Genshin Boys In A Biker Gang

genshin boys in a biker gang

synopsis: when you’re a nerdy college student invited to the biker gang’s fraternity party.

character/s: scaramouche, xiao, thoma, childe, kazuha, gorou, itto, ayato

note: inspired by my favorite UA party playlist by nimbus!! <3 may be a bit suggestive in some parts hehe

ITTO! + delinquent best friend! + feel this moment, sweater weather

your best friend who invites you over to the gang’s late and tumultuous fraternity party!

begins with a cliche greeting — when pebbles suddenly come catapulting at random intervals on your poor glass window during a school night, and you begrudgingly force yourself to stand up and greet the presence of the six-foot framed culprit beaming with mirth below.

encourages your procrastinating ass to furtively slip out your window and fall into his sturdy and open arms — giggling childishly as you shake your head and he looks down at you with that stupid smirk twisted across his lips.

makes sure to help you stand up properly, before taking your hand and scampering off towards the abandoned streets of the tranquil neighborhood. fortunately, the venue of the location wasn’t far off from your address, and soon you’re both sidling into the establishment’s back door while brimming with much excitement.

spending a night with itto isn’t as average as the majority expect it to be. everyone believes you’re the average best friends with much platonic affection for each other…however lately, there’s been a proliferation of an unspoken and irrefutably odd sexual tension thickening between you two.

like when his intrusive arm lazily slithers around the dips of your waist, rather than the usual public display of his bulky limb thrown across your smaller shoulders, as you both push and weave through the congested sea of skimpily clothed bodies bathed in a neon glow.

when his aggravatingly dominant smirk directed at you beneath the fluorescence of flamboyant lights, glows a little too brightly amidst the feverish haze of the darkness.

or when you attempt to sit down on one of the chairs next to the bar, and instead find yourself playfully hoisted by itto onto the marble counter — his large palms tightly pressed around the curves of your hips when he sets you down, childishly bumping his nose against yours in a somewhat teasing manner.

and try as you might, in desperately failing in your attempts to pry his iron grip off from digging against the sides of your waist, the lighthearted sound of his hushed snickers witnessing your futile endeavors still manages to send a stupid flush across your shadowed cheeks.

if you weren’t already visibly flustered enough by the ambiguous gestures, itto would most definitely add fuel to the fire with a nonchalant exchange of flirty remarks towards you, his wandering fingers absentmindedly twirling the soft locks of your hair that you had upsettingly given much effort to style for the night.

perhaps it was simply the air inside the vigorously confined atmosphere of the disco — evidently dense on your lungs as it reeks of sweat, alcohol and cigarettes — leaving you utterly grasping at straws for breath beneath the humidity and his blistering gaze. you can feel the blare of the music pulsing through your veins, but nothing as loud as the painfully blatant thumps of your traitorous and foolish heart.

“thanks for coming out with me tonight, little nerd.”

THOMA! + dependable fixer made hot bartender! + evacuate the dance floor, dinero

the cute bartender lingering around to take your order!

when itto begrudgingly leaves to resolve a pressing issue with some other gang members, he eventually decides to leave you in thoma’s reliable care while he’s away.

comes off as a super extroverted guy — he’s very friendly and welcoming with you, going as far to give you the interesting privilege of concocting a unique (most certainly non-alcoholic) drink with certain ingredients he thinks would suit your taste. and it turns out quite beautiful without a doubt, swirls of orange, pink and violent shades coalescing together within the crystalline glass — almost like the characteristically ethereal sunset captured within a frame.

is low-key flirty…however you don’t really notice it because you presume he’s simply being nice.

but it’s there alright — in the little proud smirks he sends you after succeeding to make you laugh with a witty joke, how his fingers linger a little longer over yours when he extends you the finished beverage, how his eyes seem to stare a tad too much at your seemingly distracted semblance as you quietly admire the aesthetic refreshment in your possession.

and oh, you think you’ve finally noticed it when you catch wandering viridescent irises sneaking discreet yet frequent glances, over at the surface of your lustered lips from the drink in hand.

it’s undeniably evident in his aura when sharing a conversation with you too, as he seems more lively and engrossed with your friendly exchange of various and random subjects, despite the discussion not actually building up to much at all.

so it’s an understatement to say that when another person repetitively beckons him over — with much aggression and impatience in the customer’s blatantly slurred words — that thoma was merely irritated by the man’s impolite and rude attitude.

rather, the trivial spark of anger that flickered once in a while as he quietly busied himself with the man’s order, only ignited even more when the drunken customer gradually began to harass you with perversely cheap and degrading comments from the other end of the counter.

and thus, thoma eventually resorts to walking over towards him with the chilled beverage in hand, casually offering it out to him. when the drunkard soon takes it, the blonde’s free hand swiftly swoops in to wrap around the wrist of the rude man, whispering something incomprehensible beneath his breath for only the man to hear — a seemingly polite smile twisting across his lips as he watched the man’s eyes slowly widen in fear.

needless to say, whatever transpired between them seemed to prove itself as more than effective, to suddenly leave the customer wobbling with a frantic scurry to somewhere farther away from the bar.

as thoma placidly returns to standing across you from the bar to entertain your thoughts, you ask with inquisitive interest as to how he got the man to abruptly scuttle away without much protests or a fight.

he merely shrugs with what you’ve distinguished to be his signature smile, leaning down gingerly to wipe a small stain of your refreshment off the corners of your dewy lips.

“oh that? it was nothing important. now, on to a more pressing issue — would it still be presumptuous of me to see if i could somehow get this pretty lady’s number by the end of the night?”

SCARAMOUCHE! + squad six’s irascible captain! + sway with me, party rock anthem

the belligerent boy you accidentally bump into while exiting the bathroom!

after politely excusing yourself from thoma — as soon as more orders suddenly started flooding in and you had already regrettably finished your drink — the two of you eventually agreed to part ways with exchanged numbers, as you hurriedly left to wash your face in the bathroom.

although as soon as you finish your business and turn the corner to leave, your shoulder coincidentally collides against another boy’s, eliciting a disgruntled response and deathly glare from the other person in the vacated and cramped hallway.

technically, both the stranger and you were partly at fault for not watching each other’s way through the narrow corridor…

still, he was quite persistent with his profanities of anger purely directed towards you — and it pissed you off that he couldn’t seem to find it in his pride to take half the blame either.

so there you both were — arguing within tapered confines for perhaps a solid ten minutes, literally encouraging everyone else to evade the bathroom and hold it in their bladders for only gods knew how long.

strangely, the longer you contended with each other, the more you noticed a lot of details about him. like how his indigo irises darkened with every provoking comment exchanged, how pale slender fingers exasperatedly ran through his dark hair as a sign of clear irritation, or how he infuriatingly chewed on his bottom lip to perhaps compose himself with what mere insignificant semblance he had left.

you presumed that by the unreadable look on his face, he was finally ready to apologize (like you had already did minutes ago) on his behalf of the blame.

however, you’ve probably failed to realize that in the midst of your heated dispute, the boy had already cornered you on one end of the corridor as you leaned against the wall, your hands captive underneath his wrists after practically combusting and waving them around the air for emphasis, thereby causing him to hold them down so you wouldn’t take up too much space flinging them around his line of vision.

you hear him mutter something incoherent beneath his breath, sounding similar to another string of characteristic vulgarities you had eventually grown to understand was just a natural instinct of his.

“archons woman, would it kill you to shut up already?”

“make me, you little dipshit.”

the bold comment is enough to leave the hostile boy slightly bewildered, gaze boring into yours with an eerily odd intensity. he becomes quiet in thought, and you think that this is it — he’s finally going to back down and you can all go on without much of a struggle any longer.

however to your surprise, he simply chuckles lowly and shakes his head with a sadistic grin…tilting his head to inch closer to yours with a cocky smirk contorting across his lips in a ghost of a whisper, that almost instantaneously leaves you flustered at the absurd and blatant implied notion of it.

“alright, trouble. let’s see how much it takes to break you.”

KAZUHA! + taciturn classmate turned badass soldier! + hey baby, balenciaga

the familiar classmate who saves you in your search for the lounge!

you recognized a tuft of white and red locks amidst the dimmed crowd, initially thinking nothing of it but a weird coincidence when you felt a tinge of familiarity within the conspicuous hues.

to say you struggled with traversing through the congested mob was much of an understatement…you basically kept getting pushed and pulled by the colliding bodies, along with the dizzying beat of the deafening rhythm ringing in your ears. you could barely see anything from the number of people vigorously jumping up and down, as your legs began to feel wobbly and considered the thought of giving in onto the floor.

fortunately for you, a stranger’s hand suddenly clasps yours within the heated dynamic of the club — almost instantly hauling you away from the crowd and to a significantly less populated space.

you raise a hand to your head unsteadily, taking ragged breaths as the world ever so slowly began to spin. a pair of arms catch your staggering frame, and you hear the faint whispers of a boy asking if you’re still feeling alright.

when you glance up at the stranger to express a brief thanks for saving you back there, your eyes furrow in evident confusion at the sight of familiar crimson irises. wasn’t this the student seated a row in front of you during literature period?

he seems to recognize you too — a frown etching across his fair features the longer he looks at you. kazuha was almost certain you were practically a goody-two-shoes, clear by the sense of diligence and responsibility you exhibited during class. yet, to find you carelessly stumbling around a club, let alone lost in a dangerous biker gang’s fraternity party…

unfortunately, this also meant his concealed identity was ultimately exposed — and all he does is let out an amused chuckle at the absurdity of it, shaking his head lightly as he helps you stand up properly, before wordlessly taking your hand to courteously guide you over to where the lounge was situated.

you had so many questions as to why — why the usually civil student was suddenly found donned in the same jacket itto wore to signify his connection with the gang, why the characteristically reserved boy was somehow found greeting strangers who passed by and talking with you a bit longer than he usually did in class, why his thumb kept rubbing oddly comforting circles on your palm as he casually walked over to a corner you haven’t noticed ever since you arrived here.

when you both approach a door, you watch as kazuha merely hums while fishing for something in the pocket of his jacket — never once letting go of your hand, even as he pulls out a key and twists it inside the knob. he pushes open the door with his shoulder, sending your astonished expression over with a reassuring and undeniably pretty smile.

apparently, the lounge was only exclusive to the actual members of the gang, and could only be accessed with a certain key — which your best friend had unfortunately forgotten to mention when attempting to enter it. kazuha gestures over to a seat by a vacant couch, saying you could take a quick rest and try to clear your head from the previous events that had recently transpired outside.

he turns around in preparation to leave, however your fingers bashfully clasp on his sleeve, accompanied with a hasty ‘thank you’ that you had almost forgotten to express to the nice boy a moment ago. you feel warm hands hover over yours, pressing a little object that felt similar to the sensation of a key into your own palm — and glance up to see a winsome smirk plastered on his lips.

“here, this is the key to the lounge. we’re even now, aren’t we?”

“e-even? how do i repay you back?”

“easy. just keep your pretty lips sealed about seeing me here.”

his smirk deepens at your flustered cheeks, your grasp on his sleeve loosening at the flirty remark. kazuha remains unfazed on the other hand — simply walking towards the exit with the lazy wave of his hand, to bid goodbye to you for the evening.

“have a nice night, l/n.”

CHILDE! + (my) best friend’s brother (is the one for me)! + like a g6, dancer in the dark

your best friend’s brother who catches you peacefully resting by the couch!

you’re oblivious to the ginger-haired man quietly approaching your table — as your eyes were absently trained on the glass of water settled in front of you, sparkling ice cubes leisurely melting within the lukewarm temperatures of the pellucid liquid.

it’s only after a few rapid taps from behind your shoulder, and a familiar grin peeking through your side-vision, do you then recognize your best friend’s older brother, sporting an eerily similar biker apparel to all the other boys you’ve encountered throughout the span of an entire evening.

sure, kazuha’s secret identity came off as an initial surprise to you…but childe? the lanky and overprotective boy who used to welcome you in his teasing embrace every time you’d come over their house? the very same one who had the habit of bickering around immaturely with his siblings, yet remained an unusually benevolent guy at the end the day? this was him?

and it’s not as if childe himself expected to find you in such a place either — however he doesn’t exactly discern your unanticipated presence as a terrible circumstance. so there he casually leans, over the couch with a chiding smirk at your pallid face, nonchalantly threatening you to keep it a nice little secret…or else he’d politely rat your rebellious ass out to your parents too.

tense moments aside — he would most likely slide next to you on the couch and simply behave the same way he usually does while sharing an average conversation with you, making little to zero effort of letting you adjust at the sudden fact that he was a member of a biker gang.

will definitely haul your lazy ass off the couch just to dance. he even snickers as you collide on his chest with rather wobbly legs across the dance floor — whispering rather incoherent mumbles in the lobe of your ear (that somehow fell along the words of you being careless), while his hands stealthily travel down to your hips with a cocky grin.

warm breath tickles your feverish skin, as you both slowly sway your bodies to the rhythm of the music. you’re almost certain your best friend would have murdered the both of you, if she had caught the seeming oddly close and intimate sight displayed on the disco.

is sort of a sadist as well — when he twirls you around and holds you close with your back against his chest, he likes to lean down to mutter teasing jokes in your ear that leave you irritated and strangely flustered…but nonetheless, smiling.

“we may as well have fun together while it lasts, darling. after all, we’ll have to end up forgetting about this when the night’s over.”

AYATO! + a run in with my courteous blind date! + we are who we are, you make me feel

meeting your blind date while deliberating if you should head home!

as you leave the lounge after handing kazuha’s key for childe to return on your behalf, its only when you realize that it’s already gone past midnight, despite your initial plans to head home early and finish a project presently due a few hours from now.

as you aimlessly wander around the less crowded dance floor in search of itto, you feel a hand abruptly clasp your wrist, gently tugging you backwards to a foreign scent. your head whips back in surprise at the gesture, only to be greeted by a civil smile contorted on familiar features.

it was impossible to mistaken him — after all, you had only gone out on a blind date together rather recently, around a week ago. and it seems he hadn’t forgotten you either, grinning warmly like he did the last time you had seen him. still, why was it always the most unexpected people who were secretly part of a gang?

will definitely spend a little over an hour talking with you in a corner, mostly things about catching up and asking how the other has been doing. ayato’s actually noticed your presence ever since you entered the club, but has missed countless of opportunities to quietly approach you since you were clearly busying yourself with…well, other guys.

a literal gentleman — tenderly nudges you closer to his side when he notices someone passing by behind you and you’re busy talking, will casually tuck stray strands of hair falling across your face with a polite smile (which ultimately interrupts your sentences and makes you blush — he says its for your convenience, but really, he thinks its just cute to see your cheeks red), actually asks for consent before doing anything he presumes you’re uncomfortable with!

actually becomes very satisfied with himself when he makes you smile or laugh, it feels like a hundred victories won for him within the simple twists of your lips…though he doesn’t really understand why you stubbornly refuse to take him seriously when he compliments that you look pretty tonight.

gets somewhat confused thirty minutes in, when he sees you don’t seem very unfazed by him. and perhaps ayato was too hyper aware with the electric sensation of your fingers lightly brushing against his — but you didn’t seem to elicit much of a reaction with his mere presence. because of course he wants you to feel shy when you’re next to him, why was he the only one being so reserved now?

when he hears that you’re leaving to head home, he feels sort of dejected. but it was reasonably better for you to depart, than to leave you around here with the rest of the unrestrained gang members. who knew what would happen the longer you stayed?

his mind will definitely nitpick on him for being a coward to not ask you out, but he doesn’t really want to force you into doing something you didn’t enjoy either. so there it remains in the depths of his thoughts, for the last few minutes until you bid him goodbye to leave.

kind of had a “fuck it” moment in his head when he sees you turn around — eventually plucks up the courage to take your hand with a little smile and a hushed question, before he then watches you withdraw for the evening.

“if you’re interested, would you still be willing to see me again in a movie theater rather than a nightclub?”

XIAO! + gang leader next door! + freak, feel so close

attractive yet private neighbor at the secluded corner of the bar!

you presumed he would be anything but, well, a gang leader. and yet, there the man was — seated in a discreet corner behind the counter with a glass in hand, vehement golden-amber eyes never leaving the faint silhouette of your figure coalescing amidst the sea of bodies.

you couldn’t genuinely tell if you either liked him or not. for instance, he wasn’t always much for talking…which was honestly comforting when the neighborhood would have everyone celebrate the holidays together — as you would simply sneak away with xiao and tag along with him to places like movie theaters or convenience stores, without forcing yourselves to communicate much.

albeit, the night he accidentally stumbled bloodied inside your house (which he had inadvertently confused with his) at the late hour of the night, rendered him undeniably indebted to you for not making much of a fuss about the conspicuous sight.

despite your generosity with meticulously bandaging his wounds, and remaining reticent towards the strange circumstances that had transpired within the confines of your property — xiao’s character was nonetheless austere, and hastily vacated the premises as soon as you had finished your handiwork, without even bearing to pause and say thank you.

well, at least you knew how he ended up thrashed that evening.

you hadn’t really planned on stopping by to share a conversation with him anyway — he’s probably recognized you by now, and perhaps it was only better if you left without making things more awkward and difficult for the both of you.

as you proceed to push your way through the suffocating crowd despite the occasional jostles, you could swear that you could already see a blinking red sign that signified the exit of the club. when you attempt to take a step closer, you accidentally bump into a stranger’s chest — muttering a hasty exchange of apologies before trying to move aside so you could eventually approach the door leading outside.

however, the man doesn’t seem to give you any space for it — and it’s only when you glance up at his face, is when you recognize the perverse and drunken man that had incessantly bothered you while you were still with thoma. except now, neither the blonde nor itto wasn’t here…none of the other faces you’ve met throughout the entirety of the night were. and chances were, with the clogged throng of bodies surrounding the both of you, it was almost impossible to even dare to find a sliver of an opening and ultimately slip away.

you can hear the man sloppily flirting with you in incomprehensible mumbles, his hands flailing as they try to grasp your frame while you attempt to shove them away. you can feel yourself growing all the more anxious when one of his hands tightly clutches your wrist, chills running up your spine as you hear him laugh in triumph while he pulls you closer to his body. you could see that you were a thin line of people away from the threshold of the disco — if there was only some way you could miraculously shove him aside and make the greatest effort to frantically burst in a run for it, maybe, just maybe…

“i thought i already warned you not to try anything funny, you fucking jerk.”

in the briefest of seconds, the burning grasp on your limb finally loosens — and you’re left staring agape at the pervert instantaneously thrown down at the floor, clasping his bruised cheek as blood begins to trickle down the corner of his cut lips. you feel another set of fingers protectively wrap around your arm, and you glance over to see the green-haired boy you were previously thinking of, looking down with an unreadable gaze at the man knocked to the ground.

due to the sudden commotion, the crowd had dispersed and cleared a path to witness the scene — onlookers left stunned at the bloodied man, guiltily averting their eyes away to prevent being dragged into the tense situation. the man coughs groggily, clutching his cheek with terror before slowly scampering away within the mass.

after a few moments of processing the situation, the crowd eventually resumes back with their dancing. you can only watch as xiao quietly wipes the blood splattered off the corner of his lips, rubbing it on his shirt in evident disgust.

xiao suddenly tugs you closer to his chest, his breath hot as it fanned across your flushed cheeks, as he lowly murmured something in a muffled whisper that astonishingly erupts into a pit of butterflies that flutter in your stomach, before he eventually (and rather reluctantly) lets you go for the night.

“don’t say i never gave you anything. now i’m not in your debt.”

GOROU! + steadfast bodyguard walking you home! + last friday night

the nice boy xiao ordered to end up taking you home!

since itto still hadn’t returned from his priorities, and xiao was needless to say, visibly pissed at the man’s utter carelessness for inviting you over to such a late party — he sends gorou to walk you home and ensure that you return safely instead.

very friendly to talk to! he’s kind enough to lend you his jacket as soon as you both step out of the club — to which you initially reject with a reassuring smile, but end up taking it anyway since the night breeze had gotten chillier.

asks if you had fun from the party, while you’re leisurely ambling through the empty sidewalks. he noticed you around the club a lot, and wondered if you enjoyed yourself with the belated festivities…which you genuinely did! to some extent.

gorou was initially worried on taking the task of walking you home, mainly because he was concerned that you wouldn’t feel very comfortable with being accompanied by a stranger…considering the events that had previously transpired back in the club.

he also notices that your shoulders began to hunch with eyes occasionally fluttering shut, soft yawns escaping your lips instead of verbal responses coming out — a sign that you had already grown weary after the eventful night.

instantly offers to carry you on his back! to which you’re somewhat unsure if you still had the capacity to decline on the request, considering your legs began to feel numb from walking around for too long…so you end up complying with his generous proposal instead.

makes tons of jokes and lighthearted conversations to keep you awake. you honestly appreciate his efforts for going out of his way to take care of you even when he didn’t have to, but all he does is smile with a little shrug of his shoulders, claiming it wasn’t much of a bother for him at all.

perhaps the calmest part of your evening, and it felt more than refreshing to just talk with someone, despite your drowsy remarks and the world beginning to blur.

when you arrive home, he carefully sets you down and helps you stand properly, watching as you insert the key into your door knob while repetitively thanking him with a tired smile for taking you home.

“not a problem, y/n. just glad you had fun tonight! get some rest soon.”

it’s only when you begrudgingly reach your bedroom and slide out of your shoes, that you realize gorou’s jacket is still hanging over your shoulders. how the hell did the both of you even forget about it?

you negligently totter over towards your ajar window, surveying around to see if the boy was still somehow waiting there…only to be greeted by the deserted sight of your streets, and the once darkened sky of the evening gradually begin to illuminate, amidst the unperturbed serenity of the slumbering neighborhood.

well…

there was always next time.

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Acouasm

Acouasm (n.) a ringing noise in your head

Synopsis: When your relationship with Kim Taehyung goes public, a walk down the red carpet turns south when you are attacked.

Notes: I had so much to write in this fic but it ended up being sub par and I wanna release it on V’s birthday, so I’ll probably work on another one similar to this situation. I even had another draft but I thought it was too gorey and violent 🥲 Anyways HAPPY BIRTHDAY V! Enjoy reading and thank you so much for liking my past oneshot Saudade.

Word Count: 11.9k

Your relationship with BTS’ Kim Taehyung had a long story.

You came from the same highschool and had been acquainted before, though you hadn’t interacted apart from a few glances in the halls. He was a few years older than you and Korean Arts High School was populated with soon to be popular faces, so you didn’t expect him to remember much about you. However, that didn’t stop you from having a massive crush on him as he seemed to be way different from his fellow BigHit trainee, Jimin.

Taehyung was more reserved and usually kept to a close knit of friends during school hours, though everyone seemed to know him and he knew everyone. He didn’t have any official relationships with anyone during highschool, yet it wasn’t like he was coined a loser. He was oh so much your type, though your crush on him didn’t last long after he graduated.

You knew he debuted in a boy group with his friend Jimin, and that was as far as you knew about his whereabouts. You didn’t have time to worry about him when you were already facing some difficulties in your own life at that time.

You were picked up by a more trustable agency in your third year of highschool. They were adamant on debuting a girl group and you were determined to be a part of that, so you trained harder than you have ever trained, worked harder than you’ve ever worked, and you finally got your pay off when you debuted three years after.

It was 2017 and your debut went smoothly. You weren’t an instant flop, though you weren’t an instant pop either. However, with enough work in producing three albums for your first year, you managed to come through and win the Mama 2017 Best New Artist Award.

Winning an award and enjoying your time performing songs and watching the other idol groups perform in the 2017 Mnet Asian Music Awards also meant that you would make a few new friends during the event. Your group had to switch seats often during the first half, so you had a lot of interactions with other groups. Coincidentally, landing seats right in front of a particularly cheery idol group for the rest of the night.

“Bangtan Sonyeondan! Congratulations!” The woman speaks onto the microphone as the group of boys behind you cheered and gathered into a group hug before they all started making their way out to the stage, and a specific pair of bright eyes catches yours as he passes by. Kim Taehyung.

You didn’t hold back a smile when you realized it was his group who had won a daesang. You clapped your hands even louder to congratulate him as he bows to you and your group and fixes his blonde hair that was held back by a cloth headband.

Later that night when a message from him surprised you. It turns out a director had forwarded your KakaoTalk to him after he asked, and he had made the time to message you despite the fact that they should be celebrating after their win by now.

A few messages at night had turned into friendly calls when no one was around. It was damn obvious that he was interested in you and you couldn’t say that your highschool crush on him had gone away after all these years. He was charming and he understood the struggles of being an idol.

When you and your bandmates would fight then he would drop anything to message or call you to listen to you vent. When he was having a particularly rough time with his schedules, he made sure that you would know and yet still made time to check up on you. Both of you would even be preparing for a comeback at the same time, and yet both of you supported each other through all of it. He was a rock you could lean on and you were an ear for him to rant to.

Soon after, you started hanging out with each other in your free time. It wasn’t a date or anything of the sorts. He just so happens to want to buy something when you would go on errands. He would joke that a popular idol like you shouldn’t be grocery shopping alone despite the fact that he was in fact more popular than you, though you never held jealousy over that fact. You were actually proud of him and his group after you learned of their earlier hardships, and you were even prouder when he would vent to you about their contract problems early 2018.

You two would try new coffee spots together and even watch the new Marvel movies together. Taehyung was certain that Doctor Strange was his favorite Marvel superhero because of his amazing cape, and didn’t hide that fact when he went on an interview in LA that asked him about it. You two even commented on each other’s interviews from time to time since you were both learning English and you two found it helpful to learn from each other.

And don’t start about how you couldn’t take your eyes off of him during Mama 2018, not when you two were on a call the night before he got his hair colored and you sent him a picture of the brightest pink you could see on Google to dare him into changing his hair that same hue. It was a funny joke, yet he called you the night after with the same hue on his hair. You would watch the American movie Trolls together through the call that night and his nickname on KakaoTalk would be changed for the very first time to ‘Poppy Imposter’ alluding to the pink haired Troll in the movie.

After a year of steadily getting closer and calling each other friends, he finally confessed to you. You knew he liked you and he knew that you knew he liked you, yet it still seemed like your heart was palpitating out of your chest. He didn’t kiss you. He simply stated a fact and said that he wanted to court you, and God did you fall for him even harder.

When he asked you out on a first date, he also asked for your parents’ permission. He made sure to make it known that he was serious about you and you were sure that this man couldn’t do anything more to make you fall for him more.

He was such a romantic. He made sure everything was done how it should be. He made sure to pick you up for your date with a bouquet of flowers for you and your mother. He made sure to greet your parents by the front door. He assured your father that he would keep you safe and take you home by your curfew. Despite the fact that you were a full-grown adult and had your own apartment to go home to. He opened the door of his car for you and he pulled the chair of the fancy restaurant for you. He was a true gentleman, and it didn’t take more than five months for you to answer him.

Both your companies knew of your affairs. Taehyung wasn’t exactly quiet about you and you can’t say no to him when he would ask you to go on a late night walk with him whenever you were in the same city. Your companies would help payout any media networks that saw you two in your public dates, though that didn’t stop other idols from gossiping about your relationship. It was getting harder for them to contain you two especially when he went on longer promotion stints outside Korea, and your appearance near his apartment anytime BTS arrived in Korea didn’t go unnoticed. You were two lovers deeply in love, and it got worse during Mama 2019.

“You’re up in ten minutes ladies!” A stage director yells to the hallway over the chaos of staff around us. You and your group were about to enter the dark backstage to prepare for the penultimate performance of the evening, right before BTS.

You had seen your boyfriend and his group leave the artist area earlier, though it seemed like they weren’t going to the waiting rooms directly. You just hoped he could watch your performance on his phone. Despite already seeing each other’s performances during rehearsals.

“Wait! Don’t go up yet! The backstage is still not ready!” Another staff member yelled as an older member tried to make a move to get inside the backstage.

You sigh as the crowded and loud surroundings begin to make you nervous. You could feel sweat gathering on your forehead as a makeup artist tried to dry it down. How long were they going to announce the awards?

The makeup artist by your side leaves to fix up your other members and you take the opportunity to find something in the hallway to keep your attention on. The more you could distract yourself from the chaotic environment the better, so you looked down both sides of the hallway and watched props and staff pass by.

There in the busy and harshly lit hallway was your messy haired boyfriend with a bright red cardigan, that he specifically wore for you to notice him in the crowd of idols, push past the crowd to look for you. His bandmates seemed to get inside their own waiting room to prepare whilst Jimin and Jungkook waited by the door to watch him find his way to you. His overgrown and curled hair was doing nothing to help him find you, though once his eyes met yours at the end of the hallway, you could feel a smile creep onto your cheeks.

“Hey!” Taehyung greets as he walks a few more steps to stand in front of you. He brushes his hair aside and shows you his warm brown eyes, void of any colored contact lenses. His smile was bright as you notice sweat on his forehead.

“Good luck out there. You’re going to kill it, I swear.” Taehyung cheers as you smile at him and nod. He reaches to hold both your hands as you only realize that they were shaking when his gentle and steady ones encapsulates them.

“I should be the one calming you down. You have five songs to do!” You say with a chuckle as he chuckles with you and brings your hands to kiss its knuckles. His lips hover a little longer over your left ring finger, though you don’t notice.

“I perform five songs, but I’m not the popular worldstar that South Korea votes as number one on the most beautiful female artists.” Taehyung says with a shrug as a more boisterous laugh comes out of you.

“Okay, and you talk as if you aren’t internationally known for a handsome face.” You throw back as Taehyung rolls his eye and lets go of one of your hands to throw his hair out his face and show you one nasty pimple that had been growing on his forehead. He had actually been pulling back his dermatologist and facial appointment, so that he could do both of them with you. He wanted to keep your dates ‘unique’ he says.

“Don’t show that around here Tae! You’re going to get exposed!” You scolded as he laughed and shook his head to glance at the even more incriminating position you both were in. Closely standing next to each other with your hands held together and both your eyes shimmering with that profound love. If someone was to take a picture to expose you two then could they send it to him too because he wants to take this moment and make it his phone’s lock screen.

“Taehyung! You have to get ready!”

“Y/N! We can enter the backstage already!”

Both your bandmates say at the same time, though neither of your eyes fall to look away from each other.

“I love you. Be careful in performing and don’t be nervous. You’re amazing and always will be.” Taehyung says as his soft hands grab hold of your jaw to direct your lips to his. The kiss was soft and ended quickly, though the energy and ease it gave you was a pill that made you feel like you could do everything you put your mind to.

“I love you too. Be careful in your performance too. I know you’ll do great already. I might miss the first part of it though, since they won’t let us out immediately after.” You pouted as Taehyung chuckled and pecked a kiss on your forehead whilst rubbing your shoulder to assure you that he didn’t mind.

“I can’t even watch yours live. I have to watch it in the waiting room, but I’ll make sure to cheer for you just as much. We’ll watch the replay later on the TV anyways. My place and some good takeout?” Taehyung proposes as you were always welcome to a night at his place.

“We’ll see if you aren’t blackout drunk from the celebrations.” You chuckled as you were slowly inching away from your lover. You can hear your leader call out to you multiple times already and your manager was coming down the hall, so you really had to close this off.

Thankfully, Taehyung only laughed and let you go. He even waved to you as you disappeared backstage. He wasn’t going to get drunk tonight, perhaps tipsy, but he would much rather remember a night with you than drink. He wasn’t much of an alcohol fan anyways. A glass of wine with you seemed much more his taste.

And that was what ended up happening. The two of you sprawled out on his sofa at six in the morning. Takeout food littered the coffee table along with glasses of wine and a replay of your MMA performances.

After the event, the two of you parted ways to go to separate afterparties for a few hours before you both excused yourselves and got to Taehyung’s apartment. You two had laughed over some funny playbacks that you missed during the event, and you celebrated on your own two ways.

Taehyung had brought you out to his balcony when he saw the sun rising. He felt like a true winner as he watched you bury yourself in his hoodie under a thick blanket on his balcony’s couch. The silence engulfing you two as sleep ate away at your high. Events like the Mnet Asian Music Awards and Melon Music Awards always had your sleeping schedules messed up, though he didn’t mind. How could he mind when the award shows were the reason why he had seen your beauty in the first place.

He thinks that even if you weren’t there in MAMA 2017 then he would have still fallen in love with you some other way. He believes that in different dimensions he still finds a way to find you and love you. He always will, and there was no universe out there that Kim Taehyung existed without you.

“Hey… look at me.” Taehyung breaks the silence as you turn to face him. The sky was only beginning to get lighter, though you were both still enclosed in darkness and the warm lights he had around his balcony.

“I would have never thought that the sophomore I saw in the hallways during break would have me wrapped around their finger in five years time. I would have never thought that the all-rounder of the girl group who won best new artist in MAMA 2017 would have me asking multiple staff members for her number. But what I now know is that I love this sophomore and I love this all-rounder. I love you. I love you so much, and I know for a fact that there is no one else I could love this much. Kim Taehyung in other realities always falls in love with Y/L/N Y/N and I don’t need to be Doctor Strange to know that. So…” Taehyung pauses as he stands up and grabs a box from his sweatpant’s pocket.

You were staring at him in shock and awe as you processed his words whilst trying to process his movements. You two were too young to get married. He knew that and you two had jokingly discussed that, so what the hell was he doing?!

“I’m not proposing. Don’t worry.” Taehyung chuckles as he bends both his knees to crouch on the floor and presents you with a cream box. He opens it to reveal two gorgeous Bvlgari Couple Rings. Both were of the color silver, though one was littered with gems and the other was plain.

Taehyung places the box on the table in front of the couch as he takes the ring littered with gems and softly reaches for your hand just like earlier. He takes your left hand and kisses the knuckle right above your ring finger as he looks up at you with doe eyes. The sun’s rays appeared higher up the horizon now and its soft hues colored his face perfectly.

“I want you to take this promise ring because with this you hold the promise of my heart forever loving yours. All my beauty and imperfections. My tight schedule and long rants. My overly romantic and cringey actions and my eyes that look for you in every crowd.” Taehyung says and a stinging sensation catches up to your eye.

“It will also keep your finger warm until the time I propose to you and marry you, so… will you—“ Taehyung’s slight joking and following question was cut off by your voice cracking. He looked back up to you after eyeing your bare finger and you had tears in your eyes. His eyes immediately fogging as it copies yours.

“Yes. Yes, Tae.” You nod your head to help rid your eyes of tears as Taehyung slips the silver ring through your ring finger and a happy tear slides down his cheek.

“And you, Taehyung. I want you to keep this promise ring until the time I marry you because God knows I’ll save up for a really expensive ring.” You joke as Taehyung laughs boisterously. You reach out for his left hand and take the remaining silver ring.

“I love you so much, baby. I’ve always loved you.” You say as you slid the ring through his fingers and something in your heart locks with security. It was as if life was completed with a simple ring even if it was just a promise ring.

You two had tear stains on your cheeks from happiness and Taehyung immediately stood up, farring you along with him, and brought you in for a deep and passionate kiss on the lips. His lips soft against yours as it held so much love for one another.

When you two parted you simply rested each other’s foreheads against one another as the sun fully rose from slumber. The sun’s light encapsulates the two of you in its beauty and peace. If only someone could take a picture of this moment right now…

Everything changed after these leaks. Both your management team had reached the agreement to put some space between the two of you to avoid any more evidence that could support the strong claim of your relationship. This meant lesser visits to Taehyung’s compromised apartment and lesser events where your group and BTS could have any interactions.

You barely saw Taehyung now and it felt like you had been thrusted back in time to when you were both getting to know each other and only calling and texting each other at night. Back then it felt like the right amount of time to spend with him, but now it felt too little. You missed him and not being able to see each other for months even when you were both in the same city hurts. You felt so close, yet so far.

BTS had also started growing internationally and Taehyung was spending more time abroad. Especially with their Map of The Soul world tour. You had your world tour too, but you two always made the effort to see each other once a month at most. Now, you barely saw each other in three months.

You didn’t understand why they needed you two to be separated after the rumors. There were always rumors in the Kpop world and they had always managed to payout news outlets, so why this ridiculous rule now? It was making you more and more frustrated by each meeting that you asked them to stop.

It all came to a breaking point in late September 2020. It had been ten months and the BTS world tour had ended in September, yet Taehyung and you hadn’t even seen each other since the summer. You were sick and tired of it and your latest comeback failing to reach the charts had stressed you out immensely.

“You know the question I’m about to ask.” You said coldly as your management team didn’t spare you a glance. Your general meeting had ended and though the other members and staff were still in the same room you didn’t stop yourself from speaking your mind.

“And you know what the answer is to it always.” Your lead manager says as you close your eyes to stop any tears from falling down your cheeks.

You were exhausted. You were exhausted from not making it to the charts and feeling as though all your hard work had turned out to be a failure, and you knew that perhaps a small break to be with Taehyung could fix you up nicely. A cuddle and a kiss could boot you right up to start producing and writing songs again. His touch could ease all your sore muscles and his voice humming songs to you could free your ears from the annoying buzz in your ear. A buzz that you think came from the amount of time you spent sampling beats in the studio, and then listening to the same beats during dance practice. Your head was a mess and you could only hear music through a broken filter.

“It’s been ten months…” You say quietly, though the founder of the company abruptly stands up and slaps his hand on the table.

“We can’t risk it!” He sounded angry as his loud voice shushes everyone.

“All of you! We can’t risk it, and you better listen before I put all of you on a dating ban!” He threatens as collective anger boils between all of you girls. You knew that each and every one of you had committed relationships, so there was no way in any universe would you agree to a dating ban.

“What the hell?! You can’t do that so abruptly! What’s really going on? Why is everyone so tense?!” Your leader speaks up as all staff members quiet down and the room is filled with silence. The clock on the wall could be heard ticking and if you really listened in, you would hear your own patience decreasing with each click.

“We’re nearing bankruptcy, okay?! Your album flopped, we’re losing sponsors, and I can’t afford paying out the media for your issue, okay?!” Your boss snaps as he seems to be on the verge of breaking down.

All your group members were at the same amount of shock as you were, though every

“How much time do we have?” Your leader asks as your boss breathes in a heavy sigh.

“6 months at most. We’re reducing staff and we can push for one more studio album. If it doesn’t chart then we’re done. I’m sorry.”

You left the meeting that evening with tears in your eyes and your head feeling agitated. How could they keep this very important news from you and the girls?! This was your job and your future. You had the right to know what was internally happening. Now, all of you had to give your best for the new comeback or else you would be left jobless.

This fury of emotions in you was getting overwhelming and as soon as you arrived in your apartment you called Taehyung for some comfort. Perhaps you could even see each other tonight. A good takeout dinner and a few kisses and cuddles could fix you right up for the new comeback.

“Hey babe, I’m at a shoot right now.” Taehyung answers the phone as you nodded and mentally noted that he would probably be called to hang up on you at any moment.

“Hey…What time do you end?” You asked meekly before you cleared your throat and leaned on your kitchen counter with a glass of water on your other hand.

“Ten or eleven. Why?” Taehyung seemed to be moving on the other side as you sigh. Late dinner would be fine, as long as you were with him, right?

“I was wondering if we could have some dinner at either of our places. I’ve had a bad day and I miss you.” You say truthfully as you closed your eyes and hold the tears that want to push past your eyelids.

“I’m sorry to hear that baby, but I don’t think it would be good for us to see each other right now. Management—“

“Please Tae. I need you.” You interrupted him as a sob coursed through your throat. You felt pathetic for asking for your boyfriend’s attention when you knew how busy the industry is during this time of the year, but you just heard your dreams are in danger and you needed someone you could vent to.

“Baby… I think it would be better if we follow our mana—“

“God! Do you not want to see me?!” This unexpected rage filled you as you began to see red behind the tears that dripped down your cheeks. Your apartment felt too hot. The heat made you agitated. You wanted one thing and the world couldn’t even give you that.

“You know it’s not like that.” Taehyung’s small voice sounded hurt from behind the phone’s speaker, but it enraged you more knowing your hurt was hurting him. You couldn’t do one thing right, couldn’t you? No. How dare he act hurt when you doubt he even fights for you in their meetings. It was always you asking to see him and he would remind you of both your management team’s warnings.

“Really?! Because I’m starting to think that you don’t even want to see me anymore. We haven’t even seen each other since summer! God knows where you’ve been during your tours.” Your last statement was uncalled for. You knew that. Your anger shouldn’t start accusations especially when you know that the man on the other side of the phone was deeply in love with you, but rage makes you do unexplainable things.

You were angry at everything and everyone, and the words that spilled out of your mouth had no further value but the vile that it carries. Taehyung knew that, but he was in the middle of his fifth shoot of the week. He was trying to be as patient as he could be with you, but a nerve had been touched when you questioned his loyalty. How could you question his loyalty when he has done everything in his power to show you how much he was in love with you? He had asked countless times when he could see you, but rejection was always the answer of his managers.

He hated this year just as much as he hated himself for bringing you out to the balcony that night. Not because he regretted giving you his promise ring, but because he wasn’t thinking properly. He should’ve known that neighboring people could see him with you. He should’ve thought about it clearer. He shouldn’t have placed you in that vulnerable situation, and that idea manifested itself to why he was so willing to follow the rules of his managers. He didn’t want to put you in that place again. He didn’t want both your names to go under fire on Twitter again.

“I don’t want to fight with you right now.” Taehyung says dejectedly as the glass on your hand slips to land on the floor. The sound of the glass shattering on the floor and the water spilling on tiles reached Taehyung’s ears as a shock filled him.

“Baby?! What was that sound? Are you okay?” Taehyung sits up straighter from where he was seated in the waiting room with the rest of his band members. All their eyes went to him as he looked panicked whilst on his phone call.

“Yeah, just a glass of water. I’ll talk to you later, V.” Your voice was monotone and the usage of his stage name had caused a frown to rest on Taehyung’s face. It felt strange. It felt as though you were placing a barrier between you and him when you used his stage name. The same barrier an idol had with their fans, but your relationship wasn’t like that. You were the love of his life and the keeper of his promise. Getting called his stage name by you felt cold.

Taehyung turns his phone off after you hang up on him and he leans back on the sofa he sat on. Yoongi sat asleep on his right whilst Jungkook was nearing sleep on his left, though Jimin sat across the room on another sofa with his eyebrow furrowed as if asking the younger for what that was about. However, Jimin was beaten to ask Taehyung about his call as Namjoon pipes in from sitting beside Jimin.

“What was that about?” Namjoon asks as Taehyung sighs. He didn’t want to answer, but now five pairs of eyes were on him and the ears of their makeup artists were pressuring him to answer with something.

“You already know.” Taehyung says in a low voice, though his hyungs nod in understanding.

“I don’t get why you don’t just go see her. You know, I break Sejin’s rules all the time.” Jimin says as he earns a warning shove from Namjoon and a laugh from Hoseok. They all eventually break Sejin’s rules and Taehyung himself even broke his rules earlier into courting you, but he shouldn’t risk it now. Not when your names were out there and any signs that you were dating would be taken as the truth.

“We’ll help you sneak out later, Taehyung ah.” Jin offers as he flashes the younger a playful grin and a wink from his seat in front of the mirror surrounded by makeup artists.

“Sejin will pay you out of everything.”

“You have to be careful though. Our company could buy you out, but hers might not have the funds for it.” Hoseok pipes in as his sudden negative input has everyone turning to him with questioning looks.

“Don’t you guys look at their stocks? It’s been getting lower since last year. It might be the reason why you weren’t protected from the balcony incident.” Hoseok says as he flashes the boys his screen that is filled with stocks.

“No, the balcony incident was because the people who caught us immediately posted it without the help of media outlets. Our management can only protect us to an extent.” Taehyung now speaks as he shakes his head and massages his forehead. They all knew that. If fans capture them then it would pose a larger threat because they were willing to release any media without sending an email and deal to companies.

But what Taehyung did take note from what his hyung said was how your company’s stocks were lowering. You never told him that problem so he thinks it isn’t a major problem, though if his hyung knew about it then the changes must be drastic.

And they were drastic. After you hang up on Taehyung, you have turned your tears into a driving power to get working on some lyrics in your notebook. You didn’t even realize the amount of time that had passed as you spent it hunched over the coffee table writing away. The glass shards still littered the tiles of the kitchen and your mascara still darkened your eyes.

It was already one in the morning and Taehyung carefully got into your apartment building as both his hands held your favorite takeout paper bags with drinks. The boys had in fact helped him sneak out of the dorm that night, and it took him a few minutes and taxi rides to finally get everything he wanted to buy for the night.

He was going to apologize tonight. He was going to tell you the truth of everything on his mind and he would listen to everything you had to say. He wanted to make things right and it starts with giving you a kiss as soon as he enters the door.

The knock from your apartment’s door was the first sound you’d heard in the past few hours. It brought you to consciousness from your endless writing, and when you looked down to see your work everything was only an incomprehensible mess. Dried tear stains littered the pages and the callus on your finger grew thicker from friction.

You pushed yourself up from your spot on the carpet and walked carefully towards your front door. Another soft knock followed after some silence and you wanted to tell the person on the other side that you were coming, though your throat was raw from lack of usage.

“Hey baby.” Taehyung’s figure greets you as you open the door. His freshly trimmed dark hair covered his forehead as his mask was discarded under his chin. His figure was engulfed in a black jacket with its hood unused. A soft smile played on his lips, though it fell as soon as he saw your figure. The smile instead was replaced with a look of worry as you can only imagine what state you looked like.

“I— I’m so sorry I didn’t come any sooner…” Taehyung immediately sets down the paper bags of food by the doorway before approaching you to engulf in a big warm hug. The hug that you had wished for earlier, and finally your emotions were put to ease.

The little droplets of rain left on his jacket and his steady heartbeat got rid of every pain and anger you had in your body and you finally let your eyes close as you hugged him back. His breath on top of your head slowly brings you back to the love and warmth you always knew would come to you.

“Tae, my— my company…”

You both had let everything out through dinner. In the early hours of the day, you both cried and laughed. You catched up with the happenings of each other's lives and you forgave each other.

“You know what would be great right now?” You spoke as Taehyung looked up to you from his place on your lap. His head rested on the valley of your thighs as his Hwarang drama played on the TV in your living room. His eyes bright and a soft smile permanently plastered to his lips.

“What?”

“A cone of ice cream.” You say as you watch his eyes brighten at the idea. So what if he just got his teeth cleaned and they were sensitive to cold food? If you wanted ice cream then he wants it too.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s get some ice cream!” He says as he sits up and turns off the TV.

“Tae, we can’t go out.” You remind him though the brow he raises and smug look on his face just makes a smile break your lips.

“I don’t care. No payouts, no worries. If they know then they’ll know. I’ll get my girl her ice cream!”

You giggle as Taehyung goes into your bedroom and comes out with a large black puffer jacket, a pair of warm socks, and a scarf. He ordered you to stand up as he wrapped the warm jacket over your figure and wrapped your neck up with a scarf. He pulls out a wet wipe to gently wipe your face with any dried tears or mascara before he pulls you towards the front door.

He doesn’t even let you crouch down to tie your own shoes or put your own socks on because he does it for you before he does his own. And soon you were already walking out your apartment building with his hand playing with yours.

You ended up grabbing a cone of your favorite ice cream from an ice cream place that was open 24/7. It was roughly a fifteen minute walk from your place and when he sensed your pace slowing, he took a detour and took you to a riverside road that had benches looking out onto the river.

Light bulbs tied into strings hung from trees and the gentle flow of the river made the place serene. You two sat on a bench and ate your ice cream by the river as silence engulfed you two. A comforting peace hugging you tightly as time seemed nonexistent when you were with him. You leaned your head on his shoulder and basked in the moment. A buzz of restlessness ringing in your ear, though it didn’t matter whenever he was near.

If someone took a picture of you now then you wouldn’t care anymore. As long as you were with him then you would be fine.

Everyone was convinced that the two of you were dating and ever since then you were a bit more shameless to post pictures on your instagram with a few too many similarities to deny that you two weren’t in the same place at the same time.

With the news of your unconfirmed relationship reaching new lengths with more leaked content, you two became somewhat old news. Everyone knew there was something undeniable between you two, though nothing had been confirmed. Your two companies stayed out of it after their first statement that only clarified that both of you weren’t engaged, though it also said that your companies had no rights in your personal engagements.

A month after, your latest comeback had been released and it was a massive pop. It had landed the charts and stayed on the Top 5 even with rising competition and BTS’s unstoppable Dynamite single. And Maybe, just maybe, it could save your company’s decline.

The end of November was the season of awardings and your latest comeback just manages to squeeze into the eligibility period of the criteria. Which meant your hit comeback had actually landed you multiple nominations, and perhaps your first ever Daesang? If that was possible against BTS’s unstoppable year.

It felt as though your struggles through the year were getting set to rest, and whatever happens now was up to the world’s hands.

Arriving in the 2020 Mnet Asian Music Awards felt like a reward. You could finally relax and enjoy the event of your year’s work. In these events you would always remember how it changed your life by letting you and Taehyung meet gazes. How it made you meet your closest friends and interact with fans from different fandoms. It was a celebration whether you left as a winner or not.

Taehyung took his first step out to walk the red carpet as cameras flash all around him. The crowd of fans behind the media outlets raised their phone cameras as cheers roared. His bandmates smiled and waved as they took a spot right in front of the banner backdrop.

They were missing Yoongi that night. The rapper was absent to recover from his long due shoulder surgery that he got in an accident years ago. This small change in their usual order had all the staff and management team on edge. They already had to relearn their choreography and positions for the performance tonight, and the staff were busy all week to find ways on how they would spend Yoongi’s rap parts of the song without him, so it was an understatement to say that everyone was a little tired and on edge for tonight.

The six remaining members all arranged themselves into their familiar order, with Taehyung leading the line and leaving a space for Yoongi before Jin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Jimin, and Hoseok followed in order.

They all stopped at the first spot where semi-popular outlets took pictures of them and their different colored suits. They all had a mix of muted navy, white, and some accents of maroon, a color scheme that stood out from the classic black suit. Taehyung wore navy trousers and a matching suit jacket whilst his undershirt was a satin white. His suit jacket was buttoned up to his chest and had a maroon colored handkerchief in its pocket.

After a few seconds, a director had signed for Taehyung to continue walking along the carpet as the boy group Seventeen, that was ahead of them in the queue, moved towards the part of the carpet where the event hosts would interview them.

Taehyung glanced behind him to make sure his bandmates were following him as he moved further up the queue. They stopped once again with their line still intact and they posed for the more known media outlets.

At the same time, their junior’s Tomorrow X Together arrived and followed them in the queue by taking their previous spot. Their hoobaes dressed in fitting black suits as they arranged themselves in a line and posed for the cameras. The crowd also cheered for them, before they reverted their attention to the short interview held on the members of Seventeen.

Another cue of a director made Taehyung turn to watch the Seventeen walk inside the building. He waited patiently for all members to enter before he followed to occupy the spot they had left. The host, Song Joong Ki, greeted the members as Taehyung was handed two microphones that he passed to his bandmates. He would let his hyung’s take care of the interview answers, though he still smiled to the cameras that flashed and broadcasted the carpet.

“Welcome! Bangtan Sonyeondan!” Song Joong Ki announces as classic questions fall from his lips, though he has lost all of Taehyung’s attention when he saw you enter to lead your group on the queue of the carpet.

Your body clad in a white angelic like satin material dress. It had thick bows as spaghetti straps on your shoulders, though it kept the skin of your collarbone and shoulders exposed. It hugged your torso tightly almost like a corset before it loosened below your waists and made you seem like a doll. Hemline details on your skirt had separated the silky fabric of the bodice and majority of the skirt to the more flowy and scrunched material that gave your dress an airy aura. Your white heels polished to shine as bright as the cameras, and your angel-like makeup made Taehyung feel like he was actually seeing an angel.

He didn’t care if people saw how his mouth stood agape and how his gaze stayed on you for a moment too long. It was the only appropriate reaction to your outfit. Your bandmates also had varying white dresses on, yet you seemed like the star of the show. A true beauty that he was blessed to witness in his lifetime.

“Taehyung ah, stop staring at your girlfriend and move.” Jin had whispered to Taehyung. The space for Yoongi in between them had disappeared as Taehyung snapped his gaze back to his hyung. He could see you posing for pictures on his peripheral vision, though the slight nudge of Jin pushing him along to enter the venue was enough for him to stop watching you.

He could even see Jimin flashing him a smirk as it was quite obvious who had stolen all his attention. Taehyung was shameless as he only smiled and calmly walked towards the small steps leading to the venue.

He wondered how he would celebrate tonight. The Mnet Asian Music Awards always have been an indicator to him that it had been another year since he met the most beautiful angel on Earth. He would always replay the moment he caught your eyes when he received an award, and sometimes, if he was lucky, your eyes would meet and he falls for you deeper than he had the first time you met. Gosh, he hoped one of the cameras had gotten a good picture of you because he can’t wait to make it his homesc—

Bang.

And screaming was all he heard as his head snapped to find out what the commotion was about. Everyone’s handheld cameras had turned to the start of the queue, and the cameras that were on fixed stands to face the carpet in front were left unattended by the camera directors. All their eyes widening at a sight that Taehyung couldn’t see.

Security guards that stood near the venue entrance had run past Taehyung to get to the commotion, though Taehyung couldn’t see through a combination of his hyung’s heads and the bodies of managers and staff that filled the red carpet.

Taehyung was more curious than worried about the commotion. All he knew was that the commotion had taken place at the start of the queue where he stood just a few moments ago. Taehyung watched as all his members tried to raise their necks to see past the crowd.

Namjoon had tapped a staff member to ask what happened, and Taehyung would have intently eavesdropped the conversation if not for the face Jimin had flashed Taehyung as he turned with a worried look. It was a look that knew something.

How did Jimin see through the crowd? They didn’t know.

“What is it?” Taehyung asked as Jimin stopped stretching his neck and stared at him with wide eyes whilst licking his lips as if he was finding the right words to describe the situation he saw.

But Taehyung didn’t need to hear it from him as Jin soon found a gap to see what happened, and the loud ‘woah’ that involuntarily left his throat was enough for all members present to look at him.

However, just like Jimin did after seeing the commotion, their eldest member flashed Taehyung worried eyes before grabbing Taehyung’s wrist as if he could bolt at any moment. These glances and actions were starting to worry Taehyung now. He would understand if the members who saw something happened wouldn’t want the other members to know, but why did it look as if they didn’t want him specifically to know or react.

“What?” Taehyung’s Daegu accent came out as he was getting worried at what was happening.

Then a few gasps came from the crowd that watched and Taehyung finally found a gap to see someone on top of another person at the start of the queue. Right where your group was standing mere seconds ago.

Taehyung tugged at Jin’s grip as he finally saw someone pull the erratically moving person off the floor and the person she had pinned to the floor.

Who was getting attacked? Taehyung didn’t know yet, but something in his stomach told him that his hyungs knew.

The crazy woman was pulled off the floor by a security guard. Taehyung's gaze went from the woman fighting the guard to one of the barriers that separated the general crowd of fans from the photographers, carpet, and artists. The barrier was on the floor as other fans didn’t dare cross it, though he had figured that the loud bang was from the barrier falling to the floor.

Taehyung then let his gaze wander to whoever the woman had pinned to the floor and lo and behold… it was you.

Seeing your messy hair and disoriented figure had blood surging through Taehyung’s body. A different type of adrenaline flowed through him unlike the ones he experiences at concerts. No, this one made him want to fight and flight at the same time.

Taehyung easily pulled away from Jin’s grip as he walked past Jimin before he could block his way. The call of his name from Hoseok and Jungkook fell on deaf ears as he continued his fast strides towards you. His eyes fixed on your figure before it was lost behind a crowd of people.

Taehyung pushed past TXT with little to no problems. He simply murmured an apology and an ‘excuse me’ as he passed through.

A ring of people had circled where you were supposed to be as Taehyung pushed past people in his goal to reach you. It felt as though his body was walking through quicksand at how he had to forcibly get his body past the crowd.

He can feel his suit get wrinkled and his shoes get stepped on. His hair must be ruffled by now and perhaps one of his prop rings had already slipped past a finger, but it didn’t matter. As long as the silver band he had as your promise was fine and he gets to you in the least amount of time then anything else could be replaceable.

With one more push he finally got to the middle of the crowd. The air felt less dense, though Taehyung couldn’t get a proper breath in until he could see that you were okay.

It didn’t take long for your eyes to meet each other though. Your wide blown out eyes reach peace as your eyes meet his, and he would be lying if your eyes didn’t give him just a small bit of ease running through his body.

He immediately took a step towards you as a few gasps were heard followed by a louder bang rang and silenced his surroundings. A disorienting buzz ran through his ears as he turned towards the woman to see her get tackled to the floor by multiple security guards and a gun slipping past her grip.

The bang wasn’t another barrier falling…

She shot a bullet

And he didn’t know where it landed.

Taehyung reached for you to engulf with his body and shield you from the direction the woman was. You immediately collapsed into his grip as you brought your hands to cover your face and bury yourself in Taehyung’s suit.

“Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt? D—did you…” Taehyung couldn’t finish what he wanted to ask you as he opted to skim your body for any obvious injuries.

He wasn't going to admit it but he was looking for a bullet wound under the fabric of your dress, though all he saw was the ruffled satin material as you cried onto his chest. His grip on you tightened as he turned his head back to see proper police men restrain the woman in handcuffs.

“You’re okay now. You’re fine. You’re safe, baby. She’s gone.” Taehyung repeats his words over your hair. A kiss landing on your messy hair. His whispers of comfort placed ease into both your bodies, though you could still hear his heart pumping heavily.

“Tae…” You were breathless as tears uncontrollably dripped down your cheeks. You were just thankful that Taehyung was blocking you from the media. Now that the woman was gone, the media was bound to get an aftermath photo of you so you were just glad they couldn’t see you in the middle of a breakdown.

“Yes baby? Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?” Taehyung asked as he rubbed a hand on the top of your hair to soothe down some loose strands, though the action was more to comfort you than fix up your appearance. He was well aware of the cameras and whispers around you.

“Are— are you hurt? The g-gun…” Your voice shakes as you wipe your tears and look up at him.

The sounds of cameras flashing, managers and staff speaking loudly, and police, was the loud buzzing of your ear. It started right as you were tackled to the ground with a twist of your ankle and your head hitting the not so soft red carpet. It still heavily buzzes in your ear over any other noise, excluding Taehyung’s calming voice which you can hear just as clear as the vibrations of your heart pumping.

“No. No, I’m not hurt, baby. Please answer me now. Are you okay?” Taehyung repeats himself whilst placing emphasis on the word ‘you’. He brings a gentle hand to wipe tears sliding down your cheek as you take in the condition of your body.

“My— my ankle… I think I twisted it when I fell, but I think I’m fine.” You say as the adrenaline wears off and an uncomfortable sting comes to your left ankle. You still stood on your heels effortlessly, though a growing tingle had started to spread from where the heel’s strap held onto your ankle.

“Okay. Thank you for answering.” Taehyung kisses your lips swiftly before he raises a hand to call for attention, and looks towards the direction of the venue. Paramedics and staff that were on standby were already walking down the carpet as your eyes even catch Jimin’s worried eyes skimming over both you and Taehyung. The medics were by your side in no time as the crowd around you disperse.

“She said that she might’ve twisted her ankle.” Taehyung says to the paramedics who nodded, though they didn’t signal him to let go just yet.

“Let’s go to the back to check for further injuries. The media is out of control.” A manager suggested to the paramedics who agreed.

“Can you walk?” Taehyung asks as you merely nodded before you were led to a private space behind the wall of the red carpet. Taehyung continued to support you as you took heavy steps in your heels.

The small space behind the backdrop wasn’t too spacious though it was enough to shield you as the paramedics opened a kit and let you sit down on a small plastic stool. Taehyung stood right beside you. Your fingers intertwine as your fingers meet the cold material of his promise ring, and that’s when it hits you.

“Sh-shit.” Your once dried cheeks had now turned wet again as you looked down to your hand and found all your fingers were bare from any jewelry.

“Shh… You’re fine, baby. You’re getting treated.” Taehyung rubs your head to help soothe you though your sobs start to grow as the paramedics ask you what’s wrong, though you only shook your head to dismiss them.

“Tae… I lost the— the ring. It— It must have fell when I—“

“It’s fine, baby. I can buy you a new one.” Taehyung reassures you, though you were inconsolable.

“Please, say something if this hurts Miss.” The medic speaks as she caresses the skin of your ankle. A yelp leaving your lips as the medics nodded and continued to assess your shin.

From the way your chest heaved with each sob and the way tears fell from your eyes, the medics couldn’t assess you properly though they made the best of the situation and made the decision to take you to the hospital.

“Taehyung, you need to get into the venue. The event is going to be delayed, but groups need to be inside the venue for security checks and safety.” His manager speaks as his head pops from the other side of the backdrop. A wheelchair strolling behind him as the medics explain to you that they were taking you to the hospital.

“What? I can’t leave her right now. Did you see what happened?!” Taehyung didn’t mean to raise his voice, though he couldn’t leave you right now. Perhaps you were physically okay, but that must have been mentally shocking and he wants to be there just to comfort you even if it doesn’t make a big difference.

“Yes, I did see. Everyone saw. And we don't know if there’s another sasaeng out there, so we need you to get in the venue now.” The manager said sternly, though Taehyung continued to ignore the orders.

He instead opted to help guide you to sit comfortably on the wheelchair. His finger grazing over red scratch marks on the skin of your forearm. He hadn’t seen those earlier, though he doubts the paramedics had missed it.

When they exited from behind the backdrop they were met with security guards escorting them to the road where the ambulance was parked. Taehyung walked alongside the wheelchair as the paramedic wheeled you to the ambulance. His manager followed a few paces behind.

You writhed with shame as you thought about all the news that could be written on this night alone and you hadn’t even entered the venue yet. You weren’t sure you could.

Taehyung was held back by his manager before he could enter the ambulance with you. His gaze in question and slight irritation as he was met by the face of their manager once more, though this time his members were walking out the venue in search of him.

“Kim Taehyung don’t go. For her sake. You can see her after, but right now we need you inside for the media's sake.” Their manager says more desperate now as he turns to meet your eyes that were inside the ambulance.

He was all too aware of the eyes watching both of you and he could tell that you were too. You gave him a slight nod as a sign that you’d be fine as he nodded more to himself and took a step back to be with his manager. For your sake, he wasn’t going to be with you right now. Not when the media would be having a frenzy already. For you, your company, and your reputation.

“Come on, get inside.” The manager nudged Taehyung to follow behind him as he kept his gaze down on the floor when a few cameras took pictures of him walking to the entrance.

A shiny piece of jewelry caught his attention as he bent down and found the promise ring he had given you last year. A promise ring that had caused you more tears than he wanted you to have.

“Come on, V.” Jimin says as he reaches out for Taehyung to accompany him in walking to the venue behind the rest of the members that flashed him pitiful looks.

“You did the right thing. She needed you, and you’ll see each other after this.” Jimin reassured, as Taehyung’s eyes began to sting from behind, though he tried to stop the emotions from showing in his eyes.

“They said it was a sasaeng?” Taehyung asked as the security guards opened the door for them and they entered the dark and cold doors of the big venue that the 21st Mnet Asian Music Awards would take place in.

“Apparently. I tried my best to eavesdrop and they said that the motive might’ve been because of your relationship. She was ARMY.” Jimin summarized everything he had heard as they both stopped in a dim hallway to wait for staff to open a door that led to the artist area.

“I still don’t get how she managed to walk past security, staff, and camera directors. How did she even have a gun?!” Taehyung was exasperated as the two ‘95 liners leaned against the padded walls. Taehyung leaned his head on Jimin’s shoulder as Jungkook came up to squeeze his shoulder.

“Is she okay? We heard guns were involved.” Jungkook asked as it was obvious that the rest of his bandmates were listening from behind the maknae.

“Yeah. She’s shaken up. Maybe even have a twisted ankle and a few scratches.” Taehyung says as his eyes zone out on the pattern of the carpet and his fingers play on the ring he held on his finger.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon shows himself from behind Jungkook as Taehyung simply nods.

The night had gone by like a blur. It was obvious to everyone watching that he was not as present as he should have been, though nobody blames him. The views of the event had skyrocketed after news broke out that an artist was attacked and yet the event continued on. Hashtags about the event and incident even went viral prior to the awards finishing because clips of Taehyung running towards you and escorting you to the ambulance had gone viral. It practically happened in front of everybody so it was bound to get posted, and technically no blood or gore had been shown so the content wasn’t blocked as quickly as both your companies and the event organizers wanted them to be.

Taehyung walks through the hospital hallways with paper bags of your favorite takeout food, your favorite drink, some spare clothes of his that you could change to in case your personal assistant didn’t bring good comfy clothes, and a small cake of your favorite flavor. He had made do with how late it was and how your favorite bakery was already closed.

It felt like deja vu once again. However, this time he wasn’t riding the elevator to your apartment but rather riding it to your hospital room.

Your absence from the event was so painstakingly obvious for him and everyone. He was jittery all night, and your group seemed so small when they occupied the stage for their performance. It was obvious that they had done last minute blocking, and the bactrack had been used for your solo parts. They seemed so small when they walked down the artist area and got to the stage to receive the Best Female Group award and the Best Female Group Dance Performance award. Your group wasn’t small in the sense that they had little members, though it felt like something was missing. Your big bubbly smile and your funny yet carefully worded speech was missing, and Taehyung could speak for everyone that your presence was greatly missed.

He had received a text from you as soon as the event ended and when he got his phone back. Your text contained your congratulations for him and his wins and performances. Jimin even showed Taehyung a message you sent that congratulated Jimin and the rest of BTS. It was certainly a good year for them, and you had grown closer towards your boyfriend’s close friend despite only interacting a few times.

You told him that he should probably visit later into the evening since your group would be visiting you after the event, though Taehyung didn’t listen and still went as fast as he could when ordering food.

He arrived at your hospital room at almost two in the morning and from what he could hear, your bandmates were still in your hospital room talking to you.

He knocked on the door and heard the girls quiet down as one of the members opened the door to see Taehyung standing in the middle of the hallway with his PA behind him holding the bag of clothes and box of cake.

“Hey, sorry to intrude on your celebrations but can I come see my girlfriend?” Taehyung says as a smile couldn’t help but creep up his face as his heart swells with pride with how he openly says that you were his girlfriend.

“Yah Y/Nah, your boyfriend is here.” The member smiled brightly as she opened the door wider to show you laying in the hospital bed with wide eyes from Taehyung’s early arrival. Your other bandmates had visibly smiled brighter when Taehyung entered the room.

“Good evening.” Taehyung greets as he places all of the paper bags on a nearby table and bows deeply to your bandmates.

“Congratulations on your wins and performance!”

All of your bandmates greet the same words as they bow just as deep to their sunbaenim.

“You should have told us Kim Taehyung sunbaenim was coming. We should’ve ordered more food for him—“ You leader speaks as you stay silent yet a small smiles lingers on your lips when Taehyung doesn’t let his eyes leave you.

“It’s okay. I brought some takeout to eat, and a cake to celebrate your wins.” Taehyung opens the small cake he had brought as his PA takes his leave and walks out the door.

“Oh V sunbaenim, thank you! We already had some cake, but I’m sure Y/N would love that. She barely ate anything tonight.” One of your members discloses as you send her a warning gaze as her face contorts into a look of apology.

Taehyung’s brown doe eyes met yours once more and this time it held the same worry it had earlier in the evening. You hated that. You hated seeing him worried over you, though at the same time it made you feel so cared for.

“We should probably get going. We need some rest and we can celebrate properly when you’re feeling better Y/N.” Your group’s leader says as they all excused themselves after they bid you well and congratulated Taehyung once more.

You were left in the silence of your hospital room with Taehyung at last. It felt like a decade just to get some time alone ever since the incident, and it felt like a reward to finally be alone together after the stressful night.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Taehyung asks as he comes towards the side of the bed to give you a kiss on your cheek.

“Not in the mood for it.” You say honestly because you really didn’t feel hungry, though Taehyung’s brow raised to doubt your answer.

“Come on, don’t let me eat all of this alone.” He says as your favorite food reaches your nose. The aroma turns the wheel of your appetite as Taehyung moves the table closer to the side of your bed.

“Seriously, Tae…”

“Please baby? Let me food you a few spoonfuls at least? It would help me feel better.” Taehyung asks as you nod willingly.

He opens up a container and grabs a wooden spoon to fill with the right amount of everything before guiding the spoon to your open mouth. The warmth of the food immediately landing in your stomach as a satisfied hum left you. Taehyung smiled at that and took his own bite with a smile.

“How’s your ankle?” He asks.

“It’s twisted, but it should heal well. I’ll be walking around with a brace, but it's not like we have a comeback coming.” You say as you move your leg from under the white blanket and show him the brace that keeps your ankle straight.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be here though. They said that I’m showing symptoms of an acute concussion, so it would be better to keep me under observation. That’s why I’m not really eating food right now. I don’t want to throw it up in case this does happen to be a concussion. ” You shrug as you eye the movie that showed on the TV.

Taehyung took your left hand in his and raised it to meet his lips. His breath grazing over your ring finger as you feel him slide a familiar metal back to its place.

“What— Woah! You found it!” You smile as you check the ring to truly see if it was the same ring he had given you a year ago. The same small dent that you had accidentally struck against the wall had grazed the design and you knew for a fact that it was the same ring you had worn as a promise.

“It’s kinda hard to miss. No wonder everyone saw it when we wore it.” Taehyung chuckles as he kisses your hand again before you pull him closer to you to kiss on the lips.

His usually soft lips still had some remnants of lipstick from the makeup of their performance. However, the surface wasn’t the soft flesh you’ve come to be familiar with. It was bitten and cracked in some places. Some skin was freshly peeled and others were dry and waiting for the time to be peeled. It was a sign that he had bitten them off prematurely as a coping mechanism from anxiety.

“I’m sorry, baby. I— I heard the fan was a sasaeng and I didn’t even try that hard to join you in the ambulance, but I— I didn’t want the media following and— and our companies… It’s not an excuse—“

“Tae, it’s not your fault.” You state sternly with your expression straight. You didn’t know where this reaction was coming from, but you had to shut down all those thoughts.

“She was a sasaeng— an ARMY…” Taehyung was teary eyed as he sat on the side of the bed with his hands wrapped around your waist as your arms rested on his shoulders.

“You can’t control them and you can’t control what our agencies tell us to do. Just like how they told us to keep some distance when we told them about our relationship. We can break what they say sometimes, but eventually we know we have to follow them. Like how we still kept on seeing each other and how you still had to join the event.” You explained as he nodded.

He was tongue tied or perhaps he didn’t have anything more to say. He just wanted to hold you and tell himself he did everything he could to prevent what happened and that at the end of the day you are fine with injuries that could be fixed. He wanted to kiss you and feel your skin against his. He wanted to breathe in your scent and feel your chest move with every inhale and exhale.

So he did just that. He laid beside you and brought your body down with him to embrace. Your skin against his as you both settle in a comfortable position.

“What if we weren’t idols?”

“Don’t say that Tae. We met because we were idols. We met because we wanted to study being idols and you saw me because you are a damn good idol.” You say as Taehyung laughs and kisses your cheeks.

“I know, but like what if we went away for a while. Just the two of us and some place we don’t know.” Taehyung proposes as you tilt your head to think over the idea as you signal him to continue his brewing thought.

“Just for a few days or a week. We deserve it after a long year. Besides, it’s my birthday soon.” Taehyung smiles brighter when he mentions his birthday as if you hadn’t been saving up for his birthday gift already.

“That does sound nice…”

“So it’s settled! New Year’s and my birthday in some place we don’t know! I’ll start planning it tomorrow.” Taehyung smiles as you laugh with him, but really he was planning on replacing your dented ring with a new one.

“Also I brought some clothes. I was wondering if I could sleep here tonight.” Taehyung asks as you smile and land a kiss on his lips.

“I was waiting for you to say that. My parents are visiting early in the morning though, so you better be up by then.” You both chuckle as he kisses you once more.

“Are you comfy in your clothes? I have your favorite sweater in the bag, and a coat in case you ever feel like having ice cream again.”

You chuckle as you slightly nudge his shoulder. This man truly was something else.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY V!

And

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

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3 years ago

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. ★°*ﾟ

Su-Hyeok x Fem!Reader | 5.2k words

Warning/Rating: Fainting/Language/T

Premise: Five times you and Su-Hyeok correct people about your relationship status and one time you both just accept it.

Author’s Note: This is an AU fic set outside of the zombie world where you and Su-Hyeok are childhood friends (also neighbors!) but everyone mistakes you for a couple. I personally love the 5 + 1 prompts, so I wanted to challenge it myself. I don’t think I’ll get over AOUAD any time soon, or Su-Hyeok for that matter, so I’m pouring my love into writing for this franchise. Requests for other Su-Hyeok prompts are also welcomed! ♡

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷1. Ms. Park

“Su-Hyeok, what do you think of Nam-Ra’s interpretation?”

Class 2-5 all turn their heads to the back, trying—but failing—to suppress their laughter, awaiting what kind of nonsense would spew from Su-Hyeok’s mouth this time around.

“I agree. She’s 100% correct.”

Some giggles slip through before Ms. Park silences them by holding her hand up.

“Great,” Ms. Park says sarcastically, with an air of teasing. “Now…just what do you agree with again?”

Su-Hyeok doesn’t even falter, replying with, “If she could be kind enough to repeat her response so that I can gather my thoughts more coherently….”

The whole class loses it right then and there.

His seat-mate further rubs salt into the wound by whispering between bouts of laughter, “Yah, did you even have any thoughts to begin with?” This earns him a glare, but he was too far gone to care.

Su-Hyeok grimaces, seeing the disappointment on Ms. Park’s face mixed with amusement as she gestures for Nam-Ra to recite her previous statement again. With the amount of times he acts up in the same manner on a regular basis, he’s surprised and grateful that she still allows him to step foot into class for lessons.

Nam-Ra rises once again, her chair creaking slightly, though that doesn’t wake you up from your nap next to her. Currently, you were turned away from the window, left elbow flat on the desk surface as a makeshift pillow.

“All of us have some sort of prejudice. We all have preconceptions about other people.”

“Precisely,” Ms. Park compliments. “Thank you, Nam-Ra, for saying that twice.” With her emphasis on the word, she fixes her stern gaze on Su-Hyeok, but her next words are the exact opposite. “Bare-Su, please pay more attention to my lesson during class time and less on staring at your girlfriend, Y/N.” She raises her eyebrows teasingly.

Su-Hyeok is quick to correct her, trying to suppress the heat he feels slowly making its way up to his face. “Ms. Park,” he says incredulously. “We’re not together.”

“Eyyy,” Dae-Su’s booming voice reverberates in the classroom. “Now you’re just making up lies.”

You stir at the loud sound, but it’s still not enough to make you open your eyes.

“I’m serious, Dae-Su,” Su-Hyeok splutters.

“Yet you’re not denying having stared at Y/N~,” Woo-Jin drawls, giving Dae-Su’s awaiting hand a high-five with a resounding smack.

“Dumbass duo!” Su-Hyeok says exasperatedly to deaf ears. “Ms. Park, how come Y/N is taking a sound nap in class, but I’m the one being ganged up on?”

“This is the first time it has happened, and she’s still ranked 3rd in the class. I’ll let it slide,” Ms. Park crosses her arms and smiles, entertained by Su-Hyeok’s excuses.

“Isn’t this blatant favoritism?” Su-Hyeok mumbles under his breath.

“You also favor Y/N, so you can’t be one to talk,” his seat-mate once again teases.

“You’re not even on the baseball team so why are you so hell-bent on hitting home runs with your sassy remarks today, huh?” Su-Hyeok slaps him upside the head.

“Alright, alright, settle down class. I think that’s enough punishment for our Bare-Su today.”

When Ms. Park turns back to the blackboard, she says loud enough for the class to hear, “No worries. We can just ask Y/N for confirmation when she’s up.”

By how much the students were cracking up, it suddenly seems like a free period.

“Seonsaengnim!”

At Su-Hyeok’s outburst, you wake up, trying to settle back into reality.

Of course, Ms. Park notices your state of rousing. She’s not one to miss any little detail. “Ah, good morning to you, Y/N. So glad you can finally join us.” Her words hold no malice at all, but you’re still sheepish.

Shyly scratching you head, you voice out, “I apologize for dozing off. Did I miss anything?”

You finally notice all eyes on you. Well, save for Su-Hyeok’s. “Guys….? Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Well—" Dae-Su begins but is cut off by Ms. Park.

“Please refrain from sleeping again in my class as it’s a distraction…to some more than others.”

Laughter rings loud and clear again as you turn to Nam-Ra for answers.

“Banjang, you’re the smartest one here. What’s going on?”

Nam-Ra turns to you with a slight smirk, an expression you’ve never seen on her before, despite how much she’s warmed up to you as her seat-mate and friend, though she’s hesitant to admit to the latter.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Nam-Ra says dismissively, but lightly. “Ms. Park was just teaching Su-Hyeok about preconceptions.”

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷2. On-Jo

Linking your arm through Nam-Ra’s while balancing your tray with your other hand, you pull her in the direction of where On-Jo and I-Sak were already seated with their own lunches piled high with food.

“Save some for the rest of us, On-Jo,” you joke as you and Nam-Ra sit down on the opposite bench, pointing to your friend’s tray.

“Ha ha, very funny,” On-Jo pouts. “I don’t eat a lot; I just eat well.”

“A little too well,” Nam-Ra chimes in, causing you to choke on your banana milk in laughter and surprise. Since Nam-Ra started opening up to your friend group, you can already see the influence it’s had on her. Her conversations may still be minimal, but boy do they pack a punch.

While you all wait for the rowdy boys to join, I-Sak mimes pulling you, Nam-Ra, and On-Jo into a huddle and whispers, “So, have you guys thought about who’s asking who to the spring formal in a few months?” Here, she raises her eyebrows and adds, “Better yet, who are you hoping will ask you?”

“Aish,” you rebuke. “I thought you were about to spill your biggest secret or something!”

“Hey, I’m just curious! Not all of us are set and ready like you are, Y/N!” I-Sak winks at you as you’re in the middle of chewing.

You finish your bite before replying, “Huh?”

“Well, you and Su-Hyeok are already dating, so isn’t it obvious you’ll be attending together?” On-Jo answers.

Flabbergasted, you retort, “But we’re not in a relationship. I thought that was what’s obvious.” Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“Tsk, since when did you become so good at lying, our sweet and innocent Y/N?” I-Sak pokes you with the clean end of her chopstick.

“There’s nothing going on between us,” you emphasize. “I’ve known him since we were babies, and he definitely doesn’t like me in that way. I know that for a fact!” You point from Nam-Ra, to On-Jo, and finally to I-Sak. “Not one more word from you guys, alright?”

Nam-Ra slurps a spoonful of her seaweed soup loudly.

You turn to her and narrow your eyes. “Now, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you said not one more word,” Nam-Ra says without missing a beat. “That was a sound.”

You could never win against Nam-Ra verbally. “Don’t tell me you agree with On-Jo and I-Sak,” you say while facepalming. “Look guys, he’s really sweet, kind, caring, brave…” Realizing you’re rambling when the girls give you a look, you blush and backpedal, “What I mean,” you say as you fix them all with a gaze of finality, “is that it’d be weird. We grew up together, and we fight all the time.”

“I like to call that lover’s quarrel,” On-Jo states.

You roll your eyes and throw a clean crumpled napkin at her, which she manages to dodge.

“I also forgot nice smile, athletic, handsome—" I-Sak mimics your voice. You know it’s bad how spot-on it is when even Nam-Ra laughs.

“Yah! Do you want to die?”

On-Jo protects I-Sak from your slaps to her arm.

“Just admit that you like—" On-Jo is interrupted by a voice you know all too well.

“Like what?” Su-Hyeok asks, oblivious, as he plops down next to you, nudging your shoulder with his out of habit as the boys fill in the rest of the bench, focused on their own conversations.

“Yeah, Y/N, what were you going to say?” I-Sak prods, smiling wider than you thought humanly possible.

You turn to Nam-Ra for help, but she’s just the same as the other two, fixing you with a mischievous grin.

Su-Hyeok looks at you, waiting for an answer.

“Uh…I was just saying that I like,” you stall as you look around for a way out. Your gaze lands on a drink everyone has on their tray. “The banana milk!” You cringe as the words leave your mouth.

“Oh, in that case,” Su-Hyeok hands over his bottle to you. “Here, you can have mine.”

As he turns to his right to talk to Cheong-San, I-Sak flashes you a heart with her fingers discreetly, Nam-Ra elbows you in the arm playfully, and On-Jo—You’re going to get her big time for this.

Before Su-Hyeok is finished with his conversation and turns back to you, she mouths, “I love oo yoo.”

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷3. Cheong-San

You have no idea why your friends decided to play soccer during lunch when it was scorching hot out, especially a day before exams, but followed nonetheless.

On-Jo and I-Sak opted out and were currently benched, acting as cheerleaders. You, however, got dragged into the game as Nam-Ra was the referee and she didn’t want to be alone on the field.

The sun was starting to make you sweat, and you chalked it up to the heat beating down on your head for the sudden dizziness you were feeling. You shook your head and tried to focus on the game that was about to start.

Cheong-San was right next to you, and on the far end of the field you could see Su-Hyeok playing goalie. As Dae-Su kicked off signaling the first half, you began to stagger as your vision becomes unfocused. Just when Cheong-San is about to sprint off in the direction of the ball Dae-Su had kicked, you grab onto his arm, stopping him.

“Cheong-San, I don’t feel too good,” you say.

He steadies you by the shoulder and peers at your face. “Y/N, you’re looking a little more than just pale. Do you think you’ll be okay? Want to sit down for a minute with On-Jo and I-Sak?”

You close your eyes as your head spins but manage to give a weak nod when he checks your forehead temperature with his hand.

“Hey! What’s going on over there?” Someone screams across the field, questioning.

As Cheong-San takes your wrist to lead you back to the girls, your vision goes black and the last thing you remember is someone catching you to break your fall.

***

On-Jo and I-Sak were the first ones to reach you as Cheong-San tries to sit you up. He gets you to somewhat lean on his chest, an arm around your shoulder as the girls crowd around to see what they could do to help.

“Is Y/N alright?” Not getting a response, Nam-Ra checks your pulse and breathing. “Her heartbeat is a little slow, but other than that maybe she got heat exhaustion?”

“I think we should take her to the nurse either way,” On-Jo says, I-Sak nodding in agreement.

“On-Jo, come with me,” Cheong-San directs, as he maneuvers you for a proper piggyback.

“Move,” Su-Hyeok says, seriously.

“It’s okay, I got her,” Cheong-San replies as On-Jo helps to stabilize you on his back.

“I wasn’t asking.” Su-Hyeok slightly pushes Cheong-San.

“Guys, this isn’t the time to fight,” Nam-Ra admonishes, pointing at your unconscious form.

Without another word, Su-Hyeok picks you up easily and carries you away, with Cheong-San and On-Jo in tow all the way to the infirmary.

Once there, On-Jo decided to go get some snacks since everyone skipped lunch, leaving the two boys behind with you after the nurse assessed your condition.

Cheong-San starts chuckling quietly as Su-Hyeok glares at him.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t find the situation funny, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m worried for Y/N as well.”

Su-Hyeok narrows his eyes at Cheong-San. “Why?”

Dumbfounded, Cheong-San replies, “Why would you ask that? She’s a good friend. We grew up together too you know.”

When Su-Hyeok doesn’t respond, Cheong-San nudges him with his foot under the bed to which the former just makes an incoherent noise. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“I’m not jealous at all that you caught Y/N before she fainted.”

“I never mentioned that,” Cheong-San says between laughs, dimple on full display. “Would you rather I had dropped her to the ground? I don’t know why you would be mad when I was just lending a hand, and considering that you guys are dating and all…” he trails off.

“We’re not dating,” Su-Hyeok says flatly.

“Stop messing around with me Bare-Su,” Cheong-San teases, tilting his head in the direction of your small hands that Su-Hyeok was currently enveloping in his large ones.

“You idiot, I’m not kidding. We’re just friends; that’s all.” He doesn’t let go of your hands. If anything, he cradles them even tighter.

Cheong-San pauses, thinking whether to believe him or not. “Okay, hypothetically let’s say you guys aren’t together—"

“—Because we’re not,” Su-Hyeok interrupts.

“Hypothetically,” Cheong-San stresses. “Then, do you like Y/N?”

“Then, do you like On-Jo?”

“I asked first!”

“I—"

When you open your eyes, you’re met with a white ceiling and curtains, the sound of the machine displaying your vitals beeping away.

Recognizing that you were in the school’s infirmary due to the IV drip and the strong smell of antiseptic, the only thing you remembered was fainting. Everything after is a blur.

You hear hushed whispers and realize it was Su-Hyeok and Cheong-San in the room with you.

“What are you two idiots arguing about now?” You rasp.

Their heads whip towards you, shocked and simultaneously relieved.

“How much of our conversation did you hear?”

“That’s the first thing you ask me? I don’t even get a ‘how are you’?” You fake mock hurt at Su-Hyeok’s question.

“Are you okay?” Cheong-San asks.

“I like Cheong-San better,” you joke and stick your tongue out at Su-Hyeok as Cheong-San does the same.

“We were worried sick but I guess you’re fine now that you’re back to bullying me,” Su-Hyeok complains. “So feisty for such a tiny human.”

“Easy for you to carry,” Cheong-San mutters, earning a kick from Su-Hyeok. “OUCH!” He exclaims as he begins to rub his shin from the impact.

You look between the two of them, more confused than ever but decide to let it go. “Why am I here again? I only know I passed out.”

Su-Hyeok flicks you on the forehead. “The nurse said you were dehydrated and it seemed like you didn’t eat or sleep well enough. Coupled with the heat exhaustion, your already tired body couldn’t handle it and you went down.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Is that all you can say? You scared me to death. You stayed up late studying again huh?”

“Maybe…” You reply guiltily.

The boys shake their heads at your predictable nature. You always study like crazy but this has never happened before, so you were going to make sure to not accidentally neglect self-care for good grades again.

“How did I get here from the field?”

“Cheong-San caught you and—"

“Awww, you did?” You sit up and spread your arms for a hug, having to let go of Su-Hyeok’s hands to do so.

Cheong-San was going to return it until he turned to Su-Hyeok for permission.

“Why do you need to ask whether he’d allow it?” You roll your eyes. “My arms are getting tired.”

You pull Cheong-San in for a hug and he returns the friendly gesture.

Just then, the door opens and On-Jo comes in with a plastic bag full of goodies. “Y/N, you’re awake!” She rushes over to squeeze the life out of you.

“On-Jo…can’t breathe,” you say in between pauses.

She lets you go and elbows Cheong-San. When he doesn’t get the hint, she takes him by the hand and drags him out, leaving the bag behind on the table for you. Just before the door closes, Cheong-San pops his head in again. “Su-Hyeok carried you in his arms all the way here!”

“AISH!” Su-Hyeok throws his backpack at the door, but the two had already left.

You turn to Su-Hyeok who won’t meet your gaze. Poking his arm, you tease him. “So, you do care.”

If you had been awake at the time, surely you would be a living tomato with the stares you know for a fact you would be getting from being transported that way across school grounds.

Su-Hyeok just breathes out exasperatedly. “More than you know.” He said the line so quietly, you would’ve missed it if you weren’t paying attention.

Not knowing what came over you, you lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you,” you say.

Both of you were surprised with matching blushes as proof.

Too embarrassed now for having been so bold, you make the excuse of feeling tired and lay down, turning your head to the other side to hide your smile. Su-Hyeok grabs your hand again even as you close your eyes.

His phone dings with a text and you hear him curse under his breath. “That little—“

Which could only mean one thing: Cheong-San.

[ Text: Are you sure you’re not dating? I saw everything through the window ]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷4. Gyeong-Su

You’re walking along the school’s skybridge when you hear someone calling.

“Y/N! Wait up!”

You stop and turn around, smiling when you see it’s Gyeong-Su. He’s such a sweetheart that your friend group always has a soft spot for him.

He pants as he comes to a stop next to you, falling into pace by your side. “Geez, for someone with such short legs, you walk incredibly fast.”

“Is that all you wanted to say to me?” You push him.

Gyeong-Su laughs. “No, no. I’m just kidding. I have a favor to ask.”

“Glad to know you start asking for favors by first insulting the person.”

“I’m sorry okay!” He didn’t look sorry at all. “I need help with English. If I fail this next exam, I’d have to retake the class and the teacher and I already don’t get along,” he frowns.

“I’m not saying that I decline, but wouldn’t Nam-Ra be a better choice?”

“Sure, but she hasn’t studied abroad. You lived in New York for a year before high school.”

“Alright, but if your English has the accent of a New Yorker, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Better an accent than the Konglish I’m speaking with in class. Everyone always laughs when I have to read something.”

You giggle. “I can meet you in the library after our last class period. It’s a Friday anyway so we don’t have school tomorrow. We can stay a little later than usual. Does that work for you?”

“Yes! Thank you so much, Y/N.” Gyeong-Su looked so happy it was contagious. His smile suddenly falters as he leans in to tell you, “Although, I hope that you won’t let Su-Hyeok know.”

“What? What does he have to do anything?”

Gyeong-Su looks at you like you had two heads growing from your neck, gazing pointedly. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t want him to be mad that I’m spending time with you. He’d beat me up. It’s clear which of us would win in a fight, come on now.”

“Why would he be mad?” You inquire, baffled.

“You know, for ranking third place in class, you’re not as bright as I thought.”

“Watch it,” you warn, playfully angry.

“You’re supposed to be tutoring me for language skills but here I am, having to spell everything out for you.” Gyeong-Su gives you a moment to see if you would figure it out but when he sees the gears turning in your head, he sighs. “Su-Hyeok might get jealous and I don’t want that. You know, protective boyfriend and all. The what-have-you’s from all those dramas.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which to you it certainly was.

“Whatever you say. If you see me one day with a black eye and a broken leg, you’re going to be held responsible for my hospital bills.”

You roll your eyes as Gyeong-Su waves and goes on his way, promising to meet up later.

***

A few hours pass and you find a seat in the corner of the library where it’s more silent and there’s a window nook in between two bookshelves against the wall; it was your favorite study spot aside from your bedroom.

Gyeong-Su is more punctual than you imagined, showing up barely a few minutes after you with all his study materials. His backpack could be used as a weapon with everything he packed inside.

“Are you sure you’re here to study, or are you preparing for war?” You stare in amazement as he pulls endless amounts of materials from his bag.

“I wasn’t kidding about not wanting to repeat class.” An English textbook comes slamming onto the table and you shush him hurriedly. Thankfully, the other students are too busy studying with their headphones in to mind the noise.

“We can work on spelling first,” you direct as you flip through his workbook.

You’re surprised how fast Gyeong-Su is learning after just a few units, and even more proud at the effort he puts into grasping the subject. Perhaps you could finally understand why teachers always glow when their students succeed.

“Wow, would you look at that. I’m a great tutor,” you boast.

“Your ego is pretty great too.”

You hit him on the head with a pencil but he just laughs it off. Your phone keeps vibrating with messages, so not wanting to it be a distraction, you put it on ‘do not disturb’ mode without checking the notifications on screen and proceed to place it upside down on the table.

Both you and Gyeong-Su are too focused on your studies to notice Su-Hyeok coming into the library.

“Y/N, did you lose your phone?”

You look up, even more surprised than Gyeong-Su at his presence. “How did you know we were here?”

“You didn’t tell him? Wow, I’ll remember that the next time I have a secret I need you to keep,” Gyeong-Su says, fascinated.

“I waited an hour for you at the school gates to walk home together but you never showed up so I texted Cheong-San and he said you were tutoring Gyeong-Su in the library.”

“Oh my god, I totally forgot.” You put your hand on your head. Su-Hyeok would always walk you home as you two live in the same area, neighbors to be exact. “I’m so sorry you had to wait that long. It totally slipped my mind!”

He didn’t look mad, just tired.

“You can go home without me you know. I wouldn’t want you to wait even longer. I still have a few chapters left to help Gyeong-Su with.”

“Are you kidding? I’m not letting you go by yourself in the dark. A few more hours is nothing.”

Before you can refuse, he dumps his backpack on the floor and scoots the adjacent chair closer to yours, sits down, and leans his head on your shoulder. “Wake me up when you’re done.”

He’s out cold in a few minutes, and you can only blame it on sleep deprivation; the badge every high school student wears proudly.

“Now that the boyfriend is sleeping and won’t fight me—“

“How many times do I have to tell you, Gyeong-Su? We’re not dating.”

“Sure, because that’s totally what friends do,” he says sarcastically.

As he goes back to his notes, you look down at Su-Hyeok on your shoulder, moving his hair out of his eyes carefully so as not to wake him. Were his eyelashes always that long? His nose bridge so high? His skin so clear? His lips—

“Earth to Y/N,” Gyeong-Su waves his hand in your face. “You guys sure have a thing for staring at the other when they’re asleep. You know, it’s the same look on your faces too.”

“What? We don’t do that.”

“First, he gets caught by the whole class and now you get caught by me. You’re lucky it’s just one person who’s seeing this.”

You brush aside the first thing Gyeong-Su says, because Su-Hyeok having feelings for you? Impossible.

“I wasn’t staring!” That draws the attention of a few students nearby.

“Fine, admiring tastefully then.”

You look down at Su-Hyeok again. “You have to admit, it’s pretty endearing seeing someone sleep.”

Gyeong-Su snorts. “You’re just saying that because it’s Su-Hyeok. If it was me, you would’ve already sent me flying clear across the room with a kick.”

Not really being able to argue with that, you ignore it and turn back to give Gyeong-Su another exercise when Su-Hyeok stirs. “Next, can you describe us all with one word and spell it correctly?”

He ponders for a moment before pointing to himself: “Amazing.” A-M-A-Z-I-N-G is the first line on his notebook.

Next, he points to Su-Hyeok: “Barefoot.”

You laugh at the accuracy while Su-Hyeok curses Gyeong-Su. It’s even funnier seeing him write it down in all seriousness. B-A-R-E-F-O-O-T is the next line.

A pencil aims at your face as Gyeong-Su mocks: “Gnome.”

“You’re getting awfully comfortable with the short jokes there.” G-N-O-M-E goes down in the third line.

“She’s just petite,” Su-Hyeok tries to defend you, doing a horrible job at it.

“Great, she thinks you’re loveable and he thinks you’re cute.”

“You do?!” You and Su-Hyeok say to one another at the same time.

“The two of you aren’t fooling anyone with this ‘We’re not together’ thing. Here’s a word to describe both of you. Gyeong-Su scribbles something quickly down on the notepad in perfect English and holds up it up sideways for you as he reads it out loud, gesturing with his pointer finger between you and Su-Hyeok:

┌──────────┐

ᑕOᑌᑭᒪE ♡

└──────────┘

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷5. Nam-Ra

No one ever comes to class early like she does, and so Nam-Ra is more than surprised to see Su-Hyeok of all people stepping foot into the room, the slide of the wooden door announcing his entrance. He jumps when he sees her already there.

“What is it?” Nam-Ra cuts to the chase.

“Uh…nothing,” Su-Hyeok stammers.

“Whatever’s in your hands doesn’t seem like nothing.”

He quickly hides the note behind his back.

Nam-Ra raises an eyebrow at this and taps your still-empty desk. “Go ahead and put it here. I’ll let Y/N know.”

“It’s not for her.”

“Su-Hyeok, you’re talking to me, not Dae-Su. I don’t believe that statement in the slightest.”

Su-Hyeok sighs as he walks over to your seat and sits down. “Prez, I need advice.”

“Hmm, what did On-Jo call it? Lover’s quarrel, was it? I’m not that experienced to be a love guru.”

“We’re not—"

“Cut it out. No matter how many times you guys deny it, it won’t make it true.”

“But—"

“Nope.” Seeing as he wasn’t going to say anything else, Nam-Ra smiles to herself. If she can keep this up, maybe they’ll actually stop dancing around one another. “Now, why are you here and not with Y/N like you usually are?”

“She’s mad at me.”

“I find that hard to believe, but explain.”

“Y/N has been avoiding me and I don’t know why. We were fine still during the study session with Gyeong-Su, but after that day she’s been keeping her distance. She flinches when I so much as sit near her, when I talk to her, she can’t look me in the eyes, and when we walk home together, she’s always speeding ahead. I think I might’ve done something wrong, but I also don’t think I have? That’s why I was planning to put this apology letter on her desk.”

Nam-Ra brushes her hand down her face at the absurdity of the situation. “You guys are hopeless.”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you telling me or asking me about whether you messed up?”

“Uh…both?”

“Gosh, you’re clueless.”

“I didn’t know advice came with being bashed.”

“Just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to my following questions.” Nam-Ra revives a nod in response.

“Look, you haven’t done anything wrong right?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Does Y/N turn red when you’re near?”

“Yes, now that you mention it.”

“Is she becoming more flustered now when she never was before?”

“Also a yes to that question.” Su-Hyeok’s eyes widen and when Nam-Ra finally thinks he’s pieced it together, he hits her with the entire force of collective obliviousness in the world. “Oh no! Do you think she’s come down with something? Is she sick?”

“Aigoo!” She smacks him on the head with her workbook.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Focus!”

“I was until you gave me a concussion!”

“That’s not how that works—oh never mind! Just, think! I know it’s not something you usually tend to do, but try!”

“As long as you don’t hit me again.”

Nam-Ra ignores his previous words and continues. “Since you said you guys aren’t together I’ll believe it.”

“There’s nothing to believe or not, we really don’t have that kind of a relationship.”

“But do you want to?”

“I don’t think she likes me like that—"

“Yes or no only.”

“Fine, yes. I can’t believe I’m telling you before I tell Y/N.” Su-Hyeok slumps in his seat.

“So, you like her.” Nam-Ra states it as is, no longer questioning.

“I can’t say no now after what I said earlier, so yes. I really do.”

“Then just go tell her. It’s not that hard. You’re making a simple thing more difficult than quantum mechanics.”

“Does Y/N even like me back for me to confess?”

“Yes.” Now it was Nam-Ra’s turn. “You’re a fool for not noticing it: the avoidance, the distance, the shyness. Any of that ring a bell?”

She can physically see when the realization hits him.

“Everyone can see it except for the two of you. I’m shocked that it took me to smack some sense into you; literally and metaphorically.”

“I always thought that all friends were like that.”

“In what world? Friends don’t look at each other like that.”

Su-Hyeok springs up from his chair with his note, promising to think it through before confessing, and rushes off to who knows where.

When he leaves, Nam-Ra sits alone pondering whether she should just change her last name to Cupid.

Cheong-San and On-Jo clearly need some arrows as well.

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ +1

When Cheong-San’s mom invites the friend group to their chicken restaurant for a free meal, no one could decline.

You and Su-Hyeok come in a bit later after everyone had already started eating, hand-in-hand.

“There’s the cute couple!” Cheong-San’s mom exclaims, handing over the largest platter of fried chicken you’ve seen in your life.

“Mrs. Lee, they’re not—” everyone at the table choruses in unison, except for Nam-Ra.

“We are!” You say, holding up your clasped hands.

Dae-Su drops his chicken on the floor in shock and everyone’s mouths hang open comically in silence.

“Mwoya? Have you been fooling us all this time?” Your friends talk over one another, but the sentence is somehow coherent.

“Just ourselves,” Su-Hyeok replies, looking down at you fondly, only to see you already gazing up at him.

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deeprebelsoulpsychic

3 years ago

Wish I had a teacher like her who'd pull some shit like this 🙈😂

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deeprebelsoulpsychic

3 years ago

Two Puppets, Thrown Aside

A request for @that-one-lilith / @vilithshaven hehehe

Summary: Scaramouche finds himself another person much like himself. He takes you in and so, your future is shaped.

Warnings: animal dying, blood, torture, yandere themes. Reader is definitely not sane here but neither is scaramouche. Reader is referred to as "sister" once or twice but there is no other mention for reader's gender.

THIS IS NOT SAGAU.

You were his dirty little secret.

You were his greatest failure.

You were his mistake.

Albedo Kreideprinz created you from pure alchemy, from chalk much like himself. You were meant to be a sister, one that could relate to him and furthermore help him learn the secrets of the world. You were meant to be perfect, a true testament to the powers of alchemy, to his studies and efforts just as Albedo and Durin had been for Gold.

But you turned out wrong— there was a certain gleam in your eyes, burning bright and shiny when you looked at dissected specimen leftovers from Sucrose's experiments. Cold curiosity shone through the way you let your finger drag along his sword, eyed Klee's unfinished bombs, and giggled when you stomped over slimes and hilichurl remains.

You were cruel, too cruel for him to keep around and too cruel for him to let you leave for Mondstadt. And Albedo knew what he had to do to fix this mistake, to make sure it— you did not cause trouble for Mondstadt or worse, Klee.

"Leave," he tells you, shoving a satchel of what little belongings you have. There is a pity in his eyes but it doesn't matter, does it? He's leaving you alone, on a cold, lonely mountain and under the starry sky of Teyvat with no one to turn to because nobody in Teyvat would accept you, not when Albedo himself is against you. "Leave, and never return."

You do leave. Even if it hurts, even if you're scared because despite it all Albedo is the only one you knew and found comfort it. You leave even if you're so angry no hilichurls or monsters are spared alive by your weapon— because you don't have a vision, not like how perfect Albedo or his little sister Klee do.

But Dragonspine is a mountain never alone despite its sheer cold or violent weather; Fatui agents litter around every corner, ever-searching for secrets yet to be known and always keeping an eye on the strange alchemist and his unsual experiments.

They know of you, are privy to the knowledge thst you are not quite human nor quite a deity, and if they know about you then their asdigned superior most certainly does as well.

You meet Scaramouche on the coldest night Dragonspine has yet seen, and he is looking at you with an empty smile much like a doll. Lightning and Electro falls from his fingertips and in the shaded contours of his face, monsters bleeding and dying before him, his smile stretches to something more genuine, blood-thirsty and bright.

Is this the same expression I had when Albedo got rid of me? You ask yourself, eyes aglow with greed. He doesn't have a vision and yet— you want to learn, to reach out and pluck that power like a feather from him to see how strong you'd be.

He turns to you then and offers you his hand. "Come with me," he says, and he looks at you not with the painful reluctance and disappointment Albedo used to, but with the excitement of a promised good time, with the same greed as you. "You and I are alike in more ways than you think. I can help you reach your true potential, dear humunculus. Come with me."

Who are you to refuse him, when he stares at you like that? When your blood thrums at the mere thought of more power, of more fight, of more? Of someone that accepts you?

Your hands meet and above the snow and dense clouds of Dragonspine, thunder lights up the sky in shades of violent purple in one of the worst storms the mountain has ever seen. It is the only witness to an agreement between two discarded puppets.

──・──・・ ♡ ・・──・──

Scaramouche pushes you past your limits; his training, if it can be called that, is brutal. Day after day you end up more often than not bruised and battered from the vigorous activities he puts you through. And yet— you bear it all with a vicious grin, painted a picture of elegant savagery with the way monsters and even agents lie at your feet.

Scaramouche, however, is your favorite opponent. You have to actively think of your next move, of how to avoid and attack him but that's exactly how you like it. The cryo delusion he gives you reacts wonderfully with his electro, and the training grounds resemble a ruination more than a stable building by the time you two are done.

You don't spend every second with him training, of course; despite how he keeps you a secret from the Tsaritsa and the rest of the Harbingers ("for your safety," he says but you aren't stupid, you are not blind, yet you don't bother arguing with him; you doubt any of them would be as fun as he is, anyways) he does not keep you locked out of sight, out of mind like Albedo did.

He takes you to the islands of Inazuma, sakura blossoms tangling in the strands of your hair as you so excitedly take in all the colors and sights, with him as your constant, watching shadow. You get to explore Liyue's mountains that you'd only seen the peaks and distant shadows of from Dragonspine, and your trips there are made all the better by the Treasure Hoarder camps you and him get to play with.

But, much to your annoyance, these trips are becoming rarer and rarer because a certain cicin mage thought she could talk about you in her little report for Signora.

Her pleas and begs, gurgled through a mouthful of blood, mean nothing to you— enraged as you are because Scaramouche is unrelenting on your new restrictions— or the Harbinger who only keeps on electrocuting her to the very edge of her life before bringing her back.

When she's well and truly dead, you ignore the blood seeping into the ground to latch on to Scaramouche, pouting at him. "Can't I just hide better?" You ask him, kicking away the mage's limp head away from your boots. "Maybe change my appearance? We could get some new, better agents—"

"No," Scaramouche scowls yet he doesn't remove your arms from around his person. Rather, his own grip around your waist is tight, unwilling to let you go especially after this mess. "You will stay here and I will ensure none of the other agents will dare run their mouth about you to the other Harbingers."

No matter how much you plead, Scaramouche remains steady in his resolve. He's remind you of Albedo's insistence at keeping you hidden, but unlike your no-longer brother Scaramouche promises that soon, you can go out on those trips again. He runs his hand through your hair and stares deep into your eyes, and then cups your face to kiss your forehead, soothing the wrinkles there from annoyance in the same breath.

You do end up staying, but the agents that now keep guard over you in his stead shake and shiver whenever you pass by, the cryo delusion reacting to you emotions and making the place frigid cold.

Scaramouche only laughs at their predicament and praises you for keeping them on their toes, afraid and wary.

"You'd make a wonderful Harbinger, (Name)," he laughs, a cruel smirk on his face after he noticed one agent practically run out of the room when you entered. You and him share a grin, equally bloodthirsty yet fond.

"No, thank you, I've seen the paperwork you have to do," you make a face, plopping down on a chair. "Scara. . . can we please go out today? I've been stuck here now for weeks!"

You are expecting him to refuse, have prepared yourself to try your best to persuade him— you aren't expecting him to nod.

"We are going to Dragonspine."

──・──・・ ♡ ・・──・──

Dragonspine is exactly as you remember it, cold winds howling and snow never ending. Nevertheless— and totally ignoring any and all memories of your time with Albedo— the mountain still does make you happy. Well, happier than you'd been locked up even if it was for your own safety.

You two are in one of the Fatui camps where Scaramouche does whatever it is that a Harbinger does— you don't really cade or pay attention much to that— but you're instead more focused on that one agent that keep on gazing at you.

What are you planning? You think, not letting him know that you are aware of him. That you are aware of the way he slips behind and hides.

You ignore Scaramouche and the others— watching you as you follow the agent and find him working on a report with your name in it.

When you turn to Scaramouche, he is grinning, arms spread open in invitation. His pose and being in Dragonspine reminds you of the day you two first met, you no more than a useless, discarded puppet— but that is in the past. You are now with Scaramouche and Albedo is but a forgotten project to you.

Scaramouche's wants and opinions matter way, way more than your dear brother ever did.

That is why you so happily tear apart the agent and spill his blood upon the snowy grounds; I will not disappoint him, you think to yourself, giddy at the thought of making him proud instead. I will not fail him. I will be better.

But Scaramouche is not staring at you, despite how the empty space of his heart bursts with joy at seeing you in your element. His eyes are up, staring straight ahead at a certain alchemist.

Look at your failed project, Scaramouche's mind crows in delight. Look at your failed project and see what has become of them. See their magnificence and strength, and know that it is my doing. How does it feel, alchemist, to know that your puppet is mine now?

Possessive as he is over you and because he wants to drive the point home, Scaramouche wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you close to his side. He cares not for the blood soaking the both of you as you cling to him, laughing and joyful.

"Having fun, darling (Name)?"

You beam at him and nod, eyes bright. You are still laughing when he takes your chin and kisses you, hard and possessive and so, so wonderful.

For all that you remain unaware, the same cannot be applied to Scaramouche; he stares straight at Albedo and smirks, pulling you even closer as he raises his voice just enough.

"You're mine, (Name)."

If Sucrose returns to Albedo's lab and sees it in a total disarray and the man himself muttering strange things about a sister that is not Klee, then it remains a secret between her, Albedo, and (unknown to her) Scaramouche.

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✦。𓂃 ELECTRO GIRLS !! 、

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER, LET’S SEE WHAT’S INSIDE! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

salutations: GENSHIN MEN IN THE WAY OF THE HOUSEHUSBAND AU

addressed to: diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, and thoma (with gn!reader)

content: spoilers in mondstadt-inazuma archon quest, modern!au, yakuza!au, domestic fluff, not proof-read, mentions of blood and violence, fluff/comfort (?)

postscript: hc on what genshin men are like as househusbands after retiring from their duties.

penpals: @melkxsh , @akaaaashit , @occassionalfanficwriter , @itssaltybees , @luv3rxcha , @catsaki , @ilylifebutwhy , @akyrinde , @kimura-uzuri , @komicoral , @lunavixia

note: this was supposed to be like, a one-hc post but then i decided to make this a series of mine where i’ll post more about this au because i’m clinging into domestic fluff. enjoy!

diluc

one of the best househusbands to have is def diluc ragnvindr himself.

ever since your beloved husband took care of your shared home, you felt like a small weight on your shoulders were lifted, feeling grateful to have a loving spouse like the retired yakuza.

it certainly wasn’t a surprise to you that diluc would be so great at domestic things, given that he’s amazing at everything–

except baking that is.

“wh-what on earth happened here?” you ask, looking for the source that caused the fire alarm to turn on.

“i uh,” he looks down at his super burnt cupcakes in embarrassment. “i was supposed to give these to you as a… a gift for your achievement in your company.”

of course, you forgave diluc for making a huge mess for his failed attempt at baking– feeling flattered that your husband would try and bake just for you.

despite his lack of experience in baking though, it doesn’t change the fact that diluc is still great at everything else.

when it comes to cleaning, he’ll make sure that everything is neat and well-arranged. you’ll be surprised to see him move things you didn’t know weren’t in their original positions (since you were too busy focusing on other things to notice).

he won’t hesitate to help you clean your office. whether it’d be arranging documents that were all over your desk, vacuum the floors, anything you want him to do, he’ll do it efficiently.

cooking is also no exception to diluc’s great skills. everyday, there’s always a new meal he’d cook and all of them never failed to be delicious, making you wonder if your husband used to be a chef before.

and your colleagues didn’t fail to see your delicious meals during breaks, leaving comments of how envious they feel for you to have such amazing lunches much to your embarrassment.

shopping is definitely something he doesn’t look forward to often, given that he’d attract policemen or people who notice his.. terrifying aura and often stare at him, irritating him in the process.

but nevertheless, the only insufferable thing about shopping is the chance to buy gifts for you <<3

it’s no surprise that diluc would have a lot of money in his bank account, something he had earned after years as a powerful yakuza. he would be lying if he said he knew what to do with such an amount of money though.

the only times he’d spend so much is if he buys a lot of food more than usual or if it’s an expensive gift should there be a special occasion taking place with you— not that he’d complain about the price— after all, gifts is another way of showing your love no?

with giving you gifts aside, shopping is all the more insufferable if you come along with him.

he’ll help you pick out which item is better than the other and is willing to help you find the item you want to see in the mall, paying no mind to police officers nearby who often check up on the both of you with suspicion.

you’d be surprised if you hear the things the man has done while waiting for you.

whenever you’d notified him that you’ll come home late, diluc would do anything to kill some time. whether it’d be attending a certain bar that he’d visit back in his yakuza days and help out the bartender, think of a new recipe for him to cook, read a book that you like — anything to keep him distracted.

during those days, he noticed something that doesn’t quite belong in the neighborhood.

whilst shopping for a certain ingredient that he needs to try a new recipe, diluc couldn’t help but feel like being watched.

it surely wasn’t the police — given that most of the policemen who worked there are friends with him, and it’s surely not one of his enemies, who were all ruined and gone for good.

when he looks around his surroundings, there was nothing suspicious.

out of caution, diluc went to different routes around the mall to lose track of the unknown stalker, hoping that whoever is stalking him doesn’t have any bad intentions towards you.

by the time he walked out from the mall, the feeling of being watched disappeared immediately.

perhaps he was just imagining things.

the only people he actually got along without them being scared of his presence besides you was a certain elderly couple who grew fond of the young gentleman that reminded them of their sons who are abroad.

he honestly appreciated their help whenever he needed it, deciding to help them as well when they need it.

he’ll even visit their home just to give him foods he made, telling them “i made too much so i decided to give out some to other people.” when in reality; he cooked just for them as gratitude.

he’s pretty sure they’re aware, but he never plans to ask either way.

if need be, he’ll even ask them for baking lessons after finding out that they teach other people how to bake, causing the couple to enthusiastically recommend him to try their baking class with other people.

and who is diluc to refuse?

“what are you doing?” you ask, hugging your husband from behind as he continues to stir the ingredients in the bowl, not noticing his cheeks flushed from your sudden affection.

“i‘m baking,” he replied. “i took baking classes and decided to give another try.”

“no wonder why i haven’t heard the fire alarm yet.” you said jokingly, separating yourself from diluc as you head towards one of the cabinets, hoping to find what you‘re looking for.

out of curiosity, diluc looks to see what you’re doing, only to find you putting on your apron.

“mind if i bake with you?” you ask with a smile.

he felt taken back by surprise. “what about your work? you don’t have to worry about me burning our ki–”

“is it bad that i want to spend more time with you?” you interrupted with a pout. “besides, it’s been a while since we‘ve cooked together, no?”

diluc tried to protest about it for a moment, only to give in and indulge himself with your presence.

surely it‘s okay for him to be a little selfish and let you spend time with him.

“alright.”

kaeya

kaeya as a househusband is certainly wild.

when your husband first moved in to your neighborhood, you were honestly worried that your nosy neighbors would suspect him as an ex-yakuza and might report to the cops, only for kaeya to reassure you that there’s nothing to worry about it.

and indeed there’s nothing to worry about.

you’re surprised to see some of your neighbors coming up to you while you’re on your way to your car, telling you how your new husband had been super helpful to them the other day.

old women would often tell you how you’re lucky to have a wonderful husband like kaeya, wishing that their children would have the same spouses as well.

whenever there’s an event, your neighbors would also ask you and kaeya if the both of you would come and participate, only for him to let out a laugh,

“why would i want to participate when i could spend more time with my lovely spouse?” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder while the other is holding a basket filled with your clothes.

some neighbors would even offer kaeya a new recipe for the both of you to try, or invite him to hang out with them while shopping for foods.

hell, even the cops were completely wrapped around his finger after an incident where your husband managed to catch a theif, who accidentally bumped into him and fell on his butt whilst kaeya was standing there in confusion.

who knew kaeya was able to be in your nosy neighbors’ good side in just one week?

when it comes to domestic activities, he’s just as experienced as others, but unlike most househusbands, he’s faster.

you need to iron your clothes for an upcoming meeting? no worries, kaeya will finish it before you knew it. you’re getting late but left your food? no worries, kaeya will be at your office with your lunch the moment you arrived.

from how fast he was at everything, you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he turns out to have super powers.

his foods are unsurprisingly delicious, but always made a mess in the kitchen (not that he minds it), making the area look like there was a war between foods and ended in bloodshed.

but your thoughts about your poor kitchen would fade away from the sight of a post-it note on your bento box with words written by yours truly.

you’d think he’ll write wholesome phrases that’ll make your day, but let’s not forget that he’s kaeya.

“aside from being beautiful, what do you do for a living? ;))”

“do you know what’s on the menu? me “n” u :))”

“even in zero gravity, i’d still fall for you ♥︎”

you’d cringe at every single pick up lines that your husband gave you, but at the same time felt the urge to let out a laugh from his efforts.

your husband always made you so happy that you failed to notice… a certain thing going on around your lover.

you never noticed how kaeya swiftly changes the subject when you ask about what he did to retire from the life as a yakuza, how he’d immediately drive to another route w/o a warning whenever the both of you are heading somewhere,

and you never noticed the picture of a red-haired man behind a picture of you and kaeya in his wallet.

besides that, shopping is something kaeya takes seriously for, surprising you in the process from how weirdly focused he was towards choosing which food to buy.

“is it bad to want the best of the best for our food?” he says with an amused smile. “i simply just want to give you the best foods with the best ingredients.”

he’ll also make sure to go after big sales— especially if it has something he needs for a certain meal he’ll make.

while some would be willing to fight, give up, or ignore, kaeya would just use his tricks against everyone against, snatching all the items he can get his hands on while the poor victim stands still in surprise.

of course, as a househusband of a busy spouse, he’d feel a bit lonely on days when you’d come home late— who can he throw his pick up lines at and watch them laugh now :((

so expect him to immediately come up to you and be a lot more affectionate, hugging you with all his might as he asks you about your day along with you asking his day.

“and miss jean is just— ah she’s so sweet in comparison to mister varka, i’m pretty sure everyone’s completely happy to have her be our substitute boss for a while.” you said with a dreamy sigh as you lay down next to your lover, who immediately wraps his arms around you.

he lets out a huff. “don’t tell me you’re leaving me for your temporary boss, are you?” he asks in a joking tone.

you laugh, kissing kaeya’s cheek before settling under the blankets. “of course not, why would i leave my super loving husband?”

“i could say the same to you, my super super loving spouse.”

“not as loving as you, my super super super loving spouse.” you said with a chuckle.

he raises an eyebrow, still smiling. “i think we all know you’re the most loving one, my super super super super loving spouse.”

“no you.” you point out.

“no you.” he retorts.

“no you!”

zhongli

rex lapis as a househusband is certainly something everyone doesn’t expect in a lifetime.

if you were to tell anyone that rex lapis, one of the most fearsome and undefeatable yakuza among the nation, has retired from crime life just to spend the rest of his life with his spouse as a househusband, you can guarantee that everyone will laugh at your face thinking you’re just joking around.

spoiler alert: you weren’t joking around.

you couldn’t exactly blame them for not believing you, given that you too thought your lover was joking when he confessed that he’s going to be a househusband.

it’s safe to say that you weren’t exactly worried about zhongli’s experience with domestic activities, given that you’ve seen him doing so whenever he stayed in your house.

when it comes to cleaning, zhongli makes sure that everything in the house is clean and spotless to the point where you’d refuse to come inside in fear of ruining your lover’s hard work.

he definitely loves the roomba whenever he cleans the place. if you’re lucky enough, you’d see him getting distracted from watching the little vacuum cleaning the area with him.

do you know those moms who could find the item by the same spot you checked even tho you were super sure it wasn’t there? zhongli’s that mom.

“zhongli, do you know where my watch is? it’s not in the drawer.” you said, watching as your husband continues to cook your meals.

he stops cooking for a moment, glancing at your way. “have you checked the other drawers?” he asks.

you nodded in response. “yeah, i still couldn’t find it.”

zhongli then turns off the stove, placing the newly cooked meal by the counter before rushing towards your shared bedroom. “i’ll find it then.”

you watched as your husband starts opening the drawers you’ve already checked, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. didn’t you already tell him that you’ve che—

“i found it.” he said as he brings out your watch from the drawer you could’ve sworn was checked, paying no mind to your jaw dropping reaction.

“what sorcery is thi—”

aside from that, zhongli is an amazing cook, there’s no doubt about that. if he wasn’t a househusband, you’re certain that your lover would’ve been a chef instead.

of course, he’ll cook different meals every single day to keep you surprise, but you knew that he favors cooking recipes from his homeland more than any other meals known to mankind.

if zhongli sees fit, he’ll even make heart-shaped or even animal-shaped foods just for shits and giggles. you cannot convince me that he isn’t the type to not do this.

your colleagues would also express how envious they are that you have such an amazing husband who’s great at cooking, curious as to how you met such a man much to your amusement. if only they knew that the said husband used to be a yakuza for a living..

you once wondered what is the one thing that your husband has a hard time with, given that everything he has done is precise and very well done.

but then you remembered his money problems.

“that would be 10,000 mora, sir.” the cashier said with a smile as they placed the last food in the paper bag.

zhongli hums in response, pulling out his wallet and opens it—

only to see 5k mora in it.

oops. “it appears i don’t have enough.” he mumbled with a nervous chuckle, looking up at the cashier apologetically.

the cashier’s smile slowly disappears, slowly putting the paper bag beneath the counter.

“come back here when you have enough.”

retiring from being a leader to a yakuza organization is one thing, but having to bring cash instead of his legendary black card for the only nearest marketplace that doesn’t ask for card?

it’s basically leg day for zhongli — who always had to run back and forth between the nearest atm and the marketplace.

out of irritation and a way to get out from being embarrassed again, he decided to confront the owner of the marketplace for.. a contract regarding the cashiers.

since then, zhongli can now go to the marketplace without ever going back to the atm.

one of the most endearing things with househusband zhongli is definitely the cute pink apron that you bought for him as a joke, not expecting him to actually wear it and not mind it so much.

despite already giving him the actual apron that had his two signature colors, he continued using the pink apron much to your surprise.

“…i suppose i’ve grown used to this apron.” he said with a smile. “it’d be a shame if i don’t use this now for your entertainment now, isn’t it?”

now that you think about it, if it weren’t for the apron that zhongli wears even when going outside for errands, your neighbors would’ve been deeply intimidated of him.

although he isn’t as popular in the neighborhood as kaeya, he still managed to get along quite well with some people — particularly a strange guy who often invites zhongli to a restaurant and always offered to pay.

you honestly have no idea about the guy at all other than the countless rumors and conspiracy about his livelihood, so you can’t exactly tell your lover to stop hanging out with him (and besides, zhongli won’t be fooled right?)

unknownst by you though, zhongli actually knows the man during his yakuza life — a longtime acquaintance of his who was assigned to keep an eye on your door whenever he used to be away. no worries! these two only hung out just for zhongli to kill some time while waiting for you <<3

besides hanging out with the ginger-haired man, zhongli would visit certain places where he’d go to a cafe and take a sip of his favorite tea, or go to the park and read a book until it was time for him to leave and prepare dinner.

as you enter your beloved home with an exhausted look on your face, you immediately smelled the scent of your husband’s infamous bamboo shoot soup.

your mouth could simply water from the thought of eating zhongli’s dish.

“dearest?” you heard his voice from the kitchen. “are you home?” he asks.

you felt your shoulders relax from the sound of zhongli’s soothing voice, your feet slowly taking you towards the kitchen and spotted your husband by the stove.

“ah, you’ve arrived just in time.” zhongli says with a smile, turning around your direction as he turns off the stove. “i’ve just finished cooking the so— oof.”

his words soon died off when he felt your arms wrapped around him, your face nuzzling onto his neck with a satisfied hum.

“i missed you,” you confessed, your voice was muffled from being covered. “i missed you very much.”

he stands still for a while, his eyes now softening from your sudden affection before hugging you back. “i miss you too, dearest,” he replied.

“welcome home.”

childe

out of all the things you thought childe would do when he retired, you did not think it would be him becoming a househusband.

you’ve known your lover for a long time, so you’re very aware of his skills and experience as a housebusband— but him actually going for it? you’d think he’d go for something that could help his battlelust.

surprisingly enough, just like all the other househusbands, childe doesn’t really miss his job much. he still misses fighting though.

“why would i miss my job when i miss you more when you’re away?” he says with a fake pout as he wraps his arms around you. “don’t ever think that i wouldn’t choose you over my job, because i will choose you if it means i get to be with you.”

people don’t like him as much as they do with thoma or zhongli, but he did get along quite well with a lot of kids in the neighborhood, who reminded him of his siblings that are currently living in his homeland.

because of that, he’s often asked by parents to take care of their child whenever their nannies are unavailable, which he’s glad of since he really likes the kids a lot.

when need be, childe would even help other kids who are having a hard time with a certain topic in school, making parents thank him profusely if the kids ended up getting good grades from it.

when it comes to cooking, he usually cooks infamous meals originated from his beloved homeland: snezhnaya. he rarely cooks other foods that aren’t from snezhnaya unless he deems it necessary.

just like zhongli and kaeya, he too leaves a small note on your lunch, sometimes the note contains “good luck on your meeting, i made you a very special meal <3 -your love of your life, stars to your moon, beloved,–” or a pick up line that either has an innuendo (that never fails to make you blush in embarrassment) or a corny one.

cleaning is of course, another expertise of his. you honestly find it humurous to see the retired yakuza who was known as an unstoppable legacy wearing a cute pink apron with a towel wrapped around his head while humming a snezhnayan song.

shopping is perhaps something he enjoys. he’s super loaded and won’t hesitate to go crazy with the gifts you’ll receive.

after one particular incident where your workplace was flooded with flowers sent by yours truly, childe mentally took note in mind to not go overboard again after listening to a painful lecture from you.

when it comes to a certain day when the marketplace pulls up a big sale, it’s a battlefield for childe.

he won’t hesitate to throw hands at every single person during big sales in the mall he frequently visits in — the moment he sees something, he will get it. just one glare from him is enough for one person to back off and go get another item instead so he doesn’t actually have to put up a fight.

not to mention the things he’ll do on days when you tag along with him to his mall trips. when he sees you eyeing something, he will get it in a snap.

“there’s no need to protest about it, y/n! if my beloved spouse wants something, they’ll get it!” childe says reassuringly, giving you a grin as he hands to you the item. “just say the word and your wish is my command.”

besides all of that, whenever you have to come home late, that’s when childe sees an opportunity to spend more time with his activities, such as visiting a particular place that has a boxing ring and takes down many people (especially those who were making fun of him for being a househusband), or tend to his herb garden that many cops mistaken as a weed garden, or even invite some of his friends that he made in the neighborhood in his home.

of course, he dearly misses you. just like whenever he was away for days because of his boss’s missions, you never leave his thoughts until he sees you again.

“i miss you so much.” childe said, kissing your forehead with a smile on his face as you tuck yourself under the blanket.

“childe, i was only getting some water.” you replied with a laugh, wrapping your arms around your husband. “i don’t even have work today.”

your husband hums in response, hugging you back as well as he finds comfort in your warmth. “i know, but i still missed you from those painful minutes of waiting.”

as the both of you slowly drift to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel excited to show him a particular set of tickets that will take you both to a country he’s been longing to visit.

thoma

an amazing househusband, no explanation needed.

with thoma’s personality and the way he acts, people have no clue about his old life before marrying you and his retirement. you were honestly relieved that you didn’t have to worry about people finding out about his secret at all.

and besides, how could they suspect anything, when they’re distracted by your most adorable shiba inu dog that the both of you take care of so much?

thoma’s a dog-lover, that’s one thing for sure. on days whenever he walks around the neighborhood with taromaru, he’d often visit to the dog shelter to check up on the dogs.

he’ll tell you everything about what he did in the shelter, his smile often wide whenever he tells you the sweetest things the dogs did that he witnessed with his own eyes as taromaru sleeps soundly on your lap.

just seeing thoma being so friendly to dogs would make you forget that he used to be a part of a yakuza organization in the first place.

not to mention the fact that he often participates in many community events to the point where everyone knows and likes him, gushing to you about how your husband is definitely a keeper.

other than zhongli, who only does it seldom, thoma will always make foods that are shaped with his cookie cutters that he got from one of the community events. there’s not a single lunch you had that does not have a heart or animal shaped food.

his meals are all inazuma dishes and would only cook other foods if he doesn’t have enough ingredients for certain inazuma dishes.

as for cleaning.. he’s very dedicated per say.

the rest of the househusbands work hard, but thoma works harder. every single thing that thoma sees in the house will be cleaned properly to the point where you can see your reflection everywhere.

on most days, he’d pull out his earphones and airpod to listen to music while cleaning.

although you don’t mind it at all, he sometimes carries away with his music.

“MY LONELINESS IS KILLING ME!” you stopped typing on your laptop when you suddenly heard thoma‘s loud voice.

“I MUST CONFESS, I STILL BELIEVE!” what the hell? is thoma singing britney spears?

you stayed still as your husband continues to sing while cleaning on the room next to yours, your mouth twitching upwards.

“GONNA LOSE MY MIND, GIVE ME A SIII– taromaru wait don’t poop there!”

while other househusbands doesn’t prefer to talk about their experiences as a yakuza, thoma would be willing to share – only if they’re funny or light-hearted experiences with his colleagues though. he doesn’t exactly want you to know about his.. darker self.

on rare occasions when he’s not walking with taromaru, thoma sometimes finds himself standing in front of a kindergarten, his eyes lingers around the windows to see if a white-blue haired girl is somewhere playing with other kids, only to walk away when he hears the bell.

while he was a big help to all of his members in his organization back then, he’s still as helpful to the people who are a part of the neighborhood. sometimes, he could be found somewhere by the park walking with everyone’s dogs with taromaru leading, or in the infamous cafe helping out people who can’t think of items to buy for their spouses, or even in the community gathering place whereas he helps the staff decorate the area fro an upcoming event.

from how popular he was for being a great help, it made the police, who was investigating him back then during the first weeks of his stay in your neighborhood after noticing how he looks oddly like a yakuza that they used to go after, like and respect your husband.

shopping is something thoma actually enjoys. after all, where else can he get the best gifts to give you than the mall?

every item he sees that reminds him of you, he’ll buy it and will give it to you when time allows him to. he’s very aware of how you feel about receiving many of his gifts (after one incident where he flooded your office with a huge amount of gifts), so he reminds himself to only give it to you on times when you achieved something big.

big sales are just as important as missions in thoma’s eyes. he’ll be the very first person to arrive in the mall and grab everything until the rest of the people arrive to snatch everything as well.

besides that, as someone who works in a pretty important company, it does sometimes take a toll on you, so whenever you feel drained, your husband will gladly give you the best massages that he used to give to his old boss.

it’s safe to say that it never fails to make you pass out on your bed with a satisfied look on your face.

did i mention that there’s a club that involves all the housespouses in the neighborhood and made thoma as their president?

you honestly got shocked when you found out from thoma that he’s recently handling a club where he and others would go in cafes or someone’s place to chat and give each other advices – with thoma being the one to provide all the answers others need.

“so, how’s your first meeting with them so far?” you ask, lying beside your husband on the bed as the both of you get ready to sleep.

thoma lets out a sigh, still smiling. “it was pretty great surprisingly, though i kinda got exhausted from so many questions that weren’t even about related to housespouses.”

you chuckled. “let me guess, were they just asking you about you and i?”

he nodded, wrapping his arms around you with a pout. “yeah, they were brutal with the questions too.”

you sigh happily as you bask in thoma’s warmth, hugging him back as well. “don’t worry about it, i’m sure things will go more smoothly from then on.”

“and you? how’s work?” he asks.

“exhausting as always,” you mumbled, closing your eyes shut. “i just wanna hug my husband and not let go.”

he gives a kiss on your head, his cheeks reddens from your bold words.

“i was thinking the same thing.”

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3 years ago

SCARAMOUCHE; TINTINNABULUM

notes: yandere, minor character death, brief torture mention, implied kidnapping, violence, gn reader.

word count: 3.3k

Those swinging bells did not sound sweet nor charming. The melodic chime seemed quite out of tune to your ears. A jingling that once signified holidays and the bouncing steps of an approaching cat now came to you as an ill-fated omen. A sign that your clock was running out of time.

Bell peals danced in your head like a ballerina with a broken ankle. Shoulders tensing, the sound rang chaotic, each jingle was a hammer strike to your head, reverberating in your skull. If you didn’t have a migraine already, you surely had one now. Off-beat, no longer the sound of gentle shaking but the ring-ding-ding-ding-ding that came with an axe’s heavy swing, the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching.

The sound of the realization you really were getting away.

Tentatively, you look behind you.

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deeprebelsoulpsychic

3 years ago

— title; your time is running out, and they said speak now

— pairing; scaramouche x kamisato! reader

— warnings; arranged marriage, minor mentions of violence

— summary; in which scaramouche steals you away before you can be married off to another man

— notes; please donate to my kofi (https://ko-fi.com/thirdgymbros) if you like my content and wish to support me. reblogs are appreciated !!

“What?”

You stare at your older brother in abject horror. You’ve known for a while now, that since you’ve come of age, the Elders of the Kamisato family would soon be clamouring for you to be married off, preferably to another member of an equally prestigious family.

And though you’ve often imagined marrying any number of peers your age when you were younger, it had been a game to you back then, your favourites changing as often as your clothes. It had been a lovely fantasy, but that’s all it had ever been. Now, you can see so clearly, how your life is going to be squeezed into a box, by the Elders who would be perfectly content to manipulate you as one would a puppet.

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deeprebelsoulpsychic

3 years ago

❝A god's puppet❞

Note! Hi hello, good evening, good afternoon, and good morning. Enjoy?

✎...Includes : A lot

❬Information: not much disturbing topics but cult and mentions of obsessive behaviours ❭

Intro:

So I have a thought,,,,, what if instead of a god who created,,, you were the god who controlled.

Like...You didn't create Teyvat. You controlled it.

You controlled people.

Archons even.

With the appearance of the traveler. Everything became strange. They could always feel an unknown presence around him— a presence that made them—everyone feel at ease.

Soon that presence start to linger around them too. It felt akin to a warm welcoming embrace. The presence so strong, so warm so, so addicting. They couldn't fight it when it started to control them.

Not even the strongest vision user could stop it, hell even Archons couldn't. It was far too powerful.

(I'm referring to when you pull for characters)

It was at first concerning but it didn't cause them any harm. Although wary they let it be. And sooner or later they start to get used to it.

In fact they start to like it. They start to crave it.

To them the presence was odd.... It lingers around them for days— weeks or maybe months sometimes years but then suddenly it disappeares- far more longer than the time they stayed. (Time is different in game and irl)

It was....strange—having used to being around it, they didn't like the feeling of the sudden emptiness whenever it wasn't around.

Why disappear so suddenly?

They wanted to ask. But they know they cant. It will never answer. You will never answer.

They also start to notice how weird everyone seems. Like how they (the NPCS) seem to always repeat the same thing whenever they (the characters) talk to them when you're around but will act normally when you aren't.

They start to question everything. What were you? Why do you affect the world around you?

They felt like they were puppets—the presence acting as the strings that bind them—while an unknown hand controls their every movement.

And they wished to know who that hand was. Who was the one powerful enough to control Archons? To control even the most powerful people in Teyvat? Who were you? And why can't they break free from you?

Then they start to misunderstand. Were you perhaps a God of some sort?

Well I mean. You could control Archons. If you were no God then what were you?

They start to become curious too. Curious as to who you were. To what you were.

That curiosity start to become some sort of obsession uh oh cult time. They couldn't find anything about you. You were a God who was not written in any transcript nor were you in any history books.

No one has heard of you— not even Zhongli nor did Venti. Ei's sister never told her about you.

To them it felt like an insult. How dare they not know about someone as great as you? How could they not know you?

You deserved to be known.

You needed to known.

It felt like a sin not to know you.

They start to gather. They start to call themselves your worshipper. Your dearest servants who would follow you to the ends of the world.

Your puppets.

They start to form groups—cults, that worship you, inviting non vision users to worship you and your name.

Each controlling entity in every nation start to make shrines dedicated to you

Jean who orders the knights to build a shrine outside Mondsadt City, tasking Albedo into making an outline of how the Shrine would look like. Venti can sometimes be seen admiring it.

Ningguang who builds a shrine somewhere in Liyue, adoring it with gold and many other jewels. The adepti also built a separate shrine somewhere in the mountains—often visited by Ganyu, Qiqi, Yanfei, Shenhe, Xiao and Zhongli.

Outside Tenshukaku, Ei orders the commissioners to build a shrine too— there's also one somewhere in Watatsumi island —one that is personally being taken care by Kokomi and Gorou.

The shrines were useless of course—since for some reason those things always seemed to disappear whenever you were around but would reappear when you aren't

What's the use of building it if you can't see it?

(it's not programmed in game,, A+ for effort tho)

And if you think that's bad wait 'til they become self aware.

idk if anyone has done this yet but whatever here is another contribution to SAGAU hope u enjoyed

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