moon. she/her. 18. ☆ the sunrise blooms into the dark night
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oh i'm looking for affection.
pairing: qian kun x reader
length: 1.07k words
synopsis: kun is just hopelessly in love with you.
tags: alternative universe, friends to lovers au, road trip, friend!kun, implied pining, implied rejection, one-sided attraction, fluff
warnings: none.
the sound of the car engine is now blowing up kun's ears, completely remembering that he was at the backseat while ten was at the front, driving his car.
of course, he recalled losing in a bet with ten that resulted in lending his car to ten for the rest of the week. he wasn't afraid because of the thought of ten crashing his car, ten knew the consequences after all.
for ten's last day of borrowing kun's one and only car, he suggested that kun should come to the road trip together with their other friends. kun asked if you were coming the night before the day of the plan as you responded happily during your call with him.
on the day of the road trip, everybody packed their essentials and valuable stuff in their bags as kun placed each of the heavy objects inside the truck, keeping it neat and tidy. you and yangyang were obviously inside the car, playing with your phones to buy time while kun talked to ten outside, setting up the map and destination of the place you were all going.
kun sneaked a good amount of glances towards your direction through the tinted windows of the car, silently watching you scrolling through your phone feeling bored. then his eyes fixed back at ten, who kind of knew what was going on.
“oh? am i smelling love in the air?” a hint of tease displayed in his voice while he tried nudging the older’s elbow. kun was used to this, and he wasn't gonna show reaction and give in.
“i have no idea what you're talking about.”
“oh, come on.” he dramatically sighed, tired of kun trying to act like nothing's going on. ten could read him like an open book and there was no way he could escape him when he knew something.
eventually, both of them get inside the car. since yangyang was in the passenger's seat, he had no choice but to walk around and get in the backseat with you. it got a bit awkward when he was finally seated next to you, so he tried to lift up the mood, waving at you.
“hey.”
“you’re here!” you beamed, taking one of your earphones off.
kun was taken aback when you reached the other piece of the earphones to him, he was about to reject the offer but the bud was already in his ear as the sound of classical music burst into his ear.
kun knew that you knew about his love for classical music, remembering back in the day where he played a lot of pieces on the piano for his performance at some event during his time in university. but he loved playing tchaikovsky's swan lake to you when you were alone together, and that made you love classical music more.
“it's gonna be a long ride,” ten broke the silence before the engine of the car started. “so you might need to sleep for a while, me and kun will be looking out for possible stops for us to eat, ‘kay?”
“aye aye!”
the sky was soon painted into a gradient of blue-orange while the gleaming sun set into the horizon. kun couldn’t seem to sleep after taking a short nap, and he had been helping ten at their directions to get to a nearby stop where they could fill their stomachs.
just as he was about to lean forward to take the phone in his hands to check the GPS, he was halted by a thud and a heavy weight on his shoulder. turning his head to the side, he found your sleeping figure leaning on him.
in the rearview, he could see the smirk of ten, following the sound of the never-ending teasing. kun tried his best to ignore him and his dumb words, but the words seemed to weigh over his mind. it's been a long time since he had feelings for you and he could still recall the night he took you to the rooftop of his apartment to look up at the stars.
he recalled that night when he expressed his fondness over you. although you didn’t give him the answer he expected, he never stopped being friends with you. usually friendships last when one gets rejected by the other. to kun, it was dumb and stupid if he would be immature about the rejection, so he didn’t try to distance himself away from you.
kun was still that caring friend whenever you got to be with him.
he looked at you with that same fondness in his eyes as you leaned more, thinking that he was a pillow. “after all these years, you’re still in love with the same person.” ten broke the silence again. his words were more of a whisper to prevent disrupting you and yangyang’s sleep.
“i can’t help it, how could i not like such a lovely and wonderful person?” kun admitted, his hands ghostly extending over yours, then immediately retracted.
when they realized that it was already dark and they could see a nearby stop to get down to, ten finally pulled over to slowly park the car along with the other parked cars. “wake up everyone, we’re here to stop by and eat dinner.” ten loudly began, his fingers reaching over to yangyang as he shook him by the shoulder.
kun on the other hand, does his best in waking you up with his soft grip around your hands, gently shaking it. “hey, sleepyhead.”
his voice filled your ears while you tried fluttering your eyes open. when you realized that you were inches away from his face from all the leaning, you shifted in your seat to fix your position. “oh god, i’m so sorry. was i squishing you?” only a laugh left kun’s lips before shaking his head. “no, but i think you mistook me for a pillow when you were sleeping.”
he could already see hues of red and pink emerging from your cheeks, burning up at the words. your flushed face made him smile even more, “did i drool?”
“don’t worry, you didn’t.” rest assured, a sigh left your lips in relief.
“we stopped by to eat, you coming?” kun added, moving to the side to open the door of the car. he looked back, waiting for you before you set a smile on your face, moving towards him. “yeah, i'm coming.”
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6.04k and counting 🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬
I HAVE NEVER WROTE THIS MUCH EVER SINCE THE PANDEMIC 😭😭😭😭😭
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YANGYANG | Poppin' Love
KCON Hong Kong 2024
for @28reas0ns <3
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I HAVE NEVER WROTE THIS MUCH EVER SINCE THE PANDEMIC 😭😭😭😭😭
#this story had to go on a lot of revisions for a very long time 😭#it took me so long to write this piece and now i'm almost at the final part#yes it will be a kun fic 🫶#wayv#kun
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street fighter bf!yangyang
pairing: street fighter!yangyang x f!reader
genre: fluff, smut 18+ mdni
warnings: blood and injury, violence, drug use, weed, oral (f receiving), pinv
street fighter bf!yangyang who's such a tryhard. he's the youngest and rowdiest fighter, hopped up on adrenaline with no regard for his safety, taking on anyone at any time. he feels best when he's covered in blood, stimulants buzzing in his system and his hands numb from his unrelenting punches. which is why he wants you there - he invites you to every fight so he can seek you out in the crowd right after he's done. cups your face in his shaky hands and pulls you in for a deep kiss, the metallic taste of his blood on your tongue. loves the way it stains your teeth and tints your lips red, laughing when you try to wipe it away and stain your fingers instead. he just can’t control himself, particularly around you, managing to drive home for about two minutes before pulling onto a quiet side street and telling you to get in the backseat. “you’re still bleeding” you whine out to him, pressing your knees together. “and?” you watch him push your legs apart and flip your skirt up, tugging your panties to the side with his bruised fingers before dipping his head down and lapping at your pussy. he’s still high and sloppy, drool and blood dripping from his broken nose making a mess between your thighs.
street fighter bf!yangyang who only feels safe with you. behind the cocky, blood hungry street fighter is a kid who was forced to grow up too fast, swept away by the violence and drugs and money of it all. when he’s with you he doesn’t have to act tough or put on a straight face. so he loves your softness and femininity, spending his free time driving you around, paying for your sweet vanilla lattes and new mini skirts and makeup. he wants to provide for someone with the dumb amount of money he has from beating people up, and he thinks you deserve it more than anyone. he sits patiently as you put pink hair dye in his hair and paint his nails black, brows furrowing and getting serious when it’s his turn to paint your nails, muttering curses when he gets polish on your skin. he smokes weed instead of popping uppers when he’s with you, feeling the stress leave his body as he lazes back on your bed, watching your manicured fingers ghost over his bare abdomen. you trace the dark bruises on his pale skin that nearly cover him completely, from the dark ring around his eye to his broken ribs, “does it hurt?” “what, that?” he looks down at his wounds as if seeing them for the first time before looking up with a dopey lopsided smile, “i don’t feel a thing”
street fighter bf!yangyang who sees every man as a threat. takes protecting you too far, ready to maim anyone who comes close enough. he has half a mind to lead you out of the club with a hand on your lower back, ushering you into the passenger seat of his car before turning around and shoving past the bouncer. all you can do is stare silently when he comes back ten minutes later, blood splattered on his white shirt and his knuckles raw.
street fighter bf!yangyang who isn't as careful with his drugs as hendery is. he knows the older street fighter doesn't let his girl anywhere near that shit (hendery's words), but yangyang doesn't think of the long term consequences. getting high makes him feel okay, and it makes you silly and soft, malleable in his hands. both your pupils blown wide, skin glowing with sweat. his thrusts are slow and sloppy as you squirm restlessly under him, catching your jaw in his bruised fingers so he can see your fucked out expression. "look at me when i fuck you" he's slurring, and you're both so gone, feeling a soft smack on your cheek that makes you flutter your eyes open. his heart swells at how clingy you get, tugging on his hair and pouting your lips for a kiss, broken whines caught in your throat. "hi, baby" he pushes two fingers past your lips, something to suck on so you stay awake, "s'okay. you're okay. i'll fix it, baby. i got you"
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I WANNA KISS HIM SO BAD...
Yangyang 🫧 Update (240406)
Work is over!
💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻
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bella bombastic side eyeing xiaojun saga continues ☝️
Xiaojun 🫧 Update (240407)
I'm practicing a new song, some of the lyrics are really difficult, I keep practicing 😂
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hendery's the type to play big two and win easily <3
#moon.txt#currently writing a story about it <3#like cmon#imagine him drawing a royal flush and gives you an annoying smile#also him drawing a 2 of diamonds after you draw a 2 of hearts LMAOOO#AKDUAJDJAKDJ#i got taught by my friends who play it and i got addicted#no money included tho it's all for funsies
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Met some unusual part-timers here🫢💁🏻 | WayV in HAIDILAO
#LMAOOOOO#I JUST FINISHED WATCHING IT#i can too much relate to yangyang and hendery tho 😭😭#the social anxiety is so real 😭#wayv#kun#xiaojun#hendery#yangyang
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𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖉𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊.
moon. 18. she/her. weishennie (the biggest hendery stan)
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[ 01:19 pm]
“will I ever see you again?” you softly said down the phone.
silence falls on winwin’s side of the call. you waited with a racing heart for him to give you some sort of sign that he’s there. as you were about to speak again, sounds of movement is heard.
“i’m not sure, baby.” winwin sighs as he runs his hand through his hair.
a faint sigh is heard from your end of the call. you tried to hold back the tears that wanted to escape. fighting against the lump in your throat, you managed to speak. “it’s been so long sicheng.”
“i know…i’m trying to get back to you.” he says softly. he heard the way your voice wanted to crack, and it was breaking his voice that you were in this much pain because of him.
“please come back to me…”
“i will baby.”
#DON'T DO THIS TO ME#🥹😭🤣😭🥹😭🤣😭🥹😭😭🤣😭#a long distance relationship will always get me CRYING#winwin#wayv
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KCon Twitter Update (240401)
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a ride home.
pairing: xiao dejun x reader
length: 1.48k
tags: alternative universe, friends <3, office au, post-celebration, rainy night, employee!xiaojun, employee!reader, fluff
warnings: implied vomiting.
dejun suppressed a laugh, waving at his intoxicated colleagues, their stumbling gait and woozy expressions hinting at the excesses of the poorly mixed cocktails they had consumed. while they stood there, his boss emerged from the scene, a briefcase in his grasp. "well done, everyone. you make me very proud of all of you."
he turned to face where their boss was standing. there was a smile lit up his face, conveying how much he enjoyed the party that everyone had meticulously planned and organized. those who remained sober, including dejun, expressed their gratitude to him for attending this special event for the company.
"i want each and everyone to get home safely, okay? see you all next week." the boss said, bidding farewell to everyone gathered in the venue before he headed out, leaving all of them behind.
dejun's other colleagues had just started undecorating and cleaning the area, and he eventually joined to help. his drunk colleagues unfortunately needed to get home before they vomit all over the place. after all, nobody wants to be cleaning up vomit at 11 o'clock in the evening.
when they soon finished, each colleague parted ways, leaving the building to go home. dejun however, had to stay behind to retrieve his valuables from the office as he remembered leaving it there, so he quickly dashed up the stairs, his steps echoing through the empty halls, climbing two floors to reach his destination.
before he left the building, he noticed that the windows were fogging up. he didn't even realize that it was raining by the time he got inside the office to get his things, and when he came down to head outside, it was still raining.
the air was cold, and dejun shivered.
he had to go inside to borrow an umbrella in the storage room before stepping back outside. the harsh downpour wasn't going to stop, and dejun had no choice but to walk to his car in the rain like this.
just when dejun was about to turn around, he noticed a figure standing in the shed. turns out it was just you, waiting for a taxi to come to drive you back to your residence. he watched you put your arms around yourself, trying to spread the warmth on your body.
there were no signs of taxis on the road, and dejun doubted that the rain would stop very soon, so gathered his courage to approach you under the shed. "hey..."
his voice filled your ears as you turned your head to see him in front of you with an umbrella in his hand.
"dejun? i thought you left already?"
"no, i left behind to get my stuff and i saw you here when i headed out," dejun responded. there was a hint of shivering in his voice because of the cold, so it made him sound like his voice kind of cracked in between his words.
"s-sorry." he cleared his throat, and he could see your lips lifting up into a smile.
"i get it," you tried to assure him from the voice crack, yet he could still see the suppressing smiles behind the hand that was covering your mouth. "it is really really cold."
to think about it, dejun also realized that you weren't wearing anything thick to keep you warm. he didn't want to be looking like a dick and leave you there under the cold hard and harsh downpour of the rain waiting for a taxi as well.
he moved closer to you as he looked into your eyes. "hey, uhm..." he paused, trying to build up the courage of approaching you like this.
"i don't think there will be taxis available in this hour and especially in this rain, so instead of waiting here, please, let me drive you home." it was a nice gesture, he wanted you to stay with him, otherwise you'd be all alone drenched in the cold rain, and he didn't want that to happen.
"really? thank you." dejun heard you say, and with that, he let his blazer gently fall from his shoulders as he placed it over your shoulders, the warmth of his blazer hugging your shivering body. he couldn't help but inhale of the citrus fragrance that lingered around him, but seeing the heat of waves rushed to your face, he quickly retracted back.
"what about you?"
"don't worry about me, dear. you're cold, and it's my job to keep you safe and warm."
after a long pause, he looked down at your hand. "may i?" he whispered to you with his hands trying to reach out for yours. when you gave permission, his own engulfed with yours, bringing you closer to him so that the umbrella could fit the two of you together.
"okay, now we run." dejun began.
he heard you laugh for a moment, and then he laughed too, both thinking that running under the downpour would be a bad idea. but none of you have a choice, it'll only get the two of you there faster.
"just don't let go, so you don't get slipped." dejun whispered. the hand intertwined with his seemed to hold tighter, he looked at you one more time, reciprocating the same tight squeeze on your hand before he counted down. "3...2..."
he watched you clutch onto the blazer he gave before you started running together towards the parked car. it didn't take long for the both of you to get inside the car in a swift motion, opening the door of the car as the two of you literally jumped inside out of fear of being drenched from the rain.
he laughed, gathering himself at his seat while one of his hands fixed the rearview mirror in front of him. "we're not gonna do that again anymore." a breathy exhale that also seemed to be a laughter escaped your lips, fingers combing your hair to fix it.
dejun kept quiet, staring at you in your passenger's seat. you looked so pretty, seeing your smile made his heart race a bit. he swallowed hard and looked away, avoiding to get caught before he turned the engine on of the car.
"you can rest while i drive, okay?" his voice filled your ears. when you gave a nod back at him, it was his sign to put his seatbelt on and drove off.
it was a very quiet ride. dejun's hand clasped around the steering wheel, and the other made its way to press the button for the windscreen wiper, to get the water out of the front window for him to see the road more clearly.
the only thing he was listening to is the static sounds of the radio, as well as the harsh pitter-patter of the rain dropping down on the far. he gave a glance in your direction, seeing that you were looking a bit uncomfortable.
he softly called for your name, only for you to furrow your eyebrows as you shut your eyes, short breaths coming out from you. dejun reached for your forehead before he let the back of his palm touch it. he pulled away quickly saying, "shit, you're burning up."
"w-what?" you weakly said. dejun needed to drive to your place as soon as possible, he needed to compose himself to avoid panicking while driving. "i'll drive there as soon as i can." assuring you to calm down, he kept one hand on the steering wheel once again, and the other reached for the glove box, fingers pressing the button to open it. " try to see if i have any cool fever patch inside there."
he watched you search from his peripheral vision before focusing back on driving, turning the wheel to move around to the corner. your place isn't that far from where you both are right now, and dejun soon noticed that the rain eased off as it turned into drizzle; the sight made him relieved.
dejun found you asleep during the rest of the ride, he tried to reach for your neck to check your temperature, but you were still burning. he was worried of course, he didn't expect that you would get sick this quickly, and he hoped for your fast recovery.
some time later, he slowly drove his car to the side to park. turning off the engine, he got off the car and walked around to the door of the passenger's seat to open it. dejun bent over to move closer to you as he gently shook you.
"we're here. come on, i'll get you to your room." his voice fluttered your eyes open, finding his. you didn't say anything and slowly got outside the car as well. dejun clasped his hand around your wrist, placing your arm around his shoulders, while the other was around your waist, pulling you closer and keeping you steady. "hang on, okay?"
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