#windbreaker x OC

[shhroomer]

Height difference

[ccraccz]

CLARY SAGE

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Chapter 3

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30 minutes after

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Having taken off his blazer, Ryuu and the rest of the group painted the over graffiti that was on the wall, rolling on coat after coat to be able to cover the both amazing and vulgar arts. Finishing his part, he walks back and behind Hiragi. “Hey, Owner! We got this side taken care of!”

“Aaah, thank you so much!” The owner comes up to them, holding a box of freshly cooked taiyaki. Walking behind the Sugishita, Ryuu looked at Suo and Nirei from the corner of his eye, who were nomming on their taiyaki. The treat was still warm in his hand, getting cooler and cooler every second he avoided eating it. It seemed that Suo felt his stare, turning towards him with a smile.

“Yes, Osamu?”

“Uhm… What is this?” Ryuu held out the treat towards Suo, who stared at him bewildered, Nirei peeking from beside him, also taken off guard by the question.

“It’s called Taiyaki, a fish-shaped cake filled with sweet red bean paste,” Suo smiles at Ryuu, encouraging him to take a bite of the treat. Bringing it to his lips, he opens his mouth to take a small bite of the warm fish cake treat. Both Suo and Nirei looked at him expectantly, hoping that he would like the sweet, though they would understand if he didn’t. Ryuu smiled as the flavor and texture of the sweet invaded his taste buds, walking slowing down as he focused on eating.��

KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK  KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK  KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK  GWOOOOO

 The group walks closer to the tunnel under the train, a weird looking lion drawing atop of the entrance. Ryuu takes another bite from the taiyaki as Nirei starts to scold Sakura.

“We’re right at the border between Bofurin and Another team’s turf. We can’t, under any circumstance, cause any trouble past this train track!”

“Just like how every country has their own laws… our rules don’t mean crap over there.”

“The team that controls that turf are… The Devotees of Power.” “That’sh a shick name…” Ryuu mumbles with his mouth full, having taken his last bite of taiyaki, Suo chuckling beside him at his pronunciation.

Getting ready to turn around, a voice cuts through their conversation.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!”

Everyone’s heads turned back to the tunnel, a boy with bruises running towards the tunnel from the other side catching their eye.

Hiragi stiffened, rushing forwards to see if it was true.

“THAT’S SAN MIDDLE SCHOOL’S UNIFORM?!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOIN’ OVER THERE?! HURRY AND GET BACK HERE!!” Hiragi calls out, worried for the kid.

“AAAH!” Nirei yells “BEHIND HIM…! THEY’RE WEARING ORANGE BASEBALL JACKETS…” 

“IT’S SHISHITOREN!!”

Ryuu sucks in a breath as he gets ready to throw his bag off of him and fight, but the kid who’s running, trips and falls. The predator from shishitoren gets knocked back, the middle schooler landing in the arms of Ryuu, who decided to run over and catch the falling boy instead of fighting. Both Sakura and Sugishita land in front of Ryuu and the middle schooler, having kicked away a member of the so-called lions.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Nirei yells out in fear, his voice trembling as he continues. “W-We took the first swing… in another team’s turf…” “Nirei…”

“What are you on about?” “If the kid is one of us…” “Then they’re the ones who struck first.”

All three of them spoke, but Ryuu moved quickly and efficiently, making the middle schooler face him. “Let me check injuries please.”

“Ah… Y-Yes…” Ryuu smiled slightly, taking out the first aid kit he carries, opening it and putting on some gloves. He starts disinfecting the wound the kid got on the side of his face before putting some ointment and placing a white bandage on it.

“There, you could be doing gr- better in about three to five days.” “Umh…? Thank you so much…” Standing up and picking up the middle schooler, pushing him back towards Hiragi, Suo, and Nirei before looking at the backs of the two tanks of first years. The two members of Shishitoren who weren’t with the other guy poke and prod at the injured male. 

“Aaah… shit. Welp, he’s completely knocked out.” “He went down with just one kick.” Ryuu frowns, nose scrunching at the sight. ‘Aren’t those two on the same side? Why are they picking at him and not helping him out?’

“PATHETIC…” Ryuu takes a breath at the word, eye widening as he clenches his fists and bites his lip. He never liked that word, it was degrading and just purely disgusting in his vocabulary.

Ka-clack ka-clack Ka-clack ka-clack Ka-clack ka-clack Ka-clack ka-clack

“Well?” The new figure says “What’s all this, now?”

His voice was low and slow, he was wearing a monk working outfit, and some lifted sandals that Ryuu didn’t remember the name of. The two males who were picking at the fallen dude quickly made way for the new guy, who’s attitude and way of talking made him quite irritated. “I was wondering what was happening there…” He spoke “When I saw one of our guys zoomin’ by…”

Ryuu takes off his bag and holds it behind him, keeping the first aid kit in his other hand, and waves it slightly, signaling for one of the group members to grab it from his hands. It gets taken by Suo, who gives it to Nirei to hold.

Hiragi grits his teeth, grinding them together as he mumbles “Of all the people to show… It just HAD to be him…”

“Shishitoren’s second in command,” Ryuu listened in, feeling like something worse was going to happen. “Jo Togame.”

“Oh, Whu? Furin? Over on this side?” Jo pushes down his orange shades, before looking down at his fallen underling, “WHat The?! Saruwatari?! What Happened to YOU?!” The brunette glares at the situation, before being pushed back by Hiragi, who walks at an angle and speaks up. “That punk a yours chasin’ one of our own around.” Second in command looks up in shock at the entrance of Hiragi. “Why, if it isn’t Hiragi! Yoooo!” He slowly speaks, waving around his Ramune before pointing down at the knocked out member.

“So, was THIS… Your work of art?” He grins, bringing the Ramune up and pointing at them. The creepy grin makes them all shudder. Ryuu bites his bottom lip with his canine, before letting it go as the Saru-whatever picks himself up.

“YOU LITTLE SHITS! THIS AIN’T NO GODDAMN GAME! WE’VE GOT RULES HERE! WE DON’T MESS AROUND WITH YOUR TURF, AND YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO STAY OUTTA OURS!!” It seems like he didn’t notice that their higher up was behind him as he spoke, the two that were with him cringing at the sight of the male talking back. “PAST THE DAMN TRAIN TRACKS IS SHISHITOREN’S DOMAIN!! DON’T GO STRUTTIN’ INTO OUR TURF… LIKE YOU OWN THE GODDAMN… place”

KA CRASH

Jo strikes the dude with the Ramune bottle that was in his hand.

Everyone stares in shock, confused at the situation that’s happening. Ryuu’s mouth is open, wanting to say something, but his voice is stuck in his throat. “OUR turf?” Jo yanks up the male by the hair, bringing his fist back before punching him.

THWAK THWAK THWAK THWAK

Looking at the two other members, one was giggling and the other stared at the attack, nonchalant. 

“Didn’t you get your face beat in? THAT MAKES YOU WEAK!”

“-THAT MAKES YOU WEAK RYUU.”

Weak, his gramps favorite word. Pathetic, what he used as a description. His grandfather has an amazing ability to be able to get under Ryuu’s skin, it was sickening, and borderline abusive. Ryuu was on the floor, holding his tummy, nose bleeding from the amount of stress his seven year old body has been going through.  He’s lucky that Gramps wasn’t physically training him. Or he would have been dead.

“STOP!!” Hiragi steps up, taking action and attracting the attention towards him. It breaks Ryuu out of his trance, breathing heavily at the memory. “What?” “Isn’t he one of your guys?!” Hiragi scolds him, though Jo just tilts his head in fake confusion.

“Who’re you talkin’ about?”

Ryuu slowly walks forwards, quietly and sneakily walking, more than silent as he steps forward. He doesn’t dare touch Jo Togame, eyes wide and focused, hand clutching the first aid kit hard enough that his knuckles are turning white. Jo Togame takes off the male’s jacket in a flash. Ryuu quickly grabs the bloodied male and drags him over to a wall, sitting him up and opening the first aid kit beside him. 

Ryuu ignored what was happening behind him, quickly working on bandaging the male’s face and head up. He breathed in, the smell of blood seeping into his nose and taking over his taste buds, the metal taste not bothering him. 

The brunette quickly works on getting the bigger chinks of glass out of the dudes head, gently pulling at them and throwing them to the floor before cleaning up the wound. He huffs, not being giving up on getting the other, smaller but holdable chunks of glass as one of them pierces his skin.

Ryuu cleans off his hands, disinfecting them before efficiently wrapping the dude’s head with a white bandage, and placing some gauze in his nose.

Standing up, Ryuu turns around as Jo starts walking away. “Hey…” He calls out from the side, both groups looking towards him. “Bring him to the nearest hospital, or urgent care, or something, I don’t care.” Ryuu points to the guy on the floor, having been bandaged up and taken care of. “You guys wouldn’t want a charge on your names wouldn’t ya?”

Everyone was staring at him with wide eyes, shocked that he was able to treat the dude in such a short time.  “He has glass impaled on his head, and he most likely has a broken nose and jaw due to the kicks and punches he got,” Ryuu crouches and grabs his first aid kit, and then gets back up and walks towards his group. “The last thing you could do is take him somewhere to get taken care of, then you won’t have to ever see him again.”

Jo Togame shrugs with a smirk, grabbing the bloodied teen and dragging him around as Ryuu turns his head to the side to look at the taller male over his shoulder. “Pick him up correctly please, you wouldn’t want the pieces of glass to impale him through his skull and kill him would you?” He asks loudly, “Then you would have a murder charge on yours and Shishitoren’s name.”

Ryuu smiles and turns around, taking his bag out of Nirei’s hands and putting the, now messy and bloodied, kit inside. Everything is silent as the Shishitoren gang walks away, the second in command’s sandals clanking against the floor every step he takes.

“HOOOOOLD UP! WHAT HAVE YOU TWO DONE?!??!”

“YOU’VE…” Nirei sobs, “YOU’VE DECLARED TOTAL WAR AGAINST THEM!!!”

“All right, that’s enough. Calm down, Nirei-kun,” Suo walks over, Ryuu’s sleeve in one hand and patting Nirei’s back with the other. “Sooo, I know I kinda missed my cue to interrupt you guys, but…”

Ryuu stares at the third year, who is about to overdose on Gaskun 10’s.

“Looking at THAT MESS, I assume not saying anything was the right choice.” “Hiragi-san, it would be for the best that you follow the dose needed for intake on the instructions in the back of the box,” Ryuu raised his hand, sweat dripping due to the over exaggeration of the male “You wouldn’t want to overdose.”

“SAKURA-SAN!” Nirei turns around and starts scolding again, “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” “IF YOU DIDN’T EDGE HIM ON AT THE END THERE, THEN IT SOUNDED LIKE WE COULD’VE GOTTEN AWAY SCOTT-FREE!!”

“Togame…” Hiragi butts in, popping one of the pills in his mouth “He ain’t that easygoing, y’know?”

That makes Ryuu pay attention. “Among the guys in Shishitoren, He’s extra particular ‘bout their territory. He wouldn’t have let us go that easily.” “Is that so…?” Nirei slumps forward a bit in defeat.  “What’s done is done.”

“Besides…” Hiragi looks down, making Ryuu stand up straighter, eyebrows furrowing closer together. “I should’ve been the one to step in first… Sorry.” Hiragi apologizes quickly , making everyone stare at him in shock, though the tension quickly breaks as he walks forward towards the middle schooler.

“Let's head back to the school.”

“You, from San Middle…” “I-I’m Sasaki…” “Great. Sakaki, Come with us.” Walking away, Ryuu is quick to walk over and pick up the kid by his armpits, like a cat, and placing him back on his feet.

“We gotta report everything… To Umemiya.”

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At the school

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Walking up the stairs, all that could be heard were the steps of the group and Hiragi’s groans. Ryuu was walking beside the middle schooler, making sure he was fine and was able to walk up the stairs without falling. Though he could feel the nervousness radiating from the kid.

Reaching the door at the top of the stairs, Hiragi grips the knob and turns it, pushing the door open and letting the light inside the stairway. Ryuu smiled at the state of the roof of the school. It seemed to be quite cozy and comfortable up there. The smell of mulch, dirt, and wet grass invades their senses, the color green surrounding them.

On the roof, on one side of the entrance, are two beach chairs, a volleyball court, a ping pong table, and a couch. On the other side, there is an amazingly large tree, roots growing out and around the school, there being a path to be able to get to the other side of the school roof above its protruding roots. Under the tree, there is a gazebo and farther off, there are some garden beds laying about. The freshmen looked around in amazement, minus Sugishita. “Wh…What in the…” Sakura mumbled in shock, having expected everything but this. 

Hiragi walked away, calling out to the leader. “Umemiya!” That brought the attention back to the main reason as to why they are there. To meet the rep and tell him what happened at the border of the town. 

“Yo, Hiragi! Some take a look at this!” The crouching male turns around with a large smile, two potted plants in his hands. “The eggplants and green peppers are growing strong!!”  “We can have a full-on barbecue with everyone in summer!!”

If Ryuu wasn’t blinded by the sun, he was now blinded by the smile that Umemiya has shown them.  Ryuu chuckles, blocking his eyes from the brightness of the white haired male’s smile and sura.

“Umemiya.” “We’ve got trouble.”

[rsventhesecondd]

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[m-ete0ra]

Did someone say Windbreaker oc reveal.. are we ready for windbreaker ocs?… IF YALL HAVE SUM LMK I WANNA HEAR/SEE EM

The little character story I have so far if anyone is interested ^^

Who is Lady Lù Huā:

Lù Huā comes from a renowned martial arts family in Katori, Japan. Her father, a respected dojo master, is known for his expertise in various martial arts, particularly the ancient and deadly Imperial Snake Kung Fu. Growing up in this environment, Lù Huā was immersed in rigorous training from a young age. Her father instilled in her not only the physical skills but also the philosophies and discipline that come with mastering martial arts.

Secret Life:

While her family dojo is renowned for its traditional values and teachings, Lù Huā leads a double life. Unknown to her father and especially her mother, she has established and leads her own organization, a gang that operates in the shadows of Katori. This dual existence allows her to navigate both the honorable world of martial arts and while using her knowledge to protect towns nearby giving her a unique edge in both realms.

Fighting Style:

Lù Huā’s main fighting style is the Imperial Snake Kung Fu, a fluid and lethal form of martial arts that emphasizes speed, agility, and precision. This style suits her perfectly, allowing her to move with grace and strike with deadly accuracy. Her skills are unmatched, making her a formidable opponent both in the dojo and on the streets.

Family Dynamics:

Lù Huā has two younger siblings, twins who have mastered Tiger Style Kung Fu. The twins, fierce and loyal, serve as her right and left hand in the gang keeping quiet to protect both their name and their older sister. Their contrasting styles, Lù Huā’s fluid and viper-like movements paired with the twins’ powerful and aggressive techniques create a balanced and deadly trio. Together, they protect their territory and maintain order within their organization. (No names not design has been established yet.)

Leadership:

As a leader, Lù Huā is both feared and respected. She rules with a strong hand, balancing kindness with harsh discipline. It’s no surprise to see women in the gang who have ambition and determination alongside other members. Her good intentions shine through her actions, as she strives to protect her loved ones and maintain peace in her community. However, her slightly coldhearted demeanor ensures that she is not easily crossed.

Persona:

In her quieter moments, Lù Huā enjoys reading, solving puzzles, tea making, and enjoying a good firework show. These activities help her maintain balance and focus, ensuring she remains at the top of her game both mentally and physically. Her love for these activities reflects her thoughtful and introspective nature, a stark contrast to her fierce and commanding presence as a gang leader. But it’s never been a smooth life. "Even in a life of luxury, I have never lived a dream. The unseen battles within my heart leave me aching for true happiness, a distant horizon I have yet to reach."

Ps. Canon her nails grow very fast but they break every time she fights and she gets pissy. (I said so💅)

[faintrustle]

Wanna chomp those mushy cheeks.

[glittersparkleslady]

does anyone know any fanfic about a crossdresser oc/reader in windbreaker? Like she dress up as a boy so that her enemies would go all out on her without minding the gender? so she won't get underestimated 🗣️ And also she would be under Tsubakino-chan's and she's the only who knows about her little secret ☝😊

if u guys know anything about this pls lemme know hehehehe 👁👁

edit: oh i just realziwd that furin is an all-boy school lsol

(also my fav panel)

[faerbloom]

so i’ve been watching the anime and man…had to make an oc just to have them be bffs with kiryu and suo

[erisawrites]

One of my first Windbreaker OCs was in an AU where Vinny had a female cousin who's just like him, but ten time worse 😭 Same Waardenburg syndrome but with both eyes and hair in red, slightly younger than him, also a delinquent with a bad childhood but with violent tendencies so bad he had to personally come and break her fights 😭

Ps. Also small headcanon that despite their lack of interaction, they look out for each other when they can. When she heard someone beat up Vinny, she pulled up to Gunn High school with a bucket and beat the crap out of him <3

[kawaiigirly21]

If y'all like Windbreaker, y'all want a story? I already got a few plots you can decide on what you want

Natasha moves to the other side of the tracks and her ex boyfriends Choji and Togame are less than thrilled when she's spotted around the border with some guys from Bofurin

Bofurin decides to participate in a transfer program where a girl will be allowed to attend their school for a whole year. Some boys are thrilled while others couldn't care less. Things get awkward and risky however when they discover said girl is the ex of Umemiya

Natasha and Sugishita are dating. Sugishita knows Natasha would do anything for him and vice versa. He also knows her little crushes on a few of his friends

[shhroomer]

Some old sketches I did a while ago of kyouka cause I haven’t finished anything new ;; (I’ve been too busy watching the tbhk anime and OMG??? THE ART DIRECTIONS GREAT ESP THE MANGA and the characters….. they’re all such meows meows)

[ccraccz]

Tulips

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Chapter 9

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“No way..”

“Kanuma’s a beat-up mess…”

“He was completely toyed with…”

The crowd mutters in disappointment and shock.

“Does anyone know who that guy is?” Someone asks.

“No…” another person answers.

“Then, is he another first-year?!” 

“Bofurin… They really are bad news.”

Suo walks towards his seat, Hajime standing up from his seat as Nirei sits up with a smile.

“Wow, Suo!” Hajime says, making Suo turn around. “You’re really strong!”

“Not at all,” Suo responds to the third-year.

“Suo-san!” Nirei stands and starts questioning the burgundy haired male “Was that Kung Fu?!” Or something like Akido?!”

“Hmmm… I’m not sure.”

“HUH?!”

“Mymaster is also self taught, you see… It’s apparently a jumble of mixed martial arts.

“R-Really now…? Wait!” Nirei looks down and writes in his book “m-a-s-t-e-r…”

“Back on topic,” Hiragi starts “I didn’t think you’d get so emotional.”

“Oh… how embarrassing… I don't normally, but Sakura-kun got to me, so…”

Suo smiles “Don’t go blaming me,” Sakura says.

“But… when we fight, I want you to go all-out.”

“There you go again…” Nirei interrupts, with a sweatdrop and a grimace 

“Awwww, but you seem like SUCH a pain. I don’t want to spar with you, Sakura-kun,” Suo teases

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY THAT, HUH?! I’LL SHOW YOU PAIN!!” Sakura stands up quickly angrily yelling at the eyepatch wearing teen.

“I’m soooo jealous…” Tomiyama turns towards his ‘friend’ “Hey! Lemme fight eye-patch-kun!”

Ryuu leans forward, sighing, it is his turn to fight now. He stands up and walks towards Suo.

“Suo…” The mysterious teen turns to him “You’re not hurt are you?”

“No, not a scratch.”

“That’s good.”

They stop for a second, watching as Kanuma drags his friend back to a corner where they are still able to see the stage, but far away from their leader.

Both Bofurin and Shishitoren watch as Ryuu walks towards the stairs, Zuki walking up them as Ryuu gets stopped by Umemiya. Ryuu looks at the white haired male’s bright blue eyes before they crinkled at the corners from the smile the older teen showed him.

“You’ll do great, Osamu-kun!” he says as he pats the smaller’s head. Ryuu closes his eyes tightly with a small pout before opening them again and looking at the male, nodding, hair bobbing along with his movements.

Umemiya moves from his spot, letting Ryuu walk through and turn to go up the stairs to the stage.

Ryuu bites his cheek as he and Zuki stand in front of each other, the feeling of people staring daggers at him making his skin heat up under his gakuran. He breathes in, holds it for a few seconds, and lets it go with his eyes closed.

“C’MON NEW KID!!”

“DON’T EMBARRASS US MORE”

“He’s gonna loose”

“Ya don’t know…”

Zuki rolls his shoulders, listening to the mutters and relishing in the stares of his fellow members. He jumps lightly to loosen his muscles, and from the corner of his eye, he sees his seniors smirk and smile excitedly. Zuki takes his fighting stance, watching as Ryuu stays in a relaxed standing position.

“Ya gon’ move?” Zuki asks, his voice muffled by his mask.

Ryuu tilted his head before he took a step.

“You’re quite fit, your clothes are loose to hide your muscles, and you seem to have scars on your forearms from self infliction,” Ryuu states, making Zuki tense.

“Your hair is obviously dyed, eyes are natural, and I can bet that you hide your face because of a scar or something.”

Ryuu walks closer and closer, stating more and more facts about the teen in front of him, creepily not blinking as his eyes move to stare at the yellow eyed male. “You’re quite malnutritioned, but you’re not so much as skin and bones, you probably skip lunch and that is it. You also seem to mostly focus on your upper body, your lower body seems to need some work.”

Zuki takes a step backwards as Ryuu gets a bit too close to him.

“Do you… live alone?”

Zuki growls, bringing his arm back and throwing a punch towards Ryuu’s face. Ryuu steps backwards, dodging the obvious move. Zuki follows and throws another punch, making the brunette step back again.

Quickly, Zuki crouches and runs towards Ryuu with a battle cry, going in for a tackle to bring the opposing teen down. Ryuu, just as quick, steps to the side and lifts his leg before kicking the raven haired teen with his knee to the gut.

Zuki chokes on his saliva, but doesn’t fall to the ground.

Ryuu turns and shrugs, “either way… It’s none of my business what you do to yourself,” he turns his head, looking at the male “But, just so you know…”

“A few of your scars are infected.”

Zuki shakes his head, ignoring the brunette’s relaxed voice, quickly running towards him again, going in for another tackle. Ryuu turns to face Zuki, letting him get close before he disappears from the running teen. From the audience, Nirei can be seen scribbling on his notebook, Suo and Sakura watching in interest, same with Hiragi and Umemiya.

“D-did he just hit the splits?!”

“Who the hell is this kid?!!”

Togame’s and Tomiyama’s eyes widen as they watch the Bofurin member control his body to a split handstand. Ryuu smacks his legs closed along the Shishitoren member’s neck before pushing himself off of the floor, using the force of it to bring the other male down to the ground and make him at least winded. Ryuu lands standing, letting go of the guy's neck right when he lands so he hits his head harshly on the tiled floor of the stage.

Ryuu squats, grabbing Zuki by the neckline of his black shirt and bringing him up to his face. “You should really try to take care of yourself better!” he smiles menacingly before throwing the teens body to the emblem of Shishitoren “Or!”

Zuki’s face smacks the wall, but he catches himself before he falls, stumbling as he grabs his face.

He walks over to the Shishitoren member, grabbing him by his shoulder and pulling him back.

“Do you want to be another embarrassment in the name of Shishitoren?” Ryuu whispers in Zuki’s ear.

Zuki trembles, quickly turning and punching Ryuu in the face, who stumbles back slightly.

“YEAH!”

“HE- HE GOT A HIT ON HIM!” Nirei exclaims in fear.

“Osamu let him get a hit in,” Sakura states the obvious.

“Hey, Nirei,” Suo takes Nirei’s attention “What are you writing?”

“I’m just…” Nirei scribbles “Writing things I'm seeing right now, since I know nothing a-about Osamu-kun.”

Ryuu grabs his face tightly, hand covering his mouth as he steps back slightly before going into a stance, left leg and left hand forward while his right leg and right hand stay back. His right hand made a fist that was facing upwards, his left was open and palm was facing the crowd, a smile gracing his face.

“Let’s fight.”

The air surrounding Ryuu and Zuki changed. It was heavy and cold, serious and dreadful. Zuki pushes his foot into the ground before using the momentum of it to push himself and rush towards Ryuu, fists close to his face as he starts quickly punching at Ryuu. Most were getting dodged while others were getting blocked.

To the audience, it looked a bit like a cat fight.

“He’s… blocking all of my punches. Just what the fuck if this guy made of?’

Zuki’s fist is blocked, then he’s harshly hit by two fingers in the arm. Left first comes rushing towards Ryuu’s face, only for it to hit the male's palm. It is only when Ryuu dips down and hits black haired teen’s belly with his open-palmed right hand.

It was almost like slow motion when Zuki was pushed off of Ryuu, flying back and landing on his fists, only to double down, kneeling and holding his middle.

“Just… what the fuck did you do?” he coughs, glaring at his opponent. Zuki felt weak and completely tired as he gasped for air.

“Eh?” Ryuu tilts his head cutely “Oh! I’ve been hitting some specific parts of your body gently enough where you haven’t been feeling it, which stresses and bruises those parts. What must be happening is that your hormones must be signaling your body to fix up those places quickly, using the energy you didn’t get due to skipping out on lunch and breakfast.”

Zuki stares at him with wide eyes, one of them twitching as Ryuu pouts towards him.

The Shishitoren member stands up and runs towards Ryuu, successfully tackling him to get ground. Zuki grabs him by the hair and pulls at it, before smashing the male's head down. He does again, and one more time, before Ryuu’s legs contort in an inhuman way, hands coming up to his ears and palms on the tiles, and elbows facing up, before he pushes his torso upwards and makes Zuki get off of him. Zuki falls to the side, letting go of Ryuu’s hair as he watches in slight horror, the popping of bones moving from their places and back.

“A scar?” Nirei asks himself as he watches, grimacing at the movements of their member.

Hajime, Hiragi, Suo, Sugishita, and Sakura stay quiet as they watch Ryuu fix his body from the position it once was.

The sound resonated throughout the theater as the crowd watched in shock. Ryuu stands up straight, keeping his head down before turning around and walking towards Zuki. He smiles as he turns towards the male on the floor, shaking his arms to loosen them up. Zuki stands up, only to fall again, feeling weak in the legs.

“I…I can’t fight anymore…” he mumbles before falling forward, face hitting the floor.

Ryuu looks at the fallen teen, shrugs before walking up and crouching close to him, picking him up by the armpits and making him lean on him before moving to pick him up by the knees and throwing him over his shoulder and walking down the stairs.

When he reaches his seat, he places the Shishitoren teen a few seats away from him, opening a ball of gauze in his nostril that was bleeding from when he threw him at the wall. Ryuu touches the back of his head after he fixes up Zuki’s injury and infections on his wrists, bringing his hand back to see if it was bleeding. It wasn’t.

“O-Osamu-kun! W-what was that?!” Ryuu turns to see Nirei exclaim right behind him, a pen and his notebook.

“What was what?” Ryuu, comically turning into a chibi, tilts his head to the side.

“You-YOU THE SPLITS?? HOW DID YOU BEND YOUR BODY IN THAT WAY???” Nirei yells, not noticing he was getting closer and closer to Ryuu’s face. “HE BARELY EVEN HAS A SCRATCH ON HIM TOO< ALL YOU DID WHAT BLOCK AND DODGE W-”

“That’s enough Nirei,” Hajime says from behind, a large smirk on his face as he walks forward with his hands in his pockets and tilts his head. “Though, you sure are asking some questions that we do want answers to.”

“Eh?” Nirei turns from Umemiya to see Ryuu almost bent over backwards due to how close he was getting. “S-SORRY OSAMU-KUN!”

“Nah, it’s fine Nirei,” He stands up from his comical position, “I’m just flexible,” Ryuu scratches the back of his neck before he sits back down.

“Great job up there, Osamu-kun!” Suo says to him, his normal smile on his face.

“I guess… you did good…” Sakura pouts, making Hajime laugh, “Next time, just… don’t let them hit you because you wanna…”

“Oh! You-you noticed that?” Ryuu stutters.

“Of course I did.”

“Anyways-” Hajime starts, turning around and smiling “Those were some great moves Osamu-san! Keep it up.” Ryuu blushes lightly at the compliments.

Everyone goes back to their respective seats, people muttering and insulting both their own and their enemy before Togame starts speaking.

“All Riiiigghttt. Next up… so… who’s going next?” Togame asks, turning towards the Bofurin.

At that, Sakura stands up instantly, making a small clattering sound as he gets from his seat. “FINALLY! It’s my turn to-”

“!”

Sakura turns to see that Sako was already standing. Sako then pointed at Hiragi, eyes blank swirling with some type of emotion. Hiragi stands up, “Sorry, Sakura.”

“I’m fightin’ first.”

“HEY, HOLD ON A MINUTE!” Sakura yells a tick mark pulsing above his white eyebrow “THREE FIRST-YEARS ALREADY FOUGHT! SO WHY DO I HAVE TO WAIT?!”

“S-Sakura-san…” Nirei warns nervously.

“You’re going against Togame, right?”

Ryuu looks over at Togame who’s watching the scene with a bored gaze.

“And he doesn’t seem like he wants to fight yet,” Hiragi continues as he stretches his shoulder “Togame’s their second-in-command. Normally, I should be facin’ him, but…”

“WHAT,” Sakura yells, confused and angry “YOU WANNA SAY THAT I CAN’T WIN?!”

“Don’t get me wrong…” Hiragi turns towards the two toned teen “I’m leavin’ it in your hands.” Sakura stares at Hiragi, shocked before he blushes and throws himself back into his seat.

“I-I DON’T NEED YOU LEAVIN’ NOTHIN’ IN MY HANDS! I’LL STILL FIGHT HIM! AND BEAT HIS ASS!” Sakura crosses his arms angrily, hair poofing like a cat.

Ryuu snorts lightly, hand coming up to cover his lips.

“AND WHAT’S WITH SLANTY EYES OVER THERE?! THAT JERK CUT IN LINE!”

“Do they know each other?” Nirei asks no one in particular.

“Well,” Suo starts “it sure seems that way!”

“Hiragi…” Umemiya says, grabbing the first year's attention like he always does “He doesn’t usually talk about himself. But!” Umemiya smirks.

“It’s not really all that surprising… If he really does know someone outside of Furin.”

Sako fixes his shoes before standing. “Sako-cchaaaan! Go get him!” Tomiyama encourages the foxy teen who just nods at him.

“Sako.”

Togame grabs his attention. “I never thought you’d challenge someone on a one-on-one by yourself.”

“Did something happen… between you and Hiragi?”

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A/N: Sorry if these are coming a bit later than usual sweets! I'm moving but I'M TryING MY BEST LOVELIES!

Anyways, for the 10th chapter, if you guys wanna ask some questions for the characters, Ryuu, or myself I'm planning to add a BREAK and I want it to be quite long <3

Please interact if you want, I need validation LMAO.

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

[breezypunk]

A beat up car, great company, and no definitive destination. just the open road and the wind in their hair. ♥

[aceywhomps]

my wind breaker oc..... scratches head....

he's a bofurin second year and apart of the jikoku team... he's inspired by vkei and schtuff yk...

im also living out my cringe childhood fantasies by shipping him with a canon character because im cringe but at least i have the freedom to do cringe things ✊✊

my thanks to the friend who enabled all of this bullshit btw, i love you

[lightlia]

Priority Needed - Wind Breaker Joker ff series

Part 1 

[more parts will be there soon]

“You know what would be cool?”

“Like what?”

Turning to face the front, “Jumping off this building right now.”

εїз

εїз Sunny High School εїз

“Hey, sis. My baby sister! You got some money on you right now? I really need some money to pay for something.” 

“No.”

“Oh, c’mon, Lily. I need some to get some movie tickets for my date.”

“With Jordan?”

“LILY, PLEASE. YOUR BROTHER REALLY NEEDS IT!”

“Call dad and get him to send money to you.”

Walking away from her brother, Dom, Lily walked to the bathroom to find Aria who told her to meet there. Lily, whose full name is Kang Nali and the younger sister of Dom Kang, had no idea why Aria wanted to meet her there because there were more locations to talk at. But whatever Aria thought to talk in secret then Lily had no objection to it.

“Hey, Aria. What do you want to talk about?” Lily asked out loud upon entering the bathroom but got her mouth covered up by Aria when she came rushing at her.

“Lower your volume. Shelly is in here and I don’t want her to know what we’re gonna talk about.”

“Mmpf mmpf mfpf?” Lily mumbled as Aria’s hand was still on her mouth which could be translated to Shelly’s in here?

“Shushhhh~~”

“Wait, I heard Lily’s voice. Lily, are you out there?” Shelly’s voice came from one of the bathroom stalls caused Aria and Lily to look at each other.

“I told you to keep it quiet when you walk in here, Lily.” Aria nagged Lily as the latter gave her a confused look before answering Shelly’s calling her.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Lily answered.

“Great, Lily. Don’t go anywhere. I need to tell you something.” Shelly responded back as the two girls outside heard her flushing down the toilet and hurrying from the inside. 

Shelly opened the door and got out with her bag in hand, stepping quickly to where Lily was standing and showed the latter what was on her phone. “You’ve gotta tell your dad what Dom has been getting on lately. I swear he doesn’t go training with all of us anymore, he goes somewhere else, skipping our routine practices.”

“Send those pictures to me; I’ll show dad about this to get more money to my bank account. Hehehe.” 

“You two are exactly the same.” Shelly uttered as she airdropped the pictures to Lily’s phone and messed her hair in the process. “Gotta go. I need to go bother someone real quick.”

She winked as Lily got what she meant and Shelly ran out of the bathroom with a smile on her face. Lily then turned back to Aria and saw that she was upset about something. “Hey, what’s wrong? You can tell me everything that bothers you.”

Aria sighed, chasing away all the bad energies surrounding her. “It’s just that Jay thinks of me as a random underclassman. Nothing more than that.”

“I’ll ask my brother what Jay thinks of you, Aria. I’m sure he wouldn’t think of you this way.”

“I tried everything to get his attention but his attention is always on the competition and Shelly. I don’t know why he wouldn’t pay attention to me even a little bit. I just want him to look at me like he looks at Shelly.” Aria cried into her arms and Lily had no other options but to console her; though she never understood the one-sided love, she felt the pain of Aria as she didn’t want her to lose herself for loving Jay when he didn’t even pay any attention to the girl at all.

Her brother was also a lovesick puppy as well; He, who had a crush on the twin sister of Minu, cried to Lily all the time about her ignoring him. He even went to sleep in her room because he said he wanted to get comfort from her. He’d been like this since they were kids, even their dad said nothing about it.

εїз Hallway εїз

“LILY!! MY BABY SISTER!! COME AND GIVE YOUR BROTHER A HUG!” Lily heard her brother yell out to her while she was on her way with Aria back to class but she guessed her brother came looking for her or something again this time. Lily watched her brother, Dom, running up to her and jumped to hug her as she couldn’t get away from him.

“LILY!! I want you to know that I always love you and I will always protect you from any harm coming your way. Trust me, my baby sister.” As Dom said that, he brushed his face with hers which to Lily who used to it already, seemed normal but to others, it looked like a creep.

Lily had to push her brother off so that everyone wouldn’t whisper so loud around them, “You gotta stop doing this when we’re in school. These people are whispering loudly among themselves.”

As she said that, Dom looked around the hallway and saw that everyone was looking at them and some had their phones up recording them like they were animals. He walked up to them and,

“Did you get good pictures of us together? Send them to me!” Dom exclaimed as he hopped around to look at others’ phones as Lily deadpanned at her brother’s excitement over their pictures being taken.

“I can’t believe we are twins.”

Minu stood next to Lily, agreeing with what she said. “People can really tell you two apart because even though you two are twins, they would know that you are you and Dom is Dom.”

“You’re just saying the same thing.”

“Right, but people from the outside wouldn’t know that you two are twins until they see you and him with your dad.”

Lily shrugged, “I rather have people not knowing me and Dom are twins than anything.”

“What happened? What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Those three idiots keep bugging me to ask Dom to let them into The Hummingbird Crew. I told them to talk with Dom themselves but they kept bugging me until I exploded on them last week.”

εїз Last week εїз

“Please, Lily. Tell your brother to let us in too. We’re also good at cycling as well. We can do what they are doing too.” One of the three kids in her class begged her after they found her walking home with Jordan from the usual hangout with him. And they had to stop her as she wanted to go home and sleep the entire day off but these three kids had to run up to her and almost knocked her to the other side when they couldn’t stop running to her.

“What do you want? Also, did you just stalk me so that you can come and tell me to talk to my brother?”

“Not that kind of stalking. We just happened to find you here and…”

“And what? Why don’t you go and talk with him alone and not get me involved in this? WHY ARE YOU BEING A COWARD AND NOT GO TO HIM YOURSELF? I’M FUCKING TIRED OF LISTENING TO YOU BEGGING ME ALL THE FUCKING TIME WHEN YOU SHOULD’VE USED ALL THOSE TIMES TO GO TALK TO DOM!!?!”

The three guys stepped away as Lily pushed them out of the way and Jordan almost jumped to bite them but she pulled him off and went home, being so angry about it.

εїз

“You’re going home alone again, Lily?” Dom asked her as he was waiting by his bike with his friends ready to go train. He wanted to see his baby sister get out of school so that he could go train with a relaxed mind. 

“Yeah. You go and train now after I told Dad about it?” She smirked as Dom’s face turned sour after being scolded by his dad through the phone during his break time.

He laid his hand on Lily’s shoulder, “You know you don’t have to tell Dad what I did or didn’t do, Lily.”

“But I got money out of this, anyway. So, no.”

“WHAT?!?”

“Anyway, I have to go now. See ya at home, big brother!” Lily made a big heart over her head and hopped off the school ground, walking the opposite way to somewhere.

“WAIT!! WHAT!! DID YOU JUST SAY YOU MAKE MONEY OUT OF SNITCHING TO DAD!? LILY!! KANG NALI!!”

“Dom, calm down.” Minu and June tried to calm the guy down and it seemed to be ineffective.

“CALM DOWN!? HOW AM I CALMING DOWN WHEN MY TWIN SISTER SNITCHED ON ME TO GET SOME MONEY?!? KANG NALI, YOU COME BACK HERE!”

She heard her brother yell out as she hopped around excitedly. With the money that her dad sent to her this afternoon, she had the opportunity to go somewhere and buy something for someone she liked. It was laughable to see that the daughter of a gang leader had a crush on someone that could be considered to be an enemy to the gang because he beat up her brother. 

And if Dom were to know about her crush on the person who had a fight with him, he wouldn’t stay still and would cause something between the two of them. It was only a matter of time until Dom would find out about his baby sister’s immense feeling for the underground fighter. 

Lily walked close to where she would see the guy and his team hanging around and as she turned the corner at the convenient store, she finally saw them, especially the guy that she had a huge crush on.

Joker of the Sabbath Team.

“Hey! Where have you been off this whole day?” Lily asked as she walked up to them, seeing that Wooin gave half of the money to Joker and the latter counted the money. She then walked closer to stand next to Joker who hadn’t noticed her yet.

“Oh, Lily. Didn’t see ya there, princess.” Wooin uttered as he gazed at Lily with the usual smile on his face, pulling a candy out from his pocket to give to her. She accepted it because the only thing that could actually connect her and Wooin together other than the adrenaline rush was candies. It was the thing that tied them to tolerate each other.

Wooin continued, “School's done for today?”

“Yeah, what about you guys? Done with your errands?”

This remark made Wooin smirked at Lily; it’s becoming clearer to him that she knew what he and his team were doing. It had become apparent for him to start getting really, really close to her so that he could get a job with her dad. 

He had a purpose and by engaging with the daughter of a gang leader would benefit him in the long term. He then had his arm around Lily’s shoulder, getting real close to her when she wasn’t really paying much attention to him but to only Joker. “So, your dad…Does he need any errand completed for him?”

“No, all the errands are being done by his gang. I don’t think he needs your help but thanks for asking, Wooin.”

“I’m going home.” Joker uttered as he turned back, not even looking or speaking to Lily once.

Lily saw this and became quite sad that he didn’t pay much attention to her. And while Lily was feeling sad about it, Wooin exclaimed to Joker, “Dude, we’re going to some barbecue and you decided to dip out?”

“I gotta make food for my younger brothers.”

Without saying anything else, he walked off to his house probably as Lily watched him walking away without saying anything to her. She felt all kinds of emotions right now and Wooin cursed under his breath but she didn’t really care about him; her crush wasn’t him, Joker was her crush.

“I’m going home too.” Lily uttered as she walked away from Wooin when he was quick to grab her wrist.

“Hold on, you’re not going home so fast.” He said, pulling the money out of his pocket. “We’re going to barbecue together.”

εїз Barbecue Restaurant εїз

“You want to get with Joker so bad, don’t you?” Wooin asked, sipping on his coke while his hands were busy with grilling the meat.

“How do you know?”

“Everyone knows among us, even Joker knows that himself.” 

Lily, after hearing that, accidentally swallowed water into the wrong hole which caused her to cough until she got a red face. “What?!”

“You thought he wouldn’t get the hint, didn’t you? The tall idiot sees and hears everything; it’s just that he doesn’t talk that much. He keeps a lot to himself so if he were to talk about you crushing on him, that would be just a dream.”

“Oh god…How am I going to face him now?”

Wooin chuckled, “Just let it go with the flow. Everything will be fine.”

“How would you know that?”

Without saying anything else, Wooin just smirked as he plopped a piece of meat into his mouth.

εїз Home; Dinner Time εїз

“Dad, listen to me. Lily didn’t mean what she said when she told you about me not training with the team. She’s obviously lying to get money out of you.” Dom tried to talk to their dad as they were having their dinner together after not having one for a very long time. Pulling all types of faces to convince their dad, Dom kinda gave up along the way because it looked like their dad was really paying much attention to the subject.

“Lily, you’re not having a second?” Their dad asked.

She shook her head, “No, I’m full. Thanks, Dad.” She then turned to face Dom and made a mocking expression, “Enjoy your dinner with Dad, big brother!” and hopped to her bedroom excitedly.

As Lily finally arrived at her bedroom, she immediately locked the door as she didn’t want Dom to come in and sleep in her room again this time. She had something to say to Joker and she didn’t want her brother to know about this or he might go and finish his business with Joker. After all, no brothers would want their sisters to date someone whom they had issues with. Especially guys like Joker who Dom tried to warn Lily a lot.

She grabbed her phone and immediately went to text Joker whom she was fortunate enough to get directly from. She wanted to know if he did know about her crushing on him. She needed to hear it from him instead and not from Wooin who could be saying anything because he wanted to tease her about this.

Hi! I’m not bothering you right now, am I?

Read 8:48pm

Yeah, Joker wasn’t the type to text someone back. He was more keen on talking instead of texting. She knew that but she didn’t want other ears to hear what she was going to say anyway.

Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you. Good night.

Uhh, stupid Lily! Why would you go and text him when you know he won’t answer back? Lily cursed herself as she put down her phone and slipped herself under the cover. She was shaken inside as the consequence of her action finally caught up to her. Why would she go and text Joker? What, trying to get him to tell her that he knows she was having a crush on him?

This was so stupid; why would you do that, Lily Kang?!!

[Insert phone’s ringtone here]

Lily turned to her side and picked the phone up and widened her eyes before getting up and clearing her throat. She swiped to answer and put the phone close to her ears.

“Hello, Joker.”

“Sorry, I was busy putting my brothers to sleep. What do you want to talk about?” His voice was very enticing; it could literally put her to sleep if he continued to talk like this on the phone with her. 

Then, she came back from reality and started speaking straight to the point as she knew Joker didn’t like it if someone wasted his time by not getting to the point. “Wooin told me that you knew that I like you more than friends.”

“Hmm..”

“Did you? I mean it’s cool that you know, y’know? It’s probably whatever, anyway. You probably don’t have the time to think about getting into a relationship with anyone right now. So, hahah.” Lily rambled on and Joker just kept listening to her talking when his mouth curved up into a smile at her rambling.

“So, uhh. What are you up to now?” She changed the subject as she felt embarrassed after rambling on about her crush on him. She could feel her cheeks burning up after indirectly confessing to him on the phone and whatnot. 

“I’d like to try going on a date with you.”

“Oohh, a date.. That’s what you're up to.” She smiled before the realization started to hit her. “Wait, a date with me?!?”

“Yeah, Wooin told me to get together with you so that I could learn a thing or two from you.”

“Wait, Wooin told you to do that?” That fucking asshole, I swear I will beat his ass when I see him. Lily thought to herself as she heard Joker respond.

“Not that it was an obligation to get with you. He just threw that sentence out just for fun and I picked it up and acted on it. Besides, you were trying so hard to get my attention.”

Then she heard a small chuckle coming from him and she swore she could float to the sky. Must be god’s gift to finally hear him chuckle, even if it was just a small one, it was enough to make her heart skip a beat. But, hey, did he just take a jab at her trying to get his attention all these times?

“Hey, I did that because I wanted you to notice me. Even this evening, I stood next to you but you didn’t notice me. Only Wooin noticed me and gave me candy.” She retorted as she heard him sigh through the phone.

“Sorry about that. I was thinking about my brothers so I wasn’t paying any attention to my surroundings.”

“So, uhh. When is your next fight? I want to come and support you.” She questioned, pulling a move that her brother taught her so many times and those many times, she ignored it because it sounded so stupid to her and now look at her, she used that technique to be with Joker all the time.

“It’s two days from now. If you wanna come, I’ll tell the guys in the front to let you in.”

“Great!! I want to. Just text me the location and I’ll be at your every fight!”

“Hmm…” He hummed and before the two of them hung up, Joker had one last thing to tell her. “Lily, let’s go on a date tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at your school if you want.”

Lily genuinely smiled and uttered calmly which put his heart on a treadmill. “Alright, I’ll text you my school’s location. See you tomorrow.”

“Alright, bye. Good night.”

She smiled widely at his words, “Good night.”

Bidding each other goodnight, Joker went to bed with a smile on his face for the first time in a long time while Lily was screaming in excitement under her blanket so loud that Dom ran to check on her.

“BABY SISTER!! WHAT HAPPENS?? IS SOMEONE INSIDE OF YOUR ROOM AND TRYING TO ATTACK YOU?”

Lily heard that outside of her room and then Dom shouted for someone to get a spare key from Dad’s room. “Get me the spare key; My baby sister is getting attacked!!” 

“STAY AWAY FROM MY ROOM!! I’M DOING OK AND THERE’S NO ONE IN HERE WITH ME!!”

“GET ME THE FUCKING KEY!!”

“STAY AWAY!!!!”

As on Joker’s side, he was still looking at his screen that showed Lily’s number. If it was one thing that got him to be able to smile even if it was just a small one, it was Lily and it was enough to get him to smile. For someone like him who was considered the freak and the money-chasing asshole, he never thought to have someone like him and bypass all of his negative traits. And for someone like Lily who was a level higher than him, he felt like he was blessed to have her like him. 

As for the date thing, of course, Wooin told him to get close to Lily and date her but Joker didn’t do that because he wanted something benefiting them. He really wanted to have a relationship and Lily was the one that he wanted to get with. Maybe he could try to learn how to read people’s moods from Lily.

“Date Lily and maybe you could get her to tell her brother that you want to have a talk with him.” Wooin uttered as he stood next to the tall guy, looking elsewhere.

“Her brother’s Dom?”

“Yeah and they’re twins. Everytime you look at Lily’s face, you would see her brother’s face too.”

Joker scoffed as he pushed his phone into his pocket, “Me dating her would be a real thing and not for our benefits. It’s mine.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, man. She’s gonna beat my ass when she sees me tomorrow or something. Aish, why would you say that I told you to get together with her?” 

Saying that, Wooin walked to step on one of the guys that ambushed them as Joker slightly smiled at the thought of him going to pick Lily up from school before he went on to fight some more. 

εїз

Walking down the hallway with her brother’s arm around her shoulders, Lily was feeling pumped up as she was excited for the later day. It was the usual scene for students to see upon seeing the twins walking down the hallway and being super close to one another; the one thing that was quite unusual for them to see was that Lily and Dom didn’t come to school together and walk down the hallway with their arms around their shoulders. That was the only unusual thing to see the Kangs being like this.

“What’re you gonna do if your score doesn’t reflect well on your report card?” Lily asked, looking at her phone while Dom turned upset about his report card last month.

“I don’t even want to know what I’m gonna do. My dream of making music would look dark to me.”

“You just gotta have Yuna around you all the time to encourage you to learn, brother. I’m not gonna help you all the time when you don’t even want my help.”

Dom groaned, “Yeah, but what can you say about my character? I don’t want to study so…”

“Then say goodbye to your music-making career.” She stuck her tongue out at Dom and walked into their classroom, taking a seat next to each other.

“Morning, Lily!! Did you get my Kakao this morning?” Shelly came into the classroom and shouted for Lily as she waved her hand at the latter.

Lily then winked, “Do you really wanna do this, Shelly? Would he get so embarrassed to not want to come to class?”

“LILY!!”

“Kidding… Ooh, Jay.” Lily had her hand out for Jay to drop something and Jay grumbled under his breath as he took his notebook from yesterday’s lesson and gave it to Lily.

εїз Break Time εїз

Lily got up as the bell rang across the school when her brother, Dom, asked her. “Where are you going? I thought we’re going to get something to eat with the team.”

“I’ll be back soon. I need to go somewhere.”

“Where… Lily?” Dom watched his sister walk out of the classroom, making a beeline for something.

“Where’s she going?” Minu walked to Dom’s chair, asking about Lily since they were both needed to complete an assignment with his older twin sister, Yuna.

“She wouldn’t tell me, dude. We’re just gonna have to wait for her at our usual spot.”

Lily walked down to find Aria as she had something to tell her since the last incident Aria had with Jay and Lily didn’t want Aria to feel sad that her crush on Jay wasn’t going as well as she wanted to. She needed to console the poor girl–

“Without any pain, you wouldn’t get the gain. You need to persist more. No pain, no gain.” Lily heard someone talking behind the wall to the stairs to another floor.

“Sure, I’ll keep fighting for the love I have for Jay.” Then she heard Aria’s voice so clearly and without a doubt, she ran to see Aria and saw that she was with this Owen guy who was infatuated with Shelly.

Upon seeing him, Lily groaned. “Uhh, it’s you.”

“You got a problem with me?”

“Very much indeed.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate because I don’t interact with those who aren’t in my field of interest.” Owen retorted and Lily took another jab at him.

“Neither do I but here we are.” Then Lily paid no more attention to Owen and grabbed Aria’s wrist, trying to pull her away from him. “Let’s go, Aria. You’re not gonna get any good from this guy.”

“You aren’t going anywhere with her. I still have something more with her.” Owen tried to stop Lily by grabbing Aria’s other wrist.

“With what? Encourage her to be persistent with her crushing on Jay or something else? Because I doubt you would have any good ideas.”

Owen scowled, “Did you just insult my intelligence?”

“When did I ever do that?”

“They look like they are fighting for Aria. Why is Aria in the middle of them arguing? Do you get what they are talking about?”

Lily and Aria heard the students’ talking about the scene in front of them but for Lily, she didn’t give a damn about it and continued on.

“You think by pushing this phrase No pain, No gain is gonna help her when clearly everyone could see the opposite of it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with giving her the motivation to get what she wants. I want Shelly and she wants Jay.”

“You sound like an obsessed freak. You gotta stop. This isn’t good for your mental health.”

He frowned, “Me? An obsessed freak?”

“Yes, do you need Shelly to say it to you for you to realize the reality? She loves someone else and not you. Geez, this idiot.” Lily spoke Korean in the last sentence because she was frustrated with this guy.

“Did you just call me an idiot in Korean?” Owen asked her as the sentence that she pronounced made sense to him.

“Oh, you do understand that? I thought you didn’t because it seemed to me that you don’t have the brain to realize the reality.”

“You!” 

“Let’s go, Aria. You don’t need to take his words into account. Everything this guy said was just rubbish.” Lily told Aria as she was finally able to pull her out of the situation and she didn’t notice the glare from Owen. 

This guy wouldn’t hold grudges but for this girl, Lily, he held grudges against her.

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After the bell finally rang as the signal for students to go home, the teacher teaching in the Hummingbird Crew’s (except Vinny) classroom still had a lot more to tell the students.

“Before you go home, I want you to fully focus on the group assignment that I put last week. Don’t forget that and the exam test will be here sooner than later so be paranoid about it.” 

After he said that, all the students groaned in their seats because when they wanted a free time to relax, the teacher had to tell them the bad news to drop that relaxing thought.

Then Dom turned to his sister with the puppy eyes he could garner, “Baby sister… Help me with the upcoming exam.”

Without looking at him, Lily denied. “No.”

“Oh, c’mon. I’ll pay you 150,000 won an hour.”

“200,000 won an hour.”

“That’s a deal.” Dom then grabbed his sister’s hand and shook it to seal the deal. 

That was also the usual sibling’s interaction, using money as a way to make a deal with the closest people. People started to get used to that already.

Then she suddenly stood up as the excitement of going out on a date with her crush bubbled up inside of her so Lily went out of the classroom in a hurry while her brother and her friends were shouting for her but she paid no heed to it and ran for the front gate.

Dom and his friends, on the other hand, went to the window and tried to find Lily among the students who got out of school and finally saw Lily rushing to the outside of the school gate with a huge smile on her face which got Dom to be curious about it. 

“What made her smile like that?”

Then Shelly went to the window, standing near him. “Maybe she finally got a boyfriend?”

“WHAT?!?”

“I mean it can be possible. Seeing how her smile stretches itself almost to her ears could mean several things and one of them is her boyfriend.”

“If my baby sister has a boyfriend, she would tell dad and me and not keep it a secret to herself, Shelly. I know my sister well.” Dom uttered as his eyes landed on Lily who unconsciously looked over to the window of her classroom and they both met eyes until Dom saw that his sister was sticking her tongue out at him.

“Why,,,she,,. This girl! I’m coming down to beat your ass, Lily!!” He shouted as soon as his hand unlatched the lock on the window and scared the hell out of the students who walked through the gate.

“Dom, no!” Shelly and Minu each grabbed Dom’s arms while Jay was ready with his book swinging at Dom.

It was like a miracle for Jay to join in with the shenanigans with the team so whenever Dom tried to stop Lily from doing anything, the gang was ready to stop him at all costs.

Lily went to the corner of the school as she saw a tall figure out of the normal height of all students there so she ran up to the guy that she always had her eyes on. The moment was very monumental for her so the fact that Joker picked her up from school to go on a date with him was like a dream come true for Lily. She had achieved one of her ultimate goals; now she has got to hide this thing from her brother especially because she didn’t think he would appreciate seeing his sister dating the enemy(?).

When she finally arrived at the place where Joker waited for her, it was behind a big tree at the corner of the school wall and this spot was the best to hide from her brother’s eagle eyes. Didn’t want him to see who she’s going with.

“Hi!” She exclaimed as the moment had finally arrived. “Shall we go now?”

Joker waved his hand, nodding and offering to hold Lily’s hand. “Sure. I found a place that would suit your taste.”

To be continued [if this goes well]

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give.

> idol!jungkook x f!reader / angst, fluff, suggestive / wc: 8.3k

> warnings: mention of infidelity (no one did u can breathe ily), mention of a classmate slipping their number in oc’s pocket and oc feeling unsafe, mention of puking, mentions & allusion to s/x, alcohol consumption, making out, boob!e fondle, gr*nding kinda? jungkook is hard™️ they’re so in love it’s sickening

> in which masterlist!

playlist! and if/or when - ruel / hate everything - jungkook cover (gsoul) / hits different - taylor swift / statue - lil’ eddie / i wouldn’t ask you - clairo (i had to get in the zone & this is so oc-coded i need u to listen i’m so srs)

next: in which you don’t want to give up jungkook (even when he gave you reasons to, even if they give you reasons to).

note: this was a journey. happened back in june 2019.!! i’m ripping off the bandaid <3 deep sigh writing this made me realize how my babies have come so far. hopefully will follow up with a fluffy fluff lowkey inspired by the underwear live soonest lols i’m excited for it 2 stay tuned 🫂 reblogs & feedback are much appreciated <3

—

you forgot the walls of the apartment building you’re living in are thin. a small portion of the white paint has been chipped off, it looks like a birth mark, you note — except it’s not, and you’re the one who caused the irregularity.

your favorite glass is scattered across the kitchen floor, reduced to shards and to sparkling pieces almost as miniscule as dust. you don’t know what came over you. you don’t know why you threw it at the wall instead of filling it with cold water to only drink three sips like you usually do.

just when you thought you’ve been faring well in holding yourself together today, a fresh wave of sorrow overwhelms you. your knees buckle as you begin weeping, the loudest you’ve been since this nightmare has started. it swallows the knocking sounds at your door, but it’s still not loud enough to quell jungkook’s quivering voice playing like a broken record on loop inside your head.

“we should end this… i think it’s for the best, before we get drained.”

the rain is coming down fiercely and you’re freezing inside his car, parked outside your apartment. after all, his balenciaga windbreaker can only do so much against the blasted airconditioner. your throat is painfully dry, and your hands and face are numb from the piercing cold. but those are the least of your concerns because you feel like your head had just been dunked in ice water. the sting in your eyes are burning warmer as the seconds fly by and the muffled sounds of the torrential raindrops drum frantically in your ears. they’re clouding the car windows, mirroring jungkook’s tear-stained cheeks.

“i’m leaving again in three weeks. and i’m leaving again next year… and i’ll be gone again soon after that for a long time. i-i don’t know when i’m coming home, ___.” he pauses. the heel of palms press against his eyes, as if that could possibly barricade the saltwater leaking from them. “i never know where my life is taking me and you have your own… there’s too much-too much going on. i think that i’m just wasting your time, that this isn’t- it’s not going anywhere.”

“open the door! hello?! ___!”

“what do you want?!” you seeth in annoyance, swinging the door open to reveal your pesky neighbor.

he scratches the top of his head awkwardly at the sight of the mess that you greeted him with, having not bothered to pretend that you weren’t wailing your heart out.

”hey, i know you’re going through something…” his lips remain parted as he struggles to find the correct word, his right eye twitching voluntarily. “soul-crushing? right now. but i heard glass breaking and i was concerned that you, uhm, might’ve hurt yourself.”

the apparent nervousness and sincerity in his actions pull you out from the isolating disassociation you’ve imprisoned yourself in. you feel humiliated, presenting yourself in your most pitiful form infront of a kid two years younger than you. you envy him for having it together after storming out of his parents’ house while you-

“i’m not hurt. it was just an accident.”

you’re shamelessly lying infront of his face because the truth makes you feel too ashamed of yourself.

he only nods, smiling in relief. “i don’t know how to help make you feel better, so i just brought honey like i used to do before.”

you sigh, the familiar jar of honey and its red checkered lid waving at you like an old friend. has it been a year?

“bro, i told you i can’t accept this anymore.”

“you and your boyfriend already broke up. what’s the big deal?”

you have never wanted to smack someone more, the genuine confusion painted on his face feels like an infuriatingly harsh slap to yours.

“he wasn’t threatened by your honey, you dipshit. we just found out my blood sugar was getting a bit high!”

“oh- i’m so-”

you angrily slam the door shut. the silence you’re left with is suffocating, and you find yourself breaking down again.

he jumps in surprise when you open the door again, yelling- “and we’re not broken up!” before ripping away the jar of honey from his sweaty palms. he’s left completely flabbergasted, an inexplicable heaviness weighing on his chest when he hears your sniffling from the other side of the hard-wood.

“does that mean i can deliver again next week? i have too much in my kitchen…”

he doesn’t receive a snarky answer, surprisingly, so he continues talking.

“and f-y-i, your left cheek is bleeding! you might want to check on that!”

—

“you didn’t even give me any signs…”

you inhale a deep, shaky breath in a fragile attempt of keeping your composure. you want to scream, rip apart this thick tension with your bare hands, and force him to admit that this is just some kind of sick joke. you finally see him in person after months and all he has for you is a gift bag filled to the brim with heartbreak. this is too casually cruel, not something you would’ve expected from your jungkook.

“do you really mean that? or is there something else you’re not saying…? look at me.” you plead, weakly tugging at the hem of his long-sleeved shirt. the horrors of long-distance relationship stories claw their way out of your skin, adding fuel to the fire of your deepest fear. “you didn’t cheat on me, right? that can’t be it. we- we always-”

after you ended your last relationship, you cried at the parking lot of your university and continued living your life the next morning as if nothing happened at all. you did it all for yourself, anyway. he was gradually tearing down your confidence and your dignity; and you didn’t want to become a person the future you would despise for not being wiser, stronger.

and here you are at present day: spending the cozy sunday night solving chemistry problems on your desk. you have a blue bandaid plastered on your face and a cheek full of fruit and honey. and you would say you’re fine, but jungkook wasn’t here to sweetly dote on you while treating your wound. he isn’t here to taste the honey from your lips with that coquettish smirk of his. he isn’t laying on your bed, fighting to stay awake because he wants to fall asleep with you as his pillow.

no matter how hard you try to shut out this thought, it keeps knocking on the door. he’s going to be doing these sweet nothings for a different person when he finally reaches a more stable place in his life. you want to kneel on the ground, beg the heavens to meddle with destiny and never let you hear about it.

because that means he will never set foot in your apartment again, and the personal belongings you left in his room will be thrown out to erase the traces you left behind.

so this is how it begins.

the ugliest parts of you are swimming to the surface, tying themselves around your ankles because jungkook took away the ground from beneath your feet after unearthing your soul and… nothing makes sense to you anymore. if you wake up every morning to tend to your garden, and you look outside the window to learn that the sun has stopped burning, what do you have left?

your lips inevitably curve into a frown, but you inhale a sharp breath, patting your eyes dry before they can smudge the black ink on your notepad. and then you dip a strawberry in honey for the third time.

—

“no, baby, no- that’s not it.”

the dread and insecurity weaved into the cracks of your voice fill him with nausea and panic. he captures your frigid hand with haste, firmly holding it to his pounding chest.

“i would never do that to you. just the thought alone fucking disgusts me… you’re the only one. you’ve ruined me for everybody else.”

“then why are you giving up on me? am i becoming a burden?”

jungkook feels painfully numb, mind floating as the buildings outside the window get left behind him as a mere, passing blur.

“yah, jungkook-ah. are you crying?”

a torturous moment of silence passes as he struggles to find his voice. his tongue is tied, and his lost eyes are betraying the nights he spent practicing how to explain himself to you. back then, the reasoning he curated made sense. but faced with the consequences of his actions, the love of his life’s brain running a thousand miles per hour, recording a tale of woe and heartache on his passenger seat — he has never felt this much loathing for himself and his weaknesses.

you release a shaky breath, patting his rosy cheeks dry with your sleeves. you smile at him kindly, and he watches you in sheer disbelief. he can’t fathom the perpetual luck he’s been blessed with that he met, who he believes to be, the purest soul to grace this corrupted world. they’re damp with your tears, so it’s practically useless, but the sweet gesture is a stray beam of sunlight in the midst of the dull gray clouds.

the comforting rubs on his shoulder extracts him from his torturous thoughts, and only then does he feel the wetness on his face.

“you’ve been holding it back for the past week. just cry it out.”

he nods wordlessly, hiding himself in the fleece blanket from his lap. yoongi can feel a lump forming in his throat as he witnesses his youngest brother breaking down, jungkook’s pain also being his pain. as a group who’s been living together for the past decade, no one will be able to empathize with them as well each other. especially during times like this.

“___ hasn’t called?”

jungkook shakes his head wistfully, wiping away the tears that slid down his nose. he is dying to send you a text message, worried sick, and still used to hearing about your day the same way he is used to sleeping on his stomach.

“hyung,” the sound of the word borders on a sob. “it’s over. this is killing me… it’s all my fault.”

“but isn’t that what you wanted?”

“exactly. so why am i crying?” his hands ball into closed fists. “i’m an asshole.”

“enough of that!” yoongi loudly whines out his scolding. ”we all know you had your reason.”

“but, hyung, i fucked up!” he tenses up, blurting out the acknowledgement that’s been haunting him day and night. “she told me the most romantic thing and i felt so… fuck, i’m so angry at myself. i ruined everything. and i’m scared that i’d end up making things worse if i try fixing it.”

“stop beating yourself up. we can’t solve things this way.” yoongi grabs a bottle of water from the cupholder between them, twisting the cap open before handing it to jungkook. “drink first.”

once he starts drinking, he realizes that his throat has been awfully dry and sore. it’s most probably best for him to rest his voice. he can already foresee the concert rehearsal being absolute hell tomorrow. if he can’t sing, he doesn’t know how else he’s supposed to keep himself sane.

“talk to me. what did she say?”

“you’re the first person i’ve fallen in love with, do you know that?”

and with that revelation, he loses the warmth of your touch, and he comes crashing down like a wingless aircraft.

“i also need time to think about it. that’s only fair, right? that i get to decide, too…?” you swallow thickly, lips parting as if the words are resisting to come out of your mouth.

he looks at you with an emotion you can’t name, a push and pull between longing and trepidation.

if this was a movie, he would brave the rain and somehow perfectly deliver a poetically romantic speech that would sway your heart. if this was a movie, you would take a warm bath together, make out in the bathtub, and make love on your bed. if this was a movie, the day would end with the two of you tangled up, peacefully asleep and rhythmic breathing in sync. but he knows you. apparently not as well as he thought, but to some extent, he knows you. if he pulls you closer in the heat of the moment, you would feel suffocated and defensive and you would push him away; and he would lose you for good. that much he knows. so he lets you leave and he stays in the car— heartbroken, crestfallen, and regretful, because he might’ve just recklessly thrown away the best gift the universe has ever given him.

“i was thinking about how she never would’ve made this much sacrifices and efforts for anyone else and i feel like… i- it’s all going to waste because our future is uncertain. i can’t be committed to her as much as she is committed to me. and, and i felt like the guilt was eating away at me, you know? i wasn’t thinking straight.” jungkook chews on his bottom lip, a last ditch effort to prevent himself from sobbing. “it just… consumed me? like i was drowning… and all i could smell and taste was the saltwater.”

“i see,” yoongi sighs, crossing his legs and intertwining his fingers infront of his stomach as he finds the right words to say. “that’s a normal response. our brain is a very complex friend… but you know, everything i’ve been through as myself and as a part of our team, hmmm, they taught me that there are times when a problem doesn’t necessarily need a solution per se. you just keep going until the fog clears up and then you move past it.”

fuck, jungkook needs a glass of whiskey. or two. or twelve. he listens intently despite seeming like he’s spacing out.

“this won’t last forever and time slips away from us without us even noticing. you should do what you want to do. if we’re going to deprive ourselves of good things, what will we have left after everything is over? money we can’t spend in one lifetime? there’s no happiness in that.”

yoongi frowns, wishing he could do more to alleviate the weight hanging on jungkook’s shoulders.

“you deserve love outside all the noise, too. focus on the present which you can still control and deal with the future when it arrives. if you do otherwise, you’ll just be tormenting yourself… and i know it’s easier said than done but! do you want to hear something i’ve had on my mind lately?”

with a flushed face and swollen eyes, he tilts his head to curiously spy on his hyung.

“what is it?”

“your motivation to work out after our shows is so you can stay awake and spend time with her. that’s why you fall asleep everywhere else. do you know how scary and endearing it is to watch that? is that what you call ‘not being committed enough’?”

yoongi fails to hide his gummy smile, body vibrating with silent laughter as pictures of jungkook falling asleep standing up flash before his eyes.

“seriously, you punk! you scare me! i just pass out and die straight after while you- really, you’re really unbelievable. i envy you. for being able to love with everything you have until they break your heart. i mean it!”

“but i’m the one who broke their heart this time.” jungkook somberly utters in defeat, bottom lip jutting out and chin quivering.

yoongi encouragingly pats his shoulder, shaking his body lightly. ”you can make it up to her. she’ll reach out before we leave. have some more patience.”

jungkook’s eyes turn into slits, suspiciously squinting at the man sitting beside him. “why do you sound so sure?”

“because she loves you. why else?”

—

you automatically pause from eating cup ramyeon when your phone lights up on top of the journals you’ve been reviewing for the past hour.

“ah, shit! shit!”

you abruptly cover your mouth with your hand, exhausted eyes watering because you accidentally bit your tongue after reading the name of the sender of your newest text notification. you take sips of cold water, peering at your phone as you do so. your hands itch to type out a response, but the screen dies and turns black, another of yoongi’s messages in the same pile of unanswered ones from your friends checking up on you tonight. you can’t talk to anyone right now; you need to get shit done.

after eating your dinner at the convenience store, you come home to a plastic of fried chicken hanging on the doorknob of your front door.

Eat lots and stay healthy! I’m feeding Jungkook well too. Don’t worry. — Yoongi

you peel off the blue handwritten note, sticking it on the cover of one of your books. you carefully carry the food using your free hand, and you can feel it radiating on your skin, the heat of a freshly-cooked meal. you were always worried of being a bother when you occasionally ask him how jungkook is doing on tour, but this made your heart significantly lighter. gaining a good friend after losing your lover, perhaps life can show a smidge of mercy when it wants to.

too bad you’ve always been one to be greedy.

—

“ah, seriously. why did you have to break up with ___?”

“we’ve been through this a million times!” jungkook exclaims in exasperation as he fiddles with the controller, bumping his knee with taehyung’s. “focus. you’re supposed to be helping me forget.”

“i don’t remember agreeing to that.” taehyung responds with a shrug, smirking when he picks up a booster and runs past his friend’s character. “you finally found someone who could put up with you and you let them go? i won’t let you forget.”

jungkook scoffs, eyes rolling upwards. “bro, i should be the least of your problems.”

“nuh-uh.” taehyung tuts with a grin, belly aching with laughter when jungkook’s car jumps over his to steal the lead. he didn’t even know that was possible. he plans on using the same trick against him later. “i’m making you my biggest problem so i don’t have to deal with mine.”

“they’re not married yet. you still have a chance, you know?”

“yah!” he gapes at jungkook in shock, entirely forgetting about the game. “take that back!”

“don’t act like you haven’t thought of it!”

“yeah, but i don’t say it out loud. it sounds too wrong! i still have my morals left!” he cries out, stomping his feet on the floor.

jungkook lightly punches his arm, eyebrows pinched in confusion. “i meant you have a chance if they break up. i have morals too! what do you think of me?!”

“oh…” taehyung blinks. “you know who else have probably thought of that too, though?”

“who?” jungkook boredly questions as he scrolls through the game collection, contemplating about which one to play next.

“all the other people waiting in line for ___.”

the realization renders him motionless, stirring up the possessiveness coursing through his veins. for the love of god, he doesn’t want to be petty but that struck a nerve. he wants to storm out of the house and look for you, beg on his knees for you to take him back.

“aish, hyung, you’re driving me crazy! why would you tell me that? are we torturing each other?!”

“are you crying? yah, jungkook-ah.” taehyung watches his hunched figure with a guilty wince, hesitant hands rubbing the expanse of his back. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry… do you want a hug?”

jungkook stays quiet, head hanging low to hide his face crumpling with anguish. the loose but affectionate hug that he gets pulled into prompts him to fall apart, catharsis blossoming in his ribcage and turning his bones into jelly.

he hears obnoxiously loud sniffles, and he abandons taehyung’s shoulder to look at his face. “are you crying, too?”

“stop ruining the moment.” taehyung groans, forcefully pushing down his head again.

namjoon comes out from his bedroom in search for another extension cord, still sipping on the half-empty iced americano he took from the fridge only ten minutes ago. the heartfelt scene on the couch causes him to halt on his tracks. how did they go from playing games to crying together? he silently observes the two members for a moment before deciding to approach them.

“what am i going to do with the two of you?” he grunts, ruffling his hair in frustration. “shall we go out for drinks to disinfect your wounded hearts?”

the mention of alcohol makes them perk up, jungkook’s tearful doe eyes sparkling at the prospect of temporarily erasing the pain that has uncontrollably spread throughout his system. he wants to drink until he forgets that he has hands, until he forgets what it feels like to touch you.

“thanks, monie-hyung. i’ll have my appetizer.”

and the iced americano gets snatched away from namjoon’s unsuspecting hand within the blink of an eye.

—

“this is not a barbecue restaurant.” you stare blankly at the orange neon lights spelling out the name of the night club your friends secretly conspired to bring you to.

“___, loosen up! the fastest way to move on is to find someone else. this is the best place for that.” aera turns around from the passenger seat of the taxi, her red lips painting a thrilled smile. “just forget about jungkook. we all knew this shit was going to happen. i’m surprised you even lasted that long!”

“i don’t know what you’re trying to imply but i don’t appreciate your tone.” you warn her with a sharp, threatening look. “and the ‘someone else’ that i found at a bar before turned out to be biggest fucking jerk i’ve ever met. i’m not doing this again.”

“things might be different this ti-” mi-ran aids in persuading you, but it only adds fuel to the fire.

“oh my god! fuck off!” you yell in irritation, aggressively getting off the car and slamming the door shut on their faces.

you never look back, ignoring the shouts of your name and half-assed apologies. you don’t have the slightest idea about where you’re going — your feet have a mind of their own and they chose to go the opposite way of home. this isn’t how you envisioned your night. you just wanted to listen to the sound of the meat grill and complain about life giving you a taste of true love just to cut your tongue with it until you bled. was that too much to ask?

you’re about ninety percent certain that you just lost two of whom you treated to be your closest friends. you think of ah-young, and you briefly consider crashing at your best friend’s band practice, but you’re too exhausted to travel to the other end of the city.

with eleven seconds left in the timer, you cross the street with swift and long strides alongside a crowd consisting mostly of employees wearing the same navy blue uniform. at last, you’re among the bright and lively restaurants, the inviting smell of good food making your stomach sting with hunger.

it’s only taehyung who recognizes you when you unknowingly pass by, almost choking on his glass of somaek, the combination of soju and beer. with his career on the line, he is confident that he can recognize that balenciaga windbreaker anywhere and anytime. meanwhile, instead of talking about you, the youngest is drunkenly reminiscing about the alleged ghost encounters he had in their old dorms. their leader is tragically left to tend to the grill alone. he deeply regrets not dragging any of the older members with them.

“everyone, i think i just saw __-”

a grimace of cluelessness is plastered on taehyung’s face when jungkook claps once, enthusiastically pointing at him as if he just announced something inspiring and life-changing.

“you’re right, you’re right! that’s it! what i’m kind of trying to say here is…” he pauses, facial muscles relaxing into a gloomy expression. he sniffles and rubs his nose, making it a brighter shade of red. “when we move houses again, i won’t have stories like these to bring with me. the new ghosts will be my memories with ___.”

none of the other two dares to speak after that, the oddly satisfying sound of meat being grilled and the chattering from other tables occupy the uneasy and heavy silence. instead, they begin filling their own shot glasses with pure soju. namjoon is the first one to spill it down his throat, slamming it on the table before dishing out his phone from his pocket. by this time, all of them are already drunk, double vision blurry and speech a little slurred. they gave up on counting the green bottles and cans of beer a long while ago.

“shit, that was a good metaphor. i need to write that down.”

“namjoon-hyung, he’s crying again!”

jungkook’s head slumps on the table with a thud, hot tears escaping down to his temple as he laments. “i miss her so much. why did i have to break up with her the second we got home? why…? am i so impulsive? what do i do if… if she agrees that we- h-how am i supposed to live with myself after that…? i’m never going to love again.”

they shuffle apprehensively on their seats, but still, they tell jungkook what he needs to hear since he won’t remember tonight’s events, anyway.

that’s not going happen. she just needs some more time. i’m sure she’s missing you too. everything will be okay.

but it’s been almost two weeks of radio silence. their flight is in nine days, drawing nearer and nearer as if it’s purposely taunting jungkook. everyone is thinking the same thing, and everyone is afraid to say it out loud.

—

it’s 7am when his work alarm goes off. with a disgruntled noise, a hungover jungkook drowsily drags himself out of bed, eyes still closed as he swings the bedroom door open.

“oing?” he creates a noise of confusion when his arm bumps against an object. he blinks at the brown paper bag hanging on his doorknob, removing one of the handles to peek at its contents.

he buffers for a moment, staring blankly at his belongings safely tucked inside. there’s his black mini bluetooth speaker, tinted lipbalm, wired earphones, bucket hat, facial cleanser, moisturizer, and shampoo. these are everything he left on top of your study desk and in your bathroom. neatly folded on the side is his windbreaker, which he recalls as clear as daylight, how you reveled in its comfort the last time that you were together. the fabric softener you use has replaced his perfume, the cherry scent forming a rain cloud of nostalgia and longing above his head.

if this is a nightmare, he is begging for somebody, anybody, to break into the room and to bring him someplace where hope is not desolate.

his wounded heart, as his namjoon-hyung described, is experiencing an excruciating pain he never even imagined was possible. he now understands, why the broken heart syndrome is a real thing.

he can’t read you. is this your way of ‘reaching out’? have you kicked him out of your house, out of your life? for good?

the dread of losing you forever is gnawing at his insides. nausea almost succeeds in knocking him off his feet. his brain hisses with static. he panics at the disgustingly familiar sensation brewing in his digestive system, sprinting to the bathroom to spill out his guts.

they say that you don’t realize what you have until you lose it. that early morning, jungkook realizes that he’s only a human being after all.

—

“when did i put that there?”

you’re sorting out your dirty laundry after showering when you notice a tissue paper tucked in the front pocket of your denim jeans. you huff out a sigh, ripping it apart into tiny pieces over the trash bin with raging vexation. you will never understand how men thinks that these kind of stupid tricks are supposed to compel you into seeing them anywhere near attractive and desirable in your eyes. if anything, they make you feel unsafe and if your paths cross again, you will run the other way. great. another person in the lecture room to avoid. just fucking great.

at this point, you want to mockingly laugh at your own misery. just when you thought your day couldn’t possibly get worse, it fucking does.

you tuck yourself in bed by midnight, texting a friend about your joint presentation next week, and then rereading your conversation with namjoon from this morning for the nth time. you’ve been hoping it will shine light on the right path to take, because you’re still lost and hurt.

Namjoon:

he’s been devastated since

can’t this be sorted out?

stuff’s just been overwhelming and honestly i’m as anxious as him

i'm not trying to force you into getting back together with him ofc but please talk for closure atleast..

you’re also my friend. i think you need it too..

you scroll a bit further down afterwards, and your heart drops to your stomach when you see the three dots under the contact name ‘my jungkook’. you click on it as it beckons you to, only to allow time to flow like a river with no sea to kiss, idly watching the bubble appear and disappear, appear and disappear. almost everyday, you catch a glimpse of him at the very least, typing a message and never sending it.

the same goes for tonight, it seems.

his silence is torturing you. in the car, in your inbox, in your call history. a person knocks on the door and a part of you foolishly predicts that it’s jungkook not using his copy of the key out of respect.

you succumb to the yearning, heading to your shared media and files that you’ve been actively resisting for the past three weeks… for this exact reason.

you randomly click a video sent by jungkook three months ago.

“i know you’re in class but i’m too excited to show what i got you today!” he beams at the front camera, bunny teeth cutely showing. he picks up the first item from the hotel bed with his free hand. “you already own this book but this one got a different cover, see? it’s hardback? they say it’s a limited edition.”

he eyes it fleetingly, obvious that there is something else he is dying to mention.

“i won’t show it too close. you can look at it when i go home. there’s a little surprise inside.”

he scrunches his nose before teasingly sticking his tongue out.

“and then here we haaave-”

following that, he shows you an adorable fluffy white bunny with red eyes. it occupies more than half the screen, and without a doubt, it is soft and huggable.

“cooky’s new sibling! we found it at a gift shop and hobi-hyung said it looks like me.”

he presses his cheek to the bunny’s. “i accept. we do look alike, but my eyes are so much bigger.”

in the upcoming seconds, the video is muted except for his breathing. he plops down on the bed while ruffling his dark hair, staring at the camera wordlessly, evocative of when you catch him dreamily watching you study while you’re on a videocall.

“i miss you.” he smiles sadly, deep dimples appearing on his cheeks. “don’t forget to text me when you’re on your way home.”

he drops on his back, the firm mattress breaking his fall.

“mmmwah!“ he kisses the camera, and your screen freezes on the final frame.

the silence in the aftermath is defeaning. you tear your glasses off your face, burying your face in the pillows. you arrive at your final decision then and there. you don’t care. you don’t care. you don’t care anymore. you cannot bear to spend more of your days like this. his things that used to live here might be gone, but you look for him everywhere. you look for his car in the parking lot. you look for his hair when you see flowers. you wait for his name to be called in the coffee shop. on your way home, you linger at the playground where you used to usually meet.

because if your relationship with jungkook is truly doomed to fail, you want to watch its foundation collapse on the ground, burnt down to gray and black ashes that disintegrate when you try to grasp them in your hands… with good grace, it’s the only way for you to believe that there’s no more home to come home to.

with a trembling hand, you press the call button and for the very first time, you beg someone to stay.

—

jungkook’s breathing ceases, heartbeat violently racing in his chest. the ‘chimes’ ringtone tickle his ears, his phone vibrating incessantly in his hands. the two features he specifically customized in your contact settings so he will immediately recognize that it’s you who’s calling.

it’s been four days since you dropped off his things. and here he was, laying on his bed and struggling to find the right words to say because he refuses to believe that this is how it ends. the paper bag is still hanging on the doorknob. he hasn’t touched it since the first time. he doesn’t have the courage to do so.

fuck giving you space. he wants drown himself in you and never come up for air. he’s more than willing to suffer your anger or your coldness. he’s prepared to prove himself worthy of a second chance every second of every day. he wants to occupy half of your desk and half of your closet again. he selfishly wishes to be the first and the last person you fall in love with.

but until the very end, you’re the braver one.

“love?” your voice is quiet, barely audible, but it’s there, and he hears the affectionate term of endearment distinctly. “i’m sorry. i tried, i really did, but i couldn’t do it…”

“baby,” he falters breathlessly, half of him in disbelief, convinced that he has officially lost his goddamn mind and delusion is bleeding into reality.

“i tried living without you like you wanted- but i can’t-” you hiccup in between small sobs on the other line. “i love you, jungkook. i can’t live carrying around all this love with me. it’s too heavy…”

exploding and breaking apart, jungkook’s heart is a meteor that has entered the planet’s atmosphere, and he doesn’t know where to begin digging for the fragments so he can piece himself together again.

“we are too young and we don’t know what the fuck we’re doing and i love you too much. you don’t have to protect me… i’ll take my fair share of the responsibility, so just-” he hangs on your every word, and then you pause, your following words eliciting a powerful punch to his gut. “just let me love you and let me learn my lesson the hard way… let’s do that, okay?”

the walls of him room ebbs and flows in like the sea. he rests his forearm over his eyes, his skin gradually dampening with tears. he once promised himself that he would never put you in this position. he should be the one begging for forgiveness, repenting and crawling on his knees. but rather than wasting his time with surfing through another tsunami of self-blame, he reminds himself: i want to be a better man.

“okay, baby. let’s do that, hmm? let’s do that. it’s what i want too.” he coos softly with a hoarse voice. “are you at your apartment?”

you hum in confirmation, sniffling. “come home.”

—

a half-naked jungkook abruptly opens the door to yoongi’s room, wearing gray sweatpants with his left arm awkwardly inserted in one of the black t-shirt’s armhole.

“hyung! can i borrow your car? mine’s getting a check-up.”

yoongi tears his eyes away from the computer, hanging the black headphones on the nape of his neck. he merely shrugs before throwing the car key, and jungkook catches it in one hand with ease.

he sighs in relief, politely bowing his upper body to express his gratitude. “thank you, hyung.”

“what are you doing?!” yoongi half-smiles with fondness, jokingly waving him off. “just go- go. leave!”

—

jungkook nervously stands before your front door, head woozy with anticipation and fear. what if things have changed? what if your relationship never goes back to the way it was?

“oh. you’re back together?”

he whips his head back to find your neighbor arriving home from his part-time job. huh, he just realized that he has never really learned what his name is. the only information he has on him is that his sister owns a bee farm.

“how did you even know?” he asks with knitted eyebrows. “you haven’t been giving out honey again, have you?”

“she only accepted it once.” the stranger puts his arms up in surrender with a roll of his eyes. “and don’t make her cry again, will you? she blasts sad songs late at night.”

and with an unpleasantly forceful shut of the door, jungkook is left alone in the hallway. his jaw clenches as he glares at the next apartment, but he rubs his face to release his frustration before he goes to meet you.

“we need to move in together.” he grumbles to himself as he enters your unit, relocking the door behind him. he removes his sneakers, neatly setting them down beside your pairs of shoes by the doormat.

he pads on the wooden floor with his white toe socks, looking around the dark and quiet living room. a faint orange light is seeping under the gap between the floor and the bedroom door, which he recognizes to be your favorite mode on your multi-colored nightstand lamp. he cautiously cracks the door open, and he is instantly greeted by your curled up figure, peacefully sleeping.

it’s muscle memory when he hangs his backpack on the backrest of your study chair before anything else. he also brought the paper bag you sent, putting it down on the floor.

he squats down infront of you, lightly prying away the phone you’re hugging to your chest and placing the device on the bedside table. the light is shining over your skin, and there are a thousand of photos and videos organized into the most treasured folder in his gallery, but not a single one of them will ever do you justice.

god, he missed you so much. it hasn’t been two years, but the life he had before he met you feels like an extremely distant memory.

he sighs, talking in hopes that he appears in your dreams. “how do you do this? you make it impossible not to love you.”

he unconsciously frowns at the sight of your puffy eyes. never again. never again. never again. he chants inside his head. he plants a kiss on each of your eyelids, taking his time to bask in the feeling of your weight under his lips.

he climbs on the opposite side of the bed, tucking you underneath the blanket before securely holding you from behind with his thigh hanging over yours. the warmth of your body and the scent of your shampoo cures the headache that’s been bothering him the whole day. he drifts off to sleep soon after.

—

the feather-light brushes through the silky locks of his hair pulls him out of his slumber half an hour later. he can make out your silhouette through his half-open eyes, the little-mermaid-like scene feels too vivid for a dream.

“why didn’t you wake me up?” you whine, sulking with a pout.

“i’m sorry.” he answers quietly, sitting up to engulf you in a tight embrace as endless apologies tumble from his tongue. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i gave up. i’m sorry that i hurt you. i’m so sorry… are you angry at me?”

“i’m upset.” you admit after a few beats, not seeing the point in sugarcoating it. “it hurts when i remember you saying that. and i understand you but… but i don’t like that you decided alone for us. if you do that again… then it will be over between us.”

he has an arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand firmly holding the back of your head. it’s a little hard to breathe, but it’s so reassuring to feel that he doesn’t want to let you out of his embrace. because you hated it — hated how it felt like letting you go was so easy.

“i regret everything. i’m sorry.” he whispers, concealing his tears by nuzzling his face on your neck. “and you’re not a burden. that’s not true.”

he knows that you mean your every word, so he lifts up his head to gaze directly into your eyes, showing that he is as sincere and true to his.

“from now on, all i’ll think about is what i can do to make you happy and safe without compromising our relationship… i’ll do better. i’ll love you better. i promise that i’ll be stronger for us. i won’t make the same mistake twice.”

you wish jungkook could be kinder to himself, treat himself with the same gentleness that comes so naturally with you. why is it that humans find loving themselves so laborious? why does being have to come with such a curse?

taking glimpses at the past, you should’ve been reminding him of these affirmations everyday.

“you don’t have to be strong all the time. i’m not asking for that.” you shake your head, voicing out yourself in a tone so soothing and illuminating. “i don’t want to go anywhere far away from you so think of yourself, too. i told you before, it’s okay to hold on to me. i’m also strong.”

jungkook feels so safe at home. he doesn’t remember what he was so worried of anymore.

“and you know what? if you really see it that way, then i’m telling you now. i want to waste my time on you. you can’t stop me.” your threatening eyes widen in conviction, provoking a sheepish smile to tug at the corners of his lips. “i always get what i want.”

“and you want me?” he innocently points at himself.

“love you.”

“i love you.” he replies, nosing at your neck before leaving a chaste kiss on your skin. “so much.”

“then put yourself in my shoes.” you hum, combing his hair with your fingers, lightly tugging to initiate eye-contact. “i want to take care of you just like how you want to take care of me. i think we have something rare and beautiful…” you pause, self-conscious about coming across as too needy now that you’re face-to-face, but an epiphany shatters your apprehension with a bow and an arrow.

this is what he needed to hear from you that day.

“so stay with me.”

jungkook’s vision becomes unfocused. he’s speechless; the only sound in the room is the humming of the airconditioner, but it’s almost as if you can hear the gears of his brain working their hardest. the pain that glossed his enchanting doe eyes has been replaced with a devotion you’ve never seen expressed so passionately in them before.

“all the time i own is yours.” he declares, cupping your face, the pad of his thumb daintily stroking your cheek. “all of it. we can do anything you want to do. let me make it up to you.”

“anything?” your face lights up with joy and mischief, and the butterflies in jungkook’s stomach come alive. he wants to make it his life’s mission to make you smile everyday; and that, he will do. “then i want you to kiss me.”

the sultriness of your enticing voice makes him go haywire. it’s been too damn long. he has forgotten what it feels like to kiss you. he slowly inches closer, his lips brushing against your lips before he pulls you in deeper, a fervent display of his yearning and apologies. he swallows the needy moan that escapes you as he slowly lays you down on the mattress, stripping off his shirt and mindlessly tossing it somewhere when you impatiently tug at it with another whimper. you cage his face in your hands, bringing back his lips on yours as if he’s the air that you breathe.

he wants to grieve for all the wasted time because everyday, he craved for this. to be honest, he forgets his name when he’s kissing you. outside, the crowds scream his name for being the best at what he does best, and he happily lives for the euphoria of it all. but in this room, there is only you and him. you communicate using the unspoken language of love with your lips. you bare the soft animal in yourselves with your teeth sinking in the other’s skin. you allow your rawest desires and truths to unravel with a slip of the tongue. he exists beyond his name, becomes an indecipherable enigma even to himself. what is the use of an explanation if there is no meaning anyway? all he knows is that he loves you despite all the reasons, against all the reasons.

he sneaks under your shirt, fingertips teasingly exploring your skin as if he’s drawing a map. he feels you quiver when he finally reaches your chest, gently kneading the soft flesh in his palm. this makes you mewl in pleasure, arching your back as your hand unconsciously curls around his wrist, the cotton fabric separating the two of you. the action electrifies jungkook, makes him lose himself a little more, which he didn’t think was still possible.

“touch me, please- jungkook. need you-” you choke out a desperate whimper, nearly sobbing as you guide his hand between your thighs. you can’t bear to spend another second untouched; the last time you made love feels like an eternity ago. he slips past the waistband of your underwear, the only article of clothing you’re wearing below. but to your disappointment, he gently caresses your hip bone instead of dipping his long fingers into your wetness.

“shh, hold on, baby-” he forces himself to break away from the kiss, swollen and red lips glistening with spit. “baby, look at me. you didn’t drink, right? i don’t want to take advantage.”

you gape at him with your chest heaving up and down, dumbfounded. “how could you even think of that right now?”

his eyes widen in panic, worried that he might’ve offended you. “no, no, no-” his palms skim your thighs, guiding them to wrap around his slim waist. you gasp when he presses up on you and his hard length rubs on your folds, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. a gush of arousal dampens the thin material covering your center.

“i want you so fucking bad that it hurts.” he gingerly wipes away the tears that you didn’t even notice streamed down to your temples. you can’t remember the last time you cried before today, they must’ve gotten tired of asking for your permission. “but you were crying when you called, baby. i had to make sure.”

“oh, my boyfriend is such a gentleman.” you muse dreamily. pepper his face with delicate kisses, lips curving upward with an adoring smile. “look at him enjoying my kisses.”

you playfully squeeze his cheeks together, making his pillowy lips pucker.

“you really wanted to break up with me in this case, huh? you wanted to live without me and my kisses? no way.”

his eyelids flutter open, and he shakes his head as he dips down to kiss you. “it was hell without you…” his teeth captures your bottom lip, nipping at the supple flesh. “going to build a life with you. i’ll build furniture, and they’re going to be ours.”

“good. you better.” your high-pitched giggles bounce off the walls as his lips trail down to your neck, licking a bold stripe over your ticklish spots. “i don’t have the patience for it, but i’ll be your trusty assistant.”

it’s ridiculous, how even the sound of your laughter turns him on even more.

—

jungkook learned that you finished your exams yesterday, having spent majority of the past two weeks pulling all-nighters to prepare for them. you seem to be confident about the results, the way you talked about it without concern. he never once doubted that you’re resolute and persevering, but acing your exams in the middle of a breakup is beyond what he can digest. it must’ve been a grueling experience, he can only imagine.

he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and then your lips, before dragging the blanket higher over your naked figure, a thicker one he brought out from the cabinet. poor thing, you fell asleep on his lap while he was drying your hair, incoherently murmuring about how tired you are.

he walks to your study space, fixing the loosening towel wrapped around his waist. one by one, he pulls out the items from the paper bag, returning them to their old places on your desk. he toothily grins at the windbreaker, ecstatic due to his plan on wearing it at work today. he wants to give it back to you smelling like him again.

an index card lands on the ground when he unfolds it, making him peer down in curiosity.

“what’s this?” he mumbles, bending down to pick it up.

jumbled thoughts. a letter shoved at the back of the mailbox. a hesitant confession. a bittersweet reminder that says: a wound does not magically disappear overnight. it requires the proper treatment to heal correctly, and even then, it might still leave a scar.

These are only a few of many. Why is this the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? I’m usually the more logical one. Was it really so bad that we weren’t going anywhere?

and messily crossed out at the end,

I miss you.

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Hunter x Hunter ! Windbreaker AU

because i have no self control

but its finally here

Basically: i haven't read the WB manga ive only seen the anime and seen certain spoilers here and there. so i took the phantom troupe and put them in. in the there. the season 1 anime. because i could.

and because im cringe i called them Genei (幻影).

there's a couple of ocs because i wanted a team of 21 (the teams in wb are. fuckin huge) but everyone has been assigned and i just wanted to put up the four combat teams before i actually lose my mind.

the other two teams will be up soon maybe.

anyway enjoy some closeups (translations might be off. used google translate and a dictionary)

SHATTER - (粉砕部隊 * Funsai Butai) :: Uvogin, Nobunaga, Machi

FANG - (牙部隊 * Kiba Butai) :: Phinks, Feitan, Peroyin (oc)

FRENZY - (狂乱部隊 * Kyouran Butai) :: Illumi, Sarasa, Kalluto

DEATH - (死部隊 * Shi Butai) :: Franklin, Bonolenov, Kiki (oc)

and yes. this is what that chrollo thing earlier was about >w>

that was a test of the fits and then i settled on this design and im. e

i might go into more detail if ppl are interested but yea :3 i enjoy the fight anime. so i put phantom troupe in it.