#nct qian kun

[sweetiesicheng]

kun - fire drill

word count : 736

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"stupid essay..." you mumbled as you submitted your assignment. you looked at the time on your laptop and saw that it was just about to be three o'clock.

so sleepy...

you closed your laptop and climbed into your bed. you pulled your blanket over yourself and closed your eyes.

but all of a sudden, the fire alarm started going off and you just opened your eyes.

is this a fever dream?

you got out of bed and peeked your head into the hallway.

"is this a drill?" someone asked a few doors down from you.

"i think so," another person spoke while walking past you.

you stayed quiet and slipped on your sandals before walking out of your room. you went downstairs and went into the lobby before exiting the building.

"y/n!" you heard your name being called out and turned around to see some of your friends standing together. you walked up to them, where your boyfriend immediately hugged you.

"it's cold..." you mumbled your words.

"why are you wearing shorts? you should've put sweatpants on or something," kun scolded you before kissing your forehead.

"if there was an actual fire, i'd probably be running for my life, not worrying about sweatpants," you spoke.

"and yet you put sandals on?" ten asked you.

"oh shut up," you replied. kun let go out of you and took his jacket off. he draped his jacket over you and hugged you again. "can i spend the night in your dorm?" you asked him.

"you can, just don't go into the bathroom. you really don't want to go in there," jaehyun spoke up.

"yea, somebody threw paint all over the floor and shower and we're still cleaning it up," kun added. "you're sleeping in the hallway tonight, jungwoo."

"what did i do?!" the accused whined and pouted.

"why do we know this dude?" lucas asked.

"you're no better! you threw my textbook out the window and almost hit someone!" doyoung complained.

you looked at the time on kun's watch and saw that it was fifteen minutes past three o'clock.

"hey, where's everyone going?" jungwoo asked and you saw some students walking to another building.

"i guess we're all going in there," jaehyun said and all of you started walking towards the basketball center.

kun held your hand and both of you started walking. "were you asleep?" he asked you.

"i had just fallen asleep," you mentioned. "i was trying to get something done before today, but i procrastinated. were you awake?"

"me and jaehyun were dealing with the idiots, so yea," he replied. "i was on ra duty anyone so i just decided to stay up.”

"i still can't believe you took the job. you work way too much and just piled on more work for yourself," you said to him as you walked into of the student center.

he shrugged his shoulders as you guys followed your friends. "i'm up late because of them anyways, so it's alright."

you and your friends were gathered in a corner. kun sat down and made you sit down on his lap while he hugged you to keep you warm.

"do you think they'd notice if we took this?" lucas asked, trying to lift a giant pot with a plant in it.

"i swear to god, i'll actually write you up if you do something stupid while we're here," jaehyun spoke and pulled lucas to sit down with us.

all of the guys talked while kun rubbed his hand up and down your back. you were in the verge of falling asleep before everyone started leaving the student center to go back to the dorm hall.

"babe, we need to go," kun said to you.

you buried your head in the crook of his neck and whined.

"i can take over tonight if you want to be with her," you heard jaehyun say to kun.

"you sure?" kun asked.

"yea, it's fine. i need to get some work done anyways," jaehyun replied.

"okay, thanks," kun replied. "babe, come on, at least walk back."

you grumbled and finally stood up while rubbing your eyes. kun walked his arm over your shoulders and walked you back to the dorm hall.

he brought you to his room, and you instantly laid on his bed and hogged his blanket. kun chuckled and laid down next to you, "sleep well," he said and kissed your forehead.

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[dearssunshine]

220725 8:04 a.m.

ten shot.

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[sunflowercheol]

Beautiful Time

Prince! Kun AU

[AU MASTERLIST]

[P] - [Chapter 6] - [N]

pairing: Qian Kun x Female Reader

genre: fluff, chaos

warnings: cliffhangeeer! / but none apart from that 

word count: 1,291

A/N: i am trying to get more focused on this since i really have the basics of how i want it all to play out, just need to focus on the actual writing part. But I am starting to get more motivation, so let’s see when i can finish the next part! two more parts til their big day though! also tag list is open if any one is interested in getting notified when the next part is! hope you enjoy!!

After walking deep in the garden, you and Kun decide to sit on one of the benches in the garden. He looks around the quiet garden while you glance at him through your peripheral.

“I’m really sorry for Ten’s actions last night,” Kun brings up again as he leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “I know I should have cut off the conversation as soon as I saw him take you away—”

“Stop talking and listen to yourself! You were willing to come off as rude and weak to the general for a person who is not worth it!” You interrupt him, not wanting him to continue to blame himself for what happened last night.

He sighs. “I don’t know if you’re calling Ten or yourself unworthy. If its Ten, then hell yeah, he is not worth it. But if you are talking about you?” He sits up and grabs your face in between his warm hands. “Then you are worth everything, regardless of what happens to me.”

You look into his shining eyes and playfully push him away, weakly. “Stop, you’re going to make me all flustered.” He laughs, kissing your forehead before pulling away.

Right when he opens his mouth to say something to you, a splash of something wet and cold hits the both of you which causes you two to shriek.

“Stop being all cutesy!” Renjun yells, running away with Chenle as they each hold an empty bucket. Kun immediately stands up, allowing you to see the entirety of his back wet. You laugh and turn around to see your brothers and Chenle giggling and running into the maze of a garden, throwing the buckets towards you two to slow you down.

You jump up and grab the water hose that was left behind by a gardener as Kun grabs a nozzle that he found lying nearby. You quietly weave through the maze-like garden with Kun helping you look for the young princes. You were able to find the four princes by their giggles and their loud shushes as they tried to get each other to quiet down—keyword: tried. Kun nudges you and hands you the nozzle for the hose and gestures that he will go turn on the water. You nod, quickly placing the nozzle on the hose and wait for Kun to turn on the water.

“NOW!” you hear Kun faintly yell from a distance. You run around the hedge that the four princes are hiding behind and press on the lever, aiming directly at them. They all scream as the cold water hits them.

“OKAY! STOP, STOP, STOP!” Sicheng screams as he shoves Yukhei in front of him to get drenched by the water instead. You let go of the lever right when Kun arrives. He laughs, looking at the now wet princes. He grabs the hose out of your hands, “Now. Whose idea was it to throw two buckets of water at me?”

The princes refuse to make eye contact with him and resort to looking at the ground, lightly nudging each other to confess. Kun aims to Renjun and Chenle, allowing Yukhei and Sicheng to escape. “Which one?” Neither of them says anything making Kun press the lever. Renjun and Chenle flinch, but when no water goes their way, the two of them look towards Kun. You look at Kun as well only for him to make eye contact with you.

“There’s no-“ he gets cut off by Yukhei pouring a bucket of water over his head. Kun drops the hose causing Yukhei to drop the bucket and quickly grabbing the hose. “NOW, SICHENG!” Yukhei yells, causing you to run away from them and try to find a hiding spot in the garden. Chenle and Renjun try to stop you by running after you, but Kun grabs on to them tightly and throws his body weight onto them.

You stop running after you get back to where you and Kun were in the beginning, hearing the playful screeches of the princes in the distance. Let’s do it like good old times, you thought. You head to the gardener’s shed and find another hose with a nozzle already on one end. You quickly run to the tap and turn off the water, disconnecting the hose and connecting the one you found. You run towards the princes from a different direction and see them questioning why there was no water coming out of the hose, and you press on the lever spraying all of them. They all yell, surprised as they weren’t expecting you. Sicheng runs towards you, trying to snatch the hose out of your hands. You both struggle for a bit, with you trying to spray Sicheng in the face and Sicheng trying to stop you and trying to get the hose out of your grip.

“What’s this?!” Mother yells behind you as she approaches the chaos that was unleashed. You quickly let go of the hose and move next to Sicheng, which makes Sicheng almost lose his balance. This causes him to press down the lever, while the nozzle is aimed towards your mother. She screams as the cold water hits her, and Sicheng immediately drops the hose, all of you freezing in fear. A couple of guards come running to your mother’s aid after hearing her loud scream. Your father’s head could be seen above the rest of the guards causing you to grab onto Sicheng’s arm as the both of you run away to hide. This causes the rest of the princes to snap back into reality and to run and hide with you two behind some hedges, quietly laughing at what happened as all of you continue to watch what would go down.

“What happened, darling?” your father asks your mother as the guards leave once they notice that it wasn’t something threatening her safety. She aggravatedly sighs, “They’re acting like little children!”

Father laughs, holding on to Mother’s arm. “Oh, my sweet love. You must remember what it was like to be young and to have fun?” She shrugs him off and grabs the hose that Sicheng had dropped. “Oh, I certainly do,” she responds as she presses the lever and pointing it at your father. He stands there, with his mouth wide open frozen in shock as your Mother did that. You all laugh a little too loudly, alerting your mother where you are all hiding. She turns around and quickly aims where you all were hiding, effectively getting the ones that were in the front wet. You all scream and run away, with the King and Queen’s laughter heard over the screams.

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You walk out of your bathroom drying your hair with your towel. You sit down on your vanity chair and grab the hairbrush to take out the tangles out of your hair. As soon as you finish brushing your hair, you hear a quiet knock at your door. You put your brush down a little curious as to who it was, since your brothers just barge in without knocking—much less knock louder than what you heard if they ever were to knock—and anyone else, including Kun and Chenle, announce that they are there.

“Who is it?” you question loudly and turn in your chair to face the door. The person just knocks again before calling out your name in a teasing manner. You still can’t recognize the voice, but you get too curious and get up to open the door and see who it is.

Opening the door, you make eye contact with the one person you thought that you wouldn’t see for a while.

“Hello there,” he smirks, as he casually leans against your door frame.

[NEXT]

#kun prince au #nct prince au #kun au #wayv kun #nct kun #nct qian kun #nct u #nct 2018 #beautiful time au

[its-taeil-time]

Qian Kun

☁︎ - fluff // ✶ - angst // ☽ - mature 

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one-shots

one hundredth page  [10.8k] ☁︎

➥ college!au, friends to lovers

a thesis is just one big, long goodbye to university and a tremendous hug from adult life. it is also a headache if you happen to be a psychology major. when her friend basically ditches her as her partner on her thesis and the textbooks are unable to give her an eventful idea to get the best grade she can, her whole world comes crashing down. behind some textbooks in the library seated her savior, glasses propped on the bridge of his nose, lowered by his fingers when she screams: “qian kun, i need your help!”.

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[neonsbian]

kun & yangyang visiting ten during filming for nightwalker <3

#wayv #nct #nctinc #wayvnet #wayvedit #nctedit #ten #kun #yangyang #ten lee #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #qian kun #liu yangyang #gifs #userbexrex #oorieri #wayv family 6ever 😭

[xiaojuun]

#wayv #nct #nctinc #wayvnet #qian kun #useroro #maretag #ninqztual #eritual #tuseral #dearestmillie #rhitag #leksietag #userbexrex #higabi #erigifs #eri.wayv #kun. ✈️ #having an experience . don't look at me

[teasteeper]

no one but you (l.yy)

masterlist | part 2

pairing: loser!yangyang, bf!kun x gf!reader

genre: angst, smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: pinv, rough sex, car sex, oral (m receiving), "daddy"

words: 1k

Yangyang’s eyes stay squeezed shut, desperately trying to imagine a scene far from his current reality. After all of Dejun's nagging at him to ‘just get laid’, he really started to believe that getting his dick wet was all he needed to get over you. But the girl under him didn’t look like you, hence him refusing to open his eyes, and her piercing, screeching mewls were nothing like your broken, breathy whimpers.

As he fucked her into his mattress he tried to recall the countless nights he spent laying there fisting his own cock, straining his ears to hear your pretty moans from the bedroom next door, to hear you get fucked by someone else. Your boyfriend. Kun.

The thin walls and their bedrooms being side by side was a blessing and a curse. It drove Yangyang insane, most nights soundtracked by the sound of you and Kun fucking like bunnies. Forced to bite into his bottom lip so hard he would draw blood to hold back his moans. Forced to cum into his own hand while Kun was surely emptying himself into your tight cunt. Forced to walk into the kitchen the next morning to the sight of you in nothing but one of Kun’s shirts and a pair of tiny sleep shorts, all glowy skin and sleepy smile and raspy voice all thanks to someone who wasn’t him.

“Babe? What’s wrong? Everything okay?”

Yangyang had half a brain to try and hide the grimace her voice threatened to put on his face. He reluctantly pulled back to look at her, to at least pretend like he was there. She wasn’t pretty because she wasn’t you, he thought as his droopy eyes inspected her. She wasn’t you, but there was something pretty in her messy, fucked out demeanor. His eyes trailed over the mascara smudged around her eyes, her flushed cheeks and hair splayed over his pillow. He pistoned his hips forward, watching as her brows furrowed and jaw dropped in a high pitched mewl.

It only made him think of your soft moans and Kun’s words, ‘There she is, my good girl’, ‘Where does it all go, hm? How does that little pussy take it all?’, ‘So pretty for daddy. Daddy’s girl’.

And your muffled responses had Yangyang off his face every time, imagining it was him your eyes were staring up at as you offered shaky responses.

He looked into the girl's eyes trying to imagine the teary gaze on you. A pained moan left his parted lips at the thought of how good you'd be, so pretty and malleable under him, taking everything he gave you. He knew you could take it rough, kept awake by the dull rhythm of Kun's bed frame against the wall separating their rooms. Yangyang honestly didn't know if you were home, but if you were you'd most likely be in Kun's room, just next door. He picked up his pace, groaning out as his own bed began to thump against the wall.

The girl under him squeezed around his cock in response to the force, and Yangyang's hesitation started to melt. If you could hear him right now he wanted it to sound like he was enjoying himself. Payback for every night you spent without a single thought of him. His jaw went slack, plump lips parting as his moans rang out. His thrusts were sloppy and hard, unleashing months' worth of frustration and hurt.

"Babe-"

"D-Daddy. Call me daddy."

He was shameless, utterly projecting his fantasies of you onto this girl. She didn't have your voice, but her whiny, feminine voice calling him daddy would suffice. His length throbbed inside her, "Louder. Yeah, fuck-"

His dark brows furrowed, grimacing as he pulled his length from her cunt and fisted his cock until he was cumming, warm cum making a mess on her torso. If it was you he wouldn't pull out. He'd give you everything, anything to make you his. This girl wasn't right, she was all wrong, and he firmly believed anyone who wasn't you would be wrong. There was no one but you.

So he gave up fucking random girls, Dejun's advice be damned.

Unbeknownst to Yangyang you hadn't been home to listen in on his performance. Kun had taken you on a sweet date, first to a nice dinner and then a drive to your favourite lookout spot over the city. He coaxed you to the backseat to straddle his lap, pushing your silky skirt up your thighs. His big hands bounced you on his cock as he trailed messy kisses up your neck, nipping scarlet bruises onto your skin.

He held your shaking frame to his chest as you came, combing his fingers through your hair with your face buried in his neck. When you came down he ushered you to lay on your back, your head in his lap as he smiled lazily down at you, ghosting his fingertips over your warm cheeks.

You lazed in the backseat talking about nothing, nuzzling your face into his thigh. Somehow the conversation led to the members, Yangyang included. Kun let out a soft laugh, his hand cupping your cheek as you placed kisses to his thigh. “He likes you, you know.”

Your brows furrowed, continuing your soft kisses, “Huh? Really?”

“The poor kid’s in love.”

You continued, unfazed, reaching your hand up to palm Kun’s cock and pulling a soft hum from his chest. “That’s too bad,” you smiled up at him, your eyes trained on his as you pressed your lips to the head of his cock, “I’m in love with you.”

Kun sighed dreamily, tugging your bottom lip down with his thumb and watching your mouth drop open, working your tongue over his slit. “Tell me about it, baby.”

You giggled around his length, pulling off with a pop to look up at him, starry eyes blown wide and lips wet and puffy, “No one but you.”

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[galacticseonghwa]

Can you (if you want to of course hshs) do the pretty boy text you did with dream but with WayV? Pls?

Thank you.

i can do that my love! i hope you like it <3

WAYV reactions to you calling them pretty boy for the first time

INCLUDES: wayv being whipped, expressing my delusions for them tbh, yang yang not escaping the daddy live, this is my first time doing wayv texts so I'm trying to find the right personalities for them over text so it'll be a little bit awkward

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[tvxqdbsk]

WAYV : ON MY YOUTH 遗憾效应

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[nctsworld]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUN! ♡

#kun #qian kun #nct #wayv #nctinc #itsnctsworld #kungifs #wayvgifs #nctgifs #cee.gifs #the perfect man..... happy birthday sir

[sweetiesicheng]

kun - cover

word count : 557

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you put your hands on the back on your head and started pacing around the room while practicing. "we gon' light it up. light it up now darling," you sang, "we can make the stars align. we gon' light it up. light it up now we sparkling."

you stopped singing, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.

you sang the same part again but couldn't get yourself to like how your voice sounded.

"somebody looks unhappy."

you turned around and saw kun standing in the doorway. with a grin on his face, he walked in, letting the door close by itself behind him. he opened his arms up and both of you walked towards each other until both of you hugged each other.

"i missed you," kun said to you and kissed your forehead. "how long have you been here?"

"two hours? not too long," you answered. "but i haven't been able to practice much lately, i'm trying to get some time in before tomorrow night," you mentioned before sighing, not wanting to think about tomorrow’s performance.

"let me listen. i bet you sound great," he said.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i'm probably not gonna sound good."

"i'll be the judge of that, missy," he said and kissed your forehead again. you nodded and walked to the sound system so you could play the music. you played the music from your phone, which was connected to a cord that connected to the sound system. you played the song and the music started playing from the speakers.

you started singing through the whole song while kun sat on the floor and listened to you. he kept up his smile as he listened to you. after a few minutes, you finished singing and the instrumental started playing again. you paused the music and kun applauded you.

"that was really good," he complimented. "you sound amazing."

"really?" you questioned.

he nodded, "mhm." then, he gestured you to sit next to him, "come here." you walked over to him and sat down in front of him. he leaned in and kissed your forehead again. "you're gonna do great at the recording, and you're gonna do great at the showcase," he said to you. "you've been working really hard on everything. i know you've been busy and said you haven't been able to practice much, but you sound great."

"thank you," you smiled at him.

"there's that smile i love," he said and pecked your lips. "when are you leaving?" he asked you.

"probably around ten. i need to practice the dances, too," you said.

"let's dance together," he said and both of you stood up. "you're dancing with red velvet, right?" he asked you.

"yea," you said and walked to your phone. you started playing music and started going over choreography while kun did random stuff since he definitely did not know the choreography. you turned around to look at kun, "you look like a chicken."

"am i supposed to take that as a compliment or something?" he asked. "since you know the choreography, you should teach me."

"really?" you questioned him.

"yea, come on. what else are you gonna do?" he said.

"okay, let's dance," you said to him. you started teaching him the choreography, and he stole some kisses to make sure you were happy and no longer stressing out.

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[firetrucks]

kun — nct 2023 connection

#nctinc #nct #nct 2023 #wayv #kun #qian kun #mine #gifs #*firetrucks

[00127am]

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

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

“it’s hot”

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

"you’ve said that,”

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

“i’ll keep saying it,”

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

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

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

“if you got out of my bed,”

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

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

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

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

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

“… yeah?”

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

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

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

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

"me? or the heat?"

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

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

"honest answer? or a funny one?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i think you're my favorite,"

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

"everything,"

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

"it's hot,"

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

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

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

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[starlightkun]

❧ word count: 3.4k ❧ warnings: cursing, drinking (reader gets a bit tips), vomiting ❧ genre: fluff, angst?, friends to lovers, fake dating at the office holiday party trope, reader is stupid (beloved) ❧ extra info: title taken from merry-go-round (christmas edition) by astro my loves ❧ author’s note: idk what it is about kun and christmas and cheesy hallmark movie premises that gets me going but i hope yall r liking all these lmao

“I’ll do it.” Kun immediately offered.

“Huh?”

“I’ll be your fake boyfriend for the night.”

“I lead a cursed existence,” you declared as soon as Kun picked up, slamming your front door closed behind you.

“Uh, why? What happened now?” Your friend’s voice was concerned.

“Jangwook wants to meet my boyfriend at the office Holiday Party this Friday.” You threw your house keys onto your kitchen table and stalked into your bedroom.

Kun knew exactly who you were talking about, your coworker who had been not-so-subtle in his advances towards you, crossing the line on more than one occasion. “I thought you reported him to HR.”

“Yeah, I did.” You kicked your shoes off and into your closet.

“And he still works there?!”

“Uh-huh,” you scoffed, putting him on speakerphone to start getting changed out of your work clothes. “That’s unfortunately usually how that goes.”

“God, Y/N, I’m sorry.” Kun’s voice was sincere. “You’re looking for another job, right?”

“I just started, do you know how bad it looks on a résumé to only work somewhere for less than six months?”

“I think quitting is pretty justified in these circumstances.”

“Well, I’m not. So now I have to find a fake boyfriend in the next two days or it’s going to get worse.”

“I’ll do it.” He immediately offered.

You stopped in your tracks as you were grabbing your pajamas from your dresser. “Huh?”

“I’ll be your fake boyfriend for the night,” Kun reiterated. “Come on, who else would you have asked? Yangyang?”

“Sicheng, maybe, if he wasn’t too busy.” You referenced another mutual friend of yours.

“He’s working.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, I’ll do it.”

“Alright, thanks, Kun,” you agreed. “I’ll owe you one.”

Two days later, you stopped Kun outside the event venue where the Holiday Party was supposed to be happening. Everything had to be perfect tonight, you two had to be convincing. In order to distract yourself from that idea, you readjusted the neckline of Kun’s turtleneck for a moment and smoothed over the lapels of his suit jacket.

“Okay, there you go,” you smiled at him nervously, then fidgeted with the hem of your outfit. “Do I look okay?”

“You look beautiful,” he assured you, offering his hand out to you. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you sighed, lacing your fingers with his, ignoring the sparking along your skin where it touched his.

Walking into the party, you immediately wanted to leave. The venue was abuzz with chatter from all your coworkers, and Christmas music blasted from speakers somewhere. You spotted the bar in the far corner, and pulled Kun over there.

“No fucking way am I doing this sober,” you muttered to him, earning a laugh.

“Go for it,” he rubbed your back as the two of you sidled up to the bar. “I’m driving.”

After ordering your drink and Kun’s soda, you turned around to the rest of the party, eyes searching for somebody pleasant you could talk to. You finally spotted one of your work friends and led Kun over to her table.

“Hey, Sookyung,” you greeted her brightly.

“Y/N!” She threw her arms around your neck. Already tipsy. “There you are!”

“Here I am!” You chuckled, hugging her back. “How are you?”

“Great! Great!” She beamed at you as you pulled away, inquisitive eyes finding Kun next to you. “And who’s this?”

“Sookyung, this is my boyfriend, Kun.” You hoped your voice didn’t squeak too much over the word boyfriend. “Kun, this is Sookyung, we work on the same floor.”

“Nice to meet you.” He went to offer his hand for a handshake, but she just squealed and hugged him anyway as well.

He looked over at you in confusion, and you mouthed ‘drunk hugger’ to him. He made an ‘ahh’ sound, gingerly patting her back before she let go of him.

“So I get to finally meet you!” She was beaming at him. “When Y/N would talk about you and talk about her boyfriend, I always thought you were two separate people! And I felt bad for her boyfriend because I sort of thought she had a crush on this Kun guy. But you’re the same person! That makes so much more sense.”

“You’re not driving home, right?” You asked her pointedly, feeling your skin grow hot with embarrassment and needing to divert from that information as soon as possible.

“Nope!” She giggled. “My girlfriend’s here somewhere. She doesn’t drink.”

“Good, good.”

“Speaking of, there she is!” Sookyung took off into the crowd.

“And there she goes,” you shook your head, watching her disappear between other bodies.

You fortunately didn’t have very long alone with Kun to address what she had just said, as another coworker appeared at your table. Unfortunately, it was the exact person you’d hoped to avoid for as long as possible.

“Y/N,” Jangwook set his drink down, already far too close for comfort.

You instinctually backed away from him, right into Kun. Before you could apologize, though, Kun wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, letting his hand settle on your hip.

He offered his other hand out to your coworker. “Qian Kun, I don’t think we’ve met.”

Jangwook shook his hand, and you could see his face contort with pain for a brief flash before he took his hand back. “Lee Jangwook.”

“Jangwook, this is my boyfriend, Kun,” you made introductions awkwardly. “Kun, Jangwook and I are on the same team at work.”

Your coworker seemed to be sizing Kun up for a moment, appraising him and the hand he still had on you, and Kun met his gaze, unwavering. Before you could attempt to continue the tense small talk, a hand grabbed your elbow, and Sookyung was suddenly at your side again.

“Y/N! The girls are doing shots, come on!”

“Sook, I don’t want to—” You were cut off by her insistently tugging you out of Kun’s grasp.

“I’ll be fine here,” Kun reassured you with a dazzling smile, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead before fully letting you go. “Go have fun.”

“O-Okay,” you replied, your voice higher as you were a bit stunned.

Needing no further prompting, Sookyung yanked you off towards the bar. You let her talk you into doing one shot with her and some other female coworkers of yours. It was your usual after-work drinks crew minus a couple men.

You set the shot glass back down with a heavy thunk on the bartop. “Alright, that’s it for me.”

A chorus of disappointed groans came at that, but you stayed firm on your decision as they all got another round, and you watched them, sipping on your cocktail you’d gotten earlier.

“You and your boyfriend are so cute, Y/N,” another one of your coworkers gushed, squeezing your forearm. “I saw you two walk in and I was just like ‘ugh, I need to find somebody who looks at me like that!’ Where did you get him?”

“Oh, we met in college,” you explained vaguely. “Friend of a friend.”

“Then why have you never brought him before?”

She was talking about the other monthly events that your workplace puts on for the employees and their significant others to socialize. You’d gone stag to the other five.

“He’s busy. He travels for work.”

“What does he do?”

“Structural engineer. So he has to be on-site for a lot of builds and stuff. He just got a promotion last month, though, so he doesn’t have to travel as much anymore.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“So when—” Sookyung was cut off by a hiccup. “When is he going to, you know? Pop the question? If you’ve been together since college?”

You felt your skin get hot again, and looked around the room as you tried to come up with an answer. “We haven’t really talked about that. We’re fine where we are, you know?”

“Of course, of course.”

After a little while longer, you excused yourself from the women to find Kun again. He had disappeared from the table you’d been at before, and you peered around the room curiously.

“Looking for someone?” A familiar voice came from beside your ear as an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

“Oh, Kun,” you breathed a sigh of relief, turning around to see his familiar smile. “There you are.”

He rubbed a hand up and down your exposed arm. “You’ve got goosebumps. Are you cold?”

“It’s a bit chilly in here,” you agreed casually, not even noticing due to the alcohol buzzing through your veins and warming you from the inside.

He slipped his suit jacket off, draping it over your shoulders before pulling you close to him again. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.” You pulled it tighter around you. “Are you having a good time?”

“I am now that I’m with you again,” he leaned in to whisper. “That guy was a real asshole.”

“Wow, shocker.” You rolled your eyes.

Kun snickered. “Are you having a good time?”

“Yeah, it’s alright.”

“Just alright?”

You shrugged, leaning back against him. “Guess it’s better now that I’m with you.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s get you some food.”

Sat down at a table with Kun and a big plate of food, you happily munched away as he kept a casual hand on your thigh, and you tried not to think about his casual hand on your thigh. You were on your second drink already, taking a big gulp every time your eyes happened to stray to Kun’s hand so very casually just on your goddamn thigh.

“So what did you guys talk about?” You finally asked him. “You and the asshole?”

“Oh, you know, what I do for work, education, where we met, how long we’ve been together, that kind of stuff,” Kun shrugged.

You felt your eyes widen immediately. “Do you think he knows?”

“No, baby,” he chuckled, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “He doesn’t know shit.”

“How can you be sure?”

“He felt the need to warn me about the late nights you two do at he office sometimes. He was testing me, like he was going to pull a gotcha on me.”

“We only have to stay that late because he sucks at his job, and as the new person, I’m first on the chopping block for staying late!” You ranted. “And I swear, he does it on purpose just to try to get me alone!”

“Yeah, he tried to make it sound very… scandalous,” Kun shook his head, lip curling with disgust. “I was just really casual and said you make sure to tell me when you stay late so I don’t get worried about you coming home safe. Oh yeah, we live together and we’ve been together since college. That work?”

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine.”

“And I made him promise not to tell you, but—” He had a mischievous grin on his face as he added lowly, “I’m thinking about proposing.”

You almost spit out the bite of food in your mouth as both you and Kun burst into laughter, you slapping his arm with your breathless laughs. He squeezed your leg and rubbed your knee as he half-heartedly tried to shush you.

“Please tell me he looked fucking pissed,” you begged, grabbing his arm.

“He did,” Kun confirmed with a nod.

“Best Christmas present ever, Kun. Thank you.” You wiped at a tear in the corner of your eye, grabbing your drink and finishing it off in one go. “Ahh, I think I want another one, actually.”

“How are you so good at this?” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kun had loaded a rather tipsy-you back into his car later in the night, and was now taking you back to your apartment.

“What? Driving?” He chuckled. “Been doing it a few years. They gave me a license and everything.”

“No, being my fake boyfriend.” You asked the one thing that had been nagging at the back of your mind the whole time. “You don’t feel weird or anything? Because we’re friends?”

He side-eyed you. “You’re too drunk for this conversation.”

“I’m not drunk!”

“You’re not sober enough for this conversation,” he corrected himself.

“Is it because you like me?”

“Y/N, let’s just focus on getting you home, okay?”

“Because Minji said you looked at me like… you know…”

“And Sookyung said she thought you had a crush on ‘that Kun guy,’” he retorted. “Like I said, let’s save this conversation for when you’re stone cold sober, Y/N.”

“So you don’t like me…” You mumbled dejectedly.

“That’s not what I said.”

You looked out the window, feeling the heavy pout on your face. “But you want me to be sober when you let me down easy so I don’t cry or something.”

“Y/N...” He sighed, looking over at you as he pulled to a stop in front of your apartment. “Oh, jeez, are you crying right now?”

“No…” You sniffed, wiping at a tear.

“Yes, you are, you liar,” Kun said gently.

“Okay, maybe I am.”

“Y/N, I’m not going to let you down easy.”

“You’re going to be mean when you reject me?!” You looked over at him with wide, horrified eyes.

“No, no, what? I’m not going to reject you,” he promised, offering his hand out to you. You cautiously put yours atop it, and he gently squeezed your hand between both of his. “Jeez, Y/N, I’m in love with you. And I wanted you to be sober and not crying when I told you that, but there goes that plan.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’ll even let you in on a secret.” He shifted forward conspiratorially. “Sicheng didn’t have to work tonight, I just couldn’t stand the thought of anybody else being your fake boyfriend.”

You sloppily wiped at your wet cheeks with your free hand, whispering back, “Here’s my secret: I was only going to ask him because I knew you would’ve said yes and I thought you didn’t like me like that, and it would’ve sucked to be your fake girlfriend for one night when I wanted you to be my real boyfriend forever.”

“Forever?” He repeated with a giddy grin on his lips.

“Or something, I don’t know, I’m drunk, Kun, remember?” You pointed to yourself zealously.

“I thought you weren’t drunk? You were very insistent—”

“No, I’m sooo drunk, actually. And sleepy! You should cuddle me to sleep.”

“I’ll sit with you until you fall asleep,” he promised.

“But aren’t we for real dating now?” You tilted your head, pouting again.

“We’re going to have this conversation again when you’re sober, okay? Then we can decide if we’re for real anything.”

“You are mean.”

“The meanest, for sure,” he agreed placidly, giving your hand a final pat before reaching over to turn the car off.

Kun helped you up to your apartment, get everything ready for bed, and stepped out of the bedroom while you changed into your pajamas—you had just enough body coordination left to do that on your own. He made you drink some water and take a few pills before finally letting you crawl into bed. As promised, he sat up at the head of your bed next to you as you curled up under the covers.

“Kun?” You sniffled, looking up at him as he rested a gentle hand on your hair.

“Yes?” He looked down at you tenderly.

“Do you really like me?”

“More than.” He patted your head.

“For how long?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Months, years, who’s to say?”

“Oh. I’m sorry...”

“Why?”

“That I didn’t—” you let out a loud yawn, struggling to keep your eyes open. “That I didn’t see it sooner. I just thought you were a really nice guy.”

“I am. I’m a really nice guy who’s in love with you.”

“I don’t know if really nice people go around saying they’re really nice all the time...”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, Y/N. I didn’t tell you.”

“I know, but—”

“You should go to sleep, Y/N.”

“But where are you going to sleep?”

“The couch. I’m staying with you until you fall asleep, though. Remember?”

“Okay...” You yawned again. “If you... If you get cold out there, you can come in here, you know?”

“Right. I’ll keep that in mind,” he agreed, humor in his voice.

“Because it gets really cold in my apartment at night, you know? Sometimes… Sometimes I’d imagine you were with me on really cold nights, cuddling me to sleep.”

“Really?” He questioned, intrigued now.

“Or… other stuff…”

He burst into laughter, stroking your forehead. “You definitely should go to sleep, Y/N, before you say stuff that you’ll have to kill me for knowing.”

“Mmm, okay.” You rolled over, finally letting your eyes flutter shut. “Goodnight, Kun.”

You were asleep before you could even hear his response.

When you woke up for the first time, it was still dark out. Your head hurt, and you chugged the rest of the water on your nightstand before grabbing the cup and shuffling out to the kitchen to get more. As promised, Kun was asleep on your couch, features illuminated softly in the moonlight streaming through a gap in the curtains. You refilled your cup of water, chugged it again, refilled it again, and shuffled over to the living room.

Standing over Kun, you pushed on his shoulder gently. He stirred, opening one eye to look up at you in confusion.

“Y/N? Everything okay?” He murmured, his voice thick and foggy with sleep.

“I’m sober,” you deadpanned. “My bed’s cold.”

He blearily scooted over to make room on your tiny couch, pressing himself into the back cushions. You crammed yourself on mostly on top of him, burying your face in his neck as his arms encircled you. Neither of you said another word as you both drifted back off to sleep.

“You’re in love with me?!” You repeated for probably the fourth time that morning, as Kun held your hair back and you clung to the bowl of your toilet.

“I don’t know how else to phrase this to make you believe me,” Kun sighed as you leaned forward to retch again. “You didn’t hallucinate last night in a drunken stupor, I really do have feelings for you, you also said you have feelings for me, I put you to bed alone and went to sleep on the couch by myself, then in the middle of the night you said you were sober and cold and joined me on the couch.”

You wiped your mouth with a wad of toilet paper he handed you, more memories of last night coming back to you. “Did… Did I say anything else?”

“Like…?”

“About it being cold?” You winced.

“Yeah, you warned me that your apartment gets cold.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“And that sometimes when it gets cold you imagine me—”

“Ah! Stop it!” You shoved him away from you as he burst into maniacal laughter. “You’re the worst! You’re mean and I hate you!”

“But what if I told you that I also imagined holding you on cold nights sometimes?” He scooted back over next to you, draping an arm over your shoulders. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear as he added, “Or… other stuff?”

The bile that rose to your throat was completely coincidental, but certainly not a good look as you apparently hurled at the idea. Kun continued dutifully holding your hair and rubbing your back as you puked.

After flushing for the umpteenth time that morning, you turned back to him incredulously. “Seriously?”

“Is there something about me that gives off the vibe that I’d lie about this?” He rebuffed.

“Well, no—” You stopped to spit into the toilet. “But I feel like there’s plenty about me that would be conducive to that hypothesis.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Kun, we’re having this conversation while I puke my brains out, for one.”

“And what about me would make you think I’m that judgmental?” He snorted. “You do remember the night I successfully defended my thesis, right? Because I don’t.”

“You weren’t that bad.”

“And you weren’t that bad last night either,” Kun brushed a piece of hair from your face, his gaze tender as he looked at you. “Nor are you that bad now either. And even if you were— I’d still love you.”

You felt your eyes water, and not from the burning in your esophagus this time. “Okay…”

“Okay?” He confirmed.

“Okay,” you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Thank god, I feel like I just defended my thesis again,” he joked, kissing the top of your head.

“You’re so mean to me…” You whined, burying your face in his shirt. “I don’t know why I ever thought you were a nice guy.”

“I’m plenty nice,” he retorted. “You’re just too hungover to notice.”

“So are we like… for real dating now?” You mumbled.

“Yeah, probably.”

You let out a choked laugh at that. “Good to know.”

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[neonsbian]

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Qian Kun in Every Era 01.01.2024 🐻 HAPPY KUN DAY!! 💚

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