#sf9 baek juho

[slytherinshua]

HOLD ME TIGHT

genre. a little tension but not truly e2l. mutual pining/misunderstandings. kinda fluffy. entirely based on motorcyclist!zuho. warnings. briefly mentioned that zuho & reader are spies/assassins. wounds and injuries mentioned (not in detail). zuho is hot (and cute) and rides a motorcycle. pairing. zuho x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. a/n. originally got the idea from the lyrics of 'tight' and @eternalgyu's delusions 😭 but it strayed a little away from the first inspiration... hope it's still okay tho

“As long as you hold me tight, we’ll be good.” Juho’s deep voice filled your ears as if in a daze. You forced your head to nod to him, though you had barely processed his words. You weren’t in the best of circumstances at the moment— having gotten beaten up pretty badly just an hour before. Your teammate had been in a different area, and only found you once he was done with his portion of the mission. At least you had taken out the enemy, though.

Now it was just a transportation problem. You couldn’t ride your own motorcycle back to base considering your condition. This forced Juho to clench his jaw and offer for you to ride with him. He didn’t want to. Frankly, he didn’t want to have any reason to even talk to you, but he kept being assigned the same missions as you, so now, here he was.

You didn’t really annoy him. Well, maybe a little— but not in the way people usually did. You were clearly very good at your job, and your charisma was clear in the way you carried out every mission. Juho would be lying if he didn’t hold a lot of respect for you. He was known to be a bit cold to the team, rarely ever talking to anyone besides Taeyang. He particularly avoided you, only because whenever he was in your presence, his brain didn’t seem to think straight.

In short, you distracted him. A lot. He wasn’t one to catch feelings on the job, especially this job, where the circumstances were always teetering on the edge of life or death. But it seemed like you broke all his rules. He had encased his heart behind a thick metal wall, yet somehow, you had already started making a dent in it.

You didn’t think anything of the way he was glaring at you— you couldn’t think of a time when he hadn’t glared at you. But you weren’t appreciating the way your inebriated mind was racing with a thought. Just 1 thought.

Baek Juho looked hot when angry.

Given that you were bleeding and not entirely sober at the moment, the thought was beyond absurd. But it was probably because you were injured and intoxicated that those thoughts allowed themselves to enter your mind.

You were dizzy as you clumsily pushed your body up onto the back of the motorcycle. Juho waited until you were on and secure to take his seat. You tried to put on your helmet, but due to your slight head injury, you couldn’t put on your helmet without worsening the open wound. You heard Juho curse under his breath as you winced in pain.

“I’ll drive safely. Ditch the helmet.” He commanded, sliding on his own helmet and revving up the engine. “I’m not going to start until you’re holding on.” He muttered. Your brain caught onto his annoyed tone, and you quickly placed your hands on his shoulders, just slightly gripping his jacket.

“That’s not gonna do a thing.” He commented, grabbing one of your hands and moving it to his waist. Your breath caught up in your throat. In order to hold his waist securely, you had to rest your head against his back. His rather attractive, strong, broad back. You were screwed.

Juho finally started driving once you were holding him as tight as he felt necessary. You were thankful that it wasn’t too much of a windy night, otherwise the breeze would’ve been sure to agitate your wounds. There wasn’t much you could talk about over the sound of the motorcycle, so you kept silent. As you sobered up, you grew evermore aware of how tense Juho was. Was he always this rigid?

To your surprise, when he stopped the motorcycle, you weren’t in front of your team’s base, but instead, a small house. Juho cleared his throat seconds after he had stopped, bringing your attention to the way you were still clinging to his middle. You quickly brought your hands away from him in embarrassment, catching your balance as you got off the vehicle. You were still in a lot of pain, but at least your head was clearer than before. A good 2 am drive did wonders for your mental health.

“Make yourself at home.” Juho said as he opened the door to the house. You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Juho’s home, but you definitely hadn’t bargained that it would be this… warm.

The first thing you were met with when you stepped inside was the meowing of a cat. A light orange short haired cat soon appeared from another room, mewling up at Juho, quick to give his legs affectionate rubs with his head.

Juho coughed, “Don’t mind Huru. I haven’t been home in a while. I hope you’re not allergic to cats?” He queried, looking back at you as he picked up the cat in his arms, cradling the little boy lovingly.

You were dumbfounded. The Juho in front of you was like a completely different person. You tried to rub your eyes to see if you were just seeing things when you caught onto a smile on his face. Baek Juho smiling. Your teammates would think you were crazy if you told them about this later.

“N-no. I’m fine with cats.” You mumbled a late response to his question, standing awkwardly at the doorway. You had discarded your work boots, but now didn’t know where to go or what to do. You felt like you were intruding. Juho was always a very private person. No one but Taeyang really knew much about his personal life. Yet, here you were, welcomed into his living space by the man himself.

“Bathroom’s first door on the left. There’s a kit in the cabinet. Bring it out and I’ll patch you up.” Juho instructed, his tone much softer than earlier on the mission. It was weird, but you couldn’t say you didn’t like the change. There was a comforting sense with the way he was talking to you… almost, a fond look in his eyes?

You found your way to the bathroom, finding it pristinely clean and organised, as if you were at a hotel. This was something you did expect from the man. The rooms at the base would probably be a pigsty if it weren’t for Juho’s efforts to keep things tidy. You located the first aid kit in the cabinet where Juho said it would be, and brought it back out to the living room.

You sat awkwardly on the couch, waiting for Juho to come back. You could hear him rustling in the kitchen. While you were waiting, Huru got curious of the new person in the house and came to start sniffing you cautiously. He jumped up on the couch next to you, investigating you before settling down in a meatloaf position next to you.

Juho came back seconds later, smiling widely at the two of you, “As expected. Huru also has good taste in women.” His eyes held a playful glint as he took a spot next to you on the couch. He got out the supplies needed and started working on the head wound first.

You had been patched up many times by your teammates. It was uncomfortable, and more than not, extremely painful. Most occasions were time sensitive, so there was no room to be careful and gentle when the goal was to stop the bleeding enough to get out of the dangerous situation.

The way Juho was handling you, though, was extremely gentle. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, enough to prevent any extra sting from the disinfectant. He was doing a better job making sure you didn’t feel pain that you would’ve been able to if you had to patch yourself up.

It felt strangely intimate. The small living room, both of you sitting close on the 2 cushioned couch. Huru watched both of you carefully, squinting cutely at his father every once in a while, making Juho smile back. You stayed silent for most of it, until the question became too overbearing for you to keep in any longer.

“How come you’re so warm?” The question came out a little hesitantly, and you gulped down the uncomfortable lump that formed in your throat once you got the words out. Most of the nervousness came from Juho’s expression. He kept a poker face, but confusion soon spread on it as he met your eyes.

“Warm?”

You were forced to elaborate further, fiddling with your hands as Juho set down the blood soaked cotton swab he was holding, “You’re… surprisingly… pleasant to be around?” You offered up the thought, not quite sure if you had articulated it how you would’ve liked, but it would have to do for now.

“Was I not before?” He responded, picking up a fresh roll of bandages and dabbing at a bleeding spot on your arm.

“Well. You were always so reserved? No one would’ve guessed that you lived in this cozy space with a cute cat and a collection of colourful ceramic mugs.” You mumbled. 

Juho stiffened, “You noticed the ceramics?” 

You smiled a little, “They were all lined up so nicely on the shelf in the kitchen… It’s cute. You’re cute.”

Cute. Juho had never been called cute before. Cold, unfeeling, rude, professional, reliable, stern. Those were all words he could easily attribute to himself. But cute? He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, not liking how you were seconds away from delivering the final blow to the damaged and dented metal wall around his heart. It was seconds away from becoming disfigured beyond imagination, all because of 2 words.

“I see.” He whispered throatily, trying to catch his breath from the unmistakable tension in the room. “You must be tired. You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announced, snapping shut the first aid kit and leaving to put it away before you could protest him.

You decided to just go with it. You didn’t have energy or courage to object to anything Juho said. Despite the warmth he had given you tonight, he was still intimidating at times. If he flashed another smile to you, you were sure you’d end up doing something you’d really really regret. 

Lying down on his bed felt like something you were definitely not supposed to do. You were trespassing on his privacy by being here. You should’ve asked him to drive you home instead of letting him let you stay over here. Your brain was racing with the overwhelming thoughts. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Juho came in dressed in pyjamas. He held a mug of hot tea in one hand and some clothes in the other. You could tell he had showered by the way his hair was still wet, and you willed your brain to stop screaming about how attractive he looked like that.

“I thought you might appreciate some tea. And it would be uncomfortable to sleep in your uniform… though I’m sure you’ve done it before. I brought some clothes just in case you wanted to change into them.” He explained shyly, setting down the cup of tea and clothes on the bedside table and quickly saying goodnight. Just going in to give you those 2 things had his stomach twisting and turning in nervousness. The effect you had on him was undeniable.

The tea made you sleepier, and the clothes were incredibly comfortable to sleep in, albeit a little big on you. It wasn’t hard to fall asleep once you relaxed into the soft fluffy pillows and warm blankets. Your body desperately needed the rest, and you were thankful that there was no work to do tomorrow.

You woke up to Juho’s face dangerously close to yours. You would’ve shrieked in shock if it wasn’t for the sleepiness evident in his eyes. He clearly wasn’t in any state to do anything to you. His eyes weren’t quite closed, but his eyelids drooped down almost all the way. He must’ve also just woken up.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked you in an incredibly deep, sleepy morning voice. His eyes had fallen shut again, but he could feel your stare against his face, and he couldn’t help but curve one corner of his lips up.

“I thought you were going to sleep on the couch?” You asked, bewildered at the closeness between you two. It was impossible to want to move, though, given the ache in your body from the past day’s injuries.

“I didn’t mean to… I must’ve been too tired when I came to check on you a couple hours ago.” He whispered. Your response was interrupted when Huru jumped up on the bed, purring contentedly and headbutting Juho’s cheek incessantly. You giggled at the sight. The way Juho closed his eyes tightly and scrunched up his face, trying (and failing) to get Huru to settle down, was the most precious sight you had seen.

You sighed, “Thank you for your hospitality. I guess I should probably get back to my place now.” Your lack of motivation to actually leave was clearly evident to both you and Juho. Your apartment had always felt a little lonely. You didn’t have the time to decorate it or pick up collecting hobbies like Juho’s ceramics. Neither did you have furry companions to wake you up with affection in the morning. If things went exactly the way you wished them to, you would be able to stay with Juho just for a little longer. His presence right now was more comforting than anyone else's.

Juho sat up, thinking for a second. It seemed as if he could read the thoughts your brain was bringing up, as he suddenly asked, “Do you have plans for later?”

You shook your head.

“Would you like to grab coffee with me?” He tilted his head to the side with a small smile. You couldn’t possibly say no to the sight. His bed hair, soft pyjamas, and contented sleepy face— you were sure he was trying to make you fall in love with him at this point. He was the cutest person you had ever seen.

“Are you asking me out right now?” You asked with a smile, an elated feeling bubbling in your chest.

“Only if you say yes.” He responded, impatient to hear your response. 

“Don’t worry. Going out for coffee with my handsome coworker sounds like a great way to spend the day.” You mused and Juho laughed, mirroring the happiness that you felt.

Since you had met Juho, you had always thought he was cold. His sharp features and serious stare gave off a strong impression, and since he didn’t make much effort to get close to people, that unwelcome belief of his personality lived on in your brain for a long time. But it only took that one coffee date to entirely change your perspective on him.

No, Juho wasn’t cold or rude or impolite. He was warm and friendly and so, so cute. He talked a lot about his cats and his childhood— his interest in music, and, of course, his ceramic mugs. He listened intently to everything you had to say. You talked for hours at the cafe, and then for even more hours at home. You kept talking and talking and talking— always finding more you wanted to say; neither of you getting tired of the company.

After that day, Juho no longer looked at missions assigned with you with distaste. Instead of suppressing the fluttery feeling that you summoned in him with just your mere presence, he welcomed it. He smiled a lot more; enough for your other teammates to start to question his switch in behaviour. You had slowly but surely dented the wall surrounding his heart, and now, he gladly let you in, letting you fill every corner of it with warmth and love.

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Mama - Baek Juho

Summary: You were dating Juho for around six months. But not once have you met his mother, the most important person in Juho’s life until now. And the prospect of meeting his mother made you sick to the stomach. Is your feeling right or unnecessary?

There were a few scary steps to take in a relationship: the first date, which could be quite scary when it was your first date. Not only with that person but also in general. Or the wedding that even though it was a great prospect was still a scary step for many people.

But the scariest moment from all the steps you had to take in a relationship, was this moment where you were so close to meeting his mother. The person who could decide everything about the future. Juho was close to his mother and wanted her approval and blessing for the relationship. You have been dating for six months now and it was time for you to meet her. And you were terrified, to say the least.

You loved Juho like you never had loved anyone. Meeting his mother was the biggest step that made you scared of losing Juho. It was clear from the start that when she didn't like you, you would lose Juho instantly. He cherished his mother's opinion a lot.

"Don't be so nervous." he chuckled but had easy talking. He wasn't the one who had to go through this. You stood in front of your closet still trying to figure out what to wear while Juho had already decided on a casual look.

"I have nothing to wear," you mumbled, more to yourself than to Juho.

Juho walked over to you and cupped your face. "Why would my mother dislike you? Why are you so afraid?" he kissed your forehead which relaxed you only for a bit.

"I am scared to lose you. What if she doesn't like me for reasons, we don't know yet." you pouted.

"Baby, my mother is not a monster. There is nothing that she could hate on you." Juho kissed your cheek and then removed his hands from your face to take a few pieces of clothing. "Wear these." he held casual clothes to you.

"Are you sure that's not too casual?" you wondered.

"You are comfortable in them, which makes them perfect. Now go get changed, put your hair like you always do and you'll be fine." he pushed you gently towards your bathroom.

You reluctantly went to change.

When you came back Juho was sitting on the edge of your bed, scrolling through his phone. "Guess I am ready," you said, standing in front of him.

Juho looked up and smiled. "Then let us go." he stood up, putting his phone into his pocket. As he was about to leave the room, he took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Then he kissed the back of your hand and, met your eyes. "She will love you, I am sure." he smiled and tagged you along to the place where his mother lived.

As you stood in front of the door waiting for her to open it, your nervosity increased. "I feel like throwing up," you mumbled.

Juho kissed the top of your head and held your hand. Right at that moment, his mother opened the door, and she beamed as he saw her son. "Juho love!" she hugged her son and smiled. Then she turned to you and didn't lose her smile. "You must be (Y/N). My son has talked a lot about you." she beamed.

You bowed gently "Nice to meet you, M'am."

She chuckled. "Was she this nervous throughout the whole day?" she looked at Juho who nodded.

"No matter how much I tried to reassure her, she didn't stop being nervous," he explained.

To your surprise, his mother hugged you and stroked your back. "Don't be nervous. From what you heard you are a lovely woman." she looked at you. "Now come in sweety. Have some sweets and maybe a warm drink." she smiled and walked back into the house.

Juho took your hand. "See told you Mama will love you." he beamed and followed his mother in while you followed him.

After you took off your shoes you sat down in the living room and saw all the cake and sweets his mother prepared. "This looks lovely." you smiled, slowly warming up.

"I hope you like some of them." she beamed, offering you tea.

"Thank you." you took the cup and smiled.

"Juho told me you study film producing?" she sat down, looking at you.

You nodded smiling. "Yes, I am in my last year and had an internship at FCN Entertainment." you smiled.

"Ah, that's how you met. He came home one day and told me there was an intern he was very interested in." she beamed.

"Mama..." Juho said, his cheeks turning a shade redder.

You chuckle. "Yes, that must have been me." you smiled.

As you saw that his mother started to eat, you also started to take a bite and smiled. "This is extremely delicious."

"Oh, I am glad you like it. It's the one I made myself." his mother admitted.

 "It's really lovely. I love the mixture between the two different types of flavours." you beamed.

"Do you bake, (Y/N)?" his mother asked.

"I am certainly not a professional, but I love baking. I especially love it during Christmas time. All those different types of biscuits." you mused.

"Maybe, if you want. This year Christmas you could come over and we could bake some together. Maybe exchange some recipes." she offered.

"Oh, that sounds lovely." you beamed. "I would love that."

"And as a great mother-in-law, I have to embarrass my son, don't I?" she chuckled as Juho sat up straight.

"Mama, no!" his face was terrified.

"Oh, yes. It's tradition. I show you a photo book with Juho as a child." she stood up.

You chuckled and Juho looked at you. "I think you two get along a little too well," Juho murmured.

You snorted and cupped his face and kissed him shortly. "I think we're getting along just fine." you laughed as his mother sat down next to you with the photobook and Juho sighed next to you, leaning back and accepting his defeat. He had no chance against two women.

This day turned out better than expected. After all the nervousness you had you realised it wasn't necessary at all, because his mother loved you, and you loved her as well.

She was so kind and super interested in you and your hobbies. And the jokes she made about her son just lightened up the mood as well. Juho loved the fact that everything turned out well. In the end, you had a lovely mother-in-law and didn't lose Juho.

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[chanis-banani]

SF9 - submissive headcanons

concept: what I think each member would be like when letting you dominate them

genderneutral reader

mentions: dirty talk, brat behavior, praise, degradation, overstimulation, hair-pulling, marking, spanking, swearing, bondage, masturbation, tickling, choking, biting, blindfold, temparature play, oral, voyeurism, teasing

Youngbin

a gentle and charismatic leader - but what if you take the lead?

Youngbin would get flustered pretty easily when you do stuff to him, but he would like it

rather than feeling weird or embarrassed about being so vulnerable for you, it would make him excited

a very vocal sub - he would make lots of nervous little noises as you toy with him

wants you to be vocal too - moaning his name and praising him

is a slut for dirty talk

like when you put your lips closely to his ears, so he can feel your breath on his skin as you whisper dirty things to him

it will give him goosebumps and send shivers down his spine

will definitely beg for lots of kisses and whine when you pull your lips away from his

3 step plan to make Youngbin lose his mind: 1) stroke your fingers through his hair - 2) moan his name against his lips in between kisses - 3) continue doing step 1 and 2 while you fuck him - bonus step) have fun watching how he becomes a little mess for you

would love to fall asleep in your arms after you've finished

Inseong

a brat, but not a very brave one

will rile you up - then act all innocent like he didn't do anything, in the hopes of getting away with being disobedient

most of his bratting would be all talk anyway because this man talks a lot in general

he would surrender very easily once you physically overpower him

you don't even have to tell him when it's time to start begging, because he will easily start doing it on his own

loves attention, whether it's by getting praised or degraded

also hates loves to get overstimulated

when he cums and you keep sucking until he screams for mercy >>>

speaking of screaming, Inseong is LOUD

he will whine, moan, beg, tease, scream and cry out your name until it drives your neighbors completely crazy

I don't care that he's tall, Inseong is the small spoon

make sure to stroke his head as he falls asleep

Jaeyoon

the switchiest

so when he's being dominant, he will do a lot of dirty talk and leave plenty of marks, etc

but when he wants to get dommed, he makes sure he gets dommed hard

like Inseong, Jaeyoon will talk back at you a lot and then act all innocent

but while Inseong would act innocent so he can safely surrender, Jaeyoon just acts innocent to catch you off guard

just when you're about to go easy on him, he jumps up and pins you down beneath him, laughing at you for being a weak dom

he gets hard just from seeing the frustration on your face

and even harder when you spank him with your heart-shaped paddle to get revenge

likes to be degraded

a very short scenario: Jaeyoon is kneeled down in front of you, breathing heavily. You hold him tightly by his hair, forcing him to look up at you. "Why did you try to overpower me just now, you filthy bitch?" you ask him with a low voice. He blushes and bites his lip a little. "Because I like it when you get angry..."

Dawon

yet another brat

I really mean this with lots of love, but this man is so annoying

and probably even more so in bed, because he will do anything to get a reaction out of you

he will mock you when you threaten to punish him

and even during his punishment, he will make kissy faces at you to show that you're not punishing him hard enough

aside from slight scratches and hair-pulling, actual pain isn't really his thing, so there are only two good options for you to get your revenge in a fun way:

option #1: tie him up and make him watch as you start masturbating on the other side of the bed/room

option #2: tie him up and tickle him until he can no longer breathe

and to top it off: make him say "thank you" for being punished

wants you to be rough with him nonetheless - pushing him around, tugging his hair, rough kisses and light choking

Zuho

a good boy

it takes a little while for him to get fully comfortable with the situation, but once he's relaxed, he can completely lose himself in your touches, forgetting about the world around him

once you get him in that state of mind, new doors will open for you to play around with him

he will completely surrender himself to you on a very intimate level

slow, deep movements are the best way to drive him to his limit in no time

and if you play around with his neck in the meantime, he will just melt in your arms

pressing kisses on his adam's apple, licking his neck just below his jaw, and especially biting are some of the things that will make him feel overwhelmed with bliss

biting the side of his neck like a vampire, to the point that tooth marks are still slightly visible the next day >>>

Rowoon

not the submissive type initially, so it takes a lot of convincing before he agrees to getting dommed

actually he mostly agreed because he was sceptical about how dominant you could really be in the first place

even while he's getting tied up, he makes some teasing remarks at you like: "are you sure you can do this?" and "ppfff, I could easily untie these ropes, but I'll let you have your fun"

man, what a mistake...

the next day you send him off to practice with hickeys all over his body

because of this event, you had discovered something that neither of you expected... Rowoon liked being tied up

the thought of him, a very tall and strong man, being dominated by somebody smaller than him turned both of you on

most of the time, he still takes the dominant role

but since that little experiment, every once in a while you would get this very specific look from him, telling you it was time to get the ropes out

Taeyang

two words: sensation play

just wearing a blindfold alone will make him twice as horny and you can continue to build from there

stroking a feather along his chest to give him goosebumps

dripping hot candle wax on him to make him arch his back

dragging ice cubes along his thighs and lower belly to make his entire body shiver with pleasure

just watch him buck his hips in the air while you drag the ice cube along the base of his cock

these types of play do more for him than the idea of the power exchange itself

but there is one way of making him feel like a submissive little toy that gives him butterflies in his stomach

when you grab his chin and lift his head up, forcing him to make eye contact with you

he doen't get shy that easily, but when you do that....

Hwiyoung

most of his submissiveness just comes from how whipped he is for you

if you order him to go down on you for two hours, he will do it without whining and without asking questions

in fact; he will gain lots of pleasure from it

but his favorite thing might just be to watch and admire you

you could stand still in front of him without doing anything and he would get on his knees and praise you for how gorgeous you look

he would even enjoy to watch you masturbate, delighting in the sight of you and the lewd noises you would make

loves it when you perform oral on him as well

when you push him firmly into the mattress and tightly hold his hips as you suck him off >>>

only cums with your permission and doesn't mind if you tease him first

will be the big spoon afterwards

Chani

acts tough at first, but very easily reaches his breaking point

all you have to do is squeeze his nipple once and he becomes a squirming little sub for you

is overstimulated very easily

but hates to be teased at the same time

one thing you like to do to him a lot is bringing your hips very close to his, but just out of reach - and it drives him absolutely crazy

has a habit of clinging on to you

another short scenario: Chani had his arms wrapped tightly around your neck while he desperately kept grinding his dick back and forth against your pelvis. His tight grip and heavy breathing against your neck told you exaclty how needy he was for any friction at all. "Aww, what's wrong baby?" you chuckled at him, making him loosen up his grip a little to look at you. "Please, I'm so horny. I need you." He gulped when he saw the smirk that grew on your lips. "Alright then," you replied as you pushed him into the mattress, getting ready to fuck his brains out.

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I've been wanting to draw this Zuho for a while but didn't get around to it until last night lol

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Bittersweet Memories

Summary: Sometimes, you have to go back to the place it all began, to relive what once was. Pairing: Baek Juho x OC Genre: Angst, One-Shot, Collab/Event Tropes: Fantasy!AU, Faun!idol, tennyo!OC, strangers to lovers to strangers Word Count: 1.3K Contains: circular storytelling, flashbacks (anything italicized is a flashback), one mention of suggestive content (no details), lots of angst A/N: Fantasy, I apologize in advance for what I've done to the poor sweetheart. This was what instantly came to mind when presented with the Mocha Madness event. Also, Ceres is a likeness to the titular character of an anime I adored way back in middle school titled Ayashi No Ceres.

"Can I get a mochaccino, Cupid?" The faun man orders as calmly as usual, adding, "Make it a double. I need a pick-me-up."

After placing the coins on the counter, Zuho makes his way to his usual table. Pulling his chair out, he sits down, carefully swinging his tail behind him to avoid sitting on it. Placing an elbow on the dark mahogany table, he rests his chin on his palm as he stares at the empty chair in front of him, zoning out into his own little world.

"Can I try the house coffee? It's my first time here."

Hearing a shy but angelic voice, he lifts his head to see her. More beautiful than most creatures who frequent the cafe, her long, healthy black hair flowing freely down her back and her beautiful blue silk kimono makes her appear heavenly to the lone faun sitting nearby. Seeing Zuho's gaze on the newcomer, Cupid points the lady in his direction and suggests him as a kind regular.

Thanking Cupid and paying for her drink, the captivating stranger approaches Zuho and asks whether she could sit with him. Moving his latte closer to himself, he motions to the chair as words betray him by failing to leave his lips entirely.

"Thank you. I hear you're a regular. I'm new around here and qould love a guide, if you're so willing."

"Sure, I would be happy to help. My name is Zuho."

Shining a smile that can cure any ailments, she responds, "Nice to meet you, Zuho. My name is Cerea. I'm a tennin - or a tennyo, more specifically - and I've wanted to roam earth for a bit now but was scared. It's nice to know somebody is willing to help lead me in good directions."

"A tennyo - no wonder you're so beautiful. I'm a faun, as you may be able to guess." He gestures around himself to show off his horns, tail, and hooves. "Although I'm often confused for a satyr since we're distant cousins in looks."

As he learns more about Ceres, he finds that her beauty goes beyond her style and appearance. Feeling her kindness in every word, Zuho befriends her quickly, establishing the next time to meet.

"Here you go, Zu." Cupid places the glass mug in front of the faun, bringing him back to reality momentarily.

"Thanks, Cupid. I really need it today."

Patting the man on the back, Cupid returns to the counter with hopes that the strength of the drink will help his friend return to his usual chipper self.

As he takes a sip, Zuho remembers the day he began dating Ceres - a time now as bittersweet in his mind as the drink hitting his tongue.

For the first time, they meet outside of the cafe. Bringing Zuho to a nice, calm meadow outside of the city, Ceres beams over the idea of enjoying one another's company out in nature.

Most of the date, they sit next to each other on the grass silently, gazing at the flowers swaying in the light wind or viewing the clouds floating lazily against the azure sky. After a while, Zuho turns to admire Ceres.

Feeling his gaze after a few minutes, Ceres turns towards him. His loving eyes bring a soft smile to her lips. Her dark hair contrasting the colorful surroundings, Zuho brushes a loose strand behind her shoulder, letting it sway in the wind alongside the flowers.

"Ceres," He starts, his gaze shifting around her. "Would you like to date?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Ceres leans in, cupping her partner's face to kiss his nose in acceptance.

Putting the cup back onto the table, Zuho feels the tears welling up in his throat. Bending forward and placing his forehead next to the glass, the faun's tail swipes furiously behind him as his emotions overwhelm him. Looking on from the counter, Cupid feels the pang of heartbreak seep into his heart, remembering how well the couple got along until yesterday's incident. As Zuho lets his tears fall onto the wood, a montage of happy moments runs through his mind, only to be squashed by the memory of yesterday.

Kissing feels like visiting heaven. Her hugs are a warm embrace, even on the coldest winter days. A smile in his direction brightens his whole day. Her voice rings in his ears like his favorite bard's most uplifting tune, her laugh like the twinkling bells that ding in the markets.

Zuho is head over hooves for Ceres.

She feels the same way - it's obvious to everyone around them, even if she never says so. Heavens forbid, she even debates herself silently on whether or not to give him her celestial robes to take him as her husband. As far as anyone can see, this tennyo and faun are a representation of the truest form of love. The bards have written songs based on their shows of affection, the scholars have noted their actions for future generations to look upon as proof of love's existence. As innocent as the two of them are, planning to propose to one another in a worthwhile way without letting the other catch on to their schemes, the entire city supports them at this point. Everyone felt their love brighten the town.

It was all going splendidly until one day ago - the day tragedy struck. As Ceres bathes in a secluded pond, preparing herself to hand over her robes, but those exact robes are stolen from the branch she placed them upon. In a massive fit of jealousy, a lonely goblin learned about the tennin conditions for marriage and took it upon himself to snatch the opportunity to secure an eye-catching bride.

Despite outrage from everyone in the city, Ceres cannot disobey the laws of her kind. Bawling her eyes out, she begrudgingly follows the goblin to his home. Zuho, upon learning of the travesty, follows, losing sanity as he begs and pleads at their feet. He offers up anything and everything he owns to the goblin in a desperate attempt to earn the hagoromo for himself, but the goblin doesn't budge - rather, he enjoys seeing the faun dirtying his fur to beg him for the item.

He slams the door to his small abode in Zuho's face with an evil smile. Unable to muster the energy to return to the city, Zuho stays on the ground for hours and hears them finalize the marriage. With that final step complete, Zuho feels his heart snap into a million pieces, falling upon the loose dirt in front of the home.

As his tears slow, he wonders whether he stalled too long to ask Ceres to marry him. At this point, he feels as if the gods must be spiting him for some reason. Wondering what he could've done to deserve the torture he received, he lifts his head from the table to see a cookie sitting on a napkin next to his drink. He looks over to Cupid, who is busy cleaning mugs. Silently thanking his friend, he wipes away the remaining tears and takes a big bite of the cookie.

Although certain he hasn't had one before, the cookie tastes oddly familiar - sweet with touches of familiar magic mixed into the cinnamon and sugar. He closes his eyes as he takes another bite, savoring the flavor in an attempt to identify the source of the familiarity.

Suddenly, an all too familiar voice graces his ears. As if he traveled back in time, he opens his eyes to find Ceres talking to Cupid at the counter, in the same blue silk from the first time he laid eyes on her. Even the cookie has disappeared from his hand, and the mocha is replaced by a latte.

"Can I try the house coffee? It's my first time here."

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(Zuho) "Bibora" // 240112 Music Bank

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