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pairing: wong kunhang x fem!reader (oc) genre&au(s): fluff, humor, best friend!au, high school!au warnings: n/a length: 0.2k words

[7:45 am]— best friend!Kunhang slapped the hood of his car, leaning his hip against it, and crossed his arms. “Come on, Y/N, we’re going to be late!”

I took a sip of coffee from a mug branded by a random American basketball team, leaning against the door frame, dressed simply in a pair of sweatpants and my favorite sweatshirt. I looked like I had just rolled out of bed, which I had since Kunhang took it upon himself to be my personal alarm.

“I’m not going to school today!” I yelled across my front yard. “I don’t feel well!” I faked a cough.

“Well, then, I don’t feel well either!” He doubled over, cradling his stomach, and staggered across the lawn. “Maybe I should come inside and rest!” He flashed me that mischievous grin I grew to know so well.

“Yeah,” I said as he stumbled through my front door, “maybe you should.”

Once I closed the door, he whirled around, suddenly in perfect health. “Whoever loses in Mario Kart has to buy lunch?”

“Oh, you’re on!”

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pairing: wong kunhang x fem!reader genre&au(s): fluff, humor, best friend!au warnings: language length: 0.1k

[3:18 pm]— “You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious.”

You shot best friend!Kunhang a glare, but the amusement in your eyes was not lost to him.

“Oh, come on.” He rolled his eyes, resting his arms on the kitchen counter and leaning forward. “You’re really going to deny the fact that I had you almost pissing your pants yesterday?”

“Okay, to be fair, I only”—you made air quotes and lowered your voice to imitate his—“‘almost pissed my pants’ because you scared Sicheng shitless in the process.”

Kunhang slumped back in his seat with a whine. “Why must you always discredit my comedy?”

“Because—as I said—you’re not funny.” You crossed your arms.

“You know you love me.”

You rubbed your temples with your thumb and index. “Unfortunately.”

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pairing: wong kunhang x fem!reader genre&au(s): fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort warnings: light mentions of mental illness length: 0.2k

[11:29 pm]— “Come lay with me.”

You crawled into boyfriend!Kunhang’s arms, nestling your head under his chin and listening to the steady beat of his heart. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his warmth and the love that festered in his being. Lying with Kunhang always made you feel safe, appreciated, adored. And when he planted a kiss on the top of your head, somehow, everything became alright.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kunhang rubbed your back lovingly, sending your brain signals that made your shoulders relax and your breathing slow.

You shook your head, closing your eyes to keep the tears at bay. Although you knew that Kunhang would never judge you or make you feel unwanted, you couldn’t fathom giving him the key to the complex being of you. Not yet, anyway.

Kunhang only hummed, placing another kiss on your head before he began to sing, making the world stop its rotation and the birds pause their songs.

And I feel life for the very first time. Love in my arms and the sun in my eyes. I feel safe in the 5am light. You carry my fears as the heavens set fire.

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pairing: wong kunhang x fem!reader genre&au(s): angst, enemies to lovers, villain!au, hero!au warnings: character death under the cut, mentions of blood (not descriptive), mentions of a knife length: 0.2k

[5:45 pm]— “No, no, no!” villain!Hendery cried, dropping the knife in his hand in his hurry to rush over to you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to always win. “Stay with me, Y/N, please.” He pulled you into his lap, cupping your tear-stained cheeks.

You could only chuckle, wincing when it hurt to even do that. You didn’t want to look at your hand, to lift it. If you saw your red-stained fingers, it would only make the inevitable even more real.

“You’ll live, right?” Hendery wiped away your tears with his calloused thumb. “You’ll be here to fight me tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was no louder than a whisper. “I’ll be here tomorrow, Hendery. I promise.” It was funny how much you hated lying to him.

“Call me Kunhang,” he whispered.

“I’ll be here tomorrow, Kunhang.” 

But you wouldn’t be. You knew that. He knew that. He had finally won. So why did the world feel like it was crushing down on him? Why did he feel like he had finally lost?