#Paradox Live Fanfiction
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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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Keep me safe inside, your arms like towers.
Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x GN! Reader.
The longing in his kiss and the sight of him are all the warmth you need on a chilly night.
Tags: romantic fluff, a little suggestive. Inspired by a fanart I found on twitter (by eren_cozmez).
🌙 - Dedicated to Lyn @koumeowkami 💜 I hope I managed to do this concept justice and that you enjoy it! (You will find this uploaded to my ao3 as well).
The world is dyeing in hues of blues and shadows. The decrepit buildings lining the slums seem to curve in on themselves beneath the poor illumination of faulty streetlights.
A cat meowing is heard in the distance, a stray plastic bag fleets around, with no destination, outcasted under lapis skies.
If you were to ask the average person, this is not a scene they’d want to find themselves into, especially not when a yell and the sound of a siren can be heard in the distance. Especially not when the cables near an electricity tower thrum with excessive voltage.
If anyone were to ask you, however, there is no other place you’d rather be at.
There was a sweet familiarity to these ruined houses with cracked windows; to these crooked sidewalks; to the sky littered with stars that could be gazed at from here.
You had walked these streets, countless times.
With him.
Like the indigo expanse above, you had found him once.
Even if he didn’t believe it himself, to you, he was not unlike a star.
Perhaps the glow surrounding him was eerie, menacing, violet poison trying to keep those who braved his night away.
And yet, you seemed immune to it.
You feel content now, falling in step in silence by his side, the dim light of a crescent moon making him look all the more ethereal.
You steal a glance in his direction, unconsciously walking nearer to him.
Your bare arm grazes his side, the familiar fabric of his jacket warming you up, despite the chilly night breeze.
You can feel him stiffen at first, the instinctive reaction of years spent between adults who only knew how to show him misery.
Then he relaxes, easing into your touch, an arm wrapping around you protectively.
“Are you cold?” Kanata asks, squeezing your form a little closer to his.
You let yourself indulge in his warm affection for a couple heartbeats before replying.
“I’m fine if it’s with you…” Comes your happy hum, as you briefly rest your head on his shoulder. “And I could ask you the same question.” You chuckle, poking his uncovered bicep; he always wore his jackets like this: off his shoulders, doing next to nothing to shield him from the cold (but definitely helping to make him even more eye candy than what he already was to you).
A cracked street light momentarily bathes him in cold light, a halo frozen in place and time, quite fitting for the fallen angel likeness he bore.
“I’m good.” He pouts, cheeks flaring up in warm hues. “You have goosebumps.” Your boyfriend points out, stopping his pace in front of you, just as you reach an iron wire fence.
“Kanata, please, don’t worry.” You insist, just as you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself, the gesture betraying your words just like that.
“Tsk,” He frowns, taking off his jacket. “Don’t give me that.” Your lover grumbles, as he drapes the garment around your shoulders.
Your arms slip through the sleeves, the fabric akin to a caress signed in Kanata’s scent; the gentle touches you shared before falling asleep by starlight through the foggy windows of his small apartment.
Then, as if the moon had wanted you to notice, its argent rays briefly catch the light of his lilac gaze.
Akin to hyacinths at dawn, first light’s dew clinging to amethyst petals that shyly avert from you, helplessly, for every heartbeat that passes, the crowned angel’s heart guides his eyes to your pretty face.
It’s unfair you look so good in his clothes, despite having seen you in his oversized t-shirts before, in summer, when even in searing sun rays, you cuddled up against him.
And perhaps now, he was not the only one feeling under his lover’s spell.
Your pupils dilate at the image of his lean form outlined before an indigo infinity.
His muscles are defined, despite his petite figure, the night penumbra shadowing them just in the right places.
A gust of periwinkle breeze sifts through his hair, a few strands loosening from his half up ponytail, silky strands just a prolongation of the stars above when they meet with the black color of his sleeveless top.
He’s breathtaking; undeniably. Utterly beautiful.
An utterance of his name escapes your lips.
“Kanata…” You trail off, at the same moment his hands nestle on your waist.
Starry lashes flutter closed, his forehead resting against yours, the previously cold air, now ardent with both your accelerating breaths.
“You…” Your boyfriend starts. His voice is hoarse, the scrape of blackened rose petals against ivory statues. “You’re so beautiful…” He finally manages.
You can feel your face heating up, a stark contrast with the iron fence your back is leaning against.
Suddenly you no longer need his jacket.
But there is no way you’re taking it off.
Especially not when Kanata’s hands rest on either side of your head against the flimsy palisade.
Especially not when his lips are millimeters away, every tiny crack on them visible.
“You haven’t been using the chapstick I got you.” You blurt out, just like that.
The blush creeping from Kanata’s neck intensifies at your statement, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
You smile, blissful.
Then, a pleasant shiver runs down your spine.
A trail of heated kisses follows up from your collarbone to the edge of your jawline, the pleasing sting of your lover’s sharp canines over your previously pristine skin.
He meets your eyes.
A myriad of lavender and jade and love.
He whispers your name.
And that’s all you can remember before his kiss robs you of all reason.
His tongue prods against your parted mouth, hungry and caring all at once, him, him, him resounding in every second that passes with your lips locked.
Sharp teeth clamp on your lower lip, tugging towards him.
A promise of the undying love you two share.
And you just verify it.
It’s in the way your arms pull him towards you by the back of his neck, fingers tangled in the unreal softness of his tresses.
Your knees go weak, and yet, you couldn’t care less.
Kanata keeps you upright, arms, that perhaps you hadn’t realized how strong they were before, safely around you; a shield off of which any thunderstorm bounced.
As the night goes on, you can only think that if this were to be a fever dream, you’d rather never wake again.
However, your partner’s heartbeat on yours is all too real, as are his soft, slender fingers gripping your waist protectively.
In the inauspiciousness of blinking darkness, love is all you can feel.
And judging by the way Kanata’s eyes are dazed and shiny when he pulls away, you know he felt it too.
You chase after his lips once more.
The moon will still stand watch over the skies for a few hours, before sunrise approaches.
In the secrecy of her light, your lips dance as one for a while longer.
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Hello! Could I request Cozmez headcanons where their s/o is on holiday for a few weeks, but they really miss her?? Thank you in advance! 💖💕
Btw I loved your Shiki fic! It was really cute 🥹
Summary: How they would react if they missed you.
Pairing: cozmez X G/N!Reader
Genre: Angstyish Headcanon
Word Count: 923
Warning: depression
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A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope I did it justice! Also I'm glad you liked my Shiki fic! Thank you!
Kanata Yatonokami:
He totally acts like he's not bothered
You're gone? That's fine! Have a great trip!
He's totally fine being left alone!
In fact, he's been alone most of his life!
He can survive a few weeks without you!
Easy, no problem!
The signs of him missing you are slow to present themselves, but if you're like Nayuta, they're glaringly obvious.
It starts with accidentally making an extra plate of food and then shrugging it off, like he didn't forget you weren't joining them for dinner.
And when it comes to chores around the apartment, he mentions it's your turn to do them and Nayuta has to remind him you're not here.
So he obviously takes over because you wouldn't want him to be so lazy, or something like that.
And Nayuta can hear how he talks about you way more as you're gone for longer and longer
Everything reminds Kanata about you and his brother has to listen to his brother rant about you all day.
Anytime he tries to bring it up that he may miss you and he should just call you, he shuts that shit down so fast.
Assures you he is fine and he can handle himself.
He doesn't need to call you like some clingy child!
In fact, he's more than happy to have a bit of time on his own!
It's his way of proving he's still independent!
But Nayuta knows that this kind of behavior isn't sustainable and cannot go on forever.
As he watches his brother continue his downward spiral into missing you, he takes it upon himself to call you.
You're obviously relieved because you've been trying to get a hold of Kanata, but he's been trying to prove he's independent and doesn't need you as much as he lets on.
Nayuta assures you he's fine physically, but he's not sure how much longer that will last.
You tell him to call later tonight and then give the two of you some private time so you can talk.
He agrees and sets the plan in motion, telling Kanata he's going to go visit Shiki.
Kanata answers the phone and when he hears your voice, he finally breaks.
And I mean full on mental breakdown.
He misses you so much and he's disappointed in himself that he's not strong enough to be away from you for so long.
You assure him he's plenty strong and he doesn't need to be so hard on himself.
You tell him just how much you miss him as well and how much you want to be there with him right now to hug him and tell him everything is alright.
You promise you'll be home as soon as possible and the two of you will be able to talk in person regarding his insecurities and your time apart.
Kanata, to his credit, tells you how much he loves you and how he's desperately waiting for you to come home.
With promises made, you both hang up, feeling closer than before.
Nayuta Yatonokami:
He tries to be strong like his brother.
But it's easier for Nayuta to break than Kanata.
However, he's not quite as "aggressive" with how he shows he misses you, if that makes sense.
While Kanata lives in a state of denial, Nayuta is clingy.
You can't go an hour without getting at least two texts from him.
He just wants to talk to you and make sure you are okay.
He's never been apart from you for this long and it's a little scary for him.
At night, before you both go to bed, you spend at least an hour on FaceTime.
You both talk about your day and anything new, cool, or exciting to share.
Despite how much he hates being apart from you, Nayuta really does love listening about how you're enjoying your time.
You have so many cool stories to share and you're so good at telling them, he feels like he's right there with you.
Really you tell the best bedtime stories in his opinion.
However, in the morning, when he realizes he's alone...
It makes his heart hurt.
He misses you and wants you by his side again!
Kanata is quick to pick up on his brother's feelings.
At first, he tries to distract him and remind him that he can lean on him in times of distress.
But eventually, longer than he cares to admit, he knows his brother's need for you is too strong.
He needs to do something about it.
And so Kanata swallows his pride and calls you, asking you to come home.
While you unfortunately can't hop a plane and fly in tonight, you promise to talk to Nayuta about his feelings as soon as you can.
That night, during your FaceTime call, before you can even say anything, Nayuta speaks first.
He apologizes for monopolizing your time while you're away and how clingy he's been.
He tells you he'll try to back off for both of your sakes.
And that's when you have to shut him down.
You tell him you miss him just as much as he misses you, maybe even more.
While you can't leave right away, you plan on getting home as soon as possible, because you need him and he needs you.
You both cry together for like an hour, but it's a good cry.
Because you both know that you both love each other more than anything in the world.
And that is definitely something to cry about.
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✧.* HOMEBDY || Hajun Yeon × OC Masterlist
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
╰┈➤ Chapters:
i: Talk the Talk
ii: Act Tough
iii: FREAKOUT
iv: Inside the Trap
v: Hard Decisions
vi: Smiley Wangja's line of concubines
vii: Intoxicating
viii: Poison
ix: Grab and pull me in
x: You and I
✧.* @.moonartemisia 2023 || do not copy my works
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🪐 no celestial ; kanallen
— chapter six
"Kanata was a poor little angel that heaven couldn't help. He'd always been a tough one, not trusting anyone but his little brother Nayuta, the only person that ever made him feel love. Growing up by themselves, he did everything in his power to protect his sick brother, things that dirtied his holy hands. "It's for a good cause though", he thought. But it wasn't enough, and Nayuta died soon after.
Kanata's soul was completely spent. He became unable to feel love, and adding to his dirty dealings that soon were found out, he got cast out of heaven. Fallen on Earth with his wings blackened, he felt so lost and empty he thought he could've just died.
But a random encounter with a very annoying, persistent, stupid redhead human boy would've made him discover love again."
2268 words
genre: supernatural, hurt/comfort, angst
warnings: none
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Weeks kept going by, as Kanata was slowly getting accustomed to the hectic life of the city. He was learning how things worked there, how humans worked. As he wasn't used to being around people to begin with, living with Suzaku and his friends had never seemed to be appealing to him: actually, it felt absolutely atrocious in the first few days. They were noisy, annoying, and the redhead's friends were constantly nagging the boy to do the dishes, clean his room and stuff like that; although he absolutely hated them for never being quiet, he had to agree his current roommate's bedroom was a literal mess, as there were clothes and records scattered everywhere and his bed was never tidied up, the redhead always in front of that glowing screen making music.
Sometimes he also joined him, creating his own pieces of art coming from his broken heart, thinking that could've helped him ease the pain, at least a little bit. He still thought he deserved to die, but that boy was preventing him to do that without even realizing it: Kanata didn't understand why he wanted to take care of him so bad, always trying to look through him with those red eyes burning with passion, with life. The angel just thought he pitied him like everyone else would and he hated it, but still... his heart was getting warmer and warmer each day, to the point it hurt, beating so loud in his chest that he could hear it in his own ears; he always had to put his hand on it to shut it up.
Thankfully, the trio wasn't always home, as they were busy with their studies and their Hip-hop career: whenever one of those days came, Kanata would just spend his time chilling on the bed, looking at the ceiling and reminiscing about good memories with Nayuta; when the thoughts would start getting grim, he'd just compose music by himself, letting himself and his unspoken words free through the notes. He never really thought about going out, almost considering that apartment like some safe haven, and they wouldn't let him go take a walk by himself anyways, since he didn't know where to go.
Until one afternoon.
Kanata really thought he needed some fresh air, being the little stray cat he was: he felt safe in there, but suffocated. Those humans probably underestimated him, who had wandered through the streets ever since he was small. He put his sneakers on and left with soft steps.
The streets weren't particularly crowded there, as it was mostly a residential area with just a few convenience stores here and there. He sighed softly, enjoying the breeze and silence under the setting sun, while sipping on a cheap drink he had bought with the pocket money the trio gave him. He had said multiple times he didn't want that, already grateful enough they gave him a roof to live under, but they were just too stubborn and handed him some anyways. Just in case.
"Ugh, these rich snots... they just keep treating me like a kid" he said to himself, while crushing the can with his hand.
He walked around for a while, until he stopped by an almost empty square, finding it the perfect place to rest before going home. He noticed a group of boys not too far from him hanging out but he didn't care about them, sitting on the opposite side and closing his eyes to enjoy the quietude.
Only for a while.
"Hey, little bastard over there! Ya hear me?"
Fucking hell. He knew something was going to go wrong. He just opened one eye, looking towards the little gang with no interest whatsoever for a mere second, then closing it again.
"What, are you deaf?! I'm talkin' to you!" Kanata felt one of the guys, probably the leader, coming towards him. He sighed, already pissed off that someone was bothering him on such a nice day. He fully turned to him, looking at him straight in the eye while still sitting: "What."
The thugs laughed upon that question, trying to intimidate him. "Don't ya know this is our place? You're not invited. Get the fuck outta here" the leader spoke again, acting all high and mighty. The way they were trying to scare him away was annoying Kanata so much. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into, but he still did his best to keep his calm and avoid sending them flying. It wasn't worth it.
"Tsk... annoyin'."
Rolling his eyes, he got up. He wasn't planning to back off, having gotten himself into these kinds of situations many times before, in Heaven. He wasn't scared of them at all, no matter how tall and big they were.
"Ya wanna get your pretty face smashed?" the leader snickers, cracking his knuckles, "You're gonna get really hurt... weakling."
That single word grinded Kanata's gears, as he remembered all the abuse, all the pain he and his brother had received during their childhood from those shitty adults who only cared about showing them who was more powerful between them. "Don't you... fuckin' call me that..." he eyed the gang with an icy cold stare, growling and slowly making a fist, ready to punch that fucker. He was trying so hard to keep his anger at bay, but he felt his sanity go away more and more. His mind told him to stop, but his heart... his heart only saw red.
"Aw, Shortie is gonna cry! So cute!" the gang said, mocking him. They got closer and closer, eventually enclosing themselves around him. This was too much. Kanata suddenly felt something rising from deep inside of him, a weird energy fueling his feelings. He was so close to snapping, when his demeanor suddenly changed.
"Y'all better not want to fuck with me."
A voice octaves lower than his usual left his mouth, his once moonlight and galaxy colored hair and eyes were completely black, and a shadow of his black wings was visible on the ground. He had no idea what was going on but he didn't stop, he couldn't resist that. The snake had spilled its venom right into his veins and it felt so damn good.
The thugs immediately backed out as their faces turned pale from the panic. They ran away, muffled curses and screaming heard in the background. By the time the sun was entirely set, Kanata was back to normal, panting hard. He wanted to make sense of what came over him, but he couldn't think at all: he was feeling exhausted and his head was spinning, his body feeling almost feverish. He fainted, falling on the ground of that now deserted square.
"Aaah, I finally got it! This limited edition record was so hard to find!!" Allen was excitedly running down the streets, over the moon after yet another too pricey purchase. He was probably being a bit too hyper about it and people were definitely side-eyeing him but he didn't care, as he hugged the vinyl close to his chest. "Anne and Hajun are getting home later today, so I'll be listening to it with Kanata... I'm so excited about it! He's gonna love it!" he said, immediately smiling at the thought. He was a tough and unfriendly guy, but Allen was so happy to see him getting more and more passionate about Hip-hop every day: he knew about the healing powers of music, and Kanata did seem more peaceful when making music, or simply listening to it. He was glad he could help that boy, even if he still didn't know what happened to him to get to that point; Allen really wanted to know, but he'd be waiting for the other to speak up. He was doing his best to turn into a reliable and trustworthy friend for him, simply showing him that he was ready to listen.
Too immersed into his own thoughts, he didn't realize he took a different route, ending up in a place so emptied of people that almost looked abandoned. He looked around for a bit, trying to recognize where he was, until he saw a familiar boy laying on the ground slightly far from him. White long locks and a snake decorated jacket. He dropped his bag.
"Kanata!!"
Panting, Allen finally reached their apartment with the boy in his arms. He had already checked if his heart was beating, but he just couldn't calm down: he wondered what happened, for how long he'd been laying there like that. He carefully placed him on the couch and took a chair to sit next to him. He couldn't leave him alone, his mind occupied by any possible bad thought about this entire situation. He touched Kanata's forehead and it was burning hot, compared to how cold his body is usually. "Does he have a fever...?" he mumbled, preparing a wet cloth to place there and then he just sat, waiting.
Anxiety was devouring him more each second that passed, until he saw the boy's body trembling. He tossed and turned, groaning in pain. Allen was getting even more worried when he noticed a weird dark glow around Kanata, who was now blabbering frantically.
"I wish... I could be as pure as you were..."
The redhead rubbed his eyes, wondering if this was real, but he was left even more confused when he came to the conclusion that it was really happening. He didn't move one inch from there, though. He wasn't afraid of him.
"Who are you, Kanata...?"
With a gasp, Kanata opened his eyes again, seemingly back to normal. He immediately sat, scanning his surroundings and finding the other boy giving him a small, reassuring smile, although at the same time he looked like he really wanted, no, needed answers. He couldn't even look at him anymore, as a part of him felt guilty for not telling him sooner. What was he even going to say, now? Suzaku was a mere human. He would've never accepted that he was a celestial creature, right? He looked at his lap in thought, still avoiding those fire colored eyes.
"I'm not gonna ask what happened" the other guy started, his voice soft, "but just know that I'm here and I'm ready to listen to you, your story... anything."
Kanata felt horrible. He really had to come clean, no matter the outcome; he knew he'd be back to being alone in the streets right after this conversation, but he thought he couldn't lie to the redhead. He'd been too good to the angel. Maybe it was for the better, he pondered: after that, he'd finally be able to die as he originally had planned. So he took a deep breath, turning to the guy, looking at him straight in the eye.
"I... I'm a fallen angel."
Black wings appeared behind him, big and majestic. Suzaku was shocked, but still stood there, not looking intimidated at all. Instead, he got closer to him, looking at him in adoration.
"You're so pretty..." the redhead whispered to him, and Kanata felt his stare falter, dropping his gaze somewhere else as he blushed. The wings disappeared. His heart was a mess, again feeling like a bomb about to explode. That guy always managed to make things more complicated, as Kanata kept feeling things in his chest that both hurt and made him feel good.
"You... you should be scared of me..." the angel said, getting up from the couch and moving away from him to try to hide himself from the other boy, "I'm not some stupid human! How can you act like this is okay?!"
He saw Suzaku looking at him with a soft gaze as he smiled, "Man, this sure is new to me" he said as he also got up and reached the angel, "But I'm not afraid of you... I know you're not evil so I don't have to worry."
"You're unbelievably foolish." Kanata replied, astounded by how stupid and accepting the other was. He knew at this point he couldn't do anything to intimidate that guy anymore, as he really had no ill intentions after all. He just audibly sighed.
"I'm fallen, ya hear me? I can fuck you up."
"I'll keep that in mind, then."
The guy let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his head. And then, he suddenly got serious, looking at Kanata with a worried expression.
"Um, Kanata..." he took a breath before continuing, "Back when you were dreaming, it seemed like... you were in an unimaginable amount of pain. The same pain I felt in the first song you made. I wonder if I can help you..."
"There's nothin' a human like you can fix." Kanata stopped him, not wanting to hear a single word more. He knew that warmth spreading in his chest when he was with the redhead was only temporary. That boy couldn't fix such a damaged heart.
The other muttered a "I'm sorry" before going back to his usual self. But before Suzaku was able to speak again, a black smoke with hints of orange appeared in a dark corner of the living room, floating. As the two boys turned around, a voice crept in.
"Oh boy, what kinda mess are you causin' over here?~"
Kanata's eyes widened. He knew that voice too well. That demon had been helping the twins a long time ago, he didn't really think he would get to hear nor see him ever again.
"Suiseki-san... what are you doing here?"
#🪐; no celestial#paradox live#paralive#kanallen#allenkana#allen sugasano#kanata yatonokami#paradox live fanfiction#it's been 84 years ...... i'm finally back !!#it's shocking revelations time (that don't have an explanation yet but. soon)#i hope you guys enjoy and pls lmk your thoughts with rbs and asks 💜 thank you for waiting hehe#(gonna publish this on ao3 asap i prommy)
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Simple Feelings (REQUEST)
Kanata Yatonokami x fem!reader (Paradox Live)
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First time ever filling a request (AAAAAAA? THANK YOU SO MUCH???) and also my first time writing something for Kanata! I love tsun boys but he's a tough one. I had a beta reader this time so I hope I did okay! The request was Kanata realizing that he's fallen for the reader!
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It was 4 AM, and Kanata Yatonokami was still awake, and he was pissed.
Nayuta had already fallen asleep, wrapped up in the blankets on the bed. Kanata sat in front of his laptop, with the screen being the only source of light in the apartment so as not to bother his brother. He had decided to work on their new song since sleep evidently wasn’t an option. Lately, his days had been…eventful, he would say.
He and Nayuta were busy, maybe more than they had ever been, thanks to Paradox Live. It was taking a little adjustment, but he supposed he had no major complaints. He rested his chin in his hand, staring blankly at his computer. He had been stuck on this part of his work for some time, and it wasn’t even because the composition itself was posing a major challenge. It was because he had other things on his mind. Stupid, confusing things. Things that he would swear up and down he didn’t care about.
Kanata groaned softly and slumped over, forehead coming to rest on the edge of the desk he was working at, and it was all because Nayuta wanted to spend some of their prize money on sweets from a new bakery. A bakery where you had smiled at them, making every attempt to chat, recommending this and that, explaining tastes, textures, ingredients…he hadn’t been listening at all, instead watching your mouth move, your eyes light up, and how brightly you smiled at them the whole time. You had been in no hurry to get them away from the display case and out the door; all the while the saccharine smell of vanilla and sugar made Kanata’s head spin. He observed your nimble hands making quick work of closing up the box after Nayuta had decided what he wanted, the tune you had made out of the words, “Thank you so much, please come back soon!” echoed in his head.
Kanata Yatonokami was still awake, and he was pissed, and it was your fault.
All his life, he had never needed anyone except for Nayuta. He never really had the desire to build other connections. After all, he had learned his lesson; the world had been nothing but cold and cruel, he reminded himself of that plenty often.
But you weren’t, something in the back of his mind told him.
The voice was small, and he didn’t know where it came from; it was annoying in the same way an insect he couldn’t see, buzzing around the room would be. He wanted it to stop. It was seriously messing with his head. He was distracted, and it was getting in the way of important things that he should be (and would much rather be) doing. Nayuta had already noticed that he wasn’t quite himself, which he would have rather avoided, because that meant that now Nayuta was going to be on his case; how could he explain to Nayuta what he couldn’t explain to himself?
There was the rustle of fabric as Nayuta stirred, and Kanata looked up quickly to see him sitting up, eyes heavy and half-lidded.
“Nn…Kanata? You’re still awake?”
Kanata turned to face his brother. “Yeah, sorry,” he spoke coolly, hoping Nayuta would just go back to sleep. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Nayuta grunted, rubbing some of the sleep away from his eyes, and then looked at his older brother, puzzled. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but he knew it had to be an ungodly hour to still be up. “Hey…” he started cautiously. “Are you okay?”
This was exactly what he had wanted to avoid. “Fine.” The word came out more brusque than he had intended it to sound. “I was just working on something.” It wasn’t really a lie, at least.
“You’ve been ‘just working on something’ for the last three weeks,” Nayuta reminded him pointedly. “You can’t lie to me, Kanata.” He stared at his twin intently. “Tell me what’s up.”
Kanata sighed and turned back to his laptop. He hated that Nayuta was right. He should have known better than to try and get anything past him. He didn’t want his brother fussing over him like this, either. He sighed, and decided that this was going nowhere fast—he wasn’t going to be able to do any work with his head all clouded up like this. Besides, maybe talking to Nayuta would help him figure it out.
The laptop closed with a soft snap, and Kanata stood up, stretching his arms over his head on the way to the bed. He threw himself onto the empty side, curling up next to Nayuta, who looked down at him.
“So?”
Kanata blinked at the ceiling. “I dunno,” he muttered.
Nayuta raised an eyebrow. “Kanata, that’s not—”
“No, I really don’t know!” he insisted, furrowing his brows. He was actually being honest, but it was a terrible answer.
Nayuta hummed, leaning back onto his palms. He couldn’t think of any problems he was aware of. They had money, their songs were doing well, no one was bothering them…he was too tired to rack his brain for more ideas. Glancing over at his brother, he could see the troubled expression on his face.
“Suiseki?” he guessed.
“No.” Kanata deadpanned.
“Suzaku?” Nayuta quirked a brow.
“Hell no!” Kanata spat, scowling at the mention of his name.
“Hmm…” This time, Nayuta spoke softer. “Is it a girl?”
“Huh?!” Kanata sat up quickly, shooting a glare in his brother’s direction. “Nayuta, are you—”
The other boy started laughing, and Kanata could feel his face get hot. “Why are you laughing?! Don’t be stupid!” More importantly, why was he embarrassed?! It wasn’t like he was right!
Nayuta, though, was pretty convinced he was right; his face broke into a sly grin. “So you’re all mopey and moody over a girl?” he teased. “Gross.” He fell back into his pillows.
But really, he was more surprised than anything. While he supposed it would have happened eventually, it still caught him off guard. After all, they had been together this whole time; just the two of them, alone, for nineteen years, and things like this were…never part of the equation, really. But, he only wanted Kanata to be happy, and while it was difficult to really come to terms with, he still wanted to support him and see his world get a little bigger. More colorful. Not to mention, it was about time there was someone to take care of him for once, even if he acted like he didn’t need someone like that.
Kanata couldn’t believe him. There was no way some stupid girl had anything to do with this. Kanata never cared about girls. “Nayuta!” he protested. “That isn’t funny! Of course it’s not about her!”
“Hmm?” Nayuta fixed his gaze on Kanata. “Her? I didn’t mention anyone…who are you talking about?” he asked, clearly amused now to see that he was getting a rise out of his brother. Honesty wasn’t really Kanata’s strong suit.
Kanata growled, putting his palms to his face. This made no sense, and it was stupid, and he was tired of being grilled. “I’m going to bed!” he huffed, lying down, grabbing the blanket, and pulling it to his chin.
“Sure,” Nayuta wriggled under the blankets alongside Kanata. “Goodnight~” he mumbled, closing his eyes the moment he rested his head back into the pillows. Sleep came rather quickly for him. Kanata, on the other hand…
He lay there on his side, eyes still wide open, staring at the floor. His heart had been pounding and his stomach was twisted in knots from what had just happened—he’d never felt anything like this before, but it felt gross. Still, he couldn’t just shake off the slip-up he had made.
“Her? I didn’t mention anyone…who are you talking about?”
Your face had come to mind right away, goofy airheaded smile and all, and his heart squeezed. He never really believed in love, save for the fraternal kind. Friendship, parental love, romantic love…he had never received any of that, nor did he ever need it. Why would he want it? Especially now, and from you, no less.
Because, the voice reminded him, you were kind, and gentle, and warm, and maybe he noticed the curl of your lips when you smiled after he spoke to you, and maybe he kind of liked it, and maybe there was a softness behind it that he had always wished to be shown.
Kanata tossed under the covers, picking up and mashing his pillow against his face, feeling a new rush of heat in his cheeks, his chest, to the tips of his fingers. “Damn it…!” he whispered petulantly. Why this? Why him, and why you? His mind raced with questions and thoughts faster than he could card through them and rationalize any of it. This was the kind of lame shit that happened in movies; the scenes that he would skip, or that would make him zone out. He was exasperated with himself. This had to be something else.
But maybe it’s not, the pest in his head argued. Maybe Nayuta had a point, and he was just immature and in denial because he didn’t know how to handle his own feelings. After all, how many times had he walked the same route in the last few weeks that would lead him to the storefront you worked at when he took walks while Nayuta was hanging out with Shiki? How many times had he peered through the window or over the counter before looking at anything on the menu or in the display case? How many of those times had he told himself it was because Nayuta had really liked the desserts there and he wanted to get him sweets to have after dinner when he came home? Why else was he willing to stomach the cloyingly sweet smell of icing and fresh berries? There was no hiding behind Nayuta this time.
Kanata was squeezing his eyes shut as if that would make him fall asleep any quicker, but it definitely wasn’t working, because instead of pitch black, he could see a shy smile, sparkling eyes—yours—burned onto the backs of his eyelids. His heart thrummed against his ribcage, remembering the way you had parroted his own name back to him after finally asking for it the fourth time he had come around. He hadn’t even thought twice about telling you.
“Yatonokami…-san.” Something about the way it rolled off your tongue was pleasant—comfortable, even. “I’ll be sure to remember!”
Loathe as he was to admit it, maybe that made him happy. Tossing the pillow away from his face, he rolled onto his back and opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. The sun had begun to rise, and there was a sliver of bright white light against the dull paint. He was giving in.
It was who-knew-what time, and Kanata Yatonokami was still awake, and now, he was pretty sure he liked you.
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Poison
Summary-Aeryn has been avoiding Naoakira after what Miss Akane Minagawa said to her at music room and how it hurted how, so her friend, Letitia and BAE decided to the Inn but upon there...fate decided to make her heart twisted even further.
Tagged-Age gap/age difference, Naoakia patient is tested, Minagawa is dead whore, sets in episode 9, heated sex.
*Got this idea from listening to Poison by Blake Roman (Angel Dust) as well watching one of Scum's wish
Special guest-Letitia from @moonartemisia
Letitia invited Aeryn to join her and BAE on outgoing trip, a inn. Aeryn wanted to refuse it but decided to go anyway since she needs to get away from the city...and Naoakira.
You see, about a few weeks ago. Miss Akane Minagawa, professor of music decided to hurt Aeryn's emotions by getting Naoakira and even...seeing her attempt to kiss him.
This made her cry and call Letitia and Anne after hearing what happened...it anger Allen as he wanted to yell at her but Hajun pull him back as it will only cause more trouble.
So the only option is a trip to the inn while the BAE team will train for there finals. But for now, the young auburn hair sat alone in lounge as she needed this, alone in environment.
Allen is probably goofing off while Letitia and Hajun are doing some couple stuff...and Anne is probably busy with something...
She close her blue eyes as the memory from what happen still fresh in her head...
*Flashback at college music room*
Aeryn stood at the entrance of the music room when Miss Akane requested her to be there...but upon standing in the entrance...there..leaning against the window...is Naoakira...and Akanae.
The curtains blew covering them as it showed the silhouette of them...together...
Kissing.
It trigger both pain and bitter in her as she ran out holding back her tears as well her agony cry.
*End of flashback*
Aeryn open her eyes as she felt something in her cheek, it was cold drink and its been held by Anne.
"You look like you needed one..." She put the drink in Aeryn's hand as she sat down next to her as she pulled chair for her to seat.
Aeryn sit up straight as she held her drink "Thanks Anne...but you didn't have too..."
Anne shake her head and respond "You needed one, I mean after running all the way to apartment crying. I still can't believe from what I heard at your explanations...you know professor Saimon will never do that. Especially after the hickey incident he gave you."
Aeryn blush at that as Anne chuckle but still continue.
"But if your still sad about it, then its okay...but Aeryn...you can't ignore him forever you know..."
Aeryn frowned as she recalls that after that incident, she's been avoiding him a lot and somehow she could imagine his anger and impatient look in his eyes.
"I know...but...its best if I don't interact with him..."
Anne frowned more and sighed "Alright, welp I better check on Hajun and his girl. For now try and relax okay?"
Aeryn nodded and she is now yet again alone but at least she has a drink in her hand...
But what she doesn't know...
Is that fate has a way to tug her little heart.
At night.
Aeryn forgot that the Akanyatsura and Cozmez are here, she forgot due to her depression lately.
After having a nice dip in hot spring, Aeryn wanted nothing but to go to bed...until she heard Anne and Hajun are playing ping pong while Hetitia cheered on.
'Huh is Allen playing? I thought his still at hot spring...' Aeryn slowly approach the game room, but as soon she stood at the entrance...
Her heart is yet again twisted at the sight of someone she's trying to avoid...
The one person that made her heart goes fast...
The one person she love...that broke her heart into a million pieces.
Naoakira...is here...at the inn and playing ping pong table with Hajun and Anne and his partner up with Iori. Letitia saw this and knew shit hit the fans.
"A-Aeryn wait!"
Aeryn didn't respond as her mind began to recall the day she witness her heart shattered as if a static noise began to flicker her as she mentally recalls those painful moment and Miss Minagawa smile.
She broke a run for it, Aeryn didn't care on who she bump into the inn.
She needs to find a place to hide...somewhere he won't find her...somewhere she can cry again.
But before she did, she felt a strong grip grab her wrist as she yelp and is drag to secluded hallway were there she is pinned against the wall.
Her blue eyes met with golden eyes that she is very familiar...
Naoakira got her and now pinned against the wall.
"I've finally caught you..." his tone sounded that his patient has finally at its breaking point as Aeryn lips quiver afraid to speak but asked him.
"Why are you here?"
"I was gonna asked the same thing, but the real question is..."
He lean into her ear as his hot breathe made her shiver as he whispers.
"Why were you avoiding me lately little mouse?"
Aeryn close her eyes and looked away as she didn't deserve that nickname "Don't call me...little mouse..."
Naoakira is shocked but listen to her woes.
"I don't deserve to call little mouse I...I don't deserve to be with you..."
"Why? Was it because Miss Minagawa?"
Aeryn didn't respond as Naoakira let out a tsked, this made her flinch as she doesn't know if that tongue clicked was for her or for Miss Minagawa.
Before she could do anything, she felt his hands cupped both her cheek as she is force to look at him as she felt scared on what his about to say...
But she was not prepare on the revelations.
"You do realize that I don't have feelings for that woman...after all...you should have seen her when I slap her after that kiss attempt she did."
Aeryn is shocked as he wipes her tears.
"Letitia told me what happen, you should thanked your friend...for now...I have to take care of you..."
*Flashback, this afternoon*
While booking in the inn, Hajun and Letitia and Anne spotted the Cat's Whiskers and upon doing so, Letitia decided to approach the linguistic professor.
"Professor, can we talk? Its important." Letitia pleaded him as Naoakira knows Letitia well as she is good friends with Aeryn.
"If its about Aeryn's odd behavior...then please do..."
They head to a near by indoor lounge were there Letitia filled in the details and explainations.
"When she saw you and Miss Minagawa, she got her heartbroken and thought you left her for someone else and we tried to tell her that you don't do that.
Naoakira bit his inner bottom lip as it confirm his theory, that bitch made his little mouse cry...
And his not going to let this slide...not by a long shot.
*End of flashback*
"Oh my little mouse...I should have known that woman would hurt your feelings..."
Aeryn began to hiccup but slowly cry on his chest as she begs him for forgiveness, Naoakira hush her as he kiss her temples.
"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!"
"Sshh...its okay my little mouse, I forgive you...and I love you..."
He kiss her cheek and nose til he kiss her lips, God he needed and misses that taste of her lips. The two stayed like that til his hand roam at her kimono as he wants to pull down.
But Aeryn pulled away as she doesn't want to get caught, Naoakira took a breather and smirk.
"Let's go to my room little mouse..."
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And just like that she nodded as he softly held her hand and took her to his room, upon entering he lock the door and the two began to have a heated intimacy.
Aeryn moan at his kiss as well his holding her til she is pinned down at futon as her kimono is loosen revealing her freckle body, her legs is spread open as it shows that she didn't wore anything underneath.
Naoakira goes on top of her, stripping her kimono down as Aeryn held onto the futon as he began to bite her, kisses her and lick the fresh hickeys and skin of her as she let out a moan and pant as his going hard on her and she enjoys this.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, his cologne drove her to the edge as she too began to leave hickeys and licks it. This made Naoakira moan and growled.
"Aaah...that's it little mouse, mark me...make that bitch know that I'm yours...and your mine."
Aeryn moan as she felt her leg lifted as he began to bite her sensitive parts as she moans loudly and felt her sweat began to form as not only he bit her thigh but began to eat her pussy as she moans.
She held his head as he began to make her cum as he did, Naoakira put his glasses down and lift her from futon as his hand held her.
Then began to thrust her pushing his cock inside of her making her scream and moan, then began to thrust her fast and hard.
the friction...the pleasure becomes unbearable but it felt so good for her as she held him as her legs wrapped around his waist as their kimono is took off from the floor.
It didn't took long as Aeryn claw his back as she cums and he too biting her shoulder as he cums. Naoakira lay down on futon as he let her rest on top of her as Aeryn held him.
The experience was enough for them to fall asleep in their arms as Naoakira held her and kiss her temples.
"I love you my little mouse..."
The next day, about week (after episode 11 and 12), college cafeteria
"Guys have you heard? Miss Minagawa is move to to an all girls university!"
Aeryn is shock at Letitia news as Hajun asked her.
"How did this happen?"
"Don't know but someone said its because her behavior had cause a lot of girls in here to be furious..."
Aeryn began to wonder as she tug her oversize turtleneck sweater that's covering the hickeys she got from her lover.
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I posted! it's been 7 months!
Title: now my heart feels like december (when somebody says your name)
Rating: T
Category: M/M
Fandom: Paradox Love
Pairing: Sugasano Allen/Yeon Hajun, Sugasano Allen/Yatonokami Kanata
Summary:
Five times Hajun called Allen “love” and one time Allen said it back.
Or: How Allen destroys his relationship with Kanata.
CW: Derealization, unintentional unhealthy relationship (AllenKana), vague description of a hospital
#paradox live#pararai#paradox live fanfiction#sugasano allen#allen sugasano#yatonokami kanata#kanata yatonokami#plz read I worked very hard on it#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic
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Reward After A Long Days Work
✧ Bottom Ryu Natsume x Top Male Reader ✧
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Summary: Ryu Natsume has just come back from a long day of rehearsal, now that he's back at The Cat's Whiskers he can't resist having a little more fun before he winds down for the night. |One Shot|
Warnings: Smut 18+, Praise Kink, Top reader, Sex toys, Masturbation, Piercings, Choking, Handcuffs.
Word Count: 2k+
Authors Note: I haven't seen a single Ryu Natsume Fanfic yet so here we go. (First ever in the whole fandom?! WE MAKING HISTORY!!) Also please don't be afraid to send me requests for future fanfics OR constructive criticism! Anything and everything is welcome ;) This is also my very first time writing Character x Reader so I apologize if this sucks.
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Ryu dropped his bag at the base of his bedroom door with a smile. He had just come back from an eight-hour choreography practice. Any normal person would be completely drained... Ryu somehow, still had energy in him. The sky was dark and the moon was out, hundreds of stars twinkled in the sky and the dim lights of the room set a calming atmosphere throughout the room.
You had been on your phone, lying on Ryu's bed and scrolling online for hours, waiting for your boyfriend to get back. You often spent the night in the Cat's Whiskers upper bedroom quarters, and when you weren't spending the night there, well, Ryu was happily snoring in your bed back at your apartment.
As you lay on the top bunk of Ryu's bed you took a few glances downward- Watching secretly as your partner wrapped his fingers under his shirt and slowly pulled it off his body. You said nothing, keeping your eyes locked on his chest which was on full display for you and only you to see.
His smooth skin practically glowed in the moonlight. His perked-up nipples... pink- almost red was adorable in a way- and piercings shone in the dimly lit lights were extremely sexy.
Then as he hummed the group's newest tune, Ryu placed his thumbs under the band of his pants, slowly sliding them down to give you a fantastic view of his ass...
Fuck- He's so damn pretty. You thought for a moment, before quickly looking back at your phone... Ryu continued to hum to himself, acting like he was unaware of your eyes admiring him. Over time you slowly turned back to Ryu, your stomach fluttered and your heart pounded fast as a warm sensation crept across your face.
Catching yourself staring once more, you turned back to yourself... noticing a tight feeling in your lower half… Slowly you placed your phone to the side, looking at the bulge in your pants as your face flushed a bright red.
Suddenly your focus switched to two warm thighs wrapping around the sides of your waist. White hair brushed your forehead and a warm sensation danced across your lips. Ryu was kissing you softly as he shifted his hips to grind against your covered boner.
His pale arms were on each side of your head, stabilizing him as he kissed deeper, sliding his tongue into your mouth. It grazed your teeth, begging to be let further into you. Hot breaths and quiet moans exited both you and Ryu’s body as your lips spread further and your kiss deepened.
After a moment, Ryu pulled away, a string of saliva connected from your lips to his, and now both you and Ryu had become extremely hard… A wet stain soaked the singer's white underwear, making his dick and its piercing visible.
“Did you miss me?” Ryu teased pulling a blue rubber band out of his hair and letting the long strands of silver and lavender fall onto his shoulders. You leaned up to Ryu’s ear, using your elbows to stabilize yourself as you ran your fingers through his silky hair.
“Yes, I missed you, darling…” You whispered into his ears with only one thing on your mind… lust. The hairs on Ryu's body stood up as you carefully rotated yourself, shaking the bunk bed till eventually, you got into a comfortable position.
Ryu was underneath you now, your head placed between his thighs and his clothed but bulging penis was right in front of your eyes. You looked up, past Ryu’s hardened dick and nipples, and straight into his eyes that pleaded for his body to be touched.
With one hand, you took his left thigh, holding it up slightly and pushing it to the side to give you more access to his bulge. Without taking your eyes off Ryu, you kissed the inside of his thigh, making him shudder as you spoke in a low, seductive voice.
“It looks like you missed me too…” You teased in return, running your hand that was on Ryu’s thigh to under his thin underwear. Ryu whined at how uncomfortable his undergarments had suddenly become.
“Please…” He softly pleaded under his breath in the most desperate tone imaginable. You smiled, kissing the wet spot on his undergarments, but refusing to do anything more.
“What is it darling…?” You asked, knowing exactly what Ryu wanted, but for your own pleasure, making him say it out loud.
“Please… Your dick… please…” Ryu begged, gliding his hand past his stomach and under his underwear, pulling the fabric down slowly and taking your hand, making you do the same with the other side of his undergarments. His penis sprung up immediately, precum dripping down his dick, as he whined at the feeling of the cool night air brushing his penis.
“Your so beautiful… your body is so lovely…” You praised as you took his dick in your hand, pressing his sliver piercing into the slit of his dick. He moaned at the digging sensation, gripping the sheets with his long fingers and his legs bent closer together. Then he whined, with his voice slightly cracking and his chest rising rapidly. You paused for a moment to see Ryu’s reaction before pressing down again, even harder this time.
“Please! Please oh my- oh my god… it hurts… please-” Ryu begged breathlessly over and over as he tried to focus on something, anything but the tears in his eyes were starting to form and the uncontrollable feeling of the need to be pleasured was taking over. You softly kissed Ryu’s tip before giving his dick one last squeeze and letting go, leaving him with no stimulation whatsoever.
“Why- Why did you stop… c’mon this isn't funny…” Ryu cried out, trying to find you through his tear-filled eyes. You climbed down the bunk beds later and walked over to Ryu’s closet as he whined for you.
Your own dick was dripping now, and it made you shudder with each step you took… your shorts rubbed against your penis as you crouched down to pick a small box off the floor, shaking it so that Ryu could understand where you had run off to.
Then you opened the lid of the small brown box to reveal two pairs of handcuffs and several dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys. You pulled out the handcuffs and the largest vibrator, then tossed the box to the side for you to worry about later.
You took off your shorts throwing them along with the brown box and made your way back to the top bunk. Crawling back on top of Ryu, you took his wrists as he whined at the sudden weight around his waist from you sitting on him.
Locking the cuffs around the singer's wrists, you secured them to the bed’s rails and returned back to Ryu’s dick and hole, and they were ready for a pleasure they had been waiting all day for.
You licked your fingers and swiped some of the precum off Ryu’s penis, flicking the tip and making his hips buck forwards while the sounds of surprised moans and handcuffs rattling filled the room.
You smiled, slowly inserting two fingers into Ryu’s pink asshole. His muscles quivered as they took in your fingers, and Ryu whined non-stop till your fingers stopped moving completely, then he spoke.
“Don't tell me you're going to try to fit that all in right now-” Ryu said after he spotted the huge purple vibrator in the shape of a penis sitting on the bedsheets.
“I believe in you Ryu… we’ll take it slow… alright?” You replied already finished with stretching him out. Ryu blinked, trying to take in what you had just said, and surprisingly he was convinced.
“Al- Alright- Anything- I’ll do anything for you- Ngh-!” Ryu was cut off by a fast wave of shock. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a wail of pain and cum spurt from his penis.
You had just shoved all eight inches of the vibrator into him unexpectedly. Tears streamed down his eyes as he fought the handcuffs holding him back from pleasuring himself any further. S
obs echoed throughout the room as globs of cum shot every few seconds from Ryu and onto the white bedsheets. He groaned and whimpered at the aftershock… it was too sudden…
“Why-? Why- what happened to slow-?!” Ryu barely managed to ask. He wasint upset but a little warning would have been better… and now… God… now the vibrator in him wasn't enough- more- he needed more-
“Oh? Sorry darling I meant with the vibration levels…” You smiled, clicking on a separate remote the number 3 out of ten different buttons.
Ryu moaned once again loudly, his dick was starting to harden again as the vibrations from the toy were sending waves of ecstasy through his whole body.
The bed was shaking and his legs were trembling from the buzzing sensation- everything became a hot sweaty blur. His mind spun as he felt the vibrator go up another two levels, then you crawled over Ryu’s body, sitting on his chest while your dripping penis bobbed slightly up and down above his head.
“Do you think you can take it from both ends baby?” You cooed, taking your penis in your hands and slowly rubbing the slit to give it some kind of stimulation.
“Yes… yes…” Ryu struggled to reply as he licked his lips, not breaking eye contact with your dick. Without another word, you aligned yourself and your penis with the entrance of Ryu’s mouth.
“Spread those pretty lips for me, baby.” You ordered and Ryu did just that. He opened his mouth wide and stuck out his split tongue, ready for his mouth the be vigorously fucked.
Then you thrust your dick deep into the back of his throat. He gagged, coughing at first but you didn't stop as he gasped for air. You pushed harder and deeper, bouncing on his face as you let your head hang back and your eyes roll to the back of your mind. You stuck your tongue out as you took your time, ramming your penis as hard as you could down your partner's throat.
The wetness of Ryu’s mouth- his piercings grazing against your penis ever so slightly, his moans, his whines, his body- it all felt so good- I want to fuck him… I want to- A knot started to form in your stomach, it was tight, but it felt sensational.
“I’m gonna- Ryu- I’m gonna cum-” Not a moment later did loads of sticky, hot, semen shoot down the singer's throat, forcing him to swallow every last drop you released.
A shiver ran down your spine as you moaned nonsense into the night. Tears rolled down your cheeks and your stomach twitched as the last few spurts shot out of your stomach.
You let out a sigh of relief as stopped thrusting and placed all of your weight onto Ryu’s face- Leaning forward and grabbing onto the bunk bed's railing while you tried to catch your breath, making it practically impossible for Ryu to breathe beneath you.
After a moment of wiping beads of sweat off your forehead and readjusting your hair, you felt a slapping seston on your lower back. It took you a moment before you realized that your dick was still lodged in the back of Ryu’s throat and he was hitting you as a way to communicate he needed to breathe. Since when did he get out of those handcuffs? You thought, amazed
Quickly you pulled your dick out of his mouth and crawled off your teary-eyed partner. Ryu gasped for air, his chest rapidly rising and falling as you slowly slid the still-vibrating toy out of Ryu and turned it off. You smiled, watching your partner catch his breath as you made your way to lay next to him.
“Do you need anything, Ryu? Water?” You suggested as you leaned your body against the wall the bed was put against and started playing with Ryu’s soft hair.
Suddenly you were pulled from your position and then entangled in all of Ryu’s limbs. He dug his head into the crook of your neck and softly breathed in and out.
“A little warning would be nice next time-” Ryu suggested, kissing your collarbone and then your lips. It was a quick kiss, nothing too passionate, and then he pulled away with that same energetic smile on his face.
“Love you Ryu…” You whispered after the short kiss. Ryu just smiled and simply replied.
“I know!” Then he rested his head onto his pillow and drifted off to sleep without a care in the world.
#ryu natsume#paradox live#the cat's whiskers#character x reader#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#Ryu Natsume paradox live#smut#oneshot#male reader#male reader x male character
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Hai richieste?
Hi dears, I'm Misaki and I decided to write for these fandoms
.❥Akuneko
.❥Twisted Wonderland
.❥Paradox live
.❥Servamp
.❥Hazbin hotel
.❥Mahoyaku
.❥Yumekuro
.❥Tgfc(Heaven official blessing)
For now I could add something else later
If you have any requests please come forward I accept both sfw and nsfw꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
I will not write incest, things with milfs or sugar daddies, abuse of any kind However, if you have any fantasies, don't hesitate to ask, in case I could tell you if I feel comfortable or not Both
.❥headcanons and mini stories are fine
Headcanons a maximum of 3-4 characters
I will write mostly with fem readers but if requested I could also do gender
I will try to be as constant as possible as much as the school allows me 😂
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And give space to your imagination and make me a request, what are you waiting for?(*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
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somebody please recommend me good project sekai or paradox live fanfic... pretty much everything i've stumbled across on my own is really mid
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hi tora!! another blog, another request from me~ today im hoping for headcanons "how do they act when they have a crush and how would they manage to confess" with nayuta, kanata, reo & hajun!! i don't know how many characters you do at the time, so if that's too much just nayuta & kanata are nice!! thank you so much hehe <3
THIS IS MY LOVE.
Because ‘I love you’ is written in every single one of his actions, but he needs to tell you properly.
ft. Yatonokami Nayuta, Yatonokami Kanata, Maruyama Reo, Hajun Yeon x gn! reader.
cw/genre: fluff, love confessions, some angst.
Hello, Jules, dear and thank you so much for sending in another request here ! I’m sorry this took a while, but I still hope you enjoy it and that it can make you smile <3 I ended up making it in time before the year ends, so happy new year !
ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA
“You came along, and my heart smiled. So, get rid of those doubts, my love, I’ve been waiting for you.”
— With Nayuta, you realize he’s in love because of his smile.
— His usually apathetic, even melancholy expression, is replaced by an upwards curve to his lips, brimming in a sweetness that is hard to place.
— To anyone who deigns to observe where his iridescent eyes keep looking, they’d find you at the end of the lane.
— It is easy to see, when you two are together. His gaze is a little brighter, that difference that makes you discern dusk from dawn; he seems more energized, the lilt to his voice a tad more upbeat, particles of sundust shining in the words he addresses to you.
— And perhaps everyone notices, and Nayuta hopes you do too.
— And maybe you already have, but alas, fear seems to follow humans in crucial moments, confusing the heart, leading it through twisting alleys that echo the unsavory sounds of ‘what if’.
— What is it’s just all in your head. What if you’re overthinking and reading the signs the wrong way.
— The sighs he lets out, alone, in the dead on night are the unheard confirmation that his feelings for you are real.
— And yet, miles separate you, each of you lying on your side in the blue light of a faded moon.
— But, as they say, every cloud has a silver lining.
— Nayuta just will have to tell you directly, then.
— Or rather, show you.
— You find yourselves on the topmost floor of his secret hideout, the sun casting in coppery hues the thousands of piled up buildings below; a beautiful contradiction, how the slums had a beauty to them at golden hour.
— But so did your moments with Nayuta.
— You found him, the one you hold most dear. It didn’t matter if it was in a place this world had forgotten.
— Because you could never forget Yatonokami Nayuta.
— Nor the kiss he gives you when you turn towards him at the call of your name.
— You can taste the remaining sweetness of the popsicle he was just eating as his hands land on either side of you, stabilizing himself when he leans in further.
— And because there is no way your mind is making up the cool softness of his lips on yours, you kiss him back, hands cradling his cheeks, strands of silken moonshine reflected on puddles after the rain tickling your fingers.
— “Is it clear now, that I like you, my cute [Y/n]?” Nayuta utters, in the sunset lit instants between his kiss and the second one you initiate as an answer.
— You don’t trust your voice right now, so you’ll speak in the language lovers do when words are superfluous.
— And you can be sure, he’ll be asking for more.
ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA
“Your petals were bloodied amidst the storm and you still shined. When I next realized, I was the thorns, and you, the only rose.”
— Kanata doesn’t know what is it he feels for you.
— And what’s more, he doesn’t know why.
— Weren’t you another one of those rich brats to begin with? It was your fault that day you were in trouble in the rain, being robbed by some troublemakers.
— And yet, the moment you resisted to give them your pocket money and one of the attacker’s hands closed around your wrist, something in Kanata snapped.
— He doesn’t know how, or the reason behind which he found himself throwing punches until those bastards were running away.
— But he knew he didn’t like the sight of the cut they somehow managed to land on your cheek.
— “Thank you for that, but are you okay?” You asked him, checking for bruises on your nameless savior.
— You are the one bleeding and yet, you ask him that.
— “You shouldn’t be here.” Kanata spats, turning away.
— “Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, running to catch up with him.
— He ‘tsks’. Why can’t he leave you alone in the rain? Why does the sight of blood running down a stranger’s face sit so wrong with him?
— Annoyed, he drapes his jacket over your head.
— “You don’t want to know.” Are the last words he tells you, before running off.
— You stand there, dumfounded, the boy’s hoodie shielding you from the rain.
— You’ll be back here tomorrow.
— The sky dyes in shades of peach and lavender, reminding you of the sweet scent of spring. Ironic, in such a cold evening, and even more so in this district.
— You have a feeling you’ll find him again, so you wait. His jacket is neatly folded over your lap, as a stray kitten rubs itself against your leg.
— Then you spot him. Short sleeved t-shirt on, hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants.
— “Put this on, at least!” You call, throwing him his jacket. “Catch!”
— Eyes not unlike the color of the sky widen at the sight of you again.
— “Thank you for yesterday, whatever your name is.” You softly tell the young man, reaching where he stands with the small cat in your arms.
— It meows at him. Extending one of its paws.
— “See? He wants to know your name too!” You pout, holding one of the kitten’s white paws in your hand.
— “Ugh fine! It’s Kanata, okay?”
— “Nice to meet you, Kanata.” You giggle, as the cat paws at your hero’s face.
— And somehow, the way you call his name… It’s pleasant, a sweet melody shining in a world of gray.
— He wants to see you again.
— So, next time, he’s the one to seek you out.
— You always meet at the same place; the street where the white kitten lives. Sometimes it goes home with Kanata, though, and others you bring him to your apartment.
— Time is fleeting, and days become months, with December snow fading to rays of February sun, auguring an early spring.
— And then one day, Kanata isn’t there.
— You wait, with your cat friend, who meows sadly at you, climbing on your lap when the first tears begin to fall.
— That evening you leave, matching cups of ramen left to the freeze of a lonely night.
— However, someone saw this hurtful scene.
— “Care to explain yourself?” Nayuta asks his brother, slamming the door behind him.
— Kanata turns slightly around. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
— “Oh, you… You know very well. Why didn’t you go today?”
— To which Kanata shrugs.
— “Fine. I hope you know they left crying.” His younger twin points out. “Will you just face your feelings and accept you’re in love and that they love you?”
— “That’s…” Kanata’s shoulders slump. “They deserve better…”
— “Silly!” His brother intercepts, with a soft flick to his forehead. “And what? They want you. So you better get it together and go find them now!”
— And well, for some reason, Kanata doesn’t need to be told twice.
— Luckily for him, a small friend is there to help.
— Following the kitty, they both manage to locate you.
— “[Y/n]! Wait!” The boy who saved you that night calls, putting a hand on your shoulder.
— “What do you want, Yatonokami?” You ask, tone cold, without turning around.
— It hurts him. The way he’s hurt you, the way you won’t face him, the way you use his last name instead.
— “I’m sorry. I just… I’m stupid, okay? I couldn’t come to terms with- the thing is- I… I… Oh, to hell with it! I like you, okay? And I just didn’t know how to act around you or what to do and I thought you deserved better and so I just stood you up and I messed up.”
— A chuckle is definitely not the answer he was expecting.
— “You are cute when you blush, Kanata.” You murmur, wiping away a stray tear, smiling sweetly at him.
— “I’m not-“ He starts, cheeks blooming in crimson roses.
— “I said it’s cute. You are cute.”
— Droplets of thin rain begin to fall.
— “I like you too, if that wasn’t obvious.” You softly say, with a kiss to his cheeks.
— Much like the night you met, rain surrounds you. This time, it’s his cheek that burns, not because an open wound, but because of the searing sensation of a kiss he won’t forget.
ଓ MARUYAMA REO
“What is the point for a rainbow to hide? Let’s write our love in the sky.”
— Reo is a cutie and he definitely has a way with flirting.
— So that’s exactly what he does.
— He is not shy about it in the slightest, often complimenting you on your new clothes, telling how sweet you are or giving you hugs out of nowhere.
— Of course, all of the above, always that you are comfortable; Reo is very cheerful, but he knows how to read your emotions and pick up what you like and dislike.
— And at first, you didn’t think much of it. Sure, he is very affectionate with you, but he is with everyone else too, right? It’s not like you are receiving special treatment.
— Which, in turn, frustrates Reo more.
— Is he doing something wrong? He’s being pretty obvious, right?
— Or maybe… you don’t feel the same way?
— No, no, no, he can’t fall into negativity.
— He has to take you to a nice date and tell you how he feels directly.
— So, he puts together some money he’s been saving and chooses his cutest outfit. This is a special occasion and he wants to make you happy.
— When you arrive at the accorded spot, Reo is already waiting for you.
— Sure, he is a sunshine, but you didn’t expect an amusement park date, seeming how he and his gang usually preferred to hang out at the ramen place.
— “Hello, [Y/n]!” He greets you, those eyes of his mirroring the sunset clouds lining the horizon. “I got cotton candy hehe. One for you and one for me!”
— You take the sweet treat from him, eyes sparkly at the delicious sugary scent wafting around you.
— “Woaah! It looks so tasty! You’re the best Reo…” You thank him.
— And maybe, just maybe, because this is a date, you leave a cotton candy kiss on his cheek, giggling at the pink remnants left behind.
— To which the boy grins mischievously, bringing his fingers to it and tasting the sugary treat.
— “Hmm… Your kiss was sweeter…” He ponders, as your cheeks heat up. “What if we repeat it, properly this time?”
— And at that moment, beneath the lighting of dusk and attractions, your lips touch for the first time; a memory written over cottony clouds in rosey glaze.
— “I love you, pretty.” Reo utters, nose brushing against yours, when he parts.
— “I love you too, Reo.” Are your words, before you initiate a second kiss.
— Little did you two know, Iori and the rest of the gang are looking from afar, proud of his youngest member (Suiseki is a little jealous, but that’s another story).
ଓ HAJUN YEON
“I’ll erase the piercing words that were etched into your soul that day.”
— This man’s way of flirting is teasing you (change my mind).
— With his fans, he is all smiles and charming phrases, but when he really loves you, you get to see a more… naughty side of him.
— When he teases you, he doesn’t do it out of malice, no.
— He’s been hurt in the past, and even if his infatuation with you grows by the day, a part of him is still afraid he’ll be discarded again.
— The words ‘you are not needed anymore’ still resound inside his mind, no matter how much he smiles or tries to look perfect on the outside.
— So he’s wary of diving into a new relationship.
— But at the same time, you are so lovely… The way you pout when he’s teasing you, or how you call him and wave at him whenever you see him at uni…
— Hajun would really like to spend more time with you.
— “You should.” Anne tells him, when they finally get Hajun to spill the beans. “I know you’re afraid to trust but… Isn’t it lonely, to keep the one you love at a distance?”
— It is, yes.
— It’s painful if he stays away. And the variant of getting hurt hangs in the air if he tries to get closer.
— But, as they say, ships were not made to stay at harbor.
— So he’ll take this chance and hope for the best.
— And for that, you know he’ll use his charm.
— A cute cafe date here; dinner at his place that he cooked himself using organic ingredients there; and of course, the occasional expensive gift you had been eyeing, mysteriously arriving at your doorstep.
— You like all of this, and especially, you like him.
— However, a part of you can’t help but wonder: what does he want with me? What does he get out of all of this?
— With those thoughts, you lie in bed, listening to his music in the new noise canceling headphones you’re sure he’s bought for you.
— You’re so not sleeping tonight. Maybe tomorrow you’ll ask him about what ‘ulterior’ motives he has.
— The model’s vibrant eyes widen slightly behind his glasses when you utter the question.
— “Why me, Hajun? What are you planning?”
— It hurts him. How it seems he’s not the only one with trust issues here.
— So that’s how you think of it. Some kind of twisted game he’s playing to get something out of you.
— “I’m serious here, Hajun.” You insist, tone stern, when all the answer he gives you are the subtle expressions of his face.
— And for once, he decides to be honest. No mask of perfection obscuring the words he next speaks.
— “Because I’ve fallen in love with you, [Y/n]. Because I was afraid to trust, to be left behind, thrown away. But then you came around. And I wanted to spend more time with you. This is no game, not one that I plan on ending anyway.” He whispers that last part to your ear, a knowing smile on his lips as he feels the heat on your cheeks.
— “Hajun… You… You mean that?”
— “More than anything.” He vows, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, the one adorned with the set of silver rings he gifted you, never once breaking eye contact.
— Your fingers slot in between his. You suppose it’s alright to let your heart take command and test the waters.
— After all, you can’t keep denying you’ve been in love with him since the beginning, too. You just never thought he’d end up reciprocating.
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Make it, make out.
Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x Fem! Reader.
You can't resist him, and he can't hold back from you either.
Tags: highly suggestive, fluff, comfort.
🌙 - To my dear Lyn @koumeowkami happiest birthday! 💜 I told you I'd try to write something a lil bit more heated with Kanata for your birthday and here it is. I'm afraid my writing isn't the best here, but I still hope it's somewhat enjoyable to you! You'll find this posted to my ao3 as well. ilysm <3
(I tried to include some Mitsuki references and a dear vocalist one too hehe I hope you like it!!)
The vibrant purple of dusk and artificial lighting mixes with the curve of his lips.
To you, he had always been beautiful; an angel with a shattered halo, whose tainted wings still wrapped around you protectively.
Right now, however, he reminds you more of a devil’s temptation.
His eyes of lavender nights are starry, a sort of blue flame dancing in them, the adrenaline of coming up with a new song still pumping through his veins, despite his… usually grumpy demeanor; his smile is the edge of the sharp moon he sometimes resembled, pointy canines showing in the inevitable tilt of his cheeks.
Right now, your lover is shining, a radiant star drawing you in like a moth to a flame.
And you’d gladly burn for him.
And if you keep staring at him, you just might.
The racket of a passing train momentarily pulls you out of your daze, the biting wind its stella leaves behind making the subway station all too real again.
Despite it not being an objectively pleasing place to find yourself in, you found a sense of comfort in it.
Perhaps it was the inherent oldness that came with it, graffiti littered walls telling endless stories, some of them still being written with the passing of that corporate worker carrying a briefcase, or that busy student that rushed past every morning, wishing life was easier.
Of course, this place, the trains, these walls, witness your story too. Only they know the desire in your heart when you look at him, and the erratic telltale pace of your infatuated heart.
You squeeze his hand now, tugging on it, a silent plea to retreat to a less conspicuous place.
He turns towards you, head tilted to the side, an answer to your unspoken question.
And because it’s you, he lets himself be guided to the violet shadows of this underground tunnel.
“Kanata…” You utter, a whisper lost in the loudness of train tracks, your lips on his, temporarily concealed by the train you two should have taken.
He burns. His cheeks, his lips, his heart.
And even if he was not one for public displays of affection, cozmez’s composer loves the sting of your searing mouth.
His hands go around your waist, finding hold on the skin right above your hips as he tilts his face to the side. Your hands are in his hair, slightly tugging on the silky lavender strands.
If it was on you, you’d let yourself be fully consumed by this moment, a dying star in bloom, prying eyes and judging stares be damned.
And Kanata would too.
But you are his alone. He doesn’t want this beautiful flame to be witnessed, snuffed or blown away before his eyes.
“Fuck…” Your boyfriend lets out, tone hoarse, like you adored it during his fast verses or in the quiet of shared mornings. “[Y/n]... Wait… Let’s go home… And continue there…” He manages, in between your teeth sinking on his lips.
Reluctantly, you pull away, pupils blown wide, lilac stars in your eyes as you take his pretty face in.
No train ride had ever felt so eternal.
—
The beat up door of Kanata’s apartment shuts with a careless clang, your back slamming against it as your partner’s hand rests beside your head, the other sneaking under the shirt you borrowed from him, in ways that were less than holy.
Utterances of his name leave your lips, skin flushed in the shades his mouth trails from your jawline to your collarbones, your head thrown back in starry bliss.
You chase after his lips desperately, fumbling with the fabric of his jacket, as your fingertips trace the lean muscles his black tank top leaves exposed.
Kanata lets out a groan the moment you tug on the elastic holding his hair back in a half up bun, both of his hands cupping your face now.
You can feel the softness of them, even if he didn’t really take special care of his skin.
“Need you…” He mutters, forehead touching yours. The sweaty strands of his hair stick to your own face, you, burning up as much as he is.
A string of saliva joins your lips even in parting.
You want more.
You need more of him, him, him.
And he does too.
No words are needed before your legs wrap around your angel’s waist, as his hands firmly scoop your thighs.
You relish in the sweet little whimpers and groans leaving Kanata’s lips, for anticipation beats with every pound of your heart against your ribcage.
You know you’re going to be the one screaming his name the moment he lays you down over his makeshift bed.
Hands you had held endless times as tears used to stream down his cheeks on nights where all he knew was a dark empty world, waste no time slipping your (actually his) t-shirt over your head.
Fallen roses bloom on the contours of your black, lacy, bra with every nibble and bite of Kanata’s small fangs over your skin.
And you know he’s entirely, irrevocably, consumed by frenzied addiction; the pull of you, him, afloat in nightly waves commanded by every curve of you his lips graze.
Like a starry sea with smokey clouds dimming its moon, you momentarily look away from your lover.
“Kanata…” You begin, with him hovering over you, arms on each side of you. “I…” Tears of stardust cling to your lashes, pieces of a shooting star over fields of violet.
His eyes widen in worry. Did he hurt you? Is anyone after you?
One of your arms reached out, fingers tangling in the silken locks of his bangs.
“You did perfect,” You reassure him, detecting his state of alert. “But am I… good enough?” Your voice cracks a little, remnants of a shattered crescent in the tears staining your pretty face.
“What are you saying?” He frowns.
To Kanata, you were moonshine filtering through the cracks of his foggy window on starless nights. You are one of his main reasons to wake up every day, yours is the hand he reaches for when sunrise arrives.
Now it’s him returning the affectionate gesture from before, fingers brushing your brow as he combs your fringe away.
“Shut up…” He lets out. Soft, not his usual pouty answer when you teased him. “You’re more than enough, you’re my everything.” Are the words whispered in the starlit space between you.
The angel’s invisible wings wrap around you; a tight embrace, his protective arms circling you like a warm lit halo.
A few seconds pass.
Flecks of amethyst dance between your gazes.
In a world gone wrong, you found each other’s melodies.
Maybe just for once, the fates were on your side.
He kisses you again.
His arms never letting you go.
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The Death of Allen Sugasano ~ *Allen Sugasano*
Summary: Allen was going to die. You've just seen his super secret love song notebook. Will someone please just kill him already? Wait... you actually like them?!
Pairing: Allen Sugasano X G/N!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Drabble
Word Count: 530
Warning: Death treated as a joke
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He was going to die.
There was no question about it. Life as he knew it was over for him. Allen was going to have to have Hajun and Anne inform his parents about their disowned son’s untimely demise.
“Allen? Are you okay?”
No, he wasn’t okay! His crush just saw his private notebook full of all the love songs he wrote about them! He was as good as dead!
You touched his shoulder, causing him to flinch. “Allen? Is there anything I can do?”
There was nothing you could do. If there was anything he wanted you to do, it would be to just leave him alone to die as he wallowed in self pity. All he wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die already! Was that seriously too much to ask?
“If it’s any consolation,” It probably wasn’t. “They’re really good.”
He froze. You thought they were good? Really? You weren’t teasing him by saying his songs were good and then laughing in his face as you take it back, right?
You smiled. “You have such a wonderful way with words, you know? I can barely rhyme. Honestly, I’m kind of jealous of your talent.”
“You’re jealous of me?” He didn’t mean to say that out loud.
Laughing, you nodded. “Yeah. All of your music is so beautifully written and your words really speak to the soul. I always love listening to your music.”
“Really?” He could tell he was blushing super hard right now. But he just couldn’t believe you had such strong feelings about his music. Was some divine being finally taking pity on him? Either way, he couldn’t complain. This was an absolutely surreal feeling. What should he say? What does a person say when their crush loves a composer’s love songs written for them in a notebook they never should’ve seen?
“Yeah. Seriously Allen, you have such a gift.” You nodded, your eyes sparkling as you praised him. “If you ask me, you should chase after your dreams with all your might. I’m sure you’ll go farther than you anticipate.”
“T-thanks.” He mumbled. However, before you could take off, he called out. “W-wait!”
Turning to face him, you gave him a heavenly smile that made him rethink stopping you. “Yes?”
“Oh, I, uh, um, was wondering if you, ah, were interested, you could come over and, uh, listen to more of my music.” That sounded so stupid. He was so stupid! He couldn’t just ask you to come over! He was such an idiot! Wasn’t someone or something supposed to smite him down by now?
Your smile widened. “I’d love to! Here-” brandishing a pen, you wrote your number on his wrist. “Call me and I’ll be over.”
Allen let you walk away this time, his jaw completely on the floor. He couldn’t believe it. One minute, he was practically dying because you saw all of his love songs, the next he scored a date with you. Was this some kind of crazy, impossible dream? If so, he never wanted to wake up.
He glanced down at his wrist with your number printed so nicely.
“I’m never washing this wrist again.”
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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)
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