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Kinktober Day 24

Gender Swap - Hendery

!sub Hendery

Convincing Hendery to put on a skirt was easier than you had thought. You had probably worn him down already, with your own fluid gender expression and your ability to look hot and androgynous in any style of clothing, it made him curious. You had given him a few options from your clothes that you thought may fit him, but left the rest up to him. He took them into your walk-in wardrobe, and closed the door behind him so that you could not watch him change.

“Fuck,” You breathe as he re-enters the room, “Holy shit, Hengi.”

Hendery is wearing a black and white plaid mini skirt, and a tight black cropped singlet. His legs look incredible and you almost lose your mind just from the sight of him, fantasies running wild in your mind, but you remind yourself that this is real, and you can take him like this.

“Do I look okay?” He asks, the question is genuine, his cheeks are bright red and he looks so unsure, “Tell the truth, please?”

You stand up to meet him, striding across the room until you are only inches away, your hands settling on his bare waist, needing to feel him, see him, be with him. You let your fingertips dig in slightly, and he winces from the ticklish pain, but does not move away.

“You look more than okay,” You assure him, “My baby girl.”

Hendery lets out a gasp at the new pet name, and you feel his body tense up, assessing and processing how he feels about it, “Say that again.”

“Say what?” You tease him, letting your hands roam now, you travel down to the hem of his skirt, barely covering his ass, “That you’re my baby girl?”

Hendery squeezes his eyes shut, this time a quiet moan leaves his lips, oh he really fucking likes that, and you are obsessed with his reaction, “Yes, sir,” He responds, using the masculine term for you, one that you always enjoy, “I am, I’m your girl, only yours.”

He crumbles so quickly, liking this even more than either of you had thought. He eagerly leans into your touches, waiting for permission, and soon you tug him down to kiss you. There is something indescribably hot about having him dressed up and submitting like this, so different to any of the ways that he has submitted in the past.

“You’re so beautiful,” You murmur, breaking apart from the kiss to try and catch your breath, “I think I could keep you like this forever, all dressed up and pretty just for me.”

Hendery looks overwhelmed at the praises, falling apart so quickly, the blush on his cheeks is burning hot as you guide him over to sit on the edge of the mattress. You drop down onto your knees on the hardwood floor, hands on his thighs, you spread them apart easily, getting an incredible view under his skirt of his thick, hard cock, visible through his underwear. You run your hands further upwards, under the skirt to the top of his thighs, and he spreads his legs even further in anticipation, he is so flexible, it isn’t difficult for him at all.

“Does my beautiful girl want her dick sucked?” You ask him softly, letting your fingertips trail over his length, “I think she deserves it.”

Hendery gulps, nodding furiously, planting his feet down flat on the floor to keep himself still, “Please sir, please, please suck it,” He stutters, “You always make me feel so good.”

He begins to move to undress himself, but you take his hands to stop him, “No, sweet girl,” You chuckle, “You can leave the skirt on and we’ll just take your panties off, okay?”

Hendery looks so embarrassed by this, but lifts himself up so that you can hook your fingers under the elastic of his briefs to tug them down. Freeing his cock, it stands up, aiding you in rolling his skirt upwards so that you can reach it. You lean up to get into position, taking your time, you lick from the base to the head of his cock before closing your mouth over the tip. He instantly moans while you lower your head down, but you keep your eyes trained on him, smiling lazily around his dick whilst staring up at him through your lashes.

You speed up, loving the way that he feels in your mouth, his hands in your hair, you are so turned on by the feminine, sweet version of your boyfriend that you have in front of you, making him feel good is addictive. Even his moans are more high pitched, breathy, airy, than they usually would be, as if he were trying too, to sound as feminine as he looked, and he is succeeding. You feel his cock twitch and you know he is close, so you pull off him, much to his dismay, and laugh as he whines in disappointment, but this doesn’t last for long as you stand up and push him down onto his back, dropping your pants as fast as you can to move on top of him instead.

Dripping wet, it is easy to take his cock, no need for preparation and only the littlest sting from the stretch, “My pretty doll,” You purr, “Sir needed your beautiful cock, too, it’s not fair if he doesn’t get to cum as well, now, is it?”

Hendery knows what you’re insinuating, moving his hands to your hips to help you build momentum, knowing the best angles to thrust into you, ones that have your eyes rolling back and filthy words falling from your lips. He is close, and you are closer, and he moves to touch your clit, other hand on your chest to tease your nipples, whimpering and whining in time with your own moans, fuck, oh god, it’s happening.

You cum hard and fast, head falling forward into the crook of his neck, biting and sucking at the skin as your thighs shake, cunt clenching to him too as he follows shortly after, streams of cum spilling from the tip of his cock into the deepest point of your cunt as you ride your highs to completion. Slowing down, you rest comfortably in his lap with him still inside you, and you kiss his forehead softly before kissing his lips.

“I love you so much,” You mumble, “No matter what gender.”

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snowyul · 11 months

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já fiz um milhão de pedidos meudeus, amo demais seus Gifs e a qualidade 0@?#;@(#?@) poderia dessa vez fazer um pack de gifs da mina do twice e do hendery do nct, por favor? do mesmo estilo que fez o outro, agradeço desde já 💗

⠀⠀⠀♥︎ feito! peço mil perdões pela demora, espero que goste <3

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︶︶。︶⠀︶︶。ֺׂ⠀⠀︶

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neodreamwaves · 26 days

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Kun and his children

#nct #nct wallpaper #wayv #wayv wallpaper #nct kun #qian kun #wong hendery #nct hendery #nct xiaojun #xiao dejun #nct yangyang #liu yangyang

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diggi-ty · 5 months

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2024 wayv icons 120x120 ☀️ credite count-down on spirit fanfics ! créditos obrigatório / 08.11.23.

#social spirit #spirit fanfics #icons 120x120 #icons spirit #spirit fanfic #nct #icons wayv #nct icons 120x120 #wong hendery #wayv icons #wayv hendery #wayv ten #yangyang wayv #kun wayv #winwin icons #winwin wayv #xiaojun icons #wayv xiaojun

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deryport · 3 months

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called taeyong · para uso pessoal · em caso de inspiração, credite-me.

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years

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Take me to the stars - W.KH

Pairing: Wong Kunhang / Hendery x fem!reader

Word count: 4063 words

AU/Genre: college!AU, stoner!hendery, antisocial nerd!reader, fluff, smut

Warnings: substance consumption and its inevitable consequences, prejudice, oral and fingering (f receiving) unprotected sex (*sighs*), Hendery has a big dick (and I stand by that)

A/n: I put a lot of thought into this, there are approximately 2000 stylistic devices in there, wahtever you might think is weird is there for a reason. Why am I getting defensive?

"...and please check the lists for the partner assignments on your way out."

After what seemed like an eternity of one and a half hours, you move to pack your things. It's your second year in university, of course there are corses that you like and don't like, but literature class is mostly fun. You'd consider yourself a good student when it comes to this subject, you generally like the literature that's discussed in class and in your essays. And, sure, while it's fun to be able to discuss topics with other people to get their opinions that might vary and differ from your own on a variety of topics, you prefer doing things on your own. In your opinion – that's been proven right over and over again in past, forced interactions with classmates, you're the only person you can trust and rely on with your assignments. So the reason why your professor found it necessary to pair you up into groups of two for your next essay is beyond you. Still, on your way out, you fight your way through the bundle of students gathered in front of the professor's desk, searching for your name on the list just like everyone else.

No.

No way.

A 'Would you look at that. Excited to work with me?' from somewhere behind you would be what you'd expect in this type of situation, like they do in movies. Sadly, that is impossible since the person you got paired with - the worst person you could have imagined out of the gathering of tweenies that sit around in this hall with you every Thursday - doesn't even show up to classes.

Wong Hendery, presumably a pain in the ass – actually, you don't know that for sure, you've never seen him since, as mentioned before, he's never stepped a single foot into this building – but you assume he must be. Rumor has it that he's only attending university because his parents want him to. They are filthily rich, so he has to go through with it in order to not lose their financial support. Besides praising him for his laid-back-ness, people also say that he usually hangs around on the big field next to the library with his friends, so this is where you head.

You move through the hallway, mind clouded with sorrow and worries about your grade in the upcoming assignment. It's not that you're that good of a student, you're not the best, but your accomplishments in university bring you far enough to be able to worry about grades, especially since this seems to be the final work for the semester, putting the weight of the importance of assessment heavily on your shoulders. Right now, it is important to you to get good grades, maybe even the best grades, and there's not much space left in your mind to focus on anything else.

As soon as you step out the door, the lovely late March air greets your nostrils, carrying the scent of slowly blooming buds and carefreeness. Your eyes scan over the area of lawn that's filled with students relaxing and enjoying their break in between corses, the weather of gentle sun rays allowing them to spend their time outside, finally, after such a cold winter.

You sigh. You're not here to think about the weather, there's a task at hand, and you won't come far unless you get in touch with the person who you just know is going to make this relatively easy assignment a nightmare of missed deadlines, stress-fueled nail-biting and headaches.

"Wong Hendery?" You shout out in hopes of someone coming over to you. And to your pleasant surprise, someone does. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, hands grabbing ahold of the loops of your backpack that hangs rather heavily on your back. The guy comes closer, and with every step he takes, you understand more and more why everyone seems to be so forgiving with his absenteeism.

"You called me, pretty?" He grins as he comes to a halt in front of you, slightly towering over your smaller height. You gulp.

Admittedly, you'd anticipated someone different, might it be your prejudice from past experiences or something else, but you're a bit stunned, to be honest. Gaze grazing over his exterior, you notice a lot of things about him. You decide that you like his long, slightly wavy, black hair and the way he exclusively dresses in clothes that are at least two sizes too big for him, and vans. It makes him stand out. It makes him special. He doesn't seem to care one bit about the presumed wealth of his family if he dresses like this. It makes you weirdly fond of him, for some reason.

"Uh," for a second, you get lost in his wide smile and his glossy eyes before you're able to catch himself, blinking quickly a couple of times before you open your mouth. "We have to do a literature project together. You coming?"

"Right now?" He asks, a little stunned.

"If you're free?"

He nods, you expect him to grab his stuff, but apparently the only thing be brought was himself, a pack of cigarettes (?) and a lighter that he holds in his hands. Without another word explaining where you're headed, you turn around, guiding the way into the library which you assume he doesn't even know the location of. Silently, he follows you, and you ask yourself just why this was so easy. You'd anticipated him blocking your attempts of trying to get him to work with you, or worse, just leaving without another word or glance. That he's so compliant actually lifts some of the weight of worrying about your final grade off your shoulders.

At the same time, you can't help but to imagine explaining that situation to your professor, maybe getting a free pass on the group project and doing one of your own on your own instead.

You sit down in a separate room in the library that is meant for small study group, which you kind of are, and you whip out your notebook, explaining the assignment to him. You can't really decipher the look in his eyes, so you plainly assume that he knows absolutely nothing about literature, so you begin to explain pretty much everything you did in the lecture until this day briefly.

At that, he nods, but doesn't seem too interested in what you're saying. His dark eyes might be glued to your lips, their movement and the way your tongue glides out to wet them every few minutes, but he just blandly stares seemingly into nothingness. You try not to read too much into that.

After about an hour, you're done.

"Honey, I'll be honest. I have no fucking clue what you're talking about, but how about I take you home and we start together, how's that?"

Slightly thrown off by the name, your mouth opens to protest, but thinking about it, it might be the best solution. That way, he's in a familiar environment, all while you're not: the best way to study, in your opinion. It would also get everything done as soon as possible, giving you the opportunity to focus on your other assignments for the time being. And – and this is most possibly the heaviest reason why you agree – you're kind of curious to see how he lives, not that you'd ever admit to that.

As he pulls into his drive way, you take in your surroundings. Firstly, you're glad that you finally arrived since his car – all due respect – reeks of weed and you'd stepped on multiple McDonald's bags molding away in the footwell during the five minute ride. The mansion you pull up to tells you that the assumption of your peers seem to be correct as it stands proudly before you. As soon as he takes you through the front door, all you see is marble, stucco and chandeliers.

You feel like you should be impressed, but you aren't. Hendery seems like he does not give two shits about money with the way he behaves and carries himself, so you automatically detach him from everything you're seeing right now.

The two of you make your way out the back into the garden, a beautiful wide lawn with trees and flowers blooming around and a about, a little pond on the right side of the area that seem to hold a bunch of fish and ducks. You step forwards on a trail that leads to a separate, smaller house at the back of the garden, almost hidden behind the large bamboo trees the area offers. It's way less pompous than the actual house you'd just seen, and seemed rather normal, like one of those bungalows you slept in during field trips.

Once you arrive inside, you see a lot of carpets, a big couch and a huge TV. Hendery invites you to sit down, and after gently resting your backpack against the couch, you do, watching him leave the room for an unknown reason, and allow yourself to sink into the many pillows as you take in more of the room.

Large windows illuminate the small place Hendery calls his home. There are a few plants on the shelves, that are stuffed full with comic books and video game cases. Next to the couch, you notice a glass door leading to some sort of gaming room that shines purple with LED-light stripes. There's also a staircase leading up to a platform where he sleeps, you assume. On the other side of the staircase you can fairly make out the corners of a kitchen. You have to say, it's pretty neat.

"You like it?" Hendery grins after putting his jacket away and grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen area.

"Sure," you half-smile. You still don't know what to think of this guy. On one hand, you're influenced by his (bad) reputation and therefore still a little anxious about the assignment and how you're going to get this person to work on it with you, with equal amounts of workloads and hours. On the other hand, he draws you in. He seems like an interesting person, and you're surprised that you're really showing so much interest in someone else that you want to get to know them, let alone see their home. You're not superstitious by any means, but you feel like there's a connection.

Hendery turns on the television, allowing a random show to play quietly in the background before taking a medium sized, blue box from the couch table onto his lap.

"You mind?" He asks as he opens it, looking over at you as he presents the contents of the box to you. In there's a stoner's wet dream: different shaped and sized grinders, papers and tips from a variety of brands and a good amount of weed.

"Oh- uh.. of course not, it's your house." You say.

He grins and starts rolling a joint and to be honest, you're mesmerized by the process. He plugs a piece of paper off the block and folds a tiny part at one end in before rolling the whole piece into a papery, white straw. Next, he unzips the bag that contains the weed, expertly picking the right amount to stuff into a small metal cylinder, grinding the dried plant into tiny crumbs. Lastly, he assembles everything inside a thin long-paper. You find yourself watching with interest, to your surprise especially when he brings the whole thing up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet the paper so it will stick together. And even though you don't have much to compare it to, you think the joint looks pretty good.

"Okay, wanna start?" He asks before lighting his joint. He lets the tip sit between his lips and inhales deeply, the scent of weed filling the air, but due to it's freshness, it's much more bearable than inside his care, maybe pleasant, even. You clear your throat before opening the zipper of your backpack.

"Alright, the drama. I think you should read it before we do anything, really. I brought you my copy, you can keep it." You gently place it on the table, careful to not bump into any empty cans or other pieces of general trash with your fingers.

"I already read that," Hendery answers before blowing out a big cloud of smoke into the air, and you notice that he does this to keep the smoke remotely away from you, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

"Oh- great! Then we can take everything a little slower than I thought." You smile to yourself and lean back for a second. Oddly, his presence calms you, or maybe that's just the scent of the smoke slowly creeping up to where you're seated, but you don't have to say that you mind. Somehow, the whole atmosphere is relaxing as it is, finally letting you take a breath from all the stress and burdensome encounters of your life.

The evening carries on and the two of you just start talking about everything and nothing. You notice that he likes to talk about pretty much everything except for himself, the last fact surprisingly characterizes yourself pretty well as well. You enjoy the way he's able to entertain you without even trying, the way he doesn't rely on your answers or input to keep the conversation going. Every time you want to add something, you can, but everything just feels so relaxed that you don't feel pressured, and that is something that makes you instantly fond of him. Usually, people expect something of you, something that you don't want to or can't give them. In the past, this had stressed you out so much, given you anxiety and insomnia to the point where you cut ties with almost everyone you knew.

With Hendery, it's different, and for some reason you hope that it's the same for him. You want him to feel comfortable with you. You want him to be able to open up with you. It's getting awfully late, yet you don't even know anything besides his zodiac sign.

You two sit outside on his porch, listening to the chirping of the crickets while looking at the night sky. He's just finished his second joint of the night, feeling high and free as ever, and you realize that you really like the way he looks when he sits so close to you, eyelids heavy and a lazy grin on his face. Uncharacteristically for you, you find that he's pretty. And he knows a whole lot about the stars and the universe.

You watch him as he babbles about a random constellation and its meaning in ancient Greece, his eyes lighting up almost with passion, his strong jawline, his pretty nose and his slender lips that look so kissable. Not once in your life had you felt like this. It's like the world had stopped moving around you, there's nothing else that matters when you sit here. You feel like you're in a different dimension, like nothing can harm you, and nothing can hurt you, which is why you don't even hesitate as you ask him the following question.

"Can I kiss you, Hendery?"

Before you realize, it's already out there, and before you can worry about it, he's already turned to look at you with a smile. "Are you sure, or are you just high?"

You smile. Maybe the amount of smoke you've passively inhaled in the past hours has made you somewhat more comfortable, but you're not high, or at least, you don't think you are. But you know that you feel something, just like before, like a connection. "I'm not high, Hendery" 'But I want to be high on oxytocin with you', you want to say. But you don't. "I just want to kiss you."

And with that, he leans in, stopping just before his lips touch yours, letting his breath tease your lips before closing the distance. He tastes like weed, of course, but he also tastes like strawberries. Like cotton candy. Like a comfortable hug. Like the gently warmth of a candle. But before you can really sink into the kiss, he's gone again.

He gets up and holds his hand out for you to grab before guiding you inside. He doesn't want you to get cold.

"How come time passes so fast?" You ask, almost pouting as you look at the time on your phone showing that it's past 3am. You really don't want to go home, not yet, you don't want this to end, whatever it might be, and whatever it might lead to. And as if he could read your mind, he offers you to stay.

You find yourself lying in his bed half an hour later, wide open eyes staring at the ceiling above Hendery's mattress, alone, as he offered to take the couch. You feel strange, not because the bed is uncomfortable, not because he's making you uncomfortable, but because you feel so tremendously alone. You feel like you're in a dream when you're with him, so it feels strange once you aren't, as if you're meant to be with him right now.

Quietly, you get up, making your way down the steps of the staircase carefully as to not wake him up. You're not exactly sure what your plan is, and this is so not you, a person who usually plans every single step of your daily routine in detail to not have to face any unpleasant surprises, and to not miss anything.

You can already see him on the couch, his figure completely wrapped in a blanket between the pillows, the light on his porch shining through the windows illuminating his frame.

Carefully, you sit down on the couch and he stirs, turning his body to face you.

"You okay?"

"Can't sleep."

"Come here." He lifts his blanket, inviting you to lay with him. Hesitantly for a second, you take his offer, slipping underneath the blanket with him. And you've never felt so warm. You cuddle your back into his chest and he hugs you from behind.

"Is this really okay for you?" You turn your head to look at him.

He lifts his head to look at you, a surprised raise to his eyebrows. "Are you asking because I stopped kissing you?"

You nod.

"Do you want me to be honest?"

You nod again.

"If I would have kept kissing you, I don't know if I could have stopped there. Your lips just- you taste like something I can't quite explain, you know, but it felt too good. Didn't want to pressure you into anything just because I didn't want to hold back. It's just- there's something about you that takes me in."

"I liked kissing you too." You completely turn around now, his face only centimeters away from yours.

"Do you want to do it again?"

You kiss him. Deeply. Trying to put all of the emotions of safety you're feeling into the kiss, and there you taste it again. Caramel, Hazelnut, the feeling of warm morning sun on your skin. And you don't want to let it go.

Before you know it, your hands find hold on his chest, gently caressing him over his shirt. You feel one of his big hands taking yours, gently holding it onto himself so you can feel his heart beating a little faster. Yours does it too. You shift closer to him. Everything is still too far away.

This time, it's you who breaks the kiss. You look into his eyes.

"I want you, Hendery." You're still so close that you can feel his breath hitch against your skin.

"Are you sure?" His voice is barely above a whisper. Is he trying to hold himself back? As an answer, you let your hand wander over his tummy downwards, deeper and deeper until you reach the hem of his sweatpants. You feel him gasp.

"You can have me any way you like," you whisper into his ear. That's all it takes for him to kiss you again, messier than before, but still contained. He shifts above you, caging you with his taller frame. You use the opportunity to let your hands finally wander over his body. You couldn't make it out under his baggy clothing, but he is pretty slim, but muscular still.

"I want to taste you, baby," he mumbles into your mouth, "not just your mouth. I want to taste everything."

His words make you whine against him. In this moment, you don't care you didn't properly shave this morning, you don't care about anything else than the man above you, who wants you just as bad as you want him.

You allow him to take his pants off you (that he gave you before you went to bed) and you open your legs for him to have you. You feel goosebumps prickle over your skin as his breath hits your core. And when he finally leans in to taste you, you're gone. The way his tongue tangles around your clit, the way he sucks you into his mouth is heavenly. Never has anyone made you feel quite like this.

Raw moans leave your lips, catching his ears and spurning him on as he fucks his tongue into your hole, revenging the inside of your wetness like a starved man. You can hear him groan.

Hendery looks up at you, keeping steady eye contact as he inserts a finger into you, slowly pushing in, making you feel every centimeter of it before he curls it up, moving in and out to rub over that sensitive area inside of you. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, and he uses the loss of eye contact to focus on your core again, adding a second finger before diving in, lapping skillfully at your clit.

Right now, you feel like you're in heaven. Or in hell, because it's too hot and sexy to be heaven. Either way, you feel your orgasm approaching incredibly fast. You don't hold back, moans spilling from your lips as you let yourself go onto his tongue, onto his fingers that move so perfectly inside you that you could cry. The waves of your orgasm crash over you in a way you feel like you've never felt before. You cry out Hendery's name, your hands holding onto his hair as he lets you ride out your high on his tongue, only pulling back after leaving you overly sensitive.

He comes back up to kiss you, making you taste yourself and for some reason, it's the sexiest thing you can imagine right now. You still want him inside you, though. and you let him know by desperately rocking your hips against his.

"Please, I want you in me, Hendery"

He does as you say, not being able to wait any longer to finally unite with you, finally be as close to each other as possible. He removes his pants and you can't wait for him to finally, finally enter you as you feel his tip against your entrance.

He is big, stretching you out deliciously as he fills you up, his cock seemingly having no end as he keeps sinking deeper into you. You cling into his shoulders, eyes finding his in this moment of oneness as he bottoms out inside of you. Never have you felt so full, so complete, heart fluttering away in your chest along with the butterflies in your tummy.

"So big," you sigh as you feel him slowly move, clenching around him almost as if your walls didn't want to let him go. He tries to hold back his sounds so he can hear you properly, letting out the sweetest sounds he's ever heard. He wants to give you the world, just as you want to give it back to him. You could stay like this for hours, forever, you don't want anything else. There's nothing else in your mind but him, him, him, as he keeps dragging his tip along your walls.

However the night ends, whether it fades into day, you don't care. As long as he's with you, you don't have a worry in the world.

#neohub #nct #nct smut #nct fanfic #smut #kpop #kpop smut #fem reader #wayv #nct wayv #wayv smut #nct x reader #hendery smut #hendery x reader #wong kunhang #kunhang smut #wong hendery

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manctmemories · 10 days

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#nct #way v #wayv #wong hendery #wong kunhang #wong guanheng #huang guanheng #huang kunhang #huang hendery #hendery #guanheng #kunhang

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hyuckieslove · 2 years

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nct ot23 as high school students

taeil:

normally he's really quiet

but he's just so fucking weird when he's with his friends

the type of kid you'd make embarrassing but cute memories with

choir kid with an amazingly powerful voice

really wholesome too

johnny:

weirdly loveable dickhead

gratingly dumb but at least he's cute

stupidly cute at that

makes random dumb jokes in the middle of class that you sadly find funny

used to be one of the dudes that moaned really loudly in middle school

and sometimes still acts that way

make you wonder how you ever had a crush on him

taeyong:

baby but also mom friend

helps everyone with everything

sometimes takes on too much but somehow handles it in a way that doesn't lead to a total mental breakdown

sweetest person ever.

yuta:

BISEXUAL.

lowkey intimidating with absolutely no filter

but fluffball on the inside

one moment he's the straightest person in the room, next he's trying to make out with mark /srs

so. fucking. flirty.

would ask for your number and say it's for a project/homework or whatever but only text you random and very questionable tiktoks

ig it's his ✨special✨ way of flirting

doyoung:

endearingly annoying nerd

never shuts up during class but somehow always scores really high

LOVES to argue with people *cough* taeyong *cough*

he's on the debate team and absolutely demolishes his opponent

to the point that they cry

has a really tight-knit friend group he's the mom of

secretly really caring

kun:

kun would probably be the one of the smart preppy nice kids

like that one really nice kid who basically adopts you (the new kid) and makes you feel at home

he probably tutors kids in his class or younger for free

everybody (even the teachers) knows and loves him since he brings in baked treats every now and then for no reason at all<3

all in all an absolute sweetheart

ten:

ten would definitely be one of the artsy, indie kid that is very gay lol

he'd do extra credit projects solely because he's bored and has a ton of ideas

it'd turn out really impressive and would get him double the credits

has impeccable taste in literally everything, esp music and clothes

jaehyun:

no one knows anything about him but is somehow really popular

rarely talks but when he does everyone, men, women, and neither, alike all swoon

insanely weird but no one notices because he's also insanely handsome

winwin:

quiet kid

barely pays attention in class but always get really good grades

seems totally innocent

but could kill you if he wanted

always reading books or manga

secret weeb lol

jungwoo:

sinnamon roll

looks super innocent but actually very dirty

his looks and voice just dont match the things he says at all

uwu nevertheless

always really smiley

trys to make you feel better with dumb jokes and cookies when you're feeling down

mark:

confused™️

either doesn't pay attention

or genuinely trys but forgets a second later because of johnny being a (lovable) dick

legit trys his hardest but ends up getting help from taeyong or kun

takes on too many projects and is lowkey overworked from it

but all of his friends are there for emotional support <3

xiaojun:

he'd also be one of the really sweet smart kids, esp after kun adopted him

trys his best but gets average grades

thankfully has the rest of his friends for emotional support

very musically talented (like seriously, he has the voice of a literal angel) so def a choir/theater kid

lucas:

funny popular dude who actually super sweet

loud af

makes the most random jokes and has a TON of confidence

the whole school knows him

but also would help you if you dropped all your books and class starts in 3 minutes

the type of dude to sing about beans in front of the whole ass school

hendery:

gamer weeb kid whos always on monster energy no. 1

speaks in tongues (gamer tounges to be specific)

constantly quotes old vines

living meme

but surprisingly smart

and somehow gets 99% on like every test

learning japanese because of anime

says he wishes he was an anime waifu but you can't tell if he's joking or not

renjun:

renjun is also one the artsy indie gay kids

and he would also spend a lot time with music, either playing an instrument or singing to/with his friends

extremely talented with languages, probs the best scoring french student

he's rlly thoughtful and would also make his friends really pretty drawings of thing they like or stuff that reminds him of them for birthdays

jeno:

wholesome™️

will give anyone a copy of his notes (which are, like really pretty and helpful)

he's a really good student

really introverted too, but has no problem talking to and being nice to people

haechan:

is royalty and knows it.

sassy mini doyoung

is so much like doyoung in many ways but is also out for doyoung's blood

doyoung: breathes

haechan: shut the fuck up asshole im using your toothbrush to scrub yuta's toenails you bitch

unapologetically himself 👑

has superior music taste (beyonce, britney spears, lana del ray, need i say more?)

jaemin:

the kid thats popular solely because hes the nicest person on earth

is friends with 70% of the school but has like 6 really really close friends

joking flirts with his close friends all the time

but panicked gay when they flirt back lol

(that last part totally isnt me 😅)

yangyang:

gamer weeb kid whos always on monster energy no. 2

probably high on something

dirty minded 12 year old little brother vibes

he's secretly smart and gets good grades but no one would think that because of how dense he acts

does tons of stupid things

but only when he's with his friends

when he's alone he's just unnervingly quiet

shotaro:

the new kid who's still kinda shy no. 1

really helpful tho

kinda hides behind kun and taeyong

but has a really unique personality once you get to know him

will talk a lot with people he feels comfortable with

but is a great listener too

cinnamon roll

sungchan:

the new kid who's still kinda shy no. 2

also very chaotic

you would think he's really soft spoken and nerdy at first glance but really he's a lucas in the making

also very good at sports in general, esp basketball, unsurprisingly

once he's out of his shell, and combined with the other members, hell will be unleashed

chenle:

questionably rich weird smart kid

probably is the head of a mafia

has tons of empty monster energy cans in his locker

and only one broken pencil

little brother who plays minecraft energy

jisung:

baby

somehow more clueless than mark

thoughtful tho

extroverted introvert

super shy in public but is a whole new person with close friends

really bubbly and sweet

truly a new soul

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