#sing hom

[theside-b]

Sing Hom and Lawrence Lo in ETERNAL BUTLER • 全面管控

[jyuubin]

SECRETS IN THE HOT SPRING (2018) // Lu Qun, Xiao Jin & Li-Han (Little Princess) ↳ ghost hunting shenanigans + bonus lu qun having a crisis and fainting

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— ©jyuubin

[xinyuehui]

They share one(1) braincell

[thomaskong]

The secrets in the hot spring cast & crew had a reunion and shared some photos!!!

[stuff-diary]

Secrets in the Hot Spring

Movies watched in 2024

Secrets in the Hot Spring (2018, Taiwan)

Director & Writer: Lin Kuan Hui

Mini-review:

I loved Oh No! Here Comes Trouble so much that I looked up creator Lin Kuan Hui right away, and that's what brought me to this movie. Unfortunately, I can't say I feel the same way about it. Sure, it has quite a few funny moments and manages to be surprising from time to time, but overall it fell flat for me. I don't know, I guess I went in with too many expectations. All in all, Secrets in the Hot Spring is an average horror-comedy that tends to forget about the first part of its subgenre.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

in my heart both Dallas n Soda know how to play the guitar n I will stand on this until I die

[aethersflames]

mental amv of my persona having a climactic battle with her abuser has been in my mind all day

and also my f/o is singing about it while watching them

[woozivrsefactry]

lee jihoon as your producer (implied idol!reader)

producer jihoon who was shy the very first time he met you with your manager because, even apart from his general incapability to mingle with females, he found you extraordinarily attractive

producer jihoon who may have been cool and composed on the outside but had firecrackers in his head when he was told he'll be your semi-permanant co-producer for your music.

producer jihoon who suggest you two hang out more often so he can get to know you better and thereby make more suitable songs for your personality, except he really only wanted to spend as much time with you as he possibly could

producer jihoon who started taking gym more seriously than ever when he heard you say muscular men are your ideal type during an interview

producer jihoon who always brings you lunch and dinner whenever you are at his studio, especially your favorite junk foods which you wouldn't be able to eat in front of your manager due to your diet

producer jihoon who has an assorted playlist of all the songs that reminds him of you

producer jihoon who is internally bouncing in joy when you tell him how good a friend he is to you

producer jihoon who gets lost watching you sing in his studio

producer jihoon who streams your performaces and livestreams as often as he can, feeling pride and glee swell in his chest as you give him a special thanks for helping your music

producer jihoon for whom you are genuinely an inspiration because you inspire him with your personality, your pretty body, the things you do for/with him

producer jihoon who is as red as a tomato when you scoot too close to him while editing your music in his studio

producer jihoon whose dick twitches in his pants when you suggest adding some moaning sounds in one of your rather sensual songs as adlibs

producer jihoon whose job as a producer includes telling you that you don't sound realistic enough when you attempt to mimik your own sounds in bed

producer jihoon who, when you ask for suggestions, tells you that you could try touching yourself sensually if it would help, and even offer to turn around to give you that privacy

producer jihoon who is took by surprise when you tell him that he didn't have to turn around if he wanted, the lust in your eyes almost piercing through the camera in the recording studio as you look up at it

producer jihoon who, being a man as he is, takes full advantage, watching you strip out of your lower half and push your top up, taking a seat on the stool there and touching your most sensitive areas.

producer jihoon who records all the sounds you make, slowly stroking himself over his joggers and saves the recordings in one of his private files.

producer jihoon who loses his composer when he hears his name slip off your tongue between moans, and he gets up and barge into the recording studio

producer jihoon who you don't take as surprise as he starts kissing you aggressively with all horniness of a sex-starved young man (that he is)

producer jihoon who holds you up with one arm (thanks for the gym motivation) and takes you to the big white couch in his studio

producer jihoon who practically licks up every inch of your skin, telling you of how much you had been tempting and teasing him and how badly he's been wanting to do this

producer jihoon, prior to whom you didn't know how big of a praise kink you had, because your clit throbs at the way jihoon calls you a good girl

producer jihoon who has the best sex he's ever had, and he might have cum embarrassingly soon all over your stomach, though its fine because you came along with him.

producer jihoon with hom sex after work is now regular, whether its right there in his studio or at his big penthouse where he takes you sometimes

producer jihoon who is glad you ask him out soon because he doesn't think he'd ever have the balls to do that himself (doesn't matter how shameless and nasty he is in bed)

[httpsdana]

Heyy. Love love love ur stories. So i was thinking one for kenan. I imagine him to be someone who appreciates a thicker curvier girl. My idea is that reader is such a girl with thick thighs and a bit of a tummy and maybe she gets insecure about it and being with kenan that maybe she doesnt deserve him or should be with some model… anyways and kenan catches her and goes off on a cute rant about how obsessed he is wirh her figure and just fliff and cute and i imagine hom to rly like love those parts of her

Warm Silhouettes~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

The evening played on a loop in her head: the models with their perfect smiles and effortless confidence, the way they seemed to belong beside the players, like they were all plucked from the same magazine spread.

She stood in front of the mirror in Kenan’s oversized shirt, her fingers nervously tracing the soft curve of her stomach.

The doubt crept in, gnawing at her. He deserves someone like them. Someone who doesn’t have thick thighs or a visible tummy. Someone...better.

The door creaked open behind her, and Kenan stepped in, his face lighting up the second he saw her.

“There’s my girl,” he said warmly, walking over and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “What are you doing in here all alone? You hiding from me?”

She gave a half-hearted smile, leaning back into his chest. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking?” He kissed the side of her neck, his voice muffled against her skin. “About how cute I am? ‘Cause I’ve been told I’m very cute.”

She couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “No, Kenan. Not about you.”

He turned her around to face him, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Okay, now I’m offended. What could possibly be more important to think about than me?”

She hesitated, glancing down. “It’s stupid…”

Kenan tilted his head, pouting like a little kid. “Hey, no calling my girl stupid. Only I get to call you names, and they’re all nice. Like ‘my little squish.’”

She laughed, but it quickly turned into a sigh. “I just... I felt out of place tonight. Like I don’t belong around all those... perfect women. They’re so thin, so put together. And I’m... not.”

Kenan’s eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping dramatically.

“Excuse me? Did you just insult my girlfriend? Oh no, no, no. We’re not doing this.” He took a step back and held up a hand like he was stopping traffic.

“First of all, those ‘perfect women’? Boring. Do they have the world’s softest thighs? No. Do they have the cutest little tummy that’s like a personal pillow for me? Absolutely not. And don’t get me started on their lack of squish.”

She blinked, caught between laughing and crying. “Squish?”

“Yes, squish,” he said, poking her stomach gently and grinning. “I love this squish. I’d marry this squish if I could. You? You’re my dream girl. You’ve got all the good stuff: soft thighs, a perfect tummy, and don’t even get me started on that butt—”

“Kenan!” she interrupted, laughing despite herself.

“What? It’s true!” He pulled her closer, his hands resting on her hips. “Babe, I’m obsessed. You think I want some model? Nah. I want you—my cuddle queen, my thigh pillow, my little lovebug.”

She covered her face with her hands, her cheeks burning. “You’re so silly.”

He gently pulled her hands away, his face softening. “I’m serious, though. I love everything about you. Every curve, every soft spot, every little bit of you that makes you you. You’re not just enough—you’re everything.”

Tears filled her eyes, but they were tears of joy this time. “Kenan…”

“And,” he added with a cheeky grin, “if you ever say anything bad about yourself again, I’m going to write a song about your thighs and sing it at every team dinner. Loudly.”

She burst out laughing, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Please don’t.”

“I will,” he teased, kissing her forehead. “I’ll make sure everyone knows how perfect my girl is.”

She kissed him, smiling against his lips. “I love you, Kenan.”

He grinned, brushing his nose against hers. “I love you more, my little squish.”

[theside-b]

So, I’m watching this Taiwanese show about a mafia princess and if you guys guys think their BL shows treat gangsters as jokes wait until you see what the straights are doing lmao

[aster-riskite]

it fits in a crazy way that has to do with him being emotionally compressed and lost in the pursuit creating *something* that his wife would respect. and also that part of the musical where hades relearns the song of love is SUCH a moment i could tormemt him with. anyways THANK UOU ☺️

"It's there you'll find the king of the mine Almighty Mr. Hades!" Austria as Hades because i can't stop the aushun grind. Also it fits In my head it fits I swear!

[jyuubin]

SECRETS IN THE HOT SPRING (2018) // Lu Qun & Li-Han (Little Princess) ↳ the stages of splish splash + bonus lu qun being denied back on land

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— ©jyuubin

[ssentimentals]

Awh man I was excited for it 😔😔

BUT it is alright!!

Hmm maybe soft prompt #31 with Minghao or DK. Idk they both are suitable with it 😭😭 So u choose

THANK U <33

-😼

hello-hello my 😼anon! gladly will write for you. let's go with seokmin for this one, yeah? thank you for requesting 💜 hopefully you will like it!

fluff prompt: 'dance with me.'

cuddling with seokmin is your favorite way to pass time. his solid weight underneath you, his strong arms around you, his comforting presence next to you - all of it is everything you need after a particularly long day at work. seokmin has this uncanny ability to guess what kind of support you need before you can even ask it from him; he's too attuned to you and your feelings. that's why when he saw you coming back hom with a frown on your face and pouty lips, he knew that cuddling session was in for tonight.

'feeling better, angel?' he asks, kissing your forehead. 'you've been very silent.'

'mhm.' you hide your face deeper in his chest, sighing. 'sorry. i'm good now.'

'what can i do for you, hm? tell me.' seokmin gently rubs your back, knowing how soothing you find this gesture. 'should i cook something? sing something? i can start my stand-up comedy show right now if you wanna laugh.'

you smile at this. your heart warms up at how focused on you and you wellbeing seokmin is - his kind soul is ready to go far and beyond for your happiness. you look up, bumping at his chin with your nose: 'i don't need a thing, seokkie. thank you though.'

seokmin goes through things that make you happy in his mind, which one is the most attainable right now? lightbulb lights up in his mind at the brilliant idea. 'angel, get up. dance with me.' at your confused expression, he gently untangles your limbs and stands up with a wide smile on his face. 'c'mon, you'll love it. dance with me.'

you're not sure, but it's seokmin and it's hard to say no when he stares at you like that. instantly taking you into his arms once you stand up, seokmin first starts humming and then proceeds to sing your favorite song in a low tone. 'seokkie, baby,' you let out in disbelief as he slowly urges you to move. he only smiles at you, not faltering once in his moves or his singing. his voice is magical and your heart swells with emotion as you watch him go out of his way to make you feel better. seeing how your eyes shine with unshed tears, seokmin softens and leans in, resting his forehead against yours, his voice barely above a whisper now. cuddling with seokmin might be your favorite way to pass time, but slowly swaying him in your room, while he sings you your favorite song, looking at you like this right here is where he'd like to stay forever... well, it might just be your second favorite.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[talaok]

I love your dad Pedro! Could you please do a cute fluff piece of a him just loving being a girl dad? Maybe he and baby girl just spending the day together, hom singing purple rain and dancing in the living room with her and trying to teach her to walk? Ooommggg 💚

Pairing: Pedro pascal x f!reader

a/n: i think dad pedro is my all time favorite so thank you for requesting it (and i do not know shit about babies or when they start walking or talking properly so just pretend this is accurate pls)

He still couldn't believe that this was his life.

that he was living in a home that he shared with you, the most amazing and incredible wife he could have ever dreamed of, and with your daughter, with his beautiful daughter who happened to be holding onto him, singing or, more accurately, mumbling sounds resembling the words of his favorite song: Purple rain, desperately trying to keep up with him as he softly sang it for her.

He couldn't believe that the angel looking up at him, with her mom's beauty and his attitude, was actually his, that he had helped create her, that she was standing on his feet and gripping his shirt as he guided her around in a makeshift slow dance.

He couldn't believe any of it, but god was he grateful.

He had everything he ever wanted, and every day felt like a dream, it didn't matter anymore if he didn't get cast for a role, if he fought with a director, if the guy beside him skipped the line at the grocery store, nothing simply mattered anymore as long as he had you, the two loves of his life.

And yes, every day was perfect, but today especially.

It was a beautiful sunny Sunday

he didn't have to work, and he didn't have anything to do so he could spend all his time with you.

He woke up with you curled up close to him, and a wide smile couldn't help but pull at his lips as he watched you sleep so peacefully.

After a few moments, he decided not to wake you, and only allowed himself a soft kiss on your forehead, before sneaking out of the room.

And that's when he walked by your daughter's room and heard those cute noises he knew too well, so he knocked, opened the door, and found her exactly as he had predicted, sitting up on her bed with two of her dolls in each one of her hands.

And again, he smiled, he smiled that happy smile he seemed to constantly have on his face lately.

So then he offered to go have breakfast, but she counteroffered to stay in her room and play instead, and of course, she had won.

You always made fun of him for how easily he agreed to whatever your daughter said, and as much as he liked to protest, he too, knew it was the truth.

God only knows how many tea parties he had attended with her stuffed animals, or how many times he had ended up with a full face of makeup because those big eyes of hers had gotten him to fold.

But anyway, after some time she eventually got hungry so they moved the party to the kitchen, he cooked some pancakes and cut some strawberries and he watched, as she ate everything on her plate, smiling like an idiot the whole time, and forgetting all about his own breakfast.

And then you had woken up and he had gotten to actually kiss you, and then somehow, he was dancing in the living room with his daughter.

And he still couldn't believe it.

The day only got more perfect as he watched his daughter stumble barefoot in your backyard as he tried to teach her how to walk.

He'd been at it for what felt like hours, guiding her with his hands at first, then trying to hold a toy with her, and letting go when she walked, but nothing seemed to really work.

"c'mon peach, you can do it" he encouraged her, luring her with one of her dolls "Come to daddy"

But all she did was crawl back to him, smiling widely as he reached him.

He let out a soft chuckle as she gave her the doll and watched her sit back to play with it next to that green ball she also adored.

"you know... she doesn't have to learn how to walk today" you murmured, walking beside him to put your arms around his torso as he stood up "She'll get there in her own time"

Your eyes were both on her as you spoke to one another.

"I know" he nodded, "I just..." he sighed, not able to finish

"What?" 

"I'm just scared that she'll get there when I'm not gonna be there to see it" he confessed, his voice suddenly thinner

"baby" you cooed, urging him to turn towards you "that's not gonna happen" you shook your head "and even if it does, it's not the end of the word, what matters is that she does it"

"I know, you're right" he breathed "I'm just scared that with work and everything I'm gonna miss all her important steps"

"but you haven't" you murmured "You were there when she said her first word, and you were even there when she ate all her food without throwing it on the ground for the first time" You couldn't help but laugh at the memory

"I know" he smiled too now "You're right... as always," he said, leaning in to kiss you.

You chuckled softly "You're an amazing dad, baby, you need to stop worryin-"

But your words died in your thought and your eyes widened as they focused behind him.

He took your expression in and turned in an instant, worried sick,

But when he expected to see the worst, to see something happen to his angel, what presented itself before him, was actually the opposite.

She was walking.

She was stumbling behind the ball as it rolled away from her to try and catch it like it was nothing.

She was walking. His daughter was walking

"Is she...?" you stuttered

"she is"

And once again, he couldn't believe it

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Remember how last year I made this headcanon that Mickey hires the Nightmare Before Christmas cast to sing 'This is Halloween' every year for the club's opening performance when I was writing about the Nightmare Before Christmas characters in the HoM!AU?

I bet that when Skully comes to the club, he just has the biggest fanboy reaction and Jack and Sally let him (and Yuu) join in and they're all having the time of their lives

I still don't know much about the Halloween update but I think Skully already knows the residents of Halloween town (?) so him coming to the House of Mouse would be like having a sunday brunch meetup.

And you bet Jack and Skully (wait is Skully like Jack and Sally's ship name - you know Skellington x Sally?) are just having a blast (and Zero, of course) whilst Sally and Yuu are just watching them both in amusement. I can see Jack and Sally sort of crowning Skully and Yuu as the Pumpkin Prince and Princess for Halloween whilst the rest of the club are just seething in jealousy

The Halloween Town characters argue that Yuu has to sit at their table every Halloween since that's technically their day so no one can really complain (yes they can, the other villains are very vocal about that) - especially since Yuu is having fun as well

Edit: I saw this and I am now amending this to having the NRC boys singing along as well

[arminsumi]

hii!! hru?? i hope ur doing finee!! :))

so i have a request 😭😭 imagine olden times gojo satoru x reader, reader comes from the lower class poor family and gojo is the higher rich class 🤩🤩 gojo and reader go to school together and gojo is rlly known and popular in school so reader gets curious and tries to talk/start a conversation with him!! then they become friends but they eventually both develop feelings for eachother 😭😭 but because of their differences they cant get together/love eachother and gojo's parents dont rlly support gojo marrying a poor girl and want him to marry someone with a high status!! (u can make gojo have a future arranged marriage if u want, i jus need an angsty fluff fic 😭)

✎ runaway lovers

💗 さとる

note : i found this buried deep in the drafts !! :( i'm late but i wrote this in one go and it was so fun, i got so absorbed into the story... ugh i'm a sucker for olden day gojo stuff. one of my fav posts was that hanahaki gojo fic. anyways!! aaa i swooned a bit at the part he says "i will always find my way hom and she is my home" 🥹

content : one day at school, those six eyes catch you spying through the gap in the door, and from that moment on gojo satoru grows fascinated with you. he just has to introduce himself to you. he doesn't care about the whispers around him and just falls right in love. unfortunately, his parents frown upon you two being together, and they try their best to pry the two of you apart.

warnings : fem reader, angsty fluffy, misunderstandings, gojo gets put into an arranged marriage, forbidden romance trope

playme : you're in love

"gojo satoru...?" you question curiously.

your friend nods, starry-eyed. "you know, from the gojo clan? oh, he's so... he's just... you can't even envision how good-looking he is; you just have to see him with your own eyes. come on."

"alright..." you chuckle, letting her lead you down the corridors. she trips clumsily on the way.

the two of you peer into the senior student's class. you whisper under your breath to her, "which one is he? there's so many people in the room... and i can barely see."

"just search the room. you'll know him when you see him. he stands out." your friend whispers excitedly.

your eyes look searchingly. and then they land on a head of snow-white hair; there's a boy, two years your senior, sitting upright like a stick and clad in a blue-toned kimono with an endearingly simple pattern on it — but you're not fooled, that's the highest quality silk. a clan crest stares at you, as his back faces you.

You peer through this slit in the door.

you're staring at him like you're spellbound. and... those hyper-attentive six eyes catch onto you right away.

gojo curiously peers behind him over his shoulder. when you see his face, it immediately makes sense why your friend — like so many other girls in this school — is completely taken by him.

and he... he's taken by you, the instant the two of you make electric eye contact. you look away as if singed by spilled boiling tea.

gojo's heart thumps in his chest.

who was that, just now, peering through the slit in the door? she was...

"good-looking, isn't he?" your friend smugly nudges your shoulder as the two of you scamper away like mice, escaping outside.

gojo's class concludes moments after catching you spying through the slit in the shoji door, so he quickly makes a path to follow after you as you escape to the taiko bashi bridge with your friend as if you're two criminals.

and he ends up eavesdropping on your conversation at a prime moment.

"...he looked like an angel..." you say in awe. his heart flutters and he widens his eyes, straining his ears to hear more but the bush of flowers is fluttering so loudly in the wind that it makes it difficult. so much for six eyes... what he wishes he had right now is six ears.

he picks up fragments of your voice. it gives him... butterflies, for the first time he understands what it means to have butterflies in one's stomach.

"...ah, don't tease me...!"

he blinks his pretty eyes and listens to you.

"...i can't possibly introduce myself to him...he's not just my senior...he's the prodigal son of the gojo clan..."

his heart... does something. a smug look forms on his face.

well... if she can't find the courage to introduce herself to me, then i'll introduce myself to her.

and so he does. when his best friend accompanies him on a gliding exit walk along the bridge, he stops by you and...

he bows deeply, like you're a very important person. but you're not, you're a commoner in most eyes at this school... and yet he doesn't treat you as such. it even takes his best friend, suguru, by surprise because he knows satoru to usually be a bit pompous.

electric eye contact is made between you and satoru when the two of you rise from your greeting bows.

"have we met before?" he begins smoothly, "your face reminds me of a girl i met in a dream."

your throaty stutter endears him, but makes his best friend snicker.

"satoru... don't go around flirting with monkeys." he says meanly.

for the first time, satoru ignores something that his best friend says. a reality-shattering moment, really, suguru widens his eyes as satoru asks; "what's your name...?" as if he's desperate and determined to know it.

and that's where it all begins. on the taiko bashi bridge. one spring.

it doesn't take long for his parents to find out that he's conversing with a commoner, and they put a stop to it immediately. not only because of your status... but because they don't want him to be "distracted". he needs to keep a "narrow focus" on his studies. and... they refuse to let some commoner mingle romantically with their precious prodigal son.

girls snicker in secret about you. rumors spread that you forwardly introduced yourself to gojo.

"i heard that she chased after gojo-senpai and desperately tried to introduce herself to him. she's obsessed with him or something, it's really pathetic!"

speak of the devil... no no, he's an angel like you said... satoru appears. not a word slipped by him. it makes his blood surge, is stomach twist; they had some nerve. he wants to cuss them out, be improper and raw and visceral. but he refrains. because consequences.

"i'll have to correct you two," satoru's sudden appearance shocks them out of their bodies. that voice is chilling. "it was actually me who initiated that introduction on the bridge. she was too lovely to ignore..."

oh, satoru... why did you choose the word 'lovely'? now rumors begin to circulate the school that you two are dating. they rapidly make their way to his parent's ears, and while his father may be lax on his lectures, his mother is strict.

she parts the two of you. cleaves your budding friendship. rips the two of you like paper, refusing to let her son be tainted or distracted by someone like you.

but does he listen to his mother's orders to never speak to you? no. he sneaks out to meet you after school. he squeezes in through your window at night with a toothy grin. he secretly invites you to his birthday parties ("where has the birthday boy run off to...?"). he holds your hand when no one is looking.

and he cups your cheeks and leans in for forbidden little kisses when it's just you and him in the vacant school corridor.

your faces melt like butter against each other. it makes his heart lurch to have a forbidden fruit touching his lips like this... it makes him feel weak, which is just laughably ironic. so weak, that he wants to take a bite... even if it puts both the reputation of him and his family in jeopardy.

there's a sad twinge in his chest when he thinks about how you and him are forced to keep your love secret.

"i'm sorry that... i can't show off something as beautiful as you without getting the both of us in trouble. i wish we could kiss right in front of the whole world's face." he admits in a soft murmur.

it's simple, these sad times. but then the future comes and delivers despairing news on gojo.

one day, while having tea with his mom and dad, they tell him that a marriage between him and another woman is being considered.

he violently jumps up from the table. a teacup shatters on the floor.

"huh...?" his shock and surprise slowly morphs into pure anger, "like hell! you can't j-just spring this on me. i refuse to be married to anyone except y/n—"

"—that commoner? you... still speak with her?"

his face drops. oh, shit... now he's given it all away.

and what a consequence he faces. locked into his room, like some funny version of rapunzel. he paces around, mind racing and heart palpitating.

his contact with you is cut off in the most brutal of ways.

his mother comes to you, and tells you with a convincingly icy lie;

"gojo is too kind to tell you himself... so he asked me to inform you instead; he never wants you to see him again. his heart has found a wife, and he doesn't want you to seduce him away."

you remember choking up and sputtering broken sobs at this reveal.

he couldn't tell you from himself... ah... did those kisses mean nothing? am i the other woman?

gojo doesn't know why you avoid him so violently the next time he sees you at school.

"hey — wait. can i talk to you? it's important." he asks.

you give him a bitter look. "i'd rather we not. i don't fancy being the other woman in your life..."

you confuse him. and he blinks at you astoundedly. what caused this? he's a smart boy, he tries to figure it out. but it leads to long nights of brooding in his futon, body sinking deep into the plush until he feels like gravity is accelerating on him alone. but it's just his thoughts. he tosses and turns.

he doesn't give up his determination, though. he will find out what deterred you from him...

oh but when he figures it out, through suguru's admittance, he bursts in through his mother's tea ceremony one day and confronts her with the rage of a dragon. right in front of guests. completely embarrassing her.

"you told her! you lied to her? do you think you can keep us separate forever? — NO. I WILL ALWAYS FIND MY WAY BACK HOME. AND SHE IS MY HOME!"

his yell is so piercing and raw that it makes his mother drop into her seat. the guests have mixed looks.

the backlash he receives for lashing out and denouncing his arranged marriage is severe. the scowling looks he receives are not nearly as bad as the ones you receive. unkind words is putting it lightly; the whole village and school turns against you. they still view gojo as the star child of his clan, but now as a star that has strayed from its rightful place in the sky.

he meets with you in secret. what begins as a tearful explanation and angsty bunch of confessions to hidden truths, turns into a steamy make out.

gojo needs your kisses like he needs air, like he needs water, like he needs food. you're his essential, he tells you that;

"my vitals would fail if you left, as if i would be stabbed."

he mutters against your lips other things... and then cries with you. it hurts to see such a pretty boy cry.

"satoru..." you begin soothingly.

he presses his forehead against yours. tear drops roll off his cheeks and splatter against your face.

he draws out your name. the wind stills. there's a long silence.

"...run away with me..." he murmurs. "please, let's leave this place behind... and start a family somewhere no one knows our names."

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