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hiiya! can i please please ask for something, ANYTHING about hendery? i kinda want to see him subby, but it’s more like him being whipped but then he takes the lead. do whatever you want with this
SWITCH-UP — WONG KUNHANG (黄冠亨) (18+)
✧°, MDNI
field trips were often the same, no matter the school. Herding into buses with chatter buzzing, students bemoaning the long ride or rolling their eyes at the thought of a mundane museum tour. a typical day out of the classroom, yet not much different from sitting at a desk. teachers barely holding the reins, students sneaking off for a smoke or gossip in secluded corners. for most, it was a rare break from monotony. these excursions usually ceased after the third year of high school, as if to mark a rite of passage into adulthood, where such frivolities no longer held space. but your university—oh, it was different.
here, nothing followed tradition, least of all the idea that field trips were for the young and naive. your university wasn’t bound by convention, and why would it be? prestige and wealth had a way of bending the rules. field trips continued well into your final years, an indulgence rather than an obligation, a reflection of the privilege sewn into the very fabric of your life. you didn’t mind. in fact, you’d grown to love it, this life shaped by the whims of the rich.
money came easy, after all. so did publicity and popularity, two byproducts of your academic brilliance and sharp athleticism. it all fit together like a carefully crafted puzzle, each piece adding another layer to your identity. it was a package deal—the intelligence, the skill. you had learned to navigate it seamlessly, embracing the unspoken power it gave you. you knew exactly who you were and how to wield that knowledge to your advantage.
your only flaw, some would say, was that you were a bitch. you weren’t ashamed of it. why should you be? the world you lived in didn’t reward kindness; it rewarded control. and you had control in spades. no one had their way with you—no one ever would. you were sharp, unyielding, and yes, at times cruel. it wasn’t something you denied, not even to yourself. the whispers in the hallways, the glances exchanged in the bathroom as girls fixed their lipstick in the mirror—it was all the same. they called you a bitch, and you owned it. better to be feared than forgotten.
the only person who didn’t seem to see you through that lens was kunhang. where others whispered behind your back or trembled in your presence, he adored you. bright and bubbly, he was the rare exception, the one who refused to believe you were anything but assertive. he defended you relentlessly, as if worshipping your very existence. he was infatuated, and it showed in every wide-eyed gaze, every laugh that burst from his lips when you were near.
you had thought it was natural for a boyfriend to be protective, to spin the narrative in your favor, but kunhang wasn’t faking it. he looked at you as though you hung the moon, as though every sharp word and cool glance only added to the mystique that made you irresistible. whipped didn’t even begin to cover it. he was enamored, and while you didn’t let many get close, he had earned his place. perhaps it was his earnestness, or maybe the way he never flinched in the face of your cutting remarks. he didn’t just accept you as you were; he adored you for it.
you allowed yourself to be softer around him, just a little. when his hand found yours, you didn’t pull away. at first, the gesture had felt awkward—foreign even—but over time, you grew to hold it with pride. kunhang, ever affectionate, was quick to pull you in for a kiss or wrap you in a hug, and while you rarely initiated, you never denied him. his adoration was intoxicating in its simplicity, and in those moments, you almost forgot the weight of your reputation. you almost forgot that in the eyes of everyone else, you were untouchable, untamable—a bitch with no patience for weakness. but with him, you let yourself lean into something softer, even if just for a moment.
the only reason you had walked hand-in-hand through the dense forest toward the campsite, surrounded by your classmates, was because of him. kunhang’s grip on your hand was tighter than yours, but you didn’t mind. his smile, bright and pure, was contagious enough to make you forget the slight discomfort of the heat or the uneven path beneath your feet. as you both neared the site, his eyes lit up with barely contained excitement. “we’re gonna share a tent, right?” his voice was laced with eagerness, the undertone making your smile widen.
“i was thinking of sleeping alone,” you teased, letting your tone carry an air of false seriousness. for a moment, you saw his grin falter, a frown quickly replacing the earlier joy, and you nearly regretted your words. “i’m just kidding,” you added, the corner of your lips quirking upwards as relief washed over him, his radiant smile returning.
the campsite was nestled between towering trees, their branches draping like a protective canopy over the rows of tents that your classmates had begun setting up. the scent of pine hung in the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the damp ground beneath your feet. it was simple, perhaps too simple for a group as accustomed to luxury as yours, but there was a certain charm in the ruggedness. the makeshift fire pit in the center of the site flickered with the beginnings of a small flame, casting long shadows across the clearing. logs arranged in a circle around it served as seats for your group, who laughed and chatted as they worked to establish a sense of comfort in the wilderness.
you leaned back in your folding chair, watching as hendery—no, kunhang, to everyone else—struggled momentarily with the tent’s poles. his tongue poked out in concentration, brows furrowed in determination. it was amusing, the way he worked so hard, so focused. he wanted everything to be perfect, to prove himself capable. and you—well, you were perfectly content admiring him from a distance.
“nice job, kunhang,” a voice chimed in from nearby, and you turned to see one of the girls from your class offering him a thumbs-up, her face lit with a smile. she seemed harmless enough, but the sight of her addressing him so familiarly made something inside you tighten. to everyone else, he was kunhang, the boy with the easy laugh and friendly demeanor. but to you? he was hendery, your hendery. the nickname was yours alone, something intimate that others had no right to touch.
“keep walking,” you snapped, your voice sharp enough to slice through the air like a whip. the girl’s smile faltered, her eyes darting to her friend for support before they both hurried off, the lightness in their steps fading into an awkward shuffle. hendery couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped from his lips, amused by the situation. he glanced at you, eyes filled with that familiar adoration, but said nothing.
the dinner that followed was as expected. adequate. passable. you couldn’t expect much from camp food, after all. it was edible, at least, and that was enough for the evening. you ate in silence, content to let the sounds of the forest and the chatter of your classmates fill the gaps. hendery, on the other hand, watched you with a quiet smile, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he was holding back a secret. you met his gaze, raising an eyebrow as you chewed. “what? is my makeup creasing?” you asked, feigning concern while your eyes glinted with humor.
he smiled softly, shaking his head. “i have to stare,” he murmured, his voice dropping low, almost reverent. “you’re so beautiful.” compliments had always come easily to you, especially in this world of wealth and admiration. but his words—his simple, unadorned praise—held a different weight. they felt genuine in a way that made your heart stutter, your cheeks warming under the softness of his gaze. you could never quite get used to it, no matter how often he said it. there was something about the way he looked at you, something that made you feel seen in a way that was both flattering and unsettling.
tonight, though, his gaze lingered too long, and it wasn’t just admiration that danced behind his eyes. there was something more—something heated, almost guilty. his eyes roamed, caught on the way your shorts hugged your legs, the loose strands of hair framing your face in the gentle evening breeze, the smudged remnants of your makeup after a long day outdoors. it was nothing special, nothing you hadn’t worn a hundred times before, yet his gaze made you feel exposed, almost vulnerable. you knew that look. it wasn’t just admiration; it was something far more intense, far more complicated.
“you must like me a lot if you think i look good like this,” you teased lightly, finishing the last of your meal before rising to take your bowl away. you expected him to laugh, maybe to throw back a quick retort, but when you glanced down, you saw the unmistakable flush that colored his cheeks, the way his eyes widened in sudden panic. it was an accidental glance, something you hadn’t meant to see—but there it was. the bulge in his sweats was impossible to miss, painfully obvious, and the shade of crimson that darkened his face only confirmed it.
“no way,” you scoffed in amusement, the laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. he moved quickly, bringing his hands up to cover himself in a desperate attempt to hide the evidence, but it was too late. his stammered apology came out in broken fragments, his voice shaking with embarrassment. “i’m so— i’m so sorry—” he didn’t know where to look, how to explain, and the sheer mortification on his face was almost enough to make you feel bad for him. almost.
“move your hands,” you commanded, your voice cutting through his flustered panic with the same authority you always carried. hendery hesitated, but he always did as you asked. slowly, shakily, he let his hands fall away, his eyes darting around to make sure no one else had noticed. but it was just the two of you now, and your laughter echoed softly in the quiet space between you. “you’re joking,” you muttered, half in disbelief, half in amusement. but no, there it was, even more prominent now, standing to attention as if mocking him in his helplessness. you met his gaze again, and his eyes, slick with unshed tears of shame, only made the situation more surreal.
acoffing, you set your bowl down with a sigh before reaching for his hand. you didn’t give him time to react, to protest, as you pulled him out of his seat and away from the others, leading him toward the shadowed cover of the forest. “what are you doing?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, sniffling in confusion. you tugged him along with little regard for his unease. “no one’s looking. come on,” you paused, turning to face him, “don’t cry just yet.”
the forest around you felt silent and still, the distant crackle of the campfire muffled by the heavy, thick air that clung to your skin. you didn’t care about anything else—not the others back at the campsite, not the thin veil of night creeping over the treetops. it was just you and hendery now, and the pounding of his heartbeat that seemed to echo through the night. you pressed him against the rough bark of the tree, the jagged surface biting into his back, and his breath hitched in his throat. his chest rose and fell in uneven, jagged breaths, each one sharper than the last. his eyes were wide, glistening with unshed tears of embarrassment, and he stared at you like a deer caught in headlights, his lips quivering as he struggled to hold back.
you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his face, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his whole body trembling beneath your touch. “didn’t i tell you not to cry?” you asked, your voice rough, almost daring him to break the command. the weight of your words lingered in the air between you both, heavy and suffocating.
his response came in the form of a shaky nod, his hands gripping the tree behind him for stability as he wiped hastily at the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. you watched the movement, your gaze unwavering, hard. but then, as you let your eyes drop lower, to the obvious bulge in his sweats, it was impossible to ignore the way it strained against the fabric, pressing insistently as if begging for attention.
you tilted your head slightly, smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. “what’s all the fuss?” you murmured, your tone shifting, softening like silk draping over his skin. the change in your voice had an immediate effect on him. you watched as his dick twitched visibly through his sweats, a reaction he couldn’t hide if he tried. a choked sound escaped his lips, something between a gasp and a whimper, and his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. the embarrassment in his eyes was replaced with something else now—something more primal, more desperate.
“are you really that desperate?” you asked, leaning in closer until your breath was ghosting over his ear, your voice dripping with amusement. “are you that big of a pervert, baby?” your hand dropped lower, nails lightly grazing over the length of his clothed shaft. even through the layers of fabric, you could feel it—the way it pulsed, hard and warm, straining against the confines of his sweats as if begging for more. the touch was light, teasing, but it was enough to make him tremble, his knees buckling slightly as he leaned further back against the tree for support.
his mouth fell open as a whimper finally escaped, his head tilting back against the rough bark. “i’m sorry,” he whimpered, his voice broken and small, almost pleading. “i’m so sorry.” you scoffed, unimpressed by his pitiful apology, and in one swift motion, your touch went from teasing to something far harsher. your hand tightened around his bulge, squeezing with just enough force to make him cry out, a loud, needy moan spilling from his lips before he could stop it. his body jerked against the tree, and his breath came out in shallow, desperate gasps.
“you’re sorry?” you mocked, raising an eyebrow as you loosened your grip just slightly. his face twisted in a mixture of shame and pleasure, and you could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled under your control. “show me how sorry you are.” your words cut through the haze of his mind, and before he had time to process them, you were on him again. your hand tightened once more, eliciting another loud, desperate moan from his lips as you pressed your body closer to his. without warning, your lips crashed against his, silencing his moans as your mouths moved together in a frantic, messy kiss.
he kissed back immediately, unable to restrain himself any longer. his lips moved against yours, hungry, desperate, his hands scrambling to find purchase on your body as his mind spiraled out of control. it was all too much—the way your hand gripped him, the way your lips claimed his with such possessive force, the way your body pressed against him, making it impossible to think, impossible to breathe.
every whimper, every moan that slipped from his lips was muffled by your mouth, and you could feel the way his body responded, the way he shuddered under your touch, utterly at your mercy. he kissed you like he was drowning, like you were the only thing keeping him afloat in the suffocating weight of his desire. and you knew, from the way he trembled, from the way he gasped into your mouth, that you had him exactly where you wanted him.
you pulled back from the kiss, leaving him panting, breathless, lips swollen from the frantic mess you’d made of him. his head hung low, hair falling into his eyes as he tried to collect himself, chest heaving with the weight of every desperate breath. his cheeks were stained red, a shade darker than before, and the faint shimmer of tears still clung to his lashes. “look at you,” you whispered, voice low and sharp, like the edge of a blade grazing skin. “what would they think if they saw you like this? if they saw how desperate you are for me?”
your words hit him like a punch, and his whole body tensed against the tree. his eyes shot up to meet yours, wide and panicked, as if the thought of anyone else knowing what was happening between you terrified him more than anything. but there was no escaping it, not now. you could see the conflict in his gaze—the lingering embarrassment colliding headfirst with the raw, unfiltered lust that was consuming him whole. “i—” his voice broke, small and weak, as he struggled to find the words, shaking his head helplessly. “i can’t help it,” he breathed, the confession falling from his lips like a prayer. “i’m desperate for you.”
his answer hung in the air, heavy and thick with tension, and you could see the shame in his eyes, the way he was utterly, hopelessly whipped for you. it was almost pathetic—the way he looked at you, wide-eyed and trembling, like he’d give anything just to feel you again, just to hear you speak his name. “desperate,” you repeated, tasting the word on your tongue, savoring it as you leaned closer, your lips ghosting over his ear. “is that what you are, baby? desperate?”
his breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping his throat as he pressed himself harder against the tree, as if trying to disappear into the bark, trying to hide from the humiliation that was burning him from the inside out. but he couldn’t hide—not from you. not when you had him pinned like this, trapped under the weight of your words, completely at your mercy. his eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself together. the humiliation was etched into every line of his face, every breath that passed his lips, and yet the bulge in his sweats only seemed to grow more pronounced, more insistent with every word that spilled from your mouth.
“tell me, baby,” you continued, your voice softening, a cruel sweetness seeping into your tone. “are you ashamed? do you like being this desperate for me?” he swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper as he answered, “i—i can’t stop. i—” he broke off, breath catching in his throat, eyes flicking up to meet yours, pleading. “i just, i need you.”
his confession was raw, dripping with need, and it sent a thrill through you, a rush of power that made your lips curl into a smirk. you let your hand drift lower, fingers brushing lightly over his clothed length, feeling the way he twitched under your touch, the way his breath hitched in his throat. “of course you do,” you murmured, eyes darkening as you tightened your grip, feeling him pulse beneath your fingers. “but you don’t get to have me until i say so.”
a sharp gasp tore from his lips as you squeezed, his body jerking forward instinctively, as if trying to chase the touch, but you pulled back just as quickly, watching as his face twisted in frustration and need. his hands clung to the bark behind him, knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back, of staying still, of not falling apart completely beneath you. “such a sweet boy,” you mocked, the words dripping with sarcasm as your other hand slipped up to his jaw, forcing him to look at you. his eyes were glassy, tears threatening to spill over again, and it only made you smirk wider, relishing the sight of him so undone.
he opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat, and all that came out was a soft, broken moan as your hand drifted lower again, fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of his sweats. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his whole body trembled under your touch, and it made you laugh softly, a dark, amused sound that made him shudder. “you’re already this hard,” you noted, your tone a mixture of disbelief and mockery as you tugged at the waistband, pulling his sweats down just enough to free his length. it sprung up, hard and eager, and the sight of it only made your smirk deepen. “are you really that big of a pervert?”
his face flushed a deeper shade of red, and he bit down on his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. but he couldn’t stop it, not with your hand wrapping around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, your grip tight enough to make him squirm. “i—” his voice broke again, barely a whisper, and he whimpered as your fingers grazed the sensitive tip, teasing him, driving him to the edge without giving him what he so desperately wanted. “please.”
you raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer until your lips brushed against his ear, your voice low and taunting. “please what, baby? tell me what you want.” he shuddered, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, and he tilted his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to find the words, his whole body trembling with the effort. “please,” he whispered again, voice cracking, “i—i need to fuck you.” your smirk widened at his desperation, at the way he was so willing to beg for you, to completely submit to whatever you wanted from him. and you weren’t about to let that go unrewarded.
with one swift movement, you pulled his sweats down further, exposing more of him to the cool night air, and your hand wrapped around him fully, stroking with just enough pressure to make him gasp, his hips bucking instinctively into your touch. his moans were soft at first, barely audible, but as your pace quickened, they grew louder, more desperate, more needy. “you like this, don’t you?” you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement as you watched the way his face twisted in pleasure. “being so completely at my mercy.”
his response was a broken, breathless moan, and his hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, fingers digging into the bark behind him as his body shook with the intensity of it all. you could see the way his tears threatened to spill over again, the way his whole body trembled beneath your touch, and it only fueled the fire inside you, the desire to completely undo him. leaning in, you kissed him again, hard and unrelenting, swallowing his moans as your hand continued to work him, the heat between you growing with every passing second. his lips moved against yours, messy and eager, his desperation seeping into every kiss, every touch, until all that was left was the sound of his broken moans and the sharp, needy gasps that filled the air around you.
you pulled back, letting him pant against you, his eyes blinking open to meet yours, glazed with a mix of passion and despair. “you wanna fuck me? fill my pussy up?” you asked, your voice a low purr that sent a shiver down his spine. he nodded frantically, his breaths coming in short, stuttering bursts as he choked out a single word. “yes, please, fuck.”
you stepped back, your hand sliding away from his cock, leaving him standing there, exposed and desperate. your eyes raked over him, taking in the sight of his shaking legs, his flushed skin, the way he was barely holding himself together. “not yet,” you murmured, the smirk never leaving your lips as you turned away, heading back towards the tents. he stumbled after you, sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes never leaving your retreating form.
you reached your tent, the one you’d so confidently claimed earlier, and without looking back, you slipped inside. you could hear his footsteps hastening, the sound of him tripping over a root, his gasp of pain muffled by the thick carpet of leaves beneath his feet. you didn’t bother with the zipper, letting the flap fall open behind you as you moved deeper into the tent, his eyes following you like a starving man watching food being dangled just out of reach.
his eyes never left yours as he stumbled in after you, his movements clumsy with desire. you let your shirt fall to the ground, revealing your lacy bra, your breasts heaving with every breath you took. his gaze dropped to your chest, his mouth watering at the sight, and you could see the way his cock twitched in response. “you sure you want it?” you taunted, cupping your breasts, your thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. his eyes snapped back to yours, a silent plea, and you laughed, the sound echoing through the tent.
you stepped closer, your hand reaching out to trace the line of his jaw before sliding down to grip his neck, your thumb resting against his pulse point. it was racing, a frantic drumbeat that matched the thundering in your own chest. “you can have it,” you whispered, leaning in until your breath mingled with his, “but only if you can handle it. can you handle me, baby?” your voice was a challenge, a promise wrapped in a warning, and he nodded, his eyes wide with need.
your hand slid down to the base of his throat, your grip tightening as you pushed him back onto the makeshift bed, the sleeping bag rustling beneath him. he lay there, panting, his cock standing tall and proud, begging for attention. but you weren’t done playing yet. with a wicked smile, you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips, your pussy hovering just above his dick. the warmth of him radiated through the fabric of your shorts, making you wet, making you ache for more. you leaned in, pressing your chest against his, the feel of his heart hammering against yours as you whispered into his ear, “are you sure you can handle this?”
his only response was a desperate nod, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound dark and thrilling. you reached behind you, unbuttoning your shorts with a flick of your thumbs before sliding them down, your ass cheeks exposed to the cool night air. his eyes followed the movement, his pupils dilating with want, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted. “just like that,” you murmured, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “now, let’s see if you can be quiet for me, okay?”
you ground down onto him, the fabric of your panties rubbing against his cock, the friction setting your nerves alight. he groaned, his hands coming up to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. but you slapped them away, a smirk playing on your lips. “no touching, unless i say so,” you warned, the words a hiss that sent a shiver down his spine. his eyes searched yours, desperate for understanding, for reassurance, but all he found was the same cold, hard stare.
his breath hitched as you reached back, sliding your panties to the side, and you could feel his cock, hot and insistent, pressing against your wetness. you took a deep breath, savoring the moment before you sank down onto him, the head of his dick parting your folds, filling you inch by delicious inch. his eyes rolled back in his head, a deep, guttural moan ripping from his throat as you took him fully, your pussy tightening around him like a vice.
the tent was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him, the harshness of your breath as you rode him, his muffled moans as you dictated the pace. it was intoxicating, the power you had over him, the way he was so desperate for you, so completely and utterly lost in your control. your hips rocked back and forth, grinding down onto him, each movement bringing you closer to the edge, your eyes never leaving his. but it took a turn, one that you could clearly see in his eyes. his expression darkened at the sensation of your cunt clenching against his slick cock, and you could feel your ego dissipate as he grabbed onto your hips. his hands were rough and stronger than anticipated as he pinned you down, his dick never daring to slide put of you.
his thrusts grew more demanding, less submissive, and a thrill shot through your body at the sudden shift. his eyes bore into yours, a silent challenge, and you felt something within you unravel, something that hadn't been touched by anyone else. your breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts, your nipples tight and sensitive against the fabric of your bra. you could feel the beginnings of your climax, the tension coiling in your belly, but he was relentless, driving into you like he was trying to claim a piece of you that you hadn't known was yours to give.
his teeth grazed your earlobe, his breath hot and needy as he whispered, “this pussy’s all mine.” the words sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you weren’t the one in charge anymore. you were just another person, a body that was his to use, his to claim. your pussy clenched around him as he fucked you harder, the sound of your slapping flesh echoing in the tent. you threw your head back, moaning loudly, and the vibration of the sound only seemed to spur him on, his grip tightening, his thrusts growing deeper.
his eyes searched yours, looking for approval, for a sign that this was what you wanted, and you met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between you. your hand reached back, grasping his neck, pulling him closer until your mouths met again in a kiss that was anything but gentle. your teeth clashed, your tongues battling for dominance as you both gave into the carnality of the moment. his fingers dug into your skin, leaving bruises that would last a long while. “some power you have over me,” he mocked, pausing to pull out before slamming back in with a growl. “what power? so bold while i’m splitting you in half.”
you threw your head back, a gasp escaping your throat as he hit just the right spot, the one that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. “keep going,” you managed to murmur, your voice strained with pleasure. “don’t stop, hendery. please don’t stop.” and he didn’t. he kept fucking you, hard and fast, his grip on your hips unyielding, his rhythm punishing. you could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy gripping him tighter with every thrust, and it was delicious, it was maddening, it was everything you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.
his hand slid up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over the nipple through the fabric of your bra. the sensation was electric, shooting straight to your core, making you arch your back and push down onto him even harder. “you like that?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. “you like when i use you?” you nodded, unable to form coherent words, and he chuckled, the sound dark and triumphant. he pulled the cup of your bra down, exposing your nipple to the cool air, and took it into his mouth, sucking and biting until you were writhing beneath him, your cries growing louder and more desperate.
his other hand slid down to your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you bucking your hips up to meet his touch. the pleasure was almost too much to bear, pressure building within you that threatened to consume you whole. “cum for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice a command that resonated through your body. “let me hear you fall apart, fuck.” and you did. with a loud, guttural cry that seemed to shake the very earth beneath you, you came, your pussy spasming around his cock, your body shaking with the intensity of it all.
he didn’t stop, though, his movements growing even more erratic as he chased his own release. you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened and his breath grew ragged. and then, with one final, brutal thrust, he came, his cum filling you up, the warmth of it spreading through your core. your eyes locked onto his, the intimacy of the moment so intense it was almost painful. for a few seconds, you just laid there, panting, your hearts beating as one, the world outside the tent forgotten. however, it wasn’t.
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a/n: this was lowkey rushed but it’s 2 am i’m so sorry
Vampire Hendery
Hendery x reader
Warning: none, but it’s a little suggestive
Genre: idek anymore what is this?
Word count: 268
Summary: You joked about it, but Hendery wasn't lying when he said he was a vampire.
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You laughed at the words that came out of his mouth. "Yeah, if you're a vampire, then I'm werewolf" you joked and he laughed.
"No, I'm serious. I am a vampire. Why do you think I've never agreed to go out with you during the day?" He reason and you paused. He had a point. You've never seen him during the day.
"Wait, seriously? Oh god, I-I don't think I can deal with this," you panicked. His smile fell and his eyes turned a bright red, jaw clenching as he took small and slow steps towards you.
"I don’t remember asking you. You don’t have a choice anymore, sweetheart," his voice low, he continued approaching you, while you stepped back.
To your dismay, your back soon hit the wall, meaning that you were trapped. Hendery was in a matter of seconds in front you trapping you between his body and the wall.
"You can’t run away from me now. You're powerless, so whether you agree to stay with me or not, it doesn’t matter. You're mine." He said and leaned in closer. His lips hovered right above yours.
"There’s no escape" he whispered and connected his lips to yours. As soon as you let your guard down and tried to kiss him back, he disconnected his lips from yours.
His fangs started appearing and he moved towards your neck. "Just a tiny little bite, baby. Things will be better soon."
He bit into your neck and started sucking. The last thing you heard before you lost your consciousness was the small moan of satisfaction that left his lips.
Life is full of surprises
Johnny x reader, Johnny x Ten, Hendery x reader
Genre: Fluff, to angst, to fluff again
Warnings: None
Word count: 4.2k (4247 words)
Summary: Dating Johnny was literally a dream come true, but what happens when he realises that he realises that he has feelings for someone else? And what if you started having feelings for someone else, too?
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Dating Johnny is such a blessing. Being loved by Johnny is an even bigger blessing. You always considered yourself too lucky to find such person. There were days when you doubted whether you actually deserve him or not.
Johnny is really fun to be around, he understands you, he pays you attention, but doesn’t pressure you. Every day you got to spend with him was amazing. Even with the small disagreements or arguments here and there. You wouldn’t trade him for the world.
You also understood Johnny very well. You could tell if something was wrong by just taking a look at him. So this is how you realized something was really wrong, even after Johnny denied it.
At first, it didn’t seem to be something too serious and Johnny told you he was just a little stressed because of his job. So you excused his bad mood and tried to cheer him up a little.
You knew that Johnny had a really busy schedule, so you never asked to see him, you knew that he had limited free time. You still sent him ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ texts along with some other comforting words. He always asked about how your day was too. But you could barely meet once a week.
You knew something was seriously wrong when Johnny seemed to never be in a good mood, even after having a whole week to see you. You started to get worried about so many things. You were sure Johnny loved you, so what happened to make him act so distant? Did you pressure him with your daily texts? Did he consider meeting once a week a responsibility?
Every time you asked him, he swore he was just tired and that there was nothing wrong with your behavior. He tried to appear more cheery but you knew Johnny too well and you knew the smiles were fake.
One of the most concerning things was that even when you met, Johnny didn’t kiss you except the ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ kisses. At first you thought the problem was your appearance, but since you always met at your house, you were just wearing you pajamas, wanting to be comfortable.
You started wearing casual clothes, nothing special, but you would look good enough for a walk in the park for example. Yet, Johnny didn’t even notice the difference, since his behavior was still the same.
As if you weren’t stressed about it before, the weekly meetings became biweekly, every other Friday night to be exact. You were considered lucky if you got more than a hug from Johnny in a day. You decided it was time to speak up about it and ask Johnny what his real problem was.
Coincidentally, it was the same day he decided to talk to you about it. But, the problem was something you never expected to happen.
A “We need to talk,” has never hurt you this much in the past.
“First of all, I want to remind you that I love you and this won’t ever change. I love you even if I didn’t show it much. I’m sorry for treating you like that. It’s honestly stressed me even more when I realized. I didn’t mean to change the way I act around you, but there’s something that stops me from acting the way an actual boyfriend should act.” He made a large pause, but that didn’t prepare you for his next words.
“I love you, but I’m not in love with you. What I mean is, I don’t have romantic feelings for you. I love you, but it has faded into a platonic way. But that’s not even the problem, I know that after a certain stage, a relationship isn’t only lovey dovey, it’s about understanding the other person and being able to communicate well. It’s about respecting the other and about being able to live with them. And I felt like we reached this stage and I was fine with that. But, I realized that I started having romantic feelings for another person.” You were sure he could hear your heart breaking. He has now holding your hands in between his, squeezing them tightly.
“And as if it couldn’t get worse, this person is a person we both know and a person I get to see a lot because of work,” he said and you flinched. You tried to free your hands and move away from him, but he didn’t let you. Not before he whispered the name of the person that now had his heart.
“It’s Ten.” And you felt the tears finally spilling from your eyes. Johnny couldn’t look at you after admitting all this. He just stared at his hands that previously held yours.
After a few minutes of silence, you spoke up, even if your voice was shaky. “A-are you two dating?” you managed to ask and he shook his head ‘no’.
“No, I wouldn’t do that while still dating you. I needed to talk to you first.” He softly said and you nodded.
“Are you gonna date now?” you asked, knowing that you wouldn’t get the answer you wanted.
“If he wants to, then yes.” he admitted and you again nodded not being able to say anything.
Johnny suddenly got up and brought you a few tissues and a glass of water. He wiped your tears and waited for you to drink your water.
“I’m gonna give you some time to decide whether you want to see me again or not. But, I would really like it if you were still a part of my life, because as I said, I love you very much and don’t want to lose you.” He said and got up.
“I am going for a walk and to bring you something nice to eat. I’ll be back soon, but you will have the time you usually need to relax. If you don’t want to see me again, then immediately tell me and I’ll leave the food at your door, go home and never bother you again.” He carefully said and put on his shoes, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You wanted Johnny to be happy. And if being with Ten made him happy then you wished nothing more. But you weren’t sure if you could bear the sight of the two together. But you loved Johnny too much and not having him in your life would hurt you more than seeing him happy with another person.
When Johnny came back with a bag full of your favorite foods and candies, you greeted him with a small smile and let him in, a sign that made Johnny grin at you. You both sat on the couch and Johnny took your hands in his again.
“So what did you decide?” he carefully asked.
“Not having you in my life will hurt more than seeing you happy with another person. I’m not greedy. I love you and want what’s best for you, so if you feel like you’ll be happy with Ten, then I will not stop you.” You said and Johnny engulfed you in a big hug.
“Thank you so much, I promise I’ll never let you down again and I’ll always be here to support you and to love you.” He said and you shed a few more tears, but wiped them quickly.
“I want to be happy for you, so please, if it all goes well and ten agrees, I want to see you two a lot and get used to the idea of you dating. Of course, if Ten is comfortable with this too.” You said and he nodded. “Anything for you, (y/n).”
Ten was shocked after Johnny’s confession, but he admitted he had feelings for him for a long time too and the pair started dating.
It wasn’t long before Johnny decided it was time to grand your wishes and asked you to come pick them up after practice so the three of you could go somewhere nice to eat.
It seemed to be the worst decision you ever made, because as soon as you stepped foot in the room you felt 23 pairs of eyes turn to you, all but 2 pairs, were filled with pity. Johnny ran to hug you and to spin you around.
“Hi, I missed you” he said and put you down and you could feel everyone stare at the two of you.
“I missed you too” you replied and turn to look behind him, where Ten was approaching with small and careful steps. You must have managed to smile a convincing smile when you met his eyes, because his seemed to widen.
“Hi Ten, how have you been?” You asked kindly.
“I’m good, how about you?” He softly asked.
“I’ve been doing well too. Well, trying, but I think it’s going well.” You joked, but you could feel that your attempt to lighten up the mood and joke about the subject wasn’t exactly appreciated by the rest of the members.
Taeyong broke the long silence by saying that practice was over and the members could go back to their other activities. That was your cue to quickly exit the room, the couple following you all the way to the restaurant without speaking up at all, except from when they had to order.
“I would appreciate it if you told the members to stop looking at me with pity in their eyes. It can get a little annoying, you know.” You said and Ten chocked at your words, but Johnny seemed to not be phased by it.
“They will get used to it the more time you spend with us. I’m sorry, but I’m sure they will soon stop.” Johnny apologized and filled your glass with water.
The next few times you picked the guys up were also filled with awkwardness and it was understandable, but as time passed it got fixed. The boys tried to not stare at you, or to start a conversation on a random topic to avoid awkwardness. They seemed as if they were slowly getting used to you being around and didn’t focus on the situation with Johnny.
You greeted everyone with a kind smile, told them to not overwork themselves and to take care of themselves and they told you the same thing back with an equal amount of kindness. What you missed was the eye roll coming from Xiaojun, right after you left the WayV practice room with Ten. The others looked at him confused and he sighed.
“It’s not that I don’t like her or something, but all this seems too much of an act. She just can’t accept the fact that she loved someone and they didn’t love her back. Personally, I wouldn’t stay around the person that didn’t love me in order to ‘get over’ them or whatever she says. She is dumb for staying around and accepting being treated like that.” He reasoned, but no one spoke up afterwards, not knowing whether they agree with him or not.
It hadn’t been long before Ten and you started meeting without Johnny, an idea Johnny proposed, but never forced you to actually do. Ten asked you to come after practice and to go together at the WayV dorms to hang out.
You walked in and was immediately greeted by a puppy running to you and barking. Ten picked it up and the puppy leaned closer to smell you. “This is Bella, Bella say hi to (y/n). She’s my friend, say hi” Ten rocked Bella and moved a little closer. You let Bella lick your hand and she started wiggling her tail. “Oh, I just remembered! I brought some treats with me!” You said and opened your bag bringing out the dog treats. Ten put Bella down and you crouched to be closer to her level.
You asked her to sit and at first she didn’t listen, not accepting orders from strangers, but then Ten said it at the same time with you and she did. You gave her a small treat and petted her, a small ‘good girl, Bella’ coming from your lips, making her wiggle her tail even more and bark excitedly. From the corner of your eye you noticed a figure moving, Xiaojun coming out a room with Bella’s leash in his hands.
Ten asked her to give him her paw and she did and he gave her another treat. You did a small clap for Bella, which earned a chuckle by Xiaojun.
“I’m taking Bella for a walk, we will be back later.” He said and put the leash on an excited Bella, who barked recognizing the word ‘walk’.
Lucas walked out of a room putting on his jacket. He let out a small ‘what’s up’, which a nod towards you and you did a small wave. Soon, the two of them were out the door leaving you and Ten in the living room.
The conversation seemed to run smoothly, there were a few awkward silences here and there, but it was nothing compared to the first few times you went out with them. Somehow the topic changed to Johnny and it seemed as if Ten got a little bit too comfortable, because he started talking about their dates.
You thought that by talking freely about their relationship would finally help you and that could finally feel happy for them. Ten realized that you didn’t try to change the topic and took it as a sign to talk more freely.
The weight in your heart started getting bigger, but you didn’t blame Ten for anything. He did exactly what you wanted him to do. He talked exactly about the things you wanted him to talk. The more he talked about Johnny the bigger the lump in your throat was getting.
But he was so excited that he could finally talk freely about Johnny that he failed to realize that your face fell the more he talked. When he realized that he had reached too far, it was too late, because he was interrupted by a sob. You couldn’t control it anymore. You put your hand over your mouth and tried to stop, but you couldn’t anymore. All this time, you never allowed yourself to cry about it, wanting to be happy for Johnny. The pressure of all this time came crushing and the tears couldn’t stop spilling from your eyes.
At first Ten didn’t know what to do and just stared at you, but then he quickly engulfed you in a hug. You buried your face in his chest and continued crying. He pulled you close, petting your head and whispering small ‘it will soon be okay’ and ‘let it all out’s.
Your tears were wetting through his shirt, but Ten didn’t care. He rocked you from side to side, until your sobs started getting quieter and quieter. When you finally stopped crying, you slowly moved away and before you could even react Ten’s hands came up to your face, wiping away your tears.
He gave you a comforting smile and offered to bring you some tissues and some water. You nodded, not trusting your voice and leaned back on the couch, letting your eyes close. Ten came back and you whispered a small ‘thanks’ drinking the water.
“I’m sorry for your shirt” you pointed at the wet point on his shirt and he laughed and waved you off. “It doesn’t matter. Do you feel better?” he asked and you nodded. “I’m sorry for being a little too comfortable. I thought you were okay with talking about it, since you didn’t try to change the subject or anything.” He said and it was your time to wave him off. “Don’t worry about it. I wanted you to talk about it and I think that I’m better now, so please try to talk about it again.” You said and Ten nodded.
“Go change your shirt,” you laughed after a small silence and he laughed too. “Okay, I’ll be back in 2 seconds.” He said and run off towards a room. As if on cue, another door opened and Hendery and Yangyang came out. You felt your face getting red, since they probably heard you crying and it was obvious, because of your red eyes.
The boys were holding their two cats and moved towards their bowls, as it was probably time to feed them, but stopped when they saw you. “Do you like cats?” Yangyang asked carefully and you nodded. “Would you like to see them?” He asked again and you nodded.
The boys moved towards you on the couch and sat on each side of you with the cats in their arms. Leon, the cat Hendery was holding, was the first one to move towards you, while Louis at first avoided you.
“Don’t worry about Louis, he just doesn’t trust people easily. But he will like you, Louis only likes good people.” Yangyang jokingly said, earning a chuckle from you and Hendery.
“If Louis doesn’t like me, I’ll cry even harder.” You again tried to joke, but Yangyang gave you a playful stern look, while Hendery let out an awkward laugh. Leon jumped down from your arms and moved towards his bowls, a signal that it was finally his time to eat and that he would start meowing if he didn’t soon get his food.
Ten walked out of his room and saw Leon meowing at the bowl, so he went to get the cat food, a hungry Louis jumping off Yangyang’s lap after hearing Ten open the cabinet. Yangyang followed Louis, leaving you and Hendery alone on the couch. There was an awkward silence after that.
“I’m sorry to ask but, were you crying?” he said softly and you looked away. “Well, yes, but I’m better now.” He nodded. “We didn’t hear you, but your eyes are a little red and swollen. This is how I realized. Oh, your nose too. You’re like… Rudolf! Or, like when it’s winter and you go out and it’s too cold, so your nose becomes red. But the cute way though, you don’t look bad, you look beautiful.” Hendery rambled and you both blushed at his sudden compliment.
“I-I’m sorry. I-I will go with Yangyang now. Have fun with Ten and… I hope you don’t cry anymore.” He awkwardly said and left and you internally laughed at his behavior.
Ten came back, as Hendery practically ran out of the room. He chuckled at his friend’s weird behavior and sat down next to you, putting on a random movie to watch.
After the incident at the WayV dorm it was obvious to everyone that you had gone through a change. You started feeling better, you have talked about Johnny with Ten a few more times and Ten made a bold move to talk about kissing Johnny. That’s when you realized you didn’t mind anymore. You spoke so calmly, joked with Ten about it and laughed when he started blushing.
You could proudly say you were finally over Johnny. Your feelings weren’t toxic anymore. You were finally happy for the couple. Finally happy that Johnny found his happiness in his friend Ten and happy that Ten appreciated Johnny and treated him well.
Now, whenever you hung out with them, you genuinely had fun. You grew so close to Ten, you could practically call him your best friend. After letting him see you in such vulnerable position, you allowed yourself to trust him and open up to him more. He trusted you too, knowing you tried hard to become the person you were today and appreciated you.
In addition, you learned a few interesting stuff about the members, especially the WayV members, among them, you learned about Hendery’s fondness of you.
At first you thought you were just overreacting and his kind comments and slightly touchy behavior was just a sign of friendliness. You had spent many afternoons at the WayV dorm and have been around everyone, so you thought it was just his style of showing that he is warming up around you, just like how Xiaojun started trying to make a conversation with you, as a way to apologise for the way he used to treat you.
But, Ten’s teasing comments whenever he saw you and Hendery act a little more than friendly, made you consider the possibility of Hendery having a crush on you.
One day, you and Hendery were laughing a little too hard at something Hendery said and he made some teasing comment again, being his usual self.
At the moment you didn’t actually pay attention to Ten’s comment, too busy laughing with Hendery, pushing his shoulder as he pushed your legs, before resting his head on your lap, small giggles escaping his lips, as he tried to calm himself down and your hand reached his hair, softly playing with it, your giggles and heavy breathing matching his.
“I guess you’re too busy flirting to pay me any attention, so I’m taking Louis away until you decide to remember our existence.” Ten said again and took Louis from beside you, leaving you and Hendery a blushing mess.
None of you tried to correct Ten and you just looked awkwardly at each other. “Don’t pay him too much attention, you know how much of a tease he is,” you said trying to save the both of you from the embarrassing situation and Hendery just let out a quiet ‘yeah’, before looking away. The situation made you wanna cringe so hard, but you tried changing the topic.
“Ten is probably so done with us having fun without him, so how about we go for a walk and then come back to give him the attention he wants?” You joked and Hendery let out a chuckle. “He is jealous because you don’t laugh at his jokes.” He shook his head and got up sticking his hand out for you. “Get up let’s go for that walk.” He said and you took his hand in yours getting up.
It was surprisingly cold outside and none of you were prepared for it, but it didn’t matter, because you were having so much fun talking with Hendery, that you didn’t pay the cold around you any attention.
However it was obvious that you were cold, because your noses had turned red from the cold. You had sat on a bench with Hendery and you both sat close to each other, trying to warm yourselves up, using each other’s heat.
Hendery was staring at you and you blushed under his gaze. He then looked away, shaking his head, letting out an awkward chuckle. “What?” you asked, confused at his behavior and he shook his head again. “It’s nothing, I just remembered something.” He said. “What is it?” you pressed and he refused to look at you. “It’s dumb.” He said and you pushed his shoulder softly.
“Come on, tell me, you can trust me, I won’t make fun of you or something.” You said and he looked down. “No, that’s not it, it’s dumb, don’t worry about it.” He said and you whined. “Tell me, I’m so curious now.”
“Okay,” he said and looked into your eyes. “I remembered that day you had cried and then I sat with you. Do you remember it?” He asked and you nodded.
“How could I forget that day?” You chuckled, trying to joke, but the serious look in his eyes stopped you.
“Your nose is red again, this time from the cold and it reminded me of that day.” He stopped and took a deep breath.
“You’re so beautiful, even like this. That day, today too and every day in general. You’re so, so beautiful.” He said and you felt your cheeks heat up, as if you weren’t trembling from the cold.
And it was true, you weren’t trembling because of the cold anymore. Hendery was slowly leaning in and you were too. Moments before your lips touched, his warm hand held your cold one, as he laced your fingers together.
You closed the distance between you and suddenly the cold didn’t matter. It was only you and Hendery there. No other people, no kids with scarves and jackets a little too big for them, no parents chasing their kids to take them home, so they don’t catch a cold. Just you and Hendery, your lips softly moving against each other’s.
Your hand held his tightly and he smiled at your cute habit. You tilted your head to the side, deepening the kiss and his tongue asked for permission. You accepted and your tongues came in contact, softly gliding against each other’s. His free hand came up to your cheek, as your hand held his shirt tightly, the excitement from finally kissing Hendery being obvious.
You disconnected your lips and rested your foreheads against each other, smiling like little kids. “It’s a little too cold and as much as I love seeing you become Rudolf, I don’t want you to catch a cold, so let’s go back to the dorm.” He said and you laughed.
“Let’s ditch Ten though, I’m sure he’ll be okay.” You said and he laughed. “Anything you want, princess.” He pecked your lips and laughed at your blushing face, before taking your hand in his and started walking towards the dorms.
Life is full of surprises, some hurt a lot, but others can make you so happy.
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[4:11 p.m.] laying in bed, awoken from a nap, you turned to your side to find kunhang sitting against the bedframe, with a book in his hands. upon noticing movement next to him, he set his book down to glance at you and gently ran one of his hands through your hair. ‘did you sleep well?’ stretching a bit, you nodded and rubbed your eyes. you moved your hands to find him staring down at you, to which you said, ‘stop looking at me like I’m your everything.’ kunhang’s face softened, and a smile appeared on his face. ‘but you are my everything.’
café au lait //w.h.d.
tropes: blind date!au, drummer!hendery x barista!reader (fem.)
synopsis: your friend has been getting on your nerves about getting a boyfriend. but you would rather continue working as a barista, who occasionally gets to admire the drummer that plays with his band on Thursday nights.
word count: 2k YIKES
a/n: I love this trope mix lol, I hope you guys do too! p.s. unedited
"please, just meet the guy, y/n. he's a good person," yangyang began to reason with you, but you simply shake your head, gaze focused on the latte art ordered by a customer moments ago. "that's what you said last time, and do you remember what happened?" yangyang rolls his eyes; you didn't let him forget it. the last time you let yangyang set you up with a date, the guy took you to a bar where shortly after talking, he "went to the bathroom", only to walk to the other end of the room and ended up making out with someone else. that experience left a sour taste in your mouth, and it pushed you away from dating for a while. it was a blessing in disguise because you had more time to dedicate towards your school work and your part-time job, which you absolutely love. you work as a barista in a cafe hidden a few miles away from your college campus, which also happened to be a short walk away from your apartment. but that didn’t stop you from feeling lonely from time to time, and yangyang knew that.
you know yangyang just wants to look out for you, and he's probably sick of hearing you talk his ears off about the drummer from the band that plays at the cafe called 'wavy'. his name is hendery and you try keeping yourself busy with the customers that rush in Thursday nights to hear them play. still, your gaze can't help but follow his movements on stage, passionately headbanging with the music and his charisma radiating into the crowd. he was captivating and you couldn't find a better way to spend your Thursday nights.
"trust me, y/n, this one won't disappoint you. I have known him longer compared to the other guy and he's reliable and loyal." you bite your lip in thought. sure, you’ve had a bad experience once but you need to get your mind off of hendery, because you know you’re not planning on making a move anytime soon. hell, you don’t even think he knows who you are so you may as well give yangyang’s choice another shot. you groan and give yangyang a hesitant nod. “fine, I’ll go out with him, but I promise you, liu yangyang, if this guy is a jerk then I will come after you.” yangyang raises two fists of victory and clicks his tongue. “yes! thanks for trusting me, y/n, I won’t let you down.” later that evening you get a text from yangyang: he’s set up a reservation at some italian place that sounds familiar and has given you a time for 7:00 thursday night. your heart momentarily stops, because you’ll miss the band playing that night. you won’t get to see hendery this week. “let’s hope this stupid date is worth missing his performance,” you mumble to yourself, locking your screen and carrying on with the evening.
the time crept by so fast, you didn’t realize when you were standing in front of your mirror getting ready for the evening you’ve gradually grown to anticipate. you took the evening off and when your coworkers asked why and you told them that you had a blind date, half of them cheered you on and the other half guffawed because they know about your previous experience. still, you didn’t let the anxieties of that event get to you and you knew that if you tried to have fun you’d be giving yourself, yangyang and the guy a fair shot as well. so, here you are now, standing at the door of the restaurant and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you walk into the grandiose restaurant, and approach the front desk. “hello,” you start, “I have a reservation, under the name liu?” the man behind the counter looks down at his screen and he says, “oh, the other member of your party just checked in! let me lead you there, follow me, please!” your hands get clammier by the second but you tail the greeter as he leads you to your awaited date. just then, you feel your phone vibrate and you check and see it’s from a coworker. the text reads: “you lucked out tonight, wavy’s not playing” they’ve never skipped out on a performance before, you wonder. you put your phone in your bag and watch as the greeter comes to a stop. all you can see of your date is the mop of jet black hair, and his back which is facing you.
“here you are, ma’am. enjoy your dinner,” the greeter gives you a smile before leaving you to take a seat. the boy sitting turns around and your heart stops. “hi, I’m hendery.” he stands up and offers you his hand. “hello, I’m Y/N,” you manage to find your voice to say, gently placing your hand in his, in an effort to shake it. instead, hendery surprises you by bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth, placing a fragile peck on it. “it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. here, come sit.” and he lets go of your hand to run over to the other side of the table to pull your chair out for you.
you both are given menus shortly after you exchange some small talk, and as you scan over the pasta options, you look up at hendery. you’ve gotta say, he cleans up really nicely, compared to the usual muscle tees and skinny jeans you’re used to seeing him in. his hair still holds the same middle part you’ve come to adore. then you think you’re being creepy, but you bite the bullet anyway when you say to him, “you play for wavy, right?” his gaze lifts up from the menu and goes straight to your eyes. you can see he’s surprised. “yes, I play the drums… how did you know?” your eyes widen comically and you shake your head, “I swear I’m not a stalker or anything, I just.. I’ve seen you play at the coffee shop I work at.” you’re rambling, and you tell yourself ‘shut up’ like it’s a mantra but hendery just stares back at you, thinking you are nothing short of adorable. “you’re the barista that works the late shifts when we play, then?” you sheepishly nod and he laughs. “I’ve been told by my bandmates that there’s a certain barista that ogles at me, is that you?” at this point, your mouth is hanging wide open and you scoff, “I do not ogle! and for your information, I am not the only barista that works the thursday night shift so it could very much be someone else.” hendery leans back in his chair and watches you, his expression softening. “that’s too bad then.”
over the course of the dinner, you learn that hendery actually went to school for acting, but then discovered his passion for music instead. he has three older sisters, his favorite color is pink, and since he’s moved to the city he has been homesick from time to time. of course, you’ve shared some stuff about yourself to him as well: you tell him that you love your job as a barista (throwing in a few funny and crazy customer stories here and there throughout the evening), you live in the city but drive out to visit your family who lives in a suburb nearby, and you have a favorite spot in a park that not a lot of people know about. “only special people get to see this place,” you tell him before taking a sip of your drink. “I hope I get to be one of those special people,” hendery says with a smile. a wave of courage hits you when you slyly respond, "maybe one day. now, I don't know about you, but I can go for a cup of coffee, so why don't we get out of here?"
hendery doesn't let you pay the bill ("you can get me coffee, y/n, but let me cover the meal") and you two take a short walk over to a nearby coffee shop. you are greeted with the sweet smell of coffee brewing as soon as the two of you step inside, and as much as people think you'd get sick of the smell, you haven't. "hi! what can I get you two today?" the barista greets the two of you, and you order a cafe au lait, while hendery scans the menu. "you know what, I'll have what she's having." after paying her, the barista leans in and whispers, "you two make a really cute couple, I had to let you know!" you bashfully smile and hendery replies to her, "it's our first date, but I think this one's a keeper," and he turns to send you a wink. you playfully nudge his arm and he laughs, leading the two of you to the pick-up counter. once your coffees are ready, you take them and start to embark on the long (but it feels short) walk back to your cars. the two of you chat for a bit, enjoying the weather but mostly relishing in each other's presence. as hendery sips on his coffee, you ask him with your chin in the palm of your hand, "how's the coffee by the way?"
"it's good! it's a cafe.."
"au lait," you finish and he nods. "it's good. I usually stick with an iced-americano because I never know what to expect with all these fancy-named drinks." you laugh, failing to observe the growing smile on hendery's face as he watches your nose scrunch cutely. "you can count on me to teach you coffee 101, as long as you would be willing to teach me how to play the drums," you tell him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. once you see your car in the vicinity, you slow the pace of your steps, and hendery follows your speed. there's a restlessness in the air because the night is almost over and it's apparent that neither of you wants it to end. hendery huffs after a moment of silence and turns to you, eyes boring into your own, and with determination, he asks, "I would like to see you again, y/n if that's okay with you? it's been so long since I've started dating again, and I genuinely enjoyed every minute of tonight. I want to get to know you more, y/n." you blink up at him, and heat creeps up your neck but you bite your lip and nod. "I would like that, hendery. I had a great time tonight as well." hendery lights up and as you unlock your car with one hand, he reaches for the other one. stunned, you turn to him and he pulls you into a warm embrace. his arms wrap around you and it feels nice. you return the action, bringing your arms up around his torso. it feels like it's only been a few seconds, but you get an annoying buzz in your back pocket (who you assume is yangyang) that startles you. you reluctantly let go of hendery, chuckling when you hear a small sound of displeasure from him.
"I've gotta go now, hendery. thank you for an amazing evening," you tell him and you sit in your car, and once you start your car, hendery jolts in his spot and knocks on your window. you roll it down, and he scratches the back of his head, "I forgot to ask for your number." you giggle, and give him the ten digits he's longed for all evening. "I've just sent you a text," he says and starts to walk backward, waving at you. "text me when you get home, y/n!" your heart warms at the gesture. "I will, hendery! drive safe!" you yell out as his silhouette gradually gets smaller. "you too! bye!" moments later, the two of you have gone your separate ways, and as soon as you get home you remind yourself to do two things: 1) text yangyang about the details of the evening (of course, you must not forget to thank him as well) and 2) text hendery that you've made it home safely, with a smile on your face and the rapid beating of your heart.
*16k, yandere themes, bullying, drugs, needles, voyeurism, suffocation, brain damage, abuse, alcohol, drunk behavior, will spell check later
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You burst out laughing. You’ve always heard stories of people being scouted off the streets because of their good looks, but you never thought you’d qualified. You were just waiting for the signal to change so you could cross the street, so when a stranger approached and made that remark, you couldn’t help but laugh. You drew some attention, making your face burn, but you still found the situation hilarious. The stranger was still at your side, awkward and confused.
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𝒌𝒖𝒏; — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩-𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚
you two have done everything together since you two were young
growing up he’d get you anything you wanted
he was always taking you out on every friday night
you two were always together no matter what
he asked you out when you two graduated from high school
𝒕𝒆𝒏; — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚
when you met he knew that you were the one
you two met while at mnet, it was your groups’ debut
he’s always doing things you never asked for
he said ‘i love you’ first
when you two are away from each other, he makes sure to facetime
𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒘𝒊𝒏; — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚
growing up you always thought of him as the ‘cute boy’
you two are always together, he loves spending time with you
he’s always trying to hold your hand
he sings to you whenever your down
he always calls when you're away from each other
𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒔; — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚
he’s a total bad boy compared to you, the quiet innocent girl
he is always telling ppl how you’re way too good for him
he never wants to see you with another guy, except for his friends
he gets jealous out of nowhere, like when you were talking about your brother one day
he can’t live without you in his life when he’s away he facetimes you all of the time
𝒙𝒊𝒂𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒏; — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚
when you two are alone you watch movies
he’ll write songs for you when you’re away from each other
he sings to you almost all the time
he loves hanging out with you, no matter what he’s doing
you two will sometimes sing together when there's nothing to do
𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒚; — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚
your friends have shipped you two together for the longest time
he’s always given you gifts for no reason
he’s always saying things to make you blush
when you guys are alone you two will watch funny videos, etc.
he’s always inviting you out to hang out whenever he’s not busy
𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈; — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚
you two were best friends before getting together
he’s always thought of you as more than friends
he is always hanging with you when he’s not with his friends
he loves spending time with you just playing music and watching movies
he holds your hand every chance he can get
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𝒌𝒖𝒏;
name: qian kun
hometown: fujian, china
birthday: january 1, 1996
age: 23
role: spy, sniper, distraction
code name: kun
code number: 010196
leader: the person who leads or commands a group, organization, or country.
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
sniper: a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.
distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.
criminal record:
gang activity
gang violence
left crime scene
trespassing
grand theft auto
grand theft
breaking & entering
assault & battery
accessory to murder
accessory to theft
𝒕𝒆𝒏;
name: chittaphon leechaipornkul
hometown: bangkok, thailand
birthday: feburary 27, 1996
age: 23
role: spy, lure, sniper, assassin, arsonist, distraction, torture
code name: ten
code number: 022796
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
lure: tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.
sniper: a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.
distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.
torture: the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain.
criminal record:
gang activity
gang violence
grand theft auto
grand theft
breaking & entering
assault & battery
trespassing (government property)
left crime scene
1st & 2nd-degree murder
attempted murder
accessory to murder
aggravated assault
left crime scene
torture
𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒘𝒊𝒏;
name: dong si cheng
hometown: wenzhou, zhejiang, china
birthday: october, 28, 1997
age: 22
role: spy, lure, assassin
code name: winwin
code number: 102897
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
lure: tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
criminal record:
gang activity
gang violence
left crime scene
grand theft auto
grand theft
breaking & entering
assault & battery
1st & 2nd-degree murder
attempted murder
accessory to murder
aggravated assault
𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒔;
name: wong yuk hei
hometown: hong-kong, china
birthday: january 25, 1999
age: 20
role: spy, seducer, arsonist, assassin
code name: lucas
code number: 012599
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.
arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
criminal record:
gang activity
gang violence
left crime scene
grand theft auto
grand theft
breaking & entering
assault & battery
1st & 2nd-degree murder
attempted murder
accessory to murder
aggravated assault
attempted arson
arson
𝒙𝒊𝒂𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒏;
name: xiao de jun
hometown: guangging, china
birthday: auguast 8, 1999
age: 20
role: spy, hacker, assassin
code name: xiao jun
code number: 080899
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
hacker: a person who uses computers to gain unauthorized access to data.
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
criminal record:
gang activity
gang violence
grand theft auto
grand theft
breaking & entering
assault & battery
trespassing (government property)
hacking (government officials)
left crime scene
1st & 2nd-degree murder
accessory to murder
left crime scene
𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒚;
name: wong kun hang
hometown: mcasu, china
birthday: september 28, 1999
age: 19
role: spy, assassin, arsonist
code name: hendery
code number: 092899
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.
criminal record:
gang activity
gang violence
grand theft auto
grand theft
breaking & entering
assault & battery
left crime scene
1st & 2nd-degree murder
attempted murder
accessory to murder
aggravated assault
left crime scene
arson
𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈;
name: lui yang yang
hometown: taiwan
birthday: october 10, 2000
age: 19
role: spy, sniper
code name: yangyang
code number: 101000
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
sniper: a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.
criminal record:
gang activity
gang violence
grand theft auto
grand theft
breaking & entering
assault & battery
left crime scene
1st & 2nd-degree murder
attempted murder
accessory to murder
aggravated assault
left crime scene
torture
𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐯 𝐚𝐮.
「...mafia mob」
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Qɪᴀɴ ᴋᴜɴ;
name: qian kun
hometown: fujian, china
birthday: january 1, 1996
age: 26
role: boss, spy, hacker
code name: kun
code number: 01011996
Boss/Godfather- the person who leads or commands or group or organization.
Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
Hacker- a person who uses computers to gain unauthorized access to data.
ᴄʜɪᴛᴛᴀᴘʜᴏɴ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜᴀɪʏᴀᴘᴏʀɴᴋᴜʟ – ᴛᴇɴ;
name: chittaphon leechaiyapornkul
hometown: bangkok, thailand
birthday: february 27, 1996
age: 26
role: spy, sniper, drug dealer, diver
code name: ten
code number: 02271996
Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
Sniper- a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.
Drug Dealer- a person or business that buys and sells goods.
Driver- a driver who ensure the escape of his accomplices, for example; bank-robbers, from the scene of a crime.
ᴅᴏɴɢ ꜱɪᴄʜᴇɴɢ – ᴡɪɴᴡɪɴ;
name: dong si cheng
hometown: wenzhou, zhejiang, china
birthday: october 28, 1997
age: 25
role: spy, seducer, assassin
code name: winwin
code number: 10281997
Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
Seducer/Distraction- someone that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.
Assassin- a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
ᴡᴏɴɢ ʏᴜᴋʜᴇɪ – ʟᴜᴄᴀꜱ;
name: wong yuk hei
hometown: hong-kong, china
birthday: january 25, 1999
age: 23
role: spy, hitman, lure
code name: lucas
code number: 01251999
Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
Hitman- a person who is paid to kill someone, especially for a criminal or political organization.
Lure- tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.
xɪᴀᴏ ᴅᴇᴊᴜɴ – xɪᴀᴏᴊᴜɴ;
name: xiao de jun
hometown: dongguan, guangdong, china
birthday: august 8. 1999
age: 23
role: spy, arsonist, torture
code name: xiaojun
code number: 08081999
Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
Arsonist- the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.
Torture- the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain.
ʜᴜᴀɴɢ ɢᴜᴀɴʜᴇɴɢ – ʜᴇɴᴅᴇʀʏ;
name: huang guan heng
hometown: macau, china
birthday: september 28, 1999
age: 23
role: spy, weapon specialist
code name: hendery
code number: 09281999
Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
Weapon Specialist- is specifically responsible for maintaining control of any weapon props (including firearms, knives, swords, bows, and staff weapons).
ʟɪᴜ ʏᴀɴɢʏᴀɴɢ;
name: liu yang yang
hometown:
birthday: october 10, 2000
age: 22
role: spy, capture, hooligan
code name: yangyang
code number: 10102000
Spy- a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
Capture- to take into one’s possession or control by force.
Hooligan- a violent young trouble maker, typically one of a gang.
𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐯 𝐚𝐮.
「...vampire clan」
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‣ summary... wayv as vampire clan
↺ genre... fluff, vampire au
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♔ Qɪᴀɴ ᴋᴜɴ;
name: qian kun
hometown: fujian, china
human birthday: january 1, 1996
vampire birthday: october 12, 2018
age when turned: 22
human eye colour: brown
vampire eye colour: gold
food choice: animal blood
powers: compassion
abilities: elemental manipulation
how he turned: bitten by ten
warnings: i wouldn’t get on his bad side.
elemental manipulation: allows them to physically manipulate the four elements of nature with his will: fire, water, air, and earth. this power is channeled through his mind and hands.
♔ ᴄʜɪᴛᴛᴀᴘʜᴏɴ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜᴀɪʏᴀᴘᴏʀɴᴋᴜʟ – ᴛᴇɴ;
name: cittaphon leechaiyapornkul
hometown: bangkok, thailand
human birthday: february 27, 1996
vampire birthday: april 9, 2016
age when turned: 20
human eye colour: brown
vampire eye colour: red
food choice: human blood
powers: speed, strength, beauty
abilities: enhanced self-preservation
how he turned: spelled by a witch
warnings: he’ll track you down if he has to.
enhanced self-preservation: the instinctive need to keep alive. it allows realization when to evade danger as well as if the place she ran to was safe or not.
♔ ᴅᴏɴɢ ꜱɪᴄʜᴇɴɢ – ᴡɪɴᴡɪɴ;
name: dong si cheng
hometown: wenzhou, zhejiang, china
human birthday: october 28, 1997
vampire birthday: july 7, 2016
age when turned: 18
human eye colour: brown
vampire eye colour: gold
food choice: human blood
powers: speed
abilities: shield penetration
how he turned: bitten by ten
warnings: i wouldn’t wanna be a shield around him.
shield penetration: can destroy or penetrate a mental shield.
♔ ᴡᴏɴɢ ʏᴜᴋʜᴇɪ – ʟᴜᴄᴀꜱ;
name: wong yukhei
hometown: hong kong, china
human birthday: january 25, 1999
vampire birthday: march 14, 2018
age when turned: 19
human eye colour: brown
vampire eye colour: gold
food choice: human blood
powers: speed, strength
abilities: pathokinesis
how he turned: bitten by ten
warnings: just dont get near him.
pathokinesis: can feel the emotions of those around them as well as manipulate them according to his content. this gift is no illusion, mental shield’s would not protect against it. the likely consciously controls the manipulative aspect of the ability.
♔ xɪᴀᴏ ᴅᴇᴊᴜɴ – xɪᴀᴏᴊᴜɴ;
name: xiao dejun
hometown: guangdong, china
human birthday: august 8, 1999
vampire birthday: january 2019
age when turned: 19
human eye colour: brown
vampire eye colour: gold
food choice: human blood
powers: speed
abilities: mental shield
how he turned: bitten by ten
warnings: he can shield just about anything.
mental shield: the shield is so strong that it has been working without them knowing. it protects them from "psychic attacks" that affect the mind.
♔ ᴡᴏɴɢ ᴋᴜɴʜᴀɴɢ – ʜᴇɴᴅᴇʀʏ;
name: wong kun hang
hometown: macau, china
human birthday: september 28, 1999
vampire birthday: january 2019
age when turned: 19
human eye colour: brown
vampire eye colour: gold
food choice: human blood
powers: speed, strength
abilities: psychic electrokinesis
how he turned: bitten by ten
warnings: dont let him near you when hes mad.
psychic electrokinesis: can cover their body with an electrical current. upon physical contact while their gift is in use, depending on the power they put into it, the person can feel as little as static shock or great enough to cause their knees to buckle and have them on their backs.
♔ ʟɪᴜ ʏᴀɴɢʏᴀɴɢ;
name: liu yang yang
hometown: taiwan
human birthday: october 10, 2000
vampire birthday: january 2019
age when turned: 18
human eye colour: brown
vampire eye colour: gold
food choice: animal blood
powers: compassion, speed
abilities: lie detection
how he turned: bitten by ten
warnings: dont ever lie to him.
lie detection: can sense if they are being lied to, can also tell if someone is lying by movement or facial expression.
𝑵𝑪𝑻 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 👶🏻🖤
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