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ditttiii · 4 years

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Enchanted To Meet You || 03.

SERIES MASTER-LIST (NEXT CHAPTER)

This chapter:- no warnings except teeth rotting fluff~

Summary: No one ever told you that you had a soulmate or—soulmates, for that matter. Humans don't have soulmates, but shapeshifters do. What are you supposed to do when the seven members of the worlds biggest boy band turn out to be your soulmates—only for you to realise that they aren't even human.

BTS is on a hiatus and ARMY thinks they are completing their mandatory military service. You believe that too, at least you did, until you realised that you had adopted them and that one way or another they were gonna live with you—as Hybrids because apparently you all are soulmates.

SOULMATE AU // HYBRID AU // IDOL AU

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You slam shut the door to your apartment behind you with the heel of your shoe, your hands preoccupied with holding a basket and supplies that you had bought on your way home. The basket was currently housing your new pet. The top of it perforated to let the air in, but still closed enough to make sure that your bunny couldn't just hop out and run away. While you were surprised by how calm and friendly he seemed after barely knowing you for an hour, you still weren't about to risk yourself a runaway bunny.

You put the basket down on your center table before you move to the kitchen to store away your supplies. You need to sort your head and home before you open them both to another being. And so for the next 30 minutes, you think back to all your experiences as a previous rabbit owner and turn your house into a rabbit friendly abode. You hide all the sharp things away in cupboards and tape the old jagged edges of your bed to make sure that your new roommate doesn't accidentally cut himself while jumping over. Sooner or later, you know it was going to happen.

You stop once you are done "bunny-proofing" the house and take a look around. You try to find any more potential injury-inducing spots and breathe out a relieved sigh once you can't find any.

Right! Time to get the little baby out now, you think, but you don't make any move to go to the basket. Your hands, for some reason, are clammy and uncomfortably wet. Your pulse is higher than usual. All of these textbook signs of nervousness, you know.

'This is ridiculous. Why do I feel nervous about having a bunny? I should be excited, dammit!' You think to yourself as you huff out a breath and plop your body on the sofa. You know you should open the basket and let the bunny out. He probably feels stuffed sitting in there. But for some reason, you have this feeling deep in the pit of your stomach that's making you feel like you are missing something.

'But what?' you question yourself. You furrow your brows and bury your hands in your hair. Pulling at the strands in frustration, you groan out loud. You feel confused, anxious—scared, and you don't understand why. And that was driving you up the wall.

'And what was that little episode earlier?' A voice inside your head questions and you sink further into your couch. You still don't understand why you almost fainted like that.

'And what was that pain?' You shift your hands and wrap them around yourself. You had to go to the doctors to get checked too. There was no way in hell that you were going to ignore something like that. As a med-student, you knew better by now. You look up to the box as you hear your bunny scratching at the inside of it. 'I hope he doesn't scratch me like my last one did,' you muse to yourself as you stand and move closer to the basket.

Once you reach it, you quickly pick up the basket and transfer it to your couch. Just in case your bunny has lost its unexplainable affection for you. Then you settle down beside it and carefully open the lid of the basket, gently, as to not startle the little bunny. No sooner had you opened the lid than he poked his head out, staring at you.

You stop and look at him as he looks at you, the look in his eyes something that you could only describe as overtly curious. You keep your eyes locked onto him as he pushes his head even further out the basket, his front paws making an appearance as he stands and puts them on the edge of it. You slowly inch back a little, knowing from your experience, that it was a sign that he was going to jump out. However, to your growing surprise, he does no such thing. He continues to stand there, with his two front paws on the edge of the basket, his head hovering between them as he keeps looking back at you, making no move to jump out. His ears, soft and white with the tips covered with faint soft brown fur, stand straight, twitching now and then.

You move closer, fascinated by how different he was than what you had been expecting. And as if reading your actions as a sign to come closer, he pushes his head out further—closer to you. The edge of the basket straining, bending under his weight as he pushes all his body weight on it to push himself closer.

You gasp as he reaches further than you had expected him to, still not jumping out, and you go cross-eyed as you try to keep your eyes on him. Before you can push yourself back, he closes the last few inches between your faces and nuzzles his nose below your lower lip. You stay frozen as you feel tiny huffs of warm breath hit your sensitive skin. His soft, long white whiskers tickle your lips and you try to scoot back a little, in case you end up sneezing on the poor bunny but before you can scoot back more than an inch, he hops out.

You squeal like a teenage girl and almost topple off of the couch, as you try to save your face from the very sharp claws of your bunny. 'Need to get them cut or at least filed,' you think and watch as your bunny uses the distraction to make himself comfortable on your lap. Curling his paws under him until you could no longer see them and putting his head on your thigh, he nuzzles the covered skin of your jean-clad thigh.

You sigh as you watch him get comfortable before a smile breaks out on your face. He was weirdly affectionate towards you, and you don't understand why that is but you would be lying if you said that you didn't like it. A laugh breaks out of you as you hear your bunny huff and scratch at your jeans, probably not very fond of the material. But you also weren't going bare around him until you could get his nails filed, past experiences had taught you that it would be a very bad idea.

And so you spend the next hour lounging on your couch, petting your new bunny. His fur feels like silk as you run your hands through it. Every now and then he would also raise his head and nudge your fingers, stroking and pressing his face into them almost as if he was kissing them. You coo and bring him up to your chest, settling him there, before sprawling on the couch comfortably and turning on your TV. You continue caressing him as you mindlessly watch and surf through channels, losing track of time.

It's only a couple of hours later when the sun has gone down and your apartment is dark—the living room illuminated only by the light from the television, that you realise how long you have been acting like a couch potato. Your bunny is asleep, still very much on top of you, soft purrs that almost sound like snores reaching your ears. You resist the urge to hug him close and instead softly pick him up, careful to not wake him before you place him back on the couch, and silently make your way to the kitchen to get your dinner started.

You dice a carrot and a cucumber before mixing them both with some herbs you had got on your way, making a salad of sorts. You need to go shopping soon to get veggies that would suit his diet more on a daily basis, but for tonight it would do.

Done with his meal, you opt for instant ramen for yourself, too tired after the long day to bother with anything more nutritious. Once you have your ramen served, you pick up both bowls and make your way back to the living room, switching on the lights with a hit of your elbow.

"Upsie daisy bugzayy~" you call out as you place the bowls on the center-table, and plant yourself right back onto the couch.

"Come on you lazy butt, time to eat!" You call out again and run your hands softly over his ears, playing with them. "I should give you a name, eh?"

At that, he finally looks up, his eyes glitter with interest, or so you assume, before he bobs his head, almost as if he's nodding?

‘You really should go to the doctors to get checked, something is probably wrong with you if you think your rabbit is nodding and understanding your language,’ some part of your brain whispers and you can’t help but agree. You have been acting a bit spazzy all day and it would probably be a good idea to get checked, maybe you should schedule a psychologist visit too.

"Alright big guy, how about Bugz?" you suggest but the way his bunny ears immediately drop at hearing that, makes you retract your suggestion.

"Alright, that's fine. No Bugz, uhh" you pause before continuing "okay how about Kookie?" you throw out, it wasn't exactly a secret how much you loved K-pop. You are sure if your classmates knew you had a new pet, they would assume that you'd name it after some K-pop singer and they wouldn't be wrong, and if the sudden rise of your bunnies ears is any indication, he loves the name too. You giggle as he does a happy hop before you push his food bowl closer to him. With one last glance his way, seeing him happily munch away at his dinner, you at last tuck into yours.

A/N: Finallyy! This is roughly 2k words of nothing but bunny kookiexOC interaction and *phew* I am so glad it’s done. Scene building is my forte, interactions? not so much. But I’m pretty happy with how it turned out :)

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jumpingkeito · 6 years

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It’s Just A Game! (Part Three)

Title: It’s Just a Game! (Part Three) Pairing: Inoo/Reader/Yama Genre: Fluff, Mild angst (??) A/N: I tried to post this a few days back but when I clicked post it never posted and I just realized smh. Thank you all for waiting!! Finals are over for me finallyy

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“Ice cream, la la la la la la laaaa~!” Yamada hummed with his beautiful voice as the two of us slipped to the ice cream store. “Ice cream, la la la la la la laaaa~!” I copied him, grinning. If there's one thing both of us can do, that's singing. Yamada wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“It's Yamada Ryosuke!” A girl squealed, and suddenly people swarmed us. “Are you his girlfriend?” Some girl asked me. “I hope not!” Someone responded.Yamada was smiling and signing autographs and posing for pictures as he pushed us out if the crowd. He whispered in my ear, “Run.” And so the both of us did. We ran with all our might, away from the chasing fangirl until we descended upon our ice cream shop. “JACOB!” We yelled, pounding at the glass door. The man who owned the shop, Jacob, saw us and let us in, before locking the door. The fangirl all pressed their faces to the door but couldn't get in. Jacob turned the sign so that it said ‘closed’.Me and Yamada shuffled back and sighed in relief as they one by one they left the door and we were left alone again.

“How many times have I told you to wear a disguise when going out?” Jacob scolded Yamada. “I keep telling you, this is America, not Japan. Fangirls are ruthless.” He sighed. Yamada looked guilty. “You're lucky I had no customers at that moment or else I wouldn't be able to lock the door.” Jacob went to the counter. “Is it ice cream day? You guys are a little late.” Jacob looked at the clock. “Oh we already got ice cream, at that new place.” I said, smiling. Jacob frowned. “Fine then. You can't have any ice cream from here.” “It wasn't as good as yours though! So we were headed here to get the good ice cream, when that happened.” Yamada grinned, a little sheepish. “Alright then! Go ahead and choose the best ice cream in town!” Jacob said, pulling out his scooper with a big smile on his face. “Yes sir!” we both chimed, and ordered our ice cream. Me and Yamada both sat there, conversing lightly with Jacob. Jacob was basically a father to the both of us, plus really good ice cream.

When we were walking home, Yamada took my hand, stopping us in the middle of the street. It was dark, so we stood underneath the streetlight. “Hey (y/n).” He looked serious. “Yes?” I said, my brows furrowing with worry. “I have a question.” He said, lacing his fingers with mine. “What is it?” I asked.

“My manager told me there's been high demand for a tour this year, and with the release of my EP, my career is skyrocketing.” He smiled a little. “That's amazing!” I gasped, cheering for him. He nodded before looking away. “What's the matter?” I asked. “I'm thinking of getting signed earlier and moving back to Japan. Quit school next month or so.” “What?” My eyes widened, and I felt my heart start to ache. “You can't be serious!” But Yamada kept the same solemn expression on his face, and I knew that he was. I let out a small smile. “Well, it does sound like an amazing opportunity. I'm sure you'll be very successful.”

“Come with me.” He said.

“What?” I gasped. “To Japan. I need you there with me.” He begged. I shook my head. “Yamada you know I can't…” “I know… Ivy League school… But… You’re my only hope there! You're the person who wrote the music in my EP! You're the songwriter behind Moonlight!” He grasped my hands tighter. “I don't want to go without you.” He murmured.

My heart ached.

“Tell me, soon okay?” He smiled softly, his eyes still a little sad. I nodded. “I will.”

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“Yamada, good morning.” I greeted him. The boy looked at me worried. “Are you okay?” He asked. “About last night? Yes, I'm fine.” I smiled. “No not that… did you check the news at all this morning? Or social media?” Yamada frowned. I shook my head. “Go look, now.” He ordered me. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through articles before I saw a photo.

A blurry side shot of me and Yamada standing under the streetlights, hands clasped and looking into each other's eyes. The way they took it made us look like a couple. I couldn't mask my shock. My hands shook. This was the last thing I wanted. Exposure to the media. I was supposed to be the girl on the sidelines, supporting my best friend since childhood.

“I've denied all allegations but… I'm sorry (y/n). I should have been more careful.” He apologized. I shook my head. “It's alright Yama-” I scrolled further down the article. An anonymous source told us that her name was (y/n) (l/n). She's the childhood friend of Yamada Ryosuke, as well and the songwriter behind all his music! My head spun. How could they find everything out like that? Who tipped them? Yamada put a hand in my shoulder.

“(y/n), go home early today. Don't leave your house. I'll visit you later okay?” He told me. I merely nodded, my head whirling. My mind was numb as I shuffled out of school. Yama's manager, Nathan, found me and told me that Yamada had ordered him to drive me back home. At home I blindly led myself to my room and collapsed on the bed. The monitor on my desk flashed, reminding me that there was one comfort I could go to.

Inoo.

“Inoo!” I called waving. The boy turned around and smiled. “(y/n)... The news.” He trailed off, not meeting my gaze. “Wait how do you know?” I gasped. Inoo pulled out his phone, which seemed to work fine, besides messaging. “It’s everywhere. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” he smiled. I shook my head. “No! It’s not like that at all!” I waved my hands in front of me. He looked relieved. “Oh, okay good!” Inoo grinned, and I felt myself grin back. “And so he wants me to go to Japan with him.” I finished telling the boy my situation.He looked grim. “If you go to Japan, will you take me with you?” He asked, looking a little upset. “I’ve been so lonely. I never realized how much I valued humans until now.” The mushroom haired boy took my hand. “Please?” he asked. I felt my heart drop, feeling guilty. I was the only person he could see, and I never realized that. I nodded. “Of course I will. I’m getting you out of this game remember?” I smiled. He nodded, relieved. “Thank you.” he sighed. I smiled.

“Has anyone ever told you you resembled a cat?” “What?” Inoo made a face, staring at me in confusion. I laughed. “There it is! You act like a cat sometimes.” “I do not!” He protested. I just grinned. “Sure.” I stood on my tippy toes to ruffle his hair before pausing midway. The embarrassment rushed to my face and I quickly pulled away, trying to hide my blush. Inoo leaned over and put his lips by my ear.

“Meow~”

“Ahh!”

#It's just a game!#inoo kei #yamada ryosuke #part three #fluff #hey say jump #Hey! Say! JUMP

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