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my-mixed-up-reposts · 2 days ago

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Hello! Can I request (seperate)headcanons of the Saja boys telling their human S/O(reader) to not go to Namsan tower after the Idol awards. Because they'll be performing "your Idol" and readers soul will get taken.

(Let's just pretend they somehow had tye relationship from Gwi-Ma)

this performance is not for you

tags: headcanons, established relationship, gn!reader, references to the film (Namsan Tower performance), slight manipulation

🫧 Masterlist

🎐 MYSTERY

Barely speaks at first, just giving you a long, heavy stare when you tell him you’ll come. Then responds with a clipped, quiet, “No”.

Strokes your hair, adding that he doesn’t want you to have to fight through flashing lights and swarming fans just to watch him.

When you demand to know why, a bit of his manipulative streak shows, wrapped in a soft and loving tone. “You love me, right? I never ask for anything, do I? Just this once, love. Don’t come.”

Offers you his sweater that smells like him, like he’s leaving behind a piece of himself with you to make up for his absence.

As he leaves, he promises he’ll be back before you can even start missing him, telling you to trust him on this one.

🌀 BABY

Starts by whining a little dramatically, saying he doesn’t want you anywhere near the exhausting crowd at Namsan Tower.

“You wouldn’t want to be crushed in a mob of sweaty fans, trust me. Stay home instead.” His tone is playful, but there’s a trembling edge underneath.

Rests his forehead against yours, pouting that you should stay cozy instead of standing out in the cold.

Promises he’ll tell you every detail the second he’s back, making it sound like you’ll have an even better experience hearing it directly from him.

Buries his desperation under kisses, smothering you with affection so you’ll think he’s just being clingy, not panicked.

🌷 ROMANCE

Leans close and murmurs, “I’d rather have our first Namsan memory be ours alone. Don’t you think that’s more romantic?”

Holds both of your hands while convincing you, squeezing as though anchoring you to his words.

Promises to bring you back a gift or some pictures so you won’t feel left out.

Tries to smile, but his hands tremble behind his back, nails digging crescents into his palms as he imagines your warmth gone forever.

Distracts you with promises — dinner after, private serenades, things he knows you crave from him — anything to steer you away from Namsan Tower.

🍿 ABBY

Drops a casual arm over your shoulders, steering you away from the idea with teasing words, “What, you can’t survive one night without me?”

Uses his usual confident tone while saying that the show will be loud and chaotic, not something you’d enjoy

Masks his fear, giving you reasons that sound protective but hide his desperation. “It’s unsafe. Sasaengs might be there. You’ll get hurt.”

When you push, he insists that he performs best when he knows you’re safe. “I’ll feel too distracted performing if I know you’re out there in the crowd. You don’t want me messing up on stage, right?”

Reassures you that you’ll get your own “private show” once the performance is done, winking to keep it lighthearted.

🎶 JINU

Wears his usual charm, but it’s cracked at the edges when he tells you not to come.

Suggests you stay home, rest, and “save your energy for him”, since he’ll come back exhausted and want to see you first.

His hand lingers on yours longer than usual, as if reassuring himself that you’re safe in his grasp, even if he has to leave you behind.

Avoids your eyes when you ask why, but his thumb keeps stroking your knuckles, almost like a silent apology.

Brushes your hair back, fingers slightly trembling as he murmurs, “After everything’s over, I’ll take you there myself. Just us two. I want that memory with you.”

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my-mixed-up-reposts · 2 days ago

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thinking about the saja boys coming home to see the reader with yellow eyes and slitted pupils. they freeze. they panic. they think you made a deal with Gwi Ma. turns out you just bought contacts because you thought their eyes were cool

you match his demon eyes

tags: gn!reader, established relationship, slightly suggestive (Abby's part), their reactions may be inaccurate compared to the film

🫧 Masterlist

🎐 MYSTERY

You’re sitting on the couch when he walks in. He does a full stop, like his brain short-circuited.

He whispers, “He got to you.”

You turn, smiling when you see him. “Hey, Myst! Like my new look?” You bat your eyelashes, putting emphasis on your eye color.

His jaw tightens. “Tell me you didn’t make a deal with him.”

“They’re contacts, love.”

He squints suspiciously. “Prove it.”

You let out a small laugh, pulling out the tiny contact lens case.

Mystery just stares for a long moment. It feels like he didn’t blink for a full minute.

And then he says, dead serious, “I’m never trusting you again.”

But that night, he clips his bangs up and displays his golden eyes to match you.

🌀 BABY

Baby’s halfway through the door when he sees your glowing yellow gaze. The groceries hit the floor, apples rolling everywhere.

“No. No. Absolutely not. Tell me you didn’t.”

You blink at him, confused. “Didn’t what?”

“You—you didn’t sell your soul, right?!” He’s already pacing, running his hands through his hair like he’s going through a hundred different possibilities of how Gwi-ma got to you.

You burst out laughing and peel the contacts off your eye. “Relax! They’re fake contacts.”

He slumps against the wall, covering his face. “You’re gonna kill me someday.”

You pat his back. “You’re so dramatic.”

He removes his hands from his face to shoot you a look. “You spent money on demon eyes instead of snacks?”

🌷 ROMANCE

Romance walks in, humming to himself, only to see you perched on the arm of the sofa with slitted pupils gleaming. He gasps, drops his phone, and clutches his chest.

“NO! Not you! Anyone but you! Tell me it isn’t true!”

You tilt your head, concerned. “Rome, what are you—”

He’s already on his knees, holding your hands. “Say it! Say you didn’t bind yourself to him for eternity!”

“Babe, it’s just colored contacts.”

Romance blinks. His lip trembles. “Contacts?”

“Yeah.”

“Like, from a store?”

“Yes.”

There’s a pause. Then he flops face-first into the carpet with a groan. “You’re giving me gray hairs.”

🍿 ABBY

The second he sees your glowing eyes, he doesn’t hesitate. He just grips your arms and holds you up against a wall.

“ABBY—WHAT—PUT ME DOWN!”

He shakes you so hard your head bobbles. “Stop messing with their head, Gwi-ma! Give them back to me!”

“IT’S. CONTACTS.”

“Don’t lie to me!”

You hook a finger in your eye and pop one contact out, shoving it in front of his face as proof.

He stops dead, still holding you up against the wall.

“Oh.”

“Uhuh.”

Awkward silence. Then…

“You look hot though. Can you keep them in tonight?”

🎶 JINU

The door creaks open. Jinu strolls in, whistling, then chokes when he sees you.

“The hell?!” His water bottle slips from his hands, splashing everywhere. “Your eyes! Did Gwi-Ma get to you?”

You blink slowly at him, smirking. “Maybe.”

His whole body tenses, muscles flexing, as if ready to throw down with a literal demon king.

Then you burst out laughing. “Relax! They’re just contacts. I want to match you.”

“Contacts.” He stares, processing. “So you almost gave me a stroke because you wanted to look like me?”

“Pretty much.”

He shakes his head, muttering, “Unbelievable.”

He shakes his head at you, secretly thinking you look hot as hell.

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my-mixed-up-reposts · 2 days ago

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Accidentally Telling the Saja Boys You Love Them Hcs

Poly!Saja Boys x GN!R

Warnings: Swearing

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-You were half asleep when you confessed. You wouldn’t have said anything otherwise.

-While the TV ran in the background, Jinu had your head resting against his shoulder, Mystery’s head was in your lap, and Romance had sneaked his hand into yours. They’d set you up to confess, basically.

-It was Abby who actually got you to say it, though. He’d stood behind the couch, his hand combing through your hair with a shit-eating grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing.

-Once you confessed, their reactions all varied. Romance was the sweetest about it, gently lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

-Jinu was almost as sweet, but in true dorky fashion, he stuttered on his words and was then ruthlessly mocked by Abby and Baby.

-After teasing Jinu for about a minute straight, Abby scratched your scalp lightly and offered a smug “Love you too, nerd.”

-Mystery didn’t say much, but the corners of his mouth did tick upwards ever-so-slightly.

-Baby didn’t say anything either. Just gave you a smirk bigger than Abby’s and nodded his head as if to give you his approval.

-Romance and Mystery won’t mention the incident again, but Jinu, Abby and Baby bring this up multiple times a week. They think it’s really funny.

Thanks for reading!

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my-mixed-up-reposts · 2 days ago

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Saja Boys React to You Cuddling Their Plushies Hcs

Poly Saja Boys x GN!R

Warnings: Swearing

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-After a busy week for all of your partners, you'd gathered up their plushies and cradled them in your arms when you went to sleep.

-When they came back home late at night, it was Romance who noticed you first. He'd come straight to the bedroom, wanting to check on you- and then almost woke you by how loudly he gasped.

-He snapped pictures for a solid 30 seconds before Jinu came in, and then was pushed out of the way so Jinu could take his own pictures.

-When Abby came into the bedroom after showering, he stopped dead in his tracks and proceeded to quietly readjust his plushie so it was closer to your heart. Smacked Jinu on the back of the head when he teased him for it.

-Mystery entered the room silently, just quietly climbed into bed next to you and brushed your hair out of your face before lying down next to you.

-Baby came in last. He said, “move, bitch” and shoved Romance, Jinu, and Abby out of the way of the bed before flopping down on your other side and falling asleep.

-Romance and Jinu both sent all the pictures they took in the group chat. The next day, Abby and Baby posted them all on their socials and poked fun at you, but absolutely did not tolerate other people making fun of you. Only they got to do that.

Thanks for reading!

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my-mixed-up-reposts · 6 days ago

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Various Psychonauts Characters reacting to crush with Wings.

(In this, reader is of equal age with corresponding character.)

Sasha

Secretly gushes over you.

Has most definitely asked to examine your wings more up close (take that as you will ;))

Gets flushed when they puff around him.

Loves the soft feathers, but asks you for permission to touch them first, always.

Interested in the scientific aspect of it.

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my-mixed-up-reposts · 6 days ago

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Psychonauts x Reader headcanon

Frazie and Dion having a crush on Goth Psychic Reader

Frazie

In all honesty, Frazie was spooked a bit upon first sight of you,

After that though there was totally a blush.

You were originally flying around with Gisu, exercising your levitation and such, when the Aquatos were visiting Raz again.

You did a sort of kick flip around Gisu, but failed to notice that you were being watched from below, before high-fiving Gisu and high-tailing it to the Cafeteria/Living headquarters that Lizzie and Norma were relaxing at. Mirtala spotted you, clapping and laughing at your theatrics, which brought the family’s attention to you doing a slight bow and salute to her before racing off.

You did stick out like a sore thumb, but it was much less easy to spot someone doing psychic kick-flips in the air, making you a favorite sight once Frazie caught a glance.

She definitely tried to play off the interest she had in you, later asking Raz who in the hell the flying goth was.

He most definitely knew she liked you.

And proceeded to tease her for several minutes.

But he eventually gave in and told her about you, the cool psychic that always dresses in dark colors and has an eye for tricks (and who was also nice to him a majority of the time).

A few days later he introduced you two by bringing her and Dion to meet the other interns, where you all were residing next to the campfire to practice marshmallow roasting via telekinesis.

Things were going decent, tensions a bit strained, but you offering Frazie a s’more you made yourself settled you two into conversation rather nicely.

You’re actually not that bad!

You’re aware that you come off a little intimidating, but you offer to show her around the area as a way to get to their temporary home better, in exchange for her to show you some of her sick balancing routines.

She instantly takes said offer, and you guys hang out for the rest of the night, even walking her home with the others.

You greet the entire family, even complimenting Mirtala’s hair and Queepie’s cape, before giving her a wave and trotting off with Raz in tow.

The entire family notices her stare longer a bit longer than regular, and her father instantly ruffles her hair and gives her a wink, making her scramble and stutter out that she just liked her new friend.

She did not sleep that night, far too busy thinking about you.

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my-mixed-up-reposts · 8 days ago

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can’t close my eyes

jiji x male reader

note: reader is momo's twin brother!, reader has psychic powers, spoilers for jiji's pre-season two story arc, complicated relationship (are they dating or are they not vibes) tw: anxiety, nightmares

…sun✰ i have such a soft spot for this silly guy and i love him sm i want him to sleep well

counting sheep was extremely boring.

jiji’s eyes had envisioned those stupid balls of fluff roaming across the ceiling every night for the last quarter of the year. and frankly, they did nothing. they could barely jump over their hurdles at this point, and as the days passed with no end, they became more and more demented. lambs turned purple, then grew new eyes, and some even had hideous bowl cuts that he wish he could unsee.

a lack of sleep was slowly driving him crazy. there were only so many nights he could stay awake, rubbing his eyes until they were red and begging him for relief, until he started to fall off his rocker. seconds ticked by, morphing into minutes, the hands of the clock spinning around in dizzying circles as they turned to hours. jiji’s chest rose and fell with each breath, his pace quickening. his lungs twisted, exhales turning to wheezes as his hands went up to his face.

did passing out from a lack of oxygen constitute sleeping?

his awakeness was haunted by a fear of going to sleep, and as that time ticked closer, his heart began constricting like there was a python wrapped around the muscle. would it pop like a firecracker this time? his dreams would etch into the curves of his brain, an ice pick used to make sure he would never forget. it wasn’t like he could forget that face, anyways.

he wasn’t exactly sure why this figure scared him so badly. the sideways eyes were terrifying, but when they were close it wasn’t nearly as bad. sometimes jiji would wonder if his eyelids closed horizontally or vertically, and that occasionally brought a small smile to his lips as he fought away his fear. the bowl cut the… thing has wasn’t even scary, it was just a terrible fashion choice. he hadn’t had a bowl cut since he was 5 years old, and he was never planning on going back.

the thing always just watched him. it stared at him without ceasing, eyes almost trained to make sure jiji quivered under his gaze. it wasn’t like he minded being watched, but he would prefer this gaze to be from someone else. that someone else who was currently sleeping in the room across from his.

he hoped coming back to the seiko’s wasn’t going to be a terrible mistake. he trusted them entirely on the psychic stuff, knowing they could drive away whatever was making his parents sick at their home. who he didn’t trust was himself. specifically, himself around momo’s twin brother. he had always had control of his heart.

when they were kids, he was always a few inches taller than him, teasing him back in the same way jiji teased momo, resting his elbow on jiji’s head, pinching the fat of his cheeks. the gold hoop earrings he used to wear would swing back and forth as he held his chin high, smiling as he talked. now jiji was the taller one, hopelessly craving the simple affection the boy used to give him so easily.

why y/n began to fill his thoughts at this moment, jiji wasn’t entirely sure. he was not excited to be around this monster (he was scared, but he wouldn’t admit that), and suddenly he began to think of his childhood crush. how embarrassing. if y/n saw him in that moment, he was sure he would be made fun of for the rest of eternity.

there was moment on the left side of his room. was he that distracted? looking up, he swore he could make out a flash of purple trailing around the walls, coming closer to him. he could almost taste the fear that swelled in the room, the air smelling like lightning was imminent and he was already singed. soft gasps of fear escaped his lips, eyes wide open as he tried to hold back louder whimpers of terror.

and then the noise ensued.

it was loud and crackled like static, controlling jiji’s ears like they were radios tuned into the channel. his breaths became shallow as he envisioned the thing coming closer, the bumps of his heartbeat mixing with the creaking of floorboards.

a soft slam broke jiji out of his trance, his eyes following the noises he heard until he saw y/n’s face poke out of the door. he almost let out a shriek at the sudden movement, and then felt disappointed he thought his crush was a monster trying to kill him.

“jiji, you okay?” y/n asked, his voice gentle. his eyes were barely open, eyelids flickering with a drowsy look. he held a glass of water in his right hand, droplets trickling down the side as the liquid sloshed. jiji wished he didn’t look at the man’s body, his eyes drinking in the skin of his collarbone that peeked out from his sleep shirt. after a few seconds, they lowered to see his pajama pants hanging at the lowest part of his hips, the band of his boxers peaking out to say hello.

his eyes locked on y/n’s face, remembering he had to respond to his question. “oh, i’m okay.” jiji weakly responded, his fingers gripping his blanket just the slightest bit tighter. with a sigh, y/n opened the door more and walked in to sit by jiji. his glass of water was placed by the head of the bed, hand firmly pressed into the wood of the floor as y/n lowered himself onto jiji’s bed. he rested on top of the covers, free arm naturally wrapping itself over jiji’s waist. a soft sigh escaped his lips as he settled into the bed, eyes gazing into jiji’s.

“you don’t seem okay. is it the nightmares?” y/n asked, jiji’s own hand escaping from the covers to wrap around y/n. his breath was slowly returning to normal as y/n began to pet his hair. it was like he was a kid again, letting y/n play with his hair whenever he scraped his knee on the playground or lost a stuffed animal he loved.

jiji looked up at him, pupils dilating as he looked at y/n. “yeah, it’s bad again.” he replied quietly, y/n slightly tightening his grip on his friend. being next to y/n somehow made him feel more jittery than he did when he saw that… thing. his hands were so gentle, the palms of his hands soft against the skin resting against his waist. “it’s embarrassing but i’m scared to sleep now.” y/n looked straight at jiji with concern sewn through his gaze. looking into his eyes was painful, his stomach twisting as he saw how much the boy cared.

“i’ll protect you. you’ll be safe, okay?” his words escaped from his lips lazily, his head peaking up from jiji’s chest to get a more direct view into his eyes. “you worry a lot, jiji. it’s not good for you. your aura is always stretched so thin.” jiji could feel y/n’s breaths on his lips, the summer breeze hitting the outside windows, causing the shutters to clang. y/n joined jiji under the covers, their legs tangling together. neither of them moved, jiji’s thighs flexing nervously.

“it’s been so long since we cuddled like this.” jiji whispered, his hand reaching up to pet y/n’s hair. a smile was returning to his lips as he continued to rake his fingers through the strands, the smell of y/n’s shampoo overtaking him. y/n nodded, pulling himself up in jiji’s arms.

“it still feels amazing.” y/n whispered, eyes locked on jiji’s lips due to his higher position in his arms. “you haven’t changed one bit.”

jiji noticed this subtle change in y/n’s gaze, his breaths getting stuck in his throat. his lips suddenly felt very dry, jiji’s tongue poking out to wet them. “i’ve changed a lot, but i’m still the same person you know in your heart.”

“am i the same person in your heart?” y/n asked quietly, his eyes flickering between jiji’s plush lips and his catching eyes, heart bubbling in his chest. jiji took his left hand and wrapped it around y/n’s waist, his opposite hand holding y/n’s jaw in a gentle grip.

“you never changed.” jiji replied, the words escaping his mouth with a quick breath. “you never changed to me. you’re always in my heart.”

y/n let out a satisfied breath, a smile creeping onto his lips. “good.” he pressed his nose to jiji’s, their eyes lined up, pupils dilating as they took in each other’s beauty. as y/n turned onto his side, jiji felt nothing but relief.

relief was something he hadn’t felt in ages. when there was something always watching you, it was hard to feel relief. y/n was here now, the same as always, so he was going to be okay.

a soft kiss was placed on jiji’s cheekbone, y/n slipping into slumber in jiji’s arms. as jiji joined him in dreamland, he felt a comforting warmth cover him like another blanket. all of his fear was gone, and the purple cluster of eyes didn’t stalk his slumber.

he loved the man in his arms. he loved the man so much. if only he could convey that to him.

1563 words i genuinely think jiji’s so cute

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my-mixed-up-reposts · 8 days ago

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A MALE/GN!READER ACC!! AND YOU POST FOR WHC!!! GRAAAAH /silly

Hi, hello, good day! First of all i loved your posts, omg, thank you for the meal 🫶🏻 your sieun is such a cutie i love ‘em ☹️

And since is saw your requests are open, i wanted to maybe request something too!

i was thinking abt reader who’s really into music and loves to share their playlists w sieun to listen to them together everytime they can (a little against his will /lh) That to the point of one day reader catching sieun humming to one of these songs (one of their favorites perhaps? Who knows!); love his voice ueueue

Is this too long? I hope it wasn’t ougfy but thank you for reading it, and an even extra bigger thank you if you do take my request :]! Hearts hearts

a/n: “your sieun” 😭 my heart cant take this much love (///^///) i love the request, it’s adorable!! and it's not long at all!! i’ve read your ask at least five times before i started to write this fic, thank you soo much!! you made my day and night!

this lowkey became much longer and heartfelt than i intended it to, but i loved writing it and hope you love reading it! if it's too much feels, don't hesitate to send an ask, and i'd love to write another! i adore sieun, and you would be doing me a favour by sending in an ask. :3

★ candy-cane love; my sun,

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis,

despite sieun's rock solid walls, [name] seems to have started to rub off on him!

★ “you give me butterflies, you know?”

— SIEUN HAS BEEN having trouble sleeping; [name] seems to have noticed. sieun didn't say anything truly, not that he would now often wake up with horror stories to tell and the blunt taste of exhaustion.

[name], however, did not need to be told.

it had started then, the summer before high school, [name] caught on and sought the first solution he trusted, seeing as it had worked for him—

a playlist.

the very first one he ever sent to sieun was a pure mess. it was testing the waters, trying to determine what sieun enjoyed; the latter had refused to be any help, by the way...

it ranged from pop, r&b, jazz, rap and even music that was practically softcore porn.

sieun was defeated, exhausted, but for [name]'s sake and his efforts, he sat through the two hours of the playlist. sometime between it, [name] had found him drifting deep into sleep on his apartment porch while waiting for [name] and listening to the songs he sent.

that was a very successful accomplishment, so he continued.

while sending him stray songs during the last month of vacation they both had left, [name] was making a couple more long playlists.

he felt prone to take care of sieun, look after him. truth to be told, [name] often found sieun's docile face to resemble a porcelain doll, and taking care of something as fragile as that came with that odd feeling.

"did you wait long?" sieun asked, walking up and begrudgingly into the embrace [name] offered outside their school gates.

[name]'s cheek squished against sieun's head as he rested his face on it, content to finally hold sieun, "no, i thought i was late, though. i was worried you'll be waiting."

sieun had extra duties lately, as his homeroom teacher barely trusted another student to carry them out. "how was your trip?"

"it was fine," silence, "i brought you souvenirs, let's go to my house?"

[name] lived alone with his sister, who spent all morning and afternoon in classes and all evening in internships; ergo, he was more or less always alone, except for dinner on occasions.

sieun hummed softly, burying his face as far as it would go into [name]'s chest. the warmth was welcoming, he almost found himself agreeing...but stopped.

"can't," he peeked up at [name], "i have class."

[name] pouted, upset in the way he was when he doesn't get to be with sieun every breathing moment—meaning, all the damn time.

he stared at sieun, debating his options, would he rather get yelled at by sieun now and get to spent the next couple hours with him. or part ways now and not get to see him until tomorrow (he was jetlacked so his option of sneaking in the middle of the night to see his boyfriend was off the table, unfortunately)?

you can guess which he chose.

he locked his arms under sieun's knees, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

sieun groaned, thrashing as much as he could with the grip [name] had on him, "let me go...! ugh!"

was he successful? well, he had a pen, but loved [name] too much to use it, so no, he was, in fact, not successful.

[name] grinned happily as he presented a box of mixtapes to sieun, "for you!"

they were very last century, but god, were they romantic.

"i spent hours picking half of these, and more hours making the other half," he admitted. half of the mixtapes in the box were old and of people who lived before them. a couple of them ([name]'s favourites) belonged to couples, they were adorned with department store tapes that were completely drawn over with hearts and other adornments.

"i couldn't find a walkman for these, but i replicated all of them digitally, so i'll send them to you soon!"

sieun was...speechless. he had gone through very unfortunate times just a year ago, and he was broken from that trance by a case of airpods and a boy with a smile of a thousand suns. he could hardly believe, sitting right now in front of [name], talking to him like they were married for decades, holding a worn box of mixtapes that might no longer have an outlet, but spoke to him like they were made for the both of them.

[name] was made for sieun. i mean, he had to be right? what other force could bring someone like [name] to sieun's dark life if not fate itself?

the other half. sieun was just left registering that he wasn't the only half.

he didn't mean for it, but his smile turned upside down the way it does when he's overwhelmed, and his eyes reddened, unshed tears filling them up.

[name] panicked, immediately coming to sieun's side and pulling into a hug where he could softly sob without being heard.

he didn't ask what was wrong; sieun would tell him when he thought best. he just stuck to rubbing warm circles on sieun's back, muttering so just he could hear, "shh, it's okay...i'm here, i'll protect you..."

sieun hated to be looked at while he cried, so [name] placed a kiss on every surface he could without lifting his face, every surface he could reach. he brushed back sieun's hair over and over, trying to envelope sieun in his warmth.

they ended up lying down, and sieun had fallen asleep after completely draining himself.

"don't cry anymore, i hate it when you cry..." [name] kissed the tear streaks on sieun's face, salt filling his mouth and his stomach disappearing in an endless pit of worries.

sieun had not yet told [name] why he had cried like that, truthfully, he wasn't sure how to put it, but he knew that—"i owe you my life and i'm not sure how to pay you back."—did not cut it.

so he secretly began learning all of [name]'s favorite songs. that was a language sieun knew would reach [name]. sieun was not the best singer; that was a painful fact. [name] always joked that his pretty face made up for it. and that was coming from a man who once sat through three hours of sieun singing; he was just too prideful to admit how cute he found it, and also because he believed sieun would stop if he did.

ding!

[name] had sent him another playlist. complete transparency, sieun had found [name]'s habits very annoying at the beginning, even though they had helped him sleep. at one point he was very close to strangling [name] because of the pure frustration he felt, that had amused [name] so much that that day he sent sieun another seven playlists just hoping to see his at-that-time-crush make that face again. (he was not successful, though...)

he downloaded it as soon as he got it, knowing [name] would whine later if he hadn't.

"idiot," he mumbled, a deep flush on his ears and neck as he gazed lovingly on the screen.

he continued the math problems he was solving, the soft scratching sounds echoing in the silence of his room, until his phone rang.

he had a special ringtone set for [name], a song he had loved from the very first playlist he had gotten, so he clearly didn't have to check and blindly picked up the phone.

"hello?"

—"are you free? i was gonna order takeout, but i can take you out to eat."

sieun sighed, "you eat out too much." he clasped shut the pen and began packing up, sticking the phone between his shoulder and ear as he talked into it, "i'll make you something, come over."

he could practically hear [name] immediately brightening up.

— "yeah! i'll bring us drinks and that ice cream we had last time. you liked it, didn't you?"

sieun tried biting back a smile, even though it was probably visible in his voice, "...yeah. do that, you'll be okay with miso soup? i have a few leftovers, too." he spoke softly, leaning against his desk as he continued to talk, completely relaxed.

— "okay! i'll be over soon, love you!"

— beep!

and the line cut.

how odd, having love like this and still believing it to be a dream.

as much as [name] liked sieun grumpy, he didn't do anything to annoy him while he was cooking. well, for obvious reasons, sieun had a lot of weapons at his disposal: fire, scorching utensils, flammable gas, and easily breakable glass.

[name] was a man swooned, but he was afraid when it was due. (plus, watching sieun cook for him like his little wife positively melted him.)

and thats when it happened, sieun believing [name] was on the couch watching that corny show, when truly it was just background noise at this point. [name] had abandoned it long ago and was just a counter away, watching sieun cook food for him.

[name] made him so comfortable that he had let down all his guards...and started humming????

it was a song [name] knew all too well, it was one he had on various occasions pointed out that he liked—loved.

he had sung it when confessing his love to sieun, guitar in hand, a microphone; the whole she-bang.

he also sang it, purposely terrible, when taking showers with sieun around.

his eyes widened, and he bit back a squeal. last thing he wanted was for sieun to realise he was so close by and stop again.

who cares if sieun can't sing well, who cares that he is so off tune that he once made [name] cry from laughter (that was a bad move by the way, sieun stayed angry and pouting for a week, sure it was cute, super, but he was so lonely without the hugs and kisses and cuddles, he swore never to do it again.), who would care when he looks like that. blushing like that, whimpering like that, and groaning like that (in privacy, however, [name] doesn't share.) [name] does not care.

he tiptoed back to his spot. the food was almost ready after all.

throughout the night, [name] fed mouthfuls of rice and miso soup to sieun, enjoying his puffy cheeks and soft, weak protests.

he grabbed sieun, pulling him so his back was to [name], and held him down to stop his thrashing, "i swear i'll tickle you!" a baseless threat.

"no!" sieun yelped out, immediately shutting his eyes and ready to accept all the nourishment his amazing boyfriend was giving him.

"sheesh, i swear you're so frail you'll just fall over one day, and who'll pick you up, huh? me! eat more!"

he stuffed another mouthful into sieun's mouth, and until the bowl was empty.

"phew, who needs cardio when i have a boyfriend like you?" [name] jabbed playfully, slumping against the soft cushions, sieun still on his lap and glaring back at him over his shoulder.

"and who needs enemies when i have you with those e—hey!"

sieun lunged at him with a throw-pillow, "i'll kill you!"

[name]'s laughter echoed throughout the otherwise empty apartment, dying when he noticed that their bodies had twisted and turned until sieun was on top of [name] (who was lying down), pillow still in hand.

sieun fumbled, his grasp weakening, and he moved to pull away, knowing he would that [name] grabbed onto his wrist and waist, pulling even closer.

"what's on your mind, baby?" he questioned, his voice butter. of course, he noticed, how could he not?

sieun looked away, letting the silence hang there for moments before he found the courage to speak, "i...never thanked you..."

[name] let out a noise, somewhere between confusion and puzzlement, "why would you ever do that?"

sieun, against his best wishes, pouted, "for helping me sleep."

quite short, but he really can't thank the man for saving his life, now c'mon.

[name] chuckled, "back then, your way of saying thank you was almost choking me?"

sieun actually gasped, "i told you to forget about that!"

believe me, the voices and faces [name] brings forth from him are beyond comprehension for sieun.

he hit against [name]'s chest, "i'm thanking you, because i owe you... everything," he admitted, voice barely there, despite the determination in his eyes.

[name] grabbed onto sieun's face, bringing him closer so their noses were touching, "you did thank me. you're dating me, loving me, and humming my favourite songs while cooking food for me. what more could i ask for? i have happiness in the form of my human right here."

sieun coloured so deep, he thought he would pass out, he buried his face in [name] chest, fisting his shirt and mumbling 'idiot' over and over.

sieun had the sun to himself, and he was being praised for being the moon; how amusing.

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★ lilies on my tongue, and fireflies in your eyes,

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis;

johan and [name] go to a cat cafe! (pure fluff, m!reader babies johan. it's also super small, but shh)

★ "yeah, you're beautiful, don't have to try

darling, you look divine." ☆

— IT'S SEVENTEEN PAST five, seventeen minutes too late. seventeen minutes ago, [name] was supposed to meet johan, and they were going to eat out.

he shouldn't have to panic, plus [name] wouldn't like that. and, johan is no child, so he paused the music pumping in his ears and rang [name]; twice.

he was frowning now, [name] never left him hanging like this. johan was made aware of [name]'s plans before they were even finalized. [name] hated him waiting around when he wasn't showing up.

[name] also hated when johan grew anxious.

so, he drew up to him from behind and wrapped his palms over johan's eyes. had it not been for [name]'s distinct perfume, johan would've lashed out at the sudden surprise.

"guess who?~" he whispered into johan's ear, pulling his entire body weight into himself.

johan melted into the half-embraced and peeled [name]'s hands away from him, he answered by arching his neck and placing a soft kiss to [name]'s lips.

"were you waiting?"

johan shook his head, "no, not long."

"c'mon, it's cold out."

[name] took johan's hand and quickly walked to his motorbike. he pulled off his long coat and draped it over johan, who looked at him puzzled.

"you'll be cold," he tried to refuse the coat, shaking his head and the coat off his shoulder.

"i won't be able to drive with it on," [name] kept a steady hand on his shoulders, towering over johan; johan might be tall, but [name] was a giant.

nothing was getting past [name], especially his baby cold and shivering on a motor bike in the middle of winter.

"i wore heat pads under this," he tugged slightly on his sweater as if to prove his point.

johan stared at him silently, waiting.

[name] tilted his head before he perked up, "oh!"

he leaned in and placed a kiss on johan's lips, and one on his head, "hold tight."

he climbed after, guiding johan's arms to tighten around his torso. it wasn't a very long ride. the cafe they wanted to go to was just ten minutes away, seven if [name] sped up, but speeding up meant more cold air and no one wanted that.

truthfully, [name] was very skeptical about this particular cafe; it was deep in the city, and you could only travel so far with a bike to get there, so you had to walk the rest of the way, maneuvering your way through damp alleyways.

throughout their little walk, [name] kept one hand inside his pocket and the other intertwined with johan's, who was still bundled up in [name]'s overcoat (he tried to refute, unsuccessfully).

"we're here," [name] said, slight relief in finally escaping the cold and into a warm cafe.

it was a cat cafe.

it didn't even take a minute for johan to abandon [name] and run to the cats. he had to actually be held down while [name] removed his coats to hang them.

a small conversation with the barista told him that the cafe originated in japan and that the owner opened a branch in korea because it was her childhood home of two years.

"ah, i see," [name] nodded understandingly.

"oh! i'm sorry! what would you like?" the barista—a young woman—turned her attention to the tablet in her hands, ready to take [name]'s order.

"i'll do the vanilla latte, the americano, and could you just add a couple of your best pastries in there?" [name] reached for his phone.

"sure, one vanilla latte, one americano, and i'll put one blueberry muffin, one chocolate, and two servings of the strawberry shortcake, or would you rather have something else?"

"could you do just one shortcake instead of two? and add a lemon cheesecake, the rest is fine."

"got it! can i have a name for your order?"

"[name], can i pay by phone?"

"yes! you can pay here, and your order will be ready shortly."

[name] gave his thanks to the barista and left to sit near johan. he watched lovingly as johan played with numerous cats. many were on his lap, and he was rubbing faces with another. sneakily, [name] snapped several pics, and with how good they were turning out, one of them is definitely going to be his wallpaper.

"[name]! look!"

"hm?"

"this one looks like you!" johan held up a cat, catching [name] off guard with how striking the resemblance was.

"you're ri—!" [name] looked down when he felt a nudge on his shin, a brown cat with striking grey eyes was mewling at his feet. it leaped up to [name]'s lap, curling there and purring softly.

[name] let out a noise, amused, "and this kitty looks like you." he held up the cat to place a smooch on its head.

"would you like me to take a photo?" the barista had watched the entire exchange, she thought that since the cafe wasn't busy, it won't be too much of a big deal.

"okay!" johan's eyes were uncharacteristically shining. he went to where [name] was sitting with the cat snuggled in his arms. the light hitting them just right.

when he sat down, the two cats began to meow at each other, bumping noses. "those two are very cute, they are rarely apart," the barista remarked, beginning to take photos with [name]'s phone after he handed it to her.

[name] let out a laugh, leaning in to capture johan's lips with his.

you and me, every universe.

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