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writing-havoc · 2 years

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im so glad u take request for inej! i had two scenarios in mind choose whatever you wish with the dialogues u see fit. truthfully i love your writing so i want u to not restrict yourself to my ideas and just write what flows in your mind 🥰

enemies to lovers/friends with the prompts ❝there are some things worse than death. would you like to see them?❞ and ❝i’ve seen what ‘bad’ looks like. you’re one of the good ones, trust me.❞

a scenario where inej and reader are doing a mission together ❝i got blood on my dress. i really like that dress.❞ and ❝i killed him but, now there’s a mess. ❞

Promise

♡ Summary: You find a way to be there for Inej after a job goes sideways

♡ Pairing: Inej Ghafa x reader

♡ Fandom: Six of Crows, Grishaverse

♡ Warning: Blood, Death, says the word cock once

♡ WC: 2.7k

Hi hi hi! Sorry this took a while. I had to go back and reread some of Inej's chapters to get a better feel for her character.

This turned out to be less so enemies to friends and more so annoyances to friends? I hope that's okay! I went along the lines of the first prompt you gave me <3

Please excuse and spelling or grammar errors.

Hope you like it <3

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The sudden whistling of a Ravkan tune nearly sent Inej's soul hurtling into the arms of her saints. The pitch was nowhere near close to the actual song, the notes either too high or ridiculoudly low. She's surprised she even recognized it against the chaos.

"We're supposed to be watching silently," she hissed, eyes flickering to your figure, "not alerting them to our very position."

"Yeah but it's too quiet up here." You sigh, voice low compared to your brash tune. "Gives me the creeps."

She gritted her teeth. 'The creeps' her ass. That's the entire point. You have to watch and gather information and you can't do that if you're being loud and telling them they're being spied on. Being quiet is Inejs skill, and if that gives you the creeps then you ought to just leave now.

She tells you just as much, to which you respond with. "I'd rather not deal with Kaz" before whistling the tune again, only this time significantly quieter but just that much more inaccurate.

Inej reflects on her life to try and pinpoint the exact moment that she was sent barreling in this direction, doomed to die of annoyance by your bored hand. Every choice effects how you will lead your life, there must have been at least one that landed her here.

Maybe it's a test sent by her saints. If she can just tolerate you for a little longer without sewing your mouth physically shut, then that's a win on her part, a reassurance that she has a chance of taking her place among them by the time her death rolls around.

She begins counting, but it doesn't help as it only makes her more aware that the tune you're now humming is incredibly off beat.

The target she was searching for made himself known, skittering by the windows in almost a rush. He wasn't frantic, no, just a little jittery. He was probably high, now that she watches him wipe at his nose aggressively and click his jaw around. Makes this all the more easier.

"Be quiet. Do we need to go over the plan again?" She asks, well aware of how she sounds. But you just always seem to get under her skin.

You rolled your eyes. "No. I remember." The knife at your hip makes a dull and satisfying scrape sound as you take it out of his sheath. "I take the window you take the emergency roof exit."

"No, I take the window, you take the roof."

"That's what I said." Before she can say anything, you push off the edge of the roof with a force she would like to think is humanely impossible, and you send yourself to the roof. She hears only a singular pebble become displaced before your advancing in a low run to the door.

Why do you have to be like that?

Inej doesn't have a problem with you as a whole, per se. You just always somehow find a way to say exactly what she needs to hear to make her body start boiling. Getting the plan wrong is a serious threat to her safety and yours.

She knows you're joking. You would have asked for further clarification if you were really confused. You're no idiot. But still, why?

Settling herself just to the left of the window, she peeks around and starts cataloging.

The target is behind his desk, lanterns lit in pretty much every corner of the room that it's a wonder there's any shadows at all. The door to the hallway is wife open, and a bathroom directly across from where Inej is sitting is cracked faintly.

Her fingers feel along the bottom of the window. They're unlocked.

Stupid man.

She waits, listening harder than she probably ever has before, for the telling sound of a door opening. Faintly, she hears something unlock, and then rusty gears grind open for no more than a moment before they're shutting again.

The man behind the desk doesn't notice anything amiss, even though the emergency hatch had to have echoed inside the house, and just keeps pacing. He looks a little thin. His cheeks were beginning to sink in and his eyes had very dark bags underneath them. If he opened his mouth his teeth were probably one good tug away from coming out.

Inej waits three, four, five seconds, and then thrusts the window open. At that exact moment you bound in the room soundless, closing the door behind you.

The man is startled shirtless, a scream nearly escaping his throat until she runs up and clamps a hand over her mouth, dagger poking his throat.

"Not a sound." She hisses.

You draw the curtains to the windows, turning down a few of the lanterns to avoid shadows. A few of the windows have drop down blinds that you quickly make use of.

"Do you understand me?"

The man nods, very shaky.

She slowly removes her hand, but keeps the point of the knife directly touching his neck, right over his pulse point. His hands are out to his sides, his boney fingers decorated in rings fit over his knuckles but don't hold to the meat of them

"Wh-whatever you want. Take it. It's all yours. I-I won't tell a soul if you please just let me-" he whimpers as you come up behind him, your own knife dancing along his waist. His suit jacket is tailored for what his body once was, and his button down is puffy at the seam of his pants.

"Oh, we'll take. Don't you worry. But we want some answers as well."

His eyes widened at that, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed his own saliva. "Answers?"

"Your slaves." Inej growled. "Where do you keep them?"

That got him squirming. You moved out of the way, Inej walking forward forcing him into his own office chair. Every breath he exhaled felt like it clung to her skin, creating a layer of filth she'll never wash off. You stroll around the room, sifting through various documents and trinkets.

Kaz has you looking for something while Inej is here for matters a little more personal, but no less important to Kaz. She's thankful that he's as understanding as he is about this.

The man doesn't talk, just breathes heavily with a sort of fearful resignation behind his eyes. She grits her teeth, then pushes her knee into the meat of the man's inner thigh, next to his grossly hard cock. She refuses to touch it, and drives the point of her knee deeper and deeper until he squirms and yells with pain.

She reaches up, holding the man's shoulder down with one hand, driving her thumb into the space above his collarbone and between his shoulder and neck. He winces further, and yelps when her dagger makes a shallow cut across his cheek.

"There are some things worse than death." Her voice is deep and thick with anger. She releases her hold on his neck as she places the dagger back to his artery, and takes out another and holds it just barely against his pants. "Would you like to see them?"

Tears escape his eyes as he begins to cry. "Please. Please! I dont want to die!"

"And these girls and boys don't want to be sold to whoever has the most kruge." She pits just a fraction more pressure on his pants. And he grits his teeth, hands gripping the arms of his chair. "Where, are you keeping them?"

At that moment you find what you're looking for, making a small noise of triumph as you take something made of metal and something made of paper and stow them away.

You walk up to her, and whisper in just barely above the sound of a bees wing flap and say, "Might want to get the answer a little faster. I dont know for how much longer his guests will stay passed out."

When you pull away, there's a cheeky grin on your lips. She gives one back, keeping up the act.

As annoying as you can be, Inej trusts you and your judgement. If you say hurry up, then she ought to do just that.

"Times running out. Tell me the location, or several of your extremities will be taken with me as a prize."

As she says the words she's not sure if they're an empty threat or not.

It's a little scary how his eyes begin to widen, taking on a bit of a mad look. Something in him shifts entirely, and he begins talking with a conviction she hasn't seen in a long time.

"I do as Ghezen wills it, it is within my right under his hand that I satisfy him in whatever way possible. These people are lucky to be serving him, and I will not take away that gift from them!"

He reaches up, grabbing her arm. She goes to push against his neck harder, but not puncture. But, he follows the momentum, and drives the dagger right into his neck.

Shock takes over, as he sinks it just a bit further, and then rips it out. Blood shoots from his neck, spraying her clothes and making crimson freckles across your face.

Chaos ensues, several pairs of footsteps bounding up the hallway and banging on the door. The man grabs at his throat, tearing the hole wider till it pours out of his body in waves.

"Inej, we have to go." You tug at her, helping her as she stumbles for merely a moment before she kicks herself into gear.

She sprint out of the window, feeling as you tail behind her. The sound of wood breaking apart and spraying across the floor resonates in her ears, horrified gasps and shouting following after.

By the time she truly comes to and processes what happened, shes back at Slat, your eyes never leaving her until she drops out of eyesight.

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Death is a funny thing. Not actually, but it can become funny when you take into account how people did it.

She recalls stories of how people were killed whilst on the toilet, shit still in the bowl. That's kind of funny. There was this one about a merchant who slipped on the peel of a fruit and cracked his skull open. That's comical, and was something she's sure she's seen in children's stories without the death part. And there's another one about a man who was convinced he could swallow an entire live mouse, and choked on it as it tried to claw its way up his throat. That one's not as funny, but it does give her a disbelieving grin everytime it pops up.

This? Was not funny.

Inej has killed before, obviously, and everytime she does she gets that little voice in the back of her mind that tells her she's never going to take her place with her saints. That she'll never make her penance in time before it's time for her saints to make final judgement on her soul.

The little voice, of course, is always pushed down and away. It has placed its fear rightfully, and that knowledge becomes dangerous if dwelled on for too long.

Tonight? It was louder than ever.

She was used. She was seen as a weapon and used as one, a slaver using the blade in her own hand- no, using the hand that held her blade to slit his own throat.

The smell of blood is still caked to her clothes and skin, the feeling of his filthy breath still plaguing her body even after a thorough wash. She scrubbed her skin until it was angry and red and yet. Yet.

"Hey."

Inej looked behind her, and almost let out an exhausted sob when she saw it was you. She turned her body forward again, electing to ignore you.

She doesn't know why she's acting this way. It's unnecessary and is only going to create conflict but you're just so... you.

You make her want to leap at you and put her hands around your throat. You make her want to braid your hair because it's just so damn messy sometimes and pat down the lose strands with water and pins. You make her want to throw herself off the tallest bridge in Ketterdam and look up to see if you'll smile or follow.

You take a seat next to her, keeping at least a foot of distance. Surprisingly, you say nothing, and just wing your feet.

The smell of blood is strong on you as well. Your skin still has a slight red tint in a few places were the blood splatters had dried and couldn't be taken out off without vigorous scrubbing.

She wants to take a wet rag and wipe you down.

"How are you feeling right now?" You ask.

She takes in a deep breath, hating that you asked that instead of "are you okay?" because now she actually has to think. Has to find a way to put it all together into something that's fluid and measurable.

In the mean time, she hums, staring in front of her at the lights decorating the colorful city. The bell struck twelve not too long ago.

"I feel... conflicted."

You take a moment, and then lean forward. Your elbows touch your knees and you stare at her for answers.

"I made my peace with taking lives a long time ago. Often, it is a necessity. This time its..." She searches the horizon. "It wasnt. And now I dont know where those girls and boys are anymore than I did yesterday."

"He is not the only slaver in Ketterdam. He sure to have a list of suppliers and buyers within his office that could tell us where he keeps them." You lean back a bit, shifting to get a better look at her. "He was a very naïve man, I'm sure someone knows something."

"That's the dilemma. He deserved what came to him. But I didn't do it. And yet my hand was used to achieve his goal. It feels..."

Irredeemable. Like she can't make any sort of penance because she didn't commit the act, yet her hand is drenched in his blood.

She feels a soft poke in her arm, and she turns to you to see the barest of smiles on your cheeks. "I don't know if it's what you need to hear. But I've seen what 'bad' looks like. You're one of the good ones, trust me. Not everyone would have courage to do exactly what it is that you're doing now. Bad people dont care the way that you do."

Courage. What she lacks is not courage but the mental tools required for this.

She was entirely unprepared for his reasoning and the devotion that which he showed. How he fully believed he was giving the kids the ultimate gift.

It's sickening. Truly.

Yet, she cannot help but be a little comforted by your words. Your past is no prettier than anyone's in The Dregs. There's enough bad to go around for three lifetimes and still have some left over.

She wants to give her thanks. She reaches out and touches her pinky to yours.

You truly thought that she was only doing good, and it's hard to think otherwise when you look at her the way you do.

"You will get them all, Inej Ghafa, and I hope to be there the day that this world is rid of a certain kind of evil and can breathe a little bit easier." You curl your pinky around hers, and she does the same.

"I'll be watching for you."

"You won't have to look very far."

And by all the saints above, she believed you.

#six of crows x reader #six of crows fanfic #fanfic #anon #inej ghafa x reader #inej ghafa x you #inej ghafa x y/n #inej ghafa fanfiction #inej ghafa fanfic #ask #inej ghafa imagine #grishaverse fanfic #grishaverse fanfiction

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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oh good god im in tears. thank you thank you thank you so much for taking time to make video of signing for me. wow, i— im not sure what to say. im- you have no idea how much that extra little step means to me. you are a gift to the world. an absolute treasure. i had to think hard about what i would like to see. never really asked from someone, when it comes to stuff like this, before and im worried of asking too much.

our boys are walking through a crowded market place when geralt looks to make sure jaskier is still behind him but out witcher turns around and his bard is just... gone. maybe angst, hurt/comfort, with a soft ending? I love the "Character A and character C must tend to Character B no matter how much it hurts B. A & C must ignore the screaming, the begging, how painful it must be, etc.. because B's life is on the life." trope 😅 and i feel like jaskier being deaf would make it all the more harder. It's a situation I've been in myself before, too.

1) I am so glad that my short little video could make your day. If you ever want some signed encouragement/answers, I’d be happy to record myself! I’m proficient in ASL but not fluent.

2) Writing this is fun and the hurt/comfort element really butters my eggroll.

3) Most of the sounds Jaskier makes in this fic, including the screams, are based on my coworker, who is considered “big D deaf” (with his consent)

tw: blood mention, minor injury, symptoms of panic, spitting the venom out (doesn’t work in real life, but this is fanfic)

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Geralt hated the sound of screaming. It was shrill and high and it almost always led to something shitty. Whether that shitty thing was a village maiden trying to frame him for her lover’s offense, a child in danger whose parents would find a way to blame him for the incident, or some absolute fool in need of an urgent rescuing, Geralt found that screams were the worst kind of portent.

They were even worse when they came from his bard.

Jaskier’s screams were inhuman, partly because Geralt knew he was terrified and partly because the bard had no reference for the sound of ‘normal’ screams. Geralt knew from his witchery experience that people had all kinds of cries. There were high pitched wails of terror and curated yelps of pain; fuck, there were even flirtatious shrieks that came with giggles and squeals tacked on. Jaskier had never learned those. He was working with instinct alone, and instinct had told him to yell his fucking lungs out.

Jaskier’s high keens were heart-stopping. The sound couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than the bard’s bright tenor, but it was twisted and frightened, loud and long and high. It urged Geralt to run even faster, push himself even harder as he flew through the underbrush and between tree trunks to reach his friend in time.

He hadn’t even heard the monster sneak up on them. He hadn’t seen the creature snatch Jaskier away into the woods; he’d only heard Jaskier’s panicked noises and followed them as quickly as possible.

When he skidded into view of Jaskier and his captor at last, his heart plummeted into his boots. The bard was laying limp, his eyes closed, his chest barely rising and falling with shallow breaths. The Forktail that held him to the ground beneath one massive claw was missing a wing. Apparently it had adapted by hunting what it could find on the ground; this would be a fast fight.

Without missing a beat, Geralt swirled forward in a blur of movement. A few dodges and well-placed slashes later and the monster fell to the ground. Geralt, covered in the Forktail’s sticky blood but otherwise unharmed, collapsed beside his companion and shook Jaskier’s shoulders.

There was no use screaming for him to wake up, Jaskier couldn’t hear him, but Geralt did it anyway. “Come on, Jaskier! Wake up for me, please! Open those pretty blue eyes of yours and fucking look at me, goddamnit!”

Nothing.

The witcher registered the red mark near the bard’s collarbone and tipped into a full-blown panic: it had stung him. He lowered his lips to the over-hot skin and sucked hard, the bile-adjacent flavor of the Forktail’s venom burning beneath the coppery tang of Jaskier’s blood. He spat it out into the grass and leaned down again, pulling the danger out of the bard’s body one breath at a time.

When he couldn’t taste the venom anymore, Geralt wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and gathered Jaskier into his lap. He tucked the bard’s sweat-damp face against the cool skin of his throat and murmured anxiously, “Fuck, Jask, please. Wake up for me, yeah? Don’t die on me yet. You can’t. You’re too... you have too much music to write, still. You can’t die.”

He wasn’t sure what he would do if those blue eyes never opened again.

But they did. By all of Melitele’s finery, they did.

Geralt clung tightly to his exhausted companion, pressing their foreheads together tenderly as the younger man’s eyes blinked slowly open. The witcher’s calloused hands formed the signs before he could stop them, eager to reveal the secret that had weighed on him for months. Maybe years. I love you. I love you so much.

Really? Jaskier gaped. He stayed stock-still, his weight shifting like a scared rabbit’s in Geralt’s lap. His usually steady musician’s hands shook as he asked again, Really?

Geralt nodded as tears sprang, impossible and unbidden, to the corners of his golden eyes. Always, Jaskier, always. I will protect you. I love you. I promise.

Not lying?

Never lying. Not to you.

Good.

The witcher pulled him somehow closer and pressed a shower of kisses to the bard’s smiling face. Jaskier giggled and wiped a bit of blood away from the corner of Geralt’s eyebrow. He let the witcher paw at him and check him over for any further harm, his hands comfortably situated in his lap where he signed to no one in particular: Fucking finally.

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lucifers-horror-harem · 3 years

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I am sooooo glad you loved that first prize fic! And since you said you would love if I requested something from you, here I am! Now what to ask for, what to ask forrrr? Just kidding, we both know what I'M here for. Can I please get some of that good, good, Burnt Bastard Freddy Krueger wiiiiith some teasing? Him being an unrelenting asshole? Slap some orgasm denial in there just for me too? Bless ya.

AYYYYYYY THANKS FOR THE REQUEST BEX U ALWAYS KNOW IM DOWN FOR MORE FREDDY!!!!! I wrote a bit of a little fic for this cause i couldnt help my thirst hahahaa hope u enjoy!

No Rush

Freddy x AFAB Reader

Words: ~600

“Stop squirming or else I’ll just make this worse on you.”

How could he possibly make this worse than it already was? You were draped across Freddy’s lap, your fingers clutched tightly to the rough fabric of his pants to attempt to gain stability. Your own panties had been stuffed unceremoniously into your mouth as a makeshift gag, wet from the combination of your own slick and saliva mingling together. His glove was tangled in your hair, holding you up just enough so he could always see your face.

Another slap, and pain bloomed again over your abused flesh, your body jolting in his grasp as the movement made him tug your hair harder. You whimpered softly as you watched the smug grin crawl up his face, his rough hand massaging the tender spot on your ass as you shifted uncomfortably. It felt like you had been here for hours, though you knew with Freddy’s powers he could have been torturing you for only mere moments.

“What did I just say, kitten?” he asked condescendingly as you looked up at him with pleading eyes. “You’ll get what you want if you behave. I’m really not asking for much.”

You would have rolled your eyes if you were in a position to. But if you wanted to come, you were simply at this demon’s mercy, just as you always were. Not to say you didn’t love it, of course.

It was near impossible to stay still. Even with your ass in the air, Freddy seemed to put as much force into each spank as possible, leaving you a writhing mess as you tried to shy away from the next slap. But that pain always blossomed into pleasure, the heat of the sting making you crave more. You could practically feel yourself dripping down your thighs for him. He always made you this way, and you always needed more.

A few more spanks followed by your keening wails muffled by your panties, and Freddy was chuckling gleefully as he noticed the state you were in. “How naughty,” he admonished, running his fingers up your slit as you tried to push back on them. He made sure you saw him lick every last drop off of his digits, maintaining eye contact as he did. “What a filthy little slut for me. I bet you’re ready to come any minute now, huh? And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Suddenly, those same fingers plunged inside of you without warning, making you jolt in his lap. The loud whines from behind your gag grew louder as you tried your best to beg desperately for him to make you come, hoping he would somehow get the memo. You clenched around him, his fingers pulling the most pitiful sounds from you as your lover grinned wickedly while watching you squirm. As his thumb pressed tight circles against your clit, you knew it was over. You were so fucking close, your entire body tensed as you waited for the impact of your orgasm wash over you.

But it never came.

Instead, Freddy pulled his fingers away just as quickly as he had sunk them into your heat. The sounds that came from you were agonizingly desperate, pathetic wails as you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes. It wouldn’t have been the first time the bastard made you cry. He didn’t even bother hiding his laughter, practically cackling at the sight of you, your thighs trembling as they tried their best to hold you up instead of simply collapsing from your spot on his lap.

“Awwww, poor kitten, you sound so upset,” Freddy teased, leaning down to meet your gaze. “Don’t worry. We have the whole night ahead of us. There’s no rush at all.”

#freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger #slasher x reader #a nightmare on elm street

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btsmosphere · 3 years

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Hellooo im new to your blog but i think i had seen you a couple of times? Maybe?? Maybe not?? I cant remember But congratulations for your 400 followers! I saw this milestone drabble game and idk if you already close the request but im just going to try shooting my shot. you can ignore this ask if you dont want to do it. Im not forcing you!💜💜

Prompt 27, and 31 (fluff)

Where jimin and f!reader were the only ones trapped inside a library and the lights went off. Reader scared of the dark so she clings on jm and he tried his best to comfort her and goof around making some (bad) jokes to lighten her up. Plus jm had a big fat crush on her.

~summary: being trapped in the library is your nightmare, but could it turn into a dream? Jimin x reader Prompts: …that… is such a bad pun. I love it & I will be unavailable on these dates because I will be screaming feral in the woods ~word count: 1156 ~college au, friends to lovers, fluff Rating: g Warnings: crying, reader is scared of the dark, and it’s dark, locked in, Jimin suffers (not really, he’s just flustered) ~a/n: haha,, drabble?? who is she? this one obvs got a bit.. long��but I really liked your request my lovely, so I wanted to do it justice. I really hope you enjoy it!

Air was jamming in your throat, the only sound except your soft footsteps echoing alone in the darkness.

But the silence was making things worse. Your tense shoulders shook, ready to flinch back from every shadow – of which, unfortunately, there were a great many, given you were tiptoeing between rows upon rows of towering bookshelves.

Cursing the fact the route to the library’s exit took you further from the windows, where meagre streetlamps at least illuminated the space a little, you pressed on.

Don’t panic. Nothing can hurt you. You’re alone, there’s nothing there…

One more corner lay ahead of you, but you refused to slow down, attempting instead to keep your stride confident as you came towards it-

And straight into someone. Not a shadow, not a bookshelf, a real, actual someone that you nearly crashed right into. With a jolt, you were stumbling back, sending a scream piercing through the stillness.

“Woah, hey- y/n?”

As you cut off your shriek, the person’s voice reached you. You were sure you recognised it, but the tears that had been startled to your eyes blurred your vision. Blinking furiously, you lowered your shaking hands from where they had shot to your mouth.

“J-Jimin?”

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” his worried eyes swam into focus, “did you get stuck here too?”

With only a nod, you were diving towards him, clutching at his shirt as you took deep breaths against his shoulder. Jimin may not be your closest friend, but you knew him well enough, and right now you needed someone, anyone, to ease your fears.

Under your touch though, Jimin gasped. Though he didn’t hesitate to move his hands to your back in comfort, his eyes were wide with shock.

He was sure his heart was going to rocket straight from his chest. Of course, when he fantasised about you throwing yourself into his arms, you weren’t normally shaking with fear, but he supposed he couldn’t have it all.

“It’s alright, I’m here,” he hushed, sliding you both to the floor, “there’s nothing to be scared of.”

Breathing deeper now, he was satisfied hearing you settle down some more.

“Well, unless the head librarian sees me in here,” he rambled on, fingers stroking through your hair, “I lost a library book once and I’m sure she still wants to murder me.”

You couldn’t help the small chuckle he elicited from you. On looking up, you found him looking down at you with a growing grin.

“She is scary,” you nodded, wiping at one eye.

Jimin definitely preferred it when you smiled. Even a small one like this put his heart more at ease. Encouraged, he pressed on.

“But if she is here, at least she’ll scare off any monsters,” he nudged you, rewarded with your smile becoming brighter still.

“Should we… should we try and get help?” you muttered next, glancing down your original path towards the front of the library.

“Good idea,” he stood, holding out a hand to pull you up too. A moment later, he was pulling you forwards, eyes wide.

“Jimin, what-?”

“Stay close,” he whispered dramatically, “lest we encounter the soul of a student who died of boredom here.”

Snorting, you pressed the back of your hand across your mouth and began to follow him. Somehow, the darkness seemed less scary with him beside you, less oppressive with a hand clutched in yours.

Before long, the front doors came in sight. They were automatic, and though you were still disappointed, you couldn’t say it was a shock when you stood in front of them and they didn’t budge. There were no handles to pull, but that didn’t stop Jimin trying to pry them apart somehow with his bare hands.

When you had recovered from laughing at him, your eyes drifted to the front desk.

“Hey, Jimin!” you cried, dashing over, “they have a helpline, right? Maybe we could reach security?”

Joining your side, Jimin was just in time to see you press your phone against your ear, having dialled one of the numbers displayed on a poster by the desk.

Foot tapping as you waited for the beeping tone to give way to another human, your heart dropped instead. Not far away, the ringing of a phone blared through the silence. Sighing, you began to drop your hand when the tone cut off.

“Hello?”

You rolled your eyes at the voice greeting you. Jimin.

A look up showed him standing behind the desk, receiver to his ear. He grinned, and the next thing you heard, he was talking once again.

“Sorry. I’m going to have to book your rescue in for another day.”

Stifling a laugh, you held his gaze and shook your head.

“…That… is a such a bad pun. I love it.”

With both your laughter mixing in the air, Jimin hung up and returned. Folding his arms on the desk, he grimaced, realising there wasn’t really a way out.

“What now?” he looked up at you.

Sighing, you turned, sliding your back down the wall to meet the floor.

“I guess we stay here.”

“I guess,” he echoed your heavy exhale, wandering around the table.

“Don’t just stand there,” you reached your arms out, “I might be scared. Come here and give me a cuddle.”

It was clear you weren’t exactly frightened anymore, if the grin on your face was anything to go by, but Jimin gladly obliged. He couldn’t believe his luck.

Tucking yourself in his arms, you curled up happily, while he worried about his heart giving out.

“I’m glad you’re here, Jimin,” you whispered into the night.

This was it for him. His heart was going to fail if you looked at him like that much longer, your eyes still gorgeous even among the dim light.

Just as he floundered for a response, seemingly struck dumb at such close quarters to you, his phone buzzed.

Briefly checking it, he chuckled.

“It’s just Taehyung.”

“Oh no,” you groaned, “we were all meant to be having a movie night at his tonight.”

“Nah, he’s the one missing out,” Jimin grinned, “we can raid the library’s film collection. I’ve always wanted to watch… what was it- A Studied History of Composite Rocks?”

Instantly bursting into reams of laughter beside him, you felt tears brimming again, of course for a different reason this time around. Jimin couldn’t help but join in, eyes fixed on your joy-filled face.

Still smirking to himself, he reached to quickly text Tae back.

Sorry, me and yn are stuck in the library

But if we ever do get out, I will be unavailable tonight because I will be screaming feral in the woods

Tae was surely dying of laughter on the other side. It was certain all your friends would know about this by tomorrow.

A reply lit up his screen.

I’m sure you will be ;)

I wouldn’t dare disturb you. Have fun lovebirds

Thank you so much for reading, and @jookiemonie for your request!

Check out my other drabbles here

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ringmyheart · 3 years

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Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️

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sparrow-stunned · 2 years

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And twas rambles anon returns!!! I don’t remember if I mentioned this but im the one that wrote that horribly long anon about your yan!xiao fic

So first off like right of that bat woah?? Your amazing writing strikes again, you never fail to amaze me because mwah! Lovely concept, and you managed to write the character so accurately while leaning into his more dark thoughts side which is always <3333

I love how casual Diluc is during the conversation, like it seems he isn’t even aware this is an unpleasant situation (though he absolutely does) They way he is just so causal about it also serves to that slight psychological part, almost as if he’s trying to convince you that this is just a normal dinner, and that’s it’s a completely average behavior to lock your bestie in a room and break their ankles.

That’s another thing!! The way you write how Diluc handles escapes is very just so much perfect?? Most of what i read when darling tries to escape it ends up in some bedroom time ( do not get me wrong though, I absolutely love those fics to ) but violence is always just mmm so fun. The idea of caring for someone so much that you would purposely hurt them and make them unhappy, somehow twisting that in your mind so that you think it’s the right thing to do? Adore it. I’m a very big lover of the psychological part of the yandere trope if you could not tell <3

And when darling got a vision, and how he seemed upset by that? Adored it. It was perfect. Almost confirming for Diluc that darling was going to get hurt, and that’s no good. Or maybe he was upset because you were a step closer to his power, and it would make it harder to force you into his arms, because the was less of a power unbalance. And i just have a feeling Diluc is a man who likes control over things. Maybe I’m just reading to much into it!

Anyways!! As always, love your writing, remember to take care of yourself and don’t let yourself get burntout!!! <333

-rambles anon

when i saw your message, my mind legit just went blank from screaming in joy ahhhh!!! thank you for such a detailed and lovely comment, i can't tell you how much i appreciate it! a little bit of a late reply as i was busy with writing, but yes, i am basking in your words 😭 i was thinking you were the same anon, but i didn't want to presume and make a fool of myself, so i'm happy to see it's the same person!

the concept itself is just me trying to cobble together an idea for diluc. i really wanted to write a fic with him, but i had no prompt or anything to go off of, so i was like, why not just start right off the bat with some good 'ol kidnapping :))) it's a pretty short drabble, so while i didn't delve too deep into his character, i'm glad to hear it was adequate and that you liked the portrayal! now, time for my character analysis of yandere diluc *cracks knuckles*

oh man, diluc is just walking epitome of cognitive dissonance. like he's not entirely delusional about what darling really thinks, but he's desperate enough to ignore it. "reality is what i want it to be" - diluc ragnvindr. also, he's just so, so self-righteous, even in canon. the uncompromising, unrelenting darknight hero lmao. it's all for your own good, see, so that excuses the violence he's using—because the alternative is way worse, if you were out there in the world, so defenseless. what if you die?? always the worst scenario with this man.

and oh man bedroom time 👀 mmmh i love spicy fics like that too hehe. see, i wouldn't be opposed to writing this kinda thing for someone like say, zhongli, cause violence ain't really his modus operandi. and with xiao he's just a feral animal on the inside ready to jump anything that moves. but diluc is passionate, and not in the sexy times way, instead in the "whatever problems i have, i'm going to kill it with fire and hope for the best". which of course translates him being irrevocably written in darling's blacklist, so much so that they can't really stop actively hating him. he's just kinda fucked up like that as a yandere, super controlling and when things don't go his way, solve it with simple methods like breaking bones.

also, his whole spiel is that it's for you. everything he does is for you, even if you don't appreciate it. if he goes the noncon route, despite you protesting, then it kinda makes him the bad guy, doesn't it?? and he's not the villain. he's your protector. any bedroom time with this guy is all him trying to give, persuade himself that it's not for him (totally is), because you're (unwillingly) enjoying yourself, after all. you're asking for it with your body language, your response to his touch, even when your lips say no; he's just giving you what you want. as i said, kinda delusional.

oh man, i love darlings that have visions because usually it makes the yanderes absolutely bonkers. like, now you're stronger and more able to defend yourself? more independence? absolutely disgusting. even more so for someone like diluc. you weren't reading too much into it at all! i love that you picked up on that facet of his, because i wrote it with the intention to show that he doesn't like you becoming his equal. he's supposed to protect you. whatever power you gain makes him feel more useless, and is just another stab of cognitive dissonance, because the only reason he's locking you away is for your safety... but if you knew how to defend yourself, then is he truly in the right? self-righteousness breaks down quickly from that line of thought, so he brushes it off and ignores it. this man needs to feel above you, so yeah, unbalanced power dynamic indeed. he's annoyingly patronizing, for sure.

also, right back at you for taking care of yourself! i mostly write as a sort of coping mechanism (and procrastination *coughs*), and this blog isn't anything big, so burnout's not too much of an issue! (yet, at least.) i'm a lazy person anyway, so if i get tired, i'll just stop writing for a while and take a hiatus lmao. as always, thank you for your thoughtful response, and i hope you're well 💖

#psyche.answers #rambles anon #lovely asks #ft. diluc's cognitive dissonance #funny fire bird man is funny in the scariest of ways #no chill with this man #incoherent ecstatic screeching at how thoughtful you are rambles anon #take care of yourself my friend

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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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5 Anti LO Asks

1. you can tell RS thinks sticking Persephone in 1950s/1960s dresses and dressing her as a more stuffy version of Hera (who by now dresses more akin to how Persephone used to dress for... reasons?) will somehow imply she's "mature" now when it has the opposite effect. The issue was not her fashion, it was the fact P was drawn so young while at the same time was sexualized without realizing it. Covering her up doesn't fix anything. It actually makes her look even more like a child, funnily enough.

2. RS making all the characters of colour be lower class/uneducated even if they’re ‘good’ reminds me of my white ex’s parents. His dad once asked me if I’ve ever had spaghetti and I was like “?????It’s spaghetti! We live in a first world city, of course I’ve had spaghetti!”

3. I’ve seen some people theorize that Hades will overthrow Zeus and take his “rightful” place as the king of the gods, which honestly doesn’t make much sense because

Hades is a worse king. Unless it’s shown that Zeus also has slaves I’m not buying this “zeus is a shitty king >:(“

Hades didn’t even want to be king of underworld what makes you think he would want to be king of the gods?

4. Back when I studied Chinese history, a lot of emphasis was placed on studying the downfall of kings out of negligence to their own countries due to being distracted by beautiful young concubines and their preoccupation with doing everything to keep these women happy. Hades reminds me of those kings.

5. FP TALK: im glad im not the only one who noticed hades was repeating the exact same things he did to minthe and talking over persephone's wants? like i doubt rachel put much thought into it since it just seems more akin to ~spicy lovers drama~ but its such a red flag?? hes repeating the same cycle of manipulation and dependency he had minthe in and is now doing it to persephone, but this time it's supposed to be romantic?? F that, hades is the problem, not them! persephone, girl, get out NOW.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical

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gakucchis · 4 years

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im gonna get a one way ticket to hell but

solomon headcanons♡

note: mc has they/them pronouns ♡ literally wanted to jump right in because i write all of my personal shit in female view, but i thought that if just one person who reads this doesn't get included i'd feel like shit so yeah

sfw ♡

probably wouldn't even notice that it's a crush at first

would just keep thinking of you, and believing it's because he's interested in your pacts

it changes though when he realizes that he's bothered by others around you

he's usually very jealous at first but nobody can feel it at a l l

and it doesn't matter if it's a demon he has made a pact with or not – it bothers him regardless

sort of figures out that it has to be more

finds excuses to spend time with you – helping out in school, trying to teach you something about pacts, or just saying "we're the only humans, we have to be there for each other"

it doesn't matter what you're doing, he's enjoying the time together

likes the way you're being skeptical about his intentions and continues to tease you about it

also enjoys when you rely on him because after all the time together you do start to trust him

would never really confess to you, probably because it's too cliché for him

it would probably slip out the moment he drinks a little too much

it would have needed too much, so he would probably tell you, hug you and fall asleep straight after

when he'd wake up the next day, he wouldn't remember it at first. AND THEN IT HITS

rarely embarrassed, but in that moment, he somehow lost all his confidence, especially because he can't remember your answer

knows he can't avoid you for long, so he gives you a call

glad you can't see his smile when you picked up and said "what's up, my boyfriend?"

would proudly tell everyone he's in a conversation with who's mentioning you that you're in a relationship (mostly to make other jealous)

back hugs when he randomly sees you in public

not too touchy when you're in a group, but holds your hand in public to make sure you feel safe

teases you about having less pacts than him because he loves your expressions

in general likes your flustered face

likes giving you kisses, but secretly wishes for you to kiss him a lot

also enjoys your presence when he's studying something in his room, even if you're just sleeping in his bed

naps with his head on your lap is rare because he doesn't like spending too much time asleep, but you make him want them

sometimes pretends to sleep, just so you'll put his head on your lap

would probably melt if you'd go through his hair

but he also likes when you fall asleep on his shoulder, or when you just put your head on his shoulder to vent or cry

compliments you a lot when he can't touch you – he's especially fond of your perfume

secretly casts a protection spell on you but would never tell you... because the teasing would be endless

would show his full affection when he's drunk (just like the first time it happened)

if you're the kind to be affectionate when drinking, he'd probably keep asking things like "how much do you love me?", "do you want to kiss me?", etc. just so you would shower him with love

sometimes when cuddling in bed, instead of saying i love you, he'd say something sarcastic

if you'd give him a little gift, whether it'd be something handmade or bought, he'd keep it with him as good luck charm just so none of the demons will start haunting him

hates cheesy nicknames, but he'd occasionally call you baby just to annoy you

"you having problems with your homework, baby?" but he'd laugh at your death glare

even though he or both of you cringe at it... sometimes an "i love you" to the other one is making both happy

nsfw ♡

if you skipped the sfw part for this... simeon is watching ☝️also this is the first time (or 2nd if you leave out my love live youriko smut from three years ago😔) i write something like this and because im babey🥺 it's hard 🥺

so this is debatable but solomon's a top.

this man literally has pacts with 72 demons, he must feel somehow powerful with all of them, so being in a power is probably something he can't give up anywhere

even though i can imagine that he's usually not that horny, if he has a crush on someone it would probably creep up in the back of his mind

just small things that you'd do would be enough to make him think about it, like going through your hair or looking frustrated at your homework

he'd try to quickly forget about him, but the bigger the crush gets, the more he thinks about you

when you get together though, he doesn't try to throw away his thoughts that easily – after all, they could become reality now

there's probably lots of discussion where to meet, since the house of lamentation is pretty full, while simeon would be in the purgatory hall judging

the purgatory hall is the better option anyway

likes the idea of acting like you're having a pact with him, so you'd give him a love bite

"so, that means you're mine now, right?"

honestly loves love bites or kissing in general

prefers giving love bites if your reaction to them satisfies him

just like any other time, he likes to tease you, so expect a long make out session with lots of touching

probably whispers a lot in your ear about what he wants to do with you and gets even more turned on if you're flustered

more of the seductive smirking kind who loves to see you whimper under his touch

if you tangle your finger in his hair or hold onto his back, maybe even pulling him closer, he's going to get impatient

the type to have a firm grip on you, but is slow to make you crave more

he's not going to let you hide your moans, even if everyone can hear them, so be prepared to have him hold your wrists tight

provocative, but won't do anything that'll make you uncomfortable

loves to be hovering over you, but he just wants to be able to see your face

always wants to see how much he can turn you on just by his words

praises you a lot, focuses on teasing you though because he likes having this power over you

doesn't like to tell you except for when he's really turned on but he'd melt if you'd go down on him

would grab your hair and compliment you a lot, he'd try to stay gentle but having you on your knees for him would make him even harder

if you'd tease him about his low moans afterwards, he'd make you regret it

after this planned "study session", expect him to fall asleep quickly with him holding you close and his silver hair all messy

maybe then a "i love you" would slip out again

and then prepare for simeon's judgement

god fuCKNNNN... DAMMIT this turned out worse and more generic than i thought and im so sorry i will disappear into the void ! can't even say things like .... s...sex..., im sorry for all my fellow solomon lovers :(

but at least im playing minecraft again ! my name is cherryria and my skin is heart attack chuu!!

#obey me #obey me!#obey me solomon #obey me headcanon #obey me smut #obey me solomon x reader #obey me solomon x mc

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konaizumi · 3 years

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Gen Y ep 11 thoughts/reaction

- yeees, make thanuwayu canon!

- i literally just want wayu to be happy

- one of my favorite things about this show is how mature the characters feel, like a majority of the conflicts are caused by the characters being confused or unsure of their feelings and trying to take time to work through them and this unintentionally hurts other characters, but this feels more genuine than a bunch of drama created by stupid misunderstandings and characters being petty, and yes, communication would help a lot of these problems, but it never feels like the writers are just adding things in for no other reason than ‘drama’

- anyways, back to thanuwayu and that beautiful hug and wayu’s precious smile

- that brief flash of thanu’s smile, looking so genuinely happy to have wayu in his arms

- poor phai tho, I don’t want any of my babies getting hurt

- anybody else freak out for a second when he took off his shirt in the mirror and worry that he had gotten the tattoo then were immediately relieved when his back was still bare? just me?

- i tend to prefer college shows rather than high school ones, but my favorite thing about high school thai bls is how accurately they portray high school boys, just boys goofing off, showing their sexy hips

- pls poktong just kiss and make up already, i liked you a lot better when your genre was fluff

- watching pok being all flirty and douchy just seems out of character

- 15 min in and still no markkit

- i’m glad the whole blackmailing plot has now been fully explained, but seeing sandee suddenly smirking and being an asshole is giving me the same feelings as when poktong got weirdly aggressive last ep (by feelings i mean confusion and dislike)

- i wanted phai to end up with sandee bc sandee was so cute and sweet but i don’t know if i want that anymore

- also i forgive tong a little bit for what he did (getting pok beat up not switching the test scores) knowing that he had good(ish) intentions, he still fucked up tho and did a bad thing

- i’m calling it now, either next ep or next season, right when poktong is finally making progress, pok will find out about the switched scores and bam, drama

- pls poktong just kiss and make up already

- i know this scene is supposed to be romantic and all but i can’t stop cringing at the placement of the kisses, like next to the mouth but not quite the cheek? the chin??

- back to my preferred high school babies

- i can’t stop laughing at how they all got the coming of age parted bangs hairstyle to symbolize that they’re in college now

- all the high school babies look good except for pok who now has too much forehead, not that his style before was great but it was better

- thanu is such boyfriend material

- that phaiwayu hug hurts my soul, wayu looks so happy, i just want them both to be happy and not get hurt

- Finally!! 25 min in and finally we get markkit

- i want more of this thanu, thanu with a smile and joking around with his friends

- I really want jiw’s butterfly shirt

- jack and jew kidknapping mark like that was prob my favorite moment of the whole episode, that gif is now my header

- alright, padbok is back, still waiting for their story, but i kinda hope their resolution waits till season 2 bc i want character development for padbok and there’s already so much that needs to happen next ep that i think his story would only be rushed and somewhat glossed over

- i know some people hate padbok, and i also find him annoying, but ever since they dropped the idea of padbok x sab in an earlier ep, all i want is padbok redemption ark

- i guess thanu is somehow going to feature in the poktong story

- i absolutely love sab and klui, they are my favorites of the high school babies

- i guess i can’t call them high school babies anymore

- jackkoh, just admit your feelings for each other already

- aww, markkitwayu choosing custody over the babies, mark wants to be a good senior so badly

- soon as kit said they hadn’t picked a medicine beau, i was like, it’s going to be tong, and i was right, it’s ittpai all over again, but whether it’s better or worse remains to be seen

- kit really does attract the beau’s doesn’t he

- don’t worry mark, you’re much prettier than pok

- pls give me more kitwayu bonding and helping each other heal from pha

- damn kit, you were so close to getting phai to spill

- yes phai, make kit move in with mark

- i absolutely need to know what kit’s test is for phai’s suitors

- i would just like to admire dun’s ability to look so completely lovestruck, like his gaze is just so full of love and it’s so sweet

- that kiss was so cute, i’m sorry i ever doubted you thanuwayu

- that’s pha’s car isn’t it? he’s watching them? I thought he would come back this ep and cause some drama, but he didn’t so he has to come back next ep right?

- i like that they’ve softened poktong bc i like them much better as friends to lovers rather than enemies to lovers

- honestly, their story has a lot of potential but something about it is just really not working well for me and i think its the weird aggression bc they don’t annoy me when their being sweet and smiling. I think if pok had more of a bad boy vibe originally it would’ve been better bc the aggression wouldn’t seem so ooc and the conflict would feel a bit more natural

- their story also has a ton of parallels to ittpai (my gear your gown), so im interested how it’s going to go bc i did like ittpai despite the narrative issues of that show

- poktong: *doing whatever tf they’re doing*

mark: tf did i just step in

- i really appreciate thanu just saying straight out that he has feelings for wayu, i know he struggled with it, but i like him coming to this point that’s like yes, he feels an attraction to phai, he feels drawn to him and he’s seen their poential future, but right now he has actual, solid feelings for wayu built up from their interactions over months

- what he has with phai isn’t real--it could be real, if he went down that path and choose to get closer to phai, but right now his feelings for wayu are real, so that’s what he’s choosing

- him saying they should never meet again was a little tho, spare my poor baby phai at least a little bit

- i get a dose of serotonin every time i see kit wearing mark’s gear

- the markkit is lacking this ep but they are trying to make up for it with all this good good thanuwayu content

- i’m torn between wanting and not wanting thanu to tell wayu about phai bc it will hurt wayu if he does but it’s gonna hurt more later on when wayu finds out on his own

- I can’t tell if wayu has a suspicion about phai, like he def senses there’s another person but I can’t tell if he knows it’s phai

- okay but thanuwayu are so cute and sweet together

- pls let my babies kiss, i couldn’t appreciate their first kiss bc i didn’t ship them then and wayu thought it was pha so pls let them have a do over

- you know what, i like thanuwayu having visions like thanuphai. I can’t quite tell if that was the writers’ intention, but i hope it is bc that would imply that thanuphai aren’t actually soulmates and that what they see is just a potential future, like they could be happy together, but there are also other people who they can be happy with

- i’m not super crazy about this whole ‘let’s rewrite my memories of pha with memories of you’ bc that doesn’t seem like the healthiest way to move on from pha or to start a new relationship but whatever makes wayu happy i guess

- however i do like how it ties into the whole ‘no predetermined fate’ thing and shows how life is shaped by choices and chance

- pls let my babies kiss tho

- hey so i am not liking this preview of the next ep

- anyways, so i’m liking how their handling the thanuwayuphai thing so far, but it is going to be bad next ep as im assuming the envelope that has phai’s picture is probably phai returning the picture to cut ties but obvi wayu is going to find out about their relationship

- still not sure how i feel about poktong, its better than last ep which i did not like and def shows more potential, but i think we’re gonna have to wait and see, don’t like the direction they’re taking with sandee tho

- also whoops, this got really long but i have a lot of feelings about this show

- fingers crossed for actual markkit content next ep

#gen y #gen y the series #gen y ep 11 #gen y spoliers #gen y ep 11 spoilers #konaizumi reactions

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wincore · 5 years

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main actor | wong yukhei

pairing: yukhei x reader

words: 3.6k

genre: best friends to lovers!au, college!au, reader and yukhei are pretty much cat and dog, fluff

warnings: yukhei’s wildin, language

a/n: warmup-ish fic? guess i just wanted to see how many cheesy fanfiction tropes i can fit in. vaguely inspired by this

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There are times when merely existing feels too wearisome, and there are times when you can’t be happier to be alive.

Wong Yukhei makes you feel both of these emotions simultaneously.

If someone were to ask what Yukhei’s really like (and you’ve been asked that a lot by curious crowds who’ve only ever seen him smile from afar and deduced he can’t be that nice) you’d say he’s an idiot. He’s not stupid, but he’s an idiot. Yukhei is a bunch of contradictions, but he’s your best friend and you’ll reluctantly admit, probably the best thing that’s ever happened to you. (Under no circumstances would you be caught dead saying that to him, even though you’re sure he’d just respond with a bone-crushing hug, grinning from ear to ear.) Obviously, you’ve got a lot of mixed emotions involved here.

The first time you met Yukhei, you were four. He had skipped over to you from another corner of the room, with wide eyes and a soft toy puppy in hand.

“You’re pretty. Do you want to go on a date?” he asked with a wide smile.

“No,” you responded, your attention still on your toy train. You glanced at him once and that was it.

“Okay,” he said, still grinning. Rejection wasn’t that big of a deal to four-year-old Yukhei.

Instead of leaving, he sat down beside you and watched you play. Eventually, you started talking to him about your fantasy land of trains and he, about his imaginary life as a firefighter. And after a few days, you and Yukhei were inseparable.

It’s quite the story for him to tell people, even if you never understood why he likes talking about it so much. It wasn’t very dramatic, or memorable like all the first meetings in books. But it’s always been a unique ability of Yukhei’s to make things sound a little more interesting as he animatedly told everyone at school how you were a cold, dark victim trapped in your lonely bubble and how he, your shining hero, warmed you up. You just make a face every time he forcibly brings you into the conversation.

Unlike elementary school Yukhei, middle school Yukhei was a little meaner, rougher at the edges. He never had any harmful intentions (you wondered if he had any intentions at all) but you always seemed to land the shorter end of the stick when it came to his shenanigans. A rapidly growing boy, he had difficulty getting his limbs in order and more often than not, he’d underestimate his own strength. Whether it was shoving you too hard or the one time he accidentally broke your toy train, those years had quite the horrors you’ve faced in life.

You’re lucky to have survived near him during his awkward teenage phase, full of hormones and messy feelings and Axe body spray. Yukhei’s never been good at telling people no and combined with adolescent curiosity, he’s been in quite a few choppy relationships.

But in the end, Yukhei still has the colour of a comic book hero. He’s always been the main actor of every play, whereas you doubt you’d get the role of villager C. Star athlete and the pride of your school, he’s never wasted an opportunity to enjoy the attention. You, on the other hand, prefer a little alone time. You’re different, immensely different, but you admire him for all that he is. He’s strong in a way you can’t quite describe, only appreciate in subtle ways. You’ve seen Yukhei grow from a boy who refused to admit he wasn’t happy, that he’s not always the smiling hero, to a man who learned to respect all emotions. He still hates to cry, sure, but he doesn’t do it in shadows anymore, pretending to be strong.

dumbass, 01:06 AM

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you, 01:07 AM

wtf yukhei

you, 01:07 AM

why are you awake

dumbass, 01:07 AM

i cant stop :(

dumbass, 01:08 AM

i think im addicted

you, 1:08 AM

to puppy pictures??????

you, 1:08 AM

you know what im not even gonna ask

you, 1:08 AM

go the fuck to sleep you big baby

dumbass, 01:10 AM

but look :(

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you, 01:11 AM

tf im not looking at all of that

dumbass, 01:11 AM

:(((

dumbass, 01:11 AM

:( but :( puppies :(

you, 01:12 AM

good night dork

Yukhei’s a whirlwind of life, bringing energy wherever he goes. That’s the first thing anyone notices about him. The way his face stands out in almost any crowd, and not because he’s built like a giant teddy bear. The way he can find friends in almost anyone, and all he has to do is flash that grin.

Growing up, everyone could tell he’s a little off-beat, but it only made people want to be near him. The more he stood out, the more he fit in. It’s no wonder you see hordes of people around him, smiling back at his own friendly, dorky gestures.

“You get a walk-in closet and I don’t even get a washing machine?!” Yukhei complains, plopping down on your bed.

You’re certainly lucky to get the biggest dorm room, even if the closet occupies half of it. Now, if your roommate wasn’t such a dick, the beginning of your college life would be perfect.

“Wha- how are those two related?” you ask, leaning back on the wall as you sit beside him.

“I have to go all the way downstairs to wash my clothes,” he replies, “Henceforth, I am upset.”

“When did you learn such big words, Yukhei?” you tease.

“I’m not stupid,” he defends, “Surprising, I know. Considering I got my hand stuck in a Pringles can last week. Again.”

You laugh as he shoots you a grin and sits up, tugging up his red jacket on his shoulder.

“At least you like your roommate,” you grumble, before lowering your voice. “I don’t know which supernatural being up there I crossed to get mine.”

Yukhei laughs. “It can’t be that bad!”

You roll your eyes and smack the back of your head against the wall. Of course, he wouldn’t get it. Yukhei gets along with just about anyone.

“So, we’re starting college, huh?” he shifts to sit beside you.

“We really are,” you breathe.

And so when college began, you couldn’t even feel homesick because Yukhei brought home with him.

College somehow manages to amplify Yukhei’s tendencies to fuck shit up. Bad decisions and good intentions—whether it’s getting drunk at parties, or getting a secret tattoo, or going for midnight drives in the brightest part of the city, he certainly is living his life to the fullest. And he gets new friends to do that with—boys with similar interests and trouble in their presence (except Mark, he’s the sweetest and is only dragged to places like you are). Kunhang is a babbling mess when it comes to drinking, Dejun has strange food choices and Jungwoo isn’t as naïve as he looks (but that’s on you, you could never blame Jungwoo for anything). Mark might just be the sanest, and even he has his quirks. You’re glad, though, for Yukhei to have found them and for them to have found Yukhei.

Despite all changes in Yukhei’s expenditure of time, he still finds a way to sneak into your spare moments.

“Tell me that story you were talking about,” he says, falling backwards onto your bed.

“Now?” you ask, still groggy after waking up from your unforeseen nap. Finals are not treating you well.

“Yeah,” he says, “You look like you could do with a break.”

Of course, there are times when you hate Yukhei. Times when he’s reckless, pulls you into messes you know you can’t sort, times when you just feel so fucking annoyed by your best friend.

“You did what?!” you yell.

“It’s not that bad!” Yukhei explains, waving his arms around wildly.

“I am not going on a date with a stranger!” you yell, your voice coarser than usual as you search for something to fling at him.

“It could be fun!” he replies, ducking to avoid the slipper you threw at him. “You could be meeting the love of your life—all thanks to me!”

You throw the other slipper at him, and he narrowly dodges it. “No way is that happening.”

It’s not like it took you that long to realize your feelings, after the beginning of college. It happened slowly at first, barely a meandering stream of water, till the waves suddenly came crashing and you were drowning in your epiphany. Suddenly, you can’t not think of Yukhei’s large hand over yours or his bashful smile directed at you or even the way his lips look plump and kissable in the morning, despite the rest of his face all puffed up. There’s often stardust on his cheeks, you notice.

Suddenly, you know why Yukhei has always been the main actor in your life.

But you can’t be as open about it. If it’s not the idea of your longest and closest friendship falling apart that blows up your fears, it’s the image of Yukhei’s smile falling as he tries to tell his best friend no, and having to pretend everything’s okay. If the void in your stomach is good for anything, it knows when to tell you the jump is too difficult to take.

If anything, you don’t even know what you mean to Yukhei, but that’s coming from the negativity you hoarded. You have your fears and your questions. If you cross his mind as often as he crosses yours. If you take even a square inch of his heart, if he’ll ever see you that way. You’re not sure what it’d feel like to be the most important person to someone. If you go as far as to call this love, why are you so reluctant?

“And?” you egg him on, crossing your arms.

Yukhei going to frat parties was a horrible decision, really.

“I got drunk and started doing body rolls in front of everyone?” Yukhei shifts uncomfortably on your bed. He’s probably spent at least half of his days here in your dorm room, only leaving when your roommate started complaining about how loud he is. To be fair, he does sound like baby Godzilla at times, worse when more of your friends are over.

“Yukhei, you’d do that sober,” you grimace.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he says, pretending to think.

“Are you going to tell me what got you so uncomfortable?” you ask.

“I mean…it’s not that bad,” he begins, eyes glued to a corner of the floor to avoid your gaze.

“You made out with someone, didn’t you?” you sigh. It hurts a little.

Yukhei scratches the back of his head as he breaks into nervous laughter. “Yeah, and now she kinda thinks we’re a thing, and I don’t know what to tell her.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. You wish you could yell at him, let him know in any way how awful you feel.

“Yukhei, you have to stop leading them on! Every party you kiss someone new. Any more, and you’ll get a bad reputation!”

“I know!” he responds quickly. “But I was so drunk last night I couldn’t remember my name.”

“But you remembered to dial my number?”

“Well…yeah.”

Yukhei fidgets with the hem of his sweatshirt. “I’d call Mark, but he was at his part-time.”

You groan, sinking onto the floor. “I feel like a parent with a stupid son.”

“Hey! Now that’s exactly what my mom would say,” he chuckles, scooting to sit beside you.

There’s a heavy silence between the two of you for a few moments. You gulp down any reproachful words you might have left and stare at your fingers instead. You can’t tell him how upset you really are, can you? You’d have to explain the why then.

“Are you…are you just scared my reputation will be ruined?”

You turn to look at him, but he’s staring straight ahead. “Huh?”

“I mean, is that…what’s making you upset? Just that?”

“Yeah,” you answer, and mentally curse your voice for cracking like that. “I don’t want people thinking you’re some sort of an asshole.”

“Me neither,” he says, looking back at you with wider eyes than usual. “I mean- yeah, that’s- obviously.”

You shake your head at him, but you wonder how long it’ll be till you break. You’ve never kept something so serious from him before. It’s human nature to want more than you already have; Yukhei loves chasing after things he can’t have, but you’re not him. You’ve never been him.

Only a few days later, you see your roommate fuming as she leads a rather flushed Yukhei into your room.

“Next time he comes here, I’m calling the RA,” she threatens with a glare before walking away.

You roll your eyes at her back before grabbing Yukhei by the waist lest he falls and smacks his head against your furniture. Your action, however, proves to be miscalculated (you always forget how heavy he is) as the two of you stumble to the floor, barely avoiding the edge of the bed. You stand up again; Yukhei seems to be half asleep with the way he’s struggling to move around.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t drink,” you grumble.

“I said I wouldn’t go to parties,” he struggles to form the syllables. “I went to a really cool bar…it had funky lights and stuff. And I was dancing…and it was so much fun! Except I underestimated how strong that drink was.”

You sigh heavily. “That’s all you talk about. Fun, fun, fun!”

Yukhei grins as he rises to his full height and wraps his arms around your waist. You’d chide him for the reek of alcohol from him if he didn’t look so vulnerable, dormant like this. His eyes are half-lidded with sleep and when he rests his forehead against yours, you swear your heart has skipped several beats in a row. It’s not fair how peaceful he looks with his eyes closed when he’s sent you into internal turmoil. The warmth of his body seeps through the thick hoodie, and you almost find yourself unable to move.

You swallow the feeling rising in your throat and pull apart.

“Come on, Yukhei,” you tug at his hands to remove them from your waist. “Let’s get to bed.”

“We’re going to bed!” he rejoices gleefully. You’re glad he’s complying at least.

Now if he would just let go, you could prepare a blanket to sleep on the floor.

Yukhei doesn’t remove his arms from around your waist, though. Instead, he pulls you into bed with him, and under the covers. This is nice, the stupid voice in your head pipes up again.

“We’re friends,” he mumbles, “friends do this all the time.”

Not when one of them has more than friendly feelings, you think bitterly. Struggling is futile against Yukhei’s iron grip, and you let yourself feel what you were trying so hard not to. When you look at him under the dim lights coming from your window, he’s already out for the count. You brush the hair away from his face and slowly drift off. It feels safe like this.

Of course, you pretend your heart didn’t jump at the sight of his face too close to yours. You’ve shared a bed when you were kids before Yukhei grew too large to fit the two of you and developed a tendency to drool. He has broader shoulders now, longer legs and he engulfs you when he wraps himself around you. In the morning, your body aches after being wound up so tightly on a small bed but you ignore it best as you can. You ignore the rising warmth in your face too when Yukhei departs with a secure hug and his wide grin.

You wonder what it’d be like to be Yukhei—ruin it all and hope it works out. You wonder what it’d be like to see his idiot grin every night, after a kiss against your lips. You scoff at yourself, face a brilliant red, whenever these thoughts walk in unannounced. It’s getting harder to pretend you don’t stop breathing every time he wraps an arm around you or lays his head on your stomach.

“So let me get this straight,” you say, “you can’t get a job at the diner because you’re too tall to fit into the mascot uniform?”

“Yeah,” Yukhei replies, clearly despondent. Usually, he’d be beaming about his height. You can’t figure out why the job means so much to him, but you get your answer soon enough just to greet it with a click of your tongue.

“The free pancakes,” he wails, “They give free pancakes and fries to their workers. I can’t believe I’m missing out on that.”

Yukhei suddenly sits up straight with wide eyes. “You can fit into the suit though!”

You smack your palm against your forehead while he laughs at his genius.

“You practically live in the gym and talk my ear off about being healthy,” you huff, “And now you just want to hog junk food?”

“I’m just good at being healthy,” he grins. “So I can eat unhealthily. You could do with some work, though.”

You raise your leg to kick him in the side but he catches your foot, laughing loudly at your resentful expression.

You’re about to throw the pillow at him when a click comes from the main door unlocking. The two of you freeze and look at each other. You know for sure this will be the last straw if your roommate finds Yukhei again, and you’ll be reported for good. Yukhei and you jump up in a panic and look around for any way to evade impending doom. The few seconds have you frantically searching for an explanation in case she does find him, and you swear at yourself for forgetting about her warnings. (In your defence, most of the things she says are meaningless and you have no reason to remember them.)

Yukhei points to the giant walk-in closet and sneaks towards it, careful not to make a noise. You tiptoe in before your roommate can enter the shared room, and hide behind a rack just in case she decides to come in. Yukhei isn’t small enough to be entirely covered, so you just pray your roommate has no intention of fetching a pair of shorts.

You hold your breath at the shuffling outside the door and move backwards carefully, only for your back to press against Yukhei’s torso. He stiffens at the touch but continues the needed silence. You end up squeezed in one corner of the closet, little ways from the mirror.

You sigh in relief once you hear the click of the door again. She must’ve come in to get notebooks for her next class, you guess. You turn to Yukhei but your breath hitches when you see him like that in the half-lit closet, his figure leaning towards you. It’s not very comfortable to have your body close against him, half twisted.

Yukhei’s gaze sends your heart into a pitfall. He takes a step towards you just as you take a step back and you end up pressed against the wall with Yukhei’s arms on either side of you.

“You’re still so pretty,” he says, his voice low.

A pause ensues before he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

The touch of his lips against yours has you seeing colours you never knew existed. One of his hands still rests against the wall while the other is placed gently around your waist. You can’t quite remember the details except Yukhei’s lips are as soft as silk and you resent the separation when he pulls apart.

“I’ve wanted to do that,” Yukhei looks down as he speaks, his cheeks tinted a darker shade of pink, “for a really long time.”

“You’re so stupid,” you huff, “Or maybe I’m the one who’s stupid.”

He responds with a wide-eyed smile when you cup his cheeks and pull him in again, your fingers skimming over his lower jaw. This time you feel every touch of the kiss, your fingers tingling and your lips tasting his. The feelings you��ve been struggling to tie up and toss away come pouring out of you as you try to keep them orderly.

It’s different splashes of colour with each kiss and the two of you can’t help the laughter tumbling out of your mouths.

“I love you,” Yukhei murmurs, his mouth against your jaw. “I’ve loved you all my life.”

He places a chaste kiss against your lips before looking at you with an adoring smile. Yukhei’s never been good at using words to express his feelings, but he’s never really had trouble expressing them either.

“I’m sorry I took so long to realize,” you whisper, before pulling him by the neck of his sweatshirt and into another kiss.

“I’m letting you go just this once,” you roommate calls when you step out of your room in the evening. “Congratulations on getting a boyfriend.”

You blush deep red and look anywhere else to avoid her sly grin. So she did figure it out. You owe her one, or more for not telling on you all the times Yukhei and the others have been over. Perhaps you had got off on the wrong foot. You should start listening to Yukhei’s advice on how to make friends. You should start listening to Yukhei for a lot of things.

Maybe Yukhei has always meant to talk about your colours but never found words good enough. Maybe he loves the way you laugh and finds himself doing more and more ridiculous things just for you. Maybe he’s told you that he loves you a lot of times but you weren’t listening. Maybe, just maybe, you too have always been the main actor in Yukhei’s life.

#how cheesy do you want this to be?#me: yes #nct scenarios #wayv scenarios #wong yukhei imagines #wayv imagines #nct imagines #yukhei fluff #nct fluff #wayv fluff #lucas scenarios #nct lucas imagines #yukhei x reader #College!AU #best friends to lovers!au #moonwrites #getting stuck in a closet with the love of your life for arbitrary fic reasons >>>>>>

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fanficsrusz · 5 years

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Lure The Baba Yaga Part One - John Wick mini series

A/n: this was requested by anon. It's going to be two parts and its an angsty fic because who doesn't love to have their heart wrenched out 😂😂 anyway, i hope this is what you wanted when you requested it 😅

Summary: John and y/n were friends untill John went missing. After many years, y/n soon finds him but his job will put her in danger.

Masterlist

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John Wick was a man of mystery. He was there in a flash and gone in a sound.

Most people feared him, avoided his path at all costs, scared of what might happen if they came face to face with the Baba Yaga.

Many people knew him for his skill set, how deadly he was with his bare hands alone.

However, y/n knew him as the boy who always saved her a seat on the school bus, always shared his cookies with her in the canteen, always helped her with her homework.

Y/n had known John since she was about 13, having gone to school with him. They were best friends and did everything together.

As the pair grew up, it was inevitable that one was going to fall for the other and y/n had drawn the short straw in that challenge.

She had remembered the day she fell for him exactly, the way he sat on his bed studying, his hair messy and his soul pure, it was such a simple moment but he meant so much to her.

She felt her heart skip a beat and that's all she needed for her to fall for him.

She had tried to shake away the feelings she had found for the boy, scared that she might ruin the relationship they had built over the years, but the feelings never left, no matter how hard she tried.

How would they when he was her Knight in shining armour who defended her from the bullies and looked out for her every day of her life.

On his 18th birthday, y/n had finally mustered up enough courage to tell him how she felt. She had made a photo album for him, made of various pictures of them together along with a letter detailing her feelings for him.

When she made it to his house, she was heartbroken to find that he was not there. Nothing was there. He had gone, left her without saying a single world.

Y/n waited for him to return. She searched for him, even called the police asking if they knew anything, but no one could give her the answers she wanted. Her heart yearned to have him back, if not as a lover but as a friend, her only friend.

4 years later and y/n had finally found him.

She saw him sitting on a bench in the park, her heart skipped a beat and she felt tears burn her eyes.

She wanted to run up to him and slap him for leaving her without a word and then kiss him because she missed him so badly.

"John" her voice was barely audible but he had managed to hear her.

She saw how he visible stiffened as he recognised her voice and he slowly turned.

He looked the same but somehow different. His once lovable eyes were now replaced with anger and rage for the world, like he knew the secrets which hid behind the facade of rainbows and sunlight.

He no longer dressed in the baggy shirt and shorts like he did in school, but in a 3 piece suit which screamed power.

This wasn't y/n's john.

"y/n?" his voice was cold and his eyes widened as his past came back to haunt him. He took in her appearance and how little she had changed since he had left her.

In all honesty, he didn't want to leave her all those years ago but his life was meant for something else.

John swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump that formed in his throat as he scrambled to stand in front of y/n, not being able to compose himself like THEY had taught him to. How could he pretend to be something else to y/n?

"John is this really you?" her hand shook as she reached out to touch his face, scared that he might disappear when she finally touched him.

John leaned into her touch, he had missed the feeling of her soft warm hands against his cold skin.

"yes. It's me, it's your giant" y/n laughed at the nickname she had given his all those years ago. As he spoke, she saw how the act of this tough guy broke and she could begin to see the real John peek through.

"where did you go?" she asked quietly and john pulled her to sit next to him on the bench.

"why did you leave me, John?." y/n's voice broke slightly as the tears threaten to fall as the anxiety, self-loaf and despair came rushing back. For so long she had blamed herself for john leaving, thinking she had done something wrong.

John held her hand in his, the size difference noticeable as he squeezed it reassuringly.

"y/n, you know who my father is. You know why i had to leave". John sounded defeated as he spoke and y/n sighed.

Of course she knew why he went, she just didn't want it to be true, she wanted him to have better.

Y/n was the only person john trusted to tell about the underground world of mafia bosses and assassins; the world that John was now apart of.

"so…do you-um- kill people?" y/n tried to joke but john could see that she was scared, scared of him.

The one person who he never wanted to hurt was afraid of him. He could tell by the way her grip tightened in his hand, the way she shifted awkwardly as she sat and more obviously, the way she couldn't bare to look him in the eyes.

"yes. I kill people, but they're the bad guys, people who deserve it"

He couldn't lie to her, even if it meant hurting her. Maybe he wanted to hurt her, that way she would be scared away and she would be safe.

He watched as y/n thought for a few seconds before a smile was etched on her face.

"john, i know i should be scared of you, but I know you, the real you. I know you will never hurt me so i'm not scared-"

That was a lie

"-I'm just glad you're back. I missed you giant"

That was the truth.

The next month was spent with john coming and going at all different hours of the day. Sometimes he would come with food and sometimes he would come with deep wounds that y/n would clean for him.

It was 3am, john was at y/n's doorstep blooded and close to death.

He had come to her with worse injuries before but it still scared her to see him so badly hurt.

Between her shaky hands and her practically passing out from the stress, it was more like john was taking care of her, but he had managed to talk her through the simple process of stitching him up.

"why did you come to me to stitch you up? You should have gone to someone professional" y/n ran her hand over her face, a small amount of john's blood now on her cheek.

John shrugged and struggled to stand.

"you're the only one I trust enough at the moment". Y/n froze as she felt her heart swell at the words he spoke so easily.

John moved to sit next to her on the sofa, a small hiss escaping his lips as he pulled at the stitches.

Y/n leaned her head on his shoulder once he got comfortable and she reached out for his hand, tangling them together. She closed her eyes as she relaxed next to him, pretending that they were both careless teenagers again.

That's when y/n felt it underneath her grasp, the cold metal of a ring on his finger. Opening her eyes she took in the sight of a gold wedding ring on his finger and her heart sank.

"john?" she called out as she lifted their still enlaced hands to take a better look at it.

John looked at her confused and she just stared at the ring, unable to form words and hoping he would just understand.

John looked at y/n and how her eyes were glazed over, her attention on his finger. Flicking his eyes to their hands, he felt guilt wash over him.

"Oh don't be mad but im married. It will be 4 months soon".

Y/n wasn't mad, just saddened. Saddened because he didn't think to tell her and saddened that she never got the chance to tell him how she truly felt.

She forced a smile onto her face as she coaxed herself into being happy for John, it's the least he deserved.

"I'm not mad, I'm so happy. Tell me all about her. How did you meet?"

Y/n noticed how his previous stiff demeanor was gone and replaced with a relaxed and happy one as he spoke about his wife.

y/n zoned out as he spoke, unable to focus on his words as her heart broke into millions of pieces.

She only nodded as he spoke, picking up a few things about her. Her name, Helen and that he loved her.

She had lost her second chance at telling him how she felt, but she was not going to lose john for a second time so she decided to bite the bullet and smile.

She repeated the same sentence in her mind, 'do it for him'

"she sounds lovely, john. I'm so happy for you" she hugged john a little to hard as she congratulated him but he didn't have to be a trained assassin to tell when y/n was lying, she was his best friend for many years and he still cared about her.

Maybe he cared a little too much about her.

After an hour of talking, john had left her to go back home and y/n finally let herself completely relax.

Y/n watched as john drove away in the pouring rain, the downfall hiding her own tears. She lifted her hand as she waved goodbye to john and possibly any chance of her calling him hers.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief as she saw him turn the corner and she was once again alone.

Y/n moved to walk away, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed so she could forget about the pain in her chest, but something caught her attention. Someone was moving outside.

The rain and lack of light made it hard to make out a clear image. She squinted to try and get a better look, confused as to who would be standing outside in the rain at 4am.

The longer she stared, the more detail she could make out. It was a man, very tall and wielding a gun in hand, the metal of it glinting in the pale moonlight.

Anyone would be scared if they saw a man outside with a gun but Knowing of the world that John was involved in made things worse, y/n was petrified.

Y/n was frozen in place, not knowing what to do. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, quickly dialling johns number. He would know what to do.

A pounding at the door stopped her from pressing the call button and she jumped. Looking back out the window she could no longer see the figure and her stress level was through the roof.

A loud voice soon broke the silence.

"Let me in" she recognised the voice that echoed through the wooden door and y/n let out a breath of relief. It was John's voice.

Jogging over to the door, she flung it open ready to tell him about the strange man across the street.

"John. Thank God, there was a-"

Her breath caught in her throat as she didn't recognise who was at the door. It wasn't john.

A tall burly man with blonde hair and dressed in a suit stood before her, a smirk on his face and a recorder in hand.

Y/n couldn't comprehend what was going on, she had heard johns voice. So where was he?

The man rewinded the recorder before pressing the play button. The familiar voice of john saying "let me in" came from the device.

"I would have thought John told you to always check who was at the door before opening it. It's a shame really, i was hoping i could find Helen and get to john that way. But you will do just fine, y/n. You see, the baba yaga is weak when it comes to those he cares about, meaning we can kill him"

Y/n stared at him as she gulped, trying to decide what she should do.

Without a moment hesitation she tried to push the door shut, but the man was quicker as he pushed him way in.

Y/n's legs burned as she pushed herself to run through the house and away from the intruder.

Y/n felt a pressure in her leg, stopping her in her tracks as pain shot through her body. The echo of a gunshot drowned out by her beating heart loud in her ears.

She fell to the ground in agony, a scream escaping from her mouth as blood began to pool around her. She looked down at her thigh which was now covered in blood, her fast pulse speeding up the process of her bleeding out. Her hands shook as she grazed over the wound.

The shouts of a man speaking in a foreign language pulled her out of her daze and her adrenaline pushed her to continue to move, to escape.

She tried to stand, the pain unbearable but the risk of being caught was far worse than the pain she was experiencing.

Limping, she moved to the back door, hoping to escape and get someone's help.

She was inches from it, escape was within her grasp but luck was not in her favour.

Her hair was yanked back with force and she was pulled to the ground.

She let out a scream as her leg twisted awkwardly from the counter force.

The man stood above her and looked down pitifully.

"you shouldn't have run. You made me shoot you and the boss is not going to be happy about receiving damaged goods"

"please" she sobbed out "what do you want from me? I can give you money if you want. Please just let me go" the man laughed deeply at her futile efforts of bargaining.

"we want John and you will bring him right to us".

Y/n let out a whimper as her hopes of waking up from the nightmare slipped away.

"so i'm sorry i have to do this but we need to move this along. This may hurt" The man offered her a genuine apologetic smile before delivering one swift punch to y/n's face, rendering her unconscious and at the mercy of this man.

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HOLIC - 17 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: some angst

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In the middle of the exhausting workday – the sleepless night you’ve had before today must have contributed to your low emotional threshold a great deal, but, then again, Tuesdays were the first work day for the gallery so the workload wasn’t anything new – you were surprised by another text from Jiho. You hadn’t heard from him since you declined his offer to meet up for lunch today, but he texted you again just as you were fixing the frame of one of the paintings after a customer complained that it was uneven and, therefore, ruined the picture he’d been trying to take.

Calmly trying to explain that no pictures were allowed in the gallery ended up being a bad choice because you got scolded – as if it was you who hadn’t followed the gallery rules – so, needless to say, you weren’t in a particularly good mood when you finally read Jiho’s texts.

It was heart-warming that he mentioned wanting to see you but after all the drama at home with Jaebum and the amount of work you had to do here at the gallery, you really didn’t think you had the emotional capacity to remain polite and nice to Jiho. You could only take so much scolding before you had to scold someone yourself.

You ended up having to persevere, though, because you simply couldn’t come up with an excuse that would sound kind enough – given the fact that he was only in the city on Tuesdays – and wouldn’t make you seem like you were slowly starting to ghost him.

You liked Jiho. You just didn’t think you had enough time for him and he didn’t deserve to be neglected like this. No one did.

“Hey,” you said, putting on your customer service smile – the only one you were able to put on at the moment – when you saw Jiho standing at the far end of the gallery, near the staff exit. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he smiled upon seeing you. “How are you? Is today really bad?”

“Ah, it always is,” you replied. “But don’t worry, I’ll pull through. Did you meet anyone about your exhibition yet?”

“No, that’s after lunch,” Jiho said, his eyes always glittering whenever the topic turned to his future photography exhibition at your gallery. He was very excited about it and this made your smile start to feel a little more natural. “I have a free hour until then, and I know you told me you’re busy, but I was hoping you’d find, at least, five free minutes to get something to eat with me?”

You glanced at the watch on your hand. “I guess I can spare you fifteen minutes.”

He chuckled, glad that you found the time although he knew he essentially left you no choice.

“That’s good,” he said. “Let’s get coffee too, then.”

You only had enough time to get coffee from the vending machine because the closest café was ten minutes away and, obviously, the coffee here tasted stale, but both you and Jiho were young artists, so you’ve tasted worse. The bagels, on the other hand, were amazing, but Jiho refused to reveal where he’d gotten them from.

“If you’re able to get them on your own,” he said, “I’ll never see you. You’ll be too busy for me.”

You chuckled sadly. “Sorry. There’s been a lot going on lately.”

“I don’t blame you,” Jiho said gently. “There’s actually this event I’ll be hosting soon, so I’ve been preparing for it. It’s the reason why I didn’t text you as much. I figured I’d rather tell you about it in person.”

“What event?”

“I wanted to organize a private screening of my photographs before the exhibition here,” he revealed. “And I found the perfect restaurant that was willing to rent the place for me this Friday night. I’d like you to come.”

You loved attending private shows – although you’ve only been to three your whole life and all three of the photographers were your friends from university who were only doing the shows because they needed the grade – so you didn’t hesitate before nodding.

“I’d love to come,” you said, genuinely excited. “Will it be here in the city?”

“Yeah,” Jiho nodded, looking more relieved now that you’d agreed to come. “I’ll text you the address.”

“Great,” you smiled. “Can I get a hint about the exhibition itself, though? Is there a theme?”

“Uh…” he thought about it for a moment while he toyed with the wrapper of his bagel. “Sort of. I’d like to keep it a secret for now, though. I will be using one of your pictures.”

You stopped chewing in confusion, but then continued quickly because you didn’t want to talk with your mouth full and you simply couldn’t not ask what he was talking about.

“What do you mean?” you questioned, unaware of the frown that had appeared on your face. “What picture?”

“The one I took of you on the night we met,” he explained and your mind returned to the walk by the riverside after you’d met Jiho at Mark’s bar. He’d taken a few pictures of you but you figured he only did it as a joke. He was supposed to already be done with the preparations for his exhibition at that time. “Don’t look so alarmed, you look wonderful in it. It’s definitely one of my best ones.”

“Oh,” you looked down, feeling a slight blush creep up on your cheeks although you weren’t sure if you should have felt honored or slightly angered that he was going to use your picture without your consent. “Well, um, thank you for letting me be your model, I guess.”

Jiho laughed at this, presumably taking your awkwardness for shyness. “Thank you for modeling for me. You’re a natural.”

“Hmm,” you mumbled and finished your bagel in a few quick bites, hoping to come up with a way to change the topic to something else – preferably something that made you less conflicted and did not make you debate whether you should have yelled at the first professional photographer who had used you as a model. “Will you be staying in the city until the end of the week, then?”

“No,” he answered, sighing. “Unfortunately, I have some business to take care of back home. One of my friends owns a gallery there and he’s been looking for someone to help him run the business.”

“Really?” you were surprised to hear this. You haven’t seen Jiho in less than a week and he already had so many new things going on – honestly, you had to try very hard not to feel jealous of all of these opportunities he was getting. “I never pegged you for someone who’d like the paperwork. You’re an artist through and through.”

Jiho smiled appreciatively. “Thank you. But I wouldn’t be dealing with paperwork. I’d be the lead juror in a team of three people who, basically, get to decide which works to exhibit at the gallery, to put it simply. I think it’ll be fun. This way I’d be playing on the other side of the field and maybe that will teach me a thing or two.”

This made sense, you had to admit. It even made you momentarily consider changing your career as well – you didn’t even dare to apply to galleries to have an exhibition of your own – because judging other photographers somehow sounded much easier than being judged yourself.

“Anyway, it’s still a job that’s related to photography. Maybe I’ll find inspiration there,” he continued. “And I’ll get to help out some up-and-coming artists, so that’s also... cool.”

Suddenly, Jiho reminded you Jaebum – who was also helping young artists get their big break – and you were surprised to feel your smile widen despite the many confusing emotions you’d experienced when he had revealed the truth about his exhibition.

“That’s really nice,” you said, a newfound affection blooming inside of your heart all of a sudden. You just weren’t sure whom it was for. “Young artists need more people like you.”

“Yeah,” Jiho said and then – probably because he wasn’t good at taking praise – changed the topic. “So, I’ll see you on Friday, right? It’d mean a lot to me if you came.”

“Yeah,” you said, sounding even more assured than before and seemingly forgetting the misunderstanding of your picture being exhibited at his show. It didn’t seem like that big of a deal when compared to all the other problems you had to deal with. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Jiho left for his meeting shortly after your lunch – if a bagel could count as lunch – but not before you and him shared a quick hug. It wasn’t the first time you’ve hugged but this time it felt slightly more romantic. When you hugged after he’d walked you home that first time, it barely lasted a second. This hug was more comfortable and it gave you hopes that perhaps Jiho didn’t mind waiting for you while you attempted to deal with your seemingly useless job and your utterly exhausting relationship with your roommate – not that Jiho knew of Jaebum.

All things considered, you felt better than you usually did when you got home. Perhaps it was thanks to Jiho -- although he brought more confusion than joy into your life today, -- or perhaps it was because no other customer yelled at you after you got back to work. You weren’t going to question your mood because this was one of the first Tuesdays you didn’t feel like murdering anyone.

But then you got home and you could almost physically feel the unresolved tension between you and Jaebum.

He was home, you could tell from the faint sound of music coming from his room. Not wanting to disturb him, you moved through the hallway quietly, only daring to exhale when you were in your bedroom. You didn’t want to ruin your semi-decent mood by seeing Jaebum’s disappointed eyes again, or worse, by getting into a fight with him.

After changing into sweats, you gathered enough courage to go back out there and get yourself some food. As soon as you closed the door of your bedroom and turned around to head for the kitchen, however, you realized that tiptoeing wasn’t going to be necessary because Jaebum was already leaning against the fridge, watching you.

“Hi,” he said once your eyes landed on his. You weren’t able to read his mood.

“Hey,” you replied carefully. “Any food in the fridge?”

“Yeah, lots,” he said. “None of it is pre-cooked like I assume you’d like, though.”

“It’s fine,” you said, sitting down on the stool by the kitchen island. Talking to him about something so casual after the dismissal he’d given you last night made you feel uneasy. “I’ll just make myself a sandwich or something. Not in the mood to make anything fancy.”

“Yeah,” he nodded and then, not wasting any time, proceeded to send your heart into a frenzy, “uh—we should talk, I guess, right?”

You inhaled sharply – an automatic reaction already. When Jiho wanted to talk to you, it was because he wanted to invite you to his private photography show. You had a feeling Jaebum wasn’t going to invite you anywhere, given the circumstances, and you were about to get yelled at to make up for the lack of scolding you experienced at the gallery today. And, although you’d wanted him to open up and let you in on what he was feeling, now you weren’t so sure if you were prepared for all that he had to say.

“I guess so, yeah,” you said, knowing that there was no way out of this. Although, you could have always sprinted out of the kitchen and locked yourself in your bedroom if things got too hard to handle.

“Sorry I bailed on you last night,” Jaebum said, putting the plastic water bottle he’d been holding on the island between the two of you.

“It’s alright,” you said, swallowing. He really shouldn’t have been the one apologizing here. “I understand where you’re coming from.”

Jaebum nodded and then, finally, started to speak.

“I had some time to think about this since I couldn’t sleep the whole night—” he said. It was funny because you haven’t slept either. “—and I guess, I decided that I really shouldn’t feel angry about any of this.”

You would have felt relieved – in fact, the first glimpses of the blissful escape from a huge argument were already lingering nearby – but you had heard him say he was disappointed last night, so you didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself and waited for him to continue instead.

“You actually solved my problem for me,” he explained. “Suji called and she said we shouldn’t see each other anymore, whatever that means coming from her. I know I’ve never heard her say this to anyone before so I’m not sure how you managed, and I also don’t know how much truth there is to her words. She’s usually serious about things she says but... I’ve never heard her say something like this. Maybe she’s never been confronted by anyone in her life before, I don’t know.”

You swallowed slowly. “I was worried she’d send an army after me.”

“She—no,” Jaebum laughed in surprise. “I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t put it past her, but, although I don’t know what she’s feeling, I don’t think she’ll be trying to kill you or do anything you’re obviously thinking she’ll do. She claimed she’s going to delete my number, actually, which was, once again, a statement I never thought I’d hear her make. Now, I don’t know, maybe she’ll change her mind tomorrow or a week from now and then show up on my doorstep again, but maybe…things are changing.”

“You really think so?” you raised your eyebrows. You’d been curious what was it that Suji had said to him but you didn’t think you were expecting to hear this. Your heart kept banging against your ribcage as you listened to Jaebum speak and you couldn’t find the right words to congratulate him because you weren’t sure what was appropriate anymore. “That’s—good for you.”

“Yeah,” Jaebum said, only glancing at you to give you an agreeing nod, but then looking away again. “On the other hand, though… I am disappointed because you did this behind my back. More specifically, after I asked you not to.”

Your stomach sunk as you lowered your eyes. The excitement that his previous confession had created in your chest had dulled immediately. You wanted him to talk to you instead of shutting you out and now that he finally got himself together to actually tell you what was on his mind, you had miscalculated just how guilty you would feel.

“I-I don’t have a good explanation for that,” you admitted. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t like the way you were choosing to handle this and I… went ahead and did everything my way. I really wasn’t going to do this, though. I meant it when I told you I wouldn’t meet up with her to talk about you. But I guess that doesn’t mean much now.”

“I think that’s what disappointed me the most,” he told you and your eyes finally met when you both dared to move your shy gazes away from the kitchen island between you and look at each other instead. “You immediately assumed my way of dealing with this was wrong while yours was right. And while in this case that might be true, I still didn’t ask for your help, you know what I mean? And even if you weren’t going to do this initially, deep inside you still wanted to do it and, obviously, nothing I said could have changed that. You did help me—thank you—but—”

“I’m not asking you to thank me,” you cut him off and then realized you didn’t really have much else to say. “Sorry. Continue, please. I just—I want you to know that I feel bad about this. Suji was… a lot more than I could handle. I had replied to her texts – and I take full responsibility for it, I really shouldn’t have done that – but I only met up with her in hopes of getting her off my back. But then she started to talk about your relationship as if it was the best, most perfect thing in the world, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t listen to her delusional words because I could almost see her hitting you when you told her something she didn’t like. I could hear her ordering you around and taking control of your life. I had to say something and I did. I said a whole lot. I’m sorry.”

Jaebum didn’t know if he was breathing while you talked. He was only aware of the look in your eyes once the final words left your lips and the mixed feelings he’d been experiencing since last night only seemed to make him even more confused.

He’d asked you not to do this and you weren’t going to, but eventually, you ended up not being able to resist it – and not because of selfish reasons, but on the contrary; you were, for the lack of a better expression, forced to defend his honor. The bitterness of you going against his will was still there, but so was gratitude, admiration and understanding, and so was something else. But Jaebum didn’t want to focus on the swelling of his heart right now.

He didn’t know if he would have done the same if your roles had been reversed – he probably wouldn’t have, but not because he didn’t want to help you, but rather because, while he seemed to argue with you every chance he got, he wasn’t exactly fantastic at explaining his own emotions, so he knew he’d do even worse if he had to explain yours – but he could see your reasons.

While the two of you had your similarities – a lot of them, too – you also had your differences, which, in this case, seemed to compliment each other in the most messed up way possible. It was as if it was obvious that these two puzzle pieces – his inability to confront his problems and your ability to do just that – were meant to fit together in order to create a beautiful picture, and yet it took immense strength and determination to squeeze those pieces together.

So, although the disappointment was still there – the emotion was too fresh to go away – Jaebum felt some of the tension he’d been feeling disappear in a relieving and uplifting way.

“Uh…” he started to say, lost and distracted from his initial train of thought. “I get that. You didn’t do it to spite me. I-I just don’t want you to always do everything your way. I’ve had people make decisions for me my whole life and I just want someone to listen to what I say for once. And I mean really listen—not... just consider what I say before disregarding all of it and then doing everything the way they seem fit.”

“I’m sorry,” you said again, saddened by the carefully hidden vulnerability in his voice. It shone through his eyes when he looked at you. “I overestimated myself and I didn’t hear you. This wasn’t my problem to deal with—I’m sorry. But I will listen to you. I promise I won’t meddle with your problems again and if I do end up doing it anyway, whether accidentally or not, I’ll listen to what you tell me. Seriously listen this time.”

You didn’t know why you made the—clumsy—promise – under different circumstances, you’d have felt almost ashamed to say these words as, in a way, they seemed to condescend you in his eyes and, despite everything, you still had quite a bit of pride left in you – but when the anxiety seemed to fade from Jaebum’s face and he allowed himself to smile a little, you were sure you would have promised a hundred more things just to see his features relax even more.

“Thank you,” he said, choosing to give you the benefit of the doubt, despite still feeling glints of fear in his stomach. Jaebum didn’t just not want something like this to happen again. He was terrified of it. But while giving second chances wasn’t something that was new to him, he didn’t exactly feel as though his forgiveness was a second chance for you because he didn’t think you’d lost the first one.

While this fight might have been the most serious fight you’ve had so far and it even made Jaebum consider staying away from the apartment for a while so he wouldn’t have to talk to you, not one of the many emotions that he’d felt was severe enough to make him consider moving out and risk never seeing you again. Truth be told, he couldn’t figure out why he was suddenly so attached to you but he had far too many thoughts in his head to worry about that.

“So, we’re good?” you asked after a moment, your voice far too hopeful for your liking.

Jaebum blinked, distancing himself from his thoughts and returning to you.

“Well, as good as you and I can get, knowing our tendency to, uh, fight about everything,” he said, grinning.

You chuckled, unexplainably glad to hear the lightness of his voice. “That’s true.”

“I’m—not sure what the next move here is,” he said, staring at you awkwardly for a second or two. “Do we… hug it out?”

Not thinking much of it, you stood up from the stool and walked around the kitchen island.

“Sure,” you said. “Let’s consolidate this so hopefully, we won’t have to fight about the same thing again.”

“What an optimistic thing to say,” Jaebum commented skeptically and you laughed again. It felt so nice to laugh in his presence after you thought you’d never get to do that.

You noticed him smile at the sound of your laughter before he wrapped his arms around your waist in a soft hug. It wasn’t really supposed to be meaningful – or you were sure Jaebum would have run away from it – but, rather, a playful way to end an argument that could have had serious consequences, and yet, as soon as you hugged him back, not failing to notice how soft his hoodie was or how nice he smelled, you found your breath hitching.

You had thought your hugs with Jiho had improved and yet, that hug with him felt like an awkward embrace with a family member you’ve never met before in comparison to your hug with Jaebum. You’d hugged Jiho because you had to and the only thing it symbolized was that you were more than acquaintances. You and Jaebum had hugged because of so many other reasons: because you didn’t know how else to voice the things you wanted to say to each other, because, in a way, the hug was inevitable, because you’d been craving this simple form of affection after so many hours of fighting, and, most importantly, because you didn’t want to lose each other.

It was like all the butterflies in your stomach have been in hibernation but Jaebum’s close proximity woke them all up and now they were flapping their wings wildly all around your body. You were starting to fear Jaebum wouldn’t just feel the rapid beating of your heart against his chest but also manage to read through all the other emotions that his embrace had caused you to feel.

You weren’t sure what you thought of any of them.

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loveseungs · 6 years

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happy birthday to our favorite dancing gem with a 4D personality !!

↠ pairing: violinist!lee know x pianist!reader ↠ word count: 12.8k words [yes,, indeed,,,,,] ↠ warnings: female reader ↠ genre: enemies to lovers au, absolute tooth-rotting, cavity-inducing, heart-fluttering fluff ↠ summary: In all his life, lee minho had never been desperate. But, in the moment his accompanist had ditched him, it was as if desperate was all he felt.

- you were part of the top students of your level, notorious for being one of the most hardworking and competitive people there were - often times, you’d decline invites to hang just so that you could study for upcoming tests. acing them was a must for you despite your looming desires to get some spice in your life - but honestly who has time for drama lol - anyway one time in class you were finishing up a project wherein you had to build a diorama of some sort out of trash objects - yours was turning out to be quite nice. it was a beautiful structure of a traditional korean house, and you were really proud! it took u days to finish the project and it really felt like your hard work paid off - when the bell rung, your teacher told you to pack away and allowed you to bring your projects home to work on them - with the utmost care and gentleness, you carried yours out of the classroom, thinking about what other lil’ embellishments u could add to make it dazzle - if you could find some spare, broken jade pieces you could form into some nice designs for the exterior, that’d really float ur boat - halfway into mentally designing some accents for your project, you could hear the quick and erratic tapping of school shoes on the floor. - your first instinct was panic because u knew people were running and did not plan on letting them destroy the product of ur blood sweat and tears for the past week - you stood aside quickly in attempts not to get in the way of those running in the hallway - when you looked up, lee minho and some other people were rushing through - it wasn’t like it was hard to know something about lee minho. he was only the top student of your level and one of the best musicians in your school’s orchestra - you worked so hard just to surpass him, but somehow, he was able to maintain his monster of a rank in the academic ladder. - plus, it didn’t help that he was your classmate and that your competitive spirit ignited three times more passionate when he scored the best in class - being second sucked, but what could you do except work harder, right? - anyway, his entire face looked panicked and the least you could say about his hair was that it was disheveled, but he was running towards you and he was running fast, violin case in one hand and a bunch of books in the other - would this be an interesting fic if nothing happened - of course not - you guessed it fellas - with that atrocity of a violin case came the demise of your beautiful korean house - bam - he’d accidentally toppled over your project and just like that, it shattered to the floor - rest in pieces haha literally - completely flabbergasted, it took seconds for you to realize the implications of your current situation. - if things could not get worse, that jerk of a boy did not even stop and proceeded to turn a corner in a rush - you were unsure of how to react - watching the whole situation unfold, your best friend, changbin, hurried over to you to help you pick up the remnants of what’d once been such a beautiful diorama - “holy heck, [y/n]! you alright?” changbin asked in a panic, bending down to scoop up whatever he could - tears started to form in your eyes as the thought of having to redo your project all over again danced in your mind. You had a test tomorrow and didn’t even know if you’d have time to study for that now that your project (which, mind you, was due in TWO days) practically didn’t exist. - was sleep even an option? as the seconds flew, you were paralyzed in the moment. Stress began to hit you like a brick and you wanted to shoot lee minho and then yourself - “[y/n]! please don’t cry, we’ll do something about this—I promise. That absolute jerk! Let’s talk to Mr. Park, I’m sure he’ll understand,” Changbin assured you, looking up from the floor. “Do people not even have common courtesy nowadays? The least he could have done was apologize! Damn, I’m so pissed! I’m so sorry this had to happen.” - it was so difficult to speak. You eventually bent down to help Changbin pick up your fractured Korean house. - “Thanks Changbin,” you mumbled, letting out a deep and frustrated sigh. “Come with me to Mr. Park? I’ll ask if I can get an extension.” - Changbin nodded, taking a half of your load with him. “Yeah, yeah. What happened? I heard some running, then a crash, and next thing I know, my best friend’s project’s been jeopardized. Do you want me to help you rebuild it? I’m already almost done with mine.” - “That son of a—” you began, cutting yourself off. “I don’t know. His violin case bumped into my diorama and before I knew it, I no longer had a diorama. I bet you that was on purpose. Just because I beat him in the last test? I didn’t know he was so petty. I swear, he’s always trying to one-up me!” - Once you got home, you gently laid down the broken pieces of your project on your desk and threw your bag on the floor. Before you decided to pull an all-nighter in attempts to do a two-week project in only a couple of days, you flipped open the cover of your piano and started to play, letting your anger and frustration out as you pressed on the ivory keys. - it was going to be a long night. You might as well’ve started it off on a good note.

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-“Ssaem!” Minho groaned, not comprehending his current situation. “You can’t just deduct points from me like this! It was an accident!” - if mr. park was going to deal w someone today, it was not lee minho fellas - “You didn’t even bother to say sorry or help me, at least!” you shrieked, shooting daggers at Minho with your eyes. - “That’s—” the boy started, “well, I’m sorry! It was an accident! I was in a rush!” - “And now, thanks to you, I’m also in a rush! Do you know how many points this project is worth? Thirty percent!” you yelled, exasperated. - “Students!” Mr. Park cleared his throat. “Mr. Lee, I’m expecting you to either spend one hour every day for the next three days after school to help Ms. [L/N]. Otherwise, I’ll have to transfer your points to her.” - “Ssaem!” Minho grumbled once more. - Your eyes widened at your teacher’s suggestion. “Ssaem, I’d rather get only one day of extension rather than three days stuck with him!” - “Do you really mean that, Ms. [L/N]?” Mr. Park challenged, adjusting his glasses. - “I-I…” you trailed off. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m just quite stressed. I’d be glad to take those three days of extension. Thank you for your consideration.” - “And you, Mr. Lee?” - Minho sighed, rubbing his temples. “Ssaem, I have practice! The concert I’m representing the school in is soon, you know that!” - “Okay, then I will simply transfer 5% of your final project grade to Ms. [L/N].” - “Alright, alright!” Minho snapped. “I’ll do it, sir! Please don’t deduct points from me—I am sorry for my behavior. May I get to practice now?” - “You are both dismissed. Ms. [L/N], I will meet you in the faculty room on Friday for your presentation. Mr. Lee, I will ensure you that I’ll be checking if you’re truly helping her. Go now, it’s going to get late.” - With that, you two bowed respectfully and headed out the faculty office. - “You don’t need to help me out. I just complied because I really need that three days of extension. I’ll tell Mr. Park that you helped me out or whatever. Just go and do your practice thing,” you mumbled, not daring to meet Minho’s eyes. - “Whatever. If you weren’t standing in the hallway that day, we’d not be in this situation,” he snarled, shoving his hands in his pockets. - “Excuse me?” you piped up, folding your arms. “You were the one running! Running isn’t even allowed in the halls!” - “I—” Minho attempted to retort, but ended up fumbling with his hair in frustration. “I’m going! I need to practice.” - “Jerk.” - “What did you say?” - “I thought you had practice? If you won’t go first, I will. Don’t bother thinking about this anymore, since you clearly don’t care about anyone but yourself. Bye, Minho.” - In that moment, something inside Lee Minho snapped open, the strings of his heart aching in fury. If words were weapons, yours was a dagger, slowly but surely inflicting great hurt to the boy. Minho dragged his feet into the opposite direction, clenching his fists until he could feel his nails digging into the top of his palms.

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- you waited patiently in the library for Changbin to come help you fix your project, but time was ticking and you didn’t want to waste it. - so, as you waited, you started mending the cracked fragments of one of the Korean house’s walls, gently gluing two pieces together. To give it a cleaner finish, you used craft glue and white paint to conceal the cracks. - just then, a message appeared on your phone. - binnie boy: sorry, [y/n]. don’t hate me for this, but I need to go home early. noona came home from college and my parents want to me spend time w/ her. Im so sorry ill help you tomorrow - you couldn’t blame him, but your heart sunk in your chest - there was just so much to do. after fixing the walls, you needed to replace all the furniture inside the house and fix the exterior. you didn’t even want to think of your upcoming math test—you still couldn’t even understand some of the lessons. if you flunked that, you might as well’ve said goodbye to your high ranking on the academic ladder. could you bear to deal with the disappointment when your report card came out? stress gnawed at you; tears threatened to start filling your eyes. this week was going to be utterly horrible and it’d just started yesterday. there was too much to do in too little time— - “move over,” came a low voice, a hand tapping you from behind. - you mustered all your strength to conceal the looming impulse to start crying and turned your head to the owner of that voice - goodness gracious u wanted to scream !! - why the flippity flop was lee minho standing behind u ???? why was the world against u :((((( - “the hell are you doing here?” you snapped, not budging. “thought you had practice.” - minho sighed, “look, i just don’t want to be that guy who messes people up and doesn’t take credit for it. i don’t particularly like feeling like a jerk.” - “if you’re here to satiate your own moral codes and do something so that you can feel all heroic about, just forget it. I don’t want your pity party, and frankly, I don’t want to uplift you into thinking you’re less of an atrocity than you really are.” - “no, that’s not what I meant. I just really feel mean and I thought about what you said about me being selfish and stuff, so I want to help you. I’m willing to sacrifice at least thirty minutes if you’ll let me help you. I’m planning to be late for practice today. but sure. if you really don’t want my help, then don’t take it.” - you were taken aback. minho? everyone knew that he’d always turn down any after-school activity to go play the violin, even if it was an activity no one would wanna miss. this was some big stuff, chief - “do what you want, but I’m still mad at you. I still have to study for math after this to make up for my pathetic lack of knowledge, so if you could help me cut the time in two, just start helping me repair these walls,” you mumbled, scooting over a little bit to make space for the boy. “glue the broken ones together and then coat them with glue and paint to conceal the cracks.” - he nodded. “you still don’t understand math?” - “are you mocking me? sorry for not being the top one, Minho.” - “would you stop antagonizing me? i was going to ask if you want me to explain it to you while we fix these walls. I know you want to do well on the test.” - you raised a brow. “I thought you didn’t pay attention to anyone? I mean, you’re never around for long.” - minho looked at you with offense. “do you really think me to be that self-indulged? besides, I’m highly aware of those in the top of our class. you need to know who competitors are, you know. just because I don’t hang around with our classmates much doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about them.” - “my bad,” you answered. “you kinda like, don’t talk to anyone except the people in the music building.” - “I just… don’t see the need to converse.” - “I like the theory that you’re married to your violin better, though.” - “Look, do you want help in math or not?” - “No, as a matter of fact, I don’t. I’ll figure it out myself, thanks.” - “You sure? Last time I checked, you barely passed the seatwork we had last week.” - “How do you know that?” - “Oh, I keep tabs on people who threaten my ranking.” - “Aren’t you a sweet little snowflake?” - “I’m just trying to offer you assistance, so there’s no need to be so uptight. But, if you’re so insistent, at least I’ll be able to maintain my top spot when you flunk.” - You rolled your eyes. “Don’t get so cocky. Just because I don’t get it doesn’t mean I won’t by the time the test comes around.” - lmao who were u kidding tho u lowkey needed his help but u didn’t want him to know that - pride is a thing folks - u both were full of it - anyway u continued fixing the walks of ur project while casually speaking in the corner of the library, making sure not to make too much noise as you worked - even if you were still quite uncomfortable with minho because of his attitude towards being a top student and the fact that he was the cause of your extra stress for the next few days, the whole meetup went surprisingly well - after what seemed to be an hour of endless banter and project mending, minho checked his phone and almost jumped in his seat - “!! i’m late for being late to practice!! hell!! bye!!” - you didn’t even get the chance to bid farewell to the boy who quietly fast-walked to the exit of the library - he almost hit a shelf and the librarian glared at him, but he still ended up bolting towards the music room as soon as he stepped out - you rolled your eyes - he was still annoying but more tolerable, at least

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- “bin, please u gotta” - “[Y/N], bold of u to assume I even understand the lesson” - “wdym??? Aren’t u good at math??” - “screw math!! Why do u think I pursued music and not numbers??” - “but u got high scores last time!!” - “we all did, though??? The topic last week was easy!!” - “im so screwed I still have a 20% chance of making mistakes!!” - “damn!! what r u so worried about?? at least u’ll pass” - “no but I have a rank, fam!! Holy crap im going to go insane” - “mm? what’s this?? Oh, is this your so-called ‘understanding’ the lesson, [y/n]?” - you turned around and there minho stood, a simper dancing on his face. U wanted to punch him - “shame, really. If only someone could help you” - changbin eyed the newcomer. “what’s he doing here, [y/n]?” - “he’s supposed to be in practice, so I’m not sure,” you answered, glaring at minho - geez let the man live, reader - “oh, I’m supposed to help [y/n] fix her project” - “go practice or whatever, minho. changbin’s here anyway” - “only for another ten minutes, though,” changbin mumbled, and you whipped ur head to him faster than lighting - “what?!” - “i told u!! noona’s home for the next few days and my fam wants me home as much as possible!! I love u [y/n] but duty calls” - “I thought you were my best friend,” you sulked, shoulders drooping. “whatever,, I’ll just,, fix this on my own I guess” - “are u guys really gonna just ignore my presence like this or??” minho piped up, still standing- “bin please don’t leave me here with cocky instrument man”

- “to be fair, you can get cocky and you play an instrument, too,” changbin teased, ruffling your hair. “I have ten more minutes, so let’s make this worthwhile?” - “guys?? Hello?? are you guys really this rude usually??” minho interrupted once again, scratching his head. - “you’re the one who busted [y/n]’s project up without apologies,” changbin began in your defense. - you panicked, not wanting to be mean. “uh!! No it’s okay he apologized and stuff. Um, he’s just here because Mr. Park made him. It’s okay, he was tolerable yesterday” - “he came to you yesterday?” changbin made a face, - “only because you ditched me, changbin,” you rolled your eyes. - poor minho was starting to feel awkward - “if you don’t need me—” - you instantaneously grabbed his wrist by reflex “nO!! hold up!!” - WHOOPS - you let go immediately and waved ur hand in front of you. “just sit there!! It’s going to take forever if I fix my diorama by myself. i really need to buy time, sorry.” - “what’s on your plate anyway?” minho questioned, a smirk creeping up on his face. You, whose eyes became glued to your project, didn’t notice though. - “This, proofreading the ten-page essay to accompany it, and studying for two tests. It’s a busy week, I guess,” you answered, sighing. - “I finished putting these two walls together. Gotta run, [Y/N], Minho. See you both tomorrow,” Changbin announced, standing up. - “Already?” you pouted. “Fine. Thanks, Binnie. Say hi to your sister for me!” - And with that, it was once again just the two of you - “If I finish all the repairs today in under thirty minutes, I’ll be able to get an extra thirty minutes to study for math…” you mumbled carelessly, attaching the two walls Changbin’d fixed up to the base of the diorama. “Ooh, but I need to continue to write that cursed essay…” - your eyes trailed off to minho, who was quietly working on the pieces you’d told him to fix - I mean, u could just,,, ask him - ASDLKJKJKJLKLSKSKS - NO - FOOL!! - s IMPLE, BASIC RULE #1: ENEMIES DON’T FEED U BREAD - u couldn’t. he wouldn’t, anyway. but you were growing desperate and if there was one person who’d know— - “I’d like to think you’re staring because I’m attractive, but the more you keep your eyes on me, the more I feel that you’re boring a hole in my forehead.” - FLIPPITY FLOP U NEED TO STOP, LEE M I N H O - asdfghjkl if u didn’t ace the next math test tho,,,, u might be overtaken by the people in the lower ranks - golly why were u born competitive - “ifisaidineededhelpinmathwouldyougivemefifteenminuteofyourtime??” you grumbled quickly - “if ur gonna speak u might consider making urself understandable” - “im sorry but I need your help in math” - “again?” - “I don’t understand this one particular math lesson, and would appreciate it if you could help me because our math test’s tomorrow. I don’t wanted to be screwed.” - “I couldn’t quite catch that.” - at this poINT, U WERE READY 2 THROW HANDS, SIS - “I NEED YOU TO HELP ME IN MATH!” - the librarian shot u both a glare and put a finger to her lips - hhholy crap - that simper minho wore a while ago was BACK AND THE SMUG LOOK WAS ONCE AGAIN DANCING ON HIS FACE LIKE A TAUNT - U WANTED TO SHRIVEL UP IN A HOLE AND SLEEP FOR LIKE A MILLION YEARS but also dropkick him (✿◉‿◉)🗡 - “u know what,, forget it just go to practice—I’ll finish this up myself.” you slumped back in your seat, wanting to crawl into ur bed and scream in ur pillow - “you get impatient with equations. listen, if you stop rushing, you’ll get there. look at this problem.” - slowly, he started explaining the questions one-by-one and you began to… understand - WHAT??? KNOWLEDGE AND UNDERSTANDING?? IN M Y HOUSE? - “go check with your calculator,” minho urged, painting the last wall piece for your diorama. - you punched in the numbers and lo and behold, u managed to perfect every problem minho gave you to practice - except one because u can get stupid sometimes and u simply forgot that 6 times 8 was 48 and not 42 - lmao mood - ur face lit up and u started quietly clapping ur hands together - “minho!!! i did it!! look!! holy heck,, they’re right!!” ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ - “yea but not perfect bc ur dumb” - “stop,, u know how fried brains can get while working w numbers,,,, im H UMAN” - “Well,” Minho began, attaching the final piece to ur diorama, “I finished up the structure of the diorama. Gotta go, I’m fifteen minutes late to being late.” - u glanced at ur phone and voila he was right yall’d already spent like,, forty-five minutes - ???? already???? - time flies when ur having fun i guess lmao ( ͡☉ ͜ʖ ͡☉) - “!!!!! Okay!! By the way, since the music room’s near the campus store, can you buy some paints for the diorama?? Let’s spend tomorrow decorating it. I’ll bring embellishments.” - Minho slung his backpack on one shoulder and his violin case on the other. “You finally want me to come over and help, huh? It’s only been two days since you wanted to stab me and now you’re already looking forward to seeing me. Ah~ I have irresistible charm.” - You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “You’re disgusting. Don’t forget, I’m still holding a knife to your neck. I’m awfully close to getting top one.” - “Once you stop being careless while multiplying, maybe I’ll be threatened.” - “Get to practice, Lee Minho.” - “No ‘thanks so much for helping me, minho!!’?” - “You’re the one who broke my project. If it wasn’t broken, I’d have plenty of time to find someone else to help me.” - “Yeah right, like ‘Binnie’ will increase your chances of overtaking me.” - “Goodbye, Minho.”

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- when you arrived home, your mom held up a piece of colored paper with printed details on it - “what’s this?” she asked, watching you untie your shoelaces. - you squinted at the paper, trying to make out what it was. “ah, that’s just a flyer someone gave me. that competition’s in four months and it’s for serious musicians. i was going to ask you if it’d be fine to watch it with my friends.” - she shook her head. “honey, don’t you want to compete?” - you set down your backpack and took off your socks. “n-no? i’ve barely prepared for it. it’s too late now. Even four months of preparation would be rushing it.” - “but you’ve been working hard on your latest piece. don’t you at least want to show it off?” - LMAO NO - you laughed. “mom, you know I hate playing in front of people.” - “you’re fantastic, though!” - “and you’re my mom!” - she smiled. “well, if you insist. who’re you going to be with and how are you going to go?” - “Changbin and his friends can take me. What’s for dinner?” - “I was going to whip up your favorite, but I actually wanted to make my favorite more.” - “mom!!”

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- “your score?” - “perfect. and you?” - “we tied,” minho announced, holding up his paper. “not bad. but then again, this is still technically my victory, since I taught you.” - “it was out of convenience, really, that i asked you. and you owed me big-time,” you fired back, painting intricate designs on your still-unfinished Korean house diorama. - it was the last day before your big presentation for the diorama project that the boy in front of you so conveniently broke the other day. which means this was the last time you’d ever need to hang out in the library with him,, thankfully - he chuckled. “whatever you say, miss multiplication.” - “I checked my answers three times! I deserved this perfect score just as much as the next person! Just because I made a mistake once doesn’t mean I’ll make it again.” - “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Anyway, Changbin mentioned before that you play an instrument. I’ve been curious. Which one?” Minho inquired, resting his chin on his hand. - a drop of sweat trickled down your forehead. you didn’t really like flaunting that particular fact… - “um. piano… I don’t really like to show others, though. The only sorta public thing I’ve ever done asides from play in front of my family for gatherings is play some keys for Changbin and his band because the keyboardist fell sick during their gig.” - “Classical or contemporary?” - “both?? i’m trained classically so it’s not hard to switch to contemporary.” - “interesting,” minho nodded, “favorite composer?” - “I love most of the romantic-era pianists and Fritz Kriesler.” - “kriesler’s a violinist and not a pianist, though.” - “who cares? jus sayin’ classical music SLAPS. Libestraum?? a boP. Chopin’s waltz op. 69 no. 1 in a flat major??? complete BANGER!! kriesler’s schon rosmarin????? MmMMMM,,, good stuff. Pianist, violinist, cellist—I give 0 damns. music is music” -Minho’s eyes watched your face as you spoke. ur eyes kinda crinkled as u smiled while talking and he found it quite intriguing - lmao intrigued - “How about you, Minho? Which composers do you like?” - “I like the classical era composers. Mozart, Bach—call them overrated, but I do love them. And even if his pieces are monstrous, I love Paganini.” - “Ah, would you look at that. We’re almost done. You can leave now, if you want. You can be a whole ten minutes early to being late. I can finish this up, no big.” - Minho checked his watch. “Oh, you’re right. But I actually have violin lessons today, and they’re still at six. I’m leaving school at five-thirty anyway because the academy’s just fifteen minutes away. I can stay with you until then, so you can finish this faster.” - “It’s only 4:46, though,” you begin to smirk. “Maybe you’re the one who wants to be with me and not the other way around, as you claim.” - “Are you trying to tease me?” he leaned forward, staring at you. “It’s not working.” - You dared to match his stare with a rivaling amount of intensity. “Mmm, but I’m quite competitive.” - oh holy crap what’s with this tension im screaming where’d u get that confidence from, reader hskskskkdkhdkdh - “Do what you want. I’m going to keep my top one title,” he rolled his eyes. - for the next couple of minutes, you both continued painting pretty designs on the bare walls of your Korean house diorama while talking about each other’s interests - turns out Minho also liked to dance, a fact that’d slipped unexpectedly - he made you swear not to tell anyone and you felt proud bc u had dirt on him (◕ ˬ ◕✿) - there were so many weird sides of him that you hadn’t noticed before - lowkey u liked his sense of humor - lol at some point he admitted that he had random urges to just scream for no reason - “???? Minho u ok???” - “bold of u to assume I have the capability to be ok” - “???????????????????” - “lol im joking,,, the look on ur face is priceless” - “ah,, u like the look on my face?? Can’t help it if im pretty~” - “u wish, sis” - “can I call u MEANho bc ur being rlly mean rn” - “wtvr u want bro. sorry that the truth hurts” - “RUDE” - u continued to banter like this until minho had to leave and u decided to walk out together because yall were finished anyway - wheeze!! Ur newly refurbished house was… u’d daresay,,,, quite a candy to your eyes - with the help of Changbin (though he only contributed like,, 2%) and Minho, your project was back to its good state - it might’ve,, even been better than it used to be - minho gave u helpful insights while u worked on it, too - (◕︿◕✿) (◕︿◕✿) u had to admit, ur project turned out supernice - “uh,, I just wanted to say…” you began, gripping the sides of your diorama’s base, “thanks. I know it must’ve been a lot to sacrifice practice time to help me out. I forgive you for dropping it, even if I never got that apology.” - Minho looked at you indignantly. “Hey!! I did give you an apology!!” - You grinned. “I don’t recall.” - “Alright, I’m sorry, again.” - “Could you repeat that, please? I couldn’t hear you.” - “I said sorry, [y/n].” - “Again?” - lmao get played,, lee minho - “whatever, bro. I’m leaving. don’t wanna be late,, see you tomorrow.” - “Hey, but I’m serious. Thanks for your help. Also for math, y’know, since I was able to perfect it.” - “ok hold up don’t get sappy on me now,, that was a one-time thing and im totally going to clobber whatever chance u have of beating me on the next test” - “we’ll see about that”

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- few weeks’d gone by since then and whenever u’d see minho, u’d wave amiably instead of shooting daggers @ him w ur eyes - sis we love character development 😤😤 - sometimes u’d have some small talk but it’d never get further than that, even if u were classmates - usually it’d just be about borrowing smth - but u guys were still SUPERMEGA competitive towards each other - like whenever test results came out u guys were the first to rush to the board - the few times u were able to one-up minho made him !! super mad - he’d always study extra so he could ruin ur chances of getting a win streak - LMAO BUT THE FIRST TIME U WERE ABLE TO TOP HIS SCORES TWICE IN A ROW JUST MADE HIM INTO A MONSTER - suddenly nobody saw lee minho for like,, three days - and so when test scores came again after that and he was #1 once again, all he could do was smile smugly at u with that Minho SmirkTM - frankly u found urself powerful for being able to cause minho to disappear like that - u thought to urself if u kept getting #1 maybe minho’d disappear again and u wouldn’t have to see him ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ) ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ) - reader that’s not how it works damn it - chief called, he said THAT AINT IT - A N Y W A Y - one day minho came to class looking like a zombie - y’all have heard of zombie!bang chan when he was featured in twice’s “like ooh-ahh” but fellas minho looked worse than that - eyebags?? Like a racoon - hair??? You wondered if he had a comb in his house?? - expression?? hoooo babe we don’t wanna go there - it felt as if anyone who talked to him would face the wrath of the Lee - but he had reason as to why he was looking so miserable - just the other day, his accompanist told broke their arm in a PE accident and couldn’t play with minho for his upcoming concert/competition - like bro what kind of musician breaks their arm??? Um?? u know u have a concert so TAKE CARE OF URSELF??? - he was furious because the concert was like,, just around the corner and he couldn’t find another accompanist - he’d asked everyone he knew but to no avail - they all had different excuses. family affairs, too soon, whatever reason people’d find to reject his asking - In all his life, Lee Minho had never been desperate. But, in the moment his accompanist had ditched him, it was as if desperate was all he felt. - it was all he could think about during class - like the teacher was discussing history and mentioned something like “duet” and minho wanted to scream - poor boy - he tried to look elsewhere—anywhere but the board - u were just drumming ur fingers on ur table,, imagining an invisible piano bc lol ur teacher was boring u half to death on a lesson u already understood - that’s when minho’s eyes stopped, watching u mindlessly press on the keys of your little desk-piano - he could… - it was possible… - but at what cost…? - ‘no no no’ he thought, shaking his head. - he had too much pride to ask u for help at this point - he didn’t even know how well u could play the piano - but I guess in times like these, desperation trumps pride and before he could think of the logical implications of his actions, minho found himself rushing towards u as u packed up ur things - “hey,,, uh… [y/n]…” - “if you’re going to ask for my history notes, forget it. they’re just messy pointers and I doubt you could understand it.” - “ew no. what makes u think I’d ask u for such a thing?? I don’t even think YOU’D be able to understand it. besides, I’m covered for that.” - “so why r u like,,, so eager to go to my desk?? oh?? wow, do you miss me already? mm, lee minho. didn’t know you were so straightforward~” - U WERE MAKING THIS SO HARD FOR HIM - MINHO WAS HIGHLY CONSIDERING JUST THROWING IN A SNOOTY REMARK AND LEAVING - BUT HHHH WHEN WOULD A CHANCE LIKE THIS COME AGAIN?? - “I didn’t come to boost your ego—that’s-“ he stopped himself before he could pour out an insult. He didn’t want to piss you off before asking you a favor. “Listen, I need a favor from you. Please. I’ve asked every single person I know.”

- minho?? politely asking u a favor?? Shocking - “If this is about lessons—” - “How well can you play the piano?” - “Minho, I already told you. I hate playing in front of people.” - “No, but I came here to you already knowing that. I know you literally have every reason to tell me ‘no’ right now, but I don’t want to miss a chance. There’s this competition happening in around two and a half months. If I back out now—let’s not even talk about what’ll happen if I back out now. Anyway, bottomline is that I really, really need an accompanist and you are my last resort.” - “u realize how much of a rush two and a half months is,, right” - the thing is though, you’d been practicing some pieces for some months now, in the secret hopes that one day, maybe you’d gather courage to play it somewhere - “Changbin told me you’ve been playing piano a lot.” - traitor - u looked into minho’s eyes and at this point they were pleading you with such vigor that u even considered saying yes - you always wanted to perform onstage, even once in your life - “…What’s the piece?” - “We can play anything you want. But let’s confer and choose a piece we both already know, if possible. Don’t worry, because I’ll help you. If you’re down, let’s practice during breaks and after school. Days before the event, we can get an excuse slip from the faculty so that we can practice, since we’re representing the school.” - ur stomach did a flip - “w-we’re representing the school???” - “uhh… yes???” - rhfekwnkjfsekfn you literally had every ounce of reason as to tell him no and carry on with life - but minho had never asked people for help, not even when he looked like he could really use some - you wondered just how bad it was for him to be on his knees like this - “I’ll try?” - minho’s face literally switched from zombie to the mcheckin’ SUN bc he started to gRin liKe A fOoL - “yesyesyesyesyes thank u!!! thank u so much!!” he placed a hand on your shoulder. “you don’t know how much this means to me. i’ll be sure to repay you well!!! let’s meet during breaks tomorrow so we can start?” - “if you can repay me by letting me be #1 for the rest of the year—” - “,,,, [y/n],,,,” - “im ½ kidding anyway sure see u i guess”

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- “okay, I’m going to need u to do more crescendo on this part” - “what do you mean” - “like, swell it more.” - “like this???” - you attempted to play the part minho’d instructed you to practice, but your hands were trembling - askjhfgdfjhahdsbjhasdjhad hoW DO U EVEN NOT SHAKE WHEN THE VIOLIN PRODIGY OF THE ENTIRE SCHOOL WAS RIGHT THERE - LIKE SURE U WERE RIVALS BUT NOT IN MUSIC,,, - u felt like u were WASTING his tIME - “uh, [y/n], your playing sounds too soft and hesitant” - “im so sorry aghhh” - gosh u didn’t know what to do like - u were panicking bc u kept messing up for the past 30 minutes,, ur hands were everywhere and u just couldn’t play properly - which made u even more panicky bc !!! u were fine when u were at home but suddenly u felt so inferior to the keys - “your hands are… shaking…” minho pointed out, tilting his head. “what’s wrong??” - EVERYTHING - “nothing!!” you lied. “just probably not my day,, I guess” - “[y/n] you’ve been trembling ever since we started this practice session.” - what even do u say to that - like,, at this point u just wanted to tell him sorry but ur too much of a wuss - that’s so embarrassing tho esp bc he might never let u live that down - ughhh u were conflicted and u couldn’t even hear what minho was saying - “[y/n]! you’re not paying attention!” - “I am!” - “I asked you what was wrong, and you’ve been staring at the piano for a full two minutes.” - “I’m sorry!” - “Stop apologizing if you’re not going to do anything about it!” - golly those words cut thru ur chest like a knife - hhhh as if you weren’t already so afraid and insecure - “I’m trying my best! Look, maybe you should just find a better pianist. I told you, I’m not cut out for this. Honestly, you’ll save yourself time.” - minho frowned. you were always so confident in everything else you did—academics, hobbies—but now you were so readily admitting defeat + bringing yourself down - lee knows when something’s up so he immediately places his violin down. “let’s take a walk.” - you sighed and closed the piano before following the boy outside - the sky had darkened already and the streetlamps illuminated the campus ground - minho tried to observe u but all u were doing was walking w ur hands in ur pockets, eyes fixated on the ground - your unconfident demeanor concerned him a little,,, - “hey, you sure nothing’s wrong??” - lmao he knew something was up but like,, he didn’t wanna seem imposing - “no, not really, but i’m telling you. you’re better off finding another accompanist…” - “you have to give me good reason as to drop you, if you’re so insistent.” - “Well!” you started. “look, I’ve practiced that same piece for two whole hours every day—just that piece—for the past three weeks and yet I can’t even play the first part without messing up somewhere. I know two hours might mean nothing to you, but I’ve been trying really, really hard, I swear. It’s so embarrassing because I’ve been able to perfect until the second page during my time, but whenever we meet, my hands literally betray me and won’t allow me to get past the third measure.” - you didn’t want him to see your face because you were actually this close to crying of frustration. “I’m sorry. I usually don’t give up so easily but I don’t want to hassle you for such an important thing. Sorry for wasting three weeks of your precious time,” you mumbled, trying to conceal your shaky voice. - oooohhh wheeze u wanted to bop yourself in the head bc ur eyes!!! were doing The ThingTM!!! the teary teary thing!!! in front of ur arch nemesis, lee minho !!!! ur pride !! was on the line !! - minho noticed u trying to avoid his gazes so he just stopped walking altogether - “Do I scare you?” he asked, halting his steps. - “What? Ew, no.” - “Then why are you so afraid to play?” - “I’m not afraid!” you insisted, pretending to scratch your eye in attempts to clear them of tears. - “Your hands shake and your notes sound unsure all the time. Do you expect me to believe it’s not fear? If it isn’t, then what is?” - “So maybe I am scared, what’s wrong with that?” you shot back, facing him this time. “Alright, fine! Maybe I feel inferior every time I lay my hands on the keys. Maybe I’m really insecure of the fact that I can’t seem to get things right. Maybe I am afraid!” - “You can’t just be afraid to make mistakes! That’s what’s making you hesitate every time we meet up, that you’ll mess up somewhere in the middle. You can’t keep thinking like that!” - “I know that! But it’s getting increasingly difficult to get that out of my head. I can’t help but think that if this whole thing flops, it’ll be because I messed up your flow.” - “Would you quit thinking that you’re below me?! Quit thinking you’re mediocre. If that’s your mindset for this competition, then mediocre’s all you’ll ever be. Give yourself a break!” - “That’s easy for you to say! You don’t screw up!” you yelled, gripping your fists. “I have to go, Minho. It’s getting late. Find yourself another pianist, please. I would not like to waste your time anymore.” - “[Y/N], I—” - “See you around.”

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- aghhh minho was so conflicted the next day - he didn’t know how he was going to find another accompanist but most importantly he didn’t know what he was going to do about you - he wasn’t the type of person to just drop people - he rlly wanted to talk to you but he couldn’t find you after classes - every time class would end, you’d bolt outta there with changbin - and when minho asked changbin where you’d went, changbin would make up some excuse that he didn’t know - !! he really needed to get you to get a grip, and fast - the competition was nearing already and it was too late to back out - deep down, minho knew how you were feeling and it made him even more determined to find you and get you out of your own head - he knew how it felt like to be afraid of the instruments - seeing how hard you worked but having it all washed away by insecurity made him really wanna throw hands @ those said insecurities bc he knew u !!! didn’t deserve this - but he couldn’t get a hold of you - he even tried to talk to you in class but u pretended like u were sleeping - “hell, woojin!! what do I do??!!” minho asked, fussing up his hair in frustration.

- woojin was part of the acapella group and mmMPH GIVE ME THAT MUSICIAN SOLIDARITY 😤😤😤😤😤 - woojin wisdom hours = open - “be gentle with her,” woojin spoke, taking a bite of his chicken lunch. “i think she’s the type of person who really needs gentleness at this point in your situation.” - “oh, for sure. but how do i even do anything if she won’t even talk to me??? she ‘slept’ in class, woojin. she never sleeps in class because the teacher might get mad and that would affect her grades. i checked out all her usual spots, but nothing!! before i came here, i even asked the lunch lady if [y/n] passed by, but she didn’t. which is totally weird because she always gets those little rice ball snacks from the lunch lady when its available!!!” - woojin squinted his eyes. “you sure know an awful lot about [y/n].” - “?? Of course?? I keep tabs on my enemies??” - “…chan is in third place in ranking. do you know what he eats during lunch??” - minho started to sweat. “w-we worked on a project in the library, okay?? [y/n] and I have had some time to talk!! in my defense, i know all of chan’s test scores!!!” - “you know everyone’s test scores, minho.” - “what even are you trying to get at??” - “I’m just saying, you know lots about [y/n] for being her archenemy.” - “Oh, he was watching her like a hawk during class earlier. It was weird,” Chan announced, taking a seat on the floor next to Minho. “And for the record, I usually have rice toppings for lunch. But that’s not something I usually tell people.” - “I wasn’t watching her like a hawk!” - “why u always lyin,,,” - “chan i am going to vore you” - “Calm down bro, you know it’s true. Why’re you so adamant, though?” Chan questioned, stuffing his mouth with food. - “I just need to talk to her. She wants to back out being my accompanist because she’s insecure about her playing. But where else am I going to get an accompanist this late?” Minho sighed, taking a bite of his sandwich after. - “What piece are you playing?” - “Romanze Op. 4, Kriesler.” - woojin raised a brow and chan had to restrain himself in attempts not to choke of laughter - “You must be desperate, considering you’re fighting for your nemesis to talk to you,” Chan commented, biting his lip. - Minho gave Chan a playful shove. “Don’t word it like that! You know that this competition is important!” - “Shoot her a message. Get a teacher to help you. Bribe Changbin with food,” Woojin suggested. - “Whatever… I’ll figure it out. Let’s get going. Class is about to start.” - the rest of the day passed and minho thought of a plan to corner u after class - he just - he could not just !! let u go off like that. to see his rival being this defeated was kinda concerning - but just as classes ended and he prepped himself to go to you - the last subject teacher approached him to discuss something - rip minho n his plans - press f to pay respects - f - after being the last one out, he just kinda slumped back and slowly made his way to the music room - he really needed to talk to u but his chances flew out of the window - just as he stepped into the music building, he heard some piano playing from the main music hall - it was odd, minho thought, because rarely anyone would touch the grand piano there - before going in, he listened to the playing and wow,, he was impressed - the lee minho, violin genius boy, impressed - the way the majors and minors danced together to one melody sounded just - ugh - beautiful - it was tchaikovsky’s December, the waltz - the playing felt lighthearted, as the player took some expressive liberties - but even so, the interpretation of the piece was really fantastic and even made minho grin a little at the memory of Christmas -his heart did a little leap bc yes!!!! He could ask this person to play for him considering the chances of u coming back to him was sorta crushed… and this person had wonderful playing - just as he peeped into the main music hall, a familiar sound resonated throughout - it was the accompaniment to the piece you were supposed to play with him - and the person who was sitting behind the piano playing it… was ofc none other than you - let’s get it reader babe - he didn’t want you to stop, so he hid behind the wall once again and just listened - you started to play, letting the music fill your soul and overflowing to the tips of your fingers - e v e rything was on point - the proper tempo, the proper feel - minho was surprised because this - this person playing behind the wall in the music hall wasn’t the hesitant, doubtful pianist he practiced with - this was a free musical spirit in full control of the instrument - of course, your playing got a little wonky once you carried on, but you still managed to continue reasonably until the end. Some of the latter parts needed lots of work, but it was okay!! - you managed to hit the right end note, too!! WHEEZE U WERE SO HAPPY U DIDN’T FAIL MISERABLY @ THAT END NOTE - when you finished, you started going over the parts you needed work on - you didn’t notice minho approaching you until you heard a voice come - “I thought you said you only perfected until the second page?” minho asked, resting his elbow on the top of the grand piano - you were REALLY STARTLED - U ALMOST FELL OUT OF THE PIANO SEAT - AKAJDSKDHASJDHKASHDS WHAT WERE U GOING TO DO - “h-how long have you been listening in?” - “From the start of your Tchaikovsky piece.” - AJSLDKJAKSJDKASDJKASK U WANTED TO HIDE IN A HOLE - U COULDN’T EVEN COME UP W A COHERENT REPLY??? - luckily ya boi lee knows what to do ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) - sorry I cant go 1000 words w/o mentioning that pun im sorry - minho opened his violin case and took out his instrument. “let’s start from the beginning, shall we? don’t be afraid to make mistakes. i’ll just be here, and we can go over the parts you want to as many times as you want, okay? slowly first, one, two…” - you guys started out okay, but you fumbled up a bit on the second page and minho noticed that your shoulders were kinda riding up - he stopped and walked over to you, placing a hand on your shoulders and giving them a gentle pat. “relax your shoulders. they’re tense. don’t worry, we’ll fix it. again,” he instructed, standing right beside you - even if he was beside you, you suddenly felt all anxiousness lift off - there was something about his tone and his demeanor that just!! made u feel sorta safe ?? - u ended up doing well until minho said to repeat the part!! To which u did well again!! - U SMILED A LIL’ AND MINHO SAW IT BUT HE SAID NOTHING N CONTINUED - did he resist the urge to smile, too??? HELL YEA BROTHA - you guys practiced and practiced and practiced anD PRACTICED - nonstop nonst00p - you decided to take a break and checked the time after a long time of just repeating and repeating certain parts then playing all those parts together - ur eyes widened when u saw that a wh0le tw0 hoURS HAD GONe By - like b r o u DIDN’T EVEN FEEL THE TIME PASS - WERENT U FLUSTERED BY MINHO’S SUDDEN APPEARANCE LIKE,, 2 MINUTES AGO - wHy diDN’t U NOTice - ur arms and fingers were kinda tired so u both decided to take a break and walk around campus - lmao it was already like 6 o’clock and it was getting dark outside - “we need to polish the notes after the piece’s halfway point,” minho told you, walking towards a vending machine. “there are still lots of phrases where we fumble up. On page four, where your left hand does the arpeggios, you forget to do the dynamics.” - “Sure, sure. Oh, and in the part where you have rubato, you kinda sound angry.” - “I do?” - “Yeah. I mean, I don’t really know, but like, that’s just the vibe. I could be wrong, though,” you told him, stopping in front of the vending machine. - “No, no, I’ll keep in mind. Want anything?” he offered, pointing to the vending machine. - “Can you press for grape soda? Hold on, I’m just going to fish for my money,” you answered, reaching into your pockets. - Minho pressed one button for grape soda and one button for strawberry milk. “No, it’s okay. I put my money in already.” - “Take it, it’s not like I can’t pay you back.” You held out your money. - Minho reached for the drinks that fell out. “I refuse. This one’s on me.” - u almost droPPed UR MONEY - “bro??? u ok, pal?? r ok w/ u treating ur arch nemesis???” - he let out a little minho laugh (HIS SOFT MINHO GIGGLE OMG). “well, you’re kinda my partner now, so…let’s put the nemesis title on hiatus.” - he placed the cold grape soda can in your hands. “u-uh,, thanks minho!!” you said, flabbergasted @ his actions - WHY WAS MINHO BEING SO NICE??? (,,꒪꒫꒪,,) (,,꒪꒫꒪,,) - lee minho?? n i c e??? in THIS economy?? - U WERE SO CONFUSED - lmao phat mood sis - you guys walked around in comfortable silence for a little bit, enjoying the bit of breeze and fresh air while sipping on your drinks - y’all ended up sitting down on a bench in the courtyard, jus chillin’ - minho decided to steal a glance from you for a bit - BIG MISTAKE - a small smile was playing on your lips as you looked up at the sky drinking your grape soda - you tucked some stray hairs waving in your face because of the wind, and hhhHHHOLY HECK MINHO’S HEART STARTED TO DO THE TTUGS TTUGS BOOM BOOM - were u always that attractive before??????? like??? Maybe ITS JUST THE STREETLIGHTS PLAYING TRICKS ON HIS EYES - u felt the power of his stare and u turned to face him. In a quiet voice, you mumbled, “minho? is there something on my face?” - beauty, probably - “u-uh!! No!!” he blinked, whipping his head literally anywhere else - “oh, alright then,,” u were kinda bashful bc like?? Uh,,,, why was he staring at u - MINHO WANTED TO BOP HIMSELF IN THE FACE LIKE !! WHATS THIS - HE WAS PANICKING BC HE KNOWS THAT HE KNOWS THAT HE KNOWS WHAT THESE HEARTBEAT SHENANIGANS ARE IMPLYING - too soon, heart, too soon - !!! FEW MONTHS AGO HIS HEART BEAT IN ANGER TOWARDS U BUT THIS,,, DIDN’T FEEL LIKE ANGER - or maybe it did?? BC U WERE DOING SMTH 2 HIM N MAKING HIM FEEL THESE E M O TI O NS - he felt like he betrayed himself!!! why couldn’t he come up with some genius, witty remark at this time?? WHERE WERE HIS FLIRTING POWERS?? - “let’s head back!!” he said, standing up and walking towards the music building - he squeezed the last remaining bits out of his milk cartoon and SUCKED WHATEVER LAST DROPS HE COULD GET - ‘mmMMM STRAWBERRY MILK IS DELICIOUS,, ITS NOT LIKE MY HEARTRATE’S GOING LOCO RN MAYBE I SHOULD TAKE MY BLOOD PRESSURE WHEN I GET BACK HOME’ was all he could think - ?? u were so bamboozled. “minho, you’re walking too fast,, wait for me” - “i’m not fast, you’re just really slow!!” - when you two reached the music hall again, minho zipped UP HIS STUFF LIKE LIGHTINING - “See you next Monday, [y/n]!!! practice well!!!” - he z00000med outta there - yeeted outta that place - that night, he threw himself on his bed, screaming incoherently - soonie and doongie didn’t even know what to do with their human brother - but?? They tried?? To console him with small ‘meows’??? - “Soonie, Doongie, your brother’s super mad. [y/n], my rival, did something really bad again today. She just!! decided that it was okay to look cute under the dim lights of the campus??? Like??? excuse??? Me?? that was so rude, don’t u think??” - soonie gave a ‘bro-u-srs’ face and doongie just meowed in disappointment - big same soonie and doongie - “doN’T GIVE ME THAT FACE, SOONIE!! U KNOW THAT IT’S UPSETTING!!” - soonie just… hopped off minho’s bed - ‘i-can’t-take-u-any-longer-hyung’ - “NOO!! SOONIE COME BACK!! Doongie, help me!!” - doongie meowed again, crawled to the foot of minho’s bed, and took a nap - “why won’t my siblings love me???” was all minho could say before shutting off the lights and drifting off to dreamland

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- “you’re starting to like him, aren’t u” - “shut ur mouth hole changbin and help me pick out an outfit for the concert!!!” - “the concert’s two weeks away, why r u doing that now??!!” - “BECAUSE ITS 2 WEEKS AWAY??” - “anyway stop dodging my statements. Minho’s warming up 2 ur heart n u know it” - “changbin u wanna like,, get out of my house” - “uhhh?? Do u wanna like,, start admitting that ur rival isn’t even really ur rival now considering that u guys literally do everything together now” - “excuse me I do everything with you!!” - “not anymore u don’t” - “what are u talking about??” - “u study together,, take breaks together,, spend after school together,,,” - “that’s because u don’t like helping me with acads and I need to spend as much time as possible practicing for the compet!!” - “k but r u sure u don’t have a thing for him. Like, u don’t consider him cute??” - “changbin, no one could be cuter than u.” - “um,, of course?? I’m your binsual always and forever, but that doesn’t mean you don’t think minho’s cute.” - “t-that’s!!!” - you turned to face changbin, cheeks warming up. U could not lie 2 ur best friend,, he’d know immediately - “don’t even think of lying to me, [y/n]. u know its physically impossible.” - “so what if he’s cute?? Chan’s cute, Woojin’s cute,, you’re cute. Do I like any of you?? no!!” - “whatever, [y/n]. once u admit to me that you’re starting to catch feelings for violin boy, u owe me a chicken night out.” - “no I don’t!!!” - “but you’ll want to because u’ll wanna ramble about ur undying love for ur arch nemesis” - “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, SEO CHANGBIN” - “no thank u”

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- your breath was hitching and your palms were excreting buckets of sweat the more time passed on - once you got to the venue for your performance, you kinda just - f r o z e - today was d-day, love, and u were just,,,, so unsettled - you tried to shove off your nervousness away but it wasn’t that easy - anyway, minho saw you from a distance and started to approach you - but like,, the nearer he got, the clammier he felt f0r some REASON - HHHHH HOLY CRAP YO - “[y-y/n]?” his words came out with a little bit of a stutter and he wanted to scream - minho fighting - you turned around and hollllly moly did lee minho always look THIS gorgeous?? - his hair was fixed so his forehead was seen and overall gave off a fresh, clean look - the first few buttons were undone on the black polo he wore, showing off a lil’ bit of his collarbones - oooo my heck sklkaslklaklsklskldsklaskdajkdljk he looked spicy - “oh, hi minho,” you greeted, waving - “you look rather pretty today,” he grinned, giving you some kinda smug look - but inside, his heart was like - SLKLSDAJLKASJDKLAJSHKDJASHJKSAHKJDSLKAHJKFSGJDHKJFKAHDLKJDGHFDSDFGHJKLKJ - he was a flustered mess inside but like,,, it’s lee minho everyone - how else would he try to cope other than being smirky - “I can say the same to you,” you answered, not wanting to give in to his charm - ugh,, we stan competitive people!!! <<333 - anyway, yall walked to the holding rooms to wait for the concert/competition to start - you took out your lil’ finger exerciser mechanism thing - I don’t know what it’s called but basically it’s just an object with some knobs you can push down with your fingers as you hold it in your palm,,, its to exercise the fingers and some musicians use it askjalskjdalkjdla lmao - you guys were eleventh in the lineup, but once the competition started, you started really freaking out - minho was practicing one final time but he noticed that your eyes were glued to the floor like you always did when something was up and you were kinda gripping your finger exerciser thingy unnecessarily hard - he immediately stopped and walked over to you, put his violin down, bent to the floor, and stared u straight in ur eyes - “hey,” he started, softly, “look at me.” - you did as you were told, but your breath was still unstable and your heart was palpitating - “minho—” - “When we get up on that stage, I want you to forget that we’re in a competition. I want you to focus on nothing but just savoring the moment and letting the music that’s deep in your soul just burst out. And if you ever feel, even for a moment, a pang of hesitation, I want you to look at me and remind yourself that you are not alone up there. I’m with you, I’m your partner.” - just then, he took away your little finger exerciser and replaced it with his own hands, intertwining your fingers with his - “I don’t care if we don’t win, hell, I don’t care what the crowd will think. I just want to play a song for you, with you. Let’s dance, [y/n]. Please let my melody waltz with yours.” - you gripped his hands a little tighter, observing the intricate details. His palms were pudgy and soft, but the tips of his fingers were rough and calloused. Nevertheless, there was something about those hands that made you feel a sense of relief, a sense of serenity. - “okay,” you answered, looking at his chocolate eyes. - “When we get there, forget about being perfect. Let’s just let loose and play whatever we feel a ‘Romanze’ is.” - just then, the organizers called you to head towards the side of the stage to line up for your performance - despite standing up and heading there, minho didn’t let go of your hand - it was just a simple gesture he wanted to convey, that this stage was to be shared by you both and that he and you were now a tandem. - all waits eventually come to an end, and so did yours. after a soloist finished their piece, it was finally your turn - he still,,, didn’t let go of your hand,, as u bowed to the crowd,,,, - minho… a sweetie… - it was only when you turned to head to the piano did he gently let your hands fall apart, but he gave you a reassuring smile and mouthed ‘let’s do this’ - you settled into the piano seat and looked at minho for the cue - and you were off - it started off quietly, but immediately you started to pour out your soul - with every crescendo, every vibrato, you just let the music in your heart overflow to the tips of your fingers - and you’d periodically steal a glance from minho to let him know you were still with him - he smiled and you both just followed each other, matching each other’s pace and vibe perfectly - when I say perfectly, I mean PERFECTLY - the atmosphere was a canvas that was to be painted upon with the color of music - as if one artist, you two splashed the vibrant color of your Romanze - the sound of the piano took the sound of the violin in hand, dancing steadily and beautifully together - as you reached the end, you took one more glance at minho and locked eyes. - that’s when you let the music fade away, lingering in the air as you both raised your hands from your instruments - There was no applause. - but it was alright. - minho walked over and took you in his hands once again, faced the audience, and bowed - it was only then the audience realized,,, wow,,,,, you guys were finished - one clap melted into a chorus of applause - you spotted changbin and your family jumping in the front seats and u COULDN’T HELP BUT SMILE LIKE AN IDIOT - its worth noting that changbin was screaming his head off, too - “YESSSS!!!!! [Y/N]!!!!!! QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNN!!!! MINHO!!!! LEGENDS!!!” - one by one, people started to stand - you were CONFUSED - U TURNED TO MINHO AND WENT ALL LIKE,,, “????” - he just gave you the BIGGEST sunshine grin and led you offstage - when u reached the backstage, u just,, took one look at that same sunshine grin and couldn’t hold it in anymore - you engulfed minho in a tight embrace, letting a laugh tickle the air - “minho!!!!” you squealed. “w-we… we did it!!!!” - much to your surprise,, he didn’t shove you away in disgust, but he started to hug you just as tight - in fact, he sorta just picked u off from the floor and hug-carried u to the holding rooms - “we did, we did,” he laughed, letting his forehead rest on yours. - he was rlly close but u didn’t rlly mind,, u were just so happy - you could see the light bounce of his irises and ugh it was beautiful - “[y/n], I’m so proud of you.” - “Thank you so much for believing in me when I could barely believe in myself. I owe so much to my family, Changbin, you—but mostly you. I really appreciate how you invited me and even talked me out of my trance. And you held my hand; you don’t know how much I needed that. Really, thank you so much. I’m so happy right now.” - “Wait, can we sit down? My legs hurt from standing so much,” Minho requested, pulling away from you. - actually it was not because his legs hurt,, son,, his CHEST HURT - HIS HEART WAS DOING FLIPS AND FLOPS AND HE MIGHT HAVE REALLY ENDED UP SCREAMING - anyway u guys sat down on the couches that were available in your holding room, sitting a few inches away from each other - out of nowhere, minho just yelled, “AAAAAAAHHHH!!” - ????????? u looked at him, absolutely confounded - “minho??? why’d u scream??” - “oh nothing I just wanted to” - u were like?????? ????? ok??? - “can we take a cute pic?? I need to post this on my Instagram,” he asked, pulling out his phone - “o hell yea!!” - he opened up his camera and told u to pick a filter - “bro I promise SN*W has like,, the cutest filters ever can we pls take one with this cherry filter,, SIKE I WANT THE ONE WITH THE DANK GLASSES” you exclaimed - minho made a double chin and u gave a korean heart to the camera - “absolutely stunning. this pic overflows w/ visual power,” minho commented, picking another one. “okay, now can we take one w this rlly cute cat filter see look at this OH DAMN,,, LOOK,, SEE HOW CUTE MY FACE LOOKS” minho announced - “lee minho why are we friends??” you asked, smiling for minho’s selfie - “because im cute and everyone knows it” - “whatever,, please send me the selfies so I have my own copy,” you chuckled, “can u take pics of me actually?? It’s rare for me to be dressed this nice so I’d like to take advantage. Let’s head outside for a bit so we can get those aesthetic outdoor backgrounds!!” - minho got up in like, 0.2 seconds - “hell yea!!! I love that!! U gotta snap pics of me, too!!!” - long story short yall went out while the other contestants performed and started taking pictures of each other - “[y/n], please get my good side” - “shut up, lee!!! It’s hard to take photos when im on the ground tryna get u @ a good angle” - “actually, nevermind. just take as many photos as u can because ALL my angles are good anyway ;))))” - anyway ur lil photoshoot sesh was short,, just 10 mins before yall headed back to chill in the holding rooms again - u guys started to talk about random things like minho’s dancing hobby and your catastrophic friendship with seo changbin - “one time, when we were kids,, I caught changbin crying bc he accidentally left his stuffed munchlax in his house when we were on vacation” - “ok but have u heard his music, [y/n]??? 3racha SLAPS” - “im his best friend, u idiot,, I get pre-release privileges to spear.b’s hottest new drops” - “im going to hunt u down for them” - “shut up ur friends w chan u can just ask him” - while talking, you guys listened to the other performers who were also!! Super good - there was this one violin duo that heckn,,, RocKED THE STAGE OMG,,, - anyway time flew by and u were once again called to line up @ backstage - wheeze,,, they were announcing the winners already - minho started to sweat and even if u heard him saying he didn’t really care about the win, u knew it would mean a lot to him - poor baby looked nervous - so u did His Thing and grabbed his hand reassuringly - he almost JUMPED but he immediately softened up and mouthed a ‘thank u’ - one by one, contestants were called upon the stage - until it got to the top three - you guys waited… so tensely… - … - but ur names were never called ;; ____ ;; - when the first place winner was announced, u saw minho’s eyes turn from being hopeful to being absolutely defeated - u were about to give him a hug but then yall heard another announcement - “But wait!!! We wanted to give out a special award for the performers who captured the audience’s hearts!! During the intermission, we asked you to vote your favorite performance, and we’re announcing that now!! Ladies and gents, would you please give it up for… … miss [L/N][F/N] and Lee Minho!!!” - AKDSKLDJAKLDJLSKAJDL MINHO’S EYES GREW WIDER THAN PLATES - !!! THE AUDIENCE AWARD?? WAS JUST AS PRESTIGIOUS AS A TOP 3 AWARD - u had to drag him out of backstage so u could accept the award - cue changbin and ur families SCREAMING their heads off AGAIN - changbin almost fell down trying to yell, press f for respects - u engulfed minho in a gigantic hug again and u swore there was some dust in ur eyes that made some tears pop - its ok minho had some ‘dust’ in his eyes also - when u guys went offstage again,, you told minho, “c’mon!! our families are waiting for us, let’s have dinner together.” - “wait!!” he piped up, grabbing your hands. “listen, i need to tell u something. I promised myself that I would if we won something.” - u were like,,, okay,,, sure,,, - “I never got to thank you for helping me out that day. Honestly, I was really hoping you’d say yes. When you told me you wanted to drop out, I felt something telling me that I couldn’t just let you go like that. You worked really hard, and I really wanted to see you have it pay off,” he began, ears turning the slightest shade of pink, “and I also wanted to say that these past months have really been meaningful to me. I know we didn’t have the best start, but after the library thing—which, oh damn, has been like,, so long ago—I realized that you weren’t such a bad person. For the past months we’ve been practicing together… I-I… sorta super enjoyed it. And now, at this very moment on this very night, I’ve come to accept that I really, really like you after a period of fighting with myself. I… I just wanted to tell you because I might not get the chance when things go back to normal and we do our own things in school.” - u lips. parted like the red sea - “Holy crap, I thought I was the one going crazy,” you whispered, “I thought it was weird because I, too, liked the guy that constantly threatens my grades…” - “wait wh-“ - you nodded. “yeah… I really thought I was ballistic… but yes. I really appreciate how you didn’t give up on me. There’s just… something… I really liked working side-by-side with you. And I genuinely enjoyed the moments I had with you. I’ve also been fighting with myself to accept that I kinda have a thing for you—but thank you so much for lifting me up when I didn’t believe in myself.” - AKJASKLAJDLKAJSLKDJASLKDJASLK IT WAS AT THIS POINT MINHO WOULD USUALLY SAY SMTH COCKY BUT NO. U, DEAR READER, HAD RENDERED THE BOY SPEECHLESS AND HE WAS REALLY ABOUT TO MELT HIS HEART WAS GOING AT 4419 MILES PER HOUR - he leaned in towards you, staring at your eyes with terribly red cheeks - “Can I??” - you nodded, and that’s when minho closed the gap between u two - the kiss was very sweet and tender, lasting only for a couple of seconds before minho lost it and dropped to the floor in a screaming mess - “[Y/N] U CANT JUST DO THAT!!!!! AKLSKDJLKASJDHGSHGDLKASJDLA HELPPPPPPP” - “MINHO, PLEASE. DON’T DIRTY UR CLOTHES, WE’RE GOING TO HAVE FAMILY DINNER” - he eventually got up and headed out with you to greet your adoring fans (aka ur families who were holding bouquets of flowers for yall and a sCREAMING changbin) - but once again, he decided to enclose his hand in yours. - It was a gentle reminder of how much you meant to him. He didn’t feel like it was a sudden splurge of emotions, nor did he feel like he was just being tricked by this emotional high. He just knew, by the steady hum in his heart, that being with you truly, truly made him a better person. - Maybe it was the way you seemed to match his music, maybe it was the way you both inspired each other to keep being better, maybe it was the way your eyes crinkled as you smiled, maybe it was the way you hugged him like he was the only person in the world. - Whatever it was, he loved to be with you. - Because you felt like home.

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Bonus: - “woOOOOOOOOOOOO I GET A CHICKEN NIGHT OUT!!!” changbin hollered at u, shaking ur shoulders - “shut up!!! U don’t!!!!” - “I do!!!! U finally admitted u have a thing for him!!! Let’s get chicken!!!!!!!!” - u stared at changbin in disgust, looked at minho for help, but all he could do was laugh his lil’ minho laugh damn - did u sign up for this?? No - But sometimes, it just happens.

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