#to have my boys listen to your muses gush about s/o's

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just a small fyi but always know that i am more than happy to have threads where my muses listen to my mutuals' talk about their significant others. <3

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Them with a Shy S/o [Persona 5]

anon: Hello! Congratulations on your Followers! I wanted to ask if you can write the "Them with a shy s/o" for the Persona 5 cast as well? Thanks!!

Characters Included: Akira Kurusu, Ryuji Sakamoto, Ann Takamaki, Yusuke Kitagawa, Makoto Niijima, Haru Okumura, Futaba Sakura & Goro Akechi

Note: A lot of you guys like Persona 5 huh? Oh well, I can see why :) Hope ya’ll enjoy this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: none

Akira Kurusu

This guy? He'll find it cute— no, scratch that. ADORABLE that his s/o's shy. He'll be all over them when he laid eyes on them, they better be prepared >:)

We all know this guy's a tease, right? And you are NO exception to this. Actually, you had it worse.

Because you are shy, he'll find every reaction of yours cute and always seem to tease you about it, until you were pretty much the twin of an apple -_-

But he knows his limit, of course. If he sees that it's either making you uncomfortable or hurt by what he's doing, he'll stop.

When you two first meet, it's you avoiding him and him pouting as you ran away. Pretty much a cat-and-rat chase, which the Phantom Thieves find funny, watching their leader chasing his s/o.

The reason why you're running? You heard the rumors and thought it was true. Not wanting to be his next victim, you ran whenever he's near you.

He only managed to talk to you (without you running away) when Ann drag you over to Akira, the group have had enough of this shenanigans.

You two hang-out in either LeBlanc or outside, but mostly in LeBlanc though. You two just chilling while drinking coffee (or tea, or whatever beverages you prefer) and just talk.

He'll find it hilarious if he finds out you're talkative, he might tease you about it but other than that, made no comment about it. He loves your voice so it's a bonus for him :D

How he ask you out? He asks you in a straightforward manner while you were drinking, which made you successfully chock. You two panic for a bit before you answered him yes, with a bit of embarrassment ofc.

Ryuji Sakamoto

He might not at all notice you, srry. Unless you're either friends with his friends (or his friends pointing at you) or you're a victim of Kamoshida. Yeah. That's the only way for him to only notice you.

He might not really care about you much but when he notices you everywhere he goes, he suddenly cared about you.

Like Akira, he finds your shy trait cute and find it hilarious when he finds out you're talkative. But he also LOVES hearing your voice so its a plus for him.

I don’t see Ryuji as a tease though, he might be as shy as you are! Which frustrates the group when Ryuji is being his Tsundere self. Like you would go up to him and he will either freeze or go away from you, that is, IF he realizes his feelings for you.

But he finds every reaction of yours cute but he wouldn’t admit it.

How you two meet? The first bulletin pls. If you’re friends with one of his friends, namely Ann, she would basically drag you over to meet him and the rest. If you’re a victim, chances are you appeared as a Shadow in Kamoshida’s Palace. 

He would find your shy self indifferent really, he already has seen that reaction of yours everywhere he goes (his delinquent self and all). But he might get to know you if you two were (force) to be together or left alone, he finds silence uncomfortable afterall.

You two will be often seen hanging out during and after school, probably in front of a store or the arcade. Akira (with Morgana) and Ann will also join in but not all the time, so its basically you and Ryuji.

How he ask you out? Very hesitant, shy and in-denial. It might take some time, and his friends pushing, for him to ask you out. But when he does confess, you could hardly understand what he was trying to tell you. Him stuttering while blushing while still acting cool, yeah, you were hella confuse.

But when you DO understand, you’ll blush and nod, too shy to say anything (much to Ryuji’s relief and dismay).

Ann Takamaki

This girl’s basically gushes about how adorable you were and spoils you rotten, much to your embarrassment. You two definitely met by her approaching you and just start talking.

If she sees you were uncomfortable with her, she would keep her distance. Other than that, she’ll be stuck with you. Good luck with that.

She’s so energetic that she would drag you to places where you’ve never been before. 

She’ll be the one who orders for the both of you if you are uncomfortable doing so, she really doesn’t mind.

She might tease you a bit, just to get a reaction out of you. But if she sees you were getting hurt or uncomfortable by her teasing, she’ll stop. This woman respects your privacy to a whole new level -_-

Like I said, Ann drags you places to places. You two are hardly ever seen in one place really, except for school, LeBlanc and that store that sells sweets. 

She doesn’t really mind your shy self really, but when she finds out you’re chatty, you two will be talking non-stop. Your topics will keep bouncing from one to another, till there is nothing left to say (which would probably never happen since you two always seem to find something to talk about).

How does she confess her undying love to you? She does it in a cliche way, this girl lives for cliches :) She does it by giving you 3 red roses, which means “I love you”. Whether you know or not about flower language, she wouldn’t tell you at once. She’ll wait until you figure it out. 

If you don’t know, either search in Google or ask someone (Siri?). You should probably go to Haru or Makoto for this.

If you already knew or just figured it out, you would immediately go to Ann and say your answer to her. Pls say yes ;-;

Yusuke Kitagawa

This boi doesn’t really care about your shy personality, no, he finds it endearing. You somehow managed to caught his artistic eyes. Don’t get me started with this poor boi. He doesn’t know how to approach you! So he did it the only way he knows how, following you around.

Ofc, this has an opposite effect than what Yusuke wanted. This made him creepy and stalker for you, so you keep running away while him chasing you. You even thought he was a kidnapper or a thief (not literally tho COUGH COUGH).

The group finds it amusing (Mommy Makoto sighing in the background) as they watch the scene unfold. But as the days go by, they were kinda worried and concerned about the two of you. So they decided to take matters in their own hands.

They managed to get you and Yusuke in the same room together. They even instructed Yusuke to not be weird. Yusuke, being confused, decided to follow their orders. 

The two of you managed to have a civil conversation about sunsets of all things. Ofc, you were still wary around him but you soon found yourself being comfortable around him. 

Yusuke isn’t a tease at all, actually, he’s more oblivious than you even! Yusuke doesn’t really understand the concept about love but is willing to learn about it.

(PS: Pls also feed this bby boi ;-; he needs it DESPERATELY)

You and Yusuke can be found either in a art gallery or his house. It’s also either watching him paint, listening to him rant or being his muse. It might be boring to others but you always found yourself enjoying his peculiar self.

He doesn’t mind if you’re talkative really. He likes to listen to you whenever you talk about something, he also finds this trait of yours endearing.

How he ask you out? Pls don’t ask ;-;. This boi doesn’t even know his feelings towards you, which was VERY obvious to everyone, heck, even you! You, being your shy self, is very hesitant to confess to him. WHAT IF HE DOESN’T LIKE ME? -_- <-- my reaction

It take everyone to explain to him his feelings. You might need to wait a bit long for him to finally realize his feelings. But when he does, he’ll immediately confess to you. This boi doesn’t know how to be embarrassed unfortunately ;-;

Makoto Niijima

This girl would notice you if you were in the Student Council or classmates with her or a victim of someone’s Palace. Other than that, you’re pretty much a background character for her. 

You always thought she was intimidating so you avoid her as much as you could. When Makoto notices you avoiding her, she would be hurt ofc. Did she do something to you that she doesn’t know of? You can be sure that Makoto would rack her mind for DAYS, trying to recall what made you avoid her so much.

If she couldn’t find out about it, be sure that she’ll approach you the following day. Managing to corner you, which is unintentional for her part. She would ask you the question and when you answered honestly (you can’t lie to her), she would be confuse. 

But ever since then, she would make an effort in becoming friends with you. She’s not bothered by your shy self, she finds it cute though :)

If she finds out you’re talkative, she’ll be surprised about it but it was warmly welcomed, especially during her time in being President. During her signing papers, you would talk to her about your day and some unrelated topics. She doesn’t mind at all, she finds your voice soothing.

Pls give this girl a rest ;-; she works wayyyy too hard. 

You two can be found hanging out in LeBlanc or either houses. You two can be drinking coffee (or whatever beverages you prefer) and just chat with one another.

How does she confess? It might also take some time since she wants to make sure that what she’s feeling is true. Bc I can see her as the person who likes someone, it’s already that person that they want to marry and spend their whole life together. 

But when she is sure about it, she would take it slow and confess to you. She’s patient so she watches as you fumble your words up. She’ll be overjoyed that you accept her feelings though. 

Yay! Happy mommy Makoto :D

Haru Okumura

She already notices you wayyy before you notice her. She notices your shy self and talkative self, she finds it adorable though. I’m gonna bet that she will be the one who approaches you first and strike a conversation with you.

You couldn’t afford to run away from her, she’s too precious! TwT So you decided to converse with her also and find yourself enjoying her presence much. 

Her aura around her gives out a soothing one, it easily attracts someone to her. It could be a weapon or defense, not sure. But one thing is for sure, you’re hook at once.

She might tease you here and there, but she’s rather passive. She enjoys cuddling and holding hands with you, even before you two started to date. She’s touch-starved ;-;

She is the kind of person who listens to other people talking. She wouldn’t dare to interrupt you while you are talking about something you are passionate about.

You two are never in the same place, like Ann. You two can be found everywhere, since I like to think that Haru likes to explore new areas. But she’s not gonna drag you around if you don’t like it. She would DEFINTELY stay with you at home, cuddling with you in the couch.

Haru might seem shy at first, but don’t be fooled! When she finds out she has feelings for you, she would straight-in confess her feelings to you. It might involve a bouquet or two :)

Pls say yes ;-; this bby deserve da world :)

Futaba Sakura

She doesn’t know you at all, unless you are either a part of the Phantom Thieves or a friend of her friends. Though she wouldn’t meet you either in that, so you best believe that you are a member of this outcast group or else you wouldn’t meet this hacker girl.

She can relate to you so much, although hers is much more of anxiety than shyness. She can still relate to you. You two might not talk at all, unless someone forces them to talk each other (i.e: mommy Makoto or daddy Akira :3 I don’t ship them tho).

You two instantly click though, much to everyone’s relief and dismay. You can bet that Futaba would drag you in her shenanigans, better be prepared :)

SHE LOVES THAT YOU TWO CAN TALK ENDLESSLY :D

Where you two can be seen? In her room. She never leaves her room unless necessary. So you two hang-out there, hope you don’t mind. You two play video games together or her teaching you how to hack.

She isn’t much into touchy-feely things but she would welcome a hug or cuddles. She’s more touch-starved than Haru unfortunately ;-;

How she asks you out? Simple. She doesn’t. And the worst thing, you don’t either. So you two can be friends for so long until either one of you confess.

So you better toughen up if you want her to be your girlfriend >:) This girl would surely say yes if you (stutter your) confess(ion). 

Goro Akechi

This boi is almost like Akira in so many ways, except for the fact that he handle his situation in a much different way. This two bois can be best bros if they want to -_-

Anyway, back to hc.

You two would meet during his school days or outside. He recognizes you as the shy girl in his class. He might scare you away though, since you can’t handle his fangirls or his charming looks, much to his confusion.

He tries talking to you but you always manage to find a loop-hole, much to his dismay. He managed to talk to you when you two were (coincidentally) riding the train.

That’s the start of the bittersweet friendship you two have.

Much like Akira, he WILL tease you to get reaction from you, he finds this adorable. He would leave teasing kisses around your faces and leave a lingering kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more. He’s such a tease -3-

But he’ll stop if he sees you embarrassed or hurt, he’ll kiss your entire face in apology. At the end, you are as red as a Cherry.

You two can be seen either in either your home or in LeBlanc or anywhere private, since he has a fanbase. He would rather for the two of you to be at home or at LeBlanc since it really provides privacy. 

His work schedule is all over the place, so be sure to always be prepared whenever Akechi wants to hang-out with you.

It’s also a plus if you can cook pancakes for him :) You get his approval

How he asks you out? In the most basic way, asking you if you are available tomorrow to eat dinner or watch movie. SAY YES PLS :)

(He’s internally panicking ofc)

BTW, be sure to be prepared when he breaks up with you at the end. You know what I mean :) 

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BTS Reaction: a TXT member has a crush on BTS member’s secret girlfriend

REQUEST:  Reaction idea: bts’s reaction to finding out one of the txt boys has a crush on their s/o (the rest of bts knows they’re dating but not txt)

I don’t know TXT as well as I know BTS so please cut me some slack when it comes to portrayal of the members!

Sorry that this one is gender-specific. I realized after I wrote it.

The reactions imply that you are older than the TXT member. That’s just how I wanted to write it.

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Namjoon:  The boys had all gone out, so you were hanging out by yourself in the dorm, watching Netflix. All of a sudden you heard loud knocking on the door. You looked out the peephole. It was…. Taehyun? You were surprised, opening the door to greet him. Taehyun looked distressed.“Hey… are any of the hyungs here? I really really need their help.” He asked nervously, and you shook your head. “They went out, but what’s wrong? Can I help?” You inquired, concerned. He sighed.“My cat, Hobak, is really sick and I need to take him to the vet. I can’t drive and hold him at the same time and you can’t really take a cat in an uber…” He explained, distressed. “I’ll take you,” You volunteered, leaving with him to get the cat. After the trip to the vet Hobak was fine, thankfully, though they said that he wouldn’t have been okay if they hadn’t gotten him there in time. Days later Namjoon overheard Taehyun talking about it.“She’s literally an angel, she totally didn’t have to help at all but she did and it saved Hobak’s life! She’s unbelievable. I really like her. I think I’m a little in love.” Taehyun gushed. Namjoon left the room, sighing and rolling his eyes. He was sympathetic, of course. You were amazing, he was perfectly aware of that. But he found Taehyun’s crush on you more annoying than anything, even if he understood it.

Jin:  Jin had a few guys, including Yeonjun, over to the BTS dorms to play MarioKart. You were there as well, as you often were, since you were friends with all of BTS. Yeonjun was the only person present that didn’t know that you and Jin were together. You spent the whole evening gaming, with you surprising everyone and completely kicking their butts at MarioKart. The BTS boys knew of your insane MarioKart skills already but Yeonjun was shocked and amazed at how you left everyone in the dust. At one point you got up and left to go to the bathroom. Yeonjun had a big smile on his face. He looked at Jungkook, saying “She’s so cool! And she’s really cute. Do you think she’d date a younger guy?”. Jungkook just blinked at him before shrugging and saying “Yeah she is cool. I’m not sure she would go for someone younger though. Just a hunch.” He said, discreetly looking at Jin with a little smirk. Yeonjun sighed and shrugged. Jin found the whole thing to be funny, whispering to you to tell you when you returned to the living room. “It’s no surprise. What would you expect? You’re worldwide handsome’s girlfriend, of course you’re amazing, and everyone can see it.” He said so only you could hear. You grinned at him, saying nothing more to avoid creating suspicion about the two of you.

Yoongi:  Even though your relationship was a secret, Yoongi wasn’t one to get jealous. He didn’t care that much, confident that other men weren’t a threat. It was a good thing, too, particularly when one day Beomgyu asked Yoongi to give his opinion on a song he was writing. Beomgyu showed Yoongi what he had so far. Yoongi was actually pretty impressed at the song’s progress up to that point, making some specific suggestions for improvements. He looked carefully at the lyrics, then smirked at Beomgyu. “Somebody’s got a crush,” he said, causing Beomgyu to get all embarrassed and shy. “That’s what the song is for… I wanted to write it for her.” He admitted, not meeting Yoongi’s eyes and blushing profusely.“She must be pretty amazing to warrant a song,” Yoongi mused, and Beomgyu smiled, nodding. “She is. I’ve never met anyone like her. Y/N noona is the coolest girl -“ He cut himself off, a look of horror appearing on his face as he realized what he’d said. Yoongi was careful not to let his facial expression show any reaction, though it was hard. He felt bad for the younger boy. He was certainly not expecting the song to be for HIS girlfriend (despite your relationship being a secret outside of BTS). “Well, good work so far. Don’t quit songwriting, you’re doing well.” He said supportively, patting Beomgyu on the shoulder before the younger boy thanked him and left. Once alone, Yoongi sighed heavily and shook his head. “Poor kid…” He muttered to himself before returning to his work.

Hoseok:  You were very smart and a bit of a nerd, so you helped the TXT boys with their homework in their spare time, having no problem whatsoever with the high school level work. You enjoyed helping them. They were all very sweet and took the work seriously, which is more than you could say about people you’d tutored in the past. Beomgyu in particular was very invested in the schoolwork. You had fun having academic discussions with him. He was kind of a kindred spirit in that sense, interested enough to even have a favorite mathematician. One day Hobi came to pick you up, which wasn’t suspicious because everyone thought the two of you were just best friends. As Beomgyu left, a piece of paper fell out of his bag. You didn’t notice it, so while you packed up your books, Hobi saw the paper and picked it up, reading it. It was a confession letter….. from Beomgyu, to you. He smiled. “You need to see this. It’s the cutest thing.” He said, handing you the paper. You read it, blushing at how complimentary the letter was. “This is so sweet! I hope he’s not too upset when I turn him down. He’s a great kid.” You mused, and Hobi put an arm around his shoulder. “Knowing you, you’ll reject him in the kindest way possible. He’ll be fine.” The two of you left and went home.

Jimin:  One day, while walking down the hallway in the BigHit building, Jimin overheard a conversation. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when he heard your name mentioned, he couldn’t help but listen. “Well, remember when I was super nervous right before we performed at the MMAs? I was pretty much having a panic attack, I couldn’t breathe. I don’t even really know why, I just felt like I was under huge pressure all of a sudden. It was very unlike me. But Y/N noona noticed me freaking out backstage and she sat with me and calmed me down. She’s seriously so nice and so caring, she talked to me and helped me get it together enough to perform. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her ever since. She’s really special.” Kai said, and that was enough for Jimin to walk away purposefully, going to find you. He stormed into the sitting area where you were scrolling through social media on your phone. Thankfully the two of you were alone. “Do you like Kai?” Jimin asked abruptly, the jealous demon inside him rearing its ugly head. You looked at him, blinking in total confusion. “Like, Kai from EXO? Jongin? I mean he kind of looks like you in a way so he’s cute I guess, but—“ Jimin cut you off. “No! Hueningkai.” He said impatiently, clearly getting very worked up. You laughed slightly, smiling. “I mean sure I like him, he’s like a cute baby, but not in the way you’re implying, like, at all,” you said, confused by Jimin’s sudden outburst. You saw your boyfriend visibly relax. You sighed, getting up and walking over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders. “You know, you don’t need to get so upset like this. I love you and I don’t have eyes for anyone else.” You said, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he gave you a soft smile. “It’s dumb, I know. I’m sorry. I just love you too much to lose you.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your forehead, satisfied at least for now that you weren’t going anywhere.

Taehyung:  You were at a BigHit party with the boys one night. It was a low-key get-together, so you were enjoying catching up with everyone. While you were mid-conversation with someone across the room, Taehyung was walking back from the bathroom when he overheard a few of the TXT boys talking to each other. “Y/N noona is sooo hot, I really want to ask her out. Do you think she’d say yes?” He heard Taehyun say to Beomgyu and Yeonjun. Taehyung smirked to himself, walking back to where you were. He discreetly pulled you into a hallway away from the main room so you could be alone. He wrapped his arms around you in a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head. “So apparently you’re a tae magnet.” He said, and you raised your eyebrows in both amusement and confusion. “I should hope so, we’ve been together long enough.” You laughed quietly in reply. “No, I mean not just me. Taehyun has a huge crush on you. I just overheard him talking about you.” Taehyung explained, clearly finding the situation quite funny. You pulled away from the hug just enough to look at his face. You shook your head slightly, laughing at his comment now that you understood what he meant. “I only care about attracting one Tae.” You said before giving him a peck on the lips. “I do feel bad about Taehyun though. I’d hate to hurt his feelings.” You sighed a little. Taehyung shrugged. “He’ll be fine.” He replied, pulling you back for one last hug before you had to discreetly return to the party apart from each other.

Jungkook:  Jungkook loved that when he was with TXT, he was a hyung for once. He got quite attached to the younger boys and was super supportive of them. He often gave them advice and was generally really caring. One day he went to visit TXT, as he sometimes did, just to hang out. They were chatting and catching up, having a good time and eating some snacks. Nothing was out of the ordinary, they were just having fun talking. That is, until Soobin pulled Jungkook aside. He needed advice. “I really like this girl... We’re kind of friends, but I don’t know how to go about confessing to her. What do I do?” Soobin asked earnestly. Jungkook smiled, finding this situation adorable. “I don’t know, it depends on the girl. Can you tell me who it is? Do I know her?” He asked. Soobin was blushing. “Um… I think she’s one of your friends, actually. You know Y/N noona, right?” He asked apprehensively. Jungkook was, frankly, Jungshook. You were his girlfriend, but the other BTS members were the only people who knew about it. It was a secret at the moment, so he was unsure how to let Soobin down easy without exposing your relationship. “Yeah, we’re friends. I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m pretty sure she’s seeing someone. It might be better not to confess to her.” Jungkook informed him gently, feeling sympathetic. Soobin’s face fell. “Oh… well, I’m glad I asked. Thank you for helping, hyung."

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Star-Crossed

— pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

 — genre: Fantasy, romance

 —Synopsis: Romeo and Juliet but make it Stray Kids

— words: 3.7k

— rating: NSFW (practice safe sex)

— warnings:  SMUT BUT LIKE WHOLESOME SMUT BUT SMUT NONETHELESS

 MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH YIKES GUN VIOLENCE ANGST 

— notes: I love a tragic tale. Any feedback is welcome! Im so happy to finally be done with finals so I present to you, PART THREE OF STAR-CROSSED and only one more chapter left, I hope you guys are enjoying so far! 

 Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four 

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Despite your lack of sleep, you had never felt more refreshed. Descending down the stairs of your home, you made your way into the parlor for breakfast. Your parents sat at either ends of the table, eating quietly, while your cousin, Jisung, and his friends were there as well. 

“Good morning fair cousin.” He smiled, taking a sip of his drink. You gave a polite smile, sitting beside him. You grabbed for a pastry as you all engaged in small conversation before the doors to the parlor were thrown open in an aggressive manner. Chan stormed in, an enraged look on his face. Chan had been friends with your cousins for some time, that you knew, but you never had met him until the previous night. You hadn't even known that same son of the Governor was the rowdy Chan you had heard stories of. 

“They really are disgusting. I can’t wait until tonight.” He huffed, taking a seat across from you. You eyed Chan carefully raising a brow. Changbin cackled from beside you, “Can’t believe the Governor's son is participating in his first brawl tonight.” 

You glanced between the boys before your father spoke up, “Now boys don’t let him get too banged up okay? We need him looking nice for the wedding photos.” 

Your heart plummeted. 

“W-wedding photos?” You whispered, your eyes flitting from Chan's serious gaze to your father's unbothered one. 

“Yes Y/n wedding photos. Didn't your mother tell you?”

“I tried my dear, but I couldn’t find her during the party again.” Your mother responded, taking a sip of her coffee. 

You stood up, pushing your chair back with a loud screech. “Tell. Me. What?” You hissed through clenched teeth, your gaze permanently locked onto Chans unwavering gaze.

“We're getting married Y/n. It was decided last night. Your parents accepted my proposal.” Chan stated before turning his attention to his breakfast. 

“And you didn't think to let me know, Chan?” Your voice was laced with venom despite it’s polite tone. Chan shrugged, “You seemed pretty shook up after your encounter with that Montague scum, so I didn’t want to bother you. I thought it’d be a nice surprise.” His gaze challenged yours, “Are you not happy, Y/n?”

Ice shot through your veins. He knew. He had to know about you and Hyunjin. 

“I am happy. Just surprised. I did not expect to be engaged this morning.” 

Your mother gleefully clapped as she looked at you both, “Ah young love! Chan is even fighting tonight for your honor Y/n, why, after he told us a Montague had the gall to impose himself on you, Chan took it upon himself to challenge those ruffians. How romantic.” She mused. 

Your breathing grew shallow, he was going to fight the Montagues? That means, he would be fighting Hyunjin. To the death if need be.

Jisung nodded alongside you, “Don’t worry cousin, we have never lost a fight. We promise your lover won’t get too scratched up before your big day.” Their laughs grew into ringing in your ears as you stared down at your half eaten breakfast. 

Did Hyunjin know?

How could I tell him?

“Excuse me…” You mumbled, leaving the parlor. You could hear your mother conversing with Chan and the others and it took everything in your power not to vomit on the floor. Tonight he will fight Hyunjin. Chan may die. Hyunjin may die.

And there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

 Hyunjin nodded as he listened to Seungmin discuss the plan for tonight. As it turned out, Felix had a run-in with Jisung, Changbin, Lee Know, and Chan when he left the Capulet property. 

“They hassled me. But it was obvious I wasn’t the one they wanted.” Felix’s eyes flicked up to Hyunjins. The guilt started to gnaw at Hyunjin. His friends were in danger, because he was being foolish. “Chan wants you dead, Hyunjin. He wants you dead so Y/n can be his.” The guilt was slowly being consumed by raw anger. Chan knew Y/n would never love him as long as he was still around. 

“I want you guys to be smart. I want you to be safe. This fight is about Chan and I.” Hyunjin stated seriously. Of course, fights like this weren’t uncommon, him and his boys had participated in many. But this time, it was different. Hyunjin glanced between his friends. Felix had always been by his side, his best friend. Seungmin was a gentle person, dragged into this life due to his family, and I.N...I.N was so young it pained Hyunjin to think about what could happen. 

“I would never dream of fighting alongside another. You guys are my family.” Hyunjin added. 

“We leave at dusk.”

 Night arrived quickly, and in a vacant lot in an abandoned part of Verona, two rivals met apprehensively. The Capulets arrived on site first, their cars growling in the night air and the headbeams providing artificial light. Chan glanced around nervously, the gun on his hip seemed to weigh him down more than the earth itself. His ears perked at the sound of engines roaring closer to the lost and his pulse spiked as the motorcycles of Montague approached. They were evenly matched. The nervousness Chan felt washed away as he spotted him. Hyunjin stepped off his bike, a cocky smile on his face, and Chan remembered why they were here in the first place. 

“Montague.” Chan spat, taking a pace towards the center of the lot. Hyunjin smiled and ran a hand through his hair, “Was all this really necessary? Why, you're not even a Capulet Christopher, why are you here daddy’s boy?” Chan’s anger flared at the comments. 

“I am here to tell you I am marrying Y/n.”

Hyunjins grin dropped. His eyes narrowed in a fierce stare. “Your what?”

Chan felt a hint of joy as he added, “Once you are out of the picture, I will marry Y/n Capulet. She will take my last name and be mine.” He paused, “All mine.”

Hyunjin growled at the comments, his hand itching to reach for the gun on his hip. He knew it was a set up, Chan wanted him to react out of anger. Hyunjin was smarter than this. 

“She will never love you. Whether I am here or not.”

Chan’s eye twitched at the comments and Hyunjin grinned knowing he hit a nerve.

“Y/n loves me. Man, if only you had been quicker, I’m pretty sure her first kiss was in that elevator with me.” Hyunjin mused, enjoying the visible frustration on Chan’s face. “The way she looked as I kissed her neck, as she begged me for more. Does it make you angry, Channie, that she will never do that for you?” Chan’s nostrils flared, “Shut up Montague!” He spat but Hyunjins grin grew wider. “It makes you mad knowing I was there with her, that she only wants me. Because let’s be honest Chan, your nothing without your father-” Chan finally reached his breaking point. He reached for the gun on his hip clumsily as he aimed it towards Hyunjin and shot.

Hyunjin grinned. His aim was off. The bullet whizzed by Hyunjin, and he shook his head. 

“Now now Chan, you couldn’t have expected to actually hit me-”

“FELIX!”

Hyunjins blood turned cold. That was I.N’s voice. Slowly, Hyunjin turned around. Indeed the bullet missed Hyunjin by a long shot. But somehow, by a horrifying stroke of luck, the bullet found its way through the stomach of Hyunjins best friend who stood only a few feet behind him.

“‘LIX!” Hyunjin cried out as Felix crumpled to the floor. I.N quickly tried to support his head but Hyunjin pushed him away, cradling Felix in his arms. Felix’s eyes blinked rapidly as he struggled to form words, Hyunjin shushing him. 

“Felix shut up, save your energy, you're going to be okay!” Hyunjin sobbed, his hands applying harsh pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. Hyunjins fat tears fell onto Felix’s face as he watched his best friend slip through his fingers. 

“Hyun..jin..” Felix croaked out, wincing as more blood gushed from his wound.

“Felix please stop-Seungmin! We need an ambulance!” Hyunjin cried out but no one moved. Everyone knew, even Hyunjin, there was no help for them now. Felix raised a shaky hand to Hyunjin’s cheek, his palm cold with sweat. 

“I’m s-sorry…’Jin” Felix sobbed, “I-I’m scared..” Hyunjin’s sobbed as he shook his head, holding Felix closer, “You did e-everything just right, don’t be scared ‘Lix...you're my best friend.” Felix gave a small smile at this, his eyes starting to focus past Hyunjin. Felix grew quiet, and soon his eyes no longer moved. His chest stopped breathing, and under the starless sky, Hyunjins best friend lay lifeless in his arms.

Hyunjins eyes were tinged with red, his voice raw from the cry’s he let out. Chan stood there shakily, his gun still aimed at the group. He looked nervously back at Jisung who stared with wide eyes at the scene. 

“Jisung what-what do I do? I killed him Jisung!” Chan cried nervously, dropping the gun to the ground. 

Hyunjin swung his head towards Chan, the anger in his eyes blazing. 

“You…” He snarled, grabbing his gun and stalking towards Chan. Chan quickly tried to move away but Hyunjin caught a fistfull of his shirt and in a fluid motion, Hyunjin swung the gun against his face. There was a sickening thud as Chan fell to the ground, blood pouring from his face. Jisung reacted quickly as well, racing to confront Hyunjin when he was intercepted by I.N who swung rapidly, his eyes cloudy with tears. Changbin and Minho were met by Seungmin who shot rapidly. The chaos had begun.

Hyunjin swung his fists harshly into Chan, he wanted him to suffer. He wanted him to feel his pain. 

“You killed him!” he spat, Chan so weak he couldn't even fight back. 

Dirt was swept up in the scuffle and Hyunjins ears recognized the distinct sound of cop cars. 

“They’re coming!” He roared, leaving a ragged Chan on the ground, giving him one last swift kick to the stomach. Hyunjin leaned in close to Chan, “I am not going to kill you. I want you to live with this guilt forever. You killed someone. Y/n will never want you now.” And with that, Hyunjin whistled for I.N and Seungmin to return to their bikes quickly. They all looked worse for wear. Starting up their bikes, they had no choice but to leave the scene behind, including Felix. It made Hyunjins heart break but there was no way Chan would admit to murder and they had no way of transporting him back. This was the life of rival houses. They all knew what life they would lead. With a prayer to whoever heard him, Hyunjin said his final farewell to his best friend, and disappeared into the night.

 You were too nervous to sleep. You paced your room back and forth with Irene watching you helplessly. 

“They will be fine Y/n…” Irene said in her soothing voice, but you shook your head, continually looking out past your balcony.

“Something bad is going to happen, I know it Irene.”

Granted, you did not want to marry Chan, but you did not want him murdered either. As for Hyunjin...you shook your head. You couldn't even fathom if anything would’ve happened to Hyunjin. The moon was high in the sky and it was well into the early hours of midnight yet still you waited. For anything. When the anxiety grew too great, you were startled by a loud groan from your balcony. You and Irene both rushed over, your eyes widening as a figure climbed up and over the balcony rail. The figure collapsed to the ground and took deep ragged breaths as you fell to your knees scooping the beaten Hyunjin into your arms. You couldn’t help the tears that poured out of your eyes. 

“H-hyunjin!” You cried, your hands roaming over his face and body checking for wounds. He was covered in blood, enough so even your hand was stained. His eyes were shut as he seemed to be breathing a little more stable, and soon his eyes opened enough so he could see your concerned face over his. 

“Y/n…” He whispered, his trembling hand reaching up to your face. He couldn't help the tears that poured from his eyes, both from sadness and relief. Your tears fell onto his own face as you held his hand against your cheek.

“He killed him Y/n...Chan killed Felix.”

Your breathing stopped as you registered his words. You couldn't believe it. 

“I’m so sorry Hyunjin.” You said softly, cradling his head gently to your chest. You felt his tears fall onto your skin as he began to cry, his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. Irene still stood in the doorway, watching carefully. 

“Irene please help me move him to my bed.” You asked, helping Hyunjin stand to his feet. Irene moved beside Hyunjin as well, holding him up as you two slowly made your way to your large bed. Hyunjin clumsily sat on the bed as you instructed him to lie down.

“I’ll get your bed dirty..” He mumbled but you shook your head.

“Hyunjin I really don’t give a shit, lie down.” 

He did as he was told, relishing in the soft surface below him.

Irene brought you a medical kit as you began to examine his body but Hyunjin shook his head.

“S’not my blood…” He whispered as you nodded. You sat beside him in silence for a while, allowing him to get even a little bit of rest. Irene quietly left the room, keeping watch for anyone who may enter your room. 

You stroked Hyunjins hair gently as you hummed little songs in the air. Eventually his eyes fluttered open and rested on you beside him, a smile gracing his face.

“This is what it would be like if we were married.” He mused, causing a blush to spread across your face. 

“If we were married I wouldn't allow you to get hurt like this anymore.” You said sternly, weaseling your way into his arms. Hyunjin grinned looking up at you, “Anything for you my love.”  

You propped yourself up above him, gazing down at his face. He had a small cut on his cheek and lip, and his hair was tousled into a massive birds nest, but he had never looked so handsome. You couldn't help yourself as you leaned down gently, placing your lips against his lightly, to not hurt his cuts. Hyunjin sighed into the kiss, his hand cupping your cheeks and holding you close. You pulled away from him, need, igniting his gaze as he watched you. You sat back on the bed as he propped himself up on his forearms. You shyly reached for the hem of your sleeping dress before pulling it up and over your head, sitting before Hyunjin in your white undergarments. Hyunjins eyes widened as he scrambled to grab your hands.

“Y/n you don’t need to do this if you don’t want to!” He said breathlessly, his thumb stroking your hands. You shook your head, your hair cascading down your shoulders. 

“I want to be with you, Hyunjin. Like this. Tonight.” you admitted breathlessly. Your gaze traveled up his shirt to his face and met his eyes. 

“I love you.” 

You watched his eyes widened and gloss over, a smile breaking his serious face. He leaned into you gently, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. His hand shakily met your bare waist as you shivered at his cold touch.

“Sorry…” he mumbled against your lips and you smiled. His other hand held your face as he travelled down to your neck, leaving hot kisses along your collarbone. You moaned out breathlessly as he sucked harshly against your skin, nipping at the blossoming bruises. His tongue soothed the pain away with gentle licks. 

“Hyunjin..” you whispered needily as he chuckled against your skin.

“I want to make this as perfect as it can be.” He admitted softly, pulling back to gaze at you. 

Mustering up your courage, you pushed him back onto the pillows, swinging your leg over his hips. You suppressed a moan at the friction against him but you pushed the thought away. 

“I want to show you how much I love you.” You smiled softly, watching his eyes widen at your words. 

Leaning down, you began to leave soft kisses along his jaw, your hands perched on his chest. He tilted his head to give you more access as he closed his eyes in content. Your kisses traveled down to his chest and the exposed skin there. With shaky fingers, you began to unbutton his shirt, but grew frustrated as you grew more nervous. Hyunjin let out a small laugh as his hands grabbed yours. 

“Let me help.” he whispered, his hands controlling your own as he began to unbutton his shirt. Shrugging off the fabric, he tossed it across the room and laid back down, smirking as your eyes traveled down his body. 

“You’re…” you muttered breathlessly.

“Handsome? Sexy? Charmingly devilish?-”

“Beautiful.”

Hyunjin shut his lips tightly, turning his head to hide the blush dusting his cheeks. 

“You're so beautiful Hyunjin.” You cooed, your fingers tracing gently down his chest. You leaned down, your lips travelling down his body. His breathing grew heavier and heavier as you made your way closer to his hips. Your hand quickly undid his button as you tugged, signaling for him to raise his hips. He obliged quickly, allowing you to tug off his pants and leave him in his tented boxers. 

The pit in your stomach grew larger with want as you looked at him, utterly lost in his lust for you. Knowing that this man who lay beneath you, wanted you like this, well, it did a number on your confidence. With a smirk you crawled back up his chest, allowing yourself some slight friction against him ,causing him to groan. His hand held your hips tightly as he held you against him, causing you to gasp as he jerked up against you. 

“Y/n…” he moaned breathlessly, his eyes watching yours. The contact was intense, and embarrassing to be honest. You quickly tried to turn your head away, but his hand directed your chin back to his face.

“This is what you do to me, Y/n. This is how you make me feel.” He muttered huskily. His hand gripped your ass tightly as he ground you harder against him, causing you to cry out. His hand left your face and skillfully traveled to you back, unlatching your bra. The sensation caused you to quickly try and cover yourself, but his hand grasped yours softly.

“Princess…” he said softly.

You glanced away, before allowing yourself to shrug the material off, your bare chest exposed to the cold air pouring in from your balcony. Hyunjin gave you a smile as his hand traveled to your chest, rubbing you softly.

“So beautiful…” He mused with a grin. You laughed a bit, biting your lip. Gently, Hyunjin sat up, wrapping you in his arms and holding you close. The heat between you two warmed you up quickly as he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours. 

“If you don’t want this you should tell me now...I don’t think I can control myself much longer.” He whispered as you nodded, looking up through your lashes. 

“I want you.” 

Quickly, he flipped you both over, his leg in between yours as his hands held you down. You gasped as his leg nudged you to open wider, and he took the opportunity to kiss you more passionately. Your body arched into his, craving his touches as you two tumbled between the sheets. He quickly grabbed your thin bed sheet and brought it over you both, laughing like a young boy. Seeing him so happy, made your heart ache and caused your eyes to well up. Hyunjin leaned down, kissing away your tears.

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered, the sheet trapping all the noise with you two. You sniffled and smiled, “I love you too.”

He was gentle, patient when you winced as he entered you. He placed loving kisses on your face to distract you, whispering words of endearment. Soon you gave him a nod to let him know you were okay. You didn’t want to think about if Hyunjin had done this before, because all that mattered, was that he would be your last first time. You moaned alongside him as his thrusts sped up, the sensation of euphoria creeping up on you.

He panted your name. Over and over again like a prayer. You called his name too, his forehead resting against yours. It was almost all too much, his thrusts became more sporadic as you reached your high as well, causing you to become breathless. Hyunjin groaned as he reached his as well, falling onto your chest breathlessly.

You smiled, your hands rubbing his back as he watched you. 

“How are you my soul?” He whispered.

“Perfectly happy.” You admitted truthfully, earning a laugh from him. He leaned up to kiss you once more, settling beside you to wrap his arms around you. You buried your head in his chest, relishing in his presence. You knew, this happiness would not last, but you took every second the rest of the night to simply be in the presence of Hyunjin. Soon you both fell asleep soundly, wrapped in one another's embrace.

Only the moon knew of your secret as it descended from the night sky, basking in the few kisses it receives from its own lover, as the sun returns to it’s place in the sky, bringing about another day of tragic reality. 

[dangan-meme-palace]

Yandere DRV3 Girls

I shoulda posted this like a month ago I’m so sorry

Boys can be found right here

(Trigger warnings for the following: Kidnapping, Stalking, Non-con elements/mentions, Non-con drug use, Implied Torture, Physical/Emotional Abuse, Manipulation, Gas Lighting, and Implied Murder)

Kirumi Tojo

I love her don't make me do this

Fell for you when you made an effort to lighten her load 

Definitely one of the more controlling yanderes

You thought you'd have someone you could order around? Foolish.

She wants what's best for you and so she just kinda takes care of everything for you

Which sounds great!

Until you realise she thinks she knows you better than you do

Which isn’t even wrong because she has stalked you intensely

Stalking aside she's gonna try and make your life better whether you like or not

This includes forcing you to eat healthier, exercise, etc. etc. 

Probably uses the Mom Voice™

She won't take no for an answer

Tsumugi Shirogane

Oh boy. Look away children.

Okay so there's 2 ways she’ll become obsessed with you 

1: You are really optimistic and hopeful

2: You are emotionally susceptible to abuse

Yeah this is gonna get really fucked up really quick

Sorry Tsumugi fans

If Option #1 is true for you get ready to be kidnapped

She's Despair so she's obviously gonna wanna kill your hope with no remorse

Just saying, killing your hope might include making you put on humiliating cosplays and posting pictures online of you in them

She also might use those pictures as blackmail

Depends on her mood tbh

If Option #2 sounds more like you then prepare for the stereotypical controlling yandere

She'll slowly get more and more controlling with you until you start to think there's no way out

Which is true

There is no way out

She won't let you leave

But… do you really want to leave her? 

She's all you have now.

She keeps you as a pet :’)

Tenko Chabashira

Fell for you when you showed fierce enthusiasm for something you love

She finds it cute as hell and she can't help but fall for you

She's more of an obsessive than an aggressive yandere surprisingly 

How could she hurt her one true love?!?!?

Gushes about you to all her friends

Takes pictures of you doing cute things like sleeping, showering, and eating

IT'S NOT CREEPY IT'S CUTE!!!!

Will defend your honor without any hesitation 

If anyone even makes it seem like they don't want you around or don't appreciate you enough she is going off

She'll talk about every little thing that you do in a reverent tone of voice

It's like she worships you or something

Halfway through her 50th “I love them how dare you!” speech you notice something

She's talking about stuff you've never done around her, stuff you do alone

How would she know about any of that??

If you leave it alone you'll be fine but if you don't….

She won't hurt you but you're definitely not going outside anytime soon :)

Which is fine by her!

More time to spend with you! As an added bonus you're living with her now!

However, all good things must come to an end

A certain detective was determined to solve your case

And his leads all pointed to her

*thinking emoji*

She knew he was onto her

So she just… solved the problem

Permanently.

Rip Shuichi

Himiko Yumeno

She's like 8 you lolicons

Would totally lure you in with her magical loli powers

A well placed “Nyehhhh I can't reach this, can you grab it for me?” and a tired yawn here and there

Yeah, she's got manipulation down to a science

Anything to spend time with you

But it's not enough

She can't get enough of you

She wants more 

So whenever you leave her she'll follow you in secret

She hates that you have to leave in the first place

So, she uh,

Casts a spell on your lunch

Translation: she crushed up some sleeping pills and mixed the powder into your food

Luckily, she didn't give you too much

Unluckily, you're living with her now

And you're not leaving

It's all thanks to ~Maaaaaaggggiiiicc~

Angie Yonaga

“Oh my god, it's god?!?”

Nah, but she thinks Atua sent you to her as a gift

She saw you and it was like the stars fell from the heavens and became you

At least in her eyes

Immediately tries to get to know you and talk to you

She also makes a wax statue of you to put in her room

Might make a body pillow of you ngl 

Talks as if you're already together

It honestly surprises everyone when you say you're not

She's super confused

How could you not be hers?? Atua sent you to her?? You're hers??

Decides that you just don't know that you were sent to her

Silly s/o~

Definitely a kidnapper

She'll frequently ask you questions and if you answer wrong she disciplines (read: tortures) you

Conditions you to love her

God dammit Angie why must you be so fucked up

Kaede Akamatsu

Don't make me do this to her please..

Sigh

She most likely fell for you when she realized how passionate you were

Especially if it's anything to do with music

Partial to singing but it doesn't really matter as long as you put your feelings into it

She falls ass over elbows for you when she accidentally heard you practicing

She's so shy around you it's kind of painful to watch

She's normally so confident but as soon as you're around she's quiet and flustered

The thing is she doesn't really mind that feeling

In fact she wants to feel it more

So she starts hanging around you more and more and spending all of her free time with you and just staying close to you in general 

Absolutely idolizes you

Thinks everything you do is cute and adorable and oh god she loves you so much

She starts getting nasty with everyone else though; she kinda acts like her pregame self

Why would she want to spend time with them when she could spend time with someone as amazing as you??

Everything seems more irritating and boring without you around

She comes to a sudden realization one night when she was thinking about her feelings

She wants a songbird

You can't let birds out of their cages or they'll fly away from you forever

She won't lose you.

She can't.

So she steals you away in the middle of the night

She treats you like a princess as soon as you wake up

Might ask you to sing for her from time to time but won't push you

She understands that you're going to have to adjust to being her songbird

That's fine!

Or so she thought

But she's just so sick of seeing you inch away from her in fear

She's Kaedone with your shit

How dare you be so ungrateful!!

She gives you everything and you still treat her like a criminal!!

There's nothing wrong with wanting to keep you!!

Demands affection from you

Not afraid to punish you

She hates it though

She just wants you to love her so why do you keep making her hurt you?!

She doesn't want to!! She promises!!

So please!! Just love her already!!

She hates how you fake your smiles

She hates how you flinch before you wrap your arms around her

She hates that you don't love her

But she hates the thought of you leaving so much more

So every day

She keeps trying to get you to love her

And every day 

You don't

:’)

Maki Harukawa

She might be a little too good at this yandere thing….

So, she's The Ultimate Assassin, meaning she kills people all stealthy-like

So I'd say she's pretty good at stalking her prey

Not to say that you're her prey but… that's exactly what I'm saying

You can't go anywhere without feeling eyes on you

She's way too nervous to talk to you

So she tries to make up for it with kind gestures 

Like stabbing people who walk too slow in the halls

They're all scum anyways

No one could ever be as kind and caring as you

So who cares if they die

They're nothing compared to you

<3

Have you seen her in-game?? literally she's borderline yandere already

She’s super suspicious of you leaving her though

She knows that her job isn’t the most well-liked career and is terrified that you’ll find out and never want to go near her

And that just isn’t allowed

So she keeps it a secret for as long as she can

Until you eventually find out where exactly all of your friends have gone

If you’re okay with it (read: too terrified to move) you’ll most likely live through that encounter

If not… well...

She always thought you were cuter than any doll anyways <3

She even picks out a cute outfit for your corpse :’D

Miu Iruma

I live for this bitch

She's another yandere too shy to talk to you

She tries! She really does! Its It's just you make her so nervous

Y’all know how she gives Shuichi food with her hair in it? Imagine that x100

A good yandere to compare her to is actually Anna from Shimoneta

Just watch this tbh

https://youtu.be/nM6fcg6VunM

She, like Anna, has made food with little bits of her in it

Gross.

Just buy some damn chocolates you absolute madwoman

She also tries to impress you with things she invents

You’re her latest muse so it’s only fair that you get to try out her inventions firsthand

If you don’t want them she is crushed

She tries so hard, the poor thing

I imagine that if she went off the deep end it would go one of two ways

She either A: Becomes obsessed with trying to impress you. Losing sleep just so she could try and make the best possible present. This leads to her stalking you on and offline because she needs to find out your likes and dislikes. It’s normal to try and find out what someone would like as a present right? So it’s no big deal. She would also bug your house and clothes just to listen to you.

Or B: Straight up kidnaps you and locks you in her lab. Now you have no choice but to try out her inventions. Don’t worry though! She only picks out the best ones for you! She eventually is able to trick herself into thinking that you enjoy all of this and were just playing really hard to get. It’s like she can’t even hear you anymore...

[mind-reader1]

Family Vacation (ES/TRR Crossover)

This is for @meeraaverywalker‘s November prompt challenge day 9: Fears and Fluffy Friday # 24 Let’s Take a Vacation for @endlessly-searching-for-you

Warnings: Jake has one not so nice nickname for Neville

Word count: 2481

Note: This is a sequel of sorts to November challenge day 5: Double Trouble. Wow! I didn’t expect the first to be so well received and loved, thanks everyone! 💜 Stay tuned for the next installment of this crossover Boys Day Out 😏 S/O to @roonarific and @brightpinkpeppercorn for helping me with all the nicknames!

(Imagine this with a corgi and it’s perfect 😂😂😂)

It had been a few months since Jake and Taylor had last seen his cousin and wife, after the first debacle meeting they had, Tay wasn’t sure it was a good idea for them to visit Cordonia, but Drake and Emma insisted, mostly Emma but Drake didn’t seem to hate the idea as much as their first kind of reunion.

 “Are you sure we wouldn’t be imposing? We don’t really dress up all that often, I feel like we might be out of place at court.” 

“Absolutely! If you don’t have a dress to wear, I’m sure I have one you can borrow, besides Jake will only really need one suit. We only dress up for balls and such. The only ball I think we’ll be attending is one we’re hosting in your honor!” Emma gushed over the phone to Taylor, they had kept in touch talking almost every day, Taylor finally had a girlfriend who wasn’t from La Huerta, it helped her feel normal, especially since Emma didn’t press about her past.

 “I’m so excited! I’m sure Jake will be too, he actually spoke highly of Drake in his drunken state, and after, he still seemed to have some kind of respect for him. He’s never been to Europe, neither have I. Let’s take a vacation to Cordonia!” she called back into the house.

“Are you serious?”

 “Yes!”

“I’d love to, Princess!”  Drake groaned as Emma hung up the phone, he could tolerate Jake for a short amount of time, but now they’d be staying with them for an entire week and Drake would have to host a ball for them, he was going to need lots of whiskey. 

“I don’t see why I couldn’t fly us there,” Jake grumbled as they boarded a flight at LAX to Cordonia. Taylor rolled her eyes, Jake hated flying commercial, mostly because it meant he wasn’t going to get laid in the cockpit, it was one of his kinks Taylor had discovered the first time they flew alone somewhere.

 “Because Jake, it’s a long flight and Delilah wouldn’t make it that far, besides, this way we can relax and try to get ahead of the jetlag.” They settled into their seats and Taylor took a sleeping pill, resting her head against Jake’s shoulder as the plane took off. Once the flight attendant had finished her safety spiel, he whispered conspiratorially to Tay. 

“Why don’t we start this vacation off right, join the commercial mile-high club in the bathroom.” When he didn’t get an answer, he gently shifted Tay’s head off his shoulder and saw she was already fast asleep. So much for an interesting flight, he thought to himself. The flight wasn’t too long, but it felt like days to Jake since he had nothing to do but stare out the window while Taylor slept. He was excited to see his cousin again, see what royal life was like, and he thought it was pretty cool that he got to attend a ball in his honor, Mike didn’t believe him when Jake first told him. He didn’t think Jake would be excited, a ball didn’t seem like it was really his thing. It wasn’t, but Taylor was excited, and he wanted her to feel like a real princess at least once in her life and this was the perfect way to do it. 

She had brought her handfasting dress to wear to the ball, it was Jake’s absolute favorite on her. She had also worn the beautiful gown to their wedding in the states, it was mostly to make his family happy and make it officially recognized since they had gotten married on La Huerta. When they arrived at the airport, Tay was still kind of groggy, but her eyes lit up when she saw a man with a sign saying ‘McKenzie.’ Drake and Emma had sent a car for them that took them to the grand estate of Valtoria. Jake and Taylor gazed up at the magnificent building, it looked like a palace! Emma rushed out to greet them, Drake shuffling behind her as staff unloaded their bags for them, taking everything to their room. 

“I’m so glad you guys made it okay! Did you have a nice flight?” Emma hugged them both. 

“Yes! I slept most of the way, I don’t know about Jake. I can’t believe we’re here!” “We’re so happy to have you.” Drake smiled politely, hugging Taylor before shaking Jake’s hand. 

“Prince Charming, nice place you got here.” 

“Thanks. Listen, please be on your best behavior at court. Don’t need you messing things up for my wife and me here.” Jake held his hands up. 

“We’re on your turf now and I’m on vacation. I promise to be on my best behavior, I can’t promise there won’t be a little trouble though.” Jake grinned, and Drake immediately regret the decision to let Emma invite them. 

“Well, if you guys aren’t too tired, I was thinking we could do a kind of practice run before the ball tomorrow night. Take you out to an American bar, introduce you to some of our friends.”

“You had me at bar.” Jake grinned.

 “I think that sounds great! Jake needs time to get all his shenanigans out anyways.” As Tay got ready, Jake noticed she seemed to get fidgety, constantly bugging him about what to wear.

“Do you think this looks okay?” He walked over and kissed her forehead, gently rubbing his hands up and down her arms. 

“What’s wrong, Princess?” She signed and flopped down onto the luxurious canopy bed. “I’m nervous Jake! What if they don’t like me? This isn’t like La Huerta, I don’t have the powers of Vaanu influencing everyone to like me.” Jake pulled her into his arms and swayed back and forth, running a hand down her hair. 

“Princess, we’re not on the island anymore, haven’t been for a long time and they all still love you. Everyone who meets you loves you, Vaanu has nothing to do with it. Let’s go have fun tonight.” She took a deep breath and nodded her head, finally settling on some pants with a nice blouse. They rode to the bar together in a limo, Emma and Drake giving them a quick breakdown of their friends before introducing them. 

They arrived, and all their friends were already there, walking in Taylor noticed Jake smirking at the decor, it reminded him of the cowboy bar at the Celestial, where he and Taylor had officially started dating after hooking up on the bar. “Over here!” Emma dragged them over to a large group of people standing around smiling and laughing.

“Everyone this is my cousin Jake and his wife Taylor. Jake, Taylor, this is everyone.” Jake looked them all up and down, his eyes landing on Liam first. 

“You must be Simba.” Taylor rolled her eyes at Jake before smiling politely at the king. 

“So nice to meet you, King Liam.” Jake settled on the red-head next to him, she scared him a little bit if he was being honest. 

“Ice Queen.” Jake mused, Olivia, lifting her pants leg just slightly to reveal a sharp dagger strapped to her ankle. 

“I have ten more on me.” Jake gulped and instinctively stepped in front of Taylor.

“Queen Olivia.” Emma nodded, smiling nervously, Drake chuckling at his cousin's reaction.

Hana stepped up, going straight for the hug. “I’m-”

“Lady Learns-a-lot I’m guessing.” 

“Hana, right?” she nodded and smiled, everyone still really confused by Jake’s antics, Drake had forgotten to warn them. Maxwell, Kiara, and Penelope were the last ones left.

“Bonjour!” 

“Frenchie.” 

“Thank you, Kiara.”

“That means you must be Fifi.” Jake looked at Penelope.

“No, actually my name is-”

“Penelope, yeah my husband was just teasing.” Taylor offered her a warm smile. 

“You can call me Agent Breakdance!” Maxwell was practically bouncing up and down with excitement, he loved nicknames and he would finally get to use his!

“Alrighty, Agent Breakdance it is.”

“It’s so nice to meet you all!” The group took instantly to Jake and Taylor, excitedly asking him questions, all of them curious how he comes up with nicknames so quickly and why he called Taylor, Princess. Maxwell and Jake, instantly bonding in a way Drake had never seen, not even Maxwell and Emma had bonded that fast. 

Drake watched from the bar, a pang of sadness hitting him. No one even seemed to notice he was gone, all of them enamored with his cousin. 

“Why are you hanging out at the bar all by yourself? Shouldn’t you be challenging Jake to a ride on the mechanical bull or something?” Emma teased, Drake cracked a weak smile. 

“Hehe, yeah I guess I should.” So, he did, hoping that Jake would fall on his drunk ass and make a fool of himself, of course, that was asking for too much and Jake excelled, jumping off the bull with a cocky smile before helping his wife on. She on the other hand wasn’t so lucky, she went flying off, Jake somehow catching her and keeping his balance, people complained about Drake and Emma being sickenly cute, they took it to a whole new level. 

“Thanks, Top Gun.” she giggled in his arms. 

“Couldn’t let my favorite princess hurt herself before our vacation’s even really started.” The next day when they were getting ready for the ball, Jake helped Taylor into her dress, he kissed down her neck, wanting to take it off, but she squirmed out of his grip. 

“Later Jake. We can’t be late to a ball that’s being held in our honor!” Jake sighed but she wasn’t wrong. 

“Fine Princess, but I’m holding you to that later.” He put on the three-piece suit that he knew she loved and they walked out into the hall, hand in hand. They could hear the crowds voices before they could see them, echoing off the large ballroom walls. Taylor stopped in her tracks, yanking Jake’s hand back. He turned to check on her and saw her eyes wide with fear. 

“Talk to me, Princess.”

“There’s so many people Jake. We’re going to be the center of attention. They’re going to want to know about us. I’m an alien and you were considered a felon at one point. That’s not exactly casual conversation. They’re going to think we’re American trash, they won’t like us. Why did we agree to this?” Her mind was spiraling with fears, some of them had even crossed Jake’s mind at some point. He grabbed her shoulders, forcing her gaze on him. 

“Then to hell with them all, Princess.  We know who matters, but honestly Princess I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about. There isn’t a person I know out there who knows you and doesn’t love you.”

“Thank you, Jake.” She stood on her tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. 

“The guests of honor, Mister, and Mrs. McKenzie!” All eyes turned to the top of the stairs as they began their descent, whispers about the beautiful woman in the stunning one of a kind dress rippled through the ballroom.

“Finally! I was just about to ask you where they were!” Their friends eagerly waited for Jake and Taylor to make their way over, fawning over her dress, a few new faces in the crowd. Jake recognized Savannah instantly, she looked like Drake. 

“Jake, Taylor, I have more people for you to meet!” Maxwell dragged Bertrand, Savannah, and Bartie over.

“You must be Short Stuff, which makes you Squidward and you Cinderella.” He looked at the small little family and his other cousin smiling. Bertrand huffed at the ridiculous nickname, Savannah giggled. 

“Bertrand, Bartie, and Savannah. It’s so nice to meet you all!” Taylor hugged Savannah and Bartie looked up at Jake before clinging to his legs, Jake chuckled playfully trying to shake him off. 

“Reminds me of Taari.” Jake smiled at Taylor, a twinkle in his eye. 

“Is that your son?” Savannah asked. Taylor’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh no. No kids yet, though after tonight Jake might be begging me to start trying.” Jake didn’t seem to hear as he was too distracted by entertaining Bartie. 

“So, this is the commoner's cousin.” A tall woman with ivory skin and short blonde hair sauntered up with a short olive-skinned man, both of them sneering at Taylor and Jake. Drake and Emma rushed over, ready to defend them from Neville and Madeline, but Jake was way ahead of them.

“You must be Count Dickula and the Wicked Witch I was warned about.” Everyone around them almost spit out their drinks, chuckling at Jake’s nasty nicknames. Madeleine and Neville looked horrified, they were stunned into silence. 

“Why don’t you beat it before I get some garlic and water, I would hate to make a mess for my cousins to clean up.” Taylor chimed in. Their new friends cheered as Neville and Madeleine sulked away, no idea how to respond to the American’s insults. Drake sighed, shoulders slumping. 

“Why aren’t you smiling right now? What’s gotten into you?” Emma wrapped an arm around Drake’s side and glanced up at him worried.

“I’m afraid our friends like Jake better than me, they’re going to want him around more. He’s the fun wild American, I’m just the grumpy duke who’s married to their friend.” Emma turned and wrapped both arms around Drake, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him. 

“You’re my grumpy Marshmallow, you’re our grumpy Duke Walker. They love you for different reasons, for the same reasons I love you instead of Jake. You’re fiercely loyal, protective, and fun Drake. You still know how to have fun without getting us all in trouble, that’s my job.” Drake chuckled, she was definitely a troublemaker. 

“Let’s get over there and hang out with our friends and family.” Drake kissed Emma, lingering a little too long for a ball. 

“Think we can sneak out of here?” He whispered. 

“Only if Jake and Taylor sneak out first.” 

“Next time.” Emma nodded, pulling Drake back to their group. At the end of the week, Jake was happy to be heading home, but also sad to go. He and Drake had gotten past their differences, once Drake got over the stupid nicknames they actually got along together really well. Especially since their wives had become best friends. 

“This was great, a perfect vacation. I’m ready to go home though.” Jake laced his fingers in Taylor’s.

“Me too.” 

“Have a safe flight, let us know when you land!” Emma gave them both a hug goodbye. 

“Yeah, don’t be strangers.” Drake even pulled Jake into a friendly hug, surprising everyone. They waved watching them drive off to the airport, Emma turned to Jake. 

“Let’s take another vacation to visit them again soon?”

“Sure thing, Walker.” Drake chuckled.

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coffee wars

↳ prompt: barista rivals au + donghyuck

pairing: lee donghyuck | reader genre: rivals to lovers au / fluff word count: 6,491 description: the ongoing rivalry between you and Lee Donghyuck all comes to a standstill when feelings get involved. author’s note: very loosely based on this prompt!

Everything starts with the flat white.

It’s a small detail, almost easy to miss if someone doesn’t think to look twice. There comes adoration for the ones who take notice, something in the small design on the tops of their coffees seems to tickle their fancies. Thus leading into a snapshot found on Instagram or even making a spotlight on their Snapchat stories. To you, that’s absolutely everything—the details, the response, the damn flat white.

It’s hard to achieve too. The very accents and details are no easy feat, and it’s something you’ve prided yourself in since your mastery of the skill. You have a steady hand and a keen eye for the very designs that come to mind, whether they’re pre-conceived or doodles you’ve been given free reigns on. And because of this, it rubs you the wrong way when you hear customers gush about the Dreamie’s latest innovation. Though you haven’t been working at 127’s that long, you know for damn sure this isn’t their thing. Their appeal is the cute, soft hues of pastel pinks and blues, their bubble letter logo plastered at the top and on the wall aside their hanging menu in the curly font, and the customer service each of the workers offered with a jovial gleam in their eyes and an unsuspecting smile curled on their visages.

Of course, you know it isn’t a coincidence that they emerged with something new. Yuta and Jaehyun still laugh at the memory of the Flat Lines that came out of the Dreamie’s being adventurous, and it was only because of the sudden emergence of a certain auburn-haired boy that those lines were becoming something other than white blobs and laughable outcomes. Since Lee Donghyuck’s arrival, he’s been nothing but an aggravator, a perpetrator, a damn solicitor that relishes in your gritted teeth and firm lips, because the flat white is your thing and he knows it. Everyone knows it.

Yet he still has the gall to gloat, to smile at you from across the street with an all too beautiful curl of your lips that you’d rather choke on than aloud. He’s handsome, you’ll admit (begrudgingly, of course), with sun-kissed skin and a laugh that could swallow you whole in an encompassing warmth if you weren’t reminded of his spite when you saw him and his stupid eyebrow raise on such a daily basis no matter the case. But it comes most especially when you’re both serving customers outside and he hears even just one comment about Dreamie’s, because somehow his hearing supersedes regular ability when a compliment is coming his way in your presence or whenever one of said customers is a regular to your respective establishments and he is the one who gets Mark that day.

It’s ridiculous, really. You’ve never been a jealous person. Competitive, maybe. But sometimes you feel the ugly green monster creep on your shoulder, because it’s like Donghyuck has won over you (in more ways than one). And since both of your employments and your inadvertent inactions, you refuse to back down and lose to him. It’s an instinct, practically second nature at this point. Everyone in both your cafés know the situation albeit find it hard to really comprehend, but you’re often too busy warding off the suggestive comments that implicate there is more than just a platonic rivalry amidst you two, because hell no, are you two dating. (Would you mind it? Probably not. But are you ever going to admit it? N-o. No.)

“Your boyfriend’s staring again,” Yuta muses, nudging your side. It’s like a daily nicety to hear next to “Hi, how are you?” at this point, but it doesn’t stop you from fighting the urge to frown. As expected, the moment you look up to face the pastel building, he’s there in the veranda with a half-smile adorning his visage, and he even goes as far as giving you a wave.

You glare at him in response, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest as his smile deepens.

Goddammit... it’s too early for this.

—

He’s at it again.

This time the decoration of his cursed flat white actually mirrors yours, but there’s an added design that makes his rendition of Pochacco much cuter than yours. You actually feel your bottom lip pull over your top one because the damn soccer ball is perfect with the piece. It’s hard to admit aloud but, you do give him props for constantly trying to one up you.

Between the character designs and the small messages, you can see how talented he is. Even the gushing from shared customers is almost expected, from the gleam in their eyes at the charming red head of Dreamie’s right down to the influx of comments that come from posts involving his pieces. You feel a spark of envy course through you, a small frown almost always readily forming but what gets you the most isn’t the fact that you wish it was you receiving such a response (because you’ve had enough of it yourself prior to his sudden upheaval), but rather how the very mention of him riles up your heart by a few hundred beats. Of course, you stop yourself from showing your usual look of disdain until you’re not in the presence of the beloved customers.

“He’s at it again?” Mark says, prying you from listening in on the adjacent table’s jabber about your multi-talented rival.

You give a nod, knowing all too well how easily this routine has gone since the start of this three-month back and forth against that cursed boy. Well, not all the beloved customers.

For you and Donghyuck, Mark Lee is the one person who’s been the middleman in your unofficial competition. The very person who can both simultaneously make or break the both of you with a simple photo-op or a blissful smile. He’s the decider, the judge, the customer. And, he is very aware of what is going on between you two. He can’t even pretend he doesn’t see what’s going on either. But the smile poised on his lips is unsuspecting and far from removed on the whole ordeal, and it’s almost as irritating as Jaehyun and Yuta’s pestering about Donghyuck when he—the supposedly rational one in all of this—brings it up too.

Which has been an additional factor to your already pre-established banter, not that it hasn’t lessened its status as a nuisance.

“Any chance of you confessing yet?”

He smirks at you and quirks an upward brow at you shake your head furiously, cheeks growing warm.

Recovering, you glower at him with playfulness shimmering over your narrowed eyes, “Not happening.”

“But when?” he huffs, graciously accepting his usual caramel macchiato. There’s only a simple leaf atop of it, but what comes with his napkin is a small scrawl of “You roast my heart!” inscribed upon it and that’s what earns you a squeaky laugh from the blond. “Okay, that was cute.”

“Thanks,” you grin, secretly thanking Yuta for his endless bounds of coffee-related pick-up lines. At the least, 127’s charismatic charm has always been a winner in that respect. “Better than that punk’s, right?”

He exhales a breathy laugh, shaking his head at you. “Yes, Y/N. Better than his, though not by much.”

“You’re kidding,” you immediately say, tilting your head at him. “He’s getting better at those too?”

Taking a sip of the caramel goodness, a grin so blatantly prominent alongside his cheekbones, “He never sucked in the first place.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been coerced into the dark side already.” Your jaw drops, earning yet another chuckle thrown into the air. Though you’ve yet to pride yourself in the matter, you find it almost hard to believe that your unbiased customer would be biased so soon.

“No, no,” he shakes his head, simply lifting his shoulders as he eyes you with a gleam of irritable knowledge. “Just waiting.”

“For?” you ask, regardless of the nagging feeling that you already know the answer.  

He replies, as if it were the most simple conclusion: “That way I’ll never have to decide between the both of you.”

“Not happening,” you repeat yourself, this time letting the words roll off your tongue in the form of a scoff. You’ve already decided that you’ve spent far too much time with Mark, thinking through a possible excuse to leave him.

Today’s a slow day, but you needn’t get Taeyong on your ass about talking crap about Donghyuck again. He made you clean up the machines with Doyoung last time, and you literally swore that if you stayed even a minute longer with the guy than you had to, then you would’ve suffered the loss of your two valuable assets, because somehow in that slim figure of his is a mouth that could literally talk anyone’s ears off. It isn’t that you didn’t appreciate the distraction either, what with your daily grievances enacted by a certain someone, but more often than not, his name would come up and you aren’t very sure you can keep up your ongoing façade in how you have absolutely no feelings for him.  

“Wait,” Mark says, dragging you from your thoughts with another question poised on his froth-covered lips. It almost makes you regret hesitating when he continues, “Don’t lie, Y/N. You do like him, don’t you?”

You frown a little, barely enough for anyone but him to see what your expression truly is, as a sense of resolve readily courses through your veins. Of course, a denial is already about to tumble out of your mouth. The only thing that seems to stop you is the fact that this is Mark. Not your co-workers or the Devil himself. In a way, he’s acted as your confidant, your go-to since you both acquainted yourselves with one another.

“So what?” you let out a sigh, dragging your gaze to the pastel hue with your heart picking up as soon as you see Donghyuck hobbling around behind the glass. A grin’s curled on his lips as the customers look at him in wonder. You heard a lot of the interchanging ones always wonder aloud how he could be so damn charming, how his smile is the work of miracles, how his eyes shine like the stars in the skies above, and above all else, just how damn talented he is. And you want to grit your teeth, bite your tongue of all the declinations that could put these compliments to shame, but unwittingly, you’ve found yourself agreeing with these exclamations in the smallest of ways without so much as batting an eyelash and you hate how it proves everyone else’s theories correct and how you’ve broken your own proclamation that Lee Donghyuck would be the last person you ever acquire feelings for and yet here you are, with feelings and Mark’s dark brown eyes eying you with traces of irritatingly blatant smugness. “It isn’t like he’d like me back anyway.”

The words come off more bitter than you would’ve liked, but it’s the truth. The blatantly cliché truth that makes it all the more disheartening to yourself, because you hate being so affected over something so small. It’s actually quite off-putting when Mark even lets loose a brief laugh, raising a brow at you.

“What?”

“You’re joking right?” he asks, tilting his head now.

You don’t like the hope that bubbles up, but you can’t help but play a little dumb and ask, “Do you know something I don’t…?”

Mark relinquishes a rather loud laugh, immediately throwing you off. You swear he’s been hanging out with Donghyuck far too much, because the octave and the volume are becoming far too similar. But you don’t have enough time to voice this suggestion when he casually says, “He likes you too.”

That’s when you find yourself laughing, nothing short of a breathy exhale that lasts no more than a moment but regardless, the very prospect has you recoiling. You don’t deny imagining the possibility of dating him, of him actually liking you back, and of a fantastical relationship between the two of you blooming and flourishing in plentiful ways. But that’s it. The whole thing is fantasy, a dream when one has an indisputable crush on a person they know they shouldn’t and won’t ever have past an oddball rivalry—perhaps a bare minimum of a platonic relationship, really.

“It’s true.”

You half-expected Mark to reiterate this, but it doesn’t stop you from shaking your head. Beyond the doubts and all the rejections that play over in your head, you know there’s nothing worse than getting your hopes up. It’s stilly to even like Donghyuck at all, but here you are doing exactly that. You know you shouldn’t fan the flames and you sure as hell know that you should just let the conversation die down with a sarcastic “Right” before scurrying off to other customers. You should just walk away now instead of letting your own whims and your own heart make the decisions on this matter. And yet, you can’t help but raise a brow at him, eyes narrowed, “And how do you know this?”

You expect the usual, “It’s just a hunch,” as everyone almost always supplements to you every time they voice this same hypothesis. However, you find the evenness and nonchalance of Mark’s tone all too regretful—

“Because he told me.”   

Your mind immediately swims in a pool of thoughts. All of which are trying to make sense of this new information and its validity or lack thereof, but you don’t have a chance to ask. Before you can question him, you feel your pant leg vibrate. Possibly Yuta or Taeyong in need of some extra hands.

Craning your head toward the open doors, you see Jaehyun and Doyoung actually traipsing around before you turn to look at Mark with upturned brows. He waves you off, cheeks prominent as ever, with far too much knowledge behind his coffee brown hues. As if to say, “It’s fine, go do your thing.”  

So, the best thing you offer is a simple: “You have some explaining to do later then.”

—

However, later does not come that day.

Each hour seemed to melt into the next until it was a new day and still nothing to appease the influx of thoughts that had pushed themselves to the forefronts of your mind. Even now at 3 PM and only about an hour and a half until your shift was supposed to end, you still can’t help but cling to the hope that the day can progress faster so you can see that idiot and get the answers you’ve been seeking.

“Mark’s not here?” Jaehyun asks you, raising a brow from the general vicinity. He came about an hour after your shift began and a few hours have passed since 10 AM, drawing your attention toward the expanse of the open front though not far enough to draw your line of sight back to the pastel building.

Dark mahogany wood make up the floor, while high cement-colored walls invited the light seeping in from the large windows adorning the front and the right side of the building. On the left side were a bunch of hanging plants and sets of polaroid photos of customers and employees, some kissed by the viridescent foliage while some of the strings still had room for more. Beside that were the furniture that came all in black steel, high tables with high chairs, though they still couldn’t reach the ceiling lights which were simply hanging light bulbs. There’s even standing tables and charging corners for to accommodate for the nomadic customers.

After all, the constant influx of customers jostling in and out is nothing out of the ordinary, even the ring of the door-top bell is nothing short of white noise to the low hum of chatter collected within the walls. Faces that pass range between daily familiarity to blatant estrangement, friendly and not-so-much, hold no candle to the particular contours of a certain blond-haired boy, who had long since left after you departed him to do a few extra tasks for Taeyong and even the text messages you sent his way had gone unanswered.

Of course, it’s off-putting to see that all of your inquiries have been pushed into today, leaving you with nothing but your damn imagination to run wild at the possibilities of how true it all is. Part of you wants the truth, yearns for it, really. But another part just wants the band-aid ripped off the wound so you can get over the feelings and stave them off until they’re nothing more than cold coals on a fire pit. Instead of dealing with the irksome blazes that’ve done only provoked your hopes and desires, you’re convinced that by having that conversation with Mark then you’ll have that closure you seek, so it makes you sigh at the mention.

“He’s at Dreamie’s today,” you answer, taking a chance by glancing over at the large window again. Past the veranda is the other store’s veranda, dots of people occupying the spaces there as the employees did their best to please everyone. You expect to catch the mop of blond you’ve been so used to seeing every other day, but you don’t fully glance around enough because there’s comes a flash of auburn that has your heart stuttering too quickly after the flash of purple that came beforehand.

Of course, this only encourages your co-worker to raise a brow at you, eyes set with flickers of curiosity and an unnerving knowledge (much like Mark’s). Jaehyun’s always been a little tamer than Yuta with the suggestive jests, but you still can’t help but feel like he knows as much as Mark does and it bugs you to know that everyone else knows more about your situation than you do yourself.

“You okay?”

You nod, tearing your gaze from his out of your own self-preservation.

Admitting your feelings now would be easy, like ripping off a band-aid but for your friends, but it would also mean proving everyone else right. But you know that in doing so you would be putting yourself at risk of an onslaught of encouraging coaxing to confess and you’re not quite sure you need that at the moment. It’s one thing to tell your friends about a crush, but it’s another to tell your actual crush (read: work rival) about it.

You’ve imagined how the event would go down plenty of times. Your own imagination nothing short of what you know would happen. There’s very likely prospect of getting laughed at or even just teased by someone who was already surpassing you at your own thing. Of which felt more like a double wound to your pride.

You told yourself from the beginning that he would be the last person you have feelings for. From the few passing conversations you had, there was nothing in the words that would’ve suggested anything either, unless you counted sassy quips and back-and-forth’s that would sometimes drive your mutual friends into the ground in fits of laughter. And to feel an ounce of something more than bare amusement is odd and foreign, but it feels too good to talk yourself out of any of it.

It proves everyone else right, and you hate that it was like you missed out on all of the obvious sign, that now that you’ve fallen into everyone else’s expectations that the expectation that you have to confess will be your own downfall. After all, why would Donghyuck like you back?

So, you ask, carefully, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugs and leans against the counter. Although you want to pretend that there’s nothing wrong and that you have customers to attend to, there’s nothing the moment your gaze flits to the main lobby.

Customers sit at the tall mahogany tables, chattering with white porcelain cups in hand and the steel utensils for those who ordered some of the buttery pastries in your artillery. They appear happy and unbothered by minor strifes, completely oblivious to any form of conundrum going on in the confines of your mind and body, which, of course, you expected but it still makes you yearn to be like them. Or, at the least, distracted by them. Instead, they’re all content without your assistance even as you wish it was the exact opposite.

“So, I’m guessing Mark finally talked to you about Hyuck?”

The term of endearment breaks your gaze away from the window, a part of you thanking Jaehyun but another part of you suspicious now. You don’t even stop yourself as you ask, “How did you—?”

“—Relax, we’ve just been nagging him to,” he replies, showcasing a dimpled grin that you probably would’ve found adorable on any other day. Unfortunately, this was not the one. He knows far too much and you’re not sure if it’s because of your own actions or Mark’s big mouth; either way, you feel nervous. “Plus, it’s obvious. You and Hyuck.”

“Me and Donghyuck…” You frown a little as he nods, thus able to dispel your own nerves. “We’re not anything. He doesn’t even like me like that.”

It’s supposed to be a normal response, an ordinary one, an unexpected one. And yet, the way it falls off your lips and tumbles out into the bustling air, it’s nothing short of off and unnatural. You immediately regret it as soon as you feel your stomach flip.

“Are you sure about that?” he asks, eyes gone a little wide. “Wait, did you talk to Hyuck already?”

“No.” You shake your head, giving the shop another once over in case you catch sight of that punk you call a friend. Again, you’re left empty-handed. But it doesn’t stop your gaze from drifting to the head of auburn that is now scurrying around his building’s veranda, with a smile adorning his sun-kissed face and eyes shining even from the three-meter distance. “I’m just saying it isn’t likely. Well… at least ‘till yesterday when Mark said he did.”

When your gaze returns back to Jaehyun, barely missing the way he lets out a deep sigh of what you could classify as relief, he takes that as his chance to offer: “Well, you can try after work? Maybe you’ll catch him then.”

You suppose he’s right, biting your bottom lip as you consider finding your friend and getting those answers you’ve been seeking. Although a part of you actually wonders if Jaehyun means talking to Mark or Donghyuck. Another part wonders if you’re just hoping that he means the latter.

There’s just a particular gleam of impishness that makes you lean on the latter, but you can’t even ask if there’s more to what he’s getting on because his pager vibrates right then. An apologetic look washes over his face as he mouths an actual apology before stepping away from the counter. He gives the top of your head a ruffle, probably going off to see what Taeyong needs help with since neither Yuta or Doyoung are in just yet. To which you’re grateful for, because if they heard the conversation that just transpired, they’d be on your ass about all of it.

And soon enough, an influx of customers hitting the 2 PM slump come bustling in, hushing away all the thoughts as orders and designs become your top priority.

—

The day has fallen into the half-past four sunset, dusting the once light sky skies with streams of muted shades of tawny and terracotta. A bare chill now breezing across the stilling city streets and even the white noise of the customers has been muted out by Jhené Aiko’s “While We’re Young” for the ambiance.

You’re seated at an empty table on the veranda, closest to the open gates with the prospects of getting your resolution. Then, of course, going home and into bed, because this day has become much harder than you anticipated. All you’ve had on your mind is Lee Donghyuck. And to you, that’s uncharacteristic, it’s silly. You dislike this aspect of having a crush, because you don’t want to be so distracted by someone. It felt easier before you had a crush on him when all you thought about was how to one-up him and get more praise, get those Snapchat story photos and Instagram photos, and get the satisfaction and the thrill of knowing that this was merely a friendly competition and you were winning it.

Though instead of looking for Mark as you originally planned, you remain where you are as you listen to your customers on the veranda chatting incessantly about the new designs you concocted for them. They love it. They even love the small little pick-up lines you’ve scribbled onto some of the napkins, and it’s all the more gratifying when there’s a few quick pops of flashes of the set-up.

It all reminds you of a simpler time.

Meeting him as nothing more than an entity more notably referred to as Mark’s friend, only to pique interest at Mark’s drop of the fact that you specialized in flat whites. The sudden attention both confused and interested you because you had never met someone so bent on competing with practically a stranger. Then, came the teasing that you had no problem offering in return, because it’s a natural reflex. This only seemed to encourage Donghyuck, making it all too normal for the two of you to exchange and repertoire only you two could decipher at times. Slipped in between the seams came this unofficial competition for Mark, the two of you trying to convince the blond to come to 127’s or Dreamie’s whenever you could just because it would get on the other’s nerves when they weren’t chosen. Somehow you both couldn’t stop sending your mutual friend scribbled on napkins with doodles and pick-up lines—anything to keep him coming until Mark ultimately decided to remain the middleman. Each piece commemorated by with a photo posted to Instagram just for the other’s viewing pleasure, and perhaps that is where everything stops being so simple. Of course, it happened so unwittingly and so minutely, it blurs afterwards until you noticed the influx of attention coming from Dreamie’s and their adorable flat whites. Then, it just became clearer. The rivalry became more potent. And all you could really want out of each day you two worked simultaneously was winning over him.

Because so suddenly his eyes gleamed with more than just devilment, his smile less irksome, and even his own designs have become more and more commendable. All those small details you once noticed in passing have pushed forth and become everything you think whenever you see him. Like how his nose scrunches just a little when he laughs at something you’ve said or how he blinks instead of winks when he’s trying to provoke you from across the street. Even his laugh, a sound you swore was nothing more than siren in the tranquility of your vicinity is now one you can hear jovially.

In short, Lee Donghyuck has snuck up on you. Not only as a fellow competitor, but as the reason you look forward to coming to work, as the reason why you try to make your jokes even wittier and your designers even better, and as the reason you feel more than just a racing heart and a bundle nerves. He makes you feel, and it’s the first time in a very long time that you can admit to yourself right now. And it’s for all these reasons that you’re not all that sure what to do with any of the information, whether he likes you back or not, or if this is just a passing phase that’ll pass, you don’t care or mind.

All you know is that you like Lee Donghyuck, and as much as you hate admitting it, you do hope he likes you back.

Letting out a deep sigh, you send Mark a text that you’ll be waiting in front of the gate before rising from your spot and moving to the one about a yard from the straight-lettered plaque that reads the store’s name. With no one is congregating on the sidewalk, it gives you enough room to tie your shoelaces and idle around as you wait for a response until the sound of your name pierces the air.

Clear and smooth from the speaker as nothing, not even the passing cars from the adjacent street break into the syllables. It’s paired with the small taps that come to a halt about two feet from you, but the very voice makes you unable to pull your head up because you’re hoping it isn’t who you think it is.

“And here I thought we had a good thing going,” you hear Donghyuck say, effectively snatching your attention from the laces. You feel your heart somersault in synchronization with your stomach, because there he is. The damn devil himself. All dressed to an expected combination of a flannel and a pair of jeans in place of the black slacks and button-down, and still quite handsome nonetheless.

Your brows immediately knit together as his words register and you reply, “Are you okay or have you been breathing in too much froth?”

“I am definitely not okay considering you cheated on this Mark agreement,” Donghyuck huffs, watching as you give the laces a final tug. His gaze remains trained on you as you rise to full height, though you still dwarf him.

“He wasn’t with me,” you shake your head, brows furrowing even more now. “I was here waiting for him.”

He doesn’t say anything right away, rather his hickory hues wash over your visage in the softest way. You don’t think you’ve seen it since the last time you hung out with Mark and the other workers of the Neo franchise about a month ago. But that time came after Yuta and Doyoung cornered you and Donghyuck together. You can’t remember what they said exactly but they kept trying to talk the two of you into finally admitting your love for each other, and all you could respond with were insults and snarky quips just to get them off your back. He went with it at the least.

“Oh,” he says, quite plainly. Very uncharacteristic of him. “Um, well… what kinda bone do you have to pick with him anyway? I’ll defend his honor.” 

You crack a half-smile, enjoying the way the street lamps wash over his feature and cast a warm light over him.

His eyes light up just a bit, making him raise a brow at you in expectancy.

“It’s about you, superstar.”

He blinks immediately, “Me?”

You nod, deciding that maybe it is now or never, and if you won’t get answers from Mark then could it really hurt to ask the source himself?

“He told me something interesting about you,” you pause, gathering your courage and strengthening the resolve. Even with the light fading, you can’t help but feel ease as you remain standing before him.

Many times you’ve experienced crushes, you’ve had heartbreak, and they’re different and all in their tiers. Liking someone has always been one of your favorite things, because you get see a person for who they are, especially in such a close-knit environment like being co-workers. You have a formulaic way of confessing, the sort that has you blurting it all out in one go because it’s better to just rip off the band-aid and take the consequences. Although your previous hesitations have done nothing to assuage the anxieties, you take a deep breath. “He said you have a crush on me.”

“Yeah?” he says, a timidness coating the question in a way that makes you wonder what is going on through his mind.  “What’d you say?”

“Yeah,” you reply, voice suddenly wavering. “I—well, I didn’t have a chance to really respond. I was surprised. I figured he was lying or joking or whatever.”

He doesn’t say anything in response. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth and his gaze has flitted to the plaque beside you, and his gaze tracing the metallic lettering than meeting your inquisitive eyes.

“Was he?” you try once more, tilting your head just a little in hopes of catching his eye.

He gulps, releasing his lip to relinquish a sigh.

“Donghyuck?”

His eyes snap to yours as soon as he releases his own soft sigh, “Remind me never to tell that blabber mouth secrets, yeah?”

You have your answer. Right there. But instead of responding or even nodding, you let him continue, “He wasn’t—it’s true.”

“Seriously?” you ask, almost tempted to reach over and pinch your forearm for fear that maybe this is one of those cruel dreams that’ve been plaguing your subconscious every so often. But you know he means it when he nods, meeting your eyes in a solemn enough way for you to understand he does mean it, that Mark really wasn’t joking, and that has your heart thundering even louder than you thought it could. “W-why?”

He laughs, a genuine sound that urges a small smile out of you.

“What?”

“Why?” he asks as the corners of his lips curl into a smile. “Y/N, why not?”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” you retort, tempted to roll your eyes at him. Although you’re a completely wrecked mess right now, you can’t help but feel so normal with him. The very atmosphere of the conversation is much like any other that you’ve had, minus the previous hiccup but that alone reminds you of the party. It felt like there was a lot that could’ve been said between you two, and yet the pressure of everyone else made it hard. “Seriously, why?”

Instead of answering your question, he replies with his own, “Well, do you like me back?”

You scoff, “I asked you first.”

“And I asked you second,” he says with a shrug even as you shoot him a small eye roll. “Do you or don’t you?”

You open your mouth, readying a response but all you can do is clamp your mouth shut and feel the blood from your body linger on the apples of your cheeks. Goddammit…

He tries after a moment of your self-imposed silence, “Y/N?”

You nod, looking away from his eyes, “I do.”

He blinks, “What?”

“I do,” you repeat, slightly louder than your soft murmur.

He leans in closer, now only a foot away, “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“I do,” you say, feeling your own cheeks getting warmer. But you remain where you are.

“You do what?” he asks, gaze softening on you.

You let out a deep sigh as your own body courses with newfound courage; then, you say, “I like you, Donghyuck.”

“Wha—” Your eyes narrow, as if to tell him, “don’t push it,” earning yet another beautiful laugh from him. “You know… I like you for a lot of reasons, and that’s one of them.”

“You like me being mean to you?” Your brows screw together, even your hand is ready to lay atop his forehead for fear that he might be delirious with a fever but before you can, he stops you. His cheeks getting a little pink even with the peachy light on his visage as you don’t even bother pulling your hand away.

“Because you’re yourself with me, I like that. You don’t shy away from saying what’s on your mind and I—well, I like being around you,” he explains, letting your hands fall in between the twelve-inch, though they still have yet to slip from each other’s grasps. You like how it feels in yours. “And I guess I have a funny way of showing all those feelings, but I hoped it would catch your attention.”

Your nose scrunches for a moment before a smile adorns your visage in a way that matches his, swelling your heart and earning yet another soft sigh to pass your lips.

“It worked, alright?” You admit to him, “And I’m so glad I wasn’t the only one who caught feelings. I feel like my heart might burst out of my chest.”

He nods vigorously and releases a deep breath, “Me too! I dunno if I should thank Mark or kick his butt for spilling my secret though.”

“Let’s do it together then. It’s what he gets for giving me a heart attack,” you grin, giving his hand a squeeze. “And while we’re at it, how about a date afterwards?”

“Perfect,” he smiles as you both turn toward the bus stop at the end of the street. “How does boba sound?”

“Like my cup of tea,” you reply with a small, breathy laugh. He playfully rolls his eyes at you, but he remains at your side. The two of you are happier than ever.

Perhaps now you two can call this war a draw.

—

“Will you show me how to do that soccer ball with Pochacco?” you ask, only lurching forward as the bus roars to life and carries the two of you back to the university.

He taps his chin for a moment, gaze falling away from your own as you wait expectantly.

“Well you show me how to do the perfect flat white?”

You tilt your head at him, “Perfect? How am I gonna do that? You’re pretty good already.”

“Okay, but,” he pauses, “yours are perfect. Can you show me how to do that?”

“I suppose I can try…” you reply, only meeting his hickory eyes for a moment before you look elsewhere. “It might take some time though.”

“I don’t mind. It’s time spent well with you,” he admits, smiling as you do. He can’t seem to get enough of the flush that falls upon your cheeks, happier than ever when you look away indignantly.

“You’re too much,” you sigh, nodding regardless. “But yeah, let’s do that sometime. Maybe then you won’t make any more of those atrocious Flat Lines.”

He clutches his chest, exaggerating a gasp as you try to remain as impassive to the gesture though it works only by a bare minimum. “I am hurt.”

“It’s the truth,” you say, lifting your shoulders slightly.

“I bet I can make a perfect one after one lesson.”

“Oh really?” You raise a brow at him, noting the way he fights against his own self-preservation just to prove you wrong.

He nods, though the courage on his features don’t meet his words, “Y-yeah! And you gotta make a perfect Pochacco soccer ball after one lesson too.”

“Alright,” you smirk, fully knowing that you might lose but seeing the determination etched on his features is enough to keep you agreeing. You can’t help but adore his sheer tenacity. “It’s on.”

Maybe the war isn’t quite over yet after all… not that you mind it anyway.

[labaender]

first.

Everyone knows that Yoongi hangs out with Jimin way too often (henceforth, the ship name YoonMin that fans gush over so much) that even the staff knows. Sometimes, people would speculate that they are dating one another but no one can actually bring it up because what if they are really just good friends? There’s nothing wrong with being fond of your friends.

That of course makes him a bit jealous. A bit. Jin isn’t the jealous type, far from it. Not even possessive, he knows that Yoongi has friends that he likes be around with but it hasn’t reached to the point that ALMOST everyone knew that they hang out.

Jin doesn’t question it and neither do the others but the members noticed that their eldest hyung doesn’t smile as often when he sees Jimin joking around with other members (particularly, Yoongi). They think that Jin is just tired, I mean, practicing for 14 hours a day hurts like hell.

Everyone knows Yoongi write songs. Not just for BTS but sometimes for others as well. Yoongi write songs for Jimin the most in particular. Namjoon doesn’t care anyway because its not his songs nor does Hoseok. If anything, that’s the twos business.

When Jin hears Jimin sings in the dorm with a bunch of paper in hand, the hand writing is obvious, its Yoongi. Doesn’t make his feeling any better but at this point, why does he bother caring? Its just a s o n g.

If the song is for bangtan and Yoongi happens to give more lines to Jimin than anyone then, isn’t it for the best? The ~fan favorite~ and the ~body of the group~ gets the most lines then. Killer combo if you ask Jin.

Everyone knows that Jimin went to Yoongi’s house already. Not just once or twice, multiple times. Maybe even fucked, who knows.

Jin felt like his stomach churned at the thought. He’s acting like a junior high student who has a crush on a stoic senior high student, how sad. He shouldn’t be even sad because its not his friend(relation)ship. It shouldn’t be even bothering him but it does.

When Taehyung and Jungkook were looking around for Jimin in the dorms, they found Jin instead. On the couch and is holding his phone. The two noticed and asked Jin but Jin just shrugged as an answer hoping that the two gets the point. And they did. Taehyung and Jungkook just nods and returns to their video game.

Everyone knows that Yoongi stays up late in the studio if he’s feeling inspired. This night in particular, he is feeling extra inspired. Its already 12 AM and he’s not back yet. Not like Jin is waiting, he just happens to be still awake from reading a comic.

Hoseok woke up and exited the room he’s in and heads to the kitchen till he notices that the two oldest shared still has a light on. Hoseok went inside the room and sees Jin, wide awake.

“Hyung?” Hoseok said and carefully walk towards Jin’s side of the bed. Its rare to see the bed split apart since everyone knew that Yoongi and Jin watch movies together.

“What is it?” Jin smiles at Hoseok and gestures his hand on the bed to let Hoseok know that he should sit down.

“Nothing, just wondering if you’re staying up for Yoongi hyung again.” Hoseok says and yawns.

“I’m not. Just finished what Taehyung recommended me to read.” Jin then ruffles his hair and smiles a bit. Hoseok has always been cute with his messy hair and sleepy eyes.

“Oh, okay. I thought you are becau- Oh, shit.” Hoseok says and covers his mouth right away. His eyes gaped in shock and just stares a Jin for a while.

“You thought?” Jin asks.

“Ah! Nothing, hyung, I swear!” Hoseok says and is obviously lying.

“Jung Hoseok, you better tell me or your are going to be roommates with Namjoon and good luck sleeping with that snoring mess.” Jin says firmly. He rarely uses the eldest pros of changing up the roommates. (only used it when Taehyung was his roommate and he couldn’t get a wink of sleep because that boy is loud as hell)

“Okay! Okay! I thought…you and Yoongi hyung are…in a relationship? I’m sorry that must’ve sounded weird.” Hoseok says and bows his head.

“Huh? I thought you guys knew about him and Jimin?” Jin asks, equally confused as Hoseok’s reaction.

“No, hyung. Jimin is always nice and if he has a lover of some sort, I think it would be Namjoon. They always have those eye fucking moments and I’m glad not so many had noticed it. Well, me and Taehyung notices and even Jungkook at this point.“ Hoseok says and does this thing with his hands when he’s explaining something he thinks that’s obvious.

“Yoongi literally makes a song for Jimin, has pictures of Jimin lying around, and shit, he even makes songs for him. Tell me that they aren’t at all dating and I’d make you anything you want for a year.” Jin says seriously and looks Hoseok in the eye.

“I’m serious, hyung. Yoongi hyung made you a song too, did you forget that? Jungkook has pictures of Yoongi lying around too. Even I have pictures of you. And Jimin picked up something in Yoongi hyungs house and they got into traffic so they didn’t head home ea- Oh, I see. Hyung, I see you.” Hoseok says and smiles like a little devil at Jin.

“No, Hoseok. No.” Jin says (in denial) to Hoseok who’s clearly smiling ever so brightly at him.

“You like him, you like Yoongi hyung!” Hoseok practically shouts inside the room but quickly covered his mouth so he won’t disturb the others.

“I don’t and you don’t have to shout!” Jin says, obviously red.

“…then you l o v e Yoongi hyung!” Hoseok says and this time, he keeps hitting Jin’s leg with excitement.

“Shit…” Jin says and covers his face that is now beat red. Hoseok keeps on squealing and Jin groans in despair. They hear the door unlock and they both sit up straight all of a sudden. A small shadow appeared closer to the room and its Yoongi.

“What are you two doing?” Yoongi asks and its obvious that he is dead tired.

“Nothing, hyung. I’ll go back to my room now. Good luck, Jin hyung and goodnight.” Hoseok says and smiles at Jin. He probably even wriggled his eyebrows but Yoongi didn’t noticed it.

“What’s wrong with him?” Yoongi asks and Jin just shrugs in return. Yoongi sat on his bed and removed his sweatshirt.

“Hyung?” Yoongi asks and Jin is taken a back when he noticed that Yoongi is right in front of him.

“What is it?” Jin asks and looks up to Yoongi.

“You okay? You look put off these days. I’m surprised Namjoon hasn’t said anything.” Yoongi says.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t said anything about you and Jimin as well.” Whoops, that wasn’t to come out but it did.

“Huh? Do you think me and Jimin are actually dating? Not you too.” Yoongi sighs and groans.

“Even Bang PDnim thought so too. I can’t believe this.” Yoongi says and sits next too Jin.

“Everyone thought you liked him and even I did. Geez, its just that you two hang out so much. If you want to clear the speculations up with everyone, just tell them you like someone else.” Jin says and pats Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Everyone doesn’t have to know I like you.” Yoongi says and faces Jin. Yoongi closed his eyes and prays to whatever is listening to him that Jin doesn’t hate him after kissing him. He holds his face and presses his lips onto his.

Yoongi lets go of Jin’s face and just stared at Jin. Pretty, very pretty indeed. “Hyung, I don’t know what shit runs through your mind but just because me and Jimin are friends doesn’t mean we are fucking.” Yoongi says with a stern voice.

Jin just smiles and hugs Yoongi. Burying his face onto his neck and Yoongi putting his arm around Jin’s. They stayed there until morning.

Everyone knows that Jin and Yoongi slept like that. Body against body and Hoseok probably taking way too many pictures.

“I thought Yoongi hyung would never admit his feelings. He was even complaining about it when I went over at his place.” Jimin says and ruffles his hair. Namjoon puts his arm around Jimin and asks him, “His feelings?”

“Yep, he was even afraid of going home early because he’d have to see his muse.” Jimin chuckles.

“No wonder why Jin hyung has been off lately, I thought it was just him being tired. Wonder, who cracked in first.” Namjoon says.

“I knew it first, ha! I can’t believe that it will only take them a bight to realize they want to be more than roommates.” Hoseok says and takes Yoongi’s camera now and takes a picture of the two sleeping. The click sound was enough to wake Jin enough and he posed a peace sign and Hoseok is more than happy to take a picture of his hyung and now, his boyfriend.