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HOLY MOLY A RENJUN SOULMATES AU WOWZA!! im such a whore for a good soulmates au..sigh you’ve done it again eli 🙀💞

the threads of us

in every universe, through every lifetime, their souls are bound by an invisible thread, drawing them back together no matter the time or place.

(renjun x fem!reader ) ─── genre ⸝⸝ fluff / soulmate au ♫

word count. 7.3k ⋆.˚ library  !

— universe one .ᐟ

the city always feels a little different in the rain. the usual hustle and bustle of people rushing from place to place slows down, softened by the steady patter of raindrops against the pavement. the streets shine, reflecting the neon glow of the nearby shops. it’s one of those days when everything feels peaceful, almost dreamlike, as though the world is in a quiet lull.

y/n is huddled under her umbrella, her pace brisk as she walks down the crowded sidewalk. her mind is elsewhere, lost in thoughts of work, plans, and the weight of the week ahead. the umbrella begins to wobble in her hand, the wind picking up in sudden bursts. before she can react, a gust blows it inside out. y/n lets out a frustrated sigh, trying to flip the umbrella back to its normal shape.

“careful,” a voice says, warm and familiar, though she can’t place it.

she looks up, startled, and her breath catches in her throat. standing in front of her is a guy about her age, his features soft but striking. his dark hair is tousled from the rain, and his eyes, bright and kind, shine with an almost mischievous glint. he’s wearing a navy jacket, the hood pulled low over his head, but his smile is wide and comforting.

“let me help you with that,” he offers, reaching out and steadying the umbrella with his hand.

y/n blinks, slightly flustered. “oh, um, thank you.”

he laughs softly, a sound that seems to warm the air between them. “no problem. i’ve got a thing for broken umbrellas.”

her chest tightens, though she’s not sure why. there’s something about him, something about the way his eyes look at her, like they’ve shared a million moments even though this is the first time they’ve met. she shakes the thought away, smiling awkwardly.

“i’m renjun,” he says, his voice light and easy. he steps a little closer to her, adjusting the umbrella so it shields them both. “do you need help getting somewhere?”

for a moment, y/n feels an inexplicable sense of comfort from his presence. it’s like they’re already familiar, even though they’ve never spoken before. maybe it’s the way his smile makes her feel like everything is going to be okay, even on a rainy day.

“i… uh, i’m just heading to a café,” she says, her voice uncertain. “it’s not far.”

renjun nods and grins. “great, i know the place. i’ll walk you there.”

they walk side by side through the rain-soaked streets, the sound of their footsteps blending with the rhythm of the city. the world feels quieter with him, even though they’re surrounded by people. their conversation flows easily, casual at first—talking about the weather, their favorite spots in the city, and their mutual love for coffee. but as the conversation deepens, it’s impossible to ignore the pull between them, like there’s an invisible thread tying them together.

“are you new here?” y/n asks, glancing at him curiously.

he laughs, a soft, melodic sound that makes her smile. “kind of. i just moved back to the city a few months ago. i’ve been wandering around trying to find the best cafés. guess i found a good one today.”

y/n laughs, her gaze drifting to the café they’re approaching. “i know a great spot just down the block, if you’re ever in the mood to try somewhere new.”

he looks at her with a knowing expression. “i’ll keep that in mind.�� then, more softly, as if he’s just realized something, he adds, “you seem different.”

y/n frowns slightly, not sure how to respond. “different? how?”

“like… i don’t know,” he says with a small shrug, his tone uncertain. “like i’ve met you before.”

the words hang in the air between them, and y/n feels an odd tightening in her chest. she turns away quickly, feeling her cheeks flush. there’s no way he could have met her before, right?

“maybe you just have one of those faces,” she jokes, but even as the words leave her mouth, they don’t feel right.

renjun grins again, but his smile is softer this time, more contemplative. “yeah, maybe.”

they reach the café, and renjun holds the door open for her, stepping aside with a flourish. “after you.”

y/n steps inside, the warmth of the café enveloping her. the rain outside continues its steady rhythm, but here, in this little haven, the world seems different—softer, quieter, as if time slows just for a moment.

as they sit down at a table near the window, sipping their drinks, y/n can’t shake the feeling that something significant is happening, something she can’t quite put into words. there’s a familiarity to the way they speak, to the way they laugh, to the way he looks at her. it’s all so natural, as if they’ve known each other far longer than a few minutes.

“i’m glad i ran into you today,” she says softly, her voice almost a whisper, as though speaking too loudly might break the magic of the moment.

renjun looks at her, his gaze intense yet gentle. “me too. maybe i’ll see you again.”

the words feel like a promise, and y/n can’t help but believe them. she smiles, but it’s bittersweet, like she knows this moment won’t last forever, even though she wants it to.

when they part ways outside the café, renjun waves goodbye, his figure disappearing into the rain. y/n watches him go, feeling an overwhelming sense of loss, as if something is slipping away. she turns, heading back to her apartment, but that feeling doesn’t leave her—it follows her, lingers in her chest, gnawing at her.

— universe two .ᐟ

the kingdom of thalrith is a land of vast forests, ancient ruins, and sprawling castles. its people are proud, resilient, and deeply connected to the magic that flows through the land. but in recent years, that magic has started to fade, and the kingdom has found itself on the brink of war. y/n is a knight-in-training, one of the last few defenders of the kingdom. she’s young, determined, and always eager to prove herself, though the weight of the world seems to press against her shoulders with every passing day.

it’s late afternoon, the sky painted in soft hues of pink and orange as the sun begins to set. the forest is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves as y/n checks her gear for the journey ahead. she’s been tasked with a dangerous mission: to retrieve an ancient artifact from the ruins deep in the forest, one said to hold the power to restore the kingdom’s magic. the mission is perilous, and y/n knows she can’t afford to fail.

she adjusts the straps on her leather armor, her thoughts focused on the task ahead, when a soft melody drifts through the air, catching her attention. she freezes for a moment, wondering if the sound is just the wind. but as she listens more closely, she realizes it’s the faint strumming of a lute.

curious, she follows the sound through the trees until she finds him—a young bard, sitting on a stone outcrop with his back against a moss-covered pillar. his fingers move deftly over the strings of his lute, producing a song that feels almost… familiar. the melody tugs at something inside her, something she can’t explain.

the bard looks up as y/n approaches, his eyes sparkling with amusement. there’s something about his smile—warm, inviting, as if they’ve known each other for years. his appearance is striking, with wild, dark hair and an effortless, carefree air about him. he’s wearing simple clothing, a tunic and trousers, nothing like the heavy armor she’s wearing. but the way he holds himself is different from the others—he’s calm, confident in a way that makes her feel strangely at ease.

“ah, a knight-in-training,” he says with a playful grin. his voice is soft, almost musical, and it seems to blend with the quiet rustling of the forest. “are you lost, or are you here for a bit of entertainment?”

y/n frowns, a little startled by how comfortable he seems in this strange, dangerous place. she’s used to being on her own, to the weight of her responsibilities, but something about this moment feels… different. almost as if she’s been here before.

“i’m on a mission,” y/n replies, her voice steady, though there’s a hint of hesitation. “i need to find something in the ruins.”

the bard raises an eyebrow, his smile never fading. “a mission, you say? sounds like you could use some company.”

y/n opens her mouth to refuse, but something in his gaze stops her. there’s a pull between them, something deep and unspoken. it’s not just the song—there’s something about him that feels… destined, as if their paths were always meant to cross.

“how do you know i’m not just trying to get some peace and quiet?” she asks, unable to hide the curiosity in her voice.

“because,” he says, standing and strumming a few more chords, “i’ve heard that the true path to success always comes with a bit of… unexpected help.”

y/n watches him closely. he’s not like the others—he doesn’t look like someone trying to prove something. there’s no agenda behind his words, no pretense. just a gentle, unwavering presence.

“i’m renjun,” he adds, offering her a soft, almost knowing smile. “and i think the forest would be much more pleasant if we traveled together, don’t you?”

for a moment, y/n hesitates, unsure of whether to trust him. this is a dangerous journey, and she’s been trained to trust only herself. but something about him—his warmth, his calmness—makes her wonder if perhaps this is a sign that she doesn’t have to shoulder everything alone.

“fine,” she says, her voice quiet, as if the decision has already been made for her. “but we’ll need to move quickly.”

renjun’s smile widens. “lead the way.”

they journey deeper into the forest together, the trees growing thicker, the air growing cooler as night begins to fall. the melody from his lute continues to echo in the distance, a soothing sound that contrasts with the ominous feeling in the air. despite the tension of the mission, y/n finds herself growing more and more comfortable with his presence. it’s easy to talk to him, to laugh at his jokes, to share stories of their respective lives. with him, the world feels just a little less heavy.

as they reach the ruins, a sense of foreboding settles over them. the structure is ancient, crumbling, with vines creeping over the stone like a living thing. the air around the ruins is thick with magic—wild, untamed magic that seems to pulse with life. y/n steps forward cautiously, feeling the weight of the artifact’s power drawing her in.

but before she can take another step, renjun’s voice calls out to her. “you know,” he says softly, “you don’t have to do this alone. not everything has to be a fight.”

y/n pauses, turning to look at him. his gaze is soft, filled with understanding, and for the first time in a long while, y/n feels a sense of peace. the mission still feels important—critical, even—but somehow, with him by her side, it doesn’t feel so daunting.

she takes a deep breath and smiles. “maybe you’re right.”

together, they step into the ruins, the weight of the world forgotten for just a moment. the connection between them is undeniable, like the magic of the land itself is guiding them forward. and though they’ve only just met, y/n can’t shake the feeling that they’ve been here before—together, in this same place, at this same time.

the mission may be dangerous, but for the first time, y/n doesn’t feel alone. and that, she realizes, is the greatest gift of all.

— universe three .ᐟ

the school bell rings, signaling the end of another long day, and y/n can feel the weight of the day pressing against her shoulders. she quickly gathers her things, slipping her books into her bag with a practiced hand. high school has been a whirlwind—studying, grades, the constant pressure to fit in—and as much as she’s tried to get used to it, she feels like an outsider more often than not.

she’s been a part of the drama club for a while now, but something’s always felt missing. the people, the performances, the pressure—it’s all so… fleeting. even though she loves acting, something inside her always feels like she’s pretending to be someone she’s not.

as y/n walks toward the drama club room, she hears the familiar sound of laughter and chatter spilling from the doorway. the club is getting ready for the next big performance, and the tension in the air is palpable. she’s almost there when someone stops her.

“hey!” a voice calls out.

y/n turns to see a familiar face: renjun, one of the stars of the drama club. he’s standing by the lockers, his usual bright smile lighting up his features. he’s always been charming, effortlessly so, with his easy-going nature and the way people gravitate toward him. he’s popular in a way y/n has never quite been—friendly, approachable, and always in the center of everything.

“hey,” she replies, her voice a little quieter than usual. “what’s up?”

renjun’s smile widens, and he takes a step toward her. “i was just about to head into the club room. you coming in, or are you going to hide behind your books again?”

y/n rolls her eyes playfully, but her stomach flips at the mention of the club. she’s not as involved as she could be—she likes being backstage, observing, but the idea of being in the spotlight has always made her uncomfortable. renjun, on the other hand, thrives in it, and she’s always admired that about him.

“i don’t know,” y/n says, glancing at the club room door. “i’ve just been… busy. a lot of things going on.”

renjun raises an eyebrow, sensing the hesitation in her voice. “you’re not getting cold feet, are you? you’ve been in drama club longer than most people. we’re all waiting on you to take a bigger role.”

y/n feels her cheeks heat up, though she can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or something else. renjun’s words have a way of getting under her skin, making her both nervous and excited at the same time.

“yeah, well, i’m not sure if the spotlight’s for me,” she admits, her gaze drifting down to her shoes.

renjun’s expression softens, and he steps a little closer, his voice quieter this time. “you don’t always have to be the center of attention to make a difference. you know that, right?”

y/n meets his gaze, startled by the sincerity in his eyes. there’s something about his presence that makes her feel seen, in a way that she doesn’t often experience. it’s like he’s always paying attention, always noticing the little things about people—things that others might overlook.

he shrugs, as if to ease the tension between them. “but, if you ever do want to take the stage, i’ll be right there to support you.”

there’s something comforting about his words, a sense of safety and reassurance that y/n hadn’t expected. it’s easy to get lost in the noise of high school, to feel like she’s blending into the background. but with renjun, there’s a strange pull—a feeling that she’s meant to be seen, to be understood, just as she is.

y/n hesitates for a moment longer before offering a small smile. “maybe i’ll give it a shot.”

renjun grins, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “that’s the spirit!”

they walk into the drama club room together, the chatter of the other members fading into the background as y/n feels the weight of the moment settle into her chest. renjun guides her to the center of the room, where the group is gathered around, discussing lines and stage direction. his presence beside her makes her feel grounded, as if she’s not facing this world alone, no matter how intimidating it seems.

as they rehearse for the upcoming play, y/n starts to realize something she hadn’t quite put into words before: she’s not just here for the performance. she’s here because of him—because renjun makes everything feel more real, more meaningful. every time he smiles at her, every time he says something that makes her feel like she matters, she can’t help but feel a deeper connection to him.

they spend the rest of the afternoon rehearsing, and renjun doesn’t let her hide in the background. he gently encourages her, nudges her when she hesitates, and always makes sure she’s part of the action. by the end of the rehearsal, y/n feels a sense of accomplishment she wasn’t expecting. it’s not just the lines she’s learned or the character she’s brought to life—it’s the bond she’s beginning to form with him, a bond that feels like something she can’t ignore.

later that evening, as y/n is packing up to leave, she finds renjun waiting by the door, leaning casually against the frame with a playful smile.

“you did great today,” he says, his tone easy and warm. “see? i told you that you had it in you.”

y/n blushes, her heart fluttering at the compliment. “thanks. i didn’t expect to have so much fun.”

he gives her a soft, knowing smile. “you never know until you try. and next time, we’re going to make sure you have even more fun.”

as she heads out of the club room, she feels a little lighter than she did when she first arrived, as if the world isn’t quite as heavy as she thought it was. the connection between her and renjun has started to deepen, and though it’s still new, she can’t shake the feeling that this—this chemistry—is something real.

for the first time in a long while, y/n feels like she might just belong.

— universe four .ᐟ

y/n is sitting in a quiet café, sipping her coffee, as she scrolls through her phone. it’s a regular sunday afternoon, the perfect time to unwind and relax. the café is warm, cozy, and bustling with the hum of quiet conversations and clinking mugs. she loves the atmosphere here—everything about it feels like an escape from the chaos of life. the soft jazz music playing in the background, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and the soft murmur of patrons all add to the sense of calm that fills the space.

today, however, she’s feeling a little more restless than usual. she’s been putting in long hours at work, and her mind feels foggy, overwhelmed by the constant pressure. there’s a part of her that just wants to forget about it all, but the weight of her responsibilities keeps pulling her back. she exhales slowly, rubbing her temples in an attempt to ease the tension.

she’s lost in thought when the sound of a chair scraping across the floor interrupts her. looking up, y/n is startled to see a man standing in front of her, his hand resting on the back of the empty chair next to hers.

“i’m sorry, is this seat taken?” he asks, his voice smooth, calm, and surprisingly familiar.

y/n blinks a few times, unsure of why his face seems so familiar. he’s tall, with dark hair and bright eyes that seem to sparkle with mischief. his smile is easy, almost contagious, and it sends an unexpected rush of warmth through her. but there’s something else about him—something that feels like a pull, as if she’s been waiting for this moment, even if she didn’t realize it.

“no, it’s free,” y/n replies, offering a polite smile and gesturing to the chair. “i’m just here for some peace and quiet.”

the man sits down with a soft chuckle, clearly at ease in the quiet atmosphere. “i can relate. sometimes, all you need is a little break from the world, right?”

y/n nods, relieved that he’s not trying to start a lengthy conversation. she’s not in the mood for small talk, but there’s something about his presence that doesn’t feel intrusive—more like a gentle comfort.

“i get it,” y/n replies. “it’s hard to find time for yourself these days.”

the man glances at her over the rim of his coffee cup, and for a moment, their eyes meet. there’s a spark there, an unspoken understanding that neither of them says out loud. it’s like they’re both on the same wavelength, even though they don’t know each other.

“i’m renjun,” he says, breaking the silence, his voice casual yet sincere.

y/n smiles, a little shy. “i’m y/n.”

“nice to meet you, y/n.” he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “you come here often?”

y/n nods. “yeah, i do. it’s one of my favorite spots. quiet. comfortable.”

renjun grins, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “well, if you come here often, i guess i’ll be seeing you around. i come here a lot too. it’s kind of my escape from... everything else.”

there’s a playful energy in his voice, but it doesn’t come off as forced. in fact, it feels genuine, like he’s not trying to impress her—just trying to make her feel comfortable in this little moment.

“i’m sure i’ll be back,” y/n says, taking another sip of her coffee. she can feel the tension in her shoulders ease just a little. the conversation is simple, yet something about it feels right. like she’s found a moment of peace in the chaos of life.

for the next few minutes, the conversation drifts between light topics—how they both enjoy coffee, their favorite places to relax, the latest books they’ve read. there’s no pressure, no heavy topics weighing them down. but as the conversation continues, y/n starts to notice something—there’s an undeniable pull between them. it’s not just the fact that they’re having a pleasant conversation; it’s the way they connect, how their words flow effortlessly, as if they’ve known each other for years.

renjun seems to notice it too. he leans in a little, his eyes twinkling. “you know, i don’t usually talk to strangers like this,” he says, his tone teasing but also genuine. “but something about you makes it easy.”

y/n feels her heart skip a beat, and for a moment, she’s unsure of how to respond. it’s not often that someone makes her feel so at ease, especially with how closed off she’s been recently. but with him, it feels like the world outside the café doesn’t matter. it’s just the two of them, sharing this quiet moment.

“i feel the same,” she admits, her voice soft but steady. “i don’t usually talk to people like this either.”

renjun’s smile softens, and there’s a quiet understanding between them. it’s as if they’ve both found something in each other, something unspoken but deeply felt. a connection that goes beyond just this moment, beyond the words they’ve exchanged.

as the conversation continues, y/n realizes that, for the first time in a long while, she doesn’t feel like she’s carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. with renjun, it’s like she can just be herself, without any expectations or pressures. it’s simple, comfortable, and more than she ever imagined she’d find in a chance encounter at a café.

when it’s time for y/n to leave, she feels a sense of reluctance. the connection between them is still new, but it’s already starting to feel like something real.

“thanks for the company,” she says as she stands up, her hand resting on the back of her chair.

renjun stands up too, his smile warm and sincere. “it was really nice meeting you, y/n. i’m sure we’ll run into each other again.”

“i’m sure of it,” y/n replies, her heart fluttering in a way she doesn’t quite understand.

as she walks out of the café, she can’t shake the feeling that something has shifted. maybe it’s just the coffee, or maybe it’s just the conversation—but somehow, she feels lighter, more hopeful. like this was the beginning of something worth waiting for.

— universe five .ᐟ

y/n has always loved art galleries—the quiet hum of whispered conversations, the scent of oil paints lingering in the air, and the way time slows down when she stands in front of a beautiful painting. tonight, the gallery is hosting a special event, showcasing the works of an up-and-coming artist. she isn't sure why she decided to come alone, but something about the invitation had pulled at her.

the moment she steps inside, she’s enveloped by the soft glow of warm lights illuminating the paintings. people move around her, murmuring about brushstrokes and color palettes, but her focus shifts as she catches sight of a single painting across the room.

it’s a portrait—of a girl standing under a cherry blossom tree, her eyes gazing into the distance. there’s something hauntingly familiar about it, as if she’s seen this moment before. the way the girl’s hair flows in the wind, the tilt of her chin—it feels like looking into a mirror of a memory she doesn’t fully recall.

“that one’s my favorite,” a voice says beside her.

y/n turns her head and meets the eyes of a young man with paint-stained fingers and a quiet, knowing smile. his gaze flickers between her and the painting, something unreadable in his expression. he’s handsome—effortlessly so—but what catches her off guard is the strange sense of familiarity settling in her chest.

“did you paint this?” she asks, her voice quieter than she intended.

he nods. “yeah. it’s part of my collection.” his lips curve into a small smile. “i call it familiar strangers.”

something inside her stirs. “why?”

he hesitates, studying her face carefully before speaking. “i don’t know. it’s like i’ve been trying to paint someone i’ve never met before, but i know her. like i’ve seen her in my dreams, in the faces of passing strangers.” he lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?”

y/n’s heart pounds in her chest. “no,” she whispers, her gaze returning to the painting.

for some reason, she can’t look away. the longer she stares, the more a strange sense of déjà vu washes over her. as if she has been in this exact moment before, in another time, another life. the brushstrokes, the colors, the way the girl in the painting seems to be waiting for something—it all feels like a message from the past.

or maybe from him.

“i’m renjun,” he says, his voice breaking through the spellbinding moment.

y/n turns back to him. “y/n.”

his eyes light up, as if the name fits perfectly into a missing space he’s been trying to fill. he nods, like it makes sense. like everything makes sense.

for a moment, neither of them speak. they simply stand there, in the middle of a crowded gallery, staring at a painting that seems to hold all the words they don’t know how to say.

and somewhere deep inside, where logic and reason don’t quite reach, y/n knows—this isn’t the first time they’ve met.

— universe six .ᐟ

soft notes drift through the air, weaving an invisible thread of emotion through the dimly lit concert hall. y/n sits in the audience, her fingers gripping the edges of her coat as she listens to the music that fills the space. the grand piano at the center of the stage gleams under the spotlight, and at the keys sits a young man, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the ivory, painting a story without words.

there is something achingly familiar about the melody.

it isn’t just beautiful—it feels like a memory she can’t quite grasp, like the ghost of a song she’s heard in a dream. the music swells, then softens, and a shiver runs down her spine. it tugs at something deep inside her, something unnamed, something known.

she watches the pianist’s expression as he plays. his dark eyes are closed, his lips pressed together in quiet concentration. he looks completely lost in the music, as if he’s searching for something in the melody, trying to reach out through the notes.

as the final chord lingers in the air, the audience erupts in applause. y/n claps along, but her heart is racing, her mind spinning. she has to know.

after the performance, the hall buzzes with murmured conversations as guests slowly make their way out. y/n hesitates before slipping backstage, following the faint sound of a piano being played once more—softer this time, more hesitant.

she steps into the practice room and finds him there, seated at the piano, absently pressing down on a few keys. up close, he looks even more familiar.

“you played beautifully,” she says before she can stop herself.

he looks up, startled. then he smiles—soft, almost hesitant. “thank you.”

for a moment, there’s silence. then, he tilts his head slightly. “do i know you?”

y/n’s breath catches in her throat.

because that’s exactly what she was about to ask him.

she swallows, shaking her head lightly, but she knows the truth in her bones.

“no,” she says softly. “but it feels like we’ve met before.”

the pianist watches her for a moment, his fingers idly pressing down on the keys. the melody he plays is the same one from the concert—but slower, gentler. like an echo of something lost and found again.

he exhales a quiet chuckle. “strange.”

she takes a step closer, drawn in by the invisible thread between them. “why?”

his fingers pause on the piano. “because this song… i don’t know why, but every time i play it, i feel like i’m looking for someone.” his gaze meets hers, and it’s filled with something she doesn’t quite understand—but she feels it. deeply.

he lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. “maybe i’ve been playing it for you all along.”

y/n’s heart stutters in her chest.

because suddenly, the melody doesn’t just sound familiar anymore.

it feels like home.

— universe seven .ᐟ

the observatory is quiet at this hour, save for the occasional beeping of computers and the soft rustle of paper as y/n flips through her notes. above her, the massive glass dome stretches toward the sky, revealing a universe full of stars.

she’s always loved the night sky—its vastness, its mystery, the way it makes her feel both small and infinite at the same time. but tonight, there’s something different in the air. a strange anticipation hums in her veins, though she can’t quite explain why.

“still here?” a familiar voice says from the doorway.

y/n turns, already knowing who it is.

zhong renjun leans against the doorframe, hands tucked into the pockets of his lab coat, a smirk playing at his lips. he looks effortlessly at ease, like he belongs here among the stars. like he was meant to stand beside her in this moment.

“you’re still here too,” she points out, raising a brow.

he chuckles, stepping inside. “couldn’t sleep.”

y/n smiles knowingly. “thinking about the theory again?”

renjun hums, crossing the room to stand beside her. his gaze flickers to the telescope, then to the endless sky beyond the glass dome. “yeah. you ever wonder if the stars remember us?”

she blinks at him. “what do you mean?”

he shrugs, turning his head slightly to meet her gaze. “like… what if we’ve been here before? you and me. what if, in another life, we stood under these same stars, asking the same questions?”

a shiver runs down her spine. because that thought—it doesn’t feel impossible.

it feels true.

she doesn’t know why, but when she looks at renjun, it’s like she’s known him forever. like the universe has been pulling them toward each other across lifetimes, across galaxies.

“that’s a pretty wild theory,” she murmurs, but her heart is racing.

renjun grins. “and yet, you’re not disagreeing.”

she exhales a soft laugh, shaking her head. “maybe because it doesn’t feel so crazy.”

for a moment, silence stretches between them, filled only by the sound of the stars breathing beyond the glass. then, renjun lifts his hand, pointing toward a bright star near the horizon.

“that one,” he says. “bet we made a wish on it before.”

y/n follows his gaze, staring at the distant light. and suddenly, she can almost remember—a night just like this one, a voice whispering the same words, the same warmth standing beside her.

she swallows. “what do you think we wished for?”

renjun turns to her, eyes glinting like stardust. “to find each other again.”

y/n’s breath catches.

because somehow, she already knows—

the wish came true.

— universe eight .ᐟ

the city is alive with the scent of rain, the pavement glistening under the golden glow of streetlights. y/n tugs her coat tighter around her shoulders as she rushes down the sidewalk, dodging puddles and people with umbrellas. she hadn’t meant to stay out so late, but something had kept her lingering—maybe the way the air smelled fresh after a storm, or the way the neon lights reflected off wet streets like scattered dreams.

and then—

she sees him.

standing at the edge of the sidewalk, just beneath a flickering streetlamp, renjun is drenched. his hoodie clings to him, raindrops trailing down his face, but he doesn’t seem to care. his hands are stuffed into his pockets, and he looks lost in thought—until his gaze lifts and meets hers.

time slows.

it’s ridiculous. she doesn’t know him. and yet, everything inside her screams that she does.

for a moment, neither of them move. the rain falls between them, a curtain of silver threads weaving them together. y/n’s breath is unsteady as she steps forward, drawn by something she doesn’t understand.

he watches her, eyes searching, like he’s trying to place a memory just out of reach. then, a soft laugh escapes his lips, barely audible over the rain.

“funny,” he murmurs.

y/n tilts her head. “what is?”

renjun’s smile lingers, wistful. “i feel like i’ve been looking for you.”

her heart stutters.

and maybe she’s crazy, maybe this is reckless, but she smiles back and says—

“i think you found me.”

and in the pouring rain, in the glow of the city’s heartbeat, something clicks into place.

like they’ve been here before.

like they’ll be here again.

— universe nine .ᐟ

y/n always loved quiet places. the kind where the world seemed to fall away, and all that remained was the peaceful hum of solitude. it was why she often visited the library late at night—when the fluorescent lights were dimmed and the shelves stood like ancient sentinels, guarding knowledge and secrets in their worn bindings.

she was walking down one of the quieter aisles, her fingers trailing along the spines of books she had no intention of reading, when she noticed him.

renjun was sitting at a table in the corner, the soft glow of his lamp casting a warm halo around him. he wasn’t reading, though. he was sketching.

y/n had never been the type to be drawn to artistic expression, but there was something captivating about the way his pencil danced across the paper. his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips slightly parted as if he was lost in a world of his own. it was like the world around him had fallen away, leaving only the soft scratch of lead on paper and the flow of his thoughts.

she didn’t mean to stare, but something about him felt so familiar—like she had been here before, in this exact moment, watching him create.

when he finally noticed her, a flash of surprise flickered in his eyes before it melted into something softer. a quiet smile spread across his face, and he gestured to the chair across from him.

“do you mind if i ask you something?” his voice was low, gentle, almost as if he wasn’t sure she’d answer.

y/n hesitated before nodding. she was curious now, drawn to the quiet intensity in his eyes.

“do you believe in connections?” he asked, his gaze never leaving hers. “in meeting someone, and just knowing them without words? like you’ve met before, but in a different time, a different place?”

the question struck her like a chord played just right. she felt the familiar pull in her chest, the same pull that had led her to him in every universe.

“i think i do,” she said softly.

renjun’s eyes softened, a warmth spreading across his face. “i knew it.”

for a moment, there was only silence between them. the kind of silence that was comfortable, like two souls understanding each other without needing to say anything more.

he reached for his sketchbook, and y/n couldn’t help but lean in a little closer. she saw what he had drawn: a simple line sketch of two figures under a streetlamp, their faces obscured but their connection clear. the lines were delicate but full of emotion, as if he had captured something unspoken.

“you’re in my drawings,” he murmured, almost to himself. “you’ve always been.”

y/n’s heart skipped.

“i think… i think you’ve been in my life too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

— universe ten .ᐟ

the scent of old books and coffee fills the air as y/n steps into the small, tucked-away bookshop. it’s the kind of place that feels like a secret, a little sanctuary for those who still loved the weight of a physical book in their hands. she always finds peace here, wandering the aisles, losing herself in stories both old and new.

today, though, there’s a difference in the air—a small, quiet hum, like the world is holding its breath.

as she turns a corner, she collides with someone.

“ah—sorry!” she says quickly, looking up at the person she’s bumped into.

it’s him.

renjun stands in front of her, a stack of books in his hands, his hair messy and his eyes wide with surprise. for a second, neither of them says anything. his gaze locks with hers, and y/n feels that same, unmistakable recognition.

“are you alright?” renjun asks softly, his voice filled with that quiet curiosity that always seems to pull her in.

y/n nods, a smile tugging at her lips. “i’m fine. i didn’t mean to—”

“no, i’m sorry,” he interrupts with a soft chuckle. “i wasn’t looking where i was going.”

he carefully sets the books down on a nearby shelf, then turns back to her. “i’m renjun,” he says, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

“i’m y/n,” she replies.

“i know,” he says, his smile widening with a knowing look. “i think i’ve known you for a while now.”

y/n blinks, confused for a moment. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” he says, stepping closer, “i think we’ve met before. somewhere. maybe not here. but somewhere. maybe in the stories we both read. maybe in another time.”

her heart skips a beat. the way he says it—like it’s not just a passing thought, but something he’s carried with him, something he feels deeply—strikes her to the core.

“you’re right,” she whispers, barely above a breath. “it feels like we’ve been here before.”

renjun doesn’t say anything, but his gaze softens, and he steps closer again, closing the distance between them. he picks up one of the books from the shelf and hands it to her.

“it’s funny,” he says, his voice quiet but warm. “this book—i feel like i’ve read it with you. in another life. but you don’t remember, do you?”

y/n looks down at the cover. it’s a story she’s read before, and yet, it feels different in her hands now.

“i don’t,” she says softly, “but i think i want to read it with you.”

renjun’s smile deepens, and for the first time, she feels like she isn’t just part of this world—she’s part of something bigger, something that spans across time, across universes. and this time, maybe, she’ll remember.

their fingers brush as they hold the book together. and somehow, y/n knows—this is only the beginning of a story they’re meant to write together.

— universe eleven .ᐟ

the sky is painted with shades of gold and pink as the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the quiet park. y/n stands at the edge of the lake, her breath visible in the cool evening air. it’s one of those rare moments where everything seems to still, where the world is holding its breath in anticipation, and she feels… connected.

but to what?

to the land? to the water? to the stars above her?

to him.

she turns, the faintest smile tugging at her lips, as if the pull she’s always felt—an invisible thread that’s led her here—is finally tangible. there, standing beneath an ancient oak tree, is renjun.

it’s always been him.

no matter the time, the place, the universe—they have always found each other. but tonight, something about it feels different. deeper. more profound.

he steps toward her, his presence quiet and grounding, his gaze full of something she can’t quite name, but understands in every part of her being.

“i used to wonder if it was real,” he says softly, his voice a low melody that wraps around her heart. “this feeling. the one that says we’ve been here before. that somehow, no matter what life we live, we always find each other.”

y/n doesn’t answer. she doesn’t need to. the words have already been spoken between them a thousand times, in a thousand different ways. she feels the truth of it, pulsing between them, filling the space like a quiet symphony.

renjun reaches out, his hand gently brushing hers, and the moment their skin touches, the world around them seems to fade. the sound of the birds, the rustle of the leaves, the gentle lapping of the water—all of it is drowned out by the steady rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.

“i know you,” he whispers, as if the confession is both new and ancient. “in every universe, in every life. i’ve known you before the moment we met. and i will know you again.”

y/n’s breath hitches, her chest tightening with an emotion that feels too big to name. “you’re right,” she says, her voice breaking slightly. “i’ve always known you. i think i’ve always loved you, even when i didn’t remember. even when i couldn’t see it.”

for a moment, they simply stand there, hands tangled together, hearts intertwined in a way that feels timeless. the air between them is thick with something deeper than just love—it's like the very fabric of the universe itself has woven their souls together, stitching them through every existence, every reality.

“you don’t have to remember everything,” renjun murmurs, his forehead gently resting against hers. “you just have to remember this moment. right here. right now. that’s enough.”

her eyes close as she inhales deeply, the warmth of his presence filling her to the brim, the knowledge of his love surrounding her like a blanket. the world outside may shift and change, but this—this connection, this thread that binds them—remains unbroken, eternal.

“i will,” she whispers back. “i will remember. and i will keep finding you, no matter where we are.”

the wind stirs the leaves above them, and in the distance, a single star twinkles into existence, shining brightly in the twilight sky.

in this moment, there is no past, no future—only the now, and the feeling that everything is exactly as it should be.

because they’ve always been here, together. and they always will be.

the endless thread that ties them is never truly broken—it is woven through time and space, an unspoken promise, a love that never fades.

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we can't be friends (wait for your love)

non-idol!nicholas x fem!reader (highschool au, childhood friends to lover, angst, miscommunication)

it's hard to lose a friend.

you and nicholas had been best friends since the fifth grade. every core memory you had, he shared. you two were “joined at the hip” you could say.

love.

it didn’t click at first. how could one learn the difference between platonic and romantic love, when they had no experience with it? well, it started small.

you were confused when your first homecoming dance came up, and suddenly your other half was everywhere but next to you.

you went to the dance without a date, instead with a couple of friends. but you felt it, the missing presence at your side. you watched from across the room as he danced with her. you didn’t know her name nor did you want to learn it.

you left early. after all, nothing kept you there, sitting with this unnamed weight on your chest.

you would still see each other in biology class at the end of the day, though the conversations were kept to a minimum. whether you were too busy working, he was asleep, or you two were off talking to other people, the distance was growing.

every time you watched him talk to someone new, it stung. just seeing how he could put in the effort to keep a conversation with everyone, except you.

you started picking up on more details. the way you would eye contact in the cafeteria, only for him to quickly divert his eyes and ignore you. how he would turn the other direction in the hallway after spotting you, though you knew he had his class right next door. it made no sense.

why was this the only thing you could think about? what had you done to him to make him hate you so much?

you consulted your deepest confidant, the internet. every website told you the same thing. MOVE ON. IGNORE HIM.

so that’s what you did, there was nothing left to hold onto, anyway.

———

high school went by in a blur. and you moved on! you met different people, dated different guys. but nothing stuck. you could feel the missing piece in your heart. you missed him, your best friend, your first love.

you went to senior prom, dancing your heart out to the one direction blasting from the speakers. caught up in the music, you don’t notice someone behind you, until you knock him over.

you profusely apologize until you meet his gaze. its him. nicholas. you avert your gaze and get up to head back to your friends when he grabs your wrist with a simple plea “please.”

you stop in your tracks, finally taking in the eyes you tried to erase from your memory. thse same eyes that were now red, puffy, and tear-stained. but for once, they were looking at you. not away, not down, not up, just looking at you.

“what do you want nicholas?” you ask, exasperated, refusing to make eye contact with him.

he takes a shaky breath, before speaking

“why do you always turn away from me like i disgraced your family? what did i do to deserve that?”

you scoff in disbelief. now he cares? now he wants to talk?

“i’m just acting the same way you have been for, i don’t, 2 years now?” you bite back.

he stares back at you with a puzzled look.

“what?”

now your patience was running thin, was he always this DUMB? you can feel your friend’s eyes watching your interaction with nicholas go down, and all you want to do is end this conversation.

“ARE YOU DENSE?? everytime i would go to talk to you or look at you, you eyes focus on anything but me. you refuse to talk to me, barely forming sentences. am i that repulsive? that you can’t stand looking at me? that you can’t even form the words in your mouth??”

realization hits him. he fucked up. big time.

“oh my god.”

“nicholas, i’m done, i’m leaving. my friends are waiting for me, just like, i assume, yours are too.”

your words snap him back to the situation in front of him.

“wait, please don’t go. you’ve got this all confused.”

“i don’t know nicho, it’s pretty fuckin clear how you act around me.”

he facepalms.

“yes i do those things. but its not because you disgust me or you’re repulsive!!” he says, panicked.

“oh really, what is it then?” you say, dripping in sarcasm and cynicism.

he takes a breath, before gathering the words to speak.

two minutes pass by in silence, as he tries to form the words in his mouth but they refuse to come out.

“see! you’re doing it again! i can’t keep doing this, nicho.”

you turn around and begin to walk away.

shit, he thinks. i’m losing my chance.

as you’re halfway back to your friends, he shouts

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU YN LN!”

you almost snap your neck from the speed at which you turn your head.

your jaw drops to floor as you stare back at the boy who just confessed to you. in front of the whole school, mind you.

“WHAT?!” you squeak back to him.

he runs up beside you, looking shy.

“please don’t make me repeat it yn, i beg.”

you look back at him.

“why didn’t you tell me?!”

“i’ve always been a coward yn, you were always the brave one.”

memories pass through both your heads.

you remember riding rollercoasters with nicholas passed out, clinging to you. you cheering nicholas on as he rides his bike for the first time. nicholas asking for your advice to ask out a girl in middle school.

nicholas is reminded of the time he’d grip your arm while riding a rollercoaster, the fear inside him as he pedaled his bike being replaced by your cheers in the background, the time he tried asking you out but pretended it was for another girl.

you both look at each other. it clicks.

“i guess that’s true. but i was tired of chasing, nicho.”

“and you shouldn’t have had to! i’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

you stare and then just bust out laughing.

he looks back, confused.

"what's funny? if you're going to reject me please get it over with."

you smack his shoulder.

"you idiot! i've been in love with you since freshman year."

now it was his turn to be shocked.

"WHAT?!" he squeaks out.

"god we're both so stupid." you laugh again.

he joins in laughing with you, albeit hesistant.

in the background, slow dancing in the dark by joji starts playing.

you both look at eachother,

"yn ln, will you give me this dance."

"yes i will, nicholas wang."

you both head over to the dance floor where your friends are awaiting you.

you take his hand in yours and dance.

afterwards, he goes to talk to his friends, as yours come over and begin their interrogation.

"sooooo, he finally confessed."

you blush and nod.

"yeah. wait, what do you mean finally?"

"girl, he's liked you since i've known you"

"well that's makes two of us."

you feel his eyes on you from across the room. you turn to meet him, smiles lighting up both of your faces.

i guess we were never meant to be friends.

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CRUSH DIARIES. lee jeno

pairing. idol!jeno x youtuber!reader

genre. social media au, idol au, friends to strangers to lovers, romance, humor

warnings. swearing, alcohol mention and usage, sexual jokes, kys jokes, etc..

synopsis. you were a growing youtuber that posts interesting content about your life. you remember a trend that was blowing up a few years back, but you had always been too nervous to do it. it was the viral “sending a quiz to every boy i’ve had a crush on.” you honestly weren’t expecting to hear back from anyone, but you thought it was worth a shot. what happens when you actually do hear back from all of your crushes? what happens when fans try and figure out who all the anonymous crushes are? but most importantly, what happens when one of your crushes, who is now a famous kpop idol, reaches out to you after so many years?

notes. welcome to another stuckonmark smau! this has been in the works for awhile and is of course inspired by the old youtube trend “sending a quiz to every boy i’ve had a crush on” and the infamous “to all the boys i’ve loved before.” i am so excited and hope you all enjoy! replies, likes, reblogs are greatly appreciated! i’d love to hear back from y’all in my asks!

taglist. open!

status. coming soon !

no boys allowed!!! (except mark) — the dream team — the crushes

01. just do it

02. should we go to sm and riot

03. my legs appear to be spread OPEN

04. speculation and what not

more tba..

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finally planned out “we found love in aisle 4”

- 15 chapters total plus 1 epilogues chapter

- updates every monday!

- some will be half written!

can’t wait to keep updating :D

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FINALLY UPDATED

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an asakura jo smau

non idol!jo x fem!reader

feat: &team ot9

summary: yn has always dreamed of love like the movies, but don't tell anyone that. there's one slight problem in the equation, however. she's just a tad bitchy closed off. few have managed to break down the walls of yn wang, with 3 being her coworkers and 1 being her literal brother. when nicholas sets her up on a blind date with one of his mutual friends, everything goes wrong. but to everyone's surpirse, jo doesnt give up. determined to break down yn's defenses, he starts coming up with excuses to see yn at work and uni.

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about: swearing, yearning (jo), yn's lowk an asshole (SHE HAS HER REASONS), kys jokes, nichojoo are boyfriends, nicho is yn's older brother, most of the plot takes place in an amc theater, set in the us (i dont think they even have amc abroad)

updates every monday

comment to be added to the taglist!

profiles

1. yn’s multiverse

2. luné cafe’s finest

chapters

1. tba

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now playing : yn’s multiverse

yn wang. annoying and obnoxious little sister to up and coming tiktok star nicho wang. no one knows she exists. lowkey a bitch. is, shockingly, an education major. only friends are her coworkers. her best friend is euijoo but shhh don’t tell her that. hides her true feelings behind humor and deflection

nicho wang. the rising tiktok star himself. in his junior year of college. dance major. assistant manager at the local amc. old brother to yn. social butterfly.

euijoo byun. loser nerd boyfriend. math 🤢 major. also an assistant manager at the amc like his boyfie. the only one to be on yn’s good side but he pretends to have beef with her. basically her brother in law.

kei. head manager of the amc. graduated from uni, couldn’t get a job, started working at the theater. like an older brother (unc) to yn, thought she’d never say it. all around friendly guy who is entangled with the pokemon obsessed barista across the street?

taki. senior in hs. gay for the class president harua. oh yeah, harua has a “boyfriend” btw. cleans theaters while yn works the counter. closest thing to a normal friend for yn. basically kei’s son.

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who wants a double smau update today!!

finally thinking of posting &team smau

vote yes or no in the comments 😍😍🙏

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THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN JUST MWAH

synopsis love comes in many forms, each as beautiful as the seasons themselves. sion, riku and yushi each came into your life at just the right moment, filling it with joy, laughter, and passion. but as all seasons do, they eventually fade away, leaving behind only memories of love's fleeting warmth.

genre hurt comfort word count 740

notes another draft thats been sitting in the basement for months haaaa i🩶onriyu reblog if u love onriyu 2!!!!!! i hope u enjoy reading and as always, (positive) reviews and comments are welcomed! :D

WINTER

just like the shifting seasons, love takes on different forms, each carrying its own beauty and impermanence. as snow drifts past the windowpane, you find yourself reminiscing over three seasons of love, each distinct yet equally unforgettable.

SPRING

spring arrived with the scent of rain-soaked pavements and the buzz of new beginnings. you met riku at a small town cafe, the air thick with freshly brewed coffee and the soft chatter of customers. he was a quiet man with a steady presence, similar to the way petals clung onto branches before silently being carried away by the wind.

your love bloomed quickly, delicate and fleeting, much like the cherry blossoms that lined the streets. with riku, love was defined as gentle touches over warm mugs, shared glances that spoke more than words, and laughter that was carried by the spring breeze.

but riku was a dreamer, and his dreams were far too big for the place you call home.

when the opportunity arose for him to pursue volleyball professionally, he had already made his mind long before he needed to speak the words out loud. standing at the train station, with the scent of blossoms lingering in the air, you forced yourself to smile as he held you for the last time.

"we'll see each other again, right?" the words slipped past your lips, delicate with hope.

his smile was soft, yet bittersweet.

"of course."

and just like that, spring faded, taking him with it.

SUMMER

summer was a blaze of golden light, in the heart of a festival where music pulsed through the humid air. this was where you met sion—bold, untamed, and the embodiment of summer itself. he was introduced through your brother, daeyoung, though introductions were hardly necessary. after all, sion always had a way of making himself known, attracting people into his orbit with effortless charm.

love with sion was reckless abandonment, stolen kisses beneath neon streetlights, and the rush of wind through open car windows during late night drives. he taught you how to let go, to live in the moment without worrying about what comes next. your days were filled with sun-soaked adventures, while your nights carried the scent of sea salt and the distant hum of the city.

but summer, no matter how colourful, always fades into something quieter. and beneath sion's carefree laughter concealed a truth he had been avoiding.

"i don't think i'm ready for something serious."

the confession came softly, like the way a tide recedes from the shoreline.

sion was someone who loved deeply, but feared being loved in return. and so, as the summer heat began to wane, so did you, leaving behind only sun-bleached memories and the ghost of a warmth that once existed.

AUTUMN

autumn carried a crispness in the air, an aroma of cinnamon, and the quiet promise of change. you met yushi at a halloween party, a ridiculous coincidence given that he was dressed as a minion, and you, had come as the purple equivalent.

your love was built on laughter—playful teasing, stolen glances across crowded rooms, and shared warmth beneath oversized sweaters. yushi was a contradiction, both lighthearted yet deeply thoughtful, the kind of person who could make even the dullest days feel golden.

but beyond the laughs and easy smiles, there was something unspoken, something hesitant. it wasn't until the leaves had fully turned and when the air carried the first whispers of winter that he finally told you,

"i have to leave soon."

the words lingered between you, caught in the stillness of an autumn evening. he didn't want to go, and you didn't want him to leave, but life had a way of tugging people in different directions, making choices before hearts were ready to accept them.

and so, as the last of the autumn leaves drifted to the ground, so did your time together. your love, much like the season, had been beautiful in its transformation.

WINTER

snow falls in thick, quiet flurries, blanketing the world in white. winter is the season of calm and reflection, and in its quiet, you find yourself wondering about the loves you lost and the memories you gained.

each season held something different—the softness of spring, the intensity of summer, and the warmth of autumn—but winter, winter is yours alone.

the seasons will always shift again, and perhaps love will find you once more. but for now, you let the snow fall, allowing yourself the space to simply be.

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we found love in aisle 4: THAT SHOULD BE ME

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a/n: heyyyyyy so there will be another update!! ill do it tmrw :) this chapter lowkey sucks but its plot filler!!! anyways enjoy

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THIS WAS SO SPECTACULAR AND MAGICAL AND WOW. LOVE A GOOD WISH FIC!!

yuzu. tokuno yushi.

pairing: ?!yushi x fem!reader

genre: fluff/comfort(?)

disclaimers: brief mentions of alcohol!

synopsis: "sometimes, I feel like yuzu."

w.c: 2.2k + a long ass a/n at the bottom

you first met yushi under the warmth of the summer sun, the relentless UV rays beating down on you on a cloudless day at the beach.

your university friends insisted on having a bikini beach date before the new semester started. it must've been the thrill of having a bunch of girls squeezed onto a tiny picnic mat, letting the dizzying heat get to their heads as they threw around frivolous remarks about the people who walked past. Or the ice cold bottle of beer cooling your skin as you took a swig, ironically heating your cheeks to a rosy red. it must've been the alcohol in that gulp of beer you took, but you found yourself drowning the caution in your system with the bitterness of the drink as your friend pointed to a person a few metres away, his unclothed back facing you and your friends.

“I dare you to ask him for his number.”

you would've protested, shaken your head profusely knowing you weren't usually so bold. but everything about today was already unusual. you in a bikini. you drinking beer. it wouldn't hurt to add one more unusual activity to the list.

you jumped up onto your feet before your doubt could kick in, feeling your heart pound against your chest at each step that drew you closer towards your target.

you hadn't seen his face then. all you saw were broad shoulders and lean muscles moving under his skin as he shifted his weight to prop himself up on one arm, jet black hair clumped with sea water.

before your mind could convince you that this was a bad, and very embarrassing idea, you bent down and poked his shoulder.

“can I have your number?” or what if I just pass him my phone? do I tell him this is a dare?

you prepared yourself to blurt something out, hopefully exuding some confidence while you were at it, but you felt your lips part with your words dissolving at the tip of your tongue because why, just why—

you watched his wet, tousled hair fall past his eyebrows as a bead of sweat rolled down from his temple. he paused mid-drink of a can of yuzu soda, looking like he was filming a commercial in slow-mo, and you were the camera lens.

—did this random man actually have to be cute?

you stared into a pair of perfectly round boba eyes, looking somewhere between stupid and creepy as your lips formed silent shapes in the air.

“n-number?”

you mentally cursed yourself for stuttering. so much for confidence. you stuck your phone out towards the man as his eyes glanced at the device, then back to your face.

you had already prepared yourself to be rejected, and you would've been fine if you ended up looking silly in front of some average looking man. but this wasn't an average looking man, and that changed everything. you pulled the towel draped around your shoulders closer to your body, suddenly conscious of how little you were wearing, feeling a sudden surge of heat shoot to your cheeks. it must be the alcohol.

the man sat with his ears growing redder as he blinked a couple times, body unmoving as seconds passed.

“yushi!”

that seemed to snap the man out of his thoughts. his eyes darted to the shore, where a bunch of shirtless boys seemed to be making their way back to the picnic mat, before quickly snatching the phone from you and typing in his number.

“okay, here. please leave, before my friends see you.”

and though you got the cute beach boy’s number, and successfully completed the dare, you couldn't help but wonder if he had just turned you down.

——— ♡

you didn't do anything with his number. frankly, you didn't dare to. the cute beach boy slowly slipped to the back of your mind, buried under your impending deadlines and assignments.

but that was the thing about yushi, he always popped up when you least expected.

add bars to the list of worst places for a first date. you tightened your lips into what hopefully resembled a smile as your date belted a hearty laugh, even doubling over and almost into your lap as you sat side by side along the bar counter.

you didn't want to be here, but you were somehow thrown under the bus when your senior, ning yizhuo, thought it was a great idea to sell you out to her cousin in return for a favour from him.

“please, y/n! I mean- you know zhong chenle, right?”

you gritted your teeth behind an ingenuine smile, your eyes darting to the clock hanging on the wall behind your date. you didn't hate chenle. he had a cute smile, a cheerful laugh, but you had the impression that he’d much rather be on a date with stephen curry than you right now.

“It was insane- do you want to see the clip?”

no, not really. but before you could come up with a polite rejection, he was already leaning uncomfortably closer as he scrolled through his gallery to find the video.

the sharp clinking of a glass caught both yours and chenle’s attention. you both stared at the martini glass that was slid across the counter. the pale yellow liquid rippled in the glass with a lemon twist resting prettily against the rim, and an acidic aroma that caught your nose, making you wince. chenle looked up to the bartender at the same time you did, and you felt your heart catch in your throat.

because why in the world was the cute beach boy standing behind the bar counter, with the sleeves of his black button-up rolled at his elbows and his hair now softly curled over his eyes, a sly smirk playing on his lips as his delicate hands wiped the inside of a glass cup.

”yuzu martini. it's on the house.”

ah, so it was yuzu. you wondered why there was a tinge of bitter despite the garnish. chenle leaned in to take a whiff of the drink, wincing and retracting as the sharpness of the alcohol stung his nose.

the cute beach boy, who was now the cute bartender, set the mug he was wiping down and leaned closer, forearms tensing under his weight.

”why? too strong for you?”

chenle blinked at the remark. he straightened himself and quirked an eyebrow as the pads of his fingers pinched the stem. swiftly, he downed the martini in one shot, his eyebrows furrowing as the liquid burned down his throat.

you caught the bartender’s name tag as your date was busy proving himself.

“yushi…”

you only realised you had whispered his name out loud when your eyes suddenly met his, and you were sure the thumping in your ears wasn’t the bass of the background music.

“piece-” chenle paused to suppress a burp, “of cake!” he slid the glass back to yushi, who caught it mid movement.

you eyed chenle, who was already slightly tipsy from the drinks you had prior, trying to assess what he was doing as he suddenly sealed his lips, eyes stoned at the marble surface, growing eerily quiet compared to the rambling you had become used to.

chenle hopped off the barstool. “I’m just- I’m just gonna take a piss!“ he stumbled over his own feet as he held his stool for support, before swaying his way to the washroom, bumping into a few thankfully empty tables along the way.

“he’ll probably be there for awhile.” yushi chuckled, catching your attention.

“what did you put in that?” you questioned, watching as yushi’s lips curved into a mischievous grin. “oh, you know, just yuzu syrup, vodka, vermouth. your usual martini mix. just, a little more vodka than usual. you looked like you needed a break.”

“oh, playing hero?” you found yourself unable to suppress a smile, propping your chin on your palm, feeling yourself grow giddy with the scent of yuzu lingering in the air and the allure of the cute bartender.

he chuckled. “tokuno yushi,” he stuck his hand out, “i would give you my number, but you already have it.” your face flushed as you took his hand. “l/n y/n. why, are you interested in me?” you teased.

“perhaps.”

you didn't expect him to admit it. but then again, everything about yushi was unexpected. “I thought you weren't. you told me to leave.”

“oh, that.” the tips of his ears reddened as a hand scratched the back of his neck, “i just didn’t want my friends to tease me. i don’t usually give my number out, and I don't know how to act around pretty people”

and just like that, he was back to the cute, shy boy you met at the beach, as if just moments ago he wasn’t the mischievous bartender who sabotaged (or rather, saved) your date.

chenle stumbled back to the counter, mumbling something about calling him when you get home as he clumsily fumbled with his wallet, slamming his credit card on the table. he dragged himself out of the bar, leaving both you and his credit card behind.

“i might’ve added a shot too many.” yushi winced at the way chenle swayed outside the glass doors, watching as he almost dropped his phone, barely saving it to make a muffled phone call, before finding a spot by a lamp post and plopping himself down.

you giggled as you gathered your own things into your purse, including chenle’s forgotten credit card. “I better return his card before he tries to meet me again.” you hopped off the bar stool and straightened your skirt, “i’ll-” you took a deep breath, “i’ll text you!”

yushi watched you scurry out of the bar and stuff the card into chenle’s shirt pocket, giggling to himself when you tripped over chenle’s foot.

he felt someone nudge his shoulder, “looks like someone’s got a little crush.”

yushi rolled his eyes, “shut up, riku.”

——— ♡

“sometimes,” you fiddled with the tab of the soda can, quickly taking a gulp to wash down the pressure building in your throat. your throat squeezed at the fizziness. “I feel like… yuzu.”

you had become friends with yushi. more than friends, to be exact. you remembered flinging your phone across your bed as your thumb clicked “send” after getting home from the bar, burying your head in your pillows in an attempt to silence the beating of your heart.

you: hi

yushi (cute beach boy + bartender): l/n y/n?

you read your name over and over again, your eyes starting to sting from the blue light radiating off the screen. you wondered how your name would sound from his lips.

you: can you send me a voice message

yushi (cute beach boy + bartender): what?

you: I want to hear you say my name

yushi (cute beach boy + bartender): you're so silly

yushi (cute beach boy + bartender): *one voice message attached*

a first date at the ice cream parlour opposite the bar, bickering over superior ice cream flavours, led to aimless strolls at the park at ungodly hours, trying to ignore your knuckles brushing as you walked side by side, until yushi’s pinky wrapped around yours, and suddenly the night didn't seem as cold as it did.

one of your aimless strolls had landed you both back to where you started: the beach. except this time, you weren't being toasted by the afternoon sun.

your fingers tapped against the aluminium can. you watched the moon ripple in the ocean, the sound of the waves washing over each other filling the gap between you and yushi as the two of you dangled your legs off the edge of a wooden boardwalk meant for fishing.

“yuzu?” yushi tilted his head in response, echoing you with a slight grin. you chuckled at your own absurdity, nodding.

“it's neither a lemon, nor an orange. sweet, but also bitter. always in between, always at odds with itself.” you looked down at your hands, your thumbs tracing the tiny scars that wrapped around each other like poison ivy.

his silence made you feel dumb, like you had just babbled into the air like a curious toddler.

“actually- nevermind-”

“hmm,” yushi hummed, cutting you off. his lips pursed in thought, “must it be a lemon?” he tapped a finger against his pout, “if it's not a lemon, must it be an orange? why can't yuzu just be yuzu?”

yushi took a sip of his drink, letting out a satisfied “ah” as the liquid slid down his throat.

“you’re in your own category, y/n. you don't have to try to be anyone else.”

his eyes met yours, sparkling with the fizz of a freshly opened can of soda. “besides, ” a light blush settled on the apples of his cheeks, faint pink glowing under the moonlight, “I think you're lovely no matter who you think you are.”

yushi leaned in, nuzzling the side of his head against yours knowing it would elicit a smile from you. you let out a small laugh, your unoccupied hand coming up to stroke yushi’s hair as he made a nest for himself in the crook of your neck.

yushi’s words replayed in your head as you dwelled in the comfortable silence that engulfed you. and you realised yushi too, was like yuzu.

he was unexpectedly sweet despite his cold first impression, a cocktail of calm and mischievous; sometimes throwing a flirtatious joke your way, other times looking at you with a gaze that made you feel naked. both times, making your heart flutter and swell.

because no matter which side he showed, you loved him. yushi was everything all at once and you loved him. and if you could love him who was sweet and bitter like yuzu, neither lemon nor orange, perhaps one day, you could learn to love yourself too.

——— ♡

“did I ever tell you I'm a big fan of yuzu?”

you quirked an eyebrow at the sudden question, fingers intertwined with yushi's. he brought the back of your hands up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against your skin, his lips curving into a smile you knew too well, one that made you want to roll your eyes and kiss him all at once.

“that must be why I love you.”

a/n: things to confess: 1) I don't like yuzu. 2) I've never had a martini and I don't know anything about mixology. 3) I wrote 2k words about yushi and yuzu because I liked that they both started with 'yu'... that's literally how this whole thing started. but as I wrote I've developed a meaning for yuzu which will be explained below!

on a more serious note: y/n's story is meant to be interpretive. I didn't want to muddy this with a concrete back story for her because it felt unnecessary. feeling like "yuzu" is about feeling like you're at odds with yourself, feeling like you're everything but nothing at once, feeling like you're skilled at a lot of things but you excel at none, feeling like you're a good person yet bad at the same time, etc etc.

I tried to write something comforting here, but it's hard when it's an issue I myself still struggle with sometimes. so I just hope that anyone who has had the same thoughts or issues feel comforted knowing there's someone out there who understands you and loves you no matter what!!

[holyhaech]

HARK IT IS I, WILLOW

hello holyhaech nation, i have NOT forgotten abt this weeks update of wflia4 (i really need to make a better nickname) but i have alas fallen sick!! i have an ear infection and it hurts like a lil bitch 🤬 i will post two updates this week as an apology. stay strong my soldiers of tumblr dot com!

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[holyhaech]

VDAY PROMPT #5 FOR RIKU PLS???? I LOVE YOUR WORKS AAHHHHHH <3

young luv

basketball player!maeda riku x fem!reader (wc 1.2k)

about this fic: fluff, slight angst, childhood friends to lovers, non-idol au, high school au

you two met on the neighboorhood playground. hitting it off in the sandpit immediately, like all 6 year olds do.

you never thought you two would be inseparable. he probably didn’t think so either.

you were always rambunctious, loud, and a tad obnoxious. you don’t know why he wasn’t put off by your antics, as many of the other kids were. not that you minded, he was stuck with you from that moment forward.

to put it simply, the young japanese boy had no idea what was coming when he befriended you.

from all of the shared first days of schools, to moments together at recess, you two were best friends from the start.

you didn’t think it would last as long as it did, presuming he would eventually tire of you.

but he was fascinated by you from a young age.

the way you could light up a room, the way people would run to you for advice.

he could only dream of it.

after the awkward braces, voice cracks, and growth spurts, came high school.

he played a little bit of basketball in middle school, but he’d never dedicated himself to it.

before the start of his freshman season, he practiced all day in preparation for tryouts.

he was aiming to make varsity, for you.

the school year resumes and tryouts take place. you don’t think much of it, of course he’s gonna make the team. this is riku maeda we’re talking about! anything he put his mind to, he could achieve.

when the announcements start listing off the names for varsity, you look at him knowing his name has to be on the list.

“for freshman, we only have one player who passed tryouts for varsity….RIKU MAEDA!”

you’re in homeroom when it happens, so you can’t exactly congratulate him immediately.

once the bell rings, you find him outside your classroom with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him wear.

before he gets a chance to speak, you smother him in a hug.

“YOU DID IT!!! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!”

he pulls back from your suffocating embrace and plants his eyes on the ground shyly.

“…thanks.” his usual meek demeanor returns, but still retains the wide grin he met you with.

that’s the start of it all. the shy riku you once befriended at the sandpit was on his way up in life. well, in his high school career, at least.

the years pass by and you slowly start spending less and less time with your best friend.

riku gets busy with basketball, you get busy with student council.

he smiles at you from the sidelines. he knew you were made for student council, the way you commanded attention was natural. you deserved everything that came to you.

except a slowly drifting friendship. you never deserved that.

every time he went to talk to you in the hall, some random player from the team would interrupt you two. or worse, a popular girl from another sport.

you always loved riku, that part never changed. the only difference is that now everyone loved riku.

it’s now hit senior year, and you two have gone separate ways.

you still try to support him! going to a home game or two a month, but he’s too wrapped up in everything else to notice you now.

and y’know what, it’s okay. you’re just happy your little riku has grown out of his shell.

it’s weird to still think of him as “your” riku. you two haven’t had a full conversation in almost 4 months. but who’s counting? definitely not you, hahaha.

you go to the home game for this month and sit toward the back like usual. you watch as the girls in the audience ogle him, once again, like usual. you get that same feeling in the pit of your stomach, is it jealousy? it can’t be, you two were always just friends, nothing more. you sit back and watch the game mindlessly

before you know it, the buzzer goes off signifying the fourth quarter has started.

riku’s on fire, as expected since he has the most experience on the team. all is going well until he goes to make a dunk.

he makes the dunk, that’s not the problem. when he comes back down, he lands on his ankle with a crack followed by a painful scream from the young man.

you’re the first one to stand up, rushing to the court.

“RIKU ARE YOU OKAY?” you shout, running down the bleachers.

he can only respond with a frantic shake of his head, tears welling around his eyes.

once you're by his side, the coach lets you sit by him as the paramedics arrive.

he buries his head into your shoulder as you hold him in the hospital bed.

“sorry for crying like a wuss.” he mutters through a sniffle.

“riku you snapped your ankle in half, you’re allowed to cry.” you reassure him.

“sorry for rushing to you, i should’ve asked one of your friends.”

“you are one of my friends. you’re my best friend.”

“i didn’t know you still thought of me.”

“of course i do! i’ sorry for ignoring you all the time, i got caught up in this basketball bullshit and lost sight what matters.”

“riku it’s okay, basketball’s matters ten times more than me.”

he pulls back to look at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“that’s not true.”

“which one gets you scholarships dude?”

“that doesn’t matter.”

after a beat

“you’re the only thing that matters.”

you look at him with your eyes widened.

“really?!” you ask, shocked.

“yeah, really.” he responds sincerely

“i thought you’d forgotten about me.” you admit

“what? how could i forget you?” he asks geniunely

“i don’t know, we don’t talk and the only time i ever see you is at your games.”

“this is all their fault.” he facepalms.

“who?”

“the underclassmen on the team,” he sighs, “this is going to sound really, really, really, stupid, you’ll have to bare with me.”

you sit there for a moment before nodding your head.

“okay, go ahead and spit it out then.”

“i told the kids on the team that i have a crush on you and i didn’t know what to do about it so i asked for their advice and they told me to act like a nonchalant dreadhead? whatever that is. basically they said if i act nonchalant you’d fall in love with me and..yeah.” he admits, ashamed

“well, you’re right. that is really, really, really stupid. but i have something else that’s even stupider.”

“that’s not a word.”

“do you want me to tell you or not?” you sigh.

“yes.” he shuts up.

“i stopped talking to you as much because i have a crush on you and i was jealous of all the girls who would talk to you.” you admit

“whoa.”

“yeah.”

“sounds like we’re both stupid.” he responds

“sounds like it.” you agree

“so what do we do now?” he asks

“i don't know, don’t people usually date if they like each other?”

“oh yeah, right.”

“so…..”

“OH!” he realizes.

“yn ln, will you go on a date with me?

“yes i will, riku maeda.”

“i don’t know when it’ll be though, my ankle still hurts like a bitch.”

“we’ll figure it out.

my love's so young.

a/n: hi! thank you for all your kind words!! i'm sorry for posting this over a week after valentine's day! i hope you enjoy anon. this was written to young luv by stayc!

[holyhaech]

THE BIGGEST NEWS OF 2025 IM SO SRS RN!!

to all the boys i’ve loved before ୨ৎ

when a box of y/n’s secret love letters accidentally gets sent out, their world turns upside down as seven different boys from their past suddenly confront them about their hidden feelings. each boy has a different reaction—some amused, some shocked, and some realizing they might just feel the same way. as y/n navigates the chaos of their exposed crushes, they find themselves at the center of an unexpected love story, one where they have to choose between the people they once loved—and the ones they might just love now.

pairing: ot7!dream x reader

genre: romance

status: coming soon!

taglist: currently open :3

a/n: hi guys! proud to announce i am collabing with eli :3 @blondemrk I LOVE LOVE LOVE eli so i'm so happy to bring this collab to you guys (although i am late to posting i'm just a girl) this will be a short series that will hopefully be out soon! <3

prologue

introductions

main chapter

choose your ending! (individual banners coming soon)

mark

renjun

jeno

haechan

jaemin

chenle

jisung

ᰋ ── © mrkified & blondemrk 2025 

[holyhaech]

we found love in aisle 4: heb meet cute? (written)

as mark carries the last of your furniture up the stairs, he says, panting “do you have anything to drink?”

“uhhhhh” you look away

“do you seriously not have anything?!” his eyes begin to bulge out of his head.

“i‘ve got tap water!” you respond awkwardly .

“wait, do you really not have any groceries??!”his eyes widen more than you thought possible.

“not yet, no.”

“i’ll finish with the furniture if you get us something to eat and drink, PLEASE!” he exclaims.

“ay ay captain.” you salute him, trying to deflect with humor.

“i’m deadass yn.” he stares you down.

“i’m on it mark!”

“make sure you grab some diet coke.” he says on your way out.

“got it.” you respond as you walk out of the apartment.

———

“what did mark say to get again?” you think to yourself, perusing the aisles of HEB for basic groceries.

you finally pick up the goods (a lil’ bit more than the essentials) and head to check out

you spot him in mark’s usual spot, the 10 items or less line. he’s gorgeous, standing there with his dark brown hair and almost black bug eyes.

there’s no one in line. to be honest, there’s barely anyone in the whole store. so you pull your classic yn move, getting in the 10 items or less line with at least double the maximum amount of items allowed.

now it’s time for classic yn flirt that’s *guaranteed* to win over cashier’s hearts.

you walk up with that award-winning grin and say “hello handsome..is this lane taken?”

he sighs as he looks at the amount of stuff in your basket. “no, no it’s not.”

he scans your items with a look that can only be described as done.

“sorry for making you work this late at night.” you apologize as start feeling bad.

“no, no it’s not you! i forgot to bring my coffee to work today, it usually helps with this.” he gestures vaguely in the air. “i wasn’t planning on working today but mark needed to help his friend and-”

“mark?! you’re covering mark’s shift?!” this encounter couldn’t get any worse.

“yeah…do you know him or something?” he raises his eyebrow.

“god i feel horrible, i’m the friend he called out for.” you say as you bury your face in your hands.

“oh. well. welcome to austin. i think that’s what he said at least.”

“yeah, i moved back to texas.”

“ah, you’ll be going to UT i assume?

“yeah, do you go to UT as well?”

“yeah i do, i guess i’ll see you around.” he says as he finishes bagging all of your groceries.

you swipe your card to pay and head out the door, but you stop to say “hey, lemme get you coffee sometime! i owe you!!”

“it’s okay, really, you don’t have to.”

“please! it’ll be my treat.”

“can’t say no to that.” he responds with a shrug followed by a grin.

you walk back to his empty check out lane.

“can we exchange numbers? so i can actually uphold my promise.”

“sure.” he types his number into your contacts and titles it “jaemin”.

you return the favor, titling yours “yn”.

he hands you your phone back, as you do the same.

“i’ll see you around, jaemin.”

“you too, yn.”

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a/n: i dont have much to say, sorry for the delays and sorry that i retuned with a WRITTEN chapter. alas, until the next one

taglist @chenlezip @morkleesgirl @polarisjisung @sibwol @iluv7tn @mmjhh1998 @haechology @joonsprettygf

[holyhaech]

hello holyhaech nation, this is willow speaking. first on the list. IM SUPER DUPER SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING WFIA4 AS OFTEN AS PROMISED. there will be a new (half-written) chapter either rlly late or tonight or tmrw!!

secondly, i am terribly sorry to the riku req anon who requested something for v-day…i’m just a tad (over a week) late on that, hehe. i have rewritten it 3 times and it still comes out as dogshit every time 😭🙏.

third and finally, &team smau will be coming in march, with profiles being updated (hopefully) next week.

just an fyi that i currently feel like death bc i have an awful sore throat! i will get to these tasks asap!

thank you citizens of holyhaech nation, this is willow signing off 🫡

[holyhaech]

we found love in aisle 4: welcome home!

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taglist @chenlezip @morkleesgirl @polarisjisung @sibwol @iluv7tn @mmjhh1998 @haechology

[holyhaech]

haechan would definitely send this text. but, to be fair, so would i! gotta secure the huzz!

a/n: this post is kinda stupid but oh well! i’ll post actual works tomorrow (riku childhood friends to lovers is in the works anon!!) wflia4 is gonna be updated either tmrw or saturday (or both! depends how boring my shift is)