❪ 月光 ❫ fluff kun x f!reader 548 cw ノ reader gets jealous of cookie lol, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ i love wayv cats like they have my entire heart and when kun introduced cookie ??? sobbed HE IS SO ADORABLE AND PRETTY AND ASKDJFHDKS / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
It's almost comical how clingy Cookie can be with you when Kun is out of the house. He follows you around like a second away from you would mean the end of the world. Rubbing against your legs every chance he gets, jumping into your lap or on your desk to distract you from work; his antics are never ending. But the second Kun comes home from work, you nearly have to fight with Cookie to see who will win Kun's attention.
When your boyfriend steps through the door, adorned in straight cut jeans and a loose black button down overtop of his white shirt, he looks nothing short of three-course meal. You're subconsciously smiling yourself while soaking in the sight of him taking off his shoes. He's unaware of your staring, which somehow makes it even better. At this point, you're ready to have him join you on the couch, catch up after the long day and sneak in a few kisses while you're at it, but Cookie seems to have other plans.
He trots into the entranceway, determined like he's on a mission, and mewls up at Kun like he had abandoned him. Kun scoops him up in his arms, baby-talking to him and kissing his soft fur. You realize immediately that you had just lost… to your cat.
"I know you missed me, Cookie," Kun murmurs fondly, petting the feline and getting instant purrs as a response. You frown.
"That traitor. He makes it look like I gave him no attention all day," you announce, bringing the attention of your boyfriend back to where you wanted. He smiles at you, gorgeous dimples gracing his cheeks.
"I thought you were going to have dinner with your friends?" Kun questions, making his way to sit down with you, still holding Cookie in his arms.
"They cancelled last minute."
"They are always doing that to you lately," Kun notes, catching onto your disappointed expression. "Are you upset cause of that?"
You shake your head. "I'd rather have dinner with you anyway. But looks like you'd rather dine with Cookie." You're mostly joking, but the smallest bit of seriousness that catches in your tone makes Kun laugh.
"I'm sorry baby, you'll have to dine solo tonight. We have father-son bonding already on the schedule," he muses, his smile only growing when you scoff. Cookie's purrs only grow louder at your seeming annoyance, and you cup his face in your hands.
"Why do you always steal my boyfriend away from me, hm? You love him that much?"
The cat gives you no response, not that you were expecting one. He circles around on Kun's lap two times before flopping down to start grooming himself. You turn to your boyfriend.
"Getting jealous of the cat has got to be my new personal low," you joke, although still glowering at the grey cat who occupies the spot you wish you had right now.
"I think I like your new personal low," Kun mumbles with a smile, tilting your chin up. To him, the sight of you jealous and wanting his attention only feeds his ego and floods his chest with adoration. He presses his lips to yours to appease you, and you soon forget why you were jealous in the first place.
synopsis “i wonder what it’s like to be loved by you…”
warnings none!
word count 1.3k
notes “i’m not motivated to write!” bubu complained, then proceeded to post two fics in one day. to be fair, though, i’m always down to ponder about wayv in romantic situations and that is literally exactly what i wrote and this is criminally short, so… anyway, remember to listen to wonder by shawn mendes while reading, and enjoy some soft wayv thoughts!
kun’s love is easy. comfortable and everlasting, being loved by him comes as easily as breathing; loving him seems almost subconscious to you. he loves gently, and consistently, like the kisses he presses to your temple every night without fail, always when you’re cooking, and always with a murmur of “i love you,” afterwards. like the way he remembers your order whenever you’re visiting your usual café, sweet and temperate, just like you. like his hands on your hips when he squeezes past you, like one of his old shirts hanging loosely off your frame as you pester him to go to bed, leaning against the door of his studio.
he loves softly, and confidently, in nights spent contemplating how you’d spend your future together. In afternoons going on hikes and taking pictures of each other, each of you thinking to yourself, this is one for the albums, without knowing. in whispers and murmurs of sweet nothings, kisses and intertwined fingers. in an almost subconscious ability to tell what the other needs, in not being afraid to be needy and vulnerable with one another. in the comfort of knowing kun is your home, your future. that you’re his home, his future.
ten loves wildly, loudly. he’s all lovestruck smiles and giddy laughs and sudden kisses and the loudest, most consistently erratic shows of affection. loving him is as big of an adventure as it is for him to love you. he’s the hand grabbing yours as he leads you to his newest discovery or escapade, the lips that silence your rational fears with an irrational kiss, the ink-stained fingers that trail along your face when you come back to him after a long day at work. he’s the yells of excitement and pride after conquering a particularly difficult obstacle, the bold actions and words in times of intense emotion.
he’s the friend you turn to when you need advice, the lover who would lead you off the face of the earth to live in a world of your own, the mentor you look to for guidance when your hands grow unsteady with anxiety, the person you’d trust your most personal self with no matter the circumstances. ten’s love is something that consumes not only you but the rest of the world, enrapturing the universe’s attention in your sheer adoration of one another, an adoration that seems as everlasting as the flame festering in his heart.
conversely, sicheng’s love is something almost faint. constant and true, but quiet. passion is often a hushed, almost shy affair, in kisses pressed gently to your cheeks as if he’s afraid to hurt you. days and nights are spent together in mutual comfort and contentment, feet rested in laps as you watch a show, or read a book, or debrief the days you’d had to spend apart. outings are comfortable, easygoing as the smiles he gives his friends, as the way he squeezes your hand mid-conversation.
he loves quietly, in a manner almost understated yet still, it clings; like his arms and legs wrapped around your middle in the early mornings when he doesn’t want you to leave. like his cologne clinging to your collar after he’d laid his head there, sighing heavily, his hot breath warming your skin. like his words replaying over and over in your head in the moments he’s not there to utter them for you, loving and assured as he was. like his moments of mischief, where his shy demeanour fell to make way for a side of him only you got to see, a side that went past the shy laughs and awkward words he allowed others. sicheng’s love is quiet, slow, but most importantly, it won’t ever let go of you.
dejun loves with his all. in every aspect of his life, he gives one hundred and fifty percent and your relationship is no exception. it is as if you take over his entire sphere of existence, as if the planet which is his heart starts to orbit the sun which is yours. he loves you most ardently, everchangingly in the way he keeps finding more and more about you to love and adore. in the way he leaves you notes and kisses in the early mornings when he doesn’t want to wake you. in the way he seems to affirm his love for you with his whole soul, with the conviction of a dedicated priest in moments of worship at the altar of their patron god. in the way he looks at you as if you’re his entire world, eyes slowly roving over your form as he admires you from below, like an astronomer trying to map the sky, chart the stars, all as if he’d be able to find them in your eyes, in your hair, on your soft skin, pressed to your pillowy lips.
you’re unsure if that affection is infectious, if he’d made you damn near worship him the way he did you. if he’d pavlov’d you into reaching your hand into his back pocket whenever you walked side by side, the same way he did with you. if he’d tricked you to search for his lips the moment his face became eye level with yours. what both of you know, however, is that you wouldn’t have it any other way.
kunhang loves happily, excitedly as a man could. he loves in dopey smiles and hushed, overjoyed giggles. in contended sighs as he wraps his arms around your middle, circles your waist and settles his head on your chest. in late nights spent tapping your shoulder until you wake, blearily asking what he wanted and him merely replying with, “i just love you and i wanted you to know that.” in afternoons spent staring at you as if he was only just coming to terms with the fact that he was the luckiest man in the world—a thought and fact that he was well-acquainted with. in kisses quickly growing from sweet to desperate simply because he gets to be desperate around you. you love him just as intensely, just as recklessly, with just as much conviction and ‘god, i can’t believe he’s all mine,’ energy as he does you.
his love is the equivalent of a breeze coming at just the right time at just the right temperature. of a friend who’s always happy to see you and be with you not because of what you do for them, or what they do for you, but because you’re you and they’re them and you just go so well together. of a sudden kiss that makes you dizzy and skews your equilibrium, of hands tugging desperately, impatiently at clothes or hair. of touches that seem as if the other person wishes to merge with you body and soul. of kunhang being so annoyingly, desperately, and irrevocably in love with you, as if he couldn’t ever think to practice subtlety or nonchalance around you, the love and light of his life.
yangyang’s love is somewhat erratic. not noncommittal, not untrustworthy, but a little bit all over the place. his love is something unexpected yet unsurprising, something so odd yet so true to his nature as a person. he loves in sudden kisses as he passes by you, catching you completely off-guard. in midnight drives because he couldn’t keep still or fall asleep, cruising through the streets as he rubs comforting circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. in surprise dates, hikes at odd hours of the afternoon, breakfast for dinner, movie marathons at seven o’clock in the morning on a sunday, surprise hugs or entwined hands when you’re out with friends, a ridiculously expensive bracelet because he thought silver looked good on you. his sudden, abrupt nature in terms of loving you only serves as a reminder of how much of a reserved person he actually is, so caught up in his own world and subconsciously dragging you along with him.
he loves impatiently, because he believes he shouldn’t have to wait to show you how much he loves you, and neither should you. he’s the surprise you needed in your life, coming along just as randomly as he loved, unexpected but unsurprising and just as charming. he loves as if he can’t wait any longer—as if he needs the both of you to know he’s not going anywhere anytime soon.
Hello, could I request some Kun and something dark? Yandere maybe or using dark magic even? please
You my darling are a diamond in the rough, a kun request!!??? kun is literally the love of my life and he is sooooo underappreciated i've always wanted to write a fic for him but never found the time. Thank you thank you a hundred times thank you. Ngl i might write this into a full fic but no promises.
DarkMagicUser!Kun x Reader ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
Maybe you were cursed. Or perhaps love just wasn't your suit. Was it you, or was it them? The truth remained a mystery, but one thing was clear: all your dates seemed to end horribly. Some ended up transformed into frogs or toads, others encountered increased waves of bad luck, while the rest simply ignored your existence altogether.
Had you somehow become a magic user without a clue about your own powers? Were you inadvertently casting spells, sabotaging your own romantic prospects? Maybe you should have taken those mage classes instead of sticking with tailoring.
Your fifth date this week concluded just as you dreaded it would. It had all begun like a scene from a romance novel. The moonlight lit the cobblestone path as he walked you back to your dorm, trees swaying gently in the night breeze, filling the air with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. You dared to believe that perhaps this time would be different, that you might finally escape the strange fate that had befallen your love life.
But your optimism was short-lived. The next day, as you shuffled into class, your instructor informed the class that Johnny would be out for a couple of weeks due to a bad case of warts. A soft groan escaped your lips, and you felt your heart sink. Why was this happening to you? You had poured your heart and soul into creating the perfect dress for the upcoming banquet, spending countless hours from dusk till dawn stitching and embellishing and all for what?
Meanwhile on the other side of campus, Kun was heading to becoming a powerful mage, a fact his master often boasted about. Kun was the pride of his class, constantly praised for his respectful demeanor and mindfulness. Yet, hidden beneath his polished exterior was a secret that only he knew.
Kun had a crush on you.
It was a crush that had long evolved from cute to creepy. Despite being a promising mage and the star of his class, Kun was plagued by shyness. It was a crippling fear that rendered him mute whenever he found himself near you. Each time he mustered the courage to take a step forward, someone else swooped in, charming you before he could gather the nerve to ask for even a friendly chat.
Well obviously that was no good so he had to intervene.
That's how he found himself spending night after night studying his craft to drive away any possible suitors. He never intended for things to spiral out of control, he was just trying to buy himself some more time until the stars aligned and he could finally ask you out on a date.
What Kun failed to grasp, however, were his master’s warnings. Any magic user knows that the intent behind an incantation wields tremendous power, capable of creating either positive or negative energies. He hadn’t set out to harm but by meddling with forces beyond his comprehension, he risked corruption by his own hand. If he continued down this path of recklessness, his magic would be consumed by darkness and then consume him in return. His longing for you would spiral him into something sinister.
After years of silently watching you, Kun finally summoned the courage to confront you. It was now or never. The banquet was fast approaching, and this would be the perfect opportunity to ask for a dance. He spotted you in the courtyard during mealtime chatting with your friends. You sat beneath a tall, ancient tree, as you unwrapped your lunch, revealing strawberries nestled in cheesecloth.
His heart raced in his chest as he approached your group. He would have been paralyzed with fear, but he had convinced his master to concoct a potion to ease his nerves.
He called out your name, his voice wavering slightly as he caught your attention. You looked up from the strawberries, your smile bright, almost competing with the midday sun. The sight took his breath away, leaving him momentarily speechless.
“I’m not sure if you remember me,” he stammered. “But we had the same swordsmanship class two years ago before you switched out.”
“Is that so? I don’t remember much from swordsmanship class other than the bruised ribs,” you replied, laughter spilling from your lips, causing your friends to erupt in giggles beside you.
Kun laughed nervously along with the group, fidgeting with the raw edges of his tunic between his fingers. “Yeah, you kinda get used to it after a while, huh?”
You chuckled at his response. “I’m glad to finally make your acquaintance, then,” you said. “You know my name, but I apologize, I don’t know yours.”
“I’m Qian Kun, one of Taro’s mages,” he introduced himself, trying to match your bright energy with his own, though he felt his voice hitch slightly in his throat.
“A mage? Tell me, could one mistakenly cast a spell with no knowledge of sorcery?” you asked with an inquisitive tilt of your head. Your eyes sparkled with curiosity, you still had a few suspicions about your unfortunate dates that you had to rule out.
“It’s hard to say, really. I’m sorry I can’t provide a more suitable answer,” he replied, his voice faltering a little at the end.
You pouted with a playful huff. “Well, that’s okay! By the way, you came over here for a purpose, I assume? What was it?”
“Oh, that!” Kun croaked, suddenly remembering he hadn’t approached you for mere idle chit-chat. “The banquet tomorrow… You don’t happen to have a partner for it, do you?”
As the words tumbled out, your friends erupted in a chorus of playful "oohs," nudging and shoving you gently at the news. Kun felt his stomach twist into knots as anxiety flooded his veins as he awaited your response.
Your shoulders tensed, and warmth flooded your cheeks as you struggled to meet his gaze any longer. “I’m sorry, Kun, but someone has already asked me just a while ago.”
At that moment, something within Kun snapped. He forced a smile onto his lips, but it felt impossibly fragile and hollow. “Well, that’s a shame,” he replied, bowing slightly before turning to make his leave. The weight of his disappointment pressing heavily on his chest.
“Kun!” you called out, barely above a whisper, but he kept walking.
It was all pointless. No matter how hard he tried, someone always beat him to the punch. The simmering resentment within him began to swell. He found that he no longer felt any remorse for the petty spells he had cast on your dates. It was all justified, him turning them into frogs, cursing them with warts, or even the whispered enchantments that sent them tumbling down the stairs. His heart clenched painfully, and the magic that coursed through his veins turned cold, colder than it had ever been. It was frigid, like the dark depths of winter.
Tomorrow was the banquet, and he didn’t care that you were taken; he would have you.
Later that night, he marched up to his master's room with determination in his steps. It wasn’t the first time he had borrowed something from Shotaro to strengthen his own magic. His master was a deep sleeper, providing easy access during dark hours. The door creaked as he slipped inside, eyes quickly landing on the book resting on a pedestal before a large window. It was said that magic thrived under the moonlight, and many believed one could sharpen their spellcasting by soaking their spell books in it. Kun closed the book’s pages and lifted it carefully from its spot.
Just as he turned to leave, he was startled to find Shotaro sitting up in his bed.
“I tried to ignore it, but I refuse to be a fool any longer,” Shotaro said. “You’re up to no good, and I can sense it. You’re growing darker. I can feel you freezing over day by day. I had hoped I was wrong, but you’re falling too far.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kun shot back, his voice flat. “I came to borrow this book for some late night studies.”
“You earn your own spell book. You do not leer from another’s.” Shotaro condemned.
Kun let out a humorless laugh. His eyes were void of emotion. “You have said enough. Now sleep.”
Before Shotaro could react or cast a protection barrier, Kun’s lips had already spoken the words of a sleep incantation. Shotaro's head hit the pillows with a dull thump, and within moments, he was out cold. Kun had at least twenty-four hours before his master would awaken and that was more than enough time for him to do what he needed to do.
—
Tonight was the banquet, and the schoolyard had been transformed into something out of a fairytale. Twinkling lanterns draped from the ancient trees, casting golden hues across everyone who congregated on the grass. Laughter and music filled the air as students danced and swayed to the melodies of lutes and violas.
Kun’s eyes scanned the crowd, but his heart sank when he couldn’t find you. He bit his lip in annoyance. Where could you be? Why were you alone with that scoundrel and away from the festivities?
He searched the school grounds until he spotted you in the garden. Your date was there too, much to Kuns chagrin, and he was plucking a rose to present to you making Kun roll his eyes. He would give you so much more.
He couldn’t hear the conversation you were sharing, but the sight was enough to make him jealous. With a determined stride, he approached the two of you, spellbook in hand, and surprised you both.
“Goodness, Kun! What are you doing here?” you asked incredulously as you pulled away from your date.
There was something different about him tonight. A shadow loomed in his eyes, something dark that made you instinctively cautious.
“What do you want?” your date interjected, annoyance creeping into his voice.
Kun’s eyes turned toward him, the warmth of his gaze replaced by a harsh, icy disdain. “You’re pathetic. You don’t deserve to lay your filthy hands on her. You will never be good enough for her,” he growled.
You took a brave step forward, eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. “And you think you are?”
Kun’s gaze slid back to you, and he tilted his head with a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m all you have,” he declared, the ominous undertone of his voice sending alarm bells ringing in your mind.
Before you could question the meaning behind his words, he began to chant, the syllables rolling off his tongue easily. A swirl of purple energy began to cloud around the book, shimmering menacingly as he controlled the magic with a wave of his hand. He stared at you unwaveringly, putting every ounce of his energy behind his spell.
You didn't know much about magic, you had always found spell casting boring, there was too much reading involved. But one thing was clear, there was nothing pure or innocent about the incantation he was casting.
Instinct kicked in. You sprinted toward him as best as you could in your gown and heeled shoes, adrenaline propelling you forward. You threw yourself onto him, and to your surprise, he made no effort to stop you. You both tumbled backward, the spellbook slipping from his grasp and landing on the grass.
Positioned above him, you beat against his shoulders with your fists. “What do you think you're doing? You’re insane!” you yelled, landing a few more frustrated hits to his chest and shoulders. He lay beneath you, unmoving, his hair a tousled mess in his eyes, yet he didn’t divert his gaze from you. A persistent smile played on his lips.
“Are you done?” he asked. "Or better yet, take your time. You look pretty above me"
“Unbelievable!” you huffed, scrambling to your feet and straightening your dress.
You weren’t sure what his spell had done, but you refused to stick around and find out. “Let’s go, Win!” you called out to your date as you walked over to him.
You grabbed his hand, attempting to pull him away, but he didn’t budge. Confusion washed over you as you looked up at his face, searching for clarity in his eyes. “Win, what’s wrong?” you inquired, only to find a vacant stare staring back at you.
“He can’t see you,” Kun informed you as he sat up, brushing the grass from his hair with a casual nonchalance.
“You stole his vision!” you exclaimed, whipping around to face him in fury.
“No,” he corrected. “He can’t see you. No one can.”
The weight of his words hung in the air, and the vibrant sounds of the banquet felt distant. A shiver danced down your spine as dread settled in.
You don't wait for him to explain, you just bolt away. The leather of your shoes slaps rhythmically against the cobblestones as you dash out of the garden and into the main area for the banquet. Couples twirl gracefully around you, the melodic tunes the musicians play on their instruments filling the air with joy as you run and push through the crowd. True to Kun's words, no one seems to notice your presence. It’s like you had become a ghost among the living.
You make a beeline for your group of friends. “Yeri!” you shout, shaking your friend’s shoulders, but she continues to move as if she doesn’t see you. She fills her chalice with punch from the festive table, laughing with your other friend, Joy, who remains blissfully unaware of your frantic attempts to reach them.
You rush toward your favorite instructor, Ms. Huang, calling out her name, your voice straining with urgency, but she doesn’t respond. Tears begin to stream down your cheeks, ruining the lovely makeup you had painstakingly bartered for at last year’s market. This was the first chance you’d had to wear it but now it's ruined.
You step back from the courtyard in disbelief, heart racing. This couldn’t be happening.
“You don’t have to be afraid. If you’re good, I’ll think about undoing it.”
You look up to see Kun making his way through the crowd toward you. You clench the skirt of your dress in your fists before spinning and sprinting into the nearby forest.
Branches whip at your arms as you zip through the trees, thorns nipping at your skin along the way. It’s as if Kun’s voice was a haunting echo in your mind. “Don’t run little fawn, it's only going to make me want to chase you,” he taunts.
But you don’t listen. You push yourself harder, feet pounding against the ground until your lungs burn, but you keep running. You dare a glance behind you. Your heart lurches at what you see. Kun is walking toward you through the trees, but something is off. Reality seems to warp around him, and no matter how fast you run, he gets unnervingly closer.
Frantic, you turn your gaze back to the path, realizing with horror that you’re running in place. You look down and see the lower half of your body clouded in the same swirling purple smoke from Kun’s previous spell.
You curse under your breath and scream.
“Shh, now dear. It’s of no use. There is only me here,” Kun’s voice comes directly behind you, his breath warm against your neck as he perches his chin on your shoulder.
“Undo this!” you grit out through clenched teeth
Kun pulls away and walks in front of you, his expression shifting. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to make you mine? Do you know how many nights I’ve lost sleep, dreaming about what I would finally say to you? And it was all for naught because you still didn’t pick me.”
“I’m sorry, but this is not the way! Do you truly think I will love you now? After all this!” You ask in disbelief.
He tilts his head thoughtfully, then settles on an answer. “But you have no choice.”
“Says who? What are you going to do? Cast a love spell on me?” you fire back, bitterness lacing your words. “You’re pathetic.”
Kun quirks an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing across his face. “I never said that. I want you to love me, it’s true, but I want you to do it of your own accord.”
“Never. Going. To. Happen,” you punctuate each word with venom.
Kun’s smile grows soft with a deceptive charm. “Well, that's too bad, because a kiss between two lovers is the only way to break this curse.” He shrugs playfully. “I mean, I love you, so we’re already halfway there.”
With a wave of his hand, the purple magic around your legs dissipates. You fall to your knees, disbelief crashing over you like a wave.
cw: dubcon, more angsty idk, reader and kun are implied to have a LEGAL age gap, riding, maybe a sir kink, kun uses “sweetie” “sweetheart” etc etc on reader, lots of praising coming from kun too.
side note : I think I made kun praise the reader more than they actually fucked so urm.. uhhhhhhhh 👁👁
extra : I remember when my elementary music teacher told me I had long hands and I would be a great piano player.
extra extra : I used the word fucking and eyes too much for my liking.
apart of the nct corny porn plots series!
“how about you play this?”
once you hummed at kun's recommendation, he grabbed the music packet and set it in front of you. intently watching him place his finger on the cnote then drag it to the rest of the notes then stop it right at the dash.
“see this,” he tapped at d in between the a and f. “this is where you get really..” kun tries to express it with his hands but he places his hand on his thick thighs in defeat. “overwhelmed..” he finished with a sigh, he met eyes with you but you really met eyes with a key on the far end.
you simply nodded with a short-lived smile, his eyes narrowed in confusion before he tilted his head and nudged your shoulder. “come on, give me a real answer..” kun kept on nudging it until you grinned, he suspects that you're distant and jittery because of the death of your previous instructor but it's really because of how fucking sexy he was omg you wanted a slice of THAT.
“also, keep your wrists forward..” HE FUCKING GRABBED YOUR WRIST AND AND AND AND AND FUCKING POINTED IT FORWARD but lightly and hesitantly as if he was scared to break you, his hands were coarse but comfortably soft. “don't hunch,–” he mocked your stature right before you realized and straightened it.
“don't worry, you're doing much better than usual..” kun muttered, giving you a coy smile to somehow pay off his passive aggressive comment.
you started to play the familiar tune of the sonata, your mind trying to drift from the lingering touch on your waist. one part of your mind focused on moving away from his intruding hands; your spine angling uncomfortably to the left. the other on your frolicking fingers on the arrays of keys, you felt yourself starting to panic but for which reason?
him or that certain section of notes coming up??
maybe you could take your mind off of it?
think about the ache of your fingers but what about the fingers creeping around & across your waist
man fuck it.
you slammed the keys with a huff before covering your face, “I can't get this if you're rubbing all over me!” you said with an irritated tone, it was more embarrassing that you described it that way.. but you still got your point out visibly based off kun's offended look.
“a real pianist w–”
“WOULDN'T BE DISTURBED BY LITTLE THINGS LIKE THAT, OKAY I GET IT!” you snapped, standing up from the ottoman then slapping your hands to your sides; your fist balling together slowly. kun stared at your stiff figure with a sigh, but his eyes mused at your pouty lips; he yearned to finally kiss them.. but that's a little.. weird, isn't it?
“my apologies, maybe we need a break?” he suggested in a murmur, trying to hide his smile as he tapped a key lightly but the piano never emitted a sound. the tension was palpable and kun was sure that he'll make it boil over but.. to his liking. no matter what he had to do.
you took a breather, were you more overwhelmed about his absolute SEXINESS OMG YOU WANTED TO FUCK OMFGGGGG or about the piano piece? it was–
“now let's try that again, yeah?” his head peaked out of your peripherals, his eyes filled with some sort of mysterious enthusiasm. as if you were in some sort of illusion, you sat back down. “that's more like it..” kun whispered, his shoulder nudged against yours unintentionally. you didn't notice how the side of your knees were touching, your forearms nearly touched with every movement. freaky ass bitch...
once you were calm, you started playing again. his eyes intently watching your concentrated expression; how your eyes squinted at some points, your jaw clenching once you got to that one sixteenth note that bothered you two weeks prior.
“you're doing really well..” kun reassured, his breath was caught in his throat once he felt a tension at the base of his length with every move of your fingers.
man.. that third note kinda hit different this time..
after finishing, you haven't realized that you were sweating until you pulled your hands from the board. goddamn bitch, you were out of breath?!
kun stood up adruptly with a contempt sigh, brushing your sweaty forehead once you looked at him. you felt kun's hand quiver against your hairline before it felt to his waist, the silence was heavy and ominous. you couldn't even bother to make eye contact with him because of the goosebumps that tingled on the side of your neck. he literally wouldn't stop staring; he probably wasn't even blinking oh my fucking god.
after the sequence of silence, he finally said, “you did great today, sweetheart..” he complimented, hoisting you up by your arms into a hug. kun relished in the feeling of your warm skin against his cold own. “m’ so proud of you..” he whispered the praise into your ear, his lips grazed your lobe.
“I think you deserve an award, hmm?” kun seducted you, the familiar warmth and prickle of goosebumps followed up your neck.
“urm, what?!” you accidentally yelled, turning the tension cold. “huh?” kun said before pulling back, his face contorted in confusion as if he didn't do all that and a bag of chips. he quickly composed himself with a deep breath and clearing of his throat once he noticed your expression still remained angered, frustrated and overall fucking CONFUSED? I MEAN LIKE?!!
he totally got lost in the moment, kun needed to realize that he was your instructor and nothing more. not a lover. it hurt that you didn't see him like that and that you'll never understand how bad he wanted to embrace your warmth and revel in the feeling of the succulent plumpness of your lips. but he couldn't and he shouldn't.
“don't fucking act stupid!” your pent-up irritation scorched kun's frangible heart. “I know, I know, I fucking know!” his hand slammed an array of keys before he rubbed his forehead with a sigh. kun's hand perched on his hip before he looked back up at you, his deep brown eyes teary with hurt.
“I've tried so hard to keep us two platonic in some sort but I just can't do it! you're too much..” his forehead lines frowned in distress whilst his index and thumb met the inner corner of his eyes.
“I mean, I really wanna help you but at the same time, I-I just can't help myself.” he concluded with a restraint tone, his hand unintentionally slamming against the keys again but he found leverage on the top of the piano.
kun let out a throaty sigh once your eyebrows finally rested, “l-let's just continue,okay?” his eyes fell to the ground before he sat back down and you only followed; you didn't want to hurt him further.
once your fingers settled on the keys, your eyes managed to zone in on his heavy ass erection.
just look away, not at his jawline.. look away, maybe at his nose?! maybe at the outline of his maybe soft lips.. MAYBE AT THAT ONE MOLE UNDER HIS EYE?!! MAYBE THE MOLE THAT'S PEEKING OUT OF HIS OPEN BUTTON UP SHIRT?!!! MAYBE OR MAYBEEEE—
“okay- I—” you stood up with your hand on your forehead but immediately moved it away once it reminded you of him. nearly regurgitating the smoothie you chugged 12 hours ago that kun COINCIDENTALLY bought you, you managed to keep your stern authority.
but it completely faltered once he stood up too.
your hand surprisingly caught you, using the side of the piano. “just give me another chan–” he paused his soon series of pleads once he noticed that you shook your head, “it's fine, I'm just..” you trailed off, eyeing kun's erection for a second before looking back up at his eyes; they held some sort of.. weird.. erotic.. vibe to it..
“at this point, it's whatever you decide.”
“decide what?”
“if you wanna go home or to continue our lesson.” he said simply. “I'm just going to teach you.. nothing more.” kun suggested with some sort of grudge behind his words.
“I mean.. you're fine–I'm fine.. I mean– fuck, I'm so over this!” you cowered into your quaking palms before kun's hands (which you now noticed were abnormally larger than yours) pulled them away with a reassuring smile, it was like he was taunting you.. along with his dimples that poked inward.
“how about we just finish our lesson?” he sounded like a fucking robot, you hated it.. hated the fact that he was fucking ignoring that he was messing with you in the beginning of this bitchass lesson, the “sweethearts” “sweeties” that you had to deal with, his touches, his smile, his dimples, his lips, his hands,
just fucking everything, you hated him.
it wasn't a hate, you loathed him.
“stop acting like everything's okay! it's not.”
“well fine then!” he snapped, causing you to jolt lightly. “you have driven me insane since the first week I've even taught you.. I always tried to keep my feelings at bay just so I could fulfill your dream or whatever the hell and help you get over the death of your first instructor.. it hurt so bad when I saw you crying after our first day together.. I tried so fucking hard to be there for you.. provide for you and you just don't meet me in the middle, you've never even thought or bothered to even meet me in the middle either. and it's the bare minimum.” kun's tone died down towards the end, veins sprawled up his forearm as his hand clenched and unclenched with every word that seemed to be forced out of his throat, his eyes filled with some sort of animosity and longing at the same time.
“your naïvety makes my heart hurt so bad.. you just don't understand.” kun's voice strained, his arms flailed to his sides in distress, “you're just so irresistible— it feels weird that I even think about you like that but it's just..” he trailed but the rest of his sentence died in his throat, kun's distraught eyes stayed on the piano; his unshed tears bordered at his waterline shining from the warm lamp.
“I just want the best for you, and I believe that the best is with me.” kun came forward, your eyes followed his hand grasping your fingers quite awkwardly. you look up at him, your eyes were lost, confused and honestly baffled like that whole speech just for him to finally get pussy like hello?!
kun suddenly reached for his zipper simultaneously, his ample cock finally being freed from the suffocating confines of his trousers. but your conscience told you that you'll regret this and that something was off and that this was weird and wro— “sweetheart, be good for me alright..” the cool brass of his rings tingled your face once he gripped your jawline, a sardonic smile splayed on his face.
“kun, seriously–” he ignored your concern as he harshly yanked and tore the waistband of your pants to your knees. your heart raced anxiously, but for what? something about him just intimidated you towards borderline fear.
“just tell me what you want.” kun gripped your waist urgently, his fingernails digging into your skin causing you to wince. “come on now, just give in.” he allured you further, his eyes searching yours for any sort of deceit before his hungry lips practically swallowed yours. yes, his lips were actually soft but he gave too much tongue and it made you nearly recoil everytime he would nudge your tonsil.
kun quite literally tackled you to the ottoman, the warmth of his crotch swept through the butterflies in your stomach and straight towards your cewchie. without any effort, he placed your legs around his hips before pushing down his boxers. the heat emanating from his cock along with the weight of his tip on your clit alone was terrifying, “I don't think I could–” you wept, your imploring orbs meeting his deep-set ones.
“I think you could, I believe you could.. be brave for me, alright?” kun coaxed you while yanking your panties down, overstretching the hem a bit. kun groaned at the sight of your slick that glistened in the light, his tip slipped in between your folds; causing a full body shock to rack through him. “so fucking wet for me, hmm?” kun chimed, that same smile that made you nauseous appeared once more.
“you're s’ pretty, you know that?” you moaned when his pointer tugged at your clit playfully, a warm blob of precum slid to your hole. the head of his cock circled your sopping hole before he slid in easily with the aid of your arousal. your back arched at the unbearable stretch, your hands clawed and tore at his back as he tried to not simply cum over the unsteady pulsating of your walls.
“I fucking swear– just– fuck..” kun huffed, his dark brows furrowed in reluctance and concentration. agonizingly slow, he steadied his thrusts to be short; his tip nudging at your cervix. “you feel so fucking good–” kun said breathlessly, you winced once he slid out with an arousing pop before he sat up. “need you to ride me, alright? I don't think I'll control myself..” he shook his head with defeat, his collar bones sheened with sweat.
“sir– I don't–” he lazily smiled with a sigh and Pat to your thigh, “come on now..” he leaned back, his length twitching against his belly button like an invitation. you nodded hesitantly before straddling his lap, looking down at his length; your stomach dropped but once you took a deep breath, you were probably fine.. for now.
“breathe, princess..” he murmured against your jawline, your lips contorting in an attempt to take his wide tip but your hole only fluttered it out. “fuck– seriously I–” you screeched when kun suddenly shoved you down, tears jumping from your eyes in heavy blotches. you couldn't even bother to make eye contact with him, his eyes were hazed over with full lust.
his big hands grasped your hips as he maneuvered you on his cock, breathy gasps leaving him and whimpers leaving yours. “taking me so well, doll..” he praised you before leaving kisses upon your neck, suckling at some point as the taste of salt from sweat and tang of perfume mingled on his tongue.
the pace you set was obnoxiously slow for kun.. he knew that you were holding back or just not putting your all into it.. he scrutinized you again, your plush but yet tense thighs, your shut eyes unleashing bits of tears.
fuck you were going to be the death of him.
with every bounce on his lap, both of your pre-releases smacked around between you two. your inner thighs were uncomfortably sticky and irritated but the pleasure that coursed through your lower region aided a bit. kun's hips suddenly thrust upward, his hips now meeting yours in sync; causing you to squeal into your hand.
“baby, you could go a bit faster.. come on now..” he really only said that because his release was practically around the corner, he was sure that you could tell from his tensing thighs and twitches of his aching length stealthed in your warmth. kun's eyes rolled back to his skull once you clenched around him again, his hips stuttering additionally with a slap to your ass.
“don't do that baby..” kun heaved, looking down at the mess under you then up at you with eastern european gay porn sadness in his eyes. his clammy hands slide to your thighs whilst you rest your hands on the hook of his shoulders, he suddenly reached a relentless pace; the ottoman squeaking ever so lightly under you both.
“m’ gonna cum...” you mustered a murmur, mixed with a sob. there was only a squelching and smacking that resounded throughout the room, your abdomen caved before you yelped and fell lax into kun's arms with a heave.
“with me, okay?–” his doe eyes pleaded with you, his cock shooting rounds of precum that made your clit swirl. “with me, fuck you're so–..” he shut himself up with another peck to your lips. coincidentally, his thumb applied pressure right at your clit; your fingers tapped at his back once the pressure started to sting.
he suddenly released, his cum combining with the leaking trail of all sorts of releases down your thighs. his chest raising up and down in a tired rhythm against your cheek, his cock releasing wave after wave of his essence until it became droplets. kun eventually pulled out of you and pulled you off of him effortlessly, your head banged on the piano keys though.
cursing to himself, he pulled your head onto his chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. you looked up at him and giggled, kun stared in confusion at your hysterical laughter before you suddenly bit the tip of his nose. it was just something you always wanted to do.
kun immediately covered his nose with a hiss and you weirdly tasted chocolate and then there was a crunch.. “uncover your nose..?” you asked, he shook his head aggressively before you simply just pulled his hands away.
you gasped, he was made of white chocolate..? there was also bits of oreos you tasted also.. that's why his cum had a weird consistency..
“you're made of white chocolate, ew..” kun pouted at your comment before biting your shoulder, you were caramel flavoured. biting his ear lobe, kun pushed you away with an honestly cute angry face. kun then bit you and then you bit him and you ended up eating the top half of his head to his eyes and he ate one of your titties and a bit of your shoulder.
both of you had to go into hiding until you were able to go back into society, kun was blind and you were lopsided. you felt bad that he always had to grip the walls to find his way around the house, always having to touch your missing tittie to make sure it was you.
so you decided to push that whole “I'll love you for all of you even the missing parts” standard away and started venturing out everyday throughout the coco woods and choco lakes, you came back with tubs of the cocoa confection just so you could perfectly sculpt your lover's face back.
Word Count: 931
Summary:He has always been careful. Always distant.
But tonight, something is different.
Pairing: Kun X Reader
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The moonlight casts silver ribbons over the endless horizon, painting Kun’s face in a glow too ethereal for someone burdened by eternity. He stands at the edge of a cliff, where the wind howls like the ghosts of years past—years he has lived, years I have spent by his side.
I take a step closer, the crunch of gravel beneath my boots too loud in the silence. He doesn’t turn. He knows I’m here. He always does.
“How long has it been?” His voice is steady, quiet. It carries the weight of centuries.
“Three hundred years, give or take.” My fingers twitch at my side, aching to reach for him. “Do you ever lose count?”
“Sometimes.” He exhales, and it’s not just air he releases—it’s time, longing, regret. “But I never forget you.”
His words burrow deep, sinking into the cracks of my being where love festers like a wound. I have fought wars for him, faced the wrath of kings, watched empires rise and fall—always at his side, always his protector.
Always the one who failed.
No matter what I do, the curse remains unbroken. A thousand spells, a hundred prophecies, a lifetime of searching for answers, and still, he lingers, unaging, untouchable by death. And I—just as cursed in my own way—remain bound to him, watching the centuries etch sorrow into his eyes.
And yet, my greatest sin is this: I no longer search for a way to free him.
Because with every passing year, my love for him grows. And if his curse is eternal life, then mine is the unbearable truth—I do not want to lose him.
“Kun…” My voice wavers. I want to tell him. I want to confess the weight of this love, the selfishness of my heart.
But before I can, he finally turns to face me, and whatever I was about to say dies on my tongue. His gaze is soft, unreadable, yet there’s something there—something unspoken, something waiting.
“I don’t think my curse is the only one at play here,” he murmurs, stepping forward, his presence wrapping around me like a whisper of warmth. “Maybe… we’re both trapped.”
His hand brushes against mine. Just barely. Just enough for me to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he already knows the truth.
The night air feels heavier now, charged with something unspeakable, something neither of us dares to name. Kun’s fingers barely graze mine, but even that fleeting contact sends shivers up my spine.
He has always been careful. Always distant.
But tonight, something is different.
“You think we’re both cursed?” My voice is barely above a whisper. “You, bound to eternity. Me, bound to you.”
Kun tilts his head slightly, studying me as though searching for an answer in my face. Or perhaps, searching for a truth he already knows.
“I’ve thought about it for centuries,” he says at last. “Why you? Why must you be the one to protect me? Why does time refuse to take you, when every other mortal has long since turned to dust?”
The question lingers between us like a breath of cold wind. It is not the first time he has asked it, but it is the first time I hear it laced with something else—something dangerously close to hope.
I swallow hard. “You think my fate is tied to yours.”
Kun nods. “Or maybe you are my fate.”
My heart stumbles over itself, the weight of those words pressing down on me, threatening to pull me under. For three hundred years, I have watched him endure an existence that no one should have to bear. I have fought alongside him, bled for him, suffered for him. And in return, I have fallen into something deeper than devotion.
I have fallen in love with him.
And love, I fear, is just another curse neither of us can escape.
I take a step closer, my breath catching as Kun doesn’t move away. The space between us is thin—so thin that if I reached out, I could touch him. But I don’t. Not yet.
“Kun,” I whisper. “What if the curse has already been broken?”
His brows furrow slightly, confusion flickering in his gaze. “What do you mean?”
“What if it was never about breaking it?” I murmur, pulse hammering in my ears. “What if it was about understanding it?”
His lips part slightly, but he says nothing.
“You have lived for centuries, and I have stayed by your side,” I continue, each word trembling on my tongue. “I’ve searched for answers, for spells, for miracles. But what if the only reason I have never found a way to free you is because… I didn’t truly want to?”
Silence. Heavy. Suffocating.
And then—Kun lifts a hand, hesitates, then cups my cheek with the gentlest touch.
“You’re saying…” His thumb brushes lightly over my skin, his eyes searching mine. “That you love me too much to let me go?”
The truth tastes like fire on my tongue.
“Yes.”
Kun’s breath hitches, and for the first time in three hundred years, I see something in him I have never seen before.
Longing.
He exhales softly, his forehead pressing against mine. “Then maybe that is my real curse,” he whispers. “Not eternity. Not immortality. But loving you in a world where time does not belong to me.”
The stars above us burn bright, but nothing in this world, nothing in all of existence, burns as fiercely as the way he looks at me now.
INCLUDES: vampire!Kun X fem!reader, choking, TW mentioning of blood, SMUT, swearing, cock warming, slightly jealous kun, use of Chinese endearments (baby & darling), pet names, kun in the photos above is the kun in this fic because he looks too yummy
wc: 1.5k
a/n: yet to be proofread. MINORS DNI.
his eyes refused to leave your sleeping figure as he walked into your shared bedroom. a smirk on his lips as he walks towards you, slipping into the bed next to you. despite being asleep, you could feel an instant warmth as he wrapped his arms around you.
contrary to belief, vampires weren’t ice cold and could actually sleep. which, rightfully, surprised you when kun had explained to you that twilight and the vampire diaries weren’t an exact picture of how vampires are. although he had said the vampire diaries was probably the closest.
kun smiled to himself as he felt you scoot closer towards him and hum quietly. “kun?” you whisper as you slowly wake up from your sleep. you slowly open your eyes to see him looking down at you, his eyes glowing a soft golden brown.
“baobei” kun dragged out softly, as his hands gripped your waist. you blink up at him and rake your eyes over his facial features, seeing his fangs you instantly know what he needs.
you nodded softly and move your head to the side to allow him access to your neck. hesitantly he looks at you to see if there was any sign of discomfort. seeing nothing but a small twinkle in your eyes he leans forward.
kun’s lips kiss softly at the side of your neck before he bites at the point in your neck where it meets your shoulder. you release a quiet moan and move your left hand to grip the nape of his neck.
kun loved spending moments like these with you, wrapped in each other's arms as you showed your trust in him.
however, there was something different with the way you tasted tonight. “baobei” kun drawled out in a low growl as he pulls away from your neck. you hum in reply and stare at him as his eyes change into a fiery red.
“suan mei tang” he comments as he drawls his pointer finger from your chin all the way down to the hem of the black silk shorts you were wearing. his eyes following his hand as yours scan his face.
“who were you drinking with, hmm?” his hands were quick to move you onto his lap, a gasp leaving your lips as he did so. “i could smell his appalling scent as soon as i walked into the house, baobei.” he taunted while moving your hips slowly against his.
“kun” his name leaves your lips in a drawn-out whine as he moves his own hips up into your clothed heat. “why was chenle alone with you, doll? hmm?” his tone taunting as he looks up at you with his eyebrows raised and a sick smile on his lips.
you grip kun’s thick silver chain, to gain some sort of leverage. kun’s hands are quick to undo his belt and push his pants down just enough so his cock can spring free. he wastes no time and rips your shorts down your legs, basking in the fact that you’re bare under the silky fabric.
“baobei was expecting me to come home and fuck you senseless, yeah? is that why you let chenle trample all around the house? just to make sure i came home pissed?” his fingers shamelessly either kneading the skin of your thighs or rubbing through your slick folds.
“kun, please” you moan out quietly, his smirk returning as he watches you move your hips against your fingers. “hmm, gotta give my qinai de something, shouldn’t i?” nothing but teasing in his tone as you watch his eyes turn into a blood red.
kun presses the tip of his cock with his thumb before pumping his thick girth a couple of times. he taps the sides of your thighs, signalling you to lift yourself up just enough for him to slide his length into you.
after adjusting to his size you begin to move only for kun to instantly grip your hips and stop your movements. “uh uh, not so fast, doll. you gotta stay still for me or i’m gonna have to stop everything.”
“you think you can sit still for me, baobei?” kun leans forward, his left hand on the side of your neck. you nod, clenching around him just to see what he’ll do.
kun tsks and moves his left hand to grip your throat. “what did i say, doll? already cock dumb and we haven’t done anything yet.” he’s quick to dive straight into your neck, leaving butterfly kisses and licks here and there before digging his fangs into your neck without warning.
a loud moan cuts through the quiet room as the grip on your throat tightens, making a gasp of pleasure leave your lips. kun pulls away from your neck, blood on his lips. his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips before he pulls you in for a kiss.
his tongue barging through your lips and battling with yours as his hand leaves your throat only to slide down your chest and grip your left boob. kun hums into the kiss, moving away from your lips just enough to whisper against your lips. “move baobei, fuck me the way you wanted to when i slipped into bed.”
not needing to be told twice, your hips rolled against kun’s. moans escaping both yours and kun’s lips. “f-fuck kun! please!” you whine as your hands rest on his shoulders, bouncing as fast and hard as you can manage.
“come on, baobei. i know you can do better than this.” kun taunts, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his hooded eyes take in your figure. hating the fact that you were wearing one too many items of clothing, he gripped the black silk shirt in his fingers and rips it open and relished in the view of your tits bouncing in his face.
you slip the shirt off of you and throw it somewhere behind you. your hands find their way to kun’s chest where you rip open his shirt in turn of him ruining your shirt. Kun moves to take his shirt off but your hands grip his.
“n-no, keep it on” you moan and trail your hands down his bare chest and abs, feeling him tense under your touch. a high-pitched gasp that kun knows all too well leaves your lips before you fall forward into kun’s chest.
“giving up already, hmm?” he tuts as his arms pull you as close as he possibly can. kun plants his feet flat onto the bed and thrusts into you at a pace you knew you couldn’t last too much longer in.
“doing so well for me, doll. made just f’me” kun mumbles against the skin of your shoulder, quiet moans and groans leaving his lips as he continues fucking into you.
you feel yourself beginning to teeter on the edge of your orgasm, reaching your hand between your and kun’s bodies you begin rubbing circles on your clit making you push into kun further. kun chuckles at your actions but soon throws his head back at the lewd sounds of his cock ruining you.
“cum for baobei, cum all over my cock. mark it as yours.” kun growls as he holds you tighter and begins pounding into you. a loud moan that sounded almost like a scream left your mouth as you felt the band snap, squirting all over kun as he chases his own high.
kun holds you to him as he rides you both through your orgasms. you both stay in each other’s warmth while trying to catch your breath for a couple of minutes.
kun grips your face in his hands and pushes the hair stuck to your forehead back as he gazes into your eyes. “you okay, my love?” his brows draw together as he awaits your reply. you smile softly up at him, so in love with him it was almost painful the way your heart raced for him.
“i’m perfectly fine.” you say softly. kun hums and pulls out of you gently before sweeping you into his arms. Buckling his pants up with one hand he carried you to the bathroom. he kicks the door open and gently places you on the counter.
he places a soft kiss on your lips then walks away to turn the faucet for the bathtub on. while he fiddles around with the temperature of the water and the bubbles you can’t help but stare at his side profile.
his sharp jawline, the curve of his plump lips, his tousled dark blue hair, the tick silver chain hanging from his neck, his chest and abs that were on display, the red tint on his cheeks as he catches you staring at him.
“why’re you staring, doll?” he asks quietly as he picks you up and places you carefully into the bathtub. you smile cheekily up at him and love the way his eyes glow a soft golden brown again.
“was just thinking about how i’m so lucky you’re all mine.” kun wholeheartedly laughs at your response and places a kiss on the top of your head. “i am all yours, aren’t i?” he smiles and sits down on the side of the tub.
you could never get over the feeling of being with him and him loving you.
in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering.
Kun had pretty much given up on a love life as soon as he hit the age of 27. His last two relationships had lasted less than half a year, every time he’d try to start a romantic relationship or even a flirtationship it would devolve into a disaster.
So, when he was approached to become the private Pilot for a mafia, he felt that he had no reason to say no. He had some friends, but there was no one at home for him to put at risk. The pay was stellar, and frankly it offered enough thrill and a sense of community that the bad parts seemed so small in comparison.
“So Mark’s partner…?” Kun let his question hang, and knew from his co-pilots silence that his suspicions were confirmed. They were flying a few mafia members back from a small trip they made. “He should have taken out those construction members,” Kun sighed. He felt bad, of course, that Mark was now alone, but Kun couldn’t fathom having a partner and putting them at risk like that.
“Well, no way Mark will ever not complete an assignment now,” Yangyang sighed. Upon landing, Kun was always the last one to disembark and leave the plane, making sure that any names were scrubbed off the books and no one left anything behind. He never wore a uniform since he was a private pilot, but he always brought his cap with him for good luck, so he slipped the cap back on as he made his way through the airport.
The terminal he had left from was fairly empty, most other aircrafts having recently taken off. He was alone. And he was okay with that.
“You did so good, sweetheart!” Kun heard a soft voice chirp. He glanced over his shoulder, backpack swinging as he saw you crouched down, meeting the eyes of a small child that was crying.
“I don’t ever want to fly again,” they cried, and your face contorted into a frown.
Instinctively, Kun moved towards you. You looked up confused as he knelt next to you, already taking out the small weighted baggie in his pockets.
“Did this little hero just make it through their first flight?” he asked, smiling widely. He was gorgeous, you thought to yourself. Insanely so. And he was so sweet to your sister’s kid, making the sad child cheer up as soon as they laid eyes on the small pilot wings pin pilots give to kids going on their first flights.
“Thanks again, that was very sweet,” you hummed, walking out of the airport with Kun and the child’s hand squeezed tightly in your own. “This little one is visiting me for the week so I’m glad we got to get rid of the tears.”
Kun didn’t know why he offered to walk you two to your car, or why he asked for your number, but everytime he learned something new about you he fell more and more- and all that did was terrify him.
