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Perhaps a small winwin and kun college au?

okay this took me forever to get around to oops! hahahha this is honestly way too many words for nothing to really happen but I had fun writing it. would love to maybe continue this eventually!

tinder!au i guess??

kun despised the idea of dating apps. absolutely hated it. he always criticized the vanity and impermanence of meeting people online and stood by his ground that you could only find the perfect match in person. when kun created a tinder account under the influence of a few drinks and some very resilient friends on a friday night in, he still hated dating apps, but he’d admit now that maybe he was being a little early to judge.

kun wasn’t like his friends. ten lived for nights out and meeting new people and kissing boys he’d only just met. in a similar vein, lucas was always in a relationship, whether it being a fling that lasts a few weeks before he gets bored or one of his longer, more emotional engagements, kun has never known the man without someone on his arm. but kun was different. since they started college over three years ago now, he’d only kissed a handful of boys, maybe a girl or two in the beginning, and he’d only been in two relationships, both pretty long term relative to his friends. with the last one ending nearly a year ago, he couldn’t help but feel a little lonely; however, it wasn’t until the alcohol settled into his veins as he listened to stories of his friends’ most recent passionate endeavors during their guys’ night that he expressed this to anyone else.

“oh my god and then afterwards, he literally just, left me there. on the couch, naked. he didn’t even leave a blanket for me,” ten was a few shots in, speaking dramatically and drawing the most genuine reactions from his tipsy bestfriends as he spoke. “but oh my GOD did I even care after what that man had just done to me.”

kun never understood the hookup culture that his friends subscribed to, but he was happy for them; and they knew that, even if his snide remarks came off a little judgy. “i really can’t believe the situations you get yourself into sometimes,” kun laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “like you really can’t tell me it was worth getting treated that way to have sex with someone you’ll never see again.”

“kun,” ten began, placing his hands on kun’s shoulders and looking him in the eye, feigning as much seriousness as he could muster in his current state. “you really really need to get laid already,” this made kun immediately roll his eyes and laugh softly in ten’s face. “actually you don’t even have to fuck him right away, but like you could really use a cute boy in your life, man,” he ended with a slight seriousness that hit home more than he would’ve expected. kun knew exactly why ten was saying what he was saying. obvious to his friends, he’d been really stressed lately with midterms and club activities and whatever else he managed to find to keep himself busy enough to not have time to worry about how he felt so incomplete; about how much better all the stressful things in his life would be if someone else was there to experience them with him.

“wait wait wait,” lucas intergected, his normal deep voice even more boisterous with the drinks in his system. “you should make a tinder.”

at this, ten’s eyes widened and he immediately perked up with the biggest smile on his face.

“absolutely not.” kun intended to shut this conversation down before the boys got any stupid ideas in their heads. he was a little late.

“kun pleaseeeee?” ten begged with full on puppy dog eyes. “you never know, the love of your life might be on there right now.”

kun pulled away from the grip ten still had on his shoulders and raised his eyebrows at his friends in an attempt to get his seriousness through their heads. “no way. you guys know how i feel about dating apps. i will happily wait a thousand years for the right man to meet me face to face if that’s what it takes.”

lucas was not convinced. “dude you haven’t had a boyfriend in months. literally all you do when you’re not with us is study. obviously that’s not making you any progress soulmate wise so like.. what’s the harm in giving it a go?”

neither was ten. “exactly. kun you deserve to find someone, you really do. worst case scenario you go on a couple of bad dates and we have something to laugh about, best case scenario you find someone you think you can fall in love with,” kun softens, just a bit, at the sincerity of ten’s words. for a second that is. “and yeah most of them suck but i promise there’s some high quality, top notch men on there if you look hard enough. trust me, i’ve found a couple myself,” he adds with a quick wink. when kun’s scowl returns to his face ten reverts to his previous tactic: puppy dog eyes. “pleassssse kun. you know we really just want the best for you.”

kun sighs, rolling his eyes begrudgingly at his defeat. “i can’t believe i’m saying this out loud but i guess i have been kind of lonely lately,” he begins, catching his friends’ hopeful attention. “not in like a sad kind of way but maybe in a ‘this would be better with someone else’ kind of way.”

that was enough for lucas to grab kun’s phone from its place on the coffee table and download the app before kun even had time to protest.

-

“awww he’s kinda cute.” ten said, clicking to view the full profile of a boy just a year younger than kun.

“he’s holding a dead fish.”

“you know what they say, the bigger the dead fish the bigger his...”

“literally no one has ever said that.”

“ugh fine. next.”

kun went to bed that night disappointed about to his expectations, if not a little more.

-

it wasn’t until three days later when kun was laying in bed after a busy school day that he even remembered he had downloaded the stupid app a few nights prior. after a brief battle between his strong opinions towards the dumb application sitting almost mockingly on his home screen and his skeptical curiosity, he unlocked his phone and opened the neglected app, the latter obviously winning out.

kun spent a few minutes swiping. he clicked each individual profile to get as solid of a read as he could on each guy before making his decision with a careful consideration, something he had definitely never seen either of friends apply to their tinder boy sprees. left. left. left. kun was growing ever more frustrated, none of the boys striking a chord with him. perhaps he was being a bit harsh with his standards but he really truly felt that he couldn’t see himself in a relationship with any of these men. left. left. left again. and that’s when he stopped. almost instinctively swiping on the next boy before a picture loaded before his eyes that made him rethink every criticism he had ever given his friends or their dumb app. this one was cute. more than cute. kun never really understood what the phrase “boyish charm” meant, but he knew this boy had it. he was beautiful in such an understated way. not aggressively attractive by conventional standards, but gorgeous and delicate and handsome in a way that kun thinks he could stare at for hours.

with a breath of fresh air, kun finally swiped right. he felt a brief wave of something akin to panic, or maybe excitement, wash over him when a screen he had yet to see appeared. “it’s a match! sicheng likes you too,” the screen read. kun couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face for a split second before he forced it into a scowl, unhappy that he had fallen into the trap of these dumb apps. soon after, kun put his phone down and went to bed. he hated the lingering curiosity about the boy that he knew nothing about, but let himself indulge in his own imagination for just a little while before falling asleep to the thought of having someone to call his.

-

the next day was busy for kun. between his four classes and studying for his upcoming midterms, he hadn’t even had a second to consider swiping mindlessly through tinder or messaging the single boy he had deemed worthy of his swipe. that was, until he was sat outside the dining hall, letting himself enjoy a few free minutes to eat dinner with ten and lucas. amidst lucas’ downward spiral into the stress of his classes and how much work he has to do, kun’s phone buzzes. he doesn’t want to be as distracted as he is from his friends’ problems by the notification his phone lights up with, but he can’t seem to fight the curiosity of what the tiny words that read “sicheng sent you a new message.” would reveal. kun decides to wait until he can give his full attention to the weird little crush that’s already begun brewing on the total stranger living in his phone. he locks his phone and puts it in his pocket before returning his attention to the people in his life he knows are actually real.

-

back in his dorm, kun immediately flops onto his bed. he scrolls aimlessly through twitter and instagram before finally landing back where he was last night. knowing that he has a ton of studying to do before bed, he clicks on the messages tab and indulges himself, maybe for a little longer than he means to.

kun: hmmm maybe if i deem you worthy

sicheng: and how do i obtain your approval oh great magician?

kun: well for starters

kun: you’re really cute so that gets your foot in the door

sicheng: 😳

kun: but it’s gonna take a little more than that unfortunately

sicheng: i can dance

sicheng: does that help?

sicheng: ooh and i have a dog

sicheng: but he lives with my parents :(

sicheng: or i can show you my anime figurine collection it’s pretty impressive

kun: haha honestly?

kun: i think you just might be worthy of two magic tricks😂

sicheng: you mean to tell me you know more than one magic trick????

sicheng: wait

sicheng: are you a wizard?

kun: not last i checked

kun: but i guess you’ll be happy to know that i actually know like

kun: 10 magic tricks

sicheng: whaaaaaat

sicheng: lol what point in your life did you not have any friends?

kun: middle school😔

kun: but it’s okay i came out stronger

sicheng: so now you have friends AND know magic?

sicheng: AND you’re hot??

sicheng: sounds kinda op to me

kun: well i’d say all of those are only kind of true

sicheng: i’m still impressed

kun: thank you

sicheng: ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

kun absolutely hated the stupid smile that wouldn’t leave has face as he read back the boy’s replies. but, as he continued to slowly learn bits and pieces of the boy that didn’t exist to him until last night through conversation that came way more easily than he ever would’ve imagined, kun decides that maybe something special really could come from this after all.

#thank you for the request omg #winkun #winwin #dong sicheng #qian kun #kun #wayv #wayv drabbles #wayvfic #nct #tinder!au #me #college!au

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Serenade~🎵🎶 Xiaojun: The Musician (Xiaojun Boyfriend!AU)

Warning: Soft then serious then emotionally intense and then happy again. (｡♥‿♥｡)

Xiao De Jun is such a beautiful, musical soul~

The thing about Xiaojun is that. Well. He’s beautiful.

His thick dark eyebrows. His ruffled black hair. His carefully chiseled face.

He’s a walking masterpiece, for the love of God, but does that boy know it?

Xiaojun is smöl and tiny and sweet and quiet despite his fiercely handsome looks.

And yet. You know how passionate he is.

He had a dream, and he did everything he could to achieve it.

Whether it was acting, singing, dancing..Xiaojun could do it all.

It wasn’t easy though, that’s for sure.

And it wasn’t just the late nights. Xiaojun was hardworking and talented, those were hard, but they weren’t that bad.

It was the memories of those people, all those people, who told him he couldn’t make it. Called him horrible words. Called him a Mama’s boy. And, worst, called his father a woman for what he so loved to do the most.

And yet, amidst those horrid memories, Xiaojun stood strong.

He’s such a lovely person.

There’s such a vulnerability in his eyes now though, a pain he only trusts you with.

And yet. He’s so happy and cheerful and crazy at the same time?

Like. When you visited his room. For the very first time.

Not his dorm room, his room back in his old house in Guangdong...

It’s neat and clean and peppered all over with movie posters and CDs. Classics and blockbusters and dramas, you name it, he’s got it.

And all his records...

He’s embarrassed at showing you his geeky, fanboy side. Yeah, he’s not really the troubled hurt boy some people make him out to be. He’s more than that. He’s beautiful and emotional and musical and just so artistic.

And you love him for it. And you tell him so.

And he tells you he loves you for loving it. 💖

He’s your happy melancholy boy, and that’s okay, because you’re always going to be there for him.

Aside from being sweetly geeky, though...

He’s totally that type of guy who would grin at you from across the room.

Not even a full smile. More of an upturned side of his pretty little mouth. A cute lil smirk.

Yet for someone who’s crazily confident, he’s also such a shy and soft baby~

He would totally walk you everywhere you go. Not in a bad way. More like he just wants to spend more time with you way.

Hands in pockets, very preppy sweater or extremely casual T-shirt rippling over his thin yet muscled body. Xiaojun would walk with you and talk to you about anything. Whispering sweet nothings. Remarks about the weather. The noodles he had for lunch. The hot pot place he’s been dying to take you to. His latest album. And the song he’s been writing.

“You’re writing a new song?”

“Yes, with my guitar. But I haven’t finished yet.”

You take out your pinky. “Pinky swear. Promise me you’ll play it for me when it’s done?”

Xiaojun smiles that cheeky smile. And he holds up his pinky, too, and locks it with yours. “Pinky swear. I really promise, I do.”

Xiaojun is really that type of quiet boy who makes you feel at ease.

And honestly, you love that about him.

And no, don’t get it wrong, you don’t romanticize the sht out of everything he’s been through—the years of practice, the passion for music, the bullying and trauma—all for you to see him as some beautiful brooding boy.

Again, he’s more than that.

And you absolutely hate it when people do the same.

Dejun has done everything; he’s so sweet, he so deserves where he is right now~

He’s the type to tell you about how one time after being away for so long, he and his friends planned to surprise his mom, and he cornered her while she was entering her car one dark and chilly night in Guangdong and how she laughed and smiled so much, and how her hug was the warmest thing he’d ever had—

—or the time he told you how he walked past his bullies, turned the other cheek; the way he and his brother stood up for their father when people threw ugly words like f*g at him, and how his dad always accepted him as the musical child and always encouraged him to follow his dreams despite not being the ideal Chinese son, and the love he felt right then and there...

Xiaojun may be musical and beautiful and quiet and brooding but that’s what makes him your Dejun, your sweet and sentimental boy.

Sometimes you can’t help but be sad about how he’s away so much during tour and promo season, but he’s totally the type to video call you almost every night—

At first you try to always apply some foundation and lipstick to look your best for him, but he sees your pajamas and asks why you haven’t washed your face yet so late in the night.

And you’re hesitant to tell him; embarrassed, even—

But he’s adamant and you confess.

And he goes super serious, he’s all, “You’re beautiful with or without makeup. You’re always beautiful in my eyes. You’re always going to be the love of my life to me...”

And you both cringe at how cheesy that was, and he apologizes but lets you know how much you mean to him, anyway, and you tell him you love him too—

What you don’t tell him is how secretly squeal-y you got inside when he told you that. You would never admit that. But, well...

Happiness was breaking over you like a wave. It almost frightened you.

He’s so beautiful yet vulnerable but no you shouldn’t romanticize it but you’re genuinely worried and your thoughts are all over the place—

And yet. His mere presence calms you. And you tell yourself to trust him. And to trust how fate has brought you both together.

You love him so much, the way he raised his eyebrows, or just one; the way he smiles slightly like a smirk; the way he always cares for you even if he’s even more shy than you are and kind of overtly sentimental to boot...

It’s okay. Because you have him.

And he has you.

One night he comes back, surprises you at your place, and tells you he’s ready to play the song he was telling you about, the song he wrote.

And he gets out his guitar, and—

It’s the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard: his sweet and mellifluous voice coupled with the raw strings of the acoustic guitar, and the lyrics he penned himself—

—about how much he loves you.

And you’re crying and it’s so sentimental but you love him so much, he deserves the world, he’s not some beautiful broken boy goddamit he is Xiao Dejun and you love him and he loves you.

“Why are you crying?” he asks, genuinely concerned.

You wipe your tears. “Because you’re so sweet? And I’m so overcome?”

You laugh. He laughs. He leans over. Bends close. And kisses you.

And, well,

That’s why.

It’s not just the serenade, not just the handsomeness, not just the romance,

It’s the pure love from his beautiful soul.

It’s the true love you have for one another.

And that is why you love Xiao Dejun with all your heart; and why he loves you, too. 💖

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i forgot about this god awful dance break

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YangYang: What Is Love? 💘❓ *✧･ﾟ:* soft hours *:･ﾟ✧*

Liu YangYang actually radiates big babie ™ energy, it just hurts so much, sometimes. 🥺

Like. Have you ever met YangYang?

He’s the absolute cutest.

It’s the worst.

Like, he’ll be looking fierce and all, walking confidently, rapping straight fire, flexing his Gucci hoodie, etc., and you’ll think, Ooh, this guy’s kind of tough.

But noooo.

You could not be more wrong!

Even his members look at him affectionately as a 小弟~

“YangYang may look tough, but he’s soft and childlike at heart.”

“He’s our little brother, we’re all his 大哥s!”

Cute. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

He has such a pretty little face and tiny lil smile~ and he laughs so loudly when he’s happy~

“I want to be a racer!”

He speaks English with just the slightest German accent, it’s adorable.

His German isn’t perfect, but it is pretty fluent, so you can ignore that.

But YangYang...

He talks such big game, looking into the camera with such fierce eyes, that you often forget how young he is...

...how innocent and pure he is. (✿´‿`)

He looks up at you in wide-eyed wonder.

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Because I myself for the life of me cannot understand or relate with the feeling...”

ب_ب

He likes to look at you in awe. “Do you know the feeling?”

And you think of the past, and you look at him, and remember, this is such a sweet, innocent child...

Well.

You tell him the truth.

“Love is more than an emotion or a feeling...it’s a calling for the heart.”

“It doesn’t always turn out well, it doesn’t always have a happily ever after...”

“But when it does, it is the best, most fulfilling thing in the world.”

YangYang may look like a tough kid on the block...

...but he’s actually so wholesome and soft on the inside.

He talks about wanting to know how it feels to be in an emotion that feels as sweet as candy, or as free as flying in the sky...

“How does it make the whole world beautiful? How does it keep you smiling all day long?”

“Like the Twice song.”

“I really want to know what love is. I know I’m busy and all but I’m curious~ I want to experience it someday.”

“I know I’ll be good at it. 😊 As long as the girl loves me too, I’ll always love her back!”

🥺

Cute baby.

To Cupid, Aphrodite, anyone who would listen~

This is the cutest, purest, most wholesome kid in the world.

He’s just so innocent. He just wants to know what love is.

To the gods of love...

...give it to him when he’s ready, okay?

Don’t break his heart.

But whatever happens,

there’s no doubt about it.

Whoever ends up with him will surely be the luckiest girl in the world. 💖

So to whoever ends up with the pure soul that is Liu YangYang...give him all the love he deserves. Love him dearly. 🥰💘✨

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In the Rain: Missed Opportunities~ Hendery ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ☔️ (Almost First Love)

Umbrella-saving, rich kid AU?

The sky is filled with dark clouds, like smoke churning across an indigo sky. Above, the stars offer little to no shine or sparkle. The sun has barely set, and yet the thunder and rain overhead swallow it whole.

You shiver as you walk out the huge, arched gateway of the academy. The cold is chilling, muffling sound and sight. You pull your coat closer to you. It was a rich, ruby-colored number that went nicely with your grid dress and black stockings. Warmer, warmer, you think to yourself.

As the raindrops petter down, you look at the heavens in dismay. Wasn’t it supposed to be nearly summer already? Why was it still raining? Not wanting your leather bookbag or yourself to get wet, you bring out your old, spiky umbrella.

You press the button. The metal contraption seems to budge and develop a light of its own. It unfurls slowly, all pointy edges and ebony cloth.

You hold the umbrella tightly, just as a huge gust of wind blows your way. You shiver. Making your way down the paved steps, you begin to go against the flow, fighting with all your might to make it past the howling wind.

Ting. It’s your iPhone vibrating softly in your coat pocket. Slinging your bookbag more tightly across your shoulder, you reach in to grab your phone and answer it. “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

You blink. “Hendery?” you say, as another torrent of rain gushes down onto your umbrella.

“That’s my name,” he deadpans.

“I know,” you say, a whisper of a smile across your face. “Hendery Wong. Wong Kunhang. How could I ever forget?”

You can feel his silent laughter from the other side of the line, and you grin to yourself in return. Hendery Wong, a snob? Definitely not.

It was true, though, the whispers across the hallway of the rich Taipan kid with a coldly beautiful face. He was quiet and kept to himself, friendly and warm when he chose to be, and hardworking above all. “But he’s a snob. Has to be. With a face like that? And a family like that? He is. Just you wait and see.”

You nearly believed it once, too.

Hendery had features like a Disney prince. Shiny black hair that was kind of longish across the forehead and along the back. Big chocolate-brown eyes. Smooth skin, an aquiline nose, and a jawline so sharp it looked like he cut his own striking features from marble.

But he was so kind. Is so kind, rather. Up to this day, he has never been cold; even when you feared him at first, you two slowly grew closer to each other. He had the brightest, most blindingly white smile you’ve ever seen. He laughed loudly and pitchedly, but even then he sounded endearing. He was your first friend, and he had the warmest soul in the world.

You two met through serendipitous circumstances at the prestigious academy. Despite his brooding face, he was always quick to grin and joke and do all sorts of crazy things possible. Best of all, he knew when to do these things—he knew when to listen to the professors or to keep to himself.

And you?

Well, you kept to yourself most of the time already, anyway. Introvert things.

“Hendery...why did you call?”

“It’s raining. Are you sure you can get back home safely?”

“Aw, thanks, but I can manage for sure. This isn’t my first thunderstorm—” A gust of wind blasts into your face, and you gasp as your umbrella turns inside-out—but, but—

A hand grabs your shoulder back. You look up, in shock. Astonished. Your umbrella flies off in slow-motion. But you’re already being turned to face something, or someone, else. A new, sturdier umbrella is above your head. You look at the hand, then look up to a familiar face. Hendery’s face.

Hendery!

You try to fight the blush in your cheeks before hoping that it’s just too dark to see anything. You smile weakly. “How did you know?”

Hendery grins. “I knew that you’d be too hard-headed to get any help in this type of weather. So I brought reinforcements.” He motions to a waiting luxury car, complete with what you believe is a chauffeur in the front seat.

You stare at the leather seats, the gleaming white outer part of the vehicle. “Hendery. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

He’s so close that you can see the dark pupils in his eyes, the mark on his left chin, the grooves across his lips...

The chauffeur has probably turned away by now. Hendery smiles, and your heart skips a beat.

“Please.” He begs. “For me. I just want you to be safe.”

The rain is no longer pouring in torrents. Now they plink down with the frequency of a leaky faucet.

“Hendery, the rain is stopping. Thank you so much, though. But I can return home on my own.” You give him your biggest smile. Also I don’t think my heart can take being in the backseat of the same luxury vehicle—which you own!—as you.

Hendery pouts a bit. Gosh, you wish you could kiss his lips already. He’s so close he could probably see everything about you too, and suddenly you become conscious about everything, from your lipstick shade to the way your hair is styled to your shiny patent-leather boots.

“Are you sure?” His voice is filled with concern.

You nod. “I’m sure. Thank you...thank you so much, though.”

He pushes the umbrella handle to your hand. “Then please keep this. And remember to call me when you have arrived safely home.”

His voice contains some—dare you say it?—disappointment. And you can’t help but feel it, too. Another missed opportunity. But you know your heart would never allow something so abrupt and uneasy.

Hendery gets into his car. You wave as he rolls down his windows. “See you next week!”

“See you!”

Was it really a missed opportunity? You two smile and nod at each other wistfully as you speed across in opposite directions.

Be still, my heart.

As Hendery drives off, he waves. You wave back. He drives across into the dying sunlight. Both your smiles contain a multitude of unspoken words and secret loves. Was it really a missed opportunity, if Hendery was to go to you again? Was it the blossoming of first love?

You two are both heartfelt, wistful, but more importantly than that, innocent. So innocent.

Both of you felt the same.

Maybe next time.

Yes, maybe next time you’ll both experience first love for once...

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