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earthtooz · 2 years ago

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x : BETWEEN LOVE AND LIES :*+ﾟ

in which: you thought nagi was dating you for media reputation... so why does this relationship feel suspiciously real?

warnings: 11.9k words, pro-soccer player!nagi x physiotherapist!gn!reader, reader has hair, lots of food, not at all a realistic story but that's okay pls don't come for me, SLOOWWWWBURN, fake-dating au, reader is oblivious :<

a/n: goodness. if this flops i will cry bc i spent way too long this for it to be healthy for me. enjoy !

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nagi approaches you the day after his name goes viral.

you weren’t doing anything spectacular, merely putting away all the kits and equipment you’d used for the day when the white-haired soccer player approaches you, his hands in his pockets, strolling over to you as he would on any occasion.

your heart races- as it does whenever he’s around, regardless of said occasion, but what tumbles out of his mouth next was worthy of ceasing your heart rate all together.

“wanna date?”

you’re speechless. malfunctioning as you register what he’s saying. the sheer casualness of it all is alarming and you have to snap yourself back into your physical environment before your mind loses to a universe of questions and doubts.

out of all people who have asked you to date, nagi was definitely the most unique. was he okay in the head? did he come for a check up? did he get one of rin’s kicks to the head? or was he just straight up delusional?

“uhh, why?” you ask, cursing yourself a little for how disgusted you sounded.

fortunately for you, your ungracious tone didn’t phase him, not one bit. “isn’t that what two people do when they like each other?”

yeah, romantically. you don’t even think nagi likes you beyond simply platonic, whereas you have to try and shove your feelings for him down your throat every morning before walking in to the training grounds for blue lock’s official team.

you find yourself agreeing regardless, still a little overwhelmed by everything that was going on.

the soccer player then has the audacity to give you two thumbs up in approval, a dumb smile plastering on that expression of his. this confuses you even more.

“okay cool, so what should we do now that we’re a couple?” he asks.

you glance away, unable to look him in the eye for too long without getting flustered. the various weights and foam rollers still scattered on the floor catches your attention, reminding you of your previous task before nagi came to stir up a storm. “well, i have to put these away amongst various things. you can sit on the couch if you want to pass time?”

“do you need any help?” he questions, already bobbing down to be eye-level with you, ignoring the second half of your statement.

“no it’s fine, thank you though.”

“are you sure?”

“yeah! i don’t want to bother you.”

“well if you do this all by yourself, it’ll take longer, and you take longer, it means i have to wait longer to spend time with you.”

when you turn around to say something, the words die on your throat when you realise just how close he’d come to you during the time you had your back towards him. a flash of hurt crosses his typically emotionless eyes when you instinctively recoil from him, his innocent stare dimishing just a little.

“you know how much i hate waiting. it’s such a pain, so let me help out and you’ll get done faster, right?” his hands are already reaching for some of the foam rollers before you can stop him. with an affectionate sigh, you take it from him, placing it back in its original spot.

“fine,” you say with a smile. “if you insist then would you mind putting the ice packs in the fridge? isagi’s ankle was messing up earlier and chigiri came in for his knee again.”

the white-haired hums before obeying, his footsteps that shuffled along the floor telling you know that he is carrying out his duties that you’ve assigned for him. the way his tracksuit makes a noise every time he walks is distracting, but you can’t help but think how much nagi reminds you of a penguin. the adorableness of it all might just kill you.

if only the internet and ‘#nagi seishiro’ tags knew just how much of a teddy bear that 6’3, legendary prodigy, nagi seishiro was, and how you had to massage him almost everyday after training sessions otherwise he’d come to practise the next day with the resolve of a five year old.

being a junior physiotherapist for the blue lock team, you only took care of a few blue lock athletes as your clients since the team was divided between you and a senior physio. nagi wasn’t one of your assigned athletes, however when you first came to the job, he would come during almost closing times (when you had no one booked) and ask for a massage, even if he had his own physiotherapist to request that of. however, nagi seemed to always have some sore muscle because his demands for a massage became a daily recurrence.

you just hope whatever is wrong with him gets sorted out soon.

sure athletes are meant to work hard and use their bodies in the field but physio massages were to assist with injuries by minimising the risk of them, fixing the alignment, or help extend any limited range of movement.

whatever. now’s not the time to think too hard about it because you’re about to go on a date with nagi seishiro.

after cleaning up your space so you could prepare to take care of more athletes tomorrow, nagi is sauntering over to you once more. this time, he drapes himself all over you, causing you to stumble a little from how heavy he is. you pray to whoever’s listening that he can’t feel or hear the way your heart races in your chest, threatening to climb up your throat and jump into his hands.

“tired, nagi?” you question, words muffled against his shoulder as you bring your hands to soothingly pat his back.

“yeah,” whines the white-haired. the smile that creeps onto your face is one full of adoration for the man slung over you. “let me take you out.”

“where to?”

“a night market? it’ll be fun.”

“sure.”

at your confirmation, he separates from you with an excited glimmer in his eyes,

after grabbing your bags and setting out, you’re violently flooded by dozens of paparazzi and interviewers who are click their cameras in hopes of catching blue lock’s soccer player who has taken the world by storm. it’s a little overwhelming, but when nagi covers you from the reporters with his arm which had his tracksuit jacket draped over it, you’re thankful for his thoughtfulness, especially when you’re relying on his grip around your waist to pull you in the right direction.

the crowd is shouting a flurry of things, nothing that you can make out amongst the mess of your mind, your heart, and your ears.

it’s not until you decipher someone shouting something about dating rumours with a japanese pop singer, that you piece together his intentions; a loud wakeup call to the reality of your ‘situation’ with nagi.

the possibility that nagi was using this ‘relationship’ for media coverage and acknowledgement was very likely, especially with his recent growth in popularity and social media following- it would be understandable if he wanted to prolong his moment in the spotlight by entering beneficial relationships.

except typically, celebrities would do it with other celebrities.

so what’s the appeal behind using you?

a funny feeling brews in your gut, one that clawed at your chest with a series of disappointment, anxiety, and dismay. it was unbelievable that someone as hot, both literally and figuratively, as nagi would be interested in you; a junior physiotherapist fresh out of university, but you had hoped. his abruptness today and the whole ‘we should date’ ordeal was to dispel the media from his back, not bred from any genuine feelings.

if this was the only chance you got to stand beside nagi and have him hold you like this, so protectively against him, then you were going to take it until fate deemed it over and pulled you away from him itself.

you were young and simply put, nagi could provide the companionship you were looking for.

fortunately, the press left him alone at the parking lot where security guards were standing, two in the booth and one purchased near the gate. you give them a shy greeting and they return it with a bow.

“sorry about that,” nagi mutters, not looking at you even when you turn your head to stare up at him. “i wasn’t expecting paparazzi to be right outside, they’re such a pain.”

“it’s okay, if anything i owe you a thank you for covering me from them,” you huff, stuffing your hands into your pockets, mind still a little frazzled over the memory of how protective nagi was over you. “stuff like this happens when you’re famous, mr soccer hotshot.”

he rubs his neck, looking to the side as his next words tumble out of his mouth: “does that impress you?”

“why wouldn’t it?”

you try not to think too hard about the blush that manifests on his face, pinning it on the colder weather and frostbite rather than your words.

“so… where’s this night market? i didn’t know tokyo had many night markets.”

“just in shibuya.”

“won’t it be busy?”

“yeah,” he shrugs before adding as an afterthought: “does that bother you?”

“no not at all, i just thought you hated big crowds and busy places.”

“‘s won’t be so bad with you there.”

for someone who prefers to keep quiet majority of the time, nagi sure does have a silver tongue. this is probably the third time in the past half an hour that he’s made your stomach flip, and you can’t help but question his intentions. if he was trying to make you actually fall for him to make your relationship look more legitimate then he’d be disappointed to know that you already had, way before he approached you today.

he agrees to drive the way since one: it was easier and two: you could avoid the paparazzi that way.

upon arrival, you’re glad to see that there aren’t too many people in the crowd. since it was a weekday, students would be participating in extra curriculars and businessmen would be only just finishing work. the majority of the people here were older with a few couples here and there.

“oh, they have lemon tea,” nagi mutters, grabbing your hand before unceremoniously dragging you to the stand. his excitement was endearing, especially when all 6’3 of him approaches the lemon tea stand, needing to bend down in order to be seen by the elderly stand owner. a flash of surprise crosses the maker’s face as he makes eye contact with the white-haired.

“two lemon teas please,” requests the soccer player, using his hands to gesture ‘two’ as he fishes out the appropriate amount of money.

“hey, you’re that soccer player, nagi! you scored an awesome goal the other day. mind if i get a picture?” the owner’s gruff voice requests, a cheery smile making its way onto his face.

“oh. sure.”

you take the picture for them, counting down ‘3, 2, 1’ as nagi gives the camera a peace sign and the owner has a wide, bright smile on his face; so bright that you couldn’t help grinning as well. “i’m putting this on my store front. now you want two lemon teas?”

“coming right up!”

“did you just buy me a lemon tea without asking?” you question, a smile appearing on your features as you glance up at your companion.

he meets your eyes, “yeah, ‘s there something wrong with that?”

“no, not at all. i wouldn’t mind some lemon tea right now. i’ll pay you back.”

“don’t worry about that,” nagi cuts you off before you can even reach for your wallet. “everything’s on me.”

“but-”

“-it’s on me.”

the stand owner is handing over two iced cups of lemon before you can continue bickering and nagi hands one over to you with a wordless expression and you’re compelled to take it, though reluctantly.

“are you two a couple?” the owner asks.

nagi nods, “yeah, we are.”

“ah! no wonder. you two look amazing together, you bagged a real gem,” he says to nagi, pointing at you. you laugh it off, flattered.

“i know i did. thanks for the tea, sir.”

“thank you!” you call out to the owner before being dragged away by nagi again, careful not to spill your drink from how much vigour was in his steps. for his one stride, you had to take two.

after going from store to store and blindly following nagi who led the way with his stomach, you’re eventually brought to a less busy, picnic-like area where there were various benches for you to sit on. it was away from the busyness of the main street, but still had lanterns hung around the premise, combating the darkness of the early sunset during colder months.

you take a seat beside him whilst he sets down the variety of food he bought from the merchants, not trying to think too much about the way nagi presses himself closely against you.

“oh, one of my games had a character drop an hour ago,” he absentmindedly comments, opening his phone for the first time since being with you. you catch a glimpse of his dim phone screen, seeing the notification banner from the game he was referring to.

“that’s cool,” you mutter, unsure of what else to say as you take a bite into the red bean taiyaki.

“yeah, he’s a cracked character. been wanting him forever.”

“are you gonna pull? i wanna see him.”

“really?”

when you give him the nod of affirmation, nagi opens the game whilst you continue eating, gentle anticipation hanging in the air as well as a comfortable silence. it doesn’t take long before he’s purchasing special event tokens, going to the special character screen and pressing the ‘draw x10’ option. you peer over his shoulder, trying to resist the urge to rest your chin on it.

you’re snapped out of your reverie when nagi emits a small gasp. “no way.”

“what?” you ask, watching the way his screen lights up in gold which signalled a successful draw. he looks up at you, eyes wide and mouth partially parted. “did you get him?”

“yeah, on the first go,” he says in wonder, a dazed look in his eyes. “that’s never happened before.”

“no way! you’re so lucky!”

nagi’s face erupts into a small smile, and you’re caught off guard all of a sudden when his hands snake around your waist, pulling you up to sit on his lap. the new proximity and abruptness of it all causes your mind to stop for a second, shutting off as nagi peers up at you with stars in his eyes. you want to hide, but his grip around you is too tight, pulling you in to him.

this feels criminal.

“nah, i just think you’re my lucky charm.”

a quiet squeak of ‘is that so?’ is all you can reply with before looking away, trying to distract your rampant thoughts, hoping that the cool breeze will calm the heat creeping up to your face. “so,” you begin, trying to recover yourself from embarrassment. “can i see your characters? all of them?”

“all of them?” nagi repeats and you miss the small look of bliss on his expression.

“yeah.”

“i showed them to you the other week.”

“okay, well show me this new character then.”

“as you wish.”

he talks you through the characters and their tutorials, showing you their special combos and ultimate moves, all whilst you have to feed him the variety of foods he bought whilst dragging you around like a dog and its owner. as he munches on the takoyaki, kebabs, and sweet potato, you realise just how bottomless nagi’s stomach was and the way he hums in satisfaction after each bite was very adorable.

the night fades into a nice memory of laughter, emptied food boxes, and easy conversation. somehow nagi has manoeuvred himself so that his head was now in your lap, snowy hair spread so invitingly as you resist the urge to run your hands through it, wanting to respect any boundaries of his.

every so often you have to remind yourself that this wasn’t real.

reality hits you once more the following morning when you check social media just to see ‘#nagi seishiro’ trending all over again, all talking about the paparazzi photos that were taken yesterday. taking a glimpse for yourself, you hate the way your gut sinks, especially as articles with the title ‘nagi seishiro with a new lover?’ shine in your face.

it only solidifies your speculations about this (fake?) relationship, and despite coming to accept it, growing resentment poisons your system, rendering you incapable and bitter as you let your breakfast grow cold.

at least nagi correctly covered you with his jacket, your face is completely obstructed, only your body is revealed. you thank your lucky stars that you decided to not wear your ‘blue lock’ staff clothes that morning and just opted for your own athletic wear, that way your identity could be hidden at least just a little.

a message from reo captures your attention and you click on it immediately.

reo: is that you with nagi?

you: yeah!

reo: about fucking time. got sick of you two never doing anything.

you: haha 😐thanks reo 😐

reo: did he take you to the night market last night?

you: yeah! it was fun :)

reo: that’s good, nagi’s been waiting forever.

reo: don’t break his heart

you scoff at the irony of reo’s last text, typing something noncommittal before throwing your phone else where.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the whole team practically knows about you and nagi when you return to work the following monday and the second you enter the building, you’re swarmed by the friendly faces of bachira, isagi, and chigiri, who are seemingly holding a tired nagi hostage. quite an amusing sight. three people, who are roughly a head shorter than the white-haired, restraining a lethargic 6’3 athlete with their bodies.

“are you really dating nagi?” isagi begins before you could even fit in a ‘hello’.

“uh… yeah?” you sound unsure; because you are. a fake relationship is still a relationship, it’s just that one party is more infatuated with the other.

“damn. i didn’t think it was real,” mutters chigiri. “are you sure? he’s not like… paying you to do this, right? you like like him?”

“yes?” you exclaim, a little overwhelmed. “i’m not getting any monetary returns even though i wish i did.” nagi narrows his eyes at you, you poke out your tongue. “please, no more questions, it’s way too early for this.”

“you don’t know how long we’ve been waiting for nagi to ask you out, y/n. even we placed money on him,” reveals isagi but before you could say anything in response, bachira cuts in, practically skipping up to the white-haired.

“finally grew some balls and asked, good job bro!” bachira sings, patting nagi on the back with a violet slap before disappearing.

“see you at practice, nagi!”

the three athletes disappear and you finally exhale after holding in a breath for what felt like ages. what an animated way to start the day.

you hold your breath again when nagi approaches to stop in front of you, a singular coffee cup in his hand; one that he holds out to you.

“good morning, nagi,” you greet.

“hey, i got you coffee.” instinctively, you take the cup from him, immediately warmed up by the heat emanating from it. “i hope it’s still warm. i’ve been waiting for you for a while.”

“you were waiting for me?”

“yeah. wanted to see you before going to training. makes my day less of a bother.”

you smile into your cup, trying to hide the effect that nagi has on you. you were so stupid for him it was insane.

“i’m sorry for making you wait, the trains were a little delayed this morning,” you confess, “but thank you. you’re very thoughtful, nagi.”

his face contorts into an ugly expression, a display of his feelings that are quickly quelled by the feeling of your cold hand grabbing his warm ones. “you take public transport to work?”

“i don’t want to pay for parking and everything. it’s not all bad, i get lovely views and a wake up call every morning.”

the white-haired athlete makes a face of contemplation briefly. “let me pick you up from now on.”

“no, it’s fine. i don’t want to be more of a hassle. i know how much you hate waking up to even just come to work so-”

“-i want to.”

your heart flutters at his insistence and all you can mutter out is a feeble ‘ok’ before slipping your hand out of his. you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to get used to the way nagi seishiro so effortlessly warms your insides; to the point that it becomes an unrecognisable pool of putty.

after a moment, you regain your senses. “you should be going off to practise. don’t make ego mad before the day even starts.”

he groans, “won’t you come and watch? i’ll feel a little better if you’re there.”

“i have my own work to get to but i don’t have many checkups today so if i can, i will.”

“i suppose that’s good enough,” mutters nagi before pulling you in for a loose hug, arms wounding around your waist, breathing you in before stepping back, as if rejuvenated by your touch and presence alone.

“work hard, nagi.”

you go your separate ways, him to the field and you to your office where various coworkers resided.

after a morning of answering emails, going to meetings and consulting the results from various body screenings, you finally have a chunk of time around 11:45 am to go and watch practice. as soon as you entered the training grounds, you’re a little stunned and impressed to see that they were all doing shooting drills, landing them perfectly with no effort, the harsh sound of shoe slapping against leather ringing throughout the area.

nagi notices you almost immediately, his eyes lighting up a little when you shoot him a small wave before wandering into the bleachers, taking a seat in a second row.

you continue watching, straightening up in your seat whenever it’s nagi’s turn, waiting to watch the genius at work. the results are no less than impressive every time but you have to pretend like you weren’t at all marvelling at him whenever he turns around and looks at you expectantly.

15 minutes later, ego calls for an hour lunch break, allowing the players to break off to do whatever their heart desires. the first thing nagi does is walk over to where you sit in the stands, leaning over the first row of chairs to reach you.

“why hello there, soccer sensation,” you greet and he gives you a lazy smile.

“hi.”

“you going to go for lunch?”

“yeah. have you had something to eat yet or do you wanna grab a bite together?”

“i brought cup noodles but i don’t mind. don’t you want to go with your friends?”

“you’re better.”

“please shut up, that’s so cringe,” you murmur with an undeniable grin, one that causes his gaze to soften as well. “let’s get lunch together then.”

“let me get dressed,” the athlete says, about to run off when you abruptly stop him, causing him to turn around suddenly, his hair whipping around with his actions. “what’s up?”

beckoning him over, he returns to where he stood before and you take out a hair tie, one that you store in your pockets all the time just in case. “does your hair not bother you when you practise?” you silently ask for permission, hand merely hovering near his head until you realise that he was okay with the contact. “it’s getting all in your face, even i was annoyed when watching you.”

gently, you run your hands through his hair and despite the sweat on his forehead, it’s still soft and fluffy. goodness you could play with it forever.

then, you gather nagi’s front bangs, bringing them together to resemble a unicorn horn, tying it with your hairband. when you part from your work, you’re pleasantly surprised that it holds but you suppress a giggle because of how ridiculous he looks, paired with that dazed look in his eyes, you never thought you’d see nagi like this.

when you reach to tug your hairband out of his hair, he waves you off, taking the updo out himself.

“can i keep the hairband?” he pleads and you quirk an eyebrow.

“it’s just a hairband,” you say.

“so you won’t miss it right?”

“no, i won’t-”

“-okay, epic,” he mumbles before putting the hair tie around his wrist and a part of you swells with pride at the sight; a feeling that you try to shove down with little success. “can i get changed now?”

“yes, go.”

whilst you watch the white-haired disappear from your vision, you can’t help but wonder how you got yourself into this situation with such a weirdo. still, you adore said weirdo and this was no one’s fault but your own.

nagi wears the hair tie for the remainder of the day.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

roughly two months or so pass by and the days become a blur, especially since training is becoming more rigorous for the team due to the preparations for their spring soccer season. your schedule is piled day by day with athletes coming for their regular checkups and consultations, leaving you drained as soon as the work day is over.

nagi, your loving ‘partner’ notices this because he always likes to stick around after hours and bother you for a massage. he always insists that you do it because it’s like an immediate ‘full heal’ but you just think that he’s too lazy to book a professional masseuse and that you’re the next best thing.

whatever. at least he’s cute.

“i hardly see you nowadays,” he mutters, voice muffled by the leather bed of your workspace.

you gather a little more lotion on your hands, spreading it along his calves before pressing your thumbs into his muscles, trying to identify where any tight spots might be. “i’m sorry, i don’t have much time nowadays. appointments with you guys go all the way til six, and i don’t get home until 6:30. then i’m practically out like a light.”

he hums in torment and in consideration, tensing his shoulders a little as a natural response to the pain in his legs. “well, tomorrow’s a saturday. can i take you out?”

“i don’t know, some athletes may sporadically come and bother me to get a massage so i’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

“be serious.”

“i am free tomorrow.”

“sick. keep it that way.”

“even if athletes bother me for a much-needed massage in order to perform at their best?”

he huffs something in response before flopping his face back down on the leather bed, the (seemingly invincible) knots in his calves taking too much of your attention for you to think too hard about tomorrow’s date with nagi.

he’s still wearing your hair tie around his wrist.

true to his word, nagi picks you up the next day at 3pm for your date since he insisted that was the earliest he would be ready by (meaning, it’s the earliest he can wake up). when you meet him, you’re a little stunned by the amount of disguises he’s wearing. sunglasses, beanie, and a face mask, you’re not sure whether he’s going to attract more attention or blend in.

also, when you’re 6’3 it’s hard to avoid eyes.

“hey, i’m supposed to meet someone called nagi, he’s got white hair, grey eyes, 190 cm, have you seen him?” you ask as soon as you approach the soccer player. he sighs through his mask when you erupt into a fit of laughter. “i’m just kidding.”

nagi brings down his mask to sit below his chin. “your boyfriend is right here,” he corrects, voice demanding and authoritative, sending shivers down your spine.

“so he is,” you mumble, stepping closer to engulf him in a hug. he wraps his arms around you in return and you contentedly sigh when he pulls you into the comfortable, expensive material of his hoodie. “what’s with the disguise?”

“i don’t want anyone to ruin our day out so i’m wearing this.”

“ever so thoughtful aren’t you?”

when you take a step back, nagi’s careful to not let you stray too far which is indicated through the protective arm he keeps around your shoulders.

“should we get going?”

“yeah.”

the white-haired laces your hands with his, his grip gentle yet committed to keeping you near him as you stroll down the warming streets of tokyo.

“it’s finally spring,” nagi comments offhandedly, causing you shift your gaze towards him. you’re surprised that he was initiating conversation, majority of the time it was you doing the rambling and him partaking in the listening. “the cold weather was getting bothersome. hated going to practise all freezing, makes warmup so hard.”

“i like the cold weather,” you say. “it’s easier to dress for winter than it is for summer.”

“that is true.”

“do you like spring?”

“yeah, ‘s my favourite season.”

you didn’t think someone like nagi would bother too much with having a favourite season. “why’s that?”

“it’s a good season for napping and staying inside. i like that i don’t have to do much nor think about much.”

such a nagi response. you admire how stubborn he sticks to his ideals and general philosophy, it’s a comforting quality and aspect to have.

“plus it’s your birthday season,” you add.

he looks at you with a gentle smile before repeating: “it’s my birthday season.”

nagi takes you to a park where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, its petals decorating the scenery and ground, creating a dainty, lovely carpet of pink and beauty. however, the main attraction of the date isn’t the scenery of the park but rather, the lake where several pedal boats float on the water; some occupied, some vacant.

the soccer player shows the attendant his purchased tickets, getting them scanned before you’re led to get on one of the boats.

“so… are you liking the date?” nagi asks when you’re out far enough from the dock so that no one can hear you. here, he takes off his mask, tucking it into his pocket.

“i am, i’ve been wanting to ride one of these boats for a long time but i’ve just never found the time,” you confess. “i’m glad that it’s with you. thanks, nagi.”

he looks away, an obvious pink tint appearing on his cheeks as he rubs his neck in embarrassment. “it’s okay, i s’pose.”

“you’re so cute,” you say whilst raising one hand to drag through his hair.

“stop,” he whines but not brushing you off or pulling away, instead, he leans into your touch.

a few minutes of silence pass by before nagi speaks up again, retreating back into his personal space as he fishes for something in his hoodie pocket. he pulls out a long velvet box, handing it over for you to take which you do with a little hesitation.

“i wanted to give you something to mark two months,” he tells you and you feel your heart drop.

“wait what? two months? i didn’t know we were celebrating that!” (because you spend too much time fretting over the day he’d tell you that he wants to break up, not needing this fake relationship anymore.) “i didn’t get you anything, i feel terrible now-”

“-it’s not a big deal, i just wanted to give you something.”

“nagi i can’t accept this, this is too good-”

“-i insist.”

“but i don’t have anything for you-”

in the blink of an eye his hands are clasped tightly around yours, his face incredibly close to yours that you’re stupefied into silence. “i. insist.”

you stare at him for another three seconds before relenting, opening the velvet box with the utmost care in fear that you might drop it in the water; a horrifying thought.

a gasp of delight slips out of your mouth when you see an emerald necklace beaming brightly in your face. it’s in the shape of a pendant, encrusted around a halo plate with gold surrounding it, and from the looks of it, it couldn’t have been cheap.

looking back up at him to express the disbelief you feel, you’re silenced by the gentle look in his eyes, one that shines with adoration and devotion.

“it’s beautiful,” you whisper, unable to talk much louder in fear that it’ll cause the emerald to shatter in your hand. “you shouldn’t have.”

“i wanted to because i really like you. stop worrying.”

you exhale deeply, a little flustered and caught off guard by how candid he was. this feels suspiciously real.

“where did you learn to be so romantic?” you quiz, using humour to narrow how awkward you felt.

“shoujos,” he answers shamelessly.

“ah.” makes sense as to why he makes you feel like you’re in one. “can you help me put the necklace on?”

the white-haired shines with glee, features brightening for a second. “y-yeah, of course.”

“thank you.”

when he grasps the jewellery in his hold you turn around to expose the back of your neck to him, practically holding your breath when you feel his warm fingers brush against your skin, his touch barely there yet still prominent enough to blaze trials of fire where he caresses.

“how do i look?” you ask, turning back around.

“beautiful,” he says, no louder than a whisper.

eventually the boat ride comes to an end and you return back to the dock. a lingering feeling of bliss and giddiness resonates in your chest, evident in the undeniable grin plastered on your face whilst you walk through the park; this time with a pretty gemstone adorning your neck.

“nagi, look!” you exclaim, gesturing over to a company-branded photo booth that had set itself up in the middle of the park. there were various people lining up for one and judging by the pleased squeals from groups of students, it would be a nice memory to keep for today. “should we take one?”

“sure,” he shrugs, letting you drag him to hop in the queue which was going much faster than you anticipated.

when it’s your turn, there’s hardly any time to discuss poses when the cameraman clicks the countdown button so unexpectedly. you reflexively hug nagi whilst smiling and he just gives a simple peace sign. he then stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you to place his head atop yours. finally, he bends down to kiss your cheek, rendering you completely mentally inable as you default a pose, not entirely too sure which one whilst you wait for the countdown and the camera flash.

“you guys are so cute!” the photographer exclaims, handing your photobooth strips already. even then you hadn’t regained your senses, relying on nagi to guide you with his hand on the small of your back.

glancing down at the photo strip, you’re stunned into speechlessness at the last photo. you can still remember the feeling of his lips on your cheek, specks of his warmth lingering on your skin whilst you continue trying to register what just happened.

you might explode or something.

“cute,” nagi mumbles whilst putting the photo strip into his wallet, pulling you in by the waist to stand closer to him, whispering in your ear. “i still have one place i want to take you.”

“do you?” you squeak, earning you a nod as he leads you through the park, coming to a stop when you enter a somewhat secluded section that had a sign labelled ‘private picnic rooms’ with various price ranges according to the number of people.

once again, he claims to have a reservation and you’re led by an attendant towards a specific area that had a table scattered with plates of snacks and various decorations. the vibe of the room was incredible with tatami mats, a floor to ceiling glass window that outlook the cherry blossoms, and if you tried hard enough, you could hear a stream running.

“you… really outdid yourself,” you murmur, wandering over to one side of the table, expecting him to sit on the other. instead, he takes the spot right beside you.

you’re not too sure if this layout is how the establishment intended it to be but it is now.

“so you like it?”

“i do. i love everything you’ve done today, you’re too good for me.”

“not true,” he grumbles, too quiet for you to address it further but loud enough for you to hear.

your relationship doesn’t make any sense to you. why is nagi trying so hard to impress you when this relationship was just for beneficial gain? what does he get from booking a pedal boat ride, buying you a (clearly expensive) emerald necklace, then taking you to have a private picnic?

picking up a piece of halved mochi with the provided fork, you give the first bite to nagi who is more than happy to oblige, chewing on it with a satisfied expression.

he’s so cute, you could pinch him.

your eyes then flit over to the decorations on the table, reaching over to the branch of cherry blossoms in a vase before you could think, ripping off one of the sticks with the bloomed flower and putting it in nagi’s hair and behind his ears. his adorableness just tripled.

“aww you look really cute with pink!”

“ya think so?”

“yeah! you’re so pretty nagi,” you reach over to fiddle with the flower, not registering how close you’d gotten to him until you feel his breath fan across your face.

then you comprehend it, frozen in place for a second as you study nagi’s beauty from an angle you hadn’t before. how his snowy hair fanned perfectly over his forehead, the way the light bounced in the reflection of his eyes, and the imperfections that littered across his skin all contributed towards making the pretty being that was nagi seishiro.

he leans in. you freak out, instinctively turning your head.

your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel nagi’s lips brush against the corners of your mouth, lingering there for a moment before parting and the look of hurt that flashes across his face hurts your soul.

did you do the right thing? you thought you did- you know nagi isn’t into you the way you are into him. this relationship was made for media attraction, for him to gain more seconds of fame, so why does he keep acting like you two are real? why does he keep protecting your identity from the internet, why did he wear a disguise when meeting you when he would have wanted to boast that he was taken, why does he want to kiss you?

why does he look so hurt when he didn’t?

this was all so confusing.

tension lingers in the air for the rest of the date. you try to compensate for it by being a little more affectionate, giving in to your desires of openly loving him for the day. nagi’s satisfied.

you don’t notice how the cherry blossom fell from his ear.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

you won’t find answers to your questions for a long time. in fact, the amount of questions you had quadrupled one night when you had spent the day at nagi’s apartment after work one day to watch a tv show that was on his ‘to-watch’ list.

“stay the night?” asks nagi, resting his head on your shoulder to give you his best puppy-dog eyes. you will yourself to not look at him by keeping your gaze firm on the television screen.

“oh this episode sounds good. maybe we can watch this then i’ll get going,” you mutter whilst fiddling with the remote, dutifully ignoring his pleads and the way he tugs at you; something that does not resonate well with him.

“oi. don’t ignore me.”

with a rough exhale, you finally turn towards him. “i can’t.”

“why not? we don’t have work tomorrow.”

“i know but i just feel bad to bother you and take up your space.”

“you’re not botherin’ me. there’s so much space here, it feels empty without you.”

“nagi-”

“-won’t you call me seishiro? or something more romantic?”

the relationship shifts with his very words and you feel the genuine desperation that bleeds from nagi through his tone. when you look him in the eye, part of you shines with hope that maybe your relationship was real and not bred for media benefit.

in this moment of weakness, you let the top of your walls crumble.

“okay, seishiro.”

he beams. a smile so pure that you shatter like glass in his hands. “yay.”

you then find yourself underneath him as he lays his entire body weight over you, pressing you into the comfortable cushions of his couch as his hands delicately run up and down your waist. paralysed with confusion at the amount of love he pours into his touch, you keep forgetting that the higher you climb, the harder the inevitable fall will be.

“stay the night, please?”

how could you say no when he was asking so nicely? “okay, seishiro.”

“yay.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“hey seishiro, are you ready?” you ask, fiddling with your rings as you round the corner of your living room where your oversized boyfriend is lounging across the couch whilst you got ready (boyfriend still feels weird to say even if he has zero problems with addressing himself by that title).

“yeah. let’s go-” he grumbles, cutting himself off when he glances over at you, eyes widening. “-whoa.”

heat rushes to your cheeks whilst nagi continues to shamelessly marvel at you, slowly standing up to cross the distance between you, his hands naturally hovering to hold your hips when he’s close enough. his gaze lingers even longer on the emerald necklace that sits between your collarbones. “like what you see?”

he stays silent for a second, leaving you to anticipate his answer. “we don’t have to go to isagi’s,” he mumbles. “how do we feel about staying in?”

“don’t. your best friend is hosting this party, can’t you at least show up for him?”

the white-haired sulks. “but you look so good. why should i celebrate that shortie instead of you?”

you push his face away, jokingly fed up with your boyfriend’s lazy attitude. “isagi is also my friend and i want to celebrate with him, just for an hour or two and then we can leave. deal?”

“fine.”

twenty minutes later, you arrive at isagi’s place where a good amount of his closest friends had gathered, showing up far earlier than you and nagi did.

truthfully, you were looking forward to isagi’s party since he was not throwing a massive rave where everyone was invited- those always ended up to be more unfortunate than fun in your opinion, and that wouldn’t exactly cater to his shy and sensible character. tonight was a gathering for his friends to hangout and celebrate. some you recognise from the team, some of them must be from high school or elsewhere.

bachira’s cheery face is the first one you see upon arrival, his smile wide as he practically bounces off the walls in excitement and you already begin to wonder just how many desserts and sweets he’s had upon arrival.

“hey it’s the couple of the century!” he exclaims with a wink. nagi keens at bachira’s compliment, all proud and boastful as his hand creeps up to hold your hip protectively. “lookin’ good as always!”

“yo, where’s isagi?” the white haired questions.

“around, i’ll take you to him c’mon!”

the two soccer players are off before you can even count to three, nagi and bachira disappearing into the crowd as the hyperactive boy drags your 190 cm of a boyfriend through the crowd. well, at least he took the gift you both bought with him, but now you feel a little alone and very awkward.

walking around the hallways of isagi’s, you feel a little out of place since most of them seemed to be high school friends. it’s not until you reached the kitchen that you sigh in relief, met with the familiar, friendly faces of chigiri and reo who see you first.

“hey!” the red-haired calls out, waving at you as you walk over to them. “it’s good to see you, y/n, how are you?”

“hey chigiri, hey reo, i’m good! i just arrived but this seems like a cool gathering. isagi’s really outdone himself,” you greet.

“yeah he did. good way to unwind before the soccer season gets too crazy,” reo chips in. “nice outfit by the way, you served!”

“oh shut up, you look amazing yourself. you too chigiri.”

“so… where’s nagi?” the purple-haired asks, checking his phone to see if he had received any texts from his best friend. “didn’t he come with you?”

“yeah but bachira dragged him to go talk to isagi as soon as i arrived. you know how he is.”

after a few more minutes of talking with the two, you finally pause the conversation out of concern about nagi’s whereabouts might be. you thought he’d come and find you after a while but guess you’ll search for him first.

informing the pair first before breaking away, you wander into the rooms where bachira pulled nagi into, blindly hoping that they’ll be in there. to your chagrin, there were only a few unfamiliar faces spread along the couches, discussing something with a drink in their hand. you ignore the sight of otoya and one of isagi’s friends sitting too close for comfort.

when you walk into the next room, you stop in your tracks at the sight in front of you: nagi leaning against the wall with a stranger who clearly has no distinction of personal space, their hand resting on his chest. your heart plunges the bottom of your stomach as distraught settles within you because of the scene unfolding in front of you, chest churning with a distant ache that you can’t put your finger on.

then he looks over at you.

the instinct to turn around and run overpowers any rational judgement, especially when a flurry of emotions begin to well up inside you, causing you to sink further and further in an ocean of doubt and fear.

you had no right to be jealous, not over nagi because you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, he’s not really yours and it’s moment like these that truly humble you into remembering. you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, you’re just his-

“-where are you going?” comes an indifferent voice from behind you. all anxiety floods out of you like a broken dam. a warm, large hand tugs on your wrist and even if he had not spoke, you’d know from touch alone that it was nagi behind you. the multitude of times that he’s spent holding you, intertwining his hand with yours, and cherishing you has forced you to brand him into your memory.

you are his. even if it is not mutual, you would be his until he stomps the fire out.

“i-i thought i was interrupting something,” you stammer, looking into at nagi’s doe eyes.

“you didn’t. actually, you made it better by coming,” he says before wrapping his arms around your torso. “that person wouldn’t leave me alone, such a pain. tried to say i was taken too, so glad you came.”

you return the hug, trusting his words. “glad i came too.”

nagi pulls you out of the water.

“can we leave yet? i don’t wanna be here anymore.”

“just a little longer. i haven’t even seen isagi yet. plus, we should dance.”

he gives you a quick look up and down before nodding in agreement. you smack his shoulder.

you manage to locate isagi rather quickly. he was near the food bar where refreshments and various desserts and snacks laid so after greeting him, wishing him ‘happy birthday’, and chatting with him for approximately five minutes before nagi started getting bitchy, you’re pulled into the dance floor by the white-haired. he said that they were playing a good song when you asked why he was being so impatient.

with a laugh, you give in.

nagi doesn’t really know how to dance but you can’t help but be a little entertained, deciding to end his awkwardness when you grab his hands and lead him through some moves, singing along to the song with each other. it ends with your arms around his neck and his around your waist (again) when a slower song plays.

hiding your face in his chest, you breathe in the subtle aroma of his cologne that you urged him to put on earlier. when he gently prompts you to look up at him with a hand gently pulling on your hair, your breath gets caught in your throat at the close proximity as nagi stares at your lips, glancing up to meet your eyes again before leaning in.

this time you don’t feel as cruel, bracing yourself for the first sip of water after crossing the desert, for the final puzzle piece clicking into place, for the feeling of his lips slotting against yours; for the feeling of completion.

instantly you relax at the sensation, melting into his embrace as you hold onto him a little tighter, wanting more. you want to take as much of him as he’ll allow and even then, you’ll cherish every last part.

you want him the same way the ocean longs for the moon.

parting from him makes you feel empty. the lidded look he gives you is full of temptation and… love?

snapping out of your reverie, you step away from him, using his dazed state to create some distance between the two of you as you come to your senses. senses that scream at you for possibly ruining… this.

you hate that you keep running away from him, leaving him in the dust of the mess that are your feelings. it’s immature, irrational, and downright childish, really it is, but how else can you stop the way you’re about to burst at the seams? how can you stop yourself from devoting yourself fully to nagi seishiro if you don’t forcefully screw the lid over your emotions?

for the second time tonight, the white-haired chases after you because there was never another option. he despises being away from you and despises it even more when it’s him you’re running away from, wanting nothing more than to be by your side at all times.

for the second time tonight, he grabs your wrist but now, he leads you through isagi’s house, weaving through a series of well-kept and simply decorated rooms to finally arrive at a balcony. one that was untouched by the party goers.

“why do you keep doing this?” he asks, pleading for an answer as desperation laces his voice and eyes. “why do you keep running away?”

you’re stunned. he’s hurt by your carelessness and the way you constantly recoil from him as if he was electric, his powerful figure slouching, all his quiet confidence and stubbornness seeping out of him, running to pool at your feet.

“am i doing something wrong? i thought you liked me.”

“i-i’m confused,” you stammer stupidly.

he grows even more perplexed. “you’re confused? i’m even more confused! one second i think you like me then the next, you’re trying to avoid me. why do you keep doing this? i really really like you, y/n. but it doesn’t feel like you like me at all sometimes.”

“no!” you blurt out. “it’s not like that! i do like you, a lot, in fact i might even… love you? it’s just…”

as you try to recap the timeline of your relationship in the past few months, you find yourself at a loss for words as you truly realise the multitude of your stupidity. you might slap yourself in the face.

this entire time, nagi has liked you- genuinely liked you for who you are yet you’ve been denying the love he has been trying to share with you since you internalised it all to be a sham. that someone like nagi seishiro couldn’t want you in the same way you wanted him. you’ve been hurting him this entire time and you don’t know how to begin explaining why.

well… no other option than with one word at a time.

you go to grab both his hands, inhaling. “i didn’t think we got together based on genuine feelings.”

he recoils, eyebrows and nose scrunching.

“i thought you were using me to- i don’t know, trend on the internet by teasing everyone with some sort of secret relationship which sounds so stupid, i know, but i just couldn’t believe that you would want me for me,” you ramble, only stopping to breathe. “these few months have been amazing but i lowkey thought you were going to break up with me and say something like ‘surprise! i’ve never liked you’ before leaving me. i don’t deserve someone like you and-”

“what?”

you shut up.

“you thought you don’t deserve me? that’s the biggest lie i’ve ever heard. you’re perfect. i was the one that got lucky.”

“lucky? you? really?”

“yeah,” he breathes. “you’re like a gift sent by fate.”

that renders you speechless for a little. there’s more to say, you know there is because of the pregnant silence that lingers around the two of you for a little but maybe that’s for another time.

are you dreaming? this feels surreal. maybe you’ll start floating too.

“also, why would i want to trend for any other reason but soccer?”

“i don’t know! you asked me out really abruptly- i’ve never been asked out like that before! talk about confusing. and the paparazzi was waiting for us after too like, what was i supposed to think!”

“i see.”

“yeah.”

more silence.

“so… you love me?” nagi asks and you groan, removing your hands from his to cover your face from embarrassment.

“i guess i do,” you grumble.

“hey, don’t hide from me,” the white-haired says before grabbing your wrists to lower them from your face. “i love you too.”

“really?”

“yeah.”

“that’s cool.”

“it is.”

you do both of you a favour by kissing him fervently.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“sei, shouldn’t you be getting ready for the match or whatever it is you athletes do?” you ask when nagi’s mop of white hair peaks up from behind the door to your physio office.

he steps out from behind the doorframe, crossing the distance to get to you. he’s sporting his blue lock tracksuit with his hands dug into his pocket and you’re a little envious of how comfortable he looks. “i was until i realised you weren’t there. i was waiting for you to show up.”

“well i don’t really have to be there early. i just get there around 20 or so minutes earlier.”

“i see.”

“why, did you want me there or something?” you ask with a cheeky eyebrow raise, poking him in his sides causing him to recoil a little from your touch.

“why else would i walk all this way?”

“a stunning 50 metres- i’m so sorry for your perilous journey,” you comment, placing a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him to set up your box of medical supplies including kinesio tapes, bandages, and cold spray. he slumps down on the waiting couch near the entrance.

your role as blue lock’s official therapist meant that you had to be on standby for the team at all time during official matches. even though you aren’t their nurse, you still bring first aid things like ice packs to minimise the amount of time spent travelling between offices, especially if that distance is not needed.

after scanning the box for the last time and mentally ticking your checklist of materials required to bring, you pat your leg in satisfaction before standing up. “i can go to the field now. there’s probably tape changes that i need to do.”

nagi lazily grins, searching for your hand to help pull himself up. “yay.”

“you need to be warming up while we’re at it.”

“aw. okay.”

the walk back to the field is painless enough with nagi holding onto your hand for dear life whilst carrying your box of supplies for you. for someone who is about to compete in less than an hour, he is surprisingly calm, hardly different from his passive, pacifistic self. should you be nervous on his behalf?

stepping in to the field, you’re overwhelmed by the enormousness of blue lock’s home stadium, the lights shining down on you so brightly that you need a moment to recollect yourself. to think that all these empty seats will be filled with various people scares you mindless; even vacant it was still overwhelming.

“y/n!” isagi’s voice breaks you out of your reverie and he jogs over to you with that friendly smile of his. “what’s up?”

“hey isagi, sei dragged me out of my office,” you grumble before turning around to the white-haired who places your supplies on the ground, instructing him to: “go continue warming up.”

he grumbles something incoherent, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead before running off, leaving you a little flustered as the dark-haired player waits patiently to talk to you.

“so what’s up?”

“i just needed my ankle to be retaped, is that okay?”

“that is my job so come over,” you say, beckoning isagi to one of the benches nearby where you decide to station yourself for the time being.

whilst you’re unrolling the adhesive, he awkwardly sits there with his shoe and sock off, exposing his joint where he already you tape it for him.

“do you want pink or blue tape?” you ask, holding up the two options.

“pink.”

the background noises of athletes shouting and kicking soccer balls fill the silence whilst you cut up the length needed to tape isagi’s ankle.

“how are you and nagi?” he asks.

“we’re good,” you respond, mentally reminding yourself to give isagi a present in exchange for his birthday being the sole reason why your relationship strengthened. “both been busy cause of the season but it’s fine.”

“that’s okay, you’re making it work!” he reassures, “well, nagi is really happy.”

“is he now?” you ask, looking intently at your hands as they worked around isagi’s ankle, hiding your giddy expression from the soccer player. the effect nagi has on you will never disappear.

“yeah! always talks about you to us.”

“does he?”

“of course, why wouldn’t he? swears you’re the best thing to have happened to him in a long time or whatever.”

your heart warms uncontrollably. nagi seishiro was going to be your downfall.

finishing up on isagi’s ankle, he tests it out quickly before thanking you and running off again to blend in with his teammates again. ‘don’t work too hard!’ you yell out after him.

after retaping chigiri’s knee, commanding karasu to do his recommended exercises, and other various checkups, the boys are ushered back into the stadium so the audience could begin filing in. before nagi went in, he runs over to you, bundling you in his arms despite the various exclaims of ‘hurry up!’ yelled at your white-haired partner.

“gotta go,” he says breathily.

“wait, shouldn’t you take this off?” you ask, gesturing to your hair tie which sat snugly at his wrist.

“do i have to?”

“you can always rewear it after the match sei, it’s not a big deal.”

“fine. i’ll see you soon then.”

you give him a smile of reassurance, hugging him back. “go. i’ll be watching, my superstar.”

his eyes shine. “cheer for me, won’t you?”

“of course i will. i’m your lucky charm,” you tease but he takes your statement quite literally, grinning at what you say which only illuminates the cheery look on his face.

“can my lucky charm give me a kiss?”

cupping his face, you quickly place a peck on his nose before lightly pushing him away. you know the kiss is not good enough to satiate his hunger but perhaps that’s just what you want from him, to try hard for a better reward. and in this case, by trying harder, he would bring home the trophy.

“go line up!” you command.

nagi grumbles something before stepping away, “i’ll score for you.”

he dashes towards the stadium entrance, leaving you in a lovesick daze as you watch him retreat. someone clears their throat behind you and you remember where you are, sitting down to preserve some professionalism.

sitting in the medics corner was scary, especially as you watch every seat getting gradually filled with an onslaught of different people, but all you need to do for the 90 minutes is watch and be attentive to the game and the health of the players. an easy job for the amount of pay you get.

when the teams walks out into the field, everyone in the stands erupt into a roar, waving their various flags and colours. despite the chaos, nagi looks over at you and you blow him a kiss, unsure of whether or not he could actually see you.

as everything settles down, the match finally begins, starting off with a bang. from time to time you talk with the two other blue lock medics and spend the other moments admiring your boyfriend in his athletic glory.

it’s not until almost halftime that something disastrous happens. when itoshi rin collides face-first into another player, toppling over on the field on top of each other, the crowd erupts into a series of gasps and concerned noises. as the referee’s whistle is called, you three official blue lock staff scramble to the middle of the field where a crowd was gathering around the two, trying to help their soccer players but stepping out of the way when you approach.

“where are you?” one medic begins asking.

“the stadium. we’re in the middle of a match,” comes rin’s gruff tone.

“you are?”

“itoshi rin.”

“how many fingers am i holding up?”

“four.”

“what hurts?”

“my fucking face,” rin snarkily replies, trying to stand up but not making it past his knees as he stumbles a little, holding on to his nose. “shit.”

taking his hand away, there are droplets of red coating his skin and you snake yourself under his arm in order to assist with helping him to the medic’s area, another nurse doing the same. hopefully it’s not serious and he won’t need be to sent to hospital, only benched by ego. which, he was.

in your panic, you don’t register any of the commotion happening within the players themselves whereas nagi, on the other hand, hears it all clearly. how a player on the team he was playing against says something like ‘look at that cutie. reckon i could cuff ‘em?’ where his friend replies with a ‘yeah dude. seems like a babe to be honest, workin’ as a nurse and shit’, geturing to you.

nagi has never felt such an overwhelming urge to punch someone, to jump the two players and tear them apart with the fury he feels accumulating in his insides.

the whistle to notify that the game was continuing disrupts nagi’s train of thought. he goes back into position but not without snaring at the opposition.

blue lock seems to be doing fine without their number one player for the remainder of the game; in fact, nagi is practically dominating the whole field as he shoots, earning goals left and right for blue lock. he’s moving with unmatched determination; a blazing kind that you’ve never seen from him despite having seen countless of his games. you wonder what happened to him since rin got injured, where did the calm, unbothered nagi go? why are you kind of scared of your boyfriend right now?

maybe your good luck kiss worked in giving him the boost you predicted.

however, you never could have predicted the huge turnaround that your life would take when nagi’s jealousy gets too ahead of itself. when his urge to show the world whose you are outspeaks his rationality, too caught up in the torments of untamed jealousy. he’s never felt this way before; a carnal desire so inherent that it makes him feel bare.

only you could do this to him.

and only you could fix the ugly monster inside him

when blue lock scores the goal needed to take the trophy home, the stadium is deafening, so loud that you need to cover your ears from the unrestrained passion of fans and watchers alike, the buzz of excitement unmatched.

nagi is awarded man of the match, taking home a shiny trophy in recognition of his athleticism and remarkable talents. yet the first thing he does when taking his prize is not rush over to his teammates and… do whatever it is that men do, but to run over to where you reside, a possessive and dark look in his eyes. it sends shivers down your spine.

he sweeps you into his arms, winding you so close that you can feel the body heat radiating from him, even through the fabric of his jersey. the trophy presses against your back.

“can i kiss you?” nagi questions although it sounds more like a demand, especially with that breathy voice due to how much he’s been running around.

short circuiting for a moment, you reply: “but everyone’s watching.”

“let them.”

you’re well aware of the multitude of cameras that may be pointed at you and nagi. if you act stupidly, it will appear on the internet and who knows what repercussions it might bring, are you ready to be thrown into a life of chaos, joining alongside your boyfriend?

the answer is obvious when you take the initiative of kissing him, allowing him to devour you whole: his first act of establishing just exactly who you were to the entire world.

you adore how scandalous this feels.

his second act comes mere minutes later at the exit where paparazzi and media were waiting patiently behind barriers for their star players. this time, instead of leaving alone or with his teammates, there’s an unidentified figure accompanying him, hugged close to his side and proudly wearing his jersey. the very one that boasts ‘NAGI’ along the back. everything descends into chaos.

an immense feeling of deja vu encompasses you when you recall the day nagi asked you out and the overwhelming lineup of paparazzi and photographers that waited for him outside. it’s different now. you feel confident in your place beside nagi, looking perfect to him in his clothes- as if you were meant to be his.

nagi walks in front of you to use his stature to protect from the greedy eyes of the internet whilst you use your hands to cover your face as best as possible, all to ensure your privacy from those who are going to eat these photos up when they see them.

and- well, if everyone is going to see them then why not send a little message whilst nagi’s here?

the kiss nagi sneaks on your neck is entirely proprietorial, a clear sign of affection for the whole world to see as he eyes the cameras with a deadly look in his eyes.

“mine,” he mutters in your ear, sending one last glare over his shoulder before disappearing from their nosiness and intruding flashes.

the cameras can see your hair tie that slips up when his sleeves are tugged too short.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your notifications are rampant the next morning, mostly because of friends, and ‘#nagi seishiro’ has taken the internet by storm once again.

this feeling of anxiety settling in your stomach will never go away whenever you check social media to see if any of your information has been leaked and by whatever miracle, you’re absolutely relieved to see that nothing drastic has been revealed.

speaking of boyfriend, nagi stirs from where he lays beside you, stretching for a moment before patting the bed in search for your warmth.

shutting off your phone and putting it down, you watch him try to locate you, unable to stop the smile from stretching at the corner of your lips. he’s adorable. even more so when he has to open one eye because his instincts were failing him.

“oh. why are you awake?” he asks groggily, still adjusting to consciousness. nagi tries to sit up to rest on his elbows only to fail miserably and fall face-first into his lush pillow.

“body clock,” you say. you’ll talk about yesterday later. right now, it was just you and him and the soft glow of the sun saying good morning.

“turn it off and go back to sleep.”

“fine.”

“c’mere,” nagi beckons you over weakly, hands reaching for your figure but falling short due to the enormous size of his bed.

it’s not like nagi to splurge on things but it is like him to splurge on getting the most comfortable bed ever, so when he demands you to fall back asleep, how could you say no when it feels like napping on a cloud? and with your adorable boyfriend? some things in life come too easy.

shuffling back towards him, he’s quick to throw an arm and a leg around you, trapping you in.

“my body hurts,” whines nagi. “so much.”

“what do you want me to do about that?”

“massage later, please?”

“is that all i am to you?” you question teasingly whilst rubbing hearts into his skin.

“maybe,” he sings.

astounded, you give him your best look of betrayal. “we’re breaking up.”

“no, don’t do that,” nagi pleads, hugging you closer as if you were going to get up from his vice grip in the first place. “don’t be mean.”

“oh sure because i’m the mean one,” you joke as he burrows his head into your neck. instinctively, your hands card through his hair, extra soft from washing it last night. after a moment of silence, you speak up. “you’re trending again because of me so just remember that what i said about our fame-grabbing relationship was true.”

“i didn’t mean for that to happen. i’m just too good,” he takes his head out of your neck, doe eyes looking up at you with heart wrenching awe. “and i love you too much to hide it.”

you pat his cheek, unable to stop a wide, dreamy smile from appearing on your face. “go back to sleep.”

“‘k. goodnight.” the second nagi’s head hits his pillow, he’s out like a light.

it’s a little surreal to be wrapped in his embrace like this, to be able to gaze at his features so closely and unabashedly whilst his arms extend to mould you into him. even being as close as humanly possible isn’t enough for nagi who has an unlimited desire for more, at all times.

if it’s you he wants, then you’ll happily grant it.

the last thing you see before falling into a deep slumber is a hair tie that lies on his bedside table.

#pls be nice to me i'm really fragile rn i'm sorry this wasn't amazing #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro x reader #nagi x you #nagi drabble #blue lock x reader #blue lock nagi x reader #blue lock drabble #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff

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lizzy06 · 4 months ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfic Recs!!(AO3) Pt.2

Main Masterlist

[For part 1 -> Pt.1]

Geto Suguru x Leiri Shoko

Stay by kiwi_on73 (assassin suguru, unplanned pregnancy, friends with benefits, angst, satoru x utahime on side ) Shoko does not knw suguru is is an assassin but get pregnant accidentally...will that make him stay?[COMPLETED] 'tis the damn season by just_trying_my_best_everyday (oneshot, Angst, Friends, Childhood sweethearts) Shoko goes back home for the summer. [COMPLETED] Itadori Yuji x Reader

Cupid by melmeal(oneshot,slice of life, fluff, college au, love confessions) you are cupid, an online love advisor and no one else knows but then something happens and ur identity is reveled to itadori. [COMPLETED]

Fushiguro Toji x Reader

Photograph by Daisynik(Angst, Hurt/comfort, Highschool)you are paired with the scary boy Toji for the group project and then u meet him years later. [COMPLETED] The Shadow by kakashi_mole (Reader is toji's wife(Megs mom )Grief/Mourning, Marriage, pregnancy) Toji returns his wife's ashes to the sea. [COMPLETED] Friday Night by baowow (Fluff, Humour)- You’re just trying to do your job until a DILF and his cute son enters your workplace fifteen minutes before close. [COMPLETED] Since way back by mmothhmann (ex's, reader has a stalker, parent-teacher, elementary school au, slight gojo x reader) You meet your ex boyfriend after 10 years in a parent teacher conference of his kid and apparently....He doesn't remember you [ONGOING] Ecstasy by bambiteareyes (unplanned pregnancy, angst, gojo x reader on side) You are pregnant with toji's first child even though you barely know each other....before that u were friend with benefit with satoru [ONGOING]

Todo Aoi x Reader

I am your biggest fan by nariveri (oneshot, Idiots in love, Rival relationship, Enemies to lovers, fluff and crack, humour) Takada-chan’s super fans go from enemies to lovers. Who could’ve seen it coming? [COMPLETED] The verdict is not subject to appeal by nezokawakun (soulmate au, comedy) Soulmate AU, where the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate. [COMPLETED] Idol fan wars by daisynik(Fake dating, enemies to lovers, fluff/ humour) You are both #1 fans of Takada-chan so when she starts giving you both special treatment cuz she think u are a couple...u continue the ruse and eventually... it turns to more than what both of u expected. [COMPLETED] Just for the Summer by GoldExperience86 (oneshot, smut, light angst)When you propose a summer fling with Todo, you entrust him not to get attached. But whose heart will be broken when the summer ends? [COMPLETED] Lucky by LazyPerfectionalist (oneshot, smut, fluff, crack)-You meet someone desperate to win a competition. [COMPLETED] Thriller Night by Vanya_Instance (oneshot, one bed trope, fluff,humour) After completing a mission away from kyoto, you and Todo look for rentals to stay the night but they only have a room left![COMPLETED] Making Me sweat by daisynik (oneshot, smut) With your new year resolution to be fit, you go to your apartments fitness center where you meet your loud mouth neighbor ...he offers you a certain kind of workout.. and after some thought u take him up for it. [COMPLETED]

Zenin Naoya x Reader

First, it hurts- by SlightlyCareless (Arranged Marriage, Angst, Fluff and angst) You were married off to Naoya...Your new purpose was clear: to serve and submit, to be seen and not heard. To forget any sense of individuality in favor of obeying your husband. Will this ever change? [ONGOING]

Choso x Reader

Thinner than blood by Eevee_300(strangers to lovers, Marriage of convenience) You, the spare of the gojo family is forced to marry anybody from the kamo clan and u pick the 'stain of the kamo clan'.[ONGOING]

Kamo Noritoshi x Mai

Pent up by VFY23 (kinda friends with benefits) Kamo is pent up, mai notices and they fuck each other. [COMPLETED]

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chrollogy · 4 months ago

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𐙚 YUE’S MASTERLIST

notes: MDNI. this isn’t a complete list of my works, drabbles/thirsts can be found under my brainrot tag. divider: cafekitsune.

—this post includes writings for the following fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Genshin Impact, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Obey Me!

HAIKYUU!!

From Me To You Miya Atsumu (short series)

synopsis: A spontaneous winter break trip to Shizuoka with your friends strains your sanity as you try to keep your uncontrollable feelings for Miya Atsumu at bay.

tags: college au, requited unrequited love, mutual pining, fluff, angst, light smut

Limelight Miya Atsumu (short series)

synopsis: An inebriated one night stand in the City of Love with a mystery man loops you into the shackles of a chaotic scandal after finding out that he’s a professional volleyball player for the MSBY Black Jackals, and also a part of the men’s national olympic volleyball team. This wouldn’t be a huge problem if the tabloids didn’t stir up rumours about your relationship with a co-artist months prior. Now, the media thinks you’re a cheater.

With your reputation on the line as Japan’s treasured artist, you’re forced to navigate through the ropes of publicity stunts with Miya Atsumu—acting like a make-believe sugary couple under the watchful gaze of newshounds, and observant fans until the scandal dies down. It’s all strictly business until feelings get involved.

tags: fake dating au, pop artist!reader, requited unrequited love, mutual pining, fluff, angst, explicit smut

Signed: Lovesick Fool Iwaizumi Hajime (mini series)

synopsis: After a sudden realisation that you’re in love with your best friend, you use the university confessions page as an outlet for your feelings which draws the attention of the campus. But as you write more, Iwaizumi can’t help but connect the dots, soon coming to a conclusion that he’s the topic of the recent popular anonymous confessions.

OR, All it takes are three anonymous love confessions for Iwaizumi Hajime to figure out that they’re about him.

tags: college au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff

Just A Little Longer Miya Atsumu

synopsis: The moment Atsumu asked you to come over, he knew he was hopelessly in love with you, especially after stupidly confessing his true feelings mid-orgasm. Though, he couldn’t help but lie about it just to keep you, even for a little longer.

tags: friends with benefits, unrequited feelings, hurt/no comfort, explicit smut, angst

Eighteen Thousand Kilometres Oikawa Tooru

synopsis: Your high school lover suddenly breaks up with you to chase his career in another continent. Ten years later, you unexpectedly bump into him, and feelings that were once buried with time resurface once again but you know better than to let it consume you.

tags: ex lover!oikawa, breakup, angst, hurt/no comfort, light smut

A Lover’s Unwritten Script Kuroo Tetsurou

synopsis: A-list actor, Kuroo Tetsurou—your ex lover—is still shamelessly in love with you. It doesn’t help how the intimate scenes you film together feels like a trip down to memory lane where you held each other’s hearts in the past. Despite Kuroo’s best efforts to keep the bubbling feelings at bay, he shamelessly bares the truth that lay inside his heart during a private rehearsal with you—in hopes to rekindle the once passionate relationship you two shared.

tags: actor au, ex-lover!kuroo, implied breakup, mutual pining, exes to lovers, light angst, explicit smut, fluff

Sunset Dreams Kageyama Tobio

synopsis: The tall, raven-haired surf instructor catches your attention during a private surfing lesson with your friends but due to circumstances, there was no space for small talk. Later that afternoon, you cross paths once again at a beach club—a sign from the universe to grab the opportunity, and get to know him better. This quickly leads to a turn of events where you both end up naked in bed, and eager to explore each other’s bodies but there’s just one thing though, he’s a virgin.

tags: beach au, surf instructor!/surfer!kageyama, alcohol use, beach romance, explicit smut, virginity loss (m)

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GENSHIN IMPACT

Epitome of Sin Zhongli, Neuvillette

synopsis: Neuvillette doesn’t know why he agreed to such a brazen proposal from his lover—that is, to sit and watch while the ex-Geo Archon shamelessly takes you for his pleasure.

tags: cuckolding, explicit smut, masturbation (m)

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HUNTER X HUNTER

My Turn Hisoka Morow

synopsis: Hisoka turns into a complete mess all because of a strap on.

tags: pegging/use of strap on, bottom!hisoka, top!reader, porn without plot, explicit smut

The Cost Of Devotion Chrollo Lucilfer

synopsis: When Chrollo Lucilfer is assigned to go undercover, and kill a billionaire’s daughter, he finds himself breaking the most sacred rule of the underworld—that there should be no feelings involved. The consequences of his actions backs Chrollo into a corner where he has to choose between fulfilling his job or following his heart at a risky price.

tags: undercover assassin!chrollo, bodyguard!chrollo, billionaire’s daughter!reader, dark content, angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death, soft smut

Seconds Away From Insanity Chrollo Lucilfer

synopsis: Cockwarming Chrollo, ‘nuff said.

tags: cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie, porn without plot, explicit smut

Silken Web Chrollo Lucilfer, Hisoka Morow

synopsis: Hisoka’s ‘generosity’ allows Chrollo to fuck you in front of him after he’s seen the way the latter has looked at you. Though, the redhead cannot help but join in on the fun despite being the cuck—he has his ways, he always does.

tags: cuckolding (hisoka), voyeurism, threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, anal (f), edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, porn without plot, explicit smut

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

Moon Tie Geto Suguru

synopsis: During a private session with your rigger—Suguru Getou—you tell him to tie you up naked, and it takes all his professionalism not to take you right then and there.

tags: rigger!geto, bottom!reader, exhibitionism, japanese bondage (shibari/kinbaku), semi-public sex, explicit smut

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OBEY ME!

The Act of Spite Satan, Lucifer

synopsis: The Avatar of Wrath knows just what would infuriate the prideful demon the most—that is, fucking you against the door to Lucifer’s secret office, all while he’s inside it.

tags: exhibitionism, established relationship with Satan, semi-public sex, explicit smut, masturbation (m)

More, More, More Mammon

synopsis: One orgasm is never enough for Mammon, he’s greedy for it. Well, he’s the Avatar of Greed after all. He lives up to the name, of course, proudly so.

tags: explicit smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, demon fucking, cum eating

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#chrollogy #masterlist #haikyuu #genshin impact #jujutsu kaisen #obey me

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personasintro · 1 year ago

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Mutual Help | #36

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.5k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

"Ow, what the fuck," Jungkook yelps loudly, straightening himself so quickly that he almost knocks you in the face with his forehead. "It hurts!" he whines.

"Man up," you scold him, pushing his head back to the pillow that's on your lap.

You're met with a deep scowl of hurt on his face mixed with a glare he's giving you, but you ignore him. In his defense, it was your idea to have a pampering night and you practically forced him to put a face mask too. In your defense, he's the one who kept complaining about that one pimple on his cheek that you so gladly (because you're such a good friend) have decided to take care of. He could easily pop it himself but like you said, you're such a good friend that you told him to lay down, even made it comfortable for him, and started taking care of his face.

It's been two days since you and Jungkook made up. You've been feeling like a shit even after apologizing, knowing the fault is mostly on your part, and that's why you've decided to call him over in hopes he'll agree. A small part of you knows that the reason for wanting to hangout with him is mostly because you need to assure yourself the two of you are fine. Maybe popping out his pimple isn't the best solution of how to assure yourself but you already know that you're just fine and there hasn't been any permanent damage done to your friendship.

"Do you have to do it so harshly?" he scolds you in return, flinching when you press a little too hard but it's the final touch as you pop it out with enthusiastic yelp. Yes, a perfectly fine friendship.

"Hand me the make-up removal pads please," you tell him, ignoring his scolding as he obeys and hands them to you.

You wipe his face again, using toner right after as he finally allows himself to relax knowing the worst part is already behind him.

"All done." you call out excitedly, slapping his cheeks a few times as the glare is back, making sure you see it before he sits up.

By the time you're cleaning and tossing all the used and dirty pads to the bin, putting your skin care products back to its place in your bathroom, Jungkook is watching a movie you turned on. The pink rabbit headband that held his hair from his face is long gone, tossed on your coffee table.

You plop on the seat next to him, feeling fresh from the mask and products you put on your face. Both your and Jungkook's faces are glowing from your effort, despite Jungkook's previous protests.

The two of you go back watching the movie you so successfully ignored from the beginning, not really minding you've no idea what's the movie about in the first place, well if you don't count Jungkook reading the description of it when you were choosing one.

"Where will you be on New Year's Eve?" Jungkook asks, eyes still attached to the television as he munches on the popcorn you prepared at the beginning of the movie.

Christmas is getting closer each day, so is New Year's Eve. It used to be a tradition between you, Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung to celebrate New Year together as a group of friends. However, last year Jungkook celebrated separately with Kiko and her family in Japan. From what you can remember, he felt really bad about not living up to your unspoken tradition and even debated whether he should go. As much as you wanted to celebrate New Year's Eve with him, it'd be selfish of you to say and admit that to him knowing he'd probably stay.

It was kind of a last minute plan as Kiko's family invited them to celebrate New Year's Eve with them. You still remember him stressing over the phone when they started dating and he was about to meet her parents. He was so stressed and almost frightened, trying to think of ways to impress them. But you told him he doesn't have to do anything, just be himself because he's already enough. He's Jungkook for fucks sake. There possibly couldn't be a better boyfriend for her and her parents.

And just like you told him that night, they loved him the second she introduced him to them and a huge rock fell off his heart.

So last year, you celebrated it without Jungkook, just you, Jimin, Taehyung and a few of their friends in the city watching fireworks and just having fun. However, Jungkook made sure to call you and your friends a little after midnight to wish you a Happy New Year. It's a pity Jimin and Taehyung were too wasted to even remember him calling.

To hear him asking you about your plans this year spark a new set of curiosity and excitement inside you, wondering if he's going to spend it with you and the boys again.

"Not sure," you answer, eyes already set upon him as he glances at you and chuckles at your big eyes that are widened with curiosity. "Why?"

He puts away the bowl with popcorn in it, dusting his hands off as he clears his throat. "Jin's family has this cabin like, four hours away from Seoul and he invited me, including you, to spend the New Year's Eve there. Tae and Jimin already agreed to come."

You're a little shocked to hear Taehyung and Jimin already agreed, considering none of you mentioned it to you. You talked on the phone with Taehyung the other day, wanting to make sure he's feeling okay but he only assured you Jimin exaggerated like always and he caught a little cold but is fine. It's weird how their friendship sometimes reminds you of you and Jungkook.

And you also talked to Jimin, mainly telling him not to tell anyone that you and Jungkook were never really dating and it was all fake.

"I wouldn't say that to anyone else and I won't, I promise." he promised you, his soft voice resounding from your phone.

Well, you didn't mean anyone else because you know Jimin wouldn't go around and talk about your private business. You were talking about Taehyung. Not because you don't want him to know, but because you want to be the one who tells him.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun." you offer him a smile, glad you've already got plans. If he didn't ask you, you'd probably stay a few days longer with your parents.

"Yeah," he says, smiling but he looks away for a second as he clears his throat, gaining your attention once again as you stare at him with a confusion written on your face. "I think you should know Kiko is coming too." he says, making it sound as if he's warning you of her presence.

Oh. Well, that's expected. This is what Jungkook was talking about, right? There will be a time when you and her will see each other again.

You've to admit, you're not that pleased at the sudden news which if you thought about it, could've been quite obvious. Of course, he's not going to spend NYE without her. But it doesn't really matter whether you're pleased with it or not, you could always decline his invitation. What matters is how careful Jungkook looks and sounds, almost as if he's expecting you to throw a tantrum or something. Kiko is still a very touchy subject in your conversations and you feel sorry because you're the reason behind it this time.

"Okay?" you let out a chuckle, but it sounds forced even to your ears. "Don't look at me like that, Kook. I'm not gonna bite your or her head." you joke, seeing him letting out a chuckle as he shakes his head.

"I just want everything to go fine." he says gently, features softening as he looks at you.

"I don't think that's just up to me but you don't have to worry about my part. I respect your decision."

He eyes you for a moment, almost as if he's looking for you to crack and laugh in his face, but you seem to be honest and even offer him an assuring smile before you take the bowl from the coffee table he put there.

"Thank you." You hear him say, glancing at him to be met with an appreciative smile before he takes the bowl from your lap.

"Hey! I had it first!"

"No, you didn't."

And just like that, everything is back to normal. You just hope it'll stay like that.

"C'mon, just one drink."

You hate intrusive people, especially if they're guys, drunk guys. It seems like an irritated twist of your features are not enough to flick off this guy. Who even let him in? He looks like he's in late forties, in a club with a bunch of horny young adults. On other hand, he doesn't look as if he could be dangerous or a pervert, but he is annoying which you ascribe to the alcohol flowing in his system. Even from your safe distance behind a bar, you can notice the flash in his reddened eyes and the laziness in his motions.

He's been here for the past ten minutes, not leaving even as you take the orders and pour others a drink. It seems like he's solely focused on you which scares you a bit and you glance hesitantly at Yunhyeong, the security in his thirties, deciding you'll give him the signal if this man won't leave in the next five minutes.

"I can't drink, I'm working sir. I'm sorry." you decline him for what seems like a hundredth time by now.

"Oh, that's a shame," he gasps out dramatically and drunkenly, most importantly, slapping his hands against the counter. "Let me at least buy you a--"

"Aren't you too old to hit on younger ladies?"

Your head shoots up in the direction of the incoming voice, audible enough for you and the man to hear as your eyes widen in shock. There's an edge in his tone, purposely calling out the man for his intrusiveness and maybe even his age, as you see the young guy almost smirking when he sees the older man's brow twitch.

You're speechless at his forwardness and bravery you guess, considering the guy looks twice bigger than the man that approached the two of you. He looks young, even younger standing just a meter from the man who's obviously older than you or him. His height does make him look a little bit older but you can tell he's around your age. But wow, he looks handsome as he eyes the older man waiting for his response while he stutters over one.

The black leather jacket clings to his upper body perfectly and if you look over the counter, maybe you'd be able to appreciate his skinny legs more. It's hard to describe what his real hair color is, the club's lights distort its color but it looks brown. A light brown.

"Aren't you old enough to be in this club, kid?" The older man reacts, drunkenly just like you expect him to, but his words are able to be understood.

You look at the guy who seems completely unbothered by the jab about his age, as if he expected nothing less of him. "Old enough to know when a woman is not interested."

Your jaw drops, eyes widening as the man tries to straighten up but he stumbles a little, almost knocking the bar stool next to him. He looks at you, your eyes immediately going to the young handsome guy for help, but before he can jump to the rescue again, he lets out a big puff of annoyed breath.

"Whatever."

He turns around and stumbles into the dancing crowd, causing a few people to curse at him until he disappears and is in a safer distance from you. The young man stays in his place, glancing at you and doesn't hesitate to open his mouth as soon as your eyes meet.

"Are you okay?" he scoots closer, standing where the older man was standing just a few seconds ago.

"Yeah, thanks for that." you tell him, offering him a humorous chuckle even though you don't find it funny.

If this guy hasn't approached you, you'd just give a signal to Yunhyeong and he'd take care of it. But it's not comfortable to be in this situation nevertheless and at the end of the day, you're thankful he decided to step in before you had to call an actual bouncer and maybe cause a scene.

"Don't mention it, I'm shocked no one else came to rescue you," he tells you, still eyeing you with worried eyes which is crazy because he doesn't know you. "Can I buy you, I don't know... orange juice?" he asks, laughing as you join.

"Shouldn't I be the one buying you a drink?" you ask in return, corners of your mouth twitching in a smirk as he looks down for a moment with a smile on his lips. Damn, he's cute and hot at the same time.

"Of course not, you're a lady." he says with a grin causing you to laugh at his comment. He does look like he's amused and just said it to lighten up the mood, but there's a little spark of honesty when he keeps looking at you.

"Well, this lady should thank you again for your help and maybe offer you a free drink." you propose.

He smiles at you shaking his head. "I could not possibly take that, besides, I asked first."

You amusingly roll your eyes, "My drinks here are free, perks of me working here."

"I'd still like to buy you that non-alcoholic drink or whatever you prefer. Please, let me do it, you're crushing my ego right now."

"Men and their egos," you feign an annoyance causing him to grin at you innocently, "Okay, I'll take you on your offer and pour myself orange juice."

From the corner of his eyes, you see him pleasingly grinning at you in triumph as he slaps a few cash on the counter. You take it, giving him the money change as he's already shaking his head and puts his hands in surrender, but he probably doesn't know you've one male best friend with a huge ego and stubborn ass to deal with on a daily basis. You're quicker than him, already opening your mouth.

"You've your ego and I've got mine, so take the change." you tell him sternly but there's a pinch of amusement in your voice as he eyes you, sighing in defeat as he takes it.

"Thanks," he says, stuffing his wallet into the pocket of his jeans as he gives you a smile. "Umm, yeah, I should probably go. Have a nice rest of the night." he says somehow awkwardly, still lingering on the same spot.

You almost feel your cheeks flush at his cuteness and obvious awkwardness of his uncertainty, but you appear confident as you give him a great view of your smile. "You too, thank you..." you look at him questionably and he almost jumps at the opportunity to introduce himself.

"Haneul, I'm Haneul."

"Haneul," you let his name roll off your tongue with a tint of teasing. Fuck, are you seriously subtly flirting with him just like that? "Thank you, Haneul."

He nods, looking at you in expectation and you see it in his eyes, having this urge to tease him a little as he chuckles in amusement when he recognizes your bad attempt of trying to hide your grin. "Won't you tell me your name?"

And you do want to tease him for a second but you can already see a group of people approaching your side of the bar, so you let out a giggle as he joins you. "Y/N, I'm Y/N." you repeat his previous words only revealing your name this time as he nods, muttering your name under his breath.

He gives you a slight wave, showing his nice smile at you for the last time as you wave at him back, feeling your cheeks flushing as he turns around.

"Dude, where were you? Was the line to the restroom that big?" One of the guys approaches him before he has Haneul in a headlock, both guys laughing as Haneul tries to push him off.

There's a small smile on your lips for the rest of the night, your mind going back to him a few times when you actually have the time to just rest for a while. Unfortunately, there's no sight of him for the rest of it too.

On the other hand, Jungkook has completely different worries. After he finished editing photos of his recent project, he joined Kiko to watch a reality show she's been watching already. They've been sitting there, Kiko cuddled up to his side as he lazily stares at the huge screen of his television, for at least twenty minutes now. She looks too immersed to notice Jungkook's puzzled look while he slowly strokes her forearm.

"Kik?" he breathes out, voice coming out as a murmur.

She hums in response before she tilts her head upwards to look at him, finally seeing the little hesitance he seems to be fighting with. This causes her to pay more attention to him, straightening herself to have a better look at him.

"You know about our plans for New Year's Eve?" he starts slowly, mentally cringing because he's probably making a bigger deal out of this than it's necessary. Fuck, this is pretty much similar to that time when he talked to you about the same topic.

"Of course, I know. We talked about it on Tuesday." she chuckles lightly, the sound causing Jungkook to smile before he continues with what he started.

"I talked to Y/N and she's coming too." he says simply, not really sure how else to say it.

Obviously, Kiko has already been informed that Jin invited you as well since he's friends with Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung. You're a part of their group and Jin knows you've always, well most of the time if we don't count last year when Jungkook went to Japan, celebrated New Year's Eve together as friends. Jin is also known for hosting parties and wanting to have as many friends there as possible, plus he's seen you a few times and even invited you to his wedding. Which obviously had to do something of you 'dating' with Jungkook back then, but it doesn't matter. You were invited and Jungkook wouldn't want it any other way. He'd ask Jin anyways if you could've come if he didn't ask himself.

Jungkook was delighted when Jin mentioned you when they were speaking about the NYE plan. He can't lie, he froze for a moment when he realized this means you and Kiko will be seeing each other way sooner than he thought. And with your recent argument, he wasn't so sure if the timing was right. But you talked about it and you agreed to come as well which eased his nerves.

"Oh, okay." she says lightly, making herself comfortable once again as she leans her head against Jungkook's shoulder.

He's pleased with an easy 'okay' but still, he's dumbfounded by the short and curt response. "Okay?" Jungkook mumbles, causing her to look at him as she chuckles at his big doe eyes staring confusingly forward.

"What do you want me to say?" She laughs a little.

"I don't know," he says honestly, "How do you feel about it?"

She stares at him for a moment, releasing a sigh as she sits up and turns to him. "Honestly?"

Oh, this doesn't sound right.

He's not sure how he'd react if she told him she's not happy about you coming too. A little tension is probably inevitable on both parts. At the end of the day, it is what it is and he expects at least awkwardness when the two of you will see each other again. On another note, it's not like if Kiko admitted her discomfort or plainly said to him that she doesn't want you to go (even if she probably wouldn't do that), he'd do nothing about it. You've already been invited and he's not an asshole to disinvite you. He wants you there and that's the end of it. You're coming and that's it.

"Honestly." Jungkook responds, patiently waiting for her to say what she thinks as she gives him a little breathy chuckle looking down at her lap.

"I know you guys stayed friends and I don't have anything against her. I know she probably doesn't like me, not after I hurt you..." she mumbles the last part, shamefully looking at her lap as she fumbles with her fingers. "It's not like I blame her."

"Listen, I talked about this with her and she's fine. She's just having my back." Jungkook assures her, gently grabbing her fidgeting hands as she finally stops and looks into his eyes.

"Are you sure that's it?"

"Hm?" Jungkook widens his eyes in confusion.

"Are you sure she's just having your back?" She watches his brows frown in even bigger confusion. "You guys dated. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure there's nothing going on between you two now,"

And she knows she can trust him and he'd never do anything to hurt her. He's way better than her. She told him that many times.

"But I do feel weird about the thought of her being there. But," she quickly jumps to add, "that doesn't mean I don't want her there. I know she's still your best friend, you said it yourself. I'm sorry, I'm probably not making any sense right now. I do think it'll be weird but honestly, I don't mind her coming if that's what you're worried about."

Well, he's probably more worried about you having her head the moment you see her, rather than Kiko's thoughts of you coming too.

"I'm trying to be as understanding as I can. But Kookie, she's your ex after all." she points out and Jungkook closes his eyes for a moment without realizing.

Fuck. That's right.

When you talked on the phone the other day, you confessed that you told Jimin about the whole fake dating thing. Even without seeing your face, Jungkook came to the conclusion you're being careful about the topic and it took you a few seconds until you started rumbling.

"I'm sorry I told Jimin without speaking to you first. I was just so angry at myself for bringing Kiko into our conversation and Jimin was the only friend with me at that moment, plus he kept bringing up us dating which he actually brought up a few times way before that and I just felt like an asshole for lying to him, so I just told him and I don't..."

You spoke like that, quickly and rumbling that Jungkook barely caught onto any of your words, for at least a good minute before Jungkook cut you off.

Understanding as always, he told you it's fine and he'd tell him the truth too if it came down to it.

That conversation over the phone, you telling Jimin, caused Jungkook to think about other people too. Taehyung doesn't know, apparently you made Jimin promise he won't tell, but you both want him to know too.

The other person Jungkook thought about is sitting right next to him, her brown eyes boring into his as she stares at him with a soft look. Telling her the truth, especially now that you've been brought up not as his best friend but as his ex, feels right. He is a little scared of a possible reaction, maybe the slight embarrassment of stooping so low to get her back. That doesn't mean he regrets it.

Back then, it was just a simple thought that crossed his mind and he asked you; "How would you feel if I told Kiko the truth?"

There was a silence for a split second before your amused chuckle resounded from Jungkook's speaker, his heart relaxing. "Jungkook, I don't think I've anything to do with that. You can tell her, it's your relationship. I think it'll ease up a lot of things, plus she won't think I'm your ex."

Attentive as always, Jungkook made sure to get your permission to tell Kiko that you and him were never really dating and it was all for a show. He thinks you've a say in this and at least you should know that he wants to tell her.

On the other hand, you think that you've nothing to do with that because it's Jungkook's relationship, just like you told him.

'I think it'll ease up a lot of things.' Your voice is fully settled in his memory, thinking that you're right.

Him telling the truth right now, now that she has told him how she feels about you celebrating New Year's Eve in the same cabin with them, could ease up her worries.

"I don't think you should worry about that," Jungkook speaks up carefully, letting out a faint sigh as he closes his eyes for a moment. Here we go, you got this, he has to mentally encourage himself to spill it out before he takes a breath. "About her being my ex."

"What are you talking about, Kookie?" she breathes out, voice laced with confusion and curiosity as she takes his hands. She's the one who squeezes his hands this time, having a weird feeling about this.

He does feel a little embarrassed to finally spit the truth out. He faked a relationship with you to get her back. If he hadn't done it, he wouldn't be most likely looking into his girlfriend's eyes right now. Their second try of a relationship caused a lot of hurt to both of them, notwithstanding that the cause of Kiko's biggest mistake she has ever made. But he can't look back at it every time, he doesn't want to hide things from her. If he wants this relationship to work, honesty is the key. She wasn't honest at first and look, where it had brought them.

On the other hand, they're perfectly fine right now. It affected Jungkook to the point he has his own doubts, staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night wondering if his decision will backfire on him. Kiko has promised to never hurt him again, never broke his trust and to a certain point, he wants to believe her. He believes her because he loves her and sees how much her own mistake affected her too. She's broken inside too.

He has never addressed it directly to her, but he noticed and could feel her pain whenever she's trying to look elsewhere, avoiding his big eyes and whenever he'd catch them, they would be slowly filling with tears. She's the main reason their relationship and Jungkook has suffered a lot of pain, but that doesn't mean her emotions aren't valid.

And now it's time to get through Jungkook's ego and doubtful thoughts. They both have to try if they want to stay together.

"Me and Y/N were never dating," he says, surprisingly letting his voice come out steady and loud enough for her to fully understand what he has just said. "The whole relationship was fake."

He finds the courage to look her in the eyes, not surprised by the silence that follows right after he spills the truth out. She looks confused, understandably confused, as she blinks a couple of times before she lets out a breathy chuckle.

"It was fake? I don't understand that," she mutters, "You kissed each other, looked like you--you looked like a real couple. Were you just faking it this whole time?"

Fuck, it sounds even worse now she said it.

"Yeah?" Jungkook presses his lips tightly, trying to find the urge to take one of the cushions and hide his face from her.

"Why would you fake it?" she asks, voice tender and sounding curious.

"Isn't it obvious?" he lets out a chuckle, similar to the one Kiko let out just a seconds ago. "I wanted you back. Somehow, my twisted mind thought if you saw me with another woman, maybe you'd realize you still love me." Fuck, can he lock himself up in the room now?

It sounds awful when he says it like this. No one else would be able to do this with him, only you. He'd never use you to get something only he wants. Now as he looks at it, he feels guilty for bringing you into it and faking a relationship with him. It's not like he regrets it. He enjoyed your time together and he knows if you didn't want to do it, you wouldn't. You both got what you wanted. You helped each other. You were the one that assured him everything is fine no matter how many times Jungkook expressed his deeper thoughts.

He knows he's overthinking most of the stuff because he truly cares for you and wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt you.

"Oh, Kookie," Kiko gets him out of the short trance, her hands cupping Jungkook's face. "I still loved you back then. I just had to end our relationship because I know I'd only hurt you," And she did hurt him, badly. But look at them now, they got over it. Or at least they're trying.

She looks at him with a gentle look, corners of her lips lifting to a smile. "You were trying to win me back this whole time?"

All he can do is pathetically nod in response, causing her to giggle as she kisses him. He's surprised, not expecting her to have such a light reaction. She pulls away from the peck she gave him, leaning their foreheads together.

"I thought it was real. I've never thought it could be fake."

Jungkook gulps, not quite sure what to say to that. He feels a sudden discomfort from her words. "Yeah," he murmurs, breathing out a chuckle. "I mean... I told you there's nothing going on between me and Y/N before."

"You did," she hums, "But I thought you moved on. Don't get me wrong, I know she's your best friend but you guys are just so close... so finding out you're dating was shocking but in a different way."

Shocking that she couldn't believe he moved on so easily, but not so shocking when she found out it's you who he is dating. It made sense to a certain point. You're one of the closest women in his life and he was heartbroken. For all she knew, maybe you were the one secretly in love with him even though she doubted it. On another note, she couldn't believe he started dating someone he assured he'll never date because they're just friends.

Like every girlfriend, she had her own doubts at the beginning of their relationship but she knew Jungkook is loyal and would never lie to her like that. It didn't take long for her to fully trust him and see for herself that you're more like a sister and brother who keep bickering around. She has never seen Jungkook act around other women like that. He really treated you like he treated Jimin and Taehyung, the only difference it's he's more protective of you.

"It sounds stupid, that idea of mine... but it worked."

Kiko giggles at that, pressing another kiss to his pouty lips. "It did," she hums, "God, I spent hours crying my eyes out when I first saw her with you."

Is he supposed to apologize? He feels like he should. "I never planned on making you cry," he says instead. "I never wanted to hurt you by doing that. It was all just so I could get you back."

"Hobi thought you did," Kiko murmurs, her hands slowly sliding off Jungkook's cheeks and defined jaw as she drops them in her lap.

When she notices Jungkook's confused frown, she sighs. "He thought you started dating Y/N because you wanted to hurt me, just like I hurt you."

Jungkook is speechless. It all makes sense now. The protectiveness he had for her, making him suspecting if there are any deeper feelings involved. Something that many people suspected of you and Jungkook. However your and Jungkook's friendship is still different from Hoseok's and Kiko's. You're one of a kind.

The constant glares he's been giving you, suspecting your 'relationship' causing you to freak out more than once. The only difference is that Hoseok wasn't suspecting you to be fake dating, or maybe he was, but the main reason behind his attitude was the thought of Jungkook purposely trying to hurt Kiko. And that's not true.

"I'm sorry about him."

"I'm sorry he thought I'd ever want to hurt you like that." Jungkook admits.

Hoseok is not only Kiko's friend. He's also Jungkook's and the fact that Hoseok thought he's purposely hurting Kiko by dating you, doesn't sit well with him.

"Everyone thought you and Y/N would never happen, you guys always insisted on that and then all of a sudden you started dating. So rather than him thinking you guys genuinely like each other that way, he thought you've an ulterior motive." she says gently, not wanting to sound as if she's defending Hoseok and making it seem as if Jungkook is the bad guy here. That's not it.

She just doesn't want him to think that Hoseok would think such a thing out of nowhere, she's simply stating how Hoseok was feeling about it.

"My ulterior motive would never be to hurt you." he deadpans, causing her to quickly jump to react.

"Of course not," she agrees, "I know that. Hobi is just... protective. I know I'm the one who hurt you, that's why I told him to leave you guys alone and let it go. He was just being my friend. Those few months after our break-up were so hard for me. I know I don't deserve to be sad when I'm the one who screwed this up, I damaged our relationship and it'll never be the same no matter how much we can act like it will. But... what I did, will haunt me for the rest of my life and I'll have to live with it."

"I don't think you don't deserve to be sad," Jungkook murmurs, staring at his tattooed knuckles as he needs to have a clear head, instead of looking into those soft brown eyes. "It's your feelings and I know you regret it. I chose to give this relationship a second try, it wouldn't be fair of me to constantly hold that against you."

"And I'm thankful for that," she says immediately, catching his eyes as he looks up at her with a neutral look. "I don't think I deserve it but I can't imagine not being with you. I love you too much. Those months were so hard for me. Not even me staying in Japan helped that much. I could barely eat, I'd just cry until I fell asleep and even my dreams were filled with you. And Hobi was there for me all along. Even though he knew I made a mistake, he was the only person who never truly judged me."

If he looks at it impartially, he can understand that. If it were you, he'd never be able to judge you and he'd be there for you no matter what kind of wrong thing you'd do. But when he looks at it as a person who's completely involved in it, as Jungkook – Kiko's boyfriend, he does feel a little bitter. Not out of jealousy. But because of what she's saying.

"I don't question your feelings, Kik. From the regret and hurt I see in your eyes every day, I can understand you haven't had it easy too. But the part of me, the still hurt one, just feels... weird right now. You made a mistake and I told you I won't hold it against you. But as we're talking about this... I can't help but to think. No one forced you to cheat on me. I said I don't want any details and I still would like it to stay that way. But it's not something you do out of nowhere and most importantly to the person you love so deeply. If we had any troubles in our relationship," he sighs, "Not that it'd justify cheating, but our relationship was perfect. Or am I wrong?"

Jungkook makes sure his voice is gentle as he speaks, not wanting to sound as if he's verbally attacking her because this is not the case. He lets out his deeper demons, the thoughts that have been buried inside him despite them talking about their relationship more than once since they got back together. However, they've never had this kind of conversation and they've never said these things that are being said right now. At least not to this extent.

He watches her eyes flutter shut, letting out a shaky breath as he watches her fingers tremble slightly. His heart jumps at that. He knows he hasn't crossed any lines. It's only fair of him to talk about this. Yet, he can't help but be worried about her reaction.

"You're not wrong," she whispers, opening her eyes as he's met with the same watery eyes full of regret again. "I'm so sorry. I know no one forced me."

That's all he needs. Just for her to admit it loudly.

"Hey," he calls out, taking her hands into his again before he cups her face to make her look at him. "We're together now, okay? And that's all that matters. Some things have to be said but this doesn't mean I don't love you."

She nods, smiling into the kiss when he pecks her lips. "Thank you," she says into the kiss, but Jungkook just ignores it. He didn't do it to do her a favor. He's just being honest.

"I can't believe you and Y/N faked the whole thing." she giggles, causing Jungkook to chuckle as he shakes his head.

"We're both crazy." Jungkook simply says, grinning at the thought of you.

"She just agreed like that? I still remember her gagging when someone mentioned if you and her ever kissed on that bowling night." The few, and very rare, times you and Kiko hung out with the same group of people.

He doesn't even remember who brought that up. All he remembers is that it was unnecessary to question your friendship and bring that specific topic when his girlfriend was present. Still, your fake gagging made him laugh and he remembers how he poked you in your ribs like he always does to annoy you, saying something along the lines; "You wish you could kiss me."

Now that he thinks about it, it was probably inappropriate to say that too in Kiko's presence. He was just joking, knowing it means nothing to the two of you and you're being you, trying to persuade everyone how disgusted the two of you are at the thought of kissing each other. It was just one of those times.

He actually wanted to say it out loud once again, wanting Kiko to hear that he's not interested in you in that way.

"Not exactly," Jungkook sheepishly grins, not wanting to go into too much detail. The most important part will be said, that's all that matters. "We had a deal." Jungkook scrunches his nose at that, especially after he sees Kiko's slight and confused frown.

"Deal?"

"Uhh," Jungkook almost stutters. Would you be okay if he mentioned that you wanted to explore more in sex? He doesn't want to mention that, thinking about your privacy. "We slept together." he blurts out, watching Kiko's eyes almost bulge out.

"You," she freezes, "slept together?"

"More than once." Jungkook adds, feeling like he's adding gasoline to the fire.

"More than once?" she chokes out, "I, it's none of my business since we weren't together but... wow." she says, completely speechless as she seems to be processing Jungkook's confession.

Of course, she's speechless and shocked and confused. Jungkook always assured her that he doesn't see you in any way that could lead to you being intimate with each other. He knows what that looks like right now, but he doesn't really owe her any more details.

"So, you guys were like friends with benefits?" She shakes herself out of the trance, chuckling as she's trying to lighten up the mood, especially when she notices Jungkook's worried and puzzled look.

"Yeah, something like that," he mutters, widening her eyes when her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. "I mean, yeah probably. We didn't label it. We just..."

"Had sex," she finishes when he clearly had a hard time to do it, too torn whether it would be a douchebag move to say it. "It's okay, Kookie. You can talk to me about it."

"I don't really feel like talking about me fucking my best friend." he admits, cringing right away when he hears his blunt words. You're usually the blunt one. He got that from you.

"Yeah, of course," Kiko quickly says, "We don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to."

"I mean... there's nothing that much to talk about. We had sex but we're completely fine. I know it's hard to believe," Poor Jimin probably doesn't believe it up till this day, he thinks. "I don't want you to worry about Y/N and me. There really is nothing going on between us, I know I said that before but I meant it."

Yes, he said there's nothing going on between you two just to find out that two people who were completely against the idea of kissing each other, suddenly had sex multiple times on multiple occasions. And now he's assuring her there really are no deep feelings between you two.

It's all so messed up and he can feel a headache approaching from all the thinking and worrying.

"Kookie," Kiko giggles, scooting closer to him until her knees touch the side of his thigh. "I trust you. It is what it is."

They stare into each other's eyes, Jungkook ones flickering down to her lips as she gives him a knowing smile, already leaning down to kiss him. This time, it's not only peck but they keep kissing each other as Jungkook grabs her hips, leading her to sit down on his lap. In a few minutes, their kissing doesn't ease up and they're too eager to continue. Kiko's hands are on Jungkook's clothed hardening bulge, Jungkook's mouth occupied with her neck. Everything is going fast, their need for each other is too strong and they don't waste any time. Kiko slides down Jungkook's sweatpants and boxers with a little bit of his help, before Jungkook reaches for his wallet that's been sitting on the coffee table ever since he came home from work.

Taking out the condom, Kiko helps him to slide it down, his length already bare from waist down, straddling his lap. When she finally sinks down his length, they both groan from the pleasure. No words are needed, mouths preoccupied again with kissing each other while they're chasing each other's pleasure.

"Sweetheart, go fetch us another round of shots!"

Your head snaps to your friend and at his words aimed at you, eyes already narrowed as you're met with his boxy smile. His cheeks are already reddened and he's fully energized from the alcohol, one of the stages before he gets fully wasted.

"I'm not taking care of your drunk ass tonight, Taehyung," you remind him, trying to hide a grin from how funny he looks. You can't get mad at him, simply mentally snickering at the pet name he gave you. "You guys insisted on going out, don't make me regret this."

Despite your warning words that are laced with amusement but seriousness too, you're already standing up while Jimin is trying to hide his own amusement, silently laughing at Taehyung's stretched and innocent grin.

You roll your eyes amusingly, waving him off when he messily hands you his wallet. "It's my turn to pay." you remind Taehyung, already walking away before he or Jimin could protest.

Taehyung would be perfectly fine with paying, the only reason he sent you to go get drinks is quite simple. You've a little discount on any drinks because you work here part-time. Considering they decided to get you out of the comfort of your home, spamming you with messages about how they want to hangout with you, you couldn't say no. Not that they gave you much choice, telling you they'll stop by on Friday to pick you up. And they did.

Coincidentally, they chose the club you work at, letting their curiosity take over and wanted to check the place out. That explains Taehyung calling you one evening, asking you about the club and if it's a good place to go out. Two days later, they bombarded you with messages about wanting to hangout too. Jimin was on it this whole time too.

Apparently they tried to do the same with Jungkook, but he couldn't come tonight and unfortunately he won't be one of the people who will take care of Taehyung's ass once he gets too drunk, leaving you and Jimin up to it.

"Are you guys having fun?" Yejun asks, grinning at you behind the bar when you usually stand on your shifts, cleaning dry one of the glasses.

It's a little rare to see him working behind a bar, not that this is the first time you see him working there. You allow yourself to give him a smile, still quite embarrassed when you look him in the eyes with the thought of you and Yoongi in his office.

Yoongi doesn't seem to be the person to brag about his sexlife or personal things, but that doesn't mean anything. Maybe he told Yejun what you've done in his office. The first time you saw Yejun after what happened between you and Yoongi, he asked you how you managed to work with him and how it went. You practically almost choked on your spit, wondering if he knows.

Back in the work you snatched Yoongi to the side, bursting with a ton of hushed questions about whether Yejun knows or what if he has cameras in his office.

"Calm down, he has no cameras there." he told you, completely unimpressed by your rather evident nervousness. "At least not that I know of."

You remember how your heart dropped and you felt like you could vomit right there. So, there could be a high possibility Yejun saw Yoongi's dick in your hand? And much more than that too?

"Oh my god, you should've seen your face. I'm kidding. He doesn't know and has no cameras there, so take a chill pill." he snickered, simply walking away while you glared at him until he disappeared behind the corner.

Still, you allowed yourself to sigh in relief but didn't forget to mumble a simple 'what an asshole', aimed at no one but Yoongi himself.

Even after that, you still get a little tense around Yejun which is definitely not his fault. From the looks of it, he doesn't know anything and it's all you and your unstoppable worries and thoughts. Suddenly, another round of shots sounds way better than when Taehyung came up with it.

You assure Yejun you're all having fun, even mentioning that your friends like it here more than in other clubs which isn't a lie. Taehyung and Jimin's sweaty hair from all the dancing with other women, even men, is clear proof that they really are having fun. Ordering the drinks Taehyung asked for, the same drinks you've started your night with because you don't like to mix different kinds of alcohol, you and Yejun make a small talk which luckily doesn't involve his brother. This way you don't get to arouse any suspicion.

Yejun gets your drinks on a tray to make it easier to get to your table (that you've reserved because it's easier since you work here) and you're ready to take it and get to your friends. However, the somehow familiar voice and person standing next to you, ordering his own order makes you pause as you glance beside you.

Your eyes widen at the coincidence of you seeing him again, especially after he has been in your mind a few times since last week. He probably senses a pair of eyes on him, turning to glance at the direction it's coming from while Yejun is already turned and making the drinks for him.

"Hey," You're the first one to break the silence, considering you were already staring at him and you're trying to play it cool.

His eyes widen for a second, plump lips opening in a sudden surprise before they stretch into a warm smile. "Y/N, hi!"

"You must like it here, you were here just last week." you grin at him, leaving your tray just for now as your eyes won't leave him. You take that time to properly look at him from up close, admiring his soft features that you weren't able to see that much last week.

Last week he got rid of the rude and drunk man that wouldn't just leave you alone.

He does look a little embarrassed for a moment, scratching the back of your neck as he lets out a chuckle. "Yeah, I don't usually party this much... it's just my friends..."

You don't question his friends, probably because you can relate considering your own friends usually get your ass out of your apartment and crash your plans that involve just lazy evenings and Netflix. And he doesn't look like he wants to say anything further about that topic, instead eyeing your whole clothing.

A pair of light high-waisted jeans with a cropped white tank top. It's simple but yet revealing a good amount of your skin, now that your denim jacket is perched on your seat and not covering your arms and shoulders. There is a simple necklace sitting in your cleavage while the shorter one is sitting just right between your collarbones, giving your outfit just the right pinch. Your hair is not in the usual ponytail or bun, let down now that you're not working and don't want hair in your face while working behind a bar.

Peachy matte lipstick makes your lips appear thicker, making them pop out since you kept your eye-makeup simple with a mascara and thin eyeliner. You've been pretty confident about your choice of outfit, wanting to leave a tight dress in your closet. Seeing the amount of women wearing almost similar dresses just proved to be the right decision of your choice of jeans and a tank top with thin stripes. You must say, this top makes your breasts pop out even more and it wasn't your intention. They're just there.

On another note, Haneul doesn't seem to be eyeing your breasts, respectfully staring at your outfit just for a few seconds before he looks you in the eyes.

"You're not working?" he asks simply, somehow too surprised when he sees you obviously being here as a customer while you shake your head at his question.

"No, I usually work on Saturdays. It's just a part-time job, I don't really work here full-time." you explain with a smile on your face, briefly pointing and glancing at the bar as he understandably nods.

"Well, I'm glad I see you here," he admits, your mouth falling in surprise as he sheepishly grins. "If anyone bothers you just tell me, I'll fix it." he tries to joke, actually earning a giggle from you. It seems like your inside joke, even though you don't know him at all but have a good feeling.

"I'll remember that." you grin, opening your mouth even though you're not sure what else to say but you don't want this conversation to end so quickly. However, Yejun unintentionally interrupts your conversation by giving Haneul his drinks as he quickly pulls out his wallet and pays for it.

"Can I get you anything?" he asks, your heart jumping at him wanting to buy you a drink.

You point sheepishly at the tray with the drinks on it, wanting to take him on that offer but unfortunately, you've already ordered for yourself and your friends. "Thanks, that's sweet of you." you tell him anyway, smiling as smiles back at you.

"Oh, what a shame. I was quite excited to buy you a proper drink and not an orange juice." he jokes, feigning a pout as you giggle.

"What's wrong with orange juice?" you ask in return, still grinning as you say it. "Perhaps, you can buy me one later." you suggest, appearing confident while your heart hammers inside your chest. You can be quite bold, but not when you're flirting with a stranger.

"Perhaps, I can," he grins, "Will I find you here later?"

"You'll have to look for me and see for yourself." you grin back, watching the corner of his lips to quirk in a challenging smirk.

"I'm up for that challenge," he smirks, "I like it." he says with a low tone, causing your lips to shiver with surprise and excitement.

"I think I like that too." you smirk, watching him grab his three drinks with his big hands.

He bids his goodbye for now, lingering by your side for a moment to the point you get to smell his fresh cologne, as if he knew you're a sucker for men that smell nice. When he leaves, you're trying your best not to stare at his disappearing figure and turn to the bar with a puzzled look, almost jumping when you feel a hand on your back.

"Sorry, it's me," Jimin says, chuckling at your jumpy state as you sigh in relief when you see it's him and not some creepy stranger. "You were gone for quite some time, I went to check up on you if everything's fine," he informs you when he sees the questioning look you give him.

"And Taehyung might have sent me to check on you because he's talking to some girl, wanted to be alone with her." he admits, causing you to snicker at Taehyung's tactics.

"Yup, everything's fine. Just talked to... someone." you clear your throat, already groaning at Jimin's smirk.

"Oh, that guy that just walked away?" he muses, causing you to roll your eyes at him as he laughs. "Yeah, I've seen that," he answers your silent question. "Do you know him?"

"Not really," you tell him unsurely, "He interfered when some old and drunk guy kept bothering me, nothing serious before you start panic," you explain quickly as soon as you see Jimin's frowned brows at the mention of the old guy. "I just saw him again, he is a nice guy."

"Well, don't mention anything about that old guy to Jungkook. He'd flip out and probably become your own security while you work here."

You both laugh at that, knowing that Jungkook would be capable of doing that but mainly know Jimin is joking. You glance at the bar, noticing Yejun smirking at you from the distance which makes you laugh and look at him confusingly. "What?"

Jimin follows your line of vision, looking at Yejun whom he met when you first came here and ordered the first round of vodka shots.

"Nothing." he muses, pursing his lips to hide his smirk which he fails to do.

"Spill it out." you laugh, not understanding the looks Yejun is giving you.

He steps closer, leaning against the bar slightly so you can hear him more audibly. "That guy you talked to, you've talked to him a week ago, right?"

You open your mouth in surprise. "How do you know about that?"

"I've seen you. I've seen that drunk man bothering you when I came from my office, thought I would step in but then I saw him already taking care of it. You didn't seem like you wanted anyone else to interfere."

You ignore the last comment, glancing at Jimin who seems to be enjoying what he's hearing, smirking and grinning at you as you bump your elbow to his side.

Confidently, you clear your throat trying to hide the blush that wants to creep onto your cheeks. "He was just being nice." you try to wave him off, shocked when Yejun amusingly shakes his head.

"Well, that young guy you just talked with, came here three times this week looking for you."

Your jaw drops, completely surprised by the new information. That explains why he was so surprised to know you're not working here full-time and seemed kind of shy at the beginning. "Looking for me?"

"Well, he wasn't exactly asking about you but I noticed him looking for someone whenever he came to order more drinks. I thought he was looking for you since I saw you last week, but seeing you now I'm almost certain that I'm right."

A group of people approaches him, causing him to excuse himself as he gives you a wink before he goes to fully take care of their order.

Glancing sideways, you see Jimin smirking at you knowingly as you're trying to hide your blush and shyness by straightening yourself. "Shut up." you grumble at him, letting him take the tray with your drinks while you hear his bubbly laugh behind you.

You can't help but let a small smile ghost over your lips at Haneul cuteness, his interest in you is no longer just your imagination but a reality.

An hour or so later, Haneul keeps his promise and finds you, rescuing you from being in an awkward silence between Taehyung and Jimin making out with some girls that joined your booth. You introduced him to your friends, ignoring Jimin's knowing smirk he hides by kissing the female that sits next to him while Taehyung shouts a cheerful greeting, too preoccupied to properly even look at Haneul. He doesn't even question who Haneul is, being welcoming as usual as you grin sheepishly at Haneul that seems to be amused.

You drink together, mostly just talking and getting to know each other through the loud music. Being in a club full of sweaty bodies and loud music isn't quite the right scene to be having a casual conversation, but the two of you are in your own world. You get an even better feeling from him, hearing him talking to you so freely and getting to know him better.

You're surprised when he tells you his age, finding out he's twenty and that makes him younger than you. But it doesn't bother you because he's sweet, not eyeing you like you're his treat of the night. He seems genuinely interested in you, asking you questions to get you know better.

So you talk about your job, teasing him that you're older than him which he just playfully rolls his eyes. He does seem to have innocent and youthful features, that's why he gives away those youthful vibes because he has seemed like a typical college boy when you first saw him, not that it bothers you or it's something bad. He still looks better than any typical college boy. Your guess has been right, he is still in college but from what you've managed to gather, he is really mature and the way he talks makes him look as if he's being the older one. Not just the fact he's quite tall, but the way he acts too.

You're not sure how many hours you've been talking, he even introduces you to his own group of friends that later joins you in your reserved booth, smiling shyly when you notice them giving the same teasing smirks and grins to him just like Jimin was giving you later. You see him clenching his jaw, annoyed by the teasing of his friends and how much he tries to tell them to fuck themselves, he controls himself and just gives you a shy grin.

Later on, he asks you if you want to dance and it's probably the only chance of you two being alone, safe from the grinning faces and teasing eyes of your friends. You're not drunk enough to embarrass yourself on the dance floor, but the need of being alone with him is stronger because you're actually having a good time. So, you take a swig of your shot, drinking it all before you let him lead you onto the dance floor.

Even as you're dancing, letting yourself relax thanks to the shot, he keeps his hands respectfully on your hips not letting them drop any lower. Even though you wish he'd touch you more, the amount of alcohol makes you more braver and confident, wanting to feel him closer. But you don't make a move, respectfully letting him treat you like a princess. And you dance, until the two of you are gasping and sweaty, your hands firmly on his chest as you look him in the eyes, finding him way closer than you thought he'd be.

"I think I want to take you out." he admits softly, but loudly enough for you to hear as his lips brush against your ear and hair that's covering it.

You shudder, trying not to look too excited as you pull away slightly to look him in the eyes. "You think?"

"No, I mean... I know I want to take you out. On a date." He chuckles nervously, the ends of his hair sticking to his forehead as he still maintains that fresh scent of his cologne.

You hold your excitement and a hammering heart for later, but don't hide the smile that spreads on your lips. "I think I'd like that."

"You think?" he asks in return, grinning as you laugh.

"No, I know." you muse.

When you get back to the booth, Taehyung ready to fall asleep any second as his head keeps dropping low, you and Jimin agree that's it for tonight as you can't feel your legs in those goddamn heals anyway and your own tiredness is getting to you (considering you're not that sober either but still not fully drunk like Taehyung is). You and Haneul exchange phone numbers, bidding a goodbye with shy and knowing smiles before he helps Jimin to make Taehyung stand up. He's too tired to protest, luckily not having the urge to vomit as usual.

As the three of you sit in the cab, Taehyung's head dropped on your shoulder as soft snores leave his mouth, Jimin looks at you questionably when he sees you smiling.

"I have a date!" you call out excitedly, no longer hiding your excitement about Haneul as Jimin starts laughing at your cuteness, with your friend sleeping between you two completely unaware of the news.

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todofics · 3 months ago

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Off The Market | 2/6 | Todoroki Shoto x Reader

♡ Summary: The Todoroki name had always borne a heavyweight amongst even society’s finest. When the family’s youngest son, and heir to the title, is forced into the marriage market, it’s no surprise that he quickly becomes the season’s most eligible bachelor—hoping to avoid marriage for at least one more season, who better than to circumvent the ton other than his long-time friend, you?

♡ Content: regency au, fake-dating trope, aged-up characters, age gap (4 years), mutual pining, fem reader, fem pronouns, mature content in future chapters

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Your breath caught in your throat as Shoto’s unexpected proposal hung in the air, your ears tauntingly ringing from the stress of the uncertainty. Had you heard him correctly?

“(Y/n)?” the dual-colored man asked, a hauntingly beautiful frown painted across his face as he waited for your answer. God, he was so unfair.

“Allow you to court me?” you parroted, face warm again despite the cool summer breeze. Your eyes glanced down to where his strong hands held your own, unable to make eye contact with him; you feared you’d quickly give into his qualms if you did. His handsome looks could drive just about anyone to obey.

Shoto coughed, clearing his throat as he steeled his resolve. “Yes, allow me to court you,” he repeated, shutting down any doubts you had about mishearing the man.

“My lord, and I ask this with the utmost respect, have you lost your mind?!” you managed to choke out, tone hushed as you were afraid that anyone inside could hear the ridiculous conversation. He continued to hold your hands, unwilling to let go. He knew that if he did, you’d simply run away from the conversation - a fate the future Duke would not allow.

“I have given it long thought,” Shoto informed you, his tone steady and calm now. He had already made up his mind, his intentions resolute. “Allow me to court you - at least for the season.” Although the sentence was phrased as a question, the burning look in his eyes told you it was not. You looked away once again, mind reeling with apprehension.

“My lord, I’m afraid you confuse me - for the season?” you ask, your heart pounding rapidly. It was as if the man didn’t know of the effects he had on women - yourself included. The man nodded, his eyes never leaving your face as he tried to gauge your reaction.

“Yes, only for the season,” the man reassured as if his plan was apparent. Shoto was never the best at explaining his inner musings, always leaving you guessing. “For the season, I will act as your intended - and you as mine. You know I do not wish to marry,” he explained as your expression shifted, your furrowed brows keying him into the workings of your own mind.

You drew in a shaky breath, taking a moment to comprehend his words' meaning. “I know you have no prospects,” he pointed out bluntly - oh, what a way with words he had. You shot him a look but didn’t take the words to heart. Shoto had never been one to mince words. His honesty, while sometimes cutting, was one of the things you admired most about the man.

“It’ll draw the attention of suitors for you and keep mine away.” It seemed he had given the arrangement thought; it made perfect sense. You had never dreamed of being a spinster, and Shoto knew that despite the lack of conversation surrounding your prospects. In your first season out, you had bashfully given your earnest attention to all potential suitors, dreaming of a future filled with private affections and little feet toddling around. Even if those men had all been chased away from intimidation surrounding your companionship with the half-and-half man, it was clear you weren’t uninterested in the thought of marriage.

“I- Shoto,” you cut yourself off, still not used to formally addressing the man. “My lord, it’s just that…”

This time, the man interrupted your speech. He knew of your tendencies to overthink things - especially ones that were quite simple. “You will break off the engagement at the end of the season - it’ll prevent scandal toward you.” Your expression softened as the thumping of your heart slowed. His plan seemed to offer a solution to all the potential problems. If you were the one to break off the engagement, it’d leave the question of what was possibly wrong with him rather than you. It’d give you both exactly what you wanted.

Still, the idea of the plan worried you, an unsettling feeling sinking into your stomach. As your lips parted to give the man an answer, the balcony door swung open.

“Shoto, mama is looking for you!” Your eyes shot over to the voice, then back to your still-connected hands. Unchaperoned and in close contact - two things that would surely lead to scandal.

A gasp left the woman’s lips, a gloved hand moving up to cover her dropped jaw. Shoto finally released your hands, moving back a respectable distance as he cleared his throat and adjusted his cravat before turning to face the owner of the voice. “Fuyumi, I’ll be over in just a minute,” he told her, the woman’s shocked expression transitioning into delight. Being close to Shoto often led to you interacting with the girl, and your time spent together, while usually short, was pleasant. She had always enjoyed your company. On the other hand, you were left wide-eyed at being caught in such a compromising position, the panic beginning to set in.

Shoto turned his attention back to you, your expression still not composed. A coy smile played on Fuyumi’s face as if she knew something you didn’t. You hoped she’d spare you the decency to leave this scandal unspoken. “We will continue this conversation tomorrow,” Shoto told you before following his sister, leaving you alone under the twinkling starlight. It seemed the world had made its decision for you.

The following day, you were rudely awakened by a loud knocking on your chambers. “My lady, my lady!” your maid chirped as she rapped on your doors, voice full of panic. You groaned, rolling over in bed, your eyes still heavy with sleep. What could drive your maid to wake you up with such alarm? The sun beamed through the curtains, its warmth pleasant against your bare skin. Sleep was simply calling your name. “My lady, you must rise! You have a caller waiting!”

Your eyes shot wide open, suddenly recalling your conversation with Shoto the night before. You didn’t think he’d really show up at your house! You threw off your fluffy blankets in a flurry, quickly throwing on a chemise. Hearing the commotion of your rise, your maid promptly let herself in, helping you lace your corset as you grabbed a simple pale muslin gown. You felt no need to impress the man despite his newly declared intentions.

Arranging your hair in a delicate bun, you took one last look in the mirror, deciding it’d have to do for now. “My lady, is that outfit really alright?” your maid asked, eyeing you up and down - it had been so long since you had last received a caller (especially one of Shoto’s caliber). Your staff, aware of your long history with the Todoroki son, had long been rooting for your official pairing. You shot her a soft smile, appreciative of the apparent worry on her face. “I assure you, this is more than sufficient.”

The maid clicked her tongue in disapproval, shaking her head as she rummaged through a nearby jewelry box. Taking out one of your finest pastes, she nodded in approval before holding the piece to your skin. “At least wear this,” she reasoned.

Sighing, you raised your hands in submission, “if you really see it as necessary.” there was no point in this effort - after all, his courtship was only a falsehood. After putting on the jewels, your maid rushed you out the door and into the sitting room.

As you entered the room, Shoto was already engaged in light conversation with your mama, the two snacking on pastries and tea. “(Y/n),” he rose, noticing your presence. Your mother shot you a scolding look, obviously disappointed at your long arrival time. Seasons without a caller or any prospects, and this is how you received him? She’d surely bring it up later, the thought of the conversation making you groan internally.

“My lord,” you replied in kind, giving him a slight nod as you approached the table. By now, your mama had evacuated the area, sitting on the opposite side of the room. Her careful gaze analyzed the interaction, making you feel more self-conscious. Although you two typically had some sort of chaperone to protect your reputation, this time felt… different. The undertone of romantic intentions made your head swirl. Sure, his courtship was for a more beneficial resolution, but it was still a courtship nonetheless.

“You’ve kept me waiting,” Shoto said, the start of a grin gracing his face, hinting towards a more teasing manner.

You brush a delicately placed curl from your face, rolling your eyes at his playful words. Your friendship with the man had always been far more casual than typically allowed by your different standings, and his intentions to ‘court’ you did little to change that attitude despite your nerves. It would be best to attempt to maintain some normalcy, lest you draw suspicion towards the sudden change of nature between you two. In your eyes, portraying the courtship as a regular ”friends who simply grew too close” story would call for the least amount of scandal.

“You’ve arrived rather early, my lord,” you jested, pointing out his irregular calling time. It was only 10 AM, an hour earlier than most typical morning calls started. He hadn’t even written, the only warning of his arrival being his parting words the night before. “I was eager to see my future intended,” Shoto replied smoothly. His intended. Despite being unspoken before by the man, the words seemed to roll off his tongue as if they were natural. You knew he wasn’t seriously going to propose, but the words still stirred something within you, causing you to shift nervously in your seat.

His lips upturned slyly, seemingly noting your nerves at the words. He couldn’t explain why, but a sense of satisfaction washed over the man. “I don’t recall agreeing to this arrangement,” you pointed out, voice wavering. You knew you had little choice in the matter - Fuyumi had already witnessed you alone, unchaperoned, and intimately close. Doing nothing else but portraying your situation as a courtship would surely lead to the leaking of scathing rumors. Fuyumi was kind, but some status still had to be upheld.

“I don’t recall any disagreement either,” Shoto pointed out, hopeful you’d accept the proposal. Without you, he’d be forced into a loveless marriage - a fate he’d rather not succumb to. With a sigh, you readjusted your position, drinking a sip of tea as if in deep thought. He looked at you expectantly, eyes gazing into the depths of your soul as he waited for your answer.

“I… I will do it,” you mustered out, your hands wavering as you set down the cup. If you were caught faking this, your reputation would be ruined, and you actually would be doomed to life as a spinster.

Shoto frowned at the hesitation in your voice as he gently took your hand, his touch reminding you of the events from the night prior. “I do not mean to force your hand in the matter.”

As much as Shoto despised the idea of his fate, he valued you far too much to force this upon you. Your heart swelled at the genuine care in his voice, your anxiety settling just a bit. Again, the thought of the unfairness of the situation flashed in your head. If Shoto wasn’t so obtuse, perhaps you actually could fall in love with him one day.

You shook your head, erasing that thought - it’d never be possible. To Shoto, this action looked as if you were denying his worries. “I assure you, you aren’t forcing my hand in this matter - I am mature enough to make my own decisions.” If gossip were to besmirch your name - so be it.

He let out a sigh, clearly relieved by your answer. This truly was to both of your benefits. “Not so fast,” you told him, still not entirely satisfied with the resolution of his proposal. “If we are to do this, there will be conditions.”

He raised an eyebrow curiously, waiting for you to finish the thought. “What kind of conditions?” You shot him an awkward smile, having thought it over the night before. Even if you hesitated, you mulled over everything before accepting Shoto’s offer.

“Well,” you started, clearing your throat. “Behind closed doors, I want everything to be normal,” you told him. Even if your family would now be more meticulous about ensuring a chaperone, the idea of acting romantically in front of so few people failed to delight you. If this was simply an act, you wanted to maintain as much distance as possible from the man, protecting your heart. Besides, your families wouldn’t push the matter too much. Your mama, delighted with the mere idea of you finally having prospects, wouldn’t question the lack of intimacy. Perhaps you could play it off as fleeting shyness towards a first love.

You continued with the terms, your face warming at the memory of last night as you looked down at his hands that grasped yours, “No need to grab me or anything like that either. We will act as if this is a proper courtship,” you scolded. The idea of being caught again caused a shiver to roll down your spine.

He retracted his touch, putting his arms up defensively before laughing at your embarrassed expression. “I’m sorry,” he apologized half-heartedly, realizing you referenced the night before. “I promise I will act as if this is a proper courtship.” This promise brought a smile to your face - at least now, the relationship would be mostly without scandal. Rumors were sure to spread, but the attention on you would hopefully be positive.

“Then I suppose we can close this deal out,” you told him, your intentions now steeled. Nothing could go wrong if he could follow through with these boundaries. Your heart would be safe from his charms, and he would be safe from the constant pursuance of desperate debutantes. Everything, in the end, would safely return to normal, with everyone being none the wiser.

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aneverydaysimp · 8 months ago

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Hear me out. This could work with either Satan (Obey me) or Lucifer (obey me). But I think Lucifer since he's so prideful

So like University Au type thing where both Lucifer and MC are book-smart and tries to kill each other just so they could reach number one. Oh the jealousy they hold for each other that they'll never admit. The troubles they put each other through just so the other can tumble.

But lucifer thinks he's a genius with coming up with thr idea of dating her just to distract her. Obviously it doesn't work after a while because he ended up falling for her.❤️HEHE

Oh, the fake dating turned real trope. Ohhh, gotta love it! >:)) I hope it's alright I wrote this out as headcanons, because that's the way I interpreted this idea. My apologies if you preferred a one-shot! Perhaps if it gets popular enough and I have enough inspiration, I'll make a mini fanfic out of it, continuing where I left off~!

Apologies if this is a little ooc for our prideful boy! It's been a long time since I've written anything for him <33 hope you enjoy!

pairing: Lucifer x prideful!MC

pronouns for MC used as you/your, "MC" used as name

tw: mentions of a broken bone, obvious manipulation to a sense, but it's very mild, reader is implied to be shorter than Lucifer, but that's expected considering he's tall af, not proofread cause I'm busy :))

Lucifer's Distraction

You two despise each other wholeheartedly. Everyone knows it from the freshmen to the professors to the birds relaxing by the window. Of course, nobody understand the hatred between you two like, well, you two.

Of course, neither of you would never admit it outloud... or well, even to yourselves. No, no, you both just had academic differences, that's all! Nothing more, nothing less (denial ain't just a river in Egypt)

Everytime Lucifer thought he was there on top, doing the best on an exam or project, you were right there to remind him that he wasn't truly the best, and vis versa.

Finally, you both had had enough. What started as little, annoying pranks to make each other late for class quickly escalated to so much more. At one point, you had even broken a bone from one of his little schemes that included moving a wet floor sign and you slipping. Maybe he went a little fair with that one, but he wasn't sorry. Still, you got back up. Seems Lucifer would have to step up his game. And that's he did.

One night, he laid tossing and turning in bed, unable to rest easy, you there, plauging his mind. Your annoying voice piping up before his, your handwriting on your projects that always seemed to out do his-- ugh, it was beyond annoying. What could he do to get rid of you once and for all? Something to finally top you? Something that would finally make you just drop your--

And then it hit him. Just like that, at the snap of his fingers. What if he seduced you? Know thy enemy, and all that. He almost shot up right then and there. It was wrong, so very wrong, he knew that. But it was too good to pass up.

And so, the next day, after school, some studying for an upcoming exam, and a quick chat on the phone with Asmodeus, here he was, outside of your dorm, late at night, red roses in hand, with a little apology note-- which he meant nothing that it said-- attached to it. He gave the door a light knock, quickly sitting down the flowers and the note before scurrying off, trying to get around the corner before you walked out, if you did. It was late, so he wouldn't be shocked if you were asleep.

Well, as luck would have it, you decided to order a pizza a half hour earlier, and your delivery turns out to have arrived around the same time as Lucifer tried to turn the corner, and well... he crashed into your delivery man, ruining your pizza and his nice new, white shirt with pizza sauce. Karma's a bitch, ain't it?

And you? You opened your door just in time to witness the entire thing. Man, were you confused. Your rival and pizza man bumping into each other. Huh. You were confused, definitely, but more so disappointed your pizza was ruined. Though it did make you grin to see the disgusted look on Lucifer's face as the pizza sauce stained his shirt as the delivery man apoglized profusely.

Only then did you notice the roses and the note. Obviously, you weren't quite as focused on them at the moment, considering your dinner had just been ruined by your totally-not-rival. Hesitantly, you called out to the raventte, catching his attention. "You alright?"

"No." He replied stiffly, sending a glare towards the poor pizza man, who began to apologize to you, mentioning something along the lines of a free pizza next time you ordered. You were hopeful about that, thinking you could just order another, possibly get some extra toppings you like and all that... and then he said their kitchens were closed for the night. You were the last order. Shit. So now your dinner was ruined, you had an empty stomach, and you had loads of studying to do. And on top of that, your rival is standing right here, likely revelling in your misery.

Wrong. He saw this as an opportunity. Sure, his shirt was ruined, but he could easily buy another, just like he was going to buy you dinner tonight.

After the pizza man had been dismissed, and it was just the two of you standing there (awkwardly), you both began to speak at the same time.

"Would you--?" "Would you--?" Pause. "...You go first." He hummed after a moment, arms crossed over his chest. "...Right." You sigh, already regretting speaking in the first place. "Would you like to borrow a shirt? A friend left a shirt here the other night. May fit you." It definitely wouldn't, at least not very well, but considering it was your pizza that ruined his shirt, you felt inclined to at least ask so he didn't have to walk back to his own dorm covered in pizza sauce. You'd just buy your friend a new shirt. He definitely wouldn't mind.

"I'd... actually appreciate that. Thank you." He moved to pick up the roses he had gotten for you. "May I come in? I guess I can give you these first hand now." Your eyes widened. Oh. So it was him who'd gotten them and not some crazy coincidence. They were... pretty, you'd give him that.

You don't say anything, moving to the side to allow him in. You mumble something along the lines of finding that shirt for him before walking towards your dresser, looking for it. "You wanted to ask me something, too."

He hums. "Yes, I did. Considering I messed up your dinner plans, would you like me to make up for it?" You shot around to look at him, a suspicious look in your eyes.

"Plan to break my wrist again?" "...That was an accident." He replies hesitantly. "Sure." You scoff, turning back to the dresser. "What do you think the roses are for? They're an apology." Okay, you had no response to that. "...Fine." You hesitantly agree to his previous question, knowing you needed to eat so you could focus on studying. You can practically feel his eyes in the back of your head, that annoying smirk on his face. "Dick..." You mumble beneath your breath. "What was that?" "...Nothing!"

You turn around to throw the shirt at him, which he skillfully catches. "Thank you." He hums, sitting it aside, moving to undo the buttons of his shirt. You, flushed red by how outwardly he started to do so, quickly spin around, covering your face. Andddd you feel that smirk again. Fucking annoying.

After he's changed, the two of you head out. This late at night, there's only a few restaurants opened. You two head to a local diner, ordering some food. You were a little weird about this all, you had to admit, suspicious as to why he's suddenly being so... well, nice.

You two didn't talk at all aside from ordering, and you stubbornly fighting with him about paying. Unfortunately, he was more stubborn, insisting he payed. You finally huffed, saying something along the lines of "your money, not mine" before going quiet, beginning to eat your food. You didn't say a damn thing to him, or even look at him. But, oh, he was looking at you. His eyes never moved. It was awkward-- no, intimidating as hell.

"Do you mind?" You finally scoffed, eyes meeting his charcoal ones for a brief moment, quickly looking away. "I don't. You're actually not that sore on the eyes." He backhandedly comments to you, earning another scoff. "Is that all you're good for? Scoffs?" He scoffs himself, taking a bite of his own food. Oh, you can feel your eye twitching in annoyance.

However, you take a deep breath, relaxing yourself. "No..." You reply calmly. "Hm." He simply hums, which you copy, earning a raised eyebrow from him. His eyes, however, finally fell from you to your plate, emptied in a matter of minutes. It reminds him of Beel, how quickly you ate that, and he smiles briefly.

"What?" You asked, confused by the small change in attitude. "Oh, nothing." He replies, and it's your turn to raise an eyebrow. He sighs, seeing that look. "How quickly you ate. It reminds me a bit of one of my brothers." He shrugs. "Are you still hungry?" Hesitantly, you nod. "Well, go ahead. Order more." He doesn't seem bothered. "Since you're offering..." You mumble, asking the server for another menu, deciding to get something different.

After that, things feel less tense. As you're waiting for your next plate of food, the two of you slowly began to talk a little. Nothing more than idle conversation, something to make things less awkward. And it was just that, less awkward. Surprisingly, the two of you had more in common than your prideful attitudes, and that quickly sparked another conversation, even as you acquired your food. You asked about his brother-- which turned out to be brothers-- and he began to speak of each of them.

It was strange, seeing how different he was when he spoke of each of them. Though he seemed to carry an easily annoyed older brother tone and expression as he discussed them, you could see pride-- a different pride than he usually carried-- behind his eyes as he spoke.

"Do you have any sisters?" You suddenly asked curiously, and his expression seemed to fall in that moment, sorrow flashing through his eyes momentarily. "Yes." He replied quietly and plainly, moving right on the with the subject, proceeding to ask you of your family instead. You didn't push the subject. You two may despise each other-- again, you wouldn't admit as to why-- but you knew when to drop something. You still did have some form of basic respect after all.

Eventually, this time came to an end, and your stomach was full, and you were happy, ready to spend some time studying. You wished you could've been studying as you ate-- hence why you ordered the pizza-- but you actually... nevermind.

After he'd walked you home, you thanked Lucifer, and he thanked you as well, promising to return the shirt. You bid each other goodnight, and then you closed the door. For you, it was a nice night. For him, it was a good first step in his plan.

Over the next week, the two of you continued your usual antics, working up ideas to make each other late to class. However, you noticed Lucifer's seemed rather... well, lackluster, to put it simply. You'd give the man this, when he wanted to, he could usually come up with something good that would easily make you late. As of recent, though, they just seemed... lazy. Hell, you two were even chatting in class some, copying each other's notes-- well, you more so than him. As much as you hated to admit it, you got a little worried, and almost missed his rather cruel distractions.

Little to your knowledge, this was part of his plan. Well, him being easier on you. Not you showing up to his door one night.

When he opened the door and saw you there, he could only offer a confused look at your concerned one. "Yes?" He asked, hair wet and matted to his forehead, his shirt only half buttoned up. It was enough to make your face go red, quickly tearing your eyes from his partially exposed chest.

You completely forgot what you were going to say. Brain.EXE has stopped working.

"MC." He hums, catching your attention again. "Uh... I was just checking on you." You blurted out, accidentally being more forward than you wanted. His eyes widened slightly. "Oh. Why is that?" "No reason." Now it was his turn to scoff. "No reason? You're saying you walked halfway across campus for no reason?" "...Yes."

There's a silence between the two of you. It's awkward. Really awkward. "So, uh... you look like you're getting ready for something." You finally speak, noticing the nice shirt. "No." He replies bluntly, your smile falling. "Oh..." You look down, feeling embarrassed. You hear a low chuckle from him, looking back up, eyebrows furrowed upon noticing the amused look on his face. This fucking liar... "You're such a dick." You scoff. "A dick you walked halfway across campus for." Your face burns red again, and you turn to leave, but he stops you, grabbing your wrist and turning you back towards him.

He doesn't say anything for a moment, just looking down at you, flush against his chest. "...Yes?" You finally ask, swallowing thickly. "Would you like to accompany me tonight?" He asked, calm as could be. You're quiet for a minute, just looking at him. "Where are you going?" He shrugs. "Dinner."

And so, you go to dinner. Thankfully, you'd been wearing something decent enough to go to the place he had selected. On the drive there, he tells you his brothers are going to be there. Apparently they have this meet up sort of deal every few months or so, considering they all don't have time to meet up together very often, all of them spread out different places.

Lucifer, of course, was at college, was heir to their estate, and an assistant to a CEO by the name of Diavolo. Mammon and Asmodeus were both away on modeling tours a lot. Leviathan was a famous gamer and voice actor who traveled to conventions a lot to meet fans. Satan was traveling the world and writing a book about all sorts of different cats, Beelzebub was a famous chef and owned a couple restaurant chains, traveling often to keep an eye on them, and Belphie often traveled with him.

You had to admit, you felt a little out of place at dinner, and for a bit there, the brothers definitely seemed a little confused. One asked if you were Lucifer's lover-- *cough* Asmo *cough*-- and when you were confirmed not to, immediately tried to ask you out.

Of course, Lucifer shut that notion down quick. A little too quick for you not to notice.

Aside from that little stunt from the fifth born, things were rather relaxed. Everyone just talked, and relaxed, and soon enough, you fit right in.

During dinner, when everyone was quieter and eating, you noticed Lucifer staring at you. He appeared perplexed. However, the second you noticed he looked away.

To you, you simply shrugged it off. To him... his nice, simple plan started to fall apart. Distract you. Distract you... no, you were distracting him. And strangely enough, he didn't mind.

Once dinner was over, you said goodbye to the brothers, and he took you back to the dorm, just like last week. He bid you farewell just like last time, and turned to leave, but it was your turn to stop him this time. "Yes--?" He began to speak, but was cut off as he felt your lips press to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Lucifer. I'll see you tomorrow, hopefully." You said with a gentle smile before closing the door, a soft blush on your face.

Lucifer could only stand there, staring at the door for a minute. Eventually, he brought his hand to his face, pressing it against where you kissed him. It was confirmed. His nice, simple plan had fallen apart. You were his distraction now.

#obey me lucifer #lucifer om #lucifer omswd #university au #lucifer morningstar

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scarisd3ad · 1 year ago

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Superstar | football player!Joel miller x popstar!reader

One - sparks fly

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Warnings - cursing, fake dating? Age gap based off of Taylor swift and Travis Kelce kinda hard launching their relationship last night, Joel has his both his daughters but they are way younger in this (Sarah being 9, and Ellie being 5), Joel is 37 and reader is 26, no outbreak au, and modern au (its around 2022 or 2023)

Summary - when you find out about a certain football player showing up at your tour you decide to reach out just because of all the dating rumors, but what if thoughs rumors turn into reality?

‘Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile’

I don't think I've ever cleaned so hard as I did today, I made sure anything not child appropriate was put up, I made sure all the rooms were cleaned, the floors were mopped, and the carpets were vacuumed. I also made sure ollies litter was fresh. everything was ready for when Joel and his oldest daughter arrived. I even made sure to wear a kid appropriate one-piece bathing suit with a pair of shorts pulled over it. ollie somehow knew I was expecting visitors, so he was being way more energetic than he normally is, running around, jumping on and off things and scratching up the side of the walls.

knock, knock knock.

I look down at my phone it was only 12:50 they were 10 minutes early. I take a deep breath in; my heart was pounding against my chest. just act normal, I can't make this kid and Joel think I'm weird. "Act normal, just be me" I whisper to myself as I walk up to the front door. I open the door to see Joel in a pair of swim trunks and a shirt that read 'Dallas cowboys', the little girl stood next to him looked to be about 9 she had curly brown hair, and the same deep brown eyes her father has. "Hi oh my god your early" I laugh, Joel smiles and nods "yeah per Sarah's request she said we needed to be here early" Sarah smiles shyly up at me "hi Sarah im-"

"y/n l/n I know who you are daddy and I listen to your music in the car" I laugh as Joel bites his lip and laughs "yeah my mom bought her your album for Christmas didn't she Babygirl?" Sarah nods "yup grandma bought it for me after I showed her my poster of you." I love all my fans, but the little kids will always have a special place in my heart because I remember being their age and listening to my favorite artist's hoping id be just like them when I grew up. now I'm just like them and little kids are looking up to me hoping they'll be like me.

"How about you two come in I've got some chips and drinks sittin' out by the pool waitin' for you" I say as I open the door wider so they both can walk in. "oh my god kitty" Sarah falls to her knees in front of ollie as he walks up to her. "Aww daddy look its purring" Sarah exclaims as she rubs her hands down ollies back. "His name is ollie" I say, "aw ollie you're so pretty" she coo's.

"c'mon Sar lets go swim" Sarah frowns but obeys her father and rises back to her feet. "Daddy, I want a cat, can you get us a cat?" she whispers to Joel as we walk back to the backyard. "Maybe Babygirl." ollie follows behind us meowing for attention. we walk out into the backyard and Sarah immediately pulls her shirt and shorts off before jumping into the pool. "Daddy! get in!" Sarah shouts. "One second Sarah let me talk to y/n for a little bit."

we both sit down at my little patio table while Sarah swam around. "So, why'd you wanna hang out?" he asks his voice just low enough for me to hear but so Sarah couldn't. "Wanted to know if you we're serious?" I say with a laugh, "of course I was, don't lie bout shit like that."

"So wanna give me your number now?" he chuckles before placing a small, beaded friendship bracelet on the table. "Oh my god" l laugh as I grab the bracelet and examine it. it did indeed have his number on it in small white number beads. "Daddy!" Sarah shouts "alright, alright I'm comin'" he mutters as he stands up and pulls his shirt off of his body revealing his torso that looks like a normal 37-year-old mans and not a professional athlete. he had more of a dad bod than a sixpack and I can say I find a dad bod way more attractive. my eyes widen as I try not to stare. he makes a running start before jumping in the pool. Sarah squeals "daddy! you splashed me!" as he resurfaces. "You comin'?" Joel shouts which snaps me out of my daydream. "Oh yeah! yeah!"

I pull my shorts off before getting in the pool with them. "Daddy! daddy throw me!" Joel picks his daughter up and raises her over his head before tossing her. she giggles as she fly's through the air and lands on the other side of the pool. Joel swims over to me and leans himself against the pool wall. "So, when's your next show?" he asks as ollie saunters over to the edge of the pool and lays down. "Um next weekend in Maryland" he nods as he drags his wet hand down ollies back which ollies isn't too fond of. ollie shakes the water off of himself before moving farther away from Joel. "Maryland's far away" I nod, one thing I didn't really like about the whole popstar touring around the world thing was not being able to stay in one place long. this weekend I was in Texas which was good because then I could stay at home but next weekend, I'm all the way in Maryland, and then the next weekend I'm in Pennsylvania. "When do you get a break? from tourin' I mean."

"Oh, um I think late September, but might be later" I was only really off once I was finished with the US leg of my tour, but I only got 2 or 3 weeks off before the international leg of the tour. "hm" he leans his elbow against the side of the pool as Sarah swims up to him. "Daddy again! again!" he shakes his head as he takes both of his hands and places them on the edge of the pool before pushing himself up and onto the ground. "No Babygirl m'gonna take a break" she pouts as she lets out a quiet "aw man" before swimming off. he shakes his head, signaling for me to get out of the pool too. reach my arm up and he grabs it pulling me out. "You got anything to drink?" I had put all the alcoholic beverages up and out of reach just in case his kid was the type who likes getting into things. "Yeah, yeah they're inside though" I whisper.

"Hey Sarah stay in the shallow end for me k? y/n and I are gonna go inside and grab something" Sarah nods and then we both walk back into my house. I walk into the kitchen and open the cabinet I had stored all the alcohol in. I step up onto my tip toes as I grab a bottle of whiskey. "I've got this" I say turning and showing the bottle. he grins "my favorite" there's a weird feeling in my belly knowing I had picked his favorite on the first try. "So, what do you want to do?" I ask as I grab two small glasses and place them on the counter. "bout what?" he asks, as he leans against the counter next to me. I pour some whiskey into both glasses before handing one to him. "Bout the rumors" I say. he brings the glass to his lips and shrugs. "wanna post a picture, to fuck with'em?" I ask as I swallow down a big gulp of the whiskey. it wasn't right, but sometimes is funny to fuck with the fans, have them fangirling over a relationship that is obviously fake is funny.

"Sure c'mere" he takes his phone that he had grabbed off of the table as we walked in. I scoot closes, he taps his cheek and whispers "kiss my cheek" my breath hitches as I press my lips to his cheek. I can smell his cologne and strawberry ChapStick he must've stollen from one of his daughters. the cologne was woodsy, and manly something you'd expect a man like Joel miller to wear. he adjusts the camera so it's able to get both of us in the frame. he snaps the photo "tag me" I whisper. he types in my username before posting the picture on his story. almost immediately his phone begins to go off.

we both go back out and swim a little more, deciding to totally ignore our phones and just get to know each other. when they leave Joel tells me to text him and that we should definitely do something like this again.

I'm lying in my bed with ollie curled up next to me. I'm mostly ignoring all the notifications I'm getting from every social media platform but sometimes I'll get a glimpse of a comment or tweet that's along the lines of 'holy shit are they actually dating?' and I smirk to myself knowing that it worked.

bringgg brinnggg bringggg

the loud ringing of my phone wakes ollie right out of his deep sleep making him look around eyes wide and confused. "it's alright honey" I coo as I pet him. I answer the phone and I'm immediately met with a loud scream "holy fucking shit! are you two actually together???" Kailey shouts, I roll my eyes realizing my best friend is just as gullible as the rest of the internet "no he just came over and we hung out. she screams again "SOOO are you going to date?" I let out an annoyed sigh "no we're just friends, but I'm going to bed I'll text you tomorrow love you."

maybe Joel miller

me - hi

maybe Joel miller - y/n?

me - Joel?

maybe Joel miller - yup

you have changed maybe Joel miller to Joel miller.

me - wanna keep doing this?

Joel miller - what?

me - keep fucking with them

Joel miller - why?

Me - idk it’s funny ig

Joel miller - ig?

Me - I guess

Joel miller - ohhh okay yeah that sounds fun.

me - yeah, it's fun, even my friend believed it💀

Joel miller - same my momma called asking if I'm dating someone.🤣

me - soo? u up for it miller?

Joel miller - sure maybe we should meet up at a restaurant?

me - maybe you could pick me up and take me to a restaurant??😑

Joel miller - yeah yeah more believable ig

me - so how bout next Thursday 5?

Joel miller - 👍👍👍

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#fanfics #x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #sarah miller #ellie williams #x fem!reader #fem!reader #female!reader #popstar!reader #taylor swift #travis kelce #no outbreak!joel miller

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rivalry-trope-enjoyer · 1 year ago

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Masterlist!

(Requests are open <3)

🫧A3!

🌊 Harugumi x Reader: Cuddling HCs

🌊 Omi x Reader: Kissing HCs

🌊 Omi x Reader: A night out one-shot

🌊 Akigumi x Reader: Pt. 1 First Kiss (Banri, Juza)

🌊 Akigumi x Reader: Pt. 2 First Kiss (Omi, Sakyo)

🌊 Akigumi x Reader: When they have nightmares

🌊 Kazunari x Reader: 7 minutes

🫧Genshin Impact

🌊 Itto x Reader: Playful competition

🌊 Itto x Reader: Short Reader

🌊 Diluc x Reader: Diluc’s the type of guy who…

🌊 Xiao x Reader: Touch starved

🌊 Thoma x Reader: Confession and Pining

🌊 Kaeya x Reader: Fake Dating AU

🫧Honkai Star Rail

🌊 Gepard x Reader: Long Distance

🌊 Welt x Reader: Married Life HCs

🌊 Natasha x Nurse!Reader: Dating HCs

🫧Obey me

🌊 Leviathan x Reader: Reader Confession

🌊 Dateables x Reader: Falling asleep on their shoulder

🫧Jujutsu Kaisen

🌊 Nanami x Reader: Well-deserved beach vacation

#genshin x reader #hsr x reader #a3! x reader #finally got around making a masterlist #lmao it was about damn time #honkai star rail x reader #obey me x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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saeyoungchoismaid · 3 years ago

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in all honesty, i don't know how this would work, but it intrigued me.

24 + diavolo, maybe? if you can find inspiration for it :)

You did it perfectly anon!! FINALLY an ask for hubby Diavolo <3 Lmao this was just supposed to be a little drabble like the rest of them but nO I just hAd to go overboard. So now I have to add all this mess:

Pairing: Lord Diavolo x gn!reader Genre: angst, fluff, fake dating au Warnings: uh his dad hates you??? Summary: With the Demon King wanting Diavolo to find someone to rule with him, it’s only natural that he lies and says he’s already found someone(you), right? Word Count: 2k words (so much for this being a drabble lmao)

24. kisses for a cover (I’m assuming this means like a cover up like a lie)

Being the prince of The Devildom comes with many responsibilities, including but not limited to: running The Devildom since his father has no interest in The Devildom’s affairs, hosting events and gatherings to strengthen his bonds with other lords and the other rulers of the three worlds, keeping an eye on the student council (which is mostly composed of meddlesome brothers that he cares for deeply), and the list goes on.

Oh, can’t forget the fact that he is required to marry and have someone to rule by his side. Yeah, that’s apparently an important one. He’s always realized his responsibility and has accepted all parts of his life as fact, but when you come down from the human world to participate in his program, his solid plans suddenly all come to a screeching halt.

It becomes clear to him that he can’t go and marry someone just for the sake of The Devildom. I mean, he’s been ruling The Devildom for most of his life just fine without someone else! He decided he wasn’t going to do it. He doesn’t want to marry anyone except for you and when he does, it’ll be because you two are ready for marriage, not because it’s his duty as prince.

His father didn’t like that though.

Despite Diavolo being the ruler of The Devildom, he is not yet the Demon King. That title still belongs to his father, who always has the final say. And in this case, his final say is that Diavolo cannot rule the kingdom on his own any longer.

Diavolo sees red when he hears this news.

It isn’t until his father decides to host a party to introduce him to possible suitors that Diavolo lies and says he’s already found someone to rule by his side. When asked who, Diavolo says your name, and, of course, his father wants to meet you right away.

The only thing is, Diavolo hasn’t told you of his true feelings, meaning you are oblivious to how he truly feels about you. His father cannot know of this though. So, with Diavolo on his knees before you, he begs you to pretend to be his lover. He promises that he’ll do whatever you ask of him, as long as you do him this favor.

Unbeknownst to Diavolo though, you’re just as crazy about him as he is about you. So of course you agree to his plan.

Asmo helps you with your appearance, Satan teaches you some big words to use in front of the Demon King to impress him, Lucifer teaches you the proper mannerism to use in front of him, Mammon lets you wear his most expensive jewelry, Beel shows you the correct silverware to use during the dinner and in what order to eat it in, plus what to avoid, Levi gives you history facts about The Devildom and what the Demon King has done for it before Diavolo took over, and Belphie reminds you to flatter the Demon King as much as possible to please him. Barbatos, of course, goes over everything with you again to make sure your success is definite.

When you’re finally ready, Diavolo picks you up at six o’clock sharp to bring you back to his father’s mansion for dinner. He smiles when he sees you, though his smile shrinks a bit when he notices how stiff and nervous you are.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to you when you reach him, gently taking a hold of your hand to kiss the back of it. His smile returns to its original state when you smile at him, your cheeks gaining heat to them at the compliment.

“Thank you. You look quite dapper yourself,” you reply softly, admiring him in his fancy suit. His smile turns into a grin, happy to hear that you like his suit. His tie is your favorite color and everything.

“Well, let’s get going,” he says as he leads you to the car and helps you get in. He talks to you about every and anything on the way there, trying to distract you and calm you down before you arrive. It works up until the car pulls up in front of his father’s mansion, your throat suddenly going dry. “You’ll do great,” he promises.

He helps you out just like how he had helped you in before assisting you up the grand steps. When you reach the door, he gives a single powerful knock before waiting. You two aren’t waiting long before the door is flying open and a small woman is standing there. “Good evening. Please come in,” she greets meekly, pulling the grand door open for you two to walk inside.

You two are then led to the dining room, where your chairs are pulled out for you two to sit. Within the next minute, the Demon King is walking in. “Welcome, welcome! I’m glad you two made it here okay!” he greets, surprising you with how chipper he seems. He takes a seat at the head of the grand table, your hands starting to shake a bit in his presence despite how friendly he seems. During Levi’s history lesson, he told you about all the scary things he’s done in his time.

As soon as he’s taken his seat, servants are flocking in with trays of drinks and appetizers. You all wait until they’re gone before beginning to eat. You stare down at your plate, trying to remember everything Beel and Lucifer taught you. Why are there three spoons and three forks? Surely you don’t need that many. You glance at Diavolo and pick up the same fork as him, taking a deep breath to help relax your nerves.

You glance at the Demon King to find that he looks satisfied with your silverware choice. Was this a test? You don’t have time to ponder it before he’s firing into questions about you. The first one being: “So, you’re...human?” How are you supposed to answer that? Of course you are, and he obviously knows this.

“Um, yes,” you stutter out, feeling your cheeks flush when you realize your mistake. “Yes, your highness!” He lets out a small hum, seeming to make a mental note of your mistake. From there, things seem to only get worse. It’s like you suddenly forgot how to speak like a normal person and things you’d never say are flying out of your mouth. You’re just trying to impress him and make him approve of you but you’re doing the exact opposite.

It isn’t until the end of dinner that he announces this.

“You know, son, I’m not sure this one is the best idea,” he starts, frowning at you as he gives you a once over. Before he can even continue though, Diavolo is standing up and glaring down at his father with a look of pure anger. You’ve never seen him so worked up before.

“I don’t care what you think about them! You told me to find someone to rule with and that’s what I’ve done. I love them and they will be by my side as I rule over The Devildom!” he announces, making your jaw drop as you stare up at him. You close your mouth and clench your jaw though when you remember what you’re here for. He doesn’t actually love you. He’s saying all of this to convince his father that he’s found someone who will rule with him.

You apparently tuned out of the conversation at the wrong time because the next thing you know, you’re being tugged up by Diavolo and his lips are finding yours. Your eyes go wide in shock despite your brain trying to yell at your body not to show any signs of surprise. It’s easier said than done though.

All too soon for your liking, Diavolo is pulling away from your lips. Something flashes in his eyes—hope or love maybe? Eh, who are you kidding—before he’s turning to look at his father again. “You see? I don’t want anyone else; I want them! They’re mine and I’m theirs!” he shouts at his father. Before he can reply to his son, Diavolo is dragging you out of the room and to the front of the house where the car is awaiting you both.

Diavolo is silent for a long time while you two drive back home, a heavy frown on his face and his knuckles white with how tight he’s clenching his fists. “I’m sorry for all of that,” he apologizes softly, bringing your eyes away from his hands to his face. He’s not looking at you though, simply staring out his window at the scenery passing him by.

“It’s okay. I understand. Barbatos informed me of your relationship with your father,” you say softly. They get along and all, but they more often than not end up in some sort of disagreement. It’s normally about how things are being done in The Devildom though.

He sighs and reaches over to take your hand in his, staring down at the small hand in his big one. “I hope you’ll still consider my proposal,” he says softly, making your brows furrow.

“What proposal?” you ask. His eyes finally meet yours and your heart skips a beat at how expressive his eyes are.

“To rule The Devildom with me, of course,” he replies like it’s obvious. Your brows shoot up to your hairline at this news though.

“What? I thought that was just something you were telling your father, so he wouldn’t force you to marry some rando,” you rush out, trying to wrap your mind around his words. There’s no way he actually wants you to rule The Devildom with him. You wouldn’t know the first thing about ruling over thousands of other people—er, demons.

His brows knit together at your response, his other hand moving to grab your free one. “(Y/n), I’m sorry. I...I should’ve said something sooner,” he whispers, staring down at your hands now. This only confuses you more though.

“Tell me what sooner?”

He’s silent for a long moment, trying to gather the right words he wants to say. “I love you. What I said back there, it’s true. I want you to be by my side and help me to run The Devildom. You have so many good ideas and suggestions, I just know you’ll make a wonderful leader.”

Now you’re just gaping at him like a fish.

“What? No. No, I...I can’t,” you mumble, pulling your hands out of his. He just pulls them right back to him though.

“You can’t? Can’t what? Be with me?” he asks softly, his voice sounding close to breaking, just like his heart.

“No! No, I...I want to be with you. I love you too. I just...I don’t know the first thing when it comes to ruling over demons, most of which want to eat me,” you reply, trying to sound playful and joking but failing, your words being too true and hitting too close to home.

That didn’t stop Diavolo from smashing his lips to yours for a passionate kiss though. “That doesn’t matter. None of it does as long as I get to be with you. I’ll even step down from being King for you,” he mumbles against your lips after you two pull back for air.

“No, don’t do that. These people need you just as much as I do. I’ll learn how to rule with time. Just stay by my side, okay?” you whisper back, pulling away from his face enough to look up into his eyes.

He smiles brighter than The Devildom’s moon as he nods his head rapidly. “I swear I will. I’ll help you every step of the way.” He seals his promise with another kiss...and then another...and then just one more to be sure.

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katsukistrustychurchshoos · 1 year ago

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Nahh cus these are so on point what 🔥🔥😩💞💞

THE WORM DILEMMA, part one | obey me ver.

warnings. ━━━━━ mentions of eating and bestiality, swearing

taglist. ━━━━━ send me an ask to be added to the general obey me or kpop taglist (or both ofc)

masterlist | part two

notes. ━━━━━ this idea randomly came to me and it was a lot of fun to do because i haven’t done a lot since i finished milky way. anyway please share ur thoughts and reblog it really helps writers on this app :3

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genshinology · 2 years ago

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GENSHINOLOGY welcomes you to the special 800 followers event!

#000 DISCLAIMER. the event is now closed, thank you all for visiting!

#001 INTRO. as a form of my gratitude for supporting this blog and reaching a big milestone, i will be hosting an event to celebrate and dedicate this to all 800 angels that have been together with me throughout this journey.

#002 WHAT IS IT ABOUT? this simple event will be revolving around fic titles that are suggested by you! i will try and come up with different scenarios solely from the suggestions.

#003 HOW TO JOIN? the steps are easy; read the rules on my carrd before joining, send an ask (anonymous or not, it’s up to your preference) with your title idea, and i will write anything based on it. your fic title can range from anything; long? short? a hint of angst? fluffy title all the way? there’s no limit! as long as it is still within my comprehension, i will write the scenario for you.

——— example:

anonymous asked : for the 800 event, what about “the red thread of fate”?

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content; zhongli x gn!reader, soulmates au, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, mentions of reincarnation, ...

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honestlyfragile · 3 years ago

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Lion Heart - Choi Soobin

Summary: When you and childhood best friend fall apart, what will bring you back together?

Pairing: Choi Soobin x Female Reader

Genre: Senior High School!au, fake-dating!au, non-idol, pretend relationship, fluff, light angst, slowburn, enemies to lovers

Warnings: underage drinking, mild cursing

WC: 12.4k

Also posted on Ao3 as: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33043672

It’s a not-so-fine Saturday morning, and you wake up for breakfast only to see your mother not present at the dining table despite all the food that had been prepared. Realizing that there was something missing, you head to the fridge to get some milk, but there was none.

“Mom, we ran out-“ You stop talking when you see who your mother was sharing a conversation with. None other than Soobin’s father who was on the other side of the fence.

“Well, would you look at that! Hey y/n, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Been busy. School.” You awkwardly let out a faint laugh and turn your back, retracting the thought of telling your mom about the milk shortage. Who knows who might come out of that house this time. Too late, though.

“Dad, can you crank the hose for-“ Soobin had entered the area of “danger,” it’s like stepping on a landmine. You’ll see. The moment he sees you, he fakes a cough and turns on the hose himself, trying his very best to avoid eye contact with any of the people that were present there right now.

“Oh, would you look at these two. Come on, you guys used to be so close! Remember when you would be here in the yard with the kiddie pool and you just-“ You cut off your mother’s ramble.

“Mom,” you whine.

“No really what happened with the both of you?” Soobin’s dad asks with hopeful eyes.

“High school happened.” Soobin rolls his eyes and it infuriates you. What exactly is with high school?

“Don’t get me started with you always causing trouble!” you yell, your fists all tight.

“Why do you care!” He yells back.

“Enough you two! Y/n, inside right now!”

You stomp your way back towards the house obeying your mother as Soobin was also scolded by his dad by the way he had acted.

“Goodness, I’m so sorry. I’ll go talk to Soobin about this. I hope y/n is okay. She’s a brilliant girl.” Soobin’s father apologizes.

“Don’t worry about it. They’re young. I’ll go talk to her too. Sorry about that, anyway I’ll catch up with you another time.”

It was always like this ever since you and Soobin had become distant with each other. Every time the universe tries to tie you both back together, you pull apart. Like oil and water.

---

“Care to tell me what that was about?” Soobin’s father sternly says as his son washes their car with a frown.

“It’s nothing dad. She’s just trying to find something to hold against me.”

“So you’re calling y/n a liar now?”

“No, it’s just- it’s whatever okay? Let it go.”

“If I find out that you really are causing trouble in school I’m going to straighten you out.” His father walks away with the same frown Soobin had, only with a few extra wrinkles on his forehead.

Soobin shakes his head and sighs. He tries to recall where it all went south for your friendship. When you guys entered high school, your interests became different and both got sucked into a different type of crowd, causing the both of you to spend more time away from each other to not spending time together at all.

He couldn’t even blame you for acting the way you did, because he knows that he had been pretty messed up the past few years, he kind of lost his way. He always felt your absence but always tried to cover up with something temporary.

—

You were a very participative member of the student body, in the past years, you had scored different positions in the student council office. This year, you finally qualified to run for student council president.

You liked to serve others and make their experience in school memorable. Though you're quite strict about following the school’s rules, there was always a way to make it easier for the people to follow.

“Busy with the campaign I see” your favorite boy, Mark Lee sneaks behind you while you stick flyers on the bulletin board, catching you off guard.

“Mark,” you blush and turn around to face him. “Yeah pretty much. Do you think they’re nice? Not too tacky?”

Mark puts two fingers under his chin, pretending to think. “They’re alright.” he jokes. And you pout. “I’m kidding. They’re great!” then smiles.

“If you’re just gonna stand there and look like that I don’t think it’s gonna help me win, Mark. Help me out here!” You say, and hand him a bunch of flyers.

“Right.. Right on it, Ms. President” He winks.

“Don’t Jinx it.”

You continued to walk around the school and hand out the flyers, not really paying much attention to who you hand them out to.

“Hope you can vote for-” you look up to see who had just gotten the flyer. “Me.” You roll your eyes. Of course it had to be him.

Soobin silently receives the flyer and tries to speak. “Sorry about the other day…”

“I didn’t know that you knew how to say sorry. Forget it. Don’t vote for me.” You snatch the flyer from him and walk away.

Soobin was tall, everyone knew that. In fact he’s one of the tallest in school but no one can ever make him feel smaller than you did. And it’s not even your fault.

"Over here!" a girl's voice called from a few metres away. It was Arin, his girlfriend.

Soobin immediately changes his expression to a bright one and heads over to Arin, who was waiting for him at the table with food.

"Hey," He bends over and kisses her hair.

"What happened? Was she messing with you?"

"No no, it's nothing, it's just her whole campaign thing." He shrugs.

"Ugh, that girl really thinks she can win again. I won't vote for her, especially when she's being mean to you."

"Arin, leave it okay? It's nothing, don't take it personally, y/n is a good leader."

"If you like her so much then go be with her." she whispers under her breath.

Soobin's jaw clenches. "What did you say?"

"Nothing. Eat."

---

“So student council election results are coming up AND homecoming, are you ready?” Your best friend, Ryujin asks.

“As I’ll ever be.” you say taking a deep breath. “But what if I don’t win, Jinnie? What should I do? It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” your voice filled with worry. Most people were intimidated by the student council and working in that office. But you were more afraid of what was out there. You had never given much time for yourself to enjoy other things to the fullest because you thought that it was selfish of you to do so.

“You’ll win okay? I don’t see anyone else fit for the position. C’mon, let’s go see the basketball team’s practice, that way maybe we can also score dates for the dance.” She giggles.

You tried to ease your worries and let out a small laugh as you linked arms with your best friend on the way to the gym.

You enter the gymnasium, wincing at the sound of squeaky sneakers and bouncing balls. The both of you take a seat on the bleachers to get a good view of the team.

“How can someone literally look so perfect even when they’re all.. sweaty and icky from running around?” Your chin meets the palm of your hand as you stare into the distance, your eyes eventually fixed on none-other than Mark Lee, quite a stunner he is.

Just when you thought your cheeks could not get any warmer, he looks over you and winks before he shoots from the three-point line. He makes it. Your cheeks swell and butterflies rush to your stomach. Her favorite boy.

Ryujin, with a sour expression on the side, quickly shifts before you even see. “He’s totally into you” she tries to say with at least a percentage of sincerity.

“Ya think? He’ll probably like to be with me if I win student council president.” You can’t help but smile.

‘Yeah… he will,” Ryujin says in a tone. But you were too caught up with Mark’s charms to even notice.

Before you even knew, he had already come up to you. Nothing like your favorite boy up close. After shooting hoops. Sweaty. Hair brushed off his forehead. Labored breathing.

“Having fun? My game has been off today.” He scratches the back of his head.

“Off? You were great as always.” You gushed. “Here, I brought something for you.” and hand him his favorite sports drink.

“Aw thanks y/n you’re the best!” Mark says, taking a sip.

Ryujin rolls her eyes. “You’re the best” she quietly mimics. “Sorry to ruin your moment but we have to go, we’re gonna be late for class.” Before Mark could even respond, Ryujin grabs you by the arm heading towards the exit of the gymnasium.

Taken aback by her behavior, you wanted to ask what was wrong and why she’s suddenly all pissy but keep it to yourself. Ryujin has her days.

——

You were out on your own during the afternoon at the nearby neighborhood cafe and someone just happened to notice your lack of company.

“Is this seat taken?” Your favorite boy tugs the chair away from the table.

“It was supposed to.” You chuckle. "Hi Mark."

“Oh? Who were you waiting for?”

“My dad, but y’know he’s never on time. Wanna finish this plate of fries with me?”

“I see,” he takes one from the plate. “I’m on to the shoe store right now to pick something up, do you wanna come with me?” He asks with hopeful eyes.

Oh my god. You must’ve thought you were crazy right now. But heck, bad timing is a real thing isn’t it?

“Oh man, Mark I can’t today. I can’t really ditch my dad you know?” You say in deep disappointment. The one time Mark asks you out, you couldn’t even be with him out of all the days.

“Oh alright. It’s cool y/n, thanks for the fries. I’ll see you at the game tonight.” he shows a disheartened smile and walks out of the cafe.

Right. There was a game tonight. You would make it up to him, you always did even if you didn't know if it matters to him if you showed up or not.

----

“Go Ravens Go!” The crowd cheers with their school leading by 6 points in the last quarter. Mark locks with your eyes as he sees you in the crowd during timeout and you do the same. Maybe it did matter that you showed up.

You see Mark whispering to another guy from school who wasn’t from the team and after a few seconds, the “designated Dave” had been sent towards your direction.

You were hoping to be the one being tapped on the shoulder but it was Ryujin who he had asked for. How come?

“Taehyun, are you sure you have the right person?” Ryujin says, also surprised to be called for.

“Yeah, you are Ryujin right? That’s what Mark said…” He trails off

“I am, but what do you want?”

“Just come with me for a sec” Taehyun covers his ears from the noisy crowd.

You feel uneasy, what if all this time Mark just used you to get closer to Ryujin? But that didn’t make sense because your best friend would tell you if the guy you liked was trying to hit on her right?

She’s back.

“What was that about?” You ask Ryujin, trying to act as if it didn’t bother you.

“Relax. He’s all yours. He asked if you were free to come to the dance!” She nudges your shoulder.

You let out a laugh, “But why can’t he do it himself? Tell his little designated dave over there that he has to ask me out himself.” You challenge. Was this why Mark wanted to take you with him to the shoe store a while ago? You feel very stupid right now.

“Why do you have to make it difficult for him?"

"What's so difficult about having courage? He talks to me all the time but when it comes to something I really want to hear, he can't tell me?"

"Just saying, y/n. You don't get asked these very often." Ryujin shrugs

----

“It’s time.” you mutter to yourself in class, listening to the announcement of elected Student Council members through the PA system.

“And for the student council president… Lee Chaeryeong! Congratulations. Please present yourselves in the student council room after you are dismissed from your classes. We are proud to welcome our newly elected students. Please look forward to a fruitful school year with all of you.”

Your heart drops. You were never prepared to lose, even if you tried. You fall back on your seat as everyone celebrates Chaeryeong’s win. The silence in your empty heart was more deafening than the noise that surrounded you.

“You did well, Y/n.” Mark pats you in the back. But despite his presence, it couldn’t even change the disappointment you felt.

You leave the class and head to meet your best friend.

“I’m so sorry y/n.” Ryujin gives you a hug.

“It’s fine. You know crap happens. Let’s go home. Do you wanna hang out?"

“Actually, they have a party for everyone later this evening. But I think it's better… if you don't go?" Ryujin hung back with her words.

“But why? You did say it's for everyone. Doesn’t mean I lost, I have to act like a loser."

“Aw c'mon it isn’t like that! I'm just looking out for you, you know.”

“Yeah you're right I guess. Thanks, Jinnie. I'll be at home."

"You'll be fine, okay? Take care."

She heads home and so do you. Not until Mark catches up to you, causing you to stumble upon your tracks.

"Hey, c'mon cheer up! At the very least you'll have more time to do other things rather than just sit in the office... planning for everyone" He makes it sound so unlikable.

"Yeah? like what other things?" You were hoping for him to pop the question. But only end up being disappointed.

"Dunno, having fun with me-” He hesitates, “I mean having fun at the party later!"

“Ah, about that,” you purse your lips. “I’m not going, Mark. I think I'll do a raincheck. Have fun though okay?”

“That’s too bad. Feel better, y/n.”

“Thanks.”

The timing was off again. Your heart races just a little. You think to yourself if he’s really into you or is he just playing around as he had always done ever since you were in freshman year? Is it because you didn't win as student council president? Right. Who wants to be seen with a loser anyway? Was it really that hard for him to ask you to the dance? You have liked Mark since then but you don't really know where it’s headed with him. But he made you smile, it was more than enough, for now.

---

It’s been two hours and you had done nothing but sulk in your bedroom, while everyone was having fun in that so-called afterparty that they were having.

"Maybe I should go,” you think to yourself. You really don't have a reputation to keep anymore, right? How far can being a good girl get you when people have stopped paying attention already? Losing the elections made them turn a blind eye to you. Maybe this is one of the "other things" that you can do that Mark has been talking about.

You get out of bed and put on some decent clothes. Too decent. But like what you said, you're not great at these kinds of things. But now is finally the time to show them that the good girl can have fun too. You leave a note to your mother that you will be out for the evening with Ryujin.

You arrive at a venue which was a music room bar that had been rented out by one of the elected students from the council. You wonder how they managed to enter this place when there was barely anyone of legal age present.

"Name." The bouncer asks. Shoot.

"Um, I- uh"

"I got her." Mark slings his arm around you and walks you inside. "That's a surprise. I thought you said you weren't coming."

"Well, you said that this was an opportunity for me to do "other things", right?" you say, trying to be as cool as possible. But you were already feeling uneasy about the new environment.

Mark furrows his brows, then smiles. "Alright, atta girl! I'd be honored to mix your first drink of the night. It is your first, right?"

You chuckle, "Yeah it is."

"Great. What can I get started for you?" He's speaking like a Starbucks barista, silly.

"Um, a triple mocha frappuccino?" you cackle. "A vodka with cranberry juice is fine."

"On it" he hands it over with a cheeky smile.

"Thanks Mark. You don't have to stay here.. with me I mean-” You awkwardly look around, like you had the night planned for yourself. But really you were only waiting for him to ask you about the dance. You were too shy to bring it up to him because it would seem like you were being desperate.

"Oh yeah I was just about to go to my friends if you don't mind," Mark says.

"Yeah yeah no it's fine. I'll find my way around here." but you kind of wished he had asked you to join him.

You try to blend in with the crowd and look for Ryujin. There she was with the jocks which was funny, because you weren't aware that she was close enough with them to hang out. But it’s a party after all.

"Jin-ah," you tap her shoulder.

"Oh? Y/n? I thought you weren't going to come…" she says like she had been interrupted by something. Not even happy to see her friend, who just lost the elections by the way.

"Yeah, I changed my mind. No one would care about me being here anyway so I'll enjoy myself like no one's watching!" you force a smile.

"I told you not to come though, right?” Ryujin crosses her arms.

“Why are you so upset about it Jinnie? It’s a party! Am I not allowed here?”

Ryujin’s expression changes. “It’s not that.. Whatever. do what you want, Y/n.”

"I didn't know you were close to them, don't worry I'll find my way here on my own… Have fun Jinnie" You walk away, sometimes you feel like Ryujin’s just using you when it’s convenient. It’s been getting really tiring trying to deal with how she treats you.

You had never felt so unwanted. First, you couldn't get the student body to vote enough for you to win. Second, your best friend doesn't even want you around. Even if you wish shouldn’t have come like what you've been told, that’s not the case anymore. Because now you have a third reason.

Not even a few minutes have passed but Chaeryeong and Mark are now making out and trying to eat each other’s faces off. It did matter if she won the election. You wished you knew better than this. What is it with this night? Do they think that you were just completely invisible? When did people ever care if you got hurt?

“I do.” Soobin says.

“What?” you say, tears forming.

“I care.”

You didn’t know you said those out loud and now you just want to be eaten by the floor.

“No you don’t. Where’s your girlfriend?”

“We broke.. Up” Soobin looks down to his feet.

“Well sucks to be us right? Whatever.” You storm off and go elsewhere.

One drink turned into three, four, and more than you could even remember because now you were being pulled off a tabletop by Ryujin who's clearly very embarrassed by the behavior that you were showing.

"Y/n get a grip what are you doing!"

"Why? Was I not a good dancer? Look guys, the good girl goes wild!" you slur out, losing your balance. You might've said that one a little too loudly because now all eyes are on the both of you.

"Enough, let's get you home." Ryujin slings your arm over her shoulders and carries you out while you could barely walk.

"No! one more!" You say with a finger up in the air begging for another drink.

"Soobin!" Ryujin yells out.

"Oh my god what happened to her?"

"Long story! I don't know, but can you please help me get her home? You're neighbors right?" Ryujin says trying her best to keep you standing.

“Yeah we are but-”

“Take her home please!”

“But she wouldn’t like that-”

“Is that what matters now? I don’t care!”

“But you did this to her! You knew she was upset and yet you let her drink so much!” Soobin blurts out by accident because he knew what had happened.

Ryujin lets go of you and leaves you almost falling to the floor. She was tired of getting blamed. "God. You really are best friends."

Soobin catches you in his arms and asks if you're able to walk but instead you stumble in response. Guess not. So he slings you over his shoulders instead.

You start weakly hitting his back. "Put me down! I don't wanna be with you!" you yell, drunk as hell.

"Well, you have no choice now do you?" He sarcastically says, your punches don't hurt one bit. They were too weak.

"I don't wanna be with you!" You yell once again and it annoys the hell out of him that he thought that maybe it was a bad idea to be the one to bring you home. But there was no way he wouldn't. He saw how much you went through tonight and couldn’t even protect you from the madness of it all. He was so mad at everyone who made you feel like this but most importantly he’s mad at himself because he let them.

Soobin brings you over to his friend's car who wasn't under any influence and sits with you at the back seat. Just when he thought his patience could not extend any longer, you throw up on his pants.

"Oh my god" Soobin clenches his jaw.

"I told you I don't wanna be with you!" you laugh, having no control of your emotions—of everything, actually.

"Well I don't either! Now keep yourself together until we get home. If you don't want your mom to ground you for life. Why are you doing this anyway? This isn't you"

"How do you know that?" You poke his chest hard with your finger. "You haven't even been with me since sophomore year remember?"

"Can we not do this here?"

"You asked for it" you roll her eyes and fall back on your seat.

“Man, my car stinks!” the person behind the wheel says.

“Tell her that.” Soobin gags at the thought that your vomit is still on his pants.

"Well sorry, uh what's your name again?" you ask.

"Yeonjun."

"Right, Yeonjun. Superman over here thinks he could save the day!"

Yeonjun only shakes his head and continues to drive before it gets too late. The rest of the ride was silent, yet so loud. You two have never been alone like this in ages. You barely remember how his presence felt. But he never forgot. You just wanted this night to end.

"We're here" Soobin shakes you awake. You didn't realize that you had fallen asleep during the ride.

"I'm dizzy." you say, so he helps you stand while your arm is over his shoulders.

"We can't pass through the front door. Your mom is here already." He knew his way around your house, only because he used to be in it all the time back then.

He led the both of you to the back door, he knew where you kept the spare keys, by the house plant near the door. "Thanks, Soobin. I'll take it from here."

That's a first, he thought he would never hear anything nice from you. "Alright. I'll see you around, I guess."

"Yep."

Soobin heads back home, shoulders sulking and hands in his pocket. You wished for him to look back to have a last glance at him. He did. When was the last time he was here? His eyes were glazed but not as much as yours, his cheeks were flushed, hair sticking on his forehead. Must’ve been because of all the lifting he had to do which makes you kinda embarrassed. How did it come to this? How did you become such strangers to each other?

As you carefully head back to your room trying to avoid making any noise, you take a peek from outside your window, which was the direct opposite of Soobin’s.

He was there, on his bed and he hasn’t changed his clothes either. You get your landline and dial his number. You're able to see him get out of bed and put the phone next to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi.”

“Y/n why are you calling here? What do you want?”

“Because you haven't changed your pants. Gross." you joke. "I don’t know your phone number anymore. This is the only number I could remember."

"I was about to! And how old fashioned." He chuckles.

"So, rough night huh?"

"Ya think?"

Both of you were now looking at each other through your windows. Like this was one of those Taylor Swift music videos.

"Got any dates- uhm I mean plans for homecoming?" you ask.

"No actually, It's not my thing." He scratches the back of his head.

"Come with me."

"Is that supposed to be a request? You're drunk y/n."

"No, it's a command. And I'm desperate.Think about it, we can get payback."

"You mean you get payback. What's in it for me?"

"Well you have Arin right?"

Right because you were the exact reason why Arin broke up with me. Soobin thinks.

“What do you say?"

"I-"

"Sleep on it and let me know tomorrow. My head hurts." Without even saying goodbye, you drop the call and leave Soobin in awe. You were just as surprised at what you had said as he was. Not even being sure about what you really meant.

---

"This room hasn't changed," Soobin says, walking around with his arms crossed.

"Wha- What are you doing here!" You jump out of bed, covering yourself with a blanket because you were still in your sleeping clothes.

"I've decided."

"On what? How'd you get in here anyway?"

"Your mom let me. She was thrilled by the way. And I've decided that fine, I'll go with your... scheme or whatever you call it." He sits on the side of your bed. "Is that Duri?" he reaches for the small stuffed toy beside you. You've had this since you were kids.

"Give it back!" you snatch it back from him. "And.. yeah that. Good. Then we start by going to school together, on Monday."

"Can't we catch up on each other this weekend? I'd like to get to know who I'm "dating" . Thank you very much."

You shake your head. "Fine. Can you leave now? I'm not even dressed!"

"Oh you aren't? I wanna see!" he jokes.

"I hate you!" You throw him one of your pillows but he continues to laugh. You can't remember the last time you heard him laugh or see him smile like that.

"Okay okay" He raises both of his hands on his chest trying to contain himself. "I'll catch you later, babe" he winks and heads to the door.

"Gross!"

All Soobin did was laugh off your behavior. He loved to tease you when you were kids, and you still react the same way. Some things never change.

Just like his feelings for you. Was he waiting on the universe to bring you back together? Yes. But did he want it in this way? No. How can he be a fake boyfriend if his feelings were real? But you despise him now, there was no way his happily ever after would come.

Some people might wonder, why does Soobin like you the way he does? You're polar opposites, you two didn't look like you got along in any way. Well to Soobin, you were his twin flame, you were yin and yang. Peanut butter and jelly. Not until he ruined it for you.

Soobin was— let's say the more adventurous type and you were the safe goody two shoes. Multiple times Soobin had been too adventurous and started pulling pranks in school, his pranks with his friends got worse until they started causing trouble amongst themselves and the student body. You kept telling him that it was enough yet he didn't listen. You started to be embarrassed to be seen with him and to be associated with someone who got comfortable causing discomfort to others. So you broke away from him.

Few years passed and Soobin had already tried to let go of his troublemaker self by showing that he's a good student now, but you had never seemed to notice. You've completely lost interest in his life, in him. So maybe, this whole fake boyfriend thing will give Soobin his redemption. Or so he thought.

-----

"First, don't you dare fall in love with me."

"Got that." He tries to get a pen and paper from her desk.

"What are you doing?" You furrowed your brows. "I'm not joking Soobin."

"So am I. I'm just writing it down so I don't forget. Duh." He actually jots down what you say.

"See this is why I can't stand you. You can't ever be fucking serious for once." you purse your lips in a tight line, clearly very aggravated already. Soobin finally takes the hint and stops.

"Thank you. Next, don't hold my hand or kiss me until I do it first, or until I say so."

"Y/n, if you do it like this people won't exactly buy it…"

"Oh right, you had a girlfriend… I actually have no idea how dating works." You collapse on your bed. To think of it you have actually never dated anyone before. Dating Mark in your head doesn't count. "I was too caught up in school, student council… Keeping you away from trouble which clearly didn't happen."

"Too busy falling for someone like Mark Lee." he scoffs. "Well just let me do it the way that I know how to do it okay?"

"You don't have to rub it on my face." you roll your eyes. “Whatever."

Suddenly, Soobin feels bad about his remark. He knew how much Mark hurt your feelings which caused you to be the mess that you were yesterday. Why is he acting like this? He’s tired of messing up things because of his mouth that he can’t keep shut about useless things. He’s tired of himself.

You and Soobin head to the mall because you figured that shopping could be one of the things he had to do with you to get closer. Of course, this would mean walking around the mall until his legs are numb and trying to approve your outfits.

“Should I get this?” You get out of the dressing room for the nth time wearing a dress that hangs above your knees with small floral prints on it. Soobin looks up from his phone, you look beautiful.

“It’s nice.” He gave a small smile that showed his dimples.

“Hm, not nice enough I guess,” hands on your hips with a pout.

“What? I said it was nice!” Soobin argued, he was still hesitating to tell you full out on what he thinks of it. But goes on anyway. “It’s perfect. Please, go buy it.”

“You’re saying that because you’re tired of following me around. But alright.” You head back to the dressing room to change and ring the dress to the cashier.

“I’ll pay,” Soobin offers the money as he saw the total amount.

“Huh?” You look at him in awe.

“Why? Can’t I spoil my girlfriend from time to time?” He grins. You almost forgot that this was supposed to be a date for the both of you. Guess you haven't fully immersed yourself in the whole situation yet. Even if you were the one who thought of it first. It was too awkward for you to be around Soobin like this again, especially when he grew almost a foot taller than the last time you were together.

“Thanks.” was all you could say.

“Don’t worry about it. I wanna see you wear it soon.”

“I will.” you finally muster up a smile.

How could Soobin make this easier for you? This won’t work the way you want it to be if you're too stingy. He thought of ways on how to try to make you comfortable like listening to you when you're talking about anything, and being a gentleman. He thought of how you can trust him again because that’s the thing you lost for him a long time ago.

The both of you went around the mall some more, Soobin’s hands were still in his pocket. He wanted to hold yours so bad. But there was no one to impress here, it was useless trying to put up an act.

“Oh my god” You whisper to yourself.

Before he could say anything, you lace your arm around Soobin’s and he felt as stiff as a rock because he was taken back by your gesture. Apparently, Mark was at the shoe store that you happened to pass by, you did it just in case he ever looks your way.

“Let’s go back! Pretend to look for some shoes,” She says, your eyes desperate. Really wanting to prove something to Mark.

“Y/n you know that’s not my thing,” He looks down on his worn-out Converse.

“C’mon Soobin please,” you pout. “For me? You need a new pair of shoes anyway. C’mon I’ll buy them for you. Since you got me the dress. Okay?"

“You don’t have to-”and you're already walking towards the store.

You and Soobin enter and pretend that you don't see Mark anywhere. You brought Soobin to the section that you thought would suit him the most. Casual sneakers since he doesn't play sports.

"Can you try this on?" You grab a shoe from the display and hand it over to Soobin. He hesitates, but he couldn't resist the way you were looking at him. So he took it and put it on.

"It's a little small," he says, trying to stand on it.

"Oh right, giants have big feet. Silly me." you chuckle, "What's your size?"

He bursts out laughing "Which one? My foot or my-"

"Nevermind! Oh my god." You hit him playfully. "Can we get a size for him please?" You ask the salesman.

The salesman eyes Soobin's foot and thinks that he's a size 11.5 so he was off to get that one in the stock room.

"Wow y/n, I didn't know you were Soobin's sugar mama." Mark sneaks up behind you and Soobin stands from his seat. Soobin has always had a bad feeling about Mark, especially with how upset he made you during the party. Mark also had always liked to pick on him ever since 7th grade.

"Back off, Mark," Soobin says. You hold him back

"Soobin-" You plead.

"Can't even buy shoes for yourself?" Mark snickers.

"I'm getting it for him because he bought me all of these." You say, lifting up the shopping bags to Mark's face even if Soobin only bought the dress out of everything you were holding. He shouldn't be embarrassed by someone like that.

"Right. Keep it up you two, really." He backs up defensively.

"I wouldn't say that if I were you, keep it down, Mark." You look over his crotch and turn around to hold your partner's hand. "Let's go, Soobin."

----

"You're sick" Soobin laughs in disbelief. "Didn't know you had that in you."

"He deserves it." You shrug with a lopsided smile. "Anyway, do you like the shoes? Do they fit well?"

"They're awesome. Thank you y/n, you know I'll wear these for a long time." This really meant a lot to him because he isn't used to receiving gifts.

You two head off to eat somewhere and they end up at the place where your parents used to take you all the time. They still had the best-fried chicken according to them.

"Shopping makes you hungry doesn't it?" You say, clearly enjoying the food more than expected.

Soobin couldn't help but smile. "You'd be starving."

"Taste this one!" You excitedly hold up the chopsticks, Soobin thought of grabbing the food on his own but instead, you positioned the chopsticks in front of his mouth, which means he was to take a bite from there. Again, Soobin hesitates but does it anyway. "Good right?" You say with hopeful eyes.

"The best." He smiles and feels all warm. But he's already letting his feelings get ahead of him when he knows so well that you don't want anything to do with him after this deal. This was a game. But would it hurt to play along as much as he could? This was the closest thing he could experience. It's okay to be selfish sometimes. He tells himself.

"You're a messy eater," Soobin says, wiping off the sauce that had scattered on the sides of your lips and you flinched a little. But let him anyway. He couldn't help but wonder, when will he get to kiss them? But shakes away that thought. It was too early.

----

"Thanks for today loser," It’s been so long since you called him that. "I had fun. Really." You smile.

"You're welcome." he bites his lip and looks over his shoes, awkwardly grazing the pavement with his foot. But his eyes widened because he had felt a pair of lips on his cheek. You kissed them.

"Monday okay?" You step back but leave your hand placed very lightly on his chest. Before Soobin had a chance to say anything, you were already headed to the front door.

Soobin stands there in awe and puts a hand against his cheek which was now very warm. And let out a sigh. This wasn't going to be easy.

As Soobin walks toward his house he is surprised by his own father, who was apparently watching the both of you through the window.

"So is this why you were pretending to hate each other?" Soobin's father says, shaking his head.

"No dad it's-" It would be more disappointing for him to know the truth so instead he says "Okay you're right. We just thought it would be awkward if we openly dated and both of our parents saw you know? See? just like now, you'd talk about it nonstop."

His father didn't know about Arin, Soobin was very careful of who he let's his family meet. At the very least they knew how brilliant you were from the start. They just weren't sure if Soobin was the perfect fit for you. Not that he wasn't brilliant himself but… no it actually is that he wasn't as brilliant as they wanted him to be. But he was kind. Behind all the stupid pranks, he was kind.

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You wake up getting ready for school and for the first time that you really get this show on the road with Soobin. You fix your hair up nicely like you always do and put on light makeup since that was the only thing allowed in school.

You hear a knock on your door and it was Soobin, with his hair up which was very unusual because he always wore it down.

"Who are you?" You let out a laugh of disbelief. Soobin feels shy.

"Did I go overboard?" he hisses through his teeth. "I'll go back and change it then."

"No, stupid. You look great. It's just a new look to me that's all. Let's go" You smile. Your mom looks at the both of you with a delighted smile, she had saved her thoughts for later though.

"We're taking my car." He says as the both of them walk towards it. He opens the door for you and you mouth a small 'thanks' and settle right in.

Before you could remember to do it yourself, Soobin had reached across you to put your seatbelt on. And stops halfway. "You smell nice." He whispers before clicking them together.

You smile while feeling a little tense on your seat, you eye how Soobin's hand looks so good on the wheel, but even better if it was holding yours. You gently tap his arm and he gives a small hum in response.

"Hand." You say, Soobin looking confused. "Give me your hand." You repeat, clearly this time.

Soobin nods and places his left hand on the steering wheel before giving it to you. His hand was cold, must've been because of how nervous he was today. He tries to act relaxed in the best way that he could, but you still catch up with his nervousness.

"I thought you were better at this than me," you say, rubbing a thumb against his hand.

"I just didn't expect you to do this, that's all." He clears his throat and focuses on the road.

"Well you're gonna have to get used to it." You say. The rest of the car ride was silent with faint sounds from the local radio station.

The both of you arrive at school staying inside the car for a moment for a little briefing between you. "So here's the plan, do what you want. What you think you should do to make it convincing for them and I'll do my best to play along okay?" You tell Soobin, looking him in the eye.

"Alright." He nods. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

He opens the car door and closes it for you, slipping his hands around your waist and pulls you closer. You walked like this and immediately gained attention from the people around you. Soobin feels a rush of confidence over him, because for today, and the upcoming days, you were finally his. He also made a mental note to himself that he should remember not to expect anything when this all ends at homecoming, but it might be more difficult than expected. Always up for a good challenge.

"Oh la la" Ryujin says, coming up to both of you. You were too drunk to remember that Ryujin had left you behind at the party while handing you to Soobin at that time, so you don't look at her in a negative light.

Soobin looks at Ryujin with sharp eyes, but you don't notice.

"You can go now, baby" you breathe and Soobin's expression softens. That's the first time you called him that and he doesn't know if he could take more of it.

Ryujin raises her eyebrows at him, as if she were mocking him. "I'll catch you at lunch." Soobin says and kisses your forehead.

"What are you up to Princess," Ryujin smirks.

"Don't call me that," you laugh. "it just.. happened. You know after the party, he took me home and that was kinda the first time I ever got to be with him again." You explain, fumbling with the books in your locker.

"Your neighbor? Y/n really? That's the best you got?"

"So what if he is Ryujin? He was my best friend." You don’t call her by her nickname. "Why are you so worked up about it?"

Ryujin lets out a stiff laugh, "Nothing! It's just that with the whole Mark thing being over I just thought I'd prepare myself to comfort you. Guess I don't have to anymore."

You shake your head. "Right. What happened during the rest of that night anyway?"

"I actually didn't stay very long after handing you over to Soobin, so besides from Mark and Chaeryeong eating each other's faces, nothing much." She shrugs. "Here he comes." and points at Mark who was coming your way.

"Jinnie, let's go." You tug your friend by the wrist and hear the faint voice of Mark calling your name, it's working.

"Y/n," His back crouched, hands over your locker for him to lean on.

"What do you want, Mark?" You say, totally loving how you have him wrapped around your fingers now.

"Can we talk? Please?" He says. "Just us."

Ryujin looks at you with wide eyes and gets the hint. She leaves you two alone.

"What is it now Mark?" you ask, arms crossed.

"Why can't we be friends again?"

"Friends again? After you were making out with Chaeryeong at that party? You didn't care about how I would feel. You knew I was there." You say, trying to keep your voice down, but you were so angry.

"But why does that matter to you! We're friends, you're not supposed to get jealous about who I kiss!"

"Because you couldn't even ask me to dance on your own!" You say, losing it.

"Ask you what? I never.... Who told you that?" Confusion clear in his face.

He didn't plan on taking you to the dance? Then what did Taehyun say to Ryujin?

You couldn't respond to him anymore. Instead you walked out the hall and left him. You have never felt more embarrassed right now.

[During the basketball game]

"Can I talk to Ryujin?" Taehyun says over the noisy crowd.

Ryujin follows him out to the back.

"Do you think Y/n would get mad if Mark wanted to ask someone else to the dance?" Taehyun asks.

"Of course? She likes Mark so much. Why would he ask someone else?" Ryujin says, genuinely confused.

"Because he wants to go with Chaeryeong."

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"That's why he let me go here to tell you to drive y/n away from the party tonight. He wouldn't want to hurt her feelings."

After you walked out, Mark had come looking for Ryujin because he wanted to have a word with her as well. He discovered that he had his last period with her so he's going to take that opportunity to talk.

"Ryujin," he says, trying to catch up to her because she hurriedly tried to leave the classroom.

"What?" She says, fear in her eyes because she knew what she had done.

"What did you tell y/n? Why is she so upset with me? I let Taehyun tell you to protect her feelings right?"

"I did," She says, avoiding eye contact. "I told her that you couldn't ask her to the dance on your own. I didn't know that she would wait for you to actually do it. She didn't let it go!" Ryujin panics because Mark was fuming red right at this moment.

His jaw is clenched and takes a deep breath. "What kind of friend are you?"

"No, what kind of friend are you?" She points at his chest multiple times. "You knew how she felt about you and you kept leading her on. This is your fault." and she walks away.

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Soobin heads over to his friend's lunch table, waiting for you to get out of class.

"Well look at you," Beomgyu teases, probably about his fresh look. "Who are we- I mean you being pretty for?"

"Y/n."

His friend almost spat out his drink.

"What? Since when? Didn't Yeonjun drive you guys home? He said you two bickered the entire time." Beomgyu said, munching on his chips.

Soobin ignores what his friend says because you were already approaching their table. Soobin kicks Beomgyu under the table, as if telling him to act normal and not ask any weird questions around you.

"Hi baby," you peck Soobin on the cheek. "Hi Beomgyu" She smiles.

Soobin already feels like burning up right now but he has to keep his cool. He didn't realize that it was much harder when there were people around, especially his friends.

"Hey, y/n" Beomgyu gives her a small smile while the rest of their friends settle down at the table, surprised by your presence.

"Uhm" Soobin starts, "I hope you guys don't mind if y/n joins us today"

Yeonjun, looking the most surprised since he was the one to drive the both of you the other night. "Oh it's cool man, no worries."

You nicely smile at them. They were the people you were never around much because they were the type of people to not be involved with much activities in school, they preferred to hang out on their own.

The rest of the lunch went by and the both of you made sure that you didn't make his friends too uncomfortable, you realized that they were great people to be friends with. You hoped that even after all of this was over, you could still hang out with them.

Soobin couldn't help but notice how uneasy you were, despite trying to get along with his friends. Which he is very thankful for, by the way.

"Everything alright? You look…" He doesn't continue but you get the hint.

"It's nothing" You say. It wasn't the time yet. The both of you just got started with this plan of yours, and you also had to do this for Soobin to prove something to Arin. It wouldn't be fair to dump this on him. And besides, you actually just started to enjoy his company.

-----

"Binnie," you whine. That's the nickname you used to call him when you were young.

"Yes?" He says fumbling with his homework on his desk, while you walk around his room trying to look for something interesting. And there it was.

"Why do you still have this photo of us?" You teased, holding out the small picture of the both of you from when you were in 6th grade stuck in his pin board. Soobin immediately gets up from his desk and tries to snatch the picture from you.

"Give it!" he snarls but you run around playfully with the picture in your hand. Soobin tries to chase after you, and when there was nowhere left for you to run, your body ends up being backed up by his door, trapped with both of his arms on both of your sides.

"You haven't answered me," you smirk. "Why do you still have this?"

"Give it" he says, incredibly close to you that you could feel his breath. A little more and your lips would actually touch.

"No." you insist. "Or else?"

"Or else...this!" both of his hands fall to your sides and start to tickle you like crazy, you squeal and leave your guard down. Finally, the picture drops on the floor. Soobin picks it up and keeps it in one of the drawers in his desk.

----

Soobin had thought of kissing you, right then and there. But he was too scared to mess things up. He wasn't sure if it was something he should do when no one was around. He wouldn't take advantage of you like that because he valued you a lot.

He wondered why you haven't brought up anything from the past much, besides his old nickname and the picture from his room. He wanted to apologize to you for everything, but it always seemed like you never wanted to talk about it.

It's true though, you hated confrontation. It was better for you to move on without having to reevaluate things. You hated to be reminded of the past. But all Soobin wanted was for you to know that things will be better from now on, whether if it was for your friendship or everything else.

Soobin: y/n are you free tonight? I was wondering if it was okay to take you to see some performers at a cafe tonight.

He sends a text, leaving out that Arin was going to be there, because that used to be their type of date. But Soobin had always wanted to try bringing you there. He doesn't know if you'd like it, but it was worth a try.

Y/n: Sure Binnie. pick me up at 7. :)

You reply and it instantly brings a big smile to his face. He wasn't even doing this for Arin, he was doing it for you. If he had to fake a relationship with you, at the very least he could make it feel like the realest thing in the universe for him, even just for a while.

And it's sad, how Soobin had always settled. For anything. He settles with the way you treat him, he settles repressing his feelings for you and being with someone whom he doesn’t have genuine feelings for, he settles being beaten around the bush by people who don't know a damn thing about him. He was too kind—or scared. What would make him have the courage?

Soobin takes a deep breath before knocking on your front door. Yes, he's knocking and not up in your room right away like usual. Your mom opens the door for him, pleased with his get-up.

"Good evening, Auntie." He bows.

"Soobin-ah! You're always so handsome, no? come right in." She says squishing his cheeks before she steps aside to let him in. "Are you taking Y/n out on a date again? You two have been spending a lot of time lately, I haven't got to ask her about it much, she avoids me before I do " Your mom says, a little disheartened.

Soobin lowers his head and fidgets with his fingers. He doesn't know what to say. "I guess she's just shy about admitting it," he weakly smiles. "You know her."

Your mom pinches her lips and nods, "That's true. But anyway, I love seeing you both together. I always knew you had something for her, the way you look at her… It's the way that I wanted her to be looked at." She smiles, Soobin was at a loss for words. Mothers really knew best. "She's in her room."

Soobin could only smile at her, but his heart was breaking only a little, because he knew that if he continued to pour his feelings out in this fake scenario, there was more heartbreak to come.

He climbs up the stairs and gently knocks. "Come in." You say, wearing the dress he had bought for you. He melts at how beautiful you looked. You always did.

"Hey handsome," you smirk, eyeing him up and down. "Help me?" you say, holding up a gold necklace with a small daisy pendant.

"You still like daisies?" He says, gently taking the piece of jewelry in his hands. He picked those for you all the time when you were kids.

"Very. You always picked them for me back then." You say like you read his mind. He stood behind you, sweeping your hair gently to the side, bringing shivers down your spine. He hovers his arms over your head to put the necklace on for you.

You both look at yourselves in that vanity mirror of yours, without saying a word but your minds were in different places. You were glad that he kept the silence along with you, because you didn't want to be reminded that this wasn't real. You didn't want to admit that it was game over, not for Soobin yet—at least.

----

He opens the door for you and you go on inside, you had never been to this cafe despite always passing by it. The interior was of dark brown oakwood, full of artificial plants and fairy lights. The opaque material of the walls makes it dim and cozy.

"It's nice," You smile with amusement, looking around while taking a seat on the chair that Soobin had pulled out for you.

"I'm glad you like it." He smiles and hands you the menu that was placed on the side of the table. "Choose from any of these and I'll order them for you at the front." he says, you didn't deserve this treat. You knew you didn't.

"Soobin, are you sure it's okay…" You hesitate, scanning the prices of the items in the menu. You didn't like it when Soobin spent on you, out of all people.

He chuckles, "Y/n I know you don't really like it when I spend on you, but it's my treat. Really. Don't worry about it." He assures you.

You nod and pick something simple like a Green Tea latte and some tomato based pasta. You told Soobin and he was off to tell the cashier your orders.

Something catches your attention when the chimes of the entrance rang, it was Arin who had entered. A little disappointed by the fact that this was probably just his plan to make her jealous and not really take you out. But he had every right to, he was also part of getting something out of this deal.

You lower your head, keeping your profile a little discreet. You didn't want her to notice you yet. You let your hair fall to the sides of your face to hide it. Soobin is back.

"She's here you know," you say quietly, not sure what to do.

Soobin purses his lips and sighs. "I'm sorry." But you didn't understand what he was apologizing for. "I thought she wasn't going to come…" he trails off. "Are you okay with it?"

"Of course I am. Are we here to make her jealous?"

No we aren't. we're here to have a good time. Soobin thinks but his mouth says differently. "Yes."

You automatically pull your chair beside him, getting a better view of the platform where the set for the singer had been set. Your hand reaches for his that was placed on the table, intertwining them. "They're cold again." You say.

Soobin could only faintly chuckle in response, it wasn't long until Arin met his eye. She wasn't alone.

You on the other hand have been observing what was happening and you thought of something quickly. "Look at me," you whisper to him, making him flinch a little because of the sensation your voice sends to his body. "Smile."

And with that, you placed a tender kiss on his pouty lips. Soobin tried so hard not to show how surprised he was, but he couldn't help but show you that he's wanted this for so long. He places his hand lightly on your jaw and slides to your chin. He pulls away and bites his lip.

You look over to Arin, whose eyes are on the both of you looking bewildered. Meanwhile Soobin is still trying to recover from the loss of your lips on his, his mouth agape. It wasn't long until he came back to his senses though. He swallows deeply and paces his breathing.

You chaff, "You're okay with that right?"

"Y-yeah" He nods, like a little kid.

"Good."

The number that Soobin had placed on the table started to buzz which meant that the order was ready. He excused himself to get them.

Immediately after he did, you saw Arin rise up from her seat and you just knew where this was heading. You chuckle to yourself, at least this plan was working for him.

"Hey," Arin breathes. Soobin jumped a little, almost dropping your food.

"Arin-" He says, straightening himself. The girl laughs at the way he was acting.

"Nice to see that I still make you nervous," she eyes him, head to toe.

He shakes his head no. "What do you want? The food's getting cold." He says raising the tray.

"Nothing, nice seeing you and y/n together. Though I feel like she's only doing this because she feels sorry for you." She says, twirling the ends of her hair.

You notice how it's been taking Soobin a while, you see how Arin was already making him uncomfortable and you step in.

"Binnie! Do you need help?" You say, innocently walking to them.

Arin almost gagged at the nickname. "Binnie? Forget it. Have a nice night, both of you." She says and walks away.

Soobin apologizes, embarrassed that he couldn't handle Arin himself. But you didn't mind, you didn't want the rest of this beautiful night to just entirely be a game to the both of you.

You thank Soobin for the dinner and for bringing you to the nice place, when you get in the car you realize that this night was about to end so soon. Until he read your mind.

"Wanna go for a stroll? Only if your mom isn't looking for you yet" He smiles, tapping the steering wheel.

"How did you know?"

"How did I know what?"

"That I didn't wanna go home yet."

He didn't know that you felt the same, he actually only offered because he didn't want this night to end too. But instead he played it cool and said. "Just cause." And smiles.

You searched his car for some CDs he might have, so you could play some music to kill the silence.

"May I?" You say, holding up your favorite Mariah Carey album, The Emancipation of Mimi.

"That's your favorite." He chuckles. He still remembers.

You excitedly put the cd in the player and skip to your favorite track, We Belong Together.

I didn't mean it when I said

I didn't love you so

I should have held on tight

I never should have have let you go

Before you knew it, Soobin was already singing with you.

I didn't know nothing I was stupid

I was foolish, I was lying to myself.

He sang those lines like it was meant for him to sing with his entire chest. And the both of you just sang your hearts out in the chorus.

When you left I lost a part of me

Is it so hard to believe

Come back baby please 'cause

We belong together

Both of you laugh at your silly enjoyment, until your eyes lock and he realizes that the lyrics was all that he wanted to say to you, but couldn't. You, on the other hand, was really only enjoying her favorite song.

You grin at him, clueless. His eyes are soft and full of admiration for you. You were confident, elegant, and strong-willed. It was everything he admired about you. He quickly shakes away his thoughts and focuses on the road again.

The both of you reminisce about your time together during your childhood for the rest of the ride, no bitterness in the topic. You were good at avoiding that because you didn't want to risk this night turning sour for the both of you.

After driving around for like half an hour you finally arrive in front of your house. All smiles until the end.

"Well, we're here." Soobin says, his smile slowly fading. He could not get the kiss out of his head even if he wanted to. He just wanted to be able to do it again.

"That's too bad. I had fun tonight, Binnie." You smile, leaning back on the seat of his car like you were glued to it. Slowly, you undo your seatbelt and get ready to leave.

"Me too." He says, getting ready to open the door for you.

You slowly get out of the car and give him a hug. Your head perfectly fit on his chest and you could hear his rapid heartbeat.

"Thank you," You say, getting up on your tiptoes because this man was just too tall for your own good.

Soobin swallows, absolutely frozen. Pull her closer, idiot. And he prayed he wouldn't regret this. His hand snook behind your waist and pressed his lips onto yours.

Seems like his prayers have been answered quickly, because you were kissing back. Your lips moved like they were meant to melt into each other. This wasn't supposed to feel right. But it did. So right that you were afraid to keep going.

You pull away, before things get out of hand. "Goodnight," you say, biting your lip and stepping away from his gentle grip on you. Before you could ruin this moment even more, you briskly walk to your house without looking back.

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You had acted like nothing happened the next day, you and Soobin had gone to school together, still. You thanked the heavens for him not bringing up the kiss because you couldn't handle that kind of confrontation. It wasn't supposed to mean anything, but it scared you so much because you knew it did—at least for him.

"We have one last party to attend before homecoming," You say, looking out the car's window. As casually as possible.

"Sure. Don't go dancing on tables again though." he laughs, light heartedly.

"Oh shut up." You try to keep yourself from laughing as well. It was too embarrassing to remember.

You arrive at school and the same thing goes, put up an act and try to not falter. It was getting harder for you as well, you couldn't point fingers at Soobin because this wasn't his fault. You had a mind of your own.

Soobin had walked you to your locker and just when he was about to leave, you grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to you.

"Wha-" You cut him off with a kiss. His hand pressed onto your locker for support. While the other was on the small of your back.

You lightly push him away not too long after. He was red as a tomato. All eyes were on both of you. Including Mark's.

"You can go now, baby." You say and bring your lips to his ear and whisper, "Mark was watching." You smirk.

But to be honest, it wasn't even about Mark anymore. You just wanted to do it. There was no reason to make Mark jealous anymore because he didn't want you that way. But you didn't want this game to end with you being a sore loser. You hadn't kept your mind off Soobin either, it was almost like you didn't want to give him back to Arin after this deal ends.

You decided not to confront Ryujin about it and act like nothing happened. Negativity is such a waste of energy for you. You give your friend the benefit of the doubt, she probably had her reasons.

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The night of the party came and you couldn't believe it was almost time to end—whatever this was. You didn't know anymore. Neither did Soobin. He felt like losing his mind trying to think of the days he'll spend without you after these two last...dates.

He knew he was too weak for this. He knew how this would end. But he's been calling himself a coward this whole time when he had the courage to keep going with this thing with you. A true coward would have backed away as soon as it happened.

You, you were the courage he needed. But did he have enough to keep you from slipping away? That, he wasn't sure about. He had to be.

You and Soobin arrive at the party together, seeing almost all the same faces from when you last got wasted. You shook your head at how silly it sounds to you now.

After getting a drink you thought of going around the party on your own to leave Soobin to hang with his friends for a while, you knew that you had been stealing him from them the past week.

Ryujin sneaks up behind you, sly as a fox. "So, Chaeryeong rejected Mark…" She trailed off. Did you care?

"And?" you say, brows stitched together.

"Means he's back in the market princess!" she exclaimed and you hated that nickname.

You hiss under your breath. "Whatever."

Ryujin raised her hands up in defeat and leaves you alone to head over to Soobin, who was still trying to figure out his drink.

"It's fake, right?" Ryujin says, appearing beside him. Picking up salt and sliced lemons. She offers him one. But he declines.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He says sternly, focusing on making his drink.

Ryujin lets out an obnoxiously fake laugh, "C'mon, you don't think I'd fall for it right? I heard you two. You were putting up a show for Mark." She says, inching closer but each time he stepped away. "Even a five-year-old wouldn't believe that it was true love." She says bitterly.

"Make yourself believe what you want ro, Ryujin." Soobin glares.

"You're so silly," she smiles, wickedly. "Think about it, if Chaeryeong had finally rejected Mark, then y/n finally gets what she wants. And I would get what I had wanted...too."

Soobin was so confused, "Get to your point Ryujin." He says, annoyed.

"Alright." Without other words said, Ryujin had crashed her lemon-cured lips onto Soobin, and he dropped his cup to the floor by surprise. "Oh my god what are you doing?" Ryujin pushes him off her, hard. Twisting what people had seen.

She smirks and rolls her eyes to the side. You saw it. And Soobin was at a loss for words. All you could do was march to the exit of the place, hearing Soobin call out your name but you didn't want any of it. You weren't supposed to feel this way! You had no right to feel this way. He wasn't yours. You can't be bothered if he kissed someone else. The more you kept telling yourself, the harder it was to believe.

Soobin had lost you in the crowd, but instead, you wanted to give Ryujin a piece of your mind. You've had enough.

"Why the hell did you do that?" You shout over the loud music.

"I was testing him," She said amused by the reaction you had with her stunt.

"No you weren't! You just never want me to be happy. Are you that miserable?" You say, knuckles white in anger.

She shoots back, "Me? I wasn't miserable enough to fake date someone!"

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The rest of the days at school before the formal were not much different than it was when you didn't have to pretend to be with Soobin. The only noticeable difference now was how empty you felt inside even if you have no right to feel that way.

Every time he saw you he tried so hard to remind himself that this was what he should have expected. Heck, he couldn't even face you to apologize because he doesn't know what he should be sorry for. He couldn't just admit that he had feelings for you during this deal, that wasn't your fault. It was his.

You lost at your own game. That's it and it should stay that way.

Mark finally tried to ask you to the dance, but you declined. You wouldn't let people feel pity over you because you were already sorry enough for yourself. Isn't it ironic how at the end you finally got what you wanted, but you want absolutely nothing to do with it now because it didn't matter anymore?

Arin had tried to reach Soobin again, it turns out it didn't work for her and the guy she brought at the cafe last time. And Soobin let her because there was no use trying to fight for you when it was clear that he had no right to.

The night of homecoming came and you gave Yeonjun a call, hoping he could take you at the last minute which he surprisingly didn't decline. Over the span of your bondings with Soobin and his friends it was Yeonjun that you got closest to.

"Thanks for coming at the last minute Yeonjun, I appreciate it." You said as you entered the venue.

"It's no biggie. How are you? Have you talked to him?" He asks, concerned hoping that he didn't cross a line.

Warnings: underage drinking, mild cursing

“Mom, we ran out-“ You stop talking when you see who your mother was sharing a conversation with. None other than Soobin’s father who was on the other side of the fence.

“Well, would you look at that! Hey y/n, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Oh, would you look at these two. Come on, you guys used to be so close! Remember when you would be here in the yard with the kiddie pool and you just-“ You cut off your mother’s ramble.

“Mom,” you whine.

“No really what happened with the both of you?” Soobin’s dad asks with hopeful eyes.

“High school happened.” Soobin rolls his eyes and it infuriates you. What exactly is with high school?

“Don’t get me started with you always causing trouble!” you yell, your fists all tight.

“Why do you care!” He yells back.

“Enough you two! Y/n, inside right now!”

You stomp your way back towards the house obeying your mother as Soobin was also scolded by his dad by the way he had acted.

“Goodness, I’m so sorry. I’ll go talk to Soobin about this. I hope y/n is okay. She’s a brilliant girl.” Soobin’s father apologizes.

“Don’t worry about it. They’re young. I’ll go talk to her too. Sorry about that, anyway I’ll catch up with you another time.”

It was always like this ever since you and Soobin had become distant with each other. Every time the universe tries to tie you both back together, you pull apart. Like oil and water.

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“Care to tell me what that was about?” Soobin’s father sternly says as his son washes their car with a frown.

“It’s nothing dad. She’s just trying to find something to hold against me.”

“So you’re calling y/n a liar now?”

“No, it’s just- it’s whatever okay? Let it go.”

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“Busy with the campaign I see” your favorite boy, Mark Lee sneaks behind you while you stick flyers on the bulletin board, catching you off guard.

“Mark,” you blush and turn around to face him. “Yeah pretty much. Do you think they’re nice? Not too tacky?”

Mark puts two fingers under his chin, pretending to think. “They’re alright.” he jokes. And you pout. “I’m kidding. They’re great!” then smiles.

“If you’re just gonna stand there and look like that I don’t think it’s gonna help me win, Mark. Help me out here!” You say, and hand him a bunch of flyers.

“Right.. Right on it, Ms. President” He winks.

“Don’t Jinx it.”

You continued to walk around the school and hand out the flyers, not really paying much attention to who you hand them out to.

“Hope you can vote for-” you look up to see who had just gotten the flyer. “Me.” You roll her eyes. Of course it had to be him.