#hajun yeon imagines

[pillow-anime-talk]

33. "Let's stay like this forever, please." for hajun yeon from paradox live, maybe in a context where mc fem wants to comfort him so she extends her arms to give him a hug because she saw hajun down / sad, a soft moment hehe uvu

# tags: scenario; current relationship; soft romance; fluff; comforting; hugs; sfw

includes: female reader ft. hajun yeon {paradox live; bae}

author’s note: hope you like it, anonnie!

33. “Let’s stay like this forever, please.”

The last week had been incredibly tiring for Hajun; not only had he played four concerts in Osaka, Tokyo, Kyoto and Fukuoka, then had a fight with Allen while writing a new song for his upcoming album, but on top of that, the atmospheric pressure had given him a massive headache that even a pill couldn’t handle. That’s why the twenty-one-year-old hadn’t been able to do anything productive today except lie down, sleep and drink a lot of water.

You came back from work after three in the afternoon and you immediately felt on your skin that something was wrong. Hajun hadn’t been playing on the console, tapping his fingers on the counter looking for inspiration, singing to himself, taking a shower or cooking dinner for the two of you like he usually did when you went on morning shifts. However, you could feel a dead aura coming from the bedroom, and as soon as you peeked out from behind the threshold to see what was going on with your boyfriend, you felt slightly sad when you saw him sleeping and cuddled up to your pillow. On the nightstand you also saw a pack of headache pills and a glass of water with an ice cube that was slowly melting.

Not wanting to wake your partner from his sleep, you slowly went to the kitchen to prepare a quick meal and a warm drink for the two of you; you decided on simple onigiri with tuna paste, sriracha and pumpkin cocoa with lots of small marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles. You finished the preparations in less than an hour, and at the very end you placed eight onigiri wrapped in nori on a tray next to two cups of drink.

After turning off the light in the kitchen, you went to the bedroom, put the trays on the nightstand, and then sat down on the bed, touching Hajun’s warm forehead. He didn’t seem to have a fever and he definitely wasn’t sick, but you knew perfectly well how he reacted to high blood pressure and stress.

“Hey... Hajun…?” You whispered, not wanting to scare him. The boy opened one eyelid, then the other, then frowned at another attack of pain in the temples of his skull. “I made some snack for us... Does it hurt a lot?” You asked worriedly, to which he nodded slightly. “Aw. Poor thing.” You sat on your ankles next to him, massaging his head. This caress didn’t last long, however, because after a moment your boyfriend grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him, causing you to fall onto the mattress and pillow right next to him. You spread your arms and without surprise you felt his head melt into your chest, and your breathing normalized.

“Let’s stay like this forever, please.”

“But our food and cho…” You started, but Hajun only hugged you tighter.

“Please.” He repeated, avoiding your gaze. After all, you hadn’t seen him in a meek, calm and submissive version for a long time.

“… Fine.” You replied, hugging his neck tighter.

You didn’t even realize when the cocoa and onigiri were forgotten and you were attacked by sleep and the desire to rest. It was a really positive ending to the day.

[seangelfish]

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR A LONG TIME YEIII amh I could ask for headcanons for bae and kanata with a cute mc fem from the town who just arrived in the city therefore she doesn't know anything about paradox or hiphop or the city in general je but she is open to learning new things uvu that would be all ~ thank you

MEETING A NEWCOMER

Featured characters: Allen Sugasano, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Kanata Yatonokami ♡ Tags: Headcanons but also a bulletpoint fic, mutual crush, casual romance, she/her pronouns, not really proofread! Not really sure what to write for Hajun, so I'm sorry if it's not up to standard! ♡ Word count: 1,895 ♡ Synopsis: You, a newcomer, was introduced into a city of hip hop. You didn't quite understand it, but you were eager to learn from the people around you.

You have moved here for university, not knowing what this city was actually known for. You just assumed it was any other ordinary city...

Allen, who was one of your fellow classmates at university was an odd one. He didn't look friendly so you didn't try socialising with him at first, but when you saw how he acted towards his friends, you decided to at least try.

You found out that he was just awkward. He greeted you in return when you introduced yourself, but his eyes started sparkling when you mentioned that you were new to the area. He asked whether you're into hip hop, but if you weren't, he had some recommendations for you to listen to.

"Is hip hop that big here?" you asked him curiously.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "There used to be this place called Club Paradox where..."

You listened to him ramble on and on about hip hop and these legends called 'Buraikan' who founded these so-called 'Phantom Lives.'

It was all a little confusing, but it had you intrigued. Because of this, the two of you had exchanged contact info so Allen would be able to send you his recommendations. When you were finished listening to them, you would text him your thoughts. Gradually, you started having a taste for hip hop that in your free time, you'd visit record shops looking for songs that you haven't heard of yet!

Allen was always so appreciative of how willing you were to indulge in his interests — in his life. He wanted to show you more about the city and about hip hop, but he also just wanted to spend more time with you.

"I also produce and write my own songs!" Allen said one day, hoping that would impress you. "Would you like to listen to them?"

"Seriously? That's so cool. Of course, I'd like to listen!"

"Alright, just meet me at the club! I'm performing there as BAE with Anne and Hajun."

"C-Club?"

"Oh, haven't you been to a club before? Then I'll accompany you before our performance starts. It'll be fun!"

Why not? you thought.

Allen picked you up before his performance and showed you around the club. It was an interesting yet fun experience, but what you found kind of weird was how he kept holding your hand throughout it all. You didn't think too much of it though. He was probably doing that in consideration of you, so you wouldn't get lost in the crowd.

"So yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it!" he said. "Will you be okay here? We're starting in ten minutes."

"Yes, I'll be fine," you replied. "I can't wait to see you perform!"

"Alright, see you later, (Y/N)!"

Watching him perform live was amazing. You finally understood why people here liked watching 'Phantom Lives.' They were incredible! You were so drawn into Allen's performance that you couldn't see anything else but him.

"Haha, how was it?" he asked you, panting.

"It was so cool!" you chirped. "And that was the song you wrote too? It was great!"

"Hahaha, thanks, (Y/N)!"

So whatever Allen did with hip hop, you were there too. You became closer to him than before that he no longer was a classmate to you, but someone even more special.

Just like everyone else, you were drawn to Hajun's prince-like charms, but you never dared to speak to him. He was definitely on another level than you, and you didn't want to disturb him with your plain, ordinary presence.

However, fate brought you together when Hajun spoke to you first. He picked up clues that you were new around here and wanted to help you familiarise yourself.

Confused but thankful, you accepted his offer. He was like a tour guide, bringing you in his limo around the city. It was kind of awkward at first, but he eased you into it when he would ask you where you came from and why you decided to move. He was friendly, but you could taste the way he teased you too.

After bringing you to so many places, Hajun had asked you if you knew about hip hop or anything to do with phantom lives. When you denied it, he merely chuckled and said that you should watch him perform. He didn't go further than that, so you had to find out yourself what he meant by it.

BAE was his hip hop group where they performed phantom lives at clubs. You entered by yourself, waiting for the show to begin. Hajun was up there on stage accompanied by Anne and Allen. Their performance was spectacular. The way Hajun rapped was something you didn't expect coming from him, but at the same time, it made perfect sense.

"So you made it," he teased. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Y-Yes, it was good!" you exclaimed. "Those were the illusions you talked about? They were pretty! How were you able to do that?"

"With my phantometal, of course," he replied, showing you the feather ring on his finger. He let you touch it due to curiosity. "Isn't it cool~?"

"It is!" you giggled. "Can I watch you perform again next time?"

"Haha, sure."

Not only did Hajun help you with familiarising yourself with the city, but with university work too. You should be grateful though because he wasn't doing this for just anyone. However, he was also questioning his actions when he thought about it.

He supposed that he was helping you out so much because he was also in a similar position when he arrived in Japan. He just wanted to make your experience here easy for you.

Plus hanging out with someone cute like you was actually fun. He loved answering whatever questions you threw at him especially those relating to hip hop. He always looked forward to your daily greeting in person and text.

Anne had caught an interest to you almost immediately. Of course, it was because you were cute, but it was also because your outfits were embarrassingly plain. They wondered if you'd allow them to dress you up. So one day in class, they introduced themselves.

Once Anne took in the info that you were new here, they were even more excited to become your friend. They wanted to show you everything! Entertainment, fashion, music, everything you were interested in!

And that's how you were introduced to hip hop too.

Taking in the knowledge of the city from Anne was like homework. They dumped everything on you so quickly that it was hard to grasp, but as they pulled you around the city, it was always so exhilarating.

"Oh, I'm also a part of BAE," they said. "It's the hip hop unit I'm in with Allen and Hajun. We usually perform at clubs, but we're going to be competing in Paradox Live next!"

"P-Paradox Live?" you queried. You knew of phantom lives since Anne mentioned those before, but this was different.

"Yep, it's gonna be huge! We're going up against other hip hop units to win ten billion! You'll come support us, right?"

Of course you were.

But standing in front of Club Paradox was intimidating. Everyone around you looked excited out of their minds, but you were the opposite.

"(Y/N), over here!" called out Anne. As you turned, they linked your arm with theirs and led you inside with Allen and Hajun. "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to leave you here," they continued. "But watch us closely, okay?"

Watching Anne perform that night was thrilling. Even when the rest of the units performed their songs, Anne's performance was something you couldn't shake off. The illusions that they described to you through words could not compare to the real thing.

After that, you would always watch Anne in person whenever they were performing with BAE in Paradox Live; cheering them on and voting for them. Anne would always look for you in the crowd too, happy that you appeared in their life.

Unlike BAE, you didn't meet Kanata at university. You bumped into him on the streets to university. You were lost and that's how you ended up at the slums. He thought you were an idiot, but he helped you out anyway.

You explained that you were new to the city, so you still didn't know your way around. Kanata was disinterested, but when you asked him why hip hop was so prevalent around here, his ears perked up.

He explained everything, but he also mentioned how there's 'real hip hop' and those who desire to make hip hop but fail. You were curious about what he meant by this, so you pressed him further into showing you what 'real hip hop' was.

He was about to refuse. He didn't really want to get close to you to begin with, but seeing that sparkle in your eye made him think otherwise. It also didn't help that you were kind of cute.

"Fine," he breathed. "When do you finish uni? I could show you today."

And so he did. After dropping you off at university, he picked you up straight after you were finished. It was evening by then, so the streets you walked on were crowded with people waiting for a team called 'Cozmez' to perform.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you into some shady underground business, situating you in a corner where he was sure nobody could disturb you.

"Just stay here," he said. "You'll be okay."

"W-Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm performing."

Before you could say anything else, he grinned. "You'll see what real hip hop is, (Y/N)."

And he was gone. You noticed that he was with someone else too, someone that looked oddly similar to him that you just knew he was his brother. When they were on stage, the crowd cheered louder than before.

That's when Kanata started rapping. You watched him intently, your eyes following his every movement, his every word. The music was loud, but it was exciting.

"So this is a 'phantom live'..." you murmured to yourself as you watched the illusions the twins were creating. "It's beautiful..."

You didn't expect Kanata to come back to you right after performing, but he did, asking you what you thought of it. You caught the slight bit of excitement in his question which also surprised you because even if you had just met him today, you already had his character noted down in the back of your mind. He was rude and aggressive, but he was also kind in a way.

You smiled. "It was awesome! I can't believe this is what I was missing out on!" you replied. "You were amazing, Kanata!"

His cheeks heated up, but you couldn't tell as it was dim. "Thanks," he said casually.

"Eh~ who's this?" asked his twin. "Kanata, I didn't think you were that type of person–"

"I-It's nothing like that!"

Nayuta introduced himself because if his brother was willing enough to bring a random girl to a place like this, he was sure that Kanata was a little interested in you.

"Be good to my brother, okay?" he whispered into your ear teasingly.

From then on, you became close to the Yatonokami twins, but you were even closer to Kanata, the boy who helped you on your first day. He became a lot more patient with you as he introduced you to even more places around the city, familiarising yourself with hip hop and the story behind it. It was always so fun learning more things when it was with Kanata.

And perhaps, Kanata was a little thankful that you got lost in the slums that day too.

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[paraliveimaginesblog]

Hi! Could I request BAE with an s/o who makes delicious meals and cooks for them daily? ❤️

Allen Sugasano:

Allen might not say it but you are responsible for keeping his living body in one piece. He tended to forget to eat, especially when in a lyric writing fog, and thus it’s up to you to remind him of his corporeal form. You make the things he loves and foods you know give him energy, a true properly balanced diet so maybe those late nights won’t drag his health down too much. He does show you gratitude with a thanks and a big smile every time you feed him, making it well-worth the effort you put into each meal.

Anne Faulkner:

Anne is eternally grateful as their cooking skill still wasn’t quite where they wanted it to be. They enjoyed cooking together but it was nice to be pampered with a hot meal at the end of a long day. They always looked forward to walking into a home smelling of hot food, excited to see what you were serving next. You had gotten them to try a handful of different foods, too, branching out and even taking recommendations on what might be nice to try next.

Hajun Yeon:

Hajun had never been used to this level of domesticity. He generally cooked for the others, and when at home he was cooked for but it was clearly just a job. He had never understood what it meant to taste ‘love’ in the food someone gives you but he thinks he gets it a little more the longer you cook for him. It’s clearly something you enjoy doing and you even experiment by cooking some of his favorite things, looking at him eagerly for approval while Hajun teases you by keeping a blank expression and keeping you on the edge of your seat as you await his judgment.

[kanatamour]

hi tora!! another blog, another request from me~ today im hoping for headcanons "how do they act when they have a crush and how would they manage to confess" with nayuta, kanata, reo & hajun!! i don't know how many characters you do at the time, so if that's too much just nayuta & kanata are nice!! thank you so much hehe <3

THIS IS MY LOVE.

Because ‘I love you’ is written in every single one of his actions, but he needs to tell you properly.

ft. Yatonokami Nayuta, Yatonokami Kanata, Maruyama Reo, Hajun Yeon x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, love confessions, some angst.

Hello, Jules, dear and thank you so much for sending in another request here ! I’m sorry this took a while, but I still hope you enjoy it and that it can make you smile <3 I ended up making it in time before the year ends, so happy new year !

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

“You came along, and my heart smiled. So, get rid of those doubts, my love, I’ve been waiting for you.”

— With Nayuta, you realize he’s in love because of his smile.

— His usually apathetic, even melancholy expression, is replaced by an upwards curve to his lips, brimming in a sweetness that is hard to place.

— To anyone who deigns to observe where his iridescent eyes keep looking, they’d find you at the end of the lane.

— It is easy to see, when you two are together. His gaze is a little brighter, that difference that makes you discern dusk from dawn; he seems more energized, the lilt to his voice a tad more upbeat, particles of sundust shining in the words he addresses to you.

— And perhaps everyone notices, and Nayuta hopes you do too.

— And maybe you already have, but alas, fear seems to follow humans in crucial moments, confusing the heart, leading it through twisting alleys that echo the unsavory sounds of ‘what if’.

— What is it’s just all in your head. What if you’re overthinking and reading the signs the wrong way.

— The sighs he lets out, alone, in the dead on night are the unheard confirmation that his feelings for you are real.

— And yet, miles separate you, each of you lying on your side in the blue light of a faded moon.

— But, as they say, every cloud has a silver lining.

— Nayuta just will have to tell you directly, then.

— Or rather, show you.

— You find yourselves on the topmost floor of his secret hideout, the sun casting in coppery hues the thousands of piled up buildings below; a beautiful contradiction, how the slums had a beauty to them at golden hour.

— But so did your moments with Nayuta.

— You found him, the one you hold most dear. It didn’t matter if it was in a place this world had forgotten.

— Because you could never forget Yatonokami Nayuta.

— Nor the kiss he gives you when you turn towards him at the call of your name.

— You can taste the remaining sweetness of the popsicle he was just eating as his hands land on either side of you, stabilizing himself when he leans in further.

— And because there is no way your mind is making up the cool softness of his lips on yours, you kiss him back, hands cradling his cheeks, strands of silken moonshine reflected on puddles after the rain tickling your fingers.

— “Is it clear now, that I like you, my cute [Y/n]?” Nayuta utters, in the sunset lit instants between his kiss and the second one you initiate as an answer.

— You don’t trust your voice right now, so you’ll speak in the language lovers do when words are superfluous.

— And you can be sure, he’ll be asking for more.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

“Your petals were bloodied amidst the storm and you still shined. When I next realized, I was the thorns, and you, the only rose.”

— Kanata doesn’t know what is it he feels for you.

— And what’s more, he doesn’t know why.

— Weren’t you another one of those rich brats to begin with? It was your fault that day you were in trouble in the rain, being robbed by some troublemakers.

— And yet, the moment you resisted to give them your pocket money and one of the attacker’s hands closed around your wrist, something in Kanata snapped.

— He doesn’t know how, or the reason behind which he found himself throwing punches until those bastards were running away.

— But he knew he didn’t like the sight of the cut they somehow managed to land on your cheek.

— “Thank you for that, but are you okay?” You asked him, checking for bruises on your nameless savior.

— You are the one bleeding and yet, you ask him that.

— “You shouldn’t be here.” Kanata spats, turning away.

— “Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, running to catch up with him.

— He ‘tsks’. Why can’t he leave you alone in the rain? Why does the sight of blood running down a stranger’s face sit so wrong with him?

— Annoyed, he drapes his jacket over your head.

— “You don’t want to know.” Are the last words he tells you, before running off.

— You stand there, dumfounded, the boy’s hoodie shielding you from the rain.

— You’ll be back here tomorrow.

— The sky dyes in shades of peach and lavender, reminding you of the sweet scent of spring. Ironic, in such a cold evening, and even more so in this district.

— You have a feeling you’ll find him again, so you wait. His jacket is neatly folded over your lap, as a stray kitten rubs itself against your leg.

— Then you spot him. Short sleeved t-shirt on, hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants.

— “Put this on, at least!” You call, throwing him his jacket. “Catch!”

— Eyes not unlike the color of the sky widen at the sight of you again.

— “Thank you for yesterday, whatever your name is.” You softly tell the young man, reaching where he stands with the small cat in your arms.

— It meows at him. Extending one of its paws.

— “See? He wants to know your name too!” You pout, holding one of the kitten’s white paws in your hand.

— “Ugh fine! It’s Kanata, okay?”

— “Nice to meet you, Kanata.” You giggle, as the cat paws at your hero’s face.

— And somehow, the way you call his name… It’s pleasant, a sweet melody shining in a world of gray.

— He wants to see you again.

— So, next time, he’s the one to seek you out.

— You always meet at the same place; the street where the white kitten lives. Sometimes it goes home with Kanata, though, and others you bring him to your apartment.

— Time is fleeting, and days become months, with December snow fading to rays of February sun, auguring an early spring.

— And then one day, Kanata isn’t there.

— You wait, with your cat friend, who meows sadly at you, climbing on your lap when the first tears begin to fall.

— That evening you leave, matching cups of ramen left to the freeze of a lonely night.

— However, someone saw this hurtful scene.

— “Care to explain yourself?” Nayuta asks his brother, slamming the door behind him.

— Kanata turns slightly around. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

— “Oh, you… You know very well. Why didn’t you go today?”

— To which Kanata shrugs.

— “Fine. I hope you know they left crying.” His younger twin points out. “Will you just face your feelings and accept you’re in love and that they love you?”

— “That’s…” Kanata’s shoulders slump. “They deserve better…”

— “Silly!” His brother intercepts, with a soft flick to his forehead. “And what? They want you. So you better get it together and go find them now!”

— And well, for some reason, Kanata doesn’t need to be told twice.

— Luckily for him, a small friend is there to help.

— Following the kitty, they both manage to locate you.

— “[Y/n]! Wait!” The boy who saved you that night calls, putting a hand on your shoulder.

— “What do you want, Yatonokami?” You ask, tone cold, without turning around.

— It hurts him. The way he’s hurt you, the way you won’t face him, the way you use his last name instead.

— “I’m sorry. I just… I’m stupid, okay? I couldn’t come to terms with- the thing is- I… I… Oh, to hell with it! I like you, okay? And I just didn’t know how to act around you or what to do and I thought you deserved better and so I just stood you up and I messed up.”

— A chuckle is definitely not the answer he was expecting.

— “You are cute when you blush, Kanata.” You murmur, wiping away a stray tear, smiling sweetly at him.

— “I’m not-“ He starts, cheeks blooming in crimson roses.

— “I said it’s cute. You are cute.”

— Droplets of thin rain begin to fall.

— “I like you too, if that wasn’t obvious.” You softly say, with a kiss to his cheeks.

— Much like the night you met, rain surrounds you. This time, it’s his cheek that burns, not because an open wound, but because of the searing sensation of a kiss he won’t forget.

ଓ MARUYAMA REO

“What is the point for a rainbow to hide? Let’s write our love in the sky.”

— Reo is a cutie and he definitely has a way with flirting.

— So that’s exactly what he does.

— He is not shy about it in the slightest, often complimenting you on your new clothes, telling how sweet you are or giving you hugs out of nowhere.

— Of course, all of the above, always that you are comfortable; Reo is very cheerful, but he knows how to read your emotions and pick up what you like and dislike.

— And at first, you didn’t think much of it. Sure, he is very affectionate with you, but he is with everyone else too, right? It’s not like you are receiving special treatment.

— Which, in turn, frustrates Reo more.

— Is he doing something wrong? He’s being pretty obvious, right?

— Or maybe… you don’t feel the same way?

— No, no, no, he can’t fall into negativity.

— He has to take you to a nice date and tell you how he feels directly.

— So, he puts together some money he’s been saving and chooses his cutest outfit. This is a special occasion and he wants to make you happy.

— When you arrive at the accorded spot, Reo is already waiting for you.

— Sure, he is a sunshine, but you didn’t expect an amusement park date, seeming how he and his gang usually preferred to hang out at the ramen place.

— “Hello, [Y/n]!” He greets you, those eyes of his mirroring the sunset clouds lining the horizon. “I got cotton candy hehe. One for you and one for me!”

— You take the sweet treat from him, eyes sparkly at the delicious sugary scent wafting around you.

— “Woaah! It looks so tasty! You’re the best Reo…” You thank him.

— And maybe, just maybe, because this is a date, you leave a cotton candy kiss on his cheek, giggling at the pink remnants left behind.

— To which the boy grins mischievously, bringing his fingers to it and tasting the sugary treat.

— “Hmm… Your kiss was sweeter…” He ponders, as your cheeks heat up. “What if we repeat it, properly this time?”

— And at that moment, beneath the lighting of dusk and attractions, your lips touch for the first time; a memory written over cottony clouds in rosey glaze.

— “I love you, pretty.” Reo utters, nose brushing against yours, when he parts.

— “I love you too, Reo.” Are your words, before you initiate a second kiss.

— Little did you two know, Iori and the rest of the gang are looking from afar, proud of his youngest member (Suiseki is a little jealous, but that’s another story).

ଓ HAJUN YEON

“I’ll erase the piercing words that were etched into your soul that day.”

— This man’s way of flirting is teasing you (change my mind).

— With his fans, he is all smiles and charming phrases, but when he really loves you, you get to see a more… naughty side of him.

— When he teases you, he doesn’t do it out of malice, no.

— He’s been hurt in the past, and even if his infatuation with you grows by the day, a part of him is still afraid he’ll be discarded again.

— The words ‘you are not needed anymore’ still resound inside his mind, no matter how much he smiles or tries to look perfect on the outside.

— So he’s wary of diving into a new relationship.

— But at the same time, you are so lovely… The way you pout when he’s teasing you, or how you call him and wave at him whenever you see him at uni…

— Hajun would really like to spend more time with you.

— “You should.” Anne tells him, when they finally get Hajun to spill the beans. “I know you’re afraid to trust but… Isn’t it lonely, to keep the one you love at a distance?”

— It is, yes.

— It’s painful if he stays away. And the variant of getting hurt hangs in the air if he tries to get closer.

— But, as they say, ships were not made to stay at harbor.

— So he’ll take this chance and hope for the best.

— And for that, you know he’ll use his charm.

— A cute cafe date here; dinner at his place that he cooked himself using organic ingredients there; and of course, the occasional expensive gift you had been eyeing, mysteriously arriving at your doorstep.

— You like all of this, and especially, you like him.

— However, a part of you can’t help but wonder: what does he want with me? What does he get out of all of this?

— With those thoughts, you lie in bed, listening to his music in the new noise canceling headphones you’re sure he’s bought for you.

— You’re so not sleeping tonight. Maybe tomorrow you’ll ask him about what ‘ulterior’ motives he has.

— The model’s vibrant eyes widen slightly behind his glasses when you utter the question.

— “Why me, Hajun? What are you planning?”

— It hurts him. How it seems he’s not the only one with trust issues here.

— So that’s how you think of it. Some kind of twisted game he’s playing to get something out of you.

— “I’m serious here, Hajun.” You insist, tone stern, when all the answer he gives you are the subtle expressions of his face.

— And for once, he decides to be honest. No mask of perfection obscuring the words he next speaks.

— “Because I’ve fallen in love with you, [Y/n]. Because I was afraid to trust, to be left behind, thrown away. But then you came around. And I wanted to spend more time with you. This is no game, not one that I plan on ending anyway.” He whispers that last part to your ear, a knowing smile on his lips as he feels the heat on your cheeks.

— “Hajun… You… You mean that?”

— “More than anything.” He vows, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, the one adorned with the set of silver rings he gifted you, never once breaking eye contact.

— Your fingers slot in between his. You suppose it’s alright to let your heart take command and test the waters.

— After all, you can’t keep denying you’ve been in love with him since the beginning, too. You just never thought he’d end up reciprocating.

[seizingthesky]

hi! would it be possible to request forget-me-nots with hajun? c: thank youu!

Yessss YESSSSSS I love Hajun so bad. Have a good day dear anon

FORGET-ME-NOTS: What do they do to get their s/o’s attention?

HAJUN is hard to ignore. He's the kind of guy who can get your attention at the drop of a hat, whether by teasing you or otherwise. He won't stand for being ignored by anyone, especially his darling partner. I can see him getting uncharacteristically pouty if you've been distracted and not giving him the attention he wants. Hajun likes to tease and torment you, but he isn't the type to beat around the bush when he wants your undivided attention on him. Even if what you're working on is super important, he'll sneak up behind you to wrap his arms around your shoulders, resting his head in the crook of your neck to whisper about how cruel you're being; is that silly paper really more important than your handsome, charming boyfriend? If that doesn't tug at your heartstrings enough, then you'd best believe this is a challenge he fully intends to win. Be careful, alright?

[oinkoink321]

bruh the ending for there paradox live anime was so silly, HOWEVER- I think the whole power of friendship and singing to almost dead Kanata was much needed after Aot and jjk. (I’m going insane I love them sm)

[selenemoonlite]

ahhhhhh yeiii a new paraliveeee blog!! welcome ~^^ ~, if possible I could ask headcanons for bae (separately ~) with a beauty queen mc, someone who continually dedicates herself to participating in beauty contests and winning them but suddenly started to lose her confidence :0 jsj that's the premise I like bae and his whole concept of accepting himself so imagine what they would be like in a situation like that with a mc :')) that would be all, thank you and have a good day!!

┈➤ oh sure! I love this prompt! Let's start and thanks for requesting! Please enjoy reading :3

✧.* B.A.E. (Allen, Hajun, Anne) ⋆｡° ✮

┈➤ Allen Sugasano

This one man is so lucky and a champ that he supports your pageantry throughout your hard work. Allen keeps his check to make things sure you're on the right track and practice, he often watches your performances on stage. The catwalk, to the dresses, and even delivering your best answers with the right choice of words to express. He couldn't be more supportive and aloud of it fully flexing you. Amidst all the success and even places, you've participated in this event. You have your doubts about it, seeing every beautiful woman who has the bigger ambition, wits, and brains your self-esteem gradually gives you the nervewracking feeling that you're not good enough. But, Allen brings out his positivity that you'll do your best no matter what, you're always his number on the queen in his heart.

┈➤ Anne Faulkner

At what point do they give their utmost supportive hype and a wingman they are to you when you compete? Anne gives the best advice and makeover for you to look gorgeous. They're your hair, and make-up artist, and stylish. Anne insisted so since the beginning. Let's you take their stuff to wear to the pageant. An ever-undying love they could give to you was offering things they knew to help you work within. You were their muse and model for fashion and style. When Anne notices your inner burden you won't be enough like those who are not what Anne sees. They will snap and tell you that you rock better. Kicking the start to compliment and non-stop appreciation they see when you walk the runaway. When they see your confidence so bright it makes me feel like they have never seen beauty in their eyes, they will not stop giving you words of affirmation to prove your worth and hyping you until you're back on track! How they love the confidence you're building if they were there to guide and help you out, right? Anne is the perfect one to be there.

┈➤ Hajun Yeon

In no absence does this Korean Do-S rapper can do to attend every pageant. Hajun is always either in his secret seat whether on the backstage or in front of the stage just to get a glimpse of your astonishing aura of beauty he cannot seem to look away. The provider of good things for you to prepare, Hajun is always organizing seeing you prep for your competition. There are times when he buys you lavishing gifts such as clothes that he thinks look beautiful and fabulous on you, what make-up you wear, shoes, bags, you name it! He spoils you on what he thinks is the best. Hajun isn't verbally keen upon your doubts that you're not the confident queen he sees on stage their insecurities linger in. And you know what he does to redeem and reflect you to get back on track? Hajun tries to comfort you and tells you that every queen has its downsides and insecurities within that is what makes them powerful. They're building, Hajun rarely speaks such comfort for you to feel better as you listen which makes it a lot better.

[pillow-anime-infos]

paradox live {masterlist}

I. BAE

ALLEN SUGASANO

soon

HAJUN YEON

“let’s stay like this forever, please.” {quote prompt number 33 + scenario | 542 words ; sfw}

ANNE FAULKNER

fashion week in milan {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 413 words ; sfw}

II. THE CAT’S WHISKERS

NAOAKIRA SAIMON

daddy {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 657 words ; nsfw}

YOHEI KANBAYASHI

soon

RYU NATSUME

soon

SHIKI ANDO

soon

III. COZMEZ

KANATA YATONOKAMI

mother (ft. nayuta yatonokami) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 573 words ; sfw}

“please! please, don’t leave me!” {quote prompt number 29 + scenario | 559 words ; suggestive}

NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

mother(ft. kanata yatonokami) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 573 words ; sfw}

IV. AKANYATSURA

IORI SUISEKI

his lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

“the princess shouldn’t wait, you know?” {quote prompt number 17 + scenario | 581 words ; sfw}

ZEN GAHO

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

HOKUSAI MASAKI

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

REO MARUYAMA

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

SATSUKI ITO

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

V. BURAIKAN

CHISEI KUZURYU

soon

HARUOMI SHINGU

“should ifuck you? so beg for it.” {quote prompt number 45 + scenario | 937 words ; nsfw}

[arklayraven]

Anne's fashion brand: SWANK

And those who took part in modeling with/for Anne for their fashion brand clothes/accessories:

Ryu Natsume

Reo Maruyama

Nayuta Yatonokami

Aoi Kureha

Yeon Hajun

Toma Hikage

You can find/buy(if available) some of the clothes/accessories shown above here:

[underlanternglow]

UNDER A SMILE — ♡

anon asked → oliii i would like to ask for yandere headcanons for hajun with a fem reader let's say she's little aware of his sadistic side?) so she thinks hajun is someone just straight and deep and doesn't notice his sadism, well if it sounds too specific i'm fine with just hdcns from hajun being yandere :')) he has a lot of material to exploit in that area hehe thanks and welcome I'm glad to see another paralive blog \^^/

a/n - a yandere request as my first one feels extremely appropriate, thank you anon!

hajun yeon —

if there's one thing hajun frequently does around you, it's smiling

you never seem to notice his real intentions – which, honestly, is perfectly fine with him – and that gives him free reign to do as he pleases

as a yandere, hajun would be extremely manipulative, and he hides it behind a sweet smile. you're none the wiser on what he actually means when he's like that, though

that’s not to say that he’s nice to you. you’ve convinced yourself that his sharp word choice means he cares for you in his own special way, which is sort of true. it’s just that his version of caring for you runs deeper than you could ever imagine

you take his words to heart. when hajun wants you to himself, you're easily convinced not to go out that night

when you wonder why your friends contact you less and less, he's there to tell you they weren't worth your time anyway, and that you should spend time with him and the rest of BAE instead. you accept this. to you, he's right, there's not much else to do about the situation, right? if they were truly your friends, they would talk to you, right?

speaking of, he would carefully watch how the other members interact with you. they know not to step on his toes, they know a little about his true nature, but as much as he wants to keep your attention all of the time, he has to give you some leeway

he expects you to listen to him at all times. he’s the most important person in your life after all! but it’s often trial-and-error

he’s mentioned you avoiding someone that’s trying to stick too close to you, but maybe you don’t listen or take it too seriously. now you have to deal with an icy hajun all day

should you not listen to him, he has no problems dishing out a passive-aggressive attitude and words that sting

you feel horrible, and always end up apologizing until he finds it in his heart to forgive you

(he was going to forgive you after you realized the error of your ways, naturally, but you had to know that you were wrong)

overall, hajun always knows what’s best, and expects that he takes priority in your life, because you love him. and because you love him, his true nature is easily hidden

[azul-marie]

can you do headcanons for cozmez and hajun with a olympic figure skater s/o please? thank you!

hello! thanks for your request. i hope you enjoy your reading, please have a lovely day. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance

characters: kanata, nayuta yatonokami. yeon hajun.

kanata:

although he says little about it, he is ultimately fascinated by the workings of your talent. even after some time dating, he can never quite figure out how elegantly you move with ease, the grace in your strides or the power behind your awe inspiring leaps. it is rare for him to view your performances in person, since you two are likely on opposite sides of the world and he, busy with paradox live concerts, can’t seem to catch a break to visit as much as he’d like. the times he can, however, kanata is sure to take in the beauty behind every move you make. he likes to record short segments of your performances to post on his social media, all to happy to gloat over you for all his fans to see.

isn’t the type to figure skate, nor does he have any interest in doing so — mostly, it’s just because he’s embarrassed of making a fool of himself in front of you, an actual olympian champion. no amount of persuading will convince him to join you. he’s happy supporting you from the sidelines.

nayuta:

he’s a fan of rollerskating, which is kind of like figure skating, except on wheels — his way of finding common ground with you. nayuta is much more impressed with your expertise as from a personal view, this simple hobby falls short of all of your efforts. similarly to his brother, he isn’t able to view your acts in person like he wants to, but makes up for it by watching the broadcasting/live-streaming the event during quick breaks of their concerts. he’s also the type to send you short, thoughtful messages for you to read once you’ve finished up, hoping to make you happy even without being there to see it.

is interested in learning how to figure skate seeing how he already knows how to roller skate. nayuta feels confident he’ll do well for a first timer, but will be extremely flustered should he continue making multiple mistakes despite your patient teaching. it’ll become a pastime to practice together whenever you two happen to be in the same area. it deepens nayuta’s admiration for your talent.

hajun:

often jokes about how much of a trophy boyfriend he’s become for you, seeing how much your global popularity surpasses his — for very good reason, of course. hajun adores how gifted you are, even if he hides it behind all his teasing and mirth. he acknowledges the incredible amount of effort you’ve worked towards, as he himself was put through various athletics as a child, but never quite stuck with any of them as he grew older. the fact you have impresses him immensely. hajun is more than happy to cancel some of his performances in order to visit yours, assured that his loyal fans would understand why. it isn’t often one dates an olympian, after all. whatever opportunities to see your talent in person, he will always take them.

is actually quite good at skating right off the bat. hajun admits to not liking how easily one can bump and bruise from falling though, which may prove an inconvenience to his modeling work. he’ll join you only if he has no upcoming shoots to attend, or if you beg him a little. (he likes it when you beg.)

[moonartemisia]

If you'd think Dongha would hate Heidi being his older half brother's lover, well he doesn't though. Dongha's inner schemes wants to paint Heidi as his shield like some little brother pulling childish acts on her. It goes like:

Dongha: You know that I hate him, right?

Letitia: I'm aware, Dongha-ya. *chuckles* why do you seem to hate him?

Dongha: that's beyond my personal agenda, Letitia-noona!

Hajun: And? *suddenly beams in*

Dongha: .... *goes beside Letitia*

Hajun: I heard you don't put her in between us, Dongha

Dongha: tsk, as if I care! *holds onto her side a bit*

[seangelfish]

"Can you peel me an orange?" (w/ BAE)

Featured Characters: Allen Sugasano, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationships, no mention of pronouns ♡ Word count: 1,184 ♡ Synopsis: Inspired by the Orange Peel test that's going around the internet lately, but this time with BAE! Click here for Kanata's version.

🍊 ALLEN SUGASANO

It was around 10pm when you asked him to peel you an orange. You had gotten this idea from a video Anne showed you, so you were curious about how Allen would react especially when he was busy writing new music.

But you did feel kind of bad asking him to do this now, when he was so concentrated and in his element. However, you knew this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

"...Huh?" Confusion was scribbled on his face, but he didn't put his pen down, so you assumed he wasn't listening.

"Allen, could you please peel me an orange?" you repeated.

Still not stopping his rhythm, he replied, "What...? Why can't you do it?"

You could tell he was just genuinely confused by how his eyebrows were raised.

"Are your hands okay?" he continued, looking up at you. "Let me see them–"

"What? No, they're fine!" you laughed. "It's okay, you don't have to."

You weren't too upset at his reaction to this test. After all, he was busy and 'in his zone', so you decided to just leave it at that.

Allen stopped for a moment as if he was thinking about something. If he rejected your request, would you be disappointed in him? Maybe your hands do hurt, but you didn't want to admit it. Or perhaps it was just something a boyfriend should do for his lover? 'Yeah, it's probably that...' he thought.

He stood up from his seat and headed over to the kitchen. He grabbed an orange and washed it before peeling it. He was rather quiet about it as if he was pouring all his concentration on this one simple task.

"Well, here you go, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed happily once he was finished peeling. "That was random, but I hope you enjoy!"

You instantly smiled at this, appreciating how cute and kind your boyfriend was. "Thank you, Allen," you said softly. "I love you."

"Mm, no problem! I love you too, (Y/N)."

Allen was already back in his seat, scribbling away at his notebook. You couldn't just leave him here to himself after he kindly accepted your request, so you kept him company the whole night, feeding him pieces of your orange before drifting into a peaceful slumber.

🍊 HAJUN YEON

You had just returned home from a long day of work, annoyed but still upbeat. After all, your boyfriend Hajun was here to greet you with one of his sweetest smiles.

"Ah, welcome back, (Y/N). How's your day been?" he asked you, looking up from a sheet of paper that he was previously scanning.

"It could've been better," you answered with a yawn.

However, this time, Hajun didn't greet you with his usual hugs or kisses. You wondered why until you noticed the orange he was eating.

"Hmm... I want an orange too," you said nonchalantly.

"Sure, go ahead and get one."

"Aw, but Hajun... could you not peel one for me, please~?" you playfully begged as you clasped your hands together in a way to get him to oblige. "I've been having a rough day so it would be nice if you could do that for me!"

You were just joking, but when Hajun wouldn't move from his seat and then stated you could peel an orange yourself because 'you were perfectly capable of doing so', it ticked you off.

"Come on, Hajun... You're my boyfriend..."

"Are you really that dependent on me, (Y/N)? Haha, how cute..."

He was clearly making fun of you with his lighthearted jokes. You just weren't in the mood for that today and because of that, you got easily irritated. You didn't really want to go back and forth with him even if it was playful banter either.

“Here, an orange for you to peel yourself~” Hajun continued to joke.

You stared annoyingly at the orange he tried to give you. You rolled your eyes in response, preparing to make your leave to your room.

"Why couldn't you just peel me an orange...?" you muttered to yourself. Hajun had caught that, but before he could reply, you were already in your room.

You laid yourself on your bed, groaning into your pillow. “He’s so annoying!” you yelled, your sounds muffled by the cotton.

“Who’s annoying?” asked Hajun as he opened your door.

“You obviously.”

He chuckled and sat beside you on your bed. “Are you really that upset I didn’t peel you an orange?” he questioned, stroking your hair softly. “Is that what you really want?”

You didn’t respond.

“Please look up, (Y/N).”

You groaned again but obliged. As you lifted your head, you noticed a bowl of oranges in front of you, peeled and separated.

“There you go. An orange peeled just for you~”

You couldn’t stay mad at him. A giggle escaped your lips. Throwing a pillow at your boyfriend which he caught with his face, you finally said, “You’re so annoying, but thank you.”

As you happily began eating the oranges, Hajun watched you attentively. Maybe he should peel you more fruits from now on if that's what makes you happy.

But not after teasing you, of course!

🍊 ANNE FAULKNER

It was a chill day where you and Anne lazed around on the couch together, scrolling through your phones. A particular video had caught your eye and so you decided to test your partner on it.

"I'm hungry..." you groaned.

“Okay! Then I’ll tell Hajun to cook something up for us!” exclaimed Anne.

“No, you can’t!” you quickly refused. You didn't want to disturb Hajun especially when he had already cooked lunch for everyone a few hours ago.

"Well, you know I can't cook," said Anne.

"I know you can't," you teased which resulted in Anne tickling you in response. "Hahaha! Could you just give me an orange?"

"Haha, sure thing, love."

They jumped off the couch and walked towards the kitchen. You waited not more than a minute for them to come back to you with an orange.

Now this was the best time for you to drop the question. To ask them to peel that orange for you. The video that caught your interest earlier mentioned the orange peel test where you tested your partner in doing a simple task for you. You wondered whether Anne would peel you an orange or not. You didn't doubt that they would though, but it didn't hurt to try.

You began, "Oh, Anne, could you–"

Yet they interrupted you. "Wait a minute," they said.

You watched them in surprise when they started peeling the orange in front of you. Even when they kind of struggled with it, you watched your partner in awe and love. Anne would peel an orange for you without being asked to.

"Okay, done~" they sang. "Here, love. Say ahhh~"

You giggled, playing along to their game.

"Ahhh~" you repeated as Anne plopped a piece into your mouth. It was sweet just like your partner who smiled at you brightly.

"You passed the test!" you exclaimed, eating yet another piece that Anne fed you.

"Hmm? What test?" they asked curiously.

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

Intro page | Paradox Live masterlist | Request rules

[paraliveimaginesblog]

Ello! I would like to request the same request you've gotten before "S/O wearing a low-cut dress" but with different characters. Hajun, Ryu, Shiki, Ryoga, and Itsuki. If that's all okay, thank youuu~!

Hajun Yeon:

Hajun always felt the fiery bite of jealousy when you purposely wore outfits to draw attention to yourself, knowing it was simply how you had always been but hating that he loved the confidence that was also his downfall. He doesn’t police you but he does act more possessive than normal, his comments particularly biting when someone looks at you even a second too long.

Itsuki:

Itsuki doesn’t have many comments on your outfit, though he does worry about you falling or making wrong step and revealing yourself to the world. If the weather is cooler he would insist you take a jacket, puzzled when you teased him about jealousy when he was truly just stopping you from getting a cold. He fixes your outfit often when you were together due to worrying about everyone getting an eyeful of your but it makes you feel doted on, so you don’t mind.

Ryoga Tosa:

Ryoga is always on guard dog duty when he’s out with you, so your clothes didn’t really factor into the equation. If you’re going somewhere a little more questionable or sleazy he might worry about you attracting too much attention, as he’s trying to avoid a longer prison sentence, but he thinks you should wear what you want. He’s never been a restrictive boyfriend (because he can fight) but he won’t let anyone disrespect you when he’s around.

Ryu Natsume:

Ryu makes a few comments, but they’re innocent considering who he is. He’s confused at first, asking where the rest of your suit went as so much skin wasn’t suited to being in space. He won’t say he doesn’t like it but he does notice you’re getting more attention, loudly pointing it out which soon shames the on lookers. He thinks you’re a dazzling star regardless of what you wear, promising to explore the endless galaxy with you regardless of your lack of proper clothing.

Shiki Ando:

Shiki can’t even look at you when you wear anything that’s short or low-cut, feeling embarrassed or like he shouldn’t be seeing it even if you were dating. It was cute seeing him get flustered but you tried not to push it, knowing he could get easily overwhelmed. It’s not super common to go out with him in a provocative outfit but you enjoyed looking cute, and you especially loved when Shiki stuttered out a compliment with a completely pink face.

[kanatamour]

A MILLION MILES AWAY.

“My soul is always with you.”

ft. Sugasano Allen, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Yatonokami Kanata, Yatonokami Nayuta x fem! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, comfort.

Hey, nonnie ! You requested on my previous blog and I’m very sorry this took me forever, I still hope you can enjoy it, hun <3

ଓ SUGASANO ALLEN

— To ever enthusiastic Allen, the fact you have hearing hypersensitivity is so cool.

— To him, it’s almost like a superpower, how you can catch up on the faintest of sounds, even discerning their subtlety in all kinds of songs.

— So, it is not uncommon for him to ask you for advice when he’s composing BAE’s melodies.

— The way you can discern every variation in the symphony and how you always know what’s the best combination for it with the lyrics, never fails to leave your boyfriend speechless.

— In these instances, maroon eyes stare at you, lovestruck, the hue on his cheeks not so different as he gets a little lost in you as you compose.

— However, all gifts came at a price.

— Because your sensitivity to sound happened to be a double edged sword.

— You just couldn’t attend lives.

— You had tried. More than once. And it ended terribly every single one of them.

— The sounds were too loud, and the bright lights didn’t help either with the overstimulation the loud music already caused you.

— No matter how hard you tried to calm down, your breathing became shallow, ragged, as if your lungs were closing in.

— And you hate it. You hate you can’t be there to see your partner on stage from the first row, after how passionate he is with hip-hop, and after all he’s gone through to pursue it.

— But Allen does not only love hip-hop.

— He loves you, above all else.

— And he understands what it’s like to feel like you can’t endure it anymore, like you’re going to suffocate and like everything’s too much.

— His trap reactions are quite bad, after all.

— And he doesn’t want the one he loves so deeply to have to experience something similar to it.

— So he understands and he would never hold it against you.

— Now you wait for him, the covers of his bed snug around you, as you hold your phone screen before you.

— Earphones on, you watch intently, as BAE steps on stage.

— A phoenix flies over the audience, and a wide smile spreads on your face.

— This is the song you composed together, and you know, with it, your lover will shine as bright as his illusion does.

ଓ HAJUN YEON

— You didn’t want him to find out.

— Hajun is perfect, and you’re honored as it is that he wanted you as his girlfriend.

— For you to be this sensitive to sound… You know you’d end up making trouble for him if you went to one of his lives.

— So at first you make excuses.

— You tell him you have appointments or work on the days and time BAE have their lives.

— You feel bad for lying to him like this, but you just don’t know how to tell him.

— What if he thinks you’re stupid? What if he gets tired of you? What if he leaves you and hates you?

— These are the thoughts racing through your muddled mind as you stare at your laptop’s screen, waiting for the site where you watch all of Hajun’s stage concerts to load.

— It is strange, it’s not working… Perhaps the connexion’s just bad?

— While you’re immersed in your own tribulations, you suddenly hear the front door opening, making you jump and stand up straight.

— “Well, well, well, what is my princess doing here? Didn't she have work today?”

— “H-hajun… Didn’t you have a performance now?” You manage, averting your eyes from his vermillion ones. In the mischief shining through his sharp eyes, you know you’ve been set up.

— “I… I’m… I’m sorry…” You finally mumble, head lowered.

— A slender finger hooks under your chin.

— “Don’t look away from me, sweetheart.” He whispers, in the dimly lit space between. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

— And in that moment, you see your own fear reflected in his eyes.

— The fear of abandonment, of being left behind, not loved or needed anymore.

— “I’m very sensitive to sounds, especially loud ones. So coming to see you live is impossible for me. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Your voice breaks a little, your vision becoming blurry with tears.

— “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be with someone as weak as me, so I-“

— Your words are cut off the moment your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you.

— “Don’t. Don’t say it. Because that will never happen. You’re not weak, dear. And I’d never ever think of not being with you.” Hajun’s own voice falters, his hold on you tightening. “I knew there was something going on. I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”

— After that, you never need to come up with more alibis to justify your absence.

— Your lover gets you the best (and most expensive too, probably) iPad and headset ever, so you can comfortably follow BAE’s lives from home.

— And of course, when he gets back home, he gives you plenty of affection (and teasing too). But that is a story just you and him are privy to, and is reserved for another day.

ଓ ANNE FAULKNER

— Anne is quite emotionally perceptive, so they pick up on the fact that something about physically going to live shows affects you.

— You hadn’t planned on letting them know so soon, but honestly, who can resist Anne’s comforting and kind aura?

— So you explain, how the loud music of the stage feels a hundredfold louder inside your head, to the point where it even… scares you.

— That being the same reason you don’t usually show up at CANDY Club either.

— Your partner understands, hazel eyes taking you in with tenderness.

— They sit next to you on the living room’s couch, arms wrapped around you. The scent of your lover’s perfume was too strong to some, but to you, it’s the known comfort of a hypnotizing field of poppies.

— “[Y/n]”. Anne calls. “What’s worrying you, hun?” Their hands trace soothing patterns along your back, the motions easing the heaviness of your heart, if only a little.

— You let out a sigh, shoulders sagging as you exhale some pressure out of you.

— “I feel bad, Anne… Because, well, you’re such a good partner, but I can never come to your lives or to the club you work at.”

— Their loving gaze is trained on you, head slightly tilted to the side. An invitation to go on. The promise to be by your side, no matter what.

— “My hearing… well, it’s above the usual, so i’m extremely sensitive to sound. For me to be in a space with loud music… It’s practically impossible. That is why I can never be at concerts to cheer you on. But I promise, I follow every single one of them from home, and you’re always stunning when you’re up there, Anne.”

— They smile, knowingly.

— “Why didn’t you say so sooner, baby?” BAE’s fashion icon asks, leaving an outline of vibrant lipstick when they kiss your cheek.

— “Please, never feel guilty or bad because of this. I love you more than anything, and that will never change.” They finish, eyes framed in fuchsia earnest when they meet yours.

— “But aaghh! I missed so many chances to do your makeup and hair! You’re following the lives anyway, no matter if it’s from home, so that calls for a cute outfit and eyeliner to match!

— Airy laughter fills the room. With Anne, there was no way negative emotions could ever get to you.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

— At first, he’s hurt.

— Why is it that you never come to see him and his brother perform?

— Are you just another rich brat? Are you looking down on them? Do you not support the one thing that sheds a little light in his life?

— And you are hurt too.

— Because you’d want nothing more than to be there, cheering him on, your smile, the first thing he sees when he looks at the audience.

— And then he realizes. It’s not that you don’t want. Rather, that you can’t.

— It only takes a thunderstorm for him to notice.

— You had always been skittish when you spent nights at his apartment and a train passed by, the tracks shaking and rattling.

— But this… You are trembling.

— “Hey, it’s just a storm, we’ll be safe in here.” Kanata tries, watching you bundled beneath the blanket you two shared when you slept with him.

— Your hold on the cloth tightens.

— “I-it’s not that, Kanata… I-it’s so loud, too loud… My head feels like it’ll split…”

— Oh.

— So it’s loud sounds you can’t handle.

— Thinking back on it, it is true you always turned the volume down when you two shared earphones, or asked him to do the same thing every time he showed you a new song.

— So that is why…

— Kanata’s arms wrap around you, pulling you up in a sitting position, nuzzled against his chest.

— The softness and warmth of both the blanket and his embrace engulf you. Like this, the storm feels a little more faraway.

— “I’ll protect you, [Y/n]. This is why you could never make it to our stage performances, isn’t it?” Your boyfriend inquires, his tone soft, uncharacteristically so, barely above a whisper.

— You nod, covering your ears as another thunderbolt besieges the slums.

— “Shhh, it’s all good, I’m here, [Y/n]. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

— “Kanata…” You utter, tone shaky.

— His eyes widen the moment he sees a sheen of starlit tears on your lashline.

— “Oi, what’s wrong??” Your lover asks, clenching his jaw.

— “I’m sorry… You and Nayuta work so hard and I can never see you live… I always, always watch from home, but I’m sorry I’ve hurt you because I can’t really be there…”

— “Silly.” Kanata cuts you off, with a smile that’s a bit sad, but still ethereal. “You don’t have to apologize. I want you to be safe, even if that means you can’t come to stage battles because it’s too noisy in there.”

— He holds you a little tighter, slipping over your ears the headphones he uses when he’s writing songs.

— The storm quiets down, and his arms keep you safe.

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

— He thinks it’s cool you have that hearing hypersensitivity.

— For two main reasons: you always seem to pick up on steps approaching whenever bad guys are around; and because, similarly to Allen, he finds it so amazing how you can discern so many different notes in music.

— Also, because whenever you two spend time on the rooftop, Nayuta loves the way you seem to hear the wind, how you say it carries songs, different feelings relied depending on the color of the sky he always loved to look at.

— Even so, he’s not as fond of the sad smile you offer him every time he has a stage battle.

— Because you both know, it’s impossible for you to be able to go.

— But to Nayuta, the effort you make to support Cozmez even when you can’t be present speaks volumes.

— You’ve invested in a phone good enough to be able to reproduce audio and video in high quality, so that, no matter when or where, you can watch and support them from afar.

— Nayuta is very passionate about music, so don’t be surprised if he asks you to be the first one to listen to his and his brother’s music and ask you for your honest opinion.

— Your boyfriend is quite calm and detached, that quality being a point in your favor.

— You smile to yourself, he reminds you a little of a cat sometimes; he takes naps in unlikely places, likes to hang around the quiet of a building that feels closer to the sky than to the grey dull concrete, and has fluffy hair.

— You love running your hands through it when the sounds of daily life overwhelm you, it calms you down.

— In the same way, when the intense cacophony of sounds seems to be at war in your mind, Nayuta’s heartbeat manages to relax you every single time.

— The sky overhead is filled with stars that remind you of the color of his eyes.

— There is no moon on the indigo expanse above, and yet, that’s alright.

— You don’t need it, not when your brightest star holds you so gently.

— Your real star, this time. Every beat of his heart, a reassurance of it.

— The sofa placed on the high building’s rooftop is dusty, but neither of you care.

— You are together in this moment, a sea of constellations singing their silent love song for you.

— The world is at peace, the quiet only wrinkled by your call of his name.

— “Nayuta?” You utter, eyes fluttering open, just him and the stars mirrored in them.

— “Hm?”

— “Thank you.” You smile, one of your hands fleetingly caressing his cheek.

— His answer comes in the form of a smile, the sliver of moon missing from the sky above.

— The world is quiet and you are with him.

— In the starlight, the silence of the hour dances with his heart.

[seasidefallenangel]

39 with Hajun

39.) kissing tears from the other’s face.

if you were to ask hajun, he wouldn’t say he feels guilty - not at all. after all, isn’t it your fault you were unable to read between the lines? for not understanding the hidden meaning behind his cutthroat remarks?

for a liar such as him, it would be easy to say this, yes - but to actually mean it is another story. 

his heart feels as though it’s sinking down to his chest, his thighs, through the bedroom floor. either you don’t see him in the doorway or you don’t care, and he’s loathe to admit the idea it’s the second one would cause an ugly beast to rear it’s head within his thoughts. however, even he can come to terms with the fact he probably deserves it. 

comfort has never been his strong suit, even struggling with dongha in their childhood, but it seems even more daunting when he’s the source of your anguish. even if he is to try, would you accept it? could you forgive him once more, something he asks far too much of from you and never seems to give you the same luxury back? his footsteps feel heavy as he makes his way into the room. it hurts just a bit when you pull the sheet over your head to avoid him but he guesses it’s justified. taking a seat on the bed, he slowly pulls the fabric away from you - thankful when you don’t put up a fight. seeing the tears on your face makes him feel worse than he thought he could. 

words evade him for once of few times in his life, so instead he opts to cup your face in his hands. a brief “sorry” quietly leaves his lips, making you wonder if you properly heard it all. his lips place one, two, three kisses on your cheek, cleaning up the watery marks streaking down the reddened flesh. it’s uncharacteristically tender for someone like him ; a sign that he’s been growing since entering a relationship he assumed was doomed to fail.  “you’d be an idiot to forgive me, but i’m going to ask you for that anyway,” he says solemnly whilst wiping under your eye with his thumb and placing his lips down once more. you would be an idiot, surely, but he prays that you do so regardless one last time.