, feeling a bit of heat rise to her cheeks. The playful air between them seemed to shift slightly, becoming charged with something else entirely.

Hendery leaned in just a little, still maintaining that easy smile. “I mean it. You’ve been hard to miss all night. Even in a crowd like this.” His voice was smoother now, the teasing edge replaced by something more sincere. “I’m glad we got a chance to talk.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered unexpectedly at his words, and she shifted in her seat, her earlier discomfort momentarily forgotten. “I didn’t think I stood out that much,” she said, her voice lighter, almost shy.

Hendery chuckled softly. “Trust me, you do. There’s something about you that...well, let’s just say I’m not the only one who noticed.” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “But I’m glad I’m the one sitting here with you now.”

His gaze lingered on her face, the intensity in his eyes making her stomach do a little flip. The easy jokes had given way to a more personal, almost magnetic energy. It was like the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of them in this quiet, dimly lit room.

“You know,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, “I’ve never been a big fan of loud parties, but I think this one’s turning out pretty well, don’t you?”

Y/n felt her pulse quicken at his words, the warmth in his tone sending a soft thrill through her. “Yeah,” she murmured, her lips curling into a small smile. “I think so too.”

Hendery’s smile grew, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned back a bit, still holding onto that teasing charm. “Good. Because I’d hate to think you’re not having fun...especially when I’m trying so hard to make it a night you won’t forget.”

As Y/n smiled at his comment, Hendery shifted a little closer, his leg brushing against hers. The warmth of the contact sent a subtle shiver up her spine, and she became acutely aware of the small space between them, too small now, and growing smaller with every second.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, “I was hoping to meet you tonight...”

She could feel his gaze on her, intense and unwavering, making her pulse quicken. He wasn’t just being playful anymore, there was a seriousness in his tone that made the air between them feel thick, charged with something new. She met his eyes, and for a moment, it was like the rest of the world blurred into the background. There was just Hendery, closer now, his attention fully on her.

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked, her voice quieter, the playfulness in her tone replaced by curiosity, and something else she couldn’t quite place. She felt her heart beat faster in her chest, each thump in sync with the growing tension in the room.

Hendery’s smile turned into something softer, but more intense, like he was seeing her in a way no one else had all night. “I mean…not to sound weird, but I’ve seen you around. You’re...captivating.”

Her breath hitched at the word. Captivating. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol still buzzing in her system, or the way Hendery was looking at her, but the room suddenly felt warmer, the space between them shrinking further. 

He reached up, lightly brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers grazing her skin just enough to leave a trail of warmth in their wake. “I can’t help but want to know more about you,” he said, his voice now just above a whisper, the intimacy in his words making her stomach flip.

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as she looked into his eyes, dark, intense, and focused entirely on her. The goofy guy in the black suit had disappeared, replaced by someone who was completely present, and entirely interested in her. She could feel the tension between them now, palpable and electric, like the air just before a storm.

“I...” she started, her voice trailing off as she tried to steady her racing heart. But it was hard to focus on anything other than the way his gaze was drawing her in, making it harder to think clearly.

Hendery leaned in even closer, his face now inches from hers, the heat from his body radiating toward her. “You feel it too, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver through her. “This...thing between us.”

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest, the air between them thick with unspoken tension, the kind that made it hard to breathe. She could feel her own body responding, every nerve on high alert, her skin tingling from his proximity.

“I do,” she whispered back, barely finding her voice.

His eyes flickered down to her lips for just a second before meeting her gaze again, his voice low and teasing. “Then why don’t we stop pretending?”

Just as their faces hovered inches from each other, Y/n felt something strange. The warmth between them, the pull, the intensity, was suddenly overshadowed by something else. It wasn’t the kind of butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling she’d expect in a moment like this. No, this was something colder, emptier.

She blinked, her breath catching as a strange stillness washed over her. It was as if the entire world around them had vanished, but not metaphorically. The music, the hum of voices, the distant laughter, all of it was gone. She pulled back, her eyes darting around the room, and her heart dropped into her stomach.

It was silent. Completely, unnervingly silent.

“Hendery...” she murmured, her voice shaking slightly as she looked up at him.

He didn’t speak, but the way his expression shifted told her everything. He knew something. She could see it in his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the way his hand subtly tightened on her arm. “Don’t,” he said softly, almost pleading.

But Y/n’s unease only grew. She stood abruptly, her pulse racing now, the earlier sense of safety evaporating as a deep sense of wrongness settled in. “What’s going on?” she asked, her voice thin as she glanced toward the door, suddenly desperate to know what was outside this room.

Hendery stood up quickly, moving toward her. “Y/n, wait,” he urged, stepping between her and the door. “It’s...it’s nothing. Everything is fine. Just stay here. Please.”

But there was a flicker of something in his eyes, something that unsettled her even more. Fear. Desperation. “What do you mean, nothing?” she demanded, her voice growing firmer. “What’s happening, Hendery?”

He reached out as if to stop her, but Y/n was already moving. She dodged his grasp, heart pounding as she grabbed the door handle and swung it open. What she saw made her stomach lurch.

The house. The one that had been bustling with partygoers, filled with decorations and music just moments ago, was completely empty. Not a single soul in sight. The vibrant Halloween decor was gone. The walls, once adorned with spooky decorations, were bare. No banners, no balloons, no lights, hell, no furniture. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the structure of the house itself had changed.

There were no proper doors anymore. Just gaping holes where they should have been. The floor beneath her feet felt wrong, like it wasn’t quite solid, and the walls seemed to tilt at strange angles, defying logic. She stepped into the hallway, her breath catching in her throat as she realized there were no proper rooms, just spaces that didn’t make sense. Stairs that led upside down, windows positioned on the ceiling instead of the walls, holes that led to nowhere. The entire place was a twisted, impossible maze. And there was a slight humming that she couldn’t ignore, like a deep horn in the distance, but it wouldn’t stop.

Her heart raced as she took another step, her hands trembling. “This...this isn’t real,” she whispered to herself, her voice shaky. But every step felt all too real under her feet.

Behind her, Hendery’s voice was tight with tension. “Y/n, please, just come back into the room, we can talk about this..”

She turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. “What is this? What the fuck?”

Hendery stepped toward her, his face suddenly serious, no trace of his earlier flirtatiousness. “I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“Find out what?” she demanded, panic rising in her chest. The eerie silence pressed down on her like a weight, and the impossible shapes of the house made her feel like she was trapped in some surreal nightmare.

“This place,” Hendery said quietly, his gaze steady on hers, “it’s not what you think. I created it. For you.”

Y/n stared at Hendery, her mind reeling. "This shit hole?!" she screamed, the words escaping her before she could stop them. 

None of it made any sense. The house, if it even was a house, was twisting and warping around her, defying all logic. Her heart pounded, and her breath came out in ragged bursts as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

Every time she turned around or looked away, the space shifted. First, the rooms stretched impossibly long, the walls bending at strange angles. Then, in the blink of an eye, it wasn’t even a house anymore. The hallways became wide, empty spaces. The walls morphed into smooth, featureless surfaces, punctuated only by square holes for windows. She could see out of one now, they were on a high floor, overlooking what looked like a courtyard, but it wasn’t normal. Nothing about this place was.

The courtyard below was vast and unsettling, like something out of a fever dream. Endless windows lined every wall, but there was no life, no sound, just an eerie, stale air that filled the space. It felt abandoned. No, more than that. It felt wrong, like the world had been hollowed out, leaving nothing but this empty shell. The stillness was suffocating.

Her skin crawled as she stared out, trying to make sense of the twisted, labyrinthine structure around her. The building didn’t follow any familiar rules of architecture. It wasn’t a house or even an office, it was something else entirely. Something cold and alien. Like she was stuck in a forgotten place that wasn’t meant to exist.

“What is this?” Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible, fear clawing at her chest.

Hendery’s footsteps were soft behind her, his calmness an unsettling contrast to the chaos around them. “It’s...hard to explain,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. “This place…it’s not real, not in the way you know reality. It’s something I made. For us.” He wasn’t wearing his stupid costume anymore, and neither was she. Her dress was replaced with stale jeans and a damp t-shirt. 

Y/n whipped around to face him, her eyes wild. “For us?!” Her voice was sharp, a mix of disbelief and anger. “You’re telling me you made this?” She gestured wildly to the strange, empty expanse around them. “This…nightmare? Who the fuck are you?!”

Hendery’s expression didn’t waver, though his eyes softened slightly. “I had to do something. I couldn’t lose you.”

“Lose me?” Y/n’s voice trembled with a mix of fury and fear. “This isn’t saving me, Hendery! This...this place…it’s not right. None of this is right!”

She spun around again, her hands trembling as she looked out the windows, her mind racing. Every inch of the structure seemed to shift whenever she wasn’t looking, morphing into something new, something worse. It was like the building itself was alive, warping in response to her fear.

"And what the fuck do you mean by 'lose me'?" Y/n snapped, glaring at Hendery, her voice shaking with both fear and anger.

Hendery hesitated, avoiding her gaze. “...Nothing…you know…is real,” he muttered under his breath, his tone low and distant.

Y/n’s frown deepened. “What?” she demanded, stepping closer.

He finally looked at her, his expression unreadable. “Your memories...your friends, your entire life...I had to change it.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Hendery’s voice softened, his words more deliberate now. “If you knew what really happened...it would ruin everything. You don’t even remember how you got to the party, do you?”

Y/n’s breath hitched as his words sunk in, her confusion giving way to a cold, creeping realization.

The endless rows of windows, the strange emptiness, the sense that something was watching from every shadow, it made her stomach churn. The surreal, airy atmosphere around her felt too open, yet claustrophobic at the same time, as if there was no escape.

“Please, Y/n,” Hendery said softly, stepping closer. “Just stay. It’s safer here.”

Y/n shook her head, her heart racing. “Safer? Hendery, this place isn’t safe. It’s...it’s wrong.” She took a step back from him, panic rising as her surroundings became even more unfamiliar, more unsettling. The walls seemed to breathe, stretching and contracting as though they had a mind of their own.

She was trapped in a nightmare, a place that twisted reality into something grotesque and unnatural. And the worst part? Hendery had done this. Created this...prison.

"I have to get out of here," Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible as the horror of it all began to sink in.

But deep down, she wasn’t sure if escape was even possible.

Her legs moved before she could think, adrenaline kicking in as she bolted toward the nearest opening, the only thing on her mind was getting away. Away from Hendery, away from this twisted nightmare.

“Y/n, wait!” Hendery’s voice echoed after her, calm yet pleading, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She didn’t dare look back. His voice sounded too certain, too...knowing. And that terrified her even more. But he didn’t chase her.

The hall stretched endlessly before her, and her breath came in ragged bursts as she sprinted through the impossibly long corridors, her heart thudding in her chest. She turned sharply down another hallway, desperately hoping to find an exit, any way out.

But when she rounded the corner, expecting to see a blank hallway, there he was, Hendery, standing right where he was before she turned the corner. Watching her. Not moving. His eyes filled with something that looked almost like pity. 

How could he be there…he was just down the last hallway.

Y/n’s heart raced faster as she turned again, her pulse pounding in her ears. She ran harder, willing her body to go faster, to find some way out. She rounded another corner, praying for a door, a window, anything. But the moment she turned, her stomach dropped. She was back where she started.

Hendery was still there, standing in the same place, his face expressionless, but his eyes held that same pitying look. 

“No,” she breathed, panic clawing at her throat. She spun again, running down the hall, pushing herself harder, her feet slamming against the floor. But every turn brought her back to the same spot, the same hallway, the same twisted reality. And every time she looked back, there he was. 

“Hendery!” she screamed, frustration mixing with terror and tears. But he didn’t move. He just stood there, his gaze steady on hers.

“It’s no use,” he said softly, his voice carrying down the hall. “You can’t leave.”

Y/n shook her head, refusing to believe it, but her body was starting to betray her. She was exhausted, her legs shaking from the endless running, her mind spinning with the impossible reality she was trapped in. It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense.

She slumped against the wall, her breathing ragged as she stared at him, defeated. Hendery took a slow step forward, his voice gentle, as if speaking to a frightened animal.

“I didn’t want it to be like this,” he said, his eyes soft. “But this is the only way we can be together. You’ll understand...in time.”

Y/n closed her eyes, the weight of the impossible truth crashing down on her. There was no escape. No way out. She was trapped in this strange, shifting world, and Hendery was the only constant, her captor, and maybe, her only chance at survival.

Each step Hendery took toward her felt like a weight pressing against Y/n’s chest. She tried to move back, but she was already against the wall, trapped with nowhere to go. Her body, tired and trembling from running, betrayed her, forcing her to slide helplessly along the cold surface, trying to keep distance between them. But Hendery kept coming closer.

Her heart pounded as her feet shuffled sideways, desperation pushing her to retreat, but the wall offered no more space. She barely registered it in time, the gaping open window just beside her. One misstep, and suddenly, she was teetering on the edge, her balance slipping.

Y/n’s body tilted, gravity pulling her toward the dizzying drop below. Panic surged through her, and she screamed, her arms flailing as her foot slipped from under her.

Before she could fall, a firm grip closed around her wrist. Hendery. His hand clamped tightly, keeping her from plummeting into the empty abyss outside. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up at him, wide-eyed.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. The cool breeze from the outside brushed against her skin, while Hendery’s face remained calm, his expression unreadable.

“I’ve got you,” he said softly. 

Y/n’s breathing was uneven, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of everything. Hendery’s grip was firm but gentle, and for a second, she felt that pull again, the comfort, the safety he made her feel. But then reality crashed back in. He had trapped her here, in this nightmare. The walls, the impossible structure, the shifting hallways...none of it was real. And Hendery? He was the architect of it all.

Her heart pounded as she thought it over. Every time she tried to escape, it led her back to him, like he controlled this whole world. She couldn’t let him keep her here. She wouldn’t. If this place was going to twist and warp reality, maybe she could twist it too.

Her muscles tensed as she made her decision.

Y/n’s eyes locked on his for a split second, just long enough for her to catch a flicker of concern in his gaze. Before he could react, she kicked him, hard, in the stomach. 

Hendery gasped in surprise, stumbling back and loosening his grip on her wrist. Seizing the moment, she yanked her arm free and launched herself back out the window, her body propelled by pure adrenaline. 

The wind whipped past her as she tumbled out into the void, the open air swallowing her whole. She felt weightless, her body spinning as she plummeted toward the ground. The courtyard below, cold and unforgiving, rushed up to meet her. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable impact, the harsh splat of concrete beneath her.

But the crash never came.

Instead, Y/n felt the soft give of cushions beneath her. Her eyes snapped open, and her breath caught in her throat. She was back in the small living room, the one Hendery had taken her to earlier. The dim lighting, the same worn couch, it was as if she’d never left.

She scrambled up, confusion flooding her senses. Her heart raced as her mind struggled to catch up with what had just happened. She had jumped out of a window, had been falling to her death, and now she was here. Safe. Intact.

Her gaze flicked around the room, and there he was, Hendery, sitting calmly on the couch beside her, watching her with that same unreadable expression. No sign of the struggle. No sign of anything being out of place. 

“Welcome back,” he said quietly, giving her a tight-lipped smile.

Y/n’s stomach churned. She had escaped, or so she thought. But here she was, back where she started, as if her desperate attempt to flee had never even occurred. The world was bending to Hendery’s will, reshaping around her every move.

And this time, there really might be no way out.

Y/n’s legs gave out, her body crumbling on the floor. Her heart still raced from the fall, the reality of how close she’d come to dying. But now she was here, so what was really worse.

Hendery knelt down beside her, his grip still firm, but his touch gentle. "You can’t leave, Y/n," he whispered, his voice a mix of concern and control. "I won’t let you."

The weight of it all came crashing down on Y/n. Her chest tightened, and her throat constricted as the reality of her situation sunk in. She was trapped, and no matter what she did, she couldn’t escape him. She couldn’t escape this.

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over before she could stop them. Her body shook as the sobs broke free, uncontrollable and raw. She pulled her knees to her chest, burying her face into them, trying to shield herself from the suffocating truth. Everything was wrong. So impossibly wrong.

Through the blur of tears, she heard footsteps move beside her. Hendery’s presence, calm and steady, loomed too close. 

"Hey...hey," Hendery’s voice was soft, almost soothing, as he reached out, his hand gently resting on her shoulder. "It’s okay. Everything’s fine. I promise."

Y/n shook her head, her sobs making it hard to speak. "No, it’s not," she choked out, her voice muffled against her knees. "Nothing is fine...I can’t—" Her words faltered as another wave of tears hit her. "I can’t get out."

Hendery’s hand slowly trailed down her back, a gesture meant to comfort, though it only made her feel more trapped. “Shh...everything is fine," he whispered. "You’re safe here, Y/n. There’s nothing to worry about anymore."

But those words, safe here, felt hollow. Y/n lifted her tear-streaked face, looking at him through pained eyes, her heart aching. “How can you say that? You’ve trapped me in this...this nightmare,” she cried, her voice cracking.

Hendery’s expression softened, his thumb gently brushing away a tear from her cheek. “I didn’t want it to feel like that,” he murmured, his tone quiet, almost apologetic. “But you don’t have to be afraid. I’m here. You’re here. And that’s all that matters.”

Y/n’s tears continued to fall, her body trembling as the weight of his words pressed down on her. "I don’t want this," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I just want to go home..."

Hendery’s arms wrapped around her then, pulling her gently into his embrace. "You don’t want to go back there.." he whispered, his breath warm against her hair. "And I’ll make sure you’re never alone again. I’ll keep you safe, always."

His words sent a chill down her spine. Y/n wanted to push him away, to fight, to scream, but she was exhausted. Her mind, her body, everything felt too heavy to resist anymore. So she sank into his arms, her tears slowly subsiding, even though her heart still ached with the knowledge that she was truly stuck. 

And in that eerie silence, with Hendery holding her close as he repeated, “Everything is fine..”

Y/n felt the last piece of herself slip away, swallowed by the reality he had created.

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A/N: WAA!! This (again) is the first Hendery/NCT fic I've posted, and I hope it hasn't disappointed.

There ain't enough WayV/NCT fic fics out there, so here I am!

It's probably obvious that this is meant to be a liminal space/backrooms kinda fic, cause why not! I was actually inspired by this post on tiktok a saw a few months ago, and it's just been chilling in my head, lol

I also wrote this fic while I was at work, so wrote it out in like a day, so if there are any mistakes, oops

anyways! thank you for reading 💚

[yutallery]

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hendery wayv icons 120x120 ☀️ credite count-down on spirit fanfics ! créditos obrigatório / 17.09.2023

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December 16: North Pole - Hendery

“Do you think I look good?” Hendery asks.

You look up at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, and you swear your eyes just about pop out of your head as you land your gaze on him.

“What the fuck?” You ask, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Hendery laughs at you, lifting his hand to his hair to adjust the stupid Santa hat he is wearing. That… and nothing else.

“You said you wanted to see the North Pole,” He replies, his tone is playful, “Is this not what you meant?”

His eyes flit downwards, and he smirks at you as he meets your gaze once more. This was not what you had envisioned when you made your request, and Hendery knew that too. You had not shut up about the stage show that was due to hit the city this week, and Hendery had promised to get you tickets, as you were working when they were released.

“I couldn’t get the tickets, baby. I’m sorry, it sold out so fast…” He sighs, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You can’t be upset at him, not when he does stupid shit like this to cheer you up. He doesn’t care about embarrassing himself, not when it means that he makes you feel better.

It is impossible to stay mad at him, especially so with his perfect body on show just for you, and that cheeky look on his face, the one that has you standing up from the dining table to join him in the doorway.

“Fine,” You smirk right back, “But it better be good, baby… You owe me.”

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[moonctzeny]

get to you again

pairing: friends to lovers! hendery x fem!reader 

genre: smut, just a tiny teeny bit angsty I guess but with a happy ending, fluff

word count: 3k

warnings: raw sex, creampie, a little corruption kink?

summary:  “You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?”

inspiration: get to you again - mac ayres

tagging the lovely: @markresonates

It had been too long since you last saw Hendery.

You two had met so unexpectedly, both trapped in a small coffee shop a couple years ago, drenched to the bone and trying to find cover from the sudden rainfall.

“I was going to ask you if you were willing to share your umbrella, but I’m guessing you forgot it on the wrong day like me”, he joked, so you decided to share a table instead. After the fourth time he had you clench your stomach in laughter, out of the sheer willingness to make a stranger like you cheer up, you decided to exchange phone numbers, thus starting what would become a beautiful friendship.

It wasn’t easy being an idol. Two promotions in Korea, then a reality show in China, then another comeback. You counted the days, one by one until he’d get to you again. Until you’d finally re-watch his favorite movie with him for the millionth time, just to get to watch him laugh over the same stupid lines.

You weren’t sure when you realized you had fallen for him. Maybe it was last winter, almost exactly a year ago when he handed you your Christmas present. He had driven you on a hill on the outskirts of Seoul, the only place he knew with some privacy from prying eyes, and the breathtaking view of the tiny city lights made the freezing cold worth it. You were both sitting against the hood of his car, admiring the big city that seemed to unravel at your feet when you opened the small velvet box.

It revealed a silver necklace of two wings hanging from a dainty chain, with his initials carved on the back of the charm. As you stared at it long enough to make sure you weren’t making things up, you couldn’t decide which one was more beautiful- the pendant or the stars in Hendery’s eyes as he waited for your reaction.

“It’s symbolic”, he started explaining, a little embarrassed with how much effort he had put into the gift, “I know I’m not around a lot to take care of you, but just know that I’m always there if you need me. Like your guardian angel”.

He sounded so wholesome while saying it, long bangs covering his eyes that bashfully avoided yours. You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?

Tonight, it was beating as fast as the rhythm of the blinking Christmas lights decorating your living room. How could it not, with Hendery sitting only a few inches away, sharing a blanket with you? He was a few minutes late due to a last-minute photoshoot, but he arrived at your door bare faced and dressed in his favourite flannel shirt. He was just how you liked him, raw and soft and beautiful.

Unlike what you had predicted, he suggested checking out a new romantic comedy on Netflix. It was one of those that come out every Christmas season, all with the same low budget and cheesy acting that ended with some festive spirit that magically solves every plot hole. Two childhood friends, falling in love with each other, yet the girl thinks that the guy is way out of her league so she does nothing about it. The pure irony convinced you that the universe must be surely playing some sick joke on you, forcing you to look at a Hollywood version of yourself getting a happy ending for the next two hours.

“I don’t understand”, Hendery huffs in frustration, midway into the film by now, “why doesn’t the girl just tell him she likes him? What guy doesn’t want to hear that?”

“Maybe she’s scared of the rejection, or ruining everything-“ you start defending the character with a raised voice, realizing that maybe you’re invested in the movie a little too much, “sometimes there is this line between two people, and it’s comfortable to stay behind it because you don’t want to lose them in case something goes wrong”. You draw an invisible line with your index finger between your bodies, and Hendery focuses his stare on it as if it was real. He looks lost in his thoughts, still frozen in place before shaking his head and murmuring: “I guess you’re right”.

Your comment, his response, the sex scene playing on the screen. It all made you so painfully alert with his presence that your whole body tensed up and your mouth dried up like it was filled with cotton. You both chuckle in the midst of all the steaminess, as the actor fails to drag his former best friend at the edge of the bed by tagging on her ankle.

“What a loser”, Hendery scoffs mockingly at the character’s mistake, and you turn around to give him a side eyed glare.

“Relax, muscle man. Like you would do it better”

He mocks offense by opening his mouth dramatically, and you giggle at the distortion of his face that still somehow managed to look pretty. It was so cute, how he always wanted to look ‘strong’ in the eyes of others, reliable and macho. You didn’t care about any of that, you thought his resolutions were stupid. He was perfect in your eyes.

“Of course I would! I’m strong, look-“

The disaster played out in front of you like a filmstrip. His hands on your ankle, then his own ankle tripping over the blanket on the floor, and finally the feeling of his chest weighing down over your own. With him pressed so close against you, you were sure he must feel the way your heart is thumping, filled with so many emotions that it’s ready to jump out of your body.

The room was cold, but with Hendery’s sudden body heat coating you, you felt like you were on fire. The fleeting thought of you taking off your clothes, to relieve yourself of the suffocating feeling made your cheeks burn even more. Hendery’s neck was exposed just inches in front of you in it’s full glory, and you thought about where those veins on the side of it, visible through his pale skin, ended. You’d gladly kiss along the path they drew, let your teeth leave little violet blossoms on the way, while you’d make mental notes of what kisses made him react the loudest.

It’s his bangs tickling your temples that made you realize that he is still on top of you. You look up into his eyes, expecting a frantic look, maybe a string of apologies leaving his mouth. He was strangely serene, staring at your own lips instead, and for a second you thought he’d finally mercy you and give you what you daydream about every time he comes around. You’d kill for the sight of him with puffy red lips and blown out pupils, messy just for you. You’d kill for the feeling of his tongue against your own.

When he plants a kiss on your right cheek, right over the corner of your mouth, you think it tastes bittersweet. You were still high on the intimacy when he finally apologizes and rips his body away from yours, your crash back down to reality brutal. The movie was still playing on a high volume, yet all you heard was a deafening silence after his trip. You don’t object when he tells you he has to go before you get to see what happens to the couple behind the screen. They were eating you away, all the things you wanted to say to him as you sent him off, so much more than just a ‘drive safe, text me when you get home’.

Those thirty minutes after you close your front door felt like a lifetime. You replayed the accident over and over again in your head, the skin burning where he kissed you. The thoughts of calling him, telling him to turn around and finish what he started, were so loud that you felt like a crazy person.

You certainly thought you went insane when you heard a knock against your door. Peeking through the peephole, you’re surprised to see that, as if you’d unlocked the secret of manifestation, Hendery was standing once again in your hallway.

“Guanheng? Did you forget anything?”

He looked restless and fidgety as he walked back inside your apartment, like he couldn’t wait to let out whatever was on the tip of his tongue. His shoulders were coated in a light layer of snow that had managed to flush his face, and dampen his hair and eyelashes as well.

“No- well- yes, I-“. He stopped himself mid sentence and sighed, and you let him collect his thoughts. He looked serious, the expression foreign on his usually bright features, yet the way he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration made butterflies fly in your stomach. “What did you say about that line between two friends again? When we were watching the movie?”

You blinked back at him in confusion, waiting for him to tell you that he’s joking, he just forgot his charger, and he’ll see you again when his company allows him to. But he doesn’t, so you start to roll the pendant he gifted you between your thumb and index, trying to calm yourself down.

“It keeps two people that are meant to be together apart, but there is too much at stake to cross it”.

You start drawing that invisible line again, the one that separates the miserable comfort of denying your feelings for him and everything you wish you were brave enough to pursue.

He would be brave for the both of you.

Hendery grabs your lifted hand, bringing it on the side of his neck before he crashes his lips against yours. You don’t hesitate in kissing him back, hungry for his lips that taste as sweet as you imagined them to. He hasn’t realized how impossibly close to his body he has brought you, not until his embrace gets so tight that your necklace pokes uncomfortably against his chest.

You suck on his bottom lip and he welcomes you with his tongue, the kiss getting so heated now that you can’t help but tug on his hair to keep you grounded. Shivering from your action, his hands are now sliding from your hips to your waist, following the curves of your body until he reaches the underside of your breasts. You mewl against his lips as his thumbs dig into their softness, discreetly trying to cop a feel through your cotton shirt.

A moan leaves your mouth, lewd and desperate as he swallows it with a kiss, and he rips himself off of you when it seems to reach his stomach. He looks disheveled, as if he woke up from an intense, lucid dream; panting, sweating, staring at you with those big puppy eyes.

“We- we shouldn’t. We are going too fast, right?” You nod in agreement at his question but you’re not really listening. You had your fingertips placed on his moving lips, and he identifies the metallic smell as the remnants of you fidgeting with your jewelry earlier. “I should take you to dinner first, to that one place you like so much”. Losing interest in what he is saying, the words being too distant and grey when he stood so deliciously in front of you, you mindlessly start to unbutton his shirt, fascinated with that mole over his collarbone and wanting to see more.

The fire your fingers spread against his skin, in the midst of the chilliness of your living room has him groaning under his breath, with a voice as low and sexy as in his good morning calls. You can practically see him throw all his inhibitions out the window when he kisses you again, pushing you with his body until your back finds the nearest wall. Hendery’s hands are far from gentle now, leaving bruises behind all the soft spots he kneads with his fingers.

“I want you”, you confess with a whisper as you rid him off his flannel for good, and you can’t stop yourself from tracing all the lines of his toned abdomen. You can feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest, its fast rhythm matching yours. You grab his hand to lead him to the carpet next to the Christmas tree that is blinking along with the lights that adorn it- you’re too impatient in your arousal to take him to your bedroom and he doesn’t protest.

Hendery lays you on your back, finding his place between your legs as you wrap them around his waist to bring him closer. You remove your hoodie and the sports bra you had on, his lips immediately latching onto one of your nipples. He circles his tongue around the bud, licking and sucking on it interchangeably until you’re a begging mess underneath him.

Tugging on the elastic band of his sweats, you urge him to get naked for you completely, and he removes the extra garments with a strong pull. His sex bouces out of its cotton constraint, red and throbbing and aching for you. It makes the heat that’s pooling on your lower stomach spread even further, and you wiggle your hips to remove your sweatpants as well.

There’s something about the frilly pink panties you’re wearing- the innocent design on your shapely body that ignites a carnal instinct in him. He wants to ruin you, mark you, make you his. The sound of fabric getting ripped has your eyes bulge out in shock. You’ve never seen Hendery so determined.

He falls on top of you again, leaving urgent kisses on your jawline as he rubs his hard member against your heat. It’s driving you insane, how he’s so close to where you want him but not quite there yet, and you tug his hair again to make him look at you.

“I wanna feel you raw”

And raw was how he’d give it to you. You feel his warm hand over your stomach, keeping you in place as he aligns himself with your entrance, and the pressure his tip’s already feeling has him cursing out.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this”

He dips himself slowly into your pussy, careful not to stretch you uncomfortably much. His worried eyes are glued to your wide ones, reading your expressions to ensure they’re those of pleasure. And indeed they are, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he bottoms out fully, a symphony of both your moans filling the room.

He starts out with a steady rhythm, your pussy adjusting to his size with every calculated thrust. You’re getting drunk with the intimacy, with his smell that sticks to your skin and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear. You feel addicted to it already, to the feeling of having him be a part of you, and as his growing desperation has him picking up his pace, yours makes you wish you could live in that moment forever.

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer”

”Neither do I”

He can tell how close you are, your heaving chest and guttural sounds giving you away. His cold fingers find your clit then, rubbing your sensitivity in messy circles and pumping more blood to the area.

���Yes, baby. Let go for me”

Little stars of various colors dance around in your vision, framing the sight of Hendery fucking into you so beautifully. You enjoy the hypersensitivity that the continuing motion of his hips gives you, locking your legs around his waist as his thrusts turn sloppy.

“Come inside me”

Just those simple words, slipping out of your pretty mouth are enough to send him over the edge, grunting as he paints your walls in ropes of white. You feel him twitching inside you for a good while, your belly bulging in fullness. It drips out of you slowly when he finally gets off of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart so that he can admire his creation.

He chuckles in disbelief of what you two just did, removing a piece of fake snow that somehow landed on your hair. You can only admire the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down, all the little curves and shadows on his neck, his smile that gives you tunnel vision.

“All this time…”, he whispers softly, “you liked me too?”

You silently winced at the naiveness of his words, knowing damn well your feelings ran way deeper than a simple attraction. Nodding affirmatively, you avoid looking at his eyes by pretending to play with his fingers. You can’t let him see the way they have glossed up, yet the numbing feeling of disappointment is getting hard to ignore.

He doesn’t let you distance yourself from him further, lifting your chin up so you can make eye contact with him again. To your surprise, he looks way more nervous than you, subconsciously nibbling on his lower lip. He takes a deep breath, mustering up some courage before verbally letting his thoughts out of his chest.

“What if I told you I am in love with you?”

You were shocked at the confession, so much so that this reality seemed like a figment of your subconscious mind. You expected to wake up at any moment, to find yourself asleep on your couch, two feet away from him and still stuck in the sucky friendzone. But that moment never came, no matter how long you held your breath to trigger your awakening, and you let it go with a sigh and a blurb of your own thoughts.

“I’d ask you to be mine”

[gonelike-ach00]

Crowned Princec | Hendery

Prince! Hendery x Princess! Female Original Character

Author: gonelike_achoo

Genre: Romance, Drama, Arranged marriage, royalties

Word Count: 3,085

Warnings: war, violence, complex family relationships, pseudo incest (not main story, but be warned), sexual relationships

Preview: Where Hendery finds himself in an arranged marriage he can not runaway from- just as he has for everything else in his life. He has planned to runaway from the throne, but marrying the princess from the kingdom besided theirs served as his biggest hindrance.

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2 ♚ Kingdom of Hwei

Just the evening that following the gathering of the lands, Taeha, after supper with her family– what was left of her family rather– on the way back to her room sitting quite close to the often noise filled room of the crowned prince and his family, there was something much rumbustious than the room beside hers. 

“What kind of commotion are you making inside my room?” As soon as she turned into her room she faced her lady-in-waiting. 

A number of maids and other castle staff were packing her stuff into bags and some into huge crates. Confused with what was going on all she could turn her frustration with was her lady-in-waiting, or her soon to be retired lady-in-waiting. 

“Your highness,” she simply bows her head to acknowledge the princess’s presence. Her lady-in-waiting grew up with the crowned princess, thus her friendly demeanor while ignoring the presence of one of the most important people of her kingdom. 

“You aren’t even going to turn around and converse with me?” The princess whines, but all she got was a simple smile from the lady, a little too stoic to be considered the best lady-in-waiting her kingdom has to offer her. “What is all this fuss, especially keeping my items in a box? Where will they be shipped out to?” Though, she wasn’t exactly dumb enough to understand what was happening, at the back of her mind she had her suspicions.

“I am simply following orders, your highness.” The lady checks a box from her list, as a few ladies carry out her luggage. 

Was she about to sleep in an empty room tonight?

Knowing full well she won’t be hearing anything from her lady-in-waiting she walks out of her room, her footsteps heavy in the process. As soon as she turned the corner, she was greeted by the entourage of her brother’s family, complete with the crowned prince himself, his wife, his two children, their maids and body guards. Indeed, there was nothing more important than the next royal family. 

“You look upset, Taeha.” Taeil, his brother, couldn’t be more obvious with what was clearly written all over her face. 

“Do I appear so?” She nearly rushes past the family and their entourage, but is stopped when her brother grabs her by the wrist. “It is improper to stop someone by the wrist, brother.” 

“Are you looking for father?” 

“Who else shall I look for when I am fuming?” Another box that was filled with her stuff passes through the halls. Her eyes could simply follow her items as they disappeared from her sight. Again, not as mindless as she often makes herself out to be, she knew where those items were headed.

“It has not been long since he left the table,” Taeil sighs knowing full well her anger was rooted in something reasonable, “he is probably sharing his late night tea with mama, just as they always do.” That was all the princess needed to hear before rushing towards her father’s tea room, one that was closed off to kids below twelve and was applied whether you were royalty or not.

Taeha raises her hands up and knocks, just as it usually does, the reply comes a bit late. “Come in,” was the muffled reply that came from the other side of the door.

She swings the door open to see her mother sitting with a hot cup of tea in her hands and observing the door open. On the opposite side of the table sat her father, dressed down in a much more comfortable attire, but one that screamed that he was king nonetheless. His pressed down shirt, cleanly slicked back hair and posture that was deeply ingrained into his body.

“Taeha,” he calls out the name of his youngest child, “what brings you in need of my attention as soon as we finish dinner?” 

“You have mastered feigning innocence father,” she crosses her arms over her chest as if she was a child. 

Taemu takes a few seconds to understand what she was talking about. Before realization even shows on his face, he simply takes a sip out of his tea. “It should not come as a surprise, the customs of dealing with a marriage between two kingdoms run deep.” 

“I have never heard of such a circumstance where two betrotheds have to live under one roof?” 

“The case is different when two kingdoms engage.” Taemu sighs. “The distance would seem to hinder the process of getting to know one another. It has been a long practiced tradition between the marriage between two kingdoms.” He states as if he had witnessed a marriage between two kingdoms in his own life as well. 

The princess could not believe what she was hearing. As if her ears were deceiving her, or that is how she wants to believe it as. “Do you not think of briefing me through this before you even announce marriage or continue with your decision?”

The king gives her daughter a long look before sighing. “Does marriage still bother you?” 

“Shall I make it more obvious, your majesty?” 

“Well, it has been arranged, Taeha.” There was no room to argue as her father’s voice lowered. “The crowned prince shall arrive tomorrow morning and you’ll be riding with him back to his kingdom.” That was the last thing she heard before she left that godforsaken room. It was a near mockery of all the years of her voicing out her opinions on marriage, and making effort to not wed anytime soon.

A pure mockery.

The next day followed soon after, as if her life played out three times faster. As she was unable to sleep a wink last night, she grumbled to herself as soon as the sun began peeking through her now empty room. The room was huge even with her stuff inside, but now it felt oddly bigger than it was before, even with all this space, it was making her suffocate. 

The last time she would be able to see her, well her family’s, lady-in-waiting would be today as they force her out of her bed and into clothing she has never seen in her life. The process was both grudgingly slow, but she hoped that they would go slower. That’s why the moment they all move away from her to give her space to examine how she looks at the mirror, she hoped that they had just stayed where they were. 

Then she was guided to the stairs, the one where their guests were entering last night, she walked with two escorts on her side and a few more by the walls making sure that the rebellious princess did not try to make her great escape. Princess Taeha was a runaway bride in the making. 

By the entrance of their castle, her parents were already waiting upon her arrival. It wasn’t until she turned the corner to see the full view of the entrance that she took notice of the prince gladly engaging in conversations with the king of Sui. It was as if his persona last night was a mere lie.

“Here she is, my princess, Taeha.” King Taemu opens his arms wide to welcome her all dolled up daughter. 

Taeha takes her time. She doesn’t rush to stand beside her parents, let alone, his fiance. Once she stood beside her mother, she wrapped her arms around her waist. 

“I heard that the kingdom of Hwei has already prepared their lady-in-waiting for you.” Aside from the absurdity of being engaged just a few days ago, she finds out that she’ll be going to a foreign land all on her own, without anyone she truly knows? 

It took everything in Taeha for her head not to swing towards the queen in absolute anger. “I see,” she sighs, “however,” the moment she began her sentence with this she was met with glares coming from her parents, “I believe that it would be hard to accumulate in a foreign land without my own lady-in-waiting.” She reasons out.

“Wouldn’t that be better?” King Taemu turns his head towards the prince. “You’ll be relying on this young man even more.”

Guanheng remained silent, but continued to force a smile on his face. The sudden silence from her father’s words made everyone’s heads turn towards the horses that were neighing, as if they were the most impatient beings present right now.

“That appears to be the sign for us to send our farewell.” Guanheng bows towards the royal couple of Sui, before walking up a few steps and offering out his hands to the princess.

Taeha before she could even accept his hand was taken into a hug by the queen, one that felt like it was the last time they’ll ever be able to touch one another. A much larger hand on the back was placed  right above the queen’s, and as soon as she looked up, she saw her father with a soft smile on his face. 

She was the one who decided to break the hug. Taking a deep breath, she grabs hold unto Guanheng’s hand. “I’ll be taking my leave.” That was the last thing she told her parents before walking down the stairs. 

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[glitxhwayventeen]

The Lucky One

Hendery

Characters: Hendery x female reader

Warnings: twisted sense of humor about disabilities, love triangle, depression mentions, disability struggles, mentions of partying, mentions of drinking/drugging, homelessness mentions, dark jokes, fight scene sort of, i think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note: I clicked the wrong thing so this is a mess and it posted before it was finished. I will be fixing it within the next day or so. But Please don’t take any of the jokes made about the main characters disability seriously. My family has a warped sense of humor about our own medical issues (me included) and it’s just how i naturally pictured the character to be about hers too! It wasn’t meant to upset anyone!

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Watch It All Burn Masterlist

The Lucky One: Part 2

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After being on a plane for hours on end sitting next to some slobbering idiot, Kunhang was just dying to plant his aching body in bed and surround himself in his tranquil pillows and bellowing blankets to sleep. But even as the car consisting of his alpha, his alpha’s mate, and himself pulled up to their shared home’s driveway, he couldn’t help but feel his heart pumping a million miles a minute.

He was so exhausted only moments ago he really wasn’t sure he’d even be able to make it through the front door. But, as if a light switch had suddenly been flickered on, a rush of adrenaline and nerves began firing throughout his body. Something just felt so… off. He just couldn’t explain what.

“So you dreading being back yet Guanheng?” Yueguang joked while they were sat in the car waiting for her mate to unload some of the bags before they began their way into the house.

One would think he would be considering he hadn’t even been able to stay as long as he wanted to. Sicheng and Daiyu had their son and now he was an uncle and, though part of him was stoked for that and it factored into him leaving sooner than intended, he wasn’t looking forward to the long nights of the baby crying and the entire house smelling like crap every time he pooped.

So a small part of him wasn’t exactly elated at going back solely for that reason. But a greater part of him would just be glad he wouldn’t have to hear the newly depressed Dejun whining on and on about Yangyang’s new mate and how annoying she was.

“Believe it or not,” He hoarsely spoke as he listened to his own heart beat in his ears, “I think I might actually be… excited to be home.”

The older girl breathed out a chuckle, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and clicking open her door once Kun signaled it was time for them to go inside, “Really? I would’ve figured you of all of us would be the one to already miss home as soon as you got back.” She shrugged, gesturing him to follow her out of the car.

It was true, Kunhang loved being back in Macau. The youngest three boys in the pack were the only ones who still got along well with their families, were accepted by their families, or even still had any reason to go revisit the country to see their families since most now lived elsewhere due to them having to flee so suddenly. And since they couldn’t all go at once on their constant visits as it would leave their small pack too vulnerable, they took short turns so everyone got their chance to see their loved ones or go on trips.

Except this time, the doe eyed boy was able to extend his visit longer than usual because his parents bought him his ticket for his birthday. It wasn’t like he could refuse the gesture they had so thoughtfully given him even if he wanted to, they were still his parents after all. Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t happy to comply. Hendery loved being home.

He loved seeing his sisters and his parents, all of whom treated him as if he was the most precision treasure to have ever walked the earth because he was the baby and only boy of the family. He was even worried that he would already want to go back to his homeland as soon as he landed in Korea. Even through most of the drive, he was already starting to miss the all too familiar smell of his mom cooking dinner in the kitchen and the pestering sound of his sisters bickering while him and his dad laughed at their sibling rivalry.

But that feeling of yearning and heartache quickly turned into a feeling of nervousness and excitement. And he couldn’t explain it. He never once in his life thought he’d be looking forward to living in a house with 5 other guys again.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The only conclusion he could come up with was that he must’ve been delusional. That and that the heart was… a strange thing.

——

“Are you ready baby?” Your mate chimed passed the doorway of your shared room from the hallway.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “As I’ll ever be Xiao Yang,” you replied, bracing yourself for what was to come.

He hurriedly made his way over to you, helping you maneuver your legs over the side of your bed and getting down to your level so you could use his arm to stabilize yourself.

It had been a little under a month since you had started staying with the pack and you’d say things were going okay. At least by the standard that was your ridiculously stupid life.

After the day you and Yangyang admitted aloud to being mates, you pretty much just started acting like a couple even though you two really hardly knew each other at the time. But it wasn’t as though you could help it. With the both of you feeling the imprinting pull as strongly as you did, everything just felt natural.

You leaning your head on his shoulder when you were tired or worn out was of second language. Him kissing you on the forehead before going to sleep beside you was almost as easy as breathing. You didn’t even think of it.

It was as though one day your brains had just understood the facts and unanimously agreed to be comfortable with each other. It was a Tuesday, the sky was blue, and you were destined to spend the rest of your life with a stranger who would always love and protect you no matter the cost.

And your left side of your body was beginning to function normally again thanks to Sicheng and Dai’s hard work. Well, as normally as it ever would from that point on anyways.

They had actually managed to fully debride and heal up all your open wounds, but internally, there wasn’t much anyone could do. Your tendons had healed wrong from the positions you had been put in while still seriously injured and your muscle grew around most of the non-silver plated metal in your body.

Which meant that, while you’d live, you’d just never walk right again. It was something you were still trying to come to terms with. You weren’t used to feeling so helpless.

You were a kick ass soldier with years of fighting under your belt. You grew up with all brothers who taught you to fight dirty on the playground and not to take shit from anyone for god’s sakes. You weren’t supposed to be this meek little thing that needed to rely on others for help when it came to something as simple as walking.

That’s why when your ever so doting mate asked if you were ready for him to get you up so you could be introduced to his pack brother that had finally came back into town, nothing but hesitation and uncertainty laced your voice. He had to help you even get as far as the kitchen by walking by your side the whole time or by carrying you.

But that didn’t mean you wanted him to see how heavily everything was affecting you.

He was still pretty emotionally and mentally scarred from having to hear you cry and scream for days on end when you first got to the house when Sicheng was fixing you up. It had caused him to become extremely overprotective of you. He was always glued to your side, almost as if he was afraid you’d vanish into thin air if he left you for as short as a second.

Most nights, he wouldn’t even get up to go to the bathroom until he was certain you were deep asleep and had already awoken a time or two so he’d always be there if you needed him. He was completely determined to prevent anymore injury or pain from happening to you.

So you did your best to put on as confident a face as you could muster and let his strong arms help navigate you out of the room and to the front door where everyone had gathered to greet the Macanese boy.

At least that’s where you thought he was from. With the mix of languages you didn’t 100% speak floating through the house and the mix of information they’d all thrown at you when you were still pretty out of it, you weren’t really certain you even knew the basics about the kid coming back.

You did think you managed to understand that he was from Macau and that he had a few sisters back home. But aside from that, you weren’t sure of what he looked like or even his real age.

“We’re hooooome!” Yueguang declared with a smile, pushing past her mate and running over to your place once she realized the pained look ok your face, “___, do you need help?” She asked rhetorically while she grabbed your other side and helped Yangyang balance you so you weren’t as noticeably uncomfortable having to shift your weight on your bad leg.

As if you weren’t even there, your mate answered her question for you in what you only assumed was Korean, “She’s alright jiejie. Just a little tired is all,” he beamed with a sickeningly sweet smile before he kissed the top of your head encouragingly.

Since you were doing your best to downplay how bad you really felt for his sake, you just gave a polite small bow of your head in return, signaling to the girl that your mate was right and that you were just tired.

But truthfully, in that moment you weren’t really sure WHAT you were feeling.

Seconds ago you had felt like you had been run over by a tank, but now you weren’t. Your heart was racing sure, but the prickly stinging feeling you had gotten so used to feeling when you walked around on your bad leg was now numbed. In fact, all the pain you had been experiencing was.

Instead you found yourself feeling almost… excited? Why in the living hell were you excited? You suddenly felt almost as though you had enough energy to run a marathon.

It wasn’t until your gaze locked with the euroasian looking boy who had nearly just dropped his suitcase on a very tired Dejun that you realized what the feeling was, or rather what had happened. It couldn’t be… could it?

Double imprinting happened, probably more than most people realized since love triangles in general were quite common, but to have it happen in such a small pack? That was nearly unheard of. It happened when two werewolves were from opposing packs more often than not, but it was nearly unheard of happening with two wolves from the same one.

It took a minute for those around the two of you to understand what was going on and why the both of you had stopped what you were doing so quickly, but it took one person almost painfully long to catch on: Yangyang.

And when he finally realized why he no longer felt your loving eyes looking at him as usual and had instead focused themselves on his newly arrived packmate, he couldn’t help but see red.

Uh oh.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being thrown into Yueguang, the both of you falling to the floor softly as one of the boys was quick enough to react and throw himself underneath you.

Yangyang had charged at the doe eyed boy full speed, sending them both to the ground in record time, as he straddled him and started throwing punches left and right. The boy under him started to fight back rather hastily, easily landing a jab to the pink haired boys gut and turning the tables so he was now the one on top.

Soon it was the two of them rolling around on the floor with red eyed and nails that were beginning to elongate. This seemed to signal whoever it was underneath you and Yue to get the two of you out of harms way before the boys fight got out of control and they lost any recognition of their surroundings.

You felt yourself and your new sister being elevated up off the hardwood and being carried into the nearest secured room for your safety. With everything happening far too high speed for you to react properly, all you could do was struggle against the much stronger wolf holding you to try and get to them to stop them, aggravating some of your old wounds in the process.

As tears had began to form in your eyes, you couldn’t see who rushed the older girl and you into someone’s room. But, between the thoughts of worry for your mates and your brain panicking at the thought that one or both of them could’ve been hurt, you thought you had picked up on some familiar scent encasing around you. Not that you cared at the moment.

Nothing else mattered to you but the two wolves battling possibly to the death in the previous room over you. So instead of dwelling on who your ‘savior’ was, you banged on the door of the bedroom you had been hoisted to with all your might.

You banged and thrashed and begged until you felt like both your hand and your throat were raw and bleeding. When you had finally exerted your energy, all you could do was slide your sobbing self down the door and cry into the palm of your good hand while Yue came and attempted to kindly comfort you with words of encouragement.

-

It was a while before all the growling and snarling stopped. And it was even longer before you stopped panicking visibly in front of your new sister. But none of it matter once Kun opened the jail of a bedroom door and told you the boys were both okay. Somewhat hurt, but okay.

As long as they were both still breathing, you were happy. Even if both surviving such a sudden fight meant you’d have to deal with possibly two mates from now on that weren’t gonna ever probably be too civil with each other. As long as they were both still standing, you’d call it a win.

But now you’d have to work on figuring out what to do about your current situation. Just because you were ecstatic that they were both alive didn’t mean that them staying that way wouldn’t bring it’s own set of problems.

Before you came to Korea you had never had a mate before. Now in the new country, you managed to have collected two in a span of only a few weeks and you weren’t sure if they’d both willingly accept that or if they’d try to make you choose between them.

When he came to tell you everything was okay, Kun also told you he had to send Yangyang to one of the packs they were friends with’s places for a night or two so he would cool down. It didn’t make sense to send the newly arrived boy away as your first mate was obviously the aggressor in the situation given that he was the main one feeling territorial over one of his brother’s imprinting on you.

You hated that the alpha had to do such a thing because even if it was only for a short while, you’d miss him. But you knew it was overall for the best as now it gave you a little time to at least gain an introduction to the newly returned member of the pack.

Once Yangyang was sent away after he was allowed to take you back to your shared room to give you a quick kiss goodbye, you had started to try to fix the disheveled mess you called your hair while sitting on your bed. Though with only one good hand it went without saying that you fastly began having trouble controlling the disaster atop your head and were getting fed up with dealing with it.

Just as you reached out to your nightstand drawer to pull out a sharp pair of scissors to rid yourself of the annoyance once and for all, you caught the sound of the softest knock ever at your door. If it weren’t for your supernatural hearing abilities, you probably wouldn’t have even heard it due to how lightly it had been initiated.

“Come in!” You shouted with a racing pulse, your heart already picking up on who was trying to enter before your eyes were able to.

The door opened just enough for a doe eyed boy with silky hair to peak his head cautiously.

You figured that he was probably still concerned about Yangyang showing up and trying to kill him again even though he no doubt already knew he was taking his time away already.

You felt bad for it. You wouldn’t have wanted the way things took place to have been the way you were familiarized with the boy. But what could you do? You couldn’t turn back time. Not could you have seen what was going to happen before it went down anyways even if you did.

So you tried to reassure him it was safe in your own way, “You can relax, my guard dog was being overly territorial so he got sent to puppy school to be retrained.”

Though the boy slipped the remainder of his body fully through the door way while you were chuckling gently, he didn’t necessarily seem to be as amused by your joke as you were.

“That’s not too funny you know.” Hendery informed you tight lipped, cementing himself in the center of your room while twittling with his fingers clasped in front of him.

You found the move odd because you both already knew you were mates after the events from earlier and had no need to be so formal yet endearing because he was trying to be respectful enough to give you your space in case you were still struggling to come to terms with it. Most boys your age probably wouldn’t have cared. Yeah, he definitely had sisters that trained him to behave a certain way growing up alright.

You tilted your head to the side with a small smirk, “It’s a little funny.”

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, thoughts began to race through your head of potentially having offended him with your previous joke. It wasn’t your intention to do such a thing. It was just how you were, you made twisted jokes in less than ideal situations to break the ice.

Though all tension seemed to dissipate as soon as he playfully rolled his big eyes at you, “But we’re not dogs.” He tilted his head down, though not before you caught the microscopic smile that had appeared on his face.

It was a shy genuine one. One that made your heart do flips in your chest and made you realize just how pretty he was and just how bright his grin could be. You had only taken a small glance at him in the moments that took place before the chaos hit. He was absolutely breathtaking. It was a little bit intimidating just how jawdroppingly handsome he was. But you tried to brush off your budding nervousness you were sure he would sense and continued on.

“Yes,” You reasoned carefully while acting as though you were deeply thinking, “But you’re also not NOT dogs so…” You finished with an unbalanced shrug, causing the boy in front of you to shake his head and bring his attention to look down at his feet once more.

You patted the bed beside you with your still working hand and wondered whether or not he’d always be so timid with you, “Come here.” You requested, causing him to plop down on the bed next to you very hesitantly.

Bringing his chiseled jaw to hold in your hand, you observed his injuries firsthand, an action that clearly startled him as it was the first time he had had any sort of contact with you.

He had a bruise already beginning to brown and heal on the left side of his cheek. His mouth was cracked at the skin on the corner of his bottom lip and he had an already scabbed over cut on his forehead just above his brow. Over all, he didn’t look half bad considering what happened. And he still definitely obtained his good features. Which was something that, though you noticed more of as an after thought, nonetheless brought a tint of pink to your cheeks when you noticed he was looking right at you in quite close proximity.

You were sure he noticed based on the small knowing grin that appeared on his face, but you hurried it away with a sly cough and continued, “Hmm. Well I’d say he definitely hit you with a right hook based on the split lip you got there. But I’d say other than a few bumps and bruises you’ll live.”

“Worse has happened.” Hendery all but whispered in response automatically.

Because it was true. He had been through hell for more reasons than one. Back in Macau his family life was considered happy, but the city itself was not. He grew up fighting and doing shady shit to survive. When he came to Korea with his pack, nothing changed.

The pack had known some of what he did back home, and they treated him and talked about him as though the person he had to be back home was who he wanted to be as a person. So that’s who he became.

He got in fights, ran with a bad crowd, slept around with just about anyone that was willing, partied far too hard for far too long, and did god knows what else simply because it was what was expected of him by everyone else around him. He just didn’t know if you’d also think the worst of him by default because of his past or not. It was one of the two major reasons why he was treading lightly with you. He wasn’t sure if anyone had mentioned any of his past to you yet and he figured if they hadn’t, he’d have to break the news to you gently.

“Well,” You added, “Considering he took you by surprise, you look pretty good. Guess it’s good to know my mate’s not a complete wuss.” You giggled at him, though you weren’t sure why he gave you almost a hurt look in his eye back.

Instead you tried to change the subject, “Now that that’s settled,” You sighed, grabbing the comb and brush you had been using only minutes before the Macanese boy walked in, “Mind helping me with my hair?”

The pained look in Hendery’s gaze changed to that of confusion at your request, “Your… hair…?”

He was expecting you to start asking him more about himself so you two could get to know each other, at bare minimum he was expecting you to at least ask him basic things like his full name and age. He figured you two had a lot to unpack between each other and had a lot to figure out about your next steps should be. But then you went and asked that out of no where? Were you joking?

“Yeah,” You answered in almost a duh tone, like he needed to hurry up and get with the program, “I’ve got a bum arm that I can’t use and doing like 99.99% of any known hairstyle takes two good ones. I’ve been having Yangyang help me, but he doesn’t really know how to do it and definitely doesn’t care about how well it’s done so long as it’s up somehow and out of the way. And since it’s a mess, i need it redone again.” You chuckled as your other mate’s body nearly froze before you.

He was always more than willing to help you with any and every thing you needed or wanted. That was part of what it meant to imprint on someone after all. But that didn’t mean he was always the best at it. And that definitely didn’t mean he understood it or why it was important. Especially your hair.

“What makes you think I’d do any better of a job than him?” He questioned, still a little too stunned to say it above a whisper.

You shrugged as you thought back to some of the things you’d heard about him from the pack. They had told you where he was visiting, that that was where he was from, and a bit about his family that they all acted as if they had known forever. They talked about his parents and sisters, plural, and they always called him the baby of his family. So you figured that meant he was the baby. And if being a baby in his family meant the same things that it did in yours, he must’ve done everything with them growing up.

That’s why you assumed they taught him a few things about what it meant to be more feminine, “You have a few older sisters right?”

Hendery nodded slowly, somewhat curious as to how you already knew that with your current meeting together having been the first you’ve ever had. But he didn’t point that out out loud. Right now, he was really just lucky you’d even see him after the ordeal from earlier. So he wanted to stay on your good side by staying quiet.

“Then I’m sure they’ve used you as their little helper before or that you’ve at least picked up on a thing or two about how important a girl’s hair is to them. So would you help me?” You asked again, hair supplies held out to him in your only working hand.

“Uh,” He glitched in thought for a second, wondering if he really should attempt it before he saw the pleading look in your eyes and felt a zap in his chest, “O-Okay. Sure.” He finalized, knowing from the moment the aching sensation from his heart reached his brain that he’d do anything you requested of him with little to no hesitation.

“Thanks,” You expressed in gratitude as you handed the strange looking piece of plastic that was supposed to tame your never wavering locks to him.

You could both hear and feel him start to chip away at the various knots and tangles that had formed in your hair over the past few weeks before you finally spoke to dull the silence, “It’s been pretty bad lately I know,” you earnestly choked out in slight embarrassment, “Personally, I blame my old stylist. Guess I can fire him now that I’ve got you too.” You laughed at your own dumb joke.

“Is this all your natural hair?” He quipped, lightly combing through the partially matted material stuck to your head.

He really was intending for it to be a serious question. But he already had assumed the answer to it once he noticed only a minimal amount of hair was coming out onto the brush he was given. He really just didn’t want to have to dwell on the thought of you having to choose between either him or Yangyang. Because he was pretty sure he already knew what your answer would be to that question too.

“Hmm? Oh yeah it is. I mean, minus the rats nest that was so lovingly left alone yeah.” You snorted, as if him asking you such a question was silly to begin with.

The doe eyed boy grew up with three sisters. He knew saying the wrong thing would set in a whole world of problems he didn’t need at the moment.

So he did his very best to choose his next set of words as carefully as possible, “But it’s… i mean it looks so… curly…?”

“Well that would be because it’s naturally curly.” You replied to the wolf tackling your disaster area you called hair in a duh tone, doing what you could to keep as straight of a face as you could.

“Sorry I’m just-” He tried to concentrate on keeping his hands steady so he wouldn’t upset you further by accidentally dropping a stray strand.

But truthfully he was terrified of making you sad or angry. Which was strange considering he didn’t usually care much about what other people though of what he said or did. Usually the only people’s feelings he went out of his way to be considerate of were his mom and sisters. Now here he was to have a normal nice conversation with you while quaking in his boots.

Must be the mating pull, “It’s just… not a hair type we see on this side of the world all that often.” Hendery gulped, quickly flinging one lock of your hair over the other in distraction as he braced for some sort of violent reaction from you.

“Relax dude, I’m not ticked at you for asking or anything like that. I know it’s not the norm here. I’m just fucking with you.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you saw his face change from the corner of your eye from frightened to shocked.

It was definitely gonna take him some serious getting used to you before he was ready for your type of humor. Then again, you both had all the time in the world to get to know each other now. And there was nothing stopping you both since you already knew what he was.

“Do you… do this often?” Hendery quietly uttered, barely above a whisper.

“Do i do what often?” You yawned, suddenly feeling both tired and exhausted from the day’s unforeseen emotional breakdowns while he twirled another piece of hair between his fingertips.

He cleared his throat cautiously, almost as if mentioning whatever it was he was going to say out loud would land him in hot water, “The whole ‘acting like everything’s okay’ thing when it’s clearly not?”

You let a tiny snicker into the air before you cooled yourself once more and simply put your still viable hand up with a pointed finger, “It’s called selective denial and yes i happen to be quite good at it actually. You should just get used to it already. It’ll make everything easier for you, trust me.”

“I don’t think anything about this is easy.” The boy behind you sighed with a huff, clearly already dreading the coming conversations and difficult situations ahead.

You didn’t revel in having to imagine the challenges you’d have to face either. But what you really didn’t want in the moment was to hear your newly found mate’s spirit sound so crushed at the thought of it all. It made your heart ache in a way you had only felt with Yangyang. It was strange how quickly everything worked when it came to werewolves.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” You shrugged, wincing in pain towards the end as you nearly had forgotten about your previous injuries as you slightly turned to talk to Kunhang, “But there’s not much anyone can do about it so it is what it is.”

“I mean… you could always still deny one of us.” Hendery muttered quietly.

Though you’d only known Yangyang for a short time by normal people’s standards, he knew how the mating pull worked. You were already hopelessly in love with the younger boy. Kunhang knew he stood practically no chance of being the one who came out on top. He knew he was all but a dead man walking.

Even so, he would never blame you for it. He would’ve thought he usually would’ve been at least bitter about it as he could literally die. But knowing you’d still be alive and happy with someone you actually loved was enough to cease any form of protest his inner voice may have had.

“No.” You confidently declared, rerailing his lost train of thought.

Did he hear you correctly? Had you just said no?

“W-What do you mean no?” The cameo cut chiseled boy stuttered out loud, much to your amusement.

You shrugged your one good shoulder and partially moved your bad one out of habit, “I mean just as I said: No.”

The boy was perplexed. Had you not heard his statement correctly? Were you just trying to avoid what you both knew was coming? Or were you trying to be difficult simply because that was your personality?

“But i don’t unders-” Hendery tried to get some sort of clarity, but you swiftly cut him off.

You snorted as you felt him twist a chunk of your hair to shape it the way he wanted it to go to distract himself, “Doesn’t matter. The answers still no.”

Why wouldn’t you just give him an appropriate answer? Why did you just keep saying no? Why the hell did you have to be so damn stubborn? And why the hell did that make him like you so much more?

He attempted once more to point something out to no avail. “But what if-”

“Never gonna happen soooo Nope.” You insisted with an accentuated popping sound on the P in the word nope.

At that point, You yourself began to want to pull your hair out at the Macanese boy’s need to keep the topic at hand alive.

“But Yangyang will just get-” Hendery began to point out, again getting no where with his words.

You sighed a deep sigh as you butted in once more, “Don’t care. It’s not changing my answer which is and always will be no.”

You wanted to be patient truly. But every time he spoke of it part of your heart felt like it was starting to rip open. And you had been ripped open enough for one life time.

“But wouldn’t it be easier if y-” He started again, this time with a more pleading tone and no doubt giant puppy dog eyes before you kicked his whines down.

“What part of no aren’t you getting here?!” You snapped, distraught with having to keep up with the charade of your shielded humor deflecting personality.

As the boy behind you went tight lipped and silent after a small whimper escaped his chest, you couldn’t help but feel bad. You knew he was probably just as worried about everything as you were saddened by it. He was the invader in most of the others you lived with’s eyes.

You could tell he already thought himself a goner because everyone expected you to pick Yangyang. And, while part of you knew picking one would be easier, you just… couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It felt like you’d end up burying your own heart along with whichever one you’d end up having to bury in the ground. How could someone choose between their soulmates?

So you deeply exhaled to cool down and spoke again in a softer tone, “I just… I just can’t be the cause of anymore suffering or death. I- I can’t.”

Your voice broke at the end of your sentence as your mind began to think back to all the death that seemed to just pile around you. Your brothers. Your friends. Your grandparents. Your dad. Your mom.

Life after life seemed to just fall down the hour glass you found yourself trapped in while you continued to survive and breathe. The people you could save but didn’t. The people that you couldn’t save but tried to anyways. All of their names were a gruesome reminder that you were the angel of death. And everyone hated you for it.

The family you still had alive, the comrades you so valiantly fought with, yourself. Even Your own brother hated you so much for being the reason your own mother was lost that he refused to even visit you even though you had been living in his house for weeks. He didn’t even care about you anymore.

There was more blood surrounding you than there was inside you. And you couldn’t stand the thought of being the driving force behind more people’s demises. You just couldn’t.

Looking down at your lap and fiddling with your lame hand using your working fingers, you forced yourself to finish your thought, “So there will be no denying of anyone on my end. If one of you wants to reject or deny, you’re more than welcome to. I wouldn’t blame either of you if you did. But i won’t be doing any such thing. I’ve had enough death to last a lifetime.”

“Okay.” Hendery whispered as he wordlessly continued his taming of your wild hair.

What you thought was an uncomfortable silence seemed to swarm around the room you found yourself stuck in everyday tensely and you didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So you did what you always did when you were uneasy: made dark jokes.

“Besides, even if I did want to deny one of you, it could end up killing me to and why would I want that?” You crackled out loud with a snort.

“Why would it kill you?”

You didn’t know for a 100% fact that it would, but if you were anything it was someone who always looked at the facts. And fact of the matter was, no one hadn’t a single clue what you were for certain.

“Because I’m not really all that human.” You informed him, naturally just assuming no one had explained your particularly uncommon situation to him in the .5 seconds he had actually been home before he was ambushed by your other mate.

The boy behind you cocked his head to the side in curiosity, “So you’re a wolf then? Like your brother and the rest of us?”

Dejun had explained to him that he couldn’t quite get a read on why you smelt so… strange. But he had never actually fully went into detail about just what he had meant by strange either as usually when they spoke of how aggravating you were, it would remind him of his frustrating situation with his own mate. Then he’d just go back to crying and rhetorically asking where he had gone wrong with her. One problem at a time.

“Not exactly. But I’m not human either.” You stated simply.

This was also true. You weren’t exactly a human. Your senses were a lot sharper. Your hearing was spectacular. Your vision was far beyond perfect. Your sense of smell was something only thought possible in movies. You were freakishly strong before your crash and could run for hours before you got even the slightest bit exhausted. You were unbelievably well coordinated and flexible too, things that made you the most wanted solider by units from all over in hand to hand combat alone.

But you couldn’t exactly call yourself a werewolf either. You couldn’t shift into a big furry animal like they could. Your teeth and nails didn’t elongate when you were angry and weren’t sharp enough to cut through solid rock. You didn’t feel any specific pull to anyone other than those you were related to before you met Yangyang and Hendery. Your eyes didn’t even change color the way theirs did and they weren’t naturally goldish either.

So most of the time you just gave a null answer as to what you were because fact was no one knew. And you refused to gamble in the game of life. Hence why you could only default in figuring that if you denied/neglected one of your mates you’d die same as they would. It was the safer bet.

Now it was the male’s turn to snort, “So what are you then?”

“I… don’t really know what I am.” You swallowed a bit harsher than you had intended before speaking again, “ I just know what I’m not.”

“And you know you’re not human…” He cautiously repeated back to you.

“Yes.”

“And that you’re also not a wolf…” Kunhang deadpanned.

You turned your head upward slightly and gave him the prettiest smile he had ever received from anybody with a giggle, “Exactly. Now you’re getting it.”

“I’m really not.” He grinned back automatically, as if your sudden little burst of pride at his very not real understanding of the situation was contagious.

The only thing he knew he understood after seeing you was why Kun and Sicheng had been so insufferable from an outside view for all the time he had known them.

All those times he’d walk into the kitchen to see Kun feeling Yue up as she squeeled with glee, all the moments where Sicheng randomly dropped his hand to reach for Daiyu’s as they sat sandwiched on the coach. Imprinting really hit them like they were being mowed down on a highway. And the way Kunhang wanted to just grab your cheeks and smother you with kisses. Now he knew just how hard it was to even be near one’s mate without wanting to be physically absorbed into one. His geges must’ve been saints for restraining their urges.

“Yeah,” You huffed in defeat with pursed lips, “Me either. But what can you do you know? I was always taught to live based on what life throws at you, not what you want in life. So whether I’m human or a wolf or none of the above, it doesn’t matter. I’ll still be the same old me as i was the day before.”

You rolled with the punches. That was something Hendery could admire. You were good with weird and strange. And you didn’t complain. You seemed to genuinely be fine with what was given to you cosmically. None of which could be said for himself.

“Nice philosophy i suppose,” he wet his cracked lips out of habit, “Who taught you to be that way?”

“My dad. He thought the same way about life.” You hummer in remembrance of your beloved father.

“And where is he?” Kunhang asked without thinking.

Which was a mistake on his part.

“Well…” You paused, trying to not dwell too much on the past trauma and wanting to keep things light, “Probably six feet under by now. Though I’m not sure the bombing’s probably disturbed the cemeteries by now too.”

You were brought to his pack half dead and barely breathing. Dejun had told him that the guy that brought you didn’t even want to bring you, but that he had no other choice. He should’ve realized that that meant you had no one else but your brother to turn to. He just never had to think about stuff like that before he met you. Now he knew.

“Oh w-wow,” The wolf stuttered in shock, “I didn’t- I mean no one-no one told me. I didn’t mean to-” He started to yammer on in disbelief once he realized the can of worms he had no doubt opened before you let it roll off you back.

You didn’t want him upset. And you definitely didn’t want to linger on the thought again. Last time the crying took nearly everything out of you and you ended up being so dehydrated that they thought you’d die. You had to chill out.

“Don’t worry about it. Like i said. I try not to think too hard into anything i can’t change. And his death isn’t something that can, so there’s no point in dwelling on it.”

Nervously, Hendery tried to change the topic to get your mind off what had apparently happened to your father as per your own wishes, “What about the rest of your family? Where are they? Besides Ten anyways.”

“Gone too. All my parents, grandparents, and siblings are dead. Except Chitta that is.”

Of course he just had to dig his grave with you even deeper by making the conversation even more heavy.

But he was nothing if not determined, so he once again attempted to take your mind off of everything, “Siblings? As in plural? I thought it would’ve only been Ten.”

“No,” You chuckled at the amount of panic coming from the boy, “He was definitely NOT my only sibling. I mean, he was my only one from my moms side sure. But my dad had a bunch of other kids.”

“So you had a bunch of brothers and sisters then?” He stayed on the path of siblingship for the time being as it seemed to be the safest one he could find.

“Brothers,” You corrected him, “But yeah. I had 12 total at one point. I was the only girl.”

If eyes could actually fall out of their sockets, you were positive your mate would’ve looked like a little cartoon mouse about to be eaten by an angry cat in horror.

“The Only girl??” He exaggerated, not even being able to fathom the thought of being the only boy in such a large family, “I mean- Sounds like it Must’ve been lonely.”

Sure he came from a relatively large family by Chinese standards and yeah okay he was technically the only boy in said family. But your family was reality TV show big in size. And you being such a tiny little girl surrounded by older brothers sounded very intimidating.

“Eh,” You scrunched your nose, “Not really. My brothers never let me feel left out. They just treated me like another one of the boys.”

Then you went on to explain some of the ways they kept you in the loop as kids. Like when they would all start horsing around and had you be the referee to call for interferences. Or how whenever they entered into a sport your dad would enter you in the exact same one as them, usually on the exact same team too.

You talked about how they had you working on their cars with them and about how they taught you to do sneaky pranks with them on each other. And how they’d even dress you pretty similarly to them when you were little so you’d be just another one of the guys and would stand out less amongst them.

“And that’s a good thing?” The boy towered over you to give you a questionable look of worry.

“Wasn’t it a good thing that your sisters treated you like one of the girls every now and then so you wouldn’t have felt discluded?” You countered, giving him a knowing smirk in return.

“That’s- a good question,” Kunhang thought in a moment of silence,“I… don’t know.” He finally came to his conclusion with a giggle.

“Well I always liked it.” You nodded proudly at your family life, “It made me feel like I always had the others to back me up.”

You never felt alone around them. In fact, you never really were alone back home. They were always around. With so many kids, you basically developed the buddy system subconsciously so you’d have a never ending supply of friends to play with. Just when one brother would go to school or had to join the war front, the next would take his place and continue where the last had left off with you. It was comforting. You’d never had that again.

“Plus, my dad used to say if he had one more girl to deal with he would’ve literally imploded so it was probably best that they raised me like my brothers.” You chuckled sadly, the memories of your once happy family going up into flames about as quickly as your plane had fallen from the sky.

“So where were you in the birth order?” Guanghang asked once he realized you were starting to go down the rabbit hole of despair.

“Lucky number 13.”

You were the last one. A sentence that was once figurative had now become completely literal. You were the last one standing. All because you were ‘lucky.’

But if you were truly so lucky, why did the thought of such a name now fill your heart with such anguish? Why did you now have to continue on without people you thought you’d get decades with? How was that lucky? How was that fair?

“That’s what everyone called me anyways. I never felt very lucky though.” You spoke honestly, once more looking at your lap.

“Why’s that?” Your mate quizzed.

“Well for starters,” You began, “I can’t even do my own hair anymore.”

“So you’re not gonna get any better?” Hendery questioned politely, trying not to upset you.

But he wasn’t hurting you. You knew he wasn’t meaning his words in a bad or negative way. He just wanted answers same as anyone else would. Hell, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he wasn’t even positively sure about what had happened to you in the first place. You still weren’t fully sure.

“No probably not. I mean, I can feel a little more in my hand every now and then,” You gripped your bad hand in your lap open and slightly closed a few times as you spoke, “Though it hurts like a bitch still. Daiyu and Sicheng seem to be in agreement that i might have some chance to gain more function in it if i try hard enough. But the leg’s completely fucked up for good.”

“How do they know that?” Kunhang meekly voiced.

“Well when I first got hurt, they had me laying with my legs bent at an angle on my side so that they could clean them off and stop some of the bleeding. But that, coupled with having to sit on an airplane for hours, looks like caused my ligaments to heal in different positions and at different lengths than they should be.” You gave him the rundown of what you had learned from Sicheng and his mate before they had gone on maternity/paternity leave to take care of their newborn son.

Though they used much bigger words than that and seemed to only confuse you even more. You eventually looked it up with the internet access you found yourself having a surplus’s of in your endless free time, “That’s something that can only be fixed by a surgeon and since we don’t know whether or not my fucked up gene pool has any wolf DNA…” You trailed, letting his imagination run with your silence.

“Oh man.” He commented sadly under his breath.

“Yeah,” You agreed quietly, “I can’t really even stand on it straight. I have to have people’s help to walk, well let’s be honest, limp, most places really. It’s super ugly.”

“I’m sorry.” Hendery apologized so earnestly to you that you almost broke your rule of showing no weakness to anyone and began tearing up.

But instead, you blinked back your tears and lied, “Eh don’t be. It’s fine.”

You weren’t fine. That he was sure of. He could just hear how broken your situation made you feel. He could also hear how hard you were trying to stay strong. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to do that around him. He wanted to be someone you could rely on, someone whose shoulder you could cry on.

“You don’t sound like it’s fine.” He remarked on your behavior.

Shrugging, you brushed him off, “Just another side effect of war i guess.”

“Wars aren’t any fun.” Kunhang continued your thought.

Which left you confused for a few reasons. The main one being that you weren’t really sure just how or if he knew anything about what it meant to actually be in a war.

You were always jealous of other countries and how they had it easy compared yo you and your people. You secretly hated that they sat safe in their homes and complained of their life and hardships completely cushioned as the people you knew wondered just how they’d feel their families that night or live to see the next day. You figured he was one of those people.

And because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him feel less validated, you decided to bring it up in a kinder way than your brain had originally thought of, “But I heard china’s war wasn’t really that bad. I mean, i know it turned into a super strict military dictatorship. But i thought that the citizens didn’t really get hurt by bombings and stuff.”

“On the mainland you’d be right yeah. Not in Hong Kong and Macau though.” He explained.

His words confused you even more, “What do you mean?”

“We were already fighting the mainland for independence before the war broke out. But when the restrictions started getting worse, we fought back 10 times harder than we had before. And we were punished for it.” Hendery gulped deeply as he remembered his own experience.

Meanwhile, you were at a loss for words, “I- I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

How could you have been so wrong? How could you ever be so judgmental of someone you literally hardly even knew the name of? What was so wrong with you that made you such a cold hearted bitch?

“It’s alright,” He sadly smiles, “We got out just before they leveled the place, so my family made it.”

When you shifted to look back at him, his eyes stared back at you with a vacancy behind them, “But that didn’t mean we weren’t practically buried alive in the remains of whatever building we were in when the decided to send the bombshell down sometimes.”

Flashes of terror hit the forefront of his mind of his sisters and mom. They were screaming and crying and praying to a god they didn’t even believe in that they’d make it through the night over and over again. And all Kunhang could do was help his dad hold them securely and silently plead too.

You on the other hand had guilt hit you in the gut like a truck at ever questioning him to begin with. You were about to apologize to him once more before a realization hit you, “But wait,” you thought back to his previous words speaking about the war in China, “You only said Macau and Hong Kong. Why not Taiwan? Hasn’t China been trying to take them too for a long time?” You asked, remembering Yangyang’s words of his own homeland.

“Y-Yeah,” Guanghang’s voice broke in a stutter before he cleared his throat to gain some composure, “They have. But just before the war broke out,” He cleared his throat once more, “They got a new president. He was corrupt and the mainland bought him and Taiwan’s government to stay out of trouble in exchange for boosting the economy and the change in their own pockets.”

“But why- why would they do that? Surely the Taiwanese people would’ve fought back their own government’s decision no?” You almost rhetorically pushed out, partially out of anger, partially out of horror.

You listened as the male behind you brokenly let out a dry hum, “A lot of them wanted to,” Hendery confirmed with a small nod, “But it eventually came down to either having food in their stomachs or fighting for their own moral beliefs. And knowing how cruel the government had become, I can’t say i blame them for just choosing not to starve to death.”

“Yangyang’s never brought it up…” You stated, shocked your other mate had never told you the extent to which his own people had been forced into submission.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t break it up because the thought pained him or if he just genuinely didn’t feel the need to bring it up. Another part of you wondered if he was always far too worried and concerned for you and your jagged background that he never thought it okay to mention his own.

Hendery let a smile of gratefulness form on his face, “Yeah. He didn’t have to live through it back home. Because of his dad’s work, they lived in Germany and London through most of it. We found him after we escaped the war when he was studying here.”

Unbeknown to you, your mate started falling face first into his own pit of despair, “When we first got here you know, we didn’t even have a place to stay. When we hopped off the ship we stowed away on, we made our way to the mountains and stayed in a cave. It wasn’t until Yue enrolled in school that we met Yangyang and his family.”

Your heart hurt for him. You didn’t just hear your mate’s pain, you felt it. Right next to your own heart beating. And it was soul crushing.

Why hadn’t your other mate told you about how he met his pack? Why did the pack’s story have to be so gut wrenching?

“Once his family realized our situation. They bought us this place and had us stay here. Yangyang being meant to be the pup in our pack was just an added thing,” He emphasized the family’s kindness and generosity, “They would’ve let us stay here without him since they could afford to give him his own place. We owe a lot to them.” The Macanese boy spoke his last sentence just above a whisper.

The more his mind wandered, the more horrible He felt. Yangyang and his family had been nothing but kind to him and the others. And he payed them all back by imprinting on you.

He knew he’d never be able to find it within himself to regret doing it because one, he couldn’t help it and two, you were still his mate.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel awful about pretty much stabbing the Liu family in the back with his animalistic instinct. If there was anyway he thought he could change your mind about denying one of them, he would have you deny him.

Your newer mate knew just how devastated the pup would be at your decision to not deny either of them. He knew how much the toll of having to share you would take on his mental health.

Kunhang would do anything to prevent the anger and hurt he knew the youngest of your little love triangle was going through. But even though he’d known you less than a day, he knew you’d never listen to him. So he was stuck with a gut wrenching guilt that would more than likely never go away.

And of course you easily figured out the mental battle Hendery was having with himself once his voice trailed away and went quiet.

You being you, you did what you always did, “You staying in a cave? Nah I dont know i don’t buy it?”

Could you have found some other way to comfort him? Sure. But you weren’t that great with feelings and quite frankly, you thought that he wasn’t either. So keeping things playful was your best bet at getting him back to a healthy state of mind.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he began to question what you meant as he was only partially hearing what you had said, “H-Huh?”

“I’m just saying, with your good looks, if you told me you didn’t even know what the word camping meant, I’d probably believe you. So i just don’t buy that you’d stay in a cave.” You shrugged, earning a small scoff from your mate.

“I’ve been camping before. AND stayed in a cave before brat.” He rolled his eyes, a smile creeping up on his mouth quicker than he’d care to admit.

You fake gasped, “And you made it through? You weren’t too traumatized from like, breaking a nail, to keep in functioning afterwards?”

“You’re such an ass,” You could practically hear the eye roll coming from behind you, “Do you really think I’m that much of a pretty boy damn”

Giggling moderately hard at that point, you decided to drop the teasing slightly and deliver him some truth, “I’m only fucking with you. Mostly anyways. I mean, you are pretty much the human embodiment of Prince Charming and all. But I’m sure you’re not that much of an uptight jerk. Just figured I’d get your mind off of wherever it was it had sank to ‘s all.”

While he was a little hurt somewhere inside that you’d already tried to peg him as some dickwad who only cared about his looks, he had to admit you definitely made his mind flip a switch to do a complete 180 and gave him a better thought process.

You took his mind off of what was plaguing him. And he was sure you were kidding based on the cute smile laced with hidden intentions stationed on your face.

He snickered, “Yeah well if I’m Prince Charming, doesn’t that make you some sort of princess?”

His offensive teasing started to work and now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “Yeah well, you look like a story book character. I don’t.”

Though you didn’t fit the conventional standards of beauty he was used to: fair skin, straight hair, dark eyes with a rounded small face; he could easily call you the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen.

“Mmm don’t think so. I’d say you’re a princess, princess.” Kunhang smirked at you from above as he finished tying off some of his work on your hair.

“Pfff. Whatever you say Prince Charming.” You joked back at him with a laugh.

“Why Prince Charming?” Hendery made a disgusted pained face at the remention of the new nickname you had given him.

You gave a slight hesitation at his question,“What? You don’t like fairy tales?“

You had really only meant it as a joke or some sort of had acted reference due to the fact that he was helping you with your problem without having known you even the littlest bit and had a face only god himself would’ve been allowed to create. But seeing his face retract at the idea worried you.

“Not really.” In fact, he kind of hated them, “Even if i did, i wouldn’t be the hero of it all like a prince,” he stated honestly before he whispered under his breath, “In fact, if you ask anyone else here they’d probably say I’m more of the villain type.”

Everyone thought he was just some sort of man whore. It wasn’t that he even liked sex or anything more than the average guy.

He just partied a little too hard sometimes because of who he associated with. It was like a requirement to them that he did.

And yeah of course that generally meant ending the night in somebody’s bed doing what every college kid did at some point.

But he wasn’t originally like that. He didn’t originally plan on being some sort of fuck boy everyone tried to sleep with or hang around to do bad things with. He just… became that way.

He didn’t want to admit that just yet to you. He didn’t want you to judge him or get mad at him. He couldn’t change his past, even if now he would’ve given anything to if it meant starting over for you.

“If you say so,” you shrugged, “But you wanna know something?”

Kunhang tilted his head aside, “What?”

“I’ve always preferred the villains anyways. They’re the ones that make the story interesting.” You winked, giggling as you watched his face drop.

His eyes widened in surprise, “You speak Cantonese?!?!?”

You laughed at him once more, “Yeah i do. No one told you?”

“No, no one told me!” He rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance, wondering why at least his fellow cantonese speaking packmate didn’t give him a heads up, “I figured you’d speak at least basic Mandarin because you’re half Chinese like Ten. But why the hell do you speak Cantonese?”

It was a longer story than you wanted to get into. So you have him the shortened version, “A childhood friend i grew up with. He and his family were refugees from Guangdong during the early parts of the war. I had his family teach me Cantonese growing up so they wouldn’t feel so alone.”

Truth be told you mainly didn’t want to tell him because the thought of even talking about your best friend hurt. You hadn’t heard from him since he left you in Korea to be taken care of by your brother and his pack. You didn’t know if he was safe or even alive.

“So is there anything else i should know about you that they neglected to tell me?”

You figured he’d just learn everything he needed to know on the job as your mate much like Yangyang was.

But you couldn’t think of anything he urgently needed to know about you, “I dont know. I don’t think so. I’m not very interesting, you know, aside from the bum leg and the fucked up arm that is.”

“I doubt that.” Hendery scoffed.

“It’s true.” Well it was either true or you just honestly didn’t care enough in the moment to think too deeply into your life.

You were bringing a lot of emotional baggage with you from your home and you knew it would take you forever to unpack.

His mouth created a raspberrying sound, “No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.” Sort of anyways.

“Nope. You’re a liar. Fake news.” Hendery didn’t buy it.

How could you possibly think you weren’t interesting? You practically fell into their laps after nearly dying from some freak accident. Who could ever call that uninteresting?

“Seriously. No one finds the stuff i do or how i am intriguing. I’m pretty boring.”

The Macanese boy snickered, “Boring? You could literally tell me why you think the sky’s green not blue and we both know I’d listen like you’d just given me the winning million dollar lottery numbers. That’s not something a boring person could do.”

While him saying he’d listen to you no matter what made your heart jump, you knew it wasn’t just because he found everything you said to be naturally interesting. It was the pull.

“That’s only because you imprinted on me. I could throw up on you right now but you’d look at me like you had just fallen in love with me and you know it.” You defiantly added.

“Alright then have it your way you stubborn little baby you.” The nickname he gave you made your stomach burst into butterflies, “But just because you think you’re lame doesn’t mean i don’t want to know more about you.”

“What is is you’d like to know?”

“I don’t know,” He thought genuinely about what it was he’d want to know about you before he settled on some very basic questions he figured he should probably get out of the way, “Do you only speak Chinese and Cantonese then? Or are you secretly a dog whisperer too?”

“Considering I somehow managed to get myself two mates in the span of like a month, I probably am a dog whisperer!” You laughed while Hendery rolled eyes at your sad joke, “I speak Mandarin, Cantonese, Russian, Thai, and my native language and it’s sign language.”

“Sign language? Why sign language?” He asked curiously.

You shrugged, “You gotta be able to talk to your fellow soldiers without talking much when you’re trying to be all sneaky sneakying.”

“Sneaky sneakying? What are you actually a baby? Or are you just plain dumb?” He laughed at you lovingly, finally coming out from behind you and sitting in front of you, pulling one of your hands into his in the process on instinct.

He wasn’t even sure you liked PDA. And usually he wouldn’t have been one for it. But something about your cute presence made him just want to hold you in his arms forever. But since he wasn’t just that familiar with you yet, his mind seemed to settle for holding your hand.

“No,” You blushed at the suddenly contact, “I’d say between the two of us you’d be the dumb one here.”

“Why do you say that? You don’t know me. For all you know i could be Albert Einstein princess.” He attempted to hold a less than enthusiastic face, though his thin lined mouth quickly turned up into a cheeky grin.

At that point, it felt like you face was on fire from the nickname usage. You wouldn’t have ever pegged him as someone who would’ve used them. Now here he was throwing them out into the open freely, shocking you.

Little did you know, your original hypothesis was correct. Or at least, it normally would’ve been. But something about being around you made him want to be… romantic and cheesy.

He wasn’t too sure why the urge was so strong so early on. But he wasn’t gonna complain if you weren’t. And you definitely had no plans of doing such a thing.

“Truuuue,” You agreed “But to counter, I’m pretty sure a smart person wouldn’t imprint on their packmate’s new mate.” You countered.

“Yeah in hindsight i walked into that one.” He looked down at your hands as he tried to stifle a laugh.

You snorted, “Literally!” You nearly shouted, thinking about how he walked into the living room for the first time after getting back home and getting attacked after Yangyang realized he imprinted on you.

After that, you both sat there in a comfortable silence as the older boy began to play with the fingers of your good hand. Neither of you were completely positive of what you future would hold. You weren’t sure how Yangyang would react or if the rest of the pack would even respect your decision.

But you knew at least for the time being, you wanted to savor the moment you found yourself in with your new mate for at long as you could. Because for all you knew, it could’ve been the last one you’d ever get with him.

(Updated 8/13/22)

[xiaojusaur]

7 Minutes in Heaven

Pairing: Friends to Lovers! Hendery x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Comedy

Warnings: car sex, fingering, squirting, dirty talking, multiple orgasms, mentions of masturbation, mentions of alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 6K

Description: Hendery was the new guy in class who didn’t know how to talk English well, that’s how you first start talking and then became good friends. You had a crush on him, but he didn’t know. Everything changed at a frat party; you shouldn’t have played 7 minutes in heaven with your friend.

You were accustomed to arrive early to the classroom because there was a certain desk you liked, plus you didn’t like being either too close or too far to the professor. Sometimes you really didn’t feel like paying attention, and today was one of those days.

On the way, you met with your best friend, but you couldn’t enroll in the same classes this semester, so she had to leave quickly.

When you got to the classroom, there was a new face and he was sitting on your favorite place. The shock froze you in place, he hadn’t noticed you were there as he was writing something down on his notebook and his dark mane was covering his face.

You decided to be nice and just sit on the desk on his left. When he was aware of your presence, he turned his head to you, your eyes meeting when you raised your glance. You smiled and he smiled back. He was cute. You both kept quiet until the rest of the classmates and the professor arrived.

“Class! We have a new student with us! Hendery, please say hello!” Your professor introduced the new guy to your right. He waved shyly. “Please be patient with him, he doesn’t know much English. He came all the way from Macau. If you guys see him struggling, please give him a hand,” your professor continued.

So that’s why he was so silent! He seemed so nice and you having a lot of empathy, could feel he was feeling anxious. It must’ve been hard not being able to communicate well.

The class continued and you were distracted with the fact that maybe Hendery couldn’t understand well what was being discussed. He looked so focused, you didn’t dare to interrupt him because maybe he was trying to do his best. So you waited for the class to be over and when he was about to leave, you stopped him.

“Hey, wait a minute!” You whisper-shouted.

He turned around and his face seemed to light up.

“Are you okay? Did you understand the class?” You asked him.

“Yeah, I tried my best,” he shrugged and then giggled.

You giggled with him and then said, “If you ever need help to understand something, just ask me, okay?”

“Alright! Thank you!” He seemed genuinely happy that you were willing to help him.

“Do you know anyone around?” you didn’t want him to be alone.

“Yeah, I have a friend. I will meet him now to get lunch,” he explained.

“That’s good!” You nodded.

“Do you want to join us?” He asked you.

“That’s alright! I’ll meet with my best friend too,” you answered.

“Oh okay, see you later then,” he was about to leave when he remembered he didn’t know your name. “Oh! Wait! What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you smiled to him one last time before he nodded and left.

The months went on like that. Hendery occasionally came for help, he liked teaming up with your for group projects, and he even invited you to lunch a few times. You liked spending time together and slowly, he merged into your group of friends, bringing his group of friends also.

His English got better and better, he was almost and expert, even though he had a cute accent.

You found yourself having a huge crush on him, but you swore you would never tell him. For you, he was way out of your league, you weren’t his type, and you didn’t even know about his language, though he had tried several times to teach you some words and expressions.

“Hey!” He arrived to your apartment without notice to find you curled up in your sofa watching a movie.

“Hi! What’s up?” You said while checking your phone to see if he had texted you, finding an empty screen.

“So, tonight’s there’s this frat party from the frat house Yangyang is in, do you maybe wanna go?” He then smiled widely, trying to convince you.

“I don’t know... I’m not in the mood for partying today,” you replied while cuddling the cushion.

“Come onnn!” He flopped by your side on the couch, “Lyndsey is gonna be there! She’s gonna stalk me the whole night!” He groaned.

“Well, that’s your own fault! You dicked her down and she got addicted,” you shrugged, laughing at him later.

“Hey! I was in need!” He explained unnecessarily.

“You guys can’t last a week without pussy, that’s sad, you know,” you were mocking him.

“It’s in our nature, what can we do? Plus, how long has it been since you got laid?” He was smirking, trying to make fun of you.

“Shut up,” you pushed him playfully.

“So come on!!!! Let’s go to the frat party!” He started shaking you by the arm.

“Alright! Alright! Ugh! You’re so annoying!” You jumped to your feet and went to your room to change, your quick choice being a pair of jeans, a turtleneck shirt, a bomber college jacket, and some sneakers. You texted your best friend.

Hey! Are you going to that frat party?

Idk... are you?

Dery is making me go. Something about Lyndsey and stuff

Sucks. I can accompany you

Please! It’s possible he finds someone else and leaves me alone there surrounded by strangers

Fine, I’ll throw something on and see you there.

You got out of your room and Hendery was there, laying back on the couch while watching the TV. He looked so cute. You couldn’t believe you had a crush on him and he hadn’t noticed.

“We’re ready to go,” you announced and he looked at you from head to toe and back up. He catcalled you as a joke, “Look at my bestie gooo! She’s gonna seduce some men!”

You rolled your eyes and said, “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“Fine, let’s go!”

At the party, you met with your best friend while Hendery went with his friends. Everyone was wilding, playing beer pong, dancing, drinking, making out on the corners.

You stayed by your friend’s side, dancing and drinking. Hendery found you in the crowd and started dancing with you too, after all, you were that comfortable with each other. He grabbed your hips and was grinding on you while you followed his hips. When the song finished he said he was gonna get more alcohol while you ran to your best friend again.

“Are you not gonna tell him ever?” She asked you, talking about your huge crush in Hendery.

“I don’t think I will. I mean, we’re okay as we are,” you shrugged. You didn’t want to lose his friendship and you thought that if you told him, everything would turn awkward, so you just decided to keep it to yourself.

As the night went by, people started to get sleepy, some passing out on the couches, others disappeared who knows where. Only a few were still alive and among them were Hendery, your friend, the infamous Lyndsey, and you. Someone had the bright idea of playing 7 minutes in heaven just for the sake of relieving high school memories, so you all sat on the floor in circle. Some random guy looked for an empty bottle that would choose the lucky couples. You were sitting across Hendery, who looked spaced out, probably drunk already and being stalked by Lyndsey. The poor girl’s eyes were shining with high hopes of getting a chance to be alone with Dery again. You were mocking him and he was acting annoyed.

As the game progressed, many random couples got to be locked in the darkness of the closet. Your friend matched with the very hot Jaehyun guy from English class but she didn’t spill anything. While you were teasing her, you heard Hendery’s name along with some noise by his friends. You were about to start mocking him too when you noticed the bottle was pointing at you.

You swear your surroundings froze in time. Your friend’s eyes widened because she knew how you felt. Hendery tho, was excited because after all, it was you and he wouldn’t feel so awkward.

“Aren’t you going?” Said the guy who had the control of spinning the bottle, Lyndsey looked at you and then to Hendery, expecting you to not go. Hendery actually helped you to stand up and basically dragged you into the closet with him. Before locking the door, the guy with the timer said, “Whatever you do, you have 7 minutes. Nothing more,” and with that, he left you two alone in the darkness of the closet.

You were holding into Hendery’s arms, maybe to know he was there, maybe as a support, or perhaps because you wanted to feel him close.

“Well, at least I’m saved from Lyndsey,” he laughed nervously.

“Yup, once again, I am your savior,” you remarked.

Being alone with Hendery wasn’t awkward usually, but there was some weird tension going on in the tiny space of the closet.

“What should we do?” He asked in a whisper, the air emitting from his lips blowing you right on the face because he was too close.

“I don’t know... talk? We’re friends, this isn’t weird,” you tried to convince yourself.

“I mean... yeah...”

“These had been the longest seven minutes of my life,” you stated.

“Let’s kiss, maybe that would make it less awkward and the time will go faster,” Hendery suggested and you swear the butterflies in your stomach made a tornado.

“You think kissing between friends is less awkward?” You asked confused.

“Well yeah, I mean, we’re friends. It shouldn’t be weird, it’s only a kiss,” he said, ignorant of your feelings for him.

“Okay then,” you agreed, “but let’s not allow this to make us awkward after, alright?”

“Promise,” he gave you his pinky to hook with yours.

In less than a second, his lips crashed on yours. You thought it was just gonna be a peck, but then he started moving his lips, and automatically, yours responded. His tongue darted between your lips, looking for yours to tangle with. Your arms snaked around his neck, while his wrapped around your waist, bringing you even more closer. Having him like this sparked the feeling inside you more: you were in love with this guy without remedy.

When you two were getting comfortable with it, you heard the alarm outside, indicating time was up. You detangled from each other, fixing your hair and your clothes to make it seem that nothing had happened. Everyone knew you two were best friends and to give the tiniest hint that you had done anything in there would be enough for your group of friends to start teasing you. When the door opened, you went on with your normal friendship and acted as if you haven’t kissed passionately a few minutes ago.

You were too overwhelmed, so you decided to leave with your friend. Hendery stayed. He was probably gonna crash in with the boys.

On the way back, your friend was telling you about her experience with Jaehyun, and then she remembered your time with Hendery.

“Did anything happen in there? You two looked pretty normal to me,” she inquired.

“Well... we kissed,” you shrugged.

“I knew it -wait what?!” She was shocked! “You kissed? As in a peck or-?”

“As in full tongue,” you nodded.

“Oh my God...... how do you feel?” She was concerned now.

“Like I’m in love... I feel like as soon as his lips touched mine, I was done, I completely fell in love with him,” you confessed.

“Oh no.... what you gonna do now?” She asked.

“Try to not be awkward and act as if it was nothing. Friends can kiss right?” You fake-smiled.

“No they cannot! Friends with benefits do... but I don’t think you’re there yet,” she scratched her neck.

“I’m fucked aren’t I?”

“Very...”

You tried avoiding Hendery until you felt better and collected your thoughts, but that was kinda impossible since he was everywhere and he looked for you everyday. So you did your best to not looked like you were having a turmoil of feelings every time you saw his stupid, beautiful face.

There you were, having lunch all together. He was talking about how he wanted to talk to a cute girl who was a few tables away. Your friend placed her hand on top of yours in silent support.

Honestly, you didn’t know what was up with you. He usually talked to you about his affairs with other females and you weren’t this affected, but today you were bothered by it. While his friends celebrated that he was going to get her number, you stood up and left with the excuse of having to study because of a test. Your friend followed you.

“I think you need to talk to him,” she suggested.

“I don’t know. I feel is going to be useless,” you grunted.

“Y/N, it has gotten to a point where you’re always fuming. He will start noticing your behavior soon if you keep this up, so my advice is that you two sit down and talk this out,” she stepped in front of you.

“There’s nothing to talk about! He doesn’t feel the same way I do. I’m the one trying to ruin our friendship,” you said as you threw your hands in the air in frustration.

“First of all, you don’t know that. Second of all, if you keep bottling it, you’re gonna explode and it’s going to be worse. And that’s not ruining a friendship, it’s only natural you like him. You spend time together, he knows you well, he brings you snacks...” Your friend was trying to talk reason back to you.

You whined, “But how am I supposed to tell him? I can’t just sit him down and tell him, ‘Listen, I have this huge crush on you, please love me back’, he’s a guy, he won’t understand.”

“Well, if he feels the same way he WILL understand,” she said matter-of-factly.

“That isn’t helping! Ughhh! I need to plan something... something that looks casual but it’s the right moment, you know what I mean?”

“How about... how about you invite him to watch a movie? That’s something you guys do often, right?” She suggested and you nodded. “You watch a movie, you have your snacks, you cuddle as you always do, and then you tell him. What do you think?” She wiggled her eyebrows and you laughed.

You gasped, “How do you know we cuddle? Are you spying on me?!”

“Come on, let’s be realistic. You two look like cuddly people,” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah true... your plan sounds good. Imma try it. You’re the best! I don’t know how my life would be without you,” you embraced your friend in gratitude.

At night, you texted Hendery to start with your plan:

Hey, dumbhead

Sup, headache

Do you have plans on Friday night?

Not yet, 为什么？(weishenme - Why)

Why are you texting me in Chinese?! You know I don’t understand! I mean, I’m deducing that means why.

🤪🤪🤪

Anyways! What do you think if we watch that new movie on Netflix?

Sure, I’ll bring snacks

Kay

好！

Now that you had everything planned, you started thinking about what to say and how to say it. You couldn’t just shoot it.

A few hours later, when you were about to go to sleep, you received another text from Hendery. It said it had an image attached. It was strange but you decided to open it. And then regretted it.

Hendery had sent you a spicy picture. It wasn’t a nude but it was pretty suggestive. He was holding his member over his pants, as if to show how big he is without actually showing. Almost a dick pic.

You panicked, you were sure that wasn’t for you. A sudden jealousy took over you because, why was he sending these pics to someone else? But also, your friend-self told you to keep calm and let him know.

Wrong number! Dumbass! Look at the number before sending these kind of things!

He didn’t answer for a while, but then he appeared

I’m sorry!!! Oh God! I’m so embarrassed!

It’s all good. At least you’re not showing anything. My eyes aren’t bleeding yet!

I’m really sorry!

It’s okay! We’re friends...

And you left him with that.

Friday arrived and you were nervous already, waiting for Hendery in your apartment. Around 8PM he knocked on your door and you yelled “Come in!” Too lazy to get up from the couch. He looked comfy but so sexy at the same time.

Hendery brought a lot of snacks and placed them on the low table.

“I brought your favorites and mines, to fix your day!” He said excitedly.

You smiled and replied, “Thanks! I really appreciate it.”

“Let’s get to it!” He yelled and you shushed him laughing, he was so noisy and your neighbors would complain.

You were cuddled up with each other while watching the movie. You were leaning on his chest while he played with your hair with one hand and ate popcorn with the other. You felt his eyes on you, so you looked up and your eyes met. He smiled to you and you smiled back. You didn’t know if it was your imagination but you felt he was getting closer to your mouth. In your panic you didn’t move and opted to let it happen, maybe this was a sign that he liked you back. But then, his lips never touched yours and only centimeters away he said, “Haha, gotcha,” with a groggy voice.

You got angry and couldn’t conceal it anymore. So you got off the couch as quickly as possible.

“What’s wrong?” He asked confused.

The ticking bomb inside you snapped.

“What’s wrong?! You dare to ask me what’s wrong?! Hendery! You just pretended you were going to kiss me and then told me it was a joke!”

“Hey! Calm down! I thought it would be funny! Since you know, we kissed in the game as a joke” His eyes widening in concern.

“So the kiss was a joke to you?” You said crossing your arms tightly.

“I thought it was just a game, it didn’t mean anything,” he explained.

“It did to me!” You blurted, your mouth talking before you could think straight.

He froze and gulped, “What?”

“Nothing,” you turned around and walked to the kitchen.

“Y/N!” He walked behind you, “talk to me! You’re acting really strange lately. You’ve been avoiding me, you get angry about everything... what is wrong? What changed?”

You leaned on the counter, trying to find the correct words. “What changed is...” you gulped and then continued, “My feelings for you, Hendery. That changed.”

He was so puzzled. “I don’t understand...”

“Hendery, I’m in love with you,” you confessed, feeling a relief within you.

You looked at him, his eyes were alarmed, not quite the reaction you were expecting. “I- I- I don’t know what to say...” he stuttered.

“You don’t have to say anything, Hendery...” you muttered.

“I- I’ll be right back...” he walked slowly to the door and left without his things. He didn’t come back.

“Great Y/N, great! You just ruined your friendship,” you said to yourself, running your hands through your hair.

You cleaned your apartment and curled up in your bed, regretting everything you just did.

You two didn’t talk for a week straight, not daring to approach each other. Hendery went to Xiaojun for help because he felt he was losing you and he didn’t want that, but he felt bad for leaving you hanging that night. You were expecting an answer from him, but at that time, he didn’t think you were going to say what you said.

“This is simple, Hendery,” said Xiaojun while cooking something. “How do you feel about her?”

“I don’t know!!!” He whined, pulling his long strands of hair.

“I think you do know, you just don’t want to accept it,” Xiaojun chuckled. “You can be honest with me, you know.”

“Ughhh! Okay,” Hendery groaned. “I think I’m pretty accustomed to her as my best friend that I didn’t think I could actually like her. But now thinking about it well, I feel like my best self when I’m around her. I can be myself and she won’t judge me, she follows my weird behavior, she shares snacks with me...”

“Let me change the question a little bit,” Xiaojun interrupted, “the day of the party, how did you feel when you kissed?”

After thinking about it a little, Hendery answered, “I wanted to keep kissing her. I felt so comfortable in her arms. She’s a great kisser btw,” he drifted away.

“Focus!” Xiaojun yelled.

“Okay, okay! I don’t know, I feel like I would be able to tell if I see her again... but I don’t know how to go back to her,” he sighed.

“How about you do a non-date date, something simple like going for a late night drive,” Xiaojun suggested.

“You’re a genius!” Hendery exclaimed.

“I’m a romantic, which is different,” he pointed out.

It was 12AM on a Friday and you we’re already cuddled in your bed when there was a knock on your door. You threw a hoodie on, to not wear a bra just in case, and went to see who was it.

You felt like the air was punched out of you when you opened the door and saw Hendery’s figure. His hair was disheveled and he was wearing a cream-colored shirt, black joggers, and his glasses: the best look on him. “Hendery...” you said softly.

“Um... hi!” He smiled awkwardly, making him look so cute to you. “Listen, I know we haven’t talked this whole week and I didn’t have the best response to what you said and I’m sorry about that,” he was talking too fast.

“Hey... it’s okay,” you patted him on the arm. “You want to come in?”

“Actually, I came here for you. Do you want to go for a late night drive?” He was swinging, looking pretty nervous.

You sighed, “Do I have to change?”

“Not really, I mean, look at me,” he extended his arms and turned around. You giggled.

“Fine, let me get my shoes,” you ran to your room and put on the first sneakers you found and you both got in his car.

He was just driving around town, both of you being the old friends you were, singing loudly to the songs on the radio, laughing out loud, and watching the neon lights of the places that were open. He got down on a station to buy snacks for both and then kept going.

You ended up on a lonely hill with a view to the city lights. Sitting on the front of his car, you listened to Hendery talked about his life in Macau and what he missed. Then you were playing, trying to guess where were the places among the tiny lights at sight. Like magnets, you cuddled against each other without noticing; the night was getting cold after all. In the chit-chat, the clock marked 3AM. You got in the car again but Hendery didn’t started the car, instead he talked.

“Y/N... I’ve been thinking about what you told me.” There was a long silence between you two, so he continued, “I like the version of me when I’m with you. It’s so easy to not think about what to do or what to say, I can just speak my mind. I really appreciate you.”

“Same here, Dery,” you placed your hand on top of his, which was on his thigh.

“Im sorry for making you feel bad. I really didn’t think straight, I was in utter shock,” he apologized.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have said that the way I did,” you accepted.

“So no hard feelings?” He asked, looking at you now.

“No hard feelings,” you smiled.

But then the air changed between you two. A force was drawing you together and neither of you stopped it. Your lips touched, sparking the flame inside you again. And like that, Hendery knew he loved you too, because the butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t stop dancing. His hand traveled to the back of your head, holding you softly. He pulled back first, mumbling, “I’m sorry, is this okay?”

“Only if it’s okay with you,” you whispered.

“I love you,” he muttered before kissing you again, this time deepening the kiss. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer. It turned to a passionate make out session and you were gasping for air. You smiled because you were kissing your best friend and Hendery smiled because you looked so cute.

“Should we take this to the backseat?” He suggested with a groggy voice.

“Here? Right now? Really?” You joked.

“I’m sorry! I’m desperate for you,” he shrugged. He jumped first, to lean the seat back for more space. Conveniently he had some sheets there. Then he beckoned you with his hands, inviting you to jump with him. You did as told but your foot got stuck on the front seat so you landed flat over him. You both started laughing at your disgrace but then started kissing wildly again.

He rolled over so you were under him. He fitted perfectly between your legs, as if you were made for him. Quickly, clothes started to be bothersome and he took off your hoodie. Then, Hendery’s hands ran underneath your shirt, reaching your breasts. He squeezed them and then started playing with your hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Soon enough, he asked you, “Can I take this off?” Pulling your shirt. You simply responded, “Please.” He also took off his, revealing his beautiful body and threw both of your shirts to the front seat. One of his hands ran down your body, feeling all of you while he enjoyed your lips. You sighed in satisfaction, feeling yourself getting wetter with every touch and each kiss.

Hendery knew when to start touching you and he asked for your consent, “Can I touch you?”

“Please Dery, I’m so wet already,” you said in a needy whisper.

He groaned in response, his fingers not loosing time in snaking inside your shorts. First he touched you over your underwear and then he slipped inside your panties, finding your clit easily. “Oh my god,” you said in a breathy murmur.

“Fuck... you’re so wet,” he hissed. He took out his hand to pull down your pants and underwear, all in one go, helping you shimmy out of them. After all, none of this was being awkward between you, you felt comfortable with each other. Once he had you all at his mercy, he kissed your neck, his mouth going down and down while his hand went to your south. His lips enclosed your nipple at the same time his fingers got between your folds. God! He was so skilled! Your hand played with his hair while his did unholy thing to you.

He sticked his middle finger in you, going in and out, then he added his ring finger and started moving them fast and deep inside, making you whine. “Fuuuuck! Dery! Feels so good!”

He let go of your nipple with a pop, “You like my fingers, baby? Yeah?” His voice was lower than usual and breathier, it had your head spinning.

“Ooh! Yeah, I love them,” you cried and kissed him. You could hear the squelching sound coming from between your legs. You couldn’t believe Hendery was the one making a mess of you.

You felt your orgasm bubbling inside you, “Hendery I’m gonna cum,” you said in a high-pitched whimper.

“You wanna cum on my fingers? Do you like them that much?” He panted.

“Mmmm! Yes!” You moaned.

“Come on, baby, let go,” he commanded you and started thrusting his fingers faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said in a shattered chant and then you felt the delicious tingles all over your body, your eyes rolled back, and your back arched. Something unusual happened this time: strands of water gushed out of you and your legs started to shake. You cried loudly loosing all control of your body. Hendery was amazed of what he just did, “Shit! So hot!”

You, on the other hand, were embarrassed. “Oh god... I’m so sorry...” you hid on the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, that was so hot! I’ve never achieved that. Did you know you could do that?” He caressed your hair in assurance.

“No... it’s the first time that happens...” you whined in embarrassment.

“Baby, it’s okay,” he chuckled, “wanna know something? I’m harder now.”

“Deryyy!” You gasped.

“Can you take it?” He hummed.

“I can take all of you,” you smirked.

“So naughty, I like it,” he pecked your lips and proceeded to kneel in front of you, all bended to avoid smashing his head with the hood. He slipped his pants off easily, along with his briefs, his hardened cock springing free. Your mouth watered at the sight, the tip so pink, shinning with wetness, all ready to take you.

You opened your legs, inviting him, you couldn’t wait for him to be inside you.

He hissed when seeing your still wet core, “Fuck, I could’ve beat that long time ago,” to which you laughed. “Well, you decided to keep boundaries.”

“You’re my best friend, wasn’t it going to be weird?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe?” You shrugged.

“I’m a man, you know. I’m weak. Do you think I didn’t wish to rearrange your insides some of those nights where we cuddled in your couch? It took the best of me to calm this little guy,” he grabbed his length. You burst out laughing.

“Are we really having this conversation when you’re about to wreck me?” You rolled your eyes.

“You started it!” He complaint.

“Oh, shut up and fuck me,” you taunted.

“Condom or no condom?” He asked.

“Wrap your weiner, I don’t know where you have sticked that thing in,” you commanded him.

“I’m clean! I always protect myself, who do you take me for?! I offered myself since I trust you as my best friend, but okay. And don’t call him a thing! He has a name!” he sounded so offended.

“Oh my god! Don’t take it personal! Maybe in the future I’ll let you fuck me raw,” you winked, “but for now, let’s do it this way.”

“Alright,” he said as he looked for his wallet in the pocket of the pants he just discarded. Finding the tiny foil square was fast and he was even faster rolling it down his shaft.

“Come here,” he pulled you closer by your legs, making you laugh. This whole adventure had been a fun ride for both of you.

He kissed you passionately again, one of his hands ran to your leg, bending it a little to have better access to your entrance. He then hold his length, rubbing the tip up and down your pussy, teasing you, making you bite your lip. You were shaking in anticipation.

He pushed himself in slowly, both of you moaning. “Mmm, 操! (cào - Fuck), you’re so tight for me, baby,” his said in a shaky whisper.

He went as deep as he could, making you feel so full. “Hendery,” you breathed, “I feel so full.”

“Yes baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he assured you in hoarse groan.

He kept thrusting you slowly, passionately, enjoying every inch of you. The car was full of shaky breaths, low moans, occasional grunts, and the sound of kisses. Never in your life you thought you would share such an intimate moment with Hendery, but you were loving every second of it.

“Can I go faster?” He asked softly.

“Yes please,” you pleaded.

Hendery caged you in his arms and started snapping his hips faster. His lips whispered filthy praises in your ear, adding up to your want for him, “So good, your cunt feels so warm baby, wanna fill you up with my cum. Do you want that? Yeah? Mmmm... Making love to you feels so nice. I love you, I love you, I love you. This is the only pussy I wanna fuck for the rest of my life.”

Your hands hugged him back, running all his back, tangling in his hair, he had you crazy for him with every word. If you weren’t out of breath, you replied to his words with moans and mewls. “Mmmf! Hendery! Fuck! I love you so fucking much! Please keep fucking me, it feels so good!”

A few minutes later he panted, “I’m gonna cum.” He tried to go faster and he drove his hand south, finding your bundle of nerves skillfully. He was drawing circles while pummeling into you fast, making your second orgasm arrive with force, tightening around him. A sharp scream left your throat and you hugged him tightly. Hendery came with a guttural growl, “Ughhh! So good!” You could feel him pumping in you while he filled the condom.

When you both could breathe again, he embraced you and peppered you with kisses, making you giggle. “How are you feeling, my love?” He smiled.

“I like the sound of that coming from your lips,” you cuddled with him. He sighed, satisfied with the thought that you were his and he was yours.

“Then I will call you that all day just to see you happy,” he kissed you on the forehead.

“You’re my happiness,” you purred.

“I love you, I really do,” he confessed.

“I love you too, Dery,” you raised your head to kiss his lips.

“Do I need to pop the question or are we clear?” He joked.

“Imma torture you and make it pop it,” you chuckled beaten.

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He asked confidently.

“I’d love to,” you replied.

After a moment of silence, Hendery suggested, “Up for round two?”

“Oh my god, you’ll be the death of me if your sex drive is this high,” you sighed.

“My sex drive with you will always be high. Imagine having to hide your boner for so many years and then finally getting the pussy of your dreams?” He was such a character.

“Stop!! That is not true” you shoved him with your elbow.

“Not true?! Do you wanna know how many times I masturbated after arriving home from our movie nights?!” He could be brutally honest sometimes.

“You masturbate?” You wanted to see him snap.

“Listen, Y/N, if I didn’t, my dick would’ve fallen off by now because holy fuck! I wanted to rail you so bad!”

You just exploded in laughs. He really was the man you loved.

“How many rounds can you make?” You asked him.

“I have a whole box of condoms to use with you. You decide,” he shrugged.

“So that’s 3?” You jeered.

“Very funny,” he said sarcastically.

The car kept rocking, the windows were fogged and Hendery almost could last till dawn making love to you. The rest of the night became an orgasm feast for you two.

You fell asleep, beaten thanks to the activities. When you woke up, the sky was painted in pastel colors, announcing dawn. You were wrapped under the sheets, naked with Hendery, on the back of his car.

You looked at him, he looked so cute sleeping soundlessly, you didn’t want to wake him up, but the sun was about to rise and you were away from the city.

“Baby,” you whispered softly.

“Hmm?” He hummed, as if asking what was wrong.

“Baby, I’m cold and the sun is rising,” you explained.

“Mmm... really?” His sleepy voice was making your head spin.

“Yes my love, we should go home. We can continue sleeping at my apartment if you want,” you suggested.

He yawned, “but then I’ll have to make love to you again because I want to be like this with you.”

You giggled, he was so cute talking while sleepy. You kissed his cheek. “We can just get naked and sleep.”

“It’s not the same,” he groaned. Hendery sat and stretched, then, he passed you your clothes.

You guys bought breakfast on the way home, you ate it and then went back to sleep. You spent the majority of the day in bed watching series, glad that you belonged to each other now.

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there was a conversation that you had with ten during one of the first times we met. a private one that I caught just in the middle, centered around dating or maybe an old partner or two but primarily about love. you laughed when you told him that you've never seriously been called beautiful. i didn't find it funny, though I suppose i interrupted your thought. so perhaps there was an upcoming punch line that I never got to hear.

punch line or not, you took it so lightly. as if it didn't matter and brushed off ten's plethora of compliments with a wave of your hand. he wasn't undeterred but nor was he wholly serious. if i were to do the same, to tell you what i truly thought of you, would you reject me? if all my words were made seriously?

do you remember the time that we were driving back from dongguan in that shitty SUV ten rented? the one that only cost him a quarter of what it should and the same one that we were convinced was going to implode halfway through the drive. i was driving and you were in the passenger seat. hair splayed out on the headrest and head rolled back to look out the window that you refused to close (even after yangyang spat bugs out of his mouth, you just laughed). you had this look on your face that i could never recreate even if i tried. in this moment, like all others, i found you beautiful.

you made an offhand comment about how you'd like to be loved in the same way you love the summer. you used that word again. seriously. i almost confessed to you then and there. beginning of the phrase choked out by whatever yangyang had bursted out in song to on the radio (you could tell me it was adagio and i would believe you, more focused on you than anything he was doing in the backseat). you looked at me, and for a second, i thought you had heard me (or maybe i hoped you did). but then you tilted your head back and laughed along with ten. i almost confessed again.

i'm not exactly sure what you consider to be serious. though i've thought about it a lot. after all, how could no one have been serious about you? i'm afraid that i have a lot of competition (especially that guy from your apartment building that follows you around like a lost puppy, god, i hate him). they might be serious about you but so am i. to the point where i fear that i may never be serious about anyone ever again.

so if i were to confess. to tell you that you're beautiful. and that i love you like you love summer. seriously in every sense of the term. would you tell me that there was a punchline to that initial conversation i interrupted?

(i love you like you love summer. you're beautiful.)

about guanheng's love letters.

like him, hendery's handwriting is fast paced. bouncing from one line to the next with various errors and the scribbled lines of his script. despite following the pattern of his thoughts (jumping from one conclusion to the next), the letters find themselves to be unexpectedly romantic. though you suppose that such unadulterated honesty, raw and unedited, is the most endearing kind of love at the end all be all.

he writes on plain paper, no lines or margins. his words fill the page, slopping downward at an angle that only worsens with each new sentence. his writing his skewed, drawing your eyes in curved patterns down the length of the page. he includes drawings at whatever is left of the space, cutesy, shaky-handed caricatures of any and everything. next to his signature is the faint imprint of whatever lip tint or chapstick he had on, faded to the page (a thousand and one kisses dotted on every i).

hendery gave this letter to you head on, going on and on about being serious. you weren't sure what to expect, too flustered by the sudden pull back from the rest of your friend group to notice the flash of red smothering his cheeks. and when you did read it, understanding the full extent of what he had just thrust upon your hands-- you assured him that there was no punchline.

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[3:52pm] All For Love - h.hd (gender neutral reader x Hendery established relationship!au, fluff, Hendery just got his wisdom teeth out) 0.3k

The afternoon sun streamed through the cracks in the blinds of Hendery’s room as he laid stretched out on his bed with Bella snoozing next to him in a similar position. Hendery himself was barely awake though whatever consciousness he had was probably distorted from the anesthesia after getting his wisdom teeth removed.

As you cracked his door open a little further to quietly enter his rooms, his eyes drowsily fluttered over to you, a smile spreading across his face ever so slowly. He didn’t speak, more like he couldn’t because of the cotton in his mouth, but regardless his arms reached out for you, beckoning you to join him and Bella.

You sat down next to him on his bed, brushing his hair out of his face and placing a light kiss on his forehead. Hendery let out what you thought to be a giggle while his eyes closed in bliss. “You hungry, babe?” You asked, trying to get a gauge of how sedated he was.

“Just a little,” he responded, his words barely decipherable. “Want soup.” He moved over to place his head on your thigh.

“What kind of soup?” You spoke almost as if you were a kindergarten teacher.

Hendery let out a hum, “mmm, I don’t know...maybe...Yan Du Xian? Huo Guo?...that animal...the one that looks like a chicken...you know?”

“Duck?” You proposed

He smiled once more and nodded, “that one.”

You ran a hand through his hair, combing through his soft locks. “How long did the doctor say you had to wait until you can eat?”

“Don’t remember.”

You let out a sigh as you pulled out your phone to search for an answer. “The internet says to wait at least twelve hours and to eat cold, liquid foods.”

Hendery’s face scrunched up in thought. “Cold, liquid food?”

“Juice, apple sauce, ice cream, yogurt-”

“Ew”

“Babe, you’re gonna feel the pain later,” you tried persuading.

“Soup,” he insisted while putting his arms around your waist and pulling you to lie down with him.

You got comfortable next to him, trying your best not to disturb Bella who was now sandwiched between both of you. “Sleep a little more and we’ll order you food later.”