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[slytherinshua]

⨳　INTERRUPTED　( 村田愛都 )

genre fluff , established relationship , aito x fem!reader   cw littlest bit suggestive , not proofread , i'm delusional for aito i apologize i wrote this in 10 minutes it's 3 am this is the most self-indulgent fic i've ever written PLS FORGIVE ME IM NOT NORMAL ABT HIM   wc 486   request no   note challenge be normal about aito failed every single day i live and breathe (stream multiverse!)   net @kstrucknet

You’d never been surrounded by more absolute chaos, and Aito looked at you like he was mortified and wanted to bury himself alive. You were still awkwardly holding onto his shoulder, although the hand that had been on his thigh was now fisted at your side. Hyuk’s laughter bounced off the wall and you could sort of make out Kenny’s teasing and dramatized kissy faces he was making. Nathan was bemoaning something about his baby Aito and how grown up he was now, whereas Seok was videoing all of it.

You shrunk down even more, burying your head into Aito’s chest as if it would help you disappear. If you had known you were going to be interrupted by all four of his members at once, you wouldn’t have even tried to see your boyfriend in the first place. Privacy was a luxury when one lived with four other guys in one small dorm, and you should have kept to your rule of hangouts only being at your house. 

But you had so desperately wanted to see Aito. Call it cheesy, but you thought six months together deserved at least some amount of celebration, even if it was only a small cake you had baked last minute and a new set of earrings for him. His presents were a lot more thought out. A few sketchbook pages full of you, a plushie of your favourite animal and a new game you had been wanting for months that he promised to play with you. It was hard to top your boyfriend when it came to gifts. He always knew what to get you. You wrote it off as growing up in a household of sisters.

You hadn’t planned on it. Something like this was rarely planned. But the mood had shifted and one small kiss turned into something a bit more desperate— a bit touchier. You couldn’t keep your hands off of Aito, even though you were the one holding back as much as possible. He was a million times worse. It felt as if something switched inside him, like someone had pressed a button to make his brain completely focused on only you. He had never kissed you so earnestly before, as if even a second detached from your lips would kill him. 

You were both so lost in the moment, it wasn’t until you heard Hyuk shriek in near girlish excitement and shock that you realized you were no longer alone. Two people caught in a very obvious act should naturally jump apart, to at least try to buy some deniability in the case. But instead, you just froze while Aito’s eyes went wide and his grip on your waist only tightened like he needed something to ground him. 

He knew as soon as he saw Kenny that he would never be able to live it down. Operation keep his relationship private had officially failed.

1verse taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @yudaies,, @lexeees,, @talkingsaxy

[mythboundmuses-archive]

@nightmarecountry sent:

The thing that settles down next to him on the park bench barely seems to notice as the pigeons Morpheus has been feeding suddenly take flight. When they come back, lured by the promise of bread, they seem warier and more skittish than before.

"Ah, there you are. Thanks for inviting me," says the Corinthian, all smiles. It keeps its distance, almost on the other end of the bench where it leans back against it--but somehow, no amount of physical distance seems to matter. It still feels as if it is right by Morpheus' shoulder, talking in smooth tones in his ear, for all that that isn't what's happening. "You get better sleep last night?"

Morpheus knows that there's things he doesn't know. There's a gaping chasm where memories of his life ought to be, and his mind only supplies him with vague snippets while he sleeps - and it's difficult to tell what is dream and what was once real. What he doesn't realise is that both are sometimes true: dream and real. It's equal parts confusing and overwhelming, and so he is burying his head in the sand. What's important is that he remembers Miecz, and he knows that he will be safe for as long as he is staying with him. Everything else will come later, or not at all. What's arguable more important is that he doesn't remember the Corinthian, that he's dangerous, a nightmare, that trying to uncreate him is part of what led Dream here. The vague notion of dangerous drifts through Dream's mind when he looks at the man at the other end of the bench, but when he tries to grasp it, it turns to sand between his fingers and disappears. He offers a tentative smile which slips when he realises that the birds have disappeared. All but one lone raven, who hops closer with its head to one side. When Dream throws it a little chunk of bread, he is almost sure he hears an exasperated sigh, then it flutters its wings and disappears. It's a shame; he likes feeding the birds. "No," he replies. He feels compelled to put some distance between himself and his companion - but they're at far ends of the bench, and there is nowhere else for him to go. The fine hairs on the back of his neck prickle and he feels very much like a rabbit staring into the slavering jaws of a hungry wolf. "I had the same dream. A nightmare, again, about you. It's strange." He shakes his head, and the feeling passes. "Thank you for meeting with me. I get the strangest feeling that we know each other, I feel..." He presses his fist to his chest and, against his better judgement, leans closer to the Corinthian. "In here, I feel like I can feel you. Does that make sense?"