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kpopmalereader · 4 years

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mornin’ ; won kunhang

• summary: you and hendery sleep in the same bed for the first time • pairing: won kunhang x male!reader • word count: 689 • to do

“Hey,” Hendery attempts to pull your book out of your hands. “At this point, hun, I think you’re yawning more often than you’re not.”

You shake your head and grab the book back. You turn away, back facing him. “A few more pages…” You hunch over, eyes inches from the page. “Or maybe another chapter.”

“No, the mystery of whatever might happen in your book can wait until the morning.” He takes the book gently then half-throws it on the table beside your bed. “It’s after midnight, you should get to bed. Don’t make me take it with me.”

“Wait!” You try to catch it, leaning over Hendery until your arms hang off the bed. “My page number, Hen.”

“I put your bookmark in when I closed it.” He kisses your head and pushes you off. “Get some sleep while I’m gone.”

You shake your head and sit up. “You said it was after midnight, you shouldn’t walk alone this late.”

Hendery stretches his back. “Alright, couch it is.”

You sigh. You look up at him, on the edge of saying something. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Something on your mind?”

You hesitate before offering. “You could sleep here.”

“I don’t want a backache from your floor.”

You open and close your mouth. You scrunch your nose, chest tightening. “I meant, sleep here. In my bed.”

Hendery’s eyes widen and his body stills. A small grin is close to breaking out.

“I understand if you don’t want to!” You nod your head and try to save yourself from any embarrassment. “I don’t want to pressure you.”

He’s still partially stiff as he thinks it over, but his smile is in full view. You’re looking at him with a hopeful but hesitant expression and he knows you didn’t mean anything less than family-friendly by the statement.

Both of you are each other’s first “serious” relationship. You have been or will be most firsts. You were warned about moving too quickly by most people you told about your relationship and it’s caused both of you to be pretty cautious. This means you haven’t slept in the same bed except for one of you napping while the other sits on their phone.

You avert your eyes. “I’m not trying to do anything. I just don’t think it’s fair that you have to sleep on the couch.”

He kisses your forehead and nods. “I know you’re not trying to do anything dastardly.”

“Dastardly?” You ask.

He ignores your question. “Get dressed. I’ll grab some clothes and text the guys, so they know not to wait up.”

You smile and nod, breathing out when he walks out the door.

When you both finally laid down and got settled in you were still slightly tense and nervous but tried to move through it. You found a semi-comfortable position for you both to lay in and fell asleep mostly pain-free.

Waking up, neither of you were in the same position. You were more relaxed and strewn over each other than you were the previous night. The blanket is pulled tight over you, your legs looped together, and hair stuck to your face. He wakes up first, startling when he sees your face so close but relaxing when it sets in as you. He doesn’t want to wake you quite yet but him pulling you closer isn’t enough to counteract his jerky movement.

“Mornin’” His voice is tired and his eyes are still closed.

You mumble something you can’t even comprehend, nodding your head.

“Sure.” He agrees. He smiles and pulls your hair away from your mouth. “You drool when you sleep.”

“No.” You shake your head.

He argues. “Yes. I’m sure I find it endearing.”

“Didya sleep… okay?” You ask, blinking the sleep away while wanting to dive further into it.

He nods, a gentle smile on his face. “I’ve never seen you this deep in sleep. Normally you’re pretty awake when I see you. I can get used to it.”

What he’s saying doesn’t completely register but you nod regardless. He kisses your forehead twice.

“Yeah, I can definitely get used to this.”

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pillowfluffs · 4 years

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NCT Short Stories // 3 (HY)

Their voices began to muddle into a giant blur of sound. Some members plus you sat all around the new kitchen of their new dorm, spending quality time together. It felt nice to see them since the last time was before they went on a world tour and Hendery was with WayV in China. They were just about finished eating the massive amount of food they all had agreed to order together and you had eaten your fill.

Hendery gently held one of yours beneath the table as they shared memories from the tour and China. A sudden wave of tiredness and dizziness took over your head, making it hard to focus on the story. You sat still, looking at one particular thing and controlled your breathing, hoping it was just a brief thing and then you would be fine, but it somehow got worse. You slowly leaned forward and rested your chin on your other arm, refusing to release Hendery’s hand in your other.

You took a breather, resting face down, closing your eyes, trying your best to surprise the sudden dizziness. The others began to get up from the table, cleaning up after themselves and began to clean up before moving on to other activities with the others throughout the dorm.

“Hey, you okay?” He gently rubbed your back, leaning close to you. “What’s wrong?”

“My head really hurts…” you spoke barely audible, hoping it wouldn't get worse.

“Here, look at me?” You slowly did as he said, meeting his bright eyes. He gave you a small smile as he leaned closer, pressing his hand to your forehead. “You’re a bit warmer than normal. Let’s go lay down, hm?”

You were able to smile through everything with Hendery by your side. He was your own little sunshine on Earth and you never wanted him to go away.

He led you down the spacious hallways, always looking back to you, smiling every time your eyes met his. He turned at the second to last room down the hall, entering his room. It was cozy with a single bed in a corner and a couch with a little table on the side.

He guided you to his bed, moving the blanket and letting you lay down. Before he got in himself, he went back to the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Kun asked as he approached the room. “Is everything alright?”

“Y/N isn’t feeling too good, so I’m just gonna stay with them and let them sleep,” he said softly as he closed the door, brushing away Kun’s worries. He approached you, adoring the way you looked in his bed and got in, snuggling close to you. It only took a few moments before you fell asleep in his arms, and he followed you shortly after.

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Final Draft made: July 8, 2019 at 1:42am EST Posted: January 27, 2020 at 5:00pm EST

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nobodylikeyunaa · 5 years

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[16:31] your leg bounced anxiously as you wait for your flight to take off, your hands shaking in your lap. hendery sits quietly next to you, giving you small little glances that you never seem to catch. he gently places his large hand over yours, letting you know you can grip it as hard as you want as your plane starts to take off.

#i wish i had hendery on my flight tomorrow 😔#hendery #won kunhang #wayv #nct #wayv hendery #hendery x reader #nct blurb #nct fluff #nct imagine #wayv fluff #wayv x reader #nct x reader #wayv imagine #wayv blurb #kpop #kpop imagine #nct soft hours #fanfic

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wincore · 4 years

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sweet tooth | dong sicheng

pairing: vampire!sicheng x reader

words: 2.8k

summary: out of all the inconveniences a vampire boyfriend could pose, there’s about two tonight: a) him losing it at the next person who compliments his fangs, or b) you losing it at sicheng’s 100% blood alcohol content

genre: vampire!au, boyfriend!au, college!au, (tooth-rotting) fluff, comfort, humour

warning(s): mentions of blood, alcohol consumption, college halloween parties

song rec(s): candy - baekhyun // wish you were sober - conan gray

a/n: let’s pretend it’s halloween pls <3 also im sorry it’s so short and more drabble-ish but i wanted to write something gentle and comforting so!!! yeah ^^ also there is no plot. eep.

It’s two in the morning.

Or rather, it feels like two in the morning.

A frat party is a horrible substitute for an actual Halloween party. The alcohol content is through the roof and the number of pairs making out is enough to make you feel queasy. You never knew horror themes had the innate ability to make people so flagrantly horny—you’re half glad you’re not, god forbid, single. Most of your friends were too busy, however, to organize the close-knit party you usually have each year—so here you are, with an invitation from a friend of a friend (of a friend). Your boyfriend might be the only one feeling more out of place than you are.

You glance at Sicheng from the pool table, the cup frozen against his lips while his eyes scan the room from corner to corner. You don’t do crowds and neither does he; though he does have the unwitting ability to charm any crowd he’s in. You’re not quite sure if he’s still unaware of that.

You watch as a girl you can easily recognize from your campus approach him, all smiles and giggles. She says something and you scoff, almost completely certain about what it is she said.

Sicheng might be unaware of it—but you are, and painfully so.

She looks at him starry-eyed and the scent of rum wafting around her. A part of her jacket is off her shoulder, a faint blush covering her cheeks that you can spot even under the dim lights. She’s definitely flirting—you know that because rumours go around faster than assignments in this university. Choi Joohee has a very public, very open crush on your boyfriend.

It’s not like it bothers you. Not at all.

Just a little bit.

Jealousy has never been your thing and you’re half certain what you’re feeling isn’t even jealousy—just a taste of alcohol and the proximity of a Halloween house party.

Speaking of which, the only thing harrowing about this place is the amount of alcohol everyone seems to be consuming—including your boyfriend. Ten dragged Yukhei home a while ago and a part of you is still not confident enough to handle a boyfriend with very pointy fangs and midnight cravings for blood (or juice, as Ten disgustingly phrases it).

Sicheng nods along to something Joohee asks, an eyebrow raised quizzically on her and you assume he’s been zoning out the whole time. The urge to laugh surfaces and you swallow it whole. He’s so cute, even in this state. The lights dance across his face; candy blue, rich purple, saccharine red. The colours don’t help him stand any straighter, or slur his words any less.

You think it’s time to help your boyfriend out. However, the moment you walk through the swarms over to them, Joohee’s face sours. Of course, as the only competition (is it a competition if you’ve already won?) to the object of her affections, you don’t rank too high in her books. It made you a little upset at first, but you got used to it. (“She’ll get over it,” Sicheng had reassured several times. “Don’t worry.”)

People grow, and with that thought, you let it be.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Joohee tells Sicheng and walks away, like he’s supposed to follow her.

You roll your eyes and turn to Sicheng, who’s had a very delayed response to Joohee’s departure. His head is tilted to the side, eyes half-lidded and you’re almost afraid he’s going to drop to the floor right there and then. This is bad. The thing about vampires is that they absolutely should not, under any circumstance, have alcohol. Calling your boyfriend a lightweight is beyond an understatement.

“Sicheng,” you call softly.

He turns to you, taking a moment to process, before pulling his lips into a wide smile. His fangs poke out even when he presses his lips back together, a contemplatory look over him.

“I thought you left me here.” He forces a sardonic smile.

Drunk off his ass and Sicheng still manages to be annoyingly sarcastic.

You open your mouth and close it again. It’s not like you can chide him without letting your fondness show. The Adonis features that grace his face don’t help. Flushed all the way to the neck, a drunk Dong Sicheng is very rare. The last time this happened must have been at least two years ago (and though you weren’t there then, the way Ten and Kun freeze up at the slightest mention, you decided to not ask).

“Why did you drink?” you ask, huffing. “You can’t even smell alcohol.”

There’s a short pause.

“Because you were ignoring me,” he replies, leaning in.

Heat washes into your cheeks. You forgot how unrestrained he gets with alcohol in his system.

Sicheng seems to have enough consciousness left in him to feel somewhat embarrassed, standing up straight and fiddling with his thumbs. You slip your hand into his without delay and pull, trying your best to navigate through the crowd. Is an ordinary Halloween party too much to ask for? Just when you can finally spot the front door, Sicheng stops abruptly, making you stumble backwards into his chest. He smells like the old deodorant he’s been using for a year underneath the smell of beer and… is that blood?

“Where are we going?” he asks sharply.

“Home, Sicheng,” you whine. “You can stay in my bed.”

He stays rooted in place stubbornly, and you wonder what it is now. This is the time you have to wonder if you’re dating a (potentially) immortal creature or a recently birthed baby.

“We should enjoy more. You’ve hardly smiled the past few weeks,” he mutters.

Your heartbeat spikes for a moment, when he brushes the hair from your face. All this time and he hasn’t changed the words he offers to you in private, the care on his lips and fingertips. A room full of people who aren’t listening is the best place to talk.

The first time you saw Sicheng was in the middle of the night, in the dark hallway of your shared apartment building, blood staining his jaw from a bag he’d acquired from med student Wong Kunhang. (You’re very sure that’s illegal.)

Needless to say, you’d fainted immediately after. When you came to, you were met with a man with pretty eyes and fangs poking out his mouth and in a bed that wasn’t yours. There was no blood this time but you screamed anyway, cut off by the man’s hand over your mouth.

“Calm down,” he said, voice surprisingly deep. “It’s not like I’m going to kill you.”

“You were planning to kill me?” you asked, panicking.

“I just said I wouldn’t,” he replied quietly, eyes wide and almost as stressed as you are.

Sicheng heaves a sigh, massaging his forehead. You shake yourself off the memories, tugging at his shirt so you can sit somewhere at least. The alcohol must have numbed his ears too. The low R&B tunes make no sense on Halloween night; even less when they’re played a few bars above the acceptable volume. If you’re not out of here soon, you might lose your hearing altogether.

The couch is slightly less stinky than you would have expected. (You grimace as you think to the last time you were at a frat party and in particular, the vomit.) Beside you, Sicheng mumbles about something you’re not quite sure of, a quiet rant with one-track emotions. It makes you giggle and for a moment, you forget the predicament of being stuck with a drunk vampire boyfriend who has just finished teething.

“Hey, guys.”

You look up to see Jihoon, the very friend of a friend (of a friend) who had invited you to this mess. It’s not like you harbour ill feelings towards him; but the guy has approximately zero ability to read the room. It’s mostly funny.

Sicheng makes a vague gesture that you assume means ‘hello’, sitting up straight so he doesn't look noticeably tipsy. You make light conversation with Jihoon, Sicheng’s arm around your waist tightening reflexively. You don’t plan on party-hopping, no matter how much Jihoon urges the two of you—seriously, does he not see the look on Sicheng’s face? He looks more zombie than vampire.

“You know, you don’t actually have to wear costumes for this, right? We didn’t set a theme,” Jihoon remarks, tilting his head to face your boyfriend. “The fangs are really cool, though. Holy shit. Dude, they look so real.”

Sicheng’s lips twitch but he forces them into a smile, trying to move as far away from Jihoon as possible. The fangs are usually not out and about in the open, slightly retracted during the day. The night, however, keeps him on edge. Sicheng hates the spotlight that only ever shows up for the wrong reasons, and he’d much rather graduate without having to deal with horny vampire-lovers. (It’s not that sexy; and you know from experience.)

The way Sicheng looks makes you wonder how many people have pointed out the fangs tonight. You purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing.

“Thanks,” he responds, voice his usual deep baritone.

Jihoon leaves after being unable to draw any more conversation out of Sicheng, some peace gracing you despite everything.

If you ever write a book on how to deal with vampire boyfriends, the first rule would be to never kiss him at night. The fangs are not as withdrawn then and they hurt. (The second is, of course, to never let them get a whiff of alcohol.)

When Sicheng first kissed you, it was midnight and you were at the convenience store to buy a few lunchboxes and instant coffee mix. You’d yelped when his fang had pricked your lower lip, alarming the worker and around fifteen minutes of (dishonest) explanation later, the two of you had left without buying what you came for.

After fretting for a while, Sicheng had kissed you once more with careful consideration—till the damn fangs got in the way again. It was sweet for a moment—like candy—though, the metallic taste of blood had invaded it afterwards. No matter how awkward or painful it was, your elation outweighed the rest.

Kisses weren’t the only thing interrupted by fangs.

The turtlenecks and scarves certainly raised an eyebrow in your circle of friends. There was concern at first, then teasing and then a whole lot of inside jokes which made you want to smack each and every one of them. (“They’re hickeys, I swear, not vampire bites,” you had informed Ten. “Ew. I did not need to know that.” “Shut up.”)

Even so, Sicheng is warm—always has been, and not on the skin.

You feel pressure on your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck and you adjust yourself so it’s more comfortable.

“Tired?” you ask.

“Not at all.”

You shake your head at his lie. Gently pushing his head away, you get up from your seat and pull him up with all of your strength. Linking your arm through his, you smile at him when he raises an eyebrow. It’s time to get home, you’ve decided and these are times when one vote is enough.

When you reach the front door, stumbling out with your suddenly talkative boyfriend, the autumn breeze hits you. Under the moonlight, the rosy hue over his cheeks is clearer and even more so when he smiles.

“It’s like our first date,” he says.

You smile back at him.

“You were so embarrassing,” he adds.

Your smile drops and you smack his arm, eliciting a soft complaint from him.

Your first date was the only normal thing in this relationship—a date at the amusement park on Halloween, a bunch of kids mistaking your now boyfriend for Count Dracula and caramel popcorn smeared over your fingers.

Sicheng sighs, lowering his head to rest his forehead against your shoulder. The two of you stay like that for a moment or two, the party music finally fading and Sicheng’s warmth seeping into you. You fix the lapels of his jacket absentmindedly, fingers tracing over the material. His hands rest lightly against your back yet still secure.

A kitten lick at your neck jolts you back to reality. You gently push him by the shoulders, finding his fangs bared already. He stays unmoving for a few seconds before closing his mouth and going back to leaning against you, breath falling in waves against your neck.

“I’m not your juicebox, Sicheng,” you snap, frown deepening.

“But you have so much blood,” he mumbles, his forehead hot against your shoulder.

“Sicheng.”

He sobers up a little, pulling back with a stream of pouting apologies. You bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling. Despite everything, your boyfriend is such a child sometimes. There’s a short pause.

“But wait, don’t go biting someone else’s neck,” you quickly add, flustered.

Sicheng suppresses a smile.

“So I can have a little—”

“No.”

Sicheng pouts but agrees enough to follow you, the two of you moving soundlessly over the sidewalk. Being alone with him has always been easing; you don’t need a crowd for comfort.

With fingers interlaced, you walk alone with him as the orange street lights cast shadows on the buildings lined up. A few more blocks and you’ll reach your apartment, get to push Sicheng into bed and pray he doesn’t throw up at your front door—and yet still, you walk as slow as you can as if the autumn wind will be gone as quick as it arrived.

The number of people shrink the further you get from the party, and you heave a sigh of relief, glad to be away from, what you and your friends call, the rich neighbourhood. The familiar path to your apartment, no matter the pricing, has much better air to breathe in. It’s past midnight and yet, you can see the city lights in the distance, the ones that never sleep—for the living or the dead.

Something runs into your legs and you jump onto Sicheng, who in turn flinches away with a strangled yelp.

You look down to see a giant golden retriever in a white blanket which you assume is meant to be a ghost outfit. It wags its tail, sniffing around your boyfriend’s legs, making him giggle as he crouches down to pet the creature.

“I’m so sorry!”

You look up to find a young girl holding a pumpkin almost as large as her head, an apologetic look over her head. Some part of you is happy to see a costume, considering you were robbed of yours. (Sometimes you dream of matching costumes but again, the damn fangs.)

“Piri loves people, I’m so sorry if he bothered—oh hey dude, cool fangs.”

Sicheng offers the fakest smile ever, accompanied with a thumbs up gesture. You sigh, apologizing to the girl before parting ways.

“That’s the eighth time tonight,” Sicheng says, scowling almost. “I counted.”

You laugh, squeezing his hand. Calm, relaxed Dong Sicheng tends to lose it at repetitive comments with only three sips of beer.

When you reach the apartment building, clouds cover the moon and you draw your jacket closer to yourself. You think for a moment about the inevitability of time and whether you’re even allowed to fall in love this way. You push the thoughts aside almost inevitably. When the time comes, you will have a decision to make—and after everything, it is love which turns people.

For now, you can enjoy this Halloween night with your (literally) one-of-a-kind boyfriend.

You fumble around with the keys, Sicheng looking at you with sleepy eyes as he leans against the wall. He must be worn out from the alcohol by now.

“Hey,” he calls, the words more muffled than usual.

You raise an eyebrow, tugging him inside all the while maintaining your balance.

“You know my favourite blood type?” he continues.

You shake your head. “If you’re thinking of feeding, I’ll get some blood bags from Kunhang.”

Sicheng pouts. “You ruined the line.”

“Huh?”

“Yours. Yours is my favourite blood type.”

Despite the terrible execution of his so-called pick-up line, you find yourself shaking with laughter. You’re not sure if it’s the late night or the October air—the two of you share the silliest of laughter at the doorway to your apartment.

Within the moment itself, Sicheng leans in to kiss you and your hands move to run through his hair out of habit. The taste of beer and the prick of his fangs makes you pull away. You look at each other for a moment before you give in anyway and kiss him against the doorframe.

October ends with memories—your first date, Sicheng’s cooking disaster, and now this. It’s blissful for the few moments the two of you let it be. That is, until Sicheng opens his mouth.

“Oh, by the way, can you apologize to Ten for me? I think I bit him thinking it was you.”

“Sicheng, what the fuck?”

October ends with proximity, sweet as candy and warm as toast—stumbling into bed with all that and more.

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doderyscoffee · 3 years

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pairing: wong kunhang x fem!reader genre&au(s): angst, enemies to lovers, villain!au, hero!au warnings: character death under the cut, mentions of blood (not descriptive), mentions of a knife length: 0.2k

[5:45 pm]— “No, no, no!” villain!Hendery cried, dropping the knife in his hand in his hurry to rush over to you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to always win. “Stay with me, Y/N, please.” He pulled you into his lap, cupping your tear-stained cheeks.

You could only chuckle, wincing when it hurt to even do that. You didn’t want to look at your hand, to lift it. If you saw your red-stained fingers, it would only make the inevitable even more real.

“You’ll live, right?” Hendery wiped away your tears with his calloused thumb. “You’ll be here to fight me tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was no louder than a whisper. “I’ll be here tomorrow, Hendery. I promise.” It was funny how much you hated lying to him.

“Call me Kunhang,” he whispered.

“I’ll be here tomorrow, Kunhang.”

But you wouldn’t be. You knew that. He knew that. He had finally won. So why did the world feel like it was crushing down on him? Why did he feel like he had finally lost?

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kpopmalereader · 3 years

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prepare ; won kunhang

• summary: you and hendery take your first vacation together, a trip to meet your family and visit your hometown • pairing: won kunhang x male!reader • word count: 2117 • to do

You walk into your apartment, expecting to be greeted by your golden retriever of a boyfriend. Seeing the kitchen and living room unoccupied would make you think he left already, but his shoes strewn across the entranceway and the covers you folded this morning spread over Hendery’s spot on the couch makes you believe he’s still here.

You venture further into the apartment, hearing a groan come from your room. You stop for a second before hearing mumbling and another cry. The second is louder than the first, and you start to grow worried.

“Okay, okay, okay.”

You hear him repeat the word more times than you can count and slowly open the door. He’s standing in front of the full-body mirror in button-up shirt and slacks. You watch as he straightens his back and smiles. It’s a much smaller smile than you usually would see from him, and it does nothing to help your understanding of the situation. “Hello, it is very nice to meet you. I’ve heard,” He stops and shakes his head. “It is- It’s very nice- It is-”

He groans again and ruffles his hair. He leans down and fixes what he just messed up, straightening his shirt.

You step into the room softly. You don’t want to disturb what he’s doing but also want to make sure it isn’t undue stress doing him in.“Whatcha doin’?”

He sighs and turns, shoulders slumping. He seems almost sad, and you walk forward, picking his chin up. “I’m trying to practice for when I meet your parents,” He mumbles. “We leave today, and I don’t want to get there and say something that makes them think negatively of me.”

You turn him around and stand behind him, pointing at his face in the mirror. “That is Won Kunhang. He is one of the best people I have ever met. I am very in love with him. I have told my parents and my entire family as much.”

“I want to make a good impression.” He states, criticizing himself in the mirror.

“You will.” You ruffle his hair, giving it it’s natural fall instead of the gelled-back style he had it in. “By being yourself. You can wear this shirt because you look good in it, but why don’t we untuck it, and you can stop worrying about using the exact right words when meeting my parents.”

He turns and leans against the mirror. His eyes are downcast, and your heart aches for him. He whispers when he speaks. “I want them to like me.”

“Love,” You sigh and wrap your arms around him. “They will because you are the sweetest, funniest, and most caring person I know. No one can resist loving you, Hendery. I couldn’t.”

He reaches up and picks at his bottom lip. You take his hand and hold it against your chest. The concerned expression doesn’t wipe from his face, and you hold his cheeks.

“Hello, it is very nice to meet you. I’ve heard great things about you, and I’m glad you invited me.” You smile at him and nod your head. “That’s all you have to say.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“It’s what I did when I met your parents,” You kiss his nose lightly. “If you want, you can even add a few things about me that you like. Say they raised me well.”

“If I wasn’t your boyfriend- if I was your sister’s boyfriend or your cousin’s... Would you like me?”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “If you weren’t my boyfriend and someone else in my family got to you first, I would be devastated I couldn’t date you.”

He looks down at you. “But would you like me?”

“Yes! Yes, I would like you. And I would be willing to bet my parents would have looked at me and said they wanted me to find someone like you.”

“Really?” His voice is small and hopeful, and you nod your head, trying to convey everything to him.

“Really. I promise. My parents will love you. My cousins will love you. My aunt will say she wishes everyone in our family could find someone like you. My nieces and nephews and little cousins will love to play with you and want to spend the whole trip with you. Now, put this shirt back in your suitcase so we can go.”

Hendery rubs his hands together. He breathes in and out deeply, preparing himself to knock on the door. You hold his hand lightly, swinging them slowly. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

He smiles, and his face falls again. He scrunches his face and smiles again, making small changes to his facial expression. He rolls his shoulders and squeezes your hand. He nods.

You bump your shoulder into his and reach over, knocking on your parent’s front door. It takes a second for your mom to get to the door, but when she does, Hendery’s grip on your hand grows even tighter. You smile at your mom, and she envelopes you in a hug. She pulls back and holds your face. “It’s been too long!”

She lets you go and turns to Hendery. “Hello!”

“Hel-” He’s cut off as your mom wraps him in a hug, patting him on the back. “Oh.”

“Come in, come in! Find a seat.”

You smile at him and pull him inside. He follows right behind you, bumping into your back when you stop sooner than he expected. You smile, introducing him into countless family and family-friends and people you’re not sure are related to but have come to every event since you were born. Hendery sits next to you as you eat, asking hushed questions about people he’s met.

You hook your foot around his ankle and smile at him. “Not so bad, huh?”

“Get their honest opinions of me when I’m not around.” He mutters before stuffing his face with your mom’s home-cooking.

Music plays throughout your house, bouncing off the walls and entering through crevices and cracks in the building. Hendery wakes up in your childhood room alone. He sits up and sees the door cracked. He can hear your voice singing and laughing along with the song. He walks through the house quietly, not wanting to disturb the normality. He rounds on the kitchen, seeing you, your mom, and a young child dancing around the kitchen with wooden spatulas in hand.

You turn around as you dance, spotting Hendery standing a few feet away. You point to him and call him in, throwing your arms in the air. “Join us.”

“I like the view.”

You shake your head and dance over to him. You stick the spoon in front of his mouth, smiling wide. You stop singing, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

He sighs and grabs the spoon. You giggle at continue to dance along, singing the song as loud as you can without it being categorized as yelling. He starts singing along quietly, swaying back and forth with the music. Your mom looks over and smiles, picking up the young family member. They dance together, and she not-so-subtly hip-bumps you closer to Hendery. You grab his hand and start dancing with him, forcing him to loosen up. He watches you for a while before really joining in, hopping and moving with you.

Your laughs ring through the kitchen and up the stairs. You pull him closer and kiss his cheek. “Still nervous?”

You walk hand-in-hand with Hendery. You seem calm. Content. He’s enthralled with your face, your smile, how the feeling of belonging flows from you without stop. You point at a storefront not far in front of you, waiting for him to look up. He pulls himself from watching your face and looks over.

“That is a restaurant. It’s only been there for about a year. Before it was a restaurant, which no one really likes, by the way, it was an antique store. And it was run by this man, he was great, he was one of the nicest people ever, but he retired a few years back and closed it down. He searched for someone to take it over, but he didn’t have any kids, and no one around here knew how to run a business.” You shake your head. “He and his wife moved a little while after the shop turned into a restaurant.”

You smile softly. “My mom worked next door, it used to be a little boutique, and sometimes her shifts would last longer than school, so I would come here instead of going home. Sometimes I would sit behind the counter next to the piles of hangers, but I would visit Mr. Claude some days. He would show me around the different finds, telling me that there was always something great about everything.”

Hendery watches you as you look at the not great restaurant. The wind blows your hair to the side, and your eyes sparkle. “He would point to an old, stained china set that nobody would buy and tell me all about how if someone could clean it up, they would see that it was an amazing set that was passed down from generations, but something happened where it was accidentally given away, and the original owner’s great-great-great-great granddaughter had spent her entire young adult life looking for it but could never find it.”

“Or! I would beg my mom to buy this ancient stuffed bear, but she thought its eyes were creepy, so she never got it for me. He would keep it by the register and tell me that I should look for someone I thought was worthy enough to have it. And an older woman walked in one day, and I told Mr. Claude she seemed nice enough to take care of him. And, by some miracle for my 7-year-old self, she got some stuff and walked up to the register and started talking about how the bear looked exactly like one she had when she was a kid and how she would love to buy it, but she only brought enough money for the other things. I just lit up and looked at Mr. Claude like it was the best thing ever, and he told her if she could promise to take the best care of it, he would give it to her for a discount. I was amazed. I didn’t stop talking about it for weeks.”

Hendery smiles along with your story, your excitement at remembering your story exuding off of you. It makes him excited, and he never wants you to stop talking.

You point at a big, white marble building up the street. “That is the library. It is the oldest building in town, even the Court House is younger, and I spent most of my high-school years there.”

You gesture across the street. “The building there is the old school-house. There’s a park behind that everyone chips in to fix up and replace every few years for the new kids in town. The school-house is mostly used as a museum now, but sometimes Town Meetings are held inside. I don’t know why we have Town Meetings.”

He watches you, not worrying about running into the street-lights, too focused on listening to your recounts of stories. You continue to speak. You tell stories he can’t wholly follow sometimes, not knowing most of the people you refer to or the place names. He watches your hands fly up when you repeat something exasperating someone once said about your small town and giggle to yourself as you remember old inside jokes he doesn’t want to ruin with asking questions about it. After a few stories, you realize you’ve been talking for a while and look a bit flustered, ears turning red.

“Sorry, I know you’re probably not that interested.”

“No. No. Tell me everything,” He nods and holds your hands tighter. “I don’t want to miss any details.”

You sigh happily, bumping your shoulder into him. “When I lived here, I didn’t like it much, but after I moved, I realized I really did. Everybody knows everybody, and it’s nice being able to walk everywhere. I don’t know…”

Hendery kisses your temple. “It’s sweet. I like seeing how happy it makes you. Maybe we can get a house somewhere like this in the future.”

“Seriously?” You look up at him with a bright smile, eyes shining endlessly.

He laughs and nods his head. “Yeah, of course. We can buy a vacation house and visit on breaks. We’ll get to know everyone, and you’ll get new small-town stories to share.”

You bite your lip and nod slowly. “I would like that.”

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beautiful ; won kunhang

• summary: you and hendery go to a festival on a date and act silly and cute together • pairing: won kunhang x male!reader • word count: 795 • to do

You jump around with your fingers looped in Hendery’s, singing loudly to the song being performed. You can barely hear your own voice and definitely can’t hear his, but you can feel his happiness radiating off him. You dance in time with him, eyes closed.

Neither of you focus on anything but staying together and feeling the music. It’s one of the few times both of you feel completely normal. Just like everyone else.

The performer, who’s name has completely bounced out of your head, announces that the next song will be his last. You pull Hendery closer, completely losing yourself in front of him. Hendery watches your carefree dancing and screaming of lyrics you never get right, falling even more in love with you.

He didn’t even think that was possible.

You scream and shout as the song ends, bumping into Hendery as the song finishes. Your smile widens, hurting your face, but you couldn’t care less. He swoops down and kisses you softly, world and crowded field falling away for a few fleeting seconds. You’re pulled back to the performance as some final fireworks go off and Hendery starts to pull you away from the thousands of people.

“You look so beautiful.” He kisses you again after you find an area not completely packed, focusing completely on you. “This is so much fun.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and shake your head. “I’m sweaty and probably look like a mess. But I agree, this is amazing.”

He cups your face, sparkle in his eye. “You are sweaty, and your hair is nothing like you styled it, but you couldn’t look more gorgeous. You’re so happy. You’re the most beautiful thing on this planet.”

You squish closer to him and kiss him again, gesturing to your right with your head. “Let’s go get something to drink. Before we get distracted again.”

He holds your hand tightly and leads you through the crowd to the giant food area. He looks back at you every few seconds, making sure you didn’t get lost, and smiles when you stare right back at him. You mutter a million apologies to the people you bump into, or that bump into you, not wanting to give up kindness despite knowing nobody really notices either.

He pulls you in front of him when you reach the line at a food vendor, eyeing the lines at the different spots. You lean your head back against his shoulder, looking up at the sky.

“I love you.” He mumbles, kissing under your ear.

“I love you too.” You point up at the sky, wanting him to look up with you. He does and you take the chance to turn your head and kiss his cheek.

“You’re so,” He can’t finish his sentence over the fluttering in his chest as he buries his face in your shoulder. “I thought you wanted to have a nice moment looking up at the stars.”

“I wanted to kiss your cheek and I knew that if I tried while you were paying attention you would end up turning your head and actually kissing me.”

He pouts and scrunches his nose. “I like kissing you, it’s probably my favorite thing.”

“Probably? Should I be upset?”

He hums. “That’s up to you.”

The person ahead of you gets their food and it’s your turn to order. Hendery gets a few water bottles and an order of fries, tapping on your stomach in tune with the song playing in the background. You quickly order a funnel cake before the order finishes up.

Your food comes quicker than expected and you and Hendery walk around for somewhere to eat. You manage to find a little area you’re almost positive nobody will bump into you too bad and dig into the bag on his back. You lay out a blanket and sit down, taking your funnel cake from him.

“Eat some of these first, not just sweets.”

“You’re the one that got distracted from getting us water earlier and now it’s been like three hours since we had anything to drink.” You stick your tongue out at him. And eat some of the fries.

He gasps and points at you, quickly swallowing his mouth full of fries before speaking. “You were the one that was being absolutely adorable singing that song and I wanted you to be able to watch the live performance.”

He squeezes your cheeks and kisses you softly, stealing a bite of the funnel cake from the plate in your lap. You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder, holding the plate closer to you.

“Fries before sweets~” You imitate his voice and roll your eyes. “Hurry up and eat so we can get back to the next event.”

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