#im sorry yeon

[lilacponds]

I FELL ASLEEP AFTER LUNCH AND FORGOT ABOUT MY DND SESSION TONIGHT

[joanyio]

weak hero class 1 rant because it’s 4am and im in my feelings and idk how else to deal with them *cracks knuckles* please don’t expect me to be coherent

it’s because of a twitter thread i made and i just wanted to elaborate more

if you didn’t click the link here’s what i said “this montage gets me every time because you realize sooho’s bright personality hid the fact that he was just as alone as sieun was, always sleeping at school for working part-time a lot, probably the reason why he had no friends, also refers to himself as the hyung with his peers. then the montage sequence ends with sieun being considerate, not turning the lights on like he did before and studying in the dark to not disturb sleeping sooho. the same day sieun wakes him up to have lunch together and they unexpectedly click.. in a way it was a friendship built from understanding how differently they lived but also similarly alone, and having each other made their lives a little brighter and i think that’s beautiful.”

also this hyunwook interview..

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i can’t seem to stop overthinking about the little detail that sooho refers to himself as the hyung (형 - older brother) with his same-aged peers (동갑). in korea, age is a huge deal and it dictates most of their social cues, who to respect and how much respect is given. and i can just imagine how arrogant his peers might find him for referring to himself as the hyung, it’s like he acts all high and mighty amongst them.

am not puting all clips of him doing this but i remember the incident with baseball kids in the first ep he told them to bring the passed out dude to the nurse’s office and said “형이 이름 말하면 뒤진다,” literally means “if you say hyung’s (my) name, you’re dead.” (and they aren’t even his same-aged friends because someone murmured “but we’re older than him..” still, they’re high schoolers all the same) in ep 2 “형이라고 부르고싶냐?” literally means “do you wanna call me hyung now?” (or “do you wanna give me respect now?”) in ep 3 while playing pool he said “형이 하는거 잘 봐라,” literally means “watch carefully how hyung does (i do) it.”

[edit: i remembered another instance. in ep 1, yeongbin’s group bothering sieun again in the classroom. sooho was disturbed from his sleep, “why are guys so chatty these days? 형 잠도 못 자게. 형 자도 돼? 응?” literally goes “hyung (i) can’t even sleep (with u mfs being loud). can hyung (i) sleep? hmm?” official subs: “someone’s trying to sleep here. can i sleep in peace? please?”]

i think he does it because he knows he was forced to grow up fast due to his living situation, and in his eyes this made his same-aged peers /more/ childlike(?) and immature compared to him, who’s already grown up and has adult big boy responsibilities to worry about than silly little exams and high school social hierarchy. he’s extroverted and has a sunshine personality, blunt and honest to anyone he talks to. he always knows what to say to kids his age to feel shame for the bullshit they pull. even with older people, the baseball kids, to gilsu “나이 먹고 그게 자랑이야?”

so yeah sleeping a lot at school due to working part-time for hours may have contributed to him not having friends (hello he follows like 5 people in instagram, such a skinny ratio with his 1k+ followers) but also he probably found it hard to relate and saw no reason to put effort in hanging out with them outside inevitable campus interactions. until sieun. sieun who sooho calls a weirdo, who’s really interesting, whose eyes say how empty he must feel inside but you can see the fire in them. sooho probably thought sieun would never initiate a conversation with him but he did approach him for lunch that one time. and finds himself enjoying the company. now he grew to love showing sieun that there’s more to life than studying hard and preparing for college. it’s all mundane things, eating, gaming, karaokeing, playing pool, “let’s drive all night long,” friendship and the kind of company that their families and other people couldn’t give.

sooho’s all sun and bright but he hasn’t found his person until sieun came along. both of them were very self-sacrificial, ready to risk it all and harm anyone to protect each other. i might just forever ache for sooho ending up on his deathbed after going apeshit seeing sieun hide the injury he got on sooho’s behalf.. and sieun throwing away his whole future when he went and hurt everyone who did that to sooho..

it hits different after i read the equivalent chapters in the webtoon because the suho-sieun-focused friendship story was prolonged for the drama adaptation. sooho was kinda not that interesting in the webtoon so i loved everything they changed and added for his character in the drama. but also like im upset because now im endlessly attached to him.. [edit: in case i piss off webtoon!suho lovers, it’s a personal preference. i love him too but i just cant help but be more emotionally attached to drama!suho] like fuck why did they have to write such a tragic friendship story between highschoolers im fucking done

end of rant ugh i hate myself for this

[spaceyflowersart]

draw the squad stuff with the weak hero kids <3 + donald babysitting antics which i dont have the energy to finish lol

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[anemoiawithatouchofobsession]

이 렇 게 입 으 면 은 요

기 분 이 좋 크 든 요 ~

[voidnoidoid]

Weaktober 2024 (9): Festival

(yes i skipped a few prompts wahhh but ive been busy and i wanted to write for this specific prompt. things may not make logical sense in this one but who cares my fic my rules! also i made up OCs for this)

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It's that time of year again, the Eunjang School Culture Festival! Now in their final year of high school, the boys wanted to end their senior year on a high note before final exams. As an added bonus, the students successfully petitioned the school admin to get the nasty smelling trees removed. So girls would actually visit! Chorused the guys in class.

As was school festival tradition, every class was responsible for a different booth. There was the usual haunted house, maid cafe (more like butler cafe), caricature stall and more. However, the real highlight this year was the play being put on by the Theatre Club: Cinderella!

(Two weeks before...)

"PLEASE COME ACT FOR US!!!" A student cried out, hands pressed together in a praying gesture. He looked, eyes wide and teary, resembling a puppy as he looked up at a group of students passing by. "Please! We're short on actors because a bunch of us fell sick! I promise we'll make it up to you!"

"Ah... sorry man, I'm not interested." A boy said, looking apologetic.

Jun sighed. He was at the end of his rope. Everything was going smoothly, the props were made, the tech rehearsals were going well, the costumes were coming along; and it all got derailed because Min-oh had to get sick and spread it to almost every main actor! He slumped down on a cafeteria bench, poking at his food.

"Hey dude, you seem down. What's up?" Jun looked up to see none other than Big Ben, the legendary strongest fighter of Eunjang, looking worriedly down at him. Behind him were his usual group of friends, also looking quizzically at him.

"O-oh hey Ben," Jun said, "I- well," His voice trembled.

"Hey man, it's ok. I'll hear you out." Ben took a seat next to him.

"Really? So here's what happened," Jun began explaining the situation.

"So yeah, will you help us out? Pretty please?"

"Hmm..." Ben contemplated, looking behind him. Gray had a neutral expression on his face. Teddy, Alex and Gerard looked uncertain. Rowan looked pretty into it, murmuring something like maybe I could be the prince... and Eugene smiled sympathetically.

"I'll treat you all to dinner! Ttosikki Chicken!" Jun exclaimed.

The boys all perked up at the sound free food. "Hell yeah! We're in!"

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Upon hearing the news that Eunjang's top fighters were going to act in a fairy tale play, the tickets sold out like hot cakes. Eugene peered out from behind the curtain, swallowing thickly. He fidgeted with his dress, wiping the sweat from his hands.

"Don't worry, just get out there and have fun! You've memorised all the lines." Gerard said encouragingly.

"B-but what if I mess up?"

"I've struggled with stage fright before, I get it. It's scary. But what helps is imagining yourself as who you want to be. When I'm on stage, I'm not regular ol Gerard, I'm a rockstar. Heh, cheesy I know, but don't knock it til you try it."

"Thanks man." Eugene smiled, looking braver.

"Break a leg." Gerard flashed him a grin.

Everyone took their positions on stage. The stage lights switched on, casting a spotlight center stage. Charming, medieval lutes started playing from the speakers, and Jun, the narrator announced:

"A long time ago, in a land far away, lived a poor girl named Cinderella, born of a noble house but is forced to work as a maid to her evil step mother and step sisters."

The curtains parted, revealing Eugene dressed in a raggedy dress and headscarf, on all fours scrubbing the floor. The deftly painted cardboard props set the scene of a kitchen, dark, dingy and gloomy. Eugene looked up and mimed wiping sweat off his brow.

"Oh Cinderellaaaaaa," came a shrill falsetto voice hollering from stage right. Gerard strutted forth in dramatic smokey eye makeup and dark lipstick, dressed in a long crimson gown and coiffed gray wig. "Hurry up you dim-witted buffoon, we don't have all day!"

"Yes Stepmother." Eugene said, standing and cowering to the side.

"Yeah Cinderella, you still have to get us ready for tonight's ball." A voice said mockingly. Rowan and Teddy pranced on stage, trailing behind the evil Stepmother. Both dressed in pink and green gowns respectively. Rowan's makeup was garish and exaggerated while Teddy's, though dramatic, accentuated his features.

Teddy fanned himself with a lace fan, then pointed it at Eugene. "What are you waiting for, get to it already you useless twerp!" He snapped. He's too into this... Eugene thought.

The evil trio broke out into dramatic villain laughter, "Ohohohohoho!" and scurried off stage. The stagehands swiftly transitioned the props into the next scene, which was of a montage of Eugene performing various chores to Jun's narration.

"Now, with all her chores complete, Cinderella rushes to the front door to catch up with her stepmother and stepsisters, who are about to leave for the ball." Jun narrated.

"Wait for me!" Eugene cried, in a simple pastel pink dress embroidered with flowers. Gerard tossed his head back and sneered,

"And where do you think you're going dressed like that?"

"To the ball? You promised me?"

Teddy and Rowan cackled derisively. "You? Go to the ball? Fat chance!" Rowan jeered.

"Yeah, no way the Prince is gonna notice an uggo like you." Teddy snickered.

"Quiet girls, let's go now or we're going to be late." Gerard said. The trio then swooped off stage, leaving a heartbroken Cinderella to weep in the garden. Somber violins swelled as the garden took shape around Eugene, cardboard trees and plastic flowers filling the stage.

"Oh mother, how I wish you were here." Eugene sighed.

"Don't cry my child, for I have arrived," a voice boomed across the stage. The fairy godmother emerged from behind a tree, a muscular vision in a bedazzled leotard, tutu, tiara and polyester fairy wings. Ben waved his magic wand and curtsied before Eugene. He continued, "I heard your wish, and I have come to grant it."

"Who are you?"

"Well duh, I'm your Fairy God-brother," Ben grinned, proud of his improv. "Now tell me what's wrong."

Cinderella told the Fairy God-Bro his woes, to which the fairy conjured a carriage out of a pumpkin, a horse from a dog and footmen from mice. (Which were toys and cardboard props.)

"And one last thing, every princess needs a pretty dress! Bibbity, boppity, BRO!" Ben exclaimed, waving his wand. The lights flashed and confetti was thrown, scattering down like glittering rain as Eugene twirled around, unclasping hooks and buttons to transform his plain dress into a stunning sky blue number.

"Wow, this is beautiful, thank you so much!" Eugene said. Ben smiled.

"Oh, and two more last things," Ben whipped out a pair of transparent sparkly jelly flats and placed them before Eugene, who slipped them on, then plucked his tiara off his head and put it on Eugene's. "Now you're ready. Be sure to come back before midnight! Or my spell will wear off. Now, GO PARTY!"

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"Now we shift our attention to the Castle, where His Royal Highness is hosting a birthday bash for his only son, Prince Charming! Who seems rather unimpressed by his romantic prospects." Jun announced.

The silver-haired prince gazed coldly at the revellers before him, twirling and mingling and laughing and drinking. The king sighed and arose from his seat. He wore a golden (spray painted) crown and swooped his cape back from his shoulders. Alex approached Gray and said, "My son, it's your birthday, why do you look so down? No girls catching your eye?" He twirled his fake beard around a finger.

Gray replied, "It's the same thing every year. Nobody really sees me for who I am." He walked downstage and into the crowd, royal blue tailcoat trailing behind him.

Just then, Eugene entered the stage. The ensemble parted for him to make his way center stage, where he bumped into the Prince.

"O-oh, my apologies, I wasn't watching where I was going."

"No worries."

"Hey, this party is pretty cool huh?" said Cinderella.

"Hm. How so?"

"Well, there's good food, great music and... I get to be free. Even if it's just for one night."

"I can sympathise," said the Prince, a faraway look in his lavender eyes, "I too feel, trapped by my circumstances. Perhaps this is a night where I could forget about them, even if just for a moment."

Cinderella smiled.

Gray cleared his throat and offered a hand to Eugene. "May I have this dance?"

The two spun and swayed, performing a choreographed dance number to the music. Eugene's dress sparkled under the stage lights, and Gray's coat gleamed like midnight sapphires. Just then, the clock struck twelve.

"Oh no! I have to go!" Eugene turned and ran off stage, making sure to kick off one of his slippers.

"Wait! I don't even know your name!" Gray called after him to no avail. He picked up the slipper. "But at least I have this."

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"Cinderella ran all the way home, the spell broken and riches turned to rags. The kingdom was abuzz with the news of the one who captured the Prince's heart, and thus began the search for the Prince's true love."

The stage was set, with the evil stepsisters trying their damndest to stuff their feet into the slipper to extreme degrees of failure. Gerard's face contorted in frustration. "Push harder! Get that foot into the shoe no matter what!"

"I'm trying!" Teddy whined, skirts hiked up, struggling to put the shoe on. The Prince stood off to the side, grimacing.

"Move it! It's my turn!" Rowan shoved Teddy off the stool with a yelp. He could barely fit his toes into the slipper.

Gray sighed, "Looks like this house isn't the one. I'll have to-"

"Wait!" Came a shout from above. Cinderella ran down the stairs and announced, "I have the other slipper!" He produced the matching slipper from a pocket and put it on, marching before the prince. The evil stepmother and sisters were shocked. Gray knelt before Eugene and slipped the shoe on his other foot. It fit perfectly.

Their eyes locked. Gray said, "You're the one I've been searching for all this time. Will you marry me?"

"Yes! I will!"

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"And with that, they all lived happily ever after. The end!"

The audience broke out in uproarious applause and laughter. The cast held hands and bowed. The curtains closed. Eugene slumped down in a chair and breathed a sigh of relief. Everything went off without a hitch. His friends were sitting around him, taking off their costumes and taking a break.

Later on, the whole crew sat outside at Ttosikki's Chicken and clinked their soda cans together. "To a successful show!" They yelled. Jun thanked them all profusely for saving the production and paid for their food- with the money made off the tickets.

"So hey," one of the stage crew asked, "how'd you guys decide on roles?"

Ben responded through a mouthful of chicken, "Oh, it was random." They all drew straws and landed on their roles at random. Eugene was mortified.

"A shame, I wanted to see Gray as Cinderella," Alex bemoaned, earning a sharp jab from Gray beside him. "Ow! Haha, joking!"

Eugene smiled, it was nerve wracking to be the one in the spotlight when he was so used to fading into the background, but he felt this experience was a great one. As long as he had his friends by his side, he could do anything. And hey, it was nice being the star this time around.

[amezhtys]

this might be dumb but i feel like sieun uses study as a way to keep his peace and also kind of escapism? like he turns to study after he sees his parents argue and he doesnt care when his dad knocks on the door, he just studies

and i feel like from then on, he has been doing exactly that just keeping his peace by not caring about anything else but just studying, thats why i think he gets so worked up when he gets that question wrong because his peace was disturbed

[yeonpm]

js watched first ep of blue eye samurai i KNEW MC WAS. A GIRL IT ADDS SM TO HER CHARACTER TOO OMG 😞😞 still dunno her name tho

[moonartemisia]

I see you guys are loving my Hajun self-ship with my oc 🫣🫣🫣

[mistbornthief]

yeon making rang get a haircut aka immediately crushing all my hopes and dreams YET AGAIN

[lilacponds]

going thru my list of liked picrews like hmmmm which one is going to convey me properly and act as a decent new icon

[helianthus21]

And you'd say, "hold my hand, I'll be your brother wherever you go"

[mouseoho]

the whole time i was giffing hwiseo i was just internally going [pretend its a different song pretend its a different song pretend its a

[saintseiyasl]

HHHHHHHSHSHSHSHSHSH OH MY GOD IM SO MAD JAEHYUK YOU STUPID BASTARDDDDDD

IDIOT JERK DUMBASS I CANT DID HE REALLY THINK A LOAN SHARK WOULD LAY LOW AFTER BEING HUMILIATED LIKE THAT 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

rich guys are something else entirely, i thought we'd get a nice begging for attention arc not A FUCKING KIDNAPPING ARC NOOOOO YEON OH YOU DONT DESERVE THIS NOOOOOO

[kanatamour]

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

THIS IS MY LOVE.

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

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

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

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

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Or rather, show you.

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

— But so did your moments with Nayuta.

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

— Because you could never forget Yatonokami Nayuta.

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

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

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

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

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

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

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Annoyed, he drapes his jacket over your head.

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

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

— You’ll be back here tomorrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— “Ugh fine! It’s Kanata, okay?”

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

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

— He wants to see you again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

— However, someone saw this hurtful scene.

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

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

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

— To which Kanata shrugs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— “I said it’s cute. You are cute.”

— Droplets of thin rain begin to fall.

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

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

ଓ MARUYAMA REO

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

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

— So that’s exactly what he does.

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

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

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

— Which, in turn, frustrates Reo more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ଓ HAJUN YEON

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— It is, yes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— “Hajun… You… You mean that?”

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

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

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

[yuexias]

"it's not that bad, but i'm just a tiny bit irritated by it now, so i have to say it's bad." she comments in a light joking manner, nose scrunching up slightly before moving to collect his order on a tray for him. luckily for the remaining of her shift, no other customers come in in search of mint choco ice cream, and time seems to pass quicker. the busyness is one thing, but it's more so that she couldn't help but get somewhat excited knowing that he's waiting. it makes work just a bit more endurable. out of her uniform now and fully prepared to get out of her workplace as quick as she could, vicky makes a beeline to where hyunki sits while taking care to avoid colliding with noisy children who run around. a grin plays on her lips when she spots him, as she barely hesitates to take one out of his airpods, leaning closer over his shoulder to speak into his ear to be heard better over the noise. "found anything fun?" she asks, nodding her chin at his phone before making her way to the empty seat opposite him. "how is it that you manage to look so at peace here? with all the chaos happening around?" stealing a piece of his fries, a tiny grin starts to grow. "you almost look cool, and i have to admit i'm almost jealous."

      " nah, i don't have anything going on. practice ended for me, so, i'll just wait. no worries. " offering her a reassuring smile, he waits for his food, actually hearing his stomach growl. nothing like some good ol' fast food after hours of grueling games during practice. " there needs to be a study on why your ice cream machines are always broken, i swear. and hey, mint choco isn't that bad isn't it ? " once he receives his tray of food, he looks up at her, smile still in place. " alright, i'll be over there, inhaling this tray of food and waiting for you. take your time, though. " walking up to the corner booth of the rather busy fast food chain, sliding into his seat, hyunki starts his meal by nibbling on his fries first. he often wonders how vicky was able to keep up with this busy type of job, not that any job was easy, but it was still admirable to see her working hard. while waiting, he busies himself by scrolling through tiktok and listening to music, airpods in his ears, noise canceling mode on to drown out the noise of angry customers and crying toddlers by the play area.