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noramoons · 9 months

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renounced | x.dj

summary: your life as the eldest child in the royal family is simple: follow everything you’ve been told, without complaint. the game is easy—until you meet xiao dejun, who shows you that you may not have to play their game at all.

pairing: prince!xiaojun x gender neutral!royal reader

genre: angst with a happy ending (?)

wc: 4k

rating: T/15+

warnings: unspecified time period, historical inaccuracies, brief mention of religious analogies, implied suggestive content, language, not proofread (😧)

a/n: happy xiaojun day! :D (me, finishing a fic on time?? 🤯🤯) hope u enjoy this little one-shot. i’m sure there are MAJOR historical inaccuracies for the politics depictions in this - feel free to leave any feedback or concrit you might have!

This is the last time.

It's like a mantra. You repeat it to yourself, over and over, starting the sentence over with every other stairstep you reach.

This is the last time. It has to be.

Of course, you said that the last time, too.

Prince Dejun has been a fixture in your life for nearly as long as you can remember. And for a long time—you hated remembering.

His family's kingdom had brought yours to the brink of annihilation in war—a long, terrible, stupid war that your nation had been comically unprepared for. The Xiao family had industrialized their military years before your father's generals even began to think about the idea, studying and honing in their technological advances to the point that when they finally brought their army to your doorstep, your father had no choice but to kneel. Can it really be called war if the other side never even stands a chance?

You had hated Xiao Dejun, then. Hated the very idea of him and his entire family. Hated that they had been so generous as to allow your family to stay in their palace for a month while yours was being rebuilt, him and his brothers running through the halls with gleeful abandon while you and your younger siblings had to restrain yourselves at all times. You always had to be poised and patient, silent unless spoken to—the perfect guests for who you saw as little more than your captors.

It was several years later before your father's advisors began whispering again, hushed murmurs that gradually tumbled their way down to your eavesdropping ears—not of war this time, but of the future. Of building future alliances with the very nation that had nearly decimated your home.

And you, as the eldest child, were the perfect sacrificial lamb.

You had felt just as much, too, the night of your first outing with the prince. You would be supervised, of course, but you still found yourself unable to shake the feeling as the servants dressed you quietly, whispering to each other when they thought you couldn't hear. Like they were preparing a stuffed pig for a feast.

You'd dreaded every step down the main stairwell of your newly rebuilt home, clinging to the marble railing that you were sure was just as cold and unforgiving as the prince waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs (Completely unlike the way you are currently racing up a flight of stairs, heart growing lighter with each step).

You had been surprised, then, when Dejun had taken your gloved hand in his—it turned out he was warm flesh and blood, after all.

He'd engaged in perfectly polite, yet expected small talk all throughout the main entryway and into the gate outside. It wasn't until you reached that first step outside, the furthest you'd been away from home in months, that he had squeezed your hand and dropped his voice into an octave that sounded much more familiar to the Dejun you had seen briefly in his home.

"Do you trust me?"

You were taken aback by the question—but you certainly weren't a liar. "No."

He'd laughed at that—a light, airy sound escaping past his lips that you thought had no right to come from a devil. "I thought as much. I would've been surprised if you'd said so." Something glinted in his eyes. "Can you give me a chance to change your mind?"

What on Earth was he talking about? The two of you were only supposed to wander the gardens until dusk—that was what your governess had said. "Why would I do that?"

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth—you thought, for an absentminded moment, how seemingly perfect his teeth were. What a strange thing to notice. "Because it'll get us away from the eyes of your governess."

Your own eyes widened. "What are you talking about? I—" I hadn't even noticed she was out here, you'd wanted to say. You had spun around, looking intently for somewhere she must have been hiding—she couldn't have been that inconspicuous if Dejun had noticed her already.

He'd squeezed your hand again, warm fingers still intertwined with yours. "I spoke with the stablehand before coming to call on you. He said he would leave a horse tied just outside the gates." He paused. "It's up to you, of course. Your Highness." He dropped your hand only to cross it across his chest in a mock serene bow, and you had bit onto your own tongue, hard, to keep a laugh from escaping you at the sight.

You had tried to weigh the consequences in your mind, but the thought of freedom was just as alluring as it always had been under the watchful eye of seemingly everyone else in the palace you'd grown up with. Even if it came with a price of momentary companionship with Xiao Dejun.

"We..." you had started. "We have to be back by sunset. No later."

He had grinned and taken your hand, running with you close behind, helping you mount the horse when you did, in fact, find one tied just outside the palace gates—and giving you the first taste, if only for an hour, of what real freedom might feel like.

You were chased down by your governess and a slightly bruised stablehand before the sun had even begun to set, but you and Dejun had talked, lying on your backs in an empty field miles away from the palace, for what felt like hours. It was then that you learned he cared practically nothing for politics, that he had no plans to be king the way his father had ruled. You discovered, through a series of conversations, that he wanted so much more for his life—to not be tied to something he hadn't chosen for himself. You'd never forget for the rest of your life how his eyes shone that evening, how they sparkled as he listened to you, and how he talked about the life he wanted with such excitement. He wanted to learn how to walk across a trapeze, or become a traveling musician, to sail across the world with a band of pirates—he wanted to at least have options. To be able to choose something for himself, something that was only his.

That glass facade you had built in your head of him shattered. He was so, so much like you, in every way you had never imagined.

Your governess gave you an earful when you were dragged back to the palace that night, but you could barely find it in yourself to care. Dejun had planted a dangerous seed in your brain—the idea of getting to choose.

While your father wasn't entirely pleased with the events of your first outing with Prince Dejun, his advisors still believed it would be a beneficial match for the future of the kingdom—so you were allowed to continue your courtship with the prince.

With every meeting, you found your affection for the worldview he had given you growing. You were allowed to let yourself want for the first time. You wanted the ability to choose what you did with your life. You wanted to see what the rest of the world looked like outside of your room in the palace.

You wanted Dejun. And he wanted you, too.

But perhaps that grasp of freedom was something you didn't deserve. After all—at the end of the day, there wasn't truly any aspect of your life's path that you chose yourself. Even the idea of freedom was ludicrous. Everything was preordained for your life by the same gods (who you had been told since birth) that had put your father on the throne—to say or do otherwise was simply unthinkable. Heresy. A refusal of everything you had been put on this planet to do.

It had clearly been too long since you had any reminders of that fact—and so your father's advisors, moods changing like the tides of the ocean, provided you with one.

Your kingdom and the Xiaos found themselves in a trade standoff—the Xiao kingdom had the grain your kingdom so desperately needed after his soldiers had burned your farmlands down to the soil, but your father's advisors refused to pay what the Xiaos were demanding. They could get grain and cattle at a much lower price from the Qian kingdom to the south—not nearly as militarily advanced as the Xiaos, but a longtime ally of your father's, and a royal family with a son your age.

One too many insults were exchanged between families over tense negotiations—and so your courtship with Dejun was called off. Replaced with a hurried engagement to the prince of the Qian family, a man you'd never met.

And yet—you couldn't burn the roots of what Dejun had planted in you. Now more than ever, you wanted that freedom Dejun had promised you. You wanted the ability to lash out about this choice made for you, to scream at your uncaring father who only saw you as a political pawn to be used for the betterment of the nation.

But what could you do? You had been raised in a calculating way—everything you did was politics. Every choice you made was a stepping stone for your future—and not just yours. The future of your family, your lineage, your nation rested on your shoulders as the next in line for the throne. Who were you to just cast that aside? Run away with nothing but the hope Dejun would follow you? Would he follow you?

There was still a positive outcome, albeit a small one—you learned that while your relationship with Dejun had been broken for you, your kingdom's alliance with the Xiao family was not entirely lost. It was damaged enough to not want your families permanently intertwined, but not enough to go to war again—or more importantly to your circumstance, not damaged enough that their invitations to your family's yearly galas with the surrounding kingdoms had been rescinded.

A full year passed by the time your family hosted another gala, and it took all the self restraint you had mustered within you to not rush across the ballroom and hold him impossibly close to you when you finally, finally locked your gaze onto Dejun again for the first time in a year. You saw the way his eyes lit up when he saw you from the top of the staircase—the same way you had seen them shine all those years ago, when he had first introduced that damned idea of freedom into your stupidly impressionable mind. You wondered if anyone else in the ballroom could hear how loud your heart was pounding.

It took almost the entire evening, dancing with several other princes and high-ranking officials (the ones your advisors had informed you to charm for potential future alliances) before you were finally able to drag Dejun out of the ballroom, unnoticed, and into a nearby corridor.

You stared at each other for a moment. Then two.

Dejun whispered your name, as if saying it too loud would shatter the moment you've given him.

"I've missed you," you said. Ever the careful, political one—you'd ached with how much your mind and soul had missed Dejun, but you couldn't tell him that. What if he didn't feel the same? What if he didn't want to be seen with you, now that you were engaged to someone else? What if—

He leaned across, cupping your cheek in one hand and pressing his lips to yours in one singular, fluid motion.

Once again—Dejun had presented you with an opportunity you hadn't even thought of yourself. You had seen a door at the end of a hallway and thought it to be the only exit—and Dejun had shown you how to escape through a window.

The next two years of galas were the same—on one night a year, you'd entertain guests for hours, dancing until your feet were sore and mind swirling as you tried to remember everyone's name and affiliation and rank. None of it mattered once everyone retired to their guest suites, preparing for a long day of travel tomorrow, and you were free to slip away and spend the long hours of the night, unnoticed, with Dejun.

Each time, you heard a rock at your window as you were preparing for bed, and each time, you knew what it meant. You'd look outside to see a shining pair of eyes in the darkness, holding a single candle and beckoning you to follow. You'd end the evening as far away from the palace as you could get, tangled in Dejun's limbs underneath the moonlight, the two of you only pulling your cloaks back on and hurrying back in giggles when the first rays of morning sunlight were beginning to rise.

It's what you're doing now—heart racing as you ascend the final stair and make your way to the balcony before you. But this time will be different, you know. It has to be.

You're getting married next month to Prince Kun. You should have cut this tryst off before it even began—you know it will only continue to cause you and Dejun both heartache and suffering. And from what you hear, his own father's advisors have been hard at work finding an engagement for Dejun. It won't be long before you're both encumbered with marital duties.

All of this is at the tip of your tongue to tell him—and then he turns around from the balcony railing.

The moon frames his dark hair like a halo, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he sees you walking towards him—and oh, gods, how could you ever tell him anything of the sort? When he's running a soft hand through your hair and he's pulling your lips to his, when you're closing your eyes against him and letting him glide a hand down to the small of your back and press his chest to yours—when you're tasting freedom on his lips, how could you ever take that away?

But the thought still haunts you when you're lying on your back beside him, miles away from the palace and watching the stars glitter in the sky above you. You know why neither of you have discussed the fact that you're engaged to Kun, that you'll be living in a palace in an entirely different kingdom after next month. Admitting that you need to have a discussion, after all, feels like admitting that this has to end.

Dejun stirs beside you—you had thought he was asleep. You turn on your side to look at him.

He smiles when he sees your face, and you can't fight a smile from tugging at your own lips. How can you give this up? "This is it," he says, suddenly, and you feel your stomach lurch—of course he'd be the one to acknowledge this. "Isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" you say, quietly—but the quiver in your voice betrays that you know his meaning all too well.

Dejun reaches across and intertwines his fingers with yours, bringing your connected hands up to his lips as he kisses each fingertip. "Did you want to never discuss it? To lie with me here, and then never see me again?"

You frown. "Of course not. But I don't exactly know how—"

"Run away with me," he says suddenly. "They'll never find us. We can go to the ends of the earth."

You laugh at how abrupt he is. "They'd find us, Dejun. Your father owns the greatest military in the world, and my father has spies on every inch of this continent. We'd never make it across either border."

He's insistent. "We have to try. I told you, all those years ago, that I want to be able to choose something for my life, something that's only mine. It's you, Y/N. I don't care where we are or what we're doing—I can't stand to be apart from you anymore."

His words strike your heart like daggers, but you still shake your head slowly—grabbing the hilt and driving the daggers in further yourself. "It's too late. Don't you see? It's not just my family that's depending on my choices now—the Qians are too. I can't turn my back on this anymore by just running away."

"And who decides that?" He shoots back. "None of this has been up to you. Don't you think you deserve a chance to choose a life for yourself?"

You don't know why it's never occurred to you before. It's a fantasy—all of this. Ever since the moment your courtship with Dejun was called off years ago, you've been in a child's delusion. The real world calls now, with all of its accompanying rules and responsibilities—you have no place allowing yourself to stay in this illusion anymore. There has to be another universe, a different life where the two of you were smart enough to never do anything this stupid, but it isn't this one. There's no substance to you and Dejun. "And in that life, I would do what? Continue to be a once-a-year tryst to you? Do you..." You take a sharp breath. "Do you love me, Dejun?"

He looks like you've stung him with your words—maybe you have. "You know how I feel about you, Y/N, I—"

"Can you say it?" Part of you is screaming internally for giving him an ultimatum like this, for probably ripping away the only respite you've ever had from your life in a cage—but you know that if you don't do it, it'll be done for you. Just like everything else.

"I..." he trails off, and you find yourself utterly afraid for what he might have said—because it might have convinced you.

And then he inhales again. Clenches his jaw. "Goodnight, Y/N."

Your heart sinks, but you swallow down the self-induced disappointment. "Goodnight, Dejun."

You don't think either of you sleep much that night. You watch the sun rise on the horizon hours later—beautiful, cheerful shades of pinks and oranges that are a perfect contrast to the knots of worry you can feel brewing in your stomach.

As you and Dejun hurry back (in silence) to the south side of the palace, you begin to slow at the gate behind the gardens. In the past, you've always stopped here to say your goodbyes before heading back into the palace on your own separate ways, as to not arouse suspicion.

Dejun never stops. He never even begins to slow down his walking pace. Instead, you watch him walk past you, through the gardens and into the side door into the scullery—and now you really can't shake this feeling that you've made a massive, unchangeable mistake.

You remember how much you once hated him—how to even hear the name Xiao Dejun made your stomach twist. Now, you think, you'd give anything to hear his name announced in the same room as you. And it may never happen again.

The month that follows your engagement with Qian Kun goes by in a blur. The wedding preparations, the attire, the food for the guests—it's all chosen for you, anyway, so why should you care? You silently mourn the loss of all things good and routine in your life that you'd come to cherish before—including Dejun.

The wedding itself is a different experience—mostly because you don't feel like you're even really there. Everything is just as you had rehearsed the day before; your father walks you down the aisle in full royal regalia. You stand beside Kun and recite your perfectly memorized vows. You touch your lips to his.

It’s a game, all of it—and you’ve been told every move to play.

You don't eat much at the reception, and your new husband seems to notice. He asks if you're not feeling well, if you need to leave early—and as much as you know you need to stay to keep up appearances, to maintain the alliances your father's advisors have so carefully crafted for you with this marriage—you can't help but nod yes.

Kun is too kind for his own good, you think. He briefly shows you around the royal wing of your new home, where you'll presumably be staying for the rest of your life, before opening the door to the bedroom at the end of the corridor. You expect him to follow you inside, so you're surprised when he moves to open the door again to leave.

He turns around, a small smile of understanding on his mouth. "I'll see you in the morning, Your Highness. When you're feeling better." He hesitates for only a brief moment before adding, "You don't have to keep up appearances around me. I hope you know that."

You don't know that, in all honesty—but you smile and nod gratefully anyway.

You let yourself sit in the silence of your room for a long while, comfortable with it in contrast to the loud reception you can still hear ongoing downstairs. You think about calling for help on undressing out of your royal wedding attire, but the thought of being alone is still far more appealing, even if it takes you an hour to get out of all these layers.

You've only undone two buttons when you hear a thump on the floor, right below the open window. It's a rock, you realize in disbelief as you bend down to take a closer look. You hold it under the candlelight, and you finally recognize the familiar scrawled ink across the surface.

I love you.

You lean over the window, heart pounding so loud you can hear it rushing in your ears—and you see him. He hasn't even dismounted from the horse he must have ridden to the castle on, one hand still clutching the reins, other hand waving in the air to catch your attention.

Dejun's face lights up when he sees you, and you suddenly feel that same lightness in your chest the instant you see it. Like you'd never even left his side.

You grab the candle on your nightstand and bring it by the window to see him better, and it's then that you begin to hear what he's been saying—not yelling, thankfully, to ensure any wedding goers won't hear. But you don't even think you'd mind now, as you lean further out of the window and finally hear it from his own lips.

I love you.

You think about what he said only a month ago, an echo of the things he'd said to you when you were younger. That you deserve to choose.

You think that while there is a lifetime where you were smart enough to never do anything this stupid, there must also be another where you are brave enough to run away—to be in love, to choose with your own mind to leave behind everything you've known for each other. For something that you both know would last.

Maybe there's a part of you that thinks that lifetime can be this one—that they're one and the same. That some part of you still longs to be that foolish, and that brave.

You cup your hands around your mouth and call down to him—your answer to tonight's unspoken question.

I love you too.

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meiideryz · 15 days

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a ride home.

pairing: xiao dejun x reader

length: 1.48k

tags: alternative universe, friends <3, office au, post-celebration, rainy night, employee!xiaojun, employee!reader, fluff

warnings: implied vomiting.

dejun suppressed a laugh, waving at his intoxicated colleagues, their stumbling gait and woozy expressions hinting at the excesses of the poorly mixed cocktails they had consumed. while they stood there, his boss emerged from the scene, a briefcase in his grasp. "well done, everyone. you make me very proud of all of you."

he turned to face where their boss was standing. there was a smile lit up his face, conveying how much he enjoyed the party that everyone had meticulously planned and organized. those who remained sober, including dejun, expressed their gratitude to him for attending this special event for the company.

"i want each and everyone to get home safely, okay? see you all next week." the boss said, bidding farewell to everyone gathered in the venue before he headed out, leaving all of them behind.

dejun's other colleagues had just started undecorating and cleaning the area, and he eventually joined to help. his drunk colleagues unfortunately needed to get home before they vomit all over the place. after all, nobody wants to be cleaning up vomit at 11 o'clock in the evening.

when they soon finished, each colleague parted ways, leaving the building to go home. dejun however, had to stay behind to retrieve his valuables from the office as he remembered leaving it there, so he quickly dashed up the stairs, his steps echoing through the empty halls, climbing two floors to reach his destination.

before he left the building, he noticed that the windows were fogging up. he didn't even realize that it was raining by the time he got inside the office to get his things, and when he came down to head outside, it was still raining.

the air was cold, and dejun shivered.

he had to go inside to borrow an umbrella in the storage room before stepping back outside. the harsh downpour wasn't going to stop, and dejun had no choice but to walk to his car in the rain like this.

just when dejun was about to turn around, he noticed a figure standing in the shed. turns out it was just you, waiting for a taxi to come to drive you back to your residence. he watched you put your arms around yourself, trying to spread the warmth on your body.

there were no signs of taxis on the road, and dejun doubted that the rain would stop very soon, so gathered his courage to approach you under the shed. "hey..."

his voice filled your ears as you turned your head to see him in front of you with an umbrella in his hand.

"dejun? i thought you left already?"

"no, i left behind to get my stuff and i saw you here when i headed out," dejun responded. there was a hint of shivering in his voice because of the cold, so it made him sound like his voice kind of cracked in between his words.

"s-sorry." he cleared his throat, and he could see your lips lifting up into a smile.

"i get it," you tried to assure him from the voice crack, yet he could still see the suppressing smiles behind the hand that was covering your mouth. "it is really really cold."

to think about it, dejun also realized that you weren't wearing anything thick to keep you warm. he didn't want to be looking like a dick and leave you there under the cold hard and harsh downpour of the rain waiting for a taxi as well.

he moved closer to you as he looked into your eyes. "hey, uhm..." he paused, trying to build up the courage of approaching you like this.

"i don't think there will be taxis available in this hour and especially in this rain, so instead of waiting here, please, let me drive you home." it was a nice gesture, he wanted you to stay with him, otherwise you'd be all alone drenched in the cold rain, and he didn't want that to happen.

"really? thank you." dejun heard you say, and with that, he let his blazer gently fall from his shoulders as he placed it over your shoulders, the warmth of his blazer hugging your shivering body. he couldn't help but inhale of the citrus fragrance that lingered around him, but seeing the heat of waves rushed to your face, he quickly retracted back.

"what about you?"

"don't worry about me, dear. you're cold, and it's my job to keep you safe and warm."

after a long pause, he looked down at your hand. "may i?" he whispered to you with his hands trying to reach out for yours. when you gave permission, his own engulfed with yours, bringing you closer to him so that the umbrella could fit the two of you together.

"okay, now we run." dejun began.

he heard you laugh for a moment, and then he laughed too, both thinking that running under the downpour would be a bad idea. but none of you have a choice, it'll only get the two of you there faster.

"just don't let go, so you don't get slipped." dejun whispered. the hand intertwined with his seemed to hold tighter, he looked at you one more time, reciprocating the same tight squeeze on your hand before he counted down. "3...2..."

he watched you clutch onto the blazer he gave before you started running together towards the parked car. it didn't take long for the both of you to get inside the car in a swift motion, opening the door of the car as the two of you literally jumped inside out of fear of being drenched from the rain.

he laughed, gathering himself at his seat while one of his hands fixed the rearview mirror in front of him. "we're not gonna do that again anymore." a breathy exhale that also seemed to be a laughter escaped your lips, fingers combing your hair to fix it.

dejun kept quiet, staring at you in your passenger's seat. you looked so pretty, seeing your smile made his heart race a bit. he swallowed hard and looked away, avoiding to get caught before he turned the engine on of the car.

"you can rest while i drive, okay?" his voice filled your ears. when you gave a nod back at him, it was his sign to put his seatbelt on and drove off.

it was a very quiet ride. dejun's hand clasped around the steering wheel, and the other made its way to press the button for the windscreen wiper, to get the water out of the front window for him to see the road more clearly.

the only thing he was listening to is the static sounds of the radio, as well as the harsh pitter-patter of the rain dropping down on the far. he gave a glance in your direction, seeing that you were looking a bit uncomfortable.

he softly called for your name, only for you to furrow your eyebrows as you shut your eyes, short breaths coming out from you. dejun reached for your forehead before he let the back of his palm touch it. he pulled away quickly saying, "shit, you're burning up."

"w-what?" you weakly said. dejun needed to drive to your place as soon as possible, he needed to compose himself to avoid panicking while driving. "i'll drive there as soon as i can." assuring you to calm down, he kept one hand on the steering wheel once again, and the other reached for the glove box, fingers pressing the button to open it. " try to see if i have any cool fever patch inside there."

he watched you search from his peripheral vision before focusing back on driving, turning the wheel to move around to the corner. your place isn't that far from where you both are right now, and dejun soon noticed that the rain eased off as it turned into drizzle; the sight made him relieved.

dejun found you asleep during the rest of the ride, he tried to reach for your neck to check your temperature, but you were still burning. he was worried of course, he didn't expect that you would get sick this quickly, and he hoped for your fast recovery.

some time later, he slowly drove his car to the side to park. turning off the engine, he got off the car and walked around to the door of the passenger's seat to open it. dejun bent over to move closer to you as he gently shook you.

"we're here. come on, i'll get you to your room." his voice fluttered your eyes open, finding his. you didn't say anything and slowly got outside the car as well. dejun clasped his hand around your wrist, placing your arm around his shoulders, while the other was around your waist, pulling you closer and keeping you steady. "hang on, okay?"

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hugs2doie · 11 months

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hi it's the anon who asked for the xiaojun thing! i honestly thought dotting meant like praising or being fond of that person but it turns out it was doting which means i spelled it wrong. im so sorry! this is the definition of the word i meant, "extremely and uncritically fond of someone; adoring."

OH I GETT ITTT DONT APOLOGIZE LOVE 💓 i hope it fits your liking or what you were expecting

doting on xiaojun

pairings: bf!xiaojun x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

reqs r open !

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lucuslavigne · 9 months

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୨୧ Na Sua Estante

Xiaojun × Leitora.

🤍: um neo + uma música br, agnst, twt, fluffy no final, Xiao sendo o namorado bom mas que não percebe que não faz esforço algum pelo relacionamento, mas que no final está disposto a fazer dar certo. ( Parte 2 )

@cruelyouths não me mata ok? Juro que vc vai entender o que se passou aqui 😭

Espero que gostem!

Xiaojun observava você conversando animadamente com Hendery. Ele sabia que eram amigos e que não se viam a mais de quatro meses, mas poxa vida... Não podiam o incluir no assunto?

— Tchau Hendery! — acenou para o amigo. — Quer ir naquela cafeteria que você gosta? — perguntou ao namorado, já que não o havia dado atenção enquanto conversava com Guanheng.

— Quero. — sorriu tímido, pegando sua mão e começando a caminhar.

Lembrava das vezes em que você ficava até tarde no trabalho para ganhar um pouco mais de dinheiro e você o surpreendia com alguma viajem que ele disse que queria fazer.

Ou das vezes em que você passava horas trocando mensagens com Chittaphon perto de alguma data comemorativa para o dar um presente diferente dos anteriores.

Se recordava das vezes em que pegava você chorando no banheiro, mas quando perguntava o que havia acontecido você o respondia que apenas estava cansada do trabalho, mesmo sabendo que ele saberia que estava mentindo.

E quando ele precisava conversar com alguém você sempre esteve lá para o escutar, aconselhar e ajudar.

Mas o que ele havia feito por ti? No que ele havia te ajudado?

— Eu não ia ficar bem na sua estante Xiao. — disse cabisbaixa.

— Porque não? — perguntou.

— Porque você ainda ama ela. — respondeu olhando para o porta retrato que tinha uma foto de Xiaojun e sua ex namorada.

— Eu amo você amor. — falou.

— Não é o que parece. — se levantou do sofá e foi para o quarto.

Quando ele tinha demonstrado amar você? Quando ele te levou à algum lugar que gostava? Ou quando ele te escutou quando você precisava de alguém para conversar?

Mas isso o deixava confuso, por que sempre a via aproveitando cada segundo quando estavam juntos, seja em alguma festa, um passeio ou em casa.

— Você tá' mesmo terminando comigo? — perguntou com os olhos cheios de lágrimas.

— Tô' Dejun. — respondeu, evitando o olhar. — Isso não tá' dando certo.

— Por quê não? — questionou.

— Eu faço de tudo por você Dejun, mas o que você faz por mim? — falou. — Poxa vida, você vive conversando com a Blair, que é sua ex namorada e comigo você simplesmente fala que tá' cansado cara. — suspirou. — E você ainda reclama quando eu tô' conversando com o Hendery. Fora as outras coisas que eu quero falar mas se eu começar eu vou começar a chorar.

Xiaojun estava estático, ele não esperava que algum dia você fosse terminar com ele, e o pior era saber que a culpa era dele.

— Mas eu não vivo sem você amor... — segurou sua mão. — Por favor me dá mais uma chance.

— Eu já te dei várias chances sem você precisar pedir Xiao. — respondeu.

— Não me deixa por favor... — passou a chorar.

— Por hoje eu não quero mais te ver Xiaojun, não vou tomar minha dose da sua presença hoje. — disse.

— Não S/N fica aqui comigo por favor! — implorou.

— Sua abstinência de mim vai passar Dejun, não se preocupe. — se soltou e foi até a porta. — Converse com a Blair e veja a possibilidade de vocês voltarem, já que você ainda ama ela.

E você o deixou alí, naquela sala fria numa tarde de inverno.

Olhava os flocos de neve começando a cair do céu, via as luzes dos carros começando a fazer presença assim como as árvores começavam a ficar brancas.

A cada dia que se passava, sentia o coração apertar cada vez mais, se petrificando.

As ruas frias já não eram tão congelantes assim, os dias quentes não eram tão escaldantes assim. A primavera já não tinha tanta graça e nem chegava a ver o outono se aproximando. Os amigos o chamavam para sair, mas ele recusava todos os convites. Não queria sair sem ela. Não queria fazer nada se não fosse na companhia da pessoa que ele mais amou.

Andava pelas ruas da cidade por volta das cinco da tarde, iria pegar o livro que encomendou na livraria. Passou por ruas, esquinas, pequenas vielas e enfim chegou no estabelecimento. Dando de cara com você.

Havia se passado tanto tempo desde... Aquilo.

— Oi. — te cumprimentou, lhe deixando surpresa.

— Oi... — respondeu.

— Vem sempre aqui? — a mesma pergunta, no mesmo lugar em que se conheceram, mas algo estava diferente em ambos.

A vontade de fazer dar certo.

#um neo + uma música br #xiaojun #xiao dejun #wayv xiaojun #xiaojun imagines #xiaojun scenarios #wayv x reader #wayv #agnst #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #Spotify

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ronjunnie · 4 days

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angelssung · 1 year

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just like seeing her for the first time

summary: a surprising but welcomed guest appears at xiaojun’s front door.

warning/s: none…? xiaojun was a bit of a meanie in the past

genre: angst, WITH COMFORT AND FLUFF DW

pairings: ex!xiaojun x fem!reader

a/n: the title is based off of this one tiktok audio that got me in my feels lol

Dejun sees you.

He sees you in the teenage girl who stands in front of him.

“(Y/N)’s…?”

“Daughter.”

His eyes widen.

“You’re… You’re my dad, Dejun,” the teenager stuffs her left hand in her pocket awkwardly, pulling out an old photo and offering it to her father, “That’s what my aunt Minjeong says.”

It’s evident to anyone watching that Dejun's shocked. You never told him about your daughter, but he supposes that it’s because of the last time he saw you, he did his best to push you away so you’d never have to return to him.

And he never stopped regretting his actions since then. Never dated anyone since then, focusing heavily on his career, but he now regrets it even more knowing you chose to take care of your daughter in favour of reaching your own dreams at a young age.

When he takes the photo, a feeling of nostalgia and warmth settles in him as soon as he sees your smiling figure next to him.

Dejun felt like he was falling in love with you again.

It takes him almost a minute to respond, and his daughter doesn’t blame him.

“I still remember this photo…” Dejun huffs with a fond smile, “Your mom loved playing at the arcade. Does she still?”

The teenage girl scoffed, “Yeah. She doesn’t even know I’m here, otherwise she would’ve freaked out.”

“Of course she would,” Dejun shook his head with a grin, “Come on in kid, I’m sure I can tell you stories until you head back home.”

“Sounds good to me!” Skipping in, Dejun noticed his daughter’s eyes and nose were just like his. So those were the features she got from his side, he thinks, feeling nothing but pride at the result of you and him.

But every time he looked at that photo, the photo immortalising a younger him and you, he felt he was just seeing you for the first time.

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saturnznct · 2 years

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telling him you’re pregnant again | xdj

➸ request from anon; hi! could i request a dad! xiaojun :) and the prompt/scenario is up to you!! thank you in advance!

➸ word count; 1752 words

➸ liena; aged 4, kuaiha; in the womb lol

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Xiao Liena was yours and Xiaojun’s pride and joy.

Even before you got married, Xiaojun longed for children of his own after his brother had his own children. You saw the way he played with his nieces and nephews, the look in his eyes when they did something cute or called him uncle. You could tell he was imagining your own children playing games with him and calling him ‘daddy’ instead of ‘Uncle Xiaojun.’

You’d had the conversation a couple of times. You both wanted two, and Xiaojun wanted to wait until you were married. So, a few years later you became engaged and eventually married for two years, then your daughter Liena was born.

He thought it wouldn’t be that difficult, he had coped relatively well when she was at nursery for three to four hours at a time, but now, when that time had doubled, he found it so lonely. The house was quiet, no giggling or padding of little feet. He began picturing his days being filled with another tiny baby in his arms, maybe a son this time- no, another daughter would also be perfect- a sibling for Liena to play with, as well as another incredible gift for you and him.

You weren’t totally surprised when he brought it up, after all you had both agreed on two, and Liena was at a good age.

‘Oh Jun,’ you nearly burst into tears when he asks, ‘of course I want to have another baby with you.’

And he just grins, practically tackling you onto the bed.

You stop using any birth control, but don’t put any pressure on each other.

‘If a baby happens, it happens,’ he mumbles into your shoulder after one particularly late night together, ‘just like we said last time.’

And that leads you to now, three months later, staring down at a positive test.

You feel such a strange mix of emotions. You were thrilled of course, this is exactly what you wanted, but at the same time, you felt the violent butterflies erupt in your stomach. The nausea probably doesn’t help.

’Two children,’ you mumble to yourself, the realisation that you would now be responsible for two human lives now dawning on you.

‘Mummy/mommy?’ You hear Liena call from the other room.

‘Just a moment sweetheart,’ you shout back, putting the test in a drawer.

‘Mummy/mommy,’ Liena chirps as you come out of the bathroom, ‘what’s for dinner?’

‘What would you like for dinner?’

‘Hmm,’ she thinks for a moment, ‘jjajangmyeon?’

‘Feeling like Korean food today?’ You smile. It’s always made you happy whenever Liena embraces Korea. While she was born in Korea and has never properly lived in China, you and Xiaojun wanted her to be in touch with both cultures, by speaking to her in both languages as well as serving her food from both places.

‘Moonbyeol was talking about it,’ Liena says, referring to Jeno’s daughter who was in her class at school.

She’s quiet for a few moments, before perking up, ‘mummy/mommy, you know Moonbyeol’s getting a little brother, right?’

‘Yeah, I do know sweetheart,’ you smile, ‘it’s exciting isn’t it?’

You hope she says yes, hoping she has an optimistic view of siblings and pregnancy.

‘Yeah! She says the baby is in her mummy’s/mommy’s tummy.’

‘Yeah she’s right Li,’ you start gathering the ingredients for the Jjajangmyeon, ‘how would you feel if I had a baby?’

Liena tilts her head, ‘would I be able to play with the baby?’

‘You’ll have to wait until they grow up a little bit first,’ you explain, ’they’ll be small for a while. Like Jinghua is now!’

‘Jinghua cries,’ Liena recounts the few occasions in which she’d met Renjun’s new daughter.

‘It’s because Jinghua’s just a baby, she can’t say what she wants,’ you explain, ‘if mummy/mommy had a baby, that baby will cry too. But they will grow up into a big boy or girl just like you, and they won’t cry as much and they will want to play with you, and eat food with you and be your best friend!’

‘How would you get a baby?’

Oh great, the question you’d been dreading.

‘Well, um, daddy would have to agree first.. and then the baby would grow inside my tummy here,’ you point to your lower stomach.

‘And then they would be my brother or sister?’

‘Exactly sweetheart,’ you’re still trying to read her expression, ‘would you want that?’

‘Yeah,’ Liena nods, ’it’d be cool to have a brother or sister, like Maddie and Moonbyeol do.’

‘What if mummy/mommy told you there was a baby in her tummy right now?’

Liena perks up, eyes widening, ‘really?’

‘Yeah, Li,’ you feel a big sense of relief at her reaction.

‘Can I see?’

‘Not yet,’ you shake your head, ‘they’ll only be the size of a little tiny dot right now. But over the next few months they’ll get bigger and bigger.’

‘How long?’

‘A few months… but you can help mummy/mommy with so much! Because the baby will need toys and a new bedroom.’

Liena gasps, ‘toys!’

‘Yeah, I knew that would grab your attention… Sweetheart, do you wanna help me tell your daddy about the baby?’

Liena gets excited again, ‘yeah!’

‘Okay sweetheart, when daddy gets home, here’s what we’re going to do…’

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‘I’m home,’ Xiaojun calls, face and mood instantly brightening when his daughter comes running towards him.

‘Daddy!’

‘Hi angel!’

Liena runs into his arms, and Xiaojun lifts her in the air, spinning her around in circles while she shrieks.

You trail behind, ‘ah, too much excitement for this close to bedtime!’

Xiaojun smiles sheepishly, holding Liena on his hip, ‘sorry mama.’

You quickly peck his lips, ‘have a good day?’

‘Yeah, tiring though,’ Xiaojun sets Liena down, peeling his bag off his shoulder and kicking his shoes off, ‘you?’

‘Pretty interesting,’ you press your lips together, nodding, ignoring the confused look on his face.

‘Daddy,’ Liena tugs on the sleeve of his hoodie to get his attention, ‘can you read me a book to go to bed?’

‘Yeah of course,’ Xiaojun grabs her little hand, leading her over to her room.

‘Did you have a nice day at school?’ He asks her as she picks a book to read. You stand in the doorway, watching the scene.

‘I had a good day,’ she says, ‘mummy/mommy made Jjajangmyeon.’

‘Really!’ Xiaojun acts excited, ‘was it yummy?’

‘Yeah!’ Liena grins, ‘delicious.’

’Thanks sweetheart,’ you cross the room to come and sit down beside Xiaojun on her bed.

‘Mummy/mommy told me something too,’ Liena begins, turning her attention to Xiaojun.

‘And what is that?’

‘Mummy/mommy has a baby in her tummy.’

Xiaojun turns to you, completely wide-eyed.

‘Wait, do you really?’ He practically whispers.

You nod, tears sprinting into your eyes.

‘Oh my God,’ he laughs, tears of his own coming through, ‘you’re pregnant.’

Xiaojun gently pulls you towards him, enveloping you in a warm hug, ’this is amazing.. I mean, how long have you known?’

’Since this morning.’

‘I can’t believe- Liena! You’re going to be a big sister!’

You and Xiaojun open your arms, inviting Liena into your cuddle.

‘I love you both. So much,’ Xiaojun kisses both of your foreheads.

‘We love you too,’ you take his hand, resting it on your stomach, ‘all of us do.’

The three of you sit there for a few minutes, just cuddling and soaking in the moment.

Xiaojun catches sight of the time on Liena’s clock.

‘I think it’s time for you to go to sleep,’ Xiaojun pulls away from your hug, much to the disappointment of Liena.

‘No,’ she whines, but is quickly interrupted by a big yawn.

‘Hm, I think it is,’ he laughs, leaning over her and pressing a kiss on her forehead, ‘goodnight baby.’

‘Goodnight daddy,’ Liena clutches her little brown teddy bear that Kun bought for her when she was born.

‘Goodnight Li,’ you kiss her, ‘love you.’

‘I love you too mummy/mommy.’

’Na-night,’ you both leave the room, flicking her little lamp off and quietly pulling the door closed.

Xiaojun waits until you’re out of Liena’s earshot before he practically attacks you in a hug.

‘Hi,’ you giggle, laughing increasing when he starts littering your cheeks with kisses.

‘I can’t believe you surprised me like that,’ he splutters, ‘I really wasn’t expecting it..’

‘Liena is so excited,’ you begin lightly scratching his head in the way you know he likes, the way that relaxes him, ‘although she did ask me how the baby got there.’

‘Worst question to be asked.’

’I tried to get her to warm up to the idea,’ you say, ‘she seemed to like it. She’s excited for a friend I think.’

‘Good… I’m so happy, I can’t believe we’re going to have another little one in the house… How did you know you were pregnant?’

‘My period was quite late, and I felt a bit dizzy this morning. I mean, it wasn’t too intense, but I thought what if, you know? And all the tests I did, really strong positives.’

Xiaojun’s smile goes impossibly wider, ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

’Now, you’re going to sit in the big comfy armchair with the footrest while we watch TV, and then I’ll make you ginger tea because I know that helped with your nausea with Liena and-‘

You watch fondly as he darts around, gathering cushions and blankets for you, and you know that you’re in the best hands possible.

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minhyeong · 5 months

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WAYV + SIMPLE DATES !

[ kun ]

being pushed by him on the swings at an empty playground after all the kids return home and streets slow down and you can finally have a moment of stillness

wraps his own scarf around you since it's a little chilly in the evening

sways you gently until you're asking for more momentum, but he will never not worry about you falling down so he only puts so much force

sitting in comfortable silence with the occasional creaking of the chains as you inhale the air that smells earthy and sink into the embrace of the autumn breeze

you look back and he smiles, eyes crinkling when your gazes lock, and you suddenly feel like you're eight again with nothing to fear

[ ten ]

wearing matching pajamas and brushing your teeth together after indulging in way too much sugar for the night

he gets even louder and more unhinged than usual when all the sugar in his system hits

your shared playlist is playing in the background, volume turned up loud enough that he has to scream over the music to communicate with you but you both like it that way

laughs at all the foam that sits on your mouth as you brush your teeth when he doesn't look much neater

bumps his shoulder into yours when you make eye contact through the mirror but fakes pain when you do the same back and claims you have to kiss it better

[ winwin ]

dragging him out to grocery shop after you opened his fridge and noticed that there was barely anything edible

pushing the shopping cart side by side with hands resting just close enough on the handle

he gets distracted and sneaks a few packs of junk food into the cart that you side eye because they're not filling, and he definitely tilts his head and gives you puppy eyes for permission to get more ice cream

but also remembers to stock up on your favorite snacks for when you go over

hands you the lightest bag and then tries to carry everything else back into the house at once because two trips are for the weak according to him

[ xiaojun ]

napping at 6am because you stayed up all night pondering life and made sure you had someone (him) to ponder with

doesn't even have to be something deep because he will stay up to debate whether humans have one butt or two

but now you both look like zombies and have eye bags that sink all the way down to your cheekbones, so you finally put the debate aside for a moment and crawl into bed

he sets the alarm for 8am and giggles almost hysterically for a second out of disbelief because did you two really just forgo sleep to talk about butts

tenderly interlocks his fingers with yours before he shuts his eyes and mumbles that he's definitely right about the debate

[ hendery ]

assembling furniture together after a spontaneous trip to ikea that resulted in bringing home a shelf that you definitely didn't need but wanted regardless

unboxing takes an hour because he got distracted by the bubble wrap and challenged you to see who could pop them all quicker

purposely rolls up his sleeve and unnecessarily flexes his arms when he's using the screwdriver and sends you a wink that has you fake gagging

is actually very focused on trying to decipher the instructions when you both finally get to work

proudly moves the finished product to the place you want it and tells you to put a framed photo of him on the shelf so everyone who visits can see his beautiful face

[ yangyang ]

watching a romantic comedy movie where the characters are dancing in the rain and suddenly he's pulling you off the couch so you can do the same on your small balcony

the downpour is sharp and almost feels as if it's trying to pierce through your skin that grows colder by the minute

it's a little awkward at first and you have no idea what you're supposed to do, but he rubs the rain out of your eyes and tugs you close

you forget about the cold rain when he dramatically twirls and dips you, and you erupt into a fit of giggles as the thrill hits you

makes sure to dry your hair with a towel after you take a warm shower and kisses the crown of your head

#nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct imagines #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv fluff #kun scenarios #ten scenarios #winwin scenarios #xiaojun scenarios #hendery scenarios #yangyang scenarios #i made myself sad with kun's

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xdjville · 2 months

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° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . wayv as not-so-common romance tropes - xiaojun . ° . ᡣ𐭩 °

description: you get to choreograph and teach the routine to wayv's new song, and good god, you look hot in those sweatpants

pairing: idol!xiaojun x gn!choreographer!reader

cw: reader has long hair and a crop top, a few curse words, xiaojun being an extreme case of a loser

word count: 1,677

author's note: the first chapter of this series is out, yay! it was the first one i wrote and to be honest it was the reason this turned into series, originally the stories were supposed to be in a form of bulletpoints but i got a little carried away with dejun here... what can i say i love me a loser man 😔✊

you first met xiaojun after your demo choreography got chosen for wayv's new title track.

as a mentee of one of sm's most recognised choreographers, over the years you naturally picked up his dance style that the agency had favored so much, and after working as a dancer for a few years, you finally got to make your first original choreography - for red velvet's song.

with the instant recognition from the fans that your work got you, tiktok challenges with the choreography going viral and praise for both the group and you flooding the comment section under the dance practice video, the company began to hire you more often. that had eventually lead you to where you were then - having already worked with most of their artists at least once, it was time for your first collaboration with nct. wayv, to be exact.

when meeting the members for the first time, you were more nervous than usual. you couldn't put you finger on what exactly was the reason - was it their visuals that almost made you choke on your words from seeing them up close, or the group's, and you mean it in the nicest way possible, overwhelming personalities? maybe it was the combination of both, who knows.

but as the first practice went on, you quickly found yourself getting more comfortable with them, the uneasiness dissolving with each joke and silly remark from their side. on top of that, they seemed to have a lot of respect for you and your skills, letting you know they loved the choreography every chance they got and in the result giving you a good boost of confidence.

that is, except xiaojun. xiaojun was not feeling any more relaxed - if anything, he was getting more tense.

why? the answer was simple, although it took a good amount of courage for him to even say it in his head. the thought alone was making him very uncomfortable, feeling like he's going through puberty once again and not fully understanding the signals his body was sending.

you were, to put it simply, fucking hot.

and if that alone wasn't humiliating enough, dejun kept making a fool of himself because of how nervous you made him. normally, he was pretty confident with his dancing skills, but with you standing in front of him, your eyes carefully following his every move, arms crossed, hair, slightly disheveled from dancing, falling on your shoulders, your gray sweatpants, god, those gray sweatpants...

obviously, you noticed his uneasy state, it was hard not to. though since you didn't know him outside practices, you just assumed he was the shy type and hopefully would warm up to you with time. his members, on the other side, knowing their friend probably better than he knew himself, caught on to what's going on almost instantly. and no words had to be exchanged to form a silent agreement to make it even worse for him.

it's safe to say that the next week was nothing short of a living hell. every morning xiaojun had to hype himself up to even show up for the dance practices because of how straight up stupid he felt there. he had trouble memorising the choreography, because every time he tried to follow your moves, instead his eyes would move on their own to follow the hem of your cropped shirt, then the line of your waist all the way down to the waistband of those goddamn sweatpants. on top of that, he became so hyperaware of his own actions he started to question if he'd always been like this, or if your presence just turned him into a completely different person.

and because the only thing he would get out of your lessons was was what you wore on that day, every night he had to stay another few hours after everyone left to actually practice the choreography with the guide video you sent them in the beginning (he was thanking the universe that you weren't in that video, or else it might have gone very badly for him).

after he was done with that, all he could do was pray that his members were asleep by the time he returned to the dorm so he could wash the day away and hide in his room to push his face into the pillow - which, most of the time, was not the case. so the second he stepped through the door he was bombarded with unnecessary questions that they all obviously knew the answers to, but still posed them to him just for the sake of it ("what took you so long, you two made out in there or something?", "fuck off, guanheng."). those were then followed by teasing remarks, kissing noises, and occasionally some actually helpful, although unasked for, advice from kun or sicheng who got a sudden surge of conscience.

that's how xiaojun spent six out of seven days of your work together. six very long, draining days.

after finishing your last practice session together, all seven of you sat down on the floor, talking about everything and anything. drinking the last sips of your watered down iced americanos, getting to know each other, and joking around. you were enjoying your well deserved break, when at some point xiaojun stood up, very abruptly - you assumed he also realised it was a bit too sudden from the way he took a second to recompose himself, looking around sheepishly - and made a beeline towards the door, mumbling something about going to the bathroom.

before the door could even close behind him, ten jumped to his feet even faster than dejun had and bolted out of the room, following his friend right behind. puzzled, you watched the door slowly close behind them, but the remaining four members didn't seem fazed at all - they seemed to understand the situation much better than you, sharing glances and not-so-discreet smiles between each other.

at that point you were starting to feel a little worried - have you done anything to make him so uncomfortable around you? it's been quite a while since your first meeting and all the members had loosened up, but not xiaojun. thinking back, you can't even recall one time he looked you in the eyes, and it made you feel terrible.

using that the reason for your concerns had left, you decided to ask about dejun'a behavior, hoping that his friends would ease your worries and confirm that it was just his way of being and not you unintentioanlly being an asshole. after hearing your question yangyang only smiled wider, eyeing the three of his members with an expression full of something you couldn't really read,

"just wait."

well, that did not ease your worry at all. but before you could dwell and ask for more explanation the door opened again, and the two who left earlier returned. instead of going back to their previous spots though, they remained right by the entrance, their faces showing emotions so different they looked almost comical next to each other.

on one side stood ten, both hands resting on his hips, his smile nearly reaching his ears and eyes beaming with... excitement? maybe pride? meanwhile to his left was xiaojun, with arms crossed on his chest and head tilted down almost at a ninety degree angle, only small parts of his unbelievably reddened cheeks visible from between his dark hair strands. you almost thought he looked adorable like this, but you mentally slapped yourself just before that idea could be finished. not the right time, y/n.

"i guess it's time for us." kun spoke up, turning to you with a bright smile - what the hell were they all so jolly about? with that, the five of them said their goodbye's and thank you's, each giving you a warm hug before leaving out of the same door the two had been standing by moment earlier. before you could even muster up a proper reply, you and dejun were left alone in the empty practice room, the tension between you making the air so thick it was starting to get hard to breathe.

after the loud slam of the exit you turned your attention back to xiaojun, who seemed to had taken that moment of the spotlight not being on him for once to compose himself a bit, and was now standing straight, the color on his now fully visible face slightly closer to his original skin tone. your eyes locked for a brief moment, but he quickly averted his gaze back to the floor.

although still not fully in understanding of the situation you found yourself in, you were honestly starting to get a bit annoyed. you didn't want to leave any unresolved problems behind, knowing it would be hard for both of you if you were to work together again, so you took the initiative,

"dejun, what is all of this about? do you have something to tell me?"

the said man tensed up even more at the sound of his own name, closing his eyes tightly in a desperate attempt to get somewhat of a grip of himself. after taking a deep breath, and then another one, he opened his eyes again, and for a moment he swore the world started spinning at the sight of you. despite that he knew it was his only chance to let out what had been weighing on him, so he mustered up all the confidence he had left for that day to take a few bold steps forward until you were just an arm length away. it took probably all the confidence he had stored for that comeback to then raise his head and meet your eyes and, for the first time, don't look away.

"fuck it," he thought, knowing that it was extremely unlikely he would gather the courage to get to that point again, especially with your involvement in preparations for that comeback being done.

he took another, very shaky, deep breath,

"would you, uh, like to got out, maybe, sometime?"

©xdjville

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2jaeh · 1 year

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christmassy! | xiaojun

it's christmas eve, but more importantly, it's your three year anniversary with your boyfriend.

genre: fluff

content: gender neutral!reader, boyfriend!xiaojun, established relationship

word count: 436

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christmas fic masterlist (2022)

The Christmas season was special on its own, but it was extra special for you and your boyfriend. Three years ago, on Christmas eve, you quite literally bumped into Xiaojun, who was balancing an array of last minute Christmas gifts in his arms. Fortunately the only thing that had fallen was him… for you. He'd make that cheesy joke every anniversary since, just basking in seeing you flash him an amused smile, similar to the apologetic one you'd given him that day you two met after mumbling a sorry and offering to help him carry his items.

You patiently waited at the rooftop restaurant, the establishment practically empty except for you, a waiter and probably a few cooks sitting around in the kitchen. You two always got to enjoy a quiet dinner for your anniversary since everyone was busy spending Christmas eve at home. You smoothed down your clothes before taking a sip of water. You were always comically early for your dates, while Xiaojun was always perfectly on time, apologising for being tardy nonetheless. On cue, he came rushing into the restaurant, a huge grin on his face and muttering his usual apology.

You two sat at the table, enjoying your meal accompanied by a quiet conversation against the soft, classical music playing from the sound system. He made his "lucky the only thing that fell was me for you" joke and you laughed, just like you did every time. People could call you a simp all they wanted, you just loved the man as much as he loved you.

"Merry Christmas!" Xiaojun beamed after he glanced at the clock on the wall, having to squint due to the dim fairy lights.

"Merry Christmas." You chuckled, both of you clinking your wine glasses together.

"I actually have my Christmas slash Anniversary present right here," Xiaojun fished out a box from his coat pocket and placed it in front of you, "Don't open it yet."

"Okay." You nodded.

"It's been three amazing years with you and you've made every Christmas so perfect," he began the sentimental speech he gave to you every anniversary before handing you your gift, "if anything, every day feels like Christmas when I'm with you.

"You're the most special person to me and I know that I want to feel that forever." You shifted at those words, your heart racing when he reached over to open the box and revealed a beautiful ring with your birth stone lodged in the middle.

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course!" You exclaimed, letting him place the ring on your finger before rushing into his arms.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 2 years

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[8:17 pm]

(cw: food)

When Xiaojun told you to pack a bag for a warm trip, you packed a bag for a warm trip. When Xiaojun told you that you wouldn’t need the sweater you packed, you didn’t pack the sweater. When Xiaojun told you that this spontaneous trip would be somewhere hot during the day and warm at night, you trusted him and didn’t ask question.

Now you wish you didn’t listen to him. Granted, he was right about it being warm. The beach town he had chosen for this spontaneous trip was hot during the day even as you played in he refreshing water you couldn’t escape the heat. However, it had cooled down significantly at night.

While no, it wasn’t cold per say, you wouldn’t exactly call the steady breeze and incoming sea fog warm either. It was hard to keep the hairs from standing on your arms or the chill that ran down your back more and more frequently while you both sat on the patio of the restaurant. The dinner was good, but did little to keep away the chill for very long.

And of course, after dinner when Xiaojun insisted on taking a walk before heading back to the hotel, you couldn’t say no. The town was so cute and you wanted to take a look while it wasn’t hot out. But Xiaojun didn’t even notice the cold it seemed. No! Xiaojun was nice and warm in a hoodie, very similar to the very same sweater he had insisted you didn’t need.

“It’s kind of chilly,” You started.

He hummed, “Is it? Man, the moon looks huge tonight.”

“Yeah, wish I had brought that sweater after all.”

“This is like the biggest I’ve ever seen it! I have to take a picture.”

“If only I had a sweet and loving boyfriend who would lend me his sweater after he told me I didn’t need one,” You sighed dramatically.

“Wait, can you take a picture of me with it really quick, people might not believe me.”

“Yeah! I can’t believe you! Give me your sweater!”

“No, what? Take a picture of me with the moon really quick please,” Xiaojun explained.

“No, you weirdo! I’m on the brink of turning blue from the cold, let me use your sweater.”

“Is it really even that cold? I’m actually getting a little sweaty under here, are you sure you want it?” Xiaojun asked.

You whined, “Baby! I’m cold and you told me I didn’t need a sweater. You even took out my sweater that I snuck in my bag.”

He rolled his eyes lightheartedly and went on his long and stupid explanation about how by simply looking at the weather app, you would see that it would be sweltering hot with lots of sunshine. To which you replied that while yes, he was right about that, you could also see that the sun went away at around 7 o’clock and the weather dropped significantly at night.

A short and passionate conversation later, you were walking, well, more like shuffling back to the hotel with Xiaojun stuck to your back. He had refused to take his sweater off which led to him revealing he wasn’t actually wearing anything under his sweater. So his genius solution to this problem he had essentially created was to embrace you from behind to share his warmth. Then when that didn’t work he chose to drape his arms over your own.

“I can feel you shivering, here. Get in here with me, I don’t even care that it stretches out with your big head. Alright let’s be quick,” Xiaojun said, quickly pulling up the bottom of his hoodie while waving you over.

“Xiaojun, no. The hotel is right there, put your sweater down.”

“Get in! We get to cuddle and be warm together!”

“There’s no way I’m doing that, we’ll be banned from the hotel for disturbing other guests and staff, let’s just get to the room and I’ll let you tuck me in.”

“Are you sure you don’t want in? It’s nice and cozy...”

“It’s a definite and hard no, now let’s get inside and I’m going to show you how to use the weather app before I get into revoking your spontaneous vacation planning.”

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markstars · 1 year

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[7:20 pm]— ☆

you look up at the glowing eiffel tower, the elegant patterns of its structure spiraling into a tiny point in the night sky. you pull a small journal out of your bag to cross off another thing from your life bucket list.

but it’s been months since you last opened to that page, so you do a double-take when you see the words “with xiaojun” scribbled after “see the eiffel tower” on the list. you try to ignore the empty, aching feeling in your chest as you shakily cross out the two words that had suddenly unearthed memories you wished you could forget. scanning the rest of the list, you wonder if you should also cross out the already checked off item that says “fall in love.”

#nct scenarios #xiaojun scenarios #nct imagines #xiaojun imagines #nct #wayv #xiaojun #revive #ts: xdj angst

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minjunz · 2 years

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heyyy i hope your doing finee <3 i just saw that yangyang and shotaro as boyfriends and that was literally the most satisfying and cutest thing ive read so far :( ... also nice to meet u! im new on here (like no joke i just joined like 2 weeks ago)— anyways cld i req the same thing but with xiaojun and hendery as well 🥺🫶🏽 idk im in my feels 😞❤️ take your time w this one lovely xoxo

hii!! i hope you’re doing fine as well ^^ had to absolutely wrack my tiny little peanut brain for these, i’m so bad at writing for anyone except nct dream so i’m super sorry if this is subpar D: ty for requesting though!

nice to meet you too btw!!!!

xiaojun and hendery as boyfriends! [gn reader]

XIAOJUN ☀️

goes shopping with you but you both end up just buying stuff for bella instead

takes bella on walks with you and you end up having to run with him

appreciates all your weird jokes but doesn’t really understand them. he just thinks you’re cute

constantly gushing about you to everyone

experiments with recipes (like the oreo cake) and uses you as his test subject

would die for you

sends you gym photos. also sends you bella photos

you constantly get into dumb playful arguments about stupid things like if milk or cereal goes first

likes headbutting you in an affectionate way

if you’re checking your outfit in the mirror he’ll come up behind you and just start flexing

pinches your cheeks so often there’s xiaojun prints permanently engraved in your skin

he also likes laying his head on your ass. he says it’s like a heated pillow

tries to act mature and manly when you go for nights out

you get home and he immediately falls on top of you and won’t move unless you pinch or kiss him

prefers video call to audio call if he’s away

he’s always trying to get you to feel more confident

i think he’s the type to give a million pecks instead of just one kiss

[sorry i see xiaojun as a brother figure it’s so hard to write for him 😭]

you ask him to step on you as a joke and he looks at you like you’re clinically insane

makes an effort to take you on as many dates as he possibly can

you build giant lego sets together

takes the worst photos of you but it’s ok

makes dinosaur noises at you to end conversations

protects his squidward beanie with his life. the only thing you’re not allowed to touch when he has it on

he looks like a guard dog from afar but he’s actually whispering “look at my boobs” into your ear

HENDERY ☁️

a clown.

if he can’t make you laugh at least thrice a day then he won’t sleep

i feel like 90% of the time he’s messing around and being playful with you but the other 10% of the time he’s SO romantic

like he’ll set up candle light three course meals in your living room just because he wants to

he gets really really shy/awkward when meeting your friends or family though and won’t let go of your hand

will wake you up by making weird noises in your face or twerking

calls you his prince/princess in the middle of kisses

puts on his ‘girl voice’ when he wants you to do something

force feeds you his food because he wants you to try it

buys shirts with you in mind. he wants you to like them enough to steal them

nose boops you like a dog

vlogs to his story and always hypes you up for no reason

“hey guys look at how amazing, gorgeous, cool, showstopping, brilliant, incredible, magnificent and CUTE y/n is. look at my baby.”

knows all your likes and dislikes. he’ll eat what you don’t like if you’re determined to get something with it though

compliments you in a different language to your face then refuses to tell you what he’s saying

even if you’re attacking him he’ll just grin and shake his head

sometimes you wake up and he’s just stood at the foot of your bed like a sleep paralysis demon

or he’s stood in front of your mirror doing weird dances

staring contests but he’s trying to distract you by blowing kisses the whole time

sends you cat thirst trap photos

absolutely destroys you when you play fight then apologises immediately after

so comfortable around you. almost too comfortable. like he shits with the door open

sends you horrible puns every hour

neighbours called the police once because they thought you were murdering someone but you were just trying to make hendery jump and he screamed

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