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[tranquilpetrichor]

i'm inside your head

synopsis: y/n's ability to read minds with a simple glance and communicate telepathically gets them into some interesting situations.

cast: fem telepathic!reader (uses she/they) x gyuvin ft. gunwook & ricky

genre: fantasy, superpowers!au, angst, comedy, fluff

wc: 2.8k (2,845)

warnings: mentions of crowd anxiety, reader has a period, cursing, descriptions of illness, mentions of discrimination against people with powers, brief mentions of family members insulting each other, people y/n isn't close with tend to use only she pronouns with y/n so fair warning, touching grass jokes, events of fic are in non-chronological order, this attempts to go by the korean high school system, lmk if i missed anything

a/n: first zb1 fic and it was kinda a word dump stemming from one of my crazy ideas LOL. the inspiration from this series came after seeing the character nahida (from genshin) and her ability to read the mind of any sumeru npc with her skill. i also thought it'd be kinda cool to explore the different scenarios that y/n could get themselves into if they could do that.

if you were to go back and ask six-year-old y/n what superpower they would have wanted, they would excitedly have said, "mind reading! it's so cool to know people's thoughts!"

the eighteen-year-old version of you knew better than that, though. since the age of seven, your abilities had only continued to develop, and if you tried enough, you could communicate telepathically with people.

telepathy's fucking annoying sometimes. but it has its perks too.

you can recall many anecdotes, ranging from humorous to depressing to gross, that were the consequence of your telepathic abilities.

1. so he does have a crush..

year 2 of high school

if there was one thing you learned today, it's that kim gyuvin was not great at hiding his thoughts.

when you wanted to focus, it was natural for you to suppress your mind's tendency to peer into the minds of others, but depending on how active their thoughts were, it was difficult.

so that was how you learned in your science class that your cute lab partner wanted to ask you out, but never had the chance to really talk with you until now.

that was all accompanied by a cascade of other thoughts like y/n's such a talented student, I'd love to even be friends with them, and that's a cute necklace.

hm, kinda cute, you thought to yourself. truth be told, you were a little hesitant to make the first move romantically, but a tiny little push couldn't hurt, right?

you innocently whistled while scribbling down a few more notes—you couldn't make it too obvious that you knew his secret. but since the two of you had to make a joint presentation presenting your findings from today's lab, you figured that it would be a lot easier if you exchanged contact information with him.

and hey, he was cute.

you tapped gyuvin on the shoulder and smiled, showing him your lab paper with your personal info written in the right-hand corner.

"i’ve finished this part of the worksheet—here's my number and kakao talk id so we can talk more. let's work hard on the presentation together!"

his lips formed an o of surprise, and you swore that he was blushing. "alright then! uh, thanks for giving me your info!"

AHHHHH wait wait wait oh my god what just happened was all you could hear in his mind. a subtle smile bloomed on your face. science class just got a lot more interesting.

2. a (mostly) clean separation

year 1 of high school

you actually didn't enjoy telling people about your abilities. it wasn't that people with powers were so uncommon (you forgot the exact figure, but you thought it was about 2 percent of south korea's population that did).

no, it was the specific nature of your abilities. people tended to make assumptions about you as soon as you trusted them enough to drop this info.

it was as if you were suddenly someone not to be trusted, even though you were acting no differently than you had before.

although, their assumptions were understandable. you couldn't say you had never abused your abilities for personal gain, but it was something you didn't want to make a habit of.

revealing to your friend, gunwook, your secret had caused a minor but turbulent period of conflict in your friendship.

he clenched his fists and released them with a sigh. "how did i not connect all the dots? i'm hurt that you've kept this from me for so long."

6 months was a long time to keep a secret, but you were cautious by nature. you knew that not everyone liked people with superpowers, and that some still faced discrimination and greater scrutiny.

besides, you wanted people to get to know you for things outside your powers.

"i'm sorry, gunwook. i had my reasons. i thought you would judge me harshly, and i've had several negative experiences of this happening."

you paused to catch your breath, and continued, trying to silence his troubled thoughts, but it was getting increasingly more difficult. you held a hand to your head.

"look, i'll understand if you want to stop being friends."

he grabbed his water bottle and drank some of the liquid, presumably to calm down. he was facing away from you, and let out a sigh.

gunwook was actually quite level-headed most of the time, which was why it pained you to see him trying to hold back signs of emotional distress.

"y/n, i don't want this to ruin a great friendship. it's just, i have to take time to think about how my perception of you has changed. i don't want to say anything i might regret. this is a... personal issue."

if it was personal, you weren't going to pry. it was up to him to decide if and when he would tell you.

you got one final glimpse of his thoughts before he bid you goodbye.

"not a monster.. they're not a monster. they're not..."

as he walked away, all you could hear were the autumn leaves crunching beneath his feet and the wind that drowned every noise out so easily.

3. the donut order

year 2 of elementary school

there was no better feeling for you as a kid than the chance of getting a treat after school, and since you had quite the sweet tooth, there was no better place to go than the donut shop.

"which one do you want?" your mother had said, gesturing to the display case of donuts. back then, you could barely see the whole thing, so you had to stand on your tippy-toes.

your gaze settled on one particular flavor. "chocolate, please!"

"you got it, kiddo."

your mother's thoughts were creeping into your mind. this had happened a few times before, but now, they were clearer.

i think i should try something new. lemon sounds good. oh, i'll get another donut for him too, maple. i'm sure hayoung won't mind an oreo. shoot, i don't think i have enough reward points. maybe next time.

"mommy, i think you're getting a lemon donut and bringing back a maple for daddy, and an oreo for hayoung!"

she nodded, but her eyes soon widened with surprise. "yes, that's—wait, how did you know? we'll talk about this later."

you wondered if you had said anything wrong, but quickly returned to the thought of getting a donut.

the employee working the counter was busy refilling certain sections of the display case and seemed to give no indication that she had heard the conversation between you and your mother.

"miss?" your mother asked politely, and the employee looked up. "i'll get one maple, one lemon, one oreo, one chocolate."

"will that be all?"

"yes."

"okay, one maple, one lemon, one oreo, one chocolate," she repeated for confirmation, grabbing each flavor mentioned and placing them in a large box. "you can insert, swipe or tap your card here."

your mom took out her credit card and followed the instructions on the kiosk.

"would you like a receipt?" the worker asked.

"no, thank you."

"alright, thank you and have a good afternoon!"

you followed your mother out the door, watching her quickly stride towards the car. after both of you got in, she sighed.

"y/n, you've always been a pretty smart kid, but i wasn't exactly ready for you to be a mind reader. i'm pretty sure that's why you knew what i was ordering."

you grinned, eyes wide with curiosity. "so i can really read people's thoughts?"

she hummed thoughtfully. "well, let's make sure. i'm thinking of an animal right now, what is it?"

pink giraffe with wings. she should be able to sense that thought.

"a pink giraffe with wings... but that doesn't exist."

she sighed. "what am i going to do with you, my dear child?"

4. money before morals

year 3 of middle school

you were walking around campus after school, wanting to enjoy a few minutes to yourself. you had your headphones on, not wanting to be disturbed.

however, a figure began to approach you. as you took in his facial features, you suddenly recognized him.

that’s jeon jaebeom. his dad works for the school administration…

he walked in line with you, so you started walking towards a more crowded area to try and get away from him. you could hear him yelling.

“hey, wait! you’re the one who can read minds, aren’t you?”

you took off your headphones and glared at him. “ah, so someone was looking at something they shouldn’t have. keep it down, will you?”

he chuckled, and you wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face, even if it would get you in trouble.

“but you would be useful to me. i’d like for you to help me cheat on our next math test. see if you can get the answer key or something. i’m close to getting a c in that class, anyways.”

you groaned. what an idiotic request. “and why would i do that? so i can get expelled on your behalf?”

he shrugged. “because i’d pay you.”

you did a quick scan of his thoughts.

this bitch would be stupid if she actually did it.

hm, why not play around with him for a bit?

you looked at him quizzically. “how much?”

“100,000 won. you could probably buy a pretty nice meal with that amount.”

it would be useful, but i can't stoop that low to get it, you thought.

you laughed and pretended to thoughtfully consider it for a couple of seconds.

“i don’t think so.”

jaebeom glared at you. “what, you want higher? come on, isn’t this a good enough amount?”

you were truly annoyed and just wanted to blast your music again. why did you even remove your headphones, just to hear him say some nonsense? at least you were the same age as him, so he couldn't say something like "respect your elders."

it was time to go home.

“no, i don’t want your money, i want you to leave me the fuck alone. i’m not someone who stoops that low just to pass one test, but apparently someone thinks i’m a ‘stupid bitch.’”

he sneered and walked past you, shoving you as he did so. “fine. no one would trust someone like you anyways to help because all you’ll do is read their thoughts and manipulate them."

you staggered sideways, trying to regain your balance. you scowled.

really, you should have known better than to entertain a conversation with someone as spoiled as him. he shouldn't have soured your day, but in your defense, the middle school you was bad at picking the correct battles to fight.

still, you wondered if no one would trust you after all.

5. i'll be your destination

year 2 of high school

you groaned, trying to get up from your bed, and failing. usually, when your time of the month rolled around, the cramps weren't so unbearable, but of course, it had to be more painful than usual this month.

your sister had already gone off to school for the day, but your parents had allowed you to stay home, thankfully. they'd gone off to work, but they left soup that you could reheat in the microwave.

you grabbed a cup and filled it with water. you were bored, but you didn't want to risk getting any of your friends in trouble by texting them (seriously, how hard was it to silence a cell phone?).

although, there was one thing you could potentially try...

hey gyuvin, what class are you in right now?

you didn't expect an instantaneous response or one at all. then again, the more often you contacted someone telepathically, the easier the process was, and you would say you and gyuvin had developed a pretty strong bond.

oh, hi y/n! social studies. you sound like crap by the way, haha.

you could practically visualize his smile. if you had the energy and were with him in person, you'd playfully elbow him.

ugh, so mean.

you just thought of elbowing me, so who's the mean one? ok but seriously, are you sick? fever? your attendance is usually pretty good. or wait, it's that time of the month?

bingo. should i give you a cookie or something for getting it right?

no, but you could give me a kiss...

you smiled. he always got away with cheeky remarks like this.

what an idiot.

heard that.

hey, wait. you have work to do.

it was some boring worksheet and it's done, i swear. besides, i'd rather help you feel better. is there anything i can do?

you've learned that despite initially pegging gyuvin for a jokester, he was incredibly caring and emotionally receptive.

well, talking has already helped me so much. but if you really want to do something... then i want to hear you sing. it doesn't have to be long.

hey, if it makes you happy,

in your head, you heard his boyish voice, singing one of his favorite songs.

i'll be your destination, tell me your favorite song...

he continued the lyrics while you finished your soup, and you felt more relaxed. even the worst days could turn bright whenever he was in your mind.

6. don't spoil the ending!

year 3 of high school

watching dramas was a slow process for you, and it was another reason why you had to block people's thoughts sometimes.

because occasionally, a certain friend would be thinking about the ending of a show you weren't caught up on...

hey y/n.. guess who finished alice in borderland!

park fucking gunwook. i'm trying to finish this essay, don't you dare. and let me finish season 2 in peace.

come on, you're good at filtering out my thoughts anyways. i think you'll like it.

i have 4 more episodes to go. it's so tempting to just read spoilers online.

clearly, not god's strongest soldier—you should finish soon. honestly, we should have just had a watch party. gyuvin and ricky still need to finish season 1.

true. it's hard to watch a whole show together.

you typed another few sentences. perks of being busy, right?

despite that, you'd noticed that gunwook did manage to finish a few more dramas throughout the year.

being on student council sure does take a lot of time.

still, you get all the work done.

speaking of work, i'll leave you alone. finish the essay, and then we can talk about dramas.

fine, i guess it's time to be a good student.

yeah. but touch some grass every once in a while, i heard the cherry blossom trees are nice this time of year. i honestly think we should have debate club outside.

well, you're indeed the president, so you could probably do whatever you want. anyways, see you soon.

you laughed. nothing like friends telling you to touch grass, right?

quickly, you resumed your research for your argumentative essay, realizing how enjoyable (and yet distracting) it was to talk and reconnect with friends. maybe you'd have time to watch one episode tonight...

7. information overload

year 2 of high school

family reunions weren't always the greatest place to be. of course, there was a lot of good food, whether it was homemade cooking, or people used another catering option.

but the downside to a large family reunion was an abundance of thoughts to read, which was the case anywhere that was crowded. however, family reunions made you quite nervous.

people's thoughts began to creep into your headspace, the voices semi-recognizable.

she got so fat.

i wonder where he's working? some tech company, i've heard.

auntie's boyfriend is so ugly.

dinner looks good.

can we go home? now?

he'd better get into a sky university.

i hope the kids don't crash into the wall..

of course, it had gotten easier to block these thoughts out, but you could never get rid of them a hundred percent. people had more on their minds than you'd expected.

if your mind was too muddled, it just induced headaches and sometimes, other symptoms such as suddenly feeling nauseous. that's why you couldn't be in crowded places for too long, and you usually had some sort of water bottle with you.

damn, you thought. i need somewhere to be alone.

you tried not to invite conversation as you found your way to the bathroom, shutting the door quickly as you entered.

you sunk to the floor, leaned against a wall, and closed your eyes, glad to be able to rest, if only for a short while. a peaceful smile appeared on your face.

you'd long accepted that your experiences as an adolescent weren't ever going to be entirely normal, whatever that meant. your powers were a blessing and a curse, a gift and a tool for destruction.

of course, it was up to you to decide how you would use them in the future.

but as long as you had people in your life that accepted and cared for you no matter what secrets you held, you'd be alright.

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[tranquilpetrichor]

zb1 as honkai: star rail players

— may this journey lead us starward.

synopsis: you end up getting the zb1 boys to play the popular hoyoverse space fantasy rpg called honkai: star rail, and this is how it goes...

genre: headcanon, fluff, crack

wc: 944

warnings: mentions of video game deaths, cursing, there may be unfamiliar video game terms

a/n: haha please lemme summon all the zerose that play this game. very self-indulgent headcanon. i actually have not played this for a couple weeks because college = busy so... yeah.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

sung hanbin

he now thinks it would be a fun idea to have the members play video games like this for content so there you go

i can see him looking at bronya and thinking "she's a great leader" because honestly so true

he starts off with a fairly standard team composition (shielder, healer, support, dps) because you know less is more

likes the story, finishes it fairly quickly

thinks the feature where characters text you is cute

gets really happy whenever you use his support character

kim jiwoong

absolutely confused as hell and really, you can't blame him

"wait, why i can't jump?"

you spend a bit of time explaining the turn-based combat stuff to him and now he does get it... sorta

doesn't play too much but sometimes does it on a free day

pulls for characters he finds pretty (so valid)

and that's how he ended up with luocha, imbibitor lunae, jing yuan and kafka

has decent luck too

zhang hao

plays with chinese dub, chinese dialogue text

pulls for as many characters from the xianzhou luofu as he can

a lore enjoyer, probably excitedly talking about his favorite parts with you

probably got sucked into all the side quests

busy testing out the simulated universe, enjoying every second of it

has the ost samudrartha on blast, he'd love to cover the song one day

having a field day with any lore-heavy updates

seok matthew

he probably tried memory of chaos with f2p characters "because he was bored" and already did it w cracked as hell 5 stars

i can see him having a bunch of the standard banner characters from losing the 50/50s

he prob saw welt and said “haraboji" which means grandpa. if y'all know that joke i love you.

curses a lot if he dies

if something actually ends up being too hard for you to beat he gladly tries to help you (he's sweet like that)

named the trailblazer (main character) woohyun

also loves exploration and just running around the map even if he can't find everything

finds it fun in his free time

kim taerae

plays it casually (because he’s probably already too dedicated to valorant or something to pick up another game)

yk i think he would be a fan of the music, this game has a very good ost

in the parlor car of the express there’s a phonograph and one of the songs you can play on there is called “take the journey”, it’s this acoustic guitar song with soothing vocals

if that’s not taerae, idk what is

as a music lover, he's probably listening to the whole ost for this game

a very proud serval main (no did you see that pic of him with the electric guitar on his birthday? i'm sure he can appreciate a fellow guitarist)

thinks it's funny that gepard uses serval's guitar case as a weapon

probably builds at least two good teams

and complains when realizing he didn't get that many materials from beating the calyxes (same)

ricky

plays with chinese dub, english text

lazy af, turned on auto battle feature we stan

plays maybe twice per week

dialogue skipper

yk this man is buying whatever the equivalent of the battle pass is for this game

he can and will whale for the characters he wants (and this man already has better 50/50 luck than you, for sure)

probably doesn't give a shit about meta when deciding to pull on banners even though because oh wow that character is cool

actually pulls on the lightcone banner (because he can)

sees asta and her constant purchases and goes yep that's relatable

he jokingly tries to name the trailblazer something like youngandrich

kim gyuvin

sometimes starts leveling up relics randomly not giving a crap about stats even though he probably should

"it's a 5 star one and the correct mainstat, so here we go!"

he shows you relics leveled all the way with absolutely shit substats just to troll and annoy you

another proud dialogue skipper

but when the trailblazer speaks, guyvin picks all the funny and wacky dialogue options

lets your support character do all the work for him

probably let excess exp accumulate until he finally does his equilibrium trial or whatever

thinks it would be funny to main sampo or qingque. so that's exactly what he does

says fuck it we ball and puts 4 dps characters on one team

randomly says character voice lines like "HELP ME MR. SVAROG" and you're just like "please shut up"

probably named the trailblazer eumppappa

park gunwook

the most likely to enjoy the game imo

also ends up getting good at it (because he’s talented and good at learning new things)

doesn’t like to auto battle, actually enjoys grinding battles

started laughing at you because he got gepard for his beginner pulls and you don’t even have him yet (but you laughed when he lost his 50/50 to himeko of all people so you’re even.)

has a decent amount of characters

you give him so many credits because you keep using his gepard

to return the favor, he uses your characters occasionally, mostly seele.

he likes putting shielders and healers as support characters because "some people need to be able to not die"

easily finds the chests, is a completionist

always updated and knows when new redeem codes are out

han yujin

very intently focused on the game, you find it hilarious

but since our maknae is very dedicated, you’re quite surprised at his trailblaze level..

“yujin, slow down, you’ve been playing for what, two days?"

he’s probably already reached somewhere around trailblaze level 25 already

truly a yanqing enjoyer, he likes everything about him and sees a bit of himself as yanqing is also young and dedicated to his particular craft (yes i wish i had him on my account shut up!)

sulks whenever he loses a 50/50

ngl i imagine ricky probably buys some stuff in-game for him

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[tranquilpetrichor]

afternoon with a ghost

synopsis: it's just another regular weekend for you, visiting your boyfriend in the land of the living.

cast: non!idol taerae (zb1) x gn!ghost reader

genre: ghost au, comfort, light fluff, light angst

wc: 1k (1082)

warnings: references to reader's death, mentions of a drunk driver, joking about stealing boba, pet names used, cursing

notes: another wtf is eris writing moment. i'm not really on something when i think of my writing ideas, but i'm on something, you know what i mean?

taglist: @restlessmaknae

taerae attempted to stab the top of his strawberry milk tea (a recommendation from ricky) with a straw, resulting in some liquid spilling out from the top.

he frowned and tried again, this time, managing to successfully puncture a hole at the top so that he could drink his sugary drink in peace.

you laughed at him and his struggle with the drink. "you would think that after being friends with me for so long, it'd be easier for you to do that. how often do we get boba?"

"not as often as we used to, love."

you laid your head on his shoulder like usual, and he glanced over—he's still not used to the chills he gets when he's around you, metaphorically and literally.

taerae was also not used to how transparent you were, like the glass on his shower door. how he could see the other side of his couch through your torso. but he never stared for too long—he knew when you were aware of him doing that.

but most of all, he wasn’t used to you referring to your hangouts as if you were still alive and well.

you yawned. "well, you're very busy, and i'm very dead. still, it's nice to hang out. do your friends know you've been talking to a ghost?"

"even if they did, i'm sure they wouldn't believe me," he said, shrugging. "i get it, honestly. i'll tell them, eventually."

smiling, you took your own boba cup, piercing the top with one clean stab of the straw. in life and death, brown sugar milk tea would always be your favorite. mortifyingly sweet, but tasty.

"of course, this can be our little secret for a while longer. how's the singing channel going?"

he laughed. "it's alright. you should listen to the new infinite cover medley i uploaded!"

your eyes widened and you nodded in approval. "wow, you really have been busy. when i get the chance, i will, don't worry."

a small grin appeared on his face.

"i'll hold you to it."

"even though i'm dead?" you asked sarcastically.

"yea, who said you being dead would stop me from making you stream my videos? i do technically need views and more engagement."

he took another few sips of the milk tea. god, it was hard to maintain the perfect ratio of tea to boba pearls. you were always able to do so, after all, you were considered the expert on all things boba.

you hummed and tapped your chin with your pointer finger. considering your transparent appearance, the motion did look odd to taerae.

"i'll consider it."

you put your drink down on the coffee table, laid your body across the couch, and rested your head on his lap, causing him to feel a light but odd sensation on his skin.

he grinned. "wow, you're so cold, y/n."

"no shit, sherlock. but you're here with me anyways."

the two of you laughed simultaneously.

"because i missed you. even if you're only occasionally able to visit, some time with you is better than none at all.”

you stared up at his face, no doubt taking in his dimples and other facial features.

"cute," you muttered under your breath. this was a common habit of yours, laying your head on his lap, sometimes saying whatever came to mind, and other times, saying nothing at all. it was a relaxing time for both of you.

his face softened even more while staring at you. for a few more minutes, maybe he could pretend it was all okay.

some days, it hurt more than others, seeing you and wishing your life hadn't been cut short by a reckless and drunk driver. you told him not to be so down about it, but he couldn't help but think of the ways the scenario could have been prevented. other days, he'd forget about the incident, only to recall it suddenly.

what hurt most of all was that taerae had envisioned a beautiful and vibrant future with you, one that would never come to fruition.

maybe it was a little delusional, you'd both have a house with a room for instruments, go on semi-frequent boba runs, and lovingly annoy the shit out of each other for eternity. and now, the possibility of that was gone.

he closed his eyes. "i know that i can't logically date a ghost, but believe me, i would try if it was you. i miss you."

for some reason, logic and reason always seemed to find the door when it came to his feelings for you.

your gaze pierced through his soul. "i know, taerae, and i hope you can move on. i love you, but you know that you have to live your life."

he sighed and gazed at the steady rise and fall of your chest. "of course, y/n."

you easily sat up, picked up your boba, and floated beside him. "now, let's move on from depressing stuff, shall we? i still haven't asked you for your opinion on the drink."

he looked at his half-empty cup. "i like it. i'm glad i didn't order it any sweeter, though—it's refreshing as it is. i'll have to tell ricky his recommendation was pretty solid."

"as for you," he continued. "you'll never stop drinking brown sugar milk tea, will you?"

"until the day i die—oh wait. until i'm reincarnated into someone who absolutely hates boba, i will never give up the chance for that drink."

you hummed thoughtfully to yourself. "you know, i could steal it. i don't think any of the employees over at that boba place can see ghosts. but i won't, because i'm a semi-nice person."

taerae laughed. "to be fair, you didn't think i could see them either. but here we are."

"yeah, you're right. even that only happens every once in a blue moon."

he stood up, watching you take a few more sips of your drink. "can't get rid of me, y/n. even when you're dead."

you rolled your eyes, trying to hide a smile. "would never dream of it. but please. like i said, don't let me hold you back from a great future."

he paused. "y/n, you could never hold me back. if anything, you keep me going."

you giggled lightly. "then let's keep going, until the end."

maybe taerae's future wouldn't be one he had planned or expected. but as long as he had his favorite ghost by his side, he was sure things would be easier.

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[tranquilpetrichor]

twister

synopsis: what begins as a lighthearted game of twister leads to you finally admitting your feelings for your dance friend.

cast: chen kuanjui x gn!reader ft friend!ricky

genre: fluff

wc: 2k (2025)

warnings: descriptions of physical affection, there may be grammatical errors

a/n: please freaking save me i don't need more boys planet trainees wrecking my life.. anyways if the links to this on my masterlist are weird please let me know, i’m on vacation right now and can’t really do much stuff on my laptop.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

you place the box labeled twister on the floor and open it, your friend kuanjui beside you. he takes the mat and carefully lays it out. you get the spinner and fiddle with it for fun.

kuanjui's set out the mat and is stretching on it—a familiar sight to you over your years of friendship. while you used to gasp whenever you saw him casually go into the middle splits or do a backbend, it no longer fazed you. he simply had no bones.

staring at the mat with colored dots on it gives you nostalgia. "oh my god, i haven't played this in a while," you say, groaning. "please go easy on me."

he only laughs at you. "we're literally both dancers. if anything, i should make it really hard for you!"

you sigh, knowing that he’s almost never lost a game like this. "ugh no. if you're gonna be that way, you should buy me food after we play."

it’s a joke, but you wouldn’t mind food. and eating with him.

he points over in the distance to a guy (aka another idiot friend of yours) listening to music with airpods in. "ha, why don't you ask ricky then? he's the rich one, after all. oh, and speaking of which, we need someone to spin."

you glance over again. “i'll get him."

he smiles knowingly. “you mean you’ll go annoy him, right?”

“yep!”

since ricky’s facing away from the two of you, it's easy to sneak up on him and you make your way closer, finally closing in on his shoulders. after you tap him with your hands, he groans.

“what the hell? not this again.”

you start laughing, amused by ricky’s annoyance.

"dude, you've been on your phone enough. you wanna spin the wheel for me and kuan jui while we play twister?"

you can't miss the undeniable smirk that appears on ricky's face.

"alright, it's not like i have anything better to do," he begins to whisper, "except help two soon-to-be lovebirds out."

"hey! it's not like that," you hiss.

he only shrugs in response. "if you say so."

the two of you walk back, and you try to remain composed. “we have our spinner,” you say, gesturing to a still-smirking ricky.

"dude, quit it with that look," you mutter to ricky, and he just laughs at you.

kuanjui claps, a smile on his face. “let’s start! prepare to lose," he says with a glare that you know isn't malicious at all. you could even say it's adorable, although that's not something you should admit aloud.

you both go on opposite sides on the mat, and ricky spins the wheel.

"right hand on blue."

the two of you move accordingly. even with simple movements like this, kuanjui is graceful.

“right foot on red.”

it's easy so far, but in a few minutes, you know you're sure to struggle. sure enough, you do end up in a precarious position which could only be described as being a human pretzel. he’s reaching over you, like a cat taking a stretch.

"please do not crush my back," you say with a groan. "i don't know if i can handle that."

he protests. "i'm not going to crush your back! i am perfectly capable of holding myself up. if you fall, it's your fault."

"what? i won't fall..."

ricky interrupts. "good one, y/n. a little late on that.”

you glare at him as best as you possibly can from your position. "shut it."

kuanjui is clearly confused. "huh? is something wrong?”

you try to laugh it off. "never mind. he’s just being annoying again.”

there’s no time for him to question you, because ricky keeps talking. “alright, let’s continue! left foot on yellow!”

at this point, you understand why you wouldn't play this game with anyone you don't trust. there's no way you could do this with anyone else without feeling incredibly awkward.

"are you gonna give up?" kuanjui asks, and although you aren't looking at him in an attempt to focus on not trembling, you imagine a satisfied grin on his face.

you barely register ricky’s next command.

“right hand on green!”

no, now is not the time to get embarrassed. you absolutely knew what you were getting into, playing this damn game of all things. your heart definitely wasn’t racing. not at all.

you readjust your hand slightly. “nope. never.”

right about now, he’s probably pouting. “please? if you give up, i’ll buy you strawberry ice cream…”

hm, would you really choose food over your pride?

“aw damn, that’s tempting. but no. also, i’m sure you would do that for me anyways.”

his lack of a comeback tells you all you need to know.

“i feel like a third wheel,” you think you hear ricky mutter, before his speaking volume returns to normal. “alright, left hand on yellow!“

you strain to reach your hand behind you, but manage to get it on a circle. kuanjui’s face is now visible, and the two of you laugh at the absurdity of this whole game.

“i wonder how long we’ve been here,” you say.

ricky checks the time on his phone. “12 minutes, honestly that’s kinda impressive. but can someone please win already?"

“ah, now my wrist hurts. actually everything hurts,” kuanjui whines.

you smile. “you're such a big baby, despite being older than me by a few months.”

he hits you softly. “am not.”

a response leaves your mouth before you can tell your brain to stop saying whatever the hell it wants to. “you are, so stop being so cute.”

he scrunches his face in confusion, but then smiles slightly. "you think i’m what now?"

ah, shit. i definitely said too much.

well, might as well own what you had said. “cute, did you not hear me the first time?”

a slight blush appears on his face. “well, uh—“

ricky yells exasperatedly, “left foot on red!”

kuanjui moves first, slipping his foot behind your back. you try to find a red circle, but it’s a rather inconvenient move.

now you’re pretty much in the splits with your hands spread semi-far apart, and while it’s not the worst position to possibly be in, you’re kinda sore and can’t wait to rest.

“ah, is this what being a worm is like?” you joke.

“i don’t wanna be a worm, i wanna be something pretty,” kuanjui says.

you try to think of a suitable representative animal for him. “a butterfly is pretty.”

that seems to make him smile, and you feel like you've done your job for the day.

at some point, your strength gives out and you drop to the mat, beads of sweat cascading down your face. you're panting heavily.

kuanjui lifts himself out of the weird backbend position he's in with relative ease. how he's not too tired to do that, you're not sure.

"yes! i win!" he says with a fist pump.

you dramatically sigh, placing a hand on your chest. “i humbly accept this fatal defeat. you have kicked my ass once again.”

he giggles. "i'm sorry, i'll make it up somehow."

you pout. "that's what i get, for playing twister against one of the most flexible dancers in our academy."

you try to get up, but he motions for you to stay on the mat. "i'll get water for all of us, be right back. you need to rest!”

ricky puts the spinner down after kuan jui’s left. “please. just kiss. please! you two are so flirty that it’s gross.”

you laugh at his show of pleading. well, at least he was being honest. “i mean, i might confess to him today. i don’t want it to be grand or anything, i just want to say it. now’s as good a time as any, right?”

ricky gives you a genuine smile, probably the first of the day.

“well, good luck. if anyone should be his partner, it’s you.”

he pauses, seeming serious for once, before continuing. “it seems like you guys have a lot of fun around each other. i remember meeting you during dance practice and you were so strict, i didn't think you had an unserious bone in your body!"

kuanjui's walking back, so you try to wrap up the conversation. "gee thanks, i can be fun. but i think some people really bring out different sides of you."

he gives a grateful ricky some ice water, then sets down another cup beside you. "i cut a lemon slice and put it on the side of yours, if you don't mind."

you take it, grateful for the sweet gesture. "thanks, i mentioned that i like that, but only once.”

he smiles, and even that simple action seems ethereal. “i remembered anyways.”

ricky seems more than eager to excuse himself from the conversation, citing “video games” as the reason to leave.

“but you always say that though,” kuanjui retorts.

the younger boy shrugs. “and it’s always true.”

“i’ll see you guys later, you should enjoy yourselves!” he adds with a wink.

that damn guy. but you’re not gonna complain about getting alone time with kuanjui.

you spend about a minute quietly playing with his hair, which you’re both used to. although you do it often, you usually do it when something’s on your mind and you need to focus on something else.

kuanjui traces mindless circles on the mat before deciding to break the silence that has settled between you two. “hey, y/n?”

“yes?”

“did you really mean it when you said i was cute?”

you smile, a little embarrassed. but of course, no going back now. “of course, i wouldn’t lie.”

"i didn't think you would, but it was a little unexpected," he says, laughing. "since when did you ever call people cute?"

you take a sip of water, feeling suddenly as if there was something stuck in your throat. "well, i don't call people cute, unless they're you," you say with a small giggle, averting your gaze afterwards.

you're surprised you can even continue to speak.

"and, i wanted to ask you on a date. i mean, you don't have to! i've liked you for a while now, but i didn't want to make anything awkward… even though it probably seems awkward coming from me anyways.”

there’s a relief you feel after your confession and a sense of nervous anticipation. your hands need somewhere to be, so you reach for the cup.

kuanjui gasps and ruffles your hair affectionately. his eyes seem to sparkle.“oh, i’ve liked you too, and i’d love to go on a date. it’s just that i’m a little bit cowardly and probably wouldn’t have confessed first!”

“ha, believe me, i know.”

he seemed to have another moment of realization. “no wonder ricky seemed so annoyed! it’s like he was waiting for.. well, something.”

“watch what you say, he could come back any moment,” you whisper.

he goes along with your little joke and whispers back.

“what if i say he’s short and poor, old and ugly?”

“then he’ll definitely come back.”

the two of you burst into a fit of giggles. you take his hand, as if you need tangible proof that you’re here, experiencing this beautiful moment.

“do you mind if i kiss you on the cheek?”

jeez, why are you embarrassed? you’re usually physically affectionate with him anyways. still, it’s best to ask about things like kissing, you figure.

he shyly smiles. “go ahead.”

you give him a peck, which elicits more giggling from him, and there’s the lingering feeling of fluttering in your chest. he's definitely happy from the physical contact. as he lays down, he tugs your shirt, bringing you to the floor with him.

"i'm sleepy," he says through a yawn. "could you stay with me for a little?"

you're more than happy to oblige, and somehow, you end up with both of your arms wrapped around him, the twister mat still below you both.

as you settle into a comfortable position with kuanjui (perhaps the most comfortable you've been the whole day), you're thankful for playing that little game of twister, and for finally giving into your feelings.

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the friendship problem

synopsis: in which you have company during morning break, and it is strangely tolerable.

cast: jiung (p1harmony) x gn!reader

genre: strangers to friends, high school!au

wc: 1.1k (1,117)

warnings: discussions of loneliness, reader is implied to show some symptoms of social anxiety, barely proofread

notes: looking back at my high school experience (and reflecting on my growth throughout school in general) thus far makes me oddly nostalgic. this one's definitely self-indulgent. here's to the people who didn't ask me why i was so quiet, who accepted my idiosyncrasies and admittedly, brought out a friendlier side in me.

(also peep that word count i wasn't gonna post this originally but i must, i count 1117 as a small ateez reference.)

erasing the inappropriate drawings from the side whiteboard, you began to write a problem from your calculus textbook.

“integral of w squared times sin of 10 w…” you said out loud to yourself.

you could have gone outside, as it was time for break, but you found your math teacher’s classroom to be more comforting. natural light gently shone through the windows, the air freshener emitted a scent of pine, and best of all, there were no crowds to be found.

you had tried to get over your discomfort around large crowds and navigate to the cafeteria to buy a snack, but found that it was quite the pain in the ass to squeeze between couples who walked as slow as tortoises and boys who elbowed people everywhere they went.

through those wonderful experiences, you learned that the epicenter of your high school’s social life overwhelmed you the hard way.

shaking intrusive thoughts from your mind, you began to visualize solutions to this calculus problem. after a minute or two of writing, you had the answer.

“let’s go!” you cheered, knowing no one else would hear it, but finding it funny nonetheless.

suddenly, you heard a voice and turned around to see a classmate you vaguely recognized from classes you shared. jiung, that was his name.

“don’t mind me,” he said, “just looking for a place to read.”

your shoulders tensed up a little, but you nodded, resuming your work on another problem.

normally, you would expect an noticeable and uncomfortable silence, but jiung seemed to be just as at peace with the quiet as you were. that was more than you could say for a lot of people, who felt as if they had to fill silence with words that seemed rather meaningless.

curiously, you glanced at him reading. the book was an alternate history fiction novel by haruki murakami, titled 1Q84. you've read it before, of course.

"uh, enjoying your book so far?" you asked him, cursing under your breath afterwards when you got the low battery notification on your laptop.

"well," he paused briefly, "murakami's descriptions tend to be long-winded and i find some of the scenes a bit odd, but it's interesting for me. have you read it before?"

"yeah, i have. i had fun trying to make sense of all the symbolism, but i admit that 1Q84 can be a tough read for some."

you tried not to show it, but your eyes sparkled with excitement.

"since you've read it, it'd be nice to talk to someone about the book once i'm done." he smiled. "wait, your name is y/n, right? i've seen you in some of my classes."

you set the whiteboard marker down. “yep. and i know your name is jiung.”

he stared at the board in front of him, now filled from the not-quite-top to the bottom with math problems. "you wrote a lot in such a short amount of time. do you find math easy?"

you shrugged. "let's just say it's relaxing for me."

he did ask an interesting question. to be fair, you hadn't always liked math as much as you did now, being a highly stubborn child who was averse to doing their homework back then.

however, a natural curiosity to learn new concepts coupled with a preference for being alone gave you the time to sit down and ponder random topics, developing a special love for math due to its basis in objectivity.

in general, your teachers loved the fact that you asked questions and stayed during morning breaks and after class sometimes—their classrooms felt like a second home.

so yeah, you discovered that you liked doing math, and it was better than being around people who deliberately excluded you, or trying to participate in conversations where you knew you wouldn't get a word in.

better to be alone than to feel lonely, right?

(yeah, just keep telling yourself that.)

he stood up to stretch. "that's cool, i definitely admire that. you don't hear people call math relaxing often."

"to each their own. i just think it's important for someone to have something they enjoy, and who gives a shit what it is if it doesn't hurt anyone?"

you probably shouldn't have added the last part, as it came out more defensive than you anticipated. however, jiung didn't seem surprised. his eyes were kind and welcoming.

"i think it's a good rule to go by. there'd be way less conflict in the world if people minded their own business. oh, speaking of that, i hope i didn't bother you by coming in."

to your surprise, you didn't mind. "of course not, it is a teacher's classroom anyways, not mine, so obviously people have the right to come in, although most don't. and i mean, i do prefer it to be quiet while working. but your presence isn't bad or anything."

you twirled the whiteboard marker around in your hands. “quite the opposite, really. i actually liked talking to you.”

“do you not like talking to others?” he joked, probably noticing the emphasis you put on “liked.”

“i figure i either scare people away or they’re not the kind of person i want to be friends with anyways. also, not gonna lie, socializing is hard.”

for better or for worse, you knew what people thought about you—this was a fairly small school, after all. it was easier to just isolate than to worry about who was judging you.

"nothing wrong with incompatibility," he said with a small smile and a shrug. "it just means there's people out there who are better suited for you anyways."

you hadn't thought about your situation like that, but that was probably a wise way to put it.

"that... actually makes sense."

where was this dude lurking? it would have been nice to get to know him earlier, you thought. although it might be too early to tell, you had put him tentatively under a category of "people that were better suited for you."

jiung glanced at his phone for a quick second. "break's ending soon, so i have to head to my history class, but i enjoyed talking to you!”

he headed toward the door, but as he was about to leave, he turned back, as if he was forgetting something. "hey, mind if i get your kakaotalk information? let's chat again sometime."

you entered in your number, voice a little shaky. "i'd love to chat. and if you ever need to find me, i'll be here, like i always am."

"well then, i'll see you around!"

he walked to his next class, leaving you to ponder if it really was so difficult to make friends after all.

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[tranquilpetrichor]

nutcracker nerves

synopsis: before you can put on a great nutcracker show, you need to shake off your impending nerves.

cast: ballet dancer!choi san x ballerina!reader

genre: dancer!au, fluff, some comfort

wc: 432

warnings: descriptions of pre-show nervousness

notes: woah, don’t usually use present tense but wanted to try something different. i was gonna publish this before the year ended but i literally came back from our family trip yesterday LOL whoops. enjoy this tiny little thing that totally did not come from me being a dancer...

taglist: @restlessmaknae

despite how warm it was backstage with all the bodies, you could feel chills running up and down your body.

oh god oh god 15 minutes until the show starts, oh god oh god.

this is what happens close to showtime—stage fright plagues you and you find yourself having to make sure your brain doesn't shut off completely.

"ahh, i hate this stupid headpiece." the clip-on bow that you had to wear for the party scene was annoying and could potentially ruin your bun. you want to banish the bow from your wardrobe, but the dress it matches with flows beautifully, so you can’t complain that much.

next, you go to the designated quick-change rack, making sure that all of your costumes are there. all 5 of them are present, but you're not satisfied with their arrangement, so you start moving things around in a frantic yet orderly manner.

someone taps you on the shoulder, and you jump a little, until you realize it’s only your boyfriend wearing the nutcracker head. you’re mildly embarrassed now. "hi, wh—oh my god. don't do that, san, you scared the shit out of me."

he laughs and pats you on the head. “sorry.”

you glare at him, then hit him softly. “you don’t look sorry to me.”

he sets the nutcracker head aside. “aw, i’m hurt that you don’t believe me.”

“i really don’t.” you start shaking your wrists. “but i don’t have time to get payback for you hitting me because i’m hella nervous right now and the show’s gonna start soon.”

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

with a grin, san joins you. “can’t miss out on our little ritual.”

you laugh, trying to ease your nerves.

after sufficiently shaking out your arms and legs, he pulls you into a hug and rests his hands on your shoulders. “i know we don’t have much time, but you’re gonna do great, y/n. you always have. just remember i have your back. fighting!”

since you two were going to be too busy to talk during the upcoming performance, it was good to exchange words of encouragement now.

“ah, that’s my nutcracker prince. you got this too, fighting!” you reply back.

“and i promise i won’t scare you again today.”

you pout. “you’d better not.”

adrenaline running, you check the time on a nearby clock. “oh i should really get into position. see you later, sannie!”

he waves. “see you on stage, princess.”

and although your nerves are still there, you feel better knowing that you’ll get to share the stage with your favorite person.

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[tranquilpetrichor]

iron sharpens iron

"as iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." -proverbs 27:17

cast: san x rival gn!reader

genre: action, fantasy, rivals to friends (?), elemental powers!au, academy!au

wc: 744

warnings: use of weapons depicted, descriptions of mild pain

notes: so. this was definitely not inspired by the fact that i've watched some action scenes recently and have been fighting too many enemies in genshin. and i mean, the bible verse (but tbh i'm not that religious). i've hit an annoying writer's block as of recently, due to many circumstances (which mostly fall under college/school/studying for exams). but i figure i can write this much, and just try and to take things one day at a time.

as always, remember that reblog, likes and feedback are appreciated!

taglist: @restlessmaknae

you rushed towards san, spear aimed carefully towards him. this fight had been going on for too long, and it was time to end it, one way or another.

the side of your weapon clashed with his water blades. he moved elegantly, using his body control to try and gain the upper advantage against you. but you wouldn't allow that. with the help of your spear, you remained grounded, managing to support your core. you kicked three times in succession, forcing him to dodge out of the way.

on the sides, people watched in awe as the two of you fought. ignoring the fact that this was a battle, the way that you responded to him and vice versa made the combat seem more like a dance for two.

you stared at the camera and screens displaying your battle stats for a brief moment. at this school, (sanctioned) fights were actually encouraged, in order to improve a student’s strength in combat, and many people tuned in to watch sparring matches.

well, we might as well give everyone out there a show.

san’s movements modeled water, making him the perfect person to test your earth skills against. you of course, could never underestimate the deadly power of water and of the boy you’ve learned to call your rival since day one at kq academy.

he threw his dual blades, waiting for them to return. you barely dodged the attack in time, but once you regained your footing, you sent multiple rocks cascading across the arena, watching as he tripped over a particularly large one.

you walked over to san, pointing the spear at his chest. he was panting heavily, probably exhausted from using so much of his elemental power. you were too, but you summoned the strength to speak.

"are we going to continue?"

he grumbled and attempted to stand up, but found himself unable to do so. "not... now. i yield."

after he said those words, the screen changed.

[match ended]

victory: y/n l/n

loss: choi san

you extended a hand to him, grinning slightly. he stood slowly. the two of you shook hands and bowed, as was customary after battle.

the two of you sat down on a bench, recovering from your fight.

"better heal yourself well before we spar again,” you said with a teasing grin. “can’t be facing you while you’re so tired.”

he returned a calmer smile. “i look forward to another match with you, although i’ll definitely be more prepared. better watch out.”

chuckling to yourself, you couldn’t help but remember your previous interactions with him.

in your pursuit of worthy opponents, not many gave you as much of a challenge as choi san. he was always thinking on his feet, a fast learner, and a threat despite his innocent appearance.

you two were opponents in the arena, but you held a great respect for him regardless. it was through fighting him that you had learned valuable lessons about your own strength and how to recover from loss gracefully, something that he did well.

he held his left hand over his wrist. "ah, you've certainly improved from the last time. keep it up and i’ll probably have to heal more often.”

“of course. i have to improve constantly to beat somebody like you.”

you leaned back against the wall, glad there was a sound barrier between you and the people waiting. you needed a few more minutes to rest, and quite honestly, you were used to san's presence, having run into him in your fights and in class.

this was the foundation of your interesting relationship with him, the feeling of battling until your lungs gave out, shaking hands afterwards and doing it all over again.

you gulped down your water, glancing over at the boy who almost bested you in battle today. it was time to leave him alone to rest. besides, your friends were probably wondering when you were gong to come out.

walking up to the stands to go meet your friends, you paused and turned back to wave to san. “well, good luck trying to beat me again, mountain boy. i’ll be here if you need me.”

he waved back, a challenge hidden in his steady gaze. "i'll see you around."

as iron sharpens iron, your matches with san sharpened the two of you into the fighters that you were today, rivals that held a respect for one another and helped the other grow stronger.

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[tranquilpetrichor]

take a break | ch. 1

synopsis: your ankle injury is a pain in the ass, but you find an unexpected source of comfort in a developing friendship with a teammate.

cast: ni-ki (enhypen) x reader ft. gunwook (zb1), soul (p1harmony), more to come

genre: dancer!au, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, f2l

wc: 599

chapter warnings: mentions of injury, cursing

masterlist | next

you sit on a wooden bench with a pen in one hand and a tiny notebook in the other. these three items could be considered close friends of yours by now, with how often you've seen them since your unfortunate ankle injury.

the exact words your doctor tells you after your injury are, "no dancing for 3 weeks."

no one ever wants to hear that. and as fucking stubborn as you are, you're not going to overwork yourself and make the recovery time take even longer.

still, it takes every fiber of your being to not move your body instinctively while watching your dance teammates practice the pieces for your upcoming showcase in 2 months. there's a longing gaze in your eyes that you try to hide.

your coach suggests that you come and observe, acting as another pair of eyes to scrutinize the quality of the dances. which of course, you don't mind doing.

quality control is a far better use of your time than wallowing in your sorrows, anyways.

you scribble a few more notes on the page, such as: angle of arms do not match. gunwook started the first a bit early. good facial expressions.

the ground vibrates with every stomp and jump they take.

you can't believe it's almost been a week since you've started your first entry in the journal. at this rate, you're sure you could fill the pages in at least a month.

you flip over to the next, just as your director announces that practice is over. everyone sighs in relief and heads to grab their stuff.

as you reach over to grab your crutches and leave, one of your teammates, nishimura riki, approaches you. he's not necessarily mean to you, but you know him to be more of the teasing type. you'd say he's one of the members of your team that you weren't as close with, so it was a surprise that he was talking to you.

"hi, i know you're injured and it's probably kinda ass not being able to do choreography you spent so long learning, but…”

he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck.

you interrupt and your gaze flickers to your notes, then to him. “i mean it is, but i don’t need your pity. it’s not going to heal me anyways. i’ve had enough people say they feel sorry for me.”

“i knew this was a bad idea,” you think you hear him mumble. “it’s not really pity. i just think you have a good attitude about your injury. you’re still showing up to class and whatnot, and your notes are really helpful, at least for me.”

for one, you're amused, having never seen him this flustered. but the compliment genuinely touches you. he—a person you didn't even think gave a shit about you—sees your effort. you think that this is enough to fuel for the rest of the day, the week even.

you cautiously get up, smiling as you do so. "thank you, ni-ki. i hope they're still helpful later."

he walks with you as you enter the lobby, but stops to pull out his phone and unlock it. "is this still your number? i got it from our dance group chat."

you glance at the screen, which reads "y/n (dance)" for the contact name. "yea, that's right."

he holds the door open for you. "talk to you later, maybe?"

"sure, why not." you shrug.

your friends are definitely going to tease you about this later, but you don't care. for the first time since you got injured, you feel lighter than air.

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taglist: @restlessmaknae

a/n: this is a fic for the @kflixnet exchange event! my recipient is @sultrybaby, i haven't tried writing for enhypen but i do know the members. hope you enjoy it! i want to experiment with chaptered fics. also, inspired by my fear of ever getting injured as a dancer.

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perfectly imperfect

synopsis: in which yunho helps you let go of your fears, one 8-count at a time.

cast: dancer!yunho (ateez) x dancer!reader, mentions of other ateez members.

genre: comfort, some fluff, friendship with implication of a mutual crush

wc: 1.7k

warnings: some negative self-talk, descriptions of physical exhaustion, cursing, some parts not proofread

a/n: sometimes we do indeed get lost in our own heads. there's so much to think about when you dance for a class/career lol but honestly at its purest form (for me) dance should make you feel good. also. there's such a fun feeling fooling around with people after dance practice. anyways enough from me! this one is a little rough, sorry y'all. school is annoying.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

remember what yunho told you. try not to rely on the mirror.

your arm glided above your head, creating an invisible semi-circle as you went through a choreography your friend, yunho had taught you. after finishing the routine, you collapsed on the floor near your phone, and with a bit of effort, stopped the video that was recording.

time to review the footage. having exerted yourself to your last breath, you were more than happy to have a reason to sit down.

"oh? what the hell," you frowned at your screen and made a disgusted face—anyone looking at you probably would have thought you ate something rotten. you might as well have.

your angles weren't clean enough. that part should have been smoother. right arm, not left! yeah, you spent a good few minutes rewinding that damn video. just to make sure you weren’t missing anything, you watched it again while you were rolling out the arches of your feet with a tennis ball.

you hoped that you'd execute yunho's choreography well enough to use for an audition, but right now things weren't looking great.

the door opened, and yunho walked in, noticing how tired you were. he still appeared upbeat, even though you knew he was probably exhausted too. "y/n! thought we were, uh, taking a break."

a sigh escaped your lips. "well, i was. but after you left, i just wanted to run the dance one more time. for myself."

he began to stretch some more, and you couldn't help but always be quietly amazed by how graceful he was. "i expected that," he said with a shrug. "you've always been a perfectionist. one more minute to rest, and then we'll run the choreography again."

you went over it in your head, methodically addressing your mistakes and praying there would be no stupid gaps in your memory when it was actually time to dance.

yunho walked over to the laptop and pressed play, with "hymn for the weekend" by coldplay blasting out the speakers, and then he went to go sit in the corner.

okay, what do i have to remember?

for one, the dance started on an odd count—leave it to yunho to make things unpredictable for you. and he choreographed it mostly to beats in the instrumental, so that's what you were going to focus on this time.

"1, 2, and 3!"

flick, flick, 6 and 7, 8. through, down, 3, 4. fuck, is this even supposed to be the hand detail? whatever.

and before you knew it, you were finished. everything felt practiced, and you thought the dance went slightly better than last time.

perhaps you could chalk it up to muscle memory—thank god that existed! still, there was always something you could fix, but for the moment, you took a sip of water from your bottle, grateful for its cool temperature.

yunho went over to stop the music. "alright, so that was better. definitely! maybe a few details that still need a bit of work, but you definitely know the dance. the major comment i have is relax, y/n. please. i can see you’re not dancing in the moment.”

that was still one of your major flaws—that your brain refused to be at peace. your thoughts felt like a constant whir, hyper-focused on the nitty-gritty of whatever you were doing. that was nice and all when you were reviewing someone else’s dancing, but it seemed to hinder your own.

“i guess habits really are hard to break,” you said, laying on the floor with a groan.

he sat beside you, and you instinctively steadied yourself using his shoulder, almost all of your adrenaline gone. you began to think of all the things you forgot to do during the dance, and remembered yunho's comment about not dancing in the moment.

what am i, a deer lost in headlights?

your thoughts were interrupted by him, probably for the better. “don’t beat yourself up about it. i know you, and you’re trying. you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. and you’re improving—anyone with eyes can see it.”

instinctively, you looked away from him, down at some speck of dust on the floor. “maybe? i think? i’m not as good as you though, great yunho-ssaem."

humor always diffuses a situation, right?

yunho gently turned you to face him and laughed, but it wasn't out of malice. “don't discredit yourself like that! none of us are perfect—i’m still learning, myself.”

for his youthful energy, he was actually quite wise in his mindset, which is why you trusted him a lot, along with the fact that him being almost a year older wasn't so significant for you.

“i mean, i know you’re right, but clearly i still can't fix my problem.”

he gave a mock gasp. “but of course, i’m right, y/n. no, but seriously. knowing you have a problem is half the battle. some of us never get to that. give yourself time to grow."

you gave yunho a fist bump, and a quick hug. "god, you're the best. what the hell would i do without you?"

it was his turn to look slightly embarrassed, cheeks slightly flushed from the compliment.

"haha, thanks y/n, i try my best. anyways, forget that shit about me being perfect. did i ever tell you about the time i did a duet with mingi but started my section a few counts too early?”

you shuddered and gave him a sympathetic look. "i would rather start late than early, honestly. everyone can see an early start.”

“hey, i did just fine after! and at least it was just a practice. mingi sent the video to me. i'll show you," he said, taking out his phone.

you never missed a chance to learn from other people’s work when it came to dance, and watching videos was a great way to learn.

he stood up and lifted his hand way above your head with a teasing grin. screw tall people.

you jumped, but it didn't get you that far off of the ground. “yun-hoe! oh my god, stop being tall.”

“you’re not even that short,” he said, laughing at you. “but i’ll still always be taller than you.”

“i hate you."

after you gave one more playful attempt to swipe the phone, he finally sat down, scrolling through his camera roll. “look, now you can see how unorganized and chaotic everything is. there's wooyoung twerking, you and san trying to flip—ah, found it."

"haha, you can send me that video of wooyoung later."

yunho laughed. "maybe."

he clicked the duet and the video began to play, starting off with shakiness as a pair of hands attempted to adjust the camera’s position.

you could hear yunho’s laugh. “mingi, stop touching it. i think it’s good now. let’s go!”

“i guess you're right, fighting!”

the two stood side by side, with shared smiles. you knew that feeling well. dance friends were the best.

and then there was the part yunho had mentioned: his early start. it was sorta cute, as he realized he was off the counts and jumped back to his starting position. it would easily be embarrassing for you, but he laughed it off easily.

mingi slapped him on the back in the video. “damn, dude. you got on my ass for missing the timing and here you are.”

after, yunho went to restart the music, grinning. "just remember that i’m older than you, mingi. shut it!”

“it's only by a couple of months!”

the two returned to dancing, this time, starting perfectly in sync. you could feel joy radiating off of the two, and it was clear they loved every second of what they did. you clapped eagerly for them, amazed by how in command of themselves they were.

yunho turned to you after the video ended.

"look, that was only the tip of the iceberg of my embarrassing mistakes. and that wasn't even that bad so far." he laughed sheepishly before continuing.

"but at least, there isn't a person in the world who's perfect. why worry so much about that when you could enjoy yourself? it naturally makes your dancing that much better, too."

he went to grab his laptop, typed some stuff in and handed it to you. "remember our playlist? let's shuffle it and have a freestyle battle! and we could get bbq after. my treat.."

you perked up, especially at the thought of food. he was definitely trying to distract you from your endless thoughts, but you didn't mind, not today.

"you're on. rock-paper-scissors, loser goes first!"

"one, two, three, shoot!" you both yelled, and you shrugged, as you'd lost to him.

"see, rock always wins! do your worst," yunho said.

“i will.”

to your delight, the first song that came on shuffle was a childhood favorite of yours—umbrella by rihanna. it had gone on your shared playlist as soon as you rediscovered the catchy tune.

you started to dance, and although your moves were somewhat slow, they still had a fervent energy to them. everything moved of its own accord. really; the only way to describe it was that there was an amazing sensation you felt every once in a while, when the music could guide you to become a different person entirely.

that was stupidly cheesy, you knew. but it was good to feel so free. it was possible for you.

"okay, then!" yunho yelled after your two 8-counts were over, hyping you up. "that's what i'm talking about! but i'll still kick your ass."

you laughed, glad that you could tease someone, but all in good fun. "we'll see about that."

it was his turn to show off, and he didn't even need to do anything fancy. whether the audience was ten, a hundred, or there wasn't one at all, he performed. the energy he had electrified the room, every kick and flick of the hand holding meaning.

no one's perfect. give it time. you'll get there, you reminded yourself. normally, you'd try to compare yourself to dancers like yunho, the ones who seemed like they had it all. their skills wouldn't stop you from becoming the best dancer you could be, enjoying yourself along the way. there were always going to be things you wished were better, but worrying ate away at your mental health.

in the background, the music continued, its beat making you sway with ease, and suddenly, all that mattered was this moment of two imperfect dancers sharing their craft.

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the luck of the rabbit

cast: y (golden child) x gn!reader

wc: 437

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: mentions of being tired, barely proofread

notes: 새해 복 많이 받으세요! a late happy lunar new year—consider this a little gift. life's been very busy but fun lately, but i hope i find more time to write in the future, haha. the banner is mine, btw. (also, rabbit. bunny. whatever. still thought of sungyoon when i saw what year we were celebrating.)

you opened a new page in your sketchbook, and put pencil to paper for the first time in a few days. your grip was light on the pencil, as if you were letting it move of its own accord, merely following its will.

after about 15 minutes, the page was no longer blank, but filled with a large rabbit and a variety of other doodles. how freeing it was, to stay in your room, draw and forget about stress for a while.

you felt a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders and you glanced upwards with a smile. "sungyoon! when did you get back?"

"only a few minutes ago. the bakery was quite busy today, but that makes sense when it's the day before seollal."

"i'm sure you're happy that it's finally the year of the rabbit?" you joked. amongst your friends, everyone liked to joke that his features were rather bunny-like, especially when he smiled.

"of course!"

you ruffled his hair with one hand, pencil in the other. “i can't wait to celebrate with you and your family. i've missed seeing them!"

work had been busy lately, and although you enjoyed your job for the most part, you still needed to rest, but also, reflect on everything that had happened to you in the last 12 months. you were more than happy to start over and welcome the new year with open arms.

hopefully, spending time around your chosen family would raise your spirits.

sungyoon glanced at the intricate drawings in your sketchbook in awe. "wow, this is really beautiful. i remember that my cousins really loved your art—they smile so much around you."

you beamed with pride. "i'm glad. i'd be happy to draw some more for them!"

he motioned for you to sit beside him on your apartment couch, and gently laid his head on your shoulder, letting out a content sigh of relief.

"doing errands really tires you out at the end of the day," he said, and you couldn't help but giggle a little. you stroked his back fondly.

"let's just stay here a little while longer then."

he yawned and pulled you closer to him. "hey, can i take a picture of that rabbit drawing of yours later? for luck."

to that, you chuckled. "you're enough luck for the both of us, sungyoon."

the red lanterns scattered around the house, your sketchbook, the thought of delicious glass noodle stir fry, memories of the people you loved (including the one with his head now in your lap)—all of these would carry you into the year of the rabbit and hopefully beyond.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

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unsolvable mystery

— welcome. you are authorized to view the profile of haku shota.

the file is corrupted. would you still like to view anyways?

this story is part of the +world universe.

synopsis: shota had always proved to be a source of confusion for those around him, but what could anyone do about it?

genre: sci-fi, supernatural powers!au, virtual world!au 

wc: 483

a/n: i deliberately focused on how the group is struggling with their perception of him and therefore it's more from the group's perspctive.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

underneath the innocent playfulness shota (or soul, as he liked to be called) showed was an existence that was quite difficult to unravel. because of this, he was, for lack of a better words, a subject of curiosity for his fellow team members.

for one, he routinely spoke to jongseob's drones, the way one would speak to a pet they owned. (surprisingly, the drones seemed to like him a lot, if such an adjective were possible for machines like these, swarming around his head like bees to a brightly-colored flower.) he was a strange kid, usually curled up in front of a tv with snacks or busy with his rollerblades. the boy seemed to have a new interest every day.

also, his power wasn't obvious. jiung found soul one day levitating a phone for a couple seconds, which was strange because he had never seen the boy do that. ever. when did he get that ability?

the language barrier didn't help much either, but to soul's credit, his korean was really improving. still, he naturally was quiet around most of the team and it was hard to get a read on him.

presently, intak, jongseob and theo were watching soul from behind a column. he was playing with the drones, skating back and forth and watching them try to chase him.

"hey, how come soul is immune to alcor?" theo, the eldest asked. not even they, with superpowers that helped them out greatly, were completely immune to the alcor disease that had spread across korea.

no one had the answer, but intak had a question of his own. "everyone saw soul for the first time here, right?" he paused. "was there anyone who first saw him in the real world?"

jongseob suddenly remembered something, pulling out his phone. "look at this," he said, and what theo and intak saw astonished them. it was a grainy video of soul, but since the camera quality on jongseob's phone was good, it seemed unusual for any subject to appear pixelated, to the degree that they almost couldn't tell it was him. "i took this when he was sleepy last time."

“when he was sleepy?" intak said.

the boy continued in his fun with the drones, ignoring the trio that was examining him intently.

what an enigma soul is, jongseob thought. but so adorable. somehow it’s surprising that the two of us are really the same age? still, we don't know what he can do, so we have to proceed carefully.

really, it would help if the team figured out what his deal was. because unfortunately, they didn't know everything they needed to about alcor, and seob had a feeling that soul might have some of the answers they needed.

for one second, soul turned around, an innocent smile still on his face, and resumed what he was doing. it seemed that he would remain a mystery.

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take a break | masterlist

synopsis: your ankle injury is a pain in the ass, but you find an unexpected source of comfort in a developing friendship with a teammate.

cast: ni-ki (enhypen) x reader ft. gunwook (zb1), soul (p1harmony), more to come

genre: dancer!au, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, f2l

wc: tbd.

warnings: mentions of injury, cursing, dark humor (more to probably be added)

taglist: @restlessmaknae @luvistqrzzz

ch. 1

ch.2

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ride on the wind

synopsis: wherever the winds took you, at least you had wooyoung.

pairing: wooyoung (ateez) x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comfort, genshin impact!au

wc: 1k (1048)

warnings: cursing, mentions of crying, slight genshin lore spoilers

notes: if you don't understand any of the genshin terminology you can always ask me because i know i used a lot. basically, visions are how people harness the elements, mondstadt is the region the two are in (known for its value of freedom), an archon is a god, and gliding is basically like flying but for humans lol. reader has cryo vision and wooyoung has pyro although that's not so important. some of the lore might not be super accurate because i'm a fairly new player so please forgive me ahh.

also wtf busted out 1k words in less than a day with school. happy valentine's day! wanted to try something different for it, hope you enjoy and remember to reblog and like if you enjoyed!

taglist: @restlessmaknae

you look down at the view from stormbearer mountains, a light breeze caressing your skin. beside you, your friend wooyoung smiles, twirling the necklace with his pyro vision.

"come on, let's glide! it'll be fun!"

he exclaims, joining you in surveying the territory bathed in sunlight. it's beautiful, seeing the place you grew up in with the person you loved most.

although you and wooyoung were opposite in many ways, having a cryo and pyro vision respectively, with his personality generally being more energetic than yours, amongst other things, you knew that a friendship like the one you two had was something you needed to cherish. opposites really did attract.

you laugh. "ah, give me a minute, wooyoung. let me take in everything. the weather is so nice today!"

he takes a moment to roll his eyes. "well, you're only saying that because it's not really cold, snowy or raining."

even though you take this chance to elbow him, he's right. you disliked extremely cold weather.

while you were able to tolerate most types of weather, you'd prefer to not go out in unpleasant conditions, although the rain was great in helping you freeze any enemies that you chanced upon.

if it weren't for your dumbass of a best friend getting himself into trouble (and setting property on fire in the process), hell, you might not even leave the mondstadt library at all, too lost in a good book. it was wooyoung that brought out your outdoorsy and adventurous side. his presence alone could sometimes compel you to do things you usually wouldn't.

the wind begins to pick up slightly, almost urging you to ride its currents. you weren't always in the mood to glide, but today seemed like a good day for it.

"alright, i'll glide with you today," you say to wooyoung, grasping his hand with a smile. "as they say here, let—"

he finishes your sentence easily. "—the wind lead. come on!"

and with that, wooyoung lets go of your hand gently and jumps off the edge of the cliff, not wasting any time. you hesitate for a second, but swiftly run after him and do the same.

instinctually, you open your glider, and no matter how many times you think you'll fall upon jumping, you never do. the wind hasn't failed you yet.

time seems to fly by when you glide—you're not sure how long you've been up there for. you watch a dandelion seed blow by, and suddenly you feel nostalgic as it drifts away to who knows where.

here in mondstadt, you knew that freedom was of such great value here that the anemo archon, barbatos, did not directly govern the people, unlike say, in liyue.

when you had first read about the history of mondstadt in books, you found it odd, but now, you savored the freedom your archon had given you.

you and wooyoung had felt it as kids the first time he had convinced you to glide without a license (thankfully, it wasn't from such a high altitude), and although both of you are certified now and glide from much higher areas, you will always find your first gliding experience special.

speaking of the boy, he was screaming proudly, arms extended. if there was anyone who embodied this region, it was him. he was quite the free spirit—perhaps some of the only things that changed about him were that he grew a bit taller and decided to dye his hair semi-frequently.

to be honest, you wouldn't be surprised if he went on an adventure one day, never to return. he was always ready for something new, and even if you would miss him more than anything, you know his heart yearns to be free.

you yell towards him and watch as he turns mid-air to face you. "enjoying the view?"

"well, it sure is nice," he says with a smirk. "you look beautiful today."

you quickly formulate a response before he can have the satisfaction of seeing you flustered.

"thanks for the compliment, it's worth its weight in mora!"

thanks to years of practice, you can easily laugh his remarks off, although your heart of ice still flutters a little. wooyoung just happens to be very flirtatious, another habit of his you've become accustomed to. you're not sure if he sees you as more than a friend, anyways.

distracting you from your thoughts, wooyoung points to a small stone tower. "let's land over there!"

you chuckle. "right behind you!"

the two of you land gracefully onto the platform. luckily, it's larger than it appears and there's enough space for both of you. you dangle your legs over the edge and stare wistfully into the distance.

you feel him softly poke you. "hey, y/n?"

"yes?"

"i know you're the one who's supposed to be articulate and the smart one here, but i just wanted to say..."

he's hesitating. you don't usually see this side of him, but you're grateful that he trusts you enough to open up.

wooyoung continues, his voice a little more steady. "i've realized a lot of things, and one is that i never want to lose you. even if the winds carry me away to new lands and adventures, to liyue, sumeru, hell, even if they take me all the way to inazuma. i'll always find my way back here, just so we can make more memories."

"maybe you'll save my ass a couple more times, and you can criticize me all you want, because trust me. i'll still love you anyways."

he laughs and takes your hand. "y/n, i know you've realized that my heart may be like the wind, but it belongs to you. really."

there's a stupidly boyish smile on his face that you wish didn't make your heart beat so fast.

as you process the gravity of his words, you realize that you're holding back tears. what are you, the hydro archon?

you rest your head on his shoulder. "i love you too, dumbass."

he speaks to you softly. "don't cry. i'll be here, as long as you need me to be."

the two of you remain this way for a while, letting the wind's gentle touch keep you at peace for what seems to be an eternity.

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why won't the butterfly go away

— because sometimes, feelings suck.

cast: wooyoung x gn!reader

genre: hurt/angst

wc: 437

warnings: cursing, overall negativity towards romantic feelings, y/n struggles with their feelings in this one so pls don’t follow their example LOL, proofread but i am half asleep.

a/n: i'm pretty sure the metaphor is obvious. but in case it's not, it's a play on the phrase "having butterflies in your stomach," and these feelings are represented by a singular butterfly. y/n obviously isn’t fond of the butterfly. you get the point—might turn it into something larger. lwk haven't had time to write properly with school, but enjoy.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

and as always, if you want to help a girl, reblog.

you dribbled the ball back and forth, establishing a rhythm that guided your movement. a singular butterfly flew around you.

perhaps it was the red shorts that made you look like a awkwardly tall flower, one who attracted way too many insects.

the butterfly in particular showed up at inopportune times, like when you tried to interpret graphs in statistics, or when you needed to score baskets for your university team, or you just wanted to sleep.

its wings of red and gold were a rarity—quite a beauty, you'd admit that, but that was all. those same wings that glittered in the sunlight annoyingly fluttered around you, brushing your skin ever so often like an unwanted itch. you concluded that the butterfly was just a distraction in important moments, something to keep you from achieving the goals you had set for yourself.

that butterfly flew to places that you knew you couldn’t reach, and you’d be a fool to let it guide you.

stop fluttering, you’d think, hoping you could somehow will it into flying somewhere better. you weren’t so cruel as to want to squash it entirely. at least, not yet.

it felt entirely possible that you had reverted back to the habits of high school, considering how the butterfly found it amusing to fly around you and jung wooyoung, as if you ever stood a chance with him.

the reality was that your social circles didn’t intersect enough, and coupled with the fact that you were introverted as hell, you felt odd about trying to pursue anything further than acquaintanceship.

just like old times, right?

you thought you'd grown so much from then (and you had), but trying to start a relationship from a connection that only existed through having a common friend seemed less likely than your brother, jeongwoo not singing in the shower.

even statistics wanted to screw you over.

the damn butterfly continued to taunt you, knowing you'd have to settle with admiring wooyoung from afar. it was a reminder that you would never make a move towards him anyways, never shoot your shot.

you watched as the ball sank through the hoop, as it usually did. with that, the butterfly left for now. at least you could somewhat function today without being lost in your feelings. that could come later in the day, when you didn't have to concentrate on the art of "dribbling and shooting a ball", as your friends called it.

but in any case, you'd either have let the butterfly stick around or tell it to politely fuck off, and you weren’t looking forward to choosing.

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at ease

cast: yeosang (ateez) x gn!reader, mentions of san, wooyoung (ateez), gahyeon dreamcatcher

genre: fluff, slice of life with sprinkle of angst

wc: 314

warnings: brief mention of stress from exams, not proofread

a/n: enjoy the autumn vibes. managed to write something amongst the stress that is life rn. and always, if you want to help a girl beat the algorithm, reblog!

autumn in korea was a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, with golds, oranges, and reds accompanying you on afternoon walks. a chill breeze ran through the foliage, making the weather cool but not entirely uncomfortable.

in this crisp autumn air, you found yourself alone with kang yeosang, enjoying a picnic in seoul forest. the rest of your friends—wooyoung, san and gahyeon—had left to get more food. you two were in the midst of the park, which left a comfortable silence only broken by distant chatter and the calls of birds.

not that you minded, of course. with him, thankfully, silence wasn't a barrier to your bond.

the two of you stayed like this for a while. feeling relaxed, you took a pastry from the bag beside you and began to eat it, savoring the flavor.

everything about this day felt so blissful in contrast to the prior days of the week. you tapped yeosang on the shoulder, and he turned to you.

"you know, thanks for convincing me to go on this picnic with you guys. i guess i needed it."

he smiled peacefully at you. "figured you did. you may not think i notice it, but you always stress yourself out, especially during exam season."

"ah yes, exams, the fruit of my hard-earned labor," you quipped.

he laughed, and drummed his fingers lightly on the knuckles of your hands. "don't worry, you've got this. and for the record, i'm glad you're here with everyone. it's good to hang out with you. just make sure to rest, okay?”

“i will.”

he held out his pinky and grinned.

“promise?”

overwhelmed with love, you interlocked your own pinky with his.

“i promise.”

wordlessly, you brought him into a hug. his embrace was soft as the autumn wind and vibrant as the autumn foliage.

it was then, you knew, that you were safe and your heart, at ease.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

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confronting eternity

synopsis: an immortal god and a traveler sit down for a meal and a chat.

wc: 817

pairing: immortal god!yongseung (verivery) x immortal!reader

genre: historical fantasy, slight angst, comfort if you squint

warnings: existential af (but this is one of my fics, you knew that), do not take this to be 100% historically accurate, loosely based off of genshin

you gaze at the feast in front of you in awe, with plates full of food neatly arranged on your table. of course, yongseung could afford the best, even in mortal form.

from the rooftop restaurant you were currently in, you had a beautiful view of the light-filled city, bustling with activity as sunset approached.

"my, what a pleasure it is to be invited by a god for dinner. thank you, again.”

he chuckles. "believe me, the pleasure is all mine. i know you saved my nation from calamity, so it’s the least i could do. i’m glad we could finally sit down for a proper meal.”

"yongseung, there's no need to thank me, it was the right thing to do," you say with a smile, beginning to fill your plate with various foods. “it's just nice to talk like this. i know we’re always so busy, especially you. ”

he sighs, and stares briefly at the vast expanse of hills, especially vibrant during the spring.

"sometimes i wish i weren't. thousands of years of work can be quite taxing on the soul."

the waiter stops by your table with two cups of hot tea and a kettle, and you briefly stop conversation to bow politely. you take a sip, relishing its taste. even after all this time traveling, your love for any sort of tea remains constant.

"oh, you old man! when you have the chance, you should travel the world with me—there's quite a lot to see."

yongseung raises an eyebrow. "you're quite old too, remember? but maybe i will take you up on your offer one day, if i feel comfortable to leave my nation in the hands of the people."

"sightseeing would do you some good. i feel 5,000 years young after running around all sorts of worlds! only the heavens know how long it's been since i've visited another..."

you stop yourself before you go on another one of your excited (and nostalgic) rambles. yongseung's still listening to you intently, though.

he carefully takes a sip of his own tea. "and here i thought you were just an ordinary human traveler when we first met, although i was quickly proven wrong. there is nothing ordinary about what you've been able to accomplish with your powers."

you smile amusedly while trying not to take all the jjajangmyeon noodles. he's busied himself with eating the meat, namely the pork belly.

"eh, everyone thinks so unless i tell them otherwise. you still treated me well regardless. or how should i put this, normally. i'm thankful for that. and in many ways, i'm no better than a mortal until i complete my goal on this planet."

it's a little sad, really. you miss your sibling. you've never lost sight of why you started your journey across the various nations of this world in the first place.

the god stares at you, his face containing traces of melancholy. "how selfish of me to say, but i find eternity to be a little less unbearable when you're here."

ah, what a sap. you love him, though. he's not so tough when you're around.

"then, i'm glad my time on this world has not been a waste."

at the start of your journey, you had told yourself that you wouldn't make many attachments to those you met, as it would make it harder to leave.

first and foremost, you wanted your sibling by your side so that you could traverse the galaxy together again. you just happened to help people along the way—nothing too deep.

but things were a little different with yongseung. despite being one of the gods that helped oversee korea and its people, he was someone you could now call a dear friend. the thought of saying "goodbye" to him, even if it only had to be temporarily, wasn't a fun one.

you've gotten used to encountering him every so often, studying some book or on a walk to clear his mind from all of his duties.

he smiles peacefully, and you're glad to see the expression. "i'll always remind you that your time is well spent with me."

at that, you pause to take in the rustling of the wind, the beautiful colors of sunset, the design on your napkin, and the reflective glint of yongseung's cubical necklace charm.

to think, that you might never have this exact view again. it's quite a bittersweet feeling, thinking that the day would come where you would leave earth. yongseung's well aware of this too, but logically, there was no point in thinking about it so much.

it'll be a long while before that day comes, as there are still so many questions for you to answer about this world.

so, until you have to move on again, you'll both cherish the memories you've made together. and maybe, just for a while, this can be eternity for you.

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a/n: oh dear lord this is way overdue for @restlessmaknae's coexistence collab. i underestimated how tired this year would make me. i'm not that dissatisfied with the fic, but i wish my brain could come up with better sentences sometimes. i was thinking about how some people stay in one place their whole lives and how others move around so often, and how they would each perceive the other type of person. it's so different, isn't it? just food for thought. and also, my fantasy brainrot is too much.

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