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maideninorange · 11 months

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(Fic Request) FumiIyo go out for ice cream.

I put way too much thought into the existence of ice cream within Mugenri for a simple fluff with light angst fic lol. Why am I even surprised, knowing me?

(TW: Just References to Iyo-san's Tragic Past for this one. Because this is me writing this lol. Otherwise, it's a fairly straightforward fluff fic.)

The Ice Cream Merchant

The ice cream merchant only comes around once every five year.

A shadowy legend to children everywhere, the merchant goes from village to village, region to region, distributing a strange cold, sweet cuisine those who had visited them had only called "ice cream". With colder sweets being quite the rarity this far away from Devanagara for the peasantry, the merchant often draws in crowds by the tenfolds. For some, it will be the only time they get to taste anything like it.

...Or at least, that's how Fumikado had described it to them. It was also why Iyozane was not back home lounging around in the river, and instead standing behind a long crowd of children and curious adults.

So far, Iyozane couldn't see what all the fuss was about. This guy looked like just another merchant with their bright and colorful stand, if one that specialized in what may be a pretty rare product. But even with that in mind, they weren't holding their breath.

Merchants are complete and utter parasites, funneling away money that could've gone to hardworking individuals for themselves. And so far, this one seemed to be no different than the rest of the lot. If it weren't for Fumikado's eager pleading, they doubt they'd be here to begin with.

As if sensing Iyozane's silent seething, Fumikado gently nudged them, snapping them out of their straying thoughts. (The fact that their definition of "gently" sent them a few sun forward probably helped with that too.)

"Look, I know you don't like merchants, but this guy isn't like those other parasites, I promise! Their treats are to die for!"

"...So far, all I'm seeing is gaudy colors and lots of children. Feels kinda shady to me. And what is this 'ice cream' treat, anyway?"

"One of the best things you'll ever taste! So come on! Trust me! When's the last time I was irresponsible with our funds anyway?"

Just last week, with the "brilliant" idea to spend hundreds on an expensive shawl I saw. It wasn't even made of real gold! Iyozane wanted to say, but by the time they opened their mouth, Fumikado had already taken off.

...And by the cries of children that just rang out, right into the middle of the line. Iyozane let out a loud, put-upon sigh as they trudged after them.

"Sorry..." They mumbled towards the angry people now behind them, tugging their haori closer. It was the least they could offer, knowing how rude and impatient their boss can be. That sort of thing tended to make people angry, didn't it?

When it wasn't done by a royal it seemed, so some of their siblings had claimed every now and then to them in a past as distant as a bad memory. But Iyozane wasn't a royal anymore. They didn't even get to indulge that privilege even once before they lost it.

The dark thought washed over them like a plague. They turned to berate them for cutting in line, as the alternative was letting it weigh on their mind. But then Fumikado beamed at them, and the poison died from their lips.

"You're gonna love it Iyozane! I promise! I know all the best flavors!" They reassured them, "Trust me! I am the seer of ice cream!"

Considering Fumikado's track record when it comes to foresight, that did not inspire the confidence they had intended such a statement would. Still, it was a little hard to be overcome with dread when their strong and dignified boss is bouncing on their heels like a giddy little kid.

Okay, incredibly hard actually. It was hard to stay nervous with them behaving like that. Iyozane lowered their head, looking at the ground and their wobbly feet, the tension eased slightly from their shoulder.

Perhaps it was from Fumikado skipping ahead in line, perhaps it was their own thoughts siphoning away the time, but it felt like Iyozane had only blinked before they were both at the front of the line. They had to rub their eyes at the feeling when they were suddenly met with the sight of the bright pink wooden counter.

Fumikado held up a couple fingers to the smiling person behind the counter, "A box of mochi please! Give us chocolate, vanilla, and matcha for Iyozane here!"

The merchant nodded, "Coming right up. Your enthusiasm is much appreciated, but next time, please wait your turn. You might make the much more patient children cry."

"Oh." They glanced nervously behind themself, as if to check. Iyozane couldn't help but follow their gaze, as they so often did. The children directly behind them looked more annoyed than anything. But it seemed even the mere thought was enough weight on Fumikado's conscience, as they swiftly turned back to bow apologetically, "...My bad!"

The merchant gave a light chuckle, holding out a small basket full of little mochi. Woah, that was fast!

"It's alright! Just remember for the future."

Fumikado tilted their head forward as they took the basket with both hands, "Will do!"

The merchant waved them off, and just like that their little trip to such an odd merchant stand was over.

Iyozane didn't stop reeling until Fumikado found them a nice bench to sit on. They then tilt the basket forward so they can see.

"Go on! Try one! I stake a claim upon one of the chocolate ones!"

Iyozane looked the mochi over. They saw brown, green, and white at its bottom. They could tell the green ones were obviously the matcha ones, and Fumikado plucking up a brown one indicated it was the chocolate flavor. So the white ones were this "vanilla" flavor? They're kinda curious about that one, actually...

Fumikado popped the chocolate mochi into their mouth, "...Mm!!! I missed you, chocolate!"

Iyozane chuckled a little at this display. They've actually never got the opportunity to try anything with the label of "chocolate" before now. In the distant past, they only heard it in passing. Mitori had told them extensively about it in such a way that left their mouth watering. None of their wardens attendants would let them try it, saying it will rot their perfect teeth or make them sick. They weren't allowed to eat any sweets, actually. But chocolate especially.

But the present is not the past. They are no longer a lonely bird in a cage, yearning to experience the horizons beyond their window. They are a free person (if an indebted one), and able to decide for themself what to put in their own body. And if that thing rots their teeth or makes them sick?

Then let it!!!

And before they could let it stop them, Iyozane reaches into the basket, takes a green mochi between their fingers, and takes a large bite.

...Bliss.

It was definitely cold to the touch, but it was very sweet, like all the green teas they were familiar with. A touch of bitterness, which balances out the sweetness. It hurt their teeth to chew, but it was absolutely worth it.

Iyozane heard a chuckle beside them, "I take it you like the matcha flavor?"

They swallowed, smiling earnestly now, "...Guess so! Wasn't expecting it to be so cold though."

"Well duh! It's called ice cream, you dummy! It would probably be called somethin' like fire cream if it was hot!"

Iyozane rolled their eyes, "That is the worst name for a sweet I've ever heard."

"Well, I personally think it sounds pretty cool myself!" Fumikado huffed.

"Whatever makes you feel better," was all Iyozane had to say to that, directly before popping the rest of the mochi into their mouth.

Wowie...They had no idea how they went their whole life without experiencing this. How many sweets have they missed out on? How many people even got to try anything like this, knowing how unreliable Fumikado can be at times?

As if reading their mind, Fumikado leaned back, inhaling a matcha mochi they plucked up when Iyozane wasn't paying attention, "Rumor has it that the ice cream merchant is from the Outside World. Brought this sweet with, and now goes around Mugenri selling it."

"Mm," Iyozane nodded in agreement. They go for a so-called "vanilla" mochi. They took a bite as Fumikado continued.

"I can't remember who told me that rumor. Probably a servant some long time ago... but either way I knew we couldn't miss this! A shame Tsugumi didn't want to come..."

"For a rumor, it certainly has some merit to it, with a merchant stand looking like that," Iyozane pointed over at the stand in question, swallowing the rich sweet iciness in their mouth. In the distance, children rotated in and out of the line for the garish pink stand. Some clutched upside-down cone shaped cookies with brightly colored, larger versions of the filling within their own mochis.

"Hm...Good point, my dear servant! I suppose even a moron can be right every now and then."

Please don't confuse me for yourself. We walked past this stand three times trying to look for it, Iyozane sneered inwardly, too busy finishing off their vanilla mochi to actually jeer.

Not that it mattered for too much longer, for Fumikado's next words nearly made their heart leap out of their chest, "But I digress! Thanks again for coming with me today, Iyozane! It really means a lot to me!"

Iyozane had to do a double take at that. Fumikado? Sincerely thanking someone? Not their odd roundabout way of showing gratitude? They never thought they'd see the day.

In fact, Iyozane isn't used to gratitude like this at all. In another life, all of those suffocating expectations were just that: expectations. You were supposed to fulfill them, or otherwise be punished. Also, Fumikado is their boss. If anything, a lack of gratitude was to be expected.

So with that in mind, one could certainly pardon Iyozane for their flustered reaction. They fan themself with their hand, sweat beading down their forehead, and thankful the blazing heat of summer disguised their anxiety well. Although, their voice probably gave it away when they heard themself stammer a smidge:

"Uh...You-You're welcome, Fumikado-san. I mean...it's not like I had much else to do today, right?"

Scratch that. They sounded very, very nervous to their own ears. Not good not good not good-

However, if Fumikado noticed, they certainly didn't say anything. They just crossed their leg, rubbing the back of their head as if nervous themself.

"N-No! I really mean it! Whenever I got the chance to visit the ice cream merchant here, old Pops, may he rest in peace, never let me go with anyone. Well, it's not like I had many to go with to begin with. Just Chouki, but..."

Their pointy ears twitch, like most youkai do when anxious. Unbelievable. But like...in a good way? Fumikado sounded in over their head over taking them to somewhere as simple as the marketplace, and yet Iyozane couldn't help but find it weirdly endearing in its own way. The way they chuckle awkwardly was doing strange, terrible things to their heart and makes their legs go weak, and they couldn't begin to comprehend why.

They hid it well, in their opinion. They just raised an eyebrow, saying, "So you're saying you're lonely?"

"Not lonely!" they huff, "Just...in need of companionship for this very special occasion is all!"

"...So lonely?"

"No!!! You're utterly impossible sometimes, Iyozane!"

Iyozane had to cackle a bit at that. "Why of course I am. If I wasn't, we wouldn't get anything done. We'd probably still be terribly lost right now if it weren't for me."

"Don't be so arrogant. I'm the one in charge, remember?"

"Then act like it."

"Okay! Sheesh. Even emperors make mistakes, don't they?"

There was no malice in either's words. Iyozane felt a wide grin had graced their face, and Fumikado was beaming equally as much. They both laugh once more.

"Why yes. Yes they do. Would appreciate if you had a better sense of direction somedays though," Absentmindedly, Iyozane reaches into the basket for the last mochi.

And that's when, ever so suddenly, fingers, big and slightly sharp from retracted talons, brushed against their own. Iyozane let out a small yelp of surprise as they both grabbed for the little sweet, raising it up.

"Oh...Uh, whoops?" Fumikado offered awkwardly, shrugging.

It took a moment for Iyozane to respond. They were too busy staring at the chocolate mochi between their hands. If they moved just the wrong way, they could easily end up gripping Fumikado's hand instead. The thought didn't quite disturb them as much as they'd expect it to.

"Um...It's the last one...I've never had chocolate anything before..." they eventually mumble, looking away.

"Seriously?! Not even a little chip?!"

"No. Locked away for most of my life, remember?" Iyozane gently chided.

"Oh right! Uh...So how about we share it then?"

"Share it?" Iyozane parroted back at them. They looked back over to see Fumikado tug at the mochi between their fingers.

"Yeah! I get half, you get half! Think of it as generosity on my part, as a token of appreciation."

"You just want me to try chocolate, don't you?"

"And so what if I do? It's a crime against sweets for you to never have even tried it!"

That sounded like something Mitori would say as they attempted to slip them some. The guards would always catch them back then, alas.

But that was then and this is now. And right now, that sounded delightful. Iyozane nodded, their hand clenching the wooden bench beneath their hand.

And then they split the last mochi in two and ate their respective halves. The taste made all the needless struggle all the more worth it.

"...So what did you think? Was it everything you expected?" Fumikado asked, their mouth still full.

Iyozane waited a moment as they swallowed. It...wasn't quite how Mitori had built the taste up to be (though it could just be because it is cold), but it was well worth it in the end. It almost melted in their mouth, even (albeit rather literally).

"Hm...I'd say so! Can definitely see why Mitorin always loved the stuff now, at least."

"Oh come on! No shock and awe at the taste?" Fumikado pleaded.

They shook their head, "What were you expecting? I'm nowhere near as dramatic as you typically are, you know that."

"Why excuse you!!! I'm as expressive as an emperor should be!" They crossed their arms, pouting.

"Which is really dramatic apparently, but who am I to judge?" Iyozane couldn't help their snicker at the aggravated shout Fumikado let out at that, proving their point.

But that's Fumikado for you. Loud, boisterous, and more than a little dense. There's a certain charm to them though. Otherwise, they wouldn't have stuck with them as long as they have. Still doesn't explain the heart racing whenever they see them smile like that though.

But that's a question for another day. The two just chattered and babbled amongst themselves until the sun set and they had to head home. It wasn't a very interesting story, in Iyozane's mind, but it was well worth it all the same. Tsugumi had missed out! And neither of them could wait to tell them all the ways how.

Psst! Hey! I'm taking requests now! Feel free to drop one in my inbox after reading the rules here (might need to go on desktop first though)!

#ask and you shall receive (writing requests)#len'en #len'en project #len'en fanfiction #fujiwara no iyozane #taira no fumikado #I'm late by an hour or two #but consider this request my gift to the world for BoTC's release lol #anyway this request was hard because its fluff #and about characters I don't think about too much #but in the end I had an idea and ran with it #FumiIyo is one of those rare pairings that I usually default to romantic first as opposed to platonic #I think I just like the mental image of mutually pining idiots quite a bit more #(well that and the influence of my mutuals who are FumiIyo shippers)#(you know who you are lol)#also did you know they make mochi in ice cream form #because apparently they do!#I've had store bought varieties before #but never the handcrafted variety described here #it would be neat to try that someday...#but I suppose this fic shall suffice #and hopefully my writing of these two does as well!#(as this is the first time I wrote them for anything longer than a few hundred words oops lol)#(still a good thing to write though!)#boater and brawns (FumiIyo)#forming an empire is hard (new emperor team)#(meant to be in the budding stages of romantic but platonic can work if you squint I guess lol)

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cuisinecravings · 2 years

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Matcha vs. Green Tea: What’s the Difference?

Did uou wants to know the Difference Between Matcha and Green Tea? Matcha and green tea are both derived from Camellia Sinensis, a plant species (Family Theaceae) utilized in tea manufacturing. Because Matcha is largely a form of green tea, they are virtually the same. There are, however, distinctions between matcha and green tea. What is the distinction between matcha and green tea? The fundamental distinction between matcha and green tea is seen in their shape. Matcha is available in powdered form, whereas green tea is often available in loose-leaf form.

Difference Between Matcha and Green Tea

What Are the Other Distinctions Between Matcha and Green Tea?

- There are more distinctions between matcha and green tea. The packaging is one of the most noticeable differences. Green tea leaves are sold in bags or tisanes, whereas matcha powder is offered in airtight canisters and jars. You may also purchase loose leaves in large packs or jars. - There is also a distinction in terms of substance and concentration. When you ingest green tea, you are merely consuming the extract. When you drink matcha tea, however, you are consuming only green tea leaves. - Matcha powder is made from entire green tea leaves that have been finely powdered. It's a concentrated form of green tea, and you get to drink the whole thing. Green tea leaves, on the other hand, are steeped and then thrown. You are, in fact, merely drinking the extract and not the full green tea leaves. - Matcha and green tea have distinct flavors. Both may have the typical bitter flavor. Matcha, on the other hand, is more strong and flavorful since it contains concentrated green tea. - Another distinction is the caffeine content. A cup of matcha has more caffeine than a cup of green tea. - The nutritional characteristics of matcha and green tea differ as well. Matcha is higher in antioxidants than green tea. It may be more advantageous in terms of decreasing blood pressure, enhancing metabolism, and a variety of other advantages that antioxidants bring. - Matcha, in instance, has a greater concentration of Theanine. Previous research and testing at the University of Shizuoka, School of Pharmaceutical Sciences (Japan) found that drinking 3 grams of matcha in 500 ml of water considerably lowered stress levels among study participants. - Matcha and green tea are also priced differently. Matcha, particularly higher-quality varieties, is more expensive to purchase than green tea (even premium types). - In terms of shelf life, matcha differs from green tea. Green tea leaves may be stored for up to 6 months. Matcha, on the other hand, has a shorter shelf life than green tea. Within two months of opening, it might become bad and lose potency. As a result, consider purchasing matcha powder in smaller quantities. - Another distinction between matcha and green tea is the method of growing. Matcha powder manufacturers choose leaves from shade-grown plants, then dry and crush them to create matcha powder. Regular green tea does not originate from trees and leaves growing in the shade. - Matcha is also more adaptable in its use. It has numerous culinary applications. Matcha is used to make ice cream, lattes, smoothies, and noodles. It's also used by bakers to produce delicacies like mochi, panna cotta, macarons, cakes, and pies. - Finally, the preparation procedures for matcha and green tea differ. Let's go through this preparation in more detail below:

What Is the Best Way to Make Matcha Tea?

Use the easy instructions below to make a cup of energizing matcha tea: - Take 14 teaspoon of matcha powder and place it in a measuring cup. - To break up any clumps, sift the powder. - Fill a cup halfway with matcha powder. - Bring 8 ounces of water to a boil. Set away for a few minutes to rest. - Pour 2 ounces of boiling water into the mug, then sprinkle with matcha powder. - Whisk rapidly with a whisker until the powder is all absorbed and a good foam layering forms on top. - Pour in 6 ounces more hot water. Stir and mix. - Sweeten with honey or syrup to taste. - You may make a latte by substituting 6 ounces of steamed milk with 6 ounces of boiling water.

How Should Green Tea Be Prepared?

Use the easy procedures below to make a cup of delicious green tea: - Bring filtered water to a boil. - Fill your mug with around 8 ounces of water. - Drop your preferred green tea bag. Alternatively, fill your mug halfway with 2 to 3 spoons of loose green tea leaves. - Depending on the variety and quality of your tea, steep it for 30 seconds to 3 minutes. - If desired, add some sugar and a spritz of lemon juice. Difference Between Matcha and Green Tea

How Should Matcha and Green Tea Be Stored?

Opened matcha powder and green tea leaves should be stored in sealed containers. Keep them in a cold, dark, and well-ventilated area. Teas absorb aromas, so keep them away from strong-smelling items. Always keep your teas away from chemicals, detergents, perfumes, and oils.

How Much Matcha & Green Tea Should You Drink?

Because green tea includes caffeine, take it in moderation. People believe that drinking 3 to 5 cups of green tea per day is helpful, however drinking 2 to 3 cups of matcha tea is considered healthful. Before introducing matcha and green tea into your regular diet, contact with your doctor, especially if you have a medical problem, because excessive intake of green tea leaves can induce heart palpitations, reduced potassium levels, and other negative consequences.

Conclusion

- Matcha comes in powder form, whereas green tea comes in loose-leaf form. - Green tea is offered in tea bags or tisanes, whereas matcha powder is marketed in sealed canisters and jars. - Caffeine content in a cup of matcha is greater than that of a cup of green tea. - A cup of matcha contains 100 percent entire green tea leaves. - You only swallow the extract when you drink a cup of green tea. - When compared to green tea, matcha has a deeper and more robust flavor. - Matcha is higher in antioxidants than green tea. - Matcha is usually more costly than green tea. - Unlike normal green tea leaves, powdered matcha green tea leaves are produced in the shade. - Matcha has a shorter shelf life than green tea (2 months or less) (6 months or less). - Green tea leaves are steeped in hot water while matcha powder is whisked in hot water to produce a cup of tea. - Matcha has more culinary applications than green tea. Related Articles:- - How Can You Tell If Chicken is Undercooked? - What are the Risks of Eating Undercooked Salmon? - Is Chicken Considered a Meat? - Can You Mix MiraLAX with Milk? - Cereal With Water Instead Of Milk? - Sumac Substitute. What is Sumac? Read the full article

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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May I request a hug from a character of your choice. ~ local pocket dragon had a rough night.

Hellooo! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ OmO *sends you virtual hugs as well* I don’t know who you would like sooooo.... *sweats* I chose all of Bonten! Hope you like it babie (~￣³￣)~ *pats ur head* and I hope you feel better. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: Nothing. Just fluff. Semi-proofread.

Prompt: How would they hug and comfort you when you had a bad day/night.

-ˋˏ Mikey ˎˊ-

Tight hugs. The type of hugs that can be a bit suffocating at times, but you know Mikey doesn't do it to hurt you or anything mean. It just shows that he cares even if he doesn't say a word. Holds you tight, almost like a koala—like he is afraid you might disappear or dare I say, he is touch starved too. He knows how it feels like when no one is there to tell you that everything will be okay but doesn't know how to put it into words. Actions speak louder than words for him. Pats your head too!

-ˋˏ Sanzu ˎˊ-

Okay, this man may not be affectionate in public unless he wants to or it requires him. But behind doors, especially when you're down and tired, he would ask you to sit on his lap and hug you as you both watch a movie. Hand rubbing your back soothingly. Watch out though cause he may be the type to bite your ear if you continue saying mean words about yourself. If he's in a good mood, would tackle you and hug you to the point you'd complain how he's squeezing you hard.

-ˋˏ Ran ˎˊ-

Hugs you around the waist or from behind, kisses your forehead, and give you compliments. The type to praise you while hugging or to say you did a job well done. Would be the type to draw you a warm bath afterward and offer to massage your feet. Would spoil you and even carry you around if you complain that your feet ache. A huge simp if you ask me.

-ˋˏ Rindou ˎˊ-

Rindou is the type of hugger who is a bit hesitant at first, especially if it's in public. However, when you're both alone and feeling sad, he will bear hug you. No questions or anything else. Would probably be the type to make you laugh by tickling you that he turns it into a challenge to see tears in your eyes. A sadist through and through. Would offer to cook you dinner or lunch. Would spoil you rotten cause if his brother is a simp, I'm sure this dude is too, but lowkey.

-ˋˏ Kakucho ˎˊ-

Like Mikey, would give you tight hugs as well but is too afraid to crush you, so he often apologizes when he hears you groan or emit any form of discomfort. Would even ask for your consent before touching you. Will offer to massage your back, arms or feet. Will cook you your favorite meal/dish and even draw you a bath. Even when you are about to sleep, he keeps his arms around you to remind you he is there, supporting you.

-ˋˏ Takeomi ˎˊ-

Half hugs when in public, but would be the type of guy to give you back hugs as well. The type to whisper sweet words into your ear while rubbing your back. Pats your head and reminds you that you are doing your best always. Kisses your knuckles while at it. Feeling sad or tired? No problem, Takeomi will do anything to keep you happy. May take you out shopping afterward or lets you buy anything to make you smile.

-ˋˏ Kokonoi ˎˊ

Waist hugs, back or front. This man will sweep you off of your feet as well, lifting you up from the ground and hugging you tightly. And this is Koko, he would definitely spoil you. The numbers don't matter when it's you. Also gets a bit anxious whenever your smile doesn't reach your eyes that it prompts him to go beyond just to see you happy. You want the moon? He'll give it to you in a heartbeat. But when you only want his company and not some expensive jewelry, he would drop everything. You're more important than any meeting.

-ˋˏ Mochi ˎˊ-

Bear hugs all the way, boarding from protective to comforting. Would offer to take you out for lunch or dinner. Offers to take you to the nearest ice cream parlor or cafe. Very doting and doesn't care if anyone is staring. As long as you're happy, nothing matters.

#request🌠#tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #bonten x reader #bonten #fluff #tokrev fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #the fact i had to search the types of hugs #exposes how i barely get hugged lmao #hope you like this bby💓#tokyo revengers imagines

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cherry-stained-blood · 2 years

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𝐻𝑖𝑦𝑎! 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡!

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑍𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑜, 𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝐼𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑑𝑑! (𝑌𝑎𝑚𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡! 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢! ) ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑆/𝑂 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 “𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝐼𝑐𝑒“? ( 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑢𝑝! ) 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔! ( 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘!:𝐷 )

𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑎𝑦/𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔/𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 & 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙!

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒,

♥︎𝐷𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑒♥︎

breath of ice

Synopsis: How the Kamaboko squad would react to a reader trying to master breath of the ice

Pairing: Kamado Tanjirou / Zenitsu Agatsuma / Inosuke Hashibira x GN!reader (they/them)

A/N: Ah yes, the iconic trio of the Demon Slayer series. I’m very happy that you requested this! I tried to get creative when thinking about how this breathing style would work, so enjoy !

TW: Light swearing

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Boy be prepared to get bombarded with a series of different questions about this breathing style of yours

“Did you develop it on your own or did it stem from one of the originals?” “That form was so cool! What is it called?” “How do you even manage to keep this hidden for so long?”

Would definitely ask to come up with new combat techniques by combining his water breathing with your ice breathing

He also thinks that it’s just a generally cool style

Not super out there, but it has its own unique traits that make it unique

Oh he totally makes a lot of corny jokes about fire and ice too

“Haha! Get it cause- I’m fire and, you’re ice?” “Tanjirou, I love you, but what the fuck was that.”

Your number one supporter when it comes to training

This breathing style requires a separate kind of training so your body can adjust to the cold and such, and he’s very supportive on that

Will also prepare snacks for you after training

Ice skating is a must

He probably gets super nervous about it at first, but you’re there to guide him, and it actually becomes very fun!

But anywho, Tanjirou is just a super loving and caring guy who feels very lucky to have you. And you have a cool breathing style! Which is even better

Would be hella confused honestly

“Ice breathing? I never heard of it. That’s weird.”

He probably freaks out a bit upon seeing you use it, getting all paranoid that he’ll “freeze to death” or something along those lines

Zenitsu also probably does more research on it and tries to learn of the origins about it

You have a habit of making little snowflakes and blowing them towards him, which makes him all giggly and giddy

Also feels safer around you during combat

He knows how capable you are, and with you around he feels slightly less nervous when going out to fend of flesh eating demons

Only for a bit before he gets chased down and you have to save him from fucking dying

Winters are also more fun with you around

He enjoys seeing you get all happy when you’re out in the lovely winter snow, as Zenitsu knows how much winter means to you

It is after all, related to your breath style, one way or another

Also, dance with him in the snow, it’s totally worth it in the end

Zenitsu also tries to make frozen treats for you since he feels like you’d enjoy it due to your breathing style

Only before he absolutely bombed the kitchen, making you having to help him out make some pretty good ice cream mochi

Another memorable moment honestly, which is very worth treasuring

Deadass thinks you’re making this shit up

Not even joking, he thinks you’re just fooling with him

“I don’t believe you.” “But I’m being serious—“ “No.”

But after seeing your kickass style and how graceful you are, oh he was head over heals

Refuses to acknowledge how cool you are in battle with your breath style because it will deflate his ego by a landslide

He would probably ask you to use your ice breathing forms on him so he can “adjust to the cold”

This is just one of his lousy ass excuses to see you just dance around while you’re performing your ice breathing tricks

Instantly regretted it when he got wiped on the floor, but refused to admit defeat

“Hey are you okay—“ “I AM TOTALLY FINE!!!”

Secretly looking out for you just to be sure you don’t hurt yourself, since Inosuke knows the different kinds of repercussions that come with this breathing technique

Immediately scolds you when you get seriously hurt, but quickly tries to pass it off as belittling when you point out him caring for you

He’s so stubborn it’s amazing

Tries to mimic your battle positions whenever he sees you using your style

He just thinks it’s super cool alright?

Overall, all three of these boys would love you no matter what. They would try to help you with finding out the origins of your breathing style and how it came to be, but it doesn’t get in the way of your relationship <3

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neko-sufis-world · 2 years

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Did you know Herobrine and Steve loves summer and trendy outfits, because they wish they could meet their brother again to celebrate summer party, for example: Beaches, Disco, Dancefloor, ect. ^_^

Ouh. Well, as for Usagi-Ijah, she likes to spend her time with her friends at Japan, when the summer started, they are planning to go somewhere for holiday, vacation I must say. And their favourite snack or food they would like to eat is kakigori, Japanese shaved ice dessert! With syrup flavour and a sweetener, often condensed milk. She also went to the summer party like, beaches, dancefloor, karaoke to sing, etc! Ouh! And you see Usagi's favourite food is sushi, taiyaki, zaru soba, unagi and yakitori! While Yumaki's (Usagi's 1st friend) favourite food is somen, taiyaki, unagi, sushi, anmitsu and yakisoba. For Mayuki's (Usagi's 2nd friend) is ramen, shabu-shabu, yokan, hiyayakko, and hiyashi chuka. And their most favourite food is mochi, sushi and sashimi! ^^

Taiyaki: A Japanese fish-shaped cake, commonly sold as street food. It imitates the shape of tai, which it is named after. The most common filling is red bean paste that is made from sweetened azuki beans. Other common fillings may be custard, chocolate, cheese, or sweet potato.

Zaru soba: A Japanese dish of chilled soba noodles. The dish is typically served with freshly grated wasabi, thinly sliced scallions, tsuyu (mentsuyu), and a dipping sauce made from soy sauce, dashi (made with both kelp and katsuobushi, or dried bonito flakes), mirin(For Muslim, they usually use vinegar, cuz Mirin is made by alcoholic), and sake(Even sake is also alcoholic, so, Muslim use the vinegar only).

Unagi: The Japanese word for freshwater eel, is an elongated fatty fish, rich and bold in flavor.

Yakitori: Bite-size marinated pieces of beef, seafood, or chicken on skewers

Somen(Aka white noodle): Thin, white, noodles usually served cold and accompanied by dipping sauce.

Anmitsu: A Japanese dessert that dates to the Meiji era. It is made of small cubes of agar jelly, a white translucent jelly made from red algae. The agar is dissolved with water to make the jelly.

Yakisoba(Aka fried noodles): A Japanese noodle stir-fry dish. Usually soba means buckwheat, but soba in yakisoba means Chinese noodles (Chuuka soba) made from wheat flour, and are typically flavored with a condiment similar to Worcestershire sauce.

Ramen(Aka noodle): Quick-cooking egg noodles usually served in a broth with bits of meat and vegetables.

Shabu-shabu: A Japanese dish consisting of thinly sliced beef and vegetables cooked briefly in simmering broth at the table.

Yokan: A jellied dessert or confection made typically from a thick red-bean paste, sugar, and agar, formed into a solid block and eaten in slices.

Hiyayakko(Aka chilled tofu): A classic Japanese side dish. Say bye to "plain old tofu" with colorful toppings like scallions, ham and shiso, and enjoy with a versatile konbu soy sauce

Hiyashi chuka(Aka chilled Chinese): A Chinese noodle style Japanese dish consisting of chilled ramen noodles with various toppings served in the summer.

Mochi: A Japanese rice cake made of mochigome, a short-grain japonica glutinous rice, and sometimes other ingredients such as water, sugar, and cornstarch. The rice is pounded into paste and molded into the desired shape. In Japan it is traditionally made in a ceremony called mochitsuki.

After they done having a fun, they went back to the summer house to rest. And they make barbecue at night for dinner. They also made sandwich too! Peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But, Mayuki had a peanut allergic, so, she eats jelly sandwich only instead peanut butter.

For Neko-Sufi, even she lives her own in the big house at forest, she has friends, Maria, Elisa and Rolanda, she meets at café she usually go. So, she can go to the vacation with them on summer. Like went to the beaches, dancefloor and karaoke to sing. And their favourite snack is s'mores, ice cream, slushy and etc.

S'mores: A sweet snack consisting of a chocolate bar and toasted marshmallows sandwiched between graham crackers.

After they done, they went back to the hotel to rest

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harryspet · 4 years

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his to keep | j.jk

[WARNINGS] dark jungkook x named oc, toxic/abusive relationship, pregnancy, kidnapping, panic attack, super angsty, jungkook being a piece of crap, basically yandere jungkook

A/N: I just wrote this because I was feeling angsty. I also like to imagine Jungkook as if he wasn’t an adorable human lol. If you are triggered by the things about PLEASE DO NOT READ. Most of my fics are smutty but this one isn’t as much and I still like it. I might be able to do a part two with this one if people like it.

In which she finds out she’s pregnant and decides it’s time to escape her toxic relationship but Jungkook decides he’ll do everything to keep his family together.

Please like, reblog and let me know what you think!

word count: 3k

Everyone wished they were her. Even if the world didn’t even know she existed, people all around the world love to have what she had with Jungkook. Not the love they say they have for all their fans but passionate and romantic love. Obsessive love.

Eun-sun had met Jungkook because of a chance encounter. She worked at the counter of the tattoo shop he randomly stopped by one day. He was with a small group of friends and, dressed down, she didn’t immediately recognize him. It wasn’t until one of his friends had said his name that she realized one of the most famous men in the world was standing in the same room as her.

She played it cool, of course, or at least she tried to. Her heart pounded as she went to retrieve the artist that they had requested.

He seemed to single her out though and he only looked at her as his friends flipped through a book of designs. He leaned against the counter and asked her coolly, “You don’t have any tattoos?” It was the summer and her arms were completely bare so he could tell.

She shook her head, her eyes a bit wide, “Not your thing?” He continued and, for a moment. Eunsun thought he was actually interested in her.

“The permanence … it kind of scares me,” She admitted, trying not to sound nervous, “I suppose that’s not what you want to hear from a person who works at a place like this.”

Jungkook smiled at that and, like the whole world, she was entranced by it.

She worked here in order to help out her family who were struggling to make it in the city. They owned a small convenience store where she usually worked later at night.

“No, you make a good point. There has to be some voice of reason here to keep people from getting stupid tattoos,” Eunsun blushed and one of Jungkook’s friends called for him.

He smiled at me one more time before walking back over to his friends.

Eunsun didn’t know it but, in that short moment, Jungkook had decided she was worth it. Worth letting her enter his crazy world.

She initially said no and that it was a crazy idea for her to come with him around the world. She insisted she’d only be a burden to him and that she had responsibilities back in Korea that she couldn’t leave. He only insisted, deciding to make a deal with her, he’d help out with finances if she agreed to give him company on the road.

She explained that she wasn’t a prostitute and he only laughed, “Of course you aren’t, just trust me, please.”

And she agreed because he was so damn convincing but she insisted he not give her more than the money she was already earning. Jungkook never told her that he had given her parents way more than that.

Although he didn’t really present himself to the world as powerful, Jungkook was practically a prince. Every moment of his day was planned and his every wish was granted. It had become normal to him at that point but she noticed the craziness of it all.

Eun-sun had never been on a plane before but now she was traveling everywhere on a private one. She had to wear a mask constantly and soon learned she wasn’t allowed to walk with Jungkook in public. He introduced her to one of his personal assistants and she was to simply act like she was a part of their entourage. All though she became friends with his assistant, she never really felt like she belonged in his world.

It wasn’t like he could claim her publicly and she wasn’t his girlfriend anyways.

When Jungkook wasn’t working, he was with her. They talked so much that some of the makeup artists grew frustrated with her because Jungkook could never sit still anymore.

She met all the members of the famous boy group and it amazed her how naturally they tried to include her in their family. Some of the boys had their own partners and some didn’t seem like they dated at all.

Things were exciting constantly and Eun-sun loved the workings of his complicated world but there was a moment where things shifted.

A panic attack.

She had never seen someone have one and, honestly, she wasn’t sure what to do when she entered his room one night and found him on the floor trembling. His hand clutched his heart and for a moment she thought he was having a heart attack. She ran to him kneeling beside him, “Jungkook-” He was breathing so hard, hyperventilating.

“Jungkook, please tell me what’s wrong,” She whispered, her voice shaky.

He was crying, choking on his own sobs as he started to roughly grab at his hair. She grabbed his hands, pulling them away from his face, “Jungkook, it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay,” She spoke calmly, trying to get him to look in her eyes. She was holding back her own tears after seeing him like this, “Breath, breathe.”

He was still crying but his eyes finally met hers, and he started to breathe. It seemed he would lose his progress every now and then as he remembered whatever was freaking him out. As he began breathing again she said, “You’re doing such a good job. You’re so strong. Just breathe, please. Tell me what you need.”

He looked over to a black bag across the room and she understood. She crossed the room and began to look through the bag. She found a prescription bottle and began reading until she realized it was anti-anxiety medicine.

She emptied the correct amount onto her hand and found a bottle of water in the mini-fridge. She hurried back to him and got him to put the pills into his mouth. She held the water bottle as he began to sip from it.

He was still shaking and sweating all over but she held him as he started to calm down, “You’re okay, Jungkook. I know it’s scary but it’s just a feeling. You’re doing such a good job,” They sat on the floor in front of his bed and he rested his head on her lap as he tried to control his breathing.

She ran her fingers through his hair and he finally got some well-deserved sleep.

When the doctor came in the morning, he refused to let Eun-sun leave despite the advice of his managers. She was already there for him and he didn’t want to hide this from her. The constant pressure of having to do his best to impress his fans had caused the panic attack. Eun-sun was the one who convinced him to sit out for the next two tour dates.

She slept in his room from that day on and their bond only grew from there.

Eunsun liked baking, she was actually great at it. Jin had even said that he wanted to open a bakery with her one day. Knowing Jin, that could be a very real thing to happen. She enjoyed when they stayed in houses and not hotels because she could utilize the kitchens.

She had perfected her Japanese mochi ice cream and she was ready to serve it to the boys for their dinner. Most of them were out on the terrace, having finished their dinners, and were sitting around the fire. She was delicately placing the desserts on a plate when she felt someone brush behind her.

She was about to lean back into the person until she realized it was Minho, their personal trainer, and she immediately blushed and bowed her head in apology, “I’m sorry, I thought you were Jungkook,” she laughed nervously.

The muscular man only smirked, leaning against the counter with crossed arms, “You’re very smitten with each other, aren’t you?”

“Uhm,” She opened her mouth, trying to find something intelligent to say, “You could say that.” She felt his eyes burning into her and she moved quicker, trying to get the food onto the platter.

“Wait, did you check with the nutritionist about those? The boys are on strict diets.”

She turned around to face him, her mouth in the form of an ‘o’. “Oh, I didn’t mean to interfere. It’s fine, I can just-”

“I’m kidding,” His lips pulled into a smile, “They eat whatever they want most of the time.”

It seemed he expected her to laugh so that’s what she did, trying not to create an awkward silence. She lifted the platter and said, “Would you like to try one?” He nodded, plucking one off.

“Eun-sun,” She turned to see Jungkook staring at them from the screen door that led outside. She had never seen that look before, disgust, and it not was not only directed at Minho but at her, “Everyone’s waiting.”

“Sorry,” She apologized though she wasn’t sure what she had done wrong. She didn’t give Minho another glance as she walked towards Jungkook, “I didn’t know everyone was waiting.”

Jungkook closed the door behind them, that dark look in his eyes. That night, as she shared her treats with all the boys, Jungkook didn’t say a word. She only noticed how his arm was always snaked around her, like he had to be touching her or she might flow away somehow.

He began drinking too, something that often helped with his anxiety. She noticed that he usually just melted into his own world when he was drunk and that’s what happened that night.

They stayed up talking and laughing until the fire burnt out and they all realized they had a plane to catch in the morning. Eunsun tried to help Jungkook up to his room but he responded harshly to her, “I can do it, I’m not drunk.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line and she tried not to seem hurt. She watched him stumble up the rest of the steps, “Jungkook, I’m gonna get you some water,” He mumbled some curse word and she turned away from him.

She retrieved a glass for him and returned upstairs to their room. She sat the glass down on his nightstand and turned out the light. Jungkook had already plopped onto the bed tiredly. She went into the bathroom and prepared for bed, putting on a pair of pajamas. He was still wearing his jeans when she walked out of the bathroom, “Don’t you want to change your pants?” She asked as she slipped in the bed.

He groaned as if she had woken him up, and then he began to undo his belt. She was silent, unsure of what to do because he had never undressed in front of her. She was sure he didn’t care because he was drunk and simply looked away, pulling the comforter over her.

Minutes later, the bed dipped beside her and she felt his body warmth against her. He pressed his front into her back, wrapping his arms around her. He still smelt of soju and it was starting to make her feel nauseous, “Jungkook, go take a shower if you’re going to do that.”

He ignored her and that’s when she felt the soft kisses on her shoulder blade. She flinched, the feeling so foreign, and pretty much nailed him in the nose in the process, “Aigoo,” he cursed, laying back.

Eun-sun turned quickly, hoping it wasn’t bleeding, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry-” She didn’t have time to worry anymore because he leaned up to kiss her. And she kissed him back.

He craved more, his fingers beginning to lift the fabric of her nightshirt, “Jungkook . . . you’re drunk and I’ve never even-”

He shushed her, “Let’s make each other feel good, okay? I need that and you’re the only thing that makes me feel happy these days.”

He pressed his lips to hers and, that night, she gave herself to him.

Despite the special night they had, Jungkook was hungover in the morning. They all sat at the breakfast table but Jungkook had his head down. Eunsun tried to encourage him to eat something greasy but he ignored her.

She was picking at her plate, talking to the boys, when she noticed someone was missing, “Where’s Minho?”

They seemed to go silent at that and all of them looked at Jungkook and then back at me, “I think he’s going home for the rest of the tour,” Namjoon spoke up though he seemed unsure of his words.

Jungkook lifted his head, grabbing his water, before saying to no one, “I fired him.”

Eunsun stared at him with wide eyes, “What do you mean?”

Jungkook sipped his water, leaning on the table, “I mean that I hope he never works another day in his life.” And the silence in the room was deadly.

Eunsun gave him an incredulous look but Jungkook didn’t even meet her eyes, “This is because of yesterday?”

“I saw the way he looked at you,” Jungkook sneered, “He should’ve known better, fucking creep.”

“No,” Jungkook snapped his head toward her and she shifted uncomfortably, “Y-You should no better. All he did was talk to me and you’re acting like a child who had his favorite toy stolen.” Eunsun stood suddenly, not wanting to argue anymore in front of everyone.

She walked away from the dining room, “Eunsun, come back here!” She didn’t and it wasn’t long before she heard glass shattering against the wall.

“Eunsun, please open the door. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for getting so angry.”

“You don’t understand, Eunsun, it’s because I love you. And I’m just stressed from the tour.”

“Please, can we just be alone together and talk?”

“I know it was wrong what I did. You have to forgive me. You have to let me make it up to you . . . I don’t think I’ll make it through this without you”

She stayed for happy moments. For getting to watch him perform in front of thousands of people. For seeing him laugh so much in all his American interviews. For the nights spent watching movies. For the photos taken while sightseeing. For the sex when he was sober. For being known as Jungkook’s girl to everyone on the team.

But it only lasted two months.

Because of the night he got into a physical altercation with a staff member who had made a snide remark about Eunsun being a whore. The man’s face was unrecognizable after Jungkook released all his anger into him. He defended her but he became a monster when he did.

He had to be taken to the hospital because of how bad he bruised his knuckles. Eunsun didn’t go with him and he almost started another fight trying to get to her. Luckily, his members convinced him to go without her. She returned to the hotel with a test given to her by one of the makeup artists.

She took three and each one had those two double lines.

By the time Jungkook got back to the hotel, she was on a plane back to South Korea. And she and her family had plans to disappear as soon as she landed.

“You always do this. You’re overreacting. Answer your phone. I love you.”

“This isn’t funny. You’re supposed to be my girlfriend. I love you.”

“I’m just trying to protect you, Eunsun. It’s because I love you.”

She didn’t want him, at first. But as her stomach grew rounder and she felt his kick, she fell in love. Even after she first saw him in the hospital and realized how much he looked like Jungkook.

Her Junghoon.

The small town they moved to had a bakery and Eunsun made her living in the day by making deliveries. She hoped one day they’d consider giving her a spot in the kitchen, even if it was for washing dishes. Her mother stayed home to watch Junghoon and her father worked most nights.

She returned home one night with a cake to celebrate Junghoon already being five months old, but, as soon as she walked through the door, the cake fell right to the floor. Her mother was standing in the kitchen weeping, one of his bodyguards’ keeping on her, and Jungkook was sitting in the small living room. Junghoon was in his hands being rocked.

The baby was silent as if he knew who Jungkook was.

Eunsun stepped into the dim light of the living room and Jungkook looked up at her, “He’s beautiful. He looks just like his Mommy,” Two of his bodyguards were in the small room too. They seemed to have dark intentions just like their boss.

“Let me hold him,” Eunsun spoke and then a gun cocked. She eyed the bodyguard across the room and there was a gun in his hand. Jungkook raised a hand to the man as if to say calm down. “Jungkook, let me hold him.”

Her lips were trembling now.

“I was going to let you go. I was. And then I found out you took a pregnancy test the day you left,” She was so close. So close. “I didn’t know until a month ago. You robbed me of knowing I had a son. I didn’t get to name my own sun. Didn’t get to see him take his first breath. And you were okay with that.”

His voice was laced with venom but he didn’t yell, only because his son was in his arms, “Why would I want him raised by a monster?” She spoke through gritted teeth.

“That’s what you think of me?” She nodded and tears began to swell around his eyes, “All I ever did was love you, Eunsun, and I will be in his life. We’re all going to be a family.”

Her heart stopped, “It’s too late for that.”

“If you want your parents alive then you’ll come with me. And you won’t fight it.”

“You sick fuck-”

“You stole Junghoon away from me, it’s only fair,” Jungkook moved closer to her. They were both crying but Jungkook’s were happy tears, “I’m sorry, Eunsun. We start fresh now. We’ll be a family.”

And they’d be as broken as families come.

My request are open! This is my first jungkook fic but I few more works so check out my # masterlist :)

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captainchocolatesstuff · 4 years

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Paw Prints

Alpha!Josuke x Omega!Reader

You had a dog once when you were young. She was an American pit bull terrier, had black splotches on her white coat, and the most adorable smile that you loved. Her name was Dahlia, and she was the best companion you could ever ask for when you were young. There was also a small nightly ritual when you both went to sleep on your bed, you would cover Dahlia’s back with a lavender blanket that had white paw prints all over it before she would scoot closer to your small body to keep you warm during the night. She was always with you and she was always your very first friend, she was there for you when your parents divorced, she was there when you got hurt in the playground, and she was there when your parents brought you home after you were born.

So it made sense that you would be there for her when she passed away next to you on your bed, covered in your favorite blanket. You could remember bawling your eyes out as your dad came in only to find you crying as you hugged Dahlia tightly. You and your dad cried together that night. Since then you kept that paw-printed blanket close, it was the first item you scented once you presented as an omega, and in a way it made you feel closer to Dahlia. Eventually, your dad found work in Japan in a small town called Morioh and you didn’t mind it at all. Your mom hardly made contact with you or your father anyways, so you didn’t see a problem with it.

You got used to the place eventually, it wasn’t like city life but you were content with that. You didn’t make too many friends but Yukako Yamagishi, a beta, was the first friend you made when you first moved in. She helped you with your stumbling Japanese when your father couldn’t help you, there were also sleepovers shared between you two, and despite being a beta she often helped chase away any rude and condescending alphas that tried to make a pass at you. She was like the sister you never got the chance to have, and you appreciated the fact that she was in your life.

Though recently you have been seeing a humanoid with a dog skull on her head, she also had a skeletal dog looking tail, she didn’t speak as far as you could tell but she did mimick dog sounds. Apparently, your father couldn’t see her so you figured she was an apparition of some sort that could shift in between “her” humanoid and beast form.

When you told Yukako you were worried that she’d think you were sick but it came as a surprise to you when she also told you about what her hair can do now what it didn’t previously. You both ended up helping each other name them as time went on, but lately, things had gotten a bit strange for you since then.

After hearing about Yukako getting together with her crush you soon realized how much time you had on your hands since her little dates, so you did the best you could to make the most of it without your friend. You went out getting books and manga with your allowance and got some treats on the way both for your self and for any animal you happened to run by. While licking your ice cream you heard a whine, pausing your steps you looked around trying to figure out where it came from.

“Hey, come on bud, don’t give me a hard time now, I’m trying to help you”, you hear an exasperated sigh and some rustling.

Following the voice, you soon found a boy, and judging by his uniform he attended the same school as you. You heard a yip that sounded like a puppy and was about to walk over until you saw a pink and blue figure rise up from behind him. You starred in silent awe as you watched him and his “companion” leaned down and picked up a puppy. The dog looked to be of a Shiba Inu breed.

“See, now that wasn’t so bad! Heh! But~ you’re pretty dirty with all that mud on ya”, the boy says as his companion places the pup in his hands.

You couldn’t help but giggle, revealing your location making the boy snap his attention over to you, “Oh! Uh- hey! Is this your dog?”, he asks as he lifts the pup.

You shook your head, “No, I actually came over because I heard the puppy, I was gonna help but I see that someone beat me to it”, you say as you walk over, when you were close enough you were mildly surprised by his scent that practically screamed Apex Alpha, still though you shrugged it off in favor of looking at the pup.

“I live nearby, wanna come over so we can clean them up before taking them to the shelter?”, you ask.

“Oh, sure! I don’t have much else to do anyway”, he shrugged sheepishly before following you.

The puppy squirmed in his hold as you introduced yourself, “I’m (Y/n) by the way, (Y/n) (L/n)”.

“Oh! I think I heard of you, ah well, anyways, I’m Josuke Higashikata! Er, do you happen to know a Yukako Yamagishi?”, he asked after he introduced himself.

You help him adjust the puppy in his hold before speaking, “Yes actually, she was one of my first friends when I moved over here, though right now she’s out somewhere with her boyfriend”, you explain before asking, “Why, do you know her?”

“Yeah, we’re acquaintances so to say~ and her boyfriend just so happens to be a friend of mine”, he grins.

“Oh! So you’re a friend of Koichi Hirose”, you point out before smiling, “Wow, how coincidental that we run into each other then…”, you trail off before blurting out, “That, and I’m also surprised to see that there are more people like me and Yukako-chan”.

“Hm?! You have a stand too?!”, he asked, surprise clearly written all over his face.

“Oh? Is that what they are called? Ah- then I guess I do have a “stand” I call her Wolf and Dog”, you say as you summon your ‘stand’. She perked up at the sight of the pup and leaned down as the puppy sniffed around.

“A-ah? Why that name?”, Josuke asked, a bit puzzled.

“You see, she has two forms the one you see now and another one that takes on a more bestial appearance, she looks more like a wolf in her beast form and she kinda acts like a dog in her humanoid form despite having a mostly human form”, you explain.

“Wow, your probably the first Omega that I have met that has a stand”, Joske awed at your stand before summoning his, and now that you had a closer look the stand’s armor kind of reminded you of the hardness of a diamond, “This is my stand, I call him Crazy Diamond”.

“How fitting”, you chirp making him look over at you questionably, “His armor kind of reminds me of a diamond”, you explain briefly before arriving at your home.

You lead Josuke inside your home and to the restroom, as you both set up the bath to clean up the puppy, you two really tried to calm the squirming dog and for half the time the poor thing cried until you were able to persuade it with treats.

Josuke was busy drying the pup, and as he did he couldn’t help but look at the pictures that happened to be around the house, he saw some that had your parents, yourself, and a dog. The ones that caught his attention the most were the ones that included you and the dog that you were so happy with, your dad was occasionally included, and some of them even had the years on them. His eyes soon wandered to one picture that had your dad, your self, and the old dog with a blanket that had paw prints on it, but the one after that only had you and your dad and the picture was seemingly taken the year after the one he saw before with no dog in sight, but you were holding the paw-printed blanket.

“Her name was Dahlia if that’s what you were wondering”, your voice interrupted his train of thought as he blinked before looking over at you.

“Dahlia?”, he asked, not noticing the puppy moving around on his lap until he felt the pup nuzzle it’s face into his stomach, in mute surprise he looked down at the pup before picking it up and cradling it.

“Yep, she was a good dog, was there for me since my birth”, you smile as you walk over to him and pat the puppy’s head before moving away.

“Woah, really?”, Josuke looked at you as you picked up a picture that had you and your dog together.

“Yep! She was a great friend and helped me through tough times, but she passed away when we were sleeping, it did hurt for a while but I pulled through when I decided to keep her blanket as mine”, you smile at him, “It made me feel closer to her in a sense, I wasn’t really ready to get a new dog not that I could at the time or at all really since we moved here it’s been different”, you shrug before standing and stretching.

“Ready to go drop them off?”, you ask.

Josuke smiled at you before nodding, “Yeah~ Let’s go, ‘sides I am pretty sure my mom is wondering where I am”, he chuckled.

~~~

Since that day, you and Josuke have been running into one another a lot more, he even introduced you to a friend of his, Okuyasu Nijimura. An alpha that was more gentle than one could imagine since his appearance had a tendency to drive away others, but you two became quick friends since his childish and dorky persona got to you quickly. But when Josuke and Okuyasu were together you couldn’t help but think of them as energetic puppies, in a positive sense of course, and their energy often got to you too since the time you hung around them.

“So what do you plan on doing after school is done (Y/n)?”, Okuyasu asked before taking a sip from his milk carton.

Josuke blinked for a moment as he looked up at you from his meal, “Oh yeah I forgot to ask you that…~”

You smiled, “Well I was thinking of going out to the ice cream shop before walking over to the shelter to check on Mochi”, you answer before taking a bite of your sandwich.

“Mochi? Oh! Is that the puppy we rescued a month while back?”, Josuke asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yep! But for some reason no one has offered to adopt him yet, I thought people would want the puppy”, you hum as you give a thoughtful look.

“You guys rescued a puppy?!”, Okuyasu exclaimed as you looked between you two.

You chuckle as Josuke looked over at his friend, “Hm? I thought I told you about that already, it was how I met (Y/n)”.

“Really? I guess I forgot”, Okuyasu cupped his chin between his thumb and forefinger as he tried to recall the moment, but then his eyes snapped back between you two as he asked, “Can I visit him with you (Y/n)?!”

“Sure, I don’t mind, I assume you’re also coming too right Josuke?”, you cheekily ask.

A light pink dusted Josuke’s cheeks before he smiled at you, “Of course! Besides it’s been a while since I last had ice cream”.

You nodded as you grin, “Alright then, let's head to the ice cream place first”, you chirp as you march forward.

Josuke let a small smile form on his lips as he watched you do your peppy little march until Okuyasu elbowed him with a chuckle, startling him, “Gah! Okuyasu~! What was that for!?”, Josuke gave his friend a light glare as Okuyasu smiled at him.

“Dude, you’re being so obvious right now!”, Okuyasu pointed out as he discreetly gestured towards you, “You totally have the hots for (Y/n)!”his friend whisper shouted making Josuke stumble on his words as he stared wide- eyed at his friend.

“W-wha-?! What made you come to that conclusion!!”, Josuke panicked as he looked over at you briefly, already feeling his cheeks heat up more.

“That’s cuz you’re being obvious bro, your face is even getting all red!”, Okuyasu laughed before Josuke shushed him by quickly placing his hand over his mouth, “Shush Okuyasu! What if she hears you?!”, taking a quick look at you he saw that you were talking to another student before he looked back at Okuyasu, “Can we talk about this later? I- don’t know if I can say anything yet”, he pleaded with his friend as he let him go.

Okuyasu nodded as did a quick thumbs up as he whispered, “I promise to keep my lips shut”.

You turned to look over your shoulder before waving at the two boys as your classmate left while scribbling notes on their book, “Hey! Josuke! Okuyasu! Hurry up you slow pokes!”.

“Coming!”, they shout as they jog up to you so you could all go to the ice cream shop.

Once you all got your Ice creams you made your way to the shelter, talking about school and home lives and even cracked a few jokes here and there, all while Okuyasu occasionally spotted his friend with a small smile and a soft look in his eyes when his attention was on you.

“Hey, we’re here!” Okuyasu yelled.

You smiled at his enthusiasm as you finished your cone, “Alright then, let's go see Mochi!”, you chirp.

Josuke opened the door for you as he and Okuyasu entered together, you talked to the receptionist before being lead to the dog kennels, soon enough you saw a wagging tail waiting for you as one of the workers laughed, “Mochi missed you so much, are you sure you can’t take him home (L/n)-san?”, she asked.

“Well, I’d like to but I… still don’t know if I’m ready to have another dog just yet”, you chuckle nervously as you pat the puppy.

“You may want to make up your mind soon, otherwise the next time you visit the little guy will have a home already”, the worker says before leaving.

You give a weak smile towards the gnawing puppy before picking him up and walking back to the boys, when you saw Okuyasu you waved him over when they looked over at you, “Say hello to Mochi guys!”

You grin as Okuyasu grinned and made his way over to you before stroking Mochi who in turn yipped, “Aw~ He’s so fluffy and round! Man, now I wish I had a dog!”, Okuyasu whines as Josuke makes his way over and strokes the puppy’s ears.

“Hey Mo~ How's it going buddy”, Josuke greets the puppy, Mochi only barked in response as he excitedly licked Josuke’s hand, “Missed you too buddy”, he chuckled.

You all spent time playing with Mochi for nearly three hours, but you had to leave since you guys had homework to finish up, Josuke and Okuyasu were kind enough to drop you off at home, but when they left you couldn’t help but stare at Josuke’s figure for a while longer. A small purr of content made its way to your chest as your omega let out a mute whine at seeing the apex leave with his alpha friend4

“Maybe… another time”, you think as you close your house door.

“So can we talk about it now?”, Okuyasu, asked much to Josuke’s dismay, but in the end he admittedly wanted someone to confide in.

“I… I do like her… a lot”, Josuke admits as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Then why not ask her out already?”, Okuyasu asked, oblivious to the silent battle Josuke was having with himself.

“That’s the thing! I don’t know if she likes me back! I like her I really do but I just don’t know how to go about and approach her, I mean it would be embarrassing to make her a gift only to get rejected, I don’t think my inner apex would handle that well”, Josuke says as a low rumble like whine thumbed his chest.

Okyuasu pat his back to comfort his conflicted friend, “Look, I’m not exactly an expert on all this- uh- “love” struggle, but i’ll be cheering you on from the side lines, I’m sure you have a good chance with her”, Okuyasu smiles before a warble escaped his chest as tears and snoot ran down his face, “That’ll also mean I will be the only one in our group to not have a girlfriend!”, he cried.

Josuke chuckled as he comforted his friend, but nonetheless appreciated his friend's support, “Thanks Okuyasu”.

After parting ways Josuke entered his home with a tired sigh as he sat at the kitchen table, he rested his head on his crossed arms as he stared at the table cloth’s patterns.

“Josuke can you- Hm? Josuke what’s wrong?”, his mom asked him, her alpha scent that was once neutral now radiating comforting soft scents like caramel and sugar as she approached her son while purring after smelling the aroma of dust and overheated wires, rather than his usual hairspray and hazelnut mix.

“I-... like an omega”, he mumbled at the end, Tomoko chuckled as she pat her son’s shoulder.

“You know I can’t hear you when you hide your face like that”, Tomoko gives Josuke’s shoulder a comforting squeeze before dragging a chair to sit in front of her son as she sighed, “Now, can you repeat what you said?”

Josuke felt his cheeks flush as he sat up a bit straighter, “I really want to court an omega, but… I don’t know if she’ll like me”, he trails off.

Tomoko jovally laughed, making Josuke pout but before he could say anything he beat him to the punch, “Josuke, it is normal to feel nervous when it comes to things like this, now what’s the name of this omega that caught your attention?”.

Josuke blushed but sighed as he let himself relax, “(Y/n) (L/n), I met her a few months back when I was trying to help a puppy out of a pit”, he revealed.

“(Y/n) huh, can you tell me about her?”, Tomoko was patient when she saw the gentle smile on her son’s face, a look she was mildly taken aback by but nonetheless smiled at.

“She is very kind, and supportive, she’s a bit quiet at first when you meet her but she can be pretty outgoing when you get to know her, yet she’s still soft spoken with her words and almost loyal to a fault to those she gets close to, and she it always willing to help others”, Joske didn’t know it but as he talked more and more about you, his smile was growing as his aroma began to take on a softer scent.

“She sounds amazing Josuke”, Tomoko smiles as she grabs her son’s hand and gives a gentle squeeze, “I suggest, you go for it Josuke, from what I can tell she is a good person, but if you wait too long someone else might snatch her away before you get the chance to tell her”

Josuke’s inner alpha growled and whined at the thought but when his mom gently shook his hand, he listened to what she had to say, “So don’t let this chance slip away, you might not get another one”.

Josuke gave a small smile as his mom hugged him while he hugged her back, all while a thought came to mind.

“Hey mom, can you help me with something?”.

~~~

Your heat was going to come soon, and the reason why you knew this was because of the calendar you had hanging on your door, a red marker indicating when your heat would begin and end, your father worried about you at this time but you waved him off and reassured him about your upcoming heat. And in the process of it all you were also planning on telling Josuke your feelings, by giving him the blanket you adored.

You were nervous really, but you didn’t want to wait around after weeks of realizing the feelings you harbord for him. But, you were also scared, what would be the point of it all if he flat out rejected your courting offer.

Still, you took a deep breath and attended to school regularly, but it did take you a bit by surprise when Josuke approached you, “Hey (Y/n), would you mind coming over to my house after school I got something I want to show you”, he smiled at you bashfully as he waited for your answer.

Momentarily caught off guard you couldn’t help but blush as you smiled at him, “U-uh sure! I wouldn’t mind at all!”, you grin as he beamed at you.

“That’s great! I’ll see you after school (Y/n)!”, he waves as he goes to his class while you went to yours, returning his wave.

For the rest of the period you couldn’t really focus on your studies, you caught yourself occasionally day dreaming as you anxiously waited for the day to end, but once it did you got anxious again wondering if it was a good time to give Josuke the blanket.

As you waited by the gate you had the urge to cuddle your blanket, so you quickly looked around before taking out the folded blanket and hugging it, purring softly until a distressed chirp escaped you when you felt a rough shove push you to the ground.

Growls sounded above you as two omega and beta scents entered your nose making you snap your head up, you glared at them with a growl of your own, “Hey! What was that for?!”.

“Stay away from Josuke-kun you stupid pup-maker!”, one of the omegas growled at you as the beta stepped in by ripping your blanket away from you, panic and fury surging in you as you attempted to reach out for your blanket.

“Hey- ack!”, you felt a kick to your side as you were pushed down by the other omega.

“Were you seriously planning on giving this pathetic fabric to Josuke? You really are a stupid forgener you know”, the beta huffed, then you heard a tear and you stared in horror as you watched your blanket be ripped in two, “Heh, it’s even weak too, couldn’t last a tug”, she taunted. The other two omegas looked mildly panicked when they realized what she did.

You bare your fangs as Dog and Wolf took on it’s beastal appearence and attacked one of the omegas as you launched yourself at the beta with a feral roar, panicked cries and shrieks came from then as you grappled with the beta, landing a few punches and scratches. You kept at it until you felt a strong pair of arms pull you away.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Stop, stop it’s okay! I’m here now!”, you hear Josuke’s panicked words attempt to comfort you as you struggle, so he began to chur as he hugged you while turning around to bury your face in his chest.

Soon you stopped struggling and began to stiffly sob in his chest while Josuke stared at the girls, “What did you do?”.

“We didn’t do anything honest! She went feral out of nowhere an attacked-”

“No, Yukiko ripped her blanket, we- we just wanted to intimidate her but… Yukiko went too far!”, one omega revealed.

“Hana!!”, the beta cried out at her friend's betrayal.

“No Hana is right, you went too far Yukiko”, the second omega says.

Your sobbing was quiet as Josuke held you protectively, “Please leave… what you guys did, what you were doing was disgusting… so leave and don’t come near (Y/n) again unless you’re going to apologize”, he says, you heard the thumping of feet before Josuke slowly let you go.

“Crazy Diamond”, Josuke called the stand out, you turned your head slightly as you let go of Josuke and watched as the stand let out a ‘Dora’ as it fixed your blanket back together.

Josuke grabbed it before giving it to you, “Here”, he says softly, only for you two gently push it back to him, making him pause, “...(Y/n)?”.

“It was… it was my offering to you since… my heat will be coming soon I just thought… just thought-”, your voice was cracking as your hand shook, already assuming the worse as Josuke stood there silently before you jolted at his sudden embrace.

“I- am very happy- that you trust me with this (Y/n)!”, Josuke exclaimed as churrs rumbled from his chest, soon your purrs began to mix in with his as you embraced him tightly.

Bounus:

“So I also have something for you waiting at my house, it was going to be a surprise but I might as well say that it is a courting gift”, Josuke bashfully rubbed his neck as his other hand held yours.

“Thank you Josuke, really, I feel pretty lucky to have you as an alpha now~”, you chuckle as a blush settled on both of your faces, Josuke opened his door as he smiled at you.

“I also got help from my mom so I’m sure you’ll love this”, he reveals making you tilt your head until you hear jingling coming from down the hall, and excited yips. You gasp at the familiar puppy.

“Mochi!”, you squeal as you bent down to pick up the puppy, you smile as he licked your face until you caught something on his caller, it was a handmade bracelet.

You looked up at Josuke with a smile, “Do you really want me to marry you this early Josuke?”

“(Y/n)!!”

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #Diamond is Unbreakable #Josuke Higashitaka #josuke higashikata x reader #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #omega!reader #alpha!josuke #jjba x reader #JJBA

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kokobop-fire · 3 years

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Cravings {Im Jaebum}

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the gifts that I use, also English is not my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Baby Shower

You smile when Jessica put the chocolate ice cream in front of you; the two of you were eating everything you wanted it's your birthday, and you were going to enjoy it thoroughly; you put the words of your gynecologist in the back of your mind, you had ignored all your cravings, and today you were going to listen to them.

"That's your last ice cream until the party; you already finished a pot of ice cream alone" you shrugged; Jessica finished decorating the room "Do you think the place is safe enough for Youngjae's daughter?"

"I guess, what worries me the mos tit's that got7 is coming, why does he have to bring them?" It wasn't that you didn't like them; you've never interacted with them, you were afraid that they would hate you, you had enough on your mind with Jaebum's parents. "Besides, who told Jaebum that it's my birthday?"

Jessica went silent as she pretended to arrange the tablecloth "Jessica, Why?"

"He asked me."

"When?"

"One day," you looked at her with a raised eyebrow; you could see her ears turn red; she was lying. "Fine, he wrote to me. Lately, we have been talking a lot via text".

That surprised you, well not so much, you had noticed that Jaebum was talking to Jessica a lot, even flirting while she was on duty at the cafe, one day you could swear that Jaebum was going to kiss her if you had not entered the restaurant with your grandmother.

"Honey, can you help me finish making the kimchi?" your grandmother's voice interrupted the awkward silence that had formed in the room.

It wasn't that it bothered you that you and Jaebum weren't together r, but that didn't stop you from feeling a bit jealous.

"I don't think all this food is necessary, grandma, they are idols, most likely they are all on some strict diet, apart from that, I want pizza."

"Not in my watch you have to eat healthily; the baby needs her mother to be completely healthy to take care of her" You could feel how the baby moved

"Look, she likes her grandmother's voice."

You tried to smile, but your mind did not leave the image of Jaebum and Jessica. Would they be a good couple? You and jaebum never got that chance. You closed your eyes, trying to control yourself; today was your day.

You smiled at Youngjae's girlfriend, she was a sweet girl, and she's the only one who hasn't looked at you weirdly since they arrived "I know what cravings feel like; I torture Youngjae with mine."

In the distance, you could see Jessica talking to Jaebum; you closed your eyes again, trying to control yourself "Can you give me a moment?"

You locked yourself in the bathroom to control yourself, you were in a bad mood, your feet hurt, you were hungry, you are dying to eat a giant hamburger, but you did not have the heart to tell your grandmother that the Miyukguk made you nauseous. And above all, you had received Jaebum's friends at your house, and all they have done is look at you badly or leave the conversations when Jaebum introduced you.

You came out of the bathroom, a little calmer.

"Honey, we're going to sing the birthday, the boys told me that they have to go for a dance practice," your grandmother told you taking your arm, you frowned at her words, Jaebum told you they had the next two days off "They are so kind, and the baby has the most beautiful cheeks in the world, they look like mochis."

Sure, Grandma, they are nice to you, but not to me; they hate you so much that they already got the perfect excuse to leave your party. You went to Jaebum to ask if it was true,

"What are we laughing at?" You snap; Jessica looked at you a little worried.

"Jessica was telling me how yesterday you were eating mayonnaise and ketchup in the dark of the kitchen." Jaebum kept laughing; that wasn't true. "I had heard that cravings were crazy, but eating mayonnaise and ketchup right out of the pot is gross ..."

"It was not mayonnaise and ketchup; it was marshmallow cream and homemade jam that my grandmother had prepared," You interrupted Jaebum, a little angry "It's normal; it's something I ate way before pregnancy."

Jaebum was going to say something, but your grandmother came out of the kitchen with giant chocolate fudge; Jessica, Youngjae's girlfriend, and your grandmother were the only ones singing happy birthday.

"You know what? Stop, go if you don't want to be here, my birthday is not a day for me to have a bad time and less to be surrounded by hypocritical people "you yelled, you had already reached your top, you could see how Jackson whispered something to Jinyoung "I opened the doors of my house for all of you, and all you guys have done is ignore me."

They were silent, looking at you with pity "I'm trying to control myself, not being a hothead, but none of you do your part; I know our situation is not the best, but at least I'm trying to control myself, and what I get from your part of his hatred, the only one who has been good enough to me has been Youngjae's girlfriend ..."

"My name is…."

"Not now," You screamed again, scaring the baby she was holding "You know what? I'm the one who's going to go; you guys stay and enjoy the rest of the party."

You went to the door, while you grabbed your bag "(Y / N), wait" you heard Jaebum's voice when you were about to leave the cafe, you turned around to meet Jessica and Jaebum "Please stay the boys are sorry."

"Besides, is your favorite cake" I try to smile, Jessica.

"Keep it, as well as you want to stay with Jaebum," you shouted again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"It's 16,285.95", the cashier told you; you took a taxi to Itaewon; it was the first place that occurred to you, apart from the farthest from your house. "Keep the change."

You had started to walk around the place, you felt like a stranger, a pregnant woman on a Saturday night in the area with the most open clubs and bars, the street was full of people, when you found the store, you went in to relax until the cravings came in. You bought all the chocolates that you could carry in your arms.

"(Y / N?)" You heard someone call, and you found the face of an old classmate. "Long time no see."

Jisoo was a fellow who sat next to you in economics. "Hi Jisoo," you smiled at him as you sat on the chair outside the store.

"How are you?" Jisoo was one of the most handsome men that had been in your class, and you and Jessica had had a little crush in the "Apart from Pregnant."

you feel your face turn red "Well, I'm alone on my birthday, and I just bought 16,000 won worth of candy bars; what did you think?"

"Huh... what happened?"

"Well, I made the mistake of yelling at my grandmother and scaring a baby, just because the hormones have me neurotic enough to think that Jessica and Jaebum have something behind my back."

Jisoo was silent for a moment. "Got7's Jaebum?" I nodded slightly. "Most likely, yes."

I looked at him, surprised, "Why?"

"Jessica always talked about how beautiful he is and how beautiful his voice is; after a while, it becomes annoying when you try to pay attention to what the teacher is explaining."

"Really?" he nodded with a big smile.

"Maybe Jessica is the victim here; you took her favorite idol and got pregnant with him, maybe she flirts with him from time to time and He too because Jessica is pretty. "He paused and looked me straight in the eye." Answer quickly, do you love Jaebum? "

"No," you gasp.

"There is your answer, you don't want it and look at it this way, what better person than Jessica to be the stepmother of your baby? Someone you already know and trust blindly."

You stay silent thinking about his words; he was right; Jessica was your best friend since you could remember, always protecting you, and now you get jealous just because a man was paying attention to her. "I think maybe I'm jealous because Jaebum is taking away my best friend."

"You're weird" you playfully hit him on the shoulder.

"I guess I'm done with the whole dating thing too," you sighed, taking the bag with your candy bars "there's one more thing in my life that's suddenly completely different; this is hard."

"Yeah, on the other hand, in a couple of months, you're gonna have something you're going to love more than any guy, just wait until you see your baby face."

"Thanks, Jisoo," you gave him a side hug.

"You want to grab something to eat?"

"I think I'm going home; I owe some apologies to a couple of people and aside i’m going to eat these ten candy bars."

"Hey, I think I cheer you up."

"Oh, you did. There are 20 in here," You laugh when you saw his surprised face.

"Goodnight, Jisoo"

"Goodnight (Y / N)"

Maybe Jessica dating Jaebum is a bad thing.

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4brrrr · 4 years

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They were trainees then, young but not naive. They were well-aware of the challenges life would constantly throw at them once they cross the wide one-way bridge that connects the life of a normal adult to the life of an entertainer. There's no turning back, they knew. Even so, they were determined to take the risk and stepped forward.

The bridge shook. It was not an easy journey for the both of them.

Byulyi was asked to choose between losing weight or giving up on her dreams. Yongsun, on the other hand had to audition for multiple companies.

Eventually, as they continued to cross the unstable path to their desired goal, they met each other. They walked, hand-in-hand, as their other hands gripped on the railings on their opposite sides, making their journey a bit more stable now that they have each other.

They debuted, surprisingly, in the same group along with a cute dimpled girl and a fierce-looking baby.

Mamamoo–that's what they're called.

They were a group destined to lead the younger generations to a more open space. They were a group that screamed for equality, inspiring people from different age groups.

Byulyi and Yongsun, they were closer than ever. They grew to be the support of one another. They silently vowed to protect or at least be there for the other as much as they could, knowing that things are going to be a bit harder than before.

It all started from the warm gazes the two unconciously send to each other. It was noticeable to anyone around them making it a normal occurrence that someone asks them if they were dating, which, of course, they answered no.

They weren't. They were best friends.

(Yongsun watched in adoration as the younger girl twirled around the practice room, playfully dancing along with the maknaes. Her hair flowed at every movement of her body as she moved along the beat, making up the silliest dances but, somehow, still managing to look as graceful as ever.

Her gaze fell on her smile, travelling to her cheek dimples. She admired how her nose scrunches when she laughed too much. She had been there when she cried about it, engulfing her in a warm embrace as the younger's sobs were muffled on her shoulder. She didn't understand how someone would even have the heart to tell her not to smile too much because "it looked ugly". No, it was adorable.

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted when Byulyi called for her.

"Yeba, stop standing in a corner and get your ass over here!"

She feigned a scoff, bringing her hand to her face to hide her reddened cheeks as she made her way towards the group.)

Apart from the weird feelings that seemed to grow as they spent more time in the presence of one another, they knew they were nothing but close friends.

Years later, they've become a bit more aware of their feelings, noticing the smallest things the other is able to make them feel. Byulyi noticed the way her heart seemed to skip a beat whenever her hand brushes with Yongsun's as they walk through the street leading to their company building. Yongsun noticed the way every weird quirks of the younger girl seemed to make her smile.

They noticed the way they longed for each other's presence more than they should whenever they had to spend the day apart.

With their years of friendship, they were comfortable enough to not bother covering up what they felt for each other, fully knowing that their feelings were reciprocated. Byulyi openly showed Yongsun affection, which the older didn't mind. They would also come over to each other's house (which, at the end of the day, always end up with one of them sleeping over) off-days.

It's one of those days wherein the rapper decided to come over to Yongsun's apartment telling the older she was bored as an excuse for her want to, once again, admire her in her casual home attire. It felt a bit more natural… and domestic, she thought.

Funny, though, how Yongsun was the one captivated by the younger girl's seemingly perfect features.

(They were sitting across each other, Byulyi's eyes on the kimchi fried rice Yongsun has made for her just earlier on as she ranted about random stuff the older was barely even paying attention to. She was too distracted by the way the younger's brows seemed to furrow as she talked about her worries about her pet corgi getting a little bit fatter.

"It's unhealthy." She heard her grumble, a small pout beginning to form on her lips.

The more she stared the more she wanted to blurt out the words she's been meaning to say all these time. And she did.

"Let's date."

"Daeba-Huh?"

"You and me. Let's date.")

Byulyi remembered secluding herself from her family and friends, locking herself up in her room for weeks. She never went out unless she needed to restock her cup noodles and beer she had been living off to since the day after her nasty break up.

It was until her youngest sister, then 5 years old, grabbed her hand when she was about to enter the dimmed space, pulling her into a tight hug and burying her face into Byulyi's stomach. She sobbed, croaking out the words "Unnie, I miss you. Do you hate me? Why won't you play with me anymore?"

She realized, she needed to pull herself together. She needed to move on.

So when those two words left Yongsun's mouth, she didn't know what to do. She was elated, yet hesitant. In the end, she decided, maybe taking a risk for the second time isn't that bad.

Byulyi and Yongsun have been dating for a year now and the younger woman was more than happy. She never once regretted the decision she had made.

(They were currently sitting on a nearby bench, taking a short break from their so-called "friendly" date as they ate their ice cream in comfortable silence.

Byulyi's fingers gently slipped through Yongsun's, giving her hand a light squeeze as if to say "I love you" which the older responded to by rubbing circles at the back of her palm. Byulyi stared at their joined hands, smiling contently as she went back to eating her ice cream.)

Friends. It was what they have agreed on dubbing themselves in order to avoid the unwanted attention of the public. It was going well until now.

Byulyi was back in her dimmed bedroom, heart pounding hard against her ribcage as she scrolled through all the negative comments aimed at her and her lover.

"Disgusting lesbians! Get the fuck out of our country."

"Bet you a thousand they're doing this for attention."

"This is why I never stanned Mamamoo ughhh ew"

"LMAOOOOO another problematic shit done by the so-called 'queens'"

It was a huge slip-up on her side.

(There is nothing more relaxing for Byulyi than being at her favorite place with her favorite person. Byulyi watched Yongsun's lashes flutter close as the latter took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of nature. It was evening. Yongsun was standing by the railings of the bridge overlooking the Han River, with bright colored lights contributing to the romantic atmosphere. It was picture perfect.

Yongsun opened her eyes, a wide smile painted on her lips as she stared at the beautiful view before her. It made her happy, knowing that she could spend this time with Byulyi between their hectic schedules.

Seeing Yongsun's eyes twinkle in excitement, cheeks flushed red making them look more like a mochi, Byulyi couldn't stop herself. She gently took Yongsun's head into her hand, softly carressing her cheeks and eventually leaning in for a kiss.)

Tears slid down her cheek at the memory. Who would've known a beautiful moment would be the cause of the downfall of both their relationship and career?

She had always wished for their relationship to last longer. She was contented being with her, and was willing to stay through sadness and joy even though not being able to proudly show off their relationship to the public pains her. It could not be helped, being a public figure in a conservative country such as South Korea. Even so, she was willing to hide if it means being able to be together with Yongsun. Though, life does not always play by our rules. That's the reality.

Just as the thought came across her mind, she heard a familiar ding, signaling a new message from her other half. Her hand shook as she attempted to reach for her phone. She pressed the power button, expecting for the worst case scenario. She was right.

"Let's break up."

Yeah. It was for the best.

Also posted on twt and aff -> @teddehber

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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Wrapped Up in Anticipation

Summary: Violet opens her dorm door to find an excited Louis with presents to wrap.

Word Count: 2048

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A knock at Violet’s dorm room door had her quirking an eyebrow. Therissa wouldn’t be back until the wee hours of the morning since she’d gone to pull an all-nighter with a classmate. Who else could be visiting so late at night? Looking through the peephole, Violet rolled her eyes. She opened the door to find Louis there, wearing a Santa hat and smiling at her with his arms full of Christmas wrapping paper and a huge bag slung over his shoulder.

“Lou, what are you doing here? We said we’d meet up tomorrow to wrap gifts,”

“I know, I know, but I was picking up supplies and I found something and I just got so excited I had to bring it over tonight and figured why not go the whole nine yards?” Louis smiled brightly at his best friend before looking down meaningfully by his feet.

Violet’s gaze followed Louis’ down to the ground. A small gasp escaped her lips. There at Louis’ feet was a tiny live Christmas tree, no higher than his knee.

“Isn’t it amazing! I spotted it being sold in the parking lot with all the big Christmas trees and figured it’d be the perfect tree for you. You can have a real live tree this year!”

Violet would never admit it, but a lump welled up in her throat at the gift. Growing up in a trailer, she hadn’t come from a family with the funds to afford a real live tree let alone a full size artificial one. Truth be told, as she got older her parents had stopped putting up any sort of tree at all, not even the dusty old miniature one they used to place on the table. Her mom had been busy working multiple jobs and no longer had energy to decorate and her father was too focused on chasing the next bottle of whiskey to care. Violet used to have her grandma’s decorations and artificial tree to find solace in, but it had been almost a decade now since she’d been alive.

“Vi? Are you OK?” Louis’ voice carried concern with it.

Shit. Her emotion must be showing through after all. She didn’t want to talk about any of that stuff. It wasn’t like Louis knew and she wanted to keep it that way. That part of her life was in the past now. She was living independently, and she’d never be going back. Swallowing the lump, Violet cleared her throat and bent over to pick up the tree. “It’s cool. Let’s bring it inside quick. I think my RA said live trees aren’t allowed within the dorms,”

“Ooh, breaking the rules!” Louis whispered happily with a playful waggle of his eyebrows. Slipping inside Violet’s room, he closed the door behind him with a soft click. Walking forward, Louis dumped all the wrapping supplies in the center of the room. He glanced over at Violet who was placing the tree upon her desk. “Oh, we should probably put that in water so it doesn’t dry out. Do you have a bowl or something we could use?”

“I have one,” Violet went over to the bookshelf and grabbed a plain white bowl. “I’ll be right back,” With that she left to fill the bowl in the dorm bathroom. A few minutes later when she returned she found Louis had already spread out all of his gifts upon the floor and was attempting to calculate how much wrapping paper he’d need for the first one.

“You’re using way too much,” Violet noted dryly. Going over to her desk, she stood the tree up within the water bowl. “The wrapping paper’s gonna get all crinkly and shit,”

“It’s ok, I bought plenty. If I do this wrong, I’ll just try again,” Louis’ scissors glided as he cut a huge swath of wrapping paper before looking back over at Violet and the tree. His face fell slightly. “I should have run back inside and bought some ornaments for Lil Stumpy. He looks so bare,”

“You named my tree?” Violet plopped down on the floor, rooting out her own presents from under the bed.

“Poor little guy needed a name. He’s small of stature but big of heart,”

“Excuse you, Lil Stumpy is a lady,”

“Oh! My humblest apologies!” Louis bowed in mock solemnity before continuing with his wrapping. “I’ll be sure to drop by tomorrow with ornaments for the little lady,”

“Y’know, for someone who goes to a different college, you’re over here way too much,”

Louis shrugged. “What can I say? I like it here. You’re here, Marlon’s here, and everybody else around here seems cool too. Like those twins in your statistics class. That gift’s for Sophie, right? You said she’s the one who really likes food,”

Violet paused in her gift wrapping and nodded. “Good memory,” She’d gotten Sophie a DIY mochi ice cream kit. Ever since the twins and Violet had gone on a late-night ice cream run one late night, Sophie had been talking about mochi nonstop. Hopefully Sophie’s homemade mochi would turn out to her satisfaction. Violet glanced over at the box Louis had been trying unsuccessfully to wrap again and again. “That’s the bomb you ordered for Mitch?”

“Glitter bomb,” Louis corrected, recutting his wrapping paper to a smaller size. “I can’t wait to see the look on Mitch’s face when he gets a faceful of glitter! He’ll be getting the stuff out of his hair for weeks!” Louis chortled happily at the thought. “There’s a giftcard to St. John Steakhouse in there too. Hope he looks through the box before throwing it out,”

“You’d better give him a heads up on that after the glitter bomb,” Setting aside her first present, Violet moved onto her second, Minnie’s gift. It was a t-shirt with a heartbeat monitor line in the background while a guitar was in the foreground.

“Oooh, getting Minnie something with a heart on it I see,” Louis teased.

“Shut up,” Violet muttered, turning her face away from her friend. “It’s a heartbeat, not a heart,”

“Riiiight, totally different. Minnie seems nice though. I think if you asked her out she’d say yes,”

“Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen,”

“Or maybe I should hint to Minnie that she should ask you out,”

“If you do, that, I swear I’ll steal your kneecaps in the middle of the night,”

“Ok, ok, message received! Yeesh!” Louis rolled his eyes as he pulled out a large package from his present bag that was already wrapped in dark blue tissue paper and tied with a silver bow. “Here’s your gift by the way. I wrapped it ahead of time so there’d be no chance of you spoiling your own gift this year,” It was a game they’d developed over the years: Louis hiding his present to Violet somewhere he thought she’d never find it and Violet inevitably sniffing it out.

A smirk crossed Violet’s face. “Oh, I already know what it is,”

“What?! How?”

“You left your laptop open beside me last time you were over here. I just pulled up your Amazon order history and scrolled down,”

“Well, you’re still not allowed to open it till Christmas!” Louis declared with a sullen pout.

“I won’t,” Violet took the present eagerly, lightly squishing it. Louis had outdone himself this year. He’d found a blanket with glow in the dark constellations printed all over both sides. Violet couldn’t wait to cuddle under it come Christmas morning. Pulling out a box from her own pile, Violet unceremoniously plopped one of the ribbons Louis had bought on the top of the packaging and handed it over. “Here’s your gift,”

“Wow, I love what you did with the packaging,” Louis replied drolly. Taking the small box in both hands, he shook it in curiosity.

“Hey, no shaking! You don’t get to guess what it is!”

“Oh, but you get to know what your present is ahead of time? I call shenanigans!”

“Just wait till Christmas, you big baby,” Violet glanced over at the box, hoping the present inside was still safe. She’d bought Louis a thumb piano. It had been a tossup on whether buying it for him would be worth the annoyance of him playing the thing everywhere, but Violet knew the smile on Louis’ face when he opened it would be worth it. Getting back into wrapping mode, she pulled out a thin black box that contained her next present.

“Is that one for Mitch?”

“Yup,” Violet wrapped it in the goofy reindeer wrapping paper Louis had bought. She knew that one would annoy Mitch the most.

“What is it?”

“A knife,”

“Bet you wanna keep it for yourself,” Louis knew her well. Violet was a sucker for a cool knife.

“Yeah, but there’s no weapons allowed on campus anyway, so,” Violet shrugged, making quick work of wrapping the gift. “Ready to wrap the big one?”

“You betcha!” Louis reached into his bag with glee, pulling out an entire miniature sled. The warm brown wood and painted metal detailing along the edges came together to form a truly charming sight. “You got your part of the gift?”

“Yep,” Violet plopped a red dog harness on top of the miniature sled. “I looked up pit bulls to make sure I got the right size,”

“Awesome. Marlon’s gonna lose his mind when he sees this!” Louis was practically beaming in excitement as he unrolled a huge swath of wrapping paper to begin the process.

Violet had to agree. Ever since Marlon got Rosie at the beginning of this year, the dog was all he ever talked about. Violet couldn’t blame him. Rosie was super cute and pretty much the sweetest dog she’d ever met. When she and Louis had been brainstorming gift ideas for this year, they knew they wanted to get Marlon something that would also be a gift for Rosie. Now he would be able to sit on his own miniature sled and have Rosie pull him around across the snow to her heart’s content. They were both gonna love it.

It was quite a tricky process getting such a large and unusually shaped present wrapped. In the end after several layers of wrapping paper and some truly haphazard usage of tape, they had a large, lumpy package to show for their labors. Both friends looked at it with pride.

“It’s perfect,” Louis stated, wiping a mock tear from his eye.

“That’s some fucking good wrapping if I do say so myself,” Violet smiled proudly at the mysterious blob. That was when her eyes caught the time. “Shit, it’s almost one? I have an 8 AM class tomorrow. You gotta go,”

“Awww, so soon?” Louis batted his lashes at Violet, giving his best sad puppy impression even though they both knew that was pointless.

“Yep. Scram. And take your shit with you,” Violet helped Louis pack all the wrapping paper and supplies as well as his gifts before escorting him to the door.

“Christmas hug?” Louis asked, turning around one last time.

“Fine, Christmas hug,”

“Yay!” Louis wrapped his arms round Violet happily, chuckling as he did so. “Ho ho ho!”

“…What the fuck was that?”

“A Santa laugh. Now it’s a genuine Christmas hug,”

“Whatever,” Violet mumbled though she knew Louis caught the small smile upon her lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow to drop off the ornaments for Lil Stumpy then?”

“Sure. I’m done with classes at 2,”

“Then I shall see you then. Till next time!” With a happy wave Louis was gone, sneaking quietly down the hall as it was far past visiting hours.

Violet shook her head good naturedly before closing the door. What a goof. It was sweet how excited he got around Christmas though. And the early gift he had dropped off… Violet looked over at the tiny Christmas tree, her eyes misting up a bit at the sight. That was truly special. Walking over to her desk, Violet brushed her hands along the delicate pine needles tenderly. It was her first Christmas on her own and already it was better than any she’d had in a long, long time. “Merry Christmas, Violet,” she whispered softly to herself. A bit of Christmas magic had found its way to her after all.

#twdg #fanfic #twdg christmas #ericsonclanchristmaschallenge #twdg violet #twdg louis #louis violet brotp #ericson's diner au

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thisvictoriangirl · 4 years

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(Read it here on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24310861)

The ball slams down on Kamomedai’s court.

Karasuno pulls ahead, and Hinata thinks of Icarus.

///

They study Greek myths and stories in Literature class in the odd day that Hinata actually pays half a mind and at least one ear to his sensei instead of fully investing himself in his daydreams of volleyball practice.

The class reads the story of Icarus and the sun, and how his wax wings melted from flying too high.

Hinata doesn’t really understand, but there’s an illustration of a falling Icarus in their book that looks a lot like a spiker’s form in mid-air. One of his arms is outstretched, fingers reaching up to the sky.

Hinata gets distracted by it, and stops paying attention to the story.

He traces the drawing over and over with the end of his pen instead, and thinks, if I jump high enough, can I touch the sun, too?

///

In their match against Kamomedai, as his next crumbling breath drags across his throat and the crowd roars in his ears, Hinata remembers the picture of Icarus.

Remembers the line of an arm and the curve of a hand, greedy fingers clutching for the horizon.

A spiker’s form in mid-air, he remembers.

Hinata feels the pull of muscle and gravity in his next jump, as Kageyama sets the perfect toss into the air. For a second, the ball’s arc collides with the brightness of the overhead gym lights and creates a halo. For a second, between the swing of his arms and the crack of his flat palm against the smooth rubber of a volleyball, Hinata’s breath catches.

If I jump high enough, I can touch the sun.

If I jump high enough—

If I jump—

The ball slams down on Kamomedai’s court.

Karasuno pulls ahead, and Hinata thinks of Icarus.

///

“Oi, oi! Nice, Hinata!”

Tanaka-san’s words are blurry sounds submerged in a sea of noises.

Hinata’s body feels like he’s being scorched alive, burning, burning, burning.

Like the sun has devoured him in his victory.

Tanaka-san offers him a hand.

“Thanks!” Hinata grins, the fire thrumming under his skin. He makes a grab for his senpai’s hand and misses.

Hinata falls to the floor, eyes wide.

Hinata falls and falls and falls—

—and burns.

///

“I’m not injured,” Hinata says when they bench him. “It doesn’t hurt anywhere, I can still play—”

No one looks at him. No one listens, no one dares to pull their eyes up from the floor and look at him directly, even Coach Ukai’s eyes look glassy in their disbelief, piercing through him like he’s not there—

“I’m not injured! I can move, I can jump—”

—like he’s still falling—

“I’m not injured,” Hinata pleads, and it falls on deaf ears, swallowed up completely. “Please, Coach.”

Please.

“I’m not injured.”

///

His wings are made of wax and feathers and borrowed time. His father says just as much, warns him just as much.

Don’t fly too close to the sun, his father says. Don’t let ambition melt your wings off.

But I can do it, he wants to say. If I fly high enough, I can do it. I can touch the sun.

If I fly high enough—

If I fly—

///

There must be a lesson to be learned there somewhere, that Hinata must have missed in his distraction. A moral from the story that he didn’t completely pay attention to, drawn away by the streaks of ink and still motion across the pages of his Literature book.

There must be a lesson, Hinata knows, but all he could wonder about is this,

When Icarus fell, did he beg for more time, too?

///

Karasuno loses just as he reaches the hospital.

Just like that, the borrowed time on the court comes to an end.

Just like that, the wings come off.

Just like that, it’s over.

Hinata hands off Kenma’s tablet to Yachi-san and bows his head to an invisible gymnasium of people. The fire in his chest has left the taste of ashes in his mouth.

Just like that.

///

After Coach Ukai brings him dinner in his isolated room, his senpai gather and peek from behind the sliding doors with warm smiles and concerned eyes.

They can’t all come into the room at once—Takeda-sensei’s strict orders—so Noya-san and Tanaka-san coax him out his futon and closer to the door by bribing him with a bottle of sweet tea.

Hinata doesn’t need to be bribed at all, but he takes the sweet tea anyway and listens to the third years and second years’ retelling of the match with as much enthusiasm a sick person could possess. They leave him once it’s time for bath, but not without reaching into the room and ruffling his hair.

///

Suga-san comes back after an hour, freshly-showered and equipped with a face mask, to give him his medicine.

“The team misses you already,” Suga-san tells him with a pat of his head and a smile that Hinata could trace under the cloth of the mask. It makes Hinata’s chest warm with something other than a fever. “So rest up properly, okay?”

He nods eagerly. “I will, Suga-san.”

Suga smiles as he stands and makes his way out.

///

Much later, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi drop by, too.

Yamaguchi slides him a piece of mochi ice cream on a paper plate and Tsukishima rolls his eyes as he promises not to rat out the two of them.

They leave with the empty paper plate as soon as Hinata eats the dessert.

///

Kageyama is the last to visit around midnight, and he’s bringing a glass of milk with him.

“You snuck out from your room, didn’t you,” Hinata accuses at the sight of him, voice rough from sleep and sickness. “I’ll tell Coach.”

“Shut up, boke,” Kageyama grumbles without any real heat. He bullies Hinata into holding the glass of milk and drops to a seat next to the futon. He nods to the glass. “Drink,” he says.

“What am I, your dog?” Hinata scowls but drinks the milk nonetheless. It’s warm on his tongue, comforting, and oddly enough, that makes his eyes sting with pinpricks of emotion again. He blinks them back stubbornly.

Kageyama doesn’t say anything for a long time. He lets silence envelope them, lets Hinata finish the glass in peace with only the hum of the ceiling fan and the distant noise of the city in the background. Kageyama doesn’t say anything even as Hinata hands him back the glass wordlessly for him set down on the floor. Doesn’t say anything even when Hinata shuffles closer with his fever-warm body and drops his heavy head against Kageyama’s shoulder.

Kageyama has a tendency to be cruel on the court.

Hinata knows this all too well.

He can still hear Kageyama’s declaration—“I win again.”—despite the low-grade headache that has settled into his temples.

Off the court, Kageyama is not the same person. He cannot be cruel. He simply doesn’t know how to be.

Hinata is only beginning to realize this. But he trusts it, trusts Kageyama and the silence that rests between them as he speaks.

“Kageyama, have you heard of Icarus?”

Kageyama shifts in place, drops his shoulders lower to adjust to Hinata’s head pillowed on him. “From Literature class,” he says after a moment of consideration. “Remind me again.”

Hinata tells him, as best as he can with his croaking voice and heavy thoughts, the story of a boy who flew too high and fell.

He tells Kageyama about the drawing. Like a spiker, when they jump for your toss, you know.

He tells Kageyama about his mistake. There’s probably a lesson in the story, too. Or a warning, or something.

When he stops talking, Kageyama lets out scoff that Hinata finds to be generally offensive. “What, and you think you’re Icarus?”

Hinata glares. “Bakageyama, I’m being serious—“

“So am I,” Kageyama deadpans, cutting him off. Hinata’s words die in his throat. “You’re not Icarus.”

Hinata drops his glare to the futon. His fingers fidget with the covers. “I mean, I kind of am—“

“You’re not,” Kageyama insists stubbornly. “You’re—You’re better.”

Hinata lifts his head up and turns, eyes wide.

Kageyama meets his stare evenly.

A second passes by, and then two.

“You’re better,” Kageyama repeats quietly, insistently. “Unlike him, you don’t need wax wings to fly. You just need yourself.”

Hinata blinks. He remembers his jump, the glory of it captured in a split-second inhale, and the burning fall after.

His lip wobbles, eyes stinging. “But today. I—“

“Unlike him, you also get another chance, boke. He doesn’t.” Kageyama frowns. “Doesn’t he drown and die at the end?”

“I don’t know,” Hinata hiccups, crying again. His eyes hurt too much already and he hates it. When he buries his wet, snotty face in Kageyama’s sleeve, Kageyama lets him and pets his hair with his free hand. “I don’t know, you asshole, I didn’t pay attention to the story.”

“I didn’t either,” Kageyama says gruffly. He drops his head on Hinata’s hair and rubs his face against it like an angry cat. “Stop crying.”

“I’ll get better,” Hinata swears through his tears, choking out the words. He presses his face against Kageyama’s arm. “I’ll get better and then I’ll jump again. As high as Icarus flew.”

“Dumbass,” Kageyama whispers to him and to the empty vastness of the room. “You can go higher.”

///

The morning after they had lost to Kamomedai, Hinata wakes up with sunlight filtering through a sliver opening of the door and his fever mostly gone. For a moment, in the quiet of dawn, Hinata sneaks a hand out of his futon and lets it connect with the ray of light that reaches across the floor.

Hinata thinks of Icarus.

Of his melted wings and burning back and drowning lungs.

Of his arm and his hand and his fingers, forever reaching towards the light.

Hinata thinks of Icarus, and promises to be better.

#haikyuu #hinata shouyou #kagehina #haikyuu fic #hq fic #spoilers for chapter 369 #i have a lot of feelings about the Karasuno-Kamomedai match okay #my fic #gratuitous amounts of greek analogies and metaphors #Hinata has deep thoughts #Kageyama does his best #oh and also #Karasuno is a supportive and lovely team

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kafeuka · 4 years

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[1/1] the hopeless case of a romantic

█ Title: the hopeless case of a romantic █ Summary: It wasn’t how he imagined it would be, but that night, Jeongguk knew he would not have it any other way. █ Status: Completed █ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin This is written for JIKOOK WEEK DAY O1: Then and Now

Yoongi hyung often accused Jeongguk of being a hopeless romantic, as if having a big heart, a gentle soul and a love for love is a crime. He believed in soulmates; the idea of two people whose names and story were whispered amongst the stars never failed to warm his heart. This belief stemmed from his parents, the two human beings whom he loved most in the whole entire world.

He wanted someone who would look at him the way his father looked at his mother; as if she hung all the twinkling stars, shaped all the silver moons with her hands and paint the skies when the sun set. He wanted someone who would love him unconditionally, just like how his mother loved his father although she despised his smoking habit.

Despite their age, they were not shy in showing affection for the whole world to see. Jeongguk wondered how they were so comfortable with each other that whenever they were together, the rest of the world just seemed to melt away. As if the world was theirs, and the others were just living in it.

Because of this, Jeongguk was never really into a relationship. Not that he ever had one. Most of the times he would just admire someone from afar. He would rather not get involved at all.

Hoseok hyung suggested that he should go on blind dates. Initially, he agreed.

The first phase – adding them as a friend, sliding into the DMs – was great.

The next step – meeting and actually going out on a date – however, was terrible.

Gone the confident, charming boy from the DMs. Always replaced by the stuttering, sweating mess that was Jeon Jeongguk. It was awfully easy to compliment someone when you were staring at a screen, but when it comes to staring into their eyes, Jeongguk found himself shaking.

At the age of twenty, Jeon Jeongguk gave up in finding the One.

All of his crushes were out of his league and most of his admirers never called after the second date. He was not that desperate to send cute text messages to someone as he had this irrational fear of being a burden, but it would be great to have someone who would listen to him rant about how his day went.

As much as he hated to admit it, Yoongi hyung was not entirely wrong. He was not only a hopeless romantic, but he was hopeless and romantic.

ii.

When Jeongguk asked Yoongi hyung how he knew Seokjin hyung was his soulmate, he answered: “They say when you meet your soulmate, you just know it’s them.”

He hated how unhelpful those statement was, because that was not how he met his.

His parents’ love story was a typical love story. It was love at first sight – Jeongguk’s favourite. They met at a fair held at the amusement park. His father took the job of the ride operator for the summer, and as the stars had written it, he met her at the end of his shift. He always mentioned that she reminded him of a firework, beautiful and mesmerizing that his world stopped. She was queueing then, waiting for her turn and he saw a chance and took it.

While two of her friends were seated together, he stepped in and offered to sit next to her even though going to a someplace high was not something he considered an entertainment. Of course, his attempt caused an uproar, he received raucous boos from the other angry kids and a warning from the manager but it was worth it. He always had a small smile on his face whenever he got to this part of the story. They chatted as they waited and for the first time since he rode the rollercoaster, he was not the tiniest bit scared.

Jeongguk would never fail to let out an overly exaggerated groan, often expressing his displeasure by making faces along with a remark full of disgust, but he knew that he wanted, longed even, to feel that way too.

Meeting the One should be magical, like something that you would read in a fairy tale.

This was how Jeongguk truly believed would happen when he finally meets the one: it will be romantic, not too cringy and pukeworthy but just romantic enough to make his friends and his cousins to be envious of him. Time will stop when they lock eyes with each other, the angels will begin to sing while simultaneously play their harps to produce a mellifluous symphony of the century and petals would fall around them out of nowhere, just like the anime he watched last week.

That was not what happened.

It was not magical or dreamy or romantic.

He blamed all the Tony/Steve soulmate fanfictions he read at 3AM for implementing the idea of “love at first sight” and “instant connection between two lonely souls” inside his head.

In fact, Jeongguk met Park Jimin on a sunny Tuesday morning in the most Boring class in the history of Boring Classes. Jeongguk hated his guts at first. Whenever Jimin opened his mouth to speak, Jeongguk would find himself rolling his eyes and praying to God for an ice cream truck to drop on him. Being run over repeatedly by a lorry was less painful than having to sit in a two-hour class with Jimin.

However, there was also a saying that goes, ‘If you hate someone too much, you’ll end up loving them too much.’

That statement, however, was something he wished Yoongi hyung had told him instead.

iii.

They began to interact when they were allotted in the same group for their second assignment. Every second Jeongguk spent sitting at the same table with Jimin was agonising. Being in the same group at the same table meant that Jimin’s voice was now much clearer and he was now much closer.

Jimin’s face was pleasing to the eyes, he was soft and hard at the same time. He had gentle, dark and slightly slanted eyes yet his piercing gaze often made Jeongguk look away. His cheeks were round and squishy, they reminded Jeongguk of the mochi he always had after elementary school, however his jaw was as sharp as a knife. All in all, Jimin was not hideous at all, especially when he had his mouth shut. Unfortunately, Jimin had a lot he wanted to announce to the class so thanks to this irritating behaviour of his, it was not difficult to overlook his features.

He ignored the voice inside his head that screamed at him to ditch the class, but the rational part of his mind reminded him that he was a scholarship student. The last thing he wanted was to get kicked out just because he did not want to be in the same room as Jimin.

From the instructions, Jeongguk could already tell how much of a pain in the ass it would be. Decorating a booth? Creating an advertisement video? There was just too much work to be done in three months and there were only five heads in his group.

Naturally, Jimin was elected as the team leader because:

a) He was the teacher’s pet

b) Everyone in the group was utterly in love with him

Arguing about the team members position when you were going to be stuck with them for months was not something in Jeongguk’s list. He decided to went along with it, letting the protests vanish although they were already at the tip of his tongue and settled with an imaginary argument inside his head instead.

The first day was unbearable — Jeongguk had to lower his head once in a while to stop his eye from twitching in annoyance. Every single word Jimin uttered seemed to make his blood boil and head throb. He did not know it was possible for a person to be this insufferable. Jeongguk tried his hardest not to roll his eyes whenever the others were praising Jimin. His ideas were not exactly that brilliant, if Jeongguk were to be honest.

“Sorry, I was sort of rambling,” Jimin apologized with a small giggle.

Jeongguk managed to held back a groan. He knew damn well he was rambling and he apologized for it, but Jeongguk knew that he was not feeling sorry. Not even a little bit. Not when he had that proud smile on his face. God, Jeongguk would love to slap that smile from his face.

“Anybody had any better idea?” Jimin asked, looking at each and every one of them.

Pretending to be considerate? Man, this guy knew how to get on Jeongguk’s nerves.

He absolutely had no idea what came over him, maybe it was how the other team members were ready to lick the ground Jimin walked on, or maybe how irritating and high pitched Wonho’s giggles was, but Jeongguk opened his mouth up to speak, despite his brain being empty of ideas.

“Maybe, uh…”

All heads turned towards him, staring at him in anticipation. Somehow, instead of looking at anybody else, his eyes found Jimin’s. Jimin was beaming, dark eyes glistening as he slowly nodded to encourage Jeongguk. His gaze was different than the others, which was a good thing because it made him feel less nervous. Jimin’s smile stretched wider, and all of a sudden, the weight of the team’s collective gazes felt like it had been lifted from his shoulders.

Jeongguk brought his hand on top of the table, softly tapping his index finger as he straightened in his seat. With a newfound surge of confidence, he said, “Maybe, um… instead of making it only focusing on drawings or paintings, maybe we can… uh… consider every form of art for the website?”

“Huh… that’s not bad,” Chaeyoung murmured, before clicking her pen and started to write something on her notebook.

Jimin beamed, “I love the idea! That’s wonderful. This means that we are not only targeting painters, we are also attracting a large amount of audience who are—”

Jeongguk’s body went lax after his impromptu outburst (technically, it was not an outburst but he insisted that it was), he lain his back against the chair, wishing to become one with it. He felt thankful that nobody was criticizing his dumb idea. And never in a million years he wanted to admit it, but he felt glad that Jimin was encouraging him, instead of trying to shoot him down.

It was the first time he felt so welcomed.

iv.

Before the first week ended, they managed to lay everything down. When it comes to his leadership skills, Jimin was quite lenient in their task division. Jeongguk offered to work on the advertisement video, and as much as he would rather do it all alone, Jimin was determined that he needed help. As a method of group communication, Jimin created a group text for the five of them.

Jeongguk was hoping that it will be a quiet group, but it was especially alive at night and early in the morning. Jimin would never fail to send a message to greet them good morning and night, and sometimes he would send motivational messages for all of them. It took all Jeongguk’s willpower not to reply a ‘Shut The Fuck Up’ or leave the group, but he had to remind himself that he needed to be in good terms with everyone in the team.

Two weeks before the deadline, it was Jeongguk’s turn to play a huge role for their project. So far, he had only been helping with the report and booth decoration, which was not something major as everyone had taken part too. He announced in their group chat (which was probably his third time ever sending a message there) that he was going to start working on the video soon.

He completed the storyboard a few days earlier before sharing his vision to the group. He was ready to get attacked, to have Wonho judging him, to have Jimin being dissatisfied with his work, to Chaeyoung being disappointed and to have Mirae complain about how lacking it was. Unlike his expectation, they liked it. Jimin was the one who loved it the most, always complimenting how hardworking he was, and how he truly appreciated the effort Jeongguk made with the storyboard.

Instead of the usual ‘good luck Jeongguk!’ and ‘thanks for your hard work!’, Jeongguk received a private message from Jimin. They never texted privately before, and seeing Jimin’s name on a new chat caused him to raise an eyebrow. Was Jimin about to ask him to add last minute changes for the video?

With negative thoughts flooding his mind, he heaved a sigh before clicking it open.

✉ From: Jimin Hey! Just wondering if you are OK? If you need help, I’m here 😊

“Huh…” Jeongguk huffed, squinting his eyes in suspicion. His thumb hovered over the keyboard before typing an answer, only to backspace everything. It was rather curious how Jimin was checking up on him, as if he thought Jeongguk was unreliable.

Seokjin hyung often told him that he was always being sceptical for absolutely no reason at all, that he always thought of things negatively instead of positively. It was a trait he was not proud of, but he could not help it when Jimin suddenly text him privately out of nowhere.

After quite some time, he finally typed a reply.

✉ To: Jimin I’m fine. Thanks for your concern

Belatedly, he realised the text he sent seemed rude so he abruptly added a smiley face.

✉ From: Jimin Haha, alright then. Where will you be working on the video?

✉ To: Jimin I’ll be going to the art room to meet up with the art students. Then I’ll probably go to library to shoot some scenes

✉ From: Jimin Okay 😊

Jeongguk stared at the screen of his phone, waiting for ‘Jimin is typing…’ to appear. When it did not, he locked his phone and tossed it to his bed.

Of course, Jeongguk just had to be an idiot by telling Jimin his plan. The moment he entered the art room, Jimin was already there, talking with a few of the art students and laughing about something they said. Jeongguk nearly dropped his camera when he saw Jimin, not expecting the blonde to be there at all.

“Hey, Jeongguk!” Jimin called out, waving his hand at him.

Jeongguk awkwardly waved back, not liking the attention he was getting when everybody turned their heads towards him.

“So, where do you want me, mate?” Mingyu asked as he got off from the table.

“Preferably anywhere I can work comfortably. How about there?”

“So I just had to draw, is it?”

“Yeah. Just draw whatever you want, don’t pay attention to me. I want it to look candid,” Jeongguk informed before placing his backpack on top of the table.

While Mingyu was preparing his material, Jeongguk took out his tripod from his bag and began to assemble it together with his camera when Jimin approached him.

“Do you need any help?” Jimin asked, watching Jeongguk work with his camera.

“Nah.”

“Okay, I’ll just wait for you in case you need me.”

“You can go, you know. I can handle this.”

“I know,” Jimin grinned before shrugging, “Just in case.”

He doubted that he needed Jimin to be there, but before he could ask him to go again, he decided against it. Once Mingyu was ready, Jeongguk began recording. It was only a minute in when Jeongguk announced him to stop so he could check the video. The angle was perfect, Mingyu’s facial expression was good, however the lighting was unsatisfactory. Sure, it was not as terrible as the lighting in that one battle episode of Game of Thrones, but it would be difficult during the editing process later.

Jimin must have sensed that something was troubling him that the leader stood next to him, peered on the video and asked if something was wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong except the lighting,” Jeongguk murmured, looking up the ceiling to find the lights were already switched on to his dismay.

The weather was not exactly helping either.

“I can help,” Jimin quipped enthusiastically before taking out his phone from his pocket and switch on the flashlight as he waved his phone around. “Let me know where you need me.”

The whole idea was absurd to Jeongguk, but it was worth a try. In less than half an hour, with Jimin’s help, he was done. The one who was super happy about it was Jimin, who could not stop gushing how amazing the video was and how professional Mingyu looked. Jeongguk grinned as he pressed fast forward, completely satisfied at how the video turned out.

He thanked Mingyu and the art students before packing his stuff to move to the library with Jimin following him. One thing Jeongguk noticed about Jimin was how he just had a lot of things to talk about, never running out of topic. It was irritating at first, but at times he spewed some facts that Jeongguk found to be interesting. Jeongguk let him talk, he watched as Jimin was speaking animatedly about the latest comic book he was reading.

Surprisingly, the day (and recording) went by smoothly. He even had a few videos he could use for fillers. The four hours he spent with Jimin was not horrible at all. If anything, it was quite… enjoyable.

He decided that Park Jimin was less annoying now.

He was not entirely certain when he began to feel completely comfortable around Jimin, but he knew it did not take long enough to warm up to him. Gradually, he stopped talking rather formally to Jimin and started to jest around, well aware of how much he actually enjoyed hearing the laughter coming out from Jimin.

In fact, everything seemed to go so smoothly that Jeongguk felt worried. They managed to complete everything before the deadline, they have submitted their work early and all they needed to do was now prepare for the upcoming exhibition. Finishing early meant that they have time for other assignments.

Even after they were done, Jimin still never failed to greet them mornings and nights, asking them how their assignments went. Honestly, it baffled the hell out of Jeongguk because he was so used to not keeping any contact with his previous group members. Once a project is complete, so did their team. They were only there to work, not to connect emotionally. The change was refreshing that the spam of text messages from the group did not bother him anymore. It actually made Jeongguk went from completely silent, to the one who sent memes as a response.

A part of him was embarrassed of having terrible thoughts regarding his groupmates because now he came to a realization that he actually enjoyed their presence.

More specifically Jimin’s.

After everything was done and they were reaching the end of semester, Jimin insisted on having a celebration. Truth be told, Jeongguk was not big on social gatherings but after weeks of being with Jimin, he knew he was unable to say no.

Jeongguk found himself counting days to the celebration, a bit surprised at himself for feeling excited rather than dreading it. They went to a restaurant at first for dinner, but ended up going to the nearest club after Chaeyoung suggested. He swallowed, praying to the heavens that majority of them would decline but he could not help but to cave in when he saw how enthusiastic Jimin was when Chaeyoung brought it up.

Even before entering, music was already spilling out to the street and it felt as if heartbeats were on the loud speakers. It was not as crowded as Jeongguk had imagine, but there were still a lot than he would have liked. Most of them went straight to the dance floor, laughing and grinding against each other under the acid green lights. Jimin, however, strutted to the bar. Jeongguk only followed, knowing well that he would not be able to dance if there wasn’t any alcohol in his system.

The music only seemed to get louder by the second, and by the time Jeongguk sat next to Jimin, the blonde already gulped down three shots.

“Wow.” Jeongguk had to leaned it slightly and yell. “Slow down, Jimin.”

Jimin’s pretty lips curved upwards as he shook his head. Jeongguk watched as he took out his wallet, yelled at the bartender for one Zombie. Jeongguk have only drank beers from the convenience stores and a few sips of martini, so when Jimin had his drink delivered, he was a little bit in awe. It was served in a tall glass, bright red in colour with a lot of ice. Jimin ditched the straw, sipping them in one go. Jeongguk could not help but to stare in amazement.

“Jimin,” he called out, but the music drowned his voice. He tried again, practically screaming this time. “Jimin!!”

“Yeah?” Jimin answered.

“Are you okay?”

He could not hear Jimin’s reply, but from his lips Jeongguk could tell he was saying, “Grand.”

Jeongguk began to worry then when Jimin reached out for his wallet again, but Jeongguk stopped him and ordered water instead. He paid for the overcharged water bottles and handed one to Jimin. Jimin refused, shaking his head and pushing the bottle away.

The next thing Jeongguk knew, Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise and he abruptly clamped his lips shut. Jeongguk raised a brow in confusion before Jimin stood up from the stool, nearly toppling it in the process, then proceeded to frantically turn his head in search of something.

“Jimin, are you—” He was not given the chance to continue his sentence because Jimin dashed as soon as his eyes lit up. Bewildered, Jeongguk followed from behind, not before grabbing both water bottles.

Jimin ran to the bathroom, nearly colliding with a man who just came out of it, and Jeongguk had to apologize on his behalf. After profusely repeating his apologies and bowing to show sincerity, Jeongguk entered the bathroom and was immediately greeted with the sounds of Jimin retching.

The bathroom was a lot quieter; the music was barely heard inside the pristine white walls. Jeongguk approached the stall with an open door to find Jimin was kneeling on the floor, head bowing near the toilet bowl.

“Oh, Jimin,” Jeongguk sighed before kneeling next to him, trying his best not to breathe through his nostrils.

He gently caressed Jimin’s back as Jimin heaved. Once Jimin was done, Jeongguk offered him water, which Jimin gladly took. Jimin flushed before leaning meekly against the partition, lips swollen, nose red and his eyes teary. Jeongguk offered a sympathetic smile as Jimin sniffed.

“Are you okay?”

Jimin took a sip instead of answering, his eyes avoiding Jeongguk.

Jeongguk let the question hang in the air, not wanting to force an answer out of Jimin.

Jimin had a distant look on his face, and Jeongguk understood that there was something that was troubling him.

After a while, Jimin finally spoke. “Not quite.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Jimin bit his lower lip, eyes softening as he lowered his gaze. “Not really,” he answered.

“That’s okay. We can talk about something else then. Or do you prefer to just sit on the dirty floor?”

Jimin’s lips cracked a smile Jeongguk did not know he missed. How could he missed Jimin’s smile when he had seen them more than the hair on his head?

“Thank you, Jeongguk.”

“For...?”

“For being here,” Jimin smiled. Oh boy, Jeongguk thought. Oh boy. “It really means a lot to me.”

Jeongguk had seen countless of smiles on Jimin’s face before but this one was different. His eyes did not crinkle in the corners, but his gaze on Jeongguk was soft and endearing. His smile did not reach his ears, but he knew it was genuine.

At that moment, sitting on the dirty checkered floor of a club he could not even pronounce, he was certain that he found the One.

vi.

Symptoms of falling in love according to the first website Google provided:

1. You can’t stop staring at them: check ✔

Of course, he could not stop staring at Jimin. He would not want to miss those smiles, the way Jimin would pout his lips sometimes when he spoke, how Jimin’s brows furrowed when he was thinking and the way Jimin’s eyes formed crescents and body vibrating when he laughed.

2. You want them to be happy: check ✔

Of course, he wanted Jimin to be happy. Jimin deserved everything good in the universe. Hell, Jeongguk would have swam the entire ocean and walk through fire just to see Jimin smile.

3. You always think about them: check ✔

Of course, he always thought of Jimin. The first thing he thought of after waking up? Jimin. The last thing he thought of before going to sleep? Jimin. Be it day or night, it was always Jimin, Jimin and Jimin. He was now a permanent resident in Jeongguk’s mind.

4. You’re OK with the gross stuff: check ✔

Of course, wasn’t it obvious? He would have left Jimin all by himself that night in the bathroom, but instead, he chose to stay and sat with Jimin to ensure Jimin was okay.

5. You love their quirks: check ✔

Of course, he did. Jimin’s quirks were adorable and undeniably, made his heart skipped a beat. He initiated skinship a lot, which Jeongguk did not mind, but whenever he put his hand behind Jeongguk’s nape, his thumb would create patterns. This only made Jeongguk lean in closer, his body tingling with every gentle movement his thumb made. Even his need of constant praises was endearing that Jeongguk found himself spilling praises after praises just for Jimin.

No longer was Jeongguk annoyed with his boisterous – and wonderful, if Jeongguk might add – voice and his invasion of Jeongguk’s personal face.

(And that was because he craved listening to Jimin talk and touches.)

6. You find yourself always talking about them: check ✔

Of course, he would talk about Jimin, what else was there to talk about? He first noticed when Yoongi mentioned how Jeongguk could not stop prattling about Jimin this, Jimin that. It was not as if he could stop himself.

7. You reread their text message: check ✔

Of course, he would reread Jimin’s text messages. They were cute, always full of emojis and they instantly lifted Jeongguk’s mood even just a little. In fact, he had Jimin’s text pinned.

8. You lose track of time and no amount of time spent with them is ever enough: check ✔

Of course, he could not be bothered checking the time when he was with Jimin. Spending just a few minutes with Jimin was better than not seeing him at all but he found himself yearning to have Jimin’s presence when they were apart.

9. You’ll happily jump through hoops without even thinking about it to be with them: check ✔

Of course, he would do anything to spend time with Jimin. He went to the club for fuck’s sake. He drank the bitter ass coffee despite knowing how much he hated it because Jimin dared him to. He lied about passing through the Science building when he was actually waiting for Jimin’s class to be over.

In conclusion: of fucking course he was truly, utterly and madly in love with Jimin.

vii.

Jeongguk was aware that the pros of being in love with a friend outweigh the cons.

For starters, he saw Jimin almost every day and unlike his previous crushes, he actually interacted with Jimin properly. As his dumb ass only realised of the feelings he had for Jimin at the end of the semester, he had to rack his brains to find out reasons to hang out with Jimin. It was easier on his part, as Jimin was friendly, so most of the time it was Jimin who invited him out.

Besides, being friends meant he was able to hold Jimin’s hand without being suspicious. Jimin’s hands were soft and they fit perfectly with his. His fingers were delicate that Jeongguk was afraid he might break them if he held onto Jimin’s hand too tightly.

They became attached to the hip when they began texting nonstop every day and night. But midnights were probably Jeongguk’s favourite because there was just something about the quiet, knowing that there were more eyes closed than open, that they started to get to know each other on an entirely different level. Their usual banters and meme exchange would transition to their deep thoughts and stories. Midnight conversations seemed to hold more weight, and knowing that Jimin chose to stay up to talk to him made him want to steal all the stars and gifted them to Jimin.

Jeongguk was the type to let his phone battery died before charging, but that habit was soon replaced by charging the device while texting Jimin.

But the cons of being in love with your friend? They’re your friend.

Jeongguk had never fall for a friend before, but he knew it had to be one of the worst things to experience. He was plagued with worries and anxious thoughts, always wondering if he was being way too obvious or if he seemed uninterested. To say that he would not want Jimin as a boyfriend would probably the biggest lie he ever told himself and Yoongi hyung.

“You should tell Jimin.”

“Hyung!” Jeongguk whined, hand slapping Yoongi’s arm playfully. “You know I can’t.”

As much as he wanted to, he could not. It was risky and Jimin probably only regard him as a friend. The shittiest thing about crushing on Jimin was how it made Jeongguk kept on dancing between the lines of wanting the whole world to know his humongous love for Jimin and losing Jimin. There was no doubt that Jimin was now one of the important people in Jeongguk’s life, and he could not simply bear the thought of losing Jimin simply because he could not control his feelings.

“If there’s one thing I learnt, Jeongguk, is that you either tell Jimin how you feel and the worst case scenario is that you fucked up, maybe you’ll lose what you have with him now, but from the stories I’ve heard, Jimin’s nice and he might still want to be friends,” Yoongi said, his demeanour completely changed. Jeongguk only stared at Yoongi, mind conjuring up images of Jimin rejecting him and it made him shudder.

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi continued, “Or you can say nothing, and it’ll fuck you up instead. Not gonna fucking lie, eventually you’ll lose him too. Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll end up avoiding him, which in turn, would hurt the both of you.”

Jeongguk gawked at him.

Yoongi hyung was right. And he would not give Yoongi hyung the satisfaction of him admitting that.

viii.

✉ From: Jimin remember that night when i hurled and you stayed by my side?

✉ To: Jimin how can i not the smell still lingered til this day :p

✉ From: Jimin fuck you ajsnsjs well i was going thru a ~difficult~ time sometimes i felt like out of place and that it’s my fault for the delay of testing the hosting but you guys were amazing, i am eternally grateful my other assignments were also a pain in the ass and i did not get along with my other teammates to add salt to the wound, i broke up with my boyfriend

✉ To: Jimin holy shit i have no idea & please jimin, it’s NOT ur fault. besides, we finished everything on time ur teammates is missing out & ur better off without ur boyfriend!!!! don’t be so hard on urself :(

✉ From: Jimin you make me tear up :”) thank you for staying by my side, jeongguk. i love you <3

ix.

Jimin had a boyfriend before, which was not surprising really, because who would not want to date Jimin? But hearing it from Jimin himself, Jeongguk could not help but felt a pang of jealousy in his chest. Sure, they were no longer together, but Jeongguk would still like to know who was the bastard who dared to hurt Jimin.

After tossing and turning for weeks, Jeongguk decided that he would confess once and for all.

They did not share any classes on the following semester, but they would still make time for each other. Spending more time with Jimin was both a blessing and a curse, it was as though he owned the world and yet his heart just kept on growing and growing in his chest, threatening to spill all his love for Jimin in the form of kisses and ‘I love you’s.

Most of the fanfictions he read had amazing yet unrealistic (for him to execute, yeah) confession scenes. There was one of Tony and Steve arguing and Tony ended it by accidentally saying that he loved Steve. It was cute, but Jeongguk and Jimin were not exactly enemies to lovers.

(Except that, in Jeongguk’s head, they kind of were. Although, the hatred was only one-sided.)

But Jeongguk knew for sure that he would not want to let Jimin know through text. There were a lot of memorable texts in their chat, and he would not want to feel upset when he scrolled through them in the future to find the texts of Jimin rejecting him amidst of it.

“You’re an idiot,” Yoongi voiced out as he stirred his ramen with the wooden chopsticks.

Offended, Jeongguk scoffed as he crossed his arms, glaring at Yoongi from where he was sitting. Yoongi ignored the daggers Jeongguk was throwing, instead he slurped the noodles.

“You’re the idiot,” Jeongguk countered childishly.

Yoongi licked his lips before he avowed, “You’re thinking too much. It should feel natural. You have to mean it, show him that you are serious.”

“You mean like… take him out on a fancy dinner or?”

“It doesn’t have to be like that. You can just text him right now, say that you wanna be more than friends, and that’s it.”

“Huh. How did you confess to Seokjin hyung then?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I didn’t. He did.”

When it happened, Jeongguk was not planning on it at all. They were having their usual midnight conversations again, and when the conversation seemed to shift into something less serious, Jeongguk had the urge to tell Jimin how much he meant to Jeongguk. He was driven to do so when Jimin ended his text with his usual ‘i love you <3’ that Jeongguk knew it was just a habit of his.

Gathering his courage, he asked:

✉ To: Jimin hey jimin can i call you?

Barely five seconds passed and yet Jeongguk was already sweating buckets. He was convinced that Jimin would not want to, maybe he had a feeling that this was about to happen and Jimin chose to turn off his phone. He saw the speech bubble, indicating that Jimin was typing, and he did not give Jimin the chance to send his text because he abruptly pressed on the green button.

It only took him one ring for Jimin to answer. As soon as he heard Jimin’s raspy, “Hello,” from the other line, his brain chose to empty all his thoughts. His mouth was drying, desperately trying to find the right words so he would not sound like a creep.

“I love you,” he blurted out.

Jimin let out a giggle before answering, “I love you too.”

“No, no, I mean,” he licked his lips, gripping on his phone even tighter. “I love you like I love love you. I love you as in I would drive you to the moon. I love you as in I wanna hold your hand and never let it go. I love you as in I would bring you breakfast in bed, if you’d let me. I love you as in—” he took a deep breath, internally wincing at how his voice was so shaky, courtesy of his heart hammering wildly against his chest, “— I only watched Frozen despite hating it because it was with you, and that is better than not spending a few minutes without you.”

“Oh.”

Jeongguk could not tell what Jimin was feeling from the tone of his voice.

Disappointed? Congratulations, Jeon Jeongguk, you just ruined a friendship that could’ve lasted a lifetime.

Angry? Jeon Jeongguk, you dumbass, why the fuck do you have to go and develop feelings?

Jeongguk wanted to throw his phone to the nearest wall, the silence from the other line was suffocating him. He was certain that he had just ruined one of the best things that ever happened to him. This was what he got for listening to Yoongi hyung again. Confess, he said. It won’t be that bad, he said.

“Jeongguk, I—”

I’m sorry. I can’t. We’re just friends.

Jeongguk screwed his eyes shut, biting his lower lips. He waited for the rejection to hit him like a punch. It was inevitable after all.

“— I’m glad. I’m glad you feel the same way.”

“Eh?” Jeongguk blinked, straightening his back. Were his ears defying him?

He heard Jimin huffed a weak laugh. “I love you too, love as in when I close my eyes, all I see is you.”

“Oh.” Warmth and embarrassment flooded through Jeongguk at once. He cleared his throat. “Well, okay, then. I’m gonna hang up.”

“Wait! You’re gonna hang up on me? After I confess my love for you?”

He could see Jimin slyly grinning now, probably enjoying the situation more than he should. Jeongguk chortled, “What else do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know…” Jimin sighed, but he was unmistakably smiling. “Maybe you can ask me out?”

“Hm,” Jeongguk pretended to ponder, his heart swelling. His hands were shaking and the drowsiness he felt earlier subsided, swapped by the sudden surge of happiness he felt in his veins. “Maybe tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

Jimin giggled again, causing Jeongguk to bit his lower lip to tamper the smile that was threatening to take over.

“I’ll be waiting then.”

That night, Jeongguk did not sleep at all. How could he, when reality was finally better than his dreams?

xi.

“When did you know?” Jimin asked. He scooted closer to Jeongguk, resting his head on Jeongguk’s shoulder.

Jeongguk hummed, wrapping an arm around Jimin. “Know what?”

“Know that you’re in love with me,” Jimin whispered, sounding bashful as he nuzzled his nose against the crook of Jeongguk’s neck.

“Oh, that,” Jeongguk murmured. He twisted his lips to the side, slightly ashamed and reluctant to tell Jimin. “That night at the club.”

“Yuck!” Jimin giggled, reeling his head back in surprise before playfully hitting Jeongguk’s chest. “That night? I was on my worst, oh my god. I was puking, for God’s sake!”

Jeongguk laughed, shaking his head in embarrassment. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I had some feelings way before that but that night, I just knew, you know.”

Jimin scoffed. “Out of all times and places…”

“What about you?” Jeongguk asked, turning towards his boyfriend. “When did you know?”

“Did you know why I broke up with my ex back then?”

Jeongguk grimaced, he was not fond of Jimin’s exes. Up until now, he still had no idea who it was.

“Because, well, this is embarrassing. I had a crush on you. Initially, I thought it was dumb of me to throw away a relationship over something that was not certain. But that night, when you chose to comfort me and stayed by me, even when I was at my worst, that’s when I knew that I…” Jimin shifted his gaze elsewhere, pretending to be interested at the bowl on the coffee table. He reached out, grabbing the bowl and picked on the popcorns.

“Holy shit… at the same time? Really?”

Jimin shrugged, holding the bowl closer to him before he lifted Jeongguk’s arm to rest against his shoulders.

“You know,” Jeongguk mumbled before planting a kiss on the back of Jimin’s head. “We don’t have to watch this. I know you don’t like The Walking Dead.”

“’Course I don’t,” Jimin replied, munching on a popcorn. “But I’d watch this with you. I mean, it’s better than not spending a minute with you.”

“God, I hate you.”

Jeongguk knew Jimin would never miss the opportunity to make fun of Jeongguk’s confession, and although it was humiliating, a part of him was glad that Jimin did.

xii.

This was how Jeon Jeongguk’s wedding vow went:

“Jimin, I used to believe that I would hear bells when I first met my soulmate. Instead, all I heard was your deafening laughter in class, which now I have come to love. You are the kindest person I’ve ever met, you are gentle in everything you do and I think that’s the most beautiful thing a person can be.

Thank you for staying with me, for being by my side. Thank you for bringing sunshine and colours to my life, for always believing in me, for never giving up on me even after I accidentally ruined the ikea shelf. Thank you for giving me the best version of myself.

I promise to make you laugh when you’re taking yourself too seriously, to care for you and to have Disney marathon without skipping Frozen with you. I promise to love you unconditionally. You are the sunlight that rose again in my life, reincarnation of my childhood dreams, my soulmate.”

#jikook #kookmin #jikook fanfic #kookmin fanfic #kfk: oneshot

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cecilspeaks · 5 years

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151 - The Waterfall

One morning, as Josh Crayton was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed, he had been changed into a towering, gushing waterfall.

Welcome to Night Vale.

The alarm had been going off for a while, but Josh hadn’t heard it. Now he was going to be late. More upsetting than that, his bed was soaking wet. Josh was mortified until he realized that he had changed into the shape of a waterfall at some point during the night. Josh was used to changing shapes, he had been born a shapeshifter, after all. But he rarely changed into something he hadn’t intended to, never in his sleep, and he could always change back easily. Now, no matter how hard he tried, he just kept pouring and cascading and splashing over rocks, and being super annoyingly loud. Something had gone very wrong.

Lately, Josh had been staying in the form of a human teenage boy. He had grown to like his human shape, at times he even thought he was handsome in an understated kind of way. Last night at a party was the first time he had used his abilities in forever. He normally didn’t like to use shapeshifting as a party trick, but last night had been different. He wanted to impress the boy. Josh changed into all the shapes the boy requested, including a bunch he had never thought to try, like mochi ice cream, primordial jungle flora, a bad idea, a hasty plan, and the gearshift knob from a Nash Rembler.

He’d seen the boy in class before, but had barely noticed him, to be honest. Once they started talking, the boy had become very noticeable. He was laid back, yet keenly alert, like a hawk. Soft spoken yet hilarious, also like a hawk. Teasing, yet kind. Like a very - attractive - hawk.

At the end of the night, Josh wrote his number on the boy’s red plastic cup in sharpie and walked home smiling, even though it was late and he had to get up early the next morning to retake his driving test for the fifth time. He was 18 and still without a license. Every time he had taken the test before, he got nervous and turned into a shape that was utterly unfit to drive. A rhinoceros. A warm hug from an old friend. A bookshelf filled with first edition Zadie Smiths. “Oh, I haven’t read Swing Time yet,” Shoshanna from the DMV had said, plucking the book off of him before failing him for not having eyes with which to check his mirrors.

The alarm sounded again. Josh tried to calm his rising panic, but it was difficult to do with the constant roaring of falling water in his ears and his distractingly chill body temperature. He closed his eyes and repeated a mantra he once heard on a Home Depot radio ad: “A triple thick roof of natural cedar shingles. A triple thick roof of natural. Cedar. Shingles.” It always helped him feel more grounded. But no matter how he felt or what he tried, he was still a water fall tumbling and plunging and rambling along, in picturesque tributaries against his will.

Josh knew he couldn’t drive a car in his condition. He probably couldn’t even open the door handle. And if, somehow, he managed to pass the exam, the thought of getting his picture taken like this was embarrassing at best. There was nothing he could do but sit in his room and froth and foam, and swirl, and wait.

By Monday, the situation still hadn’t cleared up. Josh wanted to stay home from class, but his mother Diane, whom he still lived it, made him go. She said that he was obsessing over his looks, and that no one would even notice, and that he was already nearly failing his history and English courses, and did he want to be put on academic probation his very first year in college? Josh couldn’t argue with this, mainly because there were too many different ideas all smashed together, and it was easier to just do as she said.

His friends on campus thought it was a joke at first. Josh tried to be casual about it. He told them that he was stuck like this at the moment. They were very understanding and treated him just the same as always. He actually started to feel better about the whole thing, and that maybe he was silly for having been stressed about it at all.

In his first class, however, he was sent to the Dean’s office for creating a distraction. He went without argument, and explained that this was a physical condition beyond his control and not some immature hazing prank. He received an apology and was sent back to class with an administrative note in case this became a recurring issue. The note had to be laminated and waterproofed, which took some time, and Josh missed an important quiz.

In the quad, an engineering student that Josh barely knew ran right through him on a dare from her friends. She didn’t even make eye contact with him, just ran away screaming, while her squad roared with laughter at the picnic tables. Josh left campus soon afterwards, not caring about flunking or vanity, or whatever else he was supposed to care about. He felt violated and angry, and also ashamed of himself. These were not sensations he was used to feeling, and on top of that, he had started to grow moss along his ledge, which felt slimy and gross and could not be ignored. His self-consciousness had become overwhelming.

Josh sat behind the Desert Flower Bowling Alley drinking a blue slurpie and watching himself dabble all over the hard-packed sand. He felt some relief in being alone, and in being somewhere that his shape wouldn’t have any consequences. Unless, he supposed, he stayed there too long and formed a river or something like that.

He thought of going way out in the desert and becoming an oasis. That might be exciting. He could donate himself as a public service to the thirsty animals and exiled citizens and fearl toddlers that roamed the land. He could create a grove of green trees and lush plants, a refuse for new life. Maybe even new species of life, all springing forth from his gushing, messy body. He pictured a furry lizard with several blinking golden eyes. He pictured a one-legged bird with psychic abilities. He pictured the years melting away, the oasis growing. A green valley emerging. Then multiple valleys, a new civilization might form, rising around the ebb and flow of his waters, growing from mud huts to Ziggurats, to steel towers, and eventually again decaying, again to mud huts, before disappearing for good. And all the while Josh would be there, steadily supplying the lifeblood of their Earth-bound existence.

Suddenly his phone vibrated in the crevice of his rocky outcropping. There was a text from an unknown number. It read: “Hey Mochi”, followed by an emoji of a winking face. “Wanna do something later?” And that was followed by an emoji showing the entirety of possible human free time activities. This was obviously sent by the boy from the party. The surge of excitement ignited by these fix words was instantly extinguished by heavy, wet dread. Josh cringed at the thought of the boy seeing him like this, and of trying to explain it to him. They didn’t know each other that well and it was just too awkward. Josh tried to change shape again, now with renewed effort. He wanted to see the boy later and in order to do that, he needed to not be a waterfall.

After an hour of intense concentration and no results, his phone vibrated again. “This is Monty, by the way, we met at the party”. Josh burbled in frustration. He thought of several texts he could send back, but none of them were the text he really wanted to send, which was “Yeah I know who you are LOL, let’s meet up”. After a moment of staring helplessly at his screen, he turned his phone on silent and put it back under his outcropping.

Josh stayed behind the bowling alley for a long time, churning and flowing and watching the sunset over the dumpsters. He noticed a thick vapor hanging in the sky above him, and wondered if he was affecting the weather.

[“Always Right” by Anne Reburn]

Josh skipped class the rest of that week. He sometimes went to the movie theater during the day. Usually nothing was playing, but it was at least dark and empty and quiet. And the staff there seemed to appreciate how Josh inadvertently cleaned away the sticky soda and popcorn spills on the floor. They gave him free lifetime passes and encouraged him to return often. He missed the deadline for an essay, which meant that he would probably fail English for real. He ignored calls and texts. He couldn’t stand the thought of being around people. Instead of getting used to his new shape, he just became colder, wetter, slimier, and more uncomfortable by the day.

Finally on Friday around 5 PM, Josh was spotted by some friends who were cruising around town, bumping NPR’s “All Things Considered” on the subwoofer and looking for mischief. They called out to him and pulled over. They were excited to see him and asked all kinds of questions: was he sick? Where had he been? There were rumors going about on campus about him, what was the real story? Josh didn’t know how to answer, so he just shrugged and bubbled and eddied around their tires. They were in an old pickup truck that they had just purchased real cheap from John Peters - you know, the farmer -and planned to take it out driving super fast through the sand wastes. Did Josh want to come? Josh did want to. But he hesitated, eyeing the small cab that would definitely not fit his body. But, on an impulse, Josh jumped onto the track bed, ricocheting off the sides in big embarrassing splashes. Everyone cheered, and Josh almost smiled, and off they went.

The wind ripped past him warm and fast. He joked with his friends through the window. It suddenly felt like any other carefree Friday afternoon. After parading around town for a while, they pulled into the gas station for snacks. Josh waited outside in the truck bed. He was thinking that he would probably go back to class on Monday, when a voice called to him. “Josh, is that you?” Josh knew the voice and it filled him with nervous electricity. “I texted you a few times. Are you ghosting me or did you write down your number wrong?” The boy’s playful forwardness hit Josh with some kind of feeling. “I uh, I I don’t know I’m, I’m I’m bad at checking my texts,” Josh mumbled in a non-playful, unstraightforward way that no one could ever find attractive. The boy named Monty nodded, still smiling. “Gotcha. So ghosting then?” Josh swallowed, and his throat would have been dry except that it was made of pure water. “Nice waterfall,” Monty said, jumping up on the tailgate and letting Josh’s mist cool him off. “Uh thanks,” said Josh, wishing the sun would evaporate him immediately. “I’ve been wondering what you would look like as a bread crumb,” said Monty. The word “breadcrumb” sounded sexy the way Monty said it. “Like maybe from a blueberry scone or something like that,” he elaborated. Josh surged down violently at the ground and said, “I don’t really feel like it right now.” Monty nodded a little sadly and jumped off the tailgate, getting the message. “Sure. Maybe next time, I’ll see you around,” he said and then he was gone. Josh’s friends came out of the gas station and they had bought him an ice cream bar, the kind of with a hard chocolate shell covering vanilla ice cream, with a candy tarantula in the middle, Josh’s favorite. Josh ate it, but tasted nothing.

Josh did not go back to class on Monday. He said goodbye to his mother and walked to campus, and then walked past it, and then just kept on walking. He didn’t have a plan, but after he’d gone into the desert ways he circled back to his oasis idea. Though it started as a back alley blue Slurpie dream, it now presented itself as an actual life plan. Why not? He wasn’t going to graduate college, or get a driver’s license, or be socially functional ever again, he might as well create an abundance of life in an otherwise barren wasteland. Josh felt self-sacrificing and heroic upon arriving at this decision, and marched around all day looking for the perfect place to set up shop, i.e. his new life henceforth forever.

He found an especially desolate location and settled in. But standing there for hours while nothing happened was tedious work. Josh decided to do something productive while he waited, like maybe compose a song or write a novel. He hummed for a while, but discovered he wasn’t talented at songwriting or humming, so he tried to write a novel, an espionage thriller about the college basketball team, but he found he didn’t know enough about basketballs or spies or how to properly craft suspense fiction.

He thought maybe he should try writing something more personal, like a story about what had happened to him this past week. Maybe he could even write it in third person, he could pretend to be some other narrator altogether, some random omniscient God voice totally removed from his problematic body, and try to look at things through its eyes. Maybe doing this would help him get a new perspective on the situation. Maybe that would be useful somehow. Or maybe not. But it was worth a try anyway.

Josh went to work on this project while the rest of him spilled and whooshed, flooded against the sun baked earth. He wrote until he couldn’t feel his body anymore. For a long time, he was only aware of his words and thoughts, his self-consciousness was finally not unconscious. At the end of his story, Josh did feel better, though nothing had changed physically. He still didn’t know if he would ever regain control over his shapeshifting ability. He still had all the same problems he did before, but they didn’t seem quite as insurmountable as they had. That was pretty cool. Plus he made himself laugh by using words like “henceforth” and “insurmountable”. And it felt good to laugh.

He thought if he could get his story read over the air on the local radio station, maybe other people would hear it and understand his situation better too. Like maybe his family would hear it, and know that he was doing OK. And that he would probably come home soon, because there were no animals drinking from his oasis, and he was really just creating a whole lot of mud out here. And maybe his English professor would hear it and let him use it as credit for his missing essay.

And maybe even the boy would hear it. Maybe if the boy was still interested, they could go to a movie sometime. If not, Josh would totally understand, because Josh acted like kind of a jerk the last time they saw each other, but Josh does get free lifetime passes at the theater now, and it would be a shame to waste them on just sitting alone in the dark.

Signed, Josh Crayton.

OK, Josh. Happy to help. Please tell Diane I said hi.

Stay tuned, listeners. No one knows what the future holds. Sometimes all you can do is stay tuned.

Good night, Night Vale, good night.

Today’s proverb: All is not lost. Some of it is intentionally hidden.

#welcome to night vale #wtnv transcripts #episode 151 #the waterfall

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yo-imnot-usingthis-bloganymore · 5 years

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Park Jisung x Reader

summary: reader is on their period and invites their boyfriend, Jisung, over for cuddles (gender-neutral reader bc not everyone that gets their period identifies as female)

genre: fluff

word count: 759

warnings: talk of periods/blood; a couple of censored curse words; also the reader is the same age as jisung and therefore they don’t use any honorifics and lives with their parents

i said i was gonna try writing so here we go

y/n had texted their boyfriend nearly 20 minutes ago, begging him to come over, but he’d yet to reply. y/n was left alone on their couch, suffering from intense period cramps, and lacking the warmth and cuddles they knew jisung would bring if he bothered to show up, which was why they desperately wanted him to appear on their doorstep (hopefully with a carton of ice cream). barely a moment after they sent a follow-up message inquiring as to their boyfriend’s whereabouts, y/n heard the telltale sound of their house’s doorbell. despite the pain it brought them, y/n flung themself off the couch and hobbled to answer the door, only managing to shake off the blankets that had tangled themselves around their ankles a few feet from the door that separated them from their boyfriend.

“WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG? I’M DYING AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE!”

Jisung scratched his head awkwardly with his free hand, and raised the shopping bag clutched in his other.

“I stopped at the convenience store on the way here to pick up your favorite ice cream and some Tylenol because I know you’re on your period and I don’t wanna get yelled at,” he said, a blush spreading across his face as he refused to maintain eye contact, “although I guess it’s too late for that” he added under his breath, a grave mistake on his part.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY? PARK JISUNG YOU- mPf” Jisung cut you off with a sweet peck to your lips, his mouth the only thing stopping you from going on a full-blown rant in the doorway of your house.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah fine” y/n grumbled, “but only because you brought me ice cream.”

Y/n collected the heap of blankets in the entryway and led Jisung to the kitchen to grab a couple of spoons for their ice cream.

“So, what are we watching?” Jisung asked as y/n rewrapped themself in their blanket burrito. Their boyfriend received no reply until y/n was comfortably settled on their sofa.

“The Emperor’s New Groove, of course; it’s the greatest movie of all time, besides The Road to El Dorado, which we’ll watch later if you don’t abandon me to a cold, empty, lonely house, with no one to cuddle me, or bring me fo-”

“Alright, I get it! I won’t leave you, y/n.” Jisung said with a roll of his eyes.

“Promise?” y/n implored, tugging an arm free from the blankets wrapped around them to seal the deal with a pinky-promise.

“Promise.” Jisung grinned as he, too, extended his pinky, only to switch his hand to scissors at the last possible second.

“I hate you so much.”

A pause.

“Come cuddle with me.”

Another, shorter pause.

“Please.”

“Anything for my baby,” Jisung cooed with an angelic smile, a stark contrast to his devilish tendencies.

“F**k you, we’re the same age and you know it. Just get over here and hug me before you make me do something I’ll regret,” y/n snarled with no real heat behind their words. They may have been a bit moody because of period hormones, but it was hard to truly get angry at their tall mochi of a boyfriend.

Y/n had been able to ignore the pain in their abdomen because of the distraction their boyfriend provided, but as Jisung got immersed in the movie playing on the TV, y/n was remind of the reason why they’d invited him over in the first place. Never one to hide how they were feeling, y/n immediately made their plight known by groaning loudly.

“Y/n, what is it?” Jisung asked frantically, eyes wide. “Do you need painkillers, or your heat pack, or I could make you a tea, or-”

“Just rub my tummy, Jisungie?” Despite being a little s**t most of the time, Jisung really did care about y/n, and would do just about anything to make them feel better besides, his already weak will had always been defenseless to their puppy-dog eyes.

“Of course, baby. Just eat your ice cream, and I’ll rub your tummy,” he replied, gazing at y/n with loving eyes.

Y/n snuggled back down into their boyfriend’s arms, turning their attention back to Kuzco’s adventures as a llama on the screen, oblivious to the fact that Jisung’s eyes didn’t stray from their curled-up form for the rest of the movie. And, if when y/n fell asleep before the end of the movie, Jisung pressed a soft kiss to their forehead, well, they don’t need to know that.

“Feel better, baby. I love you.”

AN: This is my first time posting something like this uwu so I hope it isn’t too crappy. Please enjoy!! <3

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voiceofreader · 5 years

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A piece where Shinsou gets a love confession from a super kind fem reader from class but he politely declines since he likes another beautiful girl. The reader is heartbroken but accepts it. Shinsou gets with the beautiful girl but he realizes quickly she is egotistical & only liked him for his popularity & looks. One day he overhears a conversation with the reader & her friend about why she liked Shinsou (she lists the good qualities he has) & Shinsou regrets rejecting her & forms a crush.

so this really didn’t fully follow your request 100%, but I had a lot of fun writing it and really got into it. So….. i hope you like it too.

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader (fluffy)

A cold breeze brought down several flower petals, also sending a shiver through your entire body. For spring, it was pretty cold still.

You watched Shinsou in nervous anticipation. You didn’t know what his response would be. You were just two classmates and you just confessed your crush on him. You two barely spoke to one another and yet you put a note on his desk requesting him to meet you after school.

You liked him a lot. You could barely talk to him. You always got so flustered when your eyes met his, when he’d catch you looking at him.

You couldn’t tell what he would say.

He stared at you after you got done stuttering out your confession.

He looked off to the side, uneasily, and placed a hand on the back of his neck. “Look, y/n, you’re a nice girl, and you’re pretty and all, but I can’t accept your feelings. I like someone else.”

You brought your head down, looking down as your eyes slowly filled with tears. “Oh.” You mumbled out in response. “I mean, I’m flattered you feel that way, but you know. You can’t really control who you like and I have a thing for someone else and you know, I’m not gonna lead you on or whatever.” Shinsou continued on. You nodded.

“I know we’re not really friends or anything, but I hope this doesn’t change anything between us. I won’t act different around you, or anything.”

You didn’t reply. Like, you had told yourself before you put your plan in action, you couldn’t get your hopes up because you had no idea if Shinsou would even remember your name.

You two weren’t friends. The only real interaction you two had was from the Sports Festival.

And the random times in class where you two had to interact. You were too shy around him to ever do anything. You couldn’t say hi to him in the mornings, or ask how he was. And it wasn’t like you were a reserved, quiet girl. You weren’t as outgoing as some people, but you weren’t afraid to talk to people you didn’t know.

It was just every time Shinsou was around, your mind went blank.

The only way you knew what he liked was from your friend, Jitsuko, who had a quirk that was like a fortune telling talent. She could tell you what things you enjoy, your personality, parts of your future. But very vague details.

Plus, being in class together for two years, it was hard not to eventually learn something about Shinsou. Like his devotion to become a hero.

You weren’t going to be a hero. Your quirk was useless compared to his. You could change your hair at will. The color, texture, thickness, length, you could do what you wanted with it. But you couldn’t like make it move or anything, so you couldn’t use it to be a hero. More than anything, you wanted to be a school teacher. It was lame against Shinsou’s dream to be a pro hero.

Shinsou started to turn away, to leave. “Wait!” You sprang up. He looked back at you, surprised by your sudden change of attitude.

“Can…Can I ask you who you like? Or just like, they’re in class with us?” You had to look down again, this time out of embarrassment.

“I trust that you won’t tell anyone? Just like I won’t tell anyone you just confessed to me?” He proposed in a more serious tone. You nodded in agreement. “It’s Reika Ito.” He confessed.

Reika Ito, the transfer student this year. She was absolutely beautiful with her blonde, long, wavy hair, and blue crystal eyes. She was like a model. She was tall, skinny and fit. She was the Momo Yaoyorozu of the General Studies course. She was absolutely beautiful and rich. Though, she wasn’t as smart or refined as Momo. Nor did she even have a great hero quirk.

She had a light quirk. She can emit any color light from her fingertips, like a flashlight. Though, it wasn’t her quirk that made her so desirable. It was mostly her beauty and her charismatic personality. There wasn’t a person who was attracted to females that didn’t eventually develop a crush on her.

You must’ve been making a face, because Shinsou then asked, “what? Got a problem with that?”

You shook your head and looked up at him innocently. “No. No, it was just that… Everyone likes her and I kind of thought you would’ve been different.”

“Different how? Oh, like different as in I’d like someone like you instead? Look, we don’t have anything in common, and we don’t talk at all. It’s not a surprise that I don’t like you. I’m going now.” And like that, he walked off, leaving you with a broken heart.

Though, you couldn’t let it get you that down. He was partially right. But he was wrong about one thing: You two had a few things in common, he just didn’t know anything about you.

Like, you both like cats, and riding bikes. You both like the same types of movies and books. You could’ve sworn that if you had the opportunity, you’d show him that you two could’ve been great friends and even maybe more.

But you liked him so much that you could barely talk with him.

You sighed and turned on your heel, walking in the opposite direction that Shinsou did.

The sound of your steps on the sidewalk towards the dorms was muted by the petals on the ground. You were sure Shinsou was probably staying back to go practice for the upcoming sports festival.

Lately, Shinshou was staying at the school to train until curfew, where he’d come back to the dorms, finally.

When you got to your floor, you were greeted by your best friend, Jitsuko, who lived in the room next to yours. She must’ve guessed it was you, who was coming up on the elevator.

“Y/n! How’d it go? When’s the wedding? Am I invited?” She bombarded you with questions. You gave her a sad smile. “Not anytime soon. He turned me down.”

“Ah, really? Is it because he’s gay?” Jitsuko followed you, as you entered your room, and tossed your bag on the floor, next to the closet doors. You plopped onto the bed. “No. I wish though. He likes Reika.” You sighed in your answer.

“Not another hopeless victim!” Jitsuko jumped on your bed, sitting cross legged. “Yep. He likes her. Didn’t give me a reason. Though, I don’t think I’d be able to handle hearing why he likes her. I barely made it without crying as is. But, I suppose it wouldn’t be hard to guess why he likes her. He’s just like every other guy, I guess. She’s absolutely beautiful! Her and her stupid pretty face, and irresistible charm, and her stupid hair!” You replied, grumbling.

“You could match her hair, you know?” Jitsu reminded. “Yeah.” You nodded, sitting up, matching her hair. The blonde, with darker blonde, natural highlights. The length going to your lower back, although it would be longer if it wasn’t so voluminous and wavy.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror across the room in the corner. You took in your appearance, combed your fingers through the soft hair. A tear escaped, falling down your face. “No, it’s not right though. I can’t make him like me by being like her.” You shook your head, your hair reverting to its appearance before. It wasn’t exactly the same hair you were born with, but you like this style on you. You liked the color, the texture, and you thought it brought out your eyes.

Looking at yourself, the way you were usually, you picked at your appearance, comparing it to Reika’s. Your eyes weren’t as bright, you weren’t as tall as her, your chest wasn’t as big, or perky as hers.

“He did call me pretty though.” You mumbled, shrugging. It was something at least.

“Well, when he finally realizes how fake she is, I’m sure he’ll be on his knees, begging for your hand in marriage.” Jitsu nudged you. You smiled at her ridiculous words of encouragement. “Now, come on. I can see some mochi ice cream in your near future!” She hopped off your bed, grabbing one of your arms, trying to pull you up with her. You were lucky to have her.

~ Some sort of transition of time?

“Oh man, that Todoroki and Midoriya! They have to be gay! Did you see them this morning? Todoroki is lusting for that broccoli ass!”

You rolled your eyes at Jitsuko, who even two days after the sports festival was still fangirling over the two pro hero students. “Since you’re a lesbian, I’m surprised you could be so obsessed over two guys.”

“Just because I don’t like dick, doesn’t mean they can’t, and doesn’t mean I can’t encourage it! But just like last year, their fight, and Midoriya encouraged Todoroki to use his fire? God! They need to make out so bad!” Jitsu turned around to face you, and walked backwards. Her face was lit up with fangirl excitement. “Didn’t you think Bakugou and Midoriya were gay for each other?”

“What the hell did you just say, you damn extra?!” A rough voice shouted. You looked behind you, seeing no one other than the infamous Katsuki Bakugou glaring at you with fire in his eyes.

You stopped walking and was speechless. How coincidental was this? You just so happened to be talking about him, the one time you’ve ever seen him walk this way? And right when he’s in earshot?

Katsuki Bakugou, the top student of the 2-A class. The winner of your year’s festival, twice in a row.

You clutched your school bag to your chest, in self defense. “We were just joking around. So, mister first place, make your way along.” Jitsu said, waving off the fiery blond psycho.

“Jokes are supposed to be funny! That was fucking stupid. Watch your back from now on, big eyes! Next time you piss me off, you’re fucking dead, got it?!” Bakugou sneered in your direction. “Y-yes sir.” You nodded furiously.

He scoffed and then continued walking on. As he turned a corner, you relaxed and let out a long breath. “I saw my life flash before my eyes!” You cried, though with an amused look on your face. It was in fact kind of funny that he heard you.

Jitsu burst out in wild laughter, clutching her stomach. You had to join in on her infectious laughing. “I can’t-… Believe… That just… Happened!” Jitsu said in between breaths, as she calmed down, wiping away her tears of joy.

You were also out of breath. “Yeah, you were the one who thought he was gay. But I’m the one he’s gonna kill. It’s hilarious.”

“Hey, maybe you should go for him instead of purple hair.” Jitsu teased as she led the way down the hall once more. “Are you deaf or something? I don’t believe he was just flirting with me or being nice back there. Why would I date a felon in the making?”

“I don’t know, I think he kind of just complimented you back there. You do have very big and beautiful eyes.” She shrugged. “He just said big, not beautiful. Besides, from what it seems like, he calls people by features he notices first because he can’t be bothered to remember names. Not like he even knows my name. I didn’t even make it through the first round this year.” You lightly argued.

“Okay, but if that’s true, then he noticed your eyes first. I think that’s something. Date the explosion boy!” Jitsu joked. “I’ll date him if the next time we ever speak, he doesn’t threaten my life,” you bargained, walking into the classroom. With a smile on your face still, you casually looked around the room, like you always did. Seeing how many of your classmates were there, and what was going on.

Your eyes stopped on two things in particular, and your smile dropped. In fact, it felt like your heart did too.

Shinsou and Reika hanging by Shinsou’s desk.

He had his arm around her shoulders. He had a smile on his face, and she was laughing about something.

Jitsuko noticed your sad look and followed where your eyes were. She forced you to your desk in the back, and plopped you down on your seat. She made her way over to a group of giggling girls. “All right girls, what’s the scoop? What’s with Shinsou and Reika?” she asked.

Mei, the head of the gossip in the class, scoffed at Jitsuko. “You mean you don’t know? Like everyone knows.”

“I’m sorry I don’t follow stupid locker room talk. So what’s going on with them?” Jitsu grumbled. “Well, there’s no confirmation, but Watanabe caught them sucking faces this weekend in Shinsou’s room. So rumor is that they’re totally a thing now after Reika saw how far Shinsou got in the festival.” Mei dished.

Hearing this, you crossed your arms on your desk, and threw your head into them. Jitsu came over and patted your back. “Knowing Reika, it might not last that long. He’ll be heartbroken and you’ll swoop in a mend his heart. I give it not even a week.” She suggested, lightheartedly.

But it didn’t end after a week, not even after a month, or the month after that.

It was a saturday night/sunday morning, after midnight. Jitsu who came back to the couch, after putting her dirty spoon back into the kitchen. You two were watching t.v. late at night in the common room, eating jelly. You two were the last ones up.

It was a rerun of an old rom-com drama. Boys Over Flowers, to be exact. A scene where Domyouji just had a fight with Makino for like the fifteen thousandth time. It was about his fianceé.

“See, you and Shinsou are like Tsukasa and Tsukushi.” Jitsuko said, coming back over to cuddle into you for warmth. She then yawned.

“We barely talk, nonetheless argue, or even have requited love for each other. I’m more like Shigeru. The girl who likes Tsukasa, regardless of the engagement, but he wants nothing to do with her.” You slumped down.

“Okay, but how about Reika is like Umi. You know, Tsukasa loses his memory and feelings for Makino and Umi swoops in, messing with his memories and making him think he really likes her and Makino is his enemy? It isn’t until the recreation of the elevator scene, except in the cabin and Tsukasa gets his memory back and remembers his feelings for Makino?” Jitsu jumped up.

“Not even close. Find me a character duo that’s like me and Shinsou. You know, the girl is too shy to talk to him, but is madly in love with him? And they never talk ever and then he starts dating the popular pretty girl even though she will never like him like the shy girl does because she can see him as person instead of just some cute boy with potential to be a big hero. Like does she know that his favorite manga at the moment is One Punch? Does she even like anime or manga? I bet not! But I do! And that was before I knew he did! Years before I even knew him. I like One Punch too, you know. I mean, I bet she’s only with him because of his quirk! And you know what? I don’t care about his quirk! I mean, it is really awesome and no doubt he’s going to be a big hero someday, but I also like him because of his passion, and his determination. He’s so smart and dedicated! He also likes cats! I like cats! I have 2 cats and I bet he’d love them! Also he’s really funny when he wants to be. I don’t think she’s ever laughed at one of his jokes. But I bet he doesn’t care that she doesn’t like him for the good qualities he has. He’s probably upstairs right now, dry humping her leg because he’s just a normal stupid boy who falls for the pretty girl!” You crossed your arms and pouted.

Maybe the sake jelly you had was getting to you. Maybe you shouldn’t have let Jitsu’s older brother buy it for you two.

“You’re wrong about that last part.” The deep voice from behind you made you jump. “Sh-Shinsou!” You squeaked in embarrassment, turning to see it was him, standing behind the couch, looking down at you. Did he hear you? How much did he hear? Though, it really didn’t matter because even if he heard just the tail end, it was still bad.

“You know, you’re not the only two people in this dorm who are awake. So don’t talk so loud like you are.” Shinsou grumbled at you, harshly. You lowered your head. Great, now he hated you.

“You know what? I think I’m going to bed. Night!” Jitsuko hopped up to her feet and ran up the stairs.

It was silent and awkward. Except for the low murmur of voices on the t.v.

“I’m sorry you heard that. I mean, I suppose I have no room to talk about you like that, so I’m sorry about that too.” You mumbled. He groaned, and came around the couch, and sat down next to you.

“You weren’t too off about some of that stuff. She really only saw me for the power I have. Right after I lost against Todoroki in the final round, she met me in the back and kissed me right there. It was weird, but you know. I was stupid and went with it. And these three months, I thought we were doing good. We got in this huge fight about a week ago about how she’s just trying to use me for my potential to be a hero. She was introducing me to her father who owns like three agencies. After two months of trying to get his approval of me, she kinda became distant to me. So I brought it up and we got in this huge argument. We haven’t really spoke in over a week, so I just went to you know, talk things out. I didn’t know if we’d work things out, or we would break up. Cause, like I thought I loved her and all, but this last week of not talking, and seeing her not bothered by it, talking to other guys and laughing at their jokes, it made me think. But I was willing to work through it. But.. I just went up to her room, well, a few hours ago and I found her making out with Murakami. So, I suppose things are over. So yeah. You were wrong about that last part.” He snapped at you at the last sentence.

You stared up at him with an unreadable expression, because you didn’t really know how to feel. You couldn’t feel happy because they were over, or that Shinsou was right there with you in the middle of the night. Because he was unhappy. And what you said probably rubbed salt into the wound.

“Look, I’m sorry. Like I said, it wasn’t my place to say anything like that. I didn’t really mean it. And I’m sorry about you and Reika, really.” You muttered out quietly. “So you didn’t mean the part where you like my dedication, or humor? Or that you like cats too and that you have two of them that I would love?” Shinsou darkly teased.

You let out a shaky laugh. “I suppose I did mean those things.”

Shinsou stole your jelly that you left on the table. Taking your spoon and everything. “So you really like me, huh? Still after all that time?”

“Yeah. I guess.” You shrugged. “You guess?” He wondered.

It wasn’t that you were losing feelings for him, nor were you catching feelings for someone else. It was just… since that weird encounter with Bakugou, he seemed to bump into you a lot and his threats were getting less severe. So you were really thinking about trying to get over Shinsou.

“I mean… I don’t know. Isn’t it weird hearing someone tell you their crush on you? I mean, you don’t even know me.” You puffed out your cheeks. “It’s kinda nice hearing someone talk about me in a nice way. So if you want to continue inflating my ego, I wouldn’t mind. I could kind of use someone gushing about me in a pathetic way right now.” He shrugged, smiling weakly, looking at the television.

You looked up him through your eyelashes, refusing to make eye contact with him. “Is it really that pathetic?” You asked in a small voice. Did he really look down on you?

“I suppose not. But no one normal talks about the person they have a thing for like that.”

“It’s not my fault! I had a sake jelly!” You raised your voice, although more in playful defense. “Yeah? Then you really can’t handle your alcohol.” He scoffed.

You didn’t know what to say, so you decided to turn your attention to the t.v., trying to really focus on the dialogue between Makino and Rui. But Shinsou’s presence kept gnawing at you.

“So… Tell me about yourself. Besides anime and cats. What else do you like?” Shinsou asked making you wince in surprise by his sudden question, only because you thought the conversation was done for.

“I like reading manga too. I like going to the park close to the train station and feeding the ducks. I like yakisoba noodles. Especially those noodles at Kameya Shinjuku Tentama Soba. (we’re gonna pretend this isn’t a noodle shop in Tokyo. I just couldn’t come up with a name on my own) “And then, I also like fruit tea.” You answered, thinking of the most random things you could on the spot.

“That’s a lot of things. But I’d like to go to that soba shop. You should take me some time.” Shinsou placed down the empty plastic container on the table, and went to grab another jelly. You really had a lot of them out. And you were planning to eat them all yourself. But you couldn’t be mad if it was Shinsou who you were sharing with.

“So, what do you like, Shinsou?” You confidently asked in return. “I like bike riding. Especially on nice windy days. I like lizards. I used to have two before I moved into the dorms. I like to go home and visit them during breaks. And I suppose I also like this jelly.” He looked down at the jelly in his hand, as he took another spoonful into his mouth.

Your heart was pounding hard in excitement. This was groundbreaking progress.

“So, catch me up on what’s going on in this show? Who is this Makino with? Is it the weird emo guy with the violin or the curly hair guy with some sort of trauma?” Shinsou commented with a confused expression.

You laughed at his ridiculous observation of the show. Shinsou took his eyes off the t.v. to look at you, with a small curling to his mouth. It was like a sad, lonely smile.

You could tell he was really hurt still by Reika. And you had no certainty that this was some blooming friendship. But you were going to try your best for him.

“All right, first we have to start from the very beginning. So Makino is a normal girl from a poor family and she by chance gets into this really rich school.” You started off, scooting closer to Shinsou. “Oh, okay, so it’s one of those shows. Poor girl goes to new school and she starts on the wrong foot of some rich guy, right?” Shinsou guessed. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I’ve seen a lot of these.”

You were starting to feel tired, but your chest was beating fast enough to keep you up for however long it took until Shinsou would go to bed.

(fun fact: You two stayed up all night into the daylight and other students were up.)

#Shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #bnha x reader #My hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #voiceofreader

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wanna one as types of boyfriends

yoon jisung:

the walking meme. everything he does is fucking hilarious. you literally have 2000 photos of him on your phone which could be edited into potential memes. there’s never a sad/boring day in your life. he’s actually always super excited about everything and you always sometimes question his mental age but you still think it’s really cute. always makes stupid puns and jokes to make you laugh (that sometimes even results to self degradation). all that makes him happy is seeing you smile, so he makes that his daily goal. likes to send you weird pictures of him using different filters on snapchat that you obviously screenshot. he’s super funny and your whole family loves him, especially the kids. “auntie when are you getting married to uncle jisung?” “soon” “um jisung wtf stop lying to the kids” “i never said i was lying”

ha sungwoon:

the tea sipper. he has the dirt on everyone, and i mean everyone. knows what’s going on in your life, your neighbor’s life, and your second cousin’s uncle’s grandfather’s life. your dates consist of gossiping with the neighborhood aunties every week at the book club he organized. wants to know how your day is and knows you so well that he can tell when your feeling down. sings to make you feel better, and if that doesn’t make you smile, he’ll probably pull out the big guns and start dancing to girl’s day something. doesn’t mind embarrassing himself if it makes you happy :’). doesn’t like it when you call him cute bc he’s “manly not cute”. tries to fight other people when they talk shit about you. talks a lot!!! like when you’re trying to catch some z’s, all he does is talk about how your neighbor’s husband is cheating on her with her sister??? “omg don’t tell anyone but jisoo’s husband is cheating on her with her own sister” “wtf how do you know?? did you stalk her husband again??” “no way, i was throwing away the trash and i saw them?? coincidentally??”

hwang minhyun:

the perfectionist. a little ocd and always needs everything to be super clean and organized. he told you that he had perfect attendance in school and always had straight a’s. his skin is perfect, his visuals are perfect, and his voice is perfect. sometimes you feel like he’s too good for you, but then you remember how much of an awkward loser he is in real life. texts you the most romantic things, but can’t say it in person to you. you like to tease him a lot for being an awkward antisocial person. very easily embarrassed person. not a big pda person. blushes a lot. doesn’t know how to convey his feelings into words or actions, but it’s okay bc you know he’s trying hard. he looks like a cold tsundere but sike he’s a soft mochi on the inside. smiles a lot more now bc “you make me happy i guess”.

ong seongwoo:

the prankster. he loves messing around with you and pissing you off. one time he put blue dye into your body wash and you came out of the shower looking like a smurf. you guys end up having prank wars and once you even super glued his feet into his shoes. when he’s not thinking of ingenious plans to prank you, he’s actually a really sweet boyfriend. sometimes he takes you out on spontaneous dates to that fancy restaurant across town to make up an excuse to see you wear a beautiful dress. but he loves taking you on midnight rides. like he’ll drive you in silence as you enjoy the night sky and talk to you about random things and let you rant about your inner thoughts. “stop staring at me ong!! focus on the road” “you’re just too beautiful. you distracted me”

kim jaehwan:

the musician. he confessed to you in broad daylight while playing the guitar and singing a song written for you. you guys were sitting on a bench in the city and he randomly whips out his guitar and starts singing. a crowd gathers around you eventually, and they cheer when you accept his confession. he likes to write songs in the middle of the night, so you’ll probably wake up at 3 AM and hear him playing random chords on the piano and writing lyrics in the dark. he writes songs thinking about you and likes to sing to you when you have trouble sleeping. also super extra!! likes to boast about things that he can’t do like karate and playing soccer. he told you that he used to play soccer in middle school, but when you actually took him out to play he said “yeah i played soccer. i played fifa” “ugh i hate you so much right now”

kang daniel:

the gamer. he’s a huge fucking loser, and he loves playing league and overwatch and basically every game ever. tried to teach you how to play league once but you never understood anything, so he ended up carrying the team and winning. spends 95% of his time indoors, but he also likes to cuddle with you when he’s gaming. makes you sit on his lap while he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your head when he plays. likes taking you to comicon or any other nerdy convention. but it’s endearing to see him so excited about cosplayers. “cosplay with me next year” “lol how about a no”

park jihoon:

the prince. on top of his handsome looks and dancing skills, he was also born with a silver spoon in his mouth. buys you everything you’ve ever wanted and then some. but you’re not interested in materialism ok yes you are but you’re more interested in him. so he doesn’t really understand love?? like he’s always been loved by his parents but he tries his hardest to convey his feelings for you without extravagant gifts. like this is the first time someone told him that they didn’t want a new car and he doesn’t understand why you don’t want a mercedes benz but it’s your loss?? he takes you to nice dates at super expensive high end restaurants while you assure him that getting a take-away pizza is always fine too. wears gucci and givenchy and saint laurent and tries to buy you clothes from there too but one dress is worth more than your life??? he likes to sleep on your shoulder while you stroke his hair. really cute relationship full of $$$. if you need a sugar daddy you know who to call. “you want a new car?” “wtf no i want a new boyfriend” “>:((((”

park woojin:

the shy turned wild one. yeah he was really shy when you first met but now he wildin. you tried taking him to a family party once but he was getting too into his dancing and ended up grinding the floor. what happened to the shy bean that couldn’t look you in the eye?? sometimes he’s still really shy around people he just met, and he kind of attaches himself to you. but dancing really makes him let everything go, and he tries to teach you choreographies to your favorite songs. taught you how to dance to red velvet and exo and rap to okey dokey. dates consists of dance lessons and chilling at home watching smtm together. bet milk tea on who’s going to make it to the finals. “yo it’s gonna be nucksal” “oh hell no i’m betting on hangzoo” “wow it’s only bc you like zico & dean more smh i thought you loved me”

bae jinyoung:

the nerd that turned hot. you known him since elementary school but boy did he glow up in high school. the last thing you remember was him being that smart nerd that never talked, but now he has a whole army of girls chasing after him. outside appearance may have changed but he’s still a nerd. dates consists of chilling at home and watching the latest episode of the anime y’all like while cuddling. takes you to animecon where you cringe at the weebs but where he enjoys every moment of it. likes taking you to manga and anime stores. dreams of going to japan with you. also likes to buy you cute couple charms for your phone. “i bought you the touka charm bc you’re the touka to my kaneki” “you’re such a fucking weeb lmao but sasaki is better”

lee daehwi:

the foreign swagger. yeah he lived in america for 4 years, that’s why he’s here man. just kidding, he’s a super adorable boyfriend that sometimes mixes up his languages when he’s flustered. super caring and always frets over you. nags you a lot when you get sick. “i told you not to go outside without a jacket!” but really good music tastes. makes different spotify playlists for you to listen to when you’re sad or tryna to get turnt. likes shopping dates!! he is your personal fashion designer and buys cute dresses when he thinks you look cute in them. “i thought this color suited you really well, so i bought it!” “um but it says it’s $300″ “oops?”

lai guanlin:

the athlete. he likes every sport but he’s super obsessed with basketball dude. like he’ll take you out to the nearest basketball court to shoot with him even if you can’t make a shot for your life. dw he’ll teach you the proper shooting form and how to dribble. you’ll end up having lots of cute basketball dates and afterward he’ll probably take you out for ice cream. likes to rest his head in your lap as he practices his shooting form laying down. lots of after-practice cuddles. “ew guanlin you’re so sweaty. get off of me” “no i like staying with you like this”

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