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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.5 Sakamaki Laito [Track 4]

Original title: 信じられるもの

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 5 Sakamaki Laito [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (37:53~53:32)

Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: Laito talking about his true feelings for the MC is honestly A+ content. As much as his HDB route disturbs me and the whole ‘nfu~’ thing doesn’t do it for me either, I have to admit that Laito is probably the most complex and interesting character of the franchise. (Or at least in the top 3) because the plot of his CDs is always so good. I had high hopes for this one since the Para-Selene series is generally very good and thank god Rejet did not disappoint me. uwu

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Track 4: What I can Believe

*Rustle*

“Nn...Mmh...Where am I...?”

You look around, asking if he recognizes the room.

“...Haah...It’s the guest room. At a certain castle in the Demon World.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Right, I guess you don’t know. The words you spoke to me here...What I wished for... ーー And how I was changed forever.”

*Rustle*

“You can’t recall, you can? Even though this most definitely would count as an impactful memory. I guess my existence is only worth that much to you, huh? ...Just kidding. I suppose I’m in no position to say that as the guy who was just messing around up till now. First I was pushed around by your memories, and now my own memories are doing the exact same. Laughable, isn’t it? I feel like a clown.”

You frown.

“Say...The Paraselene Syndrome can be...cured, right?”

You ask him what the Syndrome is specifically about.

“A disease caused by the Paraselene also going by the name ‘Paraselene Syndrome’. It’s the name of the illness you’ve been infected with. As far as I know, those infected lose their memories during the time the paraselene is out. These lost memories turn into hallucinations, affecting anyone who happens to be near, locking them into an illusionary world. Therefore, the illusions will end once the person regains their memories. However...I forgot one important detail. What if...they don’t remember?

Laito takes a seat on the bed.

*Thud*

“Haah...Nobody ever told me that is impossible. You might forget about our time spent together forever. As we are stuck reinacting past memories for eternity. Hilarious. I was out here getting sidetracked by the pleasure in front of my eyes, without realizing just how dangerous this situation we’re in really is. Even though that isn’t the kind of fun I’m looking for.”

You sit down next to him.

“Fufu...What’s gotten into you? Taking a seat next to me like that. Are you feeling pity towards me, perhaps?”

You express your worry.

“Pfft...Fufu...Fufufu...I can’t understand that. Why would you be worried about me? To your current self, shouldn’t I be someone you’d wish to avoid at all costs? Because unlike you, I do remember everything. How much you disliked me when we first met, for example. Hmph. Yet, in the end, you found yourself caught in my grip as I slowly but surely worked my way into your heart. (1) ...Hilarious, don’t you think? It truly is laughable. ...At one point, you’d even start saying you ‘love’ me and I tooーー ...I finally realized that I felt the same towards you.”

You listen carefully.

“But the person I love isn’t the one you are right now...It has to be my Bitch-chan...”

You tell him you’ll try your best to remember.

“Hmm? Are memories really something you regain through effort alone? Although if you claim you’re willing to remember for my sake...”

*Rustle*

“...You’d still cooperate with me, even if I were to try and kill you, right?”

Your eyes widen in fear as he pins you down.

*Thud*

“...An intense experience. Those can become the trigger to regaining your memories. Do you know what that means? That your memories are more likely to come back, if I treat you horribly. Can you truly entrust yourself to me, when you’re looking at me with eyes full of fear like that?”

You nod.

“...!! Ah...Why...? That’s pure hypocricy. You’re simply pitying me.”

*Rustle*

“...Don’t get too full of yourself. You don’t even have memories, so how dare you say that!? Right now, you’re just pretending to be a Saint! The moment your life is in true danger, those sweet words will most definitely turn ugly and rotten.”

*Rustle*

“You’ve got such a pretty neck. I’d probably have no trouble squeezing it shut. Like this...”

Laito starts strangling you.

“...You poor little thing~ Gasping for air~ Is it suffocating?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufu...Fufufu...I don’t intend to kill you or anything. I’m only waiting for you to reveal your shameful true nature. Aaah~ You seem to be suffering.”

*Rustle*

“Woah there...~ That was close. You can’t faint on me now, can you? ...Fufu~”

You take a deep breath.

“Exactly...You should use this opportunity to take in as much air as you can. Because soon enough...You won’t be able to breathe again once more.”

Laito kisses you deeply.

*Smooch*

“Ahn...Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“...Fufu~ The inside of your mouth is completely dry. Should I moisten it up with your blood? It feels good to get sucked from your tongue, you know? Haahn...”

He bites your tongue.

*Sluuuuurp*

“Mmh...Hah...! Haah...Ah...It tastes delicious, mixed in with your saliva. Aahn...”

*Gulp*

“Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp*

“...Hah...Say...? Don’t you think it feels great to have me suck your blood while you’re struggling to breathe? With your consciousness growing faint, doesn’t it feel like the pleasure is slowly travelling through your entire body?”

*Rustle*

“Look at you slouching...~ You’re not throwing in the towel already,are you? I mean...You were going to regain your memories because you just felt so bad for me, no? In that case, you have to go all the way. ...Or do you want to run away after all?”

You shake your head.

“...I wonder why you’re this stubborn. I don’t exist within your memories. And your body is shaking like a leaf. I can’t imagine you would do this out of any other reason but hypocricy. ...Or were you simply left unsatisfied by this? In that case, savor it with all your might. The pleasure I give you, that is. Well then...I suppose I should suck from your chest next...~?”

*RIIIIIIP*

“Ah-aaah...Look at that expression of yours. How shameless. ...Say, why don’t you try fighting back like before? Come on. Hurry!”

You refuse.　

“Kuh...! Why...are you trying to accept me? Not a single one of your memories have returned, so why are you pretending as if you know me!?”

You explain that his situation hurts you emotionally.

“Why are you experiencing heartache over this? There’s no reason for you to be suffering...The one who is hurting...is me! ...Exactly. It hurts. Very much so...I want you to love me from the bottom of your heart...”

You suddenly embrace him.

*Rustle*

“...Ah! ...Bitch-chan...? Are you sure it’s safe to do this...? You can’t guarantee what I’ll do when you embrace me like this, right?”

You tell him you want to trust him and learn to love him once more.

“...!! Those are...some very dangerous words to speak right now. (2) ...You’re going to make me believe that you will accept me for who I am, with or without your memories. Say...Can I believe in you? Will you truly...love me?”

You nod.

“Ah...I feel the same.”

He returns the hug.

*Rustle*

“Bitch-chan...You truly are a strange girl. You are probably the only one...who can rouse my emotions this much.”

*Smooch*

“...Does your neck hurt? ...I’m sorry. I grabbed it too tightly. Will you let me make it up to you...? I’ll blow your mind with pleasure...Haahn...Mmh...”

Laito bites you once more.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Ah~...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Starting to feel better? I’m sucking you gently after all. ...Nfu~ You’re making a cute expression. ...You like it when I drink your blood from here, don’t you? Mmh...”

*Rustle*

*Gulp*

“Ah...Nfu~ I knew it. I can tell just how good it feels for you from the slightest twitch of your fingers, you see? That proves just how many times we’ve repeated his action. Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Bitch-chan...Hold my hand...”

You hold his hand.

“I’ll pour my heart and soul into you. So...Give me your feelings too?”

You agree.

“Mmh...Thank you...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

*BZZZZZZZZZZZ*

*WOOSH*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says that she slowly had her heart melted by him.

(2) Laito uses the term 殺し文句 or ‘koroshi-monku’ which is a ‘clincher’ or a ‘pick-up line’ in English.

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Ice Cream (Bakugou X Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! WHY DO I KEEP FLUFFING MYSELF TO DEVASTATION!!

Summary: Bakugou and you are coworkers at a summer job in a department store. Both of you have feelings for each other but don’t know how to confess.

Word count: 1,918

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: Based on a true story. Seriously this was me about 3 and a half years ago. Except the first part, that was filler’s sake and to show off tsundere baby Katsuki. I’ve been neglecting him, he deserves better. So I hope you all combust from fluff uwu bc the next one might be baku angst

"Ah, it's so hot," I groan, fanning myself. "I almost wanna turn around and go back to work just to stay in the air conditioning."

"Tch, speak for yourself. I've had enough for the day," Bakugou huffs. He's unbuttoned his black polo shirt. "You can't pay me enough to go back there."

"It's really not that bad, I don't know why you're complaining," I shrug.

"Says the one who gets to sit in the storage room sorting those stupid colored things all day." He pushes his shoulder into me. "I'm like the stupid lackey. Every stupid errand the manager needs done, I have to do. I don't get paid enough for this sh-"

"Let's get ice cream, Bakugou!" I interrupt, spotting an ice cream shop across the street. "Come on, it'll cheer you up, crabby pants." I grab his arm and pull him towards cold heaven.

Once we get inside the shop, I immediately fly to the window, scanning over the flavor selection. I'm not exactly sure what I want to get, whether I'm craving something summery like cherry or lemon or if I want a classic like cookies and cream.

I catch myself flipping my head back and forth between the two sides, still unable to make a decision. "Hey Bakugou, what are you getting?" When I don't hear an answer, I flip around. "Baku-?"

For the smallest moment after I look at him, I catch him staring at me blankly before whipping his head down to the window. "Probably just chocolate," he answers quickly.

My heart skips a beat, but I tell myself to calm down. It's not the first time I've caught Bakugou staring at me. Sometimes at work, he'll be passing by and he always somehow seems to find me in the sea of clothes while I'm rearranging the hangers. There are even some rare times when he comes to the back room while I'm in the middle of sorting the size beads and helps me before the manager summons him to do something else.

I shake myself out of my thoughts. "I'm feeling something fruity. Lemon is really calling out to me, but so is cherry."

I end up getting one scoop of each and Bakugou gets two scoops of chocolate. We take our cups to go as we walk down to the train station together.

"Bakugou, what the actual hell?!" My eyes widen in bewilderment at what he's just done.

"What?" he growls, "This is how I usually eat ice cream!"

My eye twitches. "Y-You...bite...ice cream? You have some deep rooted issues, dude."

"Shut up! I'm not weird!" Though he's defensive about it, the blond starts eating with the spoon the shop gave him. "You're the one eating fruit flavored ice cream. At least get something unhealthy like you're supposed to!"

I huff in response. "There's nothing wrong with trying to make your junk food as healthy as possible."

"Come on, you know that's something Deku would have."

"And what about it?"

Bakugou makes a face at me and says nothing else about it. "You can have a taste of mine if you want. One bite won't kill you, and I'm fine with sharing."

My heart throbs again. "Sure, I guess. Is it good?"

He answers by sticking his dessert-filled spoon in my mouth, catching me off guard. His crimson eyes bore into mine as I let the treat melt in my mouth, the rich chocolate encompassing my taste buds. "How is it?"

I don't trust my voice to answer without shaking, so I take my time to swallow. "Delicious."

The boy smirks. "See? You can't go wrong with the classics." He takes another bite of his before side-eyeing me. "But I guess it wouldn't hurt to try something different," he mumbles.

I'm still stunned from what he just did, the remaining chocolate still an aftertaste in my mouth. "You think?" I think I know what he's implying, but I didn't want to initiate it just in case he's not. I wish I was more confident in my flirting skills, I think as I scoop another bite into the little spoon.

"Hey."

Bakugou grasps my wrist with my spoon and takes the bite for himself. We lock eyes with each other as he tastes my ice cream, my heart hammering like a drum. O-Oh.

His eyebrow quirks in interest. "Couldn't you tell I wanted to be fed? Mmm, this is actually pretty good for summer."

I find my voice again, "R-Right? Told you so! It's refreshing and not too heavy."

We continue our walk in silence, which is uncharacteristic for Bakugou. He always has some random thing to talk about, which is something I like about him. He's not necessarily an open book, but he can talk about anything without making it sound weird, able to fill the awkward pauses in our conversations.

I sneak a peak at his face to find his cheeks dusted slightly pink to match my own.

Our relationship is admittedly in some kind of limbo. Ever since we met each other at our job orientation almost 3 weeks ago, we've been pretty inseparable. After hitting it off immediately, we exchanged numbers and text each other nonstop even after work, sometimes late into the night. And he always texts me in the morning, teasing me to wake up or else I won't be productive and he'll have to cover for me. We take our lunch breaks together every day, and we take the same train to the same station before transferring to go our separate ways. My coworkers tease me because they thought we were already a couple coming into the job. It seems so obvious to them that Bakugou and I like each other, but neither of us have made a move yet.

Truthfully, I haven't done anything because I don't know how to initiate anything. He's the first person I've had a crush on that actually reciprocates my feelings, I don't want to mess it up. Though, he's also mentioned that he hasn't dated anyone either. We would be each other's firsts.

We finish our ice creams and finally get to our train station, swiping in and catching the train right before almost leaves us behind. The car is thankfully somewhat empty, so we manage to find some seats.

Bakugou pulls out his earbuds and plugs it into his phone, handling me one side so I can put it in my ear.

This blond head listens to hard rock and metalcore. Is it really that surprising though, being how aggressive he is?

I'm open to anything as long as I like the lyrics, so I don't mind listening to it. When the music starts playing, I throw my legs over his lap like I usually do and lay my head on his shoulder. "You're shoulder is so bony, it's uncomfortable," I tease.

"Then don't rest your head there if it's so uncomfortable," he scowls, placing a hand on my knee. Out of the blue, Bakugou snorts. "It's so funny how we have to wear all black and you're wearing these bright red Vans."

"Hey, the manager said we can wear any color shoes we want as long as it's closed toe," I point out defensively, closing my eyes while the shaking of the train hypnotizes me into calm.

I feel his head shift towards me. "Didn't sleep well?" he asks, just loud enough for me to hear over the rattling.

I shake my head, not bothering to verbalize my answer. I have this strange talent of being able to sleep anytime and anywhere, especially when there's ambient noise and rocking.

Bakugou leaves me alone to my relaxation until we're about to reach our stop. "We have to get off soon. Get up."

"I don't wanna," I nuzzle myself into his warmth.

There's a pause. "Does that mean I need to carry you out?"

My eyes shoot open. Oh. But as I'm about to protest, something makes me stop. "Sure." I realize I'm only half joking.

The doors open. "Okay then," he shrugs.

I don't have any time to retract my statement. Bakugou tucks one arm under my knees and the other around my back as he stands up, my body cradled in his arms. My heart loses all sense of rhythm and blood rushes to my ears. I barely hear the sound of some guy whistle and say, "Wow, look at these two!"

He walks off the train as if this is the most normal thing in the world. Other passengers glance and smile to themselves when they see us, but my vision is too blurry to focus on any of them. I bury my head in Bakugou's chest in shame. "Okay, you can put me down now, Bakugou," my voice comes out feebly.

"Just a little more, I want to get you to the front of the train," he responds with a hint of teasing.

"N-No, please put me down." Before I die of shame and all these people see us like this.

Bakugou obliges, setting me down on shaky legs near a pole and I shift away from him. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

I don't know if it's the adrenaline, the nerves, or the act of Bakugou exhibiting real boyfriend behavior towards me for the first time, but I build up the courage before I can stop myself from saying, "See? T-This is why everyone thinks we're dating."

A moment of pause. "Well, we can try, if you want."

I finally spare a glance at his face. Everywhere from his cheeks to his ears up his forehead is burning red as my shoes, and he's rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly to try and keep his cool.

My heart thumps in my ears seeing Bakugou this flustered and bothered. It's happening. "I'd like that."

The sight of his smile melts all my anxiety. He closes the distance between us, grabs my shoulder, and asks, "Can I kiss you?"

I shiver at his breath caressing my face and nod before he presses his lips to mine, crushing our noses together and sending waves of weightlessness in my stomach. His hand moves up to cup my face before pulling away with a smirk. "I've been wanting to do that for a while. I think you did too."

I avert my eyes from his teasing gaze. "Maybe."

He pulls me back in for another kiss, this one more needy as his lips move quicker, almost like he wants to devour me. Time seems to slow down around us, not caring if people are watching. Bakugou's other hand grips my waist just as my train rushes through the station. He parts our lips but keeps our foreheads together. "Your train doesn't want us together," he chuckles before placing another quick kiss on my nose. "Go on, I'll see you Monday."

I nod, still dazed as I board my train and grab the nearest pole for support. The train pulls out of the station and I'm speechless and shaking, still tasting the faint chocolate from his kiss against my lips.

I sit in a chair and slump down, my heart rate coming down and the adrenaline wearing off. My phone vibrates when I get a text.

You taste sweet ;) Can't wait to see you again

Babe

I almost choke hearing his voice say that inside my head, but I can't stop the smile from splitting my face open. I'm mentally kicking myself for confessing on a Friday.

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innocentsshounenjuujigun · 4 years

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06. Gloxinia - love at first sight

((Here we are, the first fic on this blog!!! :D This one is a relatively fluffy one (surprisingly so for Innocents) that’s based off of chapter three, featuring Guy and his massive insta-crush on Etienne. It’s cute. Very cute. UwU Try to pretend like they’re not all going to suffer.))

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The rain is thick and dark. Guy sits tied to post in the center of a village that he was supposed to slaughter. He’s been close to death more times than he can count, but this is the first time it’s ever felt so real.

A devil, they said. A boy who called lightning down from the sky. Guy wasn’t close enough to see him very clearly at the time. All he really remembers is white. White from the sky, burning their boss to a crisp. White standing before them all, a face blurred out by what Guy can only imagine is the terror still clinging to his insides. It’s not right. He’s not supposed to be afraid of anything. But there he is, about to die and as scared as anyone.

“Just who’d come to save you?”

The words echo in Guy’s head on loop. They may have been said by the spoiled brats he tried to rob and kill, but something about them rings just a little too true. Guy’s always been the youngest, the smallest, the weakest, the one who has to fight not to weigh the group down.

Is it naive to cling to the hope that someone in his family will care enough to come back for him? At this point, Guy doesn’t know.

Soaked through with rain, Guy’s hair is falling in his face. He’s been stripped down to nothing but thin, worn pants, and even in this early spring rain, it’s cold. There’s not enough meat on his bones to ward off the chill.

For the first time in a long, long while, Guy feels like a child. He’s stuck waiting, tied down and left with nothing to do but wait for someone to come back for him. Or for the villagers to decide to execute him instead of drawing it out for any longer. It’s really whichever comes first at this point, and Guy is getting a sinking feeling that it’s going to be the latter.

It’s hard to blame them for not coming back. In the end, Guy failed. He got caught, and death is what happens to failures in his world. There’s no one out there who’d be stupid enough to forgive him now.

Through the pouring rain, Guy hears footsteps. His body tenses, jumping to alertness even though there’s not a thing he could do to protect himself at this point. Someone’s coming. Guy braces himself for another beating at the very best-- to die, if they decide it’s time.

Instead, it’s a boy a little bit younger than him.

The boy is wearing a hood and poor clothes. He’s a villager, nothing more. Probably there to beat him up; take out his anger and pain for the deceased on Guy’s body just like everyone else’s done so far.

But all the boy does is kneel. When his eyes meet Guy’s... they’re a shade of blue that puts the sky to shame.

No, Guy thinks, that color puts jewels to shame. It’s like a punch to the gut. Looking into that boy’s eyes, Guy can’t bring himself to get a word out. The boy is looking at him with something unreadable, something that Guy would think is kindness if he didn’t know so much better by now.

In small, calloused hands, the boy holds out a piece of bread. “Eat,” he says, looking at Guy as if it would really be that easy-- as if Guy could surrender his pride and eat from his hand like a tamed thing. Kindness isn’t real, Guy reminds himself, not for people like him. When someone looks at him with those sorts of eyes, it’s nothing but worthless pity, wasted on someone who’d slit the boy’s throat in a second if he was free.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Guy spits, leveling a glare. Even now, he can’t falter. “I don’t care if I die here!”

It’s true, or at least Guy hopes it is. Not caring is kind of all he has left. He’s always told himself that he’d never be afraid of death, but saying that and staring his impending demise in the face are very different things.

“Even if you die, you won’t be any better off,” the boy replies, his blue, blue eyes fixed on Guy all the while. It’s unnerving. His voice is soft, not a trace of anger or condescension to be found. There seems to be genuine worry in his tone, and all it does is make Guy want to scream.

“Shut up!” Guy shouts, gritting his teeth. “You don’t know anything about me! Go away, you damn hypocrite!” Hypocrite. That’s all the boy is. A person who pretends to be kind and care about others, but will turn around and damn them to death the second it benefits them. It’s easy for the boy to be nice now, when there’s no one else around. He’d change his tune in a heartbeat if the rest of his village and family were there to see him.

Guy lets his head drop. He’s tired. He doesn’t want to argue this anymore. The sooner they hurry up and kill him, the better.

He tries to tell himself that he’s not avoiding meeting the boy’s eyes, but that line of thought doesn’t get him much of anywhere. He is hiding, just a little bit. He doesn’t want to see that faked, deceitful kindness anymore.

“We’re going to be leaving soon,” another voice says. Guy doesn’t know when the other boy arrived, but that probably says something about how worn-thin he’s getting. “Being nice to him now is just cruel, Etienne.”

At least this one has the right idea. And some sense, from the sound of it. If Guy was any weaker, dangling kindness right in front of his face would just be torture. As it is, all it does is make him feel sort of disgusted, both with the boy for offering and himself for taking the bait. It’s not worth either of their effort to pretend like Guy is worth the offer.

The second boy drags the first away. Guy lets himself lean back. It’s over. That’s the last time he’ll have to deal with either of them.

. . .

Morning comes. The village is back to bustling. From what Guy’s made out, the boy who killed the boss is setting out on some ridiculous ‘Children’s Crusade’. A foolish thought. A bunch of village brats wouldn’t survive for a second on their own out in the world. They’d be walking right into death.

It almost makes Guy want to laugh. Whatever idiot came up with that idea, Guy is sure he’ll die first. The village is really going to throw their kids out into the real world, it seems. Guy wouldn’t believe it if they lasted more than a month on their own. It’s almost sad to think of a bunch of kids getting tossed out to learn the hard way, but considering that these are the same kids who got him tied to this post in the first place...

Guy hopes the manor-lord brats are the first to bite it.

There’s talking, a lot of it. Guy hears bits and pieces about twins, a leper, new uniforms, and more. It’s impossible not to listen, but Guy tries to tune it out. That kind of thing doesn’t matter to him. Not one bit.

But the longer they talk, the more Guy’s mind starts to wander. The brats would need someone to protect them. A bunch of coddled kids heading out into the world is a death sentence. If they had someone who knew what they were doing, they might make it even a little longer. Whatever pity Guy has for the village that’s going to execute him goes right to the kids.

Then, a voice that Guy remembers all too clearly cuts through the crowd like a knife to his ears.

“Wait, Nicolas!”

Someone cuts through the crowd.

That someone is a boy with white hair, shining like fresh snow... and eyes bluer than any sky.

Guy’s breath catches in his throat just seeing him. That’s the boy from last night. That’s the boy who killed the boss. That’s the boy who this whole mess is all about. And yet, that’s the boy who tried to hand Guy bread like it somehow mattered to be nice to him. The one with eyes almost kind.

“Would you like to come too?” The boy offers a hand, kneeling down to put himself at Guy’s level. People shout in the background, obviously protesting. Guy can see why; he’s a fucking bandit.

“Would you like to come along and help me?” the boy asks again, looking at Guy with those blue, blue eyes.

“Don’t make a fool of me... I refuse to be one of your comrades! I’m just going to die here, so leave me be!” Guy shouts it, trying to make himself believe that it’s still what he means. Caught under those eyes, his resolve is faltering fast. That boy, he’s going to die at this rate--

“Do you have any idea how many people I’ve killed!? It’s because you don’t know that that you can even think of inviting me! Killing is my job! I’ve mercilessly slaughtered children and the elderly who were crying and begging for their lives! I’ve even killed monks to steal money!” Guy doesn’t know why he’s saying it. They’re all aware of just what kind of person he is, except for maybe the idiot trying to drag him along. It’s like all the hatred Guy’s ever felt for himself is spilling out, over his lips like fresh blood.

“I did it all for the sake of my comrades! Because I thought of them as my family!” Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “But... none of them came to rescue me... Ha! It’s better if I just die here!” In the end, that’s for the best. The villagers deserve to avenge their dead. Guy’s resolve to let anything else happen is fading fast. This is ridiculous, fucking ridiculous!

And then, Guy meets those blue eyes once again, and the words that he thinks he may have meant all along come right out.

“So go. If a guy as depraved and wicked as me comes along, you’ll fall down to the depths of hell as well.” It’s what he’s been thinking for years. It’s not like he could have ever voice those thoughts around his family, but now-- with that person still, still looking at him with kindness in his eyes--

The boy with the hair like snow pulls him into a hug.

Under any other circumstances, being touched so suddenly would make Guy bite someone’s ear off. Somehow, this time, all it does is make his body melt into the touch. That’s-- That’s not supposed to happen!

“You’re not depraved, nor wicked,” the boy starts, his soft voice suddenly way too close to Guy’s ear, his skinny arms right around Guy’s shoulders in a touch more tender than Guy’s ever experienced. His heart feels like it’s pounding out of his chest. “You only did what you had to to survive. If you come to Jerusalem, God will forgive all of your past sins.”

The words sink in like a branding iron to the skin. No one says this stuff to him. No one means it. There’s something in the boy’s voice that’s way too genuine. Guy doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. There’s a lump in his throat that’s choking him, strangling him on his own guilt and fear. He can’t-- How is he supposed to respond--? This isn’t how people are supposed to treat him. This isn’t what he deserves.

“Wh...! Why!?” Guy chokes. He’s shaking. He’s trembling like he never has before, not even when faced with a blade to his throat.

“We’ll be your new family from today...”

“Why... are you like this...!?” Tears spill over, hot down his cheeks. Guy can’t remember the last time he cried. This isn’t fair. The boy’s hair is soft against his cheek, his voice is tender and kind.

Guy thinks that this might be worse than what dying feels like.

The others chime in, agreeing with the boy. Guy can’t believe what he’s hearing. They’re really going to let him in so easily? No one’s going to beat the shit out of him again before they’ll consider him forgiven? It feels unreal on a thousand levels, but that boy by his side...

The boy unties him. His blue eyes meet Guy’s again. He looks somewhere between pleased with himself and disgustingly tender, which by all rights should make Guy’s stomach turn. Instead, all he feels is a weird fluttery feeling, deep in the pit of his gut.

“You’re all idiots! You’re too damn nice for your own good!” Guy snaps, trying to pretend like he wasn’t crying just a moment ago. He’s gotta save even a little bit of his pride, even if this kid already knows he’s got none.

Guy whistles, knowing that one person will come back for him. As expected, the thunder of Jean’s hooves follows moments later.

The kids freak out again, but with the reins in his hands, Guy feels something like himself. He’s off of that awful post, probably not going to die any time soon, and looking right at a person he’s starting to feel like might be some kind of angel. It’s crazy on a thousand levels, but after what that boy said... Guy thinks that he might be starting to take this seriously.

“I don’t care about the Holy Land or whatever. But as long as we’re family, I’ll risk my life!” He’s serious, Guy realizes with something of a sinking feeling. He’s dead fucking serious.

It makes sense in a way. His family left him behind to die. He can’t really blame them, but at the same time, it hurts. Those people had been by his side for eight years. He’d watched men come and go, join and die. He’d given his all to make sure that the group survived. He’d devoted his life, and the only place it got him was abandoned in a village to die. In the end, the group’s survival came first. Guy can understand that.

He thinks he has a new family now.

Looking at all of the kids, fresh-faced and innocent, Guy knows he’s gonna have his work cut out for him. These brats don’t know the first thing about surviving on their own, that much is obvious. Protecting them is probably going to get him killed.

Even so, that boy with the blue eyes may as well have given him a new one. Guy should have died at that post, but here he is.

Living for someone else’s sake.

The decision comes quickly. This boy, this one, is Guy’s family now. He gave a filthy bandit a second chance, looked at Guy like he was someone worth saving. Guy’s throat feels tight just looking at him, and that probably means something. If he’s meant to follow anyone, if God really does have a plan for his sorry carcass, this might just be it.

He can trail in the shadow of someone purer than him. He can protect this stupid kid with his fucking life. He can give his all just to make sure that those eyes never quit looking at him like he’s worth something.

“Guy. And this is my partner, Jean.”

“Nice to meet you,” the boy says. “My name is Etienne.”

#Innocents Shounen Juujigun #Usamaru Furuya #Furuya Usamaru #Etienne #Guy #Fic #Writeblr #Fanfic #Prompts

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shima-draws · 5 years

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hey... ross comforting alba drabble :3c

[[Send me a fandom/ship/prompt and I’ll write a drabble for it!]]

I wrote this all in one sitting that usually doesn’t happen. The power of Albatross is just too strong for me to resist…

Apparently I’m just screwing myself over with my intended word count so I’m just. Yeah. WELL

Anyway for once I didn’t write a oneshot during Alba’s prison tutoring times, shockingly enough since that’s all I usually write for them lmao;; I took a few liberties with Alba’s research facility esp since Part 5 isn’t super clear about what he even does in there (or maybe I just missed it? Idk lol) BUT YEAH for the sake of this story. He’s still trying to get Elf and Alf back home :’)

THANKS SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS KIO I’VE MISSED WRITING THESE TWO IDIOTS

EDIT: This is up on Archive now too!!

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“What are you doing here.”

It’s more of a statement than a question, and if Ros didn’t know any better he’d immediately jump into teasing Alba for his haggard appearance—but that ends up being the exact reason he decides not to. The hero has circles under his eyes that say he’s been awake for days. Ros hasn’t seen him like this since he was studying magic in a prison with seals sticking to his forehead.

“I came to check up on you,” he decides on saying, and frowns. “Which apparently was a good idea in hindsight because, frankly, you look like shit.”

Alba at least is coherent enough to roll his eyes. “Wow, thanks. I’m feeling better already.”

And with that he turns around and stalks off, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his fancy looking lab coat. Ros follows him at a trot.

“When’s the last time you ate something, Hero?” He asks, matching Alba stride for stride. They round a corner and Ros tries not to let his gaze linger too long on what’s going on around him—Alba’s research facility is like a maze and he always tends to get lost within it if he’s not careful. (Usually when he shows up, he shouts and calls attention to himself until Alba appears to either kick him out or invite him in with a look of fond annoyance.)

Alba sighs. “Does it matter? I’m eating.”

Ros looks him over and narrows his eyes. Alba looks…skinny. Skinnier than usual. Not his regular slightly muscled self. And pale. Frighteningly pale.

“Not enough, apparently. Do I need to start camping out here and force you to eat on a schedule?” He jokes, hoping for some kind of positive reaction.

The brunette only snorts. “Please. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”

“Hero,” Ros says, his tone chiding.

Alba comes to a sudden halt, looking frustrated. Ros keeps his distance by a foot or two, wary.

“Look, just—“ And he scrubs his hand through his hair in frustration. “What do you want? To bother me? I don’t have time to entertain you today, Ros. I’m busy.”

Ros would have immediately punched him for his clipped tone and his blatant attempt at brushing him off if the use of his name didn’t make him pause. Nowadays Alba usually calls him Shion—as a way to show his affection, he supposes, because Ros doesn’t really let anyone else call him that besides Crea. It’s weird hearing Alba use his other name now, so used to hearing “Shion” in a tone full of friendliness.

Looking over him again, Alba looks exhausted. And also wired, like he’s been only surviving on coffee and whatever mana he has left to keep himself going.

Ros huffs out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. He knows what Alba’s doing, because he’s done it a million times himself. It’s pretty easy to get distracted by your goals and keep striving towards them without pausing to rest. But if Alba keeps going like this, he’s going to crash and burn eventually.

So, Ros leans over and kicks him in the shin. Hard.

Immediately, Alba leaps back, magic flaring around him. “Ow—what the fuck?!”

Huh. Alba has no filter when he’s running on maybe three hours of sleep. Ros decides to file that piece of information away for later.

“Come here,” Ros demands, grabbing his wrist. He drags him down the hall and straight to the lounge—the one place he knows how to get to in the building.

Luckily, the place is empty when they arrive. Ros gently tugs Alba over to the first couch he sees and forces him to sit on it.

Alba opens his mouth, either to protest or to complain, but Ros cuts him off.

“Listen to me. I know what you’re doing. You need to stop,” he states, looking down on the tired hero as he crosses his arms. “Elf and Alf aren’t going to suddenly up and disappear just because you’re taking a nap.”

“I know that!” Alba snaps, and then he visibly deflates, like he feels guilty for doing so. “I know that. I just…”

Ros nudges him over with his foot and then takes a seat next to him, reclining against the cushions.

“I just want to help them,” the brunette admits, softly. “I told them I would. And I feel like we’re so close to a breakthrough, to finding a way to get them home, but…”

“You’re rushing things,” Ros murmurs. He reaches up to gently tussle Alba’s hair, who releases a quiet, startled noise. “You’re cornering yourself, Hero. I know you’re dead set on fulfilling whatever promise you made to those two, but it’s not like you have an exact deadline. I’m pretty sure that if they were supposed to be erased from our timeline, they would’ve been already.”

Alba slumps, finally relaxing beneath his touch. Ros’ hand travels to stroke down his back in soothing circles.

“Getting no sleep and only eating when you need to isn’t healthy,” Ros admonishes. “And trust me, I’ve been there. You think I didn’t do everything in my power to fix what happened to Crea? I didn’t sleep for weeks.”

Alba peers up at him curiously, looking a bit more lively than he did before. “Really—? I mean—wait, no, that’s obvious, of course you didn’t. Your best friend had his body stolen right in front of you, of course you probably had trouble sleeping…”

Ros squeezes his hip and he squeaks, cheeks turning pink. The black-haired boy resists the urge to smile.

“I know you’re a masochist, but this might be taking things too far.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” Alba groans, throwing his head back.

Ros leans against his shoulder and grins like a cat. “You did? Wow. Must be our bond. You can read me so well, Hero.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Alba whines, but it’s sort of ruined when he starts laughing halfway through his sentence.

Ros runs his hand across the boy’s lower back again and chuckles. They’re sitting close enough now that their knees are almost touching. Ros’ heart floods with warmth, and he smiles.

“Don’t worry about those two. They’ll be fine. If anyone can figure out how to send them back, you can. But you don’t need to make yourself sick doing it.”

Alba nods, slowly, and avoids his gaze. His eyes are fixed firmly on the carpet, and his hands are balled in his lap. He looks almost bashful, and a bit ashamed. Ros’ arm is curled all the way around him now, his hand rubbing circles into Alba’s hip.

“Are you gonna be a good boy now and get some rest? If not I’ll have to knock you out and make you sleep.”

“Please don’t,” is the response he gets.

“Good, because if that didn’t work, I was going to call Rchi,” Ros tells him, smirking when Alba looks at him in horror. Rchi is a menace when she knows her boys are being idiots.

He finally releases him, and Alba lies down on the couch begrudgingly. He’s pouting like a child, but at least he’s finally complying.

“Get some sleep, Hero. Or I’ll be really angry.”

“Fine,” Alba sighs, closing his eyes. “See, I’m doing it now, okay? You happy?”

“Quite, actually.”

There’s a long pause, and Ros almost thinks Alba has already drifted off (which would be impressive, considering his head just hit the pillow), but Alba speaks again.

“Hey, Shion…” He mumbles. Oh. He’s gone back to using “Shion”, then. Ros tries to pretend that he’s not happy about the prospect. “Will you…stay here? Don’t go home while I’m sleeping.”

Ros’ heart skips a beat. He’s glad Alba’s eyes are closed and that he can’t read his expression.

“What, you afraid the monsters under the bed will attack you while you’re dreaming and steal your ribs? That would be a tragedy. Ribman, losing his ribs,” he jokes weakly.

“‘M not Ribman and you know it,” Alba mumbles. “And no, I just…feel safer when you’re near me. Like I can sleep easier…”

Ros covers his burning face with a hand and looks away, swallowing thickly. Jesus. This kid really is trying to kill him, isn’t he?

It takes a long while, but Ros finally answers.

“…Yeah, I’ll stay. I won’t leave your side, Alba.”

All he hears is a soft snore, and when he finally has the courage to look over again, Alba is completely passed out.

Ros exhales heavily and rubs the back of his neck. Guess he should have expected as much.

His eyes dart around the room, making sure that nobody else is around, and then he moves to crouch over Alba’s slumbering form.

“Goodnight, my Hero,” he murmurs, leaning down to gently press his lips to Alba’s forehead.

And if he holds Alba’s hand the whole time as he guards the boy who saved the world, well, that’s his little secret.

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We love a soft Ros who’s still trying to come to terms with his feelings uwu

#Senyuu #Senyu #Albatross #RosAl #Alba Fruhling #Ros #Shion #戦勇。#Shima writes #Fanfiction #Drabble requests #Drabble challenge #Long post #Friends #albaross

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psycho-slytherin · 5 years

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Strangers ch. 27

Your dizzy spells have gotten worse, but it’s time for you and Yoongi to shine.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: Floof

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Okay. Okay. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Fine fine fine fine. Fine. Fine–

A knock at your door interrupts your whirlwind of overthinking, and when you open it you see your downstairs neighbor tapping his foot impatiently.

“Oh, hi there, Soobin. What can I do for you?” You’re cautiously polite, reasonably sure that by this point your neighbor despises you– when you flooded your apartment, his was also damaged, and your obnoxious alarms at all hours have probably driven him crazy.

Soobin yawns. “It’s two in the morning, y/n. I understand if you’re stressed or something. However, your pacing is making it hard to sleep.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks turn red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

“Get some sleep,” your neighbor advises. “I’m not trying to pry, but it’s hard to ignore when you’ve been pacing for the better part of an hour.”

“Yes- I will.” You apologize again before saying goodnight, and once you close the door you sigh and lean your forehead against the smooth wood. You’ve never felt so nervous in your life– just thinking about tomorrow raises goosebumps on your arms and makes your heart stutter.

You’re going to kiss Yoongi.

You. Are going. To kiss. Min Yoongi.

Well, your character is going to kiss Yoongi’s character. But still.

The first time you saw Yoongi, back when he called himself Agust, you’d fainted. Just seeing him was enough to overwhelm you entirely and make you lose any semblance of dignity. And now, that man, your idol, your dream, is going to kiss you.

As you climb into bed, you pray that you’ll be able to at least keep your balance tomorrow. Today. Whatever. You need sleep.

“Fame, flashlight– gi-give it to me!”

You shoot upwards, jolted unpleasantly out of an equally unpleasant dream. “Son of a bitch,” You groan, rubbing your temples. Your head hurts terribly, and the comments you’ve been reading online followed you once again into sleep.

@captainkookie21: hey throwback to when @yourname was a no-name who didn’t sleep her way to the top, amirite? Our boys are too good for her lmao

@seventeengoingonseokjin: im so conflicted about #MoonOverTheSea like?? Do I stan because Yoongi? Do I hate because @yourname? What’s the protocol

@namjoonforpresident: Y’all there’s a rumor that there’ll be a #MoonOverTheSea footage leak lmfao didn’t they barely start filming

@bangtan-uwus: unpopular opinion but fuck @yourname and everything she stands for. I’d understand if she were actually famous but she aint and she doesn’t deserve yoongi

@captainkookie21: @bangtan-uwus lol you mean popular opinion

“Ugh.” You bury your face in your hands, squeezing your eyes shut tight, tight enough to keep everything out. There’s an emptiness in your chest so heavy that it hurts to breath, and you’re dizzy again– these spells have been happening more often lately.

Suddenly, your phone rings. The noise makes you jump and scramble to answer.

“Hello?”

“Y/n~ how are you, darling?” Lisa sings in your ear.

You force yourself to relax, force your voice to lighten for your friend’s sake. “Yeah, I’m great. How ‘bout you?”

“Tut-tut. This isn’t about me, hon. Second day of filming! How are you feeling?”

“Yeah, um– you know, good. Fine.”

“Convincing,” Lisa replies dryly. “Well, I’m downstairs. I can give you a lift to the set if you want?”

“Thanks, I’ll be right down.” You rush to gather your things and join Lisa in her car.

"We’re not going to film in the studio today,” you tell her. “We’re going to some outdoor location.”

“Ah, tell me the address?”

You read it to her off your phone and spend the rest of the car ride anxiously tapping as Lisa chatters. Yoongi. Yoongi. You’re going to kiss him, just like in your dream, the one you can’t even force yourself to forget.

“By the way, I’ve been noticing some mean stuff on Twitter lately...” Lisa says cautiously, and you freeze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lisa scoffs. “You need to tell me if it’s getting out of hand.”

“I’m fine, Lisa.”

“I’m feeling just fine, fine, fine,” Lisa sings as she parks. “If you say so, girl. Have a good day, yeah? Tell me everything!”

“You know I will.”

Lisa’s eyes narrow. “Do I know that? I’m just kidding. See ya!”

“Bye...?”

You turn and walk to where the film crew has set up tents and trailers. You spot Avery, and judging by her frazzled expression she’s clearly somehow slept less than you.

“Oh, thank god, y/n. Please tell me you’re the one decent member of this cast,” Avery exclaims when you approach.

“Uh... what?”

“The two leads aren’t cooperating because they’re jealous you and Yoongi have been in front of the camera most,” an assistant supplies. “And since the schedule changed and we have to film your outdoor kiss first, they’re both refusing to be onset today.”

Right. The kiss. Almost on cue, Yoongi shows up, moving through the star-struck crew.

“Are we getting started?” He asks Avery, not looking you in the eye.

“Yes. Yes! We are. Hair and makeup, both of you. I want you onset next to those trees in half an hour. If we have to do more than ten takes for any scene, I might go crazy. It’s fine. Everything is fine.” Avery says in a very not-fine way. Unwilling to provoke your director, you scurry off to hair and makeup, only relaxing when Yoongi is out of sight.

But you’re friends. And you’re only acting. This tension isn’t normal. You’re just friends. Why are you so damn nervous?

The period clothing is heavy, and too warm in the noon sun. Because your clothes and makeup are simpler, you trundle onset before Yoongi arrives, and spend the extra few minutes reviewing your lines.

Avery stands next to the camera along with the cinematographer and several assistants. At last, Yoongi walks up to you. You want to tease him about how dashing he looks, but for once the words fail you: how can you joke when it’s the truth? Yoongi is undeniably handsome, but now... he looks royal. He looks perfect.

Avery quickly walks you and Yoongi through the scene, including where you’ll move and when. “Y/n, we’ll start with your line, okay? Take one. Ready, and... action!”

“Isn’t the sunshine lovely today, Mr. Moon?” you sing sweetly as you walk with Yoongi across the field, cameras surrounding you.

“Not half as lovely as you, Miss Kim– though I do wish you would call me Sung-Min.” Yoongi looks at you for the first time today and you feel your cheeks heat up.

You laugh off the sudden rush of affection. “Then I am Ji-Woo. Even though it is hardly appropriate–”

Yoongi grasps your hands in his, and you nearly gasp. This wasn’t in the script.

“I no longer care what is appropriate, Ji-Woo. After all...” he pauses, the corners of his catlike eyes crinkling. “I fell in love with you, didn’t I?”

You giggle modestly, but the intensity of his gaze combined with your intertwined fingers makes you feel like something inside you is falling apart.

“I suppose you did,” you reply, keeping your voice level as Yoongi leads you to the large flat rock Avery pointed out earlier. With a swish of your skirts you settle yourself upon the rock, spine straight, hands folded in your lap. Yoongi stands in front of you.

“Won’t you sit down, Sung-Min?”

“What? Oh, yes.” Yoongi becomes more agitated, and begins pacing in front of you. Much like, you think bemusedly, your own behavior last night. “Y/n, I–”

“Cut!” Avery hollers, and you’re brought back to reality. “Yoongi, she’s Ji-Woo, remember?”

“Ah, yes. Sorry.” Yoongi nods quickly, looking embarrassed.

Your director sighs. “It’s fine– it’s going great so far. Why don’t we keep going from Yoongi’s line? Ready, and... action!”

“Ji-Woo, I’ve been meaning to ask you...”

“Yes?” You’re only supposed to look nervous, so why do you feel your heartbeat quickening?

“I love you, Kim Ji-Woo. I love you truly, fervently, and with every part of myself.” Yoongi takes a breath and with a start you realize you’ve been holding yours. “I think I was besotted from the moment I met you, and every day since has done nothing but intensify my affection. And so, I must ask you– will you do me the honor and privilege, on this day and all days hence, of becoming my wife?”

The tears are there before you have to summon them: Yoongi is kneeling before you, his eyes wide, pleading, hopeful, beautiful. You press your lips together and nod happily and Yoongi’s face lights up with euphoric disbelief and he rises, and he hugs you tightly, so tightly, and when he at last pulls away you’re left looking at each other, eyes wide, mouths inches apart, and you don’t dare breathe.

It’s for the drama. Just friends. Just–

And you have no more time to think because he’s kissing you, Min Yoongi is kissing you and he’s kissing you gently, lovingly, his lips are so soft against yours and he tastes like mangoes for some reason and you reach up to rest your hands on his shoulders and he cups your cheek as though protecting a flower and all this goes through your head in about two seconds because he’s kissing you and there’s nothing more distracting in the world.

After perhaps an eternity you break apart, and Avery once more yells “Cut! Great, we should do another take just in case.”

But you can’t hear her too well: your head hurts again, and you feel another dizzy spell about to hit you, but this one much stronger than the ones you’ve been experiencing lately, and your balance feels off and you’re tired, so tired–

Yoongi must notice. “Y/n, are you oka–”

“I am going to faint,” you announce, before your eyes flutter shut and the world turns to black.

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chanzicoup · 6 years

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“Blindsided” (VIXX N x Reader) pt. 2

A/N: i almost forgot what I was planning to do with the second part of this because it's been such a long time since I've started it. Luckily, I found my notes and bam here's the last part of "Blindsided" does this count as an AU???? Also, before I forget, YOUR COMMENTS WERE SO SWEET THANK YOU HUN UWU (*sends millions of hearts to your doorstep*)

Warning: None

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Count: 2.8k

~blake

here’s the first part

Upon hearing the news you've lost your already barren appetite and excuse yourself from the table as politely as possible, which was impossible after you slammed you door shut. You knew your parents wouldn't just leave their company, which were your future in-laws and husband apparently, not even to comfort their only child. You at sat your desk and pulled out a canvas. You selected your mechanical pencil and began a sketch. You hadn't bothered to look at the time before or after the drawing was completed and you pulled out your watercolors and walked to your connecting bathroom for a cup of water.

It always took you a significantly shorter amount of time to paint your work rather that the outlining portion of it. After you had all the details you let your hands take over and your brain rest. You had created an image of a diamond ring. Inside the ring is a bed of roses and baby's breath flowers. On the bed is a woman with her hand tied behind her back and her head lowered so that her hair was hiding her face. You couldn't believed what you had made, it all felt like a blur to you. What seemed like ten minutes was actually more than ten hours. The sun shone through your blinds despite them being down. Had you stayed up the whole night?

A knock rings your door and you ignore it, hoping whomever it is assumes you're still sleeping. But a voice comes from the other side of the wood.

"It's me. We need to talk." You did not want to see Hakyeon, or N as he prefers to go by now. You had stayed quiet an waited to hear his footsteps leaving your hallway; instead, he walked right into your doorway and closed it when he walked towards you. You rose to your feet to use your body to block your painting, but you had no doubt in your mind that N had at least gotten a peek of it.

"I could have been changing in here for all you knew." You spoke harshly. He rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. Was he sassing you?

"But you weren't you were ignoring me."

"Clearly I didn't do a good enough job."

"Whatever, we need to go to brunch with my Parents. They are expecting you and your family had already said you were going."

"Of course they did." You said under your breath before speaking up, "When are we leaving?" "And when is it over?" You want to add but don't.

"We leave when you are done getting ready." N said as he was already leaving your room, not turning to look you in the eye. He stopped in his tracks for a moment before speaking, "Let's at least try to have a good time and not for our family's sake but our own." And then he was gone. He'd been upset to silence last night and he had time to cool off and collect his thoughts.

You brushed him off and turned to your closet, pulling out jeans, a peach tank top, and a while blazer. It was only brunch and N had not said it needed formal attire. And to your recollection he was wearing jeans as well. Not that you were checking him out of anything. After putting your clothes on you picked out white heels to wear but threw them on your bed and grabbed sneakers of the same color. No way were you paining your ankles for something you have absolutely no opinion in. Sure, you should've selected flats or at least wedges, but you were no happy about the situation you were in so why would you do everything they expected you to do if they were going to force you anyway? You hoped your parents wouldn't be at the brunch, only N's. His pa-rents you could stand, yours you could not. Not bothering once more with a purse you put your keys, phone, and wallet in your pocket and entered your hallway, shocked to see N waiting for you leaning against the wall. You flinched in surprise and he chuckled silently so you wouldn't see.

"Are you finally ready?"

"Shut up, I was only five minutes." You strode past him and he kept on talking.

"Five minutes longer than I would have been."

"Yea, brushing your teeth. I can smell your morning breath from here." He jogged up to your side and defended himself. "No you can not! I put in a mint earlier."

"So you didn't brush your teeth this morning? That's gross." Now you were just playing around. Besides, you had stayed up all night and had yet to brush your own teeth since you were in a rush for brunch.

"I did too! I brushed my teeth and used mints so you can't smell my breath!" Wait, he did both of those things before meeting you? Brushing teeth is understood, everyone should brush their teeth; but the mints? That wasn't necessary for picking up someone you did not like. Unless-

"We need to hurry, my parents are already at the café." He pulled keys out of his pocket and pressed the button to unlock the sports car parked in your driveway. You guessed it was his since he did have the keys to it and didn't question it. What rich kid doesn't have a fancy car? You didn't say anything on the way there and N didn't try to start up another conversation, thankfully the café was only about a five minute drive away from your home. The most painful five minutes of your life. N wanted to talk to you, to catch up after all of these years, but you clearly didn't want anything to do with him at the moment so he gave you your space; something you haven't had in a while.

At the café N rushes out to open the door for you and you let him put on the act for his parents who are smiling and waving from their seats. You couldn't make them upset, not after all that they've done for you and your family. Plastering a smile on your own face you hold N 's hands and lace your fingers together. He doesn't hide the blush on his cheeks because this is the only time when he doesn't have to act. The two of you sit at the seats in front of his parents and they ask you if you were feeling better. Your parents had told them that you had gotten the flu not too long ago and retired to bed so early because of it. "Why, yes I do. Thank you for asking. Sorry for being impolite last night, I was severely under the weather." You bit your cheeks out of annoyance. You were not okay, you were marrying their son by force.

"That's good to hear! We haven't ordered yet since we were waiting for you both," Mrs. Cha rested her hand on her husband's shoulder and looked at him endearingly. "Honey, can you go to the cashier for us. I want to talk to the children."

"Of course, dear. What would you all like? I'm buying." Mr. Cha said, he really wasn't a bad guy when things weren't related to work. You learned that today. You all told him what you wanted and he nodded, seemingly remembering everything. When he left Mrs. Cha turned to the both of you and smiled.

"I know what the two of you must be feeling, and I'm sorry things have to be this way. I just want to let you guys know that I'm not expecting you guys to have a family or to really act as a married couple." She took a deep breath before continuing, "But this is what must be done for both of our companies. I'm terribly sorry for this, if I could change things I would.

"Mom-" "It's quite alright, Mrs. Cha." You cut N off and he looked at you, shocked. "I don't mind it. I mean, it's about time I got married and I was unlucky enough to find someone for my own. I'm grateful that you and my parents arranged this marriage. At least it's to someone I know and not a complete stranger." That last thing you wanted was for her to feel guilty about everything. You knew she didn't want things this way but that was how they were. You may not be all that happy about this, but you can get out of your parents' house because of it. You've been meaning to move out for years now, ever since you graduated. But no matter what your parents made sure you wouldn't.

"Then that's good news. N was worried you would not like him as much as he did to you." She chuckled and fiddled with her hands and nodding.

"What do you mean by that ma'am?" You questioned.

"Mom!" N whispered, heat rising to his face and panic into his chest. How could his mom expose his secret like that?!

"Drinks are here! They said that they'll bring out the dishes when they're finished cooking." Mr. Cha returned with a carrier off coffees and teas you all asked for and gave the orders to the right person. You were surprised that he remembered who got what, since you had forgotten yourself that you ordered an Iced Latte and a Chocolate Muffin. N got a simple Strawberry Tea. You'd be embarrassed but you didn't eat your dinner last night and haven't eaten since yesterday morning. You were really freaking hungry.

"So, kids, what are you two planning on doing today?" Mr. Cha asked when he sat down. You were suppose to have plans?

"We're going to this play that's premiering tonight. It's starting at two so we have some time before we need to go." N said looking at his watch and sipping his drink. You looked at your watch too and saw it was only ten o'clock. How long was this going to last?

"That's good news! We're glad you two are getting along..." and the rest of the meal went as so. You sat there and only answered questions with agreement, and evaluated when you needed to. It was that same as it always was but you had no choice. You drank your latte and nibbled on your muffin, your appetite leaving you again. Pretty soon it was time to go, time flies when you're not listening. You and N left the café first, his hand as still holding yours. You let go as soon as you both exited the building and was out of sight from the windows.

"Are we really going to the play?" You asked.

"If you want to, we can." He said, shrugging his shoulders. He had only said that to give his parents something, but he hadn't planned on taking you unless you wanted to go. It was a play he's wanted to see after all so he was probably going to go with or without you.

"I'll do whatever you want. It's not like I have a say in anything anymore." This was the first time you actually spoke out and N felt so much guilt because of it. This whole time he as thinking about himself and how he felt, not once thinking about you. "You don't have to go. I'll take you home right now."

"It's fine. It doesn't matter." The depression in your voice worried him and he had noticed you haven't eaten very much. It was also obvious to him you didn't sleep either.

"It does matter. Y/N I'm worried about you, you look faint." He said and at that moment you tried to walk towards his car and stumbled over your own two feet.

"I'll be okay, I'm just not feeling well."

"Not eating or sleeping will do that to you. Do I need to take you to the hospital?" You shook you head but it only made you feel even more dizzy. "If not the hospital, I'm taking you to my house. It's closer." You let him lead you to the car and you rested your head against the seat. N's face was millimeters from yours as he tried to put on your seat belt. He rushed back to his spot behind the wheel and pulled onto the road, driving faster than normal so he'd get you to his house sooner. When you guys arrived you were fast asleep, meaning he carried you to the guest bedroom and laid you down gently. While he was putting the covers over you he noticed how peaceful you looked and sat next to you.

"You're still as beautiful as you were all of those years ago." He said, thinking you couldn't hear him. Little did he know, you were a light sleeper.

"I didn't want this to be the way we'd meet again. I wanted it to be at our own pace, not our families'. I'll do everything I can to make sure the marriage process slows down. I wanted to date you properly." It took you a lot of effort not to move, you wanted to hear what he had to say. You couldn't admit to yourself that the only reason you hung around him so much when you were younger was because you had a crush on him. When he was mean to you you pushed your feelings aside, thinking he really did hate you. But from what you were hearing now tells you the opposite.

"I can't tell you how much I regret how I acted towards you before. I didn't want you to like me when my parents arranged me to marry someone else. If I had known it was you they'd wanted me to marry I wouldn't have hated you so much. I've always cared for you Y/N." You felt him get up and you stayed still. He left the room to prepare you a meal, one he'll make you finish if you do not. Only when the door shut did you feel it was save to sit up.

Had your exhausted state caused you to make it all up? Did he really mean those things? What were the odds?

You laid back down for a proper nap and sleep had overcome you. For some reason, this bed was more comfortable than your own. After ten minutes N had came back in to check up on you and saw you were still sleeping. He decided to let you rest and wait to start cooking. He went to his own room and started watching a movie but he couldn't help but check in on you every so often for the next couple of hours. A while later N made pasta dishes and went to wake you up. You were shocked to see him, thinking you were at home and it was all a dream. Then you remembered everything and sat up.

"I made you some spaghetti. I know you must be hungry." You went to stand up to eat in the dinning room but N stopped you. "We can eat it in bed."

"What about the sheets? They're white."

"And I know how to get red sauce out of white sheets. It's alright, you need to eat." And that was how you guys ended up sitting and eating together in bed. It brought you back to the days of being in elementary school where you two didn't have to act like someone you were not just for the approval of others. Memories of you and N blowing bubbles under cherry blossoms and playing hop scotch on the sidewalk made your heart skip a beat. He was so caring towards you, telling you to be cautious of the road and to not trip and fall. Then you remembered how he treated you in high school and wondered, what changed?

You stopped laughing and asked N that question. He hadn't known was you were talking about so you explained by saying he isn't the same man he was in school. He was actually not a bad man at that.

"That's because I had this little crush on you and I didn't want you to know." He gasped, shocked he said it so openly. He began to stutter and repeat over and over he didn't like you like that, but you knew better than to believe him and shut him up with a kiss. A kiss he happily returned.

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