Serenade~🎵🎶 Xiaojun: The Musician (Xiaojun Boyfriend!AU)

Warning: Soft then serious then emotionally intense and then happy again. (｡♥‿♥｡)

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Xiao De Jun is such a beautiful, musical soul~

The thing about Xiaojun is that. Well. He’s beautiful.
His thick dark eyebrows. His ruffled black hair. His carefully chiseled face.
He’s a walking masterpiece, for the love of God, but does that boy know it?
Xiaojun is smöl and tiny and sweet and quiet despite his fiercely handsome looks.
And yet. You know how passionate he is.
He had a dream, and he did everything he could to achieve it.
Whether it was acting, singing, dancing..Xiaojun could do it all.
It wasn’t easy though, that’s for sure.
And it wasn’t just the late nights. Xiaojun was hardworking and talented, those were hard, but they weren’t that bad.
It was the memories of those people, all those people, who told him he couldn’t make it. Called him horrible words. Called him a Mama’s boy. And, worst, called his father a woman for what he so loved to do the most.
And yet, amidst those horrid memories, Xiaojun stood strong.
He’s such a lovely person.
There’s such a vulnerability in his eyes now though, a pain he only trusts you with.
And yet. He’s so happy and cheerful and crazy at the same time?
Like. When you visited his room. For the very first time.
Not his dorm room, his room back in his old house in Guangdong...
It’s neat and clean and peppered all over with movie posters and CDs. Classics and blockbusters and dramas, you name it, he’s got it.
And all his records...
He’s embarrassed at showing you his geeky, fanboy side. Yeah, he’s not really the troubled hurt boy some people make him out to be. He’s more than that. He’s beautiful and emotional and musical and just so artistic.
And you love him for it. And you tell him so.
And he tells you he loves you for loving it. 💖
He’s your happy melancholy boy, and that’s okay, because you’re always going to be there for him.
Aside from being sweetly geeky, though...
He’s totally that type of guy who would grin at you from across the room.
Not even a full smile. More of an upturned side of his pretty little mouth. A cute lil smirk.
Yet for someone who’s crazily confident, he’s also such a shy and soft baby~
He would totally walk you everywhere you go. Not in a bad way. More like he just wants to spend more time with you way.
Hands in pockets, very preppy sweater or extremely casual T-shirt rippling over his thin yet muscled body. Xiaojun would walk with you and talk to you about anything. Whispering sweet nothings. Remarks about the weather. The noodles he had for lunch. The hot pot place he’s been dying to take you to. His latest album. And the song he’s been writing.
“You’re writing a new song?”
“Yes, with my guitar. But I haven’t finished yet.”
You take out your pinky. “Pinky swear. Promise me you’ll play it for me when it’s done?”
Xiaojun smiles that cheeky smile. And he holds up his pinky, too, and locks it with yours. “Pinky swear. I really promise, I do.”
Xiaojun is really that type of quiet boy who makes you feel at ease.
And honestly, you love that about him.
And no, don’t get it wrong, you don’t romanticize the sht out of everything he’s been through—the years of practice, the passion for music, the bullying and trauma—all for you to see him as some beautiful brooding boy.
Again, he’s more than that.
And you absolutely hate it when people do the same.
Dejun has done everything; he’s so sweet, he so deserves where he is right now~
He’s the type to tell you about how one time after being away for so long, he and his friends planned to surprise his mom, and he cornered her while she was entering her car one dark and chilly night in Guangdong and how she laughed and smiled so much, and how her hug was the warmest thing he’d ever had—
—or the time he told you how he walked past his bullies, turned the other cheek; the way he and his brother stood up for their father when people threw ugly words like f*g at him, and how his dad always accepted him as the musical child and always encouraged him to follow his dreams despite not being the ideal Chinese son, and the love he felt right then and there...
Xiaojun may be musical and beautiful and quiet and brooding but that’s what makes him your Dejun, your sweet and sentimental boy.
Sometimes you can’t help but be sad about how he’s away so much during tour and promo season, but he’s totally the type to video call you almost every night—
At first you try to always apply some foundation and lipstick to look your best for him, but he sees your pajamas and asks why you haven’t washed your face yet so late in the night.
And you’re hesitant to tell him; embarrassed, even—
But he’s adamant and you confess.
And he goes super serious, he’s all, “You’re beautiful with or without makeup. You’re always beautiful in my eyes. You’re always going to be the love of my life to me...”
And you both cringe at how cheesy that was, and he apologizes but lets you know how much you mean to him, anyway, and you tell him you love him too—
What you don’t tell him is how secretly squeal-y you got inside when he told you that. You would never admit that. But, well...
Happiness was breaking over you like a wave. It almost frightened you.
He’s so beautiful yet vulnerable but no you shouldn’t romanticize it but you’re genuinely worried and your thoughts are all over the place—
And yet. His mere presence calms you. And you tell yourself to trust him. And to trust how fate has brought you both together.
You love him so much, the way he raised his eyebrows, or just one; the way he smiles slightly like a smirk; the way he always cares for you even if he’s even more shy than you are and kind of overtly sentimental to boot...
It’s okay. Because you have him.
And he has you.
One night he comes back, surprises you at your place, and tells you he’s ready to play the song he was telling you about, the song he wrote.
And he gets out his guitar, and—
It’s the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard: his sweet and mellifluous voice coupled with the raw strings of the acoustic guitar, and the lyrics he penned himself—
—about how much he loves you.
And you’re crying and it’s so sentimental but you love him so much, he deserves the world, he’s not some beautiful broken boy goddamit he is Xiao Dejun and you love him and he loves you.
“Why are you crying?” he asks, genuinely concerned.
You wipe your tears. “Because you’re so sweet? And I’m so overcome?”
You laugh. He laughs. He leans over. Bends close. And kisses you.
And, well,
That’s why.
It’s not just the serenade, not just the handsomeness, not just the romance,
It’s the pure love from his beautiful soul.
It’s the true love you have for one another.

And that is why you love Xiao Dejun with all your heart; and why he loves you, too. 💖

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YangYang: What Is Love? 💘❓ ✧･ﾟ: soft hours :･ﾟ✧

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Liu YangYang actually radiates big babie ™ energy, it just hurts so much, sometimes. 🥺

Like. Have you ever met YangYang?
He’s the absolute cutest.
It’s the worst.
Like, he’ll be looking fierce and all, walking confidently, rapping straight fire, ~~flexing his Gucci hoodie,~~ etc., and you’ll think, Ooh, this guy’s kind of tough.
But noooo.
You could not be more wrong!
Even his members look at him affectionately as a 小弟~
“YangYang may look tough, but he’s soft and childlike at heart.”
“He’s our little brother, we’re all his 大哥s!”
Cute. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
He has such a pretty little face and tiny lil smile~ and he laughs so loudly when he’s happy~
“I want to be a racer!”
He speaks English with just the slightest German accent, it’s adorable.
His German isn’t perfect, but it is pretty fluent, so you can ignore that.
But YangYang...
He talks such big game, looking into the camera with such fierce eyes, that you often forget how young he is...
...how innocent and pure he is. (✿´‿`)
He looks up at you in wide-eyed wonder.
“Have you ever been in love?”
“Because I myself for the life of me cannot understand or relate with the feeling...”
ب_ب
He likes to look at you in awe. “Do you know the feeling?”
And you think of the past, and you look at him, and remember, this is such a sweet, innocent child...
Well.
You tell him the truth.
“Love is more than an emotion or a feeling...it’s a calling for the heart.”
“It doesn’t always turn out well, it doesn’t always have a happily ever after...”
“But when it does, it is the best, most fulfilling thing in the world.”
YangYang may look like a tough kid on the block...
...but he’s actually so wholesome and soft on the inside.
He talks about wanting to know how it feels to be in an emotion that feels as sweet as candy, or as free as flying in the sky...
“How does it make the whole world beautiful? How does it keep you smiling all day long?”
“Like the Twice song.”
“I really want to know what love is. I know I’m busy and all but I’m curious~ I want to experience it someday.”
“I know I’ll be good at it. 😊 As long as the girl loves me too, I’ll always love her back!”

🥺

Cute baby.
To Cupid, Aphrodite, anyone who would listen~
This is the cutest, purest, most wholesome kid in the world.
He’s just so innocent. He just wants to know what love is.
To the gods of love...
...give it to him when he’s ready, okay?
Don’t break his heart.
But whatever happens,
there’s no doubt about it.
Whoever ends up with him will surely be the luckiest girl in the world. 💖

So to whoever ends up with the pure soul that is Liu YangYang...give him all the love he deserves. Love him dearly. 🥰💘✨

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In the Rain: Missed Opportunities~ Hendery ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ☔️ (Almost First Love)

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Umbrella-saving, rich kid AU?

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The sky is filled with dark clouds, like smoke churning across an indigo sky. Above, the stars offer little to no shine or sparkle. The sun has barely set, and yet the thunder and rain overhead swallow it whole.

You shiver as you walk out the huge, arched gateway of the academy. The cold is chilling, muffling sound and sight. You pull your coat closer to you. It was a rich, ruby-colored number that went nicely with your grid dress and black stockings. Warmer, warmer, you think to yourself.

As the raindrops petter down, you look at the heavens in dismay. Wasn’t it supposed to be nearly summer already? Why was it still raining? Not wanting your leather bookbag or yourself to get wet, you bring out your old, spiky umbrella.

You press the button. The metal contraption seems to budge and develop a light of its own. It unfurls slowly, all pointy edges and ebony cloth.

You hold the umbrella tightly, just as a huge gust of wind blows your way. You shiver. Making your way down the paved steps, you begin to go against the flow, fighting with all your might to make it past the howling wind.

Ting. It’s your iPhone vibrating softly in your coat pocket. Slinging your bookbag more tightly across your shoulder, you reach in to grab your phone and answer it. “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

You blink. “Hendery?” you say, as another torrent of rain gushes down onto your umbrella.

“That’s my name,” he deadpans.

“I know,” you say, a whisper of a smile across your face. “Hendery Wong. Wong Kunhang. How could I ever forget?”

You can feel his silent laughter from the other side of the line, and you grin to yourself in return. Hendery Wong, a snob? Definitely not.

It was true, though, the whispers across the hallway of the rich Taipan kid with a coldly beautiful face. He was quiet and kept to himself, friendly and warm when he chose to be, and hardworking above all. “But he’s a snob. Has to be. With a face like that? And a family like that? He is. Just you wait and see.”

You nearly believed it once, too.

Hendery had features like a Disney prince. Shiny black hair that was kind of longish across the forehead and along the back. Big chocolate-brown eyes. Smooth skin, an aquiline nose, and a jawline so sharp it looked like he cut his own striking features from marble.

But he was so kind. Is so kind, rather. Up to this day, he has never been cold; even when you feared him at first, you two slowly grew closer to each other. He had the brightest, most blindingly white smile you’ve ever seen. He laughed loudly and pitchedly, but even then he sounded endearing. He was your first friend, and he had the warmest soul in the world.

You two met through serendipitous circumstances at the prestigious academy. Despite his brooding face, he was always quick to grin and joke and do all sorts of crazy things possible. Best of all, he knew when to do these things—he knew when to listen to the professors or to keep to himself.

And you?

Well, you kept to yourself most of the time already, anyway. Introvert things.

“Hendery...why did you call?”

“It’s raining. Are you sure you can get back home safely?”

“Aw, thanks, but I can manage for sure. This isn’t my first thunderstorm—” A gust of wind blasts into your face, and you gasp as your umbrella turns inside-out—but, but—

A hand grabs your shoulder back. You look up, in shock. Astonished. Your umbrella flies off in slow-motion. But you’re already being turned to face something, or someone, else. A new, sturdier umbrella is above your head. You look at the hand, then look up to a familiar face. Hendery’s face.

Hendery!

You try to fight the blush in your cheeks before hoping that it’s just too dark to see anything. You smile weakly. “How did you know?”

Hendery grins. “I knew that you’d be too hard-headed to get any help in this type of weather. So I brought reinforcements.” He motions to a waiting luxury car, complete with what you believe is a chauffeur in the front seat.

You stare at the leather seats, the gleaming white outer part of the vehicle. “Hendery. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

He’s so close that you can see the dark pupils in his eyes, the mark on his left chin, the grooves across his lips...

The chauffeur has probably turned away by now. Hendery smiles, and your heart skips a beat.

“Please.” He begs. “For me. I just want you to be safe.”

The rain is no longer pouring in torrents. Now they plink down with the frequency of a leaky faucet.

“Hendery, the rain is stopping. Thank you so much, though. But I can return home on my own.” You give him your biggest smile. Also I don’t think my heart can take being in the backseat of the same luxury vehicle—~~which you own!~~—as you.

Hendery pouts a bit. Gosh, you wish you could kiss his lips already. He’s so close he could probably see everything about you too, and suddenly you become conscious about everything, from your lipstick shade to the way your hair is styled to your shiny patent-leather boots.

“Are you sure?” His voice is filled with concern.

You nod. “I’m sure. Thank you...thank you so much, though.”

He pushes the umbrella handle to your hand. “Then please keep this. And remember to call me when you have arrived safely home.”

His voice contains some—dare you say it?—disappointment. And you can’t help but feel it, too. Another missed opportunity. But you know your heart would never allow something so abrupt and uneasy.

Hendery gets into his car. You wave as he rolls down his windows. “See you next week!”

“See you!”

Was it really a missed opportunity? You two smile and nod at each other wistfully as you speed across in opposite directions.

Be still, my heart.

As Hendery drives off, he waves. You wave back. He drives across into the dying sunlight. Both your smiles contain a multitude of unspoken words and secret loves. Was it really a missed opportunity, if Hendery was to go to you again? Was it the blossoming of first love?

You two are both heartfelt, wistful, but more importantly than that, innocent. So innocent.

Both of you felt the same.

Maybe next time.

Yes, maybe next time you’ll both experience first love for once...

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WayV ~ First Impressions/ secretly good bad boys~ 😔🖤

I’ve always been fascinated by this concept, but I wish it had a better name? I’m not quite sure how to describe it~ but in honor of Take Off…

Kun: Stoic and very still. His face will be expressionless at first, but at least he’ll go around and introduce himself and say hi to everyone. He’s very intelligent, very poised, and he carries himself with such grace. Probably that one genius in class. You might not notice it, but slowly and surely, he starts to enjoy your company. You don’t look at him when you talk about something you love, but he smiles at you while your eyes light up as they’re focused on the distance. One day, he’ll look at your eyes without saying anything, and you’ll both just Know. He’s a pretty good cook, actually, and very caring. So be sure to melt his icicle heart~

Ten: A little too extravagant at times. You might dismiss him as a rich kid. Actually, that’s what everyone knows him as. You’d think he’d be nothing but a trust fund kid who did nothing but laze around and party, but as you get to know him better, you’ll discover he’s the most diligent person you’ve ever met. His work ethic is amazing, and he’ll astound you and everyone else with his talent. He loves to joke around with you, and even when he tends to be on the sassier side, you’ll still end up laughing. Make no mistake, though—he is more loving and caring than anyone you’ve ever known.

Winwin: Sicheng seems cold at first. Graceful, yes. Beautiful, of course. But friendly and approachable? No. You’d think he’d have a light and carefree personality with that delicate face of his, but even looks can be deceiving. He keeps to himself, mostly. He dislikes hugs and skinship. He’s mostly in the corner just minding his own business. But get to know him more and you’ll find out that the quiet and serious (maybe even snobbish) persona is merely a façade. He’s the sweetest and cutest guy, whose eyes light up whenever you’re near, and who doesn’t mind hugs and kisses—as long as they’re from you.

Lucas: Yukhei is that kid who everyone finds hot. Tall, handsome, with a toned and muscular body to boot—what’s not to love? Well, you mistake him as an fboy at first due to how popular he seems. Everyone loves him, everyone loves his friendly personality. But you still feel like he’s unreachable. Untouchable. Unbelievable. You’re not even worthy enough to be in his presence. But he’s the kindest soul who makes sure you’re always okay, who makes sure you never get left out, and who, eventually, makes sure you know that he loves you.

Xiaojun: Beautiful, talented, and musical, Xiaojun is a dreamer—an artist forever lost in his own world. He has such a lovely voice, and he plays a multitude of instruments with such soul and feeling. At times, he may seem distant, head in the clouds as he imagines or plans his next song, or his next dance. You two might not get along at first, but eventually you guys will warm up to each other. There’s a fervor in his eyes that can’t be matched, a fever dream only few could fathom. But one day he’ll see through the sheet music and make you his muse. And you’ll realize the joys of living with such a kindhearted and warm soul—a living, breathing masterpiece.

Hendery: Hendery may seem standoffish at first. With his hair brushed back, he looks just like a prince. Rumor has it that he comes from a wealthy family as well. And he sure looks it, giving off a very formal vibe. You’d think he’s just another spoiled rich boy, but he has more heart than anyone you know, and more passion, too. The cold exterior hides a warm and loving heart. Hendery may seem quiet at first: a little too much grace and aplomb, much like royalty. But get to know him better and he’ll make you laugh. You’ll be giggling all day with his antics. He’s the funniest person ever, and while he’s not serious about most things, he’s definitely serious about you. And it’s one of the sweetest things in the world.

Yangyang: Yangyang’s childlike eyes are so big and round that you could get lost in them. He will seem distant at first, maybe even a bit of a loner. But your relationship will progress when you realize how innocent he is. He seems so tough on the outside but is actually so warm in the inside. An actual baby, who needs actual caring, Yangyang’s sweetest giggles every day remind you of how pure this mature-seeming guy is. He’s a sweet and crazy lil kid, but he’s your favorite sweet and crazy lil kid.

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Bringing this back in honor of Take Off, the newest and best bop ever. 💖

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Serenade~🎵🎶 Xiaojun: The Musician (Xiaojun Boyfriend!AU)

YangYang: What Is Love? 💘❓ *✧･ﾟ:* soft hours *:･ﾟ✧*

In the Rain: Missed Opportunities~ Hendery ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ☔️ (Almost First Love)

WayV ~ First Impressions/ secretly good bad boys~ 😔🖤

YangYang: What Is Love? 💘❓ ✧･ﾟ: soft hours :･ﾟ✧