#((lolol thinking about maybe answering quick ones on like paper))

[meltwonu]

|     𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒     |     CHAPTER 6

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, camboy!seokmin, dom!seokmin, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, sex toys, spit play! Omg you guys, I’ve been waiiiiiiting to post this!!! 😭😭 Sorry it got pushed back, but hey, another chapter next week HAHAHAHA 🥴💕 Also all I’ve been listening to is doja cat’s need to know sooooo… you know 😈 Heh if all my fics in the next few weeks are extra skanky u know why ☠️ LOLOL ANYWAY Enjoy ch 6 and I will be back tomorrow to answer inbox msgs! Thank you for always supporting me 💕 I love u and have a great rest of your day! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - ? 

Seokmin gets your number and texts you to meet him at a cafe at 2PM, Friday afternoon.

‘We can probably finish it in one meeting, we’ll just put what we had together,’ he’d said with a smile - not knowing you didn’t even have a draft put together at all.

And it’d only taken 15 minutes into your cafe meeting before he was rolling his eyes; annoyed at the table of people across the small space laughing loudly and making it hard for the two of you to get any work done at all.

“Literally, I’m in here so often and it’s never this loud…” He grumbles.

“Haha, maybe they know we need to get work done.” You sigh with him as you both lean away from your laptop to take another break - the cogs in your brain turning as you try to come up with a solution to your problems.

“How about we go to the library? It’s quiet there and they have the study rooms ‘n stuff. We can probably use one?”

“I wish, but that’s where Jeonghan and Soonyoung are and the second we step foot in there, they will find us and we’ll be worse off than just staying here… Hell, they’d probably make us write their paper too, knowing Jeonghan.”

“We can go back to my apartment?” You offer; cheeks warm as his eyes meet yours.

Your lips tingle at the way you suggested it without even thinking properly and Seokmin chuckles when he sees the mild regret in your eyes.

“...Or we can go back to mine? Nothing weird, I promise, it’s just closer to here than yours is, probably. We can order some food too?”

You nod at his suggestion and get ready to start packing up your things as Seokmin starts to do the same.

“I hope we can finish up soon…” You mutter under your breath - to which Seokmin nods and raises a brow at you.

“Why? Got plans for tonight? Hot date?”

You tuck your hair behind your ear, a sheepish smile on your face as Seokmin hands you your textbook. “Nah, it’s just that I’ve been lucky enough to keep myself occupied these last couple weekends and it’s… Nice. Very relaxing. Self care stuff, y’know? I think we’ve been really stressed lately. Especially since auditions for the musical are starting soon too.”

Seokmin nods, deep in thought about how he’d been feeling the same and had a lot on his plate.

He was thinking of auditioning for the lead in the show too.

“Yeah… Me too… Well, here’s hoping we’re quick about it, huh, partner?”

Seokmin’s apartment is only a 10 minute walk from the cafe.

“Woooow, it’s so nice here, Seokmin!” You marvel at the simple design aesthetic of his studio apartment - complimenting him on how it was much cleaner than your own at the moment.

“Ehh, I figured I should clean up just in case something happened and we needed to relocate. Didn’t think it’d actually happen though.” He scratches his cheek shyly as you move to sit down on his small sofa.

“You have such a fancy mic attached to your PC too! Isn’t that one of the expensive ones? I think I saw an article about it...”

A cold sweat pours over him as his eyes flit to the exact piece of equipment you were talking about; throat dry as he fumbles to come up with an excuse.

“Do you record song covers or something?”

“Ah, h--haha, I--I mean, I want to! I haven’t really had a chance to use it but my friend s-sold it to me for a good price so I couldn’t say no!”

Not a complete lie, he tells himself.

“Wow, really? Someone must really like you to sell it to you for cheap~” You tease.

Seokmin drops his textbooks onto the table before chuckling, quickly turning the pages to get to where he needed to be to get started on the paper. 

“Yeah, Jihoon-hyung sold it to me for a good price. Said he didn’t need it anymore and that I’d probably get more use out of it. Guess he wasn’t wrong.”

“That’s cool! What a nice guy!”

Snorting, he stares off to the side in amusement. “If he was nice, he wouldn’t be charging me, like $300, for vocal lessons.” 

“$300!?”

Nimble fingers reach out for your waist, squeezing your naked skin as you mewl.

‘I could be so good to you, pet… Just give me the word and I can give you everything you want.’

Dokyeom’s voice is enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head; toes curling against the bedsheets when you hear the sound of your vibrator turning on.

‘So fucking sensitive, pet… And already so wet right here.’

He presses the vibrator against your soaking folds before he runs the tip from your entrance to your sensitive nub; keeping it pressed against your clit as you cry out his name in return.

‘So pretty when you cry for me, slut~ I wanna hear more.’

You keep your eyes clamped shut as he teases you with the toy; bottom lip trapped between your teeth when you feel him start to press the toy against your entrance.

‘You want me here, don’t you? I know how badly you want me to sink my cock right into your needy ‘lil cunt like the filthy girl you are. Always thinking about how much my cock would feel so fuckin’ good inside you.’

Dokyeom’s voice makes you clench around the tip of the silicone that he slowly starts to inch inside of your pussy.

“M-more… I want i-it all…” You whisper; voice barely audible as he scoffs.

‘Can you take it all? Wouldn’t want to break you just yet, pet~’

“F-fuck, pl--please, I can t-take it…!”

In a split second the scene changes and you can feel your breath hitch when it’s Seokmin between your legs - his usual soft eyes burning with lust and need when he stares down at you.

‘You said you could take it all, right, pet?’ His voice is saccharine sweet and has a drawl just like Dokyeom’s; only a pitch different from the faceless male you were used to hearing.

“I---I--”

‘Oh, don’t tell me the cat’s got your tongue now? Now that I have my cock inside your wet ‘lil cunt?’

He draws his hips back and thrusts into you as your fingertips dig into the bed sheets and your toes curl against his lower back - the head of his cock curved deliciously into you g-spot.

“A-ah, it’s j-just… It feels s-so good…” A satisfied tear slips from your eye and slides down the side of your face as he slowly rocks his hips and fucks you at an unhurried, leisurely pace.

‘Mm, I bet… Your filthy ‘lil cunt is gripping my cock so tightly... You really needed a good fuck, huh, slut? Always playing with those toys of yours, hmm? Finally couldn't take it and needed me to satisfy you~’

Whimpering, you peer up at Seokmin, mouth agape as you silently beg him. 

‘Dirty. Fuckin’. Slut.’ 

He leans over you, letting a glob of spit drop from his mouth to yours as you swallow it down and moan out his name. 

‘Mm? Who are you calling for, pet?’

Your brows furrow as you struggle to remember the name you just cried out for - the haze and fuzziness fogging your mind. 

“I--I don’t r-remember... I’m, a-ah, sorry I--mmph!” 

Seokmin presses the vibrating toy against your clit just as he starts to hurry his pace; smirking when you start to sob underneath him from the pleasure.

‘Well, you’re gonna have to remember if you want to cum, pet.’

You wake up in a cold sweat - clothes sticking to your skin as you sit up on your own bed. 

What time was it?

Fuck! 

You scramble out of bed; inner thighs slicked and wet from your dream even if you woke up just before you even came. 

“Oh, god, fuck, how long was I sleeping for...?” Muttering to yourself you search for your phone, only to find it left on your desk with a multitude of notifications - only two that were important. 

10:36PM

New Message from Seokmin - 7:23PM

‘Hey, let’s meet up one more time before we gotta turn the paper in? Unless you wanna just have a video call or something if you’re too busy to come out. :) Just wanna finalize the paper. Lmk tho! I’ll make time!’ 

[!] Reminder - Dokyeom live stream @ 11PM! 

Your lips purse into a firm line. 

What was that dream about? 

Why was it Seokmin fucking you in your dream? 

A sigh escapes you as you move to sit in your computer chair; grimacing at the way a rush of wetness soaks into your already wet panties. 

“Must be because I was hanging out with him earlier, that’s all... Last imagine, is all, I’m sure...” You mutter. 

But you feel bad; the usual happy-faced Seokmin being in such a dominating position and calling you names while he fucked the daylights out of you made you bite your lip at how close you were to actually cumming. 

Images of Seokmin pulling on your hair and slapping your face while he whispered filthy praises make you rub your thighs together to relieve some of the arousal pouring into your body yet again. 

I feel like I need to apologize somehow, you tell yourself, I shouldn’t have even dreamt about him like that... He’s too sweet and nice to even be like that, I’m so gross...!

“Ugh, he just has to be so damn handsome... I’m sorry, Seokmin... It won’t happen again, I swear...!” 

And you knew once Dokyeom started his live stream that you would already be teetering on the edge of an orgasm before he even really said much.

“Fuck, guess it’s gonna be a long night again.”

“Hey, everyone! Thanks for coming to listen to my show again tonight...” 

Dokyeom sounds drowsy this time; a gravelly tone to his voice as he groans. 

“I kind of took an impromptu nap after, uh, work, but I had such a nice dream... Would it be okay to tell you about it? I promise it’ll be worth your while.” 

[fukurodanni]

love for the rich and emotionally stunted: a comprehensive guide

ch. 2/7 -- prev. -- next. pairing: jumin han x f!reader warnings: n/a series summary: in the months following the incident with his father's most recent paramour, glam choi, the corporate heir of C&R finds himself discovering exactly what it is that makes a person in love so blind. ao3 link

note: sticking a read more right at the beginning. u kno how it is. thank you for sticking around i'll try my best to keep updates within a week or so!

(weeks prior.)

Jumin Han has entered the chatroom.

Jumin Han

She talked to me today.

ZEN

??

Who?

707

She??

There’s a she?!

Jumin Han

Oh.

I must have neglected to mention it.

ZEN

????

Last time there was a “she”...

Jumin Han

… No.

There’s a woman at my office.

Jaehee Kang

Does she work for you?

Jumin Han

Yes

707

That took an awfully long time for you to type lolol

Are you sure~~

Jumin Han

Yes. She wears a lanyard.

Jaehee Kang

Do you not know her name??

Jumin Han

I should think it would seem impolite after… all that.

Jaehee Kang

???

ZEN

?????

All that WHAT?

Jumin Han

I only caught a glimpse of her lanyard. I don’t know.

ZEN

Dodged my question… T_T

Jaehee Kang

Is this that woman you see in the mornings?

Jumin Han

How did you ....

ZEN

?!?!

707

Is our Jumin finally getting some?!

I’m so proud. Haha T_T

Jumin Han

Getting some… what?

Jaehee Kang

I can look into her.

For research purposes. Of course^^

Jumin Han

;;;

I only just started seeing her this month.

At the door. Seeing her at the door.

707

Seeing her OTL

Maybe she’s your future lover come to save you^^

Jumin Han

I doubt that.

ZEN

Yeah lolol

I doubt it too

And right after the Choi thing?? No way.

707

T_T

Ur right

There’s no way...

-

“Do you play video games, Mr Han?”

That’s a new one. “Where would I find the time?” He asks, thinking of Yoosung. “It’s a useless hobby.”

“That was a quick answer,” you reply. “Who hurt you?”

Jumin raises a brow, inquisitive. “No one.”

“Okay,” you say, the beginnings of a grin playing on your lips. “Who ruined video games for you?”

He thinks of the dark smudges under Yoosung’s eyes, the awful typos and the messages at 3am. It’s only a little funny. The door closes behind them. “No one in particular.”

“You’re smiling, Mr Han. Just a little.” You smile too at this, tilting your head in that curious way of yours. When you reach the lobby and then your separate ways, Jumin spares a glance at you.

He wants to say something more, something lodged very deep in his throat that comes out dry breath. He’s never been too good at small-talk, not with colleagues, not with business outside of work. He wants to be, just a little.

He’s not quite sure how that came to be.

-

It’s beyond embarrassing the way he comes up to you in the cafeteria. “You work here,” he says, a very belated realization.

You blink a few times, as if processing. “Yes,” you say slowly. “I have a lanyard.” You wave the offending item around and Jumin finally, finally catches a glimpse of your name.

“I see,” Jumin says, because that’s all he really can say. “Work hard.”

He consults his phone right away, willing the heat from his face and opening the messenger app. It goes as well as expected when he mentions it so vaguely-- Hyun rags on him for his lack of conversational skills and Yoosung drops a line or two about his own miserable love life. In any case, Assistant Kang’s information on you had only reached him earlier today and in a way he’s still coping. It had been baffling to say the least, finally having everything in front of him rather than scattered in the bits and pieces of your dialogue.

You work, technically, in the same position Assistant Kang does. Only in the fashion department, of which Jumin had strategically ignored after Echo Girl and the Chois. It really isn’t his fault he hadn’t noticed you-- not since before this month when you began arriving so consistently.

“Something on your mind?” Assistant Kang asks, looking up from where she’s shuffling through a stack of papers. It isn’t unusual for her to break the silence with a quip-- she’s always been good at easing into a mode of conversation that takes the edge off. As a good assistant and employee should, of course. Jumin wonders if he should relay this to her.

“Nothing,” he says instead, because surely she already knows. “Is it polite to bring gifts for someone you’re sure you will be seeing every morning?”

She raises a thin brow. “Who-- that woman at the fashion department?”

Jumin deigns not to answer right away, looking down at the state of his nails and the tick of his wristwatch. “Surely there must be some etiquette about that.”

-

Jaehee Kang

Buy her coffee.

ZEN

Get her a promotion lol

707

A new car!!!

Yoosung★

Maybr a nicce pen

??

-

“Any favorite TV shows?” You ask one morning. “Personally, I’m fond of office romances.”

Jumin lags for a moment, waiting to catch up. It isn’t an unusual occurrence. “Is that an innuendo?”

You smile, a little flushed-looking, and wave a hand. “Nope. Not at all.” When you look at the second coffee in his hand, though, it seems you need a second to catch up yourself. You’d mentioned offhandedly how you take your coffee the day before, and today something had stopped him at the threshold of the coffee shop he stops at every morning. Funny how things work like that.

“This is for you,” he says determinedly, and you smile a little but there’s still an edge.

“You dodged my question.” You state simply. Jumin does not know what to say.

He thinks about it for a moment, really thinks about it. The only thing that really comes to mind are the Sunday morning programs, and he doesn’t really know them off the top of his head. Maybe the morning news. “No TV shows. Next question.”

“Okay then,” you say, “Any pet peeves?”

Jumin smiles a little. It isn’t really conscious, but he’s finally figured out a way to respond and he just hopes it takes well. “Women who stop me at the door in the morning.”

“Oh,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee. You hum appreciatively. He feels strangely, indirectly accomplished. “Shame. Mine’s men who give me three word responses when I ask them things.”

He scoffs, although it isn’t as hard as it usually comes out. “I answered that in a sentence.” He says, very assuredly. When he looks back at you there’s a softer smile at your lips, rounded at the corners and not quite so mischievous as he’s seen it look before. It looks fond.

“I know,” you reply. He feels a little warmer now, turning the corner where you two part ways. You offer him a two-fingered salute, a “See you in the morning!” and a final turn.

And then you’re gone.

-

The next time the conversation lingers long past the lobby it’s because you’ve coaxed him into talking about Elizabeth III. There’s a point where you’ve reached the elevator and he’s talking to you about her care routine and the minutiae of what it takes to keep her fur so soft and pristine (much of it is her own work and her natural beauty-- of course) and he’s only barely aware of how long he’s been going on, but he pauses to look at you. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting, between Jaehee’s hesitancy and Luciel’s rabid praise and Hyun’s outright disgust--

But there’s something about the way you’re looking at him when he’s finished, curiouser and half-curved into a smile. And he’s been on the receiving end of that before-- his father’s lovers, interviewers and subordinates-- but none of them have ever seemed so affectionate.

He’s seen the same look before when it’s Jaehee with a new photocard, the way Yoosung danced around Rika. It’s the glint in Luciel’s glasses when he gets to working and it’s something, something.

You look like you’ve seen something beautiful.

Which is understandable to him, really, having just shown you pictures of his Elizabeth III. What he understands less is the way you’re looking at him and not the open phone, caught up in a silence that seems way too heavy for a conversation about his cat. Even when the elevator dings it’s with some trepidation that you leave first, a memory, a discovery pulled taut between you two.

“I hope I get to meet her sometime,” you say.

Jumin nods, wordless. The delight on your face at such a simple gesture fixates itself in the forefront of his mind until he returns home to Elizabeth, flickering like hell and unbidden and unexpected but not exactly unwelcome. It’s just as confusing to him as it sounds on paper.

-

Somehow Jaehee gets to you first.

For all the time he’s spent working with Jaehee, working around her and in her general proximity, he doesn’t actually know what time she gets into the building. She seems like an inevitability, something constant and fixed and always there.

So when he holds the door open for two women, Jumin is feeling like he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to. Especially since the two of you seem to be chatting so jovially, shaking her hand with both of yours when you go to part.

There’s another something clogging his throat, a cloying want and a halfhearted desire to draw that same laugh from you, that same open brightness. He hasn’t let himself feel so much about one person-- one particular and fixed point in his life. Jumin feels like he’s chasing-- some feeling, some unnamed ball of fire-- a meteor, blazing and brilliant and too much to be real.

It’s too much to be compared to anything else, not when Sarah Choi was an unlit match next to what a beaming bonfire you are. Suddenly Jumin feels more tightly wound than he usually does.

And really, truly, it feels like a lot to handle, so he turns on his heel after silently handing you the coffee and begins to march. It feels like karmic debt for not having experienced these things as a schoolboy, and then only once as an adult. He doesn’t even know if the one time counted.

“Mr Han--” you say, and it happens at the same time he holds his breath to turn again. Just to look, to see if you appeared as off kilter as he felt. Maybe the world had rotated wrong today.

You stop there in your tracks and he really does believe for a moment that the world has gone astray-- because then it would explain the way air isn’t getting to his lungs right. He inhales just to make sure and before any other dialogue comes from your lips he asks, “Walk with me?”

You both take the elevator then.

-

Jaehee Kang

She’s a very nice woman.

Yoosung★

Huh?

707

U met her?!?!!

Tell me everything

-

It makes your mornings longer, the introduction of the elevator route. He isn’t sure how it became mutual agreement and routine, the same way the cup of coffee steams in your hands and the way you ask after Elizabeth III. The way the door gets held open.

Jumin isn’t sure how many mornings go by, how many of them are spent dreading the chime of the elevator, but one of them brings a much quieter you. And you’re usually such a whirlwind of life, pulling him toward and towards you-- he’d be lying to himself more than usual if he said he wasn’t worried.

You look like you’re steeling yourself too, and you’ve never done that-- there isn’t a thing you’ve said to him that was measured or prepared. You’re kind of like an overexcited puppy, and he’s never been too fond of dogs.

He feels something slide out of place, something like a realization that’s far grander than he knows, hovering at the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t know what it is yet, not really. He’s barely out of his head, ready to ask if you’re alright--

And you cut him off. Like you did that first morning, knocking the breath from his lungs and everything else out of place. Jumin likes things neat and tidy, likes things where they should be, where he’s used to seeing them. You aren’t too good for him, he thinks.

Then you ask, “Would you want to go out sometime?” And he has no reference materials and no forewarning and no prepared response. The odds are against him.

So against all odds and every simmering nerve in his body he says, “Yes.”

tags: @vandysgf @mrs-han

[little-butterfly-writes]

Wednesday

Yoosung Kim X Reader [y/n]

Author’s Note - Sorry this took so long! I also apologize if the ending seems rushed or if Yoosung is OOC. Thank you to the lovely @latte-delf for requesting this, it was an honor to write for you. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings - There’s a brief mention of a panic attack and slight bullying! I’ve tagged where it starts and ends if you’re uncomfortable with that. Lots of time skipping cuz I can’t fucking write. This is unedited, please tell me if there is any mistakes.

I hate him.

I hate him so much!

He stole the position of class president from you three years ago.

Yoosung Kim. He stole my position by two votes. Two. Votes. I was always class president before that! Yet he took it from me. My classmates even had the audacity to say he was a better president when it was time to vote for a new one! Sure, Yoosung was intelligent and popular, but he only won because the girls found him handsome.

And of course, he just (HAS) to go to the same university as you do. Sky University was supposed to be a place free of Yoosung Kim. At least he hasn’t seemed too interested in studies this year. He has failed almost every pop quiz your professor has handed out. Whenever you see his down face, you can’t help but giggle a bit.

I dislike how he’s majoring in the same thing as me still. It feels like he’s saying he can do better. Though his grades haven’t been showing that. He must realize that I’m superior than he ever will be.

~~~~~~~~~~

On Wednesday during your last lecture, you diligently take notes and listen to your professor. You make sure to absorb every bit of information that you can. During the last twenty minutes, your professor makes an announcement. 

“Students, I will be assigning a project due at the end of the month. You will have to find out the evolution of the animal as well as their behaviors. Please include any infectious diseases that they can carry. I will be giving you partners to make the workload easy.” You shrug your shoulders, can’t be too bad.

You wait until your name is called, which takes awhile since your name is lower on the list. You pray to whatever god is out there to not get Yoosung as your partner. 

Apparently, the gods refused to listen to your plea. Your professor calls your name out, “[y/n] [l/n] and Yoosung Kim...you two will have the koala.” A loud groan escapes your mouth at the name.

“ Class is dismissed. Have a good day.” You quickly pack up and speed walk out the lecture hall. Yoosung rushes up to you and taps your shoulder.

“Hey! Wanna exchange numbers so we can find time to work on the project?” The blonde smiles at you. You roll your eyes. “No. I’m going to do it on my own. You can play your stupid little game.” He frowns at your snappy words.

“Are you sure? I’d feel bad if you took all the work by yourself. We also have some tests coming up, so it’ll be a lot to take care of.” The genuine worry in his voice ticks you off. You write down your number on a loose piece of paper and shove it into his chest. Yoosung struggles to keep it off the ground as you walk away.  The walk to your dorm is full of your mumbled curses.

~~~~~~~~~

A chill on Saturday morning wakes you up. You grumble as you check your phone, seeing a text notification from Yoosung. He delivered it at 3:45 am. He’ll be an especially lousy partner today. The previous day, Yoosung invited you to his dorm so that you could work on the project together, to which you begrudgingly agreed. 

You arrive at his dorm within a five minute walk. Your notes and laptop are nestled in your backpack. After a quick rap on the door, Yoosung answers. His hair is mussed and his eyes look droopy. You scoff and push your way inside. Surprisingly, his place is a lot neater than you expected.

“So, should we make a slide and divide the work.” He asks. “I’ll do it on my own, go find something else you can do.” You jab. Yoosung lets out a frustrated sigh and speaks up. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but it’d be a lot easier if we shared the load. Plus, this is my grade as much as it is yours.” You grumble an ‘okay’ and split up topics to focus on. Both of you take turns borrowing your notes and his textbook. 

Around two hours after starting, you and Yoosung decide that you worked enough for the day. He offers to get takeout, to which you agree to. You’re a broke college student, how could you refuse? You sit on the floor with your back against the couch, too brain fried to think. Yoosung plomps on the small couch he has and lets out a groan.

“Want to watch Bulu or something on my laptop?” He offers. You nod your head. Yoosung opens his laptop and signs in to his streaming service. You decide to watch ‘The Workspace’ as you wait for your food. 

Your food arrives. Both of you continue to watch your show. Cheap pizza has never tasted this good. Maybe you’re just so hungry and tired to the point where you don’t even care. “Sorry if it isn’t too good. It was the only place I could find on FoodHub.” He apologizes softly. “It’s okay, I’m too hungry to care anymore.” You earn a chuckle from him. There’s an odd silence after that.

“Uhm…. hey, [y/n]?” He speaks shyly. “What?” You say in a cranky voice, irritated about being disturbed from your slice. Yoosung struggles for a minute before speaking for a minute. “Did I do something to offend you? You seem like you have something against me...”  You stiffen. (TW) Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. You honestly never expected this to happen.

A can of worms open up. Your breathing slowly becomes ragged. Averting your gaze doesn’t help, you know his amethyst ones are on you. A wave of panic crosses you. You stammer something incoherent to him. “A-are you okay? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to..” He hurriedly apologizes. You grasp tightly at his wrist, wanting to ground yourself to something. Yoosung’s pulse is a bit fast, yet it helps you regain focus. He awkwardly places a hand on yours. “He….hey, It’s okay.” For once, his voice is actually reassuring. 

“Back in highschool..” You murmur. “You won student president even though I had been the president the years prior.” He looked shocked, eyes wide and lips a bit parted. “I remember. You worked really hard on that campaign.” Yoosung gives you a lopsided smile. “Since I didn’t win, people who I reported causing issues started to bully and harass me. Even some people who I used a slightly harsh tone with mocked me.” Your eyes started to sting. “Oh [y/n]...”

“The worst part of all, my parents were upset that I didn’t get the role again. They scolded me for not doing good enough.” (TW End) Yoosung can only pat your back. You don’t know what to think about it. He seems to think that as well, seeing as his hand jumps off you like he was scalded. “I uh… think I should go now. I’ll Lendmo you money for the food…..See ya.” You pack as quickly as possible and run out as fast as you can until you’re out of breath. A block away from Yoosung’s dorms, you stop to take a break. Warmth sets fire to your face when thinking back to being with him. Maybe it’s because you’re embarrassed? Maybe you’re just winded from running. 

There is NO. WAY. your face feels hot because of Yoosung’s comforting presence. There can’t be, it's impossible. You slap your cheeks in an attempt to compose yourself. It doesn’t work.

~~~~~~~~~

Its been a week since you’ve talked to Yoosung. He tries to talk to you, but you always scurry away when he gets too close. He’s even tried texting and throwing notes at you in class which the two of you got in trouble for. It’s only on a Wednesday that he finally catches you in the hall before you run off. The grip of his hand on your wrist is firm, but not to the point of pain.

Yoosung sighs and looks at you. You turn your head away slightly to avoid his burning gaze. “Please don’t be mad…” You hear him suck in a breath. “Mad? Why would you think I’m mad?” Your bottom lip trembles. “For avoiding you..” Yoosung releases your wrist and pats your head. “I’m not mad, I’m worried.” His hand slides down to your shoulder. “I know this won’t really help, but I’m sorry for what happened to you. You’ve been holding this feeling of hate because of some stupid people.” You giggle at his insult to your past peers.

But why do your cheeks feel blazing again? Why are there little butterflies in your stomach? There’s a slight squeeze on your shoulder before he retracts his hand. You wish it was still there so badly, that spot feels cold now. “How about going to my place? We can relax for a bit then work on the project.” He offers. You nod, maybe a little too eagerly as you hear him laugh. Why does he look so cute when he smiles?

You take the bus to his place, the campus being a bit far from his dorms. You immediately collapse on his couch and place an arm over your eyes. The groan that comes from your lips is loud and dramatic. Yoosung laughs loudly, oddly comforting you. He sits by your legs, looking rigid. “So uhm...do you still hate me?” You look him dead in the eye. “Only if you’ll teach me how to play that stupid game of yours.” You smirk. “LOLOL isn’t stupid!” He whines. You start laughing. The scowl on his features make Yoosung look like a puppy who hasn’t gotten a treat. You laugh harder.

Yoosung rolls his eyes. “Fine. I guess I’ll teach you.” You wipe away the tears from your laughing fit and sit up happily. He retrieves his laptop and starts up LOLOL. You notice that the both of you are inching towards each other. “I’ll make your own account just in case you want to play again.” “You mean so I won’t mess up your save file?” Yoosung flounders as you let out a hearty chuckle. You put your email and username in. “ShootingStar_[y/n}? I like it!” He guides you as you create an avatar looking similar to you. You decide to be a mage. During your tutorial levels, you have a hard time navigating with the mouse. He places his right hand on top of your hand on the mouse. Your heart beats erratically while his hand is on yours. There’s a slight blush creeping up on his face as well.

By the time you finish, it’s nearly evening. You take out your laptop while Yoosung logs out and goes into the presentation. You guys spend six hours working, editing each other's slides and practicing presenting. It’s around 12am when you two are content with your work. Yoosung orders some sandwiches from a 24 hour restaurant. 

You decide to stay over since its late. Yoosung lets you sleep on his bed while he takes the couch. His bed is like sleeping on a cloud, so soft and warm. You let yourself drift off peacefully.

~~~~~~~~~

On a Wednesday, you and Yoosung have to present your project in front of the class. His face looks pale, his hands are shaky. “Hey, you okay?” You pat his back. He gulps and nods. “Just a little nervous. It's been awhile since I’ve given your last presentation.” It's your turn to pat his head. His face immediately goes a bright shade of pink.”Wh-what was that for?!” “You did that to me last time I was sad. Besides, I think you’re just mad because you know I’m going to beat you in LOLOL tonight.”  He quickly pouts. “I shouldn’t have shown you PVP mode!”

Your presentation goes well. As you leave your class, your professor hands you a rubric. “Nice work, guys.” He gives you a smile. Yoosung meets you out in the hallway. You both peer at the paper. There’s a huge ‘A’ on the top of your paper. Yoosung looks at you with wide eyes. “Oh my god… I can’t believe we did it!” You jump up and down in exuberance. Yoosung hugs you tight. You can’t deny that you have feelings for him anymore. You kiss his soft lips.

~~~~~~~~~

On a Wednesday, you chase him down the hall.

“Get back here!” You yell. “Make me!” This childish man. You continue your chase until you’re outside on campus. He suddenly stops dead in his tracks. The shock of him giving up so quickly nearly makes you trip. You would’ve become a pancake on the pavement.

“Yoosung Kim, I hate you so much!”

He chuckles warmly. “I love you too”

Yoosung presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll buy you another sweet bun for you. Forgive me?”

“Fine, I guess I forgive you….I love you too..”

You press a kiss to his cheek, relishing in the warmth of the sun shining above you.

[vennilavee]

to build a home - ch 1

beyond the drapes

attack on titan masterlist

ch 2 - a girl in a bar

Pairing: levi x reader (attack on titan)

Summary: a modern au where you and levi both work for the Survey Corps, a non-profit organization with a mission to help the youth of the Underground District.

Warnings: cursing, suggestive themes

Word Count: 3787

A/N: im so excited to explore levi’s character in this setting!! this story will be a series of moments in no sequential order. in this modern au, the walls still exist, as does the underground district. the only thing modern about it is the technology and culture lolol ENJOY

*** This day is bound to be a long one- it’s only 10 AM and you’ve already been in back to back meetings with several of donors for the foundation. You’ve been in meetings for the last three and a half hours, your toasted bagel now cold and your second cup of coffee now empty. You sigh and roll your shoulders back, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

These rich types would be the death of you. But Erwin had specifically asked you to handle the rich donors. As if Hange or Levi would be able to sit through even one of these ass-kissing phone calls. You can hear sugary sweetness dripping off of your tongue with practiced patience and you hardly recognize it. It’s an out of body experience. As words are rolling off your tongue, you wonder how Levi would fare with this responsibility.

He’d complain the whole time and then tell the person on the other end of the video call to fuck off and get their heads out of their asses. The thought makes you scoff and you clear your throat to cover the sound.

Erwin knew your strengths and weaknesses as individuals and a team, and you were grateful for such an insightful boss and friend.

Once you seal the third donation of the morning, you take your headset off and rub your temples. You’re glad you’re free until noon, giving you some time to catch up on emails and catch up with your colleagues and friends. The drapes in your office were drawn back, illuminating your office in a faint sunny glow. Today, the sun was hiding behind the clouds so it wasn’t terribly bright.

And yes, you had drapes in your office. They were a midnight blue with threads of gold embroidered throughout. Everyone else had normal blinds, but you had seen these drapes while window shopping years ago for this new office and you knew it belonged. Something about the blue and gold made you feel royal and regal. As if this was yours and yours only.

That didn’t mean that Levi didn’t tell you how stupid your drapes were and how stupid you were at least once daily- “You think this is a stupid castle or something? You hear yourself?”

To which you would prompt reply, “if this was a castle, you’d be the damn gargoyle in front. The one that scares everyone away.”

And then he’d just ‘tch’ at you and roll his eyes.

What an ass.

You’re growing restless, so you lock your computer and get up to stretch your muscles for a few minutes. Sitting for hours at a time does a number on you in ways that you’d never expect- your shoulders sometimes hurt, your lower back, even your ass.

Maybe you need a better seat and desk setup, you muse. Walking down the hallway with your cold bagel in your left hand, you rotate your right shoulder and wince. You pass several of the new hires, Eren and Jean who seem to be bickering amongst themselves but straighten up and say ‘good morning’ to you as you pass them. You give them a smile and a wave, continuing on your way.

You stop by Hange’s office, where her door is wide open and papers are strewn all over the place. She’s viciously typing on her computer as she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose in between each word. Her hair is in disarray and you sigh when you knock on her door.

“Hange,” You call, “Did you stay up all night again?”

“Huh? No way,” Hange gasps, looking at the time, “I just got caught up with things! You know- I’m this close to finishing this grant proposal! Look how much money we’re gonna get outta them! They won’t know what hit ‘em-”

“Hange,” You say firmly, “I’m calling you a cab to go home. Go to sleep. I don’t trust you to drive home, considering you’ve been up all night.”

“What?! I can drive-”

“Hange!” You interrupt her, “I’m serious! Come back tomorrow. Take it easy.”

She slumps in her chair in defeat and removes her glasses, rubbing her eyes in fatigue. “Oh alright. I guess I’m a little tired.”

“See you tomorrow, Hange,” You salute and point to your phone, “Cab’s on it’s way.”

With that, you make your way further down the hallway and come to a stop in front of Levi’s office. You knock and immediately open the door without allowing a moment of rest in between.

“What’s the point of knocking if you’re just going to barge in?” Levi asks, eyes still on his computer screen.

“It’s much more dramatic, and we both know you would’ve left me waiting. Because you’re an ass,” You reply good-naturedly, sliding into the seat in front of his desk and propping your legs up on his desk. Your shoes are in his face and he pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“To what do I owe this most shitty pleasure?” Levi says, eyes narrowed at your bagel, “You here to ruin my office? Last time you were here I had to spend an hour cleaning it-”

You bite your tongue at the response you want to provide to that.

“No reason. Just have been on calls all morning. Was bored,” You shrug and wince at the slight shoulder movement.

Levi quirks an eyebrow at you but says nothing. He continues typing away, seemingly ignoring you as you munch on your half of the bagel. Once you’re finished with it, he throws a banana at you wordlessly. You fail to hide your smile.

“You’ll get hungry in about an hour with that shitty bagel. And then I’ll have to hear about it,” Levi says tonelessly, eyes trained on you. You roll your eyes at him and peel your banana.

“So you gave me this banana to shut me up?”

“Yes, it’s in my own best interest.”

A comfortable silence falls between the both of you. You eye the snow globe that you had gotten him for Christmas and his birthday on his shelf. It looks as if you had purchased it for him yesterday, when in reality it was over five years old. His office is as clean as ever, just like him.

“That’s a nice shirt,” You murmur, eyes raking over him shamelessly,  “Who’s the lucky person who bought it for you?”

And honestly, he wants to do something about the smug smirk on your face. But instead he just stares at you, face as impassive as ever. His hair falls into his eyes with a practiced poise. You see the corners of his lips turn up, nearly daring to give you something resembling a smile.

“What makes you think I didn’t buy it myself?”

“Come on, Levi. You and I both know your sense of style is… questionable most times.”

“My sense of style? You really want to talk about your shitty drapes?” Levi asks, but you sense no malice in his voice.

“My drapes? Wouldn’t you like to know if the curtains match the drapes-”

“I can’t think of anything worse to know.”

You gasp in indignation, hand to your heart. “Don’t be such an ass!”

“Then don’t be such a brat!”

“Ugh,” You groan, standing up from your seat and making sure there are no crumbs falling off of you, “I have actual work to do, Ackerman. Quit wasting my time.”

“Door’s right there, sweetheart,” Levi says nonchalantly, looking back down at his planner and not sparing you a second glance.

“See you soon, handsome,” You call, turning back to wave at him and he gifts you with an upturn of his lips.

***

The Survey Corps was a nonprofit organization run by Erwin Smith and the mission of the organization was to find and provide educational resources and mentoring to the youths in the city. Specifically, the mission was to show kids who grew up in the shadows that they could have a life outside of the shadows and in the light with the help of the Survey Corps.

That’s not to say that the Survey Corps had all of the answers and all of the funds to fix the poverty in the walls. But your team tried their hardest to help the kids. Because the kids were the future.

As an organization, you had done some pretty amazing things and had some pretty amazing connections. The Survey Corps had been successful in launching many partnerships and setting up afterschool programs for the kids to find their interests. It was the kind of work that made you feel fulfilled and driven.

Not to mention, that you worked with some of the best people. Despite everyone’s differences, everyone had a clear shared passion for helping the kids of the city.

You truly loved your job, and everyone around you did as well. Ever since Erwin had promoted you to Director of Impact all those years ago and had seen your capabilities, you had really been able to thrive.

Bringing those new kids on board was your idea for the most part- Levi had complained the whole time, asking why they needed a separate youth outreach group when Erwin’s original team wasn’t even that old.

You had kindly told him that you weren’t teenagers anymore and hadn’t been in two decades. He had glared at you but nodded in agreement.

The rest of your afternoon was relatively free, you were just finishing up a few project ideas for outreach and catching up with some of the new kids.

You should probably stop calling them kids, you think dryly. They’re all in their early twenties, fresh faced and eager. Besides Mikasa- she’s almost as neutral as Levi is, with similar eyes, and you can’t help but wonder if they’re distantly related.

You rotate your shoulder again and massage it lightly with a wince. Damn, your right shoulder has been aching over the last week. Maybe you needed a real massage. Or a new chair.

You send all of your emails out quickly with your shoulder beginning to throb in pain as minutes go by.

Death by the office.

You tell Jean and Connie to meet you in the break-out room for your quick catch-up, unable to take sitting at your desk for much longer. You bring a notebook and a pen with you to the break-out room and wait for them to arrive.

They sit across from you with their stainless steel water bottles in front of them. They’re chatting animatedly, telling you about their ideas and their plans of all the good they can bring to the kids within the walls. Their shared enthusiasm makes you smile.

You start taking notes on their ideas, already thinking of ways to bring them to life. You groan softly as your hand cramps up from the pain in your right shoulder and neck shooting down your arm.

Jean calls your name and you look up.

“Are you okay?” He asks, “You look like you’re in pain.”

“Obviously she’s in pain!” Connie exclaims indignantly, “Sorry about him. He likes to state the obvious.”

“I’ll be alright. My shoulder is just- acting up today…” You trail off and rotate it, “Anyway, I like your ideas. Keep it up, I love the enthusiasm. And don’t try to out maneuver each other either.”

You look pointedly at Jean who gives you a look of innocence.

“We’re a team,” You murmur.

“Captain still calls us interns,” Connie blurts out and you can’t help but let out a laugh. That they still call Levi their Captain, because he’s so rigid with them and that he still calls them interns.

“I’ll talk to Captain grump,” You reassure them, “He calls you interns out of affection.”

“Affection? From Captain Levi? Pff,” Jean scoffs, crossing his arms.

“You’d be surprised, Jean.”

***

Levi catches your soft whistle of pain as you slide the straps of your backpack over your shoulders. He wordlessly stands behind you and pushes the straps of your arm and carries your backpack for you instead. He gives you his phone and keys to hold on to and you give him a smile in return.

He walks you to the car in silence, opening the door for you and waiting for you to get in. Levi catches your grimace and soft exhale once more as you shift in the seat.

“You told Hange to go home?” Levi asks, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” You nod, “She was here all night again. I don’t know how it gets past Erwin, but I told her to come back after she’s rested.”

Levi nods, eyes trained on the road in front of him. One hand on the steering wheel and one on his thigh. After a moment of staring off into the setting sun, you feel Levi’s hand slide into yours and his thumb rub against yours. His gaze hasn’t shifted, but you can see the light in the corner of his eyes.

He has let his hair and his scruff grow out a little longer than he usually likes- is he distracted? You can’t recall the last time his hair has been this long, but you like it. You make a mental note to ask him about it once you get home.

But as always, Levi can feel your eyes on him.

“Why are you staring?” He asks bluntly.

“Just lookin’ at your ugly mug,” You say nonchalantly, not missing the way his lips quirk up.

“You’ve been with this ugly mug for the last six years,” Levi says dryly, “And what does that say about you?”

“That I have good taste,” You beam at him and he rolls his eyes fondly.

“You’re a brat.”

“You’re an ass.”

You squeeze his hand and watch the planes of his face imperceptibly relax. He wonders how long your shoulder has been bothering you like this. You had mentioned a few times over the last week that it was an odd sort of ache, but today, it seemed like you were in a lot of pain. He’ll ask you about it when you get home.

Home. The space he’s shared with you for the last three and a half years. Levi thinks about that often. He thinks about being a rough, underground kid with nothing but dirt and danger to his name. He wonders if that kid would’ve ever dreamed of living a life like this. He often thinks about Erwin finding him so young and pledging to help him and help kids like him.

Levi often thinks about you. You, who had offered him nothing but laughs and coffee when he had nothing to give. You, who offered your shoulder when he didn’t have the strength to ask. You, who found a crack in his armor of steel and buried yourself next to him despite his roughness.

You.

Even now, he still wonders from time to time if you are aware of the extent of his adoration for you. But when you look at him in that soft way of yours, in that way that’s only reserved for him, he thinks you do.

***

Levi hears your pained gasp from the kitchen and then a call of his name. He sees you standing in your underwear, clutching your right shoulder with creased eyebrows.

“Levi,” You murmur, “Will you help me out of this shirt?”

Levi hums and brushes his knuckles over your neck gently.

“Lift your arms up for a second. This would be easier if this shirt was a button up rather than this shitty material,” He mutters, “This might hurt for a sec.”

He hears your sharp inhale and exhale as he pulls your top off. Levi pulls out one of his own shirts that has now become your sleep shirt and a pair of his shorts for you. He’s quick and precise in his movements, unclasping your bra easily and tugging his shirt over your head. He even helps you into his shorts and you press a kiss to his cheek in gratitude.

Levi rubs your shoulder gingerly, eyes cast over you in concern.

“Go sit on the couch,” Levi murmurs, “I think we still have some of that medicinal paste my mom gave us. The one that’s supposed to help with pains like this. Your shoulder is tight.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s tight,” You wink at him and he shakes his head, patting your hair.

You’re tempted to follow Levi to the kitchen but refrain when he shoots you a look. Instead, you settle on the couch, stretching your legs out.

“Took you long enough,” You grumble, scooting up on the couch for him to lay behind you.

“It took me two minutes. Did you lose your sense of time as well?” Levi murmurs, pulling you into his chest.

You hum, already feeling yourself relax and take his hand in yours. Levi pulls the right side of your shirt down a little to examine your shoulder. He presses a finger to your upper neck and you hiss once his fingers press a little lower. He continues his examination, trying to figure out exactly where you’re in pain.

“Gonna give you a massage,” Levi says, “Might hurt at first. It’ll feel nice after. You can hold my hand if it does.”

“Thanks for your permission, honey,” You roll your eyes but clasp his free hand in yours once more.

His fingers are steady, gentle but firm against your skin. Levi whispers words to you, words of his day, words of what he thinks of the new interns. You correct him for the millionth time, reminding him that they’re not interns anymore. They’re employees now, part of the team. He scoffs but it pulls a laugh from you.

And then you gasp sharply when Levi’s hand prods at a knot. You squeeze his hand reflexively but after a few soothing touches, the pain washes away and the knot dissolves. Levi continues to rub your muscles and you lean further into his chest, your eyes closed in bliss.

He maneuvers you so as to not disturb you too much and spreads the topical analgesic on your shoulder, leaving your skin exposed. So that the medicine doesn’t spread on your shirt.

“Good?” Levi asks, rubbing your other shoulder. You nod, peering up at him and pecking his lips in gratitude. You try to deepen the kiss, try to rake your fingers through his hair the way he likes, but he turns his cheek.

“You’re gonna waste the medicine. It’ll stick to your shirt rather than your shoulder.”

“Seriously?” You groan.

“Blame your shitty shoulder,” Levi says and you glare at him.

“Take my shirt off then.”

“It’ll stick to your shirt when I take it off. Don’t be stupid.”

“Wow, you really thought this through,” You grumble, settling back into his chest and hoping the medicine absorbs quickly. He gives you a rare smile and kisses your forehead, his hand snaking under your shirt to rub your belly, his fingertips at your ribcage. The way he knows you like.

It had taken a long time for Levi to touch you like this. But you didn’t mind though. You were patient, and he was worth it. He was an immensely private person and while he was never ashamed of you- the thought had never even struck his mind- he preferred to keep his business within the walls of your home. Even at work, Erwin often teased both of you that he could hardly tell that you were in a long term relationship with the way you two bickered with each other and the general lack of PDA. But Hange, bless her, would scold Erwin for being so dense-

How can you not tell? They argue like a married couple!

It had taken a long time for Levi to touch you like this. He can remember when the mere act of looking at you had proven to be too much sometimes. And somehow, you always knew when he needed space. When it got to be too much. It had even taken you a long time to touch him like this. He was unlike anyone you had ever met in every way. You’re certain from the way you fit within the spaces of his arms that this is where you were meant to be.

Something gentle settles in your cheeks, in the way you blink at him, in the way you’re stroking his undercut. He very nearly purrs at the touch but still-

“What are you thinking about?”

“You,” You reply, not missing his ‘tch’ in response, “Your hair’s getting long…”

You run your fingers through his dark, silky strands and leave a trail of burning embers in your wake. You cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, head tilting into your hand slightly. His grown out stubble prickles your hand and you push yourself closer to him.

“Something on your mind?” You murmur, “You never go this long without a haircut. Or a shave.”

“Testing something out,” Levi says vaguely and you hum.

“Whatever you say, honey,” You reply, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll hurt yourself if you think too much.”

“Noted. Thanks for looking out for me, Levi,” You say dryly, poking his chest.

“Someone has to,” Levi mutters, “Think you need a new chair at work. You’ve always had a shitty chair. Or maybe you need a standing desk. I’ll build you one.”

You’re barely listening, eyes beginning to flutter closed and you hum in agreement. Levi is just so warm, it’s no surprise that you’re asleep in just a few minutes. Your breaths are steady against his arm as you shift a little to turn on your side. You must be tired. Levi grabs the book he’s currently reading from the coffee table, drapes a blanket over you and rubs your back as you fall into a deeper sleep.

As he reads, he can’t really focus on the words on the page. He’s busy thinking about you, and how easily you grew to trust him and to love him. Despite how long it took for him to even realize that what he felt towards you was trust and love. Levi thinks back to the kid from the Underground. That kid is still him, and he remembers the faint desire to have a semblance of this life. To feel the sun against his face, the wind in his hair. To be unabashedly himself.

And somehow, not even the freeing feeling of the sun on his face and the wind in his hair can compare to your velvet touch on his skin.

[justanotherfluffreader]

Jihyun Week 2020- Day Two | Prompt-  Letters

This is irrelevant, but I finished everyone’s good endings (except for V & Saeran)!

“Dear Jihyun, how are you?” you mumbled, scribbling your pen across the paper. “No, that’s terrible. Trash.” You crumpled the sheet up, and threw it over your shoulder.

The thing was, you had a massive crush on the blue-haired leader of the RFA, but you had absolutely no clue as to how to tell him. Luckily enough for you (or maybe even unluckily), Seven found out about your little crush through a little recon, and he was more than happy to be your wingman. 

Your current system was that you wrote anonymous letters for V, gave them to Seven, and he’d pass them on without leaving any trace. This time, though, you were planning to tell him through the latest letter. That way, if you were rejected, it would at least stay anonymous.

One of the main reasons you wrote to V instead of telling him upfront was because of Rika. You thought that he would get angry or upset since he still loved her, and so you settled for letters.

After hours of switching between checking the RFA group chat, trying to write the letter, and being annoyed at yourself, you finally had a draft you could continue with. Taking a deep breath, you decided to take a quick break. 

That quick little break turned into a nap, and when Seven dropped by the apartment, he saw you asleep on the bed, the letter folded up by an envelope, and your pen neatly capped and sitting on your desk by the envelope. So, he assumed that you had finished writing the letter and fell asleep, and took the letter.

When you woke up, you were actually in the bed, and the once you sat up, the letter was gone.

“No!” you widened your eyes, and began scanning your eyes over the desk, in search of the missing letter. “No, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening!”

Then, you remembered that Seven was supposed to stop by and pick up your letter for today, and the color drained from your face. 

“Oh no,” you whispered to yourself. “I signed the draft.”

You looked into the RFA chatroom, and luckily V wasn’t talking about the letter. So, he probably hadn’t received it yet, which was a relief.

V: Hello everyone.

707: V!!! You’re here!!!

V: Yes. 

Yoosung⭐: Where have you been? You’ve been even more inactive than usual lately.

707: Wow, Yoosung just formed a whole sentence. I can’t believe it.

707: *sends his ‘cracked glasses’ emoji*

Yoosung⭐: *sends the annoyed emoji*

Jaehee Kang: Can you two please not fight while V is here?

V: No, it’s okay.

V: Anyways, to answer your question Yoosung, the reason I stopped coming into the chatroom lately was because I keep getting sent these strange letters. I think they might be addressed to the wrong person.

Zen: Do you think they might have been for me?

Jumin Han: Your narcissistic personality is making me sick.

Jumin Han: Stop it meow.

Zen: You stop, trust fund jerk!

Zen: But anyways, what do you think of that?

Jaehee Kang: That’s unlikely, since I don’t think you two live near each other.

Jaehee Kang: But it is true that they could have been from one of your fans.

707: I know who it is!

MC (insert your name here): Don’t you dare.

707: Gahh!! I won’t!!

Jumin Han: It seems as though Luciel is hiding something important.

707: It’s really not that important;;; just stop it!

V: I just got another one. Interesting...

Zen: Woah!

Yoosung⭐: Perfect timing lol

Yoosung⭐: Speaking of that...

Yoosung⭐: It’s time for me to go back into the world of LOLOL!

                                Yoosung⭐ has left the chatroom

You sighed, and left the chatroom shaking your head.

                                      MC has left the chatroom

Unsure what to do, you started working on another letter.

Suddenly, you heard a knock at your door.

“MC? It’s me, V.” your eyes widened in an instant, thinking that he was here only to reject you.

Nevertheless, you opened the door slowly. V was outside, holding a small bouquet of flowers.

“I really liked all of those letters you sent.” he started gently. “Will you let me hear words like the ones in your letters in person?”

You hugged him tightly, ecstatic to hear your crush saying those words. You looked up at him, and you both smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” he nodded, and you pushed your lips onto his gently.

Once you broke away from each other, he asked you,

“Care to go on a date?”

fin

wowww i actually really liked that one

[lovehatemysme]

[Yoosung x MC]

“Are you ready guys?” a classmate of Yoosung’s asked while he set-up the camera pointing at you. 

For a final presentation in a minor subject, they were tasked to interview couples. Since Yoosung was the only one in the relationship, they asked if he could do it. 

“D-do you want us to be in my final presentation?” Yoosung asked one night, he liked the idea that he could brag he has a pretty girlfriend.

You thought it would be fun so you agreed. But now, sitting inches apart in front of a camera, Yoosung now became stiff. Unsure with what to do with his body and his hands. Thank goodness there was a table in front of you, maybe he should just rest his hands on his thighs he thought.

You, on the other hand, leaned on the table while resting your elbows on the table as you crossed your arms, looking rather comfortable.

“So for the first question,” a girl said who stood next the guy who was monitoring the camera, “how long have you been together?” she said checked the first question on the list in her notebook.

“Well that’s easy,” Yoosung muttered, “We’ve been together for 2 years now,” he said in a louder voice. Clearing his throat after muttering. 

“And how long have you known each other?” she asked, a follow up question for the first one. 

“Two years too..” Yoosung said, tilting his head a little to glance at you, you looked at him and gave him an encouraging smile.

His two classmates in front of you both looked at each other, confusion in their faces. “So you guys already dated when you first known each other?” the guy asked.

Yoosung grinned sheepishly as he rubbed his neck, “I guess so, yeah,” he said. You giggled as you remembered Yoosung even asked you to be his pre-girlfriend, and you haven’t even seen each other yet! The girl scribbled again in her notebook. 

“Okay so uhm, in your two years together, what routine, or habit have you formed in the relationship?” 

“Hmm,” you started, you looked at Yoosung. His hand on his chin, his brows furrowed in thinking deep. You smiled and returned to face the camera.

“There’s thing Yoosung does,” you said suddenly, startling Yoosung as he looked at you. “Whenever he leaves for school, he gives me a quick kiss,” Yoosung’s eyes went wide, suddenly embarrassed at what you shared. “And he leaves his special omurice with a note for me to find,” you smiled at him, he gazed away as his whole face went red. “And that’s just one of his habits I guess,” you blabbered as you shrugged. 

Ever since you dated, Yoosung did practice his cooking skills. And if he’s going to be honest, he loves cooking for you. He loves hearing your compliments about his cooking. He still remembers the surprised face you made when he learned how to cook your favorite dish. He chuckled as he remember how he’d spent nights trying to perfect your favorite dish.

“How about your first date? How was it and what did you do?” 

“Oh!” you exclaimed gleefully, a big smile on your face. “Yoosung planned it all,” you grinned as you faced him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. 

“Oh, w-well.. uhm,” he started to mumble, he looked at you and saw your smiling face, the same smile that made his anxiety go away during your first date. He smiled back at you and faced the camera.

“MC’s my first girlfriend, so I played it safe and planned a normal date,” he had this nervous smile that he always does, a smile that you always found adorable. “We went to see a movie, then we strolled in park and went to a coffee shop,” he clasp his fingers with yours. “Did you like our first date?” he said suddenly to you, a nervous look on his face. 

“Of course I did! You made me a bento box remember?” you can’t help but smile even wider, remembering how he’d put so much effort for your first date. It made your heart flutter, that even though you knew each other for a short period of time, he was just that into you, and so were you. 

Yoosung squeezed your hand, a relief sigh leaving from his lips. He was a nervous wreck during your first date, but your smile and giggles made it all go away. 

“If MC is Yoosung’s first girlfriend, is he your first boyfriend too, MC?” the girl asked as she scribbled down.

You bit your lip, “Well..” you hesitated, even without looking you knew Yoosung was frowning. He knew you dated some other guys before him. 

“I did dated other guys before him,” you said, “But,” you added as you touched Yoosung’s cheek, “my heart is all his now,” you smiled. Yoosung’s frown disappeared, a small o replaced it, then a smile. Blush visibly on his cheeks. You gave him an assured smile while he looked at you in awe. His heart filled with content, knowing that you love him as much as he loves you. He took your hand and placed a kiss, clasping it again with his as he rested it on his thigh. 

“Okay, say one thing that you like about your partner,” the girl said as she scribbled again in her notebook, a few marks here and there until she clicked her pen to focus on your answers. 

“Well I like how cute Yoosungie is~” you said in a singsong voice, in which two of his classmates tried to stop their giggles. “Ah! MC!” Yoosung whined to you, “See? Cute!” you said as you pinched his cheeks slightly. “You’re embarrassing me~!” Yoosung said in a muffled voice as you continue to hold his cheeks. Letting his cheek go, you bit your lip as you leaned to the table, looking at him as you rested your head on your hand for support.

“But it’s true,” you said in a more serious tone, “I like how cute you get when you’re frustrated on LOLOL, you’d ask for hugs,” Yoosung always, always, pulls you into a hug when he loses a game. Holding you makes him calm, his nerves relaxing. “And,” you continued, absentmindedly twirling a curl of his hair on your finger, “I like cute you get when you ask for something,” your voice thick with something, desire? Lust? You both looked at each other, blinking and staring as if you were the only people inside the room. 

The sudden cough from one of his classmates broke off the tension you didn’t even know was there, you suddenly looked away from Yoosung, blood rushing to your cheeks. 

“I- uhm,” Yoosung tried to start, he cleared his throat as he continued, “I guess I like how MC is so kind and helpful to everyone,” he said, tilting his head again to look at you. “She even helps people she barely know.. and she always help me pull an all nighter during an exam,” he said in a sheepish smile. He looked at you with warmth, and you could feel his love. It was during one of those all nighters that you saw him so serious. 

You poked on his cheek as he was so serious on reading a textbook, highlighters in different colors and pens scattered everywhere as well as bits of papers. 

“Yoosung~ let’s take a break,” you said, he yawned as he took your finger that was poking him, giving it a peck.

“Just a few more minutes MC, promise!” he said. “You’re going to pass, I believe in you!” you said. He gave you a small smile, “I know, but I just want to make sure, I want to graduate right away,” he said in a soft voice. 

“But why?” you asked without a thought, Yoosung grinned at you. “So I could earn money and marry you!” he confessed so confidently. 

You fidgeted with your hand remembering it. Sure it wasn’t a proper proposal, but still, it made your heart flutter. 

“This will be the second to the last,” the girl said, “Do you think you’re each others’ “the one”,” another scribble here, and click of pen until she refocus on the both of you again.

Yoosung blinked a few times to process the question, looked at you blatantly and blinked again, you stared at each other until he spoke.

“I do,” he said in a serious tone, no hint of hesitation from his tone nor his face. You wanted to look away from his gaze, but it felt like you were locked on his lilac eyes. It pierces through you, that he was just so sure about you. You were just drawn to his eyes, how honest and sincere it showed off.

Yoosung suddenly realize he was staring for a while, he blinked and looked at the table, sheepish smile on his face as he rubbed his neck, “Well I hope so anyway,” he mumbled. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it, looking at him.

“I do too,” you said. Smiling and returning that assurance he gave you. 

“Okay, this is the last part. Where do you see yourselves and your relationship in 5 years?”

Yoosung let out a little laugh, he’d always dream about your future together. 

“I see myself running a clinic probably,” he rubbed your thumb as he grinned at you, “and we’re probably married already!” he exclaimed, you giggled and leaned onto him. You gave him a quick peck on the lips, “I like that idea,” you whispered to him, returning your focus on the camera you said, “That’s gotta be it,”. 

~~~

5 years later

“Honey~” Yoosung shouted from the bedroom, “come here for sec,” he said.

“Coming!” you shouted back, quickly putting away dishes. “What is it?” You asked as soon as you came inside, Yoosung tapped his thighs, indicating for you to sit on his lap in which you happily obliged. 

“It’s something my professor in college sent me, he said he thinks it would be fun to send it now and watch it,” he said as he pushed back to the chair to give you space between his legs. His head now rested on your shoulder, “I wonder what it is,” he mumbled. 

Clicking the video, he wrapped his arms around your waist, your hands resting above his. 

You laughed and giggled throughout the video, on the other hand Yoosung kept burying his face on your neck. “Gah~ Did I really sound that cringy?” He mumbled to your neck, “It’s okay, you were adorable honey~” you teased. 

Removing his face from your neck and resting it on your shoulder again, he looked up to you as you faced him. 

“Well at least I was right at the last part,” he smiled as he kissed you while his thumb rubbed the metal band on your finger. 

[tartagilicious]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get a one shot for Eugene? (Salty boi is my favorite) I haven't completed the game and I'm not exactly sure about the endings and stuff but I already absolutely love all the boys to death (Lawrence is on thin fucking ice) but if you were ok writing it, I'd like to request a one shot where in the beginning, the MC has to stay in the room with Eugene instead of Judy and maybe one morning they both wake up in each others arms?

(salty boi deserves your love lol) Hi! I’m sure that by the time I’m actually responding to this, you’ve well completed the game, but in the case you haven’t, you’re right. Lawrence should be on thin ice ;) And, of course I’d be okay with writing it! Thank you for your request~

(as you can probably tell, I love that plushie lolol)

__

“Judy? Are you okay?”

You kneel down over your sleeping friend one morning, concerned after you hear her breathing a little too hard. Rolling her over slightly to see her face, your heart sinks from the quick look. There seems to be sweat on her brow, and her skin is scorching to the touch.

You immediately shake her shoulder a little harder, finally waking her up.

After her eyes peel open, your hold on her shoulder releases as you let out a relieved sigh.

“___? What are you doing?” She whispers, her voice rough.

“Judy, you’re breathing really hard, and your skin is warm. ..Are you feeling okay?” You ask, cocking your head slightly as you wait for an answer you know you won’t like.

She moves a little, adjusting her position on the ground with a small groan and an eventual shrug. Once she notices that you’re still waiting for her answer, she mumbles a few things, but you’re not really sure what she says.

“I’m gonna go get Lawrence. It’s almost time for the morning meeting anyway, okay?”

She nods, her eyes closing again momentarily. “I’m sorry. Thanks, ___.”

You furrow your brows and shake your head, as if dismissing her words. “Don’t be sorry. I’ll be right back.”

You give her shoulder a momentary rub and get up after, quickly making your way over to the main classroom. You admit that you did lie to Judy, it wasn’t quite time to get together yet, but thankfully, Lawrence is still there.

He’s organising what little paper and documents you’d have been able to collect when you come in, only looking up at the noise of the door closing. 

“___?” His brows knitted. “What are you doing here so early?”

You give him a sheepish smile. “Sorry for bothering you. I hoped you would be in here, even though it’s early-”

You’re rambling, but the look in his eyes tells you that he’s listening. You appreciate that.

“It’s Judy- I think she has a fever,”

He oddly doesn’t look as concerned as you thought he would, but then again, Lawrence was one to hide what he felt, so you couldn’t say that you were surprised.. Still, you were thankful when he stood up. 

“Is she still in your classroom?”

You nodded.

“Mind if I check on her, then?”

You, of course, have no problem with this, leading him over to your shared classroom in a heartbeat. Minutes later, Lawrence stands up again after kneeling down in the same position you had, giving you the answer you were dreading.

“She does have a fever, but it’s just a little one,”

“So it’ll go away, then?”

He pulled his lips into a line as he pulled his hand back from her forehead.“..That’s not what I said.”

Lawrence, being the most knowledgeable in the medical field, was able to tell you a few things. But, it still didn’t make you feel any better.

“She’ll be better if she rests and eats fine. So, don’t worry, ___. Okay?”

You nod, but what he says doesn’t ever sink in. 

“So, Judy’s sick?” Zion puts his hands in his pockets and leans back on a desk as he asks this about an hour later, during the on-schedule morning meeting. Lawrence nods.

“It’s not so bad right now, but it’s definitely in its most contagious state,” 

Eugene’s brows furrow from across the room as he fiddles with his mask. “If it’s contagious, then is ___ still going to be in there later tonight?”

Lawrence doesn’t say anything for a moment. 

“I can-”

“Why doesn’t she stay in Eugene’s room?” Zion suggests, his lips curling up in a small sly smile. “He did bring it up, after all,”

“Would Judy really be okay for the night on her own, though? I don’t want her to get worse because no one’s there..” You trailed off, looking between them for an answer. 

“I’ll check on her occasionally,” Ethan offers this from beside you, surprising everyone in the room. “My younger sister used to get sick a lot, so I know how to take care of people without medicine,”

Zion nods, taking it upon himself to finalise the decision. 

“That works then, right? ___ stays with Eugene, and Ethan checks on the sick one?”

Lawrence just blinks, and for a moment, he looks briefly annoyed.

But, this disappears quickly as he just nods. “Okay.. I don’t see why not.”

You turn your head in Eugene’s direction and almost laugh. It seems like he’s trying to avoid your gaze at all costs. But, when you do eventually meet eyes, you give him a small nod and mouth your thanks. 

He seems embarrassed, but you don’t think much of it. You understand well enough, after all.

But later that night, when you show up at his door with your pillow and blanket, you understand his evasiveness, Even though you are friends, you would be lying if you said that the situation wasn’t still a little awkward.

But before you could delve any further into your thoughts, his classroom door came sliding open, revealing the one that you had been avoiding all day. 

“Hey, Eugene,”

You give him another small smile, similar the one you gave this morning, and yet again, he avoids your eyes.

“Hey, ___. Make yourself comfortable, I guess.” He tries to soften the atmosphere, but only makes it a little thicker. You still laugh to be polite, though.

Waling past him, you set your things down a good few feet away from his, using the moonlight as a guide as you rolled out your blanket. It seems that there’s nothing to do but go to bed after that, the both of you settling down a bit.

But then you notice a small stuffed animal sitting by Eugene’s pillow.

You stare at it for a few seconds, and when he doesn’t notice, you pick it up. You can’t help a smile. It feels exactly the same since the day you won it from that claw machine, and didn’t have a single scuff on it.

When Eugene finally noticed that you had it, he didn’t get embarrassed like you thought he would. He just smiled.

“Remember that?” He asks, letting out a quiet laugh. “God, I really could’ve just broken the glass and taken it if I really wanted to,”

You gave him a look from behind the plushie.

“That’s no fun.”

“Its the apocalypse, we’re not supposed to be having fun,”

“Whatever, you pessimist.”

“I’m not a pessimist,” He defends, making you roll your eyes playfully and hold the plushie to your chest as you speak. 

“It’s the apocalypse, we’re not supposed to be having fun!” You mock, making him laugh sarcastically.

“It’s not like I’m lying about that, ___.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like you’re getting the full picture either, Eugene.”

“Oh my god- I’m done with you,” He scoffs, grabbing the stuffed animal from your hands and putting it back in its place up by his head. 

You just give him a sarcastic laugh, making a face as you lay down.

“Fine then. Night, Eugene.”

“Whatever. Night, ___.”

You have a hard time falling asleep. You assume Eugene doesn’t, since he’s used to being in this classroom, so you don’t bother him at all. Though, you’re impossibly tired, and can’t even imagine talking in that moment.

But, after rolling around for what felt like hours, Eugene finally began to wake up, his low groan startling you. He stretched out a little, his arm hitting your back as he yawned. 

“…___?”

You barely hear him due to his soft voice and your dull senses, but manage a quiet reply.

“Are you okay? Are you sick too?” He asks, his voice getting a little clearer as he must have realised what he was talking about. 

You just let out a sleepy laugh. “No, Eugene. I just can’t fall asleep. It’s cold in here,”

You don’t really even expect an answer from him, so you’re surprised when you think you hear him scooting closer to you.

“Are you warmer now?” He asks lazily, his arms holding your back against his chest. You don’t say anything, but, it is warm.

So you just nod. And, unsurprisingly, sleep finds you easily after that.

It’s nice for the rest of the night, and neither of you stir for even a moment. At least, until the sun begins to peek through the windows. 

You open your eyes first, and immediately love the feeling of warmth you have. You try to stretch out, but stop short when you realise that the warmth that you were thinking of was a person. You look down, curious, and immediately recognise the arms around your waist, the person clad in his usual grey sweatshirt.

Daring to turn around slightly in his arms, you’re met with a closely sleeping Eugene. He’s usually arguing with someone or off somewhere being sarcastic, so you think that seeing him with this peaceful face is like a virtue; a weird sort of experience that still makes you happy.

Everything starts to come back to you in pieces after that, and you can’t help but smile and snuggle more into his arms. You think that you can probably fall asleep like this again.

“Thank you, Eugene.”

–

[thirstyfortom]

How could I refuse? I love writing this kind of scenario LOL! Hope you like it! <3

Meeting an artist MC before RFA

Zen

He was supposed to be at a studio, that happened to be next by the university

Since he was struggling to find a place to park his bike, he ended up doing it at the university parking lot.

As soon as he took his helmet off, Zen heard this annoyed sigh behind him: “Ahh, you’re finally here! Why didn’t you text me you were going to be late, dude?”

“Excuse me?” “Let’s go. I’ve been waiting for you for hours!” you pout and man… he has no idea what you’re talking about, but this pout makes him feel bad as if he knew.

So he follows you to the building a few steps next to the parking lot, he is going to be late for his gig, why is he following you? Where to? Oh my god… why are you dragging him to this dark room?

“Alright. What was your name again?” “Zen, and you are…?” “MC, but you knew that. My friend talked about me, right?” Not really… which friend? WHAT’S HAPPENING?

“Okay, you may take your clothes off now.” OH WHAT? “Lady… whoa, uhm… look, you’re pretty bold, and I like bold girls, but uhm… I’m not this kind of guy, especially not to cute girls like you and…” he notices you’re not even listening as you walk to open the curtains and reveal that this is a room full of canvases.

“I’m sorry if you had to come on the last minute, my deadline had been shortened, my friend said you’re pretty chill with your posing schedules.” Well, that was obviously a mistake and you’re looking for someone else, but uhm… why doesn’t he feel like explaining it to you?

“So take your clothes off, we could start with some standing poses, how about that?” oh, you expect him to…? N-no! Well, he understands this is about art, but still… ahh, why is he feeling so shy?

So he gathers courage to explain the misunderstood, only to feel really amused at your mortified expression. “Oh my God! So now you’re late for your gig? I’m so so sorry, sir! I… ahh, I knew you were familiar from somewhere, I…” “Hey hey it’s fine! You just wanted to finish your project, it’s cool…” “OH MY GOD! MY PROJECT! I’M STILL DELAYED AND I DON’T HAVE A MODEL!”

 “Of course you do!” he takes his jacket off, ignoring all your protests and attempts of telling him to forget all this.

Well, you don’t have much time, he’s here, he’s naked, his physique works phenomenally… why not?

“You are so natural at posing, that was great, thank you!” “My pleasure, sweetie… I hope I wasn’t too awkward…” “Not at all! You were perfect, your body is… really perfect…” he smirks at your attempt of not sounding embarrassed.

And just when he was about to ask for your name, his phone buzzed. It was the client from the gig looking for him. So, reluctantly, he left.

And none of the poses he did for the photographer felt as good as the ones he was doing for you… so when you showed up at his apartment a few weeks ago, his frustration towards hi broken leg was also because he couldn’t pose for you…

Yoosung

He pulled an all nighter playing LOLOL and now was dragging himself to the university like a zombie

So he noticed the hallways looked a really different, but he was so sleepy he didn’t mind too much.

He just noticed something was really off when he heard you greeting him. Are you in his class? No, he would probably remember a smile like this if he had it seen before.

“Sit there,  I’m going to test some shading effects, so don’t look directly into the light, okay?” What? Sit where? What light?

“I… I’m sorry, I… am not sure what I’m doing…” “Oh, you don’t have to do much, it’s just some bust sketches.” Okay… still not helpful…

Yoosung is now fully awaken as he looks around the room,  he never saw a class like this in the biology building… because this isn’t the biology building, it’s the at one, ugh…

 “Okay, we could tart with some profile angles and the light hitting from the right, okay?” “Uhm, yeah, sure, but uhm… why me?”

 “Hum? Oh… because you’re the model.” M-model? Him? Why would you even think that? “Aren’t you? My friend told me the model always comes earlier on Tuesdays to help the students who need more practice…” oh, you look a little embarrassed, there’s nothing wrong about needing more practice…

He feels bad for your flustered face, you looked so excited before. You were going o draw him, he would like to see this. He… would like to know how you see him.

 “Y-yeah! Sure! I didn’t know you were training… shading, that’s why I got confused. Yeah, let’s start…”

Man… this is so embarrassing, you’re looking at him with so much attention! And don’t even get him started on when you go to him and touch his face to change the position. Are you going to color this later? Because all you have to use is red for his cheeks.

“Thank you so much! I think I’m getting the hang of this…” you smile. “Can… can I see it?” “Sure.”

Wow, it’s so… beautiful, he looks so… adult in the black and white sketches… is that really how you see him? Is that how he looks?

“I struggled a little with your hair, though. I didn’t think I did justice to it…” “It’s perfect, you’re a great artist!”  “And you’re a great model” you smile sweetly, and he fells all warm inside.

But he was no model, and it would be embarrassing if you even found out, so he never set foot on the art building again. But you would find out anyway in the chatroom.

Jaehee

She thought bringing work to this café would make it feel less stressing

And it was working a little, a lot of uni students would hang out there, so it had a cool environment, somehow.

Not so cool when she noticed you looking at her from the table in front of her, just some quick glances, but it was hard not to notice the attention and curiosity in your eyes.

 It was starting to bother her, so she decided to call you out.

But when she looked at you, you weren’t looking anymore, you were busy with a pencil and a napkin.

Hum… maybe it was just her imagination… Ugh, she’s so stressed she’s seeing things now.

Yeah, why would you look at her with so much interest?

Wait, no… you definitely are looking at her now! Yeah, you’re smiling straight at her! This is not her imagination!

“Something wrong, miss?” “Hum? Oh no, not at all… I think this light hits you really nice, that’s all.”

What light? Oh… the sunlight? Well, it’s not even that bright since it’s late in the afternoon and…

Wait! Is it already that late? Ahh, she lost track of time in this place! She must get back to C&R immediately and hand these papers to Mr. Han asap!

But… why she keeps thinking of what you said? Why were you paying so much attention to her? Wait, why are you leaving? Hey, you left the napkin behind, won’t you come back to throw in the trash can?

She sighs before grabbing her stuff and walking to the table you were to pick the napkin and do what you should have done.

Oh no… she can’t throw it away, it’s… it’s a draw of her, and… it’s really cute… would you mind if she kept it? Or was it a gift you left behind on purpose? She would find the answer a few weeks later when you met at the RFA party.

Jumin

He was supposed to conduct a lecture to the business students.

So he was waiting next to the stairs of the auditorium, typing on his phone.

It took him a while to notice you sitting on the concrete handrails, in front of him, but it was hard not to since you were at the same point of the stairs.

But you didn’t seem to mind him, sketching furiously in you notebook.

Except when your eyes met his and you smile. “The architecture is beautiful, right?” you commented, smiling.

“Yes, it’s very imposing.” You chuckle at his answer. What’s so funny? “Great choice of words.”

Well, yes… but what do you mean? Now his attention is completely driven to you drawing, but you’re not paying any attention to him anymore.

“Are you here for the lecture?” “Nope. I just like hanging out here, it inspires me. The straight lines from the building in contrast to the trees it’s amazing.”

Oh, trees… yes, he barely noticed the trees.  But they are, indeed, beautiful, it’s nice to see a piece of nature among these buildings. Ah, now he gets what you mean.

Almost everything, since he doesn’t know what you meant when talking about inspiration…

Aren’t you a business student? He’s feeling quite curious on what someone so perceptive could study…

“Do you mind if I ask what is your degree on?” it slipped his lips before he noticed “Art.” You answered, still sketching.

 “I see…  so you have no interest in business, I suppose.” “I have interest in lots of things, from buildings to trees, from art to business and so on. It’s good to have a wide view so you can see the beauty in everything…”

You get up from the rail and walk towards him. “Even on a trivial scene like a guy messing on his phone.” You show the sketch to him. Oh… it’s him. He feels oddly embarrassed, for some reason.

But there was no reason to. He would learn a lot more things with you a couple of weeks later when you showed up at his penthouse.

Saeyoung

He was going to pick Yoosung up to hang out later.

But Yoosung was nowhere to be found. Did he forget? Tsk... it would be a shame if the LOLOL server went down that night… well, it can’t be helped when you forget your friends…

He was smirking to himself when spotted you from across the hallway smiling to yourself too and drawing

Then you looked at him… and lowered your gaze again, focusing on the drawing.

Were you drawing him? Nah, it couldn’t be…

Well, since Yoosung stood him up, he should go back home and start working before the boss would send Vanderwood to tase him.

But seriously, were you drawing him? Ahh, he couldn’t leave without knowing what were you doing…

Was there some camera that would capture from where you were standing? He could hack it and see if…

“Cool glasses.” You said, walking towards him. “Thanks…” he scratched the back of his head, feeling strangely flustered.

“Cool hair color too, do you know the YCMK for it?” He… knew, but why would he tell this to a stranger? Why was he talking to a stranger if he wasn’t on a mission?

“Oh, you must think I’m such a creep right now, sorry.” You chuckled nervously, and he couldn’t help chuckling too, you were just so cute.

“Well, I should warn you that it’s hard to recreate such a unique hair color like mine…” “I’m up for the challenge.” Oh… feisty! He likes it… wait, what?

“So I guess it would be a challenge to see your draw of me.” “If it is a challenge for you to ask nicely…” oh god… you’re so adorable! How can he not ask nicely?

So you show him. And it’s… AWESOME! It’s him drawn in a comic book style. He looks like a super-hero, he looks like… the defender of justice.  Ahh, if only he really was the defender of justice…

Too bad he couldn’t really see himself in the way you did. That’s why he was feeling even guiltier for putting you in so much danger,  super hero would never let the love of his life in this much danger…

Saeran

He just wanted some ice cream.

He barely noticed he was near an university.

Since he was here, might as well sit and take a look at some students, maybe one of them would work as good bait for his plan.

He was caught up in his thoughts, but promptly noticed you sitting beside him in the bench.

Ugh… what do you want?

Apparently, nothing, as you were sketching something. You probably din’t even notice there was someone behind you, weirdo!

He was annoyed, because of you invading his space like this or because of you not even noticing his presence? He didn’t know…

 He cleared his throat to get your attention… nothing. So he tried leaning discreetly to your side, still nothing.

It was only when a soccer ball fell in your direction that you took your eyes off the drawing.

“Shit!” he said, noticing the ball almost hit your head. It wouldn’t hurt, but still, people need to be more careful, for fuck’s sake!

You looked around, trying to find the kicker, and as soon as you did, you got up from the bench, yelling and cussing the person.

He felt like laughing, it was such a difference from when you were drawing… your voice was different from what he imagined, not that he actually put much thought into it, but still, it was different.

Then he noticed you left your sketchbook on the bench, and after thinking a lot, he decided to take a sneak.

He coughed in surprise seeing himself, the pink from his hair, the mint from his eyes and the black from his clothes… it looked really well put together, just like he wanted his aesthetics to be.

 He saw some other sketches, the one in the following page was the sky painted in watercolor… it could only be a sign, he found his target, and he would take the sketchbook as reference to taking information about you. Don’t worry, he would give it back when you would be with him in Paradise.

V

The campus had a really nice view and a great light

So the photographs would work very nicely.

He was taking pictures of the view and decided to photograph some of the students walking by

Then the camera’s lenses captured you in a very interesting focused expression

He spent some time looking at it, fascinated at how geat it turned out

So he wanted more angles, still trying not to let you notie, otherwise it would lose all the beauty of the spontaneity behind it.

When he walked a little behind you, he could catch a glimpse of what you were drawing...

He immediately recognized the turquoise hair, and got super flustered when one of the photos was you looking straight at the camera over your shoulder.

He got surprised, but still, it was a stunning shot.

“It’s not polite to photograph people without their consent.” you said, smiling teasingly.

“I wish I could say the same for drawing people without ther consent, but I don’t think is something that commom whatsoever.” you laughed. Ahh... can he take pics of you laughing?

“I guess it’s not, but I’ll apologize anyway, I just liked your hair color and poses when you’re photographing.” “There’s no need to apologize, it’s a beautiful work from a very talented and photogenic artist.” 

You blushed, and he couldn’t hold back a minor fist pump for taking a pic of your expression.

Ahh, even the way you pouted and told him not to do that was absolutely adorable. So he offered his hand to you.

“I’m really glad we got to inspire each other,hope this happens again in the future.” well, the future was something neither you nor him could know by now. But for the very first time in a long time, he was genuinely excited for the things to come to him.

[osakaso5]

Tamaki Yotsuba Birthday Photobook Rabbit Chat Part 3: Tamaki And His Senior Idols

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

Tsumugi: Thank you for gathering here today..! This project was created to show more of Tamaki-san's true nature as a way to commemorate the release of the Tamaki Photobook. 

Tsumugi: I'm sure you must be busy, but I'd like for you to talk as you usually do. We'll be in your care! 

Tamaki: Yea, I'll be in your care. 

Momo: Tamaki~~! It's Momo-chan~~!! Can you tell?? 

Tamaki: Yes, I can. 

Yuki: And I'm your beloved Yuki-chan. 

Tamaki: Yes. 

Gaku: Hey,  what's up with Yotsuba... Where'd his usual attitude go? 

Tenn: Perhaps he's trying to act serious. 

Ryunosuke: I think he's fine the way he usually is, though! I want to be called "aniki" again. 

Tamaki: Can I act normal? 

Yuki: Go ahead. 

Tamaki: Yay. 

Ryunosuke: Can we share our thoughts on the Tamaki Photobook!? 

Momo: Ryu's way too excited, lololol

Tamaki: Did my pics get you excited, Ryu-aniki? 

Ryunosuke: Huh!? 

Yuki: Crap. I can't stop laughing

Momo: For the record, Yuki's laughing so hard that both the sofa and me are shaking over here.

Tenn: You don't have to tell us every little detail. 

Gaku: For the record, Tenn's shoulders are shaking over here (lol)

Tenn: I'll remember this later, Gaky

Momo: A typo, lolol

Tamaki: Heeeyyy Weren't these guys supposed to say what they thought about my book!!! 

Tsumugi: P-please go ahead..! 

Momo: Sorry, Tamaki!!! Then, let's start with the cover--! 

Tamaki: That's the morning shot--

Ryunosuke: As expected of Most Desired Embrace  No.5! I think you might outrank me soon. 

Yuki: No.2 over here doesn't seem too bothered by that. 

Gaku: I'm not giving up my No.1 spot, though. 

Tenn: I'm sure you'll be dependent on that title no matter how old you get. 

Gaku: Huh? 

Momo: Ah! Also, there was the one where you got a Cocona-chan plushie from a crane game, right?? You looked super happy in that shot, it was so cute~~! 

Tamaki: Well yeah. Nagicchi asked me to do it

Tamaki: He called me a god

Ryunosuke: I already left a comment on that picture, but you really are good at that kind of stuff, Tamaki-kun! I'm not really good at those  things, so I respect you for that. 

Tamaki: Do you suck at games, Ryu-aniki? 

Gaku: He's not great. This one time we happened to stop by at an arcade, and he almost missed all the notes on this drum banging game (lol)

Momo: Even though he's an idol!! 

Tamaki: Can't you get into the rhythm, Ryu-aniki

Ryunosuke: I can, but my hits were still off... 

Yuki: I know the feeling, Ryunosuke-kun. 

Tenn: Aren't people who are good at games more rare than people who aren't? 

Tamaki: So are Momorin and me the only ones here who are good at them? 

Yuki: Maybe. Momo  can be so quick with his fingers that my eyes can't even follow him. 

Momo: So it's just the two of us--!! Isn't that nice, Tamaki! ☆彡

Tamaki: Heheh. If there's anything you want me to get from a crane for you, ask me anytime

Gaku: That's your specialty, huh (lol)

Ryunosuke: Then, let's go to an arcade together! Don't you have a plushie you want, Tenn? When I had that teddy bear for work, you stared at it a lot. 

Tenn: Ryu, you've just stepped into a landmine. 

Ryunosuke: Huuh!? 

Tamaki: Manager, ask me everyone's questions now

Tamaki: I'll answer anything

Tsumugi: Yes! Understood. Here they are! 

Choices/outcomes:

1. Let's go to a sweets buffet again. I know a good place.

Tamaki: I wanna know if Tenten's stomach is a black hole, so let's do it. I'm not gonna lose

2. Do you have a favorite sport? I'd like to try it together with you!

Tamaki: Hmm, basketball. Wanna have a 1-on-1? 

3. Do you play farming games?

Tamaki: Ah, nah. They make me sleepy and I only wanna buy stuff that doesn't take long to grow

Tamaki: Everyone who likes me after reading my book raise your hands

Momo: ノシ

Yuki: ノシ

Tamaki: What's that? 

Ryunosuke: Gift wrap (1)? 

Yuki: Momo, we've been feeling a generational gap  more and more lately

Momo: Could it be: an outdated meme

Tenn: They're waving a hand in agreement. 

Tenn: (・ω・)ノシ

Tsumugi: Ooh..! I see! 

Gaku: So you didn't get it either, Tsumugi... 

Tamaki: So that means Momorin and Yukirin like me now

Gaku: Dumbass, everyone here feels that way. 

Tamaki: You say pretty cool things, Gakkun... 

Tamaki: Crap, I'm kinda embarrassed now

Momo: Ah geez!! We always loved you, Tamaki!! Let's play games together again sometime!! 

Yuki: That's right. I hope you'll grow up to have pectorals as gropable as Ryunosuke-kun's. 

Ryunosuke: Me!? 

Tenn: Senpai, please stop it with the sexual harassment. 

Yuki: Oh no, it's just skinship. 

Yuki: You've got a promising future ahead of you, in more ways than one. You're still young. Make sure to gather all sorts of experience and become an even more radiant idol. 

Tamaki: What should I do? I wanna change more

Gaku: Don't forget your real self. You don't have to become anyone else. Just keep going your own way. 

Tamaki: I'm scared that I'll fail

Tamaki: 'Cuz my dad was a scumbag. I'm scared unless someone tells me that I'm going the right way

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san... 

Gaku: It's fine, Yotsuba. If you ever go the wrong way, we'll pull you where you need to go. So you just do what you want to do. 

Tsumugi: Once before, you were the one who pulled me up on stage by the hand, Tamaki-san. It may not have been an appropriate thing to do, but I was very happy. Happy that you let me share that incredible feeling with you. 

Tsumugi: You're such a kind person, Tamaki-san. 

Tamaki: Cut it outtt---

Tamaki: I don't have any tissues in my room right now so I don't wanna cry... 

Tamaki: But, thanks. I'm glad I met everyone. 

Tamaki: I'll keep going my own way

Translator’s notes..? 

1) ryu thinks momo and yuki are typing the word 熨斗 (meaning a long, thin strip of paper that’s tied around a gift) in katakana here

[illegiblechickenscratches]

The Recipe Calls For...

Yoosung knew Saeran’s recovery would take lots of time, effort, and patience. He was prepared to do whatever he could to help Saeran, be whatever he needed. He was ready to drop everything at a moment’s notice and be by his side if he even asked, but that was something Saeran rarely did. He felt immensely guilty for stealing Yoosung from whatever he was doing just for what he thought were personal, selfish reasons. Yoosung fiercely convinced him otherwise every time he voiced his thoughts. 

When Yoosung received a distressed text at 9am from Saeran telling him to come down right away, he was very alarmed, but a part of him was glad that he was being relied on. He sent a hurried text confirming he would be there soon then jumped into the shower to wash the weariness from his body. There had been a special EXP event last night on LoLoL and he had stayed up until the wee hours of the morning with his teammates. He had barely slept for 3 hours. Yoosung hoped it didn’t show.

He called a cab the moment he got out of the shower so it would have reached by the time he was done getting dressed. Then he would be able to see Saeran quickly.

The moment he stepped through the Choi’s doorway, Yoosung was engulfed in a hug.

Yoosung rubbed small slow circles on Saeran’s back. “I’m here now. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Saeran inhaled Yoosung’s familiar comforting scent deeply and felt some of the tension leave him. He stepped back slowly but kept Yoosung’s hands in his. Being in contact with Yoosung, no matter how small, kept him calm.

“S-sorry for calling you over so suddenly,” he began, but Yoosung cut him off with a quick shake of his head.

“Hey it’s fine. We’ve talked about this.” Yoosung squeezed his hands affectionately.

Saeran swallowed and nodded keeping his gaze lowered. “The fridge is acting up. It’s not cold anymore. I’m not sure when exactly it started, but everything is melting!” his voice quavered at the end.

Yoosung took in the panic in his green eyes and cupped his cheek. “It’ll be okay, do you know where the cooler boxes are? Or are there any Styrofoam boxes?”

“I might know where they are.” Saeran racked his brains trying to remember.

“Let’s go,” Yoosung let go of one of Saeran’s hands and let himself be led to the kitchen.

“I just bought the ice cream yesterday..” Saeran said, tonelessly. He suddenly turned to Yoosung as a thought occurred to him. “Have you eaten breakfast?”

Yoosung scratched his head evasively. “Uh..not really, but I’m fine!” he hastened to add.

“Want to eat an ice cream sandwich?” Yoosung could hear a tinge of desperation in Saeran’s tone.

“Sure. In fact, I know a recipe that calls for ice cream! We’ll be able to save them! How many pints do you have?”

“Three.”

“Alright!” Yoosung smiled, “We’ll make three kinds of bread then.”

“Bread?” Saeran asked with a confused look.

“Yeah, I recently saw a recipe for ice cream bread. Heard it’s really yummy.” Yoosung’s eyes twinkled. “It’s simple, just two ingredients.” 

“Okay, let’s try it.” Saeran finally smiled a small smile.

Yoosung inspected the fridge while Saeran dug out whatever cooler boxes he could find. Judging from the condensation and icicles within the fridge, it had most likely started and stopped off and on in the night. The pint right at the back of the freezer was still pretty intact except for slight signs of melting at the edges, but the two pints of ice cream in front were a little soft.

Yoosung smiled when he caught sight of the name of the ice cream at the back. Sweet Cream Coffee. He turned to Saeran with the question on his lips to find Saeran watching him.

“I saw it and thought you might like it.” His mint eyes darted to the floor then to Yoosung’s face briefly. “It was for when you come over on Thursday.”

Yoosung padded over and hugged him. “Thank you.” He said simply.

Other than the ice cream, there was little else to worry about. With Saeyoung and MC away on their honeymoon, the fridge was not very well stocked. The only things which needed saving were the butter, some eggs, carrot juice, and a quarter carton of milk. Yoosung was relieved that there wasn’t any meats or fish to worry about, but then he was disturbed that Saeran wasn’t having proper meals since MC and his brother had already been gone for a week.

Gratefulness flooded Saeran when he saw how seriously Yoosung was taking this. Most people would have just brushed it off as trivial or even ridiculed him for getting upset over this. He was so glad he had Yoosung.

“Since you haven’t eaten, why don’t you help me finish some of these?” Saeran gestured to the eggs and milk.

“Sure, why not! I can finish up the juice too.” Yoosung wasn’t going to say anything, but skipping meals didn’t bode well with him. He ended up becoming irritable and cranky until he had some food in him.

Yoosung took a swig directly from the juice carton and sat down at the kitchen table. Saeran set aside two eggs and the milk then poured Yoosung a bowl of Kookie Krunch. He quickly transferred everything else into a cooler box and shut the lid with a snap.

“Eat this while I do your eggs.”

“No, it’s fine. I can do them myself.” Yoosung tried to protest.

Saeran wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Sit down,” he ordered, “It’s the least I can do since you rushed down.”

“Alright,” Yoosung replied meekly and doused his cereal in milk.

“How do you like your eggs?” Saeran asked in a gentler tone.

“Hmm, why don’t you make them scrambled? That would use up some of the butter and the rest of the milk.” He shook the carton.

“Good thinking.” Saeran took the carton from him and started the fire.

Yoosung scrolled through his phone and looked for the recipe as he shovelled cereal into his mouth.

“Do you have any flour?” he piped up between swallows.

“I think there’s some leftover from the last time MC had a experimental baking stint here.” Saeran set the plate of freshly cooked eggs in front of Yoosung.

“MC baked here?” Yoosung paused with the spoon halfway to his mouth.

“Yeah, she wanted to hang with Saeyoung but she had to come up with some ideas for Jaehee’s cafe.” Saeran shrugged as he checked the cupboards. “Ah here it is, self-rising flour.”

“Perfect!” Saeran was momentarily dazzled by Yoosung’s smile.

He jumped off his stool. “We should get started before it melts further.”

Saeran frowned at his untouched eggs. “You haven’t finished yet though.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll eat as we bake.” Yoosung reassured him. “Do you have any aprons? It could get messy.”

“Uh..maybe MC left a couple behind.” Saeran wandered off.

While Saeran was gone, Yoosung made a quick call so the repairmen could come check out the fridge as soon as possible. They confirmed that they would drop by the following morning. Saeran returned with a red and white checked apron draped over his arm. He handed it to Yoosung.

Yoosung accepted it from him. “Where’s yours?”

“There’s only one. I’m just wearing an old shirt, doesn’t matter.”

Yoosung looked between the apron and Saeran uncertainly.

“Don’t worry about it.” Saeran waved him off. “Let’s start.” He got out some mixing bowls, measuring cups, and cooking utensils.

Yoosung shrugged and tied the apron in place. He turned the knobs on the oven and set it to 175º.

“While that’s warming up, let’s check the ice cream.” Yoosung said cheerily. “Could you prepare the loaf pans?”

Saeran looked uncertain. “What do I need to do..?”

“Line them with parchment paper then spritz it with the non-stick cooking spray.”

The coffee ice cream was still looking much better than the pint of mint chocolate chip and fudge brownie so he left it in the box. Yoosung scooped them out into separate bowls then reached for the flour.

“Yoosung, the eggs are getting cold.” Saeran said disapprovingly.

“Oh sorry, after you made them specially for me.” Yoosung looked contrite. “Just let me measure out the flour-“

Saeran shoved a spoonful into Yoosung’s mouth, anticipating that he would delay eating them.

“Mmm they’re good!” Yoosung’s eyes lit up. “You’ll have to make them for me again sometime.”

“Glad you like them.” Saeran averted his eyes shyly and carefully fed Yoosung another spoonful.

Chewing contentedly, he carefully measured out the flour and dumped it into the two bowls. Yoosung pushed the bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a wooden spoon towards Saeran.

“Now it’s time for the test of strength!” Yoosung announced as he grabbed a rubber spatula. He pushed up his sleeve and flexed the arm holding the spatula at Saeran. “Whoever’s mixture gets well combined first wins!”

Saeran watched the excited Yoosung in amusement. “And what does the winner get?”

“Uh..” Yoosung furrowed his brow as he gave it some thought. “A kiss?” he turned slightly pink.

“What? There’s no kick.” Saeran scoffed. “Winner gets to choose where he is kissed.”

“T-that’s..” Yoosung’s cheeks coloured even further. “…o-okay.” He ducked his head and started stirring frantically.

“Hmm? Do you have a place in mind?” Saeran leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“N-no. I…” Yoosung shot him a look and scooted further away from him.

Saeran just laughed and started on his own bowl.

 Saeran won.

Yoosung had still been mixing away fervently when a spoonful of his forgotten scrambled eggs appeared under his nose. Yoosung had started rather badly and Saeran had to steady the glass bowl to prevent it from tipping over the counter.

“Even with a head start I still won,” he teased while he deposited the spoon into Yoosung’s gaping mouth.

Saeran chuckled as he watched Yoosung fume while frantically picking up his pace. “Tell you what, I’ll give you a kiss instead. But I get to choose where I do.”

Yoosung gave a small huff but didn’t look up from the mixing bowl.

Saeran rested his chin in his palm. “You know, you’ve got some batter on your wrist.”

“Where?” Yoosung flipped the wrong hand and scrutinised the front and back.

“This one,” Saeran gently took Yoosung’s hand and licked the smear on the inside of his wrist.

Yoosung inhaled sharply. He tugged his hand out of Saeran’s grasp.

“S-saeran..not..n-not now..” he stuttered.

“Mmm later then,” Saeran smirked at him and put his loaf pan in the oven. “You about done?”

“Yeah..” Yoosung put his loaf pan in too and shut the oven door.

They washed up while waiting for the loaves to rise. The delicious aroma was making Yoosung’s mouth water.

When the oven dinged, he was very tempted to tear off a chunk and eat it right away. Instead he set both loaves on the cooling rack and watched as the steam rose to kiss his face. He had to swat Saeran’s hands away several times when he attempted to steal some before it was time.

Yoosung admire their creation, noting the texture. He wondered if it would be soft and moist on the inside. The fudge brownie flavour might end up with a more brownie like texture than bread. No matter, he and Saeran loved fudgy brownies.

Yoosung sliced the bread evenly then set a slice of mint chocolate chip and the fudge brownie each on two plates. He scooped a generous helping of the sweet cream coffee ice cream onto each one.

“I hope it’s good,” Yoosung licked his lips.

“It’s not,” Saeran said with his mouth full. “It’s great.”

“Really?” Yoosung dug in eagerly.

The warm bread paired with cold ice cream was really divine. The different flavours of the bread didn’t clash too much with the ice cream since it had more of a cream base. Although mint chocolate chip and sweet cream coffee was a slightly odd pair, it was still delicious on its own.

They had seconds. They convinced themselves that they had to finish the third pint of ice cream, but it was also because they weren’t satisfied with just one helping.

“We should try making this again.” Saeran smiled as he washed his plate.

“Yeah! I was thinking we should try other flavours and see how well different flavours complement each other.” Yoosung started rattling off the different combinations he thought would work.

“Yoosung,” Saeran called softly.

Yoosung spun around and looked up at Saeran. “Hmm?”

“Here, your prize.”

Saeran leaned down and brushed a kiss along Yoosung’s nape making him shiver. He nipped the sensitive flesh there softly before touching his lips gently to Yoosung’s.

His lips were a little cold, and he could taste the sweetness of the ice cream on Saeran. Yoosung snaked his arms around Saeran’s waist and sighed contentedly into the kiss.

[cutiesaeran]

The Star in the SKY - Chapter 6

A Yoosung x Saeran College AU (You can read this on AO3 here)

CH 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 7

I'm staring at the paper in front of me, pleasantly surprised at the grade. “A Study In How Floor Patterns Can Affect How People Walk” managed to somehow garner nearly top marks, despite how sure I was that it would be a disaster.

After he stormed out on me in class, I kinda gave up on working together with Saeran. I dutifully laid out the plans, resigned myself to compiling the data alone and then had him write about half of the paper. Since the main part was split into fourths, that wasn't all too difficult to divvy up and I was impressed with how much content he'd actually returned to me. Regardless, I hadn't bothered reading through it - I just didn't have the energy or drive to fix any errors if I found them - and had simply slapped the paper together and pulled together sorry excuses for the opening and closing paragraphs. I had expected a mediocre grade at best.

It's a nice way to start out the class, especially considering the topic I have decided upon for my solo paper; I'm going to look into why identical twins can grow up in the same environment yet still be so different. There may be a little personal interest in it… fine, a lot. It'll be a good topic, though! There's tons of research out there, plus I happen to have two friends- err, one friend and one… something - that qualify as identical twins, so I can sneak in a personal interview too.

That is, assuming I can get either of them to talk to me about it. Saeran seems less closed off about the past than Seven, but he’s made it fairly clear that he has no desire whatsoever to be near me. Seven will probably agree to the interview but be irritatingly vague, as usual. Oh well, at least it’ll count as a source even if I don’t get usable material and hey, I could be surprised, right? Probably not, but I’m going to try to be optimistic about this one.

The professor claps to get our attention, starting right into the lecture. Instead of listening, I pull out my phone and set it on my lap, flipping it open to shoot a quick text to Seven.

Me [12:50] Hey Seven ^^ Got a question for you!

I’m about to put it away when it buzzes softly; I should’ve known he’d respond immediately, he pretty much always does. Even in school.

Seven [12:51] wassuuuuuuup, homie? Lolol

Me [12:52] I was wondering if you’d be willing to let me interview you for class?

Me [12:54] You and uh… Saeran.

Seven [12:55] lolol

Seven [12:55] I can’t speak for brother dearest, u know that.

Me [12:57] I know, but… he won’t tlak to me adn I figurde he might sya yes if you ask

Seven [12:58] I’m sorry, I couldn’t read that with all the typos, could you send it again?

Me [12:59] Seven;;; please be serious

Seven [12:59] I’m always serious

Seven [13:00] are u really that scared of him?

I pause; am I scared of him? No, that’s not the right word. I don’t find him frightening or anything, but I’m not really in a hurry to approach him to ask for anything, either. He obviously doesn’t like me and I get this weird… feeling in my stomach when he says that. Kind of like dread, but that doesn’t make sense. Why would I feel dread over him saying he doesn’t like me?

Seven [13:03] Earth to Yoosungie, are you still there?

Me [13:04] I’m not scared of him, he doesn’t like me

Me [13:05] I don’t think he’d say yes if I ask. T_T

Seven [13:06] ...u think he doesn’t like you?

Me [13:07] yeah?

Me [13:10] I mean, he’s outright said that he doesn’t so why would I doubt that?

Me [13:15] Seven?

Seven [13:19] sorry, got busy

Seven [13:19] yah, I can ask for u, do u have a time you want to do this?

Me [13:21] the paper isn’t due for weeks yet, but soon?

Me [13:23] I just want to make sure I have plenty of time to get ready and then I can ask follow-up questions if needed?

Seven [13:25] ya

Seven [13:25] I’ll ask him later and let you know

Me [13:26] Thanks!

Seven [13:27] Anything for my cutie pie

Slumping in my seat in relief, I slip my phone into my pocket and smile absentmindedly at the notebook in front of me. That went pretty well, all things considered. Not that I expected Seven to turn me down, but it wasn't outside of the realm of possibility. Hopefully he'll be able to convince Saeran to talk to me, too; the interview will be useless if I can't talk to both of them. I doodle some stars on the side of the paper, not even bothering to take any notes during the remainder of the class. I’ll have to see if someone will loan me theirs later; at this point, there’s really no reason to start. I’ve missed too much already.

When it’s finally over, I take my time putting my stuff away. My next class is cancelled, so I plan to go to the library and start looking up things for my paper. It’s nice not having to rush for once, and the room in nearly empty by the time I stand up and sling my bag over my shoulder. I’m about to start heading toward the door when the sound of a throat being cleared behind me gives me pause. Turning around, I see Saeran standing there, looking at the ground and for once I’m glad that’s the case. I can tell I am doing a poor job of concealing my shock despite how much I’m wrestling with my face, and that fact is causing heat to flood my face in embarrassment.

I hate how easily I blush.

“Hi, Saeran. Um… did you need something?” Upon closer inspection, I see that he is holding his copy of our paper, clutching it with both hands tight enough that the paper is wrinkling between his fingers. Is he not happy with the grade? I shift uneasily, my arms tense at my sides as I nervously tap my fingers against my legs. Scrunching my mouth to the side, I dip my brows in concern and hope that I didn't somehow mess things up even more between us. 

He ducks his head a bit, shaking his red hair into his eyes, giving him a fringe to look through when he finally makes eye contact with me. The paper crunches a little in his grip and he leans a little to the left, placing his weight mostly on that foot. "I just wanted to say thanks. For how hard you worked on the paper, and-" A sigh and then he brings his hand up to swipe the hair aside, eyelids fluttering closed as he takes a large breath and releases it slowly. Blinking his eyes back open, he stands up straighter and seems to steel himself for whatever he's about to say. "I'm sorry for being such an asshole, Yoosung. You didn't deserve any of that, and I- I'm sorry."

Whoa, I didn't see that coming. "O-oh, it's okay!" I say, unable to help the smile crossing my face. "I forgive you." People often tell me that I'm too quick to forgive but looking at the relief that crosses his face, I don't know if I believe what they say is true. Honestly, I find the very act in itself incredibly freeing, and it helps me bounce back to my cheerful mood that I like to be in. Chewing on my lip a bit, I keep smiling at him, bouncing a bit on the balls of my feet out of excitement. If he is doing this, if he is apologizing, then maybe there is hope for a friendship between us yet?

Silence descends between us quickly, and I can sense the awkwardness emanating from him. I'm not sure how to make it more comfortable but I think maybe I can at least give it a shot. "So... how is school going for you? You're an art major, right?" The two pictures of me he's drawn immediately pop to the forefront of my mind, but I try to push them back; there's no way I'm asking about those anytime soon. Honestly, I'll probably never ask about those. For some reason I can't seem to identify, it feels like I glimpsed something meant to be private when I saw them.

"Yeah." The answer is short, but it's lacking the coldness that I've become used to hearing from him. He narrows his eyes at me a moment before sliding his bag off of his shoulder and unzipping it, shoving the paper in and pulling out a folder. Mint eyes linger on the black cover for a few moments before he offers it to me, his gaze back on the floor. "Here. I, um. I thought of you when-well. You'll see. Anyway, h-have a good rest of your day." As soon as I accept it, he shuts the bag and turns to leave, one hand going up to ruffle his hair. Confused, I blink down at the folder a moment before realizing something.

"W-wait!" I call out, hurrying forward to try to catch him, but he's already almost out the door. When he turns back, I falter a bit in my steps when his eyes meet mine; there's an intensity and warmness to them that I've never seen there before, and is that the beginning of a blush on his cheeks? "I-I, uhm. I sorta zoned out today and missed most of the lecture," I start, running my hand over the back of my neck and smiling at him sheepishly. Eyebrows furrowing, he tilts his head to the side as he waits for me to continue. "Is there any chance that I can, uh, borrow your notes to copy?"

The air between us is suddenly heavy, and I can't help but feel like this is a crossroads in our relationship, that the answer he gives me is going to be indicative of the path we travel on from here. I'm clasping my hands together in front of me, one of my thumbs rubbing over the other as I wait for what seems like eons for an answer. The ghost of a smile flickers across his face suddenly and he nods, one again grabbing his bag and reaching in, this time pulling out a notebook and opening it to rip out a couple of pages. My grin stretches to the point of taking up most of my lower face and I reach out to take them, shivering when my fingers brush against his. Retracting his hand as though the touch burned, his face turns a little pinker than before and he mumbles something about returning them at the next class before rushing away, disappearing down the hallway.

Shrugging off my own bag so that I can put both the notes and the folder in it, I wonder for a moment what it was about that small touch that caused my heart to start racing. It makes no sense to me, unless it's just because we've never really touched before? Whatever. I stare for a moment at the folder before quickly exiting the room completely, leaning against the hallway wall. He'd said he'd thought of me in some way in connection to what is inside; there's no way I can't look, I'm too curious. So I open it, my eyes widening and letting out an awed breath at what I see.

It's a painting of the night sky, vivid in its use of color and absolutely breathtaking to see. There's a gorgeous shooting star crossing in the middle, and I run a finger over it, marveling at the contrast it casts against the dark background and the other stars. It's just so beautiful, and he thought of me when he saw it? Or wait... there's some initials on the bottom, I think. I peer at them, gasping when I make out what I think is "S.C."; can it be? Flipping it over, I see a short note on the back:

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Blog Post Translation: December 21st, 2020: 354* Merry BeyoBeyo Christmas!!

Enjoy, and please don’t repost without credit!

Yaa This is Satoyoshi Utano

Thank you very much for the comments and likes yesterday as well!! I read all of them <3

Today, We did the "BEYOOOOONDS FC Event 2019 ~Christmas no Jin ZIN~"~!!!!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

It's been 4 months since we did a Jin ZIN! Before I look back at the event, There was a surprise announcement in the first performance

In the spring, BEYOOOOONDS will be performing in a play The title is! Engeki Joshi-bu "AraBEYOOOOONDS Night"!!!!!!

Arabian Night x BEYOOOOONDS!! We still don't know anything about it yet, But, just by thinking about the parts that I know, I think that it'll definitely, definitely be a fun work! <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 I'm excited for the story, the roles, and the costumes...... I wonder what it'll be...... *

Everyone, please look forward to it too, okay <3

Now, I'll look back on the event

Today, if Uu had to put it in one phrase, "Stommmmmping my feet ****".

The end.

I'm kidding.

First, We sang "Jingle Bells" And greeted everyone from the audience

It was the first time that I properly sang Jingle Bells......! :O Everyone waved at us a lot, so Uu was happy <3 <3

Next! We used the Christmas ornaments like a lottery, choosing paper that either had a talk theme, or punishment game written on them, It was a talk corner where everyone could sit down (or maybe not? LOL) The punishment game was different for each person, Koba caused a miracle with the kendama, Koko-chan was obsessed with a pedometer, The laughter didn't end, right from the start...... LOLOLOL It was fun, huh~

After that, We unveiled "I'm not afraid of balloons! Gannen Bungee Quiz"!!!!

It's a game where Whoever breaks the balloon first Can answer common sense questions, and intro quizzes!!

This is where the pro Okamura Miimi was born. Miimi is really quick to break balloons LOLOL

And! On top of that!!!! Satoyoshi Uu-san didn't lose very much.....! (I'm saying that myself)

"Stommmmmping my feet ****". I'm the type that smash them with one foot

Miimi is the type who sits on the balloons, Koko-chan is the type that twists them in her first Nishicha is the type that lifts it up in the air like a Spirit Bomb and smashes it, It was fun to just break the balloons since each member's personality came out through it

If you break them with your feet, the impact on you isn't so strong, and can you squeeze them without hesitating ;) I thought I would be scared of breaking them before I did it, But it was surprisingly a ton of fun <3

I also surprisingly answered the questions......? Maybe?

The three of us won in the second performance <3 <3 <3

In the live corner, We did a cover of Moritaka Chisato-san's "Jin JIn Jingle Bells" <3 I think that BEYOOOOONDS' loud feeling appeared <3 :) <3 :) <3

It's a little bit before Christmas, But I was happy to be able to have a fun time with everyone <3

Next year too, let's surely spend Christmas together with everyone <3 <3

Well then! Tomorrow, we have various meetings in OSaka I'll do my best tomorrow, too! Okay! <3

See ya!

Goodnight <3

[thirstyfortom]

Hello! I really like your blog. Can I ask to write about how RFA + Saeran forgot about MC's birthday and missed it? If it's possible from their viewpoint.

Oh boy, that got so long, these are basically mini-fics, I’m just too lazy to take it out of the topics lolol. Hope you enjoy it! ^^

   RFA + Saeran forgetting MC’s birthday

Zen

His new musical debuted that night, after it was over, he ran to the dressing room looking for you, but… you weren’t there?

He asked the staff if you were still in your seat, they said they didn’t even see you that night.

“Oh, she must be with Jaehee.” He texted both of you, none of you texted back. Weird…

He called you, nothing. He called Jaehee, she answered, but there was some loud music playing. “Jaehee, is MC with you?”

“WHAT??? ZEN, WHERE ARE YOU??? ARE YOU OUTSIDE???” she was yelling

“Outside where, Jaehee? Outside the theatre?” “WHAT??? ZEN, MC IS WORRIED, AREN’T YOU COMING???” he heard Yoosung yelling  “BOO, WHAT KIND OF BOYFRIEND MISSES HER OWN GIRLFRIEND’S BIRTHDAY PARTY???YOU’RE MISSING IT, PRETTY BOY, THIS PARTAAAAY IS CRAZY” he sounded drunk

Then it hit him… SHIT! It was today! Your birthday!!! How could he forget that?

He saw you in the morning, you sounded so excited, but you were always so bubbly, he didn’t even notice you were especially excited that day. Oh god… just remembering your beautiful smile made his heart sink in guilty. Why didn’t you say anything?

“Wake up, Zen! She’s not like you to be bragging about her own  birthday!” he thought. Yes, you were nothing like him at all, you were so sweet, so selfless… he was a selfish workaholic who abandoned her girlfriend in her first birthday with you! Ugh… he was the worst boyfriend ever!

His colleagues invited him to an after party, he declined. He needed to know where your party was happening… Calling you would be the most embarrassing and hurtful thing he could ever do!

Calling Jaehee seemed hopeless. Yoosung? Yeah, obviously not!  Seven would tease him for not knowing where the party was. There was only one person discreet enough he could call… but it was Jumin fucking Han! God… asking that jerk a favor made him feel sick, but it was for MC… he would do anything for his precious girlfriend.

 Jumin answered quickly, the music wasn’t too loud, he was probably a little away from the crowd, that antisocial freak! No…  he needed to ask him a favor, it wasn’t the time to cuss him out. “Where are you? MC is concerned” he said in a monotone tone.

 “I need to ask you something, but you have to promise me you won’t say anything! If you say something, I swear I’ll…” “You’re about to ask me a favor, yet you’re threatening me? How bold…” “LISTEN, YOU JERK! I get it, I’m an asshole, ok? I screwed up her birthday! You have no idea how much I regret it… I…” no, he could not do that talking with Jumin, pull yourself together! “I need to know the address of the party…”

 “Are you serious? You really don’t know?” “Don’t make me feel worse, dude! I can do that by myself!” “I’m not doing it on purpose, I’m just reminding you of your irresponsibility… did you even get her a present?” “DUUUUUUDE! I TOLD YOU I COULD MAKE MYSELF FEEL WORSE! OH GOD!”

 “Zen, pull yourself together, please. This is quite embarrassing for me too… think objectively, what can you do right now? There must be something…” Zen thought for a few seconds… there was something he could do!

“Hey, jerk! I thought of something! Tell me the address and I’ll take care of everything else! I just need a prop I saw backstage and…” “What do I get in return?” “DUDE, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?”

 “I’m a business man, I need to know what will be my gain on this.” He could almost see the smirk on that son of a bitch’s face. “Fine! There’s something I can do along with my… surprise for MC. Give me the address and see for yourself.” “But…” “Just trust me on this one, ok? Now here’s what you need to do…”

You were dancing with Seven, he was making silly moves to make you laugh and distract you from your concern about your boyfriend.

Were you mad? Nah, why would you? It was his career after all… I mean, should you be mad about your boyfriend forgetting your birthday? The first one with you as a couple? Even if he couldn’t ditch work, he saw you in the morning, he should had said something! A day has fucking 24 hours, Zen! Calling you wouldn’t take more than a few minutes, for fuck’s sake. Yep, you were mad.

Seven stepped away from you a little, you looked like you were gonna punch someone. Then, he stared at the little stage on the nightclub, you followed his gaze and… what was Jumin doing up there?

“Is this thing on? Is it? Okay…” he said in the microphone, then he cleared his throat and took a piece of paper from his pocket “Yes, good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We gathered here today to celebrate our dear friend, MC’s birthday tonight.” A blue light showed up to your face as people applauded you, what was Jumin doing? This was so embarrassing…

“I sincerely hope it was a day of joy for you, MC, that you received all the love and affection from your friends and family. And… I hope you’re prepared right now… for the ultimate demonstration of love from your boyfriend.” You could hear people making “uuuhh…” sounds. “He made me say this tacky speech and, to quote him, ‘I apologize for being late, I’m selfish and I care too much about my image, that’s why I didn’t even consider not doing that musical today. However… to show you how much I love you and how sorry I am, I’m letting go of my image today, I’m even letting go of my pride and letting a jerk read my apologize for you.’ Oh… I’m, I’m the jerk right now. Interesting… anyway, enjoy your boyfriend’s gift, MC!” he got off the stage still muttering “How ungrateful…”

 The nightclub staff carried a huge cake to the stage. Oh god… you knew where this was going, oh no… Yep. Your boyfriend came out of the cake wearing only underwear with a decorative bow on it and… freaking cat ears on his head.

Seven was laughing hard, Jaehee was feeling bold after a couple of drinks and took a lot of pictures, Yoosung was passed out on the corner and didn’t see anything, Jumin kept his head low trying not to let everybody see him chuckling, and you… were still a little mad, but it was impossible not to feel happy to see him (and maybe a little turned on)

So you just went up on that stage and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, he whispered “happy birthday” and you smiled softly, it was impossible not to smile right now.

Yoosung

 “Yoosung, I let your green shirt on the hanger, oh, and be careful when you go to the bathroom, I think there’s something wrong with the lock… The roast beef is on the oven, don’t touch it! I’ll just go to the convenience store and see if they have that sauce we liked the other day, ok?”

“Mmmmhmm” he mumbled, staring at his laptop’s screen. You couldn’t bother wondering if he was really listening, you were in such a hurry to get everything done.

He didn’t know why you were running everywhere, it was just dinner! What was so special about this one?

 He was just worried about this quest, there were so many rare items available right then.

He was done a few minutes later, he stretched his arms and let out a yawn. “MC?” you didn’t answer. “MC? Are you in the bathroom? I’m coming in…” he entered and the door closed behind him.

He yelped, scared. He tried to open the door a few times and got more and more tense as he realized he was really trapped inside the bathroom. His phone was on his bedroom. Shit…

He heard the living room’s door being open.  “MC? MC, is that you?”

“Yoosung? Where are you?” “I’m trapped in the bathroom, I think there’s something wrong with the lock” “Yes, I know” “You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“ I told you, Yoosung! You didn’t hear anything I said before I left?” “Where were you, anyways?” You sighed deeply. “Nevermind, Yoosung, let me call a locksmith and try to get you out of here before the night is completely ruined!”

Wow, you really sounded frustrated, this dinner was that important to you? Why?

“Oh, don’t worry, MC!  I can always cook some fried rice really quick like I normally do.” “Well, isn’t that the point? Doing something different because tonight is special?”

“Oh, sure…” Why is tonight special? Think, Yoosung, think! “Yes, tonight is a very special day…for… us?”

You glared at the door as you could actually see him. “Yoosung? What day is today?” “Today? T-Today? Hum… Friday?”

“I knew it! I knew you weren’t listening to me earlier, I knew you didn’t know what day is today! Gosh, I’m so stupid! My friends tried to drag me to this bar, but no, I insisted on spending my birthday with my boyfriend!” OH FUCK!

M-MC! It’s today! Yeah!” “Yes, you could at least notice the presents that came, but you were too busy with that fucking game all day, right?” You were freaking terrifying when you swore, he was shivering

“MC, I don’t even know how to proper apologize right now, I’m so sorry! I… bought your present months ago and I guess I just… forgot?”

“Yes, Yoosung, you forget everything around you when you play that game! Seriously… I… I can’t believe the only way to make you listen to me is with  you locked up like this… this is so… fucked up!” Another swear, another shiver! But what you said gave him an idea. “So… keep me like this…” “What?”

 “Seriously, keep me like this! We can call the locksmith tomorrow morning. I don’t have my phone or computer with me, so all I can focus is your voice now. Tell me everything and I’ll listen.” “What are you saying? This is weird!”

“So let’s do it as a game! How about that: for every year of your life, you tell me something I should know about you? Silly things or meaningful things, you tell me everything and I’ll listen!” You were still hesitating, but… your boyfriend listening to you all night long? That was… sort of fun… you took a deep breath and sat in front of the bathroom door. You could not see each other, but that was better, so you wouldn’t feel embarrassed telling him… very intimate things. “Okay… fact number one about me…”

It was morning when you finished, you both were laughing because you told him funny things about you in high school. “Hey, MC?” “Yes, Yoosung?”  “I know I’m late, but… happy birthday!” “Thank you, Yoosung… now let’s get you out of there” your voice got back to the sweet tone he loved so much, he knew he had to do a lot to make it up to you, but now… he was just relieved you didn’t sound mad, and he learned so much about you, this would be really useful later…

As soon as he was released, he rushed over you and planted a firm and passionate kiss in your lips, you’ve never seen him like this! “Thanks for your services, sir. Now if you’ll excuse us, I have to make my girlfriend’s dream number 18 come true!” he paid the guy, took your hand and leaded you to the bedroom.

Jaehee

She would never! I mean, NEVER EVER forget your birthday! As soon as you started dating, she marked the date on her calendar, she was prepared for this day months ago!

You probably knew she was planning everything, so it hit her. You KNEW, it would be no surprise for you at all! She never saw your surprised face before, she would love to see your eyes widening, your mouth opening in a gasp and then turning into a smile for her… oh… it must be so adorable!

You always complimented her diligence, her ability to plan something at every detail, but now… she just wanted not to be like that, at least for one day, your day… she had to surprise you somehow!

So she thought… what if she pretended to forget your birthday? And when the day was almost ending, she would surprise you with something very romantic and special? It would be so bold and unexpected of her, she couldn’t wait to show you this side of her!

It was harder than she thought. When the day came, she kept holding back all the hugs she wanted to give you, the urge to say “Happy Birthday! I love you!”. God… you were looking at her as if you were expecting something! Those puppy eyes, ugh… somebody save her!

But she kept going through, it would all be worthy for both of you at the end of the day.   “Jaehee, is there something you wanna say to me?” “Hum… you’re doing a good work today, MC!” “Jaehee, you have nothing to give me today?” “Oh yeah, I have you to give this receipt from the milk distributor, you forgot to sign here.” This was fucking torture!

You two closed the cafe in complete silence, she noticed you weren’t as excited as you were that morning. Your smile disappeared from your face as soon as the last customer left.     

“So,MC, ready to head home?” “Oh, I… already have plans for tonight.” WHAT? “Oh… you do?” “Yeah, I’m gonna get some drinks with some friends.” “N-No! You can’t!” she said in a high and surprised tone. “Why not?”

“W-Well, because you… didn’t you say you were trying to quit drinking?” “I think you’re mistaking me with Zen, Jaehee…” SHIT!

“I’ll be back soon, you don’t have to wait me awake if you don’t want to.” Oh… your passive-aggressive tone, it gave her the creeps everytime you acted like that.

“Well, can I… can I go with you?” “Oh, it’s just a silly thing with some girls from college, I don’t think you would enjoy that much…  but you’re more than welcome to come.” Yeah, you definitely didn’t want her to join you, you were PISSED

“So… I’ll go home just to take a shower and change, ok?” Oh no, the surprise! Time to move, Jaehee! “MC, YOU CAN’T GO!” you looked at her, surprised. Noticing you got a little scared, she lowered her voice “P-Please… don’t go…”

“Why not?” Think of something! Quick! “W-well, b-be-e-cause… I… I…  I don’t like your friends, MC!” “What?” “Yes, you… act different after you see them, you get… immature and… annoying!” you could not believe this! Neither could she, what was she doing? When did everything get so out of control?

“Annoying?” you scoffed “Wow, okay… thanks for the note, Jaehee! I’ll… well, sorry to disappoint you, but I’ll go get annoying and immature with my friends  tonight, at least they don’t forget my fucking birthday!” and you stormed out of the cafe. She was just… speechless, she could not think of a reaction right now.

She thanked God for the fact that the house you shared was not far from the cafe, she could reach you without a problem.

 And she got home just in time to see the face she was craving so much to see, but… the tears weren’t a part of her fantasy. “MC? I… I’m so sorry. I… tried to make you a surprise, I thought it would be even surprising  if I pretended I forgot your birthday, but now I see it was so childish of me. I’m really sorry, MC! I don’t hate your friends, I just said that to keep you away from the house, I think they’re great just like you, they’re funny and creative and… bold, like you! And… definitely not like me… I’m-”

You interrupted her with a intense yet sweet kiss, she was took by surprise, but quickly catched up with you. “Don’t talk about yourself like this, especially on my birthday…” “Yes, of course, MC, I’ll just say sweet things from now on…”

“You should start with a ‘Happy Birthday!’” you both laughed through your tears, you two looked so dork, it was so cute…

Jumin

He didn’t really forgot, he just… miscalculated how long that business trip would last.

At least that’s what he told Zen over the phone when he called very angry and judgemental about missing his “so called precious girlfriend”. Jumin didn’t want to hear anything of this, mainly because he knew Zen was… ugh… right…

He wanted to call you, but was he really ready to listen your sad voice? Would he be able to handle it? His emotions were still a mysterious field, even if you were helping him through. But the things you said and did affected him on a very unpredictable way, so… calling you seemed reckless right now.

He would miss it, it was already set. He wouldn’t make in time. All that was left was trying to get you the most thoughtful and amazing gift and take some days off from work to make it up to you. Would it be enough?

But then… he saw the photos in the chatroom. MC and the other RFA members at a bar, it would be a cute friend’s photo if Zen WEREN’T THAT CLOSE TO YOU, WITH HIS ARM AROUND YOUR SHOULDER!!!

Jumin let out a low groan… this wasn’t right! It was supposed to be his arm around your shoulder… and probably not in that commoner’s bar. You deserved so much better on your birthday! You deserved… a better boyfriend…

He caught himself on his private jet, telling the pilot to get there asap. It was a good weather, this wouldn’t take long.

And it really didn’t, but now there was another problem… Driver Kim was not picking up his calls! What was he doing? Oh right… Jumin gave him some days off since he was on this business trip, only because MC insisted he needed some rest… he would feel aroused about all this irony if this wasn’t gettin in the way of something so important.

He took a cab, this driver didn’t feel reliable, but he was desperate. And the guy guaranteed he could get him to his destination in the shortest amount of time.

He just saw the light and heard a loud bang on the side of the cab… then everything got dark.

Zen gave you a ride to the hospital on his bike. He was mad, but tried to stay collected to not make you feel more nervous. Jaehee, Seven and Yoosung were already there. Zen and Jaehee wanted to go with you, you insisted on going alone and Seven convinced everybody this was the best right then.   

“Don’t talk! Don’t even try using your smothering words to make me forget what you did, Jumin Han! What were you thinking? Are you insane?” Silence… “ANSWER ME!”

“You… said you didn’t want me to talk…” he said with his usual calm tone, but in the inside he was terrified, you seemed… not like yourself at all. “Jumin, I swear to God I’ll slap this handsome face of yours and give this hospital a reason to keep you here for a while, don’t test me right now!” you were so scary! And sexy… no, FOCUS, JUMIN!

 “I didn’t want to miss your birthday, it didn’t seem right…” “So what? How getting on an unlicensed cab fit into this? Oh my god… do you have any idea how panicked I got when the hospital called me?” you were trying to compose yourself “Why did you get back? I was ok with your business trip getting longer than planned…” “I… saw the photo in the chatroom, you and… Zen…” oh, he should not have mentioned that, you were losing it again.

“Zen? You were worried about Zen? Oh my god, Jumin! What the fuck is wrong with you? What were you thinking? Seriously, I want to know how your brain works! Did you really think I was cheating on you?”

“I WASN’T THINKING, MC! I was… I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I saw the photo and I just knew I had to be there with you. That’s what happens, I don’t… think when it’s about you, I just… feel.”

“Jumin, I made myself very clear about using sweet talk right now…” “But it’s the truth, I swear! MC, I love you, I want to be with you at every special moment of your life.” “And do you think this is a special moment? You in a hospital bed making me feel so terrified of losing you? On my fucking birthday, Jumin?” your voice was breaking, and then came the tears.

 “I’m sorry for making you worry, MC. I was childish and imprudent, and I should do better when it concerns you, us… I’m… really sorry… and this feels completely inappropriate, but… happy birthday…” you sighed heavily and gave up, being angry wouldn’t take you anywhere. Your boyfriend was alive, just a few scratches here and there, and you were together! You curled up to him on the bed, then you just… talked.

“Did you really came here on Zen’s bike? Did you wear a helmet? Did you… put your arms around him?” “Jumin, Zen is the least of your problems right now, just wait till we get home.” again… so terrifyingly sexy… it felt strange hearing these things instead of saying it for once.

Saeyoung

You two were not on speaking terms right now, it was a pretty bad fight, although now he didn’t really remember how and why it started. It was something about one of his pranks? About him going too far? Yes, it was something like this…

Anyways, he didn’t feel like apologizing, you were probably overreacting, soon you would come to your senses and talk to him again.

But this was taking too long, he haven’t heard from you for almost a week, were you that mad? The RFA members were refusing to talk about this, this was between you two, he should solve this if it was bothering him so much.

He got out of his office for the first time in three days and heard someone in the living room. It was you? Were you finally back? Hum, no… it was Saeran. And he was… wrapping this box on a shiny red wrapper?

“Hey bro, whachu doing?” “What do you think I’m doing? Wrapping this gift, you fool! MC’s favorite color is red, right?” “Yes, it is… is this for MC?” “No, is for the pope… of course it is for her!”

“Why?” “Quit shitting around and go get ready, we’re gonna be late!” “Late for what, Saeran? What’s going on?” “MC’s party! Seriously, did you bang your head or something?” “Party, why is she having a party?” he felt a little hurt you were throwing parties while you two were fighting like that.

“Wait… did you really forget?”  “What? What did I forget?” “Holy fuck! You really forgot your girlfriend’s birthday!” “What? No, I didn’t! Her birthday is in a few months, bro!” “Hum, no ‘bro’, it’s today!”. Saeyoung scoffed: “No, it isn’t! Come on… I checked every information about her when we met, there’s no way I would forget the day she was born!” “Well, check again, you probably messed up the informations in your stupid brain.” He was starting to get mad at Saeran for doubting him, he was the one messing it up! So he went to check your background history  and yes, your birthday was… your birthday was… shit! TODAY!

“Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Oh Lord!” he started panicking and running in the house. How could he forget? He was so adamant about you apologizing he didn’t even notice that day was coming? What a selfish asshole he was! “Oh my God, Saeran! I’m so screwed!” “Yep…”

“Don’t ‘yep’ me! Help me! I need to do something!” “Exactly, YOU need to, don’t get me involved in this, you were the one who screwed up, just apologize to her already!” “This isn’t enough! I, Saeyoung Choi, need to come up with something as special and amazing as my lady. And you were gonna help me! This is a mission for the Choi boys!” “I asked you a million times not to call us that…”

He came with a plan and headed with his brother to your place. When he got there, he noticed it wasn’t a big party, it was more like an intimate reunion with RFA and your closest friends. Hum… he was expecting something big as his surprise, but this would do, anyways.

Saeran cleared his throat and gathered everybody’s attention. “MC, my brother is an asshole and he wants to ‘apologize’. Enjoy this freak show and happy birthday!” he said in a monotone tone as turning the music on.

And then Saeyoung came out of your bedroom lip syncing “Birthday” by Katy Perry in a full cosplay of her. Nobody was in shock because, well… they already knew your boyfriend, you got embarrassed when you looked at your parents watching that. When he finished, people weren’t sure if they should clap or not.

“I’m so sorry, MC! I’m such a prick for not talking to you and there’s nothing I could say right now to make it up to you, so I did this. If I can’t be mature enough, at least I can make you laugh, and… I believe it was the great american artist Katy Perry who said ‘So make a wish! I’ll make it like your birthday every day!’. Happy birthday, MC! I love you!”

“Oh, Saeyoung…” you were crying and leaned to him, he was waiting for a kiss, but you went to his ear and whispered: “Got you!” He looked at you puzzled as Zen and Yoosung unrolled a banner where it could read “You got pranked, brah!”

“MC, what’s happening?” “I was mad at you because of that bad prank you pulled on me last week, so I decided to take some revenge. I told everybody to come here today to pretend it was my birthday, so it would look like you forgot it.” “But your background history…  the date…” “Saeran took care of this for me. You’re not the only hacker in the family, right?” he looked at Saeran, he just raised his glass with a smirk. “Oh, and putting Katy Perry as one of my interests was his idea too. I had no idea you were going to show up like this… guess he knows you a little better than I do”

“Oh… my… God! I… I… ” he looked shocked, almost hurt, now you were wondering if you went too far… but the truth was… he was so happy you and his brother were getting along, even teaming up to make something for him, even if it was to make him look like a fool, he didn’t mind, he was just… really happy “I LOVE YOU TWO SO MUCH!” and he pulled you and Saeran in a tight hug.

Saeran

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” he was cursing and pacing back and forth ever since he saw the calendar, it was today! How could he forget?

Truth be told, he had one of his episodes last night, when that happened, he would lost his sense of time and place. This would be even worse when you weren’t around to calm him down, and why weren’t you around? Oh yeah, you were planning your birthday party, yeah, that one he refused to help with because ‘it was lame’ as he told you over the phone. Oh god…He was the worst, wasn’t he?

He got out of his bedroom and went looking for Saeyoung, but all he found was a note. “Helping MC, party starts at 9 pm at her place, don’t be late! P.S.: Call her, bro. Love, Saeyoung” he rolled his eyes, but this was kind of useful. Except for that piece of advice about calling you. How could he? He didn’t talk to you all day and you would notice right away the reason the disappeared, and you would be worried, his brother would hear about this and they both would feel guilty for leaving him alone and… he hated to see your concerned expression, it was too much painful.

At least he bought a nice gift, it was a simple bracelet, but he knew you should have it when he saw you looking at it that day you two went to shopping. Now he just needed to take a quick shower and find some decent clothes. He still had time, right? WRONG!

It was already 10 pm! How could he lost notion of time  that much? He felt like shit! Your place was pretty far from Saeyoung’s bunker, it would take at least a half hour to get there by train. What about by car?

He went to the garage and took one of his brother’s car, Saeyoung woudn’t like this, but he didn’t give a shit right now. It was all about you!

He was a little rusty from driving, but still knew the basics, like… stopping and… most important, accelerating! And boy, did he speed it up

He muttered a “fuck! What now?” when he saw the police car reflected on the rearview mirror.Yeah, he knew he had to stop, this guy wouldn’t get off his back.  

“Documents, sir?” “Shit! I don’t… I don’t have it right now!” “Sir, are you aware that you were much faster than the speed limit?” “Yeah, look… I’m just trying to make it to my girlfriend’s party, I’m pretty late and…” “Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to get out of the car…” “What? Fuck! No!” “Sir, please… I don’t want to use force!” “Well, I don’t want to use force either, so just get the fuck away!” “Sir, calm down a little and…” “No! Don’t tell me what to do, your asshole! I know my rights!” “So you know you have the right to remain silent, you are arrested for contempt of authority, just come with me calmly or I’ll charge you for resisting to prison too.” FUCK! He didn’t even mind about this, all he could think of was you… and how disappointed you would be right now

You and Saeyoung came to the police station, neither of you said anything, you two were too scared. Saeran could not have a criminal record, nobody should know about this, what if his father found out? That’s what you two were thinking, but were too scared to say it out loud. “Me and Jumin are taking care of this, don’t worry, nobody will know a thing. At least I managed to not let him get locked up, so he’s in the interrogation room. Go talk to him but make it quick, okay?” you nodded, you didn’t know what to say

He took a quick glance at you and lowered his head, he could not look you in the eye right now. “I… I know you’re mad, ok? I’m sorry! I was just… trying to get to your place, I didn’t know I was so late, you know what happen when I have… those panic attacks, and… I should’ve called you, my stupid brother was fucking right, I can’t believe it! I feel so shitty right now, MC! I can’t believe I’m putting you to this on your own birthday, I’m such a piece of shit! I… I… don’t deserve you at all. I’m…”

You interrupted him with a hug. He was handcuffed, but oh did he want to hug you back… even if he knew he didn’t deserve it… “I was so worried about you…” were you… crying? Oh no… “You can’t do this to me, Saeran! That cop had a gun! What if he… oh, I don’t even want to say it!” Wait! Weren’t you mad? You were… worried…? For him?

“A – Aren’t you… mad?” “Of course I’m mad! But I’m more relieved to see you’re ok, I love you so much! You know that?”

“Yes, of course I know, MC. And I hate to see you like this because of me, you should be smiling today, no, not just today, everyday!” “So don’t get into trouble because of me, you dork!” oh, you called him dork, you were calming down… “I won’t, I swear! Me being safe will be your birthday gift! This and… this.” He pointed to the little box in his pocket. “They took everything from me, but I woudn’t let they take this… Happy Birthday, MC! I mean… as happy as can be…”

You laughed and took the box out of his pocket, you opened, looked at him and kissed him in a sloppy and desperate way. “Okay, break it off you two! This isn’t a motel room!” The cop interrupted getting in the room. “You must know some important people, fella. You’re getting away with a clean file.” “So I’m free to go?” “Yep, let me just get you out of these handcuffs and you can escort your lady.”

“Oh, he better do much more than escort me when we’re out of here. Oh, and don’t feel too comfortable about getting rid of these handcuffs, you’ll be back to them as soon as we get home, maybe I have a pair that matches my new bracelet?” the look in your eyes… he could tell you weren’t kidding. This was a huge turn on, but he wasn’t really used to you playing this role, so he wasn’t sure what to expect… “Can you keep me arrested here for tonight, officer? I feel I’ll be safer around here.