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kanatamour · 4 months

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A MILLION MILES AWAY.

“My soul is always with you.”

ft. Sugasano Allen, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Yatonokami Kanata, Yatonokami Nayuta x fem! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, comfort.

Hey, nonnie ! You requested on my previous blog and I’m very sorry this took me forever, I still hope you can enjoy it, hun <3

ଓ SUGASANO ALLEN

— To ever enthusiastic Allen, the fact you have hearing hypersensitivity is so cool.

— To him, it’s almost like a superpower, how you can catch up on the faintest of sounds, even discerning their subtlety in all kinds of songs.

— So, it is not uncommon for him to ask you for advice when he’s composing BAE’s melodies.

— The way you can discern every variation in the symphony and how you always know what’s the best combination for it with the lyrics, never fails to leave your boyfriend speechless.

— In these instances, maroon eyes stare at you, lovestruck, the hue on his cheeks not so different as he gets a little lost in you as you compose.

— However, all gifts came at a price.

— Because your sensitivity to sound happened to be a double edged sword.

— You just couldn’t attend lives.

— You had tried. More than once. And it ended terribly every single one of them.

— The sounds were too loud, and the bright lights didn’t help either with the overstimulation the loud music already caused you.

— No matter how hard you tried to calm down, your breathing became shallow, ragged, as if your lungs were closing in.

— And you hate it. You hate you can’t be there to see your partner on stage from the first row, after how passionate he is with hip-hop, and after all he’s gone through to pursue it.

— But Allen does not only love hip-hop.

— He loves you, above all else.

— And he understands what it’s like to feel like you can’t endure it anymore, like you’re going to suffocate and like everything’s too much.

— His trap reactions are quite bad, after all.

— And he doesn’t want the one he loves so deeply to have to experience something similar to it.

— So he understands and he would never hold it against you.

— Now you wait for him, the covers of his bed snug around you, as you hold your phone screen before you.

— Earphones on, you watch intently, as BAE steps on stage.

— A phoenix flies over the audience, and a wide smile spreads on your face.

— This is the song you composed together, and you know, with it, your lover will shine as bright as his illusion does.

ଓ HAJUN YEON

— You didn’t want him to find out.

— Hajun is perfect, and you’re honored as it is that he wanted you as his girlfriend.

— For you to be this sensitive to sound… You know you’d end up making trouble for him if you went to one of his lives.

— So at first you make excuses.

— You tell him you have appointments or work on the days and time BAE have their lives.

— You feel bad for lying to him like this, but you just don’t know how to tell him.

— What if he thinks you’re stupid? What if he gets tired of you? What if he leaves you and hates you?

— These are the thoughts racing through your muddled mind as you stare at your laptop’s screen, waiting for the site where you watch all of Hajun’s stage concerts to load.

— It is strange, it’s not working… Perhaps the connexion’s just bad?

— While you’re immersed in your own tribulations, you suddenly hear the front door opening, making you jump and stand up straight.

— “Well, well, well, what is my princess doing here? Didn't she have work today?”

— “H-hajun… Didn’t you have a performance now?” You manage, averting your eyes from his vermillion ones. In the mischief shining through his sharp eyes, you know you’ve been set up.

— “I… I’m… I’m sorry…” You finally mumble, head lowered.

— A slender finger hooks under your chin.

— “Don’t look away from me, sweetheart.” He whispers, in the dimly lit space between. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

— And in that moment, you see your own fear reflected in his eyes.

— The fear of abandonment, of being left behind, not loved or needed anymore.

— “I’m very sensitive to sounds, especially loud ones. So coming to see you live is impossible for me. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Your voice breaks a little, your vision becoming blurry with tears.

— “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be with someone as weak as me, so I-“

— Your words are cut off the moment your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you.

— “Don’t. Don’t say it. Because that will never happen. You’re not weak, dear. And I’d never ever think of not being with you.” Hajun’s own voice falters, his hold on you tightening. “I knew there was something going on. I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”

— After that, you never need to come up with more alibis to justify your absence.

— Your lover gets you the best (and most expensive too, probably) iPad and headset ever, so you can comfortably follow BAE’s lives from home.

— And of course, when he gets back home, he gives you plenty of affection (and teasing too). But that is a story just you and him are privy to, and is reserved for another day.

ଓ ANNE FAULKNER

— Anne is quite emotionally perceptive, so they pick up on the fact that something about physically going to live shows affects you.

— You hadn’t planned on letting them know so soon, but honestly, who can resist Anne’s comforting and kind aura?

— So you explain, how the loud music of the stage feels a hundredfold louder inside your head, to the point where it even… scares you.

— That being the same reason you don’t usually show up at CANDY Club either.

— Your partner understands, hazel eyes taking you in with tenderness.

— They sit next to you on the living room’s couch, arms wrapped around you. The scent of your lover’s perfume was too strong to some, but to you, it’s the known comfort of a hypnotizing field of poppies.

— “[Y/n]”. Anne calls. “What’s worrying you, hun?” Their hands trace soothing patterns along your back, the motions easing the heaviness of your heart, if only a little.

— You let out a sigh, shoulders sagging as you exhale some pressure out of you.

— “I feel bad, Anne… Because, well, you’re such a good partner, but I can never come to your lives or to the club you work at.”

— Their loving gaze is trained on you, head slightly tilted to the side. An invitation to go on. The promise to be by your side, no matter what.

— “My hearing… well, it’s above the usual, so i’m extremely sensitive to sound. For me to be in a space with loud music… It’s practically impossible. That is why I can never be at concerts to cheer you on. But I promise, I follow every single one of them from home, and you’re always stunning when you’re up there, Anne.”

— They smile, knowingly.

— “Why didn’t you say so sooner, baby?” BAE’s fashion icon asks, leaving an outline of vibrant lipstick when they kiss your cheek.

— “Please, never feel guilty or bad because of this. I love you more than anything, and that will never change.” They finish, eyes framed in fuchsia earnest when they meet yours.

— “But aaghh! I missed so many chances to do your makeup and hair! You’re following the lives anyway, no matter if it’s from home, so that calls for a cute outfit and eyeliner to match!

— Airy laughter fills the room. With Anne, there was no way negative emotions could ever get to you.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

— At first, he’s hurt.

— Why is it that you never come to see him and his brother perform?

— Are you just another rich brat? Are you looking down on them? Do you not support the one thing that sheds a little light in his life?

— And you are hurt too.

— Because you’d want nothing more than to be there, cheering him on, your smile, the first thing he sees when he looks at the audience.

— And then he realizes. It’s not that you don’t want. Rather, that you can’t.

— It only takes a thunderstorm for him to notice.

— You had always been skittish when you spent nights at his apartment and a train passed by, the tracks shaking and rattling.

— But this… You are trembling.

— “Hey, it’s just a storm, we’ll be safe in here.” Kanata tries, watching you bundled beneath the blanket you two shared when you slept with him.

— Your hold on the cloth tightens.

— “I-it’s not that, Kanata… I-it’s so loud, too loud… My head feels like it’ll split…”

— Oh.

— So it’s loud sounds you can’t handle.

— Thinking back on it, it is true you always turned the volume down when you two shared earphones, or asked him to do the same thing every time he showed you a new song.

— So that is why…

— Kanata’s arms wrap around you, pulling you up in a sitting position, nuzzled against his chest.

— The softness and warmth of both the blanket and his embrace engulf you. Like this, the storm feels a little more faraway.

— “I’ll protect you, [Y/n]. This is why you could never make it to our stage performances, isn’t it?” Your boyfriend inquires, his tone soft, uncharacteristically so, barely above a whisper.

— You nod, covering your ears as another thunderbolt besieges the slums.

— “Shhh, it’s all good, I’m here, [Y/n]. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

— “Kanata…” You utter, tone shaky.

— His eyes widen the moment he sees a sheen of starlit tears on your lashline.

— “Oi, what’s wrong??” Your lover asks, clenching his jaw.

— “I’m sorry… You and Nayuta work so hard and I can never see you live… I always, always watch from home, but I’m sorry I’ve hurt you because I can’t really be there…”

— “Silly.” Kanata cuts you off, with a smile that’s a bit sad, but still ethereal. “You don’t have to apologize. I want you to be safe, even if that means you can’t come to stage battles because it’s too noisy in there.”

— He holds you a little tighter, slipping over your ears the headphones he uses when he’s writing songs.

— The storm quiets down, and his arms keep you safe.

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

— He thinks it’s cool you have that hearing hypersensitivity.

— For two main reasons: you always seem to pick up on steps approaching whenever bad guys are around; and because, similarly to Allen, he finds it so amazing how you can discern so many different notes in music.

— Also, because whenever you two spend time on the rooftop, Nayuta loves the way you seem to hear the wind, how you say it carries songs, different feelings relied depending on the color of the sky he always loved to look at.

— Even so, he’s not as fond of the sad smile you offer him every time he has a stage battle.

— Because you both know, it’s impossible for you to be able to go.

— But to Nayuta, the effort you make to support Cozmez even when you can’t be present speaks volumes.

— You’ve invested in a phone good enough to be able to reproduce audio and video in high quality, so that, no matter when or where, you can watch and support them from afar.

— Nayuta is very passionate about music, so don’t be surprised if he asks you to be the first one to listen to his and his brother’s music and ask you for your honest opinion.

— Your boyfriend is quite calm and detached, that quality being a point in your favor.

— You smile to yourself, he reminds you a little of a cat sometimes; he takes naps in unlikely places, likes to hang around the quiet of a building that feels closer to the sky than to the grey dull concrete, and has fluffy hair.

— You love running your hands through it when the sounds of daily life overwhelm you, it calms you down.

— In the same way, when the intense cacophony of sounds seems to be at war in your mind, Nayuta’s heartbeat manages to relax you every single time.

— The sky overhead is filled with stars that remind you of the color of his eyes.

— There is no moon on the indigo expanse above, and yet, that’s alright.

— You don’t need it, not when your brightest star holds you so gently.

— Your real star, this time. Every beat of his heart, a reassurance of it.

— The sofa placed on the high building’s rooftop is dusty, but neither of you care.

— You are together in this moment, a sea of constellations singing their silent love song for you.

— The world is at peace, the quiet only wrinkled by your call of his name.

— “Nayuta?” You utter, eyes fluttering open, just him and the stars mirrored in them.

— “Hm?”

— “Thank you.” You smile, one of your hands fleetingly caressing his cheek.

— His answer comes in the form of a smile, the sliver of moon missing from the sky above.

— The world is quiet and you are with him.

— In the starlight, the silence of the hour dances with his heart.

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paixarina · 1 year

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CASE 143

✧. ┊BAE x GN!Reader

✧. ┊SUMMARY: When BAE falls in love with you.

✧. ┊CONTENT: Fluff.

“Why do I keep getting attracted, I'm drawn to you like a magnet.”

≡;- ꒰ ALLEN SUGASANO ꒱

✦.* — When Allen falls in love, he would feel awkward about it. He himself is already a socially awkward person in the first place and his love are mostly dedicated to hip-hop only. So, when he feels attracted to you, he would unable to speak to show his feeling. He would also feel love-struck too, overwhelmed by his own feeling.

✦.* — Therefore, Allen decided to write an entire letter full of his feeling about how much he loves you, except he worded it with lots of exclamations and some typos that you cannot comprehend it, much of your second hand embarrassment.

✦.* — You decide to meet him face-to-face in the hip-hop record store, the place where Allen usually hangs around there with Kanata. But this time, Allen was alone there, not because Kanata didn't want to go with him, but because Allen purposely went earlier to there, so he can confess to you to become his soulmate. When he tried to confess you, he would do it awkwardly with a blush on his face, much of your confusion.

✦.* — Even his confession is hilariously embarrassing, just like his own letter that he wrote and sent to you, you still accept him wholeheartedly and believe that he could be a great boyfriend to you who will shower you with love and affection.

“You're my one and only hip-hop soulmate of my life. I hope we can talk more about hip-hop. Would you like it?”

≡;- ꒰ YEON HAJUN ꒱

✦.* — It's quite hard to tell how Hajun looks like when he's in love. However, a little blush on his face could tell that he has a feeling to you. Still, he feels indifferent to his feeling since he likes to hide under his mysterious persona, which makes you curious to know about him.

✦.* — When you stare at him, he will stare at you back and smiles at you gently. Still, you're not sure if the smile on his face is a gentle smile or it's just to mask his own feeling. “Hajun, it's fine if you want to talk to me, feel free to talk with me. I would listen to what do you want to say.” Unfortunately, he completely ignores your suggestion as you said that, much of your frustration. You sighed in disappointment and assume that he doesn't like being open to his own feeling to you that much and feared that he actually didn't love you back.

✦.* — Turns out, Hajun tend to suppress his feeling, hence why he doesn't want to make it obvious that he's in love with you. When you asked him hesitantly about his feeling and thought that he wouldn't love you because he keeps ignoring you, he just chuckled. “No, I actually fall in love with you, but I feel indifferent to it, since I didn't receive one from when I was a little.” You feel relieved after hearing that and asked him. “So, you probably just can not express your emotion openly?” He nodded slowly.

✦.* — “That doesn't mean you didn't love me right?” You asked him again nervously. He chuckled, “Of course not, why would I do that to you?” He said that as he slowly approaches you and holds your chin gently while rubbing your lips softly with a smile on his face. Then, he stares at you and slightly goes to whispers to your ears, confessing his feeling, which make your heart can't stop beating nervously. After he did that, you nodded nervously while he shows his signature smile as usual. You feel stunned and unable to speak one word but instead, thinks about what he confess to your ears.

“I know you're just an ordinary person, but you seem special to me and my heart. So, would you like to receive my feeling, love?”

≡;- ꒰ ANNE FAULKNER ꒱

✦.* — Anne will be honest with their feelings when they feel drawn to someone like you. However, they choose to keep their feeling in their heart because they feel not ready to express it. Anne thinks love takes time to receive it and they cannot reveal it way too soon. They want to reveal their feelings if they have a right time to do it.

✦.* — Anne would try to know you more first, such like talking, sharing stuffs, doing something together like shopping while trying to flirt with you a little bit. They will also try bonding with you together, such like doing mix and match clothing and understanding each other's interests.

✦.* — As time passed by, Anne finally tried to confesses you. When they approached you, they will placed their palm against the wall while staring at you dearly. Basically, Anne would give you a kabedon but in a gentle way. “I have something to confess to you.” They asked. You feel stunned, wondering what would Anne want to said to you. You nervously gulped, as they keep staring at you for a long time.

✦.* — “Would you be my love~?” You feel intrigued, while Anne looks at you with a warm smile. You nodded slowly, as they gently grabbed your shoulders and softly kissed you on your cheeks. After that, you caressed one of your own cheeks, with their own lipstick mark on it. You gazed at Anne, who smiled at you and gently wipes away the lipstick mark with their thumb. Then, Anne whispers another question to you.

“So, are we officially become a couple now, sweetheart~?”

#paradox live #paralive #pararai #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #paradox live x reader #paralive x reader #bae paradox live #allen sugasano #sugasano allen #yeon hajun #hajun yeon #anne faulkner #sorry for not posting much here. i have writing block. HUGE writing block lol #thank you skz for freeing me from writing block with one of your song teehee <3 #this looks embarrassing to me ngl...#forgot to mention i have a new template for my fic now :3 #🌸 ;; vanie writes

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seasidefallenangel · 4 months

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everything i wanted

notes: anne faulkner x afab reader, implied gender dysphoria + self deprecation

“You’ve been out here for a while.” You don’t bother turning around, knowing that Anne can already suspect something is up. The celebration of BAE’s win carries on inside the penthouse as the muffled music echoes outside on the balcony where you two are. You should humor your partner with some sort of response, maybe a joke, but can’t find it within your brain to even digest their words. The acid in your stomach claws its way up your throat as they sit next to you while you’re staring aimlessly into the night sky.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” Their voice asks, quieter than when they first came outside. As much as you love their voice, tonight it reverberates through your skull and becomes dangerously close to giving you a headache. It fills you with guilt - because you’ve been keeping something from the person who you can trust the most, who would understand this situation more than anyone.

It started when VISTY had shown up after being invited by Anne themselves. The four of them had been relatively vocal about their admiration for BAE, the most prominent being Aoi’s adoration towards Anne. The two of them had spent what seemed like forever talking, with Aoi saying that Anne had inspired them to be their true self. Anne had nearly gotten teary-eyed at being such an inspirational role model for the teen and proceeded to nearly smother Aoi to death in a hug afterward. Something about it made you sick and you had silently dismissed yourself from the situation.

Which led to now.

Perceptive as ever, Anne begins to speak once more, “There’s nothing to be jealous of. Aoi is way too young for me - it was more of a sibling thing.”

Your head quickly turns to them as you wave your hands to deny the accusation. It wasn’t a romantic thing ; Anne is loyal to a fault and there’s no chance you’d ever suspect them having feelings for Aoi other than purely platonic.

“God, no. I didn’t even think of that. It’s more cute than anything else. Aoi’s a sweetheart,” you defend and sigh out after. “It’s moreso…”

You trail off with a sinking feeling in your heart. Half the issue stems from the fact that you don’t even understand why your brain is in such turmoil to begin with. Your nails dig against the fabric of your pants and for a moment you swear you can feel blood bubbling from underneath them. Even with the hoarseness in your voice, you manage to say something else to Anne.

“... How did you know when you weren’t a boy?” You can see the way Anne stiffens from the corner of your eye and there’s a moment where you’re scared that you’ve fucked everything up again. Something in the air feels rancid and you have half a mind to just bolt from the balcony, but your fears are softened ever so slightly when Anne answers your question.

“I sort of always knew - in my heart at least,” they say solemnly, looking out up at the moon shining. “I liked things I shouldn’t, and disliked the ones I was supposed to love. Every time I saw a girl I assumed I had a crush on her, but I didn’t understand that I wished I looked like her instead.”

Leaning back in their chair, Anne turns to you. “But I didn’t feel like a girl, and I didn’t feel like a boy. I barely even felt human sometimes, and it’s not like my mom helped at all. But I like myself the way I am now, and that’s what matters.”

They smile softly when you turn your head to meet their gaze, and their hand reaches out to hold your own, squeezing gently. It’s comforting in one way and foreign in another, almost as if you don’t deserve to touch someone like Anne.

“I like you the way you are too,” you murmur with your own smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, but you hope it reassures Anne regardless. As expected though, it doesn’t, and they shift ever so closer to you in hopes it’ll bring you comfort. “Why did you wanna know? I don’t mind telling you or anything, but it’s a little random for you to bring it up so suddenly,” they speak slowly. It reminds you of someone trying not to scare off an animal and it seems so fitting. You, something primal and feral, a beast chained down in your heart that you’re trying to suppress to the world in hopes it’ll be satiated on its own instead of ripping apart everything you hold dear.

“Every time I look in a mirror,” you start with a shaky voice, “I see a girl who shouldn’t be there. I hate her for being alive, but she’s so deeply tied to me that I could never let her go.” It’s exactly why you took the mirrors out of your room, and why you rush out of the bathroom after a shower ; so you don’t have to see the painfully female body you’re attached to. Anne nods along next to you, hesitant to say their next words, “... You don’t feel like a girl?” It hurts so badly to hear out loud even though you’ve known it forever. You know Anne is the last person on earth to judge you for something like this so you don’t know why it’s so hard to admit to them.

“I guess, yeah, but it doesn’t work that way. I can’t just stop being a girl, you know? It’s wrong,” you begin to explain, but quickly backtrack when you see the hurt flash across Anne’s eyes and their hand slip out of yours. The implication of your words is horrible and causes you to wince at yet another thing you’ve messed up. Your hand reaches for theirs again, hoping they won’t pull away, “Not you! You and Aoi - I’m happy you guys figured it out and that you have someone who sort of understands, you know? I mean me specifically, I can’t be trans.” “Why?” Anne’s jaw steels as they speak and part of you is terrified that they’ll just leave altogether at your messily squished together sentences. You wouldn’t blame them either, given how this is a core part of their trauma and identity.

“I, well,” there’s a heat on your face now - humiliation, most likely - while you stammer out an answer, “I’m just not allowed to be. I don’t deserve to be.” Confusion overtakes their face and you try to save face once more, “Just like, you’ve been through a lot to figure that out you know? And sometimes I do like a few girly things so maybe it’s just me and I shouldn’t be able to say I’m non-binary if I’m okay with that cause it’s insulting. I’m probably overreacting anyway cause I’m very obviously a girl so -” You’re cut off by Anne’s thumb wiping a tear that’s begun to slide down your cheek, one you didn’t even register being there at all. Their face looks pained, and you’d do anything in the world to never have to see that expression again. All you can offer is a whisper of, “Sorry,” and let the shame course through your body.

Shaking their head, Anne pulls you into a hug, letting you rest your head on their shoulder while your tears drip onto their skin. You feel pathetic crying over something like this, because was it even that big of a deal?

“Don’t be sorry, dear,” they hum into your ear, holding you tighter when you choke back a sob, “You’re allowed to feel how you want, and be what you want. There’s no right or wrong when it comes to this sort of thing. You ‘deserve’ what makes you happy. Why would you ever think otherwise?”

But you don’t have an answer for them. You can’t explain the inherent guilt you have for simply being alive and the need to justify your existence to someone, to anyone who will listen.

Even so, Anne provides a sense of stability even when it’s hard to grasp your own sense of self. You could know tomorrow, or you could never figure it out, and they would still be there just as they are now to walk by your side - and as long as you had them, surely the rest would come easy.

very personal piece about my own issues with struggling with my gender for nearly 9 years, and the things i can't explain about it. thank you for reading.

#anne faulkner x reader #paralive x reader #paralive scenarios #paradox live x reader #paralive imagines

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selenemoonlite · 3 months

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hii it's been a while hehe can I request nsfw headcanons for bae (separately) with a soft chubby mc~, maybe in a situation where she offers to cuddle them while they put their head in her lap or on her chest while she caresses their heads but the situation progresses to something more /u\ .... that would be all but if you want you can use another situation don't worry, thank you and have a good day! ^u^

┈➤ greetings! Sure lovely, this is an interesting prompt, thank you for requesting!

┈➤ Allen Sugasano

Allen isn't the clingy type, slightly blushes over the feeling of your body squished against him is a tempting moment where he can scoop your body onto his arms. Don't worry, Allen has his strength to hold you so

He reassures you that your size doesn't matter to him, what matters to him the most is that you're too close to him that perhaps this kinda closure isn't something he didn't anticipate at all

He tries to calm himself down while looking at your features, boy it's something he gulps nervously. Poor guy

There are times when he asks you to lie down over than being pressed over his chest. You're absent-minded and nod over his request.

A little foreplay of where Allen engages the mood, now he didn't think of which part he can place a mark on by how your body is a distraction towards the fiery phoenix.

Gentle kisses trailing over your lips, nibbling, licking your skin. Allen prays he had never done this bold to someone he sees such admiration. But that doesn't matter to him

His favorite part is to get his foreplay on, turning you on by biting your thick thighs and going lower on you. Lowkey he is a "thick thighs save lives" type of guy

Allen didn't mind where this went, however, he sure felt his stomach swirling around as he kept teasing your body

"Fuck this, can I go into you?"

┈➤ Anne Faulkner

They would go all on with you, positively. The type to praise your body as you're laying onto their lap with such adoration Anne could've imagine

Them caressing your sensitive parts makes you feel ticklish, cause Anne isn't going to go straightforward with you unless they'll do their best to make you feel comfortable

"(Y/n), you know I always love this..."

They whispered to you, that Anne has something mischievous to pry on. Don't worry, they promised to keep things slow. But, you assured yourself this is Anne Faulkner after all.

They love kissing you all over, even the passionate and deepest kiss you can ever ask for. Anne is the epitome of all intimate encounters. But, of course, when it comes to you they'll give their all and all you ever wanted from them.

Anne teases your body and they pinch it thinking you're adorable. You shivering under their might to place hickeys whatever they could

If Anne were to know your spots, their favorites are neck, shoulders, ear, and down to your chest which they love to fondle.

You cannot process this situation that elevates to where you were only laying down their lap

But this is heaven for you, don't deny

Their fingers traveling to whatever skin they could touch.

"Something to cherish, give me your loveliest soul, baby..."

┈➤ Hajun Yeon

You'd be surprised Hajun can only be affectionate when the two of you are alone

He gives the best stimulation after minutes of silence enjoying your company. Hajun was having naughty thoughts about placing you on his lap, you were worried that he couldn't handle your size

Hajun didn't complain, his core strengths from going to the gym anyway makes him feel needed and the responsibility to carry you with all his might

Hand kisses are the first thing he can take the initiative, and you know how much of a gentleman he can be to take the first engaging move right now

This, of course, made you nervous as Hajun's unpredictable moves could make any girl swoon over. He knows your weaknesses, whispering under your ear with sweet nothings, even dirty talking could suffice that body of yours to react as if melting away from his grasp

He bites your earlobe while he explores your body underneath his fingertips. You huffed a bit and told him your insecurity. But that didn't stop him, no

Hajun loves to plant kisses on your neck, his soft lips could send you from heaven yet at the same time committing sins

Master of foreplay, he loves teasing you in any way he can. It's so ecstasy to the point you can just submit yourself to him. Probably, this is a sign of his sadistic nature to you

There are times when he takes control, you can't comply with his touch

Kisses everywhere while at the same time as lavishing you with his tongue and pampering smooches on your body

"See what we're doing, (Y/n)? No worries, only this body can make me feel needed right now..."

#lunaticcreatives =͟͟͞⚝#paradox live #anime and manga #paradox live the animation #paralive #pararai #elise answers #eliseasks #lunatichcs ⋆｡° ✮#hajun yeon #paradox live anne faulkner #anne faulkner #paradox live allen sugasano #allen sugasano #looniesuggestives 𓁹‿𓁹

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lovelyangelxxx · 10 months

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if possible i would like to order some hdcs for bae ^^ with a mc fem who has tactile hypersensitivity so physical contact is very difficult for her :'^ but if she touches the same person or object multiple times she may get used to it over time ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა that would be~ thank you very much for the blog ^^)/

metanoia | paradox live bae x fem reader

metanoia; (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life.

→ how they react with a hypersensitive partner

→ fluff, g/n reader

→ allen sugasano, yeon hajun, anne faulkner

~ hii, thank you so much for requesting! i hope i understood the prompt well enough to create something to your liking :))

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allen sugasano ♡

~ in the beginning of your relationship, allen was shocked when he first saw you retract from his touch. he immediately asked if he had done something wrong, but you silently shook your head. you quietly explained your hypersensitivity to him. he silently nodded and patiently waited until you finished. he gently smiled and explained that he’s completely willing to take it slow with you and will be supporting you every step of the way. he promises to always be considerate and patient, and vows to always love you. in his eyes, you’re perfect, angelic, precious, and someone he will unfailingly devote himself to.

yeon hajun ♡

~ from the start even before you started dating, he noticed your hypersensitivity before you got the chance to tell him. he’s extremely aware of how you feel and pays close attention to your mannerisms. he eventually confronts you about it and you explain the situation to him. he smiled and reassured you that he will do his best to help you and that the relationship between you won’t change. after a while, you become more comfortable with his touch, however he will still ask if you’re okay. there are times when you back away from his touch, but hajun is always patient and willing to work with the woman he loves, trusts, and adores.

anne faulkner ♡

~ anne cares for those closest to them and will put others above themself, so when anne finds out about your hypersensitivity, they’re initially worried and extremely cautious around you. however you reassure anne that over time you will become used to their touch. it takes a while for both of you to overcome these obstacles, but anne continues to be supportive and cheerful, always making sure you’re not pushing yourself too hard. anne waits patiently for you to become comfortable and when you first kissed anne, they were so happy their eyesight went hazy and they went starry-eyed. anne definitely believed that it was worth the wait.

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welcometothedopeworld · 4 months

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I "Hate" Fashion ~ *Anne Faulkner*

Summary: You're way behind in your fashion design work and Anne wants to help. However, they help you in a much bigger way than you anticipated...

Pairing: Anne Faulkner er X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 849

Warning: Anne uses they/them pronouns

Masterlist

“This is dumb.”

“It’s ironic, that’s what it is.” Anne chuckled, as they looked over your shoulder at the work you spread out on the table. “Either way, I think it still looks cute.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands, trying not to look at the simple graphic tee-shirt with the words "I "Hate" Fashion" printed on it.

“At least you’re having fun with my misery.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to make light of a tough situation.” They shot back. “It’s not my fault your boss gave you such a tough deadline.”

“And if I don’t meet it, I’ll be sacked.” You shudder at the thought before looking over all of your designs and fabric swatches. “Hand me those scissors. I need to finish all of these designs before tomorrow.”

They grabbed them but paused before handing them over. “You’re not going to cut up that shirt, right? Because I think it’s hilarious.”

You roll your eyes. “It was a hate project I threw together because of this ridiculous deadline.”

“Still. I like it.”

“Fine! I won’t cut it up!” You huff before leaning back in your seat and rubbing your eyes. “Now will you hand me the scissors already?”

Finally you had the scissors in your hand and you began cutting out patterns. This was not how you wanted to spend your night with Anne and the rest of BAE. But your boss had moved design critiques up to tomorrow. Since you didn’t have all of your designs done, you were scrambling to finish in time. Anne assured you it was totally okay to be working while you were supposed to be hanging out, but you still felt bad.

The worst part was how boring this round of designs was. You went into fashion to be creative and have fun. It didn’t help that your boss took everything seriously and you never seemed to make anything he liked. That’s why you made the “I "Hate" Fashion” shirt. It was fun, unique, and cute! But you didn't think your boss would like it…

Then again... when did you start caring what your boss thought?

You perked up at the thought before dropping the scissors and picking up your pencil instead. Inspiration struck and now you needed to get everything on paper before translating it onto fabric.

Anne noticed your furious sketching and chuckled. "What are you doing? You have a deadline coming up. You shouldn't be screwing around."

“Now is exactly the time to be screwing around!” You informed them.

They tried to look over your shoulder but you denied them a peak until you were finished with five new designs. When you presented the sketches to them, they lit up. "Now this! This is fashion! You have to make these!"

You twirled the scissors around on one finger, causing them to duck for cover. “What do you think I'm doing?”

“I think you need to stop playing with scissors.”

You gave a small, fake pout before setting them down. “Alright. Now, hand me that bolt of satin over there.”

When they handed it over, you unwound it and draped it over your body. “How do I look?”

“Like a crazy person.”

You giggled. “I know! Now you try!”

They laughed and took a half-finished skirt to slip over their head so it rested on their shoulders. They laughed harder as they twirled around the kitchen. “Now this is what I call high fashion.”

"Exactly! Turn on some music and help me get these designs done!" You exclaimed before cutting into the satin still draped over your body.

While the two of you worked on your new designs, Anne played dress up with your half-finished projects with you. You also took plenty of candid shots of the two of you having fun dancing and wearing different fabrics in different styles. Allen and Hajun thought the two of you were crazy, but neither of you cared. Instead, you fell back in love with your passion for fashion. This is why you wanted to be a designer in the first place. You never felt happier than in this moment.

The two of you crashed three hours later, laying in a pile of fabrics and patterns on the floor of the kitchen. You weren’t sure if it was all the caffeine or the fact you were so sleep-deprived, but you couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun.

"You know," They whispered in the silence of the early morning. "I think this is your best collection yet."

"It's only five pieces. It's not a collection."

They giggled. "No, but it could be. All you have to do is design more."

"I can do that." You shrug.

"I know you can." They assured you as they turned to smile at you. "Because you've got that look in your eye that you had when you first started this career path. I'm glad you got it back."

Smiling back at them, you take their hand in yours. "And it's all thanks to you, Anne."

"I'm glad I could be your inspiration."

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moonartemisia · 5 months

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✧.* HOMEBDY || Hajun Yeon × OC

SYNOPSIS: Starting to question where their bond lies... hitting on their private room inside the club without no one is looking. Their friends and fans might be suspicious of the two of you getting comfortable with each other. Away from the noisy rave, the breath of intoxicating cigarettes, people drinking and chattering; what's left between the tension folds? "What are we?" Is the question to this desirable feeling of uncertainty that you wish to fade... Tags: drugs, fwb, situationships, mentions of alcohol, foreplay, rough sex, semi-bondage, mutual stimulation, edging, one-night stand turned sneaky link, drama, psychological matters, familial issues notes: no beta reads! This is a oc × canon story, dark contents will be present in this prompt by the following tags, and korean or any foreign words in the story. Based on the song "HOMEBDY" by DEMÍ ft. slimedemidemislime & Madman Stan

╰┈➤ i. Talk the Talk ✧.*

A hefty rain poured the dim night, and the city neon lights glimmered along the corner street alleyways of Roppongi. Around those tall buildings, the busy crowd of people walking at 10 pm — between two stores where a club was held "Razzle Dazzle Bar". An opening reservation of VIPs and regular customers come to attend this certain rave inside, this known club is home to one of Japan's most popular hip-hop groups performing among others.

Cheering, the clanks of shaking ice in their glasses; sipping alcohol. A fog of smoking cigarettes filled the area as the loud music pounded the dancing herd of raving people at the center of the dance floor. They lost their minds over the beat of the EDM drums the DJ played going wild. As if the music trampled their minds over their dignity releasing all the freedom they can do once in a while.

Different groups sitting in different seats, different people in different places where they can drink, smoke, chatter, some have their ways to sneak into weed, beans, and damn inhaling whatever illegal substances under their pockets without getting caught — a Sabbath party full of people you'll meet at a typical club. Not technically. Lastly, it's no surprise of common hookups here and there. A room was made for special hookups in this particular bar.

Inside this crazy world, a trio where present at their usual spot talking to a bunch of fans who recognized them as having a good time rambling about random stuff. Entertaining them delighted by how popular they are in Japan's hip-hop industry.

"Ah, B.A.E. is so cool! I've been a fan! This is such an opportunity to talk to you, Suzaku!"

In his manner to greet his fans, a boy around 20 years old humbly thanked them, his hand scratching the back of his hair. Giddy at his overwhelming happiness complimenting him, the boy chuckled.

"It's no big deal, the B.A.E. are trying to make good music for everyone. Please to meet you, I'm happy you love our songs."

"Hey, Allen! More drinks to clunk in!"

"Of course, Anne... geez!"

The boy walked back towards their special seat where he heaved a relieved sigh. Grinning at them, one of his members was also busy chatting with their guests and fans.

"Don't drink too much, Hajun... you know you'll get the reactions at this time later."

A clink of glass echoed the crowdy noise, bringing his hand down away from his lips.

"I know how to take my alcohol intake. Don't lecture me like a child."

A smooth peeved of his lips coiled a thin line — his eyes intently viewed through his pink neon glasses meeting the other's gaze. As they chuckled, sitting down with their legs crossed.

"Man, I'm only being sarcastic! This night was the best!"

Flipping their long red strands fabulously with a sip of whiskey on the side.

B.A.E.'s members; Allen Sugasano, Anne Faulkner, and Hajun Yeon gathered the night's sensational performance. They never expected to exceed far, but as they know what they stand defining their music with passion the trio embodies confident upbeat. They are one of Japan's popular hip-hop groups representing unique songs without limiting their ability, of who they are; self-expression is the key to their moving success.

"Right, but we are ahead, humbly speaking we have to keep our heads low. I mean — "

"Come on, Allen... don't sugarcoat you enjoy this recognition you wanted."

Anne chided as they grinned at Allen. Meanwhile, the Phoenix Rapper took a seat at the center of his members.

"Now the time, I cheer to us for this wonderful night performance!"

With a toast of their drinks in hand, the trio clunked their glasses shouting their congratulatory greetings in all relieving glee on their faces. Anne pumped up high, Allen in his wide gaping smile, and Hajun... Hajun maintained his calm composure sharing his toast with the two.

"Man, I hope this night is endless... we should party more!"

"Anne, remember don't be so reckless at nights like this... you'll get the reactions." Hajun confided taking his whiskey drink in his left hand a sip before putting it down back at the glass table. Spatting the same lecture as Anne did.

"Right, but it won't be a hassle? Come Allen—"

They dragged the young rapper onto their hands bringing him onto the dance floor along with other people dancing at the centre of. It left Hajun alone to sit by — guarding their spots and drinks aside, he shook his head. He thinks about what kind of friends he has gone wild over gaining recognition, but he certainly enjoys how Allen and Anne are serving their time in this bar.

Although, Hajun is always acquainted with such parties, watching other hip-hop groups perform live here. He shows a distinct approach to anyone he sees. Relatively enough to distance himself, since he partakes in no social connections, unlike Allen and Anne. He, on the other hand, has much regard for his friends or what could be...colleagues he thinks.

It's so keen to think this blonde rapper underneath his charming smile has a side they don't know for certain. He is mysterious behind the mask to unveil.

Whilst the duo danced and cheered all night, Hajun couldn't care less. He sits there only to watch his precious ones enjoy the night of their own — he has his own... But not at this moment to rejoice. It doesn't feel like he is into it at all. The mood is loud compared to what the Korean rapper anticipates. This gave him a silent sigh watching the duo intently along with the crowd joining them to dance.

"Oh, I didn't see you here, Hajun."

His ear perked up, hearing his name from the noisy background of the playing EDM music banging his consciousness. Hajun turned his head to see a familiar figure, standing across from where he sat. A person in all black, merely resembling a gothic chic look. The tight black blazer underneath is probably a simple strapless tube to keep her modest in all forms. A tight black pencil-cut skirt with matching fishnet stockings and boots to compliment the blackening aura. Those striking hairdo of her thick black hair — a hime cut, that has both of her ends in all white highlights. Lastly, her mask concealed her face only showing her glimmering blue eyes facing Hajun's red-pink pupils on lock, blinking.

"Mind if I sit here? I see Allen and Anne were partying wild as ever."

"Letitia... You surprised me. How's your flight from Manila?"

"It went well, though I must say flight allegations were true in my country's customs... The service lacked my expectations there."

"I see, I haven't been there in your country as much as I want to visit. Glad to see you here again, Tish."

The girl beside Hajun took Allen's sit next to his. She reveals her face to show Hajun — not common for him to see her take off her mask. Casually he sips another drink of whiskey. It's been a long time since this girl throughout the industry Hajun met. He seems to have internal affairs with her. Slowly she puts her mask inside her blazer's pocket, her complexion is fair — her dark red plumped lips accessorized with a piercing on showed smiling in Hajun's direction.

"I heard your new release track before your flight. It has already gotten viral." Hajun commented as he looked at her.

"Impressed?"

"Not quite, you haven't seen the rest we had in mind for B.A.E. but — "

Pausing for a while though, Letitia is pleased to hear. Hajun is rather cunning so that statement is not a surprise for her to predict. Nonetheless, she can tell the Korean rapper is impressed by the track he heard of. Letitia curled a smiley giggle from him.

"Oh? I'm not in competition with you guys. Very well, any critics to say, Hajun-nim?"

Hajun slightly gave a turn on her hearing the honorific, how sarcastic of her to pull him that way.

"Overall, you still need more than you can get to impress me. Though, I must say..."

"Liar, tell me it's good."

Hajun scoffed at Letitia's remark. This girl knows how to dig into his skin.

"Yes, however, you being in a solo career away from this kind of battle I have with Allen and Anne to deal with is not fair."

"That's because I wasn't invited to, you were chosen so be it, Hajun-ssi," Letitia spoke looking at Allen and Anne already approaching their way back to their respective seats. Allen was completely off guard as to who he met before his eyes. He froze for a bit seeing Letitia take his seat.

"Ah— hey! Wait—! Letitia? You came back!?"

"Yes, sir~ in the house!"

Allen rushed in to give her a hug from his seat, and immediately Letitia stood up. Finally, Allen was excited to see his long-time friend again here in Razzle Dazzle.

"Sorry, I occupied your space. I was talking to Hajun for a moment."

"Don't be! Take my seat!"

His fiery phoenix enthused her excuses, he didn't mind at all. The delighted presence of her beamed the young rapper to let her sit down for more. Anne chuckled as they went back to theirs, Allen only assisted to sitting at Hajun's which he isnt pleased to give in a space.

"Lucky Filipina, how's vacation back there in your country?" Anne asked her.

"Usual, but I posted my new track before taking my flight back here. I saw your tweets that you three are hanging out in this spot. So, here I am."

"Glad to see you back! Ah, I'm curious since you've been back and forth to come here. It must be a nuisance for you."

"Oh no, it's only three hours to take. It's just the flight that is... Umm, stressful." Letitia slyly said as Anne leaned over a hand placed on their chin listening. Oddly how B.A.E. knows her — Letitia Heidi, the rapper, Filipino, who is a solo freelance artist at 20. Now based in Japan solely focusing on creating a name outside of her country. She is learning to live independently and figure things out. How does B.A.E. even meet her in the first place?

Letitia kicks back in when she stayed in Japan for a couple of months, her previous tracks that she records from her family's agency surfaced internationally. But caters to her Japanese fans more, which opted for her to plan a flight there. Her songs consist of daring tunes that establish herself within her soul self. Talking about embracing what you have deeply — more like a spiritual connection to meet yourself. Plus, self-confidence which Allen was astounded by her motif of music. Similar to his music style. A talented multilingual rapper known for her rapping styles switching from different languages in speed. Aside from rapping, her passion is mainly dancing. The app has a separate account for that. Letitia often shows up with a mask on her face to conceal her identity, a private matter. She isn't fond of meddling with her artist status to her fans. She does entertain them sometimes. Long story short, Allen was the first person to recognize her, specifically here in this bar. And that's when she and B.A.E. have an inner social circle together.

It's a good thing... I came back...

"Lemme hear the song you posted. Is it on your usual platform?" Anne quipped to check their phone from the bag beside them while they pipe up their cigarette in hand.

"Of course, Anne. Take your time!"

"You fucking kidding me? Already viral!? At what time did you post your new song?"

"Umm, about hours ago?"

Allen couldn't hold his bearing shock looking through his phone— showing Letitia's numbers on the track so far. Through his screen, amazed by the rocketing views.

"Uwah— you're something..." the phoenix exasperated.

"Allen, we are better than Tish... Don't get your hopes down over a solo foreign artist who juggles to switch speaking 4 languages in one track." a cocky remark coming from Hajun which Letitia playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"Is it something you're also into, Hajun-ssi? Don't deny..."

"I know, just stating." The blonde teased.

Shrugging off his comeback comment, Letitia tilts her focus on Anne, who is now browsing her songs through their screen. Much to their amusement, they looked proud of how their fellow artist friend also gained quite a lot of views from her new track. Anne excitedly skipped towards Letitia's seat — an arm extended to her shoulder.

"That's my girl~, when will you hold another venue for your performance, Heidi~? This is dope!"

"I'll consider it the next time I have my performance at home, in the Philippines."

"Maybe next time you'll perform here!" Allen suggested.

"Isn't it right, Hajun? We will make up for it— showing up to your stage someday!" The Phoenix rapper nudged Hajun's side expressing his support to a friend he sees concerning the distinctive genre of music they perform. Hajun, on the other hand, only expresses his sigh of composure at Allen's gesture. But, you can't tell if he is giving the same support as the two were.

"Don't pressure him, Allen. Maybe not now—"

"Tish, it would be off best to. I guess..."

His sudden answer shocked them, Hajun giving regards to her for the first time.

"Hey, are you drunk, Hajun? Must be the alcohol."

"No." Hajun pressed Allen away from him as he looked in Letitia's direction. Scoffing at the red hair.

"Weren't you before trying to beat down Letitia?" Anne inserted as they chuckled at Hajun's change of mind towards the Filipino rapper. Not expecting such an answer, despite knowing Hajun shows competitive remarks upon other artists proving his worth and perfectionism, printed his guard. Which is not something Hajun is to mess with.

Hajun and Letitia were particular co-artists. The day Allen introduced Letitia. Their first impressions of his perspective were complicated to describe. He is skeptical of her work. Also, having the same reform of music, she works dedicating homage to herself, additionally her multilingual raps. His reactions to her music kept him motivated to be better yet a competition. Hajun and the rest participated in Paradox Live performances to gain the stepping stones to the goals he wished to validate.

The repression felt inside. Letitia is the exception. She isn't part of it. A solo artist conceals much of her artistic background by just how personal her labels are and even showcasing her life as an artist. Frequently, she engaged such fans to interact about her updates and what her latest works to spoil.

As earlier Hajun mentioned it isn't fair that she isn't competing for ParaLive like an insult to injury for his pride. However, it has appeared to change.

"That's another reason for me, not to say. You did improve a lot..."

"Hajun, you know you shouldn't be so opted about Heidi's progress. I thought we should use her as a tool to, y'know~"

"Anne, no comment."

In between the exchange conversation of the two rappers, Letitia can only laugh at them bickering.

"But, Letitia..."

"Yeah, Allen?"

"As much as you're apart from us in this rap battle. I do believe Hajun dismissed his repression towards your work."

"Hm? Why?" Letitia curiously asked.

"I don't know, I can't tell him sometimes. Rest assured, before he may prick his words by how you were a solo artist and worked all the music. Probably, he changed the way he sees you." Allen reassures her, bringing his odd grin, making things sure. Hajun has no ill intentions.

"Hey, enough of the talk. That's all Hajun is... Allen you sentimental punk!"

Anne jumped into them, tugging the red-haired phoenix over his shoulders, making the other squirm from their grip. Allen tapped them to stop dragging him from his seat — feeling he could topple down any moment as Letitia chuckled, Hajun could only react in silence with how much of a gag the two are together. Moreover, they didn't mind the blonde Korean seeing them being chaotic every day. They were his friends, after all. But to deem Hajun's repressed feelings about Letitia's work as a solo artist is something she isn't aware of. Does Hajun have plans to be one like her, too? Does he ever plan to be a soloist in the future? Letitia's thoughts wandered off deeply. Hajun's mind is not something you can not grasp or tell what he wants to convey. In all respects, Letitia and Hajun may have close ties, but not too close. Yes, she is with the one and only B.A.E., the popular hip-hop group. However, she is mostly with Allen and Anne hanging out. To her, Hajun is a different story. Does he think he can pull off to decide for his future or otherwise?

I don't know what's up with him... Hajun is so mysterious.

"Tish..."

"Hm?"

Hajun called, Letitia's thoughts popped out of the blue.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Come, I just want to tell you something important."

What does Hajun want? Letitia's sky-blue hues met with his red-pink irises on lock as if Hajun's gaze were hypnotizing her way. He does look charming in those eyes the way he asked her. But, this feels quite strange...

Hajun rarely asks me anything noteworthy. What is he up to?

"O-oh? Where are you two off about?" Anne suddenly questioned, still clinging onto Allen, Hajun was already standing in front of Letitia, barely reaching for her hand.

"Nothing, it's only for me and her to know. Allen..."

Allen's ear perked up abruptly towards Hajun's tone when he called him. So firm —

"What, Hajun?"

"Next time... I'll be the one to say to Letitia. You didn't quite get what I wanted to say to her, specifically as I heard." the blonde said with a snot, taking Letitia's wrist in his hand and dashing away from the two. Leaving them dumbfounded and clueless from their seats.

"Wait, H-hajun... Allen didn't mean to speak your repression on your behalf."

Between the filled crowd, Letitia apologized to Hajun for what Allen said. She knows how badly it feels for Hajun if someone ever dares to explain whatever thoughts he has on his mind. Although as Hajun dragged her passing by — he blatantly ignored.

It's unsettling for the Filipino rapper not to know where Hajun is going to take her at this point. However, in the dark alley corner away from the crowd. He sides Letitia against the wall as Hajun stands before her — not pining or blocking her way. His eyes gazed down upon her meeting their height differences, and she gulped. Nervewracking as it looks, only the stares; louder than the silence, testing the tension between the two artists. Standing alone in the corner.

"Maybe, Allen was right. I was repressed." Hajun was then admitted.

"Huh, wha— why?"

"Tish, you know how much I wanted my goals... Call me selfish, but later, you understand what I aim for this. Winning is my boost, and I will do anything just to seek what I want."

"Hajun... look, I may know nothing about you. But, what is it that made you feel repressed about my abilities and my music?"

Hajun paused for a bit — snitching his breath as if he was about to cuss at her. His hand brought up to his lips hissing underneath, laughing at her mockingly.

"you... You're too special, Tish."

"Special?"

"You're special. A wild girl wandering off without any circumstances. Cunning to say, you got no worries at all, huh?"

The blonde spatted at her, giving off a smug look.

"Just say that you wish to be like me so we can finish this off. I'm intimidated by the way you pushed me here just for your bullshit, Hajun."

"Oh? This is bullshit? Save it when you regret it, sooner or later, Tish."

She rolled her eyes at him. This seemed so petty of him. Hajun bringing his ego out of his pride down here wouldn't be a pretty excuse. How pathetic he came up to her like that, irritating the girl before him. So, he sees competition with her, at what cost? The unreasonable insults to pull off of his sleeves were his coping mechanisms if he wasn't in his best mood.

"If I would know sooner, look... I don't like this kind of vibe you're giving me, Hajun. What're all this for to gain your pride aside for nothing?"

"This isn't better for nothing, Tish." Hajun retorted.

"And how cute you even calling me Tish, we are not that close enough as I'm around with your duo!"

Hajun had enough. It snapped him inside, slamming his hands on the wall and cornering Letitia. A loud thud banged by his palms made the girl shrivel. She was shocked to see his reactions.

"I tried to... but probably you out of our league for this. But, no, you are not getting in my way slowly if I do something upsetting, wouldn't it?"

"Hajun, I'm confused really about the way you are behaving towards me. Ever since in this bar, Allen introduced me to you guys... The atmosphere changed when I was with you. Was there something in me that you don't like?"

His repression surfaced once again, biting his lower lip while avoiding his glances at Letitia's question — that he wished not to answer. It only remains a fragment he hated to express.

I don't want to be unwanted over someone who achieves their accomplishments... I feel pressured.

"Hajun... Do you hate me?"

"H-huh?"

"I said do you hate me—"

"Why would I hate you if — if I'm here close to you..."

These senses the tension, uplifting an unexplainable feeling. Hajun's unwavering thoughts on his swirling head almost crossed his mind. He shrugged, one of his hands extending to Letitia's chin tilting the girl upwards; she looked at Hajun firmly as their faces were leaning close to one another. She can sense his strong whiskey from earlier, but to think Hajun's tolerance is this high. The heat got tight and too enduring for the both of them. Silent breaths heaved the articulation of their lungs enclosed.

"You know what? Forget what I said... You will understand about me when you can..."

Before Letitia could say anything else; a pair of lips were met. Hajun leaned in, pressing his lips and shutting her mouth. Letitia's eyes dilated in surprise at his actions. The kiss was not in her thoughts. They were only arguing for just a moment as Hajun involuntarily stole a kiss. His hand was still placed on her chin, facing upward as the kiss deepened. The other hand was positioned on the wall above her head. Cornering her further, he brought his knee between her fishnet thighs. Already begging her consciousness if it wasn't real for the Korean rapper to be bold — Letitia prayed for her dignity to fight back and not dwell on the kiss. But it felt so intoxicating when Hajun did it. Her eyes couldn't take it as she closed them. The kiss kinda felt right. It turned roughly as soon as Hajun pushed his tongue inside of her mouth — Letitia meeked.

"H-hmmm—"

Giving into Hajun's advances, he fought his tongue inside of her — hearing Letitia's retort, he didn't pull away. It rather entices him more when he listens to Letitia's fumbled hums weakening under his French kiss. She could almost taste the bitterness of his whiskey alluring her tastebuds. But soon, he pulled away, leaving a single strand of saliva connecting their tongues. Speechless and unforgiving, the way Hajun kissed her made the Filipina breathless under his wing. Her face was painted red , and Hajun was certain of how he did unimaginable yet bizarre and addicting.

"Cute, but sorry... I got carried away."

"W-why did you do that..."

"Instinctively for you to forget but... I do think I might not forgive myself later."

She couldn't control her numbing lips, Hajun kissed her...

Why did he do that? And yet... A first sudden kiss—

"What do you mean?"

"Follow me, I'll take you somewhere you'll be satisfied to hate me more."

(To be continued)

✧.* @.moonartemisia 2023 || do not copy my works

╰┈➤ masterlist navigation ✧.* || chapter two

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