#「 talesofyuan 」 fics

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Did I, A Side Character Became the Male Lead's Wife?!

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER | -> PART 2

SUMMARY you — a side character in a royal novel doing absolutely nothing but enjoy your rich ass yet boring life, only watching over the female lead and doing your job in protecting her, only for a pair of kittenish eyes to fall not upon the female lead but on you, unfortunately.

AUTHOR'S NOTE not me writing a whole ass oneshot at 5am bcs of that sweet ask from that one anon, imma name u serotonin dopamine anon lmao- and jungwon bae u r truly my muse.. also inspired by sum manhwas cuz I binge read 90+ chapters in less than a day 💀💀💀 plus happy 900+ followers for me <333 mom wake up I'm famous even tho I'll never let u know what my secret writing blog is about 😊😊

a side character, how cute?

well, you only came to know of this very horrible (not really) fact that you're nothing close to a main character's vibes cause look at you babe, where's the sparkling shiny starry dust on you as you walked through the red carpet at the ball?

and did they even spare a glance at you? unfortunately, nope. because the female lead, Liz; was your enemy, at least in how your character was written in the novel by the goddamn author which was you.

yes, that's right!

you, a hella introverted author dwelling in the deepest corner of her room doing nothing but spent an ungodly amount of hours creating the perfect and enchanting characters after crying for major character death of a fic a few years ago. wiping your dripping tears off your cheeks in a comical way as you pull open your laptop and risk your 20/20 vision for life, just so you can reverse the aching pain in your chest that you wore a thick ass glasses now.

Liz, the female lead. Swooning over her was your religion, throwing not one but a ten whole buckets explaining how perfect she was—or how tremendously kind she was, delicate and utterly sweet. patting yourself on the back for creating such a goddess of a character, so it's only wise for you to give her a fitting male lead, right? Okay we'll talk about that later since it's about you right now.

So how did you end up in your novel? Well, because of one fateful day of you doing absolutely nothing but taking a goddamn rest, and whoever the god in heaven that just randomly decided to throw you in the novel you wrote yourself—must be utterly insane. Perfect indeed!

it took you a humongous realisation to see yourself in a dark green puffy dress that represents jealousy, envy, and betrayal—which also represents the side character standing behind the female lead on the thick cover of your book. you've originally written her as that wicked best friend that uses her seductive way of speech to seduce men, and at last turning her back at the female lead by accusing her of a horrendous crime.

her fatal fate consists of her head being snapped by the guillotine, unfortunately. but for you, not really, cause you are so in for destroying wicked characters but jokes on you—you're now in the body of that character.

pfft, can't the gods put you in a character that lives near the sea, with your straw hat on and as you drank your lemon juice away from the public drama, angsty dialogues, cringe moments you yourself have created because you don't have atleast an ounce of social skills that's why you pour it all on your characters.

"oh my apologies, milady— pfft—" three ladies sticking with each other like a super glue, had thrown the glass of wine on the female lead's gown—earning a series of gasps from everyone who saw but you were sure won't pay an ounce of consideration towards her as you had written almost everyone in this novel as "the world against the weak, fragile character."

oh, right. the hyena laughters of those you describe in episode 3 of "the flashy ball"; the three evil sisters, because why not? they added the extra spices in your tongue to the point you couldn't wait for them to get slap by the female lead or possibly someone.

ah, the tremendous satisfaction.

and you were one of that person whose hands itching to smash their skull apart, you cringed enormously at them as they were the ones that brought total trouble wherever they went or whoever are unlucky enough to get in their way. unfortunately, you seal your female lead's fate with them as she need some little obstacles, doesn't she?

you as hell were not sure what you're supposed to do, whether to just let things happen as the story goes or you do the male lead's job in protecting the female lead cause you have no idea why is he taking such a long time to appear, when he should've made his grand entrance at the freaking introduction?

and you wrote it that way cause you got fed up with male leads making their first appearance at the ball, and somehow quickly gaining the female lead's heart like Cinderella cause dear lord where's the slow burn?

just say, you're a conservative grandma type of a mindset or that you are skeptical over love at first sight. yep, you're right. that's why you ain't gonna let your precious female lead get bullied in front of your very eyes. she's like your granddaughter right now, seriously.

a shriek echoed through the entire ball, gaining everyone's attention. "oh my god! my dress! you— lady Liz! who did you even brought with you?!"

oh right, you forgot it's your first time at the ball either. "my apologies, milady. it's just that i saw a bunch of hyenas roaming around.." you rubbed the back of your neck.

"hyenas?! guards—"

"chill, what's the commotion here?" a bright dashing blonde haired man in a red royal suit came around, with sets of stars dusting upon his form which you already realise to be part of the main characters but unfortunately you forgot. you ain't having that extra superhuman memory just because you are an author.

the bunch of hyenas before you reasoned with the prince, but you slowly realise that the prince was none other than Prince Jake. Inspired by that one puppy image idol from fourth generation of kpop, you were apparently slurping your noodles in the local restaurant when you watched him imitating a dog from the tv, causing you to choke on your noodles.

it's safe to say, he's hot enough that he had to be part of your main characters. aah, that signature dashing smile of his as he defended the female lead with his wisely chosen string of words which immediately melted everyone's heart at sight.

times like this you wish you were actually the female lead, but the logical side of you beg to differ; you are not emotionally capable of spewing cringy romantic words for that's only reserved for writing. So thank you, i'll pass.

Surely, Prince Jake ain't the male lead for your precious female lead but you just let them converse with each other despite her with her absolute kindness, urging you to talk with them too, atleast a word. it sort of felt for a moment like she was trying to match you with the prince.

like no please, you'd rather not to. hot guys are hot, but they're not worth the emotional investment past the fangirling section.

plus the prince doesn't seem interested you as he doesn't spare not even one look at you which obviously you couldn't care any less, you sneakily went out the ball after a series of mishaps—for example your heavy puffy ass gown with its sole purpose to only look pretty but the reality ain't that pretty to say the least, panting like a dog as you took each step towards the entrance all while cussing yourself for ignoring your logical part of brain that you shouldn't have been adding humongous useless words to describe the gown just to make it sound extremely pleasing to the readers.

now you're the one to bear the consequences of your own writing, the fuck.

"one! two!—" a long, long, depressing sigh echoes. "three! ah!—" consequently falling upon your face, what a perfect day indeed. you just wanted to go home, tuck yourself in your comforting blanket, eat your hot cup of ramen or indulge yourself in the sea of chocolate while daydreaming of your favourite idols and fictional characters.

not this awful disaster of you getting tangled in the courts' affairs.

"i suppose, you need help, milady?"

oh no, certainly not. don't call me milady, pretend i do not exist for i certainly do not have the social skills to pretend that i like you, or form a decent conversation especially with men.

"milady?"

you curled yourself, burying your head into the comfort of your gowns. wondering quite a bit of how odd you look in the middle of the hallway.

"milady?" his voice-like whisper came closer, obviously standing beside you right now. "are you okay?"

fuck it. "please, i beg of you to kindly leave me alone as my day has been utterly ruined and—" oh wait, he seems oddly familiar. those lush fluffy hair and kittenish orbs that only softens among those he were close enough.

prince jungwon.

oh! the male lead, oh my god! your jaw hang so low it fell on the ground, your eyes sparkled in dozens of star like universe as you took in his marvelous beauty that you had spent creating meticulously after studying all the '101 rules of how to create the perfect male lead that had the readers heart evaporating & a huge ass green forest that certainly would cause blazing flames'.

"oh my god! you look absolutely gorgeous, i've done it really well didn't i?! oh my god!"

"o-oh—! absolutely, you did well!" he immediately replied back, pressing his lips tight nervously.

wait what? what did he say? oh shit, oh well, covering your mouth instantly as you accidentally let it out before the prince, your precious male lead that you solely created for the female lead. "i—.."

the prince, your very precious character—obviously taken aback with a slight blush dusting of his adorable cheeks as he raise his fist up to his lips, coughing a couple of seconds. a personality trait you very well are familiar of cause that's how you wrote him when he fall in love with the female lead.

your eyes ogled out at that familiar sight, screaming at the back of your mind—wait, wait! you're not supposed to fall in love with me, you idiot! go back! go inside the ball, she's inside there!

"that's oddly brave of you, milady. i'd certainly go as far as to say that i've never seen such traits from a lady." kitten eyes softening at you, crouching down as he lend both of his hands for you. you raised your eyebrow confusingly at what is he trying to pull at but you realise he was intending to get you up.

"u-uhm? uh, sorry. i could get up on my own, actually." yeah, that's what you did. pushing yourself back up despite his protests because you ain't gonna let him fall any further for you, nah uh, not in this life, your mission is to get him and your female lead together inside the frames of birds holding flower wreaths as they went on to their happily ever after.

not with you!

"may i have the honour to know your name, though, milady?" why the fuck isn't he leaving, what is there so interesting in you that he is still standing here asking you such generic questions.

you shouldn't be having the characters attention on you as you obviously wrote it that way, and that even though your character in the novel had tried to get the prince's heart, despite resorting to foul actions, that he never truly had been attracted to her despite this characters' seductive aura.

for you squealed so loud at the scene you wrote, with jungwon putting her in her place. "you are not her, and you would never be her." along with the bunch of your readers hosting a flamboyant celebration under the comments, screaming over how loyal he was.

so what in the actual fuck is this?

"you don't need my name." you nonchalantly answered.

"my apologies?"

"you see, my best friend is in the ball—" you gestured your hands to the entrance of the ballroom, "and she needs your help more than i do."

"wait? why would she need my help?" his eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion as you pushed him through his back.

"of course, she do! don't ask anything!"

"wait!— my name is!" he forcefully turn to face you again, but you immediately covered his mouth with your hands—kabedonning him against the wall.

an excruciating silence occured between you two in the silent hallway, Jungwon freezing to his core when your other hand shoot beside his head.

"listen i don't need your name, dear sir." you emphasise each word, you certainly don't need to know his name nor his status as a prince, not wanting to risk any possible connection with him judging by how he acted before you just now.

"b-but!" his words were muffled into the void as you cupped his mouth tighter.

"shh, shh. stop talking and listen, will you?!"

jungwon nodded slowly, what an odd situation he was in right now, he thought. but somehow he likes it.

"so first step, is go inside the ballroom. second, look for the lady in pink gown, and third—"

"t-third?"

"third is tell her your name! my best friend needs it more than i do!" you release him from your grasp as you went to swing open the huge double door, "now go!" waving a goodbye before kicking his body through the entrance, pulling the door back with your entire strength despite his protests.

oh of course, you finally let out a gag after suppressing it in front of him the entire time as you've never had a proper conversation with a male without stuttering, somewhat a sad tragedy for you, unfortunately. you felt quite guilty about your readers who swoon over the romances you wrote between your leads, weeping over how you're so good at it—not knowing you're a complete introvert with only a gigantic ass dictionary with you.

finally, the male lead and female lead's romances are about to start! you squealed with your hands clasping as you went on your way to the carriage, gesturing for the rider to embark on the way to your heavenly puffy manor with the widest big grin ever that it had him questioning you, "has any gentleman had caught your heart, milady? a couple of hours ago, you were often beyond distraught to attend the ball but insisted when you heard Lady Liz was going."

"oh, you silly." you giggled as you swayed your hand, "of course, that's one of the reasons. but there's another one.."

"may i ask what is it, then?"

you leaned in closer, urging him to get closer as you whispered. "i got the chance to become a Cupid!"

"a Cupid?" you squealed before the old man, hopping like a child for quite awhile before flying into the carriage much to his surprise, but only shook his head in amusement—appalled by how his mistress had changed so much.

"so?" you couldn't help yourself from pulling out the widest eccentric grin at the female lead, extremely curious and ecstatic over what romances had bloom between her and Jungwon.

Liz raises her eyebrow in confusion, "so?.. what do you mean, milady?"

you shrugged, falling back to your seat as you raise your eyebrow in a comical way, "that.." whispering ever so seductively, "prince."

"p-prince?

"yes!" the teacup rattles at your excitement oozing so much that you tapped the table a couple of times. "what happen? what's the tea~"

she lets out a soft giggle, a bit amused by your excitement. "i have no idea what you're trying to imply, milady."

"wait? what are you saying? didn't the prince went to you last night?"

Liz shook her head slowly, her expressions clearly stating that she absolutely don't know what and who you were talking about as a smile pulled up on her lips once again, taking a few sip from her teacup.

veins popped out from your neck as it dawned on you, your head snapped towards the castle on top of the mountain, you stupid of a prince! you cussed at him endlessly at the back of your mind, tightening your fist as your ears and nose fuming in anger. how dare he? he didn't listen to you at all? what in the actual fuck? would this somehow divert the original route? a dozen question arise into your mind one after another, causing you to let out an exaggerated sigh.

facepalming yourself as you imagined the imaginary heavenly light on top of you, weeping to yourself about how tremendously unlucky you are to have a hard headed male lead. it's impossible, you have never added a trait so irritating like this in his profile so how could this happen?

"milady?" the gentle voice of your precious female lead pulled you out of your inner desperation, you leaned in closer, whining so much over how unlucky you were and such, the rest only being in your mind as you pouted.

"ah, i remember now, the prince—"

"WHAT?—" you immediately seated yourself after giving her a potential heart attack, "my apologies, what did you actually.. remember?"

"i assume you were talking about the prince from yesterday? prince jake?"

"no not that bitch— oh certainly not him, ehem.." you took a couple of exaggerated coughs, avoiding her evident confusion. "isn't there a prince.. name jungwon with you that night?"

"oh my goodness! right! prince jungwon!" she shook her head in disbelief with her finger on her head.

right, how did you even forgot that the female lead in front of you had a "weak ass memory" in her profile description. tsk tsk, truly a forgetful author you are. you should be trying your best to remember the things you wrote before and revise it as best as you can, to avoid any possible problems in the future, atleast.

"right, how did i even forget, the prince asked me for your name, milady—"

"huh?" you look at her with confusion, as you were out of reality a couple of seconds ago. your orbs terribly widened as her words slowly sinking in to your brain. "HUH?"

ask your name?! why your name, why not hers?! what did the prince ate that night before stumbling onto your way that he had to ask for your name before the female lead—his own lover?!

laughing awkwardly, you raise your leg on top of another as you nervously swayed your hands repeatedly. "oh dear, oh dear. you might have heard it wrong, the prince?—" snorting outloud as you gestured to yourself, "asking for my name? what a funny news!"

"i didn't, milady. the prince came to me and asked me for your name, as he was immensely curious of who you are so i—"

"so what?—" you can't believe this, you really can't bring yourself to believe any words she was uttering. you should have been bestowed by the news that the prince had taken an interest in her, a hand in marriage, or anything, anything as long as you're out of the picture! "y-you didn't tell him my name, d-didn't you?"

"of course, i did!" exclaimed she did with the widest grin ever.

why are you so freaking happy over this?! clasping your head in your hands as you tragically fall on your knees causing the lady to gasp in shock, ushering to your side to get you up.

"milady?! what's wrong?"

"d-dear," you pouted as you look up to her, "you didn't tell him where my manor's at, r-right?"

she simply replied, "i did? the prince informed me that he's going to send a letter for you to be his partner to the ball."

an imaginary arrow struck back to your heart, forming a humongous hole that threatens to give you a panic attack. what? what in the actual fuck? did you accidentally did something to divert the original story you yourself created? but you didn't even do anything! you tried to do your best to keep the interaction with him as short as possible and he dared to take an interest in you?!

"milady, a letter from the royal palace had arrived for you."

"discard it. throw it. keep it away from my sight."

"milady?!" Liz and the head of the maid exclaimed in utter shock at your nonchalant answer.

"forget about it, forget about it." you clasped your forehead in utter disappointment, yet your brain were creating another plan b for this unexpected turn of events. what should you do? even more so, what would you do now that the prince had asked for you to be by his side to the ballroom?

this won't do, you won't let this happen—you had to look as unattractive and ugly as possible for him to cringe on and finally divert his attention back to the rightfully person who deserved it; the female lead.

your maids could only fall apart every single time you pluck out the enchanting gems they attached on your hair, ears and wrists. their efforts deemed futile as always as you had no mood for any sort of events, it was like a slap to their face as you initially weren't like this. you overheard them that they couldn't get used to how you were adamant in staying behind the spotlight as you often did your very best in dressing yourself up before, with the sole intention of gaining the favour of men and even more better, a prince.

of course, they are totally oblivious to your real identity. only a series of jaw gaping one after another with your change of character, at first—you had a dilemma over whether you should act like the character you created but you later scrap the idea as soon as the anxiety of being engulfed in the crowd suffocated your chest. opting to avoid as many as balls or public events as possible, but that obviously didn't work out that well since you heard of the female lead's arrival from the country side—just like you intended it to be.

and being the proud mother (writer) you are, of course why wouldn't you take one single look at her and see of how far she had came? but alas, one interaction leads to another one and so on—till finally, you became her best friend throughout her entire journey. waiting for the male lead's arrival, and watch their romances blooming and per se—but oh well, look at the situation you were in right now; total disaster.

you truly despise being in such an extravagant puffy gown and the numerous accessories hugging your skin, it's tremendously uncomfortable that you wanted to rip it off part in front of the prince standing before you right now, and right here.

asking for your hand to dance with that odd kittenish smile, that you swore you had never ever written in his personality profile; he should never have been this casual and chill over a person he had just met. he should've been cold as fuck, icy to touch, and a spiralling disaster if you dare to talk to him, so why?

plus how could he have taken an interest in you? you couldn't possibly have added a dose of the love at first sight trope, didn't you? you despised that trope to your very core.

"milady? may i?" he extended his hand before you, patiently waiting for your answer.

you had decided that you're going to reject him quick and efficient—just like the local fast food restaurant your mouth kept drooling over for, smashing a five star review for their inhuman speedy delivery.

"you see, prince jungwon. i have no desire to have a connection with you, a relationship, as a matter of fact."

he raised his eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by your bold words. "i'm curious milady, why so? have i done something that perhaps had annoyed you?"

cliché question, you loathe that. "what if i said you did?"

"then tell me, milady. i'll try my hardest to own up to you—" he took a steps forward, which causes you to immediately step back as well with a frown on your face. you can't, not in this life, to even give him a single chance to get close to you. nah uh.

"no need, and stay one meter apart, please." you pointed your index finger towards the floor and he hesitated, but complied immediately.

"i." you raise your index finger back to yourself and then at him, "don't like you. do you understand?"

"b-but?"

"stop questioning me, prince jungwon." you stayed firm in your spot, "i believe it's a common decency to step back when a lady had voiced out her opinion, a prince like you certainly would understand, am i right?"

Jungwon was clearly taken aback, the fact that you didn't give him a single chance to utter a word nor take a step closer was a hard punch to his face. It feels as if he was trying to reach for you, but you efficiently dodged it with ease. It kind of.. annoys him.

"base on how you didn't say anything anymore, i assumed we're done here! well then, goodbye prince jungwon." you turned your heels towards the entrance, not bothering to waste any time at this goddamn ball. "i hope this will be the very last." you scoffed inside your mind, eager for the story to return to it's original route, and that the prince would soon deem you useless and such—returning to the female lead's arms.

hm, now where's your precious female lead? she should've appeared right now and right here, strike the pot while it's hot!

"i'm afraid i can't back down that easily, milady." jungwon took a few steps forward, wrapping his hand round your wrist as he spun you around to face his eyes filled with blazing determination. one that you specifically added on top of his profile so that your readers would kept it in mind.

your breath hitched down your throat as you remembered there's only two reasons he could have this; one that reminds you when he was at war, shouting at the top of his voice to encourage his soldiers as they push through the enemies, and another reason of it appearing is when he have to get what he wanted, or else all hell will break loose, chaos will ensue.

right, you're truly an idiot. staying a few years in this novel without any memories, and only for it to surface back when you stumble upon the library—dozens of books flickering a series of eccentric images in your mind. It had cause you to lose all memories of important details, only emerging everytime you are presented with a situation you couldn't comprehend. such as when you forgot that the female lead had memory problems and such.

"i'll only present this choices to you, milady. since you tremendously intrigued me over how well spoken you were and fascinating indeed—" bitch, you don't even know how you had the sudden ability to confront him but you were just sure as hell that you don't want to ruin your own novel. no fucking way.

you can't let him have the upper hand on you.

"let me go." irritated to your core, you tried untangle Jungwon's tight grasp on your wrist but he won't budge even an inch which only had you fuming in anger. "i said let me go, bitch!"

the crowd emits a series of gasps and murmurs as you spun around—twisting the prince's arms which had him yelping in pain, and ultimately pinning him onto the ground. with rage consuming you that nothing was going in your way, you slammed your hands on the both side of his head. clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth as you emphasised each word. "you are one a dumb hell of a bitch, when i said i do not want to see you anymore. i mean it. so—"

"so what?" his smug look resurfaces, one that emerges whenever he was being challenged. yes, do that! he should despise you, not take an interest in you! he should loathe you so much that he can't even gaze at you for a second. excitement surged through your veins as you open your mouth, preparing for the last blow.

"so, get lost. just because you're a prince doesn't mean every girl would fall for you, idiot."

an even more louder gasp emits from the crowd as they clearly heard what you said, their jaw gaping and some covering their mouths with their hands as their mind are now bombarded with random questions over how exceedingly brave you are to insult the royal prince, and of what fate will you met now that you've done such an atrocious act.

a low giggle sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps to riled over your neck as you realise the prince under you had the widest smirk on his face. you frowned deeply, he shouldn't be smirking! he should be fuming in anger and throwing you out of the palace at this moment. so why?!...

"oh milady, how truly fascinating you are." you let out a loud yelp when he grabbed both of your wrists, pulling you closer to his face—a dangerous close proximity against his fluttering eyelashes and lips that your breath caught up in your throat which causes your cheeks to heated up in embarrassment of what kind of position you two were in right now. "i like you, you would certainly be a perfect fit to be by my side."

"what?!" you exclaimed, jaws dropping and eyes about to pop out at his very words. "i don't want to be by your side—"

"a lady like you, i'm afraid to say, intrigues me very much..." Jungwon shots a kittenish wink right through your heart. "be my wife, milady. i'll show you how good I can be for you."

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you have reached year 2

lissie: greetings, visitor! this is your flight director speaking~ welcome to the two-year anniversary of this blog (freaking awesome if you ask me). thank you so much for reading, indulging, and/or interacting with this blog, me, or my works. the sentence before cannot describe the gratitude i'm expressing towards all of you. this is a yearly recap for me and maybe for new visitors who come to know what has happened on this blog for the year.

before we get to it, i'm doing a survey to get to know my audience better (and more research). if you have spare time, do fill in the survey so that i get to know more about the visitors, the works, and the audience on tumblr in general! (average time is around 3 minutes~)

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leggo!

all research done (read: works written and released)

troubled pixies | txt's taehyun (2 parts; 52k [novel])

smirch episode 2: jay | enhypen's jay (27.4k [novella])

isobel | txt's soobin (43.3k [novel])

pizzeria run | enhypen's sunoo (17.9k [novella])

total: 4 works (1 two-shots, 3 oneshots) and 140.6k words written

all the navigators connected (read: mutuals i got within the year. check last year's recap if you didn't find yours!)

@it-rains-blue (via @itz-yerin)

yerin! the other biggest bamtori i know here! gosh i hope you're doing well irl and online... hope for the best for your confession cafe >> check it out folks @the-love-cafe

@heart2beom

hey jazmine! i notice you haven't posted in a while now. so i'm hoping your doing okay, okay?

@tyunlatte / @wave2tyun

alex! if you are lurking, i hope you're doing so good irl! live your life for the best (edit: alex's back!)

@lovejoshua

1/6 angels: ilem istg! hi! you've been like one of the constant presence when i check the discord server. hope you treat yourself well!

@junniieesbby

2/6 angels: whenever i see a heart, it always reminds me of you, angie. i think you're busy currently, so the best i can say is that hope you have a good rest cause you need it and always hydrate ;)

@hanniejie

3/6 angels: hey lex! i just saw the band au teaser on your blog and i wanna punch myself for not noticing that sooner! /j hope you have a great time writing that one :D

@txt-yaomi

4/6 angels: sof!! i gotta have to consult you more for street spirit cause just the way you work with the album for angel is just *chef's kiss*

@talesofyuan

yuan~~ ngl i can't wait to read your kei lovesick series (tho i'm hoping to staying loyal to yixiang) can't wait to see more of your &team fics. check the blog out for &team content, folks!

@choistick

5/6 angels: saph !! thanks for the tag and hope your hiatus is treating you well~

@robin-obsessed

6/6 angels: lee~ i've just seen that you also like riize like akfjbaieufiw okayyyy i hope you have a good day/night whenever and wherever you are!

@dido-of-the-endless

hi nida! tbh you have so many side blogs i'm confused in which one you post your writing (so i'm tagging your main account). feel free to consult me if you have any wips you wanna let out lmao >.< n thanks for joining the txt hub server, i won't know you if not from there...

@pyeonghongrie (via @pyeonghongrie-main)

rie! thank you so much for letting me in the cult (mueheheheh) and hope we can interact more here or on the server

@aduh0308

welcome to the roster, ada! thanks for letting me join the soobin collab and nice to see you!

director's journal entries (read: all the rants i have thought out the past year. some are genuine, some are sarcastic):

wow… i freaking broke tumblr huh

i shouldn't have been too ambitous fook me

bruh my body's crumbling…

i swear i hate college for not allowing me to write

i broke tumblr twice w/ a txt fic alsnskdams

tumblr can’t handle things :(

is my mind running too fast or is it just harder for people to understand me? annoying much…

i’m literally a step away from going out of the kpop fandom. this kind of fan behavior is sickening

^ and the fact is: i’ll probably survive

kinda wish someone could appreciate my writing just like i do for other people here

is there something wrong with how i write asks? i should have put more tone indicators…

the desire for me to revert back to web 1.0 is crazy. like, me owning a blog? ughh yes pls!

i’m getting freaking frustrated!!!

AGGHHHGHHHHHHHH

… will i ever … :")

*queue yoda's voice* you pushing back more wips i see

how the fuck have i made fewer works yet the wc is 20k away from last year's result? (166k for 12 compared to 140k for 5 works)

^ it's quality over quantity now darling

^^ and the fact that the year 3 count will get higher because of the fics you've delayed

notable moments from the past year

established @a-dream-bookmark, a rec blog + kpop writer & reader network

reaching 200!

started writing for ateez!

joining @kflixnet, @k-labels, and @cultofdionysusnet networks

what’s next?

lissie: if you haven't seen it, i'm starting a new big-scale series called terra incognita for enhypen's jake, do check it out if you like cyberpunk, or dystopian fics! also, i an doing the wips that i promised will be released this year (will prioritize evaluation and subterranean homesick alien first)

lissie: once again, thank you so much for following me on this journey! cheers~

#the voyage: year 2 #milestone of the moon #announcement from the moon

[rinbowaman]

Who would you ship your moots with? ❤️

Oh this is sooooo good of a question.are you talking about with my characters? Bc if you are, here’s what I would ship them with. I’ll list moots that I interact with the most and have actually used as inspiration when drafting some chapters for each character I paired them with.

okay, I think @nikstrange, I’m putting her and @lisaaannna with heethan. I feel like they match with Heethan because he does have somewhat of a gentler side to him. Their soft nature balances out his aggressive and rough side, he’s insanely in love with them but bc of their loyal devotion to him, it keeps him tamed. They could deal with his toxic behavior bc they understand that it’s all out of extreme love for them.

now when it comes to Heelel, that requires someone who can take him and deal with his savage ass. Not to say the two moots above can’t, but I think they’re more partial to heethan. Their softness balances out his aggressive demeanor. I would say hands down, these two go with Heethan. @jaehaki @vampiregirl215 @amorvincitomina and @iamliacamila, I feel like they can put up with Heelel bc based off the convos and comments, I think their personality is just as strong. Heelel is very much like heethan….just savage mode x10. He’s going to be extremely dominate and he’ll have a very aggressive and rough nature to his love bc…well of who he is. he requires a strong lover that can withstand his ferocity bc that man loves HARD…enough to bring you to hell with him and make you his queen, he’s like Ethan mode x100.

I get lots of love for MT Heeseung but it’s hard to ship him bc all of them are anons that I don’t get PM’s from. But there’s one in particular that adores him, whoever that person is, they would get shipped with MT Heeseung. I also think I would pair @honeysjae with MT Heeseung bc I feel she gives me ethereal vibes that MT Heeseung is instinctively drawn to. She’s a siren for sure.

@raishaii I pair them with Sunno’s character (asmodeus) bc I think they really enjoyed his chapter and I could see them enjoying being treated like a queen from the Prince of Lust. I just know they enjoyed Sunoo’s character and they really elaborate on that chapter the most so I would definitely ship them with Sunoo/asmodeus. He would take care of them with a passion too.

@talesofyuan i pair her with Jungwon’s character (Mammon) not just bc I feel like they belong together, but also, she’s an outstanding writer and if you read her fics and teasers for her her upcoming Jungwon fic…it’s like, she gets him. No matter how he’s portrayed, she gets him and captures the best sides of him, and I feel like he would absolutely get her (especially Mammon) I could see him being so fluffy and absolutely loving her creativity and cuteness bc he’s into that. Ngl, when I drafted Jungwon’s chapter of SE7EN, she was my inspiration for y/n on that chapter. Her personality and her balance of playfulness but also the hint of her dark side when she hands down said “yes” when Jungwon asked her if she wanted to see some “dark shit” when he confronted those bad guys….yeah, that was all her in mind. Show some love and read her fics and you’ll see what I mean.

I know I have some new followers that are Jay biased, so I would ship them with Jays character, and trust me, they’d love it bc Beelzebub (Jay) is so badasss and gives bad boy vibes but is loyal to whatever woman he falls for. Plus…them magic fingers 😏

EDIT:

@silcry you are from now on going to be thought of and inspiration to all Jay materials from henceforth. ♥️

#jungwon fanfic #jungwon x reader #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #sunoo x reader

[nwjws]

hii mimi fic rec for u!!

https://www.tumblr.com/talesofyuan/719702188011732992/did-i-a-side-character-became-the-male-leads

literally jungwon is so FJSJHDU 🤭🤭🤭 in this fic 🙏 if youve read it ill cry

omg YAYAYAY thank you 🙏 i haven’t found that much jw fics lately LOVE YOU

#💌 mimi's mail #➶ ͙˚ ༘ yen! #anyone who sees this #send me fic recs that aren’t already on my rec list #on my recblog

[pieroulette]

𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝟏: 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄: 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒 | TEASER 1

2023 | 18+ | SERIES | LEE HEESEUNG × READER | 「MASTERLIST」

WARNING yandere, non-con smut (turned dub-con if you squint hard enough) dirty talking, soft!dom heeseung, slight delusion, smut in a church, mentions of insulting the gods, talk of religion, possessive behaviour, obsession, unhealthy power dynamics, praise kink, hunting kink, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, overstimulation, pet names (darling, love, princess, etc.)

WORD COUNT 1.5k

With your chin on your palms, your thumb lazily swipes through and through the profiles as it reflected on your orbs. You had been spending quite awhile doing this boring routine, new faces appeared one after another and yet none of them interests you enough or even intrigue you to tap the match button. A mischievous smirk adorning the corners of your lips as you read through the banner on top of the app again, processing each word into your brain as how they mention about keeping your identity safe and such.

A thought arise within the depths of your mind, why don’t you mess around while you still had the time? Mess around with people’s feelings just a tiny bit, gain their favour and win their interests, then finally snap it apart?

You were a bit surprised at your foul thoughts, to say the least, but how can someone even fall in love with you so hard—whom they only exchanged a few texts and pictures. After awhile, they’ll surely forget you, right? And they wouldn’t know about your real identity as you formed a meticulous plan, a game you created to fill your boring days.

Your lips hang apart and your thumb immediately froze from swiping further when your eyes widened at the profile of this young man; the big doe eyes of his along with the eye-catching green highlights on his overall black hair falling on top of his long eyelashes had you giggling over how drop-dead gorgeous he was. It had you wondering if you could have him fall for you? Chase after you? Or send you a dozen messages telling you how much he’s dying to see you?

A game, a challenge you were so up to engulfed your veins with burning passion and excitement as you slowly tap the matching button. Surely, it won’t be that serious, right?

"Where do you want me?"

"Here? There? Down here? Or.." He lowered his chin above your tummy, his tongue licking down in an agonizing slow speed. Lifting his fluttering eyelashes up to yours—his doe eyes crinkling into crescents like a starving child along with the beads of sweat down the sides of his forehead, he blew down your tummy, "Inside you?"

A child-like giggle causing your stomach to crumble.

The sight of you under him; him on his knees spread apart as your right leg on top of his left arm, fingers circling your cloth clit. Your left leg raised above his other leg, while his right arm reached up to push his thumb inside your mouth, circling it around your wet tongue and against your inner flesh cheeks.

"Honey, if I am sick then what are you?"

"W-what?"

"Have you forgotten once again? That none of this would ever happen if you weren't bold enough to fool someone?" He exaggerates the last words of his string sentences, "Yet you did. So who's fault was it?" his eyes now red from tearing up as if he was so hurt, as if he was so in pain uttering each word.

"You." you drowned in the sense of guilt as he put his arms below your legs, lifting you up with ease.

"W-what are you-" your back came into contact with the cold marble ground, realising that he put you in front of the holy statue, the lit up candles shining against the edges and curves.

"You're insane! You're insane!" you screamed like a broken radio, going on rampage as you hit him repeatedly. "G-god, help me."

You broke down as he lowered himself down on you. Wrapping his long fingers around your wrist, cold brick met your fingers as he restrained it on the floor.

"You don't fucking realise how it pains to realise that you got fooled! Dumb, I was? Maybe, to know that the image I've fallen for was fake, it's so painful." he cried, making your eyes widened. "My life seems to break apart, but t-then.. your sister appeared." Heeseung's whimpers turned to a dark giggle, "Of course, I thought it was her but how she acts, how she talks was nothing close to you. But how foolish, your phone. You didn't expect that, didn't you?"

"The picture you sent me, that picture of your phone. I saw her using it. That's when I realised that you were around her."

Lips brush against your neck, ultimately sucking it causing an inaudible sound consuming the holy space. Moaning in utter pain, he didn't stop at all.

He sucked every edge of your form, skin to skin, leaving nothing on your skin untainted, professing his love at each and every turn.

You sniffed as the beads of tears dripped down your eyelashes to your rosy cheeks, forcing you to feel the atrocities done by the male on top of you.

He caressed your hand against his cheek, acting like a mad starving dog. "Please, please look at me."

"Fuck, fuck. To touch you like this, is all I want." he stuttered, ears flushed red. His long fingers slipped under your back, pulling the rattling zip down as shivers run down your spine as his finger ghosted below your hips.

"Bought this pretty wedding dress for my girl, too bad I'd have to take it off." He ripped it apart, a stark contrast from his gentle tones. "I can buy you another one, though. That time, I'll watch as you pick."

"I d-don't want this." you pleaded one more time.

"No, hush.. I could buy you a thousand wedding dress, why not? I could marry you as many times as I want, everything with you felt so exhilarating like it's my first time!"

Heeseung took your hands in his, clutching it tightly within his fingers—bringing it to his lips to press a kiss laced with utter affection.

Your tear-stained eyes watched his form as he brought his head down again, kissing and devouring every part of you. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head, your back arching deeply to his given-pleasures.

He pulled your garments down. At this point, your lower body had gone limp and enveloped with the remaining euphoria of his previous acts. You felt your panties being tug down to your knees, stuck for a couple of seconds and your eyes fell on the man who has his eyes ogling at your naked body which cause your face to get heated up. You wanted to resist but your veins were on scorching in fire, unable to think of anything but of his touches.

“You are so fucking breathtaking, my love.” he sang on and on through the dust particles swaying above the ceiling. Your ears met the cinkling sound of belt being undone, and garments falling on the floor. “How can you look so innocent with such fucked up eyes?” he breathe out, shaking his head as he lowered himself down. The tip of his cock brushing against your entrance causing you to gasp, beyond frightened of what was to come.

Tears dripping down your cheek from the corner of your eyes, glistening your eyelashes as you plead one last time to him, shaking your head slightly. “Please.. Please don’t.”

You look so fucking adorable with those glistened pretty eyes, Heeseung laid his hand beneath your lower back, stroking his finger in circular patterns as if to soothe you. “I’ll be gentle. I swear. I’ll make you feel good. You’ll love it.” He kept repeating like a broken mantra.

Time ticking so frighteningly slow for you as you watched it from the bed, your legs and arms chained with a metal to the wall—a stark contrast to the silk sheets beneath your skin. It feels like hell hushing you back to lullaby.

A dollhouse, he made for you.

“Aw, aren’t you such a crybaby?” He cooed at your crying form. Fuck, he thought. You look so damn adorable with all that tears streaming down your rosy cheeks, despite him not having the heart to see you cry. It won’t be that bad to have you cry a bit, isn’t? He brushed your hair down as you cried to him endlessly throughout the night, begging for him to let you go, begging for him to give him your freedom back.

But what is.. Freedom?

Today you broke the rule again, trying to pick the door’s lock. He just had to think of what to do with you, not wanting to risk scaring you anymore. He intended to be strict but as lenient as possible, so it would make you at ease even for a tad bit. But can’t you just be a bit more obedient? Does he need to be a little stricter? Heeseung tilted his head in a little irritation, sighing before crouching to your form on the floor. “Get up, wouldn’t want you to get dirty, aren’t we, love?”

“Eat.” Heeseung places his chin on his hand as he watches you eat, observing your beauty that never fails to captivates him. He giggled at the thought that he’s sure as strong as hell to control himself from taking you once again.

The calendar on the table marks the second week of you and him together in this little playhouse.

“Pick a dress, love." Heeseung spun around, pulling the closet open. “You had no idea how long it took me to pick every dress for you.

"Where do you think you're going, love?"

“Love, it’s time to go home.”

Love, love, love. Your head consumed by this so-called love he claimed he had for you. But what is love? What kind of love is this?

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[pieroulette]

CAMELLIA'S FATE

"Would you come?"

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT × 6k | TATTOOIST! PARK JAY × READER

SUMMARY was it a string of fate when your bestfriend claimed your art as her own, that not even after six years does it suffice the desire for revenge blooming in your heart, claiming it as a call for making it even—that you stumble upon a tattoo studio, and your eyes falling upon the same flower on a young man's neck.

WARNING/GENRE emptiness, lost of passion (?), slight profanity, angst, fluff, romance, reader is a painter!

AUTHOR'S NOTE a short story I wrote during a period of writing and art block. well, it ain't that short anymore 💀

“Huh.. What should I do?” You pouted with your head buried deep inside your arms as another art block hit you like a truck.

Studies had by far consumed your life to the point you couldn’t grab the paintbrush between your fingers and create something, and now that the semester had ended, that you had free time laid across in front of you like a vast ocean waiting for you to swim through it, you couldn’t.

It was as if something is holding you back which had you wondering if this was the end for your childhood passion?

Draw something simple. You thought. But it seriously ain’t that simple to brush the tips of your paintbrush against the gigantic canvas. Still.. You lowered your neck, utimately focusing your orbs onto your paper, hoping or waiting for something to come out of it.

What would it be? A person? A furniture? The nightsky? The empty can on the edge of the desk beside you? What is it?

Your finger swayed the paintbrush across the canvas over and over again but to your dismay, nothing came out of it — only scribbles of something you couldn’t comprehend, in which you originally thought of a house.

Your phone's screen turns on with a notification popping up along the lockscreen.

[11:49PM] Somi<3: hiyaa, the competition’s gettin close :( i’m nervous

[11:49PM] you: that’s fine *patpat* you’re so good at art, pretty sure you’ll get top 1 yk

[11:56PM] Somi<3: reallyyy? ><

[11:57PM] you: ofc ofc, now just get to your hmw and just keep practicing :3

The flamboyant flower showcasing it’s magnificent beauty up on the ceiling, the engraved pattern across your ceilings, you remember that you once stepped on the ladder when your parents were renovating your room and you took the chance to did so despite the danger. Painting over the ceiling with the pink-stained paint brush between your tiny fingers, with a smile so wide and bright, eyes crinkling to half moons as you did so.

Well, the flower you drew turn out horrible to say the least, with the outline wavery and inconsistent, the colours were not bold enough on some parts and some of them going past the outline.

Eyebrows twitching upon the sight, you scoffed in a lighthearted laugh. No matter how ugly it was to be honest, it had managed to stay that long.

Long enough to not be erased by the changes of time, the plants grew old, the furniture had their paints peeled off, the tv in the living room had begun glitch off, the store you’ve been to had been shut down for whatever reason, and even the star in the sky exploded to ashes when the time has come. But for whatever reason it has, the flower you drew on the ceiling yet still manage to look as beautiful as ever. You let out a giggle at the thought of that maybe the drawn flower had a purpose that’s why it was still boldly alive in sight.

Without much thought and the smile still ever so bright on your lips, you begun to draw on the paper with the flower in thought—wishing for your efforts to pay off, cause that's how it works right?

However, jokes on you, your efforts was futile.

Truly futile.

Your vision turning into a field of vagueness as your tears drowned you into the deep ocean — those that held spike up thorns below the sea.

Why are you crying? Why aren’t you fighting back?

Tightening your fist so tight that your nails began to hurt your palms, there was nothing really left to fight back anymore since you aint got nothing left anymore when the fruits of your efforts were ripped away from you with no mercy nor one glance of contempt for all of their eyes were on—

Her.

“Somi! Congratulations! You did really well!”

A giggle so loud and so annoying it clutches your heart within, there she was in her brightest glory; bouquets of flowers beneath her arms, bright blonde silk hair going down her uniform skirt—those that you once brushed with a hair comb back then. That piece of beige hairband that had the signature butterfly pattern on it, one that matched with the one on your hair right now.

Seeing her gave you nothing but resentment and anger.

One by one, each and one of them in line up in the stage as they congratulated her for winning the top prize of the masterpiece of an art, something she said was her own.

Bullshit. It wasn't yours. Thus you screamed in the back of your mind, head so low you could see nothing but your tears staining the red carpeted floor. The raging applause submerging you into more pain, pain and pain! You couldn’t take it anymore, the scene that mocks you to your very core; the girl that you claim as your bestfriend stole everything from you and yet, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to stand up and walk straight to her and give her a piece of your mind.

For it’s no use, the only thing it would do was ruin your reputation and you can’t do that. You know you can’t do that. You can’t..

You stood up on your feet with eyes glaring deep at the girl herself, who in turn finally noticed you after awhile. Your breath hitched in so deep when you observed the corner of her lips tugging up to her cheeks, and her brown orbs stared at you in a mere contempt.

That alone was sufficient for one sentence to arise inside your starving soul for revenge, You’ll fall. Just like that flower behind you. One day you will.

At last, you turned your back out of spite–full in rage as you did so. With the spectacle of a scene behind you holding a thousand emotions of joy, flashes of camera filled the entire room.

“Somi! Look at here!”

“1, 2..” flashes of the camera consumed the entire space every few seconds, “3!”

“The painting truly is breathtaking, isn’t?” two women from behind marvels at the colossal canvas before them.

“Truly it is, that painter is so talented it’s making me jealous.” The other in turn, giggled.

“Well, it does takes an effort to reach such prestigious level.”

You returned home, dropping your bag on the ground as you did so, taking the jug to pour a water in the glass. The dim light from outside reflected against the glass, forming a sea-like diamonds. But you knew, it didn’t came from the glass.

Your source of inspiration, your muse. All was vain, truly futile. Hoping that it would turn out well. Except it didn’t turn well.

Your very source of inspiration and effort had been stolen, now leaving you with nothing but emptiness. You were nothing and you had nothing now.

The wooden paintbrush snapped into separate pieces as you smashed it against the floor, a mockery metaphor of yourself. It has been months. Months it was since that incident occured and ever since then you couldn’t find the heart to lay the tip of the paintbrush against the canvas anymore.

As if something was missing from your heart, what is this? It felt like you no longer have the love for painting anymore, it felt like there was nothing to let out anymore even when you have dozens and dozens of ideas kept hidden in your journal, something you occasionally wrote onto whenever you had burst of ideas.

And yet, when you took them out, when you tried to paint again—there was no beat that rang through your ears and hug your heart. It’s suffocating. It’s too empty.

“I don’t like.. To paint anymore?..” a question you laid out against yourself, merely vibrating through the entire studio. Your dark orbs fell on your palms as you splayed it before you, “Please.. Come back.”

“Give it up, (Name). There’s no way you could do anything against her parents..” your classmate mumbled as she took another bite from her ice cream. "You can always make another painting again?"

Those words rang deep in your mind, mocking your very soul. It ain't that easy. Pouring your entire soul to a creating a piece is like raising your own child with utmost affection and care, and to have it mercilessly rip apart from you is akin to ripping your soul away as well.

A hollow, hollow hole inside your body that you were unable to see—only grew even bigger and wider.

Weeping in the corner of your room, as you buried your face in comfort of your arms. “W-was it my fate that it had to be this way?”

「6 YEARS LATER」

“I apologise but we don’t take any customers who don’t do an appointment first.” the man apologetically bow down, surprised you were but didn’t protest.

How could you? You gulped down your throat in embarrassment as your orbs darted around the studio's signboard;

Quite a bit embarrassed to say the least that you didn’t plan it first but what can you do? You bow down parallel to the ground, turning towards the street as impatience consumed you. You raise your wrist, staring at your watch with the small arrow pointing towards 11 am—a few hours left before 4pm—the ticking clock signifying the end.

You couldn't afford to wait another week and find another tattoo store. Not anymore.

It has been 6 years since that fateful day, a horrendous fate you simply wishes you could forget but life is too miserable to let you to even do so—not when your eyes fell on the devil—your ex best-friend's face was splattered on the billboard, interviews, offers, every single thing had her on the pinnacle of the world.

Because of your artwork. From the very beginning, it’s not that she wasn’t good at art, heck she was talented in it but didn’t care enough to put an effort for the final competition. She even told you and persuade you to join instead, but foolish you were that you didn’t realise she was a double edge sword. Two parts of you were wishing for her demise, and another wishing that she would soon realise her mistake and come begging at you but you know that won’t happen.

The world, and it’s people are far too prideful to admit their mistakes, after all. We all trample on each other, and only very few people can manage to be selfless. It’s not that being selfish is bad, nor being selfless is—and there will be a time where we are forced to put ourself or another, yet what you couldn’t accept was when they deliberately chose to do so.

That’s what you can never forgive. It’s unforgivable.

6 horrendous years of lifetime wasted upon a single betrayal—back then you were 19, now you were 25.

Since the days of your spring, you always wanted to have a tattoo, not a flamboyant one, a simple one that is for a simple reminder to accompany you throughout your life but now you couldn't have thought that it would be through this way.

A few days ago, you've heard that Somi's public fansign will be held at the city, which is today. You've been waiting for this very day. Clutching the labeled tiny bottle in your hands had you taking a deep breathe, fear consumed your veins as you imagine how her face would evaporate once you threw this on her. Sure, you were breathing but there was no root of life anywhere inside you anymore, so why would she?

Today should be her last day, however she should be grateful as she won't be alone in the underworld, after all. You'll escort her back to where she truly belongs judging by what she did to you.

“Miss!" You paused on your tracks immediately. "You don’t have to leave, I can do it for you.” a breathless sigh emits from the man behind you.

“But—! That’s against the rules. You knew Sir. Park would-”

“It’s okay, I got my last client done so I’m free anyways. Plus, you wouldn’t blow up my cover, wouldn’t you?”

The other guy ruffled through his hair, simply sighing in return. “Ugh, fine.”

A chuckle emits from the person who called for you. “I knew I could count on you.”

You slowly turned to the man in question—jet black shirt, rolled over sleeves, tall frame, black slicked hair, pair of silver round earrings, metal piercing on the top of his ear, tattoos of what you make out to be florals adorning the left side of his neck since his collars hid almost a part of it, and that radiant smile of his. His eyes glowing and his cheeks growing—a stark contrast from his outer appearance.

Hot. That's it. He's drop dead hot.

"Miss—" the man's gleaming eyes fell on your shorter frame, pausing for a millisecond before clearing his throat, gesturing his hands inside the studio. "This way."

"U-uhm, thank you."

He guided you inside the shop where a leather foldable chair was laid across the centre of the room, and a bunch of containers with tools specifically made for tattooing was placed on the table.

You sat on top of it, making yourself comfortable but somehow you choke on your saliva when the boy sat on another chair, leaning a tad bit close far to your own liking. Or was it just really your first time that the close proximity caught you off guard?

"So?" almost akin to a dropping melody, your stomach evaporates with his voice much to your surprise. "What kind of tattoo would like to have on your skin?” He asked, still having radiance adorning his face, the question were voice out too lively and joyous for no reason.

He's hot. You gotta admit that, but drooling at this point won't get you anywhere. Too bad, you met him a tad bit late or else you would've make a first move.

"M-miss?"

"Oh! My bad, my bad." You brush it off nonchalantly, clearing your throat.

Seems like this type of job doesn't do any justice to him, in your opinion. You’d expected that tattooist would perhaps be cold and indifferent, however he was no close to your impression of one. But does your opinion matter? So you kept it and stayed silent from voicing out such hasty words just like before.

“A flower.” you fiddled through your bag, mentally cussing yourself for a whole minute before your fingers came into contact with the cold metal—finally swiping through your gallery and handing your phone to the man.

His dark brown orbs beams alike the sun rays as a noticeable grin pulled up within his cheeks which made you raised your eyebrow in confusion.

"I have the same tat, if you want to see just for example of how it would look like on yours." Excitement laced his voice.

Appalled by his suggestion, you simply replied. "Sure."

Jay didn't expected you to simply agree so quick, which had him letting out a few coughs in attempts to conceal his initial shock.

Quite flustered inside but his outer demeanour remain calm and composed as his fingers made their way through the hem of his collars, each one unbuttoning his shirt till it was enough for his collarbone and chest to be half exposed, revealing the masterpiece adorning his skin.

You didn't expect yourself to be this surprised or even speechless, yet it was truly gorgeous over how the patterns were carefully drilled into his skin and how the outline were so bold and lively despite its colours being only grey and black. You almost forgot that you loathe this flower alot, to be honest.

You inhaled a deep breathe, blinking utterly slow to take in the beauty. "So pretty. D-did you got this from someone or?"

"I did it myself.." Jay replied in a nonchalant manner, yet goosebumps washed over his skin as you leaned closer observing his tattoos in amazement. His orbs rattled against the walls, trying his best to avoid looking at you. Now that he wonder after an eternity watching the walls, has it always been this dirty? Gulping with his lips pressed tight. "W-would you like the exact same as this then, or something different?"

He breathe a long sigh after you fixed your posture, his hands fiddled the hems of his black sleeve to dampened his rampant heart—wondering if you could hear it a moment ago.

"Something like this, however I think.. It would look like we are having matching tattoos then.” You let out a small giggle at that thought, rosy hues dusted off his cheeks when you mention that particular sentence. “Ah, I want it to have a color then. That way, it won’t seem like it.”

Jay's nails dug under his chair, his arms frozen as he processed your words from within.

"Did I said?.."

"No, no— Nothing wrong with that." You observed him pressing his lips tight in an awkward manner as he stood up, the chair creaking as he did so. Standing he did, before the shelves filled with numerous ink bottles of all colours and shades. His hand gestured over them, attentive he was you observed, seemingly waiting for your answer. "I’ll get the color for you then.. Which one?”

"Hm,” pointing your index finger towards the ink bottle with the label, “Red”

His fingers quickly wrapped itself around the bottle, focusing on the label for a good three seconds looking back at you, pulling up a small smile. “Red, I see? That’s a pretty good choice. It’s apparently rare for me to have clients choosing red for tats.”

“Really? That’s new to me.”

“Yep, then.. what kind of red would you like on your camellia?” Again, he stood before a shelf with red ink bottles with all different shades.

Sighing, you stood up, brushing the bottles but not almost to avoid being rude by touching someone’s else personal tools and supplies. It didn’t go unnoticed how the young man beside you, were immensely focused at where your fingers go on about.

“How about ruby?” you gestured your index finger towards the specific labeled bottle, a memory of the gigantic canvas flashes through your mind. “ I don’t like it too bright, actually.” Better if it’s darker in shade—that it would serve her mind till engraved in her soul, the very fruit of her own actions towards you.

Jay lapped his tongue over his lower lip, gulping down his throat as he nodded. “Very well then.”

Nodding as you went back to your seat, it caught you off guard when your eyes fell on the man. Clearing your throat to get his attention, "U-uhm, sir?"

His left eyebrow raised in confusion, doe eyes enveloping your form and it didn't help at all with what you're seeing right now.

"Your shirt.." you held the need to say anything further considering how his eyes ogled out at his exposed torso, giggling awkwardly he did as he buttoned his shirt back. "L-let's get it started then?"

"Alright!"

"So, where do you want to have it on your skin?" He asked, which to you was a bit vague. "On your arm? Your hand? Or.. your back?"

"Hm?" Your eyebrow furrowed at every body part he mentioned, and it only deepens the more your brain processed it. Oh fuck, right. How did I even forgot? "H-ow about m-my neck?"

Pain, that's all you thought. But you seriously wanted the tattoo to be as obvious as fuck for your ex best friend's eyes to ogle at. So you were in utter dilemma. "It.. doesn't hurt that bad, right..?"

"The neck is the most painful part to get a tattoo."

Well shit, I'm screwed. You whimpered as your back slouched in devastation, forget about revenge—you're seriously a dumbo for doing a last minute plan. Your eyes darting over the wall and to the patient man standing before you, you held the need to pout.

Jay noticing your dilemma, cleared his throat. "How about the side of your neck? Just like mine? It doesn't hurt that bad, actually."

"Are.. you sure?" Forming a comforting smile, he nodded. "Alright.."

"Alright! So.." Jay held the need to blink like a maniac as he gestured to your collar, "Your collar, we need to tattoo the side.. of your neck right?"

"Huh..?"

Oh.. right. How did you even forget? Your cheeks began to heat up by the thought as you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, your shoulders slightly exposed as it dangled off.

Your body froze on it's own when his delicate touch brushes against your bare arms, his right hand pulling up your right sleeve back to your shoulder. You didn't realise him closing the distance with you as you were in your deep thought, holding your head low in attempts to avoid his dark grey orbs looking into your soul. Yet his voice causes tingles around your neck, goosebumps washing over your skin.

"We just need the side of your neck, okay..?" Delicate to touch, the twinkles of his eyes met yours. "Relax."

Those blooming bouquets—a symbol of mockery to you along with the gigantic canvas you've created with nothing but pure efforts were presented before everyone as her's. Those silky blonde hair that dangled off her shoulders simply flooding your eyes with tears. That smug look of hers that resurfaced after people were gone, which was evidently for you.

A set of bustling applauses filled the space, a melody to her ears and a mockery to your existence—causing the ground beneath you to shatter into a neverending hollow sinkhole.

“Agh!-”

The sight of the beige-coloured ceiling was what met your wide shot eyes for a whole minute before the drilling pain brought you back to reality, causing your mouth to hang apart—whimpering with every contact of the needle.

“It might hurt, but it has to be something you got to bear if you want the camellia on your skin..”

You almost forgot, how could you even? Your dazed orbs slowly fell on his face as he keeps talking to you even when you couldn't really understand him—his voice soothes the strings of your heart so much it had you calm down instantly despite the tip of the needle punching under your skin every millisecond.

Vagueness encircled around your vision, yet his portrait remain crystal clear due to the close proximity—his faint cherry lips moving with motion as he uttered inaudible words, the set of dust particles fleeting across the tip of his nose, hitting the sun rays from behind him. His eyelashes fluttering in a delicate motion as he remained immensely focused—he seems fitted enough to be your muse, doesn't he?

"You slept really well." He said, causing your cheeks to burn in embarrassment. Now that he mentioned it, you did slept judging by how much time had passed since the session started.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words, wondering if you were his only client that fell asleep during session. Holding the need to cringe as you imagine yourself sleeping ever so comfortably before a stranger. "U-uh? Am I the..?"

He hummed in return, but before you could even explode. "It's nice though, that's how I know I'm doing good." The apples of his cheeks grew wider, melting your heart to a dripping honey.

At some point, the pain was nonexistent, partly of it because of his advice, and partly was observing him throughout the entire session.

“If I may ask, why do you want to have a flower as a tattoo?” He asked, which to you was kind of abrupt.

“Don’t you have any customers that like a flower tattoo before?” you asked him suspiciously in which he let out a soft giggle, amused by your reaction.

He shook his head ever so little as he smiled, “Of course I did, just a bit curious about.. you.”

Huh, flirty I see. You hummed inside your head, a bit amused.

"I could say the same thing to you too, why of all things—a flower was your last pick?" you asked him.

"It saved my life."

Ha, saved his life? What a stark contrast that flower did to you and him. While it saves him, it brings destruction to you instead. These ferocious petals serve a whole different meaning to you and him.

"You?.."

“There isn’t anything interesting in particular, just something I..” you paused in between, trying to carefully pick out your words, “Have to do in order to make something alive again.”

“I understand.” his lips tugged up in a small smile, and the rest soon formed into a calming solitude. You expected him to raise another question out of curiosity but to your surprise, he didn't. Somehow, it brought a calming river to your heart that he simply choses not to.

You weren’t quite sure if he notice since he was too absorbed in what he was doing which is pretty understandable, either way you watched him as if he was a scenery or more like a season, if it was a season then—cold spring would be the perfect season to describe him altogether.

He’s hot, you gotta admit. Not that you were so into him, but you gotta give it to the fact that he had that aura that somehow pulls you into wanting to know more about him, atleast, or you can call it curiosity at the best.

“Your name?” you blurted out without much thought. After all, what could go wrong in asking a simple name? After all, this would be the last time.

“M-my name?”

“Hm.. yes.” you raised your eyebrow at him, noticing that he’s a bit slow at picking things up despite his cold upfront aura.

“Jay. You can call me Jay.” he looks down, eyelashes fluttering.

“Mr. Jay.." the name tasted like melody on your tongue, "Suits you pretty well.”

You could notice that he was truly shy, a stark contrast from the tats adorning the side of his neck and down to his arms. “What’s yours?..”

“(Name).”

“It suits you too, (Name).” Simple and straightforward, yet it felt so comforting to hear him imitate your way of speech.

“Thank you-” your breath caught in the back of your throat when his pretty dark orbs looked deep into your soul.

“S-sorry.” He mumbled as his eyebrows knitted together.

“Never mind bout it,” you brush it off, but appalled by those unusual reactions that you can’t seem to get used to. “I-it hurts.. though."

“Oh right-”

He hummed in the back of his throat, those chords of his voice vibrating through your eardrums as the passage of time flowed. The chill atmosphere enveloped your form—despite the drilling tool under your inner skin—hushing you back to slumber despite your efforts trying to resist it. However pitch darkness consumed your vision, and you heard his voice echoing through your slumber. "Sleep well, miss."

Jay observes your eyes falling into deep slumber, taking another look at the labeled 'ruby' bottle for a few moments and back again to your ragged out form that he somehow founds to be emitting solemn. You seem tired, sad, and that you seem to have been crying for god knows how long, it was a baseless assumption, for sure. But he could feel it. Somehow, you reminded him of the day he was like you before.

Softened breeze a few minutes ago has formed into a harsh punch to his face, that belongs to a particular someone as he to felt it against his skin.

“You can’t see a thing! How can you even paint? How can you even?!”

Cans of filled up paints scattered on the floor, while the the dripping colourful shades dripped from his splayed fingers to the ground, biting his lip in desperation, he answered in full blown outrage.

“It’s not my fault that I can’t see anything! Besides, color is not the only medium for art!”

“This won’t do, this is hopeless. You’re hopeless.” The man shook his head, eyes filled with both contempt and annoyance, and with that he stormed off. “Give up, people like you who can never see colors aren’t fitted for this industry. Just give up, Jay."

The thought of his father's words voicing it rang like an ominous bell across the empty labyrinth of the mind and heart of the young man himself.

The door slammed before his solemn, broken form, drenched on colours he could never had the chance to differentiate.

Voice so hoarse it sound so pitiful with the mixture of the empty nightsky. He looks up to prevent any more tears to fall down his cheeks. "What a joke..” a breathless sigh puff up in the air mixing with the tiny dust orbs, tears of moonlight called out for help. “Ah. Was it fate that I had to be born this way?”

He turns his phone open after a short sigh of pain, ragged fingers and chip nails scrolls through the countless pictures of stranger splattered across the internet—smiles, laughter, eyes crinkling akin to half moons with their fingers wrapped around the shiny wine glass as they raise it up to the ceiling, another one has their parents standing on their either side for their graduation photo, swipe down a tiny bit more—and a sweet picture perfect of a small family reflected against his dark orbs.

“Huh..?” the tip of his finger glued against the glowing screen as his eyes hovered on it, pupil dilating as it continued to observe the painting slowly. His breath caught to the very back of his throat, his lungs tightening as it took all it got, tongue remain frozen to the edges of his teeth as his mind tried to make out of what he was seeing.

Monochromes. The shades akin to a graveyard and the deafening silence of crow engulfing his sight but.. Intricate patterns of something flew across his eyes, where was it? He looked up, head snapping to where that object flew to. Gone. Gone it was.

What was that? He looked down at his phone again, the painting; the canvas was massive, with dried acrylic paint on the edges, and the composition laying on between where it’s main character was no man nor woman, nor a child nor an animal, neither a furniture nor a statue but..

A single flower standing out against everything.

“It’s so b-beautiful..” sniffing as he stuttered, pausing in between as he finally kept his eyes closed, not noticing that he had it opened wide and bright in taking the colossal beauty of it that it had grew dry with the wind hitting right against it. As he fluttered it open, his eyes was greeted by the mesmerizing beauty once again.

He couldn’t make out of what kind of color it was yet it’s wholly captivating, perfectly showcasing the artistic skills of the creator—efforts evident, and passion enveloping the gigantic canvas.

“I wonder what is it called?”

An unnamed flower unfolding it’s monochrome robes to the core of his heart, it felt as if he finally had a reason to live for.

"Camellia." Jay breathe out as he meticulously drilled the ink into your skin, taking a form of the flower he wholeheartedly adore. Flowers, it was surely not his first time to have a client wishing for a flower as a tattoo, and surely you won't be the last client either. But the fact that you asked for a specific flower that holds a tremendous meaning to him—brought him inner solace and bliss that you gave him the chance to do so.

For sure, it wasn't probably your intention. But Jay still would like to think of that, nevertheless.

Imitation is the best form of flattery, it shows how you're adamant and determined to be as skilled as the one you look up to regardless of art form. As the passage of time stretched even further, so does the artist himself; each soul grows to their own uniqueness.

And to Jay, himself—he aspires to be as good as the artist that created the painting—the fact that the artist had such blazing passion and skills that it brought the whistles of life to his soul, brought him a tiny doses of envy. But it was those emotions, that kept him going through all seasons despite the obstacles.

His eyes fell on your sleeping face once again, wishing for you to be happy once you see it, hoping that it would bring you the same effect the way it did to him. "(Name)."

"Just give up," familiarity yet indifference laced the blonde haired's aura, her crimson lips pulled up to her cheeks—forming a menacing smirk. "No one would believe you, (Name)."

Rattling orbs shot wide open, your hands clutched your chest—rampant heart behind those ribs vibrating through your eardrums. The dream, no the memories—pulling you back to your ugly reality.

Confused, you raised your eyes—looking for Jay, yet he was nowhere to be found in the midst of the silent space. Your eyes fell upon the clock on the wall before you, it’s arrows pointing towards a sunset hour making your jaw dropped slightly.

2:54pm—exactly one hour left before the fateful hour. You faltered for too long, didn’t you?

"Hey, you're awake." Jay's long fingers fiddled deep his pockets, approaching you from behind.

"Oh, um. Why didn't you wake me up?"

Taken aback but regained his composure just as quickly, "Just.. you've been sleeping really well. So I thought I'd let you get a few more hours, you know."

"Ah," you found yourself a tad bit wavered by his words, tucking the hair strands covering your vision behind your ear. A genuine smile adorned your lips, feeling grateful for his seemingly insignificant consideration. "Thank you.."

“No p-problem, so why don’t you look at it?” Jay's eyes darted over the chair beside him, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked back at you again, on a particular spot on your neck.

Only then you realise the stinging pain on your collarbone. You turned towards the mirror behind you, stroking your finger against the faint red and stinging spot.

It hurts. But it was worth it as the engraved intricate petals adorning your neck, was a sugary sight to your eyes. “It’s so pretty.” you swallowed a lump of saliva down your throat in attempts to prevent the salty tears forming in your eyes, for it truly was breathtaking to look at.

You captured the sight of his familiar beaming smile harmonising with his eyes as always from the mirror's reflection, evidently proud of his artwork adorned on your skin.

Smiling at yourself, you swiftly turn the chair facing him. Standing up on your feet, you leaned in closer—not that close, but enough to take some reaction out of him that you wanted to see once more before you go. One last time.

“Thank you, Mr. Jay.” you said, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have the chance to.. you know."

“I-it’s my pleasure, Miss (Name).” he looks away, abashed in silence yet the rosy hues on the apple of his cheeks were giving it away for you.

“Well then, I’d have to go.”

You weren't sure if it was a fragment of your imagination—that his dark grey orbs seems to lose sun rays within it. However the twinkles of his eyes returned as he gave another smile to you clenched your heart this time, as you walked through the hallway you entered a few hours ago. Feeling a bit emotional, unfortunately.

Pausing just before the entrance's edge, turning your heels around to take another look at your favourite smile, “I wish you a good day.”

"Have a good day, too." Jay nodded, feeling a bit lost at the sight of the soft strands of your hair flowing down the twinkle of your half-moon smiles as it reflected in grey hues of the sunlight.

Facing the long street ahead of you with a decided destination, you raise your arms—waving your hand at the boy without looking back. You weren't sure if he was still there, maybe.. he wasn't looking anymore. You didn't dare to turn your head so as to not raise any hope, not anymore. Not gonna lie, you wish you could stay a bit more.

A destination that leads to the root of your destruction, would you atleast try to hold yourself? Maybe not, this tattoo on your neck serves a reminder of your ruined life—to finally get it even with her.

Coal washes over Jay's vision like fleeting dust.

He, himself, had always been in a state of dust particles washing over his monochrome vision. Just like right now as he watches your figure walking off the street— fleeting particles follow you from behind, encircling around your motion. The colours he couldn't see are for sure muted and distant, however your energy brought this monochromes into blooming hues.

Somehow it also feels odd to see the flower he adores on a girl he barely knew, a simple name that he can only taste on the tip of his tongue.

But all it was to him, was akin to ashes of coal in different shades. However, you stood and went away in the brightest shade of coal despite the colourless land. Your hair swaying with the breeze as you walk off, the way you carried yourself was something that he couldn't fathom.

Somehow, an ominous thought washes over the back of his mind, constantly pushing it further; would you float away like the passing clouds and never return again? He shakes off the thought, letting out an awkward chuckle. What would he gain from this either way? You were just another client, after all.

Another client.

“Miss!”

Feet stuck on the ground after his voice flew into your ears, your stomach grew butterflies as you turned your head over your shoulder to look at the distraught boy.

“What’s the matter.. Mr. Jay?”

Jay gulped down his throat, avoiding your gaze as he approached you like the motion of fleeting petals. His feet betraying his initial thoughts, causing him to look even more distraught. “I— ah.. forgot to say, but.. you have to come here next week to check your tat twice just for safety measures, you know.”

“Next week?..” raising your eyebrow at the thought, you were appalled that you even hesitated. There’s no more next week, nor a tomorrow—it’s all pointless. Your glistened orbs fell on your dappled yellow shoes. “I don’t think I can. But I appreciate it, Mr. Jay."

His hands behind his back formed into a slight fist.

"B-but.. I don't think the camellia's gonna survive if you let it just like that, you know." Jay took two steps closer, his feet stuck on the ground as the firm breeze brushed the monochrome petals on the side of his neck, just like the freshly engraved on yours. "The colours, I mean."

"Huh..?"

Now that you look at him with the golden hues of the sun infused in his eyes like honey, you've come to notice the desperation, determination and hope evident inside those softened orbs, and most importantly—the silent blooming of affection.

“Would you come?”

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[pieroulette]

you can decide if this one is a request or just an ask, how would andteam react if they got caught by police? either being suspect for your disappearance, fought people that made them jealous, etc! i might be a good idea to not include the younger members...

- yandere anon

YANDERE! &TEAM HYUNG LINE — REACTION TO GETTING CAUGHT BY POLICE!

author"s note.. I'll take this as a yandere request then!

warning.. yandere behaviours 💁‍♀️

K

Being the sweet soft boy everyone rooted for, of course no one would suspects him for being the culprit of the case that has been circulating around the town—but when one evidence pointed right at his face, with that sugary smile never ceasing to exist, everyone has a change of heart.

That leads the boy himself to snickered behind the smiley deception as he was encaged within the officers' dead grip arms. It was a waste of time truly. He was dead sure he took all the appropriate and effective measures, that not a pair of eyes are presented. Looks like he'll need to play another cat and mouse game again.

Lapping his lower lip with his tongue, does he starts trembling as his orbs flooded with tears. "What have I done, Sir?!"

Fuma

An eerie air engulfed the presence of Fuma himself as he stood behind a man who don't know his place, trying to flirt with you. Truly horrendous as after a long month of putting you down, another uninvited guest has to come out—a pest it is, and ruin a perfect outing day, a perfect picnic, a perfect moment of his.

"Young sir, perhaps it would be best if you could leave?"

Of course, the pest itself would throw a fit of rage much to Fuma's displeasure, still he would simply keep his air-headed demeanour—leaning closer as he spew out threats. Nonetheless, how truly futile it was considering how his vision were consumed with crimson hues after his eyes landed on the pest's dirty touch on your skin.

Fuma didn't want to take this too far, but how could he? He needs to teach the pest a lesson, which got him into the officer's den much to his annoyance. But due to his well composed manners, the aura enveloping his form—the officers find it difficult to place the blame on him.

"So, how long would it take, sir? If I could, I would cooperate as much as you please but.." Fuma sighed dejectedly, "I couldn't bear to leave my pitiful wife all by her own."

Nicholas

Not gonna lie, being arrested wasn't that a huge deal for Nicholas as he got a long list of criminal record stacked up behind him. However it wasn't supposed to irk him this much, considering how his veins spewed out his neck and his dark grey orbs rattled in immense glitch as he observes you from behind the bars.

Your supposedly kind best friend, a male that is—caressing your arms in attempts to comfort your weeping form after Nicholas, himself—confronted you before your house. Confronted might be an underestimation, more like assault, that is.

Therefore, it leads Nicholas behind the bars as you and your bestfriend filed a restraining case against him.

"Restraining case?" He muttered to himself after the officer informed him. The boy's head hanging low, his bangs covering his menacing orbs as the corners of his chapped lips pulled up—exposing his teeth, akin to a starving predator. "Oh dear, what would that even do?"

EJ

Getting arrested wasn't part of EJ's plan, after all. Not when he intended to surprise you with bouquet of stewed cherry roses as it was Valentine's Day and simply wishes to spend his precious time with his darling. It was all due to his miscalculation that he accidentally found you on the couch with a man he wasn't familiar with. But was familiarity even the question when the girl he adores was right here, not on his arms but on a bastard?

It ended on a horrendous note, to say the least. However the officers were skeptical over who started the fight considering the scattering amount of wounds on a particular someone, EJ, himself.

EJ held the need to snicker, only flooding his orbs with glistened tears as he gained the sympathy of you and the officers, mumbling things like. "I j-just came to visit (Name)! I didn't knew he would—"

Of course, the so called friend of his darling protests back, the corners of his lips dripping with blood—astounded by the horrendous lies EJ emitted.

But EJ couldn't care any less, a single wrong step due to miscalculation are a rare occurrence for him but it would never be repeated twice. He was immensely pleased, to say the least, since he could turn over the tide by having you—his darling, to side with him and snap the friendship ties with the bastard he loathes. "S-sir, it hurts.."

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[pieroulette]

「 AS THE RED SUN BLOOMS 」

赤い太陽が咲くように

PART 2 of CHAPTER 1: 炎 (Flame)

"I want to read, I want to write."

2023 | 18+ | SERIES | NISHIMURA RIKI (X READER) × MASTERLIST

GENRE coming-of-age, historical romance, 18th century Japan/Edo period, slow burn romance, drama, angst, graphic violence, family, reader isn't a Japanese in this story.

WC 8k

📖 bold dialogues means characters are speaking in Japanese.

—Strange scent of burning molten had your nose scrunched—ripping the images of the distant void in your slumber apart causing your eyes to shot wide open, instantly pushing yourself with your two bare arms to sit up and the unfamiliar sight of a wooden room—no, you were inside a wooden shed.

The scent causing your nose to scrunched lingers somewhere behind the light peeking out from the closed wooden door.

The door rattles opened, revealing a man stepping inside and the sight of seeing a man itself had your blood boiling in the mixture of fear and rage.

Instinctively covering yourself and going into defense mode—you immediately grab the knife on the wooden table—pointing the blade against the man who has fear and panic evident on him.

You didn’t dare to fix the bangs that covered half of your vision—yet your rattling orbs blazing in flames was enough to fuelled the tight-fitted grip around the handle to the point your knuckles were sucked out of blood.

"Miss! Finallyyyyy— you're awake! I thought you were dead seriously. My name is Kazuo—" his pupils dilated so quick. "Woah- miss?! What's with holding that knife?!"

"That's not safe!"

You stared at him down hard, eyeing his every motion as he utter alot of words your ears couldn't comprehend, seemingly desperate.

He tried to took a step forward in attempts to get your blade and that cause you to hiss—pushing him onto the ground, sprinting to where the source of light came from the enclosed wooden door.

“Miss!” Kazuo got on his knees in attempts called out for you in desperation. "You cannot go out there!"

Limping through the unfamiliar path led you to the florals of the lush garden greeting your either side. It was a rare sight, truly. However, it didn't do nothing to dampen the rampant thud in your chest as it could be another full bloom of deceptiveness.

You stood in silence, as if a hand formed out from the wind itself pulling you from your worn out kimono—the gentle breeze of snow caressed your frosted red cheeks, but the white cloth on your left cheek protected you from it instead.

Cold. It was cold, cold it was. It’s still cold.

But it sort of felt like the snow wasn’t encasing you in a cage nor suffocating you anymore—instead, it was vast and spreaded throughout the field as if it was for you to see, for you to step on, for you to sprint and for you to enjoy all it has.

The glowing sun above the horizon, the snow dust, the white stained bamboo, the fleeting branches, the frozen lake, the roofs covered in white blanket of snow, the tinkling of the bell hanging on the edge of the roof, the edge of the wooden floor of the mansion.

The massive roof akin to toppled mountains adorned with intricate patterns and on its tip rising up akin to a blade, lion statues standing before the gates and the lush garden standing tall, trees so high its branches can be seen behind the gates. It gave off serenity as the wind flowed past your hair, and the sight of the sliding door from afar gave you somewhat an uneasy feeling of what was about to come.

“Hm? A girl..?” your ears perked at the sudden voice of a child behind you, you turned around to see a short haired young girl in a bird patterned blue kimono. “Are you the new apprentice here?”

You stayed silent, instinctively hiding the knife behind your back. What is this? Did you just really escape the old brothel only to be caught in a new one? You bit your lip upon that thought, eyes darting against the toppled mountains wishing to the core of your heart that this should not be the case.

"What's your name?"

“I wonder what happened to your cheek?..” she asked again. “But, you're so pretty.” the girl formed a bright smile, reminding you of the two kamuro back in the brothel. “I like your eyes, they look so beautiful they remind me of flame.”

Beautiful. Did she just tell you that you were beautiful? You tilted your head, trying to form a small smile as if to return her compliment you barely understand.

“Can’t you speak?” she asked one more time, now her expression turns into confusion—seemingly trying to understand you. “Or are you perhaps.. deaf?”

“Eh, wait. You couldn’t have smiled at me if you didn’t understand what I said, but–”

You came to realise that this young girl before you was a fairly talkative one, now talking to herself of such and about—things you barely understand. However, judging by her active personality—this puts you into a conclusion that maybe this place wasn’t a brothel.

You sighed in relief, only observing the girl’s silly mutters to herself or atleast to you that you obviously can’t understand.

“Yuma! Help me!” the man groaned.

“What?! What’s wrong?! Kazuo-san, what are you doing on the ground?!”

“That girl pushed me! Oh my god, my back! she looks so frail yet so strong!” Kazuo gritted his teeth, “Also! She escaped— no! She went to the main garden, you have to stop her before the lord or anyone sees her or I’ll be so dead!”

“Huh?! Girl?" Yuma's eyebrows furrowed so hard, as he helped Kazuo on his feet. "Which girl? Wait— You brought a girl?! Who?!”

“Just! Ugh!” Kazuo sprinted out of the shed, with Yuma’s face contorted into utter confusion repeating the word ‘girl’.

“That’s the girl!-” paused on his tracks, his eyes widened for the nth time this day. “Shit, Misola-chan!”

“Miss!” your head snapped towards the source of the voice, instantly turning into defence mode. The young girl behind you was surprised at your actions.

“There’s no need to be scared, put the blade down.” the man with white cloth wrapped around his forehead gestures both his arms to you.

“Misola-chan, come here, will you?” you realise the men were ushering the girl behind you, and fearing something might happen, you immediately raise your arms in attempts to cover the girl from them.

“E-eh?” Both of the men were confused by your action. "A-are you, don't tell me—"

“Please! Do we even look like thugs?! Like do we look like we hurt people?! Right, right, Yuma?” Kazuo ruffled through his mess of a hair.

Yuma nodded frantically, eyes still ogling at the blade pointed harshly towards them. “Miss, just please put the knife down will you?”

You scanned their horrified expression, by the looks of it—they don’t look harmless nor resemble any of the men from the brothel, they seem.. Average. Your eyebrows furrowed in attempts to understand what they kept saying but it’s pointless, truly pointless. Just what’s going to happen to you from now on?

“Yumaaaaa! You’re fucking slacking again, aren’t you?!” a high pitched voice laced with utter annoyance came from the distance, and to the surprise of the two men—they were too late to react as the owner of the voice—a short jet black haired girl with bangs carrying a basket of laundry appeared, and as a matter of fact—her eyes ogled so hard when she found you—a complete stranger, plus with a knife.

Yuma’s eyes widened to the point he quickly put his finger up to his mouth, “Momo-!”

But it was all too late as the girl’s high pitched scream echoed through the entire mansion, alerting everyone of the scene, much to the exaggerated groan leaving Kazuo’s mouth and the facepalm Yuma made.

“So what is this?” the head placed his teacup on the tray beside him, “Bringing a girl inside my residence without my permission? What excuse do you have for this, Kazuo?”

Kazuo tightened his palms over his knees, “My apologies, milord. It’s just that—”

“Is she your girlfriend?” Misola blurted out, much to the surprise of Kazuo.

“N-no! Of course not? I found her all battered up on the street when I was done selling for the day, I thought that I couldn’t possibly leave her all by herself on the street.”

“Oh.. So I see that’s the case.”

“Yet, I heard that girl stole your knife and brought it with her through the main garden. Judging by her actions, she seems pretty dangerous. Her, on her own on the street? What could’ve she done to receive such a harsh situation?” The lord's wife furrowed her eyebrows. “Just where did you find her?”

Kazuo paused in thought, trying to remember where did he take you— "Ah, from—”

“Are we really going to treat an injured lady like this?” Misola mumbled, only to receive a couple of tsk emitting from her mother.

“She can’t stay here, accepting mere strangers in the house is one thing but I can’t let this.”

“As you wish, milady.” Kazuo sighed.

“Okaa-san! it’s not that serious.” The young girl exclaimed, whining.

“Misola. You could’ve been hurt!”

“She didn’t even try to hurt me,” Misola paused, eyeing the two men. “Didn’t you see how she tried to protect me when you two came?”

Yuma and Kazuo reacted as soon as they realise the question were directed to them, nodding at once when they remembered your small but significant gesture.

“She could’ve been robbed or something, judging by how defensive she was!” said Misola. “But she still didn’t even lay her hand on me, she even..”

Her eyes fell on your silent form, head hanging low. “Smiled at me.”

“You’re too naive.”

“Okaa-san, Oto-san!”

“To me, it seems like she’s having a hard time understanding us. But I believe she has a good heart! Please let her stay here.”

"No, stop pleading to your father—this time you'll have to listen to us. Misola, you don't know the risk and consequences of accepting a stranger inside our residence."

Misola's face grew sour, growing helpless as her wishes were ignored. But she has no intention to give up as she stood on her feet, walking to her father's side and holding his arms with her pair of tiny hands.

"Oto-san!" She whined, pouting immensely with puppy doe eyes. "Please, you know how lonely I felt nowadays that Onii-chan isn't here for the past few months. Even Onee-chan's time has all been spent in arranging her wedding!"

"Misola!" Her mother protests but the lord raises his hand slightly.

Seeing this valuable opportunity, Misola continued. "Once Onee-chan got married, she won't be here anymore and even Onii-chan would soon took over the business, can't you see it, Oto-san?"

The lord took a deep breathe—his orbs gradually dissipating from the space and into the void of his thoughts that lasted for a couple of minutes paired with his index finger tapping on his knee. Some of the servants gulped nervously along with Kazuo and Yuma, while Momo's eyes tried it's best to flutter open, fighting her inner battle of slumber.

“Young lady," Everyone's blood run immediately cold when they realise who the lord was asking, all heads snapped to your direction in unison. "Are you sure you weren't trying to hurt anyone?” You didn’t realise the question was directed to you until the man called Kazuo, hit your arm lightly enough to get your attention.

Heavy silence ensues after the questions were delivered as they waited for your response, yet your soulless eyes only blinked a couple of times, meeting their anticipated orbs before avoiding it and lowering your head once again, mind darting over space.

“...I don’t u-understand.”

Everyone immediately looked at each other, confusion evident in their features. “Huh, what did she say?”

“She wore a fairly expensive silk kimono, yet she doesn’t understand us.” Yuma brushed his chin with his index finger, mouth pouting. “What a weird combination.”

"And she somehow looks like she doesn't—"

“Just where did you find her, Kazuo-kun.” Momo whined, leaning against the wall on her back.

“Somewhere along the entrance..” he paused, “Of the Yoshiwara district.”

"Huh, isn't that where everyone..?"

Everyone looks at each other with wide shot eyes, and then back at you, and then back at Yuma.

"Yuma—"

"No, I don't know—"

"I haven't even say anyth—"

"No, please refrain from— ouch! That hurts!" Yuma rubbed the aching spot on his head.

They watched over your distant and solemn figure sitting on the farthest corner of the room, visibly avoiding every contact with them—curling yourself into your own world.

“You think Taki could understand her?” Kazuo asked out of nowhere.

“I have no idea, Taki had studied a foreign language a few years ago so I forgot what it’s called.. Um, Elish? El-.. El..”

“English, you dumbo.”

"Well, dumbo. You're lucky indeed that Misola-chan begged the lord or else we're gonna get it." Momo spat out from behind, a mischievous smirk splattered on her face.

Kazuo rolled his eyes. "I know."

"So is she staying here from now on?"

"I guess so, considering the lord's last words—she'll compensate her stay here as a servant like us."

Dead branches of the firm tree rattled against each other forming an eccentric sound, the trunk stained with white snow and all over the ground.

Placing the folded muted grey kimono on the floor before you, "Here, a new kimono for you. We've prepared the bath—" the servant paused after her mate tapped her arms.

The corners of your lips pulling up a little to show appreciation, the two servants left leaving you in the shed. You wore the new kimono after taking a warm bath, the cotton material hugging your inner skin—it felt like you were breathing and wearing a new entire life as you often wore the kimonos specially made for the brothel. New kimono, new life.

A couple of knocks emitted from behind the door, you pulled it open and saw one familiar face you recognise as Yuma and a taller one with a sour expression on his face, it also surprised you to see another two girls standing behind them.

"Hi! I am Yuma. Yuma." he gestured toward himself.

"Jo! Come on, introduce yourself."

"It's not like she could understand us either." Jo groaned, "Why are you still trying?"

"Still!" Yuma protested, pulling the struggling boy. "Who knows that maybe she got her head hit somewhere to the point she forgot how to speak Japanese!"

"This is Jo." Yuma gestured his palms in front of the disinterested tall boy.

"Yuma, are you trying to bring the entire town?" The girl beside Momo pulled up the corners of her lips in a mocking way. Yuma look at her over his shoulder with an exaggerated sigh, in which she snorted in return and looks at you instead, waving her hand slightly. "Hi, call me Sana."

However, you only nodded in return once again with the same usual smile much to their disappointment.

The group went outside after a couple minutes of awkwardness standing before your door, giving up after failing to communicate with you. Coming into the conclusion that you simply don't understand them.

"Is she mute or what…?” Sana tilted her head in confusion.

“I don’t think that’s the case, honestly I had no idea.” replied Momo who took a huge bite from the peache in her hands, “We’ve been talking to her since yesterday too, but it’s pointless.”

Yuma shook his head in utter devastation, with the result of his nth failed attempt of today. Facepalming himself, he looks over his shoulder only to see a certain someone.

“Oh, Taki! You’re finally home!”

Fluffy brown haired with big doe eyes—akin to blooming flowers above the night sky’s canvas, and a big bright wide smile. “Yuma, not for long, though.”

“I see, but I wonder if we could ask for your help?”

“For sure, it’s my pleasure.”

“You see, we had this girl who Kazuo brought in two days ago. And, uh, long story short. It doesn’t seem like she had any disabilities or anything, it’s like she couldn’t understand us. I was wondering that maybe she’s probably not from this nation."

You hang your head low enough to peek outside the shed, the empty garden giving you the sure sign that no one's around anymore.

“Hi.” a young man suddenly appeared before you, waving his hand before your soulless orbs. “My name is Taki.”

You stayed silent, only bowing slightly to acknowledge his presence and once again lowering your eyes once again. It was far obvious at this point that they should know you aren't able to speak their language so why do they still bother to send another to you?

Taki blinked a couple of times, feeling the awkwardness rising up and realising your situation before forming his usual smile again, “My name is Taki, may I know your name?”

Gasp left the gap between your lips, your eyes immediately lifting up to look at the boy. 'H-huh?.. W-what did he s-say? What did he say? M-my name?'

"Can.. C-can you repeat it again?"

"I said, what's your name? So you understand what I was saying, that's great! I thought it would be unfortunate if—"

Your breath hitched, you found tears submerging your orbs immediately, falling on your knees and breaking down much to the boy’s surprise.

“D-did I say something wrong?! H-huh? Did you even understand me?” Taki panics as he switches between two languages. "I'm sorry!"

You cried. It has been awhile since you were able to talk with someone. It has truly been awhile. Without a thought in the world, you curled yourself in a fetus form, crying out to your heart's content leaving the boy before you in a dilemma of what to do.

Taki chose not to do anything, only bending over his knees beside your crying form and observing the vast lake before you two.

“From now on," Taki curled his lips in, "You are free to say anything and I'll try my best to answer each and one of your questions.” His voice emitted gentle waves of kindness that appeases your crying solemn soul.

You finally, finally had someone you can talk to.

"What's your name again?"

"(Name).. What about you?"

"Taki!"

It has nearly been a few days since you stayed at this tiny shed, although mostly secluded the entire time in Kazuo’s shed as a trial to see how dangerous you are as part of the condition according to Taki.

It didn't took long until, finally, Taki motioned for you to follow him inside their mansion.

“How did you know how to speak.. my language?”

The boy, appalled that you asked him, regained his usual composure. “I’ve been taught by the Nishimura family’s personal tutor. It was an opportunity the lord had given to me a few years ago..”

“Oh..” you turned your attention back to the lake, “That’s nice. How’s the family, um.. The Nishimura family?”

“They’re the owner of this mansion, they own a family business we called wagashi. Confectionery shop, it is.” Your eyes flickered at his last sentence. “The Nishimura family has been standing firm and tall for over a hundred decades, for they had set of principles, rules, and guidance that followed them throughout their lives. Men and women of the Nishimura, both of them had responsibility over the family, and together they worked in intertwined hands for hundreds of years.”

You stepped closer to the edge where the breathtaking scene of red fall petals consumed the land, scattering all over the roof and everywhere you could see. "Wagashi shop, huh?"

“The current generation of the family now consists of the head, his wife, and their three children.”

It caught your attention, “Three? That’s a lot.”

“Yes, the eldest daughter, Konon. Graceful and kind, she's the apple of the family's eye. She had a childhood friend who she will marry this fall. Not only that, her future husband's family is wealthy enough that it could support the Nishimura's business.”

“Their second daughter and the youngest one is Misola, she turned thirteenth a few months ago. Energetic and beaming as the sun, just like how she should act her age, she often fools around so don't mind it if she randomly comes and pulls her silly pranks on you.” Taki said. "I heard you met her in the garden a few days ago."

“Yeah, I've seen her. I won’t mind.” You answered with a small smile. "She's the very reason why I was able to stay here in the first place."

“Finally, their middle child and only son; Riki.” Taki snorted which confused you, “That kid is really tall, and somewhat eccentric than most. Quieter than his siblings, yet he had this humorous vibe that he only shows among those he was close with. He's a rule breaker, but all I could say is that he's all balanced. Since he's the only son of this family, he's set to inherit this family business."

“Konon, Sola..” You lifted your attention to the blazing red sun. “Riki.”

Siblings, how wonderful, you thought to yourself.

You immediately tugged the sleeve of Taki's kimono, his eyes falling on you ever so quick, with his left eyebrow pulled up in confusion.

"I want to learn.." your lips hang apart after a moment of hesitance, "—how to make wagashi."

"W-what?" His eyelashes fluttered a few times, surprised by your request. "M-make wagashi? Did I hear you right?"

You nodded in a hasty manner, pressing your lips tight in anticipation for his answer.

"I-" he raised his palm towards his forehead, seemingly having a hard time. "I don't think it's easy."

“Doesn’t she know how to wash her clothes?” the servants from the distance muttered to themselves, observing you who was having a huge feat of trouble brushing the stained fabrics.

"What do you mean?"

"Servants can't become an apprentice, Kazuo-san was one of the rare case that became one because the lord saw his potential." Taki said. "It's just that—"

"It's just that?"

"You should be patient first, it's too early to ask for something like that yet."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"No, no—its fine! I get it, it's fine to be ambitious." Taki said.“I’ll tell this to the lord when I can."

Right. Too bold and too ambitious. How'd you even think to ask something like that? Has staying in the brothel for too long cause you to be this dense?

Ah, how you wish you had someone who taught you all the basic yet significant things a person could do, especially at your age.

Learn how to make wagashi? You don't even know how to wash your own clothes. How pathetic. Now that you thought of it you must've been really bold enough to ask Taki about it.

Tears fell and blended along the flow of the river, leaving you to observe it. What’s the point of crying? Just like how it blends with the river, your tears are nothing for the sea itself for it will be submerged along with it and no one will know it's yours.

Back then, in the brothel; you were left immobilised, after the incident—they left nothing for you to do anymore. At first, you thought they were treating you nice and kind, not letting you do any hard work that would ruin your hands, which was the case.

But as time passed, as you began to grow taller, grow mature and older—you realised their seemingly kind deeds were nothing but a double edged sword pointed towards your face. “We had a special breed of yujyo in our brothel, one of a kind. Treat her as you wish, a pet, a dog or however you wish, milord."

Ten years worth of training, they prevented you from uttering a word nor understanding a word just so you could be their slave with no ears and tongue. Your eyes only serve as a mere device for seduction, your tongue a pathetic use for flattery sounds like melody to men's ears. They taught you everything, everything that serves men, and not you. Your education was merely for satisfying men, not serving you.

A double edged sword that was bound to dig its blade to your face back, what was sowed back then has been reaped now, and you were the one bearing the consequences of it.

You rubbed your eyes in a hasty manner, returning to your work, brushing the fabric even harder despite the ache between your fingers.

“That’s not how you wash clothes. Plus you cannot do anything with those wound on your hands!” a soft voice emits from behind you, only to see the same girl who screamed when she found you that time. She lowered herself, pausing in between when she sensed your eyes hovering on her. “Ah, how do I say this,” slowly raising her index finger to herself, “Momo.”

Your eyebrows raised up, nodding slightly.

“My name’s Momo, like um..”

Her back faced you instantly as she took something from the basket. A fruit emerged from her hands, a light pink one—pointing her index finger towards it and then to herself. “Momo!”

“I’ll teach you a bit on how to wash clothes,” you observed her hands imitating the motion of rubbing the cloth together, “Just watch it and learn.”

“Oh what am I seeing?”

“Bitch, Yuma! I told you to watch over the food or else we're eating burnt food tonight!” Momo’s high pitched scream returns again much to your amusement.

"How about follow me to the kitchen?" She mimics the act of eating and that alone was easier for you to understand, nodding fast.

You observed Momo’s frail hands swaying the wooden ladle against the sizzling wok, her features crunching against the puffing smoke as she took a pinch of salt from a saucer placed on the counter behind her, sprinkling it onto the dish she was making.

They wanted you to be downright useless to the point you couldn’t help yourself once you ever tried to escape; read, write, basic chores like washing plates and washing yourself. The maids were there to shower and scrub your body for you, put clothes on you and all you had to do was lay yourself open for the hungry demons before you, just like the beautiful helpless doll you are akin to that doll your zegen swayed before you as a child.

Rubbing your nose with the surface of your hands, you look down to the severe burn marks on your right hand. They were far too cunning on their own to teach you their own language despite teaching you everything from arts to music instruments, only using the technique of sign language to make sure you understand them. So you live your life, unsure and vague of what they were saying behind you and before you.

To make sure you'll remain their marionette even when the strings snapped, even if you manage to get far away from that place.

“What can I do?”

Momo blinked a couple of times, unable to understand what you said. You sighed dejectedly, before your orbs fell on the sizzling wok and your hands imitated the action Momo was doing.

Only then, did she caught what you were trying to say. Shaking his head and her hands, "No, no." She ushered you to sit back much to your displeasure, "Your hands."

"It has not yet recovered, the burn marks are so severe that you'd have to recuperate for a few more days—" Momo paused, mentally facepalming herself after seeing your confused expression. Pressing her plump lips in a tight manner, she hummed as she shook her head and hands—hoping for you to simply understand what it means.

The golden sun had set, and everyone were busy preparing the table. You gaze at the starry nightsky, the branches swaying slowly with the gentle breeze.

“Ah, dinner!” Apprentices and servants you recognised gathered around the round table, it's merrier just like the district. But the atmosphere was wholly different, it was different.

“Momo, you’re getting better at cooking!” Observing everyone's jolly face as they respectively picked foods from the saucer with their chopsticks, enjoying the delight of food. You felt a bit isolated despite the bustling atmosphere.

"Eat." Kazuo placed a piece of roasted meat on your bowl, urging you to eat by mimicking the act of it.

You nodded, eating the piece of roasted meat—the delicacy immediately sweetening your tongue as you chewed it properly.

Another meat was placed on your rice bowl by Kazuo, "Eat. Eat properly."

"Right! Eat more! Eat, and grow stronger!"" Momo exclaimed, adding veggies on your bowl. You curled your lips in, nodding once again as you tried your best to stop yourself from tearing up. You understood her last sentence, one of the words that the girl in your memories had taught you back then.

Looking at Momo, you couldn't help but imagine her as that girl.

Maybe, just maybe, you could stand up on your own as long as you keep trying. Grow stronger, little by little.

"Wagashi? The girl Kazuo brought in?" The tea ripples inside the cup after the revelation.

"Yes, she had expressed a desire to learn the craft." Taki paused, looking down at the tatami mat. "However.."

"Why does she want to learn it?"

Taki gritted his teeth, "I.. I didn't exactly ask.."

"And you came here?"

“Yes..”

“That girl, tell her that before she can even lay her hands on the craft of wagashi. She should know very well how to speak to the apprentices, the servants, the people we would sell it to. Because if she doesn't, how is she qualified to become an apprentice of Nishimura?”

“I’ll teach her, milord.”

“Do you think you had the time for that? You have your scholar lessons, would you really waste your precious time on a random girl who we don’t even know where she came from?” The old man muttered, sighing in between pauses.

“I don’t see anything in that girl. Boldly asking to become an apprentice of this shop, she should earn it, not ask for it. She should be grateful that we let her stay in this place in the first place.”

Taki sighed, eyes fluttering in sadness as he listened to the lord. “Maybe we could wait?..”

“Wait for what? Time does not wait for us, whether we’re happy or sad, beating yourself up to death, time does not stay still for us. I detest those who stay without contributing to anything. Tell that girl that I won’t accept her becoming an apprentice until she shows me something.” The lord shook his head, adding one more sentence. “A person with nothing under their belt is unfit for battle. That is the very reason why I sent my own son out there to explore the entire nation, to see what he can learn from this valuable opportunity.”

Silence ensues before Taki’s eyes flickered, “Milord, what if we use this opportunity in evaluating Riki’s skills?”

The lord pauses before the edge of the cup lap below his lips, eyes lifting up. “Continue.”

“As far as we know, Riki will return home by summer. We could test his skills in teaching the rest of the apprentices including the girl.” Taki said. “By this, we could’ve hit two birds with one stone.”

“Why are you so adamant in having that girl to learn the craft of wagashi?”

“I..” Taki hesitated.

“Do you like her?”

Taken aback—it’s not like that was the case, Taki thought to himself. "I just thought that.. it would be somehow nice to have someone learn something just like I did."

"The lord, yourself—had told me once that you've seen my potential back then and chose to give me the chance to learn how to read and write."

Your solemn form flashes through Taki's mind, his orbs falling on your bandaged fingers. Your orbs flickered in tiny sparks of flames he swore he saw for a split second, and your left scarred cheek.

"It serves me very well today, and seeing that girl with those unfamiliar fresh scars had me thinking that she was willing to do something to bring herself out of something. Maybe she could help us someday, and herself too."

With the folded paper on your palms, you look up to the red sun scorching against the freezing winter blaze. You breathe out a puff of air to your palms, cherishing the fragile object in your paper.

Set of light footsteps came from the distance, alerting you of the familiar presence you've been patiently waiting for.

"(Name)."

"Taki," your lips hang apart, "How is it?.."

"You see, learning how to make wagashi is only exclusive to the apprentices who had shown an initial passion for its craft. Those who had also been recommended by their fellow friends and families." Taki said, "Those who had potential."

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"You, as a mere servant, and even more so—as a new one, are quite hasty and too fast. The master said so." Taki said, "But he didn't say no. He asked you to do your work first."

Your eyes blends with the hues of hope yet the dread for obstacles to come consumed your veins.

“He would ask his son to teach you personally instead, to evaluate his skills for teaching you and the rest.” Taki informed, “Before that, reform yourself around here first. See what you can do.”

"How long would it take?"

"Summer, the master's son will be back by summer. Till then, be patient."

You nodded slowly, the distant void in your mind began to form around the wholly sentence—repeating like the rippling waves of the lake.

"By the way.." snapped out of the void, you look up to him, "May I ask why do you want to learn wagashi?"

Silence grew after the question.

You hesitated but inquired a bit of it, “Just, I've tasted it before.. And I’m not sure if I could express it properly.”

“Well, then, you don’t have to. I was just curious.” Taki smiled. “Ah, I’m saddened to inform you that I’ll have to go to another state to distribute wagashi.”

“Distribute wagashi?”

“Yes, it’s the year of royal competition right now, it's a competition amongst all wagashi shops to make the finest wagashi ever, for now—we're either selling or distributing the wagashi we made to the citizens, and evaluate it when we come back home. Also, voting papers are used. The rest of the apprentices had gone to their respective states, and so did I. Including the son of the lord himself.”

You look down, quite affected by the news. “I see. How long would it take?”

“Four months, but by then the lord’s son Ri-ki would be home. He had taken English lessons too, so don’t worry, you’ll be able to have someone to talk with you too. Or maybe, just send me a letter and I’ll return it as fast as I can.”

“I can’t write.” You let out a ghost-quiet whisper. “I can’t even read, so how could I?”

“You can learn, the personal tutor of Ri-ki could teach you.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, you see how the lord.. Doesn’t seem to like me around here, and taking his own son’s tutor would definitely anger him.”

“The lord is not that bad, I guarantee you. Just get along with his children, not Ri-ki though cause’ that kid is a rebel at best.” Taki giggled slightly. "Just do something, see what you can do so the lord can see your potential. I'm sure you can do that, right?"

You watched as Taki's silhouette stepping out the entrance, waving you goodbye—it kind of made you a tad bit sad—partly was because you will have to bear not having anyone understood you once again, and partly was you're alone in this unfamiliar environment.

However, Taki's words brought your heart in flames.

Raising your scarred fingers to catch the falling dust of snow on your hand, it will be alright—you told yourself.

White strips wrapped around cut hands and fingers, reaching up to touch the dangling purple florals. Silky black hair with blonde highlights reaching down his neck—blending with the sun rays, robe like coal with an inner white shirt, and a muted blue hakama. Hanafuda earrings, adorned with round red sun with rays swaying along the wind.

"Riki."

"Yeah?" yawning with arms stretched upward, the young man turned with features beaming as the sun, lips pulling up in the brightest smile as he walks forward with the glowing purple wisterias brushing against his face.

"You're neglecting your studies, again."

"Um, did I?" The young boy mumbled, avoiding the intimidating gaze of the older man. "O-oh! I heard there are new apprentices and servants set for the shop, our job is gonna get easier from now on!"

"Quit slacking for once, Riki."

"Yeah, yeah." Riki rolled his eyes, “By the way, how long would it take before we get home though?”

“Judging by the weather, it would take us three months at best.” the servant answered, “It will be summer by the time we arrive, milord.”

A long deep sigh emits by the younger boy, “That sure takes long, ah. I just want to slip into my futons, already.”

“Well, that’s what you deserved for enraging the lord. Slipping in papers under the wagashi—don’t you know how it would cost us our reputation if any of them ever found out?” The older male pointed the glinting blade against the younger one.

Riki’s eyes ogling at the gesture, raises his hands in defence. “It’s not my fault! Blame Sola, it was just a game we played during winter and I lose, you know.” groaning exaggeratingly, “After all, it’s only for a month. Plus no one would be suspicious enough to open a folded paper used for simple sweets.”

“What did you even write there?”

“Well,” Riki paused, dark orbs darting nervously around the space, anything to avoid the intimidating peering of the older male. “Sola said I can write anything.”

“So what is it?” The older man’s eyebrows furrowed in anticipation. “You’re sure you didn’t write anything suspicious, aren’t you?”

“Who knows? Maybe I did-”

“You lucky bitch!” Riki flinched at the incoming punch, and threw a tongue at the older male before hopping over the thick snow and approaching the nearby horse.

“Riki, you shouldn’t take all of the things we taught you for granted! It will serve you soon in the near future when you take over the family business!”

The young boy was visibly taken aback by the man’s words, “Yudai-san, it’s boring, making sweets isn't what I wanted to do!”

"Still, it's one of your responsibilities. Learning isn't something you have to ignore, it's for your sake too."

"Yeah, right."

"I’m not letting you off this time, you were not attending your English lessons for the past few days."

A loud groan emitted from the younger boy who immediately snapped his head and eyes widened at the older one, "I still do not understand why I have to take those lessons when I'm in Japan!" Groaning he did as he patted the horse.

Yudai peered at him in return, "How could you introduce our sweets to the foreigners, then? How can you talk to our clients from the west, then?—"

"Taki could. He's good at it, isn't he?"

"He's just an apprentice, you're the son of the family. The only one, in fact." Emphasising the last sentence ever so clear for the boy to hear.

The boy sighed in return.

"Learning their language could spread our fame even further to the west which is what the lord would love to. Plus, having another language mastered under your sleeve–"

"Alright, alright." Riki interrupted with an eye roll, "Still doesn't change the fact that it's boring, come on. Sis could take over the business with her future husband more than me, he's a lot more capable than me, duh."

"Are you serious right now?" Yudai shook his head, visibly in disbelief. "I just don't get why you seem so disinterested with the whole business stuff."

"You know why."

The older man, having an epiphany—sighed in dejected manner. "Dancing wouldn't take you anywhere-"

"Not even you-"

"Be serious, it's not like the master would let you either." Yudai muttered. "You got to know your responsibility."

“Responsibility?" The younger boy gazed at the serene blue hues, "I don't care. You all will give up sooner and later, too. I want to dance on stage, in front of the public, in front of people. Not isolate myself in an old dusted kitchen room just to make sweets.” the boy muttered before going off, hands swaying the crimson threads supporting the eccentric oni mask.

“What can I do to be accepted..” your eyes lingered towards the closed door where the kitchen is. “—To make sweets?” your bandaged hands tightened around the laundry basket.

“(Name)-chan!” Momo from the end of the hallway, gestures with her hand for you to follow her.

The white blanket consuming the town, the streets, the frozen lake, and the dead branches thoroughly flashes to blooming spring of florals and flashy shades of colours adorning the entire nation—and the scorching summer took its course faster than your eyes could take. Pit patters of the rain began to emerge from the sky every single day—watering the gardens, the field, the plants on it's own.

Today, the scorching sun grew redder than it was a few days ago causing you to drenched in sweat trickling down your jaw and you wiped it off with the sleeves of your muted kimono. The severe burnt marks on your hand and the scar on your left cheek had recovered yet the scars remain causing it to kind of look like horrendous to say the least but you didn't mind—as even though filled with calluses and scars, it was the emblem of your freedom.

Murmurs of the crowd submerged you in a total distinction as you pushes the stall through the heavy packed street, observing unfamiliar faces holding numerous variety of expressions go about their day.

You could only wonder.

Your feet pause on track as the numerous papers splattered on the wooden community board caught your curious orbs, the slanted and curved characters that seemed like it was dancing fascinates you, like the paper from the wagashi and the wagashi itself.

Pink hues of the sakura, and the red sphere stood out the most for you back then in the district. You kind of wanted to imitate it, or even learn how to make it. You just felt like you wanted to.

The amount of times you had found yourself standing before the closed doors of the kitchen for the past few months had been absurd, yet you can't help yourself but be fascinated the more you did so—sometimes when you were lucky—they left it opened and you peek from the side of the door, observing their powdered stained hands crafting the variety of wagashi; all sorts of colours, patterns differing from each other—each representing different seasons and per se.

“Little lady.” A sigh followed after that, “Little lady.”

You snapped your head at the voice, your orbs falling on the man on the other side of the stall—his ragged out yet strong form, big hands filled with calluses as he lifted it while uttering a word. “Push.”

“Oh.” your right foot steps forward as your left leg bends backward—gathering the strength to your frail arms as you continued pushing the stall further.

Kazuo, the name of the man whose back is currently facing you—was one of the longest apprentices under the Nishimura family for over 40 years. He was in charge of mainly selling the wagashi in the streets, part time was buying the natural ingredients used for it. The latter of why the both of you were currently out in the town.

It was only recently that you were given the task in following him to the town, for awhile it dreaded you that you might stumble in the yūkaku district once again but it didn't as you two went in a different route to a different town. To the village where natural ingredients are distributed from the suppliers to the consumers.

For the last three months staying under the roof of the Nishimura, despite the initial challenges and difficulties of communicating—Kazuo, himself, taught you a few basic words where he demonstrated with his actions for you to understand such as; pull, push, drink, eat, wash—such basic and seemingly insignificant words for them but so valuable for you, though not capable of a conversation—helped you at least in communicating better with them.

Kazuo, was a man whose mouth muttered a lot—he talked alot, he ate a lot, everything he did was flamboyant and flashy. But the sincerity was evident in the things he did.

Noticing your solemn face, Kazuo spoke—more like to himself since you couldn’t understand anyways, cleared his throat. “Little lady, you look sad. Do you mind if I sing?”

Of course your confused expression would emerge again, Kazuo thought, sighing. But despite that, his mouth hangs open—

The cicadas and crickets consumed the entire field as you two went on.

He’s horrible at singing, you thought. Yet, despite the horrible off-key melody—his voice itself somehow holds utter kindness that it naturally brought you the comfort akin to standing before the gentle blue sky and receiving its breeze-like hug.

Soaked in sweat beyond the blazing heat, white towel wrapped around his forehead preventing the beads of heat, his worn out but huge back facing you as he guided you through the field of the golden sunset sort of felt like to you that he's a strong role model, someone strong—as if you had a father guiding you through your steps as you pushed the stall from behind, listening to this intangible man-made song through the journey.

You observed the powdered plastic inside the stall with determination, the mist in your mind slowly and gradually dissipates.

Golden blaze painted over the town when both of you had returned to the mansion, standing before the mansion’s gate that was now left open. “In what world do they think they can let the gates open, are they inviting the demons or what?” Kazuo muttered to himself as he stepped inside, but a fit of scream had him cussing and clutching his chest in a full blown groan.

"Kazuo-san! Long time no see!" Eccentric blonde locks swayed against the wind, bursting into a fit of laughter as the person emerged from the sides of the garden, their wooden sandals falling on top of the ground. “You’re still bad at singing even after four months!”

“Bastard!” Kazuo spat out. "Come here, you—"

"It hurts! It hurts!"

"Serves you right! Trying to kill me?—"

"Kazuo-san!" Two servants from the distance called out for his name, "We need your help with the wagashi."

"Later! I'm finishing this little bitch off first—"

"JUST COME HERE, WILL YOU?!"

Kazuo froze midway, dropping the younger boy—dusting his hands off as he made his way through the puffing servants.

A few gentle taps on your back had you turning towards the sight of blonde highlights, a pair of piercing orbs and hanafuda earrings attached to his ear, flowing along the gentle breeze. Muted blue kimono, and black hakama pants.

“Along with Misola, their son is kind of eccentric and kind of rebellious, a truly rare case for the only and only son to turn out like that. Two years ago, he bought a bottle of dye—applying an infamous colour on his hair and it earned him an earful from the lord and the mistress themselves for trying to make himself look like a foreigner.” Taki snorted, shaking his head in attempts to stifle his amusement. "The servants and his personal samurai literally had to chase him through the woods begging him to change his hair colour back to normal but like the little rebel he is—simply says, no."

Memories of Taki’s words flashed through your misty mind, realisation hitting you like a truck. Is this their so-called rebellious son, Riki?

"Hmmm~ a new face!” tall frame hovering yours, almost gigantic and intimidating yet that crinkled eyes of his never ceases, the way he carries himself seems carefree and rebellious indeed like Taki told you. “Kazuo-san, is this your new girl?"

"Tch, bitch. That's our new apprentice." said Kazuo before suddenly pausing on his tracks to look over at you and the boy. "Oh! Make sure not to weird her out too much with your pranks."

Riki shrugged before turning his attention back at you, leaning forward much to your surprise. "What's your name?"

Your eyebrows twitched into utter confusion as you tried to make out what he had uttered; the syllables he utter were complete alien to you, the consonants hitting you like a hard rock brick, swift and laced with intent you couldn’t comprehend but at some point his voice felt like tea brewing in a boiling pot.

Hasty, he spoke way too fast as if he couldn’t wait to finish his sentence.

You couldn't understand what he said. Those words he uttered were inaudible for you as he repeated it once again, before his features contorted into confusion.

"Hello?" The tall boy waved his hand before you, "Can’t you speak?"

The edges of his face, corners of his form and the soul behind those features reflected against the beaming rays of the golden sun behind you.

"By the way, is there something on your left cheek?" He raises his finger instinctively to his left cheek.

"Riki!"

"Okaa-san, Misola!'' His bright grin brushes against you like a passing breeze, walking over to his family's from afar with joy evident on their face.

A sweet, happy family.

You didn't think much of it, getting back to your work and focusing your thoughts on something else more important; like making wagashi. Though, curiosity had lifting your head to look at them one more time, but a gasp left your lips when you caught him turning his head over his shoulder looking intently at you with a big wide smile before walking off.

Pit, pat, pit pat.

Serenity of the pitter-patter emerges from the golden flame sky, signifying the presence of the light rain—pouring their blessings on top of the lush garden as the dripping beads flowed down the hidden enclosed crimson tsubaki from the farthest side—isolated yet blooming in utter silence on it's own.

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[pieroulette]

「 AS THE RED SUN BLOOMS 」

赤い太陽が咲くように

PART 1 of CHAPTER 1: 炎 (Flame)

"I want to read, I want to write."

2023 | 18+ | SERIES | NISHIMURA RIKI (X READER) × MASTERLIST

GENRE coming-of-age, historical romance, 18th century Japan/Edo period, slow burn romance, drama, angst, graphic violence, family, reader isn't a Japanese in this story.

WARNING FOR (CHAPTER 1) : prostitution (red light district), graphic violence, profanity, self harm.

WC 5k

📖 bold dialogues means characters are speaking in Japanese.

「 2003 MARCH 」

A hand lifted up in a swaying motion, gesturing for a certain someone to come over. "Little girl, it's your turn. Come here."

"Ah, right." a child stood up on her tiny feet.

Scorching sun rays flew over the window, blending its golden hues along the wooden floor, dust particles visibly swaying under the rays as the young girl’s form walks across it, the edges of her shadow breathing life below the floor as she did so.

"So, Lia. Who's your role model and why do you want to be like them?" the teacher asked with a hint of enthusiasm in her voice.

Hesitance evident on the young girl's expression as her eyes darted over to the children before her. The cherry pink curtain flows along the gentle breeze, blowing against everyone's hair.

The young girl, slightly abashed—spoke in a voice like a whisper. "My role model.. is Grandma."

"Oh, that's great. Then would you like to tell us what you admire about your grandma?"

"She is awesome." the girl exclaimed, "She's not perfect but.. that's what I like about her."

"What is her profession then? What did she do when she was young?

"S-she's a.." The girl looked down, "A prostitute." What she said were met with gasps and murmurs, especially from the children themselves still unsure of the fact but had shock splattered on their features.

“L-Lia-”

“But she’s a woman before she was that, and it’s not like she wanted to do it either." The young girl took a deep breath, eyebrows furrowing. "So please do not ignore what she had achieved her entire life just because that was her job back then!”

「 Yoshiwara District - 1803 [ Edo Period ] 」

The sun had returned to its home, darkness crawled back and the lanterns were lit up. The day had just begun, for when other people had gone back to sleep after a long day's work. In this place, however, night was the day for this entertainment district.

Lit up lanterns akin to blazing flames, every alleyway and street was busting with drums, surging screams of the performers of the festival, the flashy attires of the yuujyo around the town swaying their delicate hands to lure in men to their residence, and the still and silent moonlight above the sky being concealed by the passing coal-like clouds.

"Bring me the finest lady you ever had here!" the deep voice of a man in a kimono exclaimed amidst the joyous atmosphere in the main quarters.

A high pitched voice of a woman answers back, clearly delighted by the man's call for attention.

"Ah, milord! Which lady would you like for us to bring you for your prosperous day today? I couldn't be any happier to serve you." red lips and flamboyant jewelries adorned the woman's hair, a smile so bright yet so cunning.

With his chin resting on his palms, a lazy look presented on his scarred feature, his other hand raises an index finger gesturing towards the girl from the farthest corner of the room, standing still and obedient; you.

"That young lady, how much is she worth?"

"Aaah! Our (Name)-" She looks at you elated as ever, gesturing for you to come forward, "She has reached 18 this year, if you want, you could get her for a cheaper price. A special kind of breed we had trained specially for you, milord. Yet, I have to inform you that our dear (Name) is unable to speak our language, dear master."

"Why so? Hasn't she stayed here?"

A smirk blown past the woman's lips after tucking your hair locks behind your ear, revealing your features to the man before you.

"For taming purposes, my lord. A lady of her worth should be able to obey without any difficulties.” the lady suppressed a giggle with an index finger against her red lips, “A yes, a hush with a finger, come here, go there, do this, do that—such simple commands with the help of your finger have no need for her to speak, she must only obey. Likewise, her serving you would be a better way for her to use her mouth in a better use." The woman eventually lets out a dark giggle, brushing her red tinted lips with her dainty finger much to the man's amusement. "Use her as you wish, milord. Should she escape from your hands, no need to break a sweat for no one would help her and she, too, could never utter a word to anyone to understand her."

“She’s perfect to be your one and only doll, milord.” one of your mates came, swaying her hips and hand as she said so.

"Haha, perfect!" the man threw his bag of silver coins on the floor, the zegen visibly elated.

Another day, another daily occurrence for your so-called lavish life. One more step closer to being an oiran, one more step closer to living the richest life, one more step closer to something you seem not to care enough about.

Throwing off your self dignity like a piece of fabric, akin to that laying on the tatami mat. Hair ornaments engraved with priceless gems as it dangled off your hair, red tinted lips smudged over your powdered cheeks after hours of preparation just for another bag of silver coins thrown beside you.

In the Yoshiwara district, the prostitutes found within it would consist of yujo (woman of pleasure); the district’s rank and file prostitutes. Girls and women are scouted all over Japan to yuukaku—people who scout them are called zegen, they’re the ones who will pick you. Scouting is what they called it, yet it was basically human trafficking. But to the women themselves, it was the only way of living.

Kamuro were the little girls aged around ten that served the oirans, they did everyday chores for her and accompanied her. Shinzou were the ones older than kamuro, and they were trainees for yuujyo, however there are four types of shinzou:

Bandou shinzou (番頭新造) were girls that were not too attractive to become a yuujyo, or yuujyo that are too old, they took care of the oiran.

Furisode shinzou (振袖新造) were yuujyo trainees around the age of 15-16. They did not take customers. Furisode shinzou became oiran in the future.

Tomesode shinzou (留袖新造) were the same age of the furisode shinzou, but did not had the future of becoming a high grade yujyo. They took customers.

Lastly, taiko shinzou (太鼓新造) were yuujyo that didn't have many customers, but were very good at entertaining customers with their talents. They were the type that showed their talent at banquets.

Oiran (花魁) is the highest-ranking courtesans who were considered to be above common yuujyo who were regular prostitutes sitting in the harimise of Yoshiwara—sitting behind bars in a shop-window like arrangement. Oiran typically only entertained the upper classes of society, gaining the nickname keisei 'castle toppler' for their perceived ability to steal the hearts and match the wits of upper-class men; they're known for their more refined entertainment skills and training in the traditional arts.

Young girls that would become oiran would be educated from when they were kamuro. The lessons consisted of calligraphy, tea ceremonies, tanka poetry, igo, koto and shamisen. To become an oiran, you’d have to go through all the process to becoming a kamuro, furisode shinzou, and finally an oiran.

Currently, you are a furisode shinzou, in training to become an oiran in the future. Well, at least that’s what they made it seem like to you before.

The golden sun from the painted white sky glowed so much brighter today for no reason, the rays hitting your empty soulless orbs as you looked up to it. Droplets of gentle white powder, almost like fairy dust came instead of wet droplets, signifying the month of winter is about to come soon—completing the whole cycle of one year.

“Cold.” you breathe out, and what followed suit was a huge puff of air.

An oiran should be cultured and educated, as you were taught before but now—your situation is nothing close to what they claimed you to be.

Heck, you don’t even know their language. As far as you remember, it hadn't always been like this before. So what changed?

You sighed, you had your pieces of language clumped together in the back of your mind—still holding strong from the early years of your childhood. Since then, you've concluded that you're no part of this nation. The lingering memories in you only consist of someone, two people giving you away with tears in their eyes.

Probably your parents, yet you don't even care at this point as to what happened. For what he sowed back then was what you reaped now. A pathetic flower that blooms for the sake of men's pleasure, petals of yours only waiting in silence before all of it are scattered away, all for nothing.

Crackles of orange blades rising up the air, glowing particles swaying around along with the oiran's fabric as she straightened her posture. With a tight grip of your kimono, helding up to your shoulder, you look out from the window to the oiran on the street, going on her slow yet graceful journey to the man who had chosen her as his precious wife. The crowd observed her in awe, some with indifference, some with no absolute care.

Your initial memories in the yūkaku district consists of vague memories of your pitiful parents on their knees, begging for the head to take you in—for they can no longer raise you on their own. They’ve sold you for their own benefit, but you’ve thanked them solely for it, for at least you had a comfortable life now.

“Those eyes, I like those eyes. Fine, I’ll take her and raise her to become an oiran.” The zegen hummed, “But from now on, you’re not allowed to see her ever again.”

Of course, you didn’t understand the zegen's words—it was what you remember your parents told you before leaving you onto the zegen’s hands.

An oiran only serves the higher upper class men, and before that, a furisode shinzou are not expected to take customers. So why..?

"What is this, such a beautiful sweet!"

"Right? It looks just like sakura."

"I heard the Nishimura family is starting to grow in fame because of the delicate sweets they made, and the competition to make sweets for the royal family is growing closer. I'm definitely sure they could win!"

High pitched voices from afar, you couldn't understand a thing of the ladies' conversation, making you look like a turtle isolated in your dark shell.

Yet, somehow, the simplicity of this well made sweet in the form of sakura kind of soothes your heart. The pattern has intricate, careful, pushed in curves that resembles a sakura.

One of the kamuro delivered before your quarters, placing it on your table before going off.

You wonder how it tastes, and so you pick the sweet up between the edges of your fingers and place it onto the tip of your tongue. It's bitterness spike your tongue almost immediately as it touched it, making your eye crinkled and your eyebrows furrowed and yet suddenly the sweetness hits you like a waves of the sea washing over your body on the shore—and the sakuras fleeting away from where they once belong, landing on your form instead.

It tastes so sweet. Like the bitterness of the sun setting away from the glory of the sky, only for you to be hit by the epiphany that it will soon rise tomorrow again—akin to the sweetness.

Somehow, somehow, it felt different—you clutched your chest from where your heart let out a tiny rampant of thuds.

Your dark orbs look down to see the folded paper on the wooden platter and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the eccentric look of it. So you leaned forward, picking it and just as you suspected, it wasn’t a paper used for sweets, almost as if it was a paper used for calligraphy.

Words on paper. Your eyes widened instantly at the realisation.

Fear.

You hesitated for a moment, the fear of being caught shook your core as the sliding door was left slightly open. Slightly enough to see what you are about to do before you can hide away.

But you couldn't resist the curiosity as you eventually flipped open the paper and all you saw was calligraphy; a kanji. You knew what it was, yet obviously you don't know what it means and that's what gives you a mild aching in your heart. That's it.

You don't know what it means. Something you've known better at this age. Something you could read if someone had taught you how to, something you could write if you were given the chance to pick up the brush.

Yet, just how far would it take before they could give you the chance?

It has been awhile.

Approaching footsteps immediately alerted you into hiding away the paper inside your kimono, the sliding door flew open revealing one of the furisode shinzou. She motions her finger inwards, gesturing to you for something you know very well what it was before going off.

You hid the folded paper under the tatami mats, biting your lip at the uneasiness of what weight it would put you once they found out what you were doing. Paper, paint brush, books, talking; nothing was allowed in front of you unless customers were present. But even then, it's not like you'd had a minute to do so.

The sliding door slid open, and you lowered your head, submissive and obedient as you always did.

Piercing orbs observing the enclosed window with bars below the ground, his ears submerged in the murmurs and drum-like voices of the crowd around him, yet that one odd sight before him had his mind in the stillness of a ghost-quiet sea.

“Riki-san, it’s time to return. Just what are you still looking up there?” the middle-aged servant sighs as if he can’t wait to go home.

No answer was returned.

This time, the servant approached him and gently tapped his back before smacking his head much to the young boy’s hiss in pain.

“Riki-san, if you are thinking of meeting one then it’s better for you to scrap the idea. You’re still a child.”

“That’s not what I was thinking!” the boy rubbed the spot on his head, “Seriously, stop hitting me like that.”

“The lord has given me permission to do so.” The servant nonchalantly said, before turning to look at the boy with his hand raised up blending with his comical expression. “For training purposes.”

“That’s certified abuse.” Riki muttered, pouting. “But are we going to return here again?”

“For sure, the royal competition would last for 12 months till next winter. Till then, we’ll have to visit the entire nation-”

“The entire nation?! A year?!” Riki gasped. “What are we? A madman? On a mission? I thought this was just a one-time thing! You scammed me!” the boy raised his clenched fist.

“That was the qualifications needed for the competition, milord. Voting papers are to be distributed after tasting the sweets made by all our competitors including us.” says the servant as he organises the leftover sweets, “Plus, you wouldn’t come to help us if we said so.”

What met the servant’s words was a full blown groan, “I can’t believe this!”

“The sun is about to set, save your rage first for the lady has made your favourite food-”

“Wait, really?!” the young boy exclaimed before chasing after the stall, “Wait for me goddamnit! But seriously, a year? Most competitions we had only lasted for a week or a month!”

Sixth day of the week, another wagashi was presented and it was in the form of red sphere, resembling of that a sun in the midst of winter blaze.

You took a bite, and just like that, it was tasty just like you had thought. Just like the previous week, you found the folded paper under the wagashi having another written calligraphy in it—another letter you couldn't understand what it meant even if you tried to.

Days went on, and the anticipated day of the week came, and another one came and so did the piled up strips under your tatami mats.

Just what is written in these papers, and why only you had it?

It was the season of festival, judging by the flowing fabrics outside the town and the joyous voices of the crowd from afar. It has nearly been a month. First month of the year. Four weeks. Four letters. Writings you couldn’t understand. Feeding the curiosity in your heart of what it meant, along with the growing taste of the wagashi on the tip of your tongue.

However, after that, it stopped coming one day. Only the wagashi came, but the paper was empty—it was a normal type of paper typically used for sweets.

Now that you realise, the sweets and the letter were what gave you happiness for a while.

No more sweets to bring delicacy to the sixth day of the week you’ve had been wholeheartedly anticipating for a month.

Until you've been caught by one of the furisode shinzou, you don’t know she found out but you suspected that she must’ve been infiltrating your quarters and found the folded papers under the tatami mat. That was the only thing you can think of. Thinking of it, had you just jumped out from the window and had yourself killed by cracking your head open—came her annoying screams you’ve heard plenty of times since an hour ago, roaring words you couldn’t have understood much adding to her rage.

“Hiding a paper?! Words even?!” She screamed, veins popping out from her neck. “What?! You’re hiding things from us, what now.. Stop pretending! I know you can understand us!”

“Fuck! I couldn’t hurt you no matter how I wanted to! Hit you even, rip your skin even, not a thing I could do to quench my rage because if even an ounce of your skin getting one fucking tiny scratch, you wouldn’t be any use of us anymore! You’re horrendously lucky that the lord had taken an interest in you, or else I would’ve broken your legs apart and ripped your face to shreds, you slut!”

You wish that the zegen had just beaten you alive due to the fact that you were longing for something to keep you alive, something different, something that wasn’t a man’s touch.

She tugged your jaw with her long manicured fingers, adorned with heavy thick gems. “Those eyes of yours, I very much loathe it now. You probably wouldn’t understand what I said, but.. A better punishment would suit you.”

Submerged in the sea of pitch darkness with your hands bounded in tight fitted rope—the zegen had your eyes wrapped in a white cloth, forbidding you from seeing anything. You didn’t understand how this was counted as punishment but didn’t question, heck you couldn’t even question if you wanted to.

Here you are, in the midst of the crumpled quarters—dust particles floating on the air as the windows were smothered with papers and stuff. The only light source hitting the edges of your face was peeking from those window’s hole that weren’t entirely covered. On the other hand, no more wagashi was given for you to eat. Tatami mats were ripped apart in your room, leaving it cold and hard.

You lose track of time, of when was the last time since you were allowed out of your quarters—you assumed that the zegen could’ve done this to dampen any fighting spirit in you. Yet, that wasn't it.

All of the papers were ripped or burned before you, and no more was left, or so that's what they thought—for you still had one piece left.

However those papers that were destroyed before your very eyes brought an immense pang on your heart, you had wish you could've known what was written on that paper, who wrote it, and why they wrote it.

You breathe out a long sigh, throwing your head against the wall—the cold air puffed right into your nose only to fly back on to the air, forming a rather solemn form.

"I want to read." you let out a low voice in the silence of the room—you were never given a chance to talk either, so this was your first. "I want to write."

"I want to know what it means." another sentence, a little broken in this one. "I want to know what is the meaning, what is the meaning of living." glistening drops streamed down from the edge of the blindfold.

"What's the point of living?" you kept muttering to yourself, "I want to go outside."

With nothing but hours of darkness for the entire winter, you began to imagine yourself out in the woods, in the mountains, in the frozen lake where you could spread your arms to receive the fairy dust-like snow.

The bamboos you've often saw on the painting hanging on the end of the hallway, they were muted green akin to the swaying blades on the vast field—but you would like to imagine them on the spectrum of cherry-red instead.

And the winter snow fluttering down from the sky with pure grace and elegance.

You would like to imagine that someone could move with grace akin to the gleaming beauty of the snow and it's gentle motion.

If such person exist, you could watch them all day all night for as long as you can breathe.

A set of claps emitted as soon as the door slid open behind you, enthusiasm laced in the zegen’s voice as she approached you and caressed your hair like a mother would. “What a joyous day, indeed! The lord is here again, asking for your service.”

“Ladies, come inside.”

They put you in a warm bath, wiping off your worn out skin. You realise what it meant again as the silk kimono enveloped your body, dread washed over your body as they did so—pulling your hair up, braiding it and turning it over your head and then sticking multiple golden hair pins around on the back of your head, hair ornaments were then placed on the top of your bangs, and finally a pair of gems hanging down from your ears. The kamuro damped white powder on your face, applying numerous makeover and the final step was lapping your lips on a red tinted paper.

You observed yourself before the yellow tainted mirror, not a hint of anything but a hollow, hollow sinkhole.

“Oiran, you look absolutely beautiful!!” the two young kamuro both exclaimed before you, happiness and sincerity evident in their innocent faces, those that you were sure you didn’t see recently before you were taken into punishment.

New young kamuros' on stewed cherry kimono, floral patterned obis enveloping their small frame, wisterias hanging down to the right side of their head—who will be train and whose lives, status, dignity will be determined by how beautiful, skilled, talented, smart, and how in demanded they are.

The children were the only one innocence left in this place before they soon scattered away just like the remaining lives residing in here.

Oiran? You? What a joke.

Beautiful…? How you came to understand that one word, you don’t even know. Only a vague face appeared before the misty fog surrounding your mind.

The beaming sun hangs under the white hues of the sky, reflecting against your worn out skin despite all the white powder they damped on your cheeks. So you weren’t entirely sure what the kamuro found so beautiful in you. Was it the kimono you wore? Was it the flashy hair ornaments on your hair? Was it the red tinted lips?

You don’t know. You gestured for the two young kamuro to come closer and they happily obliged, their knees parting sideways, actions giddily and adorable. You took their hands on your palms, caressing it in order to show your gratitude to them, running your fingers along their hair and patting it gently.

The brightness on their face never ceases.

“Oiran, I heard that you can’t understand what we say.” The other child kamuro spoke from behind you, raising your eyebrow—you just gave her a small smile.

The kamuro moved her lips in a pouty kind of way, pulled something inside her kimono—and the sight made your breath hitched; a paper and a thin long piece of charcoal.

The child raises a finger to her lips, gesturing to you to stay silent. She drew something on it. She drew, not wrote. The coal on her small fingers drew against the crumpled paper.

A woman with a big bright smile on her face, her form enveloped in cherry red kimono, the scorching crimson sun hanging on the sky. Behind her, was a wooden house with curvy roof and a field of green blades spread across the horizon. On the other side, bamboos were in a bizarre color and it was snowing.

She raised it before you, her teeth showing from her pulled up lips, repeating the one word. “Oiran! Oiran! This is oiran!”

You blinked twice, only to see that drawing truly had the limits of what can a child do—however why did you see such a vivid vision that grew utterly alive in motion?

"Jeez, why is it so hot today? It's freaking snowing outside!" groaning in utter mess, a middle aged man frantically swayed the hand fan in his hand to his face, trying to get off the heat.

"I know right, I've been sweating like hell since a few hours ago!" another man replied.

"Get some ice tea then." a lady in muted purple floral patterned kimono, serves two cups of tea on the table, ice cube swirling inside the liquid.

The red sun rises high above the sky, blending with the bluish hues and golden veins of clouds fleeting away slowly and slowly with no destination to go to. Muted bamboos toppling over the mountains, ghost-quiet lake with its waters burbling against the tiny rocks, branches hanging low parallel to the rocky ground, some cracks open once the wooden old wheels crossed over it and the dusted boots of an old man sang to the core of his heart to appease the sky’s outcry of white blanket consuming the entire town.

You stepped inside the lord’s quarter, where he waited in silence as he drank from his wine bottle—a scene that is all well too familiar.

Oirans, blurry and vague memories emerged from the back of your mind presented you with the fact that three times of meeting are required before they are to form any intimate relation with the lord and even more so, an oiran chose her customers—not the other way around.

The lord rested his cheeks on his palms, gesturing for you to come forward with the sway of his fingers.

"Come here."

You obliged, head lowered to the point your eyes were fixated on the tatami mat. Such thing was necessary for you to do when the zegen wrapped her hand on the back of your neck, pushing your head down the first time you met the lord back then.

A reminder that you have to be obedient and know your place.

"Raise your eyes, sweetheart." The lord lifted your chin with his fingers, and by that gesture alone, you raise your eyes only for you it to fell on something familiar, that one thing placed on the table.

Your eyes widened at the sight of it, the wagashi on the wooden platter in the form of red sphere—the resemblance of the rising sun.

The imaginary space it submerged you in when you tasted it on the tip of your tongue, the seemingly normal paper under the wagashi that turns out to be letters—those that you were unable to understand yet were dying to do so.

The blazing vivid vision you had when you had your eyes submerged in darkness, and the kamuro's drawing that breathe life in it. All of it.. tastes—

Freedom.

"Huh, seems like your eyes had grown somewhat feisty in it? A flame, huh?" He playfully slapped your cheek, as usual.

He tugged down your kimono, but before he could do so, you dug your nails on his knuckles.

You opened your mouth for the first time, submerged within your soul’s outcry for help. "Right.. I want to live. That's why."

"Huh, what?"

A gut wrenching scream echoes around the district, and what met their eyes when they slid the door open was you holding the tip of the hairpin against the man’s neck, who was now caged inside your frail arms.

Set of screams surged through the entire hallway.

“You- You can’t do that! You can’t do that!”

“Fuck! She won’t understand what we’re saying!”

“Say something!”

“Darling, hush.” The lady brushes her fingers, spreading and extending her visibly shaken arms—desperation evident on her contorted features for you to come forward, shaking her head slowly, sweat trickling down her powdered cheek and forehead, “That’s n-not right.. Darling!”

You were a bit amused by the unusual expressions contorted on her features, she couldn’t have expected this, didn’t she?

A foreboding silence ensues, holding a magnificent pressure down everyone’s head.

A courtesan, no, any person who ever dares to lay a hand on any members of the upper-class are bound to have their neck and head snapped into two, and not only the perpetrator itself would receive the punishment—those who stood behind them—whether family or friends—whether they join during the act or were just a mere bystander, or by even not knowing a single thing of it—all are bound to drop in the bucket of crabs, the blades pulling each other down and not a single life would be spared.

"That's what you d-deserved.” you stuttered as your grip on your hairpin tightened to its core, the vague vision of everyone standing before you, contorted expressions holding evident fear of what was about to come. “But you’re so lucky..”

You pushed your arm upwards, launching the blade and scarred your left cheek almost instantly before anyone could stop you. Your body shook in utter hysteria—falling on the tatami mat in a loud thud, screaming in pain. Following suit were high pitched screams in unison after they realised what you did.

“Y-YOUR FACE- WHY DID YOU RUIN YOUR FACE?!”

Trickles of blood sipped out from your left cheek, instantly consuming your hand and arms in full blown red, staining the tatami mats. You shook in immense pain, clutching your left cheek and rattling on the ground before pushing past the gathered crowd and through the lit up hallway.

But it didn't last long as you were unfortunately caught by the zegen's men in the main quarters, throwing your helpless form back into the dungeon.

“She ruined her face! Now what is her use for us if no man will ever lay their eyes on her disgusting wretched face ever again!" the lady, visibly rage—to the point she set your fingers on flame, leaving severe burn marks on them.

She paused after a second of thought, eyes ogling back at you. "Don't tell me that was your real purpose?! You wanted to leave this place, aren't you? Huh?!

“Okay then, run! Run if you will! I'll grant your wishes! However let’s see how far you could survive in this nation with nothing under your belt, you fool! You couldn't even understand me! No man, no one, do you think a mere woman like you could survive on your own?!” the zegen screamed at you, stomping on your sides.

"I wasted all of my efforts on you! At the end of the day, your ashes will return to the shrine where lowly prostitutes like you are thrown into! But it seems like, you won't even have the privilege for that, brat."

This is the price you had to pay for the freedom you've wanted.

Your left cheek burning in immense pain due to the deep cut of the blade, and the blood burning in flames as it seeps out from your right hand—the once delicate skin now distorted into into bare flesh.

You didn't look back, you kept sprinting to the town street looking for the lit up lanterns gleaming towards the wet brick ground. The folded paper now crumpled in your fists, biting your tongue and licking your dried chapped lips, your crimson silk kimono the only layer hugging you from the freezing snowstorm, your intricate hairstyle now in utter mess and the golden hair ornaments had either been scattered through the entire street.

Your knees had given up by this point, as the bare flesh of your disfigured hands fell on the ground.

"H-help me.." your lips hang apart, your slanted wound cheek—blood seeping out from the previously dried ones stung upon doing so and the cold air hitting the tip of your tongue as you try to form out one more word. “Please.”

Ah, so that was it.

Now that the vague face turns clear and bright after the mist in your mind dissipates, you remembered that you used to have someone with you; a young girl who was around your age, just a bit older, a bit more mature. Both of you spoke the same language, yet she was a lot smarter and has even mastered the language this nation spoke. Just like you, she was set to train as an oiran for her future. She was assigned to be your older sister, to train you how to play instruments, how to please men, how to speak their language and so on—and she did.

You were so close to being so good at their language, yet one day—you observed her growing into madness in her quarters, mumbling phrases you haven’t mastered yet, but ones you were sure hold spite in them judging the way her features contorted.

That day was also the day she decided to release you from the brothel, letting you escape on your own, far far away from the city and to the countryside. It was a rule she herself knew she shouldn't have broken. That was also the day, you’ve been caught back and thrown back into the same old familiar quarter. The only difference was she wasn’t there, and the lessons you often receive were never given to you back again. It was as if they had a change of mind.

It was as if they didn’t treat you like a slave anymore.

High above, in the clouds, birds fly so high till they burn their feathers and fly across the blazing rays—signifying the return of the scorching orbs high above the horizon accompanied with the touch of droplets on your burned hands reaching out for help.

"I still want to know.. what those letters mean."

Intangible syllables rattled through your ear drums, melodic hymns bounce off the snow-stained walls—pit pattering scatters amidst the man-made song.

Your blood-stained fingers tried to reach out for the vague song from afar, the silhouette with the rising sun glowing behind it.

A food stall strolled over at a steady pace across the street as the white blanket of snow covered the entire area.

“Huh.. am I seeing this right?..” the person rubbed their hands filled with calluses on their eyes—slowly narrowing to the spot of where you are, "There's a person over there!"

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[rinbowaman]

A Tale of Yuan

Mermaids Tale AU Storyline

Part 1

Authors note:

So this is a small series that I wrote and am dedicating to fellow content creator @talesofyuan

Her work has truly inspired me, and one of her stories, in fact, has deeply moved me and I was truly inspired by her creativity. This was originally supposed to feature a male lead that is her bias, but I changed it up last minute.

And if you guys haven't or aren't familiar with Mermaids Tale, this story takes place in the same universe and storyline, just a different male lead. So if you haven't caught up with the recent chapter of MT, i would suggest reading that first otherwise this might confuse you. There is just a tad bit of spoiler as there will be a very quick appearance of two MT characters, regardless that MT is not at all finished just yet, but will be after i complete SE7EN. Enjoy.

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so just like the other series ive drafted, to include MT, there is going to be a wave of unhealthy obsession, possessiveness, aggressive and sexual tension, imbalance of power in a relationship, possibly smut in the future parts, still working on that part, but if there is, it's going to be only suggestive, non descriptive, non-con turned (slightly) con smut. Male lead will be violent, sadistic.....veeeery intimidating in the near future. so be forwarned, theres going to be some twisted and dark stuff ahead....But so far for part 1, since it's the beginning, there's not a whole lot of warnings in this one.

MERMAIDS TALE <- Click, recommend you read first.

“Hey man, how are you? It’s been a while.”

With a wide-eyed stare, and a tight lip, the young man responds as the glare in his eye took on a shrink in his iris.

“…………I’ve been good…how have you been?”

“O-oh…okay. I've been good. I heard you got married? Congrats.”

“Ahh…yeah…yeah I did…. We’re both very happy.”

“Oh…that’s so good. I have a steady girlfriend right now….maybe if things go well, after college I’ll get married. Hey! Maybe one of these days we can do a double date, and introduce my girlfriend to your wife? They might become friends.”

“Yeah……maybe…..we’ll see….anyhow, take care.”

Grinning, a glint of malice in his expression grows, bidding the former acquaintance goodbye, the young man continues to make his way back home….twirling a chain around his finger that contained only a single key.

…………………………………..

10 months ago…..

“Kei!”

Turning around, the tall young man watches as one of his female peers, Sooha, calls out to him.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to give you these….”

Taking the box, the young man smiled softly in receiving a small gift of chocolates from the young woman.

“Well thanks.”

Blushing at the sight of his handsome and youthful face, his fierce eyes, and those fiery, dark beaded eyes, her breath hitches at the smell and sight of him, especially being so close as she watches him receiving her gift.

“I was wondering….if you wanted to go see the new Little Mermaid movie with me? Maybe after I graduate next week?”

He smiles and grows slightly wide eyed, “The Little Mermaid? I’m not sure if I’ll be into that movie…I’m kind of more into the adult stuff. Action adventure or thrillers.”

“Oh….”

Taking note of her tone, it reflected a hint of disappointment. Even though Kei was a man considered to be honest and forthright, he was somewhat of a softy, especially when it came to women. He just couldn’t bring himself to make them upset or see them cry.

“Okay fine let’s go watch the movie together. You wanna go next weekend?”

Eyes lighting up, her happiness was restored as she commenced tiny claps and smiled brightly.

“Yes! I’m so excited!”

He bids her goodbye after confirming the details of the date. How lucky of her to be going out with Kei, the dashing and handsome young college student, who frequented the school grounds at her high school.

Kei was good looking and mature, yet the one thing that stood out most about him was his natural born leadership skills. He had a soft face and bubbly personality, yet he was fierce and protective of those he cared about, and he led life by example, always standing up for what was morally ethical.

A prime example of his leading nature was the entire reason why he was always seen at the high school, he led and assisted in coaching for the school's rugby team. The man was fit, built with lean muscle and had a staggering height.

With a heart of steel, he was admired and respected, even by the elder students and the staff members of the school.

The weekend came around, and just as he promised, he attended the movies with Sooha. The adorable pair refreshed themselves with confectionaries and soft drinks, fully focused on enjoying the movie now that they graduated school.

In all honesty, much to his surprise, the movie wasn’t half bad. The actors and actresses did a phenomenal job, the CG effects were outstanding, and the music was quite good. It was all in all, a well-done flick.

“I love mermaids! I wish I was one.” Sooha exclaims as the duo made their way back home.

“You want to be half fish?” Kei teases. Laughing as the girl slaps his arm playfully.

Walking up to her front door, she thanks him for walking her home.

The biting of her lower lip indicated for him to make the first move, and so he did. Not shy at all, he smirks a soft smile and leans into her. Reaching up, he sets aside some pieces of her hair, exposing her ear, in which he gently whispers before placing a soft and tender kiss on her lips.

“I had a good time…”

Just a small kiss, nothing too exaggerated since they were outside of her home, yet the girl felt herself rushing with the heat of passion as he stood and peeled his head back, looking at her as he smirked softly. His smooth face reflected a more mature tone to his youthful countenance.

Watching her blush, he thought she looked so adorable the way she hid her face beneath her hand as she giggled.

“Well…I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” his tone was soft and teasing as he continued to smile while raising his brows slightly, peering his head around to make direct eye contact with her as she hid her face away.

Keiwas very big on eye contact, to him, it was not only a sign of high respect but also a way for him to take in the details of someone’s features, particularly the girls who were constantly going for him.

Laughing with her, he pulls her in gently, trapping her into a tight hug against his mighty frame, all the while he kisses the top of her head, and waves goodbye.

On his walk back home, he took a shortcut through the city’s main outlet strip.

Lined with a myriad of boutiques and small shops, the pleasant and clean view of the path was clear of any vehicles or bustling traffic; it was peaceful and lacked anything that would cause a disruption to its tranquility. Passing by one boutique after another, he noticed a particular shop, one with large, paned windows, displayed a miraculous art piece. It was a painting of a mermaid.

“Huh…how interesting.” He chuckles to himself. With Sooha in mind and her love for mermaids, he decides to make a quick visit inside to inquire of the displayed piece.

Upon walking in, he noticed how the boutique was stark empty in regards to staff members, it appeared that no one was in, yet the door was open and the sign indicated that they were still in business.

There were no immediate sightings of clerks or commissioners to offer their greetings, just an empty wide-open floor concept of a large space, with a decorated chandelier at the center that hung above a round seating lounge. The space was elegant but also crafty, as the walls were paneled and flared a vintage, antique design, yet some of the decorations were traditionally modern. It was both fancy and cozy. There were floral plants that decorated the area along with stands that displayed more pieces of art, stationed sporadically in every corner.

As he merges closer towards the center of the shop, he hears an instrument playing towards the back. Intrigued by the unique sound of the mellow tune, he initially couldn’t pinpoint the type of instrument that was playing, until he reached the back door that was left cracked open, it was that moment he realized…

‘A harp…?’

Gently pushing the cracked, open door wider, he hears the music playing through an old record machine that continued to elude the sounds of the sea.

Next to the machine, was a young woman, he couldn’t see her face as she was seated with her back side facing him, he could tell just by her frame that she was not much younger than him, more than likely she had to have been Sooha's age.

She was seated in front of a creative space, the entire room was filled with assorted paint accessories, and antiques. Peeking over her shoulder from where he stood, he could see that she was engrossed in calligraphy, as she applied fine strokes on old rice paper, writing out the various and assorted Chinese characters. The windows in front of her faced the back side of the outlet, which featured a decent and upper view of the recreational park next to the shop. The park was lavished with the beauty of nature as he could see through the tall windows that it was adorned with trees, fountains, and common wildlife.

Without startling her, he gently knocks on the door panel that remained wide open, propped up against the wall.

"Yes?" the young woman turns her face to view the young man behind.

"Sorry....didn't mean to interrupt....are you the owner of this store?"

Shaking her head just slightly as she subtly tucks her lips in, she remained seated with crossed arms as she shifts her eyesight around, giving them a break from the imminent focus that they rendered to the translucent white paper that contained her brush strokes.

"No, my parents are the owners. I just help out. Can I help you with something?"

Her voice was soothing and tender, and it tingled like the ringing of bells or wind chimes.

"Just.....wanted to see if you could help me out....was curious about a painting out in front."

"Oh, yeah sure. I can help you with that."

She stretches in her seat, preparing to stand and assist with the male customer.

"You like to listen to musical instruments?" He asks.

"Yeah....it's calming."

"Her voice....it's so.....calming......and her eyes...."

"Ah....yeah. What is your name by the way?" he inquires subtly.

With a faint smirk, she looks down on the ground as she issues her warming response. "Yuan..."

Touched and enamored by her appeal, he chuckles at the stunning girl speaking out her name in a shy manner.

"Thats a nice name..." he smiles. "I"m Kei."

Nodding her head faintly she maintains politeness out of the courtesy of the potential customer. "Nice to meet you."

'...........you too.........'

“You’re not from around here, are you?” His voice grew a tinge deeper in tone as he inquires more about the pretty store owner's daughter.

“What makes you ask?”

“Just….your face…you look unique and somewhat foreign.”

She chuckles at his awkward sense of flattery. 

“Well, I’m usually a very private person but if you’re asking if I currently live here, then yes, I do.”

Leaning against the door frame, he crosses his arms as he shifts his hips against the wooden panel, tilting his head back, his beaded eyes continued to study at her and relishing to the sound of her delicate voice, though she took a vague notice as she prepared to lead him out to the front.

“So…you paint all of these works yourself? He inquires after noticing the amount of paint supplies scattered around the open shelving units.

“Not all….just some. I mainly like to write and doodle.”

“Oh yeah? Are you writing a book or something?” 

She chuckles softly. “A children’s book, yes.” 

“Neat.” He flirts a toothy grin as he admiringly stares at her, studying every detailed trait that was in plain view. 

“Which painting were you wanting to look at?” She asks, raising her brows out of sincere curiosity.

“Um….yeah…the one out in the front... of the mermaid…” 

“Oh yeah, that’s one of my favorites.” Getting up, she walks over in his direction as he shifts over and allows her to exit, brushing right past him in the process. 

Inhaling her scent as she closed the distance, he  was surprised at how unique her scent was. It smelled of the sea, yet there was a tinge of wild orchid and a sweet citrus dew that accompanied it, it was pleasantly soft and subtly sweet, not at all overpowering like most of the fragrances he’s used to smelling from the girls from his college, or the seniors at the high school he volunteered at. 

Leading him back into the entry foyer of the boutique, she examines the painting; taking the tag, she displays it for him to see as it rests in her palm. 

“I can give you a discount if you decide you want it.” She issues. 

“No it’s fine, I have no problem with the price as is.” 

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Ringing him up, she delicately wraps the painting with a protective cover. All the while she had dedicated her focus onto the adorning piece, Kei caught himself meticulously studying her once more, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. His eyes gradually loses luster as the matte black coloration stains over his iris, crating a zoned gaze with enhanced depth. Had she noticed, she would have found that the look he had in his eye was nearly....

The moment she spoke out as she raised her head to look him in the eyes, he shifts back into a pleasant facade while receiving the painting. 

‘Odd…his eyes just now…they had looked a bit…..different….maybe it’s the lighting.’ 

"Thank you. Have a nice day." She softly issues as she hands him the canvas.

"Yeah......you too.....do you often help your parents out with the store?"

Nodding she gives her non-verbal response as she shifts her eyes back up to make eye contact with him.

'....her eyes.....her hair....her scent....her voice....'

"Well....that's really dutiful of you as a daughter." he scoffs out with a smirk and a teasing chuckle. Tilting his head, he shifts his eyes to view the ground beneath his feet before looking back up with a subtly but shy grin, faintly biting down his lip.

She chuckles back, semi nervously as she wasn't quite used to random strangers, regardless if they were of similar age, coming in and issue her flattering remarks.

"I do what I can..." she merely states.

"...Yeah.....well then. Take care." with the last bit, he leaves.

..............................

As days passed, Kei started out by visiting the store in moderation, all to see the lovely and delicate features of the store owners daughter. Normally he expressed that he was in passing, stating that the path he took was on his way to his college, and that he passes by the store every day. He wasn't lying at all, but of course, he never once did pop in until just recently....only after meeting with her.

"Hey there, Ying-Yang-Yuan. Whatchya doing?"

He would speak in high familiarity, even after just only meeting her days prior. Yet the way the warm tone of his voice and his soft handsome smile greeted her, it made her feel less anxious as she merely just thought he was being friendly.

Keeping to herself, she only interacted with him from a distance, occasionally chit chatting with him in the store while she committed to her tasks and responsibilities in the shop. He was kind and thoughtful, yet she felt overwhelmed by the sense of kindness and immense urge to always helping her...

.............................

"Let me get that for you. "

"I can help."

"I know you've got it but let me, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

............................

While she didn't see the harm of him visiting the store to see her, there was a line that she knew to never cross, with any man, all due to a deep secret that she and her mother held away from the world.

It permanently was stationed in her mind as the words of her mother's tone echoed in her brain.....

"Yuan...you must never.....never tell anyone of our ancestry.....and if you ever meet a man.....who you're able to feel upon touch.....RUN."

The distant memory of when she was in the years of her early childhood, when she received an explanation of her strange abnormality, which was stained over by a false diagnosis, yet her mother eventually told her the truth...acknowledging that the false diagnosis was for her protection. It was on one of her birthdays, when her family and a small group of friends went to go celebrate at a nearby beach, that she found out the truth...

Taking a stroll and skipping through the sand, her bare feet hits the water, when something occurred that shocked her to a drastic fall as she became coated with saltwater and sand....

the sand.....

".....I can......feel........my God.....I can feel....the sand.....the rocks...the water....the temperature......."

Thus started the truthful conversation that her mother revealed...which in all honesty, she still had a hard time believing...yet nothing else made sense as to how she could not gain the sense of physical touch or feeling, unless she was in the saltwater. But then as she grew older, there were other factors that was left unexplainable.

....................

"My...what a very pretty girl."

"So alluring..."

"I can't stop staring...."

"Why do these men act like they're hypnotized everytime she's humming to a song??"

.....................

As she grew, her appearance earned the prolonged stares of the public, especially men. Her voice, which she refrained from humming out in the privacy of her own seclusion, would bring men to their knees, crawling and begging for more. She had an effect....she and her mother, and it was evident yet everyone assumed that the mother and daughter pair were just truly blessed with great genetics.

But she knew, deep down, by the look in the eyes of these men that stared, that they were feeling something....and while she never tested it she knew that had she issued out any command....any demand for their affection, loyalty, and love, they would have given it. They would have given it while abandoning their homes, their wives, and their children. Fortunately, she was so far from the likes of her early ancestors, that her temperament was far from sadistic and cruel, yet she did find comfort in solace and being away from the world and it's shenanigans. She embraced her freedom to be independent and free to roam wherever she decides to go. It was something she truly treasured, especially upon receiving the guiding aspect of her future from her mother once more...

"Someday.....should you ever follow my path.....you'll need to cut ties with the world and travel to the Adriatic sea, the birthplace of our ancestors....there.....is where you will go.....to disappear like the rest of us....into the sea."

She knew her mother meant well, however, a life aimlessly roaming in the ocean didn't sound appealing to her one bit. Fortunately, she wouldn't have to worry about following that path.....as long as she never falls in love and marries. That was the key. For each descendant who displayed the curse of their bloodline, they are left with a choice.....either live an eternal life of lies and hidden identities......or marry and love a man.....and disappear without a trace so as to not be found out.

And then there was of course....

"If you ever run into an Adam.....you must run....hide....escape....never let him catch you......"

She was briefly explained on the history between Adams and Sirens, yet she never thought too in depth of it. Her mother, on the other hand, always eluded a fearful expression whenever she spoke of an Adam descendent.

Yet as time went by, Yuan never found herself at risk, she kept to herself, hardly interacted with people, especially men, and generally was keeping herself busy with aiding her parents in the store, conducting school, and perfecting her crafts in regards to literature and art.

But one day....

Reaching up for the blank canvases on the top shelf, she extends her grip and was able to grab the tail end of the one that laid on the bottom. Pulling it slightly, the items that were loosely tucked away on the shelving unit, which was all out of her sight, began to crumble as the items were drawn to a falling state.

A large box, shifts and begins to tilt. Had it fallen completely, the heavy contents within it would have produced severe trauma to her head, however, it never fell out of the shelving unit, even though she braced herself for impact.

...................

Shocked at the sudden view of a hand plastered onto the front of the large box, with a strong arm fully extended, highlighting the muscle definition of his frame, she slightly turns her head to see his face next to hers. He was close......very close. Shifting his face from frontal view, right over to meet with hers, all the while keeping the box steady with his hand, he displayed abnormal strength as he softly asks her....

"Are you okay?"

"...uhh...yeah...thanks..."

"Good..."

Shifting his face back to the box, he takes a step closer towards the shelving unit, pushing the box back in place. While doing so, he places a hand on the lower end of her back.

At that very moment, her world collapsed and flipped upside down.....

"....his hand......."

She could feel him....she could feel the touch of his hand......

"Yuan...you must never.....never tell anyone of our ancestry.....and if you ever meet a man.....who you're able to feel upon touch.....RUN."

........

Looking back up at him, her eyes widened with the shocking look of fear that was developing in her eyes, she slightly gasped out her breathes as her mouth faintly opens. Looking back down at her, he smirks slightly...it was sly.....it was devilish.....

With a calm tone, he asks her, "You okay?"

"....y-yeah....fine...."

"Hmm....good." he scoffs out as he firmly pushes the box back into place, his hand still resting on her lower back.

Shifting away rather suddenly, her heart was beating faster than it ever had.

".....i....i felt his hand......does....does that mean?....."

Towering above her, he looks down and tilts his head with slight amusement.

"Something the matter?....Ying-Yang-Yuan?" he smirks a dashing smile, while admitting a slow and deep chuckle.

"Um...yeah....everything is good i was just....i was scared for a second that the box was going to fall on my head. that's all."

"Mmm...yeah....you should be more careful."

Looking over in her direction, he smiles softly as he leans in. Regardless of his soft nature, it didn't deter away from a sense...an aura....a persona that he was eluding...it was quite different from when she had first met him, though he seemed to be unaware that he was drafting it off at all.

"You still look shaken up. Maybe you should take a break, if you need help, I can help out." he offers.

Leaning in, noticing her flustered expression, her eyes staring at the ground as she questions what she should do at that very moment. She can't run away, she couldn't possibly think about leaving her parents behind....if she told her mother, how would she react if she mentioned that she came across a young man, whose touch is felt even without being present in the saltwater....how would her mother react if she told her that she may have possibly come across an....

"Adam...."

He develops a peculiar look as he notices how overwhelmed she appeared to be. It slightly concerned him, yet he figured that she was genuinely scared from nearly gaining a concussion.

Leaning in without saying a word, he slightly bends inward with his chest caving in towards her, she slightly gasps at his sudden notion.

"wh...what are you-"

Reaching a hand, he takes a piece of her hair that laid against her cheek, shifting it aside, he tucks it behind her ear, while slowly, without even touching her, pinning her backside against the shelving units as she took her steps back while he kept leaning and stepping forward.

".......you gotta be more careful....hmm?" he softly speaks, his breath grazing over her forehead.

"......uh...mmhmm...yeah.."

chuckling, he pulls back and smiles as he picks up the fallen items off the floor. Removing his jacket, he picks up the heavier items off the ground and lifts them above as he secures them to the shelves.

"i-its okay...i got it." she softly states, hoping that he would be on his way.

He suddenly shoots his head up, "I know you do....but it's good to receive some help, yeah?" he smiles as he picks up the bulk of items and, all thanks to his height, was able to easily reach up and place them neatly back on the top shelf.

............................

"Well.....i'll catch you later then." he softly exclaims after spending quite a bit of time in the shop, regardless that she wasn't speaking to him a whole lot. Still, it didn't seem like he minded.

Taking his leave, he heads back home.

He couldn't pin it down, but he felt some type of way being around her. He couldn't get enough, she was on his mind nearly every second of the day. Taking every opportunity he could to visit her at the store, he couldn't help but always smile whenever he knew he was about to see her. He couldn't piece it together, but there was something about her that gave him a feeling of peaked joy....a rush of happiness.

Instantly, from the moment he met her...saw her...heard her....and smelled her.....it was as if he.....

"Kei!"

Turning around, he sees Sooha running after him.

"Oh....hey..."

"Hey....I haven't seen you around lately, how you been?"

He slightly nods his head as his smile fades and his sight shifts to the ground. Almost as if he looked disappointed.

"Been good....."

"oh...." The young girl notes his lack of enthusiasm. She hadn't seen him since their date in seeing the movie, yet she didnt know why.

"Um....i was thinking...if you're free this weekend...did you want to go see another movie?"

Sighing out slightly, he looks up at her with a slight smile. Noticing that her hair was plastered to her face from running after him, he reaches up and moves a piece of the hair away from her face.

"....I think.....I'm going to have to take a rain check....I've got a lot going on at the moment....."

"Oh.....okay then...." the look of sadness and disappointment takes over her elated expression.

"Take it easy, alright?" he softly claims as he turns back and makes his way back home, leaving the girl feeling empty without reason or explanation. His demeanor had changed. He was still kind and soft, yet there was a nature within him that was developing to something more deep.

Walking the path, the smile on his face once again reappears at the thought of her....the pretty girl named Yuan.

Not able to contain his smile, he starts to chuckle lowly as he bears teeth with his grin.

Upon breaching the intersection of the crosswalk, he spots someone...a familiar face.

Noticing Kei, the longtime friend nods over to his direction, slowly migrating his way over while holding the hand of a young woman, it was a strong hold and rather firm, yet he displayed himself ever so lovingly as he gently tags her along behind him.

"Kei, its been a while. How are things?" Heeseung speaks with a very faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Been good. You?" Kei issues as he slightly glances and takes notice of the woman standing behind his friend. She was quiet, and looked to be rather timid as she kept her gaze on the ground. Her face was expressionless, despite being dressed nicely. She was pretty....very pretty, one of the prettiest girls Kei's ever seen....very much like.....

"Yuan....."

Being reminded of the store owner's daughter at the sight of the young woman that was with Heeseung, Kei looks back and smirks a soft smile to the man of equal height.

"I've been good. I heard you no longer are in the force."

"Thats right. I moved on to bigger and better things, to have more time off."

"Gotcha."

Taking another notice of the woman who remained still and emotionless, Kei nudges his chin towards her direction as he sends his inquiry to Heeseung.

"You got a new girlfriend?"

Heeseung develops a wide eye'd expression, with a slight smirk of amusement with a hint of malice in its form.

"....Wife actually..."

"Oh you got married? Congratulations. I didnt hear."

"yeah...its recent."

Pulling the woman around to his front, he leads her by the strong grip he had and cradles her form by wrapping his arms around her waist, and resting his chin on her shoulder. A soft and joyful smile appears on his mouth as he nuzzles his face against her ear and whispers....

"Say hi.....baby girl."

"........Hello...."

Crossing his arms with a raised brow, a slight look of confusion with a smirk accompanying it forms on Kei's face. Chuckling, he returns the greeting.

"Hi. I"m Kei.....and you aaaaare?" he raises a brow as he tilts his face.

"her name is h/n....she's a bit shy. Dont mind it."

Kei nods his head as he shifts his gaze on the ground.

"Well then man, lets catch up sometime. It's been too long."

"Yeah. Sure." Heeseung merely responds as he nods his farewell and takes the woman, H/n, and leaves.

"Huh.....interesting." Key remarks. Yet it was strange, despite the sense of the young woman being closed in and shutting out, he couldn't get passed the similar aura of her appeal that was so much like Yuan's. He knew they couldn't have been related, yet there was something about these two particular women that exhibited such alluring and dazzling features in their gaze, and their smile. Maybe they were of the same ethnic background?

Looking back as he watches the pair leaving, another smirk forms as he slightly shakes his head to shift the front pieces of his hair away from his eyes.

Walking back, his mind drifts off to his own tale.....

"Wonder what she's doing right now.....my girl...."

Authors Note: and yes, that picture of the arm is indeed Kei's arm. Man is a beast i swear. Part 2 will be coming probably next weekend. If you guys like &team and Kei, then check back every weekend.

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[pieroulette]

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[rinbowaman]

hey moot game ! (saw this in a diff acct)

1. moot with the best asks

2. moot who you are the closest with

3. moot who you have known the longest

4. moot who has the prettiest themes

5. moot with your fav works

6. moot who gives the best reactions

p.s. you can pick one or two people if you want :)

okay here we go!

1.) hmmmm........@lisaaannna she asks alot of heethan scenario questions in pm's and they're sooooo enlightening and i love answering and discussing them with her. she has asked some of the best questions in regards to heethan and readen.

2.) @nikstrange and @iamliacamila and @lisaaannna

3.) I think it's the same as above, also @jaehaki, they have been with me since the very first chapter of MGR and like...day 1 when i created this account.

4.) @silcry bc i call them Silky and i really like that nickname (although i'm not sure what they think about the pet name i gave them)

5.) ooooh lawt! @talesofyuan, yall need to read her fics. the creativity is just.....🤌🏻 *muuuuuah!* also, just read some fics/content from these creators, @asahicore , @heesdreamer @hee-pster and ofc @angelsunoo. they all have really good fics or content that i enjoyed immensely. I also like Hamstar but i see their account is no longer active :( they had that one fic, "road trip" which was super good and "Unholy Ties."

6.) @nikstrange @stvrryhee ; @vampiregirl215 @iamliacamila and @en-thralled