#tekken fluff

[itjazzbicch]

About Time

Pairing: Hwoarang x Reader 

Summary: Training together as they shared the same master, Hwoarang struggles to accept that he lost to the reader in the semi-finals, facing his rival Jin Kazama in the finals, and when the final match takes an unexpected turn, Hwoarang's true feelings for his close friend, the reader, rises to the surface...

Warnings:  Slight swearing, an injury (but that's about it!)

Word Count: 1.6k 

"What bull!"

Hwoarang only made me laugh as I followed him into the hall while the rest of the semi-finals were ongoing. We had both trained together with our master, Baek Doo San and when the King of The Iron Fist Tournament was announced, we both wanted to enter. Although Hwoarang's motivation was different than mine, I still gave it my all, and in the semi-finals, I managed to beat him in the toughest fight I've been in yet.

"Don't act so surprised!" I poked at him with a confident smile, "We've trained together for how long? You should know that I'm no pushover."

"I know," He groaned, huffing out in frustration and looking out to see that Jin Kazama had just won and would be seeing me in the finals.

That didn't help with his attitude; he gritted his teeth and was more frustrated that he couldn't get his hands on Jin now.

I think that it did somewhat help him accept his loss to me. How he gazed into my eyes showed that he respected me and my skill. There was still some attitude in his tone, but he put up his fist towards me, murmuring:

"Just beat up that punk, Jin, for me."

"Say less," I chuckled, fist-bumping him and sharing a smile, the determination to win in my gaze.

Heading back down to the stage, I had to focus. I had never faced Jin like Hwoarang, and I knew he was nothing to scoff at. Jin was the leader of Mishima Zaibatsu before and has won tournaments before.

Getting in stance as we faced off, I saw Hwoarang watching, how his eyes told me that he believed in me, which made my desire to win even stronger. I didn't want to let him down and get even closer to winning this whole tournament.

Just as I expected, Jin was making me work for this, but I ensured that every time I hit him, a lot of fire was packed into it.

At the climax of our fight, we were both sweating and panting, trying to end this. I sent out a kick that he blocked, but I could flip and hit him with my other foot, which sent him back. Running to close in our distance, I went to hit him with my signature kick that no one ever took without getting knocked out.

Mid-air, everything was in slow motion, and his eyes... They were red suddenly, these weird markings on his forehead. I could hear the growl he let out before he hit me with a punch that was so fast to see, feeling the unbelievable impact in my stomach.

It felt like I got struck by lightning or something, spitting out a loud groan as it sent me flying clear into the fencing of the ring, curling up into a ball. I was scared that my ribs may have been broken.

"I-I-" I was crying, not from the pain, but the fact that I had to say these words, holding up my hand, "I give."

"Your winner! Jin Kazama!"

The crowd was thrilled to see what a good fight that was, but something was up with Jin. His eyes were brown again, and when he looked at me, it seemed that he didn't realize what he had done, eyes filling with shock and concern as he saw me in this defeated and wounded state.

"Y/N..." He gasped, coming over to help me, "I'm-"

Reaching his hand toward me, there was this huge pop from the crowd, feeling a gust of wind and an angry yell:

"Get your damn hands away from Y/N!"

My pupils expanded at the sight of Hwoarang zipping in front of me, kicking Jin's hand away, then kicking the shit out of his chest that sent him reeling.

I knew that Hwoarang had been itching to get his hands on him, but this was different. The crowd was eating this up, and I noticed security coming in, trying to stand by, gripping and clinging to the fence.

"C'mon Jin! I'm not finished with you!"

Hwoarang was bouncing quickly in his stance, watching Jin like a tiger ready to strike as he was climbing off his knees, but something in me wouldn't let me sit and watch this, groaning out:

"Hwoarang! Stop it-"

That weird blow Jin hit me with really did a number on me, Hwoarang freezing and coming back to me as I fell to the mat again.

"I have you," He said quietly, his voice filled with anger, but he stuck to his word, scooping me into his arms.

It was already enough with how I felt so down from losing, now seeing Hwoarang like this. I was so much more emotional, hated how I looked so weak while curled up in his arms, both our eyes darting over to Jin, who was holding his chest from Hwoarang's kick, holding out his hand toward me:

"I never intended to harm you, Y/N..."

Staring intensely into his eyes, I felt he was telling the truth but hiding something about himself. When he punched me, it was like he transformed into something with this strange power that he didn't have control of. None of his previous strikes during our fight had such malice, making me question what happened to him during that last strike.

"Shut the hell up," Hwoarang spat, staring a hole through him and turning away with me, following the security line out and to the trainer's room.

Luckily, none of my ribs were broken, as I feared, but I needed to be wrapped up and some cold therapy for the pain. My head was hung low, confused and disappointed in myself, but my head perked up a little as Hwoarang stood before me, clearly still pissed and crossing his arms:

"So, what happened out there? I thought you had him."

"I thought so too," I sighed, staring at the floor as I told him what happened, "But while I was going to hit him with my kick, his eyes... They changed to red, and when he punched me, it was so strong and weird... I don't know how to describe it."

"His eyes turned red?" This perplexed him, but he let out a deep, angry sigh as he seemed to remember something, whispering under his breath, "That's right. He's got some strange power."

"What do you mean by that?" It was now clear to me that there was something about Jin that I didn't know, and the thought of it didn't cross Hwoarang's mind because he was so worked up about not making it to the finals.

There was this strange and suspenseful moment of silence, staring into each other's eyes as he mentally tried to find the words to explain it to me.

I didn't even care at that moment, my head falling again in disappointment, whispering to him:

"I'm sorry that I lost..."

"Don't even worry about it," He said quickly, squatting to look me in the eyes, smiling softly at me, "Seriously. You still gave him one hell of a fight."

"Thanks..." It was nearly impossible not to smile back, even if it was just a little, going back to the typical ways of our dynamic and poking at him a little, "I never seen you so pissed off before, just for me... Thanks for being there for me."

"Y-Yeah..." He stuttered a little, his cheeks turning pink as he stood back up and looked away, "It's no problem."

I had to laugh at how adorable he looked, holding my ribs but giggling to keep my pain down as he turned from pink to red, snapping at me playfully:

"Who are you laughing at, huh?!"

"I'm sorry," I wheezed softly, wincing at my ribs and seizing up.

"Stop laughing before you hurt yourself even more," He scolded, holding me upright by the shoulder, squeezing and getting some of the tension in my body to go away.

"That Jin sure is strong," I panted quietly, the pain making me say, "I should've let you kick his ass."

"Yeah, you should have," His eyes rolled but fixed on me, growing with more anger towards Jin as he noticed how hard I closed my eyes, fighting off some tears. Sitting me up in a position where my ribs wouldn't hurt as much, hugging me softly and whispering, "You can let it out if you need to, okay?"

As much as we toyed and messed with each other, knowing how deeply he cared for me made my emotions spike up again; gently hugging him back, again trying to cope with all the feelings by joking around again, whispering to him:

"Thanks, you big softy."

"Cut me a break," He huffed, chuckling himself and making me freeze when his head laid on mine, whispering back, "You should know by now that you're special to me."

My heart started pounding, something deep in my heart making me tilt my head, gazing up at him:

"Hey, Hwoarang..."

"Yeah?"

I couldn't contain how I felt about him, kissing him when his gaze met mine. His kiss back was so soft and sweet, holding his cheek as it grew deeper, his arms still gentle as they closed around me more.

Our lips broke away with a quiet gasp, but we shared a smile, telling him:

"You're special to me, too."

"Well, yeah, it's me." He was always so cocky, making me roll my eyes playfully, but I was the one who was all flustered when he kissed me when I wasn't looking, winking at me and chuckling as I looked at him with butterflies multiplying in my stomach, "About time this happened..." 

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[luneariaa]

ღ || in piscinam.

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : claudio serafino x fem! reader.

✰ 𝐰. 𝐜. : 1k+

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : claudio sees you within the cool waters of the pool, before deciding to approach you and make his presence known.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : reader is wearing a dress ( mentioned ), claudio might be ooc, pretty much a self-indulgent fic. also very fluffy <33

✰ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : my very first attempt on writing for him, and the ideas have been brainrotting in my mind for weeks 😭💙 so i just knew that i had to actually post this one out.

. dividers by @/saradika-graphics !! 💫

The light taps of your shoes filled the silent hallways, stepping against the perfectly marbled floors with such ease within the private sanctuary within Italy– the Duomo di Sirio, as it was known to some others. You are also recognized to be in a quite higher position than others as well, just below CLAUDIO SERAFINO himself, as you are his personal confidante. One of his most trusted person, as far as he’s aware.

Not a single soul in sight, so you have decided to take a quick dip within the clear waters of the pool nearby, just to try to cool yourself off due to the warm weather. Claudio wasn’t around as well, since the last time you checked his schedule, he had some important errands to tend to.

Eventually arriving at the intended location, you take one last look around you, just to make sure that no one is present– gradually letting your dress fall onto the hard ground without any sound and changing it to a transparent one, before immediately letting yourself sink within the cool waters below.

Today seemed strangely quiet. For Claudio, at least. He was expecting any sort of greeting from you once he arrived not too long ago, but instead, he finds himself searching for your whereabouts around the place. 

Several thoughts are running through his mind, and yet, none of them have made any proper thoughts due to how messy it currently is. His steps are quite heavy, yet cautious as to not attract any attention somehow. These past few months have been admittedly stressful for him, and it has tested some bits of his patience in ways unimaginable.

It didn’t take him long enough to halt on his tracks, spotting a rather familiar someone by the clear waters. It’s pretty unexpected to see someone taking a dip at this time of the day, yet he couldn’t even blame the said person, as the weather outside has been nothing but merciless to them.

He leaned himself over the edge someplace almost hidden, not wanting his presence to be acknowledged just yet as he rests his arms atop of it. His slate blue eyes are quite sharp and observant, clearly now having different thoughts as he sees the person in the pool, yet none of them has any.. Unholy intentions, dare he say, but rather, one gaze that is filled with pure adoration and silent amazement. 

The sunbeams from above seemed to have touched your face perfectly, which made your expression to appear more serene in a way. Your now wet hair flows down so beautifully, as if you originally belonged in a portrait that’s being highly revered and taken care of– or that’s how he told himself to be, at least.

His thoughts never lied to him, because why would he?

Claudio begins to feel some sort of a strange sensation within his heart– has he been living in a certain darkness for all this time? His throat feels dry, his mind goes hazy for a while there. He has always been a man who's focused solely with his own assigned duties naturally; all the while, trying to avoid any potential distractions within his line of work.

But the sight he’s witnessing right now made him really think deeply. Has he never seen you being all relaxed and ethereal like this? You did it all so effortlessly, which made him possibly be baffled with his own actions if you ever caught him watching you like this.

Without moving away from the spot just yet, the Italian exorcist moves his hand in a smooth fashion– creating something rather unexpected, yet beautiful for anyone who’s able to see it. A small, blue butterfly begins to emerge out of nowhere; glowing vibrantly as it follows the magic flow from his hand, flying discreetly towards where you are. 

The seemingly glowing butterfly gracefully glides across your features, immediately catching your attention as he intended. He watched, as it landed just on your cheek nicely, making you look even more divine from his perspective. It compliments your features so well, which makes his heart swell. 

Claudio has not experienced these types of feelings for a long time now, and he wants– no, needs to keep feeling it deeply within his heart, if he were so bold to say. A warm, genuine smile made its way to his handsome face, wanting to let the scene unfolding ahead of him to be engraved within his memories alone.

The way you smiled as the butterfly flew around you– it is something that he didn’t want to ever forget. Sure, you are his confidante, but your smile alone is enough to send his heart beating so rapidly, as if you are his lifeline. Claudio didn’t even remember when was the last time he’s able to observe you properly like this, without any work-related distractions.

The feeling just escalates even further as he sees how gentle you are, cradling the butterfly on the palm of your hands with an expression of pure awe. He could admit he had feel.. Something, within him– a type of feeling that he ever tried to shut it away from.

When the butterfly has gradually flown away, his smile remains– clearly still mesmerized by the genuine actions you’ve portrayed. It’s beginning to feel a bit funny for him since he doesn’t want the feeling to stop just yet–

“How long have you been standing there, Signore Claudio?”

Has he been stuck within his own train of thoughts for that long? It startled him slightly when your mere voice managed to pull him out from his own little world; now realizing that he has finally been caught. But that’s like the least of his worries at this point.

You have propped one of your hands up by the pool’s edge, placing your head atop of it with an amused expression. Somehow, he doesn’t know how, but you looked even more.. Attractive, looking at him that way. So his smile returned without any ounce of hesitation present.

“I’ve been here for a while now, cara.”

His reply was simple; quickly being followed by the temporal lingering silence between the two of you. But this only made your curiosity grow, tilting your head slightly as you added more words to your previous question even more.

“Have you, really?”

A small smirk is present upon your delicate features by now, “Do you know how improper it is to stare at a lady who’s bathing?”

“I’m aware,” he answered with honesty, not even shifting his gaze away from you just yet. “I just couldn’t resist, bella.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, not wanting to admit that those little nicknames he has specifically given to you did make you swoon internally. Claudio has always possessed a certain charm with him– maybe being Italian is one of them– but that’s beside the point. He’s always been this way ever since you decided to work alongside him, so you almost couldn’t tell yourself.

Not even moving away from your current spot, he begins to approach you with several steps closer; eyes not leaving yours as if he’s simply trying to convey his unspoken words from there.

“You sure know how to make a man’s heart throb.”

“Oh, do I?” You tried to mask your surprised expression, giggling a little with the maintained eye contact. “Do I, perhaps, have caught your heart at least, Signore?”

The Italian exorcist stops just not too far in front of you, yet leaving just a few spaces between you both as he kneels in front of you. Without thinking twice, he leans his face just a bit– his heartbeat is so rapid that he’s sure you might be able to hear it if you went a bit closer to him.

His mind is telling him to move away this instant, but his heart tells him otherwise. Perhaps, something just awakened within him, that he just begins to fall into a clear realization? You have been his confidante for years, after all, maybe that’s why he dares to become a little more bold right now.

Maybe you are the lady who was meant to be his equal in a lot of ways. Maybe now he knows what he’s been lacking.

Claudio was unsure yet, but he can tell for one thing– his heart has spoken to him. He knows what he wants, and he’ll try to slowly pursue it.

“Ah, don’t get too close to the waters. Or else, I might have to pull you along with me.” You leaned your head backwards and slightly move away from him, which caught him off guard.

He decided to just follow what his heart tells him. A genuine chuckle escaped from his luscious lips; already feeling even more entertained by the whole ordeal.

“Is that an offer, bella?” His Italian accent is thickening somehow, and deeper as he spoke those words, his smirk reappearing within seconds. “Then, who am I to refuse?”

You had your brow raised, before giggling then returning his smirk in a similar fashion– swimming even further away from him as a way to possibly tease him, “Well then..”

“You know what to do, Claudio.”

mb idk how to properly end it lmao-

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Awkward In Love

₊˚ෆ Hwoarang x (Fem) Reader ₊˚ෆ

 ₊˚ෆ Wordcount: over 700 words or something..  ₊˚ෆ Drabble  ₊˚ෆ

₊˚ෆ Summary : People find it hard to understand the definition of love and Hwoarang is one of them. Ever since he started dating this girl, he started to feel awkward around her…

Love can be awkward, for all the lovebirds around the world… ₊˚ෆ

₊˚ෆ dividers by @saradika-graphics ₊˚ෆ

There are many complications when it comes to the term ‘Love’, it can be hard knowing the meaning of it. It’s difficult for some people, especially for those who have never been in a relationship before. Love can mean many things, yes. Good and bad, all that. This came to this when Hwoarang is officially dating this girl named (Y/n) (L/n), whom he began to have feelings for a while. They were friends at first, for a very long time. All of the sudden, Hwoarang started to develop feelings for her. 

He confessed. Although it was quite awkward because he was struggling to tell (Y/n) how he felt. The stuttering and the mumbles caused him to get embarrassed in front of the girl. He didn’t take a chance to practice on it. Hwoarang thought (Y/n) would reject him. Surprisingly, (Y/n) felt the same way. She, too, had romantic feelings for Hwoarang. Not only Hwoarang was afraid to be rejected, apparently (Y/n) was too. 

Now they’re dating, Hwoarang has been taking (Y/n) on a lot of dates. He wanted to show how much she meant to him. There was this one time where he spilled a cup of coffee on the table while trying to reach for her hand. He kept apologizing and (Y/n) told him that it’s fine, she giggled which caused Hwoarang’s heart to flutter wildly. He loves her smile, her laugh. Hell, Hwoarang adores every single thing about her. 

At the funfair, Hwoarang forgot to bring the small gift from home that he was meant to give to (Y/n) at the place. She didn’t seem to be bothered by it, telling him that he can give it to her when they see each other again. After going for a few fun rides, Hwoarang made a stop at the stall and brought two ice creams with different flavors, one chocolate for him and one vanilla for her. As (Y/n) licked the top of her cone, she noticed how adorable Hwoarang looked when eating his luscious ice cream. Hwoarang turned his face around, knowing that she was looking at him with such a tender expression, leading him to get distracted in her graceful gaze as he bumped into a pole that led him to dropping his chocolate ice cream on the ground. 

(Y/n) let out a little laughter of joy, giggling as she covered her mouth. Hwoarang scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. So the girl shared her ice cream with him as they carried on adventuring around the funfair. Hwoarang appeared to be having an amazing time with her, despite his awkwardness. 

A very few months later, they officially became lovers. (Y/n) has been seeing Hwoarang at one of the tournaments, cheering him on among the crowd and watching him fight against worthy opponents. Hwoarang often gets distracted in the match whenever he locks his gaze onto her, shooting her a wink as he gets his ass kicked. 

She would see him in the changing room after the match, praising him for his efforts and peppering his face with kisses. Hwoarang shied away, his face heating up due to her giving him so much affection. He took her to a Korean restaurant to have some noodles and spicy tteokbokki. He took (Y.n) to his home afterwards, asked her if she wanted anything to drink and stuff like that. Two of them just sat down and watched a thriller together. 

While watching the movie, Hwoarang could feel her body so close towards him and he tensed up when he tried to motion his arm behind her but ended up hitting her face by accident. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, (Y/n)!” 

She knows that he didn’t mean to do it, “It’s alright, Hwoarang, you silly man!” (Y/n) beamed, chuckling. Leaning in close towards him, her head lowered down onto his shoulder. Hwoarang puts his arm around her, “I really didn’t mean to hit you..” 

“I know, you goofball.” 

“Goddamnit, I love this woman..” 

“What was that…?”

“N-nothing..” 

Hwoarang flushed, feeling his heart bubbling by the thought of him saying that he truly loves her so damn much but couldn't say it for some reason. (Y/n) figured out what he said from that mumble of his. She launched a kiss attack on his face, wanting to make him blush, “I love you too, Hwoarang.” 

“Even when I’m so awkward?”

“Yes. Honestly I love your awkwardness, Hwoarang. Actually, I love…everything about you. Your cockiness and awkwardness is what I love most about you.” 

It warmed his heart when you professed your love for him, Hwoarang motioned his hand to cup your face as he kissed you lovingly, “I love everything about you too.” 

a/n - I'm so sorry this was short and boring to read, I was planning to make this longer fanfic but I was having an enormous writer's block :// so truly sorry on how short this is..

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[admirxation]

May I please request a one-shot for Forrest Law falling in love with a rich woman who’s a frequent customer at his dad’s restaurant and an avid martial artist herself?

Mystery | Forest Law oneshot request

𓆩♡𓆪┆ pairing: Forest Law x fem!reader(afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆ summary: Forest makes it a habit to visit his fathers restaurant, but one night this continuous habit now has a unique involvement — the reader. after captivating his attention, he fixates on getting to know the mysterious reader.

𓆩♡𓆪┆ word count: 3.5k

𓆩♡𓆪┆ warnings: female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for the reader. no graphic content like smut, this is mainly cute and fluff content.

𓆩♡𓆪┆ a/n: hey anon! i rlly hope you like this, i rlly enjoyed writing this; i'm obviously a smut writer but it was fun to write something cute and fluffy. thank you so much for picking me to give your request to and future requests are always welcome when my inbox is open again.

𓆩♡𓆪┆ my links: masterlist | ao3 profile | kofi

Inside his father's restaurant, the heady aroma of simmering spices wafted through the air, the warmth of the lighting and the murmur of conversations formed a comforting and inviting energy that filled that atmosphere. Forest sat at the back, eating his favourite meal he ordered every time he visited, wanting to kill time while his father walked around and spoke to the most important people in the room.

Forest’s eyes wandered across the room, taking in the diverse decoration on the walls and the groups of people talking and laughing amongst themselves. He stared for a moment, wondering what the larger groups were talking about, possibly if it was someone’s birthday or a job promotion celebration, looking further to see if he could figure out which people were the least favourite and tried to conjure up some backstory to them when looking their appearance. He picked out what he thought were the natural leaders of the group, the most successful, the ones who were struggling. Still, amidst the lively chatter and his continuing thoughts, his attention was drawn to a corner table for one, captivated by the woman who sat there — you. You were a vision of refined beauty; your presence naturally commanded Forest’s attention, and he accepted to follow as he continued to be mesmerised by you.

He did a dance between watching you and then shifting his eyes somewhere else to go back to you, not wanting you to notice as he stared at your beauty. He noticed how your hair fell gracefully; you held a natural grace that created a timeless beauty, producing an air of mystery, a captivating allure that hinted at a story to be untold — a story Forest wanted to be a part of.

You were dressed in your favourite colour for tonight, exuding elegance where you walked as the fabric of your clothing flowed with every subtle movement, a dance of sophistication that continued to hold Forest’s attention. What truly caught Forest’s attention was the details that adorned you. Delicate pieces of jewellery placed on your fingers, each ring a testament to the craftsmanship and your great taste. As you lifted the glass of wine to your lips, the play of light caught the sparkle of the subtle necklace that was gently pressed on your collarbone.

Forrest couldn’t help but be captivated by how you engaged with the waiter; he couldn’t exactly hear in detail, but he could see a warmth in your body language, your polite manners and smile to the waiter. Forest had only come to “kill time” but instead caught himself staring at how beautiful you were; he was now making backstories and assumptions about you, and the population surrounding you was just the blurred background while you were the focalised subject.

There was an effortless charm to your interactions that just enticed Forest to speak to you, but he didn’t know how to approach you, not being able to think of an excuse to start a conversation with you.

Time seemed to stretch at that moment, allowing Forrest to savour the unexpected beauty of the distanced encounter. With its familiar sights and sounds, the restaurant transformed into a stage where you were the focal point.

But now, Forrest needed to leave.

As he walked towards the exit, he made it his mission to walk past you. You didn’t notice him, but he noticed how you were the reason for his heart to beat a little quicker, the reason for that small smile that crept up on his face when he walked past and smelt your perfume. He couldn’t recognise the scent, but all he knew was that it belonged to the most beautiful woman he enjoyed being in the same room with.

~~~

The ambient hum of conversation outside filled the air of the bustling city as Forest sat alone in his room, looking at the blank wall while being lost in his thoughts; a previous vision of elegance left him lost in contemplation, keeping him to replay your vision in his mind over and over again. Forest continued to lay in a still position as he found himself lost in a mental reel, playing out scenarios of what it would be like to approach you. The weight of missed opportunities weighed on his mind, and he silently chastised himself for not seizing the chance to just speak to you when walking past.

“The restaurant belongs to my father; that could have been an easy conversation starter, you idiot,” Forest whispered to himself.

Forest conjured various conversation starters in his imagination — witty remarks, clever observations, and charming anecdotes that would elicit your smiles. He imagined how your laugh would sound, wanting to observe how your eyes crinkle at a well-timed joke. Each scenario played out like a carefully scripted scene in a movie, the perfect dialogue and flawless execution etched into his mind.

This wasn’t like Forest; he didn’t have any woman control his feeling as you had manipulated them and continued to remain in his thoughts. He usually kept a calm composure and arguably a cockiness in his personality; he didn’t overthink into decisions like this, but you brought a different side to him.

As the night wore on, beginning to feel his eyes becoming heavy, he decided to break free from the cocoon of his contemplation and promise himself that if he saw you again, he would talk to you. With a newfound determination, Forest lay to sleep, having excitement buzz through him with the possibility of seeing you soon.

~~~

Forest made another visit to his father's restaurant; the familiar scent of spices and the rhythmic clattering of pots and pans greeted him as he stepped to the back to find his father. The previous day's encounter with you still lingered in his mind, and he couldn’t shake the desire to know you more. Determined, he went through the bustling tables to seek out his father amid the controlled chaos of the restaurant’s kitchen.

“Hey, Dad,” Forest greeted, a mix of curiosity and eagerness evident in his voice.

His father turned from overseeing the kitchen staff and greeted Forest with a nod and a look of surprise and confusion: “Forest, what brings you here? You’re never here this time of day. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything is fine,” Forest replied to sound casual, “I was here yesterday, and I wanted to maybe ask you something.”

His father raised an eyebrow, wondering what his sudden interest was in his business. The kitchen staff had now continued to get back to work, ignoring the conversation these two were now having, allowing Forest to feel comfortable in asking his questions about you.

“Um, I was here yesterday, and I saw someone interesting… A woman and I was wondering if you could tell me who she is?”

Marshall let out a breathless small laugh for a moment as he folded his arms: “I’m going to need more information than, son, many women come walking through these doors.”

After mustering up the courage, Forest described your appearance subjectively, not mentioning the poetic descriptions of beauty but merely focusing on your hair, eyes, and stature. But most importantly, he mentioned the corner you sat at, a corner for one person that was nearest to the best decoration in the whole restaurant.

Marshall nodded as he raised an eyebrow, as well as a knowing smile that played on his lips: “Ah, I think you’re talking about Ms Y/N L/N; she sits in that corner every time she comes here; she’s a very important patron of ours and contributes a lot to this business. A lovely woman… Not just in her appearance.”

Forest felt embarrassed at those last few words, realising how obvious his attraction was to you now.

“Thank you, um, is she —” he was cut off.

“Look, son, she’s a regular here and enjoys the quiet ambience around her; I would rather her be in peace when she eats here. I know why you’re here, but I advise you to leave her alone; she’s very important and doesn’t seem like the type who wants to get involved with strangers… I’ve never seen her invite anyone to dinner, always alone and solitary, enjoying her own company.”

A mixture of disappointment and understanding crossed Forest’s face; of course, it was too good to be true that a beautiful woman happened to be in his father's restaurant.

“Um, how did you know what I want?”

“You never ask about anyone here, and now you’re suddenly interested in a woman; bit obvious, don’t you think?” he laughed momentarily, “Jokes aside, please take my advice.”

“Sure, Dad. I just… She just caught my attention, and I thought it was worth a shot,” he shrugged as he started leaving the kitchen.

“It happens. But remember, some people don’t want to be disturbed; some were made to live solitary lives.”

Forest left the conversation with a heavy heart; the allure of your mysterious presence was now accompanied by restraint. He couldn’t deny the logic behind his father's words, but the lingering curiosity and a need to rebel kept tugging at these thoughts — but no matter how reckless he could be, he didn’t want to disappoint his father.

~~~

Throughout the day, Forest couldn’t shake the image of you from his mind. He observed you discreetly only for a moment, but this was enough time to note how effortlessly you captured his attention. He stayed longer at his father’s restaurant for some dinner, poking and prodding his food around the plate in disappointment with seeing you hadn’t arrived like yesterday. The restaurant buzzed in energy, but Forest wasn’t eager to observe the individuals as usual — he had found a favourite person to analyse and only wanted to look at you.

As the evening progressed, Forest’s father noticed the forlorn expression he kept on his face. Throughout the night, Marshall had been greeting various guests when he could involve himself in conversations with the most important people coming through the doors. As he engaged in these talks, he had his eyes naturally look over to the lonesome Forest and observed that sadness that could only be linked to that previous conversation. After some time of watching, he finally approached to talk again.

“Do you want to talk?” Forest’s father inquired as he placed his hand on the available seat opposite him, taking Forest out of a state of constant overthinking and disappointment.

“Not much to talk about; it was settled before,” he was direct but not disrespectful in his speech.

Marshall saw Forest's feelings and momentarily invited himself to sit with him.

“Come on, speak to me.”

He sighed before speaking: “I’m a little disappointed… She just seemed so… I don’t know, interesting. Even if it went to nothing, I’m sure I would have appreciated just having one conversation with her.”

“She is a fascinating woman,” Forest shot a look of ‘this isn’t helping’ toward his father. Marshall sat there momentarily, his fingers interlocking and thumbs twirling as he hesitated in his next speech, trapped in a contemplative look that Forest couldn’t read. “Well, she is also a regular at the dojo; she trains there every single night, and if you’re interested… maybe find a way to talk to her, maybe show her what I trained you.”

A spark of hope ignited in Forest’s eyes. “Wait, if she goes there regularly, how come I’ve never seen her? I’m there all the time.”

“She goes an hour after you leave.”

Typical, Forest thought.

“Just go an hour after you usually go, be respectful, but please remember, if she values her privacy and does not engage, do not force her to engage in the way you want her to.”

Forest thanked his father and mentally noted the timing; a feeling of renewed excitement had enticed him again. Forest’s mind was now filled with the thoughts of how he would talk to you, also wondering if you liked martial arts as much as he did or just learning. He was picturing maybe teaching you a thing or to if you were a beginner, but most importantly, he just wanted to get to know you behind your mystery.

~~~

An hour later, Forest found himself standing outside the familiar dojo his father had also owned; a mix of nervousness and excitement coursed through him; he found it strange how he knew this place off by heart, but it felt like entering a new destination.

The atmosphere of the dojo was one of calm intensity. The rhythmic sounds of disciplined movements, punctuated by measured and controlled breaths, filled the air. The mats beneath Forest’s feet offered a subtle cushioning as he watched the room for you. His eyes scanned the room and found you, the one whose aura had left an ever-fixed mark on his imagination. You were alone; this time of night was unpopular with the rest of the customers.

You stood in the corner — secluded once again – executing precise and fluid movements. Clad in traditional gi, you exuded an air of focused tranquillity, your eyes fixed on an imaginary opponent. The play of light and shadow accentuated the determination etched on your face; the atmosphere around you seemed to hum with a subtle tension — a testament to the intensity of your training.

Forest hesitated momentarily, unsure of how to approach her amidst the silent symphony of the martial arts you showed expertise in. The serene atmosphere of the dojo was both calming and daunting, creating a delicate balance that echoes the discipline of practitioners like yourself. Summoning his courage, Forest finally approached you with measured steps, waiting momentarily as you stopped in your movements. As he neared you and watched you take notice of him, with those eyes that were making him melt, he couldn’t help but continue to marvel at the grace and precision with which you executed each technique and the natural grace that surrounded you.

You watched him for a moment; you had to admit he was a very attractive man, and you already knew who he was after multiple conversations with his father, but you didn’t know why his son was suddenly interested in speaking to you after the multiple years you attended the dojo and the restaurant with your investments.

“Excuse me, Ms. L/N?” Forest began, his voice cutting through the silence that now filled the dojo. You watched his face and saw a subtle glow of pink on his cheeks, his pupils dilating, as well as his avoided gaze every time you tried to make eye contact with him — you waited for him to tell you his business, and you were secretly enjoying watching up flustered with just a simple introduction; it felt like you had a certain but innocent control over him that excited you. “Um… I’m Forest Law… I’m sure you recognise the name. I saw you in my father’s restaurant, and well, I —”

You regarded him with a small smile: “Forest Law,” you repeated as if testing how the name fits on your lips, “I have heard about you from your father, Marshall; he’s been a lovely man to me. It’s great to meet his son that he talks about finally.”

“He talks about me to you?” he looked confused.

“Yes,” you let out a small laugh, “you might say I already know you a little bit; I’ve heard some of the stories that I won’t mention… But I also hear the love he has for you,” you watched him smile as you said those words, making it more clear of his striving for his father's approval. “No, what brings you here, exactly?”

Forest felt a mixture of relief and nervous energy, grateful that you were welcoming this interruption and complying with conversation; what added to the nerves was now thinking of something to say to fill the silence before it got awkward.

You decided to help him out: “Your father said you were trained well by him, how about you show me some skills? In that time, you could maybe think of what made you want to start this conversation with me,” you gave him a warm smile followed by a light and gentle laugh to poke a little fun at him — he was already starting to like your sense of humour.

Though initially surprised by the request, Forrest couldn’t resist the opportunity to show off his abilities. “Um, sure, sounds… fun, I suppose,” he couldn’t help but let out an awkward laugh to remove the silence.

As you two moved into the training area, Forest felt various emotions. That overconfident part of his personality was excited to live up to the expectations that your father had seemed to speak about to you, but there was a little voice in his head that made him overthink and worry about failing. However, when you both got onto the mats, Forest began to demonstrate a series of fluid techniques, movements of a fusion of precision and agility. — he made it his mission to get out of his head and to show you what he knew he was great at. You observed him with keen interest, your eyes tracking every motion, your eyebrow piquing in interest every time he executed a difficult and impressive move; his intricate combinations had led to your nod of approval.

“Impressive, Forest. Your father was right… There’s a certain finesse in your style.”

Encouraged by your words, Forest asked: “Would you like me to teach you one of the moves? It’s great practice.” You were starting to like the small increments of confidence he was starting to have with you; it was fun knowing his handsome man wanted to get to know you and spend time with you. You considered his proposal while deep in thought when observing the attractive features that were standing out to you, then giving a thoughtful gaze before continuing: “I’d be honoured. Lead on.”

A unique exchange, a martial arts dance between Forest and you followed. Forest guided you through various techniques, patiently correcting your form and offering encouragement now and again; he was also impressed with your own moves that you implemented into his movement combinations.; you absorbed the lessons and made them your own; this confidence and skill only added to Forest’s attraction to you. The dojo echoes with the soft sounds of footsteps, the swish of fabric, and the occasional thud of controlled impacts. Forest continued to marvel at the synchronicity of your aura when practising your own fighting style.

As you concluded your joint session, you began to speak with your eyes, reflecting a newfound appreciation: “Thank you, Forest, I’ve enjoyed this… Your skills are truly commendable. I must say you do put me to shame sometimes,” you laughed.

“What do you mean? You were amazing there,” he got lost when looking into your eyes for a moment, quickly breaking the visual connection, thinking if he lingered his stare too long, you would be weirded out.

“Perhaps you could come with me again,” you started, “we could have some joint training sessions…” Forest was about to agree before you added more to your statement, “ But first you must answer the first question I was waiting on… What brought you here? I know this is your father's property, but I’m only now seeing you… My curiosity will get the better of me.”

Forest took a deep breath.

“Well… I saw you in the restaurant yesterday; I just so happened to stop there randomly and unscheduled to look out and see how my father was doing. As I began to wander… I saw you,” you watched intently, “I find you a beautiful and mysterious woman, Ms L/N —”

“You may just call me Y/N… No need for the sophistication.”

“Thank you… But, as I was saying, I did want to speak to you and was too scared, and I came here after seeing this is your usual time and… I just wanted to get to know the woman that made me nonstop think about her.”

A blush appeared on your cheeks, watching his eyes sparkle as he recounted that night he saw you; the way he titled you as the “beautiful and mysterious woman” just created butterflies in your stomach. You had heard about the many good things about Forest from Marshall and often wondered what this marvellous son was like, and meeting him here and now made that curiosity grow bigger; you wanted to get to know this man more, that gut feeling of knowing this was a man you wanted to see where things would go — so you provided him with an offer.

“I’m very flattered you think of me that way,” you walked a little closer to him, placing your hand on the side of his arm, knowing that would drive him a little crazy, “how about we get to know each other a bit better, maybe meet here again tomorrow… Maybe break away at the mystery I seem to have.”

“I would love that.”

You then leaned in for a moment, giving him a kiss on the cheek, watching as he froze and blushed.

“consider it a thank you for your compliments and what you taught me today,” you said.

As you two excited the dojo together, the bond forged through martial arts now lingered in the air. Forest couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment and connection, grateful and curious at the prospect of an unexpected journey of being involved with you as well as getting to know you more than just a beautiful investor for his father.

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[theanimekid]

oh my god you write for tekken in 2022... can you write something silly/fluff with steve fox and a short (5'3) reader 🥺🥺🥺👉👈

of course, I can! Anon!

Steve Fox and Short! Fem Reader!

I can tell by looking at him... he teases small people. He loves how small and adorable you are. He feels like he can protect you from anything... even the world if he has to.

As a pro boxer, he will carry you to his favorite gym, even if you protest to put you down he won't

He will and can purposely put things in high places so that he can watch in amusement as you try to reach for the cabinet

moments of struggling later, he helps you get it

Let him be a big spoon

When cuddling, he wraps his arms around your tiny waist and snuggles into your hair, inhaling your scent as the two of you watch movies on the couch.

Did I mention he teases short people?

He loves when you wear his shirts or his jackets

compared to him, there is like wearing a giant hoodie!

He'll love the living hell outta you!!!

Hug him behind him while he's training? He'll stop it right then and there and carry you in his arms.

He's the type of boyfriend that loves you unconditionally and fights people who try to mess with you

CEO of short people matters

Love him to bits while giving praises

I need more Tekken Asks, plz send them while I'm still here!!

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[ladyshandioftheendless]

I forgot these were a thing in Tekken 5~

CAN THEY HAVE MATCHING OUTFITS AGAIN?? NAMCO BANDAI THROW US A BONE, PLEASE

#THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE #Tekken 5 #Jin Kazama #Ling Xiaoyu #CAN'T GET OVER THESE #THE FLUFF ON THE SLEEVES #I-- #I WISH THEY WERE HOLDING HANDS

[hipfoxin]

hello i made fluffy flash fanfiction again after a few years for my fellow hwoasteve enjoyers out there <3

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[tkimaginations]

How Feng Wei would be as your partner

Gif Source: The Fighters Generation

Very serious, being in his first committed relationship, he would have many fears about this new experience, such as how to be a good partner and how to express affection.

He is not someone who has ever thought about dating before, having been a former monk. Coming from the countryside of China, he is quite innocent about certain aspects of big cities, like technology. It would be challenging for him to adapt in the beginning, from using a cellphone or laptop to operating an elevator or any electrical appliances. His first kiss and first sexual experiences would also be entirely new territory for him. If you're a very patient person, you would need to teach him how to navigate these aspects of modern life.

He's quite secretive and doesn't like to share much about himself or his past, especially regarding his master's assassination. He tends to listen more than he talks, especially about himself.

He has a strong affinity for meditation and would invite you to join him in moments of focus and contemplation, even if you initially decline. This is his way of helping you cope with your inner struggles, particularly if you're dealing with mental health issues.

He'd love to teach you Kenpo and would be a demanding instructor, dedicated to helping you learn effectively. If you show an interest, he'd also be happy to teach you Chinese, appreciating your desire to learn about his culture and its history.

His love languages are acts of service and quality time.

When sleeping together, he prefers to be the little spoon, finding comfort in your presence regardless of your height or size.

If you've had a rough day or need comfort for any reason, he'll provide it through massages, offering tea, and meditation. While he may not be the best at verbal expressions of affection, he understands the power of a comforting hug.

Despite his tough exterior, he's willing to face the world for you, demonstrating his dedication and commitment to the relationship.

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[itjazzbicch]

A Sun is Born

Pairing: Claudio Serafino x Mishima!Devil!Reader 

My first time writing for Claudio, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Their entire life being nothing but pain and fighting to awaken their devil and please their father, the reader finally has enough when the opportunity for their own freedom presents itself, hoping to find purification in Italy from the exorcist, Claudio, who learns that the reader is no devil...

Warnings: The reader is mentioned to have faced death and has a messed up past (but that's about it!)

Word Count: 1.3k 

My father and grandfather had been fighting one another for far too long, but at this point, I didn't care anymore. For the first time in my life, I was disobeying my father and doing what I wanted, doing what I felt was right even though I was scared.

Tonight, my life was going to change forever. I wasn't sure if Father would hunt me down once he noticed I was gone. It was too late to try and theorize every consequence of the actions I was about to perform.

Italy was a beautiful place, finding the Arches of Sirius Exorcists and their leader:

"You're Claudio Serafino, correct?"

"I am..." Looking in the corner of his eye, he could see my figure in the shadows of the cathedral, stepping out and pulling my hood down as I introduced myself:

"I'm Y/N. Y/N Mishima...."

His eyes widened with shock. At first, he was speechless, his mind racing with thoughts and questions, but he asked in a severe but soft tone:

"A Mishima? Are you another one of Heihachi's children?"

"No," I answered, trying to keep my emotions back as I hated to say, "Kazuya Mishima is my father."

"I thought Jin was his only child." Claudio grew more perplexed, looking towards the moonlight shining through the glass and onto my face. Staring intensely into my eyes, his intuition told him I was being truthful, swallowing a breath as he asked one last question, "What brings you here?"

My life with my father was brutal. For as long as I can remember, it was all about fighting, training, and gaining power. Nothing else. I couldn't even dare to mess up, or there would be consequences.

All those thoughts made me tear up, crying to this man who was still but a stranger to me, shaking as my body pulsated, my eyes piercing into his as they turned bright red against the moonlight, begging in my cry:

"Help me. Please, Claudio."

--------

That was six months ago, and almost every day, I wondered about my father. Did he know where I was and didn't care? Either way, this war and the madness he was causing needed to be put to an end.

I was fortunate to create a bond with Claudio. I wanted to purge this devil from within me, and he offered me hope and a future along with it. Although we had so much to learn and needed to communicate as, the brother I had never met, Jin Kazama, had faced off with our father. Then a new King of The Iron Fist Tournament?

As much as I hated it, I may need this devil's power to help achieve our shared goal.

We were getting closer and closer as Claudio and I met Zafina, who had excellent knowledge of the devil gene and its origin.

"So, you have Azazel's power in your arm..." Claudio was fixed on her arm, to see a form of the devil itself was quite the sight for a sorcerer and I could only watch in shock.

I had hoped every day that maybe this was all a bad dream, but it was right before me. Watching Zafina's hand glow, she pulled out a dark orb, placing it in her hand, showing this red star being consumed by a dark force.

"Jin's light is diminishing..." She began to explain. It seemed to be that Jin was the key to finishing off Father, which I had no complaints about, but as I stared into that orb, my eyes gazing on her purple claw, my body pulsated hard, a pound in my head, which made me shut my eyes quickly.

"Y/N..." Claudio immediately sensed my discomfort, so caring as he took my hand softly, stepping closer to whisper, "Are you okay, dear?"

"Yeah," I lied, taking a deep breath and barely opening my eyes to seek his confirmation, beginning to pant softly, "May I be excused?"

"No need to ask," He whispered, concerned as I turned away from him, going to a balcony nearby, hoping the fresh air would help.

It must've been Azazel's power. It was the origin of the power within me, and my devil was responding to Azazel within Zafina.

Groaning out, I began to hold my head, remembering how my father made my entire life hell and pushed me to the brink of death, all to make me 'stronger.' My teeth started to sharpen the more I groaned, feeling the tips of my horns trying to escape my temple.

"No," I gritted out, my body tensing up as I hunched over a little, the memories continuing to flood my mind, but my heart telling me, "I'm not like him!"

Gasping for air, I was able to keep my devil suppressed. Stabilizing with deep breaths, I cleared my head as intense, dark emotions always led to something like this happening. After a few moments, I opened my eyes, looking at the pretty blue sky and clouds, trying to smile and be proud that I was able to handle myself, but I jumped slightly as I heard a soft, caring voice behind me:

"You're so strong, my dear..."

I had a feeling Claudio would come to check on me, a tiny smile on my face as he had seen the little fight I had within myself. His compliment made my cheeks warm. Looking away from him as I tried not to look so flustered, whispering:

"I guess I am."

"Believe in yourself, Y/N," Stepping closer and taking my hand, it was the first time in my life that I had someone's pure and genuine encouragement, "It takes great strength in one's mind and heart to overcome the things that you have."

"T-Thank you, Claudio," Looking at my hand in his, a tear fell from my eyes, a bit embarrassed that I didn't know what care was like, but I was grateful, a few more tears leaking out as he caressed my cheek next, wiping away those tears, a smile growing on his face as our gazes met.

He could easily read the emotions I felt through my eyes, stroking my cheek once more before wrapping his arm around my neck, pulling me to his chest, his other arm wrapping around my waist as he kept me warmly embraced.

Burying my face in his chest, I couldn't help but quiver from fighting off cries. I had never hugged anyone. All my memories were horrible ones, and to know that I could look back on this and be happy made my heart overflow with passionate emotions.

Squeezing me some as he felt my quivers, he placed his head alongside mine, whispering to me softly:

"And as you said, you are not like him. Deep in your heart, I know that you are pure, amor."

His care and sweetness were going to make my heart explode; growing some courage, I picked my head up a little to look at him with a single eye.

The way the sun shined into his heavenly blue eyes only made my heart thump harder, but it felt so good, and it was such a divine sight that I couldn't look away.

With a fingertip, he gently pushed my chin up, showing my face, his little smile against the sunlight making him look even more handsome; my eyes shut when I felt his nose brush past mine, feeling a slight shock when our lips pecked each other softly, then pressing into a deeper, tender kiss, my handful of his jacket and never wanting to let this go.

I pressed my lips for as long as I could before my head fell a little, gasping a little, giggling as his hand rubbed up and down my back, cooing to me:

"Breathe, amor."

"I'm sorry," I giggled, growing quiet as I found his eyes and immediately got lost again, "I just couldn't get enough..."

"Don't apologize or worry," In my dark world, I had finally found a sun that was so bright that there were no shadows. He was my sun, believing his every word as he was now my new and sure hope, his smile so precious and handsome as he put his nose against mine, "You'll get plenty more." 

2024 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

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[luneariaa]

Hi, I would like a headcanon of what Lee chaolan x fem's wedding would be like! reader

hii-!! 💜 i love the idea so much,, and i apologize if there's any mistakes since this is my first time writing for Lee!

(o´▽`o) 💜💐 ( and the amount of fics + hcs of him here is criminally low ).

. dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/cafekitsune ! 🦄

-`✧´- wedding headcanons.

you know you won in life when lee decided to marry and take you as his wife, since marriage is quite a serious and a big thing to him. he is ready to fully commit himself to you.

that's when you know how sincere he is regarding that specific topic.

he would be SUPER loyal to you and change some of his ways FOR YOU.

not his charm and playfulness though like never- it stays.

he'll treat you like his only queen 10000%.

you knew that he's going to be the one for you since he decided to take a step forward with you-- especially when proposing for marriage.

anyway, i just know for sure that the wedding day would be SOOO grand! like the guests list would be endless, and he's not afraid to flaunt everything off ( in a good way perhaps! )

he would pick the BEST wedding dress for you, which obviously would be pricey as heck; made by a well-known designer and brand of your choice if you have any.

he wouldn't mind spending lots of money and possibly going broke for you ( which means never, cuz he got that unlimited money bank going on so he would happily spend lots on you lmao ).

also omg let's talk about the meals-- they would def be those high, first class type of meals being prepared there.

and i personally think that lee would want the wedding to be held with a whole grand hall being rented on, or just within his already large, luxurious mansion.

atp knowing how he is, he probably would want to do the whole wedding venue two times-- bc he's THAT guy.

also, alisa and xiaoyu gonna be your bridesmaids bc the idea is just too cute to me <33

lars and jin gonna be his ( jin mainly joins bc of xiaoyu's convincing lmao ).

claudio might be one of those chefs and waiters ( just wanna add him hh- )

overall, lee is gonna admire and cherish you a LOT nonetheless of where you both decided to marry. he's just happy to be able to properly claim you and finally call you his wife to the whole world <33 !!

and and i just thought that he probably would rent a whole island or like, take you to travel other countries during your honeymoon phase with him; entirely your pick, he wouldn't mind.

i got carried away hhh i hope you liked this! <333

@luneariaa. do not repost; reblogs are alright. all rights reserved.

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[xxladyballadxx]

Definition Of Love

♡ Hwoarang x (fem) Reader ♡

Summary: Right after the tournament, Hwoarang discovered that he has feelings for his best friend. Her beaming gaze set a fire in his heart and that’s when Hwoarang found out that he’s in love with her….

♡ dividers by @cafekitsune ♡

The fiery crowd cheered for Hwoarang’s victory against the pro wrestler named King. Your heart bursts out in joy, seeing that he has won victoriously. “Yay! You did it!” You shouted with all your might, hoping that Hwoarang would hear you loud and clear from the crowd. Somehow, Hwoarang heard your voice. The hot red-headed guy must have pretty good ears or something. He pulled up a smirk across his face, feeling much happier that you’re here to watch the match. Hwoarang shot you a wink that caused you to shy away as you lifted your hand to your lips and giggled. You then turned your face back on him, smiling. 

This set off a stirring feeling that he never felt before, blazing throughout his entire body. Hwoarang felt this…warmth coming from his best friend. Something he couldn’t easily describe since this never happened to him before. Hwoarang gruffed and shook his head, scratching behind it, “Aish…this is such bothersome…” he hopped off the ring, trying to shake off that feeling. You noticed something is off with him so you got off your seat to see him in the changing room. 

You rushed down in the hallway and spotted an annoyed Hwoarang sitting down on the bench, “Hwoarang, are you okay?” you asked with concern, walking up to him. “Huh? I’m fine…” Hwoarang didn’t make eye contact with you for some reason, his face still lowered to the floor as he was deep in thoughts. You sat down with him, wondering what’s bothering him. 

What appears to be bugging him, you wonder?

“I thought you were happy winning that match against King..”

“I am, I…” Hwoarang heaved a sigh, his face struck down to his hands. Why is it that he’s getting an endless cycle of fuzzy feelings whenever his own best friend is around him? 

You gave a heartfelt smile, had a thought of something that would cheer him up, “Would having tteokbokki (spicy rice cakes) with me make you any better? We could go and get some if you want.” 

Hwoarang held his head up, finally looking at you with a short-comforting smile, “Sure I-I would love that.” he stood up, jerking his head towards the exit as you followed behind him. The two of you left the fighting arena and headed off to a Korean restaurant to stomach down a portion of tteokbokki. 

At the Korean Restaurant where not many people were hanging around, Hwoarang couldn’t talk much ever since he started to feel something for you. So he just listens to you talking about your weekend. Hwoarang slurped on his tteokbokki and his face softened with a flush when he realized that he couldn’t lay his eyes off you. Your smile, your eyes, your beautiful (e/c) hair, your voice. Everything about you had him grow a very special flame in his heart. This caused him to realize that he sees you more than just a ‘friend’. 

You noticed Hwoarang wasn’t speaking much since there’s something on his mind bugging him, “Are you sure you’re okay, Hwoarang? You’ve been awfully a bit quiet.” 

“Huh? I’m fine, really.” You could still sense that there’s something on his mind but you didn’t want to pry him any further so the two of you just carried on eating a portion of delicious tteokbokki, stuffing them into your stomach. 

Right after that, Hwoarang offered you a ride home and he didn’t say much besides saying goodbye to you, saying ‘take care of yourself’ and stuff like that. When Hwoarang got back home, he slouched on his bed with that warm feeling burning his heart up. 

Could this be…love that he was feeling?

Hwoarang clicked his tongue, slamming the back of his head on the pillow in annoyance with his arm over his head, “There’s no fucking way….do I really like her that much?” As much as he hates to admit it, he figured out that he has a thing for you. 

How could he not realize it sooner?

Does he think he has a chance with you?

As the warming rays of sunny days go on, Hwoarang has been stuck with training so he hasn’t been seeing you that much often. His master, Baek Doo San, had a huge go at him for not focusing and paying attention during training. Hwoarang apologized, being given a thousand push-ups by him. He was getting distracted a lot because you’ve been constantly on his mind 24/7. That’s why he wasn’t paying any attention to Baek’s strong blows during training. Hwoarang was thinking about you. 

After the training, Hwoarang headed straight home to lie down. With that, he was thinking of meeting up with his best friend Steve Fox, to ask him any advice on how to confess to the person he really likes. You, obviously. The truth is; Steve wouldn’t be much help since he never dated anyone before. Not that Hwoarang knows of, he never actually asked him if he has dated anyone. 

What does Hwoarang know about Love? How could he possibly know what it is? 

The meaning of Love…Hwoarang never understood it nor has he ever experienced it…

Although Steve isn’t an expert in relationships, Hwoarang decided to invite him over for a drink and to ask him for advice. The professional boxer was curious to know what it was about when Hwoarang told him that he needed to speak to him about something over a drink. 

“Steve, dude, I’m so glad you’re here.” Hwoarang passed him a bottle of beer as he sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the table. “What is it that you want to talk about, buddy? Something on your mind?” Steve wondered, taking a short sip of the beer. “Well…it’s about…” Hwoarang face-slapped himself after holding out a long sigh of annoyance, and started to feel a little shy because he just couldn’t mention you somehow

“Is this about (Name)?” Hwoarang planted an expression of shock on his face when Steve mentioned you, a smirk glossing over his face. “How the fuck did you know?” Hwoarang cursed, his face flushing. 

“Lucky guess, I suppose. Well, the last time I hung out with you and (Name) was at the funfair, right?” Steve took a long sip of his bottle before continuing on, “When (Name) was cuddling that adorable big teddy bear you won at that shooting game, you couldn’t lay your eyes off her. If I recall, you’ve been staring at her all day at the funfair and that’s when I realize….”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish off that sentence, dude…”

“That you’re definitely in love with her..” 

“I swear to fucking god, if you say anymore…”

“Am I not allowed to admit that you have a thing for her, lad?”

Hwoarang gruffed and rolled his eyes, leaning his back against the chair with his head up to the ceiling. Steve’s not wrong though, Hwoarang has definitely fallen for you. “I just don’t know how to tell her, Steve. I’ve never been in a relationship before and-” 

“Instead of keeping those feelings inside, you should be honest and tell her how you feel if you truly like her very much.” 

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way though?” 

“Well, to be honest…I believe she likes you…”

“Wait, really? 

Steve grinned as he let out a chuckle, “Yeah. Listen, Hwoarang, I’m not an expert at this but you should definitely tell her before it’s too late.” It was all he could say at this moment. Hwoarang gave a little nod, agreeing with his friend, “You know, you’re right. I’m going to see if I can see her tomorrow and…tell her.” 

“Alright, good. It’s better to get those damn feelings out of your system by telling her.”

“Thanks for this, Steve. I guess I needed it.” Hwoarang thanked him with a friendly smile. Steve patted him on the shoulder, getting off the chair, “Don’t mention it. Sorry I couldn’t be of much help.” 

“Honestly, I think you helped enough.” 

“Glad to hear that, Hwoarang. Take care of yourself, lad!” Steve left his friend’s home after waving goodbye, wishing Hwoarang all the luck. 

So, the very next day, you were just chilling at home reading a book. Flipping to the next page, you heard a doorbell ringing out loud. You closed your book, throwing it gently towards the table as you got up to get the door. “Coming!” You unlocked the door, swung it open and saw Hwoarang standing outside your home, “Hwoarang! Hi!” 

“Hey (Name)...” he greeted you with a shy smile, “C-can I come in?” 

“Sure!” You moved out of the way with Hwoarang entering your house. You shut the door behind him and asked, “What brings you here, Hwoarang? I thought you were busy training.” 

“Well, I wanted to see you and I uhh..” Hwoarang lost his words to say, scratching the back of his head. You gave a warming smile, hopping off to the kitchen, “Do you want to drink anything or? Any snacks?”

Hwoarang sat down in the living room and shouted loud enough for you to hear, “Just a can of soda is fine, thanks!” you slipped out two cans of soda from the fridge and walked away to the room where Hwoarang is. 

“So, how was your training these days?” You put down sodas on the table, sitting very close to Hwoarang on the couch that caused his heart to beat in such a wild way. “It’s good, all good.” Hwoaranf just had to lie straight to your face, he lost his concentration during his training because of that one single person distracting him from it. 

“That’s great to hear!” You bubbled, smiling so sweetly upon his soul and making him fall for you more. A drop of silence sealed between you two, not knowing what to say to each other until Hwoarang opened his mouth and said, “Listen, (Name), I want to tell you something.” He truly wishes he could have said it better. “Oh? What is it?”

“I…um..” Hwoarang sighed, losing his confidence along with the words he was about to say. He shook his head, feeling so lost in his heart. You wondered what’s on his mind, seeing him looking away from you, “Hwoarang, what’s wrong?”

“You know what, fuck it. I’m just going to say it. (Name), I really like you. You mean a lot more to me, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and I love everything about you.” Hwoarang regained his confidence, pouring the words out from his heart, “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I understand you-” His whole body froze when you cupped his face to press your lips against his. “Hwoarang..” You cooed, placing your hand on his face as you caressed his skin, “You really don’t know how much I adore you..” 

‘Fuck..!’ Hwoarang cursed through his mind, he couldn’t resist you any longer so he dragged you down to the soft surface of the couch and kissed you like a madman. You scooped your arms around him, having your neck tickled with his kisses. “Oh Hwoarang! That tickles!” 

Hwoarang realized that he was getting very romantic with you, pulling himself away from you, “Sorry, (Name). I think I got carried away…” 

You let out an adorable laugh that made his heart flutter, “You’re a funny, silly man, Hwoarang. You’re quite cocky too at times but that’s what I truly love about you.”

Hwoarang swooped you close to him, hugging you with his bulky arms, I promise I will try and make you happy, (Name).” You smiled at his words, your hands on his chest as you also buried your head on it. “I may not know anything about love but honestly…you are the definition of love, (Name).” Hwoarang shook his head, feeling embarrassed with what he said, “That came out corny as ever..” 

You laughed at his adorableness, giving him a loving kiss on the cheek, “I don’t think it’s corny at all, sweetie.”

a/n - Oh yes I've just written another fanfic for Hwoarang ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ and no, no you don't need to point that out (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Very attempted to write another one for my man but Im out of idea rn so...｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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[loaksky]

— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 & 𝒊 | 𝒆. 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔

mean neighbor!ellie x sunshine fem!reader, angst / fluff / hurt + comfort, modern!au warnings: language / 18+ content (mdni!), wc: 5k

you have a hot new neighbor…too bad she doesn’t want a thing to do with you!

tagging those who commented / liked my previous interest post!: @loversreligion , @tahni-04 , @parrotpeggy , @acnologiasgf , @maybe-cece (happy birthday gemini queen ! <3)

an — first time writing for ellie ! content warnings include oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving). not my first time writing 18+ content, but my first time posting eeek. i apologize for the person ellie has turned me into lmaooo. feel free to send me more ideas, blurbs, hcs, etc.

neighbor!ellie who moves in on a hot sticky july day.

ac’s busted in the common areas, elevator hasn’t worked in weeks, and she’s moved into a unit on the fifth floor.

neighbor!ellie who’s admittedly too far gone and incredibly irritated because jesse keeps fucking around and they almost drop her flat screen on the third flight of steps.

neighbor!ellie who finally gets most of the boxes and furniture settled and doesn’t even get to collapse on the couch for .2 seconds before someone’s knocking on the door.

yanks the knob so hard, the door rattles on its hinges.

eyes narrow when she sees you, all neat, not sweaty, dressed in an outfit definitely not indicative of a night in. only makes her even more annoyed because she just wants two seconds of peace.

“yes?” her tone is sharp, gaze bored because your lips part thrice before the words are spilling out.

“i know it’s miserable out, and this building can be a piece of shit, so i made some blackberry tea!”

neighbor!ellie who gives the glass, beaded with condensation, a brief glance before crossing her arms over her chest.

“i’m allergic to blackberries,” ellie says flatly.

your round eyes widen impossibly before tucking the glass behind your back.

“oh fuck, i’m so sorry,” you babble. “i have peach! or maybe mint? i—”

“i’ll pass.”

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t beat around the bush and makes a move to close the door because she hadn’t even checked into the conversation.

“if you ever need anything, i’m right next door!” you chirp. “i’m-”

“yup, yeah, got it. good night.”

and the door is shutting in your face.

neighbor!ellie who’s trying to sleep in because she stayed up all night playing tekken 4 with jesse jolting awake when she hears three soft raps against the front door.

has an inkling of who it could be so she’s only mildly surprised when she sees you standing on the welcome mat that says ‘no weenies allowed’ because jesse thought it was the funniest thing (ellie’d been only slightly amused).

“morning,” you smile.

you have a plate covered in foil in your hands and ellie gives you a brief onceover to find that you’re dressed to the nines again (admittedly it’s just a simple sundress, but the red and white ginham cuts at the meatiest part of your thighs and she has to remind herself to keep her eyes up).

“it’s…” ellie trails off, glances at the clock on the oven to find that it’s not even 9am. “…8:52am on a saturday morning.”

“it is,” you agree, extending the plate to her. “i, uh, hope you’re not allergic to pancakes?”

“…i’m not.”

you beam.

“great!”

you’re shoving the food in her hands before she can decline and ellie finds that the ceramic is still warm.

neighbor!ellie who awkwardly holds the plate up to you as a silent thanks and shuts the door in your hopeful face.

“i gotta give it to you williams, didn’t think you’d pull within 24 hours,” jesse mutters groggily from the couch he’d helped her lug up the stairs yesterday afternoon.

“oh fuck off,” she huffs, tearing the foil from the plate to find a five-stack of fluffy pancakes with two cute little strawberry-shaped containers that has butter and syrup respectively.

“who’s it from?” jesse asks, even though he knows the answer.

“girl in 5a.”

first bite in and ellie’s eyebrows raise because wow, that’s damn good.

jesse swipes a bite despite ellie’s protests and they polish off the matching plate that she puffs a laugh at because there’s a strawberry bandit painted in the center and in shoddy lettering says, “this is a strobbery”

neighbor!ellie who surprises you by washing and returning the plate later that evening, muttering out a quick thanks before ducking back into her apartment without another word.

she leaves you blinking, staring at the space she was previously standing in a moment prior before you smile and shut the door because god ellie is so hot.

neighbor!ellie doesn’t expect it to become a routine, but more often than not, you’re knocking on her door at any given hour with snacks and she’s surprised when, a week and a half in, she’s had to do minimal grocery shopping because you’re always feeding her.

little does she know it’s because you’re looking forward to the brief moments that she’s unintentionally banging on your door to return your plates and dinnerware.

neighbor!ellie who’s a mechanic and brings your goodies to work sometimes and gets teased by the other mechanics because they think she has a girlfriend.

neighbor!ellie who after revealing she works in a garage starts opening up her front door to little reusable bags with cute notes and food puns if your schedule’s don’t line up.

neighbor!ellie whose schedule does end up frequently aligning with yours and you end up taking the same elevator down.

“morning, ellie,” you greet, smiling softly at her despite being up at the asscrack of dawn.

neighbor!ellie who yawns, takes the lunch you made for her gratefully and walks with you to the elevator.

“morning, 5a.”

neighbor!ellie who could get used to only seeing you in the fifth floor halls, however, after a few weeks, you stumble upon her in different circumstances.

you’re usually out on your balcony in the early mornings to water your plants and drink your tea or coffee, but today’s been exceptionally rough at work (you’re, surprise, a café owner) so you step out to take a deep breath late in the evening after your shift.

you definitely don’t expect to find ellie perched on a stool flicking the ash from a blunt over the railing.

“‘sup,” she hums, taking a long pull.

“hey,” you sigh.

“long day?” she humors you.

the two of you don’t really have much conversation because ellie’s always finding ways to cut interactions with you short.

and it’s not particularly because she doesn’t like you, but she’s caught the vibe you’re giving off and she doesn’t want to give you any unnecessary hope, especially after such a messy break up with the last girl.

(it’s definitely not because something about you makes her nervous).

so she doesn’t really expect you to spill, but one moment you’re debating whether or not you should divulge and the next you’re talking a mile a minute about how draining the job can be especially when employees end up being unreliable and the customers are impatient.

ellie’s gone through the entire joint and you still haven’t stopped talking and she doesn’t want to be mean, especially because you’ve been so nice to her since she’s moved in, but the high is wearing off because she’s too focused on finding an out of the one-sided conversation.

“you should come by,” you say, once you’re done babbling. “to the café, i mean. bring your friends, i’ll stay open a little later for you guys.”

that catches ellie’s attention after she’d zoned out.

“i— you don’t have to do that,” she says. “and i mean, we’re all pretty busy and—”

“no, no!” you say sweetly. “i insist! i wanna test out a few new seasonal recipes and i’d love some opinions!”

ellie’s wracking her brain, but you’re looking at her so hopefully and you look too cute with a few strands of hair falling from your updo. she really doesn’t want to give in, so she gives a lukewarm response instead.

“i’ll, uh, get back to you, i guess.”

you’re grinning.

“try to clear saturday night!” you tell her. “sometime around 9:30!”

ellie opens her mouth to give one last protest, but you’re standing from where you’d been leaning against the railing.

“it’ll be fun!” you tell her. “night, ellie!”

neighbor!ellie who really doesn’t want to go because she feels like it’ll only add fuel to the fire.

the beginning of the week rolls around and you decide that this’ll be the week you’ll finally ask ellie out.

you figure that ellie’s just really quiet, isn’t the one to really put herself out there, so you wanna take initiative.

you’re thinking of all the different recipes you could try because you really wanna wow her and her friends.

little does ellie know that you’re lowkey agonizing over saturday and it’s all you can think about: what you’ll wear, what pairings you want to present, how you’ll decorate the cafe.

meanwhile, ellie’s trying to find a way out of it and jesse’s not any help because he keeps teasing her about how she must be broken for not wanting her hot neighbor who has a glaringly obvious crush on her.

everyone on the whole floor, possibly even the whole building knows. hell, even the doorman knows (and it’s definitely not because you stop to chat with him frequently when you walk your little beagle, apple, and ellie becomes a frequent topic of conversation).

neighbor!ellie who starts avoiding you because she fears that her being receptive to your kindness is giving you the wrong idea (definitely not because you’re growing on her and you’re becoming a part of her daily routine).

neighbor!ellie who sees you twice the entire week, doesn’t answer the door when you knock, stuffs your cute little post-its about saturday somewhere in the back of her junk drawer, smokes her blunts on the roof to avoid running into on the balcony.

neighbor!ellie who spends most of her time at the garage with jesse and her coworkers in efforts to get home after you do.

you figure that maybe she is really busy and you shouldn’t have been so pushy about the tasting, but you’ve grown to really like her and you can’t give this up without officially giving it a shot.

neighbor!ellie who ducks out of her apartment when she knows you’re out on saturday and leaves her lights off, so you’ll know she isn’t home.

neighbor!ellie who spends the day with jesse and his girl and gets invited to a kickback on the otherside of town.

neighbor!ellie who’s about two joints in and a couple shots out, so she’s crossed by nine and you completely slip her mind.

you’re on the other side of town, about a block from your apartment, waiting in the cafe for ellie.

you made such a pretty spread of lavender matcha cookies and lemon muffins. used your special espresso roast to brew a delicious batch of coffee to make a few lattes.

you’d even bought flowers from next door, decorated the table and light a few candles.

it’s 9:45 and you think that she’s gonna be late, but time’s passing and the pastries are going stale, the coffee going lukewarm.

it’s 10:30 when you start losing hope.

probably 11:30 when you blow out the candles, box up the treats and throw the espresso in the cooler for some iced coffee tomorrow morning.

you should’ve seen it coming, really. she did say that her and her friends were typically busy. and she hadn’t officially confirmed it with you either so you were being rather presumptuous anyways.

you decide that maybe you’ll just drop them by her place tomorrow and ask her to lunch!

it’s about midnight when you walk up the sidewalk and see that her LEDs are on in her room. it vaguely smells like weed so you figure she’d been smoking a little.

you don’t wanna bother her so late at night so you enter your own apartment, set the box on the kitchen island before padding into your room to get ready for bed.

you should’ve seen it coming, ellie standing you up, but what you don’t see coming, or hear, for that matter, are the muffled moans through the paper thin walls.

you’d been used to hearing ellie cuss at her video games, heard her getting better at playing the guitar, bickering with jesse over who got to be who during smash bros, but this was new.

you’d never heard the voice before, pitched and whiny.

your cheeks warm because whatever ellie’s doing must be good. you can’t even find it in yourself to be relieved that ellie was interested in girls. you’d initially been scared that maybe you were reading into it all wrong.

regardless, obviously you’d read everything way way wrong because ellie’s mouth is filthy and there’s no misconstruing the fact that she’s fucking someone six ways to sunday and you can hear every gory detail.

your stomach is churning because it’s been weeks and you couldn’t even get ellie outside the fifth floor’s hallway.

it’s obvious they’re thoroughly enjoying themselves and the hurt and envy that kindles is an ugly sight to see.

you end up sleeping in the living room that night.

neighbor!ellie who chases the girl out the following morning after a nasty hangover and finally coming to terms with the fact that she’d brought someone home last night.

neighbor!ellie whose stomach drops to her ass when someone knocks on the door a few minutes later and she thinks it’s you, but it ends up being jesse.

“jesus, did 5a do that?” he asks, referring to your apartment number in regards to the fresh hickies blooming up the column of ellie’s throat.

“god no,” ellie says. “how many times do i have to tell you, that’s never happening.”

neighbor!ellie who would never tell a soul that she’d been imagining a certain someone the night prior.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t want to think of anything more than being your neighbor because she’s locked in this lease for the next two years and she’d prefer to not shit where she sleeps.

(yeah, that’s totally it).

“dude why not? she’s obviously so down bad for you,” jesse chuckles, pushing past ellie.

she huffs a breath, defensive.

“god, i don’t know how she isn’t embarrassed, it’s fuckin’ pathetic.”

oh—

you’d heard jesse’s voice, then ellie’s, and figured you could give her the pastries you worked so hard on last night.

you’d always thought that ellie was just naturally aloof, kept to herself often, but last night was the coffin and this morning was the nail.

in the stillness of your apartment, jesse and ellie’s voice carries through the thin walls.

“i mean, you could just fuck her a couple of times, get it out of your system?”

“god, look at her, there’s not a casual bone in her body.”

“you can’t run away from her forever, yknow?”

neighbor!ellie who thinks to herself that she’ll try anyways.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t have to try, because you become an enigma after that.

it’s the middle of the week and she hasn’t had to even try avoiding you once.

you haven’t knocked on her door since the week prior and it makes her brows furrow.

neighbor!ellie who starts feeling bad for standing you up, but feels infinitely worse when she goes to dump some of her trash and finds the carton of pastries you’d baked.

they have your café’s name emblazoned on the logo and she vaguely remembers you chattering about trying lavender in one of your recipes.

she sees the purple food coloring and her heart sinks because why are they in the trash? :(

realizes that she’s fucked up and that maybe she should just be completely transparent with you.

neighbor!ellie who hesitantly knocks on your door and waits patiently for you to answer.

hears shuffling on the other side, but you don’t open up.

neighbor!ellie who tries to convince herself that you’re just busy! work is stressful right now and you’re keeping to yourself.

but you two end up bumping into each other on the elevator (she’d been lurking), and you give her a curt greeting because you’re polite and you realize that ellie doesn’t owe you anything.

“apple’s got a haircut,” she observes, leaning down to pet the pup.

“yeah,” you hum.

“she looks cute,” ellie compliments.

“thanks.”

neighbor!ellie who’s not used to you icing her out, so she takes the leap.

“hey, i wanted to apologize…” she trails off. “about saturday. i shouldn’t have flaked.”

“s’okay,” you say simply, watching as the numbers painfully descend. “you were busy.”

a blanket of silence.

“i’m sure the pastries were great,” ellie tries again. “we could always—”

the elevator dings and the doors part.

“have a good day, ellie,” you say softly, tugging apple by the leash to leave the lift.

neighbor!ellie who swears she hears you sniffling on the other side of the wall later that night, but tries to convince herself that you’ve just got allergies.

neighbor!ellie who thinks of every excuse in the book to try and talk to you, but she ends up freezing because fuck, have you always been this pretty?

neighbor!ellie who buys a succulent and puts it on her balcony. she tries to catch you in the mornings when you’re watering your plants, but it seems like your schedules just don’t align anymore.

neighbor!ellie is frustrated as fuck because she’d been avoiding getting attached, but you don’t knock on her door to deliver snacks or talk her ear off anymore and it drives her absolutely nuts.

neighbor!ellie who gets teased infinitely more at work because her coworkers are now convinced that there’s ‘trouble in paradise’.

“jesus christ, you’re actually pathetic,” jesse rolls his eyes over breakfast one weekend.

“dude, she just…” ellie lets out a frustrated sigh. “i just—”

“you miss her,” he fills in.

ellie turns red.

“fuck you, i don’t—”

“it’s okay to admit it, yknow?” he says. “she’s a lot different from your exes. she’s genuinely sweet, in it because she really likes you.”

ellie swallows, lips pursing.

“you’re soft around her,” jesse observes. “you think that if you give in, she’s gonna uncover parts of you you don’t even let me or joel see.”

“fuck you—”

“for someone who likes bitches you—”

ellie groans.

neighbor!ellie who goes home and rolls a joint because this limbo is stressing her out.

and FINALLY! you’re watering your plants on your balcony when she slides the patio door open and slinks outside.

you don’t say anything to her, just continue watering.

she slumps in her folding lawn chair, kicking her feet up on the railing to feign nonchalance, but you haven’t blinked an eye at her and she’s annoyed.

“been doing alright?” she asks finally.

you freeze for the briefest of moments before glancing at her.

you’ve got bags under your eyes and your lips are pursed and ellie’s heart squeezes.

“yeah,” you answer simply. “fine.”

ellie hums.

“how’s work?”

“same old,” you say, turning your back to her to tend to the plants housed on the other side.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t know what to say. who’s so used to trying to break conversation, not make them.

neighbor!ellie who fidgets because you’re making her nervous. you’re usually so sweet and smiley, but this side of you makes her gut churn.

neighbor!ellie who bites the bullet.

“i’m…i’m off on sunday…” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “if you wanted to— i dunno.”

your back straightens and she thinks you’re gonna bite, but you glance at the sidewalk below and shake your head.

“you don’t have to pretend, you know?” you say softly.

it’s like a punch in the chest and ellie’s scrambling.

“no! it’s—” she realizes she’s shouting. “it’s not like that, i—”

“i’m a big girl, ellie,” you tell her, that stupid little strawberry-shaped spray bottle squeezed tight in your hand. “if i was annoying, you could have just said that.”

and god she feels so fucking awful because this entire time, you’d just been trying to be nice to her. it was a harmless crush and—

“i don’t think you’re annoying,” she argues weakly. “can you…can you look at me, please?”

your head tilts up and ellie realizes that you’re trying to stop yourself from crying.

“god, i really am pathetic,” is your watery whisper.

ellie’s crossing the balcony, fully ready to climb over the railing onto your patio, but you’re quickly dashing away the tears and throwing the sliding door open.

“goodnight,” you tell her, and you’re sealing her out in the humid air.

neighbor!ellie who’s in knots because living next to someone she used to see everyday fucking sucks now that all the two of you are reduced to is straining extra hard to hear your shuffling from the other side of the walls.

neighbor!ellie who stands in front of your door sometimes, wanting to knock, but feeling like she doesn’t deserve closure with you because it’s all her fault.

neighbor!ellie who realizes that the very awkwardness and discomfort she was avoiding to begin with could’ve been avoidable had she just been up front with you.

you were sweet and you were understanding…mature. you would’ve probably taken better to honesty than ellie blowing you off and lowkey being an ass to you.

neighbor!ellie being scolded by jesse after a couple of days pass because he’s beating her ass at smash bros without even trying and it’s hurting his ego.

“are you seriously gonna keep moping over 5a?” he asks after the fourth round won.

“i’m not moping,” ellie grumbles.

“oh c’mon dude,” jesse moans in annoyance. “you and 5a have this dad with four kids who doesn’t want a puppy but ends up loving the shit out of the—”

“i do not love her,” ellie barks.

jesse smirks.

“that’s all you took from that, ellie, seriously?” jesse scoffs.

“i mean, it’s not like there’s much that can be done, anyways,” ellie grunts, tossing the video game controller onto the coffee table’s surface. “she fuckin’ hates me and i don’t blame her.”

“5a does not hate you,” jesse sighs. “her feelings are just hurt, but you can fix it.”

“and how’s that?” ellie crosses her arms over her chest.

“you’re a smart girl, you’ll figure it out.” jesse grabs the discarded controller from the coffee table and shoves it into ellie’s chest. “now put your all into this next round, i’m still gonna beat your ass.”

neighbor!ellie who’s never felt more nervous in her life.

who’s standing a block away from the café you own with a little gift bag and a bouquet of flowers.

neighbor!ellie who’s used to effortless relationships and casual situationships.

neighbor!ellie who’s scared shitless that she’s making the wrong decision giving in like this, but maybe jesse’s right and you’re just what she needs.

neighbor!ellie whose hands shake the entire walk up to the café.

she sees you with your back turned towards the door, probably doing closing inventory or something of the like with the way you scribble quickly against a clipboard.

you look so in your element with your apron tied tight around the narrow of your waist and perhaps now’s not the appropriate time, but your work pants look exceptionally great spread over the—

“i’m sorry, but we’re closed for the evening,” your voice sounds when ellie opens the front door and the chime tinkles against the glass.

“i’ll make it quick,” ellie says quietly, paper wrap around the flowers crinkling as she shifts on her feet.

you whirl around with wide eyes, almost dropping the clipboard when you find your neighbor standing in the middle of your café.

she looks so good in a fitted brown button up rolled to the elbow to reveal the whorls of ink decorating her forearms and skinny jeans that are way too good at highlighting the muscles of her thighs.

“ellie, what are you doing here?” you ask, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“i was, er, in the area?”

one of your eyebrows raise.

“well, is there something i can help you with?” you ask, eyeing the flowers and the giftbag in what ellie can only read as disdain.

it’s like the day you two first met all over again but the roles are reversed. her lips gape once, twice, then three times as she tries to find the words. but ellie’s never been good at talking about how she feels, at being vulnerable.

“i have to close up,” you prod, tone tired. “and whoever you’re visiting after this is probably waiting.”

the words after are a silent insinuation.

god knows i did.

you’re turning on your heel and ellie knows she’s losing you.

“i like you.” she says suddenly.

you freeze, fist tightening mercilessly around your clipboard.

“that’s not funny,” you say stonily. “you don’t have to make an ass out of me for having feelings for you, ellie. i get it, it’s hilarious that your dorky neighbor has a crush on you, but you don’t have to drag it. i’m—”

neighbor!ellie who’s always thought that you talk a tad too much and sets the gifts on the nearest table before crossing the distance between the two of you.

she’s towering over you and you’re looking up at her with furrowed brows as she pries the clipboard from your fingers and kisses you without another word.

“wait, wait,” you whisper, pulling away from her momentarily.

her lips chase yours, one hand splaying over the small of your back as the other cradles your chin.

“i’m sorry,” she says quietly. “i didn’t—”

“i don’t understand,” you admit. “you…you and your friend were—”

ellie shakes her head vehemently.

“i was being stupid,” she says quickly. “it’s—” she sighs. “it’s a long story.”

“but the night of the tasting,” you start. “you brought someone home…i heard you.”

ellie closes her eyes in defeat, rolls her lips as she presses her forehead against yours.

“it was a mistake, you have to believe me,” she pleads softly. “i was drunk out of my mind and high as hell and—”

she stops talking when she sees the expression on your face, notices the way your fingers hover.

“you have every right not to entertain this,” ellie swallows. “and i know i’ve been awful to you, but i…i really like you 5a.”

your head tilts down and ellie’s leaning forward in an effort to keep the eye contact.

“i’m not good at stuff like this,” she confesses. “obviously.”

you breathe out an involuntary laugh.

“but you’re different, really different,” ellie says. “and you make me feel so fuckin’ weird—”

you flinch.

“a good weird!” she assuages. “it’s good. and i really wanna try things with you if you’ll let me.”

you look hesitant, but ellie’s hopeful and you’ve always been a sucker for green eyes.

18+ BONUS

neighbor!ellie really wanted to take things slow with you after officially winning you over, but she can’t really help herself.

she takes you out a week after your heart-to-heart in your café, a nice restaurant you’d chattered about during your elevator rides to the lobby, and she’d been so close to making it through dinner and keeping it appropriate, but the dessert the two of you ordered had strawberries.

needless to say, when you’d taken a bite into the candied fruit and the juice curved down your jaw and slithered between your cleavage, ellie threw a wad of bills onto the table top and dragged you out of the restaurant.

didn’t make it far, ended up at the edge of the parking lot in the back seat of her car with two of her fingers knuckles deep in your heat while she swallowed your moans whole.

neighbor!ellie who takes you to hers after you cum twice and she tastes you for the first time.

“fuck, angel,” she whispers against your clit. “pussy’s too good.”

the sight is a devastating one, your skirt bunched around your waist and your top discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor.

one of your hands bunches her sheets in your fist, the other threaded through her brown hair as she eats you out like she’s absolutely starved.

“that’s it, princess,” she eggs you on, stuffing her fingers and curling against the walls of your spongy cunt. her tongue is sloppy against your little bud and your dulcet moans are buttery soft, absolute music to her ears.

that night seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back because she can’t get enough of you.

especially not when you wear that red and white gingham sundress you’d worn the second time the two of you met.

neighbor!ellie who spends so much time in your apartment now, likes to especially when you’re baking because you wear that stupidly tiny dress in your stupidly tiny kitchen and it takes every ounce of self control to keep her kisses on your exposed shoulders appropriate.

you start kneading the dough and she can’t keep her hands to herself, hooking her jaw into the crook of your neck as her fingers dance under the hem of your dress and ghosts the seam of your thighs.

“y’look so pretty,” ellie hums, tongue darting to lave at the juncture of your jaw and your neck.

“wait, ah!” fingertips trace over your mound and a semi-giddy, semi-disbelieving laugh rumbles from ellie’s chest when she finds you aren’t wearing any panties.

“you’re a dirty girl, angel,” she bites, one arm securing around your waist, the other toying with the slick coating your inner thighs. “what happened to getting work done?”

all you manage is a breathy cry when ellie skips the formalities and taps your clit roughly.

“el—ellie!” you whimper, one of your flour dusted hands wrapping around her wrist as your back arches and your ass presses into her hips.

your body stutters when you feel something nestle between the pert cheeks of your ass.

you throw a surprised look over your shoulder and ellie’s already grinning lazily at you as she continues kissing all over you.

“surprise,” she whispers.

neighbor!ellie who’s so gone. who still constantly gets teased by jesse and her coworkers. who wasn’t willing to admit it at first, but wants absolutely everything to do with you.

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[blackhairedjjun]

rebound and restoration

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem reader | genre / tropes: angst -> fluff, friends to lovers, post-breakup, non-idol au; ft. soobin + mentions of the rest of txt; reader is yeonjun's age (soobin calls reader "noona") | word count: 5.4k | warnings: post-breakup heartbreak, profanity, food, kissing

additional note: fic is mostly written but contains a few texts

summary: with his heart still aching after just getting dumped, yeonjun turns to you, one of his closest friends, for comfort. that is, until he kisses you - and your friendship starts to change.

author's notes: honestly i feel like if i don't post this soon i'll be dissatisfied with it forever and edit it endlessly and it'll never get past my drafts LOL perfect is the enemy of done!! anyway i wrote this while i was feeling stressed and insane during the holidays and wanted... an angsty kiss for whatever reason. lmao yeah

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when yeonjun arrives at your apartment, it’s still early in the evening; the two bowls of pho you ordered for takeout are still hot, and you’ve left your laptop open at a selection of cheesy netflix rom-coms. perhaps the selection is a bit ironic, but you mused that the feel-good escapism is just what he needs.

he pulls you into a hug and you give him an extra squeeze and a few pats on the back. you can’t help but ruffle his hair a little as he pulls away. 

“hey, jjun...”

“y/n!”

“how are you feeling?”

“ah, a bit better, i think.”

he gives you a slight smile, and you’re too relieved to notice that it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. it’s a miracle to you that he’s even smiling again two weeks after his breakup. you still remember the cracks in his voice when he called you after it had happened, the rims of his eyes red with crying when he finally crashed at your place half an hour later. that night you held him tight as he told the story to you in between sobs: hana had broken up with him over a call that lasted less than a minute. she was bored and tired of him and just stopped caring, she said, if he were a toy she could throw away if she didn’t want to play with it anymore.

you swallowed back the anger in your throat back then, though you couldn’t help the tears of your own that fell. now you push the anger back down again as you lead yeonjun to the small table at your kitchenette, one of the bowls of pho steaming in front of him. now is not the time for indignation; your friend needed comfort, and it’s comfort you will give.

yeonjun’s eyes light up at the sight of the pho. your heart swells, and you don’t hold it against him when he sits down ahead of you and picks up his chopsticks, ready to dig in. in between slurps he grins like he’s just received the best present of his life. “this is so good!” he said in between mouthfuls of noodles. “it’s been way too long since i had this.”

“i know! feels like we haven’t had this in ages.”

“remember when we tried to make our own?”

“oh god, not that!” you laugh, dropping your chopsticks. “we got impatient and that broth tasted like nothing.”

“your kitchen smelled like ginger though,” yeonjun recalls with a giggle. “it was nice visiting for a while.”

“my kitchen smelled like ginger more than the actual broth, jjun.”

“maybe we can try again one of these days? and if we mess up, at least you’ll have a nice-smelling kitchen again.”

all you can do in response is laugh, and for a moment you forget that you stopped having pho nights together when hana entered his life.

he fills you in on video game night with soobin and kai, shopping with beomgyu, and his so-called revenge gym day with taehyun; he beams with pride while describing his new weight record just as much as he does when talking about managing a hard-earned victory over soobin at tekken. you laugh along with him, knowing that his friends blocked out their schedules just to comfort him for a day. and when you talk about your new project at work and the new books you bought yourself as a treat, his eyes fill with that indescribable look you’ve seen before. you can’t quite place what it is, but it reminds you of afternoon light, of summer days, of lingering hugs after a long day together.

you don’t need to ask for yeonjun to help you clear out the table and pick up the snacks you set aside for your movie, and you make no effort to resist. there are no words exchanged: he simply places all the disposable pho bowls and chopsticks together, and you reach for a clean garbage bag and put them all in. the only communication between you is a shared look and a nod.

perhaps it’s just your imagination, but that look lingers a little longer than you’re used to, and you can’t help but give him a satisfied smile.

you’ve seen him look at hana that way, too many times to count, especially during that early-dating phase when the thrill of emotions was still high. you wondered what it was like to be on the receiving end of that gaze, for yeonjun to look at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. and you wondered if hana really was that precious 一 if she were just as precious to him as you, his best friend, if not more so.

you let yeonjun select the movie. at first you doubt your idea to present him with rom-coms, of all things, but you let out a sigh of relief when he happily chooses one of them. both of you have seen this one many times over, but you don’t mind. there’s comfort in knowing that a happy ending is guaranteed to happen.

the two of you are slouched on your couch together, the laptop balanced on a pillow between the both of you. yeonjun sits close to you, an arm around your shoulder, a gesture that he hasn’t done with you since he started dating. you let yourself lean against him (so that you can see the screen better, you tell yourself). the two of you start a running commentary on the movie 一 “why would he say that?!” “aww, they look so cute together,” “oh god, that was so stupid!” 一 and both of your laughter fills the apartment, the sound like a duet in harmony.

it’s so easy this way, you think 一 just you and your best friend in your own little corner of the world. you steal a glance at yeonjun while he’s absorbed in the final confession scene, a soft smile on his lips and his eyes gleaming with anticipation for the big kiss. a string of memories flash before you before you can help yourself.

“she said yes,” he says, his whole face flush with excitement. “she said she’ll be mine.”

his hands are on your shoulders and he gives them a gentle squeeze. “there’s no way hana can’t like you. you’re one of my best friends, i’ll make sure you get along.”

“i think hana’s mad at me,” he tells you as he fiddles with the beanie in his hands. “but don’t worry about it, we’ll talk it out, i promise.”

his head is in his hands as you sit across him from a restaurant booth. “i don’t know what i did wrong, she looked so bored through the whole date...”

you hold him close as he sobs in your arms, his whole body shaking. “sh-she said she’s... tired of me…”

“y/n?”

you snap back to reality as yeonjun glances at you, his head tilted. the ending credits of the movie have started to play. “are you okay?”

“i-i’m fine.” you reach out to touch his cheek, then hesitate. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine, y/n.” he picks up on the meaning of your words. “i know i looked really bad that night, but i’m getting better, i promise.”

“good.” your eyes meet his, and your cheeks grow warm. “we can have nights like this as many times as you want until you feel better, okay?”

“yeah, i know. i missed having nights like this, actually.”

“me too. i really liked it when we did this all the time...”

“i know. i’m sorry. hana didn’t like一”

“hey.” your hand comes up again and this time, you gently hold on to his cheek. “it doesn’t matter what she thinks anymore.”

“y/n... i’m really sorry. i feel like i neglected you, and you’ve been my friend for so long...”

tears form in his eyes, and you feel them warm against his cheek. you wipe them away with your thumb as you move closer to him. he continues to ramble as you do.

“i feel like an idiot. like a total dumbass.” the pitch of his voice begins to rise. “god, i was so convinced that hana and i were the perfect couple, that we’d be happy. i-i thought about her more than she d-did about me, y/n, and i stopped hanging out with you一 when you’ve always一”

“jjun, please don’t apologize anymore,” you say, your voice trembling. “i’ve never been mad at you over her, not even once. i just want you to feel better, okay? i... i just want to see you be yourself again.”

you want to see the yeonjun you’ve always loved.

you’ve lain awake at night wondering if he’s ever sensed your feelings for him, and if he’s ever felt the same way. on the day he told you that he and hana were officially together, you spent that night sobbing in your bed, convinced that your friend would never see you as a lover. and yet you said nothing of that night, and of other nights similar to it, because you told yourself that if hana made him happy, then you would be happy too.

and now you want more than anything to see him happy again.

yeonjun says nothing, but instead places a hand on top of the one you have resting on his cheek. you feel it trembling, but you don’t resist as he grasps your hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. he swallows hard to push back the rest of his tears, and his eyes soften. once again there’s that indescribable look of his that makes you feel light.

“y/n...”

he says your name softly, as if in reverence. his face inches closer to yours and you don’t pull away; instead you feel lighter than ever, your gaze falling to his lips as your eyes flutter shut. everything that follows feels slow, gentle; his nose brushing against yours, then your lips on his.

he kisses you slowly at first, but as you kiss him back you fill with a new fervor, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him wrap his arms around your waist to pull your body flush against his. warmth blooms in your chest, and every movement of yours betrays your feeling: your lips moving against his, your hands making their way into his hair. you want to kiss him until the pain he feels has been replaced by the love you have for him 一 i love you, i love you, i love you.

you’re completely absorbed in him and let out a soft sigh when yeonjun snaps out of it 一 he breaks apart from you, breathing hard, eyes wide as he’s hit by what he’s just done.

“shit, y/n一” he gets off the couch, one hand running through his hair over and over again. “i’m so sorry. fuck, i shouldn’t have done that一”

you’re snapped out of your trance as you stand up to chase after him. “jjun, hey, wait! listen to me—”

he’s picking up his bag from the foot of your couch. he can’t even look at you, instead occasionally letting out a shit or two under his breath.

“yeonjun, please一”

you stand in front of him to block his way from the exit. at first his head is bowed, avoiding your gaze, but when he finally looks up his expression is solemn.

“you are not a rebound to me,” he says at last. “please don’t ever think that i just used you to make me feel better.”

“i never accused you of that! look, i’m sorry too, it was my fa一”

“i’m really sorry, but i can’t stay here anymore. i’ll make it up to you, y/n, i promise.”

“wait一”

yeonjun walks past you and before you can protest any further, he’s out your door. you push it open and try to chase after him, but after a few steps you stop, thinking better of it. what would stopping him even do?

you walk back inside and slump back down on the couch. the screen of your laptop faintly glows, and a half-eaten bag of chips has fallen to the floor. all at once the reality of what happens sinks into you: the kiss, his words, his departure.

you are not a rebound to me. the words echo in your mind.

a strange tension fills you, and you can’t even tell what emotion it’s supposed to be from: confusion, frustration, anxiety. with your whole body seemingly on edge, you grab a throw pillow from the opposite side of your couch and press it into your face.

you sob into it the tension crashes down on you in full force.

一

for the next few nights the scene replays in your dreams: yeonjun leaning in ever closer towards you, your lips meeting his in a fervent kiss 一 each night’s dream-kiss more fervent than the last 一 and him suddenly pulling away. you awaken each time just as he breaks the kiss, the shock and confusion coursing through you again, and immediately after you reach for your bedside table to check your phone.

still no text from yeonjun.

you consider texting him again, but each time you type a new message you erase it, the blinking cursor driving you mad. how would you even know what to say? do you want to apologize? to beg for his forgiveness? to ask if you can still be friends?

you hate to admit it, but every morning you lie in bed for a few moments more to allow the dream to sink in. the look on yeonjun’s face appears vivid to you, from his eyes blown wide to his mouth slightly agape. your mind travels back to the moment he breaks the kiss, as if a sudden force pushed him away, the shock of it hitting you. then it wanders to the kiss itself, the feeling of his lips soft against your own, his arms warm as they hold you by the waist…

you shake the memory away, drag yourself out of bed, and continue on with your routine: breakfast, shower, get dressed. you resist the urge to check your phone for as long as you can. you stare at the little contact photo you set of yeonjun and remind yourself: you’re his friend. you need to help him heal. 

you recount your worries to soobin over snacks one day.

“i feel like i’m being selfish,” you say in between munches of potato chips. “he hasn’t even moved on from hana”— soobin winces at the acridity you mutter her name with—“and now one of his closest friends kisses him like she’s madly in love. how is he supposed to move on? he’s hurting enough as it is.”

soobin sets aside the bag of chips you just finished. he rubs his face with his hands as he tries to choose his words carefully.

“you’re not being selfish, noona. you sound like you’re trying to be careful so that you don’t hurt him,” he says at last. “and yeonjun hyung feels just as bad about it. he feels bad that he even started the kiss, and for making you feel like a rebound. you two sound like each other, to be honest.”

“i know he feels bad, it’s just 一 i don’t know how that will fix...” you wave your hands wildly in the air, “this.”

“you can start by talking to each other?”

“he didn’t reply to my last texts. and i… i don’t know if i should text him again.”

a moment of silence. soobin opens a pack of candy and chews on it, just to give himself time to think. he fiddles with his phone as he does, absentmindedly scrolling through his old texts, when one of them catches his eye.

“so, there’s this new restaurant that beomgyu wants to check out.”

“really, soobin, what does this have to—”

“he was thinking of inviting all of us there to hang out,” he continues. “including you and yeonjun hyung. we can plan for it a week or two from now so that you have space? and then you can get used to talking to him again there. if things get awkward, i can ask beomgyu to fill in.”

you purse your lips. “i dunno, i might cry if i see his face again.”

“if you don’t feel like it, just call in sick.” soobin’s mouth twitches into a small grin as he says it — you know he’s used that excuse to get away from social situations he doesn’t want to be in. now you’re starting to see the appeal of it.

“okay. i’ll think about it.”

—

ultimately you do decide to go, and two weeks later you’re the first to arrive at the restaurant. you can feel your hands trembling as you push the door open and your heart hammering in your chest. in your head you’ve prepared what you want to say to yeonjun and you mentally rehearse your words for the hundredth time.

you slide right into the booth and take a deep breath. you check your phone to keep yourself busy, letting yourself calm down until your hands have stopped shaking. as you’re scrolling through your camera roll looking at some memes beomgyu sent you, someone slides into the booth seat opposite yours.

“hey, y/n.”

yeonjun gives you a shy smile and the nervousness in your stomach kicks into overdrive. he looks much better now; the bags under his eyes have lessened, and his smile seems genuine. still, you can’t help but remember the last time you saw him, and you shudder.

he sees your reaction and winces, averting his gaze. when he speaks, his voice is soft. “y/n... are we okay?”

the question breaks you and whatever words you have prepared fly out of your mind. as you try to grasp at them again, tears prick at your eyes.. “yeah... yeah, we’re okay,” you say. you take a gulp of water to hold back the tears. “i was never mad at you, jjun, i’ve been worried out of my mind一”

“i’m sorry i never replied to your texts.” he places his hands atop your trembling ones. “i just felt so ashamed that i didn’t know how to face you.”

“and i’m sorry i never tried texting you again, i just didn’t know what you thought of me, and i was so scared that i lost you...”

“i was so scared that i lost you.”

you sniffle. “that makes both of us then. god, we were so stupid.”

“i missed you, y/n.”

“i missed you too, jjun.”

you let out a laugh of relief and he laughs too. with the sound of his laughter melding with yours, everything else seems to melt away: the tears in your eyes, the other noises of the restaurant, the baggage of the last two weeks. sitting before you is your old friend, holding onto your hand to comfort you, laughing together with you just like you always have. 

and just as always, you want nothing more than for your friend to be happy.

“so,” you begin, giving him the most reassuring smile that you can muster, “let’s start over?”

yeonjun glances down at the table, but you can see his eyes crinkling as they usually do when he smiles. “yeah, let’s do that.”

when beomgyu enters the restaurant right afterwards, all it takes is one glance at the scene before him to understand what happened. he turns his head towards you, meeting your gaze, and you give him a nod.

it’s going to be okay.

一

the kiss becomes an unspoken part of your history together, never mentioned and never acknowledged. you stop searching for hidden meanings to it, and instead settle on the explanation that it was simply a spur-of-the-moment reaction from pent-up post-breakup emotions. it doesn’t matter to you whether or not this explanation is true; it’s the explanation that gives you the most peace of mind, and that’s what matters. as the days pass, you think of it less and less, and eventually it is filed away in your memory, like a book never checked out of the library collecting dust. 

in the meantime, you pour your energy into rebuilding both your friendship with yeonjun as well as his fragile heart. the first few hangouts with just the two of you are awkward with a tinge of melancholy, with conversations feeling a little too short. fortunately, your shared friends are there to help: you and yeonjun are invited to video game nights at soobin’s, or a cute new cafe that kai wants to check out, or just a walk around the park. the silences feel less awkward when it’s quickly filled by a joke from beomgyu or witty remark from taehyun.

from time to time you see the shine in yeonjun’s eyes disappear, even for just a moment, when he encounters something that reminds him of “the ‘h’ word” (as beomgyu refers to her): a park bench where they had a date, or a dress on a passerby that looks a lot like something she would wear. sometimes one of his friends would recognize it and quickly divert his attention elsewhere. soon those diversions occur less and less often as fewer and fewer things remind yeonjun of her.

but things don’t truly feel normal to you until a month and a half later. your project at work has gone well, and yeonjun has completed the first draft of a mixtape he’s making. just as you muse to yourself that a reward would be nice, your phone buzzes.

that afternoon you and yeonjun stroll down the shopping district a few minutes away from his house, trying on this and that. it isn’t long before you find yourself spending over your budget; it’s hard not to when yeonjun is constantly egging you to buy something you really want. “c’mon, y/n,” he whines as you put back another cute button-down on the rack. “you deserve it! you can wear it to work for the next phase of your project!”

he giggles when he sees your eyes light up at his words. “we do have another presentation for it,” you muse.

still, you draw the line when you spot an elegant tan jacket worn by one of the storefront mannequins. you stare at it longingly as if you’ve found your soulmate, and yeonjun sweet-talks you into entering the shop and trying it on. but when you see the hefty price tag on it, you sigh.

“i can’t justify this, jjun…”

“but you look great in it! and you want it so much. you’ll feel worse if you don’t get it.”

“maybe…” you glance down at the shopping bags in your hand. “i dunno, i’ve spent so much already.”

you sigh in defeat and turn back to the store exit before you can second-guess yourself. yeonjun doesn’t follow immediately, but instead watches you go as he lingers a bit longer.

later that day, the two of you sort through all the things you bought (mostly clothes and accessories, but also a vinyl for yeonjun and a novel for yourself) in between giggles and wide eyes and a shower of compliments. yeonjun puts on a completely new outfit for you and struts down his apartment like a runway model, and he pulls you up from the floor to do the same. soon you’re laughing and clapping at each other’s performances, and yeonjun even whips out his phone to take photos of each other’s best looks.

as you rummage through your haul for one more outfit to assemble, your eyes land on a familiar spot of tan fabric. your mouth falls open when you pull it out and see that jacket — the one you’re pretty sure you didn’t buy. you glance up at yeonjun and he licks his lips before forming a mischievous grin.

“jjun, is this...”

“it’s yours.”

“you didn’t have to一”

“i saw the way you were looking at it, y/n. i just had to get it for you. c’mon, put it on.”

hesitantly, you take off the jacket you’re already wearing and put on the new one. it fits perfectly, just a little loose to let air flow in, and you love how it frames your figure. yeonjun is still smiling at you, but it’s a different smile. he looks at you as if you’ve transformed in front of him.

“you look really pretty,” he says. “let me take a few pics, okay?”

he snaps a few photos of you and you pose for the camera, and a comforting warmth settles over you. if this happened a few months earlier, you would have blushed and your heart would be doing somersaults, but now all you feel is a light flutter. everything feels fit in, like the final piece of a puzzle slotting into place.

you lock eyes with yeonjun as he takes the last photo and puts his phone away. as you whisper “thank you” to him, the gleam in his eyes is reflected in your own. there it is, that indecipherable look of his that makes you feel warm.

you still love him 一 there’s a part of you that still knows that. but over the last month and a half you’ve simply learned to live with your feelings, letting them fill you with lightness for a few moments and then letting them go. feelings or not, you’re just glad to have yeonjun in your life again. even as a friend, his presence is a soothing balm against the stresses of life.

一

months later, yeonjun is sprawled on your couch again, his head on your shoulder as you scroll through your list of rom-coms on your laptop. at one point the two of you resumed your pho and rom-com nights, and you’re glad for it; few things give you as much comfort after a long week of work.

after scrolling back and forth a few times, you pause on the same movie you’ve always watched together and give him a quick look. he simply smiles.

“don’t you get sick of this one?” you ask.

“not really, the ending always feels nice. are you… tired of it?”

“no no, i— i was worried that you’re tired of it.”

“me? never.”

“perfect, ‘cause i’m not either.” you give him a knowing grin and press play.

at this point you both know this movie so well that you recite along to every line. you do the female lead’s lines, yeonjun does the male lead’s, and you even sing along to the soundtrack. yeonjun stretches out on your couch even more, his head ending up in your lap, and in the movie’s quiet moments you find yourself playing with his hair. when the big confession happens you can feel him holding his breath and then releasing it in a laugh when the two leads finally kiss.

the credits roll and he glances up at you, smiling in satisfaction. you smile too and hum along to the end credits song. as the movie ends, you let yourself bask in it: you stretch out your arms, yeonjun sits up to lean on your shoulder again, and you lay your head atop his. the two of you remain like that for a while, sitting in comfortable silence.

“don’t you ever get jealous of them?” you ask.

you feel his head shake a bit as he chuckles. “i hate to admit it, but yeah. rom-coms always make getting together look so... fun.”

“right? i wish my life was like that.”

“god, me too.”

“i swear, it drives me insane,” you huff. “every time i watch this i want to start dating again or something.”

a few more moments of silence. yeonjun lets out a soft exhale and you feel his body grow tense. the air in your apartment seems stuffier.

“speaking of which, i have to tell you something.” 

“me...?”

you’ve never heard yeonjun sound so solemn. his head weighs down on your shoulder. “y’know, i’ve been uh... thinking of dating again.”

“oh... where are you dating this time? did beomgyu set you up again?”

he shakes his head, looks up at you for a split second, then looks down at his hands. you see the tips of his ears turn pink.

“actually, i... i have someone mind. someone i want to ask out, i mean.”

with those words the feelings you’ve brushed aside for so long come back in full force. your heart beats so hard it feels like it’s slamming into your chest. when you speak, your voice shakes.

“oh... who’s the lucky one?”

“i-i’ve known her for a while. she’s sweet and fun to be around... we’ve been hanging out a lot more often these last few months. we get along really well, at least i think we do...”

“sounds like you have chemistry with this special girl,” you say, the words heavy on your tongue. the hammering of your heart floods your ears. “so what’s stopping you from asking her out?”

yeonjun sits up to face you fully. you sense the effort it takes for him to look at you 一 has he ever been like this around you before? 一 and you reach for his hands. they’re trembling, and his ears go from pink to red.

“a long time ago,” he starts, voice shaking, “i kissed her. i kissed her after my last breakup. and i wasn’t thinking straight, i was just so lonely that i wanted to be loved again 一 but i can’t do that to yo— to her, she’s one of my best friends, i don’t want yo— her to be a rebound 一 but then you said we could start over so we did and i dunno, at one point i started liking you, i fell so hard i don’t know wh一”

you interrupt him with a kiss, your lips gentle on his. you feel him kissing you back, his movements gentle as his hand comes up to hold your head in place. you find yourself pressed against him and he’s even warmer than you remember, warmer than those dreams you had so many months ago.

when you break apart, his eyes are glazed over in a look of pure admiration. 

“y/n...”

“jjun, i...” heat spreads across your face. “i’ve loved you for years.”

“then why didn’t you say anything?”

“how could i? what if you didn’t feel that way and it ruined our friendship? and with all the other guys too?” your heart is still beating fast but you let out the words while your boldness still has a hold on you. “and then you dated hana and i cried but i wanted you to be happy 一 then you broke up and you kissed me and i liked it, and i hated myself for liking it because you were 一”

yeonjun pulls you into him, arms encircling you, and as you keep rambling into his chest he soothes you with one hand combing through your hair. his other arm grips you firmly, and your own arms find a firm hold around his neck.

“i love you too, y/n,” he whispers into your hair before leaving a kiss there. “it’s okay.”

“i love you, so much...”

he pulls apart to get a good look at your face. as he sees a few tears start to roll down your cheeks, he brushes them aside with his thumb.

“so this girl,” he says, affection lacing his words, “after we kissed, she said we could start over. and we did. and i’m really glad we did, because i fell for h一 for you so hard.”

you lean your head forward so that your forehead touches his. “really?”

“really. and i...”

“do you want to kiss her again?”

yeonjun’s breath hitches and his eyes meet yours. there it is 一 that same look of his that makes you feel light. the one that, you realize, makes you feel loved.

“can i?”

“please,” you whisper.

he closes the gap between your lips and his, and this time you feel only relief and bliss.

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