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qian kun & gn! reader about summer heat, sharing a bed, non-sexual intimacy, roommates who are “just friends,” lowercase intended word count 2K words

JULY 26 87 degrees 📀 小雨天气 by 苡慧, 嘿人李逵, 十七草

“it’s hot”

your words are just short of a half-hearted groan, slipping through the abrupt ruffle of the sheets as you (poorly attempt) to desperately kick off the comforter from the expanse of your legs. it only takes a second before you're arching your back in the fashion of a cat, stretching out your limbs in search of the only untouched portion of the mattress, toes straining and muscles tight. and when you do find it, relishing in the cold relief of the unexplored fabric, it's a feeling nothing if not short lived, stifled by the heat of your roommate's breath fanning against the side of your neck and the brush of his knuckles against the bare skin of your stomach.

"you’ve said that,”

his reply is spoken in a low, quiet inflection. one barely above a whisper, and yet with the lack of distance, one which deceivingly sounds much louder. kun's words are partnered with the motion of his legs as he attempts to shift to something akin to what you assume to be a more comfortable position--knees knocking against your own and hand retracting from your torso as if he was scalded. cheeks burnt a rosy red, rivaling the heat of summer as he pushes his hair back upon his head with an impassive undertaking.

“i’ll keep saying it,”

he huffs and despite the darkness of the room, you know he's shooting you an incredulous expression. “that won’t make it any less hot,”

“you know what would make it less hot,” you words are acute--directed at him with a acumated accuracy--as you angle your head upwards, slightly grazing his chin as you narrow your eyes at the shadowed frame of his silhouette.

it takes him a moment to find the words, to compose himself enough to muster an actual answer other than an audible gulp. an embarrassingly loud response doubling as a last ditch effort to relieve the sudden dryness in his mouth. “what?”

“if you got out of my bed,”

the noise that leaves kun's mouth can be likened more to a whine than anything else, the hand previously laying upon his forehead falling to rest upon his eyes. “it’s too hot in my room,”

you raise a brow, lips parted and tongue lifted against the sharpened point of canines. your words are drawled, consumed by a sarcasm otherwise suffocated by the casual tone of affection. “so your solution is to sleep in a twin sized bed with your roommate?”

kun's quick to jump to his own defense, parting his fingers and snapping his gaze towards your own. an undertaking which he ultimately, immediately regrets within the first fraction of a second, seeing far too much of those pretty eyes of yours for his voice to remain steady. it takes all his effort (and a calculated cough from the back of his throat) to beholden any shred of faux apathy--lips pursed before reluctantly curving into the beginnings of his softly enunciated consonants. “the couch is uncomfortable,”

a noise that can only ever be interpreted as disbelief is quick to leave your ajar mouth. “more uncomfortable than sleeping on top of me?”

he hesitates, swallowing quickly only to part his lips in the swift beginnings of a further explanation. one that begins only to end with the tensing of his jaw, before repeating the process three times over until your roommate is positively confident that any and all arguments are utterly incomprehensible and inconclusive. he intends to think up some witty remark, something to have you grinning and pushing back on his shoulder (he loves that habit of yours, though ten would argue that kun seems to love everything about you... ) but the only clever rebuttal he summons is:

“… yeah?”

you laugh and for the moment, for the split second in time which his ears ring from the airy, tired expression of your continued amusement at his own expense--he's holding nothing but a puffed up pride from his not-so-witty, very-much-not-so-clever response. (speaking of ears ringing, he might have tinnitus. is it possible to contract it from long term exposure to a roommate who sends him into something just short of cardiac arrest?)

"you don't sound very confident," your tone is a whisper away from mockery, flashing him that crooked and right leaning smile that hes found to be burned into his memory (so burned in fact that even the sher recollection of it makes him feel as if he has been set alight, pun intended). he only hums in return, a reply that spells out defeat in every way but overt words.

and for a few moments, with the lull in your usual back and forth, you're met with nothing but the steady inhale and exhale of your counterpart and the accompanying song of cicadas which thrums through the open windows. it's within this intermission that you find yourself growing ever warmer. though you can't be too sure if it was from the humid heat of july or the ever decreasing distance between you and your roommate--however, you find it safest to assume the former (despite all signs pointing to the latter).

the comfortable silence between the two of you is interrupted only by the shift of your frame, flipping over to face him with a sluggish roll of your shoulders. you're much closer than before, albeit there's more of you on the bed now then off of it, and you tense--body pressed gingerly against his own in a far from subtle affection that has kun about to drop dead on the spot. it's a touch which lingers, as if you're testing the waters, waiting for the inevitable, brash jerk of his stature that never seems to come. "i don't mind it,"

"me? or the heat?"

your answer follows instantly, like you were expecting the question. a reply made with no hesitation, almost as if there was no thought behind it at all. "the heat,"

"and me?" you've known kun long enough to be familiar with the slight tremble in the inflection of his voice, the way his tone darts upwards at the end of his sentences and the nervous swallow between each word. all things present here, all found within two measly syllables--spoken with such an unbridled anticipation that you nearly kiss him tell him then and there (perhaps you're getting overheated, a twin bed is much, much too small).

"honest answer? or a funny one?"

kun pauses, tongue caught between puffy lips as he considers his options. his eyes roll over the details of the ceiling, carefully selecting his vocabulary and drawing out his response for fear of all the wrong words spilling out. words that detail just exactly how much you've occupied his every waking thought, that express in every detail how he's thinking of you right now (a series of sentiments that are in no shape or form anything that just a roommate would feel). "funny, then honest,"

you shrug, shoulders brushing against his own as you offer him a seemingly disinterested countenance--one disrupted only by the slightest, upwards tug at the corner of your lips. "you're tolerable,"

he scoffs, thrusting an accusatory finger in your direction. one that begins with a high velocity only to falter backwards, much to close to nearly poking out your eye. the proximity is unprecedented, intimate, and he finds himself struggling to adjust to it (though he'd like too, get used to it that is--a thought that has the tip of his ears painted a charming shade of crimson). "if i'm tolerable, i can't imagine what ten is to you,"

you laugh and once more, kun finds himself attempting to commit it to memory. there's something different about it here, perhaps the closeness, perhaps the muddied humidity of the weather thats drenched itself over your sickeningly sweet, songbird intonation. or perhaps it's the way he can feel your chest shake with the vibrado of your entertainment or the details of your face (the way your eyelashes stick to your cheek, the crease of your brow, and the soft crescents that tug at the corner of your eyes). "do you really want to know?"

your tone is playful, question poised in between the beginnings of your snickering. a reception originated from the soft snarl on your roommate's lips and the ever-obvious widening of his eyes. an expression all too familiar in the confines of conversation about ten lee. the same ten lee who is a little too sweet on you for kun's liking and whom you seem to favor more than anyone else in your apartment's social circle. the same ten lee who knows this fact drives kun up the wall (and then some) and who uses this to his utter advantage (and amusement).

"no, no, don't tell me," kun corrects (though his dismissal sounds as if it's a hair away from begging) with the click of his tongue and a lazy flick of his wrist, waving off your taunt with no more than a dissatisfied huff, "i don't want to hear it,"

you quirk a brow, tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek (another habit that kun is endeared too, one that makes his head spin and his knees feel weak). "afraid it's something good?"

his answer is immediate, an earnest confession made with no equivocation but only the barest bones of irritation (one garnered from the thought of your affection being directed at the cat-like blonde rather than himself ... completely normal for roommates, right?). "yes,"

in every depiction of how this conversation was going to go, you certainly never expected a straightforward, blunt answer from kun. or at least, not one that made your stomach plummet to your knees and your heart beat five times too fast. you might be suffering from a rapidly onset case of heat exhaustion, maybe sun poisoning? one look at his expression--eyes half lidded and brows furrowed to sit upon the slender bridge of his nose--says otherwise.

perhaps it's his own searing honesty (one that makes you feel much hotter than the weather does) or the soft, ardent tone of his reply but you find yourself posing him another question--one framed around a quieter, more tender lilt. "well do you want your honest answer?"

"as long as it's better than ten's,"

in any other scenario, you would jump at the chance to tease him. to hold his schoolboy-esque jealously over his head in a light-hearted triumph. to bring it up in any and every further conversation, only for the sake of pricking at his pride and to earn nothing but taunting grins and laughter from yourself. but when you try, when the words lay on the tip of your tongue ready to be spat out with a dizzying purr, you find yourself unable to find them. or say them. or anything with the way he's looking at you. an expression that screams impatience and an adoration that goes straight to your head--dizzying you to a degree of nausea (or butterflies fluttering against the walls of your stomach, the more likely yet less inclined explanation).

"i think you're my favorite,"

kun blinks slowly at you, tilting his head on his shoulder to get a better look, to determine if you were teasing (an outcome he dreads more than honesty). there's a smile toying at the edges of his lips, pulling up into a softened, tired grin. black eyelashes fawn against his cheeks, strands of platinum blonde falling before his eyes as he speaks. "your favorite what? roommate? because you only have on--"

"everything,"

you think you can pinpoint the exact moment when his breathe catches in his throat, a short-lived, choked sputter of a response that drags both him and you into an underlying, all consuming silence. one interwoven with the trill of the cicadas and the trembling, spontaneous steps of the curtains, locked in an undying trot with the july breeze.

"it's hot,"

you huff. "i've been saying that,"

he shifts, dropping his hand from his face to rest upon yours. it's a movement made with no indecision, no pause or procrastination. a gentle, delicate endearment emphasized by the threading of his fingers between your own. kun's words are quiet, a clarifying correction that only serves to worsen the flustered state of his countenance. "i feel hot,"

"yeah," you return, squeezing his hand against your own, "me too,"

taglist. @evilsailorsenshi @firstdonutllamafarm @222brainrot @scinclaitnoir @yangasm thank you for all your support and love! ♡

🗯️ if there are ever two things i am absolutely obsessed over and crushed by, it's kun and summer. the latter of which everyone on this account is about to be made painfully aware of with the 10+ timestamp works in progress in my drafts that are all summer centered. i'm so endeared to kun, i am just so fond of him (·•᷄∩•᷅ ) so i hope that (and the sweetness of the mundane) was conveyed well here. this was also supposed to be no more than a couple hundred words ... but it's practically a short form (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง i got a little overtaken by it ...

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ilwonuu · 25 days

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kun being all soft with you and his members seeing it and making fun of him for it

yes yes thank you for ur request!! i need to see more kun stuff so thank you sm for this. i love this little drabble!!! lmk what u think<3

soft spot for you

↬ qian kun

𓇚 pairing- idol!kun x fem!reader, friends or lovers?????

𓇚 warnings- not much just mentions how soft he is for u<3, yangyang & ten annoying kun!!!, lmk if i missed something

𓇚 a/n- help i literally said idk if i was gonna post something else but i literally forgot i had this ready to post???? my brain is all over anyways hopefully i will post the hongjoong fic tonight but if not def tmr!!! ily all<3

kun has always been nice and polite to everyone but especially with you. always doing things for you that he wouldn’t for his members.

yangyang brought it up to him as ten just watched like it was the most entertaining thing. kun shook off yangyang teasing remarks. yangyang claiming how sweet he is to you and not to them.

his fake pouts just making kun more annoyed with his remarks. “it’s just- not true.” kun looks away from boy with hopes to change the subject.

“you know it’s not a bad thing- i bet she thinks it cute.” ten chimes in, trying to make him feel somewhat more comfortable but his mocking tone doesn’t really help.

“you guys are seriously annoying! i don’t- i just have a soft spot for her.” he admits sitting back in his seat with a sigh. “finally you admit it. we know! we can see with how cute you are to her aw so cute.” kun rolls his eyes at yangyang shooting him a glare after.

“shut up.” yangyang laughs with ten but quickly stopping when you enter the room. “hi guys- hope it’s okay that i came over a little earlier.” you smile taking a seat next to kun.

he doesn’t want to smile to big at the small gesture but he can’t help it. “no- you came at the perfect time.” he responds with a smile. yangyang and ten giving each other amused looks at his actions, know they will love to tease him just a little more later.

#qian kun #kun nct #wayv x reader #wayv #nct wayv #wayv kun #kun wayv #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct kun #wayv scenarios

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pink-horizon · 8 months

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춳🥐 : 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 ! ˎˊ˗ੈ

۪ ݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 ݁ ۪ ୧

#kun wayv #kun icons #kun nct #icons #layouts #layout #moodboard #messy layouts #kpop layouts #random moodboard #kpop moodboard #kpop #soft moodboard #film camera #green moodboard #kpop packs #kpop icons #kpop pfp

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yizaicons · 4 months

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✦ random icons 💬 like/reblog if use ✦ psd cacao + yves por @colour-source

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tigermark · 3 months

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Here are some ideas that you can pick hehe:

NCT 127: Randomly calling them daddy. Like for example they’ll text you, “Hey babe what’s up?” “nothing much” “wanna grab something to eat?” “Okay daddy” jaehyun and doyoung would be funny I can feel it

WayV: Asking them hypothetical questions. Example: “What would you do if I became a dragon?” or “Would you still love me if I was a frog?” These types of outlandish questions

NCT Dream: texting them, “You look like you can’t swim” you know that trend? Lmao the guys get all defensive after their girlfriends or female loved ones tell them this hehe

Anyway, I hope you like at least one of these 🥹 you don’t have to write all of them. I just wanted to give you some options!

doing the wayv one, tysm for requesting!!!

asking wayv what they would do if you turned into a bug‧₊˚♡彡

genre : fluff

tw : established relationships, bugs mentioned (obvi), mention of death, cursing

#tigermark #nct #wayv #nct fluff #wayv fluff #kun nct #ten nct #winwin nct #xiaojun nct #hendery nct #yangyang nct #kpop

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aewinse · 2 months

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ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪs? sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs

ʜᴀʟғᴡᴀʏ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ, ʏᴇᴀʜ, ɪ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ, ʏᴇᴀʜ

── ۪ ♡ ۫ Kᴜɴ Mᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ

#qian kun wayv #kun wayv #kun aesthetic #kun moodboard #kun nct #nct kun #wayv kun #nct moodboard #wayv moodboard #aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #moodboard #kpop aesthetic #kpop #kpop moodboard #messy moodboard #alternative moodboard #wayv #nct

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kpop-locks · 1 month

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꒰ ˀˀ ↷ kun; simple ”♡ᵎ ꒱

like/reblog | @chinzhilla-edits

don’t repost our work or claim it as yours

#maju #kun #kun lockscreen #kun lockscreens #kun edit #kun edits #kun wallpaper #kun wallpapers #kun nct #nct u #wayv #qian kun

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sexybombom · 7 months

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Kun x leitora

tw: fofinho pq o kun é muito husband material e a gente ama ele, acho que mais nada, é mencionado que a leitora chora mas nada de especial

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞

Você se sentia relaxada enquanto o vento leve fazia seus cabelos roçarem em seu rosto ainda inchado pelas lágrimas que rolaram nele mais cedo.

Você chegou hoje em sua casa e reparou em como estava cansada, muito cansada. Cansada com as reclamações e as tarefas pesadas em seu emprego, você dava o seu máximo para dar tudo certo e mesmo assim ainda implicavam. Insistiu que estava tudo bem e foi ajeitar a cozinha depois de preparar um lanchinho da tarde para si mesma.

Esperou por algumas horas e ouviu o rodar da chave na porta do apartamento indicando que seu namorado teria acabado de chegar.

E você tentou, mas quando ele viu seus sorrisos forçados e seus olhos cansados ele tirou a mochila de suas costas, e já foi chamando você para o sofá junto dele.

Só bastou ele perguntar o que estava te chateando que você já desabou em lágrimas.

Ele fez de tudo para te acalmar, conversaram sobre o que te incomodava, ele te fez uma massagem, te preparou um chá de limão que era seu favorito e colocou você sentada no colo te dando o abraço mais quentinho e confortável que já recebeu.

No entanto, só se sentiu totalmente bem quando ele perguntou: "Quer dar uma volta, meu amor?"

E agora se encontrava ali, no carro que ia lento saindo aos poucos do centro da cidade.

Ouvia o som da música saindo do rádio baixinho, a melodia era confortante e te deixava melhor com tudo, sua mente estava um pouco mais leve.

Então sentiu o carro parando aos poucos e viu Seul inteira a baixo de si, as diversas e variadas luzes, vermelhas, verdes, brancas, amarelas.

Permaneceu ali sentada observando a vista tão concentrada que não sentiu Kun abrindo a porta, saindo indo direção da sua e a abrindo também para você. Olhou para ele e agarrou a mão que estava esticada em sua direção.

O contato da sua mão gelada com a quente dele fez leve choques percorrerem seu corpo.

Ele a levou até o capô do carro, se sentou ali e te colocou no colo dele, novamente.

Se sentiu confortável, segura, amada...

Sentia tudo de bom quando tinha ele ao seu lado.

E seria assim até o fim, ele do seu lado, e você do dele.

Para sempre.

#nct #WayV #kun #qian kun #kun nct #cute #female reader #sexybombom

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bgarchivee · 14 days

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kun (nct/wayv)

#kun #kun wayv #kun nct #wayv #nct #nctinc #wayvnet #wayvsource #kboys #kboysnet #bgnet #bgnetwork #bgarchivee #malegroupsnet #era: on my youth

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deryloft · 8 months

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deryport · 3 months

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📆 24/01 · intruder · feita para mim · caso se inspire, credite-me.

#capista #capa para fic #capa para fanfic #capa para spirit #hendery do darwin #600×400 #capa para social spirit #capa dark #capa terror #capa de fanfic #qian kun #kun nct

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momodoesposts · 1 year

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shark week, a hendery fanfic

Hendery x reader

Afab reader

Word count: 1,620

Tw: period cramps, mention of pain,curse words, hendery is a jack ass, sexual jokes, mention of oral (nothing happens), ten is a cockblock, kun is embarrassed

You groan in pain at what feels like a knife twisting in your stomach. Every month you underestimate how badly cramps hurt and regret not going to the doctor's office for prescribed medicine because you're curled up on the bed, groaning and shivering in agony. You grip the plushie that your boyfriend got you, cursing yourself for letting the pain get to you.

Suddenly the door bursts open, an excitable Hendery bursting in. You squint at him, confused at the sudden intrusion.

As soon as he catches your eyes, he jumps on the bed and wraps his arms around you, tickling your sides. "Pookie! I missed you-!" there he goes again, using that god-awful nickname again.

You push your boyfriend off of you, glaring daggers at him. Hendery holds his hands up defensively. "Woah, who peed in your cereal?" he teases, poking at your sides again.

"Babe, I'm just in a lot of pain, okay? So, please, for the love of god, stop-!" you shove his hands off you, resulting in him pouting at you.

"Just take an Advil or something? I want to put plastic wrap in front of Xiaojun's door; come on!" he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, and you smack his hands.

"Leave me alone, please!" you retreat under the blankets, groaning in pain.

He quirks an eyebrow, leaning over you and hovering his face a few inches from yours with wide eyes. "Babbyyy, what's wrong? Just tell meee."

You sigh, turning away from him. "I'm on my period."

His mouth forms an 'o' shape as he drapes his arm over your body and lays behind you, effectively spooning you. "I see…" he mumbles. "So… you're in pain."

"No shit dumbass."

He sighs. "When did you get it?"

"Today, the first day is always the worst."

"Ah, when did you get it for the first time?"

"I was eleven or twelve, why?" you question.

"Just wondering."

So you stayed there with your boyfriend's arms wrapped around you, his presence helping you cope. You were drifting off when he suddenly gasped.

"Y/N…." he whispered, turning you around to face him. He held your shoulders and stared at you with wide eyes.

"Baby? What's wrong?" you felt worried seeing his face like this.

He took a few deep breaths.

"I-I'm 23…" he whispered.

“Yeah..?" you countered, even more, confused now.

"Babe. I'm late."

"…for what?"

"I'm twelve years late! I was supposed to get my period twelve years ago! Do you know what this means?!"

You opened your mouth to scold him, but he clasped his hand over your mouth.

“Babe, we're pregnant!" he said, eyes sparkling. "I can't wait for us to raise our first child," he pretends to wipe a tear from his eye as he puts your hand on his stomach.

"Do you feel it kicking?"

You shoved his hand off of your mouth. "You dumb ass!" you throw the plushie at him, pulling him off the bed while he yelps.

"Babe- wait-I'm sorry it was a joke-!"

You slam the door on him, locking it behind his figure. Then, with a deep sigh, you return to your bed, curling up in a ball. You lay your head down to close your eyes and go to sleep when you hear your phone buzz.

dumbass <3

-Babbyyyyy immm sorrrryyy let me innnn

-I miss u

-pls

-I was just so excited abt our baby

- TT

You scoff at his messages and watch as more come flooding in.

dumbass <3

-u r making me sad

-come on pookie

-don't make daddy angy

-grrrr

"WONG KUN-HANG, DO NOT MAKE ME BLOCK YOUR NUMBER!" you scream at him through the door, sighing.

You lay on your back and stare at the ceiling. He could be such a pain, but you loved him. Even though he was such a stupid, stupid guy who took every opportunity to get on your nerves.

You hear a scraping at the door and over as a note slides through the bottom. In scribbled handwriting, it says, "I am sorry, really. Please let me in.", complete with an awful drawing of what you can only assume is him crying.

With a groan, you get up and open the door, staring at your boyfriend with a blank face.

He smiles wide and barges in, arms full of what he will refer to as "supplies."

"Okay baby, just lay down and nurse Hendery will take care of you!"

"You could have been a doctor, and yet you chose to be a nurse," you question, returning to bed and staring at him.

He presses a heating pack to your belly, making sure to be gentle with you.

"Don't underestimate the nurses of this world, Y/N, they're angels on earth and here you are disrespecting them." he wiped a piece of hair out of your face.

"Listen, listen, my sisters taught me how to care for a girl when she's enduring shark week. So I'm basically an expert." he uses his fingers to gently turn your chin to face him as he sits in bed next to you.

"You do realize I kicked you out just a few minutes ago, right?"

"Shhh," he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, but before you could reciprocate, he pressed a piece of chocolate against your lips, making you furrow your brows before biting.

"Good girl!" he teased, snuggling into your side, taking the remote, and turning on your favorite movie.

You didn't mind this; you were feeling better thanks to the heating pad and his snuggles. Not that you would admit it.

"I heard that getting head relieves period cramps," he suddenly said, chin high in the air as though he was proud to know this fact.

You just stared ahead in shock, not at all expecting that.

"Come on baby, let's try it!" he began quickly kissing your jawline, trailing up and nibbling at your ear.

You shuddered in response, a soft gasp leaving your lips as he trailed kisses down your neck, gently moving the blanket off your legs.

"Hendery, stop… the others are home, don't…." you whisper.

"What was that baby? Are you afraid I'll make you feel too good?" he said, smirking as he lowered his head between your legs, pulling at the hem of your shorts.

Though your body said yes, your mind knew the other members were home. Yet, there he was, smiling up at you.

The door creaking open made you both turn your heads toward the sound. There stood Ten, holding Louis. You can vaguely see what looks like a mortified Kun behind him, but he quickly retreats after seeing the two of you in such a lewd position.

"Oh, am I interrupting something?" he asked calmly, looking between you two.

"Ye-"

"No, not at all." you gently push Hendery's head away with your knee.

"What's up?", you asked.

Ten walks in and sits down next to you, showing off the cat he is so proud of. "Look, I got him a hat!" he says, grinning as he cuddles into your side, Louis retreating into your lap.

"Ooh, we're watching a movie?" Ten asks, somehow making himself even more comfortable.

"No, my girlfriend and I are watching a movie."

Ten stares at the TV, "Right, and now your girlfriend, you and I are watching a movie.", he restates with a cheeky grin.

Hendery takes up his spot on your other side, petting Louis with a permanent frown. You should be leaning on him, not Ten; he's your boyfriend, him, Hendery!

You hear another meow and see Leon opening the door, jumping up and curling up in your frustrated boyfriend's lap as Ten coos at sight.

"This is not the kind of pussy I wanted.", Hendery groans, leaning his head back.

You and Ten shares a look before laughing at his frustration. You kiss his cheek, which he quickly redirects to his lips. The two of you spend a moment with your mouths moving against each other before Ten tells you two to get a room.

"We tried to!", Hendery says, swatting at the older boy.

BONUS

After a few hours, the two boys had fallen asleep, and you left the room to get a glass of water. You see the other members on the couch, playing a console game you didn't care to check on. As you remove the cup from the cabinet, you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

You turn to see Kun, whose ears have turned bright red.

"Hey!" you greet him.

He shifts awkwardly. "Listen, um, I saw you and Hendery earlier and… I just want to like make sure you know that you guys are staying safe and using protection."

You turn bright red and are rendered speechless.

"Especially if Ten is going to be joining you—"

You hear a gasp and watch Yangyang enter your room, finding the two sleeping boys.

Next thing you know, Hendery runs into the kitchen, half asleep but ready to fight, as he holds his fists up to Kun.

"Are you after my girl, Qian, huh?! Are you?!" he says, circling him and jumping around like a madman. "You pervert! Talking to my girlfriend about sex!"

Kun holds his hands up, looking at you for help. Meanwhile, Xiaojun and Winwin stare at the scene in shock as Ten takes a video of the scene in front of him, and Yangyang cackles.

You pull your boyfriend away, smacking him gently.

That video would end up in the hands of Johnny, who would send it to Mark, and the next thing you knew, Sungchan was texting you asking why Hendery was so mad.

God, those boys were nosy gossips.

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hi!! i’ve been thinking about how kun is the perfect husband and i love your fics so if you’re comfortable with it, can you write something soft with husband kun? 🥺

All for Love

Qian Kun x Male Reader

The restaurant is empty. Except for the two of you and the three servers you managed to spot every now and then. It’s a cozy fit—the circle table in between the two of you seemed only large enough to fit two medium plates and just maybe the tallest glasses the restaurant had. Regardless—you enjoyed how intimate the setting was. The red rose that sat in the glass vase in the middle of the table illuminated by the bulb right over the table. The quietest violin playing overhead. And Kun’s foot kicking yours subconsciously under the table—as if it was normal.

And it was. Playing footsies under the table was just one of the signs that Kun was comfortable with you. It reminded you of the first time he did it. The two of you were on your fifth date—a little awkward still but growing fond of each other nonetheless.

It has been so long since then. You’ve lost count on how many dates you’ve had even after the two of you had gotten married.

“What are you thinking about?” Kun’s soft voice draws you away from your memories. You reach your hand towards his, interlacing your fingers with his long ones on top of the smooth table. He gives you a smile, one that reaches his eyes and puffs out the apples of his cheeks.

“Our fifth date.” You play with the ring on his finger. It’s simple—smooth all around with nothing that stands out just like the one on your left hand. Only the two of you knew about the engraving on the inside of the ring, however. It was like your own little secret. “It was when you started being affection with me you know?” Kun nods slowly as if he were trying to remember how the two of you used to interact just a few years ago. “I can’t believe we’re married… it feels like a dream.”

“Or a nightmare.” You kick his ankle—not too hard—but hard enough to where he pouts and whines dramatically. “I’m kidding. You know I wanted to marry you after our first date.” You let your eyebrows shoot up to your hair, squeezing his hand still as if it were a sensory toy. “I can’t even bring myself to believe that, I don’t know why I said it.”

The two of you share a laugh, the mood settling into a comfortable silence again as the food was finally placed in front of you. Wordlessly the two of you take food from each other’s plates at the same time, giggling together with how in sync you were. Kun unfolds the napkin in front of you, reaching over to place it around the collar of your (‪f/c‬) buttoned up shirt. You held your breath as his fingers brushed your neck, exhaling slowly whenever he brought his fingers to straighten out the bottom of the fabric.

“So chivalrous.” And it was true. Kun was always quick on his feet to open any door you encountered. Any chair you were going to be sitting on, he made sure he was there to pull it out just enough. This behavior only increased after the two of you got married.

Even when he needed to be at work earlier than his usual time he would leave out your favorite mug next to a full pot of coffee still warm on the counter. Always made sure your home slippers were ready by the foot of the bed whenever you decided to get up for the day. You admired this of him deeply—that he knew you well enough to do things you’d usually forget about.

The dinner was spent mostly in silence. Conversation sparking as soon as the two of you finished stacking nearly empty plates on top of each other and scooting them to the side.

“(Y/n).” You place your (e/c) eyes on him, his face unreadable. “Before they bring dessert out, I want to say that these past three years we’ve spent as husbands have been my favorite years so far. Nothing comes close to having you as a partner. You are so thoughtful and careful in everything you do that sometimes you don’t even see it.” Kun inhales slowly, now being the one that reaches out to hold your hand—which you gladly comply with. “You make life worth living, (Y/n). You have no idea how much your little updates throughout the day brighten me up at work whenever I’m stressed about something silly. Everything seems so minuscule whenever you’re there encouraging me.”

“I know that being married didn’t change much about our relationship besides the fact that we have these cool rings and we’re official on government paperwork—but it’s just the last step. We’re not done growing but we’re done with looking for labels for us. Husbands just makes sense, don’t you think?” He doesn’t give you an opportunity to reply, only allows you to nod as he continues. “Happy anniversary, my love. I hope that you still like me.”

And for some reason, that does it for you. You blink a few tears down your cheek, laughing into your hand.

“I love you so much, you idiot.” You get up to kneel in front of him, reminiscent of when the proposal happened—funnily enough at the same restaurant. He turns sideways in his chair, holding back his own tears for now. “I will always love you, Kun. And I hate you for not telling me that we were practically renewing our vows today because I could’ve come up with some really awesome stuff that I couldn’t think of at our wedding day.” You take both of his hands in yours, kissing one at a time. “Should we renew our vows for the next one.”

Kun looks down at you curiously, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“You’re already thinking of next year? Do you think I’ll be able to put up with you for that much longer.” Another fit of laughter erupts as you struggled to get up and find your balance. Kun pulls you to sit on his lap as he tucks a loose strand of (h/c) hair behind your ear. “Happy anniversary, again.”

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