#also there's a hendery & kun fluff i wrote so that too

[hi-hey-haechan]

Masterlist

I received multiple requests for this, and it suddenly dawned on me that I had enough fics in order to actually make a masterlist. So finally, here it is:

I write for NCT (all units, minus Chenle and Jisung), Stray Kids (minus Jeongin), and Ateez. Most of these are NCT fics...

✯ ~ Favorite fic    ✾ ~ smut / suggestive    ❦ ~ fluff   ಠ ~ crack   ☽ ~ angst

NCT

Taeyong

Soft sex blurb ~ ✾ ❦

Yeah, don’t make Taeyong jealous (prompt list) ~ ✾

Taeil

Johnny

Size kink blurb ~ ✾

Yuta

Overstimulation headcanons ~ ✾

Kun

First time (prompt list) ~ ✾ ❦

Perfect ~ ✾ ❦ ☽

Doyoung

Make-up sex, kinda? (prompt list) ~ ✾ ❦ ☽

Ten

In a tent (prompt list) ~ ✾

Jaehyun

Fingering you ~ ✾ 

Dom!Jaehyun blurb ~ ✾

 ✯ First Time ~ ✾❦

Winwin

Jungwoo

Lucas

Dom!Lucas (yes please) ~ blurb(?) ~ ✾

Blowjob while he’s on the phone ~ ✾

Dry humping ~ ✾❦

Mark

(I’m just saying, y’all are horny for this boy lol)

Morning sex, featuring a very needy Mark ~ ✾

Cums in his pants ~ ✾

 ✯ First time ~ ✾ ❦

 ✯ Fingering you in front of a mirror ~ ✾

Sucking off Mark blurb ~ ✾

A - Z NSFW Analysis ~ ✾

It started with some ramen (prompt list) ~ ✾

Teasing in public (prompt list) ~ ✾

 ✯ His rap in Kick It... (prompt list) ~ ✾

Sucking him off, but he’s kind of a dom and it’s kinda hot... (prompt list) ~ ✾

Self-harm ~ ☽

Xiaojun

Hendery

Renjun

Attention (prompt list) ~ ✾

 ✯ Jealous (prompt list) ~ ✾❦

Jeno

 ✯ Dom! Jeno, friends with benefits (prompt list) ~ ✾

Sex at like 2 AM (prompt list) ~ ✾

 ✯ Jeno’s thighs (prompt list) ~ ✾

The “Quiet Game” (prompt list) ~ ✾

Haechan

sub!Haechan (YES PLEASE) ~ ✾

In which you steal his book (prompt list) ~ ✾

“Give me attention!” (prompt list) ~ ✾ ❦

Jaemin

Soft-dom Jaemin ~ ✾

I was sad, so I wrote about Jaemin -- blurb ~ ❦ 

 Caught masturbating (prompt list) ~ ✾

Thigh-riding (prompt list) ~ ✾

Jaemin got jealous :( (prompt list) ~ ✾ ಠ 

In which you’re on the couch (prompt list)

 ✯ Truth or Dare in IKEA: Part 1 and Part 2 ~ ✾ ಠ ❦

A - Z NSFW Analysis ~ ✾ ಠ

Yangyang

After Midnight (prompt list) ~ ✾❦ 

Reactions, MLT, etc

You decide to anger them, and this is how they react (127)~ ✾

Reactions to sucking them off (127) ~ ✾

When they catch you touching yourself (127) ~ ✾

Moaning when they slap you butt (that’s what it is but it’s kinda fun, okay?) ~ ✾

Stray Kids

Chan

Minho

Drunk Minho...except he’s also horny ~ ✾ ಠ

Changbin

Hyunjin

 ✯ The Kissing Bet ~ ✾❦

Jisung

Kind of your first time? This is a blurb, too ~ ✾

Size kink ~ ✾

Felix

So...why were you masturbating in his bed? (prompt list) ~ ✾

Seungmin

All the members:

Reaction to calling them “Daddy” ~ ✾

Reaction to you masturbating ~ ✾

Ateez

Hongjoong

Impregnation kink ~ ✾

Seonghwa

Dom!Seonghwa blurb ~ ✾

Size kink ~ ✾

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

I’m seeing how odd my names got...enjoy whatever this is. Some of them are very interesting. 

[way-veee]

yān yǔ

rating: m

genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads

word count: 1.5k +

pairing: reader x wayv

pt. 4

you were typing up a section of your school report that was due yesterday in the cafe attached to the building that wayv was staying at. you’d been so focused on wayv that you only started it today.

your hands felt numb from typing as you wrote paragraph after paragraph in the afternoon sun with an iced latte. then you feel a hand on your back.

“hi!” kun says smiling. you smile back, you really liked kun. he was always nice to you and the boys and he seemed fun to be around. you just wondered why he was here.

he probably saw the confusion on you face, but ignored it. “what’re you doing?” he asks casually.

“oh im working on a school report.”

he nods, “i miss school.” 

“did you.. go to school?”

 he blushes at you embarrassed.

“nonono not like that” you laugh, “im genuinely curious, when you were training did you go to school?”

“i became a trainee after i finished high school so i didn’t have too unlike most trainees.”

you nod, curious. “do you ever think you’ll want to do any future schooling?”

taken a back by your question he thinks for a moment. 

“ i’d like to get a degree in aviation or aeronautical science.”

you look at him shocked. of course idols could be smart, but for some reason the thought never occurred to you here.

“wow...” you say. “that’s so fascinating... for any particular reason? or,”

he chuckles at how surprised you were. “yeah, i’ve always been interested in aircraft and that aspect of science. i tried to start training for a plane license, but it didn’t work at the time. i think i’ll have to wait a bit before i try again.

you know that “didn’t work at the time” meant that sm didn’t let him move forward with his training and “wait a little bit” meant when he was done performing and in his forties.

you decided not to say anything else, if you could just finish your stupid school work, you’d be free to work on your “plan” that with the boys.

“what do you study?” he questions, expecting you to say journalism or english.

“archaeology and linguistics.” you reply, frowning at your hypothetical coliseum excavation report.

“whoa.” he laughs, he was not expecting you to say that. you had to be crazy smart to study archaeology. and linguistics? no wonder you knew chinese you probably knew multiple languages. you were such a mystery it was astounding.

“that’s... um...” before he can embarrass himself even more or trip over words and blush in your face, he remembers why he came to see you in the first place.

“oh, when you get a chance, we wanted to talk to you in our room.”

“sure, i can come now if that’s okay”

he nods and smiles again. so you pack up your laptop. “am i allowed to be in your rooms?” you question.

“well, not exactly. but its not like we’ve never had strangers in there. as long as the staff members don’t come in,” he stops talking and faces forward red cheeked yet again.

because you didn’t have to think too hard on what type of strangers they would let into their bedrooms.

“its okay. i’ll put my hair up in a hat and if any of them come in they’ll just think i’m winwin.”

kun laughs hysterically at this and you grin. you liked making him laugh.

when you entered one of the boys bedrooms it was like you were a convict walking into a court hearing. all of the boys sat stone faced on the beds looking up at you.

then, amidst the thick quiet you hear xiaojun yawn, then winwin punches his exposed stomach for some reason and xiaojun squirms backwards falling on ten who yells hysterically and accidentally hits lucas in the face.

while all this is happening kun doesn’t blink an eye and looks at them with an “im done with these crackheads” look and just stands beside you.

you just stand there wondering how they possibly fit that many grown men onto a single bed.

after they finish whatever they were doing they become stone faced again and you're forced back up to the podium for your trial.

“i brought her here because we decided to talk about the thing” kun says trying to jog their memory.

“what thing?” lucas asks.

“ya i don’t remember anything about that.” hendery adds.

“after the cooking show?” kun says through gritted teeth.

“what cooking show?” hendery says, actually lost.

kun blinks once, twice then pretends like hendery never spoke in the first place.

“we never really discussed the details and our managers shouldn’t be bothering us today. so we wanted to seriously talk about it.”

you nod, like these guys could be serious.

“thanks again for what you did that day,” lucas says, then looking at winwin to say the same. but he pretends not to hear and looks away.

it was fine by you, you didn’t do it for his appraisal, you did it because you wanted to.

the room falls into a kind of stale silence until xiaojun gestures to an electric keyboard resting on their table.

“we hear you can play the piano?”

you death stare ten for telling everyone but he immediately looks away like he has no idea what xiaojun was talking about.

“yes, i use to play a lot more.” 

you really don’t want to play the piano right now. it was a sensitive matter and you’d definitely be awkward.

“can you play it for us?” xiaojun asks

“oh, no i don’t think i can,”

they all start to encourage you to play saying “come on” and “please,”

the piano falls in your lap and you try to protest as they turn it on. your face gets really hot because of this stressful situation. but then you all hear a knock on the door.

“boys? are you in there?”

fear enters everyone's eyes as the manager knocks on the door.

you thought that they weren’t supposed to be here today.

“uuuh just wait a second i’m naked!” yangyang yells.

you look over confused, “ you could’ve just asked him to wait”

before he has time to protest ten grabs you by the arm.

“we have to hide you now!”

“where?”

“i’m just coming to drop off lucas’s jacket he left, and i also wanted to discuss the fan meet  details!” 

“quick!” kun yells, shoving you under the white sheets of the bed closer to the window. as the manager walks in.

“here can i just leave it on the chair?” the manger questions, wondering why ten was lying vertically across the bed.

“um, okay. about the fan meet, the bus schedule has changed to 45 minutes earlier so be ready to leave in the lot at around 9:20.”

he keeps talking about their fan meet details as you majorly overheat under their thick covers. it didnt also help that ten was lying on your stomach literally crushing the air out of your body.

the manager finally leaves after what feels like an eternity and you gasp for air, sitting up.

“aagh!”

they all laugh at you with your messy hair and red face.

“did you really have to lie on my stomach?” ten looks innocently up at you after he rolls down to lie on your upper legs.

“hey i think i did a good job, he didn’t seem to notice anything.”

you stick your tongue out at him in revolt and he tries to grab it so you try to wrestle his hands down to his chest. after you somehow managed to push his hands down, you lean down on his chest as he coughs hysterically.

bet he didn’t like how that felt very much.

the boys were looking at you weirdly. so to break the silence you suggest, “why don’t we finish this in my room? staff members can’t just barge in because i am,”

“not an idol?” yangyang suggests.

“not worth their attention?” winwin adds

“you’re a laaady?” xiaojun says.

“you’re a ghost, like in the sixth sense, where it’s just in the boy’s head, but you’re simultaneously in all of our consciousnesses.” hendery says.

“how come i can touch things then?” you say lifting up ten’s limp arm and then letting it fall back down.

“well... you’re the kind of ghost that has an actual form and..” he trails off and you slowly say,

“ok.... well anyways let’s go there and we can discuss that more later?”

the boys get up and walk outside to enter your room.

you sit on your chair to let the seven boys take the bed. they inspect your room closely.

“wow your room is like way worse than ours.” lucas states looking disgusted around.

“ya you definitely got tricked, this must be a joke.” kun laughs looking at your small quarters.

“umm y/n?” yangyang says while pointing to a white lacy bra you had left on the ground at the foot of your bed.

“oops” you say slightly embarrassed. you go over and put it in your suitcase facing away from them purposely.

“okay,” kun says slightly blushing as well. “now for the details.”

you nod earnestly waiting.

“we want you to write an article about our mismanagement. its okay though, you can do it under a fake name so you won’t be fired, and we’ll give you all the information.”

“we need someone that’s good at writing to make the article readable.” lucas adds.

you laugh for about 30 seconds, and the boys wonder if they said something funny.

“you’re big plan is to write a strongly worded article?”

“well,” ten says. “it would technically be you writing the article.”

“I was going to write a strongly worded article anyways...”

“oh..” xiaojun says defeated. 

“i had something better in mind” you smirk.

they look at you in surprise, you had thought of them.

“do you guys have access to your albums drive on the producers computer?”

“sure” kun replies. “they give us some previews of beats and backtracks for our lyrics. also while yangyang was trying to download animal crossings on a company computer he downloaded a hidden file with the passwords for all sm music producers accounts.” kun glares at yangyang remembering that time.

“what? I didn’t meddle with anything, I could’ve easily adlibbed on sunny side up, but I didn’t because I’m responsible...”

everybody just looks at yangyang for a few seconds before returning to the conversation.

“what i’m suggesting, is you guys make the title track that you’ve always wanted too. do whatever you want, make an amazing track and right as the other title song is about to be released and sent for album production. you switch it out.”

“i don’t know...” winwin states, “wouldn’t they figure it out if they previewed the songs, then we’d be in big trouble.”

“no,” ten says back. “if you’re on the laptop you could just change the file name of the new track to the one they want us to release, and it’d be a single encryption for the producers.”

“how do you know this?” lucas replies.

“yeah you’ve never taken any computer classes hyung.” xiaojun replies.

“hey, we do things a little differently over in thailand. you need to be good a whole bunch of things.” 

“literally one of the only videos that we have of you in thailand is with red spiked hair rapping baby by justin beiber.” hendery yells at ten.

ten’s ears turn red immediately as he yells “okay but i also learned a lot about computers there too!”

“i think you just like to watch a lot of porn on company laptops.” lucas says. 

the boys break out into laughter as ten just slowly nods in agreement.

“do you guys like the idea? we can start working on it right away and I can also release an article on the song so the producers cant recall it.”

“okay.” kun says looking at wayv. “should we do this.” he looks at the others and you feel very out of place so you get up to leave.

“where are you going?” xiaojun asks softly.

“oh, i was just gonna give you guys a minute.” 

the boys look up at you with big round eyes.

“but we want you here.” yangyang says.

“yea, you’re apart of this too y/n, without you we wouldn’t be able to do this.” kun says smiling. 

you feel a large swell of emotions in your stomach at the boys kind words, you sit back down.

“we’re gonna do this.” ten says totally serious.

“we’re gonna do this.” they all respond back nodding.

“yay!” you jump up, “this is gonna be so fun! i can just imagine the coverage this’ll give the article! and you guys of course too is- are important i meant to say that first...” you stopped talking for the good of everyone.

they seem to find it endearing though, as they smile.

“alright then, we’ll start as soon as we get to bejing.” winwin says.

“wait but isn’t that in four days?”

“no y/n, we leave tomorrow, did you not hear the manager, or were you too preoccupied with my big juicy butt?” ten jokes.

“please never refer to your butt as big and juicy again, it was definitely the first one.”

the boys laugh definitely thinking of ten’s butt.

“okay, this has been fun but now i have to pack so..” you say it in a way so the boys would know that they should leave.

“oh, we don’t mind.” lucas says clueless.

“yea you can pack, you really wear the same two sweaters everyday.” winwin says smiling annoyingly.

“okay out for real now, i mean it.” they all get up and leave now, filing out.

they wave to you as they leave and you shut the door promptly. wondering how you got yourself into this mess, and how this was gonna end.

part 5 

[aesjae]

Boyfriend! Winwin

Stand alone continuation to Confession! Winwin

#1 of Boyfriend! Series

Taeil | Johnny | Taeyong | Yuta | Kun | Doyoung | Ten | Jaehyun | WinWin | Jungwoo | Lucas | Mark | Xiao Jun | Hendery | Renjun | Jeno | Haechan | Jaemin | Yang Yang| Chen Le | Jisung

Word Count: 994 Style/ Genre: Imagine- Headcannon/ - Date posted: 30/07/17

winwin is such a fluff ball i love him

so winwin as a boyfriend

winwin is really shy but i can see him being courageous for his girlfriend

because ever since you came into his life, you were his hope 

and the love he has for you is his daily motivation

every morning he wakes up and you’re his first thought

every time his phone lights up, he hopes it’s from you

every time he sees a familiar silhouette at the corner of his eye, he craves for your presence

and as the relationship progresses he would start to be more sensitive to your feelings

he would unconsciously memorise your habits, your likes, your dislikes, your tendencies

before he knew it, predicting your emotions and your next moves were instinctive and natural

it was like he knew you better than the analysis of the bible

holy

okay then 

winwin being the acrostic poem master, would wittily do lots of cheesy poems for you

“ L -- Loving you was a blessing   O -- Once again, I will look for you high and low in my next life   V -- Vividly, the image of you is always in my mind   E -- Extinguishable, my love for you, shall it never be”

wow so i wrote that

but it’s all for winwin all’s good

winwin could sense your bad mood when he picks you up from work

probably then bringing you to your favourite restaurant for dinner

allowing you to eat all you like and have a lavish dinner

and not worrying about the bill

because winwin would be settling it

after dinner, he would bring you to somewhere quiet, and where you can see the beautiful skyline of the city

just enjoying the peace and quiet in each other’s presence

you snuggled in winwin’s arms

winwin would be a considerate gentleman

personally sending you to the front of your house

giving you a goodnight peck on the forehead

next morning you would probably find winwin at your doorstep

with a huge teddy bear, a bouquet of roses in his hands, and a cute dog helium balloon

you were amazed that winwin even managed to bring all that here

he would cook your breakfast while you got ready for work

even though his cooking wasn’t the best, he put his heart and soul into cooking

because winwin always worried about your health

the amount that you were eating,

the amount of water you were drinking

the amount of sleep you were getting

what a caring boyfriend

even at work, winwin would bombard you with text messages

‘(Y/N)-ahhh, how’s work so far? Is it very stressful?’

‘Your boss didn’t reprimand you again did he? If he did, I would personally go to your office and show him a piece of his mind’

‘(Y/N)~~ Take a break okay~~ Don’t overstress yourself, wrinkles don’t look good on you. If you’re stressed, look at my picture~~’

// WinBae ❤︎ sent a photo //

opens to winwin’s silly selfie

which made you chuckle and cause all your colleagues to just look at you weirdly

but winwin was too cute

winwin would love to make jokes with you, just to make you happy and smile

he loved seeing your smile and hearing your laughter

and he would do anything to bring you happiness

winwin would enjoy dancing for you, sometimes free dancing sillily too

but only to you, because he knew that only you could tolerate such a side of him

and he knew that you loved every aspect of him

dates with him would be adorable

winwin would always have his camera with him

being your personal photographer

and him taking photos of you at every moment

cute amusement park dates :-D

winwin dragging you everywhere

to every ride and every booth

winning every game at every booth and giving you the prize ( cause winwin yeh ;) )

omg living with winwin as your boyfriend would result in really funny moments

like winwin chasing you around the house

and him setting the pan on fire while frying an egg

i swear that boy probably even considered hiring taeyong as both of your personal chef

“Errr (Y/N)..?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I dropped my toothbrush into the toilet bowl... And yours too...”

“WHAT?!”

“THEY JUST SLIPPED OUT OF MY HANDS SPARE MEEEE”

now it’s your turn to chase winwin around the house

dongsichengalmostdiedthatday

winwin would be very concerned about your dental health too

but you would then always remind him of the previous incident

and his face would go really red

but dental health was still utmost priority to him

“(Y/N)~~ Guess what~~”

“Well,, You scheduled another dental appointment for us?”

“Awww you know me so well~~”

honestly uall would have dental appointments every 2/3 months despite not having any dental health problems

but because of someone

and jealous winwin

“Baobei ah- I know Taeyong hyung is handsome but i’m your boyfriendddd,, only look at me please (Y/N) ahhhh” 

so whiny ohmy

20 y.o. dong si cheng is such a child omg

at home, there would definitely be normal couple moments too

like movie nights

winwin also enjoyed attacking you with cuddles and hugs

engulfing you in warmth

and im so warm and soft here

the shy winwin from the start of the relationship would grow into a confident boyfriend

because you changed him for the better

you gave him confidence

you gave him hope

you boosted his self-esteem

you gave him belief

you were his happiness

he was so grateful for you and he couldn’t ask for more

even after years into the relationship, his heart would still beat with the same excitement and nervousness whenever he was with you

the feeling of reliving the first moments of falling in love again

because everyday, he was falling deeper in love with you

there was no end to it

every night, he would kiss the top of your head to end the day

this was without fail

“ I Love You”

[way-veee]

yān yǔ

rating: m genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads word count: 1.5k + pairing: reader x wayv pt. 2 

“just recording? okay i can manage that.” you reassure yourself on the phone with your manager. 

“yeah, it’s just for half the day because the boys have rehearsal for the other half, you’ll be in the umeda district, without any cameras or media coverage, me and mr. lee think it will have a more relaxed outcome for the report.” 

“you talked to mr soo-man lee?” you question definitely skeptical of your manager.

 “well i talked to someone that’s ordered around by him so in theory.. you know what forget it.”  

a small smile plays on your lips in the early morning light.

 “just be ready by 10:00 and remember, make them look good, really good. do you hear me?” 

you grimace slightly, you were known to give an unbiased sometimes harsh opinion on your reports. painting wayv in an angelic light would go against everything that you’ve worked for. 

“yes of course.” you whisper, before hanging up the phone unable to take anymore orders from your manager. 

you make sure you have everything in place, you have on one of the sweaters you brought, with jeans and your favorite purse. you pack your laptop and journal so you can jot down notes for today’s section. you even put on a little makeup, not that it mattered what other people saw you as, you just wanted to wear it. after everything is settled you leave the room. 

and there’s no one in the hallway. 

you look at your watch, it’s only 9:41, had the boys not woken up yet? you tip toe quietly to look for any signs of life, but find none. you shrug, it’s not your fault  that the members of wayv couldn’t manage their time properly. you walk out to the garage of the complex expecting a black bmw to drive you and wayv  to umeda. 

instead you find seven fashionably early boys. 

you open your mouth in shock. how did they beat you here?

you hated to admit it but they all looked so good. wearing trendy and fashionable high end clothing, everything looked so effortlessly nice and boyfriend material ish, you knew it was carefully pick out just for this occasion. you roll your eyes in disdain. 

did they have no sustenance in their life? did they have any choices of their own? just the thought constricts you. 

“ i thought there weren’t going to be any cameras today?” you say flatly.          

 they look you up and down definitely not impressed by your boring appearance. 

“if there were cameras around you wouldn’t be here.” you looked shocked, over at xiaojun. 

“and you all wouldn’t be taking photos that i’d allow in my issue.”

 they’re all shocked at you now. no one ever talked back to them, especially not some little reporter girl in a baggy brown sack. 

“the car’s waiting.” you hear kun say, definitely trying to break this doomed conversation apart. 

you all pile into the van, one of their countless and disposable employees sits beside the driver. 

“so y/n,” he says as they drive off. “we hear you’re a great reporter?” 

the boys highly doubted that, they highly doubted that you’re even supposed to be here.

“that’s very kind of you to say,” you respond, genuinely flattered. “i actually was head journalist of the louis vutton fashion show here in osaka, and another one of my articles was chosen to cover the osaka university crisis.” 

you can feel the boys surprised impressions behind you. you had single handedly covered two of the biggest events in osaka. 

they weren’t the only ones that excelled in their field of work. 

when you got to the studio, the managers had takeout ready for you guys to eat. after, you were flung into a meeting after with wayv and their managers, they discussed logistics and statistics no doubt to impress you. 

but all you could focus on was the seven boys sitting on the opposite side of the table, making mean faces at you. 

you couldn’t believe it, they were full on glaring at you the whole time. you couldn’t fathom how superstars like them could be so rude, so you naturally make faces back, sticking your tongue out, curling your lips. 

it didn’t scare them like you intended it too, but it was more interesting than the meeting.

 the boys had to have a word with the producers from the studio. of course you weren’t allowed in, because it was “sensitive information”, so you were exiled alone into a room beside the studio, just with a few chairs and a piano. 

you refrained from playing the piano for sometime, sitting in a chair fiddling with your thumbs, but as the minutes added on you gave in quite easily and decided to play it. 

the leather seat feels familiar as you trace your hands across the keys. the piano was the only instrument you enjoyed playing, something about is was different than every other. whenever you played music on the piano, you immersed yourself in it.

 your right hand starts to aimlessly play a tune by muscle memory, then your other hand joins in and you let out a familiar sigh of relief as your body slips into a state of relaxation that you only get from playing the piano. 

you played the piano a lot when you were in high school. you didn’t have many friends and most subjects didn’t entertain you. aside from writing, playing piano was what you did most. you played pop song covers, jazz, classical, movie scores. whatever you could get your hands on. what you lost in social interactions, you made up with music.

it was also very personal to you. you played with your whole heart, there was so much emotion and expression you put into it. if anyone said something rude about your playing, your whole world would shatter.

but in this very moment, it brought you the stability you needed. so you continued playing, the song was seven minutes long and you played through it twice.

then suddenly, you feel a tap on your back and literally jump up out of your seat. red faced you turned around to see ten, seemingly unfazed. you wonder how long he’d been there. 

you hadn’t heard him enter so he could’ve been there for quite some time. the thought makes you want to shrink down into oblivion.

“i.... sorry i just started to play and...” 

“is that liszt?” he asks, genuinely curious.

 “yes,” you reply with a smile, looking into his light brown eyes. “le mal du pays.” 

you stare at him for a second waiting for him to ask more questions, but he doesn’t. he just turns back around and says 

“we needed you in there ten minutes ago.” 

he then saunters off into the room not once looking back. 

you indignantly huff and walk into the room, shaken by your encounter with ten. as you enter the room the boys stop speaking in rushed cantonese and look at you. 

“okay, now we can get started,” the director of the studio says definitely unimpressed by your tardiness.

 “so as we discussed, this album is going to be more contemporary and natural, this is where the fans will really get to know more about you and your interests.” 

you hurriedly take out your pen and notepad and scribble down points of the meeting you can expand on later.

 the director plays a few back tracks and the boys comment on them. 

 “for the main track we wanted to incorporate minnan dialect, to represent our past,”

you look up at hendery, you love the idea. it would add insight and depth to their music while honoring a part of chinese culture. 

“well..” the director cuts in, “we wanted to take another approach and stick to a standard chinese and english mix. now for the lyrics one of our producers wrote this to go along with a pre selected track..” 

you look up shocked, then at the boys. they looked so defeated after having their idea shot down, you couldn’t believe that SM basically did everything for them and wayv couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

at first you might have called the boys lazy or manufactured. but now you know that they’re trapped and dismissed. 

you see that on their faces. you had no idea. the rest of the “collaboration” took an hour, as you sat there and lied out guts your onto the notepad in front of you. 

both wayv and the producers worked harmoniously, turning primal beats and rhythms into lovely music. 

neither, had happened. the producers played generic pop beats and wayv tried again and again to get some of their ideas incorporated, failing each time.

 the drive back was silent, you could feel the defeat in the air. they were no longer looking at you, or concerned about you. 

they were looking among themselves for hope, for a way to make music they wanted to make. 

their sadness made you want to break in two. 

you couldn’t hate them anymore. you didnt deserve too, they can hate you all they want. but you could no longer be mad at these boys after seeing what they've been through. now everything makes sense.

“well, anyone can play the piano, hell even xiaojun can play the piano and look at him,”yangyang says while gesturing to xiaojun who was trying to persuade lucas to give him a piggy back because he wanted to “move fast”

ten shakes his head at yangyang, hendery and winwin.“no not like that, she was really good.”

“are you sure it wasn't a recording or-”

“no.” ten says, cutting winwin off. “it was amazing to listen to” he reminisces. getting lost in that moment, looking up at the ceiling thinking of your hands dancing across the piano keys like magic.

“it was like, she was supernatural. the look on her face was so serene that i didn’t want to disturb her. it was really weird...”

the boys look at ten waiting for him to say more.

“trust me, when you guys hear her you’ll agree. she sounded professional. really.”

he looks into the boys eyes for a glint of acknowledgment, but finds none.

“how much did you hear?” winwin asks.

“all of it.” 

the boys look at ten in shock, he never usually talked about people this way. especially not a sack wearing gross looking reporter like yourself.

“well that still doesn’t make up for the fact of her being a complete jerk!” xiaojun yells from atop lucas’s broad shoulders.

“i don’t think we can judge her until we get to know her.” kun says as he appears from his room. “there is definitely a lot there that we don’t see.”

“we’ll she’s still a bi-” yangyang then tackles hendery from behind, pulling him off of the bed the other members were sitting on. his words cut off by yangyang's clammy hands. yangyang tries to lick hendery’s nose while he yells fearfully in chinese.

after they had settled down, xiaojun thought he’d say what they were all thinking. 

“today went worse than usual. they usually consider our ideas, or act like they like them. now they don’t even pretend to need us.”

the boys look down in defeat. xiaojun was right. it had gotten worse.

“i dont know how much longer i can do this..” lucas says, looking tearfully into the palms of his hands. “ i want to be a musician. not just a body, or a face or a dancer. i want to sing and make music.”

the boys sit on the silence of the room. 

they feel the same. they had no idea how much longer they could last like this.

“i just don’t understand. our ideas are good. and they’re our ideas. no one should be treated like this.” winwin whispers.

“give it time,” kun offers. “we have fans supporting us and we have each other. music or not i want to stay with you guys.”

henderey grabs kun’s hand with his own as they sit there for the millionth time. contemplating the situation they were in. 

“we have to do something,” ten says looking up at the saddened boys he thinks of as brothers. “and i think i know how.”

they look up hopefully, but as soon as they figure out that the sack wearing gross looking reporter was involved,

chaos erupts.

part 3