#Idek what this is *bows apologetically*

[onlyseokmins]

Thinking abt neighbor!mingyu who mows the grass w/ no shirt on and also jogs unnecessarily shirtless around the neighborhood. You're sure he's not doing it on purpose. No way was he deliberately doing stretches and flexing outside your fence. Absolutely mere coincidence when you peek outside and he just so happens to wink at you, tongue playfully jutting out between his brilliantly white canines.

It kinda pisses you off. Two can play at that game and it's not long before you're taking back the trash cans during his morning run. No bra on so your nipples poke adorably through your loose tank to match his that heave at the visual.

Accidentally dropping the lids once a week, giving him a view down your shirt and something very nice to think about later as you stumble and apologize, batting your eyelashes for disrupting his run. Pretty soon he just gets used to helping your silly clumsy self, also seizing the opportunity to know you a little bit better while subconsciously feeling your soft skin when he hands you back the dropped item. Continuing conversation over your fence that he leans against with a bicep thrown over and a sparkle in his eyes.

On warmer days, you spray the hose absentmindedly. Washing away dirt, watering the plants... It doesn't really matter what it is because you're obviously dousing yourself by total accident. Drenching your shirt with cold water that has your shrieking and Mingyu running over to see what's wrong.

He also gets to see the prettiest lace underneath your now see-through white shirt and maybe he's a lil boob obsessed but then he does something even worse! Gives you his shirt out of consideration! Now you have to watch him traipse around, tiddies and broad shoulders - lean and mean muscle, rippling and shining in the sunlight while he fusses w/ the hose that you broke intentionally.

Smh.

The games go on and on, the two of you heathens exposing as much skin allowed before the elderly couple across the street could report you for public indecency.

Still, do clothes even matter when mingyu fucks you real nice and hard from below while you bounce pathetically on his thick cock? He's suckling on your tits he loves sm, eyes bright and a woofish grin when he bites down on your nipple a little too hard.

"Guess I won't have to worry about running shirtless in the neighborhood anymore. Especially not when I can get plenty of exercise like this with you."

[hyun-xxe]

It started on an Airplane (Slight!Yan!TXT X F! Reader)

summary: There is always a .00000001% chance you meet a celebrity on an average day, its even more rare that you run into them on the plane, however its even more rarer when you just so happen to sit next to them. You caught their attention and they're hooked.

warnings: slight yandere tendencies, txt are lowkey OOC bc idek, obsession, they don't go too far, might be a part 2

You never really believed in fated chances growing up, it all seemed so childish to you. How could it be possible that something ever so rare could even come true? Where was the science in this?

However, maybe it does exist to those who never really thought it was true since this was karmas way of saying "Ha dumb Bitch it is real!" because somehow, your ticket to your way back home got mixed up in the midst of things which is where you are at right now.

You were in Korea with some friends for about 3 weeks just for the vacation of it after graduating from High School. It was a nice retreat away from everything and you would honestly consider visiting again. However, now coming back home and hearing that only your ticket out of your four friends somehow got misplaced made you nervous and annoyed.

"We are really sorry about that maam." the worker explained, bowing to a 90 degree angle.

You sighed as you shook your head- since you dont understand Korean, the conversation was going a lot longer than you hoped for and you didn't want to sound like an asshole asking for someone who speaks English.

Bringing out your phone, you typed in what you are going to say, "It's alright, I understand how busy you are. However, I was wondering if there is anyone here that speaks english as I am not the best with korean."

The lady nodded her head in understanding and walked off to get the manager. You turned to your friends who sent you apologetic looks your way, "Well, at least this happened at the end and not the beginning, right?" you tried laughing it off.

Cherry, your friend, walked up to give you a tight hug, "I'm sorry Y/N, this trip was your gift and somehow this happens to you." she says as she releases you, "Are you sure you don't want to trade tickets? None of us mind at all."

You shook your head, "Thanks for the offer, but that wouldn't sit right with me. You guys go ahead and head to your gate, I don't want to make y'all late." you usher them off, sending them smiles. but once they left your smile changed.

"Hello maam, I heard what happened and I just wanted to apologize on behalf of our ignorance, we didn't realize this was going to happen at all." he bowed.

Turning around, you notice he was slightly younger, maybe aorund his mid twenties. He also looked nowhere near a regular employee, but you didn't feel like questioning him, after all, he was the only one you could understand.

"Thanks for apologizing, but I just really want to know how you guys can resolve this? I really need to head home today." you say.

He walks up to a computer and types something up, "Ok, and where are you heading to?" he asked, peering over the top of the computer.

"Calistoga, California." you answer.

Typing in your response, he hums as he searches through, "Ok, I am seeing some planes that leave to Dallas Texas, then to LA, then after that to your home town. Would that be alright?"

You thought for a moment, while it wasnt the same overlay as your friends, you decided to take it quickly before someone else does. You were running low on money and couldn't really afford staying another night, "Yes! That's perfect!"

The manager smiles and types some more, "Since it was a mess up on our end, there is no need to worry about the cost, it is covered completely as well as any hotels you need to stay at in Dallas or LA." a ticket prints up and he hands it over to you, "Your plane leaves in 30 minutes and we have upgraded you to business class."

Taking the ticket, you couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. Hearing "free" and "upgrade" in one sentence made you instantly forget about being angry.

"Thank you so much, this means a lot to me!" you say and pick up your carry on. As you walked through the crowd, you made sure to hold onto that ticket as tightly as you could, praying that it doesn't somehow slip from your fingers.

When you ended up in front of your gate, you plopped down on the seat and texted your friends that the manager found a plane for you, but that you were going to be in a different overlay than them.

it didn't really matter since all of you were ending up in the same town anyways and they promised to pick you up from the airport if they land first. You were happy when your group was called as all the worry and stress you were facing is finally gone and done away with - you were finally heading home to see your family and boy did you have stories to tell them.

Since you were so lost in mind, the bright light flashing around you almost turned your fight or flight senses on. You thought it was by mistake and opened your eyes, only to get blinded once again multiple times. "What the fuck is happening?" you whispered and squinted your eyes to get a better look.

Across from you, standing behind a red rope, were many people screaming and jumping, while a lot of other people had huge cameras taking bright ass pictures. It was obvious a celebrity was here, but you didn't know who nor care to know - all you wanted was away from these bright lights!

You placed on your hat and sunglasses as you walked up to the terminal to show the people your ticket. when they approved it, you quickly walked through to get away from all that yelling. Since they were speaking Korean, you couldn't understand what they were yelling for but once you find that celebrity, you were going to give them a mean look for disturbing your peace.

When you boarded the plane, you looked for your seat number and saw that the two other seats next to yours were completely empty and that made you happy when you realized that maybe you wouldn't have anyone annoying around you.

Placing your bag under your seat, you stretched and brought out your neck pillow to start your nap. It was just so that before you dozed off, you felt the presence of two people near you, whispering amongst each other.

You sighed but stayed silent, not wanting to answer any of their questions. If they had any, they can gladly ask an attendant and leave you the fuck alone.

But, usually not many good things happen all at once, as you felt a hand on your shoulder, "excuse me," the voice rang out, "We were wondering something."

Not bothering to look up, you just answer, "Yes?"

The man cleared his throat and you can tell he was nervous, "Can my friend have the aisle? He gets easily plane sick so having the aisle seat gives him better access to the toilet."

All you needed to hear was sickness and toilet so you grabbed your bag and scooted down to the window. They can gladly have that seat if you didn't have to be near the vomitting maddness.

When the plane took off, you tried your best to sleep in every head positions you can imagine, but the feeling of a stranger next to you made it difficult to do so.

You brought out your phone to pick out a movie and thats when you felt another hand on your shoulder. Cursing in your head, you turned around, but your eyes were closed shut so you didn't have to deal with seeing their face.

"Yes? Is there anything wrong?" you asked.

"S-sorry," he says, "I just noticed your phone case and saw the PC in the back. You're a fan of them?"

Thats when things started to awake in your mind, the man was speaking good english which didn't register in your mind until now, but also they immediately noticed your phone case. during the entire duration of your trip, you never had your PC in your phone as you were scared people were going to think you were a Koreaboo, but you done messed up now.

"Uh," you nervously say, "Yeah ahaha, I do like their music a lot." you trace the picture, then turn to look at them, "Do you like their mu-"

You immediately shut up and just stared at the person in front of you who was smiling ear to ear at your reaction. Taking off your sunglasses, you thought you were going crazy, until your eyes actually focused.

"Holy shit, you're Yeonjun." you whisper, eyes still wide open from the shock you're currently experiencing. After saying his name, you look around to make sure no one heard you.

"Holy shit, you're fucking Yeonjun and yet we are on the same flight??"

The man, Yeonjun, laughed whole heartily, and nodded his head, "Yes, I am Choi Yeonjun. However, I am sad I'm not the one on your phone case, what a bummer. What does Taehyun have that I don't?"

You can clearly hear the playfulness dripping from his tongue but it still made you jump a bit. Scratching the back of your neck, you shrugged your shoulders, "What can I say, it just so happened to be." you look anywhere but him, "I'm really sorry that I took this seat, was another member suppose to sit here?"

He shakes his head, "No, we knew we were gonna be sitting seperately, so there is no need."

That put you a little at ease, but you still felt bad and couldn't help but overthink, "If you're uncomfortable, you can be honest and I can sit somewhere else."

Yeonjun waves off your worry, "No need for that either! Look, if it wasn't ok, I would've called to have us switch before the plane took off. So, its ok."

As he finishes his sentence, another man comes up and sits in the aisle seat, making your cheeks heat up in realization that the fucking Taehyun was sitting in your aisle.

"ooo, guess what Taehyun!" Yeonjun taps his shoulder in excitement and points at you, "Shes a MOA!" he says.

You feel Taehyun's eyes bore into yours and you never felt so vulnerable except in that moment. His eyes went everywhere from your eyes, to your hair, nose, lips, and even chest. Was he- no Y/N you can't think that, thats delusion right there.

"No way! Its nice meeting fans here! Whats your name?" He asks, staring intensely into your eyes.

You swear you felt your heart drop to your lungs as you answer, "Y/N." you say, plain and simple.

They both smile to each other then to you, "What a beautiful name you have." Yeonjun exclaims, "Obviously you already know our name." he chuckles.

A part of you wanted to lavish in this moment, but another part wanted to switch seats so bad. You would be happy meeting a celebrity you look up to, but why was your gut feeling say otherwise?

Oh shut up Y/N, how could you possibly even go that route when they are insanely nice to everyone they meet?

However, the words of your father nagged in your head, "You don't truly no someone unless they are behind closed doors. To others, they are the sweetest. To some, they are the devil in disguise."

You wanted to laugh at that thought, why were you suddenly thinking of that right now? Yeah, you didn't know them personally, but there wasn't any scandals going on with them, so what is there to worry about?

"Hello? Are you ok?" Taehyun asked, finally bringing you back to reality.

Finally sensing that you were spacing out, you apologized. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize I was spacing out, it just happens here and there." you chuckle, sitting back in your seat a bit more.

They both laugh at your response, "No worries, we all do that. Anyways, we were just asking where you're from."

That question surprised you - why were they curious about you? A part of you initially thought you three would exchange greetings and you would go back to sitting awkwardly next to Yeonjun while you watched a movie. But, thinking about it more and making excuses, they could just be acting nice in case you were going to post about this.

"I am from california." you answer with a smile.

Yeonjun perked up at your response, "Really? Which city?" he questioned.

You don't know why it took you a while to answer or why you hesitated, but you responded, "Calistoga."

Taehyun hummed as he was in thought, "Yeah, I never heard of that city, understandable since I dont live here." he says.

You let out an awkward chuckle, "Yeah, we aren't known that much there, but its really beautiful."

Yeonjun turned to his member, "We should try and set a tour date there, wouldn't that be sick!?"

That made you weirded out a bit, but not enough to ask some questions. Yeah, your gut feeling was saying that something was up, but a bigger part of you (your heart) was saying otherwise. It was a harmless question and there was no need for you to get skeptical.

"You do know we are going on tour, right?" Yeonjun asks you, leaning in a little closer than last time.

You kind of lean back a little, creating some space between you both, "Yeah I heard! It sounds exciting!" you say, smiling at the both of them.

"Did you get tickets yet?"

Sighing, you shake your head, "Sadly not, I don't really have much money since I chose to travel to Korea." you say.

Yeonjun leaned even closer, gasping in your face, "What!?? No tickets at all!???! You have to go though!" he whines, full lips doing a cute pout.

"I know I really wanted to," you answer, carefully leaning back a little so to not make it obvious, "but I have bills to pay so it just didn't work out. Maybe next time though!" you do a little dance with your hands, hoping to make them see your point and understand, but they didn't.

Taehyun stood up and walked off without saying a word and it weirded you out for a moment but you dropped it. When he came back, he had something in hand.

"Here, have these." he hands it to you.

Taking it, your eyes widened once again as you realized what it was. VIP tickets to early access and backstage. You couldn't believe what you were seeing and it made your inner MOA scream with joy. However, there was still some sense in you.

"I feel bad taking these," you say shyly and tried handing it back, "You should give these to a MOA that hasn't attended yet, this would make their day!"

Taehyun refused to take it back and crossed his arms, "Yes, and that MOA is you. Please, just show up! It'll be so much fun!"

You still hesitated as you looked over the ticket. This was one of the expensive ones while you didn't want to seem ungrateful, you also didn't want to seem greedy.

"Come on," Yeonjun butts in, wrapping his arm around your shoulder which made you jump in surprise, "Just give in already. He's your bias after all, how can you say no?"

Taehyun perked up at the mention of him being your bias.

"Really?" he points to himself, "I am your bias?"

Your cheeks burn at the mention and you nodded your head, mentally wanting to shove Yeonjun for mentioning it.

"See, that should make you want to go even more." he winks at you, now also leaning towards your body.

Everything felt so weird and wrong at the same time. A celebrity that everyone adored and loved was invading a girls personal space even after you backed up constantly. Maybe it was by accident? You dont know how many times you can make excuses for them, but they are nice enough to give you free tickets.

"You're right, thank you!" you smile while getting out of Yeonjun's grasp to put the ticket in your bag. When you looked back up, you could've sworn you saw Yeonjun give an annoyed look but you were probably overthinking.

"Uhm, sorry I need to use the bathroom." You say, standing up from your seat.

Taehyun stood up to let you out and you were waiting for Yeonjun, but he just sat still, not moving a muscle. Not wanting to be annoying, you walked sideways out of the aisle.

It felt awkward since you didn't want to invade his space, but when you felt something grazed your butt, you jumped. Looking back, you see Yeonjun give you a sly smile before turning on his phone.

Did he just-

"Be safe!" Taehyun smiles as he sits back down, still looking intently at you.

You could only feel your head nod as you made your way to the bathrooms. Everything was happening so fast and you couldn't tell whats real and whats not. All you need right now is to use the bathroom and unwind.

As you finished your business, a part of you wanted to remain in the bathroom during the entire duration of the flight, but you had three hours left and it just wouldn't be very comfortable in here.

Don't over think Y/N, it was probably on accident. Why would they be interested in you? You're just a regular person while they can get any girl they want

Exiting the bathroom with thoughts swirling around, you didn't notice someone standing right next to the door, eagerly waiting for you to get out.

"There she is!" he said loudly, walking up to your form.

Your head whipped up as you notice another member of the group standing before you in all his glory- Beomgyu. His black hair bouncing and eyes sparkling as they ranked over your body.

"You're the girl Taehyun told me about!" he smiles, his accent thick as he spoke, "Sorry, I still am learning English, but I can conversate with you as much as I can!"

He seemed so happy and energetic, you would feel horrible if you listened to your gut feeling and cut the conversation short.

"Oh, he talked about me?" you asked, confusion clear on your face, "I didn't know that! It's nice to meet you as well!"

Beomgyu took a moment to register what you said, trying his best to translate it. "He says you're really funny and calm, especially since they're bother you a lot," he chuckles, "I told him we should just keep you and take you with us everywhere!"

You titled your head, trying to understand the last part he said in Korean and you wanted to ask, but you felt bad since he was learning English.

"Yeah, well I try to be funny I guess, but I should head back to my seat, I don't want to block the door for others." you smile, walking away from him, but instead of going back to his seat, he takes your hand and drags you along with him.

On instinct, you swatted his hand away and it shocked both of you and it made you feel really guilty, "I- I'm sorry! It was just a reflex, I didn't mean to hit you." the words left your mouth as you closed your eyes and pleaded with him.

He just laughs and holds your hand once again, "Don't say sorry! It's ok, I sorry, ok?" Beomgyu says, cursing himself as he realized he messed up on his English. "Follow me!"

You allowed him to lead you to his seat where you spotted the last two remaining members who were conversing with each other. Once they noticed your presence, they stopped and turned around.

Never in your life have you met this many hot guys in one moment and it reminded you to thank God for this privilege.

"Guys, this is the pretty girl they were telling us about! Isn't she gorgeous?" Beomgyu turns and gives you a hungry look, "She's also very fiesty! I told Taehyun we should keep her, but he didn't give us the green light!"

Soobin sighed and hit his forehead, "Did you just say that out loud? Beomgyu, others can hear!"

Kai waves off Soobin's worry, "don't be scared, I heard she doesn't understand Korean, besides everyone here in first class works for us, they don't question anything."

It felt awkward for you to be there since you couldn't understand what they were saying. You felt like you were intruding in on their conversation.

"It's nice to finally meet you!" Kai smiles, flashing his bright teeth, "You're even prettier in person." he stands up and walks toward you.

Before, it was obvious that Kai was a pretty tall dude, but in person and standing in front of you, it made you feel like inferior in his presence.

"Oh, thank you." you smile and look around you, hoping he wouldn't see the blush that was forming on your cheeks (if your skin is darker, then the sentence would be changed to "you smile and look around you, hoping to ease the heat forming on your cheeks")

Soobin also stood up and thats when you really felt short - that man was insanely tall and intimidating, even though you've seen him act adorable over edits and their shows, it was still very surprising. He didn't say much and instead just looked you up and down, as if he didn't have any shame.

"Nice to meet you." he says, smiling from ear to ear.

His smile could light up a goddamn room and it made you almost bias him instead. However, seeing that you didn't know what to say, you started walking backwards and wave them goodbye.

"Well I should really return to my seat, but it was really nice talking to you guys!"

With that, you were expecting them to say goodbye as well, but when Kai walked up and take your hand, you were shocked.

Whats with them always touching me? you thought to yourself, looking down at his hand clasp over yours, soft but firm enough to keep you still.

"Don't go yet! We barely talked! Its our turn to talk to you now. Taehyun said how amazing you smelled and oh my its making me go crazy." Kai mutters the last part, even though he said it in Korean, he didnt want the others to overhear and snatch her from him.

"W-well, I think we are in the way of others, I - I feel pretty bad." you stutter, eyes still stuck on his hand holding yours.

He holds it tighter and pulls you closer, causing you to back your face away from his. Even though you really liked the group, it doesn't give them the right to invade your personal space like this.

"No worries!" he exclaims, "They dont mind, if they did they can talk to our managers!"

The way he explains thing had a tone to it, a tone you didn't really like and now that you really thought of it, the way they all were made you weird. The constant stares with their eyes ranking over your body, the unwanted touches and dragging from place to place - it was all too much.

Yeah, you were lucky enough to meet them - just about anyone would kill to be in your position, but this entire thing made you really uncomfortable, no matter how much excuses you give to them.

Slowly, but nicely, you took your hand out of his grasp and gave them an awkward smile. "I understand, but I should really get back to my seat." you say, "Nice meeting you all!"

As you turned around, you wish you could've saw the way their faces fell from excitement, to annoyance. It wasn't the fact that you're walking away from them, it was the fact that you're going back on the other side of the plane, away from them.

Making your way, you tried not to turn and look at them again, you just wanted to keep your head up high and imagine yourself meeting your friends again at the airport. You would finally be away from them and that thought made you happy.

However, that excitement didn't last long as you felt yourself being pulled away into an unknown room. A scream was trying to leave your mouth, but a hand covered it in time. You struggled for a bit before they released and turned you to face them.

There, in front of you smiling, was Yeonjun. It was as if he didnt even feel bad for scaring you like this and it made you mad and you couldn't take it.

"Ok, I had it!" you yell out of frustration, "I am grateful I met you guys, I love your music and everything, but I am tired of this. Everything about this - the way you all look at me, the little touches and the ranking of your eyes over my body makes me uncomfortable!" You pointed a finger at him, "I especially don't appreciate you dragging me away without asking, I am tired of it! All of you guys need to leave me alone or I will call security."

You went to open the door, but felt a force prevent you from doing so. Feeling your heart drop in your stomach and breath fasten, you tried your hardest jiggling the handle, yet nothing happened. "P-please, open the door! This is not appropriate."

Yeonjun kept silent and just walked up to your shaking figure, eyes ranking over your body again. He lowered down to your level and carassed your cheeks. "You're right, you should be grateful." he whispers, "We don't usually give any of our fans this special attention, yet here you are. I don't know what you did, but once you catch our attention, its not fair to let it go as if it was nothing.:

His lips were dangerously close to your face as you felt his hot breath fan over you. "As much as I appreciate honesty, I don't like the sass and disrespect. If we want to touch you," his hand goes to your hips, "We can touch you. If I want to kiss you, I am allowed to."

Suddenly, and without warning, his lips met yours in a surprise attack. Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening - you were being kissed against your will.

You kicked up your legs and failed your hands around to get him away. Not caring if others can hear, you tried gripping his hair hard enough to make him yelp, but that did the complete opposite.

A moan escaped his lips as he gripped your hips tighter and closer, "Yeah, just like that baby, that felt amazing." he moaned again and kissed your lips.

The feeling of disgust entered your body as you stopped holding his hair and tried pushing him away. However you knew nothing would work, he is way taller than you and had more muscles than you could ever imagine.

When he stopped kissing you, he held your wrist and buried his head in your neck, "Gosh how I can go longer kissing and touching you, but people are gonna get suspicious. We should head back."

You were still frozen in place as no words could escape your mouth. Everything stopped in place and you refused to believe you were taken advantage of. When you arrived home, you were going to burn the clothes off your body and scrub your lips until you had no feeling in them.

Right now, however, you need to play your cards right so you could get out of there. The time on your watch indicated that you were gonna land in an hour, so that gives you enough time to think of an escape route.

A knock sounded throughout the room and the door opened which caused hope to rise in you as you thought of a plan to immediately ask the person for help. But, the person who popped their head in was going to be no help as it was their other member Taehyun.

"Hey uhm-" he looks around to both of you, "Is it my turn with her now? We only have an hour until we land and the others want their turn as well."

You should've moved seats when you had the chance.

[lerclan]

NEVER MATTERED

summary: you and soobin are childhood friends. ever since he helped you get up when you tripped, you've always noticed how your heart beats around him; but you can't say the same for him. his heart beats for another person that isn't you.

pairings: y/n x soobin

tag(s): mean soob :( , for the streets soobin, idek if this is angst bro

note: soobin is a very caring, sweet, kind, and nice human being. this is all just for entertainment purposes and fiction.

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You watched it all unravel in front of your eyes: smiling, laughing, blushing, and even flirting. Anyone could tell that Soobin was madly in love with this person, even you. You know you should be feeling happy that he found someone, but after that argument that the both of you had; you knew it was impossible.

You're sitting two tables away from Soobin's table, still remembering now and then that you guys aren't friends anymore. You and Soobin are now two human beings that exist on the same planet and nothing else. All those years of being friends gone down the drain. You wonder if you were in the wrong for being selfish enough to say the things you've been wanting to say or Soobin being in the wrong for leading you on, maybe he wasn't leading you on and you were just overthinking. No one will truly know.

***

"Why aren't you being supportive of me right now?" He says to you in disbelief at the reaction you gave him.

"I'm sorry, Soobin. I just can't hide it anymore," You say looking at him, "I can't be supportive because it hurts knowing that the person I've liked the most is someone's boyfriend. I know I should be happy for you, but it's been nearly FIVE years since I've started liking you." You yelled back, the tension in the room getting more heated.

He looks at you in disbelief. "You can't be serious. You know well that I view you as a friend."

"Do friends kiss and cuddle the way we do or were all those acts to cover up the fact that you've been lonely? Is it THAT wrong for me to like you?" You tear up thinking about those times he made your heart flutter.

"Yes, it is wrong for you to like me now since I have somebody else. Quit throwing a fit and stop acting selfish. All of those acts were just nothing but friendly gestures; so quit acting like I view you more than a friend because I don't. You never mattered to me and you never will. I can't believe I'm friends with you. Let's just stop." He says looking into your eyes as if he'd seen the thing he hates the most.

"I genuinely can't believe you..." You walked up to him and gave him the hardest slap you could manage, "You're such a jerk."

You looked at him one more time and walked towards the door to leave; never dropping a single tear.

***

Ever since that whole argument, you and Soobin never interacted again. Both of your friends knew what happened and were worried about the two of you. You reassured your friends that you were fine and you were just trying to move on, they believed you and wished you well.

"Is this seat taken?" You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sudden voice. You looked up to see Yeonjun. Soobin's friend.

"No, you can sit down." You answered.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" He suddenly asks.

"Feelings for who?" You asked genuinely confused.

"You know who I'm talking about. You've been looking at him since I entered this cafe." He says looking at Soobin's table.

It clicked in your head and you responded rather quickly. "No. Definitely no. That's just disgusting to me now."

He laughs at your response, rather loudly, making the people near your guys' table turn their heads to you, even Soobin. You bowed at them lightly with an apologetic look saying quiet apologies and you made eye contact with the jerk himself, which of course you looked away quickly. You can NOT stand that thing.

"So do you wanna go for some lunch tomorrow? Maybe around this time again?" He asks looking into your eyes.

You returned the look and answered, "Yes. I'd love to."

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aaaaa this is my first post. im so sorry that this doesnt make sense at all. im so bad at writing sad stuff even though im sad every time (crying bleeding losing). i dont mind if you don't like or do like it. this is all just for entertainment purposes </3

[archonssun]

Spoken Words

REQUESTS FOR JJK ARE OPEN!!

This is a peace offering for not having written a story in two days 🙇‍♀️ It’s a short one, and features an Inumaki! reader (don’t ask idek just thought of the idea and went with it🤷‍♀️)

“What’s your name, beauty?” Aquamarine eyes pierced you, a self-satisfied smirk stretching across Gojo’s face. Head perched in his hand, his blacked out glasses slid down his nose and exposed even more of his beautiful eyes.

Your body was rigid as he watched you, your tongue feeling like lead as you struggled to swallow. Why was he so intent on getting you to talk? He knew about your cursed speech. Sure, it wasn’t as strong as the rest of your family, but that didn’t mean you weren’t immune to the affects your cursed technique had on you and your body.

You shook your head vigorously, a hand coming up to cover your mouth -- to cover the seal imprinted on you at birth. Your actions had his smile growing wider, and his fingers reached out to poke your cheek.

“I’ll hear your voice yet, cutie,” the male simpered, shooting you a wink as he stood from his chair. You heard a thunk, (e/c) eyes shooting up to see Geto Suguru had tried whacking the back of Gojo’s head.

“Leave her alone, Satoru. You know why she doesn’t speak, so stop trying to force her,” the dark-haired curse-user chided his classmate, giving you an apologetic look. You gave him a shaky nod before standing as well, giving the upperclassmen a small bow. Before you could walk away, Gojo’s voice filtered through your ears, making a furious blush bloom across your face.

“Don’t stray too far, cutie! Remember: I’m gonna hear your voice one day!” You scampered away as the sound of Gojo’s laughter chased after you, your hands still covering your mouth. But then, an idea formed in your mind, and your hasty retreat slowed. Gojo’s laughter had halted when he noticed you had stopped running away, the male curious as to what you were about to do.

Slowly, you let your hands fall from your mouth and you turned to face the two boys. A spark of uncertainty flashed in your (e/c) eyes as they were cast to the ground, and you took a deep breath before raising your eyes to meet Gojo’s. Your lips twitched into a small smirk as you opened your mouth.

“Don’t speak,” you commanded, your smile growing wider at the expression on Gojo’s face. It was a sight you would cherish: the bug-eyed look he gave you as he heard your command. And for once, he was quiet -- but not because of your order. And as you turned to walk away, a giant smile spread across his face.

He had finally heard your voice.

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[uberoll-oystercrackers]

random larsadie headcanon

so anyway i was bullshitting in a larsadie discord when someone asked for prompts. i was like, lol, “lars and sadie go to church”.

but now that’s it has been like a day i was thinking about it, and.. actually wow!! cute! cutecutecuuuuute!!!! i like this idea actually!!!

idk about all the specifics but i love the idea of Lars being Roman Catholic (the most common religious identity in the Philippines). i can imagine Sadie making an Easter basket for Lars, and coming over early on the holiday morning to drop it off. She goes to knock on the door, but Lars swings it open before she does, wearing a nice short-sleeve dark blue button up and black dress slacks. He blinks down at her, a faint trace of annoyance held at bay by his early morning grogginess. She kinda snorts at first, surprised to see him in clothes like that, but admittedly kind of thinks he looks cute dressed up like that. “Uh, hey. I put together this basket for you and your parents,” she lifts the basket up so he can see. He blushes juuuust a little bit, taking it from her. “Oh, cool, thanks...” is all he can manage to spit out b4 his parents come from behind him, also dressed in their Easter best.

“Oh, Laramie, who’s this?” Martha asks, delighted. “I think it’s that young lady we saw him run into the Universe household with,” Dante says, then looking to Sadie.

“Haha yeah, um, my name is Sadie, actually. Nice to meet you-meet you,” she smiles shyly, realizing she hasn’t really interacted with them to this extent.

“Happy Easter!” Lars’ parents say in unison, and Sadie begins to wish them a happy one in return but Martha gasps, saying, “Oh, we’re running late!” and she scoots her lil mens out the door, shutting it behind them. Lars is still holding the basket, his face becoming redder and redder as the embarrassment of the entire situation starts waking him up fully. Sadie notices his state and steps aside, allowing the Barrigas space to get to their car in the driveway. She tentatively waves, and Lars exaperately waves back, shuffling over to the car. As soon as he opens the back door, his mom cheerfully asks Sadie if she would like to come with them to Easter service.

Lars, of course, turns into a solid block of ice and shatters into about three million pieces. Naturally, he can’t protest like that. >:3c

“Oh, wow,” Sadie stammers, smiling bigger than before. “That’s so nice of you! Really, I, I would like to come, but...” she gestures at her clothes, a plain light grey tee shirt and blue jean shorts. “I feel like this isn’t appropriate attire, heh,”

Lars relaxes just a bit, curling around the inside of the opened car door and watching this interaction with narrow eyes. If he thought he was escaping such an awkward situation as bringing his crush to EASTER MASS with his PARENTS, an already pretty embarrassing situation, well.. he had quite another thing coming.

“Oh hunny, a pretty package doesn’t always need a bow, but...” Martha reaches into her hair, unclasping a white wooden hairclip decorated with beautiful carved sampaguitas (national flower of the Philippines). She leans down, and as though there were much more familiarity between the two women then there truly is, Martha secures the clip just above and behind Sadie’s left ear. “There,” she said, clasping her hands together in giddiness. “You look perfect! You can sit in the back with Laramie. :)” Lars slams himself over to one side of the car as Sadie curiously climbs in their car, fastening her safety belt. Her entire face pink, a small smirk creeping at the corners of her mouth, she glances at Lars’ fumbling hands around the basket in his lap, his flustered expression only revealed to her from his reflection in the window. ‘Guess I better text my mom,’ Sadie thinks to herself as she pulls out her phone.

‘I am SO not going with them next year, oh my god,’ repeats in Lars’ head the entire drive.

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I thought it would be really cute that after that experience, Sadie might consider why she and her mother aren’t religious. She one day gets the moxie to ask her mother about it, and Barb mentions that she was raised Lutheran Protestant, but as she grew older religion didn’t really have much of a place in her life. Sadie is almost satisfied but then she courageously asks: “Wh... what about, my dad? Was he Lutheran, too?”

Barb lowers her eyes to the floor for a moment, but then laughs warmly. “Your dad was Jewish, actually! Religion was a lot more important to him than it was to me, that’s for sure.”

And thus begins Sadie’s interest in researching Judaism. She follows a few Jewish religion and culture bloggers, she buys a few study texts, and just for fun she learns to count to ten in Hebrew. She mostly keeps this all to herself, but one day she realizes it’s kind of lonely to do communal things without anyone else. Not wanting to put her mother through any stress by reminding Barb of her father, Sadie nervously texts Lars for help with the one part of Judaism he might know about.

“Hey, uh, I know this is kind of coming from no where but... do you know how to make cholent?”

He takes about 20 minutes before he responds.

“y”

Sadie frowns, but rolls her eyes and replies immediately.

“I wanted to make some, but you know a lot more about cooking than I do and I wanted to ask you for help. *angel emoji*”

this time, he responds after only three minutes.

“do u already have all the ingredients”

Sadie wonders why he’s asking that now instead of just answering her question, but she checks her pantry after pulling up a recipe on her phone.

“It looks like I have just about everything except for... pearl barley? Idek what that is tbh lol”

She presses send, leaning against her kitchen counter as she awaits his response.

“b there in 30 mins.”

he sent that one in about 30 seconds, which really took Sadie aback. she didn’t mean she was going to make it today! but, his enthusiasm impressed her a little bit, and she felt good in choosing him of all people.

She sets everything up, and after looking over the recipe again, she starts boiling some water for the beans.

It takes 37 minutes, actually, but the knock on her door after that time passes is distinctively Lars’, a package of pearl barley in tow. Completely in contrast to his performance at the Big Donut, Lars remains methodical and focused, occasionally asking her to read things off from her phone. She tries to help, but he kind of ends up doing most things by himself. She doesn’t really mind, because she can learn by watching him. Eventually she becomes a little embarrassed at the situation, a bit too pleased that he is here and helping her like this. She almost wanted to give him a hug for it... almost.

After a couple of hours they could just set it on the stovetop and wait, and Lars finally seems to snap back into his usual personality and asks her, “Why cholent? I’ve never seen you eat cholent,” squinting his eyes at her, it finally dawns on him that this might be some kind of setup. Was he too eager? Oof!

Sadie blushes, unaware that he’d been paying attention to the things she ate in any capacity. “Well...” she sighs, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table and sitting down. She looks at him, the slightest amount of pain etched into her chubby face. Lars’ brows furrow, his eyes opening fully again. He shyly makes his way to the opposite side of the table, flipping the chair around and sitting on it backward. “You remember when your parents kinda... just decided I was going to church with you guys?”

Lars grimaced, “Mass,”.

“Mass,” Sadie repeatedly apologetically. “That’s kinda it, I’m not... I’m not so good at this religious stuff yet, haha...” and she finally begins to tell someone in her life what she’s been thinking about with regards to religion, and how she thinks learning more about Judaism will help her understand herself and her dad better, and that maybe it shouldn’t be so important to her but it just kind of became important to her.

After her lengthy explanation, the stove timer immediately began going off. She had begun tearing up a bit, so she took the opportunity to wipe her face off on her shirt when Lars shot up to take the pot off the burner to rest. He turned the heat off, sheepishly looking over his shoulder back at her, face still buried in the collar of her own shirt. He tiptoed back over, standing about a foot away from her chair.

“Okay!” he announced, surprising her enough to peek her eyes out from inside her shirt, pretty brown eyes puffed and glossed over. “I can guarantee this cholent is going to be amazing, so,” he grabs his arm, digging his fingers in nervously as he struggles to maintain eye contact with her. Sadie fully emerges from the inside of her shirt, brushing loose strands of hair from her face. “S-so, no crying!” he almost shouts, and the subtle crack in his voice at the end makes his blush deepen. Sadie sniffles, smiling up at him from the table.

“Okay,” she giggles. “No crying.”

[markleetrashh]

Getting Along;Haechan

featuring Mark

Genre: -

Request: could i request jealous bf!haechan where its christmas and the reader is spending time with mark and his family bc mark and reader are childhood friends that reconnected when mark moved to korea or something idek :’)

A/N: why do i feel like this is more of a mark x hyuck scenario HAHA

Word Count: 1,091

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“Do you really have to go?” Haechan whined as he tucked on the sleeve of your shirt, looking at you with desperate eyes and a pout on his face.

Your heart softened a little, but you assured him by caressing his hand, “Sadly i have to babe, i’ll come back as soon i promise okay?”

But he wasn’t convinced by your words at all, as he wrapped you in his arms tightly and leaned down his head on your shoulder, “But it’s Christmas and you’re supposed to spend it with me.”

Your heart ached a little at his words, as your arms wrapped around him naturally too, and you hated to say the words to him, “Babe i know and i’m really sorry, but it’s Mark’s first Christmas here in Korea and having been his best friend for years, i have to go”

You watched Haechan frown a little upon the mention of Mark’s name, before rolling his eyes, “But your boyfriend’s here is more important than that idiot-”

You gave him a look, but his eyes perked out again, before exclaiming loudly, “Unless you bring me along”

You pondered about it for a moment, but before you could even speak up, he cut you off, “What’s more i’ve only been seeing him through the computer screen with you the past few years, i’m sure he wouldn’t mind”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his excuse, but he made sense too. Mark knew about your relationship with Haechan and the three of you had talked through video calls many times. And you knew how understanding Mark and his family was so you knew they wouldn’t mind.

You let out a small breath, before smiling and nodding your head, “Okay fine fine, go get ready! We have to leave in an hour”

Haechan shot his fist through the air, exclaiming a loud “Yes!” before giggling and giving you a small kiss, “My girlfriend’s the best!”

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Surprisingly through the screen, your boyfriend and best friend clicked very well. They argued and talked like best friends, and often gamed together despite never meeting with each other in their entire lives before.

So you weren’t that scared that they’d be awkward during their first meeting. Except your dear boyfriend today was feeling extra clingy and jealous because he almost couldn’t spend Christmas with you, and knowing him, he’d probably be sarcastic and mean to Mark.

You nervously knocked on the door, excited to see the one you missed seeing the most. The door opened and there stood Mark in his red sweater and pants, as his eyes excitedly lit up as soon as he saw you, then giving you a big and friendly hug.

Mark must have noticed the glare from Haechan, as he let go immediately and bowed his head slightly, “Oh- Hey Haechan!”

Haechan just replied with a small “Hey”, but then feigned a big smile when you hit him lightly, and replied with a sarcastic tone, “Hey Mark! Nice to finally meet you”

Mark could sense his sarcasm, as he gave a look of discomfort to you, but nonetheless still gave Haechan a smile and welcomed the both of you in.

Haechan clinged on to you like a small puppy to its mother. He didn’t once let go of your hands and everything you did, he wanted to follow too.

Mark had also tried starting up conversations with him, and tried to talk casually like how they always did online, but Haechan wasn’t cooperating. He would just reply Mark nonchalantly and without much sincerity, focusing his entire attention on you.

You also noticed how Haechan would have a slight upset expression whenever Mark talked to you, or even had the slightest skin contact with you.

But to Mark’s family, he was his sweetest self, helping them out and volunteering to clean up.

Confused, Mark took the chance to ask you in english when Haechan wasn’t paying attention, “What’s wrong with him today? Did i do something wrong”

You let out a sigh, then shook your head, replying back in english, “He’s just being his childish self, don’t mind him”

Mark still looked confused, his eyes shifting from one place to the other, “But why?”

You let out another sigh, then crossing arms together, “Clingy boyfriend was jealous of me spending time with you instead of him during Christmas”

Mark then finally understood, as he opened his mouth wide and nodded his head, before letting out a small breath of relief, “Thank god, i thought he hated me or something”

Just at that moment Haechan turned around and looked at the both of you, “What were you two talking about?”

You shot him an ��are you serious’ look, then sarcastically replied, “Talking about how my dear boyfriend has been being an ass to Mark today”

Haechan’s eyes widened at your words, before stuttering and fumbling with his words, “W-What ass- I just-”

“Don’t worry, i get it. And im glad you love Y/N this much so don’t worry, i won’t steal her away.” Mark assured him, giving him a pat on his back.

You raised an eyebrow at Haechan, as you watched his expression soften up, his natural smile taking over his face, “I-I’m sorry, i just… was mad for a moment”

You reached out to grab his hand, “You’re so clingy to me”

He gave you a pout, then an apologetic expression to Mark, “I thought i couldn’t spend Christmas this year together and i got upset okay. Sorry for not being understanding”

Mark shook his head, then gave him another assuring pat, “It’s fine. But i was actually planning to ask Y/N to bring me over to meet you so we could celebrate it together. Who knew you’d come with Y/N instead?”

Both you and Haechan gave him a shocked expression to his words, before you slightly hit Haechan on his chest, “So you were an ass for nothing-”

Haechan gave an embarrassed smile, before apologising to Mark, who laughed it off.

“So… one round of League together?” Mark asked out to Haechan, as Haechan nodded his head immediately, before hooking his arm around Mark’s shoulders, as the two vanished into Mark’s bedroom.

Turns out they ended up being best friends, and that you were glad they got along well.

[randomprose]

summary: “You’re not Daichi.” “Well spotted.”  naruto!au. Kuroo as a Suna-nin and Tsukishima as a Konoha-nin

a/n: idek, man. i’m just trying to get out of my stump and this has been buzzing in my head for ages. 

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He crossed the dessert and reached the village of Suna just before noon. He was halted by the gates for a brief security check before he was escorted inside after he stated his business. Suna is as hot as he remembers it when he took his Chuunin exams a year ago and Kei is starting to sweat under his armor not ten minutes since entering the village.

The usual emissary is Captain Sawamura having had a good rapport already as the official ambassador of Konoha to Suna. But Captain Sawamura just got back from a mission from Kumo last night and is currently recuperating at the hospital.

So here he is, in full ANBU regalia, enjoying simmering in his armor and mask under the scorching Suna sun. He’d cast a cooling jutsu on his person but he has to immediately get back as soon as he delivers the Hokage’s message to the Kazekage and the journey is far and long. He needs to preserve all his chakra if he wants to be able to make it back to Konoha by nightfall and his reserves aren’t up yet to what he would like it to be despite being a Chuunin and already in the ANBU ranks.

He wonders what is in the missive that was so important the Hokage is willing to dispense more human resource at such a crucial season. It can’t be about an impending war again, the previous war had ushered in a new era of peace time after all, but it has been such a long time and one can never be too sure.

The building housing the Kazekage’s office stands at the center of the village much like the Hokage Tower. The dome structure has been rebuilt and modified since the Fourth Shinobi War to accommodate the changing times. Tsukishima is led through the upper most part of the building and was told to go right inside, the Kazekage has been expecting him.

Except it wasn’t the Kazekage who greets him but rather someone who is clearly not the Kazekage lounging about in his chair.

Tsukishima halts by the doorway as the chair swivels to face him. He palms a kunai and considers a point of attack for the intruder before he sees the hitai-ate tied lopsidedly on the intruder’s forehead. The Konoha-nin makes a face behind his porcelain mask as the man faced him. The man has his fingers intertwined in front of his face like some cliché evil villain. His face is even shadowed by the Kazekage’s wide brimmed hat. It was only by the shine of his hitai-ate did Tsukishima realize that this man was actually a Suna-nin.

“Welcome, Daichi. I’ve been expecting—eh?” The man pauses and lets go of his faux sinister façade. He untangles his intertwined fingers by his face as he sits up, tilting his head to the side and affording Tsukishima a look of his face. “You’re not Daichi.”

His mouth decides to run itself before his brain could catch up with it.

“Well spotted.” Tsukishima bit out nonchalantly as he closed the door behind him. He realized it’s not a good idea to get mouthy with a ninja of another village especially to one who looks like he’s in a rank higher than him and considering he’s here as an emissary. But the Suna heat is something unbearable and he just really wants to finish this mission quick and go back home.

“Hm? And who might you be?”

“The Hokage sent me to deliver a message to the Kazekage.”

“Yes, but who are you? And where’s Daichi? He’s usually the one Ukai-sama sends out.”

“Captain just got back from a mission and is currently recuperating. I’m here as a substitute.”

“Ah, I see.” The man stands up from the Kazekage’s seat and lazily strides over to him. There’s something about him that makes his hackles rise and warning bells go off at the back of his mind. Tsukishima’s instincts are telling him this man is dangerous, but not the dangerous kind of a rogue or enemy nin but something else. He can feel lazy cat like eyes scrutinizing him and Tsukishima meets them dead on refusing to back down. “Well, you can give the missive to me, I’ll be glad to hand it over to him. I’m the Kazekage’s student. Nekomata-sensei won’t be back until much later and you probably need to be on your way.”

“Thank you for the kind offer, student of the Kazekage,” Tsukishima inclines his head in a bow “but my orders are to personally hand over the scroll to Kazekage-sama and wait for a response. Any attempts at detaining me from accomplishing them will be dealt with accordingly.”

His tone is calm, almost flat, and eerily polite but scathing enough that he makes his point across.

The man stops leering and blinks at him before stepping back and laughing. It is a hacking sort of laugh that he would’ve find amusing under different circumstances by the sheer absurdity of the sound of it. But as it is,Tsukishima has half the mind to use the kunai he’s been palming.

“Oh, man. You definitely are one of Sawamura’s.” The man stops laughing to wipe at his eyes, the Kazekage’s hat now lopsided on his head. “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou by the way. You can stop palming that kunai now.” He grins at him as he removes the hat from his head and Tsukishima finally sees the man’s face in full.

Tsukishima acknowledges him with a short incline of his head before turning to walk out of the room.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“I’ll be waiting for the Kazekage outside. It wouldn’t be prudent to stay in his office when he’s not here.”

“What—it’s fine. Sensei wouldn’t mind.”

The Konoha-nin ignores him as he continues for the door.

“Oi! Come on now—“

The Suna-nin makes to grab for him and Tsukishima reacts by pure reflex when he felt him reaching towards his hand with the scroll. A flurry of movements later and Tsukishima’s arm is shoved up Kuroo with a kunai held against his neck. He feels a kunai pointed at the back his neck as Kuroo’s retaliation.

Sharp cat like eyes stare onto defiant ones behind the Nightingale porcelain mask. There is a hint of mirth and challenge at the Suna-nin’s and Kei narrows his eyes in a glare. Kuroo smirks and Tsukishima shoves at him.

The door opens before anything else happens and they both turn to it. The Kazekage comes in followed by another Suna-nin.

“Ukai’s messenger should be here right about—Kuroo! What have I told you about harassing the Konoha emissaries?”

Tsukishima backs away just as Kuroo lowers his weapon, sheepish as he looks away rubbing the back of his head.

“Ehh. What makes you think he’s not the one harassing me? Aren’t you supposed be on your ninjas’ side, Sensei?”

“Don’t give me that, you brat. I know Ukai’s bunch.” The Kazekage walks over to Kuroo to snatch his hat back and twap his student with it. “And what have I told you about lounging in my office?”

“Your chair’s comfy.”

“If you think I’m gonna hand over my title soon you have another thing coming, boy.” He waves away Kuroo’s crooning of ‘aww, I don’t think that, Sensei’ as he settles on his chair. He finally turns to Tsukishima and the Konoha-nin crouches before him. “Ukai’s got something for me has he?”

Tsukishima stands to hand him the scroll and watches as the Kazekage releases the seal with a few hand signs. He scans through the document for a couple of minutes before sighing and leaning back on his chair.

“Take a sit, boy; this will just be a minute.” He says as he points Tsukishima to the couch by the corner. “And take off your mask, I know you must be boiling under it. I’ll have someone bring you some refreshments.”

“Thank you, Kazekage-sama.”

He breathes a quiet sigh of relief as he removes his mask. The Suna air is as humid as it comes but it’s still a welcome breeze against his hot face. He runs a hand over his sweat drenched hair and scowls at the feeling. He really can’t wait to get the hell out of the desert.

From his perch at the windowsill behind the Kazekage, Kuroo stares at the Konoha-nin in a sort of wonder. His short blonde hair is stuck to the sides of his face and his nape but the shorter strands still curls out. His cheeks are red from the heat and it stuck out against his natural pale complexion. He’s wearing glasses, but his eyes—Kuroo doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone with eyes the color of liquid gold.

Pretty.

The Kazekage’s assistant comes in holding a tray of iced tea and snacks for the Konoha ANBU and Tsukishima thanks her with a slight nod and a polite smile. He sips at the drink delicately and Kuroo’s eyes followed the bobbing of his throat suddenly feeling parched.

Tsukishima felt the Sunanins’ eyes on him and he turns to meet his gaze. HE cocks a thin blonde eyebrow at him and felt a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth when Kuroo’s eyes widened and a slight blush crept up to tanned cheeks embarrassed at getting caught.

Before Kuroo could join him by the couch the Kazekage finished his reply and has handed Tsukishima the scroll to send back to the Hokage. He gave the Konoha ANBU some instructions and his wishes for Sawamura’s safe recovery after Tsukishima explained why it was him who was sent instead. He bowed low and was out before Kuroo could even blink. He looks out and Tsukishima was already halfway through the gates.

The Kazekage didn’t even flinch even as Kuroo launched himself out of his window.

“Hey! Hey, Nightingale! Hey, Konoha-nin! Wait up!”

Tsukishima halts from his tracks barely a few strides away from Suna’s gates. He turned and frowned as he saw who it was.

By Shodai. Is this the type of shit Captain Sawamura deals with every time he’s sent here? No wonder the man didn’t even sound disappointed at all (and yet a whole lot of apologetic) that he’s landed himself in the hospital before this trip.

“Hey, wait! At least tell me your name. I told you mine, it’s only polite to tell me yours.”

“I really don’t see the point in that, Kuroo-san.”

“Aww, come on. We might be seeing each other more and a lot sooner than you think.”

He narrows his eyes behind his mask at that. Not bloody likely they aren’t.

“No offense, Kuroo-san but nothing short of an S-rank will get me to return to this literal sand hell.”

Tsukishima doesn’t care. He just really wants to feel cool air again and Kuroo is making that impossible right now. He doesn’t look offended by his words, however, and he looks even thoughtful.

“Well, then, I’ll just come to you!” He beams and Tsukishima is honestly so confused. “So, come on. I can’t keep calling you Nightingale.”

Tsukishima blinks, decides he’s had enough of this and gives his name before Kuroo could open up his mouth again and prolong this more.

“Tsukishima Kei.”

He turns to leave the village and hurries away from the desert and back to the forests.

Kuroo hums to himself as he watches him leaves. A smirk to his face and a plan on the works.

What a pretty name for a pretty face.

Two days after his trip to Suna, Tsukishima was once again summoned by the Hokage. This time, it was Captain Sawamura who was sent to fetch him and he wonders at the peculiar look the Captain was sporting.

Tsukishima leaves the Hokage’s Tower confused and more than a little miffed. Turns out the highly important missive he delivered was about a joint ninja exchange training program to further strengthen the alliance and the defense between the two villages.

And one of the ninjas Suna are sending over are none other than Kuroo Tetsurou and, for some reason or by some twisted joke only Suna-nins can understand, they’ve specifically asked for him to be put in the same squad as him during the duration of the program.

The Hokage’s words are still ringing in his head even as Tsukishima is heading back to his apartment.

“Looks like Kuroo-kun has taken a liking to you.”

For whatever reason and how remains a mystery to Kei. They barely even spoke and they held a kunai against each other within the first ten minutes of meeting.

Tsukishima drops by the Missions Office for the instructions of his new assignment and learns about the program and something more.

KurooTetsurou. Jounin, A-rank. Made Chuunin by twelve, Jounin at fourteen, and ANBU by fifteen before making Captain at sixteen. Has a Flee on Sight order in five countries and a bounty of five million Ryo in the Bingo Book for notoriously tracking down and eliminating rogues. Prized student of the Kazekage. Has fire, wind, and earth for his elements and is an S-class genjutsu user. Most known for directing tactics and strategies during a civil war in Suna three years ago.

Damn. He really needs to update his Bingo Book. He literally almost lodged a kunai to a superior’s neck.

Later, when he gets home, there is a Bombay cat waiting by his window sill with a note in its mouth. Tsukishima narrows his eyes at the note but pets the cat before it disappeared in a puff of smoke. He scowls when he reads what was written in the letter.

‘I’ll see you in three days, Moonshine!’ -KT

He does, however, smile at the Marigolds that came with it.

*The Marigolds Kuroo gave Tsukishima were Desert Marigolds

**Marigold flowers are blesses with the title of “Herb of the Sun”. Growing marigold flowers is a sign of passion and creativity. According to the Welsh belief, marigolds are supposed to prevent storms in the morning.They have often been used as a symbolism of love charms. (x)