#i saw this on twt too n.. i really do like to believe that after that incident in ktisis. he eventually made his peace w their mortality

[noxtivagus]

i'm thinking of hermes again gahhh HIS CHARACTER IS SO INTERESTING TO ME I LOVE HIM

[byuntrash101]

milkshake. — 정.우영

f!reader x sub!wooyoung ft. seonghwa & san smut | mdni 3k wooyoung needs to impress the ceo and chairman to get the newly open cfo position and for that he's planning to go all out, show off everything he's got. including his precious, stunning and bewitching wife: you. nsfw tags under the cut

#20: riding + nipple play (twt p☆rnlink) office!au, ceo!seonghwa, chairman!san, husband!woo, billionnaire boys club vibes (very wealthy), trophy wife!reader, babysitter!yeosang (mentionned), the three of them worship reader, woo is a fierce business man by day but your good boy by night, mommy kink, cowgirl, unprotected sex (they are married so i'll allow it for once), brief voyeurism from hwa and san, nipple play, wooyoung lowkey has an oral fixation, also he's obsessed with your boobs, actually the others are also obsessed with your boobs (your milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard), lactation, lots of praises, creampie, cockwarming, lowkey wholesome (idk im in my feels)

a/n: yeah for my first woo fic! cant believe it took me this long but i actually absolutely love this piece. it really feels like woo idk like kinda very determined and ambitious but also simping for the one he loves in private... i love him ok? 😣

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“I was just with Yeosang on the phone.” You settled the burgundy lips stick and grabbed your favorite blush. “He said she was exhausted after playing with uncle Sangie all day” you giggled picturing your little girl running around making his uncle crazy.

“Are you really going to wear that?” Wooyoung said as he lifted the dress you had chosen for tonight off the hanger with an almost disappointed expression.

You put down the blush powder and the brush you were holding to lower the volume of your “getting ready” playlist. You sighed, scanning your husband’s distressed face then the scrunched up material in his large balled fist. 

“What’s wrong with this dress? You’ve always liked it and isn’t black your favorite color?” 

“Yes it is but we need to make a strong impression tonight!” Wooyoung said, discarding the dress on the shared bed and disappearing in the adjacent walk-in closet. You shrugged and went back to your blush, time was running out and you still had to do something with your hair that was in the time being wet and wrapped in a towel.

“I have to show just how successful we are to show them how much more I can do for the company. I just have to get the job, '' Wooyoung said while rummaging through your wardrobe.

The CFO position had opened and Wooyoung was not about to miss his chance for a stupid simple black dress. Tonight was about showing off everything he got from the luxurious penthouse apartment in the heart of Seoul to the expensive sports cars tucked away in the garage and of course that included you. Without a doubt his most treasured accomplishment. His beautifully stunning wife. 

His fingers brushed over the sequins he was looking for and he pulled from the hanger a beautiful bodycon long dress. It was corseted at the waist and of a beautiful fiery red. It gave the exact message wooyoung wanted to convey: “alluring, daring, bold”.

He remembered when he saw you for the first time when he was just an intern finishing off university and entering the cruel cold world of business. Wooyoung fell for you on the spot. And the thing with this man is that he always gets what he wants. He was absolutely charming, witty, funny and of course obsessed with you. How could you not fall for him too? A year later he was buying you the ring. And you saw him year after year climbing the corporate ladder, making the right decisions, the right connections until he led the both of you here. 

You made the right choice when you picked him and his company will make the right choice when they’ll promote him. He’ll show them tonight.

He came back from the dressing room as you were taking the towel off your head. 

“Here, wear this!” he said, laying the dress on the bed. You approached him and pointed at the rather revealing dress. 

“Are you sure about this one?” you asked, lifting an eyebrow. 

“Absolutely certain” 

You shrugged once again and unwrapped your satin lounging gown to slip on the dress. As soon as you turned around, Wooyoung's heart jumped in his throat. The dress looked practically sewed onto your skin. It was kissing your frame beautifully and highlighting your womanly features perfectly. 

His eyes dropped to your decolletage and he swallowed hard trying to push back the thought of shoving his face right in your chest, pulling on the red fabric to make your breasts jump out, wrapping his lips around your nipples, sucking them, nibbling at them until they hardened under his hot tongue. Beg you to wrap your hand around his leaking coc-

“If your goal was to show off then it’s mission accomplished” you said, pulling Wooyoung out of his inner turmoil. You shook your shoulder slightly and your husband’s eyes diligently followed the swaying of your breasts which made you smirk. You knew he was holding back with everything he got. He never was able to resist you but you enjoyed watching him try.

“You’re so fucking hot” he breathed out, jaw hanging loose.

“Woo! You don’t think you should be a little more refined than that? That kind of behavior won't impress CEO Park and Chairman Choi” you chuckled as your husband reluctantly peeled his eyes off your chest to settle on your smoked out eyes.

You were a vixen goddess, created solely to have men kneeling at your feet. It was the only explanation that made sense.

Wooyong pulled on the Fendi blazer and checked his Rolex. Time was definitely running out but…

“Fuck them” Wooyoung huffed, taking a step towards you and pulling on the dress to reveal the object of his every fantasies. 

“Woo!! We’re going to be late” you slapped his shoulder, chuckling. He didn’t even last a handful of seconds.

“Please” he puffed quietly, wrapping his large hand around the lump of flesh lightly squeezing it, watching it ooze out of his grasp. He already sounded desperate. And you knew he was by the way his rock hard cock was pressing on your hip. But just in case you didn't catch on yet, Wooyoung made it very clear.

“Please, mommy. Let me have just a little taste” he looked up at you with such pleading eyes. Nothing of the fierce and determined business man he was a second ago and will be in a minute from now.

“Fine baby.” you admitted defeat and instantly wooyoung wetted his pretty lips and wrapped them around your nipples sucking on the bud and pressing them with his palm until they started leaking his favorite treat. So warm, velvety and sweet. Perfect.

He didn’t waste a single drop hungrily sucking and swallowing in big gulps. You moaned at your husband’s fervor before pushing him out lightly.

“Enough”.

Wooyoung extended his neck just to prolong the pleasure for a brief second before he popped off your chest with a lewd wet sound. 

He wiped the milk with his thumb. “Go and get ready” He said before licking a drop o white milk on his thumb. So he turned on his heels and left.

In the next minutes you did your hair in an elegant updo that complimented the rest of the ensemble. And you finished off the look with a pair of opened toed high heeled sandals.

Meanwhile Wooyoung tended to the rest of the preparations and just as he went over the menu one last time with the private chef the doorbell rang. 

“CEO Park, Chairman Choi, please enter” Wooyoung said politely inviting the guests in. 

“Aaaah Wooyoung-ah!” Mr Park tapped Wooyoung’s shoulder in a friendly manner. “Thank you for having us” Mr Choi said, lightly bowing his head, as always his manners were irreproachable.

“Very nice place” Mr Park noted as he admired the high ceiling of the hall and the huge stairway leading to the upstairs.

“Thank you, CEO Park” Wooyoung smiled politely.

“Come on, call me Seonghwa!” he said, tapping his shoulder once again. “We might have to work a little closely, so we better get used to being familiar, huh?” Mr Park gave a light squeeze on his shoulder. Wooyoung’s eyes turned round with surprise. He turned to Mr Choi to make sure he heard correctly and the latter gave him a small knowing smile that creased his cat-like eyes. Wooyoung’s face brightened up, things were going even better than he expected.

“Right, Sannie?”

“Of course! You played your cards well up until now. There’s no reason we should change our minds tonight, right?” The Chairman smiled again.

“Yes! Of course, sir” Wooyoung bowed respectfully and returned the bright smile, radiating. “Please follow me to the living space. My wife will join us short-”

“I’m here, honey” You said from the top of the stairs. Gently picking up your red dress before descending.

As soon as you appeared all three heads whipped to you. You were absolutely stunning, captivating their gaze with just the way your legs were supporting you and letting you down the stairs so elegantly. Wooyoung’s smile grew twice as large when he saw from the corner of his eyes Mr Park’s talkative mouth close in surprise and Mr Choi mechanically pull on the collar of his italian tailored shirt that suddenly felt a little tight. He knew they wanted to throw themselves on their knees and kiss your feet. It was in their mortal nature to worship a goddess like you. 

“Please excuse me. I was held back for a while” you simply excused yourself while the two other men thickly swallowed and tried to regain composure to start articulating something that sounded intelligible. 

“There’s no need to apologize,” Mr Park said, round eyes turning sharp all of a sudden. “You look sublime, Madam” You giggled as he took your hand and laid a soft kiss on the back. 

“Oh thank you, what a charmer” you laughed exchanging a winning look with your husband. 

You knew how much he liked to see other men eyeing you like candy knowing he was the one holding your hand every day and tasting you every night. He loved to show you off. Seeing other men drooling over you, imagining in a split second how a night with you would feel just reminds him you are his. His only. They can look all they want that only fuels your husband.

And the spell was definitely casted as Mr Choi’s gaze was inevitably pulled by the magnetic power of your cleavage, he eyed your chest with little to no restrain. The legendary Choi Clan’s princely manners didn’t last long, Wooyoung thought, grinning to himself.

“Mr Choi, you bowed respectfully making the man blush slightly as he also bowed.

“Mrs. Jung.”

“Please follow me. Let's sit and enjoy tonight” Wooyoung said, saving Mr Choi from more embarrassment. 

As the evening  progressed you all had drinks before moving on to the meal. You captured the attention more than once of the two other men trying so hard not to look below your neckline. Of course they couldn't. But Wooyoung really shined through. He was talking strategy and finance for the company but also knew how to entertain the guests. He was funny but also incredibly competent. That much was obvious. Of course he was! He was your husband. Nothing resisted him. Not even you. 

At some point the night was well advanced, the house staff all went home and after so long you just couldn’t handle anymore of all this attention on you, you needed a little break from it all. You excused yourself to the bathroom. 

Since you had deserted the battlefield you figured you would send a small encouragement to your husband. You took your phone and hit ‘record’. You pulled down the dress once again, making your breast jump out of the fabric, they were so full, already pearling. You lightly palmed them with one hand and pinched your nipple, making yourself moan in release before pulling on it making your tit spurt out a big squirt of white warm milk, you sighed and moaned, your milk spilling on the marble floors. You barely managed to keep your voice down and you figured you should probably stop there before you make an even bigger mess. So you hit ‘send’.

“Where did you find her, Wooyoung-ah? She’s incredible. Right, San?” Mr Park asked, blatant admiration in his voice made airy with the alcohol. Wooyoung laughed, happy to add yet another name to the long list of your suitors. 

“She is quite the lady isn’t she?” Mr Choi agreed, tilting his head back and downing the rest of his whisky, already crimson red in the cheeks.

Wooyoung’s phone chimed when he pulled it out he noticed it was a video file he muted his phone and played the video, without realizing the other two were peeping at the screen. He immediately felt his pants grow tighter as you pulled on the dress revealing your breasts. And when you squirted the milk out he was about to lose it.

“Fuckkk” Mr Choi let out in a quiet whisper.

“Wow” Mr Park breathed simultaneously.

Both their voices were drenched in need and transpired arousal beyond comprehension. Even though they were sitting, there was no need to see below their waistline to know they both were hard and leaking.

All three men looked at each other in shock. For a second silence fell between them. Wooyoung knew he could have been a little more careful and the other two knew they shouldn’t have peeped but it was too tempting. You were too tempting. 

“Looks like she needs you right there, Wooyoung-ah” Mr Choi said before sitting up. “I think we overstayed our welcome. Are you ready to go, CEO Park?”

Wooyoung accompanied them to the front door despite the discomforting tightness of his pants but it was an issue the other two were sharing. 

“I believe we’ll see you in your new office on Monday, CFO Jung?” Mr Choi winked at Wooyoung and went on his way while Mr Park stayed back.

“You’re one lucky bastard, you know that?” he added before joining Mr Choi.

As soon as Wooyoung closed the front door he ran upstairs with big strides to your bedroom where he found you waiting for him standing in the middle of the room. 

“You did such a good job today, Youngie” you said, spreading your arms where he immediately engulfed himself, nuzzling your neck with his nose that you loved so much. You sat him on the edge of the bed while you stood and his face slipped from your neck to your breasts. 

Finally his happy place.

“You were such a good boy for mommy today”

“I was?” he looked up at you with loving, sparkly eyes.

“Yes of course you were, CFO Jung”

“Fuck it sounds so good when you say it” He huffed and you chuckled. 

“You deserve your reward” you zipped down the red gown and let it pool at your feet. Wooyoung almost exploded just looking at you. He wanted to be all over you, to worship you but he knew better than to say anything. He knew he just had to wait and so he did when you stripped him off his clothes until you were both in your simplest forms. 

You pushed on his chest until he was leaning back on his elbows, feet still flat on the floor.

“You’re going to be a good boy and let mommy ride your pretty cock?”

“Y-Yesss mommy. I’ll be g-... fuck- I’ll be so good for you” he panted as you pumped his cock a couple of times between your fingers before straddling him and aligning hm with your entrance. “Look at me baby” you whispered as you were lowering your hips, Wooyoung eyes snapped to yours, they looked so distressed, they were begging for help. And you were about to grant his wish.

“Nhhgggg Fffff- Mommy~” Wooyoung’s last two brain cell were officially bing fried beyond recognition as he felt your warm and wet pussy taking him. You felt like heaven, so tight but so welcoming. So fucking perfect that he had to focus on anything that wasn’t you not to bust immediately. He looked at the moldings on the ceiling or the subtle diamond pattern of the satin sheets just so he could last for you. Be good for you. It was what he desired most. He wanted to make you feel good.

“Mmmhh so good my baby” you cooed, your voice a tad strained. You too were pretty worked up and you knew you wouldn’t last long. All this teasing made you quite impatient and you started to rock your hips back and forth immediately taking a rhythm that you knew was aiming the both of you straight to the finish line. 

“Fuck mommy please I want t-… nghhh- to have mommy’s milk” Wooyoung cried as his cock throbbed inside you. You wrapped your hand around his nape and brought his mouth to your tit. 

“Drink up, baby”

“Fank youph” Wooyoung said his mouth full eagerly sucking on your nipples while your hips rolled and bucked against his, making him see stars and forget about anything that wasn’t you and him. The precious nectar flooded his mouth and he swallowed in thick gulps, white and sweet milk spilling down his chin and dripping onto his abs. 

“Good boy, good baby” you huffed as you picked up the pace earning another perfectly muffled moan from your devastatingly cute husband. You were very close, your cunt clenching down on Wooyoung’s length like it was the last time ever.

“Now you’re gonna cum for ma baby Okay?” you panted. “Make mommy nice and full with your cum, okay?”

“Yeshyeshyesh” Woyoung mumbled, sucking even harder on your hard and leaking nipple. Urging you to rutt your hips even faster making him whine and whimper as his cock was ready to implode inside you.

“Fuckk baby you’re so good. So so good for me~~” 

“Mommyyy” Woyoung said, finally losing it as he took your nipple between his teeth harshly pulling at the skin, squirting a stream of milk onto his wet tongue while he pumped you full of piping hot cum.

You moaned and arched your back as you came undone, the stimulation on your tit paired with the delicious filling sensation in your lower stomach swept you off in a wave of mind numbing pleasure, your cunt throbbing around Wooyoung’s cock until it was certain he had given you everything he had to offer. 

You stayed exactly like this. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tight to your chest as you both tried to catch your breath, mind pleasantly fuzzy after an intense orgasm.

After a while you pulled back slightly, careful to not let his softening cock slip out, keeping him nice and snug inside your heat. You kissed his pretty and reddened face, his cheeks, moles,  nose and lips. Everywhere you could, pushing his dampened hair out of his pretty eyes.

“Excellent work, CFO Jung. The company is lucky to have you. But I’m even luckier.”

a/n: thanks for reading <3333

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[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

Hello ignore this if your requests are closed if not here's my request (•̀ᴗ•́)و

Could I request (yandere simulator) umeji x male tsundere reader? Oh and can he be musumes brother? You chose if they're already in a relationship or not.

Oh and can I go by sunny?

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×A/N×

Hii! ^^

Sorry because of the long wait! TwT

I feel like it's a little bit shittier than my other works, but I hope it's acceptable-

×❢ About my work ❢×

you two are not in a relationship, musume is badass, umeji is a jerk, male character x male reader, weak bullying, swears, and I think that's all-

Fandom: Yandere Simulator

Character(s): Umeji Kizuguchi, Musume Ronshaku, the reader (you), mentioned the other deliquents

Ship(s): Umeji Kizuguchi x Reader

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𝐔𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(The picture is not mine. Credit to the og creator!)

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: Bad boys by Inner Circle

“Bad boys, bad boys

Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do”

• at the begining, you couldn't believe this yourself either

• in love with Umeji Kizuguchi? Omfg you must be crazy. 0-0

• you couldn't believe this as yourself either

• everyday, you stared at him more and more time

• you didn't notice your own acts btw

• you thougt about him a lot

• basically you couldn't stop it

• and one day, your sister, Musume asked you:

• She was looking the same way where you looked. She gasped a bit when she found out that you watching Umeji, without a blink.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N!" she snapped you from your thoughts (and your stalking).

"What?" you turn to her with a questioning look.

"Do you like Umeji?!" of course, she had to said it like the whole school heard it.

"What?! No!" you feel as you get more flustrated and your face starting to get red.

"Then why are you stalking him?" she gives you a smirk.

"I'm not-, shut up!"

• and then, at home, you started thinking

• you really liked him? Or you just zoned out, and everytime when you think about him your face just simply gets red because of the hotness, right?

• alright, this sounds very stupid, just admin it!

• Yes, you liked him. Very much.

• You stared at him in class (i mean you could just do this time only when he was in class)

• when the school ended and you had to go home

• when the school started and you had to go back to the building

• at lunch

• the other deliquents already noticed you, but he didn't seem to be bothered with you

• maybe he is ignoring you

• you looked away from him to start thinking

• but you couldn't concernate to your thoughts because your sister started to poking you

• "Stop it!" you say it annoyedly.

"He's coming." she whispers.

"Wha-" you couldn't finish your sentece, because when you turned your head forward you saw Umeji as he standing in front of you firmly. Oh shit.

"Can I help you-"

"Stop stalking me. I don't want anything to do with you. Buzz off." he says coldly as he looks down at you with his amber eyes. You felt it as your cheek starting to burn. He talked to you. Alright maybe he was a little bit annoyed, but he talked. With you!

"I didn't stal-" Umeji left before you could finish your sentece. You almost fell on the ground because of him and he just simply leaving?! Asshole. You looked down a bit sorrowfully maybe with some tears. Musume looked up and down at you and the Umeji as he walks away. She stood up firmly and while she walked to him, she shouted to him:

"Hey, pussy!" Nobody will hurt her brother.

• you didn't even wanna look at him after this but

• omg you literally can't spend any moment without just simply thinking about him

• but there was other moments when your cheeks got more red than the usual

• it was a hot summer day

• and Musume decided to bring you with herself to the beach

• you usally don't like to go places like this

• a lot people

• the children are loud

• and there are too many hot guys and girls

• but now you gave it a try

• life is for the living, right?

• and omg what the fate brought you

• correctly, who the fate brought you

• ofc it was Umeji

• you couldn't belive your eyes

• is that really him?

• shirtless, good looking, beautiful amber eyes with blonde hair

• yes, it's really him

• you started to blush as you saw him

• oh wait-

• his friends stood up with him and started walking to your way

• you hided your face with a book quickly

• his friends just simply walked away in front of you, it seemed like they won't notice you

• but Umeji stopped and started analyzing you

• a small sarcastic grin appeared on his face

• "Nice sunglasses, stalker." he said. You felt it as you start to blushing more. He chuckled a little bit because of your reaction, then he walked away.

"Asshole..." you mumbled.

• even if he says that " he doesn't like you " (What is seems like it's not true 😒)

• he definitely loves to make you blush and see you burning just because of him

[chim-chim1310]

*long jk-related ask so pls just ignore if you're uncomfortable*💃

maybe it's because i mostly feel annoyed at jk now, but i find him doing a wlive naked...cringe and over the top. for sure others enjoyed it and drooled after him, but i saw the clips and i was like 'yeah go all out to support your cool fratboy image'. yeah hes just chilling in his bed, but he's been doing those kinds of thirst-trap lives even before seven was released, and i believe he's doing that because of his image rebranding. drinking and passing gas while on live, sleeping with a candle lit (very irresponsible); sleeping in his bed but in y/n pov. those are intended for him to look 'cool' and like a cant-be-bothered, seductive man (uhm, eww). it's the same with the recent wlive, and he's going all out. i feel like he's trying too hard.

The live is also interesting because he gets to do two things at once: to continue the y/n agenda and to show how tight his bond with jimin still is (congrats jikook shippers, y'all have a new reason to use to ignore everything else). dont get me wrong jimin and jk have always had the silly and flirty dynamic, which is why they have die-hard shippers in the first place. we've seen it and they are just showing it there.

what makes me raise my eyebrows though is the timing. those hashtags have been trending in twt before that wlive and him going on live later on is a bit sus. even if he doesn't look at the trends, there are people (staff, friends, members) who could've informed him abt it, which may have prompted him to go live. it's not impossible at all. it could distract people and pacify things a little bit, and i guess it's working.

make it what you will but JK's actions are more sus now considering all that's happened. i mean what's the better way to pacify people? please them and show that everything is fine.

jimin responding to him on live doesn't really surprise me. it could be that he has time so he commented. it's not out of character for him, but may also be a way, again, to pacify things. i mean those tags are about him and it's his fans (& some armys) trending it after all. maybe he wants to do something about it. im not blaming jimin at all, i honestly think it's smart.

you can also look at this in a fanservice aspect (for both of them) because admit it or not, it has always been there. BTS doesn't necessarily need to do it because they're famous now and truly have good bonds, but they still engage in it from time to time to pacify fans and maintain their image. jikook interacting in the live can be them genuinely being good friends while also using the chance to ease things a little bit. it doesn't mean that they're being forced to do things though, but that they're doing it on their accord to at least control the situation.

unfortunately, the live can only distract people for so long. questions and outrage will continue because of the company's continuous inaction and shady behavior toward jimin. it won't ever be enough.

sorry for the long ask, but given all that has happened, i can't avoid second-guessing everything that jk does now. i can't stop speculating on some things.

i can be wrong about some things of course, but the live did not squash my displeasure for the company and jk's involvement in everything. he and jimin may be fine with each other, but that does not excuse all that has been happening.

I understand where you're coming from.

And I still very much dislike jungkook and think he's part of the reason for jimin's sabotage. That had happened and we can talk about it.

But that doesn't mean we have to be negative about him all the time. We can have fun if he's doing something funny.

But this live..... Idk it just didn't seem like some practiced skit to me.

It was so random. Didn't look planned at all.

Yeah there could be a high chance that he came live to distract people or make the situation better. Like after the festa dinner when they talked about hiatus and then jk came on live to settle things down. But that was a big thing.

This on the other hand is hard for me to believe that he came live for distract people. It's not out of character for jungkook to come live at random times like this. So I didn't really think much of it.

I believe it's looking too deep into things. Not everything has to be related to the company politics you know. To me it looks like he just randomly came live like he always does and jimin commented on it because he felt like it.

Not all of their moves has to be so calculated. Nobody thinks THAT much.

Assuming that jungkook or anyone has such calculated thoughts like that before doing the most mundane thing is not realistic to me.

Also for the shirtless thing. Yeah it could be cringe. I've said this before he's trying too hard to be cool. But then again it's none of our business. It's his body at the end of the day. He can show it off if he wants to.

For people who are attracted to him, it's like heaven right now. People who are not attracted to him just don't care.

I think we shouldn't say stuff like that. It's like people telling girls to wear decent clothing because if they wear short clothes then they're attention seeker and I'm strongly against it. I won't be a hypocrite and say the same thing to a man because I would be so pissed if some man said that to me.

It can be agreed that he's trying to be cool but it's not harming anyone so idc at least he's not talking shit like he was doing recently. So that's progress ig.

[n1k1tty]

idol!enha's reaction to other idols crushing on idol!reader ?? :D <3

idol!enha reacting to other idols crushing on idol!reader! ft p1harmony!

HEESEUNG

- LOLLL he'd try so hard to hide his jealousy

- he was in an interview with your group, enha, and p1

- and theo and you had like a cute little interaction

- you like tripped and he just happened to be behind you so he helped you and some shit like that

- he was honestly okay with it at first but the hosts started to tease you and theo and he was like 🤨->😃->🙂->😕

- and then it was even worse when he was scrolling through twt and he saw that you and theo were trending LMAO

- the second you came over to their dorm he pouts and TRIES to ignore you

- but literally the second you say hi to him and give him a hug, his heart literally melts and immediately forgets about you and theo's scandal

- after he told you (and you teasing him) he just tweeted "everyone pause for a sec, yn is MINE" with you retweeting it to confirm LMAO

- hybe was mad at hee but it was all worth it tbh ;)

JAY

- you and jay were watching P1's weekly idol ep

- a few minutes into the video, the hosts ask him who's Theo's ideal type

- and he said "well my ideal type would probably be Y/n from (group name)"

- not even a second after theo said that, jay turns off the tv

- you just laugh at him LMAOOOOO

-for the rest of the week, jay is just trying to impress you by flipping the pancakes in the air or showing off his muscles out of nowhere

- "babe what is up with you?" you laugh

- "don't tell me you're leaving me for that theo guy"

- "THAT'S WHY YOUVE BEEN TRYING TO IMPRESS ME THIS WHOLE WEEK?!"

JAKE

- your group went to an award show and you just happened to sit between enha and P1

- and when you sat down, Jiung noticed that your skirt was a little short

- and out of respect, he gave you his jacket

- this went viral all over twitter

- and all jake could do was pout about it

- "quit pouting baby, you know i'm yours"

- "i know, but how come they didn't notice when I was about to hand MY jacket to you?!"

- "want me to tell engenes and (fandom name)?"

- "no y/n that's so stupid--"

- "BREAKING NEWS: whole social media goes wild after (group name)'s Y/n posts a picture of them and Enhypen's Jake cuddling with the caption saying "cuffed<3""

SUNGHOON

- after it was announced that u and keeho were mcing a show together, the whole internet was going frenzy over u and keeho's 'relationship'

- the directors insisted on having the two of u spending more time tghtr to get close

- and ofc,,,, bb sunghoon wasn't too happy about it

- but it doesn't get any better from there bcs after the first episode of the show, the whole internet was going crazy about how keeho took a lint off your hair

- and when you n sunghoon finally had free time, u came over to their dorm

- BELIEVE ME OR NOT BUT THIS MF LITERALLY LOCKED YOU OUT OF HIS ROOM

- "sunghoon wtf, whats wrong"

- he just walked past u until jungwon had to tell u whats up

- "sunghoons sulking cuz of u and keeho"

- u bursted out laughing and attacked sunghoon w kisses :3

- held u tight on the couch and forced you to watch despicable me 2 ( and kept on calling u gru🙄)

SUNOO

- after telling him that u and intak were doing a dance collab, sunoo claims that he wasn't jealous

- but his behaviour the following days say otherwise🙄

- "babe come look at my new plants :)" replies w "nice" (DOESN'T EVEN LOOK AT IT)

- he kept on being sassy and petty to the point where you've had enough of it

- "KIM SUNOO ISTG"

- gets scared and gives you a big smile that usually makes u soft

- this time it didn't work and he knew he got himself into some deep shit LMAOOOO

- *making up excuses as to why hes acting that way*

- "oh really? riki says it was bcs of intak"

- "NISHIMURA RIKIIIIII"

- legend says riki is still running for his life

JUNGWON

- i can never picture this man being jealous

- but deep down he prolly is LMAO

- after finding out that u had a collab with jeongseob he acts as if it was okay and went on about his day

- or so u thought🌚

- for the following days jungwons been a little clingier than usual

- not saying that u DONT like it but obviously there was smth wrong

- for the 5th time today, he gave you a kiss on the cheek and gave u a hug from behind

- "jungwon whats up"

- he acts clueless 🙄

- "idk what ure talking abt😊"

- u give him a look that tells him u knew whats up so he just told u

- "AWWWW wonie :( ily okay? only u"

RIKI

- u were supposed to do a dance collab w riki but due to his fever they chose soul to fill in instead

- he was bummed about it for WEEKS

- and once the video was released, it had a lot of good reactions

- but it seems as though riki was the only one who didn't like it

- "pfft i bet you he probably has a crush on you"

- when he saw that soul had to touch your HAND

- he literally freaked out and rose from his bed immediately

- "RIKI LAY YOUR ASS BACK DOWN URE STILL SICK"

- "ISNT THAT ILLEGAL? ONLY I GET TO HOLD UR HAND"

- holds ur hand the whole day so that "the soul particles would be replaced by riki particles instead😊"

[mercurygguk]

helpful college cutie | jjk

➵ summary; you stumble upon a helpful cutie on the first day at your new college.

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

wc; 1,826

rating; G

content; jock!jk x perfect student!reader, jungoo being really cute and helpful, oc is a mess, this is based on a tweet i saw

a/n; there’s nothing wild about this drabble but it’s SO CUTE :((( why is jungkook not attending my uni........ srsly, it’s not ok. – also this is really not edited so bear with typos and things that don’t make sense

gif credit; kookhopegifs on twt

Annoyed, you furiously turn and flip the map you received of the campus grounds after the introduction class you just had with a bunch of other transferred students. While trying your best to manage the map, your bag, new books and an umbrella all at once, you slowly begin to regret making the decision of transferring in the middle of a school year. You knew transferring from your old college to here would be difficult and frustrating despite it being the first day of a new semester and the fact that you’re far from being the only one who just transferred. There’s many others in the same boat as yourself and yet you feel like you’re the only one who’s lost and confused.

Maybe you’re still a bit drunk from the New Year’s party you attended a few weeks ago, except that wouldn’t make any sense. But it’d still be the only reasonable explanation because this, this chaotic mess you are right now, is far from how you usually are. You’re usually very organized, always a step ahead when it comes to preparation and so on. But right now, you can’t find anything and you don’t know anything. Hopefully no one can tell you’re more than confused than any person has ever been.

“Hold on, maybe like this-“ you mumble to yourself and look up to see if the map is turned in the correct direction but no, it absolutely isn’t. There is a big ass building not too far away from you but it’s not what you imagine the library to look like. Maybe it is the library? You let out a heavy and frustrated sigh, tilting your head a bit because maybe, just maybe, that’ll make a difference in how you see the map (spoiler: it only makes you more confused).

“How hard can it actually be to find the damn library?” You groan to yourself.

You don’t notice the figure making it’s way towards you, too concentrated on finding the building you’ve been trying to locate for the past hour – okay, maybe not an hour but it sure does feel like a whole hour.

“Hi.”

A kind smile is flashed at you and brown doe eyes staring into yours at you as you whip your head up to see who’s speaking to you. Dark brown hair with tips in a lighter brown color sits on top of his head, a pair of glasses resting on the tip of his pretty yet slightly bigger nose, pink lips; the bottom one more plump than the upper one… he’s tall, very tall – broad shoulders and all that, there’s just no way he isn’t an athlete, his body proportions gives him away. As if his attractive looks aren’t enough, he’s snuggled up in a brown teddy jacket in this awful February weather filled with rain and chilling wind. He’s smiling at you, a kind and warm smile that brings some sort of comfort to your confused mind.

“Hello?”

You know your mouth is hanging open without words leaving it but you’re still hoping to god that he doesn’t notice you gaping at him as if you’ve never seen a cute college boy before. Believe me, you have. But none of them were this cute.

“Right, s-sorry! Hi,” you snap out of your own thoughts, doing the stupid move of sticking out your hand for a handshake while still holding onto all of your stuff. Everything seems to be against you today as the books you were once holding onto all tumble to the ground, just barely missing the big water puddle right next to you. The cute boy in front of you moves fast and manages to catch one of the three books you drop.

“Oh, no!” You cry, squatting down to pick up the books but the boy you still haven’t exchanged names with is already picking them up, trying his best to wipe the dirt off them before handing them back to you.

“Sorry, I only managed to catch one,” he apologizes, holding the book he caught up in front of him. You smile, feeling a tickle in the bottom of your stomach as you look at him, noticing the way a tiny dimple appears on his cheek.

“It’s okay!” You quickly assure him, “if it hadn’t been for you, I’d have three wet books right now.”

He smirks softly, “touché.”

Silence overcomes the two of you, none of you entirely sure of what to say as you’re looking at one another. Should you just excuse yourself and head for the building you had noticed earlier? If you’re silent for much longer, it’ll become awkward, that’s for sure. What are the chances though? It’s your first day at this new college, you’ve been here for less than two hours, and you’re pretty sure the cutest boy on campus is standing right in front of you.

“You looked pretty lost before, do you need help with anything?” McCutie suddenly asks, confirming your worries that he had indeed seen how confused you were when looking at the map earlier.

“Uh- well, I was looking for the library,” you tell him, feeling a blush creeping onto your cheeks, “but I honestly have no idea where I am.”

“Oh, the library! Okay, so it’s right over there, on your left,” he explains, pointing to a big building that had, in fact, caught your attention before he came up to you but you weren’t sure. “You can just enter through those doors you see and then- wait, you know what? I’ll just go with you, it’ll be easier.”

Surprised at his sudden suggestion, you feel your heart rate quickening. Great, you get to spend more time being a mess with this cutie patootie who just waltzed up to you because he thought you looked confused which you were, of course, but he doesn’t have to be so helpful. You’re literally a stranger. Ugh, why must he be so cute and kind?

“You really don’t have to-“ you try to say but he waves a dismissive hand and scoffs with a smile.

“It’s not a problem! No lectures for another 30 minutes. I’ll just show you where to enter, c’mon.”

He begins walking but not before he’s grabbed the three heavy books from your hold. You don’t protest and let him carry the books for you, watching from time to time as you walk beside him towards the big building that is the library. He makes sure to keep the umbrella above the both of you, mostly holding it above you though which makes the edges of your heart tingle a little bit.

“So...”

He breaks the silence that was oddly comfortable, glancing at you as you walk right next to him, trying your hardest to follow his long strides. The rain is still pouring down and your sneakers are pretty much soaked from accidentally walking through puddles of water. You meet his eyes from underneath the umbrella, copying the small smile that is stuck on his face.

“Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around before.”

Nodding hesitantly, “yeah, I transferred from Busan University and to here.”

His entire face lights up, “oh, really? I’m from Busan too!”

“Wait, really?”

He nods excitingly, “yeah, I moved here a few years ago to attend college.”

“Wow,” you laugh, “that’s so random.”

"Tell me about it,” he sighs, “I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

Jungkook... You had no expectations whatsoever for what his name would be, but somehow Jungkook seems to fit him just right. 

“_____,” you tell him your name, watching his smile growing into a grin. Before you know it you’ve reached the entrance of the library, the walk shorter than you had expected. Jungkook comes to a halt by the door, one hand still holding your books and the other tightly grabbing the umbrella above him. You point at the books, “I can take those again, I’m sure you have some lecture to attend soon. Thanks for your help though!”

Jungkook nods as he lets you take the books, watching you trying to balance all of your stuff. He stifles a chuckle, closing his umbrella before reaching for your books once again. He notices a blush coloring your cheeks but decides not to comment on it, already able to tell that you’re embarrassed enough as it is.

“That’s very sweet of you, Jungkook, but I don’t wanna trouble you more than I already have” you tell him when he takes the books. 

He lets out a low chuckle, smirking at you as he opens the door. He nods his head, telling you to enter, “c’mon.”

You huff in defeat, glaring at him playfully as you enter the library, Jungkook following right behind you. “Don’t you have a lecture in like 15 minutes?” You ask him when he appears by your side again, giving him a pointed look.

He shrugs, “yeah, but helping you shouldn’t take much time. I can still make it to my lecture.”

If he weren’t so cute, you’d call him out for taking a risk because of a stranger like yourself. If only you had prepared for this day in advance you wouldn’t be troubling him this much, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind as he guides you around the library, helping you find the last books you need for your other courses. You remind him several times that his lecture is about to start but he brushes it off, moving on to ask what other courses you need books for.

“And if you need books for psychology on your fifth semester, this is where you’ll-” he rambles on, not at all watching the time.

“Jungkook!” He whips around to face you, eyebrows raised and eyes wide after hearing you saying his name in an unexpected tone. You laugh lightly at his expression, “are you aware of the time? Your lecture started 10 minutes ago.”

As if his eyes couldn’t widen more, they do as he glances at his phone, “shit, I have to go.”

Smirking, you cross your arms over your chest, “you think?”

Your smirk turns into a smile as you watch him backing away from you, slowly making his way out of the library and not at all in a rush to make it to lecture before missing the whole of it.

He mirrors your smirk, “see you around?” 

“Maybe,” you call out to him, earning a few hushes from the people around you. He has the nerve to wink at you before turning on his heel and jogging out of the library, two-colored hair bouncing on top of his head as he does. A round of butterflies erupt in your stomach as you turn back around to look at the books on the shelf, a small smile still lingering on your lips as you go through the books for psychology with a certain cute and helpful college boy occupying your thoughts.

[baeshijima]

Okayyyyyy

Can I please ask for our streamers Albedo and Childe(or just one of them) reacting to y/n being harmed in story- or reacting to y/n canonical Painful past- I just want some angst and you are my fav blog rn ummm 🥺

And sorry for bad english-

MASTERLIST

im gonna add these ones to this bc they all have a similar idea BDJDJ (and nonnie i believe u dw 🐥)

taglist : @chirumi @simpinforshoto @pebblegwn @vievi @unreconciledstars @kageyuji @lilikags @test-tube @constellarations @teyvatstories @puddingheadneko @hadesaedes @thetwinkims @qimiie @mimion @tsukirine @tokyosrevenge @venti-loving-hours @sweetstrawberrybabe @astrealia @melancholia-k @sakuramayona25 @reogou @todorokichills @its-sugawara-koushi @michaos @mirakeul @ttaechi @yeetingthehellaway

𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨

“thank you... traveler... i knew i cou— *cough* could count on you to... defeat me..”

ehe the lil cough—

dang

...

albedo is not okay and neither is his chat

he’s sobbing, they’re screaming, ur dying— o nvm now ur dead

it is not a good day to be alive rn

as soon as he saw u in the cutscene beforehand, and even with all his thoeries that u may be a boss fight, he wasn’t prepared for it to be actually true

Sadge ;-;

while the animations were absolutely stunning, he immediately started tearing up when he saw the lil Defeat (Y/n) quest goal in the top left

safe to say he tried to stall as long as possible but thrns out u got buffed the longer it took so he had to end it quickly ;-;

and then u died in his fucking arms like nO—

when it was ur last scene, all he could do was blankly stare at the screen while crying bc he didn’t know how else to react

and when u gave ur last smile with tears glistening in ur eyes???

he lost it

got up from the chair, paced around, screamed into his hands and flopped onto his bed

it was not a good day

and then the sound effects for completing a story quest popped up along with the achievement for defeating u and his prizes

he just glared at them

they all meant nothing if u weren’t here canonically ☹️

at least he has u as a character ;-; who he used to defeat canon u ;-; bc he said any other character would make it too real ;-;

mentioned mihoyo on twt and asked why u had to be killed off JSJSK

but he made lots of fanart of that scene and what it would be like if u didn’t have to die, but could be saved w/o death 😔

most likely one of those cliché, touching scenes where it’s like the protag hugging the crying antag, or where the protag is holding the antag’s arm and pulling them towards them

...

if u know then u know bc words mean nothing rn—

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

“human life is... fragile... and war... shows mercy to no... one; i wish you... all the luck, traveler...”

openly sobbing while clutching his (y/n) plushie bc he is nOT okay

emphasis on not—

chat don’t even have the heart to troll or make jokes with him bc they know how heartbroken he is ;-;

and especially since it was in the last archon story quest...

he wasn’t prepared for u to die of all ppl ;-;

and the way ur expression showed u had no regrets after everything that’s happened absolutely destroyed him

i won’t lie, he stared at his screen with the quest completed part on it, his completion prize and everything pinging but ignored all of it to scream at the ceiling

we completed it, but at what cost—

after he’s done cursing mihoyo at his ceiling for killing u off, he clutches his plushie of u and starts asking if ur gonna leave him too :((

he’s distraught okie, leave him be ;-;

he just,,, has ur character on screen in the character section and goes through all ur voice lines to try and satiate the pain in his heart ;-;

his community start feeling really bad and send him tiktoks, edits, fanart, official art, mmds, and even fanfics to try and compensate for ur loss KJDHS

now he’s out here, streaming himself reading fluff and hurt/comfort fics (x reader, ofc—) of u and bawling his eyes out at what could’ve been if u didn’t have to die

life is not daijoubu and his face is now edited onto that meme bc of mihoyo

[mangolover]

Anything for You (Asmodeus x Reader)

Title: Anything for You

Prompt:  “I know you’re cold but that blanket is gross now, you need a clean one.”

Fandom: Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All / Obey Me!

Pairing: Asmodeus x gn! reader

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Sickfic

Warnings: description of sickness/illness, vomit, throwing up, mentions of nudity (taking of your clothes), skipping one meal

Spoilers: None I believe

Word Count: 1300+

Description: You got sick. Now Asmo wants to make sure you are feeling better and he's ready to go out of any comfort zone of his just for you.

I woke up and saw that today's my fav demons birthday!

I simp for this demon and love him in all the posibble ways

Asmo, give me a bit of your confidence, I beg you TwT

You had a feeling you were coming down with something, but you hoped your immune system would fight it off without chaining you to bed with a fever, awful headache, feeling like you’ll throw up at any second and general weakness. But here you were, groaning as you rolled around in the bed when Lucifer went to get you up because you will be late for school.

But as soon as he opened the door after you only let out yet another almost inhuman sound as the answer to his knocking, he let out a sigh and called out to you in a softer voice now.

“Y/n, you are free of the school for today. Do you want me to bring you a breakfast to your room?”

You wanted to answer, but there was scratching in your throat and as you finally lifted your heavy head off the pillow, your nose started running. “No need, I’ll just sleep this off.”

“Alright, I’ll get you some medicine and anything you might need. Rest for today and use our pact to call me if you need anything.”

You let out an affirmative hum before you started coughing, feeling like you’ll cough up your soul. Lucifer waited for your coughing fit to end before confirming you are alright and going back downstairs to his waiting brothers.

You stayed in your bed and opened your eyes to stare at the ceiling. Why did you have to get sick now? You had plans this week to hang out with Asmo.

Eventually you feel asleep, kinda glad that you didn’t have to go to school today. But still, the price you had to pay was not worth it. Your rest was interrupted by constant coughing and sneezing and your dreams were affected by the fever, making the weird.

You have no idea how long you were out for, but you awoke to a commotion outside your door. Hushed but stern voices, arguing.

“I am their first! I should be the first one to see my human!”

“They are not yours Mammon, I am their boyfriend!”

“Y/n needs some cuddles and I am the best one for that here.”

“I’m sure they are hungry.”

“Does any of you even know how to help a sick human? Of course, you don’t, you never cared to research, did you?”

“Henry needs his best friend the cheer them up!”

And the commotion continued. The brothers were all your good friends and they all wanted to make sure you’re okay which left you with a warm feeling in your chest. But your boyfriend Asmo was there, even if he couldn’t phantom getting sick and looking like crap, he was still fighting to be the first one to see you and take care of you.

You opened your eyes and looked to your nightstand where you saw a tray with a still warm soup, tea, and medicine alongside a note with Lucifer’s handwriting.

“When you wake up, make sure to take your medicine with the tea. And eat some soup, both of it was made with human world ingredients and they should be your favorite. Feel free to tell my brothers to get lost if they are bothering you.

Get well soon :)

-Lucifer”

You chuckled when you saw the smiley face he put on the letter. You are sure if anyone saw that he would be furious due to his pride being hurt, but he always had a soft spot for you, just like Mammon.

You decided to have mercy on the eldest born and put away the note where no one could see it, just to spare him the embarrassment. You looked up confusedly at your door when you haven’t heard any sound or voices for a few minutes.

Should you get up and open it to see?

But as you slowly peeled the blanket off your sweaty body, a wave of sickness crashed into you and you couldn’t hold it back. You threw up on the floor, just as doors burst open with Asmodeus’ in the frame. The tray filled with different beauty products was quickly put on the wardrobe next to your door as he gazed at you with worried eyes.

“Oh darling! Are you alright?” he rushed to you and out of pure love for you, ignored the vomit.

“Yeah, sorry, let me clean this up-“

“Absolutely not!” In the rush to go make sure you’re alright, he forgot the close the door and so the others peeked when they heard the slightest hint of worry paint Asmo’s voice.

“Go and take a bath Y/n, I’ll clean this up.” He practically pushed you into the bathroom and helped take of your clothes. He even restrained from touching you, this was not the right time for that, first you need to get better.

After making sure you’re settled, he went and cleaned up the accidental mess to the surprise of his brothers. Asmo would never do such thing, but as long as it involved you, he would even give up his beauty routine and break all the mirrors in his room. As long as you were okay, he put himself aside. He was trying for you, trying to feel and show love and not only lust that his sin controlled.

When you were done with your bath, you dressed yourself and started making your way back to bed, still feeling sick and still with a heavy head.

“What are you doing?!” Asmo let out a high-pitched sound, horror painting his features. Your room now had a flowery smell and there was no trace of what happened.

However, you only flopped on bed and began to pull the blanket closer to your form, shivering from the coldness you suddenly felt, your fever and warm water you left mere minutes ago messing with your body temperature.

“Love,” Asmo leaned over to you with a soft smile and closed his captivating eyes. “I know you’re cold but that blanket is gross now, you need a clean one.”

You only let out a groan as your lover snatched the blanket off your shivering body. “Asmoo!” you were feeling miserable and his almost germophobic way of acting really wasn’t helping.

“I have a better idea Y/n~” he gave you a cheeky smile as he tossed the blanket aside, “you can rest in my room and then I can take care of you!” There was a special spark in his eyes as he said that and his tone was genuinely happy and sweet.

“That sounds like a good idea, thank you Asmo” you murmured in his chest as he picked you up bridal style. This was his display of strength not many get to see and you were grateful you two felt so comfortable with each other.

Once he settled in bed next to you and cuddled you under warm and soft blanket, you felt a bit better and could feel peaceful rest coming your way.

“Hey Asmo?” you called softly.

“Yes dear?” Asmo, asked and looked down at you, ready to go get whatever you might need.

“Once I get better, we are gonna celebrate your birthday like no other.” Asmo looked at you in bewilderment. You seriously remembered his birthday even if you are sick? This made his heart flutter and he gave you the softest look, a warm loving smile on his lips when you lifted your head to glance at him. “Happy birthday, I love you.”

Asmo kissed the top of your head. “I love you too Y/n, sweet dreams.” And with that you finally let darkness wash over you as Asmo started at his ceiling. He was the happiest demon alive, having found love that he cherished more than himself.

Asmo wanted to be the best boyfriend he could to you and he was ready to go out of any comfort zone for you, knowing that you will be there for him every step of the way.

[definitelynotsuzumi]

Zapped to Another World [Chapter 2]

Genshin x fem! reader

I was able to write this up during my New Year break, though I cannot promise fast updates in future with school. TwT;;;

Hope you enjoy!

[Masterlist]

“Wanna grab a drink?”

Venti was all too happy to receive an unexpected treat. You were pretty excited too. A drink with Mondstadt’s Archon? It was a dream come true!

“Are you really who they say that you are?” You asked as Venti chugged back half a mug of dandelion wine.

“That I’m Barbatos? Yes, yes, that is very much hic true.”

It has been his tenth cup of dandelion wine and he seems all set to drain you of your Mora.

“First off, could you chill on the wine? You’re drinking way too fast…” You were feeling a tinge of regret now as his face was turning a bright crimson red.

“Can we get a glass of water? Thanks!” You whispered to Diluc, who gave you a stoic nod. You bit back your smile. So handsome…

“Hear ye! Hear ye! I hereby declare that every son and daughter of Monstadt hic should taste this! Finest of wines for the finest of people!” Venti was definitely drunk. You huffed in bemusement. Taking the mug of water Diluc had offered to you, you aimed your finger above the cup. Closing your eyes, you imagined 4 ice cubes forming and dropping into the cup.

With the sound of water splashing, you opened your eyes to see 4 cubes of ice in the cup. You grinned with glee.

“Now, drink this.” You offered it to Venti, who laughed and took a swig from that cursed mug. In exasperation, you grabbed the mug from him and willed for the liquid inside to freeze over.

“Wha-hey!” Venti complained, pouting so adorably as he snatched it back to drink more but found it completely frozen.

“Enough, drink your water!” Venti reluctantly took it from you and drank it down.

“You really should take care of yourself.” You sighed as he laid his head down on the wooden table. You and Venti sat in comfortable silence.

“Are you not going to drink?” Diluc asked as he swiftly polished a wine glass.

“I’m not really one for alcohol, they can be a tad too bitter for me. Perhaps some…Grape juice?” You hummed to yourself. You noticed the slight surprise in his eyes as you ordered his favourite drink from the menu.

“...Please wait a moment.”

“You really do have strange clothes. Anyways, you have not introduced yourself to me even after all these hic drinks.” Venti balanced his head on his hand, detaching himself from lying on the table.

“I’m (F/N) (L/N). You could say that I kinda came…A long long way from home.” You nervously laughed as Diluc raised an eyebrow.

“Aha! No wonder I liked you! That sense of freedom to go exploring and adventuring!” Venti grinned. His flushed face was an indicator that he had too much to drink, even with the iced water you made for him.

“Ah…Aha, I didn’t have a choice to. It’s more of Fate’s Decision for me.” You pressed your hand against your chest self-consciously. You could feel the thrum of the Gnosis against your chest and hand.

“Fate or not, you have a choice in everything you do and you chose the one you believed was right. Isn’t that good enough?” Venti giggled.

“That’s…That’s about right.”

You were surprised. Even though he was not there, he seemed to know what you have been through and speak into your heart. You did have a choice and you picked what you thought was best.

“You shouldn’t be afraid of the path you chose. Just enjoy learning and walking on it.” Venti’s eyes looked into yours and it felt as though he knew you for years.

“..Wow…Thanks. I really needed that.” You felt a weight lifted off your chest.

Diluc came with your drink in hand, pushing it onto the wooden table. You took a sip, reveling in the taste of grapes.

“You may be a young Archon right now, but it will be okay. You’ll grow as it comes along, no sweat.” You blinked in surprise as he murmured softly. You had never mentioned your form to Venti.

“How did you- We Archons can recognize when there is a new one among our ranks. But don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” Venti winked, stage-whispering to you.

“But…Will everything be okay?” You wondered. You distinctly remembered that the Fatui were actively hunting for Archons and their Gnosises.

“There is no sense in worrying on things you cannot control. Just do what you can.” Venti remarked, watching as the last customer staggered out of the door. Before you knew it, the moon was high in the sky.

“W…What about the Traveller?” Venti tilted his head in curiosity as you asked. He reminded you very much of a cat.

“Uhh…Aether?” You tried guessing.

“Ah, he went off to Liyue days back. He’s probably still there since the Lantern Rites are in a week’s time.” Venti managed to defrost the last of his dandelion wine and casually sipped on it.

“Are you looking for them?” Diluc asked, his eyes studying you closely. While you had strange clothing, he could not sense any malicious intent. You tugged at your sailor school uniform self-consciously as he seemed to check you out.

“Well, maybe, kinda? They helped me out when I was in a pickle so I really wanted to thank them for it.” You inwardly gulped. You could feel Diluc’s eyes pierce you. Could he tell that you were lying?

“Ah, maybe you should set off tomorrow. You might be able...to catch them there...” Venti finished off his wine before he slumped over the table, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Hey! Don’t sleep there!” You huffed as he seemed to black out. You heard the door open. The amicable spark in Diluc’s eyes vanished instantly and his shoulders stiffened. You knew one of the few people who could cause such a reaction.

Kaeya.

“Aether mentioned that he would be visiting the different lands and Archons, perhaps you might be of assistance.” The blue-haired man sat himself beside you. The way he jumped into conversation…Had he been listening in this entire time?

You couldn’t help but feel that something was off as Diluc stared at you. What is he planning?

“Oh…I guess I need to get going for Liyue tomorrow, I suppose. Don’t suppose you know of a good inn to stay in?” You stretched, trying to play off your nerves.

“You can stay with me for the night.” Diluc interrupted Kaeya as he poised to open his mouth. Diluc wiped his hands with a towel before donning his gloves, barely concealing his contempt for his stepbrother.

You could feel your gulp echo in the room. The air had became so heavy.

“Uh, you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose…” He was unusually…kind. It was strange as he reminded you of the typical cold characters in your manga.

“I insist. Also, that will be 1000 mora.”

“Ah.”

You handed up the payment for the drinks you had ordered for both Venti and yourself. As you stood to help Venti, Diluc pressed his hand against yours, stopping you from waking Venti from his wine-induced slumber. You felt your cheeks flush as you jerked back your hand.

“Leave him. He will be alright.” Diluc adjusted his gloves and coat. With a sharp jerk of his head, the bartender who was switching shifts hoisted the young boy up to the room above.

“…If you say so…” You nervously followed Diluc out to Dawn Winery.

Walking out of the walls of Monstadt, the questioning began.

“What will you do once you meet Aether?”

“Thank him, maybe follow him if he allows for it? Since he is visiting the other Archons and lands, I’d like to tag along to learn about them too.” You hummed.

“…Is that really all?” Diluc frowned.

“Yes. Besides, I have absolutely nothing to gain if I try to hurt him. If you are still that suspicious, you could always tail or follow me. Though, that means you have to…abandon your responsibilities here.” You said as you massaged your neck.

“That will not be a problem. You will find that my servants are well equipped to handle-“

“Oh Mr Hero, I was not talking about your Winery, though that is a fair point.” You stole a glance at him.

Diluc was silent as you both saw the Winery in a distance.

“…How did you know?” Diluc asked.

With a soft smile, you booped his nose, “That’s classified.”

As you settled in, Diluc took a moment to take a breather while his maids handled everything. Despite his suspicions, you were right. He had responsibilities to take care of. He could not rely on the Knights to do his job.

“Well, looks like I need to call in a favour…” Fetching a quill and some paper, he sealed the letter with wax.

“Head for the Umbrella Apothecary in Liyue and give this to the Healer who resides there.” As his servant bowed his head and disappeared into the shadows, Diluc sighed as he looked back towards your room.  

While it was a relief to find out that you mean no harm to Mondstadt or Aether, he could not help his curiosity.

“Classified information, huh?”

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Memories of 2020 - Initial asks and a small discussion

*cracks knuckles* Here we go.

If any of you have spent any amount of time today on any ARMY sns platform, I’m sure you’ve seen the mess which, as seasoned ARMY, I can tell you was the exact same mess we see...every single time. I can’t particularly say I’m surprised by any of it, especially when watching the entire process, as in the first clips hitting the TL and then the rest slowly following suit like a flood building steadily as the hours went by.

From anon: be ready for insecure vminies 😂

I’m pleased to report it wasn’t actually as bad as I expected, though now that I’m typing this I probably jinxed my own luck and the flood of asks will come soon enough, but maybe not. I’m holding on to the latter.

Based on the cycle in which these things happen every time, as in that the first clips that hit the ARMY spaces are Xkook ones, followed by vmin and other ships, and lastly more OT7 content, I expected our asks to go haywire after that clip, you know which one I mean. But we’ve only gotten two (?) about it, kind of, so I guess most people understood that it was just for laughs and nothing serious that anyone would have to get insecure over.

From anon: Sigh. This is my first memories of bts as army and i'm already tired of how all of twitter seems to be about 1 j*/k*ok moment now. There were so many j*n/kook m*ments and hugs and a sweet h*pe/k*ok backhug moment and a good number of vmin moments including slow dancing so why is the focus always on that one ship?

Here’s the thing, maybe my TLs are just well curated, I don’t know, but on mine no one really focused on that moment? Even non-shipper OT7s just briefly had a chuckle and then moved along to other things, awww’ed at vmin moments, there was lots and lots of talk about J*nk*ok being super cute and there being so much content when it comes to their interactions, there was a lot of chatter about basically every duo and OT7 moment. I know ship specific spaces went nuts, Xkookers butting heads like their lives depend on it, but outside of them?

“All of twt” is an exaggeration and I know, believe me I do, that Xkookers have the ability to make it seem like everyone just cares about their moments because they themselves (the shippers) are loud and seemingly everywhere, but when you look past them, that isn’t the case. Shippers have a tendency to generalize, especially those who follow a lot of their fellow shippers, but when you step outside of shipper spaces, things look very differently.

Like anon said, though I’d like to preface this by saying that I haven’t seen the entirety of Memories of 2020 so I can only go by what I have seen though I’d say I’ve seen nearly everything that was posted on twt or at least as much as I could find (including Xkook things), there were a lot, and I mean a lot, of amazing moments between basically all the members, regardless of who your favorite duo might be, I’m sure there was something for you there. Even those who are supposedly a rarity. And even as vminnies, this time around we had a feast with so many amazing vmin moments, some funny ones, some random ones, some super cute ones, whatever you want, there is something there for you to find. And the same can be said about so many other duos, we even got Yoongi and Hobi FaceTiming each other, and Yoongi saying they look like a couple while looking at the pictures Hobi chose for the coffee truck he sent to Yoongi’s Daechwita MV filming set.

There’s one discussion I’d like to get out of the way below the cut, but after that I will have another post very, very soon in which I want us to just have some fun and look at vmin, namjin and the other moments because there is just so much to find. And this is just day one of people having the DVDs, these discussion will continue for a while because, like I mentioned before, Memories are a treasure trove for OT7 content and fun stuff, and there’s more than eleven hours worth of it to be watched, discovered and discussed.

But, okay, let’s get into that moment since anons wanted to talk about it and know my thoughts on it, so let’s do just that. And yes, other anon from a while ago, I remember you once mentioning how I shouldn’t talk about other ships and shouldn’t “debunk” them and their moments, though I’d hardly call this debunking, but as I said many times since our first post, I’m ARMY before I am a vminnie and namjinist, and our blog is called thoughts on Bangtan and, as far as I’m aware, both JK and Jimin are part of Bangtan, so I don’t see a reason why I can’t show my perspective on it and also voice my grievances with shippers when it comes to that moment. And, before anyone comes into our asks to yell at me for being toxic/problematic or only doing this to make my ship look better or whatever, no, that isn’t the point, like at all. 

“Debunking” moments makes literally no difference whatsoever in the grand scheme of things and doesn’t affect reality, all I am doing is having a chat just like everyone else. I’m not even asking you to agree with me, you’re more than welcome not to, I can’t and won’t stop you. Also, just so you know, my initial reaction was just to laugh amused by it, no hard feelings, so I’m not the bad guy.

That being said...the Xkook moment.

Here’s the thing, when it first surfaced many hours ago, the moment itself was cut down to show just the moment of Jimin leaning close to JK and JK leaning back and turning his head away so his cheek faced Jimin...and cut, some even cutting off the video before JK turned his head. That’s it. People, as in shippers, freaked out, and everyone else had a good laugh and moved along to other things, even vminnies were joking about it and everything. I saw none of my fellow vminnies getting angry or insecure about it. Then, as time went by, someone else posted that scene but this time also showing the things leading up to it, so putting it into context instead of removing it. With the context suddenly the whole thing looked and felt completely differently since moments prior Jimin was pretending to stab JK with the pointy end of his mic and then acted as though to check if he was d*ad, as in the end of the scene. Turns out it was just for giggles and not some grand romantic moment in a room full of people and a camera close to their faces.

By that time, of course, those who cared most about that moment had long decided what meaning this holds and didn’t care once context was shown. Gifs and art had already been created, the yelling was loud, and the fights between Xkookers were reaching levels of toxicity I hadn’t seen in a while, which was disgusting and fucked up the say the least. But, the thing is, I don’t think the moment itself was the issue. In context and as rational ARMY you know it was just Jimin playing around with JK as they usually do, things we’ve also seen other members do in similar (though not quite like this) fashion, and after eight years since debut and nine of knowing each other, this isn’t shocking or new in any way. No, the issue were Xkookers and the way they treated this moment, some even going as far as taking screenshots and editing them to make it seem like they were about to kiss, as in they changed the placements of their heads to fit their narrative, as well as others making gifs where they play the moment backwards (leaving out the part where JK leans his head away and to the side) and thus they created their own version of the moment which was different from what had actually happened.

That is my biggest issue with this whole thing. The blatant manipulation of moments to create narratives that don’t match reality, twisting them and using them in stupid pointless fights. But imagine vminnies were to do any of that, all hell would break loose and we’d be attacked without mercy because how dare, and yet they don’t follow their own “logic” and “rules”. It’s more than okay to find any and all moments cute, we all do, to make jokes and whatnot, but twisting context, manipulating it and basically creating your own version of it goes too far. 

Take what we are given as what it is, instead of what you want it to be.

So, now that that’s done, please fellow vminnies and ARMYs, don’t be insecure or let people ruin your mood and fun over it. It’s not worth it. Instead let’s check out and have a talk about some of the fun vmin and OT7 moments we got, along with other ones, including my reply to another anon when it comes to namjin. Of course what I will mention in the post (HERE) is basically just the tip of the iceberg since tumblr has a limit on pictures and everything, so just know there is so much more still left to see than just that.

Before I’ll go, for those who still feel a little insecure/doubtful/whatever else, while I was working on this post and the other one, another anon sent in this well timed vmin ask:

From anon: I have to say this as a Vmin supporter. Whatever is going on with Vmin we can rest assure what they is special/untouchable. They graduated HS & college together, going for Bachelors together. Jimin-ah I like you the most. I want to live with my lovely Taehyung for the rest if my life. Their future is together, friends/soulmates or more they said it. I won’t tear down other members closeness (good for them) their bonds don’t erase Vmins. I’m just happy with the moments Vmin allow us to see.

[kaeyasstarlight]

Lost Wolf(Kyo Sohma x Depressed and Bullied! Gender Neutral!Reader)

Request:"I was wondering if you can do fruit basket request a Kyo x reader where the reader is depressed and she gets bullied but she also has a similar curse like kyo she the year of wolf the reader family knows about her curse and disowns like they think she a disgrace abuse her and doesn’t want her and she feels so worthless she gets to a point where she feels not good enough and that she completely loses control of herself and her wolf urges and turns into wolf or monster version wolf and kyo he tries to help her snap out of it I hope this makes sense maybe in the end it’s all cuteness fluff

Note : kyo and the reader known each other since childhood and they both like each other but don’t want to admit there feelings

I aslo got inspired by the movie called wolf children I definitely recommend watching it

I hope this is ok if not I can change it

To different request"

A.N: Thank you very much for request! :) The story you imagine is very interesting and I hope you will like what I wrote :) Also you said "she", but I just realized at the moment I'm writing this I just realized I did it gender neutral so I hope it's okay :)

Genre:Angst,Fluff,Comfort

Warnings:Depression,Bullying/Abuse,Crying,Self doubt,Disownment

P.S:I'm only at episode 6 of Fruits Basket so if something is inacurate I'm very sorry TwT

A few years ago:

"Hey! What are you doing alone there?! You're in my way!"

You flinched after you heard him yelling

"Um... I'm sorry... I'll go away..."

Before you go away, the boy takes you carefully by your wrist not to hurt you.

"Hey, I'm sorry for yelling at you... Are you ok?"

Tears start to well up in your eyes.

"It's just that you probaly won't even believe me"

"I also have a story you probably wont't believe so better we just share eachother's story?"

"Well... I can transform into a wolf when someone the opposite gender as me gives me a hug by exemple. My family knows about it and they told me that I'm a disgrace to our family and they will disown me when I'll be 16 years old and I could live by myself."

"Woah. I have the same curse but I can transform as a cat. Except I don't have the same family situation..."

He sees your sad face.

"You know, when you'll be 16 you could go live with me and my brother Yuki"

"For real?"

"Yeah, I don't think he would mind"

You jump in his arms and he started to blush

"Thank you so much,- I'm sorry what is your name?"

"I'm Kyo Sohma" "I'm Y/N L/N"

Since this day you were friends :)

In the present:

Today was the day, your parents disowned you and left you alone. Your best friend Kyo had left you the adress and a key the day before. He had already talked about it with his family and they said it was ok. You hoped that when you would start this new year and high school things would go better for you. In middle school you got bullied, but Kyo helped you to get out of it. He told you that if you were in another situation like this to tell him. You liked him, but you didn't want to tell him and even if he liked you back he probably wouldn't tell you anyways. So, you kept you feelings for yourself.

You arrived at the house and they welcomed you with great pleasure. You also learned that there would be another girl named Tohru that was gonna live with you also. She knew about the curse of you and all the others and promised not to tell anyone. She was very sweet with you and you became friends. It was a new start for you and you hoped that life would be better for you on now on. Even so, the tought of you being useless and a disgrace that your parents told you was still running in your head.

A few days later:

It has been a few days since you started highschool at the same school as Kyo and things weren't in your favor. First, you weren't in the same class as Kyo, Yuki or Tohru, so you had to meet new people and let's just say that a part of them didn't really like you. They started to bully you, calling you names and hurting you. You you hiden the marks and didn't tell Kyo because you didn't want him to get in a fight or be involve in your problems. The mean things that your family told you in the past started to come back more often in your nightmares and in your head. You felt even more useless and felt like your existence was all a mistake. You started to get depressed, sad, useless and just wanted to go away from the world.

A week later:

The bullying wasn't stopping and you had enough. You suddenly changed in your wolf form, but it was a monster version of it and you couldn't control yourself. Good thing you were at the Sohma household, because if the people saw you at school it could have been worse. Everyone in the house heard a big howl. They all went outside to go see and they saw you in complete incontrol of your wolf form. Kyo was worried for you and didn't want you to feel like this. He knew that if you were like this, something very bad happened to you that you snapped.

"Y/N!!!! What happened?! Snap out of this come on!!! I know you're strong! Come on you can do it!"

"I'm useless!!! My existence is a mistake! No one likes me! I tought that changing of school and be with you would change something but it didn't"

At this point, they could see the tears in your eyes.

"The people continue to bully me, to hate me, to hit me, to call names... I don't know what I did! Maybe it's just me existing that is wrong! No one wants me!"

"NO! I WANT YOU! I LOVE YOU Y/N! PLEASE SNAP OUT OF IT AND COME BACK TO YOU!"

You and all the others were all shocked at what Kyo just said. You came back to normal and Shigure brought you clothes. They all looked away while you changed. You were still shocked by the confession that Kyo said and wondered if it was true. The others looked at each other and agreed that they should leave you and Kyo alone to talk.

When you were both left alone there was a silence that took place

"So... Um...", you start

"Did what you said was true? Do you really love me?"

"...Yes...", he's blushing while looking at the ground

You let out a shocked breath and start to blush also.

"I love you too Kyo. You're one of the only persons who cares for me and I should've told you about the bullying and my feelings. I would really like to go out with you if you want."

"I would like too", he told you with a small smile on his face.

You two spent the rest of the evening cuddling while he rubbed your back to comfort you <3

A.N: I hoped this was ok and that it might have helped some people :)

Remember that you are loved and cared for <3

Have a nice day or night and see you soon! :D

[painty23]

°Key to my memories°

{slenderbrothers x reader}

{KEY}

The sound of the car's engine closed when we entered through the gates, I honestly didn't like moving houses considering all the memories I had in our old one. Our old house was just a one floor only and me and my brother share rooms, though we do fight a lot for our privacy but we also don't like being separated from each other.

I huffed, holding my legs close to me in the car seat "Do we really have to move? What about my friends?" I complained, though I only had 3 friends, the rest were just acquaintances.

My father sighed "we've talked about this y/n, you can still talk to them online and you can even make new friends here too" you can guess he didn't understand the struggle you have to deal with, making friends on your own is hard and getting the right ones are risky, It's like asking for a social grave when they backstab you.

"But it's haaard"

"It's only hard when you think it is y/n, trust me, just change and look at it from a different point of view" He was giving one of his 'life Lessons' that I'm not so eager to listen to. "It will help you, trust me. I was like you when I was younger"

I doubted his statement, he has more than 50 friends so it was hard for me to believe that he was a loner at some point in his life. My brother noticed my distress as held my shoulder "it's going to be fine y/n, I can help you friend hunting if you want" My brother, Wither offered.

I laughed, he always dotes on me and I secretly like it because we both share the same brain cells "that sounds like human trafficking, so no thanks"

"ptffff, as if we were gonna lock em' in a basement-"

"Would you though?"

"ah-"

I punched his shoulder playfully, I then looked up to him as he was 6'2 "but when YOU get new friends, will you still be there for me?"

My brother laughed "What kind of lame joke is that? Have you been watching those 'my life' stories on YouTube? You know those are fake right?"

I pouted and held the car doorknob/handle since mom and dad left the car, I retorted "yeah, I know that but what if it does happen"

I see my brother doing the same opening the other side of the car door, he simply replied "Then I'll just invite you, then we can both still hang out without one of us behind"

We both left the car and saw my dad taking some luggage from the back trunk, I decided to continue our conversation "but what if-" until my brother cut me off.

"Stop with the 'what if's, you're my sister and I'm not leaving you behind. Ever" he reassured me as he took his blue luggage, I look down and nodded taking my f/c one with me.

"Hey, you guys done talking? I need some help with some of the boxes here" my father invaded holding three boxes labeled 'fragile'

I nodded whilst my brother shrugged, but my luggage was pretty big compared to my brother so I wanted to bring it to my room first.

"Hey dad, can I bring this to my room first-" I ask politely "it's pretty heavy, so I want to finish putting my stuff first so I don't have to worry about it later"

Not that you know, but I wanted to pick my room first, I and my brother haven't really seen this mansion yet, but my parents did a couple of months back, and I want to get the best room.

My Father nodded "alright, but you have to help your mother then okay?" He instructed right after, I gave an "mhm!" before dragging my luggage to the entrance of the mansion.

It was was really nice and the paint job looked good too, I walked up the stairs of the porch and noticed the plants and a doorbell. The doors had some sort of carving of 2 griffins; one on each side. I push down the knob and opened the door, greeted by a really large room. I walk in astonished, I could ride a bike here! If I had one of course.

I saw 2 curved staircases leading to the second floor that had a railing, I hurriedly drag my luggage up the 50 steps and it was exhausting. I then thought about what floor my room should be on, maybe the 2nd or 3rd floor? Then I made the decision it should be the 2nd floor, I was about to head to the right until I heard my mother's voice from the left "Y/n? Are you picking your room already?" She asked surprised that I'm up here.

You see, My brother was usually the one whose supposed to pick the room first because he's the older sibling but not the smartest compared to me, even though we share the same brain cells I'm actually the one using them.

I turned to my mom and nodded "I actually tricked him to chose my room first, is that alright?" I asked nervously, my mom isn't as dense as my father

"Heh, you're almost as smart as me when I was your age" she walked up to me and petted my head "just don't overdo it though, he might change the wifi password again..." we both groaned

"fine ma, I'll be careful" I laughed it off, I then ask her "do you know any nice rooms here? I wanna be fast and Dad said I should help you after"

"Of course! Actually, I found one that should be just right for you and it came with a pretty key"

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Chapter 1 here

 I hope you enjoy reading it TwT

[kageruna]

☆.｡.:* Kenma, Oikawa, and Tendou comforting their s/o .｡.:*☆

Warnings: Stress (school stress), anxiety, and friendship struggles (this one directly relates to me so I’m sorry if you can’t enjoy it TwT)

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Reader: Gender neutral

A/n: I’ve been going through some stuff regarding school, friendship, etc. and wrote out these headcanons to make myself feel better TwT. If you’re going through something like this, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me if you want to talk about it!! I would love to help anyone who’s in need feel at least a little bit better <3

Kozume Kenma

➷ this week has been a really rough week in school

➷ and when i say really rough week, i mean really rough week

➷ you’ve been getting tons more homework than you usually get and there’s been a lot more projects and in-class essays that you had to work on/study for

➷ by the end of the week, you’re basically ready to sleep for 18 hours straight and not care about school or homework for a month

➷ it’s been really stressful

➷ a certain someone, however, noticed what you were going through and saw how much you’ve been struggling

➷ yes, his name is kozume kenma and he is your lovely boyfriend

➷ he’s in a different class/level as you so he didn’t get the assignments you had and received less work than you did that week

➷ every time you guys met up either before school, during lunch, or after school, he noticed the bags under your eyes and the look of absolute exhaustion in your eyes

➷ he felt terrible because he wanted to take that stressed look off of your face but no matter what he did, you seemed to still be struggling a lot

➷ so on friday after school, he organized a little stress-relieving hang out without you knowing

➷ you guys usually went to your own houses to change out of your school uniform and drop off your school bags before going to each other’s houses so you first went back to your own house before going to kenma’s

➷ he first made it seem like you guys were just going to hang out and cuddle or something but to your surprise, when you walked into his house, there were bowls of your favorite snacks and a faint smell of your favorite scented candle wafting through his home

➷ you widened your eyes when you first walked in and the little anxious smile on kenma’s face was ADORABLE

➷ you immediately hugged him and though he was shocked, he immediately wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly

➷ “i know you’ve been really stressed out lately so i wanted you to relax today and to let go of it all”

➷ you damn near cried because you really didn’t think your game-loving introverted boyfriend would do something this caring for you

➷ he led you to the sofa where there were a bunch of blankets and snacks laid out in front of it with the tv pointer already hovering over your favorite show

➷ once you both sat down, he immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest to cuddle while also reaching to grab a blanket to drape it over you two

➷ it was honestly really rare how forward and affectionate he was but he’s doing this all for you and that made your heart positively melt

➷ he started your favorite show and let you settle down with a bowl of your favorite snack in your guys’ laps

➷ this little surprise was just the thing you needed and you can’t believe how absolutely lucky you are to have such a caring boyfriend like kenma <3

Oikawa Tooru

➷ today was,,,, not a great day to put it frankly

➷ you forgot your pencil for the test you had in your first class (you even showed up late to it too!), you accidentally took a book from your own personal stack instead of the needed textbook, you forgot your lunch at home, and you also accidentally got your shoes wet because there was a puddle next to the outdoor water fountain

➷ today was a terrible day

➷ on top of that, your boyfriend kept on getting distracted with different volleyball regimes he was looking at and interrupted your conversation twice because of his fangirls

➷ not even your closest friends could turn your frown upside down

➷ honestly, once school ended, you were ready to just go straight home without talking to anyone and read comfort books and listen to music that calmed you down

➷ however, before you could leave the school campus, oikawa ran up to you to ask if you wanted to hang out and go to the park and have a nice cup of hot chocolate while you’re at it

➷ at first you were confused because didn’t he have volleyball practice?? the same thing that caused him to get distracted from you??

➷ but then you remembered that it was only the first day of the week and his team didn’t have practices on mondays

➷ you first tried to refuse because i mean he was also one of the reasons why you were upset!!

➷ but he kept on whining and begging you to join him for a stroll in the park so you were basically forced to join him he’s so whiny and spoiled oh my god 🙄

➷ little did you know, he actually did notice you were in a bad mood and was actually trying to make you feel better by taking you out on a date

➷ sure, he did get carried away and didn’t necessarily cater to what you might’ve wanted from him but nobody is perfect!! he makes mistakes and isn’t a perfect person all the time too

➷ he wanted to make it up to you and take the other struggles you faced today off of your shoulders

➷ he grabbed your hand and led you to the little cafe next to the park to get yourselves some hot chocolate. he of course paid for you even though you downright refused but hey he’s just trying to make you feel better!!

➷ after you guys got your hot chocolate and headed towards the park, you started feeling a bit better

➷ the hot chocolate was of course warm and absolutely divine but you also noticed how no matter what, oikawa didn’t take his attention off of you and didn’t even talk about the things that annoyed you before like volleyball or his fangirls

➷ he was putting in effort to make you feel better and it warmed your heart 🥺

➷ as you guys walked around the park, he scooched you closer to him so that you guys could snuggle into each other’s warmth

➷ it was really sweet and the cup of hot cocoa made it sweeter <3

➷ when you occasionally looked up to him while having your conversation, he had the softest smile on his face which made you absolutely melt

➷ it felt so nice to have your boyfriend give you the attention you needed and to make you feel better after the hellish day of school and life

➷ and he felt so happy to have such a lovely s/o to spend these simple but sweet moments with and to be able to be there when you needed him <333

Tendou Satori

➷ your friends,,,, yes your fun, loving, and absolutely precious friends

➷ they’ve been with you through thick and thin and you seriously would do anything for them

➷ but if that’s so, why would you feel so hesitant on loving them???

➷ they haven’t done a major thing that would cause you to hate them

➷ all you remember are those little lingering thoughts of anxiety and sadness that are most likely normal in every friendship no matter what

➷ how did it come to the point where you don’t know if you can spend the time and energy loving them as much as you used to???

➷ you’ve been dwelling on this for the past month or so and honestly, it came to the point where your friends along with your boyfriend could tell that something was up with you

➷ whenever they asked, you always responded with a lame excuse and even though sometimes it worked, a lot of the times they still had their doubts

➷ you still tried to act mostly normal with your friends and tried to act like there was nothing wrong with how you viewed them but day by day it was getting harder to come to terms with how you felt and if you really believed you loved them as much as you said you did

➷ it even came to the point where you started distancing yourself from them a little bit to come to terms with how you felt and to give yourself a break

➷ tendou was the most keen of your struggles and tried to read you to see if he could figure out the problem but even if he got it right, you would always deny it and say it was nothing

➷ today, he had enough of your evasive behavior and was determined to get to the bottom of whatever you were feeling

➷ of course he wanted to make you feel better but at the same time, he felt lonely and even started to partially blame your off behavior on himself

➷ i mean how could he not when you acted more hesitant about everything??

➷ the school day went about mostly normal and nothing out of the ordinary happened but while you were hanging out with your friends, tendou was trying to find ways on how to directly confront you

➷ by the end of the school day, he made up his mind and decided to just lead you to his dorm to have a heart to heart without any distractions

➷ so once school ended, tendou immediately told you that he wanted to hang out at his dorm that day and you quickly obliged though you were slightly shocked at how determined he was for such a simple thing

➷ he led you to his dorm and once you both settled into his bed while cuddling, he immediately cut to the chase

➷ “why have you been really hesitant lately? what happened?? did i do something to make you upset somehow?? and don’t try to evade it too, i want the true answer without any sugar coating”

➷ at first, you widened your eyes and took a bit of time to collect your thoughts. tendou waited patiently with his arms still wrapped around you in a comforting embrace

➷ he squeezed you a bit sometimes just to remind you that he was there and that he wouldn’t mind waiting for a long time for your answer

➷ once you gathered your thoughts, you started talking about how you felt about your friends. not the way you would describe them normally but the way you truly felt about them. the weird, lonely, almost heart-breaking feeling you felt since a while ago that you never bothered to mention

➷ he stayed quiet and listened while you vented and explained what you were going through and how you were truly feeling

➷ he slightly chuckled when you hurriedly told him that he wasn’t part of the problem and that he was as perfect as he could possibly be

➷ he squeezed you tightly and kissed the top of your head for that but let you carry on

➷ once you finished talking, there were little streams of tears running down your face with your boyfriend trying to wipe them away and comfort you as best as he could

➷ he didn’t know how exactly to deal with this because he never personally went through something like it but he made sure you knew that he was going to be there with you no matter what and that he would be a safe space whenever you needed someone

➷ his loving words and embrace made you cry harder as you felt a huge weight lift off of your chest once you finally talked about how you were feeling to someone, especially your boyfriend

➷ if he hadn’t been there for you and forced you to talk about how you felt, you truly wouldn’t have known what you would do and if you would eventually break later on

➷ you truly felt like the luckiest person alive with his arms wrapped around your warm body

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[kurohoely]

always (daichi x y/n)

part 2

genre: exes to lovers, slow burn(?) idk how genre works, sfw, daichi!timeskip

wc: 1.2k

a/n: thank you everyone for liking always part 1 TwT i almost cried seeing so many daichi stans reading and liking it. one more part to go! enjoy :D likes and reblogs are highly appreciated :))

part one , part two , part three

Small tears formed in the corner of your eyes. Such a sweet sentiment from someone that you only saw twice a week. There are still good things in this world. It’s always the small things that make people going. You flipped open your computer but then noticed her packing her stuff.

“Ah, Kaori-san. Are you going back home?”

“Yes, y/n-san. I got my work finished early today so I’m heading out. Do you still have a lot of work to do?”

“I’m just gonna finish everything today so I can leave early on Friday. Have a safe trip back home”

And you did stay here, rigorously typing the report and finishing the final touches of your presentation tomorrow. You glanced at the clock, it’s already 9 huh. Just one last push before you get that sweet, sweet week off. You pressed save and backed up everything, turning off your computer. You gather your stuff and start heading down, home. It looks like you were the only one left in the building, with only a few guards and janitors roaming around the halls. As you were about to pass through the auto gates, you noticed the same figure you saw when you took a break. Your breath hitched, pulse drumming inside your veins. It was almost like you forgot how to breathe. You stood at the gate for a while since he hasn’t noticed your presence just yet, gathering your scattered courage. You want to get out, away from him before your body follows what your heart wants. But before your body could even follow your mind, Daichi moved first, picking up the pace as he walked to you, as if he heard what your heart wanted.

“Hey y/n”

“Hey Sawamura, are you looking for someone?”

It pains Daichi that you used his last name. You made it very clear to him that whatever you both had was over, just how he wanted but somehow, it didn't feel right. After these months being away and not having you by his side felt so foreign, it was as if he was a void, an empty shell. His emotions went numb. He relies on his brain to function, keeping him alive but beyond that, he shuts off. Everything went stagnant, stale. Now, you’re in front of him again but he couldn’t reach you. He wants you. He needs you. He wants to fix whatever it is between you and he knows he has to do it now. He fumbled his fingers before speaking up again, shifting his gaze straight into your eyes. You felt a loud thump in your heart.

“Umm no, actually... I was waiting for you”

“Why? Did I leave anything at your place?”

“No! You didn’t unfortunately… I just wanted to come by and see… you know, how you're doing and… stuff…”

“That's nice Sawamura but I think you should focus on your girl now. Don't want her to think we’re up to something. I gotta go now, it's been a long night.”

“Yeah, it's pretty late already. Are you okay with me accompanying you back home?”

“It's okay Sawamura. Drive safely okay?”

You walked past him, towards the parking lot. Why? Why are you still the sweet person you are, just as how he remembers it? Your warmth was like the morning sun, embracing him at his most vulnerable state. Home. He wants to pull your figure into his embrace, flushing into his built. He wants that warmth to dissipate into him. Make him feel alive again. What did go wrong in your relationship? Before he could even try to pull back the memory, he was struck again by your words. Her. Who is her? Daichi swore he is not drunk and pretty sure that there's not yet a her now. He whipped his head in your direction but your shadow was long gone.

The long-awaited week off finally arrived. You started the day by cleaning up your house, airing up everything. Pillows, mattress, your plushies. Doing chores always make you feel productive, jamming through the blasting speakers of your “heads boppin walkin alone” playlist. You tried a new breakfast recipe that you saw on Tik Tok and turned out really good. The weather is so good today, it felt like a waste if you spend time indoors. You washed up quickly, you stared at your wardrobe, thinking what outfit of the day you should try now. Pushing one hanger at a time, you saw the sundress that Daichi bought for you. A knee-length dusty sage sundress, with pleated around the skirt area, v-lined, and half-arm length sleeves. Slipping into your white sandals, you grabbed your bag and headed out to your favorite bookstore. One whole week of doing nothing might as well pick up a new book.

You passed through the antique, small indie coffee shop that Daichi found while he was doing his morning runs. You stare through the display window, laughing to yourself. Wouldn't it be funny if Daichi was here? You let yourself into the shop. At this moment, you truly believe you hold the power to jinx yourself when it comes to Daichi. It’s the second time the universe loves seeing you suffer. He was there with his training jacket and shorts. Sweats were still visible on his sideburns. His coffee almost slipped from his grasp when he saw you, but what surprised him more - he saw you in the dress he bought. His heart felt a live pulse, a too-familiar feeling growing inside him.

“Hey y/n”

“Hey Sawamura”

“Fancy meeting you here”

“Yeah, I came here to pick up a new book from the old bookstore”

“Oh, nice. You’ve always been a reader”

An awkward chuckle escaped your lips. Oh, how you wished you had the power to fast-forward time. The tension between you could cut slice anything that comes into your space. Daichi chose to break the silence.

“Hey y/n, I know it’s a bit too early but are you free ton-. Sorry”

His ringtone caught his attention. He still used the old ringtone that you set for him. It made you soft and blushed a little. Daichi swayed his hands towards his back pocket, swiping through to pick up whoever’s calling. You swore you heard a small devil whisper inside you, wishing whoever called Daichi, their pinky gonna meet every corner they can get. Your heart almost stopped beating when you heard a woman's voice through the grills. Your gut feeling was proven more after you saw Daichi’s smile. You snapped back yourself back into the harsh and cruel reality. Enough is enough. You need to move on. Daichi already did it. What's stopping you?

While Daichi was busy answering his call, you took your coffee and went straight back home. Just as he hung up, he was greeted by your trailing dust. He missed his chance twice to have a proper conversation with you. Is fate trying to test him or is there something else that it wants to tell? Either way, he knows he shouldn’t give up, just as his feelings never did. Especially after the two unexpected meetings with you, he knows at least this - you haven’t yet rejected his existence near you. He cupped his face, gathering all ideas to have a longer, more open conversation with you, hoping you would still feel the same. He wished hard for a slight amber within your heart that he could reignite it and start anew, fresh new pages with you. He texted you as soon as he exited the shop, guessing by now you have his number unblocked.

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[mirahuyooo]

Baby | knj

Baby

—Your daughter had been so sure about one thing. You are Baby. End of discussion. 

Word Count: 1,268 Content/s: FLUFF, drama (super light, extra smol), established relationship, married life, husband and wife au, dad!namjoon is a p r e c i o u s concept & I'm glad we all agree Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

A/N: Hi, hello, idc if I'm posting out of schedule, this would've been a better tribute for Joonie's birthday but I went away and posted the one that's been in the drafts SO hERE I AM, houRS AFTER COOING AND FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THE CONCEPT OF F U T U R E  D A D to deliver you this short blurb inspired by the stuff i saw on twt 😩👌💕 Hope y'all enjoyed!

[masterlist]

Any couple with a kid would gladly attest to the saying that parenting is no easy feat. The two of you, of course, have found fact in such a statement and have always managed. You, yourself, think you two did a brilliantly decent job raising Luna, your four-turning-five-year-old who had recently donned her big girl shoes on and entered the great unknown—kindergarten.

Now, you don't really know why you've been called in to meet with the teacher instead of doing the usual routine of waiting by the school gates, but you were certain that your sweet, little angel didn't do anything wr—

"What do you mean she got into a fight?"

Your jaw falls slack as you turned to the little girl sheepishly sitting in the chair next to you. An eyebrow of yours raised, waiting for her explanation, but Luna refused to meet with your questioning gaze. "Luna," you call out, soft yet firm so as to not scare her into not speaking a word. 

"Well, Mrs. Kim," the teacher, Ms. Oh, began, catching your attention once more. She brings her hands together over the wooden desk with an awkward smile gracing her features, somewhat unsure of how to properly tell the story itself. "Luna here threw a little fit when one of her classmates, Chunsa, made fun of your name."

The confusion that seizes you knows no limits. "My name?" You incredulously ask. What's wrong with my name?

Ms. Oh glances at Luna for a moment before clearing her throat. "She said that your name was Baby," she tells you, "Chunsa laughed, because she found it funny and proceeded to make fun of it with the others. The fight,  fortunately, was able to be stopped before anyone got hurt."

You could hardly believe your ears. Luna is a reserved girl, always has been, inheriting her father's introverted tendencies and love for books. She has the patience of a saint, too. For her to be like this...

"Baby?" You found yourself muttering aloud. "Why would she—oh..."

Oh no.

A blush stains across your cheeks an unmistakable red, spreading like an unstoppable forest fire except the one that got slain is your will to live. "I," you stammer, scrambling to find an excuse. "It's just that, uhm," you coughed into one hand. "Her, uh, father used to call me... baby before we got married. He still, uh, calls me that to this day. We didn't—"

 You glance at your daughter, who was now looking at you with complete and utter betrayal. All you could muster to give to the both of them was an apologetic smile. "We didn't expect her to do such a thing," you told Ms. Oh in all honesty. 

The silence that hung in the air was killing you mentally, when really you want it done physically so you can be rid of this mortification. Can the ground just swallow you whole please? Thanks. 

To save yourself and your daughter from any more of this agony, you stood up, securing your shoulder bag with one hand before bowing to the young kindergarten teacher, both as an apology and as a farewell. "My husband and I will discuss it later," you solemnly swore, "I promise it won't happen again."

You grabbed Luna's hand, coaxing her to utter a small goodbye with you before taking the two of you out of the school grounds and into the parking lot where you had parked your car. You usher your daughter into her place in the backseat before hopping onto the driver's seat yourself and driving onwards to home. 

As soon as you drove a good distance away from the school, a loud outbreath of relief escapes you, along with a little chuckle for you have been made a clown after that little hooha. Come to think of it, if all the embarrassment could just leave your body right now for even just a damn second, the scene that had just unfolded was hilarious. 

Luna, behind you, however, looks at you with a puzzled expression. Eventually, she speaks up. "Mommy," she slowly began, "did I... did I really do an oopsie?"

You glance at her through the rearview mirror, offering her an assuring smile to ease her guilt. "It's okay, honey," you tell her, "you didn't know. Just don't fight with anyone again, hm? Remember what daddy said?"

Luna nods. "Violence is never the answer," she utters Namjoon's reminders along with you. Still, she fiddles with her fingers. 

"What's your real name then, mommy?"

You beam a smile. "Mommy's name is (Y/N), sweetie," you tell her, "we can try spelling and writing it later if you want."

Your little offer seems to have efficiently lift her mood a little. She nods enthusiastically, but her curious eyes were still swimming with thoughts and questions. "Why does Daddy call you baby then?" She asks.

Nearly but fortunately not so, your grip on the steering wheel loosens as your throat chokes on your spit for a moment. You clear your throat. "Well," you began, scouring your head for a suitable explanation, "it's like a nickname! You know how mommy calls you honey sometimes? Or sweetie? Or, how daddy calls you moonchild?"

Luna nods understandably, getting a grasp onto the concept. "But why does he always call you baby?" She soon asks, not fully satisfied with your initial statement. 

See, now that's not wholly true—but your daughter will have even more questions, so you're gonna have to shut up about that and just go with the hell of it. "Sometimes," you say, "sometimes, it just gets stuck that way, y'know? Like how you'll always call me mommy or eomma, and how you'll always call daddy your daddy or appa."

Luna, for now seemed to have enough. A small 'ah...' leaving her lips, as she resorts to looking out the window for amusement. 

All you could do at that moment was let out yet another outbreath of relief—this time quieter so as not to catch Luna's attention again. Still, your lips tugged upwards. 

Baby, huh? Wait 'til Namjoon hears about this. 

BONUS

"We're home!"

Your voice rings throughout the house, as you lock the door behind you. Luna runs along and into the kitchen, immediately sensing her father was there. 

You enter the premises to see Namjoon ducking down to her height in order to perform their daily kiss on the cheek ritual. He had been at the dining table, coffee in one hand—presumably taking a break from composing. 

Just as you reach the two of them, Luna runs off to play with her dolls, leaving you alone with your husband. You lean down to press a light kiss on his lips, which he greatly welcomes. You sat on the chair next to him, resting your cheek against the palm of your hand. "You can not believe what just happened at school today," You halfheartedly groan, ready to spill some tea. 

Namjoon chuckles, glancing at you as he sips on his mug. "Humor me," he tells you with an encouraging pat on the thigh. 

Though the touch of hand sends shivers down your spine, you carry on with your words. "Luna got in trouble today," you say, "because she genuinely thought my name was baby and her classmates made fun of her for it."

"She what?"

You laugh at the ridiculous expression that seizes Namjoon's face. "Guess how she came to such a conclusion," you mused, eliciting a chuckle from your husband. 

"Hm, yes," he feigns to ponder with a smirk, "I wonder how."

[peaches-writes]

how to appease your asian aunties ch. 1 - christmas

description: in the immortal words of wine aunts and aunts you’re not even related to but forced to call your aunt at gatherings, ‘do you have a boyfriend?’ member: jisung / han genre: fluff, fake dating au, implied rich kids au, eventual childhood / best friends to lovers au, college au, implied fem reader (but i still used they/them pronouns) word count: 7.5k chapter warning: food, drinking, explicit language, one comment about weight note: insp by a twt meme + this is my first attempt at making a story with parents having a bigger role in them omg

ch. 2 // ch. 3 // series masterlist

Though you’re a semester away from graduating college, with your own circles of friends, clubmates, and close classmates, you still can’t understand why your mom and her sorority batchmates feel the need to have reunion parties every single year. Maybe it’s the product of growing connectivity in this modern age or just simply your wide age gap preventing you from having the same nostalgic feelings attending these dinners; nevertheless, ever since your mom started bringing you to these parties to socialize with her friends’ children when you were four, you've always personally found it a bit troublesome. 

They see each other at mall sales, weekend brunches, weddings, birthdays, and anniversaries all the time—a lot of them even work closely with each other. For as long as you can remember, you can’t help but endlessly wonder in this time of year: will they ever get tired of each other?

As you adjust your coat over your semi-formal attire for this year’s dinner party, you sigh in front of the full-length mirror by your house’s front doors and mentally conclude that they probably never will. This is your 19th reunion dinner now and even from meters away in the kitchen, you can hear your mom fuss to your dad and the helpers either worriedly about the desserts that everyone in the house (and your nearest restaurant branch) was forced to bake two nights ago; or excitedly about seeing her college best friend, Mrs. Hwang, even if they literally just dragged their respective families to the monthly brunch last weekend—like she always does minutes before you leave. She always sounds like a crazed woman but you know deep inside that she’s excited to see her friends again and reminisce about the same old college memories you’ve even memorized by heart now.

It’s cute and all, maybe you’ll even end up the same in a decade or so but you swear at present on the dinner menu tonight that the more you spend your first day of Christmas break attending these dinners, the more you’ll slowly lose your mind over this unofficial holiday tradition: from your mom’s dramatic ramblings at the start of the night to the prospect of spending the rest of the evening laughing off your unofficial aunts and godmothers’ unnecessary backhanded comments and trying not to get caught in the trouble the younger children make.

It really just isn’t exactly your type of scene. It’s like family Christmas parties but with more passive-aggressive internalized drama since you’re not related to any of the guests by blood.

“Y/N, dear, come along now, we’re running late!” Your mom scolds you as she approaches your direction to the double doors, carrying cupcake caddies and cake boxes with your dad and your six house helpers. She’s wearing the dress you helped pick out last month, you observe, which is another tradition of hers. Rich people and not wanting to be seen wearing the same clothes twice, you guess. “Oh dear, I need to fix my hair in the car!”

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror before sprinting to the doors and helping your dad open them. You also take a couple of boxes from one of the helpers as you all pile outside, letting everyone pass through before closing the doors behind you. 

The nine of you then head to your dad’s Ford you parked outside the house gates earlier this afternoon, loading the everything in the back of the car without much difficulty before parting ways with the helpers for tonight with the same house instructions from your mom to not wait up for the three of you.

“Bye!” Your mom waves at your helpers through the rolled down windows on the front passenger seat as your dad begins to drive away from the house. 

Once your house begins growing smaller in the distance behind you, only then does your mom attend to her hair while your dad closes all the windows and locks the doors.

You, on the other hand, lean back in your own seat, taking out your phone to pass the ten minutes travel time to one of your godmothers, Mrs. Kim’s house in the adjacent subdivision.

“Y/M/N! Y/F/N! Welcome!” Mrs. Kim greets you at her house gates with her own mini army of house helpers, kindly helping you and your parents unload your party contributions and transfer them inside her recently renovated kitchen. “Oh, Y/N! Look at you, you look so beautiful tonight!”

You smile politely through the wave of compliments and ‘oh you gained a bit of weight’ comments that follow as you try your best to not to trip over the slippery marble steps leading to the house. Contrary to what your mom has been worrying about earlier at home, you eventually discover that you’re fairly early to the party for the 19th year in a row with only half of the families already in attendance to greet you when you entered the house.

“Y/N, all the teenagers are upstairs on the second floor, by the way.” Mrs. Kim informs you once your cupcakes have been neatly organized in the caddies at the very end of the buffet table, making you cringe internally at her preferred term for you and the other older kids in the house. “Dinner is at 7:30.”

“Thank you, auntie.” You smile one last time at her before excusing yourself to go upstairs, sighing internally in relief that her son, Seungmin, has smartly gathered everyone upstairs for the third year in a row to avoid the aunts and uncles for as much as possible.

You’re not completely fond of the parties, sure, but you can’t deny that there are little parts that have unconsciously grown on you—like your unlikely band of childhood friends and your shared hatred for this particular party.

Climbing up the slippery staircase as fast as you can with a death grip on the railings, you reach the second floor in no time to be greeted by six out of the eight people you’ve sort of grown up with in these parties occupying the common area: Felix and Hyunjin having a Wii dance battle in front of the television, Seungmin and Minho having a violent game of UNO on the coffee table, and Ryujin and Yeji scrolling through their phones on the sofa before abandoning them to approach you at noticing your presence by the staircase.

“Y/N!” Ryujin calls you in as she reaches you first for a brief hug and a short exchange of compliments on each other’s outfits, as if you didn’t just meet at one of your shared class’ Christmas parties yesterday. Though all of you attend the same university, you see Ryujin the most since you’re in the same college, just in different departments. “So nice to see you again!”

“Yeah, yeah, hello to you too again.” You chuckle, more genuinely now in the company of party guests you’re actually comfortable with, before waving hello at Yeji who trails behind. 

Yeji then naturally hugs you next, pulling you a few steps away from the staircase so the two of you don’t topple over when she leans her weight on you. “Y/N, took you long enough!” She says next to your ear. “Hyunjin and I were starting to make bets if the aunties suddenly trapped you downstairs like Chan and Miyoung.”

You hug her back with equal force, a little more than you did with Ryujin, pulling away after to playfully slap her arm for the teasing comment. “I’d sell my arm first before I let that happen.” You retort as the two of you laugh. “I just helped set up desserts—mom made us do an extra two boxes of brownies and cookies this year so you better get a lot later!” 

“Of course, but only if you eat a lot of the spaghetti my mom made!” She reminds, kindly fixing your hair for you. “I missed you! You look so pretty tonight!”

Behind the two girls, the boys also greet you in scattered casual ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s before going back to their own activities. You greet them back as they acknowledge you (and even reciprocate Felix’s long-distance high five mid-dance), crossing off everyone’s names in your mental attendance list as your gaze wanders around the room.

Since Chan is busy being a grown-up and showing off his fiance downstairs, you conclude that only one person is missing among your eight friends.

“Ya, Han Jisung!” As if on cue, the missing eighth person in your list emerges from the staircase behind you as Minho calls his name. “Welcome back!” 

Jisung greets everyone back in their second wave of scattered greetings as he walks to Minho and Seungmin’s direction, purposely acknowledging you last by suddenly turning around and walking backwards to send a wave and wink your way. He almost trips over the long ruffles of the big accent carpet as he does this, making you, Yeji, and Ryujin laugh as the only witnesses.

“Oh my God.” You place a hand to your forehead in secondhand embarrassment, stifling your laughs as your best friend regains his balance and looks behind him in case anyone else saw (which, unfortunately for you, they didn’t). You can’t believe that despite missing last year’s party because of his study abroad program’s strict schedule, he still manages to do his ritual clumsy carpet accident somehow. “This dumbass, I swear.”

In front of you, Jisung only laughs it off as well. “You didn’t see that!” He adjusts his coat with one hand and scratches the nape of his neck with the other in between laughs, walking forward to you properly after with his arms extended for a hug. “Stop laughing and come here, ugly. I missed you.” 

You feign a scowl but hug him back anyway, Yeji and Ryujin slyly stepping away with knowing smiles that only you can see with Jisung’s eyes turned away. You stick your tongue out at the two girls as they abandon you and walk back to the sofa before slapping Jisung’s back harshly for the familiar insult. “Speak for yourself, you ugly. I missed you too.” You reply to his latter comment with an amused chuckle of your own. “How are you?”

“Better now that I’m seeing you in person again.” He pulls away after with his signature flirty smirk, visibly eyeing you up and down now while his hands are still on your upper arms. Though he knows such gesture irks you, especially when it comes to the aunts and uncles downstairs, Jisung is the only one among your friends confident enough to tease you this way. Knowing each other a bit longer than everyone else has its perks, he’s come to realize over the years. “Look at you, all dressed up tonight. For me?” 

“Of course I’m all dressed up tonight, it’s Chan’s engagement announcement later.” You retort, swatting his hand away to adjust your now wrinkled clothes. “You’ve known me for twenty years, already; I think it’s time to stop assuming I’ll ever dress up for you now.” 

He only shakes his head, his teasing and lighthearted mood unwavering in front of you. “Nah, I really think you dressed up for me tonight.” He insists jokingly, a hand lingering over the fabric of your coat. “If I get welcome back parties like this from you in the end, should I just do more one-year study abroad programs?” 

“And leave me to fend off the aunties every other year? I don’t think so.” You’re quick to turn down, walking pass him to rejoin your group now. Jisung naturally follows along like a lost puppy, suddenly changing his mind on joining Minho and Seungmin to follow you around now that you’ve started conversation. “You owe me for leaving me to take all the ‘I can set you up on a blind date with my godchild’ and ‘are you dating anyone’ comments last year.”

The two of you sit next to Ryujin and Yeji who, without even looking up from their phones, quickly scoot away to the other end of the big sofa which makes you send pleading looks their way while Jisung laughs and gains enough confidence to sling an arm on the sofa behind your shoulders.

Another annoying thing from this yearly reunion party is how it’s an unspoken rule in your group to leave you and Jisung alone whenever you’re engaging in your usual banter. You and Jisung are the enemies type of best friend, for God’s sake. You don’t understand how everyone (yes, even Seungmin) thinks the two of you are being cute. 

“I keep telling you, you wouldn’t get all those comments if you just tell them you’re dating someone, dummy.” Jisung returns to your conversation once you’re settled, purposely placing a suggestive emphasis on the pet name. “That’s just the most natural thing to do in front of the aunties.” 

“And who would I show them if they ask who?”

“Try me.” Jisung answers smugly, earning him an eye roll from you.

“As if.” You deadpan, leaning to his arm anyway as you take out your phone and connect to the wifi. “Given your new fuckboy look to the aunties, I’m pretty sure they’ll see past that kind of bullshit, especially Yeji and Hyunjin’s mom and Minho’s mom. They’d be more convinced if I tell them I’m dating Seungmin instead and he’s already in a relationship.”

You don’t even have to look to your side to see Jisung pouting as he whines in complaint, his free hand going up to your side to shake your arm. “That hurts.” He dramatically points to his chest when you show the slightest hint of turning his way. “And having Bumble on your phone isn’t being a fuckboy, I don’t even use it to get dates.” 

“That’s not what the aunties think.” You point out, knowing just how much your aunts and uncles easily misunderstand concepts from your generation like social and dating apps. “I’m telling you, I prefer you swaying the conversation for me over you pretending to be my boyfriend.”

Jisung is quiet for a moment and you’re convinced that he’s decided on ending the conversation at this point until he suddenly twists his body towards you and challenges, "Do you wanna bet? Test out that theory?” He smirks again. “It’d really spice up this party, besides Chan’s announcement, of course.”

Only then do you look up at him since you sat down, deadpanning, “No.” 

“Come on, it’d be really interesting!” He taps you on your shoulders with a laugh, a combination of habits he always does whenever he’s trying to involve you in his usual trouble-making antics. “My mom will finally get off my back for always nagging me as a ‘fuckboy’ and our mom’s sorority friends will finally get off yours for not dating.” 

“You’re crazy.” You comment, crossing your arms in front of him. “I think I’ll just re-download Bumble too and bring someone to the party next year.” 

“You’re really taking too much jabs at my heart right now,” He sighs with a contrasting smirk. “and we’re not even past dinner yet.” 

“Because you deserve it,” You chuckle back at him, pretending to punch him on his stomach which he reacts to dramatically. “I’ve always known you’re a dumbass but that’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard from you.” 

Stubborn, he shakes his head in disagreement as you speak. “Nah, nah, we’ll see about that.”

And as if on cue, Mrs. Kim emerges from the staircase and announces that dinner is ready, luring everyone out of the second floor before you can even ask Jisung what he means with his words. 

“Ya, Han Jisung!” You call for him when he sprints to Seungmin’s side when the latter begins leading everyone downstairs. 

You try catching up to him but the staircase becomes too narrow for you to squeeze past everyone, forcing you to walk with Minho and Ryujin at the back of the group. With this, Jisung then takes this as an opportunity to look up at you from the turn on the staircase and send you another wink, a more confident one this time since he doesn’t trip after. 

Your ‘age group,’ as the aunts differentiate you from the younger children, hogs the extensive buffet and steals the best table in the backyard, near the karaoke machine so you can stop the uncles from singing too much of ‘My Way’ once they get drunk later on and as far away from the children’s table as possible so you don’t have to be obligated to take care of them later on. Chan, the eldest among you now, joins your table with his fiance, Miyoung, after they’ve officially declared their engagement before the buffet opened, happily handing out their save the date cards for their May wedding.

“Just remember, Miyoung, that you can literally get all your wedding needs from us, okay?” Yeji comments amidst all the talk about the wedding, gesturing to everyone as you eat and drink champagne. “Like Y/N and Seungmin for catering, Ryujin for the attires, Felix for your honeymoon trip, me and Hyunjin for the flowers and documentation, and Jisung can dress up as a clown for your reception.” 

“Ya!” Jisung protests to your left, cheeks full of steak and spaghetti that makes the whole table erupt in laughter. “Chan’s and Minho’s studios can arrange the music and the decor; my mom will probably argue with Miyoung’s mom for the locations and hotels.” 

“I can just tell my dad to hire you as a clown, though.” Minho shrugs nonchalantly, further fueling your laughter. To your right, you can even see Miyoung giggling through her glass of champagne, having given up on stifling her laughs. “It’d make good entertainment.” 

Jisung then leans over to you to turn to Miyoung on your other side with a pout and a pleading look to her and Chan. “You two are just letting them drag me like this?” He whines dramatically before turning to you. “Y/N, back me up here.”

“No!” You press a finger up to his forehead and playfully push him back on his seat. “It’s a great idea, what are you talking about?” You tease as you do so, much to more whines from him. “There’s like five months before the wedding, think about it.”

Next to you, Miyoung forces herself to stop laughing, teasingly asking Chan, “Babe, what do you think? Should we just demote Jisung from groomsman to clown?” 

“I’d very much prefer being a groomsman, please.” Jisung asks over Chan, leaning over the table. “I can’t compete with Changbin for best man but as long as I’m not dressing up as a clown I’m good!” 

“Hey, how come Jisung’s a groomsman?” Seungmin complains from across you, frowning cutely at the couple. “Miyoung, I’m your cousin! I introduced you and Chan in university!” 

“You’re a groomsman too, Minnie, don’t worry.” Miyoung reassures with a warm smile before elbowing her fiance. “As long as you can get your parents to cater with Y/N’s family.” 

The offer makes Seungmin’s ear perk up in interest. “Okay, call!” 

“Can we all be in the wedding party at this point? I’m seriously pushing it now, I want to dress up really cute!” Yeji, who sits on Chan’s other side, pleads. 

“Me too! I second that!” Felix backs her up immediately, the two now leaning over the table expectantly in Chan’s direction. “Though I’m not so keen on designing things.”

“Ah, but we have to make more room for actual relatives.” The groom-to-be in question laughs sheepishly. “Though, knowing our parents, I’ll try to squeeze everyone in somewhere in the program. Just let us iron out everyone’s contributions first.” 

“Yeji, I’ll take note of your suggestion, though.” Miyoung points at the younger girl with an appreciative grin. “I’ll message the groupchat once Chan and I meet up again with the planner.” 

Meanwhile, Chan’s last comment gives you and Minho an idea and the two of you suggest in chorus, “Get Seungmin to sing!” 

“Jinx!” You and Minho exchange winks and long distance-high fives from Jisung’s two sides after while Chan and Miyoung ask Seungmin about said idea, making Jisung pout at you. 

The general table conversation then naturally flows to other matters, mostly about the famous names you might be expecting at the wedding, but Jisung doesn’t participate much anymore, turning to you instead and asking, “Ya, are you cheating on me with Minho now? You sacrifice me as entertainment then back Minho up but not me!” He rambles in between mouthfuls of food, making you and even Minho chuckle in amusement despite the latter being in another conversation with Ryujin and Seungmin. “I just left for one year and you’re already doing this to me!” 

“What are you on about again, dumbass?” You roll your eyes with a scoff, stealing a piece of steak from his plate for the third time this dinner. “Finish your food, everyone’s done and you’re so slow!” 

Jisung then belatedly swats your chopsticks away, “I’m almost done, dumbass, stop mooching off my plate!” 

"Then hurry up, you still have to accompany me to the dessert table.” You point out, referring to your least favorite part of this reunion parties: getting attacked by invasive questions on your return trip to the buffet table. “Remember, you owe me. I’m not going in there alone again.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He replies on his last two bites of food, eating one then handing the other one to you. “Have the other one, then.” 

He pokes your lips with the last piece of steak and you instinctively lean your head away, catching the food with your own chopsticks instead. “Thanks.” You bring the food to your mouth before carefully patting the oil he ended up smearing on your lips with your table napkin. 

Across the table and out of your earshot, Yeji elbows Hyunjin and points to the two of you. “They’re at it again.” 

Without you or Jisung looking, Hyunjin looks at the two of you in feign disgust. “I know, every damn year.” 

On Hyunjin’s other side, Seungmin nods frustratingly in agreement which makes Yeji laugh. “We shouldn’t have taken last year for granted, 'no?” He sighs. “Last year was so peaceful without them together.”

“Agreed.” The Hwang cousins agree in chorus before listening to the table’s general conversation again.

Meanwhile, Jisung finally finishes his food and excuses the two of you from the table to get dessert. Miyoung waves at you politely and Felix playfully orders that you two get him cupcakes but the rest only acknowledge you with simple nods as they’re completely engrossed in betting on whose dad will be singing My Way on the karaoke machine first (everyone’s in the middle of betting on Mr. Bang). With that, you and your best friend then take your leave, going back inside the house and making a beeline to the kitchen.

Unfortunately for you, you catch your mom, Mrs. Han, and Mrs. Hwang gossiping by the punch bowls once you reach the kitchen’s open doorway—literally the worst combination of sorority aunts to be bombarded with invasive questions.

“Shit.” You mutter under your breath loud enough for only Jisung to hear, the two of you still out of the three women’s sights. Looking up at Jisung with pleading eyes, you ask, “Should we just go back later?” 

Quickly seeing this as an opportunity to get back at you, Jisung only smiles evilly and links his hands with yours, dragging a hesitant you inside the kitchen and towards the direction of the dessert table. “No, let’s get dessert now, baby.” He dismisses your silent pleas teasingly, making sure his voice is loud enough to get your worst nightmare of trio’s attentions. “Felix also asked us to get cupcakes too, remember?”

And like vultures, the three women immediately turn to you and Jisung as you head in their line of vision, three different shades of questioning looks on their faces. You especially catch your mom’s face, a mixture of surprise, amusement, and genuine curiosity for some reason, which sets all the gears in your head into panic mode while Jisung only gains more confidence from this. 

You swear at that moment on Jisung’s sort of untied shoelaces that you just want Mrs. Kim’s new kitchen floor tiles to swallow you up right there and then.

“Hey, mom!” Jisung greets his own mom with a wave, coming off as sweet to her but mocking to you. He then bows politely to your mom and Mrs. Hwang and you’re forced to follow along for the sake of courtesy. “Mrs. Y/L/N, Mrs. Hwang.” 

The three women look at each other curiously, as if in a silent debate on what they’ve just heard, while Jisung pretends to be unfazed, passing you a dessert plate and examining tonight’s dessert options. 

“Jisung, I swear to God,” You hiss at him as you take a slice of chocolate cake for him. “I’m going to kill you after this party.” 

He leans close to your ear while gathering cupcakes on a separate dessert plate, whispering, “I think it’s too late for that, though.” before your mom, Mrs. Han, and Mrs. Hwang suddenly appear in front of the two of you on the other side of the buffet table with sickeningly sweet smiles, and a million questions. 

You especially fear Jisung’s mom. Mrs. Han and your mom often go to the mall together, especially when there’s an ongoing sale, and you’ve been forced to carry all their shopping bags over the years because Jisung and his older brother usually bail on you. Though she’s very sweet, you’ve always known her to be very picky on some things and it just makes you think that she’s picky on who Jisung dates too. 

“Mom,” You call for your mom with wide eyes. “Do you need anything?” 

But she waves her hand dismissively with a reassuring smile at your question. “Oh, nothing, Y/N dear,” She answers, eyes darting almost threateningly between you and Jisung. It makes your hand shaky as you now complete your tower of dessert plates. “your aunties and I were just talking and we didn’t mean to but we saw you and Jisung so we just got curious and thought we’d ask how the two of you are.” 

“Oh, just ask them already!” Mrs. Hwang exclaims excitedly, slapping your mom’s arm like a school girl. “If you won’t, I will.”

But Mrs. Han is already leaning over the table with a knowing smile, straightforwardly asking, “Are you two kids dating?” which immediately makes your mom and Mrs. Hwang erupt into fits of giggles. “Come on, the aunties want to know!” 

“Oh, um—” You stammer out before Jisung beats you to it. 

For the second time tonight, you feel Jisung’s arm on your shoulder as he speaks over you confidently, “Y-Yeah, we’ve been for a while now!” He then places his dessert plate back on the table and boyishly rubs the nape of his neck which only elicits swooning reactions from the three women, a complete contrast from your expectations a while back. “Just some time before my program ended so it’s been a bit long-distance for the most part.” 

“Oh? But how?” Mrs. Hwang asks curiously. “I didn’t hear of you going to Malaysia this year, Y/N, and Jisung, your mom told me you didn’t have time to go home!”

“You could’ve just told me, Sungie! Then, I would’ve had you sent home earlier if you wanted to see Y/N!” Mrs. Han adds as well, clasping her hands in satisfaction. “I knew this was coming! You two have always been so cute together!” 

Your mom agrees, “Luckily, I refused Mrs. Park’s offer to set Y/N up with another one of her nephews a while back. Had I known you two were dating, I wouldn’t have talked to her tonight at all!”

You open your mouth to try and speak but Jisung beats you to it again. “We’ve been in touch: message, calls, and video calls, you know.” He half-shrugs casually, as if he’s been rehearsing the line for a while now. “It’s our first time meeting since we started seeing each other so telling you guys just kind of flew past us.” 

You groan internally but you also can’t help but sigh in relief at the prospect that you avoided getting set up by Mrs. Park again because of Jisung. Though this doesn’t completely erase your annoyance over him for putting you in this situation, you still owe him a ‘thank you’ after somehow.

So, you conclude that you should just follow along. It’s fake dating your best friend over another pointless blind date at this point now, after all. “You’re okay with this, right?” You decide to ask in a follow-up, pretending to not know that they’ll agree anyway. Next to you, Jisung’s eyes visibly widen and, seeing it from the corner of your eyes, you quickly elbow him in response before giving your most innocent look to your mom. “I mean, Jisung won’t be studying abroad now and we’re graduating, anyway, so it’s cool, right?”

Judging by their softened reactions, you feel like you could challenge Hyunjin to acting now. 

“Of course we’re okay with it!” Your mom answers first, Mrs. Han nodding along happily. “I’m glad that it’s someone I know at least and I’m sure your dad wouldn’t mind.” 

You hear Jisung gulp nervously at the last comment. If you’re afraid of his mom, he’s afraid of your dad because of the one time he helped you practice for your driver’s license and the two of you almost ended up crashing the Ford on your subdivision’s club house. You allow yourself to relax and laugh at this, making him tighten his grip on your shoulder. 

“Me too, sis.” Mrs. Han agrees, gesturing over to her son. “My Jisung here’s been going on dates with strangers online before this so I’m glad he’s finally stopped and settled for your kid! Modern love, huh?” 

“Oh my God, mom!” Jisung whines, his free hand coming up to his face in embarrassment. “I’ve told you before, I use them to meet friends! Not in front of Mrs. Y/L/N and Y/N please!” 

“Ay, it’s the same thing!” His mom insists to him before turning to Mrs. Hwang and your mom. “Social apps, dating apps, they’re all the same. Why do you even use them if you’re just going to fall in love with the person right in front of you? I taught you better than that, Sungie.” 

“Mom!” Jisung hisses, cheeks tinted pink. “This is so embarrassing!” 

You snicker next to him, catching his attention. “Your mom’s right, you know. Tsk, dating people from miles away and you just end up confessing to me on FaceTime.” 

He scowls at you in a way that scolds you for suddenly turning this situation in your favor. You only smile triumphantly at him which the three aunties take as a really sweet moment. 

“Aw, look at them! So cute!” Mrs. Hwang gushes before turning to her two best friends. “Should we just leave them alone now? We’re intruding!” 

“Right! It’s especially embarrassing since we’re both here, Mrs. Han.” Your mom agrees, leading the three out now. She then turns to you and Jisung, “I guess we’ll be off now, then? Don’t want to intrude to you two lovebirds anymore!” 

You smile up to your mom, making sure Jisung does too. “It’s fine, mom, we’re going back to our table now too, anyway.”

But Mrs. Han waves her hand dismissively at you. “No, no, we’ll run along now first! See you later, okay?” 

You and Jisung bid your moms and Mrs. Hwang goodbye, overhearing your mom bragging that she’ll share this new information to Mrs. Park while Mrs. Han and Mrs. Hwang agree before the three completely exited the kitchen. 

Once they’re out of earshot, you sigh in relief and elbow Jisung harshly who responds by dramatically taking a step back and massaging his side. “Ow!” He winces, careful not to hit the dessert table. “What was that for?” 

“I told you to drop the fake dating thing a while back.” You protest, threatening to hit him with your plate of chocolate slices. “Now I have to have you at home more often. I’ve already had enough of you at campus, here, and when your mom visits at home.”

“Ya, but you played along!” 

“That’s because I was put on the spot! And they did mention another blind date from Mrs. Park’s army of nephews.” You explain. “It was between you and another blind date.”

“At least I got you out of another potential blind date, right?” He points out defensively, proceeding to put your hand with the chocolate slices down on the table with caution. “And more effectively now than before, too! So why’d you hit me?”

“Yeah, I know but still, that doesn’t cancel out how you got me out of that.” You frown in disappointment, taking both of your dessert plates now. When he holds his hand up defensively, as if expecting you to throw them to his face, you only roll your eyes and walk past him to the direction of the second kitchen exit. “Now, I have to fake date you for real either until Mrs. Park lays off the blind dates or until I actually date someone.” 

Jisung immediately follows you suit, genuinely rubbing the nape of his neck in a bashful way now. “We don’t have to, maybe they’ll forget about it.” But when you give him a pointed look, as if suggesting that what he just said seems unlikely, he ends up suggesting, “Okay, fine, should we break up after Chan’s wedding, then?”

He then glances over at you to see you contemplating and calming yourself down so he instinctively insists on carrying the dessert plates for you, walking a little bit ahead as well and opening the screen door leading back to the backyard. 

When you’ve made yourself calm down and think more rationally, you firstly point out, “That’s too far away and wouldn’t that be too scandalous? It’s a big event so it could become gossip.” 

Passing the entire length of the backyard now, you receive a few congratulations and questions confirming your relationship from some of your mom’s sorority friends and their husbands, forcing Jisung to hold his thought until you’re not being swarmed again. 

“But if we do it before, it’d be too suspicious since we’d only be dating for less than 6 months.” He counters once the adults have left you alone, glancing ahead and seeing your entire table looking at you with quirked up eyebrows and comically intimidating looks. “Remember when my older brother did that as a joke to the aunties and got caught because they only did it for 3 weeks? They smell fear and deceit, Y/N.”

You sigh in defeat, “Let’s just figure it out later.” With that, you reach your table, setting your plates down and asking, “What did we miss?”

Judging by the way they eye you, your mom has probably told Mrs. Kim who’s gone table to table. 

“It’s fake, isn’t it?” Ryujin speaks up once you’ve settled back in your seat, making the table break character and laugh. “It can’t be a coincidence since you two were just talking about that a while ago inside!” 

“Please be fake.” Seungmin adds, gesturing to you and Jisung. “It’d be more annoying for all of us next year if it’s true.” 

You and Jisung, having the same thought and trust for your friends, nod simultaneously at Ryujin’s question, eventually joining in on the laughter. 

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’d actually try that!” Ryujin cackles, a clear giveaway that she and Yeji were eavesdropping on you and Jisung a while back to a degree.

“To be clear, though, it’s his fault!” You add in between laughs for clarification, pointing to Jisung with your dessert spoon. “He started it!” 

“And they were about to get set up on a blind date by Mrs. Park again.” Jisung gestures to you back, completing the thought. “I was being a good Samaritan.”

“Ooh, and what did they say?” Felix asks curiously, one elbow propped up on the table as he listens intently. 

Jisung groans in exasperation as he eats his chocolate cake. “We bumped into my mom, Y/N’s mom, and Mrs. Hwang so you can imagine how they reacted.” 

“I can imagine, especially our mom.” Hyunjin sighs with his hands carding through his hair in secondhand embarrassment. 

“At least now we know where you inherited certain qualities from.” Chan teases, making the younger boy exclaim ‘ya!’ at him. 

“This is good, though isn’t it?” Yeji asks curiously over her iced tea. “I mean, Mrs. Park’s wouldn’t set you up on blind dates now.”

“Yeah, but that leaves me as Ms. Park’s only target!” Ryujin moans in frustration. “You know Mrs. Park doesn’t get convinced with dating people online!” 

You shake your head at Ryujin’s complaint. “Yeji can fake date you, though.” You point out, much to the girl’s annoyance. “Or ask out that girl from our lab.”

“So, does this mean we’re getting a dramatic break-up at Chan and Miyoung’s wedding?” Hyunjin interjects, having moved from playing with his now long hair to his glass of champagne. “Because if so, then you better tell us now so we won’t get too drunk at the reception until it happens!”

“I honestly want to see that happen too.” Seungmin agrees, the two high-fiving at the thought.

“That’d be interesting, breaking up at weddings.” Minho chuckles along now too. “People usually propose or hook-up so this is new.” 

“Hey, no stealing my spotlight on my wedding!” Miyoung complains playfully to you and Jisung this time. “We’re all supposed to have a good time there!”

Chan nods in agreement. “If you break up at our wedding, you’re getting kicked out.” 

So you shake your head reassuringly in between eating cupcakes. “We aren’t planning to.” 

“You’re going to date for real?” Felix asks teasingly, earning him a glare form you.

“Gross, no.” You and Jisung turn down the thought in chorus.

“Jinx.” Jisung adds, stealing a spoonful of cake from your plate.

“So when are you breaking up?” Chan asks, leading the whole round table to look back to you. 

“Whenever, I guess.” You shrug casually, belatedly swatting Jisung’s hand from your plate this time. “Until Mrs. Park gets off my back and Jisung actually stops fucking around on Bumble.” 

“I don’t fuck around on Bumble!” Jisung complains over a mouthful of chocolate cake.

“Well, that’s going to take a long time.” Chan dismisses. “At least let us all know so we can schedule faking a whole drama in this group.” 

“Anyway, it’ll die down soon, surely.” Jisung assures with a half-shrug. “Also, our parents only meet up constantly during this reunion party. If anything, we just have to fake date in front of our moms since they meet up more often.” 

“And Mrs. Hwang.” You point to Hyunjin and Yeji. “Since we all go to brunch once a month.” 

At the mention of the monthly brunch, Yeji’s eyes widen. “Does that mean Jisung has to be at our monthly brunch?!” 

“Oh, ew!” Hyunjin adds in disgust. “I’ve had enough seeing you at campus already!” 

“Why does everyone keep saying that?!” Jisung exclaims back in complain. “I doubt I’d get invited to that, we’re supposed to be dating not getting married!” 

Jisung turns to you expectantly, sighing in relief when you say, “That seems unlikely, it’s my mom and Mrs. Hwang’s thing, anyway. It’s not the Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner brunch.” 

“It better be!” Hyunjin says with crossed arms. “Hopefully our moms don’t get that kind of idea.”

You quietly agree. Having Jisung on your monthly brunch with the Hwangs would just cause so much trouble and cement him in your mom’s good graces—but as your boyfriend, this time.

That’s probably not good. 

The party officially ends some time around 3 AM, when most of the parents with elementary school children have gone home hours earlier and, besides the Kims, it’s just your family, the Hwangs, the Hans, Chan, and Miyoung left at the front gates, bidding each other goodnight.  

“Thank you for having us again, Mrs. Kim.” You bid Seungmin’s family last since they’re the hosts, bowing politely to Seungmin’s parents before giving Seungmin a high-five. 

“See you after break.” Seungmin greets you after your high-five. “Have fun in Japan.” 

“And you enjoy your trip to New York.” You reply with an enthusiastic smile. “I do hope your mom reconsiders staying longer so you can spend the New Year there.” 

He nods with a sigh, “Yeah, I know. Still, I’ll try my best to convince her.” 

Your mom then approaches the two of you, bidding Seungmin and his parents goodnight before taking you away by the arm then turning you towards the direction of Jisung and his family. “Goodnight, Seungmin, Mr. and Mrs. Kim!” She smiles warmly to them before turning to you. “Y/N, aren’t you going to say goodnight to Jisung?” 

“I already did.” 

“Ah, but go to him anyway! Your dad still has to start the car.” 

You groan internally. After a whole night of drinking, singing, and gossiping with her friends, you’d think that she would’ve forgotten about earlier. 

Yet you oblige anyway, excusing yourself from your parents and approaching Jisung whose parents are busy having last-minute small talk with Chan and Miyoung, probably endorsing their chain of hotels as early as now for the wedding. 

“Hey, ugly.” You greet him casually as you approach, both your parents out of earshot so the old nickname naturally comes out. At this, Jisung immediately turns from scrolling through his phone to looking up at you with wide eyes. “My mom didn’t see us say goodnight a while ago so I’m here.” 

“Oh,” He muses, eyes flitting to your mom behind you once. When he sees her glancing expectantly, he turns to you and suggests, “Should we hug?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” You sigh, going straight into his extended arms. “‘Night.” 

“’Night, baby.” Jisung hums gently, too sleepy now to throw more witty comebacks besides the cheesy pet name that originally got you in trouble tonight. “See you after the break.” 

“No, see you on our moms’ next shopping spree.” You correct firmly, pulling away from his warmth before you could accidentally fall asleep on him. “Since we’re ‘dating’ now, you’re morally obligated to attend shopping bag duty now, too.” 

This makes Jisung sigh in defeat, “Fine, fair enough. See you on our moms’ next shopping spree, then.” He pauses for a moment then asks, “The day after New Year, right?”  

“Yeah.” You confirm with a nod when you catch him pouting, “You started this so don’t pout now.” 

“I know, I’m regretting it now.” He rolls his eyes with a scoff, only making you chuckle. “I suppose it’s different when we hang out as friends and when our moms think we’re dating.”

You continue laughing anyway until a thought crosses your mind and softens your gaze up at Jisung. “Anyway, thanks for saving me from another date—I almost forgot. The means is still annoying but I have to appreciate it somehow, right?” 

This time, it’s him chuckling, “Now you appreciate my efforts. See, I told you, something good comes up with this.” 

“Whatever.” You dismiss before you hear your mom calling for you as your dad pulls up in front of the Kim’s gates. “Okay, that’s me. Bye, ugly!” 

“Hm, bye!” With a final wave, Jisung then sees you off before joining his parents who he didn’t even realize have already gone to their car. 

Seating himself at the backseat of his mom’s car a moment later, Jisung accidentally glances over to his mom from the rear view mirror only to see her wiggling her eyebrows at him. 

“So,” Mrs. Han says. “you and Y/N.”

“Yeah?” Jisung response with a questioning tone. “Me and Y/N, what about it?” 

Mrs. Han only shrugs from the driver’s seat as she now drives away from the Kim’s house. “Nothing, you’re just both really cute.” She comments casually with a proud smile. “I like it. Though it is too bad we can’t invite them to dinner since they’re going to Japan for Christmas this year.” 

“How about next year?” Jisung’s dad suggests. “We can go on one of our hotels abroad.” 

“Ah, but—” Jisung stammers, only to be interrupted by his dad again.     

“Or, honey, when you and Mrs. Y/L/N go to the mall again.” Mr. Han quickly quips in to Mrs. Han before turning to their son in the back seat. “I expect you’d stop bailing on your mom when she goes to the mall now since Y/N’s always at these shopping trips.” 

At this, Jisung shakes his head, “I won’t. I’m ‘morally obligated’ now, apparently.”

“That’s good.” Mr. Han says, turning back to the road ahead and relaxing into the front passenger seat. “You better.”

Jisung sleepily props his elbow up by the window and sighs, letting his parents enjoy this new prospect of him seriously dating someone now. “Yup.” He ends the conversation, closing his eyes and getting a few minutes of sleep before arriving back home. 

Suddenly, this is probably not a good idea—lying to his already hyped parents. 

ch. 2 // ch. 3 // series masterlist

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