Ich bin Hendrarrry

Ten

Is a picky eater and honestly once he sees you reach over to his plate of food without asking, he questions why he loves you

‘Don’t test me y/n’

You’d roll your eyes because Ten already lets you get away with so much

Don’t think you’ll be able to get away with this particular injustice again though

Once your hand starts to reach over to his food he’ll smack your hand like he’s reprimanding one of his pets

Except maybe meaner

You give him your best puppy-dog eyes though and if you whine cutely enough he might just cave in

Definitely starts to eat out with a lot less though

Winwin

‘y/n don’t take my food’ winwin would cutely complain but he doesn’t do anything to stop it

In fact he kind of enjoys sharing his food with you and secretly just wants to feed you

Although once you start eating from his plate the way his eyes light up as he stares intensely at you might make you nervous enough to stop

Is the type to make sure whatever he gets you won’t mind eating and vice-versa, meals are always just one giant hotpot tbh

Steals food from your plate just as often so it works out

‘Dong Sicheng you thief!’

‘What you’re tinier than me, I’m a growing boy?’

Lucas

Loves sharing food! and enjoys knowing you’re eating enough

Honestly the first time you grab a spoonful of soup from his dish he’d just nudge it closer to you and encourage you to try more

As long as Lucas gets enough food to eat you can honestly just take whatever

That is if you act fast enough because this man absolutely inhales his food like there’s no stopping him less than him accidentally chocking

‘Lucas I told you to chew more before swallowing!’

‘I did but the food’s so good!’

‘I don’t know the Heimlich!’

You are forced to learn the Heimlich maneuver for him

Xiaojun

Gets quite huffy because Xiaojun is also really into food and he hates it when someone steals from his plate

‘stop being such a slow eater than Jun’

‘I’m going to starve because of you’ fake cries to make you feel guilty but it’s a battle of the fittest and Xiaojun might be stronger but you’re faster

In public settings will just roll his eyes and glare a lot at you but if you steal his food when you’re at the dorm you best believe he’s going to throw down

When he sees your hand start to slowly inch towards his plate, he will not hesitate to bite your fingers so make sure to wear gloves

Hendery

‘Hey babe I don’t like all this extra stuff do you want it?’

Honestly, it’s not even stealing food with Hendery because he always offers you the bits and pieces of his meal that he doesn’t like

Which works out because he likes all the things you hate!

It’s a symbiotic relationship although sometimes you do sneak in ninja bites of his food, especially if it’s anything sweet

Teases you about it but overall is pretty chill

He learns quickly to order extra of a food if he knows it’s your favourite

If he’s feeling playful will demand a kiss in exchange for food

Yangyang

Lowkey salty about it like

‘Y/n you have your own food why do you always steal mine’ he’d complain every time you’d take a bite which just spurs you on because he’s cute when he whines

‘Yangie I thought we share everything’ you’d laugh as you take a handful of his fries

Deeply considers if dating you is worth having his food stolen but he decides after seeing your happy face munching away that maybe it is

Only barely though

Is huffy that you steal his food but becomes jealous when you take food from someone else’s plate

‘I thought you didn’t like me eating your food?’

‘What, when did I say that? Just stop stealing food from Winwin’s plate’

“Hey,” the old man’s voice says, “watch where you’re going kid.”

Kid? Your face burns slightly at the remark but otherwise you curtly excuse yourself, ignoring the way the guy mutters something about ‘rude youths these days’ and make it to your seat. Whatever, he’s probably a bitter old-man that works a dead-end job.

Sighing, you lean back in your seat and scroll through your phone. A few uneventful minutes pass by as you try not to doze off yourself (turns out, the slight rattling of the train makes for great white noise) before a show blocks the fluorescent light. With a small yawn you lift your head away from your phone only to stare in minor shock as you see the handsome stranger from before in front of you. You try to keep a modest amount of eye-contact, occasionally looking past his head because also eww, eye-contact.

“Hey, um,” the man starts, voice still sounding like he’s waking up and why does it sound so cute, “you dropped this pen when you accidentally ran into that guy.”

Pen? Tilting your head, you watch as the stranger brings up said pen and can’t help but blush. The pen’s a very pastel pink with gold trim and a gold moon at the end.

“Sailor Moon, right,” the man says as he hands it over, “it’s a really good anime. A classic.” The stranger finishes with a boyish grin that has your heart doing backflips.

“O-Oh, is it?” You nervously tuck a stray piece of wavy hair behind your ear, “my niece just gifted it to me for my first day of work. It’s supposed to be a lucky charm.”

“Oh yeah! It’s really good, um, if you haven’t watched it before you should definitely give it a try! Kind of girly and cheesy but the visuals are solid.” The man finishes with a slight flush of his face, eyes diverting from your own. You can’t help but thank him again, and as he stands there for a second longer you wonder if there’s something else he needs. Just as you’re about to ask, he starts back up again, blush even redder than before, “Um, I have an anime app on my phone if you wanna watch an episode?”

This time, it’s your turn to blush. “Oh, well, I do need something to help me wake up.” You move your backpack and gently pat the seat beside you. “I’m y/n by the way.”

“Oh, I’m Hendery! Nice to meet you, y/n.” Hendery laughs softly as he starts the first episode.

The volume is just loud enough for the two of you to hear, but just barely as you find yourself having to lean closer to Hendery. The soft touch of his jacket tickles your bare forearm and you can’t help but shiver slightly, really wishing you had worn something warmer. Just as the first episode ends, you spy the time on the corner of Hendery’s phone and realize that you’re stop should be coming up soon. Truthfully, you don’t really want to leave the train because that means you’ll have to actually start adulting.

“Do you have time for another episode,” Hendery asks as he leans back, scooting over to give you more space. It’s a nice gesture but you also just want to pull him closer because when did it get so cold in here?

“No, my stop should be coming up soon.”

Hendery’s mouth dips briefly into a frown before taking off his jacket and passing it over. “Here, I noticed you were shivering the whole time. You should dress better for the weather next time,” he comments gently placing the jacket into your open palms.

“H-How will I return this? Do you take the train every day?”

Hendery shrugs with a slow, confident grin. “No, only when I go to my classes. But I could give you my number if you want to return it later.” The confidence quickly fades though as Hendery’s face flushes a bright red. “Or, um, you know. You can give it back whenever we’re on the train again. I have plenty of jackets at home anyway. Or if you wanna give me your number...”

“Hmm, was giving me your jacket just a ploy to get my number,” you laugh as you quickly put the offered clothing on, sighing in delight as you finally feel warm.

“No, I was gonna ask for your number when I returned the pen originally. Thought that might’ve been too forward though.”

You shake your head with laughter. “Maybe, but either way yes I would like to give you my number. Let me see your phone?”

Handing the phone over, you pull the too-long of sleeves up so your fingers can type in your contact info. Briefly, you debate if you should put something over your name as you can’t help but notice that Hendery did cute nicknames for all the contacts on the phone. Nibbling your bottom lip, you hastily put your name in as ‘y/n’ with a train emoji at the end. When you hand the phone back Hendery just looks back at you with a slightly raised brow.

“So you don’t forget who I am,” you admit with a small blush.

Hendery chuckles before he admits, “I don’t think I could. Not often people as cute as you come on the train.”

Your nose scrunches up but you can’t help the laugh that escapes.

“Okay, gross. Also, you’re cute too so I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Feeling the train slowly start to decelerate, you grab your belongings, making sure your pen clips back onto the zipper of your backpack. “Well, it was nice meeting you Hendery. Have fun with your classes.”

“Oh, trust me, engineering classes are only fun when you can make something. Other than that, I’m going to die with all my math classes.”

As Hendery follows you to one of the opening doors, you turn to him with a playful grin. “Well, don’t die before sending me a text, okay?” And before he has a chance to respond you step off onto the platform, waving at him as the doors slowly close again. You watch briefly as the train slowly starts again, chugging along until it was out of sight.

“It sucks that Winwin and the rest left yesterday. It feels like there’s so much room here now,” Yangyang grumbles as he pushes his food around his plate.

“That’s why we invited Renjun and Hanna over,” You say the same time Hendery repeats out ‘the rest’.

“You know ‘the rest’ had names, right?”

Yangyang shrugs noncommittedly as he stabs into the egg yolk. “Yeah, but we all know Winwin was the best. Bet they won’t even like their last semester abroad,” Yangyang finishes with a particularly vicious bite of his toast. You shake your head at the youngest before diverting your gaze to Renjun as he shares a piece of toast with his girlfriend. Yangyang isn’t wrong though, with Winwin and ‘the rest’ as he aptly put it, gone for the upcoming semester, the apartment does feel a lot smaller. And technically, the only ones who live here are you and Kun, but you got so used to having the younger college students around that the absence of at least several bodies makes the place feel so much bigger.

“So, Hendery,” Hanna starts between a mouthful of fruit and innocent eye-smile, “I hear you’ve been spending some time with a girl.”

“Dejun!”

“What! Someone has to gossip since Ten isn’t here anymore,” Dejun finishes with a giant smile as he goes for another pancake. And despite how much you hate gossiping, you can’t help but lean a little closer, chin resting against the palm of your hand as you quirk an eyebrow in Hendery’s direction.

“A girl huh? Does our little Dery have a crush?”

Hendery scrunches his nose as he lets out a long, suffering sigh. “We literally just game together! It’s nothing – I just – god! Can’t we talk about Dejun’s actual crush!” The brunette’s face flushes a dangerous red and from your right you hear Kun snort out a laugh.

“Well, they do not wish to be known,” Dejun clicks his tongue as he smacks Hendery upside the head.

“‘They’ as in prefer not to elaborate or they as in preferred pronouns,” Renjun asks.

Dejun beams at the question and you can’t help the coo that escapes, causing both yours and his cheeks to heat up. “Preferred pronouns.”

Hendery hums as his usually pale complexion turns back to normal. “Hey, that’s cool. We respect all bitches and bros and non-binary hoes.”

“Hendery, don’t say bitches,” You hiss at the younger.

“What? It’s from an anime. I swear, scouts honor,” Hendery argues as he raises his hand but Yangyang just snorts and shakes his head.

“You were never in the scouts, bro.” He leans over and snags the last sausage before Hanna can, and good thing looks can’t kill because you’ve never meet someone so in love with food before.  “But I can vouch for him. It is from an anime. What a nerd,” Yangyang snickers, letting his guard down just enough for Renjun to reach over and steal his sausage before passing it to Hanna. “Seriously, the day Hendery gets a girlfriend is when hell freezes over.”

“Hey, don’t be so mean,” Hanna cuts in, “Hendery’s handsome. He’s just bad with words.”

“Right, so just never talk when you’re in a relationship,” Renjun tacks on with a smirk.

Sensing the teasings hitting a little too close to a sore spot, you chime in with the best parental frown you can. “Kids, kids, I think that’s enough. Now, I gotta get to work soon. Kun,” you lean over and peck your boyfriend’s lip, “don’t forget you have a dentist appointment today. Yangyang you’re on dish duty – do not argue with me I fed you – and Hendery,” you gaze lands softly on the fidgeting brunette, “we would love to be introduced to your new friend. Maybe Kun can cook up dinner and she can come over.”

Under the grumbling and weak protests, Hendery smiles. You don’t expect the words that come out of his mouth next though.

“Thanks mom.”

Immediately, Hendery lets his head slam onto the table like a puppet being cut loose while Renjun and Yangyang howl in laughter. You’re used to the ‘kids’ calling Kun dad, but it’s all usually done in a teasing manner to make fun of his old age. However, them calling you mom is a new one. For Hendery’s sake though you just laugh awkwardly.

“Can I not do dishes, I sprained my wrist yesterday,” Yangyang complains, “and Dejun hasn’t done them in forever!”

Kun, bless his heart, butts in with a fond, “Hey now kids, listen to your mother.”

You glare at your boyfriend’s impish grin knowing he’s just having the time of his life. With a tight-lipped smile, you tell the younger students to have a good day before leaning down to kiss Kun on the cheek. Instead, you aim your lips by the shell of his ear and whisper ‘I am going to destroy you’ before placing a quick peck and then grabbing your purse and leaving.

Despite the way the words bounce in your brain throughout the day, the incident doesn’t come up again until a month later. Work does a good job with slamming you with projects and due-dates that are outrageous for anything that isn’t a machine that you just simply forget that Hendery called you his mom (sans the occasional nights where the incident replays in your brain, terrorizing you to no end). And of course, you would prefer it that way if Dejun wasn’t the one to call you that next.

You’re scrolling through Instagram idly, waiting in the parking lot of the vet clinic for Dejun to come back with his dog who had to get spade. Unfortunately, between you, Kun and his plethora of kids, only you and him know how to drive. Perhaps for the best, you’ve seen Yangyang play driving games and you’re legitimately terrified for when he gets his license. As you see a familiar mop of brown hair approaching your car, you open the passenger side and smile at the drowsy ball of fur in his arms.

“Thanks, mom, for driving me to pick her up, I would’ve walked but I know Bella would’ve been too tired for the trek back.” Dejun says with a soft smile. You watch in fascination through the car’s mirror as Dejun’s face slowly morphs to horror as he realizes what he just said as his mouth flounders open and close. “I - I mean y/n! Not mom. I already have a mom!” Dejun backtracks in a panic, eyes comically wide.

“Dejun it’s alright. Kun’s the dad and I’m...” you tilt your head in thought, “the mom. Um, no big deal.”

And god you hope Dejun believes you because once you get back to the apartment you practically flop onto an unsuspecting Kun.

“Do you know what Dejun called me today? Mom,” you burst out, rolling off of Kun’s back and onto the other side of the bed. “Is it because I’m old? Like god, I know they’re young and all but I never thought I was that old. But now that I think about it, I am two years older than you, and comparing that to Yangyang I’m almost a decade older than him and oh god,” you exhale, “I am old! I can’t party for long anymore, and we go to bed before eleven. I’m turning into my parents.” With a mournful cry, you roll your face into Kun’s side and lament for your lost youth.

“Okay, shh, there, there, drama queen. You aren’t old.” Kun gently envelops you into his arms as gentle fingers card through your hair. “You know the kids are just young and away from their family, some of them really far away. And you just have good motherly instincts – doesn't mean you’re old though. You’re as beautiful as the day I met you.” Kun finishes with a soft smile as he lifts your face up to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. Giggling, you sigh into the kiss and snuggle closer.

“And yet it still took you a whole two years of meeting before you asked me out.” You tease when you pull away.

“Yeah, don’t remind me. Ten would always tease me for having a crush on you,” Kun admits shyly, eyes looking at everything but you as his face steadily heats up.

“It is a shame we didn’t get together sooner. But I guess we’re both allowed to being young and dumb once.”

Kun hums as he gently places a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Kissing your forehead he says, “We’re still young. We’re not even thirty yet.” Kun leans down again to capture your lips, but instead of the gentle press the previous had, something hungrier lies in its wake. Yout let out a small moan as Kun rolls you onto your back, covering your body with his own as he presses you into the mattress. Hastily, you start unbuttoning his shirt but before you can even get to the third button, you hear the front door swing open and loud voices flood the apartment.

“Parental Units!” Hanna calls out and you try not to groan. Seems like that’s your new nickname now, great. “We don’t have any money for dinner!”

“Hey old man,” Hendery shouts join in, “my girlfriend’s coming over for dinner is that okay!”

“Why would he invite her over and then ask us if that’s okay,” Kun groans as he rolls over, any previous excitement for the night washed away with the sudden intrusion. “Why did we even give them the code to the apartment?”

“Because we’re their parents,” you reply with a soft but defeated grin before springing up out of bed, quickly petting down your hair and straightening your blouse. Looking down at a still pouting Kun though, you can’t help but feel a little pity. It’s immediately thrown out though because Hendery’s bringing his new girlfriend over and there is no way your boyfriend is ruining this for you. Smacking Kun’s butt, you chastise the brunette, “Now get out of bed mister. We have a bunch of pizza to order.”

Kun sighs.