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dj! on air - chapter ten
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a/n: hi darlings!! next week ill be going in a cross country road trip with my bf so updates may be sporadic! trying to plan in advance for this but my parents were like “omg vicky graduates college next summer and may not be home so we need to capitalize on this summer!!” i love my family, so this is a-ok, but ive been busy hanging out with my mom :3
also chapter thirteen (i believe) is written and although my brain knows exactly whats gonna happen, i have to actually sit down and write it lolll. therefore, chapter thirteen might not be posted until july… but i love you all!! wear sunscreen and drink plenty of water this hot summer!!
Everything is Fine - Hendery x Reader ONESHOT
Pairing: Hendery x Reader
Word Count: 7,694
Warnings: thriller, being held against your will(?), obsessive behavior
Summary: 🎃 Halloween Special 🎃 Y/n attends a Halloween party with her friends, but what starts as a normal night starts to feel...off. But luckily the party's host is there to keep her company, right?
A/N: Was I inspired by Hendery's goofy ass Halloween costume from 2021...no did I add it into the plot anyways...yes this is not the first Hendery fic I've written, but it IS the first I've posted. I had this idea for a while now, just chilling in my head, and I thought it would be perfect to write for a Halloween special, cause slay! I hope you enjoy this one, as I enjoyed writing it 💚
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The music pulsed through the crowded house, a deep bassline that vibrated in Y/n’s chest as she stood near the entrance, scanning the room. People were laughing, their costumes a wild mix of horror and humor, faces painted with skulls, fake blood, and cheap masks. She hadn’t really wanted to come, but her friend had insisted, dragging her along to the supposed biggest Halloween party of the year at some random University dudes house.
Y/n adjusted the sleeves of her costume, feeling a bit out of place but determined to enjoy the night. She clutched her cup, already half-empty with some brightly colored concoction she didn’t recognize. It was strong, judging by the slight buzz that tingled at the edges of her mind.
It wasn't that Y/n wasn’t a party person, she actually enjoyed parties every now and then. But today was just an off day for her.
Her friend had already disappeared into the crowd, leaving Y/n to fend for herself. She wasn’t sure what to do next, join the throng on the makeshift dance floor, or maybe find a corner and people-watch. The place was nice, though. Too nice, really. The grand entryway and the wide, high-ceilinged rooms made her feel like she had stepped into a mansion. It seemed way too luxurious for just a Halloween party.
But, everything was fine.
She took a sip from her cup, trying to focus on the laughter around her, the clinking of glasses, and the chatter of the partygoers. No need to be so tense, she told herself. This was supposed to be fun.
Her eyes drifted to the far end of the room, where a figure stood motionless against the wall, dressed in a fully black, head-to-toe bodysuit. White details were cut out in the shape of a face. Hollow, exaggerated features that made it impossible to tell where his eyes were, or if he was even looking at her. The stark contrast of the white against the black made him stand out, but the whole costume had this funny, slightly absurd edge to it. Looking down the persons hand, they were holding a prop wrench.
She couldn’t tell what they were supposed to be. Maybe some abstract ghost? A shadow something-or-other? The costume was strange, but in the middle of a Halloween party full of zombies and witches, it wasn’t the strangest thing. And for some reason, it made her smile.
She wasn’t sure if they were watching her, or just looking out at the crowd in general. It was unnerving not being able to see their eyes. But the stillness in their posture and the odd costume made them feel almost harmless in a weird way. She chuckled to herself, wondering what their deal was.
"Hey," someone suddenly called from her left, interrupting her thoughts. Her friend waved from across the room, holding up another drink. “You having fun yet?”
Y/n nodded, though she wasn’t so sure. "Yeah, it’s...good."
Her friend just nodded, her donkey ears shaking as she did, before disappearing into the crowd again.
Y/n couldn’t quite remember when she had signed up for a Shrek-themed group costume with her friends, but at that moment, it hardly mattered. She stood there in a green dress with gold accents, along with a cute tiara, a striking nod to Princess Fiona, and embraced the whimsical absurdity of it all.
And yet, as she looked around, something felt...just a little bit off. Not enough to notice right away, but there was a tension in the air, a subtle shift, like a wrong note in a song. She shook it off, blaming it on the alcohol.
It was just a Halloween party, after all. Everything was fine.
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Another hour passed, and with it, another few drinks. Y/n felt lighter now, her head pleasantly fuzzy as the alcohol took hold. The nerves that had tightened her shoulders earlier had loosened, and she found herself swaying to the music, even though the beat wasn’t steady. Was it always this off-key? It didn’t matter. Everything felt a little blurry, like the edges of the room had softened.
Her thoughts wandered as she moved, the rhythm of the crowd pulling her in, and for a while, she forgot about the oddness that had nagged at her earlier. The drinks helped with that. She smiled as her friend passed by, throwing an arm around her shoulder for a moment before disappearing again into the crowd of people.
It was fine. Everything was fine.
Yet, there was still this slight undercurrent of wrongness that tugged at her every now and then. The laughter around her seemed a little too loud at times, and the way the people moved, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was...not right. The way their bodies swayed or turned, it almost felt like they were moving in fast-forward for a second, then slowing down again. Or maybe it was just her imagination.
Blame it on the drinks, she told herself, letting out a breath.
She glanced back toward the far end of the room, expecting to see that strange guy in the black bodysuit still standing there. But this time, they weren’t. She blinked, scanning the area. Where had they gone? She wasn’t sure why she felt relieved, and maybe a little disappointed at the same time.
Shaking her head, she let the music take her again. Whatever, it was just a party. She was just tipsy, that was all.
Y/n swayed to the music, her movements a little uncoordinated but carefree as the alcohol kept her in a pleasant haze. The room spun lazily around her, bodies pressed close in the crowd, everyone lost in their own rhythm. She moved with them, letting herself be carried by the pulse of the party.
As she took a step back, her elbow suddenly collided with something, someone. She spun around, an apology already forming on her lips.
"Oh, sorry!" she blurted out, laughing at her clumsiness.
Her words caught in her throat when she looked up. It was them, the guy in the black bodysuit, the one with the cut-out white face details. They stood just inches away from her now, the hollow, featureless face of his costume staring back at her.
For a moment, she wasn’t sure how to react. She couldn’t see their eyes, couldn’t tell if he was looking at her or through her. But they didn’t move. Didn’t speak. They just stood there, completely still, and she couldn’t shake the odd sensation that rolled over her. It was like hitting a wall, cold and unyielding.
"Uh, I…sorry again," Y/n mumbled, her voice a bit more hesitant this time.
They didn’t respond. But then, slowly, they tilted their head just a fraction to the side, as if acknowledging her apology. Or was it a question? It was hard to tell.
She gave a small, awkward smile, stepping back a bit to create space. “Cool costume,” she added, trying to fill the silence, though her nerves spiked slightly. The longer she looked at them, the more surreal they felt. Why had they shown up so suddenly? Had they been watching her?
Just as Y/n was about to turn away, the figure suddenly spoke.
“Thanks,” he said, his voice smooth and calm, cutting through the noise around them.
She froze for a second. She hadn’t expected him to speak at all, let alone sound so... normal. Something about hearing that voice from beneath the eerie costume threw her off balance. The alcohol must have made her slower to react, because instead of feeling uneasy, she found herself chuckling softly.
“Oh…uh, yeah, no problem,” she said, her words slipping out a little too casually. She shook her head, amused by how surprised she’d been. It was just a costume, after all.
“You look shocked..” The figure said.
“You…talk,” she said, laughing at her own words. It sounded ridiculous as soon as it came out, but the tension that had built up in her chest loosened, and she shook her head. "I didn't expect that."
He breathed out a small laugh. "Why wouldn’t I?" he asked, the tone neutral but almost amused.
Y/n shrugged, unable to stop herself from smiling now. “I dunno. You just look…mysterious.” She waved a hand vaguely at his suit, the white face details still making it impossible for her to gauge where he was actually looking. "Like you’re not supposed to talk, y’know?"
“Maybe I’m not,” he said, his words lingering in the air like the punchline of an inside joke only he understood. There was a slight edge to his voice, one that almost reminded her of a line from some old thriller movie she couldn’t quite remember.
She snorted, her smile widening. “Creepy,” she teased, feeling the warmth of the alcohol surge again, making her brave enough to play along with whatever strange game this was.
Y/n tilted her head, the alcohol still making everything feel just a little blurry. “So…what exactly are you supposed to be?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Detective Conan Killer.”
She raised her eyebrows, the name only vaguely familiar. “Huh. Okay, didn’t expect that.” She smiled, trying to piece together what she remembered about the reference, but her brain was too foggy to connect the dots.
“And you,” he added, “Princess Fiona, right?”
Y/n blinked in surprise. “Yeah, how’d you guess?”
He gave a subtle nod toward her dress, mirroring Princess Fiona’s iconic look. “Kind of hard to miss. Besides, I’m pretty sure I saw a donkey and a ginger cat running around earlier. Looks like your friends have the rest of the theme covered.”
She laughed, the mental image of her friends dressed as Donkey and Puss in Boots running around the party too funny not to. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” she said, shaking her head with a grin. “I don’t even remember when I agreed to this whole Shrek theme, but here I am, dressed like a princess.”
“You wear it well,” he said simply, his voice carrying that same calm that somehow made her feel both at ease and slightly on edge.
Feeling a burst of confidence, Y/n extended her hand with a playful grin. “I’m Y/n, by the way. Should have said that eailer”
He chuckled softly, a sound that somehow felt warm. “Nice to meet you too, Y/n. I’m Hendery, the host of the party.”
With that, he reached up and carefully removed the headpiece of his bodysuit, peeling it away to reveal his face. Y/n blinked in surprise, taking a moment to process the sudden shift. Underneath the stark black fabric, he looked completely normal, just a guy with tousled hair and an easy smile. Well, normal was an understatement, he was fucking gorgous.
“Wow, you actually are a normal person,” she said, a laugh escaping her lips. “I wasn’t sure if you were some sort of spooky thing under there or something or something.”
Hendery grinned, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Just a regular guy having a bit of fun. But the costume does add a bit of mystery, don’t you think?”
“Definitely,” Y/n replied, her heart racing a little faster. The tension she felt earlier seemed to dissipate, replaced by a lightness that came with getting to know the host of the party.
Y/n couldn’t help but smile. “It’s good to put a face to the mystery,” she said, her gaze softening as she took in the features of the guy who had been standing in the shadows.
Hendery raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “I aim to surprise.”
She laughed, feeling the weight of the strange atmosphere lift just a little more. “Well, you succeeded. I think I’ll grab another drink,” she said, glancing back at Hendery. “Want anything?”
He shook his head, still smiling. “I’m good for now. Enjoy.”
“Alright, be right back!” she called over her shoulder as she made her way through the crowd, the buzz of laughter and chatter enveloping her once more.
As she stepped into the kitchen, the atmosphere shifted slightly. The sounds of the party faded into a muffled background hum, and the bright fluorescent lights illuminated the room, making it feel a bit more grounded compared to the dim, shadowy corners of the main area.
She opened the fridge, scanning the contents. A kaleidoscope of drinks stared back at her, sodas, juices, and a few more bottles of alcohol. After grabbing a sparkling drink she could barely read the label of, she poured it into a cup and leaned against the counter, taking a moment to catch her breath.
It felt good to be away from the crowd of bodies, even for just a moment. She took a sip, the refreshing fizz tingling on her tongue, and let herself think about Hendery. There was something intriguing about him, something that both drew her in and kept her on her toes.
As Y/n took another sip of her drink, she glanced around the kitchen, noticing a few other partygoers scattered about. But something felt...off. The people weren’t moving. They stood too still, frozen in place like statues, their conversations muted and their faces blank, as if they were waiting for something.
Her brow furrowed as unease crept into her chest. It was subtle at first, a strange tightness that made her shift uncomfortably where she stood. The longer she looked, the stranger it became. The way they stood, so stiff and lifeless, made her skin prickle. One person by the sink seemed to be holding a cup, but they weren’t doing anything. Not drinking, not pouring, nothing. Another sat at the table, staring straight ahead, not blinking.
She blinked hard, rubbing her eyes, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling. Maybe it was just the alcohol messing with her vision. Or maybe she had stayed too long in this room, away from the noise and energy of the main party. But no matter how much she tried to reason with herself, the atmosphere was wrong.
The air felt too thick, the silence in the room too deep, and the stillness of the people too unnatural. She swallowed hard, the bad feeling now settling low in her stomach.
“...What the fuck…” she muttered under her breath, feeling a sudden urge to leave the kitchen.
Without wasting another second, she took her drink and quickly made her way back toward the living room, the once-familiar-ish hallway now feeling a bit longer, a bit darker, as she hurried through it.
The thrum of the music and the lively chatter washed over her again, a welcome contrast to the unnerving silence she’d just escaped.
When she spotted Hendery, relief washed over her. He was exactly where she’d left him, standing by the wall, casual and calm, a small smile playing on his lips as he observed the party around him. His presence felt solid, normal.
“There you are,” she breathed, feeling a bit of tension release from her shoulders as she approached him. His smile widened when he saw her.
“Back already? That was quick,” he teased lightly, eyes glinting with amusement.
Y/n tried to smile back, but something in her chest still felt tight. She glanced around the room, scanning the crowd, but the strange feeling from the kitchen lingered. “Yeah...I, uh...” She hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know, man, something feels weird. Like, really weird.”
He wiped his head around to her, his eyes sharpening. “Weird how?”
She took a breath, trying to steady herself. “I was in the kitchen, and everyone in there was just...off. Like, too still. It was freaky. And the more I think about it, the more this whole place feels wrong. Not your house or anything! But…the party, the people, something’s not right.” Her voice wavered a little as she spoke, the uneasy sensation creeping back into her chest.
Hendery listened quietly, his expression calm as ever, though his gaze never left her. “Too still, huh?” he said softly, as if testing the words. “I guess I can see how that might feel...strange.”
She rubbed her arms, trying to shake off the lingering discomfort. “I mean, maybe it’s just the drinks, or the fact that this place feels like a maze, but...I don’t know. I can’t shake the feeling.” Her eyes flicked to the room again. People were moving, sure, but every now and then she caught sight of someone lingering too long in one place, staring for just a second too long. The subtle wrongness nagged at her.
Hendery stepped a little closer, his presence reassuring despite her growing anxiety. “Hey, it’s alright, I’m sure everything is fine,” he said, his voice soft and steady. “You’re with me now. Just breathe.” His smile was warm, his calmness wrapping around her like a safety net.
For a moment, Y/n let herself relax, trusting his soothing words, though that nagging feeling at the back of her mind refused to fully disappear. Something was wrong, but standing next to Hendery, she felt just a little bit safer.
Sensing her unease, Hendery gently placed a hand on her arm. “Come on,” he said softly. “Let’s get you out of here for a bit.”
Before she could respond, he began leading her through the crowd, his touch light but steady. Y/n followed him, grateful for the escape, weaving past partygoers as they made their way to a side hallway she hadn’t noticed before. The noise of the party started to fade, replaced by the softer sounds of their footsteps as Hendery guided her into a smaller living room tucked away from the chaos.
The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from a nearby lamp casting a warm, golden light across the space. Unlike the main area, this room felt quieter, untouched by the buzzing energy of the party. It was almost peaceful.
“There,” Hendery said, nodding toward a plush couch. “Take a breather.”
Y/n sank onto the couch, letting out a long exhale. The stillness of the room was a welcome relief, a stark contrast to the strange, unsettling energy outside. She hadn’t even realized how tightly she’d been wound until now.
Hendery sat beside her, not too close but near enough to offer comfort. “I figured you might need a break. Parties can get overwhelming.”
“Yeah,” she murmured, rubbing her temples. “I just...everything out there feels so off. I don’t know how to explain it. Sorry.”
Hendery nodded, watching her carefully. “It happens. Sometimes these things just hit you out of nowhere.” His voice was soothing, calm as ever. “But you’re safe here.”
She glanced at him, his reassuring presence making her feel grounded again, if only for a moment. “Thanks, Hendery,” she said, her voice a little quieter now. “I don’t know why, could be the drinks, but I feel better around you.”
He smiled softly, his expression as warm and untroubled as ever. “Good. You deserve to feel better.”
For a brief second, Y/n let herself relax into the couch, the comfort of the quiet room, and the sense of safety Hendery gave her. But as she sat there, a part of her couldn’t help but wonder why the rest of the house felt so...wrong.
As they settled into the quiet of the small living room, Y/n leaned back into the couch, trying to shake off the lingering discomfort. Hendery, sensing her tension, shifted in his seat and grinned playfully.
“So,” he began, “you like me costume, Detective Conan Killer, huh?” Hendery suddenly asked. A little confused, Y/n chuckled a little and nodded.
“Honestly, I didn’t think many people would get the costume. I decided I’d have to explain it all night. But hey, at least I’m not dressed as something worse, like...I don’t know, a sexy traffic cone.”
Y/n couldn’t help but snort, the mental image instantly brightening her mood. “Yeah, definitely dodged a bullet there.”
He nodded, pretending to look deep in thought. “Or imagine me as a giant banana. It’d be hard to look mysterious in that, wouldn’t it? I'd be slipping up everywhere.”
She chuckled, finally relaxing a bit. “Yeah, I think the spooky bodysuit of a killer was the right call.”
“Exactly,” he said, flashing a grin. “Plus, how many people can say they’ve been mildly freaked out by a guy who looks like a walking shadow? It’s an experience, right?”
Y/n laughed again, this time more freely. Hendery’s lightheartedness was starting to break through the eerie cloud that had been hovering over her.
“And speaking of costumes,” he said, leaning back and crossing his arms, “I gotta say, Fiona suits you. You’ve got the princess vibe down…minus the whole ‘turning into an ogre at night’ thing, I hope.”
“Hey, don’t jinx me,” she shot back with a grin. “You never know what could happen after midnight.”
“Oh no,” he said, eyes wide in mock horror. “If I see you start sprouting green ears, I’m out of here. But, for now, you’re safe. Just keep your ogre side in check.”
Y/n laughed harder than she had all night, the weight on her shoulders easing with every joke. Hendery had a knack for saying the right thing, for diffusing the strange tension that had been gnawing at her.
“See?” Hendery said, smiling at her. “Laughter works wonders. A little humor goes a long way.”
She shook her head, still chuckling. “Yeah, you’re right. You’ve definitely got a talent for making things feel less weird.”
He winked. “I’m just here to entertain, milady.”
As Y/n’s laughter died down, she noticed the way Hendery’s smile lingered, his eyes never leaving hers. The playful light in his gaze shifted slightly, softening into something warmer.
“You know,” he said, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone, “the Fiona costume is great, but I think it’s not just the dress that makes it work.” His gaze traveled over her, a subtle admiration in his eyes. “You’ve got this...presence. You light up the room. I noticed it the second you walked in.”
Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in his tone. “Oh, um...thanks,” she replied, feeling a bit of heat rise to her cheeks. The playful air between them seemed to shift slightly, becoming charged with something else entirely.
Hendery leaned in just a little, still maintaining that easy smile. “I mean it. You’ve been hard to miss all night. Even in a crowd like this.” His voice was smoother now, the teasing edge replaced by something more sincere. “I’m glad we got a chance to talk.”
Y/n’s heart fluttered unexpectedly at his words, and she shifted in her seat, her earlier discomfort momentarily forgotten. “I didn’t think I stood out that much,” she said, her voice lighter, almost shy.
Hendery chuckled softly. “Trust me, you do. There’s something about you that...well, let’s just say I’m not the only one who noticed.” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “But I’m glad I’m the one sitting here with you now.”
His gaze lingered on her face, the intensity in his eyes making her stomach do a little flip. The easy jokes had given way to a more personal, almost magnetic energy. It was like the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of them in this quiet, dimly lit room.
“You know,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, “I’ve never been a big fan of loud parties, but I think this one’s turning out pretty well, don’t you?”
Y/n felt her pulse quicken at his words, the warmth in his tone sending a soft thrill through her. “Yeah,” she murmured, her lips curling into a small smile. “I think so too.”
Hendery’s smile grew, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned back a bit, still holding onto that teasing charm. “Good. Because I’d hate to think you’re not having fun...especially when I’m trying so hard to make it a night you won’t forget.”
As Y/n smiled at his comment, Hendery shifted a little closer, his leg brushing against hers. The warmth of the contact sent a subtle shiver up her spine, and she became acutely aware of the small space between them, too small now, and growing smaller with every second.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, “I was hoping to meet you tonight...”
She could feel his gaze on her, intense and unwavering, making her pulse quicken. He wasn’t just being playful anymore, there was a seriousness in his tone that made the air between them feel thick, charged with something new. She met his eyes, and for a moment, it was like the rest of the world blurred into the background. There was just Hendery, closer now, his attention fully on her.
“What do you mean?” Y/n asked, her voice quieter, the playfulness in her tone replaced by curiosity, and something else she couldn’t quite place. She felt her heart beat faster in her chest, each thump in sync with the growing tension in the room.
Hendery’s smile turned into something softer, but more intense, like he was seeing her in a way no one else had all night. “I mean…not to sound weird, but I’ve seen you around. You’re...captivating.”
Her breath hitched at the word. Captivating. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol still buzzing in her system, or the way Hendery was looking at her, but the room suddenly felt warmer, the space between them shrinking further.
He reached up, lightly brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers grazing her skin just enough to leave a trail of warmth in their wake. “I can’t help but want to know more about you,” he said, his voice now just above a whisper, the intimacy in his words making her stomach flip.
Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as she looked into his eyes, dark, intense, and focused entirely on her. The goofy guy in the black suit had disappeared, replaced by someone who was completely present, and entirely interested in her. She could feel the tension between them now, palpable and electric, like the air just before a storm.
“I...” she started, her voice trailing off as she tried to steady her racing heart. But it was hard to focus on anything other than the way his gaze was drawing her in, making it harder to think clearly.
Hendery leaned in even closer, his face now inches from hers, the heat from his body radiating toward her. “You feel it too, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver through her. “This...thing between us.”
Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest, the air between them thick with unspoken tension, the kind that made it hard to breathe. She could feel her own body responding, every nerve on high alert, her skin tingling from his proximity.
“I do,” she whispered back, barely finding her voice.
His eyes flickered down to her lips for just a second before meeting her gaze again, his voice low and teasing. “Then why don’t we stop pretending?”
Just as their faces hovered inches from each other, Y/n felt something strange. The warmth between them, the pull, the intensity, was suddenly overshadowed by something else. It wasn’t the kind of butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling she’d expect in a moment like this. No, this was something colder, emptier.
She blinked, her breath catching as a strange stillness washed over her. It was as if the entire world around them had vanished, but not metaphorically. The music, the hum of voices, the distant laughter, all of it was gone. She pulled back, her eyes darting around the room, and her heart dropped into her stomach.
It was silent. Completely, unnervingly silent.
“Hendery...” she murmured, her voice shaking slightly as she looked up at him.
He didn’t speak, but the way his expression shifted told her everything. He knew something. She could see it in his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the way his hand subtly tightened on her arm. “Don’t,” he said softly, almost pleading.
But Y/n’s unease only grew. She stood abruptly, her pulse racing now, the earlier sense of safety evaporating as a deep sense of wrongness settled in. “What’s going on?” she asked, her voice thin as she glanced toward the door, suddenly desperate to know what was outside this room.
Hendery stood up quickly, moving toward her. “Y/n, wait,” he urged, stepping between her and the door. “It’s...it’s nothing. Everything is fine. Just stay here. Please.”
But there was a flicker of something in his eyes, something that unsettled her even more. Fear. Desperation. “What do you mean, nothing?” she demanded, her voice growing firmer. “What’s happening, Hendery?”
He reached out as if to stop her, but Y/n was already moving. She dodged his grasp, heart pounding as she grabbed the door handle and swung it open. What she saw made her stomach lurch.
The house. The one that had been bustling with partygoers, filled with decorations and music just moments ago, was completely empty. Not a single soul in sight. The vibrant Halloween decor was gone. The walls, once adorned with spooky decorations, were bare. No banners, no balloons, no lights, hell, no furniture. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the structure of the house itself had changed.
There were no proper doors anymore. Just gaping holes where they should have been. The floor beneath her feet felt wrong, like it wasn’t quite solid, and the walls seemed to tilt at strange angles, defying logic. She stepped into the hallway, her breath catching in her throat as she realized there were no proper rooms, just spaces that didn’t make sense. Stairs that led upside down, windows positioned on the ceiling instead of the walls, holes that led to nowhere. The entire place was a twisted, impossible maze. And there was a slight humming that she couldn’t ignore, like a deep horn in the distance, but it wouldn’t stop.
Her heart raced as she took another step, her hands trembling. “This...this isn’t real,” she whispered to herself, her voice shaky. But every step felt all too real under her feet.
Behind her, Hendery’s voice was tight with tension. “Y/n, please, just come back into the room, we can talk about this..”
She turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. “What is this? What the fuck?”
Hendery stepped toward her, his face suddenly serious, no trace of his earlier flirtatiousness. “I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
“Find out what?” she demanded, panic rising in her chest. The eerie silence pressed down on her like a weight, and the impossible shapes of the house made her feel like she was trapped in some surreal nightmare.
“This place,” Hendery said quietly, his gaze steady on hers, “it’s not what you think. I created it. For you.”
Y/n stared at Hendery, her mind reeling. "This shit hole?!" she screamed, the words escaping her before she could stop them.
None of it made any sense. The house, if it even was a house, was twisting and warping around her, defying all logic. Her heart pounded, and her breath came out in ragged bursts as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.
Every time she turned around or looked away, the space shifted. First, the rooms stretched impossibly long, the walls bending at strange angles. Then, in the blink of an eye, it wasn’t even a house anymore. The hallways became wide, empty spaces. The walls morphed into smooth, featureless surfaces, punctuated only by square holes for windows. She could see out of one now, they were on a high floor, overlooking what looked like a courtyard, but it wasn’t normal. Nothing about this place was.
The courtyard below was vast and unsettling, like something out of a fever dream. Endless windows lined every wall, but there was no life, no sound, just an eerie, stale air that filled the space. It felt abandoned. No, more than that. It felt wrong, like the world had been hollowed out, leaving nothing but this empty shell. The stillness was suffocating.
Her skin crawled as she stared out, trying to make sense of the twisted, labyrinthine structure around her. The building didn’t follow any familiar rules of architecture. It wasn’t a house or even an office, it was something else entirely. Something cold and alien. Like she was stuck in a forgotten place that wasn’t meant to exist.
“What is this?” Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible, fear clawing at her chest.
Hendery’s footsteps were soft behind her, his calmness an unsettling contrast to the chaos around them. “It’s...hard to explain,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. “This place…it’s not real, not in the way you know reality. It’s something I made. For us.” He wasn’t wearing his stupid costume anymore, and neither was she. Her dress was replaced with stale jeans and a damp t-shirt.
Y/n whipped around to face him, her eyes wild. “For us?!” Her voice was sharp, a mix of disbelief and anger. “You’re telling me you made this?” She gestured wildly to the strange, empty expanse around them. “This…nightmare? Who the fuck are you?!”
Hendery’s expression didn’t waver, though his eyes softened slightly. “I had to do something. I couldn’t lose you.”
“Lose me?” Y/n’s voice trembled with a mix of fury and fear. “This isn’t saving me, Hendery! This...this place…it’s not right. None of this is right!”
She spun around again, her hands trembling as she looked out the windows, her mind racing. Every inch of the structure seemed to shift whenever she wasn’t looking, morphing into something new, something worse. It was like the building itself was alive, warping in response to her fear.
"And what the fuck do you mean by 'lose me'?" Y/n snapped, glaring at Hendery, her voice shaking with both fear and anger.
Hendery hesitated, avoiding her gaze. “...Nothing…you know…is real,” he muttered under his breath, his tone low and distant.
Y/n’s frown deepened. “What?” she demanded, stepping closer.
He finally looked at her, his expression unreadable. “Your memories...your friends, your entire life...I had to change it.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Hendery’s voice softened, his words more deliberate now. “If you knew what really happened...it would ruin everything. You don’t even remember how you got to the party, do you?”
Y/n’s breath hitched as his words sunk in, her confusion giving way to a cold, creeping realization.
The endless rows of windows, the strange emptiness, the sense that something was watching from every shadow, it made her stomach churn. The surreal, airy atmosphere around her felt too open, yet claustrophobic at the same time, as if there was no escape.
“Please, Y/n,” Hendery said softly, stepping closer. “Just stay. It’s safer here.”
Y/n shook her head, her heart racing. “Safer? Hendery, this place isn’t safe. It’s...it’s wrong.” She took a step back from him, panic rising as her surroundings became even more unfamiliar, more unsettling. The walls seemed to breathe, stretching and contracting as though they had a mind of their own.
She was trapped in a nightmare, a place that twisted reality into something grotesque and unnatural. And the worst part? Hendery had done this. Created this...prison.
"I have to get out of here," Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible as the horror of it all began to sink in.
But deep down, she wasn’t sure if escape was even possible.
Her legs moved before she could think, adrenaline kicking in as she bolted toward the nearest opening, the only thing on her mind was getting away. Away from Hendery, away from this twisted nightmare.
“Y/n, wait!” Hendery’s voice echoed after her, calm yet pleading, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She didn’t dare look back. His voice sounded too certain, too...knowing. And that terrified her even more. But he didn’t chase her.
The hall stretched endlessly before her, and her breath came in ragged bursts as she sprinted through the impossibly long corridors, her heart thudding in her chest. She turned sharply down another hallway, desperately hoping to find an exit, any way out.
But when she rounded the corner, expecting to see a blank hallway, there he was, Hendery, standing right where he was before she turned the corner. Watching her. Not moving. His eyes filled with something that looked almost like pity.
How could he be there…he was just down the last hallway.
Y/n’s heart raced faster as she turned again, her pulse pounding in her ears. She ran harder, willing her body to go faster, to find some way out. She rounded another corner, praying for a door, a window, anything. But the moment she turned, her stomach dropped. She was back where she started.
Hendery was still there, standing in the same place, his face expressionless, but his eyes held that same pitying look.
“No,” she breathed, panic clawing at her throat. She spun again, running down the hall, pushing herself harder, her feet slamming against the floor. But every turn brought her back to the same spot, the same hallway, the same twisted reality. And every time she looked back, there he was.
“Hendery!” she screamed, frustration mixing with terror and tears. But he didn’t move. He just stood there, his gaze steady on hers.
“It’s no use,” he said softly, his voice carrying down the hall. “You can’t leave.”
Y/n shook her head, refusing to believe it, but her body was starting to betray her. She was exhausted, her legs shaking from the endless running, her mind spinning with the impossible reality she was trapped in. It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense.
She slumped against the wall, her breathing ragged as she stared at him, defeated. Hendery took a slow step forward, his voice gentle, as if speaking to a frightened animal.
“I didn’t want it to be like this,” he said, his eyes soft. “But this is the only way we can be together. You’ll understand...in time.”
Y/n closed her eyes, the weight of the impossible truth crashing down on her. There was no escape. No way out. She was trapped in this strange, shifting world, and Hendery was the only constant, her captor, and maybe, her only chance at survival.
Each step Hendery took toward her felt like a weight pressing against Y/n’s chest. She tried to move back, but she was already against the wall, trapped with nowhere to go. Her body, tired and trembling from running, betrayed her, forcing her to slide helplessly along the cold surface, trying to keep distance between them. But Hendery kept coming closer.
Her heart pounded as her feet shuffled sideways, desperation pushing her to retreat, but the wall offered no more space. She barely registered it in time, the gaping open window just beside her. One misstep, and suddenly, she was teetering on the edge, her balance slipping.
Y/n’s body tilted, gravity pulling her toward the dizzying drop below. Panic surged through her, and she screamed, her arms flailing as her foot slipped from under her.
Before she could fall, a firm grip closed around her wrist. Hendery. His hand clamped tightly, keeping her from plummeting into the empty abyss outside. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up at him, wide-eyed.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze. The cool breeze from the outside brushed against her skin, while Hendery’s face remained calm, his expression unreadable.
“I’ve got you,” he said softly.
Y/n’s breathing was uneven, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of everything. Hendery’s grip was firm but gentle, and for a second, she felt that pull again, the comfort, the safety he made her feel. But then reality crashed back in. He had trapped her here, in this nightmare. The walls, the impossible structure, the shifting hallways...none of it was real. And Hendery? He was the architect of it all.
Her heart pounded as she thought it over. Every time she tried to escape, it led her back to him, like he controlled this whole world. She couldn’t let him keep her here. She wouldn’t. If this place was going to twist and warp reality, maybe she could twist it too.
Her muscles tensed as she made her decision.
Y/n’s eyes locked on his for a split second, just long enough for her to catch a flicker of concern in his gaze. Before he could react, she kicked him, hard, in the stomach.
Hendery gasped in surprise, stumbling back and loosening his grip on her wrist. Seizing the moment, she yanked her arm free and launched herself back out the window, her body propelled by pure adrenaline.
The wind whipped past her as she tumbled out into the void, the open air swallowing her whole. She felt weightless, her body spinning as she plummeted toward the ground. The courtyard below, cold and unforgiving, rushed up to meet her. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable impact, the harsh splat of concrete beneath her.
But the crash never came.
Instead, Y/n felt the soft give of cushions beneath her. Her eyes snapped open, and her breath caught in her throat. She was back in the small living room, the one Hendery had taken her to earlier. The dim lighting, the same worn couch, it was as if she’d never left.
She scrambled up, confusion flooding her senses. Her heart raced as her mind struggled to catch up with what had just happened. She had jumped out of a window, had been falling to her death, and now she was here. Safe. Intact.
Her gaze flicked around the room, and there he was, Hendery, sitting calmly on the couch beside her, watching her with that same unreadable expression. No sign of the struggle. No sign of anything being out of place.
“Welcome back,” he said quietly, giving her a tight-lipped smile.
Y/n’s stomach churned. She had escaped, or so she thought. But here she was, back where she started, as if her desperate attempt to flee had never even occurred. The world was bending to Hendery’s will, reshaping around her every move.
And this time, there really might be no way out.
Y/n’s legs gave out, her body crumbling on the floor. Her heart still raced from the fall, the reality of how close she’d come to dying. But now she was here, so what was really worse.
Hendery knelt down beside her, his grip still firm, but his touch gentle. "You can’t leave, Y/n," he whispered, his voice a mix of concern and control. "I won’t let you."
The weight of it all came crashing down on Y/n. Her chest tightened, and her throat constricted as the reality of her situation sunk in. She was trapped, and no matter what she did, she couldn’t escape him. She couldn’t escape this.
Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over before she could stop them. Her body shook as the sobs broke free, uncontrollable and raw. She pulled her knees to her chest, burying her face into them, trying to shield herself from the suffocating truth. Everything was wrong. So impossibly wrong.
Through the blur of tears, she heard footsteps move beside her. Hendery’s presence, calm and steady, loomed too close.
"Hey...hey," Hendery’s voice was soft, almost soothing, as he reached out, his hand gently resting on her shoulder. "It’s okay. Everything’s fine. I promise."
Y/n shook her head, her sobs making it hard to speak. "No, it’s not," she choked out, her voice muffled against her knees. "Nothing is fine...I can’t—" Her words faltered as another wave of tears hit her. "I can’t get out."
Hendery’s hand slowly trailed down her back, a gesture meant to comfort, though it only made her feel more trapped. “Shh...everything is fine," he whispered. "You’re safe here, Y/n. There’s nothing to worry about anymore."
But those words, safe here, felt hollow. Y/n lifted her tear-streaked face, looking at him through pained eyes, her heart aching. “How can you say that? You’ve trapped me in this...this nightmare,” she cried, her voice cracking.
Hendery’s expression softened, his thumb gently brushing away a tear from her cheek. “I didn’t want it to feel like that,” he murmured, his tone quiet, almost apologetic. “But you don’t have to be afraid. I’m here. You’re here. And that’s all that matters.”
Y/n’s tears continued to fall, her body trembling as the weight of his words pressed down on her. "I don’t want this," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I just want to go home..."
Hendery’s arms wrapped around her then, pulling her gently into his embrace. "You don’t want to go back there.." he whispered, his breath warm against her hair. "And I’ll make sure you’re never alone again. I’ll keep you safe, always."
His words sent a chill down her spine. Y/n wanted to push him away, to fight, to scream, but she was exhausted. Her mind, her body, everything felt too heavy to resist anymore. So she sank into his arms, her tears slowly subsiding, even though her heart still ached with the knowledge that she was truly stuck.
And in that eerie silence, with Hendery holding her close as he repeated, “Everything is fine..”
Y/n felt the last piece of herself slip away, swallowed by the reality he had created.
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A/N: WAA!! This (again) is the first Hendery/NCT fic I've posted, and I hope it hasn't disappointed.
There ain't enough WayV/NCT fic fics out there, so here I am!
It's probably obvious that this is meant to be a liminal space/backrooms kinda fic, cause why not! I was actually inspired by this post on tiktok a saw a few months ago, and it's just been chilling in my head, lol
I also wrote this fic while I was at work, so wrote it out in like a day, so if there are any mistakes, oops
anyways! thank you for reading 💚
LUCAS&HENDERY | ‘Jalapeño’ (4)
December 16: North Pole - Hendery
“Do you think I look good?” Hendery asks.
You look up at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, and you swear your eyes just about pop out of your head as you land your gaze on him.
“What the fuck?” You ask, “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Hendery laughs at you, lifting his hand to his hair to adjust the stupid Santa hat he is wearing. That… and nothing else.
“You said you wanted to see the North Pole,” He replies, his tone is playful, “Is this not what you meant?”
His eyes flit downwards, and he smirks at you as he meets your gaze once more. This was not what you had envisioned when you made your request, and Hendery knew that too. You had not shut up about the stage show that was due to hit the city this week, and Hendery had promised to get you tickets, as you were working when they were released.
“I couldn’t get the tickets, baby. I’m sorry, it sold out so fast…” He sighs, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
You can’t be upset at him, not when he does stupid shit like this to cheer you up. He doesn’t care about embarrassing himself, not when it means that he makes you feel better.
It is impossible to stay mad at him, especially so with his perfect body on show just for you, and that cheeky look on his face, the one that has you standing up from the dining table to join him in the doorway.
“Fine,” You smirk right back, “But it better be good, baby… You owe me.”
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Hendery's birth chart analysis
DISCLAIMER: This is just a part of the analysis of the idol's natal chart, which wants to show a deeper perspective on the idols life. This analysis is carried out thanks to the data that appears in the birth chart. These are my interpretations of the signs and how they work based on my experiences with them. Everyone has different opinions and all interpretation and experiences within is valid. The point of this post is to entertain. [This idol hasn't confirmed his birth time, so I used the standard 12pm time to calculate his natal chart].
𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐧
a peace maker and a people pleaser
hendery doesn't like when conflicts arises
always wants to leave a good impression of himself to others
well-manner
Sun trine Uranus
he's original, creative and unique without even trying
likes defending his loved ones
express himself in a very inspiring and unique way
hendery might also question rules and traditions that doesn't make sense to him
values honesty and truth
he tends to make ties with people from all walks of life's
Sun trine Neptune
intuitive
dreamy and imaginative
puts a lot of pride into his dreams
expresses himself through music
in love with music and art
may adjust his personality with the people he's surrounded with
Sun sextile Pluto
at first hendery doesn't seem like a very intense person, but once people starts to know him well, they will be impressed on how passionate he is!
𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧
VERY ROMANTIC
tends to hold back and wait before expressing himself
tends to avoid messy or unpredictable situations/crises
warm
it takes a lot to get to know him on a deeper level
can be quite dependent on others for positive feedback
often looking for admiration
loyal
calm
LOVES LUXURY !!!
sentimental
focusses on creating a reliable and secure life
he doesn't like doing things he does not want to do
tends to protect himself and his own interests
Moon conjunct Jupiter
playful
very supportive
embraces people with his emotions
Moon conjunct Saturn
doesn't know how to express his feelings
bottles up emotions
selfish
tends to ignore his instincts
insecure about his nurturing abilities
Moon square Uranus
naturally energetic
hates routines
he always wants to do something new... but once he starts something he will never finish it lmao
craves for intimacy, but once he gets it he feels uncomfortable and wants his freedom back
hendery will not share his feelings unless he feels like it
Moon square Neptune
tends to idealize everything
hendery has the need to give so much love to EVERYONE
sensitive to others' emotions
seeing people suffering affects him so much
confused about how he really feels
Moon square North Node
hendery can lack drive for moving foreward OR might have a fear of moving on
𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲
again, he doesn't like confrontations, but if he thinks something isn't fair, he will speak his mind
indecisive
likes listening to others opinions before making a final decision
Mercury sextile Venus
a wonderful mediator
he knows how to cheer others up
Mercury sextile Mars
can speak before thinking
quick thoughts
productive
he really likes talking and learning new things
hendery can be amazing at figuring out people's weaknesses
Mercury trine Uranus
open minded
a rebel
thinks outside of the box
he's ALWAYS searching new ways of doing things
has little patient
hendery can also have sudden genius ideas
prefers learning new things by himself
accepts others ideas
he doesn't care about what others think of his own thoughts and beliefs
gets bored easily
𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬
PASSIONATE
in love with love
LOVES showing his lover off
hendery wants a partner he can be proud of
EXTREMELY caring
needs a lot of excitement to be happy
hates feeling rejected/ignored
wants a person who will adore and admire him
wants to be the center of his partner world
wants someone who's charismatic, dramatic, entertaining and bold
Venus trine Mars
is driven by connection and enjoying each other's company
accepts his partner as it is
Venus trine Jupiter
optimistic
honest
GENEROUS
fascinated by people who seem exotic
relationships bring abundance to his life
lucky in relationships
Venus square Saturn
fears instability and rejection in his connections
𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬
restless
outgoing
adventurous
curious
funny
optimistic
persuasive
enthusiastic
physical activity is the best way to deal with his anger
likes to be outdoors
always likes to be busy
as I said before, he gets much more excited about starting something new than finishing something old
Mars sextile Uranus
team work is extremely important to hendery
loves freedom
independent
lots of energy and drive
a quick learner
doesn't like controlling and stubborn people
Mars conjunct Pluto
intense drive and motivation
actions and motivations can be kept secret here
can either over-assert or under-assert himself
might be obsessed with physical activities
hendery can go through phases where he is either super ambitious or super lazy lol
paranoid about having his will taken away somehow
could face situations considered taboo.. or just taboo in the eyes of society
has a compulsive drive for power
𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦
stubborn af
hella loyal
wants things to go his own way
radiates a stable and grounded aura
obsessed with money and comodity
possesses a strong sense of personal aesthetic in some way
very generous, but he can also be a little bit selfish, tho
wants everything that is familiar or comfortable
always seeking for pleasurable experiences
clinging over certain people and/or aspects of his identity/life
difficulties with money can occur here
𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫
attracts good luck when he's generous
this position points out that hendery can have a successful singing career!
money is really important for him, as well as security and comfort
Jupiter square Uranus
extremely independent
lacks discipline, practicality and maturity
can have a hard time focusing on his job
may be unhealthily addicted or stimulated by change
I also think that he was forced to grow up too soon with this aspect...
Jupiter square Neptune
wants to achieve his goals so badly
can be out of touch with reality at times
may have trouble using his talents and abilities to match his goals OR there can be some limitations that doesn't allow him to achieve them sm, I see you
I also think that hendery can be easily brainwashed and can take the wrong direction a lot :(
𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧
there's a fear here of not having what he needs or fears losing the things he already has
being dependent is another of his fears
these things may end up limiting his opportunities somehow
he can also have a hard time asking for help
hendery can also feel guilty when indulging himself
Saturn square Uranus
can be rebellious with authority, which can bring him some trouble...
has inner conflict with freedom and stability
Saturn square North Node
hendery could create his own troubles
he gives himself burdens
Uranus opposite North Node
acceptance and detachment are a theme with his life mission
hendery could probably rebel against the lessons he has to face in this life
Pluto trine North Node
inner emotional power is an advantage when approaching his life lessons here
clears out his traumas with a sense of survival and regeneration
learning about power and control may be a theme here when it comes to karmic lessons
𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞
he needs to embrace his creativity and allow himself to entertain others
hendery's life lessons involves on being more confident
he needs to follow his heart
he has to learn to accept praises and recognition for his achievements
empowering himself and others is important with this placement
he has to allow himself to shine, to be in the spotlight
hendery needs to understand that it's okay to show his affections openly
hendery // 2020 yearparty behind