Various WayV Requests

Stuck at Home

Request: Was reading through the prompts not knowing which one to do, but then I read 21 and Hendery popped into my mind. So if you don't mind Hendery and 21 please

Answer: OOOOH THAT'S A GOOD ONE QUI!!!!!

University AU(? Maybe, not really specified)

Prompt: "You come here often?" "I live here."

TW: Language

Y/N Pronouns: Not specified

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 0.9K

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With the slam of a door and the sound of bed springs squeaking, a heavy sigh left Hendery's mouth. He stared at your door, the picture frames hanging next to it slight crooked from the sheer force from earlier. He finished drinking his soda and placed the cup in the sink before looking at the clock.

It was nine at night, whatever happened out there must not have been good for you to storm in like that without doing so much as sparing him a glance. He moved into the hallway and leaned against the wall in front of your door, should he say something? Should he do anything? He shook his head, maybe you just needed your space for now. He knew well enough to know that you didn't just get upset over anything. He kicked off of the wall and started wandering around the apartment, tidying the area as he went. He washed the dishes from that morning and placed them in the broken dishwasher that was only good as a drying rack now. He dusted the shelves and frames that had been left neglected for too long. He finally picked up the heaps of laundry left sorted and ran the whites first. Moving with a purpose, he made sure the apartment was left in a similar state as it was bought in.

No doubt, you've probably felt overwhelmed with everything going on. You've both been working overtime to make rent and, to make things worse, from what he could deduce your love life was starting to fall into shambles. You both met as strangers, two people who needed to get the hell out of their house and live on their own, and it was that mutual understanding that brought you to become housemates, but as the year progressed he could comfortably say that you'd become his best friend, and one that he will no doubt always cherish.

He sat on the now clean and crumbless couch and played a random drama on Netflix, not having much to do anyway. He heard your door open and, soon enough, you emerged from your den of horrors with smudged makeup and mussed hair.

"Holy shit," Hendery had a bad habit of voicing his mind before thinking. "What happened to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it," you answered him curtly and wiped your face with the ball of your hand, staring at the smeared mascara on it. You groaned and shook your head.

"Alright, time for my intervention," Hendery shrugs, he pats the cushion next to him. "Sit here," he says. You stared at him blankly. "I'm serious, come on," he nods his head and crosses his arms. You decide to humor him and sit next to him on the couch. You looked at the screen, he was watching some random drama you couldn't care any less about.

"What is this?"

"A drama about a girl who ran away from home and is living on her own so she decides to room with a random guy and the rest of the drama is slice of life."

"Oh, good god," you shook your head.

"I'm joking, (Y/N), I'm joking," Hendery puts on a smile, trying to lighten your mood. Your lips waver, but no smile breaks through. "I have no idea what it's about, I just tried out that new shuffle feature on Netflix," he admits. "Hold on," he stands up and walks to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing two cans of beer from inside. He walks back and hands you one. Again, you stare at it. He nudges it towards you and you took it.

"I'm serious, Hendery, I don't want to talk about it," you insisted.

"Well, I wasn't going to ask," he says. He clears his throat. "Anyway... you come here often?" Your eyebrows furrow.

"I live here."

"Shh, just go along with it," he nods with closed eyes.

"What?"

"We're roleplaying for when I inevitably bring you with me to the club and you get picked up by the next impossibly sexy partner."

"Oh my god," the smile finally breaks through while you open your drink and chug down half of it. "If we're doing that you're going to have to get me another can of this, Dery," a pathetic chuckle makes its way through and Hendery hands you his can.

"Then I'll stay sober, one of us has to be the responsible friend."

"We must be in the darkest timeline if that's you," you laughed again. "How'd you know?"

"Call it intuition," Hendery shrugs again. He really didn't think the relationship would last long, anyway, you and your now confirmed ex were just too different. "Anyway, you want to go clubbing now or later?"

"Maybe later, I feel like shit right now."

"Later it is," he nods.

"I'm going to go clean myself up, I feel disgusting," you finished your beer. "I'm heading to bed after, yeah? I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"For sure, (Y/N), sleep well," Hendery watched you leave, then, once he heard the bathroom door lock, his shoulders slumped and he released the breath he'd been holding.

'Thank, god,' he thought. 'I don't have to get rid of another one.'