[ extras ] word count 4,55 (in total) but varies 459-639 per member. more specific warnings written b4 works, in general: petnames, guns, alochol, swearing, hunting in kun's but no blood or violence. this is set in a cowboy/ranch/wild west setting and includes slang and words inspired by those vibes <3 some are established relationship, some are not! its truly a mix n match :3
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! as i told u. its here. istg i just started w 4 members but look at me go. literally wrote 3/4 of this in one sitting (took me 4 hours lmao) i hope u enjoy!!! let me know whatchu think of this kinda,, nct u moment format :D also i still have more ideas... so lmk if youd be willing to read a pt2 w other members >_<
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┆彡 TENNESSEE WHISKEY — taeyong. includes petnames (darlin', honey, wife), alcohol consumption. word count 459.
"long day?" your voice, like the sweetest melody, brought taeyong back to reality. he was sitting slumped over the table, plans and papers scattered over the counter. the ice in his glass melted long ago, only watering down his whiskey. "you seem tuckered out."
"as hell" he replied, voice raspy. leaning on his elbows, his bloodshot eyes trailed over the schemes once again. "i sent the boys to town. 'grab food, look around' i said. and what? poor riku got his eye all swollen, chenle too. well, chenle deserved it. they caused trouble again, especially when we need to stay low" he grunted, running his fingers through his hair.
the yellow light from his lamp flickered, the only source of light in the room.
"i'm tired" he mumbled.
the soft echo of your steps sounded through the room. taeyong felt your presence behind his back.
"i know, honey" you hummed, hands resting on his shoulders. you began to massage them gently, trying to get rid of knots.
"after the train heist… i need a goddamn break. we will get enough money to survive for some time" taeyong murmured, head dropping low. he let out a slow groan, your fingers working miracles on his sore muscles. "i love those bastards but i wish we could have some time alone for more than a week."
you hummed in response, slightly increasing pressure on his neck. another satisfied groan escaped him.
"right here, darlin'" he slurred, his eyes closing.
"enough planning for today. you had a rough day, you need to rest" you leaned over and your lips were next to his ear. the faint scent of whiskey tickled your nostrils. "i can scratch your back to sleep if you want?"
"mhm…" he suppressed a yawn and shivers ran down his spine as your lips ghosted the shell of his ear. then, you gently pushed his shoulder.
"c'mon, boss. i promise you, we can spend some time alone. why don't you ask mark or johnny to take over for a month? and we'll be back. after a well deserved break" you helped him stand up, his body heavy from exhaustion and alcohol. you grabbed the plans and lead your husband to your shared bedroom.
"sounds nice…" he agreed and threw himself on the bed. you hid the plans where he always kept them — and only you knew the spot. his tired eyes watched you carefully, filled with love.
"i need my husband for myself too, y'know?" you teased before joining him in bed. you turned the light off, only the gentle light from starry sky slipping through your window.
"anything my wife wants… i will… fulfill…" the scary gang leader slurred, slumber taking over his body as your soft scratches lulled him.
┆彡 SMOKED WOOD — johnny. includes petnames (sugar, darlin', misses), suggestive. word count 614.
days on the ranch were hectic lately. the boys left a couple days ago, with their return date remaining unknown. only the youngest stayed, along with renjun, yangyang, jisung, kunhang, mark, and johnny. surprisingly, taeyong's left hand insisted on staying on the ranch. "in case any thugs come looking for trouble" he reasoned.
the memory of his words made your body react reflexively, eyes rolling and tongue clicking. as if you didn't know how to handle your guns.
johnny irritated you in general and you weren't sure why. perhaps because he was unlike others. he treated you like a lady. and among those savages, you weren't sure if that's a mocking or flattering manner. he always insisted you stayed put, out of danger. that meant doing the most boring chores.
speaking of which.
you finished your black coffee and grabbed your hat off the table. just from looking outside the window you could tell the weather was scorching hot and you didn't want to risk a sun burn. rolling your sleeves up, you left your crib.
"let's get it over with" you grunted to yourself. wood chopping was never your favorite, but you came to terms with it. you'd rather do it alone than let ryo or sakuya get hurt.
among other girls on the ranch you were the strongest. so naturally, the daunting task fell on you shoulders. on the other hand, you preferred to sweat for a little while and get your arms sore than milking cows or disposing literal shit.
if johnny had never joined, you could have been hunting with the others right now.
a rhythmic sound reached your ears. your brows furrowed, and thanks to your hat that protected your sight from the blinding sun rays, you were able to spot the source right away.
speak of the devil.
johnny was chopping wood. it made your blood boil… but it was tempered by the sight in front of you.
his bare arms. flexed and nicely toned from all the hard work he did. sweat was glistening on his honey colored skin, dripping down his forearms. in his white tank top, that was almost drenched, and allowed you to see a glimpse of his formed torso. his hair was glued to his damp forehead, which he wiped with his hand after tossing away the chopped wood.
"you look like you're about to devour me, misses"
you didn't even realize your mouth went dry and gaze turned hungry. maybe johnny wasn't so bad after all?
"i am. mind telling me why you're here? you're barkin' at a knot, suh." you approached closer, the smell of wood mixing with the smell of his sweat and cologne. his ebony eyes turned into crescents, cat-alike smirk dancing on his stupid… stupidly kissable lips…
"i'm just helpin' you out, sugar" he fiddled with the axe in his hand. you crossed your arms, cocking an eyebrow.
"no need. i can handle my wood" you barked, trying to yank the axe from him. but he was faster, sneakier. one hand swiftly grabbed both of your wrists in a tight gasp, the other ramming the axe into the tree stump. he pulled you closer, now his smell filling all your senses.
"oh i'm sure you can, darlin'" johnny hummed, eye contact so intense you thought sparks would fall. "don't strain yourself, will ya? i'd have to give you a massage"
he let go and winked before walking away. leaving you speechless, you weren't sure if the wood smelled like him or the other way around.
you decided to pour out your emotions - whether anger cracking like fire or adoration that slowly bloomed in your heart - on those wood pieces.
┆彡 SALOON FLIRT — yuta. includes petnames (darlin', doll), alcohol consumption, weapons. word count 518
tying your horse securely to a fence post, all you could think about was a cold glass of whiskey. you could almost taste the bitter, rye flavor at the tip of your tongue. you just wanted to relax after a long, tiring day of chasing cattle that this mush-head haechan let escape.
with your cowboy shoes still stained in mud and dirt, you walked into the loud and buzzing saloon. the cheerful melody that someone was playing on the piano was almost falling deaf on your ears due to the loud chatter of men inside. here and there you saw familiar faces, also resting at the end of the day.
hands in your pockets, you walked to the bar. without needing to say a word, the barman already started preparing your usual. you leaned against the counter, head hung low, hat almost falling. you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, the smell of tobacco, alcohol, and sweat filling your lungs. every muscle in your body was itching with pain and strain. oh, you sure will be sore tomorrow.
ice in the glass clanked, and you opened your eyes to see your drink. just when you were placing money on the counter, someone put their tin. you shifted your gaze and saw a handsome man with a smirk adorning his lips.
"this one's on me, darlin'" he hummed, voice deep and husky. you tipped your hat and took a sip. you could feel life flowing back into you, liquor muting the strain in your muscles. the stranger didn't peel his eyes off you for one bit. "are you new here? i haven't seen you before."
"not new, just not from around here" you replied. "could say the same about you, partner"
"pretty much the same." he shrugged, tracking the rim of his glass with his finger. a colt was sitting nicely in his holster — he must've noticed you're eyeing his weapon. "you got sand, don't ya? ogling my darlin' like that"
"i got my lover with me too" you bit back, flexing your own weapon and tossing it on the counter top. the man just scoffed, and you took another sip. "what's your name?"
"yuta" his tone was playful, his dark eyes shining with mischief. you put your gun back to your holster. with a roll of your eyes, you moved closer. "and yours, doll?"
"listen here, yuta. how 'bout that: you treat me to one or two drinks more and i show you that i ain't a doll in the slightest" you glared at him. if he wanted a fragile lady to spend a night with, he was oh so far away from that.
"bet. whatcha like? i'll pay for everything your heart desires" yuta called the barman over.
and once you were content, with whiskey running in your system, you showed yuta what you really meant.
by making him chase you on your horse, deep into the night under starry sky. townspeople thought you were a pair of looneys, yelling and laughing but no; it was just a beginning of a story of two wild hearts.
┆彡 DEER HUNTER — kun. includes petnames (doe), hunting (no explicit descriptions tho). word count 639
"are you sure about that?" kun asked, worried. you remained silent stubbornly, zipping your shoes. the cheerful yells of your companions came from outside, as if there was not a single worry in the world.
"yes, kun. i need to get some fresh air, and i need— i have to do something useful for once!" you grunted, grabbing his hat.
"but you do, you take care of the gang, and- and everyone loves your meals" he started but just let out a sigh when he saw the determined look in your eye.
"just once, kun. i know how to shoot" you grunted and your features softened upon looking into his ebony eyes. "i learned from the best, ya know?"
he just scoffed and took his hat from you, only to messily shove it onto your head. pulling it down on purpose, so it fell over your eyes.
"hey!" you yelped.
"your sugar coatin' ain't gonna do anything here. let's go. but remember, if you puke on me… i'm gonna leave you in the woods" he warned but you know well those were empty threats. he loved you too dearly.
thanks to his horse's stamina, you were on the hunting ground sooner than you expected. you observed as he traced the trail, fingers shoving away fallen leaves.
"see here? a deer was nearby." kun pointed at the fresh tracks and bite marks on some plants. "stay low and follow me"
you fixed you bow on your back and crouched down. the breeze was pleasant and hopefully helped mask your scent. kun would stay focused on hunting down the deer, but occasionally looked back through his shoulder to check up on you. finally, he froze. hiding behind a bush, he grabbed your hand and pointed at something.
"look" his voice was barely a whisper.
there it was.
a cute, pretty doe. white spots on her fur made it easier to spot it. she peacefully gnawed on grass, unaware of what's about to happen. you reached for your bow and as silently as you could, you drew it. the feather fletching gently tickled your cheek as you aimed. kun was watching you closely, syncing his breathing with yours.
your blood was rushing, primal instincts suddenly awaking. you released the arrow.
the air was cut with a swish! but… the arrow landed in the ground, mere centimeters from your prey. it hopped away, startled.
"damn it" you grunted through your teeth, lowering your bow. then, you landed a punch on kun. "why didn't ya tell me i will miss?"
''what's the point of learning if you don't discover the mistakes yourself?" he laughed.
"i'm gonna hunt you! hunt you and chop, and serve for dinner tonight!" you threatened him through giggles, shoving yourself onto him. kun played along, flipping you onto the ground in no time.
"yeah? i'd like to see you try!" he snickered, tossing your bow aside. the ground was cold, leaves rustling underneath your back and dirt covering your clothes but you didn't care. wrapping your legs around his hips, you pulled him closer, small branches cracking nearby.
"take this, hunter!" you teased and in one swift move, nibbled at his ear. kun let you play and squirm, trying to release from his grip. but just when you thought you can flip him over again, he leaned in and started pressing hot kisses along your jawline, down to your neck and your collarbone. this left you speechless.
"i think i win this one, my pretty doe" he hummed, looking at you through his hooded eyes. you were breathing heavily whereas he didn't seem to break a sweat. a playful smirk danced on his lips as he stood up and reached out his hand to help you. "now, let's try again. we ain't comin' back until you hunt somethin' for real."
┆彡 GUNS'N'ROSES — sicheng. includes guns, shooting. word count 463.
the soft click of a gun reloading made sicheng's skin crawl, instantly making him freeze even before hearing the order:
"don't move one inch, rascal"
his heart was thumping in his chest like a stallion galloping through fields. it was not supposed to look like that.
"turn around, will ya?"
he did, painfully slowly. hands in the air, teeth clattering. when he did and saw you, his eyes widened.
"don't act surprised, partner. you thought could trespass freely? well, maybe if you were a sheep, i'd let you go" you grunted, let letting go your shotgun, still aimed at him. "you ain't a sheep but you sure do look like a scared deer!"
his eyes were wide, truly scared and limbs trembling like an animal caught in a trap. he was speechless, just staring.
admiring your beauty.
ever since he saw you in that saloon, he fell head over heels. he was not used to women like you, though. living in a small town, nowhere near open fields and mean cowgirls like you.
snarly, wild, dangerous… currently pointing a gun at him.
and he swore he just fell more.
"i'm talking to you!" you grunted, after your question fell deaf on his ears. you aimed at the sky and fired a warning shot, sicheng letting out a scared yelp. his body jerked, chest moving up and down maniacally.
you're crazy. actually lunatic!
"i'll ask one last time and you better listen up close: what are you doing on my ranch?" you snarled, the sound of reloading your gun making shivers run down his spine.
"i– well, um, i figured i… i pay you a visit! i've got you somethin'" sicheng wasn't even sure if you understood him through his clattering teeth.
you seemingly did, as you pointed with your gun at his hand.
"r-right, this! i got you this!" he grinned, finally remembering the rose he brought you. it was one hell of a ride to get it, he had to pay–
"drop it on the ground and leave unless you want a hole in your head" you said calmly, the corner of your lips twitching subtly.
he did and swallowed, wide eyes still glued to you.
"shoo! you got a death wish or somethin'?" you yelled out and sicheng ran off with a yelp.
he heard you laughing. he turned around to take a peek – you were now holding the rose in your hand… and laughing.
he took it as a good sign. maybe next time–
a loud bang, and pieces of ground and small rocks splattered next to him. a warning shot that landed mere millimeters next to his feet.
"yeah, yeah, i'm goin' now!" he yelled out and decided not to tempt the devil anymore.
he'll be back next week.
┆彡 BEEF JERKY — jeno. mention of alcohol, word count 471
"are you sure you wanna do this, sugar?" you teased, your hand resting above your eyes to block the sun. jeno nodded almost maniacally, more ready than ever.
finishing chewing up on your beef jerky, you just shrugged.
"why are we doing it, again?" you asked, finally reaching for your lasso
"so you could train your skills on a living target" jeno replied. right.
as if you're not the best at handling the herd. but jeno is pretty new around here, having joined just two months ago. he hasn't seen you in action yet — and who are you to turn down an opportunity to tie down and embarrass a man?
a big, beefed man at that.
the salty aftertaste of dried meat in your mouth made you lick the cavern of your lips, tsking your tongue at the end.
"fine by me" you hummed, gripping your lasso. you stretched it loose and held the end in your non dominant hand. the ending with the loop rested in your other one.
"what on earth are you doing? do you want to kill the guy?" haechan's voice was amused.
"good, we have a crowd. now watch and learn, everybody." you grinned at winked at jeno.
he started to regret his idea. what did haechan mean by that, exactly?
"are you just gonna stand there, fool?" you yelled out, starting to whip your lasso. drawing bigger and bigger circles in the air, jeno's throat began to go dry.
"i advise you to run while you still can!" haechan laughed.
jeno's legs jerked involuntarily, carrying him as far away as they could.
whiiiiiiiiiiiiish!
harsh restraint suddenly gripped him, bringing his arms together. like a tied piece of meat, he couldn't budge. but he could still run, as his legs remained free.
"you think… you can… run?" you breathed out, digging your heel in the sand. he had strength. but no balance.
so with a sudden, forceful tug, he fell in a heap with a thud. the lasso bruising his bare arms, he felt himself getting dragged closer. you struggled a bit, he was a muscular man after all.
"holy shit, he fell faster than mark after a sip of bourbon!" haechan called, and jeno could swear the ringing in his ears might not be his imagination.
you walked up closer to him, leaning over and checking up on him.
and this fool was smiling.
"oi, you need help? did y/n cause you trouble?" you heard johnny's voice.
"don't save him!" you replied, grabbing him by his shirt. his eyes were focused on you, that stupid grin asking to be teared off his face. "he's exactly where he wants to be!"
with a snort, you stood up and left him. mid-bite on your beef jerky, you heard him yell:
"wait, can we do it again?"
┆彡 WILD RIDE — sion. includes petnames (kinda? good girl lol), horse riding - bare in mind im no specialist so if any horse enjoyers sense some bullshit. no u didnt. word count 567
sion had an awful, gut wrenching crush on you. it didn't help that he was shy as hell, trying to occupy his mind with something else. every time he saw you, his eyes looked away. for the past few days, you were trying to approach him. key word: tried. he always kept running away, like a scared deer.
today was hot, sun prickling at his skin. he ditched his flannel somewhere on the fence, only pulling his hat lower. the sound of his horse's scoffs were a sign of protest but he had to train her.
"i know, baby, i know. you've been causin' me trouble lately, that's why we are doin' it" he patted the animal's neck, his hips swaying rhythmically to the horse's walk rhythm.
"oh sion!"
he froze in the saddle, grip loosening on the reins. you had him caged, as he was in the training field. he looked up and saw you leaning over the fence, waving your hand at him. guess he had to face it.
slowly, trying to seem casual, he approached you. your eyes watched his horse with adoration.
"howdy, y/n." he greeted you, tipping his hat. from his horse he had a nice view. you looked so pretty, sun kissed, with a twig between your teeth. you chewed on it, eyes not leaving his horse.
"you seem to be avoiding me, oh. and i have a question" you said and finally looked up, tossing the twig somewhere in the ground. sion gulped, trying to remain calm on his horse.
"my bad. i've been busy." he offered you an apologetic smile.
"it don't matter no more. sion, can you teach me how to ride a horse? i'm ashamed to admit but… i ain't got a clue and it's embarrassing. we live on a goddamn ranch!" you grunted, pout forming on your lips. flattering your lashes, you looked him in the eye. "please?"
his horse grunted.
"fine…" sion swallowed hard. maybe it will bring the two of you closer and he will finally get to confess? hell, the bare fact of spending time alone with you was a price. "but let's start with something mild. mind opening the gate for me?"
you did so. sion left the training ground, his horse huffing again.
"stay put now." he patted her neck gently and then reached his hand out to you. "hop on. i've got you"
sion helped you get on and you were now sat in front of him. he figured you should be in a more comfortable position as he was used to it anyway.
"good girl" he grunted and blood came rushing to your cheeks. you weren't sure if he meant the horse or you, so you tried to stay calm. it was hard, though. his bare, toned arms were wrapped around you, your back glued to his chest; him basically towering over you.
sion rushed the horse and you squealed, not used to such movement.
"try to stay calm. horses can sense your feelings, fear included. try to observe how i operate and lead her. my girl's moody lately but maybe a short trip to the woods will cheer her up. hold on tight" sion said casually.
you passed by jaehee and riku, who just sent you thumbs up.
sure, their plan worked and you got what you wanted. you just weren't aware of the upcoming ride yet.
┆彡 HORSE KICK — sakuya. word count 581.
"i ain't gonna lie, i'm afeared!" sakuya trembled, looking at you with eyes wider than two plates. you fixed his hat and then moved his bangs so they wouldn't cover his eyes.
"you've got this, saku. i'll be here, i've got you covered" you hummed and patted his back, kneeling on the ground. shaping your hands into a small platform. "hop on, boy"
"are you sure…" he mumbled but obeyed, stepping on your hands. you rose them up forcefully, helping him get on the horse. it scoffed, throwing its head.
"easy boy" you grunted, patting the animal's neck. sakuya grabbed the reins and fiddled with them nervously, heart thumping against his ribcage like a prey in a trap. "all comfortable in there, partner?"
"i think so!" he replied. he wasn't used to sitting in a saddle but it wasn't halfway bad as he imagined.
"okay, now listen up real close. remain calm. horses can sense your fear and you're trembling like a wet dog" you grunted and began to walk next to them. "you're a tenderfoot now but i''ll teach you how to ride a horse like a real cowboy— woah!"
the horse started huffing and snorting, wiggling its head lively.
"hey, calm down!" you yelled.
"me or the horse?" sakuya asked, panic in his voice. all his muscles were tensed, panic written all over his face.
"ya both!" you said, trying to calm the horse down. you predicted sakuya would be nervous and for a first ride you specifically chose the calmest horse on the ranch. but he was acing up, starting to kick his back legs. "hold on tight, partner!"
"i'm trying!" sakuya screeched, his hat bouncing on his head, mere seconds from falling off. the horse began kicking harder, clearly wanting to throw the newbie off. the boy was bouncing in the saddle, grunting painfully as the jumps almost sent him flying.
quite frankly, you were shocked he was still holding on.
"y/n make it stop, please!" he whined, squeezing his eyes shut.
"well, you got your first rodeo now!" you tried to ease his nerves. you remained at a safe position, and tried to calm the horse down, talking softly to the animal: "hey, please, calm down. you're scarin' him. easy, easy boy"
it seemed to work, the horse listening and calming down gradually. once it was calm, you glanced at sakuya, his face as pale as a wall. tying the horse to the fence, you helped sakuya get off.
on his wobble legs, he immediately glued himself to you, hugging you close. patting his back gently, you realized his hat eventually did fall off.
"i'm sorry, saku, i don't know what got him so moody" you whispered, calming the boy down. you could practically feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, heavy breathing against your neck.
sakuya slowly began to relax, breath becoming more stable. he just squeezed you closer.
"it's fine, i'm in one piece" he mumbled, deep voice shaky. you caressed his dark locks in a soothing motion, glaring at the horse.
"maybe it was a bad idea. we don't have to do it no more if you're scared" you hummed. you felt him smiling against your skin.
"y'know what? i kinda liked it"
with a scoff you leaned away and scanned his face. brushing his bangs out of his eyes, which glued to his forehead with sweat. despite his body still slightly trembling, he flashed you a boyish smile.
𝜗𝜚 welcome back to the loverboy universe! meet the wayv boys -> a group of dreamers, flirts, and heartbreak survivors who think they’ve got love all figured out…until it slaps! them right in the face.
contains 18+ content
I. NO ONE BUT YOU
pairing: brokenhearted! yangyang x best friend! reader
synopsis -> after his girlfriend left him for his bestfriend, liu yangyang’s favorite coping mechanism is running to you for emotional support. every damn time he bumped into them on campus, he wore that perfect mask: a polite smile, a fake laugh, pretending he was completely fine. only to end the night crying on your shoulder, falling apart. and every single damn time — you were there. handing him tissues, listening to the same rants on repeat, cracking sarcastic jokes until he laughed through his tears…all while pretending your own heart wasn’t breaking. why couldn’t he see that the person who always understood him best had been here all along?
II. GIVE ME THAT
pairing: matchmaker! xiaojun x client! reader
synopsis -> after successfully playing cupid for his friend mark lee — xiaojun decides he’s basically a love expert. so what does he do? start a side hustle — plastering cryptic ads in the most random corners of the university, offering the services of the self-proclaimed, 100% success rate, campus matchmaker. two weeks of radio silence later, his first (and only) client calls — you. you’re exhausted from a string of situationships that never seem to graduate into actual relationships, and maybe, just maybe, this ridiculous “love expert” could help. but after a couple sessions, you start to suspect that xiaojun’s little matchmaking gig isn’t quite what it seems.
III. CALL ME
pairing: fraternity leader! hendery x sorority leader! reader
synopsis -> a dirty little secret. that’s what you and hendery have always been. your houses are bound by years of rivalry and resentment, an unwritten rule that makes what you do even more intoxicating. because behind closed doors — no one can fuck you the way hendery does. but with graduation looming and secrecy becoming harder to maintain, the question becomes impossible to ignore: will you finally defy the rivalry and admit what’s been burning between you all along, or will you keep pretending this forbidden situationship was never anything more than just fun?
authors note: this is a work of fiction only and should not be taken seriously. the way the wayv boys are portrayed in these stories are obviously not a representation of who they are in real life. thank you and have fun reading!
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Kun
You step into Kun’s apartment, the soft sunlight filtering through sheer curtains, dust motes dancing in the air. The faint smell of lavender and clean laundry makes it feel like home immediately. Three cats—Louis, Leon, and Levi—are already scattered around the room, each with their own distinct personality.
Louis, sleek and confident, perches on the windowsill, tail flicking as he watches a bird outside. Leon is curled into a tight ball on the couch, eyes narrowed, clearly skeptical of any new visitors. Levi, the youngest and most energetic, weaves between your legs, brushing against your ankles.
Kun’s already on the floor, laying out treats and brushes with the precision of a professional. He looks up as you enter, eyes bright and focused. “Ten left a detailed schedule,” he says, pulling out a small notebook. “Feeding times, playtimes, brushing routines—he really trusts us with his kids.”
You smile, setting your bag down. “So, no pressure.”
He laughs softly, kneeling to offer Levi a treat. The little cat purrs immediately, jumping onto his lap. “Levi’s the easy one. Louis is curious but independent. Leon…” He pauses, looking under the table where the third cat is hiding. “Leon is a handful.”
You crouch down beside him and pull out the brush. “Let’s see if we can win him over.”
Louis jumps into your lap the moment you sit down, leaning into your hands as you stroke his fur. Levi settles happily on Kun’s chest, purring so loud you can feel it. Leon stays hidden a while longer but finally slinks out, eyes sharp and cautious. Kun approaches slowly, brushing Leon’s back in careful, gentle strokes.
“Not bad for a first try,” Kun says, grinning when Leon leans into the brush.
You chuckle, tossing a treat his way. Leon catches it with surprising speed and then rubs against Kun’s leg like he’s claiming him. “See? You’re doing great.”
After a while, the cats get comfortable enough to nap around you—Louis sprawled across your thighs, Levi curled on Kun’s chest, Leon nestled beside his knee. Kun stretches out, resting his head on your shoulder. The quiet of the apartment feels full and warm.
“You think Ten would let us keep one?” you ask, voice low.
Kun smiles against your hair. “If he does, we’re definitely doing this more often.”
You close your eyes and breathe in the peacefulness—the sound of soft purring, the weight of Kun’s body next to yours, the feeling of belonging.
Ten
“You said this would be fun.”
Ten doesn’t even look up from where he’s dangling a ribbon toy in the air like it’s an Olympic sport. “It is fun. Look at her—she’s thriving.”
Coco, Yangyang’s cat, is currently scaling the back of Ten’s couch like a little gremlin possessed. Her pupils are blown wide, tail twitching, claws out like she’s about to launch herself into orbit.
“She just tried to body slam me.”
“She’s expressing love.”
You dodge her for the third time that hour and slide down to the floor with a dramatic sigh. “She’s wild.”
“She’s energetic,” Ten corrects, finally sitting next to you and tossing the ribbon aside. Coco zips after it like she’s been summoned by dark magic. “She just needs stimulation.”
“She just needs an exorcism.”
He grins. “You’re being dramatic.”
But the chaos doesn’t bother him—in fact, he looks happy in it. He scratches Coco behind the ear when she finally flops, breathless, onto the rug. She purrs. Ten’s smile softens instantly, like this was exactly what he’d been waiting for.
“You’re good with her,” you say, quieter now.
He looks at you, his voice playful but a little more careful. “You sound surprised.”
“I’m not. Just… impressed.”
He nudges your leg with his knee. “You’re not so bad either. Once you stop dodging her like she’s a tiny assassin.”
“I value my life.”
He laughs—bright and unfiltered—then leans into your side, his temple pressing against yours. “Thanks for doing this with me. I know she’s a little… intense.”
You look over at Coco, who is currently trying to fit herself into an empty tissue box.
“She’s a menace.”
“She’s perfect,” Ten says at the exact same time.
You both start laughing again, and somewhere in the middle of it, he reaches for your hand and doesn’t let go.
Winwin
You were expecting energy—maybe chaos—but instead, Bella greets you with a quiet wag of her tail and a soft blink. She’s sitting at Xiaojun’s apartment door when you and Winwin arrive, like she’s been waiting politely this whole time.
“She’s so calm,” you whisper as you crouch to pet her.
Xiaojun had asked you both to stay with her for the weekend while he visits family, and so far it’s been nothing but soft walks and sleepy cuddles. Bella pads alongside you and Winwin as you explore the neighborhood that first afternoon, her tiny paws tapping lightly against the sidewalk. No tugging, no barking, just quiet observation.
“She matches your energy,” you tease, nudging Winwin gently.
He gives you a look, but he’s smiling. “Then she’s your opposite.”
Back at the apartment, Bella hops onto the couch after dinner and curls up between the two of you, her chin resting on Winwin’s thigh. His hand automatically moves to her head, stroking slow and gentle.
“She’s used to quiet,” he says softly. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”
You nod, letting the silence settle over everything. The kind of silence that doesn’t ask for anything. Winwin leans into you slightly, and Bella lets out the tiniest sigh in her sleep. You stroke her back while his fingers find yours, slotting together like they were always meant to.
Later, the three of you end up sprawled on the floor with an old movie playing in the background—barely watching, mostly just enjoying the calm. Winwin stretches out beside you, head on your stomach, Bella curled at your side.
“She trusts you,” he says after a while.
“I think she just wants snacks.”
He looks up at you with that soft, tired smile that never quite leaves his face. “No, she knows. You’re safe.”
Your hand finds his hair, gently running through it. “You are too.”
He closes his eyes. “Then let’s stay like this for a while.”
And you do.
Lucas
“Wait—where’d they go?”
You blink. “You just had them.”
“I know, but now they’re gone!”
Lucas is standing in the middle of Ten’s apartment with his hands on his hips, looking around like he’s in a cartoon mystery episode. He’d been confidently holding Louis under one arm and Levi under the other just five seconds ago.
“They’re tiny ninjas,” he mutters, checking under a pillow. “This is sabotage.”
You try to hold back your laugh, but it slips out anyway. “You said you had a ‘natural gift’ with cats.”
“I do!” he says quickly—just as Louis bolts out from under the couch and makes a daring leap onto the coffee table. “That was just… a test run.”
You find Levi curled up in a laundry basket, purring like nothing’s wrong.
Lucas scoops him up and holds him like he’s cradling a newborn. “He loves me.”
Levi immediately bites the string on his hoodie.
“Okay, he likes me.”
Still, despite the clumsy start, Lucas is shockingly gentle. He lets them walk all over him—literally—and talks to them like they’re old friends. You catch him cooing at Levi in the kitchen, crouched down with a treat in one hand and a baby voice you’ll never let him live down.
“They’re growing on me,” he whispers later, curled up on the floor with Louis asleep on his chest. “Or maybe I’m growing on them.”
You settle next to him, watching the two cats snooze like nothing ever happened.
Lucas turns his head toward you, eyes soft. “Thanks for doing this with me. I would’ve panicked if they escaped and I was alone.”
“You did panic.”
“Exactly.”
You smile, brushing a bit of fur off his sleeve. He grins, leans in, and kisses you slow and warm, careful not to move too much and disturb Louis.
He pulls back just enough to whisper, “Maybe we should get our own pets someday.”
From somewhere in the apartment, something crashes.
Lucas flinches. “Or… we can borrow Ten’s until we’re ready.”
Xiaojun
“She’s glaring at me again,” Xiaojun whispers.
Coco’s perched on top of the fridge like she owns the place — because she does — and she hasn’t blinked once since you walked in with Xiaojun. Her tail flicks slowly. Judgingly.
“She’s probably wondering why you’re touching all her things,” you say, carrying her food bowl over. She doesn’t move.
Xiaojun leans in. “Do you think she’d bite me?”
“Yes.”
“She’s so small though—”
“Yes.”
You were supposed to just check in on Coco for Yangyang while he was away, but somehow Xiaojun insisted on tagging along. (“You shouldn’t be alone with a known diva like her.”) What he didn’t count on was Coco attaching herself to you like Velcro—and hissing every time he gets too close.
“She’s got favorites,” you shrug.
“Why can’t I be one?”
Still, he tries. He lets Coco sniff his hand. He offers treats. He even Googles “how to win a cat’s heart” and reads the results out loud in a dramatic voice. Coco, unfazed, knocks a pen off the table and walks away.
You’re laughing way too hard.
“She’s mocking me,” Xiaojun mutters, defeated. “I’m trying to bond, and she’s giving me villain origin energy.”
Eventually, Coco slinks onto your lap, paws tucked neatly, eyes half-closed. Xiaojun stares at her like she’s just taken his seat at a royal banquet.
“You know what? Fine. I don’t need her affection.”
“Sure you don’t.”
“I have your affection,” he says, turning toward you suddenly. “That’s better anyway.”
It’s shameless. He leans in close, hand brushing yours, voice low. “Unless you’re team Coco now.”
“She did hiss at you,” you tease.
“She has no taste,” he whispers, before kissing you quickly—just once, but enough to make your face warm.
Coco chooses that exact moment to jump down and land directly on Xiaojun’s chest, like she heard everything.
He screams. You laugh so hard you cry.
“I don’t care what she says,” he groans from the floor. “You’re still mine.”
Hendery
“Okay,” Hendery says, holding Leon like a loaf of bread. “He bit me, but it felt affectionate.”
You raise a brow. “You’re bleeding.”
“Love hurts.”
You’re at Ten’s place for the afternoon because he asked you and Hendery to check in on Leon while he’s out. In theory, it should be simple. But Leon has other plans.
Ten minutes in, he’s knocked over a water glass, clawed his way up the curtains, and tried to wrestle a sock like it owed him money.
“Maybe he just needs stimulation,” Hendery suggests, pulling out one of Ten’s feather toys.
Leon stares at it. Then at Hendery. Then pounces on your foot instead.
“I think he hates me,” Hendery says with wide, betrayed eyes.
“No, he’s just—”
Leon launches onto the couch and bolts over both of you like a parkour demon.
“—a menace,” you finish.
Still, Hendery’s committed. He talks to Leon like he’s a toddler with boundary issues. “Buddy, I love you, but this is a lot for me emotionally.”
Leon responds by licking Hendery’s knee, then immediately biting his ankle.
You try not to laugh. You fail miserably.
Hours later, when the sun’s setting and the chaos has finally dimmed, Leon is miraculously curled up between you both on the couch. He’s purring like nothing ever happened. Hendery looks exhausted but smug.
“I told you he liked me,” he whispers.
You look down at Leon, then at the ten tiny claw marks on Hendery’s arm. “Sure. Deeply.”
Hendery turns to you, eyes soft, his voice quieter. “Thanks for not leaving me alone with him.”
You smile. “You begged me to come.”
“I would’ve died otherwise.”
You rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re dramatic.”
He kisses your temple, a slow press. “Only for you.”
Leon shifts, stretches, and promptly kicks Hendery in the stomach.
“…I think he’s jealous.”
Yangyang
“She’s judging me.”
Yangyang’s sitting cross-legged on the living room rug, holding a leash in one hand and a half-chewed plush banana in the other. Bella is two feet away, just… staring at him.
“She’s probably wondering why you’re barking back at her,” you say, leaning in the doorway.
“It was a bonding exercise.”
You’re watching Bella together for Xiaojun while he’s gone for a couple days. You expected a chill weekend, and honestly? It is. Kind of. There’s music playing low through the speakers, candles burning, snacks on the table—but also Bella has chosen violence multiple times. She steals socks, barks at the closet, and won’t let Yangyang wear his hoodie in peace.
“She tried to take it off me,” he says, halfway through a tug-of-war match with her and his sleeve. “Like full-on pulled at it with her teeth. This is a power struggle.”
You watch her tail wag furiously as she yanks again.
“I think you lost.”
Still, the chaos is never loud. Just ridiculous. Comfortable. You spend most of the day lounging around, taking turns walking her, laughing whenever she decides the sidewalk is lava and sprints back toward the apartment. Yangyang films her like she’s a celebrity. “Content queen,” he calls her, flipping the camera to wink at you too.
By the evening, Bella’s snuggled between you both on the couch, paws twitching in a dream. Yangyang’s hoodie is wrinkled, his hair a mess, and he’s got a sock tucked into his pocket for “protection.”
You turn to him. “So… how’d we do?”
He grins, stretching out a little more. “I think we crushed it.”
Bella kicks him in her sleep.
He winces. “Okay. She crushed me.”
You laugh and lean your head against his shoulder. He immediately tilts toward you too, voice softer now. “Thanks for doing this with me. I know it’s not exactly a relaxing weekend, but… it’s been nice.”
You look down at Bella’s sleeping face. “She’s a good girl.”
[8:11am] you amused bad boy!hendery. the good girl everyone knows seem to be a lie. well... not really. more a 'not full truth'. you were playing with your fingers, unsure of yourself in a room you didn't belong in. while he found comfort in it. because no matter how often principal leery told him off. he cared about bad boy!hendery. more than his parents did. and you....he wanted you to care about him too.
it was cute, really, how things ended up like that. you had asked him for tips on how to flirt, since you weren’t particularly good at it, and ten was the first and best person who came to your mind to help you with that. he, after all, was a natural when it came to the art of flirting. he didn’t just flirt to get someone he was interested in; he flirted because it was fun, because he loved the game, the banter, the chase.
so of course he’d agreed to help. how could he resist the chance to show off a little and spend time with you—his good friend who he definitely didn’t have a tiny, harmless crush on? not at all.
“you’re too caught up in using words,” he said after patiently listening to your shy, rehearsed pickup lines. there was amusement in his eyes, but not mockery. just that usual glint he always had when he was about to show you something. “it’s not always about what you say, but what you do. if you can’t use words, then just use your body.”
you stared at him like he’d just handed you a test on your worst subject. “use my body? isn’t that a little too advanced for a beginner?” ten grinned, “it’s not. you just need to know how to use it.” he reached out and gently lifted your chin with two fingers. “eye contact, pretty. that’s step one. look like you want them, even if you’re dying inside."
usually, you could barely last five seconds of eye contact, but it wasn’t like you could escape with him holding your face in place. “like this?” you asked, voice just barely steady.
his smirk widened. "like this. perfect. now—step two." he inched closer, the space between you shrinking until you could feel the warmth of him, his breath brushing your skin. "proximity. you don't always need words. just being close is enough to mess with someone's head."
yeah… you could definitely tell. you could feel his warmth all over you, his delicious scent clouding your senses, the way his fingers were still lingering on your skin like they had every right to be there.
“then, do everything inside the limits,” he continued, voice softer now, leaning closer until his lips hovered by your ear. “like whisper in their ear,” he said, brushing his lips just barely against your earlobe. a chill ran down your spine. “flirting is all about tension.”
he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle, almost affectionate. his hand trailed down your arm, fingers grazing your skin in a way that made you want to squirm. he kept going until he reached your thigh, where his hand finally settled, warm and steady.
“sometimes being a little honest can help,” he murmured, his voice low, almost like a secret meant just for you. his hand found yours, fingers sliding between yours with ease, holding your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. “for example,” he continued, eyes locked on yours, “i really wanna kiss you right now.”
your breath hitched—because god, he said it so simply, so sincerely, like it wasn’t the kind of thing that could flip your entire world upside down.
“y-you sure this is still a lesson?” you whispered.
“are you learning?”
“…maybe.”
“then it is."
his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, slow and deliberate, his gaze fixed there like it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. you could feel the tremble in your own body, your heart thudding like a warning, because this... this didn't feel like pretending at all.
"okay, final step," his eyes didn’t leave your lips as he spoke again, voice soft but laced with that teasing tone he always used when he was holding back a smile. “if you’re feeling bold, and i think you are, you close the distance.” he leaned in just enough for his breath to tickle your skin. “you pause… let the tension build.”
he stopped, his lips barely a breath away from yours. “and then,” his voice dropped lower, “if they don’t pull away... you kiss them.”
you didn’t pull away. you didn’t even breathe.
so he kissed you.
his lips were soft, his tongue warm and gentle as it teased your lips, coaxing you to part them and let him in, which you did, without any resistance, as if enchanted—practically melting into the kiss. it was slow, intentional, like he was proving a point.
you almost whined in disappointment when he pulled away.
“see? just like that,” his eyes sparkled with playful mischief. “now, let’s do it again and see if you’ve learned.”
if you guys have requests or ideas on what to write about TEN i’ll take it please !!! i’m in the mood write now :) can be sfw or nsfw (just nothing dark!) doesn’t matter to me!!
