#keita fics

[jebewonmorelike]

Let's Win This Love; Pt. 2 (Keita's Ending)

part 1: let's win this love (keita & matthew x planetmaster/idol!reader) wc: 900 warnings: some swears; sad keita with a happy ending :) pronouns: none used; n/a summary: planetmaster/idol!reader goes to look for keita after the finale episode of boys planet ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this was a request for our mega talented, adorable keita. i'm glad i got to do a part 2 to my previous one-shot; i think you'll like this ending. i'm so happy with our final lineup guys. jay, keita, hyeonni and phanbin are my only regrets. i wish all of them so much luck-- great opportunities will come out of this for them and i hope everyone continues to think positively! i think when zb1 debuts, i'll rebrand the blog to the group but until then we shall remain boysplanetmorelike :) thank you all for a great month and let's look forward to the next 2.5 years of a most likely pretty successful zb1!

"Hey."

Keita looks up at you from where he's sitting, knees hugged loosely to his chest as he leans against the wall of an empty back hallway in Jamsil Stadium. Tears are rolling down his face fairly elegantly and he hurriedly attempts to wipe them away when he meets your gaze.

"Sunbaenim," he greets with a break in his voice. You sit down next to him, mirroring his position as you tuck your knees to your chest. He looks like he wants to say something else, but his eyes water up again before he can get it out. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? There's nothing to be sorry for," you affirm, a sad smile forming on your lips. You try to brighten his spirits a bit by joking, "It's not like you stepped on anyone's shoe again."

Keita laughs through his tears, drying his eyes with the back of his hand again. You can't help but notice how truly exhausted he looks.

"If there's anyone that should be sorry, it's all of us," you say, a gentle hand finding its way to his shoulder. "We'll be missing out on one of the greatest talents here. It's just not fair."

He smiles sadly, shaking his head humbly to dismiss your compliment. "No, no-- thank you, but I don't think I'll be missed by anyone much."

"You'll be missed by me," you say definitively, watching as his eyes widen at your personal sentiment.

You can tell he's not quite sure what to say. "I--... I will?"

You nod, laughing softly at the stunned expression on his face. "Every time I announced another name out there, I was pretty devastated it wasn't yours."

Keita nods slowly. "Oh."

"I really thought for sure you'd make it, Keita. Over the past few weeks, I've been thinking about that solution I came up with for your little dilemma during the First Mission," you continue, trying to keep your heart beating at a steady pace and maintain your cool composure. "And I realized I really wanted you to win."

Keita nods even slower, expression unchanging. "Oh."

You grimace awkwardly at his lack of reaction. "Should I not be saying any of this?"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry," he exclaims finally. "I legitimately thought I wasn't awake for a moment. Actually, I'm... I'm still not sure that I am."

A grin spreads across your face, biting your lip to keep from squealing at how cute this boy is being. And to think, you had almost written him off as an evil shoe-stepper forever.

But after he got you those flowers at the Kill This Love evaluation... after you'd run into him at the corner store a week later and he bought your water and ramen for you... after he wore that goddamn adorable red Loverboy bunny hat for his Zoom stage...

"You are," you say. "I promise."

Keita's eyes light up, smiling in absolute awe of his turn in luck. "Really!?"

"Really!"

His brows furrow suddenly, eyes littered with concern. "But... What about Matthew? You said you'd go out with whichever one of us debuted."

"I did say that," you agree, nodding thoughtfully before beaming at him as the solution comes to you. "But I didn't say when that debut had to be."

"Oh my god," Keita whispers after a moment. "I think I fit that criteria."

Your laughter illuminates the empty hallway once more. "I think you do, too!"

"I am a no-good, dirty, rotten shoe stepper though," he counters with a playful smirk.

"Mm," you agree with a nod. "You are. But I've decided I think I actually needed to be humbled like that on national television. I think you were really doing me a favor by tripping me and making me fall on my ass in front of Asia's greatest entertainers."

"You know, you say you're over it, but I'm just not sure if that's the case," Keita says, shaking his head in disbelief.

You smile, punching his arm softly. "I'm just kidding. I'm grateful for the experience though--it's the reason I remembered you! Honestly, I'd consider letting you step on my shoe whenever you want."

Keita's head falls to his hands as he laughs, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks as he looks back up at you. "I might just take you up on that."

You stand up, extending a hand to Keita and helping him up to his feet. He nervously shuffles a bit, smiling shyly at you.

"I'm sorry again that you didn't make your second debut tonight with ZB1," you say, hands clasped together at your waist. "I know it's not nearly as exciting, but... would you be willing to make your second debut as my boyfriend instead?"

Keita's face scrunches up in the most joyful smile. "That was so lame."

"I know, I'm so sorry," you relent, looking up at the ceiling and cringing at yourself.

"It would be an honor," Keita says, nodding as his bottom lip tucks between his teeth.

"HEY ARE YOU GUYS GONNA KISS ALREADY OR WHAT!?" You and Keita are ripped from your moment as a recognizable voice shouts from down the hallway.

Whipping around frantically to see the perpetrator, you groan when the boy making his way toward you comes into view.

"I have to get to my Uber and you guys are blocking the way with your little webtoon-worthy confession scene," Zhang Hao calls, rolling his eyes at you. "So if you're gonna make out or something can you just let me through first!?"

You and Keita glance at each other knowingly before shouting at the same time a familiar phrase:

"ZHANG HAO, I SWEAR TO--."

[faithst]

BLANKET STEALER ༄ TK

synopsis after a long exhausting chase around the house, you both decided to head to bed — only for keita to be shivering from the cold as you accidentally keep stealing the blanket

genre bf!keita x gn!reader, fluff, keita is a cutie, reader has enough hair to tie up, small spoon keita, just pure fluff and random scenarios w bf!keita wc 0.5k

notes happy keita day and happy metronome release ! i delayed this quite a bit because i was busy (i still am) but it’s eating me up inside if i don’t post it sooner so here it is <3

masterlist<3

keita was tying your hair up. …well trying to as the way your hair fell onto your face made him feel distressed. you didn’t want to so he offered to help. one thing he didn’t realise was that he had awful skills in tying hair.

yep, all rounder rapper ita itayo didn’t know how to tie someone else’s hair properly. with another huff of frustration when the hairtie got stuck in the strands, he warned you before pulling it out with just a tiny bit of force letting your hair fall down and cover your face.

the short sharp pain made you glare at him, making him put his hands up in defense “i warned you, didn’t i?” keita reasoned, puckering up his lips wanting to lean in for a kiss. you simply placed a finger in front of his lips, lightly pushing his head back.

he pouted, trying to lean in for another but you quickly ran away. the whole house being filled of the noises of heavy footsteps from chasing and laughter. panting as you catch your breath, you surrendered in defeat when keita tackled you, peppering kisses all around your face, giggling at his ticklish touches.

all the running had got you both exhausted and ready to hit the hay. you both settled onto the shared mattress, immediately turning to each other as your hands helped rest your head. no words had to be exchanged to know how much he loved you, a soft smile paired with eyes of adoration, he booped your nose, giggling shortly after.

he turned around, huddling closer to you as you help pull him closer by the waist. keita being the smaller spoon was a normal occurrence; he loved being held and having a safe and secure presence around him. not long after, he was out like a light, soft snores audible from his side.

although you had a tight hold around him when cuddling, he somehow had got out of it and was on the edge of the bed, soundly asleep with no blanket around him as he unconsciously hugged himself for warmth.

you had accidentally stolen the blanket and left him shivering in the cold breeze. you smiled, he looked so cute when curled up in a ball, sleeves pulled over his hands in attempt for some heat. you threw the blanket over him, pulling the edges to cover his body, plopping back down and falling asleep in an instant.

later on in the night, keita woke up as he felt chilly; you stole the blanket from him.. again. he sat up, his hair sprung up to different points from moving all around the bed. he glanced over to your resting body, grinning as he found the way you wrapped yourself with the cloth like a burrito, cute.

he shifted closer to you, unwrapping a bit of the burrito and slid under the covers; nose buried into your neck, seeking the much needed warmth.

© keiwook | 2023

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[skzooe]

i absolutely love the lipstick stain trend!

i need a part 3 with junhyeon in it, pretty pleasee

you are doing great, keep up the good work! :)

lipstick stain trend,,💌 p.3

BOYS PLANET

p.1 p.2 p.3

with; taerae, keita, kamden, gyuvin, junhyeon, matthew

[note;; i waffled towards the end bc i ran outa ideas but not sure if this is still in trend so sorry for the wait!! ❣️]

for those who don't know 💋💋💋

taerae;

such a romantic guy

will place roses and candles around you to "set the mood" of the video

HE'S SO EXTRA I LOVE HIM

"waitwait, we need more flowers"

a perfectionist fr

he's so into it as you place kiss marks on his face

you can just tell how he's trying to hide his huge smile

honestly fighting the urge to kiss you back

he couldn't help it, so he ran his thumb across your stained red lips, holding your hips for support

turns into a LONG ASS makeout sesh

you both pull away and hes just staring at you with love in his eyes and just smiles so beautifully 😭

“i could spend the whole day doing just this.”

(promoting my taerae picnic date fic bc why not🤷‍♀️)

keita;

when you show him the video he gets SO SMILEY

his smile literally lights up the whole room its so cute

how could he say no

when you cup his face and start kissing him he literally WONT STOP SMILING

"your lips are so soft"

he loves it too much that he starts giggling like a girl uncontrollably

when you finish the video he just blurts out the most random things

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH"

"I'M SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU"

is he drunk???????

tight cuddles and kisses straight after bc he's just like that

kamden;

we already know how kamden is

he's an average user on tiktok so he might know about it already

so when you ask him he's just like: 🙂🧍‍♂️

he doesn't really mind since he's down for anything with you

"im down"

he just sits there in silence as you pepper kisses on his face

he doesn't really make eye contact with you because he's SO SHYY

when you start giving kisses on his neck, he gets so flustered and his ears turn red

he didn't want you to see how red he was, so he pulled you in and cuddled you as tight as he could on his chest

you noticed his ears which you found adorable

"you're so cute when you're flustered"

"you make me lose control."

(honestly got me kicking my feet while writing this icl)

gyuvin;

sooooo clingy

physical touch king

would do ANYTHING to spend more time w you

"do you-"

"YES."

dawg im not done talking?????

while you put on the lipstick you picked out, gyuvin is just laying on your lap playing with the strings of your hoodie

istg he's never separating from you

cup his cheeks and he will MELTT

you try to kiss his cheek, but he swerves his lips onto yours 🤧

he thought he was so slick with it

"i really, really want to kiss you again"

as you're about to lay kisses on his cheek, he pulls you close and places his lips onto yours

only bc he just cant get enough of your touch

goes on for ageeeessss

you both pull out with heavy breaths, looking so flushed and dizzy with pink cheeks

he has smudged lipstick all over his mouth which you find so cute

he just chuckles

"you got lipstick all over me"

junhyeon;

you're sat on the counter of the kitchen as junhyeon heats up his food

you stumble across a video of the trend which you found soo cute

you show him and he is just so goofy and confident about it🤧

"do you wanna do this?"

"SAY LESS"

you get the lipstick from your bag and apply it to your lips while he approaches you

he's hovering over you with hands on the counter, each on your sides

as you're kissing his face, you accidentally smudge one which makes him whinee

"i think i deserve a kiss."

he's smirking sooo slyly

he puts his hand on your waist as he pulled in close

you're both lost in the moment as he says

"i wanted to do this so damn bad"

(the food hello??????)

matthew;

you're both snuggled up on the couch watching tiktoks together when you both come across this trend you wanted to try out

matthew rushes to get your lipstick because he's so committed to helping you

he's so sweet about it that he won't stop asking questions

"is this colour okay?"

"does my outfit look good?"

"should i fix the lighting?"

you tug on his collar to apply the lipstick onto his face

which makes him sooo shy and cute

his ears automatically turn red in which he tries to hide with a smile

as you film the video, he just looks at you with a huge smile

"you look heavenly."

literally cant take your eyes off you

the comments go WILDD

💬: find me a man that looks at me like that

💬: HE'S INLOVE

mattew will treasure that video FOREVER

shares it to everyone he knows. his friends, his family, EVERYONE

"was that okay? i'd love to do that again"

© skzooe

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐄 ꒱ 寺園 佳汰

summary : keita would never let you go to bed mad at him

genre : angst to eventual fluff, established relationship, drabble, keita x afab!reader tws : alleged argument, kissing author notes : evnneblr doesn't write about keita enough ꃋᴖꃋ that's my short king (i’m barely (157.48cm) 5’2) word count : 1k

silence.

you swear you didn’t have to try hard to hear the dust through the air, that’s how quiet your apartment seemed.

in reality, you weren’t entirely convinced keita hadn’t left a long time ago—probably sound asleep back at the dorm while his members played games.

but he cared more about you than that, didn’t he?

you knew in your heart that your boyfriend would never leave you unhappy; never leave an argument unsolved. you knew, as you laid between the covers on your bed, that keita was probably still sitting on your couch.

you could almost picture his head resting against the back, hear the frustrated sigh that left his lips. you didn’t want to be angry anymore, honestly not remembering what you two had argued about in the first place. in hindsight, you realized it probably didn’t even matter.

but you could remember the nasty words that were spewed in venom-laced tones. and you regretted them more than anything. you shouldn’t have blamed him for being tired—he worked so hard after all—you shouldn’t have yelled at him after he bedrudgingly came over after hours of dance practice. you shouldn’t have accused him of not loving you anymore, because that was the final straw, causing an argument that after a while didn’t even pertain to the initial spark.

you knew he loved you with his entire heart. hell, you loved him just as much, if not more. so, you, at the end of your scattered thoughts, couldn’t figure out where all this had come from. you didn’t need to seek out forgiveness, because in your mind there was nothing for either of you to be truly sorry for. couples fight, argue, disagree. it’s all a part of the hurdles of life. the only thing you were sorry for was dragging it out this long when you both could’ve been asleep in each others arms.

“y/n,” you heard the creek of your bedroom door. “are you awake?” you debated stooping lower and pretending to sleep. however, you couldn’t figure out where that thought stemmed from either. maybe it’s what you would’ve done to your exes, but keita was different from them; more patient, gentle and definitely, a lot kinder. he didn’t deserve that, and you knew it. “it’s getting kinda late, and if you want me to go so you can cool off a bit more, i can. i just need a yes or no then.”

you sat up, curling your knees into your chest, and wrapping your arms around them. you could see his backlight silhouette in the doorway, hand still nervously fidgeting with the knob.

“i’m sorry.” you finally said against cold air. “i shouldn’t have said those things to you, keita. i know they aren’t true.” you saw him freeze, but before he got a chance to get a word in, you spoke again. “and i’m sorry for letting it go on this long, i’m not mad at you anymore. so, please don’t go?” you didn’t mean for it to sound so much like a question, but you also didn’t want to pressure him to stay if he hadn’t forgiven you for such an audacious claim.

you don’t know if the tension felt one-sided, or if he was drowning in it too. you had a shortness of breath, a trembling in your heart and hands. a nervousness you couldn’t fight off as you awaited his voice.

“i won’t, if…” he said, cutting through the thickness of the air and all the way to your ears. your mind started running, jumping to fill in the voided sentence with whatever you could muster up. was it bad? was it good? would he stay with you tonight? you didn’t want time to be the teller, but it seemed maybe he was teasing you for being so stupid earlier. or maybe he was just coming up with ways to have you make it up to him, weighing out which would be the best. “if you admit that you know i love you.”

he began approaching the bed, and you pouted out your bottom lip in an attempt to stop the emotions from spilling over. “but either way, obviously, i’m going to have to show you because you seemed to have forgot.” he climbed up onto the bed, moving the covers out of his way.

the moment you felt his hands meet your arms, tears started rolling down your cheeks.

you don’t really know why you started crying. maybe it was because you had kept them back after storming off to your room, staring at the ceiling for god knows how long. but they didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, his palms coming to rest against your cheeks as his thumbs brushed them away.

“baby,” you could see, even through the dark, that he looked at you like you were the cutest thing in the world—and maybe to him, you were. “it’s okay, you don’t have to cry. i’m not mad at you, i know you didn’t mean it. i’m sorry we said those things to each other, i’m sorry i left you in here alone like this. you were just upset i’ve been neglecting you for practice, and i was frustrated about being so tired. i’m sorry, y/n.”

he punctuated every word by peppering a light kiss to various parts of your face. “i love you.” and finally he kissed your lips, gently holding you in place. “i’ll never do it again—never leave you upset like this again.”

“i’ll never do it either—never accuse you of not loving me. i’m really sorry.” you hiccuped out, lips barely centimeters apart.

he smiled at your words. “you forgive me?”

you sniffled. “do you forgive me?”

he kissed your lips again. “i’ll always forgive you, baby.”

“i love you, keita.”

“you know i love you too?”

you breathily laughed, in disbelief of the night you’ve had. “yeah.” you whispered, reaffirming it with another light kiss that you initiated this time.

your heart was full as he adjusted the two of you to be laying down, your head against his chest. he traced cute doodles on your bare arm, holding you to him, and you listened to the rhythmic beats and gentle breathing until eventually the two of you fell asleep—close and unbothered, just how it was intended to be.

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[zerobaseonefics]

masterlist !!

ZEROBASEONE works

what do you even know ? ㅡ kim taerae ( pt.1 | pt.2 )

matthew as your boyfriend

summer body ㅡ zhang hao

campfire ㅡ gyuvin

stuck by you from the glue ㅡ gunwook

warm you up ㅡ gunwook

falling asleep on them ( hyung line | middle line | maknae line )

blooming day ㅡ s.hanbin (au)

not saying 'i love you back'

the taylor swift series

backyard confessions ㅡ p.gunwook

BOYS PLANET TRAINEES works

winning is not always coming first ㅡ mun junghyun

cuddles and movie ㅡ park hanbin

midnight blues ㅡ park hanbin

teasing keita's height

through the dark ㅡ haruto

i'll take you on a date ㅡ lee jeonghyeon

ZEROBASEONE MEMBERS & BOYS PLANET TRAINEES works

reactions to shutting them up with a kiss ( pt.1 | pt.2 )

lipstick trend (pt.1 | pt.2 )

first kiss

you can find little drabbles/hc under the tag #zerobaseonefics: random thoughts

[prk-gunwook]

Your Boys Planet writing is so good! <3 How about another fluffy one? Maybe their reaction to reader doing something cute/romantic for them like buying them a gift without an occasion or baking them cookies or something? Boys of your choice but I'd love if you include Jongwoo & Keita :)

BOYS PLANET — reactions to a gift

INCLUDES || sung hanbin | zhang hao | terazono keita | yoon jongwoo

GENRE || tooth-rotting fluff

WORD COUNT || 2.2k

NOTES || tysm for the kind words !! ofc i will include my fav boys keita and jong woo <3 lmk if you’d like a part two with the other boys— i got a bit carried away writing this, so it ended up way longer than i anticipated !!

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, SUNG HANBIN 𖥻 ❛ a new shirt ❜

SUNG HANBIN thinks you are his better half; the blood of his past mistakes spills from his lips and his mind and yet you are always there, ready to wipe away the dribbling crimson from his features with a soft hand and an even softer smile. Oftentimes he feels like a schoolboy with a crush, like he should pull at your hair for attention or kick you from beneath his desk.

Really, what did he do to earn someone so caring, someone so effortlessly generous? You joke you used up all your luck in getting to be with someone like him, but then what has he given for you? His hourglass of luck has been flipped upside down and inside out just to get a glimpse at you.

It shouldn’t be a surprise you gift him something when he hasn’t even asked for it— when he has mentioned needing it briefly in passing once or twice, hardly on his mind for longer than a second, but you picked up on it.

“Do you like it?” You ask nervously, wringing your hands as Hanbin stares at his reflection in the mirror. You’d brought home a new shirt for him— one that was expensive, of quality you’d never spend on yourself, but that you’d bought because it was for him.

Hanbin rolls the sleeves up, his forearms on display as he examines his reflection.

“I’d love anything from you,” He says, as if it were a simple fact. To him, it was. Your eyebrows furrow inward slightly, a sign of displeasure, and he turns to face you. “What?”

“I don’t want you to like it because it’s from me. I want you to like it because you… well, because you like it,” You say, lamely gesturing at the ground as if it would prove your point.

Hanbin merely smiles at you, reaching up a hand to affectionately ruffle your hair.

“You know me better than anyone. Of course I love it, idiot,” He tells you, his voice cased in a teasing lilt. You bite back a satisfied smile, opting instead to huff as you fix the collar for him (Hanbin had a bad habit of flipping the collar portion of shirts upwards, which bothered you to no end).

You feel the press of a soft kiss to your forehead as your hands move down to smooth out the fabric. “I love you,” He murmurs into your hair.

He needn’t say it; Sung Hanbin loves you so much it emanates off him in waves. He loves you like you are a child of the cosmos, like you are the ruler of his own personal world and life. And you love him just the same.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, ZHANG HAO 𖥻 ❛ hair clips ❜

ZHANG HAO, contrary to what you may think, loves fiercely, like a flame burning bright for only you. His words are liquid amber dripping down your ears, his kisses like a lighter setting your personal wax candle aflame. Zhang Hao is all of wintry branches and warm breezes, sticky-sweet toffee and bitter coffee.

He’s undeniable in his fiery spirit and gripping eyes, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He shows his love in affirmative words and soft touches— and you reciprocate. Neither of you gift the other things very often, and that’s never been a problem. It’s just not your style.

However, you couldn’t pass by a pack of emoji hair clips Hao didn’t yet own and not get them for him. That would be blasphemy.

You simply drop the pack of emoji clips on his bedside table, not bothering to leave a note or any indication it was you. Your Hao was smart, he’d know.

Likewise, he never gave any indication he ever received them, or that the clips hadn’t been a part of his collection to begin with. But you noticed, of course, that the next day his mess of dark hair was adorned with a new moon emoji clip.

He didn’t say thank you— well, not with words.

Hao looks at you like he’s hallucinating a halo atop your head, like he sees two wings sprouting behind your back and unfolding like a crisp book. And maybe he does; in his world, the sun revolves and spins around you. He is just one of many admirers, because he thinks you must have several hundred with how wonderful you are.

You don’t need to tell him you bought those clips with him in mind. No words are exchanged, but a million are said; “I thought of you and your stupid hair clips”, “These are from me”, “I love you enough to think of you all the time”.

A few weeks later (during which he has not worn a single hair clip not from the packet you bought him), a small box appears on your nightstand. When you open it, a collection of bright and colorful stickers fall out onto your lap. You know, instantly, these are from Hao (who constantly complains about the sheer amount of stickers decorating every piece of furniture the two of you own).

You sort through them, a smile breaking out when you land on the final sticker, not in a pack like the rest. This one was clearly cut out from another, placed deliberately among the others.

“I love you,” in bright, bold letters, with a combination of emojis surrounding it.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, TERAZONO KEITA 𖥻 ❛ blankets ❜

KEITA sometimes wonders if you are a dog. He read somewhere that dogs like to be underneath things or between their owner’s legs because it makes them feel safe; currently, you’re bundled beneath about seven blankets of varying colors and textures, head just barely poking out to be seen.

He thinks he’s never seen anything cuter.

Keita isn’t used to being loved as strongly as you love him— you love him as if something may take him away at every waking moment, as if he will slip between your fingers, as if you are the luckiest person on earth to be able to spend a single second in his presence.

That doesn’t make any sense in his mind. But perhaps it’s like butterflies (he needs to stop comparing you to animals, he thinks to himself), and how they’re unable to see just how beautiful their wings are because they’re always behind them.

“Keita!” Comes your voice, muffled beneath the several layers of fluff. “Open up my backpack, the biggest pocket!”

He gives you an unimpressed look, his thoughts clearly communicated through only his gaze; you seriously can’t do it yourself?

“Just do it!” You huff, trying to move underneath the crushing weight of ten thousand blankets. You remind him briefly of when cats step on sticky notes and start flailing around (yet another animal comparison, he scolds himself), although he follows your orders and treads toward your bag obediently. Perhaps he’s the dog, after all, with how he follows you loyally.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing to be, he muses. Keita would follow you to the ends of the Earth if the situation arose, and he would do so without hesitation.

His fingers move deftly to unzip the bag, a mass of fluffy white greeting him. His first thought is, My god, did I manifest her getting a dog?, followed by, My god, it’s another blanket!

“You can’t be serious,” He says, pulling the blanket out from the bag. He feels a bit like a magician pulling a scarf out of a jacket pocket for a second, with how the blanket seems to just keep coming. You nod eagerly, wiggling around like a caterpillar in a cocoon (seriously, what is wrong with him? That’s the fourth one in five minutes) in an attempt to free one of your arms. You give up after a few seconds of struggling, instead opting to nudge your head in his direction.

“It’s for you!” You exclaim, as if you’ve just gifted him the greatest prize on earth. He can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes him as he examines the blanket. It’s similar to one you own, he realizes, your favorite blanket that he tends to steal when he gets cold. “Come on, join me in the blanket pile!”

“You are so dumb,” He comments, even as his smile grows ever bigger, eyes transforming into crescent moons. The gift is so innocuous— so entirely you— that he can’t help but treasure it.

When he turns to you, there’s a split second you can sense you’ve made a mistake. In the next second, he’s on top of you.

You can barely feel his body through the separation of all your blankets, but his weight crashes onto you violently and you fall off the couch, wriggling your cocooned-body around in an attempt to shake him off.

“Heathen!” You scream, turning around and around like some kind of spinning top. Keita just laughs, clinging onto you like a koala (that’s the fifth one, he counts in his head), as he spreads the blanket over both of your bodies.

Several hours later, you’re both still on the ground (but now you’re laying fully on top of Keita in an act of belated revenge, both of you snoozing peacefully in an outrageously large pile of blankets).

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, YOON JONGWOO 𖥻 ❛ cookies ❜

YOON JONGWOO is pretty sure he’s a guardian angel fallen from heaven and you’re the human he was sworn to protect. Not only because he loves you so strongly it has to have some kind of explanation behind it, but because you’re dumb as a brick and surely would have died by now if he wasn’t always there to set things right.

Yes, Jongwoo loves you so strongly he’s sure if his admiration for you was a physical object it could stop bullet trains and shatter diamonds. He is eternally, devastatingly in love with you.

And as he watches smoke rise from your oven and you frantically wave a towel at it like it’ll do anything, he thanks whatever being let him fall down to earth to protect you. Because lord, how have you survived this long?

A tray of something (he thinks they’re supposed to be cookies, from the bag of chocolate chips on the counter and vaguely circular shape they take on) sits on the counter, burnt to charcoal and permeating the air with the smell of burnt sugar.

“You’re so goddamn stupid,” Jongwoo deadpans. You scream a little, whipping around to face him with an expression of both mortification and excitement (an interesting mix that he somehow finds endearing. Curse you and your stupidly attractive face). “Open the windows before the fire alarm goes off.”

“I’m sorry!” You squeak out, hurrying to follow his directions. He notices now that flour dusts your cheeks and nose, the apron hanging virtually useless on you. In fact, you seem to have gotten ingredients everywhere on you but the apron. It’s almost impressive. “I was trying to make cookies for you, but I took a nap halfway through and slept through the timer and—,”

Jongwoo interrupts you with a laugh, throaty and genuine, as he takes in the scene.

The kitchen; an absolute mess, a plethora of ingredients he doesn’t even think belong in cookies decorating the counter and floor. The oven, a steady stream of smoke still emanating from it, and the tray full of lumps of charcoal. And then you, hair a mess— is that an entire chunk of brown sugar in it?—, eyes wide, clothes stained and breathing heavy as you run around trying to open every available window. And, somehow, you’re still the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen and ever will see. He wonders for a moment if you’re the real angel between the two of you.

“It’s fine,” He says, stopping your long tirade of frazzled excuses and explanations. “I appreciate it, really. But…”

He grabs a ‘cookie’ using a paper towel, banging it against the counter and hearing a loud ‘thunk’ greet him in return.

“I don’t think we should eat these.”

You seem on the verge of tears, lip quivering and breathing shaky, so Jongwoo crosses the bit of space between you and wraps his arms around you.

“I really did try my best,” You say, worried that he was upset with you—or worse, thinks you incapable of basic motions. You’re usually a decent cook, you swear!

“I know,” He says, trying to discreetly pick the chunk of sugar from your hair since he’s pretty sure you haven’t noticed it yet. “And I love the thought.”

“If you really loved me you’d eat them,” You argue. He can tell you aren’t serious, but even the thought makes his nose scrunch up— he’s pretty sure he saw marmite out on the counter.

Jongwoo instead picks a cherry from the basket left untouched (probably the only thing in the kitchen left unscathed from your endeavor), and eats it.

“Does that satisfy you?” He asks, giving you a sweet kiss before you have the chance to answer. You can taste the cherry juice on his lips, and you’re sure he can taste the chocolate on yours, considering how many extra chocolate chips you ate.

“Take out for dinner?” You suggest against his lips. He nods, smiling into the kiss.

[kcake555]

Kieta cake 🍰

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Really romantic, well written smut. Saving here.

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hii!! can i req a chen kuanjui. So basically reader and kuanjui have been dating for a long time and they basically got into boys planet tgthr (reader is in g grp) so this is set during the artist battle and reader got kicked out of over me and ended in supercharger so i was wondering mayb a angst to fluff (?) of like during when the reader is getting kicked?!?. Im so sorry if this is abit confusing 😢😢 i appreciate your writing so so much and i hope you have a wonderful dayy!!

It was only just a dream

pairing: chen kuanjui x g group reader

genre: canonverse, angst, fluff, slight humour, hurt-comfort ish

tw/tags: longtime relationship, codependency/attachment issues, implied intimacy, sharing beds, kuanjui being a little too optimistic, arguing, crying, zhang hao is mother, lots of kisses, threats, someone give haruto an oscar, much drama like a lot

wc: 2495

summary: one of you has to go but it doesn’t seem like kuanjui realises that.

a/n omg anon that wasn't confusing at all!!! i think...lol i hope i was able to get what u were going for~ this is the first sort of angst i think i touched on for this fandom and honestly i think i did better than i expected (maybe the dialogue gets a little too dramatic tho hehe idk) and it was pretty fun to write so i really hope you like it! also prolly the last fic i put out this week since i've got a deadline on mon so we need priorities~

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You and Kuanjui have always been a matched set. Coming to Korea to join the company at the same time, scores always one after the other at trainee evaluations, confessing to each other, sneaking kisses and sharing beds at the dorm, even leaving Yuehua together.

Both of you auditioned for Boys Planet and it was about the same. Getting all-stars at the level test and then dropping to three-stars at the signal song. Keita calling his name for Kill this Love team and yours following soon after. As soon as he sees that you’ve picked the song, Kuanjui chooses “Butterfly” without a second thought.

“It’s like you’re one person.” Zhang Hao jokes whenever he sees the two of you mirroring each other’s stretches.

“We basically have an extra bed.” Min tells Keita after he flees his own room to escape Matthew and Zhang Hao’s symphony of snores. You’re fast asleep, snuggled up to Kuanjui on the top bunk.

“It’s for your own good.” Cong and Brian tell Junseo after he asks why you and Kuanjui get the room with the extra bed when it’s become obvious enough to the whole camp that you and Kuanjui always sleep in one bed.

Most of the G-group trainees have already walked in on both of you twisted into some position that: 1. They didn’t know the human body was capable of bending into and 2. Made them want to go pour bleach into their eyes.

Even during eliminations, your ranks are called one after the other. Not even minutes after letting go of each other’s hand do you stand side by side on the stage to give your thank you speeches and then walk up the stairs to take your seats, hand in hand once again. It’s almost like it’s been rigged, you joke sometimes when you’re away from the camera.

Kuanjui just sighs, holds you closer and drops a kiss on your forehead.

“Maybe the Star Creators just like us too much together to keep us apart.”

And maybe Kuanjui is right, when you both, once again, end up in Over Me together. The Star Creators have decided once again to keep you together. But there’s a sense of dread growing in the pit of your stomach. The eliminations come again, your rank follows Kuanjui, one after the other. You’re both safe but you know you aren’t safe enough for when the next round rolls in, beds emptying, the camp getting quieter. Only the Top 18 goes to the finale and your ranks are still languishing in the 20s.

“We’ll make it,” Kuanjui whispers to you as you curl up in the sheets that night. “We’ll go to the finale together and we’ll debut together.”

It’s a nice dream, you think as his arms wrap around you, burying his face into your neck. Eyes growing heavy, you can only hold him as you drift off. Two bodies tangled together. Maybe in your sleep, there’s a future where that does happen, where you both get to live out your dreams for the next 2 and a half years together.

Still, sooner or later, you’ll have to wake up.

There’s a tension in the air, the morning after eliminations.

Along with the 8 other surviving members of Over Me, you’re seated in a semicircle, Kuanjui holding your hand and Keita on the other side. 

“In the previous season,” Jongwoo, your leader, starts. “They made the decision by voting.”

All of you were well aware. Kuanjui squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. From the other end of the semicircle, you catch Zhang Hao’s eyes. He stares at your intertwined hands and then at you. You nod slightly when you’re sure Kuanjui isn’t watching.

Both of you knew what you were going to do and it wasn’t going to go down nicely.

A little later, the trainees from Switch and Supercharger walk in. 

“If we pick someone, they have to join us without resisting.”

All of you react, Kuanjui pulling you to hide behind your fellow members. There’s a little back and forth banter before they tell you that they’re not actually there to choose and your group does need to vote people out. After they leave the room, you all sit back down, the tension returning with a vengeance. Everyone begins to appeal to themselves.

“The song really suits me. I want to do it.” Ricky states.

“I created the rap part at the beginning of the second verse,” Jeonghyeon points out.

“I really poured my everything into it; The costume, stage design, choreography and structure. We just need to keep going with them.” Jongwoo says so passionately that you’re almost swayed by it. Almost. 

But Kuanjui had told you what he, Zhang Hao and Ricky discussed last night and it wasn’t looking good for your leader.  Honestly this wasn’t going to end without someone’s feelings getting hurt. Whether they ended up staying or leaving.

It comes down to the decision not of who should be voted out but who each member thinks should stay, apart from themselves. You write your picks quickly, not even needing to stop and reconsider. 

Everyone sits back down, prepared with their list of names. The moment of truth.

“The first one I thought of was Jay. The next one is Zhang Hao”

“Ricky.”

“Jeonghyeonie.” 

“Jay.”

“Chen Kuan Jui.”

“Lee Jeonghyeon.”

Once. Your name is called once and it’s obviously when Kuanjui reads off his list, already visibly shaken by the fact that it’s only his name and not yours that he hears from everybody else. You steel your expression into placid acceptance, avoiding your boyfriend’s gaze.

“Jui. Jay. Jeonghyeonie. Ricky. Hao. It’s those five.” Jongwoo sums it up, the disappointment in his voice as clear as the look on Kuanjui’s face when you finally turn to him.

As the four of you who've been voted out make to stand up, Kuanjui does faster than all of you. Before anyone can stop him, he’s already dragging you out of the room, opening the door of the studio so swiftly that the trainees waiting outside jump and pulling you into the bathroom before they can say anything.

He snatches the mics off your sweatshirts. Now you’re just there, staring at each other. You and Kuanjui barely fight but you already know that this is going to be uglier than any of your petty quarrels.

“I’ll talk to Hao-

“Baobei, no-”

“Jongwoo-hyung can stay and-”

“No, I-”

“We can join Supercharger together-”

“Jui-” 

“Or Switch, whatever you want-”

“Kuanjui.” He finally looks at you. “I have to go.”

“We can go together…” He protests.

“No, that’s unfair to you.”

“It’s not-”

“It is, Jui, it is.” You insist. “Look, I talked with Hao, I knew only one of us would get to stay and it was going to be you. You- you need this. You fit the song so well. We know it. The whole team knows it, that’s why they voted for you. You need to do Over Me, you need the votes. Hell, if you can get the bonus, even better.”

“I voted for you.” He fires back. “I wanted them to vote for you, okay? I told Hao and Ricky that it was going to be a problem when we got the same part. I wanted them to vote for you and not me, I wanted to give you the part.”

“Don’t you dare, Kuanjui.” You hiss. “I could never live with myself if I had to take the part away from you. I-”

“And how do you think I feel? Huh?” His voice breaks and suddenly you become very aware  of how wet your own eyes are.

“We were supposed to do this together.” Kuanjui almost whispers, with a certainty that scares you. “I told you last night. We’ll win the challenge and get the bonus. We’ll make it to the finale together and maybe we’ll debut.”

“Wake up,” you choke back a sob. “We both saw our ranks yesterday. It’s going to take a miracle for both of us to make it unless some people drop. And okay, maybe one of us does. It’s going to be you, Jui. We both know it is.”

“I don’t want that.” This stubborn bastard. “I don’t want to do this without you.”

Why is he breaking your heart?

“Maybe you don’t want to,” you point out. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t, Jui. You’re so talented, you’ve worked so hard, this is your dream.”

“It’s your dream too.”

It is. You manage a shaky smile, despite the tears running down your face.

“I’ll be okay.” You say instead. Jui knows you so well. Arguably, more than you know yourself sometimes. He knows that look on your face. You’ll talk about this more later but right now, what’s done is done.

The discussion is over and the decision has been made. It’s made a long time ago, in the room he pulled you from. Now he has to go back there without you and learn to accept it. 

There’s a quiet knock on the door before it opens, Zhang Hao peeking inside. Honestly you’re surprised that none of the other trainees or staff had walked in or tried to intervene.

“Everything okay?” He asks tentatively even if he can definitely see your swollen eyes, cheeks stained with tear tracks and Jui furiously scrubbing at his face. 

“We talked,” you offer instead as he shuts the door behind him, studying both of you. 

Even if you’re all the same age, Zhang Hao’s always been the parental type from the time you trained at Yuehua together up until now. He’s the one that coaxes you to wash your face, even producing a small makeup kit to get rid of the redness on your nose and around your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Kuanjui says belatedly, once you’re both presentable enough for the cameras.

“They’re worried about you.” Zhang Hao reassures. “Good thing, Jui moves fast and no one said anything so hopefully they just cut all of this out. Or honestly, you can pretend it’s a hidden camera, I think the editors would be likely to go with that”

You can only nod, finally facing your boyfriend again. He steps forward wrapping you into a tight hug, you can only sink into him, letting some of the tension between bleed out. Zhang Hao quietly excuses himself and walks out first, likely to tell everyone that you’re fine and make an excuse for the cameras.

Once you separate, his hands are still resting around your waist.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He says before giving you a quick kiss.

“Hmmph, we’ll see, I might have to practise all night to learn Supercharger. Oh and we might have to move rooms.”

“I’ll fight the staff if they tell us too. Literally there are so many empty rooms.”

“Jui…”

“What? Honestly even if they made us separate, everyone knows that I’m sneaking into your room. I won’t be able to sleep if the bed’s empty.”

“Aiyo, you’re impossible.”

You decide to go for the hidden camera cover up, walking out and doing a somewhat comedic skit, a heavily censored version what went down in the bathroom, overly exaggerating your reactions. Damn, maybe both of you should have taken notes from Jiwoong and gone into acting instead.

Haruto, bless his dramatic ass, gets with the program immediately.

“You’re ours now!” He hollers, clinging onto you and laughing evilly, Zihao grinning and holding onto you as well.

“Noooo, don’t leave me.” Kuanjui cries melodramatically, reaching out for you as a reluctant Zhang Hao drags him back into the practice room. The door clicks shut.

The dread settles in for one moment before Haruto hustles both you and Zihao to Say My Name’s practice room along with team Switch. 

“You okay?” Jongwoo mutters to you on the way down, still very much a concerned leader.

“Mhmm, I’ve been better.” Haruto is still clinging to you which offers some sort of slight comfort. “Are you okay?” You ask Jongwoo, knowing how hard your former leader worked for Over Me.

He laughs humorlessly. “Not the greatest day for me either.”

There’s definitely a ruckus over the new lineups as you all enter.

“Eh??” Matthew exclaims when you walk in.

“How did they get Kuanjui-ge to let you go?!” Ollie’s eyes look like they’re about to fall out of his head from how big they are.

You help Haruto pitch Supercharger as best as you can before stepping outside to wait for your new members. 

That night…

“Okay, Takuto can stay with me. Woongi-hyung and Seowon-hyung said they’ll room together. Which means Ollie can stay with Zihao, eh?”

Haruto’s handing out the room arrangement when Takuto asks where you’ll be sleeping. Immediately, Ollie snorts, Woongi and Seowon exchange glances, definitely having heard of your "special" sleeping arrangement from the other trainees, and Zihao, bless his soul, covers for you, putting an arm over your shoulder as he says to Takuto.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be sleeping with me and Ollie.”

“Ah, is that right?” Because of course your boyfriend decides that it’s the right moment to show up.

“Jui-ge’s just here to say goodnight, right?” Ollie says faux innocently as Takuto grows more confused.

“Sorry baobei, I think I’ll be sleeping with Zihao tonight.” You joke, playfully clinging onto the dancer who seems almost too happy about it.

Kuanjui, on the other, does not look happy at all.

“Zihao. If you don’t let go of them right now, I can make sure that Supercharger will wake up tomorrow with one less member.”

Haruto squawks something about not killing his husband. Seowon and Woongi decide it’s time to remove themselves, taking Takuto and a reluctant Ollie with them. Zihao stops smiling, his arm dropping from your shoulder immediately as he backs off.

Kuanjui is immediately all over you.

“I smell.” You whine to him weakly. “We’ve been practising all day and I haven’t showered.”

“I’ll shower with you.” From the back, you hear Haruto gag, footsteps speeding away from you. Zihao has disappeared from the hallway.

Kuanjui showers with you. You keep it wholesome, kinda. Except your boyfriend is incredibly flexible and can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. So maybe you get a little frisky. Not a lot. Well, at least you don’t traumatise anyone.

And just like that, you’re back in Kuanjui’s arms, lying in bed, hair still damp from the shower. You close your eyes as he litters kisses all over your face, sweet and light and everything you’ve ever wanted. 

“You know we still need to talk.” You’re drifting off, the aches of learning a completely new choreography bearing down on your body.

“I know.” He whispers back. “But let me kiss you first?”

You fall asleep with the feeling of his lips against your skin. The feeling of him holding you. You’ll talk tomorrow, work things out, address issues that the stress of today brought up. But for now, you sleep. And together, you dream.

[xeriprincess]

keita had a silent kind of beauty. he probably wouldn't be the first person you noticed in a room. but when you did? you could never look at anything else ever again.

when you closed your eyes, the soft look in his eyes would greet you in the darkness. his smile would sparkle in every tear you shed. his voice would replace the ringing in your ears.

you'd fall to your knees to see the way his lashes graze his cheeks as he looks down. you'd set yourself on fire to see the sparkle in his eyes burn brighter. to make him look at you.

somehow, he was even more dazzling when he was sad. maybe because he had that type of devastating beauty. like the darkness following a shooting star; what's left after it burns out.

he'd do everything in his power to not fall in love- he forbid himself. tearing his eyes away from you when he caught himself slipping. he'd tell you midnight-soaked lies.

i don't want you.

he'd tell himself he hates you, because he finds it so easy to deceive himself. until dawn breaks and you still haven't left his mind, even for a second.

- i broke my rule for you.

he'd tell you, that flame glimmering in his eyes.

- does that scare you?

he'd look at you bitterly as you burned for him, drinking in the sight he'd denied himself all this time.

- yeah.

he'd reply, swallowing everything he wished he could tell you.

[mandolinearts]

[three letters]

a watchmaker of filigree street fanfic by katheneverwrites/mandolinearts. thaniel/mori; 1,4K; epistolary.

Thaniel and Mori meet under different circumstances - but fall in love anyway.

[chronosik]

Have you seen this

OH GOD IM IN AGONY

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all of my boys planet contestant fics that are not in zerobaseone are saved here for you to look back at if you ever so choose <3

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reactions to teasing his height ㅡ keita (requested)

keita x tall!reader

genre : fluff

i took so much time for this one 💀 sorry about it, anon, i hope you will like it <3

keita is a confident man. he was confident in his skills, in his face, in the way people viewed him, in his body. if most of men would be insecure with the height he was given, it was not keita's case. in fact, he was acting like he was 6ft.

however, sometimes the reality would hit him. at convenience store, when he had to find stratagems to catch the products on the hight shelves. or when he bought a pair of jeans that fit perfectly on his waist but were too long for his legs. there is also the case when he's going to a place crowdy but can't see nothing but the people in front of him : talk about a disadvantage at a concert....

but he still liked it. he could always take a nap on the couch, his height was perfect for it.

and to be honest, there was you.

you were tall. like, model tall. and you know, it felt nice to have someone taller than him. he felt more allowed to be vulnerable when it was only you two. he could feel protected sometimes, and it was easier to be the little spoon when cuddling. more than anything else, he loved how you loved his height.

you knew he was confident in it. that is why sometimes, you would tease him about his height, especially to have what you want.

that day, keita spent too much time in the studio, working on lyrics. we love a hardworking king, ofc, but he should take a break sometimes. keita literally dragged you here with him. why? something along the lines of you being his muse and how he needed inspiration. now it's been hour since you were sitting on the couch of the studio, watching him from afar. you could only see his back, sitting on a table a bit farther than where you were, only the computer he was working on facing you.

you entertained yourself as much as you could, waiting for him to finish. you scrolled on tiktok, you read that book you were looking forward to, you took a walk around... the room. yeah, you were starting to feel bored. but keita was still focused on his computer. suddenly, an idea came to you. you got up from the couch, making your way to him slyly. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind.

"how about you take a break? if you keep looking at that computer, your eyes with probably fall off."

keita softly laughed at your comment. he lowered his head a bit to kiss one of you arms.

"don't worry about my eyes, i have my glasses to protect them."

you tilted your head to see his face, noticing the said glasses. a smirk made its way to your face.

"do you always work with these glasses ?"

"yup! it's against blue light. for my eyes not to fall off like you said."

"can i see them?"

without an answer, keita took off the glasses to give them to you. you took them, acting like you were observing them with attention. after a while, keita looked at the clock.

"i'm gonna have to work a bit more, can you give them back to me?"

"well, take them yourself."

keita didn't immediatly understand your words, getting up to take the glasses you were handing him. however, before he could grab them, you just raised your hand high with the glasses in it. keita tried to jump a bit in order to catch them, vainly. he growned.

"c'mon, love, give them to me."

"i don't know if i should..." you said in a teasing tone. you acted like you were stretching your arm, right on top of his head to tease him about his height.

"you're so cute when i see you from my hight, too bad you're not tall enough to get your gla-"

keita simply pushed you to the couch you were earlier, making you sit again. you were obviously caught off guard, and it gave him the chance to take back his glasses. in defeat, you let your arms fall back, whining. keita went to the table he was sitting at earlier and let the glasses next to his computer. after that, he went back to you, helping you lay down on the couch. before you could say anything, he layed on top of you, gesturing you to hold him, while he rested his head on your chest.

"i'm accepting your request and i will take five minutes of break."

that's what he said before falling asleep for two hours, on the studio couch that was perfect for his height but too small for you.

[saintlygames]

I’ll Make It Up To You

June 13, 1885

In the interest of being as spontaneous as he could, Thaniel spent the entirety of the evening flipping coins and tossing dice as he ran up and down the streets of London. Heads for left, tails for right, and he assigned the six faces of the die each assigned to a certain decision that he made on the spot. He was being very thorough, but it was exhausting. It was all he could do not to appear as a complete madman as he made sudden pauses and turns as he walked and resorted to shaking around the coin and dice in the pocket of his waistcoat instead of throwing them in the air.

Thaniel felt skittish making choices this way, and could only imagine how Mori felt about all this. Like being throttled, he supposed, but Thaniel opted to just apologize for confusing him later. This was completely necessary—it was the only way to give Mori a proper surprise for his birthday.

His pockets jangled cheerfully as he went ducking into shops at random to find—what exactly. This was the hard part; finding Mori something that would be a lovely gift while Thaniel hadn't the faintest idea of what to get him anyway. What the hell would a baron want for anyways?

Thaniel set his jaw and twisted the die in his fingers without looking. When he opened his palm the face showed five. Five letters, he decided on a whim. He sifted through batches of words until he sprung at an idea. Yes; music. Sheet music. Of course, he thought of that one first.

'That's good,' he murmured to himself. Last year at the Foreign Office ball Griszt performed his new piano piece, and Mori had forgotten all of it after Thaniel had forgotten to buy him the music. Sometimes Thaniel still thought about it and it launched him back into a fit of guilt.

All of it was guilt back then. After getting over his suspicions about Mori following him, he would remember his translation of Mori's entry in his sad journal of dead memories. His best memory of his birthday having been celebrated with Thaniel that year, over a swan cake which he'd insisted was a duck and too many glasses of red wine which Mori complained about yet drank anyways. They were supposed to be sitting in the garden on a warm night. Thaniel squandered all that and even forgot that it was his birthday. He'd be damned if he didn't show him a better celebration this year.

the rest of the birthday fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38821041/chapters/97073400

[kcake555]

Keita cake 🍰

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