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starryhutcherson · 1 day ago

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━━ BED HEAD

author's note: my christmas gift to my lovely followers and viewers <3 yes i am aware i've been M.I.A for the entirety of the second half of the year. forgive me! when the jhutch nation died a piece of me died with it. pls enjoy this apology fic, made it nice and sweet for my mike lovers (cough cough for me). enjoy!! ps. this is my personal favourite that ive written, boyfriend mike just hits different so expect a lot more of him coming soon wink wink! i mean it this time

'୧ ‧₊ pairing: boyfriend!mike schmidt x reader warnings: 18+ sexual content! oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing word count: 2000+ ⋆ ✩‧₊

Early mornings make for soft kisses. Outside, the streets are licked with hazes of morning fog, sprinkled with droplets of dew and not even ghosts wander the empty streets. In here, in Mike’s house, there’s no need to worry about the world beyond his peeling windowsill. You’re cradled into his chest, his arms which encircle your torso and his legs which tangle into a web with yours. The mornings are just for you.

And Mike always wakes up before you. It’s not something he does intentionally, but rather the blessing of his eternal clock, stirring his soul before the sun has so much as nipped at the horizon – and yet he reckons this is the best part of his day. It’s the part where he gets to see you at your most vulnerable, your most unaware. Your lips are parted, carrying an imprint of yesterday’s smile, and your hair is sprawled around you too deliberately– like you were made to be perfect, even in your imperfection.

He likes to trace each fault and flaw that may linger in unsuspecting places with the plush pad of his calloused thumb, to explore the way your body dips at its own will, to memorise each pathway of skin that leads to your heart, a map that’s solely his. He might pluck an eyelash oh so carefully of your cheek, he’ll watch as your chest greets his with each soundless inhale, only to part momentarily when you breathe out again. He likes it best when you’re slotted right between his heartbeat. You’re a dream he’s afraid to wake up from.

Of course, these moments are only beautiful because of their status as moments. They aren’t eternal, they were made to be preserved. They fade when you wake up; when your big eyes blink up at him like a heedless doe. Like now. When you start to stir, your face scrunching up in a sleepy frown, Mike immediately closes his eyes. He rolls onto his back, one arm draped over his face like he’s shielding himself from the non-existent sunlight, like he hasn’t been watching you for the last ten minutes.

You crack an eyelid, admiring his figure as it soaks up the beginnings of a sunrise. “Morning bedhead,” you tease, grogginess and all. He grunts in acknowledgement, not shifting from his position of comfort.

“Morning,” he grumbles back, not appreciating the teasing but not having the energy to send anything worthy of offense back at you. Your eyes trace over his messy hair, wild unruly ringlets of chestnut licking at his temples.

You shuffle over to him, wading through the sea of tangled bedsheets, and ruffle those curls, making his face bunch up like crumpled fabric, in mild irritation. “You look like you lost a fight with a lawnmower,” you snort. He catches your wrist with a solid grip; sturdy as a tree is, down to the root. “Don’t even start. Pretty sure you’ve got me beat.” His voice is a baritone grumble as he references to your own head of locks, knowing full well that the cascading waves of pure velvet that are sewn into your head aren’t even close to looking messy. He teases anyway.

“I dunno about that,” you murmur. Cocking a hesitant brow, watching his body flex into the sheets as each limb slowly begins to arise from slumber at it’s own snail pace. It’s then you pad out of bed, to go attempt to start the morning━ and he stops you. A dull grunt sounds from his lips and he tugs at your arm.

“No,” he mumbles━ broken by a dull yawn. “C’mon. You can… you can stay. S’still dark. Nothin’ to do yet.” The sort of puppy-ish pleading that swallows his irises is too strong not to resist to. So you let him have his little ritual; he tucks you into his shoulder, thumb circling supple skin. You let him smell behind your neck and nip at the junction where your collarbone becomes your shoulder becomes your arm. Suddenly it’s turned into lazy tastings of your body. He’s drinking you in in the morning light, rolling you down and deep onto your back to make sure you’re imprinted on his fabric for later, lonelier nights.

“Mike━” He cuts you off. He has a habit of doing that, when he gets like this. All agitated and croaking, like you are his eternal life source.

“Shh, no, let me━ let me have this.”

And he’s trekking lower, still. Warm hands planted on your knees, he’s opening your thighs for himself with that look in his eyes. He’s a paradox, greed and yet utter selflessness as he buries his body right where you want him, idly tugging at the waistband of your cotton pajama pants.

“Gonna make that bedhead worse.” He mumbles almost comically to himself. “Gonna, gonna give you some bed head.”

You roll your eyes, heat of the moment evaporating as you erupt in stupid giggles. “You’re such a dickhead,” you tell him, admiring the smug expression that spreads across his features. He looks like he’s where he belongs, nestled comfortably in that gap he’s made just for him, cradled by your legs.

“Maybe.” He mumbles with a stupidly self-satisfied grin, delving into you like he knows best. He rolls the cotton comfort of your legs and exposes you to the chilly bedroom air, and knowing it must be unpleasant to be so cold when it’s so early, he’s latching onto you as quick as he can to try and maintain heat pumping through your system.

And he’s a cocky motherfucker who knows that it works; molten fever rushes through every aching crevice of your figure and pushes to the surface as he flicks his tongue with expertise. He knows every spot, every stroke, every single way that makes you tick. He’s spent a lot of time practicing, exploring, just so he can be perfect.

Every. Single. Time.

You’re writhing already, with each motion. Calling his name out to nothing and nobody, the silence of the morning suddenly so obnoxious when it’s broken by the cracking chorus of your moans. Mike. You cry. Mike, Mike, Mike.

And he’s all entranced by you, you, you, as you quake right into his palms, just how he wants. The perfect way to start the morning is by breaking you apart and dealing with the mess. He admires, awfully, every tremor, every sob, every time your eyes lock with his and you watch him worship you, even if just for a fragile second before they roll back into your skull.

He plugs you up with one thick finger, reeling in the wet squelching suction of your cunt around his digit. Another follows, curling beside the first, resting snugly inside you. A few testing movements as he tries to find that place, and then finally you double over into yourself mewling like a lamb for slaughter.

“Oh, that’s it? That’s the spot?” He mutters, baritone voice just so sexy when it’s the only melody spilling into your ears, your brain, you soul. You answer with a little hum, and he coos as your hips buck to meet his palm; catching your weight as you grind your clit into the heel of it. You need more━ you need so much more.

So he mutters a brief apology as he severs your orgasm; saving it for later, the upcoming future. And leaves you for just a moment, carefully maneuvering himself free from his sodden boxers and pumping his angry length a few times, convulsing as he does so. He’s more sensitive in the mornings, every single goose-pebbled part of him. You bite your lip in anticipation, pink flesh billowing white under the force of your teeth.

His eyes glance up to you; coffee and caramel stirred with a copper spoon, awaiting your command. “You... you want me, right?” He breathes gently. Shuffling himself closer, hoping to meld a piece of his soul into yours. To secure you to him, through and through. And of course you nod, with ego-inflating eagerness.

“Course I do. And how about━”

It throws him off when your tender hands grip onto his shoulders; like a turning tide your body steers him of course, pummeled over so he can drown under your current as you position yourself ontop. “Let me,” you whisper, holding his cock so gently in your hands, a contrast of efforts in the way you stroke so slowly, so patiently. In all honesty, he hasn’t got much of that left.

A salacious groan slips free from his throat. “Shit, can you just, uh, can you please put it in, I can’t━ I’m gonna blow right now.”

He expects another mocking comment but all he gets is compliance. A gentle kiss, fanning across his freckled cheeks that glow so red in the heat of the moment, a slow and calculated sink of your pelvis against his, and a juggled handful of shared rugged breaths as the feeling of fullness branches across the pair of you. He’ll never get over your fit, it’s too hand-crafted, too cunningly created. His hands shakily struggle to make their way onto your hips, not so much for control as it is to keep himself grounded. Skin to skin to skin, as though to prove you aren’t just a fabrication from his desperate, delusional morning mind.

When your hips begin to roll, it’s lazy. Grogginess permeates every part of you and there isn’t enough strength for anything more than gentle juts; back and forth, back and forth, a seesaw of sorts, but he appreciates the movement anyway. Mike’s head falls back into the pillow, framed by a halo of his own sweat and drool as he lets you do the work. It’s his own hazy heaven, the morning he wishes he could preserve.

You suck his cock up deeper into your hole, clamping down on him in a vain attempt to try and keep him there, tucked away inside you forever like a pocketed memory of sorts. He begins to meet your thrusts, sending sparks through each wild thrust of his flying hips.

“Want this every day,” he whines, deep through his throat like he can’t even contain his words as they bleed all over you in a wash of near orgasmic bliss.

“Yeah? You do, Mikey? Wanna─ wanna just wake me up to fuck me like this? Right here on your bed?”

His eyelids flutter and unfocus, blunt nails severing the skin of your hipbones as he begins to forcefully drag you across his cock, faster faster faster until the headboard squeaks along with you and he’s completely wordless and wounded. “Wanna fuck you. Wann─ needa fuck you every day, yeah, jus' like that, shit, you were made for me,” he whines, pummelling into you with purpose. Force and purpose.

He’s spearing you open on his eager cock, nudging your cervix, coaxing an orgasm out of it’s grave, the one he ended from earlier. You can feel it brewing and bubbling inside you, erupting it’s carnal desire like acid wash across your narrow cunt as you drink him in tighter, willing him to come with you. “Mikey, mmm, come with me, c’mon, please─”

And it’s your begging that sends him over. A saccharine flush melts across his entire body, bottom to top, and he’s moaning as he tugs his length from beneath your folds and showers your sweaty torso in a creamy wash of white ribbons, spraying buckets from your belly button right up to your chin.

There is calm after the storm. A tranquil quiet falls back over his modest bedroom, accompanied by heavy breathing and the rustling of sheets. The aftertaste of the morning is careful sponge-washing and coffee. He clears you off with a damp washcloth, love ebbs from every action from him to you, like an endless chain. A circle has no end because it has no beginning; Mike thinks he’s always been drawn to you, even before you both knew it─ because he’s always been looking for this. For the gentle fleeting kisses that he’s showered in before the morning, for the bed he returns to which smells like sex and sodden promises. He can’t wait for you to get home so that he can come back to his bed-headed girl.

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luumiinaa · 13 hours ago

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grumpy eagle x sunshine swallow

straight to your heart ➴ an enhypen jay one-shot

❀ pairing: archery captain!park jongseong x fem!artist!reader ❀ side pairings: tyunning, one mention of yeonbin ❀ genre: slow-burn fluff, strangers to lovers, angst if you squint ❀ wc: 14.4k ❀ warnings: a japanese high school kind of setting with japanese terms, jay comes off as cold at first a kageyama tobio, usage of dummy lovingly, a couple timeskips, some bullying (not from jay or y/n) ❀ a/n: here's a list of the kyudo & japanese terms i used here in the order in which they're mentioned! don't hesitate to ask/correct me on any one of them :0 ♞──────────────────────────♞

some people heard bells when they met their soulmate, some saw the red string of fate. for you, it was the sound of an arrow passing his hands, the twang of the bowstring resonating through the air before it was finally picked up by your eardrums. the moment you first laid your eyes on park jongseong that march spring day, you knew it was fate.

after fixing your neck ribbon, you lifted your leg up and over the bicycle seat and placed your school bag in the basket before putting your feet on the pedals and setting into motion. maybe it was the fact that the cherry blossoms looked their best that day, or the fact that you needed to submit some pieces for the art contest coming up, but for whatever reason, that day you had felt the strong urge to explore the campus.

your surroundings felt different as you pedaled around: was it the light breeze that carried the sweet scent of the petals or the sunlight peeking through the cirrus clouds that caused your heart to pound? perhaps your body knew before you that you would find him that day, legs standing shoulder-length apart and bow drawn in a steady hold. you pushed the pedals back to brake and watched from the path as a crisp twang! could be heard, an arrow flew across the grassy field.

line break insurance since this glitch hates me >:( please ignore and enjoy!

and there he was fully dressed in his uniform, the white dogi and tabi stark contrasts to his sun-kissed skin, raven black hair, and most importantly, the dark grey hakama tied tightly around his waist hoisted by a purple obi that peeks through. the large bow was almost twice as tall as him, its fiberglass frame worn with some scratches from evident usage time after time again. the arrow had long left the bowstring, having found the target it was intended for. the yugake glove on his right hand had darkened around the fingers, but its purple ribbon around his wrist still had its vibrancy.

he took the other arrow from between his fingers and docked it to his bow, lining it with his hand perched on the maroon bow grip and his gloved hand. the archer gracefully brought the unit up, pulling the arrow just a bit, then finally, pulling it closer to himself and drawing the arrow and bowstring back. he steadies his arrow, his gaze locked with the target before him as you silently took in all the motions, immersed in the sight of his concentration. an intake of breath came with the release of his arrow, a whum! sound, and a thunk! once this arrow cut through the air across the field and hit the middle of the target.

you almost wanted to clap if it weren't for the fact that you were blatantly staring at this handsome stranger. in fact, you were so caught up in the scene before you that in the end, you got caught.

"did you need something?" his voice called from the dojo. breaking from your trance, you looked around to see if he's speaking to anyone else. "yes, you. we're the only two people here."

"no, i don't need anything," you responded once you had confirmed his acknowledgment of your presence.

"alright, why are you here then?" he eyed you suspiciously. "this is kyudo club's dojo. unless you're here to join, i can't—"

"let me join then," you bluntly answered.

"huh?" he was clearly taken aback. an eyebrow raised as he proceeded to take in the appearance of the trespasser. "... why should i let you join?" the archer rested his hands on his hips, bow in one of them, its long length looking almost as menacing as a sword.

"sorry, should've worded that better," you said as you rubbed the back of your neck. summoning up all your courage as he stared you down with hawklike eyes, you took a deep breath to reveal your intentions. "i want to watch you for inspiration."

you didn't know if that made it worse or not because his eyebrow was raised again in a perfect arch, so you scrambled for your school bag and the key item that could get you out of this messy situation. of course, it's within easy reach because you're never without it and never not doodling it in. carefully yanking the sketchbook out, you flipped through the pages to show evidence of your artwork. "i'm part of the art club here, and i have an important contest coming up. the theme is through another's eyes, so look..." you had to intake another breath to steel your nerves and started to speak from your stomach to hopefully convey your conviction. "your kyudo is amazing! i want to see through your eyes! whatever your name is!"

his dark eyes scanned you, looking for some kind of hint of a lie or scheme, but when he saw your own eyes and his form reflected back at him in them, he knew he wouldn't find one. closing his eyes and pinching his nose bridge, the kyudo captain let out his own breath of air and hopes he won't regret his decision as you watch him with hopeful, sparkling eyes. "my name's park jongseong, i'm the captain of the team. you can join—"

"really?!" you interrupted and started hopping up and down like a bunny rabbit with your sketchbook tucked close to your chest.

"on one condition!" he firmly shouted, making you halt and concentrate on his next words. "you become manager for the club and clean the dojo before every practice."

"that's two conditions..." you analyzed with a pout.

"did i make myself clear?" his hard tone made you freeze and straighten up your posture.

"yes, kaichou!" you automatically shouted with a bow. the action made the archer let out an annoyed breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"i'm already starting to regret this..." jay mumbled under bated breath.

❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀ the day after your fateful encounter with park jongseong, you were packing up your writing utensils and having a leisurely chat with your best friend huening kai, who was also in the art club.

"so i heard you found your inspiration," the tall and outgoing boy said with a flair at the last word. he had thrown in some jazz hands for some "dramatic effect."

you rolled your eyes at him. "yes kai, some of us don't have significant others to stare at and be inspired from."

"ho ho hoo, if i didn't know any better, you sound a little jealous of me and taehyun, missy!" kai joked. taehyun, his long-time boyfriend, was the top soprano of your school's choir, so it was only natural that kai chose him as a muse.

"think whatever you want, i found someone mesmerizing," you gloated, sticking your tongue out at him.

"and who might that someone be?" he asked while playing along with your tone.

"that someone—"

"l/n?" your class president came towards you, pushing up her glasses further up her nose bridge.

"yes, class pres?"

"someone wants to speak with you. he's at the door, and uhm..." she fidgeted with her skirt a little and began to lower her voice. "do you mind me asking why park jongseong is asking for you?"

"no way," kai exclaimed under his breath with his hands covering his mouth. "don't tell me... your inspiration is the park jay?"

"oh, you two know him?" you stated nonchalantly, turning back to your best friend. "yea, that's him. he's kind of a grouch, so i won't keep him waiting too long."

you closed the clasp of your bag and threw it over your shoulder as you started to head out. that is, before kai decided to grab your wrist to stop you. "what is it, kai?"

deciding to stay out of this and having gotten at least part of her question answered, the class president took her leave from the conversation as kai started to interrogate you. "how did you get him to be your muse?"

"look, kai—"

"hey, you." a deep voice cut your conversation short. the source? none other than the person himself, park jongseong. he was standing in the open door frame with his back pressed against the side and arms crossed over his chest. the bow from the day before was slung over his shoulder, safe in its cover. "hurry up, i don't have all day."

"i'll call you later, okay? say hi to taehyun for me," you told him. he nodded frantically in response as you left him to go meet up with jay.

"oh god, i hope he's not as mean as the rumors say," kai mumbled to himself under his breath. "i pray for you, y/n."

"i have a name, you know. it's l/n y/n, so don't call me 'you,'" you called out, but the moment you were close to the door, jay instantly started to walk, as if he had no intention to be seen with you. you frowned at this and tried to catch up with his long strides. "slow down, not everyone has legs as long as you."

"like i said, we don't have all day. did you forget our conditions?" he responded.

"we're starting that today?" you said as your eyes widened, trying to keep up with him. "we haven't even talked about my conditions yet! don't you wanna know what you're getting into, mr. careful?"

"we need to put you down as manager and clean first, your conditions can come up later. club is almost starting," came his cold reply as he made his way to the faculty room like a man on a mission. sliding the door open, jay left you to close the door and rush after him while he calmly went up to the teacher in charge of clubs and placed what looked like a club application form. "i'm placing l/n y/n as manager for the kyudo club."

the teacher adjusted his glasses to squint down at the paper, looking it over carefully. grumbling to himself, he put the paper back down to switch over to his computer, running your name through the system. "as i thought... miss l/n is already a part of the art club, mr. park. what business does she have for becoming manager of the kyudo club?"

"she was struck by a new sense of passion towards the sport, sensei."

"this isn't some elaborate scheme to enter the competition, is it, mr. park?" this time, it was jay's turn to be held in a stern look. you watched as he swallowed a lump in his throat but kept composure. the teacher lets out a sigh. "i understand your enthusiasm to compete, young man, but forcing someone—"

"i can handle being manager for kyudo club, sensei," you interrupted, taking the two males by surprise. "besides, the art club is focused on the contest right now, and i have already found my muse, so this shouldn't be too much."

the teacher scanned your form over with a narrowed stare before letting it go. he reached over his desk to grab a stamp, pushing it against the paper jay had given him to reveal fresh red ink spelling the word "approval."

"make us proud at competition, jongseong," was the teacher's final phrase as he returned to his work and sorted the paper with the other approved club documents.

"i won't let you down, sir," jay confirmed with a deep bow. his eyes held a hopeful gleam to them, and you thought to yourself that there was more to him than the cold demeanor he had everyone fooled with.

after the two of you left the faculty room, you had practically sprinted down the stairs to the shoe lockers, jay's excitement evident every step of the way. upon opening your respective lockers, both of you took out your outdoor shoes in order to exchange them for your indoor shoes, but the instant jay slipped on his loafers, he was already picking up his bag and leaving you behind.

"h-hey, wait up!" you called after him, shoving your own shoes on, yanking your bag off the ground, and jogging after him.

"slowpoke..." he grumbled to himself. paying no heed to his insult, you walked a few paces behind him since you didn't exactly know the way to the kyudojo, having stumbled upon the area by chance.

apparently, it wasn't too far from the main building, just a little out of the way. you supposed it was for peace and quiet, considering the history and cultural significance of the martial art. at that moment, you made a mental note to learn more about the sport, either from jay or perhaps some supplemental reading. he slid open the door to the dojo, taking off his shoes as you followed suit.

"polish the floor of the shooting hall, i'll be right back to go change," jay ordered and pointed at the cleaning supplies waiting for you before he took his leave towards the men's changing room in the back.

when that door was shut, you sighed and began to carry out the task set out for you. unsurprisingly, polishing the floors was no easy feat, you had only done about a third of the floor before jay came back.

"still not done?" he quipped. taking a quick glance at the captain, you hate to admit it because he was rather mean to you, but it was undeniable that the uniform suited him, maybe even meant for him.

you huffed a strand of hair out of your face and looked up at him. "i'm not an expert at this, but i will be by the end of this contract we have," you challenged.

he stayed silent and began preparing the targets as you continued your own chore, picking up the pace. you were slow but eventually got the job done. flopping over, you crumbled like a sack onto the now-polished floor and let out a sigh of relief. "otsukare..." you whispered exhaustingly to yourself as the archer retrieved his bow and pulled at the bowstring.

"your conditions?" he finally said after a couple minutes of silence, his gaze traveled from his bow to your lazy form.

"ah, right!" you remembered, straightening up. the cleaning had tired you out to the point you almost forgot the reason why you were doing it. "condition one!" you put up your index finger as you shouted this. "you let me attend practice and competitions to watch you shoot and take some pictures for reference."

"that basically goes along with being manager," jay commented with a small nod of his head.

"condition two!" another finger went up. "you teach me the basics of kyudo."

the male tensed up. "i can't agree to that second one."

"why not?!" you exclaimed. "did you not hear what i said yesterday? the theme is through another's eyes, how am i supposed to see what you see, let alone be the manager, if i don't know the first thing about kyudo?"

the club's captain grimaced, his eyes hardening. he appeared almost... sad? "read about it first. when i have determined that you've learned enough, then i'll consider teaching you." he positioned himself at the starting line appropriately. "you can start your first condition... so long as you're not disrupting."

and with that, you were off to work, reaching for your phone and sketchbook immediately in the quietest way possible as jay began to kneel on his heels. his large bow rested against his left hip, and one end was directly placed on the floor in front of him. luckily, your phone was always on silent, so you were able to take his picture swiftly before he made a half-bow and got up to a half-kneel.

every one of jay's movements was so graceful, you eventually decided to record and take pictures at the same time (thank goodness for advanced technology), unable to take your eyes off of the actual scene in front of you. once he got to the starting line, he was finally nocking his arrow onto the bow and getting into the position you first saw him do, his head turned towards the target and dark eyes focused.

pulling the arrow, he pushed the bow a bit forward as he drew back, his gloved fingers trembling slightly. finally, the magical sound of the arrow's release blessed your ears once again, and the air rushed past him, giving his hair a small lift. after holding the release pose for a moment, the kyudo captain put his hands to the side, his tall bow coming to his hip and his head turning towards the opposite wall.

of course, the arrow had reached the white circle in the center of the target. he repeated a set of eight particular motions again with the other arrow that had been in his hand, and that time too was beautiful and accurate. you made sure not to miss a single moment.

while the scenery was breathtaking, you couldn't help but think back to what the teacher said, 'this isn't some elaborate scheme to enter the competition, is it...?' your eyebrows furrowed at the recent flashback as you began to open your mouth.

"why... did you do that?" it's jay who spoke first. from your sitting position, you looked up to see his broad back, head turned towards you.

"what do you mean?" you asked, unsure of what he was referring to.

"earlier in the faculty room, when you said that it's fine for you to be manager," the archer answered. "you didn't have to do that."

"oh, that," you repeated calmly. he watched as you simply shrugged your shoulders. "i mean, it's partly true. you're my muse, i found you, and i have time and reason to be doing this."

"your art piece being your reason?" jay voiced out while he avoided your eyes by playing with the bowstring.

"that, and the fact that you seemed scared for a second back there." his head whipped from his bow to your eyes. you locked eyes with him, his onyx eyes reflecting that gleam from earlier in the faculty room. you weren't sure if you were overstepping your boundaries with him, you did just meet the guy yesterday, but even at that moment, you couldn't deny that something drew the two of you together, made the two of you meet for a reason, so you decided to take that chance. "look, jongseong, i don't know what that sensei was talking about earlier with the competition, but you took a risk for me by agreeing to be my muse. i wanna take a risk for you too. what art is for me, kyudo is for you, and if you need me to be the manager so that you can compete or whatever it is you need to do, i'll do it."

for the first time since you've met him, he seemed vulnerable, chewing on his lip with cinched eyebrows. "the competition..." when he finally started speaking, it was barely above a whisper. "to be able to join the competition, they told me that there has to be at least two members in the club, doesn't matter who. and i..." another pause before he released a breath he was holding. "i'm the only member of the club. everyone either left last year or quit in the beginning."

from the look of his face, you could tell the reason why was not something he wasn't ready to talk about, so you chose not to pry and instead got up from your seat to walk over to him. he was looking down on the floor, fists clenched and dark hair overcast, but when you put a hand on his shoulder, he looked up to meet your eyes. his own searched your face, finding a comforting smile had graced it.

"we're in this together now, jongseong," you told him, trying to put as much comfort in your tone as possible.

"jay." it came out as a whisper, too quiet for you to hear.

"huh?"

"call me jay." that one sentence became the reason behind your bright grin.

"call me y/n, jay." you moved your hand off his shoulder to offer a handshake, and his eyes followed. "partners?"

a tiny but present smile crept its way to his lips, and his hand met yours to tightly grip it. "partners," jay affirmed.

❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀ "WHAT?!" kai shouted from your speakerphone, making you wince and your drawing hand flinched. "you're the manager of the kyudo club now?"

groaning at your mistake and grabbing your eraser, you thanked the being(s) above that you were sketching with a pencil as you erased the incorrect line. "yes kai, it's a part of mine and jay's agreement. what part of that did you not get?"

"maybe the part where you're a member of the art club while in charge of the kyudo club?" he sarcastically retorted.

you let out a chuckle. "i convinced the teacher that with the contest, everyone is focused on their own work and i have my muse, so i have time to be the manager of kyudo club too, which is technically true!"

"and you're doing this for a guy you barely met?" kai asked, genuinely curiously. "not just any guy, might i add. park jay scared off any newcomers from joining kyudo on the first day, and after that, his teammates started quitting."

your pencil lead broke from how harshly you pushed it down at that moment. as you reached for your pencil sharpener, you felt a sharp pang in your heart from kai's news. "y/n? you still there?"

"huh? yeah, sorry, 'm just focused on these sketches." before you laid your sketchbook, several figures were drawn on the pages, all in different kyudo poses, all referenced from jay's practice from the afternoon.

"well, i just asked why you're doing this for him. i mean, isn't he mean to you too?" kai pestered.

you sighed as you lightly sketched the details of a figure drawing a bow and arrow. "he was at first, but kai... i don't think he's as mean as everyone makes him out to be."

the other line became silent, with the only sounds coming from your pencil scratching against the paper. after a few moments of quiet, you found his silence unbecoming. "kai?"

"yeah, i'm still here."

"and? what are you thinking about?"

"just want you to be careful... but i trust your judgment, y/n."

"good, because i'm not wrong about jay."

❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀ the next day came and ended just as fast as the last, except this time, your sketchbook was full of all sorts of kyudo poses and doodles of the like. so when the bell rang signaling the end of class and everyone was already up and packing, you were still lost in your own world, humming to yourself and dragging your pencil to shade the hakama in.

"y/n." you felt the finger on your cheek first before you heard your name being called. tracing the finger to its owner, you were somewhat surprised to see that it's jay—not because of the timing or anything of the sort, but the fact that he chose to poke your cheek out of all the things to do. you blinked while looking up at him. "i've been calling your name for a while now," he explained, taking his finger back and awkwardly coughing into his fist.

"sorry, i was really getting into these sketches. wanna see?"

"you can show me on the way. let's go?" blinking your eyes at him, confusion was printed on your face as jay waited for you. shrugging it off, you packed your drawing utensils, closed your bag, and got up with your sketchbook and bag in hand. once he saw you were ready, he began to walk with you to the shoe lockers. "so what did you want to show me?" he asked.

"oh right! i was sketching some kyudo poses for reference," you explained, putting the open sketchbook in his hands as the two of you walked down the hall. "i don't know if i'm drawing them right or not, but i hope it's in order at least."

"i'll teach you," he replied without taking his eyes off of the sketches. you paused before taking a step down the stairs. sensing your stillness, jay looked back up at you over his shoulder from the landing. "what's wrong?"

"y-you'll teach me? really?" you gaped at him and wondered if you heard that right.

"your drawings already have most of the positions. you have a really good eye," jay complimented as he took another look at your drawings. "if you're willing to learn, then i'll do my best to teach you."

hearing that gave you a burst of energy, causing you to dart down to the bottom of the stairs and turn around to unconsciously give him your brightest smile. "what are we waiting for then?! let's get to the kyudojo!" you shouted between giggles. with that, your excitement carried you to the shoe lockers, jay following behind with his own smile that had made its way onto his lips.

soon enough, the two of you were smiling fools all the way to the dojo. with the same routine as yesterday, you did get better at cleaning, or was it the joy from just a few minutes ago making it feel like less of a chore? whatever the reason, jay was out in his usual hakama and uniform by the time you were halfway done with the floor polishing. wordlessly, he took to preparing the targets as you rushed through your task.

once you finished, jay handed you back your sketchbook, and without fail, your eyes spotted unfamiliar writing underneath each pose. noticing your silence, the captain cleared his throat to gain your attention. you looked up from your sketchbook to see him in the poses from yesterday. "your drawings capture every detail," he stated. "it makes it easier for me to teach you since you already kinda know the poses. i just wrote down the names of each for you. "

nodding quietly, you actually came down to your knees with him, sitting on your heels. his instructions were calm and straightforward as the archer walked you through the various kiza positions until you finally got to the hassetsu, or eight stages of shooting.

"now for shooting, i think it's best we go without the actual yumi for now, but tomorrow, we can try the makiwara," he explained.

"huh? like the one for karate?" you asked, tilting your head a bit.

"common mistake," jay commented as he walked towards the back of the shooting hall. before him is a straw, medium-sized barrel held up by a wooden stand. "while they're the same term, makiwara for kyudo is this," he patted the barrel-like object as he said the last word. "it's a practice target made out of straw."

"ohh, i see," you said while your hands moved like the wind to sketch the straw object onto paper. "so if i'm not using an actual bow today, then what will i be using today?"

"today, you'll be using the rubber bow," he answered, showing off a stick no longer than 10 inches with a stretchy band attached to it. you assumed the band was to mimic the bowstring. putting down your sketchbook, you took the gomuyumi as he handed it to you, holding it with uncertainty.

"you hold it like this," the kyudo captain said softly. gently grabbing your hands, jay used his to guide yours to wrap your dominant hand around the middle of the rubber band and the other around the stick. his warmth faded away as soon as he took his hands back.

"th-thanks," you replied, feeling some heat lingering on your cheeks.

"yea," he whispered before getting his own bow and into position. you could have sworn you saw his cheeks sporting a soft tint of pink, but you shook it off as he instructed you in the way of the bow. "the first stance is ashibumi, for your footing and lower half of your body. stand about an arrow's length apart," he coached, turning back to nod at your stance. "good, next is dozukuri. correct your posture and align your whole body so that your upper body is centered and straight."

you followed along while watching your new instructor closely, focusing on only you, the bow, and jay. "third is yugamae, so ready the bow by catching the string close to the base of the thumb and basically laying the arrow on top of your hand." as he spoke, he played out the motions and let out a little chuckle. "well, you don't have a bow, so just focus on the rubber as the bowstring.

"now comes uchiokoshi, which involves raising both of your hands to the same height... good... you should look at the target now, by the way. finally, for hikiwake, you can draw the string, but keep your eyes on the target," jay continued. for you with no actual target, you pretended you were aiming at the archer a few meters ahead of you. "maintain balance between mind and body, string and bow in kai in this meeting... let all your spirit energy permeate throughout... so that the arrow can release by itself..!" upon the last instruction, his arrow indeed shot across the field to hit the target on the inner ring with a thunk! his bow was slightly vibrating in his hands, but he gripped it tightly. you followed suit, the rubber band flinging across in a straight whipping motion.

"that was hanare, and following it is the last stage of zanshin. maintain your spirit, look at the target, and lower the bow. you can now take your eyes off the target," he finished as you copied every movement. turning back to you, jay gave you the brightest grin you had ever seen, your eyes holding every moment of the smile breaking onto his face. "you did great," the captain complimented for the second time today.

you laughed a bit out loud, bringing your hand up to your mouth. "how do you know? you were in your own zone."

"i know you did better than everyone who came at the beginning, and that's enough for me," he admitted.

"oh..." you hesitated. "jay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"another time then," jay said with a sad smile on his face. it quickly disappeared, and the two of you went back to practicing your respective skills silently. however, it didn't take a kyudo expert to tell you that jay's shots were less accurate after that incident was mentioned.

❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀ "okay, tell me everything about you and park jay," kai insisted upon picking up your phone call.

"well, hello to you too," you playfully scoffed while flipping through the pages of the book jay had given you earlier. based on what you were seeing, it was a basic information guide for the first twenty or so pages, but then it had grids for the rest. the grids with markings in them all had a circle, a dot, and maybe a number, so you assumed it was for target practice.

"y/n bestie, i just wanna know what's up," your best friend said. you could hear his pout through the call. "you're giving me way too much time to spend with taehyun."

a distant "hey!" came through, and you laughed, knowing it was the mentioned boy. "that should give you plenty of time to work on your pieces for the contest then, dummy kai," you teased.

"ugh, whatever, just tell me what happened!" he groaned. and so you did, but not without the boy holding onto your every word and reacting accordingly with no way's and gasps. after you finished your recap of what had happened with jay, he started to hum, a telltale sign of some wild scheme or idea he had.

"oh no, he's scheming," you heard taehyun comment.

"i am not!" the artist boy retorted. "but..."

"you're scheming," you interrupted.

"can i say what i want to say without the two of you interrupting me?"

"no," you and taehyun immediately deadpanned and guffawed upon kai's flabbergasted reaction.

"anyways! i think the two of you are going to fall in love," kai declared. "no! not think, i bet on it!" in sync, he and his boyfriend started singing "bet on it" from high school musical.

"you have no basis for your claim," you chuckled in disbelief.

"alright, y/n, whatever you say! but i'll have you know, i predicted that choi yeonjun and choi soobin would get together!"

❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀ today again, you and jay met up at the end of the day to head to the kyudojo together. it started off the same: him coming to your class to get you, the two of you exchanging shoes, him going to change, and you cleaning the floor. by now, you were a lot better at polishing the floor than the first day, so much so that by the time jay is out of the changing room, you were practically done.

as you began to finish the last of the floor, you expected the captain to just start putting up the targets as usual, but this time, he approached you.

"y/n," he called while walking towards you in his uniform.

"what's up?" you asked, getting up and dusting your knees off.

"you're going to practice with the makiwara today, so go change," jay explained.

"change?"

"yes, into your gym uniform."

"ah... that's all the way in the girls' locker room," you admitted shyly.

the archer pondered for a bit before coming up with something. "you can borrow my gym uniform," he offered. "i always have a spare here."

"h-huh? are you sure?"

"well, i can't have you practicing in your school uniform. just follow me." that was all he said before grabbing your wrist and leading you to the changing room the male always used. sliding the door open, jay walked to a cubby and took out some clothes neatly folded into a tidy pile. he placed them into your hands and assessed your frame. "they'll be a little big on you, but it's better than getting your skirt caught up in the bow."

with that, he made his exit and slid the door closed, leaving you shellshocked and alone in the empty changing room.

"is this really happening?" you mumbled to yourself, staring at his clean gym uniform still resting in your palms. you started to unfold the white shirt and put the pants on the bench beside you. "i guess it is..."

meanwhile, jay waited outside, wondering what was taking you so long. just as his mouth was about to open, you slid open the changing room door and stepped out, clad in an oversized white shirt and navy blue tracksuit pants that draped over your feet, your cheeks tinged red.

his expression was unreadable as he turned his head away. "good, you're ready," the captain finally said, doing that habit of coughing awkwardly into his hand. perhaps it was the trick of the light, but you could've sworn there was some hint of pink on his ears. "come over here."

you wondered how you got yourself into this situation, wearing the gym clothes of a guy you just met three or four days ago, but nevertheless walked towards jay to stand in front of the makiwara.

"hold out your arm for me please," he asked. you complied, and he carefully took his time matching you to an arrow and a bow, allowing you to gaze at his features once more. from his raven black hair to his sharp jawline, you were surprised that you hadn't known about the infamous captain before given how handsome he clearly was.

girls and boys alike most likely flocked to him and tried to talk, but now that you thought about it, his stern gaze and seemingly cold personality had to have left bad impressions on people when he was actually cute, especially like how he was in the moment with a pout decorating his face and his eyes furrowed in concentration. you giggled to yourself as jay quirked an eyebrow at you as he picked out an arrow for you. "what's so funny?"

"ah, nothing, my little secret," you replied coolly, making him roll his eyes with a short hah. passing you the large bamboo yumi, some arrows, and a yugake, you took them gratefully. "am i supposed to do all of the hassetsu you showed me before?"

"hm no, not all of it for practice. at least just get a wide stance and then follow along regularly."

you did as he said, fitting the glove on your hand and placing your feet shoulder-width apart. from memory, you could clearly see jay in your mind's eye. closing your eyes, you recalled his movements and replicated it to the best of your ability, squinting to see the straw barrel just a few feet ahead of you. holding the kai stance, you released the arrow, going into hanare. once you heard a dull thud from the shot, you let down the bow and looked away from the target. zanshin, it was serene, and you were letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

feeling the bow in your hands, you were overwhelmed with a giddy feeling as you turned your head to look at jay staring at you. "i can see why you like this," you told him while high off the adrenaline rush.

"are you sure this is your first time?" he blurted out. "your form was really good."

"huh? yeah, it is," you asked confused while tilting your head. "i mean, i just learned from watching and drawing you."

the captain became silent for a moment, eyeing you up and down and then letting whatever he was thinking stay as a thought in his head. "well, keep practicing like that, and your shooting will get better," he eventually said, starting his own practice and shooting arrow after arrow.

after you finish shooting about fifteen of the arrows jay had given you, you were quick to open up your sketchbook and get to work. this time, you drew what you had seen while you were practicing, which included the makiwara, the bow, and the arrows. you imagined your own form in jay's, making it come to life in your sketches. slowly but surely, you were beginning to understand the cold and stern kyudo captain, you thought to yourself as you gazed at his beautiful shooting form once more.

by the time practice was over, you had worked up a sweat juggling between shooting arrows, keeping track of jay's shots, and of course, your sketches. awkwardly swaying side to side, you waited for the male to come back from changing out of his kyudo dress. the door slid open, revealing a jay in his crisp, white uniform button-up and black slacks, his bag slung over his shoulder,

he looked taken aback to see you. "you're usually on your way home by now, is something the matter?" jay asked. his eyes started to scan you, but the answer was already right in front of him. "oh, you need to change too. go ahead."

you gave him a slight nod and closed the door behind you after you walked in. changing into your uniform quickly, you folded up jay's uniform and placed it in a spare tote bag you kept for situations like this.

sliding the door open, you were surprised to see the archer still there, just as he had been with you. "jay? what are you still doing here?"

"my uniform?" he said with a raised eyebrow.

you shook your head. "no, no, i'll wash it and bring it back to you. consider it thanks for letting me use it today."

"that's alright, i—" one good look at your adorable angry pout got him to stop in his tracks, turning his head away as he rubbed the back of his neck trying to cool it down but to no avail. "sure, just send me a line message when you're done."

he glanced at your face, which now beamed at him as you fished for your phone in your skirt pocket. jogging towards him, the cute and chubby sparrow hanging off your phone swung back and forth while you prompted him to take out his.

you let out a tiny noise of shock upon seeing jay's phone because like yours, it too had a charm on it, something you found surprising since it was from the same gashapon series as your own. his was an eagle, which suited him, you thought to yourself as he scanned your qr code.

the app cued you with a screen saying that park jongseong had added you, and of course, his profile picture was of him with his back facing the camera fully decked out in his kyudo uniform. "and... done!" you confirmed his friend request and immediately sent him a bird sticker.

jay sent an appropriate one back, peering at your face from behind his phone. simply grinning at him, you held up your phone next to his, the two bird charms bonking each other. "i guess we have more in common than we thought, jay!"

"yeah, i guess we do." and for the first time since you've met him, jay had a wide and pure smile on his face, eyes closing into crescent moons as he chuckled without a care of who saw or heard him.

ba bump. ba bump. at the time, you didn't realize it then as you were enamored at the sight before you, but your heart had made the revelation for you first since his arrow had unknowingly shot its way straight to your heart.

that night back in your bedroom as you looked over the sketches for the day, you thought back to your practically matching phone charms and smiled to yourself, picking up your pencil and putting the memory to paper. you giggled at the small drawings of the two chibi-style birds next to each other as you finished coloring them in. "there, all done," you said out loud.

as if on autopilot, your hands had already picked up your phone, fingers quickly tapping to the line messenger app, clicking on jay's contact, and then instead of pressing the text button, you accidentally pressed the video call button. your ears heard it before you saw it: the sounds of a video call ringing.

"oh my gosh!" you started to panic, rushing to smooth out your hair and hold your phone properly like you meant to press video call. within two more rings, he was picking up, black hair sprinkled with dewdrops of water and pressed close to his forehead.

jay started to dry his hair with a towel. "what's up?" he answered. your eyes took a peek at the navy blue yukata he was dressed up in, and you mentally cursed thanked yourself for hitting call right after he took a bath. "y/n?"

"oh! sorry, sorry, i just wanted to know what you thought of these new drawings... and wanted your critique on it?" you quickly tried to cover up your mishap. "but if you're going to sleep, i don't mind asking you tomorrow."

to your surprise, the male agreed right away. "no, i was going to do a bit more studying, so i have some time to spare."

"ah, okay, i'll show you quickly then, so that you can go study and sleep. you need all the strength that you can get with preliminaries coming up soon." you mentally patted yourself on the back for that good coverup. on the other end of the call, you observed the traditional japanese walls and doors, some fusuma, some shoji, as he made his way to his room. "you live in a minka?" you blurted out.

"you haven't heard?" jay retorted calmly, sliding open the door and closing it behind him. he saw you shake your head at him as he sat down and propped his phone up. "my father owns a travel agency, it's been around for generations."

your eyes widened, and you almost forgot to blink. he laughed at your shocked expression. "you really haven't heard anything, huh?"

"i guess i'm so focused on my art i never really paid attention to rumors or anything," you admitted sheepishly.

"that explains a lot, you know," he said, putting his towel around his shoulders and placing a pair of glasses on his face. "nobody has the guts to approach me the way you did when we first met."

"h-hey! what's that supposed to mean?"

"it's a good thing, y/n," jay reassured you. judging from his expression, you could tell he had more to say and let him continue. "after what happened at the start of the school year... when i let my temper go and yelled at everyone for not caring enough about kyudo or not doing it right, nobody has approached me since.

"then you came along and were brave enough to confront me..." he trailed off. "anyway! i'm grateful you're here. without you, i wouldn't even be able to compete, let alone go to preliminaries.

"thank you, y/n. truly, from the bottom of heart."

"jay... you're really blurry, is this connection cutting off?"

"h-huh? y-y/n, are you okay?! why are you crying?" now he was the one panicking. the tears had spilled over without your consent, falling freely onto your lap as your heart felt overwhelmed for the boy who had overcome such loneliness. everyone seemed to have seen him as some cold-hearted dictator king, when in reality, he cared too much about the sport he was so passionate about, not letting anyone step on that ideal.

wiping your tears and sniffling, you assured him that you were okay. "i'm fine, i'm fine! jeez, i didn't know you were such a worrywart, jay," you said, a few chuckles escaping you. "i'm just... glad i found you at the right time."

"yea, me too," he said with another genuine smile that day, smaller than the last, but sure enough to give you butterflies. "oh right, didn't you have some drawings to show me?"

"i'll show you tomorrow," you replied. "it's getting late, you should finish up your studying and go to sleep."

"alright, good night, y/n. sleep well."

"good night, jay." the two of you waved at each other before you hit the end call button. walking to your bed, you flopped onto the comforting blankets and grabbed the nearest plushie you could. "aaARghHHhmMMmh...!" you shouted into the soft object.

like cupid, jay really had shot an arrow at you, and you were making this discovery as your heart kept going into dramatic cardiac arrests.

❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀ though preliminaries were slowly approaching, the distance between you and jay had also begun to close after that night. in fact, while practice remained relatively the same with him shooting and maintaining his accuracy and you fulfilling out managerial duties like recording his shots at the same time practicing and drawing on the side, your daily routine now included a nightly video call, when one of you would talk about anything from schoolwork to dreams and aspirations and the other would listen attentively.

finally, it became the day before preliminaries. instead of wearing down his body, jay had decided to train you instead.

"aren't you going to change, jay?" you asked when he followed you to the storage closet.

the archer shook his head in reply. "today, you're the one who's going to shoot. for real, this time."

"really?" you gasped, and he nodded this time. "wow! okay, let me change into the gym uniform re—"

"you can wear the hakama today too," he interrupted. you just gaped at him, unsure if you heard that right. chuckling, he moved towards you and closed your jaw for you, taking your wrist and pulling you towards the changing room, where a uniform was waiting for you on the bench. the parts were laid out to mimic where each one should go on the body. "here. i ordered it for you."

"jay..." you turned around to face him with your hands clenched in front of your chest. "you didn't have to, really."

"consider it a thank you for all you've done for me," he pushed. leaving quickly, jay slid the door closed once out. "i'm not taking no for an answer!"

"sheesh... stubborn as ever," you whispered to yourself, unable to contain your grin as you held up the kimono. "i should probably change quickly so that i can finally shoot a real arrow."

putting on the kimono was easy considering how many times you've dressed by yourself for festivals and the like. it was a pretty pattern of cherry blossom petals, reminding you of the day you first met, as well as your favorite color, which you weren't sure was a coincidence or not. nevertheless, after you've tied the obi, you moved on to the hakama, which didn't require as much tying for you as a man's would. lastly, you held up the muneate, unsure if you were flexible enough to tie together such thin strings.

sliding the door open, you peeked out to see jay sitting down and scrolling on his phone. "psst...! jay!" you called, getting his attention.

"what's up? you finished?" he asked.

"uhm... could you help me with the muneate? it's the last thing i need."

"sure." he got up after he agreed, as you stepped out of the dressing room and unveiled your look. jay stopped in his tracks while you started to turn around to show your back to him.

"jay? what's wrong?" you said over your shoulder.

staying silent, he gave you a small shake of his head and stepped closer to you until he made it to your back, taking the two pieces of string from you and tying them together as you used one hand to hold the front piece to your chest and the other your hair up. "done," the male said after a few seconds.

you thanked him and spun back around to face him, letting your hair down again before realizing you need to tie it up. as you held the hair tie with your hand, you handled your locks gracefully and tied it off into a simple bun. "how do i look?" you teased, not expecting an answer.

"pretty... the pattern i chose suits you just as i thought..." he muttered as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your hair. the heat on your face that had been slowly building up started to skyrocket at his proximity and compliment, and jay, noticing your shyness, did that habit where he awkwardly coughed into his hand in an attempt to relieve the tension as the archer moved his face away, red tinging the tips of his ears. "anyway, let's have you do all eight stages of hassetsu this time. feel free to skip the kiza for now."

"y-yea, i can do that," you mumbled, trying not to repeat the moment in your head over and over while you got into position and he waited near the starting line to watch. after putting on the yugake once more and grabbing the bow and arrows waiting for you, you slowly met him at the line with your back facing him as deep breaths flowed through your lungs.

'first... ashibumi,' you reminded yourself, focusing on your lower stance. 'then dozukiri...' aligning your upper body, you took a deep breath as you began to feel centered. 'yugamae...' the bowstring felt snug at the base of your thumb as the arrow fit in like a puzzle piece. 'uchiokoshi...' the memory of jay holding the bow at an equal height flashed before your eyes as you copied the motion and faced the target, seemingly far and close at the same time.

footsteps neared you, and you felt a warm body pressed to your back as two arms encircled you and the hands covered yours. "you're doing good, y/n." jay's voice tickled your ears as he fixed some minor details in your pose. "go into hikiwake now."

doing as he instructed, you drew the string and focused on the target ahead of you as the experienced archer steadied your arms. "kai," jay simply said, and that was when you felt all your energy flow through like one continuous unit until it was all concentrated into the arrow. your feelings translated into a gorgeous whum! sound, the very same sound you heard on your first meeting with the person standing with you at that moment, and with the thunk!, you felt something in you blossom at the sight of the arrow on one of the inner rings of the target.

"you've finished hanare, go to zanshin." the bow was lowered, and you turned your head away from the target, glancing down at the warm hands on top of yours then to the boy who had his head rested on your shoulder. "that was beautiful, y/n," jay complimented with a gentle smile. you stayed silent as you became immersed in every feature of his face, taking note of the heart-shaped birthmark on his neck.

"i get it now..." you whispered, unable to take your eyes off of him.

"hm?"

"i saw kyudo through your eyes...!" you quietly reminisced as you placed the bow down gently and turned around to make direct eye contact. letting out a laugh of pure joy, you practically jumped onto him and wrapped your arms around his neck. he staggered a bit but caught you successfully as you were ecstatic in his embrace. "i know what i'm going to do for my art piece now! jay... thank you, thank you!"

the stroke of his hand in your hair comforted you. "that's amazing, i'm so happy for you..." with the way he ended that sentence, you were sure that he meant his words but could tell he was thinking of something else.

looking up at him, you reached up and flicked his forehead, earning you an "ow!" from him. "dummy, i'm not leaving you to work on my piece. i'm staying until the end of finals, you hear me? you can't get rid of me that easily."

"wh-what? how could you tell what i was thinking?" jay asked while rubbing the tingling spot on his face.

"it was written all over your face, and you basically hinted it!"

"i honestly think you know me better than i know me," he grumbled.

"and that's why you can't get rid of me!" you answered with a toothy grin, hands on your hips to assert your dominance.

"wouldn't dream of it."

"good," you said. "now let's go take preliminaries by the storm tomorrow!"

that was what you declared, but the morning of jay's preliminaries came, and you were scrambling out of your bed trying to decide what to wear. nervous didn't even begin to describe what you were feeling as you threw a bunch of clothes onto your bed and groaned at your stupidity.

"what do people even wear to these anyway?!" you cried out.

"y/n, it's just a kyudo match! just wear something casual and hurry up!" you heard kai's voice call out from your phone.

"please just pick for me then, kai!" you begged on your knees.

"oh my gosh, gross, get yourself off the floor, girl!" he said, looking disgusted on your screen. "turn the camera around, i'll pick since you've decided to become a hot mess."

"what would i do without my best friend?" you wiped some fake tears away as you picked up your phone and showed him your clothing.

"i don't know, suffer?" kai joked, humming as he scanned through the articles of clothes before making an aha! noise. "that oversized white shirt with the high-waisted denim skirt! pair it with a simple black belt, and you're good to go!"

"ugh, your mind, kai! if it doesn't work out as an artist, you should do fashion design or styling," you said.

"you know what, you actually said something smart for once," he teased.

"thank you, bestie!" you shouted, hinting for him to hang up.

"yea, yea, bye, bestie!" the noise from your phone indicated that he hung up, and so you got ready for the day, changing and getting your hair and makeup done to your liking.

"done!" you confirmed to yourself, looking in the mirror and twirling around, proud of your look. as you glanced at your phone, you noticed it was almost time for jay to pick you up. "oh shoot, look at the time! i still need to wrap the bento boxes!"

grabbing your tote bag and tucking your phone away, you bolted down the stairs of your home to your kitchen. the boxes were in the fridge since you had made the lunches last night. you took them out and quickly wrapped them in the black plaid fabric before placing it in your tote and rushing to the genkan.

"i'm leaving!" you shouted to your mom upstairs while fitting on your shoes. once you heard her yell "come back safely!" back to you, you opened the door to fresh air and breathed it in, hearing a small honk outside of your front gate.

a sleek black suv was waiting on your normally empty street, and upon closer inspection, you noticed jay waving from the back seat's open window. "y/n!"

you waved back and quickly locked up the house, finally exiting the gate and locking that too. jay had gotten out of the car and was now waiting for you with the door open. "good morning, jay," you greeted as you slid into the back seat. he whispered the sentiment back to you before closing the door and getting into his side. peering to the front, you noticed a woman with short raven hair and narrow onyx eyes staring at you through the rear view mirror. "ah, hello, mrs. park, it's nice to meet you," you said, bowing as far as you could in your seat.

her eyes instantly turned into crescent moons, making her appear more youthful as she turned around to look at you properly. "it's wonderful to finally meet you, y/n. jay has told me so much about you," the older woman said with a teasing tone. jay swiftly turned his head as if there were something interesting outside. "you can call me mom, dear, after all, i expect to see you more often in the future."

"mom, could we please go?" the boy asked, shuffling his feet and avoiding your gaze.

"yes, yes, my impatient son," the mother jokingly replied as she pressed the gas pedal. humming along to the radio, you bounced your head to the music as the buildings of tokyo passed by. it was a comfortable atmosphere, quiet but comfortable. until jay's mom brought up the subject of lunch, that is. "jongseong, did you want me to bring you anything for lunch?"

"oh, that's alright, miss park! i brought us both bento boxes," you perked up. jay finally made a glance towards you and peeked at your tote bag.

"by any chance, is it homemade?" she asked you.

"yes, i made it myself last night," you answered.

the woman hummed her approval and honed her hawklike eyes onto her son. "so jongseong, when are you asking her out?"

"mom!" jay shouted, face now full-blown red, surpassing your pink cheeks.

"it'll happen sooner or later," she said while winking at you from the mirror. "oh look, we're here! have fun, you two!" jay was first on his feet, going to the trunk to grab his items as you got out of your side, tote bag hooked onto your shoulder. "psst… y/n…!"

looking over your shoulder, you noticed jay's mother trying to call you over. she made a come-here motion with her hand. "yes, mrs. park?"

"i trust you to take care of my son, yeah? you already know how he gets sometimes." you nodded at her statement as she smiled at you. "thank you, dear. i really wouldn't mind if you were his girlfriend too, you know," she added with a wink, which somehow made the sun feel hotter on your skin.

"y/n, we need to sign in," jay notified you.

"oh, coming!" you called back to him. turning back to his mom, you gave her a quick and deep bow. "i won't let you down, mrs. park," you said to her before jogging to meet up with jay and bumping his shoulder playfully as the two of you made your way to check-in.

"ah, young love," the woman said while sighing wistfully and driving off.

"what did my mom talk to you about?" the archer asked, looking for his name on the list of participants and signing off.

"oh nothing," you replied with a suspicious tone and also checking your name off. you turned to him with a mischievous as you two walked off to set up a rest zone. "just to look after her darling son."

"that old woman won't ever let me breathe," he fake scoffed yet started setting down the sitting blanket you handed him. you now saw how he was already dressed in his uniform with a team jacket on top in black with your school's name, kyudo club, and his full name written on the back.

before you could sit down and make a comment on it, some mocking voices came your way. "huh, what's this? park jay is back?"

"no way, i thought he scared off his whole team," another scorned. "oops! he did!"

"tch…" jay ticked. his hands clenched into his fists onto his sides, trembling slightly as he burned holes into the ground.

"shut up," you declared, stepping forward in front of jay to confront the two bullies. "speak through your skills, not with your words. though i'm sure your shooting is terrible based on your attitude anyway."

"what's this? you need your little girlfriend to protect you now, park?" one of them sneered and raised a hand to do something horrific before jay caught it.

"not one hand on her, teruma," the male threatened. "now get out of my sight before i report you for misconduct."

"whatever, stop glaring at me," teruma scoffed, yanking his hand out of jay's grip. "it looks like we're in the same group, so i'll just shut you up there." he shoulder-checked him before taking his leave, his friend behind him following him but not until he winked at you.

"name's matsuda kei, cutie. call me if you want someone nicer than this guy." you threw up a little in your mouth at that horrible attempt for a flirt and made a disgusted face at him. out of the corner of your eye, you caught jay clenching his jaw beginning to move forward, but you stopped him.

"jay, it's alright. i'm okay," you reassured him, holding his arm back down before he did something he would regret. "just promise me something, okay?"

"what is it?" jay turned around to face you, searching your form for some sign of hurt.

"make them pay during the competition." your eyes held so much fire, he was almost shocked but chuckled proudly.

"that's a guarantee." with that proclamation, his eyes were determined and soon, the first round of men's singles began. it was what jay had been preparing for his entire last year of high school, and now he finally had a chance to prove himself, to show off what he had trained for, and to make you proud.

"jay!" you shouted to him before he could go off to the tournament grounds. he turned around and stopped in his tracks to wait for you. you grabbed his dominant hand and pressed it to your cheek, turning your face to give a kiss to his palm in the spot an arrow would normally be. "uhm…" your cheeks burned so immensely, you were sure he could feel it. "i won't wish you good luck because you don't need it, but… show everyone who park jongseong really is.

"th-that's all!" you stammered as you let go of his hand and shoved a stunned jay away. "get going! i'll be watching in the stands."

like that, you ran off without a second thought, but you knew he heard your message loud and clear. that was made apparent when he appeared in the dojo, walking in a line and sitting in the chairs situated in front of the judging tables. you sat in anticipation, his jacket placed on top of your legs hiding the shaking as you traced his name printed on the back to calm your nerves.

"rise!" the announcer said. "begin!" the shooters all got up, but all you could see was him standing in the middle. the notebook he had given you a while ago was open to the gridded pages ready to be filled with records of his shots made today. jay stood tall while facing the wall and waiting for his turn, the sight of you with his jacket on your lap making him smile.

finally, it was his turn, you watched as he went into kai and held your breath. when he released the arrow, the image was like watching a painter: his bow was his paintbrush, his arrow his paint, and the target his canvas. the sound of the bowstring made everyone inhale, the world still as all pairs of eyes witnessed the stroke appear on the canvas, a perfect hit.

"yosh!" you said with the crowd, your chest swelling with pride. on the last cycle, everyone was anticipating his last shot, practically on the edge of their seats as jay drew his bowstring and lowered his yumi. at last, the arrow was released, hitting the target right in the center, and everyone erupted into applause for his kaichu. jay looked up at you, giving you a smile before leaving the area, but you stayed rooted to your seat as you set sight on the last shooter, teruma from earlier. the bully gritted his teeth in anger, but when his turn came, he missed and stomped away soon after.

it was obvious who qualified for the second round and who didn't. your phone vibrated in your skirt pocket, breaking you out of your stupor as you opened up the notification to see a line message from jay.

jay 3s ago where are you?

y/n just now omw! (read just now)

tucking your phone back and automatically putting your arms into the sleeves of the jacket, you made your way to the resting area and saw jay resting on the blanket, looking like a lost puppy. when he spotted you, you picked up your pace and sat down with him, his eyes holding a hidden sparkle that made you giggle. "you did really well, jay," you complimented him, the shine in his eyes growing brighter. you took out your bento boxes and gave him his. "eat up, kaichou."

if he picked up on your wordplay, he didn't seem to mind and instead, jay grabbed his lunch gratefully and started unwrapping and opening it enthusiastically. "thanks for the food," he said with a clap of his hands before taking a bite of the onigiri you prepared. his eyes widened the instant the food hits his mouth as you were just getting to your own box. "this is really good."

"really? i'm glad," you replied, watching him take huge bites of the rice ball and taking your own. soon enough, the onigiri was scarfed down, and jay plopped onto his back with a sigh like an old man. you stifled a laugh when you noticed a few grains of rice around his lips, scooching closer to his upper half and wiping the food bits off his face with a spare handkerchief. "i hope you actually chewed your food, silly."

"i feel like i could get another kaichu tomorrow."

"i wouldn't go that far about my onigiri, but sure."

"i'm serious, y/n." jay got up into a sitting position to lock eyes with you. "i'll make it to finals."

"i know." you could tell from the passion burning in his eyes: it had been strong since the time you got to the tournament, maybe even since you've met him. his determination was proven in print once you two saw the results of the first day—he had scored first of all the male singles, so returning home that day was silent, the momentum of the day's victory and resolve fervent and unbroken.

you were in a daze as you sat in the bathtub, the warm waters enveloping you into its embrace. sinking down into only your nose and eyes were left, you stared into the bath waters as if they were a crystal ball. when you found no answers, you tilted your head back with a sigh thinking about one of your art pieces.

the statement piece's image was clear in your mind, a black canvas instead of the traditional white, a stark white figure in kai position, about to shoot the target. you didn't want to do what you were thinking of, but you knew you had no choice, and maybe who knows? the distance could bring you two closer together.

darting your eyes over at the bathroom door, they landed on jay's jacket hung on the laundry hook since you had forgotten to give it back. you thought to yourself, 'man, am i whipped.'

you got out of the bath and dressed into your pajamas once you realized your fingers were starting to prune. while drying your hair in your bedroom, you couldn't help but peek at your phone resting on top of your dresser. with one hand, you unlocked the screen and made your way to the all-too-familiar messaging app, finger hovering over the call button on jay's contact. gravity eventually won, and your skin pressed the screen, the ringtone chiming on speaker.

"hey, what's up?" his rich voice came after a few rings.

"jay, when are your finals?" you suddenly asked him.

"test finals?" his oblivious tone was apparent, making you roll your eyes, glad he wasn't able to see it.

"i know when the test finals are, we're in the same high school. i meant kyudo," you corrected.

"saturday the week after test finals, why?" your heart sank at his answer because your art exhibition for the competition was also scheduled that day.

"that's when my art exhibition is…"

"what time? if it's in the evening, i can make it," he quickly spoke.

"it's from 2 to 5 in the afternoon, including judging. they start announcing the results at 5:30," you replied.

"i'll be there."

you loved how he was so fast to support you, so it broke your heart a little more when you next spoke up. "jay, i want us to do something."

"what is it?"

"i…" you struggled for a moment to find the right words to say, wondering if it was the right time, but you knew there was no backing out of it. "i need to work on my art piece, you need to practice for finals, and we both have test finals soon."

"so…?" came his uncertain voice on the other end.

"i want us to support each other like this through call. until then, let's not see each other until our competition day," you finally said. the silence worried you, leaving you on the edge of your seat and nibbling on your thumbnail nervously. "jay, i—"

"let's do that."

"huh? you're okay with my idea?" you hadn't expected him to agree without a fight considering how stubborn he was.

"if i'm being completely honest, no," he admitted, causing your heart to sink again. "but when i think about it, i know it is what's best for you, for me, and for our futures."

from the bottom of the barrel, your heart took off with wings to fly again at his words. "i-i'll call you everyday! just like this, okay? we could video call too sometimes."

"like this is okay," jay chuckled at your enthusiasm. "studying with your pretty face would be too distracting for me."

"okay, good night," you said, stunned at his boldness.

an incoherent string of words came from his end. "y-y/n! don't hang up!"

"park jongseong, you cannot surprise me like that. how dare you attempt murder on this fine night?" you acted like you were scolding him as he laughed at your joke. "i'll see you tomorrow for the second round," you added after calming down from laughing too much. "good night, jay."

"sweet dreams, y/n."

❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀⁕❀ jay's previous proclamation was able to hold its basis when he ended up as number one again for the second round of men's singles in preliminaries with another kaichu, making him the top choice for finals. you were there to cheer him on once again, but the two of you had a silent agreement to not talk about how it would be your last day for about a month of physical distance and focus. at the end of the second round, before you could get picked up by his mom, you gave the kyudo captain a long, strong hug.

"it won't be long, it'll pass by before we know it," you mumbled against his chest.

he nodded as his fingers ran through your hair. "when both our contests are over, i have something to tell you, so wait for me, okay?" he brought your face up to make sure your eyes were staring into his onyx ones, the ones you grew to trust and love. "okay?" he whispered again.

instead of answering verbally, you simply took his hand on your face and held it there with your smaller hand. the action from the first round of preliminaries was repeated, a simple kiss on the palm of his hand as you nodded.

the touching moment was cut short when a car pulled up in front of you and suddenly beeped twice. "are you dating and you haven't told me?! park jongseong, as your mother—"

jay groaned and facepalmed as the two of you separated. "mom, please!"

you just laughed and pushed him towards the trunk of the black suv. "i'll talk to her, she likes me better anyway."

"not you too, y/n!" he whined as the archer begrudgingly trudged to the back to pack his bow. you made your way to the window where his mom held a small smirk.

"mrs. park," you greeted with a short bow. she stared at you expectantly. "we're not dating." the older woman gave you a frown. "yet," you whispered, and you could tell she was trying hard to hold in a squeal of joy.

"okay sweetie, let me know if you need anything, anything at all, and if he does anything to you, you let me know first, i can talk some sense into his mind," she explained as you gave her a nod before sliding into the back seat with jay. he pointed at his phone subtly to indicate he texted you.

jay 1 min ago what did you tell her? she looks so happy

y/n just now don't worry about it (read just now)

he sent a sticker of a bird sulking to which you replied with a smirking one. the two of you continued like this, laughing silently at each other's texts. his mother gazed at the two of you fondly in the rearview mirror as she drove the two of you to your house to drop you off, not knowing that it would be the last time in a while for you two to be close like this.

the dropoff was bittersweet as you thanked the park mother and son for the ride, waving goodbye at your door and keeping your tears at bay. when nightfall came, you chased after the image in your head. with music playing softly in the background and all your paint supplies out on your desk, you were ready to start painting. once you started, you were in the zone, only stopping for a moment to answer a call from jay.

"what are you up to?" he asked.

"painting," came your simple reply, propping your phone into a good position and turning on the camera.

"oh, look at you, miss artist," jay teased, booting up his own camera to reveal his spectacled face and his papers. he admired the way your nose scrunched up at the small details and your unwavering focus before turning to his math homework. night after night, the two of you worked endlessly on your respective projects, pushing each other to do better in the comfort of the other's presence and silence.

you had finished up your three pieces and had submitted them long ago, passing preliminaries and going to the art exhibition to finally be judged. your feelings for jay never wavered, growing stronger the longer you kept yourself distant from him and the more you kept on painting. the pieces reflected him, in every sense of the name park jongseong. it was quite literally a confession in the form of art.

it was about 5:10 pm when you stepped into the exhibition hall. you walked over to your section and viewed the three pieces, which were arranged in the way you indicated them to do. the key statement piece was at the top in landscape position, the black canvas standing out with the faceless white figure in the traditional kyudo uniform as it stands in kai, all the energy permeating around and into the arrow, the figure is about to shoot to the waiting target. the other two pieces are in standard portrait orientation: one was a beige canvas with all eight poses of hassetsu carefully down as brush strokes as if imitating kanji, and the other looked like a snapshot from someone's memory, depicting the road next to your school's kyudojo where you had first met jay on your bike, only this time, jay's form stood on the road under the cherry blossoms, looking up wistfully as if he was waiting for someone to meet him.

"told you you would fall in love with him," an annoyingly familiar voice spoke into your ear, causing you to jolt away and throw your hands up in a defensive position, upon seeing kai standing there with a stupid smirk on his face, you huffed at him. "what? your submission is obviously a confession to him."

"whatever, where's taehyun? i'm starting to like him better than you," you playfully scoffed as he faked getting offended.

"for your information, taehyun is finishing his choir concert right now. i just saw his solo," kai replied with a lovesick grin.

"show me the video you got of him later," you said.

"wait, what about you? what's going on with you and lover boy?" he insisted as the two of you took a seat in the waiting room.

"jay's waiting for his final results right now, i saw a bit of it before i got here." you took out your phone to open up your line conversation with the aforementioned male. the latest messages detailed how excited you were to finally confess after waiting a long month of arduous work, with the last one from you saying that you would be waiting for him when your results came out.

"i like how you knew who i meant by lover boy," kai snickered, resting his chin on your shoulder to glance at your phone screen. "oh my gosh, you two are whipped for each other."

you rolled your eyes at him. "just show me the video you took of taehyun while we're here waiting for the results, kai."

watching taehyun sing made the last couple minutes of waiting fly by since his voice was captivating you. soon enough, the judges were on the small platform announcing the time to start. you glanced at your phone screen nervously, gripping the hem of your dress and wondering if jay would get here on time. the entrance door would open every now and then, but every time you caught sight of someone that wasn't jay, the more anxious you grew, which wasn't like you.

luckily they were only giving out participation awards at the moment, but they were in the last half of the alphabet. taehyun came during that time and sat down on kai's right.

"hi y/n," he greeted you.

"hey taehyun," you replied with a tight-lipped smile. "good job on your solo, by the way, kai showed me."

"yea, thanks, but is there something wrong?" the singer whispered to both you and kai.

"ah, lover boy hasn't replied for a while, she's worried something happened to him," kai explained to his boyfriend.

"thank you to everyone who participated," one of the judges said. "now it's time to start presenting our top three artists. first up for third…"

the sound started to drown out as someone else was called, and the applause sounded muted. your thoughts raced with all sorts of bad scenarios, things that could've happened to jay or bullies showing up to take him down.

"second place goes to huening kai!" you looked up and mustered your best smile for the boy, which wasn't so hard since you were beyond proud of your best friend. his work of art was displayed on the projector screen behind him, and you could see where taehyun's passion for singing came from, the stage from a singer's perspective displayed so clearly.

"congratulations, kai!" you said to him in a whisper as he thanked you. the boy received a short peck on the cheek from taehyun, and they held hands while waiting for first place to be announced. your heart swelled with jealousy at the affectionate display, mind going back to jay.

"and now for first place…" just then, the door burst open, cutting off the judge and revealing a panting jay. he appeared bashful as he did a short bow in apology and rushed to sit on your left. grabbing your hand and squeezing it, you shared a meaningful look with him, squeezed back, turned back to the stage. "ahem… as i was saying, for first place," the judge continued and opened an envelope to read its contents. "... l/n y/n!"

you could hear the applause loud and clear this time as the clapping rammed against your eardrums. jay got you up out of your seat with a proud smile, kai pushed you towards the stage, and you walked up the platform to accept the certificate and bouquet of flowers. bowing gratefully before going back to your seat, you saw jay's eyes staring at your projected artwork, almost in disbelief.

"hi," you said with a teasing smile as you sat back down.

"hi, miss first place," he whispered back, giving you a short and sweet kiss to your temple.

"can you two get a room?" kai asked humorously. "at least wait until the end of the ceremony, gosh. couples these days," he added, pointing a thumb and shaking his head with taehyun stifling his laughter behind him. you slapped his shoulder playfully, and he responded by feinting a fall into taehyun's arms.

rolling your eyes, you returned your attention to the stage as the announcer began to thank all the artists and audience and close up. jay's hand slipped into yours, his thumb tracing small circles into the back of it. as soon as the commemoration ended, you pulled jay up out of his seat and dragged him to your section, all the while forgetting your award and bouquet as you waved goodbye to taehyun and kai.

spinning around and laughing like two fools, you brought him to a stop in front of your pieces. he admired your artwork, and you admired him, dressed up in a grey button-up that was tucked into black slacks and accentuated by both a navy tie and black blazer. "is this why you came late?" you wondered, twiddling with the tie and coming closer to him with one hand on his shoulder.

his arms found themselves around your waist, treasuring the way your navy blue dress matched his tie and looked on your figure. "actually, i got caught up in my own ceremony, first place and all," he explained with a chuckle. "i also met up with a lot of old teammates. it turns out they've been watching my rounds, and we apologized to each other for what happened at the beginning of the school year, so the future of the kyudo club is secured. but then, traffic got in my way, and time was not on my side, so i took off and ran."

"you ran here?!" you gaped at him. closing your mouth as he had always done, jay said nothing more and leaned down to press his forehead against yours.

"i told you i would be here."

"you also said you had something to tell me after our contests," you said, voice barely above a whisper. in your own bubble, no one else was there but you and jay.

"i did, but i think you already know what i'm about to say, don't you?"

"doesn't mean i don't want to hear you say it."

"and if i want to show you?"

"i'd let you," you consented, closing your eyes in anticipation. one of jay's hands held your face tenderly and finally closed the gap between your lips and his, pressing together just as gently. it was everything you expected it to be: warm, soft, and comforting because that was everything he was.

it left you breathless. your eyes fluttered open as his lips left yours. "i'm in love with you," he said, staring into your eyes that always reflected himself, clearly and honestly.

"i love you," you said back with the warmest smile gracing your features before standing up on your tiptoes to kiss him once more. just as an arrow always found its target, your hearts found each other, the sound of a bowstring, your version of bells or a red string.

a/n: 끝! thank you for reading this special one-shot, i poured 120% of my feelings into this and if you couldn't tell totally self-indulgent LOL hopefully the end wasn't too rushed and you could feel the relationship between jay & y/n <3 thank you once more for joining me on this journey and celebrating my 20th bday with me!

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