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(Mysterious Class Pt 3)

Coffee

As far back as Jaehyuk can remember: Haruto has been there, to bring him tea just before bed. Every day he presents a new flavor, a new benefit, a new reason…

Haruto always brings him tea. Yet he himself is much more like coffee.

Jaehyuk now feels the withdrawals.

(Mysterious Class Pt 2)

You Broke Me First

Haruto is many things: he’s funny, he’s kind, he’s thoughtful, he’s handsome…

What he is not, is violent.

So how can it be him? How can he be the one who’s terrorized, who’s hurt, who’s deceived?

The other students are confident in their stance. There is a ghost in their classroom, but more than that: there’s a parasite. There is a threat.

They’ve chosen extermination, elimination…Jaehyuk is not so sure.

He prides himself on his intelligence, on his ability to see things rationally and factually; but this truth is almost paradoxical in nature. He’s happened upon information he wasn’t meant to know, and the knowledge aches. Jaehyuk’s mind is a hurricane of emotion. He spends days taking what he knows, piecing it together like a puzzle.

thinking, rethinking, overthinking—

until he finally comes to a conclusion:

Watanabe Haruto is a lot of things…

But he is Jaehyuk’s friend, above all else.

(Mysterious Class Pt. 1)

Treehouse

Yoon Jaehyuk is simply not interested in knowing anyone from his high school class. Well, other than Haruto: the kind and gentle soul he shares a room with. Jaehyuk wants to know everything about Haruto, his curiousity grows and grows with each passing interaction:

Why does he bring me tea?

Why is he so worried about my sleep?

Why is he so sweet to me??

Has he always been so… lovely?

Devil Town

𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂

BAD IDEA

AO3 FIC LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37047037

Never Got To

Yoon Jaehyuk lacks a lot of things: he’s one in a million, in the worst way. He’s never belonged, he’s never been loved. He was born an outcast.

His only happiness: the boy of his dreams. Or rather, the boy in his dreams. Jeongwoo must be a figment of his imagination: he’s all the things Jaehyuk isn’t, and more. He’s smart, and confident, and funny, and sweet…

He only appears behind closed eyes, he’s only imaginary.

Yet Jaehyuk would give anything for him to be real.

Well, Park Jeongwoo is very much real, and very much closer than Jaehyuk knows.

Born with a death sentence,each of Jeongwoo’s 16 years of life have unfolded in a hospital. Being awake is painful, and any activity is pure agony. Jeongwoo is bedridden, doomed to watch the clock tick down to his demise. Except when he’s asleep, because with sleep comes dreams, and in dreams he is healthy, in dreams he can run and play and laugh and sing… dreaming is freedom.

After Jaehyuk appeared, Jeongwoo’s life inverted: he was a corpse by day, and boy by night.

For 11 years: these two boys kept each other alive. They made each other whole.

And when Jeongwoo disappeared for good, Jaehyuk felt like a part of himself had been ripped away. His soulmate died before Jaehyuk could truly known him.

Is this what mental instability is 🤠

Genre: Light Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Kunten (Qian Kun x Ten Lee) and implied (Ten x Everyone) [ALL SHIPS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PLATONIC]

Word Count: 1455

Warnings: Fluff overdose, might give you diabetes /t

Synopsis: Ten just really likes kisses and he wants to give them to his friends. That’s it.

A/N: I wrote this wanting it to be Platonic!Kunten but tbh it may have gotten away from me a little bit so believe what you want ig

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30021543

Ten has always been overly affectionate. In the eyes of Weishennies, Winwin and Yangyang bear the brunt of it. On variety shows and lives Ten can sometimes be found floating around one of his two didis or entirely attached to them. It’s become a joke among fans and members, the way Ten calls Yangyang baby while the maknae responds with countless protests and whines. But something fans are unaware of is that off-camera, the Thai male’s affection extends to all the members. Ten is known to demand touches from most any friend in reach. Even Kun, despite the pairs’ constant bickering. The WayV members have grown used to Ten’s insatiable need to hold and be held. There’s a silent understanding between the 7 roommates. All the boys know that comforting Ten is just more of a physical thing. Each member understands, and some have even become fond of the actions. Most surprisingly Winwin. Though he seems like a total skinship anti, he’s all smiles whenever Ten envelopes him in a hug. 

For the endless love and acceptance of his bandmates, Ten feels so incredibly blessed. But even in such a wonderful situation, there are things Ten can’t have. And lines he dare not cross.

To Ten, there’s nothing inherently romantic or sexual about his lingering touches. To him, spooning with his friends is his way of showing platonic affection. Obviously some things are reserved for romantic/sexual partners: making out and things of the like. But the lines between friendship and partnership are far thinner to him than most. He hasn’t told his friends about his affinity for kisses, having only recently come to terms with it himself. All through his life he’s had these fleeting urges to kiss his friends, and he’d always passed them off as intrusive thoughts. But lately, these urges have become more persistent. When his members are especially kind to him, he feels his attention float briefly to their lips, wishing to give them a small peck. It’s always a peck. A forehead kiss, eskimo, cheek, knuckle, nose; always something innocent. A mere grazing of lips to skin. No matter how innocent the intent or the action, Ten can’t help but feel completely and utterly ashamed. 

Friends aren’t supposed to want to kiss each other, he chides to himself. The dancer already feels like enough of a bother asking to cuddle and hold hands, he fears that by taking the extra step, he’ll lose all 6 of them entirely. So he pushes these feelings deep down, and continues on, hoping the others don’t notice his worry. 

Unfortunately for Ten, Kun prides himself on being in tune with his members’ emotions. Kun first realizes something is wrong during one of the group’s rare off days. He and Ten had opted to stay home, the younger practically BEGGING him to continue watching Doctor Who with him. The two eldest boys have been watching it together for a couple months, and have already plowed through 2 seasons (that’s quite impressive considering how packed their schedules are). Since it’s nearly impossible to refuse Ten anything, Kun finds himself lazing the day away on the couch, carding his fingers through the soft brown locks strewn across his lap.

“Fuck. Everything,” Ten says after they finish the season 2 finale. “Whoever made this episode is a monster.”

Kun giggles, leaning down to wipe stray tears from Ten’s cheeks. “You knew it had to end eventually Tennie.” 

“YEAH BUT THAT WAS SO M E A N!” Ten removes his head from Kun’s lap as the older laughs harder. “It’s not funny!” The Thai man pouts, only eliciting more laughter. 

“Aw you poor thing,” Kun teases, pushing himself off the couch and holding a expectant hand out to the pouting brunette. “C’mon you big baby. Let me make you something to cheer you up.”

Never one to turn down free food, Ten trudges to the kitchen and sits down at the table while his ge gets to work. Ten watches Kun work for 15 minutes before turning to the table and placing a bowl of noodles in front of Ten. The younger looks up at the singer then, an almost indecipherable look on his face. In those few seconds of silence, Kun sees hesitation in Ten’s eyes, an uncharacteristic moment of pause. It’s like Ten wants to do something but he’s restraining himself. Then all too quickly, the look is gone. Ten thanks Kun for the meal before scarfing it down. 

Kun doesn’t bring it up then, or when he sees the same look directed at Hendery the next night while they’re playing Monopoly. He waits a week before finally confronting the boy, having seen the same hesitant gaze 5 or more times by now.

He decided to confront him after their biweekly Just Dance tournament. Kun and Ten were on a team together and kicking everyone else’s asses. After winning their 4th consecutive battle they’d hugged victoriously. When they pulled back, Ten had “the look” written all over his face. And without warning, he pecked Kun on the nose.

Oh.

Ten stood straight in horror, he didn’t even give Kun a chance to say anything before bolting out of the room. The 5 other members followed him with eyes full of worry and concern. They’re only semi-placated with Kun’s promise of “I’ll talk to him.”

Kun opened the door to Ten and Hendery’s shared room to see Ten facing the wall dejectedly, curled tightly into his blankets. The older made sure he moved softly and quietly, not wanting to spook the boy. He sat himself on the bed across from Ten’s huddled figure, not missing the other boy’s flinch. Kun lays down behind the boy, wrapping his arms around his middle.

“I’m not mad Yongqin, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Kun uses Ten’s Mandarin name, knowing the younger loves the way it rolls off his tongue. “I just want to understand, ok?” The older rubs soothing circles on Ten’s arm with his finger.

“I’m sorry,” Ten whispers, almost imperceptibly quiet. 

“Qinqin I told you there’s nothing to be s--”

“No but I am sorry,” Ten says, turning himself in Kun’s hold to face the older, but still not making eye contact. “I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I could tell it was bothering you.” Kun says, raising the eyebrow of the dancer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kun confirms. “So do you have a crush on me?”

“Not at all,” Ten says honestly. He fiddles with his fingers between their parallel chests rather than meet Kun’s gaze. “I just… hhh I don’t know how to begin to explain it.”

“Take your time.” Kun assures which Ten is exceedingly grateful for. Kun has always been patient and level-headed that way.

“It’s kinda like… you know how you hug your friends? To show them you care about them?” Kun nods easily. “Well, for me… kissing is kinda equivalent to a hug with a friend. It’s just...my way of showing affection I guess,” Kun nods again, taking in every word Ten says. “It became apparent a few months ago. But I didn’t want to bother you guys with it, so I kept quiet. And I know it’s weird and it’s really no big deal if you don’t want to I can--”

“Ten.”

“Yeah, It’s too much isn’t it? Can we just pretend this never happened? I’m really sor--”

“Ten.”

“Look Kun don’t worry about it. It’s really fine. I just want to--”

“Yongqin.”

Ten finally ceases his baseless ranting. Kun rubs up and down the boy’s upper arms.

“Ten it’s fine. I never said I disliked it. If platonic kisses are something you want… something you need,” Kun smiles lightly. “Then I don’t see a problem with that.”

This time Ten actually does look Kun in the eye, cat-like eyes wide with disbelief. “What?”

“Just explain to me what you need Yongqin,” Kun whispers understandingly, and for some reason it makes Ten blush a little. “I’m all ears.”

Ten was left completely dumbfounded. He had just proposed something… crazy.... and yet Kun isn’t running. He doesn’t seem weirded out, or scared, or disgusted. He’s still there. 

“U-um…” Ten starts. “Just… small ones, I guess. Like cheek, nose, knuckles, forehead, hair, that kind of stuff,” Kun processes all this again. “A-and pecks on the lips are nice sometimes… i-if that’s not too much.”

Kun shakes his head and smiles, “Sounds good to me!” And to punctuate it, he places a small kiss on Ten’s forehead, setting the boy’s cheeks aflame once more. 

“T-Thanks,” He says genuinely.

“Of course Tenten,” The older contemplates giving him another kiss for assurance, but he decides that he shouldn’t overwhelm Ten too much just yet. “Anything for you.”

KUNTEN PIC OF THE DAY:

I call this one: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Kunten (Qian Kun x Ten Lee)

Word Count: 854

Warnings: None!

Synopsis: Ten is confusing, and Kun is confused. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe they work that way. And maybe feelings are more simple than they think.

A/N: I get inspired by weird things. So uh this is inspired by a random Mr Iglesias episode. I’ll just... leave it at that.

Kun watches intently as Ten floats down the halls with the elegance and grace of a ballerina. The gorgeous senior stops at his locker and puts in the combination he’d been using since 9th grade. Kun tries to will his gaze elsewhere, but it always seems to drift back to the boy. As it has for the past 4 years.

Ever since Ten transferred to the high school, Kun’s found himself hopelessly enamored. It’s hard to pinpoint what it was that first drew him to the younger. Maybe it was the way he always laughed at Kun’s dumb jokes, or how he dances when he’s overly excited. Whatever it is, Kun falls deeper each day.

He’s not subtle about it either. The entire 12th grade knows about Kun’s endless pining for the Thai, and that seemed to include Ten himself. He takes every opportunity to tease Kun. From sending him flirty winks in calculus class, to snuggling up to him at the lunch table. Anytime he could, Ten would be falling all over Kun.

All of his friends said he was stupid. And that he should just ask Ten out since it’s “obvious he feels the same dingus” (-Xiaojun), but Kun hadn’t felt confident about that up until just recently.

•flashback•

What had started out as a normal day had turned into one of the most exciting (and confusing) days of Kun’s life. Yesterday, in the library, Kun and Ten had simply been working on history as usual. Ten was leaning his full body weight into Kun as complaints poured out of his mouth. 

“Why does Mr Kim hate meeeeee.” He drawled.

“He hates everyone Ten that’s kind of his thing.”

“Yeah but I’m not GOOD at history like you so it feels like he hates me more.” Kun turned to Ten with his cute pout and wide brown eyes.

“You’re not bad at history Ten, you’re gonna be fine.” Kun smiled fondly and if he didn’t know better, he’d think he saw Ten blush a bit.

“Only cause you’re helping me,” Ten laughed. “If it weren’t for you, I’d be failing and you know it.”

“Mmm well lucky for you I have no intent of letting you fail.” 

“You’re my hero Kunkun.” The young male mused before pressing a kiss to Kun’s jaw. It caught Kun entirely off guard. Sure Ten was affectionate, but it never went past cuddling or hand holding. It was a new, but not unwelcome change.

Ten pulled back as the realization of what he’d done seemed to set in. Kun watched his face for any sign of regret, only to find nothing. If anything, the Thai male’s gaze held a sort of lust almost. Ten’s eyes lingered on Kun’s lips before he leaned in once more, this time placing his lips on Kun’s own. 

The kiss lasted no more than two seconds, Kun barely having the time to react. As soon as he pulled away a shit eating grin settled on Ten’s lips. In his true teasing nature Ten gathered his things and exited the library, leaving Kun to mull over what the fuck just happened.

•end of flashback•

And that’s how Kun ended up where he is now: staring longingly at Ten from across the hall, and psyching himself up. Kun had all but erased his doubts about the boy liking him back. After a late night pep talk from Lucas and Xiaojun he’d decided that he had nothing to lose.

Ten chooses that moment to turn and lock eyes with Kun, sending him yet another wink that makes his knees weak and his tongue numb. The Thai boy saunters up to him and has the audacity to giggle (Kun did NOT need his stomach doing any more acrobatics today thanks).

“Like what you see bear?” God Ten and his stupid pretty face and his stupid adorable voices saying the stupider nickname that never fails to make Kun blush a deep red. Ten giggles again (that bastard) before grabbing Kun’s hand and looking him directly in the eyes. “Need something?”

Uh y-yeah,” Kun stop stuttering you idiot, he thinks to himself before taking a breath and starting. “I can’t stop thinking about yesterday.”

“Me neither,” Ten smirks. “Any particular reason?” This cheeky mother-

“You know why,” Kun whined and buried his head in Ten’s shoulder eliciting more giggles from the younger and Kun’s heart almost gives out completely. 

“You’re freaking adorable.”

“Says you,” Kun grumbles, lifting his head enough to meet Ten’s eyes, and almost immediately regretting it. It’s only then that Kun realizes how blind he is. Ten’s eyes give away everything. He looks at Kun like he hung the stars in the sky. The fondness and love in them is overflowing and it fills Kun with a new confidence.

“Go out with me.” He blurts, catching Ten seemingly off guard. “I’m not above begging at this point Tennie.” 

“I don’t know bear, I’m pretty busy right now.”

“Tennnnn~” Kun is abruptly silenced by a familiar pair of lips, and the words whispered from them make Kun’s heart leap to his throat.

“But I think I can fit you into my schedule.”

KUNTEN PIC OF THE DAY:

thank you to the people who leave nice comments on my works 🥺 it really means a lot /g

Genre: Fluff and Slight Angst Pairings: Kunten (Qian Kun x Ten Lee) Word Count: 3,498 Warnings: Some ~mild~ suggestive content Synopsis: Kun and Ten are an unlikely pairing. Ten, the school’s most popular boy and Kun, a quiet boy who frequents the library rather than any parties. Or Ten and Kun keep their relationship a secret until Ten’s friends say some things that set Ten off. A/N: So Tumblr is a butt and won’t let me post this here cause it’s too long. So I put it on AO3 and I’m gonna put the link here if you want to read :D 

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29679285 

KUNTEN PIC OF THE DAY:

Genre: Angst w/ a Happy Ending (Hurt/Comfort)

Pairings: Kunten (Qian Kun x Ten Lee)

Word Count: 1,113

Warnings: Misunderdstandings and a bit of anxiety

Synopsis: Kun is moving forward but Ten just doesn’t know if he’s there yet

A/N: Sorry 🤠

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29433522

“I love you.”

My heart beats erratically in my chest. Those words, the words. He finally said them. The three words that mean commitment. That ensures a forever. The words everyone wishes to hear from their partner. But the minute those loaded words leave Kun’s lips, all I feel is a sense of guilt. My head grows foggy from all the racing thoughts that begin to pile into it. So many emotions fill me up that I begin to worry they’ll pour right out of me. Fear, guilt, sadness, anxiety, and among them, confusion. I can’t help but wonder why I’m feeling this way.

I mean, if there was a man I’d want to spend forever with, it’d be Kun right? Kun is the whole package: strong, smart, caring, funny; he’s the kind of guy you bring home to your parents. I adore him. So much. From his soft hair to his surprisingly toned stomach, there’s not a single part of him that I don’t want to smother with affection. He’s what gets me through each day. My everything.

So then why do his words make my skin burn where he touches it? Why am I so tense from the utterance of normal words? It’s not like it’s uncalled for. We’ve been together for 3 years now. It seems natural to say this to each other at this juncture.

Maybe it’s the setting? I definitely wasn’t ready to hear such important words while cuddled together watching the X Factor. I try to brush it off as just surprise, but I know it’s more than that.

It’s partially because I don’t know how to believe him. How could Kun love me? We’re different in every sense of the word. Kun’s collected and mature aura contrasts my own childlike giddiness and extroverted tendencies. While Kun prefers to compose by himself in his off time, I spend mine with friends. Kun is the most loving, gorgeous, levelheaded soul on the planet. And I’m... just Ten. Annoying Ten. Crazy Ten. Messy Ten. Broken Ten.

I realize belatedly that I’ve been silent for too long and Kun must be worried. With what little confidence I can muster I shakily say, “Why?”

I feel a small movement above me telling me Kun must be looking at me. I refuse to meet his eyes, unsure of what I’ll see there.

“Why not?” Kun retorts. There’s no bite in his tone, his voice even and inviting. This is so Kun, always giving me the time I need and letting me set the pace.

“I… I don’t know. What is there to love? I’m not much more than broken pieces. How could you love someone who isn’t even whole?”

“Because that doesn’t matter to me. We’ve been together for a year, Tennie. That’s never been the reason I’m here, nor would it be any reason for me to leave,” Kun explains everything so softly, so gently, as if raising his voice a fraction too much would obliterate me. “Do you know how I fell for you? It happened gradually, but I was first drawn in by your personality. Your jokes always make me smile, no matter how cheesy, and you’re so expressive. You have this air around you that makes people gravitate towards you. After I first noticed you, I realized you were also stunning. I know I tell you this often but you truly are just: magnificent.” Despite the tense air around us, the compliments still make a blush spread across my cheeks. I resist the urge to nuzzle further into Kun’s warmth.

Kun shifts a little before continuing. “And from there I began falling for the little things about you, like the way you pout when you’re upset, or how your cheeks puff up while you eat. It was easy to fall for you. You talk about yourself like you’re a project, a task I need to complete, a puzzle I have to piece together, but you’re more than that Ten.” I can tell he’s looking directly at me now. “You may be a bit broken, but you are not your broken pieces. You’re Ten: my wonderful, gorgeous, incredibly lovable boyfriend. I’m always willing to help put you back together, but I’m here because I love you Ten.” Something changes in Kun’s posture at his last words, he becomes more stiff. “Did my words scare you? You don’t have to worry about saying them back to me. I just wanted to be honest.” Kun admits a little sheepishly, if not disappointedly.

I fidget a bit in my spot as I think about what to say. “Honestly, they caught me way off guard.” I chuckle, but it’s empty. “I want to believe you. So badly Kun. And I especially want to say it back, because I’m utterly enamored by you.” Tears flow freely down my cheeks as I speak. Kun rubs soothing circles into my back, encouraging me to continue. “I want to be able to say it, I really really do, but I just can’t. I’m not ready. I don’t know why, but I’m not ready yet.” Kun’s hand falls in front of my face, as if asking for permission. I lean towards it slightly in a silent okay, and I feel soft hands wipe my tears away.

“Tennie,” Kun speaks softly again, not wanting to startle me. “That’s completely fine. You don’t have to be ready just yet, take your time. I’m willing to wait for you baobei, you’re more than worth it.” The combination of Kun’s caring tone and the pet name make the tears flow harder. His words seem to solidify in my brain that I don’t deserve him.

“But it’s not,” I whisper between sobs. “You deserve to hear that from me, I owe you that much. You’ve done so much for me and I can’t-- I can’t even--” My words are cut off by another round of sobs. Kun pulls me closer, inviting me to bury myself in the comforting expanse of his chest. I can’t help but give in.

“You don’t owe me anything baobei. As I said before, you’re worth it. I’m always here if you need, just as I know you are for me. It’s what boyfriends do Ten, they help each other. You shouldn’t have to apologize for needing help.” A pregnant silence follows his words. My sobs begin to eb and I finally gain the courage to look up at Kun. He’s looking down on me with an expression full of nothing but understanding and warmth, it almost makes me cry again.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” I ask seriously. Kun giggles a little.

“You existed darling.”

KUNTEN PIC OF THE DAY: