#the way we didnt see a lot of this look...sm i am under your bed

[way-veee]

yān yǔ

rating: m

genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads

word count: 1.5k +

pairing: reader x wayv

pt. 4

you were typing up a section of your school report that was due yesterday in the cafe attached to the building that wayv was staying at. you’d been so focused on wayv that you only started it today.

your hands felt numb from typing as you wrote paragraph after paragraph in the afternoon sun with an iced latte. then you feel a hand on your back.

“hi!” kun says smiling. you smile back, you really liked kun. he was always nice to you and the boys and he seemed fun to be around. you just wondered why he was here.

he probably saw the confusion on you face, but ignored it. “what’re you doing?” he asks casually.

“oh im working on a school report.”

he nods, “i miss school.” 

“did you.. go to school?”

 he blushes at you embarrassed.

“nonono not like that” you laugh, “im genuinely curious, when you were training did you go to school?”

“i became a trainee after i finished high school so i didn’t have too unlike most trainees.”

you nod, curious. “do you ever think you’ll want to do any future schooling?”

taken a back by your question he thinks for a moment. 

“ i’d like to get a degree in aviation or aeronautical science.”

you look at him shocked. of course idols could be smart, but for some reason the thought never occurred to you here.

“wow...” you say. “that’s so fascinating... for any particular reason? or,”

he chuckles at how surprised you were. “yeah, i’ve always been interested in aircraft and that aspect of science. i tried to start training for a plane license, but it didn’t work at the time. i think i’ll have to wait a bit before i try again.

you know that “didn’t work at the time” meant that sm didn’t let him move forward with his training and “wait a little bit” meant when he was done performing and in his forties.

you decided not to say anything else, if you could just finish your stupid school work, you’d be free to work on your “plan” that with the boys.

“what do you study?” he questions, expecting you to say journalism or english.

“archaeology and linguistics.” you reply, frowning at your hypothetical coliseum excavation report.

“whoa.” he laughs, he was not expecting you to say that. you had to be crazy smart to study archaeology. and linguistics? no wonder you knew chinese you probably knew multiple languages. you were such a mystery it was astounding.

“that’s... um...” before he can embarrass himself even more or trip over words and blush in your face, he remembers why he came to see you in the first place.

“oh, when you get a chance, we wanted to talk to you in our room.”

“sure, i can come now if that’s okay”

he nods and smiles again. so you pack up your laptop. “am i allowed to be in your rooms?” you question.

“well, not exactly. but its not like we’ve never had strangers in there. as long as the staff members don’t come in,” he stops talking and faces forward red cheeked yet again.

because you didn’t have to think too hard on what type of strangers they would let into their bedrooms.

“its okay. i’ll put my hair up in a hat and if any of them come in they’ll just think i’m winwin.”

kun laughs hysterically at this and you grin. you liked making him laugh.

when you entered one of the boys bedrooms it was like you were a convict walking into a court hearing. all of the boys sat stone faced on the beds looking up at you.

then, amidst the thick quiet you hear xiaojun yawn, then winwin punches his exposed stomach for some reason and xiaojun squirms backwards falling on ten who yells hysterically and accidentally hits lucas in the face.

while all this is happening kun doesn’t blink an eye and looks at them with an “im done with these crackheads” look and just stands beside you.

you just stand there wondering how they possibly fit that many grown men onto a single bed.

after they finish whatever they were doing they become stone faced again and you're forced back up to the podium for your trial.

“i brought her here because we decided to talk about the thing” kun says trying to jog their memory.

“what thing?” lucas asks.

“ya i don’t remember anything about that.” hendery adds.

“after the cooking show?” kun says through gritted teeth.

“what cooking show?” hendery says, actually lost.

kun blinks once, twice then pretends like hendery never spoke in the first place.

“we never really discussed the details and our managers shouldn’t be bothering us today. so we wanted to seriously talk about it.”

you nod, like these guys could be serious.

“thanks again for what you did that day,” lucas says, then looking at winwin to say the same. but he pretends not to hear and looks away.

it was fine by you, you didn’t do it for his appraisal, you did it because you wanted to.

the room falls into a kind of stale silence until xiaojun gestures to an electric keyboard resting on their table.

“we hear you can play the piano?”

you death stare ten for telling everyone but he immediately looks away like he has no idea what xiaojun was talking about.

“yes, i use to play a lot more.” 

you really don’t want to play the piano right now. it was a sensitive matter and you’d definitely be awkward.

“can you play it for us?” xiaojun asks

“oh, no i don’t think i can,”

they all start to encourage you to play saying “come on” and “please,”

the piano falls in your lap and you try to protest as they turn it on. your face gets really hot because of this stressful situation. but then you all hear a knock on the door.

“boys? are you in there?”

fear enters everyone's eyes as the manager knocks on the door.

you thought that they weren’t supposed to be here today.

“uuuh just wait a second i’m naked!” yangyang yells.

you look over confused, “ you could’ve just asked him to wait”

before he has time to protest ten grabs you by the arm.

“we have to hide you now!”

“where?”

“i’m just coming to drop off lucas’s jacket he left, and i also wanted to discuss the fan meet  details!” 

“quick!” kun yells, shoving you under the white sheets of the bed closer to the window. as the manager walks in.

“here can i just leave it on the chair?” the manger questions, wondering why ten was lying vertically across the bed.

“um, okay. about the fan meet, the bus schedule has changed to 45 minutes earlier so be ready to leave in the lot at around 9:20.”

he keeps talking about their fan meet details as you majorly overheat under their thick covers. it didnt also help that ten was lying on your stomach literally crushing the air out of your body.

the manager finally leaves after what feels like an eternity and you gasp for air, sitting up.

“aagh!”

they all laugh at you with your messy hair and red face.

“did you really have to lie on my stomach?” ten looks innocently up at you after he rolls down to lie on your upper legs.

“hey i think i did a good job, he didn’t seem to notice anything.”

you stick your tongue out at him in revolt and he tries to grab it so you try to wrestle his hands down to his chest. after you somehow managed to push his hands down, you lean down on his chest as he coughs hysterically.

bet he didn’t like how that felt very much.

the boys were looking at you weirdly. so to break the silence you suggest, “why don’t we finish this in my room? staff members can’t just barge in because i am,”

“not an idol?” yangyang suggests.

“not worth their attention?” winwin adds

“you’re a laaady?” xiaojun says.

“you’re a ghost, like in the sixth sense, where it’s just in the boy’s head, but you’re simultaneously in all of our consciousnesses.” hendery says.

“how come i can touch things then?” you say lifting up ten’s limp arm and then letting it fall back down.

“well... you’re the kind of ghost that has an actual form and..” he trails off and you slowly say,

“ok.... well anyways let’s go there and we can discuss that more later?”

the boys get up and walk outside to enter your room.

you sit on your chair to let the seven boys take the bed. they inspect your room closely.

“wow your room is like way worse than ours.” lucas states looking disgusted around.

“ya you definitely got tricked, this must be a joke.” kun laughs looking at your small quarters.

“umm y/n?” yangyang says while pointing to a white lacy bra you had left on the ground at the foot of your bed.

“oops” you say slightly embarrassed. you go over and put it in your suitcase facing away from them purposely.

“okay,” kun says slightly blushing as well. “now for the details.”

you nod earnestly waiting.

“we want you to write an article about our mismanagement. its okay though, you can do it under a fake name so you won’t be fired, and we’ll give you all the information.”

“we need someone that’s good at writing to make the article readable.” lucas adds.

you laugh for about 30 seconds, and the boys wonder if they said something funny.

“you’re big plan is to write a strongly worded article?”

“well,” ten says. “it would technically be you writing the article.”

“I was going to write a strongly worded article anyways...”

“oh..” xiaojun says defeated. 

“i had something better in mind” you smirk.

they look at you in surprise, you had thought of them.

“do you guys have access to your albums drive on the producers computer?”

“sure” kun replies. “they give us some previews of beats and backtracks for our lyrics. also while yangyang was trying to download animal crossings on a company computer he downloaded a hidden file with the passwords for all sm music producers accounts.” kun glares at yangyang remembering that time.

“what? I didn’t meddle with anything, I could’ve easily adlibbed on sunny side up, but I didn’t because I’m responsible...”

everybody just looks at yangyang for a few seconds before returning to the conversation.

“what i’m suggesting, is you guys make the title track that you’ve always wanted too. do whatever you want, make an amazing track and right as the other title song is about to be released and sent for album production. you switch it out.”

“i don’t know...” winwin states, “wouldn’t they figure it out if they previewed the songs, then we’d be in big trouble.”

“no,” ten says back. “if you’re on the laptop you could just change the file name of the new track to the one they want us to release, and it’d be a single encryption for the producers.”

“how do you know this?” lucas replies.

“yeah you’ve never taken any computer classes hyung.” xiaojun replies.

“hey, we do things a little differently over in thailand. you need to be good a whole bunch of things.” 

“literally one of the only videos that we have of you in thailand is with red spiked hair rapping baby by justin beiber.” hendery yells at ten.

ten’s ears turn red immediately as he yells “okay but i also learned a lot about computers there too!”

“i think you just like to watch a lot of porn on company laptops.” lucas says. 

the boys break out into laughter as ten just slowly nods in agreement.

“do you guys like the idea? we can start working on it right away and I can also release an article on the song so the producers cant recall it.”

“okay.” kun says looking at wayv. “should we do this.” he looks at the others and you feel very out of place so you get up to leave.

“where are you going?” xiaojun asks softly.

“oh, i was just gonna give you guys a minute.” 

the boys look up at you with big round eyes.

“but we want you here.” yangyang says.

“yea, you’re apart of this too y/n, without you we wouldn’t be able to do this.” kun says smiling. 

you feel a large swell of emotions in your stomach at the boys kind words, you sit back down.

“we’re gonna do this.” ten says totally serious.

“we’re gonna do this.” they all respond back nodding.

“yay!” you jump up, “this is gonna be so fun! i can just imagine the coverage this’ll give the article! and you guys of course too is- are important i meant to say that first...” you stopped talking for the good of everyone.

they seem to find it endearing though, as they smile.

“alright then, we’ll start as soon as we get to bejing.” winwin says.

“wait but isn’t that in four days?”

“no y/n, we leave tomorrow, did you not hear the manager, or were you too preoccupied with my big juicy butt?” ten jokes.

“please never refer to your butt as big and juicy again, it was definitely the first one.”

the boys laugh definitely thinking of ten’s butt.

“okay, this has been fun but now i have to pack so..” you say it in a way so the boys would know that they should leave.

“oh, we don’t mind.” lucas says clueless.

“yea you can pack, you really wear the same two sweaters everyday.” winwin says smiling annoyingly.

“okay out for real now, i mean it.” they all get up and leave now, filing out.

they wave to you as they leave and you shut the door promptly. wondering how you got yourself into this mess, and how this was gonna end.

part 5 

[i-the-goddess]

chapter 243 continuation  {part 2}

…

He opened his eyes to a bright light up his head and noises, so much noise like, people talking in a hurry… and.. a familiar voice calling his name..over and over, like waking him up or rather…conforting him, but it was so loud, his ears were so sensitive that they disoriented his stability, but….he wasn’t walking, in fact it looks like he was laying on something, that is also…moving….”ugh so much noise” he thought and closed his eyes yet again and this time, drifting to sleep.

So…thirsty..

-”mm…wa…er…water”

He tried reaching for the cup on his bedside table, he always keep water around.

But the table seems so far and his hand seems not even moving.

What the hell

He opened his eyes and saw a room that did not look like his, not even one bit, it even smelled different, like medicine almost….its medicine.

He frowned and looked around, it was dark but the light form the hallway seeped through illuminating slightly the room.

It was quiet, very quiet. And he, he was freaking out. His heart beat kept on getting faster the moment he realized that every limb in his body is hardly moving. Uncontrollably he started moving his left leg but felt something a bit …heavy..and warm, on top of it.

Suddenly it felt lighter and GuanShan saw a head rising, and a hand squeezing lightly his own….who the fu-

-”guanshan, you’re up ?”

“He tian why are you here ? Why am I here ?” …but all that came out his throat was a soft dry mumble… his throat hurts like hell. He frowned in confusion looking deeply in he tian’s eyes.

The latter looked exhausted but his face lightened up when he saw Mo…frowning.

-”I’ll call the doctor right away, don’t worry little mo, i will be right back”

Once he tian went out the room, he tumed up the light on his way. Mo then had a clear view of his hands, well.. not so clear…he felt his right eye a bit puffy. But his hands were scratched, his knuckles were in bandages and then it hit him. The fight…the thugs…his mother…the beating and the escape…

He remembers it all now…”did i end up in a hospital? Did he tisn bring me here? How?…i …don’t remember…what…what about my mother ?! Did she hear?, oh no…no…..fuck no….i have to call her…. right now…shit”

-”oh you’re awake! ..earlier than expected”…the doctor looked at his watch and smiling gently at the boy

-”how are you feeling? Can you talk ? Hmm…no i guess, well its normal after being choked, the throat swallowed up and got inflamed”

The doctor begins examining the throat from outside, then opening gently the mouth. Mo was quiet and just staring at he tian that was standing near the door, eyeing him softly, while Guanshan is glaring in confusion.

The doctor removed the sheets revealing guanshan’s naked chest that had two bruises. They were slightly purple.

-”the punches did not hit a vital organ luckily and they are not that deep, expect them to fade away in a week or so, what concerns me is the bruised on your back, i believe it’s a bat ?” He turned to he tian that mumbled bitterly “a baseball bat” the doctor nodded and continued examinig Guanshan

-”that hit was serious. It touched your spine, and did some damage to your nervous system, thats why moving your arms and legs feels heavy…the good knew is that you will regain the functions and abilities as per usual within two to three days..right now youre under heavy medication that relieves pain and they can make you more loose, so don’t worry. The injuries won’t be life threatening, two days from now and you can run around again.”

The doctor finished examining the boy and took his leave after mumbling few words to He tian which the boy nodded to.

Once the two  alone in the room. The silence felt heavy. Guanshan had a lot to say but his throat felt closed up which made him even more confused to the point of anger.

-”i told your auntie that you are spending the weekend at my house, so dont  Worry. I’m…not leaving you here alone”

Somehow he tian read the redhead’s mind and…hearing those words made Guanshan a lot less stressed. he sighed relieved and his face relaxed a bit.

He tian walked up slowly to the chair near the bed and sat there. Never breaking their eye contact

-”since you cant talk for a few hours ill take the lead…ill tell you everything that happened….after you dragged me away, we ended up in a place i didn’t know but you collapsed their so i took you to a hospital, by then it was late evening..no its..12:47am …they took care of you and luckily you didnt have any serious injuries” he tian flashed that famous smile at The redHead but Mo knew how fake and mask like that smile looked at the moment. Because he tians face threw it all, he looked very very exhausted, pale white, with a slit up buttom lip that is no longer bleeding, his hair half of it is going in a No-Direction and the other half is stuck to his forehead, his white shirt is barely white anymore and his eyes were blood shot red with a red tiny bruise started forming under his left eye. His knuckle..no in fact his both hands were wrapped in bandages. He looked so…not “he tian-like”…and yet he keeps on that fake smile.

-”wipe …that fakk..e ..fuck..in g…sm..ile…o..off..f”

He tian, who was holding the redhead’s hand was caught off guard.

The smile faded in seconds amd was replaced by the true angst and fear, confusion and hurt. He was in pain, a physical on.

He sighed and buried his head on guanshan’s thigh.

They stayed like that for a good five minutes before he tian started talking again, head still on the redhead’s thigh

-”you…you scared me…when you collapsed..you..you were out cold…i was…so…….afraid”

Clenching his hand even tighter that guanshan felt what he tian was feeling and…it hurt him..too.

A broken afraid he tian was not something he is used to seeing. He didn’t know how to react, mo wanted to comfort him, to tell him its okay, that he is fine and no need to worry. He hated making people worried, or carring, or any form of attention really..that is how he is. He hates people being up his business without permission. But today, he tian broke that invisible red line that guanshan keeps on redrawing over and over for him. Why….why is he always up my business this…fucking….idiot…got injured because of me. I…hate being in dept. Sigh…but he really did…rescue me…i was in a really tough situation, he…Saved Me, Not once.. but twice.

I never understood this guy, what is his intention? What does he want from me ? Does he even “want” something from me? ….being in the face of danger like that for someone…for a ….a friend? Is he really my friend?

Mo tried gathering up a little breath inside his lungs to speak, even though it hurts like hell to do so.

-”thank yo..u….he…..tian..”

He tian lifted his head at the sound of those words. A weak smile appeared on his lips, it was faint but there.

Still holding the redhead’s hand he moved closer. Slowly and gently until his face was inches apart from guanshan’s , the other felt confused, but calm.

Gently, he tian placed his lips on top of guanshan’s forehead, leaving a warm, soft slow kiss. Mo closed his eyes and held his breath. “..this…it feels nice….it feels reassuring….just like..home”

Its weird because it came from he tian,  but it doesn’t feel that bad, in fact it feels good,

He tian then lowered his gaze at guanshan, which the other looked at him in return, both their eyes were in harmony, they both felt what guanshan refused to admit at first…he felt that kind of attraction.

Both beat up, looking so bad that night yet so sexy in each other’s eyes. It could be the hormones or it could be the drugs that the doctor injected but the redhead knew that if it weren’t for the loss of mouvement in his arms , a hand will be deep in he tians hair while the other stroking gently his bruised cheekbone.

His eyes were so fixated on he tians lip. He wanted to lick the cut…to massage it slowly with his lips while his tongue traces the outline of he tian’s lip.

The desire was so clear in his eyes, his face went red, that beautiful blush across his face made he tian want him more and more, he also was confused by that sudden reaction, but he should never- ..in fact he made a promise to never touch redhead without his permission.

Their faces millimeters a part, their heavy breathing mixed up in the tiny space separating their lustfull lips..

-”..can i ..kiss you?”

Closing his eyes slowly, Mo nodded, giving access to he tian.

gently but lustfully he closed the gap between them, while holding each others hand tightly like their lives depended on the only thing keeping them alive…each other.

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“He closed the gap “ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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