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yuezhong · 3 years

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Lavender and Jasmine

rengoku kyojuro x g/n reader comfort + modern au

A/N: this is dedicated to @redgokus event and @wisteriashouse (my two writing senpais for Rengoku writings.) Also tagging @kingtamakimurder bc she said she wanted to be tagged in it, and @adoriable love you bbys <33

Brief summary: kyojuro comforts you after a tiring day at work

Genres: fluff, comfort

Warnings: none

Word count: 925

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Mondays were your most dreaded days of the week.

You worked in a cozy little coffee shop in the heart of ikebukuro, a little further from your house which was situated in shibuya. With your position as a barista, it was your duty to be in charge of prepping the beverages, namely caffeinated ones for customers who frequented the small shop.

Mornings and afternoons were the peak hours in your workplace everyday. Patrons trickled in like a constantly flowing stream to make their purchases, college and university students alike went about projects on their laptops, sounds of their fingers pressing on the keys of their respective keyboards and scribbling of their pencils scratching against paper created a pleasant backdrop of white noise. Children who tagged along with their parents clung tightly to their sides; whereas some that were more mischievous scampered around the shop animatedly, their eagerness to explore the place spurred them to forego any warnings given by their poor parents and the employees.

Still, you love your job. Your co-workers always had your back, your boss is extremely considerate and understanding, your regulars being the sweetest people who enjoyed striking up a conversation with you everytime they dropped by⎯⎯mostly to catch up with you on your daily life and wellbeing.

And of course, Your loving boyfriend whose presence never failed to dismiss the post-work blues as well as soothe the exhaustion that goes hand-in-hand. To help you take all the tiredness away, to melt the remains of after-work jitters into ashes when you have had to deal with an unpleasant customer, to laden you with all his sweetness and compassion.

Rengoku Kyojuro. Your lips curl into a fond smile as the image of your lover’s vibrant one that always made your heart race and serotonin levels spike snakes into your train of thought. Boarding the subway with haste, you seated yourself on one of the vacant seats in the express, heels bouncing with anticipation of being greeted by his sunshine grin.

A few more gruelling hours crawl by when the train finally halts at the station of shibuya. Descending the metro while humming along to a random song currently playing on your Spotify playlist, you added a skip to your steps in hopes of speeding up your pace despite the lethargy that was yanking at your ankles and the aches that resonated throughout your entire body.

Fortunately, the walk back home didn’t last very long. In a mere fifteen minutes, you were met with a familiar door that led to the two-storeyed terrace you shared with your beloved. Fishing for your keys through the various collection of items in your paper brown messenger bag, a silent curse escapes your lips as you fumble with a tube of lip balm to free the ring of the bundle that had somehow gotten stuck below it.

With a few more tugs, you managed to pull the little ring of trouble free successfully. Inserting the key into the lock, you turned it and pushed the door open⎯⎯exhaling a fatigued ‘I’m home’.

“Darling!” Kyojuro beams, making a beeline for you before gathering you into his strong arms, hoisting you up and twirling you around.

“Kyo!” Squealing, you squeezed his shoulders; a small laugh bubbling out of you as your eyes shuttered into the shapes of crescent moons.

With his goofy grin still plastered on his face, he set you down.

“How was work today?”

The exasperated sigh that left your lips said it all. Nodding, a flicker of comprehension materializes in his eyes- red irises ringed with gold, eyes that flared with the semblance of flames; though not scorching with intensity, but mellow and warm.

“Say, why don’t you go ahead and have a cup of tea while I go draw you a bath hm?” Wrapping a gentle arm around your shoulders, he hustles you towards the dining table⎯⎯where the mug of piping hot beverage awaits, steam still wafting and emitting a light, floral scent which you recognized instantly.

“Jasmine tea?”

He nods in affirmation again, then goes on to ramble about how he heard that jasmine tea is good for rejuvenating the spirit after a long day and whatnot⎯⎯until a relieved groan from you draws his attention back.

“Oh right! The bath!” Sprinting into the bathroom, the sound of running water that hits the tub is heard, followed by rustling as Kyojuro opens a plastic bag and empties its contents, placing them gingerly in the innermost corner of the bathtub.

Curiosity piqued, you placed the now lukewarm drink back onto the table and padded to where your lover was. Hearing your footsteps, the man turns around to give you a momentary glance before resuming his task.

“What are those?” His line of sight followed your finger and landed on the two bottles of essential oils.

“Lavender and Vetiver essential oils! I heard both have calming effects and can help relax the body and soul! Hence I went to Kocho-san’s apothecary shop to purchase them!” He chirps.

As you continue to watch him, you couldn’t help but feel the corners of your lips lift up in the slightest.

“Thank you…” enveloping him into a hug from behind, you whispered, resting your chin on his left shoulder.

Kyojuro only smiles as his right hand creeps into your hair, ruffling it lovingly.

The start of your day might have been rough, but it ended on a tuneful note with Kyojuro by your side⎯⎯the evening sun casting its rays onto both of your skins, illuminating you two in an incandescent twinkle.

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poutyhannie · 4 years

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Also, I have no idea whether or not Jeongin is insecure or not (I don’t think he is bc have you seen that boy) but please keep in mind this is a fanfic and not reality. It’s just really sweet to comfort a significant other.

warnings: fluffy as jeongin’s hair, college student!jeongin, fem!reader comforting and loving jeongin, showering together

word count: +2k

part 1, part 2

Wearily walking out of your lecture hall, you sling your burdensome backpack over your aching shoulders and prepare for the twenty minute walk back to your apartment. It wasn’t unusual for a college junior to have moved from dorms and into an apartment but it was unusual for a college junior to not have a car.

Because your university was in a densely populated metropolitan area, rent was through the roof. Though school was easy and you could keep up your GPA with relative ease, ‘adulting’ was currently the most difficult part of living for you. Taxes, landlords, jobs, and finding out what to eat consumed what little time left that you had. Though stress and anxiety often left you drowning, you could find comfort in a very special someone.

His bright and cute smile meets you from across the courtyard, despite thousands of students milling about. You exhale a sigh as relief floods your body. Merely seeing Jeongin transforms your day.

He makes his way towards you, dangling his car keys on a pretty little finger, a mischievous smile on his face. “Did you really think that I would just let you walk alllllll the way home?” Jeongin asks, quirking his eyebrow. You guys met in an advanced ancient literature class where the then freshman caught your eye. You told yourself in the beginning that your interest for him was just because of his youth in a class for juniors up. After all, your counselor didn’t even know if you could keep up with the class as a then sophomore. But after you two were put together for a project, you quickly came to the truth that Jeongin was just so adorable and you had to squish his cheeks every day.

So you do. He crinkles his face up and lifts his shoulders, uncomfortable at the public affection but you can tell by the glow in his eyes that he really loves it.

“Yes,” you respond as you both start walking to the student parking lot, “I was gonna change into tennis shoes, actually.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jeongin pout a little, readjusting his backpack so you quickly add, “I thought you still have a midterm left so I assumed you were gonna go back to your dorm to study.”

This seems to placate his pout and he turns his body to you, legs walking awkwardly in an attempt to not trip. “That last midterm was today and I waaaaas going to go back to my dorms but,” he leans closer to you as his calming scent fills your senses, his nose scrunches up in the most adorable way, “I wanted to spend time with you, Y/n.”

You mask your endeared smile with a scoff and poke his cheek. Jeongin rolls his eyes walking straight now, seemingly annoyed at you patronizing him, but you know that deep down he loves it. “That’s good, babyboy. You wanna sleepover?” You ask, peering intently at him.

He smirks as if that were his plan all along, “I packed clothes for it,” he says, gesturing to his backpack. Jeongin grabs your hand, surprising you at the bold move, cutely swinging it around before smiling widely at you. “You’re all finished too, right? If it’s alright with you, my parent said they’re okay with me staying here over break to study but honestly, I just wanna be with you.”

At that, you can’t contain your smile, looking up to meet his playful gaze. “Did you tell them that you’ll be staying with me? Don’t make them pay for dorms if you’re not using it.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah,” he says, waving his free hand around, “I told them I wanted to stay with you. You seriously sound like my mom though.”

In mock anger, you slap his chest as he pulls out his keys, laughing.

The car ride to your apartment is literally five minutes and you’re so thankful that you don’t need to pass that creepy alleyway to get home. Your apartment is at the top of the building, small, and basically empty other than your books, clothes, and shoes at the front door but its cozy when Jeongin is around. He runs to your bedroom and jumps on your bed, smiling widely at you. “What’dya wanna watch, Y/n? Or we could cook. Are you hungry?”

Though you intend to fling your backpack far into the closet, you don’t really take into account how freaking heavy it is so it thumps down halfway to its destination. Groaning, you kick it all the way to the back of your closet and let out a sigh. Making your way over to the bed, you try to ignore Jeongin’s concerned gaze.

“What’s the matter, Y/n?” He asks cautiously, laying a big, clumsy but warm hand on your shoulder, “Did I say something?”

Pressing you lips in a firm line, you shake your head, guiltily looking up at Jeongin. “I’m just really drained from that last midterm and my professor hates me so I really needed to do well so that she’d give me an A so that I can keep up my GPA for my scholarsh—.”

Jeongin presses a light, unsure kiss to your lips, making you lift your eyebrows in surprise. “I’m sorry, Y/n, do you wanna take a shower to forget?”

A knowing smile spreads across your face at the cheeky boy. “Now I see why you wanted to sleepover, Innie,” you say, laughing, “Sure, let’s take a shower, babyboy.”

He excitedly jumps up and grabs your hanging towel and and rushes to the bathroom. Chuckling to yourself at his cute antics, you grab a pair of panties and root through Jeongin’s backpack for his boxers. You pull out a pale yellow pair that has little green hearts all over them, smiling. Having Jeongin here really lets you calm down and relax. He almost alway seems to know what you want and is more than willing to give it to you.

Almost always.

After making your way into the bathroom, you’re met with a beautifully bare Jeongin, his faint abs in full view as water flows down his face and over his shoulders. Seeing you, he covers his stomach with his arms while the hot water steams up the mirrors.

You tsk your tongue, striping and stepping into the shower. Gently removing his arms from his stomach, glaring up at him, “No, baby, we’ve talked about how much I love your body.”

Jeongin’s cheeks fill with blush and it spreads down his neck. He doesn’t look at you. “I know, it’s just-I’ve seen your ex around campus gym and it just makes me a bit insecure sometimes, ya know?”

Sighing, you pump body wash onto your hands and begin stroking Jeongin’s wet arms, trailing up and down and into his collarbones, down his chest before resting your palms flat on his stomach. “Look at me, babyboy,” you whisper, gazing softly up at him through the water. Eventually, his wandering gaze finds yours and you tilt your head to the side, smiling up at him. It breaks you to see how sad his eyes are though he wraps his arms around you. “I don’t care about my ex. I broke up with him for a reason. You know what that was, Innnie?”

He shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing as he tries to hold back his emotions.

“It was because he was a fucking bastard. I thought he was a genuinely good person but I was just wrong; he just wanted me for my body. But you,” You tap his chest, “you’re a good person. You’re so caring and considerate and not just to me. You put your classmates and teachers first and everything around you feels your love, baby. I fucking love you and it really doesn’t matter to me if you have something as silly as abs or not.”

The earnestness in Jeongin’s puppy eyes breaks you.

“Plus,” you add, smiling, “I really do like your body.”

With that, Jeongin lets go into a wide, beautifully untamed smile, burying his face into your shoulder. You’re not really sure if all of the wetness is from the shower. Placing one hand on his head, running your fingers through his scalp, the other hand pumps some shampoo. Gently, you begin massaging it into his hair. He doesn’t lift his head.

“Babyboy,” you whisper, “you’re gonna get soap in your eyes like that.”

He begrudgingly lifts his head, a full, adorable pout gracing his lips. You can’t help yourself; you press a delicate kiss on them. Rinsing out his hair, Jeongin starts soaping you up to, smiling in spite of himself. “Thanks, Y/n. I really,” he sighs deeply, “I really needed to hear that.”

Closing your eyes, you let the feeling of Jeongin’s fingers in your hair take over your senses. “Is that why you were acting so cute today?” You ask, cracking one eye open to see his reaction.

Jeongin flushes deeply, “No,” he denies, bashfully looking down, only to look back up quickly.

You smile, knowing the reason for his flighty gaze. “Innie, you’ve seen me naked before, why are you like this?”

“I dunno,” he says, a dumb smile on his face, “You’re just really pretty that’s why. And I was acting ‘cute’ because I was excited to be with you.”

You let out a groan at his overwhelming cuteness and nuzzle your nose against his. “Lets finish up and cuddle, yeah? How does that sound to my babyboy?”

Jeongin’s shaky breath fans over your face, “Actually,” he starts, causing your gaze to snap up at him, “I was wondering if we could…You know…”. He trails off, averting his gaze.

A smirk spreads across your face but you quickly shoo it away in favor of a mock concerned expression. “What do you mean, sweetie? I don’t understand what you want, babyboy.”

Jeongin's blush blooms from his neck up and spreads to the tips of his ears like a wildfire. You know exactly what this brat wants and are willing to wait until he confesses. “No-no. Its okay, Y/n. You’re right lets just cuddle.”

You roll your eyes, stepping out of the shower to towel off.

You’re just in Jeongin’s sweatshirt and he’s in one of your shirts, sprawled out on top of you, his cheeks squished against your boobs. He knows what he wants and he knows you know but this bashful baby won’t say anything. Sighing, you sit up, causing Jeongin to roll off you, looking up at you wide-eyed. Maybe you won’t wait till he admits it.

“I am fucking sick and tired of you acting like this, baby.”

The panicked puppy-eyes Jeongin gives you is almost too much to keep your angry act up but you push on. “What were you gonna say in the shower, huh? What was my babyboy wondering if we could do?”

Realization floods your baby’s eyes and his face turns red once again. Knowing he won’t get out of it now, he stutters, “I-I just wanted—I was wondering if we could…You know, since we’re both done with school for now and we’re alone…Like-would you be okay with or do you want to…to like I dunno…make love?” He coughs loudly, covering his face with a hand that you have to pry away.

“See, Kitten?” You murmur, voice dark. Jeongin’s pupils blow out at the petname, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He shakes his head softly and you reach up to gently stroke his blushing ears. “Okay, Innie, when I come back, I expect you stripped and kneeling on the bed. Can you do that for me, Kitten?”

Jeongin gulps and nods vigorously, scrambling to get hisyour shirt off. “Can I please touch myself?” He begs, his pretty eyes wide and glossy. Your stomach burns at the thought of your pretty little baby stroking himself and you nod, “Just no cumming. I know you want to be good for me.” Jeongin whimpers and nods. You smirk and leave the room, leaving him to obey you.

#jeongin #yang jeongin #skz #skz fluff #stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz jeongin #stray kids jeongin #jeongin fluff #jeongin imagine #jeongin drabble #stray kids soft hours #skz soft hours #skz in #stray kids in

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that-wimpy-cowboy-doll · 4 years

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For the prompt meme, 18, 2, 9? (Shieldshock bc I know you love it❤️❤️❤️)

I have, in fact, accidentally fallen completely in love with Shieldshock, and I have no regrets ;)

Shieldshock + Celebrity!AU + Enemies to Lovers + “Why are you awake so late?”

Darcy rolled onto her side to glare at the cheap motel alarm clock, which currently read 3:22 in the morning. It ate at her just to think that Steve Fucking Rogers was keeping her up at night.

Well, not necessarily just Steve Rogers. There was plenty to annoy her at 3:22 a.m., not the least of which included filming in the middle of Buttfuck, Nowhere (also known as Somewhere North of Durango, Colorado, according to Ava, the director); the shoots and reshoots of the stupid rock-climbing scene that had taken damn near all the daytime; Ava’s picky-ass cinematographers barking contradicting directions at her; as well as, yes, the dreaded kissing scene that she was supposed to have completed with Steve Fucking Rogers by now, that for some reason, Ava just didn’t think looked natural enough.

For the record, no kiss she shared with Steve Rogers was going to look natural, because he obviously didn’t think much of her. He’d made that much very obvious on his first day on set.

“You cast her for Nora?”

“Is that a problem, Rogers?” Ava had asked, her accent bordering on hostile. “She had the best audition, she’s not in this to fawn over you and your preposterous muscles, and she works damn hard. If you don’t trust my judgment, Steve, I’ll find another Simon.”

Darcy didn’t know whether either of them knew she’d been listening, but she didn’t stop to wonder. Just like she didn’t bother to ask him why the hell he had such a problem with her. She’d seen him at premieres, waved politely whenever she saw him in public, but she wasn’t going to bend down to kiss the ground he walked on just because he had a stupid Oscar and one of her most prized possessions was her surfboard from the Teen Choice Awards.

(For the record, she regretted nothing about her teen TV show career. She’d met some of her best friends on the set of Letty Waters, and the breakout role had taught her so much about acting and show business. Without Letty Waters, it was likely she’d still be doing ravioli commercials and soap opera extra work to this day.)

Instead of lying in bed and forcing herself to count sheep, she slipped out of the covers and into a hoodie and sandals, tucked her room key into her shorts pocket, and shouldered the door open so she could dip her legs in the germ-infested hot tub in the courtyard.

The cold mountain air mixed with the hot water on her feet was strangely soothing, and because there was so little traffic in this area, she could listen to the bubbling of the water and the wind around her at peace.

And then, the thin squishing of a rubber doorstop, followed by light footsteps in her direction.

“What do you want?” she huffed, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees, covering her face with her sleeves.

“Why are you awake so late?”

Steve’s tone was arrogant, teasing, but he slid out of his sandals and plopped onto his perfect ass a few feet away from her, his smooth features somehow still handsome without makeup in the dim pool lights. She refused to notice.

“Might as well ask you the same thing.”

“Somethin’ to do with today bein’ pretty shitty, huh?”

Was he really trying to seem sympathetic right now? After all the times he’d looked down his nose at her, the lowly television star?

“It was shitty. No thanks to you.”

“Me?” She refused to notice the lift of his eyebrows. He could very well be acting right now - after all, he was the Oscar winner. “The hell did I do to make it shitty?”

“I don’t know, maybe kiss better? Or just pretend that you like me enough to want to kiss me when we’re on the set? You’re supposed to be this big, important actor, you should be able to make even me look okay on camera next to you.”

He fell silent, something that Darcy hadn’t realized he was able to do.

“Look, I know I’m not cut from the same ‘indie film, Oscar-winning, work out until my muscles bulge in every outfit’ fabric as you are.” She tried to keep her voice low, crossing her legs in the water with a soft splash. “But I think I’m a pretty decent actress, and I have worked really fucking hard on this role. Nora means a lot to me. So if you could just act like I’m fit to be in the same shot as you, I’d really fucking appreciate it.”

Steve watched her, frowning, both of those raised eyebrows stalling down low over his eyes. If she hadn’t been refusing to notice him, she’d spot the subtle clench of his jaw that all the teenyboppers seemed to swoon to these days. Not that it was really worth swooning over.

“You surprise the hell out of me, Lewis. ‘Cause I figured out you were a better actor than me the second I saw you as Nora.”

“Do not patronize me, Rogers.”

“Darcy.” He rested a cautious hand between them, leaning on it to look more intently at her. He was close now, enough that she could see the flecks of blond in his eyelashes, the chapped cracks in his pillowy pink lips. Part of her wondered whether he was going to kiss her now, and pass it off with some stupid excuse about practicing to finish their scene tomorrow. Wait - would that have meant that he wanted to kiss her? Or that she wanted him to want to kiss her? “At this point, I’m mostly afraid of you upstagin’ me. You’re a damn good actor. And a...hell of a person, to boot.”

“Good.” She found the gumption to smirk at him, lifting her legs out of the water and getting them beneath her. “Because Nora’s supposed to be the lead role anyway.”

He might have called after her, but there was something to his words that brought a delightfully antagonistic spring to her step and sway to her hips. She didn’t need to know that he thought she was a good actor - but it was nice to hear him finally fucking acknowledge it.

She slept like a baby after leaving the hot tub.

And it was probably worth mentioning that they finished their first kissing scene on the first take the following day.

It didn’t stop them from practicing the kiss when they got back to the motel, though.

#shieldshock #darcy lewis #steve rogers

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plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows · 3 years

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[TAG] Word Find

I was tagged by @heliopauseentertainments! The words are green, free, metal, and thunder.

Green is from The Dust Of Ages, a oneshot tying into my Book of Hours verse at the very end of the war where Optimus is called to the Galactic Council to answer for Cybertronian crimes. BoH is a perpetual WIP so I hope it counts lol.

After Earth, the Hub was achingly familiar. Trees lined the cityscape, blue-green leaves fluttering in a gentle breeze. Small avian creatures flitted about the wide eaves of the long, low buildings, oblivious to the close-by noise of the spaceport. The sky was blue, of a warmer tone than that which arched over the Nevadan desert; Optimus registered a marginally higher percentage of argon and methane than that in Earth's troposphere. The air as he stepped out of the Benign Intervention was warm and humid.

Free is from Chapter Six of Rise, currently the main part of Book of Hours. Orion Pax just very politely mouthed off to a slightly higher-caste mech and got slapped for his trouble lol.

Then there came a new voice.

“Dear me—what's going on here?”

It spoke in High Iaconian, the language of the Imperial government.

Orion turned his helm, searching for the speaker. Then he shot up out of his chair, kneeling inelegantly before a party of three which contained a mech running Alpha Towers ident codes.

Others in the bar rose to their feet. Most patrons ranked highly enough that they were not required to prostrate themselves as Orion did, but all background conversation ended as if cut with a knife. Eightpiece and Dromon straightened instantly, the former covertly pulling free of the latter's hold.

Metal is from Chapter One of Behind Masks, the fic where I goreify Optimus’ face. Luckily it’s from one of the less gory paragraphs lol.

Smokescreen had, for once, used his processor for something other than mischief. He’d brought a selection of the cotton towels Ratchet had begun using for soft cleaning implements along with the tub of hot water. Energon melted synthetic fibres, but cotton soaked up everything, and was markedly less abrasive than the metalthread cloths they’d brought from Cybertron.

Thunder is from Rise, again, I couldn’t find it anywhere else which is weird bc i feel like i use it a lot XD. Chapter 13.

Megatronus messaged him often. Perhaps with a little more regularity, Orion thought, though perhaps this was his own wishful thinking.

Besides the gladiator himself, two of the regulars on Megatronus’ forum kept in contact between long, harsh work shifts. One, a mech by the name of Thunderblast, introduced herself with an image macro featuring Nominus Prime in a particularly unflattering pose. There had been a caption in the Kaonian script beneath the image. Orion waited until he could get to a Datanet cafe to look up that particular image, just in case, but it proved to be just a viral meme from days gone by. Thunderblast seemed to take Orion’s bemused silence as permission to bombard him with more such images.

(Nominus, sandwiched between the aggressively expansionist Nova and Zeta the Zealot, was often seen as weak and ineffectual in comparison. Orion had seen similar sentiments in higher-caste political memes, though never stated so bluntly.)

No onward tags bc I don’t know hardly anyone on tumblr these days. XD If anyone would like to do this meme anyway, here are some words: time, electricity, feeling, and spark.

#man i gotta finish those edits of rise #why must i find typos four years after i post the damn thing skhfkdhj #kem fic

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midnightghostwriter · 7 years

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close encounter

↬ summary: a trip downtown turns into more than you bargained for

↬ genre: fluff

↬ pairing: jay park x reader

↬ word count: 2.7k

a/n: okay so this is 100% just because i like this story and this week has sucked so here have more fluff. istg someday i will update with something new, but for now bear with me and have this instead.

i will probably change the title bc idk how i feel about it lol

The Pacific Northwest was known more than anywhere else in America for being rainy, gray, and cold, especially during the extended winter months. This fact only became more true the closer one drew to the various bodies of water dotting the state of Washington, leading you to wonder what had possessed you to go on this excursion. It wasn’t precisely far to reach the damp streets of Seattle, but it was far enough that by the time you’d arrived at the bustling hub of Pike Street, and managed to orient yourself at the bus stop a few blocks away, the rain was drumming a fiercer beat than the brave buskers trying to earn a few bucks from passerby despite the inclement conditions.

Hood drawn tight about your face, you dodged your fellow pedestrians as best you could with your vision so limited to what laid directly in your path. You were met with success, ducking into the blessedly covered marketplace. Past the inexplicable statue of a golden pig surrounded by flocks of tourists taking photos and into the warmth of the covered walkway that wound between stalls and established shops alike. The warm air was filled with a myriad of scents; soft florals of the multitude of flower stands, the distinctive smell of fish and seafood fresh from the nearby piers, the hidden sour smell of so many bodies packed into the space. It was almost overwhelming and yet you found yourself enjoying it. It was not often you were able to experience it, and you wanted to commit it to memory in as much detail as possible.

Across the cobbled floor, dampened from the rain soaked soles of shoes that had preceded yours, your feet carried you, slowing their hurried rush to escape the less savory weather to a stroll that allowed you to take in the sights. Past the famous flying fish stand where experienced fishmongers tossed the large sea dwellers into the waiting hands of patrons in the crowd; past the classy restaurant that had managed to claim a small section of the market for the more upscale customers; past a natural food stand and another selling an assortment of wares tourists would brandish to prove they had set foot in this cultural hub.

You allowed yourself to fall into the current of tourists and locals alike, you falling somewhere in the middle as you marveled at some wares and rolled your eyes at others. But nothing caught your eye, and you weren’t keen on truly shopping here anyway. So you followed the flow of people until the line of shops once again opened onto the equally bustling street, blinking a bit as you stepped into the dim grey light. Pausing, you glanced about you before deciding to make your way toward the more formal shopping district a few blocks away.

A slight detour to secure a warm drink from the city’s famous coffeehouse, and you were puffing warm air into the damp chill outside the entrance to H&M. Another stream of chattering people helped you through the doors into the store, some trendy song or another filling your ears as you moved off to the side to avoid being run into. Idly you circled some of the sales racks near the doors, picking at vibrant patterns, and simple colors in fashion-forward cuts.

Intent on your search, you didn’t notice the new rush of shoppers come inside just as you rounded the rack. Your indiscretion found you colliding quite abruptly with an unexpected presence, a flash of gratefulness that you’d consumed your coffee and thus avoided splashing the beverage onto them flitting through your mind. The empty cup tumbled from your fingers as you stumbled a bit and reached for the nearest thing to steady you, which just so happened to be a pair of well-muscled arms that had reached for you. As you took a moment to regain your balance, you couldn’t help a twinge of vague recognition for the tattoos that spread across the tanned skin from beneath the rolled sleeves of the person’s shirt. Hadn’t you seen that design somewhere before?

Then you remembered your situation, and a muddled rush of apologies came tumbling past your lips. The words were met with a low chuckle that had your eyes sliding up the body in front of you to meet your victim’s, the sight nearly tearing a gasp from your throat as your own orbs widened in surprise.

“Nah it’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention,” the guy supporting you assured, hint of a smile playing at his lips. You tried to remember the second nature act of taking in oxygen as a red-hot blush swept across your face. This became infinitely harder when a full smile lit his features at the wide eyes and dropped jaw you were now sporting. “I’m Jay.”

“I know.” The words sprang unbidden from your gaping mouth and you snapped it shut, mortified. Your blush darkened as he laughed again, polite smile now a genuine grin. “I-I mean, I’m…” You eventually managed to provide him with the syllables of your own name and he nodded, repeating it back almost as if he were testing out the sound. Your heart flopped funnily in your chest, eyes darting away from his to focus on a pair of heels on the rack next to you.

“Hey, I’m actually from around here,” he started and you resisted the urge to tell him that you knew that too. “How about I show you some of my favorite spots? You know, as kind of an apology for almost body slamming you into those ugly ass leopard leggings.” At that exact moment you realized your fingers were still resting on his biceps and you tore them away to run a hand through your hair in a manner you hoped was casual, the other diving into the sanctuary of your coat pocket.

“Th-that sounds like fun!” You agreed, hoping he couldn’t hear the nervous strain in your voice or see how your smile wavered shyly under his gaze. You instantly regretted chancing a look at him when you saw his smile bloom again and your heart tripped across your rib cage.

“Great, let’s go,” and you were left no choice but to follow when he turned to lead the way out.

You hadn’t been sure what to expect when you unthinkingly agreed to Jay’s proposal. Maybe he’d bring you to a place in the warehouse district on 1st where he used to practice the dances he was so known for. Or perhaps some hidden corner of one of the parks where’d he sat and thought about the path he wanted his life and his music to take. Hell maybe he was just going to ditch you in some god awful corner of Columbia or something and leave you for dead.

But lucky for you Jay stayed true to you, guiding you along the crowded streets and weaving between alleyways on your own personal tour. Even when he brought you somewhere you had visited in years past, you smiled and laughed at the stories he added to your own memories of the location. With every minute that passed in his presence you found your earlier nerves about being in the presence of someone you so admired slipping, replaced instead with a fondness for the boy beside you.

Pleasant surprise reigned once again when you were dragged (though not quite so forcibly) to a quirky shop of some persuasion you couldn’t discern from the sign. Tucked safely within its warm interior, it suddenly hit you again just who you were with. Sneaking a peek at him, you were startled to find his eyes meeting yours, almost as if he had been doing the same.

“I-is this another spot on the Jay Park Exclusive Seattle Tour?” you asked, trying to tease him and cover up the race horse of your heart in your chest. With a chuckle he shook his head.

“Nope, just looked good and I’m starving,” he replied simply and you snickered.

“Ah, so even the great Jay Park can be won over through his stomach.”

“Is that so wrong?”

“Nah, it’s cute.” The words tripped past your lips before you had time to think, but the raised brow on Jay’s face shed some light on your Freudian slip. “I-I mean, uh, oh shit.” The amused smile on his lips split into full blown laughter as you panicked.

“Pay attention or you aren’t getting anything to eat.” The unexpected reprimand was accompanied by a playful smack to the back of your head, effectively cutting off any rambling apologies or excuses you may have had. Flustered, you glanced at the menu and spat out the first item that looked even remotely edible.

Cowed into silence by your slip of the tongue, you followed him to a table, trying and failing to not overthink every move you made now. Completely lacking any of your usual grace (if you could be said to have even a modicum of the stuff), you flopped into the chair across from him, eyes glued to the granite table top. Jay remained silent, allowing you to wallow in your thoughts that he probably thought you were ridiculous, or even worse you had made him uncomfortable with your comment. God, could this get any more awkward?

Before your brain could spell out each and every way things could be infinitely more awkward, you were started from your thoughts by the appearance of your food. You glanced up from the plate placed before you to find Jay settling back into his seat, already beginning to devour the sandwich he’d ordered.

“Sorry, I should’ve gone to get the food since you paid,” you managed after a moment, your voice hushed with nerves. The reassuring smile he flashed your way sent your heart spiraling out of control and you could feel your blush making its return. You ducked your head, hoping your hair could conceal at least some of the red tint from his vision.

“Don’t be sorry. You say that too much.” He reached across the table and stole one of your fries, smiling teasingly. “Now hurry up and eat or I’m taking yours. I did pay after all, so it’s technically mine anyway.” Finding a small sum of courage with his teasing, you scooted the plate closer to you, rearranging your features into mock offense.

“Nice try but you already gave it to me so it’s mine now.” As if to stake your claim, you lifted one of your fries and pointedly ran your tongue across it before dropping it back amidst its brethren. You repeated the stunt with the top of your sandwich, too caught up in your joke to notice the way his eyes followed the action. “See? Would you really want those now?”

“Jesus, you didn’t have to slobber all over them, Scooby Doo.” You stuck out your tongue again and he pretended to cringe away. With a giggle you picked up your food, taking a bite and finding that you liked it far more than you expected, just as you did your companion.

After the food was consumed (Jay still managing to take a portion of yours hostage, not that you minded terribly) and your energy appropriately restored, you let him lead you from the quaint restaurant and resume your wandering. A glance at the perpetually gray sky, now several shades closer to the black of night, told you that it was probably time to get going if you didn't want to be stuck in Seattle until the morning. Before you could voice these concerns and your need to find the nearest bus stop, however, Jay stopped abruptly, you nearly crashing into him for the second time that day.

“What the heck Jay, say something before you stop like that!”

“Sorry,” he murmured with the presence of mind to look a little abashed at your reprimand. “This is my stop, though.”

“Your-- what?” At last you glanced at the building before you and were surprised to find a hotel. Oh. Of course, he was just visiting so he was probably staying here.

All at once it hit you. This was it. Jay would go inside to his hotel room, you'd board an overcrowded bus, and you'd never see him again except on sns and splashed across articles by zealous netizens. He would go back to Korea and lose himself in his music, and his memories of this day would disappear somewhere over the Atlantic. Your heart twisted painfully at the thought, but you did your best to hide it with another teasing grin.

“Why Mr. Park, what will the keyboard warriors say if they find out I was at your hotel? I should probably leave before they find us!” You made a show of glancing around as if looking for spies in the long shadows of the streetlights and he offered you a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

“You know… I'm still going to be around for a few days.” Your eyes dart back to him, though his gaze is focused on the cracked city sidewalk, hand resting on the back of his neck in blatant nervousness. You tell your heart to stop hoping so it won't be crushed later. “We could… Do this again.” Too late. But his words still take you by surprise, washing all other coherent thought from your mind.

“I… What? Huh?” Smooth.

“Today was fun, and I want to see you again,” he says, the words spilling out into the cracks between you rushed, as if he’s afraid taking too long will change your mind. A tentative smile spreads your lips.

“Really?” Your voice is small, hushed with the ghost of a younger girl with a dream like this, hoping against hope that it was really coming to life.

“Really. Gimme your phone.” You slide the device from your pocket and place it in his hand, committing the warm brush of his fingers against yours to memory. With anxious eyes you watch as they fly across your screen and then suddenly you're looking at a string of numbers with his name across the top. “Call me as soon as possible.” Bubbling over with happiness, a giggle escapes you as you tuck your phone away.

“Okay.” He smiles properly at your acquiescence and you think you could get used to seeing it, even if the return of your skipping heart tries to remind you no, you never would.

“It's getting late, you should probably go before it gets too sketchy.” You roll your eyes.

“This place is always sketchy,” you shoot back. “But I guess I should. If I miss the next bus I'll be stuck out here for another half an hour.” And yet neither of you moves. You, because you are afraid the moment you turn away this will all become a beautiful dream and he'll vanish with it, and he because of a reason you don't know and don't dare to guess. But it's now or never, so with your heart in your stomach you wave and turn away. You make it maybe three steps before those already familiar fingers close around your wrist, yanking you back around with a Wait.

And then before you can say anything or process how you're so much closer to him than you've dared to be all day, or the way his arms feel around your waist, or how wow his eyes are way nicer up close, his lips are on yours and holy shit this is the last thing you expected but you definitely don't object. Especially when you lean up just a bit and you realize that you can feel his heart beating just as fast as yours when it occurs to him that you're actually kissing him back.

It's only a second, a breathless, heart-pounding, everything you've ever wanted in the world, second and then he's pulling away, staring at you in a way that has your stomach doing back flips. And then, in true Jay fashion, he ruins the moment entirely to mumble you forgot this.

And fuck if that cheesy line doesn't make you want to kiss him again.

#hallyuwritersnet #khh scenario #aomg scenario #jay park scenario #khh fluff #aomg fluff #jay park fluff #; this was actually based on a mini scenario my friend sent me once #; about how i might bump into jay in seattle lmAO #; and i couldn't resist turning it into a whole thing so HERE IT IS #; slay me #not rated

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