HENDERY X READER [WAYV/NCT] PETER PAN/NEVERLAND AU! [WORDS] 2,914
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He remembers as a child, his older sisters reading stories to him about Neverland. A place where young children, and even teenagers ran off too, in hopes of escaping reality. Things like parents and rules weren't in Neverland. He read stories of a beautiful girl named Y/n, who was around eighteen and a boy around the same age, named Peter Pan. At the time he believed in those stories, but now at age nineteen he couldn't care less.
It wasn't that he didn't care or that he didn't believe anymore. It was more that he didn't have time for silly stories of a place where he'd never be allowed to go, simply because it didn't exist. Of course, behind closed doors he'd rather still have his older sisters read to him, tell him wondrous stories of a girl who roamed around a tropical island floating in space, with her Lost Boys.
But now he was an adult, forced to do adult things. He'd heard stories for forever of his parents talking about becoming a farmer or something that paid a bit more; like a company owner. But he didn't want to do neither. He wanted to be a dancer. Someone who performed on the big stage. He and a friend, Ten, were in dance class together. But his parents didn't approve. If anything, they thought he should be working in a company, somewhere the pay is good. And even though they didn't approve of his new found love for dancing, they'd much rather have him dance and practice the traditional Chinese dance. But to be honest, he wanted to be different. He liked hip hop, he liked the flow. And that's what he'd rather dance too.
But his parents would never approve. So he got a job, he helped an older man and his wife down the street with their garden and occasionally would pet sit their cats when they went on vacation. It wasn't much, but it wasn't something. He wasn't giving up on his dream, so he wouldn't just drop his passion and find a full time job. This was just to prove to his parents that he could work. That he could be useful. But to be honest, he felt useless when he wasn't dancing.
That's what brought him back to his fairytale books. Sure he enjoyed the stories of Robin Hood or Beauty and the Beast, but his eyes always draw back to that black book sitting stacked at the bottom of his book shelf. The cover faintly read in gold lettering, The Stories of Neverland and It's Inhabitants. The font was now deciding to faint due to the great amount of use it'd gotten in nineteen years. But surprisingly, the pages on the inside were still in tip top shape. No matter how many times he read the book, and stared at the words in awe. Not one page was torn or stained a weird yellowish color. It looked just as new as the day his older sisters presented it to him.
After tiring days, usually coming home from Ten's studio, he'd flop down on his bed, and sigh out loud, his mind rereading the words of the book in his head. It was comforting. But soon after, he began to realize that not only was it comforting, but made him see that he wanted to escape reality. To escape his parents always nagging him about dance. To escape always getting compared to his successful sisters, who he loved dearly, but had since then forgotten all about the many nights spend sitting on the floor taking turns reading, The Stories of Neverland and It's Inhabitants.
