#XIAOJUNNIE

[liu-yu-xin]

Xiaojunnies we won. First two results for oreo hair on pinterest

[sunny-117]

hey! I hope you're feeling better now 🩷 I just wanted to ask if you would mind writing a sequel to the kun and xiaojun fic? where yangyang helps xiaojun get his revenge as he promised and they discover kun's weak spot or sumn. no rush though! take your time :)

Hey 💗

I'm ok. But not 100% fine. Anyways I wrote the second part :]

Hope you like it😌🫶🏻

‼️~For anyone. This is the second part of the fic "Discovering new things". If you haven't read the first part, then i recommend to read that part first~‼️

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A totally peaceful morning

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Lee: Kun , Ler: Xiaojun , Ler: Yangyang

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It was the next day after the tickly night incident from Kun and Xiaojun.

Yangyang was the first one that got up in the morning. He slept really well, what he didn't expected because he was awaken from the loud squeal from Xiaojun on that night. Yangyang was on the way down to the living room to make breakfast, but he got an idea. What if he wakes Xiaojun up and tickle Kun awake?

That would be a good revenge. And with that thought he went up again to Xiaojuns room and got in. Xiaojun slept peacefully and that was to cute to interrupt. But Yangyang promised his Xiaojunnie that he would help him to get revenge on Kun so he sat down on Xiaojuns bed and thought how he can awaken the boy. Then he got an idea.

The maknae jumped on the still sleeping boy and gave him a bear hug. That made Xiaojun jump and with that he was awake. “Yang…” mumbled Xiaojun with a raspy voice and giggled sleepily.“Xiaojunnie. Good morning. Now it’s a great time to get the revenge on Kun.” Said the energetic maknae and was shaking Xiaojun that he don’t fall asleep again. Xiaojun groaned and sat straight in the bed and looked into Yangyangs eyes. They were full of excitement and nobody could say no to him.

So that’s why Xiaojun got up and stretched first. Yangyang was cheeky right now and poked with poth index fingers Xiaojun in the sides. The older one flinched and giggled. “We want to tickle Kun and not tickle me again.” Said Xiaojun after he calmed down from giggling. Yangyang nodded and smiled at Xiaojun. Now he knew why Kun loved to tickle Xiaojun. His smile is so precious. And don’t forget Xiaojunnies laugh. Anything was adorable on him.

After Xiaojun was finished with stretching he grabbed a jacket because he wore a t-shirt and the morning air was breezy and a bit cold. They went together into Kuns room and silently giggled because of the position Kun was laying. He was literally taking over the whole bed. After they calmed down again, they were ready to take revenge on Kun. They sat on the bed, where the place was free and not taken over from Kun and Xiaojun smirked as he saw that Kuns t-shirt had risen up from all the twisting and turning. Yangyang nodded to Xiaojun and he started to gently scratch the bare lower tummy of Kun. Xiaojun flinched a little because he knew how ticklish that would be.

But went up a little to tickle the whole tummy. That was the go for Yangyang to grab Kuns arms to keep them in place that Kun couldn't fight back. Kun twitched and opend his eyes. Now he realized what was the reason he was awake. He giggled sleepily: “Xihihiaujuhunie. Nohot nohow.”

“Oh Yang… Look who finally is awake.” Said Xiaojun and smirked again. He went up again and now gently prodet and poked at Kuns ribs. A reminder that Xiaojuns hands were still under Kuns t-shirt. But the reaction he got was not satisfying for Xiaojun. He only got a squeak everytime he poked the ribs. “Nah. I liked the reaction on your belly better.” and with that, Xiaojun tickled Kuns bare belly again. “Whyhy dihid yohou chohose toho doho thehe rehevenge ihin thehe mornihi-NOHOHO YANG!” Kun couldn't finish his question because of the sudden really ticklish feeling on his armpits.

“Looks like I found a major tickle spot.” Screamed Yangyang over Kuns hysterical laughter.Kun couldn't fight back because his arms were still in the grip of Yangyang who skilled grabbed both arms with one of his arm and tickled with the other free hand. Xiaojun gave Yangyang a sign to slow his tickles down, wich he did but still scribbled gently on the right hollow of Kuns armpit. “Kun. Say… Where is your most ticklish spot? Exept your Armpits. Maby we will stop after we tickled that spot.” asked Xiaojun playfully and again with that grin. “Ihihi dohohon’t sahahay ihihit.” giggled Kun because of the gentle assault on his armpit.“well… I guess we will find it out then.” answerd Xiaojun and nodded to Yangyang who held Kuns arms again with both hands.

Xiaojun started again to tickle and this time he gently kneaded the flesh of Kuns hip bones wich made him arch his back and that his laughter went silent. Bingo. Another major tickle spot. But Xiaojun wasn't satisfied enough. He kneaded down to kuns thighs and got a loud squeal out of Kun. Xiaojun decided to not tease him and just giggle. “XIAOJUN! STOHOHOP!” Screamed a hysterical laughing Kun. “After two more spots and one thing that I want to try.” Screamed Xiaojun over the laughter.

With that he scribbled his fingers into kuns Kneecaps and with that he found again a tickle spot. “NOHOHOT MHYHYHY KNEES!” Screamed Kun again. Yangyang could see that tears are forming in Kuns eyes from the laughter and felt bad a little for Kun. But only a little. Xiaojun went straight to Kuns feet after he got bored with the Kneecaps and got a new string of hysterical laughter from Kun. He only scratched the skin under Kuns toes and Kun went ballistic. Well. Kun was torturing him so it’s only fair that he is torturing Kun as well. But he only tickled the toes and went up again to Kuns upper body. He decided to stop for a little break. Kun was panting. “Xiaojuniehiehe. Nohothing mohore please.” pleaded Kun and Xiaojun smiled. He didn't smirked. Xiaojun was genuinely smiling.

“One last thing and my revenge is over. I promise” Said Xiaojun and bend down to the olders still bare belly. Xiaojun took a deep breath and blew a biiiiig raspberry on Kuns bellybutton. Kun Squealed and giggled loudly and just like Xiaojun said, he stopped after that. He helped Kun to brush away the phantom tickles and Kun wanted to get up but Yangyang was still holding him.

Xiaojun glanced to Yangyang and he immediately pulled his hands away from his arms. Kun whispered into Xiaojuns ear:” Pls help me to tickle Yangyang. It’s only fair now.” Xiaojun nodded and giggled as he heard a stomach growl.“I guess we should go downstairs. Maby yhe others made breakfast.” Requested Xiaojun and they all went downstairs…

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[moonbeamsung]

Happy birthday hannah💖

even if it’s not my birthday i appreciate the gift? curse? either way it’s xiaojun and i love him so

[ggukkiedae]

i want hannah and yangyang end game so bad i’m gonna cry 😭 can they please be endgame 🥺

oh no you hit with the please and the puppy dog eyes 🥺🥺🥺 aksjdh i really don’t know yet but please don’t cry!

[mint-yooxgi]

Yan!Xiaojun and OC are undercover for different organisations and on this mission, their targets are each other

All evening, he's been trailing you. You've felt his eyes on you every time you move, nothing going unnoticed by the man sitting at the bar. If you smile, he notices. If you nervously run your hand along the side of your dress, he sees. And if you so much as leave his sight, he finds you again in an instant.

You're being tracked.

Of course, you've been purposely staying just in his line of sight all night, doing some reconnaissance of your own. Just as he's been watching you, you've been watching him. Only, you're much less obvious about it than he is.

Which is why it was so easy to lure your target into one of the empty rooms on the third floor. Pulling a blade on him and holding it to his throat as soon as he stepped inside was essentially child's play to you.

"Don't act so surprised, Xiaojunnie," the smirk that paints your lips is devious as you see him school his features into a neutral expression once more.

"Not at all," his voice is low despite his heart racing in his chest from excitement. "Just what I've come to expect from you."

"Oh?" At this, you quirk a brow. "And what else have you come to expect from me?"

He turns, your blade still pressed against the skin of his neck in a silent threat as he smirks, "this."

In an instant, his hands reach up and cup your face, pulling your body into his lips find yours, your own hand falling to your side. Of course you would never kill your husband, and he would never kill you, but that doesn't mean you both won't put on a good show. You still need to get paid, after all.

Pulling away from each other for a brief moment, you stare deeply into each other's eyes, grins on both of your faces.

"So, how'd you do it?" He asks, his hands gripping your waist softly as he holds you to him.

"Poison, what else?" You half shrug, making him chuckle. "I'm assuming you took yours out before this whole thing even started."

"You know me so well, my dear," he grins once more. "It's like I've always said," bringing a hand up, he cups your face gingerly once more, thumb stroking tenderly over your skin, "if anyone so much as dares to threaten you," his eyes darken as he pulls you impossibly closer to him, "I'll kill them."

[hvnderys]

@i_m_hendery just uploaded a photo

Happy day of birth to the cutest little dinosaur ever! 🎂🥳🎉 Using only the finest and high quality photos of us because everyone needs to know how good we look together 😂 I can’t help but be a little sad that you left but you deserve all the relaxation you can get. I already spoiled you a lot so be sure to come spoil me with Xiaojunnie time when you get back! It’s what I deserve at this point and because I haven’t been spending as much time with you lately. Besides me being annoying right now, I do appreciate you a lot and for always dealing with the nonsense that comes from me on a daily basis. A lot of it is to get you to laugh since that is one of my favorite thing in the world to hear so thanks for indulging me ☺️ Anyway happy birthday my cute dino! Have a good one, you deserve nothing but the best 💚💚💚

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[fullsunalicia]

ohh so can i request sorting wayv into big and little spoons like you did with dream and 127? please and thx ♡

of course you can! thank you for the request, my love! 💛

Qian Kun

it’s literally so hard with him HDBDHSH i cant say anything definitely, so i’ll just say both !!

being a little spoon offers so much comfort with one action. it has him HOOKED. for example, after a long day of managing the six loudest and most energetic boys on the planet, he loves just falling into your arms and have you wrap yourself around him like a human teddybear 🥺 it’s the best

i must say that he likes being a big spoon more, though. it just gives him that sense of security he craves and he likes knowing you below his touch. overprotective momma bear kun

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul

doesn’t care at all babey !! he just wants to be: [held]

there are days where he expects you to let him baby you and wrap both arms so tightly around you you can’t breathe. it’s just an instinct. he loves draping himself over you and then smelling his cologne on you, the biggest ego boost there is

won’t say no to being the little spoon either!! he gets especially soft when you guys watch movies and he leans his head back on your chest and you kiss the crown of his head. mans straight up melts

Dong Sicheng

can be found here!

Wong Yukhei

you may think you are the big spoon but the second you guys fall asleep, yukhei moves to cover you with his body. lmaoooo he’s physically unable to be anything else than a big spoon

it’s a matter of comfort!! his heart skips a beat when you spoon him, but it feels so much better to hug you instead. being able to hide his face in your hair?? feeling your heartbeat beneath his fingertips?? superior feeling

when you cuddle though, it’s a different story!!! let him sit on your lap this instant!! big boy wants to be HELD

Xiao Dejun

thinks he’s a big spoon when this babyboy is just a little spoon LMAO who are you fooling xiaojunnie

i’m not kidding - be the big spoon once and he’s gonna be spoiled rotten. he never wants to be the big spoon again. loves it when you pull him tightly against you and interlace your fingers ugh CUTE

if you manage to convince him to be the big spoon, he tangles your arms and legs and falls asleep with his face hidden in your shoulder 🥺🥺 I LOVE HIM

Wong Kunhang

forget about ever being the big spoon. firm big spoon and he would rather die than give that up LNDJRHDB

he dislikes it soooo much to not hold you at night omfg, kunhang NEEDS to have his arms looped around your waist or he’ll cry. big drama queen. rudely uses you as a teddybear, soothes it with a lot of kisses tho !!

you guys end up rolling around in bed once or twice because you fought over being the big spoon and then proceeded to crash to the ground whdhdhs THE CHAOS IN THIS BEDROOM

Liu Yangyang

quite frankly doesn’t give a damn as long as you shower him with love tbh. get in bed already he’s cold!!

you guys usually end up falling asleep with him as the big spoon, though. his schedule often reaches deep into the night, so when he comes back home, you’re already asleep. slips in and wraps all his limbs around you. sleepy kisses !!! i’m in love

when he’s the little spoon, he’ll pull your hands to his face and give them sooo many kisses!! it’s a little tradition. instead of counting sheeps, he counts kisses. falls asleep with your fingers interlocked 🥺

[lemonietrinket]

Jigsaw Puzzle ||| Ending Five - Xiaojun

Summary: Xiaojun x Reader Genre: Fluff basically Warning(s): A big nail, no one is put in danger but vague inferences to what damage a crooked unattended nail could do, some foul language (1x f**k) Word Count: 2701 Theme Song: Home - JBJ95 AN: Xiaojunnie’s ending for my masterpiece Love—I recommend reading it first (it’s worth it, even if it is a bit sad the cuddling is great and so is the emotional support and just. hell yeah)

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Skipping into the kitchen, a grin immediately rose to your face as you caught sight of the hunched figure outside in the garden. Even with his back turned on the window it was clear who it was, and after your encounter last week, you knew exactly what he was doing. 

Letting temptation win you decided to ignore the task you’d been sent to complete (it didn’t matter much, Ten had legs and could totally get up and fetch his own food) and join Xiaojun outside. And so you grabbed the first jacket you could find—there was no doubt it was Kun’s going by the fresh scent upon the collar—slipped on your shoes and headed outside.  

It was a grey day, the wind whipping up wildly one second to then disappearing into silence the next. It had an iciness to it that plunged into your skin where the jacket didn’t protect, and you shivered a hum as you pushed through the gate into the garden.

Xiaojun heard the creak of the iron lock and threw a glance over his shoulder. Seeing it was you he got to his feet. “Oh, Y/N, hi!”

“Hey,” you chirped over the sudden buffer of the wind, “are you... doing what I think you’re doing?” 

He chuckled sheepishly before taking a step to the side, revealing a plastic pet bowl. “Yeah, you got me. Red handed.” He put his hands up in faux surrender.

Reaching the grass and coming to his side you bent down, mimicking what he’d been doing earlier. “So, what we got here, sonny boy.”

You heard him scoff and blinking up into the bright grey of the clouds you eventually caught sight of his dark eyes staring off at the fence at the bottom of the garden. Enraptured by his beauty that shone like the moon in the night no matter the angle, you very nearly forgot to breathe. The way his lips pursed into a coy smile was so distracting, and you only managed to save yourself when he rubbed his nose to combat the cold, the tip blushed as if smudged with light lipstick. That gave you ideas no less. 

He crouched down beside you, shuffling away slightly to give you space from him—as if that was what you wanted at all—and thumbed the rim of the blue plastic. “Well, Officer, we got a bad case of broken plastic here.” He indicated to the clear jagged edge that was extremely hard to miss.

“Yikes,” you mumbled, “what happened?”

“You know the storm last night?”

You nodded, before your eyes widened when Xiaojun retrieved a large crooked nail from the grass by his foot. “Yo what the fuck?”

“Found it sticking out of the woodwork of the fence down there,” he gestured vaguely, his gaze focused intently on the rusty iron, “you’ve got to give it to Mother Nature, it was a bullseye.”

Mouth agape in disbelief at how the wind had managed to achieve that feat you frowned at the cut plastic. It looked old so you supposed it was no surprise it would splinter so easily. Nevertheless it seemed so freak. Unnerved by how long and wide the nail was, with its etched sharp point, your voice wavered. “How long had that been down there?”

He shrugged, finally raising his eyes to meet yours. You watched as they softened and he placed the nail on the patio concrete where it could be easily spotted. “It’s ok, I’ll get rid of it today.”

You nodded a thank you. “So... what were you trying to do to the bowl? It’s clearly a goner.”

“Trying to fix it,” Xiaojun answered simply. When you offered him a quizzical look, he procured a roll of sellotape. There was a twisted strand that hung over the side, sticky side folded over on itself and encasing several shards of plastic. When your face didn’t change a single bit he chuckled sheepishly. “The wind isn’t... quite on my side.”

“Couldn’t you have done that inside?”

He stared at you silently. “Yes, that would be the smart way of doing it b-but...” he scrambled for the words, “I thought it was going to be a quick job!” he exhaled while pulling his coat collar closer to his neck. “I was just wrong.”

“Clearly the brain cell wasn’t bestowed to you today,” you muttered through a stifled snicker, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Hey!”

You met his gaze then, a small smirk on your lips that flickering out as soon as you took him in once again. His pout left your heart racing and heat ros ot your cheeks to greet the caress of his dancing eyes. You quickly changed the subject, clearing your throat and ducking your head back down to the grass, fingers picking at the blades. “So... what are you going to do about it?”

You felt his stare flutter across your cheeks before quickly darting away to where the nail rested. He spoke while he scooped it up, “Guess I’d better go buy a new one.”

“Well, I’ll come with you!” you chirped, perhaps a little too quickly for your own good. “Keep you company and make sure you don’t get lost, you know.”

“That brain cell is missing after all isn’t it,” he said, soft smile sending your heart reeling before he stood up, gaze back to avoiding yours. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed after all. Perhaps that too wasn’t for your own good either. 

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Hands tucked in your pockets to protect them against the brash wind, you found yourself stumbling over an uneven slab in the pavement that you were walking down towards the pet store. 

Eight times, you had counted, that your elbow had brushed his. 

And unlike you, he hadn’t faltered in his step nor words once as he gently rambled to you, the words spilling from his lips bitten by the cold and his own tension. He often did this, on the rare occasions that it was just the two of you. He never spoke with an urgency, but it always dawned upon you afterwards just how far his thoughts went when he was with you—the topic he began on was never anywhere near the one that he finished with. You figured he just needed to vent, as maybe the others didn’t help him come to terms with some of his problems as much as he needed, or they were the problems (which seldom surprised you), and so you never interrupted him. You instead found yourself just silently listening to him, not thinking ill of it once, because you were spending time with him and that was enough. Also his voice had a knack for helping you just relax, it was so soft and peaceful, you were pretty sure you could fall asleep to it.

However, this time was like no other, as you discovered when you could barely listen to him at all. Dipping in and out of the sun-dappled mist of daydreams, called by his voice and his small glances to you, tipped with the crests of smiles, it was no surprise you found it extremely difficult to focus, even as the crowds increased as you reached the main road. 

“It’s not far now,” Xiaojun announced once his ramblings had met a natural pause.

You didn’t respond, not grounded enough to get your vocal chords working in time. Besides, the chatter of the throngs of people was likely enough to swallow anything you said whole.

Forced by the sudden onslaught of strangers heading towards you, Xiaojun shuffled close to you so to allow more pavement for them.

Nine.

He came to walk slightly behind you, his presence offering a surprising sense of comfort as you continued on, the shining sign of the shop peaking through the swathes of silhouettes. Focusing on its retro-inspired neon cursive, you found the weightlessness subside. 

Thanks to the lack of a constant reminder of the man you had fallen ever so hopelessly for being right at your side, by the time you reached the store, you had managed to get your voice working once again.

Warm air washing over you harshly, you quickly shed your coat at the discomfort as soon as you entered. Xiaojun only then stood beside you once again, coaxing the two of you to begin searching for the bowls. 

“Should probably get a heavier one,” he mused, so quiet you could convince yourself he wasn’t talking to anyone at all, even you.

“Sounds good.”

He led the way, sharp eyes narrowed as he scoured the aisles for the distinctive bright colours he was after. The shop itself was pretty quiet, since it was so small and people were beginning to head home for dinner.  Regarding the endless walls of biscuits, treats, toys, scratching posts, beds and whatnot you were baffled by how the food bowls were nowhere to be found. That was, until you turned the corner into the leftmost aisle and spotted them instantly.

“Junnie!” you called, bobbing down to get a closer look at the plastic on the bottom shelf. You were pretty sure they were dog bowls, but you didn’t see the harm in using it for a tiny hedgehog—especially since these looked much more robust and less likely to crack when thrown into a nail.

Picking up a red one you were surprised about how light it was, and at the word ‘DOG’ written bluntly in a rather aggressive font along its side. Grimacing you put it back and began turning the others along the shelf to see what they had written along it.

PUPPY.

ROVER.

#1 DOG.

You sighed, dismayed. It wasn’t the end of the world, giving a hedgehog a bowl with ‘dog’ emblazoned on the plastic of course, but it did feel a bit wrong. Especially when there was a high chance you could do better. Unless Xiaojun had miraculously named the hedgehog something dog-related. 

That was when it hit you. You had no idea what he had called her. 

Standing with a frown it was as if you had summoned him from the earth, as Xiaojun popped up from round the corner. His eyes brightened as soon as they rested upon you, though you wrote it off as being relieved to have finally found what you’d come all this way for. “Ah! Anything good?”

You barely registered his question, instead entirely leading with your own. “Junnie, what did you call the hedgehog?”

It was a seemingly innocuous question. And yet as soon as you looked back fro glancing at the shelves again, you watched as his voice got stuck in his throat.

“Xiaojun?” you enquired carefully.

Before you could enquire if he was ok, he coughed rather awkwardly as if he were a cartoon clearing his throat. “Sorry,” he managed, “I called her... Hedgehog?” 

He was quite unlucky in that sense—the questioning intonation was slight but you caught in nonetheless, a consequence of your habit of hanging off his every word (when you weren’t too overwhelmed by his gorgeous features).

Bemused, you chuckled. “Hedgehog? You called her Hedgehog? How imaginative...”

“Why do you ask?”

Mildly startled by his sudden enquiry, your eyes widened before you could stop them. “Oh, the bowls... they have like dog-related stuff on them. Like ‘Rover,’” you pointed vaguely before focusing entirely on him once again, “but you didn’t call the hedgehog Rover, which would’ve been kinda funny because irony. Nope, you called her Hedgehog—honestly, Xiaojunnn,” you whined, turning to skim over the china bowls instead, “I thought you were more imaginative than that...!”

Meanwhile, Xiaojun was sweating internally. And externally too, most likely, not that he was really in the state to check. Truth be told he had been a little bit more imaginative than that, but there was also no way to tell you that, without admitting every little thing that he had hidden from you. All those gazes, accidental touches, rogue thoughts and near confessions, all out in one go. A board of jigsaw pieces so unclear, yet only needing one final piece to reveal the finished, Schrödinger’s image. He was one move away from perhaps achieving his dreams or unveiling heartbreak. 

And that terrified him. Despite being confronted with a thousand pieces of evidence as to why it would be the former, he would never quite believe it with his whole heart. He’d entertained the possibility for too long in his head for it to ever wholly sink into his mind that it could be real.  But he didn’t want to lie to you anymore. They may have only been small but he didn’t like how they hung over him, like the crystals of a chandelier strung too low and seconds from snapping. And he certainly didn’t want to make any more.  But that meant confessing.

“—Do you think of Cactus, Xiaojun? Prickles? No that’s bad... Zen?”

Catching your eyes peering over your shoulder expectantly at him, he took a deep breath. “You know what is a good name?”

You hummed, shuffling back along the aisle to hear his answer. 

“Y/N,” he finally continued, voice very nearly wavering.

“Yeah?” 

He swallowed. “No, I mean... Y/N is a good name.”

He could see the cogs of thought twisting behind your eyes, before the cute smile he had come to know well and love appeared, highlighted. “Thank you, b-but you can’t name the hedgehog after me.”

“Uhh, yeah, it’s...” he sighed, gathering his strength, “it’s a bit late for that.”

Your voice was dead serious. “What.”

The whole situation had caught you off guard. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought he had named the spiky little creature after you. You figured that if he had been hiding something, it was that he had named her something embarrassing like ‘Sugar-Plum’ or ‘Marshmallow’. But you? He took one look at the prickly animal, that was known for being loud and far from cuddly, and named it after you? You had to admit you weren’t exactly endeared.

However, in a seconds he changed your mind. 

“Y/N, listen,” he began, panic etched across his face as he ran his hand through his hair, “I... named her after you because I... I love hedgehogs. A lot. I think they’re adorable and want to hold them even if they look spiky on the outside. So when I found that one visiting regularly and I couldn’t think of a name, I just... named her after you because it made sense at the time. I didn’t think that far ahead, after all I never thought I had a chance with you anyway, so I figured it would be...”

Once he had trailed off you didn’t speak up to fill the silence, and ended up just staring at him. He was nervous, and you had been so swept up in your own thoughts that putting his together as they tumbled from him had become a nightmare but you were almost certain that he had in essence, said what you had long hoped to hear in some shape or form.

“Was that... a confession?” you gradually eased.

He looked around dazedly. “I think so, yeah.”

A smile teased at the corner of your lips. “You named her after me because you love hedgehogs, and you love... me...?”

After a moment of coming to terms with the simpler version, he nodded.

If he had tried to backtrack out of fear, he wouldn’t have had the chance to, because as soon as the relief washed across your shoulders and the excitement burst in your heart, he found you in his arms. You fit together perfectly, as the weight of reality settled in to encompass you both.

Your hair was soft at his neck even after being blustered by the wind and the sound of your elated laughter lit his skin ablaze. He found himself smiling uncontrollably at what he finally had in the palms of his hands—the coalescence of his love and dreams and future all in one. Cradling you against his chest he finally felt that jigsaw finally come together, to reveal the final image. One of tender care and affection, and a longing now fulfilled. 

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AN: I got another one done! after all this stalling again, again, im sorry !!!!

i love hedgehogs. we had one near our house at the beginning of the quarantine and it was so cute. i fed it dry cat biscuits and it snuffled so loud and then ate all of it and im just happy knowing my life is not completely worthless bc i fed the good boi

pls do not question me on where they live. its a house, yes they all live together and yn lives with them. yup theyve got a garden. its not an overly big house. why? bc why not 

Masterlist

[nanasarea]

🤍🥺happy birthday, xiaojunnie🥺🤍

xiaojun’s smrookie pics: *get released*

my dream that night: xiaojun soulmate 🥰

[ja3minz]

JAEMIN IN THE LIVE WITH JENO SND XIAOJUNNIE 😳😳😳 i am looking 👀👀👀

i am looking Respectfully

and asking very nicely for cock

[moonlit-jeno]

First of all that ask about xiaojunnie is coming for my everything 😭😩😍 I hope you're doing great hun!

xiaojun’s so POWERFUL!!! and i hope you’re doing good too hun!!

[asteriize]

Happy birthday Xiaojunnie ❤️

[donhyuck]

xiaojunnie showing mom kun how to use a computer

[raibebe]

@min-inu replied to your post “[21:22]”

Oh my God, Rai, I didn't know you wrote something with Xiaojunnie. 🥺 You had to inform me! I've been obsessing over WayV for a while now and I think that I have to receive notifications when my favorite Tumblr blog which is updated by my favourite person here, publishes something about WayV. I still haven't read it, but when I do, you'll know. And one last thing: the next DMs attack After Midnight (you get it) is probably going to be with WayV. Just a warning, be ready.

And yes, this outfit is LETHAL

Tumblr notifications are just broken, we just gotta accept that... But you have post notifications on for me?  🥺🥺🥺 Babbyyyyyyyyyyyy ilyyyyyyy

I am always ready to rave about WayV, the Bad Alive comeback is doing things to me... I thought I kinda had a bias. Turns out that was a big phat lie. 

Also I am not opposed to writing smut in your DMs After Midnight again when my fucking exams are over 👀

@def-sol replied

WHY DID I NOT SEE THAT YOU POSTED THIS!?!

I posted this late at night after I started writing it at 21:22 😂

So either the timing just didn’t add up or tumblr hates us and it didn’t show up on your dash 🤷🏽‍♀️

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I vote for Xiaojunnie~

the man of the hour. ok so that’s:

Xiaojun 6

Yangyang 3

Hendery 2

[universe-of-superm]

Thirst Thursday:hybrid universe

Minmin: w-wan cuddles 👉👈 @hybriddencb

Tennie: Hehe hyungie's back!! @light-and-dark-g7

Xuxi: U-um puppy had tied himself up for xiaojunnie🥺 @yandere-xiao

Yongie: W-wore something for mimi and hyungie @aznsquad-oc @got7sinsbot