#sicheng fanfic

[viasdreams]

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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😏

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

[winwintea]

eternally yours

PAIRING ↬ idol!winwin x idol!reader

TAGS ↬ fluff, romance, anniversary, marriage proposal, established relationship, idol au, winwin loves flowers, random sm trainee helps winwin sort his shit out, jaehyun deals magic potions because i said so, technically fantasy au for that, no explicit content but they get VERY intimate at the end, ww calls y/n 'good girl' once bc i'm me, my obsession with hands also seeps through...

SUMMARY ↬ roses are red, violets are blue, sicheng prepared 108 roses for your anniversary, what shall you do?

WORD COUNT ↬ 3.1k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ HAPPY WINWIN DAY. i have been working on this fic for a while only because i wanted it to be absolutely perfect. i don't think it's good enough yet, but i hold myself to a higher standard when writing fics for my favs. it's shorter than i wanted it to be too i'm sorry 😭😭 it's wayyy harder cause ww is my ult, but i hope i still do him the justice he deserves, his content is so scarce on here... also sherlisa is a sm trainee that i randomly included for fun lol. lowkey forgot about sm's new girl group until hybe brought it back up again. how is hybe more obsessed with sm groups than me?

SICHENG WAS OVERTHINKING THINGS.

He’d been working non-stop, but he couldn’t deny his mind had drifted—right to his anniversary with you. He’d overheard you talking with one of your friends about how excited you were, how much you were looking forward to it. He wanted to make it perfect, something that would make you happy. Dinner reservations were easy, but they didn’t feel like enough. Should he get a gift? Plan a whole day out? Come up with something else that might be truly memorable?

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice when his bandmate, Kun walked in and took a seat across from him, observing him with a hint of amusement.

“Sicheng?”

Blinking, he looked up, a bit surprised to see Kun there. “Huh? Sorry, what did you say?”

Kun just laughed, shaking his head. “Not much. Just that it’s rare to see you this distracted unless you’re really deep in thought.”

“Yeah, maybe…” Sicheng rubbed the back of his neck, trying to brush it off. He didn’t want Kun reading too much into it.

“Lately, it’s like you’re in another world. Everything all right?”

“Yeah, of course…” Sicheng answered a little too quickly, trying to sound casual.

Kun just smirked at him. “You sure? I mean, there’s no comeback, no new schedules, and you’ve been back from China for a while. So the only thing I can think of is…Y/N.”

Sicheng let out a wry chuckle. Kun knew him too well. It was true; every free moment, his mind drifted back to you, to your anniversary, and to how he wanted to surprise you. He hadn’t expected one person could so easily take over his thoughts, filling him with the urge to make every moment with you special. “Alright, maybe you’re right,” he admitted, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “I just…want it to be perfect.”

“Why don’t you just ask her?” Kun pointed out. 

“I’ll try I guess.” Sicheng knew it was a bit silly, but he couldn’t deny how much he’d changed since meeting you. 

After wrapping up work, he headed home, the excitement building as he approached your room. Seeing you lying comfortably in bed, he slipped in quietly and sat beside you, gently brushing his fingers through your hair.

“Y/N…is there anything special you want to do for our anniversary?” He tried to keep his voice casual, hoping to hide just how much he’d been agonizing over it.

You looked up at him with a small smile. “Honestly? Just spending the weekend together sounds perfect. It’s been a while since we did that.” There was a slight hesitation in your voice, as if you didn’t want to ask for too much.

“You don’t have to hold back,” he said softly.

You shook your head, reassuring him, “I mean it, Sicheng. You’re always working so hard; I just want you to rest.”

Sicheng’s eyes softened. If there was ever a time for you to ask for anything, it was now, your anniversary of all days. Reaching out, he brushed the backs of his fingers along your cheek, your smile putting him more at ease. “Honestly? Seeing you smile is what makes me relax when I’m tired. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make that happen.”

He thought back to when your relationship had first become public, some fans were supportive, some fans were not. The two of you saw some of your worst days, the only people to depend on for support was each other. But through it all, you’d both stayed strong, and now here you were, closer than ever.

“Besides, I can rest anytime,” he murmured, as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

You chuckled and leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Well, I’m really happy that I can help you relax.”

Seeing the happiness on your face, he made up his mind—he’d plan something extraordinary for your anniversary, something that would bring that same beautiful smile to your face, even if you hadn’t asked for it.

—

The next morning, as Sicheng watered his plants, he found himself lingering by the peonies, their delicate petals reminding him of you. Maybe a bouquet would be a sweet anniversary gift? It wasn’t flashy, but it was heartfelt, and he couldn’t help but picture the smile it might bring to your face. As he absentmindedly watered the flowers, his thoughts drifted back to last night. You’d tried to be considerate, downplaying any big celebration just so he could rest. But he wanted you to feel comfortable expressing what you really wanted, even if he had a surprise up his sleeve.

That afternoon, after another agonizing day at that entertainment company, Sicheng made his way to a cozy flower shop owned by a friend’s family. The warm, fragrant air and the sight of bright blossoms felt like a haven from his hectic schedule. A new part-timer greeted him. He immediately recognized her as the new Thai-Chinese female trainee Ten had introduced to her a while back. Sherlisa. That was her name. With a smile, she asked what he was looking for.

“You want a bouquet of roses?” she asked, a curious smile forming from her lips. “That’s a little unexpected.”

Sicheng nodded, almost shyly. Meeting someone from work outside of work hours was awkward for him, especially it being a 19 year old trainee. He was glad dispatch had laid off his back for a while, since he hadn’t seen anyone following him around lately. “It’s for our anniversary. I just… I want Y/N to know what she means to me.”

Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “Oh, so you mean you’re ready to tell her you’re madly in love?”

Sicheng chuckled, glancing down at the counter. It was more than that, though. His thoughts returned to you, the way you’d changed his life without even trying. "My life already belongs to her," he murmured softly, more to himself than anyone else.

When he looked up, Sherlisa’s jaw had dropped a bit. “Damn boy, I knew you were whipped, but I didn’t think you were that whipped. If you’re serious about what you just said then that’s pretty much a proposal.”

“A Proposal?” He’d been so absorbed in the idea of making you happy that he hadn’t considered that. But now that it was out there, the thought settled in his heart with unexpected warmth as he started reflecting over his feelings.

“You want to live your life for her, right?,” Sherlisa added knowingly. “So maybe… make it a bouquet she’ll never forget?”

He could only smile, the decision suddenly clear. “Yeah… you’re right.” Picturing you in his mind, his heart swelled with certainty. Yeah, that’s basically what he wanted to tell her, yes. Ever since the two of you became a couple, his feelings for you have just grown stronger inside of his heart. 

“Sherlisa,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “I need to change the number of roses in that bouquet.”

—

That night, Sicheng found himself outside your room again, his heart beating a little faster than usual as he knocked. 

You smiled at him as you opened the door. “What’s up, Sicheng?”

He cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. “I wanted to invite you out on a date.”

Your eyes widened, a flush creeping up your cheeks. “A date?” You sounded a little surprised, and it was so endearing that he had to resist the urge to throw his arms around you right then and there.

“Yeah… how about this? We’ll meet in front of SME on our anniversary, and then head somewhere special.” He hadn’t worked out every detail yet, but he had some ideas—something that would make this a night to remember.

“That sounds amazing,” you replied, a bit of hesitation still in your voice. “But… are you sure you’re not too busy?”

He gave you a gentle pat on the head, watching as your smile softened. “Don’t worry. I’ve made sure there’s nothing that could keep me from you that day.”

“All right, then! I’m excited already,” you said, beaming up at him. But, truth be told, it was him who could hardly contain his anticipation.

Leaning in close, he brushed his lips near your ear, his voice dropping to a warm murmur. “And make sure you don’t have any other plans that night, either.”

“O-Of course,” you stammered, your cheeks turning even pinker. Despite how long you two had been together, his spontaneous displays of affection always seemed to catch you off guard.

He smiled, brushing his lips over your flushed cheek in a quick, sweet kiss. “Good night, Y/N,” he whispered, pulling back reluctantly. As he turned to leave, a rush of excitement filled him, and he couldn’t help feeling excited about your anniversary already.

—

The next night, Sicheng made his way to a quiet pub tucked away from the bustling city. It was the kind of place he only went to for close friends— and this one he hadn’t seen in a while. As he entered, he spotted Jaehyun already waiting at the bar, nursing a drink and giving him a casual nod.

“Thanks for meeting me,” Sicheng said, sliding onto the seat beside him.

Jaehyun chuckled. “Anytime. Besides, I needed a night out myself.” He reached into his bag and handed Sicheng a small, glass vial filled with a clear, shimmering liquid. “Here’s the…potion, chemical—whatever you want to call it. If you put it on the flowers, they’ll stay fresh and won’t wilt forever.”

Sicheng took the vial, a wave of relief washing over him. “Thanks, Jae. Really.”

Jaehyun glanced at him curiously, eyebrows raised. “I’ve gotta ask…what’s with the magical flower potion request? You’re usually not the type to go all out on that kind of thing.”

Sicheng hesitated for a moment before taking a steadying breath. “I’m going to propose. To Y/N.”

Jaehyun’s eyes widened, nearly spilling his drink. “Propose? As in, marry?” He was definitely shocked, but within seconds, a smile spread across his face. “Sicheng, that’s amazing! I didn’t know you were thinking about it. Congratulations, man!”

Sicheng couldn’t help but smile back, the nerves mixing with excitement in his chest. “Thanks. I’ve thought it over so much lately. And this just…feels right.”

Jaehyun laughed, patting him on the back. “I always thought you’d be one of the last guys in our group to settle down, but it looks like love changes people.” He shook his head, looking impressed. “She must be really special.”

“She is,” Sicheng replied softly, picturing you in his mind. “She’s been with me through everything—the highs and the lows. She’s the one person I want by my side, no matter what.”

Jaehyun raised his glass with a warm smile. “Then here’s to you, man. And to Y/N. May she say yes and make you the happiest guy in the world.”

Sicheng lifted his own glass, clinking it with Jaehyun’s. “Here’s to hoping.”

As they drank, Sicheng felt a new sense of confidence settling over him. The night was filled with laughter, memories, and stories of the past. He had never imagined that his friends would be this supportive during one of the biggest moments of his life, and Jaehyun’s unwavering encouragement made him feel more ready than ever for the step he was about to take.

With renewed determination, he tucked the vial carefully into his pocket, knowing it would be the final touch to make his proposal perfect.

—

It was finally here—your anniversary. Sicheng’s heart raced the entire evening, each little detail of your date building up to this moment. Dinner had been perfect, and when you’d discovered that new cafe for dessert, your face lit up with excitement, making him feel like he’d already succeeded. But the real surprise was waiting back home.

“That dessert was amazing,” you said, still smiling as you unlocked the door.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he replied, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.

As you stepped inside and turned on the lights, you froze, eyes going wide at the sight of a massive bouquet of roses waiting for you on the table. “Oh my gosh!” you gasped, looking between the flowers and Sicheng with an expression of pure delight. “There are so many!”

Sicheng couldn’t help but smile; you were reacting exactly as he’d imagined, if not better. He stepped forward, picking up the bouquet, the roses almost spilling out of his arms. “Today’s the anniversary of the day we became a couple.”

“Yes…” You looked up at him, eyes softening as a sentimental smile crossed your face.

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding. He had been thinking about this moment for days now, planning and preparing. This was it. “Did you know that giving someone 108 roses means asking them, ‘Will you marry me?’”

Your smile faded as you froze, eyes widening even more as you processed what he’d just said.

“I love you so much it makes me crazy,” he continued, his voice filled with emotion. “Since the day I met you, everything I do has been about making you happy. Being with you… it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.” He held out the bouquet which was practically overflowing from his arms, his voice soft yet steady. “So, will you accept this and say yes?”

Tears sparkled in your eyes as you reached out, fingers slightly trembling. “Yes, of course!” You took the bouquet from him, clutching it close to your chest, your smile radiant with joy.

Your eyes shimmered with tears, and Sicheng felt his heart swell. This was exactly the reaction he’d hoped for—a sign that you felt the depth of his love.

You lifted the bouquet, inhaling the sweet fragrance. “They’re gorgeous, and they smell amazing… I wish I could keep them forever, so I’d always remember this day.”

He smiled, feeling the joy bubbling inside him. “You can.”

Your eyes widened, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled softly. “Those roses were treated with a special potion to keep them from wilting. They’ll stay just as beautiful… forever.”

“Wait, seriously?” You gasped, looking back at the bouquet with a mixture of wonder and disbelief. Almost like a kid in a toy store. “So they’ll stay like this, and I can keep them forever?”

“Yes.” Your cheeks slowly turned the same deep pink as the rose petals, and he took a step closer, cupping your face in his hands. “You sacrificed so much just to be with me,” he said, his voice tender. “I want to make all your dreams come true, no matter how small they are. Even if you wish for something as simple as a flower, I want to give it to you. I want to give you everything.”

You gazed up at him, emotions swirling in your tear-filled eyes. “Sicheng…”

“I want to spend the rest of my life making up for anything you’ve lost,” he whispered. “Because you’re the person I’ve been searching for all along. And I want to stay by your side forever, just so I can remind you every day how much I love you.”

He pulled you gently into his arms, holding you close. Your head rested against his chest, and he could feel the warmth of your embrace, the quiet joy that had always connected you two. 

Sicheng felt as if his heart might burst. He gently cupped your face, his eyes filled with a sincerity that spoke louder than words. "I love you more than anyone in the entire world,” he murmured. It was rare for him to voice his feelings so openly, but tonight, they poured out effortlessly, the depth of his love shining through in every word.

A warm smile spread across your face, and you whispered, “I love you too, Sicheng. So please… stay with me forever.”

“Of course I will,” he replied softly, his gaze steady. 

As you gazed into each other’s eyes, you felt the air grow thicker with a shared warmth. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned in, pressing his lips softly against yours. The kiss was gentle but full of promises, and when he pulled back, he took the bouquet from your arms, setting it carefully on the table.

Without a word, he swept you up into his arms, drawing a startled laugh from you. “Sicheng?” you whispered, cheeks flushed.

He grinned, feeling a sense of boldness he rarely indulged. “I want to see your smile from closer up.” Your scent drifted up to him, light and sweet like the roses you’d been holding, and he couldn’t help but lean in, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

Your cheeks turned pink, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “O-Okay…”

“Good girl,” he whispered, feeling your heart beating wildly against him as he carried you to the bed. As he gently lowered you down, you hesitated, fingers slowly releasing their hold on his neck. He brushed a soft kiss on your cheek, his fingertips trailing over your face and down to your lips.

He leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “I want to see you the happiest you’ve ever been.” His fingers caressed your cheek, moving to your slightly parted lips. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it for you.”

You gazed up at him, your breath warm on his cheek. “You’ll do anything?” you murmured, an unmistakable glint of joy in your eyes.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice filled with certainty. “Name it.”

Your eyes dipped down shyly, and after a brief moment, you said softly, “Okay… I want you to stroke my hair.”

A soft chuckle escaped him, and he nodded, his fingers gently combing through your hair. You closed your eyes, your expression melting into one of pure happiness. “Your hands… they’re so big and gentle,” you whispered, your voice almost dreamlike. “I love them.”

He smiled, his heart swelling. “I’m glad to hear that.” He continued to run his fingers through your hair, brushing a tender kiss on your forehead. “Anything else?”

You looked up at him, your gaze softened with affection. “I want you to kiss me…”

His lips curved into a warm smile, and he leaned down, his mouth finding yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you in this perfect, quiet moment, wrapped up in each other. He kissed you again, and again, savoring each touch, feeling his love deepen with every brush of his lips against yours. Your breath hitched, and he could feel the echo of his heartbeat mirrored in you.

He was yours, eternally yours. He’d spend his life by your side, sharing each joy, every little moment, every kiss, forever and always.

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[blue-jisungs]

sway

[ song inspo ! ] sway by michael bublé

[ summary ! ] sicheng as your ballroom dance instructor <3 spoiler: you are both crushing on each other~~

[ word count ! ] 1697

[ author's note ! ] this may or may not have been inspired by my crush that later turned out to be an asshole..... but uh sicheng in a shirt<3

stepping into your dance class, you gnawed at your lower lip nervously. the other people were already here, waving at you. 

“hi, how you’ve been?” one of them – yeri – asked, tilting her head. you knew her the best out of the group but you wouldn’t call her a friend yet. 

“good! and you?” you asked, walking up to her. yeri tucked a strand that fell out of her ponytail and just smiled. 

“me too. i’m excited for today’s class, and you?” she tilted her head and pointed at the instructor “he dressed up, didn’t he?”

shyly looking over, you nodded. it was no secret sicheng, your dance instructor, was attractive. last class, when you just had a choreography to learn, he had black sweatpants on and a t-shirt with something on it. 

today, however… since you were about to learn tango, he had an elegant outfit on. his black shoes shone in the light of the training room, even his hair slicked back subtly. 

“you’re blushing” yeri nudged your elbow and you grunted, looking back at her. you missed the way sicheng smiled at you. 

“how is everyone today?” sicheng asked, his voice smooth as honey sending chills down your spine. 

you signed up for the dance class to finally learn something other than drunk dancing while clubbing. it was supposed to be fun and relaxing. but you never would have thought that you’d fall deep for the dance instructor. he was literally sent from heaven: handsome, charming, gentle… and on top of that, he had a fashion sense and could dance well? how on earth was he not taken yet? (you knew he’s single – yeri stalked him after the first class and came to such a conclusion, and you decided to trust her).

you noticed his gaze lingered on you a little longer when everyone hummed or nodded. 

“i’m happy to see you today. as promised, i’ll teach you tango basics. and if you like it, we can continue during next class as well” sicheng smiled sweetly and walked up to the mirror, back facing you “let’s warm up” 

yeri chuckled and you followed the instructions. your dance class consisted of a bunch of girls and even less boys, mostly university students just like you. but you probably were the oldest anyway. 

when sicheng finished with the warmup, you were in awe how he looked so effortless - you were already starting to struggle a bit and your hair got messed up from all the jumping. but he looked flawless. 

“okay, now i would like you to pair up” he hummed and you immediately faced yeri. she shot you a grin and bowed dramatically. 

“my lady” she chuckled. the pairs were soon formed, waiting curiously for the next instructions. sicheng was facing you now, slowly walking back and fourth. 

“tango is a sensual dance, it’s all about closeness to your partner. most of the time, the woman does all of the work” he nodded and looked around “two very important things: remember to keep your backs straight and knees slightly bent” 

“this is gonna be so awkward” you joked quietly and he turned around once again. maybe you were imagining things but you thought he looked at you through the mirror. 

“now, the first steps. let’s start slow and steady” sicheng instructed and showed the steps. 

just like he said, his back was as straight as a ruler and knees bent. he kept his hands glued to his chest to highlight the posture. you observed his footwork closely, paying attention to which leg should move first. 

his moves were smooth, water-alike, and flowy. you were in awe, shaking your head. 

“how on earth am i supposed to do that?” you whispered and heard his small scoff. 

“now try repeating after me. your partner should start from the opposite leg” he encouraged. and surprisingly, you managed to catch pretty quickly. observing his movements all the time, you mirrored them. he was also going slow and counting the steps.

after a short while, when everyone seemed to understand, sicheng started walking around the room to monitor the moves closely. in the meantime, he also played tango music. 

“if you feel confident already, you can try it in pairs. remember about your knees and back! also, the man should grab his partner’s hand and the other should be on her arm” sicheng announced and approached one pair, fixing their pose. your back was facing him as you and yeri started trying the steps in pair. 

“he’s so into you” she snickered quietly, grabbing your hand gently. 

“stop saying that, im going to be delusional” you giggled in response, trying to focus on the steps. but it wasn’t that easy when you had to start from the other foot, having the woman’s position in the pair. 

you were so focused on your feet doing it right that you haven’t noticed sicheng was observing you two. 

“i feel like im not doing something right” you laughed and looked up, eyes widening when you saw his smiling face.

“may i?” he asked and you froze. yeri whipped her head and let go of you, letting him take her spot. you realized he’s still waiting for you answer. 

“oh, oh! you mean like… yes, sure!” you stuttered and he walked up, taking yeri’s spot.  

his hands were larger and more calloused than hers but his touch was as tender as hers. he held you gently, the hand on your arm spreading warmth all over your body. 

“yeri did well but let me show you were was the feeling of a mistake. follow me. one, two… mhm, here you just sway on that leg” he explained, leading you. it felt all natural, you just succumbed to his instructions. you kept staring at his feet, wanting to remember what he was doing – but also you knew that if you looked him in the face, you’d turn fierce red. “and here’s the deal: when you do another step, you don’t just move your feet. you drag it slowly, like this” 

“ooooh, it makes sense!” yeri cheered.

you copied what he did. 

“exactly like this. now let’s go from the beginning” sicheng’s words blended with the music. you kept your gaze glued to his black, shiny shoes– “look at me, y/n. you have to look at your partner” 

you scrunched your nose and rose your head up, remembering to straighten your back. the proximity hit you, his face was closer than you thought it would be. 

“i, i know. it’s just that i’m, you know… not lost when im looking at my feet” you explained nervously, almost forced to look into his ebony eyes. sicheng just sent you a warm smile. 

“you’re not lost now, though. you need to feel the music, feel your partner. it will come naturally” he hummed and you realized you’re following his lead, legs working on their own. 

you kept looking in his eyes, blush spreading on your face. feeling as if it was just you, him… and the training room turned into a ballroom. 

“you got it. good job” sicheng grinned and let go of you, snapping you out of the trance. “yeri, im giving you back your dance partner”

“about time” she teased and only when he walked away to approach the other couple, you and yeri started giggling. “you got so red!” 

“shut up!”

“no, literally, he’s so into you! the way he looked at you… and you are the only one who he sanded with, he only says what you need to fix… oh i’m sick!” yeri whined dramatically and you just slapped her arm. 

the class came to an end, sicheng turned off the music to bid goodbye. 

“you all did really well! do you want to continue tango next week?” he asked, scanning your reactions. most of the people nodded and he just smiled in response. 

“duh!” yeri grinned, saying loudly. tango meant more close encounters, so she was ready to sacrifice her time for you to get closer to sicheng. 

“i’m glad to hear you’re so enthusiastic. so you next week then” he crossed his arms, swaying a bit on his legs. you were about to leave, when you heard his voice again “y/n, do you mind staying for a minute?” 

yeri exchanged shocked looks with you and then just winked, running off. 

“yeah, sure, no problem” you answered, a bit shocked he knows your name. well… it’s not like he has to, right? 

when everyone left, he walked up to you a bit closer. his ebony eyes looked at you softly, a gentle smile adorning his lips. 

“you did really good today, you know” he hummed and you nodded. 

“thank you” you said, almost whispered. 

“i just… hm, how do i put this…” sicheng hesitated and chuckled “i think you’re really cute” 

“what?” your eyes widened, looking at his face in shock. 

“yeah. despite getting shy often you still manage to show confidence in your moves. and, well, you’re cute as in… just… shit” he laughed nervously and that was the first time you’ve seen him break his stoic facade “would you like to go on a date? maybe a coffee after class or a dinner. if you want to” 

so yeri was right. 

“of course. i’d love to, i really would” you grinned and saw a wave of relief wash over his face “as long as we don’t have to dance, i’d still be intimidated” 

“let’s leave that for another time” he sent you a smug smile. scoffing, you couldn’t help the wide grin from growing. 

“let’s grab a coffee this weekend, hm?” you asked, a sudden wave of bravery taking over you “you can give me your number, we can, uh… establish the details later” 

“sure” sicheng answered. 

after exchanging numbers, you waved goodbye to him. he had another class waiting for him. he was looking at you, whipped. 

“see you soon, then!” you smiled and walked away a bit dramatically, in the step pattern you just learned. 

sicheng couldn’t help but giggle, not quite still believing that it just happened. 

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how wayv's first kiss with you would be like

pairing: wayv x reader

kun

after a romantic dinner. he drives you home from taking you to your date with him at a fancy dinner he had arranged, wanting you to show how he really loves you and would want to take the relationship into the next step. he walks you to the front porch of your house, standing near the doorstep. before he says goodbye, he says how much he enjoyed the date, and you say the same. there is a still sound of silence of him staring at you. then, he leans in to capture your lips to his. the rhythm of your mouths moving against each other is slow, but good enough for the both of you to feel the butterflies in your stomachs. he smiles at you when you pull away, and then his hand reached for your own, kissing the back of your palm before he leaves the neighborhood. kun will never forget such a memorable moment.

ten

during a game of spin the bottle. at first he laughs, staring at the empty wine bottle landing in your direction. with the rest of the players anticipating, he isn't afraid to back out. he hates being called a coward. he makes no hesitation before smashing his lips against yours. there's still the taste of alcohol both of you consumed just moments ago. besides the liquor, he also feels drunk with the way he keeps pressing his lips deeper and his tongue swiping on your bottom lip as a permission for more access. ten merely forgets the audience watching him, focusing entirely to make you feel good and pleased. when he pulls away, he gets a good view of your lips, smeared and coated with his own saliva, and lipstick smudged from the corners of your mouth. seeing you in that state gives him a satisfied look on his face, a smug creeping up from his lips.

winwin

saying goodbye to him. sicheng is given the opportunity to finally pursue the passion he loves, but it hurts him to know that he needs to leave where he already finds and calls home—you. both of you stand before the pane glass doorframes of the airport, sicheng's hand holds onto the handle of his luggage, while the other never leaves yours. it's all going too fast. the grip on your hand tightens. you notice the way he's trying to hold to his emotions, how hard he's trying to stifle his sobs. he feels you return the same tightness on his hand, assuring him that everything will be fine. a hand slowly creeps up to gently touch his already stained cheeks. he's going to miss you, so much. sicheng's hand clasps around the hand where you touch him, pulling it down. and there, you feel his plump lips on yours. it's trembling, and of course, it's sad. you don't tell him to stay through your reciprocation, but instead, it tells him to go, to chase what he loves.

xiaojun

acting out a kiss scene. it's the first rehearsal of the play the casts are going to act in, including the two of you. it's no surprise when both of you find out to be the leads of the play. dejun thinks that it will go as smoothly as possible, given the fact that the two of you are comfortable with each other of everything, and you think so too. as all of you are reading the script, the director reminds you of the kiss scenes, so when the actual practice came, dejun tells himself that the kiss is and only for professional purposes. he composes himself before standing in front of you with a smile. you say your lines, enunciating them word for word with feelings to embody the character as he does the same. his hands reaches for your own just like what it says on the script, and wasting no time, he plants a kiss on your lips. you don't move, but he feels his stomach doing the somersaults. all he can think about at this very moment is your soft lips, your grip on his hand tightens, your eyelashes tickling his cheeks—then it's all gone when you pull away. looking at each other for a few seconds, a sudden fit of laughter bursts out from the two of you. both of you suppress your giggles when the director yells, telling you and dejun to stop laughing and concentrate on the script.

hendery

out of curiosity. he stares at you with a surprised expression on his face after hearing you ask how a kiss feels like. it's not like he doesn't know how to kiss someone as he had gained experiences from previous relationships, and clearly this was your first. his mind go dizzy when you ask him to kiss you. he isn't sure if it's only his mind playing him, but with a couple slaps across his face, it's not a dream. before kissing you, hendery makes sure to ask if you're still okay with the idea, never forgetting to seek for your consent. with a hand on your neck and the other to cup your cheek, your lips are on his. the lingering touch of your hands on his chest traveling around his neck causes him to smile in between the kiss. he also makes sure that you're satisfied with the kiss he shares with you, in a way that will make you feel good and relieve to know that you just had the best first kiss ever given by your own friend. hendery can't seem to sleep the following nights, replaying the scene over and over again, as he starts to fall in love with you.

yangyang

in the heat of the moment. he understands why you're mad at him for completely ruining your date with a person you recently talked to. yangyang warns you over again that the guy isn't good for you, that his background isn't something that's worth to be with. he watches you pace around the room, telling him that he has no right to deny a relationship you want to have, telling him that he should mind his own business. he couldn't do that. he knows what's best for you because he cares for your happiness. if it weren't for him, you will be trapped in a toxic unbearable relationship that might emotionally and mentally break you. what he wants for you to realize that there is one who could actually treat and love you better—him. yangyang grabs you by the shoulders, snapping you out. you break free from his tight grip, wanting to turn around and leave the room. that is until you feel his hand tug your arm back to face him as he finally smashes his lips against yours. the kiss is nowhere near sweet and full of passion. it's rough, lips smacking against each other, teeth scraping the skin and muscle of your tongues, and short hot breaths filling the quiet room. he's angry, you're angry, but neither of you pull away.

©MEIIDERYZ 2024. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[luvkyu]

dear soulmate ( dong sicheng/winwin )

sicheng x male reader

just boys falling in love tbh <3

content : 0.6k words, fluffy fluffy

( a/n ) this one's for the lauvers !!!! this is kinda short - im listening to laufey today and she gives me writing motivation so this winwin fluff was born in between the other fics im working on

do you live in new york city,

or a couple towns away?

wherever you are, i'd jump in my car,

just to see you today.

"excuse me, can i sit here?"

sicheng looked up, taking one of his earbuds out. the man in front of him was quite possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. he quickly cleared his throat, nodded, and gave a warm smile.

"sure, of course."

"thank you. i didn't expect it to be so crowded here."

sicheng nodded again and looked around the café. all the tables were occupied, and the line was longer than usual. he assumed it was because it was lunch time on a weekend.

the man now sitting across from him began taking his phone and laptop out of his bag. the sun was hitting his skin perfectly from the large window beside their table. he looked almost ethereal, as if right out of a movie.

"i like your nails a lot," the man complimented. sicheng's eyes widened, looking down at his black and silver nails that ten had painted for him just last night.

"oh, thank you. my friend likes to paint people's nails."

the man laughed quietly, "that's cute."

sicheng looked down at his book with a bashful smile.

the man got back to work on his computer after that. he picked up his phone for just a moment, then set it back down on the table before putting one air pod in his left ear.

sicheng carefully sneaked a peak at the man's phone, as the screen was still lit with the song he was listening to. sicheng's heart sped up when he instantly recognized the album on the phone. how could he not recognize it when it was the same exact album and song he was listening to right at that moment? he pulled out his own phone and watched it turn on, displaying the song dear soulmate.

sicheng felt the blush on his face getting more apparent by the second. he looked back up at the man as he typed away on his computer. but before sicheng knew it, the other's eyes were gazing right back at him. he smiled again and gently sat his laptop aside.

"i'm y/n."

sicheng's brows raised in slight surprise. processing what was happening, he tried to smile again and sat up straight. he was completely oblivious to how effortlessly cute he was.

"i'm sicheng," he replied. "you like laufey?"

y/n looked down at his phone, then smiled.

"mhm! you too?"

sicheng nodded eagerly, raising his own phone now to show the song they were sharing.

y/n's smile grew at this. their eyes lingered on each other for a moment, both feeling the flicker of a connection.

"..are you seeing her on tour here tomorrow night?" y/n asked.

"i am actually!" sicheng chimed.

y/n gazed at him in admiration. he loved the way his face lit up in excitement.

"maybe we could get drinks or something after the concert then?" y/n suggested.

"yes please," sicheng agreed quickly. he then unlocked his phone and gave it to y/n, "let's exchange numbers?"

y/n nodded and gave his own phone in return, "here's mine."

sicheng held the device and typed in his number. he had a feeling something beautiful had just started with y/n, and all because of a crowded café and a song.

dear soulmate,

i can't wait to fall in love with you.

[cigsaftersuh]

ㅡ crusty claws.

🐥 a dong sicheng smau <3

୨ winwin makes sure your nails are always done ୧

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

[valvyu]

My Eyes Burn — cover by me.

capinha yuwin!!

[crdteezv]

Frat House - Winwin Ver.

DISCLAIMER (important): This is a continuation of a fratboy series I’ve done for all the Wayv members! I recommend you read the prologue here first so everything can make more sense. You can also choose the other members here or at the end if you are interested in seeing someone else!

Paring: !stoner! !fratboy! Winwin x f! reader

Genre: college! au, frat! au, smut

Synopsis: You continue playing an interesting game of Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare with Ten and his friends. You were dared to spend the night with one of them. When the bottle was spun, it landed on Winwin. You wondered what type of things you and him were about to get into tonight…

Warnings: smut. !stoner! winwin, teasing, kissing, fingering, choking, manhandling, overstimulation, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~2.4k words

A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED THE WAYV FRAT HOUSE SERIES 😭! I’m really sorry it took me so long to complete, but it was a motivation issue, and I struggled to finish it. Since it was my first time writing a choose-your-own-ending fic, I found it a bit hard for me to do at first. However, I’ve now done all 6 members, and I’m really happy to have finished the whole series! To those who were waiting, thank you for being so patient with me, and I apologize once again for the delay. Anyway, I don’t think I can take on something like this again anytime soon, but it was still fun to make, and I hope you all enjoy this final part of the series!

After Hendery spun the bottle, it landed on Winwin.

You were relieved it wasn’t Hendery, though the result still surprised you. You knew it was going to be awkward since you and Winwin weren’t close. He barely spoke to you whenever you came over, and he usually stayed in his room.

Winwin smiled at you, not bothered at all by the outcome.

“Well, looks like we’re spending the night together,” he said.

“Seems like it.”

Hendery shot both of you a dirty look but held back from saying anything.

Not long after, everyone headed upstairs to sleep.

Now, you're in Winwin's room, and you can already smell the weed in the air. You notice some joints on the windowsill, and your eyes widen. He didn’t seem like the type to smoke. He told you to make yourself comfortable on the bed as he picked up one of the joints.

“Do you mind if I smoke in here? I’ll step outside if you want.”

“No, it’s fine. I used to do it a long time ago.”

The look on his face showed disbelief.

“Really? You don’t seem like the type to smoke.”

You were taken aback by his forwardness. “Excuse me?”

He chuckled softly. “Sorry, sweetheart, you just don’t seem like the type.”

“Hey, freshman and sophomore year were rough for me. What can I say?”

He laughed and sat in the chair by his desk, leaning back with his legs spread out casually. He flicked his lighter, covering the joint with one hand as he lit it. Inhaling deeply, he let out a smooth puff of smoke.

He looked incredibly attractive in that moment.

Each time he took a hit, he maintained eye contact with you, making you shift uncomfortably in your spot. It was becoming harder to maintain your composure, and you eventually had to look away, focusing on the moon outside the window. You noticed another joint on the sill and briefly considered joining him. Only Ten had ever seen you high. You usually preferred to smoke alone because you didn’t like being around others while doing it.

“You can take one if you want, love. I see you eyeing them,” Winwin teased.

You glanced back at him, considering it.

“I don’t know… I haven’t smoked in over a year, and I’ve been trying to stay away from it.”

He stood up from his chair, walked over to the window, grabbed the joint, and handed it to you.

“Come on, just this once. Besides, it’s been a while for you, right? You’ve been stressed about exams. It’ll help take the edge off.”

He did have a fair point. The whole reason you came over was to de-stress from your upcoming exams. Reluctantly, you agreed, and he handed you the lighter. As usual, you struggled to get it to work. It always took you what felt like a million tries before you got it right. Noticing your frustration, he sat beside you on the bed.

He gently took the lighter from your hand and lit it effortlessly on the first try. You felt a little embarrassed watching him do it so easily.

He watched closely—perhaps a little too closely—as you wrapped your lips around the joint, forming an O with your mouth. The sight alone made his body react, a twitch in his pants betraying his thoughts.

"Good girl," he said, knowing exactly what effect it would have on you. As soon as the words left his mouth, you instinctively moved your knee away, and he noticed you subtly pressing your thighs together. He silently registered this reaction.

You started to cough after inhaling, which he found oddly endearing. He was amused that you still coughed even though you had done this before. But when he saw a tear streak down your cheek, his laughter stopped. You shot him a dirty look and went quiet, unsure if he should make his next move.

“It’s okay—you look pretty when you cry,” he said softly.

For some reason, his words were starting to affect you. A faint arousal stirred inside you.

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the way your body responded.

He laughed, and the two of you continued passing the joint between each other. As the night wore on, he played some background music, and you started to feel more at ease. You even got to know Winwin better, something you hadn’t expected.

At some point, you both ended up lying on his bed, having finished smoking. You were wrapped in his blankets, playfully bantering back and forth.

“So, is this why you’re always in your room whenever I come over? Hiding away and smoking all day?” you teased.

He laughed at your question. “Well, some of the time, yes. But most of the time, I’m just sleeping.”

You nodded at his answer, but you were becoming more aware of how dangerously close the two of you had gotten. All night, you couldn’t stop locking eyes with each other. He slowly placed his hand on your face, cupping it gently.

“You look so pretty tonight. Even when we were playing truth or dare earlier, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

You felt flustered by all the attention he was giving you. You never imagined you’d end up in his bed like this.

“Why are you saying all of this to me now?”

With his other hand, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you onto his lap.

“Why not? I’ve been thinking about it the whole time.”

You felt him shift beneath you, something hard pressing against you. He just smirked, his hands now resting on your waist. A warmth spread through your body at his touch, and you could feel yourself melting on top of him. The sensation was overwhelming, and instinctively, you started to rub against him back and forth.

“Oh, you really like this, huh, sweetie?”

You were too embarrassed to respond, so you just nodded, feeling a wave of heat rush over you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look him in the eye. He gently lifted your chin, pulling you closer, until you were just inches away from his face.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Your heart was racing faster than ever. The smoking from earlier had heightened your arousal, and all you wanted was to kiss him—but something was holding you back, telling you not to.

But you couldn’t resist him. Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his. He was slightly taken aback by your boldness but didn’t mind at all. His hands lowered to your hips, slowly gliding down to cup your ass. You let out a low whimper, and he smirked against your lips, taking note of your reaction.

With his hands still on you, he pulled you even closer and broke the kiss with a soft moan. “You’re excited about this, aren’t you?” he teased, clearly enjoying how much he was affecting you.

All of this was overwhelming, but you craved more. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him again, deeper this time.

But he had other plans for you.

His hands roamed over your body, caressing the arch of your lower back. The simple touch made you flinch—it felt like your whole body was on high alert, hypersensitive to everything. His hand slipped lower, and when he pressed against the wet spot through your shorts, he grinned. The smirk on his face made your heart race even faster.

“Get up for a second,” he murmured, signaling for you to stand. You did as he asked, and he swiftly removed your shorts and panties.

You straddled him again, and as you settled back down, he slid one finger inside you. The sensation made you moan almost instantly. His cool touch combined with the heat radiating from your body sent waves of pleasure through you. You threw your head back, overcome by the feeling.

“God, how are you this wet already? All we’ve done is kiss,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “Who would’ve thought you were this needy for me?”

“P-please… don’t stop…” you managed to say, breathlessly.

“Oh, I don’t plan on it, love,” he replied with a smirk. He added a second finger, and you let out a louder moan, unable to contain yourself. The pleasure was too much, and neither of you seemed to care if the others in the house could hear.

Lost in your own world, you started to move your hips, riding his fingers, desperate for more. He loved every second of it, but your sounds were growing louder, and a brief hint of anxiety flickered in his eyes. Not wanting anyone to interrupt, he lifted your shirt with his free hand and made you bite it, holding it between your teeth.

You were confused for a moment until you realized what he was after—your tits.

Your boobs were finally on full display, and his gaze lingered. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he couldn’t keep his eyes off you tonight, especially with the way your tank top hugged your body, clearly revealing that you hadn’t bothered to wear a bra. 

With his free hand, he groped one breast, leaning in to suck and gently bite the other. You were a trembling mess, overwhelmed by sensation. Tears welled up in your eyes as you bit down hard on your shirt, trying to muffle your sounds. Everything felt so sensitive, so heightened. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, but somehow, he was making it impossible for you to stay quiet.

Suddenly, he switched sides, sucking the other nipple and kneading your boob while adding a third finger inside you. Your body was shaking, teetering on the edge, and you didn’t know how much more you could take. You felt his smirk against your skin.

“You’re getting close?”

All you could do was nod, unable to form words. He stopped teasing your chest and began pumping his fingers faster. To make it even worse, he started rubbing your clit with his thumb. The sensations were too much, pushing you closer to the edge. Desperate for release, you pulled your shirt off completely and wrapped yourself around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Your heavy breathing against him sent goosebumps down his spine.

And then it happened—you came hard, spilling all over his fingers and the bedsheets, making a mess of everything. But before you could catch your breath or say anything, he flipped you onto the bed, now on top of you.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said with a dark grin.

“But I just—”

“I don’t care,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “Besides, you can take it.”

He quickly stripped off his joggers, boxers, and shirt, leaving you no time to protest.

“I know you can,” he coaxes, leaning in close.

He had such a stern and cold look in his eyes that it sent shivers down your spine. You could see how long and girthy he was, and while you had a feeling he’d be packing, it still made you nervous about whether or not you could take him. But before you could dwell on your thoughts, he wasted no time and slowly pushed his way inside you.

You threw your head back against the pillow, letting out the loudest moan of the night. Everything felt so sensitive right now that there was no way to hold back your moans. He started fucking you with a rough and steady pace, expertly hitting all the right places, making you feel good in ways you never imagined.

As he thrust deeper into you, the intensity grew, and he had to grip the top of the headboard for support. Although he didn’t heavily express it, you sensed that he felt extremely sensitive too, but he was experienced enough to keep his composure.

His golden necklace dangled in front of you, its coolness contrasting with the heat building between your bodies. All you could do was lay there and moan for him to take it easy and slow down. The sensations were becoming overwhelming as you started to feel overstimulated. You had just come all over his fingers, and now it felt like you were on the brink of doing it again on his cock.

“I-I don’t think I can last much longer,” you gasped, your voice breathy.

He noticed you tightening around him and wrapped one hand around your neck, shoving himself even deeper inside your wet core. You both teetered on the edge and with a few more thrusts, you felt the wave of pleasure crash over you as you both climaxed at the same time, making an even bigger mess than before.

He instantly pulled out of you, spilling the rest of himself onto your chest. Letting out a sigh, he chuckled to himself, glancing down at the scene before you.

“Look at this mess we made.”

You looked down, and all you could see was a mix of your fluids. Embarrassment washed over you, and you instinctively shoved your hands over your face.

“Oh, I’m so sorry for this! I’ll clean it up, and—”

He instantly left the room for a moment and returned with a couple of washcloths. Efficiently, he cleaned you up and swiftly changed the sheets on his bed, the movements smooth and practiced.

“You didn’t have to do all this, you know,” you said, watching him work.

“I had to; I’m the reason I got you into this mess, literally,” he replied with a playful smirk.

You let out a laugh, realizing the joke he was trying to make. His casual attitude made you feel at ease, even after everything that had just happened.

“Besides, you still have to spend the night here, and I couldn’t let you sleep on a dirty bed,” he added, glancing over his shoulder at you with a wink.

At that moment, you forgot all about the truth or dare game from earlier, and Hendery was the one who had set this whole situation in motion. You didn’t mind, though; you both had grown closer from this, and you even found yourself a new smoking buddy.

**A/N: ** If you want to see what would happen if the bottle landed on a different member, choose here: [KUN] [TEN] [XIAOJUN] [HENDERY] [YANGYANG] 

[xiaojunsdino]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── late night kun

part one of two.

kun x fem!reader.

summary: you're stressed all the time and have been getting shit sleep. you turn to your last resort: melatonin. you go to a drug store and meet the cashier thats always half-asleep: kun. you visit the store in the middle of the night, and kun thinks he is dreaming when you come in.

tags: strangers to lovers, fluff, light angst, talks of (undiagnosed) anxiety and insomnia, reader has a dog, brief mentions of weed, hendery is readers brother, reader shares an apartment with sicheng and ten, lmk if more tags should be added.

word count: 2340

taglist: @blondiedae, @yang4ever

You haven’t slept properly in days. 3:56 am, you crane your neck to read from the red lights of your alarm clock. Slumping your head back against your pillow, you figure that it only makes sense to make use of the time. You leave your bed, grabbing a throw blanket to wrap around your shoulders to fight off the cold in your room. Your yorkie, Appa, raises her head at the sound, eyes blinking into the darkness.

“Shh, go back to sleep baby,” you reach over and pet her back. The feeling of your hand on her fur must do the trick, as she immediately curls back up and starts snoring.

Its exam season in your second-to-last semester of university and senioritis has been kicking your ass. You mark off every day on your wall calendar, counting down until graduation. But with finals comes anxiety, and while you are no stranger to stress, your body doesn’t react to it in a healthy way. Not that anyone’s body reacts to high amounts of stress in a healthy way, but you have stress-induced insomnia, which only adds fuel to the fire.

Growing up, your parents had been the type to dismiss painkillers and other such drugs, opting instead for teas and herbal remedies. They weren’t anti-vaxxers, but this habit of not treating ailments with medicine has stuck with you. But everyone reaches their limit eventually.

You pick up your phone to check what drug stores are open nearby. The closest one, you notice, is called Jaemin’s Drug Store and has a rating of 1.27/5. Despite the low rating, you don’t seem to have any other options. Making sure to grab your pepper spray, you put your headphones on and slip your feet into your shoes. You blow a kiss to Appa before locking the door.

The door to Jaemin’s Drug Store chimes when you enter. It is immediately clear to you why this store has a low rating, it smells like someone sprayed air freshener to mask the smell of weed, unsuccessfully. Unfamiliar with the store, you approach the man at the register. Kun, his nametag reads, looks to be about your age, despite the dark circles under his eyes. He’s a very attractive man, even with the black roots growing in contrast to hiswavy blonde hair. Elbow propped up on the counter with his head in his palm, he slowly opens his eyes when you walk over. You don’t want to startle the resting man, so you try to make your presence known with loud footsteps. He blinks up at you wordlessly with unfocused eyes.

You take off your headphones and wrap them around your neck. “Hi, um, sorry to bother you. Where can I find melatonin?” you question, not quite meeting his (unintentionally) strong stare.

“Aisle 5, on the right,” Kun replies, closing his eyes again. You turn around to search for melatonin. You feel a slight sense of guilt, knowing how your parents would feel about you purchasing drug store melatonin. But that guilt soon gets smothered as you pick up a small plastic bottle of reddish gummies. And it’s not like this is an impulse buy. You had tried everything the last couple of days to fall asleep, from increasing your amount of physical activity to following a strict night-time routine. Plus, you had already looked online for reviews of different melatonin supplements. And the small bottle is just to see if it will actually help. Everyone has their limits.

The sound of the bottle hitting the countertop in front of Kun made him jolt. It wasn’t as if the sound were loud; in fact, you noticed that the man was dozing off so you placed it down as lightly as you could. He looked up at you, blinking in silence again. You didn’t know what to do, so you left the gummies on the counter and walked away quickly to grab a box of sleepy time tea. You return to the counter with the tea and Kun straightens up, pushing aside his fading blonde bangs. He picks up the scanner and rings up your items, reading your total balance aloud.

You reach over to tap your phone on the card reader, pausing when Kun clears his throat. “Are you, uh, having trouble sleeping?” He tilted his head, bangs falling into his eyes again. He almost resembled a puppy, seeming genuinely curious about your state of wellbeing, despite being a stranger. He looks cute, you think.

“Yeah, it’s finals season,” you reply, not really wanting to get into it. Kun’s unfocused gaze softens a bit, and now you feel embarrassed. It’s obvious that the man is half asleep, running on fumes of whatever shitty weed had previously been smoked in here. But you can feel his pity when he looks to the side and releases a deep breath.

“Not being able to sleep is shitty. I hope it works for you.” He tears the receipt from the machine, puts it in the plastic bag with the items, and hands it over. You accidentally graze his hands as you grabbed the bag, but Kun didn’t seem to notice, so you didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, I hope so too.”

☆☆.

A few weeks have passed. You have been sleeping better, partially from the melatonin and tea, but mostly the result of exams being finished. Nevertheless, you find yourself walking down the street with Appa in your side purse to get more melatonin gummies. Your brother, Guanheng, was coming tomorrow to stay for a few nights, and your sleep was getting worse. You love your brother, truly, but just the thought of the man’s loudness and high energy makes you exhausted. While eating breakfast earlier, one of your roommates, Sicheng, asked if you had ever considered that you have anxiety. And the idea of something being wrong with you sent you down a spiral.

This isn’t the first time you have returned to Jaemin’s Drug Store since the initial visit. You stopped by a couple of days ago, hoping to find the sleepy worker during the daytime, maybe strike up a conversation with him. He was cute, after all. You noticed that the smell of badly covered up weed was stronger at this time of day. But sadly, the man you were looking for was not there.

The chime rings overhead as you open the door, and Appa’s head perks up. You hear a loud breathing sound from where Kun sits at the counter. He looks like he conked out, head on the surface, eyes closed, and mouth open overtop some papers. You would feel awful if you woke him up just to get a sleep aid. You turn around and try to leave as quickly as you come in. But to your surprise, a snore interrupts the (mostly) quiet, and that’s all it takes for Appa to start yapping.

You pick up your dog out of your bag, attempting to shush and coddle your dog before the drug store worker wakes up. However, when you turn back around to check on the man, he is wiping his eyes and trying to fix his mussed-up hair. He looks over at you as you finally manage to quiet down your dog.

“Oh!” His voice cuts through the awkward silence. Then he looks downward and tries to organize the papers on the counter. “I must be dreaming because there’s that cute girl again,” he murmurs to himself and looks up. “And she brought a friend,” he tilts his head a little bit, looking more like a cute puppy than the last time you were here. “Hi, friend,” he smiles at the dog in your hands.

You stand still, frozen with amusement, embarrassment, and some other emotion that you can’t quite place. And then Appa’s squirming acts as a reminder why you’re there, and sends you down aisle 5 in search of the medicine.

“I don’t need a bag,” you say, as you put the bottle on the counter.

“No tea this time?” The blonde asks, scanning the item and returning it to you.

“No, I still have some packets left,” you place the bottle in your bag and pay.

“I really like tea and could recommend you some, if you want.” You shake your head and thank him. You ignore the slight sting of loneliness as you leave the store.

☆☆.

A combination of knocking on the door and distant yaps wakes you the next morning. You glance at the alarm clock and a panic makes you sprint towards the door. You don’t even need to check who is at the door before you scoop up your dog and swing the door wide open. Guanheng is standing there, looking the most mad you think you’ve ever seen him. He says something as he walks in, but you can’t hear it.

“What?” You don’t try to yell, but you have to in order to be heard above your dog’s barks. He says something again, and it’s only then that you decide to put Appa in the bathroom with the door closed. You can hear her nails scratching against the wood as you return to your brother and offer to hang his coat.

“What happened man? I thought we agreed you were going to pick me up after my flight. I had to order an Uber, and you know how I feel about those.” He doesn’t look as pissed as he did a moment ago, likely because he notices how scattered and disheveled you look.

“I know, I know. I’m genuinely so sorry Dery. I- I-” you start to stutter. Guanheng cuts you off by putting his arm on your shoulder, reminding you to breathe. And so you do. Three seconds in, hold, three seconds out. You repeat this a few times before you feel ready to speak again.

“Ok. I’m so sorry Guanheng. The last month or so has been really rough and I basically turned into an insomniac. And I don’t want to hear it,” you put up a hand in between the two of you. “But I tried melatonin and it’s actually helped so much. It’s, like, I can actually function during the day and not feel like I am moving through molasses because my body is so exhausted.”

“Like a zombie?”

“Sure, man, I guess,” you bring your palm to your forehead and squeeze your eyes closed, searching your brain to find the correct words. Although at this point, it feels more like fighting your brain, especially as the words tumble out of your mouth and the rambling starts. “Anyways, I ran out of the gummies last night and hadn’t realized until, like, 3 am. I am trying not to become reliant on it, so I try to sleep. But every night, I inevitably give up. But I went back to Jaemin’s Drug Store last night, since I knew it would be open and I had been there before. So I go back and bring Appa because, you know, I’m so tired that I figure having to be responsible for another life will keep me awake during the walk. But when I get there, she surprisingly didn’t even bark at Kun.”

You open your eyes and have to turn around to face your brother - you’d been ramble-pacing, of course. And when you look at Guanheng, he looks thoroughly confused with a pinch of intrigue.

“Who’s Kun? Unless you have more friends other than Ten and Sicheng and you haven’t told me,” your brother says with a teasing lit to his voice and a smirk on his face.

“No, no. Kun is the cashier guy at the store. He seems like a zombie way more than I do, always half asleep.”

“But obviously you’ve talked to him enough to know his name.”

Your eyes widen, suddenly realizing what it sounds like. “Oh, no Kun just has a nametag. I mean, I guess is weirdly nice to me. He even called me cute last night, but again, I think he was half asleep and didn’t even realize what he said.” You shuffle around the room to start boiling water in the kettle. It’s only then that Guanheng’s face shifts to one of shock.

“Wait wait. Did you say that Appa didn’t bark at this man? Are you sure she wasn’t asleep?” The man questions with eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Did my words only just now register?” Despite still being groggy and cranky, you manage to lightly laugh at your brother. He’s never going to beat the himbo allegations. “But yeah, Appa was definitely awake and didn’t bark when he said hi to her. I mean, he was behind the counter the entire time, but yeah.”

Your brother then walks over and grabs two mugs out of the cabinets as the kettle starts to whistle. “I think if you finally met a man that Appa doesn’t immediately hate, you should marry him, even if he’s ugly. You don’t know if you’re ever going to find someone like this again, she’s a cockblock.”

Guanheng is, of course, joking. But as he sifts through the cabinets looking for tea boxes, you find yourself thinking about his words. You can’t deny that the guy is cute, borderline handsome. If he got some proper sleep, took care of those roots, and you saw him in anywhere else than those sterile fluorescent lights, he’d probably cross into sexy territory. And, Guanheng has a point about Appa being a major cockblock when it comes to men.

It isn’t until the two of you are sitting at the counter and your brother taps his spoon loudly against his mug that you realize how stupid you sound to yourself. It’s just a side effect of the melatonin, some sort of daytime delusions. You can’t seriously be thinking this much about a random cashier. (you’re lying to yourself. you did your research before buying the medicine and know there is no such side effect. but you let yourself stay delusional.)

authors note: GUYS i've been talking about this since mid october and i am finally posting the first part!! there will be a part 2 soon! i tried to make the conversation/ talking bits as realistic as possible.

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Day 4 - Winwin

Pairings: WinWin X Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,276

Warnings: Unprotected sex, (Don’t do it kids!) Dom! WinWin, Sub! Reader, Nipple play, clit play, spanking, semi public sex, cream pie

Spicy

To say you were lucky would be an understatement. You were currently standing on the balcony of the beach house your boyfriend had rented in nothing but a silk robe in your favorite color. You felt his body behind yours and his arms were soon around your waist. He nuzzled his face in your neck and left little kisses, making you giggle at the feeling. “Sicheng,” you moaned out between his kisses. You reached behind you and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Already?” 

He chuckled against your skin, sending vibrations through your body. His hands were traveling your body, touching all of your sensitive spots. You moaned softly and Sicheng said, “You just look so good right now, I can’t keep my hands off you,” 

You turned to him, “Then don’t,” you said before leaning in to kiss his lips that were slightly swollen from being kissed repeatedly not even 20 minutes ago. He kissed you tenderly as his hands were inching up your body and on your covered breasts. He teased your nipples through your robe and your back arched. You moaned into your kiss when Sicheng pinched your nipple. The extra stimulation went straight to your core, and you felt yourself getting more aroused by the second. 

You moaned softly when one of his hands slid underneath your robe and slowly rubbed your clit. “Shit,” you cursed as the feeling of pleasure took over your body. Sicheng’s lips were back onto your neck, leaving little marks along your skin. You wanted to be mad about the hickeys but didn’t care enough. You arched your back and leaned into him, your butt pushing against his hardening cock. 

You heard him groan, so you began to wiggle your butt against him. “Baby,” he warned. 

“What?” You giggled, keeping up your movements. Sicheng stopped rubbing your clit so that he could remove his boxers and hike up your robe. You gasped when you felt him leave a slap on your newly exposed ass. “Sicheng!” 

He didn’t say anything, he just lined his cock up with your entrance, teasing you ever so slowly. The tip of his cock felt so delicious against your wet folds, so you moved your hips slightly as to help guide him inside. That was a bad idea. All that did was make Sicheng stop his movements and you earned another harsh slap. “Don’t do that again,” he warned. 

As much as you didn’t want to be a brat, you couldn’t help yourself. You turned your head, “Or what? You’ll spank me again?” You said before wriggling your hips against his cock again. 

“I warned you,” was all you heard before he spanked you two more times. You moaned when you felt the lingering sting. He smirked before he lined his cock up with you one more time. “Let’s try this again,” he mumbled. Another moan slipped from your lips when he teased your dripping slit with his tip. It took everything in you to hold still, but you just wanted him to fuck you so badly. You had no choice but to obey him. “Spread your legs a little more for me,” You happily complied and you felt his tip tease your inner walls.

Before you knew it, Sicheng had thrust inside you in one swift motion. You moaned loudly and held on the to balcony railing. You realized there was a chance that someone could possibly see or hear you two, but Sicheng said it was a private beach. Now you wondered if he chose this place just for this reason. The thought of being caught made this whole thing hotter for you. 

He moved slowly, and you wanted him to go faster. Your body was already hyper-sensitive from when you had him fucked on the bed just a few minutes ago, but you also wanted so much more. He was hitting you at a new angle now that he was behind you, reaching somewhere you weren’t used to. You and Sicheng didn’t usually have sex in this position, but you both were enjoying it. The combination of his cock deliciously teasing your walls and the view of the crashing waves was like a dream come true. 

“Fuck,” you moaned breathlessly as he began to move faster in you. You got what you wanted out of him without having to ask. You figured it was because he was also sensitive and wanted to come as quickly as possible. His hands were on your hips, holding you tighter as he slammed into you repeatedly. You could feel his nails digging into your skin, adding to your pleasure. You loved when he’d have a strong grip on you like this. 

His thrusts became faster and your grip on the railing became tighter. Your moans were loud, almost as loud as the waves you were facing. Sicheng moved one of his hands up to cup your breast in his hand, squeezing and teasing your nipple. The extra stimulation sent shivers through your sensitive body. 

You wanted to see his handsome face while he fucked you, but the angle of him from behind was just too fucking good. The tip of his cock had found your spot and was hitting it repeatedly. “R-right there!” You moaned loudly as Sicheng kissed and nipped at your shoulder. With each thrust you felt closer and closer to your orgasm. Sicheng could tell by the way you fluttered around his cock. 

You wanted so badly to hold out, to prolong the pleasure he was giving you, but it just felt so good. His cock reached deep inside you and gave you more pleasure than any man had before him. He knew your body better than you did and you were grateful to have a man like him. He knew how to fuck you rough and properly while also taking care of you. 

Sicheng removed his hand from your tit and moved it down to your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. You practically screamed at this and you could feel your legs becoming weaker. “Are you gonna come for me, gorgeous? You going to make a mess all over my cock?” His thrusts were brutal at this point and you wondered how he was able to keep this up. You clenched around his cock and he smirked, “you can let go, Angel.” That was all you needed. 

Your orgasm ripped through you and you could feel yourself cumming all over him, making a sloppy mess between your legs. The wet sounds of your skin slapping against each other was a little too hot. Sicheng looked down at the mess and his cock twitched inside you. After a few more harsh thrusts, Sicheng had also reached his climax. His deep groans echoing through your ear as you felt his cum paint your inner walls. 

As he slowly pulled out of you, you felt his cum leak out from inside you. Your inner thighs were coated in a mixture of yours and his cum, making him smirk at the pretty mess. “Sicheng…” you trailed, feeling your legs give out on you. 

He chuckled as he caught you. He turned you to face him and he kissed your lips softly, the sweetness of his lips catching you off guard. “Let’s get you cleaned up. The sun is going down and I want you to see the sunset.” 

You nodded and smiled, too tired to give him a response. Sicheng could tell by how you looked that you were too fucked out to move, so he happily carried you to the bathroom. 

You still couldn’t believe how you got so lucky.

[obrell]

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photographer!xiaojun x fem!designer!reader

summary: y/n studied at the Faculty of Design at the university, where Xiaojun, the guy she hated, was in the Faculty of Photography. She didn't like him because Xiaojun was such a narcissist. Xiaojun didn't like y/n because she was annoying. They didn’t really know each other, but they already didn’t like each other. but what will happen if their mutual friend Chenle accidentally confuses the lists and they have to do a project together?

MASTERLIST

profiles 1 / profiles 2

1. y/n and chenle being traitors

2. you both are evils

3. chenle messed up, y/n and ravioli

4. xiaojun is having a whole mental breakdown

more coming soon !!

[yutallery]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ★ winwin icons

[winwintea]

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

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

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

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

Qian Kun

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

Ten

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

Dong Si Cheng

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

Xiao De Jun

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

Wong Kun Hang

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

Liu Yang Yang 

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

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